Requested by: Anonymous (But also for my angelcake @aye-liek3)
Warnings: Smut. Mention of Dom.
You bundled the comforter tighter around your body, cheek pressed into your pillow as you stared at the glowing red numbers of the clock beside your bed. It was just after 11pm now, which meant that Hoseok and the rest of the boys were more than likely still busy practicing the routine for their latest song promotions.
For the last three days straight, Hoseok had been staying at the dorm and although you really should be used to time apart by now, you couldn’t help but miss having him next to you. You thought that getting to bed early would help, you could sleep away the time and then before you knew it, he would be back with you again. You underestimated how difficult it would be for you to fall asleep though, not when your mind was reeling with thoughts of your boyfriend. Especially when tomorrow was his birthday and you weren’t even certain if you’d get to spend the day together.
You threw the blankets off of you with a discontented sigh, rolling onto your back and staring up at the blackness that would normally be your ceiling. Your hands slid flat over the sheets, craving against all odds and reason to feel your fingertips brush against Hoseok. You missed his warmth, being able to curl tightly against him, his arms somehow just knowing to tighten around you even in the deepest of sleeps. You missed him waking you up at any hour of the night, feathery light kisses against your shoulders and arms pulling you from your sleep, followed by hushed whispers of why exactly he woke you up and how you could fix it.
You pinched the sheets between your fingers, rolling and tugging at the fabric as an overwhelming feeling of longing washed over you. You needed Hoseok and you needed him now. You rolled to your side again, pushing yourself up into a sitting position, your feet hanging off the edge of the bed. Hoseok was still in the studio, you were certain of it. Even if the rest of the boys had gone back to the dorm to rest, you knew that he would be doing his best to perfect each and every step. That gave you the perfect opportunity to leave a surprise that would be waiting for him when he did finally finish.
You bit your bottom lip as a smile stretched across your mouth, hands already tugging your camisole over your head as you stood up. With an outstretched hand, you blindly reached down in the dark, fingers stretching out until they met with the cool metal of your bedside lamp, sliding up the base to push in the switch and flood your bedroom with a dim light. With an easy push to the waistband of your sleep shorts, they fell to the floor and you stepped out of them as you made your way to the dresser that you and Hoseok shared. You knew exactly what you were looking for. You pulled open the second last drawer, and surely enough, hidden partially under a couple of t-shirts, was Hoseok’s favourite white tank top.
He wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it.
You hugged the material to your chest for a second, inhaling the faint smell of your boyfriend that for the most part was concealed with laundry soap. After you pulled the shirt over your head, you analyzed yourself in the large mirror that sat atop your dresser. It looked exactly the way you pictured it would on you. The material was thin enough that it left barely anything to the imagination–not that Hoseok really needed to imagine–and the holes for the arms were cut low enough that if you positioned yourself just the right way, you could get a good glimpse of the swell of your breasts from the side. A hand smoothed down your stomach, pulling the hem of the shirt down as low as it would go, which wasn’t even low enough to cover your butt entirely.
With quick, eager steps, you retrieved your phone from your bedside table, unlocking it and tapping the camera icon. This was the most exciting part; possibilities of different positions flashed through your mind. You wanted the best reaction possible out of your Hobi. You wanted him to know how much you missed him. You crawled onto the bed, sitting back on your haunches. With the help of the height of the mattress, you could get a full view of yourself in the large, dresser mirror. Pulling the shirt down once more and adjusting yourself, keeping your arms out of the way, you snapped a picture of yourself from the side.
It came out perfectly, the hem of the armhole stopped just before the darker colour of your nipple was exposed. You sent it to Hoseok, adding a short message of, ‘I miss you, baby.’ , followed by a heart. You weren’t expecting a rapid response, and you didn’t get one. Which was fine with you, because it gave you the opportunity to take some more pictures. Lying on your back, you held your phone above you, snapping another picture of yourself with the hem of Hobi’s shirt tucked between your thighs to keep from exposing too much too soon.
After you sent it, you were typing another message, in the middle of telling him how you couldn’t wait to see him again. The appearance of three grey dots popping up stopped your thumbs instantly, excitement pulling your mouth into a grin. The white bubble popped up, and you read his text with eager eyes;
[My Hope 11:24pm]: What do you think you’re doing, miss?
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