Let Me Sit On It 1/2
Title: Let Me Sit On It 1/2
Pairing: Hoseok/Yoongi
Rating: NC17 (Daddy/baby)
Disclaimer: Again, they aren't mine, and you shouldn't be making money off of them.
Summary: Hoseok needs to sit on a dick. Yoongi has one. It's something simple that turns into something much more satisfying than either of them had ever imagined.
warning: Daddy!Hoseok, baby!Yoongi, dom/sub dynamics. Daddy/baby dynamics. Yoongi is NOT a little. Kink negotiation. Consent is sexy. Degradation, use of the word whore, slut and cunt. Come play. Praise kink. Improper use of condoms. Be safe, people!
A pale blue light next to his monitor flashed, letting Yoongi know that someone was coming into his studio. He turned, smiled over at Hoseok, and then narrowed his eyes.
He didn't look all that different than any other day, sweatpants, a burnt orange hoody, Gucci slides. Hair still wet from a shower. He'd obviously been dancing late into the night the same way Yoongi had been bent over his computer late into the night..
But Hoseok had a look on his face. Hard. Determined. He definitely needed something.
Yoongi quickly saved his work and pulled off his headphones to give Hoseok his entire attention.
“Hobi-yah, what’s--”
“You’re bi, right, hyung?"
"Uh, what?”
“Bisexual. You’re bisexual, right?”
“U-uh, yeah." He didn't talk about it, not outside of vague song lyrics, but it's a well-known secret.
"Great. I really need to sit on a dick right now, hyung.”
Yoongi’s mouth was open, his eyes wide with shock.
Hoseok started stripping, revealing golden skin and the healing bruise on his right hip leftover from a collision with Seokjin during dance practice last week.
A garbled noise left his throat, and Hoseok looked over at him with his full blown pout. It was so fake, because there was heat burning behind his eyes.
“I was getting off in the shower after practice and my fingers aren’t always enough and I just need to sit on a dick. You’re here, I’m here. You have a dick. Let me sit on it.”
Yoongi swallowed roughly.
“It doesn’t mean anything, hyung. It’s totally just a bro-job.”
Yoongi finally snapped out of his surprise and said, “Don’t ever say that again.”
Hoseok cackled and shucked off his sweats. “Come on, hyung. I’m horny.”
He was already hard. His dick was flushed red and leaking at his tip. He had a nice dick, Yoongi decided in his stupor, a bit thicker at the top of his shaft and a small curve throughout.
Shaking, Yoongi stood up and staggered toward his couch. Hoseok pulled him close by the top of his pants and started undoing the buttons down the crotch.
“C-condom?”
Hoseok glowered. “What? I don’t ...”
“I do, second drawer.” He gestures that direction.
“Perfect, then, though this is taking way too much time.” Hoseok kissed his cheek and pushed him to the small couch. “Hurry up and get your dick out.” He whistled when he opened the drawer. “Damn, hyung. How often do you jerk off in here?”
“Some.”
“Or do you get tail in here?” Hoseok said with a smirk. “Is that why you have condoms?”
“No, fuck off. I just ... easy clean up, shut up.” Yoongi would not admit that he was blushing. His hands shook on his pants, but he pushed them down and left them piled up on the floor. He tossed his boxers on top of that and then he sat and watched as a very naked Jung Hoseok leaned over his console, perky butt and dancer thighs on full display.
“Who do you listen to when you jerk off?” Hoseok asked with a smirk over his shoulder.
Yoongi swallowed. “Um, doesn’t matter. The beat has to be good--”
“So Namjoon-ah.”
Yoongi blushed but did not admit it out loud. He bit his lip against a moan when Rap Monster started slow spitting lyrics. His first mixtape. Fuck. Yoongi’s dick pulsed. When had he gotten hard?
Hoseok sauntered back to the couch, one hand on his dick stroking to the beat and the other one holding a condom and lube.
God, he was beautiful. Yoongi knew that. Yoongi had more than one fantasy of Hoseok’s long tongue on his dick, but ... but this wasn’t about that.
He didn’t protest when Hoseok pushed him and he settled against the back of the couch, legs spread, his long-sleeved sweater was bunched up around his waist. He put the lube on Yoongi’s hip and ripped the condom open. Yoongi moaned when he put it on and then gasped when he gripped him tight and then poured lube all over him. And then more lube. Way more than Yoongi ever used on himself.
Hoseok straddled his waist, muscled thighs caging him in and he lined Yoongi up against his hole.
“P-prep?”
Hoseok smirked, eyes shutting when he sat. “Started in the shower. Don’t want too much. Want to ... feel. Fuck. Want to feel it.”
And fuck could Yoongi feel it. Hoseok sank down on him, the dirty squelch of lube almost buried under his heavy moan. A moan that Yoongi echoed. Fuck, he was tight.
And then Hoseok didn’t move. Kept his hands behind him on Yoongi’s knees, his head thrown back, and just sat there. His throat constricted as he swallowed, his abs shook and his thighs clenched, clenching that also squeezed Yoongi's dick too tightly.
Yoongi’s head swam at the way he clenched around his dick. The first movement of his hips had Yoongi whimpering. Hoseok didn’t pull up, just rolled, used those dancer hips of his to keep Yoongi inside him and just moved on his lap, filthy and smooth body rolls that centered from his core.
Yoongi couldn’t do anything but grip his hips and hang on, head tilted back on the couch, mouth open.
“Fuck yeah,” Hoseok growled and twisted again, and then again. “Want ... fuck ... want ... leverage. Lay down.”
Yoongi let Hoseok push him to lay flat on the couch. He slipped out of Hoseok, gasping at the new sensation of being squeezed and released and then moaned when Hoseok sat right back on him before he’d settled. This time, Hoseok’s hands went to his stomach, palms curled on his ribs, fingers teasingly close to his nipples.
When he moved his hips, it was more than just a lift. It was an upward swirl, where half of Yoongi’s dick slipped out of him before being pushed back in with more dirty, wet noises. Yoongi moaned, hands tightening their grip on his hips.
“Fuck yeah,” Hoseok said and started moving to the beat, still not full up and down movements, but ... dancing. Yoongi felt like Hoseok was dancing on his dick. Filthy dirty dancing.
“Oh god,” Yoongi said again.
Hoseok smirked down at him. “Feel good, hyung?”
“Yes, fuck, so good.”
“How long has it been since you got your dick wet?”
Yoongi swallowed. “Shit, don’t say it like that.”
Hoseok laughed. “Been a bit for me, but god.” He sat back all the way, stilling his movements and put a hand on his dick, stroking slow but still in time with the beats. It felt like his entire body tightened around Yoongi with every stroke.
"Fuck yes," Hoseok moaned. "Just what Daddy needed.”
Yoongi froze, staring at Hoseok’s blissed out face. Did he just ...
Hoseok looked down at him and smirked again. “Felt you throb at that. You like that? You like making Daddy feel good?”
Yoongi moaned. “Hoseok, don’t.”
“You do, fuck, you do like that.” Hoseok put both his hands on Yoongi’s chest, over his nipples and started really fucking himself, quick up and down snaps. “Do you like it when Daddy uses your cock?”
Yoongi whimpered, actually whimpered.
“I mean, that is all I needed you for. Just your dick. That’s all Daddy wants you for.”
“Shit, don’t ... fuck, Hoseok, don’t say that.”
Hoseok leaned over him, leaned so close that Yoongi thought he was going in for a kiss, but he stopped, just above his lips and smiled. “What was that? What’s my name?”
Yoongi swallowed roughly.
“Say it.”
Yoongi moaned.
“Come on, say it.” Hoseok went completely still, sat on him with all his weight and growled when Yoongi tried to buck up into him.
Yoongi cursed under his breath. Everything was so tight. His stomach, his dick, his own asshole ... god, he felt himself clenching, wanting to be filled up while his dick was being used.
“D-Daddy,” Yoongi finally whispered. Could only whisper. And Hoseok smiled at him before pulling back and forth again, then sitting flush against him.
“Good boy. Such a good boy for letting Daddy use your dick to get off.”
“Oh god, might ... might ...”
Hoseok’s face hardened. “Might what? You aren't going to come already are you, baby?”
And Yoongi broke. Just broke. He whimpered, gripped Hoseok’s hips and fucked up into him once and then twice before he came.
Hoseok sighed in disappointment. “Baby.”
Yoongi’s throat closed up and he gasped and moaned and tried to say, “Daddy, sorry, Daddy.” It all came out garbled.
“Should have expected as much,” Hoseok said and pinched Yoongi’s nipple. “Worthless baby. All Daddy needed was your dick for a little while.”
He lifted up and Yoongi panicked, gripping his waist. "Wait, Daddy, wait. I...I can stay hard. I..."
"Not worth it, baby. I can get off by myself."
"I can, please, please!"
Hoseok glared down at him. "You're already going soft."
Yoongi felt tears on his cheeks.
"Aigoo, baby. Don't cry." Hoseok wiped his cheeks. "Okay. Okay. You can try again. Daddy will let you try again."
"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you."
Hoseok lifted off him and he whimpered. He grabbed the condom and didn't bother removing it properly. Come seeped out of it all over Yoongi's dick.
"Easy clean up," Hoseok mocked. He gripped Yoongi's softening dick and squeezed.
Yoongi moaned.
"Not sure why I expected more of you," Hoseok drawled. "With this worthless thing, I'm surprised I even felt it."
"N-n-not," Yoongi stammered. "N-not worthless, Daddy."
"Feels like it to me. Soft and wilted. Should just fuck your loose hole instead. Useless."
Yoongi whined. He wasn't. He was hard!
"I'm hard, Daddy. I'm hard, please!"
"This is hard? This is it?"
Yoongi had never been so fucking hard in his entire life. Even with tears in his eyes, and his skin flushed with shame. "Please. baby's hard, baby's dick is hard for Daddy."
Hoseok sighed in annoyance. "Are you going to come again?"
"No, Daddy, no."
"If you do, Daddy's going to leave you all alone."
"Won't come. Be good baby. I good baby."
Hoseok climbed over his lap again. "All right, baby. Daddy will try again. You aren't allowed to come."
"Yes, Daddy, please I be good baby."
Yoongi cried when Hoseok sank down on his dick again. All the way. And then he stopped, swirled his hips and then stilled. Yoongi held his breath, gnawing on his lower lip.
"I definitely shouldn’t have prepped myself in the shower, but I didn’t know your little dick was going to be so worthless.”
Yoongi bit his lip against his immediate need to defend himself. If Daddy thought he was worthless, then he was worthless. He had to be good. Just keep his mouth shut and let Daddy use him.
Hoseok shifted in his lap and sighed. It was more breathless than annoyed. “I guess you'll be good enough for Daddy."
Yoongi gasped in relief, his hips trying to hitch up.
"No, no, baby. Hold still. Let Daddy do it. We already know you can't make Daddy feel good so Daddy has to do it himself."
Yoongi sagged back, hands falling from Hoseok's hips with another sad whimper.
"Are you going to come?"
Yoongi shook his head frantically. "No, Daddy."
"Good."
And Hoseok moved. His hips rolled, his body waved, he used his core and his thighs to keep Yoongi in place, to keep him panting, and hard so fucking hard. and still Hoseok didn't lift up, kept Yoongi encased in his wet asshole.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
"What baby? Are you going to come, already?"
Yoongi shook his head frantically. "No, Daddy, no. Just... oh god, Daddy feels good."
"Well, I'm glad you feel good. But this is supposed to be about me and making me feel good, remember?"
"Sorry, Daddy. I will try harder."
"No, baby. Just lay there like a good toy and let me use you. Your dick isn't as big as the dildos I use to tease myself, but I should be able to come eventually."
Yoongi covered his face with his hands. "Sorry, Daddy. Baby is sorry."
Hoseok put his hand on Yoongi's hips, holding him down. "Maybe if I speed up it will feel better."
Yoongi was sure he was going to die.
Hoseok started bouncing, really bouncing. His hands tightened on Yoongi's chest, nails digging in down his ribs, and his ass tightened its hold on Yoongi's dick. He pulled up almost until Yoongi slipped out of him and then slammed back down.
"There we go, baby, there we go. That's what you're good for. This is what I need you for, to let Daddy use you, to make Daddy feel good with your worthless dick."
Yoongi covered his face again as his chest tightened and he tried to swallow away his tears.
Hoseok suddenly gripped his wrists, pinned them above his head and sped up, "Come on, baby. I know you've gotten better at hip thrusts. Show Daddy what you can do with your tiny dick. Make Daddy come."
"Oh god," Yoongi moaned. He tightened his core, lifted his ass and started thrusting up into Hoseok's body.
"Is that it, baby? Is that all? Come on, fuck me. Fuck your Daddy, show me you're worth keeping."
"I am, Daddy. I am. I'm good, I can be good."
"Worthless," Hoseok said again, but with a waver in his voice, a waver that Yoongi latched onto, going faster.
"Are you even inside me, baby? I can't even feel you."
Yoongi tried to speed up again, but his muscles hurt and he couldn't, not with the way Hoseok had him caged in. But he couldn't stop, not until Daddy came. Not--
Hoseok huffed in exasperation, sitting back down and stopping Yoongi from moving. "Just as I thought," he said and took himself in hand, "I'm going to have to do it myself."
Yoongi cried out in shame. "No, no, no, Daddy I can-"
"You can't," he said and pinched a nipple. "Now hush."
His body suddenly tightened around Yoongi, his breathing went ragged, he curled his hips in the same filthy dance moves and then groaned as he orgasmed, splattering Yoongi's chest with heavy stripes of white come.
He kept himself from falling forward with a hand on Yoongi's dirty chest.
Yoongi was breathing, but not well, gasping at the ache in his chest, at how badly he failed.
"Baby, sorry," he managed to say. "Baby not good enough."
Hoseok slowly pulled off him, making Yoongi shiver, and then he moved them. Yoongi let himself be moved, let himself be manhandled until he was the one sitting in Hoseok's lap, his legs thrown over Hoseok's thighs.
Hoseok rubbed his hands up and down Yoongi's back, ass, and thighs.
"Ah, baby, it's ok. Daddy felt so good. You helped Daddy feel so good."
Yoongi sniffled against his shoulder. "I did?"
"Yes, you did. Loved seeing you so pathetic and worthless underneath me. Loved just taking what I needed from my baby's little dick. " Lips pressed against his forehead. "Baby you're still hard. Do you want to come again?"
Yoongi wiped at his face with the back of his hand. "I can do it."
"Nonsense. A good Daddy takes care of his baby."
Hoseok covered his fingers in lube before sliding them slick to his hole. "Want Daddy's fingers?"
Yoongi moaned and nodded. "Yes, please, Daddy. May I please have your fingers?"
"Oh, such a good boy for asking." He slid two of them in right away. Yoongi gasped and threw his head back. God, it hurt. Too much too soon. His cock wilted a little, but only for a moment, then Hoseok pressed his lips against Yoongi’s shoulder with a quiet curse.
Hoseok moaned, too. "Bounce on my fingers, baby."
Yoongi's entire body ached but his thighs were on fire. He was so sore, too tight for even two fingers, and he only moved a few times before he said, "Can't, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy. Baby can't."
Hoseok sighed and nodded like he was expecting it. "Baby can't do anything right. Fine, Daddy will help you."
Yoongi whined, chest hitching again.
Hoseok moved him again, this time to his hands and knees. He pressed the back of Yoongi's neck, pushing his face into the couch. His fingers jabbed back into him.
Yoongi cried out at the suddenness of it before moaning at the feeling of Hoseok's long fingers in his ass. He fought the urge to pull away and just took it, despite the pain. And he was going to come quickly because of the pain.
"Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!"
"Grip your ass cheeks, baby. Wanna see inside your loose hole."
Yoongi did as he was told, turning his face so he could breathe.
"Gaping open, baby. Can you even feel my fingers? It would have been worse if I had tried to fuck you. There's no way this loose cunt would have gotten me off."
Yoongi whimpered into the couch, so glad he didn't have to look at Hoseok. His dick was so hard and Hoseok was dragging fingers over his prostate.
"So loose," Hoseok said again. And then his tongue swiped up Yoongi's cleft and he shouted out in surprise.
"Daddy, don't. Daddy, it's dirty. It's dirty!"
Hoseok spanked him sharply. "I can do whatever I want to my baby and I am going to eat your worthless cunt."
Yoongi sobbed, the noise turning to a low moan at the touch of Hoseok's tongue. He pumped his fingers with his tongue. When his other hand gripped Yoongi's balls and squeezed them way too hard, spots danced behind his eyelids, pain shot up his spine, and Yoongi orgasmed. He pushed back on Hoseok’s face and shouted, "Daddy Daddy Daddy!" as he pumped his release onto the couch.
Hoseok did not stop, even after Yoongi tightened around him, even after Yoongi fell into his own mess to try to get away from Hoseok's fingers.
"Daddy, stop Daddy, stop stop stop. It hurts. It hurts!"
Hoseok huffed, the nose full of disdain, but he stopped and Yoongi cried, trying to curl up in a ball because now he felt so empty and Daddy wasn’t really supposed to stop.
Hoseok gathered him into his lap and pressed kisses to his sweaty hair and rubbed his hands up and down his sides until his breathing steadied.
"Love you, baby. Daddy loves you."
Yoongi lifted his head and Hoseok wiped at his tears. “No, Daddy. Not good enough for love.”
Hoseok’s eyes hardened. “Excuse you?”
“Not ... tight enough. Can’t do anything.”
Hoseok cupped his cheeks. “That doesn’t mean I don’t love you, baby. You’re so precious, so perfect. My baby. I love you.”
Yoongi shut his eyes with a sigh. He gripped Hoseok's wrists and said, "Kiss?" with a hopeful tone.
Hoseok hesitated, and Yoongi understood why. They were bandmates. They were friends. This was all different. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a bro-job. But he was still too into this role to make a good decision. He shook his head like that would help clear the fog and anticipation, and then buried his face into Hoseok's neck to hide his disappointment.
“Should clean you up,” Hoseok whispered, running his hands up and down Yoongi’s back.
“Don't go yet, Daddy,” Yoongi whispered.
“I won't. Not yet.”
Yoongi almost fell asleep curled up and secure in Hoseok's arms.
"Hyung, we really need to get back to the dorms."
Yoongi growled at the stupid honorific that sufficiently finished dragging him back to reality.
Yoongi didn't want to, but he sighed and agreed. Hoseok cleaned them up. He was careful with his touches and words. He let Yoongi wear his burnt orange hoody.
It was late, too late for the others to be out of their rooms. Yoongi shuffled behind Hoseok and followed him into the shower. He spent more time pressed against Hoseok's body than cleaning himself. But Hoseok didn't complain, just washed him down and whispered little commands to his baby to get them both clean.
It made Yoongi putty and malleable.
“Can I sleep with you, Daddy?”
Hoseok looked at him and then smiled. “Of course, baby.”
He led them to his bed and Yoongi crawled over the covers, more or less deadweight while Hoseok fought with the blankets to cover them up. In the darkness, Yoongi pressed against him and let himself think that this was normal, that he and Hoseok were always like this, always had been lovers and not just friends. It was scary how easy it felt, how right it felt, how ... how dreamy. Fuck, he was still in some kind of headspace.
He pressed an open kiss to Hoseok’s shoulder and mumbled, “Love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too, baby. We're going to talk about this tomorrow.”
Yoongi snuggled against Hoseok’s warm T-shirt, rubbing it against his cheek. He hummed. “Okay, Daddy.”
---
Hoseok was alone when he woke up. He wasn’t surprised. Yoongi woke up early no matter what time he went to bed. He didn’t sleep on any kind of schedule. They did not have anything until later on in the afternoon, a rare morning alone, so if Yoongi wasn’t hiding in Namjoon’s room, using his recording equipment for something, then he was back at the studio.
Hoseok struggled to wake up. His body felt so good. His head felt so good. His ass was sore from a good fucking. But he worried about Yoongi. They hadn’t talked before or after, and they desperately needed to talk. Ignoring something like this was what caused problems in a group as close as theirs.
He staggered to the bathroom to piss and splash water on his face. It wasn’t until he was on his way to the kitchen that he looked at his phone. Yoongi had sent him a message almost two hours ago.
tiny-hyung: at studio. Still need to talk, but had to get out.
Hoseok understood the sentiment. He texted back a quick, Half hour.
Yoongi didn’t reply, but the next time Hoseok looked at his phone, he saw that Yoongi had read the message. Hoseok ate some breakfast, downed some coffee, and brushed his teeth. He paused at his outfit and cursed at himself for caring. It didn’t matter if he looked okay. It was just Yoongi in the studio. He left with a shout to whoever was home that he was going to drag Yoongi back to the dorms for food.
Hoseok stopped in the doorway of the studio and smiled.
Yoongi was still wearing his burnt orange sweater. And shorts. He had a beanie over his hair and nothing more than house slippers on his feet. Classic lazy music producer Yoongi.
Yoongi caught sight of him when he turned to adjust the volume on a speak and he spun in his chair and their eyes met.
Hoseok smiled. “Hi.”
Yoongi ripped out his earbuds. “Hi.”
Hoseok gestured to the couch, asking if he could sit. Yoongi nodded. Sighing, Hoseok flopped on the couch, the couch where Yoongi had cried and called him Daddy. His dick twitched.
“I’m sorry, first of all,” Hoseok started.
“Why?” Yoongi’s tone was careful, like he wanted an apology but he wanted to make sure that Hoseok knew the real reason why he wanted an apology.
“I was in way more control than you were last night and I should have stopped before things went too far so we could talk about it.”
Yoongi snorted. “If you had stopped, I probably would have screamed.”
Hoseok smiled at him. The truth. That was good then. “So, what am I missing? What should I be apologizing for?”
“You got lube in my eye and I think you’re laying on the come stain.”
Hoseok stared at him, mouth open wide, and then he laughed, curled up on his side with his cheek pressed to his hand. He just looked at Yoongi.
“So, baby, huh?”
Yoongi blushed. “I ... yeah, I ...” He cleared his throat. “I like being taken care of.”
Hoseok knew that about him.
“It’s just ... only Seokjin-hyung is older than me and he’d never baby me the way I need it, not in bed. He’s more part of the maknae line than Jungkook is”
Hoseok laughed again. “He really is. What about Namjoon-ah? He is the leader.”
Yoongi shook his head. “He likes to get fucked and then have lengthy conversations about it afterwards. We hooked up once, but he doesn’t like to top. So I ... ”
“You jerk off to him rapping.”
“Yeah. That. What about you? Daddy, huh?”
“Are you really surprised?”
“No. Your sunshine persona is weird.”
Hoseok smirked. “I’ve always liked being in control of sex, top or bottom. I don’t care. I had a girlfriend once--remember Eumi?-- that was really into being spoiled and she called me Daddy all the time. I definitely liked it, liked throwing her over my lap for a spanking, liked choking her with my dick or smacking her in the face when she was bad.”
“She got obsessed though, I remember.”
“Yeah, as we got more popular. I wasn’t really sad when I stopped returning her calls.”
“You’re lucky she hasn’t gone to the press.”
“Yeah, but we never had any pictures or videos. I wasn’t that dumb. Lately, I’ve mostly just gotten with stage crew or dancers that certainly don’t mind me taking control.”
Yoongi bit his lower lip and looked away. “It’s different for me. I mean, you have Hobi, this persona, but I ... ”
Hoseok nodded. “You have Agust D. Like hardcore hip-hop rapper image.”
“Yeah.”
Hoseok stared at him, watched as he tangled the earbuds around his fingers and then bent his nails, chewed his fingertips.
“Do you want to come and sit with me while we talk, baby?”
Yoongi glanced up at him shyly, but he nodded. After saving his work, he shuffled over to the couch. Hoseok patted the empty spot formed from where his body curled. Yoongi sat stiffly, hands in fists on his knees. Hoseok reached over and took the closest fist, uncurling his fingers and taking his hand.
“You like being pampered?”
“Yes,” Yoongi whispered.
“And degraded.”
He whined low in his throat and squirmed in his seat.
“Can you explain why?”
Yoongi shook his head. “Just ... just like it. I ...”
“It’s okay.” Hoseok pet arm. “You don’t have to have a reason for what makes you feel good. I like being in charge. I don’t know why either. I have to ask though. There were a few times when it sounded like you were in some kind of little headspace.”
Yoongi glanced down at him. “Little headspace?”
“Yeah, like ... age regression. Like a child?” Hoseok frowned. “It sounds fucked up when I say it that way.”
Yoongi shrugged. “No. No. It isn’t ever anything like that. It’s definitely a headspace, but not like I’m suddenly a kid or anything. I don’t know. I feel like explaining it like that isn’t fair to people who do feel that way.”
“Yeah. But you’re not?”
“Nope.”
“Just a pretty baby,” Hoseok cooed and kissed his hand.
Yoongi flushed. “Yeah.”
Hoseok moved closer to the back of the couch and tugged on Yoongi’s arm. “Snuggle with Daddy, yeah?”
Yoongi whined and followed the pull until his back was pressed flush to Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok wrapped one arm around his waist and settled Yoongi’s head on the bicep of the other. To really cage him close, he threw a leg over Yoongi’s hips.
“Is this okay?”
“Y-yes, D-Daddy.”
Hoseok pressed a kiss to his neck. “Can you tell me other things you like or what you want from me?”
Yoongi froze for a moment and then said, “Does that mean it’s going to happen again?”
Hoseok froze too and then huffed a warm laugh against Yoongi’s neck. “I guess I just assumed, sorry, baby. Do you want it to happen again?”
“It was scary, how ... just how fast I fell into that role. Just ... it was ... I rarely ever let myself do that, fall like that. But it was with you and I'm already comfortable with you and I trust you, so I am not really surprised either. I need that trust and love before ... it’s been a long time.”
Hoseok hummed against his neck. “We can definitely do it again, but we need firmer parameters.”
“Fuck your Namjoon vocabuarly.”
Hoseok laughed. “So back to kinks. Degradation, praise, you don’t mind topping obviously.”
“I haven’t topped in so long.”
“No wonder you came so fast.” Hoseok felt the heat of Yoongi’s blush on his neck.
“I like being called pretty or ... cute ... I like pain. I love it when it hurts. Overstimulation or edging. Oh my god, I love being edged so much. And gagging and choking and ... Oh my god.”
Yoongi lifted his hands to his face and whined.
“Can’t do all of that all at once, but it gives me things to work with. Come play? Come eating?”
“Yes, yes. All over my face, all over my body. Haven’t ... want to be marked, pissed on, I mean, I haven’t ever done that before, but I want ... I want to be just ... owned.” The whine in his voice had Hoseok’s dick hard as a rock.
“Want to wear a collar baby, follow Daddy around on a leash?”
“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy.”
“Hmm, I’ll think about it.” Hoseok snaked his hand under Yoongi’s sweater. His sweater. Yoongi’s stomach jerked inwards and then he sighed, letting his belly rest against Hoseok’s hand.
“Do you have a safeword, baby?”
“Aerobics.”
Hoseok laughed. “Of course that’s your safeword. Is there anything you don’t want me to do?”
"Don't stop if I say stop. I've never been so far gone that I can't remember my safeword. But I... I like being forced. I like not having control and begging to stop is part of that."
"Especially if I'm edging you?"
Yoongi cut off a whimper, cheeks flushing a deeper pink. "Yes."
"What else?"
Yoongi stayed silent for a little while. “No ... no blood, I guess. No ... not prep, like ... like you did. I always need prep. I can’t just take it. I’m physically too small down ... down there.”
“Well, that means you're going to ruin sex with anyone else for me, huh?”
“Shuddup, Daddy.”
Hoseok kissed his neck again. “And with how much you love edging, I wouldn’t want to skip driving you crazy with my mouth and fingers. What else?”
“I don’t like bondage. I don’t like ... I like holding still and being forced to hold still with words or your hands, but not ... r-rope or handcuffs or anything. Or blindfolds. I panic if I can’t move or see.”
“But I can step on your neck and hold you in place while I tease your loose hole with my fingers?”
“Oh god, yes.”
“Good. Spanking?”
“Yes, yes, fuck yes, please.”
“What else do you want?”
“Af-aftercare?”
“That’s a given. Any asshole that doesn’t give aftercare is just abusive. What do you want with aftercare?”
“Everything from yesterday. Snuggles, kisses, let me sleep with you, I can’t ... I get clingy and it’s hard to pull away from the baby mentality, so I need a long time to recover. There was one time when I was still all wobbly almost six hours later, but that was because he just left me and it took a long time to come out of it on my own.”
Hoseok let his hand trail along the top of the sweats. “One more important question. Do we tell the others?”
“Yes. We can’t ... we can’t keep it a secret. What if they walk in on it or I’m still in baby-mode?”
“Okay, but let’s tell them after we know it’s going to be more than twice.”
“You mean once?”
Hoseok slipped his hand into Yoongi’s sweatpants. No underwear. God. “No. Twice. I want you right now, baby. We don’t have dance practice until two. Sound okay?”
“Oh please, Daddy.”
“Okay, so why don’t you go turn on some music you like, get naked and show me how you present yourself to your Daddy?”
"Can we listen to Hope World?"
Hoseok smiled. “We can listen to whatever you want, baby.”
Yoongi smiled widely and climbed off the couch.
Hoseok tapped his butt. “Cute, cute, cute.”
Yoongi shuffled to the computer and started the music. And then he stood there, half facing Hoseok, tugging on the bottom of the hoody.
“Naked, baby, remember?”
As always with me lately, this post is too large. Comments are disabled for this part. Read Part 2 here.
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Pairing: Hoseok/Yoongi
Rating: NC17 (Daddy/baby)
Disclaimer: Again, they aren't mine, and you shouldn't be making money off of them.
Summary: Hoseok needs to sit on a dick. Yoongi has one. It's something simple that turns into something much more satisfying than either of them had ever imagined.
warning: Daddy!Hoseok, baby!Yoongi, dom/sub dynamics. Daddy/baby dynamics. Yoongi is NOT a little. Kink negotiation. Consent is sexy. Degradation, use of the word whore, slut and cunt. Come play. Praise kink. Improper use of condoms. Be safe, people!
A pale blue light next to his monitor flashed, letting Yoongi know that someone was coming into his studio. He turned, smiled over at Hoseok, and then narrowed his eyes.
He didn't look all that different than any other day, sweatpants, a burnt orange hoody, Gucci slides. Hair still wet from a shower. He'd obviously been dancing late into the night the same way Yoongi had been bent over his computer late into the night..
But Hoseok had a look on his face. Hard. Determined. He definitely needed something.
Yoongi quickly saved his work and pulled off his headphones to give Hoseok his entire attention.
“Hobi-yah, what’s--”
“You’re bi, right, hyung?"
"Uh, what?”
“Bisexual. You’re bisexual, right?”
“U-uh, yeah." He didn't talk about it, not outside of vague song lyrics, but it's a well-known secret.
"Great. I really need to sit on a dick right now, hyung.”
Yoongi’s mouth was open, his eyes wide with shock.
Hoseok started stripping, revealing golden skin and the healing bruise on his right hip leftover from a collision with Seokjin during dance practice last week.
A garbled noise left his throat, and Hoseok looked over at him with his full blown pout. It was so fake, because there was heat burning behind his eyes.
“I was getting off in the shower after practice and my fingers aren’t always enough and I just need to sit on a dick. You’re here, I’m here. You have a dick. Let me sit on it.”
Yoongi swallowed roughly.
“It doesn’t mean anything, hyung. It’s totally just a bro-job.”
Yoongi finally snapped out of his surprise and said, “Don’t ever say that again.”
Hoseok cackled and shucked off his sweats. “Come on, hyung. I’m horny.”
He was already hard. His dick was flushed red and leaking at his tip. He had a nice dick, Yoongi decided in his stupor, a bit thicker at the top of his shaft and a small curve throughout.
Shaking, Yoongi stood up and staggered toward his couch. Hoseok pulled him close by the top of his pants and started undoing the buttons down the crotch.
“C-condom?”
Hoseok glowered. “What? I don’t ...”
“I do, second drawer.” He gestures that direction.
“Perfect, then, though this is taking way too much time.” Hoseok kissed his cheek and pushed him to the small couch. “Hurry up and get your dick out.” He whistled when he opened the drawer. “Damn, hyung. How often do you jerk off in here?”
“Some.”
“Or do you get tail in here?” Hoseok said with a smirk. “Is that why you have condoms?”
“No, fuck off. I just ... easy clean up, shut up.” Yoongi would not admit that he was blushing. His hands shook on his pants, but he pushed them down and left them piled up on the floor. He tossed his boxers on top of that and then he sat and watched as a very naked Jung Hoseok leaned over his console, perky butt and dancer thighs on full display.
“Who do you listen to when you jerk off?” Hoseok asked with a smirk over his shoulder.
Yoongi swallowed. “Um, doesn’t matter. The beat has to be good--”
“So Namjoon-ah.”
Yoongi blushed but did not admit it out loud. He bit his lip against a moan when Rap Monster started slow spitting lyrics. His first mixtape. Fuck. Yoongi’s dick pulsed. When had he gotten hard?
Hoseok sauntered back to the couch, one hand on his dick stroking to the beat and the other one holding a condom and lube.
God, he was beautiful. Yoongi knew that. Yoongi had more than one fantasy of Hoseok’s long tongue on his dick, but ... but this wasn’t about that.
He didn’t protest when Hoseok pushed him and he settled against the back of the couch, legs spread, his long-sleeved sweater was bunched up around his waist. He put the lube on Yoongi’s hip and ripped the condom open. Yoongi moaned when he put it on and then gasped when he gripped him tight and then poured lube all over him. And then more lube. Way more than Yoongi ever used on himself.
Hoseok straddled his waist, muscled thighs caging him in and he lined Yoongi up against his hole.
“P-prep?”
Hoseok smirked, eyes shutting when he sat. “Started in the shower. Don’t want too much. Want to ... feel. Fuck. Want to feel it.”
And fuck could Yoongi feel it. Hoseok sank down on him, the dirty squelch of lube almost buried under his heavy moan. A moan that Yoongi echoed. Fuck, he was tight.
And then Hoseok didn’t move. Kept his hands behind him on Yoongi’s knees, his head thrown back, and just sat there. His throat constricted as he swallowed, his abs shook and his thighs clenched, clenching that also squeezed Yoongi's dick too tightly.
Yoongi’s head swam at the way he clenched around his dick. The first movement of his hips had Yoongi whimpering. Hoseok didn’t pull up, just rolled, used those dancer hips of his to keep Yoongi inside him and just moved on his lap, filthy and smooth body rolls that centered from his core.
Yoongi couldn’t do anything but grip his hips and hang on, head tilted back on the couch, mouth open.
“Fuck yeah,” Hoseok growled and twisted again, and then again. “Want ... fuck ... want ... leverage. Lay down.”
Yoongi let Hoseok push him to lay flat on the couch. He slipped out of Hoseok, gasping at the new sensation of being squeezed and released and then moaned when Hoseok sat right back on him before he’d settled. This time, Hoseok’s hands went to his stomach, palms curled on his ribs, fingers teasingly close to his nipples.
When he moved his hips, it was more than just a lift. It was an upward swirl, where half of Yoongi’s dick slipped out of him before being pushed back in with more dirty, wet noises. Yoongi moaned, hands tightening their grip on his hips.
“Fuck yeah,” Hoseok said and started moving to the beat, still not full up and down movements, but ... dancing. Yoongi felt like Hoseok was dancing on his dick. Filthy dirty dancing.
“Oh god,” Yoongi said again.
Hoseok smirked down at him. “Feel good, hyung?”
“Yes, fuck, so good.”
“How long has it been since you got your dick wet?”
Yoongi swallowed. “Shit, don’t say it like that.”
Hoseok laughed. “Been a bit for me, but god.” He sat back all the way, stilling his movements and put a hand on his dick, stroking slow but still in time with the beats. It felt like his entire body tightened around Yoongi with every stroke.
"Fuck yes," Hoseok moaned. "Just what Daddy needed.”
Yoongi froze, staring at Hoseok’s blissed out face. Did he just ...
Hoseok looked down at him and smirked again. “Felt you throb at that. You like that? You like making Daddy feel good?”
Yoongi moaned. “Hoseok, don’t.”
“You do, fuck, you do like that.” Hoseok put both his hands on Yoongi’s chest, over his nipples and started really fucking himself, quick up and down snaps. “Do you like it when Daddy uses your cock?”
Yoongi whimpered, actually whimpered.
“I mean, that is all I needed you for. Just your dick. That’s all Daddy wants you for.”
“Shit, don’t ... fuck, Hoseok, don’t say that.”
Hoseok leaned over him, leaned so close that Yoongi thought he was going in for a kiss, but he stopped, just above his lips and smiled. “What was that? What’s my name?”
Yoongi swallowed roughly.
“Say it.”
Yoongi moaned.
“Come on, say it.” Hoseok went completely still, sat on him with all his weight and growled when Yoongi tried to buck up into him.
Yoongi cursed under his breath. Everything was so tight. His stomach, his dick, his own asshole ... god, he felt himself clenching, wanting to be filled up while his dick was being used.
“D-Daddy,” Yoongi finally whispered. Could only whisper. And Hoseok smiled at him before pulling back and forth again, then sitting flush against him.
“Good boy. Such a good boy for letting Daddy use your dick to get off.”
“Oh god, might ... might ...”
Hoseok’s face hardened. “Might what? You aren't going to come already are you, baby?”
And Yoongi broke. Just broke. He whimpered, gripped Hoseok’s hips and fucked up into him once and then twice before he came.
Hoseok sighed in disappointment. “Baby.”
Yoongi’s throat closed up and he gasped and moaned and tried to say, “Daddy, sorry, Daddy.” It all came out garbled.
“Should have expected as much,” Hoseok said and pinched Yoongi’s nipple. “Worthless baby. All Daddy needed was your dick for a little while.”
He lifted up and Yoongi panicked, gripping his waist. "Wait, Daddy, wait. I...I can stay hard. I..."
"Not worth it, baby. I can get off by myself."
"I can, please, please!"
Hoseok glared down at him. "You're already going soft."
Yoongi felt tears on his cheeks.
"Aigoo, baby. Don't cry." Hoseok wiped his cheeks. "Okay. Okay. You can try again. Daddy will let you try again."
"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you."
Hoseok lifted off him and he whimpered. He grabbed the condom and didn't bother removing it properly. Come seeped out of it all over Yoongi's dick.
"Easy clean up," Hoseok mocked. He gripped Yoongi's softening dick and squeezed.
Yoongi moaned.
"Not sure why I expected more of you," Hoseok drawled. "With this worthless thing, I'm surprised I even felt it."
"N-n-not," Yoongi stammered. "N-not worthless, Daddy."
"Feels like it to me. Soft and wilted. Should just fuck your loose hole instead. Useless."
Yoongi whined. He wasn't. He was hard!
"I'm hard, Daddy. I'm hard, please!"
"This is hard? This is it?"
Yoongi had never been so fucking hard in his entire life. Even with tears in his eyes, and his skin flushed with shame. "Please. baby's hard, baby's dick is hard for Daddy."
Hoseok sighed in annoyance. "Are you going to come again?"
"No, Daddy, no."
"If you do, Daddy's going to leave you all alone."
"Won't come. Be good baby. I good baby."
Hoseok climbed over his lap again. "All right, baby. Daddy will try again. You aren't allowed to come."
"Yes, Daddy, please I be good baby."
Yoongi cried when Hoseok sank down on his dick again. All the way. And then he stopped, swirled his hips and then stilled. Yoongi held his breath, gnawing on his lower lip.
"I definitely shouldn’t have prepped myself in the shower, but I didn’t know your little dick was going to be so worthless.”
Yoongi bit his lip against his immediate need to defend himself. If Daddy thought he was worthless, then he was worthless. He had to be good. Just keep his mouth shut and let Daddy use him.
Hoseok shifted in his lap and sighed. It was more breathless than annoyed. “I guess you'll be good enough for Daddy."
Yoongi gasped in relief, his hips trying to hitch up.
"No, no, baby. Hold still. Let Daddy do it. We already know you can't make Daddy feel good so Daddy has to do it himself."
Yoongi sagged back, hands falling from Hoseok's hips with another sad whimper.
"Are you going to come?"
Yoongi shook his head frantically. "No, Daddy."
"Good."
And Hoseok moved. His hips rolled, his body waved, he used his core and his thighs to keep Yoongi in place, to keep him panting, and hard so fucking hard. and still Hoseok didn't lift up, kept Yoongi encased in his wet asshole.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
"What baby? Are you going to come, already?"
Yoongi shook his head frantically. "No, Daddy, no. Just... oh god, Daddy feels good."
"Well, I'm glad you feel good. But this is supposed to be about me and making me feel good, remember?"
"Sorry, Daddy. I will try harder."
"No, baby. Just lay there like a good toy and let me use you. Your dick isn't as big as the dildos I use to tease myself, but I should be able to come eventually."
Yoongi covered his face with his hands. "Sorry, Daddy. Baby is sorry."
Hoseok put his hand on Yoongi's hips, holding him down. "Maybe if I speed up it will feel better."
Yoongi was sure he was going to die.
Hoseok started bouncing, really bouncing. His hands tightened on Yoongi's chest, nails digging in down his ribs, and his ass tightened its hold on Yoongi's dick. He pulled up almost until Yoongi slipped out of him and then slammed back down.
"There we go, baby, there we go. That's what you're good for. This is what I need you for, to let Daddy use you, to make Daddy feel good with your worthless dick."
Yoongi covered his face again as his chest tightened and he tried to swallow away his tears.
Hoseok suddenly gripped his wrists, pinned them above his head and sped up, "Come on, baby. I know you've gotten better at hip thrusts. Show Daddy what you can do with your tiny dick. Make Daddy come."
"Oh god," Yoongi moaned. He tightened his core, lifted his ass and started thrusting up into Hoseok's body.
"Is that it, baby? Is that all? Come on, fuck me. Fuck your Daddy, show me you're worth keeping."
"I am, Daddy. I am. I'm good, I can be good."
"Worthless," Hoseok said again, but with a waver in his voice, a waver that Yoongi latched onto, going faster.
"Are you even inside me, baby? I can't even feel you."
Yoongi tried to speed up again, but his muscles hurt and he couldn't, not with the way Hoseok had him caged in. But he couldn't stop, not until Daddy came. Not--
Hoseok huffed in exasperation, sitting back down and stopping Yoongi from moving. "Just as I thought," he said and took himself in hand, "I'm going to have to do it myself."
Yoongi cried out in shame. "No, no, no, Daddy I can-"
"You can't," he said and pinched a nipple. "Now hush."
His body suddenly tightened around Yoongi, his breathing went ragged, he curled his hips in the same filthy dance moves and then groaned as he orgasmed, splattering Yoongi's chest with heavy stripes of white come.
He kept himself from falling forward with a hand on Yoongi's dirty chest.
Yoongi was breathing, but not well, gasping at the ache in his chest, at how badly he failed.
"Baby, sorry," he managed to say. "Baby not good enough."
Hoseok slowly pulled off him, making Yoongi shiver, and then he moved them. Yoongi let himself be moved, let himself be manhandled until he was the one sitting in Hoseok's lap, his legs thrown over Hoseok's thighs.
Hoseok rubbed his hands up and down Yoongi's back, ass, and thighs.
"Ah, baby, it's ok. Daddy felt so good. You helped Daddy feel so good."
Yoongi sniffled against his shoulder. "I did?"
"Yes, you did. Loved seeing you so pathetic and worthless underneath me. Loved just taking what I needed from my baby's little dick. " Lips pressed against his forehead. "Baby you're still hard. Do you want to come again?"
Yoongi wiped at his face with the back of his hand. "I can do it."
"Nonsense. A good Daddy takes care of his baby."
Hoseok covered his fingers in lube before sliding them slick to his hole. "Want Daddy's fingers?"
Yoongi moaned and nodded. "Yes, please, Daddy. May I please have your fingers?"
"Oh, such a good boy for asking." He slid two of them in right away. Yoongi gasped and threw his head back. God, it hurt. Too much too soon. His cock wilted a little, but only for a moment, then Hoseok pressed his lips against Yoongi’s shoulder with a quiet curse.
Hoseok moaned, too. "Bounce on my fingers, baby."
Yoongi's entire body ached but his thighs were on fire. He was so sore, too tight for even two fingers, and he only moved a few times before he said, "Can't, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy. Baby can't."
Hoseok sighed and nodded like he was expecting it. "Baby can't do anything right. Fine, Daddy will help you."
Yoongi whined, chest hitching again.
Hoseok moved him again, this time to his hands and knees. He pressed the back of Yoongi's neck, pushing his face into the couch. His fingers jabbed back into him.
Yoongi cried out at the suddenness of it before moaning at the feeling of Hoseok's long fingers in his ass. He fought the urge to pull away and just took it, despite the pain. And he was going to come quickly because of the pain.
"Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!"
"Grip your ass cheeks, baby. Wanna see inside your loose hole."
Yoongi did as he was told, turning his face so he could breathe.
"Gaping open, baby. Can you even feel my fingers? It would have been worse if I had tried to fuck you. There's no way this loose cunt would have gotten me off."
Yoongi whimpered into the couch, so glad he didn't have to look at Hoseok. His dick was so hard and Hoseok was dragging fingers over his prostate.
"So loose," Hoseok said again. And then his tongue swiped up Yoongi's cleft and he shouted out in surprise.
"Daddy, don't. Daddy, it's dirty. It's dirty!"
Hoseok spanked him sharply. "I can do whatever I want to my baby and I am going to eat your worthless cunt."
Yoongi sobbed, the noise turning to a low moan at the touch of Hoseok's tongue. He pumped his fingers with his tongue. When his other hand gripped Yoongi's balls and squeezed them way too hard, spots danced behind his eyelids, pain shot up his spine, and Yoongi orgasmed. He pushed back on Hoseok’s face and shouted, "Daddy Daddy Daddy!" as he pumped his release onto the couch.
Hoseok did not stop, even after Yoongi tightened around him, even after Yoongi fell into his own mess to try to get away from Hoseok's fingers.
"Daddy, stop Daddy, stop stop stop. It hurts. It hurts!"
Hoseok huffed, the nose full of disdain, but he stopped and Yoongi cried, trying to curl up in a ball because now he felt so empty and Daddy wasn’t really supposed to stop.
Hoseok gathered him into his lap and pressed kisses to his sweaty hair and rubbed his hands up and down his sides until his breathing steadied.
"Love you, baby. Daddy loves you."
Yoongi lifted his head and Hoseok wiped at his tears. “No, Daddy. Not good enough for love.”
Hoseok’s eyes hardened. “Excuse you?”
“Not ... tight enough. Can’t do anything.”
Hoseok cupped his cheeks. “That doesn’t mean I don’t love you, baby. You’re so precious, so perfect. My baby. I love you.”
Yoongi shut his eyes with a sigh. He gripped Hoseok's wrists and said, "Kiss?" with a hopeful tone.
Hoseok hesitated, and Yoongi understood why. They were bandmates. They were friends. This was all different. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a bro-job. But he was still too into this role to make a good decision. He shook his head like that would help clear the fog and anticipation, and then buried his face into Hoseok's neck to hide his disappointment.
“Should clean you up,” Hoseok whispered, running his hands up and down Yoongi’s back.
“Don't go yet, Daddy,” Yoongi whispered.
“I won't. Not yet.”
Yoongi almost fell asleep curled up and secure in Hoseok's arms.
"Hyung, we really need to get back to the dorms."
Yoongi growled at the stupid honorific that sufficiently finished dragging him back to reality.
Yoongi didn't want to, but he sighed and agreed. Hoseok cleaned them up. He was careful with his touches and words. He let Yoongi wear his burnt orange hoody.
It was late, too late for the others to be out of their rooms. Yoongi shuffled behind Hoseok and followed him into the shower. He spent more time pressed against Hoseok's body than cleaning himself. But Hoseok didn't complain, just washed him down and whispered little commands to his baby to get them both clean.
It made Yoongi putty and malleable.
“Can I sleep with you, Daddy?”
Hoseok looked at him and then smiled. “Of course, baby.”
He led them to his bed and Yoongi crawled over the covers, more or less deadweight while Hoseok fought with the blankets to cover them up. In the darkness, Yoongi pressed against him and let himself think that this was normal, that he and Hoseok were always like this, always had been lovers and not just friends. It was scary how easy it felt, how right it felt, how ... how dreamy. Fuck, he was still in some kind of headspace.
He pressed an open kiss to Hoseok’s shoulder and mumbled, “Love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too, baby. We're going to talk about this tomorrow.”
Yoongi snuggled against Hoseok’s warm T-shirt, rubbing it against his cheek. He hummed. “Okay, Daddy.”
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Hoseok was alone when he woke up. He wasn’t surprised. Yoongi woke up early no matter what time he went to bed. He didn’t sleep on any kind of schedule. They did not have anything until later on in the afternoon, a rare morning alone, so if Yoongi wasn’t hiding in Namjoon’s room, using his recording equipment for something, then he was back at the studio.
Hoseok struggled to wake up. His body felt so good. His head felt so good. His ass was sore from a good fucking. But he worried about Yoongi. They hadn’t talked before or after, and they desperately needed to talk. Ignoring something like this was what caused problems in a group as close as theirs.
He staggered to the bathroom to piss and splash water on his face. It wasn’t until he was on his way to the kitchen that he looked at his phone. Yoongi had sent him a message almost two hours ago.
tiny-hyung: at studio. Still need to talk, but had to get out.
Hoseok understood the sentiment. He texted back a quick, Half hour.
Yoongi didn’t reply, but the next time Hoseok looked at his phone, he saw that Yoongi had read the message. Hoseok ate some breakfast, downed some coffee, and brushed his teeth. He paused at his outfit and cursed at himself for caring. It didn’t matter if he looked okay. It was just Yoongi in the studio. He left with a shout to whoever was home that he was going to drag Yoongi back to the dorms for food.
Hoseok stopped in the doorway of the studio and smiled.
Yoongi was still wearing his burnt orange sweater. And shorts. He had a beanie over his hair and nothing more than house slippers on his feet. Classic lazy music producer Yoongi.
Yoongi caught sight of him when he turned to adjust the volume on a speak and he spun in his chair and their eyes met.
Hoseok smiled. “Hi.”
Yoongi ripped out his earbuds. “Hi.”
Hoseok gestured to the couch, asking if he could sit. Yoongi nodded. Sighing, Hoseok flopped on the couch, the couch where Yoongi had cried and called him Daddy. His dick twitched.
“I’m sorry, first of all,” Hoseok started.
“Why?” Yoongi’s tone was careful, like he wanted an apology but he wanted to make sure that Hoseok knew the real reason why he wanted an apology.
“I was in way more control than you were last night and I should have stopped before things went too far so we could talk about it.”
Yoongi snorted. “If you had stopped, I probably would have screamed.”
Hoseok smiled at him. The truth. That was good then. “So, what am I missing? What should I be apologizing for?”
“You got lube in my eye and I think you’re laying on the come stain.”
Hoseok stared at him, mouth open wide, and then he laughed, curled up on his side with his cheek pressed to his hand. He just looked at Yoongi.
“So, baby, huh?”
Yoongi blushed. “I ... yeah, I ...” He cleared his throat. “I like being taken care of.”
Hoseok knew that about him.
“It’s just ... only Seokjin-hyung is older than me and he’d never baby me the way I need it, not in bed. He’s more part of the maknae line than Jungkook is”
Hoseok laughed again. “He really is. What about Namjoon-ah? He is the leader.”
Yoongi shook his head. “He likes to get fucked and then have lengthy conversations about it afterwards. We hooked up once, but he doesn’t like to top. So I ... ”
“You jerk off to him rapping.”
“Yeah. That. What about you? Daddy, huh?”
“Are you really surprised?”
“No. Your sunshine persona is weird.”
Hoseok smirked. “I’ve always liked being in control of sex, top or bottom. I don’t care. I had a girlfriend once--remember Eumi?-- that was really into being spoiled and she called me Daddy all the time. I definitely liked it, liked throwing her over my lap for a spanking, liked choking her with my dick or smacking her in the face when she was bad.”
“She got obsessed though, I remember.”
“Yeah, as we got more popular. I wasn’t really sad when I stopped returning her calls.”
“You’re lucky she hasn’t gone to the press.”
“Yeah, but we never had any pictures or videos. I wasn’t that dumb. Lately, I’ve mostly just gotten with stage crew or dancers that certainly don’t mind me taking control.”
Yoongi bit his lower lip and looked away. “It’s different for me. I mean, you have Hobi, this persona, but I ... ”
Hoseok nodded. “You have Agust D. Like hardcore hip-hop rapper image.”
“Yeah.”
Hoseok stared at him, watched as he tangled the earbuds around his fingers and then bent his nails, chewed his fingertips.
“Do you want to come and sit with me while we talk, baby?”
Yoongi glanced up at him shyly, but he nodded. After saving his work, he shuffled over to the couch. Hoseok patted the empty spot formed from where his body curled. Yoongi sat stiffly, hands in fists on his knees. Hoseok reached over and took the closest fist, uncurling his fingers and taking his hand.
“You like being pampered?”
“Yes,” Yoongi whispered.
“And degraded.”
He whined low in his throat and squirmed in his seat.
“Can you explain why?”
Yoongi shook his head. “Just ... just like it. I ...”
“It’s okay.” Hoseok pet arm. “You don’t have to have a reason for what makes you feel good. I like being in charge. I don’t know why either. I have to ask though. There were a few times when it sounded like you were in some kind of little headspace.”
Yoongi glanced down at him. “Little headspace?”
“Yeah, like ... age regression. Like a child?” Hoseok frowned. “It sounds fucked up when I say it that way.”
Yoongi shrugged. “No. No. It isn’t ever anything like that. It’s definitely a headspace, but not like I’m suddenly a kid or anything. I don’t know. I feel like explaining it like that isn’t fair to people who do feel that way.”
“Yeah. But you’re not?”
“Nope.”
“Just a pretty baby,” Hoseok cooed and kissed his hand.
Yoongi flushed. “Yeah.”
Hoseok moved closer to the back of the couch and tugged on Yoongi’s arm. “Snuggle with Daddy, yeah?”
Yoongi whined and followed the pull until his back was pressed flush to Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok wrapped one arm around his waist and settled Yoongi’s head on the bicep of the other. To really cage him close, he threw a leg over Yoongi’s hips.
“Is this okay?”
“Y-yes, D-Daddy.”
Hoseok pressed a kiss to his neck. “Can you tell me other things you like or what you want from me?”
Yoongi froze for a moment and then said, “Does that mean it’s going to happen again?”
Hoseok froze too and then huffed a warm laugh against Yoongi’s neck. “I guess I just assumed, sorry, baby. Do you want it to happen again?”
“It was scary, how ... just how fast I fell into that role. Just ... it was ... I rarely ever let myself do that, fall like that. But it was with you and I'm already comfortable with you and I trust you, so I am not really surprised either. I need that trust and love before ... it’s been a long time.”
Hoseok hummed against his neck. “We can definitely do it again, but we need firmer parameters.”
“Fuck your Namjoon vocabuarly.”
Hoseok laughed. “So back to kinks. Degradation, praise, you don’t mind topping obviously.”
“I haven’t topped in so long.”
“No wonder you came so fast.” Hoseok felt the heat of Yoongi’s blush on his neck.
“I like being called pretty or ... cute ... I like pain. I love it when it hurts. Overstimulation or edging. Oh my god, I love being edged so much. And gagging and choking and ... Oh my god.”
Yoongi lifted his hands to his face and whined.
“Can’t do all of that all at once, but it gives me things to work with. Come play? Come eating?”
“Yes, yes. All over my face, all over my body. Haven’t ... want to be marked, pissed on, I mean, I haven’t ever done that before, but I want ... I want to be just ... owned.” The whine in his voice had Hoseok’s dick hard as a rock.
“Want to wear a collar baby, follow Daddy around on a leash?”
“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy.”
“Hmm, I’ll think about it.” Hoseok snaked his hand under Yoongi’s sweater. His sweater. Yoongi’s stomach jerked inwards and then he sighed, letting his belly rest against Hoseok’s hand.
“Do you have a safeword, baby?”
“Aerobics.”
Hoseok laughed. “Of course that’s your safeword. Is there anything you don’t want me to do?”
"Don't stop if I say stop. I've never been so far gone that I can't remember my safeword. But I... I like being forced. I like not having control and begging to stop is part of that."
"Especially if I'm edging you?"
Yoongi cut off a whimper, cheeks flushing a deeper pink. "Yes."
"What else?"
Yoongi stayed silent for a little while. “No ... no blood, I guess. No ... not prep, like ... like you did. I always need prep. I can’t just take it. I’m physically too small down ... down there.”
“Well, that means you're going to ruin sex with anyone else for me, huh?”
“Shuddup, Daddy.”
Hoseok kissed his neck again. “And with how much you love edging, I wouldn’t want to skip driving you crazy with my mouth and fingers. What else?”
“I don’t like bondage. I don’t like ... I like holding still and being forced to hold still with words or your hands, but not ... r-rope or handcuffs or anything. Or blindfolds. I panic if I can’t move or see.”
“But I can step on your neck and hold you in place while I tease your loose hole with my fingers?”
“Oh god, yes.”
“Good. Spanking?”
“Yes, yes, fuck yes, please.”
“What else do you want?”
“Af-aftercare?”
“That’s a given. Any asshole that doesn’t give aftercare is just abusive. What do you want with aftercare?”
“Everything from yesterday. Snuggles, kisses, let me sleep with you, I can’t ... I get clingy and it’s hard to pull away from the baby mentality, so I need a long time to recover. There was one time when I was still all wobbly almost six hours later, but that was because he just left me and it took a long time to come out of it on my own.”
Hoseok let his hand trail along the top of the sweats. “One more important question. Do we tell the others?”
“Yes. We can’t ... we can’t keep it a secret. What if they walk in on it or I’m still in baby-mode?”
“Okay, but let’s tell them after we know it’s going to be more than twice.”
“You mean once?”
Hoseok slipped his hand into Yoongi’s sweatpants. No underwear. God. “No. Twice. I want you right now, baby. We don’t have dance practice until two. Sound okay?”
“Oh please, Daddy.”
“Okay, so why don’t you go turn on some music you like, get naked and show me how you present yourself to your Daddy?”
"Can we listen to Hope World?"
Hoseok smiled. “We can listen to whatever you want, baby.”
Yoongi smiled widely and climbed off the couch.
Hoseok tapped his butt. “Cute, cute, cute.”
Yoongi shuffled to the computer and started the music. And then he stood there, half facing Hoseok, tugging on the bottom of the hoody.
“Naked, baby, remember?”
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