Let Me Sit On It 2/2
This is part 2 of the fic Let Me Sit On It.
Yoongi flinched, but nodded and pulled the hoody off first and then pushed the sweats off his hips. He folded the hoody and set it gently on the ground. And then he kneeled on it. Hoseok sucked in a harsh breath. The scratches on his ribs stood out against his pale skin.
Yoongi kept his knees together, but slid his feet apart. He tugged at his dick to make sure it and his balls weren’t smashed between his thighs, and then he gripped his own ankles, leaning back and tilted his head, looking up at the ceiling. His throat bobbed with a heavy swallow. His chest heaved. There was already precome glistening on his dick.
“Wow, baby, you look so good like that,” Hoseok said and climbed off the couch. “Why do you like this position?”
Yoongi swallowed roughly again. “Present, to Daddy. Daddy can decide what to do first.”
“I will agree with that partially. But if I want at your ass first then you have to move.”
“Whatever Daddy wants.”
Hoseok shivered. “Not always, baby. I want to give you everything you want, too.”
Yoongi whined, mouth open. He licked his lips.
Hoseok moved right next to him and traced his open mouth with a fingertip. “Your dick is already leaking.”
“Horny, Daddy.”
Hoseok laughed. “Yeah, me too. I like this position because I can take what I want from you without any restrictions.” He dragged a finger down Yoongi’s neck, over his collarbones, down his sternum, all the way to his dick. “Do you like being tickled, baby? With a soft scarf or a feather?”
Yoongi squirmed. “I ... I don’t know. I haven’t ... I’ve never ...”
“I think I’d like to try that. See how long before you’re begging me to touch you properly.”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes.”
Hoseok suddenly pinched the tip of Yoongi’s dick, making him cry out in pain. God, he sounded beautiful. Yoongi’s dick wasn’t small, comparatively speaking. It’s not like he had Taehyung’s snake, and it had definitely felt amazing fucking into Hoseok last night, but ... degradation.
“Such a weak thing,” Hoseok said. “Barely hard and no where near thick enough to satisfy anyone. You like cockrings, baby?” Hoseok curled his fingers around the base of Yoongi’s dick.
Yoongi whined, breaths high and tight, and he shook his head. “No, no, baby good. Baby doesn’t need one.”
“That didn’t answer the question.” Hoseok flicked his balls and Yoongi cried out again. “Do you like them?”
Yoongi shifted in his position, biting his lip. Eventually he nodded. “Like it when Daddy tells me I can’t come.”
“A good baby already knows that, that they can only come when Daddy says.”
“Yes, Daddy. I know. I good baby.”
“Such a good boy,” Hoseok said and leaned over his mouth. He pretended to go for a kiss and Yoongi tried to arch into it. Instead, Hoseok let spit dribble from his mouth to Yoongi’s cheek. He used his fingers to spread it around and then dipped his fingers into Yoongi’s mouth. He spread all five of them, keeping Yoongi’s mouth open and then spit right into his mouth.
Yoongi choked on it because he tried to make a noise at the same time.
Hoseok chuckled and dipped his fingers into Yoongi’s mouth to play with his spit and tongue.
“Daddy is going to make you messy.”
Yoongi nodded. “Yes, yes, please Daddy.”
Hoseok stood up straight and stepped right overYoongi with his legs straddling him, forcing his head back and his body to arch. It put Yoongi’s face right up against his crotch and he gripped Yoongi’s hair with one hand and the other directed his ball sac right into Yoongi’s mouth.
“Suck, baby.”
Yoongi moaned, mouth closing around his balls and sucked.
“Get them all wet, I want them dripping with your spit, baby.”
Hoseok fought back the urge to squeeze his thighs as Yoongi played with his balls. It felt so good. He loved testical play and never really met anyone who didn’t ignore them during sex. He couldn’t see much of Yoongi’s face like this, just his forehead and his eyebrows, but he could feel and he took his other hand, the one not still gripped in Yoongi’s hair, and slid it over Yoongi’s face. He plugged Yoongi’s nose.
Yoongi jerked in surprise, pulling away from his balls to take a heavy breath.
“That isn’t being good, baby. Keep them in your mouth. You aren’t done yet.”
“Y...Y-yes, D-Daddy.” Yoongi put his balls back in his mouth and licked at them. Hoseok kept his nose plugged and counted to thirty before letting it go. As soon as Yoongi took a deep breath, Hoseok did it again. And then again. When his own dick pulsed precome from the tip and he started rolling his hips, sliding his slick balls on Yoongi’s lips, Hoseok pulled away. He wondered if he could come like that, just riding his balls against Yoongi’s face.
Yoongi’s face glistened with spit, his cheeks red. His mouth was open, sucking in heavy breaths. And like the good boy he was, he was still in position with his hands gripping his ankles.
“Good boy,” Hoseok said and let Yoongi suck on his fingers. “You made Daddy feel really good.” He held his dick down and slid the tip of it against Yoongi’s lips. “Taste that, baby. Make Daddy leak.”
Yoongi moaned and tried to suck on his dick, but Hoseok didn't let him, dragging the head over his lips.
“You want Daddy to mark you, baby, huh?”
Yoongi nodded.
“We can’t do this here, but tell me, baby. If I had you just like this, in this position with your knees on the hard bathroom tile, what would you want right now?”
Yoongi gasped, hips thrusting up and he whimpered. “W-want ... w-want.”
“Come on baby. Be good. Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Mark me, make ... make me ... be yours. Claim me.”
“And how would I do that?”
Yoongi whined again, obviously not wanting to say it.
“Baby,” Hoseok said, lowering his voice. “It is a simple question and Daddy wants an answer. Don’t make Daddy mad.”
Yoongi’s eyes shot open and he yell, “Piss! Want ... want you to piss on me!”
“All over your face?”
“Yes!”
“On your pretty pale chest?”
“Yes! Please, Daddy.”
“And your dick?”
“Please, please.”
Hoseok laughed. “Not here, baby. But maybe soon. Now. Hands and knees. Daddy wants to play with your cute butt.”
Yoongi shook as he fell forward. “Daddy, I ... I ...”
“What baby?”
“I ... cleaned, this morning. Before. I came ... I ...”
“Really? Baby, did you give yourself an enema?”
Yoongi nodded frantically. “I ... I was going to play with myself.”
“Don’t do that anymore, play with yourself, I mean. Daddy will do it whenever you want it.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Now,” Hoseok settled on his knees next to Yoongi and rubbed his hand over Yoongi’s butt. “You let go of my balls earlier so you get just a couple spankings, okay?”
“Sorry, Daddy. Baby sorry.”
“I know, but I still need to do this so you can learn to be good.”
Hoseok spanked Yoongi, once just at the curve of his asscheek. Yoongi cried out, body jerking forward from the force. Hoseok rubbed the sore skin and then spanked him again, and then again.
“Just one more for this, baby,” Hoseok said and spanked the other cheek. His skin burned a soft shade of pink.
“Baby be better, Daddy. I be better.”
“You will be. Now, head down.” Hoseok pushed his head to the floor. “Grip your ankles again and really get your ass in the air so I can eat you out.”
Yoongi moaned low and lowered his head. He stretched his arms in front of him for a moment before reaching back to grip his ankles. His cheek pressed against the thin carpet. Hoseok knew he should put something underneath it, but decided he’d rather like to see a light rug mark there.
With a grin, Hoseok stood up. He walked around Yoongi, making general comments about how pretty his baby was, just to see his skin flush red.
“Gonna destroy you, baby. Gonna tear you up and make you cry.”
“No, Daddy. Be nice. Baby good. Be nice.”
Hoseok laughed and very gently settled his foot on the back of Yoongi’s neck.”Did you tell Daddy no?”
Yoongi’s back arched with a heavy breath. “N ... no.”
“No? You didn’t just tell Daddy no? You didn’t say that Daddy can’t do what he wants with you? How are you a good baby when you tell Daddy no? You’re worthless to me if you--”
Yoongi cried, just burst into tears and said, “Sorry. Daddy do what he wants. I’m Daddy’s baby, please don’t please ... please. Need Daddy.”
“Don’t interrupt me.” He pressed harder with his foot and Yoongi whined. Hoseok held his breath and spanked Yoongi again. “Are you sorry?”
“Yes,” Yoongi gasped. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Hoseok settled his hand on the top of Yoongi’s butt and let his middle finger press between his cheeks.“Shouldn’t have expected anything less than you to misbehave. Can Daddy play with you now? Will you be good?”
“Yes. Baby good. Baby good.” He squirmed in the position, tightening up against the press of Hoseok’s foot.
Hoseok patted his bum with a satisfied hum. He moved behind him and settled on his knees.
God, Yoongi's ass was so cute. He was so skinny, small waist, thin thighs, knobby spine, but his butt was plump. Cute little bubble butt. Each globe fit in Hoseok's hands, fingers spread over the warm skin. Squeezing, he said, "Baby’s cute little butt. So pretty." He spread his cheeks open harshly pulling a small whimper from Yoongi. He sighed in feigned disappointment even as his mouth watered. He was tiny, like he said. His pink little hole was clamped shut, like nothing had ever been inside it. But he knew what baby needed.
“I thought you said you were small, that your body needed prep? Baby, your asshole is so loose, I don't even want my dick inside it."
What an utter filthy lie.
Hoseok spit right onto his hole and used the head of his dick to spread out around.
"Daddy... Daddy don't put it in don't..."
Hoseok spanked him. "You hush. Aren't you listening to me? I don't even want my dick in this sloppy loose cunt. All you're going to get is my fingers."
Yoongi took a steadying breath. He really thought that Hoseok was just going to fuck him, after their talk? That just meant that someone had ignored what he wanted in the past.
"Don't worry, baby. Daddy remembers about how you want prep. I will use my fingers even if I don't think your body needs it. Your asshole is so loose and already gaping and worthless. Who else was here before me, huh? How many of the others were here and fucked you open?"
"Nononono just Daddy. Just Daddy."
"I don't believe that at all, you worthless whore. Now shut up and let Daddy do what Daddy does best."
Hoseok lowered his head, tongue out and licked right up Yoongi's cleft. Yoongi cried out lifting his head.
“No,” Hoseok said and pushed him down by the neck. “When I am eating you, head down ass up.”
Yoongi whimpered.
Hoseok licked him again, just once and shut his eyes in pure bliss. He was so tight and he tasted so good.
"Baby," he couldn't help but moan, the sound and his lips pressed against his tight hole. He licked again, and then again, small wet movements of his tongue right against his hole. Yoongi stayed impossibly clenched, the whorled rim barely opening under his quick ministrations. Yoongi’s breath came out in short pants.
"Are you feeling good, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy, yes."
"Tell Daddy what feels good."
“T-t-tongue. Daddy's tongue on ... on my useless hole.”
Hoseok moaned, mouth opening. He closed his mouth around his entrance and s u ck e d.
Yoongi yowled. He tried to pull away and Hoseok wrapped his arm under and around his thighs to hold him in place. He growled in warning.
Yoongi shook in his hold, his whimpers growing louder in the room.
Hoseok licked and licked and licked. Each swipe of his tongue had Yoongi's entrance tightening and then relaxing. He added more pressure with each lick until the top of his tongue slipped just slightly into Yoongi's body. With anyone else, he'd already be three fingers deep, ready to fuck into them. But his baby liked being edged. His baby really really liked being eaten out.
Hoseok released his legs, gripped his perky butt again, and pressed his thumbs to either side of his entrance. He spread him open way beyond what was comfortable and was rewarded with a soft cry of, "Stop, Daddy. That hurts."
Hoseok chuckled and squeezed tighter until his knuckles were white and the skin of his cleft burned pink.
Yoongi whimpered. "Daddy, Daddy, it hurts!"
Hoseok leaned down and stabbed his tongue into Yoongi's hole. The muscles clenched down on him so hard that it was almost painful. He tightened his grip on Yoongi's ass for just another long moment, and then softened the touch. Yoongi whimpered in relief. Hoseok massaged his cheeks gently, bruises already forming from his fingers.
"You taste good, baby," Hoseok said and licked into him again, adding more pressure at his hole. He concentrated there, lapping at him over and over before trying to dig for more. He wanted more noises before he started using fingers, so he wrapped his mouth around Yoongi's entrance again and sucked hard. He popped off with a noise and Yoongi whined. Hoseok did it again and then again. His baby was moving, just small jerks of his arm and his legs shook.
"Are you touching yourself right now, baby?"
The movements stopped. "N-n-no, Daddy."
"Oh, you lying whore. You are!" Hoseok spanked him, quick and painful on his bruised skin. "You little sneak. Don't you trust Daddy to make you feel good?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"But you don't because you were jerking yourself off. Didn't I tell you not to come? You are not allowed to come." He emphasized that last order with firm spanks on his pretty bottom. "Get your hand back on your ankle, bitch."
"Sorry, sorry, Daddy. Baby sorry, stop hurts, sorry, sorry. Baby so sorry--"
And then Yoongi came, his back bowed toward the floor, his butt twitched and he yelled, started to fall and Hoseok grabbed his hips, keeping him up while he shook through his orgasm.
Yoongi was crying. Deep heaving sobs.
Hoseok decided Yoongi definitely needed a break.
He gathered Yoongi up in his arms. Let him press his wet, hot face into his chest. He murmured sweet words to him, rubbing his back and ass while keeping one arm securely around his waist. As Yoongi's cries subsided into little sniffles, Hoseok let his fingers slide down to his cleft. He settled a fingertip right against his tight body.
"I'm sorry."
The whisper was soft, broken, half-Yoongi, half-baby.
Hoseok pressed a kiss to his head, pressed his fingers a bit firmer against his rim. "It's ok. It's not okay that you touched yourself when I told you not to, but it is okay that you need a break. Do you want to stop?"
Yoongi lifted his head in panic. “No, Daddy, no. Daddy needs to come.”
“I will come when I want to. Daddy’s first job is to take care of his baby. Do you want some water?”
Yoongi bit his lower lip and then nodded.
Hoseok led him to the couch, pressed kisses and soft whispers into his skin while he bundled him up with the hoody as a blanket. He cooed at the cute smiles and happy noises Yoongi made. He was loathe to leave him but he wanted some water too. He grabbed one water bottle from Yoongi's small fridge, drank a few swallows then brought it to Yoongi. He lifted a hand for it and Hoseok said no and batted his hand away. He pressed the bottle against his lips and poured. Yoongi whined when he took it away.
“Aish, hush,” Hoseok said but gave him more.
When the water bottle was empty, Hoseok pulled Yoongi back into his lap for more cuddles. Yoongi slid his hand around Hoseok's hip and pet the sensitive skin on his inner thigh. Hoseok's dick twitched and hardened.
“Sorry for coming, Daddy. Your tongue felt so good.”
“That's the point, baby. Do you want more?”
Yoongi hummed. “Want Daddy to fuck me.”
“Oh god, okay, baby, but I definitely need lube for that.”
Hoseok pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Get back in position, baby.”
“Head down ass up?”
Hoseok laughed. “Good boy. You can pick the couch or the floor.” Hoseok stood up and went to the desk to get lube.
"Hoseok?"
Hoseok smiled over at Yoongi. He was already in position on the couch, his face turned toward him. His visible cheek was red and Hoseok wasn’t sure if it was from his emotions, his pleasure, or from the rug rubbing against his soft skin.
"Yeah, hyung?"
Yoongi smiled, eyes shutting. "Thank you."
"Any time." He waggled his eyebrows and Yoongi chuckled. "God, hyung you're gorgeous."
Yoongi's skin flushed even pinker.
"Let's see how long it takes you to be ready for Daddy's dick."
"Yes, please."
“If you come again without permission, Daddy is going to paddle your ass purple and you won't be able to touch me while I make myself come."
“I won't, Daddy. I'll be good this time."
Hoseok kneeled behind Yoongi, running his hands over the bubble curves of his butt. There were long red marks that he hoped turned to bruises before the end of this session. God, his hole was quivering. Hoseok leaned down and lapped at it softly.
“Feels so nice, Daddy,” he said with a moan.
“Tastes so nice, baby,” Hoseok replied and used his thumbs again to stretch him open. This time, the whirled skin did stretch a little. He slowly licked, adding pressure until the rim was clamping around his tongue with each lick.
“Fingers, Daddy. Wanna feel your fingers.”
Hoseok chucked against his entrance. He kept licking. He kept one hand gripped tightly in his ass and the other he moved to his inner thighs. He tickled the soft skin before cradling his tight sac in his hand and pulling gently.
“Oh, Daddy. O-o-oh, Daddy. I-I like that.”
“I'm glad, baby.” He tickled higher, each curve of his ass and then up his cleft. The soft touches definitely helped him relax. Hoseok was able to get his tongue further inside.
He slid his fingertip along the spit-slick skin before dipping it into his body. Yoongi clamped down with a whimper.
Hoseok moaned. “You like that too, don't you, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes. More please.”
Hoseok laughed but did as he was begged. He traded finger and tongue back and forth, dipping in so shallow, so slowly. Each press had Yoongi's breath hitching and his back rolling.
When Hoseok was able to pump one finger into him up to the first knuckle, he pulled his mouth away.
“No, Daddy, no. Keep going.”
“I need lube, baby. For my fingers.”
“Feels sooo good.”
Hoseok squirted lube on his fingers, and then some right on his cleft. Yoongi jolted with a quick gasp.
"Daddy."
The quiver in his voice had Hoesok pausing with just his fingertips on his rim. He rubbed back and forth. "What, baby?"
“Don't want it to hurt.”
And Hoseok was conflicted because Yoongi said he liked pain. “Did it hurt last night when I pushed my fingers into you?”
“Yes, yes. Don't want that.”
“Hmm. But your ass is so loose. I could shove my fist into you right now and you'd barely feel it.”
Yoongi whined. “No, Daddy I'm-I'm-I'm too tight. Too small.”
Hoseok swallowed roughly. “Hush.” He smacked Yoongi's ass. “This isn't just to prep you. This is for me too, and I promised to destroy you."
Hoseok slid one lubed finger all the way inside him. God, he was tight. Hoseok moaned with Yoongi. He pulled the finger out and rubbed it against his rim again. As soon as he was able to, Yoongi's entrance had tightened right back up. Hoseok growled and did it again, but kept the finger inside him all the way. He splayed his fingers out and dug his nails into Yoongi’s ass cheeks.
“Hurts, Daddy.”
Hoseok hummed. "Good." He kept his grip and just moved his finger, in and out until he had to apply more lube. When he pulled away, Yoongi’s hole pulsed open and closed with his deep breaths.
"Gaping open and filthy," Hoseok said and pressed the lube bottle right into his entrance and squeezed. He pressed two fingers into him, pulling a cry of pain from Yoongi. It was wet and tight, and slurping with the most delicious noises.
“I’m so hard for Daddy, so hard. Let me touch myself.”
“No.” Hoseok spanked him with his other hand.
“Please. Please.”
“No,” Hoseok said louder and spanked him again. “You're supposed to be good, baby. This is not good.”
Yoongi cried. His face was flush against the couch, letting Hoseok see the moment tears started falling across his cheeks.
Hoseok continued playing with two fingers. One then two, teasing with a third. He played until he had to switch hands, until his wrist was aching. He twisted his fingers, dipped them in shallowly and then all the way in. With two fingers pressed against his prostate, Hoseok leaned down and started sucking hickeys and bites into the plump curves of his ass and down the back of his pale thighs.
Yoongi didn't stop crying. Didn't stop begging to come.
He squeezed both asscheeks, pressing them together and rubbed his hard dick right between them. Yoongi howled. It felt so fucking good, and Hoseok had to pull back before he came all over his ass and back. He pressed the head of his dick against Yoongi entrance. It was still too tight, but Hoseok teased both of them.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, please! Need to come, please! Daddy, fuck me!”
“You cannot come, baby.”
“But... Daddy, please.”
“No, baby.” Hoseok spanked him. He teased with the head of his dick a little longer and then went back inside with his fingers. He wasn't soft or gentle, not anymore. He pounded his fingers into him, hard and fast until his entrance stayed open, wet and ready, before squeezing shut again. Close. Almost good enough.
Four fingers deep, and then five, and Hoseok wanted more. He spread Yoongi open and put his mouth back to him. He didn't care about the lube, just licked back into him with a firm grip on his ass. He sucked on his swolled rim, rolled his tongue around and between the fingers he thrust back inside him.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Coming, going to come. Stop, stop, stop, Daddy, stop!"
Hoseok did not stop. He sucked and used his teeth, fingers and tongue until Yoongi's rim was swollen and red, until he could press kisses to it like he could his mouth and the way he clenched and gaped open was almost like his ass was kissing him back.
"Daddy, baby sorry, baby.. oh Daddy, fuck fuck--"
And Hoseok pulled away, pulled everything away. Stopped touching him completely.
Yoongi screamed, body twisting and shaking on the edge of an orgasm he was denied. "Daddy, Daddy, not fair Daddy!"
Hoseok laughed and ran his hands over the mottled skin of his ass.
Yoongi's chest was heaving, deep angry breaths and he was crying.
"Oh really, not fair? I only stopped to finally fuck you. Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”
"Oh yes yes yes!"
"I don't know if I will now since you seem so upset that I stopped.”
"No. Please. I be good. I be a good boy!" He reached behind himself and spread his ass open. "Fuck good boy. Me! Fuck baby!"
Licking his lips, Hoseok slipped a finger over his swollen rim. "You were about to come."
"But I didn't! I good!"
"Fine fine, but I want to see your face. Turn over." He spanked Yoongi's hip.
Yoongi fell to his front and then struggled a little to move. Hoseok gripped his waist. God, had it always been so slim?
When Yoongi was on his back, Hoseok leaned over him, hands by his head. His chest was still heaving with deep breaths. He was panting, tongue out and his eyes blown wide. His skin was sweaty and pink.
"Hi," Hoseok whispered.
Yoongi cheeks flushed and he shut his eyes with a whine. "Hi."
"Need a break?"
Yoongi shook his head. "Wanna get fucked b-by Daddy's big dick."
Hoseok moaned but gave him a soft smack to his cheek. "Dirty mouth, baby." But it was so full of adoration that it only made Yoongi smile wider. "Grab your knees, spread yourself open for Daddy's dick."
Yoongi's hands were shaking as he obeyed. His legs fell open, toes clenching in the air. His cock was burning pink, the head an angry red.
Hoseok stroked him.
"Daddy, don't. Imma come."
"Bad baby."
"Feels good."
Hoseok pinched the top hard and twisted his balls with the other hand.
Yoongi screamed, legs jerking to close.
“Still feel good.”
“N-no. No. Hurts. Daddy, stop that hurt.”
Hoseok stopped and then flicked his ball hard. Yoongi screamed and his balls tightened up, his dick pulsing precome all over him. Hoseok did it again to the other testical. And then put his hand flat on his balls and dick, and ground down.
“Daddy, fuck ... Daddy, stop. That hurt. Hurt!”
Hoseok pulled Yoongi’s dick back with a firm grip on his balls and then slapped it. It bounced back and forth. Yoongi yowled and tried to close his legs again. Hoseok wedged his way between them and placed his hands on either side of Yoongi’s dick, pressing into the sensitive skin on either side.
“Watch me, baby.”
Yoongi’s eyes opened. Tears clung to his lashes and fell. But he kept them open.
Hoseok let a glob of spit drip from his mouth right to Yoongi’s tip. It slid down his angry shaft. He added more and then slid a finger to follow it down, over his reddened balls and to his hole. He spit right on his stretched rim.
"Dirty whore. Feels like I could shove my fist inside your loose, worthless cunt and still have space for my dick."
Yoongi pouted. "Not.... worthless. Tight for Daddy."
Hoseok slipped two fingers past his swollen rim. He swallowed at how tightly Yoongi clenched around them, even after spending so much time one prep. He was pretty sure that Hope World was on its third play-through.
"Doesn't feel tight. Come on, baby. Tighten up. Show me it'll be worth it to fuck you."
And Yoongi clenched.
Hoseok moaned. "Oh god, baby." He pulled his fingers free, the swollen rim clung to them, and then tightened shut. Yoongi's next breath had him gaping open and them closing back up, again and again.
“Fuck,” Hoseok growled. He barely remembered to squeeze more lube into him. He gripped Yoongi's dick with one hand and held his own against Yoongi's body with the other. He tried to tease, had planned to tease, but the clench on his dick was too good. He slipped into him, a few inches, pulled back and watched as he gaped open and shut. And did it again, and then again until he was pressed flush against Yoongi's slim hips. Full in and out thrusts that had him clinging to Yoongi’s rim before sliding back in deep.
Yoongi cried, the noises and his begging were muddled through the pleasure.
"God, hyung," Hoseok moaned.
“Daddy, hurts. Daddy, it hurts.”
Hoseok really tried to care. He shifted his hips as he pressed in the last few centimeters, pushed, forced, thrust. Completely buried. Yoongi had been right. He was small. He felt like he was way beyond what he was used to when he was inside someone, like he was in Yoongi’s fucking stomach. He leaned back, trying to control himself with deep breaths.
“Fuck it,” he growled and stated moving. He pumped Yoongi's dick to the same slow rolls of his hips.
"So loose... so... fuck. Can’t even feel ... fuck, tight."
And Yoongi smirked at him. Cocky little tilt of his lips that was all Agust D and very little baby. It didn't last long. Yoongi shut his eyes with a whine. His dick throbbed in Hoseok's grip, splattering clear precome all over his stomach.
"No,” Hoseok growled and gripped the base tightly. "Not yet, my little come whore."
“So close, Daddy. Baby so close.”
So was Hoseok. He had no idea how he hadn't come already. As soon as he released Yoongi's dick, it pulsed again, and he clamped down so tightly around Hoseok that he thought his dick was going to snap off.
“Baby, baby, baby, my baby feels so good.”
“Daddy, Daddy, come going to -”
Hoseok gripped him again with a growl and a sharp slap to his chest. “No. Not yet.”
Yoongi cried out and squirmed, tried to roll his hips to meet Hoseok's thrusts.
“Hold still, fuck hold still.”
Yeah it didn't matter. Hoseok was going to come and he was going to come hard. He pressed his hands to Yoongi's chest, shifted up and pounded into Yoongi to chase his release.
Yoongi released his knees and clawed at Hoseok instead, flaring pain down his chest.
“Daddy-Daddy-Daddy, oh god...”
His mouth fell open and his words turned to little sharp whines. He went impossibly tight and it took all of Hoseok's self-control to keep his eyes open as Yoongi orgasmed, as his body shook and he started coming, splattering everything--his chest, his stomach, Hoseok--with come.
“Oh, baby so good,” Hoseok groaned. He stopped moving in and out, almost unable to with how tightly Yoongi's body clenched around him. He ground his hips forward in a slutty body roll. Yoongi's whimpers turned high
“Touch, Daddy, touch me.”
Hoseok grabbed his dick, pumping fast and tight.
Yoongi's entire body shook and he let loose the loudest cry of the day as he came again almost as harsh as the first time. He added shots of come all the way up to his chest.
Hoseok lost it. He grabbed Yoongi’s knees, bent him almost in half and pounded into him, watching in lust-filled awe as he fucked into him, his red rim clung to his dick, the lube splurted from him in wet dirty noises. He lost all coherency when he came, that first blinding flash of his orgasm and he growled, grinding his hips into Yoongi as he started to come.
“God, baby so good, so good, so ...”
Hoseok pulled out, gripped his dick and stroked himself, covering Yoongi’s gaping hole with his come. He felt like he was coming forever, felt like he was going to turn Yoongi’s entire ass white and sticky. He thrust back into him to chase the last few blinding pulses of pleasure.
“Good. So good. My baby is so good.”
Hoseok rubbed Yoongi’s body, spreading all that come over his skin.
“Not ... not worthless, Daddy?”
Hoseok fell over him, cupped his jaw with a dirty hand and kissed him, hard and deep. “No, baby. No. Not worthless. Messy, dirty and filthy. But not worthless.”
Yoongi smiled. “Happy... happy, Daddy.”
Hoseok continued to kiss him, coming down from his high and realizing he had just gotten all that come in Yoongi’s hair while gripping into it to kiss him.
“Fuck.”
His dick was still throbbing inside Yoongi. And Yoongi was still twitching.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Hoseok said. “Such a good boy. So good for Daddy. Pretty baby. Pretty, my pretty baby.”
Yoongi lifted shaking hands to his back and clung to him. Hoseok gathered him close, let him wrap arms and legs around his waist and kissed his neck and collarbones. And licked up the come that was there. He kept murmuring praises against his sweaty skin, and kept rolling his hips, his dick still encased inside Yoongi’s tight body.
Yoongi was crying.
“Hush, baby, hush. You’re so good. So good for Daddy. So, so so good.” His dick throbbed.
"Baby good?" Yoongi whispered.
"Yes, baby was so good. Is so good. My lovely baby."
Yoongi's cries tapered to whimpers and then soft slow breaths. Hoseok eventually pulled out of him even though he could see himself buried in Yoongi for the rest of their lives, and wasn’t that scary and completely fueled by great sex... He hoped. Maybe.
Yoongi huffed when Hoseok sat back on his knees. He kept his hands touching him, any part of him.
"God," Hoseok said, spreading Yoongi open to stare at his whorled opening. It wasn't pink and tight anymore, but red and swollen and glistening with come and lube. Unable to help himself, Hoseok dipped two fingers back inside him.
Yoongi whimpered.
“Hurt?”
“A little, Daddy.”
“Do you want to taste how good you made Daddy feel?” He held up his fingers dripping with come.
Yoongi moaned and opened his mouth. Hoseok trailed then over his lips, painting them white before dipping back into his body for more.
"Wanted to come all over your face."
"Next time."
Smiling, he let Yoongi suck them clean. "Next time I'm going to fuck your throat so hard that you'll come without me even touching your dick. I'll come all over your petty face and then clean you of with my piss." He shoved his fingers down into his throat. Yoongi choked on them before Hoseok went back to his ass for one more scoop of dirty come.
"Please, please. Tastes good. Tastes... Tastes so dirty.”
Hoseok moaned and kissed him, kissed the musty lube come spit sweat taste right from his mouth.
"Filthy." Hoseok smirked. “We are filthy."
Yoongi shut his eyes with a sigh. "Yeah. You owe me a new couch."
Hoseok laughed. "We need a shower. There's come in your hair."
"Fuck, there are so many people in the building right now."
"Good thing we are wearing hoodys. Do you want to shower here or go back to the dorms?"
Yoongi frowned. "We have to shower separately here."
"And the others will definitely be at the dorms."
“Dorms," Yoongi finally decided. "Wanna shower with Daddy."
Hoseok cooed at him. “Okay baby.” He cleaned the worst of it of their skin with wipes and then helped Yoongi dress.
Yoongi swayed on his feet, smiling at the little touches Hoseok left on his skin, making litt happy noises with every kiss to his cheek or nose or forehead.
“Good baby. Such a good baby.”
He kept his arm thrown around Yoongi's shoulder as they left, Yoongi tucked into his side. They saw quite a few people but luckily no one they had to stop and talk to out of deference or because of work.
Their driver lifted an eyebrow at their ruffled state but didn’t comment and Hoseok realized they were wearing opposite sweaters. Oops.
At the dorm, there were some of the normal sounds of a moment of free time: music from Namjoon’s room, shouts from VMin playing video games, someone in the kitchen, either Seokjin or Jungkook eating.
Well, Jungkook because they ran into Seokjin in the hallway.
He smiled, and then smirked. "What the fuck is this?"
Yoongi grumbled and hid his face in Hoseok's shoulder.
"Aftercare, hyung," Hoseok said and pushed past him into one of the bathrooms.
Seokjin cackled behind then and then shouted, "Yoongi and Hoseok are fucking!"
Hoseok made sure to lock the door. "Shower or bath, baby?"
Yoongi looked nervous, shooting glances at the door and the louder shouts coming from their bandmates. Hoseok cupped his cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Deal with that later. Shower or bath?"
"Shower."
Hoseok nodded and went to start the shower. Yoongi undressed behind him and waited until Hoseok helped him climb in.
Hoseok had a sudden thought and said, "Baby, I ... question."
Yoongi hummed to show he was listening.
"You wanna try it?"
He opened an eye, watched as Hoseok took his soft dick in his hand. He wondered if Yoongi would understand without Hoseok actually asking.
Yoongi sank to his knees.
Hoseok inhaled sharply. "Say it, baby. Tell Daddy what you want."
Yoongi bit his lip and then stammered. "Mark me. Piss. Piss on me, Daddy. Claim me. "
Hoseok stepped a little closer, held his breath in that moment before, and pissed. The first stream caught Yoongi on the neck and he tilted his head back with a whimper. Hoseok shook, unable to do anything but stare at how Yoongi loved this. He moved the stream down his chest and then back up, said fuck it, and finished pissing all over his face and hair.
'Daddy, Daddy. Can... can I ..." He touched himself.
Hoseok nodded. “Go ahead, baby. Go ahead.”
Yoongi stroked his dick while he pissed himself, spreading it over Hoseok's legs and all over himself. He was chubby and hard by the time he was done.
"So, did you like that?"
Yoongi looked up at him and Hoseok wasn't sure if it was piss or water that clung to his eyelashes and formed a puddle at his collarbone.
"Yes, Daddy. So warm. Felt so good. Baby belongs to Daddy now."
Hoseok smiled at him and ran his hand over his wet hair. "All mine."
They definitely had to talk, but afterward. Definitely after a long, hot shower. It was time to take care of his baby.
.....
The others are waiting for them in the living room when they are done.
Hoseok flopped onto a couch, and Yoongi followed the pull and settled into his lap.
"So how long has this been going on? And why the hell didn't you tell us?" Namjoon demanded.
"Well, we just started yesterday, so we’re telling you now," Hoseok said.
“Wait what? Yesterday?”
Hoseok shrugged. "I needed to sit on a dick and Yoongi is bisexual and was the closest to me at the time."
"Thank God," Taehyung mumbled.
“Hey!” Hoseok protested.
“Sorry. Thank God, hyung.”
There was silence and then everyone laughed.
“Ok, so yesterday sounds like a one off, but this morning?” Seokjin prompted.
Hoseok looked at Yoongi, and Yoongi shrugged.
"We ... " Yoongi shut his mouth, biting at his lips. "It's just... mutually beneficial."
"What my baby is trying to say is that we don't know yet," Hoseok said. "It's fucking amazing sex."
"Details, or it didn't happen," Jimin said.
“Pictures or it didn’t happen,” Jungkook added. They high fived.
"Oh it definitely happened," Yoongi said, almost drawled, a bit more comfortable as he settled on Hoseok’s lap. "And I can honestly say that Hoseok has better tongue technology than I do. Oh sorry, not Hoseok. Daddy."
“Holy fuck what?” Jungkook said in the silence. Seokjin was too stunned to reprimand him for his language. Jimin was laughing.
Yoongi curled up in Hoseok's lap, head tucked under his chin. "Daddy, my butt hurts. Can we take a nap?"
“Sure, baby.”
Hoseok ignored the chaos of three maknaes demanding details and smirked at the leader and Seokjin. He stood up with Yoongi in his arms and headed to his room.
“We are leaving at one-thirty!” Namjoon shouted after them.
“Just enough time for a blow job.”
“Too tired, Daddy.”
“I didn't mean for me, baby.”
“Turn on some music please!” Seokjin yelled.
“Let me watch!” Jimin demanded just as Hoseok kicked his door shut.
Hoseok settled Yoongi onto the bed. “What do you think? Turn on some music or do you want them all to hear how much Daddy cares about you?”
Yoongi moaned. "Take care of me, Daddy."
"For as long as you want."
.
Yoongi flinched, but nodded and pulled the hoody off first and then pushed the sweats off his hips. He folded the hoody and set it gently on the ground. And then he kneeled on it. Hoseok sucked in a harsh breath. The scratches on his ribs stood out against his pale skin.
Yoongi kept his knees together, but slid his feet apart. He tugged at his dick to make sure it and his balls weren’t smashed between his thighs, and then he gripped his own ankles, leaning back and tilted his head, looking up at the ceiling. His throat bobbed with a heavy swallow. His chest heaved. There was already precome glistening on his dick.
“Wow, baby, you look so good like that,” Hoseok said and climbed off the couch. “Why do you like this position?”
Yoongi swallowed roughly again. “Present, to Daddy. Daddy can decide what to do first.”
“I will agree with that partially. But if I want at your ass first then you have to move.”
“Whatever Daddy wants.”
Hoseok shivered. “Not always, baby. I want to give you everything you want, too.”
Yoongi whined, mouth open. He licked his lips.
Hoseok moved right next to him and traced his open mouth with a fingertip. “Your dick is already leaking.”
“Horny, Daddy.”
Hoseok laughed. “Yeah, me too. I like this position because I can take what I want from you without any restrictions.” He dragged a finger down Yoongi’s neck, over his collarbones, down his sternum, all the way to his dick. “Do you like being tickled, baby? With a soft scarf or a feather?”
Yoongi squirmed. “I ... I don’t know. I haven’t ... I’ve never ...”
“I think I’d like to try that. See how long before you’re begging me to touch you properly.”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes.”
Hoseok suddenly pinched the tip of Yoongi’s dick, making him cry out in pain. God, he sounded beautiful. Yoongi’s dick wasn’t small, comparatively speaking. It’s not like he had Taehyung’s snake, and it had definitely felt amazing fucking into Hoseok last night, but ... degradation.
“Such a weak thing,” Hoseok said. “Barely hard and no where near thick enough to satisfy anyone. You like cockrings, baby?” Hoseok curled his fingers around the base of Yoongi’s dick.
Yoongi whined, breaths high and tight, and he shook his head. “No, no, baby good. Baby doesn’t need one.”
“That didn’t answer the question.” Hoseok flicked his balls and Yoongi cried out again. “Do you like them?”
Yoongi shifted in his position, biting his lip. Eventually he nodded. “Like it when Daddy tells me I can’t come.”
“A good baby already knows that, that they can only come when Daddy says.”
“Yes, Daddy. I know. I good baby.”
“Such a good boy,” Hoseok said and leaned over his mouth. He pretended to go for a kiss and Yoongi tried to arch into it. Instead, Hoseok let spit dribble from his mouth to Yoongi’s cheek. He used his fingers to spread it around and then dipped his fingers into Yoongi’s mouth. He spread all five of them, keeping Yoongi’s mouth open and then spit right into his mouth.
Yoongi choked on it because he tried to make a noise at the same time.
Hoseok chuckled and dipped his fingers into Yoongi’s mouth to play with his spit and tongue.
“Daddy is going to make you messy.”
Yoongi nodded. “Yes, yes, please Daddy.”
Hoseok stood up straight and stepped right overYoongi with his legs straddling him, forcing his head back and his body to arch. It put Yoongi’s face right up against his crotch and he gripped Yoongi’s hair with one hand and the other directed his ball sac right into Yoongi’s mouth.
“Suck, baby.”
Yoongi moaned, mouth closing around his balls and sucked.
“Get them all wet, I want them dripping with your spit, baby.”
Hoseok fought back the urge to squeeze his thighs as Yoongi played with his balls. It felt so good. He loved testical play and never really met anyone who didn’t ignore them during sex. He couldn’t see much of Yoongi’s face like this, just his forehead and his eyebrows, but he could feel and he took his other hand, the one not still gripped in Yoongi’s hair, and slid it over Yoongi’s face. He plugged Yoongi’s nose.
Yoongi jerked in surprise, pulling away from his balls to take a heavy breath.
“That isn’t being good, baby. Keep them in your mouth. You aren’t done yet.”
“Y...Y-yes, D-Daddy.” Yoongi put his balls back in his mouth and licked at them. Hoseok kept his nose plugged and counted to thirty before letting it go. As soon as Yoongi took a deep breath, Hoseok did it again. And then again. When his own dick pulsed precome from the tip and he started rolling his hips, sliding his slick balls on Yoongi’s lips, Hoseok pulled away. He wondered if he could come like that, just riding his balls against Yoongi’s face.
Yoongi’s face glistened with spit, his cheeks red. His mouth was open, sucking in heavy breaths. And like the good boy he was, he was still in position with his hands gripping his ankles.
“Good boy,” Hoseok said and let Yoongi suck on his fingers. “You made Daddy feel really good.” He held his dick down and slid the tip of it against Yoongi’s lips. “Taste that, baby. Make Daddy leak.”
Yoongi moaned and tried to suck on his dick, but Hoseok didn't let him, dragging the head over his lips.
“You want Daddy to mark you, baby, huh?”
Yoongi nodded.
“We can’t do this here, but tell me, baby. If I had you just like this, in this position with your knees on the hard bathroom tile, what would you want right now?”
Yoongi gasped, hips thrusting up and he whimpered. “W-want ... w-want.”
“Come on baby. Be good. Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Mark me, make ... make me ... be yours. Claim me.”
“And how would I do that?”
Yoongi whined again, obviously not wanting to say it.
“Baby,” Hoseok said, lowering his voice. “It is a simple question and Daddy wants an answer. Don’t make Daddy mad.”
Yoongi’s eyes shot open and he yell, “Piss! Want ... want you to piss on me!”
“All over your face?”
“Yes!”
“On your pretty pale chest?”
“Yes! Please, Daddy.”
“And your dick?”
“Please, please.”
Hoseok laughed. “Not here, baby. But maybe soon. Now. Hands and knees. Daddy wants to play with your cute butt.”
Yoongi shook as he fell forward. “Daddy, I ... I ...”
“What baby?”
“I ... cleaned, this morning. Before. I came ... I ...”
“Really? Baby, did you give yourself an enema?”
Yoongi nodded frantically. “I ... I was going to play with myself.”
“Don’t do that anymore, play with yourself, I mean. Daddy will do it whenever you want it.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Now,” Hoseok settled on his knees next to Yoongi and rubbed his hand over Yoongi’s butt. “You let go of my balls earlier so you get just a couple spankings, okay?”
“Sorry, Daddy. Baby sorry.”
“I know, but I still need to do this so you can learn to be good.”
Hoseok spanked Yoongi, once just at the curve of his asscheek. Yoongi cried out, body jerking forward from the force. Hoseok rubbed the sore skin and then spanked him again, and then again.
“Just one more for this, baby,” Hoseok said and spanked the other cheek. His skin burned a soft shade of pink.
“Baby be better, Daddy. I be better.”
“You will be. Now, head down.” Hoseok pushed his head to the floor. “Grip your ankles again and really get your ass in the air so I can eat you out.”
Yoongi moaned low and lowered his head. He stretched his arms in front of him for a moment before reaching back to grip his ankles. His cheek pressed against the thin carpet. Hoseok knew he should put something underneath it, but decided he’d rather like to see a light rug mark there.
With a grin, Hoseok stood up. He walked around Yoongi, making general comments about how pretty his baby was, just to see his skin flush red.
“Gonna destroy you, baby. Gonna tear you up and make you cry.”
“No, Daddy. Be nice. Baby good. Be nice.”
Hoseok laughed and very gently settled his foot on the back of Yoongi’s neck.”Did you tell Daddy no?”
Yoongi’s back arched with a heavy breath. “N ... no.”
“No? You didn’t just tell Daddy no? You didn’t say that Daddy can’t do what he wants with you? How are you a good baby when you tell Daddy no? You’re worthless to me if you--”
Yoongi cried, just burst into tears and said, “Sorry. Daddy do what he wants. I’m Daddy’s baby, please don’t please ... please. Need Daddy.”
“Don’t interrupt me.” He pressed harder with his foot and Yoongi whined. Hoseok held his breath and spanked Yoongi again. “Are you sorry?”
“Yes,” Yoongi gasped. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Hoseok settled his hand on the top of Yoongi’s butt and let his middle finger press between his cheeks.“Shouldn’t have expected anything less than you to misbehave. Can Daddy play with you now? Will you be good?”
“Yes. Baby good. Baby good.” He squirmed in the position, tightening up against the press of Hoseok’s foot.
Hoseok patted his bum with a satisfied hum. He moved behind him and settled on his knees.
God, Yoongi's ass was so cute. He was so skinny, small waist, thin thighs, knobby spine, but his butt was plump. Cute little bubble butt. Each globe fit in Hoseok's hands, fingers spread over the warm skin. Squeezing, he said, "Baby’s cute little butt. So pretty." He spread his cheeks open harshly pulling a small whimper from Yoongi. He sighed in feigned disappointment even as his mouth watered. He was tiny, like he said. His pink little hole was clamped shut, like nothing had ever been inside it. But he knew what baby needed.
“I thought you said you were small, that your body needed prep? Baby, your asshole is so loose, I don't even want my dick inside it."
What an utter filthy lie.
Hoseok spit right onto his hole and used the head of his dick to spread out around.
"Daddy... Daddy don't put it in don't..."
Hoseok spanked him. "You hush. Aren't you listening to me? I don't even want my dick in this sloppy loose cunt. All you're going to get is my fingers."
Yoongi took a steadying breath. He really thought that Hoseok was just going to fuck him, after their talk? That just meant that someone had ignored what he wanted in the past.
"Don't worry, baby. Daddy remembers about how you want prep. I will use my fingers even if I don't think your body needs it. Your asshole is so loose and already gaping and worthless. Who else was here before me, huh? How many of the others were here and fucked you open?"
"Nononono just Daddy. Just Daddy."
"I don't believe that at all, you worthless whore. Now shut up and let Daddy do what Daddy does best."
Hoseok lowered his head, tongue out and licked right up Yoongi's cleft. Yoongi cried out lifting his head.
“No,” Hoseok said and pushed him down by the neck. “When I am eating you, head down ass up.”
Yoongi whimpered.
Hoseok licked him again, just once and shut his eyes in pure bliss. He was so tight and he tasted so good.
"Baby," he couldn't help but moan, the sound and his lips pressed against his tight hole. He licked again, and then again, small wet movements of his tongue right against his hole. Yoongi stayed impossibly clenched, the whorled rim barely opening under his quick ministrations. Yoongi’s breath came out in short pants.
"Are you feeling good, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy, yes."
"Tell Daddy what feels good."
“T-t-tongue. Daddy's tongue on ... on my useless hole.”
Hoseok moaned, mouth opening. He closed his mouth around his entrance and s u ck e d.
Yoongi yowled. He tried to pull away and Hoseok wrapped his arm under and around his thighs to hold him in place. He growled in warning.
Yoongi shook in his hold, his whimpers growing louder in the room.
Hoseok licked and licked and licked. Each swipe of his tongue had Yoongi's entrance tightening and then relaxing. He added more pressure with each lick until the top of his tongue slipped just slightly into Yoongi's body. With anyone else, he'd already be three fingers deep, ready to fuck into them. But his baby liked being edged. His baby really really liked being eaten out.
Hoseok released his legs, gripped his perky butt again, and pressed his thumbs to either side of his entrance. He spread him open way beyond what was comfortable and was rewarded with a soft cry of, "Stop, Daddy. That hurts."
Hoseok chuckled and squeezed tighter until his knuckles were white and the skin of his cleft burned pink.
Yoongi whimpered. "Daddy, Daddy, it hurts!"
Hoseok leaned down and stabbed his tongue into Yoongi's hole. The muscles clenched down on him so hard that it was almost painful. He tightened his grip on Yoongi's ass for just another long moment, and then softened the touch. Yoongi whimpered in relief. Hoseok massaged his cheeks gently, bruises already forming from his fingers.
"You taste good, baby," Hoseok said and licked into him again, adding more pressure at his hole. He concentrated there, lapping at him over and over before trying to dig for more. He wanted more noises before he started using fingers, so he wrapped his mouth around Yoongi's entrance again and sucked hard. He popped off with a noise and Yoongi whined. Hoseok did it again and then again. His baby was moving, just small jerks of his arm and his legs shook.
"Are you touching yourself right now, baby?"
The movements stopped. "N-n-no, Daddy."
"Oh, you lying whore. You are!" Hoseok spanked him, quick and painful on his bruised skin. "You little sneak. Don't you trust Daddy to make you feel good?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"But you don't because you were jerking yourself off. Didn't I tell you not to come? You are not allowed to come." He emphasized that last order with firm spanks on his pretty bottom. "Get your hand back on your ankle, bitch."
"Sorry, sorry, Daddy. Baby sorry, stop hurts, sorry, sorry. Baby so sorry--"
And then Yoongi came, his back bowed toward the floor, his butt twitched and he yelled, started to fall and Hoseok grabbed his hips, keeping him up while he shook through his orgasm.
Yoongi was crying. Deep heaving sobs.
Hoseok decided Yoongi definitely needed a break.
He gathered Yoongi up in his arms. Let him press his wet, hot face into his chest. He murmured sweet words to him, rubbing his back and ass while keeping one arm securely around his waist. As Yoongi's cries subsided into little sniffles, Hoseok let his fingers slide down to his cleft. He settled a fingertip right against his tight body.
"I'm sorry."
The whisper was soft, broken, half-Yoongi, half-baby.
Hoseok pressed a kiss to his head, pressed his fingers a bit firmer against his rim. "It's ok. It's not okay that you touched yourself when I told you not to, but it is okay that you need a break. Do you want to stop?"
Yoongi lifted his head in panic. “No, Daddy, no. Daddy needs to come.”
“I will come when I want to. Daddy’s first job is to take care of his baby. Do you want some water?”
Yoongi bit his lower lip and then nodded.
Hoseok led him to the couch, pressed kisses and soft whispers into his skin while he bundled him up with the hoody as a blanket. He cooed at the cute smiles and happy noises Yoongi made. He was loathe to leave him but he wanted some water too. He grabbed one water bottle from Yoongi's small fridge, drank a few swallows then brought it to Yoongi. He lifted a hand for it and Hoseok said no and batted his hand away. He pressed the bottle against his lips and poured. Yoongi whined when he took it away.
“Aish, hush,” Hoseok said but gave him more.
When the water bottle was empty, Hoseok pulled Yoongi back into his lap for more cuddles. Yoongi slid his hand around Hoseok's hip and pet the sensitive skin on his inner thigh. Hoseok's dick twitched and hardened.
“Sorry for coming, Daddy. Your tongue felt so good.”
“That's the point, baby. Do you want more?”
Yoongi hummed. “Want Daddy to fuck me.”
“Oh god, okay, baby, but I definitely need lube for that.”
Hoseok pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Get back in position, baby.”
“Head down ass up?”
Hoseok laughed. “Good boy. You can pick the couch or the floor.” Hoseok stood up and went to the desk to get lube.
"Hoseok?"
Hoseok smiled over at Yoongi. He was already in position on the couch, his face turned toward him. His visible cheek was red and Hoseok wasn’t sure if it was from his emotions, his pleasure, or from the rug rubbing against his soft skin.
"Yeah, hyung?"
Yoongi smiled, eyes shutting. "Thank you."
"Any time." He waggled his eyebrows and Yoongi chuckled. "God, hyung you're gorgeous."
Yoongi's skin flushed even pinker.
"Let's see how long it takes you to be ready for Daddy's dick."
"Yes, please."
“If you come again without permission, Daddy is going to paddle your ass purple and you won't be able to touch me while I make myself come."
“I won't, Daddy. I'll be good this time."
Hoseok kneeled behind Yoongi, running his hands over the bubble curves of his butt. There were long red marks that he hoped turned to bruises before the end of this session. God, his hole was quivering. Hoseok leaned down and lapped at it softly.
“Feels so nice, Daddy,” he said with a moan.
“Tastes so nice, baby,” Hoseok replied and used his thumbs again to stretch him open. This time, the whirled skin did stretch a little. He slowly licked, adding pressure until the rim was clamping around his tongue with each lick.
“Fingers, Daddy. Wanna feel your fingers.”
Hoseok chucked against his entrance. He kept licking. He kept one hand gripped tightly in his ass and the other he moved to his inner thighs. He tickled the soft skin before cradling his tight sac in his hand and pulling gently.
“Oh, Daddy. O-o-oh, Daddy. I-I like that.”
“I'm glad, baby.” He tickled higher, each curve of his ass and then up his cleft. The soft touches definitely helped him relax. Hoseok was able to get his tongue further inside.
He slid his fingertip along the spit-slick skin before dipping it into his body. Yoongi clamped down with a whimper.
Hoseok moaned. “You like that too, don't you, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes. More please.”
Hoseok laughed but did as he was begged. He traded finger and tongue back and forth, dipping in so shallow, so slowly. Each press had Yoongi's breath hitching and his back rolling.
When Hoseok was able to pump one finger into him up to the first knuckle, he pulled his mouth away.
“No, Daddy, no. Keep going.”
“I need lube, baby. For my fingers.”
“Feels sooo good.”
Hoseok squirted lube on his fingers, and then some right on his cleft. Yoongi jolted with a quick gasp.
"Daddy."
The quiver in his voice had Hoesok pausing with just his fingertips on his rim. He rubbed back and forth. "What, baby?"
“Don't want it to hurt.”
And Hoseok was conflicted because Yoongi said he liked pain. “Did it hurt last night when I pushed my fingers into you?”
“Yes, yes. Don't want that.”
“Hmm. But your ass is so loose. I could shove my fist into you right now and you'd barely feel it.”
Yoongi whined. “No, Daddy I'm-I'm-I'm too tight. Too small.”
Hoseok swallowed roughly. “Hush.” He smacked Yoongi's ass. “This isn't just to prep you. This is for me too, and I promised to destroy you."
Hoseok slid one lubed finger all the way inside him. God, he was tight. Hoseok moaned with Yoongi. He pulled the finger out and rubbed it against his rim again. As soon as he was able to, Yoongi's entrance had tightened right back up. Hoseok growled and did it again, but kept the finger inside him all the way. He splayed his fingers out and dug his nails into Yoongi’s ass cheeks.
“Hurts, Daddy.”
Hoseok hummed. "Good." He kept his grip and just moved his finger, in and out until he had to apply more lube. When he pulled away, Yoongi’s hole pulsed open and closed with his deep breaths.
"Gaping open and filthy," Hoseok said and pressed the lube bottle right into his entrance and squeezed. He pressed two fingers into him, pulling a cry of pain from Yoongi. It was wet and tight, and slurping with the most delicious noises.
“I’m so hard for Daddy, so hard. Let me touch myself.”
“No.” Hoseok spanked him with his other hand.
“Please. Please.”
“No,” Hoseok said louder and spanked him again. “You're supposed to be good, baby. This is not good.”
Yoongi cried. His face was flush against the couch, letting Hoseok see the moment tears started falling across his cheeks.
Hoseok continued playing with two fingers. One then two, teasing with a third. He played until he had to switch hands, until his wrist was aching. He twisted his fingers, dipped them in shallowly and then all the way in. With two fingers pressed against his prostate, Hoseok leaned down and started sucking hickeys and bites into the plump curves of his ass and down the back of his pale thighs.
Yoongi didn't stop crying. Didn't stop begging to come.
He squeezed both asscheeks, pressing them together and rubbed his hard dick right between them. Yoongi howled. It felt so fucking good, and Hoseok had to pull back before he came all over his ass and back. He pressed the head of his dick against Yoongi entrance. It was still too tight, but Hoseok teased both of them.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me, please! Need to come, please! Daddy, fuck me!”
“You cannot come, baby.”
“But... Daddy, please.”
“No, baby.” Hoseok spanked him. He teased with the head of his dick a little longer and then went back inside with his fingers. He wasn't soft or gentle, not anymore. He pounded his fingers into him, hard and fast until his entrance stayed open, wet and ready, before squeezing shut again. Close. Almost good enough.
Four fingers deep, and then five, and Hoseok wanted more. He spread Yoongi open and put his mouth back to him. He didn't care about the lube, just licked back into him with a firm grip on his ass. He sucked on his swolled rim, rolled his tongue around and between the fingers he thrust back inside him.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Coming, going to come. Stop, stop, stop, Daddy, stop!"
Hoseok did not stop. He sucked and used his teeth, fingers and tongue until Yoongi's rim was swollen and red, until he could press kisses to it like he could his mouth and the way he clenched and gaped open was almost like his ass was kissing him back.
"Daddy, baby sorry, baby.. oh Daddy, fuck fuck--"
And Hoseok pulled away, pulled everything away. Stopped touching him completely.
Yoongi screamed, body twisting and shaking on the edge of an orgasm he was denied. "Daddy, Daddy, not fair Daddy!"
Hoseok laughed and ran his hands over the mottled skin of his ass.
Yoongi's chest was heaving, deep angry breaths and he was crying.
"Oh really, not fair? I only stopped to finally fuck you. Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”
"Oh yes yes yes!"
"I don't know if I will now since you seem so upset that I stopped.”
"No. Please. I be good. I be a good boy!" He reached behind himself and spread his ass open. "Fuck good boy. Me! Fuck baby!"
Licking his lips, Hoseok slipped a finger over his swollen rim. "You were about to come."
"But I didn't! I good!"
"Fine fine, but I want to see your face. Turn over." He spanked Yoongi's hip.
Yoongi fell to his front and then struggled a little to move. Hoseok gripped his waist. God, had it always been so slim?
When Yoongi was on his back, Hoseok leaned over him, hands by his head. His chest was still heaving with deep breaths. He was panting, tongue out and his eyes blown wide. His skin was sweaty and pink.
"Hi," Hoseok whispered.
Yoongi cheeks flushed and he shut his eyes with a whine. "Hi."
"Need a break?"
Yoongi shook his head. "Wanna get fucked b-by Daddy's big dick."
Hoseok moaned but gave him a soft smack to his cheek. "Dirty mouth, baby." But it was so full of adoration that it only made Yoongi smile wider. "Grab your knees, spread yourself open for Daddy's dick."
Yoongi's hands were shaking as he obeyed. His legs fell open, toes clenching in the air. His cock was burning pink, the head an angry red.
Hoseok stroked him.
"Daddy, don't. Imma come."
"Bad baby."
"Feels good."
Hoseok pinched the top hard and twisted his balls with the other hand.
Yoongi screamed, legs jerking to close.
“Still feel good.”
“N-no. No. Hurts. Daddy, stop that hurt.”
Hoseok stopped and then flicked his ball hard. Yoongi screamed and his balls tightened up, his dick pulsing precome all over him. Hoseok did it again to the other testical. And then put his hand flat on his balls and dick, and ground down.
“Daddy, fuck ... Daddy, stop. That hurt. Hurt!”
Hoseok pulled Yoongi’s dick back with a firm grip on his balls and then slapped it. It bounced back and forth. Yoongi yowled and tried to close his legs again. Hoseok wedged his way between them and placed his hands on either side of Yoongi’s dick, pressing into the sensitive skin on either side.
“Watch me, baby.”
Yoongi’s eyes opened. Tears clung to his lashes and fell. But he kept them open.
Hoseok let a glob of spit drip from his mouth right to Yoongi’s tip. It slid down his angry shaft. He added more and then slid a finger to follow it down, over his reddened balls and to his hole. He spit right on his stretched rim.
"Dirty whore. Feels like I could shove my fist inside your loose, worthless cunt and still have space for my dick."
Yoongi pouted. "Not.... worthless. Tight for Daddy."
Hoseok slipped two fingers past his swollen rim. He swallowed at how tightly Yoongi clenched around them, even after spending so much time one prep. He was pretty sure that Hope World was on its third play-through.
"Doesn't feel tight. Come on, baby. Tighten up. Show me it'll be worth it to fuck you."
And Yoongi clenched.
Hoseok moaned. "Oh god, baby." He pulled his fingers free, the swollen rim clung to them, and then tightened shut. Yoongi's next breath had him gaping open and them closing back up, again and again.
“Fuck,” Hoseok growled. He barely remembered to squeeze more lube into him. He gripped Yoongi's dick with one hand and held his own against Yoongi's body with the other. He tried to tease, had planned to tease, but the clench on his dick was too good. He slipped into him, a few inches, pulled back and watched as he gaped open and shut. And did it again, and then again until he was pressed flush against Yoongi's slim hips. Full in and out thrusts that had him clinging to Yoongi’s rim before sliding back in deep.
Yoongi cried, the noises and his begging were muddled through the pleasure.
"God, hyung," Hoseok moaned.
“Daddy, hurts. Daddy, it hurts.”
Hoseok really tried to care. He shifted his hips as he pressed in the last few centimeters, pushed, forced, thrust. Completely buried. Yoongi had been right. He was small. He felt like he was way beyond what he was used to when he was inside someone, like he was in Yoongi’s fucking stomach. He leaned back, trying to control himself with deep breaths.
“Fuck it,” he growled and stated moving. He pumped Yoongi's dick to the same slow rolls of his hips.
"So loose... so... fuck. Can’t even feel ... fuck, tight."
And Yoongi smirked at him. Cocky little tilt of his lips that was all Agust D and very little baby. It didn't last long. Yoongi shut his eyes with a whine. His dick throbbed in Hoseok's grip, splattering clear precome all over his stomach.
"No,” Hoseok growled and gripped the base tightly. "Not yet, my little come whore."
“So close, Daddy. Baby so close.”
So was Hoseok. He had no idea how he hadn't come already. As soon as he released Yoongi's dick, it pulsed again, and he clamped down so tightly around Hoseok that he thought his dick was going to snap off.
“Baby, baby, baby, my baby feels so good.”
“Daddy, Daddy, come going to -”
Hoseok gripped him again with a growl and a sharp slap to his chest. “No. Not yet.”
Yoongi cried out and squirmed, tried to roll his hips to meet Hoseok's thrusts.
“Hold still, fuck hold still.”
Yeah it didn't matter. Hoseok was going to come and he was going to come hard. He pressed his hands to Yoongi's chest, shifted up and pounded into Yoongi to chase his release.
Yoongi released his knees and clawed at Hoseok instead, flaring pain down his chest.
“Daddy-Daddy-Daddy, oh god...”
His mouth fell open and his words turned to little sharp whines. He went impossibly tight and it took all of Hoseok's self-control to keep his eyes open as Yoongi orgasmed, as his body shook and he started coming, splattering everything--his chest, his stomach, Hoseok--with come.
“Oh, baby so good,” Hoseok groaned. He stopped moving in and out, almost unable to with how tightly Yoongi's body clenched around him. He ground his hips forward in a slutty body roll. Yoongi's whimpers turned high
“Touch, Daddy, touch me.”
Hoseok grabbed his dick, pumping fast and tight.
Yoongi's entire body shook and he let loose the loudest cry of the day as he came again almost as harsh as the first time. He added shots of come all the way up to his chest.
Hoseok lost it. He grabbed Yoongi’s knees, bent him almost in half and pounded into him, watching in lust-filled awe as he fucked into him, his red rim clung to his dick, the lube splurted from him in wet dirty noises. He lost all coherency when he came, that first blinding flash of his orgasm and he growled, grinding his hips into Yoongi as he started to come.
“God, baby so good, so good, so ...”
Hoseok pulled out, gripped his dick and stroked himself, covering Yoongi’s gaping hole with his come. He felt like he was coming forever, felt like he was going to turn Yoongi’s entire ass white and sticky. He thrust back into him to chase the last few blinding pulses of pleasure.
“Good. So good. My baby is so good.”
Hoseok rubbed Yoongi’s body, spreading all that come over his skin.
“Not ... not worthless, Daddy?”
Hoseok fell over him, cupped his jaw with a dirty hand and kissed him, hard and deep. “No, baby. No. Not worthless. Messy, dirty and filthy. But not worthless.”
Yoongi smiled. “Happy... happy, Daddy.”
Hoseok continued to kiss him, coming down from his high and realizing he had just gotten all that come in Yoongi’s hair while gripping into it to kiss him.
“Fuck.”
His dick was still throbbing inside Yoongi. And Yoongi was still twitching.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Hoseok said. “Such a good boy. So good for Daddy. Pretty baby. Pretty, my pretty baby.”
Yoongi lifted shaking hands to his back and clung to him. Hoseok gathered him close, let him wrap arms and legs around his waist and kissed his neck and collarbones. And licked up the come that was there. He kept murmuring praises against his sweaty skin, and kept rolling his hips, his dick still encased inside Yoongi’s tight body.
Yoongi was crying.
“Hush, baby, hush. You’re so good. So good for Daddy. So, so so good.” His dick throbbed.
"Baby good?" Yoongi whispered.
"Yes, baby was so good. Is so good. My lovely baby."
Yoongi's cries tapered to whimpers and then soft slow breaths. Hoseok eventually pulled out of him even though he could see himself buried in Yoongi for the rest of their lives, and wasn’t that scary and completely fueled by great sex... He hoped. Maybe.
Yoongi huffed when Hoseok sat back on his knees. He kept his hands touching him, any part of him.
"God," Hoseok said, spreading Yoongi open to stare at his whorled opening. It wasn't pink and tight anymore, but red and swollen and glistening with come and lube. Unable to help himself, Hoseok dipped two fingers back inside him.
Yoongi whimpered.
“Hurt?”
“A little, Daddy.”
“Do you want to taste how good you made Daddy feel?” He held up his fingers dripping with come.
Yoongi moaned and opened his mouth. Hoseok trailed then over his lips, painting them white before dipping back into his body for more.
"Wanted to come all over your face."
"Next time."
Smiling, he let Yoongi suck them clean. "Next time I'm going to fuck your throat so hard that you'll come without me even touching your dick. I'll come all over your petty face and then clean you of with my piss." He shoved his fingers down into his throat. Yoongi choked on them before Hoseok went back to his ass for one more scoop of dirty come.
"Please, please. Tastes good. Tastes... Tastes so dirty.”
Hoseok moaned and kissed him, kissed the musty lube come spit sweat taste right from his mouth.
"Filthy." Hoseok smirked. “We are filthy."
Yoongi shut his eyes with a sigh. "Yeah. You owe me a new couch."
Hoseok laughed. "We need a shower. There's come in your hair."
"Fuck, there are so many people in the building right now."
"Good thing we are wearing hoodys. Do you want to shower here or go back to the dorms?"
Yoongi frowned. "We have to shower separately here."
"And the others will definitely be at the dorms."
“Dorms," Yoongi finally decided. "Wanna shower with Daddy."
Hoseok cooed at him. “Okay baby.” He cleaned the worst of it of their skin with wipes and then helped Yoongi dress.
Yoongi swayed on his feet, smiling at the little touches Hoseok left on his skin, making litt happy noises with every kiss to his cheek or nose or forehead.
“Good baby. Such a good baby.”
He kept his arm thrown around Yoongi's shoulder as they left, Yoongi tucked into his side. They saw quite a few people but luckily no one they had to stop and talk to out of deference or because of work.
Their driver lifted an eyebrow at their ruffled state but didn’t comment and Hoseok realized they were wearing opposite sweaters. Oops.
At the dorm, there were some of the normal sounds of a moment of free time: music from Namjoon’s room, shouts from VMin playing video games, someone in the kitchen, either Seokjin or Jungkook eating.
Well, Jungkook because they ran into Seokjin in the hallway.
He smiled, and then smirked. "What the fuck is this?"
Yoongi grumbled and hid his face in Hoseok's shoulder.
"Aftercare, hyung," Hoseok said and pushed past him into one of the bathrooms.
Seokjin cackled behind then and then shouted, "Yoongi and Hoseok are fucking!"
Hoseok made sure to lock the door. "Shower or bath, baby?"
Yoongi looked nervous, shooting glances at the door and the louder shouts coming from their bandmates. Hoseok cupped his cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Deal with that later. Shower or bath?"
"Shower."
Hoseok nodded and went to start the shower. Yoongi undressed behind him and waited until Hoseok helped him climb in.
Hoseok had a sudden thought and said, "Baby, I ... question."
Yoongi hummed to show he was listening.
"You wanna try it?"
He opened an eye, watched as Hoseok took his soft dick in his hand. He wondered if Yoongi would understand without Hoseok actually asking.
Yoongi sank to his knees.
Hoseok inhaled sharply. "Say it, baby. Tell Daddy what you want."
Yoongi bit his lip and then stammered. "Mark me. Piss. Piss on me, Daddy. Claim me. "
Hoseok stepped a little closer, held his breath in that moment before, and pissed. The first stream caught Yoongi on the neck and he tilted his head back with a whimper. Hoseok shook, unable to do anything but stare at how Yoongi loved this. He moved the stream down his chest and then back up, said fuck it, and finished pissing all over his face and hair.
'Daddy, Daddy. Can... can I ..." He touched himself.
Hoseok nodded. “Go ahead, baby. Go ahead.”
Yoongi stroked his dick while he pissed himself, spreading it over Hoseok's legs and all over himself. He was chubby and hard by the time he was done.
"So, did you like that?"
Yoongi looked up at him and Hoseok wasn't sure if it was piss or water that clung to his eyelashes and formed a puddle at his collarbone.
"Yes, Daddy. So warm. Felt so good. Baby belongs to Daddy now."
Hoseok smiled at him and ran his hand over his wet hair. "All mine."
They definitely had to talk, but afterward. Definitely after a long, hot shower. It was time to take care of his baby.
.....
The others are waiting for them in the living room when they are done.
Hoseok flopped onto a couch, and Yoongi followed the pull and settled into his lap.
"So how long has this been going on? And why the hell didn't you tell us?" Namjoon demanded.
"Well, we just started yesterday, so we’re telling you now," Hoseok said.
“Wait what? Yesterday?”
Hoseok shrugged. "I needed to sit on a dick and Yoongi is bisexual and was the closest to me at the time."
"Thank God," Taehyung mumbled.
“Hey!” Hoseok protested.
“Sorry. Thank God, hyung.”
There was silence and then everyone laughed.
“Ok, so yesterday sounds like a one off, but this morning?” Seokjin prompted.
Hoseok looked at Yoongi, and Yoongi shrugged.
"We ... " Yoongi shut his mouth, biting at his lips. "It's just... mutually beneficial."
"What my baby is trying to say is that we don't know yet," Hoseok said. "It's fucking amazing sex."
"Details, or it didn't happen," Jimin said.
“Pictures or it didn’t happen,” Jungkook added. They high fived.
"Oh it definitely happened," Yoongi said, almost drawled, a bit more comfortable as he settled on Hoseok’s lap. "And I can honestly say that Hoseok has better tongue technology than I do. Oh sorry, not Hoseok. Daddy."
“Holy fuck what?” Jungkook said in the silence. Seokjin was too stunned to reprimand him for his language. Jimin was laughing.
Yoongi curled up in Hoseok's lap, head tucked under his chin. "Daddy, my butt hurts. Can we take a nap?"
“Sure, baby.”
Hoseok ignored the chaos of three maknaes demanding details and smirked at the leader and Seokjin. He stood up with Yoongi in his arms and headed to his room.
“We are leaving at one-thirty!” Namjoon shouted after them.
“Just enough time for a blow job.”
“Too tired, Daddy.”
“I didn't mean for me, baby.”
“Turn on some music please!” Seokjin yelled.
“Let me watch!” Jimin demanded just as Hoseok kicked his door shut.
Hoseok settled Yoongi onto the bed. “What do you think? Turn on some music or do you want them all to hear how much Daddy cares about you?”
Yoongi moaned. "Take care of me, Daddy."
"For as long as you want."
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