Third Person P.O.V.
Fucking brat.
Hoseok was this close to doing one of two things: slapping Taehyung in the face, or finding him and fucking him senseless.
He hadn't quite decided which one he wanted to do yet.
The boys had the day off, so naturally Hobi went to hang at the dorms. But the others... Everyone else had gone to a karaoke bar. Including Taehyung. And that had not only pissed him off, but also made him even needier. It had almost been a whole four days since Taehyung's attack on his emotions, and Hoseok was—for lack of a better term—desperate. And a mad, desperate J-Hope does not a good situation make (an expression I wanted to try out). Walking about the dorms, he contemplated his choices very seriously. If he slapped Taehyung, chances were, people would notice something off about the two friends and things would have the chance of becoming problematic. But if he went to find Taehyung and bring him back for some teasing... that wouldn't be too bad, right? Feeling smart enough to take the more fun option, he grabbed his phone and texted the younger. This was going to be fun.
J-Horse: Taehyung.
J-Horse: Fucktard.
J-Horse: Angel??
Taebaby: ...
J-Horse: Sexy as hell best friend????
Taebaby: You called? What would you like?
J-Horse: For you to come home.
Taebaby: Why?
J-Horse: I need your help...
It wasn't entirely a lie... Luckily Taehyung didn't ask any more questions, but rather locked his phone and left the karaoke bar to meet his hyung at home. The 95 liner knew something was up, but he had a feeling it wasn't something worth worrying about. If Hoseok wanted him home, he'd definitely be home alright; he just wanted to see how much fun he could have with teasing his elder... nothing harmful. The poor dongsaeng had not even the slightest clue as to how wrong he'd soon find that he was.
When Taehyung walked in the door, Hoseok was standing right there with a smirk on his face. It was only long enough for the younger to notice this before the statement was no longer true. Instead, the elder had swiftly moved from his spot between the doorway and living room to trap his dongsaeng against the door. Taehyung was completely stunned—and a little scared—to say the least. I mean, he was trapped by his admirably strong hyung's beautifully sculpted arms. Not to mention the fact that they were close enough to kiss.
"You sure know how to get a sunbae (another word for hyung/senior) worked up, don't you, Hyungie?" Hoseok all but spat in Tae's face. The boy gulped in anticipation and anxiousness.
"I... I d-don't know what you're t-talking about," he whispered timidly. The senior chuckled darkly and rolled his eyes playfully.
"Oh, sweetheart, I think you do. You think you can just tease a man and expect him to not bat an eye for almost a full week? Well, baby, you thought wrong. And daddy's gonna punish his little boy." That last sentence hadn't meant to come out of his mouth. And for a second, Hobi's confidence faltered. And he almost apologized and corrected himself. Almost. Until...
"Oh, please, daddy! Baby boy's sorry! He'll be good for daddy. Baby boy promises." Until that happened. Because when Taehyung had gone along with his fantasy roleplay, he changed his mind about teasing him. He couldn't do this anymore. He had to see his baby boy fall apart beneath him.
When Hoseok spoke again, his voice conveyed a mix of soft patience and inconceivable need, barely above a whisper. "No, baby boy. You need to learn to respect daddy. Get on your knees." The younger nodded obediently and sank down to his knees. Almost as if reading Hobi's mind, Taehyung began unbuckling the elder's belt and pulled down his restricting skinny jeans, dragging with them the uncomfortable fabric of his boxer-briefs. Not wasting a single second, one of Taehyung's hands flew to the elder's thigh, while the other followed the path of his mouth, growing closer to Hoseok's throbbing length.
After what felt like forever in Hoseok's mind, his baby boy's lips were perfectly wrapped around his girth. He threw back his head and closed his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. And if he wasn't so wrapped up in said pleasure, he'd probably be wondering how in the hell Taehyung knew to tug on his balls like that, because god, that felt heavenly. Only mere fractions of a second had passed before Tae was sank all the way down Hoseok's shaft, his nose brushing the smooth expanse of the elder's abdomen, and his chin was hitting the back of his own hand. He hollowed his cheeks and began pulling his face away from his daddy ever so slowly just to quickly slip back down his dick, swallowing around the shaft almost every time, making Hobi shiver and whimper. After all... his goal was to make his daddy come hard enough he'd be weak in the knees, but still need to fuck his baby boy senseless.
Except for the fact that Hoseok knew Taehyung too well to let him have his way. He knew that Taehyung knew his orgasm was only a few meters away, within sight, yet still barely out of reach. And thankfully, he was controlled enough to keep it at that distance. Also thankfully, Taehyung wasn't the one playing the dom role this time.
"Baby stop." Hoseok's voice was rough, yet pleading, almost hesitant because why in the hell should he be telling him to stop when he's so fucking close? But Taehyung obliges to his daddy's commands like the good little boy he is, pulling his mouth off the elder with a soft 'pop' and moving his hand so it mirrors the other on his lover's thigh. Looking up, eyes glazed over with pleasure from giving Hoseok a pleasure of his own, he sees the beautiful man looking right back at him with a mix of hunger and love. "Are you alright, little boy?" Hoseok asks, pulling the younger up from his knees to meet his eyes. Taehyung nods proudly and grins up at his hyung. "Good. But don't do that again, baby, do you understand? Don't make daddy come unless he tells you to," he warns, swiftly smacking the younger's ass before he even realizes what's going on, making his breath hitch as he whimpers out a needy sound that could only be identified as a pathetic attempt at the word 'daddy'.
Hoseok pulls away from the younger, just slightly, to take in his ravaged form. If he didn't know any better, he'd say Taehyung would have been the one just getting a blowjob, and not himself. He smirked at himself thinking about this. "Do your knees hurt any, baby?" Taehyung shakes his head in refusal.
"Good. Turn around and get on the bed so daddy can fuck you from behind like the slut you are."
And Taehyung listened. Because he'd do anything for his daddy. Even if it meant being fucked like a teenage girl.
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FanficThe chapters start off kinda crappy and get better as they go. I originally wrote this on Quotev, then added it to AO3, and thought: why not put it here, too? Requests are open and encouraged!
