Yoonseok/Sope one shots

Im in Love with a Criminal pt.2

You bet your ass I'm writing a part two here we go- Kubo
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Yoongi POV
The second night we are all together again. Me,Namjoon and Seokjin as the heads leading the crowd in a fury of cheers and chanting as Joon raps to "Come back Home" the latest new shit in season.
Im mid-line when a boy catches my eye. Oh-you know what boy I'm talking about. Hobi~ . My empty heart flutters,somehow, when I lock eyes with him. He sends an innocent smile my way and I can't help but return with my best attempt at a smile without showing my gums. The boys says that looks too sweet and I may be Sugar but the point apparently is to be misleading. I'm guessing good-boy isn't performing tonight since he's in a less-than comfortable looking outfit. Once our stage is done, I stroll over to our gang and sulk in the usual corner as we share cigs. I can't take my eyes off him and his sinful outfit. I couldn't see it very well with the bright lights in my face but now his message has been read loud and clear. From head to toe: his hair was parted showing his forehead and he has a choker on his neck which looks dangerously similar to a dog collar. He's just asking to be punished.. I think to myself as I look him over more. He's wearing a black shirt which is cut a little over his stomach to reveal fishnets under his ripped skinny jeans. Damn, this boy has got a body. I take one last puff and throw my cigarette on the ground. Good-boy is minding his own business at the "bar" drinking a glass of lemonade, cute. I walk up to him and grab his waist carefully and whisper into his ear,
"Wanna take business elsewhere, Hobi?"
I feel his slim frame shudder under my touch and a smile makes its way onto my face.
"Good boy, follow me now and you'll have a good time~" I sigh into his neck. He lets out a soft moan of agreement and I have good-boy wrapped around my finger just like that. I shove the cig pack I had in my hand into my leather jacket pocket and grab his hand, pulling him over to a more isolated part of the venue.
We make it to the back corner where only the real druggies hang out which is only like three our six depending on the day. Luckily there were only about four and we had our space. There was a break from the competitions and some hot rap song played in the main venue. It echoed enough to be heard in the back and was enough stimulation for good-boy.
I ran my hands down his sides and grabbed at his ass. I've been wanting to do that all night. I growl into his ear and grab the collar on his neck. He let out a yelp as I held the collar back, choking him slightly. He looked at me with fear and thrill in his eyes, I like that. "I like you Hobi. You're interesting for an innocent dance-uni boy."
All I get in response is a yelp that he makes when I let go of his "choker". I guess I need to teach him a little thing about respect. I also would like to test a theory of good-boy that I've been stressing over for far too long.
I pull out the cigs I had previously put in my pocket and stick one in his mouth. He holds it between his lips flimsily as he looked at me confused. I then take out my lighter and set it to the end of the cigarette. His eyes widened in surprise while I am putting the lighter back into my pocket. I look at him for a second and ask a simple question,
"What would you like daddy to do about this baby?"
"I want daddy totakeit, please" he says he quickly, somehow not wanting to drop the cigarette on the ground. I smile as my theory was correct.
"This boy has a daddy kink" I think to myself proudly as I wish to be that daddy.
"Okay baby since you asked so nicely." I then gently take the drug out from his lips and place it into mine. I draw in heavily and let out a puff into baby's face. He contorts his face and I can tell he's trying not to inhale it. Hm. I then make another test. I grab his dick through his jeans which causes him to part his lips in a sharp moan. I then exhaled the drug into his mouth as I too met our lips. He lets out loud moans as I explore every inch of his sweet mouth.
"Mmm-ah, Yoongi hy-" Hoseok tried to speak but it was useless with my tongue down his throat.
"Baby, do me a favor?" I say, sliding my hand up his back thigh, he lets out a breathe moan and a ,
"W-what?"
"Come around sometime good-boy, I think we'll be close in time" and with that, Yoongi kissed Hoseok one last time and left him hot and confused in the back of an overcrowded venue.
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This was the last Hoseok had seen of Yoongi for days until one fateful night when his world changed forever probably.
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I dk if I should continue this or not, please vote and comment! -Kubo