𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

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Ship; Sope

Dom // Hoseok
Sub // Yoongi

I'm so fucking horny and I have swimming tommorow.
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The club was packed. Yoongi sits at the bar, contemplating if he should leave. His two friends are in the middle of the crowd somewhere, probably finding someone to have a threesome with. He didn't want to go and find them, he wants to sit here and get buzzed, not too drunk so that he could still walk home properly without losing himself.

He finally had it when the DJ started playing a horrible overplayed song, so he got up and started to leave, taking a bottle of beer from behind the counter while the bartender wasn't looking. He exited and walked towards his house, which was only three blocks away.

He figured his roommate would be asleep, so he tried to be quiet, but failed when he tripped over several pairs of shoes on his way in. Only seconds after, the light flicks on, and Yoongi finds the eyes of Hoseok.

Hoseok and him have a unique relationship. One could call it 'friends with benefits'. So when he saw the look on Hoseok's face, he knew what it meant. A sort of dark glare, with lust and jealousy flaring inside, as he looked the thin boy up and down. Yoongi began to register that he was looking at his outfit.

His thighs were laced with fishnet, and his socks and shorts were the same color of his hair, pitch black. They contrasted with his pale skin. A white sweater that now lay in his hands used to be the coverup for the very revealing crop top he had on. Yoongi had felt beautiful, but now he felt like an angel, as Hoseok trailed his eyes down his pale skin. His face turns red, the black eye shadow and strawberry pink lipstick covering the fact. Hoseok starts to move.

"Are you trying to be a whore?"

Yooogi didn't lose his confidence, if anything, he gained more. Without losing his blush, he smiled and stepped a little closer to Hoseok's towering figure. He didn't answer the question.

"I'm talking to you."

"And I'm listening."

Hoseok deepens the glare. He dares to lay a finger on Yoongi's bare waist, pressing the tip of his pointer to the space above Yoongi's belly button. Just that little touch makes Yoongi shiver and lean closer, the smile on his face weakening.

"Why would you think I would be okay with you wearing this out in public?"

Yoongi hums and licks his lips as the finger moves down, skipping over the button and finding its way to the little hairs on his lower stomach.

"Only I can see you like this."

The tip draws nearer. Lower.

"You belong to me."

The sound of a zipper is loud against the silence of the air around them.

"Where were you?'

Yoonigi sucks a breath in, his brain going foggy as he gives a sultry look. He smiles.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

His whole hand is still slipping slowly into the fabric of his shorts, and past the strap that holds the fishnet. Hovering above Yoongi's underwear.

"I'm not gonna ask again. Where were you?"

The whisper against his forehead gave him goosebumps.

"Out."

"Where?"

"None of your business."

Hoseok gives him a chuckle, before he slammed him into the door he had just closed. Yoongi feels the house shake, his back trembling, as the pain sinks in. He lets out a small moan.