SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

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"fuck, fuck- ah!" hoseok gripped on the sheets tighter, feeling yoongi's thick cock travel in and out of his slicked up hole in the most glorious way possible. the elder grunted, smirking at the sinful sounds leaving hoseok's pretty lips.

"i didn't say you could speak, whore. unless you beg, keep that filthy mouth shut." he growled, sending shivers down hoseok's spine. god, how he loved being treated like this; so roughly and harshly. it only made it better. hoseok curved his ass further, feeling his spot being grazed. he automatically let out a choked sob, muffling his voice in the soft pillow in front of him.

yoongi grunted again, his hand tightening on hoseok hips, knowing full well bruises would appear later on. hoseok started to blab nonsense, earning a slap that marked his soft ass easily. the younger boy hissed in both pain and pleasure, his thighs shaking.

"what was that?" yoongi asked, grabbing a fistful of his silky hair and pulling back forcefully, making the boy cry out once more.

"there! right there please." he begged, more pitiful whines and whimpers leaving his mouth. yoongi still wasn't satisfied with that and he stop for a second, bringing his face closer to hoseok's ear.

"listen, bitch. when i fuckin' tell you to address me properly and tell me what you want, you do it. i'll ask again, what do you want?" at his last syllables, the elder snapped his hips up again, knowing full well this was torture for the boy, and hoseok's eyes rolled back in his skull.
"plea-please! hyung, daddy, sir- m- master! that place- that place." yoongi let out a sigh of amusement, finally complying to his wishes. hoseok felt the man speed up with his relentless pace and he was nearly in tears.

at each thrust, the bed creaked loudly, hitting the wall at the sheer force yoongi was going at. if he had neighbours, they would be able to hear everything clear as day.

hoseok threw his head back when he felt yoongi start to touch him, his body shaking as he felt a knot tie in his stomach area. each hit of his prostate made his groans get louder until he was practically screaming yoongi's name out for more. suddenly, he came hard all over the sheets, mind going fuzzy. he saw stars, and his body fell limp- but yoongi still wasn't finished yet.

he picked the tired boy up effortlessly and sat down, positioning hoseok on his all while not breaking their bodies apart. he started to move his hip in an upwards motion, the others cries being broken and raspy from all his screaming. yoongi had more access to hoseok's prostate and abused it and almost anomalistically. he let out a moan, feeling himself come inside of hoseok.

hoseok himself was wore out, over-simulated and close to passing out. he lay on yoongi's chest, breathing heavily from their intense session. yoongi picked him up again, carefully, and placed him down on the part of the mattress that wasn't covered in cum. the white liquid trailed down hoseok's still trembling thighs, and yoongi covered his naked body with a soft blanket. he smiled a little, before getting up and turning to the camera.

picking it up, he looked straight into the lens, pushing his hair back with a hand and tilting his head slightly.
"you see? i have your son under my control. he's mine now. so co-operate, old man. i'll be waiting."

he ended the recording and sat down, sending it to hoseok's father.

"sir? yoongi has sent a video to us." the bloodshot eyes of the old man shot open, alert and ready. he hobbled over, narrowing his eyes and nodding to press on it. the room was dark and he could see two figures, one moving whilst the other had his bare ass in the air. then started the lewd moaning and whining. the sound of skin slapping against each other made the man nearly shut the computer down, but he heard a familiar voice.

"fuck! fuck- ah~!"

his disowned son, jung hoseok.

he grabbed the laptop and threw it down, nostrils flaring as he shook with rage.
"assemble the men. we attack that bastard tonight." he grit his teeth, storming out the room.