BTS smut book (Hyung Line edition)

Festive vibrator (jhs) {BDSM/smut}

"Hoseok, come on." You whined as you pushed against Hoseoks shoulders lightly, earning a small grunt in response.

"Listen, baby doll. I understand you're younger with more energy, but daddy is old and needs to sleep." You giggled and laid on top of him, whining and rolling around until he finally huffed and grabbed onto your waist, sitting up with you in his lap as he spoke. "One present. Then we go back to bed and open the rest later, okay?"

You squealed happily, hopping out of the bed and bouncing up and down on your feet as you watched him get up and out of bed, throwing a robe over his half naked body and sighing. "Dear lord, I'm getting too old for this."

"You are thirty, stop being such a big baby." 

"Yeah, and I should've listened to my mom when I decided to marry a twenty-two year old." You slapped him on the arm playfully and pushed him out the bedroom door, making your way down the hall and into the overly decorated living room. There's no denying you were much younger than Hoseok, but you two had a special connection nobody else could compare to. Christmas wasn't his best holiday to deal with, but he managed considering how much you loved it. You always loved Christmas, and every year, you made sure the house was covered in lights, bows and bells, stockings hooked over the fireplace even if it was just you and Hoseok. You knew they would come in handy eventually.

Hoseok sat down on the couch, groaning as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. You could almost see the drool spilling from his mouth as he dazed in and out of sleep. You made your way to the kitchen, rustling around as you began a cup of coffee and waited for it patiently.

"Baby girl-" Hoseok started. You hummed in response. "You making me some coffee?"

You didn't respond, simply walking over and placing a kiss to his cheekbone as he smiled and you placed the warm mug in his hand. "Of course. I did wake you up, after all." A small chuckle escaped his lips before his empty hand came up to cup your face, planting a long and gentle kiss before pulling away and looking up at you like you held all the answers.

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"I mean, you offered to be my sugar daddy so-" Hoseoks face scrunched up before he pushed at you slightly, earning a giggle from you as you made your way towards the tree and sat down.

"Just, shut up and pick a present."

You stuck your tongue out at him and began sorting through the gifts, setting his to one side and yours, the other, leaving the presents you had for later guests underneath the fern before shuffling around Hoseoks presents and looking up at him.

"Which one do you want?"

Hoseok shook his head, taking a sip of coffee and resting his head on his knuckles, elbow placed on the arm of the couch.

"I'll open later. Pick a present."

You pouted your lips slightly before placing the present you had in your hand back in the pile, scooting over to your own and ruffling through until you felt a soft, squishy fabric. You smiled to yourself, holding up the package and looking over at Hoseok.

He suddenly got real serious, eyes darkening as he licked his lips and leaned forward, placing the now empty cup of coffee on the table as he leaned his elbows against his knees.

"You sure about that one, baby?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, holding it tight against your chest as you stood up and walked over to the couch, plopping down next to him and throwing your legs in his lap as you placed it down in yours. "Yes." A small chuckle escaped his lips and he leaned back, rubbing up and down your calf gently as he watched you carefully.