Imprisoned

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"And why can't I go to the town with you!?" Hoseok whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hobi, we're still your loyal protectors," Jungkook began.

"Your photo is everywhere. People would recognize you in a matter of seconds," Namjoon continued, Jungkook nodding along.

Hoseok pouted. "I don't wanna be here alone."

I pressed a kiss on his temple as I entered the room, Hoseok flinching as he hadn't known I was right outside. "Babe, don't worry. I'm staying with you."

His eyes widened. "Really?"

I nodded, giving him a small smile, with hopes that he would catch the glint in my eyes.

He nodded, almost telling me he understood, before facing his guards. "Okay, fine. But you have to remember my guava this time!"

Jungkook chuckled and nodded, giving Hoseok a small hug before exiting the room, the actions quickly followed by Namjoon.

•••••

The second they all walked out, Hoseok and I peeked out the window, watching until they were out of sight. We waited another few minutes before I faced him.

"Are you sure about this, Hobi?"

He nodded, sauntering towards me before pushing my back against the wall of the home. "I've never been so sure in my life, Yoon."

I smirked, leaning forward until our lips attached, full of hunger and desire. He gripped the locks of my hair in desperation, my hands finding his waist and squeezing, wanting to hold on to this moment.

I picked him up, feeling his legs wrapping around my waist, lips still on lips. I led him to the table where we eat, pressing his back against the solid wood with a smirk.

I broke apart the kiss, hearing Hoseok whine, only for me to yank the shirt he had on over his head. I slammed our lips together again, this time sliding my tongue between his lips, hearing him release a quiet moan. His hands now fiddled with the hem of my shirt, breaking us apart once more to take it off, tossing it on the floor.

"I don't have a condom."

Hoseok shrugged. "Aunt May probably has Ziploc bags we can use in place."

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. "You... want me to cover my dick with a plastic bag and then put it inside your ass?"

He thought about it before his nose turned up in disgust. "Nope, nevermind on that. Fuck the condom, now fuck me, Yoon!"

"So desperate, baby," I mumbled as I kissed around his belly button. His back arched off the table in pleasure, making me smirk as my fingers found the button of his jeans, undoing them and slowly sliding them down and off his muscular legs.

My fingers grazed the skin of his thighs in admiration, gnawing on my bottom lip. I bent down, placing gentle kisses on his inner thighs, hearing Hoseok's breathing gradually speed up. I worked my way closer to his underwear, kissing where his tip is through the fabric before standing up.

My hands fiddled with my pants, quickly sliding them off, Hoseok sitting up and reaching his hands out.

I glanced up at him in curiosity, watching as he grabbed the hem of my underwear, slipping his hands inside slightly before pulling them down, as far as he could given his position.

I slid them off my ankles, staring at Hoseok with desire and lust. In the time I spent removing my pants and underwear, Hoseok had also removed his final piece of clothing. He leaned back on his elbows, staring at me with his legs spread.