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hopekook | hobi got a dom

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author : amertume on ao3
hopekook
| hoseok loves being treated like a prince jungkook makes him feel like he is but right now he needs something else - to be put in his place

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Hoseok wakes up one morning, needy and a bit grumpy. He's in his and Jungkook's bed in their shared apartment. They've only moved in together a few months ago and it's been pure bliss. Being able to wake up every morning to Jungkook's clingy body wrapped up around his own. Cooking together every day, cleaning together, watching obscure anime that Jungkook likes, coming home from work and knowing Jungkook will be there, all bunny teeth and warm hugs. It's been wonderful. They got to know eachother in ways they never explored before.

Hoseok has been thinking though. Thinking about... their sex life. Sex with Jungkook is a whole other experience Hoseok has never felt before in his life. Jungkook fucks like he's deprived, like getting his dick inside Hoseok is the first and last thing he wants to do every day. He's so sweet too, careful and tender in his caresses and his kisses. He almost body worships Hoseok, his main goal to pleasure and satisfy his boyfriend. And Hoseok is pleasured and is satisfied... almost.

Maybe he wants more sometimes though. Sometimes like this morning. He wakes up with a chub in his white briefs and his skin is on fire. Spring has started a few days ago and the air around them is full of lazy warmth and new beginnings. So, Hoseok decides to try something.

Jungkook is laying beside him, underneath the blankets, scrolling on his phone. Hoseok stretches, sluggish like a cat bathing in the morning light. Still, Jungkook keeps his eyes on his phone, dark fluffy hair like a halo around his head on the white pillows. Hoseok pouts a bit childishly. He wants attention, and he wants it now.

He decides to play with himself if no one will. He drags one of his hands down his chest, splaying his fingers over his flat tummy until they catch on the hem of his boxers. He flicks a look to Jungkook. Still, no response. He dips two fingers inside his underwear, slowly teasing himself as they bump into his swollen cock. He hisses at the contact, biting his bottom lip. That seems to get Jungkook's attention. The younger closes his phone and peaks over the blanket.

"Morning", he croaks, voice rusty from sleep.

Hoseok hums as sensually as he can as he continues to touch himself, pinching at his foreskin, rolling his neck as he gets accustomed to the languid pleasure that sparks throughout his body.

Jungkook turns to his side, seemingly admiring Hoseok's prowess' with enamored eyes.

But Hoseok wants more, he wants a reaction out of his pretty Jungkookie.

He grabs his dick into his hand and starts pumping it to hardness, unceremoniously. He moans at that, quick little 'ah's that fill their room with sound. He closes his eyes and lets himself imagine. Imagine Jungkook taking his hand out of his briefs, pining him with his strong arms to the bed. Whispers of 'no touching' and 'who told you this was allowed' filling his head until he's dizzied with it.

But Jungkook, sweet sweet Jungkook, who loves him so much, as much as Hoseok loves him. Jungkook just trails his fingers up and down Hoseok's bicep, then kisses it gently, like if he put too much pressure, Hoseok would break into a million little pieces.

And Hoseok, well Hoseok loves it, loves being treated like the prince Jungkook makes him feel he is. It makes him feel so good, almost all of the time. But right now, he needs something else, he needs to be put into his place.
He rolls onto his stomach and starts grinding onto the mattress, arms stretched over his head, ass wiggling into the air. It's not enough to make him come, but it's a lot, nonetheless. He whines, high in his throat, pass the point where he feels embarrassed of being so loud. Jungkook is loud too, anyways.