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works/8502895.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      Ball_Gags, Gags, Wrist_Cuffs, Edging, Training, Orgasm_Delay/Denial,
      Orgasm_Control, Orgasm_Delay, Wet_&_Messy, Crying, Dom/sub, Dom_Hoseok,
      Sub_Yoongi, so_glad_those_are_archive_Official_tags, its_jsut_filth_tho_i
      dont_even_remember_what_else_there_is, Aftercare, master_kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-08 Words: 2001
****** i don't need nothing else but you ******
by ireallydontknowok
Summary
     A few weeks ago, Hoseok had drawn up a list of things he wanted to
     train Yoongi in, from cockwarming to riding him as long as he wanted
     to be ridden, and all sorts of nasty stuff in between.
     He doesn't think he'll be able to make good on this one, though.
Notes
     title from 'location' by khalid, which is a very nice and chill
     song.. so not rlly the vibe of this fic, but give it a listen!!
     written fuckign.. forever ago but here's this. i love you erika,
     thank you for everything you do for me. this is a weird way of
     expressing gratitude, in the form of like., god like almost 2000
     words of just pure smut, but. we really out here. thank you.
     (my_twt)
     i've run in to some money troubles and i thought i'd leave this link
     here in case someone can and wants to help me out!! any little bit
     helps!!! xoxo
     https://ko-fi.com/cadenmlovett
“What was that?”
Hoseok’s voice is taunting, and Yoongi shuts his eyes tight, forcing another
stream of tears to leak out of the corners, sliding down his skin towards his
hairline. He throws his head back, neck arched and arms tensed as he seizes up
around the edges of an orgasm.
Hoseok slaps him on the thigh with the hand that had just been around his cock.
“Answer me,” Hoseok demands. Yoongi breathes deeply through his nose for a
moment, before relaxing against the bed and glaring at the man perched on his
thighs. Hoseok grins at him. “What?”
Yoongi huffs out an impatient breath, before looking up at the pink leather
cuffs keeping his wrists above his head. He rattles them against the headboard
a bit, before pulling his lips back and baring his teeth as best he can and
biting down on the ball gag.
Tilting his head, Hoseok draws his eyebrows together. “Still don't understand
you, babe.”
Yoongi makes a strangled, angry noise, and goes about trying to roll over
enough to dump Hoseok off his thighs. He kind of succeeds, because Hoseok’s got
to brace himself with a hand on Yoongis hip, eyes surprised.
Hoseok retaliates by wrapping his hand around Yoongi’s dick again, grip tight
and strokes fast and Yoongi's writhing immediately, so ready to come, so ready
for this orgasm to obliterate him, but just as he feels the tingles starting to
build in his fingers and toes, Hoseok slips his hand right off Yoongi’s cock on
the upstroke.
“Fiesty, aren't you?” he asks once Yoongi’s settled again, panting slightly.
His skin is hot, as pink as his ball gag and restraints, high on his cheeks,
and Hoseok pouts at him.
“Come on, sweetie,” he says, petting over Yoongi's ribs gently with the hand
not damp with lube. “Talk to Master, tell me what you want.”
Yoongi doesn't answer. He hates being forced to speak around the ball gag,
hates how he drools and can't get words out, hates how Hoseok smiles like he's
so proud of Yoongi for being able to speak, hates how much he loves it. It
makes something slick and slippery gather in his gut, shame tangible and
intertwining with the arousal until he can't tell the difference between the
two.
“Master wants to give his pretty pet everything you want, you know that. But I
can't know what that is unless you say it.”
Taking a deep breath, Yoongi steels himself.
“Want you to get me off,” is what he tries to say, but it comes out slurred and
wet and infuriating.
Hoseok does that smile, the fond one Yoongi's so often on the receiving of, and
nods.
“Good, honey, that was so good,” he praises, and Yoongi can feel his expression
soften at the sight of it. He hopes his attempt was good enough to earn him the
orgasm Hoseok's been dancing him on the lip of for almost 45 minutes, now.
“But!” Yoongi closes his eyes, sagging into the mattress. “We’re not done with
today’s training! We’re working on keeping you like this for an hour,
remember?”
Yoongi does remember. A few weeks ago, Hoseok had drawn up a list of things he
wanted to train Yoongi in, from cockwarming to riding him as long as he wanted
to be ridden, and all sorts of nasty stuff in between. Yoongi had gotten hard
just reading the list, hands trembling as he signed the mock "contract". Yoongi
knows it’s not actually binding, that he can back out of anything at any time,
but Hoseok had been bouncing in his seat, obviously proud of his little written
contract, and Yoongi does love to make him happy.
He doesn't think he'll be able to make good on this one, though, can't imagine
how he can keep going for even one more edging.
“Don't worry, angel,” it's like he's reading Yoongi's mind. “Colour?”
"Green," Yoongi manages right away around the gag, closing his eyes in a slow
blink. He opens them as he nods.
"You can do it, don't worry, pet," Hoseok murmurs, smiling gently. Yoongi's not
so sure, but he knows he wants to try.
Hoseok curls his fingers around his cock again, sitting back on Yoongi's thighs
as he strokes his cock, slow and drawn out strokes that have Yoongi trembling
in no time. It feels like every muscle in his body is shaking, and then he's
tensing up and Hoseok’s backing him off the orgasm.
He does it twice more, strokes getting faster and tighter, the lick of pain as
he squeezes the head exactly what Yoongi adores, and Yoongi's being so noisy,
can't stop the sounds that end in throat, unable to escape his mouth. He's
trying to stay quiet, will catch himself mid-moan and silence himself for a
moment, but then Hoseok moves to rub his thumb hard under the head of his dick,
and the next thing he knows he's gasping around high noises, others that are so
deep and growly they make Hoseok crack a grin.
He’d been the noisiest during one particularly intense round that had Hoseok
holding Yoongi's cock steady by the base to focus all his attention on the
head, curling his hand so tight and just squeezing his fingers so his hand slid
off and then pushing it back down, which was new, and had Yoongi lifting his
head to watch wide eyed as he worked him over. He’d been so sure he was going
to come then, but Hoseok is carefully attuned to Yoongi's body and took both
hands away when he felt the body underneath him tense up.
Yoongi wants to tell him he hates him, so much, Hoseok,  fuck you , but he
can't, can only try not to be too messy as he cries.
“Aw, sweetheart,” Hoseok croons. “You're okay, you're doing so well, baby. Only
a few minutes left, okay? You're gonna hold it and it's gonna be hard, but just
think about how good it'll feel to come, mkay? I know you can finish this, I’m
so proud of you.”
Yoongi is out of breath, tears drying on his face, mouth wet around the ball
gag. He doesn't think he'll succeed, but it's reassuring to know that Hoseok
will be proud of him anyway.
“Ready?” Hoseok prompts, and Yoongi's still taking a second, eyes wary, when
Hoseok goes ahead and starts to jerk Yoongi off again. Yoongi's whole body
tenses, and Hoseok doesn't let up, leans forward to loom over Yoongi, eyes dark
and intent as he keeps his pace steady, hand moving to a set rhythm and not
compromising it even once in the last two minutes of the hour. Yoongi's really
crying now, biting down so hard on the ball gag, grateful for it now, because
it acts as a way to distract himself from his overwhelming need to come. His
arms in the bonds are tense, elbows drawn together above his head as he cries,
and his legs are drawn tight too, toes curled in painfully as he does. Not.
Come.
Hoseok leans in to kiss at Yoongi's neck, wet up his neck to his jaw, and
Yoongi is so so close, feels completely unwound under Hoseok’s touch. He's
going to come, he's going to come, he can feel it suddenly in his stomach, he’s
going to come.
He tries to gurgle around the gag, tries to tell Hoseok he's about to come,
he's about to  come , but then Hoseok bites at the skin under his ear and
murmurs, something. Yoongi loses it in the noise of his impending orgasm, his
warring with himself not to give in, but he's gotta listen. Hoseok's voice is
magnetic to him, has always drawn his focus and forced him alert, so he wades
through the haze in his head to listen.
“Come, pet,” Hoseok is saying, over and over, like he knows it'll take a second
for Yoongi to react. “It's over, you've done so good, you can come.”
And Yoongi does. His jaw clenches so tight, teeth tight around the ball gag as
his body tenses and trembles. He's getting cum all over his stomach and chest,
and he's so messy, so wet with spit and tears and cum, and it doesn't feel like
it's going to stop, the rolling pleasure coursing through him continuously.
Hoseok's murmuring to him, kissing at his skin and telling how beautiful he is,
how good he is for listening and managing to hold off for a whole hour, and as
the orgasm ebbs away, leaving him shuddering through the aftershocks, Yoongi
feels a small bit of pride that blooms in his chest.
Hoseok reaches up to cradle his head in a big hand, undoing the ball gag and
tugging it gently out of his mouth. He lets Yoongi work his jaw for a bit as he
places the gag on the bedside table, and then he's kissing him. It's deep and
proud and so full of affection, and he keeps kissing him as he unfastens the
cuffs and lets the chain link between them fall to one side. Yoongi likes the
cuffs, likes the weight of them around his wrists, but he wants to touch
Hoseok, wants to be able to move now that he's allowed.
“You did so good, baby,  so  good, I'm so proud of you,” Hoseok says into the
space between their mouths when they break to breathe, and Yoongi hums,
wriggling a little, proud of himself too.
“That felt,” Yoongi starts, finds his voice is dry. Hoseok moves to grab the
bottle of water beside the bed, putting the top at Yoongi's mouth.
“You gotta pull the top, babe,” Hoseok prompts when Yoongi makes a confused
expression when he doesn't get water right away. He does though, biting gently
and pulling it so he can drink. He meets Hoseok's eyes when he’s had enough,
and Hoseok pulls it away, careful not to spill any.
Yoongi holds his arms out when Hoseok turns back, and he settles in his embrace
again, leaned over him.
“That felt,” Yoongi tries again, but he still has to take a second to search
for the right word to describe what he just experienced. “Insane.”
Hoseok grins, can't seem to help it when he kisses Yoongi quickly on his pretty
pouty lips. “Yeah?”
“Mmm,” Yoongi nods, tipping his chin up to ask for another kiss. “I feel like a
new person.”
“Wow,” Hoseok's eyebrows are raised. “Nice.”
Yoongi hums again. He sort of doesn't want to talk right now, is more
interested in sleeping.
“You should eat something, baby,” Hoseok protests when he voices this thought,
and Yoongi sighs, but lets him fuss over him, watching fondly as he picks
grapes off their stems and presses them gently between Yoongi’s lips.
“Feeling better?” Hoseok asks, once he’s put the bowl of grapes away and turned
off the light. He settles beside Yoongi, under the covers. Hoseok had brought
him a towel, and had cooed at him as he wiped the cum off his stomach, smiling
at Yoongi like he was the most beautiful thing, even covered in fluids.
“Feeling more like a human,” Yoongi agrees, nodding as he snuggles close. He
drapes an arm over Hoseok’s chest, and pouts when he sees that the chain that
links the two cuffs on his wrists is still attached.
“Off?” Hoseok asks, and Yoongi nods.
“Please,” he says, eyelids droopy as he watches Hoseok’s pretty fingers work
the clasp of the chain open. He places the thin chain on the bedside table,
having to turn over to do so, and Yoongi whines the whole time they aren’t
touching.
“I’m back, I’m back,” Hoseok assures him, petting his hair out of his face.
“I love you,” Yoongi states, voice thick with sleep. He nods once, sure. “But
I’ve gotta sleep now.”
Hoseok chuckles gently, and Yoongi’s lulled to sleep at the sound of it paired
with the calm and steady warmth of Hoseok's body close.
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