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@jung hoseok Though it was a nice idea, unless hoseok went and stalked Taehyung too, there was no clear indication to hoseok that Taehyung was alone alone. Even with how Taehyung talked about being one of his pets, it would sound like Taehyung /did/ have others. Aka not alone. At least not easily differentiable to be alone in the human norm description of being alone. I mean, just think about it. It’s not like you could be aware of what he does outside of his pets other than reading by himself. For all you know he could’ve had friends but Taehyung just preferred his alone time. So not too much evidence there to warrant thinking to invite the younger to dinner or something similar. Not yet at least.*

*when you reference so many gods, he smirks despite his sadness from you not listening to him before. Not to mention he didn’t have too much knowledge on western or even European folklore. He only knew the three in the most detail and that was it.* well I do know what power I’d desire. Teleportation *to follow you aka stalk you more easily. You tended to move around constantly. Not that he didn’t mind it much but it’d be nice to follow you everywhere. Anyways…considering that whole Greek conversation, your tendency to ramble about his looks was helping. Only to feel his breath stop in his chest. He turned to you in confusion in his sadness with that sad smirk though now it looked a bit taken back instead. He didn’t think you’d talk about stuff like this. Especially considering /you/ walked away from him that night, not the other way around* oh? And what can it do hoseok? *he played along as he placed the food in front of you but still more than not was too saddened. He’s even amazed he’s still talking to hoseok when he’s more stuck in his head. But also, it was definitely thanks to his autopilot. Just it was behaving slightly differently with hoseok. Still wanting to be present and smiling but sad instead. Still even he wondered. He thought it was more his touch than his mouth that overwhelmed you. So he was curious what you meant by his mouth’s role.*

*ambivalence or appearing ambivalent. Hoseok did not like the idea of this. But he was insistent. He wanted to make sure this man never thought about doing the same things to his hoseok ever again. Yes even if that meant through bloodshed. But then his breath hitched as he stared at what you were doing. The soft feeling of your finger followed by those sweet eyes. Not to mention your new boop. It was longer. It lingered a bit more on his nose. Warmth. Suddenly, he wanted to kiss you. Kiss all of you. But there was no indication there of lust but of your soft smiles. Instead, he pulls at your wrist to his lips then presses his lips on the delicate nerve as his eyes fluttered closed. One wrong move and your wrist would break. He inhaled like the weird loner he was before keeping your wrist close to him.* always hoseok. I won’t let him get away with it…

*maybe it was weird to you how we ended up kissing. But for him it was like all of the tension. All of the trying to hold himself back was relieved. He held tight at your waist. Yet another fragile part of your body. One wrong move and yet again it would easily break in his strong arms. When he questioned exactly why you were laughing, he lifts a brow also sitting to listen to the lyrics of the song we were grinding to. While still making you moan, he listens, not able to get enough of your kisses to stop despite the lesser in intensity. The chorus had repeated before a new verse “Got a thing for a queen who know when to leave
I ain't bout to judge you, don't judge me
You ain't gotta really sing about your rap sheet.” Taehyung smiled smirked against our kisses* ah well I dare say hoseok, you are not wrong this time, my pretty queen *he curves his rough hands against your cheek to feel your warmth against his body.*

*When you seemed so genuine about those words of trust, he stared into your eyes. Speechless. Unable to explain how elated he felt despite the same expression staring back at you. Except this time in wonder. Not anger or lust. Then it came. The lust. Then he kissed you harder. He was eager. Eager to show what he can do for you. For his beautiful hoseok.* how beautiful of you, Hyung. Then your wish is my command, Hyung. *he pressed his lips on your wrist to kiss you. He didn’t know you were still too afraid to sink with him. But it was fortunate that at least today you didn’t need to. This would come more of a major issue when there were situations where you’d need to be completely vulnerable to him. Completely submissive to him. /then/ not having all of your attention would be a major setback*

*as for the reason why this was much different from the library was because that one in the library was Taehyung administering a very unplanned punishment for you pretty much lying to him. Aka acting as if you were leading him on while he remained ually pent up only to notice you were just as pent up and you did that kind of to him. This time, there was no anger. Not yet at least. This was Taehyung praising your body. Spanking can be a form of appraisal. Also this time, Taehyung wasn’t being led by hoseok at all to feel pent up and treated unfairly by you. No. This time all that ual frustration was from his side. You said your no and he asked desperately when he noticed you like it too though, he knew and allowed you to say your no again. Because he knew there was no such an agreement that guaranteed him a yes.*

*he nodded once as he stared intently to your body. But that makes two of us. Even Taehyung didn’t expect to be on his knees, in typically a subservient position eating you out. But here he was. Doing the unthinkable. And as you moaned so loudly, the vibrations of your moans vibrating his own mouth against your shuddered body. Clearly he was enjoying his actions and as you move to your breaking point, he smirks against your hole. His twitched. . He needed to enter these two nicely spread cheeks soon or he’d without any heat around his . Oh but how unfortunate he made you such a loud mess and he couldn’t see your face and those delicious tears*


*but everything changed just like that for him. Disobedience did that. Lying did that. Breaking agreeements did that. Breaking his trust did that. And maybe that’s why it hurt very much putting everything that happened altogether. Everything just piled on and on until that final string. Doing something he told you not to do. Just as his he stopped when you begged him to. Just when he adjusted your pleasure and pain to match with the rules guided to him. You didn’t give any of that mutual agreement back. You left him to dust. He thumbs away your tears as you cry. But this time he didn’t feel for your tears. Too consumed in his own figurative ones aka that sad sad feeling.* I am not changing my mind hoseok… *his voice sounded dry and strained.* this is your punishment.

*at you not wanting to eat, he sighs. He planned to leave after you ate, making sure you were taken care of. So at your refusal, he huffs.* alright but you will eat the rest when you wake up. You will need it to get better. *he nods getting up before putting both of our food’s in the fridge. He didn’t know how to cover them so he put the lids on the containers and placed them inside the fridge as is. When he returns, already planning to sleep next to you thinking he’ll leave once you finish eating, you ask for him to stay, he nods slowly and solemnly before pulling your back to his chest as he spoons you. This was his favorite position. Holding hoseok’s body and heart to his own. Warmth. He stared at your slowly rising and falling body as you easily fall asleep. He stares circling a hand around your shoulder then down your arm as he rests his head on his propped up hand. Eventually his eyes too start blinking. He tries to keep blinking himself out of his sleep everytime his eyes slowly closed. He was afraid. Once he fell asleep, you’d be gone. Or worse. He’d lose you again. But his propped up hand slowly starts to lower until finally his eyes fluttered shut and his breaths slowed. His outer hand had now stretched across your frame to hug you. Like he hugged his dakimakura. This time it was a human being. A human being that keeps on making his life so difficult for him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.*

*He welcomes it. He welcomes the despair.*

@Lord V *Hoseok already have decided to try to befriend you. Not only because he wanted to, but also, he thought you are cool and actually nice, and you shouldn't be alone. What he didn't know was the fact that you did it all because you wanted him as his pet. He started planning how he can introduce you to his group of people and what you would actually enjoy doing with him. What could be the best place to visit, your favorite food, movie type. There is a lot that he still needs to find out about you for it to work, but it was an exciting process for him. To see all the shades and colors of you and your soul. the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a pretty smile as he thought of a way to surprise you, looking at you with a small glint in his eyes.* Maybe a Greek god, since you are handsome like one? What would your specialty be? *He rested his chin on his bent wrist, squinting and eyeing you critically. His nose wrinkled up playfully, and he puckered his lips. Ananke... *He whispered, tilting his head to the side.* ... goddess of inevitability, compulsion, and necessity. An inevitable divine force. *Hoseok explained, then he straightened up, tapping his fist lightly against his outstretched palm, as he ponders.* Achlys...? Goddess of the eternal night? Since you are a night owl? Or... potentially you are Eros himself, the winged god of desire? Lust? *Hoseok leaned slightly, his lips, before he giggled, smiling at your face.* We both know what that mouth can do hmm?

Oh? But why? He is no longer bothering me? It was a long time ago. *His slander wrist waves, rejecting the idea. He was not a revengeful person. He was hurt, yes, but in the end the lives goes on, and now he no longer cared. It's just the experience.* He dogged a hole for himself anyway, and the rest of his high school life was bad enough. *Your expression changed, and the smile brings back Hoseok's own, and he reached out to touch your lips with his fingers.* Something about you... thank you, for offering. It means a lot. *His finger moved up, patting your nose as a “Thank You”.*

*Everything changing so suddenly, progressing quickly. Just a few more minutes ago you were chatting about past and Greek's god, and now he was in your arms kissing you so hard and passionately, giggling at a song that so perfectly matching you. Weirdly, he didn't mind that.* The song, it's matching your master self so good. Since you do know how to and be the 'bad boy'. *He explained, with another breathy giggle that turned in to a moan. But he didn't dragged it anymore with the 'no committing part'.*

*You wanted to sink together, but that was the most scary part for Hoseok. He could only do it, if he feels secure, his feelings needed to be accepted, and returned. How can he lose himself in other person not feeling anything but desire? It was scary. Alluring but frightening his loving soul and heart. What if you break it, break him. His poor mind and body? What if you leave him after with aching, growing feelings that can only be rejected? He will have to rebuild every wall, set new boundaries, more strict one and forget you. You have potential to make him fall in love. *

*He nodded, gently letting himself just feel, letting himself sink just a little in that dark desire. Taste your needs and see if there was a way for him to give you what you wanted.* I want to see how much I can take for you. * Shy whispered, answered your words, as he kisses your lips gently.* I trust you. I trust that you will respect them, or at least told me that you want to try a bit more.

*The whole spanking went better than he expected. He actually enjoyed himself even after his skin was already red and sensitive increasing the pain. You knew what you were doing applying pressure, and massaging it out. Your fingers playing with his hole as he relaxed under it. Whimpers and his soft crying and filled the room, but he brave counted each and every single one. Your gentle reminders that he needed to breathe, in and out, calming him. He was turned out by his own noises, so shamelessly. By your touch and each spank. It was new but weird. Different from the library so much different.*

Um... I think I am *He did not expect you to follow his advice and actually do kiss it all better. What he meant was maybe just a peck or two, placed on the red spot, and not that you would actually eat him out. He was loud, gripping his chair, his whole head spinning. With each of your tongue he was sure he will break, fall over and lost his mind in pleasure. He was calling your name and nickname, whimpering for his master to stop to give him a break, it was all too much. Pleasure tugging on his poor, tired body, making him dizzy, and when he was sure that he will just like that, you finally stopped, leaving him there, aching for more, but glad for a break, tasting himself from your mouth, with another soft whine.*

*Precisely why he did what he did with you. He wanted to give you pleasure. To make you feel like he was feeling. In his dizzy state it made sense, he wasn't aware of the disobedience, and that it would make you so mad. He was fragile and in desperate need to make you feel good. Your sudden anger scared him, and he couldn't form a sentence, explanation. In current state he just didn't understand why you refuse to take a pleasure he wanted to give you.*

*Maybe on a different day, when his mind wasn't so sleep-deprived and barely working he would see the error he made. He would notice the tear and state you were in. But he couldn't, he pushed him, making him , as he openly cried now, unhappy that you didn't want to take him like he needed you to. Suddenly he was tired, weaved down, like he was swimming in dense liquid, barely able to move his limbs around, not to mention moving it in a coordinated way. He barely even reacted when you untied him, cleaned him up, letting you handle the tired body. Hoseok could barely keep his eyes open, and the smell of food make his stomach turn uncomfortably, and he shook his head lightly. Too much. It was too much.* Later... nauseous. *He weakly explained, his eyes closing and his head falling over, but before he falls asleep, he whimpered, his hand reaching into your direction.* Stay ... with me...?

@jung hoseok [1/2]

*Taehyung didn’t do anything more anymore. You clearly didn’t think it was even a worry while he did. And his exhaustion peaked. Risk it for all he cares. Die for all he cares. You’d regret it yourself. He continued into his quiet anger, saying that in his mind when he would really regret not having you in this world.*

*of course it wouldn’t be enough to change your mind. Taehyung never planned for or meant to be friends with you. Even now he doesn’t know exactly how to. But was what Taehyung wanted what hoseok wanted? Most likely not. So yet again, you’d doubt Taehyung’s desire and rightfully so. He was never the right one for your romance craving self.* so you think I am somewhat of a god? Hm…how interesting… *but outside of that Taehyung just focused on what he was doing… *he was growing quieter. Isolating himself and shutting out the output.*

*he stared at you as you talked about that Quacksoo man. He was a bit stunned too. This was the first time we talked about something we both were interested in without it being for . He tried to not imagine those descriptions you gave him in disgust but the image of doing the same things hardened him. How despicable of himself. He knows. But he tries to focus on the actual perpetrator to not get too hard at that thought of forcing you down. You would look perfect. He’s so certain that he would. But once you gave him the Kakao of the perpetrator indirectly, suddenly he saw red. A y action connected to a face. Easily, he memorized that number. Maybe thanks to his now very sharpened stalking skills.* I see… well *he turns to you with a slight smile despite the glassy eyed smile clearly thinking of other things.* let’s make sure this human learns his lesson…shall we…?

*this stark contrast of how he shows affection versus your possibly own expectations of how you’d want to be appreciated and shown affection to. It might cause a deep crack in the two’s progress. But whatever that gap was, it would prove that Taehyung didn’t have anyone for himself later down the road. That even this pining for hoseok was only his one-sided need. Hoseok didn’t need Taehyung- not in the way Taehyung needed hoseok. /no one/ needed Taehyung the same way he did.*

What’s funny? *he pulled away lightly against your heart shaped grin as he rolled your along his crotch. He noticed how you smirked against his lips after one of the lyrics though he was more paying attention to the beat of the music to catch the situational irony of it. He kisses you a bit less intense so you could answer him but still making sure you were rolling and grinding against him even if not as hard. He wanted to know what was making his hoseok not present with him right now as he looked at your face from the side with a confused blank expression.*

*the taller lifted a brow when you ask for the number five. He expected you to ask for less than that; most likely a three when you said he can but just not too hard. So that intensity, at this time in your beginning phase? After his subtle lifted brow, a small smile enters between his lips. Exquisite. So very exquisite. Why then. Why were you always refusing him? He just didn’t understand. Most likely he never would understand you. He tried to grip your chin to look at him with your innocent eyes.* do not worry, Hoseok. You can always tell me if it’s a bit much. But I do believe you will enjoy this. *he kisses your lips to praise you though again, you probably still thought he didn’t even care.* But if this is how you think…Hoseok, do you trust me? *he his lips slightly.* it is alright if you are honest. It means I will need to close the gap of your learning curve. Why I ask this: Hoseok you must tell me anytime you panic. We do not want you to hyperventilate as situations like these do tend to happen to both beginners and experienced partners if they lack enough trust in their partners. So I will ask again: do you? Do you trust me enough to not break past the limits you’ve handed to me?

*Given the number, he altered the intensity of his planned actions a bit more. Intensity not only meant pain. But pleasure as well. The more pain, the more pleasure he’d need to make sure you enjoyed yourself. Usually he’d add just slightly a bit more pain than pleasure so one would be in tears. But well, you’re a beginner so he decided to keep both the same amount so your fear would be quelled and both would be cancelled out. So instead of a white handprint for most of the time before moving to pink, because your intensity request, it took a quicker time to get to pink. And your body lurched slightly forward because of his impact, already tinging his rough large tanned hands.*

*Taehyung had watched after the first spank how you yelped. ing perfect. He tried to calm his own breathing down as you hold onto what you could to not lurch too forward. But he didn’t expect when he was still temporarily prodding your hole as the number of spanks increased that you’d want to speak. Your master for a night lifts a brow. Oh? Then he grins. How could you be even more y. He d harder at your cheek as a reward but also because he wanted to lease your y self.* glad you know for later. But do not worry. There is a different pleasure to not using live and just waiting for the body to cave in. Especially these actions I am doing currently to you will not require it. But I am pleased to know that in the future. I shall keep the locating in mind for your reward, Hoseok.

*The more it started to sting even a little more than usual, his other hand that was groping your back had moved down. Down and down until as you lurched forward by the spanks, his finger started to prod longer into your hole. He kept his index finger in your hole all while caressing the sphincter muscle with his thumb. He didn’t make the future spanks any harder than the beginning but what probably did hurt was the fact that the same amount of skin was being spanked again and again. That caused most of the pain you felt now. The more spanks, the more his index finger teased and teased, twisting his finger left and right until he commanded.*

Relax and breathe *then he continued teasing it as the muscle finally expanded and he could insert his finger even further into you without it being forced. Just like how you’d need to wait for your body to be ready before forcing yourself to go to the bathroom. Except now it was the opposite way, relaxing your hole to take something in it. With just one finger he didn’t need the lube. Not to mention, the way your muscles felt once the soft tissue relaxed against his finger* Good job hoseok. We are almost done. Don’t forget to breathe. One more. *And as he kept now squelching one of his fingers deeper inside of you around the part of the tissue that was relaxing to the foreign object inside of you, he spanked that now red area once more. This time instead of rubbing the pain away like he’d been doing for the previous spanks, he watched your body shudder. The reddened skin was loud. No true shape of a handprint since again, it was only a level five. But it was a pattern of pink as your soft barely tanned skin compared to his surrounded those pink splotches. He lets the sting of the last spank linger before he made you stand up. As he slid your bottom clothing past your calves down your expanse of skin completely then tugged it off you, at your trembling he held you by the waist. He wasn’t going to let you fall. He stood there and looked at you, his large hand still on your waist.* are you okay hoseok? *and if you weren’t, he’d wait a bit more until you were. Then when you were he’d pull you back onto his lap, praising and making out with you while groping at your now pinkened cheek. He takes your nod as fact.* alright then baby.

*but when you whisper how he should kiss you better as he d at your pink cheek, he chuckles.* you’re right. How rude of me. *then he lifted you off his lap before ushering you towards the chair.* use the cushion baby. It will be support. Then for the first time he was the one to bend his knees as you bent over. His large hands held your waist as he thumbed at the cheeks before and biting at the warm flesh. Also massaging your cheeks as he does so. He tried to stop the sudden urge to smack you again and instead pulls your hole to his mouth, now tonguing at the muscle while massaging your other cheek. His tongue slid in and out of your hole as his muscle stretched your own muscle. Cold wet but strong as it slid to places a long finger couldn’t reach. He pushed your cheeks up with his hands then massaged as his tongue ed deeper and deeper into you. At this moment he was still so overly taken by you. You your moans, your expressions. Your body. *

*What he didn’t know is you’d disobey him yet again and he’d be forced to stop as a master who stayed to his word so subs would learn. After he stopped stretching you with his tongue hr stood slowly back around commanding* turn around. Here. You taste so sweet *before he let you taste yourself on his tongue, making you moan as he now gently turned us around and guided you back down to the ground as he sat.*

@jung hoseok [2/2]

*he was angry. Furious. He felt so betrayed. Just like all his pets who disobeyed him when he explicitly told them not to. They always found themselves under Taehyung losing the last of their consciousness. The master truly was ruthless. Especially to pats who didn’t know their place. Sometimes choking. Sometimes bleeding. Anything could happen in this state of his. But why was that happening now? Taehyung gripped the other to look at him, to answer him. You didn’t. Even through those delicious teary eyes that were hardening his . He’s sure if he wasn’t already so hurt by hoseok for betraying his trust when Taehyung himself did no such things, Taehyung would’ve given what the other wanted. Choking and ing the other against the bed, giving himself all the pleasure of seeing how swollen your lips were and those tear streaked eyes as his own large length would expand your stomach then deflate it from how angry he could be.*

*but alas. No. Taehyung was just sad. Like previously when you wouldn’t listen to him to think it serious to close the door or the fact you called him a friend. Especially because you called him a friend. Instead of a potential master. It was too much for him to even revert back to his usual ways. He glared at you, the pain very loud in his own eyes. The way his eyes showed pain was weird. It was wild betrayal. That kind of feeling of pain. It looked like anger but was wildly sadness mixed with anger. Even the way he said ok but you were not going to get a reward was in a very dejected manner. How could you even be his potential sub if you can’t even obey him in bed? Like his “the one” sub would have been able to? And why did he still even want you even after you disobeyed and hurt him? He was just too sad at that fact that now he’s seeing this deliciously teary eyed hoseok but he can barely feel the lust he had. Instead he can’t feel anything but sad himself in the front. Unlike when he’d feel angry, this was different.*

*he holds you in his arms, your back against his chest and his back against your bed’s headboard as he you to . He’s kissing you sadly, kissing your skin sadly. What is this terrible dreadful feeling? This was different than just feeling empty. Then suddenly, a warm wet down your shoulder. Just one. But he stays pretty quiet because even he was still unaware. If his pets betrayal cause blind anger and insanity with blood pools and lost lives, his hoseok’s betrayal caused blind sadness and depression with soft tears he didn’t know where they were coming from. When was the last time he even felt sadness? He couldn’t even remember. But he tied you. You couldn’t touch his hair* No hobie hyung… *After you came, with a dry voice holding back, he dabbed at the weird feeling on his face. Only one tear from his eye that he stared at in confusion like it was such a foreign thing before he rubbed it away like it was an eyelash. Then he began to untie your hands and clean you up before placing you back onto the bed, covering you by your blanket as he stayed clothed*

*he lifted your body to sitting position next to him and had reached over you to get your beef chilli. He wasn’t hard anymore, still overwhelmed by whatever abundant sadness that was before.* here… *he tries to focus on the taking out the chopsticks from your beef chili bowl before he turns and starts to feed you.* Finish eating

@Lord V *Hoseok didn't pursue the subject of his so 'irresponsible' leaving the door open any longer. Being scolded over such a small thing so thoroughly. He only nods, looking down and focusing on his food. It was still his life not yours, and as far as he knew, you don't have a good reason to be this worried over him. If he gets hurt he will only blame himself and no one else. Thus dropping the topic was the best option, this way he will not ruin the mood even more. *

Maybe it's Taehyung complex? I think I mentioned that I don't really believe in god. *He teased back, taking another bite and leaning back to smile at you. While he munches on his food he observes your changing face when you were lost in your thoughts for a moment. You had a hard time swallowing the word 'friend', he noticed it. Which was interesting and suggest that you do in fact care in a way he doesn't yet understand. But it was not enough to change Hoseok mind just yet.*

Oh, about Kwangsoo? It was last year of high school, we had some classes together, he approached me first, and we started talking. Nothing really serious it lasted for a few weeks, and he asked me on a date. Typical cinema date but he asked me to come to his house after because he needed help with biology and thought that since I'm in advance class for that subject I would be able to help. My naive self didn't catch up on that. *Hoseok cringed at his young self, a bit annoyed and embarrassed by that fact.* Once we were in his room he kissed me. It was okay I guess. I was sure that would be it, since you know first date, we were both new to this whole 'dating boy thing'. But no, I was wrong, he pushed me on his bed, and kept kissing me, putting his hands under my shirt. I tried to push him away, but he was stronger, so that didn't work out, and he started pushing his hands inside my pants, and I firmly told him to stop, but that dumb told me that he deserve it after such a nice date. *He rolled his eyes, recalling the scene.* He kept going, I was angry, and kicked him in the balls, or more like kneeled it when he tried to get on top of me, so when he was curled from pain I just picked my things and left, blocked him everywhere. After that I started to ignore him in school. To get my attention he tried to spread some false rumors about how he ed me on our first date, how ty I am, and easy. *He shrugged, but ugly frown marred his face* I was liked in high school, known too since I was member of a school board and dancing competitions, and charity event, you name it. I was that active, charming student everyone knew. People didn't really believe him, no one actually even knew that I swing the other way. It also backfired when I instead of being angry and upset I told everyone that, 'yes, unfortunately we can't be together because that short can't satisfy my ty '. *A devilish grin spread on his face, and he giggled.* Now it sounds so silly, but at that time I was stressed, last year, choosing a college, I didn't want some weird rumor to ruin my changes or anything, so I told my sister, and she slapped him. Hard. That was it, he stopped. I meet him once on campus here, year ago I think...? when he saw me he tried to talk to me, but I turned the other way and avoided him, but he is not studying here. I checked just to be sure, uhm... *He couldn't remember the place, so he picked up his phone and quickly scrolled to his blocked contacts on kakao.* Yeah, his university is close, but it's not ours. * He nodded and then showed you his profile.* I did unlock him once, after graduation to check, and he sent me a hundred or so texts, so I blocked him again. And that's the story.

*Any touches mattered for Hoseok. Yes, his friends often leaned on him, or hug him or pat his shoulder, but he actually never kissed anyone like that. It was an intimate gesture, full of affection and gentleness which highly contrasted with the way you were usually handling him. That's why moments when he just could be his gentle self mattered. To be able to hold you this way. You didn't even know how special it was. Maybe because Hoseok didn't know how hook-ups worked. That typically you wouldn't touch other person like that if it was just . It was never just that for him. But you both didn't yet discover things like that about each other. Just one of many way Hoseok would give his love to his partner. *

*He noticed, the slight change after he gave you permission. How your grip tightened on him, and how you completely overpowered him, and he wasn't sure if that something he enjoys. It was hard to wrap his mind around this idea, the way you needed that power to feel satisfied, and how empty Hoseok felt after that. The was great, the pleasure was great, but the lack of connection... if this continues it will be the problem. Because he knows exactly how much emotional and loving he is. He will want more and more, and you won't like it. So for now he was content with this. With his refusal to your proposition. It makes him feel a bit more secure. Like he could protect his own heart from being broken. What he didn't know however, was the fact it was too late. Since his heart secretly yearned for you, interested in you and wanting to know more and get more. *

*As he rubbed himself against, kissing you hard like you wanted, he listened to music, almost snorted at the phrase about being a bad boy that knows how to , because that's exactly what you are, hmm? Again, it amuses him with how much joy his agreement to spanking give you, but he didn't say anything about it, keeping this information for himself. * Um... five. Yeah, five it's in the middle and I don't know how strong and painful you can make it. *He answered, not able to hide that tint of fear in his voice. He wasn't a fan of pain, not at all. So of course he was afraid, but again, he wanted to trust you to see it. To not hurt him. *

*Hoseok followed your guidance, letting you undress him, and whispering a quiet 'ready'. It was something exciting that he was letting you see him in such a vulnerable position like that. And when you landed your first spank, he yelped, his hands gripping arm rest, and counted, his voice a bit harsh. It was not as painful, neither bad, which calmed his heart. He keeps counting every spank, whimpering openly as you go, when his now sensitive and red skin, make the pain last longer. But when you touched his rim, rubbing it he bit his lips to prevent himself from moving, because it felt absolutely amazing. * If you... * He gasped, trying his best to catch his breath.* need a lube... it's in the nightstand, second drawer... um.. *Fresh and only used once for that damn plug, but you don't need to know that. You continued your spanking, turning him into a whiny and needy mess. Stopping exactly when he wasn't sure if he couldn't take it anymore. Making his stand-up, removing his pants completely, while his leg trembled.* You should kiss it better... *He whispered against common sense, when he felt your touch, as you massage his sensitive skin.*

*Baby, does he like being called baby? He doesn't, even if just for this moment while you still need him. He definitely could be your baby during . So he shyly nods, answering that yes, it was nice, to make him feel a bit more special, as he slips back into your lap, now , feeling everything much more intensively than before.* I would... please. *He answered, but what you did with his hands was not enjoyable. He bit his lips, trying to hide how nervous it made him. You are once again taking all the control, and what if he pass out and fall? He could easily dislocate his shoulder like this, but he was too afraid to say anything. Your anger was much more terrifying. He kneeled before you, almost falling over, but catching himself, by resting his cheek on your thigh. Although the praising did smooth his worries, he was still a bit out. Hoseok wanted to give you pleasure, that was his goal. He did all over, only sometimes kissing it gently and lightly . The last gesture was supposed to make you feel nice and wet, and tease just a bit. He wasn't aware of the effect he had on you, or that the timing was bad. When you ask him to stop, he did, giving you the power back. Right now his head was spinning, and he was so out, confused which also turned him more fragile, and he sniffed, trembling in your arms and muttering a quiet 'sorry' and when you gripped his chin, so harshly his lower lips trembled as he repeated it. *

*When you laid him and started to him he whines, his hands slipping into your hair gently pulling it.* I want you inside... please...

@jung hoseok [1/2]

*Taehyung would have lifted a brow if you really thought it was not a big deal. Frankly it would set him off. His waning anger from your adorable self would be no match for his anger from the possibility of losing hoseok just like that* what if those mistakes cost your life hoseok. One hour. One whole hour… *he was growing exhausted to keep this up. He wishes you’d just obey him. Understand he had your best interests at heart and trust him. Or at least be his slave hand and foot to just do it. But alas, he can’t. You’d be taking the risk. You’d be taking the risk and leaving him. What will he do without you? Would he even be able to feel even alive without you? He really doesn’t want to see your face because he’d only get angry again looking at it so he tore his gaze away and just lowered his head down to focus on the food he was preparing for us both.*

*taehyung smirks, still recovering from his anger.* so you /do/ possess a god complex… *teases with a dark hum. But when you indirectly give him hope, he hums nodding. He knows. He knows that you’ll get sad if you do not have your sister. Not that he truly would care if he had no choice. Whatever he needed to do to get you; he wouldn’t let anyone disprove. He would most likely make it seem like an accident. Though he knows that would be very inconvenient for him not to see you so happy, he would still have you regardless. But when you say your sister would mostly approve of him, he was relieved. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to be so drastic with your family members.* then let’s hope we would… *but then his throat swallowed. Dry. So dry* friend… *he laughs almost a bit too evilly under his breath. Of course. That’s why. He clears his throat and looks away. Can he do it? Can he really be near you like this for so long? Maybe he’d need breaks. Maybe he’d need to kiss someone else, find a slave in someone else. At least so whatever inside of him that was feeling alive doesn’t break. That he could still be with you but also find something in another. This would be yet again more of his despair. Trying to look at others outside of you while still being near you.

*This ended up becoming another entity called Lord V’s past. And it did work for a while. Until lord V would come back. Taehyung would come back too- if you ever needed him. Maybe completely forget his affection for the other completely when you called for him. Even if years had passed and he’s established a legitimate relationship with the other. He would always come back because it was hoseok who made him feel truly alive. Also the other emotions too. Like truly sad as well.*

Tell me about this man. Quacksoo did you say? *he turns to you with icy eyes.* how did he force himself onto your body. What specific rumors did he spread. *it sounded more like a command than a question.*

*but he supposes you also had your own difficulties to figure out. Like thinking all he wanted was your body. An old fashioned way of thinking just because the kisses to his skin didn’t do anything for him. But well your boops did. And you being next to him without having to sit down on his did. Maybe it was peculiar to you but at least at this time, he didn’t think too much of those butterfly kisses. Or fleeting moments of warmth. He much preferred the long ones. Or the warmth of your body against him. Maybe even pressing his head into your shoulder. Something he could sink into. Or something unusual to him like the boops were. Touches that felt like they themselves mattered. The way you laced your hands into his hair completely being eaten by him. His tight grip on your waist yearning for you to tell him one day that you belong to him. Touches and kisses like these.*

*a somewhat slow song was already stopping and was transitioning to an even slower beat through the radio station Taehyung selected to play through your speaker. This time R&B. https://youtu.be/26fJC-hBYkU Taehyung tended to like songs with soul or songs that were from his favorite anime. But since the radio only would do either or, he had picked a chill radio station for us to eat to but not need to pay attention while eating. Well. That was before. But considering, we were eating each other’s mouths, the music from your speaker was now the loudest sound in the room rather than our chewing as he pulled you to his lap and didn’t let go kissing you. Then he finally asked you to touch you. He waited with baited breath. He could feel his throat dry at how nervous he was. Did he ask right? Was he pushing it too much? He didn’t know.*

*so when you gave him permission to touch him as the song had entered closer to its first chorus with a “is it bad that I never made love,” Taehyung grew rougher. He was all in. Even had started to keep pace with the song unknowingly. Not only was he keeping up with the pace but he was keeping up with the passion in the song too as he d you harder and harder close to him while thanking you for letting him touch you. Once he thanked you, even now, the way he gripped at your flesh had urged you to grind against him. He was gripping your pretty hips to grind your slowly but roughly across his crotch, letting the soft twang of the fabric of his pants pull then ricochet back against his bulge as he kissed you faster than your body rubbed against him “But I sure know how to , I’ll be your bad boy.”

*No. His pacing was normal. He didnt go too fast to just get to the . And now with the song continuing with a “cause I have some issues, I won't commit,” his pace should be even more clearer. He /too/ wanted to feel those pleasurable tingles as you d at his hair. To taehyung, good wasn’t just how the works. No. Good was the touches- both ual and non ual that could make an individual writhe in desire. The pleasure a sub would get. The pleasure a master would get. Even was important to him because it would heighten or prolong our ing sides, our release being much more worth it. As a master, it was an art he tried to perfect- more to please his subs than himself. But for you, he wanted /both/ of us to sink in it equally. Together. Well..that’s what he wanted but clearly, that’ll never happen on Taehyung’s side because of that fact you were not his to own so he couldn’t truly do everything. He had to keep asking permission. Which was not ideal for his own masterdom. Yes he would still ask if things were pushing our agreement. But he’d never need to ask for permission for even the minuscule things like simply just spanking. Or even touching. He’d just touch you knowing you were all his and you’d tell him yourself if he was on red code or black code. That way we could just focus on the pleasure and communicate with our bodies instead of stopping everything to communicate with our tongues.*

*when you even say okay to being spanked, he stares at your glittering eyes in awe as the song continues. “But at least I can admit that I'll be bad to you.” After kissing you trying to hide his excitement, he then asked you for your intensity limits.* very well. But…Pick a number from one to ten hoseok… one the least intense. Ten being the most. So I can make sure how intense or not as intense you’d want to be spanked *when you stared at him and stayed sat on his lap after picking your number, he chuckles softly. You were wrong. That first one wasn’t a spank, just a smack to admire your and how it gently tingled against his large hand as he d it. When he said “do you want me to spank you again..?,” he was actually referring to that time during the library. Do you want to be spanked like that again. But he couldn’t read your mind so after he shakes his head, he starts to lift you off of his lap to stand up. There was something even alluring by how innocent but almost curious or tolerant enough to try this with him you were. Oh how he wanted to taint your innocence. He couldn’t have your ity unfortunately but he could taint the remaining innocence you had left in yourself and claim it all for himself. The thought that an innocent thinking human would never be the same. Not only that but it was his own dear innocent hoseok’s thoughts that would never be the same. So much more better than any other human. He would be in terrible bliss even after you’d want nothing to do with him again. Would you even like him to stay over in your bed? He would like to. He wanted to stay with you for as long as he could.*

Hoseok, the proper way for me to administer spanks is right here Hyung *he patted his manspread thighs as if telling you to go ahead, bend over and lay on his lowered knees. Once you did, he started. He gently pulled the rest of your sweatpants and boxers off your legs as it slid off between your calf muscles. Just enough to expose your . It looked so adorable. So pale. So untouched. He palmed gently at it based on your intensity meter. He d and massaged as if getting you supple and ready. But also, as a master, he wanted to feed you the suspense pleasure. Get you excited.* once I start, the louder you count, the faster I will be pleased and reward you. *For it to be hoseok, his other hand even was sliding down your nape, gently massaging it and moving your small nape hair away to expose as much of your back neck as he could. He should’ve made you remove your shirt. He shouldve stripped you bare and or made you wear something revealing but pretty for him like a true slave of his would be.*

@jung hoseok [2/2]

*But baby steps. He let the music continue to sing and envelope his own pacing as his large hand close to your shoulders nestle in those back shoulder blades covered by your shirt. In this position, your already skinny frame looked so breakable. His other hand near your had slid down your cheek in anticipation. Then without warning. Smack! Just the right amount you asked for to get you in both pain but more pleasure. He admired how his hand printed slowly onto your cheek though just white.* beautiful hoseok. You are beautiful. *then another circling of your before going lower to your . He prodded his fingers to your rim but didn’t go inside. Not without lube he couldn’t. Which frighteningly, he didn’t expect this at all so he didn’t bring any for once. But still. Playing with your rim like this can give pleasure that mixes in with the post-pain from spanking. Smack! Again. The number depending on your intensity. Until he could start to feel a very slight tingle pain on his own hand as his hand was getting closer to turning your asscheek pink.* you are doing very good hoseok. *because you didn’t ask for too intense, he kept this type of pace, dividing by the number you picked, enjoying how he could hear your voice even after the last smack. Wow. You definitely could have been his rough diamond. He’ll be very saddened when we have to part. He would really.*

*after the spanks, before he pulled you back onto your knees to him, first he lifted you back to stand up as his hand that was spanking you pulled the remainder of your pants and boxers off that was falling down your calves. After they completely slipped down, that same hand raised higher to massage at your pinkened cheek. He d at the flesh before smiling at your hard and front. He gave you a bit of a reward by starting to you and pulling you back onto his lap. He enjoyed seeing your now legs straddle his clothed self. It was now very close to his ideal masterdom. He kissed you as he praised you between your stroking you.* good baby. Do you like that term, Hoseok? Or would you prefer another term of endearment? What can make this adorable man on top of me happy? *he smiled gently while stroking and pretty much covering most of your left waist with his large hands smoothing up and down your shirt.*

I think you are ready for the next round, beautiful. Would you like to please this master or daddy of yours? Come closer. To my chest. Now raise your hands straight up. When you obey, he pulls off your shirt off your head. But instead of throwing it on the ground, he pushed the front behind to your shoulders before making you stand up to observe how it looked. Your pretty hands. His body was in bliss. You didn’t look too delicate and baby like but even your hands were strong but fragile. He really liked that. After tying your wrists with the shirt, /now/ he ushers you to knee onto the ground, praising you while he does so.* you look exquisite like this, beautiful *he says as he gently grips your chin to look at him.* don’t be ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I really do believe you look magnificent. Otherworldly even *he made sure to keep you balanced as he kisses your lips one last time. He didn’t want any accidental injuries to come to you. Only purposeful ones before he pulls out his belt then his before beckoning you to .*

*why he told you not to and only ? There were two reasons. Yes it was to keep our going as a master. But if it was another individual, even he’d tell them to him. The bigger reason because he knew. If you started to him, he’d get hard too fast and then we couldn’t continue this exploration of your body like he wanted. As embarrassing as it was, you could make him so much faster, lose control much faster than he was supposed to. So he’d consider it very bad to disobey him when he commanded to not . You’d make him displeased for making him too soon- which was yet again a first for him in and of itself. Especially if you wanted him to you with his human body which was limited to inflating after due to the way males work. Not to mention he was completely pent up from not having hoseok at all that suddenly it felt too good. So if you want him to actually you, you had to obey completely word for word this time or he’d blow his load too soon before you could even get your reward.*

*so when his already hazy eyes suddenly felt your warm mouth completely wrapping around him and him after he /explicitly/ told you not to, he growled with a* hoseok! I told you not to…! *he clenched his jaw as he closed his eyes to let out a guttural moan. Even your mouth was too good. Too good to stop* …! No…no hoseok *he huffed trying to stop himself from or even reaching to push your mouth off of his already hardening head, but both of those actions were being proven difficult to do with hoseok.*

*luckily you /did/ stop. But he was already almost erect even with just that one that tingled down to his soul in a way he didn’t know was even possible. He growled. Clearly he was displeased at you as you panted against his lap. He thought he pulled you up gently with the pace of the song but he supposed it must be the anemia.* no. Bed is too good for you. I explicitly told you not to me. And what did you do? *he grips your chin angrily for you to look at him though something in him told him he really shouldn’t be scolding you when you were so close to passing out* tell me. What. Did. You. Do.

*but when you didn’t answer, his eyes grew tired as he lifts you onto the bed.* okay hoseok. We’ll use the bed. But you are not getting your reward. I hope you know that. By this you will know how deeply I dislike when I am disobeyed… *and with that, he straddles you. Still hard and bursting but instead makes himself lay on your bed head rest before placing you resting your back on his chest. Then he , slowly as he tiredly kissed down your neck, still hard between your now cheeks but doing nothing for himself. In a way by punishing you, he’s temporarily punishing himself too. But he can just go to the bathroom and take care of the rest later. More later, his pace quickened as precum dripped against your member and your skin. He swiped at the liquid and wiped it while massaging your and balls until he whispered against your ears.* for me hoseok.*

@Lord V *Hoseok was known for his laugh and giggles. Loud, uncontrolled, excited accompanied by pretty big smile. He jokes around a loud, giggling softy, hitting people's arms if they are close enough. He wasn't forcing this behavior, he was just a happy person in general. You have to worry when the smile is gone, his eyes grow serious. Usually it means he is mad or focused. But he was also testing your patience a bit, and when you sighed heavily, he smiled beautifully and innocently.* I know * He confirmed.* I will try to be careful next time, but you can't punish me for something so small, Taehyungie. I am my own person, and I am allowed to make mistakes and learn. *He shrugged after that and moved on from that topic, no akin to talk about this matter anymore. It really wasn't a big deal, and he will not treat it as if it was.*

Oh, my lord and savior, we were talking about family, didn't we? She is very important to me and I love her dearly. She is kinda like you, scolding me for stupid things, constantly warning about the dangers of this world. I wouldn't be who I am without her, and I am not sure if I would be able to smile if I ever lose her. We are each other best friends. *Hoseok smiled fondly, memories filling his head.* Once I told her about my unfortunate date with Kwagsoo who tried to force himself on me. It was right after my little coming out to her, the very next day she was waiting outside my school for me, and when she saw him there waiting for me too, she slapped him. 'Don't touch my little brother ever again!'. * He made a face, imitating her angry voice.* Needless to say, he never approached me ever again, but he did started some weird rumors about me... *He grimaced slightly, and his memory reminded him of the situation and how gross the text he got from him were. Luckily it was all in the past, he tilted his head to look at you, wondering.* ... you know, I think she may actually like you. You are protective, and you helped me, she may even team up with you, and tell you exactly how silly I can be. 'You need a responsible friend to hold you back sometimes!' *He imitates her voice once again, huffing, hands on hips.*

*It feels so good to be kissed and wanted by you as you hold his body so close. He was an affectionate lover, holding your head in his arms as he kisses your face. It was making him happy and satisfied, but also maybe just a little bit of hurt when changed the position so fast, not appreciating it as much as he would like, quickly overpowering him. Even if all he wanted to do was to hold you a bit longer, share the warmth and a few more kisses. Which also reminded him that all you wanted was and his body, nothing else. He forced that thought down, not wanting to ruin his mood, and decided to just enjoy what he can, and be sad and guilty later after you leave. *

You can, just not too hard... * He agreed, his head already spinning with want after the first one. Your touch was burning his skin. He rested his forehead on yours, looking deeply into your eyes. Quietly counting each spank, gasping and biting his lips, when a wave of pleasure hit him, his own now hard and in desperate need to be touched. Hoseok whimpered, when you spanked him for the last time, and closed his eyes, catching his breath. Just a moment so he could compose himself, before you pushed him down, on the floor. He couldn't use his hands, almost losing his balance, but he didn't complain, as you wanted, on the skin from time to time, and circling his tongue around the head until it was hard, then to tease you a bit he swallowed it slowly once and then pulled back, and looking up at your face curiously.*

*When you pulled him back up, so suddenly, his head spun and everything went black. He held onto your arm, trying not to fall, but the darkness didn't want to leave him, and he felt so weak, as he rested his pale cheek on your shoulder. The rush of blood, emotions and pleasure it started to overwhelm his weak, tired body even if his mind and well, still wanted this so badly. * Taehyungie... * He whispered, catching his breath, his heart racing in his chest.* I am not sure if I will be able to ride you... is a bed so bad?

@jung hoseok *he thought you were listening. He really hoped you were. Usually giggling during a serious conversation didn’t mean a person was taking another person seriously. Rather having a laugh at the subject. But by now he knew you tended to giggle at everything. Even when you were clearly peeved. Like when you gave your friend that pained expression. That was after laughing. And you even laughed right after giving that expression too. Why were you always laughing with your friends even when there was nothing truly funny did confuse him in the beginning. But he did enjoy those giggles either way as he had taken the prettiest shots he could from a distance of you and your giggles too. So rather than snapping at you like he’d usually do to anyone who didn’t take him seriously or wasn’t being serious, he exhales. Truly like the parent exhausted by another child’s failure to understand. He moves his head to meet your daydreaming eyes* look at me, hoseok *he squeezed your hand back a bit unknowingly.* I’m very serious hyung… *but then when you answer a sure with that nickname he had started to grow fond of the endearing way you say his name, he gives you a once-over as if trying to find any indication that you didn’t mean it before a little smirking smile entered between his lips. You were still too adorable to get truly mad at despite his glaring. But he tries to keep looking into your eyes.* I will personally punish you if you fail to heed my warning next time. *but he lets it go after that threat.*

As a servant to my lordship you must thank me, don’t you remember? So if I did think she could please me, you could offer her as collateral *still very playful referring to those two characters we had during our almost roleplay session as a servant and a lord.* but hm if that is so…Then exactly /why/ would you tell me about your sister? *it didn’t make sense to him for people to tell more than about theirselves unless it was to explain why they were themselves. He was no social person to be eager to know more than what mattered to him. And that was you. Not your sister. Not your mother. Only you. Well that was until you hinted that this sibling of yours could stop him from having you* ah…is that so… *his eyes grew colder. That meant that he’d have to kill your sister if push comes to shove and Taehyung couldn’t impress her the normie way. Instead of saying that, though, he only gave you a slight smile but his eyes were very icy.* well then…we can’t have that happen… now can we *the last part of his words were lower in his already very deep voice. Softer but eerie as well as he sipped at his soup while he thought of every possible option to remove this new obstacle. It was one thing if hoseok rejected him. It was another if someone prevented any other chances he could have of hoseok being with him. Even if it was casually like this without any . At least he could e to your touches and being near you. Since it felt he was alive when he did.*

*he only smirks wickedly at your boop, already seeing different methods of death behind his eyelids. Suffocation. Affixiation. Chemicals. Decapitation. Staging. Of course, he wanted hoseok happy. He did want a sane Hoseok next to him. But just in case…he had to plan ahead too didnt he? He smirked at the thought that a puny female could shake him. A jock could not. That group of jocks could not. How could your sister succeed.* Oh I don’t think you will need to worry hoseok- even if such a scenario did occur. *even now, /still/ he was dancing over the fact he wanted you to be his. Though it did catch him off guard that you brought it up instead, his sudden dire realization that your sister could possibly be an obstacle, and a very annoying one at that if he couldn’t win her over in the normal human ways, made him focus on her instead, failing to take in the fact that you just hinted you could want to actually be his in the future too.*

*he wasn’t sure if you’d kiss him back. You had every right to yet again . And he’d let you. But well. After your kiss, he couldn’t hold back his craving any longer. But should hoseok have expected this by now? Maybe so. It’s not like Taehyung ever stopped hoseok from touching him afterall or resisted it either. But whatever we did to become like this, Taehyung wouldn’t ask for anything else.*

*The younger was so pleased when you not only straddled his hips but gripped at them tightly like you wanted him close. He wanted you close too. It just is unfortunate that with our corporeal bodies, this is as close as we could get. With you, he wanted your soul to be completely wrapped by him. How. He’s not sure how but just that idea that if we didn’t have to have that space in between our chests, he’d loved to be formed and mixed with your essence. Similar to an amoeba or another type of single celled organism that could completely mate and phase together. Still he didn’t mind having a human body despite its limits of pleasure. Afterall as a human, he found ways to heighten the experience of ual pleasure without needing to phage or phase into one another.*

*He only kept pulling and pulling you closer as you pushed his hoodie down. He would chuckle at the fact of course you wanted to see his face more but he was , growling to eat all of you as you pushed his head back but he opposed your force by tilting his head pushing forward. His face was terribly flushed when all of his breath support had been knocked out of him. Another limit of the human body. It needed to breathe. He couldn’t just keep and doing everything without needing to come up for air. Without stopping everything. A problem he’s only aware of now with you. Two limits. He can’t touch and taste all of your surface area inside and outside and he had to stop even touching/tasting the little surface area he could just to keep from dying*

*while he was contemplating how inconvenient the human body really was, annoyed at needing to even breathe as he huffed trying to get his breaths back against your skin, you were very content with kissing his face. If he wasn’t so breathless he’d have questioned your attempt at kissing him without actually kissing his lips. What ual pleasure was /this/ supposed to fulfill? Then he remembered as he gradually stopped getting lightheaded and could think. That’s right. You were the affectionate type. And yes it did feel good. But he much preferred holding you close if non ual or that boop. Possibly even back hugging you and resting his chin on your head like he sometimes thought your floppy hair looked like a warm nest to settle in. Especially for his tall self but small enough face to randomly nod off in. Still. Taehyung doesn’t pay attention when you keep showering him in affection as he waited with baited breath.*

*when you give him permission and even start kissing him and pulling him by the neck, he parts his lips and pulls slightly away to express his soft gratitude* thank you, Hyung *then he kissed you fervently. His strong but slow motions, started to pick up a face as his hands easily d harder at your body. Possessive the way he your tongue in. He slides a hand up your shirt as his other hand grows lower to your , massaging then smacking your cheek lightly because that was exquisite. Then with his hand, he made you roll your along his now hardening bulge as he kissed you then as he pulled your sweatpants off your boxers then shorts, he parts against your lips* tell me hoseok. *kisses you harder* do you want me to spank you again..?

*if you said yes to spanking, he’d start to ask you what was your preferred intensity and reminding you that if you be good, he will divide the number of spanks you have- based on that intensity meter of course*

*then after spanking, given we were on a chair, with your hands behind your back, he’d make you sit down in front of him and him to semi hard. Not because that was too easy. Then after that he’d make you try to get him fully hard. With your hands still behind your back and unable to use them, you’d have to position yourself and use those pretty muscles of yours to lean in any direction to push down on him and ride him until he was completely erect. If you execute all of these tasks perfect, Taehyung would give you your reward by ing you good in whatever position you wanted*

*if you said no to spanking though, he’d make you just him the old fashioned way and then ride his the boring way too except he’s sure you’ll do good in it as you always do, pleasing him.*

@Lord V *He couldn't help but smile, doing his best to hold back a giggle while you keep scolding him. You were so serious, trying to remind him how dangerous it was. You were acting like a bit overprotective parent, trying to teach his child about the way of the world, while poor kid wanted to just go and have fun. Just like now, when you tried to scare him, his thoughts were drifting away, focusing on something else. Of course, he nods, making sure to show that, yes in fact you were right, and it will not happen anymore. * Sure Taehyungie. *He assured, reaching out to gently squeeze your hand, as if to show that he was still here. Something in your face was telling that you were serious, and even a bit scared of what could possibly happen which he greatly appreciated.*

Oh? But I never offered you anything, I just told you how similar we are, but let's skip the whole part about thanking her. She is fiercely protective of me, and if she thinks you're not worthy of me, or she doesn't like the way you treat me... you will be blacklisted and gates of hell will arise to take you when she will be done with you. *The smile you receive was playful, as his finger booped your nose lightly.* So be a good boy Taehyungie or my scary noona will kick your . *He wiggled his eyebrows at you but then giggled, and his hand patted your head.* But don't worry I will take care of your wounds after.

*There was something Hoseok did not expect. Your reaction to his kiss. What supposed to be playful and teasing turned into very passionate, hot and long kisses that left him trembling with burning desire. He couldn't breathe, his head was spinning. You pulled him into your lap, so effortlessly, and he slipped in, locking your hips in between his knees.*

/More, more, more, oh please I beg you for more./

*Hoseok pulled your hoodie down, purring into your mouth in contentment as he was now able to slide his hands into your soft hair. His chest pressed against yours as he lifted himself up slightly, tilting your head back and kissing you harder, following your tongue and your lips. When you finally parted, he didn't moved away, holding your head in his arms, as he places kiss after the kiss on your cheek up till he reached your eyebrow. He sighed softly, resting his cheek against your forehead and enveloping you in his arms even more. When you asked, your tone so uncertain and quiet, unsure, he moved to let you look at his face. He waited with his answer, nuzzling your cheek with his nose, as his lips brushed against yours.* You may touch me. *He whispered, as you could feel his warm breath on your lips, and then he kissed you again, and a hand slid down to the back of your neck to pull you closer.*

@jung hoseok *Suddenly those chopsticks pressed softly at your lips. He his own at the thought before quickly averting his eyes to yours. Why were you so reckless. It was enough to keep his anger.* That was an hour back hoseok. You kept the door open for a complete hour and expect me to be content with this? You do not know how wicked humans can be, hoseok. A stalker could have snuck into your room unnoticed and kidnapped you and done horrible things to your body. Unspeakable things, Hoseok *how ironic for him to talk about stalkers.* or even a robber would. Maybe even that friend would take advantage of your sleeping state to steal as well. Rhonda like these do happen. /never/. I repeat. /never/ do that again. No matter /how/ safe you feel, you will /not/ keep the door ajar for no longer than five minutes and that is if you are even /remotely/ close to the door to see it. Have I made myself clear, Hyung. *it was a demand not a question anymore.*

*maybe talk of his past can be for another day. You were already sick afterall. And not to mention, there was only a feeling of emptiness when he thought about his past. If you ever mentioned specifically about his parents in everyday conversation though, you would most likely get a clear reaction. And maybe it was better not to ask about him in general. At least not if you wanted to get to know his true self rather than his past.*

Oh? So here you were planning to give me a taken woman? How cruel of you hoseok *pretends while scrunching his fist on his chest with a natural pained expression* I thought my servant had this lord’s best interests at heart! *then after a rectangular grin, he calms down with a small smile.* but if she really is that strong and loves her power, we are clearly very incompatible. But do give my thanks to her for buying you that device *he would add how it was a treat taking you without preparing and more and more details to praise your y body.*

*But it was clear, even with his playfulness, he was trying to dance around that time. It was that time that made hoseok run away. He didn’t know why exactly, but because we could not be close it was just better not to make waves in our finally comfortable small and threatening to evaporate puddle of watery hope. To Taehyung he thought we were teetering. Even being able to eat with you was almost a miracle to him after your blatant ignorance for almost more than two weeks, turning into close to a month if he really counted the days.*

*but whatever hesitance he had was suddenly washed away by what you did next. Taehyung stiffened as out of nowhere you had not only pressed his lips to his but entered your tongue in. He couldn’t call that one of your now infamous to him thank you kisses. Suddenly everything he had been holding back burst forward. He didn’t know that you were doing it to sneak an early taste of his food before the ten spoons, which mind you that was still disobeying him. But you’re lucky he didn’t notice that. So when you did kiss him like this, Taehyung gripped tighter around hoseok’s waist and pulled you gently onto his lap. He didn’t let you even explain that you had done this to taste his food because your mouth was full of him and his own tongue. He was only focusing on what was happening in front of him and taking advantage of it.*

*His mouth and tongue had continued to and at your lips. He attacked your lips so fervently he didn’t let you breathe. He was dehydrated. Thirsty. Hungry for you. All of your body and essence. Even if he had to kiss it all out of you. Even if he had to be the one to every drop of essence out of you. His large right hand, after positioning you on his lap had d your black locks and caressed your chair as he tilted his head and even harder against your lips, softly until he couldn’t breathe yet again for being so avid and not pacing himself as he panted against your lips, staring into your eyes with glazed over eyes.*

*Being this close to you, he couldn’t think. He couldn’t even remember why he wasn’t supposed to do this. He couldn’t remember that this will not give him what he wanted. That he will never have hoseok’s own soul to control and take possession of as a master. That because of that fact, he shouldn’t have kissed you because he’d always ever be conflicted with wanting all of hoseok only to have just your body. But he couldn’t be that wise. Not after craving this exact sensation for the longest time he’s ever remembered feeling this empty and soulless. And certainly not after right now where all he wants to consume you. Even if it ends in your rejection. Even if this is yet another one night stand. He’d accept anything to be like this with you again. He’d accept that despair.*

*with his deep breaths calming down, he looked up at you. The room was already dim so your eyes seemed that they sparkled against his intense gaze. But now things were quiet. He had to breathe and missed his opportunity to maybe do a bit more than just kissing. But no. He didn’t want you off his lap. He didn’t want you ever off it of course. But definitely not now. Flitting his eyes back and forth, he uttered quickly* hoseok I understand if you don’t want to be my pet or anything like that. I really do. But Hyung, we both want this right now dont we? So *he bit his lip and looked up into your eyes* will you allow me to touch you for tonight?

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*if you said no to him touching you tonight, he’d look down dejectedly but then check how far along you were with your dinner. If you were done, he’d take that time to leave in order to take care of himself with all of his pictures of you and the images and touches he had of you in this room tonight. If you were still not finished with your dinner however, he’d ask if you could give him some time to take care of himself before walking to your bathroom to do so and returning anew ready to attend to your non-ual needs.*

*if you said yes to him touching you tonight, this room would be filled with moans and groans as Taehyung would please your body. Most likely by ing on this chair lest you asked to be ed somewhere else. Because you were not his, he’d constantly ask you if this kink was fine, if this position was fine, if he was being too rough, if you wanted to stop that specific kink or position and more questions as it would be your pleasure that should be prioritized over his.*

*Also if you did say yes, well now would start our unspoken agreement for Taehyung to always take care of you when you so as exhibited any behavior that indicated you wanted Taehyung to touch you. Desperate eyes. A kiss similar to today. Maybe even just if you were hard and made your eyes plead for him discretely if in public. However if it was only Taehyung who wanted it and not you too, he could not do anything with you since you were not his. it would have been seen as overstepping his bounds if you were forced to please another when you clearly didn’t want to nor displayed proper consent to want to. So Taehyung would have to wait hand on knees for these opportunities to hoseok the human being who was not his, yes.*

@Lord V Hmm? *He looked up, huffing at the hair that was covering his eyes, so he could look at you properly. Then he tilted his head to the side, thinking, lightly poking his lower lip with a chopstick, unconsciously.* An hour ago maybe? I texted you the moment I was left alone. He walked me all the way back, wrapped me in the blankets and left. Oh, and he told me about you and how you helped me.

*He observed you and the way you stilled when he mentioned your family. He started to wonder, curiously. Was there a bad story? But he couldn't ask, at least not now, but Hoseok did hoped it's not a tragic story. That you actually had someone who took care of you, give you some kind of love. But you weren't sad, and the smirk you gave me was confident, with no sadness hiding behind it. He rolled his eyes at your words, snorting loudly and then covering his mouth when he started giggling.* We only look similar, but my sister would kick your . She likes to be in charge, and have power. Her fiancé is the most patient man I ever met. Surprisingly I can talk with her about everything, she was actually the one who went with me to buy that plug, when I finally admitted that I am gay. She told me 'this is important, and you need something that will remind you of it' and when I wanted to buy myself a bracelet, or ring or anything relatively normal she smacked me with a pillow and told me 'you need a plug bro', it supposed to be a joke, but we went out and bought it. She is a bit shameless, but she is the most supportive sister. She is the storm, the element, the force while I... *He pointed to his chest with a gentle smile.* I'm traveling through a world little by little. Slow with no hurry. I'm just here and now.

I'm sorry, but the food is sooo good. Try it yourself! *Something came over him. He wasn't sure what exactly, but he gently set the food on the night stand and pulled you closer, kissing you. He didn't close his eyes, as his tongue slipped inside touching you, letting you have a taste. It lasted for a few second before he moved away as if nothing happened, his own lips.* Mhm, the chicken soup taste amazing too. * He decided, nodding to himself with a smile, and focusing back on his food. His cheeks were a bit pink, but he realized that he was no longer afraid as he once was in the library and even if 'the contract' was still out of question, he was comfortable around you. You helped him, you came with food. You cared enough. *

That was a gift, when I got into university. Noona thought that since I am always moving I would like to practice in my own room too, so she bought it for me. *He informed you slightly lisping and swallowing the last spoonful of food. He put down the empty container and leaned back, resting on his bed and once again lying down. His hand slipped under his shirt (which gave you a perfect opportunity to stare at his skin, but it was not planned), rubbing his belly so full of food, his eyes closed, as he listened to your music with a gentle smile. After a while he stretched his arms above his head, not bothered by a shirt that raised up even higher with every movement, while his hands started to dance to the rhythm of the song, as he also hummed along.*

@jung hoseok *he blinks when you thump his forehead. Only you could do that without displeasing him. He hums and a brow.* and how long ago was that, hyung?

*he stops chewing when you brought up his family or anything from his past. He heard the sound of the waves then felt the crumbly sand. That was all. He barely remembered so it was an ill executed topic. But then when you add on about your sister, he smirks turning to the frame then to you with still glassy distant eyes from before* what? Because she looks like you, do you plan to give me your sister then? *grins* I am very picky with who I select. Therefore I will need her likes and dislikes and her limits in the bedroom before I even can /remotely/ consider her to be fitting not even to be my exclusive slave but even just a simple pet. Are you comfortable with asking of her of these things, Hoseok? *it was meant to be a joke but maybe because of his awkward self it was a crass one.*

*as he ate, his ears perked up at the moan before turning to you. He was glaring in hunger but also suddenly very very peeved that you were this alluring even by simply eating. Maybe this was a mistake. Could he even hold it in for this long? New questions he had never needed to answer. As a master he always could. But knowing how you taste. He his lips unknowingly as he scolded you.* you’re welcome but Hoseok Hyung, Is it /necessary/ to make such sounds while taking a bite?

*he turned to where you pointed the speaker was and lifts himself to stalk forward to the device before examining the material. Without meaning to, he was caressing the speaker material. He is touching something hoseok touches. Then he remembers hoseok is behind him and opens his phone to the Bluetooth app* I see, you’re not poor as you have a proper speaker, Hyung. Is this the Bluetooth connector? *shows it to you.*

*eventually with or without your instructions, he is able to connect to his music which is really just the radio as he lets both the old and the new music of today play as he nods while eating. Now he feels better. It’s not eerily silent like how it feels inside his head.*

@Lord V I am not lying! *He huffed, making a face at you.* I was in bed, but I got up to dress up. *He lifted the blanket up to show you the gray sweatpants.* I was only in my boxers before, and I changed my shirt to not smell like a nurse's office. * He scrunched his nose at the memory. Hoseok dislike doctors and hospitals. Maybe because he hates needles, he was glad that he was unconscious when nurse took his blood this time. He didn't need additional stress like that.* It was closed by my friend, I am sure because he did it with so much force by accident because he was late for lecture. *He reached out to gently flick your forehead.*

*Hoseok could feel your gaze on him. Piercing dark eyes, almost eating him. He tried to not mind, not think about it. Not to focus on the way his body warmed up instantly with want. Hoseok forced that feeling away, hide it. It's not like he could do something anyway. That proposition was still in his mind, he still was a bit scared of that. Of the expectations he would never be able to meet. *

Oh, what about your family? *He asked carefully, not sure how to approach the topic without being intrusive and rude.* My sister is female version of me, we have the same smile, same eyes, it's like we are twins, but she is older. *He pointed at the framed pictures standing on his desk, one with his parents and his sister, and other one with only him and Jiwoo, while she is trying to pick him up. He is obviously much younger on the photograph, his hair still natural, and shaped like a mushroom.*

Thank you Taehyungie! *He smiled thanking you for the food, before he starts slowly eating. The soup was good, and he moaned out loud after he ate the first spoon, closing his eyes. *It's good, delicious! I wasn't hungry before but this definitely changed my mind. *He admitted smiling widely and showing you his dimples. The longer he ate, the better he was feeling. Where was the last time he had a food, warm meal instead of a quick protein bar? Probably a while, but that you didn't need to know. He was so focused on the food that he didn't even raise his head up to look. Only when you asked, he slurped, his lips moist and glistening with soup. *

I love music! *He nodded, focusing on your earphones.* Would you like me to listen with you? Share your music with me? *He pointed to the device, and then to his JBL speaker.* Which would be more comfortable, hmm?

@jung hoseok *Taehyung lifted a brow as you stretched like a lazy cat. Suddenly his anger was helping. Helping avoid getting hard at the way your back stretched. Because even now you looked delicious on that bed. He swears he could just choke you in your tears. He clears his throat looking to focus on the food while talking angrily. But your words and stretching action itself /did/ soften his own anger* you clearly were sleeping this whole time, hoseok. Do not lie to me.

*something in him thumped faster, drumming in his ears, when you tilted a head to his shoulder. Oh how he wanted to sit with you and hold you to him caressing your jaw while pressing your body close to him. But now he was close enough to see how you looked in the dimly lit room, you definitely looked pale and a bit emaciated. But you still looked beautiful. A different version. But delicate and beautiful. He kept staring at those kissable lips while his own before he realized what he was doing*

*he is sick, Taehyung! Not only that but he has already rejected you. Stop thinking or looking. It will not amount to anything. It never would. You should understand that by now. He quickly tore his gaze away from your t-shirt covered body and started focusing on placing the beef chill and spinach salad on your bedside*

I don’t think I would nor do I need a family. *he says curtly as he thought about the only memories he still had of his parents. Even those were starting to fade away. When you give him that kicked look, he stared down at those lips. He yearned to bite them. No. Stop it, Taehyung. His eyes flickered back to the present. To his new reality. The limit to his closeness would have to be just this. * Alright you may have one spoon but you will eat at least ten spoons of your meal first *he pulls out the chopsticks and starts to awkwardly stir your food for you before letting the chopsticks go, nodding you to it* eat

*then he took out his chicken noodle soup and did the same prep for him before blowing on his own soup and eating after pulling up a chair or stool to the other bedside table. He was perpendicular to you. Convenient because he didn’t need to look at your face and think of other thoughts but had his peripheral vision just to check how you were doing in general. This was his normal silence when he’d need to read a book, not when he’d be eating.*

*And it was a bit too quiet for him and another person so he pulled out his phone about to push his earphones into his ears. Then he remembers hoseok is here. He turns to the side to look at you* do you like music?

@Lord V *Hoseok curled on the been not planning to leave it anymore as he waited for your arrival. He started to be dizzy once again, but to avoid falling asleep, he focused on his phone, trying to play a game. That didn't work out much and a few minutes later he falls asleep. It was a short nap, disturbed by a loud alarm from his phone, that startled him awake. He rubbed his eyes, mumbling something under his breath about the beach and sand he saw as his very short dream, and that's when you opened his door and walked inside, scolding him with your eyes.*

- Don't worry Taehyungie it was closed before, but after you texted me I opened it up so you could walk in. Getting up fast with this dizziness is a bit tricky.  *He explained, fighting his eyes to keep them open as he stretched out his limbs like a cat. Sleep wanted to bring him back to his dreamlands. When you moved closer, gently lifting him, for a moment Hoseok rested his cheek against your shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent.* So demanding Taehyungie, you remind me of my sister, but you would be a good father I think, it's cute. *He smiled, praising you, not minding your behavior and all the scolding he got from you, but when you informed him about dish switching he pouted, puffing his cheeks and looking at you with puppy eyes. * But can I have at least one spoon of it? For a taste? *He asked, still giving you a 'kicked puppy look'.  He wasn't sure how much he will be able to eat, everything smelled amazing but he doubt he will be able to finish a whole large portion. He started to eat, slowly, blowing at the warm soup, giving you a smile from time to time, and not talking, but the silence was comfortable this time.*

@jung hoseok [I forgot to add the food hoseok will be eating. Beef chilli w/ beans. And a spinach salad ]

@jung hoseok *he had strode out, smiling as he walked out towards his apartment then towards his car. But then he stopped, slowing down when he saw the text. Suddenly, you texted more seriously. It was slight but he could tell. You had grown negative in a few minutes. Though if you asked him what it was, he couldn’t explain the specific pieces of evidence that proved it. Just overall his once very adorable hoseok seemed quiet. Sad? Were you okay? Should he just go to the dining hall and take the leftover food instead?*

*he decides it’s no use contemplating. He should just ask and he did, completely ignoring your other texts until after he texted his question. Oh. He sees. Hoseok is not feeling well today. Why that didn’t click in his mind had confused him. Afterall he was the one who had carried you to the health room. He supposed the excitement got to him when you suddenly texted him that he forgot about any and all conditions surrounding your text.*

*Suddenly, he grew concerned as he threw his backpack in the front but on the ground of the car seat next to him. Then he slumped in the car, hooked his phone charger before asking Google san what foods were good for anemia. The first options said red meat. The next spinach. The next beans. Ah okay, he’ll buy that for himself and discretely switch our dishes*

*he was being a bit more playful and more gentle with the rest of his texts. As if he was indirectly apologizing for how harshly he told you off, by showing you his sweet side as if to say he’s not exactly mad at you so please don’t be afraid of him. As if to say: See? We were actually ok. So please don’t take him to heart.*

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*Taehyung had found a restaurant that matched the description of the foods he wanted to buy. It was a bit on the expensive side but for Taehyung, all he needed to do was hand his gold card. And that is what he did as the other witnesses stared at the tall hooded mysterious individual who handed the rare card to the cashier. Taehyung just uttered one phrase* to go

*then he exhaled relieved when he was out. Again, he was never embarrassed of his looks. But sometimes it could be irksome to deal with the others’ stares when it wasn’t even warranted. This was one of those times. Eventually, he found his way to the dorm, texted you he was coming up, pulled out his backpack too and found your room with the bag of food in his hand and the backpack over his shoulder. He expected to knock but then when he saw the door was opened slightly, his mind went wild in a wrong way. How dangerous! His eyes glared in concern. You could not have been abducted could you? No. Finally he could see his hoseok and your skin would have been tainted by someone who did not deserve to touch you.*

*he carefully pushed the door more ajar as his eyes quickly peered at the corners. He slowly but surely made his way only to huff a breath of relief as you were untouched in bed. He glared putting down the bags* why did you keep the door open hoseok? What would have happened if I wasn’t the one who entered first? Tell me. *he glared at you as he returns back to the door to close it shut.*

Nevermind that. I brought you your food. But as punishment, I will take your chicken noodle soup. It looks much more delicious. You will eat the food I ordered for myself. *he unwrapped the containers and prepared everything before placing it on your bedside table* sit up. You are not going to eat like that. You will spill your food *he gently lifted you by your waist to help you to sit up. From his anger, he had forgotten all about the boundaries so once he found his breath yet again hovering around your shoulder, he clears his throat and turns his head away* eat I had better see you eat, Hyung. *he used the respectful way of address this time, remembering those boundaries.*

@Lord V *It took him a little while to respond, and the eagerness you showed, asking him if he is asleep. It was easier to text you than talk. Less overpowering but he did enjoy both. It was different, in a way he couldn't describe. Was he aware of how much time it took him to reply? No, he certainly no. But he made sure not to do any typos and text properly at least now. Trying to look good in your eyes. Wanting to look good in your eyes. *

*When you informed him how much time it will take, he nodded to himself and looked around his room. It was clean, and not messy if you skip over the messy desk with projects laying there mixed with many drawing colorful and black. But he didn't want to clean that right now. He pulled one of the blankets off the floor back to bed and then he looked at himself. He was in his boxers and the same t-shirt from before so with a whine he stood up fighting the dizziness and searched for his sweatpants. He also changed his t-shirt for a fresh one, one that is not selling like the nurse's office. Then he walked over to the door and opened it slightly so you could come in easily. He brushed his teeth but nothing could hide how pale he was and how dark his circles were so he give up and went back to bed, wrapping himself in his blankets yet again and checking his phone.*

@jung hoseok *it was much much easier to understand and act on what you most likely wanted rather than what he wanted through text. He could never do this in face to face. He would have forced you to come with him. Because it was a bit too hard to practice the same manners polite people did in the same way. So it would always come off as rude or overstepping. But in text? He had more time to think about these things.*

*so when it seemed like you were taking a bit longer to answer, his breath stopped in his chest. Quickly, he added your contact as “Hoseok” because he did not know any other hoseoks and probably wouldn’t then he typed your number in another app. If you blocked him, he could look it up. Why? He has no idea. He’s doing everything in a whim again. Just like at the library. Subconsciously planning ahead without consciously understanding it. The black box. He bit down at his lip as he started to get up and exhale. He’d check now. And so he texted once to make sure you didn’t block him.*

*then when you text back he was relieved, almost a bit too happy. So you didn’t block him yet. But when you started to make fun of how you looked, he quickly interjected in the rest of his text, not even thinking of what he just sent. Just suddenly angry. You didn’t know exactly how unique you were. How he’d been trying to forget you. So it really irked him to see you put yourself down like that*

*awkward pause*

*calming down, he didn’t let you respond as he tried to move on, a bit embarrassed but also would not take the fact he complimented you like that in text back. He strode back inside and told his professor as he walked the stairs with his packed backpack it was an emergency. Because to him it was. He would lose any contact with hoseok if the other even second guessed himself for a second. And then Taehyung’s world would not feel like it mattered yet again.*

*he forgot to ask you your room number so he quickly added*

@Lord V *He keeps on texting you, trying not to think of that silly and probably dumb smile lighting his face with your every text. Somehow he disliked the way your full name looked above it. It was empty and not matching. But he also wasn't sure what could. You were suddenly so very... aware? Of his comfort or discomfort and actively trying to do something about it. Just tiny manipulation, that must cost you quite a lot. Since you weren't exactly the type to do stuff like that. And that was very... suspicious. He snorted and changed the nickname.*

*What he wanted to eat, he wonder, starting at the window. Nothing, nothing had any appeal in any way. He wasn't hungry. But chicken noodle soup was always good for sick people, and he found himself craving noodles. Yeah, that could be something he would like to eat. He nodded and came back to his writing and added all the answers that needed to be added.*

* Because despite your last meeting he really would be happy to see you. He had time to calm himself down. Time to heal. To get that needed space in his mind and heart. So he nodded again, typing another text to let you know his decision.*

@jung hoseok *Taehyung looked around while waiting for you to reply. He was randomly standing in the middle of the hallway. The fluorescent lights had dimmed to let the few night class students adjust when they’d leave their classes near 9pm or later. Maybe he should go back in? Or find a proper spot to text you. He wasn’t even sure what he should do. What was the right thing to do? He just wanted to keep this going. School could wait.*

*when you texted as he decided to move towards the soft seats on the edges for now, he smiled at the adorable way you texted. Usually he disliked when others were overly cute; it indicated they wanted something or they were fake. But you doing it. It’s like his body would burst. So this is how hoseok texts. Finally smiling while sitting down he texts back.*

*but then he blinks at the last text. Maybe…this was an opportunity? Taehyung would try anything afterall.*

*pause.*

*He realized he seemed too pushy so quickly added. That feedback lesson was already working on turning his gears. Clearly pushy was not going to get him what he wanted. Wait- but what did he want? He shouldn’t expect anything from you. He was in conflict but sent the rest of the texts anyways*

@Lord V *It's stressful waiting for a response right after sending the risky text. Hoseok absolutely hates it. He leaned over in his burrito like blanket self and waited for the phone to light's up. When it did, and starting to vibrate, he yelped moving back, surprised by such a quick response. His phone keep on vibrating with each text he got, and he reached out for it. Dropped it. Picking it up again and then slightly smiling at the reply, typing back and switching to his usual, comfortable way of texting. *

This time he didn't locked his phone or dropped it on the bed. He waited patiently, watching the screen in anticipation.*

@jung hoseok *He had to leave. He planned to stay at least until hoseok began to wake up, not wanting to get close to the man who filled his heart whole again but still wanting to make sure the other indeed did wake up. He really did want to make sure the other was alright. That was enough.*

*But he knew. If he got any closer than that, he would revert back to that mayhem. Looking back on the very messy weeks, he really didn’t like that side of him. Hoseok was making him unhealthy. Hoseok frightened him but drew him in. Frightened him because he was acting like an utter fool. Especially when he made that novice mistake of a master by uttering his name and then too early against the tinted window. Not to mention how rough he had been with his pets as an attempt at recovery. Drew him in because of everything else. All of his current conflicts were stemming from the older and being assuaged by the older.*

*But even Taehyung could tell from hoseok’s friends’ tones, he would not get along with them. Their tone and their eyes said enough. Hoseok would probably be blind to it but Taehyung was very used to this treatment when people came to know how he behaved conflicted with how he looked. The sudden shock filled with growing desire in their eyes. Fake. So very fake. Suddenly, he decided he would leave now instead of waiting for you to wake up. And after telling the others to be careful with you, he did just that.*

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*In every class, the tall sophomore always preferred sitting in the last chair on either ends of the table row. He preferred to use the space to turn himself to the side to stretch out his long legs rather than kicking whoever sat in the front seat. But in this night class, no one sat in front of him, nor to the side of him nor directly behind him. A bit like he was ostracized for being too different. But because of it, he turned the empty chair in front of him that was attached to the table to swing towards him before placing his long legs on it. A good foot rest. The others probably judged him for doing what he wanted so rudely in front of the teacher. But Taehyung wasn’t garish about it. He was very discrete nor did his posture slouch after he assumed the position once his long legs rested on the seat.*

*This was one of his favorite classes so he was listening very intently. Usually he didn’t need to write notes but he tended to fit this class. The professor was talking about feedback and its pros and cons. The different methods used and their effectiveness. Even how it would be more susceptible to another human being. It was very interesting material. Yet even he noticed his hands were not cold anymore without even being near his hoseok. That didn’t occur before. So why now after touching hoseok then letting him go again, did it?

Taehyung tried to focus on the lecture only for his phone to vibrate.*

*The sophomore looked at his device like it had stood up and moved. He had no friends. Not even one. He was a loner afterall. His Tw notifs were muted. It could only be one of his pets. But they knew only to call him after class lest he get scolded by the professor. So either it was urgent, or whoever it was was drunk and forgot. He turned his phone discretely back up before lowering his eyes at the device. Alternatively he looked up to act like he was paying attention. He was a good student in this class despite all humans actively avoiding the hooded weird individual. He didn’t want the only individual who respected him, even if it was more because of his grades, to give him the side eye too.*

*Quickly he could make out the first word. Taehyungie. Suddenly, he knew exactly who it was. A large smile he tried to bite down as he looked down at his notes. His stomach fluttered. The warmth from before continued invading his body. He felt like a fool but well he’s a happy fool today. He had no idea what you wanted from him. Nothing. You could’ve told him you caught him and to stop following him and he’d be so happy. Why? Because you /did/ save his number that night. You did not wash it off. The more he waited, the more he started to assume that you were completely done with him.*

*After he quickly excused himself to the bathroom, you had your reply. No he had no awareness of the 5 minute rule. Nor did he care for it if he did know. If he seemed too desperate, oh well. He’s not losing the only time he could talk to hoseok lest the older blocked him right after.*

*And when he finally read the text, warmth tingled through his body. He wanted to see you. Touch you. So badly. But he knew this was nothing. No indication he could do any of that. Instead, he texted you as calmly as he could.*

[loved it]

@Lord V *He tried his best to stay focused on tasks at hand and not on that hole inside him yearning for something he should never have. It was easier during day, he could busy his mind with lectures, people, dancing crew and practice, staying always a bit longer. Taking a bit longer shower. Then coming back and focusing hard on studying. Nights however, pure nightmares. Aching in his body, thoughts filled with pictures, skin suddenly remembering the way you touched him as he rubbed his hard against mattress, whimpering quietly. He could stop his eyes from searching your tall self during day, but nothing could stop his mind and body from wanting you during lonely night. So he did what he could to exhaust himself to the point where he was too tired to hell and wanting anything else than sleeping. It worked for two weeks, but he grew more tired and dizzy, pushing his body more and more with maybe two or three hours of sleep in between. It was bad, unhealthy, but his pride prevented him from calling your number. Which was stupid because first check up on project was coming closer, and he needed to start it. He was still scared, he remembered the pain in his shoulder that lasted for a few days. He hated that feeling. How used it made him feel. But he did great hiding under cheery smiles, joking around with them, although their small pushes would always remind of you. The way you stared hard at his face, promising him good ing.*

/admit it, you want that Hoseok/

*He fought himself many times. That ugly voice on the back of his head. Tainting his being with dirty thoughts. Telling him how good it would feel to ride that long , feel him so deep inside. Or being pushed against a soft pillow and being ed hard, squished under your bigger body. To kneel in front of you and beg for your juicy and letting you use his mouth. He did everything he could to push these thoughts, burying them deep inside, and losing the key that would unlock them and failed miserably. *

*The days started to blend together, and he yet against found himself staring at your contact, considering calling or even just texting, but being far too terrified to do so. The temptation was strong, but fear won every time. What would he do if you look at him with yours mesmerizing eyes? It always feels like you were diving deep, reaching his poor soul and reading everything you wanted, leaving him bare and unprotected.*

*Hoseok eventually reached his breaking point, bone deep exhaustion taking over. Was it Monday? Tuesday? He wasn't sure, dizzy since the moment he opened his eyes. His body so weak that even standing up was the problem, but he managed to do it, and then leaning as much as he could on his friend, barely listening to their words, wanting this day to end. Then, the stairs... why was he even using them, there should be a lift there. He almost whines but started to slowly going down, before suddenly his whole world turned upside down, and his body light. Someone screamed his name and he thought he tried to look over to see why, but he couldn't. He was flying and then darkness. The only thing that he noticed was a very familiar scent that surrounded him fully before sweet void welcomed him with its velvet arms.*

You are exhausted and stressed, my boy. Week long leaves, I will inform your professors. You need rest, proper meals, and relax. *A small nurse handled him pills and cup of water. Her face was a bit of round, but her smile was warm and so welcoming, so Hoseok didn't argue back. She was concerned with his blood test, warning him that he is turning anemic, and need to properly take care of himself. Her hand was warm when she patted his hair, before she lets his friend pick him up and walk back to his dorm room. * Remember, rest is important boy. Your heath is much more important than your major or studies.

*He nodded, thanking her with a deep bow. He spent 5 hours in nurse room, napping and drinking, but mostly napping, but he was still so tired. Barely able to keep his eyes open. Hoseok wanted to tune out his talkative friend, but familiar name picked his interest.* What did you say? *He questioned, looking a bit confused.*

Kim Taehyung carried you all the way to infirmary! He was the one who caught you, you scared us badly Hoseok! You were so lucky that he happened to be in front of you. He picked you up. Bruh! He is so strong, didn't even blink at your weight. *His friend's face light up, he was amazed but Hoseok couldn't quite believe it.*

Kim Taehyung? *He asked again for confirmation, as his friend nodded.*

Yes! Tall in hoodie, nerd with cartoon obsession. *Hoseok snorted lightly, yeah that description matched you well.* He treated us, when we tried to talk with him. *He pulled the hoodie over his face and imitate your low, velvet like voice making a face.* /Make sure to take very careful care of him, or you will regret it./ Dude, he was serious as , do you know each other?

We've met. Yeah.

That's so cool! He is scary but also weirdly cool you know. Maybe he is not as bad as they say? *Hoseok only nodded, and then quickly turned the topic toward incoming dancing competition. Talking about Taehyung wasn't easy, and he didn't want to explain the relationship. Later when he was alone in his room, sitting on his bed wrapped in three blankets (his friend insisted, convincing him that burrito mode cure all the problems, Hoseok wasn't so sure), he once again stared at your contact. He quickly wrote the text, and after counting to three he pressed 'send', then with girly like, quiet squeak, blocked his phone and throw it on bed. Waiting.*

[you can find the text on your wall]

@jung hoseok [1/3]

*it’s been a couple of nights since then and Taehyung had more than not, forgotten hoseok. No, not completely. He knew he yearned for something but without feeling it so constantly anymore, it was fading away. Suddenly he felt incredibly empty though. More so than usual. Like he lost not a piece of himself in you but every single sliver of the puzzle. His body was truly like a robot on autopilot now. A black hole where he thought he had some humanity left only to realize he actually had none. And it would only be satisfied momentarily when his pets were under him as he willed the last memories of you to fade away even faster with the way he filled it with his pets. It probably made his pets’ week strangely more active than usual- especially given it was them who’d usually beg for Taehyung. But unlike his pets who were just more needy than usual when they’d do so, Taehyung was more ruthless than usual. Today was not any different*

P1: Oh Taehyung-ah *the sophomore pet waved when after trying to ignore the other because he was with his boyfriend, the taller clearly was not having it today. He could feel his boyfriend’s grip tighten and that cute pout he had to chuckle* don’t worry baby I’m not going anywhere *but before he could make that known, he heard the familiar voice that made his submissive headspace whimper in reluctant want.*
Come *Taehyung stated coldly as he pulled the other sophomore’s hand up, gripping hard at the wrist. But the other shook their head, discretely nodding to the boyfriend as if Taehyung forgot about the other. But Taehyung wasn’t having any of it. He felt so utterly empty. What is this dreaded feeling. He’s dying but alive. Completely hollow like he needed this. He needed this to feel whole again. He never needed , just control. But now he does. He does need . He does need to feel anything even through pleasure. Blankly staring as he pulled the other forward. But when the other protested more with a “Taehyung I’m not going with you, I’m busy!” Taehyung responded with a slam of the other against the wall then a chilling whisper to their ears* I am not in the mood. If you come with me, I shall make sure your precious baby does not find himself caught in the fire *the pet looked at the other in dreaded fear before swallowing “you wouldn’t…”*Taehyung just gives the other a sinister smirk before he whispered* you seem to underestimate me, my pet *then he tugged the other effortlessly to the gym lockers before turning back to the poor baby* do not follow us or I will make sure you regret it as well! *he smirked at the other’s pale face*

P1: *slam! Taehyung had already pressed the other against a gym locker, sliding off the other’s bottoms and ing his finger into the other impatiently* ! you, now he thinks we’re together!
*Taehyung just grinned evilly. It felt nice. It felt like he still had a soul. To get so controlling his pets he must have a soul. Even if it was a wicked one. And he’s going to feel so much better inside this someone too in a few more minutes.* that would not occur even if it would take a hundred years. And just tell him I forced myself onto you *the taller said with a smirk into the other’s neck* afterall, he is the type to easily influence. I’m sure he believes you’re so loyal hm? How filthy.

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P1: hah! Master, m-more! *the other moaned against the taller man as all that was heard was the two’s panting and moans echoing the gym locker room. Taehyung had e of the wooden benches to face an open locker then made the other lie down on the bench with their head facing the open locker. The other’s hands were tied by his shirt and the locker’s hooks as the two ed, bruising the pets’ back against the soft wood of the bench. So ruthless of Taehyung indeed. But , he loved when his master was terribly rough with him. Of course, he should be. He was one of Taehyung’s’ pets afterall. Being one, he had to have the stamina to take the other roughly in too. He’s so sure his shoulder blades would feel it tomorrow but both the pain of the bruises and pleasure of his master’s big had already shot him over the edge. * I’m !

M-me too Hoseok, with-h me *Taehyung whispered as he accidentally let out the first name that came through his imaginations. He forgot how the older felt under him so it was enough for Taehyung’s already vivid imagination. Those beautiful eyes. That ing face. He just didn’t mean to utter that name out loud like he did. It was only meant for him to know. But here he was feasting on someone who could never be his hoseok. Being rough with his imaginary hoseok like he knew his real hoseok would never have liked. Fantasy was always better than reality. He knew that with the way his hoseok had rejected him so bluntly so rudely. He could feel his body writhe at the thought of punishing his hoseok like this for behaving like that to him. Until his eyes lidded. But at least now as he came inside the other, Taehyung remembered where he was and what he was doing. In addition to feeling finally whole again, he felt thoroughly disgusted. Though it was helping him forget, tainting your image with another felt wrong. A goddess didn’t deserve that.*

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P1: *The two cleaned up and started to leave, P1 pulling his shirt back down and Taehyung zipping his black pants as the taller quickly tended to the shorter’s more fatal wounds. Then Taehyung had told the other to come to a different place later so he could treat the rest of the other’s wounds since the shorter had to go to not cause too much suspicion.* …so…who’s hoseok? Someone you like?
*Taehyung glares straightening the other’s shirt* that is none of your concern *and it wasn’t. They agreed to keep their personal lives outside of this master sub relationship. Even though sometimes the other sophomore would vent a bit since Taehyung was not the type to neglect post- care. Though it never usually affected anyone other than the sub until now, that should be the same for Taehyung’s case too should it not?*

…

*the two staggered their exits and Taehyung returned home again to his dorm, content playing his video games or watching some anime until he passed out in the morning.*

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*this is just one of the days where Taehyung went too far. This whole week there were similar instances of this, ranging from blackmail to borderline non-consent except the next times Taehyungs’ never made the rookie mistake of uttering the older’s name again and by the end of these days, the young sophomore couldn’t see hoseok anymore, consumed by his lust only and the other’s body. All ending with Taehyung peacefully in his dorm and casually playing his video games while wondering if you would ever text or call him. Just for the project but nothing else. He didn’t need that mayhem again. You had finally faded. He’s content with that. He’s not planning to do this ever again.*

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*the younger’s days grew to his normal pace. It was back to the usual daily grind. His pets continued hitting him up. Sometimes he’d answer, sometimes he didn’t. Everything seemed to go on so swimmingly. He was so surprised he never bumped into the other anywhere but that must have been because your classes were in the morning and his were in the night. We had complete opposite schedules. And that seemed like a blessing in disguise now that Taehyung finally felt like himself again.*

*Today, Taehyung yawned yet again as he lazily climbed out of bed for his late afternoon to evening classes. But as he made his way to the class that was already the farthest away from him, the one he usually skipped, he looked at his phone then hummed. He’d be late for class anyways. And so he finds the closest seat and pulled out his manga. A bright playground park like setting on the swing. He lost the manga he wanted to read so he had to bring another work he hasn’t read yet from his shelf collection.*

*Taehyung didn’t notice when another noticed him. A sharp “kim Taehyung! If I remember correctly you have a class at this time of day. Still skipping classes huh?” The younger looked irritated up at the other before cocking a brow. It’s not like the university forced you to go to classes. This wasn’t like high school. As long as a student did pay nor fail, there was nothing else that should stop him from missing any classes. So why is this teacher suddenly in front of his face? How irritating. But the individual was very attractive yes though he didn’t recognize the other so how did the other know him?* …who are you again? *but at that the man only started to scold him. Taehyung concluded must be a teacher but was not his teacher so most likely a colleague of his teacher. Well with those sharp but elegant features, the other seemed like his type. Might as well have a bit of fun. Casually, the younger hands his manga to the other opened to the start of the ing into the busty blonde as his eyes squared right into the other’s features, ready to see the man’s reaction* Read this for me please. Do it with emotion.

@jung hoseok [2/3]

*Taehyung smirked when the unknowing teacher did just that after saying “You don't get the book? Let me help- I love it!! I love it~ Give me your - me---!!!" It made his own lower region twitch. But when the other scolded him for making him do that and slammed the book on his head while scolding again and again, he felt annoyed.* I didn't know you were /that/ madly in love with me, teach *he chuckled softly standing up to show his real full height and tilts his head slightly to look at the other* Tell me... do you touch yourself at night when you think about me... *the older tried their very best to stay calm with a “I am in your school- technically I am you teacher!” Before slapping his head again with that book. Taehyung winced at the rough hits. That was it. Blinking at the other with a dull stare, he roughly grabbed at the book, dropping it on the ground. He could always buy another one. Then he turns the teacher around harshly so their back hit against his front* Instead of scolding me *touching the other’s s* I have a much better idea... What do you say to that... Sensei? *suddenly he was reenacting the he had been reading with a smirk*

*Suddenly after the teacher had threatened him with detention and Taehyung whispered a * Actually…That doesn't sound like a bad idea... *the teacher found himself restrained around the monkey bars in front of an approaching couple. The younger d the other more while smirking as the other was hard but humiliated* How much detention is this Sensei? 2? 3 weeks? *and now being so exposed, the supposed sensei was visibly scared and physically tried to get out while shouting to let him go before accidentally hitting his elbow on the taller’s chin before quickly apologizing. But the damage was done. After the younger recoiled from the impact, he answered so sweetly.* That's alright teach. Everyone makes mistakes correct? *but Taehyung’s own actions said otherwise as he suddenly d the other harder before preventing the other from with the ring and a* Do you know what this is Sensei?

*the older was now both begging to be released while agreeing to do anything. “Anything- school work, tutoring... Anything- I'll keep this a secret so you won't get in trouble-Or...” Taehyung smirked as he cupped the other’s cheeks* Let's make a deal, teach. Don't call me out again for skipping class in addition to this time… *he flicked the other’s leaking member* And I'll allow you to for me. What do you say to that, Sensei? *when the other agreed, Taehyung had let the other despite the others’ teases on the fact that didn’t the younger need to be taken care of too? But the sophomore had none of it. The man had almost reminded him of hoseok and that is why suddenly he was doing all these things yes. But unfortunately, he wasn’t hoseok.*

*Still Taehyung noticed the olders’ natural submissiveness. Even as Mr. Won Jongjin’s, apparently that was his name, mind refused to do so, their body loved the way it was being treated by Taehyung. Taehyung thought: Maybe. Maybe this one could help him get over you. The other checked all the boxes so far. Even if he didn’t feel that weird indescribable feeling he had felt with you. But if his pets helped get over you ually, this man had the potential to help him get over you emotionally. Clearly you had given up on him though he had no idea why. Just that it annoyed him enough to do this. You even nodded to him. Lies. All that hoseok does is lie. He disliked liars. It’s time. Time to give up waiting.*

*Taehyung sent the other his contract and a day later, the other became his temporary sub.*

…

*You’d think because Taehyung was a student and the other was a teacher, he’d try to hide the twos’ relationship right? But he did none of that as he touched the older whenever he wanted to in the other’s office room, ing the other against the desk. In the break room. Never in the classroom. For some odd reason, his new favorite pet was very insistent about this saying how he really didn’t want to get caught but especially his students to look at him differently as a gay man ing another student. But that never stopped Taehyung from trying though. The younger always insisted to try it once, saying it could help them explore new limits. But the older kept saying no despite it not being written anywhere in their contract. Maybe the other secretly wanted it and that’s why it was never written there. As only if certain conditions were met, it could happen. Taehyung made it his goal to figure out those conditions.*

*And finally there was a perfect opportunity. A fire drill right after an exam. Most students wouldn’t bring anything but a pen or pencil and the ones that did would come back to the front of the room to grab their backpack before booking out since no one was allowed to have anything else at their desks during exams. After the exam ended and the fire alarm made the teacher usher the other in a single line, once the coast was clear, Taehyung grabbed the other’s wrist, pulling them back yo the classroom. The teacher protested but as the younger pulled the other to the small room in the back, the area where they’d fix the projecter, the teacher could not protest anymore. Taehyung had everything planned well. The glass window that was tinted for the outside to not look in but the inside could look out. To the muting of the intercom. To the small table and chair Taehyung had carefully placed in there just in case the two wanted to try different positions*

*a fool proof plan as the students came in while Taehyung ed their professor against the glass. Sometimes he’d purposely unmute then quickly mute the intercom before the other would give themself away by so the students could look confused at the deep breaths but wouldn’t be able to guess completely.*

WJ: *this whole plan brought the teacher closer to their edge feeling like he was being watched by his students by being able to see their eyes but them not his own. It was perfect. Foolproof. The professor was so impressed by Taehyung’s clean execution. He was so high on cloud nine from it. Taehyung always had a way of making sure he was thoroughly satisfied. But then for no reason at all, suddenly Taehyung pounded into the other in a pace that he had no idea Taehyung had been capable.* a-ah! *he accidentally shouted. It made the student who was picking up their backpack turn his head. A soft but deep voice of concern asking him something along the lines of “is everything ok? Do you need help teacher?” The professor stumbled over his words as now it was his turn to try to mute himself before finally tapping the intercom.* NO! Don’t ugh come! I got it! *His whole body was thrashed against the window. Was Taehyung always this rough? But as he could feel the other deeply plunge into him with the new angle, his eyes rolled back, already drooling from being unable to hold himself up. Taehyung was bruising his hole as the student hesitated with something close to worry and “oh- okay sorry have a great weekend” which he replied on the intercom* mmm! You too, Hoseok-ah! Sta-ay safe! *and suddenly, after so long he felt spill inside of him.

*having their fun suddenly cut short by Taehyung , the professor and the student decided to part ways for tonight. But while the older was in awe of the yet again with post glow, Taehyung’s mind couldn’t recover. The younger’s whole body shivered in pleasurable tingles as he walked away from the classroom all cleaned up. . Taehyung thought he was finally over hoseok. But right when he saw the man, his whole body had shot up straight along with his own libido. But worst of all he realized a very sad fact. When hoseok arrived, whatever pleasure he felt with his favorite pet was absolutely nothing compared to that moment when he pounded into the other so hard with the real hoseok in front of him. Seeing hoseok there made him thrash the older to the point he had bruised his supposed to be favorite pet.*

*He sighed at the feeling. But now he knows it. Considering he wasn’t allowed to have any of you, he was well…royally screwed for lack of better word. Hoseok was one of a kind. Nothing. Literally nothing could make him forget you. Nothing could help him now.*

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*after that day, Taehyung completely avoided the teacher. How could he ever be satisfied with someone like that after he tasted something so out of this world? He couldn’t go back. Not anymore. And now he knew where he could find hoseok, he had a lead. He would use it. Even if he could never touch hoseok it didn’t matter anymore to him. Even not touching you made him so hard. All by your essence. He just didn’t know when you had this class. Was it once a week? 3 days? 2 days? He didn’t know but he stood there every day that time that class was. For someone so tall, when he wanted to, he could blend in. And that’s what he did. Standing next to the taller students or sitting down in the corner with his head “preoccupied” with his laptop. All while waiting for you to enter that door.*

*once you finally did open it, he felt something in him stop. Even this long after, you looked so beautiful. Why. Why you. His frustration only grew as be waited for your class to end. He hated this. He wanted to stop. He almost pounded at his laptop but luckily he stopped himself. But once you were out of that class, he didn’t know where his legs were taking him as he packed his laptop and followed at a safe distance. How interesting. Even when you kept repeating how you didn’t judge others, he was amazed at how true that actually was. You were talking to /every/ one. But why not him? Why is it always not him? He could feel something in him sink as something pricked his eyes.*

@jung hoseok [3/3]

*But he exhaled and tried to focus. He needed to remember a lot of these places. Especially since these were areas he never knew too much about as a sophomore that mainly kept to himself. Turning his phone on silent he took shots of all the area indicators only to start focusing on how your body looked.*

*He his lips but his hands shook as it zoomed closer to your exposed skin. What in hell was he doing. Stop it, Taehyung! This is not right! This is not normal! It frightened him. But his phone camera lens grazed lower and lower. Then his breath hitched as his pants harden. Oh. That’s all he could say. It was a mix of a moan and a sigh. There was just something about you. It frightened him he was capable of something like this but did it feel a bit too good to stop. His eyes glazed over as by closer to the end of your day, he stopped taking shots of your surroundings and more your body. Some of those shots were questionable. But what he did the night was even more questionable.*

*he didn’t want to. He really didn’t. But after the whole day observing you through his phone camera, he was so pent up and hard. He gently spread out the now printed photos he took throughout the day until only his deep pants could be heard, resounding in his soundproof room. His face was flushed as he bit his lower lip while sitting with his back against the headboard of his bed. With the picture of your bitten lip, he could already imagine the first scene as he pulled out his very hard . You would bite your lip shyly “I’ve never done this before.” Your giggle. He d himself. With the picture of you yawning, he could feel you around his . Taehyung threw his head back in those dirty filthy thoughts as his moans groaned even louder as he d himself even more. Those soft eyes of desire as you’d look up at him, pleading to tell him if he was doing it right. * y…yes hoseok. My good beautiful. You are doing it so…so perfectly. What a good boy you are. Swallow as much of my precum as you can. Only for me.

*the next picture, was a pained expression. Your friend had insulted you and you playfully had looked at him with a pained expression. Taehyung turned around with his legs now straddling the picture* do you want more? Tell me hoseok. Tell me how badly you want me. I will give it all to you. Tell me, hoseok. *he d himself harder as he imagined the next scene, now sliding a thumb slowly over his leaking head.* what a good boy. So you’ve already used the plug I have given you. Master is so pleased. You know what that means, Hoseok? *Taehyung started to rub long slow on his shaft.* it means you can receive your reward sooner. How does that make you feel hoseok? *the next picture. A excited hoseok with a heart shaped smile. One of his favorites as the sunlight had hit you so perfectly. He smiled then put that and the pained expression side by side as his smile suddenly shifted to a guttural moan. His picked up the pace.* hoseok. How are you still this tight.h. So good hoseok. You look so y like this all under me.*

*the last scene he spread the rest of the pictures out. Sweat that made you look like you had been crying though it could never compare to your actual crying face. The one he’s so lucky to have seen. A picture of your legs. Another of your thighs. Your crotch. Your shoulders. Taehyung could feel his load close to bursting as he d his shaft faster* h-hoseok, I’m coming. Come for me, Hoseok! *he groans as he presses harder into his grip, trying to feel his your hole would clench. Then eventually his spilled onto the pictures. His body twitched and toes curled with his legs still pressed to the bed in front of the pictures until all of his load emptied onto the poor photographs. His body shivered as he painted, slowly but surely coming down from his high* I…loved it hoseok. You…you were great. You are always so great.

*And then Taehyung had come back to reality. He looked at the spoiled pictures and his bed then groaned. Disgusting. He did that. The shame and guilt for doing this to another human, especially you, settled in. Sighing he got up from his bed, threw the photographs and decided that next time if he had to do this again he’d use ziploc bags or a plastic covering. He ruined good photos. Now he’d need to print them again. After cleaning himself and the bed up, he fell asleep. At least even without hoseok’s touch, he didn’t feel tainted and felt whole again. Something his pets nor that professor could’ve done.*

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*after that day, it became his new routine when he didn’t have to go to classes or his pets didn’t beg him. He would folllow hoseok, take more and more suggestive photos then sometimes with them, making sure they were safely covered or sometimes just admire them because jung hoseok’s body was just so admirable.*

*today, Taehyung did not plan for it to be anymore different but the younger did his brow at the pictures. Why did hoseok look thinner than usual? Or was that sleep deprivation? He was not sure but he knew for a fact his hoseok’s body did not look like this. He should know. He’s the one taking pictures of the man almost every day. Whatever it was, it made Taehyung pay more attention to Hoseok. Get a bit more close to the other when in a crowd.*

*Taehyung then grew alarmed when the other decided to go down the long flight of stairs despite those baggy eyes. Was hoseok the clumsy type? If you were like that namjoon, you could be but unfortunately, he doesn’t remember any instance when you had exhibited anything similar to such behavior. Wait-. Yes he does. Our first meeting when you had displayed your dance skills with that turn. You had stumbled slightly. Taehyung wanted to help but didn’t since at the time he did not want to make you uncomfortable if you happened to be straight. Still. Would that stumble during dancing mean you were clumsy outside of dancing as well?*

*He’s not sure but because it is a bit crowded. He decides to walk ahead of you. He already knew where you were going anyways, already having memorized where you were at all times of the week. Then he hears the loud shout. “Hoseok!” And suddenly hands were scrambling to hold the falling body. But it was Taehyung’s hold your body fell into. He uttered a disapproving.* Now look at what you’ve done *but your eyes were already closing. He clicked his tongue gently but he couldn’t help but feel how warm you were. He felt whatever it was that was missing suddenly closed up. He’s confirmed it now. It was you he had been yearning for. It was unfortunate that this time holding you was limited*

*the people who shouted your name looked at the hooded individual as Taehyung began to speak* please lead me to the closest nurse room. Then you may tend to him again. *the group was a bit dazed as the tall man now lifted hoseok bridal style. The friends led the sophomore to the nurse’s office. Taehyung placed hoseok in the bed before pulling the blanket up your fainted body. All while he was doing so, those so called friends continued to randomly compliment him. “You’re Kim Taehyung that reads cartoon right?” He didn’t answer as he stiffened next to hoseok’s bed.* “Thanks so much for saving our friend. I had no idea you were that strong. I always imagined you to look differently.” They laughed. How annoying. Taehyung stood up and started to walk away from the door.* Make sure to take very careful care of him or you will regret it *then without waiting any longer, the tall man glared then quickly strode away from the nurse’s room.*