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Hoseok groaned massaging his shoulders and let out a humorless laugh, isn't it ironic that the physiotherapist would be the one that needed a massage? He was scrolling through his messages when he caught sight of Jimin's name. The little brat had changed his display picture, he narrowed his eyes and clicked his profile picture. Hoseok eyes widened in shock as he read Jimin's status, "Daddy, I need you..." Hoseok swallowed his pants feeling his pants immediately tightened as his mind went through the events of last night, specifically the scene of Jimin tied by his own belt against his headboard whimpering ‘Daddy’. Hoseok groaned, he knew that Jimin was teasing him and couldn't resist teasing him back. He played out his rage well convincing Jimin that he would be facing his alpha’s rage when they met next and instructed to him that if he wanted to be forgiven, he was not allowed to touch himself.
Hoseok counted down the days until his days off where he would finally allow Jimin release but was he really going to let Jimin wait that long? No, of course not. He couldn't wait that long himself. He was going to go surprise the brat right after work and force Jimin’s roommate who was another alpha in their pack, Yoongi, to leave the two of them. He grinned to himself, cleaning the massage table as he thought of the surprise and relief that would fill Jimin at the sight of him. Lost in thought, he didn't hear or smell the second presence in the room and jumped in shock as he felt two arms wrap around him and Jimin's voice whispering in his ear.
"Hi, Hoseokie, I missed you so much.."
Without turning around, Hoseok sniffed the air he noticed that his omega's scent was almost completely masked by Yoongi's scent. Hoseok let out a loud growl and turned around to face the startled omega, gazing at him accusingly, "What the fuck Jimin?"
Jimin yelped in surprise, immediately ducking his head in submission. Hoseok had yelled at him, something he never does even when they fight, it catches him completely off guard. He glances down at himself, seeing the shirt that Yoongi had lent him for the past couple of days. He knew he had been forgetting something when he came here.
"Wait, Shit. Hobi, i-it's not what you think, I promise." He quickly attempts to explain, raising his head and stepping forward towards the other.
"When you said I had to wait five days, I couldn't stop thinking about what we would do once we finally got together, and it made me really… horny. Yoongi said that it was reeking up our dorm and that I needed to figure out how to control myself..." Jimin bites his lip, keeping his distance from the fuming Hoseok as his words made no difference to the other. "S-So he gave me his sweater because smelling an alpha who isn't you doesn't turn me on."
Hoseok steps backwards away from Jimin, betrayal and anger coursing through his veins. The smell of Yoongi mixed with his omega was repulsive to him. His eyes turned blue indicating that he was having difficulty controlling his beast. None of the words Jimin was saying were reaching him at the moment. How dare Yoongi do this when he knew how strongly Hoseok and his wolf felt about Jimin?
"I'm going to fucking kill him," Hoseok growled as he attempted to push past Jimin and walk towards the exit. Jimin whips around and tightly wraps his arms around Hoseok's middle, restricting him as much as he can while burying his face in the alpha's back.
"Hoseok, please listen to me!" Jimin cried, "Yoongi didn't touch me, I swear!" Jimin had never seen Hoseok this angry before. This side of him was a little scary, and even though he’d never admit it, it was a little hot. Hoseok growls lowly, his feet rooted in place. Jimin rubs the alpha's stomach in hopes that the small gesture will return some of his sanity.
Hoseok snarls as Jimin tries to subdue his wolf. He fists clench as he tries to calm his beast himself. Jimin couldn't do that to him, he wouldn't do it to him. Hoseok panted but as he breathed Yoongi and Jimins combined aroma attacked him again.
"Take off that fucking shirt!" Hoseok snarled as he whipped around to face Jimin, his eyes were still the strikingly blue of his wolf. The omega hastily stripped off Yoongi's shirt and threw it as far away as possible from his body. He gazed at the omega standing before him with his head lowered in complete submission and his hands clasped behind his back as he stood before his alpha.
Once Hoseok was certain his wolf wouldn't hurt Hoseok, he let him have minimal control of his body. His wolf needed to check for himself that what Jimin said was true. Hoseok began sniffing his omega, he started from the top of his head to his neck then down to his crotch which still had Hoseok's scent clinging to it. Hoseok let out a low growl as he sniffed his omegas hidden arousal seep through Yoongi's scent until it had almost completely overtaken his senses. Hoseok licked his lips, he watched his omegas bulge grow, tightening his pants further and further. He looked up at Jimin from his lowered position and saw that the omega was already watching him. Hoseok stood straight and grasped Jimins chin roughly pulling it up to meet his gaze. He quirked his brow and palm of his hand against Jimin's throat squeezing it lightly, "Do you like seeing your alpha angry?"
Jimin knew that Hoseok was overreacting but he couldn’t help feeling as if he done something unforgiveable because of the way Hoseok’s eyes remained blue, which only ever happens when he shifts, is angry or horny. Jimin turns his head to avoid Hoseok's harsh gaze, only for the alpha's hand to tighten on his throat, not enough to hurt but just enough to get his attention again. Jimin snaps his head back to face the other and swallows, slowly nodding his reply. Hoseok narrows his eyes at Jimin, there's a look in them that says his nod is not an acceptable answer.
"Yes..." Jimin whispered, in addition to how attractive Hoseok's dominating nature was, they hadn’t seen each other in days and Jimin wasn’t sure if he or his wolf could last any longer of this sexual deprivation. Hoseok had instructed him not to touch himself and he hadn’t planned on disobeying a direct order from his alpha but when he had started thinking about that picture Hoseok sent him while he was in the shower as an additional punishment, his restraint had broken. Yoongi came home from the studio earlier than expected so he never finished, but that small detail probably wouldn't matter anyways. Jimin's cock is completely hard and throbbing in his pants already, but he stops himself from squirming in Hoseok's grasp to make his inevitable punishment less painful. After all, he wanted to be able to walk the next day.
Hoseok narrowed his piercing blue eyes at the omega. He felt Jimin's pulse quicken at random intervals under his fingers. It was apparent to the alpha that Jimin was nervous. He loosened his grip around Jimin's throat and caresses the length instead with his fingertips.
"You were a bad boy weren't you?" Hoseok murmured, his gaze settling on the fingers working on Jimin's throat. Feeling Jimin swallow hard, Hoseok let go of the omegas throat and stepped away from Him.
"Take off your pants and turn around." Hoseok said, rolling up the sleeves of his button up to his elbows, his light eyes swirled with emotions as he watched the omega. The most dominant emotion in them being lust.
"You're lucky this room is noise proof." Jimin's gaze fell to Hoseok's arms, his cheeks dusted pink as he watched the way the other's biceps flex through his sleeves.
"H-Hoseok, I-" Hoseok cuts him off with a warning growl, displeased by his hesitation to follow the command. Jimin ducks his head again, staring down at the outline of the very obvious hard-on he's sporting. He reaches down and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, slowly sliding them down his legs. The head of his cock is peaking through the slit in the front of his boxers, but he ignores it and pushes the garment the rest of the way down to his ankles and steps out of it, kicking it off to the side. He takes one last look up at his alpha with pleading eyes, then turns around and gripping the edge of the massage table, not planning on keeping him waiting any longer.
Hoseok's hungry gaze traced the expansion of Jimin's back to his slender waist and then appreciatively gazed at his bottom that was outlined by the briefs he wore. He placed his hand on either size of Jimin's waist and let his thumbs stroke the plushness of his bottom. Hoseok's mouth watered with every caress, he could feel the omega whimpering in anticipation. Hoseok pulled at the waistband of Jimin's boxer and let it slap against Jimin's flesh.
"These will just get in the way of what I have planned for you baby boy," Hoseok said, he slowly dragged the boxers down Jimin's legs. His hands caressed the smoothness of Jimin's legs until the boxers were around his ankles. Hoseok squatted and helped his omega step out of his boxers. He stared appreciatively from his position up at the curve of Jimin's bottom and the muscles of his legs. On his way back to up to stand on his own two feet, he peppered kisses along Jimin's thighs, his back and finally along his shoulders. He growled lowly as he felt Jimin's ass brush against his harden cock hidden by the roughness of his jeans and stepped away from Jimin. He wouldn't allow the omega the pleasure of feeling his cock just yet. Hoseok placed his foot between Jimin's legs, forcing him into a more stable stance.
"How many strokes did you allow yourself without me baby boy?" Hoseok asked, his right hand caressing Jimin's ass cheek. If Jimin didn't regret teasing Hoseok before, he sure as hell does now. Hoseok is literally making Jimin pick how severe his punishment is and if he doesn't remember his number, he won't be able to sit for a week.
"Wait, I-I have a shoot tomorr-" Hoseok cuts him off with a harsh slap on his right ass cheek, earning a startled yelp from him. He presses a hand between Jimin's shoulder blades and pushes him down until his cheek is pressed against the massage table and his back is arched so that his ass sticks out a little bit farther. Jimin bites his bottom lip and thinks back to when he touched himself in the shower, mentally counting every stroke on his cock. It's hard to pinpoint an exact number when he had stopped paying attention to his movements to listen to Yoongi's footsteps, but even if he did have a number, there's no way he'd tell Hoseok. Not with how his ass is still stinging from just the one slap, he can't even imagine what state he would be in from his actual amount.
"Five..." He lies through gritted teeth, hoping that that's good enough for Hoseok, or that he's at least feeling a tad bit lenient today.
"Five?" Hoseok said as he caresses Jimin's bottom. His eyes analyzed Jimin's behavior for indicators of lying. His eyes narrowed as he noticed how tightly Jimin clutched the table he was now pinned against, he also noticed how hard the omega swallowed, and the faint increase of his breathing ask he questioned him.
"You're lying to me," Hoseok said. He wasn't asking the omega, he was telling him that he knew he was lying.
"There's no way my baby boy could only stop at five strokes..." Hoseok said, making Jimin whimpered in response, weakly denying Hoseok. Hoseok slipped his left hand up the expansion of Jimin's back, his nails raking across the flesh, towards his hair. He grasped Jimin's hair roughly, pulling at it as he spoke.
"I gave you a chance to be honest with me baby boy, now you're going to be disciplined until I'm satisfied." Hoseok growled lowly as he let his right hand slap against Jimin's ass cheek. The whimpers and moans that escaped from Jimin's mouth mingled with the crude sounds of Hoseok's hand against Jimin's soft reddening flesh painfully arousing Hoseok. He let go of Jimin's hair and unzipped his pants letting his cock free from the restrictions of his jeans. Hoseok slapped Jimin's ass one last time and then caressed his ripened bottom.
Jimin whimpered against the massage table, his body trembling and his legs close to giving out. He had lost count fairly quickly just how many slaps Hoseok gave his ass. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes several slaps ago but he managed to hold them back, until the intense burn of Hoseok's last hard smack over his raw ass broke the dam. They flowed freely down his cheeks as he let out a broken sob from the abuse, his chest heaved to steady his breathing which proved to be very difficult while he was crying.
"I'm not done yet baby boy," Hoseok said, leaning over the table to grasp the bottle of massage oil. He squirted a large amount of oil on his right hand and kneaded Jimin's reddened cheek. As Hoseok’s hand massaged some oil into his tender ass, it helped ease the sting enough so that the tears stopped falling, leaving Jimin softly whimpering. Hoseok then parted Jimin’s cheeks, probing at Jimin's asshole with his longest finger.
"Daddy..." He croaked, his throat was wrecked from some of his shouts nearly reaching screams. Hoseok slid a finger inside him that he barely registers, allowing him to easily slide in a second. Hoseok quickly fucks Jimin open, scissoring him with his fingers and ignoring the desperate pleas coming from the omega. Despite the pain, Jimin’s cock leaks drops of precum onto the floor indicating that how much Jimin is enjoying his punishment. Hoseok inserts a third finger next to the others and aims them at Jimin's prostate, abusing it until he surprises them both with an orgasm that has his knees buckling as his hot seed is spent all over the floor.
Hoseok wrapped an arm around Jimin's waist holding the omega came. He leaned over Jimin, pressing his cock against Jimin's raw ass and peppered kisses all over the back of his shoulders and up the back of his neck. He felt Jimin tremble against him, saw his tears fall on the mattress and almost forgave the omega for coming before he allowed him. Almost. Hoseok growled lowly, his lips pressed against Jimin's ear. "How dare you cum without Daddy's permission baby boy?"
Hoseok lifted Jimin effortlessly, and spread him out in front of him on his back on top of the massage table. Jimin whimpered, his tear stained cheeks flushed red from exhaustion and the glow from his powerful orgasm radiated from him. This Jimin, spread out like his next meal with a completely fucked out look on his face was Hoseok's favorite. Hoseok grasped on to Jimin's legs and arched them over his shoulders, stepping closer to align his cock with Jimin's asshole. He placed his arms on either side of Jimin's head and leaned over his body, forcing Jimin's legs to be sandwiched between Hoseok and his own chest.
"You going to regret wasting your cum on the ground like that baby boy," He growled as he dove into Jimin in one swift movement. Hoseok groaned at the feeling of Jimin's warm and tight asshole surrounding his leaking cock. Jimin gasped at the sudden intrusion, his back arched off the table. His hands grabbed Hoseok’s forearms, nails digging into his flesh.
"I wanted your cum on me baby boy, and I'm going to get it," Hoseok grounded out. He pounded into Jimin hard and fast, letting Jimin's sensitive cock rub against his pelvis with every thrust.
"Touch your cock, make yourself hard again, masturbate while I fuck you. Let me see how my baby boy pleasures himself without daddy."
Too exhausted to argue back, afraid of disobeying Hoseok again in the slightest, Jimin wraps a hand around his cock and follows his orders, but the shock to his body of him tugging at his cock as he gets pounded into the bed so soon after him coming sends him into a dry orgasm. He buries his face into his alpha's neck and sobs, aggressively shaking his head.
"Dad... dy... please I-... I can't..." Hoseok slows for a moment to look at the state Jimin is in, and considers if he needs to stop, but Jimin knows his safe word and if he really needed this to end, he would say it.
So, Hoseok drives on, purposefully slapping his hips against Jimin's ass in reminder of his order. Jimin's mouth falls open, but nothing comes out other than small gasps through quiet panting. His eyes roll back in his head as he pumps his cock to full hardness, the sensitivity of it turning into a dull burn. He doesn't want to disappoint his Daddy again. Hoseok hits his prostate and he nearly blacks out from the overload of pleasure. Jimin's arms are too sore to move any longer so he lets go and wraps his arms around Hoseok's neck, arching his back to let his cock rub against the other's stomach until he finally hits his release, screaming Hoseok's name.
Hoseok growls as he nears his release. He slams his lips against Jimin, swallowing his screams and shoots his own hot white seed into his asshole, as Jimin orgasms in spurts all over his stomach, chest and even a little on his face. Hoseok drops Jimin's legs from his shoulders and softens their kiss. He cups Jimin’s face with his hands and strokes his cheeks with his thumbs, attempted to take away the tears that had dried on his face. Hoseok breaks away from Jimins lips only to trail his own across the omegas plush reddens cheeks. After kissing every inch of Jimin's face he finally leans away from him, his hands still cupping Jimin's face.
"Are you okay baby?" Hoseok asks Jimin warily, Hoseok's now flaccid dick slips out of Jimin causing them both to gasp at the oversensitivity. Hoseok wants to step away from Jimin, so he can find a cloth to clean his baby up and then possible sneak him into the sauna but he wanted to make sure that Jimin was okay before he inched away from him. That was the first time Hoseok's wolf had been partially in control while he had sex with Jimin and he wanted to make sure his omega was alright.
Jimin weakly clutches at the hands on his cheeks, clenching his eyes shut as another wave of sobs wash over him. His whole-body aches with every shake of his chest as Hoseok runs a thumb over every tear that runs down his flushed cheeks. Ignoring Hoseok's question, he pulls him into a hug and nuzzles into his neck, pressing wet kisses into the warm skin.
"Daddy, I-I'm sorry I was bad... please don't be mad at me..." His voice is wrecked and he probably won't be moving much for the next few days which means he'll have to cancel that shoot tomorrow but he can't really be mad about it since that means Hoseok will be taking care of him until then. On some occasions, when Hoseok had a class that he couldn't miss after they had rough sex, Yoongi would check on him to see if he needed anything. This was the first time they had done anything this intense, and considering Yoongi was partially the cause of it, Hoseok will probably make Jimin stay with him for a while. Jimin whines as Hoseok's cum leaks out of his asshole, reminding him of how sensitive his body feels to the slightest movement.
"No baby, I'm sorry. I went too hard on you." Hoseok whimpered, he kissed the top of Jimin's head as his omega nuzzled into him.
"I'm so proud of you," Hoseok whispered into Jimin's hair, his hands massaged Jimin's sides and trailed down to his sore bottom, he didn't need to specify why he was proud. Hoseok carefully lifted the omega off the massage table and the laid down himself, with Jimin on top of him. He knew Jimin's bottom was sore and did not want him to put any pressure on it, so he laid with Jimin's chest pressed against his, their arms tightly around each other. He didn't care that his body was completely covered in Jimin's cum all that mattered was that he was holding him in his arms. Hoseok trailed his fingers down Jimin's back, caressing his soft skin comfortingly as he whispered encouraging words into Jimin's ear.
"My baby boy is always so good to Daddy," Hoseok murmured kissing Jimin's forehead. As he felt Jimin begin to relax in his arms, he let out a deep sigh, "I’m going to take good care of my baby."
Jimin hisses as his dick grazes against Hoseok's hip, the orgasm clearly had done a number on his body. Hoseok looks down at him, halting his motions and raising an eyebrow in concern.
"It's touchy..." Jimin mumbles, laying his head on Hoseok's chest and shifting his lower half so that his dick isn't rubbing against anything. He dozes off listening to his alpha's heartbeat as Hoseok caresses his back. His mind goes a little numb and his body feels light. Eyes blinking open a few minutes later and when he feels a hand run through his hair. Glancing up at Hoseok who is looking at him with so much adoration in his eyes, he smiles cutely and leans forward to kitten lick at his collarbone.
"Daddy, I'm thirsty..." Jimin squirms on top of him and blushes at the feeling of the sticky mess he made that's rubbing between them and slowly starting to dry. "...and sticky."
Hoseok feels his heart stutter at Jimins adorable voice accompanied by his reddened cheeks. Hoseok leaned forward to press his lips against Jimin very softly and then slow sat up on the massage table, carefully not to make any sudden movements.
"Wrap yourself around me tightly Minmin," Hoseok cooed in Jimin's ear. Jimin nodded and wrapped his arms around Hoseok's neck and his legs around Hoseok's waist. Hoseok grasped Jimin's thighs instead of his bottom and stood up. He peppered kisses all over jimins face, neck and collarbones and mumbles tender words to him as he leads them both towards the bathroom. Hoseok was determined to make this night all about Jimin and eager to obey the omega’s every command.