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Yoongi's good. He's good. At least that's what he repeats in his head while he works extra hard on today's chores so everything's perfect when Master gets home.
It was just a silly mistake, he'll understand.
Maybe it's not even so important that he has to say it.
The timer on the oven had chimed while Yoongi was in their room, placing newly dried clothes in Hoseok's wardrobe, and he was a little too hasty when closing the door, bumped against it, and it felt.. good. Hoseok's call a few hours before had left him on edge, and it didn't help that all he's wearing today is Master's pretty collar.
So what if he let his little cock slap against the door again? He was just checking it was closed correctly. A few times. Then the smell of his lunch filled his nose and he remembered he was supposed to get it out of the oven and oh god he was grateful it hadn't burned.
So now he's still ashamed, as he sets the table after having finished all his cleaning duties. He's good. It wasn't his fault. And it doesn't count as touching himself, right? It didn't even feel that great, and he didn't come. He shouldn't be so anxious about his master coming home, but he couldn't think about anything much for the rest of the day.
To say Hoseok's day at work had been exhausting is an understatement.
His colleagues sometimes are just so incompetent, and who has to take responsibility? Of course, Hoseok. As CEO of Samsung he has many advantages: the money, the ability to set his own work times.. But it also means he has to stand as representative for the entire company, for whatever any department fucks up. He did manage to fix the problem, but it cost him so many extra nerves, and he's so tense now.
The phone calls with his baby boy in the morning and afternoon at least could take away some of the stress, and he's glad to finally get back home to him now, see his pretty little pet again.
A sigh leaves his lips when he has entered the keycode to unlock the entrance door of their house in East Ichon, letting him in after a little 'beep', and he can finally loosen his tie and put the laptop case down as the door falls shut behind him.
Yoongi perks up when he hears the door, smiling to himself despite what happened earlier. He'll always be happy to see his master, and he hopes that's visible as he rushes to the entrance, greeting him cheerfully, patient behind his gummy smile. "Welcome home, Master."
"Hi, how's my little pet? Been a good boy for Master today?" Hoseok asks nonchalantly, pressing a chaste peck on Yoongi's pout and handing him his coat, drinking in the sight of him properly. He looks as gorgeous as always, and Hoseok hungrily thinks about blowing off some steam later.
Yoongi's nodding as he follows Hoseok further into the house, until he remembers his little incident and blushes with a little gasp, which makes Hoseok raise an eyebrow. He lets it slide and doesn't poke further when Yoongi replies a soft "Yes, Master. Was good."
"What's for dinner, kitten?" The delicious smell of Yoongi's cooking lures him into the kitchen, his stomach making noises in appreciation, and Yoongi's glad the conversation has veered into something he is sure and proud about, hurrying to plate the food as he answers.
"Samgyeopsal, Master! I used those new spices you got me last month. I hope it tastes as good as it smells." He giggles, bringing out some wine as well, and Hoseok praises him as he gets wined and dined, proud of how sweet his pet always is to him.
As soon as everything is prepared, he commands Yoongi to sit in his lap like he always does, and then takes a bite to taste the food, marveling at how well it's done before feeding his kitten some as well. Yoongi blushes at the praise, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear, and waits quietly until the plate is empty.
Hoseok leans back in his chair and just looks over his pretty pet, sipping on his wine and bringing up a hand to thumb over Yoongi's pouty lips. "So, what did my lovely kitten do all day?"
"I cooked this, washed and dried your clothes, um, uh, watered the plants, cleaned one of the guest rooms.." he lists, looking up at the ceiling, his fingers flexing over his bare thighs as he resolves not to talk about his little slip up. Instead he looks back into Hoseok's eyes with a small smile, hoping he can avoid further questions. "How was your day, Master?"
"Terrible, don't even mention it. Couldn't wait to get back to you all day. Sounds like you were a good boy. Are you Master's good kitten, hm?" He runs his fingers all over Yoongi's skin, always amazed at how incredibly soft and pale it is.
Then Yoongi's eyes suddenly fill with tears; he's not that good. He hates disappointing his master, especially if he had a bad day at work, but he also hates lying to him or hiding things from him, so he pouts down at his lap, hands fidgety again, and murmurs "I don't know, Master. I-I did something."
Hoseok would be lying if he said that confession didn't take him by surprise, his brows knitting together. His kitten has not been behaving well? That sounds quite impossible, but he’s curious to know about it now.
He makes his pet look back up at him with a finger under his chin, and Yoongi squirms a little but doesn't avert his gaze, wanting to at least do that well. "And what was it that you did?" Hoseok asks, undertone in his voice stern and an eyebrow raised up.
Yoongi's eyes are pleading and his voice shaky, not sure if he's really broken a rule. "I'm sorry, Master. I hit, um, my cock on the wardrobe door. And it felt good. But I didn't touch, and I didn't come, kitten swears."
Hoseok eyes him up, face still pulled into an unreadable expression. "Hmm. But you only did it once. Right, kitten? It was only an accident."
"It was an accident, but it felt good. I did it a few more times," Yoongi admits, pout deepening in understanding. He was bad. That's not what Master deserves after a stressful day, and he's really regretting it now.
Hoseok nods once, twice, humming lowly. He seems to be thinking for a moment, jaw clenching. "You know that's not what a good kitten would've done, don't you, love?" He roughly cups Yoongi's small cock in his lap, eyes almost vicious. "That here is mine, and you're not allowed to touch or pleasure yourself without my explicit permission. And I think you've broken that rule, don't you agree, pet?"
Yoongi nods vigorously, making a tear slip down his cheek that Hoseok wipes away as he fondles the cock still in his other palm. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, kitten wants to be good," he pleads. Anything to make his master pleased again.
"You know breaking the rules will bring you a punishment for it. But since you've been honest with me I think I'll go easy on you. What do you think, kitten?"
Yoongi bites his lips and nods, staying still even with Hoseok's hand already making him start to harden. "Thank you, Master. I will take whatever punishment you see fit."
"Oh kitten, you're such a lovely pet, why did you have to disobey.." Hoseok shakes his head disapprovingly, he really hates having to discipline his kitten. But he also knows it’s necessary, will help make Yoongi feel better about the slip-up afterwards, because it means he’s being forgiven. "Alright, off to the bedroom with you. I want to see you sitting prettily on the floor for me in 5 minutes."
Yoongi gets down from Hoseok's lap and starts to make his way to the bedroom, head hanging in shame, before he stops and turns around, eyeing the table nervously. "Um, Master, what about the dishes?"
Hoseok lets out a deep sigh, pushes his chair back and stands up, taking a look at his expensive watch before he fixes up Yoongi with a displeased frown. "The dishes can wait. Or are you trying to distract from your punishment, doll?"
Yoongi's eyes widen then and he shakes his head, walking a few steps backwards. "No, no, Master, the dishes can wait. I'll go to the bedroom now."
"Sitting prettily. On your knees. On the floor," Hoseok stresses, advancing towards Yoongi, watching him nod and disappear into the direction of their huge master bedroom. He goes into their closest bathroom to freshen up a bit, purposefully taking longer than five minutes just to test his baby's patience, whether he'll still be obedient and waiting for him on the floor.
And Yoongi knows this is also part of the punishment, extra time for him to think back on his mistake, and it hurts to think he was so selfish.
When Hoseok enters the bedroom he releases a pleased hum seeing Yoongi still waiting for him, hands resting on his thighs. He stands right in front of him, looking down, then paces around him once. He takes a few moments to just look at his pet, drink in the sight of him all obedient, before he crouches down and grips his jaw tightly, making him wince. "Now tell me, what have you done wrong baby, hm?"
Yoongi steadies himself and speaks as best as he can with the hand restricting his movements. "I pleasured myself without your permission, Master."
Hoseok hums in agreement, lovingly running his fingers through Yoongi's soft hair before gripping it and pulling his head back forcefully. "That's right, pet. And why is that bad?"
"Ah, b-because my cock and my pleasure belong to you, and I must not do anything without Master telling me to," he recites, phrases he learned ages ago, that he had to use often when he was still in the first months of his training, and that he naively thought he was past by now. Yet he's not above them even after so much time, and he's thankful for that. It's a good reminder that his master will always be the one making those decisions, and he doesn't have to think about what rules he's got down, not when he's too careless to not break them.
"Good boy." Hoseok lets go of his hair and stands back up, taking off the suit jacket and throwing it over the armrest of the settee in the corner of the room. "Because you've been honest and told me about your mistake, I'll give you a reward and let you choose your punishment. Do you want to get spanked or edged?" he asks while he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt.
Yoongi hates that he can't see his master undress, and the question takes him a little by surprise, letting out a little gasp as he thinks it over. "Really, Master? Kitten can choose?"
"Mhmm," Hoseok confirms, voice still patient. "Or does my kitten want me to choose for him?"
"I.. Yes, Master," Yoongi replies, blinking, mind feeling a little fuzzy as he hears Hoseok stroll over to their wardrobe and get out a black box, one that he knows contains a few of their toys, ropes, gags, restraints and similar stuff. He shouldn't be choosing anyway; he was bad.
Hoseok sets the box down onto their glass table, doesn't answer anything yet, just looks through its contents until he finds what he's looking for: their leather handcuffs. They're a pretty pink with soft velvet inside, and the steel chain that links them together is short enough to not allow much movement at all. "20 spanks with the crop it is. That's enough for now. What does a good pet say?"
"Thank you, Master!" Yoongi replies enthusiastically. It doesn't even sound like too much; he really is grateful. Master is always so good to him.
"Good boy," he praises, indifferent face pulling into a slight smirk. He goes towards Yoongi, standing in front of him and ordering him to stand up and turn around to put the cuffs on his thin wrists behind his back. Once they're fastened, he checks whether they're too tight by sticking a finger inside, seeing they're loose enough for it to fit. Then he moves away again to go to his wardrobe and retrieve the crop out of it, coming back and commanding Yoongi to kneel.
Yoongi's knees already feel weak, the slow pace encouraging him to go down and put himself in his master's hands fully. Before the actual punishment, he'll have some fun riling his pet up. "Tell me our safeword, kitten."
"Red, Master," he replies as clearly as he can, dying for a touch.
"That's right, my kitten." Hoseok places the end of the crop under Yoongi's chin and makes him look up into his eyes, letting his own rake all over the gorgeous body in front of him. "I always thought I trained you well. You're usually such a good-mannered pet." He lets the crop wander over Yoongi's chest, only so lightly the touch feels barely there, grazing over his nipples, further down down down until he's gently circling over the milky thighs. Yoongi's eyes flutter and threaten to close, but he won't let them.
"But you've broken a rule today and I'm very disappointed in you. You think you little whore get to decide when to pleasure yourself? Your body belongs to me. That was a form of disrespect against my authority and I will not tolerate such a thing," he spits out harshly, and Yoongi's bliss evaporates, the heavy weight of his master's words making him crave his punishment.
Hoseok is still letting the crop wander over his thighs, and then a little further up over his little cock, before he slaps it hard. Yoongi whines but doesn't move an inch. He's good. "Th-thank you, Master."
"Shut the fuck up," he barks out, whipping his cock once more, making Yoongi grit his teeth. He's grateful for the restraint the cuffs provide, and his head struggles to catch up as his master keeps speaking. "Silly little thing thinks he gets a say about his body? Should I just cage you up whenever I leave the house to make sure you don't behave like a bitch in heat? Hm? I think you forgot who you belong to; you’re nothing but my toy. And do toys have the right to just pleasure themselves without their master?"
"No, they don't, Master," comes the hesitant answer as he blinks tears out of his eyes.
Hoseok is back to gently caressing his cock and thigh, and he chuckles. "That's right, they don't. They're just stupid little cocksleeves for me to use as I like. You do exactly what I tell you to and only when I do, but not a single second do you get any pleasure without my permission, no matter with or without touching yourself. Are we crystal clear now, kitten?" Hoseok asks at the same time as he brings the crop down painfully on his leaking cock one last time.
Yoongi nods, crying out and digging his nails into his palms. "Yes, Master! It w-won't happen again. Kitten is good."
When Hoseok is satisfied with his result, deeming him ready for the actual punishment, he takes a step forward and runs his fingers through Yoongi's hair, then tenderly cups his jaw and runs his thumb over his cheek, making him melt into the softer touch until it's ripped away.
"Alright kitten, enough talking. Up with you and over my lap." Hoseok walks away towards their bed, sitting down on it with his back propped up by headboard, and Yoongi attempts to calm his breathing before rising up and wobbling over to the bed. He's ashamed about leaving a few drops of precum on the pristine marble floor, and now on Hoseok's lap as he climbs over it.
Hoseok pulls Yoongi properly over his lap, repositioning them so they're comfortable. He runs both his hands over the plump asscheeks for a moment, just groping and kneading the soft flesh freely, still pale and unblemished. Not for long. "You're gonna count them for me, and if you slip we're starting over again."
"Yes, Master." He's ready and he'll be good, not really hoping to make his master proud after his earlier behaviour but to prove he can still follow orders. He stays quiet while Hoseok picks up the crop again, running it up and down the back of Yoongi's thighs, before whipping him once, twice.
He's not expecting the second hit so soon, but he still hurries to count both. "One! Two!"
Hoseok ruthlessly spanks him three more times, further down now on the part where his cheeks meet his thighs, each of his blows harsh from the beginning on already. "Three! Four! F-five!" Yoongi counts diligently, struggling to breathe with the speed and force of the hits.
The crop leaves sharp, bright pink streaks over his skin, which are soon going to turn a shade of red that Hoseok can't wait to see. As much as he hates punishing his baby, he does enjoy the pretty looking impact it will leave for days, gonna make him feel the pain whenever he'll sit down for the rest of the week.
He lets his kitten breathe for a few moments, just caressing his cheeks with the crop again, stroking it up and down, humming to himself in satisfaction. Yoongi waits, alert, until Hoseok lifts the crop again and he starts spitting out numbers. He spanks the right cheek once, then the left once, and then once the back of his thighs proper, before pretending to go for a fourth one, but he brings the crop down gently instead of hitting the skin.
"Six! Seven! Ah, eight! Nine!" When the last one doesn't actually hurt, he widens his eyes and lifts his head, trying to look back at Hoseok's face while the chain holding his hands together rattles uselessly. "Wait, no, Master, I'm sorry!"
Hoseok chuckles darkly, a glint in his eyes lighting up. "You should count properly, kitten. We don't wanna start all over again now, do we?" He gives him three more spanks onto his ass, curious to see if his pet is able to keep up now, or if they have to start again.
He takes a bit longer to count this time, but once Hoseok is done, he clenches his fists and murmurs "Nine. Ten. Eleven," waiting, hoping he got it right. He knows his master isn't bluffing and would gladly give him eleven more, and he would deserve them.
"Stupid little baby.." Hoseok laughs, but lets him get away with the little mistake now that he's gotten it correct this time, petting his hair lovingly. The next two times he whips him, Hoseok does it extra hard, the abused cheeks such a gorgeous shade already just getting ruined even more.
Yoongi still isn't sure if he said the right numbers, but he can't think too much about it before he's letting out a little scream and hurrying to keep counting. He wasn't told to start again, after all. "T-twelve. Thirteen, ah."
Hoseok hums, giving him a moment to calm down. But his generosity doesn't hold for very long, because then he's hitting him five more times, one harder than the other, without any hesitation. By now his skin has started tearing at a few spots, tiny droplets of blood poking through, and Yoongi's crying, but he knows he has to get the words out no matter what, even if just opening his mouth seems to enhance the pain.
"F-fourteen. F-f-fifteen. S-sixteen. Sevent-teen. Eigh-eighteen." He sounds pathetic, but he's so close to being done. He can do it, he's good.
Hoseok gives him another small break, keeps petting his hair, shushes his crying gently. "Shhh, kitten. We're nearly done now. You're a good pet, aren't you? Are you gonna be good for me and take it?"
Yoongi shudders and presses up into the touch, mumbling mindlessly " 'm good. Can take it for Master."
Hoseok makes a little cooing noise and then gives him the remaining two whips, not any gentler than the ones before. "N-nineteen. Twenty."
He takes a look at his work, full of pride and satisfaction at how red and abused the skin looks where it had been hit multiple times, all the way from his ass down to his upper thighs.
Yoongi relaxes then, softly sobbing into the sheets but still not moving, just basking in the fact that he did it, he was good and took his punishment, and only made a tiny mistake that he fixed quickly. He wants to ask his master how he did, if he was satisfied, but he's also too spent to speak, the counting being an essential exception.
Hoseok puts away the crop, opens the handcuffs around Yoongi's wrists and tenderly rubs the skin there. He lets him cry everything out while holding him closely, knowing it's an important part for a sub's body to handle the emotional stress of such a harsh punishment, before he starts speaking again.
"You’ve done so well, kitten," he praises, and leans towards the nightstand to retrieve some wet wipes and an antiseptic lotion. The reason he chose the crop instead of a paddle or just his hands is because it always has the prettiest and the absolute most painful results, but it also needs special aftercare.
"Master is so proud of you, my precious moon. Taken it so well, even after I tested you." While Hoseok wipes off the hurt buttcheeks and thighs to rub on some of the ointment afterwards, he keeps gently talking to him. "You're such a wonderful kitten, Master loves you so much, you're forgiven."
Yoongi reaches up to grip Hoseok's slacks when he feels like his arms have regained enough strength, dying to touch his master at least through his clothes. He makes tiny noises when his most scarred areas are touched, but his crying starts easing down, and he even manages to smile, overwhelmed by the praise.
"Thank you, Master," he whispers, happy, settled, no longer anxious about his earlier mistake. Now that his ass isn't in so much pain, he realizes he's leaked a lot more, and that he's painfully hard, crushed between his dead weight and Hoseok's thighs.
Hoseok hears the little noise he makes, and immediately knows by the way he can feel Yoongi's small hard-on push against his thigh that it's because he's getting needy. Although this punishment helped Hoseok blow off the steam from the stress he had at work, he’s still aroused, and so is his kitten.
"Alright kitten, you're gonna suck Master off now, and if you keep being a good boy then I'll do some pretty patterns with the rope and fuck you all tied up. What do we say to that, kitten?"
Yoongi perks up and licks his lips, turning his head to offer his Master a gummy smile. So he's getting rewards now? "Thank you, Master," he purrs, then tries to see how bad his ass looks. "Can kitten move yet?"
Hoseok runs his hand through Yoongi's hair, down his back and rubs soothing circles over his ass, nodding to his baby with a small smile. Then he cups his jaw, running his thumb over Yoongi's bottom lip, a dark look behind his eyes. "You may move now, kitten. Be good and get those pretty lips around me."
Yoongi nods and pushes himself up until he's lying between his master's legs, letting out tiny 'ow ow ow's all the way that Hoseok is quick to scold. "Tsk. No complaints now."
Once Yoongi's settled properly between his legs, reaching out to touch his slacks with the tips of his fingers, the sight goes straight to Hoseok's dick. His pet seems to blush as he sees just how badly he wet the fabric. "Oops. Sorry, Master."
Hoseok has to hold himself back to keep calm, one hand fumbling with his zipper while the other goes into Yoongi's hair to grasp it, pulling slightly. "Shut up."
Yoongi wants to argue that he is sorry, didn't mean to ruin his pants by being a horny bitch, but the hand in his hair makes his mouth hang open, tongue lolling out as he stares at Hoseok's dick in his hand, watching him pump the whole length with a faint groan leaving his lips. "Open up wide, pet."
When Yoongi forces his jaw to go as far down as it can, feeling some drool trickle down onto the sheets, Hoseok slaps his dick onto his tongue a few times before he guides it inside his mouth, groaning when those gorgeous lips close around him. "Good boy."
Yoongi's expression is sinful enough to have Hoseok fully hard already, and his other hand slips into his kitten's hair as well, not yet pushing or pulling, just resting there. "Come on, show me how good my pet is trained to take me."
The weight of his master's cock finally settled in his mouth makes Yoongi forget about the sting in his ass or the uncomfortable position, even closing his eyes for a second to have it be all he's feeling. But he's good, opens them back up when Hoseok speaks, and starts bobbing his head, his tongue lapping at the underside.
Hoseok throws his head back, the warm wetness around his cock too sweet. But it's not quite enough, so he looks back down at Yoongi and increases the pressure on the back of his head to push him further down on his cock, until his kitten's nose hits his pelvis. He keeps him there for a few moments, moaning at the tightness of his throat constricting around him, and Yoongi's lips twitch into a smile at the easy slide, knowing that's one thing he'll never mess up.
His lungs start burning after a few seconds but he endures it, stays still, and simply swallows when Hoseok lets go of his hair to let him up to breathe, opening back up immediately after.
"Fuck.." Hoseok curses at this sight, thinking to himself that he really has the most obedient pet, so pretty and so sinfully dirty. It's definitely justified whenever he brags to his colleagues about how good his little kitten can suck cock.
He pushes the tip inside Yoongi's pliant mouth again, making him just bob up and down over the head to tease himself, his jaw clenching at the feeling, and Yoongi cheers internally as he gets to suckle on the head for a bit. That's where he can really play around with his tongue and gets to hear his master's pleasure. He's also a little hungry for the first beads of precum to appear, even though he hopes if he's good he'll get to swallow everything at the end.
Hoseok's breathing gets heavier, his mouth parting to let out a few groans. He makes Yoongi go a bit faster, pushing his head a little further each time too, before he pulls him off completely, grabbing his length with one hand and smearing the precum that's slowly dribbling out over his pouty lips now beautifully wet with spit. "Such a messy little kitten.. So hungry for Master's cum?" Hoseok remarks, combing Yoongi's fringe back.
Yoongi slowly blinks up at Hoseok, his tongue restless inside his mouth as he obediently keeps his lips pouted. He nods carefully, not wanting to spill a drop. "Yes, Master. Can kitten please lick?"
"Silly little kitten.." Hoseok chuckles darkly, his eyes still sternly on him. "Come on, take what you need. Be good and I'll let you swallow it all." He removes his fist from around his cock and leans back a bit, and it slaps up against his abs, rock-hard and heavy with more precum pooling out.
Yoongi follows each movement attentively, licking his lips with a little moan before crawling forward and taking Hoseok's cock back in his mouth, eagerly lapping at the slit and letting his eyes flutter closed in bliss.
"Ah, fuck.." Hoseok grunts, unable to keep his hips from thrusting upwards a bit, just the slightest bit. Yoongi lets out a surprised little hum at the first thrust, speeding up his tongue as he knows that will be taken from him at any second, and then he's squealing when Hoseok thrusts once more, this time a bit harder, hands back in his hair. He stays still and pliant again and feels all tingly at the prospect of his master fucking him at last, even if it's in his upper hole.
Hoseok's eyes close in pleasure while he fucks his cock in and out of Yoongi's mouth, before he opens them again to intensely watch his reactions as he pushes his head down at the same time as thrusting upwards, forcing Yoongi to deepthroat him harshly. He repeats the motion for quite some time, enjoying the choking noises as he feels himself getting closer.
Yoongi sputters, his fingers clenching the sheets, but he has to be good, so he relaxes his throat further and shuts his eyes to focus on being a good toy. It feels good too, so he doesn't understand why it's not as smooth as it should be, but he hopes it's enough to satisfy his master.
The tightness of Yoongi's throat only spurs Hoseok on to go harder, not giving him a break but instead just holding him still with both hands so his pet can't pull back up while he thrusts his cock inside as deep as possible, hissing through clenched teeth. He can feel his balls getting tighter, urgent to release, but he holds it back just some more to be able to enjoy Yoongi choking a little bit longer.
The tears streaming down his face are mixing with his drool as Hoseok increases his pace, and he whines when he realizes some precum is flowing out as well, his throat too tense to swallow properly. He looks up with pleading eyes, hoping his master understands his concern and lets him swallow every last drop. He's being good.
"Fuck-" The look on Yoongi's face is enough to have Hoseok come with a deep grunt, pulling him slightly off his dick to release his cum all over his pink tongue. "You better not waste a single drop," he warns, hair still in a tight grip to keep him in place.
Yoongi pants with ragged breaths when his throat is empty again, and he rasps out something that's supposed to be a "Yes, Master" with his mouth wide open and his tongue still out, hoping he caught it all and waiting to be told to swallow so he can also dive down and lap up the wet spots on the sheets.
Hoseok waits until he's emptied himself completely on Yoongi's tongue, the high of his orgasm slowly fading as the last drops of cum trickle into the eager mouth. He takes his cock completely out of Yoongi's mouth, letting it plop back down onto his abs. With a satisfied smirk he commands Yoongi to swallow, and waits until he hears him gulp before he slaps him across the face, though not too hard. "Open up and show me."
Yoongi faces forward and opens, thinking that if he hasn't swallowed it all, he'll get to feel more run down his throat. But any amount he's given is enough, always thankful his master trusts him with his cum.
"Good kitten," Hoseok remarks, wiping away a tear streak with his thumb, before he notices all the leftover spit and cum on the sheets and himself, making a little displeased noise in the back of his throat. "And clean up the fucking mess you've made. Filthy cumslut."
Yoongi's eyes widen before he leans down to lap everything up carefully, enjoying when his forehead or his nose bump against Hoseok's thighs. Hoseok observes his every move, and he keeps his face neutral and indifferent, but internally it does turn him on greatly to see his pet lick up everything all pliantly. He lifts his leg to nudge his shin against Yoongi's neglected little cock, chuckling when he sees him flinch.
Once he's done he stays down, though he keens softly when he feels there's a mess between his own legs as well. But it's okay if Master doesn't want to fuck him. It seems, however, that he hasn't forgotten about his promise from earlier.
"Is kitten ready for the ropes now? Has he been good enough to be taken however Master pleases when he's all tied up?"
Yoongi whimpers and nods, bringing his knees closer so his ass is back on display, hopefully a bright red by now. "Yes, Master, please," he asks, the thought too much already. "Kitten has been good."
"God, you're.." Hoseok groans. "Such a perfect fucking little thing.." He half-heartedly stuffs himself back into his slacks and pushes himself off the bed, striding over towards the glass table with the black box still on top. He rummages through it, getting out a blindfold and a ball gag he puts to one side, before he pulls out two bundles of rope: one baby blue and one pastel pink, walking back to the bed to hold the two items in front of Yoongi. "Choose one. Blue or pink?"
Yoongi kneels on the bed and thinks it over for a second before he points at one bundle and looks up into Hoseok's eyes. "Blue. It will look better against my bruises, right, Master?"
Hoseok smiles at him with a pleased grin. "Such a clever little kitten." He leaves the blue rope on the bed and returns the pink one into the box, taking the blindfold and gag with him instead. Once back next to Yoongi, he ties the blindfold over his eyes, making sure it sits nice and tight so he won't be able to peek.
Yoongi pouts when the blindfold comes first, wanting to see how pretty he'll look all tied up, but he doesn't complain. Taking away his sight will heighten all his other senses while Hoseok ties him up with the rope. And the rest he does with practised ease: knotting the rope into an intricate pattern over Yoongi's body, arms pinned to his chest, instructing him on how to move if he needs to, checking whether or not it's too tight in between. He takes his time and doesn't rush, so that Yoongi can really concentrate on how it feels on his skin.
By the time he's done, half an hour has passed and his pet is completely tied, arms, hands, and legs immobile.
"Stay still, kitten. I'm gonna get my phone," Hoseok orders, and pets him reassuringly one last time before he leaves the bedroom to take his phone out of his coat, wanting to take some nice pictures and record the work he did on Yoongi.
He frowns when he hears his master walk away, but he trusts him, knows he would've said so if he really meant to leave him alone like this.
Hoseok's back just a moment later, letting his presence be known by closing the door behind him, although his steps are easily heard on the marble tile floor.
He approaches the bed, places a finger under Yoongi's chin to make him look up, and snaps a picture that he shares in a group chat to tease his colleagues. "Good boy. You look perfect."
He barely has any time to smile before Hoseok fastens the ball gag around on him, but he's happy to have something in his mouth, even if it's not a part of his master's body
Hoseok sets the phone to recording and gently repositions Yoongi so that he's kneeling with his ass up, head on a pillow. He runs a hand all over his pale skin, over the pretty knots and even more beautiful bruises on his ass, and ends up teasing his pink hole.
Yoongi makes soft noises while Hoseok touches him, being good and not even leaning into it in case he's being recorded. He tries to always be on his best behaviour when it comes to Hoseok showing him off, wanting to make him proud and help him get everyone else jealous. It's not like he needs any reminding, but he loves when his master is in the mood to really drill it home that Yoongi is his.
He's acutely aware of his hole now, how empty it is and how clenching its muscles stretches the skin on his cheeks. But he'll get fucked soon, Master said so, and he's excited, happy to not be able to move an inch.
"You're being extra well-mannered today. Might give you a reward if you continue being so pliant, kitten," Hoseok notes after he ends the video and puts the phone away, running his fingertips down Yoongi's spine, and he responds with a happy noise around the gag. He's grateful he never has to think much when his master doesn't expect him to speak.
Although they have a 'safeword' gesture, with the blindfold on, gag in his mouth and being this tied up, his pet is completely at Hoseok's mercy and the power that holds has him achingly hard in his slacks again, so he palms himself through the material a bit, letting out a small huff.
He leans down to press a few kisses over Yoongi's bruised ass, but then slaps it hard with a palm, making him whine high pitched. Mind so fuzzy he wasn't expecting it after so many soft touches and kisses.
Then Hoseok laps over his fluttering hole with his flat tongue, only to see him shudder. He spits on it and circles the rim with a finger before pushing it inside. Yoongi sighs, almost frustrated his position doesn't let him arch up against it, but he knows that's for his own good, he shouldn't rush his master.
The lower part of his face is already covered in drool, he's still leaking against the ropes, and he briefly wonders how he'll let his master know he's so close so fast.
Hoseok pushes in a second finger soon, purposefully avoiding his prostate and not using any lube yet to not make it too pleasurable, just slightly bordering on having the stretch feel good. He intently fingers him looser with those two digits, regretting not having plugged Yoongi up this morning. A third finger squeezes inside along the others, curling and stretching apart, and Yoongi moans, the burn barely noticeable as he can only focus on finally having something in his empty hole.
Suddenly it's too much, and he wants to scream for his master to please please stop or let him come, but nothing comes out. Hoseok can feel the tremble in Yoongi's legs as a telltale sign he's gotta stop now before he has him too close, pulls out his fingers and blows some cold air on the hole that now clenches prettily around nothing.
Yoongi's grateful when he gets his wish, letting his face press further into the pillow and shivering.
There's a bottle of strawberry lube in the drawer of the bedside table Hoseok gets out, and then he pulls his slacks down to let his boner pop free and jerk himself to full hardness, before he's too needy himself to wait any longer, and dribbles some more lube onto Yoongi's hole, his pet seeming close to tears in anticipation.
He lines himself up and without further preamble or any warning, pushes his cock inside until he's fully bottomed out. Yoongi's still so tight around him, squeezing him so deliciously, and he can't hold back a groan from escaping his lips. Knowing fully well his pet will take whatever he gives him, he starts a brutal pace right from the beginning, chasing his own pleasure more than anything.
Yoongi purrs and moans and keens and loses himself in the high of being used, still tight and with Hoseok's hips hitting his bruised cheeks, unable to do anything but be rammed into. And he'd love to stay like that forever, but he's going to come at any moment now, and he knows he has to say so, hopes his master thinks he deserves it. "Master, please!" he mumbles behind the gag, really the only two words in his brain at the moment.
Hoseok perks up at the sound, and since he's feeling his sadistic side come out at the assumption that his pet is about to come, he pulls out his cock entirely. "Aw, kitten was about to cum?" He fakes sympathy, just rubbing his length over his crack but not sinking inside, has Yoongi nodding mindlessly. "About to make cummies all over the sheets although I haven't even touched his pathetic little cock?" He grabs Yoongi's hair and pulls his head up from the pillow forcefully while he continues to spit out mean things, still only teasing himself over his ass. "You fucking bitch think you deserve to come? Think you've even earned to feel good?!"
He starts sobbing then, wetting the blindfold, drooling all over himself. Of course he can't come, what was he thinking? "No, Master, I'm sorry!" he tries to say, grateful he's still being touched, even if he's disappointing his master, wasting his time, halting his pleasure.
Hoseok chuckles cruelly at Yoongi's reaction, and then he rams back inside, angling his hips down in a way he knows will definitely hit his prostate, repeating the motion with force behind his thrusts. "Fucking cum then, bitch!"
Yoongi falls back down on the bed with a scream, and he's coming with the first thrust, bucking his hips uselessly and crying while he chants "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Master is angry and it's his fault. He's selfish, he shouldn't think about coming, and yet he's given permission, Master is too nice.
Hoseok groans at the feeling of Yoongi clenching around him, slowing his thrusting a bit to enjoy it better. "Fuck, so tight for me, so good, kitten.." His own orgasm is getting dangerously closer and he keeps chasing it with deep thrusts, reaching to grab his phone on the bedside table.
He presses record after the camera's opened once more, holding the phone up to show his cock every time it disappears inside Yoongi's stretched rim, his other hand holding his hip with a bruising grip. Hoseok's movements start getting sloppier, and then he groans and pulls out, shooting his load all over Yoongi's gaping hole and fucking it back inside.
He rides out his orgasm, and when he's spent pulls out, just filming the way his cum slowly drips out of Yoongi's ass, running down his thighs over light blue ropes and bright red bruises.
He closes the camera again and locks his phone, throwing it somewhere on the bed, and Yoongi mumbles out a "Thank you, Master," exhausted but finally feeling like he's satisfied him.
"You look so perfect kitten, you should see yourself. But Master took some pretty pictures, so I’m gonna untie you now." Hoseok starts with the ball gag, unlocking the clasp at the back of his head and then putting the drooly thing away to get cleaned later, and Yoongi slurps up some of the drool, licking his lips and enjoying the ache in his jaw from biting down on the gag.
Next he unties the drenched blindfold, careful not to expose Yoongi too quickly to the light, and he struggles to open his eyes but wants to see his master, smiling when he does. "Was I good?" he murmurs, then coughs a little, his voice spent from all the screaming and crying.
"So good." Hoseok breaks into a heart-shaped smile, going soft at his pet looking all fucked out and ruined. "You're the best kitten Master could ever wish for." He starts undoing the knots in the ropes, freeing Yoongi's legs first and helping him stretch the overstrained muscles out, before he moves on to the torso. "In fact," he begins, opening the connection that bound his right arm to his chest, "You've been so good that you earned yourself a reward. You can request whatever you want, no matter what. Choose carefully and tell me once you've decided."
Soon the last knot comes undone and Hoseok moves the rope away, checking his body for any signs of a burn. Then he readjusts his slacks so they won't slip further down, and hooks his arms underneath Yoongi's knees and shoulders, lifting him off the bed and carrying him towards their closest bathroom.
Yoongi closes his eyes, exhaustion finally overtaking him as he curls up against his master's chest. "Mm, water and kisses." It's the first thing that comes to mind, what he needs right now, and he can't yet fully process what 'anything you want' could mean.
"Silly thing. That's what you get either way." Hoseok chuckles, places him on a stool next to the bath and drapes a big towel around his shoulders, letting the tub fill with hot water in the meantime.
He throws a bath bomb in there as well and leaves the room, letting Yoongi watch the fizzling bomb painting the water a gorgeous shade of pink all fascinated, to return with a bottle of Sprite from their fridge. While petting Yoongi's hair, he makes him gulp down a fair amount, holding the bottle to his lips for him, making sure he doesn't spill. "Ready for the bath?"
Yoongi nods and licks his lips, feeling warm but knowing the bath will also be warm, especially if his master gets in with him, and he's also torn between looking at Hoseok and at the water. "Pretty. Master too, please?"
Hoseok smiles fondly at his cute behaviour, starting to unbutton his dress shirt. "Of course, kitten." After he's stepped out of his clothes, he helps a staring Yoongi stand up and carefully step into the colored water, taking his place right behind him. Once they're seated comfortably, Hoseok presses dozens of kisses all over Yoongi's shoulders and neck, making him giggle, and he lathers up a soft sponge with his favourite tangerine scented shower gel, beginning to wash his baby boy just like they do every day.
"You know," Hoseok says softly, carefully massaging shampoo into his hair, "If there's anything I can buy you, or if there's anything you want to have or do, you can wish for it. That's your reward."
Yoongi frowns cutely as he thinks hard, but he doesn't wish for things often, trusting his master to take care of his every need, and not wanting to get disappointed if his idea gets rejected. "Hm, do I have to answer now, Master?" he wonders, his hands playing with the sponge.
"No, think about it carefully and tell me if you have something." Hoseok washes the shampoo out of his hair, and when he's all done, leans back against the tub, relaxing for a few moments. Although he feels much better than when he got home, he's still exhausted and tired out from work.
"Maybe I'll invite some colleagues over this week, show you off," he murmurs, thinking out loud. "They definitely aren't allowed to touch you this time.. gonna make them desperate for you and then tell them to fucking do a better job next time to earn it." Hoseok closes his eyes, head resting against the tub. "What do you think, pet?"
Yoongi hums, settling under Hoseok's chin and getting more warmth from him than from the water. "I hope it makes them respect you from now on, Master."
"They better do, I'll have them fired faster than they can fall to their knees and beg." And he means it.
"Did you show them how pretty I looked tonight? I wanna see too," he murmurs against Hoseok's skin, nuzzling closer.
"Yes, I have. They're probably going at it like feral dogs right now. I'll show you the pictures later. I've tried a new pattern on you today." He wraps his arms around his kitten, sighing deeply.
"Hm, you spoil me, Master." Yoongi smiles, happy to be able to ease his stress and eager to watch himself be ruined. For now he likes how the water feels too hot on his scarred skin, how his limbs are still tired. That just means his master will keep carrying him.
"Only because my kitten deserves it. Master loves to spoil you too much, but you’ve also earned yourself a reward by being good, and you know good pets get rewards," Hoseok states, simple rules they've used since the beginning, nowadays way more often than the punishments. "C'mon, let's get out of the water before it gets cold. Are you tired?"
"Yes, Master. Do you need anything else tonight?"
Hoseok helps him stand up and climb out of the tub, wrapping the towel from before around him to rub him dry. "No it's alright, we can go to bed, but I'll still need to look over some PDF documents. You can clean the mess in the bedroom tomorrow, we'll use one of the guest rooms."
"Okay, Master, thank you. I will wake up if you need me at any point."
Hoseok doesn't say anything, just puts Yoongi in a pristine white bathrobe, sitting him down on the stool, and makes him open his mouth to brush his teeth for him. When they're both done and ready, and Yoongi seems too tired out to walk on his own, he lifts him up once more, and walks them into one of their spare rooms, not as big as the master bedroom, but fulfilling its purpose.
He tucks his pet under the sheets and watches him curl up with a frown when he disappears for a moment to retrieve his laptop, Yoongi pawing at Hoseok's robe when he comes back and slips into the bed next to him. "Master, the dishes," he drawls, still worried about it even if his eyes are already closed and he feels like he could sleep for days.
"Shhh, sleep," Hoseok shushes, petting his still damp hair. "Tomorrow's time enough for kitten to clean up." While the computer boots up, he pulls Yoongi closer, making him rest his head on his chest, caressing his cheek with a thumb.
Yoongi nods weakly and lets out a soft sigh, finally letting himself relax. "I love you, Master. Sleep well," he murmurs, reaching up to rest his hand on top of Hoseok's wrist.
"I love you too, sweet little kitten." Hoseok fondly smiles down at him, and Yoongi drifts off to sleep, exhausted from worrying all day and letting it out all night, but peaceful in his master's arms.