#and btm hoseok was a def Inspo

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baby, admit it – day 28

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Kim Taehyung

➵ Prompt: Humiliation    ↪ content: btm!hoseok, name-calling, humiliation kink, stepping on cock

➵ Word Count: 2,822 words

Hoseok was a strong man, mentally and physically. He was pretty reliable around the house, always helping Taehyung to lug around heavy boxes or moving furniture around. His boyfriend loved fawning over his biceps and the magnificent lines of his stomach, even taking it a step further by worshipping them with his tongue when he felt like it. And that was often.

“Babe,” he grunted, rolling over, “can you turn off the alarm for me?”

Taehyung wasn't moving—hell, he didn't even wake up from his sleep. Taehyung always fell into the realm of the dead in the night, never could be moved from his unconscious state. Fuck. Hoseok wanted to smack himself but instead he rolled his boyfriend off the bed.

The resounding thump was loud enough to have Hoseok cackling, clutching his stomach as he turned over to tuck himself back into bed. Sunlight was already streaming through the curtains, bits of day filtering into the dimly lit room. But it was his day off and all he wanted to do was—

“You piece of fucking shit,” Taehyung growled, bouncing on top of him. He nearly did an elbow drop on his chest but Hoseok was quick to dart away with a laugh bubbling from his throat. “You’re such an ass, what kind of boyfriend wakes their beloved one like that?”

“First, you’re an ass for not waking up, and second, I don’t love you that much.”

“Baby, don’t play with me,” Taehyung rasped, a different glint in his irises that had Hoseok clamping his mouth shut. He crawled on top of Hoseok, throwing his long legs on either side of the man and gently, tantalizingly leaning down to press a kiss on his lips. Fuck morning breath. Taehyung always woke up smelling like he had been eating mints in his sleep, fresh and sweet with a little bit of spicy. Something came up his throat and Hoseok wasn’t sure why but Taehyung started to move his hips against Hoseok and all his worries disappeared.

Hoseok flinched, “T-Tae, come on, it’s too early for—”

“Too early for what, babe? Aren’t you always hard for me anyway?” Taehyung grinned, a malicious tinge in the curl of his lips.

“I mean—I, um—” Hoseok stammered. While it was true, he wasn’t going to give in to his fucking boyfriend.

“Strip your boxers off and on your knees,” Taehyung said, sliding off the man easily and cracking his head as he waited. Hoseok knew where this was going, knew that whenever he ventured down this path, he would always end up sobbing with the biggest and most painful boner he would ever experience. So he bit his lip and hesitated.

Wrong move.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, “Did you hear me?”

“Yes,” he murmured quietly, eyes shying away from the man’s stern gaze.

“Then why aren’t you moving?”

Hoseok wanted to reject him, wanted to challenge him, but at the same time, his entire body was giving him the instinct to obey and be defiled. He conceded to his body every single time. With pursed lips, he quickly shimmied out of his pants, the only thing he had left to cover him, and kneeled on the bed before Taehyung.

“Floor,” Taehyung merely said, pointing to the space on the ground before him.

The elder swallowed his dignity and did as he was told, legs folded and knees planted on the floor. His hands awkwardly placed themselves on his thighs and he certainly didn’t miss how his cock was already hanging half-hard between his legs. Curse his hormones.

“What’s your safe word, babe?”

Hoseok pursed his lips, hiding his smile. Taehyung was always careful, albeit almost too careful at times. “Vagabond.”

“Good,” Taehyung nodded approvingly before crouching down to Hoseok’s level. “Why can’t you be a good little slut for once? Do I need to repeat myself each time?”

He bit on his lip, keeping them sealed because he wasn’t sure whether he should be—

“Christ, again? What did I just say?” Taehyung asked in exasperation, “Do I need to repeat myself, slut?”

“N-no.”

“That’s right, you don’t want me to repeat myself. You’re my little slut, you can’t have be distracted, understand?”

Hoseok nodded solemnly.

“And look at you,” Taehyung scoffed a laugh, “look at that cock of yours. You’re already so hard and we’ve barely done anything. You’re such a fucking slut.”

A small whimper escaped his lips as he felt his cock twitch with his words.

The younger let out a small chuckle, flicking the member. Hoseok flinched away but kept his mouth shut. “So fucking hard for shit like this, you’re so desperate.”

God, he was. His cock was beginning to pulsate with need, begging for attention that Taehyung wasn’t offering him. However, Taehyung quickly rejected that notion when his fingers wrapped around the length, squeezing tight that pulled a squeak out of the elder.

“Such a slut, always so hard and wet, aren’t you? Do you need a plug up your ass so you can always be ready for me?” Taehyung giggled, “We can keep a vibrating one in you, fill your ass up with lube, and whenever I need a good fuck, you just open that cute ass up for me. How does that sound?”

Hoseok gulped the lump in his throat, breath hitching. His cock was aching so goddamn badly and Taehyung only stared at him with lips thinned in disappointment. Hoseok quickly opened his mouth to respond. “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, it sounds good,” he uttered honestly.

“Of course it does,” Taehyung smirked, releasing his cock and giving it a light slap. The member bounced against his thigh. “You’re a slut, you would absolutely love that. You could just wait around at home for me like you always do, keep that ass wet and slicked up so I can slide in easy while I eat my dinner.”

Hoseok’s lips quivered, eyes widening. He fucking hated sometimes how quickly he reacted to things, how ridiculously fast Taehyung’s words affected his libido. His chest tightened as the mere image of his being used as nothing more than a toy fueled his increasingly growing desperation for Taehyung’s touch.

Taehyung placed a finger on his chin, tipping his head up so his eyes met his. “Tell me. Would you like that? I can just sit on the couch while you bounce your ass on my cock, get yourself off while fucking your own hand.”

Holy shit. His cock jerked again, becoming more persistent in its demand for more, more, more. “T-Tae, please.”

The younger laughed again, “So cute, so desperate.” His palm pressed down against the round tip, the head angry and throbbing red. Hoseok whined, fingers itching to jerk himself off or push Taehyung down so he could do exactly what Taehyung had imagined for him. He has ridden Taehyung’s cock before and definitely wouldn’t mind doing it again. He didn’t have fucking dancer hips and legs for nothing.

“Taehyung, fuck, plea—aaah, shit.” Hoseok’s voice broke off into a moan when Taehyung began stroking him very slowly, tugging on his cock with merely two fingers and his thumb. Hoseok was a far cry from small size-wise, but even then Taehyung would always find ways to make him feel even more miniscule than he actually was.

“A cock like this—shit, Seok-ah, you’re always so hard, such a filthy slut. Do you jack yourself off to me when I’m not around, hm?” Taehyung questioned, tightening his hold around the man’s cock. Hoseok let out a small whimper, fingers scrambling to pry Taehyung’s hand off of him. Taehyung was jerking him hard and fast, stimulating him at a pace that had him panting into his hand, his body arching forward as he ducked his head into Taehyung’s shoulder.

Hoseok breathed against his neck, hot air kissing his skin as Taehyung continued to work on his cock. “S-shit, Taehyung—hnnng fuck, oh shit, that feels so good.”

Taehyung snorted, turning his face to nip Hoseok’s ear playfully. “You’ve got a dirty mouth on you, babe. Why don’t you tell me? Will you admit to me how you touch yourself to me? You probably can’t go a day without thinking about my cock filling your tight ass.”

It was true. It was fucking true. God, he would jack off to Taehyung whenever he was away for too long or when his hormones went haywire from a stupid, sexual text his boyfriend sent him during work.

“Come on, Seokie, tell me.”

“Yes, fuck, I do alright, I do,” Hoseok admitted, warmth creeping up his cheeks as he squirmed in his position. His thighs were beginning to ache, his legs falling asleep, but everything else was overwhelmed by the fact that Taehyung had his hands on him. That was the only thing running through his mind.

“Tell me, baby, what do you think about?”

This was embarrassing beyond belief. Taehyung knew perfectly well that Hoseok had his share of varied interests in bed and knew that Hoseok hated talking about them because it always ended with Taehyung teasing him. He was doing this on purpose.

“You can’t back out now, babe. Who’s going to get you off? We know the only one who can do that really well is me, no? Or do you want to do it yourself, I can leave you to it—”

Taehyung had just begun to rise from his position when Hoseok’s hand halted his movement, fingers catching the younger’s wrist as he looked at him with an amalgamation of a glare and an expression crying for help. It was desperation mingled with anger, a common emotion when he dealt with Taehyung. “Wait, okay, just fuck—stay.”

Bingo. The younger knew he had succeeded so he didn’t bother to wipe the smug grin off his face as he tilted his head as if awaiting Hoseok’s next move.

“I just—God, I just picture you sometimes, just fingering my ass and—ah shit—fucking me open,” Hoseok muttered.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, unsatisfied. “You think that’s the best you can do? Then do it yourself.”

“N-no,” he stilled Taehyung again, “please just—give me a second. I-I don’t know how to talk about this. Please. Can you please just fuck me, Taehyung? I just really need your cock in me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

The teasing lilt was a blow to his ego as Hoseok’s teeth caught his bottom lip. Taehyung remained silent, anticipating his boyfriend’s words. “I’m—I mean, I like to picture you holding a vibrator, one of those really thick ones the size of your cock or bigger—Christ, and y-you’d use it inside of me, turn it up slow at first.” His breath hiccuped in his throat, words faltering somewhere in the void as Taehyung started moving his hand along his length again, only this time he had his fingers drenched in lube.

Squelch, squelch, squelch. The noises were lewd and sloppy, slow movements generating a slow build of the fire deep inside the pits of his stomach. “Go on,” Taehyung urged.

“I-I’d be on my back because y-you like to see my face when I’m begging you to—goddamn—” he paused to hiss when Taehyung’s finger dug into the slit, pushing down on it as if he was about to open it up with his thumb “—begging you to fuck me with your fat cock, just fuck me so hard until I cry.”

It was Taehyung’s turn to moan at the image now ingrained into his mind. He made a mental note and filed it away for future reference. “You’re doing well, baby, keep going.” Hoseok lit up at the praise, glad that he finally made some progress. “That’s right, you’re a good boy, now come on, tell me more.”

“Mm, you’d just keep fucking the toy into me, keep notching the settings up higher until I’m shaking all over. M-my cock would be leaking so much and y-you’d—oh fuck—that feels so good,” he moaned, dipping his head slightly and jammed his eyes shut. He could come at that moment but he was holding himself back. He wasn’t going to give into the temptation so soon.

“Don’t stop now, Seok,” Taehyung chided, giving his cock a firm squeeze as a warning. “What do I do next?”

Hoseok nodded obediently, his lips parted as short, hitched breaths escaping. “I’m—and you’d tell me to be a good cocksleeve for you, to sit on your dick and ride you.” Hoseok didn’t miss the profanity Taehyung let slip. “I’d—fuck, hnnng—I’d like that so much. I wanna keep your cock warm, Tae, wanna make sure you’re buried snug in my ass.”

“Such a cockslut, Hoseok,” Taehyung cursed under his breath, “you’re so desperate for my cock. If you could sit on it all the time, you probably would. Do you think about it in class too? When the professor is talking up front, do you wish that I was underneath the desk sucking your cock? Or do you picture yourself sitting on my lap, my dick inside you as you try to bounce without getting caught?”

Fuck, fuck. Hoseok released another low groan at the painted image in his mind. The taboo thought of fucking in such a public space, his classmates all around him and his professor just rows away—goddammit. “T-Tae, please, fuck, I need your cock. Need you to fuck me right now.”

Taehyung stood up with such ease and began stripping his pants off. He had done it so smoothly, so teasingly that Hoseok’s mouth watered when he bent down to pull them from his feet. His ass, tanned, gorgeous caramel skin, was in full view. He could basically reach forward and lick a stripe up that to that pretty hole of Taehyung’s.

However, his fantasies were quickly crushed when he felt a pressure against his cock. His gaze dropped to the sudden pang to see Taehyung’s foot there. Oh God, oh shit. Hoseok held in his breath, urging himself not to react to such a demeaning action.

Taehyung pressed down harder, his feet firmly against his cock. It stung a little, but Hoseok’s heart lurched to his throat. “What? Are you getting harder?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow proudly, aware that Hoseok was this close to spilling his load with Taehyung’s foot on his dick.

“N-no—fuck.”

The younger had applied even more weight, Hoseok’s breath switching to a timid squeal. “Are you lying to me?” he laughed, “you think you can hide how big of a boner you have right now? You’re so dirty, Seok-ah. I have my foot on your cock and you’re still popping a hard-on that’s even worse than before.”

“Tae, please,” the elder whispered, desperation clinging to his voice, “please fuck me. I just really need you to fuck me.”

“Then tell me the truth.”

Hoseok kicked away the nauseating feeling inside of him as his gaze wavered ever so slightly. His mind was a muddled mess, his desire overwhelming his senses all too obviously that he could barely see straight anymore. “I like it,” he admitted quietly.

“What was that?”

“I like it,” he said, setting aside his pride, “I like you stepping on my cock, Tae.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes me feel like a needy slut that’s always waiting for you, always needing your cock. I want you to step on me and make me feel like a whore,” Hoseok groaned. Everything he said, despite his innate survival instincts kicking in, was true. Every last bit of it.

Taehyung’s eyes flashed with something dangerous as he smirked in complete self-satisfaction. He walked over to the bed, giving Hoseok a great sight of his ass once again. Hoseok wanted to ask if he could eat him out, could have a taste of that sweetness, but Taehyung was already giving him what he wanted, he couldn’t ask for more. Not then at least. Maybe after. “Get on your feet, let’s see if your exercising can be put to good use. No time to waste, slut, come on.”

He then realized he was still frozen on the floor, his cock dripping with lube. Jostling out of his thoughts and onto his feet, he could feel his legs shake from the actions earlier. He wanted to come so, so badly. His cock was dripping all over the place, so desperate for some relief.

Taehyung grinned at him coyly, “On your knees, baby. I’ll bury my cock in you just the way you want it. Maybe I’ll even step on you some more, get you even harder before I fuck you open.”

“Shit, Taehyung,” Hoseok breathed, cheeks flushed with desire.

“And what will you say if I do that?”

Hoseok smiled earnestly, “Thank you.”