#this is very unedited but. who cares. we're living on the edge baby

[fabulouspotatosister]

truth hurts

summary: there are just some things you can’t hide. truth serum does that to you.

word count: 3,452

warnings: minor injury, mentions of blood

gif credit: @lowercasev

a/n(1): hello everyone! i hope you're all having a splendid day, wherever and whenever you are. this is just another one of those "i had a random idea and i wanted to get it out" except the idea is super old and i just wrote it now because i love procrastinating. anyway, i hope you enjoy this fic!

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I suppose this is what I get for not listening to the Doctor.

 The wound on your ankle was looking, for lack of a better word, bad. While you weren’t a medical professional, there were a few things you were sure of - small cuts shouldn’t bleed so much, small cuts shouldn’t hurt so much, and small cuts shouldn’t be purple.

 You hadn’t meant to wander off. Amy was with the Doctor, talking with the locals of the planet that you had landed on, which left you to watch the TARDIS. As if the TARDIS needed watching, you had thought then. You’d taken a small walk - just a little deeper into the forest you were in, looking at all the strange flowers and trees.

 There weren’t many rules when it came to travelling with the Doctor. Not wandering off was one of them. And no interfering, but was that really a rule? You were a repeat offender, of course - how did the Doctor expect you to just stay still while there were so many extraordinary things to explore? 

 The forest was beautiful. You spent a lot of your small walk looking up at the canopy of trees that let in just enough light to make all the foliage glitter and glow. You were distracted, not really looking at where you were going, and you’d missed the feeling of something scratching against your ankle as you walked. 

 “I guess this is my karma,” you muttered, leaning against the TARDIS. You’d hobbled back when the pain became too much. The wound was pulsing now, beating in time to your heartbeat, a steady trickle of blood finding its way into your shoe. “I’ll listen next time.”

 A sharp call of your name made you look up - the Doctor was there in the distance, smiling so wide it had to hurt. “Come on!” he called, and waved. 

 “Is it safe?” you called back. 

 The Doctor nodded and motioned for you to come over, bouncing up and down like an excited kid. He could be unbearably cute sometimes. (Wait, where did that thought come from?) “It’s fine! Totally safe! Amy’s distracted in the market, I think we should go get her.”

 You looked at the Doctor, then at your ankle, and back to the Doctor. His smile was so earnest, so adorable. Your ankle would probably put a damper on everything, and the Doctor being upset was never a good sight. You were supposed to be having fun. You weren’t going to ruin everything by just having a scratch.

 “Hang on a minute!” You bent down, hidden by some of the shrubs, and rolled down your pant leg. Your wound stung as the fabric brushed against it, and you winced. You stood up, straightened yourself, and gave the Doctor your best “I’m-totally-fine” smile. “Okay, I’m good to go.”

 Your smile must have convinced him, because the Doctor grinned and spun around, disappearing back into the forest. 

 You tried not to limp as you followed him, but every step sent a stab of pain through your entire foot. Just grin and bear it, you thought, taking in a shuddering breath. Do it for him. 

 You pushed through the trees, finding yourself in a little clearing. The whole place felt alive - the trees glowed a warm orange as they swayed in the breeze, and the sound of their leaves rustling together sounded like delicate wind-chimes. Scattered around the clearing were various stalls and booths that were decorated with spools of vibrant cloth. The sounds of lively music and distant chatter filled the air as aliens of all kinds milled about.

 The Doctor was waiting for you, leaning against a wooden pole that held up a string of twinkling lights. Underneath those lights, with his arms crossed like that, he looked quite… quite… 

 You frowned and something throbbed in the back of your head. 

 “Ah! There you are,” the Doctor said brightly. He stepped away from the pole, still smiling widely with that smile of his, and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Don’t look down, you begged silently. Just ignore me. “Brilliant, isn’t it? One of the legendary Elremian marketplaces. Just huge melting pots of culture, and the best place to find rare collectibles - hey -”

 The Doctor called your name, his voice soft against the din, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Your head snapped up to meet his eyes. Your heart stuttered in your chest at his gaze, his gorgeous green eyes sparkling with worry. (What in the world...)

 “Are you okay?” he asked. He leaned down slightly to peer into your eyes, and you found that you didn’t want to pull away from how close he was. 

 You swallowed. Then, you nodded, and the throbbing in the back of your head turned into a pounding. “Of course,” you said, trying another “I’m-totally-fine” smile. “Let’s find Amy, yeah?”

 That smile wasn’t quite as convincing. The Doctor frowned as he stood back up, his gaze lingering on you for just a second longer before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders again and led you through the crowds.

 “As I was saying - collectibles,” the Doctor continued. Everything passed by you in a blur of vague colors and shapes. The Doctor’s voice was the only thing you could really focus on. “They’ve got everything from jewels to recalled video games, even stuff from archaeological finds if you can barter. Great, yeah?”

 “Yeah,” you muttered. The beautiful lights of the marketplace were so bright now, even though the rest of the sky was already turning dark. “It’s just - it’s loud.”

 “Loud? Don’t worry about that,” the Doctor said, and you caught a faint hint of concern in his voice. “Amy’s not far now. In here.”

 The Doctor pushed back the curtain of a small tent, gently pushing you inside. It was a little better than outside, a little darker and a little cooler. There were candles scattered around the floor, which had to be a fire hazard in a cloth tent, but no one in the tent seemed alarmed.

 “Amy!” the Doctor called, “How’s the shopping?”

 Amy emerged from behind another curtain. She was in a new dress, a tight-fitting neon green piece with a cape that fell over her shoulders and to the floor. It trailed behind her as she walked up to you. “Good! Here’s one,” she said, then spun around and raised her eyebrows. “How do I look?”

 “Bit bright,” the Doctor said, and Amy glared. “Sorry! Sorry. Good. I mean you look good.”

 The Doctor was right. It looked good on Amy, and honestly Amy could make anything look good, but the green was just so bright and annoying against the gentle tapestries of the tent and - “I don’t like it,” you blurted.

 Amy’s eyebrows had practically disappeared into her hair, but she was smiling. “Oh? Well, you’re honest today.”

 “No, no! I mean -” The pounding in your head had started to feel like someone hammering at your brain, chipping away parts that you actually needed. You winced at the pain, and your ankle began to sting again. “No, I think it looks great, I think you look great, you always look great -”

 “Don’t lie,” the Doctor said, moving to stand in front of you. 

 “I’m not lying,” you ground out. The Doctor’s brows furrowed.

 “Are you in pain?”

 “Yeah,” you answered - but if you were hurt they would be so upset and then you’d ruin everything - “Uh, no. I’m fine -!”

 At “fine”, you buckled, your knees giving out beneath you - Amy rushed forward and caught you, gently lowering you into a sitting position on the floor of the tent. 

 “What were you saying about fine?” Amy asked, her hands on your shoulders keeping you steady. “Doctor, what’s wrong with her?”

 “Nothing’s wrong with me,” you ground out, even though your legs felt like jelly and your brain felt like cotton. A sharp pain pierced through your head and you squeezed your eyes shut. “I’ll just - I’ll get up, let me -”

 “No, seriously, don’t lie,” the Doctor said, and rushed to your side. He crouched down beside you, taking your face into his hands, his skin warm against yours. His face was so close to your again, and you could see every single detail, down to the way his lip trembled slightly. He’d always been pretty, but now, looking over you with concern, he was even prettier. How was that possible?

 The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re really pretty?”

 The Doctor’s eyes widened. “More than once,” he said, then mumbled something under his breath. “Is that the truth?”

 “Yeah, a hundred percent,” you said slowly, a smile spreading across your face. Shut up, shut up now before you ruin everything! “Super attractive. One might even say hot.”

 “Hot?” the Doctor mouthed in Amy’s direction before he looked back at you. Amy made a face that said not my words. “Right, you told the truth, do you feel better?”

 You let out a breath through your mouth. The cotton was coming out of your ears. That was funny. “Yup.”

 Suddenly, Amy gasped. “Oh my God, Doctor,” she said, her voice tight with fear. She looked up at the Doctor, fear filling her eyes, and reached out to slowly pull up your pant leg. You hissed as warm air met your wound again. “She’s bleeding!”

 Amy cringed and looked away, which meant that your wound was probably looking much worse than before.

 “No,” the Doctor said, breathless. “How long ago was this?”

 Your “I’m-totally-fine” smile was definitely not going to work now. “Just after you left me at the TARDIS, I think. Uh - I wandered off -” The Doctor’s eyebrows pinched, and something welled up in your chest, threatened to spill over. “And I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, please don’t be mad, but I wandered off and I cut myself on something and now I can’t stop talking -”

 “I’m not mad, sweetheart, you’re hurt,” the Doctor said, his voice gentle. “Amy, move her a bit, I’m going to have to take a look.”

 “Sweetheart? That’s nice, can you call me that more often?” Externally, you were smiling like an entire idiot, but internally you were slapping yourself in the face. “I really like it.”

 The Doctor went still for a moment, lips parted in surprise. He glanced at you and smiled, his cheeks a little flushed. “Yeah?”

 You breathed out a tiny laugh. “Yeah.”

 The Doctor whipped his sonic screwdriver out with a flourish and pointed it at your ankle. You winced at the whirring noise it made, and the Doctor shot you an apologetic look. He brought it up, doing the little flick that he always did, and squinted to read the results.

 “That screwdriver thing you do,” you said.

 “What about it?” the Doctor replied, slightly distracted.

 “It’s kinda hot.” Oh my God, please just shut up. “The way you flick your wrist, it’s nice. You’re nice. Everything about you is nice.” 

 The Doctor gave Amy a kind of helpless look. Amy’s eyes were still wide, her gaze still tinged with fear, but she still waggled her eyebrows at him. 

 “Not helping,” the Doctor groaned, and Amy grinned.

 “Definitely helping.” Amy reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. Her lips curved upward in a reassuring smile. “Is she going to be okay?”

 “No,” the Doctor said.

 Amy glared up at him. “What do you mean, no?”

 “Yes, I said no, in the interest of being honest.” The Doctor looked at the sonic again, then tucked it into his jacket. “She’s been scratched by an Iophinque plant, so, one of two things - either it goes away in an hour, or it kills her.”

 “I think I’d prefer the first one,” Amy said. She glanced at you, and smoothed out your hair with her hand. That felt nice too. 

 “Me too,” the Doctor muttered. “Right. I’m going to head out for just a minute. Talk with the locals. Amy -” His face went serious - “call me if the worst happens.”

 “The worst?”

 The Doctor's voice wavered. “You know what I mean.”

 You whined as he stepped farther away, and you swore you could see the Doctor’s face crumple. But then he smiled, a “I’m-totally-fine” smile. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be back.”

 “He always says that,” Amy grumbled, watching him run out of the tent.

 “He always comes back,” you told her. She looked at you, her expression unreadable - and then laughed, a little bit amused and a little bit incredulous. 

 “You like him,” she said.

 There was no use hiding it now - the plant that had scratched you had to be some kind of truth serum. It felt a little ridiculous, but there was always space for ridiculous when you travelled with the Doctor. “I do.”

 “Him?” Amy stressed, and you nodded. “Seriously?”

 You nodded again, and the motion made your head spin, your eyes fluttering. “Seriously. He’s just so wonderful, and nice, and - and -”

 “Hey, look at me,” Amy sounded so far away, but there she was, kneeling right in front of you. She patted your cheek gently. “Stay awake. Keep talking. Let’s make this like a sleepover, yeah? Talking about boys. Alien boys.”

 “Alien boy,” you corrected her. “Singular.”

 “Okay, fine,” Amy said, laughing fondly. She shifted, and you tried to focus on the color of her dress. You still didn’t like it, but the neon green was loud enough to keep you awake. “What is it about him?”

 You didn’t have to think much. “He’s - he’s brilliant. That’s what he is. He’s smart, to the point of being a little annoying, and funny, and kind, so kind. So lonely but so kind. And he cares so much. I think it’s beautiful. I think he’s beautiful.” You frowned. “Does that make sense?”

 Amy nodded and smiled gently. “Yeah, I do. You said he was hot?”

 Your frown morphed into a pout. “He is!” 

 “Oh, I know,” Amy said. “Believe me, I know.”

 Silence settled over the two of you. Amy sat with you, a quiet comfort as she stroked your hair. But there was something else you wanted to say, something important, something -

 “Sad,” you said softly. You felt tears well up in your eyes. “He makes me sad. It’s okay, but -” Your breath hitched in your throat. “It’s sad, you know?”

 “What is?”

 “I don't think he loves me back.” The words were out of your mouth now. They crashed over you like a tidal wave, and now that you had actually said them, they felt real. “He doesn’t - oh, God - he doesn’t love me back.”

 Amy shook her head, her hands moving to your shoulders. She shook you slightly and you looked at her, your breathing shallow. Tears were already streaming down your face. When did that happen? “You don’t know that.”

 “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you said. Your words were blending into one another like smudged paint. That was okay too. “I’m okay with it. He doesn’t have to. He - I know he can’t.”

 Amy sighed, sadness swimming in her eyes, and wrapped her arms around you. It was nice, being hugged by Amy, but you definitely weren’t feeling nice - nausea washed over you, and you sagged in her arms. You coughed, and something warm trickled out of your mouth. Spots of bright red.

 “M’sorry,” you mumbled weakly. “Your dress, I got it all dirty.”

 “It’s okay,” Amy said, soothing you. “I haven’t even paid for it anyway.”

 “You know, I still don’t like it.” You coughed again, your chest rattling. “Hey, Amy?”

 “Hmm?”

 You pulled away from her and watched as her calm expression shifted and morphed into one of fear. It must have been bad, whatever you’d coughed up, because Amy’s eyes were the size of dinner plates. It was a little funny, and you would have laughed if your mouth didn’t taste so much like pennies.

 “Got the second option,” you slurred. “I think you should call the Doctor now.”

 You pitched forwards, hanging limply in her arms, your head resting comfortably against her shoulder. You didn’t even hear Amy scream into her phone. But you could feel her shuddering, and you wanted to tell her that it wasn’t worth it, being scared over you, but your mouth was just so full of -

 The Doctor burst through the curtains of the tent, clutching a metal cylinder in his hand. “What happened?”

 “Doctor,” Amy began, “I think she’s -”

 “I know,” the Doctor said sternly. He took you from Amy’s arms and everything seemed to lurch for a moment, shifting until everything went still, and he was above you. Through the cloth of the tent the twinkling lights outside looked like stars. It was the perfect backdrop for him. “I’ve got you.”

 “Yeah, you have.” The Doctor looking down at you, his hair falling over his face, was enough to make your heart clench painfully. Everything else hurt too. “You always have.”

 “I found an antidote, you’re going to be okay,” the Doctor said, pushing your hair away from your neck. Something cold pressed against your neck, and you jolted - you reached up to grab the Doctor’s hand, clammy fingers wrapping around his wrist.

 “Wait, wait,” you said, the words coming out jumbled, “I love you.”

 The Doctor stared. It felt like an eternity under his gaze. His eyes were wide, searching your face for something - proof that you were lying, maybe? He wouldn’t find that anywhere with you, whether you liked it or not.

 “I love you,” you continued, “and I need to tell you before you cure me and I get embarrassed and take it back.”

 The Doctor was still staring, his whole body frozen in place. He blinked once, twice, and swallowed thickly. He was never usually so quiet. 

 The silence was getting to you. “I really want you to say something.”

 “You -” The Doctor let out a heavy breath. “You love me?”

 “Yes,” you whispered. Your vision blurred, putting something that looked like a halo around the Doctor’s head. How fitting. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

 The Doctor laughed softly. His free hand found your face, and he brushed his thumb against the corner of your lip. “You know that’s in bad taste, right?”

 “Definitely.”

 There was a click, and then a hissing noise - something sharp pinched your neck, and you felt a warmth spread over your whole body. It was taking the pain away, you noted dimly, your whole body relaxing even more as the antidote did its work. 

 “Feels nice,” you said, letting your eyes slip shut. “Thank you.”

 “You are very welcome,” the Doctor said gently. Then - “Are you with us, now? ‘Cause I really want you to be awake for this.”

 You quirked one eye open, and the Doctor smiled down at you. This wasn’t your truth-serum addled brain thinking, this was your very love-addled brain thinking - he shone brighter than anything else in the room. Even Amy’s neon green dress. Which you still didn't like. 

“Guess what?”

“What?”

 “I love you too.”

 You spluttered, your face burning despite how tired your body was, and made a noise that was probably the audible equivalent of multiple question marks. 

 All of that doubt and fear - just gone in seconds, wiped away like it had never had been there. Distantly, you could hear Amy sigh in relief, muttering something that sounded like “I said you didn’t know”.

 “Oi, don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me after a confession like that,” the Doctor said, his eyes crinkling. 

 “I was under the influence!” you protested weakly. The Doctor laughed, a sound full of fondness, and brushed a hand over your hair. It made you feel warm, like sitting right next to the fireplace in the TARDIS library. It felt like home. He felt like home.

 "I wouldn't kiss her, if I were you," Amy said. "She just coughed up blood. On me."

 You ran your tongue over your lips, still tasting the blood that was left there, and grimaced. The Doctor mirrored your expression. "Seconded."

 "There's always later," the Doctor said coolly, sending another wave of heat to your face. "You should rest. We'll get you back to the TARDIS."

 You blinked up at him. "You'll be there?"

 "Always." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "This'll have to do for now," he murmured against your skin.

 "It's perfect," you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as a welcome darkness overtook you. You're perfect, you thought, but he already knew that, didn't he?

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a/n(2): i really hope you enjoyed! i hope you guys are doing awesome, love you lots!!

[softmintmochi]

A/N: Hello everyone! Little quick thing I wrote while being lonely on Valentine's Day. Hope you enjoy! Also, this is unedited because I'm tired.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word count: 3301

Summary: Being a snobby rich girl has it's perks, and you've had fun with it. There's only one problem, you've become quite a brat, and Hoseok doesn't tolerate brats.

The bass boomed as you strutted through the club, your posse behind you. Most of them only hung around you for your money, and you knew it, but you didn't care. You didn't really like them anyway. You walked as if you owned the place, because you felt like you did. You could own it if you wanted to. Coming from a rich family, you were very snobby, because you could be. You grew up getting whatever you wanted whenever you wanted, and it stayed with you through your adulthood. You made your way to your private booth, ordering a couple rounds of shots for your group.

After downing your shots you look around, examining the cluster of bodies on the dance floor. "I'm going out there. Do whatever you want." You say to your group before getting up, heading to the dance floor. A few followed you while the rest drank more. All you wanted was to be lost in the crowd at the moment, so that's what you did. You went straight to the middle of the floor, bumping into people without apologizing, and started swaying to the music.

It didn't take long before you made eye contact with a gorgeous stranger a few feet away. His black hair fell against his forehead, sticking to the slight film of sweat that covered his skin. He licked his lips, looking you up and down like you were a full course meal. You smirked and bit your bottom lip, wiggling a finger for him to come to you. A few seconds later you felt a warm chest press against your back, strong hands on your hips, pulling you back against him. You close your eyes, leaning your head back to rest against his shoulder as you grind back against him, one hand resting on his as your other one reached back to brush through his soft locks.

"Well, aren't you a little tease? This dress makes you look like you're just begging to get into trouble." His hot breath fans over your neck before his lips press a chaste kiss to the skin. "Baby, I'm not gonna get in trouble. I am trouble." You giggle, squeezing his hand. "Is that so? Well, I'm Hoseok. What do you say we go back to my place?" He chuckles. You turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck, still awayibg to the music. "Maybe in a little bit. I still wanna dance. I'm Y/N, by the way." You smile as he grabs your hips again, pulling you so your chest is pressed against his. "You really wanna dance still? After your grinding caused a major problem?" He asks, looking down. You follow his gaze, seeing the tent in his tight jeans.

The sight of him, already hard just by you grinding on him, was turning you on. You bite your lip, rethinking your decision. One of his hands slides down, gripping your ass through your skin tight dress as the other goes up, holding the side of your neck, his thumb tracing your jaw. "Come on. Let's go. If you're good for me I might reward you." He smirks devilishly. There's one thing you're sure that you want at the moment, and that's him. You nod, smirking as you grab his hand, pulling him outside to the limo you arrived in. You opened the door, climbing in and yelling up to the driver. "Miss, where is the rest of the party?" Your driver asks. "Screw them, they can find their own way home. Tell him where you live." You pat Hoseok's arm. He calls out his address to the driver, who nods before rolling up the partition.

As soon as the partition closes all the way you're all over him, straddling his waist as your lips move against his, your fingers tangling in his hair. His hands slide under the hem of your dress, bunching the fabric at your hips so he can grab your ass better. Your hips move instinctively the tighter his grip gets, grinding hard against him. You can't believe how horny you are right now, it's driving you crazy. You're not one to take things slow. Normally, the guy let's you do whatever you want, but this one seems different.

"I wanna ride you. Right now." You smirk, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, but he grabs your wrists, reaching around and putting them behind your back. "No. Not right now. We're not even at my place yet." He says, causing you to pout. "But, I want you now." You whine, grinding against him again. He groans deeply, licking his lips as he looks up at you. "You're used to getting what you want, aren't you?" He asks. You nod, grinding on him more, hoping it makes him give in. "Well then, looks like you're in for quite a surprise." He smirks.

The car comes to a stop, and Hoseok fixes your dress, adding a little slap on your behind while smiling. "We're here." He says. You move off of him, getting out of the limo after him, not bothering to thank your driver or give him further instruction. You follow Hoseok to his front door. To your surprise, the house is fairly big, a two story modern style house with a balcony on the second floor, facing the street. He quickly unlocks the door, you following him inside. As soon as he closes the door and flicks the lights on, he has you up against the wall, both of your wrists above your head as he presses hot kisses against your neck, teeth grazing your skin as you moan. His leg slips between yours, moving against you. "Hoseok, I just want you to fuck me. Just fuck me already." You moan, feeling his lips curl against your skin.

Without another word he pulls you upstairs to his bedroom. You lay down on his bed, rolling around sexily, arching your back and sticking your ass in the air. He watches you, licking his lips as you smirk. "Come on. I know you want to. Just fuck me already. I need it so bad." You whine. He smirks, walking up to the bed. He curls his finger, motioning for you to come to him. You sit on the edge, one of your legs on either side of his hips as you reach down, tugging your dress off and tossing it on the floor, leaving you in your panties. You had chosen to not wear a bra with that dress, and Hoseok seemed to enjoy your choice, his hands gliding over your thighs as he stares at your bare chest.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" He purrs, cupping your cheek. You nod, biting your lip. "I really want it. I want you to fuck me nice and hard right now." You reply, smiling. He gives a small smile before pushing you back harshly, pinning you to the bed as he hovers above you. "You know, you say 'I want' a lot. I have rules, baby girl. One, you take what I give you. Two, you use manners when you speak to me. No more 'I want' this and that. You say 'please, sir'. Three, you do everything I say, and no complaining. You get a safe word just in case, and you can pick whatever it is, just in case things get too out of hand. Other than that, you follow my instructions. Understand?" He asks, your eyes widening. "But, all I wanted was a quick fuck so I could go home. Now you're giving me rules? What kind of crap is this?" You giggle, only to be met with a dark stare.

"You're a brat, and brats need to be taught a lesson. You left your friends at the club, you ignored your driver when you got out of the car, you're rude and disrespectful. There's no reason in the world to be that much of a bitch, I don't care how rich you are. By the end of tonight, you'll know how to act." You don't understand why, but his words send a whole new feeling through you, making you incredibly wet. You've never been dominated before. This was completely new, and you were enjoying it. However, as much as it turned you on, there was no doubt that you'd push him, seeing how far he'd take things. "I understand, sir." You smirk up at him. "Good. Now," he starts, getting off of you and standing up "I want you to stand right here and wait for me while I go get something. Stand here and don't move." He says, pointing at the ground in front of him.

You do as he says, and he turns to leave, but he stops as he hears the bed squeak. He turns around to see you sat on the edge of the bed with a shit eating grin on your face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He hisses. "Please, sir, I'd rather sit while I wait for you. I'll get tired if I stand and wait." You smile. "Really now? You're going to disobey me already?" He shakes his head. He struts over to you, and you're excited to see what happens next. He grabs your hip, flipping you over so you're bent over the bed, and you cry out as a harsh slap lands on your ass cheek. "This, is what bad girls get. You're gonna count to ten, nice and loud for me. Got it?" He asks. "Y-Yes sir!" You whimper, being met with another slap. "Are you sure this time? Each time you disobey me you get a punishment worse than the last, so be careful, baby girl. How many spanks is that?" He asks. "Two!" You reply. "Good girl. Eight more to go." He says.

He delivers on his promise, raining down another eight smacks to your backside, you calling out the number after each one. At the end his hand runs over the reddened skin, soothing it slightly. "Good job. Now, since you were good for me, you get a reward." He says, his hand running down the back of your thigh. You moan as he cups your heat, pushing your hips back into his hand. "So wet for me, do you like getting dominated, baby? Have you ever been treated like this?" He asks, running a finger over your clothed slit. "I-I haven't, sir." You moan. "Hm, well, I'd say you seem to like it. You're absolutely soaked." You can hear his smirk, but you can't think to much of it as he pushes your panties to the side, sliding a finger into you.

You moan, happy to finally have some relief. "That feel good baby?" He asks, pumping the digit in and out of you. "Yes sir. It feels so good." You nod. "What do you say, baby?" He asks, his body leaning over yours. "M-More please. Another finger." You moan. You get another spank in response that has you whining. "Wrong. You say 'thank you'. Say thank you, and I might give you what you want." He groans, his clothed cock rubbing against the side of your ass. "Thank you, sir." You reply, an approving hum sounding from him. "Good." He says, slipping another finger inside of you. He pumps his fingers so fast you can hear it, your wetness making it louder. He slides a finger over your clit as he finger fucks you, making your legs shake. "You gonna cum, doll? You gonna cum all over my fingers?" He cooes, placing kisses on your spine, adding a whole new sensation to the mix. "Yes, Hoseok please, please make me cum. I need to cum so bad." You beg, his lips smirking against your back. "Only because you begged." He says.

He keeps his fast pace until you moan loudly, coming undone around his fingers. He slows down his pumps, pulling his fingers out of you before holding them in front of your face. "Suck." He orders. You open your mouth, allowing him to pop his fingers in your mouth, tasting your juices. It was weird, but sexy at the same time. You sucked on his fingers, swirling your tongue around the digits before he pulls them out with a pop. "I hope you're as good as sucking dick as you are sucking fingers. Why don't we find out? Follow me." He says, standing up straight. He holds his hand out to you, and you stand up and take it, him leading you to stand in front of the large windows.

"Look out there, Y/N. What do you see?" He asks, rubbing your back. "Uh, just your neighbors. Trees. Stars." You reply, confused. "Here's another punishment. You were good, but I don't think you're all the way there yet. I'm gonna make you mine, and I need you to fully commit to that. On your knees, doll. Now." He says. You nod, getting down on your knees. He moves to undo his belt, unzipping his pants and letting them pool around his ankles, along with his underwear. You sigh in need as he holds his cock in his hand in front of you. "Open wide for me, baby." He groans. You open your mouth, your jaw as relaxed as possible as he leans forward. You move your head forward, the hot head of his cock resting on your tongue, a small drip of precum dropping onto your taste buds. "That's it. Just relax and breathe through your nose."

You relax as he pushes his cock into your awaiting mouth, his hands grabbing your hair and pulling it into a ponytail, making sure none of it gets in your face. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good, I bet your tight little cunt feels so much fucking better though." He groans. He starts to move his hips gently, your lips wrapping around his shaft as your tongue swirls around the underside of it, along the thick vein. "Fuck." He moans, his hips moving a bit faster. It gets faster, so he fucking into your mouth, grunting as tears spring in your eyes, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. "You look so fucking pretty like this, taking my cock so well. I bet my neighbors think you look good too." He smirks, and that's when your eyes widen. How did you forget the windows. He's mouth fucking you in front of the windows, where everyone can see.

You moan, sending a vibration over him. "Huh, you like that? The thought of my neighbors seeing what a dirty slut you are for me, choking on my cock?" He moans, his hips sputtering a bit. You hum in response, earning a hiss from him. "Shit, I'm gonna cum, baby. Fuck." He groans, a deep grunt sounding through grit teeth as he spills into your mouth, the salty taste taking over your taste buds. You swallow without needing his command, him pulling out of your mouth with a sigh. "So good, baby. Take your panties off and lay on the bed for me. You get a reward for being so good for me." He smiles. You smile and nod, getting up and taking your panties off before sprinting to the bed, laying down on the bed with your legs spread.

You watch as he steps out of his pants, taking his jacket and shirt off as well, and you take in his bare beauty. He's gorgeous, his body toned and perfect, you couldn't wait for it to be pressed on top of you. He climbs onto the bed, resting near the lower half of your body, his arms wrapping around your legs, pulling you closer to his face. He looks you in the eye as he blows on your soaked core, sending a shiver through you. He flattens his tongue, licking a long strip until his tongue flicks against your clit. "You taste so good, baby girl. I'll have to have a proper taste next time. Turn around with your ass in the air." He says, patting your thigh. You nod, switching into the position as he reaches to grab something from the nightstand.

You hear the tear of the wrapper and wiggle your ass, impatiently waiting for him. "Be patient." He says, but you whine. "Hoseok, please hurry. I need you so bad. Please." You beg. One of his hands lays flat on your back, pressing you down into the bed while his other hand guides his cock to your entrance. "What did I say about listening to me? Did you still not learn your lesson?" He asks, slamming into you, making you lurch forward and cry out. "Fuck! I'm sorry!" You moan loudly, gripping the sheets next to your head as he thrusts hard and fast, just like you asked for earlier. His hand tangles in your hair, tugging harshly on it. "Fuck, I was right, your pussy feels so fucking good. So tight around my cock." He groans.

You moan into the pillows, his hands gripping your hips to pull you back against him, matching his thrusts. The position had him hitting you in all the right places, sending you close to your edge sooner than you'd like. "Hoseok, I-I'm gonna cum." You moan. "Already? Alright, come on, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me." He grunts. You do, your walls twitching around him as you cum again. "Shit. Good job. I need you to turn around." He groans, rubbing your side. He pulls out of you, allowing you to turn underneath him, facing him. He smiles down at you, grabbing you leg and putting it over his shoulder.

He pushes his cock into you again, causing you to gasp. He leans down, swallowing your noises as he kisses you hungrily, your leg going higher up as his body gets closer to yours. He pounds into you again, using the same fast pace as before, the new angle working even better than the last. You whimper, oversensitive from your last orgasm, your whole body shaking. "Just a little more, baby. I'm close. I just need one more orgasm from you, and you're gonna do it right? You're my good little slut, aren't you?" He asks. "Yes sir. I'm your g-good little slut. Please make me cum again." You moan, and he smiles. "Good girl. I think someone learned her lesson." He grunts. His hand moves between your bodies, his thumb pressing against your sensitive clit, causing you to scream.

"That's it. Scream for me, Y/N. Let me know how good you feel. From now on, I'm the only one you come to to get fucked, understand?" He asks. "Yes sir!" You cry, your fingernails scraping against his back as you feel your high close in on you again. "Oh fuck fuck fuck!" He moans, burying himself deep inside you as you squeeze around him, milking him for all he's worth. He lets go of your leg, his body resting on top of yours as he catches his breath. You reach up, brushing his hair off of his sweaty forehead, giggling breathily.

He pulls out of you, getting up to dispose of the condom and pulling his underwear back on before returning, laying down next to you, propped up against the pillows. You move, wrapping your arm around his waist. He pats your head, smiling down at you. "So, how was that? Think you like being dominated?" He smirks. "I think I might. Don't think I'll stop being a brat though." You smile. "Well, whenever I catch you being a brat, you're getting punished. You understand that, right?" He asks, and you nod. "Yes sir." You smirk up at him.