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It’s around four in the afternoon when a new case is reported and two guards push the arrested miscreant into the lockup in front of Yoongi's office. His eyebrows furrow the moment his eyes fall on the face of the guy, and it takes all of Yoongi’s willpower to not groan out loud before his officers when the delinquent smirks at him from behind the bars of his cell.
Hoseok has always been a headache for Yoongi. This isn’t the first time the lawless man has ended up arrested in Yoongi’s precinct, and the captain knows it won’t be his last time either. This time, he was apparently caught red-handed trying to pickpocket some pedestrian right outside the station—and that was enough information for Yoongi to figure out that the entire situation was staged by the hoodlum.
Every time Hoseok intentionally got himself arrested, he’s been nothing but a menace for Yoongi. The criminal is capable enough of escaping cops if he wanted to. And Yoongi knows this isn’t good news for him.
He continues about his day, going through new case files, attending calls from higher-ups, instructing junior officers on how to handle interrogations—all while trying to ignore the smirk that’s probably waiting for him when he looks up at Hoseok’s cell. He deliberately chooses not to look at all—and that might have been a grave error on his part.
Because when the captain finally pushes his chair back, done with some hefty paperwork, he beelines straight towards the bathroom—only to be pushed back against the stall door by none other than the man he’d been avoiding. Yoongi nearly yells, but it’s cut off by a hard kiss from familiar lips.
When Hoseok lets him go, he’s gasping for air, hands useless in the perpetrator’s grip. Head spinning, Yoongi weakly wonders how on earth he made it out of his locked cell.
Time and time again, Hoseok manages to surprise him.
“What was that for?” Yoongi mutters in a hoarse voice, lips wet and brain short-circuiting. Nothing new, since Hoseok has always had this effect on him.
“Was bored. Thought of coming to visit you,” Hoseok grins, quickly reaching for the buckle on Yoongi’s belt. Before the captain knows it, he’s unbuttoning Yoongi’s fitted trousers and pushing them down along with his underwear.
Yoongi’s moves are sluggish with confusion, or maybe Hoseok’s kiss has really affected him that much. He shakes his head, trying to snap out of it.
“Hey-” he begins, but is abruptly shut up when Hoseok drags him over to the washbasin. Yoongi's reflection in the mirror over the sink mocks him when Hoseok bends him over.
“I missed seeing you,” Hoseok purrs, pushing the rest of his trousers down. “What have you been up to? Tell me about your day.”
“Shut up, you don't- ah!” Yoongi gasps as he feels cool air against his ass, and Hoseok’s warm palms caressing the bare skin, thumbs rubbing against the centre, pressing in. He almost whines, but stops himself by biting on his own fist.
Hoseok tuts. “Just as I expected. You played with yourself already, baby? This just makes my work easier.”
Goosebumps break out on Yoongi’s skin at Hoseok’s words. He pants, forehead resting against the marble of the sink. He knows what’s coming and he’s both frustrated and excited about it. Hoseok is so mean to him, but he knows way too much about exactly what Yoongi likes.
Sometimes, Yoongi regrets ever sleeping with a criminal in the first place—but how could he resist when he was this hot?
Hoseok doesn’t bother pushing in with his fingers, not that Yoongi was gracious enough to fuck himself on the plethora of toys he has at home last night. Sometimes, he just need to feel full—and it's not like he keeps Hoseok's number around so he can call him when the mood strikes. They're not friends.
Yoongi braces himself on his elbows and sneaks a glance at himself in the mirror—just as he feels something cold and hard against his hole. He watches his eyebrows furrow, jaw going lax, and he's unable to form a word as Hoseok pushes the lubed buttplug into him.
“Look at that,” he coos. “You take it so well.”
Yoongi muffles a whimper and curses himself silently. He can’t believe Hoseok chose to come into his workplace just to do this, and in such an extraordinary manner.
“Please-” Yoongi whispers. “I can’t-”
“What are you supposed to call me, again?” Hoseok snaps.
Yoongi corrects himself immediately. “Sir. Please,” he begs, “I can’t sit with that inside me for the rest of my shift.” He knows it’s not going to work—but it doesn’t hurt to try.
As expected, Hoseok only chuckles, and pushes the plug in all the way until it snugly fits in Yoongi’s hole. The captain lets out a moan, quickly muffled by biting the sleeve of his jacket.
Hoseok pulls up Yoongi’s clothes back to normal and pats his ass, looking at the man’s face through the mirror. His eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and lips swollen from biting down to stop his noises.
“Then don’t make it harder for yourself, baby,” the criminal winks, before he leaves the room. Yoongi takes a deep breath and tries to collect himself, wondering what he’s going to tell the rest of the officers about their escaped perpetrator.
The sound of the elevator doors opening breaks Yoongi’s chain of thoughts. He walks out into the floor of his apartment with a heavy sigh, heading to his door.
Tonight, there’s no need to fish out the keys from his pocket. He just has to rotate the doorknob for it to open.
He leaves his boots at the foyer and walks into to the living room, eyes immediately finding Hoseok relaxing on the couch, legs stretched on the centre table and a bowl of popcorn on his lap.
The captain sighs at the sight. Why does he do this? Why does he keep letting Hoseok in?
“Hey, darling,” Hoseok smiles, “How was work today? Nice of you to save some popcorn for me.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes. Not only does Hoseok invade his home, he has to steal his snacks, too. He drops his bag and huffs, before gingerly taking a seat next to Hoseok.
“This has to stop,” he grumbles. “You can’t just come into the station and-”
Hoseok’s hand finds its way to his shoulder, causing Yoongi to stiffen. As Hoseok begins to massage it, the momentary discomfort seems to fade.
“Rough day, huh?” Hoseok asks, but Yoongi hears the taunt concealed in his voice. He turns around, taking the half-devoured bowl from Hoseok’s lap and setting it on the coffee table instead.
“Take it out. I can’t sit with it anymore,” he says.
Hoseok has the audacity to pout. “Aww, come on. That’s rude, baby.” He reaches for Yoongi’s hair, carding his hand through the dark locks. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Yoongi grits his teeth. “Please?”
Hoseok withdraws his arm. “Didn’t sound sincere at all. Someone is forgetting that I don’t like rude boys.”
Yoongi heaves a long sigh and changes his approach. “Please sir, take it out,” he murmurs, cheeks flaming as he looks down at the couch, unable to look at Hoseok in the eyes.
“Ah, that’s my sweet boy,” Hoseok coos, ruffling Yoongi’s hair. He continues, voice dropping an octave, “But isn’t this too simple? Where’s the fun if I take it out already?”
Yoongi’s stomach flips. It’s going to be a long night. Warmth begins to build in the pit of his stomach, a warmth that he's had to ignore for the entirety of his day.
“Fine,” he concedes, biting his lip. “What do you want to do?”
Hoseok hums, surveying the captain in his uniform. It’s a leering gaze, but Yoongi’s skin seems to light itself on fire wherever Hoseok takes a long look. The plug inside of him has done its job—work him up into a needy, trembling mess.
But Yoongi won’t give in so easily. He likes thinking he has some semblance of dignity on nights like these.
The man smirks and grabs onto one of Yoongi’s thighs with his free arm, squeezing the bulk of flesh. Yoongi hisses but Hoseok’s grip doesn’t loosen up.
“You look so hot in your uniform, captain,” Hoseok teases, running his nail up the seam of his trouser legs. “Showing off all these muscles, all tight and snug… just like that tight little hole of yours.”
Yoongi gasps at his words, even though he shouldn’t really be surprised. Unlike at the restroom of the precinct, he doesn’t have to hold back his noises here. Hoseok’s hand trails down from his head to his lower back, and his fingers tug at the waistband of his trousers.
A soft moan escapes Yoongi’s lips.
“Do you know how you can look hotter?” Hoseok murmurs like he holds the secrets to the universe in his palm.
“How?” Yoongi’s voice is almost a whisper, mind gradually becoming dazed. His skin buzzes with electricity wherever Hoseok touches him. His hands know their way around his pants, and he’s got them off in no time at all. His cock springs out, already hardening up as Hoseok pushes his pants all the way down.
“Get your handcuffs for me, sweetheart,” Hoseok orders into Yoongi’s ear, and smacks his bare ass.
Yoongi flinches and shakes his head petulantly, a pout forming on his pink soft lips. “What- no!”
Hoseok lets go of Yoongi’s thigh and grabs his chin to make the captain face him. Yoongi whimpers without holding himself back anymore. “Are you again refusing to follow my orders? Did you forget what happens to disobedient boys?”
“N-no, sir,” Yoongi chokes on a sob.
Hoseok smirks and presses a kiss on Yoongi’s lips. “Let’s make you look hotter then, baby boy.”
Yoongi sourly fetches the handcuffs from his bag, and hands them over to Hoseok along with the keys. Hoseok’s grin is wide as he immediately grabs Yoongi’s wrists, forcing them behind his back.
“Oh, darling, we’re going to have so much fun tonight,” he coos. Yoongi shivers at the sinister tone.
He finds that he’s lost control over his arms quite quickly. Hoseok is nothing but efficient as he pushes the captain down onto the couch, knees on the seat and face pressed against the backrest.
Yoongi can’t bring himself to think about the position he’s in, dressed only in his work outfit sans his trousers. It’s too humiliating to imagine.
Hoseok presses down at the arch of his back, making him present his ass further to him.
“Such a sweet little ass, hmm?” he murmurs, checking on the plug. “Did anyone realise that their captain had this inside of him all day long?”
No, of course not, Yoongi wants to bite back. He would be fired if anyone had gotten wind of it. They were already flummoxed at how a whole man had escaped their precinct without any signs of a struggle.
No one had blamed Yoongi, of course. The man’s dedication to his work is unparalleled, and he has a stellar record. It wasn’t his fault that he was cooped up in his office all day, working hard.
Yep, he worked super hard. It takes immense willpower to not get an erection at work when there’s a plug inside him reminding him what’s to come.
And now, it’s almost here.
“Just get on with it,” Yoongi complains. The plug is still inside of him, and Hoseok hasn’t made a single move to take it out. It’s making him jumpy, all his nerve endings singing whenever Hoseok’s fingers brush too close against the toy.
“What did I say about politeness, you brat?” Hoseok huffs, grabbing Yoongi by the back of his hair. The captain yells as Hoseok tweaks the plug at the same time. “I think you need more discipline, don’t you?”
“Fuck, fuck- please, I’m sorry, sir,” Yoongi sobs as Hoseok traces lines on his calf with the key, the cold metal surface making Yoongi shiver with anticipation.
“There we go. You know how to be a good boy,” Hoseok says, pleased. “Just stay tight while I get back, alright?”
Yoongi jerks, trying to turn his head around to see Hoseok’s face as he glides off the couch. “Wait- where are you going?” he asks, a tremor in his voice.
“I’ll be back darling, don’t move a muscle!” Hoseok calls over his shoulder as he enters Yoongi’s bedroom. The captain’s brows furrow.
Is Hoseok planning to rob him? He can’t even risk moving from his position with the way his hands are tied behind him, so helpless.
“But you said you’ll take it out!” Yoongi doesn’t care anymore if he sounds miserable. He just wants some relief.
Hoseok emerges from his bedroom—not with Yoongi’s valuables, but with other fun things—his toys.
Yoongi gulps as he places the box at his feet, mentally cursing himself again. He knew he shouldn’t have told Hoseok about it the last time he was here.
“Someone has been a little naughty, hasn’t he? I see things I don’t recognise,” Hoseok tuts, shuffling through his collection.
“Shut up,” Yoongi mutters under his breath.
“I heard that,” comes Hoseok’s voice from behind him. “I need to shut that pretty mouth up, don’t you think? But first—”
There’s a soft click that Yoongi recognises as the sound of his second pair of handcuffs. He sharply inhales as he feels the softer material wrap around his ankles one by one. He wiggles a little to test the mobility of his legs, and his fears are confirmed.
Now he’s truly stuck.
“Hoseok- please-”
His mind whirs, feeling so, so helpless as Hoseok plants kisses from his ankle up to the back of his thigh, igniting his nerves wherever he touches. Yoongi shivers when he feels his hot tongue against his ass cheek.
Hoseok squeezes his thigh as he sucks harder, and Yoongi feels his face heat up, knowing that’s going to leave a mark on his ass. He whines and struggles in his restraints, annoyed that he can’t part his legs when he wants to.
He can feel how his cock hangs heavily underneath him, and he knows that Hoseok can see it. But still—the lawbreaker chooses to ignore it in favour of marking his ass up, so close to the plug that’s stretching him out. Even his hands are there, groping his ass and squeezing, fingers inching towards his hole but not close enough–
“Fuck, Hoseok- come on!” Yoongi groans, and feels Hoseok’s fingers brush against his balls. He keens when Hoseok grabs them, holding them in his grasp. At his mercy. He tugs lightly, and laughs at the sound of Yoongi mewling.
“You should stick to making those pretty noises for me,” Hoseok chuckles, giving Yoongi’s balls a light squeeze. “But I think you’ve already lost those privileges, haven’t you?”
“What do you mean,” Yoongi frowns when Hoseok lets him go, reaching for the box.
“You’ve been a bad boy,” he tells him, and Yoongi feels his hair being pulled again, this time to the side. Hoseok’s face is right there, and then his tongue is in his mouth. Yoongi’s too dazed by his predicament to do any more than kiss back. He lets Hoseok take all the control, whimpering when the man sucks on his tongue.
When Hoseok pulls away, he licks his lips and gives Yoongi a sardonic smile. “We’re going to do it just the way you like it."
Yoongi’s lips are still parted—half from the kiss and half in surprise—as he abruptly finds a rubber ball between them. It’s familiar, it’s his own red ball gag.
“Nnnn-” he manages, trying to use his tongue in a vain attempt to push it out of his mouth. He only succeeds in drooling around it, causing Hoseok to coo at him for being messy. He focuses on securing the straps behind Yoongi’s head.
The presence of the ball gag makes Yoongi unable to close his mouth anymore, only fit for making noises, and nothing very coherent. Hoseok tugs at Yoongi’s hair and looks into his eyes which are beginning to glaze over.
“Cute,” he chuckles. “You like that, don’t you?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes—and gets reprimanded with a sharp slap to his ass. A muffled cry leaves his mouth.
“Looks like you need to learn some manners,” Hoseok pipes in a sing-song voice, reaching for Yoongi’s jacket. He pushes it off his shoulders before unbuttoning a couple of buttons on the captain’s white shirt.
Yoongi squirms and struggles as much as he can in the restraints, but Hoseok’s fingers latch onto his nipples, and pinch. He moans instead, the nubs quickly hardening up with Hoseok’s ministrations.
Hoseok makes an appreciative sound, his long fingers tweaking at Yoongi’s nipples until he’s satisfied. When he pulls back, they’re stinging, stiffened up into tight peaks—and all Yoongi has managed to do is drool even more around his gag.
The bound captain jumps up when he feels a sharper pinch on one of his nipples, and groans at the realisation that Hoseok is using his own nipple clamps on him. Hoseok makes him wait for the second one.
A muffled cry escapes Yoongi’s mouth as he clamps down the second one too, connected by a chain to the first. Even a gentle tug on the chain sends a sizzle through Yoongi’s body, making tears prickle at the back of his eyes. His poor nubs feel so sensitive, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
“Such a pathetic slut, aren’t you?” Hoseok muses with a chilling smile. He pushes Yoongi’s face back into the backrest of the couch and climbs off it himself.
“Th'uck you,” Yoongi grumbles, with as much vehemence as he can muster with the obstruction in his mouth.
Hoseok understands him. He lets him know with a sharp swat on the juncture between thigh and ass. The spank jolts Yoongi, sending a tremor through him, all going to his cock. He curses again, properly dulled this time through the gag. More spit dribbles from the corner of his lips.
“Still not going to play nice?” Hoseok hums. He wraps his hand around Yoongi’s cock, a bead of precum on the tip already. He doesn’t stroke him, even when Yoongi mewls for attention. “You’re begging for it, slut.”
With his other hand, Hoseok reaches over to grab Yoongi’s chin and look into his eyes. He holds his face in a steady grip as he watches Yoongi drool against the ball gag.
“Pathetic,” Hoseok spits, pushing two fingers right beside the ball, and Yoongi is helpless but to let him in, with his mouth already spread so wide open. “What’s it gonna take to get you to behave, hmm?”
He pulls his drool-covered fingers out and wipes them off on Yoongi’s cheek.
Yoongi doesn’t know what he’s going to do next when Hoseok turns away, his grip still tight on his cock. His ass is poised up, back arched in the position that Hoseok has put him in, and he’s still wearing half his uniform.
Hoseok is the only one who can get him like this. Even though they fight as much as they fuck, Hoseok knows what he truly desires, he’s the only one who can give it to him.
“So nice of you to keep toys around,” Hoseok comments, giving Yoongi’s cock a light squeeze. “Just so I can play with you, isn’t that right?”
Yoongi mumbles uselessly, before his eyes go wide. Hoseok is fitting something tight and small over his cock, and when it clicks into place Yoongi realises what he’s done. He squirms harder than ever, making Hoseok laugh out loud.
“Stop moving so much,” he spanks Yoongi’s ass as punctuation. “Where are you gonna go?” He spanks him again, much harder. It’s definitely left a red mark over his ass, right next to the hickeys.
He’s right, anyway. Yoongi has nowhere to go, strapped and bound like this, and unable to make any sense with his words. With the handcuffs around his limbs and the plug still inside him, the cock ring is just another addition to the mess he’s gotten himself in. His ass burns with the spanks. His mind reels as he tries to move again, but only ends up brushing the chain of his nipple clamps over the couch.
“Stay down, captain,” Hoseok murmurs, pressing a hand onto the middle of his back. Yoongi exhales through his nose, facing his predicament. He’s completely at Hoseok’s mercy.
And it’s only when he begins to accept it, that Hoseok’s fingers stray towards the plug inside him. Light, teasing touches at first, circling at his rim to let him know he’s there. Yoongi chokes on his own drool when he pushes against it.
“So cute,” Hoseok chuckles. He isn’t planning to show him any mercy at all. Yoongi knows all too well he can keep going all night, intimately aware of his antics—just like Hoseok knows how much he can take.
He taps at the plug as Yoongi lets out a series of whines, his cock twitching uselessly in the ring. If he was ungagged he’d probably be complaining about Hoseok teasing him too much. Tears well up in his eyes, threatening to flow.
Hoseok lets him go, and he’s barely caught his breath when without any preamble, Hoseok pulls the plug out of him.
Yoongi gasps at the sudden emptiness. The plug had been keeping him nice and full, but now—
He feels so exposed, his hole fluttering around nothing, and it makes him want to clench down onto something. Too bad there’s nothing but air.
“You’re so open for me, pretty,” Hoseok murmurs, thumb rubbing close to his gaping entrance, “Know what you need right now?”
Yoongi looks over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s coming next. Panic builds in his eyes once he recognises the object in the other’s hand.
It’s his baton. The long black object is in Hoseok’s hands, and he doesn’t even know when it got there. Had Hoseok snuck into his bag to get it while he was still struggling with his restraints?
Whatever it is, Hoseok can’t fuck him with it. It’s bad enough to be in his police uniform in such a state of debauchery, and it’s probably a crime to use company property like this. Yoongi tries to move away, more muffled protests lost behind the gag—but Hoseok grabs his hips with his free hand and holds him in place.
“Stop running away, baby. You know I won’t hurt you,” he coos. Ignoring Yoongi’s whining, he lines up the baton with his stretched, wet entrance and begins to push it in, snickering when the cold, hard metal just slips in.
Just as Yoongi begins to accept that he’s about to get fucked with his baton, Hoseok pulls it back, leaving his hole clenching. He’s merely teasing, and while Yoongi knows Hoseok won’t really hurt him, he’s not beyond driving him crazy in other ways.
Yoongi groans, sticking his ass out, begging without words for the thick intrusion to return.
“Ahh,” Hoseok comments knowingly. “We have a needy slut here, don’t we?”
Yoongi is about to whimper out a protest about how mean he’s being, when Hoseok pushes the baton back where it was, and then a few inches more.
Tears finally flow down Yoongi’s red cheeks as he feels himself being filled up with the thick baton, close enough to brush at his prostate. After so much teasing, it’s an almost welcome feeling of fullness, even if it is too much. A moan escapes his throat when Hoseok twists it.
“You like it, don’t you? Slutty baby,” Hoseok teases as his cries grow louder, falling in rhythm with the pace that Hoseok sets. They’re gurgled little sounds, since he’s drooling too much.
His miserable begging would be evident if he wasn’t gagged, and for once, Yoongi is glad for the obstruction in his mouth. Hoseok increases the thrusts of the baton, sending him right to the edge of the orgasm that’s been growing inside him for hours, unable to find any release—but of course, he doesn’t intend to let him come just yet.
The cock ring seems to get tighter and tighter, but Hoseok doesn’t give his leaking cock any attention. He only abuses Yoongi’s prostate, relishing the man’s helpless tears.
Every thrust jerks his entire body forward like a ragdoll, clamped nipples brushing against the fabric of the couch and sending a shock through him each time. The handcuffs dig into his skin as he struggles against them—a fruitless effort.
“Are you still trying to fight me?” Hoseok tuts at him, listening to the sounds of the baton fucking in and out of his hole. Yoongi feels like he’s being split open, tears streaming down his red face as he takes it like a champ.
He’s so close to his orgasm, cock throbbing with the promise of it. Aided by the cock ring, it builds up like pure liquid heat inside him, threatening to burst any time.
Yoongi clenches on the stick inside him in a desperate attempt to hold it in, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Hoseok.
“You want to come, baby?” he coos, pushing the baton in and letting Yoongi have it like he wants—right against his prostate, rubbing against it. Yoongi lets out a wail against the gag.
“You can come,” Hoseok prompts him, “If you can come like this.”
Yoongi finds himself nodding, frantic bobs of his head and he doesn’t care how it makes him look. He just needs his release, and he’ll take anything. He can even come untouched like this, just with Hoseok driving up his own baton against that spot inside of him.
“Pleath-” he mumbles as he feels Hoseok get closer to him, his cool breath washing over his own heated skin. His ears are red, his cheeks are flushed pink. Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was so desperate for anything.
He feels Hoseok smirk, hears it in his voice as he says, “Come for me, baby boy.”
A tug on his nipple chain—and Yoongi's eyes roll back, the breath being knocked out of him. A strangled moan resonates in the room as he comes, completely untouched and Hoseok chooses that moment to shove the baton deep inside of him. His cum splatters over the couch, his whole body convulsing as he goes through each shattering wave of his orgasm. It’s never-ending.
The cock ring refuses to let up, keeping him hard. Hoseok refuses to let him off easy too, letting him enjoy the aftershocks of his orgasm with more shallow thrusts of the baton.
“You wanted to come, didn’t you?” he asks menacingly, close to his ear and sending shivers down Yoongi’s already over-sensitised body. “You can come as many times as you like. Cumslut.” He bites down on his ear, and Yoongi thinks he comes again.
Or maybe it’s just his previous orgasm, still going on. He doesn’t really know. Ripples of pleasure smother his senses, making him just a toy for Hoseok to play around with. Yoongi whimpers as his body sizzles with pleasure, nerves rubbed raw with every movement the baton makes.
It’s only when he finally slumps down, unable to take anymore, that Hoseok decides to show him mercy. He pulls the baton out of him slowly.
Yoongi mewls, his entire body feeling sore. He can sense Hoseok unlocking the cock ring and easing it off him. A stuttered exhale leaves him when Hoseok rubs against his spent cock.
“Good boy,” Hoseok tells him, stroking gently and letting Yoongi squirm at the overstimulation. “Can my good boy take more?” he asks.
“Mmmph-” Yoongi bites down on the gag, or tries to. It’s too slippery. He turns his head, cheek pressed to the couch to look at Hoseok who looms over him.
“Did so well for me, baby. You wanna know how hard you got me?” Hoseok murmurs, his stare heated. Yoongi belatedly realises the hardness against his ass is Hoseok’s bare cock. He’s rutting against the cheek he spanked, preparing himself to enter him.
Yoongi lets out a moan at that. His hole feels sore, he’s subdued. Even then, when Hoseok’s hands grab his hips, he pushes back, welcoming him.
Hoseok presses his cock against his abused rim, and enters him with a hiss.
“You’re such a hot little thing,” he murmurs, the tip of his cock snug inside Yoongi’s gaping wet hole. “Warmed you up well enough, didn’t I?”
Yoongi’s too boneless to speak as Hoseok pushes inside him all the way. It’s different from the stiff, unfeeling baton. Hoseok’s cock throbs inside of him, responds to him. He clenches back just to hear him curse.
“Still a fucking brat,” Hoseok laughs, grabbing a handful of Yoongi’s hair to tug on as he slams into him. “I thought you’d behave for me now.”
Yoongi’s moans are forced out of him as Hoseok pounds into him, rubbing against his sensitive walls and hitting just the right spots, enough for him to see stars. Clarity washes over him just for an instant. He’s all trussed up, sweaty in his captain’s uniform (half of it, at least) and taking Hoseok’s cock into his defenceless hole, and nothing could be better. This is why he kept seeing the criminal even after he figured out who he was.
Because he’s the only one ever who could fuck him this good.
“Want to hear you cry for me like the slut you are,” Hoseok mutters in a rough voice, reaching for the straps of the gag. He pulls it off, and Yoongi swallows his own spit for the first time in a while.
“Oh, fuck–” Yoongi mutters, voice rough around the edges, but he doesn’t have a chance to say anymore, because Hoseok returns to his punishing pace. His cock spears into him over and over again, and Yoongi’s eyes roll back as Hoseok’s hands dig into his hips.
“You’re going to come again, darling,” he chuckles through his panting, “Aren’t I nice, giving you so many orgasms, hmm?”
One of his hands reaches for the nipple chain, tugging on it, and the captain groans. The zing of pleasure reverberates to his cock.
“Tell me.”
Hoseok’s hand is relentless, just like his cock, tugging again to hear Yoongi wail. He moves to his cock and begins stroking, rubbing the tip with intent as he fucks into him, like he wants to push him right there to the very edge, and coax his orgasm out.
Yoongi is powerless to stop him. He just has to admit it.
“Yes, s-sir,” he manages, drooling even without the gag because he’s lost control of his senses. “Th-thank you,” he splutters, "Thank you, sir."
His eyes cross and he lets out his loudest moan, drawn-out as his orgasm approaches him with alarming speed. He comes while he's still moaning, harder than he would have thought possible. Pushed into his climax so quickly, his entire body trembles, and his hole clamps down on Hoseok’s cock.
With another thrust and a curse, Hoseok pushes inside him one last time. His cock fucking throbs, hips stuttering as he releases inside of Yoongi.
The captain feels warmth flooding inside of him, against his well-fucked, sore walls. The slight sting of pain makes his cock jerk again.
“Fuck, captain,” Hoseok groans, breathing heavily over him, hips twitching forward to feel him better. He strokes at Yoongi’s cock as he’s letting out quiet whimpers, not yet ready to let him go.
He eventually does, when Yoongi feels too boneless to even complain. Wiping his hand on Yoongi’s soaked shirt, Hoseok carefully pulls out. Yoongi’s hole gapes at him, and as he watches, mesmerised, it drips out his cum.
Hoseok falls back into the couch, both breathing heavily. He looks over at Yoongi who’s in a similar state as him, albeit more helpless.
“All good, baby?” he rumbles.
Yoongi can only mewl in response.
Hoseok reaches for the nipple clamps, unclasping them one by one, and Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief as sensation floods back into his nipples, almost overwhelming him.
Warm, knowing hands glide over his sweat-streaked body. More cum dribbles out of his hole as Hoseok unlocks the handcuffs from his ankles and wrists.
“Took my cock so well today,” Hoseok proudly says, hands massaging the stiff limbs. Yoongi is too exhausted to speak, but Hoseok is the one who whispers sweet nothings, flipping him around and unbuttoning his shirt.
Yoongi looks up at him as he quickly undresses him, blinking slowly. Hoseok’s face is flushed too, looks as hot as he feels.
And he’s hot too. The hottest criminal Yoongi has ever seen.
Hoseok meets his eyes, arching his brow. With a flourish, he pulls off the last bit of clothing covering Yoongi and leans in close.
Yoongi isn’t expecting the kiss. It’s a gentle one, short and sweet. A soft whine leaves Yoongi’s mouth.
“Pretty baby,” Hoseok murmurs in a silken voice, brushing Yoongi’s fringe aside and caressing his forehead. All the latter can think is about how overheated he looks, ears still blushing pink.
Hoseok pats his shoulder. “Let’s get you clean.”
Yoongi can’t move at all, and he’s grateful when the other man hoists him up to get him to stand on his feet. His legs feel mushy as he holds on to Hoseok’s shoulders, and he still feels disoriented, a little dizzy.
He stumbles into the criminal, gasping softly.
“Careful, now,” Hoseok laughs, softer than he’s laughed all evening. He wraps a strong arm around the captain's waist—his careful fleeting touches completely opposite to the rough merciless ones from minutes ago.
“Shower?” Hoseok asks, nuzzling close to his ear. Yoongi hums in response.
After all, maybe this is the real reason why he keeps letting Hoseok in.