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Saturday mornings for Hoseok tend to start off rather predictably.
It begins with a morning walk to the farmer’s market—the routine is nearly muscle memory by now. Predictably, Hoseok will come home with two bags of fresh produce. He’ll place them on the kitchen counter, then sort through them methodically—bananas go out on the table, the rest belong in the refrigerator, fruits in the left compartment and vegetables on the right.
Then, predictably, Hoseok will eat his breakfast of toast and jelly and put away the dishes in the drying rack. He’ll sit at the couch and sip at his coffee, gazing out the window in a blank stupor because he actually has time to do so, or else paying mild attention to whatever news program or drama happens to playing at the time.
Afterward, Hoseok will clean himself up in the bathroom and head back to bed. And thus predictably, he will find Yoongi under his blankets, whom Hoseok had tucked in right beside himself last night.
***
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Hoseok sings loudly as he approaches the bed. On the mattress, Yoongi lies motionless on his back, eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling with a dull, glassy gaze.
Yoongi is Hoseok’s life-sized doll—a male doll, but with delicate features and small frame, just how Hoseok likes. Gently, Hoseok pulls Yoongi out from under the covers and sits him up against the wall. Sticking Yoongi’s legs straight out in front of him, he arranges the doll’s hands to clasp together in his lap. Yoongi is wearing Hoseok’s old T-shirt. It’s cute on him, Hoseok thinks. The shirt hangs loosely on Yoongi’s shoulders, and in his oversized sleepwear, he looks so soft and demure—perfect for dressing up.
“Come on, baby,” Hoseok tells him, “Time to get dressed.” In a few familiar motions, he strips the doll of his pajamas, leaving Yoongi lying bare and exposed on the bed. Then he heads over to the closet, rummaging past the T-shirts, hoodies, and an expensive suit or two, until he comes to a stop at the very last section, dedicated entirely to Yoongi’s doll clothes.
Brushing his fingers across the fancy fabrics, Hoseok contemplates over his choices. Sheer white blouses with scalloped collars, pastel skirts and fluffy petticoats, lace-up corsets...he lingers for a moment on the French maid costume, until his hands finally rest on the latest addition to Yoongi’s wardrobe: a baby pink Lolita dress with a white, ruffled underskirt.
Hoseok dresses Yoongi with meticulous care, taking time to adjust the ribbons and smooth out the collar. The dress is brand-new, and—to Hoseok’s delight—fits Yoongi like a charm, as if it were custom-made just for him. A large, pink bow sits at the doll’s slim waist, and several smaller bows circle around the edge of the skirt, which flounces out beautifully around Yoongi’s thighs. Long, frilly sleeves flare out just below Yoongi’s fingertips, and Hoseok marvels at the way it makes Yoongi look that much smaller, all wrapped up and drowning in puffs of soft fabric and lace.
Taking a comb from the dresser, Hoseok grooms Yoongi’s hair in neat little strokes, brushing his bangs across his forehead before tousling them with his fingers. Yoongi’s blond hair looks best when it’s all mussed up, so soft and fluffy against Hoseok’s touch. A pair of white high-knee socks slides up Yoongi’s legs, and Hoseok makes sure to fold down the tops so that the ruffled trim hugs the top of his calves. Finally, he reaches down to buckle a pair of chunky, pink Mary Janes onto Yoongi’s feet.
“Time to go, Yoongi,” Hoseok tells the doll. He picks Yoongi up and cradles him in his arms, carrying him out past the living room and onto the balcony, where he sets Yoongi in a rocking chair overlooking the small courtyard below their apartment building. It’s a warm day outside, with clear and sunny skies. Pulling out a folded lawn chair, Hoseok settles in comfortably and prepares to lose himself in his novel, some intriguing fantasy tale whose main character, a boy named Kim Taehyung, embarks on a quest to save the oppressed villagers of the Eastern Kingdom.
Except, it’s not even an hour later, and Hoseok has long since lost interest in his story. At this point in the story, Taehyung, had recklessly gotten himself killed off by King Namjoon’s soldiers, and his best friend, Park Jimin, swears to take revenge by forming a pact with an army of giants to lead a rebellion against the regime. Unfortunately, Jimin’s plan gets foiled when the scheming mage, Seokjin, manages to convince him that he’s the long-lost son of the royal family. Thus Jimin promptly switches interests and heads to the castle to claim his title, only to be thrown into the dungeons instead. When the best friend eventually gets executed and his lover, the ever-angsty Jungkook, takes over as the new leader of the quest, Hoseok slams the book shut, tired of this ridiculous nonsense.
(He knew he should have stopped reading when he found out about the King’s love affair with the dark mage; that should have been a clue that the author had run out of ideas and would start to kill off his characters for no reason. It’s a shame, really, because Taehyung, with all his chivalry stuff, was totally Hoseok’s type. (Here Hoseok should mention that he has many ideal types, including but not limited to knights in shining armor and grumpy fairy princesses.))
The book falls the ground. Hoseok stands up and stretches, feeling rather cross, but his eyes soften when his gaze comes to rest on his doll, upon whom Hoseok gazes at fondly. Up in the sky, the sun shines brightly onto the balcony, reflecting off of Yoongi’s blond hair in little sparkles of light.
“Poor Yoongi,” he murmurs, making his way to the rocking chair, “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?”
Tilting his head, he observes the doll, who lies limply in the chair and stares back at him in silence.
“Wanna play with Oppa?” he asks, switching to the baby voice Hoseok only uses on Yoongi when he’s ready to give his doll some special attention.
Yoongi looks absolutely darling in his pink, ruffled dress, legs dangling cutely off the edge of his chair. Slowly, Hoseok feels a warm buzz of excitement build up inside. Oddly enough, it’s the shoes that finally do it to him, those childish Mary Janes with bows on the buckles that make Yoongi look so young and innocent, and Hoseok’s cock twitches in his pants. A tiny twinge of guilt flits inside his stomach, but it quickly fades away. Hoseok has gotten too used to it be ashamed by now. After all, how could it possibly be his fault, when it’s because of Yoongi that he’s so hot and bothered? An obedient little dolly dressed all pretty like that, who wouldn’t think that he’s just begging for it? The thought of his doll waiting to be wrecked has Hoseok turned-on so bad, and the thrum of arousal spreads through his entire body until his head is spinning from how much he wants it.
“Yes, Yoongi,” he coos, and the sweet smile on his face morphs into a playful smirk. “It’s time to play."
In two quick strides, Hoseok crosses the balcony. Picking Yoongi up, he tosses the doll over his shoulder, not bothering to fix Yoongi’s skirt when it rides up. This time, instead of laying Yoongi gently onto the bed, Hoseok throws him down rather haphazardly. Yoongi’s body bounces up on the mattress, his head flopping over to the side, and Hoseok reaches down to grab Yoongi’s ear, sharply tugging him upright.
Standing over his doll, Hoseok pauses to take in Yoongi’s pretty face. A shimmery, rose blush dusts across Yoongi’s cheekbones. His lips are painted a glossy pink, slightly parted. Cute, Hoseok thinks, and he can’t resist the urge to lean in and lick his tongue across the doll’s perfect mouth. Yoongi’s eyelids are starting to droop, and Hoseok shakes the doll by his shoulders until his eyes snap open fully with a backwards jerk of the head. Hoseok brings his hand down across Yoongi’s face, a light but firm slap, just for good measure, before rearranging Yoongi’s head position. A pair of glassy orbs stare back up him blankly, devoid of any pain or emotion, and Hoseok hums in satisfaction.
Yoongi is such a good doll, Hoseok thinks. So good, Hoseok can entertain himself with Yoongi for hours. Pulling down the collar of Yoongi’s dress, he brushes his lips across Yoongi’s clavicles. Quickly, he strips himself of his own clothes, then climbs onto the bed. Swinging a leg across to sit on Yoongi’s chest, Hoseok moves his hand to his dick, feeling himself grow hard right in front of Yoongi’s face. A bead of precome rolls down from the tip of his cock, and he wipes it across Yoongi’s cheek, letting it trail across the doll’s dainty lips.
Hoseok slides his hands along the doll’s chest as he scoots back toward the foot of the bed. Beneath the ruffles and ribbons, Yoongi is even prettier. Every inch of his skin is smooth and flawless, and fuck, sometimes all Hoseok wants is to sink his teeth into the softness of his thighs. Flipping his skirt up, Hoseok trails his fingers lightly along Yoongi’s hipbones, and he can’t help but smile in amusement when his gaze comes to rests on Yoongi’s crotch. He hadn’t bothered to dress Yoongi in his panties today, letting the soft skirt brush up against Yoongi’s ass, having his cock hang out beneath the ruffles like a prize. Bending Yoongi’s knees, Hoseok pushes his legs back to make room for himself, settling into the space between the doll’s thighs.
Yoongi’s cock is a cute little thing, Hoseok thinks, just like the rest of him. Reaching up next to the pillows, Hoseok grabs the pink ribbon he’d left there earlier and scoots back between Yoongi’s legs. He wraps it around the base of Yoongi’s dick, carefully tying it off with a bow.
“Perfect,” Hoseok breathes. Leaning back to admire his handiwork, he hums to himself, pleased.
Yoongi’s dick might be all laced up and pretty, but Hoseok thinks that by now, the other’s ass is in need of a little attention, too. He slides his hand beneath Yoongi’s soft bottom and wriggles around, smirking in triumph when he finally feels it—the plug that he had stuffed inside Yoongi, hours ago. Lifting his doll’s hips high up off the mattress, Hoseok slides his knee beneath to keep Yoongi’s ass up in the air. Slowly, he pulls the plug out by its handle, then tosses it aside. Hoseok buries his face into the underside of Yoongi’s thighs and sighs, licking at his doll’s smooth, hairless skin.
“Gonna get you all messy and wet,” he murmurs. Spreading Yoongi’s apart with his thumb and index finger, Hoseok uncaps the lube and pours it directly over Yoongi’s hole. Having molded around the shape of the plug, Yoongi opens up easily, and Hoseok’s fingers slide along smoothly, pushing the slippery liquid inside. He fingers Yoongi for a while before realizes that he’s neglected Yoongi’s cock, his favorite part of Yoongi to play with. Keeping his fingers inside Yoongi’s ass, Hoseok uses his other hand to fondle Yoongi’s dick. Hoseok loves how Yoongi is so touch-sensitive—all he has to do is rub his fingers against Yoongi’s crotch, and his doll’s cock will spring up in response, so hard and needy just for him. Running his tongue from Yoongi’s balls to his cock, Hoseok licks up to take the head inside his mouth. He sucks gently, then then slackens his jaw, letting his saliva run down the shaft before pulling away.
“Look at you, Yoongi, so wet for my cock that you’re dripping all over yourself,” Hoseok tells his doll teasingly. Yoongi’s dick looks all shiny and wet, and he can’t help but give it a hard flick with his fingers, hard enough that it’d probably sting if Yoongi could feel the pain.
Sometimes, Hoseok likes to fantasize about the sounds Yoongi would make if he could talk back to him—the curses that would run out of Yoongi’s pretty mouth as he begs for Hoseok’s cock; the tiny whimpers of distress as Hoseok keeps fucking his sensitive hole after he’s come.
Most of the time, however, Hoseok likes that Yoongi is so still and silent, nothing but a toy. One of the best parts about owning a doll, Hoseok thinks, is that he can do whatever he wants with him. To him. Hoseok can position Yoongi any way he likes—push him down on his hands and knees, or lay him on his back and spread his thighs a mile wide, or bounce his ass up and down on Hoseok’s dick—and his doll would be able to do nothing but take it however Hoseok wants. Hell, he could carry Yoongi around on his dick all day, fuck him hard against the wall, and leave him sitting naked and tied-up on the couch for Hoseok’s own sick viewing pleasure until he gets tired of the doll and sells him off to the next sex-crazed maniac to use as a dirty fuck-hole. The thought of Yoongi like that, tossed around and used, has Hoseok moaning loudly into the silent room. It’s so fucking hot.
Unable to wait any longer, Hoseok lines his dick up against Yoongi’s hole, pushing in slowly until his cock is fully enveloped by Yoongi’s ass. Yoongi feels good around Hoseok’s cock, wet and perfectly tight like he was made just for Hoseok to take. In a strange bout of possessiveness, he grabs onto Yoongi’s dick, gripping it in his fist as he fucks the doll, letting the rush of control run down to his aching member.
“Fuck, Yoongi. You’re so good at taking cock,” he groans. Yoongi’s head has tilted back from the force of Hoseok’s movements, revealing the flawless skin of his neck. Licking his lips and inhaling deeply, Hoseok slams his hips into Yoongi’s with each powerful thrust. The sounds of pleasure escape Hoseok’s mouth uncontrollably. Yoongi feels so good around his dick, taking Hoseok in so deep like no one else can. Flipping his doll over onto his stomach, Hoseok grips Yoongi’s hips tightly and pulls his ass back to meet his movements.
“Yoongi,” he gasps, driving his cock deep into the doll, such a perfect little hole for him to fuck. Yoongi’s face is smothered into the pillow, his right arm trapped under him at an odd angle, but at this point, Hoseok is far too desperate for his own impending orgasm to care. Pulling out with a sticky squelch, he presses his leaking cock tight against Yoongi’s ass and humps the doll. Hoseok is close now, so close, and he loves to tease himself right before he comes. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he touches himself lightly before thrusting fast into his fist, his own rough palm providing a stark contrast from Yoongi’s smooth wetness. With his free hand, Hoseok reaches around Yoongi’s waist and down to the doll’s crotch, fondling Yoongi’s balls and tugging at the ribbon tied around his cock. Somehow, the action feels so satisfyingly dirty, a reminder that Hoseok owns this doll, owns Yoongi’s delicious ass, and a breathy moan falls from Hoseok’s lips as he comes like that, one hand playing with Yoongi’s little cock beneath his pretty skirts, the other hand jerking himself through his orgasm, spilling hot come onto the doll’s creamy thighs.
Eventually, Hoseok’s thrusts slow to a stop and he lets go of his cock, nudging Yoongi aside and rolling onto the mattress in exhaustion. When he finally catches his breath back, he pushes himself off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. Quickly, Hoseok brushes his teeth. Then he grabs two towels and wets them under the sink, using one to wipe the come off his skin and taking the second towel back into the bedroom. Yoongi is still lying limp on the bed, folded over awkwardly onto his side. Hoseok turns him over gently, remembering to clean off the trail of dried come on Yoongi’s face before wiping away the sticky residue left the doll’s ass and thighs, throwing away the ribbon still tied around Yoongi’s dick.
When he finishes, he tosses the towel aside and falls tiredly back into bed. Hoseok drags the blankets up and over their bodies, then wraps his arms around Yoongi and pulls him close.
“Oh, Yoongi,” he sighs happily, “You’re so good to me, my baby doll.” Tucking Yoongi’s head under his neck, Hoseok drops his head onto the pillow and closes his eyes, drifting off contentedly into a soft, dreamless sleep.
***
When Hoseok wakes up, it’s to bright afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. He yawns, stretching out his limbs to feel the slight fatigue lingering in his muscles, a reminder of his activities earlier in the day.
A slight shift in the weight on Hoseok’s left draws his attention. Turning over to the side, Hoseok sees Yoongi peeking out from beneath the covers, the comforter drawn up over his mouth and nose to reveal only a sleepy pair of eyes and a shock of fluffy blonde hair.
“Hey, sweetie,” Hoseok chuckles, and Yoongi blinks back at him. “How are you feeling?” Scooching closer, Hoseok reaches up and brushes Yoongi’s bangs out of his eyes. He pulls Yoongi into a hug, and Yoongi nods against his shoulder.
Saturday mornings for Hoseok don’t always end so predictably.
It had taken Hoseok a while to get used to Yoongi’s responses, or lack-thereof, after sex. Sometimes, Yoongi switches out of his role as soon as the scene ends, demanding to be cuddled and pampered. Other times, it takes Yoongi a while to ease out of his doll state. In the latter case, Hoseok had eventually learned not to worry too much, even when his boyfriend remains still and silent long after the scene ends. Yoongi can move and talk if he really wants to, both during and after play, but most of the time, he simply prefers to stay still. It’s more relaxing that way, Yoongi had explained, letting him enjoy the intimacy without constantly thinking over how to act or what to say. A “dollspace” of sorts, where his mind is blank and calm and free.
Sometimes, it’s hard for Yoongi to fall back into being someone again, someone with wants and worries and responsibilities carefully balanced under his own control. Once Yoongi immerses himself in his role, suddenly snapping out of it could be quite jarring for him. And so it’s best, they had decided, that Hoseok lets Yoongi come to life at his own pace.
Today, Yoongi is quiet, but he responds well to Hoseok’s touch. Hoseok helps Yoongi move to sit at the edge of the bed, then slides his arms around Yoongi’s waist from behind, letting his boyfriend lean back to rest his head on his shoulder.
“You did so well, baby,” Hoseok praises, and Yoongi closes his eyes, letting out a deep breath.
A few minutes pass just like this, Hoseok gently rocking Yoongi from side to side in his arms, until he gets Yoongi’s consent to start running a bath. The tub is almost full when Yoongi joins Hoseok in the bathroom, sitting on the edge and swinging his feet into the hot water. When Yoongi finally seats himself comfortably at the bottom of the bathtub, Hoseok lets him pick out a bath bomb and watches it fizzle, surrounding the elder in swirls of pastel pink and purple. Eventually, he slips in behind Yoongi, pulling him against his chest, his tan skin contrasting prettily with Yoongi’s pale tones.
“How was it today?” Yoongi finally asks, voice echoing soft and low in the small room. He leans back, comfortably resting against Hoseok’s chest.
“It was fun,” Hoseok answers. Cupping warm water between his hands, he pours a puddle of pink bubbles over Yoongi’s upper chest. “How was it for you? Not too boring?”
“Good,” Yoongi hums, sliding deeper into the water. “I liked the dress.” Yoongi is the one who chooses which outfits they buy, but usually, he lets Hoseok pick out what to wear whenever they play. “Better keep dressing up while I’m still young and pretty.”
“Aw, don’t worry, hyung,” Hoseok coos fondly, “I’ll still like you in skirts when you’re an old man. Or not in skirts. Whatever's gonna be your thing.”
At that, Yoongi makes a mild sound of disgust, and Hoseok laughs, the sound ringing off the walls around them. They soak for a while in silence before Yoongi speaks up again.
“I moved around a lot when you were you sucking me off,” Yoongi mutters as Hoseok runs his hands down his boyfriend’s arms. He sounds rather forlorn about it, and Hoseok moves to take Yoongi’s hands in his own.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You were amazing, Yoongi, and I think you did perfectly. You saw how hard I came,” Hoseok teases, and Yoongi lets out a huff that Hoseok thinks might be a giggle. “But if that’s something you care about, then we can always work on it, okay?”
“Okay.” Yoongi’s fingers lace with Hoseok’s, squeezing tightly before letting go. He lets Hoseok run his fingers up along his abdomen, gasping out a small moan when the younger brushes his hand across Yoongi’s crotch.
“You sure took your time teasing me this morning,” he grumbles at Hoseok, who grins at the memory.
“Did you like having your cock tied up, hyung? You were so hard and pretty for me today.”
“Maybe,” Yoongi whispers. This time, Hoseok reaches around, he finds that Yoongi’s already half-hard from his light touches, and he can’t help but make a noise of delight upon making the discovery.
Yoongi whines, embarrassed. “Just get me off, Hoseok-ah,” he demands, and Hoseok laughs in response.
“Whatever you want, sweetie.” The bathwater splashes gently around them as Hoseok strokes Yoongi gentle and slow, pressing kisses along the back of Yoongi’s neck and shoulders until Yoongi comes, bucking lightly into Hoseok’s hand.
“Ugh,” Yoongi grimaces when Hoseok pulls his hand out of the water, covered in a mixture of slippery come and lukewarm water. “Get me out of this mess,” he complains, pulling the drain and turning on the shower to wash away the leftover residue of his bath bomb and body fluids.
“God, hyung, you’re so much more demanding after you come,” Hoseok grins, then flinches away when Yoongi flicks water into his face. The two of them huddle under the showerhead, elbows and knees bumping against each other as they try to share the fresh spray of water. Yoongi steps out of the tub first while Hoseok stays behind, watching Yoongi fiddle with his little bottles of oil and cleansers at the sink and wipe away any remaining traces of makeup. A few minutes later, they finally both make it out of the bathroom, warm, dry, and clean.
“What do you wanna do now?” Hoseok asks spinning Yoongi around by the shoulders so that they stand face to face.
“I dunno,” Yoongi shrugs. “Kiss me.”
Yoongi brings his hand up around to the back of Hoseok’s head, threading his fingers through the younger’s black hair. Leaning in, Hoseok presses a gentle kiss to Yoongi’s lips, breathing in the flowery scent of the bath bomb that lingers on Yoongi’s skin. They stay like that for a while, exchanging soft licks and nibbles until one of them finally pulls away.
As much as Hoseok loves it when Yoongi’s all dressed up, he can’t help but think that Yoongi standing in front of him now, barefaced and dressed in Hoseok’s old clothes, is absolutely beautiful. Yoongi’s eyes blink up at Hoseok lazily, and his lips part into a gummy smile. It’s so fucking adorable; Hoseok thinks his heart might burst in his chest. Hoseok might have stood there staring at Yoongi for an entire day, in fact, but Yoongi’s stomach grumbles loudly, and he decides that food might be a better plan.
“How about we get something to eat?” Hoseok suggests, leading the way into the kitchen. He’s barely stepped out of the bedroom door when Yoongi speaks up from behind.
“Hoseok?”
At his name, the younger stops in his tracks, waiting. Yoongi makes his way over and steps in close, hand reaching forward to clutch tightly at the bottom of Hoseok’s T-shirt.
“Am I a good dolly?” he asks, so quietly that his voice is barely a whisper of breath tickling at the back of Hoseok’s neck.
“The best,” Hoseok promises. Reaching behind him, he pulls Yoongi’s wrist away and links their pinky fingers together. Another promise, one that says when tomorrow comes, they’ll share their wants and worries and responsibilities, and carry their burdens and decisions on two sets of shoulders rather than one.
But just for today, they’ll let themselves live in their little bubble of joy. Today, they’ll share a little love and happiness. Today is made just for them, so that together, they can make to forget the rest of the world.