#daddy!jhope

It’s not the light blazing in the window or the alarm that wakes Hoseok up.

It’s a tight little ass wiggling against him.

His eyes flutter open, his view blurred with sleep. He looks down to see you mumbling incoherently and clearly lost in a dream.

After last night, you had passed out on Hoseok’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around your back, your cheek pressed right into the space above his heart. However, sometime during the night, you had wiggled your way into his side and he had turned as well, pressing himself to your back to spoon you. The two of you always slept best like this, curved into one another like two matching puzzle pieces. Usually, the position was cute, even. But with your ass pressed firmly into his crotch, your hips circling against his morning wood, the situation is anything but cute.

Hoseok groans softly as you push back into him. He’s sensitive after edging himself for hours yesterday, and the pressure of being squeezed between the babysoft skin of your ass and his hard abs sends a jolt of pleasure up his length and into his abdomen every time you move. As he looks down at the gentle swell of your bottom, he realizes he’s been leaking precome onto you for who knows how long.

Were he a younger, less controlled man, he would reach down to wrap his hand around his throbbing length and jerk himself to completion. Technically, he still could. But the thought of waking you up, of making you take care of him is much more appealing.

You continue to rub yourself against him, rotating your hips until he finally slips between your ass cheeks. Hoseok suppresses the primal groan that threatens to rip through his chest as he feels your swollen, dripping lips wrap around him, coating him in your arousal.

Even in sleep, you moan as you drag yourself against his cock, the tip prodding at your tight entrance.

It’s at this point that Hobi’s hand comes down on your hips, stilling your movements entirely.

“Wake up, little one,” he growls in your ear.

He watches the curve of your back as you stretch. A gentle smile dances on your features, arms reaching above your head, as you yawn and smack your lips.

“Mmm, good morning, daddy,” you grumble, your voice gravelly from sleep and having his cock fucked into your throat the previous night. He shivers as he hears the way the title rolls so instinctively off of your tongue— like it belongs there— even when you’re still half asleep. You roll over and nuzzle your face into his chest. “How late did we sleep in?” His skin is soft and warm and smells all too much of him and the previous night’s activities—you sigh into it, relishing in the comfort that washes over you, entirely unaware of the disaster you’ve created.

However, held so tightly in Hobi’s arms, you quickly become aware of the situation as a very large, very hard cock is pressed into your stomach.

“Daddy?” you ask, your eyes popping open.

“You’ve been a bad girl, rubbing yourself all over me,” he says, his voice soft despite the persona he is very quickly slipping into. “So hungry for cock that you can’t even go without it when you’re sleeping.”

Mischief sparks in your eye as you realize what’s going on. You quickly right yourself, placing your hands on his chest and looking up at him.

“Daddy,” you pout. “You know I didn’t mean it.”

“Did I not fuck you well enough last night?” He says, tucking your sleep tangled hair behind your ear. “Were three orgasms not enough for you? Or do you just need cum dripping out of that tight little pussy at every possible moment for you to be able to function?”

You whine and squirm against his tightening hold.

“I think you oughta take care of the mess you made, don’t you think, princess?”

Your eyes light up.

“I can touch you?”

Usually, Hobi makes you work for his body, binding your hands behind your back as you pleasure him, tying you to the hooks on the wall while you watch him fuck someone else, or, worse of all, edging you until you are begging to tangle your hands in his hair and thrust your hips up into his touch.

But judging by the tightness with which he’s squeezing your ass and the oh-so-subtle way he’s rutting against your stomach you know he’s just as close to the edge as you are.

“No hands though,” Hobi says as you crawl backwards down the bed. “Only your mouth.”

“Anything for you, daddy,” you smirk, relishing in the slight edge of power you think you’re holding this morning. You’ve obviously worked him up to the point that he’s willing to break some of his own rules.

Hips straddling his knees, you toss your hair over one shoulder and bend so that your mouth is just an inch away from his straining cock. You peek up at him to see his lip caught between his teeth, his eyes fiery and desperate for you.

His cock stands hard and long and pressed against his abs, which flex as you watch. Quick to get to work, you lick a long stripe from the base to the head, circling your tongue around once. Then, lifting your mouth from him, you purse your lips and blow softly on his cock. You know the sensation of cool air hitting the moisture where your tongue so recently warmed him will send a spark straight up his spine. And you’re right. His hand snaps up to the back of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair and pulling you up so that your neck strains underneath the force.

“Don’t tease, little one, unless you really want to upset daddy.” Despite the confident smirk that plays along his lips, you recognize the desperation in his actions: he’s already panting, his gaze is half-focused, and his thighs are clenching every time you touch him.

So you lower your lips—without breaking eye contact, of course—and gently suck his head into your mouth. There, you let it rest on your tongue, making sure your movements are soft and light. Ever so slowly, you begin to take him deeper, opening wide for him to see his cock fill your mouth.

With the pace of a snail, you slide down on his length until you finally wrap your lips around him. They frame his cock in a delicious pout as he hits the back of your throat. You gag, your throat trying to force him out.

And then you just stay there, holding him in your mouth and at the entrance to your throat, alternating between sucking lightly and not at all.

“Fuck,” Hobi curses. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

You pull off of him, reaching up to stroke him with your hand in the absence of your mouth. “Daddy, I’m just trying to make you feel good.”

Suddenly, Hobi’s arms are beneath your elbows, gripping you hard. He tugs you up to his face before flipping you over. The air whooshes out of your lungs as your belly hits the mattress.

“What did I tell you?” he hisses, hooking his leg over you as he sits down on you. The position effectively keeps you in place, immobile. He takes both of your wrists within one of his large hands and pulls back so that your back arches off the bed. “No hands. And you couldn’t even fucking listen to such a simple order.” He releases you slightly and you crumple to the pillow.

Hands bound, body captive, your mind has nowhere to go but to sink into the weight of his body atop yours and the tension that feeds within you. Your arousal has built to such a frenzy that all you can think of is how it will feel when he finally slides into you.

Keeping your wrists locked in his grasp, he slides his other palm to the valley of your back, spreading his hand flat against you. Slowly, he slides it up along your spine until he reaches your nape. There, his hand curls so that the edges of his nails scrape against the sensitive skin. He pushes his fingers into your hair. The sensation of his nails grazing against your scalp shoots stars into your vision—stars that explode when he twists his fingers into your locks, a handful of hair in his grasp, and yanks.

Hobi knows exactly what pulling your hair does to you. He smirks as he listens to your breath catch in your throat in a mix of pleasure and surprise as he tugs your head backward. Your eyes roll back and your body falls into the precious, pulsing feeling beneath his fingers wrapping and pulling at the delicate skin. Blood rushes to your face, warming you inconceivably.

Even with the stars spreading through your vision, you can’t help but clench and unclench your hands, trying to reach out for Hobi, just to feel him closer. You manage to brush your fingers against the taut skin of his stomach, but your efforts are quickly thwarted as Hobi slams your wrists into your back.        

“You’re so dumb for cock that you can’t even keep your hands off of me.”

“I want you,” you sob into the pillow. “I need you so bad, daddy, please fuck me.”

“I know you want my cock,” Hobi says. “But I wanna know what you’ll do for it.”

“Anything. Anything, daddy.”

He releases your hair from his grasp and you fall to the pillow, tears of pleasure and desperation spilling onto your cheeks. He bends over you, pressing his lips to your ear.

“I want to fuck you like the hole you are--and I want you to take it like a good girl.”

“Y-yes please,” you gasp, wriggling beneath him. “Fuck me, daddy, use me.” You push your ass towards him, whining as his cock slides between your slick folds. At this point, you’re so wet that it provides no friction and no satisfaction whatsoever. “Wan’ it.” He lifts himself up from you, grasping his throbbing length in one hand as he lines himself up with you. You swivel your hips back, trying to rub yourself on him.  

“I should tie you up for that, but instead—” He rams into you in one stroke. “I’m just going to fuck the brat out of you.”

Your back arches off of the mattress when he bottoms out. He only gives you a second to adjust before he begins to drag the bulbous head of his cock in and out of your fluttering walls.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, princess,” Hobi gasps. “You take my cock so well. It’s like I didn’t even spend three hours fucking you open last night.” His pace is even and controlled as he draws back with each stroke, leaving just the head within you before sliding smoothly back in.

“Daddy, you’re so big,” you groan. “But—” you gasp as he swivels his hips against your ass. “Need more.”

His movements slow.

“Does my little one want me to use her as a fuck hole?”

You nod furiously against the pillow.

“Please, daddy, use me. I’m yours. Use me as your fuck hole.”

Hobi chuckles, savoring the way your brow looks so sweetly pressed in concentration. He knows you are trying so hard to be a good girl for him, keeping your hands to yourself and lifting your ass for him to fuck into.

“When I’m done with you, you’re not going to be able to think of anything else except the way my cock feels hammering.”

He lifts his hips back and slams into you.

A whine, primal and high, is forced out of your body by his jackhammering.

“Daddy!” you yelp, your eyes going crossed.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking good.” The curve of his cock kisses your cervix, the pain mixing with the pleasure of his thrusts. His balls slap against your clit, their weight teasing a spark of delight from the depths of your cunt. “You gonna come for me?”

“Yes, daddy,” you cry.

Hobi is surprised. You don’t usually come this quickly—but whatever you had been dreaming about must have brought you right to the edge before he woke you up.

“That’s it, baby,” Hoseok coos. “I want you to cum on my cock while I fuck you. I wanna see your cum coating every inch of me.”

Just when you feel your orgasm building, getting ready to snap within your abdomen, Hoseok pulls out, leaving you whining and pushing your ass back in search of his cock.

“Flip over, baby, I wanna see your face when you come.”

You quickly turn on your hip and spread your legs wide for your boyfriend. He grins at the sight of you holding yourself open for him, squirming and desperate for his touch. He’s done holding out on you though, so rather than sitting back on his heels and making you wait for him, he leans over you and slides his cock teasingly through your lips. The desire rippling through his abdomen is not one to be waited on. Reaching down, he grips his cock tightly, presses it to your entrance, and slides right in.

With the combined mixture of your slick and his precome, there’s no resistance as he resumes his punishing pace, jackhammering you into the mattress.

You feel full of him. Each thrust sends a shockwave through your entire body and it’s not long before your orgasm begins to build again.

“Daddy, I wanna cum.”

“Then fucking cum,” he hisses. “Fucking cum on this cock.”

You let go with a gasp. Your body twists beneath the pleasure coursing through you and you reach out to grasp Hoseok’s hips and pull him deeper into you. He gives you this, letting your hands pull him forward until he’s fully seated within you, your walls pulsing deliciously around him.

When your breathing has returned to normal and your eyes have fluttered back open again, he grins down at you.

“You good?”

“Better than good.”

“Can I—”

Before he can even finish his question you’re pulling his face down to yours, kissing him deeply and tugging one of his lips between your teeth before you say “Fuck me.”

He gasps into your mouth as you bite down on his lip, before pulling away just enough to push the hair out of your face. “You’re gonna help daddy now?”

You smile, a sleepy edge tinting your features.

“Mhmm,” you hum.

Rather than resuming his punishing pace, Hoseok lets his weight fall atop you, burying himself deeper within you. Clenching his abs, he chuckles and grinds his hips down into you, his pelvic bone grating against your clit. He knows just how sensitive you are. He can tell by the way you squeak and buck up at him.

He continues to circle his hips against you, and you yelp.

“I thought it was your turn!” you cry, overstimulation shooting stars through your whole body.

“I decided I want to see you cum again.”

He grins as he watches your hands scramble for anything to hold onto as you try to divert the overwhelming sensations that he’s mercilessly driving into you.

He brings his hand down on the softness of your belly and presses. Beneath his hand he feels his own cock grinding into you, circling through your abdomen. He groans at the sensation, at the notion of how deeply he reaches into you.

“Too much—,” you gasp.

“Do you need to use your safeword?”

“N-no.”

“Then I’m not going to stop until you cum again,” he murmurs into your lips, refusing to slow his pace. “I’m going to force this orgasm out of you if it’s the last thing I do.”

At this point, language doesn’t exist.

Dumb little noises slip out of you. Hobi’s hand, pressed into your abdomen was the only thing keeping you in place as you squirmed and wiggled beneath him.

“S-so good,” you gape, your overstimulation finally receding into a depth of sensation. Electricity zapped between your bodies, startling your senses to life.

You swear you can feel every ridge of his cock dragging through you, every place on your body where his skin brushes up against yours — you could memorize every breathy and graveled sound that falls from his lips. To see him lost in his own pleasure — it has your heart racing again and desire flooding your veins.

Hobi sees your gaze change. Sees the way your hands come back to his body, urging him forward. Seeing this shift, he knows you are ready for more and so he quickens the thrust of his hips, beginning to really fuck into you. He smirks at the little gasp that slips through you — your surprise and delight, his.

Picking up his pace, watching the way your breasts jiggle with each thrust, Hoseok knows he can’t keep this up much longer before he unravels.

“You’ve been so good letting daddy fuck you, but I don’t think you’ve proven to me that you’re not just pretending to be good for daddy’s cum. I wanna fill you,” he pants. “But bad girls don’t get daddy’s cum in their cunt.”

“Please, no,” you gasp, his relentless pace shoving language from your mind. “I’m good, I’ll be good.”

“No,” he growls.

“Please, I want your cum, daddy,” you sob.

“Then touch yourself. Make yourself cum again and you can have me.”

You whine but reach down to circle around your clit as he’s asked. The stimulation of your fingers tracing familiar patterns against your clit and the throbbing pressure of Hobi filling you has your wrists shaking. Your fingers falter and brush against your entrance and in the process flutter oh-so-delicately against his cock.

“Fuck,” Hoseok gasps. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

A whine rips through the both of you as you work to pleasure both yourself and Hobi. You can feel the rope of your pleasure building to an ache within you as you circle feverishly against your clit. You are so close, you just need—

With an extra amount of force, Hoseok rams into you, his pelvic bone hitting your clit at just the right angle. You yelp and twist, your orgasm coursing through you.

He hisses, throwing his head back as your walls clamp down around him, trapping him within you. Your second orgasm washes through your belly and through your limbs, your body falling limp beneath him, eyes rolling back into your head.  

The blissed-out look on your face has him gripping your hip with one white-knuckled hand and pumping into you one last time before he spills into you. His hand is still pressed to your abdomen and beneath your skin, he can feel the bulging head of his cock twitch as it releases stream after stream of cum, painting your insides white.

He holds himself there for a moment, letting the warmth of your body and the press of your arms cradle him. With a sigh, he pulls out of you, coming to rest at your side.

Beside him, sweat shines on your brow and gleams upon your chest. Fucked-out, bedhead hair is splayed around your face like a halo and he’s not sure he’s ever seen anything more gorgeous. Your lids are heavy as you turn to him, reaching out for him to take you into his hold. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his arms around you and stroking rhythmically up and down your back.

“You did so well for me,” he finally says. “You always do.”

You smile sheepishly at the compliment, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I want to do well for you,” you say, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“How did I get so lucky as to have you?” he said, wrapping you tightly in his arms.

“It’s me who’s the lucky one,” you giggled.

“Agree to disagree.”

The two of you just stay there like that, wrapped up in each other, feeling the other’s breath fall against your skin. As dominating and rough as Hobi can be, he will always take you into his arms like this, reminding you that you are the most precious thing in the world. Just as Hobi is about to drift back into sleep a thought flashes across his mind —

“Tell me, baby. What were you dreaming about before I woke you up?”

“I—” You look embarrassed as you fumble for words.

“It’s okay,” Hobi says, pulling back just enough to catch your gaze. He brings a hand up to stroke the still-warm skin of your cheek. “You know I’m not going to judge you. You’ve heard most of my sick fantasies.”

You laugh. “True, tr— wait—” Your eyes narrow. “How did you know it was a fantasy?”

“Darling, you were basically fucking yourself on my cock.”

Your eyes widen in shock as you clap a hand over your mouth, body shaking as you laugh.

“Alright, that’s a fair assumption to make then.”

He pulls you closer, his palms clasped together behind your back.

“So what was it? It must be really delicious if you’re so hesitant to tell me.”

“Promise you won’t be mad at me? That you’ll tell me if it’s not okay?”

Hobi raises a brow — “Of course,” he says gently.

“I… I want to fuck Jungkook.”

Oh. If he’s being honest, that’s not what he was thinking would come out of your mouth.

“And you. At the same time.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah...” You look down in embarrassment, but he pulls your chin up. As you meet his eyes, you realize just how intensely dark his gaze is.

“Well if that’s what you want, little one, then that’s what you’ll get.”

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