jimins-goodgirl

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pairing: ot7 (hobi centric)

trigger warnings: mild degradation, handcuffs (duh), ot7 boyfriends (because why tf not), shy hobi, daddy kink (no I wont stop), sir kink, praise, fingering, spitting in mouths, use of doll and love, choking, gentle slapping, cock slapping

word count: 4.8k

summary: more sub hobi :)

an: no i am not over the heart handcuffs ok

hoseok watched taehyung and jungkook mess around and make dirty jokes about the heart shaped handcuffs they were using as props for the new concept photoshoot. he was quiet, which was unlike him, as he almost always was apart of the chaos in some way.

“what’s going on in your head?” namjoon asked him, his voice right next to his ear and sending chills up his spine, his chin resting on hoseok’s shoulder as he observed the maknae line mess around.

what was going on in his head? he asked himself, but he knew he couldn’t answer that truthfully.

“nothing really.” hoseok smiled, hoping namjoon wouldn’t notice the very obvious lie.

“you shouldn’t lie to me, seok-ah.” namjoon whispered, his hand going to grip hoseok’s waist firmly, a small act of dominance to tell hoseok not to push him.

“i’m sorry.” hoseok whispered back, his head lowering to look at his shoes, feeling really embarrassed.

~~~

the rest of the photoshoot seemed to pass quickly to hoseok. it was all such a blur because his head was still buzzing from what namjoon had said to him earlier after he had lied about what he was thinking. ‘i know exactly what you’re thinking, slut’.

it was still on his mind when they were changing into their normal clothes to go home when he was pinned against the wall by taehyung, his eyes going wide as his back slammed against the wall.

“so what were you thinking about earlier?” taehyung smirked, doing his fake gum chewing that he knew got hoseok weak and flustered.

how the hell did he know about that? hoseok was stunned to say the least, struggling to find a response.

“too horny to even think?” he teased, glancing back at the other members who were now watching them.

“n-no!” hoseok finally got out, cursing at himself internally for stuttering. “i just-“ he started only to be cut off by yoongi.

“you just what?” yoongi smirked. “just were watching our maknaes play with those heart handcuffs like you wanted them to put them on you?” he asked, almost completely hitting the nail on the head as to what he was thinking.

hoseok sputtered for a second, trying to say something to attempt to deny it but they all knew yoongi was right. he felt his stomach flip at the amount of attention that was on him. normally he didn’t mind the attention being on him, he was used to it, but this kind of attention always got him flustered.

“well lucky for you slut.” jimin grinned evilly, digging in his bag for something and then pulling out a pair of those heart handcuffs he had swiped from the accessories table for this exact purpose. “i just so happened to grab a pair.”

hoseok was nervous, he looked at namjoon not knowing what to do. it was all so much to process. being the center of attention like this was new to him, he was almost always in the situation of giving attention to one of the other members.

“hey is this ok? are you overwhelmed?” namjoon checked in with hoseok, immediately stepping in to make sure his boyfriend was ok with this situation.

hoseok took a second to respond, having to calm his heart rate and actually think about what he wanted to say. he closed his eyes tightly and inhaled deeply.

taehyung reached up and gently caressed his cheek to try to ground him, watching hoseok open his eyes and seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. “hey im sorry. hyung made it seem like you wanted this.” taehyung apologized, feeling guilty for making hoseok so nervous like this.

none of them had seen him like this since their debut days when they were all adjusting to being in the spotlight and having attention on them.

hoseok shook his head quickly. “no no you didn’t-“ hoseok started to say, inhaling and exhaling to calm his nerves. “not used to you all staring at me like this…im always the one staring at one of you.” he explained, and then it hit them all.

they’ve never had a scene where hoseok was the absolute center of all of their attention. they didn’t mean to not have a scene for hoseok, they just never brought it up, so it never happened.

“do you want to keep going?” jimin asked him, his eyes going into worried puppy dog mode.

hoseok was actually quick to nod. “yes please.” he knew that namjoon and yoongi would want a verbal confirmation from him.

taehyung smirked in front of him. “think we could get him out of here in the handcuffs and not be seen?” he grinned.

hoseok went wide eyed again as jimin yanked him closer and began fastening the cuffs on him, hearing the clicking as the cuffs closed, making his heart race faster as it was just another thing to fully solidify that this was indeed happening.

~~~

“knees.” seokjin finally spoke up, removing the jacket from hoseok’s arms that was hiding the fact he was handcuffed.

now he was on his knees, lower half completely exposed now, watching jimin uncuff him only to recuff him with his hands behind his back.

he looked up at his boyfriends, his hands balling into nervous fists behind him and inhaled deeply to calm himself.

“doing ok?” namjoon checked in again.

“yes.” hoseok was quick to reply, watching him remove his shirt. when the hell did he get so fucking big and muscular?

“yes what?” namjoon’s voice was stern, the voice he used mainly with the maknae line when they were being punished.

“yes daddy. im fine.” hoseok replied shakily, hearing taehyung groan and the shameless sound of lube squelching against skin.

“couldn’t hold off for five minutes?” jungkook chuckled as he discarded of his own pants, sitting down on the large couch next to taehyung.

“shut up he’s too pretty.” taehyung panted, having to slow down, his strokes on his cock becoming slow and languid.

“understatement of the century tae.” seokjin replied, his fingers gently lifting hoseok’s chin so he was forced to look him in the eyes. “our pretty slut.” he grinned.

hoseok blushed bright red, he hadn’t expected the compliments, he liked being called pretty but didn’t actually think of himself as pretty.

“thank you sir.” hoseok stuttered, watching seokjin smile at him and then back away and sit down on the couch.

the others were quick to discard their remaining clothes and take seats around hoseok who was still on his knees and on display in the middle of the room.

“come here baby.” yoongi directed him, signaling him to come and sit between his legs.

hoseok stood on his knees and slowly crawled to yoongi, having a hard time of it because of the cuffs on him and his knees were sure to be sore and carpet burned the next day.

“open.” simple command. but hoseok knew exactly what was being asked of him. it was a command he’s heard hundreds of times over the years.

it meant ‘open your pretty mouth and suck my cock’.

hoseok was primarily a dominant in their relationship and didn’t do a lot of dick sucking, not that he didn’t enjoy it, he did, he just didn’t do it a lot. he focused more on the pleasure of the others.

but hoseok was good and did as yoongi said, parting his lips and wrapping them around the head of his cock.

he was a bit unsure of his movements so yoongi gently cupped his cheek and guided him slowly. hoseok let out small whines around his cock that sent vibrations up his shaft.

“can I try something hyung?” jungkook finally spoke up, getting everyone’s attention.

hoseok pulled away from yoongi’s cock slightly and nodded. “course’” he smiled, trying to watch jungkook as he kneeled behind him, covering hoseok’s hands in lube and moving his hands so they were gripping his shaft firmly.

hoseok almost laughed, the idea was such a jungkook thing to do, kind of absurd but a bit genius. but the giggle was quickly suppressed when jungkook placed his hands on hoseok’s shoulder and moaned into his ear.

“focus baby.” yoongi told him, watching hoseok nod slightly and then wrapping his lips back around his shaft, immediately taking him down as far as he could to speed things along a little.

“shit” yoongi groaned, his voice going deep and hips involuntary bucking up into hoseok’s mouth.

hoseok couldn’t even focus on one thing. between the sound of jungkook moaning into his ear and the feeling of his wet shaft moving in his cuffed hands, and yoongi’s cock seemingly stretching his mouth out with the way he was fucking into his mouth and there was the obscene sounds of obvious jerking off and kissing surrounding him. he felt utterly dizzy.

he was brought back to his task at hand when yoongi’s palm made contact with his cheek, not to hard, but hard enough to know he was on the border of being in trouble with the elder. hoseok blinked, swallowing around the shaft in his mouth, and looking up at yoongi.

“don’t focus on them right now.” yoongi groaned, his hand going to thread through hoseok’s hair and tug on it gently, getting a small moan in response, making him smirk. he somehow knew hoseok’s kinks without evening having to ask him.

hoseok felt yoongi’s fingers in his hair tighten once more and then tug, pulling him slowly off his length and then pushing him back down, repeating this as he wished. he felt his head getting fuzzy and his cock throbbing between his legs.

“close.” jungkook moaned, struggling to get that simple word out, his hips speeding up and the grip on hoseok’s shoulder getting almost too tight and attaching his lips to hoseok’s neck, not even caring about the reckless marks he was putting on his hyung.

hoseok felt his hands get covered in jungkook’s cum and smiled at the small moans coming from jungkook as he calmed down from his high.

“thanks hyung.” jungkook whispered and placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder and then stood and sat back down on the couch to just watch the rest of the show.

“what did i say?” yoongi growled, shoving his cock into hoseok’s mouth as far as it would go, watching his eyes go wide and struggle to not gag on his cock.

hoseok sputtered, drool gathering around his lips and spilling onto the ground below him and tears welling in his eyes. but he kept yoongi’s length in his mouth even trying to deep throat the man. he looked up at yoongi through his wet eyelashes and whimpered, seeing the man turn into absolute putty for him.

“shit. you’re so fucking pretty.” yoongi groaned, fingers gripping hoseok’s hair tight and cumming down his throat, cock throbbing in his mouth at the whimpers emanating from hoseok’s mouth as he climaxed.

hoseok curled his fingers into the carpet and tugged, his eyes shut tight as tears streamed down his cheeks and a mixture of drool and cum slipped from his lips as yoongi pulled his cock out of his mouth. he took a big breath for the first time in a bit and looked up at yoongi. he must have looked like an absolute mess.

“god i want to ruin him.” jimin growled. his voice going lower than it does when he’s angry. the voice he uses before he’s about to absolutely destroy one of them and hoseok couldn’t wait. “give him to me.” he spoke and suddenly he was being lifted and then sat directly in front of jimin. normally he wouldn’t let the younger talk to him like that, wouldn’t take his orders, but right now he didn’t give a shit.

jimin spread his legs farther apart and leaned forward, inches from hoseok’s face and smirked. “you’re a mess.” he commented, his finger going under hoseok’s chin to lift his head higher. “open.” he tapped hoseok’s cheek with his finger gently, seeing the brief confusion in his eyes before doing as told.

everyone was shocked when jimin leaned closer to hoseok and straight up spit in his mouth, quickly shutting hoseok’s mouth and growling at him to “fucking swallow it.”

hoseok moaned as he swallowed, tasting a mix of the soda that jimin had had earlier and the lip balm he always seemed to taste like, it was oddly intoxicating to him. he heard the other members muttering quietly around them, but his head was so fuzzy that he couldn’t make any actual words out.

jimin had almost expected to hoseok to stand up and scold him for doing such a thing but his eyes wide went when hoseok swirled his tongue in his mouth and then opened again, waiting for him to spit in his mouth again. he couldn’t even fully register the ‘holy shit’ and ‘what the fuck’ that came from the other members because it was just so fucking arousing.

jimin eventually snapped out of it and smirked, getting right back into it. tugging hoseok’s head back further by his hair and spitting into his mouth again, letting him quickly swallow it and smiling up at the younger.

“i’m close wanna help?” jimin moaned leaning back against the couch and jerking his cock off at the absolute sight of hoseok and the fact he actually got to spit in his mouth not just once, twice.

hoseok nodded and scooted closer to the couch and mouthing at jimin’s shaft, placing gentle kisses along the side of it, trying to get jimin to move his hand so he could suck him off, but he wasn’t letting that happen.

“im gonna cum on your face ok baby?” jimin panted, his back rising off the couch, trying to ignore the obscene things taehyung was whispering in his ear, trying to focus solely on hoseok in front of him, on his knees and mouth opening practically begging for his cock.

“make him a fucking mess hyung,” was the only coherent thing jimin could make out before he was moaning loudly and releasing onto hoseok’s face, hair, and chest.

hoseok quickly closed his eyes and listened, only opening them when he felt taehyung gently wipe any cum out of his eyes, and licking around his mouth and swallowing any cum he could and smiling up at jimin, only receiving a groan in return.

“my turn.” seokjin said, helping hoseok to his feet quickly and tugging him over to his seat on the couch. “should have gone first anyway.” he grumbled, an argument he used for literally anything. “such a mess baby.” he commented, pulling hoseok onto his lap, their cocks brushing against each other making hoseok whimper, desperate for any touch he could get at this point.

hoseok heard rustling behind him but seokjin wouldn’t let him look behind him. he watched seokjin reach down between them and swirl his fingertip ever so gently across the head of his cock, watching hoseok moan loudly and lean forward on his shoulder and start panting and attempting to close his legs. “please.” hoseok quietly whimpered.

“be patient love.” seokjin chuckled in his ear, forcing him to sit back up right, receiving a whine in protest, watching taehyung over his shoulder quietly lube up his fingers and kneel behind hoseok.

“rub your cock against mine ok?” seokjin requested his voice going soft like it always was, his dominant side faltering for a moment.

hoseok nodded and shifted his hips forward, the movements jerky and uncoordinated for him, heavy breathing coming from his parted lips as he struggled to hold himself up with his hands cuffed behind his back.

taehyung slowly circled hoseok’s rim with his index finger, hearing a surprised squeal coming from the elder when he first touched him, making him chuckle a little, then resuming to push the digit inside hoseok.

hoseok lost his balance again and leaned on seokjin’s shoulder, heavily breathing as he felt taehyung’s finger push him open ever so slightly so he could add another digit to stretch him further. “can’t.” he whined, yanking at the cuffs behind him wanting his arms to be cuffed in front of him so he could at least catch himself before he fell.

“here baby.” namjoon said, quickly uncuffing him, bringing his hands around to the front of his torso and then recuffing him, all in a matter of moments.

hoseok placed his hands on seokjin’s stomach, able to hold himself up now. he felt another digit being slowly pushed inside him as he rocked his hips to rut his cock against seokjin’s, the teasing having made his cock slick and slippery with precum. he struggled to keep a decent and consistent rhythm of rolling his hips like seokjin wanted him to.

“i-i can’t!” hoseok panted, shaking his head and whining at the feeling of not getting pleasure and at the burn in his thighs.

seokjin smiled and wrapped a hand gently around hoseok’s neck, barely applying pressure. “yes you can doll.” seokjin drawled ever so slightly tightening his grip, making hoseok whine louder. “i know you can.” he encouraged, feeling hoseok’s cock start to rut against his again, the pace slow and obviously tired.

“your hole is so pretty baby.” taehyung spoke up, pushing a third finger into hoseok, hearing a stuttered whimper come from him. taehyung leaned forward and kissed hoseok’s cheek gently, sending his hips forward with a jerk as he hadn’t expected it.

hoseok was lightheaded again, the feeling of taehyung fingering him and seokjin’s hand around his neck and his cock rubbing against his own made his head spin. he was spacing out when seokjin tightened his grip on his neck getting his attention again. “again.” hoseok whispered, doing his best to speed up his hips.

“what?” seokjin was just a tad confused, he had never tried to choke hoseok or even ask him if that was ok for him to do to him.

“choke me please sir.” hoseok begged, his eyes wide and cock throbbing at the thought of seokjin choking him til he almost passed out.

seokjin didn’t need to ask him again, he tightened his grip and rolled his hips as much as he could with hoseok atop him and groaned, getting even closer when he heard hoseok gasping for air. seokjin released his grip for a few seconds, letting hoseok catch his breath and then repeating it, bringing hoseok closer and closer to his edge.

seeing hoseok with his hand around his neck and gasping for air as he desperately rutted his cock against his own was enough to bring seokjin close to his own orgasm, especially after being teased with the show of hoseok choking on yoongi and jimin’s cocks. he was quick to cum with a quiet groan as his grip on hoseok’s neck loosened and his cum slicked up hoseok’s cock even more.

“please i need to cum.” hoseok managed to get out when seokjin let his neck go for a second to catch his breath after cumming. “please sir please.” he pleaded, his cock was bright red and twitching anytime something touches it.

seokjin nodded and quickly wrapped his hand around hoseok’s cock, his other hand beginning to gently retighten around his neck. the only sound being the moans coming from hoseok’s lips and the signature obscene squelch of cum against skin.

taehyung took this chance to push his fingers directly against hoseok’s prostate, sending hoseok forward and leaning against seokjin’s chest, high pitch whines and moans coming from his hyung.

“fuck!” hoseok cursed, his back arching and pushing his ass back against taehyung’s fingers, wanting him to absolutely wreck him. “please!” hoseok pleaded, lips brushing against seokjin’s skin, licking up any cum he could reach on the elder’s torso.

“sit up.” seokjin growled, grabbing hoseok by the throat and straightening him back up and gripping his neck tighter again, smirking at the quick look of fear in hoseok’s and watching it quickly switch to pure pleasure.

“do not cum.” namjoon instructed hoseok, hearing a loud whine in response as he pushed his ass back against taehyung’s fingers, essentially fucking himself on them, and leaning into seokjin’s grasp.

“please please please. i’ve been good.” hoseok felt the heat in his lower stomach begin to build quickly and he panted, looking at seokjin to silently convince him to let him cum. “please let me cum, please.” he whined as seokjin tightened his grip on his cock and that lightheaded feeling intensifying everything, his cock began to spurt out cum against his will. he moaned loudly and sighed blissfully as the high began to wear off.

hoseok panted as he laid on seokjin’s chest calming down from his climax. “i’m sor-“ he had begun his apology when taehyung had yanked him off seokjin’s lap by his hair, sending him to the floor with a soft thud.

hoseok stared at the ceiling as he heard taehyung’s scolding him but he was in post climax fuzzy mode and nothing made sense again. until taehyung slapped his cock did hoseok snap back into reality. “fuck!” hoseok shouted, rolling onto his side to get him away from taehyung a bit, only to have his shaft slapped again for trying to tilt away from his punishment.

“joon said no cumming.” taehyung growled, looming over hoseok, only beginning to stand down when namjoon put a hand on his shoulder to try to calm him. taehyung stepped back as namjoon approached hoseok.

“i’m sorry daddy.” hoseok whimpered, feeling namjoon gently pet his head and sit him up.

namjoon smiled down at him, he wasn’t even mad, he knew hoseok was going to cum, whether he had said he could or not. “it’s alright doll.”

hoseok smiled back and watched namjoon step back and taehyung step back in front of him again. taehyung bent down to his level and smirked, he was up to no good, as usual.

“what should i do with you?” taehyung pondered aloud. “should i have you choke on my cock or ride my thigh and jerk me off at the same time?” hoseok was hoping for the first choice because his thighs were on fire right now, as much as he would love to ride taehyung’s thigh.

“cock please.” hoseok got on his knees and crawled to taehyung and then opening his mouth, wanting to entice him into the first option. “please tae.” hoseok whine giving him his begging look that he almost always fell for, watching the man turn into putty for him.

“fuck.” taehyung groaned and collapsed back onto the couch and spread his legs, letting hoseok slot himself between them and quickly take his cock into his mouth.

hoseok had to work more to fit all that he could of taehyung in his mouth, he was wider than the others and hoseok could feel taehyung’s shaft pushing his tongue down to make room to fit inside him. hoseok moaned around his cock, hearing taehyung groan loudly above him and gently place his hand on his head, trying to resist the urge to pull hoseok’s hair like yoongi did.

“pull his hair. don’t be shy.” yoongi chuckled from across the room, genuinely surprised the younger was holding back with hoseok especially after he literally slapped his cock a couple moments ago.

“slut can take it.” jimin added, whispering into taehyung’s ear to tease him like the other had done to him. “don’t you want to hear him choke on your fat cock?” he chuckled, pressing his lips against taehyung’s neck and gently nipping at him, hearing the younger groan and then the telltale sign of hoseok choking.

the hand in hoseok’s hair tightened and he felt taehyung’s cock push farther into his mouth and seemingly into his throat as he struggled to breath around him, spit pooling up in his mouth and spilling out around his lips. he was sure to make an absolute mess of the floor beneath him.

hoseok whimpered on his shaft and heard taehyung moan above him, looking up at him through his wet eyelashes and seeing taehyung clenching his jaw tightly to keep himself from cumming. hoseok wasn’t having any of that and he swallowed around taehyung’s shaft feeling it shift on his tongue and push farther into his throat, feeling the muscle restrict around taehyung and his eyes welled up with more tears.

“god damn.” taehyung growled, his voice raspy and low and his gripped hoseok’s hair tight and holding him down as he reached his high.

hoseok held back his choking as much as he could as he quickly swallowed the load of hot cum in his mouth. coughing a little as he caught his breath when taehyung released his hair.

“did so good baby.” taehyung panted out the praise, not even looking at the elder as he blindly petted his head. hearing that beautiful giggle come out hoseok’s mouth at the praise and clumsy petting.

hoseok felt himself being lifted up, assumingly by jungkook judging by the tattooed arm he saw and was sat in front of namjoon gently and he gently curled his fingers into carpet in anticipation.

“you doing alright?” namjoon asked him reaching down to gently caress his cheek.

“mhm.” hoseok smiled up at him, watching namjoon reach down and gently pulling hoseok to a standing position, positioning hoseok between his legs.

“throat hurting? you don’t need to suck me off.” namjoon double check, always checking in on them and it made hoseok smile.

“i can suck you off if you want, i don’t mind.” hoseok was about to get back on his knees to do exactly that when namjoon pulled him onto his lap shaking his head.

“no baby you’ve been so good tonight. let daddy help you.” namjoon praised making hoseok blush, it not being too visible in the dim lit room. then taking hoseok’s still cuffed hands and wrapping one around both of their cocks, as much as it could, placing his own on top of hoseok’s and jerking them both off slowly.

hoseok whimpered, his thighs shaking at the pleasure, feeling his cock stiffen again at being touched once more. “can’t cum again.” he whined, biting his bottom lip roughly, seeing namjoon smirk across from him.

“you can baby.” namjoon said, his grip tightening around them both and picking up speed. “and you will.” he growled, completely satisfied with the moan that came out of hoseok’s mouth from being told that.

“fuck~” hoseok gasped, his back arching into the air and free hand balling into a fist. the fire in his groin growing by the microsecond and burning hotter anytime namjoon spoke to him.

“come on doll.” namjoon encouraged, his thighs tensing and nails digging into the flesh on hoseok’s thigh, hearing the elders quiet whimpers from it. “cum for daddy, baby.” he groaned his orgasm overcoming him and releasing onto their hands and cock, adding to the mess on hoseok.

hoseok whimpered feeling namjoon release his cock and wrap tighter around his, his pace increasing tenfold as the sound of cum rubbing against skin started echoing in the room along with his moans. his thighs burned, his cock ached and his wrists were sore from the metal digging into his flesh.

“my pretty baby.” namjoon praised, reaching up and carding his fingers through hoseok’s hair, letting his hand gently glide down his entire body, watching the way hoseok’s body reacted to his touch. “come on baby, cum for me.”

hoseok panted, leaning forward to rest his head on namjoon’s broad shoulder to support himself. “ah~!” hoseok moaned, his cock spurting out a pitifully small amount of cum onto namjoon’s hand, his mind going fuzzy for seemingly the dozenth time tonight.

once he came down from his climax hoseok fully felt the ache of his thighs, the soreness of his wrists and the stickiness of the cum. he leaned back off of namjoon and winced at the handcuffs digging in.

namjoon quickly realized what was up and quickly unlocked him, rubbing his wrists gently to try to make it feel better. “you ok?” he checked in and hoseok smiled.

“fine joon, don’t worry.” hoseok grinned and climbed off namjoon’s lap, staggering just a smidge when his thighs shook as he stood.

“as much as i would love to go for round two, my back hurts.” yoongi complained, leaning back to stretch himself out like he always does.

“same.” jungkook added, but still standing anyway and picking up hoseok and carrying him to the bathroom so he could shower.

before jungkook left the room he pulled hoseok back against his chest. “next time i wanna handcuff you to the bed and rail you into next week, baby.” he growled into his ear, nipping his neck gently and sending shivers down hoseok’s body.