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It was without a doubt a sign of how well their relationship worked that Taehyung even felt comfortable enough to bring it up. Some of his more... unusual fantasies.
“Spanking?” Hoseok looked at him curiously, his eyes involuntarily wandering to Taehyung’s butt. “Like, roleplay? Do you want me to punish you for being a bad boy?” He grinned, obviously amused, but there was a tiny, mean streak to it. Exactly why Taehyung thought Hoseok might want to try as well.
“I mean, yeah. Or not, I don’t really care. I just like... uhm...” He looked away, suddenly flustered. He had never admitted it, his whole sex life so far had been exclusively vanilla. Not that he had minded that much, and he had never gotten the impression any of his previous partners had any interest in trying something new. But Hoseok... sometimes, he got incredibly intense, staring at him almost down to his soul and it often ended in pounding Taehyung through the mattress until he caught himself and slowed down. So there was a spark that made Taehyung at least confident enough to share a bit of his most secret fantasies.
“I like the humiliation. Being bent over, getting undressed, giving up control...” His voice had turned quieter with every word, carefully glancing at his boyfriend’s reaction.
Hoseok only frowned, and Taehyung immediately felt his heartbeat pick up, no matter how inappropriate it was at that moment. It was the exact face that had made him want to bring it up in the first place.
“You never said anything. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“So you want to try?” Taehyung asked, trying his hardest to keep his excitement out of his voice.
“I mean, yeah, I think I can. Why not? I have never thought about it, but I can see the appeal.” He shrugged, before he grabbed Taehyung’s hand, rubbing his thumb over it. “But... did you think I would make fun of you? You can always tell me what goes through your mind, Taehyung-ah.”
Taehyung smiled and nudged Hoseok’s chin up to kiss him softly. “The fact that I’m telling you this at all means that I trust you so much, hyung. I... didn’t mind, what we were doing so far. I never tried anything else. I just thought... I could ask.”
You make me feel safe hung unspoken in the air, and Hoseok’s lip trembled suspiciously. Taehyung knew if Hoseok started to cry he would as well, so he quickly put a stop to it with another kiss. And another. And maybe they had to postpone their discussion about further details for a while.
Their first attempt... was a complete fail. Hoseok didn’t dare to hit hard enough, and Taehyung couldn’t feel humiliated since he was too busy trying to convince Hoseok that he could take it. It did get better though, with time and practice, figuring out what they liked best (hands, belts), what was a complete no-go (paddles) and how to do it (not an actual roleplay, just... a bit of an illusion).
So when Taehyung came home from work, drowsy from napping in the subway, and he noticed Hoseok sitting there, waiting for him... he immediately perked up and threw his bag and jacket away.
“You’re late,” Hoseok said, with a mean lilt to his voice that made Taehyung shiver all over.
“Yes. Sorry.”
“Kneel down.” Hoseok grabbed Taehyung’s arm and pushed him over to the couch, and Taehyung only took his time to quickly take his suit jacket off before he kneeled in the corner, pushing his ass out.
The first hit came completely out of nowhere, Hoseok’s hand landing hard on his butt and he winced from the impact, barely able to take his breath before a few more rained down. It sounded awfully loud in their quiet apartment, only interrupted by his suppressed whimpers. Hoseok stopped after a few more, tapping Taehyung’s butt.
“Take that off.”
Taehyung quickly followed the command. They always used the little pauses to assess the situation, since they didn’t like to talk much. Taehyung had told Hoseok right from the beginning that he didn’t want to use a safeword, he would make some noise if it was getting too much and Hoseok had started to leave him a little air to breathe in case he wanted to call it off. As it happened... Taehyung had barely ever used that.
He heard Hoseok remove his belt while Taehyung quickly ripped his pants and underwear down. His butt was already stinging, but he could barely hide his excitement when he saw what waited for him. Kneeling back down he pushed his butt out.
Hoseok touched him softly with the belt, which made Taehyung flinch back from the sudden, cold feeling. His breath was getting faster, and he grabbed the couch in a death grip when the first hit connected. He gasped, the pain much more intense than a hand, but Hoseok didn’t stop and let the hits fall down in rapid succession. Each one burned on Taehyung’s skin, barely able to focus on the burning pain before the next one hit.
The last one was especially hard, his whole body moved forward from the force when Hoseok grabbed him by the hips and pulled him back, his other hand probing his hole. Taehyung was shivering, the need to soothe his abused skin almost overwhelming but Hoseok didn’t let go. Instead, he slipped his fingers in, for a short moment. He only did it for his own peace of mind. Taehyung had told him over and over that he didn’t mind the sting if they didn’t prep, as long as he wasn’t hurt. But Hoseok wanted to check, which in return made Taehyung’s suffering even worse because it dragged out the inevitable.
When Hoseok finally moved back, he hit Taehyung one last time. He groaned, burying his face in his arms, resisting the urge to touch the red skin. It only took a second before he felt Hoseok’s hands again, and without so much as a warning he plunged his dick in, setting a fast and hard pace right from the beginning. He grabbed Taehyung’s hair, pulling him back until his neck was straining.
“Hm?” Hoseok said, pounding into him with loud smacks. Taehyung couldn’t have answered if he had wanted to, he only gurgled and tried to breathe in the uncomfortable position. Hoseok let him go shortly after and pulled out, dragging Taehyung by his ankle into a lying position before he immediately hit him again with the belt. The short reprieve made the pain surge through him like a knife, all the way up his spine until it felt white hot in his whole body and he bit a pillow to stop himself from screaming. He involuntarily flinched away from every hit, but they were getting more dragged out, though not less hard. It made each one even worse.
“Come here,” Hoseok said, pulling Taehyung closer before he fucked into him again, leaning his whole body weight on him. Taehyung grunted, he felt as if he was swallowed by the couch, barely able to breathe. He was wheezing softly, focusing on the short spurts of pain every time Hoseok’s body slammed into him. It was freeing in a way, making sure all other thoughts were vanished out of his brain.
A few moments later Hoseok’s movements slowed down and he pulled out, pushing Taehyung over until he was lying on the side. He hit him again with his hand, two, three times. At this point Taehyung started whimpering, tears pooling in his eyes, but he wasn’t ready to stop yet. So he pushed his butt out a little more and promptly got another slap, on his cheek, on his thighs, making him jump each time.
Hoseok pulled Taehyung’s cheeks apart, his grip hard and uncaring. He spit on Taehyung and it was the last straw to make his tears boil over.
“Taehyung?” Hoseok asked, but he didn’t let go. Good.
“Fine,” he mumbled between hiccups, and it was all the confirmation Hoseok needed before he leaned over and fucked into Taehyung again.
The sting was starting to border on painful, a bit too dry, too hard, too tight. Taehyung grit his teeth, his fingers dug deep into the couch cushion. Hoseok pulled Taehyung’s leg to the side, going even deeper, his fast movements shaking Taehyung’s spine.
When Hoseok started to pant, Taehyung knew it wouldn’t take long anymore. He opened his mouth, gasping against the pillow, until he drooled onto it. He wasn’t sure how long they had been going for, only that his butt was almost numb, that it would hurt deliciously the next day and that he only had to lie there and take it, no thoughts no actions, just an obedient hole for Hoseok to fuck.
Hoseok’s movements became erratic, before he pulled out and jerked himself off, right over Taehyung’s butt and hips. He sighed when he shook the last drops off, turning Taehyung on his back. He probably looked a mess, tears and saliva smeared all over his face, but Hoseok looked at him with way too much fondness in his eyes.
“You okay?” he asked, and Taehyung nodded, shivering softly. He felt tired to the bones and didn’t protest when Hoseok pulled him up to hobble with him to the bathroom. Hoseok pulled him into his lap until the tub was full, humming and rocking him, pressing tiny kisses all over his shoulders and neck.
“So pretty, you’ve done so well,” he mumbled, and Taehyung leaned his head back with a sigh and let it wash over him. He felt safe. He always did.
“Hyung,” Taehyung said when Hoseok had finally put him into the tub. “Come here please.” He held his hands out, pouting with his cutest eyes and even though he knew Hoseok wasn’t the biggest fan of sharing the tub he only rolled his eyes and dutifully took off his clothes.
“You’re insufferable,” Hoseok said, but slid in behind Taehyung nonetheless, only huffing a little when the water swapped over.
“I’ll clean it up later, hyung,” Taehyung said, already getting cozy on Hoseok’s chest. “I promise.”
“Whatever. How do you feel?”
“Perfect,” Taehyung mumbled, rubbing his cheek against Hoseok and it barely took him a minute before he fell asleep.