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Hoseok has no idea what is up with the older alpha. He has kept an eye on him throughout the concert, noticing how on edge Yoongi seems. Every time they’d come backstage, he’d snap at the other members or at the stylists. Hoseok is starting to feel on edge himself, his alpha telling him to do something about it.
He’s always been one to be more dominant in the group. His aura is stronger and darker, wanting to keep things in order. That is why he decided on being the pack alpha. Namjoon tended to band matters and he tended to pack matters. It worked well. It kept things balanced. Plus, less strain on their group leader.
When the concert comes to an end, they are ushered to the dressing rooms to remove any makeup and change clothes. Hoseok requests for the staff to let them be, to give them some privacy. They follow it, knowing it’s going to be needed. Hoseok closes the door to the room quietly, hoping not to drag any attention to it.
“For fuck sakes Jimin-ah, stop it.”
Hoseok sighs, his own limits being reached. He lifts a hand up, unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt as he goes to take a seat in one of the chairs. He pops his neck, a bit of relief as he settles on his task at hand.
“Yoongi.”
“No.”
“Min Yoongi,” he grits out, his voice leaking with dominance and raising an eyebrow to dare challenge him.
The older alpha comes to stand in front of him, hesitantly meeting his eyes. “Kneel.”
Yoongi gets down on his knees, still keeping his gaze locked with the pack alpha.
“What’s your deal today?”
“I’m sorry, alpha.”
Hoseok smirks, tilting his head to the side. “Oh, you will be. My little cock slut.”
The pack alpha grabs the older’s cheeks, running a thumb over his bottom lip. His lips fall open, pleading. Hoseok chuckles, darkly. “Go ahead, my love.”
Yoongi takes the digit into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. Hoseok watches as the older alpha’s body relaxes and his eyes gaze over. He watches him sink, giving up his own desire to be domineering and let himself be taken care of. Hoseok runs his fingers through the raven hair, pulling gently to earn a small gasp.
“Alpha…”
Hoseok hums, looking up to see the rest of their pack watching. His eyes land on their eldest hyung, who has his fingers digging into his thighs. Seokjin is trying his best from wanting to get involved. Hoseok gives him a look and watches the tension leave his body as he turns to gather the rest of their pack. He leads them out, shutting the door behind him.
“What do you need, Yoongi-ah?”
His full attention back on his hyung. He watches as the older man tries to gather his thoughts, blinking a few times. “Just wan’ to go back.”
Hoseok hums, gripping his hair a little harder. “Can you talk first?”
Yoongi nods, trying to clear his head and focus on his alpha. Hoseok spreads his own legs further apart, letting the submissive alpha lay his head against one of his thighs. “What was your deal today? What’s bothering you?”
Yoongi sighs.
“One of the other producers didn’t like what I sent in, and said it was too weak. Then, I messed up on my dancing during the concert. You saw it and didn’t look too pleased with me. I was being an ass to the staff. And our pack.. and you… and I’m sorry…” he trails off at the end and Hoseok realizes Yoongi is actually crying.
“Do I make bad music, alpha? I’m sorry I did bad. I should do better,” Yoongi sniffles, lifting a hand up to wipe the tears away. “I’m so pathetic. I’m crying over something so small. Some alpha I am.”
Hoseok lowers himself onto the floor, cupping the older alpha’s cheeks between his hands. “Look at me, baby.”
Yoongi nods, meeting Hoseok’s eyes with his own that are now red from crying.
“You are not pathetic just because you messed up on a track. You just fix it or ask for help. You are one of the best producers in the industry. If you are upset about something, you talk about it. You don’t lash out at our pack, okay?”
The older man nods again, more tears sliding down his face. “Okay, Alpha.”
Hoseok smiles, leaning in to capture his lips in a much needed kiss. Yoongi is quick to follow, holding onto the pack alpha’s shirt. When he parts to speak this time, their lips are still touching. “You are still getting your ass punished at the hotel.”
“Is daddy going to spank me?” Yoongi mumbles and Hoseok knows the older man is smirking without even looking.
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Yoongi knows he shouldn’t have said that, but he’s an ass. He deserves this punishment. He deserves being tied up, his hands above his head with a blindfold on. He’s been edged three times now? He thinks. Maybe four?
The blindfold is now soaked with his own tears and sweat, earning a smack to his thigh when he tries to move. “What did I say?”
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry,” he babbles out, struggling against his restraints. Hoseok chuckles, licking up the side of the older alpha’s dick.
“Then don’t be so naughty, baby.”
Hoseok runs his fingers up the side of Yoongi’s torso, coming to hover above him as he leans down to kiss him. It’s nasty, salvia running out and Hoseok is gripping onto his hair, pulling on it. His scalp is going to hurt tomorrow. (So so good.)
Hoseok brings his mouth to lick his scent gland, filling the room up with the wintergreen minty scent. The pack alpha hums, his own eyes flashing red as he presses more kisses down his throat. “Smell so good for me, huh? My little alpha slut. Do you want alpha to fuck your tight little hole now?”
“Please alpha… please,” Yoongi pleads, squeezing his legs together. “I want your knot.”
“Do you deserve it?”
Yoongi whines, his body arching into the pack alpha as he humps the air. Hoseok tsks, squeezing and twisting Yoongi’s right nipple. The older alpha lets out a broken moan.
“Did I say you could move?”
“N…no alpha.”
Hoseok smiles, moving to line himself up. He pushes in, immediately starting to thrust into the tight, inviting hole. “Fuck. Even after all of that stretching, you still feel so nice around me.”
Yoongi moans, wanting nothing more than to see his alpha but he knows he doesn’t deserve that privilege yet. Hoseok picks his speed up, being close to cumming himself. He hits Yoongi’s prostate head on, the deep grunts of pleasure leaving his little alpha’s mouth.
He leans down, reaching to untie the blindfold and throwing it to the side. Yoongi’s eyes are red from all of the crying of the intense pleasure and his pupils dilated. He kisses him, exploring that warm carven as he continues to fuck into him at a fast pace. As his knot starts to form, he pulls away long enough to ask one more time. “In you?”
Yoongi nods, kissing Hoseok again to feel him closer. Hoseok chuckles softly against his lips. When he finally cums, he moans into the alpha’s mouth. He unties Yoongi’s wrist, slowly fucking the knot into the older man. “Cum, baby. I know you are waiting for permission.”
Hoseok reaches down to stroke the older alpha a few times and earns a high pitch moan from him as he lets go. He moves them into a comfortable position while they wait for his knot to go down, locking them into place.
He runs his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, kissing the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”
“Mm.”
Hoseok smiles softly, wrapping an arm over his waist. “My pretty alpha.”
He watches as Yoongi’s cheeks still turn red. He runs a finger over his cheek. “I love you, Yoongi hyung.”
He hears a snort, although it could be considered fond. “You just rearranged my guts and belittled me then have the audacity to still call me hyung?”
Hoseok laughs, one of his bright ones. “Yes.”
“Brat.”
The pack alpha proceeds to smother the older with kisses, earning a groan from Yoongi. “Say it back.”
Some time later, once they are able to shower and clean up, Yoongi snuggles up close to his chest. He presses a kiss to his pack alpha’s chest, right above his heart beat. “I love you too, Hoba.”
Hoseok smiles, knowing that everything is going to be okay.