Hoseok called Taehyung, he felt he was most likely to carry some, just in case. "You're still up?" Taehyung asked, voice groggy from sleep. "Uh, yeah, ha. Listen, I was wondering if you happened to bring any condoms with you, kinda have a situation." Hoseok felt his cheeks get hot as he spoke, and rested against the bathroom counter. "Uhh...I think so?" There was shuffling from the other end of the phone, and Hoseok waited impatiently. "And, I think Jimin's in subspace and I don't know what to really do, it's kind of my first time topping anyone..." Hoseok told Taehyung, hoping he wasn't going back to sleep. "Alright, I found some. You're coming to get them, and I'm going back to bed." Taehyung told him. Hoseok awkwardly hung up, and grabbed his pajama shorts and shirt. "Oh, Jimin," He rushed over when he saw Jimin crying, and his heart thumped loudly in his chest. "What's wrong?" He gently got Jimin to sit up, and they sniffled. "M-mi- you left..." Jimin whimpered and looked into Hoseok's eyes, their vision clouded.

"Baby, I have to go get something from Taehyung, to keep us safe. It won't take long, I'll be right back." Hoseok kissed their cheeks and face, and Jimin calmed down a bit. "But," "I'll be right back, my love." Hoseok kissed Jimin's lips, and he wanted so badly to stay. He pulled back, and Jimin nodded their head, closing their eyes. Hoseok quickly got dressed, and hurried to Taehyung's hotel room.

Taehyung opened the door and handed Hoseok two blue packages. "Get some sleep." Taehyung told him, and Hoseok thanked him before the door closed and Hoseok was back to his own room.

"I'm back, baby." Hoseok made sure the door locked, and turned around. Jimin was on their stomach again, and one hand reached back to their ass, between their thighs. Small moans were diluted into the bed, and Hoseok smiled. He stripped his clothes and gently took hold of Jimin's hand. Jimin grunted softly and turned on their back, to see Hoseok smiling at him. "Got excited?" Hoseok asked, kissing Jimin's lips. Jimin whined, and Hoseok got back between their legs.

Jimin had taken their shirt off, and Hoseok wasn't sure if he should cover them back up or not. He tried not to give the area too much attention, and skipped over it as he kissed his way down to Jimin's pelvis. "My beautiful angel," Hoseok went down to Jimin's thighs, and gave them more kisses. "My loving, selfless prince." Jimin moaned happily, a small smile forming on their face. Hoseok swiftly grabbed a condom and covered his cock with it, still making sure to keep contact with Jimin. "Hoseokie," Jimin called him quietly, and Hoseok perked up. "Want you, here..." Hoseok followed Jimin's hands, and watched carefully as they started to play with their nippes with one hand, and fondle their right breast with their right hand. Hoseok leaned up, and kissed over Jimin's hands. He didn't want to cross any boundaries.

"Hoseok hyung," Jimin was now lighter, in subspace, and grabbed Hoseok's hands. "Please- it's okay, you can..." They replaced their hands with Hoseok's, and helped move his hands over their chest. "Your hands feel better." Jimin told him, looking into his eyes as they formed a grip on their breasts, and let out a little moan. "Baby, you're going to drive me crazy." Hoseok sighed and brought his face between their small breasts, releasing one hand to hold himself up. "Well, you've been driving me crazy for an hour now, it's only fair." Jimin told him, letting their own hands go, so only Hoseok's hand was on their left side. "Oh, I'm sorry." Hoseok breathed against Jimin's skin, smelling and tasting them with each one. Jimin brought their hips up, and rubbed their pussy over Hoseok's cock, lightly.

"Come on, please~ Are you scared or something?" Jimin asked, their eyes clearing a bit. "No, baby, I just don't want to-" "For fucks sake," Jimin whined and moved Hoseok's hands off of them, and they sat up. "For some really confident guys on stage, you guys are really just so scared of intimacy." They huffed out, rubbing their eyes and looking up to Hoseok. "Come on, Jiminie, you can't just expect us to go right in every time, we're all still getting used to this." Hoseok moved closer, and grabbed Jimin's chin gently. "Then maybe you should get used to faster." Jimin told him.

Hoseok grabbed Jimin's hands and pulled them above their head, pinning them to the headboard of the hotel bed with one hand. "You mean like this?" He asked, using his other hand to force apart Jimin's legs and angle himself at Jimin's entrance. Jimin felt his tip sinking in, but nothing more. "F-fuck," Jimin gulped, looking down at their position. Their hips grinded down, getting friction on their pussy before Hoseok pulled away. He let Jimin's hands go for a second, then grabbed them by the ankles and yanked them forward. "I-" Jimin blushed as they fell speechless. They couldn't even meet Hoseok's eyes before Hoseok flipped Jimin by their waist, and pushed a knee between Jimin's legs. Jimin automatically spread them, and then felt Hoseok's cock press against their pussy, and his hand wrap around the front of their throat as he whispered in Jimin's ear, "Is this better for you, whore?"

Jimin's eyes rolled back with a shaky moan, collapsing into the bed and Hoseok's hold. "This is what you wanted, right?" Jimin realized they had let out something different in Hoseok, something different they haven't experienced before. Hoseok's voice was deep, almost like someone else. The way he was so caring just a while ago, and now manhandling them into their place, which was trapped and vulnerable between Hoseok and another solid surface. "You want to be fucked like this, having no where else to go. I bet Jungkook and Taehyung-ah forced you to take them, didn't they? They have you like this, pinned down like their pet?" Hoseok's tip dipped back into Jimin's pussy, warning them. Jimin's body shuddered, their mind blanking at Hoseok's words. They hadn't imagined Hoseok to use such language, but now that he was, Jimin was speechless.

"I bet they did." Hoseok started moving his hips forward, slowly opening up Jimin and they moaned out loudly, not having anything to shy away in. "Shut it, you asked for it, Jimin." Hoseok kissed Jimin's neck and pushed deeper into them, and Jimin tried to close their legs, surprised and shocked at how Hoseok felt. They didn't know how, or why, but Jimin felt as though they could cum any second; if Hoseok asked, it was going to happen immediately.

"You need to get used to this, being put in your place. You're such a brat, begging and teasing us so often, and whenever we try to do something, all you can do is hide that pretty face from us." Hoseok wasn't quite choking Jimin, rather, it was just a place for Hoseok to make sure he had Jimin under control. "You're mine, aren't you, though?" Hoseok felt himself bottoming out, and was satisfied that Jimin was taking him well. "Look how easy your body takes me, baby, you're already so full of me." Hoseok growled when Jimin tightened around him, and jerked his hips forward into Jimin. Jimin choked on a moan, having small troubles breathing due to their state. "That's right," Hoseok kept his face close to Jimin's, and slowly pulled his hips back. Jimin cried out weakly, tears forming in their eyes. "Go on, baby, you can take it." He started slowly thrusting, feeling each pathetic throb of pleasure from inside of Jimin. "Hyung-" "My name, Park." Hoseok cut them off.

"Hoseok!" Jimin moaned louder, not caring if anyone heard; they wanted someone to, deep down. "That's it, again." Hoseok pushed back in, filling Jimin up with his cock. "H-oseok!" Jimin cried out, moaning pathetically while Hoseok moved in and out, starting an even pace. "There you go- see, it isn't that hard, Jimin. All you have to do is let everyone know who you belong to." Hoseok bit on Jimin's shoulder, marking his property. Jimin gasped, feeling their body tremble when Hoseok thrusted against a certain spot, and their body felt lighter than a feather. "Who do you belong to?" Hoseok asked, keeping that angle, knowing exactly what he was doing. Jimin couldn't respond, their pussy was dripping with slick now, making it easier for Hoseok to move. They could feel it, pressure building up in their lower stomach and slowly, they were losing feeling in their legs. "I said, who do you belong to, Park Jimin?" Hoseok asked more firmly, thrusting in and hitting Jimin's g-spot for the very first time.

"AAH!" Jimin let out a loud sob, everything disappearing for a moment and they had trouble returning to reality. "Who is it, Jimin?" Hoseok thrusted again, feeling his own orgasm building up. "B-belong to you, Hoseok!" The poor boy cried, every part of them shaking and vibrating. "Louder." Hoseok growled, biting on Jimin's earlobe while he picked up his pace, feeling Jimin's pussy loose enough to do so. Jimin collapsed all over again, and it allowed Hoseok to go faster.

Suddenly, Hoseok's phone started to ring. They had woken someone up.

"Come on Jimin, don't be a pathetic bitch." Hoseok started panting in Jimin's ear, pulling out almost completely and pushing in as much as he could, and quickly. Jimin let out a small scream. "Tell them who you belong to, who's making you feel this good?" Jimin opened their eyes, but they could barely see straight. Their body slid up and down with each hard thrust of their boyfriend, and Jimin couldn't bring their eyes to focus on anything, no matter how hard they tried.

Hoseok's phone stopped ringing, and there was hard knocking on the door. Hoseok and Jimin wanted to care, but they couldn't. The elder just laughed breathlessly, and Jimin's ass bounced against Hoseok's thighs, the room now becoming louder. The pretty sounds of Jimin's pussy taking cock turned Hoseok on more, and only motivated him to go faster. Jimin felt as though they might pass out.

"I belong to Hoseok!" Jimin finally shouted, and Hoseok felt Jimin get tighter and tighter around his cock. "That's right, Jimin." Hoseok edged them, and Jimin felt as though their soul was leaving their body as their orgasm ripped through them, taking all of their energy and all of their consciousness. "Good boy." Hoseok whispered, and fucked Jimin for a few more seconds until he was cumming deep inside of them. Hoseok could hear the person on the other side of the door talking, but neither of them could understand.

"That's it, pretty boy, you're doing it." Hoseok relaxed his grip on Jimin's neck, and slowed down his thrusts. Jimin's head immediately fell into the sheets of the bed, not having any energy to hold anything up themself.

After a few moments when Hoseok was paused inside of Jimin, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath, they started to hear the voice from the other side of the door.

"Excuse me, I'm so sorry to interrupt but this is Room Service, and we're getting calls from downstairs about the high noise level; if you could please keep a bit more quiet for the rest of the night, we would greatly appreciate it."