"I c-cant take it!" | jhs
pairing: sub!hoseok x gn!reader | wc: 746
genre/au: idol!au, established relationship, fluff and smut | warnings: he puts a considerate amount of time into picking those songs to put on his insta story, hobi leg appreciation, usage of baby boy and pup/puppy, he cant lie for the life of him, whining, handjob, begging, and overstimulation (hobi cries a little bit), there are more implied sexual acts at the end
summary: your admiration for your sweet little hubby's legs end in you giving him a mind numbing handjob.
a/n: this is my first piece in like 2 years so please cut me some slack im a little rusty LMFAO. i really want to continue more of this submissive bts agenda its so addicting.
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As you walked up the stairs of your shared home with your husband of 3 years, a variety of music reached your ears, none lasting more than 30 seconds before getting changed. Reaching and opening the door to your bedroom to see your husband sprawled out in nothing but a hoodie and boxers, you asked a simple "Whatcha doin?" as you took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Yoongi Hyung made these wooden whales. I'm trying to figure out which song would go well with them," he huffed.
"Oh yeah?" you replied, distracted, as you stared at his legs. Have they always been this shiny? Did he just shave? You pondered, not realizing how lewdly your hands had felt up on Hobi's legs until he slid his legs up and, with a nervous giggle, asked, "Okay, now what are YOU doing?"
You smiled at him and softly replied, "Sorry babe, I didn't even notice." You decide to give him a big ol kiss as compensation. You climb up closer to his closed thighs and can't help but notice his resistance to opening them. An even softer, "You okay, baby boy?" left your mouth in slight concern.
As he made eye contact with you, not only did it look quite forced, but it was quickly contradicted by a huge smile that broke out on his face that he quickly tried to suppress. An unsure "Yeah, I'm fine" hastily left his mouth.
You sighed, "Hope, you do know that lying is not your forte, right?"
"I'm not lying!" he claims, with the same face and a soft pout.
"Then what are you hiding?" You press and with bright red cheeks, he spreads his legs to reveal his leaking cock straining against the restrictive piece of cloth. You cooed at him and palmed his print, letting him whimper out loud as his hips bucked up against your hand. You explained to him as he nodded along to your words, "You don't have to hesitate to tell me when you need me. I'm perfectly fine with taking care of you love."
"Y/n please do something, it hurts," he begged.
"Damn, who knew touching your legs would've made you this needy?" you teased as you dipped your hands into his boxers to pull out his cock.
The tip is bright red and leaking precum all over, and as you go to cup his swollen balls, he gently kicks his legs out and whines loudly, "Y/n just stop teasing and let me cum already. It's not fair."
Oh? "Since when did you make the rules puppy?" You spit out as you wrap one hand around the base of his cock and rub the open palm of your other hand on his sensitive tip in fast, tight circles.
You get an immediate reaction from him, "Shit shit shit, Y/n wait!" His back arches off the bed as he tries to keep up, even attempting to close his legs around your hands.
A stern, "Look at me," leaves your lips and it has your baby's tear-filled eyes struggling not to roll back and make eye contact with you. "Open." Was all you had to say before his shaking thighs reluctantly separated.
"P-please, I c-cant take it!" he pleaded.
"But you haven't cum yet, puppy?" you questioned before continuing your onslaught on his weeping cock. "You seem so close though, I know you are."
"Mmm y-yes m' so close," he slurred out as tears cascaded down his face.
"Come on, pup, you can do it, cum for me," you coaxed as you removed your palm from his tip and just pumped his cock. A loud sob that echoed throughout the room turned into a silent scream as your husband arched his back in such a pornographic way with shut eyes and fists clenched in the sheets, you didn't even notice the ropes of cum reaching the bottom of his chin. He was beautiful.
A new round of tears welled up in his eyes as you never stopped pumping his softening cock and weakly shut his legs again, but this time you simply let him. You whispered sweet nothings in his ear as he came down from the high, patting the bottom of his thigh before getting up and coming back with a washcloth in hand to clean up.
After gently wiping him down, he laid there blissed out in just a hoodie, quietly staring at you, waiting for you to come back to bed.
"You know Whalien 52 would be the perfect song for your story, hobi."
"Y/n, did you cum?"
"Oh."