Beauty and the Boss | Private

[aominecchi]

Quite honestly, Hoseok deserved an endurance award for allowing Suga to do as he likes, with such easiness that it would be a shame to not be crowned a champion. Who else in their right mind would they let this beast get away with that? Definitely not Hoseok as evidence, or repeated scenes suggest. Though, he starts to feel slightly fed up by the treatment he is receiving. Sure, he was bought and brought over like an object, but it was the twenty first century and they lived in a liberal country as well, therefore, being a slave is as absurd as it sounds.

 

Only that within this mansion’s wall, absurdity does not apply as everything is seen as normal, or just the way it is.

 

Hoseok briefly closes his eyes, in what seems to be a moment of clarity, since he has had enough of being toyed around, and then takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly afterwards. In reality however, it was a well concealed sigh. Sure, he will go with the flow, follow Suga’s tides and prove he is a loyal dog. Anything to claim his freedom back, if there is ever such a chance, although things look grim right now.

 

And, Hoseok feels close to snapping. An emotion so rarely felt in his life, that it's practically nonexistent and yet here is Suga, trying to coax it out.

 

“I did not know your interests involve voyeurism.” Hoseok sneered, though he was unsure whether he could call the situation they were in voyeurism. More like fleshing out sadistic fetishes. Oh, but how the tables will soon turn. “Is it your fetish or something? Watching people masturbate or humiliate them?” The mocking tone continues, which perhaps will cause uproar and beheadment but Hoseok expresses his opinion nonetheless, while reaching his trousers and plays with the zipper in a teasingly manner.

 

It would be a lie to not admit it feels out of character, Hoseok is practically doing things he would never have dreamed of, in front of that beast particularly. There is a small but somewhat hidden blush, accompanied with a slight tremble in his hands as he continues, indicating that he is both flustered and hesitant. “Should… I give you a good view then? You should watch… Closely.”

 

His fingers touch his underpants which surface under the opened zipper, revealing his huge bulge that has amassed thanks to a certain someone's teasing. Surprisingly, or not, Hoseok wears white briefs, or what some people call virgin or even grandpa pants.

 

His hand stops, almost covering his erect penis that was covered by the briefs he is wearing. Can he really go that far, no matter the consequences? But, Hoseok is interested in that reward Suga mentioned, for he likes being pampered. He can't feel but tempted to know what he will be given. On the other hand, it all may just be a cruel joke, which will probably lead to blue balls as usual.

 

“You are really twisted.” He exhales with a chuckle, though it was more of an observation rather than a comment. It is at this point that he finally makes the decision to toss everything away and just follow the orders.

 

Suga really is a twisted man, Hoseok can feel it deep in his body as he finally exposes his genitals to the other, a strong blush mixed with confidence appearing on his face.

 

It isn't particularly big nor small. It just is normal, with the foreskin still intact. Though, it had never been tasted before. Perhaps it's obvious at how Hoseok masturbates. His movements are quick and short, his sole aim to cum and not feel pleasure. He hasn't experienced that word yet. There even faint gasps escaping from his lips, despite his effort to suppress them. With Suga watching him, it's hard. Both literally and figuratively.

 

Hence why Hoseok’s glance was averted, avoiding to meet Suga’s curious eyes as he kept rubbing the tip of his member slowly, while the other hand made upward and downward movements.

 

It was… a weird sensation to say the least. The man's stare made him grew bigger, and at the same time smaller because of the embarrassment caused by the act. Hoseok mind, one way or another, was filled with Suga, thinking how he really is a twisted beast and perhaps that is why he can't reach to a release yet.

 

Either it is conflicting emotions, or help that he needs, Hoseok keeps hopelessly to feel good, to cum with no avail. It seems that he simply can't reach climax and that shows on his troubled expression.

 

Ah, the reward is lost probably.

 

No, he doesn't want that.

 

Not now.

 

Therefore, Hoseok is doing against the most unimaginable thing and attempts to get closer to Suga while still on the bed, getting on all fours like a good puppy. “P... Pl… please…” Please what? If his begging was even heard, since it was uttered that lowly due to embarrassment. At this point, honor and grace are words unknown to Hoseok’s dictionary.

 

Actually, even he doesn't know what he wants, what he really is asking for Suga to do. Is this what the call when one loses themselves in the act of sex? Because Hoseok certainly seems to have lost his damn mind there. “I'll do anything.” The following sentence was delivered in a whimper, though again, it was not specified what Hoseok would do and in return for what.

 

Ah, such contrasting sentences, compared to what he first dared to say. And now, look at him being at Suga’s mercy. All he wants is to be left alone. No, that's not the right word.

 

All he wants is to feel pleasure.

[pechadur]

Resting his chin in his hand, Yoongi merely blinked at the sneer thrown his way, the words almost spat at him lacking any venom. If it were anyone else, Yoongi would have them punished for their words, however, coming from the male before him it was almost adorable. Like a puppy trying to fight a much larger dog and failing.

 

"I have many turn ons and if you're smart you'll shut your mouth before you learn how sadistic I can be." What he was putting Hoseok through was tame compared to what he truly wanted to do, to make an example of him in front of his men. Perhaps even rent him out for the night, watch his pretty face get covered in tears and various other liquids. Yoongi was possessive, yes, however he could let go of that ugly trait long enough to punish someone.

 

Hiding a smile at the... ugliness of the other's briefs, Yoongi could only guess that he should've expected it. Hoseok was clearly virginal and the appearance of tighty whiteys only confirmed that, the lack of care for the appearance of his briefs a painful sight. It was amusing, listening to Hoseok's "harsh" words when he was acting so innocently, probably knowing that his fate was already sealed with his smart comment.

 

"If only you knew how twisted I am." He muttered, only to himself. Hoseok need not know how truly depraved Yoongi could be, how twisted Suga could be. His eyes darkened and narrowed when Hoseok finally did as he was told and revealed himself. He wasn't particularly impressive, though he was slightly bigger than Yoongi, something that could be seen as a problem later on- if only due to jealousy.

 

The show Hoseok was putting on could be considered anything but arousing. His movements were awkward, pulling on his dick like he wanted to tear it off. His moans were probably the only thing Yoongi could consider worthwhile, breathy gasps filling the silent air. Keeping his chin propped on his hand, Yoongi rested his free hand on his thigh, fingers barely twitching. He wouldn't touch himself to this pathetic show.

 

No, he preferred to watch the younger try to tug himself to completion, the uncoordinated movements were most likely not doing anything to help him feel any sort of pleasure. "No wonder you're a virgin." Yoongi whispered cruelly, his lips twisted in the shadow of a sneer. "Who would want you to touch them like that?" Yoongi had no idea what the other's romantic ventures were like, whether he liked men or if he had only pursued women before falling into his clutches. He could only assume.

 

He was just a few seconds away from getting up and helping the other when the sudden change in Hoseok's position- and attitude- took him by surprise. No longer was he snarky and disobedient, now he was begging for help. He wanted to take pity on the other, he really did, yet he couldn't forgive the earlier attitude. The fact that he had the audacity to talk back to Yoongi, to dare assume he knew what Yoongi wanted or liked... well. He simply couldn't tolerate that sort of behaviour, no.

 

Standing up and walking to the bed slowly, Yoongi brought a finger to the corner of his mouth, tapping thoughtfully as he stared at the pleading face of Hoseok. "P-please?" He mocked, hand caressing Hoseok's cheek. "You want me to help you after your outburst? To show you pity at the fact that you can't even get yourself off?" He scoffed, voice cruel despite his sweet caress.

 

Leaning down so that he could whisper in the younger's ear, Yoongi kept his hand on Hoseok's cheek. "What makes you think you're worth my time?" What should've been a sweet nothing, a whisper in a lovers ear, was anything but. Yoongi was irritated, was fully fed up with Hoseok's antics. The boy was all bark and no bite, and, even saying that, he tried to take his words back. Like Yoongi was an idiot and would forget what he had said in the first place.

 

Straightening up, Yoongi looked down at the other, feline eyes narrowed and lips pursed in thought. It seemed that he was going to be contradictory himself, was going to take back some of his earlier statements. "What will you do for my help?" He was curious, the answer a more appealing treat than simply leaving Hoseok needy and whimpering on his bed.

 

It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

[aominecchi]

Never in his life Hoseok believed he would bow down to someone, as disgracefully as now despite his already submissive character. As Suga would command, he would do so with no vocal objections. Well, it would be a lie to not admit he is enjoying this, or else he would not partake, but if another person were to do the vile things Suga is, Hoseok would not allow it. Actually, it would be a lie for Hoseok to not admit he feels a great attraction towards Suga, which is kind of odd since he’s not interested in men.

Maybe, it’s the way Suga treats him: worse than trash. Or, how he feels twistedly special for being one of the few to witness his private life. Ah, even how Suga spends valuable time with him, despite having urgent business to deal with or other kind of work.

 

Is this what they call Stockholm’s syndrome?

 

Still, it doesn’t feel so.

 

Something is not quite right and Hoseok is particularly interested in finding out Suga’s limits and boundaries, know how much to push and when to stop. That knowledge is intriguing to discover, and Hoseok has always been a lover of studying. Thus, he took advantage of the opportunity bestowed upon him and slyly smiled as he made space on the bed, by moving his back against the headboard while at the same time opening his legs wide. “Oh yeah?” He taunted with a sneer towards Suga’s remarks regarding being really twisted and sadistic, his legs clearly a invitation.

 

“Show me then” Somehow, uttering this sentence feels like falling into a trap, since the confidence to support this wild proposal is almost non-existent, evidently, by his slight tremble. After staying in the mansion for two, almost three days, Hoseok has learned that it is not wise to provoke Suga, and it takes great skill and art to escape with minimum damage. Besides, he’s felt that a countless times and yet he cannot resist. Just like this instance, in which he is being caressed by Suga, even as a tease. He cannot help but blush - feel attracted to the other. Even his instinct urged him to cup Suga's hand but he managed to resist, though, his hand slightly moved upwards before dropping down again.

 

Just how determined, or stupid is he exactly?

 

Hoseok figures that, since he is practically bought in exchange for his family’s debt, the chances of living a normal life once again are slim. Especially after residing with a mafia’ son and Boss. Therefore, why not take advantage of it instead and work hard and perhaps win the Boss’ favour? He may lack in the physical aspect but his brain makes up for it. After all, Hoseok had studied law and earned his degree with honours.

 

The change in his attitude, however, does not stop there. Rather than beg for forgiveness – something that a sane man would do – Hoseok decides to take it up and notch and gamble. Hopefully, the loses won’t be devastating, because he already knows he is not bound to win when betting with Suga. “I think I do worth your time.” He proudly chuckles. “Or else, why exchange me, or even let me here – with you? For a busy man you sure take your time with me. So yes. I think you are the one addicted to me.” Honestly, Hoseok feels that those sentences apply to him as well.

 

There is a constant smile on his soft lips that seems confused: torn between acting like now, or pretend to be more submissive than he is. Actually, of his reactions are simply Hoseok being himself. He isn’t particularly a doormat, nor weak but not strong or dominant either. Rather, he is a mix and match of everything, usually concealed under his cheeky attitude. The same attitude that only now started to resurface, after getting to know Suga better.

 

“Oh.” He pretentiously exhaled while placing a finger on his lips, in a moment of enlightenment. “I know what.” Hoseok continued and then stood up on his knees, attempting to push the other down the bed and trap him underneath. “Why don’t we switch roles for a while? See how draining it is to bid to your every wish. Prince. Quite honestly, I’m a slightly tired of how you treat me. Should I give you a taste of your own poison?” His glance slowly feel on Suga’s pants, judgmentally staring at his crotch with a wide grin. No, he wasn’t planning on doing much. Just enough to scare him off and reclaim some of his lost masculinity back. The rest depended on the man facing him.

 

That was it.

 

That was the moment he snapped.

 

But, perhaps he had already snapped a long time ago and had just started showing signs of it.

 

[pechadur]

Not for the first time this night, Yoongi was taken aback by the switch in Hoseok's personality. Maybe the untainted beauty has remained so due to this, perhaps no one wished to deal with him. Maybe this was all a ploy to get Yoongi to leave him alone, alas, that wasn't going to work. He was surprised by this behaviour, yes, but he wasn't deterred by it.

 

Not in the slightest.

 

After all, Hoseok was playing a game Yoongi had mastered long ago. Hot and cold, the easiest game to play and the easiest to mess up. Already Hoseok had fucked up, had dealt his cards incorrectly and now he would face the punishment that came with it. Yoongi merely looked at the scene before him with a cocked eyebrow, unashamed to admit that the sight was a bit of a turn on. A boy with honey skin and raven hair sitting on his bed with his legs spread.

 

"You really think that just because I showed mercy during that time that you're actually valuable to me?" This might've been cruel, might've gone too far, yet Hoseok asked for it. "You're nothing more than a pawn in this game. Don't flatter yourself." After all, it had only been a day since Hoseok arrived, he really didn't know anything about Yoongi or how busy he could truly be. Yes, curiosity had led him to seek the man out a bit more than he should've today, a rare act of possession in tonight's meeting might've given the wrong impression.

 

But for Hoseok to have the gall to try to push him down, to try to reverse the positions... well. Not only was it laughable and adorable, all things considering, but it was also an insult. Did he really think that Yoongi was easy to bend? Easy to take? "Ah... do you have the patience to deal with needy little brats whining like a bitch in heat?" Should he have been more direct, yes. Should he have sounded angrier? Maybe. He said it almost like a statement, like he was bored with this situation already. Truth be told, he was, a little. The back and forth wasn't getting them anywhere and now the little bunny wanted to act tougher than it really was.

 

Heaving a heavy sigh, Yoongi turned away and walked towards his bedroom door. "Since you weren't a good boy who could do as they were told, I'm leaving." Despite his bold claim, Yoongi hesitated for a second.

 

Suga wanted to leave, wanted to show Hoseok he couldn't get anything with that attitude, and yet Yoongi wanted to show the smallest amount of pity. Hoseok was most likely acting out after being forced into this type of situation, was trying to make sense of what was happening. His jaw clenched while his hands curled into fists, the desire to punch something truly showing.

 

He hated conflicting feelings, especially when it came to matters like mercy. On one hand, he wanted to show Hoseok a lesson- that he was just a toy for Yoongi's pleasure- and on the other, he wanted to almost coddle the other and show him it wasn't that bad.

 

Opening the door, Yoongi made to step outside the door before hesitating once more, almost frozen by indecision.

[aominecchi]

After Suga denied all of the assumptions Hoseok had voiced, a heavy sigh exhaled from the boy’s soft lips as such a reaction was expected to surface. Really, what did Hoseok expect? If anything, Suga hasn’t been kind towards him at all, therefore, how Hoseok came to such a disturbing conclusion is a mystery. “Ye-ah..” His voice broke despite holding in his many contracting emotions at the moment, evident by his clenched fist, as he shook his head affirmatively, agreeing to be nothing more but a mere pawn.

 

“All I ever was to you is a pawn.” Hoseok repeated by the time Suga reached the door and then watched him leave in silence with a hot tear dropping down his red cheeks. “I am so stupid.” He sniffs upon realising that he shouldn’t have any hopes with that man. Not only that, but he also felt like an idiot for actually believing there was a good side to Suga.

 

What an outrageously outrageous thought.

 

Hoseok wiped his tears using his shirt’s sleeve and then kneeled down in front of his worn suitcase to find a change of clothes. What he needs the most right now is a clear mind, void of any meddling and complications emotions... And a steamy shower is exactly the cure. Thankfully, Suga’s room had a private bathroom as Hoseok dreaded at the thought of having a bath in the presence of others, or knowledge. Oh, he had caught some of the lackeys’ judging yet lustful stares towards him, especially after Kennedy had been offered a lewd proposal.

 

Maybe this is why Suga keeps him in the most secluded and private room within the mansion. So nobody will be able to harm Hoseok, or even lay their eyes on him. Actually, he felt it wasn’t just protection but rather possessiveness. He could be given to that fat pig and surprisingly he was not.

 

Hoseok processed this option for a while as he started undressing in front of the mirror and then glanced at his reflection in pure interest. His body was muscled, not from exercising but from doing odd jobs such as lifting heavy objects. Moreover, his golden skin shaded his features and especially his abs, giving them an irresistible tone. “Am I not good enough?” He uttered under his breath while examining his chest, his fingers slightly brushing over his left nipple which caused him to get flustered.

 

Suddenly, Suga appears in Hoseok’s mind and the later attempts to disregard the thought by shaking his head while entering the shower. Why would he even think of that person during that time? Hoseok turns the knob and ducks his head under the water, hoping the cold will be a huge turn off. Unfortunately it wasn’t, as a peek was enough to notice his dick reacted to a particular person.

 

It would have been better if it were a woman. No. Even a man would do at this point. Just not that man. Honestly, Hoseok wonders if Suga had ruined him or his taste, as he believed there was no one prettier nor as fierce.

 

His eyes close as he imagines Suga being present, taunting him, while his own hand moves down his member and slowly strokes it. What would Suga say if he were to witness Hoseok in such a state? Would he humiliate him further? Would he help? Hoseok dreams of the latter, in his mind, imagining Suga is touching him. Not just anywhere. He starts from giving Hoseok’s neck soft misses and then slowly slides down the chest, till he reaches the lower part.

 

At this point, Hoseok’s strokes turn more fast and intense, as the Suga of his dreams was nice enough to start sucking him. Soon, ejaculation followed, accompanied with a puzzled expression on the boy’s face. Just, what had he exactly done? He wonders with a horrified look while staring at his palm which was covered in semen. It felt as if he had committed a great sin, and hence, he attempted to hide all the evidence by showering once again.

 

Wearing nothing but a bathrobe, Hoseok return to the bedroom refreshed and then pulled out the suitcase a light blue shirt, white trousers, and a brown leather belt that matched his Oxfords. A tie was not needed, he figured and loosened up a few buttons of his shirt. His old attire was discarded neatly in the bathroom, inside a wooden bin. Last but not least, he sprayed some fragrance on him that left a faint scent of sea on him.

 

Yeah, he was dressed and ready but what for?

 

It is not like he could freely move inside the property. Instructions and rules were still needed to be known to him. Perhaps he even needed a map, given how big this mansion is. Ah, but Hoseok loves exploring. It is not long until he discovers the gardens, amazed by how well kept they are. Still, not as exciting as learning what all of the rooms contained but something in his gut told him to not get curious enough or it will lead to trouble.

 

Hence, Hoseok prefers to stay where he feels the most safe and at home, the gardens. However, upon closer inspection he notices a few patches of soil could need a bit of nurture. He makes a quick visit to the nearby shed and grabs the gardening tools he needs before returning above the bench of flowers and then lifts up his sleeves, wearing the gloves afterwards. “I swear flowers are much easier to understand.” He complains with a chuckle as he kneels down and starts tending the lilies, pouring some water on them to cover their thirst. “But... People who love flowers cannot be bad.” Next, he starts plucking a few dead leaves with a bright smile. Truly, the place had felt a great escape from reality.

 

If only he could stay forever.

 

“I hope I was like you. Tended, taking care of, loved.” He continues talking to the flower but in fact Hoseok simply voices out his concerns as there wasn’t anyone else he could confide into. “Oh, well. You are ready!” He exhales with an almost in audible sigh and stands up, his interested piqued by a bush full of white rose, immediately thinking they would suit Suga’s bedroom if placed in a vase. And so, Hoseok approaches the roses and attempts to pick up a few, by cutting his fingers in the process by touching the thorns. “Ouch!” He pulled out his hand and then examined it, feeling it sting. Guess he deserved that for taking off the protective gloves when he needed them most. "You. Are. A. Very. Bad. Flower. Just like your master." He scolded the innocent rose with a light laughter as he pointed at it.

 

Eh... Meanwhile... There had to be an infirmary or first aid kit nearby, right?

[pechadur]

Yoongi wandered aimlessly through the grounds, no set goal in mind, and a scowl on his face. His evening wasn't really going as planned, his captive had a surprising amount of nerve to talk to Yoongi like that. Hell, he was weak for not punishing the insubordinate beauty.

 

His father would scoff at his son- call him a failure. Threaten to take control back from him as a punishment.

 

Cracking his knuckles, Yoongi turned to head back to his room. If Hoseok was smart, he wouldn't move from the false safety of the room. Not that his men would do anything other than threaten the raven haired male, it was still a wise precaution to take. No one truly knows what someone would do to a beauty like him.

-×-

Meanwhile, Alexei had been making his way to his room when he spotted Suga's acquisition in the garden, and he was... scolding a flower? At least, from his perspective, that was what he could imagine. Hoseok was truly a strange man, nothing about his looks particularly appealing to him.

 

However, it was all a personal opinion. He could simply have damaged eyes.

 

A wicked idea crossed his mind, one that could put his life on the line if Suga was feeling particularly nasty tomorrow. Briskly walking towards the doors that led to the garden, Alexei opened them and carefully thought about his approach. Should he sneak up on the other to immediately drive home the point that this mansion is dangerous no matter where you are, or should he make his presence known?

 

With a small sigh, Alexei called out to the other. "Hey! Are you okay?" The garden was in a sorry state so he wouldn't be surprised if Hoseok had been somehow injured. Perhaps that's why he was talking to a rose?

 

It was a mystery, though if the other was able to make the garden a nicer place during his time here, well... that would be lovely. Alexei never had free time, though he would gladly give up sleep to walk through a blooming garden once more.

 

it is so short omg i am so sorry i just. i hate life sometimes rip and my muse is a mean lady.