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A shiver. Runs down Hoseok's spine at the younger's word. Setting his phone to speaker as he rips off his shirt, quickly taking off his pants and boxers.

His cock already rock hard as he takes the phone into his shaking hands. Climbing onto the bed he wants to speak up again.

"Did I just hear you get onto the bed?" Yoongi asks.

"Y-yes master." Hoseok loves it. The way Yoongi can make him weak in the best way possible.

"Did I tell you to?"

Hoseok stomach churns is pleasure, loving the way Yoongi speaks to him.

Taehyung is kinky, Yoongi is dominant.

Taehyung can't make him shiver like with just a few words, not like Yoongi can. When Yoongi talks he wants to submit, he wants to drop to his knees and give him all he is.

For a second he isn't CEO Jung, ice king of Seoul. He's Yoongi's little bitch, his personal cock warmer.

"No master." He exhales. His entire body now almost vibrating in excitement.

"Do you think you can be naughty? Just because I'm not there you're acting like you make the rules?!" The younger's voice steady and way more strong than Hoseok's.

"No master." He breathes, gripping the phone tighter than before. Running a hand through his hair, his body temperature rising.

"Then do as I fucking say." Yoongi growls, the sound going directly to Hoseok's dick. The elder almost coming untouched at the sinful sound.

"Yes master."

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Restrained moans fill the room as Hoseok cries out, three fingers buried deep inside himself, thrusting in and out as be uses his free hand to stroke his cock.

"That's a good slut, you sound lovely. Desperate and beautiful. Don't you wish it was master's cock? Slamming in to you and making you cry even more. Do you want that slut?" The younger asks.

Hoseok struggling to breathe as his orgasm has already been denied four times. He's exhausted, desperate and utterly pathetic.

"Yes master, I want that." He cries out, the words rushes and sounding almost pained as he chases his orgasm that no doubt will he denied.

"What do you want?" Yoongi calmly asks, as if he hadn't spelled it out before.

"You!" Hoseok's voice is loud and clearly filled with nothing but arousal.

"Me?" The younger asks teasingly. "Me, how? Do you want me to bring you pizza? Or do you want me to fuck you hard ms let you fall apart in my arms. Only to pick up every piece and make you scream and cry even harder than before."

The CEO breath hitches at the words, that is exactly what he wants. He wants it now, tomorrow, yesterday and next year.

"I want you to destroy me, I want you to drive me to the edge and over it. I want you to make me feel things I haven't before, I want you to make me scream, bleed, cry, bruised and used. I want it all master, I want you." His words fade as his moans take over, his words creating vivid images in his mind that make him leak with pre-cum once again.

"Hands off." Yoongi simply says. Ignoring the elder's word's like they're nothing.

Hoseok, whines, removing his fingers and hand.

"Go to a mirror."

Hoseok frowns but knows better than to disobey the direct order. So he scrambles up, his legs wobbling as he tries to stand, almost giving out but they keep him up.

"I'm at the mirror master." He whispers, shyly looking at his toes.

"Look at yourself." Yoongi demands. "Look at yourself and see the pathetic little slut you are. Look at the sinful way pre-cum coats your tip, or the way your eyes are filled with lust. Did you notice the blush on your cheeks and your tousled hair? Such a perfect little fuck toy you are."

Hoseok is glowing, unsure how the intern seems to get everything right, spot on, but he doesn't care.

He loves the way he looks, he does look like a fuck toy, Yoongi's fuck toy.

Never had he looked this ravished when spending his nights with Taehyung. No this was all Yoongi, and only on their second scene, half way across the world.

And he knows, he knows...

It'll be hard to not fall for the dominant college student.

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"Are you okay, baby?" Gone is every ounce of dominance, only replaced with a soft and loving voice that cares.

Hoseok sniffles. "Yes master." He replies, eyes fluttering shut as Yoongi praises him for taking his punishment so well. And as much as Hoseok likes some good degradation, he loves praise as well.

"Such a good boy, took your punishment so well. Master is proud."

Hoseok is almost glowing in pride when Yoongi keeps going, the younger's deep soothing voice working as a lullaby. He feels himself drift off, miles away from the voice that is comforting him.

But despite their only contact being over the phone, not even face time Hoseok can't help but feel like he's falling asleep in Yoongi's arm.

"Good night baby boy." Yoongi whispers.

Hoseok smiles as he falls asleep.

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