He sighs before patting my thigh "want to do round two?"

"... No, too sad"

"Aww common. Don't make me start on my own" I roll my eyes hugging my knees tighter to my chest, "Just gimme a while to mope, I'm used to regretting this shit. I'll get over it soon enough,"

"Hmm. You mope. I'm gonna get some stuff ready" He says with an evil chuckle.

I hum nodding sadly, giving him a little smile as he walks out.

I lean back on the sofa grabbing one of the tissues Taehyung used, using it to wipe my cum off my chest and stomach.

"You done moping yet?" I throw a cushion at him, "You really expect me to cry out my problems in 0.2 seconds?"

"Don't cry~" he coos, "Why not? It's the normal response to remembering the fact you've ruined your life," I mutter sadly pinching some fat on my knee.

"Because you're too pretty to cry," I scoff at his comment turning to look at him, "I'm a fat, talentless, idiot who lives off of his best friend whilst working at a bloody Subway."

"You're not fat. Or talentless. You're beautiful and smart," He walks into the living room sitting on his coffee table.

"I practically stress eat for a living, and after spending most of my existence dancing I've come out with nothing.

Would a smart person yell at his best friend because he found the job we've wanted since we knew jobs existed?"

"No he wouldn't but, you are still 100% beautiful"

"What can that do? I'd make a stripper joke but I love them and I was denied all jobs as a stripper too.

Maybe I could be a prostitute. Had plenty of practice sleeping around at this point,"

"Nope.  You're Nobody's fuck buddy but mine."

"Fuck buddy?" I repeat with a sad sigh. "Don't get paid by you though,"

"I let you come back didn't I?"

"Yeah, but if I worked as a prostitute I could put this face to work and make some money,"

"Nope. Daddy is not gonna let it,"

"But it's the closest to being a stripper I can get. And that's the dancing job I always wanted... "

"You're too adorable. They'd eat you alive,"

"As long as it pays..." I mumble, subconsciously squeezing my thighs together.

"Daddy doesn't want you to be abused," he says with a pout. "Baby doesn't want to die working in Subway,"

"Baby won't."

"Not if I get fucked for money. Who knows, maybe one day they'll let me dance for them..." I smile trying to be optimistic with my options.

"Nope. You wanna fuck someone. Fuck me."

"I can't dance for you and you still can't be a job."

"You said my apartment is dirty. Wanna be a cleaner for me. Plus working at subway, I can't really pay much,"

"You know I'd clean this place for free right? I like cleaning. Besides I'll probably never do anything with my life again. Namjoon's quite good at crushing people's motivation,"

"Namjoon sounds like a dick." I shake my head lightly, "If it wasn't for him I'd be homeless with a dead end job. He forgives me and let's me stay with him,"

"Doesn't mean He's not a dick,"

"I trust him... He has an iq of 148 I doubt he says stuff for no reason,"

"Well I think he definatly sounds like a dick," He stands up offering me his hand, "Coming?"

"To get fucked?"

"Uh huh,"

"Ah fuck it, sure," I take his hand following his lead to the bedroom.

He grins pushing me down "All fours," He hums kneeling on the bed. I crawl onto the bed, obediently propping myself up on my elbows and knees next to him.

He rubs his hand over my ass. "So Daddy didn't appreciate you being stubborn baby boy,"

I hum dismissively, "So what you gonna do?"

I yelp feeling his sharply slap my ass "Daddy wants an apology" he hums slapping me again.

"Why? Did I make you embarrassed? you said yourself it's hot," I mumble feeling the stinging pain on my ass.

He growls and slaps me harder "say sorry to daddy"

"S-sorry!" I whimper gripping onto the sheets. "... I think you forget how strong you are... "

He rubs his hand over where he slapped "for what?" He slaps me again only this time a little lighter.

"For teasing Daddy?"

"And will baby boy do it again?" He slaps my ass again.

"Probably... "

"Will baby boy do it again?" He repeats slapping harder.

"No."

"No baby wont. Now you're gonna count ten slaps for daddy as a punishment."

"But it hurts... " I whine still feeling the impact of the other slaps.

"You're gonna count," he says rubbing his hand on my ass soothingly. "... Okay Daddy,"

He raises his hand bringing it down, "One..." I mutter under my breath waiting for the next one.

He brings his hand down sharply again. "Two,"

He brings his hand down again and I jolt slightly closing my eyes, "Three," I say through my teeth, from pain and embarrassment.

He slaps me again and I whimper tears welling in my eyes, "F-four,"

He rubs my saw ass cheek before slapping me again, " Are you really going to do ten...?"

"I didn't hear a number"

"... Ten?"

"No." he slaps my ass again making me yelp, "Six." I groan shutting my eyes.

"Your doing well" He coos slapping again. "Seven, and I hate you." I complain trying to blink away tears in my eyes.

"Wanna make it 20?" He hums in a warning tone. "No! Ten is fine!"

He slaps me again, "Eight" I mumble clenching on the sheets trying to distract from the pain.

I feel his hand rub my member as he slaps me again, "Nine," I sigh attempting to focus on the pleasure from Tae's hand.

"Last one baby boy" he rubs his thumb over the tip before smacking me again this time harder then he had done previously.

I almost lose my balance, widening my eyes in shock, "T-ten..."

He rubs his hand over my ass pecking my now red ass cheek, "Don't make Daddy mad again."

"I won't." I answer immediately turning my head awkwardly to look up at him. He wipes a tear that had fallen down my cheek, "Sorry, baby."

"I-it's okay..." I turn back, awkwardly resting my head against the duvet.

"You were brave for Daddy like a good boy," He brushes his hand over my hip and thigh, "Thank you Daddy,"

I calm my breath, reducing it to small pants as he continues to pet my hip, and lower back.

"Want daddy to use some of his toys?" He asks kissing between my shoulder blades.

"Yes Daddy,"

"M'kay. Daddy won't use whips. I don't want to hurt my baby too much."

"You have whips...? And you already hurt me..."

"I said I don't want to hurt you too much I never said I don't want to hurt you at all. Especially when you were being stubborn"

"Fine. Hurt me then." I pout moving to sit on my feet, crossing my arms.

"On all fours. I want your pretty ass up," he says reaching to the bedside table.

I return to my previous position watching his movements carefully.

He held a purple dildo "Remember this? It has 4 more settings up from what you had earlier"

"Four...?" I mumble watching him turn it onto the first setting.

"Uh huh. I'm gonna be turning them up slowly as you get used to them. Just a warning, number 5 is pretty intense~"

"They're all intense to me..." I shuffle uncomfortably as he walks up to me slowly.

"Ok. Well it's intense for someone like me so... Imagine it on someone who thinks number one is intense,"

"Wait, you've had this in your ass before?"

"This is the only thing I will bottom for," He chuckles, "I've never wanted to be a purple dildo so much before,"

"Well, stay still" he mutters putting his vibrating tip against my asshole.

I whimper as he pushes it in slowly, letting me adjust to the feeling before turning it to the second setting.

I close my eyes moaning gently as it vibrates inside me, Taehyung chuckles "So much for being quiet,"

"Shut up," I moan pushing my face into the duvet, "I stopped that when you admitted I can,"

"Uh huh," he mutters thrusting it in and out. "You think you're ready for the third setting?"

I hesitantly nod into the duvet "Yes Daddy,"

I hear him push a button before the vibrations get harder and faster again.

I bite my lip to stop myself from cursing, "jesus christ" I moan out, I hear an evil chuckle from behind me as he pulls the vibrator out slamming it back into my prostate.

My back arches as I press my face harder into the duvet. Without warning Taehyung flicks it to the next setting, eagerly waiting for my response.

I almost choke on the air I was breathing, my legs felt weak to the vibrations and keeping my ass up was beginning to seem impossible.

Taehyung put a hand on my hip using his other hand to grind the vibrator against me. "Looking forward to the fifth setting baby?"

I shake my head unable to speak as I moaned with every breath, I clench onto the sheets finding the heat suddenly overwhelming as he rubs my back.

"Want me to stop?" He asks gently, I shake my head again unable to speak coherently, "Sure baby boy?" He pecks my shoulder blades his hand running through my sweat dampened hair.

I attempt to give him a small nod, hiding my face in one arm letting the other go down to my dick.

"Alright, just don't pass out ok? Tell daddy if you feel dizzy" his hand rubs my ass.

I feel a light dizziness at his words, deciding brush it off as a placebo.

"Remember use the safe word if needed" he mutters before turning it up to number 5.

I let out a scream gripping onto the sheets with my right hand letting my knuckles turn white.

The dildo was pressed on my prostate and the strong vibrations where unbearable, I could hardly breathe as my shaking hand gripped my dick.

I felt a abnormally tight knot in my stomach, along with precum dripping down my dick. "T-taeh-" I manage to mumble between screams, gasps and moans.

I feel my eyes roll back in my head a wave of dizziness and sensations coming from the dildo, I move my hands up and down my dick wanting my high.

I feel my body go numb aside from the powerful vibrations reverberating through my ass and lower abdomen as I feel my eyes glue together.

I try to mumble for Taehyung but my moans come off louder, as I cum I scream, everything zones in to a dull buzzing and my body falls sideways.

It takes me a few seconds to come back to my senses and realize my own overstimulated sobs and shivers.

"Baby? Kookie? Are you ok sweetheart?" Taehyung hurries to turn off and pull out the dildo.

I moan an illegible muffled response into the mattress.

He puts a pillow over his dick pulling my into his lap "It's ok darling," He mutters a slight panic in his voice.

I bury my head in his chest still panting and sobbing slightly. "T-tae" I trail of crying into his neck.

"I'm sorry Kookie baby. I shouldn't have don't that," He holds the back of my head his hand stroking my hair.

I cling on to his neck, appreciating the comfort as I try to regain my composure.

He gently shh's in my ear his fingers combing through the black strands of my hair, "T-Taehyung," I whine feeling slightly more in control now.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have turned it so high. 3 was too much a high setting let alone 5" he mumbles.