I will never ever ever in a million, billion, trillion years ever understand how ppl can say Namjoon isn't the most attractive person who has ever existed

I dont think they're looking at the right Kim Namjoon

KING NAMJOON OF BTS BITCH STEP OFF

honestly this whole book is just an excuse for me to indulge in my bias wrecker hehe I tricked yall

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tags: overstimulation (duh), Namjoon cries, somnophilia (its soft tho), degradation/humiliation, bondage, toys/fucking machines, a little teasing, praise and hella aftercare

remember that black marker from the chapter right before we find out about namjoons past in the original plot?

finally we get to see what that was going to be about uwu

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On one hand, Namjoon was glad the stretching part was over, that he wouldn't have to deal with a plug up his ass during the night or as he walked along the hallways at school, sitting with a wince at dinner with his parents. But he also was a little unnerved going to Yoongi's house today, since he had no what idea to expect this time.

He parked his car in Yoongi's driveway, taking his time to walk up the steps and knock on the door.

"Open!" Yoongi called, and Namjoon grumbled that he had to open the door himself.

"What, I thought it was the dom's job to be chivalrous-" he cut himself off when he stepped into the living room and didn't see Yoongi.

His unspoken question was answered when Yoongi came up the stairs from the basement.

The little dom chuckled. "Then you would have to acknowledge I'm a dom, sub."

Namjoon scowled. "Not a sub, asshole."

"Come." Yoongi turned away from him and crooked his finger, signaling Namjoon to follow as he went back down the stairs.

Namjoon glared at the disrespect, but stomped after him anyways since he didn't have a choice.

Yoongi's basement had two rooms, one on each end of the hallway that the stairs led to. The room on the left was the red room, and Namjoon had no intentions of going there.

The room on the right, however, he had never been in before, and this was the direction Yoongi headed.

Pulling out a set of keys, Yoongi unlocked the door, taking his time to build up Namjoon's anticipation.

He smirked as he opened the door and gestured for Namjoon to enter.

Namjoon strode past, head held high as he shouldered Yoongi out of his way.

Yoongi followed, shutting the door behind them as he flicked the lights on.

Namjoon looked around the room, seeing a large bed in the middle, and a built in closet that was closed.

Surprisingly, it looked like a normal guest room, albeit bare of any other furniture.

Distrustful, he faced Yoongi with his arms crossed. "What gives, pervert?"

Yoongi chuckled. "What? Everyone has a guest room in their house."

"Yeah, and yours is upstairs." Namjoon said. "It's my room. So what the hell is this."

"Aw, you caught me, sub." Yoongi walked to the bed. He sat down on the carpet, reaching under the bed.

Namjoon watched as he pulled out box after box. And not small shoeboxes either, they were large moving boxes. Five of them.

Yoongi pushed his hair back as he pulled the last one out, huffing at the exertion. "It's my storage room."

"What's in them?" Namjoon didn't trust the boxes.

"My toys."

"I knew it." Namjoon grumbled. "Fucking pervert, no normal person has this many."

"I run a business, sub." Yoongi reminded him. "These are for my clients."

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, not moving from his stance by the door. "And how many do you have in your personal collection, hm? Thirty? A hundred? Five thou-"

"None."

Namjoon blanked, then snorted, shaking his head. "Yeah right! Like you expect me to believe that?"

"It's true." Yoongi walked to the closet and opened it, revealing more boxes. "I'm a dom, sub. I top. I don't shove things up my ass to get off. I get off on putting brats like you in their place- beneath me."

Namjoon watched him pull out the other boxes. "Your kink is just your ego stroking itself."

Yoongi laughed, almost dropping the box. "This is why I like you, baby."

"But even if that's true," Namjoon argued, ignoring Yoongi's comment. "You still have to get off by touching your dick. There's no way you don't do that, I'll never believe you!"

"Of course I touch myself." Yoongi huffed as he pushed the last box out. "I'm still only human. But that only happens when I'm alone."

Namjoon sneered. "Aw, poor baby. Doesn't have anything to stuff his cock into at night. What a pity."

"I don't need toys," Yoongi brushed his hands off as he rose to his feet. "Nothing feels better than the real thing, so why pay for something less when I get paid to fuck something more?"

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "Pervert."

"But I'm not alone now, now am I?" Yoongi purred as he walked over.

Namjoon glared, tensing up as Yoongi came nearer.

The dom raised his hand, placing it on Namjoon's shoulder. He hummed as he walked around the boy, trailing his warm palm over the boys shirt.

"Clothes off, baby."

Namjoon knew that was coming but he was still annoyed all the same.

Yoongi helped him take his shirt off, grabbing the hem and raising it up for Namjoon to yank off over his head. His long, pale fingers went to the students front, pulling the zipper down and unbuttoning the jeans.

"I can do this myself." Namjoon complained, pushing Yoongi back as he stepped out of the pants.

Yoongi stepped right back up, shoving Namjoon against the wall. He brought his knee up between Namjoon's legs, his hand placed over the boys covered cock.

"I will touch what's mine whenever I want to, sub." Yoongi growled, his cat like eyes narrowed and dark.

Namjoon looked away with a forced huff. "I'm going to win, asshole."

Yoongi smirked, pulling back so the boy could slide his boxers off.

Finally naked, Yoongi looked him over, appreciating the sight. No matter how many times he saw Namjoon naked, he was always struck with how beautiful the boy was.

Namjoon glared and held his arms over his chest. "Why are you so touchy and stare-y today, pervert?"

"Just admiring you, baby. Always so beautiful." Yoongi hummed, taking Namjoon's hand and leading him to the bed.

Namjoon rolled his eyes, not accepting the compliment. "I'm not a girl, no matter how many skirts you buy me."

"Beautiful is not a term limited to females." Yoongi scolded softly. "Beauty is gazing up at the stars, seeing an untouched waterfall, and humans being kind to each other. You are beautiful, Kim Namjoon. Don't ever think you're not."

A little speechless, Namjoon let Yoongi push him onto the bed.

Yoongi was almost always clothed when they had their sessions, and Namjoon was getting tired of always being the one who was exposed.

"Get naked." He demanded, tugging on Yoongi's shirt.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "You know you're not in a position to demand anything, sub."

"Not a sub. Get naked." Namjoon insisted with a scowl.

He was so cute, Yoongi almost gave in.

"If you behave for dom today, maybe you'll get a treat later." Yoongi hummed, reaching a hand out to ruffle the boys hair, flicking the bangs to cover the boys eyes.

Namjoon huffed as Yoongi talked to him like he was six years old, pushing his hair back.

"A beautiful boy like you deserves to come over and over again." Yoongi said, his voice husky as he bent down, rubbing his hand over the boys inner thighs. He leaned in close, resting their foreheads together as his hand slid between the students thighs.

Namjoon did his best to not react to the warm palms sliding over a sensitive part of his. "What's the catch?"

There was always a catch, that's how Yoongi always kept the upper hand.

Yoongi chuckled. "Looks like the baby sub finally caught on."

Namjoon crossed his arms and stayed silent, waiting for an answer.

Instead of replying, Yoongi kissed him, using his other hand to tilt Namjoon's head up slightly so the angle was better.

Namjoon kept his mouth shut as Yoongi kissed him, trying not to squeeze his thighs together to trap Yoongi's hand against him.

Yoongi didn't seem to mind the lack of reciprocation, biting the students lower lip gently. His hand slid up to caress Namjoon's cheek, thumb rubbing softly over the boys skin.

Namjoon found it hard to fight Yoongi when the dom was being so...soft...with him, slowly letting himself relax.

Yoongi pulled back, and Namjoon frowned when the warm hand left his thigh, coming up to cup his other cheek as Yoongi kissed his little nose.

"Poor baby's been frustrated for a while now, huh?" He cooed. "Unable to come whenever he wants to. Aww, well dom will help his baby with that today. Dom will make his cute sub come over and over and over again."

Namjoon tensed, seeing what the catch was now, and he closed his legs. "Hey, I have a limit, pervert!"

"That's what doms are for; to push you past your limit." Yoongi said, stepping away and Namjoon missed the warmth the doms body gave.

"No." Namjoon crossed his arms stubbornly. "Three times is the max for one day."

"You said before you would lose count in a day." Yoongi said as he opened one of the boxes, rifling through it. "Or did your fucked out brain just forget the number four?"

Namjoon didn't know how far Yoongi was going to push him with this. Would he make him come four times? Five? Eight? Ten? The whole hour? The thought was terrifying and he covered his dick with both hands.

"We both know you're not going to listen to me when I tell you to lay still, so put your wrists together." Yoongi rose, pulling out a coil of black rope from the box.

Namjoon scowled at that, purposely spreading his hands as far apart as he possibly could.

Yoongi sighed, taking one of Namjoon's hands and looping the rope around it. "You're only making it harder for yourself in the long run, sub."

"You're only making it harder for yourself in the long run." Namjoon mimicked as Yoongi pulled his arm above his head, tying it to the bars of the headboard. "Bitch."

Yoongi grinned, quickly biting his lip to hide his soft laughter. Namjoon was definitely his favorite client.

"Looks like we'll have to do some serious brat taming after this."

He grabbed the boys other hand and tied it up the same way. Then he went back to the box to grab more rope for the students ankles.

While he did that, Namjoon tugged on the rope, testing its strength. He studied the knot, recognizing the buntline figure.

He scoffed, a little offended Yoongi would use such a simple restraint on him. Had he not shown how strong he was at every possible turn? Surely Yoongi should have been smart enough by now to use a cobra or double dragon loop knot on him.

But whatever. Namjoon had done his homework, and he would be out of this in no time. It was Yoongi's own fault for not using thicker rope or doing a bigger knot.

Yoongi tightened the last rope and straightened up. "How does that feel, baby? If it's too tight let dom know."

"Go fuck yourself." Namjoon didn't want to draw attention to the way he had moved his hands up to grab the bars he was bound to. "Asshole."

Yoongi hummed, taking that as a confirmation that the rope was fine.

"I'm not going to gag you, in case you need to tell me something or say your safe word." Yoongi informed him as he opened a new box. He pulled out a bullet vibrator, and turned it on, testing its batteries.

Namjoon watched him, a little curious as to what the dom planned to do.

Yoongi opened the closet and struggled a little to pick up the average sized machine.

Namjoon could do nothing but watch as Yoongi carried the automatic fucking machine over to the bed, dropping it between his spread legs.

"Lazy." He complained as Yoongi set it up. "Fuck me yourself."

Yoongi chuckled. "A naughty sub bitch like you? Worthy of my cock? Don't make me laugh, sub."

"Not a sub, and fuck you and your ego." Namjoon retorted.

Yoongi ignored him as he pulled the dildo off the rod, inspecting it. He lowered it to the boys hole, as if measuring.

Namjoon tried to close his legs but the ropes held him spread. He didn't like it when Yoongi didn't talk to him, treating him like he wasn't a human but just another one of Yoongi's toys.

"Hey, these are all washed, right? I'll sue if you even think about shoving a dirty toy up my ass, pervert."

"Maybe." Yoongi kept it ambiguous and it shut Namjoon up, thinking if Yoongi would really dare to use an unwashed toy on him. Surely even if Namjoon had been bratty as all hell, Yoongi wouldn't do that, right?

No, Yoongi was way too professional. He would never, no matter how much Namjoon acted out.

Besides, Namjoon could tell the dom had a soft spot for him, hence why he hadn't been punished once yet despite all his rule breaking and bratty behavior.

Yoongi grabbed a bottle of lube, dripping some over the tip of the fake cock. His expert fingers worked the gel all over the head, his palm encasing the shaft as he jerked it slowly to spread the lube around, and Namjoon watched, his own dick starting to harden.

Yoongi kept his smirk hidden as he brought his slicked fingers to Namjoon's hole, pushing two in without much difficulty.

Namjoon ground his teeth together to block any sounds from escaping, not wanting to give the dom the satisfaction.

Yoongi pumped his fingers a little, smearing the lube around the boys walls, scissoring his fingers and Namjoon tried to kick him, but only managed to nudge Yoongi's hip with his thigh.

In response, Yoongi grabbed Namjoon's thigh, nails digging into the soft skin as pulled the students leg farther apart, his other hand not stopping inside his ass.

Namjoon huffed and panted, twisting in his binds as the insistent touching worked his ignored cock up.

He momentarily forgot about his plan to get free.

Finally Yoongi stopped and withdrew both his hands, giving Namjoon a short break as he reached for the dildo.

He slid the tip in, studying the way it fit inside for a moment before turning it left and right.

It was teasing like no other, and Namjoon quickly grew frustrated with it.

"Hey, don't just- hey!" He yelped when Yoongi yanked it out.

The dom stood up, and grabbed a box, digging through it to pull out three new dildos, all a different size and color.

He returned to the bed and picked up one, a blue one that was on the shorter side.

He lubed that one up too and shoved it inside Namjoon's hole without any warning.

"Ah!" Namjoon gasped, not in pain, since it was small, but in surprise that Yoongi was actually being a little rough with him.

Yoongi wasn't supposed to rough with him, he was supposed to be lenient because he liked Namjoon's stubbornness.

The student glared at the dom, conveying his dislike for Yoongi breaking their dynamic.

Yoongi must have decided against the blue one because he yanked that one out too and Namjoon shuddered at the quick friction.

"Listen, asshole," he growled as Yoongi picked up a purple one that was thin, but long. "I- ah!"

Yoongi shoved this one in too, not even bothering to lube it up first, but the boys hole was plenty stretched and slick already.

Yoongi played with the toy in Namjoon's ass for a few moments, jabbing the tip against the boys prostate a few times, making Namjoon's toes curl and muffled moans slip past his lips.

Then he drew it out too and Namjoon huffed, hitting his head back against the pillow.

Yoongi picked up the last one; a red one that had realistic veins on its thick, long body.

This one he did dribble lube over, maybe a little too much because when he pushed it in, some of the clear gel squirted out with a wet squelch.

Namjoon shuddered at the feeling of lube dripping down his thighs from his hole. "Stop playing games, perv."

Yoongi still didn't acknowledge him, studying the way the boys rim was stretched around the thick cock. He raised his hand and laid it flat just under the students navel, feeling a faint outline of the toy there.

He nodded to himself, slowly sliding the toy out. "This one will work."

"Then you should have picked it first." Namjoon complained as he watched Yoongi fasten the red toy onto the long metal rod, positioning it to line up with his hole.

Yoongi flipped the machine on, watching the rod push the dildo into Namjoon, then retract halfway back, before going forwards again, making sure it wasn't hurting the boy, or that it wouldn't be at a bad angle.

But judging by the way the students head was tossed back, one leg bending as much as it could in the ropes, the machine was working exactly as it should.

Smiling that they were finally beginning, Yoongi picked up the bullet vibrator and looked around the room.

"Where did I put that?" He muttered to himself, patting his pockets. "I thought I had one down here."

Namjoon wanted to ask what the dom was talking about, but he didn't want to risk a moan escaping, so he kept his mouth clamped shut.

"Dom will be right back, baby." Yoongi said, tossing the vibrator to the bed, almost hitting Namjoon.

Namjoon barely heard him leave, too distracted by the machine.

It was going at a slow pace, too slow for Namjoon's liking. But he wasn't in any position to turn it up himself, and he certainly wasn't going to ask Yoongi to. The slow speed forced him to feel every detail of the fake cock, the unhurried drag of it against his walls, the brief pause before it loaded back into him, touching his prostate for just a second before starting all over again.

Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard-

He was already hard. Damnit Yoongi.

His grip on the bars reminded him of his plan, and while Yoongi was gone, his long fingers quickly grabbed the knot, struggling to undo it since he couldn't see behind him.

The door opened and Namjoon stopped, frowning when he saw all Yoongi had left to grab was a basic black marker.

The dom twirled it around his fingers as he made his way to the bed. "Aw, baby got hard without me?"

"Fuck you." Namjoon hissed. "Fucking cheater with all your fucking pervert toys. If you want me to orgasm so bad then fuck me yourself, asshole!"

Yoongi chuckled, rubbing the boys chest. "Frustrated. Cute. We'll see how you act after your nth orgasm, sub."

He pulled the cap off the marker, clasping it onto the other end of the pen so it wouldn't get lost.

Leaning forward, he drew a box on Namjoon's stomach, and the student squirmed a little at the cold, ticklish feeling.

Yoongi hummed as he wrote 'Number of orgasms' on top of the box.

Namjoon's cheeks flared red as Yoongi drew on him, humiliation kicking in. "You're an asshole."

"Don't make me gag you too baby, then you'll have to learn nonverbal safewords."

He raised the marker tip up to Namjoon's neck, grabbing the boys jaw to force him still as he drew a line from one end of his neck to the other, then did it again a little further down. Inside the space he wrote YOONGI'S in thick black letters, like a collar.

Namjoon shivered at the cold tingles he got when Yoongi blew on the ink to make it dry.

Yoongi noticed and smirked. "Sensitive neck?"

"No. Die." Namjoon snarled.

Yoongi set the marker aside and picked up the vibrator. He held it close to Namjoon's ear and turned it on, enjoying the way the boy jumped at the sound of the close vibrations.

He let the front of it drop onto the base of Namjoon's neck, slowly dragging it down between the boys pecs, over his box drawing, over the boys navel, and letting it rest on the students leaking head.

Namjoon groaned, twisting in his ropes at the sensation. He bit down hard on his lip to keep quiet.

Yoongi didn't mind, he knew he would get Namjoon to a place where he wouldn't be able to hold back his moans soon enough.

He rubbed the tip of the vibrator up and down, smiling at the way the boys legs trembled from it.

"Gunna make you come over and over again, baby." Yoongi told him, voice deeper than usual. "The way a beautiful sub like you deserves. My beautiful baby boy."

Namjoon ignored him, trying to move his hips out of Yoongi's touch, but the dom easily followed, keeping the tip of the toy pressed against his cock.

The machine kept up its slow pace, its batteries apparently full as well. Namjoon groaned as his orgasm grew, spurred on by the toys, Yoongi, and the fact he was spread naked and helpless to whatever the dom wanted to do to him.

"So beautiful, Namjoon." Yoongi murmured. "My favorite. Beautiful mind, beautiful body."

Eyes screwed shut, Namjoon tried to ignore the dom. He didn't know if Yoongi meant his words, or if he was trying to exploit the boys praise kink.

Or both.

Yoongi dragged the toy down Namjoon's cock, going slow to let the boy feel the toy fully and let it rest against the base for a moment as he reached over to turn the speed of the machine up one level.

Namjoon jolted at that, legs jerking in their binds, before slowly relaxing again as the pleasure increased.

Yoongi could tell he was close, so he teased the boys cock with the vibrator, edging him slowly. He switched the pattern of the vibrations every ten seconds so the boy wouldn't know what burst of vibrations was coming next.

Namjoon tensed, turning away from Yoongi as his body shook, and then he came with a low moan, come splattering his torso.

Yoongi praised him through it, not stopping the machine or the vibrator.

"Good boy, baby," he murmured as he watched Namjoon start to squirm under the overstimulation. "Came so beautifully for dom."

"S-stop," Namjoon tugged on the ropes, but the knot held. "'s too much..."

"You're not done yet, baby." Yoongi turned the machine up one level higher and watched as Namjoon arched his back at the faster pace. He kept the vibrator turned to a nonstop vibration and gripped it and Namjoon's cock together with one hand.

"Ah!" Namjoon struggled to get away, heels digging into the mattress.

The overstimulation made him tremble, but his cock remained hard, teased too much to be done just yet.

Yoongi reached his free hand out to brush away some of the come on Namjoon's chest, revealing his box again. He picked up the marker and placed one tally inside the box.

"Look so gorgeous, baby." Yoongi said, writing something on the boys rib. "So stunning."

Namjoon forced his eyes open, wanting to see what Yoongi wrote.

Slut.

Hot humiliation made his cheeks flush and he struggled to get away more.

"A-asshole!" He glared, hips rising and falling as he tried to get away from the relentless cock pounding into him. "I'm n-not a fucking sl-slut!"

"Really?" Yoongi traced the boys nipple with the tip of the vibrator. "All covered in come and hard while a fake cock makes you its bitch? You say you're not a slut?"

The vibrations on a sensitive part of him made him shiver, trying to curl in on himself while the ropes held him wide open.

"Of course you're a slut, baby." Yoongi cooed, leaning down to brush their lips together. "My little whore. My favorite toy. My wet bitch."

He kissed him before Namjoon could spit in his face, the vibrator now laying directly over his other nipple and Namjoon keened at the touch, back arching with a moan that had Yoongi opening his mouth to accept.

He could feel the come sliding off his sides and he shuddered, orgasm approaching again.

Yoongi's free hand worked its way under Namjoon's head, gripping the back of the boys hair to lift him off the pillow slightly, kissing him harder. Their tongues fought for dominance, Yoongi's pinning Namjoon's down in no time.

Namjoon tensed as his orgasm built up, trying to push Yoongi off in a vain attempt to stop it, but the dom was stronger than he looked and Namjoon groaned and trembled as he came again.

Yoongi held the boys shaking body tighter as the orgasm crashed over Namjoon, kissing him with more force as if trying to distract him.

Immediately the sensitivity tripled after the orgasm faded and Namjoon squirmed, trying to get away from all the touching.

Yoongi pulled back, wiping his mouth to disconnect the thin line of spit between them. "You can do it again baby."

Namjoon groaned, shaking his head as tears welled up behind his closed eyes. It was too much, he was too sensitive.

Yoongi hummed as he picked up the marker, putting another little tally beside the first. Then he raised his hand, leaning over the boy to scribble something on Namjoon's left pec.

Whore.

Namjoon squeezed the bars of the headboard, reminding himself he had to untie these ropes before his brain became entirely useless.

Yoongi picked up the vibrator and scooted down to give his full attention to the boys lower half now.

He grabbed Namjoon's cock, chuckling at the little yelp the student gave, and dragged the marker over the slick skin as he wrote his name on it, marking his property.

Satisfied with his work, and Namjoon's moaning and struggling, he rubbed the vibrator slowly against the boys cock.

"N-no," Namjoon whined, thighs shaking and eyes clenched shut. His back arched as his hips circled nothing, trying to chase the pleasure of the toys while also trying to get away from it. "Please, st-stop."

Yoongi didn't, since they both knew they had to say their safe words to stop a scene, and instead focused on tapping the vibrator against the boys balls, making him jolt at each tap. He leaned down, taking Namjoon's tip into his mouth, sucking on it as his tongue pressed flat against the other side.

Namjoon cried out at the new pleasure, fingers faltering at the knots as his hips bucked up.

Everything was too much, especially the thick cock that never gave him a second to catch his breath, always dragging against his walls or pushing against his prostate. He shivered and shuddered, unable to escape the oversensitivity.

He squirmed, incoherent sounds falling from his now red lips, biceps straining against the ropes that held his arms back. "Yuh-Yoongi, please..."

Yoongi pulled off, switching the vibrator off. He rested his cheek in his hand as he admired Namjoon's sweaty, come and marker covered skin. He grabbed the boys cock, slowly running his fist up and down the boys shaft.

Namjoon groaned, hips bucking up again. His legs jerked back, not getting far by the ropes and he trembled, feeling his tears leak through his closed eyes.

Yoongi swiped his thumb back and forth quickly over the boys slit, his other fingers tightening until Namjoon moaned, coming again.

"Good boy, baby." Yoongi praised, stroking him through the shorter orgasm. "One more, dom knows you can do it."

"No!" Namjoon almost screamed when Yoongi turned up the machine, his voice turning into a deep groan as he keened again.

Yoongi had to brush more come off the boys chest so he could add another tally to his box, but he didn't mind at all, scooping some of the thick white substance onto two fingers.

Namjoon was squirming and struggling nonstop now as he gasped, twisting and trying to get off the bed and away from all the stimulation, and Yoongi placed his free hand on the boys throat, pinning him down to the pillow.

Namjoon opened his mouth to protest and Yoongi shoved the two fingers in.

"Clean them, baby." He ordered, watching the students tears roll down his cheeks.

Namjoon listened for once, running his tongue along the doms fingers, licking them clean. He kept sucking on them even after they were free of come, and Yoongi used his free hand to brush the boys tears away.

He picked up the marker and wrote another word on the boys hip.

Brat.

After a moment of thought, he added another one to Namjoon's inner thigh.

Sub.

Satisfied, Yoongi capped the marker and turned his attention back to Namjoon.

The boy had stopped sucking on his fingers, his mouth slightly open as he panted, eyes closed. Tears had rolled halfway down his cheeks, and his chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, clearly at his limit. Every few seconds he would moan or twitch from the oversensitivity.

He was beautiful.

Yoongi ran his fingers through the boys hair, letting cool air flow against the boys sweaty forehead.

"Doing so good for dom, baby." He murmured, leaning down to kiss the boys little nose. "Such a good slut, taking it all so well. Taking it like you deserve, my beautiful whore."

Namjoon whimpered, hoping the pathetic sound would keep Yoongi distracted as he finally slipped his hand free.

His left hand had already gotten loose, and he had kept it pressed against the headboard to avoid detection with great difficulty.

But now he had both hands free, and he wanted to yank Yoongi back by his hair, spit in his mouth and use that marker to write a million dirty words on the doms pale skin.

His hand shot out-

Yoongi grabbed Namjoon's wrist, a smirk on his lips as he stopped kissing the boy and pulled back.

His nails dug harshly into the student's skin as punishment.

"Naughty boy, thinking you could outsmart dom. I saw you get free five minutes ago, baby. I was willing to let it slide, to see what you wanted to do if you had a chance to get the upperhand. Why do you think I did such a basic knot, hmm? Or have you been fucked too hard to think anymore?"

The red dildo punching his prostate at the same time the realization hit that Yoongi had known about his plan crashed together and Namjoon cried out, coming for the fourth time in under an hour.

He went limp in Yoongi's grip, and the dom climbed off the bed.

He powered both toys off, slowly easing the dildo out of the boys hole. He inspected it, rubbing his fingertip over the entrance and Namjoon shuddered.

Chuckling to himself, Yoongi untied the rope from the bed and Namjoon's ankles, coiling it back up neatly in its box. He grabbed the unused dildos and the vibrator, putting them and the red one into a clear plastic box to be washed later.

He went back to the bed and grabbed the marker, putting a final tally in the box.

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After the bath was filled with warm water, Yoongi shut it off and poured some lavender bath salts, a cup of bubble bath and a few drops of lavender essential oil into the water and mixed it around with his hand.

He set a fluffy towel on the counter and dimmed the lights halfway, before making his way back to the basement, entering the room Namjoon was passed out in.

He approached the bed, kneeling at the front of it. He brushed the boys hair back gently, smiling fondly at how cute the student looked when asleep.

He leaned down and kissed the boys nose, cheeks, forehead, and left a lingering kiss on Namjoon's plush lips.

"Did so well for me, sweet baby sub." He praised, reaching under Namjoon's shoulders and knees to hoist him up, holding the boy close as he made his way back upstairs to the bathroom.

He carefully lowered Namjoon into the tub, the boy whimpering softly at the hot water washing over his skin.

Yoongi looked at the dark words he had written on the students cinnamon skin and reached his hand in, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he traced the words.

Namjoon stirred slightly when Yoongi's hand got close to his cock, and Yoongi retracted his arm, not wanting to wake up the boy early.

He grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the water, scrubbing as gently as he could to get the sweat, marker and come off the boys skin.

There would be no way to get his name off of Namjoon's cock without waking the boy up, so Yoongi left it, wanting Namjoon to discover it later at home anyways. Plus he didn't believe in touching his clients sexually when they were unconscious.

Same with what he had drawn on the boys neck, he didn't want to risk waking him up to get it off, so he left it. It was washable anyways, Namjoon could scrub it off in a minute before going home.

Yoongi grabbed a cup and filled it with water, blocking the water from splashing on Namjoon's face as he turned the cup over the boys hair.

He hummed as he worked shampoo into Namjoon's brown hair, his long fingers lathering up the strands and leaving them smelling like strawberries.

"Thank you for your hard work today, baby." Yoongi praised as he worked. "I was hoping you would pick up on the buntline knot. It took you a little longer to get out of it than I expected, but I'll take that as a compliment to how well I was distracting you. I figured you would be doing research on the side about how to get out of bondage. A smart, beautiful boy like you would definitely do something like that. I wonder what else you looked up, hm baby? I guess I'll find out later, won't I? You keep me on my toes, baby, and I like that a lot. You know damn well I'm soft for you, Namjoon. I like that too."

He knew Namjoon couldn't hear him, but it didn't matter.

He rinsed out the last of the conditioner and toweled off the boys hair.

Namjoon was so pretty when he was asleep, and Yoongi couldn't help but admire him.

His gorgeous skin tone, shining with the water. His dragon eyes. Even closed they were still stunning. His cute little button nose. His beautiful lips, so soft, so full, and so pretty when he smiled. His adorable dimples. His strong, broad body.

He pulled Namjoon out of the water, sitting him against the tub while it drained so he could dry the student off with another towel.

Their heartbeat watches went off at the same time, on a timer whenever it hit 4:00, and Yoongi quickly silenced both of them, not wanting to wake up Namjoon.

The boy stirred for a moment, before going still again.

Yoongi carried him to the bedroom, laying him on the bed and carefully dressing him in the sweatshirt and sweatpants he had bought for the boy to wear at times like this. He pulled the hood up, since most of the body heat left through the head, and tucked the boy under the blankets to rest.

He left a final, lingering kiss to Namjoon's forehead, smelling the strawberry conditioner, and squeezed Namjoon's hand, before flicking the lights off and shutting the door quietly.

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Namjoon waited a few more moments after Yoongi left before cracking his eyes open.

He gazed at the dark room, recognizing it as his own room in Yoongi's house, and he snuggled down deeper into the blankets.

He smirked to himself, having heard everything Yoongi had said in the bathroom.

He liked the fact Yoongi really did have a soft spot for him.

Yawning, he nuzzled his cheek against the pillow and closed his eyes, ready to sleep some more before going home.

And even though Yoongi had won down in the basement, Namjoon counted today as a tie, since he had almost beaten him, and Yoongi himself had said Namjoon did a good job. After all, Namjoon didn't think any of Yoongi's submissive clients had ever gotten as far as Namjoon did in beating the dom at his own sex game.

The door opened softly and Yoongi padded in, holding a glass of water and a tangerine on a tray.

He had changed out of his black suit and into a loose white tee and black sweats. He must have showered quick because his hair was fluffy and his cheeks were pink.

He set the tray down on the bedside table and was about to leave when Namjoon shot his hand out from under the blankets, grabbing Yoongi's wrist tight.

"Nam-"

"Not a sub. Stay with me." Namjoon insisted, his eyes still closed from tiredness.

Yoongi smiled, raising Namjoon's hand up to press a soft, lingering kiss there, before climbing onto the bed behind the student.

He curled against Namjoon's back, his arms wrapping around the boy and holding him tight.

"Goodnight, baby."

Namjoon drifted off to sleep in Yoongi's arms.

Goodnight...Yoongi.

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I like strawberries uwu