this went in a slightly different direction than I was originally planning with that one post on my mb, but I think yall will still like it uwu

also, this is fanfiction. pls don't comment about the impossibility of remote controlled toys working at such a distance when fucking mpreg and alien fucking hybrids exist okay some of yall need to sort out ur priorities

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"This is the single most awful, dreadful, beastly, dire, abysmal, abhorrent, offensive, foul, unpleasant, revolting, rotten, obscene, hideous, vile, obnoxious, repulsive, odious, hateful, loathsome, shitty godawful form of torture anyone in the entire world has ever been forced to endure!" Namjoon gasped out, not getting up from the bed as Yoongi slid off the mattress, wiping his hands off on a towel.

The dom hummed, tossing the towel into a hamper. "It's just a plug, sub. You've taken much bigger in the past, with loud moans and begs of 'more, more!', might I add."

Namjoon scowled that his overdramatic theatrics weren't getting the attention it deserved.

"This one is really big though! And it's been a while!" He whined, kicking his legs a little. "It huuuurts!"

"You're just fine, don't be a baby, baby."

Namjoon huffed, giving up. He grabbed a pillow and squished it as he glared at the dom, watching him clean up the room.

Since they were dating and living together now, Yoongi had quit being a professional dominant, and had begun searching for a new career.

Sure, he was still sitting on stacks of money from his previous clients, but eventually it would run out, and Yoongi wanted to have a steady income before that happened.

"You didn't even give me a massage after ruthlessly shoving that giant toy up my poor ass." Namjoon called out, cheek squished against the fluffy pillow. "I'm being abused here."

Yoongi fixed his hair in the mirror, not looking at the whiney sub behind him.

"I asked you at breakfast if you wanted a massage and you said, and I quote: Eugh, and have your dirty pervert hands roaming everywhere on my precious body? Fall down a well and die, nasty pervert!"

Namjoon huffed. "Clearly that meant yes. I want the vanilla massage oil, pervert."

Yoongi shrugged on a black blazer to complete his outfit. He pulled back the sleeve and checked the time.

"My interview is in two hours, sub. I still have to finish getting ready and it takes at least an hour to drive there."

"Abused!" Namjoon whined, kicking his legs against the mattress. "I've never done anything wrong in my life ever and yet here I am, mistreated, disrespected, and abused!"

Yoongi sighed with a soft smile, turning to face his petulant submissive.

He walked over, bending down to cup the boys face and kiss his nose gently.

"Baby, you know dom would never ever disrespect you."

He let the tip of his tongue tease the sensitive shell of the boys ear.

"Unless you begged me to." He whispered with a grin.

Namjoon scowled and sat up, pushing him away. "You wish, asshole."

The plug inside of him shifted at the new position, pushed in further by the added weight and he stifled a groan, clenching around it reflexively.

He wanted Yoongi to fuck him, since it had been a few days since their last time together as the dom had been busy job hunting and Namjoon had been busy with school, but the dom had checked the boys hole and deemed him too tight for a fucking.

"We'll stretch you out for a day, then dom promises tomorrow he'll fuck his cute baby sub the way he deserves." Yoongi had sworn, kissing the student.

Namjoon knew Yoongi always kept his promises, so he hadn't minded waiting.

Though he was still annoyed that they even had to wait and do the stupid stretching. He just wanted to get fucked now damnit.

That should have been the number one perk with living with a professional dominant- free orgasms at the snap of a finger.

But Yoongi would never hurt his precious baby boy. If he said Namjoon was too tight, then he wouldn't put anything big inside of him until he had been properly lubed and stretched first.

Yoongi opened the drawer where he kept the bottles of lube and massage oil.

"We're out of vanilla, baby. Do you want lavender or eucalyptus?"

Namjoon whined. "Vanilla!"

"I'll buy some on my way back." Yoongi shut the door and continued getting ready, and Namjoon debated throwing a tantrum to get some god damn attention around here.

"You're gunna be gone forever and I have to suffer with the world's largest torture device up my poor sensitive hole without a massage or vanilla scent to get me through it." He sniffed. "Other doms wouldn't treat me like this."

"No, they would shove their cocks down your throat and spank you until you cried and couldn't sit for a month." Yoongi replied. "You know damn well you're a spoiled little pillow prince with me, sub."

Namjoon smirked, arms crossed proudly.

Yoongi grabbed his car keys and walked back to the bed, cupping the boys face. He rubbed his thumbs over Namjoons dimples, his fingers massaging gently at the students hair as he leaned in and pressed a few, soft, lingering kisses to the boys forehead.

"I love you baby. Dom will miss you while he's gone."

Namjoon sighed, knowing he would miss the asshole pervert too, though he was too stubborn to say it.

The interview was being held in the next city over, even though the actual building was only twenty minutes away. Since there would be an interview and a follow up interview, Yoongi decided it would be better to just stay at a hotel for two days instead of driving there and back four times.

It wasn't good for the environment, after all.

Namjoon wanted to go, but Yoongi refused to let him miss any school, even though the student had already finished all the homework for the next three months out.

"You're going to get the job, why can't they just hire you without all this interview stuff?" Namjoon mumbled, watching Yoongi grab his wallet. He followed him down the hallway and into the living room.

"Hundreds of people are applying, baby. Who are all qualified and experienced. They need to make sure they're picking the best one." Yoongi explained patiently as he slid his shoes on.

"You're the best one." Namjoon grumbled.

Yoongi smiled. "Thank you for believing in me, baby. But I'm not the best at everything."

"You can cook, you're the best dominant in the world, you can speak French and Latin," Namjoon immediately argued, ticking each trait off on his fingers.

Yoongi chuckled, walking back to ruffle the boys dark hair. "Non dimenticare Italiano, piccola."

Namjoon huffed as Yoongi open the front door. "So I'm just going to be stuck here all alone by myself without anyone else with me for two whole days?"

"You'll be fine, baby. Dom stocked the fridge yesterday."

"But I'll be all by myself! Abuse!"

"Invite Jimin or Hoseok or Jungkook over." Yoongi hovered in the doorway.

"They're at a throuple's retreat in Spain for a week." Namjoon muttered.

Yoongi sighed. "Do you really not want to be alone for two days, baby?"

"Just wanna be with you." Namjoon whined, reaching his arms up for the dom.

"Just because you have the homework completed doesn't mean you can miss school whenever you feel like it. That's what got you held back a year in the first place." Yoongi walked back over to his pouting boy, pushing his arms back down.

"It's only two days!" Namjoon pleaded, utilizing his puppy eyes. "C'mon, I'll warm your cock at the interview!"

"If you really don't want to be alone, I have a friend you can stay with. He's a dom as well, super nice." Yoongi pulled out his phone.

"You're going to drop me off at a pervert strangers house for two days?" Namjoon jumped up. "Look at how perfect my body is! My beautiful face! He won't be able to keep his nasty pervert hands off me!"

"Sai would never, he's a gentleman." Yoongi pushed the boy back down with one hand, his other holding the phone to his ear. "Hey, it's me. Can I ask you a favor?"

Namjoon pouted, whining some more in hopes of getting Yoongi to crack and just take him with, but the dom could be stubborn as well when he wanted to be.

Yoongi hung up. "We're in luck, he doesn't have any clients right now. Pack a bag, sub."

"You're leaving me with a stranger?" Namjoon couldn't believe it.

"He's not a stranger, I've known him for years. Go on." Yoongi nudged him up the stairs.

Namjoon crossed his arms and refused. "I'm not a pet dog you can just drop off at someone's house to be watched."

"Then stop acting like a bitch."

"Abused! No vanilla massage oil, you were mean with the plug and now you're abandoning me with some other pervert! This is pervert hot potato!"

Yoongi sighed, stepping around him to head up the stairs to pack the bag himself.

Namjoon followed him, not done arguing.

Yoongi let his baby whine while he packed the boys clothes, toothbrush and some of his favorite toys into a bag, heading back down the stairs.

Namjoon hurried after him, listing off his fingers all the reasons he was 'abused' right now as they climbed into the car.

Yoongi sped down the road, in a bit of rush since he was running late to his interview now.

He pulled up to Sai's driveway, his sub still complaining without even taking a breath in the seat next to him, and climbed out.

"-like that! And look at his house, only six levels?" Namjoon glared at the home they were walking up to. "I'll die of claustrophobia! He doesn't even have a garden like you do- he wants me to breathe in stale air! How can you leave me with someone who doesn't even have a jacuzzi? It's like you want my muscles to stay tense! And look at this paint! I mean, really?! Eggshell white? He has no sense of inner décor, and I'm supposed to stay in this place for two days? Abused!"

Yoongi rang the doorbell, and then knocked when someone didn't immediately come to cut off his ranting sub.

The door opened and a man smiled at them. "Suga! It's been too long. Please come in!"

He stepped aside to let them into the grand entryway.

"And this must be Namjoon." Sai offered his hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you. You're as gorgeous as Suga praises about."

Namjoon crossed his arms, making a face. "You cologne smells cheap. I bet you use cheap lotion too. Don't touch me, pervert."

Yoongi sighed deeply. "I'm sorry, he's just cranky this morning. I'm really grateful you're helping us out, Sai."

"Of course, I'm honored you chose me." Sai smiled.

"Well I'm not!" Namjoon butted in loudly.

Yoongi placed his hand on the boys hair, pushing him down to sit on the floor. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I just didn't want him to be all alone for two days." Yoongi told the dom. "Whatever price you want, I'll pay."

"I wouldn't dream of asking for a single cent! I would love getting to know the scene's most popular sub." Sai gushed.

"Not a sub!" Namjoon piped up, arms crossed as he sat on the floor.

"I packed his favorite toys, so if he stays cranky just pull one of those out to calm him down. He's a huge brat." Yoongi warned. "Don't let him get away with anything or he'll run you over."

Sai chuckled. "I've heard he's not the typical sub, but you're not the typical dom, so I think you two are perfect for each other."

"Hey! This floor is hard and cold! Haven't you ever heard of carpet?" Namjoon called.

Yoongi bent down, cupping the boys squishy cheeks in his pale hands. "Dom is leaving now, baby. You be a good boy for Sai, I mean it."

Namjoon grumbled, shifting. "Want to go with."

"I know you do baby, but your education is important. If I was a jerk who didn't want you to succeed I would take you with me. But I care about your future." Yoongi kissed the boys nose. "Two days will fly by, you'll see."

Namjoon pouted, watching Yoongi stand up to leave. "I'm abused."

"You're not abused, sweetheart." Yoongi grabbed his keys. "Thanks again, Sai."

"Not a problem Yoongi!" Sai followed him to the door. "Good luck with your interview, though I know you won't need it."

Namjoon watched them at the door, sad to see Yoongi go. He looked around the new house, feeling small and out of place. He just wanted to be back at home, in bed with Yoongi's arms around him.

Sai closed the door and Namjoon hurried to his feet, scrambling over to the window to pull back the curtain, watching Yoongi's car pull away.

He continued watching the road even after the car drove out of sight.

"Namjoon, do you want anything to eat or drink?" Sai offered.

Namjoon shook his head, not letting go of the curtain. "Yoongi's the best cook, everything else will taste like shit."

Sai chuckled. "True, Yoongi makes the best food. I do have a world class chef on duty until midnight, though, and he's pretty good too. If you want me to put an order in, just let me know. Woo would be honored to make you anything you'd like."

Namjoon continued looking out the window, imagining Yoongi's car coming back.

Sai picked up the boys bag. "I have many empty guest rooms upstairs, if you want to follow me you can go pick out whichever one you want."

Namjoon reluctantly tore himself away from the window, stomping after the dom as Sai led him to the elevator.

"Would you mind pressing three for me?" Sai asked as the doors shut, holding the boys bag.

Namjoon scowled and crossed his arms. "Don't order me around, I'm not a sub."

"Of course not, I didn't mean it like that. You're just closer to the buttons, is all." Sai reached over, pressing the third floor button.

The elevator lifted them up, soft flute music playing from the speakers.

"Yoongi plays better music." Namjoon mumbled.

Sai chuckled. "To each their own, for music."

The lift stopped and the doors opened.

"After you," Sai ushered.

Namjoon stepped out, looking at the grand hallway. "So you're a pro dom too?"

"Something like that." Sai headed down the maroon painted walls, gold framed pictures hanging on either side of them. "Yoongi takes any clients who want his service. I only train subs."

Namjoon followed, looking at the paintings. "Yoongi hates Monet."

"To each their own, for art."

He stopped in front of a door and opened it. "This room overlooks the front yard, so you'll be the first to know when Yoongi gets back."

Namjoon stepped inside, surveying the large room with its four poster bed, walk in closet and connecting bathroom.

"Yoongi's room is better."

"I don't doubt. Money can't buy domesticity." Sai put the bag down on the desk. "Make yourself at home, Namjoon. Woo will have dinner ready for us shortly."

Namjoon sat on the bed after the dom left, pulling out his phone to call Yoongi.

He turned on the camera and curled up on the large bed, holding a pillow close.

Yoongi answered after a few rings, the camera showing he was still driving.

"Miss me already, sub?"

Namjoon scowled. "I don't miss you at all pervert. Stay away longer."

Yoongi chuckled. "You're being nice to Sai, right?"

Namjoon shrugged. "He bossed me around."

"Sai isn't bossy. I bet anything that he asked you politely to do something and you were a stubborn brat about it."

Namjoon sighed, looking his boyfriend over as Yoongi paid attention to the road. "Why are they even having the interview so far away? That's dumb and stupid."

"Because they're interviewing a lot of people at once. They needed a big space to do it." Yoongi explained again.

"It's just a language teacher job, why are they making such a big deal about it?" Namjoon muttered, running his finger along the silk blankets he was laying on.

"It's more than that, baby. It's a translator position for high ranking government officials. They need to make sure they're hiring only the best."

Namjoon huffed. "Well...they're still stupid."

Yoongi chuckled. "I miss you too, baby."

Namjoon looked Yoongi over, hating and loving how easily Yoongi could always read him. "What if you get the job and they want to send you overseas somewhere?"

"I won't let that happen, baby. Not unless you can come with me. You're my first priority, sweetheart. Not work."

Namjoon felt a little bit better. "What if they make you stay late all the time and I don't get to see you as much anymore? What if their secretary is hot? What if they want you to seduce the criminals to get information?"

Yoongi smiled at him. "I'll be making it known right away that I need to be home by six every day, and I won't be available on the weekends, because I have my beautiful boyfriend to get back home to. And no matter how sexy the secretary is, they'll never be more alluring than you are, my sweet boy. Besides, if they want information from a criminal, they'll bring you in to annoy them into talking."

Namjoon blushed, always reassured by Yoongi's words, because he knew the dom always meant them.

"Well...hurry back, pervert."

"I promise, baby. Have I ever broken a promise?"

"No..." Namjoon admired him.

"I love you, Namjoon."

"I don't hate you either, asshole."

"Apologize to Sai for being rude earlier."

Namjoon scowled. "I'm not an apology person."

"You are for tonight. He's a great guy."

Namjoon huffed. "Whatever. I hope it rains wherever you are."

Yoongi chuckled. "Have a good night, my baby sub."

"Not a sub, pervert." Namjoon hung up, feeling better.

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The scent of delicious food roused Namjoon from his room. He followed the scent down a winding staircase, hearing the sounds of cooking getting louder.

He peeked around the corner, peering into the kitchen to see Sai setting the table.

The dom looked up and noticed him with a warm smile. "Ah, Namjoon! I was just about to come get you. Dinner is ready!"

Namjoon walked over slowly, eyeing all the food. "Is someone else coming?"

"No, just us. Woo always makes a lot of food, because his motto is better too much than too little." Sai chuckled, pulling out a chair for the boy. "Have a seat."

Namjoon sat down, seeing all his favorite foods had been prepared.

"Yoongi sent me a list of your favorites, and I just gave it to Woo." Sai explained. "Suga is really the best of the best."

Namjoon agreed, taking a little of everything onto his plate. "He wants me to apologize to you."

Sai laughed. "Oh?"

Namjoon shoved a bite of food into his mouth, not saying anything else.

"Well, let Yoongi know that you don't have to. I know it can be a lot to take in, being in such a different place by yourself." Sai said as he ate. "Just know I'm here for you, Namjoon."

Namjoon had to agree with Yoongi; Sai really was a gentleman.

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After dinner, Namjoon went back up to his room, getting lost a few times which made him miss the simplicity of Yoongi's house.

He grabbed his bag and walked to the bed, changing into pajamas.

As he went to grab his toothbrush, his hand brushed against something silicone, and he pulled out his favorite vibrator.

He loved it because it was connected to an app on Yoongi's phone, so Yoongi could control it.

He quickly climbed into bed and pulled out his phone, calling the little dom.

Yoongi picked up, turning on his camera before Namjoon could order him to, already knowing what his sub wanted.

The dom was sitting in a hotel room chair, the lights from the city lit up in the night from the window behind him, a glass of hotel complimentary wine in his hand.

"Wow," Namjoon commented, under his covers. "They set you up at the Ritz."

Yoongi smiled, setting his glass down. "I'd rather be at home with my cute baby."

Namjoon didn't disagree.

"Called to say goodnight, baby?"

Namjoon held up the vibrator. "Play with me."

Yoongi smirked. "Baby wants to help dom de-stress?"

"I want to get pleasured. If you happen to enjoy it too then that's purely coincidence." Namjoon kicked off his pants, feeling the plug from earlier. The one he knew was also connected to Yoongi's phone.

Yoongi chuckled at his subs cute way of avoiding saying whatever he really meant. "Lay on your back, baby."

Namjoon obeyed, spreading his legs as he held the vibrator in one hand and propped his phone up with a pillow, positioning it to be right next to his head.

"Close your eyes baby," Yoongi murmured in his ear.

Namjoon let his eyelids close, hearing Yoongi as if he was there in the room with him.

Yoongi powered both toys on, smiling when Namjoon jolted at the sudden stimulation. He wished he could kiss the boys dimples...bite his lips...

"Keep them closed for me," Yoongi whispered. "Let dom do all the work."

Namjoon held the vibrator against his cock, knowing that was all he had to do, that Yoongi would take care of the rest.

"Good boy. You can come whenever you want." Yoongi said gently, slowly turning up the speed of the vibrator.

Namjoon parted his lips slightly, breathing heavier as his cock started to harden. It had been a few days since he and Yoongi had been able to do anything with their busy schedules, so he knew he wasn't going to last long.

Yoongi toyed with him first, letting Namjoon get used to the speed, his hips working up a rhythm to match, and then the dom would change it.

Namjoon huffed after the fifth change- a series of short, quick burst now- legs kicking under the blankets. "Asshole bitch."

Yoongi chuckled. "Dom wants his pleasure too, baby. Spread your legs wider."

Namjoon grumbled, eyes still closed, but parted his legs more. After living with Yoongi, he was almost able to do the splits.

"Put your free hand over the base of the plug." Yoongi instructed. "Don't pull it out, push against it."

Namjoon listened, reaching a hand between his legs to press his palm flat against the base, nudging the toy in a little deeper.

He moaned when it was now pushing against his prostate, grinding himself against his own hand.

Yoongi watched him, turning up both toys. "Move the vibrator up and down. Slowly."

Namjoon slowly dragged the tip of the vibrator from the base of his cock up to the head, then slowly went back down.

Yoongi changed the settings, letting the sub feel the full power of the vibrator over his cock.

When it got to the tip, he ordered Namjoon to leave it there and switched the pattern to short bursts, with a pause between each burst.

Namjoon groaned, wanting a warm hand to grab his cock and jerk him off quickly, but each of his were busy, and Yoongi was purposely only focusing on his tip now, knowing it was the boys most sensitive spot.

"Leave it." Yoongi said when he saw the boy moving the vibrator. "Or I'll turn them both off."

Namjoon huffed. "Wanna come!"

"You'll come in the position dom tells you. Move your hand back."

Namjoon grumbled under his breath, turning his head away from the camera, knowing Yoongi wanted to his face when he came.

"Baby." Yoongi warned.

Namjoon ignored him, bucking his hips against the silk blankets as he felt himself getting close to the edge.

Yoongi shut off both toys.

Namjoon gasped as his pleasure immediately receded, his orgasm vanishing like a puddle on a scorching day.

"Move your hand back, and face me." Yoongi ordered in his ear.

Too desperate to finish what they started, Namjoon obeyed without arguing. He quickly turned his head back and moved his hand up, placing the vibrator once again against his tip.

Yoongi made him wait a few moments, before turning both toys back on full force.

Namjoon moaned at the sudden stimulation; his orgasm sparking back to life like it had been jumpstarted. It rose quickly, and Namjoon opened his eyes, wanting to see Yoongi's beautiful face before he came.

Yoongi smiled when his baby looked at him, his eyes starry and unfocused, his beautiful lips parted as pants escaped from in between them, cinnamon skin shiny with sweat.

"Baby, come for me." Yoongi encouraged.

With a powerful shudder and a soft cry, Namjoon did.

Yoongi kept the toys on, helping him through it, and slowly powered them down more and more, until he switched them off.

Namjoon panted, letting go of the vibrator as he came down.

"Did so beautiful, my sweet Namjoon." Yoongi praised in his ear. "My perfect baby sub."

Namjoon shuffled to sit up against the headboard and pulled the soiled blankets off. "Think Sai'll mind?"

"I'll buy him a new one." Yoongi chuckled. "Go get washed up baby."

Namjoon grabbed the phone, taking it with him to the bathroom.

"So, how's the job thing going?"

-

He slept in late the next day, and passed the time watching movies in Sai's indoor theater, swimming in the pool and playing on the dom's high tech gaming set up after getting back from school.

Yoongi was right, the two days had passed by quickly.

The two were sitting in the movie theater that evening when the door opened and Yoongi stepped in.

"Hey, close the door." Namjoon scowled as the 3D image was ruined by the light shining in.

Sai stood up, taking off the red and blue glasses. "Welcome back, Suga. How was the interview?"

"It went good. How was my sub?" Yoongi walked down the stairs to where they were sitting.

"Not a sub." Namjoon ignored them, still watching the screen as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

"He was exactly himself." Sai complimented.

Yoongi smiled at the boy, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "He was a brat, wasn't he?"

"What are you going to do about it, huh?" Namjoon taunted, taking off his glasses too.

Yoongi grabbed his face and leaned down, kissing the boys forehead.

Sai stepped back to let the two stand up, leading them out of the theater. "I appreciate you letting me have the honor of getting to know Namjoon, Suga. Any time he wants to come over, he's more than welcome."

"Thanks for helping me out. I'll write you a blank check." Yoongi said, taking Namjoon's hand as he slid the boys bag over his shoulder.

Sai shook his head. "I won't take any payment. Just promise you'll both visit for the holidays."

"I promise." Yoongi looked to Namjoon. "Ready to go, baby?"

"Can't it wait?" Namjoon whined. "I want to swim in the pool some more."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Don't you want to go home?"

"I'll go back once you get an indoor pool bigger than a football field like Sai does."

Yoongi chuckled, leading the boy to the door. "Come on, brat."

They climbed into the car, with Namjoon waving goodbye to Sai.

"Did you get the job?" He asked, facing forward in his seat. He held Yoongi's hand while the dom drove.

"They offered me the position." Yoongi confirmed. "I start on Monday."

Namjoon snorted. "Of course they did, I knew it. Why did they even waste time making you drive all the way over there?"

Yoongi brought their joined hands up, kissing the boys fingers. "Thank you for believing in me, baby."

"Always, pervert."

-

They climbed into bed together that night, cuddling into each others arms under the familiar blankets.

Namjoon inhaled the doms scent, relaxing against Yoongi's body heat.

He had missed this.

Yoongi kissed him softly. "Goodnight, my sweet baby boy."

He held Namjoon tightly, ready to fall asleep after so much driving.

He was about to drift off, when a hand patting his face roused him back awake.

"Hey, pervert." Namjoon said loudly. "You promised."

"Promised what?" Yoongi caught the boys hand.

"To fuck me. You promised." Namjoon was annoying.

Yoongi sighed. "I did, didn't I?"

The boy was already taking off his clothes.

The dom sighed again, sitting up and unbuttoned his shirt. "I did."

Namjoon grinned, the little shit that he was, as he laid down, Yoongi hovering over him.

Yoongi kissed him again.

"I love you, baby."

Namjoon kissed him back.

"I don't hate you either, pervert."