Thigh Fucking
How Namjoon sees himself:
How Yoongi sees him:
Yoongi and his notorious dirty talk yall *moans* it does get a little demeaning so if ur not into that be warned, it's during the scene when Namjoon rides Yoongi's thigh after they get back home, also some spanking and crying but it ends well uwu
Also, I used Google for the French translations so please forgive me for all the errors in there skskksk stay in school kidz
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Yoongi met Namjoon at the door at 3:00 sharp, surprising the student by opening the door before the boy could even knock, his hand still raised.
"We have to make a quick errand before our session today." Yoongi said, pulling Namjoon back down the driveway, where he unlocked his car with his key.
"What? What errand?" Namjoon climbed in beside Yoongi.
He felt a little miffed the dom was doing this on their time, when, from what he gathered, Yoongi had the other 23 hours of the day all free, since he didn't have any other clients this month while their bet was going on.
As if reading his mind, Yoongi answered as he reversed down the driveway. "I have to pick up a suit from the tailors. And I know it's unfortunate for us that it happens during our session, but Piere called just before you showed up and said it's ready. I need it for an event later this week and right now is the only available time slot he has to make sure it fits."
Namjoon crossed his arms as he looked out the window. "Whatever. Less time I have to spend naked in your pervert basement."
Yoongi slid his gaze over to him and smirked. "Don't be jealous, baby. Piere is just a friend."
Namjoon scowled. "I'm not fucking jealous, asshole. Take your time with him, have that cliché dressing room sex for the whole hour, I don't care."
Yoongi chuckled, driving one handed as he slid his other hand over their seats to Namjoon's thigh, rubbing the smooth denim.
"Hey, focus on the road, pervert!" Namjoon snapped, shoving Yoongi's hand off.
Yoongi replaced it and squeezed the boys thigh, slowly working his way up. "Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back, sub."
"You're going to crash and kill us!" Namjoon exclaimed, grabbing at Yoongi's hand tightly. "That goes against our contract, you can't break any laws or hurt me! Keep your eyes on the road!"
"They are."
Namjoon looked up and was stunned to see Yoongi was indeed focused on the road, his hand never leaving Namjoon's thigh as his fingers squeezed and probed the thick flesh.
"Now spread your legs."
Namjoon slowly obeyed, tucking his arms behind the small of his back.
Yoongi smiled, still not taking his eyes off the road. "Good boy."
His warm hand cupped the student through his shorts, palming him slowly, sometimes just holding him as he drove, coming neatly to a stop at all the red lights and using his blinker when turning.
Namjoon stared at him, entranced by Yoongi's side profile and the way he could use both hands simultaneously for very different things.
He tried not to get hard, shifting his hips as Yoongi played with him, the doms hand sliding up under Namjoon's shorts, the warmth causing Namjoon to shiver slightly.
Just as Yoongi's fingers brushed against his boxers, the car parked and Yoongi withdrew his hand, unbuckling.
Namjoon blinked, looking out the window to see they had arrived at the tailors and he quickly scrambled out of the car, turning away from the building to yank his shirt down as far as it could go, trying to cover his bulge.
Yoongi waited by the door, holding it open with an amused smile. "Come on, baby."
Namjoon scowled, stomping inside. "Asshole."
A black haired man peered around the corner. "Ah, c'est Yoongi?"
"Bonjour Piere," Yoongi greeted, walking over.
Namjoon watched the two embrace, kissing each others cheeks and laughing. He glared, Yoongi's French not helping to diminish his boner.
Of course Yoongi knew French.
Another day, another reason to hate Yoongi.
"Désolé de vous appeler à si court préavis," Piere said, walking deeper into the store. "Vous êtes mon client préféré, donc je voulais massurer que vous avez un ajustement avant votre date."
"C'est bon." Yoongi assured him. "Namjoon doesn't mind."
He turned to look at the boy over his shoulder, laughing silently when Namjoon stuck his tongue out at him.
"Ah, and this is the Namjoon?" Piere studied him too. "Bonjour! Any friend of Yoongi's is the friend of mine!"
"Uh, hey." Namjoon held his hand out to shake but Piere laughed and yanked him in for a tight hug, kissing Namjoon's cheeks.
Surprised, Namjoon went still. He knew this was the custom greeting in France, but he was still caught off guard by a random male kissing him.
"Would the Namjoon like a fitting too?" Piere asked as they continued walking. "I can make room for Yoongi's friend."
"That's okay, another time maybe." Yoongi said. "I don't want to hold you up, I know you're busy."
He looked back at Namjoon. "Piere is the number one tailor in all of Korea, Namjoon."
Namjoon just nodded, feeling out of place in the fancy suite with his discounted basic clothes his mom had bought him last year.
"Here we are." Piere stepped into a changing room and grabbed a white box with a red bow on it and handed it to Yoongi. "Please, try it on and let me know what needs a fix."
Yoongi took the box and faced Namjoon. "I'll be right back. Behave."
Namjoon frowned, not liking being spoken to like he was a child, especially in front of other people. "Make me."
Piere fussed over Namjoon as soon as Yoongi left to change.
"Oh, vos vêtements, you need to wear more greens, the Namjoon. I will undo this button, it will show more of your skin tone, d'accord? Et les femelles vont adorer." He winked, and Namjoon's mind scrambled to keep up.
He had taken French, Spanish, German, Italian, Chinese and sign language in his freshman year, but he was a little rusty now.
"Monsieur?" He cringed at his accent, but Piere gave him an encouraging smile.
"Oh, appelez-moi Piere, the Namjoon." Piere said, still fussing over Namjoon's clothes, ruffling the boys hair and adjusting the hem of his shirt.
"Piere, did you say something earlier about Yoongi having a date?" He asked, trying to call what the two had been talking about. "Yoongi a-t-il une date?"
Piere's smile widened. "Ah, oui. Yoongi has a big event soon! Grand événement!"
He turned the student around to face a large floor to ceiling mirror, so Namjoon could see how he looked now. With his collar turned back, the first two buttons of his shirt undone and his hair slightly messed up, he looked more relaxed, like he was on a summer stroll instead of feeling lost in a fancy shop.
He smiled, admiring the look. "Merci, Piere."
"Very welcome, the Namjoon." Piere beamed, and Namjoon decided he liked the tailor.
"Quel est le grand événement?" Namjoon asked.
"Ah," Piere looked away. "I shouldn't say. Yoongi is private guy, you know?"
Namjoon was tempted to say he was much more private with Yoongi but then the curtain was pulled back and Yoongi stepped out.
Both males turned to look at him as the dom strolled out in the black suit.
Piere gasped. "Oh, Yoongi! Vous avez lair spectaculaire! Stupéfiant! Beau! It fits perfect! I will not change a thing!"
Namjoon stared as Yoongi studied himself in the mirror, the dom smiling as he appraised his reflection, running his pale hands over the black clothing.
"Merci beaucoup, Piere. Travail exceptionnel comme toujours. I love it. Charge my card, will you?"
Piere waved him off with a 'pah!'. "Yoongi my favorite customer, you know I will never charge full price. It's my honor to dress such a beautiful body."
He nudged Namjoon. "You are in agreement, droite?"
Namjoon shrugged and let his eyes wander up to the ceiling.
Yoongi chuckled. "I'll still tip."
He made to head back into the changing room but Piere grabbed his arm. "Attendre! You look so perfect, you must wear it out!"
"Are you sure?" Yoongi asked. "I don't want to get it dirty before the event."
"Yes, yes, is fine. Machine wash with cold water." Piere insisted. He took Yoongi's plain clothes and bundled them into the white box, thrusting it into the doms arms.
Yoongi laughed. "D'accord, if you insist."
Namjoon was sure Piere was trying to torture him as they walked back out of the store and into the car.
He placed the white box over his lap, pretending he didn't see Yoongi's smirk as the dom drove them back home.
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"We still have about twenty minutes." Yoongi said as they entered the living room. He collapsed on the couch as he flipped through his phone. "I think that's enough time for you to do some more training, sub. We still need to work that gag reflex out-"
Namjoon walked up to him, pushing Yoongi against the cushions as he sat down on the doms thigh.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow at him, legs spread out on the couch. "And what do you think you're doing, sub? Touching dom without permission? Being on my good furniture?"
"You assaulted my thigh earlier, I'm returning the favor." Namjoon replied, rocking down on the doms black clad thigh. His hands gripped the upper body part to keep himself steady as he dragged himself up and down.
Yoongi knew he should punish Namjoon for breaking all these rules, especially on his brand new suit. He should kick the sub off, pin him to the floor, spank him breathless and leave him locked in a cock cage for a week.
But he instead settled back, his other leg kicking up to rest his foot against the coffee table.
"Go on then." He said, watching.
Namjoon paused, not expecting Yoongi to actually allow him to do this.
He had expected to get away with it for about three seconds before the dom would punish him for it, obviously going light on it since Yoongi liked him, and then the session would be over.
"I said. Go on then." Yoongi repeated, eyes narrowing as he stared at Namjoon. "Horny slut wants to get off so badly, huh? Go ahead then, baby. Use dom's thigh to get yourself off. Put on a good show, sub. Dom is watching."
Namjoon blinked, mentally calculating how much his pride would suffer if he shamefully slinked off now, versus actually grinding against Yoongi's thigh and getting off to it.
He decided to go for it, since he would at least actually be able to come with the second option.
So he grabbed Yoongi's upper thigh again, a little harder this time, and slowly ground himself down on Yoongi's designer black suit.
"Pathetic sub," Yoongi continued, sounding above him as Namjoon hung his head as he worked. "Can't even come without dom. Dumb bitch so useless on his own. Too desperate to come he couldn't even take his clothes off first. I have the most useless sub."
Namjoon ignored him, working up a rhythm he liked, finally glad he was getting aroused by his own efforts, and not by Yoongi torturing him.
Yoongi had his head in his hand, his other holding up his phone as he scrolled through his messages, not even looking at Namjoon.
"Always coming like a basic slut whenever you're over here." Yoongi continued, shaking his head with a sigh. "And how many times have I come, hm? Useless sub, can't even please his master, yet jumps at every chance he can to get himself off."
Namjoon's cheeks flushed at Yoongi's words, hips stuttering slightly.
"If the other dominants out there saw you they wouldn't hesitate to break out the whips and canes. You would be a crying, shaking, pathetic, come covered mess, sub. We both know it. We both know I've been soft on you. You wanna act all tough and in charge yet you know damn well you've been getting it easy from me, so how tough does that make you?"
Namjoon did know that, very well actually. His cock hardened under Yoongi's degrading words, and he was more than a little humiliated since he knew Yoongi could feel it. His nails dug into Yoongi's thigh as a shiver of pleasure raced down his spine, stimulating his cock further.
For some reason, having the power to make an intimidating, educated, experienced, handsome dom like Yoongi go easy on him made Namjoon feel...pleased with himself. A little powerful even.
If he was going to be forced to be a sub, he was going to abuse the power that came with it.
"Dom..." He moaned, tossing his head back. He ground harder on Yoongi's soft thigh, backing up to press his cock directly against Yoongi's bent knee for harder friction.
Yoongi stared at him, no longer looking at his phone, and Namjoon was pleased with himself for catching him off guard.
He moaned loudly, using Yoongi's leg to get himself off, feeling the friction increased from all the fabric between them.
Wanting to be a little shit and see how far he could get away with this, Namjoon let his fingers inch closer to Yoongi's covered cock, fingertips massaging the area as he pretended to adjust his grip, sliding himself back onto the doms thigh.
Yoongi growled in a warning tone, but then Namjoon leaned against Yoongi's chest, burying his face in Yoongi's neck as he continued to rut against the dom.
Yoongi knew Namjoon had a sensitive neck, Namjoon wanted to know if the opposite was also true.
For science.
For his future plan.
He moaned against the pale skin, fingers still curling and prodding against Yoongi's spread front, mouthing against the doms neck.
Yoongi was still, letting Namjoon do what he wanted.
"Dom," Namjoon moaned, getting closer to his climax. He wanted to work Yoongi up as much as he could before that happened, so he wrapped his arms over Yoongi's shoulders, nuzzling the doms neck. "Ah...dom...need you..."
Yoongi growled, his hands shooting out and grabbing the boys hips, helping him grind down.
Namjoon tossed his head back again, exposing his neck for Yoongi.
"Namjoon." Yoongi's voice was deep, and when the student looked into the doms eyes, he was shocked at the dark lust that glittered there.
"Come for me."
Stuttering on his own breath, Namjoon did, eyes clenching shut as pleasure crashed over him, spilling into his boxers.
Yoongi watched him come down from his high, thumbs rubbing over the boys hips, dipping just below the boys waistband and under Namjoon's shirt to feel the hot skin.
As soon as Namjoon looked coherent again, Yoongi shoved him to the floor, surprising the boy as he manhandled him onto his front, ass up in the air.
He grabbed the boys sensitive cock tightly, making Namjoon gasp in pain as he spanked the boys ass as hard as he could.
"Have you had your fun, you fucking slut?" Yoongi growled in Namjoon's ear, slapping him hard again. "Hm? Thought you could act your way out of a punishment if you just moaned dom a few times? Do I look as stupid as you, sub?"
Namjoon winced at the tight grip on his cock, hands desperately grabbing Yoongi's, crying out softly as another hard hit rocked his body.
"Look at you, ass up on my floor with a mess in your pants like a helpless two year old." Yoongi scolded him, spanking him again. "Fucking pathetic. Couldn't even finish without doms help. A disappointment of a sub. Look at me, whore. I'm well respected, adored and wanted in this community by subs, switches and even other doms alike. I could have any one I want, whenever I want, however I want, and yet I have you; a useless toy that never works and is only good for getting itself off with my help."
Namjoon stiffened upon hearing that, holding his breath.
"I could put an ad out saying I'm looking for a submissive and I would get a hundred replies in a minute." Yoongi continued, shoving Namjoon onto his back and leaned over him. "You think I'm joking? You want me to go prove it right now? Why should I keep a useless, disobedient, disgrace to the name of a sub like you around when I could have someone who's actually worth a damn-"
Yoongi cut himself off when he saw Namjoon was crying.
Their watches went off loudly, telling them the hour was over, but neither made a move to shut them off.
Finally, Yoongi reached down and silenced both of them.
Namjoon had his hands pressed over his face, sobbing behind them.
"Namjoon..." Yoongi climbed off the boy, gently coaxing the students hands away from his face. "Baby..."
Namjoon took in a shuddering breath, looking up at Yoongi as tears spilled down his cheeks.
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry," Yoongi brushed the boys tears away softly. "I didn't mean that, I was just in the headspace..."
Namjoon scrubbed his eyes and sat up, pushing Yoongi away.
"Baby, I would never want to replace you." Yoongi said, refraining from touching the boy, even though his heart wanted to. "I don't want anybody else, I only want you. Only need you, baby. I swear. I was being mean, honey, I'm sorry."
Namjoon finally looked at him, his eyes red. "Yoongi..."
"Baby, did we talk about safewords being used for whenever you're uncomfortable? It isn't limited to just a physical scene, it's used for emotional and mental scenes as well. If I failed to emphasize that with you before starting this bet then I failed you and I am so sorry." Yoongi bit his lip, feeling his own tears arise.
"No..." Namjoon scrubbed his eyes and stared at the floor. "I know you only said that because of what I did. I just...it just felt...real and I...my parents have said similar things and..."
Yoongi's heart cracked. "Baby, can I hug you?"
Namjoon nodded, holding his arms out and Yoongi rushed into them, cradling the boy close against him, one arm wrapped around the students waist, the other holding Namjoon's head so carefully.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, with Yoongi murmuring praise in Namjoon's ear, telling him he wasn't useless, wasn't pathetic, wasn't going to be replaced with anyone ever.
Namjoon took a deep breath, finally over his emotions and he pulled back.
"Yoongi...what was the big event?"
"Hm?"
"Your suit, Piere said you had it made for a big event. Is it a date?"
Yoongi smiled. "No, silly sub. That would break our contract."
"Then what is it?" Namjoon asked as Yoongi stood up, helping the boy to his feet as well.
"Don't worry about it, baby. Let's get you into some clean clothes."
"I wanna know!" Namjoon insisted, barely refraining from stomping his foot.
Yoongi sighed. "It's a BDSM get together, sweetheart. Next weekend."
Namjoon stared. "So...you're going to a giant orgy?"
Yoongi burst out a laugh, pulling Namjoon close so he could press a kiss to the boys nose.
"No, it's a formal party for subs, switches, doms and anyone who is interested in the lifestyle gathers to talk, learn and meet people. I mean, there is rooms for people to play in, but I won't be going to those, since we have our little bet going on."
Namjoon thought it over. "I want to go."
Yoongi stopped. "Baby, I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"Why not?" Namjoon crossed his arms, not letting Yoongi lead him up the stairs to get changed. Although he wanted to get out of these soiled clothes, his interest in the event took precedence.
"Because we aren't actual partners." Yoongi explained. "I know people there and they'll be asking questions that we can't answer, at least not truthfully. Some of them take the lifestyle very seriously and wouldn't appreciate us making a bet out of it, even with all the consent."
"So we just won't tell them." Namjoon shrugged. "Besides, at the end of this one of us is going to win and then we both will be partners in a BDSM lifestyle, so the lies will become truths."
Yoongi just smiled, reaching for the boys hand again. "Come on baby, let dom clean you up and make you some tea. You don't need to worry about the event, it's on a Saturday so it won't make us miss a session and I'll tell you all about it when we meet on Monday, okay?"
Namjoon pulled his hand away. "I want to go."
Yoongi sighed. "Namjoon, there's certain rules and procedures partners must follow in gatherings like that, and with your stubborn attitude and lack of knowledge-"
"I don't lack knowledge." Namjoon said. "You made me cry, the least you can do it let me go with you. I promise I'll follow the rules and be respectful."
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Why do you want to go so bad?"
Namjoon shrugged. "It's like learning a new language, immersion is the best way to learn. And it's a big part of your life. I want to see it."
Yoongi thought it over. "Fine. You can come with me. On two rules."
Namjoon's happiness was immediately halted. "What rules?"
"First, you abide by all the BDSM customs, including attire, greetings, etiquette, and will listen to what I say when I say it, no arguing, hesitating or disobeying." Yoongi said sternly. "I won't make you do anything I know you won't be comfortable with, so you have to trust me when we get there, because I won't be as soft with you as I am here."
After getting a glimpse as to how rough Yoongi could actually be, Namjoon nodded. He did trust Yoongi.
"I'll be a good sub." Namjoon promised. "What's the second rule?"
Yoongi smiled. "You let me kiss you."
Namjoon rolled his eyes, but he felt happiness bubble up inside him that Yoongi wanted to be affectionate with him.
"Fine, pervert. Get it over with fast."
Yoongi pulled him close and cupped the boys face with both hands, kissing him softly.
Namjoon let him pull back first, knowing the dom needed confirmation Namjoon was really okay.
"Now will you let me take care of you?" Yoonig huffed, pretending to be frustrated.
Namjoon shook his head. "It's after 4, I don't have to listen to you, asshole."
Yoongi watched him skip to the door, opening it and heading to his car.
"Kim Namjoon..."
He chuckled and headed to his laundry room, taking off his suit as he did.
Now what did Piere say? Wash with cold water?
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Even though he was driving home in come stained boxers, Namjoon counted today as a win.
After all, only half of the tears he had shed had been fake.
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