Head empty no thoughts just hnnnnnn Yoongie prettieeeeeeee gimme gimmeee

Yall are funny btw, all the chapters that are smut centric have 2x as many views as the other plot centric chapters lmao

Fucking sluts

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It is 3:35, the watch informed Namjoon. Increase speed to maintain timely schedule.

Namjoon huffed, raising a tired hand to brush his sweaty hair out of his face.

He still hadn't managed to figure out how to clean the entire house in just two hours. He was getting a little better; he had learned to do the laundry first so it could get washed while he did other tasks, and had started washing the sex toys in the beginning so they could air dry while he was sweeping, mopping, and vacuuming.

But 'close' wasn't good enough in Yoongi's book and Namjoon was tired of being bent over the dom's knee and spanked to the point he couldn't sit without intense pain shooting up his spine and down his legs.

The vacuum he was using suddenly shut off, and Namjoon was confused as to why until he turned around and saw Yoongi leaning against the wall, holding the unplugged cord.

"Get to your room, pet."

Namjoon blinked. "Sir, it hasn't finished cleaning yet."

"It was doing a shitty job anyways." Yoongi dropped the cord and walked over. "We have company coming, pet. Be a good toy and go to its room."

Namjoon's heart sank when he realized what Yoongi meant.

Another person would be trying their shot at dominating Namjoon.

Namjoon bit his tongue, bowing slightly to Yoongi before heading up the steps. He was wearing the maid costume still and he hoped he would be able to change into a better outfit for the upcoming scene.

He didn't want to do this today; he was tired and didn't feel like dealing with stupid perverted men trying to feel him up.

He entered the room and saw the camera was already set up, patiently waiting to start recording Namjoon's impending scene.

The boy thought about calling Sai, since he knew the dom would come to his rescue, and would chastise Yoongi for doing this, but he didn't have a phone.

Sighing, Namjoon plopped down on the top of his cage, propping his chin on his palm as he rested his elbow on his thigh to wait.

He wasn't kept waiting long; he could hear voices approaching the door.

Yoongi was grinning as he opened the door. "Pet. Come meet your next opponent."

Grudgingly, Namjoon slid off the cage and walked over, wondering what gross dude he was going to have to fight this time.

He stopped abruptly when the newcomer entered the room.

The girl tossed her hair behind her shoulder and smiled at him.

-

Yoongi sipped his whiskey as he sat down on the couch, setting his laptop on his thighs as the stream began.

Namjoon stood there, clearly surprised to see he was up against a woman this time.

She slowly walked around him, hands clasped behind her back as she studied the boy.

"Namjoon, right?" She said. "Nice to meet you. I'm Seoyeon."

Namjoon said nothing, watching her as she entered his vision again.

"Don't think you have to go easy on me," she added. "All my subs are men. I love breaking in beautiful boys like you."

"I don't hurt women." Namjoon took a step back.

"Pity." Her brilliant white teeth flashed as she grinned. "I hurt men."

Yoongi watched as Seoyeon dropped to the floor suddenly, her leg kicking out to knock Namjoon off his feet.

The boy yelped as he fell to his back, narrowly rolling out of the way in time as she pounced on the spot he was just at.

"Shit- stop!" Namjoon was alarmed at her speed, barely backing away in time as she lunged for him. He scrambled to his feet, nearly falling again as he leaned back to avoid her arm lashing out at him. "Stop!"

She didn't listen, however, as the timer had already started and she was determined not to waste a single second. 

Namjoon knew he was stronger than her, and if he could find a way to restrain her or pin her down, he could win. But she was definitely faster, and he had enough to worry about just focusing on dodging her attacks and staying out of her grasp, let alone try to figure out a way to grab her.

"I watched your other videos." Seoyeon said, her long black hair slightly a mess from her exertion. She stepped closer. "I know your plan is either to trap your opponent or trick them. But I'm not like those arrogant, one track minded men. They let their dicks get in their way, as men usually do. But I can multi task. And I have a plan of my own. And you will not trick me."

Namjoon knew she was telling the truth, already he could tell she was his biggest opponent. He abandoned any thoughts of attempting to manipulate her- she wouldn't fall for it. He could see it in her eyes that she had a goal, and nothing would sway her. That only left restraining her as his only option. But how the hell could he do that when he was spending all his time running away from her?

Childishly, Namjoon grabbed the cage and set it between them, using it as an obstacle.

She laughed. "Wow, haven't seen this tactic be used since my childhood."

"Let me guess, you have brothers?" Namjoon sighed. 

Her teeth flashed again as she smirked at him. "Six of them."

"Of course." Namjoon's voice was weary.

Seoyeon lunged again, knocking the cage aside. Namjoon barely spun back in time and her nails scratched through the thin fabric of his maid uniform, raking down the skin of his shoulder.

He hissed in pain, reflexively slapping his hand over the injury. "Ah!"

"Poor baby," she cooed, stalking over. "Did I wreck your pretty dress, Barbie?"

He backed away, camera forgotten as his heart started to pound. He didn't care if thousands of people saw him get beat by a woman, he just wanted to survive the hour. He was hesitant to get near her, nor to let her get near him. He found himself abandoning his strategy of pinning her down in favor of just running away and hoping the clock would run out before she could catch him. 

"Are you just doing this to prove women are as tough as men?" He called, walking backwards as she stalked forwards. He hoped he could distract her by igniting the feminine rage all women seemed to have against the patriarchy. 

"Nope." She smiled, her speed never wavering as she closed the distance between them. 

"Then why?" He stumbled and she pounced again, knocking him to his back on the floor.

He grunted as the air was forcefully expelled from his lungs. He tried to sit up but she was quick to straddle him. He expected her to grab his wrists and pin him down, and he hoped she would do that so that he could easily push her off since he was stronger- but instead her hand reached under his dress and grabbed his cock.

Namjoon stiffened, immediately laying still. Even with the cage on, she could still hurt him, and he didn't want to make any sudden or stupid movements with his manhood in her manicured nails. 

"I'm doing it because of you, sweet little submissive." Seoyeon whispered, leaning in to drag her lips over his cheek. 

He turned his head away, trying to calm his breathing. "Wh- why me?"

"You're gorgeous, Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon was surprised she knew his full name.

She chuckled at his curious expression. "Of course I know who you are, baby. Everyone does now. And from what I've heard, you'll be up for grabs soon."

Namjoon knew what she was talking about. With the rumor making Yoongi out to be a sub instead of a dom, the BDSM rules stated that Namjoon would be considered 'dom-less' by the community, relabeled as a sub that was free for the taking if Yoongi's status was officially changed. 

And that meant other doms and even switches could, and would, swoop in and claim him. 

"I'm Yoongi's." He said coldly, looking into her eyes.

She dragged a sharp nail down the side of his face and he winced, going still. She leaned down and pressed her lips close to his ear, her free hand holding his neck down.

"Not for long." She whispered. "Especially when you're so desirable, little Barbie."

Namjoon struggled beneath her and she tightened her grip, squeezing his neck above the collar, as well as pulling slightly on the cage. It tugged painfully on his sensitive balls and Namjoon quickly stopped.

"Good boy." She praised as he went still. "A quick learner." She kissed his cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick stain. "You'll look so pretty on my bed, Barbie. All dressed up in diamonds, cock wrapped up in a bow and ready to service me whenever I want."

Namjoon felt tears spring up behind his eyelids. He didn't want to belong to someone else, or be in anyone's bed that wasn't Yoongi's. He tried to struggle again but the tugging on his cock made him stop.

"Shhh," Seoyeon wiped his tears away as they slipped down his cheeks. "I'll take good care of you, baby. I know you're a beautiful trophy, meant to be admired and put on display. Those other men will just use you for their own pleasure and toss you aside without appreciating you the way you were made to be appreciated. They won't buy you pretty things like I will, praise you and utilize you like I will."

She kissed down his neck, sucking a hickey on his cinnamon skin. "I'll peg you every night, my pretty submissive. Give you almost anything you want. You know that's a better deal than any man out there would give you."

Namjoon knew she was right, but he still wasn't going to accept it.

"I'm Yoongi's." He stated firmly. "He is my dom, and I only submit to him."

She pulled back and smiled at him. "Maybe for today. But not for this hour. And the future is not certain. Especially when I'm determined to have you, little Barbie."

Before Namjoon could respond, the door was kicked open and they both looked up to see Yoongi staring coldly down at them.

"Time's up." He said.

Namjoon hadn't felt like it had been an hour, and Seoyeon was about to argue but something in Yoongi's tone made her close her mouth instead.

She nodded. "Very well." She released Namjoon and they both stood up, Namjoon getting to his feet much slower. He raised a hand to his cheek and scrubbed away the lipstick stain. 

"Keep him close." Seoyeon said as she passed Yoongi. "He won't be by your side forever, sub."

Yoongi's fingers tightened into fists, but he let her leave without an escalation. 

Namjoon watched as Yoongi walked over to the camera and turned it off. He could tell the dom was angry, and it didn't take a genius to know what had upset him.

"Come, pet." Yoongi walked out of the room and Namjoon hurried to follow. He walked behind the dom, surprised to see Yoongi heading to the bedroom. He hadn't been allowed in this room since the bet started; other than when he had broken in with Sai.

"Strip." Yoongi ordered, pulling out a bottle of lube from the dresser. "And lay down."

Namjoon quickly obeyed, slipping the dress off and climbing onto the bed. He looked at his injured shoulder, seeing a few drops of blood had welled up from the scratches. 

The bed dipped as Yoongi got on, and Namjoon laid down on his front, propping his ass up for the dom.

Yoongi held the bottle over the toys hole, squeezing some lube directly into it. The toy gasped at the sudden sensation of cold liquid dripping into him and drizzling over his ass.

Yoongi prepped it quickly, jabbing two fingers into its tight hole until it stretched to fit a third. Yoongi slid his belt off and pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to take out his cock. He rammed himself inside his toy, making it lurch forward on the bed, its fingers scrabbling at the mattress to ground itself as Yoongi fucked into it hard and fast.

"You're mine, pet." Yoongi growled, leaning over the toys back, where its bold, black tattoo spelled out Yoongi's name down its spine. "You're not going anywhere, you belong to me and me alone. And I'll mark you as many times as I have to until everyone sees you will never belong to anyone else."

Namjoon huffed and groaned as Yoongi punched into him hard with every thrust, trying to catch his breath. His dick tried to swell in the cage, but was suffocated each time.

Yoongi's hands gripped the toys hips tightly, slamming its ass back onto his cock to meet each of his powerful thrusts. 

Namjoon moaned when he felt Yoongi drape himself over his back, the doms mouth finding his shoulder. Yoongi laved his tongue over the wounds in Namjoon's skin, and the boy hissed at the sharp sting.

Yoongi bit down hard, listening to its toy cry out in pain as his sharp teeth pierced its skin. He didn't pull off until his orgasm hit, cum splashing into the toys hole and filling it up.

He released the toys shoulder, checking the imprint his teeth had made that surrounded the scratches.

"Mine." He repeated, still slowly thrusting into his toy.

The toy was breathing hard, with soft cries escaping past its pretty lips as it tried to catch its breath and deal with the rough fucking, its inability to climax and the pain of its shoulder.

Yoongi pushed its ass up higher. "Give me your hand, pet."

After a few moments, it did. It was an awkward angle, but Yoongi guided the hand to its ass and bent its wrist to jam its own fingers into its hole.

"Plug yourself, pet." Yoongi ordered as he slid off the bed. "If one drop spills, it will be punished."

Namjoon groaned, his arm already cramping from the position it was in. He shifted as much as he dared, hoping Yoongi would be back quickly.

He didn't know why the dom still whored him out to other doms when it was clear he was so very possessive over Namjoon. 

Footsteps sounded behind him as Yoongi returned. From the corner of his eye, he watched as Yoongi grabbed a plug, relieved he wouldn't have to have his fingers up his ass for the entire night.

Yoongi pulled Namjoon's hand away and shoved the plug inside, making the boy grunt at the force.

"Up." Yoongi commanded, pulling him off the bed. Namjoon stumbled, seeing a glimpse of the chain that had been his room was now laying on the floor at the end of Yoongi's bed, but he didn't question it as the dom pulled him back to his own room and into the bathroom.

"Shower quick." Yoongi told him, turned the water on and pushing him into the tub.

Namjoon grimaced as the cold water splashed over him, but it warmed up quick and he grabbed the 2-in-1, squirting some into his cupped palm. 

Yoongi leaned against the sink and watched him as he cleaned himself, and Namjoon felt nervous. He didn't want to do something wrong and have Yoongi punish him for it.

He still hadn't ever been rewarded by Yoongi. He wondered if the doms rewards were as powerful as his punishments.

"Forget that." Yoong said when Namjoon grabbed the bottle of hair remover. 

Namjoon set it back down and watched Yoongi turned off the water. The dom ordered him out of the tub and Namjoon sat down on the mat on the floor, looking up as the dom pulled out a large bandaid.

He stuck it over the scratches on Namjoon's shoulder, and Namjoon took in the way Yoongi had deliberately placed it so that his bite imprint would not be covered up by the bandage. 

Yoongi toweled the toys hair off until it was damp instead of soaked, and scrubbed its arms, torso, back and legs dry.

"Does it need to use the toilet?" He asked.

Namjoon nodded. "Yes, dom. Please?"

Yoongi nodded his assent and kept a possessive eye on his toy as he unlocked it from the cage and allowed it to drain its bladder. He wiped his toys cock down with another towel to clean it before locking it away again, ignoring its arousal.

The toy washed its hands and brushed its teeth and hair before Yoongi pulled it by its hand back to his bedroom.

"Congrats, pet." Yoongi pushed it to the floor at the end of the bed. "You got a promotion."

Namjoon was confused, looking up at the dom. Was this like a reward? Or another way Yoongi had thought of to demean him?

"It will be sleeping here every night now." Yoongi said, locking the chain to the heavy leg of the bedframe. He tightened the other cuff to Namjoon's ankle, trapping him within three feet of the bed at all times. 

Namjoon was ecstatic. 

Now he didn't have to sleep in the small, cramped cage anymore. He could stretch out! And lay down on soft carpet instead of cold metal! 

Sure, he was still sleeping on the floor and didn't have a pillow or blanket, but he was back in his old room and he was close to Yoongi again. 

"Thank you, dom." Namjoon said, meaning it. "Thank you."

Yoongi leaned down and hooked two fingers over Namjoon's collar and used that to raise the boy to his feet.

When Yoongi slammed their lips together, Namjoon kissed back eagerly. He opened his mouth and let Yoongi's tongue meet his. 

The kiss was powerful, clearly fueled by Yoongi's possessiveness. It made Namjoon's knees weak as his lungs slowly lost air, and when Yoongi finally pulled back, the boy felt faint. 

"Mine." Yoongi growled, tightening his hold on Namjoon's collar.

"Yours." Namjoon agreed. "All yours, dom."

And the smallest of smiles graced the doms lips.

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Later, as Namjoon settled his head down on his crossed arms for the night, he watched with tired eyes as Yoongi grabbed something small out from under the bed. A blanket was thrown over it to obscure it from Namjoon's sight as Yoongi carried it to the closet and hid it away on a high shelf.

Yoongi locked the closet with a small key, before hiding the key in one of his many drawers.

Yawning, Namjoon quickly forgot about it as he drifted off to sleep.

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remember that this is Yoongi tho lmao, so the promotion is double edged sword mixed with a trap and sprinkled with strings attached uwu

this book is about 60% finished