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His back was sweaty, his legs hurt and Seongmin frankly was so hard, he was sure he would burst if not touched in the next few seconds. He had been sitting on the couch for two hours.
Two hours of being unmoving, obedient, just waiting for the next command.
Naked, except for the black choking collar he had been gifted for his eighteenth birthday, hands tied together on his back, knees spread to the exact point they were pushed into earlier and a small vibrating egg nestled between his cheeks.
He knew he looked completely wrecked, ready to get jumped any second.
And yet, Yoongi was sitting at his desk, his back facing Seongmin, headphones on and typing away on his laptop. For the past two hours.
Seongmin let out a low whine, well aware that Yoongi couldn’t hear him, but he was slowly going crazy.
“Didn’t I say no sound? You know I have to concentrate to make music.”
Seongmin whipped his head up in surprise when he heard Yoongi talk. He hadn’t turned around and for a second Seongmin wasn’t sure if he had just imagined things.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, looking back down onto the sheets beneath him. The couch wasn’t huge, but big enough for two or three people to comfortably cuddle on it. Yoongi used it to sleep more often than his bed lately and thus Seongmin spent a lot of time there too.
Most of the time naked.
The sigh Yoongi let out was disapproving, combined with a shake of his head. Seongmin felt tears sting in his eyes.
He had disappointed him. That meant either punishment in the form of waiting even longer or maybe Yoongi would ignore him for the night and he’d have to sleep without getting fucked. Maybe even without being allowed to touch him.
“Are you crying, Baby?” Yoongi’s voice was soft, but slightly amused, closer than Seongmin had recalled it previously.
Seongmin’s lip quivered a little, but he didn’t answer. He felt the tears roll, but he didn’t want to cry harder.
“Answer.” A harder tone. Serious. No room for arguing.
“Yes… I didn’t mean to disappoint, I’m sorry, Daddy,” Seongmin whispered, trying to swallow his tears down.
He felt a hand brush through his sweaty hair. The warmth from Yoongi’s hand felt heavenly. Seongmin leaned his head a little into the touch.
“Fine, I’ll forgive you,” Yoongi said, scratching Seongmin’s head slightly, “On one condition. Make me hard without using your hands. And without coming.”
Seongmin whimpered. He could do the first part. But he wasn’t so sure if he could obey the second part anymore when he moved his body.
“I- Yes, Daddy,” Seongmin answered nonetheless, voice thin and even higher than normal.
Yoongi sat down in front of Seongmin, opened his jeans and pulled his cock out unceremoniously. He was soft and a small voice inside Seongmin’s head was angry. He couldn’t be completely unaffected by the way he looked!
Newfound determination made Seongmin move without another thought. He leaned forward, slowly, trying to balance his weight on his knees without toppling over.
Yoongi didn’t move. He was just looking down at Seongmin, upper body leaned back a little, resting on his hands while one leg was stretched out completely, the other slightly bent.
Seongmin felt his mistake only seconds before he actually fell. Too late to catch himself without being able to use his bound hands.
He landed face first in Yoongi’s lap. His cheek was pressed against the other’s outstretched thigh, his ass up high in the air as he tried to get back up into a more or less sitting position.
“Baby, trying to taunt me like that, hm? But I will need your pretty mouth on me for you to fulfil your task,” Yoongi said, his voice sounding bored.
The tears were back, stinging behind Seongmin’s closed eyelids. He knew he couldn’t get back up like this so he had to make it work like this. Seongmin opened his eyes and tried to move his face forward a little, desperately trying to get closer to the mostly limp cock in front of him.
Mostly. His struggle had turned Yoongi on. Seongmin struggled but somehow managed to move until he could lick Yoongi’s cock slowly, coating the shaft in saliva. He pushed himself up from Yoongi’s thigh, using his shoulder until he could wrap his lips around the cock he desperately wanted.
Due to his hands being bound, he couldn’t hold himself up or slowly ease his throat open around Yoongi’s cock, so he simply tried to relax and deepthroated him immediately, swallowing around him without a warning.
For a moment he choked.
Yoongi almost jumped. He grabbed Seongmin’s shoulders and pulled him up, cursing under his breath but loud enough for Seongmin to hear.
He looked up through hooded eyes, mouth hanging open, saliva dripping out of his mouth and from his hanging tongue and he could see the moment Yoongi lost it.
“You liked that,” Yoongi said matter of factly and Seongmin smiled slightly, closing his mouth again.
“You like choking on Daddy’s cock like a little slut, don’t you?” Yoongi’s voice was deep, slightly strained and definitely not as unaffected anymore as he had wanted Seongmin to believe.
Seongmin nodded.
He did.
Glancing down between Yoongi’s legs, eying the man’s cock, he could see that Yoongi had liked it too.
He was growing hard.
Seongmin could only stare at the cock beneath him, too far away from his mouth for his liking and he licked his lips, trying to let himself drop down and between Yoongi’s legs again.
Yoongi shook his head but he grabbed a fistful of Seongmin’s hair with one hand, the other grabbing the collar and slowly eased him down again.
Seongmin felt the pain flare up from his skull. The collar was wide enough to not immediately cut into his throat but he felt the pressure of the soft material against his throat with every inch Yoongi guided him down.
And he loved it.
If Serim had known what kind of use that choker would have only half a year after getting it for him, he might have reconsidered his present. Seongmin pushed every thought of his attractive friend out of his head and focused on the task at hand.
Which was ignoring the pain on his head and struggling to get that cock into his mouth as quickly as possible.
He felt Yoongi’s hand almost slip from his collar once and having to readjust. Seongmin was so close. He pushed his tongue out to at least taste the head. Yoongi was acting to slow for his liking!
“Daddy, please…,” he whimpered until he was finally far enough to stretch his neck away from Yoongi’s hand and wrap his lips around the waiting cock, filling his mouth to the brim. Yoongi was big. Good thing he wasn’t at full width when soft or else Seongmin wouldn’t have been able to swallow around him as easily as he had done without stretching his throat out first.
Seongmin greedily started swallowing the second both of his lips were wrapped around Yoongi’s shaft.
Yoongi switched his hands, having one on the collar and the second beneath Seongmin’s stomach to make sure he wasn’t falling forward completely. Like this Seongmin could bob his head as much as he liked, swirling his tongue around Yoongi’s cock while swallowing around the tip in the back of his throat until he was deepthroating him again.
He sucked as if his life depended on it, the feeling of the cock stretching his throat, forcing himself not to gag, combined with the choker pressing against his throat, Seongmin was only seconds from finally releasing.
But he knew he wasn’t allowed to. Yoongi hadn’t given him permission and like this he wasn’t able to ask. Seongmin moaned around the cock in his mouth, trying his best to make Yoongi cum at least.
The punishment for coming after his Daddy without asking wasn’t as bad as coming before him.
Daddy always came first unless Seongmin was explicitly told something different.
Seongmin hollowed his cheeks, sucking and swallowing and bobbing his head when suddenly he was pulled up again. Mostly by his collar.
Seongmin gasped, coughed and struggled against the hands holding him up for a few seconds until he remembered his manners and stilled, trying to mask his coughing.
“Eager today, aren’t we? Wanting to make Daddy cum like a naughty little boy. I thought you’d want my cock somewhere else tonight, but if you are satisfied with me cumming down your throat and you going to sleep like this we can do that,” Yoongi said with a smirk playing around his lips. They both knew that wasn’t what Seongmin wanted.
It also wasn’t what Yoongi wanted.
“N-no,” Seongmin was surprised by how rough his voice sounded. That was normally only after using his mouth to cockwarm Yoongi for hours while he worked.
“No what?” Yoongi asked, helping Seongmin back into a sitting position. The sudden pressure of his own heels against his ass made the egg jostle and Seongmin whimpered airily.
“Please Daddy… Fuck me,” Seongmin whispered, suddenly shy. He was always a little shy when being forced to explicitly state what he wants.
Yoongi pushed two fingers into Seongmin without warning, moving the vibrator inside of him. Seongmin screamed, his back arched and felt the pre-cum leaving his cock but he forced himself to keep it together. He had no permission.
“Like this?” Yoongi asked, moving his fingers inside of Seongmin.
“N-n…o. Daddy, please, I will… I will cu-“
“No, you won’t because you are a good boy and afraid of punishment. Keep it together Baby Boy, I know you can do it.”
It was an order. Seongmin grit his teeth, his hands grabbing each other tightly, squeezing until the pain in them was worse than the urge to cum.
“Good boy,” Yoongi praised and pulled his fingers out again, pulling the egg with them. Seongmin was panting, his chest rising and falling quickly and he wasn’t sure when the room had started spinning.
“Well, if you don’t want to tell me, I guess I’ll go and finish that song first. When you know what you want you can come and get me,” Yoongi said nonchalantly as if he wasn’t hard as a rock himself and stood up from the couch. Seongmin panicked.
No.
He couldn’t handle waiting again.
“I want Daddy to fuck me! Please! I need Daddy’s cock! Inside of me. Inside of my … hole.” Seongmin was surprised by how intelligible he sounded. The last few words came out uncertain and slightly wavering, but overall he was proud of himself for being able to say it.
“Oh? Suddenly you can actually talk? I guess I didn’t wreck you enough if you’re still able to talk like this,” Yoongi said, halfway to his desk already.
“Daddy, please… I need you…,” Seongmin whimpered. He felt empty and the thought of Yoongi leaving him again was horrible. He felt tears spill again.
“Well, if you beg this nicely,” Yoongi said and turned back toward him. He stopped behind Seongmin and untied his hands with a few swift movements.
Seongmin felt his arms drop next to his body, no strength in them, the rope had held them back tightly and he had lost feeling in his upper arms and shoulders an hour ago. The feeling coming back to them was pain and pain only.
“Hands and knees,” Yoongi ordered and Seongmin obeyed so quickly, he felt the world spin a bit again.
His arms gave out for a second, the sudden rush of blood through them too much to make them actually work. His face was pressed into the pillow beneath him, but when he noticed Yoongi was still waiting, he forced his body up again, his wavering, hurting arms threatening to give out any second again.
“You are allowed to cum as often as you like but only after your greedy little hole swallowed Daddy’s cock completely. Got it?” Yoongi whispered into his ear, running a hand down Seongmin’s back before he pulled away again.
“Yes, Daddy,” Seongmin whimpered.
That was something Yoongi didn’t do often. If he did though, it usually meant more than three orgasms for him until Yoongi was satisfied.
Seongmin shivered. He wasn’t sure he could do that tonight. Then again, Yoongi knew better what he could and couldn’t do.
It took only a few moments until Seongmin felt Yoongi behind him again. He felt a hand on his ass and then something against his hole. Yoongi had told him to stretch himself on four fingers before he had left him with only the egg vibrator to keep him on edge so Seongmin was stretched enough for a cock and the two lubed up fingers didn’t even do the bare minimum to satisfy him.
Yoongi’s fingers were longer though than his own, so Seongmin wiggled his hips a little, desperate to get them even deeper. The slap that followed was sudden but not really surprising. He hadn’t been told to move. Seongmin felt the sting on his ass but the effect was more immediate on his cock.
He was throbbing.
The added pain only making it worse.
Seongmin grit his teeth and tried to keep his hips from moving on their own.
Tried. And failed.
Another slap.
Harder but at the same spot. Seongmin moaned, arching his back.
“Moaning during a punishment? I guess you need a harder punishment then, hm?” Yoongi asked, reaching beneath Seongmin and squeezing his cock at the base the same moment he slapped his ass again. This time it wasn’t a hand though. Seongmin recognized the sound and the feeling of the leather paddle through his own scream.
Yoongi didn’t use it often, normally his hand was enough and Seongmin was infinitely grateful for the hand squeezing his cock to stop him from cumming beneath himself. His whole body was shaking and for a moment his arms gave out. The paddle had hurt.
“Da…ddy I’m… I’m sorry,“ Seongmin whimpered. Yoongi’s hand was still on his cock, squeezing the base tightly.
“Are you though?” Yoongi asked, letting the paddle meet Seongmin’s other asscheek.
“Yes! Yes, I am!” Seongmin screamed, trying hard not to moan. His voice was hoarse and the tears in his eyes made it hard to see but he seriously loved every second of this.
“Upper body up,” Yoongi ordered and only after Seongmin obeyed did he continue.
Yoongi went back to fucking his two fingers in and out of Seongmin before adding two more, stretching the boy farther. The hand around his cock had vanished and Seongmin had a really hard time keeping his orgasm from spilling over.
“Daddy, please! Plea-se. Please fuck me!” Seongmin moaned, throwing his head back when Yoongi hit his prostate.
This was it.
But again, Yoongi knew him better then he knew himself and had grabbed his cock again, denying yet another orgasm. Seongmin was full on crying by now, trying so hard to be good and not move while Yoongi pounded his ass with his hand.
Three more thrusts and the hand was gone. Seongmin sobbed.
He tried to catch his breath, to will the feeling of being so damn close away again but he didn’t get much time until he felt Yoongi finally, finally pushing his cock into him.
Seongmin arched his back, threw his head back and screamed when Yoongi thrust into him completely in one go.
And just like that he came.
His vision was blurry from his tears but for a moment he couldn’t see anything at all except for whiteness and could only hear the static noise ringing in his own ears. When he came to again Yoongi was thrusting into him, holding onto his hips to fuck him to his own accord.
Seongmin felt used.
Part of him told him Yoongi hadn’t noticed him passing out for a second, only chasing his own orgasm with no regards for Seongmin himself.
But every thrust hit his prostate precisely, every movement brought pleasure into the oversensitivity Seongmin felt and the hands holding him made sure he wouldn’t topple over and suffocate in the pillows.
“Daddy’s little slut, such a good boy,” Yoongi praised while going hard and deep into Seongmin and it didn’t take long for Seongmin’s tired cock to wake up again.
It felt so good to be used.
“Yes, Daddy’s, only Daddy’s! I only exist for Daddy’s pleasure,” Seongmin moaned, trying to keep himself up on his hands but the trembling arms made it harder and harder.
Suddenly Yoongi grabbed Seongmin’s collar, this time not to hold onto it but to pull it tighter.
Seongmin gasped for air, the little air that actually passed through his tight windpipe making him go light-headed.
“Go on, cum for Daddy, I know you can cum again,” Yoongi whispered into his ear as his thrusts went slightly out of rhythm but harder at the same time as Seongmin’s collar became even tighter, cutting his breathing off completely and Seongmin came, came so hard he actually blacked out this time, the feeling of getting filled by Yoongi’s cum the last he could recall before the world turned black.
When Seongmin opened his eyes again, he was still naked and sore all over. He moved his head a little and saw a naked chest. Yoongi had pulled him into his arms. When Seongmin moved, every movement hurt and he felt something inside of him jostle when he tried to turn onto his side.
“D-daddy?” he asked, his voice croaky and his throat feeling dry.
“You need anything, baby boy?” Yoongi asked, his voice sleepy, “You are cleaned and I’ve changed the sheets. Oh and you’re plugged, I thought you’d like it.”
Seongmin whimpered at the thought of Yoongi’s cum being still inside of him.
“What? I can feel your cock stirring against my thigh, it’s been half an hour, I can’t go again yet. You might be young, but don’t forget that I am not,” Yoongi said playfully, rubbing circles into Seongmin’s naked back.
Seongmin didn’t answer and only nuzzled against Yoongi’s chest. When he would wake up again, he’d like Yoongi’s cum as lube for round three, but he would tell him when the time came. Now he was only happy that his dom was also the sweetest and most thoughtful boyfriend he could wish for, despite being “old” as he had said.
His friends would see that too, one day.