Taken (BTS Fanfiction) (LEMONS)

Chapter 7

It was only about an hour later when Yoongi was 'woken up' from his nap. He blinked his eyes open, trying to act sleepy in hopes that the man would let him rest for longer.

"Sweetheart, Daddy wants to make you feel good. You want to feel good, right?" Yoongi knew he couldn't simply not answer without getting in trouble and saying no would just make the man chuckle so he shrugged his shoulders, going as far as snuggling into the older man's chest to persuade him to let Yoongi continue sleeping. The man just chuckled, grabbing Yoongi's shoulders and pushing him onto his back.

Yoongi made a grumbling noise, attempting to flip onto his back before the man stopped him, placing a heavy hand on his chest to keep him still. Yoongi glared up at him, the man smiling down at him.

"You're so cute baby boy."

"Let me sleep," Yoongi countered flat and straight out, irritated and so not in the mood.

"Don't tell Daddy what to do. Besides, if I let you have long naps you won't feel tired when it's bed time! Come on, baby, let's play." The man stood up from the bed, ignoring Yoongi's grumbling behind him, and grabbing the box of sounds the Doctor had given him a day earlier.

"Nope, absolutely not," Yoongi said, hoping his panic didn't slip out into his voice. He knew he couldn't handle the sound, knew it was something he'd have to give himself over to and Yoongi wouldn't willingly let himself in the presence of the man. He refused.

"I don't think I asked you, Yoongi," The man replied, a hidden threat in his voice. He walked over to Yoongi, stripping him while Yoongi struggled. "Isn't it so nice to have your wrists free of the chains?" The man said. Yoongi caught the implications and stopped struggling, accepting that there was no way out of sex with the man. It was either chains or no chains, no sex not occupying the options list. The man stripped him of his onesie, spreading Yoongi's legs and kneeling in between them.

He maneuvered Yoongi so that he was sitting against the headboard with his legs spread. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table and lathered his hand, stroking Yoongi's soft cock to hardness, the latter keeping silent the entire time, silent disobedience.

"I googled how to do this safely and properly so you don't have to worry. I've never had a subject who liked urethral play so I'm new but you don't have to worry about me hurting you, just as long as you try not to buck your hips," The man lectured, lubing up the sound as much as he could, wanting the experience to be a pleasant one for Yoongi.

The younger kept silent while the man ran the sound over his tip teasingly, albeit a little more effort was needed but he stayed silent none the less. His entire plan was thrown out the window when the man actual slipped the very tip of the sound in Yoongi's urethra. He sucked in a gasp, having forgotten just how odd the sensation of the sound inside him was. The man pushed the sound in further and Yoongi cried out, hands moving to grip at the bedsheets.

"Ah ah ah ah ah," Yoongi moaned, hips bucking a fraction.The sound continued to slide into him, halting only for a fraction of a second. He didn't know if he could handle this, too intense but at the same time not even close to enough. He squeezed his eyes shut but his mouth was left wide open, continuous quiet moans spilling out. The man watched him, eyed his fingers clutching onto the bedsheets as if he would fly away if he were to let go, and admired the dark red of his cock, precome running down from the head. He looked so wrecked already and the elder had just started.

"I have a proposition," The man said, waiting for Yoongi to nod, signaling that he could actually comprehend what was being said to him. "How about we see how many times I can make you come in thirty minutes with the sound, baby boy." Yoongi whined, distracted by the feeling of the sound in him. The choice wasn't really his anyway; once the man decided on something he was going to stick to it. The elder grabbed the end of the sound, pulling it out an inch before letting go and watching it slide back in Yoongi's urethra, the latter sucking in a harsh gasp, watching with hooded eyes and an open mouth as the metal rod sunk back in. His thighs were shaking excessively, his breathing hard and harsh, laced with quiet whines. The man repeated the action, pulling the rod out further. Yoongi sucked his lips into his mouth as he did, tossing his head back and wailing as it slid back in. His hips were bucking at a constant pace now, desperate for more and less and everything in between. Mostly, he just wanted to come.