When You Came || Namjin

33. No way out (M)

Namjoon gulped at Jin's words as he looked at the box he knew all too well. It was the box of toys he used to torture his beautiful boyfriend.

Jin smirked, feeling the panic creeping inside Namjoon's chest even from a distance. He kept the box on the nightstand and sat back on the bed, rubbing Namjoon's inner thighs. Namjoon shivered under his boyfriend's touch. For someone who had never really bottomed in his whole life, namjoon was obviously a natural.

“Gotta stretch, baby, come on,” Seokjin hummed, and waited for Namjoon's nod before he slicked a finger up with lube and let it slide in, reaching to bite at Namjoon's earlobe gently, whispering small praises. Namjoon felt the rings across Seokjin’s fingers, adding an extra burn to the stretch.

Namjoon hissed, but kept his eyes closed and hands steady as Seokjin moved another finger in, and stopped at just barely three before Namjoon started moaning louder and he had to bring up his other hand to quiet him.

"Silent, baby, we haven’t even started yet," he reminded, and Namjoon breathed heavily through his hand, trying to calm himself down for Jin.

But he couldn't hold his temptation to ask, more like, beg for what he wanted. "Please," was all he could say before Seokjin kissed him in, and if that wasn't the best feeling in the fucking world right now, Namjoon didn't know what was. His knees were weak and he could only think about a certain Kim seokjin.

"Relax, bun", seokjin said and namjoon took deep breaths before nodding again. "Good boy", jin praised and moved his fringe out of his forehead. Namjoon had never in his life thought the phrase good boy could ever apply to him. Maybe to dogs, but not him. Well, seems like he was proved wrong.

He felt lightheaded because of being played with for so long.

"You with me, baby?", seokjin asked. Namjoon nodded. "Colour", he asked again. "Green", namjoon said quickly. "You remember your safeword?", the elder asked.

"Y-Yes," Namjoon managed to answer, and he was very unbearably hard.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, hyung".

"That’s right, my baby boy", Seokjin lifted his head and grinned as Namjoon watched him through hooded eyes because it was all he could manage at the moment. "How does my baby feel about toys, hm? I have lots of new toys I haven’t tried yet", Namjoon gulped again, he didn't know seokjin bought new toys. "Do you want to try some?", seokjin asked in a mocking tone and namjoon knew his answer didn't really matter.

"Mm-hm," he nodded, almost furiously, because yes, of fucking course he did. "Yes, please, hyung..."

Seokjin leaned forward and took the box from the nightstand. Namjoon watched him with curiosity and lust.

Seokjin hovered over namjoon and held a black vibrator above his face. A seemingly unnatural size, too.

"How about this, baby?" Seokjin said, looking at it. "My favourite colour, I bet it’ll look so pretty when it goes inside you. Wouldn't you like that?". Namjoon didn't answer, only because he was considering the option, but Seokjin was waiting and he was impatient, so he reached down a hand and palmed him so unbearably slow that Namjoon keened and tries to will himself not to thrust up for more. "Would you like that, baby? I want an answer", he said dominantly.

"Y-Yes, yes, hyung, yes, please," Namjoon practically whined, and Seokjin pulled his hand back, though it didn't help Namjoon in the slightest as he very minorly jolted from the lack of touch.

"Don't do that," Seokjin warned, pushing Namjoon’s hips down firmly. "I'm tryna be nice to you, y’know", he gritted his teeth.

"‘m sorry," Namjoon said quietly, closing his eyes and trying even harder to stop moving. "‘m so sorry, hyung, I-I won’t do it again.” Seokjin hummed, nearly satisfied, but not quite. He wanted to tease namjoon more. It wasn't over yet.

He slipped a silky black blindfold over Namjoon's eyes, making him gasp in surprise. He seemed to panic for a second but relaxed just as quickly.

"Will you be good for hyung now?" he asked, rubbing Namjoon's chest in what he hoped was a comforting way. As much as he wanted Namjoon to suffer, he wanted to make sure that namjoon was enjoying it just as much.

"Yes, yes, I promise, I-I’ll be good for hyung", namjoon huffed fastly. Seokjin paused before he smiled and leaned down to press a deep, rewarding kiss on Namjoon’s lips, and Namjoon relaxed a little more. He couldn't see anything but he trusted jin with his life so he was okay with whatever he wanted to try.

“Good boy, I want you to be hyung’s good baby,” he cooed, and shuffled down towards Namjoon’s hips.

Namjoon was already stretched enough but Seokjin slipped three fingers inside him just for good measure. Namjoon almost screamed at the sudden pleasure. Almost.

Seokjin smirked as he watched namjoon desperately trying not to thrust up and stifle any sound as much as he could.

"H-Hyung...", Namjoon couldn't help but whine and instead of getting angry, Seokjin actually chuckled at the desperate plea in his voice.

"Be patient," he ordered as he curled his fingers again and  Namjoon almost lost it, probably would have if Seokjin hadn’t just then pulled his fingers away. "Are you ready, baby?"

"Yes," Namjoon groaned out, and Seokjin gently pressed the head of the toy in, working agonisingly slowly until it was half in and the stretch was almost too much, but Namjoon just took deep breaths, trying to focus on the pleasure more than the pain.

"How’re you feeling, baby?", Seokjin asked. "More?", he teased, knowing all too well that namjoon was a greedy man when it came to sex and pleasure.

"M-More, hyung," Namjoon agreed, and Seokjin pressed the toy in more until it was three quarters and then he stopped. "Hyu-Hyung...", he breathed out.

"How’s that, baby boy?", Seokjin asked again. "Does it feel good?", he nudged the vibrator lightly and Namjoon cried out because of how overwhelming the pleasure was.

"F-Feels good, feels so good," Namjoon said, nodding as he gripped the sheets beside him tightly. His tears created a dark patch on the blindfold and seokjin let out a mocking scoff. "What a pathetic little whore", he said as he slapped Namjoon's thigh roughly,  making him whimper and hiccup through his tears.

"How about we start at one?", Seokjin said, and leaned up to press kisses across Namjoon’s face and neck as rewards and praises before he switched it up to the first setting, a subtle vibe that made Namjoon jolt slightly. His cock leaked and he was so fucking hard. "You’re doing so well, baby, hyung will fuck you soon", seokjin said, his voice low and seductive.

“Please,” Namjoon moaned, and he felt Seokjin grip his cock and stroke slightly before he took hold of the toy and moved it a bit, pulling it out a little before pushing it back in. “H-Hyung, hyung, I-I...”, namjoon felt like he couldn't do it anymore. His head felt dizzy, not being able to see only adding to his dizziness.

"Are you going to come already?" Seokjin mocked as he let go of Namjoon’s cock. "It’s not time yet, baby, I need you to stop yourself. You don’t come until I say", seokjin smiled, completely unforgiving.

Namjoon nodded slowly, there was no was no way out.