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Yoongi sighs as he drums his fingers on the desk impatiently. The sound of waiting beeps are repetitive to his ears, and if Yoongi hadn’t been anticipating this, he would have been bored out of his mind.
However, he’s in his studio overtime, by choice for once as he mulls over whatever he’s doing right now. He has just finished finalizing the details for Showstopper’s album, and a break is long overdue with how tirelessly he’s been working for the past weeks.
Showstopper’s members, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook, were called in for a final listen just a few hours prior. They were ecstatic, and Yoongi wasn’t surprised; it was the fruit of their labor, months of hard work and dedication condensed into the 44 minutes of the album. They enveloped him in a suffocating hug by the end, but Yoongi finds himself melting into it relatively quickly since he adores the kids.
They had called in for a celebration, a tradition almost. It was supposed to be tonight, but Namjoon and Hoseok, his fellow producers and great friends, couldn’t make it, so Jungkook had asked to postpone until Monday.
So here Yoongi is, all packed up to go home and ready to sleep for an eternity before coming across a note as he shuts down the computer. Written in it was a number followed by ‘dom’, Yoongi stares at it for a hot second.
He wrote this down a week ago, having come across a rather peculiar service that has his fingers itching with curiosity. It’s a BDSM service hotline where the caller would be connected to a professional; the shorthand stands for what he intended to try out.
Yoongi found the service through Twitter when he was stuck in an endless loop of touching up small details for the album. He was looking for a distraction, and when he logged on to his account primarily for porn, riveting reviews about the hotline were circulating.
It had piqued Yoongi’s interest, enough for him to note the number down from their Twitter account, though he put it at the back burner for a while, determined to finish the album. Now, when the album’s finished and finalized — even got the approval from Bang PD himself, Yoongi finds himself setting his backpack down and sitting in front of the monitor.
It’s nearing 9 PM; he should be home by now, exhaustion already seeping in his bones, but Yoongi pulls his phone out and taps the number before he can overthink it.
Yoongi’s an adult. He knows what he wants when he wants and where he wants it. He’s also a little bit desperate and intrigued by the unfamiliar type of service; plus, these people are supposedly professionals. That’s definitely better than trusting some random dudes at a bar calling themselves doms while the only thing that they’re capable of is slapping his ass before coming after 5 minutes of fucking, leaving him unsatisfied and regretful.
The beeping comes to a stop, then there’s nothing. Yoongi thinks he’s been pranked and probably wasting time and money calling this number when a voice comes up.
“Hello! This is the Pleasured Hotline. Sorry for the long wait, how may I help you today?”
“Oh, um,” Yoongi stutters with a tinge of awkwardness. “I’m looking to book a session?”
“Ah, yes.” There’s the sound of keyboard tapping as the man on the other side hums. “We have a variety of services offered with varying time limits, would you like me to list them out?”
“Uh…” Yoongi trails off, “I’m interested in booking one with a dom? Sorry, I’m not too familiar with the process.” He’s slightly regretting the lack of research he’s done.
“Don’t worry, it’s fairly simple. Sessions come in 15 or 30 minutes at a rate of 5,000 won per minute. You will be discussing the limits and desired scenarios with our employees beforehand, and it won’t count in the session time. We only take credit cards or bank transfers at the moment.”
Yoongi nods as the information stockpiles, putting the hotline on speaker opening the banking app.
“Do you have a gender preference?” The employee asks.
“I prefer men.”
“And how long would you like to book the session for?”
“Thirty.”
More typing noise, then the employee tells Yoongi the bank information. He sends the hefty 150,000 won, wondering if he made a mistake when there’s a ping on the other side. The payment comes through, and Yoongi is directed to his supposed dom.
More waiting beeps and Yoongi never hated a sound more. He relocates to the plush sofa and lays down. He is in the middle of tugging his pants off when the call connects.
“Hello there,” a smooth voice speaks up, surprising Yoongi, making his movements halt.
“Hey.” He replies, then waits as the other man leads the conversation.
“Thank you for booking a session with me, my name is Seokjin and I hope you’ll enjoy yourself today.” Seokjin says the line with practiced ease, “let’s get started, shall we? Is there something that you'd like to be called?”
Yoongi bites his lips, not wanting to give out his name, so he opts for a nickname instead, “um… baby?”
“Baby,” Seokjin repeats, “cute. What do you want me to do to you, baby?”
The slight tilt to his tone when he says ‘baby’ has Yoongi’s toes squirming. He gulps, then answers, “I’ve been working really hard, and I did a great job—“
“Did you really?”
“I did!” Yoongi whines, and Seokjin chuckles, “I really did. The project is finished, but I’m really tired so…” Yoongi trails off, “please praise me.”
“You want me to praise you?” Seokjin asks, and Yoongi finds himself nodding along to the softness of his voice, “my pretty baby wants to hear how great he did, how he worked so hard and how I’m so proud of him?”
“Y-yes,” Yoongi whimpers, fingers trailing down his boxers as he strokes the outline of his cock. “More, please, Seokjin.”
“Polite. Tell me, what are you doing right now?”
“‘m touching my cock,” Yoongi breathes, “I’m touching my cock, hyung.” He repeats, the honorific slipping out naturally even if he’s unsure of Seokjin’s age.
There's a slight chuckle on the other side. “You’re touching your pretty cock for me? Does it feel good doing it on your own, or would you rather me be there to please you, hm?”
“Hyung.” Yoongi answers with a resolution. “Want you, want to hear what you will do to me.”
Seokjin hums in thought, but not for long. “First, I’ll suck you off, a worthy reward for a hardworking bee like you, hm? Then, do you want me to give you a rimjob, or do you want to fuck my throat more?”
“Hnnng,” Yoongi squirms, unsure if it’s too soon to reveal such information about himself but decides to do it anyway, “I’m, I, have a small dick.” He confesses, “I can’t really, uhm, fuck your throat.”
He hears Seokjin groans on the other side, and his stomach drops before Seokjin replies, “fuck, that’s so cute. How b—small is your cock, baby?”
Yoongi’s breath hitches, surprised by the response. “It’s around seven centimeters.” It’s precisely seven centimeters the last time he measured, which was like a month ago. He isn’t sure why he’s still measuring it ‘til this day when it’s evident that it’s the designated size he’ll be in.
“Ah fuck,” Seokjin sighs, “your cock would feel so good in my mouth, I can wrap my lips around you all days since you’re so small, let it rest on my tongue as I play with your balls.”
“Please.” Yoongi begs, precum leaking as he starts rubbing his cock. “I want you to hn—give me a rimjob too.”
“Yeah? You want me to suck on your little rim? Open it up with my tongue so I can ease my cock in?”
“Yes,” Yoongi rasps, “‘m so sensitive, want you to fuck me. I can fit so much inside, I can take all of hyung.”
“Yeah baby? Can you take all of me? How much can you take?”
“A-ah, hyung,” Yoongi stutters, reaching for the lube, “I haven’t had sex in a while, but I can fit two dildos, probably more. I’ll be so good for you, you can fuck me with someone else too—“
Seokjin tuts, “Ah ah, baby. I don’t like sharing.” Yoongi presses his thighs tightly, imagining a faceless man above him, stern. “But since you’ve been so good, you deserve a treat, right?”
Yoongi finds himself nodding, then realizes that Seokjin can’t see him, so he rasps out a yes, throat constricted. He opens himself slowly, finger prodding in his hole as Seokjin continues.
“I’ll fuck you with a vibrator, let it vibrate against your prostate and milk you dry. I’ll let you come as many times as you want because that’s what a good boy like you want right? To come until you have nothing left to give while your pretty hole is stretched wide open.”
Yoongi groans, head thrown back as he imagines strong hands holding his body down as he comes over and over until there’s nothing left.
“You’d want that, wouldn’t you? Want me to fuck you into the mattress while telling how good of a boy you are, letting me play with your chest and stroke your cock until you come.”
“Yes,” Yoongi breathes out, “yes please.”
There’s so much precum on his cock, far more than the lube he previously applied and making his cock slippery and wet. He puts two fingers into himself, imagining that it’s Seokjin who is doing it, scissoring him open.
“Hyung, hyung,” Yoongi breathes into the phone, “I did well right? I’m good right?”
“You’re the best.” Seokjin chuckles deeply, “you worked so hard and I’m so proud of you. You deserve all the treats in the world, just say the word and I’ll give it to you.”
“A-ah hyung,” Yoongi stutters, warm fuzzies in his stomach as he pushes the fingers in deeper. He’s glad that his hand is so big, enough to graze through his prostate. “Hyung, please, give it to me.”
“God, you’re so polite. Begging for cock even when you don’t have to. Just a pretty, needy baby aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes—“ Yoongi repeats, fingers having a good feel of his prostate now. It’s dizzying to jerk himself off and fucking himself simultaneously.
“Yeah baby, you’ll look incredible under me. Are you close now, dearest? Are you jerking your pretty little cock off?”
“I am,” Yoongi tightens his grip, “I have f-fingers in too.”
“In your greedy hole? Are you prepping yourself for me alone or is it for the dildo i’m going to fuck you with?”
“For you, hyung. I’m opening myself up for you, I’m so close—“
“Don’t hold back, baby. Come on, you deserve this orgasm, you worked so hard for it.”
“A-ah,” Yoongi feels the familiar feeling bubbling in his stomach, thighs shaking and drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. His wrist hurts, so he quickens the pace, desperate to come.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you’re close aren’t you? I can hear it in your moans, so high and breathy compared to your talking voice. You must look so pretty twisting and squirming like this.”
Yoongi hiccups, the feeling of orgasm impending and he’s so, so close. “Hyungie,” he babbles, “hyungie, hyung, can I— can I—?”
“Of course. You’ve been the best, so hardworking, so polite, of course you deserve to come, let me hear you now.” Seokjin says, his voice sounds a little high-pitched too, and Yoongi thinks of that as an achievement.
It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to come, his cock twitching and ejaculating, shaking in his hold and painting the inside of his palm white. He squeezes his eyes shut; labored breaths and shaky moans fill the quiet room. His heart thumps loudly in his chest.
“Fuck, baby, you sound so hot like that.”
Yoongi groans. “Please stop praising me, I might get hard again.”
Seokjin laughs, his laughter high, and Yoongi can make out the lightest sound of squeakiness. “We still have 6 minutes left. Do you think you can come fast enough, baby?”
“Nope. Not doing that. I’m not paying to get blue balled.”
Seokjin laughs again, and Yoongi finds himself smiling along. “Valid, of course. Should I mark this session as complete?”
“Yeah, thanks a lot.” Yoongi means it, his cock is still tingling from the ejaculation and this is the best jerk-off session he’s had in forever, even if there’s a very noticeable ache in his wrist on the hand which he used to finger himself with.
“Alright then, have a good night, baby. I hope to hear from you soon.” Then Seokjin hangs up.
Yoongi puts his phone on the side table as he melts into the sofa. He’s still reeling from the after-effects of the phone call. His legs are most likely jelly, and his left wrist hurts like hell, but he feels sated and satisfied.
Maybe he should use this service more often.
Seokjin ends the call and puts his phone on the desk. He looks down to see a tent already forming in his crotch.
It’s not unnatural by any means, especially in his line of work. However, it’s been a long time since he’s felt this affected by a customer, and he likes to think that he’s long overcome this kind of situation.
Apparently not.
It’s not uncommon for customers to be into praise, not uncommon for them to be gay either — but he was definitely turned on listening to this guy. Hot, heavy moans along with sloppy noises, the usual that he gets to hear with most sessions yet there’s just something that ticked in him, making him uncontrollably hard.
A message notification makes Seokjin turn to his phone. It’s Jaehwan who texted, asking him if he’s done for today. Seokjin replies with an affirmation, and Jaehwan wishes him a good day. It’s business as usual, but he isn’t surprised. They’ve been working together for long enough.
Wordlessly, Seokjin pulls his pants and boxers down. He opens the lube in the drawer, which has been unopened for a while. He hasn’t been this affected in so long, and it’s been months since he’s had to jerk off after he’s done with work.
As Seokjin strokes his cock, he imagines someone of his type, just a cute, random guy who’s so eager to please, needy for it, and begging for his cock. His head keeps wandering back to Baby, and Seokjin wonders what he looks like.
Realistically, he knows that having high expectations isn’t plausible considering most of their clientele, but that doesn’t stop Seokjin anyway. He thinks about Baby’s deep voice, almost rasping then turning gradually higher as he nears climax.
The thought gets him off, but not quite enough as Seokjin gives up halfway. It’s hard to rely on his imagination; he’s more used to saying things aloud.
He turns on his phone and heads to Twitter, forgoing porn sites as the videos are too long, the acting too bad, and he likes it when the sex is straight to the point. He jerks himself off, looking at the fifteen seconds videos, scrolling aimlessly until he comes across a video of a tiny cock.
He’s reminded of Baby, of his meager length that would probably drool all over his hand. Seokjin stays on the video and watches it as if hypnotized.
The tiny red cock on screen is being stroked repetitively. The high, sensitive whimpers along with the clenching abdomen have Seokjin uncontrollably close. He thinks about the voice that asks for praises, constantly spilling out begs and moans.
He imagines that it’s him right now, drawing out orgasms from Baby and making him come over and over again. He wants to put his cock next to Baby’s tiny one, desperate for the sight of how different they are in size. He wonders belatedly if Baby would like it if he demeans the tiny cock, or would he want praise for his pretty cock.
Seokjin comes in his hand, painting his palm white as he’s seated at his desk, back hunched.