Éffleurer | 09 | KSJ (M)
There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them.
Writing Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost | Ko-Fi
Pairing: CFO!Jin x Accountant Reader
Genre: Series, Office AU, Contemporary Romance, Smut, Angst, BDSM Exploration
Word Count: 13,600+
Tags: profanity; explicit sexual content, Dom/sub relationship, light bondage, nipple clamps, masochism, orgasm denial, thigh riding, Dry humping, spanking, oral sex, mention of sex toys
Music: Cardi B - WAP | Series Playlist
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There is a release of personal control that you, in your submissive state, must come to accept. You must revel and thrive in the power that you have given up, have lain in another’s hands. And your dominating partner must honor the considerable trust it takes for you to do so; respect for your boundaries in every touch of their hand and swing of their whip. Only in that highest state of harmony can you each attain heightened ecstasy and understand the personal, hidden truths that may have long been buried inside you both.
Taking Seokjin’s hand was like stepping into a dream state, a euphoric wave of warmth spreading through his fingertips and washing over you in a swell of release. He walked forward into his apartment, his gentle hold bringing you along until you heard the click of the door behind you, smelled the faint scent that seemed his signature, fruit and forest drifting in to draw your senses close and claim you.
This was it, the moment you had been fantasizing about for days finally laid out before you in black leather and loose bindings.
But your muscles tensed as a nagging voice at the back of your head whispered in warning. What if you had built all this up in your head for nothing? What if, despite the attraction between you, despite the intensity of the times you had already nipped the edges of each other’s lust, you were disappointed with him in the end. Or he with you? What if you didn’t enjoy the levels of pain he seemed so fond of, if all the pillow talk of spanking and choking had only been attractive in theory?
Your mind spun as you tried to shove away the irritating doubts, unaware that you had apparently stopped walking just before the entryway opened onto the living room, ropes still making their subtle sway not far from where you stood. Seokjin’s hand slid past your face, his fingers cupping your jaw and a soft thumb brushing across your cheek. Your eyes refocused on him, noting the gentleness in his gaze and the faint line of worry spreading across his brows.
“Y/N, you can back out at any moment. If you’re afraid please don’t continue just because you think you have to.”
Your worries were immediately chased away when met with those eyes. In the time you'd known him, kindness had become synonymous with Seokjin in all aspects and in this too, you knew he would be kind regardless of the outcome. And it was him after all. You trusted that he would take care of you as he had in every other way you’d relied on him. Whether things went well or not, you believed the two of you would come out on the other side alright.
Besides, you knew your way around a man’s body pretty damn well, certainly enough to not expect a challenge. There may have been a few extra steps added to the game in this particular situation, but fucking was simply fucking at the end of the day. And that you could do with flair. You restacked your courage.
“I’m not afraid.”
He pulled his hand away then, stepping to the side and inviting you forward. You pulled your eyes away from him, shifting instead to the displayed equipment. “I’ve just never done anything like this before. I mean, of course I’ve seen harnesses and handcuffs, but…” your words trailed off.
Kicking off your shoes, you walked towards the dangling ropes and stepped up for a closer look. They looked thickly spun and a little dull, but smooth and forgiving. The ropes came together at the ceiling, a disc of metal at their apex with thick bolts securing them in place. You blinked when you noticed the circle of silver. Had that always been there?
Curious to know their feel, you reached out a hand towards the ropes then drew it back, remembering Seokjin's warning before you’d entered the door. Despite his tender touch, things were meant to be different now. You were expected to behave, to ask your dominant for permission to do most anything unless you planned to take some punishment. And your gut was still a little shaken at the prospect of his brand of discipline, unknown beyond the vague hints you'd gotten so far. You looked to Seokjin for instruction, unsure of whether you’d almost crossed a line in the first minute. He nodded at you, approval gracing his smile.
"You may touch them."
Your fingers stroked the material, finding the texture surprisingly soft. And there was a subtle smell emanating from them as well, grassy and wild.
“These are hemp,” Seokjin offered as though he had read your thoughts. "Strong and gets even better with time and use." He stepped up next to you, gripping a length of rope in both hands and giving a hard tug to demonstrate the power in the fibers. “These are really just for show tonight though. Suspension bondage can be dangerous. Too much for a first time."
Briefly, you wondered if these ropes had ever been used before. They did look as though they had some wear and your mind wanted to follow that trail, wondering with who and how and for what.
Seokjin dropped the rope then, causing a section to swing back and forth between you while his eyes roamed over your face. His gaze was weighted, eyes alert in the same problem-solving way you often saw.
You realized he was looking for a reaction, trying to gauge how you felt in the presence of his equipment, and likely decide whether you were still interested in the world he was inviting you to. Just like before, just as he had all week, Seokjin wanted to make sure you knew every step in this was your choice. It occurred to you that he was still worried you might want to back out and that display of doubt made you wonder if someone had done exactly that to him before.
Still stroking a length of rope between your fingers, you took one more look up at them as they swung. You were curious, but grateful you weren’t being thrown into anything you might not be able to handle just yet. Somehow it reminded you of the first time you'd stared up at a dance pole all those years ago. It had definitely been intimidating at first, but with time and practice, it had become a natural extension of your body, its use as easy as breathing. “Maybe one day…” you said quietly.
Whatever Seokjin found in your response seemed to give him the reassurance to continue. He looked away and down at the enormous leather trunk nearby. "I just wanted you to have a look at some of my playthings to see if anything sparked your interest. Or turned you off.”
You knelt down to the leather chest. Neatly laid out in the trunk were various sex toys, whips, and a few pieces of equipment you'd never seen before. Some items were wrapped carefully in what looked like crushed, black velvet. Looking closer, you could tell that the trunk went deeper, as though it was separated into layers of some kind of silicone trays, likely a medical grade to keep things clean. Maybe more intense equipment was settled on a layer or two beneath the top one, but nothing you saw left you wanting to run and hide. It all looked too interesting and truthfully you couldn't wait to explore each one with him. Your stomach was still doing nervous flips, but they were definitely the good kind.
Seokjin tossed his suit jacket onto the edge of his couch and knelt beside you. He didn’t say anything, only watched you silently while you picked through the chest, lifting things that clearly vibrated, handcuffs, whips, clamps of some kind, and more rope from inside.
"I'm willing to try anything here, Seokjin," you said. You stroked a finger across a small, black, leather paddle and gave him a suggestive smile. He returned it, unfolding his body to stand up straight and look down at you. You let him bask in it for a moment before standing up and sweeping your arms around the open area of the living room.
“So if we're not using any of this tonight then what's the plan? Do you have some sort of script of how you want this night to go or something?”
He chuckled. “Hm, you must’ve finished your reading.”
Seokjin placed his hands on his hips, fingers hooking into his belt loop while he gave you a look that felt like an appraisal. Still in his white button-up and black pants, the silver of his belt buckle faintly glinting in the low light of the room, he cut quite an intimidating figure. “This is technically our first session. I have some ideas, but no script. Just learning about each other. I think I have a lot to learn about you.”
"I want to know about you too," you said in a flirtatious tone, stepping a little closer to him. "I enjoy attention, that I can admit. But I want to know what lights your fire."
His half-smile went devious enough to show teeth. "Then come here and strike the match.”
As you eagerly closed the gap between you, you noticed something had changed about the room. Before, when you had been here in your maid role, the floor had been bare, a sheet of pristine, light colored tiles. You knew it well since you'd had to scrub the damn things. But now, a giant, cream-colored area rug had been laid out, plush and thick under your toes as you walked forward.
But thoughts of decor changes were quickly shoved aside as you drew up close to Seokjin, pressing your body against his chest while his arms closed around you. He didn't hesitate for a moment, a firm hand landing at the back of your neck and pulling you closer towards his waiting lips.
Seokjin had been wrong about one thing. This kiss couldn't be compared to any sort of match. It was much more like an earth-shaking lava eruption, the rough press of his mouth threatening to melt you entirely where you stood. His tongue met yours without pretense and the culmination of days of yearning seemed to pour out from between you in waves of unbridled heat. His opposite hand slid down your back, landing against your ass and tugging you impossibly closer.
After what must have been a decade of kissing, you broke away, gasping for air, your body trembling from the intensity. When was the last time you'd felt this way? Before things between you and your boss had changed for the carnal, you couldn't remember the last time simply kissing someone had gone to your head in the way it did with him. Seokjin's lips already looked puffy from your combined efforts, damp and parted slightly, and it was all you could do to hold yourself back, as though desperate for another hit of him.
“Have you ever had a sexual experience with your hands bound or cuffed?” His words were slow, voice heavy as though the fruit of his lust had finally fully ripened to a low hang. His hands still gripped your body close to his and you could feel the evidence of his eagerness between you as clearly as you could see it in his darkened eyes.
“Yes, sir,” you whispered.
“How about blindfolded?”
“No, sir,” you answered. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. As though possessed by a starved animal, Seokjin really looked at you like he was preparing to eat you whole. Your stomach did a few eager flips.
“Tell me which one of those you feel most comfortable with. Alternatively, which one makes you the most excited.”
You considered for only a moment. “A blindfold sounds kind of fun, though it’d be a shame not to look at you.”
His smile twitched up at this, as if the tiny morsel of praise had given him his first succulent bite.
“You know what I look like. Let’s try the blindfold.”
Though you didn't want him to and even while he looked like he loathed to do it, he peeled himself away from you, taking a few steps towards the trunk and, with practiced ease, extracted a simple, black blindfold from inside. He was back to you a moment later, stepping up close. You watched the fabric as it landed over your face, then closed your eyes as you felt the smooth press of silk against your skin, cool to the touch and deceptively thick. And when you reopened your eyes you saw nothing, your vision well and truly cut off.
"How do you feel?" he asked, sounding like a disembodied voice somewhere behind your head.
It occurred to you that, though things were apparently moving into full swing, you had yet to move beyond the carpet, still standing in the middle of his living room floor. You had seen that the windows on the far wall were covered in a thick curtain so it wasn't as though you had an audience. Still, if he was planning to fuck you blind he could at least have the decency to get you to a bed first.
“Are we playing here all night?" you asked. "In the living room?”
“Yes. Unless you can tell me what you’ve done to earn the use of my bedroom.” His voice had taken on that authoritative tone that melted you like butter in the sun. He was getting into character and you accepted you'd better do your part in the play as well.
“No, sir,” you said meekly.
His lips were back on yours, drinking from you in deep gulps. At one point you would swear he was going to lift you off the ground, his hands grabbed at your body so desperately. You matched his fervor, guided only by your hands now that you couldn't see. You roamed along his back, tracing his skin through the rich material of his shirt and desperately wishing it was off. With all the kissing, you needed some skin-to-skin contact before you fainted from the sheer passion passing between your mouths.
And then, abruptly, Seokjin pulled away from you. You caught yourself just before a whimper of disappointment could pass your lips.
“Tell me your safe word,” he growled.
You would’ve blinked had your eyes not already been closed. Growled?
“W-windex.”
“Good girl.”
For a moment, all was quiet and it left you with a sense of uncertainty. You strained your ears, trying to pick up anything you could without the use of your sight. You reached out a hand, testing the air in front of you and confirmed the space was empty. Then you pulled it back to your side, a little embarrassed at how silly you must look.
“I'm going to test your senses tonight." His voice sounded farther away now, your ears following as best they could. A moment later the room filled with the rich sound of music, quiet R&B drifting from the speakers and warming the space. Another moment and his voice was back, closer to you again. You cursed the rug, cutting off your chances of at least hearing any of his footsteps. "I want to work out what you can and can’t handle. If anything becomes too much for you, you know what to say. Don’t let the excitement of the experience hinder your safety.”
“Hm, my excitement, huh? Cocky.” You smiled, but it faltered when you felt a finger run along your throat. It trailed up along your neck and ended with what you guessed was a thumb pressed against your lips.
“Good thing you like cocky.” Your thighs clenched together without your permission.
This time kissing him was a brand new experience. Without the use of your eyes to take a peek at him, everything felt a bit more feral, driven by instincts you had neglected for too long. Every time your lips parted, you could tell he was simply looking at you. It felt strange to not be able to search those eyes. It was one thing to rely on your memory and another to have them staring you down. But these formless sensations were thrilling, if a little disorienting.
His hands cupped the flesh of your ass through your pants, giving each cheek a healthy squeeze. “Are you attached to any of these clothes?”
You thought for a moment, considering everything you wore. While they were nice quality clothing, you wouldn’t be too upset if they were ruined by various fluids, bodily or otherwise. But what exactly could he plan to do that would ruin them for good?
“Why?" you asked. "Are the stains going to be that bad? I have a very good dry cleaner.”
“Y/N, I know this is a quick transition, but I want you to remember our situation. I asked you a question.”
You stiffened a little, unprepared for the full switch of his character. This was the Seokjin you had seen glimpses of in your encounters, strict and demanding of your obedience. He had been slowly slipping into form and you chastised yourself for not joining him there sooner.
“No, sir. No attachment.”
“Good.”
You felt his hands grip your shirt and in a yank that had your entire body jerking forward, you heard the ripping sound of your blouse, threads and fabric shredding apart. This wasn't just buttons popping off that could be sewn back together. This was utter destruction, as though a wolf had appeared and gripped the garment in its jaws, separating silk and cotton blends until they hardly resembled fabric at all, irreparably ripping along the panels of cloth.
The cool of the room met the skin of your stomach as uneven strips of your now ruined shirt hung limply around you. Your mouth fell open, stunned at the sudden violence done to your wardrobe. You found yourself unable to speak, mind taking too long to process what had just happened.
A hand gripped you from behind, closing in around your throat just tight enough to make you tense. His thumb pressed against your chin, turning your face to the side until you could feel the smooth skin of Seokjin's face against your own. You smelled the sweetness of his breath as his mouth grazed along your jaw, the pressure from his lips a rough mix between kissing and bruising.
“You are my property tonight. Do you understand?”
You swallowed, feeling the flex of your throat against the palm of his hand. “Yes, sir.”
"See that you don't forget."
He slid off the remains of your shirt and for a second you worried about the fate of your expensive bra. But he was gentle in removing that garment, fingers grazing lightly against your back as he unhooked it and slid it from your arms. You heard a quiet puff sound as it landed somewhere on the carpet.
And then the room fell quiet again. Seokjin had stepped away from you, you could tell from the loss of his body heat. The room was temperature-controlled, so it wasn’t exactly that you felt cold. Only that the heat radiating from him was intense on a different level, a warmth you could feel all the way down to your bones.
“Hmm, interesting…”
His voice was so close again, just in front of your face. You sucked in a breath at the suddenness of it and you would swear you heard him laugh in response.
“Have your lovers ever just watched you? Not while you were dancing, but just intimately taken the time to absorb your body?” His voice drifted down as he moved, as if he might have been kneeling or bending over. “Have they watched your body react to their eyes on you?”
"Lots of people have watched my body. I quite enjoy it."
You heard him suck on his teeth for a second. “Look at you, you really do love it. You can’t even see me watching you and yet…” You felt his finger brush past your nipple, setting off sparks on the sensitive skin. You inhaled a sharp breath, already desperate for more.
His hands didn’t wait long to grant your wish, fingertips tracing light circles along the skin of your areolas. When they brushed your nipples again, a soft moan, barely there, escaped your lips.
The next moment you could tell from the angle of his hands that he was back in a standing position, palms cupping each of your breasts and squeezing them between his fingers. His touch started gentle, then his fingertips began making light pinches your at nipples, causing pleasant stings and drawing quiet gasps from you each time.
His fingers moved, along the bare skin of your torso, leaving behind a trail of warmth until they met your pants, slipping down to cup your ass through the material. You hoped, with him pressing his body closer, that his lips would find yours again, but no such relief came to you. Instead, you felt his face pressing into the crook of your neck, the tickle of his breath against your skin as his hands roughly squeezed and groped at your backside.
“Fuck,” he breathed, searing hot against your skin. “How can you have an ass this good? It’s not legal.”
You felt him shift, hands gripping roughly at the side seam of your pants. The force of his pull pressed your body even closer to his. You imagined the muscles in his arms, his chest flexing with the effort. And then he jerked your body forward with his effort, twice, three times, until the sound of ripping came and Seokjin followed the tear down until the panels of your pant’s fabric hung open around your legs.
He repeated the same at the other side, grunting a couple of times as he pulled, until the material gave way and his destruction of your clothing was complete. He ripped away the ruined pants from your legs, letting them fall at your feet. You heard another noise that might have been him kicking them away.
Before you could even be shocked, his hands were immediately at your hips, easily ripping the side of your lacy panties apart. His groan was quieter this time, but you could hear the satisfaction in it, and again when he ripped apart the other side.
A quiet moment passed where all you could hear beyond the soft music in the background was Seokjin’s heavy breath, feeling it brush your neck. With your body still pressed against his chest, your hands itched at your sides to reach for him, to pull him into a kiss and collapse together onto the rug.
His hand slid from your hip, landing between your legs and cupping your mound. Then he paused. You knew your panties were damp, knew his fingers would be able to feel how wet he’d already made you. His testing touches and this display of savagery had been coursing its way through your body and this was the result.
His fingers flexed against you, pressing softly against your wetness. Then he pulled away your last destroyed garment in one swift motion. You were finally completely naked to him, all your clothes torn away by his hands. You felt oddly exposed, but it was a good feeling. You wanted him to see your body and you could guess from his actions that he wanted to see it.
He stepped away from you then and the quiet returned. You couldn’t hear anything beyond music, obviously couldn’t see. Was he just staring at you? Your nipples stiffened more, heart racing a little at the thought of him just watching you. You were still fuzzy on the rules. You were his property. Here only to follow orders. But did that mean you couldn’t speak? Couldn’t reach out to touch him as you pleased? And why had he stopped kissing you? You’d relished every time his pillow-soft lips met yours, found yourself craving the touch, the taste of his mouth.
“Tell me.” You heard his voice behind you now, felt a hand slip around your waist and pull you back against his broad chest. “Exactly what part of that made your pussy already drip for me?”
“All of it,” you panted. He didn’t turn your head this time, instead planting wet kisses along the back of your neck, painting his tongue across your skin as though you were a blank canvas.
One hand still resting at your hip, the other slid up the bare skin of your stomach, cupping one of your breasts. His fingers closed onto your nipple, giving it a soft pinch.
“So this pain?” he asked. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, lips barely leaving your skin as he spoke. He gave your nipple another pinch, a little harder this time, and a moan escaped your lips without your permission.
“I see,” he purred.
What were words? You only knew the sound of Seokjin’s breathing, the sounds of your own moaning as his hands toyed with your breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh of them, gently, roughly, gently again. And your nipples, oh god your nipples. You felt like an instrument, fine-tuned to the strokes of his fingers, squeezes that would’ve stung too much if done by anyone else. But by Seokjin, they only made pleasure hum through your body and ecstasy spill from your lips. He accompanied his hands with his mouth, leaving love bites all across your neck and shoulders.
With your body pressed so close to his you could feel you weren’t the only one enjoying themselves in this scenario. You ground your ass into his erection more than once, silently begging for his pants to disappear so you could savor everything underneath.
You slipped your hands behind you at some point, only meaning to touch. But he stopped you before you could reach your goal, a rough hand grabbing your wrist and wrenching it back to your side.
“Did I give you permission to put your hands on me?” His voice was so stern you could feel shameful heat flooding your cheeks.
“No, sir. I’m so sorry, sir.”
You heard a quick swipe of fabric, and then Seokjin’s hands were at your arms, adjusting your hands so that they lay clasped together against your chest. You felt a series of concentrated tugs, Seokjin’s hands moving quickly, but his moves delicate as he bound whatever the fabric was around your wrists.
And then he let go.
“How does that feel?”
You lowered your arms and found your wrists firmly pressed together. The position wasn’t uncomfortable, but with a little flex you could tell you weren’t getting out of whatever knot he had bound.
“It feels alright. Were you hiding rope in your back pocket?”
“It’s my tie, smartass. Since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m taking them away from you. Touch me without my express permission again and you’ll regret it, angel.”
You winced, cursing your mouth for the millionth time. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’re such an eager thing,” he said, body still pressed against you from behind. “The way you’ve been squirming, pressing those thighs together at the slightest touch.”
“Of course I’m eager,” you said, your voice a touch whinier than you meant. In your defense, you had been going mad for days and your capacity to resist any orgasmic relief was understandably small. “I want you. I want to come with you.”
“Oh?” he asked, and it felt as though you were a misbehaving student, his condescension clear. “You want release? Already? We’re only getting started.”
His hands were back at your breasts then, re-igniting your pleasure.
"Tell me more about what you want tonight, Y/N."
"You. I want you, sir." The press of his excitement against your ass was still driving you mad and, though he’d taken care of your hands, he didn’t stop your hips from pressing back desperately to meet him.
"Mm, and what do you want from me?"
"I want to please you. Feel your cock on my tongue. I want to feel you inside me."
A lone finger traced the curve of your breast and wound its way to the hollow of your throat. "How long has it been, hm? Your body's wound so tight."
"Too long. Please say that'll change."
Seokjin only hummed to himself. His hands were on your shoulders then and you felt a light downward pressure.
“On your knees for me, angel.”
With his hands guiding your movements you slowly lowered yourself to your knees. Now you were more than grateful for the addition of the carpet, soft fabric keeping the position from being uncomfortable.
You felt his hands leave you and a few moments later, the quiet tinkle of metal. You guessed he was back at his trunk, choosing whatever tool he planned to drive you mad with next.
“I’m going to try these on you and I want you to tell me if it’s too much, alright?” You lifted your head towards his voice as he reappeared in front of you. You wondered what he was planning, but nodded at his question all the same. Then yelped as a sharp sting hit your flank.
“Answer me when I ask you a question.”
“Yes, sir.” Why was it so arousing when he spoke to you that way? You bit your lip as if you could chase away the surge of heat shooting through you with the pain.
“Now, I don’t want you to move. If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll give you a reward. But if you can’t obey, I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand?”
You had so many questions. Were you meant to want the punishment? Did he really expect you not to move and for how long? And how difficult was he going to make the effort? But you bit back each one, determined to rein in some control over your tongue. “Yes, sir.”
You felt a hand cup your breast, Seokjin’s thumb circling your nipple in that agonizing tease that you loved and hated at the same time. Then you felt a much tighter pressure circling the tender nub of flesh. Your other breast was met with the same pressure, not uncomfortable, but definitely a squeeze. You couldn’t tell what material was causing the feeling.
“These are called tweezer clamps. They’re best for beginners because they’re easy to adjust and not too uncomfortable. I’ll go slow and you tell me when the pain crosses from enjoyable to too much.”
You heard the quiet scrape of metal against metal and the pressure on your nipple changed dramatically, from a gentle squeeze to a much tighter pinch. Your lips fell open at the pain, but you didn’t make a sound.
“Too much?”
“No," you swallowed. "I just wasn’t expecting it.”
He matched each nipple together, tightening them in subtle increments and pausing to gauge your reaction. Slowly, the pressure continued, the pinch of each slipping more and more to a slow burning pain. But it was more satisfying than anything. You caved at some point, moaning something incomprehensible, and felt his hands stop their adjustments.
“There good?”
You nodded, then before he could strike you again, you forced out the words. “Yes, sir. Yes.”
Seokjin’s hand brushed the top of your thigh.
“You really like these, hm? Look at your pussy, just drooling at the pain.”
You shuddered when his hand slipped between your thighs. You felt a single finger slipping along the lips of your wetness. He stroked it back and forth a few times, as if testing the feel of you. You wanted to squirm, to ground your over-sensitive nub against his hand. But you had a feeling if you moved even so much as an inch, he would make you regret it. You held firm, even as he added a second finger to run along your soaking skin.
When he grazed your clit you inhaled audibly.
“Yes?” His fingers stroked you again there and you swallowed a moan. God, could he please just fuck you already? You’d never met a man with whatever steadfast control Seokjin had. Anyone else would’ve already been buried in you to the hilt by now, but somehow the frenzy he made you feel wasn’t enough to push him to that step just yet and it drove you mad. You bit down on your tongue.
“No, no, pet," he cooed. "Let me hear you.”
His fingers focused on you then, swirling around at your sensitive clit. Your thighs shuddered, the clamps at your nipples swaying just enough to bring fresh swells of pain to marry the white hot heat he was generating between your legs. Your mouth betrayed you, moans spilling past your lips as he continued.
“That’s it, angel. Tell me how much you wanted this.”
“So much, sir. I’ve wanted your hands on my pussy all week.”
His fingers slid further between your legs then, circling your entrance lightly. Your body tensed, anticipating the relief of finally feeling him inside you. But the teasing went on, penetration just outside your reach. You wanted to scream.
“Please,” you whined instead.
“Mm. How desperate you look, my angel. Will you beg for it?” His finger dipped at your entrance, barely and only for a moment before he went back to his teasing circles. Your mind was shouting.
“Please put your fingers in me, sir. Please let me feel them inside me, I need it more than anything. Please.”
“And once they’re inside?” he challenged. He really was going to make you work for this the entire way. You flexed your bound fingers, desperate to grab hold of him, but knowing it would be a bad idea. But if Seokjin thought you were too demure to tell him exactly what you wanted, he had chosen the wrong woman.
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers, sir.”
Two of Seokjin’s fingers plunged into your depths. Your mind spun as he obliged your request, his movements slow at first while his thumb traced circles around your swollen bud. It was heaven, ecstasy that built steadily. Your thighs were shaking, partially from holding yourself up on your knees, but mostly because it was so hard not to grind yourself into his hand. You had to keep reminding yourself not to move, to let his hand do all the work.
But as his fingers sped, curling into you and grazing you in perfect places, sensibility was quickly leaving your mind. His other hand toyed with the clamps on your breasts, jolts of sweet pain quickening your quickly approaching release.
“Close?”
“Soclosesoclose.” The words came out a slur, your hips jerking forward into his hand, guiding his fingers deeper as the relief you have been denied for days finally came into view. Just a second more, just another stroke against your desperate clit.
Seokjin’s hand disappeared from between your legs.
“No, please,” you cried out. Your body sagged sideways, pussy aching as the swell of your orgasm receded.
“No? You asked me to fuck you with my fingers. You didn’t mention anything about coming.”
“You bastard,” you spat, then bit your lip, suddenly remembering your position in this play. “Sorry, sir. I just…you haven’t let me come for days.”
“You haven’t earned it, angel. And look at you now, still breaking my simple rules.” You felt warm, wet fingers at your neck, Seokjin smearing your own slick against your skin as he forced your body upright. The motion abruptly changed the angle of your nipple clamps, the sting radiating across your breasts.
“Now, I have to learn where your limit is. So be a good girl and don’t come until I say you can, alright? Can you understand that simple request, hm?”
You hesitated for a moment. What limit? But of course you knew you needed to comply.
“Yes, sir.”
And so you surrendered any last shred of your control, surrendered yourself to his whims. And Seokjin took full advantage of your surrender, burying his fingers into you over and over. His other hand took up your clamps, teasing out more pain little by little while his lips and teeth revisited their marked spots all along your neck.
And it was all scary and liberating and, oh god, your body was going to fall apart. You couldn’t take much more.
“You’re clenching so hard you’re going to take my fingers off, angel.”
“Pleaseletmecome.” The words drained out of you like an untapped faucet.
“Not yet,” he answered simply, and continued pulling you in the opposite direction, closer and closer to your end. His thumb circled your clit furiously and you knew there was no way you could stop it, your orgasm was right there, kicking down the door.
“Si..sir, please. Please, I can’t, please.” Your mind was split into two versions of yourself: the one that hated how pathetic you sounded and the other that loved that it was all for Seokjin.
“You will.”
But only a second later, just as the heat began to bubble over, his hand pulled away again. This time when your body slumped, it was against his chest. You didn’t care about any rules, couldn’t. Twice now you had been dragged to heaven, only to have the golden gates shut right in your face at the last second. Beyond frustrated, you screamed into his shirt and heard Seokjin’s chuckle in return.
“You have such a pretty scream,” he mused. You wanted to curse him. To tell him to go fuck himself. Instead, you only whimpered.
You felt wet fingers again, this time at your chin. Though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was lifting your face to his. You waited for his lips to meet yours, but this desire too he didn’t seem interested in indulging.
“If you’ll recall, you were quite adamant that you could handle any punishment I could dole out. You practically begged me to show you real pain. Is that still what you want?”
Moderately distracted from your dissatisfaction, your already sore nipples were more than enough confirmation for you. “Yes. Hurt me.”
“Careful,” he warned.
“Please punish me, sir.”
You heard him move from in front of you, but lost track of him for a few moments. Then his hand was beneath your bound wrists, helping you up from the carpet. Your legs felt weak, but you followed his guidance as he led you forward a few steps. You heard the sound of his couch, the leather-covered cushion deflating slightly as Seokjin sat on it.
His hands guided you down onto your stomach, your arms laid out in front of you and your backside up while you lay stretched across his lap. Your nipple clamps dangled just above the couch, gravity aiding the faint draw of pain.
A smooth hand slid across one of the cheeks of your ass.
“Tell me about what you like to be called,” Seokjin said. His fingers continued soothing strokes against your ass, the lull of his gentility soothing even as your folds ached for attention.
“I like angel,” you said.
“Pet?”
You hummed in agreement. If Seokjin was upset at your lack of verbal response, he didn't let on.
“Baby girl?”
Namjoon flashed across your mind’s eye with the use of that particular pet name. Seokjin must have sensed something uncomfortable in your reaction.
“But you're no girl. You're all woman, brilliant and sexy. And mine.”
“Yes, sir,” you obliged. “All yours, sir.”
“Whore?” It was a word you had never heard him say before. It sounded so dirty in his voice and you meant to tell him as much. And then his hand clapped down onto your ass with enough force to choke off your words. You yelped instead.
“Slut?” Another slap, though less shocking this time since you could expect it. You moaned instead, enjoying the sting of his hand.
“Mmm, you like those.” His hand returned to its gentle rubbing. “How about me? What do you want to call me?”
“Master?” you asked quietly, panting through the word. It had stuck out to you in his little book, traditional, but sexy.
“I don't know that I want to make a slave out of you. You might have to earn that one, angel.”
A few more swats against your cheeks were followed by gentle rubs. And then, suddenly and without warning, his fingers were back inside you, exploring your swollen cunt like an expert diver. Your hips bucked involuntarily, and then again when you felt pressure return to your clit. He was back to fingering you, pulling you towards the edge with speed like no other lover you’d ever had.
Your nipple clamps grazed against the couch with your squirming, pain and pleasure once against melting together as Seokjin built your orgasm stone by stone.
Then the pressure was gone, instead replaced by his wet hand slapping down hard onto your ass. Once. Twice. So many times you lost count and your body squirmed at the pain, at the loss of yet another orgasm. You were sure you were moaning, losing yourself in the heat of it.
Then it stopped, fingers slipping back into you as though they never left.
“Do you know how many hard-ons I had to hide this week because of you, angel? Because of this body and that filthy mouth of yours, hm?”
His thumb was circling your clit so slow, it was agonizing. But your mouth couldn’t form words to respond. You could feel the press of his current hard-on beneath your belly, but it was easily drowned out by the feel of his fingers and the burning heat of your abused bottom.
“I’ll be punishing you for each one.”
“I’ll be good,” you breathed, barely coherent. “I swear. Please.” He didn’t bother to ask what you were begging for.
You didn’t know how long he alternated between smacking your bottom to hell and dragging your orgasm back and forth. When his hand pulled away and he didn’t continue, your head lolled to the side. You licked your lips, finding a string of drool that had collected at the corner of your mouth.
“How do your hands feel?” he asked, voice more gentle than you’d heard it for the past…how long had it been?
You wiggled your fingers. “Fine. They don’t hurt or anything.”
“Good.” You felt something cool against your butt cheeks, hissing at the sting of the foreign object.
You felt it slap against your ass, back arching at this new texture of pain. His hands were one thing, but whatever he had switched to was stiffer and had more bite. You bit your lip, and hummed as he brought it down again.
And again.
And again.
And, dear god, it hurt so good.
“My filthy slut, you’re loving this aren’t you?” Seokjin’s rough voice felt like a satisfying scratch deep inside you. “Your dripping pussy clenches every time the paddle hits you.”
“Yesplease.”
Seokjin obliged your unspoken request and your world started to blur, mind dimming to only the points of pain at your body. Your breasts were aching, the clamps shaking with each burning hit of leather. And it was the most euphoric thing you had ever felt. Again and again, striking forces that bled together against your ass cheeks in blissful heat.
“You’re taking your discipline so well, angel,” he purred. His voice sounded muffled, drifting in from some far away plane. His swats never stopped and you realized you never wanted them to.
“Harder.” You couldn’t recognize your own voice, if words were even something that existed right now. You felt yourself teetering on the edge of some great discovery, some unknown force poised to pull you out of yourself and ascend your perception of pleasure to places unknown. You made another plea, the words garbled like a strangled noise, waiting for his paddle to strike your aching flesh, the burn of each sting like an electric charge inside you.
Instead you felt his hand, soft and so gentle, fingers brushing against your stinging skin. His strokes were comforting, though whatever new sensation you had been stumbling upon receded at this tender touch, scattering like sand in the wind.
Seokjin’s fingers grazed your dripping slit and his voice slowly drifted in. He spoke in gentle whispers, cooing words that sounded as though he had been speaking for a while, but unable to reach your ears. You strained your ears, felt the intense throbbing in your chest recede as his soft touch drifted back and forth.
“Seokjin…”
Saying his name felt like whistling into a breeze at the edge of a dream, one drawing you closer, calling you back to its embrace. His hands paused for a moment, then slowly he adjusted your body, repositioning you so that you sat up on his lap. He placed a hand at the side of your head, cradling you to his chest.
“I’m here, Y/N. Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Fucking great,” you breathed. You felt a light pressure at the back of your head and then the dim light of the room faded in as the silk of the blindfold was removed. Seokjin lifted your chin, staring at your eyes like he was studying them. You felt yourself smile, accepting that your memory was shit compared to the real thing. It was so good to see his face, to fall into those gorgeous eyes, like dipping into a mineral hot spring and coming out healed.
“Wow,” you said. It was all you could get out. God, he was so beautiful you wanted to cry.
“I’m going to go to the kitchen for just a moment, alright? Don’t try to move, just stay here. I'll be right back. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He extricated himself from beneath you, carefully leaning you back against the couch cushions and adjusting your bound wrists to lay comfortably in your lap. He worked with delicate fingers, likely trying not to irritate the soreness you felt on your backside. But the pain was numb at best and you felt comfortable where you sat. You watched as he headed to another area of the apartment you’d never seen. The living room was quiet after that, save for the barely audible thrumming of Seokjin’s R&B playlist.
He returned a moment later as promised, slipping back beneath you and holding you in his lap.
“Drink for me.”
Cool water spilled in your mouth as he tipped the glass to your lips. Seokjin’s hand began stroking your hair, his cooing continuing while you drank. “Good girl, that’s my angel.”
When the glass was emptied he leaned across you and sat it on an end table, returning to holding you, his tenderness such a change from before that it left you a bit speechless.
“Y/N, you’ve never had anyone spank you like that before, have you?
“Never,” you shook your head then regretted it, a wave of dizziness settling between your eyes. “Uh, smack my ass during sex, yes. But not like that, nothing like that. That was incredible.”
“Are you sure you want to continue?”
“Yes, of course.” His concerns made the worries you had before the session suddenly resurface. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, pet,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “It’s my job to take care of you and make sure you’re alright.”
You grinned at that. “I think kissing would help take care of me. Lots and lots of kisses.”
The half-smile that made your chest grow tight replaced the worry on his face. “Ah, there’s that smart mouth.”
His hand slipped from your head and down your side to grip your ass. You sucked in a breath at the sting of pain, eyelids fluttering at how good it felt.
Seokjin laid you back onto the couch carefully, hovering just above your body. His knee pressed between your legs, spreading them slightly as he focused on you, watching your reaction. Your eyes fell to the massive impression of his length beneath his pants. And you realized he was still fully clothed, shirt still buttoned, pants still on. You huffed, but didn’t bother to clarify the source of your frustration.
He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, your cheek. But passed your mouth, kissing your throat instead.
“Kisses,” you whined petulantly.
“I like to think I treat my property well. You asked me for kisses, I’m giving you kisses.”
“On my lips!” you pouted.
“Yes, angel. I’m getting there.”
His mouth continued its trek down your body, until he was pressing a soft kiss against the inside of your thigh. Then he paused and you looked down to see him staring between your legs, that faraway look of hunger passing across his stare.
“Quite a mess down here,” he said, then laughed quietly. You huffed. As if it wasn’t completely his fault.
Seokjin lowered his head then and you felt the softest kiss against your lower lips, then another. He kissed up and down, the quietest wet noises meeting each one. You squirmed, anxious for more contact.
His head nudged your legs further apart and then you felt a jolt as his lips met your swollen bud. You breathed out heavy. He kissed it just a few more times, then down your slit, until you felt his tongue dart out at your entrance.
Once his tongue slipped inside you, you knew it was over. His nose brushed your clit every few seconds as his tongue drew slow circles inside you and your hips jerked at the touch each time. Each swipe drew that searing heat back down between your legs and you wanted to cry at the thought of him not letting it consume you.
When you supposed he had his fill of drinking you, you felt his tongue make its way back to your clit. He made agonizingly slow kitten licks and you were panting, whimpering at the stimulation. More, you needed more and he just wouldn’t let you go. You wanted so badly to reach down and put your hands in his hair, to shove his face forward and let him know how badly you needed him to continue.
You felt his hands against your thighs, pressing them further apart as if he was preparing for a feast. His tongue mercifully sped up then and you cried out in kind.
“Yesyesyes.”
Finally. You wished he would slip his fingers inside you, but this was enough. The pressure of his speeding tongue against your clit was enough and you were right back where he’d pulled you all night, right at the edge. You raised your hips to meet him, mouth hanging open as his tongue promised you release.
Seokjin took in a deep breath when he pulled away from you, as if he hadn’t breathed the entire time his mouth had been between your legs.
You collapsed back onto the couch, frustrated. You were angry and horny and this man was playing you like a battered violin, toying with each string at his leisure.
“Please…”
“Please what, my pretty angel?”
“Please let me come. Please put your fingers in me, your cock, anything, please, and let me fucking come.”
He had the nerve to only sound amused. “Is that still what you want? Release?”
“You know it is, you motherfucker,” you hissed.
His tongue was back on your clit, fingers teasingly spreading your folds. But no finger met your aching hole, only circling the wetness just outside your entrance.
Oh god, that tongue. You were going to come with his tongue swirling against your clit while you clenched around nothing. It didn’t matter. This time, this time.
He pulled away and the scream that ripped from your throat was inhuman.
“Your body is so easy to read,” he said and you could hear the smile in it.
“Please,” your voice was hoarse, body shaking. “I can’t take anymore, dear god, please.”
At the edge of your vision you saw him move, felt his pressure on the couch shift him from between your legs. His hands were at your bound ones then, pulling you up into a sitting position. He stroked a gentle hand across your forehead and had the nerve to smile at you. And suddenly you were reminded of the last time you’d been at his apartment, when he’d been about to slip his fingers into you and then sent you home.
You whined, pouting your lips in a desperate attempt at garnering his pity. You wouldn’t be able to obey if he sent you home this way. You would go mad if you didn't come.
After being forced to touch yourself for half the week, no release in sight, you were ready to burst. If this was it. After all this cruel teasing, if he had the audacity to make you go home again with no satisfaction. Well, that must be a fate worse than death.
His hands adjusted your body, pulling you onto his lap and straddling your knees over one of his thighs. The clamps on your nipples shook with your movements, and the pain they caused only made your ache even deeper. He stared at you, looking so pleased with himself that you wanted to hit him. Your hands may have still been bound with his tie, but you believed you could still find the strength to knock him into next week.
“So you want to come?”
“Yes…please…” You leaned forward, pressing your face against his shoulder and bringing your lips closer to his ear. “Please, sir. Please be kind to me, I’ve been so good, please,” you begged. You would do anything he asked, anything, if he would just let you.
“Go on then. Come.”
You sat up, thoroughly confused. “What?”
Seokjin’s grin was a little unkind, showing more of his teeth as he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes challenging you to look away. “Grind that pussy into my thigh and make yourself come.”
You blinked. There was no way he was serious.
“Is that what would please you, sir? Watching me get off on your leg?” He didn’t respond, expression still smug. “Maybe you’d rather-”
You yelped a little when his hands were suddenly in your hair, pulling you aside roughly, his mouth placing a not-so-tender bite against your neck. His words felt like steam as he spoke them against your skin, hot and sticky.
“What would please me is if you’d do exactly as I’ve asked, angel.”
He let go of your hair, hands slipping down to rest on either side of your hips.
“You’re still not allowed to touch me without permission," he said coldly. "And no kissing.”
You whined, leaning forward against him again. “Please,” you whimpered into his neck. “Pleasepleaseplease. I’ve been a good girl, I’ve been so good for you, sir.”
“Yes, baby. And this is your reward. Now you’re going to roll that pretty pussy against me so you can finally come like you’ve been begging to all night.”
Baby? That one definitely hadn’t been on his list of names from earlier.
It felt a little demeaning, being forced to make yourself come this way. But the way he watched you. The way he held his tongue between his teeth. Here you were, used to drawing the desire out of others, teasing them without any promise of release. And now, as if in retaliation for all the unsatisfied hard-ons you’d caused, here was Seokjin, denying you your own longing every step of the way in the most satisfying way possible.
You rolled your hips forward without hesitation. Your wetness met the soft cloth of his pants, the smooth glide surprising. And stimulating. And you supposed the firm pressure of his thick thigh helped a bit as well. You pressed forward again and then again, savoring the feel of his body between your legs. You closed your eyes, concentrating on the sensation. If he was really going to make you come this way, you were going to take it for all it was worth.
“Tell me what you're thinking," he says, voice quiet.
“About you.” His fingers gripped your chin firmly, jerking your head up. You opened your eyes, met his own just inches away. They looked so dark behind the soft line of his eyelashes, the coffee brown deepened to an almost inky black.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” You didn’t look away, holding his eyes this time.
“About you watching me while I get off on your thigh.”
“I already know you love being watched.”
“About how I wish you were touching me. I'd give anything to feel your hands.” You'd meant his cock. You could feel it against your thigh each time you rolled forward. Fuck, you would give anything to feel it buried between your legs right now.
“Even if it was more of me punishing you?”
“God, yes,” you moaned and kept up your grind.
“You enjoy being treated like that, like a toy strictly for my pleasure. Like my rag doll.”
“Yes.” The heat was already coiling just below your stomach.
“You want that from me? To fuck you raw and toss your body around until you’re bruised and whimpering?”
Your eyes rolled shut. “Yes, yes, please.”
You yelped when his leg bounced between your thighs, the sweet pressure making your thighs squeeze closer together.
“Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you while you rub that dirty pussy on my leg like the needy little slut you are.”
You were starting to feel a little light-headed and his words weren’t helping at all. You slid forward a little more, pressing your body closer to his. You wanted to be as close as possible, dragging your clit back and forth across him like this.
“I want you to be rough with me, sir, please. Please use my body however you want. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.”
“You want to be my cock whore, hm?” His hands slipped to your hips, drawing your body even closer. The clamps on your breasts brushed against his chest and you moaned at the stimulation.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my name.”
“You know what was hottest for me? Watching you come all over my hand. That pussy of yours can’t resist being controlled, can it? You get wet just at the thought of doing what I say, hm?”
You bit your lip. You wanted him to kiss you so badly. You clenched against the firm muscle of his thigh, trying desperately to hold yourself back from nudging up his chin and just taking up those lips. You wanted to, god you wanted to. But then he might not let you come and that fate would be so much worse.
“Kiss me,” you plead instead. You knew the mess between you was growing worse and worse. Yet another pair of his pants stained by you. But maybe that was one of his kinks too.
“You heard my rules,” he said simply.
You leaned forward, the height of your orgasm mounting. You were so close to the plump of those lips, just a little more and you could have them. It was so hard to hold back, your mouth was desperate for the connection. Just one kiss and you knew that would be enough to drag you over.
“Oww!”
You cried out in pain as his hand yanked you by your hair, pulling you sideways away from his mouth. The force as he tugged your hair threw off your movement, shifting your body slightly. Without your arms to help, you lost your balance and slid across his lap. Just enough, you found, to leave your soaking heat poised just against the curve of his thick cock.
You didn’t move your hips, instead looking up into Seokjin’s eyes. He gave away nothing, a stone wall that he was daring you to knock down. But the feel of him pressed against you gave you courage to rise to the challenge.
You rolled your hips, grinding your clit against his still clothed erection. You didn’t take your eyes away from his, silently bracing yourself for another sudden, punishing pain. You ground in again. But no pain came. Seokjin stared back into your eyes, unreadable. But he didn't stop your movements.
So you spread your legs a little further and committed, rubbing your swollen nub against him. And somehow it was more intoxicating, the feel of his cock against your sensitive labia, the rub against the soft cloth of his pants somehow more stimulating just knowing that the hardness you’d dreamt of all night was just beneath. You heard your breathing rising in your chest, felt the knot inside you tighten more and more.
And after a few moments, you saw his nostrils flare and you would swear you felt his cock twitch against you.
He was harder than stone. Leaning back comfortably into the couch cushions, he had a full view of you rubbing yourself against him. His hands slid down the sides of your thighs and around, grabbing rough fistfuls of your sore backside and pulling you back and forth, enhancing the ardency of your movements.
Some shred of obedience still within you as you lost your mind in all other aspects, you followed his rules. Though you wanted to grip his shirt, you didn’t touch. Though you wanted to devour his mouth, you didn’t lean into his lips. Instead you leaned forward against his chest, pressing your face into his neck. And you moaned, dear god you moaned. You wanted him to hear your desperation, your need as close as possible. You wanted him to know exactly when you would come apart on his cock.
He honed in a few slaps against your ass, the clamps on your nipples registering as they rubbed against his shirt. You licked your lips at some point, realizing you had been drooling against his skin, his neck damp with it. And you listened as Seokjin’s breath hitched up, almost imperceptible at first, then louder, more labored as he guided your hips to move faster, made your stroke deeper.
Your brain was so far gone you almost didn’t hear it. But being so close to his mouth, your ear picked up the sound. Quietly, a moan escaped Seokjin’s lips. You felt a blazing surge of heat shoot through to your core, your grinding hips spurred on by the sound.
"Seo-"
His name disappeared in your throat, swallowed by the intense pain of his hands gripping your tender ass. He was helping to drive the movements of your hips, speeding your ride in his lap. His cock twitched beneath your folds, his lips parted.
He seemed to realize you were looking at him and bent forward, sinking his teeth into your neck hard. It made you yelp, made the sweet press of pain against you draw your body closer to the edge. You were going to snap. Your body was going to break.
“You’re close.”
“Yes.” Your voice sounded so far away, the bubble between your legs just moments from bursting.
“I want to watch you fall apart for me,” he purred into your ear, biting the earlobe before leaning back. His pupils were blown so wide you saw yourself in them, drowning in the warm sea of his desire. With one hand still gripping your rocking hips, the other reached down to one of the clamps on your nipple. He gave it a hard tug and the pain shot through you like a lightning bolt. You felt yourself on the precipice, seconds from toppling over the side.
“Soak my cock, angel,” he said, whisper-quiet and punctuated by one more tug on the clamp.
And so you fell.
Your moans came out staccato, your body shuddering as the force of your orgasm careened into you. And Seokjin hadn’t let go of the clamp, in fact his hand had let go of your hip and grabbed the other one, tugging them both just enough to add a satisfying burn of pain to your pleasure.
“Good girl, you're my good girl, beautiful,” he cooed.
Your body trembled against his chest as pleasure rolled over you in waves, slowly receding. You whimpered as it subsided, the burn that had been building in you for days finally sated, though not completely satisfied. You could still feel him between your legs, the solid impression of his still-clothed stiff cock pressed against your absurdly wet folds. And the desire for more, to bury his length deep inside you still lingered at the edge of your temporarily appeased hunger.
“You're going to be so sore in the morning.”
You were sore now, you thought, but didn’t have the drive to say the words. You leaned forward against his chest and heard the wet noises of your release, smiling to yourself.
He’d asked you to soak his cock and you’d drowned it. You made a deep mental note to get him the number to your dry cleaner.
Seokjin’s hands slid around your waist, holding you close against him. He kissed the top of your head, your forehead, and finally, after all your yearning, your lips. You drank him in like spring water, the sweet attention refreshing.
“You feel alright?” He asked, barely parting from your lips to speak.
You gave a weak nod and pressed forward, taking another deep gulp from his lips. He didn’t argue, didn’t pull away. Just returned your kiss like he was just as parched. Perhaps not kissing you all night had been as much of a denial for him as it had for you.
Still, they weren’t the hungry kisses you had been indulging in all week. These felt different, like a soothing salve to the burn between you. You weren’t sure how long you both sat there, your legs still spread across his lap, his hands cradling the back of your head, just kissing.
When he finally pulled away, it felt like an age had passed. You stared up into eyes that looked as disappointed about stopping as you felt. But his hands went between you to your wrists, quickly unknotting the tie around then until it fell off onto the couch beside you both. Then he took a moment to unfasten the little clamps from your nipples. They felt sore even with the little bits of metal off, but you were a little relieved for the pressure to be gone now that you'd had your fill.
Seokjin leaned your body up, adjusting your legs so that he could scoop an arm underneath them. With easy strength, he lifted your body and stood from the couch. Holding you like a princess, he began crossing the room.
He carried you down the apartment's hallway and into what could only be a bedroom. You could make out the bed, the room only lit by a small bedside table lamp. But before you could tilt your head to look past him to see more you were in a different room, all white tiles and pale wooden cabinets.
He stood you upright, but held you leaning against his body. Taking your hand he bent you forward, dipping your fingers into the steaming water of an enormous bathtub.
“Too hot?”
“No," you mumbled because it was all you could manage. "It feels nice.”
You watched him reach past you and toss something into the water. It began to fizz and you realized it was a bath bomb as deep notes of lavender and sweet musk began to fill the room.
“Can you stand?”
You leaned away from him. Your body ached, but you felt just fine. Not that you were complaining about the way he was spoiling you, but you were a big girl.
You nodded and Seokjin’s hands went to his pants. You finally noticed the enormous stain at his lap, turning the pants an impossibly deeper, shiny black. He stripped them off and then his hands reached for his shirt. You watched as his fingers paused at the top button, his eyes flicking to you for a brief moment.
What was that about? Was there really any cause for either of you to be shy now? You had just dry humped him into oblivion.
If he’d had any reservations they were gone quickly. He tossed his shirt on top of his discarded pants, leaving him bare save for his logo-emblazoned boxer-briefs. But apparently he planned to leave those on. You tried to burn the image of him wearing barely anything into your mind, the dark color of his nipples, the outlines of his ab muscles. But it seemed to fall through like so much water through open hands. He stepped into the enormous tub, holding out a hand for yours to follow.
You stepped into the warm water and Seokjin lowered you both into the tub, sitting behind you and placing you between his legs. He leaned you back against his chest, pressing a kiss against the top of your head.
“You were great tonight, beautiful. You listened so well.”
His hands slid up your arms to your shoulders and began making gentle massaging motions.
“Did I hurt you at all? Was anything overwhelming?”
“You were…phenomenal, Seokjin,” you breathed, relaxing into his hands.
You felt the rise of his chest pause just long enough for you to notice before it resumed. He kissed the top of your head.
“Beautiful.”
He held you there for a long while, hands moving about your body and massaging your muscles as though he could keep any ache at bay with his hands. At least he made an amazing effort at it, working out knots from your shoulders, arms, and thighs.
“You know I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Any time you use your safe word, I’ll stop.”
“I know. I trust you.” It had become more intimate each time you said the words.
“You're absolutely breathtaking.” Another kiss, this time just below your ear.
“And what about you? Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked. It buzzed in the back of your mind that, yet again, he hadn’t come himself. You were beginning to think he never wanted to.
You could feel Seokjin’s lips land against the back of your head.
“I couldn’t have asked for anything more.”
You wondered at that. At this point you knew you wouldn’t trade the events of the evening for anything else. It had been exciting and sensual in ways you had never known and, as you predicted, Seokjin had been wonderful throughout, guiding you and taking care of you at every step.
But that still didn’t explain the lack of sex. You chewed a little at your bottom lip. It was a dangling tease for you, considering he knew how badly you wanted him. And clearly his plan was to keep it from you as long as he liked, perhaps with your needy desire in mind. But instead of bothering you or leaving you unsatisfied, his withholding only increased your desire to continue this exploration. Sex was great, but the levels of pleasure he had been able to take you to while remaining fully clothed were on another plane of passion. You could be patient over a cock.
But what about Seokjin? You wanted to touch him, to bring him pleasure just as much. And he wasn’t devoid of desire either. Not only had he been ready to bury his cock in you earlier that very day, but you knew he was affected by the evening. Even now you could feel his swollen cock pressing against the base of your spine. But you considered. He was clearly after something else. The power and control he exercised over you, perhaps that was pleasure enough for him. For now.
His fingers continued working magic on your body, releasing tension from your head you had no idea was there. He peppered kisses to your head, your temples as he worked. At one point you felt your eyes opening, catching yourself right at the edge of drifting to sleep. Soon after you heard Seokjin’s gentle voice shake you from whatever trance you had been drifting into.
“It’s definitely been over three hours, angel. Where’s your alarm?”
“Oops. Guess I forgot.”
“Come on, let's get you home.”
He helped you up out of the bath. Your body still felt sore, a dull ache in your muscles and the skin of your ass still tender. But the hot soak and the massage had definitely helped. He reached up into a cabinet and pulled out some towels, helping you dry off and wrapping one around his waist.
You watched him reach elsewhere and then cup your cheek in his hand, wiping at your face with a damp, soft cloth.
A makeup wipe, you realized, suddenly embarrassed. He’d been calling you beautiful this whole time when you probably looked an absolute mess, makeup smudged and eyeliner run. His hands were careful as they worked, his lips pursed in concentration until he was satisfied.
Taking your hand he walked you out into the bedroom you’d passed before. The bed was enormous, but beyond that, in the low light, you couldn’t make out too many details of decor.
“Here,” he said, handing you a t-shirt and a pair of shorts with a drawstring. Right, you suddenly remembered. You had no clothes. He had torn yours to shreds like a wild animal.
You laughed to yourself while you took the clothes from his hands, then focused on slipping them on without falling over. Part of you wanted to talk about his apparent kink of destruction. But it was too difficult to form words for now, so that too you tucked into the back of your mind.
Seokjin had pulled on a t-shirt and shorts of his own. He made his way back to you and put a hand at your hip, gently guiding you out of the room. You gave it one last glance, wondering exactly what all you’d need to do to earn the right to be in there. Though you supposed, in time, you’d find out.
“It’s late and I know you've got to feel drained,” he said once you were back in the living room, though his hand never left your hip. “Do you want me to call you a ride?” His eyes softened. “Want me to drive you?”
“No, no, I'll be fine. I’m not super far.”
“Alright,” he said, stepping away from you. “Hang on, before you go…” His words trailed off and he held up a finger before heading off to what you now knew was the kitchen. He returned a second later with a full glass of orange juice, holding it up to you.
“Go on,” he urged. “The simple sugars will be good for you.”
You knocked back the glass under his watchful eye until it was empty. He nodded, looking pleased before taking it from you and sitting it on a side table and then returning to you.
“Still so good at taking orders,” he chuckled. You smiled, carding through your mind for a retort. But your thoughts felt slow for some reason, so you said nothing.
He pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, then one against your lips. Then another, this time longer. Unable to resist the temptation you met his kisses, taking long, deep draws on his lips. It was uncanny the way you both seemed drawn to each other’s mouths, as though you’d never kissed before. Though, you’d certainly never been kissed the way Kim Seokjin kissed you, like he drew his very life force from your mouth. It was intoxicating.
Eventually he had you pressed against the wall at the mouth of his entryway, just like so many times before. As though he were making up for a night full of missed kisses, he was unrelenting on your mouth. You would swear by the end you would know the shape of his tongue.
His body pressed into yours and you felt it then, his unsatisfied erection returned against your thigh. But this time your hands acted before you could caution them to behave. You cupped his cock between your fingers, enjoying the feel of his impressive length, the thickness of it under your hand. Need rekindled inside you, roaring from a low flame to a raging fire in a second.
“Mmm.” Seokjin groaned into your mouth, pressing you further back against the wall. A moan followed, his hips pressing forward and grinding into your hand.
“Ah,” he said suddenly, hand circling your wrist to stop you while he pulled away. Pinning your hand to your side, he pressed his forehead against yours, "Shit, you make me crazy."
You wanted him to give in to the crazy. You wanted to tell him as much, but your mouth wouldn’t form the words. You smiled instead, wiggling the fingers of your trapped hand to show they were willing to continue.
"Listen, I went easy on you tonight, but there's always a danger of your hormones screwing with you after a session. I want you checking in with me, alright? Keep texting me after you get home until you fall asleep. Video call me if you start to feel sad or strange in general."
You nodded at his instructions, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed. Your eyelids fluttered, an abrupt wave of exhaustion hitting you.
Before you could blink it away, Seokjin had already reached forward, pulling you to his chest.
“Alright, I’m driving you home.”
You didn’t remember much of the car ride to your place, only the comforting feel of Seokjin’s arm around your waist and your body molded against his chest. It was a comfortable fit in his little, blue sports car, the interior lending itself to closeness.
You drifted to sleep a couple of times, lulled by the quiet purr of the engine and the scent drifting from Seokjin. The mingled smell of his cologne and the fragrance of the bath bomb made you feel warmer, comfortable.
"Y/N, we're here."
You sat up at Seokjin's voice, eyes flying open. You had slipped back into the passenger seat somehow and he was standing at your door, holding out a hand to help you out of the car.
"Thank you, boss," you mumbled, reaching for him and pulling yourself out of the car.
“Let me walk you up?” he asked, a steadying hand on your shoulder.
“I’m fine, I promise," you said, trying to be reassuring. Instead, your voice just sounded tired. "Just need sleep.”
“Alright," he said, though it sounded like he didn't want to agree. "Promise me you’ll eat something first, even if it’s just a cereal bar or something, okay?”
You nodded, unable to find the energy to speak anymore. He held you for just a moment longer, studying your face. Then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your temple.
A bud of a thought sprang up somewhere deep in your mind, but it was all you could do to keep standing, exhausted as you were. Seokjin let you go, stepping back next to his car and lifting his chin in the direction of your building, urging you to head inside.
You stared at him, trying to get whatever thoughts were hiding to come forward, but your mind was too slow. Instead, you turned away from him and headed inside your apartment building, spacing out for the entire elevator ride up before finally making it through your front door.
Food, you thought. Seokjin had made you promise to eat food. Tossing your purse onto your couch, you wandered into your kitchen and scooped out a palmful from a bag of granola in the first cabinet you reached and tipping half of it into your mouth.
Bath. It felt like so long ago, but you remembered you were planning to take a long, hot bath at the end of the day. And the bath with Seokjin, though relaxing, hadn’t exactly been one focused on scrubbing yourself clean.
You bargained with yourself, shoving the rest of the handful of granola into your mouth and dragging your exhausted body to your bedroom. A hot shower when you woke up would work just as well.
As you slid into your sheets and used your last bit of energy to click off your bedside lamp, you heard the chime of your phone. With effort you didn't have, you pulled it next to you and swiped open your messages.
Seokjin: Did you eat something?
You fought against your eyes as they threatened to fall shut even as your brain slowly translated the meaning of the words.
Y/N: grnla
Seokjin: How are you feeling?
Y/N: sleep
Seokjin: Sweet dreams, beautiful. I’ll call you in the morning.
Had you responded at all? Feelings bubbled just out of your reach, urging you to say something more, though you couldn’t grasp onto any words. The bud in your brain slowly began to flower, a vague regret for not asking him to stay and keep holding you like he had in the bath, to press you into his chest the way he had in the car. The memory of his arms felt strangely comfortable, like a home you had never known, but longed to return to. Your emotions rocked in a steady wave as a heavy blanket of sleep cocooned its way around you. And deep in your subconscious you would swear you felt your phone slipping from your fingers, forgotten somewhere between the tangle of your sheets.
Y/N: ❤️