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[lunalulola]

The Edge of Pain and Pleasure

AUTHOR'S ENTRY: Welcome, dear readers! I hope you all like my first entrance into the world of fanfiction hehe. Again, many of these are drafts from years before. I usually write them when I feel inspired by a specific fanfiction, but just want to add more ✨pizzaz✨. My first entry will be a fanfiction I wrote inspired by the plot of @mrsvante's Kinktober Day 2 (Seokjin) fanfic. I will only be posting about 7 (for each member) as a first entry into Kinktober. Hope you will love all of them, including ones after kinktober hehe. Gosh, it feels so thrilling haha! I'm going from reader to writer? Maybe? Idk, but this is gonna be fun hehe!! I must also inform you that the scenes written are based on thorough research, sex scenes from other authors, and my personal experiences and preferences. Especially for the aftercare, those scenes are very personal to me, so please proceed with kindness and caution. Thank you!

PS. pls don't mind that i don't have a header and such details added yet. i'm new to writing and posting on here so still working on some parts hehe.

Anywaysss, please sit back and enjoy! - Lula💜

Time Started: October 4, 2025

Time Finished: October 10, 2025

Date Published: October 11, 2025

Estimated Word Count: 7.7K words

Plot: (husband/dom!Seokjin x wife/sub!Reader)

DISCLAIMER: Every scene in this work is a form of fiction, and ONLY RESERVED FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. I do not, in anyway shape or form, sexualize the BTS members (or any idol) outside the fictional context. I will also not tolerate any form of sexualization of the members and other idols done outside of the fictional context. This specific work is NSFW and RESERVED FOR AUDIENCES ABOVE THE AGES OF 18. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (The "mature" function is attached for a reason.) Kindly keep any negative thoughts about kinks to yourself, no kink-shaming here!

WARNINGS: HEAVY BDSM Themes, Dom/Sub dynamic in established relationship (marriage), dom!Seokjin, (slightly) sadist!Seokjin, sub!reader, (slightly) masochist!reader, Sexual Punishment plot, Mentions of master as a title, Mentions of safewords and safety signals, Subspace episodes and implications, Aftercare (huge scene)

List of Kinks Involved:

Master kink

Gagging

Bondage/Shibari

Humiliation

Degradation

Name-calling (slut, whore, etc)

Praise kink

Panty kink (keeping them on)

Toys

Hair pulling

Choking

Manhandling

Cock-sucking

Whipping (with belt)

Crying kink (I think??)

Edging

Overstimulation

Mirror sex

Collars

Aftercare is hot af

I'm sure yall get it now, very BDSM-based and raunchy, but that's what the aftercare is for! But yes, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Taglist (my first ever followers and inspo author): @mrsvante @leavescrown @jeehstar18 @bobbyhasstardust <If you would like to be part of the taglist, feel free to message me!!>

Your knees ached atop the thin but soft carpet. Your head bowed down, you can only see your hands fidgeting your naked thighs. You regret it, don’t you? Maybe? Maybe not? What exactly was your goal here?

Let’s go back to the beginning, which was just yesterday. Yesterday, your husband, once dom, had just come back from Milan Fashion Week. You saw all the photos, his aura was just ethereal and his looks even more so. Did I also mention you hadn’t seen him in almost two weeks? Yeah, so that certainly did not help you. For one thing, the most important thing, you simply missed your husband. Ever since Seokjin’s return from the military, he had changed, for better and worse. There were times where he would simply overwork himself planning his new shows and appearances, it hurt you to see him choose to struggle on his own. Of course, you guys had worked out a lot since these issues had occurred, but something in you always seemed to claw for your husband. The submissive in you, to be precise.

Before you two were married, Seokjin was simply assigned a “companion”, AKA you, to give him company. After all, “men have needs” right? Well, his needs were motivated by the desire to regain control. It was perfect since you were looking for a way to let go of that control. He was an idol, life thrown into things out of his control. You signed up for the escort company to explore your submissive tendencies after escaping from a toxic relationship and unrealiable man. Basically he was your dom, and you were his sub. A year had passed, he never wanted to reassign his sub, you never wanted to be reassigned. And that’s where your love story bloomed further. If he was an amazing dom, he was an even more amazing boyfriend, fiance, and now, husband. You couldn’t have asked for better. But obviously, some of your past roles together remained in the marriage, specifically for bedroom/intimate matters. 

By far, you had 7 rules to follow, - rules that had to go through lengths of communication, trial, and revision from when you were merely dom and sub to husband and wife.

Rule #1: Always remember your safeword, both verbal and non-verbal.

Your safeword was just the color system, green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop, with the simple addition of pink for when you are about to drop and blue for when you are simply overwhelmed, not hurt. Non-verbal cues were taps that corresponded to each color on the color system, and, if you weren’t allowed to touch Seokjin, you had a ball that you could drop or throw and the sound would be enough to alert your husband that you had reached your limits.

Rule #2: Always communicate your needs.

This is self-explanatory, shouldn’t it be?? 

Now, the rest of the rules is where the dom/sub dynamic comes into play.

Rule #3: Always tell me when you are going outside, even if it is just for errands. You don’t need permission, I just need assurance and updates, especially if you are with people I am not familiar with.

Rule #4: Always make me check your outfit, where whatever you want when you are with me, but not when you aren’t.

Rule #5: In the bedroom, NEVER speak unless spoken to or act unless told to.

Rule #6: In the bedroom, ALWAYS tell the truth and only the truth.

Rule #7: NEVER touch nor play with yourself, whether using your hands, toys, etc. Your body belongs to me, and me alone.

Now, these rules seem rather mild, if anything, basic. But do not be fooled by the timidness of the rules because Seokjin is unforgiving when his rules are broken. And that is exactly why you are here on your knees in your playroom. He returned home yesterday and he caught you, you were in the middle of breaking rule #7 and he did not let you finish. He was too tired to punish you, but rest assured, he kept an eye on you and reminded you to wait until the next day for your well-deserved punishment. You missed him dearly, you craved him, - your submissive-self needed him so badly. You have never broken this specific rule before, even before you ever caught feelings for one another, and it is very evident that Seokjin is not happy about it. 

On your knees, you began to beat yourself up for getting yourself into this. Why did you even do it? You knew he was coming home anyway, why couldn’t you wait? Your thoughts began eating at you. You felt terrible, like you felt like you did something so vile. Now, you will pay the price, you have to, you want to, for your loving husband. 

Seokjin enters the room and sees you in position, on your knees, a few steps from the bed, nothing but panties, hands on your lap, head down. He left you waiting for nearly an hour and he was pleased to see you had waited like a good girl, - if only you had stayed one while he was away. He walks around you, circling you like a vulture. You were trembling, from both fear and the cold. You could feel your dom’s anger and frustration radiate from his steps. But then, he steps away from you, and you release a breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding in. You don’t look up, you can’t because he did not give you permission, so you just listen. You hear drawers opening and metal scraping against some of the surfaces. What could he be choosing for my punishment?, you think to yourself. And then, his feet, dressed in the dress shoes he wore in MIlan, were right on you right side and all your nerves shot up.

Seokjin looks down at you while holding the dark red, hard silk ropes in his hand, a collar and leash in the other, and the magic wand in the same hand as the collar. He places them, except the ropes, on the edge of the bed. Finally, he kneels to be at your eye-level. With a deceptively gentle hand, he holds your chin up. But your eyes are closed, and to that he growls. Open your eyes and look at your master, slut. Seokjin commands, and you follow, your eyes slightly hazy and teary. Seokjin notices and his hard expression softens, bringing up his hand from your chin to rub his thumb against your cheek. What’s your color, dear? Are you okay? Your husband asks with a gentle tone, but not one with softness, one with a stern worry. You blink your eyes twice at him, inhale then exhale, before replying, Yes, Master, My color is green. And that was his go-signal, his expression hardening into one he wears whenever he is ready to punish you. Hands behind your back, chin up, spread your legs. Wide. You immediately obey, eager to appease him as you have angered him enough. 

Your arms are tied tightly together, your wrists dangling at the end are knotted to your ankles. Your thighs are tied together to your ankles. A rope from your wrists connects to the one around your breasts. And finally, a rope that ties your hair into a pony that is connected to your arms. The position leaves you open, bare, and absolutely unable to move or look away. You were now at Seokjin’s mercy. And that though makes you wet and squirm against the binds, bonded tightly not to hurt but to restrain most movement. Seokjin steps back, he takes a good hard look at you. From the way his hands glide across the ropes around your skin, you can tell he is satisfied with his work. He then turned to the toys he left on the bed, before he turned to you with a sly expression, one that told you he had something in mind to spice things up even more. He grabbed your hair firmly, shocking you into a gasp and whimper. You will sit still and keep your head forward, understand? You shudder at how close he is to your lips and say Yes, Master. He smirks, letting your hair go and walking off. 

You kept your face looking forward. The sensation of the rough ropes on your skin made themselves more evident as you waited. Soon enough, Seokjin was right beside you again with some more rope and a gag in hand. I have the best punishment ready for you, sweetie. One you will never forget., your husband whispers into your ear with a gruffness. It made you tremble even more, your panties sticking to your slickness. You were ready to take whatever punishment you had to. God, my beautiful, dumb whore of a wife. Your cunt is leaking already? All I did was tie you up. Your face turns red from humiliation, your eyes become more hazy at your husband’s degrading comments. Your husband hasn’t kissed you, not on the head, neck, nowhere and it was torture He was torturing you and you were enjoying it. You’re taken aback when your hair is pulled to the side to make you face your husband. You want to get punished badly, don’t you? Did you even hear what I just said?, Seokjin growls at you with a glare, his free hand no longer holding the ropes and gag and, instead, creeping in between your legs. You shudder to reply, I’m sorry, M-master. I didn’t hear.. Seokjin immediately dips his free hand into your panties and pinches your clit. You shriek, squirming to get away, but the ropes hold you down. What a bad little wifey. It was bad enough you ignore my rules, you dare ignore me too now?, Seokjin taunts. His hand roughly rubs your clit, only to pinch it again. You continue shrieking, whimpering, and wailing as he continues with a sadistic grin on his face. You will learn your lesson today, little slut., and he finally stops his fingers letting your hair go. 

Before you can even catch your breath, Seokjin already captures your throat. Open your mouth, whore. You obey, and your husband shoves the gag into your mouth. It was an open-mouth gag, to keep your mouth wide-open and tongue sticking out. After, he places the ball into your hands, closing them into tight fists, and you get the message, - that was your safeword. He then takes the remaining ropes and the magic wand, and ties the toy together with your hips and pelvis. The toy was right on your pussy, all Seokjin had to do was turn it on. But of course, he must not make this too enjoyable for you. He takes the wand and pushes it onto your pussy, the pressure stimulating your sore clit from Seokjin’s earlier abuse. You whine against the gag, your tongue dripping saliva down your body. Seokjin keeps a tight grip on your hips as he pushes the wand. If the ropes restrained your squirming, you could not squirm at all now. Poor wifey, too much yet? Like me abusing this slutty cunt of yours? You wail at the torture as your husband pushes the wand onto your clit even harder. Finally, he lets the wand go, and you gasp in relief, tears streaming down your face. With gentle shushing, Seokjin lifts your saliva soaked chin up and wipes away your tears. The real thing is about to begin, my dear, Seokjin softly declares before placing a chaste kiss onto your cheek under your eye.

With the wand tied tightly to your sore cunt, Seokjin slowly brought his hand down from your face to your breasts. He pinched each nipple alternatively, twisting the left before pinching the right, only to repeat the action on each of your nipples. Your whines were loud but weak from your earlier wailing. Seokjin’s other hand kept you still, your naked back against his clothed, broad chest. Slowly, as you were too focused on your husband stimulating your nipples, his hand creeped into your clothed cunt, right where the wand’s bulb sat. Click. Your eyes blow wide, you squirm trying to get off your knees, and you now scream. The wand was on its lowest setting, but the previous stimulation on your pussy had you so sensitive already. -chuckles- Oh no, my sweet whore is too sensitive now? You can’t give up now, wifey. We have a long night ahead of us. You whined at that, the filth in his tone with a hint of sadism. Your dom suddenly raised the level to the middle intensity, shocking you into a coughed out shriek. While your cunt was being overstimulated by the magic wand, Seokjin continued his abuse on your nipples, occasionally slapping your breasts too. About fifteen minutes had passed, and you felt your release was ready to come, - something your dom knew as well. Before you could even taste your orgasm, Soekjin turns the wand off and stops his abuse on your boobs and nipples. 

You cry out in frustration and shake through futility to escape your restraints. Soekjin lets out a sadistic chuckle before standing up. While you struggle, he walks over to the bed and sits on its edge. His eyes loom down on you darkly as you begin to slow your struggles, and soon, you are simply reduced to tears. A firm but gentle hand reaches under your soaked jaw to lift your face up and you see your husband’s eyes, -  a look of dominance with concern behind them. Give me your color, one nod for green, two for yellow, three for red. You teary eyes continue to look at him. This was a very different kind of torture, one he has never done on you before, - edge you. And you did not want it to stop. No, you have to be a good girl. Before his concern and worry swallows him, you nod once for green. The dark sadism returns and Seokjin chuckles. That’s my girl. Now, our lesson today is all about patience since your stupidity yesterday shows me you lack that virtue. There was venom laced in his words, a venom that reminded you that this was a punishment, whether you liked it or not. He grips your arms, manhandling your body to turn the other direction, to face the large mirror placed in front of the bed. You were now facing yours and your husband’s reflections. You looked like you had already gone through three rounds of fucking. You were panting like a dog with the gag on, and you could see how ruined your panties were now. Behind you, Seokjin looks refined, except for the sweat forming on his forehead and his bangs sticking out. He was still well-dressed, dress shirt see-through from your sweat on his chest but still polished to hug his well-formed muscles. His slacks barely crumpled, but a large bulge was making itself known against the belt that held them up. He watched you, the way you panted and trembled against your bonds, - oh, how much he loved it. He smirks and snickers when you try to keep your head down only for the rope tied to your ponytail to stop you. 

I know that we have never tried edging you, but i’m sure you will like this. Well.. more like need it. Your husband says and it hits your mind, pushing you into subspace further. In your daze, Seokjin pulls out his phone and clicks on an app and before you even realize. You cry out when the wand is turned back on, now on its highest setting. -tuts- Oh no, that was an accident! (smug smirk) But, I am enjoying the outcome. Tears flow from your eyes and onto cheeks, adding to the soakedness of your state. For the first part of your punishment, you are going to keep your eyes on that mirror and watch as I bring you close to your orgasm.. Only to stop it. Wouldn’t that be fun?, Soekjin speaks with a velvet like dominance. The realization of what punishment he has chosen for you makes you wail, and, once again, wiggle in a futile attempt to break free of the ropes. What’s got you so scared, my dear? I told you I would be teaching you about patience, didn’t I?, that smirk and dominant mockery makes your mind hazy and your eyes blur from the tears. You release shrill after shriek as the wand remained tightly tied to your cunt, and you were ready to release. Alas, Seokjin stops the toy and mocks your desperation. Not so fast, wifey. This is a punishment, remember? You nod, defeated. You are going to wait, and wait, and wait. You will not cum until I say so., dominance drips from his voice and you can’t help but nod. At that, Seokjin turns the wand back on, now on its lowest seting, - this was going to take a while.

Time blurred, you don’t know how long you have been edged by far. Your jaw was tired from the gag keeping it open. It was a vicious cycle of him teasing you, mocking you, then stripping you of pleasure. One moment, the wand would be on its lowest setting, taking its time torturing the build-up of your orgasm. The next, it would be on its highest, heightening your orgasm. And each time, your husband watched, observed, and stopped you from reaching your desired high. By now, you were probably being edged for the ninth time.. Or was it tenth? You don’t know anymore. All you can feel is the sensitive ache of your still clothed pussy as the wand vibrated against it. Your slickness made your panties stick uncomfortably to your mound. From your reflection, you clit looked swollen. Your eyes kept fluttering, the haziness around you no longer a simple feeling. Before you could slump over in exhaustion, the wand stops vibrating and a large, gentle hand wraps around your stomach to pull you against a broad chest. You let out a couching fit as you take deep breaths with the gag still on. Seokjin takes his other hand to hold you face up softly. With whatever left-over strength your eyelids had, you blink them open to see your husband’s adoring gaze. He was saying something, but your mind was clouded. You wanted to say something, but all you could muster was a croak from the roughness of your throat. All that screaming and crying took a toll on your voice, and your husband knew you would find it harder to let out verbal responses now. Sweetheart, come back to me. Nod if you can hear me., he whispers warmly into your ear. You nod, and he sighs in relief, kissing you on multiple spots of your face and whispering short praises like “good girl” and “well done, my love”. As he holds you, the hand on your chin slides behind your jaw to unclasp the gag. Your husband takes it out and watches as a string of saliva connects your still gaping lips to the gag. Seokjin takes your chin to face him again, his expression warmer but still with a subtle sense of dominance. What’s your color, baby love? Give me a nod for your color. His velvety voice hits you, and you can feel your submissive already give in. You nod once, saying your color was green. Are you sure, baby? You don’t even want a break?, your husband asks lovingly, almost saying he was just your husband right now, not your dom. You flutter your tired eyes at him and faintly let out, W-want to be y-your g-good girl. Want.. finish p-punishment. 

Your response makes Seokjin’s cock ache more. Oh, my precious wifey, he thinks. With a timid smile and passionate eyes, your husband leans in to give you a chaste and passionate kiss. It was full of love and desire, Seokjin claiming your lips as soon as his tongue could slip in.  You moan against him, but the sound is swallowed as the kiss gets hungrier. When he pulls away, he pants, almost breathless, Fucking missed your lips. Missed your pussy. I missed everything. He kisses you again with the same fervor and hunger. While you are busy enjoying the kiss, Seokjin’s skilled hands sneak into his pocket to pull out a pair of scissors. Once, he pulls away again, he pulls out the band of your underwear and cuts it. When your pussy is finally freed, you shiver at the sensation of the metal bulb pressing onto your pussy. What a pretty, red, swollen pussy. And it's all mine., Seokjin whispers raspily as his hands wander all across your bonded body. But, my baby just had to be greedy, hmm? You just had to touch what belongs to Master. You were impatient and greedy. You whimper at that, your dom snorts. Yes, you were. Your punishment isn’t over yet. Now, you will learn the consequences of being greedy. Seokjin grips your hips harshly and turns you away from the mirror so you would face the bed again. From behind, the bonds tying your wrists and ankles together were untied, allowing you the ability to move your legs again. Seokjin gets up and walks over to the edge of the bed. He sits on it non-chalantly, sweeping his sweaty bangs away from his face. He sighs when he looks your way. Such a good good girl, he thinks, making him show a warm smile. He pulls your face towards his and you gasp at his sudden movements. My girl, my love., he says with such adoration and fervor and it makes you blush. He giggles, fond of your cute reaction, before giving you a passionate kiss, slow but strong.

When he finally pulls away, he looks into your eyes and spots the haziness that lurks beheath your pupils. He smirks and lays back. You watch as his hands fiddle with the large bulge hidden under his dress-pants. He puts on a show for you by taking out his belt very slowly that your mind grows impatient and haziness just worsens. Your eyes grow wide when you finally lay eyes on your husband’s dick. Such a beautifully large cock, it makes your mouth water. Seokjin laughs at your hungry expression. Then, he takes your hair into a tight grip and you shrill. Suck on my cock, you greedy filthy slut. Let me satiate your greed., Seokjin demands gruffly. You look up at him with hazy eyes, but still faintly reply, Y-yes, Master. Your husband releases his grip on your hair and, with urgency, he takes the back of your throat and pulls you closer to the bed and his crotch. Suck, greedy bitch. You rush to position yourself on his cock. As you open your mouth to take him in, Seokjin pushes your head down onto his length.  He releases a long, velvety moan and you choke on a cough from the rough movement. With one hand, Seokjin grabs the bonded ponytail behind your hair and pulls your head back. And before you can inhale, he pushes your head down again. He repeats this motion, changing the pace each time but never the roughness. While your head is being pushed down onto his cock, the wand, still tied to your hips and against your pussy, turns back on (middle instensity setting). You jump at the sensation while you choke on Seokjin’s cock. This is the second phase of your punishment, baby -groans-, Seokjin says as he continues to fuck your throat raw. The sensations on your pussy overwhelm you, but Seokjin does not let up on his abuse on your throat. Every gasp, gag, cough, muffled by your husband’s cock with his hand pushing you down by your hair. Soon enough, your orgasm builds up quicker from the previous abuse. Should I cum? Can I? Oh god, please.., you think to yourself as your mouth remains stuffed. But, your prayers are answered by Seokjin’s simple command, Cum, slut. When you finally taste your release, you taste Seokjin’s release in your mouth too. He pulls you off but grabs your face to say, Swallow, greedy bitch. You obey, letting out your tongue to show your husband you swallowed it all. Seokjin smirks at that, modding as a show of his approval. You pant as you come down from your high. Your vision was blurring, the haziness had taken over by now. The wand still vibrating against your pussy, making you jolt from sensitivity. Seokjin, not noticing you dropping, walks over to one of the drawers to pull out a ball gag. 

Next thing you know, your dom has shoved the ball gag into your mouth. You let out a muffled scream when you realize your husband was not about to stop the toy. No, in fact, he raised the intensity. Seokjin, with his pants now zipped again, unbuttons his shirt slowly in front of the mirror behind you. As you scream and squirm against the toy, he keeps a close eye on you. -sigh- I would have never wanted to punish you, love. But you really gave me no other choice. The normalcy and casualness in his tone makes you feel bad for yourself, - you really fucked up this time. I wanted you there, with me. I craved fucking you against every surface of the hotel room they gave me. You would have loved it- (You let out a sharp shirek as your second orgasm of the night hits) -laughs- You see, the thing about greed is that you can’t satiate it baby., he says as he unbuttons the final button on his shirt. He tosses it off before returning to sit on the edge of the bed. You looked like a hot mess. Your saliva dripping down your chin, chest, stomach, and onto your already soaking cunt. Your chest rises and falls against the tight rope harness across your boobs. Your eyes were tired, exhausted. Your hair was a fully knotted mess, some parts still attached to the ropes, but most already sprawled out. He shows you a smug smile to lift his phone and show you the app that controlled the wand. You whined seeing his teasing, and cried when your next orgasm built up faster than ever. -mocking your crying- Oh sweetheart, if only you had behaved well, you and I would be making love right now. I would be spoiling my beautiful wife. Instead, she just had to ruin all my plans for her. Oh.. oh now, you felt guilty. Your submissive felt guilty - this was all your fault. You want to cry, but your third orgasm had finally caught up to you. From the very intensity of it, you nearly fell onto the carpet beneath you. Luckily, your dom held you up as you felt the ripples of your third orgasm. You were now shaking from the quickness of all your releases, body weak against Seokjin’s. But he wasn’t done just yet.. Once you had come down, he turns of the toy. Then, he gathers you up and onto your feet to position you on the bed. He had gathered all the discarded rope from earlier and tied a noose connecting your thighs to your ankles. From Seojin’s point of view, your were tied, knees down, ass up, face against the sheets. But, no, that was not enough.

Soekjin turns you around so that your position would make you face the mirror again. You knew where this was going, mirror sex was always his favorite. As you panted breathlessly against the gag, you feel a cold leather wrap around your neck, a very familiar feeling. The leash is attached to the collar and Seokjin tugs firmly, but not roughly. The tug was enough to ground you (at least, you think so) as you moan from the sensation. Seokjin then takes his phone again, and turns the toy on its middle intensity. God, this torture was never going to end.. He pulls the leash forcing you to look up and in the mirror. The thing about greed, wifey, is that you can never satiate it, because when you do, it’s too much that it hurts, Seokjin mockingly taunts as he looks at you. He then lifts his free hand to show you the belt, his belt. Your hazy state could not comprehend what he was going to do with it until, I think you deserve to cum while getting spanked. Wonder how many spanks it will take for you to reach your orgasm with the toy still on you., Now, that scared you, but you didn’t realize how scared your were of what your husband was planning. You simply trusted him. As you felt you pussy throb from the abuse of the toy, Seokjin whips the belt onto your ass. You scream, the sensations of pain and pleasure mixing too well. He does it again, this time hitting the other cheek.Your eyes begin to water and your cries are now weak and more like whimpers. Seokjin kept whipping your ass, alternating between each cheek. Your ass was red, - definitely will bruise by tomorrow. The sting combined with the sting of your sensitive pussy made everything so overwhelming. And when your fourth orgasm finally came, Seokjin had let out the strongest whip on your ass, hitting both cheeks at the same time. It makes you unwind, and lose yourself. Your cries were now shaky and you began to sob against the gag. Seokjin looks at you through the mirror hearing those sobs, and then he sees it, your state. The way your body twitched and shook, the coughs that follow your sobs, the limpness in your figure, - you’ve fallen into subspace, possibly even subdropped now. And then, he hears it. Ploop. That was your ball, you had dropped it. You were saying your safeword, you needed this to stop. 

Seokjin drops the belt to turn off the toy. He wraps a comforting arm around your torso to hold you up gently. His movements cause the toy tied to your still sore pussy to rub against it, making you whimper pathetically. The sound makes him freeze, realizing he had to slow his maneuvers to avoid overstimulating you more. It's okay, baby love. I'm right here. Shhh, I've got you., he lulls into your ear with sincerity wrapped in a smooth warmth as his hands firmly hold your body against his chest, with one hand hold your tear-soaked face. He first rids you of the ball gag, and your jaw slackers while you go into a coughing fit. Seokjin continues to hold you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to comfort you. You let a weak, almost whisper-like, whimper come out as your sobs persisted. Seokjin takes your condition and the guilt swallows him, I am so sorry, my baby love. Calm down for me, take deep breaths. Though you try your best to follow Seokjin's lead, the haziness in your mind makes your breaths shaky and body limp. I've got you, baby. No more punishment. Such a good, amazing girl for me., he lulls as he presses kisses all around your face. The way he pets your hair brings you a comfort that stifled your sobs, his kisses and pecks filling you with assurance of his loving presence. As he holds you and showers you in praise, he begins to work on untying the bonds holding the toy against your crotch. With one hand to hold you still and provide you physical comfort, his other hand moves efficiently but gently in undoing the knots. Small hiccups of whines come from your lips as he works. His reassurances ease your distress until he finally undoes the bondage. The toy slips off and your swollen cunt is fully exposed to the air of the room. From oversensitivity, the short breeze hitting your pussy makes you shiver against your husband. -shushes you- Stay with me, love. I've got you right here, baby. (You silently sob against, he brings his lips to kiss the top of your hair) It's gonna be okay, baby. Gonna untie your arms now. You can touch and hold me all you want. The thought of such liberty makes you release a shaky sigh of relief on his collarbones. He releases the tie on your hair to ease the tension on your head. Then, he focuses on untying the ropes along your chest and boobs, so that your arms can finally have some slack. Each rope untied leaves searing red marks embedded onto your skin, and Seokjin realizes how tightly he had tied the binds.

Your body was still experiencing aftershocks from the rough treatment done onto it, your finger twitched against Seokjin’s as he began to untie the binds on your wrists. Seokjin felt bad.. No, horrible. Though he knew your limits and that you were more than likely okay, just dropping, something gnawed at his insides. Look at her, she’s barely hanging on. Why hadn’t you noticed she was falling into subspace, he thinks to himself. When he finally finishes undoing the binds on your arms, they fall slack, limp and twitching, like you could barely control or move them. Oh sweetheart, come here, Seokjin says as he takes your arms to have them wrap around him. The feeling of him on you gives you the comfort you need to calm your breathing. You whimper against his chest, weak hands softly grabbing hold of his broad back. Seokjin calms you, I know, sweetie. I’m right here, not going anywhere., he says as both his arms wrap around you, holding you softly as to not dig into the red rope marks he already left. You begin to sob again as the intensity of everything hits you. I-I am (you croak, throat rough and raw, Seokjin pulls back to look at you as you speak) ‘m so s-sorry, Master, you whisper and Seokjin holds you closer to him. No! No, sweetie, no more master, It’s just me, Seokjin, your love, your hubby, your world wide handsome. Shhh, Hubby’s got you, baby, I love you so much., he comforts you, despising the idea of you still apologizing in your condition. As he silently holds you to still your soft sobs, he lifts you up into his lap by the thighs, avoiding your sore ass. He rubs a large hand up and down your back as your shoulders shook against his hand. His other hands hold your head closely, petting your hair as he knew how to provide you comfort. As your sobs die down, you muster the words to say, Was a b-bad girl for hubby. ‘m s-sorry. Oh, how it pained him to hear your hoarse voice say those words. You were clearly still in a vulnerable and submissive state, one that urged you to still act accordingly. Seokjin needed to ground you back into reality, - the reality that you aren’t his sub, not ONLY his sub, but his wife, the owner of his heart and love. Oh, my sweet sweet baby love…, he spoke softly, against the shell of your ear. He coaxes you to look up from his shoulder, and you obey like a good girl. The hand on your hair now touches your cheek and you lean into the warmth of Seokjin’s hand. Seokjin then begins to shower your face with kisses upon kisses, silencing whatever thoughts you had left in you. When he finally reached your lips, he kissed you with a soft, warm, love. No signs of dominance, desire, lust, or hunger, - just pure love for you. When he pulls away, he takes in your now soft expression, you were ready to fully succumb to your headspace. Let me take care of my wife. My wife is such a good girl, the best girl for her husband. That makes you smile and hide into his neck, arms now having more strength to wrap around Seokjin. Your husband smiles at your reaction, before lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his torso to take you to your shared bedroom.

Once in your bedroom, Seokjin places you down onto the bed as if you were something holy, like glass that can break with just one tap. You relax and melt into the soft Egyptian cotton sheets beneath you, your favorite kind of cotton. Your husband takes your face in between his warm hands again as he analyzes your facial expressions. You give him a soft, relieved smile, and Seokjin smiles back at you and kisses your forehead. I’ll just get you some snacks, water, and a warm towel, okay? I’ll be right back. Do you understand, baby?, Seokjin says with concern laced in his tone. You nod, signifying you understood and Seokjin releases a sigh of relief. Soon enough, you were left on the bed, a blanket covering your nude body, and all you could do was stare up at the ceiling as you heard noises of your husband moving all across the room. Seokjin comes into your view in about ten minutes and he makes you look at him again, you smile. He has a glass of water with a straw in one hand and an energy bar and box of chocolates in the other. He places the items down on the night stand, then he pulls out two towels soaked in warm water from a small bucket. He places one on top of your chest, the warmth gives you a sensation of calmness and it relaxes your aching muscles more. With the other towel in hand, he slowly and carefully wipes down your body, starting from your abdomen. The material rubs against your rope-burned skin and it makes you wince. Seokjin hushes you, by placing kisses all over where the towel passes. Once he gets to your legs and crotch, he spreads your thighs slightly to allow him more room. At the action, you wince from the burning sensation left by the ropes and sensitive reaction of your pussy being exposed. I am so sorry, my love. I didn’t realize I was taking it too far., Seokjin apologizes in a melancholic tone as he assesses the damage he has done unto you. 

You look over at him, the haziness in your mind beginning to fade, and say, It’s okay, hubby. I’m okay. Well… you most certainly were not okay, but you weren’t hurt. You could see Seokjin begin to beat himself up over this. However, your body still felt too weak to let you give him verbal reassurances. Instead, you extend your left hand, with your engagement and wedding rings on your ring finger, to intertwine it with his left hand. Seokjin acknowledges your effort to reassure him, and he takes your hand in his to give it a chaste kiss. You both lock eyes with one another, your inner selves adoring each other and your current selves seeing the love in the other’s eyes. You mouth the words I love you, baby, and your husband smiles and gives your hand another kiss in response. Back to the aftercare, your husband soaks the towel in the slightly less warm water bucket before proceeding to cleaning up your legs. Each slow stroke made with purpose as they go up higher and higher, collecting every residue of your earlier activities. Once he gets to your pussy, Seokjin pauses to look at you. I’ll be gentle, baby., he reassured you before proceeding with cleaning your soaked precious parts. His strokes are light enough to avoid unnecessary pressure on your folds, but firm enough to clear you of all the drying cum. Each brush and stroke makes you sigh, as he continues to ensure you are thoroughly cleaned. When he finishes, he places the ruined towel into the bucket. I’m gonna have to turn you over baby (he says while taking away the now cool towel from your chest) Gotta clean the back too. You smile up at him and nod. He rewards you with a peck on your lips, before gently picking you to roll you over. You feel the air hit the raw marks on your ass. Even though the whipping was short, your husband’s hits were as intense as the overstimulation you endured. Seokjin looked at the rope marks embedded into the skin of your back and nape. He, then, looms over at the red, turning purple, marks on your ass. He had given you about ten spanks, and, although you have endured more, he could clearly see he had gone harder than you were used to for just ten spanks. He ghosts his hand over your ass, and you suck in a sharp breath. He places a light kiss atop each cheek before he takes the towel to resoak it in water. He maneuvers the towel swiftly, especially swift when he gets to your ass. He gently  cleans the back of your thighs and lightly dabs on your sore cheeks, to which you jolt and whine. As a form of reassurance, he places a kiss on the small of your back and says, Don’t worry, my love, you’re all clean now. Come here., he says as he scoops you into his arms, your head lying on his chest, just under his chin.

You both cuddle, your favorite part after any scene. Seokjin hums “Life Goes On”, knowing that song was one of your favorites to fall asleep to. You slump onto your husband’s body as you felt yourself relax. But, before you could fully fall into slumber, you look up at your loving husband. Seokjin notices this and stops his humming, What’s the matter, love?. You sigh and smile before replying with, I’m sorry for breaking the rules. And I’m sorry for tapping out too soon. Seokjin scowls at that, and he adjusts his position so you would lie back onto the bed and he holds himself up by his elbow. He brings his other hand up to your face, making sure you and him lock eyes. Love, never say sorry for saying your safeword. You know this.. And, you were so good taking your punishment, no need to apologize for breaking my rules now., he rasps. You notice some shininess in his eyes, signifying that he was near tears. You brought your hand up to cup his cheek. I went too far with you, baby. I am so sorry. You know I love you fully, right?, Seokjin asks shakily and you scoot closer to his body. You didn’t hurt me, love. Was just overwhelmed., the worry in his face slowly dissipating at your words. And I know you love me more than your worldwide handsome face. -giggles- I love you too. At that, your husband kisses your with ardent determination to say he loves you and you respond the same way. When you pull away, you two get settled into your cuddling positions. Seokjin then decides to remind you, You still have to pee and brush your teeth, baby, but I’ll let you rest up for ten more minutes. Do you wanna shower as well when I take you to the bathroom?, Seokjin asks with the warm, loving tone you have always appreciated him having, since you were simply just dom and sub. You shake your head at that, and you and your husband get back to cuddling. And once ten minutes are up and you’ve peed and brushed your teeth, you're positioned hugging each other, saying I love you before drifting off into dreamland. Oh how you loved each other so.

[mrsvante]

happy birthday to my fellow aquarius ♒️✨

this is just a little something to celebrate our favorite scaredy chipmunk. i hope he enjoys his day and never stops being the sweetest, judgiest, and amazing man that he is.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: strangers to lovers, slice of life, idol au

word count: 1,462

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The studio had been chaos all morning with stylists weaving in and out, racks of clothing rolling across the polished concrete, someone arguing softly about lighting angles. Through all of it, J-Hope had been exactly what everyone expected. Bright, gracious, quick to laugh.

He hit every mark you gave him, adjusted to every suggestion without flexing some enormous ego, and thanked the crew twice before disappearing into a waiting van.

You kept it professional the entire shoot. Staying calm. Focused.

Even when the makeup artist whispered, “You know it’s his birthday today, right?” and the crew scrambled to present a small cake between wardrobe changes. You’d lifted your camera, documented the candlelight catching in his smile, and said a polite, “Happy birthday,” like you would to any other client while snapping some photos for b-roll.

He’d bowed slightly. “Thank you. You made me look cool today.”

“You did that yourself,” you replied, already checking your settings.

And that had been that.

—

The dive bar was not where you expected to see him.

It was a narrow place tucked between a laundromat and a closed florist, neon beer signs flickering in the window. You’d come for cheap fries and a drink after a long day of pretending not to be starstruck.

You spotted the hat first. Then the oversized sunglasses. Then his posture, relaxed but aware, like someone used to being looked at.

He was seated alone at the corner of the bar, halfway through a basket of wings and nursing something amber in a short glass.

You would have walked past him, you nearly did.

But he looked up.

There was a split second where neither of you reacted. Then his mouth curved in recognition.

“You’re the photographer,” he said, pushing his sunglasses up just enough for you to see his eyes. “Right?”

You hesitated. “I am. I didn’t mean to—I won’t interrupt.”

“Interrupt?” He glanced at the empty stool beside him. “You’re the first person I’ve seen all night who doesn’t want my autograph or to stuff me in their back pocket”

You smiled politely. “I don’t want to intrude.”

He leaned his elbow on the bar, head tilted slightly. “Then don’t.” There was a small pause before he continued, “but I’d rather not spend my birthday alone if I can help it.”

You exhaled and slipped onto the stool.

“Okay. But I’m buying the next round.”

He laughed. “Deal.”

—

Hours slipped through your fingers without you noticing.

He took off the sunglasses, but his hat stayed low over his brow. You talked about everything. Travel horror stories, terrible first jobs, the strangest requests you’d ever gotten during a shoot. He told you about the time one of the members tried to microwave metal because they thought it would “heat faster,” and you nearly choked on your drink.

“You can’t tell anyone I told you that,” he said, grinning.

“Secret’s safe. I value my life.” you murmured between giggles.

He laughed loudly enough that the bartender glanced over.

Somewhere between your second drink and the shared plate of fries you insisted on ordering for the table, you forgot to be careful. You forgot he was globally recognizable. Here and now, he was just Hoseok. A man with expressive hands, bright eyes, and the kind of laugh that made you want to say something else just to hear it again.

When the lights flickered and the bartender called last call, you blinked at your phone.

“Wait. It’s almost two?”

Hoseok checked his watch and gasped theatrically. “Oh wow, you’ve kept me out so late.”

“I did not—” You slid off the stool, embarrassed heat rising up your neck to your cheeks. “I’m so sorry. It’s your birthday and I’ve completely hijacked your night.”

He stood too, stepping into your space just enough to stop you from spiraling.

“You didn’t hijack anything.” His voice was gentle now, threaded with that easy charm that had undone you all evening. “I was having fun.”

You opened your mouth to argue and he cut you off, smiling. “Actually…would you like some birthday cake?”

“…Right now?”

“It’s back at my hotel.” He lifted one shoulder casually. “Cake and coffee. Very scandalous.”

You hesitated.

This was the moment sensible people walked away. But sensible had gotten you nowhere interesting before. You studied his face for a second, sensing no pressure, seeing no smirk.

Just hope.

“Fine,” you said, trying for composure. “Cake. Coffee. That’s it.”

“Of course,” he replied, entirely too innocent.

—

The SUV was as discreet as the rest of him had been that night. Blacked out windows, a quiet engine with a driver who didn’t ask any questions other than if you’d like the air conditioning turned up. You sat in the back seat across from him, city lights sliding across the glass in streaks of gold.

In his hotel room, the space was warm and surprisingly understated. A television mounted above a sleek fireplace cast a soft glow across the room, a local game show played.

Someone had left a small cake on the dining table with a “Happy Birthday” topper tilting slightly to one side.

He kicked off his shoes and gestured for you to sit on the couch. There was something almost disarming about him here. No stage lights, or stylists, just a man in a white tee, carefully cutting two uneven slices of cake.

“You get the bigger one,” he said.

“No, no I can’t. It’s your birthday.”

“Exactly.”

You laughed and accepted the plate anyway.

The conversation drifted again as you sat cross legged on the couch, plates balanced carefully in your hands. The fireplace cast a low glow across the room, softening the sharp edges of everything. The furniture, the city lights beyond the window, even him.

He told you about the other members, how someone always stole the charger he needed most. How birthdays on tour meant cake in a dressing room at midnight, candles stuck into whatever dessert they could find. He laughed as he described trying to facetime family from airport lounges with spotty wi-fi, pretending the flight announcements weren’t drowning him out.

“It sounds glamorous,” he said, shrugging lightly. “And it is. But sometimes…” He glanced down at his plate, nudging the cake with his fork. “Sometimes I just want to walk into a restaurant without planning the exit first.”

You didn’t rush to fill the quiet, you just listened. He noticed.

“That’s rare, you know,” he added, eyes flicking back up to yours. “People usually want something from me. A story. A picture. A piece.”

“I already got my pictures,” you teased.

He smiled at that, laughing softly.

You were in the middle of recounting a disastrous wedding shoot involving a runaway ring bearer, when his expression shifted.

“Hold on.” His voice dipped, quieter than before.

His thumb came up slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away if you wanted to. It brushed the corner of your mouth. The pad of his thumb lingered just long enough for you to register the intimacy of it. Of how close he was now, how easily he’d crossed that invisible line.

The air changed. Gradually. Like pressure building before a storm, and you forgot the rest of your story.

He looked at the streak of frosting on his thumb, then back at you. There was a question in his eyes, but also something else. Without breaking eye contact, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked the icing away.

It was such a small thing, but it felt seismic.

Heat climbed up your neck, pooling behind your ears. Your pulse thudded, as if your body had decided before your brain could catch up.

The space between you narrowed without either of you really noticing or meaning to. Your knees nearly touched. His hand drifted upward, hovering beside your jaw now, not quite brave enough to settle there.

His voice, when he spoke, was almost shy.

“Is this okay?”

You could see the flicker of vulnerability beneath the charm. The same man who’d admitted he didn’t want to spend his birthday alone, waiting now to see if he’d misread the moment.

You nodded, breath shallow, heart reckless.

“Yes,” you said softly and closed your eyes.

The kiss was slow. His nose brushed yours first, a soft bump that made you both smile against each other’s mouths. It wasn’t dramatic or desperate. It felt like the entire evening distilled into this one moment.

When you pulled back slightly, your forehead resting against his, you whispered, “Happy birthday, Hoseok.”

He smiled, soft and dazzling in its sincerity.

“Best one I’ve had in a while,” he replies.

Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, the fireplace flickered softly beneath the television, and neither of you seemed in any rush to leave.

[mrsvante]

something is cominggggggg ✨

[mrsvante]

HEYYYY!! Long time no chat heheheehefheejdjshdh

I hope u dont mind me asking, but u mentioned once u were gonna turn the Jk D1 Kinktober fic into a series (or that it inspired a whole series)?? Do u still plan on releasing it cuz HHAHAHAH Im exciteddd🥹🩷

- Lula

hi, hello 👋🏽 ☺️

yeah i came up with an entire storyline after writing that short. i remember calling my friend and explaining it all out in a 15 minute monologue 😅

it won’t see the light of day for quite sometime though, since there’s a lot to come before that. i also haven’t gone any farther past developing the plot and a rough background for jk & my oc. nothing and no one has a name (outside of jk obviously), there’s no title, and no concrete word building has been done.

but i do have this moodboard with a few inspo pics taken from the pinterest board i made for the story 🤓 enjoy!

[mrsvante]

something about this screams ancient eldritch terror taehyung finding you lost in his woods to me…it also doesn’t help that i was listening to this song when i came across this pic 😩

must resist the urge to start a new wip 😖😖😖

[mrsvante]

Hi! Can you write a BTS OT7 x Reader yandere/mafia story with dark romance.No pressure obviously, only if you’d want to write something like that.

i’m 1000% here for this, but it won’t be for a while..i have a queue for my fics.

series

current priority: the long game - namjoon x reader (yandere au)

2) mixed signals - namjoon x hoseok x reader (romantic comedy poly au)

3) every day, every hour - jk x reader (idol au)

4) crash landing - seokjin x reader (scifi au)

additional chapters, oneshots, drabbles

current priority: a house between us part 3 - jimin x reader (yandere au)

2) me & mr jeon - jk x reader (college ta au)

3) from the start - jk x reader x taehyung (post apocalyptic au) this is a spin off of from scratch

this is what’s on the schedule until october’s kinktober activities. everything else is scheduled for 2026 into 2027

with all that being said, i’m definitely gonna do an ot7 x reader fic. i’m considering an a/b/o mafia au or a dark scifi au so i hope you stick around and stay tuned 😊😊😊💜💜💜

[mrsvante]

girlie r u ok... this is the longest i've ever seen u go without posting... hope you're doing alright 😔

i had to put a pause on writing and posting.

my mind is preoccupied at the moment with real world problems. the financial strain that the current administration is having on the american people is a very real problem for me day to day. on top of my heart and mental health in absolute shambles over the unnecessary lives lost so far in this disgusting war that moldy orange has thrown us into.

it’s a lot to deal with and my spark for writing and posting just isn’t as bright, so sorry to everyone who’s waiting for updates. i’ll post something eventually, it might not be an update for the long game or mixed signals but something 💜

in lighter news, i did listen to the album & watch the netflix special. so far my top songs are body to body, hooligan, they don’t know bout us, swim, and fya ✨

[mrsvante]

hello lovely people 👋🏽☺️

i took a little break from posting after completing kinktober with plans to resume posting some time this month. i’ll be extending this break until early january due to the unexpected passing of my nana 👵🏽. while she lived a long & colorful life it’s still heartbreaking to know she’s gone, and i’m taking some time to process the loss. she was the heart of my family and it’s gonna be rough for a while without her.

i’m sorry for everyone who was excited for the upcoming projects that i’ve been working on as well as the resumption of mixed signals & the long game. i’m gonna try my hardest to make the wait worth it and i thank you so, so much for your patience and understanding ❣️