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Catharsis: Jin

Ca-thar-sis - the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

Rating: 18+/Explicit

Genre:  BDSM. Smut. Established Relationship. D/s Relationship.

Pairing: Hard Dom!Jin x Reader [’Pixie’]

Warnings: D/s relationship. Hard! Dom Jin. Spanking. Choking. Reckless Blowjobs. Tears. Degradation. Excess Saliva. Squirting. Anal Play. Anal Orgasm. Fingering. Biting. Orgasm Denial. Overstimulation. The reader is a Masochist—use of toys. Plot if you squint.

Word Count: 5.7K

A/N: Uhm. Whew. I may or may not do a whole series with all the boys. Thanks to the @thebiasrekkers​ for beta and sweating on this one. Also big thanks to @taetaesbaebaepsae​ for the content check. Also, please remember that everyone’s definition of hard/soft varies in the realm of BDSM. What that entails is always between the Dom/Domme and their Sub. This is an established long-term relationship where the Dominant can read his Sub’s body and reactions to stimuli. You will note that the Dominant asked for consent to proceed with the session. Please be safe. Please know your limits. Please talk with your partner for a complete understanding with any kind of play.

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“I think this is the best option that we have right now, ma’am.” A board member smirked, “I assure you we have everything under control. You should just let us han-” He didn’t get a chance to finish before she pinned him with a hard gaze. 

“Gentlemen, let me remind you of one thing. I’m in charge. This is my firm. The best option is the option that I feel will mitigate greater loss.” The older men seemed to bristle as she clasped her fingers in front of her. “Now, I don’t understand why we keep having to revisit the conversation every fucking time I want to make a change to the status quo.” 

There was a soft shuffle of movement as Jin laid thick manila folders in front of each member. He was impeccably dressed, and his very presence seemed to further add to the tense atmosphere. She leaned back in her seat as Jin stepped forward, one hand placed casually in a pocket.

“Gentlemen of the esteemed board,” He offered a soft smile, “in front of you are the progress reports for the entire year. Our current proposal follows that based on future projections from these progress reports.” The flicker of paper seemed to run in a staccato of his speech. 

staccato of his speech. 

“Seokjin. While I know you’re one of the brightest minds in the field,” another member spoke up with an almost exasperated sigh, “…you must understand that we’ve used these contacts for a long time. We are comfortable with the results. Maybe you can get Madam CEO to see reason, surely?” 

Jin’s gaze slid down to the woman next to him, vibrating with rage—with the rapid rise and fall of her chest. The slight purse of her lips allowed thin streams of air to fill her lungs. The flare of her nostrils, the quiver of her eyeballs as she managed to keep her temper under control. 

It stirred something deep inside his gut. His gaze narrowed as he willed the quick flicker of lust to cool. She was so beautiful in this state, a raging fire that would incinerate everything in her path. A weaponized force is only able to be wielded by the worthy. He saw her take a deep breath, the flutter of her lashes against the dusky apple of her cheek. He swallowed thickly before clearing his throat, “Madam.” 

“Jin, I will not kowtow to these fools!” She refused to look at him. She refused to back down from this fight. She refused to lose the ground she had gained after years in that chair. 

The board members shuffled, uneasy, in their seats suddenly. “Madam, please.” She tensed briefly at the tone. Her heartbeat against her rib cage like it wanted to escape. It was a long moment before she gave Jin a sidelong glance. There was a thick swallow as she noted the look in his eyes. 

Shit.

She exhaled, “Fine. I’ll leave it in your capable hands, Seokjin.” There was a brief slide of her chair against the floor. A flick of the wrist, she spied the time, “I can handle my next meeting without you.” There was the briefest flicker of irritation in her gaze before breezing past him. She didn’t give that table a second glance as the door clicked upon her exit. 

The tension seemed to grow upon her exit. All eyes turned to Kim Seokjin as he stared at the closed door. He exhaled softly before lowering himself into that chair. His body was absorbing the warmth she left behind. The older men waited in heavy silence as Jin dropped one leg over the other. An exasperated sigh as he pushed the fringe of his hair back.  

The motion caused the board members to shuffle again in their seats. It was as if he’d become a whole other entity with the hair pushed back from his face. The thin wire glasses were pinched from the bridge of his nose, stashed into an inner jacket pocket.

“Gentlemen.” A hand twirled in the air as he addressed them. “I’m going to make one thing glaringly clear.” He steepled his fingers in front of his face. His gaze was dark and menacing. “What Madam CEO wants? She gets it. It’s been her vision that has garnered the current reputation and financial yields you’ve all enjoyed.” His gaze slid over each face present. “Now, I don’t know how to get it into your feeble minds that you don’t run this show, but you don’t.” He smirked, leaning his head against his hand.

“I do.” His eyebrow lifted with the bold statement. “She sets the plan. I drive the ship. So, for the last fucking time? Do not make me lighten our cargo load. Because I can - no, I will make it extremely difficult for you. I’m not taking over. I’m not telling her to go against her gut.” The delicate flicker of his fingers as he waved them off. “Do not upset her again. This is the first and last time I will say this.” 

There were mouths slightly agape at what was said. Some knew better and were satisfied with the shock from their counterparts. It was an absolute known fact that Seokjin and the CEO were a thing. Some people had, at one point, tried to use that against her - to disastrous results. People didn’t understand who Seokjin was, the power and connections he had. They learned quickly to keep their noses out of their business. 

Within minutes, the boardroom was empty, and he was alone with his thoughts. The lights in the room dimmed with the lack of movement. Bathed in darkness, his hand wanders to the semi-hard on pulsating beyond his zipper. She had looked so fierce at that moment - he was so fucking proud. That unwavering stare, the slight elevation in her heart rate, and that defiance. His tongue slipped along his bottom lip as he pushed to stand. Glancing at his watch, he figured she should be wrapping up the last meeting for the day. Employees bowed to him as they exited for the day. His soft knock on a set of double doors was answered by a soft grunt from inside 

“We should get going.” He said softly. The only answer was an exasperated huff of air and the constant scribble of a pen on paper. Seokjin loosened the tie knotted too tightly against his neck. She didn’t hear him approach while she was lost in her thoughts - still simmering in that rage. 

She wanted to ignore him and live in the heat of the blood boiling in her veins. Her body was tense, locked, and rigid until she felt his fingers tucked under her chin. “Seokjin, I’ll leave when I’m rea-” Her words cut with the forceful turn of her head. The hard brown of her eyes was full and softening as Jin cut her off. 

“I said we’re leaving.” She felt a quiver in her thighs. She felt small in His shadow. The hair pushed back from his face, the smooth planes of his forehead visible, giving him an ethereal look. “Now.” 

“Yes, Sir.” The reply was automatic, her body relaxing into the hold, leaning forward slightly as his fingers pulled away. Calmly, she stacked papers onto a corner of the desk. She grabbed her purse and joined him at the door. He offered his elbow for her to link her arm through. 

A long silent drive home left her full of trepidation. She thought over the events of the day and knew she’d crossed a line. One line they had agreed not to pass at work. It was a part of their synergy, after all. She plowed through things like a bull in a china shop. She could be stubborn, reckless, and unyielding. He would remind her to calm her fiery instincts - and she would listen. He knew when she was doing too much - and today?

 She did too much. She let those old fools get under her skin - resulting in an unsightly display. 

The digital lock clicked as Seokjin entered, stepping aside so that she could follow. She stepped out of her shoes, hung her purse, and took her spot. The tension still riding her left her with stiff posture. 

“Tsk, tsk.” Jin admonished, stepping out of his shoes. “Look at you, my little Pixie.” She could feel that gentle drag of his fingers along her arm. He noted the goosebumps that rose along her skin. “So, tense.” His voice a delicate whisper against the shell of her ear. “So disobedient.” Those fingers trailed against the nape of her neck, reaching in before tugging at the root. “And you know what happens to disobedient little sluts, right?” He spoke between clenched teeth. 

She gasped as her head tugged at an unnatural angle; the pain caused a rush through her system. It was the price paid for answering one millisecond too slow. He could see the pulse throbbing in her neck. “I hate when you let others have power over you, Pixie.” His nose pushed into the crook of her neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply. “That’s a right reserved for someone, isn’t it?” She nodded weakly. “Who?”

“You.” He tugged harder. “Sir! You, Sir. Just you.” There was the prickle of sweat beading on the tip of her nose. He ripped the blouse from her shoulders, the bite marks on her shoulder were varying shades of red and purple. He found a flawless bit of skin near her shoulder - and he bit down again.

She made a sound in the pit of her throat, melting into his embrace. He dragged his teeth and tongue along the column of her neck,  teeth sinking into the lobe of her ear. “And you’re still thinking about it now, aren’t you?” His hand loosened in her hair, pulling the shirt from her shoulders. He stepped in front of her, looming tall, one hand flicking the clasp of her bra. A finger tipped her face upward, his lips brushing against the side of her face. “Aren’t you?” His teeth snapped near her ear.

Her body began to tremble, skin flushed. Seokjin stepped back, taking note of her progress. There was visible irritation that crossed his face causing her eyes to fall to the floor again. 

“Strip.” He stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt. She knew he was displeased; she took her time clumsily, stumbling out of her clothing. Naked, she clasped her hands in front of her. He made another irritated sound, jerking his thumb toward the bedroom. “Position.” 

She felt like a baby giraffe stumbling to find her footing while scrambling toward the bedroom. Panting, she closed the door with a gentle click. She had mere seconds to find herself. She knew that if she chose anything too light. It would make things worse. But she did not want light - the tension from work was riding her so hard. She knew what she needed - knew what she wanted. There was a sizable ornate armoire with multiple drawers, multiple modes, and routes the desired result. A few items from each drawer were plucked and placed on the large four-poster bed. 

She managed to use the Tossa jute hemp rope to make hasty double column tie knots along her abdomen. It was a little more challenging to get the line to flex under her breasts. Her fingers were trembling as the sudden plod of footsteps approached the door.

“I’m coming in, Pixie.” The doorknob softly clicked as she dropped to her knees. Jin leaned against the doorway clad in a pair of silk pajama bottoms. She could imagine the flex of his biceps as he crossed his arms, the up tilt of his lips as he smirked. His gaze locked to the top of her head before sliding to the assortment of tools for the evening.

There was a slight furrow in his brow as he turned back to her. “Pixie, are you sure about this?” There was no hesitation in the rapid nod. “It’s been a while since we’ve gone this hard.” He entered, walking past her to let his fingers tickle the ridges of a rather sizable anal plug. He knew his little trooper could handle it. She risked a glance upward, following the narrow of his hips up to the broad flare of his shoulders. 

“Tell me, Pixie.” He cast a sidelong glance over his shoulders. Their gazes locked as she held her breath. “Tell Sir the magic word.”

She took a deep breath through her nose. She felt the tension bubble in her muscles, a thin stache of sweat above her quivering lip. “I consent - Hummingbird.” Jin felt electric tingles journey across his skin. 

“What’s the safe word, Pixie?” He grabbed the hooded mask crumpled on the bed. A deft turn had him looming above her. 

“Pixie Stick.” 

“Good girl. When do you use your safe word?” He knelt in front of her, pulling the mask over her face, drenching her world in darkness. 

“When it’s too much.” She spoke in a shuddering whisper. “Wh-when I don’t feel safe.”

“Good girl.” He knelt in front of her, checking the stability of the self-tied knots. He made an appreciative sound as he tightened them even more. She sucked in a breath with a slight increase of pressure near her ribs. Her spine straightened as the rope cradled her breasts, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin. Her toes flicked against the carpet as he bound her wrists. 

A faint light attempted to penetrate the dark hood over her face. Open mouth pants, the threading pulse, and fidgeting - Jin paid attention to everything. “Stand.” Her head turned toward the sound of his voice as she willed her legs to move. She knew that any second longer than a reasonable response would yield some sort of punishment.

“Arms.” He put his hands on his hips as he circled her. She raised her arms above her head to the sound of a click. Another rope tugged at her wrist, stretching her upward with her feet flat on the ground.

Jin grabbed the anal plug slathering it in warm lube. “Bend.” She was able to slide her body forward so that her ass presented to him. Lubed fingers brushed against her puckered entrance. His finger ghosting in faint circles, causing her clit to throb. She clenched around, nothing wanting sensation. “Relax.” Smack! The slap on the right ass cheek caused her to gasp. The fluttering of her asshole nearly pulled his finger inside. “Relax, Pixie. You know I need to prepare you.” He scolded, finger still rubbing lube around that hole and down the length of her ass. 

One finger inserted.

Her toes curled, a sigh of almost relief, as he finally gave her something. He was inside up to the knuckle. She chewed on the meat of her bottom lip, pushing against the finger. Smack! The slap on the left ass cheek had her locked around his finger. 

Two fingers inserted to the knuckle. 

There were whimpers, whines, and shifting as she fought for control. She wanted to move, tried to fuck herself into oblivion on the slender digits assaulting her insides. Jin murmured to her as he scissored her open. He could hear the sticky residue of her slick every time her thighs rubbed together. And each time she shifted, it earned her a slap on the ass. The skin was warm and red, to the point that the scrape of his nails caused her to shudder. 

Three fingers inserted past the knuckle. Jin flexed his fingers, dragging them in and out of her slowly. The prickle of goosebumps, the hardening of her nipples, and the way her pretty mouth hung open ready for something to fill it. 

“Look at you, my good little slut. Do you feel my fingers, hmm?” He’s positioned behind her, leaning against her back to whisper into her ear. “Feel all three of my fingers in this greedy hole of yours?” There are only whimpers in response. She could feel the massive outline of his cock rubbing between the crease of her ass. The jolt of sensation had her hips shifting back even more. “That’s right, Pixie. Take my fingers just like that.”

Her mouth partly agape as she rocked back, pushing him deeper inside. Smack! Smack! Two quick slaps, one to each ass cheek, had her toes curling. Jin yanked his fingers free, placing the head of the anal plug against her. There were two ridges to pass before full insertion, and the first one passed by quickly. He watched that hole clamp as he pushed toward the second ridge. Smack! Smack! Two more slaps distracted her as the second ridge disappeared inside of her. “Tsk, look at this. No resistance at all. I could probably put two in this slutty little hole, couldn’t I?” She answered with a broken moan as he pushed the plug in the rest of the way. The flat black base suctioned to the lube covered skin.

Jin stepped away to admire his work, the slight imprint of hand and fingers from slapping the skin. It was a heated shade of red, scatterings of goosebumps, and the faintest flush covering her body. He grabbed the remote, turning it onto the lowest setting. It was more of an irritation than anything; a vague sensation that, after a while, teased but never let you fall over the edge. It was a long, drawn-out, push to ecstasy.

She whimpered, pushing her hips outward until she was nearly bent over. Jin slapped her ass, causing her posture to correct. “Don’t. Move.” He tutted the slip up as he surrounded her again. “You want sensation, Pixie? I can oblige.”

Her lips quivered at the seemingly generous offer – but she knew better. She could barely hear the shuffle of an object across the floor. “Straight, Pixie.” She rose until her arms were above her head again. She felt something slip between her legs; the feel of fresh leather tickled her inner thighs. She knew what this was, and her body trembled visibly. “Straddle.”

She waited one second too long before long fingers wrapped around the column of her neck. The air cut for just a quick minute before forcing her downward. Her mind was fuzzy with that timid vibration inside of her. Her inner thighs were sticky, smearing slick all over the leather-bound seat. “Straddle, Pixie.”

She licked the thin sheen of sweat above her lip before sliding up the length of the Sybian. The cold surface was causing her to pant.  “Forward, slowly now.” She could hear the amusement in his voice. Jin pushed down on her shoulders, adding his weight, so her cunt lips spread.  Dragging her clit against the leather before he lifted her, quickly, letting her hover over the plastic nub attachment. He placed two fingers against her lips, “Suck.” She obliged, eagerly, letting her tongue slide against and between his fingers. She made sure to push all the spit she could muster onto the length of his finger. So much so that a glimmering trail arced away from her lips.

Jin’s fingers pressed down the length of her body until they reached her pussy. Spreading the lips as that plastic nub barely slipped inside of her. Muscles burning with the attempt to hold the position – he made matters worse, tapping her clit mercilessly. Her body clenched on the probe in her ass. Her body in a flux pushing against the probe, thrusting into the rhythmic tap against her lip, and wanting to impale herself on that vibrating attachment.

Jin watched her hips rotate as he activated the majority of her erogenous zones in one go. He pushed her down onto the plastic nub, tall enough to just reach the little wet spot inside of her. Jin had to lick his lips at the thought of her pussy convulsing around him.

Soon.

He grabbed the remote for the Sybian activating a strong pulsating wave of vibration. The anal plug vibration turned up to the next level while he leaned down to capture her nipple between his teeth. Those two fingers still tapping in time with the pulse of the fuck machine. Her jaw went slack only two minutes into vibration.

“Are you going to cum, Pixie?” He observed her, the speckle of goosebumps, the quiver in her thighs. “Tell Sir, are you going to cum?” He rubbed against her clit harder.

“Yes! Yes, Sir! This one wants to cum!” She shrieked to his amusement. There was a shameless swivel of her hips as she clenched, clamped, and rubbed against the leather. It felt like a tornado was building in the pit of her stomach.

“Do you have permission to cum, Pixie?” Jin asked almost inquisitively.

She cried out as he pulled her off the vibrating nub. His hands clenched against her scalp, a fist full of hair as he bent her backward. “Do you have permission?” His teeth snapped as he tugged.

“N-No! No, Sir.” She received three rapid slaps to each ass cheek for her response.

“That’s right. You did not. Sit.” He guided her until she hovered above the furiously vibrating attachment. She tilted her head at the change in sound. Did he turn it up? She whimpered as the nub poked at her entrance again. He pushed her down, hands on her shoulders to make sure her lower half was fully connected.

Her thighs violently shook as she tried to hold that orgasm at bay. It was impossible; the saddle-like contraption was quaking at the maximum level vibration. She kept trying to shift her hips backward – only to engage the anal plug vibration. Moving forward, drove her clit onto a textured surface.

“Don’t you dare cum, Pixie,” he whispered in her ear. 

And that was her undoing – the first orgasm hit her like a mack truck. The force of it nearly lifted her off the plastic nub. . Her body bent backward, letting the rope hold her weight as her body convulsed. The second orgasm hit, and she went rigid, her body snapping forward as her abdominal muscles tightened.  

The third orgasm hit, keeping her stiff as she fought to keep her sanity. Jin turned up the vibration on the anal plug spurring her into a fourth orgasm – a lewd wet sound echoed as she squirted against the intrusion. The walls of her pussy felt like they were rippling, and the waves spread across her body.

“That’s right, let me hear you, Pixie.” Jin stood back, watching her crumble. There was something sexy above the battle waging in her body. Does she slide backward against the butt plug vibration? Does she slide forward onto that textured plate with her clit grinding against the grooves? Or does she center her weight, letting that nub vibrate harder against her g-spot? His eyes were dark, hooded, and lust-blown as he palmed the girth of his cock against the silk of his pants. Precum dribbled out, causing that wet spot to grow even darker.

The persistent stimulation had her legs locking against the side of the machine. Juicy noises as the vibrations fluttered the slick dripping down the surface of the leather. She screeched when the sensation became too much. Jin pulled the rope to lift her body from the contraption. “Look at this mess!” He laughed. Her body jerked and trembled as the very air assaulted her. “I didn’t teach you to be this messy, Pixie.”

The slack in the line let her stumble to her knees. There was not a moment of reprieve when she felt hands on the back of her neck. Her nostrils filled with her essence as her face pressed against the moist leather. “Clean it up.” Her tongue slithered out in broad strokes to sop up her orgasm. Jin’s abdomen tightened as he watched the beautiful pink of her tongue pick up every bead of moisture.

Jin released her while steadily working his cock in short, teasing strokes. A hissing breath sucked in between his teeth with one hard pull. He reached down to pull her up by her hair. He leaned in to let his tongue move against the sticky residue on her lips and chin. He met her moan by sticking his tongue between her lips. She sucked vigorously, passionate pulls against that long muscle had his cock twitching again.

“You taste so fucking good, Pixie,” Jin purred against her mouth. “I should reward you.”

He turned up the vibration on the anal plug again. A long, salacious moan into his chest was the thanks he got. She was gulping for air, her body stirred up in sensation again. Her breasts jiggled as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm that just wouldn’t come. He tucked his fingers into the rope, knotted against her solar plexus, and gave a gentle push.

 Her balance fucked due to over stimulation, she fell back against the bed too easy. The pressure of laying on her back made her hyper-aware of the anal plug vibrating away inside of her. Her toes still digging into the ground as the click and whir of something else made her tilt her head.

The sound of a drill locking caused her to stop moving. Jin stood at the foot of the bed, watching her gyrate her lower off. The puffy, pink, and glistening space of her pussy made him lick his lips. He slapped her inner thigh, once – twice – three times. He watched her attempt to curl and escape as he pushed her legs to bend at the knees.

Jin tilted his head as he licked the tip of the dildo in his hand. He made lewd, loud sucking noises that caused her to focus. She turned her head in that direction, the hood barely letting any light filter through. But she knew that sound – it was familiar. She whimpered because she knew what he was doing – could almost imagine it.

Jin made sure to drool all over the soft veiny surface of the fake cock. The dick left his mouth with an obscene pop before he lined it up with her body. The toy stretched her wide, made her full.  He licked his lips as he put the drill into forwarding motion. The drill-do had become a favorite toy for them, honestly. If she was ever too impatient, it was easy to lube up one of many drill attachments for a quick release.

But now? Jin’s trigger finger had that bit stuck in an agonizing pace. He could see the cream building on the attachment with each soft drag of the dildo inside of her. “Look at you, I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He slapped her inner thighs again as she clenched down on the toy. He turned up the vibration on the anal plug again – and this time, there was no ignoring it. The wave was too powerful to ignore, no longer an irritating buzz. That, coupled with the vibrating twist of the drill-do, caused her body to shake again.

Then to add insult to injury? Jin leaned down to purse his lips around her abused clit. The sound that she made caused his cock to leak. It was a sound between mania and euphoria. The world was white behind the dark of that mask. Her body convulsed as her mind went blank. Drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she twitched into a howling orgasm. Her head whipped back and forth as the speed of the drill assisted toy pounded into her g-spot. Her wrists contorted against the rope, causing the skin to redden as she pulled. Jin pressed his hand down on her abdomen to keep her still as his tongue ran circles around that oversensitive nub.

He could feel her body quivering beneath his hand as she came. The motion so strong it forced the toy from inside her ravaged pussy. There was a strong spray of wet orgasm against his chest as the toy plopped out. It splattered against his pectorals and chin, his tongue flicking out to catch it. The drill powered toy fell to the ground as he scrambled out of his pants.

A low growl rumbled his chest as he pushed her body further onto the bed. He yanked the mask off her head to see her eyes rolling back into her head. She was incoherent as he raked his fingers across her torso. There was nothing in her world but him when the light no longer obscured her vision. He slapped at her breasts as he rubbed her essence along the length of his cock.

 She placed her feet on his thighs, tilted her hips up to accept him. He thumped her clit with the angry head of his cock. He spat down between their bodies before pushing inside of her. He couldn’t wait any longer. He slid all that thick, rigid girth inside of her at once. His fingers dug bruising possession into hips as he felt her flutter against him.  He could hear the grinding of teeth in his ears as they both fought for that moment of stillness. The dull vibration of the anal plug the only noise as neither body moved.

She sighed, soft and silky in response to Jin’s hungry grunt. He swore his eyes were rolling in his skull. Jin lifted her hips to pull her along the length of his cock. She was used as a sleeve, squeezing and milking him. He rotated her hips, pushing them back, bringing them forward and pounding into her. Sweat dripped down the tip of his nose as he focused on the connection of their bodies. He could feel that pulsation of the anal plug from inside of her. He pressed his hand down on her abdomen, dark eyes lifting to her face.

And there he saw it. Her eyes were dark, almost unfocused as he fucked into that battered space. Her body was like molten liquid, so warm and pliable. The tension had completely dissolved from muscles, present in the moment of their connection. They made animalistic sounds as each thrust came more energetic and harder than the one before it. 

His fingers pinched and twisted her nipples as his thrusts practically lifted her hips from the bed with their strength. There was another orgasm that had her body feeling light as a feather. Jin reached underneath her to tug at the anal plug. He pulled it partway out, and she jerked, causing it to fall out entirely.

Her eyes popped open with a shrill sound as her nerves seemed to fire off all at once. Jin had to drop the butt plug to hold her hips down. Tears streamed from her eyes as she gasped for air. She felt waves of pleasure spread outward from her ass. It felt like a stone disturbing the quiet surface of a lake. The waves pushed from head to toe as she bucked into another orgasm.

Catapulted into subspace, she cried through the pleasure.

“F-fu-FUCK?!” Jin roared as she clamped down him. He fell forward with hands on either side of her as thick ropes of cum painted her insides. He panted as she rotated her hips, trying to milk him for every drop left, and then some.

Her hips slowed, even though he started to soften inside of her. Yet he had tiny-aftershocks as she settled. He hovered above her before he reached up to thumb the tears away from her eyes.

Their hearts were beating hard and loud; their ragged breaths evened out.

“Are you OK, Pixie?” Jin’s voice was hoarse from the orgasmic rush.

Her vision slightly blurred with the remnant of tears, but she nodded in response.

“Better?” He untied her wrists.

“Mhmm.” A lazy grin spread across her face when the weight of the rope vanished. 

Jin took his time untangling the knots and lines around her body. He continued to tease, dragging the rough texture against her oversensitive skin. She purred and moaned her satisfaction with each new sensation that rushed through her. He stepped off the bed when she was utterly unbound. Her arms stretched upward, she turned over, prepared to sleep for the next two days.

“Come now, Pixie. You know we don’t sleep in a messy bed.” She sighed heavily, but he was correct. She finally took a look at the room – the Sybian dried and sticky. The drill-do glistening nearby and the wet stains on the blanket. She knew the sheets were equally soaked. He smirked, offering a hand to help her stand, “Come on, a bath for you while I clean up.”

She looked like a newborn foal unable to use its legs out of the womb. Jin tucked an arm under her knees, lifting her upward with little effort. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, “Thank you, Sir.”

Her body felt right in his arms – free from that burden—safe in the arms of the only man who could grant her that kind of absolution.

The kind of cathartic release that sets the soul in its proper place.

Fucking hell!!! 🥵 em...!! That was... Ummm.. Soo.. Ughh.. wait, let me.. Get back to.. My breathing & mind back to normal.. I will tell you after I gather my thoughts.. Soo many things happened here.. & I am just gonna say it was so fucking good.. It had each & everything that I find hot.. The angst.. The brattiness.. The punishment.. The love.. The subspace.. Every. Fucking. Thing. Is so beautiful in this.. You are spoiling us way too much by fics like this. You have raised you bar & our expectations high dear.. 😘

Also we are gonna miss jin so much.. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 we all pray for his good future & health & good days in his training.. Until then, we will wait & be good for him.. 🥺💜

sunday (explicit)

genre: straight-up smut baybey, i did it y'all i wrote a pwp again

pairing: seokjin x reader

summary: you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.

word count: 5k

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ say it with me: BRAT 👏 TAMER 👏 SEOKJIN 👏 established relationship, reader is uhhh 😬 Extremely bratty lmao, jin takes care of that, BDSM dynamics (mention of safewords and hand signals but neither are used!), reader gets spanked with a belt oop 🤭, fingering/a lil bit of eating it from the back, orgasm denial, big dick jin 😏, praise kink, mouth/throat fucking, a bit of breathplay, begging and apologizing, oh yeah she cries... like.... kind of a lot 🥲 there's a dacryphilia moment in there too (~*~add a little spice~*~), unprotected sex but they're in love it's fine, lots of subspace at the end, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, she comes.... idek how many times, and a smidge of aftercare 🫠 also i promise there's no food play, you'll get why the cake's there at the end ok lmao

A/N: a day late and a dollar short but hey that's my mental health rn 🫡 this was fun!!! always nice to dust off the ol' pwp muscles and frankly i've been itching to write proper BDSM for a bit now. sometimes you just wanna get the shit beat out of you lovingly and that's valid and sexy ya know. anyway feel free to silently skip this one if it's not for you!! and i know i'm gonna get a comment on it so 🙄 i used his korean age on purpose lmao 🙄 yes i can count and yes i know their system is changing~ ANYWAY i sincerely hope you enjoy babes and that you all had a lovely seokjin day 🥺 i loooove y'all !!! 💜

thank you to @haliiimede for beta reading and being my soulmate 🥺

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The slam of the front door tells you that your plan for today has worked perfectly.

Standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, you adjust a final strap on your bralette, then quickly scramble to pull your clothes back on. You attempt to keep your expression innocent as you slip down the hallway to greet your boyfriend.

Before you can even make it, you hear the unmistakable pop of a wine bottle being uncorked, and you enter the kitchen just in time to see Seokjin leaning up against the counter with a glass of white in hand. He doesn’t look particularly pleased to see you.

“Hi baby,” you say, sweet as can be. “Can I have a glass?”

A muscle works in his jaw as he looks you over, and the expression on his face already has a flame licking in the pit of your stomach.

“That's all you have to say?” he finally answers.

You blink up at him, feigning ignorance. Your heartbeat has started to race behind your ribs, sensing imminent danger— the good kind.

“I haven't heard from you all day today,” he tries again.

You shrug. “I was still sleeping when you left this morning, and then, I don't know. I was doing things. Does it matter?” If Seokjin wasn’t already pissed, you know your last question will get him. You turn away to busy yourself with retrieving a wine glass so he can’t see the smile you’re trying to bite back.

The tone of his voice makes you freeze, glass in hand. “I don't recall saying you could have any.”

Your lower lip juts out automatically, and you do your best to steady your breathing without making it apparent. Even your voice comes out a little shaky. “But we always share.”

The silence in the kitchen feels deafening, punctuated by the soft tap of Seokjin setting his glass on the counter. You mirror him, swallowing hard as he steps in to close the distance between you. It never gets any less exciting to have him tower over you, big and broad-shouldered, tall enough that you have to look up through your lashes to meet his gaze. A dull ache starts to pulse between your legs.

“Do you know what today is?”

You lick your lips and try to speak. “Sunday?”

It’s like you barely get the word out before he’s gripping your jaw with one large hand, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Anticipation buzzes through your body, all the way down to your toes, as he forces your chin up.

“Anything else?” His voice sounds like a warning.

Your mouth pulls into a grin beneath his grasp, one you can’t quite manage to keep innocent. “Oh, Seokjin, is it your birthday? I knew I was forgetting something. Oops.”

“Fucking brat.”

All at once Seokjin locks an arm around your hips, and you let out a shrill squeak as your feet leave the floor entirely when he outright slings you over his shoulder. This is, of course, exactly what you’d hoped for, but you struggle a little in his grip nonetheless. All part of the fun.

You’d left the bedroom door cracked on your way out to greet him, and he takes the opportunity to kick it back open. A shiver runs up your spine at the sight, and then you hit the bed hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.

You push up onto your hands as you sit up, slightly dizzy.

“That hurt, Seokjin,” you whine, but you both know you don’t mean it. You have agreed-upon methods of telling him when he’s really hurting you in a way that doesn’t feel good: safewords, even hand signals for when you’re rendered non-verbal. Anything said that isn’t one of those is just you running your mouth on purpose, winding him up. Like now. “You’re being so dramatic.”

“And you’ve got a fucking attitude today,” he snaps. “Is this really how you want to do this? On my fucking birthday?”

You blink up at him with the same sweet smile. “What if I told you I got you a present?”

This seems to surprise him a little, and he pauses, like he doesn’t quite buy it. “A present, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You nod as you get to your feet. “Let me unwrap it for you.”

Taking your time with it, you peel off your sweatshirt and leggings to reveal the lingerie you pulled on as he was coming home. It’s a soft pink set with a floral design, thin straps, and romantic lace, and you happen to think it does wonders for your curves.

“What do you think?”

You can see the hungry gleam in Seokjin's eyes even as he scoffs, feigning disinterest. “Oh, this is my present? A disrespectful brat that I have to teach a lesson? I should rip this shit off.”

“Hey, this was expensive!” you snap, and he arches an eyebrow as if to give you a final chance to behave. It just makes you want to push him that much further.

You step closer, allowing a perfect line of sight to your tits that threaten to spill out of their confinements, and you soften your voice when you speak again. “What, you don’t forgive me, Seokjin?”

The corner of his mouth just barely ticks up. “You know the rules. Forgiveness is earned.”

He reaches a hand down to undo the buckle of his belt, and your nipples are suddenly painfully hard against the lace fabric. You can’t remember the last time he used his belt. Fuck, he’s really mad.

“Bend over.”

You huff a sigh as you drape yourself over the edge of the bed, and his hands are already on your ass. He makes a low noise of appreciation as his fingertips dig into your supple skin, pressing firm enough to make you wince. He's not being gentle, and you don’t want him to be.

Your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment of being manhandled like this, and you get so lost in it that it takes you a second to realize Seokjin has asked you a question. By then it’s already too late.

He gives a warning slap to your ass as he repeats himself. “I said, how old am I?”

You peek over your shoulder, wiggling your ass against the flat of his palm, only for him to smack you hard over your left cheek. You bite back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“I don't know,” you lie, blinking up at him. “You’re so old now, it’s hard to remember.”

In one swift move, he yanks his belt out from around his waist, and you swallow hard as you watch him fold it over in his hands.

“Then why don’t you fucking count for me.”

The belt cracks down over your ass, and you flinch at the first real rush of pain. It takes you a second to regain focus, your brain still buzzing from the hit, and then his words come back to you.

“One.”

“So you are capable of listening, huh?”

Another hit, equally as hard on the other side, and you grit your teeth.

“Two.”

“Aw, where’d that smart mouth go? Not so chatty now?” Seokjin cracks the belt again, and you can barely get the word three out before four is being delivered just as harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe. He's really hitting hard tonight.

“Four,” you gasp, and you hear Seokjin exhale a dark laugh above you.

“Better toughen up, sweetheart. We’ve got a long way to go.” Another hit in the same spot, this one enough to really sting.

“Five.”

“You know, since I'm so old.”

The next blow he delivers is so hard, the word comes out as a cry of pain. “Six!”

You flatten your pelvis down against the sheets, as if in an attempt to hide from the beating, but there’s nowhere to go. The extra pressure makes you feel how hard your clit has started to throb from your punishment. You bury your face in the crook of your elbow, your hips jerking reflexively as you moan through seven, eight, nine.

Every muscle in your body seizes taut as you prepare for ten, trying to encourage yourself to breathe through it, though all you can get out right now are shallow gasps for air. I can take this, you tell yourself, I can take this.

But it doesn’t come. You’re pulled so tight you think you might snap, and you manage to lift your head up from your arms to look back at Seokjin.

“There she is,” he says, and the soft tone of his voice in no way influences how hard he brings the belt down over your ass.

“Ten!” you groan, and the sharp bite of pain over your already raw skin nearly brings tears to your eyes. And he’s not even halfway done.

It’s all you can do now to remember what number you’re on, especially as Seokjin continues to allow torturously long pauses between his hits. He'll wait just long enough that your heartbeat starts to slow, teasing the thin length of the belt up the backs of your thighs, sometimes even with a laugh.

But it’s not relief: the waiting keeps every inch of you on edge, all wound up with anticipation of the next dose of pain, so tense you’re not sure you’re breathing.

You’ve hardly choked out fourteen when you flinch at a brush of contact, the warm touch of skin where you were expecting the crack of leather. Letting your forehead drop against the bed, you pant like you’ve just run a marathon as Seokjin's hand moves over your abused flesh, groping and massaging as he did before. You can’t tell if it’s been minutes or hours since then, but his touch is grounding, calming, even when his fingers sink into your fresh bruises with enough force to make you whimper.

You can feel the way the seam of your panties sticks to your center now, and you can only imagine that they must be entirely soaked through, your slickness already starting to paint the crux of your thighs. With a soft whine of need, you spread your legs a little wider in search of anything but more pain.

“What do you think?” Seokjin's voice is dark when he speaks, thick with lust. The thought of him straining hard against his pants has you practically drooling on the mattress. You want nothing more than that cock stretching you open right now. “Starting to learn your lesson?”

As much as the rational part of you appreciates the check-in, you can’t ignore the new rush of rebellion that surges up at the question. What, does he think you need him to go easy? Does he think you’re not tough enough, that you can’t take everything he’s willing to give you?

You push up to look over your shoulder at him again, your jaw set firm. “No.”

Anger flashes over his face, but he can’t quite hide his smile. “Then I guess I can stop holding back.”

Shit, he was—? You don’t get the opportunity to finish that thought before the loop of his belt is whizzing through the air, and the impact it makes against your ass hits so hard, you momentarily see stars. “Fuck!”

“That's not a fucking number.”

“Fifteen,” you gasp, dropping limp against the bed like a ragdoll, breathless with relief that you didn’t lose track. “Fifteen.”

“The brat can count,” Seokjin remarks, and then he delivers sixteen just as hard and your whole body spasms from the pain as you choke out the number. “If only you knew how old I was, you might have some idea of how much longer I have to beat your ass.”

Your eyes are really starting to well up now, but you force yourself to keep breathing, to focus on his words. It might be coded to fit the scene, but it’s a clear reminder nonetheless: you’re more than halfway. You can do this.

By twenty, the tears have started to spill down your face, but Seokjin knows you well enough to know the scene doesn’t stop unless you call a safeword. He trusts you to know your own limits, and you do. But fuck, he can really test them sometimes. You’re dying for him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but keep fucking beating you. It’s taking everything in you to keep going, your feet kicking helplessly each time he brings the belt down over your tender backside. He hasn’t lightened the weight of his hits up even in the slightest. If anything, they’re only getting worse.

“Twenty-one,” you breathe. You only have ten hits left, and you’ve already gotten through ten hits twice now. You can do this.

“Twenty-two.” You tell yourself not to fight it.

“Twenty-three.” Just give into the pain.

“Twenty-four.” Submit.

Your shoulders heave with sobs as the twenty-fifth strike finally, finally breaks your last resolve. You press your face into the mattress; you’re crying so hard you can scarcely breathe. Even though your body keeps flinching with the reflexive animal reaction to try and get away from the pain, your mind has fully accepted your punishment, all the fight gone out of you.

It’s like someone else is counting for you now, so much so that you don’t even realize what number Seokjin is on until the words leave your mouth.

“Thirty-one.”

You hear the jingle and thud of the belt hitting the floor, and then his gentle hands are encouraging your legs to spread apart. The brush of his fingers over your aching core is sweet, overwhelming relief from the pain still coursing through your system. You’d think it’d be enough to make you cry, if you weren’t already.

“Good girl,” he says softly, and that small praise alone has you floating straight up to the ceiling.

His hands move quickly to pull your panties down and off, and you work to get your breathing back under control, letting your sobs dissolve into sniffling gulps. You whimper when his palms slip under your hips, encouraging you up onto your knees. Your body shivers all over as you try to hold yourself up, to be good, and then you feel Seokjin slip two fingers into your drenched center.

“Oh my god,” you groan as he starts to rub diligently at the ridges of your front wall, his free hand gripping your ass to spread you open. His touch in both places at once, pressing down on fresh swollen bruises and curling up into the sweetest part of you, it’s so good. It reminds you why you willingly give yourself over to this man, the one you love so much, the only one who can make you feel like this. You’re so turned on from the mix of pleasure and pain, you might be close to blacking out.

The bed creaks as he shifts a little, and then he replaces his fingers with his mouth, and you keen. You bury your sounds in the crook of your elbow as his tongue plunges into you, and he snakes a hand between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. Your mind is reeling; you can barely manage to speak.

“S-Seokjin,” you gasp. “You’re g-gonna, ngh, gonna make me—”

He pulls off just enough to mutter, “You better fucking ask first.”

You swear he ups the intensity on purpose when his mouth returns to your pussy, as if to drag you that much closer to the edge. His thumb is working so perfectly at your clit, you can feel your thighs starting to shake as you writhe back against him. “Can I— can I please come, Seokjin? Pleaseplease, please?”

“No.”

His voice is firm, unbothered, and paired with the painful loss of his touch all at once. A strangled sob of frustration escapes you as you collapse against the bed, exhausted from holding yourself up and from your denied release.

“Not yet,” Seokjin continues. “Not until you’ve learned to be a little more obedient.”

His strong hand closes over your bicep, and he easily flips you over onto your back, causing you to hiss at the graze of your sore flesh against the sheets. Your lower lip trembles, your eyes threatening tears as you stare up at him, but you stay quiet.

“Be a good girl,” Seokjin says, dragging one finger up the column of your throat. You willingly tip your head back for him as a shiver rolls through you. “Let me fuck this smart mouth, then I’ll make you come as many times as you can handle. Okay?”

When you nod softly, he hauls you up to your feet. “Get on your knees.”

You do as he says, sitting back on your heels and watching as he works his pants and boxers down to free his cock. He’s thick and long, flushed dark and dripping hard. Big enough that you go slightly cross-eyed trying to take him in. Your cunt clenches desperately at his size, at how badly you need all of him inside you, bottoming out into you again and again.

But even moreso, you want to be good.

“Mouth open,” Seokjin instructs, and you comply, letting your tongue loll out for him as he tangles a hand in your hair.

He guides himself between your lips, and your eyes roll back at the weight of him on your tongue, the feeling of your jaw stretching open to fit him. He’s so fucking big, it’s uncomfortable, but you do your best to breathe around him and give into it.

Trying to hold still, hands placed sweetly on your thighs because you know he likes it that way, you blink up at Seokjin as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You can taste the salt of his precum as his length drags along your tongue, and you fight back the urge to gag when the tip of his cock nudges into the back wall of your throat. He groans softly as he rubs himself there, his grip on your hair tightening until the pain stings your scalp. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep yourself from choking.

“Fuck,” he hisses when he pulls out, saliva stringing in thick strands from your mouth to the head of his cock. He squeezes at the base of it, eyes glazed dark with lust, and you take in as much air as you can, the cool rush painful where your throat is sore from the stretch of him.

You sit up taller as if to ask for more.

Seokjin’s gaze meets yours as the hand on his cock guides it back toward you, but he doesn’t slip back into your mouth. His eyes are fixated hungrily on your face as he drags the head of his dick down over your bottom lip, teasing it around your mouth and along your cheeks, clearly enjoying that he can do whatever he wants with you.

Your pulse drums loudly in your ears as you sit there, mouth open, and take it. The whole lower half of your face must be slick with spit and precum now, given how easily he glides across your skin, and then you’re hit with the heavy thud of him smacking his cock once, twice, three times against your flat, willing tongue.

“Are you done being a brat now?” he prompts, and you can feel drool spilling down your chin as you nod, his cock still weighing heavy on your outstretched tongue. He slips it in a little further, just past the ring of your lips.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?”

A soft whine escapes around his girth filling your mouth. You nod again, desperate, and then he hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you gag noisily. Your body shudders beneath him, and you try to keep it together.

“Learned your fucking lesson?”

Tears start to sting at the corners of your eyes as he keeps sliding himself into your mouth, the head of his cock dipping down into the tight clutch of your throat, as far as he can go until your nose is flush with his abdomen. You can’t make another sound, your mouth crammed too full, but you do your best to nod even as you lose the ability to keep breathing.

Seokjin’s thumb brushes over the bulge in your throat, and you know what he wants. Tears slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, and he rewards you with an unabashed moan that lights up everything inside you.

“That’s it. You look so good when you cry on my cock,” he rasps, his hand closing over your throat as you swallow again.

You can feel yourself starting to get light headed from lack of oxygen as more tears stream down your face, but the praise spurs you on. You want it too much, it makes you eager to please at any cost, despite the dizzying surge of adrenaline, despite the way your throat is spasming painfully now. You’ll pass out with his cock down your throat, if that’s what it takes.

He pulls out all at once, and the rush of air you heave in is like broken glass against your raw throat. You fall forward, your palms just barely catching you from landing directly onto your face, and you can’t do anything for a moment but breathe in ragged, shaky gasps. Tears are still welling up in your eyes, dripping down onto the carpet beneath you.

Your world tilts as Seokjin easily scoops you up in his arms just to drop you onto the bed, flat on your back. There’s still the dull ache of the bruises he beat into your ass, but it’s like someone’s turned the volume down on it. All your physical sensations seem distant, like they’re happening to someone else, even the dull ache thudding between your legs, a desperate desire to come that was only made worse by being used as your boyfriend’s fucktoy.

Your eyes flutter closed as his hands slip up your body to undo your lacy bralette and peel it off of you, and you don’t fight it.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Seokjin's voice pulls you back from the edge, and you fight to open your eyes again. He's hovering over you, fully stripped now, his brow creased slightly with concern. “Stay with me a little bit longer, okay?” His tone is still serious, and you sniff softly as you nod.

He slips a palm encouragingly under your thigh and you do the rest, so out of body that it’s like you weigh nothing at all as you pull your knees up to effectively bend yourself in half for him. He practically growls at the sight of you spread for him so willingly, presenting a cunt swollen with need, painted glossy with arousal.

You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he kneels up on the bed, and then his thick cock is grinding over you, dragged right up your center. The feeling of finally being touched where you need it most has you exhaling a moan of relief.

“Is this what you want?” Seokjin's breath is hot on your neck and chased by the scrape of his teeth, earning another noise of pleasure from you. Your clit throbs as he rolls the head of his dick over it, up and down, slow teasing.

“Yes,” you manage to gasp. Your voice comes out a little broken from your scraped-up throat. “Yes, please. Please fuck me, please, want it so bad.”

“Which do you want more?”

You’re so gone, choking on whimpers and whines, that his hand closes over your throat to make you focus on the rest of his question. The look on his face is so dark, it sends a shiver down your spine.

“My dick, or my forgiveness?”

Tears spring to your eyes immediately as an overwhelming wave of emotions floods through you. There isn’t a doubt in your mind what your answer is, you don’t even have to pause to consider it. As badly as you want, need him to fuck you, the thought of Seokjin discarding you when he’s finished, still upset, not kissing every inch of your skin, not praising you for being so good… you can’t bear it.

“Your forgiveness,” you sob, doing your best to keep breathing despite his hand around your throat. “Please, please, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I just wanna be good, wanna be good for you, I don't need anything else.”

You can see his face soften even through the tears that blur your vision. “There she is,” he murmurs, and then he tips his head down to brush his lips over yours. The warm touch of his mouth is all the reward you could ever ask for, and he sucks sweetly on your bottom lip before pulling back.

“Good answer, babygirl.”

Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s fucking the whole of his thick cock into you, and you can only keen as he stretches you wide enough to fit all of him. Your walls are immediately trembling tight to him from how edged close you’ve been all night.

“Thank you,” you moan, your head dropping back against the pillow. A gasp rips through you as he bottoms out, your spine arching when the crown of his cock presses firmly on your cervix. “Thank you, oh fuck.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin purrs, his mouth against your collarbone. You think he might be sucking a mark into your skin, but it’s already getting hard to tell what’s happening. “You always take it so well after I beat the brat out of you. Let go now, baby. You’ve earned it.”

You’re grateful for the permission, because you’re not sure you could stay tethered any longer if you tried. Not when he’s splitting you open, thrusting hard and deep because he knows you can take it, with a cock fat enough to light up every sweet spot in you at once. Your eyes roll back as you start to float, so out of it that you barely even notice a faint buzzing sound until you realize Seokjin is pressing your vibrator down against your swollen, aching clit.

Fuck, when did he even grab it off the nightstand?

You’re vaguely aware of someone moaning, but it doesn’t even feel like you. You’ve given up entirely to it now, a sweet surrender to this all-encompassing pleasure. It’s so good, too good, it slips you out of your mind and body alike, like he’s fucking your brain right out of your skull.

“That’s it, come on my cock,” Seokjin groans, and fuck, you are, you’re coming hard enough to drench his cock with every pulse of your needy cunt. “Such a good girl.”

He doesn't even pull the toy off to give you a moment of recovery, just keeps it nestled between your folds as he pounds into you. Your hips shudder violently as you coast out of your first climax and straight into another one.

It all starts to blur together now, wave after wave of orgasm washing over you until you’re drowning in it. You come and come and come until it feels like you’re melting into the bed, pinned through by this massive cock and the endless mind-numbing buzz on your clit. You can distantly tell that you’ve soaked a wet spot into the sheets beneath you, that your thighs and even the muscles of your ass are shaking from overstimulation.

“S-S-Seokjin.” It takes you three tries to get his name out, and you’re still not really sure if you said it until the toy switches off. The humming sensation is still reverberating through your body even in the absence of it, enough to make you tremble all over as he picks up the pace.

“Gonna fucking— fill you up,” Seokjin grunts, voice thick with effort, and then his cock twitches at the very back of you, buried deep as it can go, pulsing heavy as he paints you with rope after rope of his release. 

You’re still not here, not really, not when he pulls out with a heavy sigh, when the cum starts to drool down your legs, when he drops onto the mattress beside you and pulls you into him. It comes back to you in pieces: you’re shivering all over, breathing hard, your face is wet— fuck, when were you crying?

It takes you several moments to realize Seokjin is murmuring in your ear, that his fingers are carding through your hair, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Just breathe, baby. Did so well, it’s over now. You’re safe.”

As the post-scene comedown settles into your bones, you bury your face into his shoulder, trying to breathe through the myriad of emotions and chemicals flooding your system. He pulls the blanket up over your chest, and the warmth of it and his body help to gently bring you down from the high.

You don’t know how long you lay like that until you finally manage to squeak out a question. “Y-you’re not really mad, right?”

Seokjin laughs gently as he presses a kiss to your hairline. “No, baby. I know you didn’t really forget. The birthday cake in the fridge kinda gave it away.”

The words take a second to hit you, and then a dazed giggle bubbles up in your chest. It’s like you’re floating as you start to laugh, your face still pressed into Seokjin’s skin, and you can feel the rumble of him laughing too. It didn’t even occur to you that he would’ve seen the fucking cake when he grabbed himself a bottle of wine.

“Oh,” is all you can think to say, and you keep giggling as his lips move over the line of your jaw, trailing kisses.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to get punished,” he says softly. “It's part of why I love you. You’re my perfect little brat. And this was the perfect gift, seriously.”

A warm glow blooms in your chest at the praise, and you sigh happily as you curl up against his side. “Can we eat cake in bed?”

Seokjin leans down to brush his mouth over yours, sweetly adoring. “Anything you want.”