⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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Y/n moans tightly as her body tightly pulls at the cuffs around her wrists. Yoongi feels a heated flush run up his spine as he carefully pours the soy wax on her exposed torso, reveling in the way the black wax paints her soft skin. Yoongi is pleasantly impressed to see y/n's body respond so enthusiastically to his ministrations, her hips rolling off the bed to try and find where he was.
Tonight's scene involved a few more instruments, all of which Yoongi had explained in detail to y/n before they started. He had expected more reservation from her, but was amazed when met with enthusiastic desire. Her restrained and blindfolded form paired with the streaks of black wax coating her skin was a visual Yoongi never thought he'd have the privilege to witness, but here he was delivering more delicious pain to his girlfriend who begged for more.
Yoongi feels his length strain against his black slacks, begging for freedom, but he's not ready for that. He wants to enjoy this a little longer before he caves in to his baser needs. It takes a considerable amount of effort to keep his mind straight when y/n looks so god damn sinful.
"Color?" Yoongi asks as a flaming desire flashes across his eyes.
Y/n moans, but doesn't answer, her mouth slack. He knows she's entering a headspace that often robs a person of their ability to speak, but he refuses to continue without y/n giving him a verbal response. Yoongi narrows his eyes at her though she's oblivious to this due to the satin blindfold that's secured around her eyes.
Giving a firm slap to the side of y/n's ass, Yoongi repeats himself. "What's your color?"
"Shit–Green. Green!" Y/n rasps out breathlessly, her chest rising and falling quickly due to her breathing growing shallow.
Yoongi smirks as he reaches over to the nightstand to grab the container of iced water. He had told y/n that tonight's scene would focus on temperature play–alternating from dousing her senses with the heat of the soy candle wax and the cool touch of the chilled plug he had put off to the side until now. Yoongi was certain that y/n had grown used to the heat of the candle wax which is why he decided to switch it up.
Yoongi's face twists into a dark expression, one of excitement and lust, as he trails his hand to her core, fingers slipping into her dripping heat. Y/n attempts to fold in on herself, but the restraints prevent her from moving. Whimpering moans spill from her mouth as Yoongi pumps his fingers while his thumb circles her clit–and God does her response have Yoongi feeling unhinged.
"Y–Yoongi–" Y/n whines out in desperation as he pulls his fingers away.
A menacing smile replaces the smirk on Yoongi's face as he brings the icy plug to her heat, slowly pushing it in until the bulbous end is all that remains. Y/n cries out from the toys' icy touch that's being enveloped by her heat.
Yoongi feels his length twitch, wanting nothing more than to be buried in her. Taking a steadying breath, one that helps to level his thoughts, he pumps the icy toy in and out of her. Y/n slurs out a version of his name while tugging at the restraints, her hips rolling in sync with the rhythm Yoongi has set.
