⁞ '✎ 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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"Will it hurt?" You ask softly, staring down at the bed.
Yoongi spares you a smirk. "It will sting a bit, but I'm certain you can handle it." He muses.
Your bravado runs high as determination flashes in your stare. You had heard about the nipple clamps bringing pleasure to the one who wears it, but staring down at them in person fills you with nerves.
"It's okay to refuse them." Yoongi in a gentle tone, his voice holding no hints of judgment or disapproval.
It eases your worries by a fraction. It's not that you didn't want to do it. In fact, desire pools in your stomach at the thought of it on your body, but you can't help but worry that you might be getting ahead of yourself.
It had been a week since yours and Yoongi's last scene. The intensity of it had you sore for days afterward, but the depraved side of you couldn't deny the sick sense of pride that swelled in your chest whenever you'd feel your muscles ache. You've grown to like the faint markings that colored your skin the day after, something that should raise some concern on your end, but oddly enough you can't help but want more.
"I want to do it." You murmur out timidly.
Yoongi arches a brow at you. "I will not be disappointed if this is something you don't want to do." He says again, searching for any hints of doubt in your eyes.
Your stare hardens with resoluteness as you say, "I'm sure I want to do this."
A smirk tugs at Yoongi's lips as a blush colors your cheeks. "Well, I'd hate to keep you waiting any longer." He muses before instructing you to stand in front of the large mirror opposite of Yoongi's bed.
It's become almost habitual whenever the two of you are about to do a scene. The prep work before entering the bedroom often involves a warm shower. From there, Yoongi always shows you what he has in mind for the evening, usually amongst things you have checked off on the list he had given you at the beginning of this arrangement. It almost felt formal, clinically so that sometimes you felt silly while partaking in the routine. Nevertheless, you found his thorough candidness to be inviting.
Standing in front of the mirror with your body bare and vulnerable has your cheeks darkening with a shy blush. It doesn't matter how many times you've done this, you can't help the slight bite of timidity sink into your skin. It's sobering enough to keep your mind clear.
Yoongi returns to stand behind you, black nylon rope in hand and the newly purchased nipple clamps that shine beneath the dim lighting. You suck in a deep breath, trying your best to steady your racing heart that threatens to burst out of your chest.
"Instead of using the cuffs tonight, I figure we'll see how well you do tied up in this." Yoongi murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
His low voice sends a shiver of desire down your spine as you nod in acknowledgement.
"What's your color?" He asks, holding your gaze in the reflection of the mirror.
