⁞ '✎ 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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Yoongi smirks as he watches y/n tug at the cuffs around her wrists. With her eyes covered with a silk blindfold and a mouth gag in place to muffle her cries of pleasure, he revels in the sight before him. Yoongi has been nothing but impressed with her eagerness to explore this side of their relationship. He had misjudged her from the beginning, something he hopes to never do again.
Dark excitement flashes across his eyes as he strokes his fingers over her wanton heat. A muffled groan is torn from y/n as she writhes against his touch. Yoongi had intended tonight to be quite mellow, forgoing any use of toys and bondage, but y/n had brought it up the moment they entered his bedroom.
Albeit, her demeanor erred on the side of timidity, but there was a hint of determination lingering in her words that brought a proud smile to Yoongi's face. It filled him with a sense of pride to see her take initiative in this area. It gave him some reassurance that it wasn't just him pushing her to explore all of this, but rather, she shared a genuine interest in all of it.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look when you're like this." Yoongi muses, his tone dropping to a low husk that has y/n's skin enveloped with goosebumps.
Honey-like warmth paired with hot excitement swells in Yoongi's chest as his eyes travel along the shape of her body. He enjoys the fact that no one's seen this side of y/n before, that he was the only one to see her beg for his touch. The thought alone has Yoongi's chest spilling over in earnest.
"Ynngii, pleease!" Y/n cries out, her words strained and muffled as she desperately tugs at the cuffs.
With her body stretched across the bed–her arms cuffed above her head and legs bound to the spreader bar, it allows Yoongi to drink in the sight of y/n, bare and open to do as he pleases. A garbled hiss falls from her mouth as Yoongi delivers sharp thrusts with his fingers, his pace steady and unyielding. He watches in amusement as y/n struggles to undulate her hips to the movement of his hand. They jerk upwards, trying to add more pressure, more friction to satiate her heated desire.
"You're being so impatient." Yoongi coos teasingly.
He's met with a huff from y/n. Though half her face is concealed, Yoongi could see the frustration coating the features that are exposed to him. The way her brows are pulled together, as if focusing all her attention on the pleasure burning inside of her was the only thing that mattered.
Yoongi was a man who favored prolonging one's pleasure. Little by little, he plans on dangling her off the cliffs edge of desire, unraveling her slowly until she's crying to be pushed over. He knew he was close to achieving just that. Her labored breathing coupled with the way her hips involuntarily undulated with haste was enough for Yoongi to know she's close to her limits.
A dark thought crosses Yoongi's mind as he pulls his hand away from her dripping heat. There was something else he wanted to try before giving y/n what she really wants. Y/n whines when she registers he's no longer touching her.
