BTS + EXO | Book of Imagines

Submissive Taehyung x Reader

You had to admit, seeing the usual domineering Taehyung bounded to the bed, blindfolded, and at your mercy spurred a foreign feeling inside you that you had yet to identify. 

Pride, perhaps?

 Maybe. 

 It was hard to gather your train of thought at the moment with the intoxicating, squirming sight on the bed underneath you. 

 "Jagi, please,“ There was an extra edge to his voice, making his desperation more apparent. He silently cursed at himself for displaying such weakness in front of you, especially in the predicament he was in. "Please, what, Tae?” You mused, voice low and teasing. He pulled against the handcuffs for what seemed like the thirtieth time in less than twenty minutes: You could tell he was starting to grow impatient with the slow pace you were going with. “You know what I mean, Y/N.” He replied a minute later, managing to regain his composure once more. You sighed.

 "Do I?“ You lowered your hips onto the male’s clothed member, adding a bit of pressure when you rolled your hips. The male bawled his hands into tight fists, tugging against the metal bounds once more as he fought back the moan that threatened to slip from his lips.

 He wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of giving up so easily; of seeing him break down before you. Normally such stubbornness would annoy you, but you were in no hurry to tear down his walls. After all, it was going to be all the more satisfying when his self-control dissipates into nothing once you were done with him. "How disappointing,” You said in feigned boredom, lifting up your hips, so they were hovering over Taehyung’s once more.

 "You really should try to be more honest, Taehyung. After all, honesty is important, isn’t?“ A smirk worked its way to your lips at how his body seemed to tense up and shiver at your faint, brief touches. You didn’t need to remove the blindfold that was currently obscuring his vision to know he was rolling his eyes at you, trying his best to conceal his annoyance.

 Seeing that the brown-haired male was not amused with your teasing and troublesome—at least for him, anyway—antics, you continued. "What to do, what to do?” Your eyes slowly scanned his features, then his exposed upper body, until finally reaching the black, thin fabric that did little in covering up his growing arousal. Oh, you wanted nothing more than to reduce him into a moaning wreck; To tease him as much as his done to you in the past to the point where he couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

 But patience was a virtue, and you were in no rush to get there. You were going to make him beg for it: You were going to tear down his self-control slowly until he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. 

 Ah.

 What a sight that would be.

 The mere thought caused your lower area to ache. 

“Do you give up?” He asked suddenly, smirking. You chuckled in response. “Far from it, babe.” Lowering your hips once more, Taehyung breathed out a groan, jaw clenching and unclenching when you began to roll your hips once more.

You were sure to add just the right amount of pressure, and placed your hands on his hips to keep him steady. You had to bite your lower lip to keep yourself from moaning, and had to mentally remind yourself not to lose sight of your objective and put your desire to the side.

 Taehyung groaned at the torturous pace you were going: He wanted to thrust his hips up against yours to increase the delicious friction, but because you were holding him down in place, he couldn’t. “Shit, Jagi, please,” Came the plea. 

 You smirked.

 "Please, what, Tae?“ You asked, amusement clear in your tone. 

 No answer.