You walked out of Seokjin's bathroom and jumped onto his bed. You see him fidgeting with your phone so you snatched it away.
"What are you doing?"
"Who knew my girlfriend takes nude photos without her boyfriend getting a peek? I gotta say they're all driving me mad."
He took your right hand and kissed the palm of it. He moved up your body, placing your hand on his crotch.
"Can you feel how mad its making me?" He whispered, nipping at your neck.
"Nope." You giggled. "I don't feel much."
"Bitch." Seokjin growled, grabbing your hand and pinning it above your head.
"Keep it there." He ordered.
This was new to you; you'd never been bossed around in bed before and you admit, you quite liked it. Seokjin scurried off the bed and rushed over to his wardrobe, pulling a couple of ties from it.
"You're going to pay for that." You smirked as he walked back over to you.
He straddled your waist as he tied your hand above your head. With your free hand, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his trackies, pulling them away from his skin. He moved your free hand away from him.
"No playing."
You whimpered, wanting so desperately to play. He lifted your free hand to the headboard and tied it up with the other tie. He started to unbutton your shirt, getting to the bottom and pushing it away from your body.
"Do you know-" he mumbled into the skin of your chest as he moved down your body. "-how many times I have thought about this moment?"
You tried to keep your thoughts clear. If you are thinking about what was coming for long, you knew you would be soaked through your shorts in no time. His fingers hooked into the shorts and your underwear. He pulled them down your legs and dropped them off the side of the bed.
"Wow, you're beautiful." His fingers traced your hipbones before running along your center.
He slid his finger into you as he kissed your stomach, receiving a moan from you. You felt Seokjin smirk against your stomach, moving up and tugging your nipple between his teeth. He slid another finger in and you knew you couldnt take it anymore.
"Jin, hurry up and get in me." you moaned.
His fingers slowed and you found it agonising.
"Jin.." you whined loudly.
He took his fingers out of you and rolled onto his back, ripping his trackies off. You looked down at him as he reached to pull a condom out of his nightstand.
"Why wont you let me play?" you asked, not being able to take your eyes away from him.
Seokjin followed your line of sight and smirked, turning slightly towards you. You gulped.
"It's more fun to watch you like this." He grinned.
He quickly rolled the condom on and supported himself on his forearms, above you.
"I can tell exactly what you are." Seokjin chuckled, gently rubbing the tip of his dick against your clit. "You're a grabber. You like to grab onto my hair and my butt as we have sex."
"Yes and having my hands tied up is going to drive me insane."
"Good." and in one thrust, he was completely filling you. It took you as a bit of a shock and you cried out. There were no more words between you, just a lot of moaning and cursing. He groaned and grunted as his thrusts became faster before he slowed down to a teasing pace. He took himself out of you and twisted you over so your arms were crossed in front of you. He pushed your legs apart, as far apart as he could push them, before thrusting back into you. You called his name a couple of times until he grabbed your hair and pulled you up slightly, a tingling pain running through your arms as they were stretched.
"What?" he growled.
"I.. I.. I'm.. mm.. mm.. go.. going to c.. cum." You whimpered.
Seokjin kept a hold of my hair and slammed himself into you repeatedly. The pain and the pleasure were all a bit too much for you and you were screaming out his name as you came, receiving a few more grunts from him before he slowed; you were throbbing around him as he came. He pulled out of you and let go of your hair as we both collapsed on the bed.
"Next time you take nude photos, never forget to send them to me immediately." He whispered to your ears and you can't help but laugh.
