Him After All (m) | Pjm

him after all (m) | pjm

➵ summary; a guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.

(based on this prompt)

pairing; jimin x f. reader

final word count; 17,176 (sorry y’all)

rating; 18+

content; strangers to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut, infidelity, multiple appearances from jjk, oc’s boyfriend being nasty and stupid af

warnings; swearing, making out, smut; dom!jimin, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, light choking, orgasm denial, oc begging for jimin’s dick bc it’s just so good

a/n; i am SO sorry for this long ass wait after promising to post the other day, but here it is, y’all!! i hope you like it, i’m actually pretty proud of it myself so yeah, please let me know what you think, thanks!! ps. please ignore any typos if you see some lol

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summary: you should have known better than than to enter into a special contract with Kim Taehyung because underneath his charismatic aura lies something far more sinister.

pairing: yan!lawyer!taehyung x law student!fem reader

disclaimer: this story is fiction. it will feature yandere themes. manipulation, power imbalance, sexual assault, corruption, politics, gaslighting, violence, smut. 

            Dressed in a black turtleneck topped with a brown coat, a pair of black jeans and pointed leather shoes―Kim Taehyung looked nothing short of regal as he made his way towards the bar, everyone’s gaze following him. His hands were buried deep into the pockets of his coat, his dark wavy hair covering most of his eyes; adding the effect of mystery that he had around him. There was no denying the unbelievable attractiveness of Kim Taehyung and anyone saying otherwise would obviously be lying to themselves. If perfection was humanized, it would be him. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was brilliant too. He was an alumnus at your law school, two years above you and was a very loved and bragged about student by the professors. He graduated top of his class and immediately upon passing the bar examinations (which he also topped), he was offered a job at the most renowned law firm in the country and Asia―Park & Jung―but he turned it down and instead worked for the Public Attorney’s Office as a defense lawyer for indigent parties which caused quite a stir in the legal world because it was an unspoken rule that if Park & Jung offered you a position at their law firm; you take it, no questions asked. Every lawyer wanted to be part of the historic firm. Apparently, except for Kim Taehyung.

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“Flowers grow back even after the harshest winters. You will too.”

— Unknown

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An Angel’s Demise (1/3)

Part 2

⤞ Paring: Angel!Jimin x Human!reader

⤞ Summary: The angel who visits every night won’t be able to resist the temptation of seeing his soulmate. In which he will sneak a kiss or something more…

⤞ Genre: angst, fluff, romance, humor, soulmate, reincarnation (future smut)

⤞Warning: slightly possessive, KISSING

⤞ Word count: 834

Posted: March 16, 2020

Thanks to @multikook for giving me the push to write again. Finally letting this lil guy out of my drafts :))

You were going to confront him once and for all. This time you came prepared. As you leaned against the headboard of your bed with a book in your hand to keep you from drifting asleep, your mind wanders back to the unknown man you had seen. You were only able to catch a glimpse of the beautiful creature who bestowed himself at the tick of midnight. This time you will make your presence known to him.

11:59 PM

You shuffled toward the night stand to turn of the dim light shining from your lamp and quickly snuggled into the covers. Your eyelids flutter shut as you await for him to come give you your daily night kiss.

Moments later, a flash of light illuminated the dark apartment and a soft reshuffling of wings echoed in your room. Your heart started pounding. A creek of the bed was soon heard as he leaned into the pillow adorning the prettiest face he could ever imagined. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and was taken back when you flinched. You couldn’t see his expression as your eyes were still closed tight, but a smile was plastered on his face at your cute reaction.

Your soothing breathing made his heart clench and he gave into his desire, but only this time he kissed you on the lips.

You were confused with his loving gestures. Hesitantly you opened your eyes, only to discover an angel to be by your side.

An Angel? IT WAS A GOD DAMM ANGEL ALL THIS TIME?

The angel was shocked at your sudden awakening and slowly backed away. “Of course you couldn’t see him” he thought. So he only watched you from a distance before he realized your pupils were staring directly at him.

His face flushed bright pink and his hand caressed his neck. Your puffy face and ruffled hair was so adorable he didn’t know what to do. Should he leave now or should he watch you a while longer?

“Hey? You know I can see you right? Stop looking at me like I’m a goddess cause compared to you I’m legit a potato sack!” You nagged at the glowing angel as you sat up from the bed. Instead of being surprised he flew closer to you and hugged you tightly.

“Y/n!!! You can see me?! Do you know how much I missed you! I have been so lonely. You are so pretty what could you possibly be rambling about!” He giggled as he pushed you into his chest.

“Mr. Angel…uh this is a bit awkward, but I don’t know you??” You questioned looking up from his tight hug. Your puppy eyes made him kiss you gently on your forehead once more.

“It’s okay…we can start all over again. I’m Jimin and you are my soulmate. Whatever form you take I will always find you,” a weak, but joyous grin came from the so called Jimin.

For some reason he felt so familiar that seeing the slightest sadness adorned his face made you want to confront the angel. The words you never thought you would say to a random person you just met came out in a small whisper,”I love you,” but you knew he heard you as he squeezed you once more. Actually too many times to count.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You finally voiced out the thought you were planning ever so long to say. “You always kiss me at midnight, but only when you think I’m asleep” You placed a hand on his chest. You don’t look at him when you say this, your eyes dart to his hands that were currently around your waist.

Jimin mistook the way your eyes wandered around as distaste for his night ventures to come give you a kiss.

“Do you want me to stop?” His grip loosened on you. His heartbeat is pulsing and you felt the urge to kiss him now. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment.

Instead of answering you pulled the collar of his shirt closer and placed your lips onto his plush lips. Your tongue entangled with his. The foreign feeling made you feel things you never expected.

He lets go of you with shallow breaths and with a gravelly tone he murmured into your ear, “Are you sure you want this?”

“I will take any consequences,” You smiled into the kiss. He finally gives in, connecting your lips into a heated session as he pushes you down into the bed.

Both of you were breathless and disheveled into the mattress, this led him to cling on to you again. He didn’t want to be separated from his soulmate anymore. His wings taking up so much space compels him to shift into his human form to cuddle you easier.

“Jimin?”

Jimin and you turned your heads to the door to see another angel looking confused as you were.

“Aren’t I the guardian angel? What are you doing here?” The black haired angel called out and a small groan was uttered from the man besides you.

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switching positions | ksj

summary: Your job at the House of Lust is simple, really; you please the men and women that walk into the room, and they leave happy and content after you take care of them. But somewhere along the way, you have lost the joy; and you're left to go with the motions. And when the complaints started to pour in, your boss saddles you with an annoying co-worker to "change your perspective" in hopes you get that spark back.

part of the house of lust collab hosted by @btssmutgalore

title: switching positions

author: lavienjin

p: seokjin x reader (ft. jungkook x reader; for a tiny bit)

wc: 12k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | sex work, friends to ? au | smut, tiny angst

warnings: switch!reader, switch!seokjin, sub!jungkook, sex toys, hair pulling, unprotected sex, safeword usage but everything is okay, slight manhandling, panty stuffing, hickeys, biting, fingering, grinding, seokjin's lap :), oral (m & f receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, lots of praise, all kinds of titties are worshipped here, grinding, multiple sex positions, cum eating

a/n: thank you to @orangie-drabbles for reading through the first lil bit and helping me through my impostor syndrome 😭

m.list | ao3

The office you're currently in does not feel like it belongs to the notorious owner of the House of Lust. Unlike the gaudy exterior of the brothel that's created to entice lost souls to wander in, Min Sohee's work area is sleek and clean; with white marble floors underneath black, modern furniture.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Her words are clipped and punctuated with the rustles of papers as she scans through a series of complaints. All of them are directed at you. Instead of answering, you hang your head in shame whilst offering her a quiet nod.

Madame Sohee sighs as she throws the stack of papers on the desk. The individual sheets flutter about, some falling onto the ground. She stands to lean over at your cowering figure, steel eyes scrutinising every flinch you make.

"What's gotten into you?" she tuts, not really expecting an answer. "You're our top-selling girl!" The Madame taps her finger from one end of the desk to the other to make her point. "Are you no longer interested in working with us? Do we not treat you well?"

You can hear the palpable grief in her voice, and your eyes widen as you snap to attention.

"No, of course not!" you exclaim, following a series of shakes from your head. But you can't maintain eye contact with her searching eyes, so you look away as you mumble, "I just feel like I'm going through the motions, that's all."

An uncomfortable silence greets you. After a few seconds, you cover it up with an explanation. "Madame Min, you know that I'm very grateful for what the House has done for me. I love the people here, and I love my clients, and I can promise you that I can do better." You didn't mean to sound desperate, but without this job, you'll be losing your main source of income and a roof over your head.

The Madame's pink-coated lips turn into a deeper frown. "I'd like to believe you, but just in case, I've asked for someone to help you through this funk. Maybe a change of… perspective will give the energy you need to do your job."

She's assigning a supervisor to you? In all your years working at the House since it opened up, you have never had another expert coach you in your area of expertise. Though you're apprehensive, you have a feeling that this is the only way to get her off your back. And who knows? Maybe she's right, it might be the change you need to find your spark again.

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"Oooh, someone's in trouble."

An annoying figure comes into view as you exit the office. He is leaning idly against the wall with an irritating smirk on his face.

You move past him without a word, eyes focused on the tile in front of you while you mentally get ready for your 1 o'clock appointment. There's no way you're letting him ruin your already shitty day further. Ignorance is key for this sort of thing.

Yet, long legs match your quickened pace with ease, and in three strides, Kim motherfucking Seokjin falls into step with you, leaning forward so you can see his shit-eating grin from your periphery.

"Ugh, what do you want?" you grunt with a roll of your eyes.

"I heard what happened in Madame Min's office. Could it be that our most beloved dominatrix is actually falling from grace?" Seokjin mocks, followed by a bout of squeaky laughter. "I can't wait for this to be the year where I make the most earnings."

"In your fucking dreams," you hiss. "This is nothing more than a blip. I'll get back on my feet in no time."

Seokjin's broad shoulders rise and fall in a half-hearted shrug. "Now, we'll definitely see for ourselves, won't we?" At your silence, his wolfish grin grows bigger, taking up the majority of his, you admit begrudgingly, handsome face. "Hey, how about a little friendly bet between coworkers, hm? At the end of the month, when it turns out I have crushed your earnings, will you swap rooms with me?"

This makes you stop, and you can almost feel the wave of annoying energy that vibrates off of Seokjin. Your room is your sanctuary, and the biggest one available; a gift the Madame gave you as one of the first few people to join the House. For you to give it up, should you lose, would mean that you're biting the hand that feeds you, and you doubt she'd be happy to hear that you lost against Seokjin of all people.

It takes all your willpower to force your legs to move, right foot then left, but Seokjin blocks your view. "Hello? Do we have a deal?"

That does it.

You curl your fist into his t-shirt to slam him into the nearest wall. "Listen here, asshole," you growl. "How about you bother someone else for a while? I don't have the energy to deal with an attention whore right now."

Much to your irritation, Seokjin's lazy grin persists to stay on his face. His hand gently plucks your fist away from his shirt, and as he's smoothing out the wrinkles on the fabric, he says, "Ah, you're finally looking at me in the eye. I knew that if I'd get you angry enough you'd finally face me. I don't care about the room, you're more than welcome to keep it. But I do know you're in trouble."

You cross your arms in front of your chest, still suspicious. "So? How is that any of your problem?"

"So," he mocks your tone with a raised brow. "A pretty client of yours actually deferred to me and told me everything you've been doing wrong in the bedroom. And as much as I enjoy our petty little squabbles, I would really hate to see you leave the House, so I figured that since I'm such a nice guy," he chuckles when he sees you gagging, "I figured I could help."

That's rich. Sure, you and Seokjin would often compare numbers at the end of the month, but all the petty little jabs you aim at each other doesn't necessarily equate to friendship.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm good. You don't even know what I'm going through."

But as you're walking away, Seokjin stops you, his hand circling your wrist. "Well, unfortunately for you, it's by the Madame's request. Did she not tell you?"

A deafening ringing noise resounds in your ears as you stand there, mouth hanging open. "What?"

Seokjin shrugs. "Yeah, she called me in before she met with you. We're starting tomorrow."

"You're kidding? You? I started this job before you."

"So? That means jackshit if all you've been getting lately are complaints from our clients," he scoffs, leaning on the wall with an elbow. Jutting his chin towards you, he says, "You need re-education, my dear."

When the Madame mentioned that you were getting some additional help, Seokjin's not your first choice. Not only did he start out later than you did, but this is the guy that only has 6 or so clients on rotation. What does he know? There's absolutely no fucking way you're going to be getting lectures from him.

You manage to collect yourself enough to spit, "Yeah, maybe, but it's certainly not from you. Tell the Madame whatever you want, I'm not going to come crawling to you for help," and wiithout looking back, you shove past him and stomp away.

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You've dimmed the lights in your chambers so as to not see the hopeful doe eyes that stare up at you from the floor. Your mind is filled with what Seokjin said – about needing a helping hand, and your anger flares again. Sure, these past few weeks have not been your best, but you always bounce back.

The thought that the Madame doesn't trust you enough to think so stings the worst. Not just because you have to report to Seokjin's chambers tomorrow to begin your training.

"Does it feel good, mistress?" he whines between gasps, disintegrating your daydream.

A half-hearted "Hmm…" is all you utter before pushing his head back between your legs. The wooden chair you're sitting on is starting to dig into your back. This sub of yours has been kneeling on the cold floor for an hour, lapping away at the juncture between your thighs. It's impressive – that he hasn't lost that spark yet. Most of your other clients would have been bored by now.

Moreover, he's undeterred, despite your lukewarm response; using his mouth to please you without the use of his hands. You can see from the corner of your eye how he's rutting into the carpet, but you just can't seem to care that he's disobeyed your orders to sit still.

The clock on the opposite wall suggests that there isn't much time until his session is over, and though you're apathetic, you can't leave a customer unsatisfied, especially since this one hasn't booked a next session with you yet, so you raise him up from his rightful place with a yank of his hair.

He whines pathetically, still drunk on your taste, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick the last droplets of nectar from his chin.

Your lips pull into a lazy smirk, your hand still fisted in his hair. "Jungkook," you whisper softly.

"Yes, mistress?" comes his automatic response, but it's far too dazed and quiet for you to be convinced that he's fully present.

"Eyes on me, pet."

The young man blinks a few times before his eyes finally slide over to yours. He matches your smile with a half-grin of his own, the dimples on his cheeks making him seem innocent; as though he isn't trading his hard-earned cash for a few hours of your time.

"Good boy. You've worked so hard today."

Lies. Aside from the last five minutes, you can't even recall how his performance has been. Yet, you continue with the sweet nothings anyway.

"Would you like your reward?" You make sure to change your voice so it drips of honey, and you witness your result in the way his spine locks upright. Jungkook releases a quiet gasp as his eyes droop shut, returning to that heady haze of lust and sweet promises.

"I… Yes. I want my reward, please." His words come out in pants of air.

His flushed cheeks brings you back to reality, and you feel the familiar ache returning to your legs. But this is about your client's needs, so your grin grows wider as you ask, "And how would you like that reward?" You drag your long nails down his sculpted chest, purposefully catching a pebbled nipple between your fingers.

Your lovely pet attempts to keep still, but when you scratch lightly against his shaft, Jungkook can't suppress the shudder that wrecks his body. He fits his plump bottom lip between his teeth, hissing at the dull pain that you're inflicting upon him.

"Answer me, pet, or this is how you're going to cum."

You've got to give it to this client – he's really helping you out of your funk. It's been a while since you've felt this thick tension, and you find it easy for you to slip back into your old self; your lazy smile morphing into a sadistic grin. When Jungkook still doesn't answer, you release him with a push, and he crumples onto the floor in a messy wail.

"M-Mistress!" he sobs, the pain of rejection clearly etched in his eyes.

Oh, you're having fun. Fuck Seokjin, he doesn't know you.

You turn your back towards him, so Jungkook can't see the grin you're wearing. You hum as your fingers trail along the dozens of whips and paddles that hang on your wall. "I asked you a question, sweet thing, and I can see that you're not interested in playing anymore." Your hand closed around your favourite paddle; the long rectangular one with a heart-shaped cutout on the end. Behind you, Jungkook pleads his apologies. You feign ignorance, and his cries grow louder when you pluck the instrument from its hook.

"Mistress, please, mercy!"

You tut over his cries, shaking your head side to side to mock him. "I can see that I've been too lenient." You brandish the paddle and slap the wood against your palms, testing its weight. "Get on the bed, angel."

The fear in Jungkook's eyes fuels you. You strut towards the kneeling man and graze the paddle along his jaw. He shivers under your gaze, tears pooling beautifully in his eyes as he surveys the heavy toy.

"Come on. You don't want to leave me waiting, do yo–"

"Peaches!" Jungkook interjects with a cry. As the tears fall down his delicate cheeks, your heart sinks into your stomach. You drop to your knees and discard the paddle under the bed, before pulling the whimpering man into your arms.

"Hey, hey, look at me, Jungkook. Scene is over," you whisper gently. You wipe his damp hair away from his face while you pepper kisses all over; his neck, his cheeks, and finally his lips.

Jungkook drinks in the kiss, and the guilt has you keeping your eyes open until you notice that his breathing isn't as erratic any more.

"What do you need from me, bun?"

"How many more minutes do we have…?" Jungkook asks, worry nestling in his frown.

You smile at him as you caress his back. "Don't worry about that. I need to make sure that you're feeling safe and okay when you leave this room." When he tries to get up in protest, you put a hand on his chest and force him to lie back down, this time with his head falling onto your lap. "No, Jungkook. You're in my hands now, and as your mistress, I command you to stay. Take it easy, and when you're ready, let's talk about what happened, okay?"

Jungkook looks up at you with such trust that the guilt resurfaces once more, and when he nuzzles into your stomach, all you taste is the bile that has risen into your mouth.

Maybe Seokjin had been right. Maybe you do need a helping hand.

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You're disgusted with yourself.

You stare and stare at the simple wooden panelling separating you from this side of the door and a decision that could possibly change your life forever. You're in a band shirt and shorts, not even bothered with impressing him.

The question is… should you really be doing this? Seokjin did say that he has a way to help you, so why not take the figurative offer of an outstretched hand? Worse comes to worse, it's a lecture and you can just slam the door behind you when you walk out.

Either way, though, the fact that you're seeing him for help is a tough pill to swallow. You're frustrated and embarrassed, having yet had another bad day with a client, and at this point, he may really be your last resort.

Which is saying something.

"It's just a one time thing. Yep. A one time thing," you mutter to yourself as your hand wraps around the handle of the door.

You count your breaths before pushing the door open to reveal Seokjin's room. Except for the large, fluffy cream rug underneath the four poster bed, every piece of furniture is the same shade of blinding white, especially with the sheer white curtains allowing the light in, so it wasn't hard for you to find the speck of black hair belonging to the man who's currently staring with a shit-eating grin.

"Wow, what a welcome surprise." Seokjin closes the book he was reading and saunters over towards you. God, even the way he walks is irritating. "So soon too? I didn't expect you until tomorrow, if I may be honest."

You temper the boiling rage. "Let's just get this fucking started, shall we?" You whip around from his gaze to plop yourself on the bed, tapping your foot impatiently on the plush carpet below.

"Get down from there."

You freeze from playing with the edges of the blanket you're currently sitting on. Was it you who imagined the coldness in his voice?

When you remain seated, your body locked in place, Seokjin clicks his tongue. "Don't make me repeat myself."

The instinctual fear that resides in your bones causes you to spring up from the bed, away from the plush comfort as though it's made of heated metal.

"On your knees."

As the words leave his mouth, you drop to the floor, feet tucked neatly underneath you. Seokjin must have bewitched you with magic as soon as you entered the room. Or else, how do you explain the stark obedience that suddenly appears out of nowhere?

"Oh… you're trained, after all?" he smirks.

Relief washes over you when he no longer adorns the cold mask… and then you catch yourself sighing in content as Seokjin stifles a chuckle. What is happening? You're supposed to be the best dom in the House of Lust, but it seems he has you beat.

Seokjin seems to be thinking the same thing as he pads over to where you kneel on the cream carpet. He holds your face in his palm, his thumb swiping against your cheek. The urge to bite his fingers off just to get that damn fucking smirk off his face has you nibbling on your bottom lip.

This is truly humiliating.

"Here's my theory." He squats in front of you and pushes your face from side to side before finally pinning it so you're forced to look away from him. Seokjin trails a long slender nail down your neck, and once again you're conflicted; part of you wants to spit at him and tell him to shove that finger somewhere deep inside, but the other… the one that has been neglected from the frustration and stress that's been building over the past few weeks…

You curl your fingers into your palm to avoid shuddering or making unnecessary noise that would give your position away. You can't hand that sweet victory to him that easily.

Lucky for you, Seokjin doesn't seem to notice. "You started this job as a dom, but you've never learned what it means to be a sub, huh?"

"No," you admit, but when you remembered who's floor it was you're kneeling on, you snap, "Why does that matter anyway? I'm a fucking great dom, and my numbers show too."

"They say that the best doms are those that know what it's like to have control taken away from them."

He threads his fingers through your hair, and his face leans closer until you can smell the mint in his breath.

"Sure, I'll admit, you have a lot of clients, and yeah your numbers are good. But let's be real, how many of them repeat their visits?"

Your heart hits against your ribcage in a loud thud. He's right. You have met up with the rich and famous, but they've all been one time flings. You assume that it's because of their hectic life and a desire to seek out something more meaningful, but could what Seokjin insinuates be the reason why they don't keep coming back?

You hide your bruised ego behind a scoff. "Ha, you're all talk, I bet your clients are also a "one and done" type of deal too."

Seokjin is amused when he raises his left brow. "Do you remember Nia?"

The name sounds familiar, but you can't pinpoint on where you would've heard it.

"She's my first client in the House of Lust."

Ah, that's right. The pretty girl that shyly pointed to Seokjin instead of the other dazzling array of performers. "I remember now. It was when you first joined… what– five years ago now? What does she have to do with anything?"

If his playful smirk irritated you before, this one drips of confidence and ego, and it has you digging your fingers into your leg to stop yourself from lunging at him and throwing a punch.

"She still comes back every Tuesday at 10pm. Never been late to a single appointment."

You can taste the air when your mouth hangs open. Five years? 260 something meetings and she's never been late to an appointment? Is Seokjin threatening her or something?

When you voice your question to him, he smirks before leaning closer, and stupidly, you close your eyes as you wait for the crash of his lips against yours, but at the last moment, his head veers to the right to instead whisper in your ear, "I'm just that good. Maybe even better. And that's why I guarantee that I can help you through this predicament of yours."

When he parts, you shiver, restless from the lack of touch. And though Seokjin hasn't really done anything besides some light touching, there's a growing wetness in your panties.

"So, what's the first thing we're doing then? Don't tell me you're just going to make me sit here on the carpet." It's a poor attempt at disguising just how rattled you are, but you hope Seokjin doesn't see the building desire.

Seokjin stands and cups your face with his large palm. "Maybe I should, but before anything happens, do you have a safe word you'd like to use?"

You shrug. It's standard BDSM procedure, and you're not surprised he's asking about it, but he's not being delicate at all.

Maybe that's his charm, your brain offers. Yeah. Maybe.

You look around the room to find something suitable to use when your eyes land on a can of tea leaves. "Jasmine," you reply.

Instead of moving on to the next thing, Seokjin frowns, and then sighs, and you feel like you've been caught cheating on a test by a teacher. Then an even bigger problem emerges, why was his disappointment affecting you so greatly? The instant his eyes no longer contain the playful mirth, you were about to rise from your knees and promise that you'll try your best to temper the snark. It only takes a good chunk of your willpower to stay planted on the ground.

"I mean, if 'jasmine' is your word, that's fine, but I typically prefer if my subs choose a word that they'll be able to recall easily. It's not like you use the word 'jasmine' often in real life, plus it's too long. Try to find something with just one syllable."

Seokjin sighs again, running his fingers through his black locks. "If this is what you've been doing to your subs, I suggest you stop."

"Well, my subs have been able to use two-syllable words during our playtime with no problem," you counter. "I don't see what the problem is."

"It's about best practises, my dear dominatrix. If you haven't encountered a problem yet, that's great, but we're not waiting for a problem to happen, we're trying to prevent it." Seokjin walks nonchalantly to his desk as he talks, never once looking back. When he's settled in his chair, he looks over at you and smiles, "So, your job right now is to find a one-syllable word that has a connection to your daily life. That way you can instinctively yell it when you want me to stop."

And with those words, he resumes to his book, ignoring your squirming figure on the floor.

In the silence that's only broken by the occasional tick of the minute-hand of the clock, you strangely find that it's hard for you to concentrate. At first, you count the minutes as they tick by, wondering if Seokjin would ever get impatient and ask you to speed things up, but the insolent man continues to read without a care in the world, and after a while, you actually started thinking about the assignment you've been presented with.

A one-syllable word that has bearings on your real life…

You shift in your kneeling position, alleviating some of the pins and needles you're starting to feel.

"Sock."

Seokjin looks up from his book with that half smile. "What was that?"

A twinge of irritation throbs in your head. You know very well that he could hear you, but he's just pretending not to. You avoid gritting your teeth when you speak up, "That's my safeword. It's 'sock'."

After closing his book, Seokjin returns to the floor in front of you, and this time, he's sitting criss-crossed, with his arm outstretched, palm facing towards the ceiling. "Hand," he commands gently.

You tilt your head to the side as you obey, placing your right hand into his palm. Seokjin's warm hand closes around it, and soon that same warmth travels to your body. When he pulls you up from the rug, you topple over, having not yet realised that you've been sitting for some time.

"T-Thanks," you mumble into his chest, cheeks heating with how close you are to him.

His chest rumbles as he speaks. "Don't mention it. I always take care of my subs."

A sub.

That's who you are to him right now. Not a co-worker that he's been competing with when it comes to sales numbers and is currently seeking his help. No, just a sub without any control of the situation.

You quickly mumble an apology as you peel yourself away from his chest, but Seokjin pulls you onto the bed, sitting you down on the edge as he kneels. He begins massaging your calf, his strong fingers relaxing the sore muscles underneath.

"At any point in time where you don't feel comfortable with what I'm saying or doing, don't hesitate to use it. In the event that your mouth is full," Seokjin reaches up to thumb your bottom lip with a smirk, "just make a peace sign with either hand and I know to stop. Got it?"

"Got it."

"You know I didn't think that you'd listen so well," Seokjin hums. "I'm impressed. This one has learned her manners after all."

The compliment is one you've uttered to your own clients, but hearing Seokjin using it towards you has you squirming again as you feel the weight of his gaze.

"How are your legs?"

Distracted, you offer him a, "Hmm?"

"Maybe I was too quick to compliment you," he snickers as he stands. Seokjin raises his hand, and you brace yourself for a hit, but it never comes. Instead, his large hand pats your head lightly, and it's only when you look up that Seokjin moves it so it fits under your chin instead.

"Why do you flinch like that? I'm not going to hit you. In fact, you shouldn't be hitting anyone when they're distracted – there could be myriads of reasons why your sub isn't paying attention."

Leaning forward, Seokjin holds your gaze and the two of you move lower, lower, lower, until you feel your back rest against the fluffy mattress. With a hand by your head, and the other lifting your chin, you can't really look away.

"This is the last time I will repeat any questions for you," he whispers the warning. "How are your legs?"

"Fine," you whisper back.

"Are you all right to continue?"

"Yes."

"And the safeword is?"

"Sock."

Seokjin nods, seeming pleased at your clear responses. He moves towards his desk and opens a drawer. You can hear the rustling of paper, and then in a few seconds, his hand returns to your side, palm outstretched, ready to raise you back up. In Seokjin's hand is a clipboard, and when he hands it to you, the words "Kink List" are written in bold and all caps at the very top.

"What's this?"

"You… don't recognise this?" Seokjin gapes at you. "Well, it's no wonder you need my help."

Once again, you had to dig your nails into a fist to avoid punching him.

"Like the title says, this is a list of the kinks that I feel comfortable performing. Some of them are basic – classic bondage, degradation, mirrors–"

"Mirrors?"

His gaze turns cloudy again. "Stop interrupting me when I'm talking."

This time, when you clamp your lips shut, it's to swallow down the retort that has been clouded over with intimidation.

"Anyway, tell me what's not okay by crossing things off the list. If you're unsure, put a question mark next to it so we can explore. Take all the time you need."

Seokjin walks towards his desk again – probably to read that stupid book, but you call out to him just as he's about to sit. "Do you do this with all your clients?"

To your surprise, he doesn't come out with a snarky response, but there is a glint of disappointment in his gaze as he studies you. "Yes… It's a basic procedure to keep your subs feeling safe and satisfied. Your goal is communication, and you can't do that without first knowing what they want."

"Won't it cut into their umm… 'play time' with you?"

"It does," he nods in agreement. "So, I usually sit them with this list during our trial session. It incentivises them to return, and allows me to answer some questions if they're nervous. But more importantly, I will now have a list in my hands of what they want so I can maximise the… as you put it, 'play time'."

You give him a non-committal hum as your gaze returns to the sheet, marking it up as you read it through, but your thoughts are currently on the blonde haired dom sitting on the chair. You can't help but feel a bit jealous that he's clearly been taught first-hand by an actual BDSM expert compared to your frantic googling late at night when you first got this gig.

And maybe, just maybe, there's the tiniest twinge of jealousy of all the subs that have been lucky enough to be treated this well under his watchful gaze.

———

"Huh. Would you look at that?"

Seokjin is currently looking through all the notes you made in the kink list sheet as though he's trying to commit them to memory, and after spending the last half an hour or so in his presence, however, you wouldn't be surprised if that were really the case.

"Is something wrong?" Since when are you one to feel shy? And of all people, why are you feeling shy towards Seokjin? Yet your heart is thumping heavily against your ribcage while you study his never-changing bemused expression.

He opens another drawer and slips the paper inside. Turning to you, he smiles, "You checked off a lot in that list. Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?"

This time, you can't resist but roll your eyes. "Oh, please! I can take on anything you give me."

"Anything?"

You meet the challenge in his eyes with a smirk. "Anything."

"Okay then." Seokjin doesn't move towards you though, instead, he pats his lap. "Let's start the scene. Come here, pet."

Well, if this is the only way for you to be a better dom…

You stand from the bed and take a step foot towards him, only for Seokjin to raise a brow, and you take it as a signal for you to stop. The silence stretches as you regard each other.

"What?"

Seokjin's eyes fall to the floor before he brings them back up to you. "Is that how a pet would walk up to their master?"

Your eyes squint at him in irritation. He can't be serious.

"You did check off 'pet play', but I guess it's too much for you," Seokjin sighs as he inspects his list again. "Next time, don't list things you can't handle. You may like it as a dom but–"

"No. I can do it." The words come through gritted teeth.

With steely eyes that stare straight into Seokjin, you sink to your knees. Your scowl deepens when you place a hand on the carpet, and the other in front of it. It's beyond you how anyone, let alone a sub, can handle such humiliation, and under Seokjin's amused gaze, there's an unsettling pulse of an emotion stirring in your belly.

You could have stopped– should have stopped, but inch by excruciating inch, you crawl towards him; that dangerous pride of yours is unable to let yourself look weak in front of Seokjin when he's issued you a challenge. Though the distance between the bed and the desk isn't far at all, it still feels like aeons have passed by the time you reach the leg of the chair.

Oxygen leaves your body when you stare up at him from the floor, sitting on the balls of your feet. There's a strange twinkle in his obsidian eyes and a menacing aura seems to surround him. Has Seokjin always looked so intimidating? This guy? The same person that folded up two pizzas together and fit them in his mouth during the staff dinner?

You let out a gasp when Seokjin slides a cool hand towards you, thinking that he was going to touch you, but his slender fingers stop in front of your face.

"Good. You listened well. Do you need help getting up?"

With a deepening scowl, you bat the outstretched hand away, embarrassed that a small part of you was actually disappointed by the lack of touch.

"Feisty," Seokjin tuts with a shake of his head, though that smile is ever present on his face. He leans forward, so close that you can see the delicate moles on his skin. "I'm gonna have fun breaking your walls down."

Heat sears your cheeks, but instead of looking away, you murmur, "I'd like to see you try."

You're surprised to find Seokjin laugh – a genuine 'head thrown back slightly and shoulders shaking' laugh. If your positions were switched, you would have whipped him for making such a statement, and it gave you a sense of superiority. You were right. Seokjin doesn't know what he's doing.

The triumphant smile appears easily on your face, though you do your best to hide it. You can go with this. Just go with the flow, and when he's had his fun, you can claim to the Madame that you've had your seminar and be on your merry way.

This, of course, doesn't happen.

No sooner did the thought cross your mind, Seokjin picks you up from the floor and sets you onto his lap. You didn't even have time to shriek because once you realise what was happening, you're already facing him and his smug grin.

"Ah, much better. My neck was getting sore since I had to look down on you."

"Hmm yeah. I like you better when you're looking up at me. Right where you belong," you retort.

"Angel, angel. You don't seem to know the kind of position you're in at the moment." Seokjin brings the back of his hand to your cheek, stroking the skin gently. "You're not in your chambers, but in mine. Let me introduce myself again. I'm not the same 'Seokjin' that you know right now," his hand moves down to grip your chin. "And I'm going to make sure that you walk out of here having learned why they call me 'master'."

"Who calls–"

For the second time that day, you swallow your reply. Not just because there's now a loose hand wrapped around the back of your neck, ready to squeeze if necessary, but Seokjin's now scowling, full pout turned down in disappointment. You whimper out the last syllable, and your shoulders rise in an attempt to shield yourself from his gaze, but there's a part of you – the one that refuses to be tamed, that ends up winning the war in your head. But as you're ready to attempt to speak again, it all melts away when Seokjin's plump lips attach to the base of your neck, taking a nip at the tender flesh.

"As I said before," he says, low. "Know your fucking place, brat."

"Mmmh," you sigh.

Your hands depart from your side to take hold of his broad shoulders as Seokjin continues to leave behind blues and purples on your skin. You've never felt this kind of heat – it burns you from the inside and leaves you begging for more. Has your neck always been this sensitive?

"Singing so sweetly for me already? Where did all that bravado go?"

"F-Fuck you," you hiss, but the words leave no sting – not when your legs are shaking and your head is tilted away to give him access to more of you.

"Later," he chuckles. Seokjin pushes your shirt up just a little past your navel and places a hand on your tummy. "Right now, I have a job to do."

His hand snakes up and up until you feel a lazy finger touching the underside of your breast. The muffled sighs you've been releasing up 'til now is no match for the howl that rips out of you when he pinches the flesh. You move away slightly as your back arches, pain and pleasure coalescing into this mind-numbing sensation. How has no one ever made you feel this alive? There's magic in his touch, it's the only explanation that makes sense, because he's rendered you close to useless.

Close, but not enough. "If this 'job' you're talking about is in regards to me begging, you'll have to try a bit harder," you smirk, even through the trembling voice.

"I had a feeling. You don't seem like the type to break easy."

Seokjin places his arm under your butt and stands, carrying your shrieking form in his arms before throwing you on the bed.

"Lucky for you, I'm also not the type to give up," he grins from between your legs.

Oh. This is getting fun. Does he think he can make you cum?

You help him discard your shorts with your bottom lip fitted into your teeth. The anticipation is getting stronger. A small part of you is worried that Seokjin's all talk, and he's not actually going to follow through with anything decent. You suppose it's not that bad, considering that you have an array of toys waiting for you in your chambers should it come to that.

But now that you're just in your underwear – some cotton white thing that isn't sexy at all, you wonder why he's just staring at you from below.

"What's the hold up? Don't tell me you're scared of eating me out."

A brow shoots up to the sky. "Why are you in such a rush? You and I have the rest of the day off, so it doesn't really matter."

Waiting's a clever tactic, you too love the image of your subs squirming in their seats on the floor, but it's nothing revolutionary either. Well, if Seokjin's taking a while, the bed is comfortable and your eyes are calling you to sleep–

"Oooh…"

The touch was faint, the barest of rubs against your clit, but your body jolts awake all the same. You grip the sheets tighter, anticipating for another faint touch, but it never comes. A second turns to two, and then three, and four, yet Seokjin continues to lean on your thigh, grinning at you irritatingly from below.

It's when you close your eyes again that the touch comes.

Again, your eyes fly open and you prop yourself up to stare him down.

Again – he looks up at you with an innocent smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Whatever I can to break you out of that shell," he says simply.

"And that involves teasing me until I beg?" you huff with a roll of your eyes. "I thought you're supposed to teach me how to be better. Not play around with the basics that anyone could have learned from the internet."

Seokjin shrugs. "We all have to start somewhere, and for you, maybe it's best to go back to the basics." Two of his fingers pretend to walk on your skin before he tugs at the waistband of your panties. "Plus, you have no idea what I have planned for you, so how can you be sure?"

He pings the elastic against your skin, pulling harder with each tug.

You bring your legs together and pull them close, trying to stop his mischief. "You're going to ruin my underwear," you groan in complaint.

"How much do you care about this pair?"

"I mean, it's only $5 but still–"

A stern gaze silences you. "I don't care how much it costs, I want to know if you have any attachment to them."

"No," is your reply, voice meek.

You watch as Seokjin bends down to the seam, eyes locked on yours. He fits one side of the seam in his mouth, and the other in his hand. Your heart is stuck in your throat; your slow brain picking up the pieces of what he's going to do. Before you have another chance to stop him, the flimsy threads rip free with a solid yank, some frayed strands falling onto the bed.

He sits slowly up, the ruined garment in his mouth, before crawling towards you. Seokjin makes little sound as he climbs on top, but there's a ferocity in his eyes you've yet to be acquainted with.

"Open," he mumbles through gritted teeth.

You want to retort – to regain what little control you have left. But in this caged state, with his hair tickling your forehead, and his arms on either side of your head, you've left little choice but obey. Your jaw opens with great reluctance, and when it does, Seokjin deposits your underwear into your mouth.

Does it count as a kiss? His lips sure are touching yours, pulling out unwilling moans from your throat, as he fucks the garment into your mouth with his tongue, but it's simultaneously too lacking and too overwhelming all the same. The panties in your mouth gradually become wetter, the mixtures of saliva seeping into it, and in a few seconds you can taste yourself; the astringent bite of ecstasy.

"Mmph…" You're not sure when your hands circle his neck, but they slip away and return to the bed when he sits up. With your hands unbound, it should be easy for you to take the gag away, and throw it in his face, but the way he kissed (or not kissed) you left you breathless – mind reeling as you wondered what it was.

Seokjin tilts your chin this way and that, admiring the line of drool that's begun to dribble to the pillow. "So much better when you're not yapping away. Snap your fingers once."

Though your fingers shake, you obey.

"That's a good girl," Seokjin coos, brushing away the hair that's fallen on your face. "Snap once for 'go', twice for 'stop'. Got it?"

You snap once.

"A quick study, huh? I'm impressed," he chuckles. Seokjin returns to his spot between your legs. "Let's see if you remember what you're supposed to do."

It's like you have no energy left to argue. You're left pliant and subservient, not willing to put up a fight anymore. In this hazy state, your eyes close gradually, and you let yourself sink into the mattress, waiting for him to begin.

Your hands remain fisted by your side, opening and closing around the sheets while he pets your cunt in circular motions. The whines tumble easily when his slick-covered fingers slide up and down, pinching your clit in between the spaces. Seokjin is purposefully missing the places where you need him most, and it's frustrating, but just as you're about to complain, he fits a middle finger inside, and your back arches at the sudden, yet welcomed, intrusion.

He angles his finger upwards, the rough pad of it caressing just below the patch of nerves. Your thighs threaten to crush his head with how bad you're squeezing, yet he doesn't mind, and he can't seem to hear the whining complaints coming from your stuffed mouth.

Like the kiss, it's a push and pull; underwhelmed by the lack of sensation, yet fulfilled with how intentional he's being. Could you ever do what he's doing with your own subs? You're starting to realise why the Madame assigned him to you. He has a completely different style from you, but maybe this is what you've been missing all along.

"You're distracted."

Sure enough, you hadn't realised that he's stopped moving with half his finger still inside you. He fishes the underwear from your mouth and massages your jaw after noticing that you've been clenching it for some time. You've never known Seokjin to be so… soothing.

"'m fine."

Of course your lacklustre response isn't going to convince him. Seokjin sits you up and places your head on his chest, with the rest of your body between his legs.

"You wanna tell me what's on your mind or just sit here in silence for a bit until you feel better enough to continue?"

You wouldn't think that he'd give you an out so easily. "Aren't you worried that I would just sit here and tell the Madame that I've completed my training with you?"

His response is a chuckle. "Nah, you're not that dishonest. You're thinking about it now, but when it comes down to it, I doubt you're actually going to do it."

"You don't know me," you grumble.

"Maybe," he shrugs, "But I've watched you long enough to have an idea of what you're like."

A silence stretches. What did he mean by that? Before you can ask though, Seokjin's already talking.

"Now, I know that this may be training for you, but I genuinely want it to be fun. Can you tell me what's on your mind?"

You shuffle to sit up further, resting the back of your head against his shoulder. "I'm… scared I won't be able to get that spark back. Maybe it's time for me to switch roles, or something. I'll be losing a lot of clients, and I guess that will risk my livelihood."

When you look up at Seokjin, you're surprised to find he's already looking at you, his eyes encouraging you to continue.

"The House is my everything." Crying in front of him was not on your to-do list this morning, but the tears came up all the same. "When the complaints started coming… I tried my hardest to push through the fog, but that only made it worse somehow."

The ball of stress and anxiety has grown large enough that you feel utterly defeated. What if you don't get the spark back? Where will you go? The House of Lust is all you've known. You doubt any employer in the real world would ever accept anyone that has worked in the sex industry.

"I don't even have any family to turn back to," you admit quietly, balling the hem of your shirt in your hand. "There's literally nothing left for me to do if I'm ever fired."

Seokjin brings his arms around your stomach and pulls you in tighter. He doesn't speak for some time, and instead rests his chin on your head. "Have you thought of a change of perspective?" he asks softly. "It doesn't have to be a permanent thing, but you can just try the non-BDSM route for once?"

Madam Sohee did mention a change in perspective, though you're not sure if Seokjin's suggestion is really what she has in mind. "I've never really considered that…"

"I think you should try talking to her about it. You know Madame Min is very strict on our potential clients for our own safety, so I doubt you'll get any weirdos. You just won't be able to see your old subs."

Of course! The Madame will guarantee your safety. You're seriously considering the offer and with every passing second, that warm hope comforts you… until it's quickly replaced with harsh insecurity. "But what if I can't?" Your voice cracks as you try to keep the tears at bay. "All I've known about sex is just… well… this." You gesture at your half-naked state.

"Well…" Seokjin starts, but doesn't continue after some time. You look up to see that his head is tilted to the side, lips pursed as he thinks. "If you want to try, I'd gladly help you through it. But at the end of the day, if you don't want to do this line of work, I'm sure there are other ways you can stay in the House and help out."

"Really?"

Seokjin smiles. "Really. Trust me."

"I do," you blurt out, sitting up to face him. And it's only because you're mildly offended that he doesn't think so that you realise how true it was.

Seokjin doesn't seem to notice your flustered expression. He gives your midsection a squeeze before he goes to his wardrobe, and tosses you a pair of shorts. "Here. Wear this. How about we end it here for today? I'll let Madame Sohee know about the change of plans."

Feeling a bit embarrassed, you pull the shorts over your hips and leave the room a bit hurried, but you do turn back to offer him thanks.

"Don't mention it," Seokjin grins.

And when you reach your chambers, you throw yourself onto your bed, nervous and excited. You pray morning comes soon because you're actually looking forward to tomorrow.

———

You are no longer looking forward to today.

It's the familiar scene – of you standing in front of Seokjin's room, only this time, instead of reluctance, you are terrified.

"No… I can't do this," you mutter to yourself, turning away from the door. But just as you fish your phone out to text Seokjin that you're backing out of the plan, the door opens, and said man leans on the door frame with an amused grin… and in less clothes than you saw him last.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, crossing his arms.

You look at the floor; the ceiling; the creepy painting in the hallway; anything so as to not look at Seokjin's naked chest. "I forgot something in my room…?"

"If you're going to lie, maybe don't end the sentence as though you're asking a question," he chuckles. He steps towards you, flexing his muscles not-so subtly. "Why so nervous? Never seen a half-naked man before?"

"That's not it," you grumble, still refusing to look at him.

Seokjin hums. Deciding that this short burst of torture was enough for you, he takes a step back and gestures to his room. "Well, come on in. It's not like you haven't been inside yet."

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod before following him inside. The room this time is darker, blackout curtains pulled over the windows. Seokjin had lit candles around the room, the soft glow making you feel at ease immediately. Did he do all this for you? It's almost… romantic.

While you're looking around the now unfamiliar room, Seokjin's already making his way to the bed. It's the gentle way he calls your name, followed by an equally gentle, "Come here," that has you moving towards him with stiff limbs.

This time, when he offers his hand, you take it.

Your knees sink to the plush material as you sit on his lap. The shadows move strangely across Seokjin's face, and you find it difficult for you to look away.

"Do you still remember your safe word from yesterday?"

You nod. "Sock."

"That's right." His smile catches you off-guard and you long for more praise to spill from those plush, pink lips. Seokjin tucks your hair behind your ear as he says, "Just because we won't be doing anything BDSM related doesn't mean that we stop being safe. If you feel uncomfortable at any time, you say that word, hm?"

Is it just you or is Seokjin's face so close? You're starting to get lost in the abyss in his eyes. "Ah… Yeah," you respond, slightly distracted.

"I'm also going to leave you in charge of the pace since–"

Seokjin doesn't get to finish his sentence, not with your hands on the sides of his face and your lips shutting him up.

You sigh into the kiss. There's electricity in the air that you were missing yesterday when he kissed you with your panties in the way. Once Seokjin gets over his shock, he pulls you close to his chest. His right thumb has snuck underneath the hem of your shirt and is now caressing the small of your back, causing tiny little fissures of pleasure to erupt. The simple touch has you craving more, so you kiss him harder, before biting his bottom lip.

A low grunt emits from his throat when your teeth sink into the soft muscle.

His hands capture your body in a tight embrace, half your shirt riding up with how anxious he's exploring your skin.

"I… fuck, I've been thinking of you last night," he admits between gasps. "I wanted today to be slow and romantic, but look at you," Seokjin's lips quirk into a half-grin as he holds your cheek in his hand, "so eager to get things started. Let go and let your instincts take over."

It's the permission you need to tackle him to the bed. In two seconds your shirt is gone and you're back to kissing him, your fingers tangled up in his hair. Seokjin's quiet grunts is the fuel that keeps you going, and though this type of sex isn't one you're familiar with, you find yourself craving for more.

"Fuuuck… These hips…" he hisses when you grind against his growing erection. "Keep it up and you're going to make me cum in my pants."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

You double your efforts by tracing your lips onto his neck, in a similar manner that he did yesterday. Soon the pale skin of his dons on a similar hue to yours – with matching blues and purples. Your fingers trail down to pinch his nipple, and you're delighted when Seokjin releases a drawn-out moan.

"Sensitive?" you chuckle, moving lower to fit the other one in your mouth.

Seokjin throws his head back with a long whimper. "Very, but you're not supposed to find that out this quickly."

Although he's breathing hard, Seokjin manages to take control and roll you onto your back, your hands raised high above your head in his grip. "Now, now, I can't let you have all the fun. I wanna continue where we left off yesterday. Now, do you remember what you're supposed to do to get me to touch you?"

With an excited sigh, you close your eyes.

"Good. Keep those hands high above your head."

Your back arches as he kisses down your chest, his teeth grabbing the hem of your shorts and panties to expose yourself. He wastes no time with teasing, facing your cunt horizontally with your leg over his neck. Seokjin licks a long stripe from your winking hole to your clit before he kisses your folds as though they're your lips. His tongue glides up and down, ready to catch the arousal before it drips onto the sheets.

"Shit…" you gasp, body straining with need.

Even with your eyes closed, you can feel the heat of his gaze watching your every reaction. Your body burns with humiliation, and it's only made worse when his fingers make their way inside, crowding your tightness with their girth. The sounds you make rattle off the walls – a mixture of the wet sounds between your thighs and your moans.

"This pussy… I've been dying to taste it."

"Is it to – ah – your satisfaction?"

You gasp when Seokjin nips at your folds. "You taste just how I would have guessed; incredible."

The compliment tempers the humiliation somewhat, but you have no time to bask in its glow. You feel the bed dip and then your body is being pulled forward until you feel his lap underneath your ass. His left arm supports your thrashing lower half while his fingers continue to slam into you.

"Seokjin!" His name is embedded in a scream, your eyes squeezing even tighter as you beg and beg for him to not stop. Your body tenses with anticipation of your upcoming release – toes curling with how tightly you're wound.

"Show me how you cum." A command, followed by his thumb pressing circles around your clit.

Within seconds you obey, body thrashing in his grip; streams of arousal on his fingers.

Tears fall from your eyes as you whine, and a white noise dampens your hearing after the release. The room spins behind your closed lids as you lay there with a sweaty arm draped over your eyes. The aftershocks of your orgasm still cause your body to flinch, and a particular one has you whimpering at the onset of soreness between your legs.

You've never felt anything like that before.

The bed dips as Seokjin comes to gather you in his arms. "How's that?"

"Good."

"Oh, we're being honest now? What a major development."

You're about to scoff when you feel him place two of his fingers on your lips.

"Clean me up?"

Your mouth opens wide enough for him to slip his fingers inside. Unlike when you tasted yourself through your panties, there's a hint of sweetness this time around, and you gladly lap up the remaining stickiness as though it's a drizzle of honey.

"How do you taste?" Seokjin asks after removing his fingers.

"Sweet," you pant

He hums in affirmation. "That's right. I could eat you out for days." Seokjin fucks your mouth in earnest with his fingers, the pads grazing the back of your throat. "You're about to be my favourite drink."

Your tongue dances between the spaces of his fingers. Hearing him praise you has your whole body buzzing, and despite the soreness, you're already eager to do more. When you peek at his face, whatever discomfort you felt completely disappears. His ears are a deeper shade than his slightly parted pink lips; eyes drawn into the way his fingers disappear into your mouth. How can a man look so cute and hot at the same time?

He removes his fingers and in a slight daze, he asks, "Are you set to continue?"

"Yeah," you whisper, wiping the drool with the back of your hand. "I'd like to keep going."

Seokjin just grins as he flips you on top of him. "Use me to satisfy your greatest desires. Just let your instincts take over."

His words echo in your head. You gulp, heart pounding against your chest as you move lower – towards the waistband of his pants. When his cock springs free, it takes all of you not to gawk. You won't say it's the biggest dick you've seen, but there's a heaviness to it when you hold him in your hands. Fuck. You're salivating at the thought of how those protruding veins would feel inside of you.

"Like what you see?"

Smug bastard has returned. Seokjin stares with his arms underneath his head, nonchalant and carefree.

You say little else before placing the head on your tongue. No matter how wide you open your jaw though, his girth makes it almost impossible for you to swallow him whole. Yet you're determined to make him succumb to the haze he's left you with, so you spit on your hand and begin to pump his length while your mouth tries to take in as much of him as you can. His groans delight you, and urge you to increase your speed.

"Feels so fucking good," Seokjin groans, loud. "Shit. You want me to fuck my cum down your throat? Want a taste of my seed before I fill you up later? Fuck it. I'm going to make sure you clean me up once we're done; and whatever else that spills out of you."

His taunts have you clenching your lower muscles with need. You nod furiously, not trusting yourself to speak with him inside your mouth.

Seokjin pushes your head down and begins fucking up into your mouth in earnest, his grunts ringing loudly in your ears. Oxygen is a precious commodity, leaving you sputtering and gasping from the lack of it.

But just as you think he's about to explode, Seokjin yanks you off of his dick by your hair. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, saliva dripping down to your cleavage. It reminds you of the time you had with that sub of yours. Did Jungkook also feel the same desperation to please you? Why does that moment feel like a lifetime ago?

Your thoughts scatter the instant Seokjin taps your cheek not unkindly with his palm, and you're pleased to see that he's breathing hard.

"Focus on me and nothing else."

He doesn't have to tell you twice. Seokjin kisses you like a man starved, catching your moans in his lips as he slowly makes his way on top of you again. You spin at the ferocity of his tongue against yours, and the heat of his palms massaging your breasts.

"Ngh…" you whine, pulling away to inhale much needed air. "Seokjin…"

"What do you need from me, baby?" He asks into your skin, remarking the places he's been before so they bloom anew. His teeth graze your pebbled nipples and you cry out with a clutch of his hair.

"More," is your hazy response.

"More of what? Hm?" Seokjin sits up and splays his hand over your tummy to stop you from jumping up as he glides his cock over your swollen pussy. Your whines only spur him on, body moving faster. "Do you want to cum like this?"

"No!"

He removes himself away from your heat to sink two fingers into you. "Oh, I get it," he coos. "This is what you want, right?"

You squirm in his grip. He has one leg over his arm and the other is holding you down. With your brain a mess of lust and need, you don't have any coherence left in you to speak.

"Tell me or else I'm leaving you to cum with just my fingers."

Bastard! you curse in your head. Yet your voice is weak when you whimper, "Need… you…"

"Well, you have my fingers. What more could you possibly need?"

You cover his dick with your hand, stopping all his movements. Raising your hips, you push the tip of him inside you. "Does this answer your question?"

"Fuck," he hisses as you slowly join your bodies together.

Just as you predicted, you can feel the delicious stretch as you have your fill, and even when the blunt head of cock moves past your g-spot, there's still a sizeable chunk of dick left. Will he truly fit inside of you?

Seokjin moves to stand and drags your body with him. Your ass hangs off the edge, held up firmly in his arms.

Spit dribbles past his lips and onto your pussy, and Seokjin uses the tip of his cock to smear it around. With a grunt he pushes in, and though you've had a taste of it before, it doesn't stop you from crying out.

"Shit!" Your grip on the sheets tighten. "Fuck, Seokjin…"

"Yeah, fuck. Does that feel good? Just me sticking my dick in has you seeing stars?"

"Please… move." You grip his forearms tighter, your nails leaving half-moons on his skin; a perfect accompaniment to his marred neck.

Seokjin obliges readily, whilst whispering sweet taunts in your ear; "Tighten up for me, darling. Just like that, oh fuck. Can you feel how hard I am? Does it feel good?"

Over and over you're rocked into bliss, your numb legs helpless in his arms. If this is what sex is supposed to feel like, you're not sure if you can go back. Even if you do end up switching roles, would you be able to find such ecstasy in another's arms? No, you decide, it has to be Seokjin.

He doesn't move too quickly, but goes deeper than any toy you've had. His thrusts spring forth a slow ember that gradually becomes whiter; hotter.

"I'm–"

"Yeah, me too," Seokjin gasps before he kisses you.

That's how you came for the second time, in the midst of a kiss, moaning his name and spilling it into his open lips.

Seokjin increases his speed then after flipping you over so that you're on your stomach. He plasters his chest to your back so he can groan directly into your ear. Every long-drawn out moan tumbling past his lips causes you to do the same; your voices mixing and growing louder and louder.

"One more time? Can you cum one more time?"

You don't know if you should. One more and there's absolutely no way for you to return to your previous role. It's so easy for him to pull pleasure seemingly out of thin air, and you succumb to the depths for a final time, your mouth opening in a silent scream as the waves crash repeatedly against you.

"I'm gonna fill you up. Make you walk around with my cum all day, shit," Seokjin grunts, biting the shell of your ear. "Oh, fuck, the way you tightened up for me just now. You want that? Want me to fuck you full of cum until your tummy swells?"

"Seokjin. Fuck."

"That's right, angel. I'm sure you can't wait to go about your day, squeezing your thighs together? Fuck. I'm going to cum in this gorgeous pussy, shit… I'm gonna turn you into my personal toy."

Seokjin holds your thrashing form in his firm arms, and after a loud groan, he spills his seed inside you. Your walls spasm as though you're milking him dry, and maybe some part of you wants to make sure that he gives you everything until there's nothing left.

If you weren't sure before, you're certain now – there's no way you can go back to your old ways. The Madame is right, you were due for a different position.

With a gentleness you didn't know he possesses, Seokjin carries you back to the bed. He rests your head on the silk pillow sheets before propping your legs by his head.

"What… are you…" you ask between bouts of heavy breathing.

A softer version of his smug smile returns. "I'm about to clean the mess I made."

You moan weakly when his tongue makes contact with your puffy lips. Seokjin takes his time drinking it all in, and the loud smacks of his lips against your sopping cunt has you grasping the sheets.

"No… no more…"

But Seokjin doesn't listen, and his thumb returns to press tight circles on your swollen nub. After a shuddering gasp, you cum, spurting out your mixture of juices right in his tongue. Your mind is a blurred mess of shapes and sound; your eyes having a hard time keeping the room still.

"Ah, Seokjin…" you groan into the pillow.

"That's it. Give in and give yourself to me," he mumbles, licking the last remaining drops. "I'll make sure your body only remembers me."

It already does, you think, but you don't need his ego to grow tenfold. Instead, you whimper, and wait until he's had his fill.

When Seokjin rises from between your legs, the sight almost makes you beg him for more, if your pussy isn't currently throbbing from oversensitivity. The lower part of his face is covered in slick, and he's licking everything his tongue could reach as though it's sweet cream.

"Satisfied?"

How can he even ask you that after just turning your world upside down?

"Yeah, I guess," you reply, avoiding his eager eyes.

Seokjin only chuckles, and from the corner of your eye, you watch his broad shoulders rise and fall. "Well, if I can't convince you, that's fine. We can go back to our original plan. Maybe over time I can train you to be a good sub for any personality that walks through those doors."

"There's no need for that," you murmur. Not just because you still don't feel like you won't be good at the role, but because you don't think you want to have sex with anyone else. Which could be bad for your job. But then you remembered what Seokjin said the other day; about the possibility of still contributing to the House without the sex.

"Do you think the Madame will let me take on a more administrative role?"

Seokjin hums in contemplation. "I don't doubt that she'll agree, but your services are a valuable asset to the House," he contemplates. Turning to you, his smile is soft when he asks, "Will it help if I'm there when you talk to her about it?"

You nod, relieved in the midst of uncertainty. "Who would have known that you'd be someone in my corner?"

He holds you close to his chest as he mumbles into your hair, "Mmm… you just never gave me a chance."

The silence stretches. You're so comfortable in his arms, that you realise with a start how long you've overstayed your welcome. Seokjin must have been itching to kick you out, but felt it impolite to voice his concerns. But when you try to wrestle free from his arms, you find yourself fighting a losing battle.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to my chambers?" you question with a foot already halfway off the bed.

He tightens his hold and drags you back onto his lap. "Mmm… how about you stay? You're so warm and I'm exhausted."

"Well—" you try to argue, but the words catch in your throat when you can't meet his stare.

"You don't want to?"

It's not that you don't want to, but this is getting into a territory you're not sure you're ready to broach. Does he do this with all his subs? There's no way – not when there's a time limit, and you find yourself reluctant to ask him, afraid of what the answer may be.

So, you let Seokjin help you into his clothes; let him cover you in blankets after he turns out the lights; and let him cuddle you close, your head atop of his heart.

You let him do all this because you don't really want to part with him either.

And safe in the blanket of night; nestled deep in your delusion as you hear him slowly succumb to sleep, you pretend that you belong to him; and him to you.

saturn's notes: ah it's so good to be writing a fic again, especially one i've been dying to write for some time. thanks so much for reading, my beloveds. you inspire me. oh, and before you start, let me sate your curiosity: no, there's probably not a sequel to this. if i do decide to write one in the future, great! but tbh, i am much to busy with so many other fics :)

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Black Swan (Jimin x Reader)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Cursed Jimin, Stalking, Obsession, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Gore, Fear, Panic/Anxiety, Depictions of dead bodies, Devious Intentions, Depictions of Weapons, Mourning, Self Harm, Massacre, Murder, Isolation, Drowning, Allusions to Religion (Use of the word Heathen)

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview:  A princess’s job is to learn etiquette and to marry, so why did you derail from that path? All it took was one instant of you departing from your fiancé’s hunting party to become lost in the enchanted forest and to stumble upon a cursed man who doesn’t believe in love. He must be so lonely…do you dare to befriend him?

A/N: Hello my loves! This is my last fic for the Forbidden Fables Collab! I have had so much fun working on this series with my fellow authors and I still cannot believe that they invited me to be a part of it in the first place. This was literally so much fun, and I think I may actually like this fic better than Run Littler Red so that’s interesting 👀 Anyways, happy reading, I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and in the comments 💜💜💜

The carriage you were sitting in was jostling you to and fro, the motion making your stomach twist in uneasy knots. 

You tried your best to lean your head out of the open window, the fresh summer breeze being the only relief to your motion sickness. You despised traveling by carriage, but the journey you were making was long and near impossible to make by foot. 

Not to mention, you were a princess, and a princess never walked to her destination. She was always escorted by a squad of knights and enclosed in a horse-drawn carriage for her safety. 

The day would have been a lovely one, had you not been confined to a space that made you sick and were being sent to another place you so deeply despised. 

Your wedding date had been looming over your head for months, and now with it coming closer and closer, you were instructed to have supervised visits with your fiancé. Your parents had been enthralled with the idea of you being wed to him, his kingdom was vast, prosperous, and wealthy. He was, by all means, the perfect suitor if he wasn’t so goddamn dense. 

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