#pink hair ryujin

[ryujin-nara]

RYUJIN - ICY MV

#icy itzy #icy mv #shin ryujin #ryujin #pink hair ryujin #itzy ryujin #ryujin gifs #itzy #itzy gifs #itzy icons #itzy midzy #itzy edits #itzy bias #itzy aesthetic #midzy #kpop #kpop icons #kpop bias #kpop layouts #gg gifs #gg layout #aesthetic #femaleidol #femaleidolsedit #my edits #my gifs #ryujin-nara

[snowddeong]

CAT GF NOSE SCRUNCHIES

#snowdd.txt #catryu so real I just have to break down into tears #PINK HAIR IS SO REAL #BUT ALSO MY RYEJI YA'LL #this is like my new fave ryujin picture fr

[mixxstar]

ryujin <3 yeji

☆ ITZY PACK ☆

cto!

#kpop #gg #icons #girlgroup #aesthetic #jyp #lq #moodboard #messy #loco #pink hair #blonde #black #white #girls #itzy #shin ryujin #hwang yeji #headers #pack

[itz-y-updates]

Ryujin Pink Hair Icons

#Itzy #Ryujin #Itzy ryujin #Itzy icon #Ryujin icon #Ryujin pink hair #Kpop #Kpop gg icon

[fairyeunji]

ryujin with short blue hair always hits different

#cheshire era ryujin just might be equal with wannabe era ryujin #in terms of iconic hair #although pink hair from icy era is soooo close #ryujin #itzy

[ryuluvr]

needy. (wlw, smut)

warnings: softdom!ryu, sub!reader, mommy kink, thigh riding, praise, slight begging, orgasm permission.

summary: reader is horny as hell but is shy when it comes to asking ryujin to help them out. (requested, tysm!!)

word count: 1000

( not proof read, ends as quick as it starts tbh, just wanted to get something out after such a long break! )

you adjusted yourself on the edge of your double bed, crossing one leg over the other as your eyes settled on ryujin across the room. she was gaming at a desk, the game irrelevant to you in this moment. this woman looked good, too good. and no matter how hard you fought it, all you could think about was her touching you, her slender fingers exploring every inch of your soft skin. you left the room more times than you could count to try and occupy yourself and distract your dirty mind, but of course it was no use. you needed her, desperately, but asking for that felt beyond embarrassing for someone as shy as you.

a deep sigh escaped your lips once you reached the living room, throwing yourself down on the nearest couch and immediately zoning out. cleaning wont help, listening to music wont help, nothing you try will take fucking ryujin out of your head.

“hey, you okay?” immediately you snap back to reality, ryujin chuckling at the sight of you just sitting there in silence. in a poor attempt to clear your mind you shake your head and smile up at her sweetly. you didnt even hear her walk to you.

“i’m good, sorry!”

“you look like you got a lot on your mind… stressed, baby?”

“no- nothing like that, dont worry.”

ryujin quickly makes herself comfortable beside you on the couch, her eyes scanning every inch of your face which immediately made you feel hot. her hand reaches for your thigh and she gives it a light squeeze, frowning at your silence.

“talk to me, baby. what’s wrong?” her eyes were practically burning into your skin and it was unbearable. as you glanced in the opposite direction, your cheeks flushed a deep pink shade, embarrassment completely taking over you. as much as you didnt want to admit it, you thought maybe its time. she was not going to let you leave until you told her.

to your surprise, ryujin took your chin gently between her thumb and finger, turning your head to face her. “baby.” she spoke once more, this time much lower, her voice barely audible. something had switched up inside her and it was obvious to you.

“i just… i dont know… i just keep thinking about you.” you matched the other woman’s tone, soon biting down on your bottom lip due to the nerves.

ryujin understood within seconds. she always does. “you want me, pretty?” she began, “want some attention?”

her voice was enough to make you go weak, nodding without giving it a single thought. she quietly asked you to stand up before pulling off your panties and letting your skirt fall to the floor shortly after. ryujin lightly tapped her thigh with the hand previously holding your face. you wasted no time, immediately positioning yourself on her thigh and letting her soft lips teasingly brush against your neck. you grip onto her shoulders to keep yourself up as a slight whimper escapes you. ryujin started by trailing multiple kisses across your neck and up to your jawline, her hands rubbing your back lightly from under your top.

you were still, yet could still feel how wet you were against her thigh. ryujin was wearing shorts, so the skin on skin feeling was driving you beyond crazy. her lips claimed yours in a desperate kiss, eventually disconnecting when she slipped your top off and over your head, her fingers immediately working at your bra to remove that too. a gasp left your lips when you felt ryujins tongue trace along your nipples, flicking them enough to make you whine loudly.

“ryu, please…” you could barely think, and your cheeks showed no sign of cooling down. she paused to press a gentle kiss to your lips instead, her right hand brushing your hair out of your face. it was little things like that which made you melt.

ryujin’s hands gripped onto your hips and began guiding you on her thigh causing a soft moan to escape you. you continued grinding against her and your clit was throbbing more with every passing second. you dragged your soaked folds against ryujin’s skin, your nails practically digging into her shoulders to keep yourself upright.

“does it feel good, baby?” ryujin asked, her warm breath tickling your ear, “you like getting off on mommy’s thigh, hm?”

your entire body shuddered at her words, your pace quickening as you desperately tried to chase an orgasm.

“ah- i do!” a series of moans and whimpers filled the room as you continued grinding against ryujin’s thigh, one hand running up to squeeze your breast. “mommy, ‘m so close.. fuck, it feels so good..”

a devilish smirk appeared across ryujin’s face as she tensed her thigh, sending immense waves of pleasure to your needy cunt. her grip on your soft hips tightened as she kept planting sloppy kisses to your lips and neck.

“have i told you that you can come baby?” ryujin asked, her tone even lower than before. your head dropped as your body twitched over her, needing to stop yourself before you came without her permission. you didn’t care if it was embarrassing, you needed release.

“please ryu- fuck, please mommy! please can i cum? i need it!” you begged, pathetically whining into the crook of her neck. she waited a few moments as if to torture you before quietly agreeing. “cum for me, angel, let it out.”

your hips didn’t hesitate to pick up the pace once more, only taking a matter of seconds to reach your climax. your pornographic moans and loud squeals filled the room as you made a mess all over ryujin’s thigh, desperately rubbing your overly sensitive clit against her soft skin until you felt your whole body go limp on top of her.

ryujin instantly wrapped her arms around your waist and held you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek as you came down from such a high.

“feel better, baby?” she whispered before pulling you further onto her lap, your cheeks flushing a deep pink shade. you nodded as if to say yes and cuddled up to the other woman, smiling through the gentle kiss you pressed against her lips.

#shin ryujin smut #ryujin smut #itzy smut #girl group smut fxf #girl group smut #itzy imagines #ryujin itzy #itzy fanfic #ryujin fanfic #wlw nfst #wlw ns/fw #wlw smut #fxf smut #kpop smut #smut #itzy ryujin

[thelovesickgrls]

Ryujin + pink hair ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

#shortlived but not forgotten #itzy #ryujin #itzy ryujin #itzyedit #ryujinedit #kpopccc #ggnet #femaleidol #ggroupsdaily #idolady #kpopedit #kpopggedit #formidzy #theitzydaily #usershinaryu #userdaniz #edits #gifs

[ratedfleur]

girl groups and their pretty cunts.

🎀: selected members from lsfrm & itzy.

chaewon - [for reference] chaewon is cleanly shaved, inner lips just as pink as her cheeks when she’s all tired from getting pleasured. she always likes to tease herself first before slipping the dildo in, thinking of how quickly you’d make her cum.

yunjin - [for reference] every time yunjin slipped her panties down, she could always feel strings of slick connecting her panties and her cunt, always leading to her touching herself.

kazuha - [for reference] an innie but her lips would flare out after the amount of time that she fucks herself with her dildo as she thinks about you, pussy clenching and dripping at the thought of you.

ryujin - [for reference] ryujin likes to shave but leave just enough hair, she shaves in the tub where her thighs are touching her chest but most of the time she ends up touching herself.

chaeryeong - [for reference] chaeryeong’s pale so her intimate parts would be a tad pinker that her skin tone, constrasting from her paleness. she liked how pink she looked hence why she always wore only her panties on whenever you’re around.

© RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#mikha’s works #le sserafim #itzy #le sserafim chaewon #le sserafim yunjin #le sserafim kazuha #itzy ryujin #kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #girl group x reader #girl group smut #kpop girl group #itzy chaeryeong #chaewon smut #yunjin smut #kazuha smut #ryujin smut #chaeryeong smut

[ryejism]

“ step out of the car for me. “ the short, black haired officer demanded as she backed away from the driver door. you refused as you didn’t think you did anything to deserve it.

“ get out of the car or i’ll get you out myself ma’am. “ she ordered again, this time was more of a warning.

“ are you going to arrest me? “ you asked her through the rolled down window.

“ i might if you don’t step out of the vehicle. “ she sighs.

you felt wrong for finding her attractive. you didn’t mind her ordering you around like this despite you not obeying her orders could result in a lot more problems, but that was a risk you were willing to take. you always get your way out of things anyways.

“ this is your last warning, if you don’t step out of the vehicle, i’m going to remove you myself. “ she said firmly.

“ if you’re just pulling me over for speeding, why do i have to get out?! “ you raised your voice.

“ because you refused to give me your information, ma’am. “ she stared at you. “ now, step out. “

you still didn’t budge, resulting in her swinging her arm over the window to unlock the door and yank the car door open. she grabbed you by your arm and pulled you out herself, her strength surprising you despite it being a necessity for her job. she grabbed you by your wrists, holding them together and slamming you onto the hood of your car.

you tried to resist her efforts but her strength overpowered yours. she held your wrists with one hand as she reached for her handcuffs, wrapping them around your wrists and cuffing you.

the way she held you still and pressed herself against your backside as you were bent over the hood made you feel sinful for the feeling that rushed down between your legs.

“ let me go, officer! “ you pleaded as she pulled you up and guided to her police car. you stood there still as she pat you down, trying her best to avoid touching up on you in areas she shouldn’t.

“ nothing in your pockets that’s gonna poke me or anything? “ she asked, patting down to your thighs.

“ no, ma’am. “ you replied, anxious as she constantly got close to certain areas.

you moaned slightly when her hand accidentally grazed over your clothed core. she scoffed at your perverted reaction, although she continued to do it knowing exactly what she was doing.

“ stop that. “ she said after you continued to react to her purposeful perverted antics.

“ stop what? “ you teased. you knew exactly what she meant.

“ i don’t have time for this. “ she said as she fished out your wallet from your pockets to grab your ID and personal information.

“ stay here. “ ryujin ordered, walking towards the driver seat to run all your information.

a few minutes pass by before she comes back, placing all your stuff back into your wallet that stayed on the hood of her car.

“ i don’t know why you didn’t just listen. you made it way worse and now you’re gonna walk away with a handful of unnecessary charges for resisting. “ she said, still leaving you handcuffed.

“ great. can you take these off me now, officer shin. “ you smirked, looking at her badge. no one ever calls her that aside from her workmates, so it took her by surprise. you stared her down, specifically her perfect pink lips.

she turned you back around, pressing herself against your ass with more pressure than last time. she leaned down, closing the gap which made you extremely anxious, especially since your hands stayed cuffed behind your back, unable to touch or resist her.

“ this isn’t very professional of me, i hope you know, y/n. “ she whispered into your ear from behind. “ and you’re lucky we’re in the middle of nowhere and only i ever patrol this highway usually. “

her deep raspy voice made you drenched and horny. a soft moan left her lips as she grinded against you softly.

“ officer shin…. “ you whined as ryujin broke the contact and walked you to the opposite side, away from the road. it’s dark and you two are in the middle of nowhere, perfect for what ryujin was planning. you as well, but you couldn’t tell her that.

“ call me ryujin, please. as of right now, i’m off duty. “ she said, bending down to remove your pants and panties at the same time. the cold air of the night hitting against your wet center, making you flinch.

she stuffed your soaked panties into one of her pockets, earning a concerned look from you. you can’t believe you got pulled over by the pervert officer at night and now she’s about to fuck you. maybe you’ll speed through here more often.

she opened the passenger door, shoving you into the seat and spreading your legs towards her outside as she stood.

you were very pleased when she finally kissed you, she must’ve noticed the way you stared down her lips earlier. she lived up to all your expectations, they were soft and she was a great kisser. however, her actions were anything but soft as she manhandled you this entire time.

her fingers ran through your wet folds, acknowledging how aroused you had been. you moaned into her mouth as she continued to kiss you.

“ please more, officer shin. “ you whined, continuing to call her the name she said not to call her. it fueled a secret fantasy of yours, which she sort of picked up on which only made her more eager to fulfill it.

she slid one finger into you with ease, making you arch your back. your hands were still cuffed but she held you up when she could. marks were definitely going to be left on your wrists from the way the cuffs would brush against your wrists whenever you’d try to get out of them.

“ you’re bad, this is so so bad, y/n. “ she pulled away from the kiss to speak, but not stopping her fingers from pumping in and out of your cunt.

“ i’ll never go against the law again, officer shin. i promise. “ you cried out as she inserted a second finger and picked up her pace.

“ we’ll see about that, y/n. “ she was kind of right, you’d definitely come by here more often just to see her. or maybe you’d show up to her station to ask for her. who knows.

you were a moaning mess as the hot and now off-duty officer fingered you in the passenger seat of her police car. a few cars passed by but not paying any attention to the borderline exhibitionism you two were engaging in.

“ how would you feel knowing you’re walking away with charges and an orgasm from the same officer that pulled you over. “ she teased, making you cry out her name. the pain in your wrists worsening as you shook and cried out for the girl.

“ are you really gonna still charge me? “ you asked, genuinely shocked and her pace slowed down.

“ i still have to get paid at the end of the day, y/n. c’mon… use your head. “ she said as she reverted back to professionalism. you groaned out in response. at least you’re walking away fucked and ruined by the hot officer, so you win in some way.

she started to curl her fingers just right, hitting you where you needed it most. her pace also picked back up to how it was previously, making you squirm in the seat.

if your hands were free, you’d be gripping and pulling on her hair as she alternated between kissing you and talking to you in-between. her left hand rested on your back, holding you up and close to her as she fucked you.

“ i’ll remove one charge if you cum for me right now, how about that? “ she asked, the loud gasp you let out in response being enough of an answer for her.

you were so close. you could feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten, her fingers working you as best she could so you could finish.

you began to leak onto her leather seat, wondering if this was the first time she had a girl like this while on the job. as the feeling of competition came over you, you felt the need to be the best for her just incase she did have others before.

“ right there, ryujin. please… “ you panted as she hit the right spot, making you leak your cum onto her seats and coat her fingers. your moans filled her car, along with the smell of sex that would definitely linger on her drive home.

“ fuck. “ you breathed out while she pulled her fingers out of your pussy, licking them clean.

she gave you barely any time to adjust before reaching for the keys for the handcuffs, ready to send you off back home with less charges than before.

she didn’t say a word to you, ashamed she commit such a filthy act towards you while on the job. she kept ignoring eye contact as she pulled you back out of her car and turned you around.

she noticed the way your pussy had dripped onto the ground below her, your leftover cum sliding down your thighs. she cleared her throat as she undid the cuffs, freeing your hands.

“ fucking finally. “ you silently mumbled to yourself.

“ was just doing my job, don’t talk like that. “ she finally spoke.

“ is fucking people you pull over also apart of your job, officer? “ you teased, making her feel a little scared knowing if you told anyone, she’d lose her job.

“ no…. but don’t you dare tell anyone this happened, please. “ she begged.

“ only if you promise me a second time, you know, it probably gets tiring and stressful on the road all the time. “ you suggested, putting your pants back on. you didn’t have your panties anymore considering she had pocketed them herself and definitely wasn’t gonna give them back. this would become a thing, she wanted to know how many pairs she could steal from you as this continued.

“ you know where to find me then, y/n. “ she replied, handing you back your wallet. she walked back over to the driver side and entered her seat. she sped off, leaving you there standing alone in the cold night.

“ what a fuckin night. “ you mumbled to yourself. you drove home, wondering what the hell just happened and if she actually meant what she said about knowing where to find her when you need it. you would definitely be testing that theory out another day.

#itzy #itzy ryujin #itzy imagines #ryujin smut #itzy smut #ryujin imagines #kpop smut #ryujin x reader #shin ryujin

[nanawritesit]

Your First Kiss with Itzy 💋

tw: kissing before dating, yeji’s is slightly angsty (inspired by the first kiss in heartstopper,) eating food (lia,) laser tag w/ guns (ryujin,) playful wrestling (chaeryeong,) sharing a bed (yuna)

Yeji:

You paced back and forth across your bedroom as the rain pounded against your window. You barely got any sleep the night before. Every time you started to drift off to sleep, your brain would remind you of that highly embarrassing moment you just experienced.

You were at a party with your crush, Yeji. You both got tired of the loud music and crowded dance floor, so you decided to find an empty room upstairs and take a breather together. There was undeniable chemistry between the two of you as you flirtatiously bantered back and forth. At one point, it got kind of quiet, and with the way she was looking at you, you thought it would be the right moment to kiss her. You were both leaning in slowly, about to connect your lips, when someone knocked on the door looking for her.

“I… I should go…” she told you. You nodded apologetically, and once she was gone, you threw your head in your hands to have a good cry.

When she didn’t text you later that night to ask where you went, you figured she was avoiding you. You must have misread the situation. She was probably just going to kiss you back out of pity. You felt so stupid and gross. You really thought you had lost her forever.

“Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” your roommate said from your doorway.

You jumped at the sudden intrusion, but nodded as if to give them permission to come in. Your roommate stepped back and held out their arm for your visitor. You gasped as Yeji suddenly appeared in front of you, soaked from the rain. Part of you was relieved, and the other part wanted to throw up from anxiety.

“I’ll let you guys talk…” your roommate mumbled, excusing themselves. They immediately understood the vibe in the room, since you had spent most of last night crying to them about what happened between you and Yeji.

You waved goodbye to them, shutting your bedroom door as they left. You turned back around to face Yeji.

“You didn’t bring an umbrella?” you asked with an awkward chuckle.

“I was in a rush to come see you.” she explained. Her hair and clothes were dripping wet, she was bare faced, and her cheeks were tinged pink from the cold air. It was the most beautiful you had ever seen her, which made this hurt so much more.

You swallowed hard, then exhaled to begin your spiel. “Yeji, I’m so sorry about last night. I came on too strong and I should’ve read the situation better.”

“Y/N…” she tried to interrupt, stepping closer to you.

“No, you deserve an apology. I know you probably just kissed me back out of pity.”

“Y/N.”

“And if you never want to talk to me or see me again I totally understand. I wouldn’t want to be associated with me either.”

“Y/N.”

“I completely regret what I did and I’m so-“

You never got to finish that sentence, because Yeji pulled you in by the collar of your shift and crashed her lips against yours. Your eyes widened at first, but once you registered what was happening, they closed and you melted into her touch. This was all you had ever wanted. Her lips were wet from the rain, your hands were on her damp shoulders, and you could feel her cold hands slightly warming up on your waist as the kiss went on. Finally, she pulled back and looked at you with a satisfied smile.

“That was a really nice way of telling me to shut up.” you practically whispered, a relieved smile on your face.

She giggled shyly. “I wanted to kiss you last night, I really did. I just thought the moment was ruined when Ryujin knocked on the door. I tried to find you at the party, but you were just gone, which I understood. I really should have texted you last night, but I was just so overwhelmed and exhausted. I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arms up behind her neck.”It’s okay. You made up for it.”

She grinned gratefully, tilting her head to kiss you again. It was shorter this time, but just as sweet.

You pulled back, happier than ever. “Alright, let’s get you some warm, dry clothes.”

Lia:

You and Lia had been seeing each other for about a month now. You weren’t quite exclusive yet, but you both really liked each other and hung out quite a bit. You hadn’t gotten more intimate than holding hands and cuddling, but something you recently started doing was giving each other kisses on the cheek.

You were taking a walk in the park together, when suddenly she spotted an ice cream truck. You could see how her face lit up at the sight of it, and asked if she wanted to get some. She nodded sheepishly, and you told her you’d get some while she found you a nice place to sit.

“Alright, I got your favorite! Two scoops of strawberry with rainbow sprinkles!” you beamed as you met her on the park bench.

“Awh, thank you so much!” she beamed, taking it from you gratefully.

You smiled brightly as you sat down next to her, gaze fixed upon her. She just looked so precious, licking up the ice cream that threatened to drip off the cone, holding it with both hands as the sun made her golden hair and pink cheeks practically glow. You couldn’t help yourself, and leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek.

“What did you get-“ she began, turning her head towards you. She was cut off by her lips pressing up against yours, making both your eyes widen.

You quickly pulled away and began apologizing profusely. “Ah I’m sorry! I meant to kiss you on the cheek, but you just turned your head right before I could!”

“It’s okay, Y/N!” she giggled, placing a hand over yours. “To be honest, I’ve been wanting to kiss you on the lips for a while now, but I’m just way too shy to initiate it.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief, placing a hand over your chest. “Oh thank goodness, I thought I just totally ruined this whole thing…”

“Speaking of which… what is ‘this whole thing?’” she asked suddenly. You met her eyes, which were sparkling with curiosity.

“Well, we’ve reached the age old ‘what are we’ conversation…” you chuckled anxiously. “I wouldn’t mind calling you my girlfriend, but I understand if you’re not ready to be exclusive just yet.”

She tapped her chin with her pointer finger, pursing her lips to playfully exaggerate her thoughtful expression. “Hm, well since we just had our first kiss, I think I have to be your girlfriend now.”

You laughed, lacing your fingers with hers. “You don’t have to do anything, but I appreciate the traditional mindset.” you joked.

“Well, I don’t have to do this either.” She gingerly placed a hand on your cheek and tilted her head to curve her lips into yours, on purpose this time. Your eyelids fluttered shut, indulging in the feeling of her lips on yours for a moment before you cautiously brought a hand up to her waist. It was sweet, and tasted like strawberries, and you didn’t want it to ever end. However, you had to pull back eventually, smiling at each other bashfully.

You put your free hand over hers, which was still on your cheek, and gave her a cheshire-cat-like grin. “Aren’t you supposed to be shy?”

Ryujin:

You both were at a laser tag place with all your friends, and things were getting intense. Hyunjin and Jiu had gone rogue and started a guerrilla warfare attack on everyone, and Bella and Heejin were trying to take them down. You were just trying your best to avoid being tagged, running from one hiding place to the other in a chaotic frenzy.

Suddenly, you heard a march of footsteps. Scared of being attacked, you made a run for it clear across the room. It was a risky move, but better than standing like a deer in the headlights. Just as you were about to reach the most vulnerable spot however, a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you down into a tunnel.

“Are you crazy? You could’ve gotten killed!” your rescuer yelled. It was a bit dark, but you immediately recognized it as Ryujin. She seemed to be the only other sane person in your group.

“I didn’t know what else to do.” you explained, breathing heavily from the exertion. “I thought someone was after me.”

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “They tried that tactic on me too. They must be getting desperate and wanting to take us as ransom.”

You laughed along with her, resting your back against the wall. “Thanks for saving my hide.”

“Anytime sweetheart.” she winked.

“Ugh, don’t be so greasy…” you cringe-laughed, hitting her on the arm playfully.

“What, you don’t like my flirting?” she mused, feigning shock and betrayal.

“I never said that.” you dared, turning towards her with your arms crossed as to mirror her. “I only meant, if you’re going to flirt with me, do it right.”

She gave you a small smirk, then inched closer to you. She began to brush your hair behind your ear and fiddle with the ends.

“I like what you did with your hair today. It’s really cute.” she complimented you in a low, husky voice.

You gulped. There was always a spark between you and Ryujin, but nothing had ever seem to come of it. You figured she was just flirty with everyone. However, you noticed she never went as far with Jiu or Bella, and Hyunjin and Heejin never flirted back with her. You guys definitely had a special dynamic. You just never knew what to call it. But it seemed like you would gain an answer soon enough.

“You’re a really beautiful girl/guy/person, you know that, right?” she asked rhetorically, eyes tracing over your features admiringly.

She brought a hand up to your cheek, turning your head from side to side as if examining you. “Such bright, sparkly eyes… a cute little nose….” Her gaze was fixed on your lips. “And don’t even get me started on those pretty lips. I’d kiss them, but… I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

She leaned forward, making you jut your head forward expectantly. Your eyes were about to flutter shut, when she suddenly pulled back.

“How was that?” she teased with a shit-eating grin.

You scoffed offendedly. “Ugh, I hate you Ryujin!”

She raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

You thought to yourself for a second about how you should match her energy. Then, without any warning, you threw a hand behind her neck and pulled her down to crash your lips against hers.

Her eyes gouged out of her head in shock, and she was frozen in place. You pressed your lips to hers for a few seconds, then pulled away with a satisfied smirk. However, soon after, her eyes darkened, and she was looking at you like she absolutely needed more of you. You looked at her hungrily, then dove in for another kiss. She was happy to meet you halfway, hands slipping around your waist to pull you closer.

Buzz!

“Ha! You guys are out!” someone screamed triumphantly.

You both whipped your heads around to see Jiu and Heejin standing at the entrance of the tunnel, guns in hand.

“You guys aren’t even on the same team!” you exclaimed frustratedly.

“We switched partners.” Jiu explained. “I can’t trust Hyunjin anymore.”

“Come on, I think I saw Bella across the room!” Heejin proposed, tugging Jiu away.

You and Ryujin both turned to each other in disbelief. Not only had you just had your first kiss, but you had lost laser tag.

“Well… you wanna go get a pizza and pick up where we left off?” she suggested, a pleasant smile on her face.

“I’d like that.” you told her. You held out your hand, and she took it, leading you both to the exit.

“Do you think they saw us kissing?”

“Who cares, they’re way too invested in the game anyway.”

Chaeryeong:

“Give it back Chae!” you demanded, lunging forward. She quickly jumped out of your trajectory, making you fall face first into the sofa cushion.

“No way! You’ve been keeping your crush a secret from me this whole time, and I’m gonna find out who it is one way or another!” she retaliated, clutching your phone to her chest.

“You can’t!” you pleaded, fumbling around like bambi on ice until you were back on your feet to chase after her.

The two of you were just hanging out at your apartment, waiting for the rest of the girls to show up so you could go out to dinner. However, Chaeryeong had just brought up the fact that Yeji told her you had confessed who your mystery crush was to her over text last night. You of course got defensive, because she was your crush. There was no way she could find out. And Chae being herself, promptly swiped your phone out of your hand and ran off with it.

“You’ll have to catch me first!” she teased, waving your phone around in the air.

You began chasing each other around your living room, ducking and diving past each other. Having no other escape, she hopped onto the coffee table for a vertical advantage, holding your phone up on the air. You tried jumping for it, but it was just too high up. Seeing no other option, you scooped her up in your arms and slammed her down on the couch.

“Give me my phone!” you ordered, pinning her down by her shoulders.

She had it caged between her hands in a tight grasp, refusing to let go. “No! Not until you tell me who your crush is!”

You tried prying her hands open, but she was just too strong. You feigned a defeated sigh, sitting up slightly.

“Fine. I didn’t want it to come to this, but you leave me no choice.” Then, without warning, you began relentlessly tickling her sides.

“No, Y/N, stop!” she pleaded, laughing uncontrollably. She began to squirm and kick her legs to no avail.

You couldn’t help the amused smile that made its way onto your face. “I’ll stop when you give me back my phone!”

With her growing weaker by the second, you finally managed to pry your phone out of her hands, tucking it into your back pocket. Still pinning her down, you loomed overtop of her victoriously.

She suddenly looked up at you with these huge doe eyes, and you realized just how tangled up the two of you were. Legs and arms a mess, sprawled out over the couch, clutching onto each other so you wouldn’t fall off…

You were both panting from the excursion, chests forced up against each other. You glanced down at her lips, which were plump and slightly parted. They seemed to be aching for you to kiss them, and her eyes were practically begging you to. In this moment, it felt right to lean down and brush your lips against hers, so you did. You must have been right, because she pushed her head up the tiniest bit to meet you in the middle.

The kiss was soft and innocent, your lips barely pressed against each others, but just enough to where you could feel each others’ longing. Through her lips, you could feel all of her, and how she wanted this just as much as you did.

When you pulled away, you were both breathless, staring at each other with wide eyes and parted lips.

“I guess I know who your crush is now.” she grinned triumphantly.

You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning down to kiss her again. “You’re such a dork.”

Yuna:

The two of you were hanging out at her place, eating pizza and watching the new episode of the drama you were currently watching together. It was becoming a weekly occurrence, and you would usually sleep over afterward. She insisted on you taking her bed, making herself a little blanket fort on the floor. However, right now you were both on the bed, her head resting on your shoulder as you watched the tv.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, he kissed her!” you squealed at the scene playing out. The main couple had finally gotten together.

“What’s the big deal?” Yuna asked apathetically, glancing up at you.

“What do you mean? They’re kissing!” you exclaimed, hands held out in front of you in exaggeration.

“I just don’t get why kissing is such a huge milestone.” she sighed. “I mean, if you really think about it, it’s just two people smashing their lips against one another. It’s kind of weird.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Wow Yuna, you’d think you’d have never been kissed before with the way you’re talking.”

She just sat their in silence, gaze shifting over to the other side of the room.

You gasped, sitting up. “Oh my gosh, have you never been kissed before?”

“Shut up!” she whined, pushing you playfully. “It’s embarrassing enough already to not have been kissed by the time you’re 19, you don’t need to rub it in!”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Yuna…” you reassured her. “You debuted as a 15 year old, and your company was probably really strict on dating rumors. It makes sense that you haven’t really had the opportunity to kiss anyone.”

“Yeah, but still… it’s been almost four years since we debuted, and it still hasn’t happenend…” she huffed, pouting slightly. “Like… what if something’s wrong with me?”

“Yuna, there is nothing wrong with you!” you giggled, grabbing her hands. “You’re perfectly fine. There’s plenty of people who would kill for the chance to kiss you.”

She laughed along with you, then squeezed your hands. “Thanks Y/N. It’s just…”

You looked at her comfortingly. “Yes, what is it?”

She looked down at her lap anxiously before meeting your eyes once again. “Can you be my first kiss?”

You were taken aback at the proposition. I mean, obviously you would love to kiss your beautiful best friend. But what if this changed you mr relationship forever?

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” she quickly explained. “I just…. want my first kiss to be with someone I trust, you know? Someone who could give me honest feedback.” She leaned forward to look up at you with sparkling eyes. “Please?”

You gulped, blinking a few times. I mean, how could you refuse when she asked so nicely?”

“Okay, I’ll do it.” you told her, straightening up your posture. You cautiously placed your hands on the sides of her face, prompting her to lift her chin up. You inhaled one last time, gathering your courage, and slowly leaned to down to graze her lips softly.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, and after a little while she was melting into the kiss, placing her arms up around your neck. The two of you crashed your lips against each other a few times, poking your tongue between your lips every now and again to wet them. Her hand went up into your hair to tug at the nape, and yours traveled down to rest on her lower back, feeling the bare skin under her crop top. Your chests were pressed against one another, making it easy to feel each others’ rapid heartbeats.

Before things got too steamy, you pulled back, releasing her lips from yours. Her eyes stayed close for a second, but opened again momentarily.

“Wow…” she breathed with the tiniest smile. “I totally understand why kissing is such a big deal.”

“Yeah?” you chuckled airily, still catching your breath. “You’re not disappointed at all?”

She shook her head. “Not in the slightest.”

You nodded, eyes shifting around the room awkwardly. “Um, it’s getting late isn’t it?”

“Yeah, we should probably go to bed!” she agreed, obviously happy to change the subject. She hopped off the bed to get comfortable in her little blanket fort. You both silently curled up into your sleeping positions, ignoring the obvious tension.

“Yuna?” you finally asked before turning the lights off.

“Hm?” she chirped, a satisfied smirk evident on her features.

“Do you wanna sleep up here tonight?”

She happily bounced up from her spot on the floor and under the covers with you, cuddling up to your side. You clicked the lights off and put an arm around her waist, trying hard not to think about how good she smelled, or how your heart was racing, or how warm your cheeks were getting. Maybe this had changed your friendship, but it seemed to be changing in a way that you both liked.

#girl group imagines #girl group fanfic #girl group scenarios #girl group x reader #itzy reactions #itzy imagines #itzy fanfic #itzy fluff #itzy scenarios #itzy writers #itzy x reader #yeji imagines #yeji x reader #lia x reader #lia imagines #ryujin scenarios #ryujin fluff #chaeryeong fluff #chaeryeong imagines #yuna x reader #yuna imagines

[snowddeong]

It's super stuck in my brain now so bleach tybw inspired Ryeji based off of haschwalth/bazz

Coincidentally the night they escape and hide out in the forrest is also the night Yhwach attacks and burns down the whole village. Ryujin swears revenge and Yeji swears to be by her side and support her any way she can. The plan is basically to enlist into the knight order, get close to Yhwach and kill him so they train with that in mind for like 5 years and keep getting closer but shit goes south when they head for conscription.

These are some of the slightly more detailed changes I wanna make but basically Ryujin is the daughter of their village's noble family and Yeji's a poor kid with a horrible home life. They meet in the woods, Yeji's really struggling to hunt and eventually after befriending Ryujin she learns about Quincy stuff, gets stronger and eventually can hunt on her own and starts bringing back more than a single rabbit. Her uncle gets suspicious and stops her from going out anymore so Ryujin helps her gtfo.

Yhawch is there and he realises Yeji is able to give and take away power just like him. He offers her a position as his advisor but before she can even consider Ryujin panics for her sake and tries to kill Yhwach. She fails and goes to try again but Yeji stops her cause she knows how powerful this mf is and that he WILL kill Ryujin. So for Ryujin's sake Yeji joins the Order and abandons Ryujin.

Ryujin does eventually also join the Order and rises in the ranks super quick but her motivation now is she hates Yeji for betraying her and wants an explanation wtf happened. Yeji meanwhile is doing everything for the sake of keeping Ryujin alive. Also they're gay

#idk if this counts as a summary even cause it's not but pfff #ryeji tybw au #also this is mostly focused on the Quincy side of things so I'm not gonna add shinigami or fullbringers really #they'll be a vague threat that yhwach wants to defeat or something #so the rest of itzy and jype gang will be quincy #also PINK HAIR RYUJIN #for Yeji idk I'm kinda leaning ginger girlie but we'll see

[spicymambaae]

I can see Winter getting really jealous over Karina.. angry sex?

Oooh I see your vision 😏

( Basically, Winter's jealousy spiraled out of control when she saw Karina fooling around with Ryujin on stage at the awards ceremony, leading to a heated argument at home. Karina's frustration took hold and pushed her to the brink. ) I got bit carried away sorry not sorry

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Winter stormed out of the bathroom, her quick shower doing little to wash away the simmering frustration. She slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing the anger that seemed to surround her. She just couldn’t shake the jealousy she felt.

“You know what, I’ve had enough, Winter.” Karina spat. “Maybe, you’re right. Maybe I should let Ryujin fuck me. At least someone will finally make me cum.”

Hearing this, a sinister smile creeped across Winter’s face as she turned her head to the side, releasing a chilling laugh. She then looked at Karina, eyes full of lust “Oh, baby, no one can make you cum like I do, and you know it!”

Winter pinned Karina to the wall, crashing their lips together and sliding her tongue into her mouth. They kissed hungrily, moaning into each other’s mouths as their hips bucked into each other.

“Fuck, Winter, I need you.” Karina moaned softly, her body responding to Winter’s touch.

Winter pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “You’re such a needy, slut.” She growled, her voice thick with anger “You need to be taught a lesson.”

Without waiting for a response, Winter began to undress Karina, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it away. Karina’s breasts were exposed, her nipples hard, ready to be sucked on.

“Get on your knees, Karina” Winter commanded, her voice low and husky.

Karina complied immediately, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the tension in her body.

“Show me your tongue!” Karina opened her mouth, revealing her wet, pink tongue. Winter couldn’t help but feel her pussy getting wet at the sight. Winter lowered her head and spat onto Karina’s tongue, who eagerly swallowed it.

Winter roughly grabbed Karina's hair, and pulled her head closer to her sex.

“Babe…”

"Shut up and fuck me with your mouth." Winter whispered hoarsely.

Karina began with circular movements of her tongue, and then licked up and down Winter’s slick folds, dragging a long, satisfied sigh out of her. Winter's neediness was evident as she started rubbing her pussy all over Karina's mouth, humping her face in desperation.

"Fuck, Karina. Don't tease me, just lick my clit." Karina slowly ran her tongue over Winter's clit. Winter moaned in pleasure, her body arched as she felt the first waves of orgasm building within her.

"Harder, you slut. Make me cum." Karina obliged, increasing the pace and intensity of her licks. Winter continued to rub her pussy against Karina's mouth, her arousal growing stronger.

"Uughhh, fuck, yes! That's it, make me cum on your face." As Winter's orgasm approached, she pulled Karina's head even closer, using her grip on Karina's hair to force her tongue deeper into her pussy. Winter's moans grew louder, her body shaking as she finally erupted in a powerful orgasm.

“Good girl. You made me cum so good” Winter grabbed Karina’s face, sucked eagerly her lips covered in cum and slowly dragged her tongue along the side of her face like a dog marking its territory. “We’re not done yet. I need to remind you who you belong to.”

With that Winter shoved her to her knees.

“Do you know why you’re on your knees, whore? Karina shook her head, her heart raced with excitement. She was on all fours, her ass in the air, her pussy wet and waiting. Winter approached her from behind, her eyes dark with lust.

“You’re on your knees, because you seem to forget who your pussy belongs to,” Winter cut herself off, hitting a hard spank on the left cheek. Karina moaned, her body propelling forward, to then offer her ass to Winter again. “You love it, don’t you? You love to be spanked, you naughty little slut.”

Karina purred with pleasure at Winter’s words. Winter growled, spreading Karina’s ass and burying her face in it. Her tongue came into contact with her puckered hole, dragging a loud moan from her lover, who pushed her hips back. Winter slid her tongue down, playing with Karina’s pussy, to then snake it over her swollen clit. She slid her tongue down and stopped at the entrance to then slowly push her tongue deep inside Karina’s pussy.

Karina moaned, her body arching as Winter's tongue explored every inch of her pussy. Karina snaked her hand between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit only her hand to be slapped away by Winter.

“That’s my fucking pussy, and you don’t get to touch it unless I say so. Do you understand?” Winter аsked, punishing her with another slap to her ass.

“Yes, baby. It’s your pussy. It’s all for you,” Karina moaned.

With a smug look of satisfaction on her face, Winter lowered her head once again, taking Karina's clit into her mouth, sucking it hard until her cheeks were hollow and releasing it right after, to then repeat it all over again. “Oh fuck, Winter! I’m gonna cum!”

Winter didn’t stop, her tongue was relentless as Karina squirmed and the lewd sounds of her wet pussy echoed in their ears. Finally, Karina collapsed onto the floor, her body spent, her pussy pulsating from the orgasm that washed over her in waves.

“I’m not done yet.” With that Winter grabbed Karina’s hips and helped her stand on all fours again. She brought her index finger to her entrance, penetrating her quickly. Karina let out a whimper due to the sudden invasion.

“Just look at how your pussy swallows my finger, feel it…” Winter fucked Karina slowly, but with the necessary force, dragging loud moans from her.

“Fuck, baby, you make me feel soo good, please keep going” Karina moaned in desperation. With that, Winter stood up, her front glued to Karina’s ass. She began to finger Karina roughly, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Winter's other hand reached around her waist to flick her clit, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through Karina’s body.

“Oohh ffuu..shii.shiit…shittt, I’m cumming” Karina screamed as another orgasm racked through her body.

“Such a good girl. You belong to me, and I'll do with you as I please."

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sorry if there are any mistakes; grammar check yet to be done

#aespa smut #winrina smut #jiminjeong smut #karina smut #winter smut #kpop smut #kim minjeong #aespa karina #aespa winter #yu jimin #aespa fanfic

[straykidsholicleigh]

perfect

pairing: idol!ryujin x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, drabble thing

warnings: established relationship, cunnilingus, use of names (ryujin calls reader pretty thing), hair pulling, overstimulation, ryujin is hot-

a/n: I love her sm 🫠🫠

credits: dividers by @cafekitsune ♡.

It was a sunday night, almost 12 am as Ryujin was practicing late in the dance studio. You never considered yourself a great dancer, but you were there to monitor her, to watch her.

You watched as she gracefully moved her hips to the beat, singing along as her pink hair danced with her. You smiled to yourself, wondering how you managed to get such a beautiful and kind girlfriend like Ryujin.

You met at a cafè where you accidentally spilled your coffee all over her as she smiled, reassuring that it was fine while she wiped her crop top with a tissue. She gave you her number and you talked about a lot of things, growing a liking for this kpop idol. A few months later, you noticed you were growing feelings for Ryujin, an attraction towards her. As of 2021, you both were happily dating, which lead kfans into a frenzy, but both of you couldn't care less.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as Ryujin snapped her fingers in front of you, panting with her hands on her waist. "You with me?" She asked, tilting her head back a bit as sweat dripped down her neck. God, she looked so hot.

"Yeah, I'm here." You answered back, your eyes getting lost in hers.

She smiled, her tongue poking against her cheek as she eyed you up and down. "Whats on your mind, pretty girl?" She asked as you blushed at the nickname, running your hands through your hair. "Well," You started, your eyes falling to her pretty, pink lips. "If it's not too much to ask, could you... ease the tension between my legs?” Ryujin smirked at your answer, already kneeling down in front of you as her delicate fingers worked towards removing your shorts, pulling your panties down in the process.

"So that's why you were staring at me earlier? hmm? wanted me to eat your pretty cunt? Is that it?” Your cheeks heated up the more she kept on talking, soft moans leaving your lips as she licked up your glistening pussy, her hands spreading your thighs further apart. Her lips wrapped around your aching bud as she gently sucked, your back arching of the couch as a moan slipped past your lips.

"Ryu, it's so good!” You moaned, your fingers threading into her soft hair. She chuckled against you, the vibrations shooting straight up against your core, making you flinch. “Oh god, im so close!” You breathed out, legs trembling as Ryujin continued to eat you out. “Cum for me then, pretty thing.” She mumbled, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Ohh, shit! C-cumming!" You screamed, your free hand forming a fist against your lips as you eyes screwed shut, Ryujin working her fingers in and out of you as your orgasm washed over you. She continued to suck for a while, smirking as you flinched from overstimulation while she pulled two more orgasms out of you.

Once she was satisfied, she got up from the couch, admiring your pliant figure before her. You hair was messy, mouth agape as your eyes fluttered, your body twitching every now and then. She bent down to your level as she kissed your cheek, caressing the other. She smiled down at you, her bangs covering her eyes.

“Perfect...” She whispered, only for you to hear as your heart fluttered.

nal tto geondeuryeo, nun apeul garyeo bojiman (ah ooh) nae balgeoreum ape ur gonna know, ur all gonna know 💅

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[ryudaeng]

WHAT THE FUCK PINK HAIRED RYUJIN IS BACK!!!!!!!!

#LOOK ATHERNTJFKRN #ryujin #era:borntobe

[ryuluvr]

livestream. (wlw, smut)

summary: you’re a popular cam!girl and ask your girlfriend, shin ryujin, to make a special appearance one evening.

warnings: dom!ryujin, cam!girl!reader, strap (reader receiving), praise & degradation generally used together, rough, masturbation, mommy kink.

word count: 1.6k

requested: yes! tysm for sending this in!!

you wave to the webcam as a sweet smile forms on your face, the livestream finally connecting like planned. as per your schedule, you went live from your spacious bedroom every wednesday, friday and sunday to give your viewers a personalised show.

“hi everyoneee!” you cheerfully greeted your viewers as you watched the comments roll in - some complimenting you, some asking how you are, but most asking what the plan was for tonights stream. amused with the engagement, you adjust yourself on your seat before parting your lips to respond.

“i actually have a surprise for today’s stream! i’m certain a lot of you will be very pleased.” a light giggle follows and your cheeks flush a pink shade just from the thought of the session to follow, knowing the secret was that your girlfriend was to join in on the fun.

you deeply inhale and exhale as the anticipation builds up inside you. this has been your little side job for multiple months now, but it’s still just as exciting knowing people were watching you get off as when you first started. it wasn't entirely about making money for you. after connecting with your viewers for a while, you proceeded with tonights stream, leaning back into your gaming chair with your legs spread wide and gently resting over the arms of it. your dominant hand trails down to your core and your fingers lightly touch your clit from over your black lace lingerie, tracing circles over it causing a soft moan to leave your lips. you increased pressure after a couple minutes due to your patience growing thin, feeling dizzy due to the pleasure. “ah fuck..” your pace quickened and you felt your pussy aching, but the sudden sound of the bedroom door opening made you freeze in your tracks. it was ryujin.

your girlfriend entered wearing her jet black sports bra and matching pants, her hair down and messy, which you secretly loved. after what felt like minutes of admiring her beauty your eyes locked in on the strap she was gripping onto. it wasn’t shocking to you since its been used before, but you just haven’t been fucked on camera with it up until now. but with the way you’re so worked up right now, you’re desperate for it to be inside you — desperate to be fucked completely senseless by ryujin for your hundreds of viewers.

“hi, baby..” ryujin spoke to you almost as low as a grown, smirking at you before turning to the webcam and waving at everyone. her face from her nose up was out of shot, but generally she's never afraid to show herself.

instinctively, your hand rests back over your clothed but sopping core causing you to whine softly. your girlfriend wasted no time adjusting the strap on herself perfectly, afterwards slipping her bra off over her head, as well as yours, and tossed them both to the ground without a single care.

“ryu, please…” you couldn’t stay still and ryujin found that cute. you’re always so eager for her. she leaned down towards you in the chair and firmly took your arm in her hand, silently leading you towards the bed where she ordered you to lay and you obliged.

“don’t worry, guys.” ryujin whispered to the viewers as she quickly pushed the chair out of view to reveal the bed behind it, the smirk visible on her lips.

after making her way back over to you, your girlfriend wraps her long, slender fingers around the strap and you immediately buck your hips up in desperation.

“pull your panties to the side, baby. let me see that pretty pussy.” her words made you whimper louder than you wanted to but you never moved faster, moving the material to the right only to reveal your slick-covered core. it glistened in the bedroom light and the cold air hitting it caused you to hiss, your legs spreading wider without giving it any thought.

“that’s it, good girl.” ryujin chuckled right before she spoke, two of her fingers moving down to catch your juices by your entrance. “how bad do you want it? you wanna be fucked like a slut, huh? tell me, baby."

in response you sat up a little, keeping yourself up by your elbows, your eyes eventually leaving the strap to set on ryujins lips. she quickly noticed this and bent down to meet you at your level, hungrily pressing her lips against yours, her tongue asking for entrance, which you obviously allow. your mind grew foggy with each second that passed, beginning to feel drunk off the way her soft lips moved against yours. the sudden feeling of ryujin's middle finger poking at your entrance made you pull away and lightly gasp, but the other woman wasn't having any of it. her lips crashed against yours once more as she slipped her finger into your wet pussy, not giving you much time to adjust before moving it in and out of you.

"i said tell me you want me. come on, you can do that, right? or is my baby finding it hard to think?" she muttered against your lips.

all you could do for now is moan out multiple "please"s and "need you"s in response, your girlfriend's pace quickening. it is true - you can't ever form a single thought in that dirty mind of yours when she has her way with you and that wasn't going to change for quite a while.

ryujin mumbled something under her breath as she felt your walls clench around her fingers, attentively watching how you wildly bucked up your hips in an attempt to feel her even deeper. she soon took her fingers out of you, which felt like torture in the moment, and she lifted them to her mouth to lick them completely clean.

"you taste so sweet, angel. you ready?" your girlfriend asked in a soft tone and you took no time to answer "yes". after taking the strap back in her hand, she pressed the tip against your slit, gently pushing the whole length into you. your back pressed against the bed like before and your arm moved up to cover your face, whining loudly to your embarrassment. ryujin adjusts herself above you, her eyes dark and full of lust now. she took your wrist in her hand and held it above your head, your free hand reaching down to rub light circles over your sensitive clit as she fucked into you. it started off fairly gentle but quickly became more rough and borderline animalistic, it starting to dawn on you that it wouldn't take you many minutes to come at this point.

your pornographic moans and gasps filled the room, ryujin moving at such an urgent pace you could barely handle it. your cheeks flushed a dark pink shade as you noticed the sound of your wetness, your walls compliantly sucking ryujin in.

"you're taking mommy so well, baby. such a good little whore for me, huh?" ryujin growled close to your ear, her breathing growing more ragged with every sharp thrust she made. she knew talking to you like this would send you over the edge. she never expects any coherent words in response, no, but she just loves watching you turn into a needy dumb mess for her.

your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the bedsheets beneath you and your girlfriend. your back arched upwards to follow, a series of whimpers and moans escaping your lips that so desperately missed hers. "fuck- ryu... mommy, i can't!" you practically screamed out in pure pleasure as you neared your climax, ryujin letting out a low moan when she noticed the ring of your arousal forming at the base of the strap. you knew this would leave you sore for days but you couldn't care less.

"cum for me, fuck.. cum for mommy." your girlfriend practically slammed into you and the ceiling moved in your sight with every thrust, ryujin's breath catching as you began to tense up. your fingers on your swollen clit worked more aggressively now and you let out the most obscene moans possible, coming completely undone in an instant. your orgasm shuddered through your entire body and your eyes squeezed shut, ryujin making sure to fuck you nicely through it all. you couldn't think, couldn't comprehend anything. you hesitantly opened your eyes back up and took your fingers off of your sensitive clit once you came back down from your high, ryujin slowing down until she came to a total stop. involuntarily, your whole body twitched underneath her and you were aware if you tried to get up your legs would let you down. you were quite literally seeing stars.

your girlfriend patiently waited for you to come back to your senses before gently pulling the strap out of your pussy, the string of slick and cum still connecting the two. she flopped down beside you after pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, deciding to lay down flat on her back. not for a single moment did her eyes leave yours, and it was evident in this moment that you both forgot you still had an audience.

"so good for me, baby. good job." ryujin's tone was somehow softer than before, however her next request caused a quiet whine to leave your lips. she deeply exhaled as she tapped just to the side of the strap base, licking her lips no more than two times.

"i wanna watch my baby girl ride me. don't worry, I'll hold you up." she teased - you could tell she was getting cocky but god, you loved it.

"I'm not done playing with you yet."

#ryujin imagines #shin ryujin #ryujin smut #itzy smut #wlw smut #girl group smut #fxf smut #girl group #ryujin itzy #ryujin #girl group smut fxf #smut #kpop nsft #wlw nfst #wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #itzy ryujin #itzy imagines #lesbian nsft #lesbian fanfic

[theharrowing]

Collateral 🗡️ POV: Jimin

Jimin learns that his boyfriend played a role in his recent attack and he decides to get revenge. 

Or, the one where Jimin attempts to kill a man, but needs to call for help, and 2seok arrive to take care of more than just a dead body.

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if you do not wish to perceive any POV that is not the main character, please feel free to skip this one!

🗡️Jimin x his ex, Jimin x Seokjin x Hoseok

🗡️ word count: 9.7k

🗡️ mafia au, complicated relationships, graphic violence, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+

🗡️ warnings: power bottom Jimin with ex; bottom/sub Jimin & top/dom Seokjin with allusions to top/dom Hoseok. drugging someone using cocaine laced with pharmaceuticals with the intention of killing them; use of anal plug; anal sex; restraining someone against their will; sex pivots from consensual to dubious; cocaine use; murder; being cradled in the bosom of one friend while the other suffocates his dying boyfriend with a pillow; bdsm dynamics; wearing a collar; sounding - use of sounding rod; safewords; subspace; allusions to blowjob & anal fingering with the promise of sex.

🗡️ notes: mc is referred to in 3rd person (she/her) pronouns for this chapter! i don't have Jimin's relationship tagged in the overall fic because this is the first and last time we know him by name and it feels insignificant. this chapter is a bit brutal at times. heed the warnings.

🗡️ early draft beta read by @blog-name-idk - but it has undergone some pretty big non-beta’d edits

🗡️ posted feb. 2024 - originally nov. 2022 | read on ao3

Jimin stares at his reflection in the vanity mirror. He has recently colored his hair a nice medium brown, and his gaze traces the waves that perfectly rest over his forehead, marveling at a job well done. 

Beauty is a weapon that Jimin hones and uses expertly, and this new look of his is simply an act of sharpening his blade.

R&B music plays constantly through speakers placed in every corner of the room, setting the mood while Jimin slowly and delicately applies a dusting of pink eyeshadow, highlighting with white below the brows, and finishing with soft black lines along his lids that peak in a faint cat eye at the ends. Then he applies mascara and dots gemstones along his brows and beneath his eyes.

His right eye is still bruised with deep blues and purples surrounding the socket, but the swelling has gone down, and Jimin rather likes how dramatic it looks dusted in shimmery pink. 

To complete the look, Jimin applies a light pink gloss to his lips, then gently blots on a deep red eyeshadow just to the scabbed-over slit on the right side that has been healing nicely. The injury stands out, and one would never know a touch of powder has been added to accentuate it. 

"Perfect," Jimin says with a grin as he sits back in his chair in only his briefs and takes in his reflection. 

Jimin promised Yoongi he would lay low because it was the only way he figured he would have the freedom to return as quickly as possible and enact his revenge without the others worrying too much about him. The moment he left the mansion, he drove straight to his suite at Paradise. He feels guilty for lying, but lying is one of the few privileges Jimin has always had, and at times it comes as second nature to him.

Taehyung had let it slip that Jimin's soon-to-be ex-boyfriend is associated with the man who attacked him. While the family men were beating information out of the man, he name-dropped Jiyong and mentioned he is one of Ryujin's men who had been sent to spy on the family. 

Jimin hates that he was not a bit surprised to hear the rumor. He had been having suspicions for several weeks that Jiyong may have been up to something, and he has recently been keeping him at arm's length and not inviting him to any of the mansions. Since keeping Jiyong away from the property, his attitude has begun to take a turn, and he has been unpredictable and moody, which Jimin now attributes to him being unable to complete his mission. 

So, naturally, Jimin has decided the only thing left to do is corner the man, apply a little pressure, and force him to speak, all while slowly killing him. And what better place to do so than in the comfort of his suite at Paradise, where no one will dare interfere with his actions? 

His usual guard, who is already stationed outside his room, has been informed to ignore any screaming he may hear—aside from a safeword that Jimin has chosen, of course. The room is bugged for his safety, and Jimin tries not to imagine all the things his trusty guard has heard over the years. After all, that is how he was saved from the beating that could have ended up being a lot worse.

Jimin steps back from the vanity and gives himself one more glance before sliding down from his tall makeup chair and walking to his closet. The room is nearly the size of his suite, with rows of clothing, costumes, bondage gear, jewelry, footwear, and other accessories. He walks to the first rack, which is lined with robes and lingerie, and he grabs a mesh black knee-length, long-sleeve robe with feathers lining the hems. 

Beneath the robe, all Jimin wears is tight pink briefs, and he ties the black cord around his waist loose enough to allow plenty of skin to stay exposed, showcasing several semi-faded bruises on his chest and neck. Jimin considers painting over those with a little makeup as well, but a light knock on his suite door indicates that his time to prepare has come to an end. 

"One moment, jagi!" Jimin calls from the closet. 

He smooths his hands down the soft mesh of his garment and pulls his lips into a sweet, practiced smile. All the world is a stage, and Jimin is ready to put on a final performance for Jiyong. 

With one last glance around the suite, Jimin confirms that everything is in place, and he turns off the closet light and walks to the door. The room is simple, with a large bed in the corner and shelves of sex toys between the bed and the closet door. There is a tiny kitchenette between the closet and the en suite bathroom, where Jimin can prepare something small to eat, but he only uses the space to store alcohol and the occasional snack. 

There used to be a small dining table and chairs, but after the attack, Jimin had all superfluous furniture removed, leaving only the bed, makeup chair, and vanity. He had come too close to getting the back of his head bashed into the corner of the hardwood of the table, and he does not want to take the chance again. 

The lighting is dim, with pink and purple lights giving the room a bit of a romantic glow. On the bed are black satin sheets with wrist restraints tucked just below the pillows for bondage play. 

Jimin loves being restrained and made helpless during sex. There is something he finds so addicting about handing over all control and being used as his partner pleases. Of course, bondage play is reserved only for people who Jimin trusts. Even so, the restraints he ordinarily uses have a safety mechanism to allow him to break out of them easily, should he need to. 

The restraints currently nestled under Jimin's pillow have no such mechanism. 

When Jimin opens the door wide and takes in the sight before him, his smile nearly falters. Jiyong's hair is black, short, and messy—framing his handsome face nicely—like he rolled out of bed moments before arriving. He wears a simple white tee tucked into blue jeans, and Jimin wonders how it would look with bright, deep crimson red spreading over the thin, white fabric. 

"Hey, baby boy," Jiyong says as he eyes Jimin's attire with a smirk. "When you said you wanted to speak in private I didn't realize you meant you wanted to fuck. I would have put a little more effort into my appearance."

Jimin takes a step forward and rubs his hands over Jiyong's chest. He can feel his heart beating gently behind his ribs, and he tilts his head slightly down to capture Jiyong's lips in a chaste but sweet kiss. 

"I had plans to just talk," Jimin mutters against Jiyong's lips. "But then I thought about how long it's been since we've had some time for just ourselves and I couldn't resist changing into something more enticing."

"Enticing?" Jiyong responds with a grin. "You're absolutely breathtaking, baby." 

Jimin doesn't miss the way Jiyong's gaze lingers on his bruised eye and split lip as he grips onto his shirt and backs into the suite. He glances over Jiyong's head, making eye contact with the guard who stands with his arms crossed in the hall, just opposite his door. The guard nods once, and Jimin tugs Jiyong over the threshold and closes the door, which locks behind them. 

"Let me fix us a drink, okay?" Jimin suggests, and Jiyong nods as he eagerly reaches for the black cord around Jimin's waist that holds his robe closed. Jimin swats at his hands and giggles as he backs away. 

"Have a seat," Jimin says as he nods to the bed.

Jiyong does as instructed and sits on the edge of the bed. He rubs his hands over the dark sheets and keeps his eyes fixed on Jimin, who saunters over to the kitchenette while keeping his attention partially on Jiyong as best as he can. 

Jimin pulls two short, round glasses from a small drying rack on the counter and grabs a decanter of whiskey that Yoongi gifted him, pulling the intricately designed triangle crystal top off with an inviting pop as the rubber stopper comes loose from the opening. He pours them both a finger of whiskey and puts the decanter top back on, pushing it nice and firm to create an air-tight seal. 

"Whoa," Jiyong calls from the bed, "using the special occasion whiskey?"

Jimin hums and turns to Jiyong with a smile. "That's right. Jeonggukie also gave me some new product that I would like you to try. I had a sniff shortly before you got here, and I feel incredible."

"Damn, starting without me?" Jiyong chides. 

On a small mirror, Jimin has racked up a nice thick line of cocaine, triazolam, and codeine. He brings it over to the bed with an already rolled-up note and hands it to Jiyong, then turns back to the kitchenette for the glasses of whiskey. Jiyong wastes no time snorting the concoction. 

First, there's a hiss, then a gasp. Jimin turns to Jiyong with wide, worried eyes, and much to his pleasure, he watches as his darling boyfriend struggles to hold his composure. Snorting the medications could not have felt good, Jimin thinks to himself. Probably it burns his cocaine-raw skin like crazy.

"Everything alright?" Jimin asks sweetly.

"Fuck's in this?"

Jimin chuckles, adding a lilt of playfulness at the end. "Cocaine, silly."

Jiyong taps on his nostril with the knuckle of his bent index finger and sniffs several times. "Smells off. You said this was new?"

"Just came in last night."

"And you had some?"

Jimin hums and hands Jiyong his whiskey. "I did," he lies with a soft smile.

The line Jimin racked up was pretty thick, even for an avid user such as Jiyong, and he smiles as he grabs the empty mirror from the bed and sets it onto a nearby nightstand. It is astounding, really, how someone who snorts so much cocaine does not immediately find something off about the powder and refuse to snort it. 

None of the family men would have been that stupid. But, then again, none of them do drugs outside of what Jeongguk supplies.  

Jiyong swirls his whiskey and gives it a smell, then sips it slowly, and Jimin holds back laughter at his newfound paranoia. Originally, he had planned on mixing the pills in his whiskey, but after some trial runs, the powder of the crushed-up medication was always detectable, either visually or by taste. 

"Alright," Jiyong says as he adjusts his posture, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. He winces as he sniffles loudly. "What's the special occasion?"

Jimin holds his drink out toward Jiyong, which Jiyong taps his glass gently against, and as Jimin shoots back the bittersweet liquid, Jiyong follows suit and does the same. 

"Get on the bed, jagi," Jimin says. "I want to give you my good news with your cock buried deep in my ass."

Jiyong coughs, seemingly shocked by Jimin's words, and Jimin laughs as he leans to give him a weak pat on the back. As Jiyong bends forward and attempts to catch his breath, Jimin peels the empty glass from his fingers and sets both glasses beside the mirror on the nightstand. Also on the small, black table is his silver vial of unlaced cocaine.

Perhaps it is selfish, Jimin thinks, but despite his overwhelming desire to dig his claws into Jiyong and kill him with his own two hands, he wants to fuck him one last time. He even went through the trouble of prepping himself, just in case the pills kick in too quickly.

Jiyong stands from the bed and stumbles forward a step before correcting himself, and Jimin watches as panic flashes over his face while he begins to undress. He leaves his clothing in a heap beside the bed and sits naked on the mattress, cock half-hard and looking heavy between his legs. 

"Lay down, jagi," Jimin instructs, and Jiyong smirks as he scoots back on the black silk, then rotates himself to lay with his head on the center pillow. 

Jimin bites his lip and swishes his hips to the soft R&B that plays overhead as he rubs his hands down over his pecs and tummy, then back up, feeling the soft black fabric of his mesh robe. Jiyong watches intently, following the movement of Jimin's hands, and Jimin approaches and bends slightly at the hips as he sticks his hands under the robe to gather the hem of his briefs and pull them down. 

"Gonna keep the robe on?" Jiyong asks with a grin.

Jimin nods, feeling rather femme fatale, and saunters over to the bed, wasting no time to climb on top and straddle his boyfriend's hips one last time. 

"I prepped myself," he says sweetly, giggling as Jiyong's eyes go wide, and he reaches behind Jimin to feel for himself. 

A small burst of pleasure shivers through Jimin when Jiyong's fingers touch the end of the metal anal plug, and he lets out an exaggerated moan and throws his head back. Jiyong tugs on the toy a few times, then slowly begins to pull it out, sparking Jimin to let out a genuine moan as he falls forward into Jiyong's chest. 

"So eager you prepped yourself," Jiyong teases as he tosses the plug aside and presses two long fingers into Jimin's stretched-out hole, forcing a sob to fall from between his lips. 

"Need you now," Jimin moans, rolling his hips and fucking himself onto Jiyong's fingers. 

Jiyong reaches beneath Jimin with his other hand and grabs his cock. He presses against Jimin's hole, in which his fingers are still buried, and Jimin trembles and slaps Jiyong on the chest. 

"One or the other," he complains, feeling horny and impatient. 

Jiyong pulls his fingers out and gives Jimin's ass a light slap, groaning, "Alright, alright." 

As soon as Jiyong presses his cock head into Jimin's ass, Jimin takes over and sits up, rocking his hips gently despite the overwhelming stretch. Jiyong slides his hands over Jimin's ass, grips him with intention, but then drops his arms to his sides. A light sigh leaves Jiyong, and Jimin opens his eyes to find him staring at the ceiling, looking spaced out. 

"What's the matter, Ji?" Jimin purrs as he picks up his pace, rolling his hips up and crashing them down.

Grunts and groans come from Jiyong, and he blinks several times. Finally, he mutters, "What was in that cocaine?"

Jimin slows his hips to a languid pace and grabs both of Jiyong's hands. He pulls both hands above his head and leans forward, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. 

"What do you mean?" Jimin asks sheepishly.

"I feel...fuck. Tired."

Jimin hums, reaches above Jiyong's hand to tug on a thick black strap that runs from the bed frame, to just under his pillow, and pulls out a black leather wrist cuff. Jiyong does not enjoy being restrained, so Jimin works fast to secure the cuff, which locks in place with a velcro strap that wraps around the entire wrist. 

"What—" Jiyong yanks at his restraint and attempts to claw at the velcro with his other hand. "Jimin, this isn't funny."

Jimin, who continues to slowly fuck himself on Jiyong's cock, fishes out the second restraint and wrestles it onto his wrist. Jiyong grunts in a feeble attempt to beg Jimin to free him, but he doesn't seem to have a lot of strength left in him, and the words die on his tongue. Jimin giggles as he tightens the velcro, then he sits back up and bounces his hips high, slamming them down hard, hoping to cum fast before he loses him completely. 

"Triazolam and codeine," Jimin moans as he throws his head back.

"Wh—"

"The cocaine," Jimin groans as he makes eye contact with a very heavy-lidded Jiyong. "I laced it with triazolam and codeine."

Jiyong rocks his hips as if in a panic, possibly attempting to shake Jimin off, but it does him no good. Jimin is close anyway, and he snakes one hand into his robe to squeeze at his leaking cock head, hissing from the burst of pleasure that the contact brings. 

"Don't you want to make me cum, baby?" Jimin asks, moaning through each word as his high increases.

Jiyong stammers, "Of c-course."

"It's a shame I'll never cum on this cock again," Jimin whines as he rubs the dribbled streak of precum down his shaft. 

"Jimin," Jiyong mutters, "what are you doing?"

Jimin feels so close. He picks up his pace, squeezes his eyes shut, and sobs out as his orgasm rocks through him. He catches all of his release in his hand and leans his weight on his other hand, which presses into Jiyong's chest. 

Despite bringing himself quickly to orgasm, everything feels lackluster, and Jimin sighs as he lifts his hips and drops Jiyong's still-hard cock out of him.

Originally, he wanted to blacken Jiyong's eye and split his lip as the other man had done to him, but now that Jimin comes down from his high, he just feels disappointed. He feels sad. 

"Was this relationship a sham from the start or did Shin recently buy you?"

Horror widens Jiyong's heavy eyes. "Ji-Jimin, p-please."

"Answer me!" Jimin shrieks, balling his fist as his cum runs down his wrist. 

"I'm sorry, Jimin," Jiyong mutters. "Please f-forgive me."

"Forgive you for what, exactly?"

Jimin dismounts Jiyong and gets off the bed. He picks up his pink briefs and wipes his hand off with it, then grabs his silver vial of cocaine from the nightstand, unscrews the top, and brings the attached tiny metal spoon to his nose. 

"I w-was just supposed to sp-spy on the family," Jiyong mutters pathetically.

Jimin sniffs back the drug, dips the spoon in once more, and sniffs a second small pile into the other nostril. Then he screws the top back onto the vial and holds it tight in his fist as Jiyong continues.

"I wasn't...su-supposed to f-fall in love."

Anger and bile rise up Jimin's throat, and he turns to Jiyong with a frown. "Don't you fucking dare!"

"I d-do love you," Jiyong whines, and Jimin's fist trembles. He wants to punch Jiyong until his face is unrecognizable. But he doesn't want to fuck up his hands; Jimin needs his hands. 

"You love me? Which is why you sent someone to beat me up? Weird fucking way to show your love, Ji!"

Jiyong squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. A tear falls down the side of his face, the sight of which just adds to Jimin's fury.

"I didn't k-know—he wasn't supposed to do th..." Jiyong trails off, face falling to the side.

Jimin approaches and slaps Jiyong several times on the cheek. Jiyong startles and opens his eyes wide and pleadingly. 

"Baby," Jiyong whines.

"If you confess to me what happened I will unrestrain you, force you to vomit the pills, and we can part ways and call this done," Jimin lies. "Otherwise, you are going to die."

Jiyong's eyes open wide, and he swallows hard. "I was Sh-Shin's man from the start. But I stopped giving her inf-information. That's why she sent that guy, who—who—. He was supposed to rough up me. Not you. I'm sor-sorry."

"Ryujin sent you to spy on us, and then you got too close and betrayed her? So she sent a man to set you straight and he attacked me instead? Is that what happened?"

Jiyong nods frantically, eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head. "P-please, you can't leave me here to die. Someone will f-find out."

"People overdose in these rooms every week, jagi. Nobody will ask questions when Yoongi's men are the ones handing your body over to the morgue."

A weak, garbled sob comes from Jiyong, who attempts to scratch at his restraints. He kicks his feet out, but it is clear that his limbs are too heavy to move very well, and he gives up, curling on himself as best as he can as he cries. 

And Jimin, who thought he had everything under control, sobs before he can stop himself. In the six months that he and Jiyong have been spending time together, he has managed to catch feelings. 

They were compatible. They fit together nicely. And it was all a lie, doomed from the start because he was sent by the enemy and chose to keep that a secret even as they got close. 

The worst part is that if Jiyong had been honest with him about betraying Ryujin, they could have tried to make it work. It would have been an uphill battle, but he would have done his best to trust him.

Jimin turns away from the bed in time for tears to fall in heavy streams down his face. He can't do this. He can't follow through with the murder. He needs help. 

On the vanity counter sits Jimin's phone, and he walks over and picks it up in shaky hands, dialing Yoongi's number. Yoongi answers after one ring.

"Hello?"

"Hyung," Jimin sobs, voice squeaking. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Jiminah," Yoongi responds firmly. "I could never be mad at you. Tell me what is happening. What do you need?"

"I c-came to Paradise," Jimin hiccups. "I brought Jiyong and I drugged him but I can't finish him. I need help, hyung."

Yoongi chuckles. It is soft and bright, and it takes Jimin by surprise. He can't help but smile slightly from the sound.

"Jiminah, what did I tell you about trying to do everything by yourself?"

"I know," Jimin whines, feeling pathetic. "I'm sorry."

"Seokjin and Hoseok are at House of Cards. I can send them over now, or I can come to you in the next thirty or so minutes."

"S-Seokjin-hyung is fine."

"Don't cry, okay, Jiminie? Your hyungs will take care of it."

"Th-thank you, hyung."

The line goes dead, and Jimin lowers his phone from his ear. There was a part of him that feared Yoongi would be disappointed in him for going against his wishes of laying low. But he should know by now that Yoongi could never be disappointed in him. He has said as much many times, and he has never shown signs of faltering. 

Jimin takes a fortifying breath and holds it in his lungs before breathing it out slowly. His phone vibrates in his hand, and he lifts it to find a notification from Seokjin that says, "Be there in 5." 

Hyungs will take care of everything, Jimin reminds himself. They always do. 

The room is still and silent, and Jimin glances at the man on his bed—naked and breathing deeply, fast asleep. Jimin wasn't sure how much it would take to force an overdose, and his original plan was to smother him in the event that the pills were not enough. But now that he faces the need to finish the task, his arms feel shaky and weak. 

Jimin is not a killer. He may be family to a pack of ruthless men, but Jimin cannot bring himself to kill someone. 

With one more deep exhale, Jimin returns to his closet and grabs the clothes he came dressed in—a black long-sleeve velvet button-up and lace-front leather pants. 

The intention was to go to the club and find someone to fuck away his frustration with, but now as he slides on the thick leather pants, he does not feel like doing much of anything. He even considers finding something else to wear since it will be Seokjin and Hoseok taking him home, but he doesn't have the strength to choose a new outfit. Maybe his hyungs will consider his outfit amusing. 

Jimin manages to loosely tuck his shirt into the front of his pants before there are three firm knocks on the door. Seokjin always knocks thrice. Jimin smiles weakly to himself and shuts off the light in his closet, then makes his way to the door, keeping his eyes off Jiyong. 

When Jimin swings the door open, Seokjin immediately lifts his hands to Jimin's chin and bends to place a soft kiss on his bottom lip. Jimin gasps and immediately relaxes into the touch, and Seokjin places a second peck on his nose before standing straight and peering over his head. It has been years since Seokjin kissed him, and Jimin stands in a bit of a daze.

"I have always wondered what his cock looks like," Seokjin muses.

Jimin backhands him on the chest with a chuckle, coming back to earth as he shouts, "Hyung!"

"Tell us what you need," Hoseok says softly as his head appears from the side of Seokjin's broad shoulder. 

Jimin takes a step back and allows both men into the room, and as Seokjin walks past Jimin toward the bed, Hoseok closes the door softly and approaches Jimin, gently taking his chin in his hands just as Seokjin had. 

"Baby, your new hair color is stunning," Hoseok says sweetly, eyes sparkling. "You look so much younger."

Jimin sniffles and smiles, feeling tear streaks staining his cheeks. "I look younger because I've cried my makeup off like a child."

Hoseok chuckles and pulls Jimin into a firm hug, engulfing his head and shoulder with his arms. He smells like a freshly picked bouquet, and Jimin wraps his arms around Hoseok, sinking into the feeling; Hoseok has never hugged Jimin like this before. 

Then, Jimin hears it: a muffled voice groaning and struggling from behind him. Hoseok holds Jimin even closer.

"It'll be over in a second, baby, don't worry," Hoseok mutters against Jimin's head, and Jimin nods feebly and lets out a deep breath that he had been holding.

For years, Seokjin and Hoseok have called Jimin baby, and for years, Jimin thought it was condescending at best. But like this, tightly wound in Hoseok's arms, the name brings him comfort. Perhaps, he thinks, he had it all wrong. 

"Did he manage to confess?" Seokjin asks, and Hoseok slowly lowers his arms from around Jimin. 

Jimin is not sure what he expects to see when he turns around, but he is thankful to find that Seokjin has completely covered Jiyong with the black silk sheet. Seokjin glances around the room and begins to collect Jimin's things, grabbing his vial of cocaine and his cell phone and shoving them into his pockets.

"He said Ryujin sent him to spy on us and that he ended up fall—" Jimin stops himself, then sighs and nibbles on the inside of his lip. "When we started dating he began to lose sight of the mission. Apparently, the guy who roughed me up was actually sent here for him. Or so he claimed. I don't know. I don't fucking care anymore."

Hoseok wraps his arms around Jimin's shoulders, pulling him into a tight back-hug while Seokjin washes the whiskey glasses and mirror that had been left on the nightstand. 

"Oh, baby, you clearly do care," Hoseok says as he rests his head against Jimin's shoulder and nuzzles his nose below his ear. "And that's okay. We can help you forget."

"Forget, how?" Jimin asks, watching as Seokjin tidies up the makeup that was left on the vanity, then gathers the clothing that had been piled on the floor. 

Seokjin turns to Jimin and quickly raises his eyebrows a few times. "Any way you'd like, pretty bird. What's your poison, these days?"

What Jimin really wants is to be tied up and fucked senseless until he forgets the way Jiyong's cock felt inside him—until he forgets his own name. But he doesn't know how to ask for that, even if it happens to be something that he assumes is on the table. 

Luckily, Jimin doesn't have to ask because these two can read him like a book. Reading people is one of their many shared gifts.

"Let's get you home and take good care of you, hmm?" Hoseok suggests.

Seokjin smiles and sends him a wink. It all seems innocuous enough, but Jimin can hear it in their voices—can see it in their eyes.

Jimin nods and lets himself smile. "Okay."

On their way out of the club, Jeongguk and Taehyung show up to take care of Jiyong's body. They say Yoongi sent them, and they both give Jimin a warm hug, which is a strange thing to receive from either of them, much less both.

The ride to Seokjin and Hoseok's house is short; Jimin disassociates from the moment they get into the car, with only the sound of the large metal gate at the end of the drive pulling him from his daze. A sedan sits parked in front of the garage, so Hoseok pulls up behind it and gets out. Before Jimin can reach for the handle, his door is pulled wide open, and Yoongi stands before him with his arms outstretched.

"Hyung," Jimin mutters. He pauses before exiting, then steps out of the vehicle and into Yoongi's embrace.

"I'm so sorry for all you have been put through, Jiminah," Yoongi says against the side of Jimin's head. 

Jimin sighs and wraps his arms around Yoongi. Although he is grateful for so much care, he feels embarrassed by all the attention. The youngest two hugging him earlier was the final straw. 

"It's fine," Jimin grumbles.

Yoongi backs from the hug but takes Jimin firmly by the shoulders with both hands. "It is not fine," he says, looking Jimin sternly in the eye. "I know you had feelings for him. And I know you are a softie who hates to kill. But you are not alone. Please do not ever feel like you have to do anything alone."

"I was afraid to ask because you wanted me to lay low, and I went against your word," Jimin confesses. 

"Jiminah," Yoongi whines, knitting his eyebrow in frustration. "You know that no matter what, I will never be upset with you. I told you to lay low for your protection, but you are not a child. I trust you to do what you think needs to be done. Just please do not do everything by yourself. We are a family for a reason, and I am here for you, no matter what."

Jimin wiggles out of Yoongi's grasp and mutters, "Yes, hyung," as he attempts to follow Seokjin and Hoseok into their house, but Yoongi stops Jimin, grabbing his hand and giving him a gentle tug.

"One more thing," Yoongi mutters as Jimin turns to face him. Yoongi looks tired, like he hasn't slept since the last time Jimin saw him, and he wears a black tee with no button-up, which is concerning. Even in his own home, it is rare to find Yoongi dressed down in the middle of the day. 

"What is it, boss?" 

Yoongi sighs and nibbles on the inside of his mouth, crossing his arms over his chest. "Our darling knows you were the queen."

Anxiety drops to the pit of Jimin's stomach. "How—"

"She had a dream about the night she killed Seungri, and it was hard to hold back the fact that we knew all about the incident. She wanted to know how much we knew, so Namjoon and I took her to dinner and did our best to explain the events that led to that night. It...did not go very well."

"Oh."

"I do not think she is angry with you, but it is hard to say. But just be mindful of that, next time you see her. Maybe you two should have a conversation. I did not tell her much about your involvement; after a certain point she no longer wanted to listen."

Jimin swallows a lump and nods. Every inch of him tingles with anxiety, and he hates the idea of having to look her in the eye, knowing that she knows. He had planned to tell her eventually, but he was banking on not having to for a while longer—at least, not until he got to know her a little better. Curse Yoongi and his moments of kindness.

"Understood," Jimin mutters sullenly. 

Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin once more and gives him a kiss on the cheek, which causes Jimin to grimace and attempt to wiggle away. 

"Everyone is so loving today," Jimin whines.

With a chuckle, Yoongi drops his arms from around Jimin. "The youngest two act like grumpy old men, so I have always kind of viewed you as our baby."

"Great," Jimin mutters as he rolls his eyes, though the thought of being the baby of the group does delight him quite a bit. Of course, he can never let them know that. "I'll lay low for real, this time. If dove needs space, then I can wait but if it seems like she wants to talk, let me know, and I can come right over."

Yoongi nods, flashes half a smile, and turns toward the path that connects his mansion with Seokjin's. With a final, fortifying breath, Jimin faces the house to find Seokjin standing in the doorway. His arms are crossed over his chest, but his body language is otherwise relaxed and patient—head leaning to the side against the door frame with one ankle crossed over the other. It feels oddly domestic to approach the man waiting for him in such a fashion, and Jimin hesitates before he takes a step forward. 

When they were younger, back when Seokjin joined the group and was getting trained to be a family man, Jimin was the only one not sleeping with anyone within the group, to his estimation. Taehyung and Jeongguk never came out and said anything at the time, but there was an abrupt shift in their demeanors one day—a playfulness that Jeongguk rarely displayed with anyone else—that led Jimin to believe that something had been going on. 

Seokjin quickly broke down Jimin's walls and his inclination toward avoiding platonic sex, and they spent a good two months exploring new depths of pleasure and pain, and waking up in each other's arms. And then Hoseok joined the team, and slowly, Seokjin began to replace his time with Jimin with his time with Hoseok. 

At first, Jimin felt salty about it, but as he got to know Hoseok, he understood their bond. Not only do they come from affluent families, but they are both sadistic little freaks with a bloodlust, and a penchant for manipulation. Perfect for one another.

Over the years, there has been an open invitation for Jimin to join them in bed. And over the years, Jimin has nearly caved many times. But fucking one's friends is oftentimes messy, and Jimin has always worried about being the cause of some rift between bonds of irreplaceable men, potentially making Yoongi's life more difficult. 

Not to mention, being his own top whore at Paradise has afforded him the ability to use others as a means to sexual needs and escape. So he has stayed out of their relationship.

But there has always been an inkling at the back of Jimin's mind—not only to see how Seokjin has changed over the years, but to discover what Hoseok is into, as well. Jimin has done well to keep his distance and stave off his curiosity, but today he is feeling rather vulnerable. Today he wants to experience subspace—something only Seokjin has ever helped him to accomplish.

As Jimin approaches the house and walks up the three concrete steps to the landing, Seokjin straightens his posture and holds out his arm. 

"Hoseokie is fixing up a quick stew. Would you like me to draw you a bath, or would you like to stay as you are?"

Jimin considers it. A bath does sound nice, but he would rather not be alone with his thoughts right now. "I'll stay as I am."

"Wonderful," Seokjin responds as he lets his door fall closed behind them and secures two deadbolts. The smell of something hearty and rich hits Jimin's nose, making him suddenly aware of how hungry he is. Jimin toes out of his shoes and kicks them near the neatly stacked rows of shoes and boots, and Seokjin does the same with a giggle—as if he knows Hoseok will be displeased with his carelessness, and he finds it delightful.

Jimin leans into Seokjin's hold as they make their way through the living room to the kitchen. Most of the houses on the compound are the same. Open concept foyer, living room, and kitchen with spare rooms on the first level and stairs that lead up to bedrooms and bathrooms on both floors. Each house has more rooms than its occupant—or occupants—have a need for, so many of the homes have guest rooms, offices, gyms, libraries, and so on. 

Seokjin and Hoseok have tailored several guest rooms to be sexual fantasy havens, decorated a certain way, and stocked with outfits and toys to suit that particular brand of fantasy. Hoseok is rather proud of his dollhouse room and has shown off pictures of pink walls and lavish furniture that appear as if the room had come straight out of a barbie dream house. Seokjin, on the other hand, brags most about his puppy playhouse, stocked full of harnesses and leashes, with various cages throughout.

It occurs to Jimin, as he is led to the kitchen, that he has not been back to this house since Hoseok moved in and began to decorate. There is a certain quality to the furnishings that gives the home a baroque feel—intricately hand-carved wood, gold leaf accents, and velvet upholstery. Count Dracula himself could have assisted with the interior design. Jimin smiles as he cranes his neck to see the various paintings and sconces on high, wainscotted walls.

In the dining area is a wooden table—as intricately hand-carved as everything else they own—that seats eight beside a wall of glass which overlooks a surprisingly minimalist garden. In the distance, Taehyung's mansion can be seen sticking out from a wall of tall shrubs and columnar trees. Just past the dining area, Hoseok is busy in a surprisingly modernly furnished kitchen with black marble counters and black steel appliances, dancing to a tune he hums while stirring a pot. 

"Have a seat!" Hoseok calls over his shoulder, and Seokjin guides Jimin to the chair at the head of the table, muttering, "Guest of honor." 

Jimin rounds the table and sits, then places his hands on the top of the hardwood and stares down at the mauve ceramic bowl and matte bronze utensils. He feels anxious and does his best to breathe deeply—in through his nose, pushing his belly out while keeping his shoulders down, and out through his mouth—to keep the swirl of panic that fights inside him at bay. Meanwhile, Seokjin is in the kitchen, presumably helping Hoseok while Jimin waits.

"Wine or soju, baby?" Hoseok asks.

"Or whiskey?" Seokjin suggests. 

Jimin turns his head, glancing from the corner of his eye to find Seokjin leaning against the marble counter with his black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark hair is pushed off his forehead today, and he looks absolutely stunning—but, then again, Seokjin always looks stunning.

"Soju is fine," Jimin responds with a soft smile, and watches as Seokjin straightens his posture and makes his way to the fridge. Then, Hoseok spins with a large, steaming pot in mauve oven-mitt-covered hands, and Jimin's eyes follow as he rounds their large marble island and brings the pot to the table. 

Hoseok's wavy dark hair falls over his forehead, and after the pot is plopped onto a cloth pad in front of Jimin, Hoseok turns to him and winks, then straightens and makes his way back into the kitchen. Jimin stares ahead at the wafting steam as Seokjin and Hoseok come back and forth, bringing soju and side dishes before settling down.

"You happened to need comfort on a day that I was already planning to make short rib stew," Hoseok says cheerily. "I had everything prepped and simmering since this morning."

Seokjin serves Jimin a bowl while Hoseok fills everyone's glasses, and they dig in. The stew is hearty and does not pack too much spice or overwhelming flavor, which is exactly what Jimin's anxious stomach needs, and he feels grateful for his family men. 

Dinner comes and goes in a bit of a daze. The food is delicious, but Jimin's appetite is not what it normally is, so he slurps and chews slowly while Seokjin and Hoseok hold conversation around him. It is nice, Jimin thinks, to be present without having to contribute much. He is not sure he is really in the mood to talk, but he enjoys hearing the back and forth of his hosts, even if he struggles to catch exactly what they are discussing. 

After their meal, Seokjin clears the table while Hoseok fills their glasses with more soju. Jimin feels satisfied but not too full, and all the soju has helped relax him enough that the anxiety is at bay. Perhaps Seokjin and Hoseok being present has helped in that sense, too. Jimin is not entirely sure. 

"What would you like, baby?" Hoseok asks. "We could relax in front of the television...or we could head upstairs and take your mind off everything in other ways."

Jimin is pulled from his thoughts—most of which are just spaced out staring into nothing—and blinks at Hoseok, who sits to his right with his chin cradled in his palm.

Hoseok continues, "We could relax in front of the television...or we could head upstairs and take your mind off everything in other ways."

"I'm not sure," Jimin admits. "But I could use a distraction...more than what the television might offer. What did the two of you have in mind?"

Hoseok grins, then bites his lip, humming and cocking his head as if in thought. "I've wanted to have you in our home for so long, I feel too overwhelmed with possibility to choose."

Warmth floods Jimin's neck and cheeks, and he flits his tongue out to wet his lips, watching as Hoseok's eyes follow the movement. "Same," he mutters softly, suddenly feeling shy.

"Well," Seokjin offers as he returns to the table and drapes himself over Hoseok's shoulders, "we could tie you up, whip you, and all that usual stuff. Or, we can take you into one of the doll rooms and dress you up like our pretty little princess, then punish you until you cry."

"Or, we can also go easy on him," Hoseok chides as he turns to look at Seokjin with a playful smile.

Seokjin shakes his head and, staring into Jimin's eyes, says, "Baby doesn't want us to go easy. Does he?"

"No," Jimin responds with a delicate shake of his head, still in disbelief that his conversation is happening. "I want to lose myself."

"What a delight to know some things never change," Soekjin says.

Jimin does not miss the way Hoseok's face lights up with delight. The wide, toothy grin sends a shiver down Jimin's spine, and he has to look away, gaze falling to the cup of soju before him. He picks it up and takes a gulp of the cool, bittersweet liquid, then sets it down. 

"I know just the thing," Seokjin says as he stands up straight and holds his hand out to Jimin. 

Jimin scoots his chair back from the table and stands, then takes Seokjin's hand. A gasp escapes him as Seokjin tugs him close, forcing him to stumble into his chest. 

"Come this way, baby."

"Okay," Jimin mutters softly.

Hoseok stands and peers over Seokjin's shoulder. "Okay is an improper response for your hosts. What do you say to us, baby?"

Jimin knows this game—has played it many times with Seokjin before, and is absolutely unsurprised that Hoseok prefers the same. 

"Yes, sir," he tries and is rewarded with another devious grin and a nod of Hoseok's head. 

Jimin is led through the dining area, back through the living room, to a set of stairs beside the entrance, and then up. The master bedroom in these homes is a door at the end of the hall—a large room that takes up most of the second floor, but Jimin knows that he is not being taken there. Seokjin leads him to a large wooden door on the right.

As they approach, Hoseok takes the lead and keys in a passcode, which unlocks the door. When Hoseok walks in, dim lights flick on automatically, revealing a room with large, comfortable couches and chairs, a bed, and shelves upon shelves of sex toys—from impact toys to dildos and plugs, and more. 

Everything is black and dark red, with bursts of yellow and red light glowing from beneath and behind furniture and stationary devices, with no lighting overhead. Hoseok walks to a large black sofa in the center of the room and sits on one of the far ends with his arm outstretched over the back. 

"Go to Seokie, baby," Seokjin instructs, and Jimin mutters, "Yes sir," as he releases Seokjin's hand and makes his way to the couch, slotting himself beside Hoseok's open arm. 

"Jinnie, bear, what did you have in mind for us, today?" Hoseok asks, craning his neck to follow Seokjin's movements through the room. 

Seokjin stands before a large, dark armoire with a door swung open on the left side. Hanging from hooks on the inside of the door are various small toys, and Jimin immediately recognizes what Seokjin is reaching for because this is something they used to do together all those years ago. 

Jimin shifts on the couch, feeling a wave of apprehension return as he watches Seokjin take a small silicon rod and begin to wipe it clean with a cleansing pad. Seokjin has always been meticulous with cleanliness and sterilization after play, but he always gives his toys and tools an additional swipe with a gentle cleanser before use. 

With the door to the armoire wide open, Seokjin turns to the couch and raises an eyebrow at Jimin—a silent question. 

Jimin nods, whispers, "Yes, sir," and swallows thickly while Hoseok's fingers dance over Jimin's shoulder, sending a tingle of comfort through him. 

"Want to wear a collar for us, baby?" Hoseok offers.

Jimin does want to wear a collar, and he turns with wide, eager eyes and nods. "Yes, sir."

"We bought one just for you," Hoseok blurts out. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth before continuing. "I-if you'd like that one?"

"You bought me one?" Jimin asks, feeling affection burst and bloom in his chest. 

"We've been waiting for you to join us," Hoseok admits, blushing pretty and nervous as his cheeks take on a slightly darker shade in the dim light.

Jimin feels overwhelmed with joy but also with regret. Some part of him always assumed that there was no place for him in their bed—that their invitations were a courtesy simply extended to the man Seokjin used to fuck, and nothing more. 

Hoseok scoots to the edge of the couch and slides himself away from Jimin, then he makes his way to the same armoire Seokjin stands near. From a drawer on the right side, Hoseok produces a black, rectangular box, then he stands on his toes and kisses Seokjin on the cheek before returning to Jimin, sitting beside him on the edge of the sofa with his body angled in and their knees touching. 

Jimin waits eagerly as Hoseok opens the box, revealing a very thin black leather collar with pale pink metal o rings hanging from various points around the length. Jimin's breath gets caught in his throat as tears well in his eyes, and he looks up to Hoseok, then to Seokjin, and back at the choker.

"This is—" Jimin begins, but his words get caught. "Thank you."

"Your hair was that pretty pale pink back when we bought it," Seokjin says as he approaches with a small silicon toy in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other.

Jimin smiles and runs an index finger over the hoops. His hair was pale pink when he met Hoseok, which means—

"You bought this for me that long ago?"

Hoseok hums and smiles softly. "We always wanted you to come to us, baby."

"I'm sorry," Jimin mutters quietly before he can stop himself. 

Seokjin tuts his tongue and sits on the couch beside him. "Nonsense. We knew you would come when you were ready. Well, we hoped, anyway." 

Hoseok interjects, "Admittedly, we did get a little jealous every time you brought some new guy around. We began to wonder if you held a grudge."

Gently, Hoseok removes the collar from the box and holds it up to Jimin's throat with a smile. As he wraps the thin leather around Jimin's neck and leans in closely to tighten it, Jimin breathes in Hoseok's floral, musky scent. The cold metal hoops kiss his skin and cause goosebumps to break over his arms.

"Perhaps a little," Jimin admits softly. "I guess for a while, I felt replaced."

Hoseok finishes clasping the collar, then sits back and gently takes Jimin's face in his hands. His pretty lips are downturned in a frown as he says, "I'm so sorry, baby."

"We have you here now, and that is all that matters," Seokjin says as he gets onto his knees on the floor.

Jimin straightens out and sits back on the couch while Seokjin crawls between his knees, and Hoseok's hands slide from Jimin's face, down to his neck, and to his chest. Seokjin sets the items in his hand beside Hoseok, then places both hands on Jimin's knees and rubs them up to his thighs. The warmth of Seokjin's hands and the distant but familiar sight of him looking up at Jimin from between his legs stir up myriad emotions. 

Seokjin leans forward and, with a smirk, finds the end of one of the strings on Jimin's pants with his teeth. Jimin's breath hitches as Seokjin gazes up at him through his lashes and begins to slowly sit back, untying Jimin's leather pants using only his mouth. Jimin finds himself panting as Seokjin runs his hands down and up his thighs, then further, to his waist. 

"Let's get you out of these," Seokjin purrs with a smile. "As much as I love the sight of you in leather."

Jimin nods, already feeling a bit dazed, and he lifts his hips as Seokjin gathers the waistband of his pants and briefs and tugs them down, past his thighs. Seokjin pulls, forcing Jimin's legs straight up in the air and he slides down in a slouching position, giggling softly as his hands grip the edge of the cushions for stability.

Rather than free Jimin's legs from the leather pants, Seokjin stops with Jimin's knees restrained and his legs standing tall, and rubs down the backs of Jimin's bare thighs, spreading him slightly. Jimin gasps and struggles to hold himself in position as Seokjin's fingers tease near his balls and down to his ass. 

"Hyung," Jimin whines, though for what he whines, he is unsure. 

Hoseok helps Jimin by sitting high on his knees beside him and tugging at the pants, freeing his legs. As soon as Jimin's feet fall free from the fabric, his legs spread, and Seokjin takes advantage of the position and pushes his thighs open, spreading him wide. Jimin hardly has a chance to adjust before Seokjin's warm, wet tongue is pressing and laving against his half-hard length. 

A breathy whimper punches from Jimin's lungs, and he shivers as Seokjin leaves sloppy, wet kisses along his thighs and groin in no discernable rhythm or pattern. Jimin slowly, gently lowers his legs and attempts to sit up and get more comfortable, but Seokjin presses Jimin's hips firmly into the couch, and Hoseok removes the cushion behind him, slowly lowering him onto his back. The couch is far deeper than Jimin realized when he sat, and he nearly distracts himself by wondering how thick those cushions are, but the sound of a lube bottle snapping open instantly dissolves all thought. 

"Have you sounded since doing it with me?" Seokjin asks. 

Jimin shakes his head, then remembers Seokjin probably can't see the movement and says, "No, sir."

"We'll go nice and slow, baby," Hoseok says as he pets Jimin's hair. "Just tell us what you need, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if you go non-verbal and need me to stop?" Seokjin asks as he drags his teeth over the soft flesh of Jimin's inner thigh.

"Clap my hands, sir," Jimin whimpers as the idea of becoming so high from pleasure that he might lose his ability to speak tingles through him. 

"Good baby," Seokjin and Hoseok say in tandem, sending a wave of arousal and excitement crashing over Jimin all at once.

All Jimin wants is to be so good for them that he breaks and becomes a shell of himself—a vessel for nothing but pleasure. Jimin does not reach that level of high with anyone else. Not with his now-dead ex, and certainly never with his clients. 

His achievement of subspace relies heavily on not only his level of trust but also on the unique types of pain that he has only explored with Seokjin. He found out about subspace by chance with Seokjin and has never allowed anyone to come close since. 

Jimin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, relaxing into the couch as best as he can while Seokjin gathers his cock and gently holds it in his hand, pointed straight up. Jimin prefers to sound while only partially erect, and he tries only to think of things that will stop him from becoming too hard, replaying the visual of alertness draining from his exes eyes as the laced cocaine pulled him from consciousness. 

Remembering the murder that had taken place mere hours ago is probably a mistake, and Jimin nearly begins to spiral and panic. But then the blunt tip of a small, silicon rod begins to enter the hole of his cock, and Jimin returns to reality. Seokjin is so painfully slow that as Jimin's eyes fly open and he stares up at the ceiling, all thoughts that had previously plagued him are wiped clean.

The stretch of his urethral opening is a familiar sting Jimin does his best to adjust to, and he gasps and claws at the couch as he tells himself over and over silently to breathe, just breathe, in slowly and out just as slowly, breathe, breathe, breathe.

"Does it hurt, baby?" Hoseok asks as he gently pets Jimin's hair.

"Yes, sir," Jimin manages through clenched teeth.

"Color?" Seokjin asks, stilling his movement but keeping the silicon inserted.

In the past, they always used the stoplight safeword system, where green signals for Seokjin to keep going and red signals for him to stop.

"Green, sir," Jimin responds, almost desperately.

Seokjin continues to slowly press in, stretching Jimin open with the small tool. The feeling no longer stings, but it does feel intrusive in a way that makes him want to squirm and claw and fight. It also feels so good—so unbelievably, incomprehensibly good—that Jimin trembles and sinks and does his best to disappear completely. 

"You're doing so good for us, pretty baby," Hoseok says sweetly, running his hand over Jimin's clothed chest, grazing his fingertips over a nipple and sending sparks through him. 

"Th-thank you, sir."

The pressure in Jimin's cock evens out, and Jimin tilts his head to find that the sounding rod has been completely inserted, with nothing but a little black loop sticking out from his tip. Jimin drops his head back to the couch and lets out a deep exhale. Already, he feels tingly and breathless—light as a feather on the breeze.

"I'm going to stretch you open a fuck you now," Hoseok mutters into Jimin's ear, making Jimin gasp. "Does that sound good to you, baby?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if we completely lose you to subspace, what should we do?" Seokjin asks.

"Continue to fuck me," Jimin mutters with a smile. "Use me until you're done and clean me up."

"You're sure about that?" Hoseok asks as his teeth graze over Jimin's throat.

Jimin has never been so sure of anything in his life. "Yes, sir," he whimpers desperately. He trusts them with his life. 

A lube-slick hand strokes Jimin's cock, and his sense of reality cracks. The pleasure feels so intense with the sounding rod snug inside him, that all he can do is gasp and continue to weakly claw at the cushion below him. 

Jimin hardly recognizes the weight on the couch shift, nor his upper half being lifted enough to tug the shirt over his head before his back is returned to the warm, soft cushion. 

When Jimin's legs are spread and a long, slick finger is prising him open, he realizes that he is lying fully on the couch—that he has been shifted around entirely. Punchdrunk on dizzying euphoria, all Jimin can comprehend is what his body feels; nothing else in the world exists. 

And when a warm, wet mouth engulfs his cock at the same time as two fingers stretch him open, Jimin fades completely from his body and floats to the ceiling. 

For the first time in years, Jimin feels the warm, peaceful hug of subspace, and he is totally and completely gone. His body and mind and trusted solely to these two handsome devils, and he is completely at their mercy.

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