R O S E

A buzz of anxiety had been humming away under your skin for the past week, and classes weren’t just the catalyst either. It was the notable absence from a person who you had seen not too long ago, under some unconventional setting that took place in his bedroom. 

The fact that his usual seat towards the back of the lecture theatre had been unoccupied set every one of your nerves on fire. 

Jeongin hadn’t been in class for the past five days, not to mention any of the workshops you both shared. The vacancy he left behind provoked a lot of unwanted thoughts and scenarios, especially since the last time you saw him, you were tied to his bed. It was difficult to not wonder if it had anything to do with you. Jeongin mentioned to you that the first session was just to see if you both had a good connection, a completely vital aspect between a dom and sub. 

Whilst you felt like it was there, it suddenly occurred to you that maybe Jeongin felt differently even though that theoretic outcome couldn’t have concluded truly why he wasn’t in class. 

Did you do something wrong?

Did he find the scene boring? 

Whatever answers that your brain worked tirelessly to find were all for naught when the following Monday, Jeongin is seen jostling playfully with his friends before they take their seats as the lecture commences. He appeared to be in good spirits which set things at ease. But whilst it was a breath of fresh air to see that he was back, a huge portion of you felt like it was flooded with nervousness because in some respect, you didn’t actually want him to see you. 

For what reason however was another minefield for you to walk across. It could’ve had something to do with the scene which was mainly centred around temperature and sensation play, and not necessarily the fine art of orgasms. Just thinking about it brings more heat to your cheeks, posing a terrible way for you to get stuck into class. 

But that’s all you could focus on; was how were you going to get out of the lecture theatre without him noticing you?

What if he hasn’t seen that you’re already here? What if he tries to come up and talk to you? All these questions manage to take over your brain, only allowing you to jot down about a quarter of the notes that are necessary to understand what’s being taught. By that point, the lecturer began to wrap things up, set the usual reading homework, and reminded everyone to complete their online quizzes by the end of the week. 

You collect your belongings and place them into your bag, waiting for the other students sitting beside you to walk out of the aisle. Standing right at the end and seemingly getting in the way of people was the last person you currently needed to see.

With his kind smile, shiny black hair, and the way he was using both of his hands to hold onto the straps of his backpack like some happy kid on their way to school. 

You swallow a lump in your throat. 

“Hey Y/N,” Jeongin says. 

There’s no way you can escape him now. 

“Hey,” you respond. “How are you? Thought I hadn't seen you in class for a while.” 

“I’m good thank you, and yes. I was actually on a retreat,” he explains with a look of guilt. “I can’t really say that I missed coming to class, but I also didn’t want to go away at the same time.”

Ah…so that explains it. 

“Still would’ve been better than class.”

“If you say so. Hey, I was wondering if you were busy this afternoon and wanted to go to the library and grab a coffee there. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about that I’m sure students wouldn’t appreciate,” he looks around himself warily as people move past the pair of you standing to the side of the shallow steps. 

Your stomach flips, knowing exactly what he wanted to discuss, “yeah sure, that sounds good.” 

As you both strolled across to the other side of the campus, Jeongin didn’t appear nearly as half as nervous as you seemed to feel. Maybe he was just really good at containing it. Doms seem to be good at that. They can’t let their subs detect a hint of any type of weakness, but then you suppose that Jeongin isn’t that type of a dom. Maybe. 

Not to mention, Jeongin isn’t your dom. You just did one scene with him and that’s it.

You think about this fact as you find a table outside on the balcony, away from the conniving ears of students who might find your conversation more riveting than their studies. Jeongin on the other hand takes your order and places it with the barista, returning to you once he’s done. 

“How’ve you been?” He takes a seat opposite you, placing his bag on the ground under the table. 

“Good, just busy with classes and what not. What was this retreat you were on?” 

Jeongin shakes his head and waves his hand, like the question stirred some annoyance in him about it, “just a religious retreat some of these youth pastors wanted me to help out on. They go on them once every seven months and they were desperate so I agreed.” 

You chuckle, “sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice.” 

“I really didn’t,” he chuckles. “Having to listen to the same messages every day was starting to do my head in.” 

“Well you didn’t miss out on much during the lectures,” you reply, hoping that it’s any comfort to him. “Just the same old boring tasks.”

“How joyous,” he responds monotonously. “Anyway, I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed myself the other week and was wondering how you felt about it?” 

Having almost forgotten why you were talking to him in the first place, that same rush of anxiety begins to inflate again. The fact that he was starting off by saying what he liked feels as if he’s about to let you down gently. 

Here we go. 

“I had a lot of fun. Even though I was slightly…taken aback from…doing something that I wasn’t expecting to happen-”

Jeongin tilts his head, “cumming untouched, you mean?” 

“Yes, that,” you confirm, terrified by his directness. “As you did mention was somewhat normal but hard to do for some people.” 

“Correct, it takes a lot of concentration for someone to achieve an orgasm solely through nipple stimulation,” he says as a matter of factly, making you flush furiously with red. “On top of that, with ice.”

“Yeah…” you trail off, trying to recover quickly from the effect of his ‘right to the point’ trait.

You want to kick yourself under the table for being so awkward which is very apparent to Jeongin who observes your skittish behaviour a little too closely for comfort, “was there something wrong with the scene?” 

“No! Not at all,” you just about lift off of your seat as you go to answer.

“You can tell me, I won’t be offended at whatever it is, especially if it’s made you feel uncomfortable.” 

When you did your research about BDSM and the types of relationships between doms and subs, the most notable and frequent concept that kept cropping up was the word ‘communication.’ Even outside of the bedroom just as much as the inside of one, especially to clear up discrepancies such as you wrongly thinking that Jeongin didn’t come to class because he was avoiding you. 

“No, it wasn’t the scene. For reference, I was just in my own head and being stupid but, it was because you were absent this week that I thought you might not have wanted to see me after the first scene – which I know is dumb since you just told me you were on a retreat, but I did think for a moment that it had something to do with me,” you blurt out, each word making you feel more stupid for even saying it aloud. 

An ‘o’ shape forms in Jeongin’s mouth, “oh.” 

“Like I said, it was dumb to think anything of it.” 

Jeongin understands far too quickly, picking up on something that might have prevented this, “I should’ve followed you up with a text after the scene, maybe even a couple of days later too, so that was completely my fault and I’m sorry. I’ll know better next time to do it.”

Your gut punches itself, “next time?” 

The corner of his mouth quirks up, “I mean, unless you don’t want to.”

“Oh – no, I do. For sure.” 

“Good, and also thank you for telling me all of that,” he acknowledges. “It’s important to talk about these things that may affect what goes on behind closed doors, even if they aren’t necessarily sexual in nature.” 

Communication, your mind says to you again.  

“Of course.”

“In saying that, our first scene was to see if we clicked well and although it might not have felt like we did a lot, it was still a step towards you getting some experience with BDSM. From my point of view, I thought we had a good connection but I want to know what you think too,” he prompts. 

A wave of warm relief washes over you from the top of your head, trickling down to your feet, “I thought we did too, if I can even say that with my lack of experience. But the main point is that I felt safe.”

Jeongin is pleased to hear that. Safety and consent are the vital yet bare minimum practices in BDSM. Any dom that isn’t including either of those aspects for their subs are not a doms. 

“I’m really glad you felt that way,” he responds. “In that case, would you be open to doing another scene? I’ve got something in mind that we discussed a couple of weeks ago which I think you might like.” 

Heading into your second scene with Jeongin felt a lot more weightless than the first time around. Since your first session with him, there was some amount of nervousness to be expected. Now after finding out that he’s as equally keen in doing another scene, some of that tension has alleviated. 

Jeongin even pitched the idea for you to meet at his place to talk more about specifics, and also a few other things he thought is up your alley based on what you discussed a few weeks back.

“I bought this at that convention,” he says. “I’ve used it before and it’s the only lube that doesn’t taste plasticky or like it has silicone in it.”

You nod, and just out of interest, you pick up the tube and squeeze a tiny amount onto the pad of your index finger and suck. The sweetness first hits your palate followed by the promised strawberry flavour it claims to have. 

Jeongin’s eyebrows raise at you. Normally before trying foodstuff or anything…food related, people smell it before sticking it in their mouths to taste. You on the other hand just go for it without thinking. Either that or you just really trust his word for it. Something he takes a mental note of. Even better. 

“Taste nice?” He asks, waiting for your opinion. 

You nod, “I could use this as syrup over ice cream.”

Jeongin grimaces and slowly takes the tube away from you, “it’s good, but it’s not that good.”

“Okay, what’s this then?” You pick up another thing. It’s a small black apparatus of sorts with what looks to be a little suction cup on the end. 

Once again, Jeongin reaches across to take the item from you. He presses his finger down on what looks to be an invisible button on top of it for a continuation of whirring sounds emitting from the device. Then, Jeongin gently takes your hand and applies the suction end of the device to your palm. 

“A vibrator,” he states. 

“Oh right, I knew that,” you say sheepishly. “Just haven’t seen one like this.” 

“It’s supposed to feel more intense than a normal vibrator because of its suction-like technique,” Jeongin explains. “Plus, it’s a lot more discreet than what ones normally look like, making it easier to carry around if you’d ever go down the route of playing in public.”

Your eyebrows tug upwards, “people do that?”

Jeongin forgot for a moment that you’re only a newbie to this whole world. The curiosity he finds is cute to say the least. He’s then reminded that you’ve barely even scratched the surface of BDSM. A blindfold, a feather and a couple of lengths of rope don’t cut it. There’s psychological layers to it as well, ones that over time, Jeongin hopes to explore with you.

For now however, it’s about preparing and helping you become familiar with everything. 

“Absolutely,” he cards a hand through his jet black hair. “Public play is a thing amongst doms and subs who are looking to extend their scene beyond the bedroom.”

“Sounds interesting,” you reply, picking up one of the long black bars laid out on his bed. 

Whether that was an absentminded answer or not, he takes a mental note of it.  

“This is a spreader bar right?” You continue, pointing at the long cylindrical object. 

“Yes, and it’s actually something I wanted to bring into our next scene that I know you mentioned not too long ago. Among other things,” he answers, making your insides suddenly flutter with excitement. “You’ve heard of edging, right?”

“Where you hold off from orgasming?”

He nods, “to put it simply, yes. I’ll be using a few of these items; some to restrain you, and others that no doubt will make you feel good.” 

His wording of it all makes your skin tingle. 

“O-Okay,” you respond. 

“Have you ever done edging before?” He asks. 

“Well, not with anyone else. But I’ve done it myself - or at least tried to. It never works out, I always end up giving in.”

He suppresses a smirk.

This should be fun, Jeongin thinks to himself. A sub who can’t control themselves can make for good content during a scene, some of which may imply punishment. But you’re not necessarily at the stage of being punished hard, at least not in the sense of impact play. There are other methods Jeongin has up his sleeve which are just as viable and effective.

“Alright, well, it’s much different being edged by another person since the control will be totally out of your hands. Twenty five minutes is the golden number since you’re just starting off,” he explains. 

“Twenty five minutes, okay. That’s doable.” 

Jeongin definitely smirks this time, although you don’t see it when you’re too distracted with the other items laid out.

Some subs can’t last ten minutes. Undisciplined subs can’t last five. Then there’s the select few new subs who can just withstand that, and Jeongin would think it’d be a miracle if you could, making him wonder which one of the three you’d slot into. Since he doesn’t know your limits that well, he was soon to find out, suddenly insistent on making those twenty five minutes the most hellish experience of your life. 

Come one Friday evening the pair of you decide to set aside some time for a scene, twenty five minutes appeared to be a relatively long time. As you made your way over to his place, you had to wonder if those five extra minutes were going to be necessary. It’s tough just edging yourself over three minutes without getting greedy for an orgasm. 

After settling down into his apartment, you and Jeongin lounge around for a bit just talking and getting comfortable. There’s no purpose for rushing into a scene with your head all over the place, especially on a Friday evening after winding down from a busy week.

Soon however, the anticipation could’ve made you shake on the spot, and your wordless replies of ‘mm’s’ and ‘oh’s’ throughout the conversation with Jeongin  forced him to take that as a sign to get the ball rolling. 

“Ready?” He asks. 

You nod, “yes.” 

“Okay, clothes off. In the meantime, I’ll explain what I’m going to do,” he starts. “How this will work is that I’ll cuff each of your ankles, one on each end of the spreader bar. I’ll also cuff your wrists behind you but in between your legs to the bar. That way you can’t close them or try to touch yourself. Even if you tried bringing your knees together, it’d be difficult.” 

As he pans out his plan, you start doubting your capabilities. You still want to do the scene - none of that changes, but edging isn’t for the weak minded. Not to mention what Jeongin said the other day about how every bit of control will be totally out of your hands. 

“That’s practically all there is to this scene. It’s not going to be too over the top - although in future…anyway, does that make sense?” 

“Yup,” you nod, folding your clothes sheepishly in the corner of his room and placing them on the chair nearby. 

“Okay, what’s your colour?”

“Green,” you affirm. 

“Good - oh, you don't need your underwear for this one. Unless you want to go home with them ruined?” Jeongin asks. 

Heat bursts forth from your cheeks at his sly question. It was difficult to not ruin them before you got to his place after thinking about what he had set out for you. 

Your head ducks as you take them off and place them with your other clothes. Last time, you were only half naked in front of him, or more than half. Although, you might as well have been fully. It sure felt like it too with the way he unravelled you with a couple of ice cubes and a blindfold. It makes you wonder what else he is capable of making you do at the mercy of his hands.

“Up here,” he pats down at a spot next to where the spreader bar is, the thick black wrist cuffs, and black vibrator he spoke about the other day. “You’re going to be face down ass up for this.”

“R-Right.”

You get on all fours for Jeongin as he sits beside you and moves the spreader out of the way.  

“Nervous?” He asks, watching you with intent eyes.

“No,” you lie, answering so quickly that it makes him grin. 

It’s embarrassing. You’ve only done one scene with him and talked to him a couple of times when now you’re spreading your legs for him in the most lewd manner. But that’s what scenes are. That’s what it’s like between a dom and a sub. Being naked is the least of the sub’s worries when they’re about to have their body wrecked. 

“Alright, I’m gonna attach you to the spreader now.”

On each end of the apparatus, Jeongin cuffs your ankles. The bar is relatively long, forcing you to spread your legs even more. He knows there isn’t going to be any way for you to move which is exactly how he wants it. They’re snug and heavy, but not too uncomfortable. Just the way they’re meant to be for this scene. 

“Alright, thread your arms in between your legs and I’ll connect them as well.” 

Each second that passes by is a fraction more of your control being handed right to him on a silver platter. He’s going to enjoy this. Edging can break even the most obedient of subs, making them lose control, ripping their minds into their respective halves as their intrinsic need to be good overrides their bodies natural instinct to cum when they’re being pleasured-

Jeongin takes a breath and calms down. 

You’re not there yet. Yet. 

“Is that too tight?” He asks once he’s finished cuffing your wrists and attaching the small clips to the middle of the bar. 

“No it’s okay,” you respond, turning your head to the right so that half your face is buried into his bed. 

“Good,” he says, your body twitching already when he smooths his hand over one of your ass cheeks and gliding slowly down your back. “Let’s get started then. Remember, twenty five minutes. Each time you feel like you’re going to cum, you will let me know. If you cum before the time is up, you’ll be punished. Is that clear?” 

The sudden strict tone of his voice and the choice of his words was sobering, reminding you that you’re in a scene. You haven’t heard him sound so stern and assertive despite his kind nature. As expected of a dom. 

“Y-Yes.” 

“Alright.” 

The low buzz of the vibrator is heard first. It’s quieter than most which could indicate that it’s expensive, and if it’s expensive it’s-

“Fuck - oh my god, that feels good,” you shudder, suddenly withdrawing out of your own mind about how it might’ve been impossible to do this. There’s still time to refute that again however.  

Jeongin holds the vibrator snugly against your clit, moving it around just a little bit for you to get used to the sensations, “I bet it does. You will let me know when you’re going to cum right?” 

“I-I will,” you struggle, breath already hitching in your throat. 

He takes your word for it, but still thinks you seem tense, aside from the fact that you’re letting that hot knot in the pit of your tummy twist itself together. That in itself is a different kind of tension which builds, prickling beautifully throughout your lower half. The vibrator is definitely doing its job. 

When just over a minute ticks, you start to feel the horizon of an orgasm. Jeongin notes your sudden change of breathing, ready to rip the vibrator away if you weren’t going to say anything. But then-

“I’m cumming.” 

-then he pulls it away. Any more than one second if he had kept going, you would’ve cum on the spot. Meanwhile a sudden chill washes down from in between your legs and throughout the rest of your body when the pleasure fades. 

“Alright, good. I was starting to think that you weren’t going to say anything,” Jeongin responds before he goes back in with the toy. 

He doesn’t want to leave you without it too long otherwise the whole point of edging is gone. But he also doesn’t want to go in too fast to pick back up the orgasm. A new one needs to start - Jeongin needs you dangling from the point of cumming within a quick succession, enough to build you up but not so much to push you off. 

The catch about edging is that it progressively gets harder. Sure you managed to hold off once, but that’s only one out of at least fifteen maybe even more potential orgasms that Jeongin will eventually rip away from you. You struggle against the restraints when you realise that the number seems infinite. If you could just move a little bit, just for the vibrator to disperse all of its vibrations…

By then however, Jeongin notices that you’re quiet. Whether it’s intentional because of the fresh orgasm beginning to bloom or because you’re shy or for whatever reason, he doesn’t know yet. He does know however, that you’re having a difficult time trying to handle not cumming when the next wave is more intense. 

“Talk me through how it feels,” he says suddenly.

The words struggle to come out of your mouth, “uh, it’s - it’s…harder than…than t-the first one…” 

He grins, “good. Let it stack and-”

“I’m gonna cum,” you cut him off, just hearing him talk and guide you through this scene is hot. Hot enough to help send you to the cliff if it also wasn’t for that vibrator. 

“Really?” He tests, not believing your answer as he continues to press the toy against your clit. 

“S-Soon, it’s-”

“Y/N, I need you to tell me right before you really are cumming otherwise it defeats the whole purpose of edging okay? Like I said, let it stack, feel it build, and let me know when you’re actually about to orgasm,” he instructs sternly. “If you don’t listen, we’ll stop.” 

You bite down on your bottom lip, stifling a groan. Jeongin didn’t directly tell you off, but that’s what it felt like and for some reason, it felt good. Threatening you with punishment to stop would be horrendous on your end so you try to heed his words and work your way through to a second oncoming orgasm. 

Let it stack, 

Gauge the different levels of pressure piling on top of each other as the seconds tick by.

Feel it build, 

Endure the sensations beginning to spread like a hot wildfire-

Let him know…

You unclench your jaw, words spilling out when that feeling arrived, “I-I’m cumming - fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

“Not anymore,” Jeongin tears the toy away from you, a split second away from feeling like you were just about to spill. “But, good girl for telling me.” 

You groan once more, this is starting to become impossible, still swimming in the cold feeling that comes with being torn away from the edge once more, “h-how long has it been?” 

“Five minutes I think,” Jeongin is unsure and checks his watch. “Sorry three.” 

He’s barely keeping track of the time. Why is he not keeping track of the time? 

“Fuuuuck, I can’t…” you whine, burying your face into the fresh sheets he laid out earlier specifically for this scene. 

“You know what to say if you want to stop,” Jeongin reminds you. 

“I don’t wanna stop,” you grumble, shuddering on your reply when you feel the vibrator once more

Another groan leaves your mouth followed by swift ripples of shock as the vibrations travel throughout your body. He teases the sensitive spot abundantly, giving it as much attention as he possibly can before your hips start to jerk against it. 

There was a note of petulance behind your words that Jeongin picked up on too easily. It’s a backpocket thought for now though as he watches you squirm helplessly in the restraints. Even as he moves the toy once more, Jeongin is sure that you wouldn’t want to stop anyway. You’re so worked up and flustered that getting yourself off afterwards won’t feel nearly as good as it’ll be to orgasm from the toy. 

It forces you to think of the bigger picture as the minutes increase. What goes from three minutes turns to twenty when Jeongin checks his watch again. By that point, he’s unravelled you in a way that’s unfathomable as again and again, he brings you to the verge of imploding from pleasure. 

Let it stack, feel it build, let him know when you’re about to cum…

The vibrator is coated in a glossy film of your cum, some of it even reaching the tips of Jeongin’s long fingers when he continues to mess with the buttons for the sake of your insanity. He couldn’t care less though. Messy is nasty and nasty is good. 

Another bonus he can think of as he realises you’re both near the tail end of the scene is that he’s managed to get some sound out of you. Prying your mouth open at the start was going to be difficult, but by the ten minute mark, Jeongin’s name was spilling from the base of your throat and out into his room. He couldn’t sit there and lie and say it wasn’t hot, because it was. Something about it was so different compared to other people who have been on the same mattress as him. 

“J-Jeongin, s’too…much, it hurts,” you choke.  

“Too much is it?” He asks back and only gets a nod in return. 

He then looks down to the face of his watch for the final time. To his shock, it’s just gone past twenty six minutes. Another four and it would be a full half hour which is usually the breaking point for experienced subs. You on the other hand with only two scenes under your belt, managed to achieve what very few could and Jeongin couldn’t be anymore impressed with it. 

As much as he wants to push you to the thirty minute mark, he did say he’ll let you cum at twenty five - those last five minutes really tamper with your mental strength to hold back. Maybe your desire to listen and be good for him really does exceed your body’s needs, Jeongin thinks. 

“Alright,” he says, earning a shaky gasp from you when you hear words of liberation. His hand smooths over your skin, trying to calm your excited nerves. 

It makes him chuckle, watching your body start to shiver already and he hasn’t even said ‘go’ yet. The strong reminder is then there that the power is all in his possession and not yours, taunting you with it. Dangling it just above your reach until you get tired and give out. But that’s when he swoops in and gives you what you anticipated. 

“J-Jeongin,” you stammer desperately. Hearing his own name sound so choked out in your mouth is electrifying. It makes him want to hear it more often. 

“You’ve done so well for me this evening,” Jeongin continues easing his touch so softly down your side, feeling your muscles twitch and spasm, waiting anxiously for the words. “Okay, you can cum.” 

He presses one of the buttons on the device to kick the vibrator up to a higher speed, pulling guttural moans from the depths of your throat. Your breathing becomes quick, like you’re panicking and frightened of how colossal this new wave of an orgasm is approaching.

Then, when it hits, it hits. 

Let it stack, feel it build, he knows you’re cumming. 

“Y-Yes, fuck…” your voice gets higher then cuts off in a flash. 

Your legs tremor, your arms straining immensely in the cuffs like they’re about to yank forward. You can’t move. Jeongin is forcing you to take the pleasure, leaving you with no option to just submit to it all. It’s almost sadistic; the way in which he feasts on your orgasmic state that it makes his mouth dry. Watching you cum so viscerally makes it difficult for him to not drag things out any further. 

As your hips stutter over the vibrator, moans and screams from how heightened everything is that for a moment you forget that you’re even real. All you know is the sick euphoria growing between your legs and burning throughout your body that lasts until your muscles spasm one final time before completely giving out on you. 

Jeongin switches the vibrator off. He’s not about to go into the territory of overstimulation today. 

“Good girl, that was a lot wasn’t it? I swear you came for over a minute,” Jeongin douses you immediately in praise. “You just keep relaxing and I’ll undo these restraints so you can rest more comfortably.” 

You hum, pretending that you heard every word he just said while you descend from your high

Jeongin unclasps your wrists first from the bar, not wanting you to pitch forward uncomfortably if he releases your legs. Then, he relieves your ankles from the cuffs, your entire body droops into his mattress. He takes the used items into his bathroom to clean later and returns right back to you. 

That scene wouldn’t have been enough to get you into subspace - not that that was the goal, but it can definitely happen. Although, Jeongin has strong reason to believe that you’re not exactly on that cloud yet but just floating in between when he catches a glimpse of how distant your eyes are and that you’re blinking is heavily postponed. 

A small smile is brought to his face when he takes a seat at the edge of his bed. His hand reaches out and cards his fingers gently through your hair. Within a few seconds, your eyelids start to droop. 

“Feeling okay?” He asks in a quiet voice. 

“Mm,” you hum, not really using your mouth to speak, hoping that whatever comes out is audible enough for an answer. 

Jeongin’s eyebrows knit together when he notices you wince as you go to use your arms to move further up the bed, realising that you had been tugging on those wrist restraints a bit too hard. For a moment, he abandons threading his hand through your hair and opens up one of his drawers on his bedside table to retrieve a bottle of massage oil that he keeps. 

“Sore shoulders?”

“Uh, yeah, just a little bit,” you reply much more coherently this time. 

“Alright, lie back down for me,” he replies, lifting up the cap and pouring a little bit of it into his hands to warm it up a bit in his palm. 

After setting the bottle down, he spreads the oil over your skin. You’re hit with a scent of lavender the second he begins rubbing it gently into the muscles across your upper back, slowly making his way down to your tailbone. His fingertips press and drag, smoothing out any knots that may have begun to form when you were tugging on the restraints. 

“You did so well for me Y/N, seriously,” Jeongin says to you, hoping the message sinks into your lucid brain. “You managed to go just over twenty five minutes. Not a lot of subs last that long either.” 

A smile barely touches your face when your eyes finally close, melting under his warm hands.