When You Use The Safeword
Namjoon would beat himself up over the fact he hadn’t been able to see the signs of discomfort. When you whimpered out you’re safeword, he was immediately untying the knots and massaging the rope burn with gentle but strong fingers.
“Baby I’m so sorry. I’m glad you used the word. That’s what it’s there for.”
Jin would have you in his arms within seconds. Rubbing your back and whispering comforting things in your ear. You had long before wiped away the tears and repeatedly told him it was okay. Jin would make you any sweet you desired just to make the ache in his chest go away.
“You want another cupcake?”
“Jin I’ve had six.”
Yoongi would be blank-faced as he released you and you wiped away the tears from the corner of your eyes. Without even speaking, he’d bring you into his arms and take you straight to the bathroom. Running the warm water for the tub, he’d set you in it and begin scrubbing you raw.
“I’m so sorry Y/n. I’ll make it better.”
Hoseok ran his hands up and down your arms and leg, rubbing them and giving you soft words of encouragement. He never wanted you to feel enough pain to mumble you’re safeword again. You lifted your head to see him rubbing scented oils into your skin, head down.
“No Y/n. You are not fine.”
Jimin had you curled under the blankets, stroking your head before you had a chance to register what happened. His hands would be stroking your hair and lips running over any marks he might have left. You hummed in content, completely forgetting about using your safeword at all.
“You are not weak for using it Y/n. That’s what it’s there for.”
Tae would be fumbling over himself trying to untie the knots and take out the gag. He’d take ointment and trace it over the burns from the candle wax. His eyes would be focused but his hands would be trembling. You’d have to grab his wrist to steady his hand as he applied the medication. Afterwards if would be soft words and cuddles.
“No more playing with candles. Got it?”
Jungkook would no doubt be upset. After making sure you were okay, he’d lock himself away for a small amount of time to cool off. Sometimes it was quiet and content, others, you could hear faint growling and fist colliding with the wall. But no matter what, he’d return to you with puffy eyes and sniffling.
“Fuck Y/n I’m so sorry.”