The studio assistant slid two black boxes across the floor—one containing a thick, veined dildo pulsing with intermittent vibrations, the other a gleaming butt plug with a remote tucked beside it. Mimi’s breath hitched when Yoongi flipped the plug’s switch; the base lit up neon pink, humming audibly.

“No—” she whimpered, legs instinctively clamping shut, but Yoongi caught her knees, prying them open with effortless strength. “Shh,” he murmured, dragging her into a kiss so slow it burned. His tongue mapped hers with practiced precision, swallowing her protests until her fists unclenched against his chest. “You take me so well,” he breathed against her swollen lips, thumb tracing her trembling lower lip. “Imagine how full you’ll feel.”