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A/N: NSFW
I've definitely come to terms with the fact that there are going to be moments where I feel like I don't have much time with certain group members. Namjoon of course is the one who I have spent the least time with, and I look forward to the day when our Bon Voyage trip comes around so we can get some quality time just to ourselves. Spending time with Jin is different, and while the quality is great it's still a point of contention within myself when I realize that he is the only one at this point that I haven't had any heavy makeout sessions with let alone made love to. Of course I definitely can't fault him his reasoning; I definitely understand why he would want time to make it special. Yoongi is probably the third member I have spent the least amount of time with outside of the day we did some studio work together, and then the time before that when we made love in that same room. That's why I plan on working on a way to rectify that somehow today.
The dark out curtains to my room haven't been used since the first day I moved in, but I plan on drawing them closed in the near future. I bought a few jar candles that are a similar fragrance to the one that I tend to wear. I thought that my scent lingering in the air might just enhance the mood for him. The black chemise I purchased specifically with him in mind, that I haven't had a chance to wear, is currently tucked away hidden underneath my pillow. Although I could have just as easily waited to pull it out from the drawer it was hiding in, this makes it easier to grab it before proceeding to putting my plan into action.
There is only one thing that I haven't managed to get sorted out. How to not only keep him out of the room while I change into said chemise, but how to seduce him inside afterward. The potential method that ends up lingering in my head makes me cringe. The problem is that I can't seem to develop any other clever ideas aside from the one that I've already thought of, so I guess that makes it the only strategy that I have to work with.
Surprisingly Yoongi takes longer to come downstairs than normal. He just sits down at the table as the 95s make their own way downstairs. It makes me almost curious if he has somehow deciphered that I have something in mind regarding today. I shake my head mentally at that thought. I haven't let on in any way shape or form the agenda I have in mind.
I can't help but shiver when a nervous chill runs down my spine while I tell everyone else goodbye. I am only a few moments away from putting my plan into action. A thrill of excitement shudders through me as I consider how he will react. I hope he will look past the lies I am about to tell to get him upstairs in my room.
I take a moment to relish a full body stretch before sighing. "I'm still not quite awake. I think I am going to take a shower before we do anything else today."
He doesn't exactly frown in response, but his expression is most definitely one of blank confusion. I feel so awful for my moment of deception, despite how brief it may be.
I take my time between the process of getting changed, lightning the candles, and drawing the curtains. I clear my throat and call down to him. "Yoongi! Bear?!? There seems to be something wrong with the shower. Can you come up here and help me please?" I shut the door behind me so he doesn't get the full effect until I am ready for him to.
I wait a few minutes, but when he doesn't respond immediately I frown. I pick up my phone and type out a quick text, wondering if perhaps he hid in his studio for the duration of my 'shower,' and just didn't hear me as I called out to him.
It takes only a minute or two before I hear his footsteps in the hallway preceding the first rap of his knuckles against the door. I take a deep breath to gather my courage and open up the door to him. Colliding emotions fill within me. I'm still upset with myself for lying, but as his eyes trail over my body a deep sense of satisfaction also settles within me. The darkness in his expression washing away the blank confusion and replacing it with immediate hunger.
He smirks at me. "Was there really a problem with your shower, Honey?"
My pleased smile is immediately wiped clean off my face, and I frown again. "No, sorry. I couldn't think of a good excuse to leave you behind while I got all this ready."
"Well, I'm glad we are on the same wavelength after all. But, I was curious if you would care to indulge me for this occasion, because I have something different in mind for this time around." He pauses for a second. "But, just so you know, it would require you to trust me completely."
I can't read his dark expression, but he definitely has something unique in plan for us to experience together. "Bear, I will always trust you. I've trusted you since that first moment. Remember on your birthday after our first kiss I asked you to stay with me that very night? It's because in that moment I was certain that you would never hurt me, or push me to do something that I wasn't ready for."
The smile he sends toward me in the next moment reflects the tenderness he felt from that comment. When he pulls open my own bedside drawer I arch an eyebrow in confusion. Then he lifts up the items he must have tucked away there. Oh, that was probably what made him late getting to breakfast this morning.
In either hand he holds two very different black items. I lock my fingers around his right wrist so I can clearly see what he is grasping in the palm of his hand. I confirm my suspicions immediately that it is indeed a silk blindfold. "So you are wanting to make sure I trust you enough to not only blindfold me..." I look over at his other hand, due to the size of the object he is palming in that one it is a lot easier to make out that the item is a black silk rope. "...but to also tie me up?"
A shiver runs over his body that immediately tells me his mind just conjured up a visual of that very concept he had in mind. The way his pajama bottoms are tenting makes it obvious just the idea of this scenario was something he was very much excited about. Yet the next words he utters still honor me that he is able to push past his own desires to make sure I am completely comfortable with this. "Only if the idea doesn't scare you, Honey. I don't have any qualms of either waiting on trying this another time, or we don't ever have to try this at all."
"Have you ever done this with anyone else before?" I'm not curious out of jealousy. As I've stated before their past is their past. I won't judge them based on that, or be upset by it. I'm just curious if I agree to this that I might obtain one of his firsts after all.
"No. Never."
Something about the fact that he would try this with me alone sends a thrill coursing through me. I let him take in my appreciation for this fact before I ask more about the sequence of events he has in mind. "Explain to me how you are imagining this might go then. Like, is there going to be more surprises while I am blindfolded coming from that dresser drawer?"
"Yes, I have a few other things stored in there." He admits.
I bite my lip before asking the next thought that occurred to me. "Are any of them some kind of punishment toy? Like a paddle or something?"
"No, nothing like that. I know that some people get off on causing pain like that, but I abhor the idea of hurting you even if it's in a moment of pleasure."
I boldly grab the rope from his hands. It's actually exceptionally soft to the touch, and I love that he thought to make sure of that fact before he purchased it. "So, tell me what you want to do with the rope exactly."
"The rope will be mostly a visual illusion for myself. I want to tie up your wrists and connect the opposite sides of both pieces of rope to the columns of the frame." I glance at the rope again and realize that indeed there are two separate long chords of rope. "I've already measured out enough slack in case I want to reposition you." His eyes become ever more dark and heated than before.
"So, if you decide to take me from behind you made sure you had enough rope to be able to do that without the chance to overly inhibit the movement." I nod as if the idea doesn't make my core tighten and cause dampness to pool between my thighs. I covertly take a deep breath. "Like I said before Yoongi. I trust you. We can try this, and I will do my damndest to not demand release when I become overly stimulated." Because I know whatever he plans will do exactly that.
"I want you to know that I made sure to also read up on the dangers involved with this kind of play, Honey. It's not actually smart to have such a long length of rope, but as long as I make sure you don't become tangled up in it if I do change our positioning then we will be fine." Rather than dwell on those thoughts too long I nod my head before looking him in the eyes.
He takes a moment to sit the rope down and cup my cheek in his left hand, before he releases my face and situates the blindfold perfectly over my eyes. Then he lays a guiding hand to the center of my back and helps direct me over to the bed. I feel the palms of his hands glide over the bare skin of my shoulders. "I knew something like this garment was hiding away for me, but I never knew it would evoke such impatience within me. I want to draw this out as long as possible, Honey. But, by just wearing this silky fabric, I am having trouble controlling myself and keeping with my original plan."
I smile as if struck with new found confidence. "What can I say? I like keeping you on your toes."
Yoongi has recently taken up playing the guitar. The sensation of the newly formed callouses gliding a pathway from my shoulders up the outside of my neck leave goosebumps in their wake. My body impulsively rocks with a full body shiver before either hand cups my chin. He pulls my face up to meet his and the kiss that he plants on my lips shocks me to the core.
Somehow with each brush of the soft skin of his lips against mine he is able to make my toes curl. In only the matter of a moment I can feel all the emotions he is trying to convey. Adoration, tenderness, and of course love. Then in the next moment he darts out his tongue and brushes it across the seam of my lips asking for permission to explore me even further. The minute I grant him that privilege another slew of emotions are telegraphed through the sensations. They of course all stem off need and desire, but there's also a hunger driving him to want to not only worship my body but command me to completion too.
He pulls away from the kiss, and before his next maneuver I find myself whimpering at the loss. "Don't worry, Honey. I'm most definitely no where near through with you yet this morning."
He helps gently guide me backward until the back of my knees bump into the mattress. He helps me sit down, and I immediately push myself to the middle of the bed, finding the pillows with my fingertips and resting myself in what I imagine is the exact space he wanted me. I lift out my left wrist to him first, since I know that is the one closest to him. He presses a soft delicate kiss at my pulse point before I feel a looped cuff work it's way around my wrist.
"I want you to test the length of the rope again, Honey. See for yourself that you actually have room to maneuver properly." When I pull on the rope I do indeed realize that I have more than enough give. "If I do move you I will make sure to gather that slack together in my hands so you don't get hurt by the excess rope in any way shape or form."
He brushes another heated kiss against my lips, and before I can pull him toward me to deepen it further he is out of my reach. I feel the air disrupted as I imagine he is moving to the other side of the bed. I promptly lift my other wrist so he can repeat cuffing me with the other cord of rope. He mirrors the process of first kissing me softly on the wrist before wrapping the cuff around it. He also once again has me test the length for myself.
His lips brush mine again, only this time he allows me to deepen the kiss further. His calloused fingers skirt over my shoulders coming in direct contact with the strip of fabric that is keeping the garment from falling downward. He pulls away from the kiss and I can imagine him hovering over my body, looking down at how my curves look in the black silky fabric. I'm almost surprised that he doesn't actually move the strap downward like I had expected to, and the fact that he doesn't follow through with that action reminds me that there is no way he can fully remove the garment from me like this. The furthest the strap will be able to go down is to the inside of my elbows unless he pulls it up from the bottom. Then my wrists will be further pinned together due to the fabric gathering at my wrists that way.
"I can sense your mind working a million miles a minute. Relax, Honey, I plan to take very good care of you." His hands leave me completely only to surprise me when they skirt over my knees. I can feel his darkened gaze as he appraises me with his eyes. His fingertips glide over the inside of my upper thighs, and I find myself shifting them in a needy reaction to his touch. I widen the gap when I feel him gently push at either side seeming to ask for that response. Then I find myself frowning as I feel him shift away once again.
I hear the drawer open up, and I can't help but tense due to the fact that I can't see what he is doing. He positions himself back to where he was seated, and instead of his calloused fingers between my thighs I feel something soft and silky grazing against the bare skin there. I both want to relish in the gentle touch of the unknown object touching my body, and also to skirt away from it. My body has a mind of its own though, and I feel thighs lifting up to seek more of that intriguing sensation.
Yoongi chuckles lightly in mild amusement at the way my body is reacting to his administrations. He widens my thighs, and I feel him situate between them. I gasp as I feel his lips skate over the area he just teased with the nameless item. Then his tongue licks at my skin, and there is no controlling the whimper that escapes me caused by the sensation. He makes sure to treat the opposite thigh to the same exquisite torture. I hear a wet sound and can only imagine he must be licking his lips as if I were some decadent treat to savor. I feel his fingers plucking the bottom of my chemise upward. They continue that trek further up the path of my body, and when I feel the back of his hand against my bare stomach I arch my pelvis upward expecting his next action to be him peeling my panties away.
"Patience, Honey. I'm not through tormenting you just yet."
I groan aloud, because it feels like that is exactly what he is doing. Tormenting me. His right hand continues up my ribcage but I am unsurprised that his left hand veers away so he can avoid touching my soulmate mark for now.
He stops pulling the fabric upward when it gathers just below my breasts. I sense him shift away for only a moment before he comes back and I feel that same silky soft touch trail down my stomach to my belly button. This time he doesn't continuously tease me with the item. Once he has made a downward pass he leans in and kisses my bare skin with his lips and tongue. Savouring me. I probably have enough give from the rope to move my arms down and thread my fingers through the back of his hair, but I fear that might break the illusion so I instead grab fistfuls of the pillow behind me.
The kisses halt for a moment, and I can feel his gaze rising up on my body. "Thank you for restraining yourself even more, Honey. I definitely appreciate you playing up to my fantasy. I'll make sure to reward you in the near future. First though, I want to pay tribute to these gorgeous breasts of yours." Then the fabric peels further upward, and I shift my hips in almost an oscillating movement. My panties are damp and my core is tight. I want him now, but I also want to continue with whatever else he has planned. So, I refrain from commenting and let him continue.
I shouldn't expect his hands to wrap around the globes of breasts, but mentally that is what I imagine his next step to be. Instead what I should have predicted was that silky item skidding lightly back and forth all over my areolas. This time when he leans back down above me he decides against playing around. He first licks at the surrounding area causing my nipples to bud even further. I swear they are so tight that the tips could probably cut glass right now. When he wraps his mouth around the distended flesh I become enraptured in the most exquisite kind of torture imaginable. The only thing that can possibly top this is if he repeats this same treatment to my clit, and with how skilled he is with his tongue I am sure that is probably his next plan.
I don't notice his fingers have moved until I can feel them at either side of my hips. The minute I fully register their location I quickly hike my pelvis up to assist him in removing the only necessary garment left so he can end up exactly where I need him to be.
"Damn, Honey. You are so wet you are glistening. I was going to brush the feather against your vulva too, but I don't want to torture you further than necessary. I did however decide that I want to take you just as you are, because I am pretty sure once I taste you that your body will become completely boneless. I am sure you will still be as needy for me as I am already for you though."
"Yes." I must be agreeing with him but honestly I am practically delirious at this point.
His skillful tongue flicks over my clit, and I'm triggered into a quivering and whimpering mess. I don't know how long I can stand this exquisite torture. Yoongi of course is able to read me like a book and zeroes in on that area that needs him most. Pressing his fingers inside of me as he sucks hard on the heightened bud.
I can't help but skyrocket over the crest. It feels like I am literally lifting off the bed and falling back into the mattress as I come back to myself. Yoongi gives me no moment of recovery before he thrusts inside of me. It almost feels like that soaring pleasure is continuing with each deep thrust inside me. I cry out when I feel him touch that magical place, and then when I hear him make the tell tale groan that tells me how close he is I clamp my core around him. With only a few more thrusts we are cumming together.
He softly falls beside me and drags the blindfold from my face. "Damn. That was amazing. Thank you honey for going with it."
"No. No. Thank you for thinking of it. I am sure I won't be up to something like this all the time. It was crazy intense. But maybe next time you can wear the blindfold. I draw the line at the idea of tying you up though."
He chuckles. "Deal."