A/N: NSFW chapters of Daisy and her Bear. :)
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When we all sit down at the table for supper that night Yoongi, without an ounce of hesitation, claims the seat to my left while Hobi, shortly thereafter, claims the seat on my right. Yoongi covertly strokes his fingers just above my knee tracing them upward teasing the bare skin as he inches closer and closer toward my thigh. I grab his hand with mine, but I don't know if my initial intent is to actually stop him or to encourage him to lengthen the tentative torture he is applying. That's when I notice that he is gripping something in his hand. I release his hand from my grip for a second and automatically he turns it upward and silently encourages me to take what he is holding by pushing his palm into mine.
I can't immediately determine what the article of fabric is, but due to the thin elastic on one side I have a decent guess. Excited quivers erupt in my stomach as I recall one of the last times Yoongi and I were together. The exploration with rope, a blindfold, and the feather. We have been together a time or two since then, but we were coming together just because we finally had a modicum of time free to do so. There was no planning involved, therefore there was no extra fun things like revisiting using the blindfold to deprive me of my sense of sight again. Now, though I am pretty sure that is exactly what I hold in my hands.
As the cameras get tucked away so the crew can enjoy their own meal, and as we are pulling away from the table he pulls me to the side. "After saying goodnight to the others I want you to lay in bed and wear this. I have something to set up, and I will be along shortly afterward."
Of course I can't help but wonder what exactly he has to set up, but I don't bother questioning it. I just have to will myself to try to be patient for whatever he is planning.
For the remainder of the night before bedtime we all squish into the hot tub. I'm a bit depressed that I can't sit on one of their laps, and that they are all wearing shirts. Such a travesty. I think I might be getting a tad homesick, or at least missing out on our times in our own hot tub and pool where they could go shirtless without worry. I definitely miss how the sun above kisses the drool worthy panels of their tawny, golden, ivory, and alabaster skin tones.
Once we all start feeling waterlogged and our fingers are pruning from submerging ourselves for too long we part ways for a half an hour so that each of us can get a shower to wash the chlorine off of our bodies. After that half an hour my soulmates, aside from Yoongi, will all come over here and tell me goodnight.
Hobi chooses to be last to tell me goodbye and when he pulls me into his arms he leans his forehead down on the top of my head adoringly. "I can't wait until tomorrow night, Petal."
I pull away so I can smile up at him. "Have something specific planned?"
"Mm." He makes a thoughtful sound which I can't define as either a confirmation or a denial. Hobi loves to keep me on my toes, and obviously he is most definitely up to something, but I won't let it plague me tonight with curious questions. Just after I give up on getting answers from him, he clearly tells me he won't be sharing his plans. "I'll tell you more tomorrow. I don't want to encroach on Yoongi-hyung's time with you."
I smile warmly up at Hobi. He takes that opportunity to kiss that smile off my face. "Goodnight Petal."
"Goodnight Hobi. Sweet dreams."
He smirks down at me. "A majority of the dreams I have any more involve you, Petal. So, they are always sweet."
After he leaves I try to be quick by donning an identical bralette and pair of panties to the ones I wore for Namjoon. Only these are white. Originally I was just going to wear my white robe, but when Yoongi hinted at being up to something I wanted to wear something a bit more 'playful' for the occasion.
I put my robe on and don the sleep mask that Yoongi handed me before lying comfortably on my back waiting for his arrival. Since the goodbye I had with Hobi was sort of long I am unsurprised to hear the door close only a few moments after I laid down.
He sits something metal, judging by the somewhat grating sound, on the bedside table before I feel the mattress move under the weight of his body. I can feel the heated smile on his lips as he presses them to my own in a kiss that is full of heat and promise. "Hi Honey. Hope you weren't waiting too long."
"No, not too long." I willingly admit.
"Good." I feel his hands at the knot holding my robe closed. "Are you wearing anything underneath this robe, Honey?"
"I guess you will just have to unknot the belt and find out." I teasingly reply.
"Hmm. Yes, I will be doing that. But, first... I prepared a snack of sorts." My thoughts are calm at this announcement. Yoongi knows my preferences well food wise and there is no reason to raise any sort of alarm in that regard. "Sit up, Honey."
I do as he asks and wait patiently for him to feed me with his hands. I feel his thumb and forefinger pressing against my lower lip when he offers me the first bite of the treat he brought with him. I open my mouth and take the offered item with my tongue. It's oval shaped and the surface is smooth, when I bite into it I identify it as a grape. He offers me a few more and on the fifth one I can't help but twirl my tongue against the pads of his digits offering the fruit up to me. A rumbled moan escapes him, and I mentally smile widely at getting the reaction I was hoping for.
Next time he offers something against my lips it's different. I am not sure what it is at first because I can't identify the shape by the way I wrap it around my tongue. When I take it into my mouth and bite on it the juice is released from the fruit, and I am immediately able to register it as my favorite fruit. Strawberries. I couldn't identify them by shape because he cut them down a bit. I can only guess they were on the larger side originally before he cut them down, or perhaps they had already been cut down before being placed in the galley refrigerator.
After I have eaten about five of those he comes in closer and takes my lips with his own. Licking at the seam of my lips, not only in a request for entrance but also to taste the sweet juice of the fruit on my lips before he also samples the lingering flavor on my tongue.
I can tell how aroused he is by the way he punctuates each swipe of his tongue with a muffled moan. I desire his body closer so I can feel the proof of his arousal against me. So I can get some kind of relief against my already slick core. But a few moments later he pulls away, and I can't help the frustrated whimper-like sound that leaves my mouth.
"Be patient, Honey." He says as I feel his fingers finally settle at the knot of my robe. The way he urgently unknots the strip of silk cloth broadcasting to me that perhaps his own patience is beginning to fray a bit. He groans as the robe parts and he sees the tiny garments keeping the rest of my body veiled from his eyes. He pulls the robe from my body so I am left only in the two remaining lace garments. "Do you trust me, Honey?"
He always asks that before he introduces something new sexually to me, which means he isn't done depriving me of my sense of sight while he continues to torture me yet. "As always, Yoongi, of course I trust you. I don't think there will ever be a time I don't trust you." I don't think that there is a time I won't appreciate how he uses the question as a precursor of what might be to come though. I simplify my complicated reasoning before simply saying, "thank you for continuously asking me though."
He gives me a sweet peck, and I can feel the way his lips lift at the corner against my sensitive lips. "Good. Because I want you to know that if you don't like anything I introduce then I want you to simply tell me so. These moments are for both of us to enjoy. If you aren't enjoying it then I won't be either."
The sound of his hand clinking against the metallic bowl registers on my ears. If it hadn't been the fruit in that bowl then I am definitely curious what he has contained there. I feel him come close to me again, and I part my lips expecting a kiss but I let out a high pitched noise when I come into contact with something cold and wet instead.
I am barely able to register his hands at the front closure clasps of the bralette, which of course has me realizing that what I decipher as a piece of ice must be clutched between his lips.
He travels from my my lips to my chin and traces the center of my body leaving behind a cold wet trail against my skin that has me both shivering and setting my nerve endings alight with tingles I didn't expect.
When he gets to my breastbone he changes his trajectory and travels over to my left breast. First tracing around the semicircle surrounding the upper swell of my breast. Then he works slowly inward following the same circular path. I can feel the ice slowly growing smaller and smaller against my heated skin. A rattle inside the metal receptacle has me prepared for a new piece of ice. But when he applies that new one to my skin instead of tracing it against my breast again, like I expect him to, he traces it along the line of my collarbone and follows it back to the starting point before traveling back to my breast. Once again first he traces the outline of my breast before presses it against the upper swell of my breast.
But, then he changes tactics and immediately takes me by surprise when he takes the tight bud into my mouth alongside the melting piece of ice. A high pitch noise of shocked surprise erupts from my throat at contact. He continuously attends to that nipple until that piece of ice is nothing but chilly liquid. "Want me to continue, Honey?" Yoongi asks as he hovers close above me. I pull him down, and my action must telegraph to him exactly my intent because he assists me to line up our lips properly.
I'm pretty sure this kiss is the most heated one I have shared with him. I convey my growing need with lips, tongue, and teeth. We only part when we both feel deprived of necessary oxygen. "I'm going to take that kiss as a sign that you are enjoying yourself."
I continue trying to regain my breath before I say. "I'm not sure I can handle much more torture, Bear."
Those words must signal to him to test for himself my body's growing need. He parts my thighs further and traces his finger under the edge of the lace and feeling for himself the growing wetness as proof of my overwhelming lustful need. He sighs as if disappointed. "And here I was hoping to torture you a little bit longer. Perhaps, we can build on this though. Increase your threshold as we go. But stroking you and feeling how excited you are has my own need echoing yours."
Then he closes the gap in my thighs and roughly pulls my panties down my body until they are falling off my ankles and I am completely bare underneath him. He peels the blindfold off of me and rolls us so I am straddling him. I don't hesitate to take him in hand and line him up sinking down on him slowly so I can appreciate every inch as I lower myself. I torture us both with my slow movements back and forth taking him inside me inch by inch and only taking him to the hilt every third or fourth pass.
I must not be going fast enough for his taste though because he promptly pulls me closer to him and thrusts harshly from below me. He masters my body. His strokes are rapid, but also deep and strong with powerful thrusts. After a few thrusts he starts slowing down. He changes up his pace completely waiting each time he is fully inside me, stroking my clit for a few moments before retreating and repeating the process over and over again. I don't know how many times he has done this before my orgasm surfaces and takes me by surprise.
It isn't one of those quick orgasms either. This one seems to go on and on as he continues stroking me from the inside. In fact the prolonged orgasm seems to build and coalesce into a second one before it finally crests when he finds his own completion and we finish toppling over the edge together.