#kink:shibari

Your knees burn against the floor, the matting indenting your skin as you kneel. You can feel them reddening by the second, but not compared by the rope that restrains you. Each knot tied tightly; dressing you sensually that the way it rubs against your skin is shamefully pleasing. A cool breeze travels through the window, encouraging your nipples to harden further as you continue to kneel, awaiting your instruction.

Yoongi’s breathing is all you can hear, heightened by your temporary blindness. The rag pulled tight against your eyes, ensuring you don’t catch a glimpse. In the faint light, he sees you roll and moisten your bottom lip, giving away what the suspense is doing to you.

He moves towards you like he’s going to run you down. Padding heavily across the wooden floor, approaching your position on the mat making the atmosphere feel tense; your nerves setting in. As he nears, you’re bowing your head respecting his position.

As you rise, you catch your breath and hold it. The cold steel held tightly against your jaw is surprising in your blindness and you daren’t move from fear of cutting your skin. Goosebumps envelop your skin as your arousal soars. Your fight or flight mode kicks in as you hold yourself steady, feeling his hand supporting you, pressing gently and reassuringly against your back. You nervously swallow as the blade is slowly removed from your jaw.

“Close your eyes.”

The way Yoongi’s fingers raise the blindfold is contrasting to the way he’s played his role so far. They delicately curl under the cotton, lifting it away from your skin and then you hear it. The blade cutting the fabric, tearing it little by little before you feel its edge grazing slightly against your brow. It nicks your skin ever so slightly, you feel the sting turn to a delicious burn as the blood rushes to heal the surface.

Blindfold abandoned on the floor, you finally see him before you. Tongue cocked to the corner of his mouth and towering above you, eyeing you down as he decides what’s next. The blade glistening in the minimal light, reflecting shapes against the floor and your body. A single stream of blood rolls down your face following the contour of your eye, mimicking tears. You cast your vision to your cheek wanting to wipe the liquid away, but your hands are still bound.

He crouches before you, he’s so close you can smell his scent as he licks the pad of his thumb. His palm cups your jaw and you swoon into it, all while he wipes the single red tear away from your cheek. You meet eyes, his dark with lust brings to you blush and feeling shy suddenly, making you look away quickly. He tips his head quizzically before the blade meets your chin, resting neatly underneath as he uses it to tilt your head back to his gaze. 

You swallow reactively, the cold steel refreshing on your heated skin as you consider what’s next. A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, a cocky grin that makes him look all the more sinful.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” he quizzes, a sting in his voice indicating you didn’t do as you were told.

“T-than... Thank you,” you whisper, your voice breaking in your efforts to speak. Your mouth dry, making you lick your bottom lip once more, shuddering in pleasure.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear right? What did you say?” The cocky bastard loves it when you’re like this. Completely succumb to him and his actions. It’s plastered all over his face. Tongue cocked to the corner of his mouth as the blade tilts your head higher, ensuring your eyes are on him once more. 

“Say it louder.”

You gather yourself and all the energy you can muster. Your mind a complete whirl as you cry,

“Thank you…My King.”

The red silk rope around your wrists is tight yet artistically gorgeous. He’s spent weeks practising, just for you. You’re on your knees with your head facedown in the pillows getting an eyeful of the delicate threads that rub your wrists. Your ass is up ready for him as you brace yourself for his onslaught. 

You’ve been bad. Teasing him all day with pictures, filthy words and what you wanted to do to him. That wasn’t unusual though. What peeked his frustration was the voice messages of you pleasuring yourself. Each of them with laboured breathing, gasps of his name as well as those sweet hums you make when you’re enjoying his touch.

Hobi mounts the bed, positioning himself behind you. His nimble fingers tracing your curves. Running fingertips from your neck, down your spine before his other hand traces your inner thighs and over the curvature of your ass.

“Sweet-one. You’ve been bad.” His hand lands on your ass cheek. The sting vibrating through your body.

“I was in meetings all day.” His words are almost a growl. Rumbling with a slight addictive tone that’s getting you excited and he knows it. His one hand covered your arousal from it’s teasing touch, it’s so delicate that it’s contradictory to his other actions. 

“Hard.” Another slap on your ass, right in the same place. The skin burning under his palm as he lays it flat on your cheek, ensuring his handprint remains.

“All thanks *slap* to those disgustingly delicious *slap* messages of yours.” His hand lands repeatedly on the same spot on your ass cheek. The sting overwhelming your body as he continues to toy with your pussy at the same time.

He smacks your ass one more time, so hard that your skin glows red. The marks show his fingers in great detail. The pain means you’ve long forgotten the pleasure between your thighs.

“Hobi. Stop. Please Stop.” He keeps toying with you. Poking at the red handprints on your ass as you jolt forward trying to avoid his touch.

“Hobi. TIME OUT.” He stops everything instantly.

“I’m sorry Sweet-one. Are you ok?” You nod your head in response, unable to move as you’re still bound to the bed frame.

“Do you want me to untie you? Do you want me to stop?” He asks attentively, waiting on your beck and call. If you say this is over he’ll stop immediately. “Tell me what you need Baby.”

“I’ll be ok in a sec.”

“You sure Baby?” Hobi’s hands begin to stroke your back, massaging the sting out of your muscles starting with your shoulder blades and working his way down your back. 

You hum with his touch, every rotation of his thumbs until he’s massaging the red palm mark out of your ass cheek. Peering over your shoulder, he makes eye contact with you maintaining it as he lowers the tone of his voice.

“I’m sorry Baby,” He leans in, pressing his lips on the red hand mark, “let me kiss it better.”

You hum at his gentle touch not once breaking eye contact with him. The burning sting slowly melting away as Hobi closes his eyes, introducing his tongue like he’s licking the wound. “Better baby?”

You nod in response, not once letting him leave your sight. 

His fingers return to your thighs, gently massaging them as he leans back on his heels. Hobi’s thumbs working the sensitive skin on the inside as he works his way up to your core, but not once touching, teasing you like your messages did all day. 

You face forward once more focusing on the artistry that went into the knots around your wrists. He lowers his head once more, working his lips on your thighs getting an eyeful of your glistening sex. Pressing higher and higher. Your lips hushed and panting with every press in anticipation. The time between each press feeling like hours. Until he presses the gentlest kiss to your clit, making you gasp out loud.

“Do you want me to stop Sweet-one?”

“No Hobi. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!”