Kinktober Day 3 - Blindfold
Genre: smutty fantasy vibes
Features: sub!jm, dom!yg, aphrodisiacs, whipping, choking, obvious inspiration from bst
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When Jimin woke up, he was lying on the ground with a blindfold on. Where was he? What happened? The last thing he could remember was falling asleep in his bed, tired from his work at the palace and the journey back to his village. He stood up and spent a significant amount of time struggling against the fabric wrapped around his eyes. He wasn’t bound in any other way, so it seemed like he could easily slip out of what felt like delicate silk. He was wrong.
Perplexed by his inability to simply pull the blindfold off, his hands went to the knot sitting against the back of his head. His fingers fiddled around, but he couldn’t pull it apart. However, he learned that the blindfold was attached to something. The fabric continued, trailing behind him, and he tugged on it hard. It didn’t budge. After a few more tries, he followed the line until his outstretched hands touched a wall. No. A closed door. Two doors. Locked. Trapping the silk between them.
Jimin stood there, hands pressed against the doors, unsure of what to do next.
“Hello?” he called softly, hesitant to make his waking known.
Silence was his only reply.
He chewed on his lip for a moment before deciding to see how far he was allowed to roam and what information he could gather about the room he was in. First, he walked along the wall, hands sweeping the surface beside him. It was bleak, at least from the feeling. He soon learned that the fabric was not long enough from him to locate any other walls except for the one he was attached to. He returned to the doors and walked away from them in as straight of a line as he could without being able to see. He reached out to find something. Anything.
Jimin’s head pulled back as he reached the end of the line. He didn’t know where he was, how he got there, if there was anyone there with him, if he was alone, if he was in danger, or…
The air suddenly smelled sweet? Tasted sweet? Were his senses playing tricks on him?
Jimin took a deep breath and immediately began coughing. No, the air was definitely not normal anymore. It was thick, almost as if he had inhaled smoke, except there was no prickly sting clawing at his throat. He swiftly covered his nose and mouth, but he already felt the effects of whatever it was he had breathed. His consciousness was beginning to slip and the strength in his body diminished until he could no longer support his own weight. The final thing he was aware of was falling into someone’s arms and a kiss pressed to his lips.
When Jimin woke again, he could only hear the pounding of his own heart. He didn’t know exactly how long he lay in the dark, in the quiet. But he felt warm, almost uncomfortably so. It was almost like…arousal. Could it be—
Jimin jumped when he felt a soft touch run across his bare stomach. He hadn’t even realized that he was naked now.
“Jiminie~” a familiar voice purred in his ear, breath fanning over his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Yoongi,” Jimin sighed in relief. “I had a feeling it was you.”
“Of course it was me. You’re my favorite.” Yoongi continued to draw swirling lines over Jimin’s skin, just barely touching him. With every brush, every breath, Jimin felt increasingly hotter. He felt like he should be sweating, but he wasn’t. By the time Yoongi’s hands reached his aching cock, Jimin was rolling his hips up for more.
“Seems like I’ve been neglecting you,” Yoongi pouted, “seeing how much you’re affected by just a little smoke.”
“You could take me every day for a year and I would still be like this.”
“Is that a request? I’d be more than happy to oblige. Think of how much I could spoil you.” Jimin could feel Yoongi’s lips ghosting over the shell of his ear as he was offered the proposition yet again.
Yoongi tsked and pulled away, his touch disappearing. “You dance for the new king and his princes, acting as their party entertainment, but what do they give you?”
“I’m allowed to live. My father was labeled a traitor and executed, remember?”
“You can dance for me. You can live with me. I live lavishly enough, you won’t miss the decadence of the palace. And no one would come after you to kill you if you were already in the clutches of a demon.” Yoongi trailed his fingers up the length of Jimin’s cock. Teasing, taunting, tempting. Jimin’s breath hitched.
“Half-incubus. And if the king thought I was conspiring against him with someone demon-born, I’m sure he would send an army of demon hunters and priests your way.” Jimin didn’t need to see to know Yoongi was scowling bitterly.
“You’re ruining the fun, being serious all the time. Am I not allowed to dream or even jest around you?”
“You should join the king’s court then. Perhaps you’ll get to see my performances there.”
Yoongi hummed. “So you do have a sense of humor. Unfortunately, it’s my turn to reject you.” He finally wrapped his hand around Jimin’s cock to give it a few languid strokes, relishing the little gasps Jimin failed to stifle. “I would get too jealous.”
Suddenly, Yoongi grabbed Jimin by the waist and flipped him over. The blindfold was pulled taught so that Jimin could only sit on his knees, bent over, presenting himself like the girls working in the capitol’s pleasure houses. Jimin lost track of Yoongi’s touch. He couldn’t hear anything either. He was alone in the dark.
And then fingertips caressed his back. Just barely. If Jimin didn’t know Yoongi was there, he would’ve thought he was imagining it. He shuddered and pushed his hips up higher, wiggling his ass a little to get Yoongi’s attention.
“How long have I been breathing your smoke?”
“Hmm…long enough to start getting desperate, I suppose.”
Yoongi was silent, hands disappearing again. Jimin strained to feel any sort of sensation. He needed to be touched. Used. Just as he was about to whine for Yoongi to stop teasing him, there was a loud crack, and Jimin felt fire spread across his skin.
Yoongi hungrily watched the red lines bloom. The shocked yelp that reverberated in the room and the intense jump in Jimin’s arousal was almost dizzying for Yoongi. He wanted more. He raised his arm and brought the whip down on Jimin’s back again. Jimin cried out. Again. Again. Again and again and again until Jimin’s back, sides, and ass were thoroughly abused and he was arched in pain, whimpering weakly. Yoongi breathed heavily, deeply inhaling the pleasure rolling off of Jimin in waves.
“Your little whines are so alluring,” Yoongi said after catching his breath. He grinned when he saw Jimin’s cock twitching and leaking onto the floor. He knelt down and brushed his fingers along the underside, feather-light, just how he liked to tease him. Jimin moaned loudly, and Yoongi nearly growled at the sight of Jimin’s pretty little hole clenching. “Do you like this that much? You’re practically begging to get filled.” He circled Jimin’s hole with his finger.
“Yoongi, please,” Jimin gasped. Yoongi harshly smacked the whip down on Jimin’s ass, drinking in another cry. He gently began kissing the spots he hit, taking his time. By the time he finished covering Jimin’s skin with soft kisses, Jimin was panting, pleading to get fucked. Yoongi shoved his fingers into Jimin’s mouth and hummed as Jimin eagerly began sucking, swirling his tongue around them. When they were sufficiently coated and wet, Yoongi knelt behind him and pushed them inside.
“Hmm? You’re quite loose. Were you their highness’ plaything for the past three days? A birthday present perhaps?”
“Yoongi.” Jimin pushed back on Yoongi’s fingers. Yoongi smirked and pulled his hand away.
“No, please! Yoongi, please, I need you inside me, please, I beg you.”
“Since you seem to want it so badly, I guess I have no other choice,” Yoongi said with mocked reluctance. He stood up and went to the corner of the room to spread a few drops of oil on his own hard cock. He returned to Jimin silently and took a moment to watch him desperately jerk himself off. Then, without warning, Yoongi knelt behind him and thrust inside. Jimin’s moans filled the room, and Yoongi could no longer control himself.
He pounded him mercilessly, animalistically. His mind could only focus on the lust that clouded his senses. At some point, he stood up and pulled Jimin to his feet. He wrapped his hand around Jimin’s throat, squeezing tightly, admiring the choked gasps that barely escaped his soft, plush lips. He continued fucking into Jimin. The blindfold was pulled taught, forcing Jimin’s head back, exposing more of his neck. Yoongi squeezed tighter, and Jimin clawed weakly at his arm. Yoongi didn’t let go, that wasn’t their signal. He rather liked the idea of being scratched.
Jimin couldn’t warn Yoongi of his orgasm. He nearly collapsed when he came, his cock messily shooting his cum into the air as he continued to get fucked. He tapped Yoongi’s hand gently, and Yoongi let go of his throat. Jimin coughed violently at the sudden intake of air. Though he held Jimin up, Yoongi didn’t slow his pace, not yet. He was still groaning at the intoxicating pleasure that exploded in the room when Jimin came. He was so close, so close.
When Jimin began to cry at the building overstimulation, Yoongi finally came. His hips stuttered erratically, and he filled Jimin with his seed. He panted against Jimin’s back. He would continue to be stimulated by the heady atmosphere of the room for a long while. He pulled out and proudly watched his cum drip from Jimin’s hole and onto the floor.
It took a moment for Yoongi to be able to start thinking through the haze in his mind, but as soon as he could, he helped Jimin lie down and easily slipped the blindfold off for him. He sat down next to him and let Jimin rest his head in his lap.
“I can’t sleep here. The parole guard will know I’ve been gone,” Jimin protested after catching himself starting to fall asleep.
“I promise when you wake, you will be back in your bed, and your sentinel will be none the wiser.”
Jimin nodded and closed his eyes again and absentmindedly hummed a tune the lyrist had played at the palace last night. “Oh,”—Jimin opened his eyes again and looked at Yoongi inquisitively—“why was I not able to remove the blindfold?”
“I bought magic silk from the local seamstress and had it enchanted with a binding rune from the witch who lives in the lake. And one of the leatherworker apprentices made the whip per my request, and that was enchanted with a weak flame rune. To make it sting more. All that running around town and paying for things and waiting…all for you.”
Jimin murmured his appreciation. Yoongi played with his hair, smoothing it down.
“Tell me, can the king or his princes ever compare to me?”
“Does that question deserve the grace of an answer?”
“If not live with me, run away with me. I’ll bring you freedom. With a few benefits on the side. How does that sound?” Yoongi weaved their fingers together.
“I can’t lie, it’s a tempting offer.” Jimin kissed the back of Yoongi’s hand. “But for your sake, I have to refuse.”
