Grant Your Wishes, I Leave You Four Senses
Grant Your Wishes, I Leave You Four Senses
Yoongi/Hoseok, 1843w, NC-17
Smut | Bangtan |
this is to get itachibana13 back ayy
He thinks Hoseok's playing a joke at first, hands placed over Yoongi's eyes in that childish guess who am I game even though it's gotten to the point where he knows Hoseok's aura. But, when he goes to grasp at the hands and pull them away, turn to see Hoseok's pout because Yoongi isn't playing along, he's touching fabric. It gets tighter, not enough to hurt, of course, just enough to realize that Hoseok is probably tightening it in the back and what the hell is he doing?
"No, hyung." Hoseok pouts, Yoongi can hear it, as he attempts to remove the blindfold.
"What are you doing?" He can't see anything. The only thing he knows for certain is Hoseok is behind him and that's not comforting. Since there's no reply, he reaches for the blindfold again, but this time Hoseok reaches around him to stop his arms, kissing at his neck.
"Stop." Whispers it directly in Yoongi's ear and he shivers.
"If you want t-" His voice catches as cold hands roam under his shirt, touching his stomach. "T-to do something I can't exactly see." There are hot breaths against his neck and shaking on his back and Hoseok's laughing at him.
"That's the point." And Hoseok backs off so Yoongi can't feel him anymore which is scary and this is stupid and he really shouldn't be panicking. He reaches to take the fabric away from his eyes, but then Hoseok's hand is gripping his and leading him forward. It relaxes him. That's very annoying.
He's led a few steps down and from a mental map (and very cunning observational skills) he guesses he's being led to the bedroom. It's so strange to have to follow Hoseok around blindly and trust the other not to make him walk into things, but he chooses to for now and it all ends up okay when he's pushed back down onto the bed.
"The other's are gone." Hoseok says, voice from above so Yoongi's pretty sure he's still standing.
"I figured." There's laughter and Yoongi's always liked his weird ass smile with too many teeth. "Can I take this off, did you add flower petals to the bed or something? I'm ready to be impressed." Hoseok laughs again, sound coming closer as the bed dips next to him.
"No."
If blinking had any effect, Yoongi would do that, but it kind of doesn't right now. "What?" Something changes. In the air or in Hoseok's supposed aura, but he feels the shift before Hoseok's pushing him down, straddling him, kissing him. And his eyes are usually closed when they kiss, but the forced blindness makes everything so sensitive. The slight touches on his arm, the hand running through his hair that feels really nice, Hoseok's hardness against Yoongi's thigh.
"Were you that excited," Yoongi gasps between kisses as Hoseok rolls his hips down and, Jesus fuck, Hoseok sucking at his lower lip feels so good. There's too much going on. A lot that Yoongi is feeling because he's trying desperately to see with the touches and it doesn't work that well. When Hoseok backs away from the kiss, he reaches out and manages to grab onto Hoseok's shirt because he is the tiniest bit afraid, in a completely unnatural way, that the other might leave.
He can feel Hoseok lean back in, then kiss him softly. "I'm right here." Hoseok whispers and Yoongi feels his face heat because that had been such a stupid concern. Then, his mind goes blank as Hoseok lips are on his neck, going down until he reaches the hem of Yoongi's shirt. The hands at his hips shock him at first, before they push up the shirt slowly, teasing. When Hoseok pulls it over Yoongi's head he slightly wishes the blindfold would slip off too, but it stays put.
Theres a few moments where Hoseok does nothing and it's embarassing because Yoongi's pretty sure he's just being watched. Yoongi jolts as theres something cold and wet at his nipple. There's a slight chuckle, before Hoseok bites at it, enough to make Yoongi groan, turning it into a moan when he tugs slightly. And Yoongi was just about to grip at Hoseok's hair, but he leans back again. The next kisses are light, butterfly kisses down his stomach, trailing down, continuing as Hoseok pulls down Yoongi's sweats. Hoseok mouths at Yoongi's cock through his boxers and he lets out an unintelligible sound when Hoseok sucks at the head.
"Fuck. Hoseok. Please." Yoongi can't see what type of mood Hoseok's in. He can't tell if he's going to be a tease or fast or sweet. Then, Hoseok pulls down Yoongi's boxers and just as quickly his mouth is around Yoongi's dick. And, shit, it's so unexpected that Yoongi practically chokes on air. Everything has been so sudden because he can't see anything. Not Hoseok's face as bobs on his dick, his lips sinfully stretching over him. Not the way he constantly glances up at Yoongi to watch or just to tease. Not how his hand sometimes goes to fondle at Yoongi's balls. But he can feel it and it feels fucking glorious. His hands naturally find their way in Hoseok's hair, gripping hard, forcing Hoseok to take all of him because he knows he can. And he doesn't get to see how deep the other takes him, but he can feel himself against Hoseok's throat and fuck.
When Hoseok comes up, giving a lick to the tip because he just has to make Yoongi buck up and moan, he focus his attention on Yoongi's thighs. Focuses on biting them, making him tremble because Hoseok is so close to where he actually wants. He guesses he hears a cap click, but it doesn't really register in his mind until a cool finger is pressing into him.
"Relax." Hoseok says, kissing at Yoongi's hip. He does, Hoseok's finger starting to feel like less of an intrusion as he pushes in deeper. It doesn't feel painful at all as Hoseok moves around inside him. He gasps when the second finger is added because it was so quick and slightly burns as it stretches him. When he gives out a pained groan, Hoseok grabs his hand, then there's light kisses all around his abdomen as Hoseok starts to move his fingers, slowly, Yoongi giving little groans. His hand clenches around Hoseok's as he adds another finger, still with slow movements until it turns into only a dull burn. And somehow Hoseok realizes, the thrusts become harsher and faster and Yoongi is moaning, hand squeezing so hard he's surprised Hoseok hasn't let go. And as much as he really loves this, the way the fingers feel in him, stretching, thrusting, he really wants Hoseok.
"Hoseok," he pants, "Hoseok, please. Can-" The rest of his words escape his mouth in a loud moan as Hoseok's fingers thrust in as far as they can go. He spreads his fingers and-
"You look so nice like this hyung." Yoongi blushes, about to say something, but Hoseok starts moving his fingers again and that's not fair.
With one particular curl of the fingers, Yoongi screams out into the room, arching into the touch. "Fuck me, Hoseok."
"I am. Hyung," he curls his fingers again, thrusting back into that spot. The one thing Yoongi hates is begging, especially with this, so of course Hoseok always tries to pull it out of him. And it's not fair when those fingers keep hitting that spot and he can't really think straight.
"Fuck me, Hoseok. Please. I want your cock inside me. Please." The words tumble out as he continues to beg and it's less humiliating with the blindfold masking him from seeing the other. The way he smirks as he slows down his movements, Yoongi breathing hard then, whining softly when he removes his fingers completely. There's a few seconds of nothing, Hoseok even takes back his hand, but then he's grabbing at Yoongi's hips, positioning himself. He pushes in all the way, fast, Yoongi crying out as his hands fist the sheets. And he pulls back just to slam back in again, over and over, Yoongi biting at his lip to stop his noises. But Hoseok notices, he always notices, and kisses Yoongi, coaxing his mouth open as he thrusts into him. Bringing out the moans and gasps and whines. It's embarrassing and Hoseok knows as he smiles into the kiss.
Hoseok's hand traces down Yoongi's forearm with soft touches and reaches down to intertwine their fingers. And, this time, when he sits back up, Yoongi can feel him inside him, feel him holding his hand and it gives him a semblance of security. Hoseok pulls out, slow, already a warning to Yoongi. The bed shifts a bit and when Hoseok slams back into him, he's adjusted so he's hitting that bundle of nerves, Yoongi's toes curling and his hand gripping at Hoseok's in a tight grasp. He's so close.
"Hey." He thinks Hoseok's trying to take back his hand, but when he lets go Hoseok grabs it again, lifts it up, then places over Yoongi's dick. "Come for me." A shiver goes down his spine because the way his voice sounds gives away how he's looking at Yoongi. Staring straight at him, eyes curved up a little, mouth set in a smirk as he uses both hands to grip at Yoongi's hips, pounding into him. Watching Yoongi jack himself off. Watching Yoongi come because of him. That look that's ingrained into his mind, Hoseok's thrusts into him, and Yoongi's shuddering as he comes. He feels his thighs spasm, the liquid splatter on his stomach. And Hoseok thrusts a few more times before he's groaning out Yoongi's name as he comes inside him.
They stay still, or at least, Yoongi hears no movements from Hoseok. But then, he's kissed lightly on the forehead then on the nose, before Hoseok pulls back and gingerly pulls out, Yoongi hissing. There's a few creaks of the bed and Yoongi can't tell if Hoseok got up or just moved around. It's so frustrating.
"Can I take this thing off now?"
A few more creaks, then "No."
"Why?" His voice sounds whiny, but he's not whining. There's silence for a bit and Yoongi was going to say that if he can't think up a good reason, then he'll just take the blindfold off, but the lips against his cut him off. It's a soft kiss, gentle, Hoseok humming into it as Yoongi's hands grasp at his head and runs a hand through his hair, and their legs tangle. Yoongi doesn't even notice Hoseok take the cloth off, only realizes when he opens his eyes as Hoseok pulls away. A smirk is on Hoseok's face and it's the most annoying thing, but Yoongi's still glad to see it.
"I wanted to hear you whine." Nevermind.
"I do not whine." Hoseok grins and Yoongi scowls, but it melts away when he's pulled into Hoseok's chest.
1 + 1 = Blindfold
Yoongi/Hoseok, 1843w, NC-17
Smut | Bangtan |
this is to get itachibana13 back ayy
He thinks Hoseok's playing a joke at first, hands placed over Yoongi's eyes in that childish guess who am I game even though it's gotten to the point where he knows Hoseok's aura. But, when he goes to grasp at the hands and pull them away, turn to see Hoseok's pout because Yoongi isn't playing along, he's touching fabric. It gets tighter, not enough to hurt, of course, just enough to realize that Hoseok is probably tightening it in the back and what the hell is he doing?
"No, hyung." Hoseok pouts, Yoongi can hear it, as he attempts to remove the blindfold.
"What are you doing?" He can't see anything. The only thing he knows for certain is Hoseok is behind him and that's not comforting. Since there's no reply, he reaches for the blindfold again, but this time Hoseok reaches around him to stop his arms, kissing at his neck.
"Stop." Whispers it directly in Yoongi's ear and he shivers.
"If you want t-" His voice catches as cold hands roam under his shirt, touching his stomach. "T-to do something I can't exactly see." There are hot breaths against his neck and shaking on his back and Hoseok's laughing at him.
"That's the point." And Hoseok backs off so Yoongi can't feel him anymore which is scary and this is stupid and he really shouldn't be panicking. He reaches to take the fabric away from his eyes, but then Hoseok's hand is gripping his and leading him forward. It relaxes him. That's very annoying.
He's led a few steps down and from a mental map (and very cunning observational skills) he guesses he's being led to the bedroom. It's so strange to have to follow Hoseok around blindly and trust the other not to make him walk into things, but he chooses to for now and it all ends up okay when he's pushed back down onto the bed.
"The other's are gone." Hoseok says, voice from above so Yoongi's pretty sure he's still standing.
"I figured." There's laughter and Yoongi's always liked his weird ass smile with too many teeth. "Can I take this off, did you add flower petals to the bed or something? I'm ready to be impressed." Hoseok laughs again, sound coming closer as the bed dips next to him.
"No."
If blinking had any effect, Yoongi would do that, but it kind of doesn't right now. "What?" Something changes. In the air or in Hoseok's supposed aura, but he feels the shift before Hoseok's pushing him down, straddling him, kissing him. And his eyes are usually closed when they kiss, but the forced blindness makes everything so sensitive. The slight touches on his arm, the hand running through his hair that feels really nice, Hoseok's hardness against Yoongi's thigh.
"Were you that excited," Yoongi gasps between kisses as Hoseok rolls his hips down and, Jesus fuck, Hoseok sucking at his lower lip feels so good. There's too much going on. A lot that Yoongi is feeling because he's trying desperately to see with the touches and it doesn't work that well. When Hoseok backs away from the kiss, he reaches out and manages to grab onto Hoseok's shirt because he is the tiniest bit afraid, in a completely unnatural way, that the other might leave.
He can feel Hoseok lean back in, then kiss him softly. "I'm right here." Hoseok whispers and Yoongi feels his face heat because that had been such a stupid concern. Then, his mind goes blank as Hoseok lips are on his neck, going down until he reaches the hem of Yoongi's shirt. The hands at his hips shock him at first, before they push up the shirt slowly, teasing. When Hoseok pulls it over Yoongi's head he slightly wishes the blindfold would slip off too, but it stays put.
Theres a few moments where Hoseok does nothing and it's embarassing because Yoongi's pretty sure he's just being watched. Yoongi jolts as theres something cold and wet at his nipple. There's a slight chuckle, before Hoseok bites at it, enough to make Yoongi groan, turning it into a moan when he tugs slightly. And Yoongi was just about to grip at Hoseok's hair, but he leans back again. The next kisses are light, butterfly kisses down his stomach, trailing down, continuing as Hoseok pulls down Yoongi's sweats. Hoseok mouths at Yoongi's cock through his boxers and he lets out an unintelligible sound when Hoseok sucks at the head.
"Fuck. Hoseok. Please." Yoongi can't see what type of mood Hoseok's in. He can't tell if he's going to be a tease or fast or sweet. Then, Hoseok pulls down Yoongi's boxers and just as quickly his mouth is around Yoongi's dick. And, shit, it's so unexpected that Yoongi practically chokes on air. Everything has been so sudden because he can't see anything. Not Hoseok's face as bobs on his dick, his lips sinfully stretching over him. Not the way he constantly glances up at Yoongi to watch or just to tease. Not how his hand sometimes goes to fondle at Yoongi's balls. But he can feel it and it feels fucking glorious. His hands naturally find their way in Hoseok's hair, gripping hard, forcing Hoseok to take all of him because he knows he can. And he doesn't get to see how deep the other takes him, but he can feel himself against Hoseok's throat and fuck.
When Hoseok comes up, giving a lick to the tip because he just has to make Yoongi buck up and moan, he focus his attention on Yoongi's thighs. Focuses on biting them, making him tremble because Hoseok is so close to where he actually wants. He guesses he hears a cap click, but it doesn't really register in his mind until a cool finger is pressing into him.
"Relax." Hoseok says, kissing at Yoongi's hip. He does, Hoseok's finger starting to feel like less of an intrusion as he pushes in deeper. It doesn't feel painful at all as Hoseok moves around inside him. He gasps when the second finger is added because it was so quick and slightly burns as it stretches him. When he gives out a pained groan, Hoseok grabs his hand, then there's light kisses all around his abdomen as Hoseok starts to move his fingers, slowly, Yoongi giving little groans. His hand clenches around Hoseok's as he adds another finger, still with slow movements until it turns into only a dull burn. And somehow Hoseok realizes, the thrusts become harsher and faster and Yoongi is moaning, hand squeezing so hard he's surprised Hoseok hasn't let go. And as much as he really loves this, the way the fingers feel in him, stretching, thrusting, he really wants Hoseok.
"Hoseok," he pants, "Hoseok, please. Can-" The rest of his words escape his mouth in a loud moan as Hoseok's fingers thrust in as far as they can go. He spreads his fingers and-
"You look so nice like this hyung." Yoongi blushes, about to say something, but Hoseok starts moving his fingers again and that's not fair.
With one particular curl of the fingers, Yoongi screams out into the room, arching into the touch. "Fuck me, Hoseok."
"I am. Hyung," he curls his fingers again, thrusting back into that spot. The one thing Yoongi hates is begging, especially with this, so of course Hoseok always tries to pull it out of him. And it's not fair when those fingers keep hitting that spot and he can't really think straight.
"Fuck me, Hoseok. Please. I want your cock inside me. Please." The words tumble out as he continues to beg and it's less humiliating with the blindfold masking him from seeing the other. The way he smirks as he slows down his movements, Yoongi breathing hard then, whining softly when he removes his fingers completely. There's a few seconds of nothing, Hoseok even takes back his hand, but then he's grabbing at Yoongi's hips, positioning himself. He pushes in all the way, fast, Yoongi crying out as his hands fist the sheets. And he pulls back just to slam back in again, over and over, Yoongi biting at his lip to stop his noises. But Hoseok notices, he always notices, and kisses Yoongi, coaxing his mouth open as he thrusts into him. Bringing out the moans and gasps and whines. It's embarrassing and Hoseok knows as he smiles into the kiss.
Hoseok's hand traces down Yoongi's forearm with soft touches and reaches down to intertwine their fingers. And, this time, when he sits back up, Yoongi can feel him inside him, feel him holding his hand and it gives him a semblance of security. Hoseok pulls out, slow, already a warning to Yoongi. The bed shifts a bit and when Hoseok slams back into him, he's adjusted so he's hitting that bundle of nerves, Yoongi's toes curling and his hand gripping at Hoseok's in a tight grasp. He's so close.
"Hey." He thinks Hoseok's trying to take back his hand, but when he lets go Hoseok grabs it again, lifts it up, then places over Yoongi's dick. "Come for me." A shiver goes down his spine because the way his voice sounds gives away how he's looking at Yoongi. Staring straight at him, eyes curved up a little, mouth set in a smirk as he uses both hands to grip at Yoongi's hips, pounding into him. Watching Yoongi jack himself off. Watching Yoongi come because of him. That look that's ingrained into his mind, Hoseok's thrusts into him, and Yoongi's shuddering as he comes. He feels his thighs spasm, the liquid splatter on his stomach. And Hoseok thrusts a few more times before he's groaning out Yoongi's name as he comes inside him.
They stay still, or at least, Yoongi hears no movements from Hoseok. But then, he's kissed lightly on the forehead then on the nose, before Hoseok pulls back and gingerly pulls out, Yoongi hissing. There's a few creaks of the bed and Yoongi can't tell if Hoseok got up or just moved around. It's so frustrating.
"Can I take this thing off now?"
A few more creaks, then "No."
"Why?" His voice sounds whiny, but he's not whining. There's silence for a bit and Yoongi was going to say that if he can't think up a good reason, then he'll just take the blindfold off, but the lips against his cut him off. It's a soft kiss, gentle, Hoseok humming into it as Yoongi's hands grasp at his head and runs a hand through his hair, and their legs tangle. Yoongi doesn't even notice Hoseok take the cloth off, only realizes when he opens his eyes as Hoseok pulls away. A smirk is on Hoseok's face and it's the most annoying thing, but Yoongi's still glad to see it.
"I wanted to hear you whine." Nevermind.
"I do not whine." Hoseok grins and Yoongi scowls, but it melts away when he's pulled into Hoseok's chest.
1 + 1 = Blindfold