TAEGI SMUTS [ᵃᵒ3]

Loose Ends

Ao3 by : BitterSvite

Summary :

"Are you gonna fuck me tied up?" Yoongi asks. It is a legitimate question.

"Shibari is not necessarily sexual," Taehyung replies.

"It's an art." His cock drools in direct contradiction.

He's seen memes about men wearing gray sweatpants pass on his timeline, but he's never identified with them until this very moment; his erection presses against the tender fabric of his sweatpants, so much so that he can make out the head.

He wants to make Yoongi scream.
or to put it simply, Taehyung's husband gets hog-tied.

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[ Note : This fic contains heavy sexual content, bondage, heavy kinks and aftercare.]

Taehyung can't remember the first time he'd experimented with knots; maybe when they had to tie the cattle on his grandmother's farm to an anchor. He hadn't known the names then; he just knew how to twist and loop and which knot when pulled would stand taut as the tendons in a tense neck.

Yoongi hadn't been paying close attention the first time he brought up ropes; when Jungkook said he wanted to fly on a hook for Euphoria and Taehyung suggested a knot would be much sturdier than the garter belt.

The second time, Taehyung was setting up a hammock in the backyard of the villa. They were shooting for 'In The Soop' series. It consisted of a wicker sling, held up by two thick ropes. Yoongi had commented he wasn't sure if it would be able to carry Jin hyung, so Taehyung took his hand and looped the end of a rope twice to tie a clove hitch around Yoongi's wrist.

"This is the most trustworthy knot," He explained.

"And this one-" he said, untying the clove hitch and making a loop for a bowline, "will only get tighter with more weight added to it-" and then he jerked the rope to demonstrate. The rope tightened and Yoongi let out the softest, most vulnerable noise Taehyung thought was possible.

It sounded like a wounded animal being strangled or maybe like someone had stabbed him in the heart.

Taehyung looked down in alarm at where Yoongi's wrist was encased in a double line of rope, and then up to where his pupils were widening like a spilled inkpot stain.

He was pink and flustered down to his neck.

It wasn't until Yoongi said, "I'm sorry," in a cracked voice that Taehyung felt the ground underneath him tilt and then fall away completely.

Now Taehyung watches him unzip his sweater and throw it on the floor.

There is broken sunlight filtering in through the floor length glass windows. It is barely sufficient through the trees. Taehyung doesn't close the curtains. There is sparse furniture in Taehyung's new apartment and he's kept this room barren for this purpose alone. He doesn't want a single sound to go unheard. Yoongi's thick sweatpants follow.

"Why here?"

"You know when I was looking around for a place?" Yoongi nods.

"There was an ugly light fixture here that I got removed. I'm thinking if a hook could carry that tonne of weight-" Taehyung finishes with a shrug, touching his chin to his chest.

"You're going to hang me from the ceiling," Yoongi concludes.

They stand next to each other for a while, looking up at where the hook lay dormant and innocent. Taehyung felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants.