Shibari with your Roommate for Beginners • Chapter 1 • 3K (Patreon)

Jimin read about it a few times, never really thought much of it, but then he saw a picture of it, and he’s been thinking about it ever since.

Something about it is just, pretty. The patterns of the knots along someone’s spine, the way the rope ties around bare skin, the way it restricts the other’s movements. It looks especially pretty on a muscular guy’s back.

So, he orders the rope, tries some knots and patterns in his spare time, but it’s difficult not having someone to try it on. And the thing is, he doesn’t have a partner at the moment, and shibari isn’t something he’d really introduce on a first date.

He’s got a few roommates, though.

Maybe if he’d ask if he could just practice on them, fully clothed of course, at least one of them would probably be okay with it.

But Hoseok just laughs at him and says he should find another freaky guy. Taehyung only lets him tie one of his arms, but nothing more than that. Namjoon turns him down with a blush on his face.

Then there’s Jeongguk.

God, Jeongguk.

He’s hot.

Of all his roommates, Jeongguk and him talk the least.

Jeongguk is out a lot, playing sports, having parties, that university life. He’s got that pretty, healthy glow on his face at all times, and a beautiful big smile, pretty teeth, dark brown eyes, black hair.

Yeah, Jimin has been staring ever since he moved in a few months ago.

And it’s not like they never talk. It’s all good fun between them whenever they do, but Jeongguk usually isn’t around long enough to have real conversations with.

So, it would be really weird to ask Jeongguk to just casually do something like that for him. There’s no way he’d agree.

He’s a little tipsy when he approaches Jeongguk one evening at a house party in their dorm, and just spills the whole thing; how he can’t find a partner for his shibari practice.

“Oh, you could try on me hyung, I don’t mind.”

Jimin blinks as Jeongguk sips from his red cup, seemingly completely unfazed.

“You’re- you’re sure? I mean it’s- it can take a while.”

“Yeah, I’m fine with that, I have tomorrow off so, practice away.”

Jeongguk says, as if it’s nothing more than a friendly game.

Jimin can’t hide the absolute shock on his face, but Jeongguk is already gone, distracted by someone else,.

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Jimin is sure he’s probably had some weird dream sequence the day before when Jeongguk is suddenly in front of him. He’s freshly showered, black hair all wet, pushed back. God, he’s wearing the tightest shirt possible, and Jimin can’t even pretend he isn’t staring.

“I’m ready for your rope thing.”

Jeongguk just walks past him into his room, and Jimin has no decency, runs his eyes over Jeongguk’s backside, his broad shoulders, tiny waist, nice ass.

“Uh-huh..”

“Want me to take my top off?”

Hell yes.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with. It’s gonna be kind of a long sit, so.”

“I’ll keep it on then.”

Shit.

Jeongguk sits down in his bed, next to the dark red rope, he grabs it, lets it run through his hands.

Jimin slowly steps closer, stands in front of Jeongguk, wonders what he should practice today. He definitely wants to make a pattern over Jeongguk’s broad back, try out some new knots.

“How did you get into this stuff?”

Jeongguk asks, playing around with the rope. He’s so easily distracted.

“I saw a picture of it, caught my interest.” He sits down next to Jeongguk, watches him play with the rope. “Why did you agree to do this?”

Jeongguk stops playing for a bit, looks at him.

“Had a hookup with a girl who wanted to tie me up some time ago, but I didn’t go through with it in the end cause I have no idea what it feels like.”

“Ah.” He nods. “Well, I’m thinking of doing a type of harness binding, so, across your chest, tying your arms behind your back, and practicing some knots across the span of your upper back.”

Does that sound casual enough? He’s reeling at the mental image.

Jeongguk blinks a few times, so Jimin gives him his guide book, points at a few pictures that show what he’s talking about.

“Oh, yeah, sounds good.”

Jeongguk seems more of a visual learner.

“You sure?” He asks again. “I mean, you don’t have to.”

“No I want to.” Jeongguk says, handing him the rope. “Kind of curious what it’s like.”

Is that normal?

Jimin really isn’t sure if it is. Not even Hoseok wants to do this for him, and they’re way closer.

Wait, does Jeongguk know that he’s bi?

Oh damn, he probably doesn’t know. That’s why he went along with it. Good gracious.

“Right, okay, I’ll start then.”

He makes Jeongguk sit in the middle of his bed, so he can work his way around him. He’s just contemplating where exactly to start, draping the rope over Jeongguk’s chest.

Big.

Those are some big pecs.

He doesn’t think he’s seen pecs this big up close before. The fabric of Jeongguk’s black shirt stretches around them, clings around them, and his dark red rope looks pretty in contrast.

Heat rushes up his neck, and he quickly looks down at his guide book, pretends to read.

“So are you practicing for a specific someone?”

Jeongguk asks.

He shakes his head, looks back up, catches those dark brown eyes, that glint of curiosity in them.

“I just got interested in it some months ago, but I don’t have a partner yet, so..”

He trails off, eyes flickering down to Jeongguk’s body. He wraps the rope around his chest again, slowly moves towards his back, bringing it together there.

“Is that too tight?”

“Hm? No.” Jeongguk shakes his head. “You can pull it tighter.”

Oh.

Okay, it’s definitely going to be more difficult to stay cool than he thought it was gonna be. His ears are already burning up as he pulls the rope a little tighter.

“Just for safety, you can always tell me to stop.”

Jeongguk laughs softly.

“I know, I’ll tell you if it comes down to it.”

“Or if it hurts, or if it needs to be less tight.”

“Or tighter?”

Jeongguk turns his head a little, looks at him over his shoulder with a pretty grin.

Jimin feels a little flustered. He didn’t think Jeongguk would be so… cheeky?

“Yeah, sure, or that.”

He nods, as he keeps wrapping more rope around Jeongguk’s chest.

It’s quite intimate, having to work his way around Jeongguk, hands brushing over his fit body, having to go underneath the armpits, lean in to wrap rope around him and grab it from the other end.

“You said you saw pictures of this, right? How did you find those pictures?”

The question catches Jimin off guard, and he feels a little caught.

“Uh- you know- just came across my timeline.”

Jeongguk tilts his head back a little, as Jimin is hovering above him to wrap the rope around his shoulders.

“You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”

The small smile pulling on Jeongguk’s lips makes Jimin burn up. He sits back down on his knees behind Jeongguk, so he doesn’t have to stare at his face.

“Well, I guess I was on a specific page about shibari.”

Jeongguk chuckles.

“How did you get there?”

Jimin works on his first knot slowly, admires Jeongguk’s back.

“I.. was reading about it.”

“Reading?”

“Mm.” He nods, bringing the rope around to Jeongguk’s chest again, working around to sit in front of him. “I like to read.”

“About bondage?”

Jeongguk quirks a brow, and this time Jimin can’t escape it.

“Yeah, I mean, I like erotica.”

Jeongguk’s eyes glint with interest, and even as Jimin goes to tie a knot at the side of Jeongguk’s chest, he can feel the intensity of that stare.

“So, you’re a bit of a pervert then?”

Jimin holds his breath for a moment, looks up through his lashes.

“Don’t know..” he finishes the knot, sees how perfectly well the rope accentuates Jeongguk’s big pecs. “Tight enough?”

Jeongguk smirks at him as he nods.

Hot. Jesus Christ, he’s hot.

Jimin quickly moves towards Jeongguk’s back, feels his heart in his throat.

“Aren’t you a pervert for wanting to be tied up by some hookup?”

He diverts the attention, brings the rope back around.

There’s a soft chuckle, and then a shrug.

“I don’t know, I’m doing it for her. Isn’t this all for the sake of the one uhh, the one doing the tying up?”

“Nawashi.”

“What?”

“The one doing the tying up is called Nawashi, it’s Japanese for rope artist.”

He read it a few days ago in his guide book.

“Oh, well sorry, mr. Rope Artist. I wasn’t familiar with the ancient ways.”

Jeongguk looks over his shoulder, and Jimin burns up with embarrassment, doesn’t know how else to out it so he slaps Jeongguk’s back.

“I just read it, didn’t mean to sound like a-“

“Weeb?”

“Shut up.”

“It’s okay rope-sensei.”

Fuck, Jeongguk is the worst, chuckling and all while making fun of him.

He cringes at himself for even explaining it, and just goes to wrap the rope around Jeongguk’s upper arms next, making sure he pulls it tight.

“And it’s not, by the way.”

“It’s not okay?”

“No, I mean, it’s not all for the sake of the binder, it’s for the one getting tied up too.”

Jeongguk turns his head to the side again, casts him a glance, playful glint in his eyes.

“No fancy name for the one getting tied up?”

Ah, that bastard really does know how to embarrass him.

He casts his gaze down, sees how pretty the dark red rope embraces that broad, muscular back. What a sight.

“Uke.”

He says, looking up to see Jeongguk raise an eyebrow.

“Which means?”

“To receive.” He says, ties a bigger, celtic knot on Jeongguk’s back. “They use it to refer to bottoms too.”

“Oh?”

“How’s the friction, does this knot hurt?”

Jimin presses against one of them, hears Jeongguk’s breath hitch.

“No, feels good.”

His voice sounds breathy, makes Jimin burn up a bit.

“Sure? No tension anywhere?”

He makes his way around to look at Jeongguk, and fuck, he already looks so good with just that chest harness.

“Don’t think so.”

Jeongguk drawls.

God, he looks good tied up. Especially with those big eyes looking up at him. There’s something so submissive about it that it stirs something inside of him.

“Good. I’m gonna tie your arms behind your back now.”

“Yeah, all yours.”

Jeongguk says, and Jimin tries to ignore the way that makes him feel.

He just makes his way around to Jeongguk’s back, a little lightheaded as he starts binding his arms.

“So, the uke is supposed to feel something too?”

Jimin nods, even though Jeongguk doesn’t see.

“Yeah, you can feel the tension of the rope right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that can feel good. The way the rope drags around your body.” He explains, running his finger along the rope on Jeongguk’s back, hearing him take a sharp breath. “Or maybe the heat of the friction.”

Jeongguk hums softly, nods his head like he understands. It’s kind of cute.

“Could also be a mental thing, that you like to be in someone else’s control.”

He silently ties the rope around Jeongguk’s lower arms, eyes over the way his triceps flex, those shoulders tensing up a little. He puts a hand on top of Jeongguk’s shoulder blade.

“Still okay? You’re tensing up.”

“Mmh, just, can’t move much..”

Jimin bites his lower lip, looks at how Jeongguk is immobilised, feels heat lick down his spine.

“Need me to loosen up the knots?”

“N-no, I like it.”

There’s a shift in the atmosphere, Jimin feels his hands get a little hot as he accidentally messes up one of the ties. He takes a few deep breaths to calm his mind.

This is his roommate. He has no idea if Jeongguk is straight or bi or gay, but he can’t be feeling these things right now.

“What about you?” Jeongguk asks then, voice a little raspy. “Like to be in control?”

Jimin’s throat runs a little dry, and he accidentally tugs a little harshly on the rope.

Jeongguk gasps, head falling back just a little.

“Sorry- that was-“

“S’fine.”

Jimin blushes profusely, tries to keep his eyes on the rope.

“I like it when the uke can’t move much.”

Just like Jeongguk right now, with his arms bound like this.

Fuck, the things he could do to him.

Arousal creeps up on him slowly, in the form of heat flaring up his face, blood rushing down to his cock, how he ties the knots a little tighter, let’s his hands caress over Jeongguk’s arms deliberately.

“The patterns are pretty too..”

He says to just keep some sort of conversation going, otherwise he’s going to go insane. Jeongguk just hums again, doesn’t really reply, like he’s lost in it.

God.. give him strength.

“But- isn’t there- I don’t know- sex involved usually?” Jeongguk asks then. “Or is it just about the feeling of the binding?”

“It can be both.” Jimin answers quickly, licks his lower lip, eyelids sinking a little. “The process is erotic to some, kind of like foreplay.”

He finishes tying Jeongguk’s wrists, moves on to do some decorative knots.

“Mm.” Jeongguk nods. “So you- this form you’re doing now, is it turning you on?”

Fuck.

What a question.

“It’s- I mean- this is just practice.” He deflects, though his cock is half-hard right now. “It’s different.”

“Right, of course.”

Jeongguk tries to move his arms, but they’re tied tightly against his back. There’s a soft curse under his breath. It sends a hot rush down Jimin’s spine.

“You still good?”

“Yeah just checking the- uh.. the tightness.”

“How is it?”

“Good.”

Jimin blushes, proud of his work. He moves on to do some other other knots along Jeongguk’s spine.

“Tell me when it starts to feel tense.”

He says softly, then pulls slowly on one of the ropes, bringing Jeongguk’s arms a little closer together behind his back. The drag of the rope over that beautiful frame has Jimin’s cock stiffening even more.

Jeongguk’s breathing gets a little heavier, head hanging down a little.

“Right there..”

His voice sounds so in trance, Jimin is sure it’s doing something to Jeongguk as well. Which makes it worse, because he can already barely conceal his lust.

He ties a knot right there, drags his fingers over Jeongguk’s spine, feels the heat through the fabric of his shirt.

“So- then, it’s during the binding that you- kind of- get off to it?”

This time around it’s Jimin who gasps. And he doesn’t know how to even respond.

Jeongguk lifts his head, looks over his shoulder. And oh, he’s all flushed in the face. A little sweat shimmering on his cheeks.

“It’s- it’s usually- like, after, when you’re all tied up.”

He stutters, breaking out in sweat as well.

“Is’t that unfair to the uke? How can they get off when they’re tied up?”

Jeongguk’s eyes are a little half-lidded, a hazy glaze over them.

Jimin swallows, didn’t think he’d have to explain the most obvious answer there is.

“The- the nawashi usually does it for them.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he turns his head back to look in front of him, so Jimin can’t see him anymore.

“Oh.” Jeongguk clears his throat. “Right.”

“That’s kind of- usually why..” God, he can’t even get it past his lips. “that’s why the uke gets tied up, so the binder can make them feel good.”

His heartbeat increases steadily, and he forces himself to work on more knots, just to have a way out of this whole situation.

“So- if this uh.. if this were a real situation.. how would you make me feel good?”

Is Jeongguk asking these questions because he just wants the conversation to keep going or is he asking them because he wants it to happen?

Jimin is slowly going insane.

“I guess- I guess I’d just, I don’t know..” He’s short of breath. “I’d just run my hands over you.”

He settles on that, because he’s not sure if he can go into detail, if Jeongguk even wants him to go into detail.

“Why do I need to be tied up for you to do that?”

“Because I like that you can’t stop me, physically.” Jimin feels his body temperature rise exponentially when he confesses that. “I like that I get to decide when you come.”

Jeongguk seems to freeze for a second, and Jimin wonders if he took it too far with that last comment, but then there’s a soft hum. It sounds almost like a moan.

“So you- you do it for the sake of edging, then?”

“Yeah, and overstimulation.”

He finishes the last knot and just admires his work, flushed from bottom to top, dick hard, out of breath. The patterns look beautiful over Jeongguk’s spine, and his arms are tied so tight that there’s no way he can move.

Fuck, it looks pretty.

He hooks a finger around the middle part and tugs on it a little.

“It’s all done..”

“Oh..”

Jeongguk only nods, but he doesn’t move an inch. Like he’s anticipating more.

“How does it feel?”

Jimin asks, checking on some of the knots, feeling how damp Jeongguk’s back has gotten from sweat.

“Good, tight.”

“Too tight?”

Jeongguk shakes his head.

Then it’s silent again.

Fuck, this is the part where he has to undo everything again, say thank you to his roommate for modelling for him and send him on his way.

Yet, Jeongguk doesn’t fucking move, just takes deep, shallow breaths.

And Jimin can’t fucking help himself. He leans in slowly, aligns his lips with Jeongguk’s ear.

“Should I elaborate on how I’d make you feel good?”

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chapter 2