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btssmutficslovingfan01 · 4 years ago

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The Afterparty

Summary: You’ve been a fan of BTS for seven years and counting. When you see them at the GRAMMYs after-party, you’re surprised to find that no one is even going up to talk to them. They’re making a spectacle of them, as the boys lounge lazily on the couches. With sweaty palms, you finally manage to stutter out a “hello,” to Namjoon, the leader of the group. A lot can happen in one night, especially when you’re the only one who makes them feel welcome.

Words: 6.8k

Pairing: BTS x Reader (all members)

Genre: Smut, pwp

Warnings: Gangbang, Vanilla sex, Oral (m & f receiving), spit-roasting, Unprotected Sex, Bad use of condoms (if you have them, use ‘em!), Double Penetration, Sex toys, rope-play, hints at Jungkook getting together with reader, possessive pillow-talk

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“Hey guys, I’m a huge fan.” You wave at all the members, feeling immediately small as they say a small “hello” back. It was your first time getting tickets to a huge awards show, much less coming to an afterparty where only the hottest celebrities gather together for one night. You weren’t a celebrity, but at least you were making an effort to talk to them without clout-chasing.

They could tell you were nervous, so Joon speaks to you in a soft voice.

“Hi, it’s always great to meet a fan. How long have you been listening to our music?” You look down, feeling too dizzy to look at him directly in the eyes. You could feel the eyes of jealous onlookers on you as you speak to your favorite artist.

“Seven years. I found out about you guys during the ORUL8,2? Era. I fell in love with your cute grunge band type theme there.” Namjoon, for the first time in a long time, actually blushes at your words. As he rubs his neck, Hoseok and Jin who were sitting next to him gaze at you in bewilderment.

“Yeah, not my greatest era.” His genuine laugh catches everyone off-guard, they thought they weren’t supposed to socialize with anyone.

“I love your songs though, and your lyrics are amazing. Jin, may I just say, Epiphany was so well sung. I even got a tattoo of the lyrics!” You pull your sleeve up to show Jin your tattoo. He exclaims, “Wow.” before setting your arm down. “By the way, when is D-2 gonna come out, Yoongi? The first one was so good. Oh sorry, was I rambling? Oh God, I’m rambling.” You sigh in embarrassment as the members find themselves thinking about how cute you look all self-aware of your surroundings.

“It’s fine. Here, you can sit between Jimin and Yoongi. There’s room on the seat of the couch, since they decided to take the armrests.” You can’t believe you’re between your bias and biaswrecker. Well, you are an OT7 bias, but you were sitting at the hip level between the two men. Who you idolize. 13-year old you is dying.

“So, Yoongi...are you at least bringing back Tony Montana for a studio version?” Jimin says something to him in Korean before shoving him playfully and then Yoongi turns to you, saying,

“Sorry, no spoilers.”

“Okay, I’m not an interviewer or a reporter. You can tell me, honestly, are you fluent in English?” You direct the question to both the boys as they give you cheeky smiles before Jimin leans in and whispers seductively in your ear. “Yes. We all know English but we pretend like we don’t because we’re too lazy to answer stupid questions.” You blush at the close proximity but mostly because it sounded like Jimin was telling you to piss off.

“Wow. You guys are cool. I could never act so well,” You find yourself more at ease with them, locking eyes with Taehyung across on the other couch opposite of you, with Jungkook on his phone and too distracted to notice your silent eye-fucking. You wouldn’t know, you were too oblivious to pick up on his arousal. He wanted you, bad. “Well, I’m gonna head down to the snack table. Anyone want anything?” This time Jungkook looks up, tucking his phone into his pocket before running after you.

“Me too.” His broken English is so cute, as he follows you to the table to find a feast. He licks his lips, in seeing the giant chicken untouched and ready for consumption. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a couple of girls pretending like they’re scrolling through their phones and taking pictures of him. You wish there was a no phone rule or something like that at this afterparty.

You move to his other side, blocking his view from the girls as he obviously looks up at you after grabbing some drinks.

“You take four. I took two. Jin and V on diet.”

“I know your secret. You don’t have to talk in broken English, Jungkook.” He smiles as you call him by his name correctly, you’re sure he’s grateful to you for not prying. Most Americans would get all up in his business.

“Thank you.” He whispers softly as you grab the cups and balance them on a plate.

“For you guys.” You pass out the drinks to the members and immediately Namjoon starts up another conversation with you.

“Is this your first after party?”

“Yeah, but it’s fun. At least it’s memorable for me because I got to meet you guys. Sorry, I’m still a little star struck.” He lets out a chuckle as you take a sip of the champagne.

“You’re handling it pretty well. If I were in your shoes I would’ve freaked out. It’s so cool that you stuck with us for so long.” You shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips as Namjoon takes a sip of his drink as well.

“Not really. You guys are just regular people and I think fans forget that sometimes, it’s easy to forget when you guys dance so in sync and robotically without even thinking.”

“It takes a lot of hard work.” He reassures you.

“So, did you bring your girlfriends?” You mock the interviewers’ questions as Namjoon guffaws. “I’m just kidding. I don’t care, I stan you for your music and your animated personalities, cheers guys.” You clink glasses with them as they take a sip, all eyes on you as you stand among them instead of looking at them like trophies in a glass case. Everyone in the room was watching you, as you interacted with the “Korean act” so naturally.

There was nothing to it, you didn’t care if they were staring anymore. If anything, you felt more welcome standing next to Bangtan.

“So is asking about personal relationships just an American thing?” You cringe thinking about the Ellen show and how she asked inappropriate questions such as “have you ever hooked up with ARMY?” and completely disrespected them. You didn’t want them to get the wrong impression of you from that bad encounter.

“It’s a strange concept but unfortunately yes, it is normalized here. I think you handled it pretty well though, Tae’s reaction was memed when in reality it was completely understandable!” Taehyung looks up from his phone at the mention of his name, staring directly at you once again.

“Why does he keep looking at me like that?”

“I think he wants to talk to you, dear.” Namjoon’s sudden change in demeanor intimidates you. You shake it off as Namjoon pushes you towards the couch where Taehyung is lounging on while Jungkook disappears off to the bathroom.

“H-Hi Tae.” You awkwardly stock over to the couch as the second youngest BTS member eyes you up and down.

“What’s your deal? Do you want a picture, an autograph? I can’t figure you out.” He sounds cold and calculating, despite your thoughts kindling telling you he was a warm and kindhearted person.

“I’ve been honest this entire night. I wanted to drop by and say hi to the group that I’ve been stanning for seven years. Is that suspicious?” He rubs his jaw, gulping the rest of his drink before setting it down on the table next to him. He looked like he was about to eat you alive, and you loved it.

“No. I can tell you’re being sincere. We’re chill. Joon, everything’s chill.”

“Alright, now that that's done, our manager told us to be back in our hotel room in 10. We were supposed to skip the after party as we do in all awards shows but he insisted we make an appearance. That’s why we’re here.” Namjoon rounds the members up and everyone adjusts his pants accordingly as they stand up.

“Oh, you guys are leaving?” You sound hurt, but with Jimin’s warm fingertips suddenly on your cold shoulder, you shudder at the small shock from his touch.

“Sorry, how about we just take a quick picture together? I think you’re one of the coolest fans we’ve met.” You didn’t want this night to end.

The Park Jimin just told you that you’re cool. You felt complete.

After snapping a couple pictures, Jungkook quickly appears by your side, stopping the other members.

“Wait, they’re playing “Cotton Eye-Joe” I wanna dance!” Namjoon rolls his eyes before dismissing him. To your surprise, he asks you to dance (very anxiously at that) and you follow him to the dance floor.

Even if it’s a private event, there are a lot of people in the crowd. You and Jungkook also hold hands so you don’t get separated. Suddenly, everyone forms lines. As the song starts, the crowd starts dancing in sync. You teach Jungkook the moves and just as his curious eyes meet yours, you hear the sound of a bell. They were gonna say toasts.

“That was…” You can’t place your finger on it, but Jungkook looked like he had just seen a ghost. He looked strange. You’ve never seen him give anyone that look. Could he be...Jungshook?

You raise an eyebrow as he suddenly runs back to Namjoon, whispering something in his ear and then going to the other members as well. You’re confused as Namjoon pulls you aside, tapping your shoulder instead of grabbing your hand to follow him. You go to a smaller area blocked off from the crowd.

“Sorry, there were too many cameras around there. I was wondering if you wanted to come with us for the private after-party celebration and have some drinks? We normally go live and then after we turn off the camera we get a little drunk and wild. Plus, Jungkook said he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.” As he smirks you realize what he just meant. Jungkook was attracted to you?! Either that or he meant it in the most friendly, non-sexual way possible.

“Alright. Um, where are you guys staying by the way?” Namjoon gives you a sexy smirk before leaning and whispering right up against your ear:

“Room 327 on the third floor. That floor is off limits but we’ll let the guards know you’re allowed in there.” You look around before following him out and discreetly making your way to the girls’ bathroom.

“Did you see that bitch parading around the boys like she was their eighth member or something? Pathetic, honestly I gotta give her a C+ for trying. I couldn’t talk to their leader Jimin looking like a trashbag.”

“K, they were literally ogling her. Like you gotta admit, her dress was super cute and her makeup was pretty too.”

“What’s wrong with you G? Are you crushing on her or something? You’ve got to get your eyes checked. She wasn’t even pretty. If anything our boys were uncomfortable.” You open the stall door, washing your hands quickly and quietly ducking out after patting dry. The girls in the restroom make wide big eyes when they realize they just messed with the wrong bitch.

They’re pretending like they were the ones that got invited to the secret BTS party. Losers, they were just sour because Jungkook didn’t even give them the time of day.

You decide to head up to the room after 10 minutes of Namjoon signaling you to get ready and then as soon as you see them leave the party, you sneak up the stairwell. A bulky, tall and surprisingly handsome bodyguard stops you.

He pushes his glasses down to see you, and then lets you through to go join the boys.

You quietly knock on the door to be greeted by a smiling Hobi, and he shushes you before pushing you behind the couch in their suite. The room was so wide and big, different from the hotel room you were staying in for sure.

Within five minutes or so the boys wrap up and then Yoongi leans over and pulls you out of your hiding spot.

“Hey! It’s you, um what’s your name?” Jin scratches his head for an answer. All the members seem a lot more talkative in comparison to earlier. The mood is light and merry.

“Y/N! And bring on the drinks, I’m gonna get tipsy.” The boys chant for you as you chug half a bottle within five seconds, still sober as you burp.

“Cute.” Jungkook laughs as you excuse yourself and take a sip of water to even out the playing field.

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“So now that we’re all drunk, how about we play a game of sexual ‘never have I ever’?” Namjoon’s proposal is favored as all of the members murmur words of agreement.

“Sounds good. Okay, I’ll go first. Never have I ever humped a pillow.” You, Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok put a finger down at Yoongi’s confession.

“Never have I ever sucked dick.” Hoseok says, immediately spurring you, Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon.

“Really Tae? I thought you did.” Jin says, slapping his thigh as he turns bright red.

“No. I never experimented either.”

“Okay...hmm this is hard. Never have I ever been in a threesome.” Everyone puts their fingers down except Jin, who cries in the corner.

“Damn, that’s rough. Okay, never have I ever used lube.” Every man in the room groans as Jimin grins toothily. You found it charming how he managed to sound so cheeky but alluring at the same time.

“Never have I ever been in a romantic relationship that lasted for more than a month,” Namjoon and Yoongi put their fingers down as the other members complain about being too busy. You also put your finger down, biting your lip. “It’s your turn.” He reminds you.

“Um..never have I ever been sexually intimate with a woman.” All of the guys groan as you target them, putting their fingers down at your words.

“Never have I ever been in a gangbang. I had friends who talked about doing the same girl plenty of times in school and shit before we debuted. It was fucking annoying, I just wish I could get it out of the way.”

The room falls silent as you pipe up, clearing your throat before speaking, “Well, why don’t you? There’s one girl here and...ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ...so I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Jin breaks the silence with a stupid dad joke, making Hoseok and Jimin fall into a fit of giggles.

“So are we done? There’s no way any of you have been in a gangbang before,” Your voice stands out as all of the boys look at you, half-offended and half-aroused. “Am I the only one here who has actually been in the middle of three or more guys like that?” More accurately, you had a gangbang with two pairs of boys from neighboring schools, so no one ever found out about your promiscuous activities while you were 17.

“And you have? How could we believe you?” Yoongi spits out, sounding more defensive than anyone else in the room.

“I can suck three dicks at the same time. I’m not ashamed of my talents.” Yoongi gives you a harsh, judgemental stare. You’ve seen that look from your peers and teachers way back in high school and your workplace. They are doubting your abilities.

“Joon, why don’t you tell her why you really invited her here tonight?” Namjoon puts his glass on the table before standing up and pulling you towards him, your body lands on his, your head resting on his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“We like sharing. Tonight, it seemed that Jungkookie took a liking to you. And we agreed, it would be good to get the maknae some pussy, especially since he hasn’t gotten laid in months. We decided you were the perfect candidate.” You gawk as he allows you to drop to your knees, your eyes wide as if you were asking for permission. Joon nods, sitting back down to give you access to his thighs as you crawl between his legs and inhale the wonderful scent of expensive cologne.

“Guys, are you really doing this in the middle of the couch? At least take it to the big bed where we can all see you, geez.” You’re surprised to see Yoongi unwinding on the couch, his dick large and bouncing against his thigh as he rubs the tip and goes back to the base as you’ve seen in porn.

“Jungkook-Ah, come here. You said you can suck three dicks at once, right Y/N?” You nod, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and feeling Jungkook’s growing bulge through his boxers first before pulling them to the floor and then taking his dick into your mouth as well.

Both men moan as you simultaneously suck them off, your tongue sneaking down to the bases of each individual cock so you could lick them to orgasm. You know simple little tricks can make all the impact.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that. Shit.” It was strange, hearing curses fall from your favorite idols’ lips. Namjoon’s cock was much longer in comparison to Jungkook’s, but in whatever Jungkook lacked in length, he made up for in thickness. You were having trouble now, breathing heavily as you discard their clothes one by one.

The boys watch you intently as you suck them off, and you’re also equally aware of the men on the couches, who are watching your display of expert cocksucking.

Jimin, Tae, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin have their hands in their pants or on their boxers as each man strokes himself to the site of you sucking their band members. You liked the taste, since they most likely ate fruits and drank sweet things to make their cum taste good. You can tell how healthy a person is just by the taste of their juices.

You lick your lips with a smack, your eye makeup is smeared and it makes you look like a raccoon before Namjoon grabs a tissue and wipes your eyes off for you.

You smile before peeling off the dress completely to reveal your lingerie. The men watch as you play with your huge breasts in front of them, toying with your bra as if you have trouble taking it off.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook groans as you start working and them again, now taking both cocks into your mouth at the same time and letting them see stars before pinching the tips with your long fake nails.

“Shit.” Namjoon and Jungkook came simultaneously, thanks to you. You smile as Jungkook grabs another tissue and helps wipe the cum off your cheeks and mouth before pressing the softest kiss to your lips. “I hope you’re okay with intimacy. We’re boys with hearts.” Namjoon puts a hand on his chest, signaling the “heart,” on his right side. That also adds onto his clumsy charm, the “God of Destruction” making an impromptu appearance as you make your mark.

“Yes, because your heart is totally on the right side of your chest. Come here, big boy.” You give Namjoon a lingering kiss after breaking from Jungkook and then you turn to the other boys on the couch.

“I wanna taste you.” Suddenly Jimin is kissing down your inner thighs, trailing saliva down your entire leg before kissing back up and staring up at you, just as Jungkook squeezes your boobs.

“I hope you don’t mind. We’re far from being done here.” You groan and close your eyes as pleasure takes you from all sides. Hoseok and Yoongi are circling your navel, joining Jimin in the attack on your clit, while Taehyung and Jin are working on your breasts as Jungkook and Namjoon hold your hair back, allowing the others to get a piece of you. When Yoongi and Hoseok step back, rubbing their naked dicks in their hands you realize everyone in the room is naked, including you. Jimin ripped off your panties and threw them on the floor next to the door while Namjoon took your bra off.

This is the first time you’ve seen all of them naked. They look even better without clothes on, in all honesty.

“Ji—FUCK!” You moan, bucking your hips as Jimin swirls his tongue right between your folds, hitting the perfect spot as you whine like a horny bitch.

“You’re fine sweetheart, just take his tongue. You can take another dick, right?” Before you can process what’s happening, Taehyung is fucking your mouth, his bulge poking the back of your neck uncomfortably. You still enjoy the sensation of being filled, so you don’t mind too much.

“Is everything okay? Thumbs up if you’re good, thumbs down if you feel bad.” Namjoon brings you back to reality as you give him a thumbs up, your heart racing in your ribcage as Tae fucks your face and Jimin eats you out.

Jin, during this whole time, was nowhere to be found. You wondered what he was doing. Maybe he was preparing a surprise for you? Your thoughts fail to wander as Taehyung’s testes slap against your cheeks, hard enough for you to go numb. Your face hurts but the gesture itself was so kinky, you wanted to see it again.

“Tae, slow down, make her feel good first. Jimin, fuck her faster.” Namjoon takes the lead as you lie back, panting heavily as Tae gives you a moment to catch your breath, his cock resting on your chin as you catch your breath, the sensation of Jimin’s lips testing your bundle of nerves as you shudder with an all-too familiar feeling.

You couldn’t believe a BTS member was about to make you cum tonight, for real, and not some drawn-out fantasy like the many lonely nights you spent with your vibrator and dildos at home. You’re so glad all of your friends passed up on this opportunity, according to them BTS were a bunch of “gay kpop dudes,” and “girls,” because they wear makeup like any other celebrity that would appear on camera. You would’ve gone back to your hotel room early to sleep in so you could wake up and go home after an unexciting night of wasted opportunity. You were so happy that this was happening.

At least you shoot your shot, and it actually worked this time.

When you open your eyes, you’re surprised to see that both men have switched positions, this time Taehyung ripping open a condom as your eyes widen, your mouth watering at the sight of his huge dick. You knew he had a big dick from the moment you stanned BTS. Now here it was, in the flesh, ready to enter your hungry, hungry hole. Your pussy tightens immediately at the thought, and you’re soon distracted by Jimin and Hoseok’s actions as they begin peppering your body with hickies. You don’t really mind, it’s not like anyone important is going to see you when you go home. Besides, this is Bangtan for pete’s sake, who the fuck would stop them from leaving marks? You wanted a reminder of this night, since this was just as special to you as it was to them.

Jimin moves his plush lips down to meet yours as Hoseok kisses your weak spot, right on the side of your neck. You giggle from the ticklish feeling of his tongue on your neck, practically melting into the bed as Taehyung rubs his cockhead against your weeping entrance, your pussy already slick wet with arousal as he nudges your legs further apart. His cock is huge, but it’s not ridiculously out of proportion. It fits his body, as a cock should look on a man, naturally. You’re so glad you aren’t a virgin. You remember freaking out after first seeing a dick in an erotic film.

Tae’s cock is far from weird or awkward, it’s actually as pretty and ethereal as the rest of him. You could say the same for the other guys, as their cocks fit their bodies too. It’s just a minute detail, but since you were obsessed with these seven men since forever, you pick up on it. Tae gives you that signature boxy smirk once again as you finish ogling him, making awkward eye contact with the 5’ 10” man as he teasingly slides his cock right up your most sensitive area.

“Cute, you’re so wet, I don’t think I could resist now.” You moan obnoxiously loud as your body convulses from the sheer force of his thighs meeting yours. You whimper out of pain, but as soon as your inner walls adjust to his size, you let out another sinful moan.

“Hobi...Jimin.” You see both men above you as you open your eyes slightly, their cocks hanging in front of your face. You love it, being treated like a whore when in reality you wouldn’t think of even holding hands with a boy. Maybe it’s the Bangtan effect. They’re all hot and they treat you so well, kissing you and checking up on you every few minutes. It’s not like an awkward fanfiction where the characters are mostly silent with prolonged descriptions of sex and wayyy too much background when it’s supposed to be a simple pwp smut.

You personally love reading those things, especially the 10,000 word ones. Now that you’re actually living it, you can see why authors would want to elaborate. The feeling can’t be expressed with dialogue, it’s so much more than that.

You sigh into their cocks as you suck them interchangeably. Both men are entirely fixated on you, watching as you somehow manage to please them while getting brutally fucked by their roughest bandmate. It was impressive, they’ve never seen a girl as talented as you. Maybe that’s because you’re the first girl they’ve ever fucked altogether.

This is a very special day for them indeed, as the city flashes purple outside in celebration of BTS attending the Grammys, the eight of you are trapped in your own little world, exploring each other.

Taehyung finishes fucking you after several minutes, your mouth filled with cum and your face stained white as well. Namjoon gives the two men a serious look before signalling the next pair of boys, Yoongi and Jin. Jin cleans you up first, while Yoongi gets you some water to help you recharge. You don’t know if you can truly get through seven men. Only Tae had penetrated you but you still felt incomplete. This wouldn’t be a true gangbang if you didn’t fuck every man at least once.

Yoongi seems to read your expressions, putting an arm around your shoulder and reassuring you first before moving on.

“You make the last call. We’re all okay with this but the moment you say no, it’s all over. I don’t wanna force you.” You find yourself leaning into a kiss, a gentle but firm kiss planting the first seed of desire on his lips. He can’t back away now.

“Can you bend me over and fuck me from behind? I’ve always had that fantasy in my mind from the time I discovered Yoongi smut fiction.” The other men seem impressed, watching you with drinks in hand as you seduce their second-oldest band member.

“Ahem, just so you remember, I’m here too. I grabbed toys earlier so I can prep you, don’t worry it’s clean.” You wanted to so desperately ask Jin where he got them but you snap yourself out of the little fantasy. You’re just a one night stand to them, you probably won’t see them ever again in person, whether it's in a sexual context or not.

“Mmmm, tie me up while you’re at it, would ya? Fuck, I’m into that kinky shit.” Jin gives you a wicked grin. For the first time, you notice his “jokester” persona has a dark side as well. If luck is on your side then sex will Jin will the perfect way to end this amazing night. A finale for the books, tabloids and magazines would eat it up! But you can’t tell anyone. You probably won’t tell anybody. It’s not like you’re a teenage girl from the hills. You can keep a secret.

“Me too, so are you sure you’re okay with this?” You nod as he finishes tying your arms to your sides, your feet still free in case you have to stretch.

“This is so hot, oh look she’s wet again. Why don’t you fuck her first hyung? We can take turns fucking her with the toy and using our dicks.” Yoongi smirks, drooling a little bit at the thought of you completely helpless at their mercy.

“That’s a perfect idea. Princess, you know what to do if it gets to be too much.” You give him a thumbs up as he pushes the dildo up your second hole, the one in the back. You’ve never had anal sex with a guy before. You’ve also never been tied up. This was a new experience for you, and you were excited that the men of BTS were the ones taking your sexperience to another level.

“Ohhhh, that feels amazing Yoongi.” You close your eyes, resting your head on a pillow as Jimin quickly wipes your sweaty forehead with a moist towelette. You give him a small mutter of “thanks,” before feeling a foreign emptiness in your body. Someone took the dildo out! Just as you were about to freak out, Jin quickly replaces it with his fingers. You watch in awe as they play with your clit like you’re a toy.

Then, you finally feel it, a cock wrapped in a condom, but the condom is so thin it feels like it’s barely there! After adjusting to him, you feel Yoongi slipping in behind you. You let out a scream, Jin pressing a harsh kiss to your lips and shushing you as you handle having two relatively large dicks inside you.

Your body shudders with shock and your muscles are tense as you move ever so slightly, adjusting to their slowing pace as they near their release, both men groaning ever so lewdly in your ears. You receive kisses and grunts of praise as they continue thrusting into you with no end.

“I’m so close, you’re so tight baby, so fucking tight.” Yoongi kisses your neck, biting down and leaving another hickey on an unmarked spot.

“Nggg, I’m coming, shit, fuck your pussy feels so good.” You’re so glad you shaved before you attended the awards show. Your lower body was silky smooth, and it made the experience just that much more pleasurable. Jin definitely appreciates it, as you buck your hips up and slam into his cock. Your inner walls are so stretched that you take all 9 inches of his erect gargantuan cock

“Oh, Jin! Yoongi…!” You moan as Yoongi starts rubbing your clit exactly above where Jin’s cock rests, your body jerking forward as you orgasm immediately. Your toes curl and you instinctively suck on something to mask the moans, much similar to how you used to suck your fingers to bite back a moan or two when you were a teenager still living with your parents.

You were so glad there was no one here to interrupt, it was just you and the seven men you adored so much. “Fuck me harder,” You roll your hips back on Yoongi’s body, as he and Jin readjust so you were on your side again but this time Yoongi loosens the ropes holding your arms down. You kiss him gratefully, quickly finding yourself in the middle of a dick sandwich as both men enter you simultaneously, fucking you at a quick pace.

Your body is numb and the only thing you feel is pleasure. It’s too good to be true, you just know it. “Cum in me. Fuck me hard and fill me up with your seed. I don’t care, just someone–anyone fuuuuckk.” You lewdly throw your head back in pleasure, Yoongi kissing your neck softly as he and Jin seemingly switched places, now with Yoongi in the front and Jin in the back.

“Look at her tits bounce. Oh you look so fucking sexy taking our cocks babe. Wish I could live inside you. I bet you’d love being my little cocksleeve, wouldn’t you?” You couldn’t deny his words, he spoke the truth. If a man such as Jin wanted to fuck you anywhere you would let him. That’s just how life is. You know you couldn’t pass up such an opportunity the moment you decided to strip down in front of them. You could take it, all seven of their cocks at once if they let you.

“Mmmph, I’m cumming Hyung. I wanna fuck her, fuck her forever.” Yoongi’s words only hang heavy in your heart, since you know this is just sex talk. In reality you’d have to leave tomorrow only to never see them again. It was the harsh reality of One Night Stands, one every person hates to go through.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know this would happen, of course you would grow attached to the person you’re fucking. It’s a natural reaction, you just didn’t expect Yoongi to be the emotional one, that’s all.

“Cum with me Yoongz, let’s cum inside her together.” The two let out synchronized moans before releasing their precious juices inside of you. Even though they came, they don’t bother pulling out, remaining in their positions as Yoongi presses his lips against yours in a post-sex daze.

“We did it. We all fucked her.” Jin whispers as your uneven breaths slow down, your racing heart calming down as you come down from your euphoric state. You could see their juices dripping down your thighs and spilling onto the white sheets, your body warm as you squeeze your legs so that your pussy really clamps down on Yoongi’s cock, while Jin’s cock twitches in your ass once more.

“It’s over then…?” Yoongi gives you a mischievous smirk, one you recognize from all his MVs. He has a calming laugh as well, the mood somber and fitting instead of an awkward post-sex shuffle for clothes and food. You suppose this is because the members of BTS have been friends for over ten years now, and they just had a way of understanding each other and lightening the mood just by murmuring to each other about random things.

Both men finally pull out of you, leaving you in your own little pool of sex as you lie atop the lonely king-sized bed, feeling more alone than you ever have. At least, you assume they left when an eerie silence settles into the room filled with a fragrance of musk and cologne and a putrid stench that you could only assume was your own sweat.

It’s funny how all the boys still smelled good even after fucking you like how they did. You missed them, even though they were with you just a moment ago.

“I just realized something, I forgot to ask for your name.” You’re surprised to find Jungkook standing before you, holding a towel and a water bottle.

“Y/N.” You didn’t realize it either, but then again you were too distracted getting fucked by monster cocks.

“That’s a pretty name. I was wondering if you wanted to sleep over here tonight? This is my room and I kinda wanted you to myself anyways so what do you say?” You liked the thought of Jungkook fawning over you, but it was even better now that he’s back so you can stare at him all night long.

“Sure.”

“Good, for a second I thought you were doing to say no. That would’ve been embarrassing considering that I kicked everyone out so I could have you.”

“Nuh-uh, that bed can support five people. We played rock paper scissors just so we could figure out who the heck gets to sleep with you tonight. Y/N, if you’re up for it?” You see a fully dressed Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok at the door, the men filing in as Jimin, Tae, and Jin remain nowhere to be found.

“Of course. Just cuddle me for warmth, it’s super cold in here.” The men take care of you just as you’d asked, Namjoon and Yoongi cuddling you from one side while Jungkook and Hoseok cuddle you from the other. You feel like this is definitely more than just a one night stand.

When the morning comes, you’re still in the big bed, surrounded by sleeping BTS members. You couldn’t believe they were real and waking up here was proof that last night really happened and you weren’t drunk off your ass. You remembered it so vividly, Jimin’s lips, Yoongi’s tongue, Hoseok’s fingers. Everyone touched you one way or another and you got to eat a lot of dick.

It all came with the price of your stamina, though. You weren’t the most active person, so your muscles were a little bit sore from all the extraneous activity. It was worth it, you would definitely go through it again even if it meant you had to limp to work the next day. Speaking of work, you had to go to your office today. You were in town for the concert but you had some business to take care of too. You still had a few hours before you had to leave, though, and your things were still in your room which was on a different floor, thank God you picked the same hotel that BTS was staying in without knowing.

“You need a shower, don’t you?” You’re surprised to find Jungkook awake and ready to carry you to the bathroom. You shyly follow him, heart rate rising as he gives you an adorable bunny-toothed smile. His doe eyes are so wide and filled with sparkles, as usual.

“No sex, right? I don’t think my body can handle another round so soon, although I wouldn’t mind if you bent me over and-” Jungkook’s eyes widen as you start.

“Ah, no. I’m not gonna do anything. I’m respectful. Even if we had amazing sex last night that doesn’t mean you can’t say no. You always have a choice.” You never thought of it that way. You thought it was always a permanent deal, just something everyone agreed on.

“So why did you decide to sleep with me? It’s not like you guys planned this, right?” He nods, as you start washing yourself with the shower curtain half open in case Kook wants to join.

“We didn’t. Well, I didn’t. Everyone was bored and we thought we could find different girls to spend the night with each of us. Obviously, things didn’t go as planned since everyone was too intimidated to approach us so we all narrowed our focus down to you. Argh, I should stop speaking for the whole group. What I meant to say was, I actually liked you from the start. Not because you approached me, but just because you treated me like an old friend. It was refreshing, and really nice to see a confident woman for once.”

“You think I’m confident?” You shut off the water as you begin scrubbing your body with soap.

“Of course, you danced in front of a crowd with me, that kind of thing takes guts. It’s like if I asked my childhood idol to dance with me. You did what others couldn’t. You’re amazing Y/N.” You turn the water back on, moaning as the warm water hits your skin just right. That wasn’t all; you were becoming hornier by the second.

Jungkook must’ve sensed it, since he pounces into the shower, fully naked and displaying everything. You can’t help but drop to your knees, innocently sucking his cock head and kissing his underside down to his balls where the last piece of hair remains. Jungkook’s pale face is flushed a lovely rosy pink as you lick the miniscule hairs, his whines setting you on edge as the water drowns out your noise once and for all.

“Cum on my face, Kook. I wanna taste your juices.” Jungkook lets out a girlish whine as you drive him over the edge with your dirty talk. He thrusts his hips forward, making you gag on his cock and tears well up in your eyes as his cum bubbles in the back of your throat. Seeing you actually covered in his cum is a different story, it activates a side of him he didn’t know he had until now.

“On your feet. I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you loud enough for my bandmates to hear.” Your moans are all that could be heard throughout the vicinity as Jungkook gives it to you good. His cock is swollen red, blood rushing to his face, heart, and lungs as he absolutely ruins you like you wished.

“I don’t think I can walk.” You croak, voice destroyed since he fucked your throat well before.

“You don’t have to. From now on, let me take care of you.” You didn’t have a problem with that, but little did you know that his bandmates had a very different vision for you in the near future.

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Dark Ending, hope you enjoyed the story! ♡

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hello everyone!! All new episode of Cuba v DR!!! Enjoy!!

EPISODE 26

“We should have a big dinner to tell everyone,” you say softly as the two of you drive back from the doctor. You smile down at the pictures of your babies. “Two…” You whisper and suddenly that doesn't sound so exciting. “Oh god, my body, they're gonna ruin my whole body,” you look at yourself in the mirror. “I don't know if there's enough cardio in the world to work off twins. I'm gonna go from a size zero to a size fourteen and I'm never gonna get back.”

“I heard with the second pregnancy, you start to show a lot sooner, too,” Nevada mused. “A big dinner sounds good, pero we should probably wait till your brother and Izzy get back,” he added.

You were barely listening anymore, “I don't look like I do much but I work out for three hours a day, five times a week. No one naturally keeps this body,” you frown at yourself. “I use exfoliating body scrubs, cream moisturizers, eye cream, face serums and a cooling mint facial mask… I keep it tight. All of it. And twins?!”

“Tremenda casita van a tener our boys,” he mused, smirking softly at your minor meltdown and slightly amused by it as well. “Oye y los stretch marks van acer…” He wagged his hand in front of him. “De madre. Not to mention once they get here, you’re gonna have one hanging off each teta when they get hungry.”

You opened the door at the nearest red light walking right out onto the street. “I'm not gonna be the size of a house!”

“Oh my God,” he groaned, rolling his eyes as he looked over at you standing with your arms crossed. “I was kidding, mi amor. Come on, get back in the car, Dama. Oye, ahora, the lights about to change.”

“No! I'm gonna walk all the way home! Because I'm in shape. I should walk fucking naked! Because I'm apparently only gonna have this body for another month or so!” You made the same gestures with your hands, “and the stretch marks!”

“Barbie…?” You heard Amber's voice from behind you and turn to face her and Captain Madison. “What are you doing…?”

“Hi, I'm...rehearsing for a play...about crazy pregnant ladies...called...Crazy Pregnant Lady...hi…”

“She’s got the part down pretty good, no?” Nevada quipped. “Baby, the light’s gonna turn green, get back in the car,” he said again.

“No! Not after that stretch mark comment!”

Amber turned to look at Nevada with a sympathetic smile before patting your back. “I got her Nevada, it's fine.”

“Be my guest,” Nevada answered, looking over at Captain Madison. “Oye, Capitan, vamos a cojer una cervesa,” he said to Madison.

“Um--”

“He wants you to go get a beer with him,” Amber offered, looking back at Troy.

“Oh...yeah sure,” Troy replied. “Ladies,” Troy nodded politely to them before heading to the car and hopping in.

Amber watched the SUV drive off and led you towards the sidewalk, walking with you towards your apartment.

“So what was that all really about?” she asked, a little hesitant to hear more about your pregnancy.

You turned to Amber and took her hands, “you won't tell Omar, chicks before dicks, right?”

“Of course, I won’t tell Omar, I swear,” she replied.

“We're having twins,” you whispered softly to her, a smile creeping onto your face just at the thought.

Amber frowned, but quickly recovered, forcing a smile on her face and hugging you sideways.

“That’s great! Wow, that’s...that’s crazy,” she said, looking straight ahead after a moment. She couldn’t help the way a sadness came over her. It seemed that her life was being defined more and more by a single decision she’d made almost ten years ago. If she had just stayed in New York. If only she hadn’t been so secretive about leaving for Afghanistan. If she had told Rafael how she’d been feeling suffocated.

She glanced over at you, suddenly seeing herself with a smile, lightly touching her belly with so much love in her heart. But it wasn’t her, it was you, and she was still barren.

“Two babies,” she mumbled, almost to herself. “How did Nevada take the news?”

“First he said we should vacuum one out, and now he says I'm gonna get huge and have stretch marks,” you huffed. “He's being such a dick.”

“He’s probably just trying to figure out how you’re gonna care for two babies while he’s off killing people and selling drugs,” Amber blurted out, quickly adding. “He’s just being a douche, he’ll come around.”

You were stunned for a moment, lacing your arm with hers, “are you okay?” You asked softly as the two of you walked.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she replied, smiling brightly at you. “I think I might be getting my period,” she added, rolling her eyes. “Look, Nevada was just being Nevada. You know sometimes he says things without thinking...and I mean, fuck, you married the guy after what? Two years together? I’m sure he said dumb shit before you married him.”

“Yeah, I know, I'm not sure why this is grating on my nerves so badly. He didn't see me much after Lily, I was really insecure about my body. Now twins? When I got out of prison, he got a wife with a six pack back. I think he just thinks my body magically stays like that.”

“I dunno,” she mumbled. “So where’s Lily right now?” she asked.

“Her and Mami have their weekly abuela day and Lily asked if she could sleep over, then her and I are gonna go to the park later, probably have cuddles and story time,” you smiled.

“That was descriptive,” Amber mumbled under her breath. “Your mom still pissed at Nevada?”

“Furious, but I can't really blame her,” you sighed and shrugged. “I dunno, I feel like I should be angrier but...why? I said for better or worse, that was worse.”

“Just because you said for better or for worse, doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to be mad at him. I mean he said the same vows, didn’t he? And he broke them,” Amber answered.

You nodded and shrugged, “I'm hurt, but I can't seem to find it in me to be angry. I'm just so happy to have him back,” you sighed and nodded to the diner they'd walked in front of. “Come on, my treat.”

“Thank you for the beer, sir.” Troy nodded.

“Oye chico, por favor, con el sir. Call me Nevada or something,” Nevada groaned, taking a long sip from his own beer. “You’re welcome.”

“How long have you and Mrs. Ramirez been together?”

“Why? You hoping to move in soon?” Nevada asked softly, arching a brow as he looked at Troy.

“What? No, I was just trying to make conversation,” he sipped his beer and stayed silent.

“Six years,” Nevada replied after a moment. “What about you? You got a girl?”

“No Sir-I mean...Nevada. I’m married to the job, never really had time for a lady in my life. I’d want to give her my full attention,” he took another swig of beer. “How many kids do you have..?”

“Two...and two fucking more on the way, so I needed this beer,” Nevada replied, lifting his bottle in a mock toast and taking a long gulp.

“Twins, congratulations,” he smiled warmly. “That must be a thrill.”

“For my asshole, maybe,” Nevada mumbled, taking another long pull from his beer. “My line of work is pretty time consuming,” he added.

“Yeah? What kind of work do you do?”

“I own a few businesses around town,” Nevada answered.

“Oh, an entrepreneur, that must be very nice to have around,” he said with a polite nod. “A very lucrative business?”

“I do alright,” Nevada replied, furrowing his brows a little. “How long you town for?”

“A few weeks, maybe longer, I’m here until they call me back, our last...mission was pulled, so I have some time before they need me.”

“How nice for you,” Nevada mused, downing the rest of his beer, and motioning for the bartender to bring him another. “You good? Need another?” he asked, pointing to Troy.

“No, I’m done, thank you for the beer,” he said before standing. “I should get back to Amber, she was helping me pick a gift out for my mother.”

“You’re gonna leave me here to drink by myself?” Nevada asked, arching a brow. “They’re walking home, it’s a long way. Besides, we’ll see them walk by when they get close.”

“Um, not to be rude...Nevada, but you don’t seem like you want to be here with me anymore than I want to be here with you...I haven’t had conversation this stiff since...well I haven’t had it ever.”

“So have another beer, let’s loosen up.”

He sat down and nodded, ordering another beer, “Two is my limit,” he said with a soft smile. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

“Right, the whole army thing,” Nevada replied with a smirk. “You always wanna do that? Be in the military?”

“Yes sir, my father was a serviceman, and my grandfather, and his father before him. Spent my whole life preparing to serve, it’s been an honor.”

“You ever think about doing anything else?” Nevada asked. “Maybe even a part time kind of thing?” He took a casual sip from his fresh beer.

As much as he had been angry with your first reaction to Troy, he couldn’t help but think about whether the Captain could be of use to him as far as business was concerned. Afghanistan was supposedly a place that had some of the best herb, and the family could definitely benefit from having an exclusive strain of Mary Jane in their inventory.

“No sir, the army is my life. But I am looking for something to keep me busy while I’m in New York, so if you ever have any handiwork needing done,” he offered a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll keep you mind,” Nevada answered. He looked over towards the window just as you and Amber had begun to cross the street. Gesturing with his chin, he took one more sip from his beer. “There they are. You wanna stay, and keep bonding or do you need to go shopping for mom?” he asked.

“I could have one more drink,” he offered with a smile as Amber and you walked in, laughing with shopping bags in hand. Amber knew how to cheer you up, always had.

“Hello boys,” Amber winked and slid into a bar stool next to Troy as you sat beside Nevada. “Bartender, give me something strong please,” Amber grinned. “I don’t want to feel my face.”

“And I’ll have a glass of your strongest...water,” you smiled at Amber.

“Cheers,” Amber replied, smiling gratefully at the double whiskey the bartender put in front of her and taking a huge gulp.

“You still pissed? Should I just not saying anything else for the rest of the day?” Nevada asked you softly, looking at you.

“I’m okay, I’m sorry I yelled. I just...I feel really unattractive when I’m pregnant,” you sighed.

“Ma’am if you don’t mind me saying, I think you look beautiful, you’re glowing.”

You choke on your water and point at him, giggling. “No, Amber he can’t speak if we’re all hanging out. You can’t say sweet things to me while my hormones are dancing a conga line. Not gonna work.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it, ma’am, I just thought I’d reassure you a little, that’s all,” Troy replied, smiling a little.

Nevada frowned, taking another swig from his beer as he watched the college football game on the TV above the bar. He was the one who always reassured you about how beautiful you were, and now it felt as though he couldn’t do anything right.

You smiled at Nevada and leaned your head on his, “I bought you something,” you say softly to him and pull a tiny box out of your bag. He looked down at the box, and somehow felt even shittier. Wasn’t he supposed to be bringing you gifts to apologize for making you angry.

“What is it?” he asked softly.

“Well ordered it a while ago and realized I never picked it up,” you said softly. “Oh, and you bought me this,” you point to a diamond necklace around your neck.

“I did?” he asked with a smirk. “I don’t remember buying that for you,” he added. “Looks good, though. Ten cuidado wearing that around this neighborhood.”

“You did, just now,” you beam and kiss him. “And it's my favorite necklace I own now, so I am gonna give you a proper thank you later,” you whisper the last part in his ear.

“But I didn’t pick it out, it doesn’t count,” he mumbled.

“Pero, you paid for it papi, isn’t that what matters?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“For the price she just paid, she should be blowing you as we speak,” Amber said with a smirk.

“No, because I didn’t pick it out,” he replied before he looked over to Amber and added. “I don’t care how much it costs.” That was a lie, it had been the first thing he’d wanted to ask you when you’d showed it to him.

“Well La-di-dah Mr. Fancypants, that necklace could pay my rent for months, so I’m glad you guys can all roll in your money.”

“I think maybe that’s enough whiskey,” Troy said softly, taking the glass from her and politely handing it back to the bartender.

“Open your present,” you say softly. “Don’t you want to see what I got you…?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, taking the box with the shark on it and opening it. He inhaled through his nose at he looked down at the switch blade, smirking a little. “I like it,” he said softly.

“It cuts through bone, strongest blade on the market,” you grinned proudly. He leaned over and kissed your lips, pocketing the blade, still in it’s box.

“Thank you,” he said softly, smiling weakly at you and taking another sip from his beer.

You scan his face and frown, “que paso, mi rei, what’s wrong?” You rubbed his back and leaned your head on his shoulder. Amber and Troy were lost in conversation anyway.

“Nada, mi vida,” he replied, putting an arm around you. Just then, the bar door opened again and in walked Melody, arching a brow towards you and Nevada.

“So you’re just gonna rape me and then act like it didn’t even happen?” she asked loudly, gaining the attention of several bar patrons. “You are so going to be sorry Nevada Ramirez. You can’t just move on with your life, you don’t get to do that.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, is everybody off their meds today?” he mumbled to himself, sighing heavily as he tried not to look at the newcomer.

Amber stood, walking to Melody, “I’m gonna ask nicely Melody, you need to leave.”

“I don’t need to do anything,” Melody replied, smirking as she crossed her arms over her chest before she glanced back over her shoulder at the police car that had just pulled up. “And if I were you, I’d watch what you do next,” she added in a soft whisper.

Amber looked her over with a smirk, “lemme tell you a secret Melody, I hate spoiled little bitches like you. For eighteen years, I was you. And I promise, when the other shoe drops, you may not make it out alive,” she whispered with a growl.

“That sounded like a threat,” Melody answered with a smirk, immediately dropping her face to one of genuine fear. “I’m not sure the prosecutor on my case will like to hear that Nevada had you try to intimidate me. Threatening my life so I wouldn’t testify,” she whimpered, smiling after a moment. It was literally as though she’d gone in and out of character.

“Oye, I’m gonna go check on Eddie,” Nevada mumbled to you. “You wanna go?”

You gripped Nevada tight and nodded, you weren’t afraid of Melody, but you were afraid for your kids, the born and unborn ones.

“Yes I’d like to leave,” you whispered.

Troy noticed your face and frowned turning to Melody, “Ma’am you’ve been already asked to leave, harassing a pregnant woman and her husband in public seems like a very unjust thing to do. Let’s just all calm down and walk away.”

“The only one being harassed is me,” Melody replied, pouting up at Troy. “He knows this is my favorite bar, and he showed up anyway. Am I supposed to change my entire life for him?!” she added.

She saw you and Nevada stand up and make your way towards the back exit.

“Aw leaving so soon?” she called out, glaring at you before she looked back to Amber. “Looks like I can stay after all,” she said, smiling sweetly.

“By all means, let’s have a drink,” Amber smirked and nodded to the seat. “You’re dancing with the devil sweetheart, you don’t want to fuck with Trujillo.”

You looked back at the scene, just enough for Troy to catch your frightened expression before you were rushed out of the bar. He frowned, wondering what kind of trouble you all were in.

“Amber we should just leave, don’t spout nonsense about the devil, and what in the hell is a Trujillo?”

Amber shook her head, “It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. Watch who you cross.” Amber and Troy walked out the door.

“Bring it on, bitch. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Melody replied with a smirk.

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