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yoonia · 4 years ago

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Bed & Boyfriend(s) [M]

➬ Title | Bed & Boyfriend(s)

➬ Summary | It was meant to be a simple weekend away with your boyfriend. Inviting his best friends for the ride had sounded like a brilliant, yet an innocent idea just the same. Until the secrets are out and revealed, and the heat from the weekend becomes the sinful flame that may engulf you until you are left into nothing else but sparkles of dust tethering in the blissful wind.

↳ Pairings | Taehyung x reader; Jungkook x Yoongi, Jungkook x reader x Yoongi

↳ Genre | Smut, Polyamory!au, Established relationship!au

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | alcohol consumption/drinking involved, foursome, outdoor sex (involving an outdoor hot tub and a cabana), Dom!Tae, Sub!Reader, Dom!Yoongi, Sub!Jungkook (fyi, the D/S relationship between Yoonkook is very subtle in this one), minor male x male sexual scene, thigh riding, dry humping, penetrative sex, breasts play, bondage, oral sex (m and f receiving), deep throat, hand-job, double penetration, spit-roasting, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, sloppy seconds, aftercare. Featuring Taehyung’s scarf/bandana because I feel like it.

↳ Word count | 16k words

➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @greendoha. This was meant to be posted sometime last month, but life happened and it’s finally coming out now. I’m sorry this took a long time, but thank you for commissioning me. | This piece may need some more editing, so I’ll come back to this one again one day to fix that.

➬ Taglist | @jeonmisha, @illicitjams, @euphorora, @imluckybitches, @rm4lyf

The feeling of content comes rushing through you as you move around in the kitchen.

You have to admit that you haven’t felt this relaxed for quite some time. Perhaps the fact that your tummy is filled with the wonderful dinner that you just had is the reason why you are feeling rejuvenated. You even have a few light hops on your feet as you are strolling back and forth between the dining table to the kitchen, cleaning up everything that still remains from the lovely dinner.

You always feel this way—this light and joyful—whenever your boyfriend would take you to one of these trips during a holiday or in any long weekends like the one you are having now. Specifically, when he takes you to this place, to his lavish cabin that is perfectly located by the lake, right where the air is fresh and pure, completely unlike the one you have back in the city.

Another winning point of this place would be the view outside that looks marvellous during the sunset. You have a whole studio filled with all the pictures that you have taken of the sunset while Taehyung had created a whole pile of beautiful paintings from the view, as the sky would be painted with different tone of colours depending on the season you are visiting this place in.

But what you love most about this place is the fact that this cabin has its own deck where Taehyung has his motorboat tied to, a cabana that you normally rest on to lie down under the sun, and a small, private outdoor swimming pool with its adjacent hot tub that had become your favourite spot to relax in during the cold seasons. Thinking about dipping into the hot tub tonight brings you even more joy that you begin humming as you finish washing all the dirty dishes.

Perhaps all the good thoughts about relaxing in the fresh air and the beautiful view outside is what brings you to feel this much excitement growing inside you.

Or maybe it was the drinks that helped.

The empty bottle of wine sitting on the counter has become the testament of what had taken place during dinner. The light conversation that was shared, the exchange banters, the glasses that kept getting refilled between the pasta and the home-cooked chicken parmesan, all had brought the most delightful buzz that still remains within you. Your chest feels warm when you think about those moments, and you cannot help but smile as you glance at the discarded bottle, knowing well that your boyfriend had opened a fresh one to carry out with him as he tends to his guests.

His guests.

Thinking about them sends another flutter to your chest. It is quite a rare thing for Taehyung to invite someone else with you on these weekend getaways. Most of the times, he had taken you with him to have some alone time together in his cabin. No work, no families, no friends. Just a few days of quiet time where you would spend them in his bed, alone with him, preferably with lack of sleep and a lot of loving.

You have no idea what had prompted Taehyung to invite his best friends this time, but you cannot find it in you to feel any objection of having them around.

“This weekend is all about celebrating,” Taehyung had said to you when you questioned him about this weekend’s agenda and the surprise guests that he picked up along the way. His reasons made sense, in a way, when a celebration is needed for the successful project that he had finished together with his best friend, Yoongi, last spring.

He had spent weeks creating an artwork to go along with Yoongi’s music and they had just released them together quite recently. Thanks to the project, they had been spending a lot of time together more often than usual, and it had made it so easy for him to offer his best friend to join the two of you for a few days away from all the hustle and to just relax in his precious little hideout.

“We deserve this break after all of those long weeks of sleeping in your studio,” Taehyung had said on the day he invited Yoongi, and he had managed to sell it off to have the talented music producer who had been known as someone who is all work and less play to agree to come along. And of course, he had to invite his boyfriend, Jungkook, to come with him in this trip.

Both of them had been together almost two years when you started dating Taehyung, and both of them had been friends with your lover even longer. You had found out that Jungkook, who has been studying filmmaking for a few years, had recently graduated around the same time as Yoongi’s music being released, giving just more reason to celebrate. And way more reason for everyone to pass along the wine through dinner for multiple accounts of toast and cheers.

It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t been happy to know that they are joining you in this weekend getaway. Not only for the fact that they are both great companions, great friends to share this moment with, they are also easy in the eyes that it had been quite hard for you to not admire them whenever they are close.

Min Yoongi, your boyfriend’s best buddy, is an attractive man. His is sexy in both his appearance and his smart brain, and you had always been fond of him ever since the first day you were introduced to the man. Wherever he goes, his boyfriend would always be close. And Jungkook is just as stunning as the mad genius producer himself. Though a bit quiet and shy, Jungkook’s presence alone could always light up the room.

As a lover, Yoongi is just as commanding and protective to Jungkook like how Taehyung is to you. You couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the couple ever since the day you had come to know them years ago. Both are equally gorgeous, equally hot, and they certainly know just how attractive they both are.

And both are unashamed to show just how much they love and care for each other.

It was clear that they always have the same thing that you have with Taehyung, and everyone would look at their way wherever they go. It was truly that dynamic alone which made it so easy for the four of you to get along and for them to be extremely comfortable to be who they are whenever they are around you.

Which had made the celebration dinner earlier felt even more fun, especially after Yoongi opened the expensive bottle of wine he had brought for the special occasion. Judging from the way you keep moving sideways and how your hips keep knocking against the counter, you know that you may have gotten a bit tipsy already.

Which would probably be a terrible idea when you are planning to dip into the pool and the hot tub before heading to bed tonight, something that everyone had agreed on after you brought it up at dinner earlier.

Just as you look out the window to take a quick glance at the pool, your hand accidentally knocks over the glass of wine that you had left on top of the kitchen island earlier. You can only watch as the red wine comes spilling out from the glass and begins running all over the marble top.

“Oh, shoot,” you let out a surprised yelp, but still manage to catch the glass before it could roll over to the floor. Placing the glass into the sink, you grab a rag and start cleaning up the mess. Bent on the counter as your hand is moving frantically to wipe everything clean, this is exactly how Taehyung finds you as he comes entering the room.

“Well, isn’t this a nice view to look at,” you hear him murmuring softly from behind you.

You could sense his smile through the tone of his voice, but it takes you looking over your shoulder to see that he also has a dark look in his eyes. The way he is perusing you with his gaze, from your back to your hips and down to your exposed legs, it feels so intense that it makes you feel warm to the skin. It leaves you wondering on what exactly is going on in his head, until you finally realise just what he is currently seeing.

As your upper body is bent over the counter, the hem of your summer dress is pulled up to your hips while you have your butt practically on display. Instead of pushing yourself away and straightening yourself up, you decide to tease him further.

“And what is it that you’re looking at, exactly?” you coyly ask him, while he only raises the glass of drink he is holding to cover his sly smirk.

“My girlfriend, already in the perfect position,” he says, making you laugh when he adds a teasing wink. You watch him as he is standing there with a full smug smile present on his face, his black t-shirt looks tight on his broad chest, and the scarf that he was wearing when he spent the afternoon venturing the lake on his motorboat together with his friends now tied up on his upper arm. You find him looking so impossibly sexy and terribly irresistible that you have to turn away from him before your knees would start to buckle.

“I’m rubbing your kitchen counter, baby. I’m trying to save both the white marble and the wooden floor from getting some wine stain on them,” you tell him as you finish up the work, explaining to him how you had knocked over the glass of wine earlier while trying not to show just how much his presence and his attention had rattled you.

Except that he is no longer listening to you, not since you have your back on him and your hips bent against the counter once again, completely distracting him from listening to what you have to say.

“That’s what you get when you try to do some cleaning while drunk,” you hear him whisper, suddenly appearing right behind you.

He seems to have lost his drink somewhere. You feel his hands on your hips first before his hips come pressing against your bottom. What you feel poking against your rear cheeks has you gasping. Electric current appears on your skin when you realise that he has grown as hard as a piece of wood inside his pants.

And he has gotten it all just by looking at you.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, chuckling when he begins pressing his hips harder on you while bending against your back, allowing him to press his lips along the side of your neck. “And you’re wrong, I’m not drunk,” you continue, keeping your voice steady the best you could even if you are beginning to have a hard time breathing as he brings delectable heat rushing through you, your skin tingles where he touches you, making your senses go numb all the same time.

That is exactly what Taehyung does to you. He is the only one who could make you feel this way—to feel as if there is a flame burning deep inside you just from a single touch.

You hear him chuckling softly on your ear, keeping his hands on your hips when he whispers close, “Sure you are. I think we all got a bit overboard, don’t you think?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be with our guests?” you ask him again, trying not to get distracted by the feeling of his bulge rubbing against your butt, though you are beginning to press back to him instead of avoiding him.

You simply cannot help it. The pull that you are feeling for him always grows stronger when you are together. Especially when he has his lips brushing against your skin.

“I probably should, but I figured I should help my sexy girlfriend to hurry up cause she was taking so long,” he says, grunting softly as he presses his chest on your back.

“Hmm—I wonder why.”

Another chuckle comes from him, yet he doesn’t pull away. Instead, you feel him running his hands down your hips, stopping teasingly at the hem of your summer dress. When his knuckles graze your skin, you begin to understand just what he is up to.

“What are you doing?” you ask, regardless the fact that you already know the answer when he continues to move his hips against your bottom, locking you in place at the same time.

He nips at your lobe, while his hands are growing more brazen. His palms press down firmly on your body when he runs them back up instead of going under your skirt the way you had expected him to.

You open your mouth to try and remind him again about the guests who are waiting for both of you to return to them, thinking that he may have forgotten now that he is lost in his needs to touch you.

And you also need to remind him that they are now sitting in the living room, possibly waiting for you and Taehyung to join them there for another round of drinks before going out to the pool, close enough to hear any conspicuous sound coming from this kitchen when both rooms are merely separated by a piece of wooden wall.

But every word you want to say to him are flown right out the window when Taehyung begins massaging your rear cheeks, allowing the heat pooling between your legs to grow more intensely. Your brain has grown fuzzy that you cannot even think of a way to speak.

His touch feels hot even with your dress becoming the barrier in between. His fingers feel magical, proficient enough to stir your senses awake. The trail left behind by his teasing grazes sends warm pleasure running from your thigh and all the way up to the depth of your core. It was one of the first things that had you enthralled by him when you had first become his lover. And now, even after years of being together, he is still capable of making you feel all the wonders of his sinful touch and your body still responds so perfectly well to him. Years of being his lover had only meant that he had memorised every part of you, to know just where to touch so he could spark the flame inside your belly and set it alight.

And everything he is doing is working, for your body pulses with needs the more he touches you. Anticipation keeps building up to each time his hands move dangerously close to where you want him to be—either right where the heat is pooling between your legs or the pulsing mounds pressing against your bikini top. Everything is happening all at once that you are overcome with bliss and your body growing even hotter for him.

His hands keep running delicately down your hips, edging to the hem of your dress, only to have him stopping there and tracing the hem line on your dress. His hips are still pressed against you from behind, letting you feel his growing bulge poking on your bottom. His lips are tracing the delicate skin of your neck with his kisses, his warm breath and his sinful tongue joining in the mix, allowing you to feel different things all the same time. Every single one of them sending heat rushing through your body, making your heartbeat race and your core pulsing even more intensely the more he continues his ministrations on your skin.

Taehyung grabs the hem of your dress just as he takes a bite of your skin, pulling your flimsy skirt up your hips while bucking his own hips against you. The movement pushes your body further against the counter, and you could feel slickness building thick between your legs, just where the heat is accumulating and slowly rousing into a hunger that needs to be sated.

His lips serve as a distraction for a moment while he moves one hand down your thigh, tracing the pad of his fingers down your skin, before moving back up between your legs to find the source of your heat. You barely notice it when he moves the other hand upward, reaching up to your chest until you feel his palm capturing the soft mound of your breast.

“Taehyung,” you gasp softly when both of his hands begin to press harder to each of your sweet spots. One teasing down at your soaking panties, finding the center of your desire, while the other is finding the peak of your breast, tracing your pebbled nub from over your dress.

“Now—” he grunts against your skin, yet his fingers are still circling around your pebbled nub and feeling at your mound. Just like how you are feeling the pads of his fingers as if there is nothing in between, he could easily feel the heat of your skin as he rubs in circular motion around your covered nipple. Which is why he starts to wonder, “Just what are you wearing under this dress, kitten?”

His deep voice trembles against your skin, and you could feel its vibration running through your body, causing you to gasp softly. “The bikini set you bought me last week—” you manage to choke out even through the distractions caused by his fingers. “Didn’t we talk about taking a quick dip in the pool after dinner?”

“Hmm—no wonder. I could still feel your warm skin through your dress. I can’t wait to see you without this dress on,” he simply says, before he captures your covered nipple between his fingers and begins pressing gently at them. The sensation is enough to make you jump, your hips moving against him when you feel it—waves of pleasure that slowly begin to rise inside you.

As the pulse inside your core grows more intense, Taehyung presses harder right at your covered heat, teasing you with the tip of his fingers. It feels too good that you can no longer hold back. Yet when a moan threatens to come out, you bite your lips to hold it down.

Taehyung groans deeply when he finds just how slick you are underneath, your bikini bottom already soaking with your arousal, and your eyes instantly fly open when he finds your clit. Holding back a moan, you look over towards the doorway leading to the living room to make sure that neither of the boys there could hear any sound that you are making.

“Sshh—your friends are right in the next room. What if they can hear us?”

“Trust me, it won’t matter if they do. Those two can’t keep their hands off of each other. Just like you and me,” he says, sounding annoyingly calm while his hands keep traveling and moving on your sensitive parts. “You never know, perhaps hearing your voice might turn them on too.”

Your heart begins to pound inside your chest, picturing the men sitting merely an arms length away. But it is the mental image of them hearing your voice and reacting to your cries or moans that has your pleasure spiking up so intensely even before he pushes through the barriers keeping him away from pressing all the right spots the right way.

He pulls back before you could reach your peak and spins you around, pressing your back on the kitchen island and goes back to pin you in place with his hips. Taking a good look at you with a gaze filled with lust, he cups your face, then begins kissing you senseless. With his knees, he nudges your legs apart, then sneaks his leg between your legs. He pushes his thigh up and presses it against your covered heat, making you jolt upon impact.

“But if you don’t want them to hear you scream when I make you cum, I suggest that you keep it down enough only for me to hear.”

You open your mouth to answer, yet every bit of retort you are about to send him is caught up in your throat when he pushes his thigh upward, pressing against your covered center. Delicate shivers come running up from your core, and your body reacts instantly, your hips moving back and forth as you begin grinding along his toned legs.

He keeps one hand on your waist, guiding you to move along with him, then reaches between you with the other. “You’re soaking wet for me. Did you enjoy thinking about how you are turning them on?” he asks you as he presses his fingers on your soaking heat. Your skin flushes, aghast to the way your body is truly reacting to such sinful thoughts. As you continue to swivel your hips, pressing your core harder onto him, he leans in to you. His lips come brushing right beneath the shell of your ear as he coaxes you, whispering deeply to push you further into the edge. “I bet they would. I saw how they looked at you when you came out of the room in this dress. They always talk so highly of you and I know that they not only like you just because you’re my girlfriend.”

It takes a moment for his words to register in your brain. Your head is up in the clouds that it is making it hard for you to focus and to understand just what exactly he is trying to say.

“Taehyung—” you sigh breathlessly, though every word you are trying to say is quick to be replaced with a gasp when he gently brushes your bikini bottom aside, and his fingers come sliding to your bare center.

Pulling his leg away, he continues to work his hand between your legs. The tip of his fingers move in circles, pressing at your folds and finding your clit until your legs begin to quake. He stops briefly just to look at your face, yet his fingers wouldn’t stop. He resists the urge to snap the fabric holding him back just so he could slide his fingers easily into your wetness and take what he could. Yet he still manages to press right at your opening, using your sweet arousal to slide his fingers through your pulsing heat.

You let out a gasp and arch your body under his touch. Your mouth falls open to a breathless cry as his thumb brushes at your clit and he dips his fingers deeper into your opening. Words that had failed you turn into moans when all you could sense is his fingers, moving daftly in and out of your sweet cunt as his mouth finds yours again, swallowing every sound you are making to his touch.

“Fuck, baby—you feel so good around my fingers,” he whispers huskily against your lips as his hand rocks back and forth between your legs. Your body responds perfectly well the more you give in to the pleasure he is giving you, moving your hips in rhythm while you have your nails digging into his forearms.

“Taehyung, please—”

You need more, yet the words continue to come out in nothing more but desperate moans. But he knows you so well. Just like how he knows exactly just which buttons to press to send you into oblivion. One good look at your face is all he needs to understand just what you need from him.

Releasing your waist, he guides you to hold on onto the counter just so he can pull away. Through your blurry eyes, you see him reaching between you, pulling the straps of your dress off of your shoulder, letting the front falls down, revealing the front of your bikini top for him to see and touch so easily without any barrier.

Leaning down, he bites at your nipple from over the thin cup, then abruptly pulls the fabric down. Instead of taking your bare nipple into his mouth, he closes his palm and kneads, brushing his hot skin over the nub to earn a soft mewl coming through your mouth when the glorious feeling of bliss burns your whole body in the most delightful way.

“Watch my hands, kitten. Watch closely at what I do to you.”

Pressing his hand over your breast, his palm feels rough and warm as he kneads, firmly massaging your mound while his other hand continues to move in and out of your pulsing walls. You do as he says, looking down between you to see his hands working your body so expertly like you are one of his artwork. The sight brings your head spinning, pushing you to the brink of your climax.

“You look so hot like this, kitten. I miss seeing how good you look with my cum all over your breasts, spilling out of your pussy. You love it when I corrupt your entire body, don’t you? Unravel every layer you have and fuck every single one of them until you are down on your knees, submitting to me.”

“Yes—yes, I do,” you cry out, pleasing him when you finally stop holding back from making a noise. If only he knows just how much you want to cry louder, to beg for more.

You want to urge him to move faster, to fuck you harder with his long fingers before you start asking him to spread you apart with his thick, hard cock that you feel brushing against your hips and thigh as you continue to roll your hips on him. But then he plucks at your nipple, sending the current in your body rushing wildly on all four winds.

He always manages to do this so easily—stripping you bare no matter what you do, even if he is doing it through his gaze or his sinful words alone. Even now, fully clothed, you can only submit to him and let him take you to heavenly bliss. His fingers continue to send pleasure rippling up through your core. His strokes go long and strong, two fingers moving together while his thumb is dancing in circles around your clit. You suck in a short, deep breath while trying your best to swallow the cries that is bubbling in your throat. Your mouth falls open when the heat rises from your core, building up rapidly until you feel like you cannot take anymore.

His mouth comes pressing on your pulse, warm breath falls on your skin through a whisper, “Do you want to come, sweet kitten? Cum all over my fingers so I can taste you?”

Yes, yes, yes, the words come flowing out of your mouth without you even knowing it. They come out with your moans and ragged breath as he picks up his speed. His hand moves like a blur between your legs. It is hard enough already to look with your eyes growing hazy, but you could still see his arm flexing when he aims for the spot that he would usually brush his cock against to bring you to closure. As you feel it rising, your body thrust into the edge, his fingers clamp at your nipple, hard, and his mouth descends, taking the other pebbled nub between his lips and teeth, sucking you until you finally erupt in his hands.

He continues to work on your body, making it last. Even when you are trembling in his arms, your legs barely capable of holding you up, and your eyes are filled with tears. His mouth feels hot on your breast, his tongue and teeth coming into the mix to send you ripples of bliss. Before you even have the chance to come down from it, he pushes you further, willing you to embrace another climax before he would finally let you go.

“Cum, kitten,” he grunts, lips hovering on your sensitive nub. “Cum for me. Just one more time.”

His bite returns, then a clamp on your clit, and your body lights up like fireworks.

It feels like forever before your body recovers from your orgasm. This wouldn’t be the first time for your orgasm to feel this intense, this massive, but this might be one of many the rare occasions for something like this to happen without him buried deep inside you and before you even got to the bed.

Once again, you blame it on the wine and his playful teases. Though you might be wrong, you realise, when you remember that Taehyung had kept his hands to himself most of the day ever since you first got here this morning. With your guests constantly around, sharing the ride with you from the city, your personal time alone with Taehyung had been quite scarce. You cannot blame Taehyung for acting like the good host for the weekend escape and staying close to his buddies, but when he did it while giving you his classic sexy smirk and teasing gaze, mostly running his dark eyes down your body whenever you were close, it gave you this constant shudder of anticipation running down your body the entire day.

Maybe that was the actual reason why you had come so hard and so intense.

When you finally begin to come down from your high, you lean up to him, kissing his jaw while you try to catch your breath. His hands are the ones that are keeping you up when your legs feel like jelly, his heartbeat pacing rapidly against your chest becomes a calming rhythm that comes close to lull you to sleep. Smiling proudly, he tugs the front of your dress up, covering your breasts until you are fairly decent. You could still feel his other hand between your legs, his fingers moving lazily, in and out, moving in circles, while there is still a numbing pulse running deep inside your core.

A soft, deep chuckle interrupts you just when you are about to call his name, startling you on the spot with nowhere to go as Taehyung still has you pinned against the counter. Both of you turn your heads to see Yoongi and Jungkook standing in the doorway, both grinning knowingly at the state of you unevenly dressed and with a hand lodged between your legs.

“Oh, God,” you gasp when you realise what is happening before you bury your face on Taehyung’s shoulder.

You feel his chest rumbling when he chuckles. And while you manage to hide most of your flushing face, you can still hear their conversation going from the side and you shyly take a peek of your surroundings to see where they are now.

“Told you, there had to be a reason why it’s taking him so long to get back,” you hear Yoongi’s mocking voice speaking to Jungkook. While the other is too stunned to speak, his face growing slightly crimson as he looks at you. There is an unreadable expression on his face, his gaze is deep when he looks at you, but you spend no more time to try and read through him. The embarrassment hits you so strong you just have to look away.

“Sorry, boys. I got distracted,” Taehyung says. “I just couldn’t help myself from getting some extra dessert before we could go out.” Then he slowly pulls away, giving a small space between your bodies so he could look you in the eye.

As if he barely cares about his friends joining you in the room, or to even wonder just how much they had witnessed before you noticed their presence, Taehyung gently pulls his fingers out of you and lewdly puts them into his mouth. His eyes are on yours when he sucks off every last bit of your release from his long fingers, as if your essence are the most delectable dessert he could ever have tasted.

Moving slowly, he draws his fingers out of his mouth, gazing down on you before he leans closer, kissing your face and whispering to you, “Always so amazing. And always mine.”

He pulls away calmly, his fingers doing all the work as he puts both your bikini bottom and your dress back in place as if it is the most normal thing for him to do. Unfazed, he turns back to his guests, joking with them by saying, “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you guys didn’t enjoy some alone time out there in the living room while I was gone.”

Yoongi snickers and joke about him being not the only one who needed ‘extra dessert’. As the three of them chat as if nothing happened, you take another look at them, noticing their equally flushed faces, Jungkook’s disheveled hair and his swollen lips, and the hard-on that they are both clearly sporting. You swallow hard at the bulges appearing from beneath their jeans, before remembering what Taehyung said about them making out in the living room while they were waiting.

“Don’t worry, boys. I already heated up the tub outside. The water should be ready by now,” Taehyung tells them, before suggesting that they should go on straight to the swimming pool if they want to cool off for a moment while he ‘helps’ you get ready. Both Yoongi and Jungkook throw you a knowing glance before they walk out of the room, heading straight to the pool outside to wait for you there.

Once they are both gone, you slap on Taehyung’s shoulder lightly to grab his attention. “I can’t believe you just made my cum right in front of your friends.”

He smiles. “Judging from the look of it, I think we both made a pretty great show for them, don’t you think?”

“You are so bad.”

Taehyung chuckles. Then his eyes grow gentle when he brushes your cheeks. “Are you feeling okay, kitten?”

“I feel amazing,” you tell him with a kiss, sighing with content when you feel his lips pressing at the junction between your neck and shoulder after he is done making sure to have your lips are wet and swollen with his hungry kiss. “How much do think they saw before we found out they were here?”

“I guess we’ll just have to see and find out,” he says, chuckling at the expression you are giving him as he helps you stand up straight from the counter. Your body is still slightly trembling that he keeps his arm around your waist as he guides you towards the side door.

Knowing that both of his friends are there, waiting for you to join them right after what you had made them witness, your heart is beating wildly in your chest, butterflies fluttering in your belly. Somehow, you could feel that tonight is going to be an interesting night.

Out in the pool area, your heart races further as you watch Jungkook peels his shirt and pants off, leaving only his swimming shorts that look tight around his hips and toned buttocks. You find it hard to look away as he proudly displays his chiselled abs and thin waist, the marvellous tattoos covering his skin makes him look even more alluring that your eyes are locked on him as he strides confidently across the deck.

He sends you a quick wink the moment he notices you ogling him while he comes to his boyfriend’s side. You have rarely ever seen Yoongi with his skin exposed, so you watch them curiously as Jungkook gently tugs at his boyfriend’s shirt, a sly smirk growing on his face when Yoongi playfully tugs it back, playing it off as if he is avoiding his lover’s hands.

Swiftly, Jungkook pulls him closer and presses his mouth on Yoongi’s, distracting him just enough for him to pull the shirt up and over his head. Within seconds, both of them are standing there in front of you, all bare chested and with only their tight swimming shorts on, giving you all the glorious sight of their abs, their toned muscles, every single beauty marks and lines and ink work that had been covered by their clothes on day to day basis.

“How could you be looking at other men when you have me standing right here?”

Taehyung surprises you when he pulls you back to him. Suddenly, you have your back pressed to a bare chest, and you find him already standing only in his swimming trunks. His bulge is still just as hard as how you felt it earlier when he presses his crotch against you from behind, sending your core pulsing and feeling empty.

Looking over your shoulder, you reach back and ruffle his curly hair. “Don’t I have you to blame for it? Weren’t you the one who said that a person shouldn’t ignore the beautiful scenery being presented right in front of their eyes?”

He snorts. “I was talking about the lake and the view of the sunset, you naughty kitten,” he grumbles, chuckling deeply as he takes your lips in his. The kiss is swift and quick, but it still has you melting against him just the same. So you stop it before it could get any further, pushing him away and begin moving around him to go back into the cabin.

“Since you boys seem to be ready to go in, I should better get my ass ready and join you. Be right back.”

Taehyung pulls you back to him before you manage to escape to the cabana or return to your room to change. You complain with a pout when he keeps you from moving away, all while teasing you by sliding his hands over your hips.

“Taehyung, I need to change.”

“And? Let me help you. Don’t you have your bikini under this dress already?” he asks you teasingly, though the look in his eyes is nowhere near playful when he looks down on your body.

“I do, but—”

You spoiled it, is what you want to say to him, reminding him of the things he had done back in the kitchen. Your bikini bottoms have been soaked with your essence, and you could feel your skin warming up to the thought of joining the boys in the pool under this situation.

As if Taehyung could read your thoughts, he leans down and brushes his lips against your lobe as he whispers, “Nobody beside the two of us knows just how wet you are already. The water will hide it. I promise.”

Biting your lips, you could only look up to him, nodding your head despite the curiosity brewing inside your head. Taehyung spins you around and undoes the zipper at the back of your dress for you, kissing your back every few inches as he slowly exposes more of your skin. By the time he is done and your dress has fallen around your feet, your body is humming with a delightful warmth and your knees are threatening to buckle beneath you.

His hands hold you tight by your hips, keeping you up against his bare chest. “You look good, baby,” he whispers, kissing your bare shoulders and slapping your butt lightly until a soft yelp slips out from you. “Now get in the water before I change my mind and pull your ass back inside,” he teases you before he helps you slide down into the pool.

If only you had opened your hazy eyes to your guests as this was happening, perhaps you would have seen them exchanging knowing smiles to each other. There is no doubt that they had been watching Taehyung peeling your dress off of you at the side of the pool and playing around with you. Yet Taehyung continues to distract you from noticing, as he pulls you to his side until your hip is pressed against his, kissing you one last time right in front of his friends before joining them to play around in the water.

The night is still young, yet the breeze is getting stronger by the minute. Soon enough, the swimming pool becomes too cold for everyone to play in and nobody wants to stay longer. After a short time of playing around, splashing water to each other, and a sudden race across the pool between Jungkook and Taehyung—the latter had you drooling on the spot for the public display of rippling muscles and waves of testosterone filling the air—everyone decide to enter the hot tub earlier than planned.

Yoongi reaches for the opened bottle of wine, sharing the glasses with everyone in the hot tub as the conversation flows, each pair of lovers entangled to one another. Time passes by, and you are beginning to enjoy the relaxing moment. The hot water begins to loosen all the knots in your body while the wine is loosening the tension that had been brewing inside. You laugh and giggle as you follow their conversation, listening to your boyfriend sharing old funny stories from their past since they had gone to the same college before he met you.

You have your head leaning back to the side of the tub as you listen to them chatting along, and that is when you suddenly feel a hand gently brushing against your thigh. You know that the hand belongs to Taehyung who is sitting on your left, so you open your eyes to look at him, trying to find out just what he is up to. Only that he is not looking at you. He has his eyes on the couple sitting on your opposite side, though the way the corner of his lips are subtly forming a smirk as he speaks to them lets you know that he is definitely up to something.

He gives a gentle tug on your thigh, pulling you to him so you can slide closer. You are silently grateful for him pulling you close since you can feel Jungkook’s thigh brushing against yours on your right. You are sitting too close to him that you know he would easily find out just what Taehyung’s hand is doing under the water.

At first, you begin to relax when Taehyung simply rests his hand on your skin. But just when you are about to lean back once again to find your comfort, you feel his hand moving away. The next thing you feel is a gentle tug at the strings on the side of your bikini bottom before they suddenly fall slack on your skin.

You suppress a gasp when you realise that he had pulled the strings off, leaving it clinging desperately on one leg. You reach down to keep it up, trying to be subtle about it before the other boys could see what is happening. Yet you are too late, as his hand has slid up, parting the fabric even further while he makes his way between your legs.

Your skin is still sensitive after the orgasm he brought to you earlier. Your core is still tender. You are fully aware of his touches, every inch of your body still memorises everything he had done to you that even his featherlight touches is slowly making you hot inside. Clutching the glass of wine on your right hand, you try to pretend that you are focusing on your guests’ conversation. Yet your mind keeps gravitating to Taehyung. You have your other hand resting on his thigh, holding onto him for leverage when you feel his hand ceaselessly exploring your bare pussy. You bite your bottom lip, holding back a moan as his thick fingers begin to slide across your cleft, playing with your pussy lips and rubbing slow circles around your clit.

Glancing away from Taehyung, you vaguely notice how they all keep on chatting as if there is nothing wrong. But then your eyes flutter to close as he presses a thumb on your clit, feeling how wet you have gotten, how hot you feel underneath, and none of it had been caused by the hot water you are being soaked in.

You press your lips together, holding back a whimper. Not knowing that if only you had kept your eyes open for a few more seconds, you would have caught on to the smirk that is subtly growing on Yoongi’s face and the twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes as he looks over to you from the corner of his eyes, all the signs that would be able to show you that they know exactly what is going on under the water.

Taehyung slips a single digit into your warm core and nothing could stop you from releasing a gasp. You blink your eyes open in your shock, instantly looking over to the men on your other side in fear of them catching on. Yet you find them already busy, lips locked on each other with Yoongi’s strong palm holding the back of Jungkook’s neck tightly while he devours his man’s lips. The tiny sense of reprieve means almost nothing when Taehyung begins to pump his finger in and out of you, moving ever so slowly yet still hitting all the right spots to have your body humming in pleasure. With the tension brewing in your body for having the others witnessing you unravel in Taehyung’s hand, he manages to take over your body, working on your senses until you could only give in, eyes fluttering close and your breath growing heavy.

Taehyung gently pulls his hand back, but then a second finger slides in when he returns. It is the tightness and the fullness inside you that breaks your trance, sending your body jolting up, splashing the water around you, and your gasp escapes too loudly. Your eyes fall open, and you feel your skin blanching when you find Jungkook and Yoongi both have their eyes on you.

With Jungkook being so close, he only has to glance down to see Taehyung’s hand moving back and forth between your legs. But there is no need for him to watch so closely, when Taehyung has been moving faster, thrusting his fingers harder that your hips jerk to each pump, your shoulders shuddering with each moan. Your eyes fall on Yoongi as he licks his lips, unashamedly looking down on your chest.

Under their gaze, you feel like you are bare and naked, completely exposed. And surprisingly, you love being the center of their attention. It makes your whole body feel hot, your blood pumping harder for acting like a wanton woman as you begin moving your hips, returning each ministration Taehyung’s hand is giving you instead of stopping him.

Taehyung keeps his stern calmness as he continues to work on your body, slowly pushing you to the edge while giving a show to his friends. His deep chuckle comes when he feels your core gushing wet even more when you see their eyes moving down, raking their gazes down your body, watching. Lips are pressed on your neck while you are distracted, your hazy eyes locked on Taehyung’s best friends when he whispers, “You love knowing that that they could see what I’m doing to you, don’t you?”

You could only bite your lips, breathless and speechless. A moan slips as your respond while your hips jerk, walls pulsing around his fingers to answer him. Yes.

“Would you let them touch you?”

His question surprises you, and this time, you manage to turn to him. At first, you had thought that he might have been merely teasing you. But looking at his eyes now, you know that he had meant it. “Yes,” you answer him breathlessly. The word had been on the tip of your tongue already. You kiss his jaw, tracing the sharp line along his chin. “But only with your permission.”

He surprises you one more time when he gives you another chuckle. “Why do you think I invited them here with us, kitten? They told me how much they like you. They have been for a long time. I figured I should give them a chance to spend the weekend with their secret crush as we spend this weekend celebrating,” he says, while your eyes widen. His hand moves slower when he catch your wrist with the other, bringing your trembling palm to his legs.

“And you think I would mind?” He shakes his head. “Touch my cock, baby. See what you do to me. See what happens when I think about them touching your sweet body.”

He gently guides you to rest your palm on the bulge forming between his legs. His cock feels hard, stiff and ready. You can feel it standing free and proud through his loose trunks. You can already imagine it inside you, spreading you apart while you bounce on his lap, his cock sliding in and out of you. But it is obvious that he has another plan for you tonight and you just have to wait for it to happen.

Looking up into his eyes, you throw him a questioning gaze. As always, he could easily read through you. He leans down, pressing his lips right where he knows would send you shivers before he whispers his sinful wish. “I want to watch you unravel in their hands. I want you to show your pretty face when you cum for them. Can you do that for me? Make me proud?”

You swallow hard the moan that comes bubbling from within, forcing your voice to come out, “Yes.”

Taehyung looks deeply into your eyes when he asks you again, “Are you sure? Remember, kitten. I’m not pressuring you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. We can put a stop to this right now if you feel uncomfortable and I’ll still take you back to our room to have you cum around me instead.”

“I know.” You look at him, knowing that you can truly trust him. Taehyung can dominate you in any way he knows would be able to bring you to your knees. But he has always been considerate to what you want and need. Always knows how and when not to push you into doing things that you wouldn’t want to and to stop everything the moment he knows you are uncomfortable with what he has to offer. But he is always open to challenge you and he is now giving all the power in your hands for you to make the call. You know that the moment you say ‘stop’, he would no doubt put things to a complete halt and everything would still be okay.

But you don’t want to stop.

“I want to let them. I want you to watch.”

And with that, Taehyung kisses your lips, devouring you deeply while swallowing your whimper as he slowly pulls his fingers out of your heat. You pout at him when he pulls back and slides away from you, only to fall speechless when Jungkook and Yoongi both shift, moving orderly to take their places on either side of you.

Jungkook gives you a shy smile when he leans closer. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he leans in to kiss your cheek, gently, his lips feel as soft as a feather on your skin. Fingers touch your chin before you are pulled to look the other side, finding Yoongi giving you a smothering grin. He doesn’t waste any time before he presses his mouth on yours. His kiss is full of hunger, dominating and showing you just who is in control. And when he shoves his tongue through the seam of your lips, your body melts to him, submitting to him so easily the way he had been silently asking of you.

Gentle hands run along your bare thigh before a soft kiss is pressed on the column of your throat. You feel Jungkook’s deep sigh as he trails his gentle kisses along your neck, his fingers leaving a hot trail as he traces your skin, moving dangerously close to the center while two pairs of lips continue to devour you.

You are breathless when Yoongi finally releases you. His eyes are burning with lust when he looks at you, grinning as he whispers to you his sweet command. “I want you to kiss Jungkook now,” he says, with his voice so deep it rattles everything inside you. “He’s been waiting for it the entire night.”

Giving him a quick peck, you turn to his lover, letting Jungkook pull you to him this time before he presses his lips on yours. The way his lips move against you is a complete opposite compared to his lover, even to yours. He is gentle and patient. His lips move lazily slow as he takes your bottom lip, then to the upper lip, before taking both and he begins to suck your lips until you feel them swelling between his. His tongue comes out, grazing the seam of your lips until you part them, allowing him to enter only to have him taste you, breathe you in, and suck on your tongue while hands continue to move down your body.

“Is everything okay, beautiful?” Jungkook whispers, questioning you when you are left without a word when he pulls back.

“Yes,” you murmur softly, still in a complete daze. You glance to the side to find Taehyung watching you, looking amused as he enjoys the scene while drinking his wine slowly. You look back and forth between Jungkook and Yoongi, feeling lost for a moment that you cannot help but question them, “I—I thought you guys aren’t attracted to girls.”

Both of them chuckle softly. They take a moment to exchange knowing gazes with one another before turning their attention back to you. “We go both ways. We both do,” Yoongi explains. “Sometimes, we would let the other play with a female guest while the other watches.”

Then Jungkook places his finger on your chin to turn you to him. “But this is the first time we find ourselves attracted to the same woman.”

When you let out a gasp, Jungkook’s eyes twinkle with mirth. You feel Yoongi’s hands pulling you back, but you fail to notice the way your bikini bottom has come near to be completely peeled off from your center. The only thing keeping it attached to you is the strings hanging on one leg, the one that is now pressed against Yoongi’s hips, while the side pressing to Jungkook’s lower abdomen is now bare for him to reach.

“You looked so pretty in that flimsy summer dress. It was hard to focus on dinner when you were the only meal we wanted to taste. Then we got to see you come in Taehyung’s hands. God, that got me so damn hard,” Yoongi whispers as he holds you with your back to his chest. His hands are on your waist as he keeps you there.

Your skin flushes when you hear his words. So they did see you back there, all while you were completely vulnerable as you climaxed in Taehyung’s hands. He must feel you shiver in his hands, because he lets out a chuckle from behind just when he presses his lips on your shoulder.

“I think Jungkook felt the same way too,” he adds, and your eyes fall on Jungkook. Seeing his flushed face first and the way his eyes widen slightly in surprise. Then you look down, noticing the bulge showing through his swimming trunks.

Jungkook takes your hand up to his face, kissing your knuckles slowly, pressing his lips on them one by one while he murmurs against your skin. “You looked so beautiful when you cum. Your face brightened up and your whole body—” he grunts and jerks his hips, as if the strain beneath his trunks is becoming too painful for him. Your fingers twitch with the need to touch him, to feel just how much you are affecting him.

Both of them.

“Fuck, that was magnificent, seeing you let yourself go like that,” he adds, still groaning deeply as he memorises everything he had witnessed back in the kitchen.

Warmth spreads through you at their praises. It runs deeper and lower while you embrace all the attention are giving you. Their eyes are so dark as they look at you, up and down, undressing you with their gaze.

“This bikini is also pretty,” Yoongi whispers to your skin, his lips pressing tenderly up your arm to your shoulder. As he moves to trail his kisses up to the sensitive spot of your neck, you let your head fall back, giving access to the other lover at the same time.

Jungkook is quick to take advantage of it. His lips are on the other side of your neck in an instant, moving languidly up to your lips. While he kisses your lips, Yoongi moves lower, aiming his kisses to the mound of your breasts. They easily fall into a rhythm soon after. Lips taking turns to take yours, kisses pressed on your sensitive spots, hands tracing up and down your body and reaching lower to where you are pulsing with need.

Lifting your hand, Jungkook brings your fingers towards his lips. One by one, he sucks the fingertips, his mouth and tongue moving so sinfully slow as he tastes you. Meanwhile, Yoongi pulls you in so he can hug you from behind. He strokes his palm smoothly on your belly, pushing your ass harder into his groin and have him rubbing his covered hard-on on our buttocks.

“Oh, God,” you gasp when Jungkook brings your hand down, resting it on his groin. Feeling both of their covered cocks, all hard and ready under their trunks, it all suddenly feels too much. It drives you insane simply by picturing them in your head. Inclining your head back against Yoongi’s chest, your body trembles to the thought of having them inside you.

Both at the same time, simultaneously filling you up until you cum.

Yoongi’s arm tightens around your middle to keep you steady, feeling you shaking harder under his hand. “Relax, baby. You’re in good hands,” Yoongi murmurs, kissing gently along your neck, sending a flurry of goosebumps down your arm.

Jungkook’s hand has progressed to dragging up and down your thigh, stopping only when he gets too close to the center of your heat. He tenderly takes your face in both hands, smiling at you before taking you into a deep, full kiss.

You are terribly drunken with lust when they finally let you go, but neither of them is showing any sign of stopping.

“How about we move this elsewhere?” you hear one of them speak through your haze. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

“Okay,” you murmur weakly. Everything happens in a blurry moment when they all pull away, giving you space to breathe. While you are grateful for that moment of reprieve, for being able to breathe even for a moment, you regret having them letting you go. You miss their touches, their warmth, until you feel somebody sliding closer to you to take their place. A few splashes are heard, then you are suddenly lifted, strong arms pulling you out of the water and carrying you out through the deck.

Taehyung’s eyes are warm and soft as he lays you down gently in the cabana. Your limbs are completely powerless, your palpitating heart nearly deafening your senses. He gives you a soft kiss on your lips before releasing you, and the other two returns to your side in a matter of seconds.

They waste no more time to get back on track, hands working on your body, touching you right where you would lit up in flames as they both flank you on either side. The small cabana feels tight with the three of you lying down together at the center, Taehyung sitting somewhere in the corner as he watches you slowly unravel.

Everything feels hazy, though you no longer think that it is coming simply from the drinks alone. All you could feel are their touches, their lips, growing from gentle to intense as they continue to ravish your body, both working together as if they are in one mind. While one trails his gentle kisses down your shoulder, the other reaches out to pull the strings on your top, letting it fall onto the floor and exposing your breasts to the cold wind and the three pairs of hungry eyes staring at you.

Your nipples pucker to the cold, feeling the breeze making them hard until they hurt. A deep groan comes from the side and Yoongi is quick to make the first move.

You release a desperate groan as he devours your breasts, switching between gentle kisses, kitten licks, and urgent sucking, until your head spins and you are running out of breath. Your swollen sex begins to ache with need. Pure wanton need that craves for more than what you had been given earlier. As if Taehyung’s sinful foreplay had awakened something inside you that is begging to be sated, and your whole body is burning up, feeling the heat rising the longer you are forced to wait.

Your flimsy bikini bottom is the next to go, which takes merely seconds for it to fall off your skin as it had only been hanging flimsily on one side ever since Taehyung had slipped off the other side under the hot water. You barely feel the fingers that come to pull the strings off, until you feel a hand pressing on your knee to spread you open.

The cool air hits your clit and you instantly shivers. The feeling that also comes from being completely exposed. Not only to your lover who is sitting on his knees, planting himself right between your parted legs, but also for the two guests that are staring at you like you are a precious prize to win.

Taehyung slides away to your side, letting Jungkook takes his place while Yoongi keeps teasing your breasts with his lips and fingers. Soon, he also moves away, giving his lover the chance to take over. Time seems as if being suspended when Jungkook crawls down, kissing down your chest, taking meticulous care to linger briefly at your sensitive breasts before moving down to your belly. His mouth feels hot on your skin, forcing a shuddering breath to come out from within your chest.

He pauses as he reaches between your parted legs. And moments pass before you feel it, his tongue moving along your seam. He comes without a warning that you cannot help but gasp out loud, your hips jolting up only to have his hands holding you back down so he can carry on. His lips are firm and heavenly on you, alternating between slow, lazy kisses and licks to topple you over the edge with full anticipation of what is coming next. Each and every ministration he is making on your core sends heat shivering over your skin.

He continues to consume you, pushing you to your pleasure with his greedy mouth, until you become lost—enough to not notice his lover joining the party. You open up your eyes when you feel hot lips pressing on your breastbone, moving upward to your throat for him to trail his kisses up to where he could feel your pulse. Then he goes back down, taking your nipples into his hot mouth while his lover sucks something down between your legs. The simultaneous assaults catch you completely by surprise that your entire body jolts up, only to be once again held back by their strong hands. The way they are working on your body has you gasping, yet the tremble of your climax begins to form at the depth of your pulsing core.

They continue to move up and down, taking turns between planting their kisses on your breasts to your pulsing heat. Hands covering every part of your skin as they travel up and down your body. The moment you open your eyes again is when Jungkook clamp his mouth on your clit while Yoongi swallow your gasp with his lips while you unravel, ripples of your climax swivelling from your center, spreading all over your body until you shudder in their hands.

“You are so beautiful,” Yoongi whispers, then slides the pad of his thumb across your lips. The lust in his voice runs thick, heavy with his ragged breath.

“Open.”

You gaze up to him, letting him pull your bottom lip down until you are opening your mouth for his fingers. He gently slips two fingers between your lips, entering your mouth until you can lick him with your tongue.

“Suck,” he gently commands you. “Get them nice and wet for me like how it would be if I’d been fucking your pussy.”

Heat rushes through you as you imagine him fucking you with his fingers, and your walls pulse with the mix of needs and the after climax still running through your body. You reach out to palm his hard-on as you suck his fingers, running your tongue over them. He continues to slide them in and out of your mouth, watching you closely with his dark gaze.

“This is how you are going to suck my cock when you are ready. Except that I need you to squeeze at the root and let your tongue pressing on me as you pull out. Come and try it.”

Keeping your eyes on him, you immediately try to do as he says. Taking his fingers into your mouth, you press your lips tighter around the base of his fingers and keep your tongue pressed on his digits as you pull back, moving slowly towards the tip.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Perfect,” Yoongi groans, and you feel your chest swelling with pride at his praise, and you try it again, making sure that you are doing it as perfectly as what he had instructed you to.

Listening to his breathless grunts makes you hot, picturing yourself sucking on his cock instead of his fingers. The lips that had been clamping down on your heat being to move around your mounds, faintly tracing around your pulsing center that you start rocking your hips, wordlessly begging him to come back.

All so suddenly, both of them pull away from you. With strong hands, Yoongi pulls Jungkook to him, kissing him on the lips and drinking your sweet nectar from his swollen lips, tasting you through his lover’s mouth. The sight appears so hot and intense, it has your body warming up with the need for more.

A hand rests on your chin, pulling your attention away to find Taehyung hovering on you from the side. A smug smile is on his face, pride fills his eyes as he looks at you. Without a word, he leans down to kiss your lips, devouring you until your body grows lax in his hands. When he pulls away, you notice that all of their swimming shorts and trunks had been shed off, All left discarded on the cold tile floors. Three hard cocks—different shapes, thickness and sizes, but all equally hot and swollen and terribly hard as pieces of woods—had sprung up, all pointing your way.

You are completely speechless, too mesmerised on their beauty, your pussy throbbing as you imagine each and every one of them being inside you. A soft hand brushes at the top of your head, once again pulling your attention back to Taehyung.

“My sweet kitten,” he whispers, keeping his gentle hand at your hair while the other is wrapped around his cock, cradling it in his palm. With a quick glance, you find that the others are doing the same, touching and stroking on their own hard lengths as they wait for their turn. The sight of them touching themselves so casually yet with so much intensity in their eyes seem so hot, it leaves you almost drooling and burning to have them.

“Jungkook had asked to take you first, is that okay with you?” Taehyung asks you carefully, and all you can do is to answer him with a nod of your head. “Good girl,” he says, kissing the top of your head as he retreats, letting Jungkook takes the lead.

Jungkook positions himself back between your parted legs, one hand wrapped around his cock while he uses the other to brush your hair away from your face. He leans in, kissing your lips gently before he pulls back. His hard tip facing you as he prepares himself to be inside you, yet he brings himself up to your mouth.

His cock is big, broad, soft as silk along his length and swollen in crimson at the tip. Watching him from beneath your lashes, you give him a lick. A long one that starts from his root, up along the underside of his length, and you swirl your tongue in a slow motion at the tip of his cock. A drop of pre-cum slips out of the slit, and you lick it clean, tasting him with a hum.

He stutters out of breath, yet his words still make you weak when he grunts, “Such a good girl. That is so hot, baby. Do it again.”

And you do as he says, giving him another long lick from the base to the tip before wrapping your mouth around him. You are pleased to hear him groaning when you take him deep, and you take as much as you can when he begins to move his hips, thrusting his cock inside your mouth until you can feel its tip at the back of your throat. You are willing to give him anything, just like you would to your lover who is watching closely from the side, with his hand wrapped around his cock while the other comes down to your breast, plucking your sensitive nipple until you moan around Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook gives a few more thrusts before he pulls away, kissing your lips without caring about his own pre-cum lathering on your lips and tongue. He kisses you and quickly pulls back, before he begins to crawl back down. The next thing you know, Yoongi takes his place as he returns to your cunt, his mouth lapping at your opening to prepare you to take him deep inside you.

You take Yoongi’s cock in your mouth, squeezing him at the root just like how he had wanted you to. A pained sound escapes him. Strong fingers move down, closing at the back of your head to keep you still and guide you to angle your head the right way as he begins to thrust gently into you.

Just as Yoongi’s movement begins to grow steady, the mouth that has been clamping down your pussy begins to move again, kissing and sucking at your heat, tongue lashing out to move in and out of your opening. The two of them move in rhythm, steadily increasing their pace and their strength as you are sent to bliss. You grow completely lax in their hands while the pleasure within you rising intensely to the peak.

Jungkook continues only until your legs begin to shiver. He pulls back, kneeling between your legs and aligns himself at your center. He moves the tip of his cock up and down along your cleft, parting your nether lips and circling around your clit to coat himself with your release. Each friction sends shivers up and down your body while you are locked in place with nowhere to go. With all hands holding you down, your mouth locked around Yoongi’s shaft, you are left to submitting yourself and letting them take control over your body.

“That’s it, kitten. Let us take care of you and relax,” you hear Taehyung speak from your side when he notices the change in your stance. He can feel the tension being lifted from your body as everyone and everything begins to fall into a rhythm and you begin to enjoy everything.

“I need to be inside you,” you hear Jungkook speak this time. You feel the tip of his cock pressing right at your entrance, and he slowly pushes his way in, sliding so easily between your walls and grunting as you pulse around him. Your own cries is muffled until Yoongi pulls back, letting you release him to give you air to breathe and adjust to the feeling of Jungkook’s girth inside you.

“Fuck, she feels so damn good,” Jungkook grunts as he pulls out, slowly, stopping before he is completely out and pushes his way back in. He repeats the movement, keeping a steady pace while inching deeper each time he comes back inside you.

“More, more,” you cry out, moving your hips to chase him each time he retreats.

Soon, you both fall into another rhythm. Hips moving and swivelling against each other as he keeps pounding deep inside you. Then the others return just as you are lost in bliss. Your cries are drown when Yoongi pushes himself inside your mouth once again while Taehyung takes your free hand, guiding you to wrap your palm and fingers around his length.

You are up in the clouds. Your core is filled so perfectly, every single one of your lover moving their hips, thrusting, pounding, lighting your senses like haywire. The feeling of being ravished so intensely is quick to push you off of the edge and your climax comes unfolding like a massive wave.

Through your blinding bliss, you release Yoongi, gasping deep breaths as you erupt in your pleasure. Your hands move still, yet your walls are pulsing wildly between your legs, clamping down on Jungkook’s girth which begins twitching deep inside you.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” he grunts as he slowly reduces his pace, letting you embrace your climax while holding back from releasing too soon.

It feels like a long time before you finally come down from your high. With Jungkook still moving in and out of you, it seems like every pulse running inside your body only keeps increasing instead of slowing down. Suddenly, a light slap is heard and Jungkook halts.

“Greedy boy,” you hear Yoongi’s voice lightly scolding his boyfriend. You open your eyes to see him grinning at Jungkook, who is looking back at him sheepishly. Yoongi’s hand is still on his bottom, giving him another slap on the other cheek and rubbing gently while he continues to scold his lover, “Are you trying to keep her to yourself?”

“No, I’m not,” Jungkook answers him. “Sorry, babe. I got carried away.”

You let out a breathless laugh at their banter. Though they stop after a while then start kissing each other the next second.

Taehyung asks for your attention by tapping his fingers on your chin. “Come here, kitten. Let Yoongi take you from behind.”

You are surprised to hear what is next to come, yet the thought of having them filling you up at the same time makes your whole body flush. “Okay,” you murmur softly, your voice sounding faint compared to the loud pounding of your heartbeat.

Jungkook slowly pulls out. He moves to your side and lies on his back while you push yourself up to crawl on your hands and knees. Jungkook has his hand around his hard cock, pumping himself while he uses the other hand to pull you over him. Straddling him, you center yourself on top of him. Hands move gently to grip on your hips, bringing you down onto him. Slowly, he enters you again, spreading your hot canal with his hard shaft with a hiss that comes from the contact. Your head falls back at the pleasure of him being back inside you, the new angle allowing him to reach deeper than he did, reaching to the spots that have your head spinning wild in bliss.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his wide girth. His jaw grows tense, a sign that he is also holding back from what your pulsing walls are doing to him. Then, once you are ready, he begins rocking his hips, planting his feet on the deck for leverage as he thrusts into you, causing you to scream out in the rising pleasure.

Your walls are still tender after the few orgasms you have had all night that you can feel yourself already brimming at the edge of another climax. But you will yourself to relax, letting your muscles loose their tension as you push yourself up, then landing back down to have him deep inside you. Jungkook keeps his hands on your waist as he helps you to move, going up and down on him, sliding on his cock steadily slow.

His eyes are dark as he watches you bouncing on his dick. “You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs between his deep groans. His own hips begin to move, pushing and thrusting up with the same rhythm you are making on top of him.

You fall forward to his chest when everything feels too much, and he leans down, sucking a nipple while he guides you to move up and down his cock. A hot palm rests itself on the other breast, kneading your mound while a pair of lips land at the back of your neck.

“He’s right,” you hear Yoongi whispers to you while he runs his mouth along your throat. You haven’t even noticed him moving until you feel his warmth on your back, his hands tracing your curve from behind as he takes his position. “You look so hot bouncing on his cock like that. You make me so hard, I want to slide inside you so bad.”

As Jungkook unlatches his lips from your bud, Yoongi pulls you to sit up on Jungkook’s lap with his thick cock still buried inside you. Both of Yoongi’s hands are on your breasts now, feeling you up and pressing his palms on your puckered buds. Taehyung leans in, joining in with the group to press his lips on yours. A gasp escapes you when Jungkook thrusts upward, hard, allowing Taehyung to plunge his tongue deep inside your mouth.

The sound of a tube opening is heard somewhere through your bliss before something cold is smeared at your bottom. Your muscles instantly grow tense when you feel fingers lathering the cold lotion right around your puckered rim, circling and pushing their way through. Your whole body stiffens, growing tight to defend itself from any ministrations from the tightest spot in your body.

“Don’t fight it, baby girl. I don’t want to hurt you,” Yoongi whispers softly against your skin. You take a deep breath to relax, just in time for Jungkook to reach down and clamp his fingers on your clit. His touch becomes a distraction and the tension in your muscles dissipate, giving way for Yoongi to slowly ease his fingers through your tight opening.

This is not the first time you have ever done anal and your muscles have memorised everything despite your brain keeps telling you how it would hurt. Closing your eyes, you focus on the distraction given on your center, at the twitching cock that continues to throb against your hot walls, at the other hands touching at your sensitive spots, and your body slowly loosens its tension. Yoongi gives a few more thrusts of his fingers, spreading you apart each time by adding another digit, then another, until you are finally ready for him.

“That’s it,” Yoongi groans when he feels your body adjusting to him. “You’re ready,” he says as he pulls his fingers out. The sound of the tube returns, then the cold, hard tip of his cock comes nudging at your tight opening. “I’m coming in.”

Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself with your hands propped on Jungkook’s shoulders as Yoongi slowly pushes forward, moving gently through your tight rim until the tip of his shaft is fully encased inside your ass. A cry of both pain and pleasure slips out of your lips when you feel him stretching you apart with his girth. It feels tight already, with two cocks buried deep inside you, yet you know that he is not done yet.

Neither of your men make a move, giving you time to adjust yourself with the tight fit. Only once you feel your muscles loosening down, the pulsing pain receding into pleasure, you begin moving your hips, pressing your pelvis backward to urge Yoongi to move.

The ridges along his length rub against your opening when Yoongi pulls back, triggering a few spasms that have your body trembling over Jungkook’s waist. Then he returns to you, thrusting deep, slowly, moving back and forth until he manages to delve deeper, stopping with a delightful groan once he is fully seated inside you. You let out a deep sigh, enjoying the fullness that you are feeling from both men. Before the pleasure rises intensely as they start to move.

Yes, yes, yes, a series of incoherent words continue to flow out between your cries as they start stroking their hard cocks, in and out, your hips going up and down on them. Both men begin by moving slowly until you can get used to the rushing sensation that they bring. A pair of strong hands guide you to move by your waist when you are losing energy on your limbs to push yourself up.

As your pain recedes into pleasure and your muscles are no longer clamping around them too hard, they begin picking up their paces until your moans sound louder, your walls and muscles tightening and pulsing with a sign of another climax hitting you too soon.

Taehyung’s delicate fingers trace your cheek while his lips are pressed on the other, making you look up to him. “Do you trust me, kitten?” he whispers, the words sound too far away but you still nod your head once they come clearer. His lips spread into a smile. Keeping one hand cupping your face, he uses the other to pull off the scarf he has been wearing on his upper arm. “Give me your hands.”

You haven’t noticed that you have been burying your nails into Jungkook’s skin in the midst of your bliss until you look down. Instead of grimacing in pain, Jungkook only gives you a wink and continues to stroke his length into you after you free him from your clutch. Your hands are shaking as you present them to Taehyung, and your lover put your wrists together, pulling them to your back before tying them together with his silky scarf.

“Good girl,” he says, handing your bound hands to Yoongi to hold from behind. “Now you can fully submit to the pleasure. Just give in to it, kitten. Don’t fight it.”

Soon, you find that you no longer resist the intense feeling they are igniting within you. Submitting yourself to the pleasure allows you to feel every single thing. Each stroke of their length lights up your nerve ending, each touch of their hands strums each thread of your senses, waking up every part of you and setting everything off into the peak of your pleasure.

The rise to your climax increases steadily, getting there faster as Yoongi and Jungkook find their rhythm, moving in tune with one another as they switch things up, moving in and out like a seesaw. When one thrusts deep into you, the other would recede. As one pulls back, the other would return with more force, pounding deeper in each thrust, keeping a steady pace that picks up faster each time without letting on even for just one second. It gives you the sensation of constantly being filled to the brim, from front to back, not a single moment where they would stop until you are lost in the clouds of bliss.

You are halfway sent into the headspace when you feel Taehyung tracing the tip of his fingers along your lips. He is breathless with pure need as he watches you being ravished completely, his own hand moving up and down on his own length, stroking himself while you are taking in your own pleasure.

“Open for me, kitten,” his husky voice commands you, and while your brain is incapable to process his words, your body reacts instantly. Your mouth falls open for him, allowing him to thrust his hard shaft through the seam of your lips, instantly reaching deep to the hilt.

You feel like you are being thrust away from your own body when they start moving, falling into a tricky rhythm as they all pound, thrust, push and pull, switching turns inside you and filling up every tight part of your body. Hands are everywhere, gripping at your waist, your wrists, your hair, your breasts.

With every opening in your body being filled completely with multiple cocks, your head in the clouds, your body taking in each of their assaults, and your control being taken away through the bind around your wrists and the hand that is gripping hard on the back of your head to keep you still, you have nowhere else to go but to head towards the peak, to concede to your pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” the voice sounds far away, though it comes from the lips pressing on the back of your neck. The other sounds you can faintly hear are rough grunts and curses as your lovers are embracing their own pleasure and release.

You feel yourself being thrust into your final climax as the poundings start getting more rapid and rough. It almost feel like they are tearing you apart while putting you back together as the first ripple of your orgasm comes to you so intensely it sends your body writhing and convulsing between their sweaty bodies.

You can only embrace it when the pleasure rises. Your cries are muffled by the thick girth pounding into your mouth, leaving you only with your muffled moans as the orgasm rushes through you in intense waves, engulfing you until your body shakes and your muscles clamp tightly around Yoongi and Jungkook.

Curses are heard as they are both sent into their own climaxes, coming together as they fill you up with their cum. Their cocks twitch inside you, rubbing on each other inside you before warmth fills you up. Your mouth unlatches itself from Taehyung’s cock as you are left with breathless gasps, locked between the two lovers until you feel them shooting the final drop of their release deep inside your walls.

What happens next comes to you in blurry movements. The bind on your wrists comes off first, then your walls and muscles contract against nothing but void after Yoongi and Jungkook slip out of you simultaneously. Gentle hands take over their places as you are laid down on your back.

A deep sigh of relief comes from your lips before it turns into a gasp when you feel something rubbing against your tender core. You open your eyes to find Taehyung hovering on top of you, one hand on your waist while the other is guiding his shaft to slide between your cleft. The tip of his cock looks swollen, hard and tight and ready to explode, its skin looks slick with the mixture of your release and the cum from the other men that he had collected from your leaking pussy as he circles his cock around your opening.

A nudge at your entrance leaves you gasping, and then he is suddenly inside you.

“Too much, baby,” you whimper breathlessly, yet you make no move to push him away. Your head falls back as you feel him pushing through your tender pussy, spreading your pulsing walls until you feel the ripples of your orgasm coming back to you.

“Just one more, kitten. One last time for daddy,” he says, groaning deeply when you clamp him between your walls. A few strokes in, and you begin to feel more pleasure than pain.

A movement comes from your side, catching your attention. Looking through the corner of your hazy eyes, you see Jungkook lying on his back, his strong legs thrown over Yoongi’s shoulders as the lovers move their hips together. Jungkook’s face scrunches tightly as Yoongi pounds his cock inside his ass, both of them grunting as they chase another climax. You find Yoongi’s hand reaching between them, wrapped around Jungkook’s cock that glistens with the mix of your essence and his own release, making it easy for Yoongi to stroke him until he erupts with a loud cry.

You keep watching them fucking right beside you while Taehyung continues pounding his cock in and out of you, and the scene is what pushes you into another edge, sending your walls pulsing around Taehyung’s girth.

The pulse rises into a smaller orgasm when he clamps his mouth around your nipple, but it is enough to please him, triggering him to finally release himself inside you. “Come around my cock, kitten. That’s it. Fuck.”

Your body thrash beneath him when your orgasm washes over you, and Taehyung makes it linger as he continues to slowly thrust inside you, moving in and out until the very last drop of his release coats your walls. You feel full, both from being completely sated and having cum filling your insides. The warmth you feel from Taehyung’s embrace once he is done sends you drifting off, exhausted and content, your muscles growing lax little by little until you are pulled way into a dreamless sleep.

“You did amazing. Thank you. I love you, kitten,” is the last thing you hear from him before everything goes dark.

The sound of splashing water and its warmth enveloping you wake you up not too long after.

As your body jolts awake, Taehyung tightens his arm around you to keep you still. “Sshh—it’s alright, kitten. I got you.”

Blinking your eyes, you realise that you are in his bathtub—the one in the master bathroom—with him holding you from behind as you sit on his lap. When things are beginning to sink in, you relax against his bare chest and relish in the marvellous way the hot water is making you feel.

“So much baths in one night,” you whisper softly, chuckling when you feel Taehyung’s chest rumbling with his own deep laughter from behind you.

“Just wanted to help you relax. You’re going to feel incredibly sore in the morning, but hot bath can loosen the knots on your muscles and help you sleep better,” he says as he calmly rubs his fingers along your wrists, gently massaging the soreness that had been left behind from the bind. “How are you feeling, kitten?”

Snuggling deeper into his chest, you close your eyes and hum softly. “I’m feeling—amazing,” you tell him, earning another chuckle when your hips jolt against him. Your muscles pulse at the memory of the wild lovemaking happening outside, as if it is missing the sensation of being filled in all three places. You feel terribly tender and sore right between your legs. You feel it front and center and all the way to your behind, yet you welcome the feeling for everything they worth. “I’ve never come so hard. Did I really blackout? Or did I get too tired I just fell asleep?”

Taehyung laughs. “Could be both,” he says. “But seriously, did we go too hard on you? Are you hurt anywhere?”

You instantly shake your head. “No, it felt so good. You know I love it when you play rough.”

You feel his smile when he kisses your bare shoulder. “That’s good,” he sighs. “Did you regret it?”

“Never.”

Taehyung continues to kiss your skin, tracing his lips along your shoulder, up to your neck, while his hands continue to work on the knots on your body. He starts by loosening the soreness on your wrists and going up to your arms, before he traces your skin, moving lower to your tender breasts, plucking on your nipples until your breath grows hard.

You shift on his lap when his hands continue traveling down, taking their time to find their way down between your legs. He kisses your neck and feels you trembling against his chest. “You must be feeling extremely sore and tender down here,” he says, his voice sounds deep and husky, while you are completely breathless the moment his fingers trail along your tender cleft.

“Yes, I am,” you whisper. Your body begins to move on its own, your hips swivel as you chase the touch of his fingers, wishing that he would place his delicate fingers right where your pulse is rising. “But I feel empty.”

“Oh, do you?” he chuckles. “Are you still thinking about it? How we made love to you and used your body like a sex toy?”

“Hmmm—”

Chuckling deeply, he places his palm on your belly to keep you still the more you swivel your hips against him, keeping the other hand right between your legs with just a tease. His fingers start tracing along your flesh, moving in circles while avoiding where you want him the most. “That’s not an answer, kitten,” he says, demanding you to speak and let him know what you need. He loves it when you tell him exactly what you are craving for, to share all the sinful thoughts and your wanton needs for him to fulfil.

“Yes, I love what you did to me,” you finally tell him, sighing when he begins tracing the seam of your nether lips as a reward.

“Are you willing to do it again?”

Turning to him, you look at him and smile. “Why not? We still have a few more days here, don’t we?”

“Indeed we do,” he says. He looks at you fondly and his smile grows before he presses his lips on yours. The kiss grows deep and intense immediately, making your whole body flush as every part of your skin is still sensitive to his touches.

Cutting the kiss short once both of you are breathless, you push yourself up, steadying yourself on your trembling knees to turn around and face him. You move carefully as you climb up his lap, your hand finding him hard and ready as you wrap your palm around his length.

“Make love to me, Taehyung.”

“My pleasure, kitten,” he says as he reaches out to you, helping you to move up against him with his strong hands, before slamming you back down, sliding his cock inside your tender walls with both of your cries echoing against the bathroom walls.

He makes sweet love to you, moving nice and slow. Sliding and thrusting up when you push yourself down. Going deep until you feel him right at the hilt, he repeats the movement, hitting all the right places as he slides through your pulsing walls in a steady rhythm. Water splashes around you as he picks up his speed, helping you chase the ripples of your climax until both of you come right at the same time.

Once you are done, your whole body relaxes, your muscles no longer tense and the soreness you have felt begin to ease down, and you instantly fall asleep in his arms.

The next time you wake up, you find yourself lying on a comfortable bed. And you quickly find that you are not alone.

Lying on your side, still naked under the blanket, you feel Taehyung embracing you from behind. On the opposite side, you find Jungkook, sleeping with his front facing you while Yoongi has his arm around his waist.

Everyone else is sleeping soundly while you relish the soft hum rushing through your muscles and the warmth enveloping you. The remaining hum of your climax still lingers in your center. Your heart beats faster when you replay the event happening earlier inside your head, your muscles contracting at the memories. Opening your eyes to your lovers, you suddenly feel glad that Taehyung had insisted to place this awfully large king-sized bed inside his small cabin despite your reluctance years ago, for it manages to fit all four of you together, allowing you to share this comfort with the men who had given you pleasure.

It doesn’t take long before you feel yourself drifting back to your slumber. The drowsiness feels heavy on your eyelids, the warmth enveloping you and the sound of steady breathings lulling you to sleep.

Through your fluttering eyelids, you catch the sight of Jungkook opening his eyes. His lips spread into a smile as he looks at you. Then he reaches out, holding your hand as he goes back to sleep, silently promising you more delectable time to share for the next few days you are spending in this cabin together.

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kinghoranshit · 4 years ago

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Our Star (HS)

Warnings: fluffy af, H in swimming trunks

Word Count: 757

There was another whistle, slightly higher pitched, and I looked up in time to see the brown tips of his hair hideaway. A moment later, Harry slowly popped his head back into our room with a funny expression on his adorable face. Then he slipped back into the hall.

I sat on Harry and I's bed, watching a movie as I ate Lucky Charm marshmallows. I heard a low whistle so I shortly switched my sight in the direction of the hallway to see who it was, but there was no one there. I shrugged and turned my attention back to the flickering screen.

I laughed under breath. "Harry, what’re you doing?”

He sauntered in, the steps he walked when he wanted something. "Trying to get my beautiful wife's attention. And it worked."

I shook my head with a small smirk before I went back to the movie.

I couldn't stop my smile and giggled. "What did you have in mind?”

"Come on,” he lightly pleaded. He shut the laptop and brought his face close to mine. He smiled, his dimples showing as deep as a crater. I wanted to poke one of them so I did and, in response, he only playfully grabbed my finger.

"So?"

"A sit in the hot tub.” His soft lips pecked mine, his stubble tickling thr under of my nose, then he was gone into our master closet.

I definitely wanted to finish this rom com, but a sit in the hot tub with my husband sounded wonderful. I couldn’t put up much of a fight as I ran a hand through my hair and got up from the messy sheets. Harry came out of the closet in his short, blue striped trunks as I went in. All of his tattoos showed and I couldn't stop from biting my lip at the masterpiece he was.

I decided on a yellow, floral number. A solid mustard halter top and high-waisted, black, colorful flower cheekies.

Harry was still there when I finished. He smiled once again. "Ready?”

I nodded as I encased his hand in mine. “Always, my love.”

We walked downstairs and through the living room where the glass doors to the backyard were. It showed the pool and hot tub that we had. There was also a small grill and cabana area. Sort of our own little paradise at home.

The night sky was lit by stars and a half moon. The low lights were on in the hot tub already and jazz music played lowly from the surround sound speakers.

"Please get settled in. I need to grab something," Harry stated and gave me a peck on the cheek.

I nodded and approached the hot tub. Instead of using the stairs like a normal person, I sat down on the side then slid into the enticing water. A hand appeared holding a Mike's hard strawberry lemonade. I happily grabbed it and sipped; the sweet taste of strawberry filled my mouth before the alcohol slightly burned my tongue and throat.

Harry lowered himself into the water beside me the same way I had.

"Perfect," Harry sighed as he lazily stretched an arm behind me. Suddenly, though, his eyebrows furrowed. "Wait, I forgot one more thing."

"What?" I whispered.

He leaned over and slowly kissed me on the lips. "Mmm strawberries."

I cheesed. "You... are amazing." I took another drink of the Mike and rested my head on his firm shoulder.

Harry leaned his head against mine and we silently looked up at the outerspace. Out of all the stars, there was one that seemed to shine brighter than the rest. I couldn’t take my eyes away from it. This was something I could do until it burned away.

Eventually, I pointed to it. “You see that star, H?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice a bit raspy.

“It’s shining so bright. It’s beautiful... like you.”

He chuckled under his breath. “I’m glad you think so cause... I bought it. It’s ours.”

“You what?” I moved so I could look into his meadow hues. “You bought us a star?”

“Yeah... I just- If one of us were to, like, go.. I wanted us to know we could look at it and it's the other person.”

I kissed him, passionately. "I love you so much. You really are the best."

"As you are, love. I can’t imagine life without you."

"You won't have to now." I rested my head back on his shoulder and snuggled up against him to look at the brightest star.

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#Harry Styles #HS #Harry Styles imagine #HS imagine #Harry Styles fluff #HS fluff #fluff #imagine #blurb

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thisisme-hereiam · 3 years ago

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I'm wondering what does your nasty, beach baecation consist of?

The usual. An all-inclusive resort. Drinks with little umbrellas in them. Amazing food. Dancing at the beachside club. Getting/giving head while calling for room service. Fucking in the hot tub during the day. Fucking in the ocean under the stars. Fucking on the balcony overlooking the water. Fucking on every surface of our suite. Jet-skis. Reading together while in a hammock. Drinks at the swim up bar. Napping in our cabana poolside.

Just the basics.

#Anon

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yourfriendslimey · 4 years ago

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INTIMATE NONSEXUAL THINGS I WANNA DO WITH GOT7

Mark- share a milkshake with two straws at an old fashioned ice cream shop on a summer afternoon; sitting across from each other playing footsies and holding hands

Jaebeom- smoke weed in a dark room with one of those LED light strips and have him breathe a cloud into my mouth while listening to lofi-hip-hop beats

Jackson- go to ski lodge and get cozy in an outdoor hot tub under the stars with our drinks of choice; sit on his lap and talk about the mysteries of the universe

Jinyoung- cook a nice dinner together and have a date night in; we put on smooth jazz, get dressed up, and sit down as if at a fancy restaurant; candles lit, napkins folded, the works

Youngjae- spend a lazy sunday in bed watching bad movies and pounding snacks; my head on his chest, legs a tangled mess, we order takeout and play rock paper scissors for who has to get up to get it

BamBam- rent a cabana, pile onto a patio couch with a bowl of fruit and watch the sunset while feeding each other and taking in the smell of the sea and the ocean air

Yugyeom- go to an aquarium and share a pair of wireless ear buds; take tons of photos making dumb faces at the fish; when we have a moment alone, slow dance by the blue light of the tanks

#got7 #kpop #got7 jackson #got7 jaebeom #got7 mark #got7 youngjae #got7 bambam #got7 yugyeom #got7 jinyoung #got7 imagine #got7 smut #got7 fluff #got7 imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #got7 scenarios

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rightsockjin · 4 years ago

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BTIP: Day 2

Summary: It’s day two and already, the drama has started! With two date cards out in the open, will Y/N get to go out of the villa? Alliances begin to form in Paradise and relationships blossom. What will happen when a new girl arrives and steals Jungkook’s attention? One word. Drama.

Rating: K+ (Suggestive)

Genre: Romance, drama, slight angst

Word Count: 11,423

This is the format that will be used from now on! I hope it’s not too long! If you want to be on the tag list, please send me an ask! Thank you for everyone who’s been reading it! enjoy!

~adminKim

Last Time on Bangtan in Paradise:

Y/N was caught in two compromising positions:

- “Are we interrupting something,” Seokjin asked, looking from you to the producer who instantly jumped back.

“Uh no. Sorry, I just wanted to make sure that her mic didn’t short out since she had gotten in the hot tub without removing it. I have to replace it now so I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t let me stop you from mingling.”

-Like a magnetic force, you felt yourself lean down. Taehyung was reaching up too, his wet hand was now at your neck. It was like a spell. You would never have done something like this before. You were always the kind of person to take things slow, but you had six weeks to fall in love and you realized that maybe you would have to speed up your regular process. Would you regret this later? Maybe. But in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Taehyung seemed to hit it off with two people:

That was when you noticed that he was holding hands with that brunette girl from earlier. All the blood rushed out of your face. Wasn’t it just minutes ago that you guys had almost kissed?

Jin protected you from the lustful gaze of the group:

“Jin, please tell me my dress isn’t see-through right now.”

Jin’s eyes snapped up to your face, “What no! No it’s not that it’s just…” he gulped, pulling you towards him and flipping your body so that he was hiding you from the rest of the men in the resort. He didn’t seem to care that your dress was getting his shorts wet. He held you close to his body.

“It’s really just plastered to your skin. I suggest you go and change if you don’t want people to stare.”

Y/N began to trust your producer:

“Yeah okay well the sound is fine. If you need anything you can just say my name and I’ll show up,” he tapped his head set, “at the risk of sounding incredibly creepy, I’m always listening.”

He tapped his head set, then without much more of a goodbye, he walked out of your room leaving you to stare after him with a crescent on your lips.

And the first date card appeared:

Yoongi looked at Jackson in shock. It was clear that he hadn’t expected to get the first date card. He seemed to be thrown thoroughly off guard.

“Me,” he asked, as Jackson handed him the slightly ripped envelope. He scanned the card as if he couldn’t quite believe it unless he saw it. His mouth was slightly open.

“You mean I have to wake up early? And I have to exercise?”

Next to him, Hobi laughed loudly clapping him on the back, “Be happy Yoongi! You have your pick of women for the first date in Paradise!”

Who will Yoongi choose? Will Jungkook ever get his chance to atone for his actions on the Bachelor? Will things heat up between Jin and Y/N?

Find out now! On Bangtan in Paradise!

It was maybe nine in the morning when you woke up. Namjoon had appeared in your room shortly after you rose to secure a mic on your waist with a tan band of fabric that hid under your tankini top then, without much conversation, excited. You wondered if he had gotten into any trouble for the way he had already conversed with you more than he should have in a day.

You weren’t sure at what time Yoongi’s date left but you had a gut feeling that he wasn’t going to ask you. This was confirmed when you walked out of your room and to the Cabana for some breakfast and Yoongi was missing. People were already up and chatting. You wondered how early everyone else had woken up.

You yawned. You had taken a late shower and partially straightened your hair the night before so you could curl it overnight with curlers. You hadn’t slept much since your nerves had gotten the best of you and it looked like it had all been in vain. You were not going on a date that day.

“Morning,” Seokjin said, sitting next to you on a stool. His face was pale with sunscreen and he was wearing a long sleeved surfer shirt. A straw hat on his head.

“You’re chipper today,” you giggled, rubbing a particularly thick blob of lotion into his cheek affectionately. Already, you felt somehow drawn to this man. His slight flirtations from the night before and the way he’d shielded you from the impure stares of the other men stuck in your mind. Whether it was romantic, or friendship wise, Seokjin was rubbing you the right way.

“It’s a beautiful day. There’s beautiful women,” he winked at you, “What’s not to be chipper about?”

You had no answer. Instead you asked the bartender for a mimosa and an egg sandwich. Seokjin watched you. Amused.

“Also…I’m hoping that the date cards start to roll in soon. I’m anxious to be the first to take you out.”

Your blood pressure must have dropped drastically and noticeably because Seokjin’s face went from hopeful, to terrified in a matter of seconds.

“Whoa, Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You took a large gulp of your mimosa to get some sugar in your body. Panic filled you to the brim. You could feel the eyes of your fellow bachelors on you, all of them looking at you and Seokjin curiously.

“NO! I’m fine…I just wasn’t expecting…are you flirting with me?”

Jin laughed, “Kind of, yeah.”

What a stupid question. Of course he was flirting with you. That was the point of this show wasn’t it? You had never had someone be so blatantly express interest in you before.

“Oh.”

“Is,” he cleared his throat, “Is that okay?”

“Yes!” You almost screamed. The back of your neck burned. The small hairs there prickled. As covertly as you could, you glanced over your shoulder. In the same table as yesterday sat-what was her name?-Holly, across from Kitty and Taehyung looking miserable as you spoke to Jin.

A part of you felt guilty. As rude as they had been the day before, you weren’t the type of person to go after another person’s crush fully knowing that they had it. Another part kept yelling at you that it wasn’t your fault. You hadn’t actively sought out Jin. He had found you this morning and struck up a conversation.

“Well I’m glad,” Seokjin confirmed, scooting a little closer as you turned back around and took a bite of your sandwich.

“Me too,” you said, “But uh… I really think that Holly has a thing for you. Do you uh,” what were you doing? What were you about to say? You mentally argued with yourself for a second about the words that threatened to spill off of your lips.

“Do you maybe want to talk to her? Just to make sure that you don’t want to maybe date her instead?”

Seokjin’s shoulders sagged. Instantly, you knew you had said the wrong thing. Your heart raced.

“Ok wait hold on that was stupid,” you said. Waves of regret seemed to radiate off of the man before you. He had put his heart on the line and in seconds you had crushed it.

“Look if you’re not interested, that’s fine, but don’t pretend to be interested.”

He stood up but you reached for his forearm, stopping him from leaving. He looked back at you. Like in a movie, his hair flopped effortlessly. The sun hit him in the perfect way. Oh God you were an idiot.

“I’m interested, Jin. I don’t know why I said that. I’m really sorry.” Jin’s angelic face didn’t show any expression. He looked at you as if for the first time.

“Yeah well, maybe you’ve got a point. We should both really try to meet multiple people to make sure that what we want is each other.”

He carefully pulled his arm from your grip. A dazzling smile replaced the plain expression he bore only seconds before. The sudden change gave you whiplash but before you could comment, he walked over to the table of hell and leaned down next to Holly. You couldn’t hear what he said, but from where you sat, you could see her face light up.

Seokjin held a hand out for her to take and she did so eagerly, jumping from her seat. Kitty watched them walk away with a satisfied smile. You felt your heart sink. Your self-sabotage had kicked in without warning and had done exactly as it was meant to. This is why things didn’t work out for you. If the filter from your brain to your mouth worked better, maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess.

You let your shoulders slump, looking out into the ocean where Jin and Holly were now taking a walk. Suddenly, you realized that you were in genuine danger of going home before the show had even started. You looked back at your sandwich, which was growing cold, sadly. You slowly ate the rest of the egg and discarded the bread.

You sipped on your mimosa absentmindedly. You would have to think of some way to keep yourself entertained. It was clear that Jin was occupied. You glanced over at Taehyung who was chatting idly with Kitty and a new arrival, Yumi. On the beach you could see Hoseok and who looked like Jimin watching the waves.

Soobin and Yeonjun were sitting in beach chairs, their shirts off. Sunglasses on. Wow. They were…pretty well built. Alex was sitting in the pool chair next to them. She was wearing a cute pair of beige shorts and a bandeau-like striped blue bikini top. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, her small face was partially hidden by a pair of big circular glasses. She seemed calm enough. Which surprised you since last night she was uncomfortable with Jackson and his own display of muscle.

You wondered if you should just go and talk to her instead of worrying about the guys. It would at least help to talk to her for a little while and try to forget the stupidity that you’d just displayed.

You got up, intent on doing just that when a voice stopped you. Before you, walking into the cabana in some blue swim trunks and a black surfer’s shirt. His hair was ruffled and he looked tired. Like he had tossed and turned all night and didn’t bother to fix himself for the day. Your heart skipped a beat. He was…so cute. You could remember what it was like to see him for the first time when you walked out of the limo. The way that the night seemed to frame his body perfectly and his smile was bright and excited. You could put yourself back in that place so easily. The place where you were in love with Jeon Jungkook. Why couldn’t you do that again?

“Good morning,” Jungkook said, his teeth on full display. His body language was confident and cocky. If you didn’t look at his face you wouldn’t notice the hint of uncertainty that flashed in his brown eyes.

“Good morning…” you said gesturing with your hand for him to continue. He looked confused as he sat in the stool next to the one you had previously been occupying. He towered over you. He rested his arms on the bar as the bartender, you think his name is Jorge, came over to take his order.

“Good morning…did you sleep well,” he asked before turning to Jorge and ordering a glass of milk and some pancakes.

You, not realizing that you were expecting something, were disappointed by his answer. You weren’t sure what you had wanted him to say, but it wasn’t that. Maybe an apology. An explanation now that you were ready to listen? Your name?

“Yep, Slept well. Anyway, nice talk, I’m going to go talk to Alex,” you answered rather dryly. Jungkook blinked at you. His pancakes sat before him, beautifully decorated with strawberries and bananas. Warmed syrup sat next to them and his milk was placed in a fancy wine glass with a sprig of mint. Jungkook didn’t notice any of that. Instead, he was looking at you in what appeared to be fear.

“Later Jeon,” you said then walked away, your blue flip flops hitting your heels lightly as you walked towards the beach.

Jungkook didn’t follow you. For this you were grateful. You didn’t think you could take the humiliation of him still not remembering your name after all this time. You would think that if he cared enough, he would have figured it out. You were a viral laughing stock after all. You were not going to stick around and be embarrassed again.

The day’s sea air was cool on your skin. Today you had remembered to wear sunscreen and the wind wafted the smell up to your nose. The sun was hidden behind some harmless looking clouds and the ocean roared in the background. It was then that you realized just how beautiful Playa Escondida (Hidden beach) was. The hundreds of palm trees that resided between the multiple areas of the villa made it feel that much more secluded. Obviously, you knew that you weren’t alone and the cameras that you spotted here and there were proof of that but if you closed your eyes, this would be the very definition of paradise for you.

Flowers were blooming in trees and in bushes of all sorts. Colors seemed to drown out the grey of the day. You couldn’t help but smile. You guessed that getting your heart broken would be best in a beautiful place like this.

As you neared Alex and the two tall men, you were intercepted. Jackson stood before you, his smile subtle. He was now wearing a shirt much to your dismay and a pair of swim trunks with red geometric patterns you couldn’t quite make out. He was barefoot and a tiny bit sunburned. His arms were crossed over his chest. It was like he knew something you didn’t.

“Uh…hey,” you said, taken aback.

Jackson chuckled. It felt almost deprecating though not malicious. You looked around for any signs of what he wanted to say. When the only thing that met you were his confusing actions you relaxed and waited for him to say something.

“Y/N, can I call you Y/N?”

“Uh…yes.”

“Look, I’m not trying to be rude, you’re really attractive and I can see very well why these guys want to date you, but I am not one of them.”

He said nothing else. Just waited patiently for your reply. What was going on here? The only logical explanation to you was that someone had said something to him about you and he was trying to clear the air?

“Alright, well…I think I’ll survive,” you told him, trying to walk around him but he followed you, blocking you from leaving.

“Okay good,” he confirmed, “Now that we have that out of the way, I really think we should form an alliance.”

For a second, you thought that he was joking, but his expression was serious and inquisitive. Why on earth would you need an alliance?

“An alliance?”

“An alliance.”

You waited patiently for him to explain but when he didn’t you sighed and crossed your arms.

“What do you mean, Jackson?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he laughed, gesturing to the bed under a small room that was situated close to us. With a sigh you obliged and sat on the edge of the mildly sandy bed. Jackson plopped onto it rather ungracefully, making you bounce a bit. A surprised noise was ripped from your throat. Jackson giggled.

“Okay so here’s what I’m thinking. Things are going to get difficult really fast and when that happens, we’re going to need someone that we can trust. A confidante. A safe haven. A sort of uh-”

“A friend?”

Jackson’s face brightened, “A FRIEND! Exactly! Yes, that’s what we will call it. Friendship! No one will know that we’re in cahoots if they just think they’re friends.”

“Or,” you paused waiting for him to look at you, “We could just be friends? Just a thought.”

Jackson scrunched up his nose, “I like the way you think Y/L/N. Friends it is.” He held out his hand and shook yours without waiting for you to take his. He nodded then crawled up closed to you so he could lower his voice.

“Now that we know our game plan, I have some rules.”

“Okay,” you giggled. The more he spoke the more funny he seemed to become.

“Rule number one. And this is the most important one okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed.

“If, for some reason, neither one of us has a person at a Rose Ceremony, then we give each other roses. So that we can get a chance to meet someone.”

You puckered your lips. It seemed reasonable enough. You were giving each other the chance to continue with the show.

“Okay and that’s only if we are both single right?”

“Boy you catch on fast Y/L/N.”

“Hey!”

He ignored your outburst, “Rule number two, if we hear something that would make the other one of us sad or angry, we tell each other. No questions asked.”

“Alright, okay yeah I can do that. Anything else?”

This time Jackson hesitated. His cheeks blushing slightly. He looked away from you, towards where Alex, Yeonjun, and Soobin were sitting. You followed his gaze. A seagull flew over the trio. A wave of sea water flowed dangerously close to the chairs but none of them seemed bothered.

“Rule number three…we’re each other’s wing men,” he sputtered when he looked back at you and your eyebrows were raised, “wing woman? Wing people? We help each other alright? If I ask for some help with a girl, you talk me up and I on the other hand will help you with…” he blinked at you as if he was thinking hard, “I’ll help you with men. No matter who it is you want. I will help you get them. Ok?”

He looked at you expectantly. A question on his face. You raised your own eyebrows at him. Again waiting for an explanation at his weirdly specific rule.

“You understand what I am saying?”

“I think I do,” you said not entirely sure if you did but you supposed you would find out soon enough.

“Okay, good. Now that I said that…do you happen to be interested in… anyone?”

At that point, you sighed and threw yourself onto the Mexican handmade comforter roughly.

“That bad already?” Jackson asked, adjusting so that his head was next to yours. You both looked up at the little canopy made of straw. The salt smell of the ocean hit you harder then. In the distance, you could hear laughter and…what sounded like a dolphin?

It was day two and already you felt like crap.

“So, you know Seokjin,” you asked Jackson.

“Kim Seokjin. The really good looking one? Or are we talking about the other one?”

You rolled your eyes. Jackson was really easy to talk to. Something about his easy going nature had you spilling your heart out.

“No oh my Lord. The handsome one,” you giggled.

“Ah alright, so what about Kim Seokjin.”

You hesitated only for a second. You were going to go talk to Alex about this anyway right? Why not just tell Jackson instead? He was free and Alex was clearly busy enjoying her time sunbathing.

“So, since yesterday, he showed interest in me and this morning he flirted with me I guess? And then I stupidly pointed out to him that Holly liked him and told him to explore that connection and not only did he take what I said to heart, I think he doesn’t want to court me anymore…”

Jackson chuckled, “Court you? What century are you living in Y/N? No one courts anyone. It’s all about talking and dating now.”

You blew a raspberry, “I know… but Seokjin seemed the type to want to court someone. Something slow and respectful. I don’t know. Maybe I sound crazy but-” you cringed, there was another Easter egg for the editors, “I want a guy who does things right you get me?”

Jackson rolled his shoulders next to you, “Well what exactly is the right way to do things?”

You thought about it. Though you had spent so much time thinking about what the perfect relationship for you would be, you let yourself picture it once more before you let yourself speak.

Cautious conversation. Careful touches. Nervous actions. Soft smiles. Multiple dates and hangouts with your person. A secret code that just you two knew. He looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

You conveyed this to Jackson in as little words as you could. He listened intently, nodding every once in a while. Never interrupting, never judgmental. You realized more and more that whomever ended up with this man was going to be extremely fortunate.

When you finished, Jackson took a second to consider what you had said.

“Well, from what you are telling me, I feel like Paradise is going to be a bit difficult for you. A man dedicating his time solely to you is a little hard here. You would be better off with someone not in the competition.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his weird stress on the end of the sentence. Was he perhaps suggesting that you left the show?

“Well I mean, yeah. I realize that, Jackson, but it’s really hard to meet people. This is another good way to meet someone. I get that focusing on me would be hard but I’ve seen it done before.”

“I hear you. You’re right, this is a good way to meet people. Keep your eyes open. I’m sure that there’s someone here for you.”

You smiled up at the canopy again, “Thanks Jackson. It feels good to get that off my chest.”

“What are friends for?”

You lay next to each other in silence for what felt like hours. In reality, it was probably minutes.

You watched your chest rise and fall with your breath, the red of your ruffled swimsuit fluttering over it.

“What about you, Jack?”

“What about me, Y/N?”

You groaned. Must he be difficult? You sat up so you could look at him directly. Jackson did the same, looking over his shoulder at you, “Do you have any interest in anyone yet?”

Jackson looked away from you again. His gaze unfocused. You followed it out of habit and noticed that it was directed at the trio from before. Yeonjun was pouring sunscreen on Alex’s shoulders. Soobin was stretching. His muscles rippling under the dim light.

Jackson looked back at you. His features seemed to be devoid of any emotions.

“Not yet.”

It was maybe three in the afternoon when you finally listened to your stomach’s protests and pleas. After your conversation with Jackson, you had decided that both of you needed a little distracting so you suggested you both took a dip in the water.

The words had barely left your lips before he had ripped his shirt off in excitement. It was comical even. It was like he was waiting for any excuse to be shirtless and you didn’t blame him. You could tell that he worked extremely hard on his body and if you worked half as hard as he seemed to be working, you would probably strut around in next to nothing as well. Sadly, this was not your reality, so you shed your shorts self-consciously and folded them neatly on the mattress.

You had spent the next six-ish hours having Jackson teach you how to surf. He’d assured you that he was a fantastic surfer but as soon as he had gotten on the surfboard, he’d been toppled by the waves. Water ran into his nose and he insisted that he was better than he seemed to be and convinced you to just take his word and let him guide you.

To his surprise, only an hour into a lesson with him, you had surfed your first wave. Jackson had been shocked but ecstatic. He’d found a second surf board, or more so asked the staff to bring another one and challenged you to multiple races at sea.

You could feel the slight sunburn on your shoulders already and slightly under your eyes. You should have been more vigilant with your sunscreen. Luckily, you had remembered to bring some Aloe in case of an emergency and you reapplied the protectant to your body.

Now you sat in the cabana once again at the bar, this time with Jackson at your right. The crew had brought some local tacos for the bachelors to share. You had taken the tripe, and Jackson had taken some beef. He’d given you two of his and you had switched him for two of your own. You squeezed some lime and added some salt on your tacos as he watched in disgust.

“It’s good,” you argued, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Whatever you say.”

“Try it,” You urged.

“If I try it, then you have to try my protein shake.”

Horror filled you to the brim. You remembered from his season of the bachelorette the concoction of foods that he considered breakfast. It was packed full with apples, bananas, and spinach. Then he took it further and added broccoli and chicken. It looked stomach churning.

“Hell no. Eat your bland ass tacos. I’m happy knowing you’re missing out.”

Jackson laughed. Just like the morning, you could feel eyes on the back of your head. Farther down the bar, Jungkook was talking to Yumi. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail. She was absolutely adorable. A part of you that hadn’t yet let go of the idea of you and Jungkook got slightly unsettled, but the bigger part of you, the angry part, shrugged it off.

You could see, right before you turned back to your meal, that he was shooting glances at you. You took your Corona beer and bit one of the limes on your plate before taking a swig of the golden liquid. Beer wasn’t your favorite form of alcohol but you couldn’t fathom the idea of eating good tacos without a Corona. Either way, this one wasn’t too strong tasting and the lime made it taste that much better.

“Don’t look now but I think one Kim is looking at you,” Jackson said leaning in close to you. A thrill went through your body. If Jin was looking at you, maybe all hope was not lost.

“What do I do,” you asked, feeling a small amount of panic to run through your body.

“Well, don’t look for one-Y/N!”

It was involuntary. If someone told you not to do something, you had to do it. It was like a tick. So as soon as Jackson had said not to look, you jerked your head behind you, back to where you had seen him sitting with Holly, Taehyung and Kitty to see for yourself.

What you were met with was the back of the heads to Jin and Taehyung. They must have seen you turn and turned back to their…uh dates?

“Jackson, was it Jin or Taehyung who was looking at me,” you asked, realizing they had the same last name.

Jackson opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Soobin who sat on your left. Alex and Yeonjun sat next to him accordingly. You smiled up at the giant of a man.

“Hey Soobin! How has your day been so far?”

Soobin smiled brightly and turned towards you. His knees bumped yours because of the sheer length of him. You scooted back to accommodate him and he ducked his head, embarrassed.

“Hey Y/N, sorry, it was nice. I think I took a nap earlier and I got a pretty weird sunburn,” he said, and now that you looked at him, he was wearing a long sleeve shirt and the area around his neck was really red.

“Oh no… I got a little burned as well. Do you have some Aloe?”

Soobin ruffled his hair, “Yes. I packed some.”

“Oh alright. I was going to offer you mine.”

The conversation lulled then. You could hear people talking all around you. You looked over at Alex from next to Soobin. You smiled but she wouldn’t meet you in the eye. You frowned. She looked a little standoffish.

“Soobin,” you whispered so that he would lean in closer, “Is everything okay with Alex?”

Soobin’s eyes widened. He looked from you to Alex then back at you. Instantly, you could tell that whatever he said next was going to be a lie.

“She is a little sad that she didn’t get to uh... go on the date.”

Soobin scrunched his cute nose and shrugged his shoulders. You couldn’t be sure but based on what Yoongi told you, Alex had made it clear she didn’t want to go.

“Oh I see. Thanks for telling me.”

You turned back to your tacos, only to see that you were missing one. From your right, Jackson coughed and put a napkin to his mouth. You snapped your gaze to him and couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. In his hand was your missing taco which, unbeknown to him, was covered in lime, salt and green salsa.

The salas and lime oozed out of the back end of the tortilla. You watched him down a glass of water.

“This is what you get for being a thief.”

“I was still hungry!”

You rolled your eyes at your friend. Too distracted by the over dramatic gaging that Jackson was doing, you didn’t notice the tension in the Cabana.

It wasn’t until you heard a new female voice that you realized something was up.

“Hey guys,” Jackson’s eyes widened, looking somewhere over your shoulder. You looked over your shoulder. There, in the middle on the Cabana entrance stood none other than Marie. Her kinky hair was styled half up. She was wearing a sheer blue dress and in her manicured hands was a crème envelope.

The second date card had reared its ugly head.

Marie walked over to Jungkook first, hugging him and introducing herself. Instantly, the annoyingly cute act that you had become accustomed to on your season of the bachelor was present. She had been eliminated in a rose ceremony before you. She displayed the face of an angel at first, but as soon as your back was turned, it was all gossip. You had had a bad feeling from the beginning and when you had walked in on her speaking to another of the girls about how ‘fake’ you were, all your suspicions were confirmed.

She moved onto Yumi. Her bright blue, green eyes narrowed slightly. She was looking for ammunition. She talked to Yeonjun next. She was clearly interested in him right off the bat. She twirled a curl in her hands making brief conversation before she winked at him then moved onto Alex.

Alex seemed less than happy to be touched by Marie. She smiled awkwardly but Marie didn’t waste much time on her. She moved onto Soobin. Though instantly, you could see that he was far too tame for the wild child that was Marie and she seemed to notice it as well.

From Soobin, she took a detour and introduced herself to the table Taehyung and Jin were sitting at. The two boys stood and hugged her politely. Marie held on a little too long to both men. Holly and Kitty glared. You chuckled. Kitty really thought that she was the main runner on this show. Marie was ten times worse than that woman. The enemy of my enemy right?

Finally, Marie walked towards you, her smile faltering slightly. A slew of Camera men and producers had followed her into the Cabana. It was clear they were expecting something to happen. Most likely, they wanted to make sure they caught the interaction between you and her. You wouldn’t give the cameras the satisfaction.

“Y/N! I’m so glad to see you,” she said hugging you before you could protest. You patted her back.

“Marie, how have you been?’

“Swell,” she said, pulling away, “I’m so glad to be back here! It looks like we both got a second chance at love huh?”

“Right, I-”

But she wasn’t much more interested in you. She walked past you and hugged Jackson. Your heart sank. You could feel the eyes on you. Pitying.

You looked out into the sea of cameras and noticed Namjoon was behind one of the men. He had his clipboard and headset on. His eyes met yours instantly, what was meant to be a hiss and an apology escaping his lips. This was one curve ball he hadn’t told you about. You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him though. This must have been why he had rushed out of your room earlier that day. He didn’t trust himself to not tell you. You smiled a tight lip smile to signal you were fine. Tears welled in your eyes. The feeling of being ignored or unimportance filled you. You refused to cry. You were an adult. Adults didn’t cry.

“So guys,” Marie began and you swiveled your chair to look at her, now at the opposite end of the cabana, “I do have a date card here. Should I open it?”

A chorus of excited encouragement met her question. She preened at the attention. You struggled to not roll your eyes at her. She opened the envelope rather roughly. Another person who hadn’t gotten the memo that the envelope wasn’t glued shut. She ripped the card inside a little. She giggled at her own incompetence but pushed it aside. Slightly in front of you and to the left was Jackson, his shoulders erect and at attention. He was still not wearing a shirt and you could see Marie ogling his muscles.

“Marie, find a guy that suits your fancy and dress to impress. Your date leaves tonight.”

The riddle was obvious. It was a date where you had to wear something fancy. Possibly a dinner? Either way, it was sure to be amazing if the producers had anything to say about it.

“Who should I pick,” she asked rhetorically. The men in the cabana were all looking at her hopefully. All but one. Jungkook was practically hiding in his arms. He was trying to make himself as small as he possibly could.

“Jungkook,” Marie said, shocking everyone but yourself. Jungkook looked up from his self-made nest and looked up at Marie. There was a good six to eight feet between them but that seemed like it wasn’t enough. His eyes were open wide. Like a deer in headlights. A blush rose to his cheeks and he pointed to himself as if to confirm.

“Yes you silly,” Marie giggled, “would you go on this date with me?”

Silence. Disappointed silence followed her question. Everyone was looking at Jungkook expectantly. You couldn’t look at him, but you could tell he was looking at you.

“I…I guess?”

“Great,” Marie exclaimed, not noticing or caring about his hesitation, “see you tonight.”

Marie walked away then, a small crew of camera men followed her to the rooms. A couple other camera men and producers walked up to the contestants. Namjoon walked up to you. You could tell he felt guilty for not warning you this time around.

“Hey Y/N, we want to do a quick interview if you don’t mind. I also brought you some aloe for your sunburn and a replacement for your mic. You really need to take it off before you go into pools of water.”

“Maybe you guys should get waterproof mics,” you shot back but stood up and followed Namjoon. You looked back to see who else was getting pulled in for an interview. It was not surprising that Jungkook and Jackson were also flocked to. What you did find weird was that Jackson wasn’t looking at his producer. Instead, he was looking at yours.

You watched the two men exchange some strange looks before they both turned back to their jobs. That was undeniably weird.

You didn’t ask Namjoon. It was a brief enough look. It could have been anything. You let Namjoon and his camera man lead you closer to the ocean by a formation of pretty rocks. The waves crashed against them cinematically. Namjoon smiled.

“Here’s good Y/N. I’m just going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them as if they’re happening in real time. So like ‘I feel that…in this moment I am doing…’ that kind of thing. Got it?”

“Got it chief,” you saluted, instantly cringing at your own actions. There you went again. Why were you always so cringy when he was around? To his credit, Namjoon chuckled and saluted back.

“Fantastic. Okay. So…tell me who arrived and what you are doing while she does.”

You groaned. The interviews were the absolute worst.

“So I’m sitting with Jackson,” you said cautiously, thinking hard about the tense of your words, “and I’m laughing at him because he stole my taco and it has a lot of salsa in it so he’s gulping down water.” You paused again thinking.

“I guess because I am so focused on that, I don’t notice when a new girl comes in.

“Okay great, now tell me how that made you feel,” Namjoon pressed, writing something on his clipboard.

“Well… we all know how much she likes me… so I am not exactly ecstatic about her arrival but she’s here.”

Namjoon paused and looked at you. He winced at your words.

“I’m really sorry to hear that Y/N. Uh… what did-you-feel-when- she-asked-Jungkook-on the-date?”

This last question, he seemed to spit out. He said it so fast that it almost was incoherent. You blinked at him but then it clicked.

“Oh um…I feel nothing really. I’m here for another chance at love and it’s not with Jungkook. He deserves that second chance as well. If it’s with a girl he’s already dated then so be it. But that’s not me.”

Namjoon let a sigh escape his lips. A small smile on his face.

“Okay well, last question. You and Jackson? Is that a thing or…”

“Me and Jackson are just friends.”

“Okay that should tie that up. Thank you, Y/N. Chris,” Namjoon now directed himself at the camera man, “You’re dismissed. I’m just going to mic her again and I’ll be back in a bit.”

Chris nodded and turned his camera off. When he was a decent distance away, Namjoon looked back at you.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t say anything Y/N. I had no way to say something without someone knowing. Can you turn around?”

You complied, “Is it okay if I pull your shirt up a little?”

“Uh yeah,” you said, holding your chest so it didn’t move too much.

“It’s not your fault. I’m sure you would have told me if you could or something. Careful, this is a swim suit. I’m not wearing anything under the top, Namjoon.”

“Wait what?” As if burned, he let go of your bikini top. It plopped against your skin heavily.

“Ow dude that hurt!”

“I’m so sorry,” he said instantly, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just trying to switch your mic. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m fine, you’re fine. Just switch it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Namjoon tentatively grabbed the edge of your top again and shimmied it up your torso. You felt his hands cautiously take the short circuited mic from the little compartment in the skin color band he’d helped you in that morning. His fingertips grazed your skin.

“How’s it looking boss?”

“I’m not the boss of you Y/N,” Namjoon said, “I’m just your handler.”

“I know Namjoon. Is my sunburn really obvious?”

Namjoon didn’t say anything. You felt him slip the new mic in the pouch and then flip the on switch. He fiddled with the knob of the volume for a second before he pulled your top over the tan band.

“Say something.”

“Namjoon is my handler and not my boss,” you laughed. You turned to look at him and noticed the blush in his cheeks. You’d missed him today. Maybe you would break more mics just to talk to him.

“Okay that should be good. Here,” he held out a blue, cold bottle of gel, “put this on. You’re starting to look a little past sunkissed.”

“Yes sir,” you said, eagerly taking the bottle of what you knew was aloe. You squeezed a small amount and plopped it on your shoulder. The cooling sensation was instant. Relief swept through you.

“Can you put it on my face? I can’t see where I need it,” you said holding it out to him as you rubbed it into your neck.

“Yeah, sure.”

Namjoon placed his clipboard between his legs then squirted a little lotion on his enormous hand. Your eyes widened as he took a single long finger and dipped it in the blob in his wide palm.

“Namjoon, your hands are huge,” you said.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, “maybe your hands are small. Did you think of that Y/N?” With the most careful touch he could muster, he evenly placed the cooling gel under your eyes and on the tip of your nose. He gently massaged it in. You closed your eyes enjoying the sensation. That is until he booped your nose.

“Hey!”

“Sorry I couldn't help it. You have a boopable nose.”

“Okay yeah whatever. Do I need some anywhere else?” you asked, turning so he could look at you. His eyes raked your body methodically, as if scanning.

“You look okay for now. Just keep putting sunscreen on and put more of this lotion on at night after your shower. I’ll leave it in your room okay?”

“I already have some in my room,” you pointed out.

“This one was in the fridge. It’s much more effective.”

“Fine. Take it to my room but it’s going to be not cold by the time I get there.”

Namjoon and yourself started to walk back to the cabana where people were still eating. Jackson and Jungkook seemed to be done with their interviews as well as they were back to their old seats.

“You underestimate me,” Namjoon feigned hurt, placing a hand over his heart, “just trust me.”

“I do. You might be number one of two people I trust at this moment.”

Marie was also back. She had taken Yumi’s seat at the bar, a long island iced tea in her perfect hands. She was laughing at whatever Jungkook had just said. Jungkook seemed a little less surprised now. He smiled kindly at her, not even glancing in your direction. You felt a little hurt. Maybe he wasn’t there for you. As you said your goodbye to Namjoon, you returned to your seat near Jackson. He looked downcast.

“Hey, did I miss anything?”

Jackson was looking at Marie and Jungkook. He swirled a finger in a green drink that you couldn’t identify.

“Maybe.”

You spent the next hour and a half taking a shower, doing a treatment on your hair, drying it, then straightening and curling it. The sun had not been kind to your hair over the last two days and in all honesty, you weren’t helping it but you couldn’t help trying to fix it. Your hair had a history of being unruly and frizzy. You wanted to tame it as much as you could.

You applied a thick layer of sunscreen on your body before changing into a weaved, tie-dyed navy blue dress and some brown sandals. Your hair was half up with some wispy hairs surrounding your face. When you were done, it was around five thirty. You waited in your room for a little longer, needing a small reprieve from people and cameras, at least physical cameras. You looked through your phone. Messaged your family that everything was okay then scrolled through social media. You were starting to doze off.

A knock at your door startled you awake. You checked your phone and realized that it was almost seven then. For a second, you thought you imagined the knocks but there they were again. You swung your legs off your bed. It must be Namjoon. He was the only one who knew which room was yours. Maybe he was dropping off the gel for sunburns. Regardless, you welcomed the idea of seeing him so you hurried over to the door and pulled it open without inquiring.

“Hey Nam- Jungkook?”

Alas, it was Jungkook who was behind your door, patiently waiting for you to open. He was dressed for his date already. He was wearing an obviously soft white button up with crystal buttons. The top two were left open. His muscular chest peaked out at you. His smart jacket was left open and was boxy. Stripes of darker black ran up his arms, one rested on the door frame, the other in the pocket of his black wide leg slacks. He seemed to be a little taller as well, unless you hadn’t noticed your height difference before then, but that seemed unlikely. He shifted his weight, his pants riding up slightly, and you noticed that his dress shoes had a slight lift.

A strand of wavy hair fell into his eyes. Fear was evident in them but also was that hope you saw?

“Yeah, hi,” he said, sticking his other hand in his pocket as well, then quickly thinking better of it and hiding both hands behind his body. You waited as he fidgeted for a bit longer. He was obviously nervous.

“Y/N,” you said as if to introduce yourself, “I was on your season of the bachelor.”

Jungkook blushed, his tattooed hand running through his hair to distract himself from your words.

“I knew that,” he assured, still not meeting your eyes.

“Well, if you say so, but you haven’t said my name once since you arrived here. I’m starting to think that you can’t physically say my name,” you joked. Behind him, you could see that a camera man had followed him. He must have told them something.

When he said nothing, you spoke again, “I don’t know if you’re looking for Marie but this is the wrong room.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, “Oh no! I came to find you.”

“Uh, why?”

You crossed your arms, genuinely confused. The card that Marie had read hadn’t been specific enough to tell the time but judging by Jungkook’s attire it was soon. So why was he here instead of with his date?

“I was waiting for you to come back to the cabana but you never did- to talk to you!- and so I went to get ready but I just really wanted to clear the air before…well before I went. Tell you why I’m going.”

“Jungkook, you don’t owe me an explanation for why you are going on another date.”

Jungkook looked taken aback, he scratched his nose. You could tell that he was hot in his outfit. His forehead was starting to sweat.

“I feel like I do,” he admitted, looking over your shoulder.

“Oh um, do you want to come in?” You stepped aside but Jungkook didn’t walk in.

“I just came to say that…I came here for you.”

Your heart stopped. You suddenly felt tiny and far away.

“When they offered me the spot here, in Paradise, I was going to turn it down but when they mentioned that you would be here…” he paused then took a deep breath as if it was hard for him to say, “When they said to me ‘Y/N is going to be there’ I didn’t hesitate.”

Suddenly, you didn’t know how to stand. You fidgeted with your dress, balling and unbaling your hands in the thin fabric.

“I needed to see you and while I realize that right now isn’t the right time to talk about all of this, I just want you to know…the first date card that I get, I will use it on you.”

Silence rang through your small room. Your heart was racing. You felt your mouth open and close but no words were leaving your mouth. Your brain had gone fuzzy. You didn’t know how to feel. What were you supposed to say?

Jungkook seemed to be waiting for you to say something, anything, but after a minute or so of you acting like a goldfish, he sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“I hope you will consider it Y/N,” he stressed, “have a nice night.”

And with that, he and the cameraman were gone.

It wasn’t a surprise to you that Namjoon showed up not too long after that incident with the same camera man from before. Your door was open wide and you were sitting on your bed. You were blank. All emotions seemed to have left you. You felt nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Maybe it would scare you if you could feel anything at all.

Namjoon knocked on the door tentatively, even though he could have walked in if he wanted to. In normal circumstances, you would have thought this was sweet of him.

“Y/N? Is it okay to come in?” He peeked his head around the corner. When his eyes landed on you, genuine concern shot through him.

“Chris, can you give me a minute to talk to her?”

You weren’t paying enough attention but Namjoon walked in cautiously and quickly looking around the room. In a matter of seconds, he had covered the multiple cameras that were hidden around the small space. He kneeled down before you. His legs spread so that your legs were between his own. He looked up at you, his big brown eyes scared and sad.

He raised his hands so that you could see them and you could, but you didn’t react. His hands were up like a stick up by his head. A question in his eyes. When you didn’t move, he began to lower his hands slowly. He placed them both on your knees. The sensation instantly grounding you from whatever place you had been floating.

“Namjoon I-”

Quickly, he held up a finger to your lips then pointed at his head set. You understood. They could hear you. Namjoon looked at your phone, which sat next to your body innocently. He grabbed it then held it up for you to unlock.

You took it from his hands and did as he implied, then handed it back to him. Quickly, he typed then held it up for you to read. His hand not holding the phone went back to your knee.

I wanted to check in on you before we interviewed. Are you okay?

You looked down at him. He raised an eyebrow as if to punctuate his text. You nodded. Air seemed fresher all of a sudden. You could feel your heart beating in your chest. Instead of a blank mind, it was once again buzzing. You touched your chest over your heart with your right hand. The thumping was confirmation. You were ok. Why had you reacted that way to Jungkook’s confession?

Namjoon watched you carefully. His eyes scanned you from head to toe. He squeezed your knee and it was then that you realized that he was touching you once again. Just like the last time, his touch was comforting to you. His warmth engulfed you.

I’m okay. Let’s get this over with.

You typed. You hesitated.

Thank you for checking on me…you’re a good friend.

You handed the phone back to him so he could read. He removed his hands from your clothed knees and read what you’d written. His lips stretched over his teeth, his dimples making an appearance. You felt your whole body buzz. You liked to be the cause of his smile. He must have read it over a couple of times, his smile kept growing.

He finally looked up at you. His white teeth showing- were they always this perfect?- his eyes sparkling. He winked at you then gave your knee one last squeeze before he stood up, uncovered the cameras and walked out to get the camera man.

You tried your best to pull yourself together, ruffling your hair slightly, then self-consciously combing it so it was flat to your head.

When Namjoon walked in, he was all professional. Any hints of the small moment you had shared before was hidden but not gone. He winked at you once more. A silent reminder that he had your back and even though the camera was around, you felt at ease.

The interview was quick and painless. You realized that if you pretended that you were talking to Namjoon instead of a camera, then it was much easier to get your feelings across. When you were done, Chris and Namjoon left together with a small bow and you felt much more ready to face the group.

You walked towards the cabana only to find that no one was there. You could hear voices in the distance. You followed the sounds of laughter. They were again by the pool and the jacuzzi. The sun was already setting. People were sitting around the pool and on chairs. Everyone seemed happy. Excited. You wished it could stay this way. But you had seen this show before. You knew it wouldn’t last. You were happy that you could enjoy it while it lasted.

Jackson was the first one to notice you. His shirt was off. You weren’t even surprised. He was dripping wet. Droplets of water slithered down his body and in the crevices of defined muscle. He smiled at you.

“Ayeee, Y/L/N! Where have you been?”

Jackson bounded up to you, his wet hair bouncing on his head as he ran closer to you. On instinct, you help your hands out to stop him short. He bumped right into your outstretched palm, his arms open as if he was going to give you a hug.

“No, no. I showered. I’m sunburned. I do not want you to get me wet.”

“How did you know I was going to do that,” he pouted.

“Instinct,” you shrugged, side stepping him. He followed you up to where the rest of the group was. Kitty and Holly were both in skimpy bikinis in the pool with Taehyung, who had also forgone his shirt. He wasn’t defined like Jackson, but you wouldn’t say that he was hard to look at. His hair was plastered to his head.

Jin was wearing the same swim trunks from earlier but he had changed into a more comfortable looking t-shirt. He was only dipping his feet and Holly was hovering around him. He wouldn’t look at you. Yumi was sitting a little bit away from him, looking like she wanted to talk to him, but the shark in the pool seemed to stop her.

Hoseok and Jimin were chilling in the hot tub. Both shirtless. Both, strangled tones. Under the blue light and slight bubbles, you could make out a tattoo on Jimin’s torso. Words of some sort that you couldn’t read. To your surprise, Alex was sitting in the hot tub with the two boys. Her head barely sticking out of the water. She might have even been floating because the hot tub was a little too deep. She also wouldn’t look at you.

Briefly, you remembered what Soobin had said to you about her being upset at not going on the date with Yoongi. Had she actually wanted to go and you and Yoongi misunderstood?

Soobin and Yeonjun were sitting at the shallow end of the pool sipping on beers and chatting. You hadn’t seen Yeonjun talk to anyone in the villa so far and he was highly attractive. Maybe he was waiting for someone specific. If he was lucky, over the course of the week, that person might arrive.

“Hey guys,” you said shyly, quickly realizing that you were off on the wrong foot with more people than you would have liked.

Yumi smiled and you thought of that as a safe invitation to sit next to her. You would give Alex some room and hopefully she would talk to you when she felt ready. Yumi’s smile brightened. You crossed your legs, making sure that your dress covered you up.

“Where have you been Y/N,” Taehyung said, swimming closer to you. Kitty wasn’t far behind.

“Yeah, we all totally missed you,” she said, a fake smile on her freckled face.

“I wanted to shower. I was covered in sand from surfing with Jackson all day,” you said with a light chuckle.

The aforementioned man chose that moment to cannon ball into the pool. A wave of water instantly covered you from your lap to your stomach. Shock was your first reaction. Indignation the second.

“Jackson!”

You looked over at Yumi, who had been wearing some cute jean shorts and a white top, and were horrified to see that she too had gotten soaked. From across the pool, you could hear Jin’s squeaky laugh and Holly’s ironically silent one. You glared at Jin but he only shrugged finally meeting your eyes. Maybe this would be punishment enough for you in his eyes. The day hadn’t been an easy one. What with Marie showing up, your brief lack of feeling and your weird habit of being completely soaked when you didn’t want to be. Did twice warrant a habit?

When Jackson surfaced and saw what he had done, saw the fire in your eyes, he cowered before he burst out laughing. He swam closer to you.

“Sorry Y/L/N,” he said hanging on the pool edge, “I swear I didn’t mean to get you wet I swear.”

You growled at him but before you could snap at him again, Taehyung’s hands were on your wet legs. Unlike Namjoon’s touch, Taehyung’s made you unsure and tense. Especially when Kitty was so close. He squeezed your calf softly. Your eyes snapped to him. His expression was sultry, his hair slightly wavy.

“You might as well come in. Your dress is already wet.” He picked at the seam as if to make his point. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth innocently. It was so easy to be pulled into Taehyung’s bubble. It was smooth and dark. He made you feel like you were alone even when the room was full. Like a siren on sailors, he lured you in with his smooth voice and good looks and what came next, you weren’t sure.

“I-I can’t break another mic. Namjoon would kill me,” you said pointedly.

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

“They have like millions of mics. Come on,” he tapped the surface of the water, “It’s warm.”

“I can’t swim,” you lied, as if this would save you but you had gone into the ocean earlier and on a date where you needed to swim on the bachelor so no one was believing you.

Taehyung clearly knew this. His head tilted as if to say “Seriously?”

“I’ll protect you Y/N. I promise,” he found your ankles and gently unfolded your legs, pulling your feet, sandals and all into the illuminated pool. He was right. The water was warm from the day and the blue tint of the light was so inviting. Chlorine stung your nostrils and you could almost hear Namjoon’s exasperation at having to replace your mic twice in one day, but you let him pull you forward.

Yumi put a hand on your shoulder but your eyes were locked on Taehyung’s. He was temptation. He was the devil incarnate. He was lust like you hadn’t ever felt before.

“Get a room,” someone yelled, and only this broke your spell.

You looked around for the source and realized it had been Jimin. He had a wide smile on his plush lips. He giggled when you looked at him, his eyes squinting prettily.

“Be cool Min,” Taehyung chastised, caressing your calf. You could see Kitty fuming. She was watching the way that Taehyung was touching you. You wondered if he did this to her as well.

“You’re eye fucking her in public. Why don’t you be cool,” Jimin asked, stepping out of the hot tub and slithering into the pool. He shivered as the much cooler water touched his smooth skin. He swam over to you two, accidentally pushing the brunette girl away.

“Am not,” Taehyung argued, “Right Y/N?”

Both men looked up at you expectantly. You shook your head.

“I guess not.”

“See? Settled. Come one Y/N. Jump in the pool,” Taehyung pressured.

Like a switch, Jimin looked up at you.

“It’s nice and warm,” he singsonged.

“Come on Y/L/N, don’t be a weenie,” Jackson added. Your eyes widened. Jackson too?

You looked at Yumi, confusion on your face. Yumi blinked back at you, her pretty face nearly as confused as yours.

“What do you think, Yumi? Should I jump in?”

A chorus of your name began to go around the small group of people. Mostly the men save for Jin chanted it over and over.

“Do you want to?” She asked, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly.

“I’ll do it if you do it,” I bargained as the chanting became louder, “This way, at least my producer won’t be the only one upset.” Yumi chuckled, “Okay let’s do it.”

At Yumi’s proclamation the men cheered as if their favorite team had scored. Yumi stood and helped you up. She was such a gentle person. You wished you had talked to her sooner.

She held out her hand for you to take.

“Move out of the way,” You warned. They left you some leeway and you and Yumi gave yourself some room.

“On three?” She asked.

“Okay,” you agreed.

You counted down together, then on three ran towards the pool. You were submerged in seconds. The water pressed against your skin. When you came up, you were instantly pulled onto someone.

Your hand was torn from Yumi’s and your body pulled away. On instinct, you wrapped your legs around the person’s torso. You came face to face with none other than Kim Taehyung and his smug, triumphant smile.

“Hey there gorgeous,” he whispered, knowing that no one could hear. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest at his proximity. Memories of the day before plagued you. This time though, there were way more people around.

“Look who’s back,” Hoseok yelled. Grateful for the excuse to look away from Taehyung, you looked around wondering if Jungkook and Marie had come back early even though that didn’t make any logical sense.

Instead, you were met with the sight of a really smiley Julie and a softly smiling Yoongi. Their hands interlocked. They were casually walking closer to the group. Jackson wolf whistled and Hoseok clapped as they neared.

“Do I see a smile on your face, hyung?” Jimin yelled teasingly. From the short distance, you could see him roll his eyes.

“You have no respect, Park Jimin,” he yelled back but his smile only grew.

He was wearing a pair of black shorts and a nice summery blue shirt with some sandals. Julie was wearing a cute ruffled top and some high waisted shorts. Just by their outfits, you couldn’t tell what they had done. You were impatient to know. They seemed to have had fun on their date.

“How was the date,” Yumi asked as they finally neared enough to not have to yell. Julie smiled brightly at her and pulled her shoes off so she could dangle them in the pool. When she noticed that Yumi and yourself were fully clothed, she squinted but didn’t ask.

“Careful,” you warned, “That’s how we got pulled into the pool.”

It was when she raised an eyebrow at you that you realized what a compromising position you were in. You quickly unwrapped your legs from Taehyung’s torso and stood on your ruined shoes. You tried to get away but Taehyung followed and wrapped his arms around your waist. His torso to your back and his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“Yeah well, it was great! Yoongi and I took a bachata class and then we got to go explore the city,” she gushed as Yoongi took his own shoes off and sat down next to Julie with a groan.

“Wow hyung you danced,” Hoseok asked, also switching to the pool unceremoniously to better listen.

“Yes. I danced, is that so hard to believe?”

“Well it took six alarms to wake you up this morning and the last time I saw you do any real work outs you napped after five minutes so…”

Yoongi splashed water at his friend, a chuckle escaping his baby lips. Yoongi was unbelievably cute, you thought, and he seemed to be into Julie, or at the very least, the date.

“He was actually really good,” Julie laughed, “I was the one struggling to be honest.”

Yoongi smiled gratefully at her and placed a hand on her thigh. Julie placed her own hand on his and entwined their fingers. Just like that, you watched the first couple in paradise form.

It was midnight before Jungkook and Marie were back at the villa. It was a general consensus that you would all wait for them to return to inquire about their date and also to see if two couples were formed that day. Your hands were pruny, and your body felt heavy from being in the water for so long, but Taehyung refused to let you leave. So your dress floated around you ethereally.

He’d managed to pull you closer to Jin and Holly who seemed less than bothered with your existence. Kitty had given up trying to get his attention for the night and was now chatting up Yeonjun on the other end of the pool. Jin and Taehyung were having pleasant conversation, but when you tried to answer, Jin only looked at you, then changed the subject. At this point, you weren’t sure if he was punishing you for the morning, or for the way that you were being held.

Namjoon hadn’t come around to fix your mic either. You assumed that there was no need since you were still in the water.

When Jungkook and Marie showed up, it was both a sigh of relief and an added tension. He had poured his heart out to you and he was coming back to the sight of you in the arms of another man. Guilt ripped through you. You tried once again to get Taehyung to let you go but he tightened his hold and buried his head in your neck.

“Hey Kook! How was the date,” he called out as they neared the pool. Marie was smiling widely, her A- line dress fluttered in the wind. Jungkook was also smiling. His hand was clasped firmly in Marie’s hand. You didn’t expect it, but his smile and affection felt like a punch to the gut.

He looked over to you guys and his smile flattened when his eyes landed on the way that Taehyung was holding you.

“Uh yeah. Good date. We had dinner,” he explained.

“It was amazing,” Marie confirmed, “We had a table on a glass, water covered floor. There were fish swimming under us as we ate. And the food,” she gasped clutching at her chest as if it physically hurt her, “it was prepared by a five star chef.”

“Sounds like you guys hit it off,” Taehyung encouraged.

“I think so,” Marie giggled, nuzzling her nose against Jungkook’s cheek. He didn’t stop her. He smiled brightly, pulling his eyes from you and shrugging his shoulders in embarrassment.

“Looks like we have two couples set up in paradise then,” Yeonjun said wisely.

“Looks like it,” Taehyung agreed. If you would have looked at him, you would have seen a satisfied smirk on his face.

Taehyung sat in front of the camera comfortably. His face expressionless, waiting for Namjoon to begin the interview. He’d done many of these before and he knew exactly what he needed to say. He’d learned from his first show and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake. He wouldn’t let himself be hurt that way ever again.

It was a couple of minutes before Namjoon held up his clipboard and pushed up his glasses on his nose. There was a weird tension that Taehyung couldn’t put his finger on but he didn’t read into it.

Namjoon cleared his throat.

“Okay Taehyung, I just have a couple of questions and then you can go to sleep. That okay?”

“Sure hyung,” Taehyung answered instantly, smiling sweetly at his elder.

“Okay, roll the camera Chris,” he said. Chris nodded then held up a thumb to signal he was ready.

“Okay. How do you feel about the two couples in Paradise so far?”

“Julie and Yoongi hyung seem like a nice couple. I knew when I saw them leave that they would fit nicely together. As for Jungkook and Marie…” he paused, not sure what he wanted to reveal just yet, “they seem okay, but if Kook didn’t like her before, I don’t see why he would like her now. He eliminated her from his season for a reason.”

Namjoon nodded.

“Honestly though, I hope she keeps him for a while. I like being able to mess around with Y/N.”

Namjoon looked up sharply, his expression gave nothing away but Taehyung felt that tension again. Where was it coming from?

“What about Kitty?”

Taehyung laughed, “She’s fun to mess around with as well.”

“So, you haven’t decided on a girl then.” Namjoon tried to clarify.

“It’s the second day hyung! I have six weeks to figure it out and this time, I’m not going to get hurt. I can promise you that.”

Namjoon wrote something on his clipboard then, without looking up, he asked the last question.

“You think that both women like you?” His voice was strained but Taehyung chalked it up to having worked all day. Namjoon seemed tired. He felt a little sorry for him. Late nights and early mornings. Not the best job in the world.

“What’s not to like?” he asked cockily, his mouth pulled into a devilish smirk. He chuckled, then winked at the camera.

Namjoon patted Chris on the shoulder and the camera was off. Taehyung smiled at his hyung and though Namjoon returned it, it felt stressed. Or forced. Again, he chalked it up to his exhaustion. He bowed politely.

“Is that all, Namjoon hyung?”

“Yeah Taehyung. Have a nice rest.” Namjoon didn’t look at him. He walked over to a Styrofoam cooler and placed the paper he had been writing on, on top, then taped it so it would stay. He found it weird but he didn’t question. Taehyung bowed once again, the tension thickening before he walked out of the recording room and towards his bed room.

Things were going to be different this time. Taehyung would make sure of it. Even if he had to be the one doing the hurting.

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Hot Zone (Chapter 1)

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Chapter 1

When you took a job on a remote ocean island, miles away from civilization and creature comforts, on some compound packed with jarheads you never expected to find a man that you would remotely find interesting. But you were so wrong, and your prejudice was put right in its place. This is where you met Namjoon. Staff Sergeant Kim Namjoon.

You had come to work at the military base as a translator for various activities, including for P.O.W.’s and their trials. You spent most of your work time tucked away in offices, transcribing documents and recordings, and the rest of the time acting as an in between for lawyers and state officials. The work was important, rewarding, and intellectually stimulating. But the most stimulating part of the job came whenever your duties crossed with the tall, lean, dimpled (and single) sergeant. It was instant chemistry between the two of you, that even those in the room noticed it. Their non-existent filters made sure you knew that they knew about the attraction that existed between the two of you. But – fraternization was forbidden, so despite the blushes, the innuendos, the flirting and the “accidental” touches, you two spent months in a back and forth of unanswered lust. That is, until tonight.

Tonight was a night off – for both of you. Tonight, you pulled on your light, slinky dress that exposed too much of your legs, your breasts and your skin. It was partially an attempt to keep cool in the suffocating, humid heat, but the other part was to make sure that he noticed you.

When you arrived at the local cabana, miles away from base, he was already their, surrounded by a litter of his comrades. He wore a light, cotton shirt unbuttoned dangerously low to expose just a hint of his strong chest, glistening in a sheen of humidity and sweat. His eyes locked on you the moment you walked onto the patio, and they never left you as you made your way to the bartender to order a drink.

He waved to you, ushering you and your colleague to join him at his table. He asked the neighbouring table to borrow their empty chair which he pulled up next to him, insisting that’s where you would sit for the night.

Hours later, after the table was covered in empty bottles of beer, the air thick with smoke from the cigars of the soldiers, after the back of your dress was marked in sweat from where you had leaned against the seat – that’s when he finally – fucking finally – reached down and placed his large hand above your knee. He looked at you, a glint in his eye, knowing that it was what you and he had both wanted all along. It was a glint that said you looked so sexy under the dim cabana lights; that he wanted you so bad; that he was ready tonight to take you somewhere. With a smirk, you let him know that you too were tired of waiting and were ready for this to happen.

When the crowd had cleared, and his comrades had winked at the two of you as they left, he took you by the hand and led you down a path towards a local motel. It wasn’t much, one could hardly call it rustic as the wood panelled walls had become so warped that if you looked closely enough, you could see the dusty street below between the cracks – but you didn’t really care if you had an audience. This moment had been building for so long you thought you’d combust before the end of your tour.

Inside, he walked you back, slowly, until you hit the wall and you had no where else to go. His hands on your waist, and your hands on his biceps, he dipped his head down and laved his tongue over your collarbone.

“Salty,” he whispered as he licked his lips, before he ducked down again and began to suck at the flesh of your neck.

“Mmm,” you let out as you savoured the feel of his lips, his teeth pulling at your flesh.

“I’ve wanted you for so god damn long,” he murmured into your skin. He reached up an dragged your long hair off your shoulder so he could access more of you. He slipped a long finger underneath the strap of your dress, pulling it softly down off your shoulder then placed a kiss where the fabric once was. Despite being sticky from the heat of the night, you shivered at the feeling as if you had just been dropped into a tub of ice.

“I’ve wanted you too,” you nibbled on his earlobe and he made a delicious sound as you did. With one fallow swoop, he reached his hands beneath your ass, gripping your cheeks tightly as he pulled you up onto his hips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck, anchoring yourself to his strong body as he began to roll his hips into you. The friction was much welcome, and you found yourself panting as if he was fucking you already, but he wasn’t. You hadn’t even kissed yet, in fact. You decided to change that. Dipping your head, you caught his lips. His plush, soft lips. He too tasted like salt. He kissed you back, firm, hot, wet, parting his lips so he could breathe in your breaths. You took his lower lip between your teeth and pulled, releasing it to let it bounce back into place. He keened as you did, then lurched forward to catch your lips again, this time diving his tongue into your mouth. You pressed yours against his, and the muscles began to fold themselves over and over each other again and again. The kiss began to heat up, and you found yourself gasping for air between pauses, but still so hungry for more that you couldn’t stop. Namjoon’s hips began to roll harder and harder against yours, and your pants came to more resemble whines the more his body teased you.

You were ready to beg him to fuck you or curse him for not fucking you yet when he roughly swung you over onto the small table that sat next to the wall. He reached both hands up under your skirt and found the waistband of your panties. He dragged them, slowly, off your hips, then over your thighs, then passed your calves, then over your ankles until he discarded the fabric to the floor. Gripping a hold of both your ankles, he hoisted your feet onto the table, making sure you were spread out before him. He watched your face as he did – honestly, you had never felt so desired or so sexy as you did now - watching him watching you. He dragged his palms up the back of your calves, over your knees, along your inner thighs as he took the hem of your dress with them, exposing your throbbing, dripping core to him and the elements. He then wrapped your legs under his arms, pulling you into just the right position before he dropped his face to your junction.

“Oh, God!” you cried out as his tongue laved a long line up the length of your folds. He licked you again, then again and your nails dug into the wood of the table. He then buried his nose against your clit, rubbing his face into you and creating the most delightful sensation. You could feel the arousal begin to drip from you, but like a champion, he licked it up as if he was possessed by the taste of you. He dropped one of your legs over his shoulder, and brought his hand to your core, splitting your folds and letting his lips find your clit. He sucked, hard, the nub into his mouth. Your head bent to the sky and you cried out his name as he did. Loving the sounds you made, he did it again, then again, slipping a finger inside you as he did, curling his knuckle over your ridge to find that sweet spot inside you.

“Dammit, Namjoon!” you reached out and curled your fingers through his hair as he mercilessly fucked you with his mouth and hand.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he mummed into your folds.

“I want you to fuck me, please,” you begged him before you could hold the words back. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”

With that, he pulled himself from your centre and grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you off the table. With a snap of his wrist, he spun you around and your palms crashed against the wood surface.

“Don’t be afraid to play rough,” you said back to him. You didn’t want him to hold back at all. You wanted him to play out his carnal desire for you. You wanted to satiate your carnal desire for him.

“Fuck, I knew I liked you,” he graveled into your ear as he gripped a fist full of your hair. He pressed forward, slowly, forcing your face down onto the table while the other brought the hem of your dress up over your waist.

“Ughh,” you cried out in pleasure as you felt the smack of his hand clap over the skin of your bare ass.

“You like that, baby?” he patronized you, before a second smack had you calling out “yes!”

“Please, baby,” you whined. You wanted him inside you so fucking bad. You didn’t want to wait anymore. He brought his dick to your dripping slit, rubbing his cock along your length, soaking himself in your juices before he fucking finally brought his tip to your entrance. You froze, afraid that if you moved, he might not enter you – but he did. You felt his tip press against your folds, then sink an inch down your chamber. Your insides convulsed as he did it, clamping around his cock even though you wanted him deep in you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned as the sensation teased him all too much. He rolled his hips again, pressing further inside you and your mouth dropped open. Then again, he pushed, until finally he bottomed out and his dick was buried deep within your gut. He froze, holding tight onto your hips. You wished you could see his face because you were sure by the noise he made that he was already fucked out from just being inside you.

Your brows furrowed and you bit your lip as you savoured the burn of him stretching out your insides. You pressed your hips back into him, encouraging him to move and the pleasure came almost instantly.

“Oh, baby,” he bucked his hips when you did. But he got the message. He pulled out of you and then pushed himself back in, then out, then in finding his positioning and finding his rhythm.

“Harder,” you called back when he did. He complied… snapping his hips harder, faster into you that the table legs began to pound with each of his thrusts into you. A heavy hand slid its way up your back and rested at the base of your neck. You reached back with one hand, trying to grab a hold of him in anyway you could. He gripped a hold of your wrist, holding your arm behind you as he picked up the pace even more. You were trapped between him and the table – completely at his mercy as his ruthless onslaught continued. Your cries muffled the wet, clapping sounds that echoed through the tiny room; your inners began to heat up as your orgasm began to build; and, your legs began to quiver as they battled to hold you up. You were moments from coming, so you let him know, and that’s when the bastard pulled out of you, leaving you on the edge and a heaving, sweaty mess. You felt his chest lean against your back as he lowered himself so he could whisper in your ear…

“You didn’t think it would be over so soon, did you?”

Minutes later, you found yourself finally naked and face to face with Namjoon as he hovered over your body, taking a handful of your breast into his palm. He laved his tongue over your nipple, then pulled on it with his teeth, stiffening the peak to attention. You moaned, and your back arched into his grasp.

“I’ve fucking dreamed about these tits,” he said as he took the second one into his hand. “Dammit, why haven’t we done this before?”

You couldn’t answer, save for another pathetic whimper as his tongue began to assault your second nipple. His hips had yours pinned, and your body tried to shuffle to entice him or to find some much-needed friction, but his weight was too much, and he knew it.

“Please, Joon,” you begged. “Please let me come.”

A wicked grin spread across his face which was currently buried in the valley between your breasts.

“Patience, baby.”

“Haven’t we been patient enough?” you nearly cried. He chuckled. But it was enough to entice him. He pulled back, releasing your body which you promptly wrapped around him, positioning his cock right over your womanhood. You reached down between your bodies and took his shaft in your hand and guided it to your entrance. Namjoon looked down and watched as you did and continued watching as he rolled forward and his cock disappeared inside you.

He then pulled out of you slowly… too fucking slow… then slammed himself back into you, stealing your breath. Then he pulled out once again, slowly, just so he could watch you squirm before he snapped his hips and you felt him in your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut as you reached beside your head and twisted your fists through the pillowcase. He pounded you again, and you cried, but he didn’t pull out of you this time.

“Eyes on me,” he said. He wanted you to watch him fuck you.

“I can’t,” you whimpered, but he pressed himself further into you, his pelvis catching your clit which sprung your eyes open and sent your jaw dropping.

“Right there. Eyes on me, baby,” he taunted you as he pulled out slowly again then slapped himself back into you. You did as you were told, holding his gaze even though your eyes wanted to roll back into your head.

Eventually, he became tired of his own game. He needed more, wanted more, wanted to come, wanted you. His hips began to thrust hard, fast and his sweat dripped down over your body as he fucked you so good. The coil inside you began to tighten and sear as he edged you on to your climax once again.

“I… I… I’m gonna… come,” you shrieked in between his unyielding thrusts.

“I can’t wait to see you come,” was all he said back as he pounded you through to the home stretch. Within moments, your orgasm hit you. Your eyes became clouded by colours, your muscles pulled taunt and you stopped breathing, until you toppled off the ledge.

“Ohhhhh!” you cried, and your walls spasmed around his still thrusting cock.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N,” he moaned out as he pumped into you, chasing his own release.

When it was all over, Namjoon toppled onto the mattress beside you. You both lay there, a panting, sweating, fucked out mess as you tried to catch both your breath and your bearings.

“Wow,” Namjoon said, breaking the silence. “That was fucking awesome.”

“Oh my God,” you panted back. “It really was.”

He laughed. Then you laughed. Then he rolled over and pulled you close to him.

“Let’s do it again.”

You fucked all night – it had been years, if ever, that you had such a voracious lover. In the morning you woke up exhausted, sore, pleased but you gladly fucked him again before noon – then again before it was time to pack up and return to base.

“I don’t want to go,” Namjoon whined as he pressed his lips into your shoulder blade. “I wish we could stay a little longer.” You leaned your head back onto his shoulder and closed your eyes as he began to mouth at your neck.

“I don’t want to go either – but we have to.”

“When can I see you again?”

“When’s your next day off?”

“Next weekend,” he said.

“Then, next weekend it is,” you smiled back up at him.

He placed a soft kiss on your nose, and with a pat to your ass he began to pack up. “I’ll drive you back.”

Some time later, you were rolling through the bumpy road head back to base. The day had been bright and sunny from what you had seen of it, but now you could tell the sun was beginning it’s decent beyond the wall of trees.

“You think I have time to hit the beach before dark?” you asked Namjoon haphazardly.

“You could – probably won’t get much time in before it gets dark though.”

“If only someone hadn’t kept me in bed all day,” you playfully huffed.

“Next weekend, I’ll take you to the beach. I promise,” he chuckled.

“We’re here,” you said as the compound came into view. You had seen it so many times, but today for some reason you couldn’t take your eyes off it. There was something drawing your attention.

“Does something seem weird to you?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah… I was just thinking that,” you replied slowly. “It’s too quiet or something.”

“Mm hm,” he agreed, slowing the speed of the truck as he surveyed the area – but he didn’t find any answers. The truck pulled up to the main gate.

“Where are the officers?” you asked. There was never a time when you had left or returned to base without a full inspection from the soldiers at the gate.

“Something is wrong,” Namjoon sounded alarmed. “This would never happen.”

You both sat there in silence as you stared beyond the gate. The grounds were empty – which also was abnormal. Typically, there would be people and trucks moving about – even in the middle of the night. This compound never truly slept. But right now it seemed… deserted.

“What should we do?” you turned to Namjoon. He looked concerningly around and breathed in a lung full of air as he thought. He then leaned over you and opened up the truck’s console and pulled out a side arm. In a swift motion, he checked the gun for ammunition then reloaded it before setting it on the dash. The action somehow made you feel more nervous than safe. He then reached down to his radio, flicked the frequency and brought the device to his lips.

“Base this is Black Bird 09. Over.”

Nothing but static was returned through the transmission.

“Black Bird 09 to base, this is Black Bird 09 to base. Over.”

Again. Nothing.

Namjoon switched frequencies and tried again, but the next channel also returned no answer – neither did the next, or the next, or the next. You became anxious with each passing moment, and you could tell Namjoon was becoming that way too. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

When he finally gave up, he flung the radio in frustration and dropped his head to the steering wheel.

“We should check it out,” he said after a long pause. “Figure out what’s going on. Maybe there’s an explanation for all this.” With that, he exited the truck. “Stay in here,” he said before he grabbed his weapon and shut the door. You really wished you weren’t still in your slinky dress and sandals. You watched him as he rounded the corner for the gate officers booth. You held your breath – afraid that he might not return or something else would in his place. You exhaled in relief when the gate began to rise and Namjoon returned from out of sight. He climbed back in the truck and took off through the gate and into the grounds.

“What the hell happened?” you asked in awe. As you continued to drive slowly through the facility, you could see wide stains and splatters of blood all over the ground, the walls, and over random blunt and sharp objects that looked as if they had been used as weapons. Your heart race began to pick up with every moment to drove further and further away from the gate and into the compound. “I think we should turn back.”

“We gotta figure out what happened. There has to be someone here,” he replied, but he didn’t sound so sure of himself.

“Everyone is gone, Namjoon. And it must be for good reason. We should get out of here.”

“We will. Just one lap and we’ll go. I promise. I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

You pursed your lips in nervous anticipation, but you nodded, nonetheless. Your every fibre was screaming for you to leave – especially before the sun officially set and the place became dark.

“We should pick up some stuff before we go,” you said boldly but then regretted it. You knew it was the right thing to do. You had nothing but the clothes on your back, but you weren’t sure if you would have the courage to even exit the vehicle. “I need to change as well.”

Namjoon looked you over quickly then nodded. He then turned the wheel and headed off towards the sleeping quarters.

Minutes later, you were parked in front of your cabin. Both of you staring at the darkened front door. Both, perhaps, building up the courage to go inside.

“Stay close,” Namjoon said. “And try to stay quiet.”

No problem here, you thought to yourself.

You opened the truck door carefully and were careful not to shut it completely to avoid the loud slammed and click. You then stepped behind Namjoon as he began to slowly climb the stairs and check the windows.

“Looks clear,” he whispered. You reached for the lock to your door and dialed the lock code. With a click, the padlock sprung free and you looked to Namjoon with wide eyes. He stepped in front of you, his weapon drawn and pointed at the door as he flung it open.

Silence.

As suspected. Your cabin was completely empty save for your things.

“I’ll make it quick,” you said as you closed the door behind you. “I’ve got a bag over there and some snacks and supplies in that locker,” you pointed him towards a cabinet in the corner. He didn’t miss a beat as he sauntered over and began to fill the bag with whatever you had that may be useful. You scuttled over to your suitcase and changed into a pair of pants, and t-shirt and boots. You tied your hair up into a ponytail and grabbed a sweater to stuff in the bag as well.

“Ready,” you said as Namjoon too finished packing up the last of the bag. “Where are we gonna go now?”

#bts smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #rm x reader #rm smut

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converse-luke · 5 years ago

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imagine being on vacation with Sierra and you're sitting in the hot tub one night and she comes out of the cabana carrying two glasses of wine. she's wearing the smallest two-piece you've ever seen and the most devious grin on her face. she settles into the water with you and before you know it, she's straddling your lap with those gorgeous thighs, and all you can do is drink in her curves through your hands.

stoppppp,

running your hands down her waist and gripping her thighs tightly. sierra’s slung her arms around your neck while she grinds down into your lap. your fingers slip under her swimsuit bottoms to go inside her. as you slowly pump your fingers inside her she moans and grips your shoulders tightly. “quiet babygirl wouldn’t want to get caught.” and that makes her bite her lips, trying to keep quiet.

you move your other hand to rub at her clit over the fabric of her swimsuit. she rocks herself back on your fingers, working herself closer to orgasm while you slowly finger her. sierra starts begging for you to go faster but you just slow your fingers down to torture her. you start to mark up her neck, leaving dark hickies down her neck. the slow pace you’re fingering her has sierra hurtling towards release. her only warning she gives you is a shudder.

after coming down from her high she rests her head on your shoulder and sighs, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. her fingers slide into you and since you’ve already made her cum she decides to be nice. you can’t be as quiet as sierra, her fingers fucking you so quickly you’re cumming within minutes.

the two of you drink your wine after that and quickly head to your hotel room to continue what you two had started.

#anon #converse-luke asks #converse-luke blurbs #answered ask #sierra #sierra blurbs #sierra smut

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katlyn1948 · 5 years ago

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Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Summary:

Arya reaches Mereen and encounters a mysterious man.

Notes:

I literally wrote this in an airport and I am about to board my plane, so enjoy!

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Mereen was sunny; almost too sunny for Arya’s liking. She was so used to the pale skies and the overcast clouds of Winterfell that the suns rays shining in Mereen were blinding. If it weren’t for this forced holiday she would be gladly sitting in her tiny flat drinking from a bottle of wine while playing Call of Duty.

She understood the necessity of the holiday, but she didn’t understand why they decided to ship her across the sea for it. She would have been more than happy to lock herself in her apartment for five days than to experience a island with fruity drinks and topless women.

It not that she hated Mereen; in fact it was a lovely country that she had visited for an assignment just a few years prior. She hated the fact she was vacationing in Mereen. It wasn’t her style and frankly, for her, it was far from relaxing. If she stayed in the sun for too long, she was sure to turn as red as a cooked lobster. But if she wore an obscenely amount of clothing then she would die of heat stroke. It was a lose-lose situation that she hated being in.

At least there were two bars at the hotel she was staying in, along with an indoor pool and very appealing hot tub just waiting to soothe her aching muscles.

Checking into her hotel room had been rather uneventful and once settled she decided to change into a two piece bathing suit. She wasn’t revealing, like most of the tanned women walking along the beach, but she wasn’t completely covered as well. The suit looked more like a crop top with simple bikini bottoms. It showed her mid section, but covered her enough to fell comfortable. The last thing she needed were ogling eyes glued to her exposed form.

She pulled on a pool shall over her shoulders, slipped on her sandals, and grabbed her book before leaving her hotel room.

The indoor pool was located on the ground level of the hotel while Arya was staying at the very top. Of course they would make sure her room was large enough to accommodate her needs; it had a parlor, along with a dining area and kitchenette, not like she would be cooking anything during her time there. It was ridiculous at how much room she had; almost making her agoraphobic. She was glad to escape it for awhile, even if it did mean swimming in a germ infested pool.

The indoor pool looked near empty when she arrived and she thanked whatever gods above for the seclusion that it would offer.

She gave the door to the pool a tough tug, but the door didn’t budge. She pulled again, a little harder than the last time and once again, the door stayed locked into place. She huffed in frustration and turned to go towards the hotel counter.

“Excuse me,” She said as she walked up to the counter. “I was trying to get into the pool, but the door must be broken or something, because I can’t get in.”

The lady at the counter smiled, “No miss, it’s not broken. The indoor pool is closed for maintenance and will not reopen until next month. However, we do have three grand pools located on our grand terrace.”

“Fucking perfect.” She groaned. “I guess outside it is.”

She turned from the counter and followed the signs leading her to the outside terrace. She had to admit, the hotel was nice and it even had a five star review online. She only wished that the indoor pool was open for her mental state. When she reached the doors leading to outside, a guide indicating where each pool was stopped her in her tracks.

There were two pools that were rather large and would probably have most of the hotel tourism sitting around the edge. She opted for the pool labeled ‘Acorn Hall’ considering it was smaller in size and had a rather large bar nestled behind the cabanas.

When she exited the doors, the sun’s rays immediately blinded her view, causing her pull her sunglasses from her head down to her eyes. A then layer of sweat was starting to cover her skin and she could feel the beads form from the top her hairline. With her hair only reaching just above her shoulders, there were more than a few strands that escaped her hair tie. Her bangs would be trouble and she had half a mind to shave her head when she got back to her room.

She was able to find a sun chair nestled under a small cabana, shielding her from the harsh sun. She plopped herself down onto the chair and pulled her book out, ignoring the soft chatter of people around her.

There was an ease when it came to reading. It was something that she had always enjoyed doing even when she knew she would be punished for it. During her training, if she was caught with a book in her had then she knew to expect three lashes from the Septa’s whip. It was only ever okay to read when she was away from the training grounds and in one of the study rooms.

Her life had been nothing but training and fighting, and although they wanted to make sure she had a proper education, the family business always seemed more important. That is why she turned to books. It was a way for Arya to escape the harsh realities that was her life. She would read a book be transported into that world, giving her a few hours to just forget about the things that were around her. It was therapeutic and she was sure that without it, she would be nothing more than a lifeless robot trained only for killing.

Of course there were other pass times than reading, most involved a gun, but there was another that helped ground her to her humanity.

Sex.

And although it’s been a solid year since she last slept with someone, it was good way to release the stress that she was harboring everyday of her life. When she got onto the plane to come to Mereen, she promised herself that she would get a least on good fuck before the week was out. She never slept with someone from Mereen, but from what she heard, they were quite the lovers.

Arya was very particular with who she slept with. She had to find them attractive and she had to calculate that they would never try to contact her again after their romp. In her line of work, dating was near impossible, so the casual sex here and there was a perfect way for her to forget about the complexities of work.

She wasn’t sure when or why she pulled away from her book to stare at a rather handsome male walking her way, but it was a happy distraction. He definitely wasn’t from Mereen, that much Arya knew. He was tall and broad shouldered with shaggy black hair. His eyes were obscured by a large pair of sunglasses covering his face. His skin was starting to turn red and much like Arya, he seemed annoyed by how bright the sun was shining.

She hadn’t meant to stare, but she found it difficult to tear her eyes off of him.

He must’ve noticed, because he immediately smiled and turned towards her direction.

A slight panic rose in Arya’s chest and she scrambled to make herself distracted. She returned her eyes to her book and began reading a passage that she was sure she had already read two times over.

“Is this seat taken?” A deep voice riled Arya from her book. She lifted her gaze and was meet with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.

#arya stark #gendrya #got #gendry baratheon #gendry waters #arya/gendry #gendry x arya #gendry/arya #modern arya and gendry #spy au #lovers to enemies to lovers

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headoverhiddles · 6 years ago

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Ibiza Nights - Christoph Waltz x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Your Ibiza vacation heats up a little more than expected.

Notes: A 3.2k word hardcore fantasy of mine, inspired greatly by this hot ass video right here. Lol, enjoy.

Tagging (ask if you wanna be added for my Christoph fics): @bungeewabbit

Your toes dig into the warm sand as you make your way down the beach. The sun is shining, as it has been without fail ever since you got here, and the ocean captures your attention with its turquoise allure. Everything here in the Spanish island of Ibiza is beautiful. The fruit arrangements you get delivered to your room in the morning. The pools. The resort itself, most of all.

You had just graduated university, and had come to Ibiza six days ago as a celebration. At first you had planned a girls trip, but the closer the vacation date got, the more you simply wanted to enjoy yourself free of any of your dumbass friends who might somehow derail that plan.

You sigh in content, carrying your sandals with you as you lay down on a beach chair, slipping on your sunglasses. Clad in a tiny string bikini, you feel your absolute best, and you deserve to. This is really what you need right now... a little unwinding this morning before you hit the bar tonight.

Feeling the heat beat down on your face for about ten minutes, you finally let your sunglasses fall down your nose to survey the beach. The waves are rolling, couples are sauntering along the shore, a group of high school students are listening to music around a cabana. Your eyes continue to scan, until they pause on a man standing by the docks. He has on a pair of khakis and an unbuttoned blue shirt under a navy blazer, with dark aviators on. His hair is silver, and he's about average height. Already interested, you wait for him to turn around. When he does, it's a revelation.

"Hello, daddy," you whisper to yourself, licking your lips. You continue to watch him as he strides away from the dock, making his way to the beach. You stretch out, closing your eyes again to daydream about all the wonderful things he'd know how to do. After about a minute, you feel yourself covered in shade. Ready to tell some frat boy shithead off for gawking, you open your eyes, but are rendered speechless. It's silver hair, smiling down at you.

"My dear, I was distracted in walking by. You're enchanting-- may I get your name?"

You search for words, almost rendered speechless by his sexy squint. "Yes!" you blush, beginning to smile as well, "I'm, uh, (y/n l/n)." He reaches a hand down to you, holding yours.

"Christoph Waltz." He's enigmatic, refined. "I hope to see you around the resort."

Your smile grows as he winks, slips his aviators back on, and walks away.

You watch him adjust the cuffs of his blazer with a confident gait, a warm feeling spreading through you after just a few sentences exchanged with him. Once again slipping into a fantasy as you settle back into the sun, you smile to yourself. You wonder how much longer he'll be staying here.

As the sun goes down, Ibiza turns up. The music is loud, and the beat from one of the poolside bars can be heard thumping through the speakers. You tousle your hair a little in front of the mirror in your beach view suite, and make sure you look perfect. Over top of your bikini, you've got a busty long sleeve on, and a pair of little shorts that accentuate your legs. Grabbing your phone and your wallet, you head downstairs to get your drink on.

"Hey baby," a guy with a Heineken muscle shirt on says, grinning, "Wanna join us?"

"Thanks, but I'm heading to the bar," you say, moving out of the way. He just whistles as you walk away, and you roll your eyes, navigating toward the bar-restaurant, Shady Hades. You sigh to yourself as you regard the line to get in. It's a mile long. Getting in line, you lean back against the wall.

Christoph stands at the entrance after bypassing the line, smiling at the maître d'. "Would I be able to get the usual table?" he asks with a smile, and the man nods.

"It's already prepared for you."

"Ahh, fantástico," he grins.

"For one tonight?"

"Indeed, si." As the maître d' gets the menu together, Christoph throws a look over his shoulder at all the people waiting-- suddenly, he recognizes someone. "Eh, señor," Christoph pats the stand quickly, laughing and shaking his head, "I am afraid I'm a little bit out of it today, I seem to have forgotten I do have a young lady joining me."

"Not to worry," the man smiles, and Christoph turns, calling out to you.

"(y/n)! (y/n), there you are!"

You look up, frowning when you hear your name. You peer out beyond the crowd, and see Christoph beckoning for you at the front. You blush a little, and walk up past everyone's staring to join him.

"There you are," he smiles, and turns to the man. "She must have forgotten I made us a reservation, just as I did," Christoph giggles, and you play along, shrugging helplessly.

"Silly me!"

The man leads you both to a charming little corner table with a jar of seashells in the middle and a candle. The menus are placed on the table, and Christoph pulls out your seat for you, leaning into your ear.

"I hope you don't mind. I saw you in line and figured I could save you the night." He chuckles, and you nod.

"I appreciate it." He looks so suave tonight in a casual suit, silver hair combed back and eyes just as intense as the time you met him. You can't help but feel under dressed, as you were only planning to sit at the bar, but he seems to beat you to worrying over it.

"Don't concern yourself over your attire. You look lovely the way you are, my dear." Your blush deepens as you take a sip of your water. "Well. I must say this is quite serendipitous." He takes his napkin, placing it on his lap. "I certainly hoped I would see you again around the place, but I did not expect to."

"I'm here for another two days," you tell him, "If I'm going on vacation, I'm doing it right."

"Hear hear," he grins, lifting his glass, and you clink it. The waiter comes, and Christoph orders some wine.

"I assume you drink," he hesitates, and you snort.

"It's what I came here to do."

"And... did you come here to do anything else?" he asks, and the eyes he flashes you are far too playful to mean anything else. You just smirk, folding your napkin.

"Why did you approach me today?"

"Because I thought you were a beautiful woman. I don't tend to pussyfoot around in that department."

"So, you saw me, and... you liked me, so you wanted to introduce yourself to me?"

"That's usually how attraction works, yeah," he says, and you huff a laugh.

"Why me? There's a billion girls to choose from around here."

"And ninety nine point nine nine nine of those girls are preoccupied with beer kegs and their short term boyfriends," he smiles. "You seemed to be the only mature one around."

"How do you know I'm not a party girl in bed?" you tease.

"A little “party” in the bedroom can be a good thing," Christoph takes a sip of his wine with a smirk, "Regardless, I intend to find out just what kind of lover you are." Your legs cross. He's so straightforward, and sure of himself. You love it.

"How long have you been coming here? They obviously know you," you gesture around.

"I used to come here when I was a bachelor," he says, "A long time ago. I got married, she left, and voila," he smiles, "I was free again." You giggle, and he patters his fingers.

"Of course, it does get a little lonely here by myself. Ibiza is such a treasure to behold, but enjoyed with someone else, ah--” he puts his hand over his heart, “it is heavenly."

"Mm," you muse, "It is gorgeous."

The waiter comes back, and you both order some food. Christoph orders you both some snacky starters.

"Finger food," he grins excitedly, "Oh, how I love it."

"You do?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah. I rarely get to enjoy food with my hands when I go out for dinner in Vienna. This is sort of my escape-- I come here to do the things that wouldn't be considered proper back home."

You catch his heated stare again, and quirk an eyebrow, sipping your wine. "That's why I picked Ibiza. It seemed like a good place for an adventure." He hums. "So you're from Vienna?" you ask.

"I am," he nods. "Ich sprechen ze Deutsch, (I speak German) mais aussi un petite montant de Francais (but I also speak a little French) y un toque de Español, porque cuando vengo aquí (and a little Spanish for when I come here)."

"Bravo," you giggle, and he raises his eyebrows.

"Italian?"

"Non tanto, (Not much) mais je fais parle en Francais." (but I do speak French).

"Magnificent," Christoph beams, leaning across the table to take your hand, "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

"I think I've got a few more in store," you tease, and his eyes fill with desire. The food comes, and you both dive in, exchanging little facts about where you came from, what you studied, and eventually, he sits back, leaving a message to charge to the room.

"Ready to go?"

"Where?" you ask.

"The pool of course," he says, "I know a private hot tub nobody else visits. Our little secret." He gives a furtive wink, and beckons you along. You grin to yourself as you get up and follow him, and he leads you past the line that still wraps around the wall outside. Before going, he stops at the bar, makes his way through the crowd of rowdy teenagers, and snags a bottle of vodka.

"A little something to knock off the edge," he whispers, and you walk out to the pool areas, overlooking the shore.

"I'll just get into my suit," you say, popping into a changing stall, and he nods. As you walk off, you think you hear some people shout: "Mr. Waltz! Over here!" but you guess since he's been coming here for so long, he must know a lot of people.

Stepping into the shack, you peel your clothes off, and adjust your bikini. Exiting, you see Christoph jogging back from a group of people, and and he takes your hand, leading you through some trees to a little hideaway. It's a small hot tub surrounded by brush, with a perfect moonlit view of the ocean.

"After you," he smiles, and you get in, settling down with a moan. "Ah, that nice?"

"Yes," you bite your lip, "It's perfect."

"Let me join you, then," he says, and unbuttons his shirt, shuffling it off and sliding in. He groans as well.

"You're right. It is perfect." He picks up the bottle of vodka, uncaps it, and hands it to you.

"After you."

You take a drink, and hand it over with a grin. He takes a drink from it too, and wipes his mouth, setting it down.

"Ooh! No glasses, this is so exciting!" he rubs his hands together, and you wonder how such a sophisticated man can be so cute.

You watch the turquoise light of the pool reflect off Christoph's face as he sinks down to his neck in the water, and sigh. You had planned on showing yourself a good time, not being shown one by the most handsome man in Ibiza. You let your legs create a ripple, and float a little closer to him, until you're inches away. You then move your knees to either side of him, and bring your lips to his in a gentle kiss. His lips welcome yours, and his hands go to the back of your neck, gently coaxing you closer. You moan softly into the kiss, connecting your lips over and over. You continue to make out with Christoph like this, hands tenderly moving through one another’s hair. His tongue slips between your lips, and you allow him in, the kiss getting more passionate until you're practically dry humping in the water-- you're dragging back and forth on his thigh as he rolls his hips up, all the while both continuing your kissing. The night air is filled with the low hum of distant music, the crashing of waves, and the two of your lips meeting again and again.

You break away first, looking into Christoph's dazed and frankly smitten face, and smirk wickedly.

"I really wanna see your hotel room."

Guests nor hotel employees alike question it as you come through the doors still kissing, but Christoph insists you look presentable at least for the lobby, as his reputation is at stake here.

"Tell me what you're going to do to me once we're in that elevator, daddy," you breathe in his ear.

"You'll see very soon, my sweet," he puts on a bright smile for everyone, waving to the concierge in a friendly manner as you two fast-walk to the elevator. It feels as if it takes forever to close, but when it does, Christoph takes you by the waist, holding you against the wall of the elevator. His hand runs down your shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the middle of your back. Your floor dings, interrupting whatever that was leading to, and he takes you out, down the hall, and to the corner suite, beach view.

The floor to ceiling windows have the curtains open, and you can see the rainbow lights of the club patio, as well as the pool bar getting rowdy. The ocean is endless, as is the sky full of stars.

Christoph comes up behind you, brushing your hair from your neck to start undoing the strings of your bikini. You turn around, and he pulls it off, letting it drop. You undo the two buttons he's got done up after swimming, and he walks you back toward the bed, sitting you down on it and kneeling.

"Mmmm," you groan, realizing what he's going. You hadn't had a guy do this right for a while. He looks up at you with playful eyes as he takes your bikini bottoms by both fingers, tugging them down slowly, teasingly. You hurry him by kicking your legs a little. “Mmm, daddy, please...”

"Ah ah ah, patience, little one," he smiles. Finally, they're off, and you're bare to him. He parts your knees, eyes hooded with lust, and puts his face between your legs, closing his mouth--

"Ohhh," you moan, your back arching, "Oh, Christoph..." His tongue sweeps down your clit, back up, and circles it, as his lips latch around and suck gently. It's absolute bliss-- he definitely knows what he's doing. "Oh my god," you whisper, threading your fingers through his silver hair, "Don't stop..."

He hums, almost sending you into overdrive, and his tongue dips into you, thrusting in a few times before he replaces it with two fingers, curving gently upwards to reach that perfect spot. His tongue goes back to pay attention to your throbbing clit, and he adds a third finger, going even deeper, deeper, oh--

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna come," you breathe, and Christoph doesn't let up, continuing to pleasure you with his mouth and fingers until you finally feel your first orgasm wash over you, your back arching and hips thrusting into his mouth. He pulls away, grinning, and you crawl back on the bed, where he joins you. You can see and feel how hard he is now, his erection straining in his pants. You reach down, and take the shorts off, exposing his cock to cool air. He sighs, and you flip him over so that you're on top, getting in position and then slowly sinking down over him, gasping as he stretches you.

"Ohmy--" he mumbles, his hands flying to your hips, and you begin to move, putting your hands above Christoph's head and rocking back and forth on his cock. He bites his bottom lip, staring up at your bouncing breasts in awe, and you sit back, rocking down harder as you feel the head of his cock slide deeper. After a minute, he taps your thigh, and you slow down your gyrating. He gets on top, and urges you onto your stomach. He has one hand around your stomach, and you feel him push into your from behind, the angle helping him fill your pussy just right.

"Ah, Christoph!"

"(y/n)," he chants, "Ah, that's magnificent..." You squeeze around him, and he reaches down to stroke your sensitive clit some more as he fucks you with fast, punctuated thrusts. "I'm close," he whispers, "Are you almost there, (y/n)?" Every thrust brings you closer, and you're just on the brink of your second orgasm, your wetness coating his cock as he continues to pound in.

"Ahhh!" you cry, your eyes squeezing shut, and he pulls out, turns you around, and enters again, thrusting until you cry out his name. He holds you tight as you come again, and as your body shudders and clenches around him, he can't help but release, panting your name into your hair as he pulls out, coming into his fist.

You both roll over, and Christoph drapes an arm out, silently encouraging you to get close to him. You do, resting your head on his chest, and he looks down at your sleepy, satisfied expression.

"Good?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Amazing," you grin lazily, and he wraps you up in his arms.

"Wonderful. Pleasant dreams, my (y/n)."

The rest of the trip couldn't, of course, compare to that night. You were a little sad to say goodbye to Christoph when he had to go back, but you made sure to give him a long goodbye kiss. The next day after that, you flew back home as well, sufficiently relaxed, with only the memories of the good time and a good tan to show for it.

You turn on the TV one morning, flicking through channels. Commercial, Miami Vice rerun, commercial, Oprah, commercial--

"--Waltz, here to promote his new movie, Downsizing."

You pause on Good Morning America, and your heart nearly stops. That was...

"Great to have you here, Christoph," the host smiles.

"It is great to be here," Christoph nods through the screen.

"Now, it looks like you had a great time on holiday, huh?!" Michael asks, and you watch as Christoph blushes.

"It was fantastic to return to Ibiza, as always."

"Who's the girl?"

Your heart skips another beat as they show a tabloid that reads "Christoph Waltz and Mystery Girl Heat Up Ibiza". You cover your mouth. That's you. That's your bikini. That's the resort. That's his boat!!

"I wish they would not refer to her as the Mystery Girl," Christoph mutters, looking at the tablet, "Kind of rude. Of course, they don’t know her name, but..." He huffs, looks at the camera, then smiles a little. "She was a special lady, and we shared a special time together. I really have nothing else to say on the matter-- that, as they say, is that."

You bite your lip and giggle, and Christoph looks back down again, flipping through the Hello magazine as he's being asked questions. You leave the TV on in the background just to hear his voice as you unpack, thinking of your trip some more with a little bit of heartache, but you gasp as something falls out of your back shorts pocket.

A number, and a message:

I would very much like to talk (or more) with you again. Ton Amour, Christoph.

You hold it to you, flop back on your bed, and get out your phone.

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