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somberjoon · 8 months ago

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METANOIA [8]

✩ pairing: wolf hybrid nj x cheetah hybrid reader (f) - eventual ot7 x reader

✩ genre: soul-searching , romance🔞 , found-family , healing , angst , happy ending

✩ word count: 8.8k

✩ chapter warnings: uncertainty in behavior and emotions , anxiety , TW // panic attack with nightmare description of assault / sa (this is not explicit or detailed at all but talks of the suffocating feeling of touch) an asterisk * at the start and end of the section that includes this. inclusion of minor wound (bruises and small cuts) description. lots of feelies and talking this ch.

✩ summary: She doesn't know. There is so much about her and her cheetah that she hasn't had the privilege to understand. Unknown backgrounds and unknown emotions clash with feelings of want- hopes of being herself unapologetically. Namjoon seems to be someone that can help her- but can the rest of his pack truly be what she has wanted and needed?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ch.5 , ch.6 , ch.7 , ch.8 , ch.9

✩ disclaimer: i can't predict what anyone will think, but please understand that some important topics that need discussing as a pack in these circumstances are left out on purpose. If you can't figure it out now then it'll be a nice surprise lol.

Namjoon

The rush to put on better clothing for the chill of night goes by in hushed words from Seokjin and a now awake Hoseok.

“You’re not being detained are you?”

“No, they don’t have a warrant or anything. Whatever happened, it was probably Maria or Y/N herself that mentioned me and they just want information about events.”

“Namjoon I don’t like this.” Hoseok spills.

“I know, something doesn’t feel right- but I need answers and I at least have my job under my belt to know what my rights are. I’ll be okay.”

“Let Seokjin go with you.” Hoseok still pushes.

“I don’t want to put him in that situation-”

“Can you hurry up?” Seokjin seems to manifest in conversation, dressed and ready to go. “Of course I’m going with you.”

With Hoseok’s extra encouragement to bring the oldest of their pack with him, Namjoon and Seokjin leave in their own car, driving towards an unknown fate.

At this time, the bustle of a police station is nonexistent. It’s an eerie feeling being searched and taken back to a room in…silence, really. The silence also makes him wonder where Y/N is, as he hasn’t even gotten a scent of her here. The passive woman that leads him to the room is the one that ends up asking him the questions.

“We apologize for the timing that the officers showed up at your house. After finally getting some information from Y/N it had already been 7 hours of silence from her. I can’t give many details right this second, but after we get some more information I can let you know.”

“Of course. Is she still here at the station?”

“No, she actually didn’t even come here originally. She’d been in the hospital for some injuries.”

Somehow, his heart sinks deeper into the pit of his body and his stomach makes its way towards his throat.

“Is she- is she okay?”

“Okay is a…hard word to use. Physically, she doesn’t have any long-lasting injuries, but mentally-” She doesn’t even need to finish for Namjoon to understand. It wouldn’t be any better if she was only hurt physically somehow, but knowing that whatever this was is just another huge blow to her mental health is sickening.

“What do you need to know?” Namjoon asks, trying to get to the point but still keeping his composure.

“We have information that yesterday at approximately 12:00PM Y/N and you can be put in the same place. I was seeing if you could give us a rundown from the time you two met for the day to the time she got home.”

Namjoon knows no specific words or details will be given to him just to see if the information matches both Y/N’s and Maria’s or Richard’s. So, he tells it honestly- the truth.

“I picked her up around 12PM, she had a class at the hospital that she wanted to attend and I was the one available to Y/N that could take her. So, I picked her up and she didn’t seem to like the outfit she was wearing- she wears comfortable clothing but, she just seems- not sure about what to wear to certain functions or events. Before the class, we had time to stop by a small clothing shop, just one in the strip mall. We picked out an outfit and she got to the class in time, which was at 1:15PM and lasted about an hour.”

“Do you know what kind of class this was?”

“Sexual Development class, a free one that- I think her doctor recommended it.”

“Okay, continue with the events please.”

“During the class she had forgotten her phone, so I stayed outside the hospital, thus we were able to leave right away and go to my pack’s home for a visit. We, Y/N and I, had been trying to plan a visit to my pack home because of the growing friendships between me and her and another one of my pack members. She was anxious about it because she doesn’t really like meeting new people, she doesn’t trust easily, especially men. But, she blended in well, and because everyone was welcome with each other, it was a good visit. The cheetahs hung out, then we had dinner and then she seemed tired so I offered to take her home around 7PM.”

“Did Y/N show any odd behavior before you took her home?”

“To be honest, she seemed reluctant to have me leave her home alone. I’m not sure if Richard was home at that time or anything, but I- I should’ve checked before I left. She didn’t say anything though, she didn’t ask me to stay or tell me if she was uncomfortable being alone.” Namjoon stops to bring himself back together, the thoughts of what could’ve happened fight their way to the front. His regret is immense at the moment, even when he doesn’t know what exactly happened.

“Did you see anyone outside of her home? And, you said you didn’t know if Richard was home, but were there any signs that anyone else was there?”

Red alarms immediately go off in his head. Because- no. He didn’t make sure, but-

“I stayed at that house, parked in the driveway for 15 minutes after she told me she was okay and locked the door. I wanted to make sure that she didn’t change her mind or-” this woman is a hybrid, she should understand if he says this. “I just felt like something was wrong, and I’ve known enough of her to see when she’s uncomfortable or when she doesn’t want to say something. I should’ve made sure she was okay.”

“Luckily, Y/N is safe now. And I can see that the storylines do add up. Your words were the last ones we needed. But, later on your pack could be asked to testify if the judge decides this isn’t a clean cut case.”

“Can you tell me? What happened?”

“If you guys are close, and if she trusts you as much as I think she does- she’d probably want you to know from her.”

Unlike the police station, the hospital has more people in it now that Sunday morning has started. Seokjin accompanies Namjoon now that he can, already heading towards the room with Maria’s approval to the front desk that he could be a visitor. To be honest, he feels entirely too invasive in the moment, but his worry isn’t only bubbling but ready to boil over at not making sure Y/N is alive and not on her damn deathbed.

It’s easy to spot the room from a distance, as Richard sits in one of the hallway chairs with his elbows on his knees in a bent position. Obviously, he is in an uncommunicative mood- even as Namjoon passes by him, he says nothing. Instead, he looks through the glass of the door to see Maria sitting on one of the visitor benches in the room, looking at the hospital bed that’s blocked from him by a curtain. With his presence, Maria looks to the door to find him without him having to knock. She hurries to meet them outside with the door shut behind her.

“I’m so glad to see you.” Maria says with such relief, wrapping him in an unfamiliarly tight hug. Without a second to think, she’s giving Seokjin one as well. “She’s not verbal at the moment. To be honest, she’s only been verbal to give her statement to the police.” She looks into the window even if she can’t see Y/N from it.

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable being here-” It’s all Namjoon can think now that he’s actually here. He was really only her friend and someone that was with her only some hours of the day. “I just wanted to see how she was doing and-” He can’t just leave. God, no matter how out of place he feels being here, he can’t leave her right now.

“Namjoon. You’re the only person she’s asked about.”

“What? Why?”

“She didn’t want to even mention you guys to the police. But, that would’ve been even more suspicious. So, she obviously told her whole story and- she asked if I could ‘let her know when Namjoon is questioned’. I’m guessing she was preparing for another devastating blow, because I told her this morning and she just broke down again.”

Of course she didn’t want any of them involved, just to keep them out of it, she’s willing to lie.

“I think you should see her.” Maria says when Namjoon doesn’t respond. He looks to Seokjin in question, his hyung already knowing why. But, Seokjin only gives him a few reassuring nods and squeeze to his upper arm.

The door shutting behind him finalizes the choice he made. He could turn back, he could leave knowing that Maria is here for her. But, just last night he thought the same thing- and it didn’t work out then. The pull towards her is too strong.

Rounding the curtain gives him a view that’s a lot easier to process than he imagined. She’s curled up on her side with only her bun peeking out of the top of the blanket. She’s so small, even with her gaining weight and eating well- she’s still so small. His light steps don’t seem to stir her and he really doesn’t want to startle her, so his best shot is waiting, observing.

A cushioned chair sits conveniently in front of the resting Y/N, Namjoon sits with light movements. He can finally see her eyes above the blanket covering her. Even like this he can already see a small healing cut next to her eye near her temple. He wants to know every part of her that was hurt- he wants to magically heal her of the wounds she was given, mentally and physically.

It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to see Y/N take a few tentative sniffs above her blanket, eyes shooting open to land on Namjoon’s.

Tears. It’s as if they were waiting to fall no matter what. He watches devastatingly with nothing to do. No sign of approval of his touch or words, no utter of his name- just tears. This was the final blow for him as well it seems. He can only say one thing.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, leaning closer to leave him less than a foot away from her. “I’m so so sorry.” Tears prick his own eyes, his wolf begging to touch, to soothe. His restraints are wearing thin as they just stare at each other. He has no queue to touch her, he has to wait and hope that she reaches out or just stays silent in her needs. He doesn’t even know if that’s what she needs, but he hopes she does. He hopes that he could be comforting for her, be here for her and calm her in some way.

“I’m so sorry I left you there.” That's all he can say. Even more tears fall from her silently, begging for something. He’ll just need to pry like he usually does, he’ll do it forever if he needs to.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

“What if I hurt you?” It’s the quietest mumble of a question, somehow sounding clear despite her tears and the barrier of the blanket.

“You won’t hurt me.” Namjoon says without even thinking, voice staying at a whisper. “What do you need? Do you need something from me?” He tries not to beg, but really anyone could hear it in his voice.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?” Even without a response he’ll keep trying. He won’t make the same mistake. “Let me help you.”

It's not an immediate response, but Y/N slowly reveals herself. Her blanket is pushed back to show simple clothing the hospital most definitely provided. He doesn’t mean to look, but the hospital shorts show purple bruises that randomly spot the top of her thighs. They're large- he tries to push away the thought of them looking like hands.

She's asking in her movements as she slides closer to him, her legs dangling over the side of the bed now. He pays attention to her eyes, only her eyes as his peripheral catches more cuts and bruises that he's sure she doesn't want him to see.

"Whatever you need." He says at her pause in movement. He takes the chance of guessing what she needs, opening his arms in an inviting gesture.

Her silent tears turn to sobs just as her hand reaches out and takes a hold of Namjoon's extended hand. He closes his grip like it's a life line just as she does to him.

With slower movements than he'd like for himself but enough for her to not hurt herself more, she's finally showing what she wants. Climbing into his lap, legs bracketed around his thighs and body pressed into his finally. Finally she's in his arms- his own arms locked tight around her to keep her there. Her wet face and hurried breaths are pushed into his neck, as close as she can get. Finally, her tail wraps around him instead of squeezed around herself.

"I got you. I'm so sorry." He says over and over again like a mantra.

Seokjin

He doesn't mind waiting for Namjoon, but the company isn’t the best. To be fair, he finally got some time in silence as Maria takes a phone call, but it's still a hospital- hospitals are never comforting.

"I know, yes I understand we'll have to come in and discuss- that's the protocol!?"

Maria's frustrating outburst is more than enough to cause a few heads to whip her way. and this landing on Seokjin just a few chairs away.

"Okay. Well, I don’t know when we’ll both be able to come in, maybe later today or tomorrow. Can I just call you back when we are able to come in?”

“Thank you, bye.” She finishes her call and turns to sit right next to Richard who Seokjin really isn't comfortable sitting next to. Even if there is a spacer seat. Despite their whispered conversation, he can hear it.

“The protocol for her case is immediate re-homing.” She whispers in a heartbreaking tone. “We could fight for her later on, but as of right now our house is deemed unsafe for her- for any future cases that may need a home.”

With the pain in her voice, Richard is still silent. Seokjin almost wants to shake the man into some fucking sense. But, that’s only his instincts talking- he still has no idea what the story is. And now, he’s thinking about where Y/N will go.

Somehow he already knows.

Namjoon

Usually with Y/N attached to him, it’s hard to think properly. But now, with her safely in his arms, he’s thinking more and more about how to keep it this way. Despite that, dread fills him at the thoughts around the organization- he knows that Y/N can’t stay in that house, no matter what it was, she was hospitalized and there is police involvement. There is no way she’ll be able to stay in that house. He doesn’t even know if Y/N knows that yet.

She had just gotten into a situation that was helping her and she finally had support that was pushing her towards a healthy life and healthy relationships. He couldn’t rid her of the friends she made when she loses a home as well.

To be honest, Namjoon has no idea how long it has been since he's sat here, but Y/N has fallen asleep a while ago and Seokjin hasn't even tried to get a hold of him.

Knowing that he needs to at least talk to Seokjin, Namjoon makes the hard decision to stand and gently detach Y/N from him. In her sleep she unapologetically reaches for him with greedy hands, unlike what she does in her waking state. He can't help but smile despite where they are and the unanswered things that happened.

Slipping out to see Seokjin is a breath of fresh air he didn't realize he needed. He'd spend all day and night making sure she was comfortable, but it's still exhausting seeing someone you care about in such shambles. He'll be strong for her no matter what- and he'll be lucky to have others there for him.

"How is she?" Seokjin's tired voice asks just across from her room door in the visitor seats.

“She doesn’t want to talk- she doesn’t have any serious injuries. But she was comfortable with me, so that’s a start.” Namjoon says as he sits just next to Seokjin. “Where did they go?” He motions to the empty chairs that once held Maria and Richard.

“They went to grab breakfast from the cafeteria.” Seokjin checks his phone just as he answers. “Taehyung has been begging me to let him come sit outside her room. I wish I felt comfortable with him coming, but I think it’d be bad if we had too many people here right now.” Namjoon knows that if Taehyung came then Jimin would want to come, and if Jimin came then Hoseok would feel obligated to come and keep watch over them. He can’t have that many people here right now.

“It’s a good call, especially because we don’t know exactly what she needs or wants at the moment.” The silence stretches between them as if they’re both waiting to have this impending conversation. All it takes is one look to Seokjin for the fox to know exactly what he wants to say.

“I heard Maria talking to Richard about the organization and what happens next, Namjoon. I already know what you’re going to say.”

“It’s not immediate, especially not when she’s in the hospital, but-”

“But, this is not a conversation we should be having with just the two of us.”

“You know I need you to know first right now, I need to know if this is something that would be possible.”

“You would make it possible- I know you too well. I’ll let you figure out what you want to say, and what you need to tell the others. But- I’m on your side.” Seokjin gives him a light shoulder bump that lightens the mood just the slightest.

“I didn’t hide anything from you or the pack.” Namjoon says suddenly, knowing that if he says to the pack what he wants to say, he wants his hyung to know that it wasn’t a long-awaited bomb-drop. “Anything I want to say when we talk to them, it’s not something I- I would never wait to say it in a time like this.”

“I know. I guess that was something I talked to Taehyung about and not you.” Namjoon gives him a questioning look. “Before I called you yesterday inviting Y/N, I talked to Taehyung about my worries. I let my fears get the best of me in times that I should have put Taehyung and you first. I don’t mind if you or him, or anyone, meets another person. We can’t control that- obviously, I mean we have a pack of seven. But, I will support you no matter what. I will take care of her as well, just as another part of the family.”

“You’re making me emotional at the worst time.” Namjoon lets out a nervous laugh at the realization that his feelings aren’t just settled into his skin anymore. His feelings for Y/N aren’t just an afterthought when he’s around her- it’s now something that will be out into the universe to fuck him over. “I just want us all to be comfortable- and I just want her to have a home. That’s all she needs right now, I want to be that for her.”

Seokjin looks at him with something akin to pride. Namjoon tries to catch it for as long as possible.

“If she’s okay with that, I will help you make that happen.” Seokjin says.

Y/N

It feels like she’s suffocating- just as it did last night. Just as it felt when his hands were around her neck- on her legs, on her stomach, on her. All she can see is black, but there is the feeling of him here- a feeling of those few times when they tried to take advantage of her with no roof over her head and nowhere to flee to. They always gripped on tight, underestimating the strength her cheetah gives her. It’s not usually enough strength to completely fight them off, but it’s always enough to have enough time to run as far as she can.

The darkness is pushing on her chest- just after having a dreamless sleep, a resting sleep- trying to pry things from her she would never give them. They don’t deserve it, it’s not for them. It gets harder and harder for her to breathe. In this darkness, she doesn’t even have anything to fight off, there’s no way out- there’s nothing she can do.

“Y/N.”

‘No, leave me alone. Please.’

“Y/N.”

‘Please. Please don’t touch me.’

“Y/N!”

Suddenly there is an actual hand on her arm. She was asleep and he had time to touch her when she couldn’t stop him.

Her eyes shoot open to bright hospital lights, trying to move as quickly as she can to get away from the arm that touches her- trying to crawl up the bed and see who it is this time.

Namjoon.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, you were just having a nightmare.” His hands are in the air defensively. It’s just him and she’s fine but- why can’t she breathe? God, why can she still feel him on her. She can feel the weight of him on her chest, pressing all the air from her.

“Y/N you need to breathe slowly. You’re going to make yourself pass out. Breathe in through your nose and out your mouth.”

She’s trying. She doesn’t want to feel like this, she doesn’t want to be unconscious and vulnerable again.

“Can I touch you? Can I help you?”

Her response doesn’t leave her lips like she wants it, not when she’s gulping down air like this. Instead she’s scooting closer, trying to find relief in him again. She needs it, no matter how much she doesn’t want to rely on him.

His arms are immediately going to work. One slips behind her neck to find that magical muscle, the other pushes her frizzy curls from her face to pet at her hair with soothing words.

“In through your nose and out your mouth. Just focus on this feeling. Focus on my voice. Give yourself something to pinpoint.”

She can barely listen to him, but the feeling of him against her neck is hypersensitive. It seems his touch always is no matter how simple it is. It’s the only thing she can seem to focus on, her lungs filling at a rate that is less and less painful.

“There you go. Look at me.”

She does look up at him now that it hurts less to breathe. She's terrified she'll see pity, though with how everything has always gone for her, sometimes she wants it- craves attention even if it's with an aching heart and empty promises. This time she only sees her Namjoon. The wolf with kind eyes and an even kinder soul. He's looking down at her with such cherish that it completely distracts her from the panic that was eating her up.

"Good. Do you feel better?" He wipes at her face, picking up wet stains that she didn’t even realize were there- but thanks to the scratch near her eye, the skin is sensitive. He's not even grossed out about how she looks or the things she can’t get a hold on yet. He’s so gentle no matter what she’s given him, no matter what he sees himself.

“Yeah.” She gets out with a hoarse voice. “I’m sorry.” She whispers after hearing her own voice.

“Don’t be sorry, it was a nightmare- we all have nightmares.” That she can’t change, she’ll always have them.

“I’m sorry you had to take care of me.” She specifies, looking away from him and not wanting to see that caring look on his face anymore. She doesn’t get far when the hand from her neck slides up to direct her face back to him.

“I would not be here if I didn’t want to- I always want to care for you, no matter how it looks. Even if you need something small- something useless- it’s you so I’ll take care of it.”

She can’t bear him saying this now. Y/N has believed him before, somehow a man has whittled his way into her mind and heart in ways she’d never thought was possible. But, him saying it as she looks like this and reacts like this- after she’s done something horrible- is unbearable.

“Okay.” Is all she can say with a teary-eyed nod. If she looks at him any longer she’ll cry more than she has in the last couple days, so she turns away, and he finally lets her.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He asks, changing the subject, doing her a favor without knowing.

“There’s some water in the minifridge.” She replies slowly. Everything is still cloudy and annoying, but Namjoon never asked for irritation, so she'll be nice for now. He grabs one of the chilled water bottles and opens it for her with a satisfying click before handing it to her within seconds.

“Are you hungry? Maria left some food for you, she’s waiting outside if you need her.”

“I’m okay for now, just tired.” She says meekly. She looks up to find him assessing her with a gaze that seems a little too invasive. She can’t help but tell him more upon seeing the look. “I haven’t been able to sleep- with the nightmares.” She admits.

“You seemed okay until I left you, I’m sorry. I needed to check in with Seokjin-hyung without letting him into the room.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Instead of any more easy conversation that they usually have, there’s silence that only seems to grow at what has been unsaid. They’re in a damn hospital for crying out loud. Namjoon literally got questioned by the police and she won’t feel safe for a long time. It’s all waiting to be spilled right here in this uncomfortable bed in the most uncomfortable room.

“Did they tell you what happened?”

“I should go and let Maria come in.”

They both speak at the same time.

“What?” Y/N asks first, voice a little high in wanting. Why would he just leave suddenly?

“Oh, no they didn’t tell me. I didn’t know if you’d want to so I did ask but, after some clarity of realizing that you’re okay, I just want to wait until you tell me as much as you want to give.”

His response is like whiplash after his announcement of leaving, so instead she keeps the conversation on one topic.

“I don’t want to tell you until I’m out of here. I hate it here.” She admits. Anything is better than the drabby shelters she’s been in and out of- and definitely better than the dried-up bridges she’d sleep under. But, this place always feels so cold and unwelcoming. It reminds her of her first visit to the hospital and seeing doctors for the first time. It was so invasive despite being needed- even if she was thankful, it was all so fast.

“Whenever you want.” Is all he says in a voice that proves he’s just tip-toeing.

“Why did you want to leave?” She finally asks.

“Maria said you weren’t being verbal with her, so I just thought maybe you wanted to talk to her, especially because you haven’t seen her for a few hours. I just want you to be comfortable.”

She could never get mad at him- she probably could in the right circumstance- so she just gives him a sigh that gives in to whatever he says. He’s right in a sense anyways.

“Yeah I should talk to her, you should get back home to your pack anyways. I’m sure they’re worried about you.” She answers with honesty. She can’t keep him here away from them just because she doesn’t feel safe yet. Even if the only place she has felt safe is in his arms, she can’t burden him with that.

“I’ll go let them know-”

“Just Maria.” She says far too quickly.

“Okay, just Maria. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He leaves with an air to him that was far more tentative than earlier. Where did it go wrong? What line did they cross that has them both walking on eggshells? It always feels so fine with him, airy and refreshing in a way that allows her to finally breathe and have no worries in the world. Why is it that it changes so quickly sometimes? What is being left unsaid that she’s too inexperienced or immature to realize?

“Hey sweetie.” Maria comes in with the normal softness she had even before this happened. But this time, Y/N can tell that she’s been crying. Her eyes look tired, red-rimmed, and far too down-turned to just be a caring stare.

“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?” She asks, causing Y/N to place the blanket back over her body to stop the chill of the room from finding her unprepared.

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good.” She sits in the same chair Namjoon did when he first came to see her. Again, an edge of tentativeness creeps into her mannerisms. He hands fidget in her lap and her eyes begin to water again. Y/N immediately pushes forward at the sight.

“I didn’t think it’d come to this. Ya’know I thought I could make a safe space for you. One where you’d never have to worry about getting hurt.” Her lip wobbles in a way that has Y/N’s own eyes watering up in response. “I’m so sorry this happened. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” It’s inevitable when flashes of last night creep into her mind. She closes her eyes, pushing them down and down until later when she can fight them on her own.

“It’s not your fault.”

“I will take the blame, if it helps to take some of the blow.”

“That’s not fair, you know that’s not fair.” Y/N almost pleads.

“I knew there would be more consequences, if not directly made in my direction, definitely in yours when the organization paired us together. I mean- I knew there’d be legal proceedings that I’d have to handle that I really would do anything to get us out of, but I know they’d be hard on you. So, when the organization called earlier-”

Her choked sob that she swallows to keep going on has Y/N panicking now. Thankfully, it’s not enough to cause her the same panic as before, but it’s definitely enough to have her sitting up straighter, her ears perked and tail wrapped into an unbearably tight hold.

“The hospitalization mixed with the police involvement isn’t taken lightly- as it shouldn’t be- but the organization has protocols in place. With our case, there will definitely be a rehoming done.”

Y/N really didn’t know what exactly the protocol would be, other than the very few more common occurrences that the organization workers informed her of incase she needed to report them without the homeowners knowing. The shock of how quickly everything is moving has her completely blocking out Maria. She can’t comprehend just how awful it would be to transition to a new home in a time like this. She can’t fathom how Maria feels and- to be horribly honest- she’s worried about how Maria and Richard will cope with whatever it is they are exactly going to go through. Despite what she feels for Richard, she can’t help but feel like this was her fault.

Namjoon

Stepping into the house after everything this morning is like walking into quicksand. The feeling of being pulled farther and farther into some irreversible thing is sickening. Not because of the unavoidable situation, but because of how many things could go wrong now.

Taehyung is on him in seconds, trying his best to scent and pry answers out with pleading eyes and whimpers.

“Let’s get everyone together and talk, so I only have to have this conversation once.”

Luckily everyone is home, with some that have work schedules on the weekend- such as Yoongi who coaches kiddie basketball and had two early games this morning- it is hard to have everyone together before noon. But somehow it’s happened and he’s extremely lucky to see his pack all in one place. The events of today have made him so eager to make sure his pack is safe and home. Even if they all watch him with different levels of questioning eyes, he’d rather they be safe and expectant than not here at all.

“So far, legally, it seems to be a clean case- though I still have no idea what exactly happened.” He’s speaking before he even realizes it, standing in front of everyone sitting and standing in the living room.

“Y/N is…okay. She’s not comfortable in the hospital so she doesn’t want to tell me yet, but she’s just- she’s hurt yes. She’s bruised and scratched in ways that will heal, but it’s really just her mental state that can’t be healed measurably.”

Namjoon seems to pause for no other reason than anxiety. He really didn’t think about this enough, this conversation in this circumstance. They’re all so patient as they wait, even Taehyung who has to be squeezed between Jimin and Hoseok to sit still.

“When I introduced Y/N, it wasn’t with ulterior motives other than to help her build relationships. Yes, I was also interested in a friendship with her before this- that and the opportunity for Taehyung and her to have each other for their cheetahs was all I wanted. But, I have to be honest with myself. And with you all.”

He gets a reassuring squeeze of his hand from Seokjin that makes him take a deep breath he didn’t know he needed. It’s never been him that brought up another potential pack member. It’s always one of his sociable mates that seem to be glued to someone or have a certain glow when they get home after a one-off encounter. He’s never minded it, he even welcomed it as long as they were a good fit for his home and all the people he cared about. But now, it feels like rejection is imminent.

“Y/N is someone that unexpectedly made me feel so warm. Even if I was away from her, I always wished that she was thinking of me the way she thought of me and it’s- embarrassing honestly. Because I had just met her, and I wanted to get to know her faster than I thought was possible. I didn't want to say it in this context, I didn't want it to feel rushed and unprepared because I really do care about you guys and your opinions more than anything, but I also really care about her- in a way that feels filled with potential."

"Hyung." Jimin suddenly speaks up, catching Namjoon's attention immediately.

"I don't mind- I don't think any of us mind that you found someone you're interested in. I think it's obvious we enjoy having a big family- and Y/N was so sweet. But…this only feels rushed because it sounds like you have something else to propose." Jimin says while a few others in the pack nod at his addition. Namjoon can only give a heavy sigh before proceeding.

"I'm sorry this happened this way- I will do it another time. When things hopefully work out or fall apart. I promise I'll come back to this. But, the most important part to discuss is- because of this incident, Y/N will need to be rehomed as soon as she's out of the hospital and ready. Until then she'd be in a shelter that's far too cramped."

"Namjoon, are you saying that someone we met once is to be rehomed with us?" Yoongi asks, using a tone that proves this conversation is not going to go as smoothly as planned.

"I'm not stating or implying it's underway. It's something I am suggesting that we talk about the possibility that our home is a safe place that she needs until she can get her feet on the ground or wherever it takes us. But, for now, a safe home."

"I want her here." Taehyung states without looking at any of the others.

"I'd love to hear more thoughts." Namjoon almost pleads.

"Is she even going to feel safe here?" Hoseok asks, looking wearily at the pack around him.

"I still have to talk to her after this, but I want her to at least have options. Her here, safe in this house, would be the best for her- other than that I'll have to figure it out if you guys aren't comfortable."

"She's really nice, and I felt okay around her. I know you guys make me feel safe. I want her to have that as well." Jungkook speaks up, seeming to have an overall effect on the group. Reminding everyone that they've done this before.

They've taken Jungkook in when the shelter kicked him out and in his attempts to flee he ended up hiding in their backyard as a bunny, nibbling on Seokjin's plants to get some type of food. He wouldn't shift for weeks, and it had Taehyung so perplexed by the little bunny's tolerance for lack of skin to skin contact.

"If we all agree, how would we care for her? She's not going to feel safe automatically, and she's going to need care that we aren't familiar with yet." Yoongi says logically.

"I work from home and will take full responsibility for her. I just want everyone to feel comfortable with her and for her to have a place to heal and keep her relationships. I want everyone to be okay with that before going through."

There's a thoughtful silence, before Seokjin speaks, starting the final decisions.

"I will help Namjoon take care of her, I enjoyed her company and I think that it's best to help others when we're so closely presented the opportunity to- no matter what it leads to."

"I still think the same. She'll be safe here, it's what's best, especially since she's a cheetah." Jungkook agrees again.

"I want her here." Taehyung plainly says again.

"I think her safety at the moment would be best, and Namjoon's judgment is the reason he's the pack leader. I trust you, Joonie-hyung." Jimin adds.

"I agree, and she was sweet and seemed like she needed us to bring her out of her shell, I think she could thrive with hybrids." Hoseok joins.

Everyone seems to turn and look at Yoongi at the same time, knowing that his disapproval changes the whole situation. Namjoon would come up with something else if he didn't want her to stay with them, he's okay with that as long as he can provide something for her.

"I trust you Joon-ah, I told you I don't think you'd ever hurt us. You know I'm just protective of our peace. As long as we can deal with everything as a pack, not just you and her with her needs and changes in behavior- I'm down. We are a pack, we act like one, even if she's not an official member yet."

Namjoon holds onto that 'yet', all the agreements, and the hope he has that Y/N takes this home into consideration.

Y/N

“Alright miss L/N, I’ll be your attorney in any possible cases that may be opened for testimonies and questioning. At the moment, there is enough evidence for detectives and a judge to have a tight self-defense case- but Leonord’s wife could sue for a few reasons and that is her choice, so in those cases I will be defending you free of charge through the re-homing organization. Sounds good so far?”

The lady is quite nice, despite having to sit in the most uncomfortable chair and being in another bright room. Y/N is just happy to have information on everything when it seems no one wanted to tell her anything. She’s still getting flashbacks to last night, to how similar it was to those other times- the only difference being the confidence she was able to obtain having healthy relationships and a roof to live under.

“Sounds good. But- I have a question.”

“Of course.”

“Do you know anything about the re-homing situation?”

“Legally, the organization has to immediately extract you from the home you were in where the incident happened. Even if this was a random incident, or if there was a happenstance that was not the homeowner’s fault or cause- the organization has to deem that home unsafe and thus wants to keep the hybrid’s wellbeing in mind above all.”

“Don’t people have to know about what I did when getting information to home me?” The lady gives her a flash of pity at that, immediately causing Y/N’s stomach to drop.

“Yes, the potential homes will need to know why you are being re-homed with as much information as legally available. But, you case is not-”

She cuts her off after she gets her answer, zoned out to think about all the ways she would be perceived in a time like this. She wouldn’t be re-homed. She’d end up in another shelter that has hybrids packed in like prison cells. She’d have to figure out who is safe and who’s not based solely on looks and conversations she’d rather not have at all.

“Miss L/N?” The attorney says, finally pulling Y/N’s attention onto her again.

“Sorry, I’m listening.”

“I have questioning records containing a Kim Namjoon? You know him personally, correct?”

“Yeah, he’s from the organization, we’re…friends. I was visiting him and his pack yesterday before I was driven home and-” She stops, knowing that the attorney knows everything already.

“I work with him, through the law firm. He’s in charge of hybrid cases in our offices, specifically for hybrid shelters.”

“Okay.”

“I would talk to him about information in the re-homing process.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think he’ll have more information for you that will help you in the process.” She gives her a small smile that she can’t even figure out in the context.

“Sure.” Is all she can say, confused and temples pounding from everything I’ve had to process in the past 24 hours.

‘Wanna have dinner together?’

Y/N stares at the confusing text from Namjoon. He does remember that she’s in the hospital, right? The fleeting thought of Namjoon sending this to another girl has reeling into more thoughts that make the first one not so fleeting. Just to make sure he’s not insane right now, she answers.

‘Yeah.’

It takes no time for her hospital room door to open and Namjoon to already be waltzing in with a bag of goodies she can’t pinpoint but can smell. And god, do they smell good. By the time he's up close and opening the bag she can't help but pinpoint her focus on the food he's pulling out rather than whatever he's saying. He finishes opening the containers with a little wave of his hands and pride on his face.

"Seokjin made everything, it's still warm since he just made it, but I thought I'd share it with you."

"What if I had said no?"

"I would've left the food and went on my way after checking up on you. Either way you're fed and I'm happy."

"I'm starting to see how much you and Taehyung have in common." Y/N states, giving him a small smile that in turn stops Namjoon in his tracks for some reason.

"Yeah, we, uh, we were the first of the pack. We found each other in a shelter." Namjoon says, taking his container of perfectly portioned foods and starts to eat.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, it was only a few years ago that I finally got out of there thanks to the organization. There's a lot more to talk about, but, yeah we were the first."

"The organization? You were-"

"A case? Yeah. I was in a shelter for a year, the longest they kept predators like me. The organization puts money into those in the shelters that are about to be kicked out to fend for themselves. I got lucky, extremely lucky. I met Taehyung in there and promised him I’d be back no matter what. I worked to push away all my hate for humans and what they’d done to those like me- I worked alongside them and was able to carve a place for myself in society. It took me almost exactly a year, but Taehyung is a year younger than me so I was able to get to him in time. Well, perfect timing- because his time as a predator was also up and instead of having to pay a large sum to a shelter that definitely didn’t deserve it I was able to just show up on the day he was released by them with nothing provided for his survival. I had my own little apartment by then and was able to afford to regularly donate to the organization. I scored an amazing job with lots of training, and with Taehyung’s help I was able to shut down that shelter and rehome all those inside of it. Sadly, a lot went to the organization’s shelters. But, they’re the best bet they have, really. They got the care they needed there, nonetheless.”

Hearing Namjoon’s story for the first time clicks things into place that seemingly weren’t as snuggly fit in as she thought they were. His kindness towards her no matter how she acted towards him, the amount of time and effort he put into volunteering and thus her, and the amount of truth behind his words when he voices his thoughts and concerns for her. It all finally presses into the crevices that were ready to fall apart in time of being disappointed. It’s as if a glowing hue of blue settles around him as she stares at him, watching him eat, watching him move. It’s odd to feel this way about someone, when she never had the luxury to even ‘like’ a person before. Now, she feels something deep in her gut- something that wants her to memorize every piece of him, every little breath and quirk of his features.

“What’s that look for?” Namjoon asks with an amused smile, pulling her out of the trance. But, it’s not a trance when that safe aura sticks to him even when she’s paying attention to the mundane current happenings.

“I don’t know.” She says honestly- she has no clue what it all means. But how awful would it feel if it ended? “You’re just, admirable.”

“I just wanted to do my best for him and myself.”

“That’s hard for a lot of people.” She says, mostly referring to herself.

“Nah, people just don’t give themselves enough credit. We’re all here just trying to live and search for something fulfilling.” Namjoon shoots back.

“Yeah. I guess.” Her heart clenches at his words. Fulfilling. Whatever she has with him could just be fulfilling, thus it’s a reason for her to keep trying.

“Namjoon.” She tries to get his attention. He only looks up at her in question.

“I met an attorney. One that mentioned she works with you.” She stirs around her still uneaten rice and veggies to get some courage to go on. “She told me to ask about the rehoming situation? Do you know why?”

His look alone is enough to tell her he does, but he doesn’t immediately say anything.

“I, uh, yeah-” he sets down his bowl of food before going on, preparing himself for something that she’s suddenly scared to find out. “I contacted her earlier today. That’s honestly, probably, why she got to talk to you so quickly. I kinda- Well I kinda asked her what the process would be like to suggest a home for you that isn’t on the official list, but is home to a volunteer.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know if there’s any perfect way to suggest this, but- I knew about the protocol the organization has in place for something like this, and I knew you would need to be rehomed. I’m in a position where I could- help.” He pauses before finishing. “Well, we could, my pack.”

“Namjoon.” She can’t get anything else out.

“I talked to them after leaving this morning. I just needed to discuss it and make sure that this was something that they were all okay with, and we are a large family so it needs to be well-conversed. They all are okay with it, and I know it’s going to take a ton of effort and planning and consideration on my part- I’m not taking this lightly at all. That’s the only reason I contacted her so fast, I just wanted to make sure that this was something that could be done before even bringing it up to you. I don’t want to ever give you false hope or feel like you can’t trust me or what I say- so I’ve really thought about it and all the guys have as well. We could share our home with you if you’d like. I’d like you to be a part of it.”

She can’t tell if it’s a feeling of instant relief, so quickly having left her body that she’s nauseous- or she’s just nauseous in general over the thought of her actually having this option. It could also be the fact that Namjoon truly cares with his whole being, it feels like. Living with his damn pack after a police investigation done on her that had him questioned. Living with his pack after meeting them once and sharing little awkward conversations. Living with his pack of seven guys that all seem to be totally okay with it. It’s the first that drives her the most mad.

“You don’t even know what I did.”

“You said you didn’t want to tell me right now. I respect that- and I trust you, Y/N.”

“Why? Why would they all agree and why-” She can’t even comprehend the consideration they’re taking.

“In the most basic way possible- we are hybrids that have been in shit positions before, they all vary and they all have their own story to tell, but we care about each other no matter what. We know what it’s like to not have anyone, or to finally find someone and try to lock onto them to keep safe and protected. It’s the animal in us that needs to form a pack, and that isn’t something as simple as human words can tell. It feels right- having you around.”

If he tells it in that way- animal instincts and such- it makes more sense. But it still doesn’t excuse the human part of her that did what it did. Hell, she’s sure her cheetah played a large role in what she did. Right now, though, she wants to hold onto this hope, and she wants to have something that isn’t just temporary or pity-filled. This is the best choice she has, being safe in the pack home, with Namjoon and Taehyung especially. She’ll have a chance to learn more about her cheetah more often and she can finally learn about other hybrids. If anything, Namjoon will hear what she did and will decide against keeping her there, and then she can figure it out. But for now, she has a chance to be safe. That’s all she wants right now.

“I have another deal to make.”

“Lemme hear it.”

“If I accept and you hear what I’ve done and you change your mind afterwards-” Namjoon looks as if he’ll speak but she gives him a pointed look. “If you change your mind, then I will find an alternative through the system and deal with my own consequences accordingly. If I accept and you hear what I’ve done but feel as though it doesn’t change your comfort, then I will need something to do. I can’t live with you for free as someone who’s not a part of the pack. Whatever you decide that fits my schedule, I will help around the house.”

“As pack leader-” Namjoon holds out his hand for her to grab onto, his warmth immediate and addicting. “You have a deal.”

#bts au #bts fic #namjoon au #namjoon x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts hybrid au #bts hybrid fic

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Pairing ➪ Reader x Yoongi||Part 53//??

Word count ➪ 2.7k

Warnings ➪ it’s not beta-ed; any mistakes are mine; cursing; alcohol; toxic family dynamics; if your name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

A/n: Hey besties. Here’s a new one for y’all. I swear we’re not always gonna be angsty, but let’s be real it’s gonna be like this for a bit. Also thank you to all the besties that binge read this fic and WWDITS and my other works. I really appreciate y’all 💕 As always feedback is appreciated and if you want to be added to the tag list please let me know 💕

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Bee

16:55

I’m dropping Haneul off with Seokjin.

18:01

You can let yourself in.

Yoongi had spent hours in agony trying to muster up a proper apology. His brothers had given him the scolding of a lifetime. He knew his hyung never said he was disappointed in him, out loud, but Jungkook was another issue. His younger brother didn’t have to verbalize his disappointment, his attitude said it all. Jungkook was communicating the bare minimum needed, his face was always neutral. Yoongi felt like he deserved the youngest’s cold treatment.

They talked as they worked. Yoongi felt like he hadn't spoken to his friends intimately in a long time. Seokjin had offered to be there as a neutral party, but they decided it was a conversation best done alone. His hyung decided to look after Hanuel instead, offering that she spend the night, in case Yoongi needed space afterwards. His brothers helped straighten his thoughts out, suggesting he make a list of his major points as to prevent any further miscommunication. Jungkook also encouraged him to be honest about his parents, Minji, and his feelings about her, if he felt comfortable of course.

Yoongi wanted to stall going home, but his brothers had left as soon as they finished their part. Seokjin would go to his place first to receive Hani, while Jungkook picked up Jinwoo. He wanted to get lost in the pile of paperwork in front of him, but it was useless. No matter how much he wanted to avoid the situation, it would still be there the longer he stayed sitting in his office.

Yoongi had spent the drive home calming himself down. He knew he fucked up by lashing out, and he’s not above admitting his wrong doings when he’s called out on his shit. He just hopes it’s not too late to fix things.

___ has been stress cleaning her house for the last few hours. She had even made it into a game with Haneul, and the toddler enjoyed feeling included. An hour in Hani retreated into her favorite corner on the sectional, burrito wrapped in her favorite halloween blanket. By 5:15 pm Seokjin was waving her off with Hani on his hip.

By 5:54 pm Bee had vacuumed her living room, rearranged her cutlery, fixed her spice cabinet, made two types of tea, and stress screeched. At first she was dead-set on refusing to speak with Yoongi, but after seeing her tweet, Jungkook texted her:

“He knows he fucked up, we’ve told him why, and how he fucked up. You guys need to talk. You don’t have to forgive him afterwards, but let him explain some things to you. I’m not excusing him, or trying to apologize for him.”

Knowing Jungkook was in her corner made Bee confident. She’d hear Yoongi out for her best friend’s sake, but after this she was sure she’d be avoiding him for a while. By 6:10 pm the dial tones of her door being unlocked alerted her of Yoongi’s arrival. Bee heard the rustle of paper bags, and clashing containers. She could hear the older man flicking his shoes off, and his keys jingling. It felt like any other night when they would eat dinner together; Lo-fi was gently playing in the background, Bee had cleaned up Hani’s play corner, and was wondering if take-out or a big bowl of cereal was going to be tonight’s dinner.

Yoongi walked into Bee’s living room, sleeves rolled up and wrinkled, two big paper bags, and his black tote bag. He quasi-lifted the bags, “Sorry for being late. I brought chinese food, and some soju to help us be a little less tense.” ___ nodded in acknowledgement, making her way to her kitchen to grab cups.

They ate their dinner in silence, little butterflies fluttering in ___’s tummy because Yoongi had remembered her order, and that she preferred peach soju. Neither of them had opened a bottle yet, opting to save them for when their talk would officially begin. Bee pushed her spicy orange chicken around, noticing Yoongi wasn’t faring any better. He had yet to touch his sweet and sour pork, or his black bean noodles. Neither of them could pretend to have appetites.

___ put their containers back into the take out bags, double checking that the containers were properly sealed. She came back with the chilled bottles of soju, pouring a shot for herself and Yoongi. Bee nodded at him, mumbling a small ‘cheers' downing the large shot. She cringed, waiting for Yoongi to drink his.

Yoongi hesitated, but eventually drank the initial large shot, and quickly drank another. It looked like ___ wasn’t the only one who needed liquid courage to get through tonight. “I’m sorry,” Yoongi croaked, “I shouldn’t have lashed out at you. I shouldn’t have said that you weren’t my friend. I shouldn’t have said anything horrible to you.”

“Why did you,” she asked.

Yoongi sighed, “I haven’t been entirely honest with what’s been going on with my parents. We got into a fight, well my mother and I did.”

“What does that have to do with what you said,” Bee quipped. She poured herself another shot, wanting to keep up with the older man.

Yoongi watched her drink her second shot. He waited for her glass to be placed down to pour another one for the both of them. They clinked their glasses together, mumbling small ‘cheers’. “Remember when I told you about Hani’s birth mom?” ___ nodded. “Well, that was the short, non-shit show version of it.” The older man poured her another shot, drinking his straight from the bottle to get the remnants. “What’s the shit show version, “she asked as she drank her fourth shot.

Her friend scoffed, “The shit show version? Currently I'm still living it.” Yoongi slouched further onto the floor, back meeting her couch at a curve. “Minji, and I had known each other for a year when she found out she was pregnant. We had been freshly broken up, maybe a month or so when she told me. It was too late for a termination, so she decided to tell me of what she planned. Originally, she was going to give up Hani for adoption. While I respected her choice of not wanting to be a parent, I didn’t want that. I asked for full custody of my daughter. It took a while for her to accept, but she agreed. Around the fourth month mark, when she started to show, we agreed that we had to tell my parents. We did, well, Minji did for the most part. Mom couldn’t fathom a woman not wanting to keep her child, so she tried to convince Minji to stay.”

“Is that why your mom hates me? She thinks I’m trying to replace Hani’s mom,” Bee says. Yoongi shakes his head in disapproval, “You can’t replace what she never had.”

“Your mom seems to think so,” she replied.

“My mom,” Yoongi starts, “My mother is complicated. She thinks she knows best, even if you explain to her why you’re choosing to do something and how it's better for you, she still believes she’s in the right.” The older man reaches over for an unopened bottle of soju, wanting to pour himself another shot before he gets to the nitty, gritty parts.

The pair drink another two drinks back to back to continue. “Mom begged, pleaded, attempted to compromise with Minji, but she wouldn’t change her mind. I always told mom to back off, this was Minji’s choice and we should respect it.”

“Were you ever scared that Minji would change her mind,” ___ asked.

“Yes, and no,” Yoongi answered. “Back then I would’ve been ecstatic if Minji had wanted to co-parent. We would’ve figured it out, somehow. More than anything I feared that she would give in to what my mom wanted, at the time it was for her to stay against her will. Mom wanted us to be a ‘family’. I think she was trying to save face.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember when I told you about my grandparents not really being there for my aunt and mom,” Yoongi brought up. Bee nodded, egging him to continue. “Mom had to raise my aunt. My grandmother was always working, and doing who knows what, with whomever she decided was her date for the week. Now those are my mom’s words not mine. From what I’ve always been able to tell, mom always craved some form of validation that she didn’t get from my grandparents.”

“What about her father?”

Yoongi shrugged, “Dunno, s’far as I know mom’s dad wasn’t really there either. Mom said he was always working too. Grandma got remarried sometime around them being older, not really sure, we stopped talking to her when I was really young. I don’t remember much of her. Grandpa passed before I was born, so I never met him.”

“M’sorry,” Bee whispered. Yoongi reached over for the soju once more, “S’kay.” While he was busy, ___ took a moment to really look at the older man. His face had grown flush from how quickly they were ingesting the alcohol. His button up, which is usually crisp, is wrinkled. His left thumbnail has been picked at, and his hair is disheveled. Bee stands up from the floor, a bit wobbly at that, making her way to get her band aid kit. She comes back signaling Yoongi to sit on the couch instead of the hard floor. ___ cleans the picked nails, reminding herself to be gentle every time Yoongi hisses at the sting of the disinfectant wipe. She finishes him off with some hello kitty band aids, specially chosen for her by her niece. “There, now, please stop picking at them. It's bad for you, and Hanuel could pick up the habit,” she says.

Yoongi nodded, pouting like a scolded child, inspecting his bandages. “Thank you. I’ve been trying to stop. These are cute, did you get them because of Hani?” ___ shook her head, “Nope. My niece likes to give me random things sometimes; rocks, drinks with cute bottles, stickers, cute band aids. She’s like a penguin.” The older man smiled, taking in the little designs, “I like them, might steal them from you.”

___ scoffed, “The hell you will, those are MY special band aids. You’re lucky I even let you have some.” She watched as Yoongi let out a jovial laugh, “Okay, okay, I get it they’re yours.” In the midst of that Bee hadn’t realized how close she’d gotten to Yoongi. Their thighs were pressed against each other, shoulders were clashing, and she could feel the heat coming off of him. This close up she could see his beauty marks, as well as imperfections on his skin. His eyes were a beautiful color of chocolate brown, and were even more charming with his eyes having mismatching lids. His lips were glossy, a bit bitten, and rosy. In the last few months of knowing the older man he’d grown his hair out to his shoulders, and it drove her crazy with how good it looked on him. He’d put it up in a half bun, from how often it bothered him, but he refused to cut it. His face creeped closer, and she could smell the alcohol and mint from his daily gum chewing. She wanted to give in, to kiss the handsome man in front of her. Get lost in each other for the night hoping that it would solve everything, but it wasn’t just them, they had Haneul to think about.

___ turned away, picking up the trash from helping Yoongi. The older man sighed, “M’sorry, we shouldn’t be doing that.” Bee nodded in agreement, “Continue with your story.”

Yoongi leaned his head back, trying to remember, “Where were we?” “Minji and 50/50 custody,” ___ answered. He snapped his fingers in response, “Right! So, mom couldn’t fathom a woman, or anyone not wanting to be a parent, she was determined to change Minji’s mind. Obviously that didn’t happen. In the last months of her pregnancy my mom tried to convince Minji that everyone is scared, blah, blah, blahh. It got to the point where my mother told me, not asked, that she would be taking custody of my daughter.”

___ stared at her older friend in surprise, “What? You can’t be serious?”

“As a heart attack dude,” he replied. “It didn’t help that I had fought with her a few days before.”

“Was it over Minji,” Bee asked.

“No,” Yoongi answered, “Remember how I said my aunt has control issues?” ___ shrugged, a little confused, but it could also be the soju not helping her memory, “I don’t, but not to sound disrespectful, if she’s anything like your mother I don’t need the runthrough.”

Yoongi splayed himself across the couch, making sure his head was facing Bee, “If you think my mom is a handful, oof, my auntie is worse. Anyways, I got into a fight with my mom over my auntie being too controlling over my cousins, I’ll tell you about that another day, but the gist of it was me feeling like my mom was trying to control my decisions. Even though I had already made a plan, was executing that plan, and had made that plan with Minji. That fight led my mother into telling me she would take custody of Hani until me and Minji got our shit together. Which made me angry, obviously, I’m a grown man, I knew what I was doing. Knowing my mother we would never get Hani back until we met her terms. She tried until the last moment to convince Minji, but thankfully she never changed her mind. The first 6 or so months of Hanuel’s life, my parents were not involved at all. Ever since I allowed, sorry, ever since my mother decided she would ‘forgive me for not taking her advice’, it has been an annoying fight of back and forth. She was always trying to push the boundaries I set, and I would push back. It hadn’t gotten as bad as it did then, than the current fight we’re in. She’s demanded custody of Hani a handful of times because I won't listen to her.”

___ felt her throat dry a bit, feeling guilty, “I’m sorry being friends with me has caused so many issues with your parents.”

Yoongi waved his hand in dismissal. “The issues with my mother have been ongoing for gods know how long. Don’t feel bad.”

“Is that why you got mad at me,” she asked, “because I didn’t give you a choice?”

The older man nodded slightly, “I know you were truly only trying to help me, but it made me feel frustrated. I know what you did is completely different from my mother’s actions, but for a moment I felt like I was back in my parent’s kitchen being told that my daughter wouldn’t be with me. I’m sorry for lashing out at you.”

Bee sniffled, “It’s okay, it’s not, but I understand now. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I just wanted to help because I care about Haneul, and about you. I didn’t want you getting stressed out over your work, and Hani being uncomfortable at your office.”

“I’m also sorry for saying you’re not my friend,” he adds. “I don’t know what to call what we are, we’ve gone past being friends.”

“Heh, platonic besties raising a kid,” ___ jokes.

Yoongi chortled, “Sure, why not. Actually, Jungkookie and Jinnie Hyung would probably fight us over that title.”

“Aren’t they dating? I swear Kookie spends more time at Seokjin’s than at his place,” she asks.

“So get this…”

They spent the rest of the night trying to figure out if their respective best friends are somehow more, apologizing to each other, and Yoongi spilling his family’s dirty laundry. Not once did they dare speak about the quasi-kiss, but it made ___ more aware of the older man’s lingering stares. The way he clinged to her every word, and how his body leaned more into her. They didn’t know what they were, but they didn’t need to know now. They’d figure it out, eventually.

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armysantiny · 2 years ago

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-[seokjin; soft bf headcanon

The way I was moments away from calling this a soft husband headcanon

It would have the same meaning either way and you know it

Seokjin is husband material. Period

But yes! You and Seokjin <3

The two of you met while out shopping

Seokjin had wanted to buy something for his desk, and you very conveniently had something very similar in your basket

So he musters up the courage to ask you what aisle you found it, and he kinda expected the conversation to die there, you know?

But being the angel that you are ofc, you offered to show him exactly where the aisle was

Seokjin will remember this (insert LiS music here)

A conversation on what the two of you prefer heads to games – somehow, don’t ask me – and numbers get exchanged

You’re the first to make the initial text, wishing him well and that’s the start of a great friendship between the two of you

Once you start dropping by each other’s house, y’all are spending every fortnight having a drama and movie marathon, swapping location and catering duties accordingly

...you both decide that Seokjin’s ‘tv nights’ are better lol

Have you seen that man in the kitchen? My point exactly

Although he does let you bring the snacks

How nice :D

Eventually, all of Seokjin’s playful charm starts hitting you a little more than usual

Your confession is straight up out of a book and guess what? Your feelings are returned! Huzzah!

Welcome to the wonderful world of receiving morning my love <3 texts followed by several pet names of Jin’s choosing

Dotes on you constantly. There is not a day without this man giving you forehead kisses at every possible moment

He drapes his arms over you and does that penguin-waddle thing whenever you’re around to visit

It gets worse (/jk) when you take that step to move in lol – he drops all of his weight on you and gets comfy

Those tv nights? Yeah – that’s date night now

Seokjin is so ridiculously fond of hearing your excitement when you both get down to planning a night out together

Absolutely loves dressing to the nines and acting like you’re both royalty

Does he want to record your laugh he jokes with you in the car? Yes. Yes he does

Takes candid pictures of you with you’re waiting for your meal and makes them his screensavers

His home background is the both of you, of course~

As much as he loves his regular, planned dates with you, Seokjin is a sucker for unplanned ones where you wander the high street together

You find some of your favourite couple pieces on those days out

When he gets to meet your friends, they take to him immediately—

He takes care of everyone and you love him for it

Another one for the if you don’t keep him, we’ll take him#

Seokjin is regularly invited to group outings – he’s basically part of the group now

Adored by your family. Absolutely loved, I tell you <3

He’s the perfect son-in-law and already has all the aunties fawning over him

Fishing? Yep, that’s every uncle and dad ever convinced that he is The One

Enjoy the ensuing when are you going to get married? brand of questions now~

Seokjin’s not shy of the odd display of PDA, but he’s not here making out with you in broad daylight

That’s saved for the comfort of your own home lol

Dotes out forehead and hand kisses when you’re walking together

Holds your hand and even swings it when he wants to see that pretty smile of yours

You forgot your coat and it’s getting cold?

“Here, wear mine love.”

Even – and especially – when you’re drowning in it

Immediately starts cooing over how cute you look in his coat

Plays with your coat paws as you’re holding hands and he’s a blushing mess

He’s whipped for you, what else? :D

Very much hides the fact that he’s fantasized about marrying you and being able to call himself your husband

Please marry this man—

He’s on his knees for you (sometimes literally)

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shadowofahope · 2 years ago

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Christmas/holiday prompt #1 with Jin please! 💙

Christmas Miracle

Pairing: Jin!roommate x reader roommate Premise: Stuck in your apartment due to the rapidly approaching storm, it would take a Christmas miracle to change your grinch of a mood or maybe two? Prompt: "Are you eating cookies right now? It's 3 AM!" "If Santa can do it so can I."

"Holy shit! What are you doing?!"Jin screeches as he enters your shared kitchen. You had technically been sitting at the island in the dark so it wasn't too surprising that you scared him when he turned the light on, either way you didn't flinch.

He jumped so easily to which you found out very quickly when you two first moved in together. Your friendship grew close over the span of 3 years being in each others spaces. He had met your friends, and you met his. You also joined him and his friends visiting his home quite a few times, his parents and brother were welcoming when you showed up the first time. Even now his mum occasionally called you asking how you were, directly wanting to speak to you.

You had grown accustomed to what you two were now.... and if some part of you may have grown to yearn for more, no one needed to know.

“Well after a long therapy inducing video call with my mother, informing her that I will not be making it home for Christmas because of the storm….. I was in need of some guilt food.” You wave the homemade baked good in the air, somehow like it explained everything.

"Are you eating cookies right now? It's 3AM!" He huffs, taking the seat next, giving you his unsubtle side glance. He did that when he was worried but assumed it was better not to say anything.

"If Santa can do it so can I...." You mumble taking another large bite of the sugar cookie. Mouth full you still ask him, "When are you leaving?"

"In about 2 hours" He snatches the cookie out of your hand taking a bite for himself, you stare at him in shock and betrayal, unbothered he continues munching. "The storm report says it's coming in around 6am, I want to be either at my parents or close to by that point."

"Smart move." You agree, grabbing at the last part of the cookie before he can stop you you shove it into your mouth chewing vigorously to swallow it down.

"So what's your plan now?" He doesn't make a move to retaliate, so you assume he's accepted it as he takes is phone out of his pocket and begins tapping on the screen. Probably one of those daily games he plays so much.

"Stay here?" Shrugging at your own suggestion. "Eat my share of cookies I made, binge a show? Who knows I might get a little wild."

"You? Wild?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Call it a Christmas miracle."

"Do you want to spend Christmas with me and my family?" He asks, any hint of mocking from before is gone.

"Hah?" That wasn't the politest response you could have given but atleast you hadn't choked.

"My brother and his wife are already there, they'd both love to see you again." He gives you genuine smile. "Not to mention my parents."

"But is that really ok? I don't want to intrude on anything." There was no way he couldn't hear how loudly your heart was beating, and if he couldn't he must be deaf. The whole neighbourhood could probably hear it.

"Of course! Plus you're already packed. It's a win-win." Clearly your face doesn't share his confidence. "Look I'll prove it."

He looks at his phone, doing something on it before placing it on the marbled counter top.

"Wha-" You're cut off from asking anything else, his phone rings aloud only once before the line is picked up.

'Seokjin, is everything ok?'

"Yes mum, can you please tell y/n you already said it's ok for her to spend Christmas with us?" He smirks at you.

'Y/N dear, of course it's more than ok!'

"Mrs. Kim, thank you so much, but what are you doing awake at this time of night?"

'We're all waiting until Seokjin gets here, the storm is too worrisome for us to sleep.'

'IS THAT JINNIE?' You hear a voice boom from the background of her call.

'Yes it's your brother. Y/N will be joining us for Christmas this year.'

'Y/N!' You hear him cheerfully call to you, you can't help but laugh and give a small hello. 'About time Jinnie finally grew a pair and asked you out. I was loosing all hope for him.'

You don't know what to say, your brain short circuits. Grow a pair? Ask you out? What just happened.

"I'll text you when we leave, Bye!" Jin hangs up hastily, giving you a sheepish smile then averting his gaze. But you're stuck looking at him.

"...Jin..." You take a moment to calm yourself, his brother may have just been joking. "What was your brother talking about 'loosing hope'?"

"Uh ha ha." He looks at you again, before giving an audibly shaky exhale. "I didn't really plan to talk to you about this until after Christmas, but um- you see, over these past years of living together and being really good friends I've realized my feelings for you have changed. My family also knows that they've changed and they've been nagging at me to tell you, because in some weird delusion they think you might feel the same way."

'Feel the same way' you both felt the same way?

"And I'll take any Christmas miracle for that to be true. I really would like to be more for you..."

"Well," You start slowly. "It looks like one of us is getting their miracle."

You let out an airy chuckle, before relaxing. You gave Jin's shoulder a little bump snapping out of his stuper.

"Or maybe both? I can still be a little wild at my in-laws place." You snatch another cookie off the plate, leaving your seat and heading to your room to grab any last minute things. But that doesn't mean you're out of earshot to hear him shout from the kitchen.

"THANK YOU CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!"

#bts prompts #bts jin #bts seokjin #christmas prompts #jin x reader #mutual pining #and they were roommates

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94ishlove · 3 years ago

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Photo Tag Game 📸

Post your lock screen, home screen, last song and last photo taken.

I was tagged by @still-with-koo! Thank you so much darling! 💕

The last photo I took was from part of my home; I'm a bit of a fan of vintage things lol

Tagging: @kimchokejin @namjoonsmissingairpods @cosyserendipity @pinkbeanjin @hopeonthestreets and @hobipost! Feel free to ignore, of course!

#tagged #still-with-koo #kimchokejin #namjoonsmissingairpods #cosyserendipity #pinkbeanjin #hopeonthestreets #hobipost #of course Seokjin is my home background!#was tempted to make it one with his RJ + Koya hat but couldn't find a decent picture #Inge talks

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theharrowing · 2 years ago

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Smile Pretty for the Camera

Namjoon's good friends Jimin and Jungkook are always coming up with schemes to make extra money, and when he learns they plan to shoot a porn he's not too surprised. They are, after all, the hot, confident power couple of the friend group. What Namjoon does not expect, however, is Jimin confessing that he would like to rail Namjoon while Jungkook films.

🎥 Namjoon x Jimin + a hint of Jungkook

🎥 word count: 11.7k

🎥 platonic sex, poly, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

🎥 warnings: Just two bros platonically having sex on camera! top jimin & bottom namjoon, (rough) blow job, ass to mouth, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, healthy communication!

🎥 written for the Bottom Joon Fest!

🎥 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🎥 posted aug. 2022 | read on ao3

Jimin: Hyung! SOS! Are you busy?

Namjoon stares at his phone and sighs. He's in class, so he's technically not busy, but he's not not busy.

Namjoon: In class. What's up?

Jimin: Jeonggukie and I have a favor to ask you. Call when you have a sec?

Namjoon: Sure.

When it comes to Jimin and Jeongguk, there's truly no telling what sort of favors they may be asking for. Though never too illegal or truly nefarious, they're always up to something, usually over-the-top.

Namjoon watches the clock for the next thirty minutes, antsy to hear what his friends want from him. As the member of the friend group who cooks the least and doesn't have a driver's license, he tends to be on the mastermind side of schemes rather than the guy who gets called to participate. That's typically Yoongi or Hoseok, or Seokjin or Taehyung if they’re in the mood.

Once class is over, Namjoon stops off at the café kiosk just outside of his building to grab an iced coffee, anticipating a night of studying to come. Unless, of course, whatever Jimin and Jeongguk need involves him staying up late...one can never be sure what to expect.

The line is always short right when Namjoon gets out of class, and he lucks out, quickly grabbing an iced beverage and heading toward his on-campus apartment. Once he's a block from the more crowded area, walking beneath ginkgo trees that have begun to drop their yellowing leaves, Namjoon takes out his cellphone and calls Jimin, who picks up on the first ring.

"Hyung," Jimin pants, "hey, uh, are you busy tonight?"

Namjoon should say he is busy. Next week is the beginning of his mid-term exams, and he likes to get a headstart on his studying. But against his better judgment, Namjoon says, "Nah, what's up?"

"So—uh—here's the thing, we—um—Jeongguk and I—" Jimin stammers nervously.

In the background, Namjoon can hear Jeongguk huff and say, "Give me the phone, Jiminah."

Namjoon scoffs. Jimin, of all people, does not get nervous easily. Whatever he wants to ask for must be pretty big.

"Joon-hyung," Jeongguk says over the phone.

"Hey Gguk," Namjoon responds before taking a sip from his iced coffee.

"I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Jiminah and I have been scheming ways to make money."

"As you do," Namjoon interjects.

"Right. Yeah. So, would you—uh—be willing to—" Jeongguk clears his throat and mutters, "Shit, why is this so difficult," under his breath.

"Wanna meet up for drinks?" Namjoon suggests. He, Jimin and Jeongguk are far looser with their lips and their moral codes after a couple of drinks.

"S-sure," Jeongguk says, "yeah, let's do that. What time is good for you?"

"I'm almost home. I can drop off my stuff, clean up and be ready in an hour? 7ish?"

"Sounds good."

"Usual spot?"

"Yeah, cool, see you then, hyung."

"See you troublemakers then," Namjoon says and hangs up. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself. Whatever these two have up their sleeves must be a real doozy.

Jimin and Jeongguk are more done up than usual, and especially for this mediocre bar just off campus, they really stand out. Jeongguk's long, dark hair hangs in waves over his eyes, and he deviated from his norm of drowning in oversized clothing to wear a tight black turtleneck tucked into fitted blue jeans.

Jimin has his dark hair coiffed on one side, hanging over his forehead on the other, and he wears a purple turtleneck tucked into bright blue slacks. Both men have chains glimmering over their shirts, and they look gorgeous—always the most stunning two in the room—but Namjoon wonders if they would rather relocate to a club where they would blend in a bit more.

Namjoon also wonders if he should have tried a little harder with his outfit. He looks good in his simple black long-sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans, but he didn't accessorize, and he feels very dressed down next to them. The bar they're in is a run-of-the-mill college bar with all wooden everything covered in scratches and graffiti, with patrons dressed as if they just got out of class, so even compared to this scene, Namjoon put in some effort.

"Shots?" Jimin suggests before even saying hi, and Namjoon chuckles and says, "Sure, if that's what you want!"

Jimin scurries off to the bar, and Jeongguk stays with Namjoon, leaning against the tall table he stands at. Sometimes, if they're lucky, they can score a few stools, but it's crowded tonight, so they lean with their elbows against the sticky surface.

"So, you guys have been scheming again?" Namjoon asks, breaking the tense silence.

Jeongguk nods, staring toward the bar where Jimin is, in a daze. "Wanna get a pitcher?" he asks.

"Sure," Namjoon responds, chuckling at Jeongguk's deflection. He must want to wait for Jimin to return, which is fair.

"I can get that quick," Jeongguk offers, and Namjoon nods. He had already held down the fort long enough; he doesn't mind doing it again while the boys get libations.

Namjoon doesn't have to wait long, despite how crowded the place is, and he watches as Jimin comes cradling three shots in his tiny fingers, and Jeongguk carries a pitcher of beer in one hand and three stacked, frosted glasses in the other, only moments later.

"Bottom's up!" Jimin shouts the moment the shots hit the table, and Namjoon grabs one and waits for Jeongguk to empty his hands and grab his.

They shoot back the sweet clear liquid that might be strawberry-flavored vodka, and everyone winces and frowns through it. Namjoon does the honor of pouring everyone pints of beer, taking the shitty first pour that's mostly foam for himself, and hands Jimin and Jeongguk theirs.

Jimin stands closest to Namjoon and occasionally looks like he wants to say something, but then bites his bottom lip and says something completely unrelated to their scheme. It's easy to pass the time bullshitting with the two of them, and Namjoon doesn't mind waiting; Jimin has endless stories from his dance class and teaching internship, and Jeongguk is always working on some strange videography project.

It's when Namjoon is emptying the pitcher into their cups, only partially filling each one, that Jeongguk offers to get another pitcher, and Jimin leans a little too close to Namjoon, muttering, "Yes, please, I am nearly ready to confess my heart to this buff, pretty man."

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and scoffs as he walks toward the bar, and Namjoon holds his hands open, ready to catch Jimin in case he wobbles himself completely off-balance. Although Jimin acts like an absolute fool, he's far from being drunk; he very quickly becomes touchy and light on his toes and may appear wasted to the untrained eye when he is merely tipsy.

"Confess your heart?" Namjoon teases, voice coming out a little lower than he anticipated.

Jimin blushes and straightens himself out, turning toward the table. Namjoon can tell he's avoiding eye contact, making him appear even cuter; shyness really suits Jimin. "Joonie-hyung, how comfortable are you with being filmed?"

Namjoon is surprised by the question, mainly because Jeongguk has filmed him before for his various projects, and while Namjoon isn't always the most comfortable, he can typically ease into it and do what needs to be done as long as it doesn't involve too much acting.

"You know I don't mind being filmed. Does Jeongguk have another project that he needs help with?"

"N-not exactly," Jimin says, eyes still on the table.

"Is this related to you two trying to find ways to make money?"

Jimin blushes, and Jeongguk returns with a fresh pitcher in his hand, looking between Jimin’s shy expression and Namjoon’s curious one. "Catch me up," Jeongguk says as he picks up Namjoon's glass and begins to fill it.

"Jimin asked me if I feel comfortable with being filmed, and I told him, of course, I'm happy to help you two with a project."

"Ah," Jeongguk says, placing Namjoon's beer down. "It's not exactly a project, hyung. It's more of a, uh...business venture..."

Namjoon racks his brain trying to come up with what he could possibly help the two of them with, business-wise. He can't really dance, and that's the only business he knows of that Jimin is involved in.

"What kind of business?" Namjoon asks.

"Porn!" Jimin shouts, then pulls his beer to his mouth to take a big gulp.

Oh. "Oh."

Jimin does not elaborate and Jeongguk pinches the bridge of his nose with his eyes squeezed shut. Videography student Jeongguk and contemporary dancer Jimin making money by fucking on camera comes as no shock to Namjoon, but he can't figure out where he fits into the equation. Jimin and Jeongguk are a couple—and a hot couple at that; what would they need him to be involved for? The only thing he can think of is—

"You want me to film you two having sex?" Namjoon asks.

"N-not exactly," Jimin mutters.

Jeongguk takes a drink of his beer, sets it down, and straightens himself out, suddenly appearing more self-assured. "If we're going to break into the porn market, we gotta do this right. Soft lighting, intentional camera angles...things that would only come as second nature to me."

"S-so you would be behind the camera?" Namjoon clarifies.

Suddenly the room feels very warm. Namjoon shifts on his feet and tries not to appear as nervous as he is beginning to feel.

"That's right," Jeongguk says.

"And you want me t-to—"

"Fuck me," Jimin interjects, looking at Namjoon with wide, worried eyes. "Well, actually, we want me to fuck you. I-if you'd be into that sort of thing."

Namjoon isn't necessarily shocked by their scheme; he just never really thought something like this would happen. Jimin and Jeongguk have both called Namjoon handsome and are very loose and free with complimenting him, especially lately as he's begun to bulk up; he just wouldn't have expected they would want him sexually.

"Hyung," Jeongguk says, "please say something."

Namjoon pulls himself from his thoughts, blinking and looking between the two of them, who stare back nervously.

"Are you sure?" is all Namjoon can think of to say, and he's not sure why he bothers asking such a question when they clearly are sure; otherwise, why would they go through the hassle of asking him in the first place.

"Which part?" Jimin asks.

"Th-the entire thing," Namjoon says, clearing his throat. Suddenly he's the one who can't look either of them in the eye, and he fidgets with his glass of beer between his fingers. "I mean, obviously, there are some risks involved in filming porn, but you already know about that, and I trust you two to make the right choices for your bodies."

Namjoon swallows a lump in his throat, attempting to gather his thoughts before be can continue. "But—but me? You want me? You two are smoking hot, and Jeongguk could always set up the camera and tell me what to do if you wanted to both star—"

"I want you," Jimin interjects.

Namjoon's words die in his throat, and he tears his eyes from his pint to look at Jimin. Jimin, who is so beautiful and so, so handsome. Jimin, with his tight, muscular body and pouty, pretty lips. Namjoon's heart beats heavily, and he feels as if the air has suddenly shifted in density.

"Me?" Namjoon asks again, feeling dumbfounded.

Jimin nods, and Namjoon looks to Jeongguk, who watches Namjoon with a curious expression.

"Wh-why?"

Jimin scoffs and takes a step closer, directly into Namjoon's personal space. Namjoon can smell a light, citrus and floral scent coming from Jimin, and he inhales a shaky breath.

"Why?" Jimin asks incredulously, looking at Namjoon as if he's just said something unbelievably ridiculous. "Well, for starters, you're fucking hot."

Namjoon can feel his cheeks fill with warmth, and he wonders if, under the dim bar lights, they can see him blush.

"You're also sweet and trustworthy," Jimin continues.

"And someone as big and buff as you getting topped by a pixie like Jimin would bring in bank," Jeongguk adds.

"You wouldn't mind watching your boyfriend fuck me?" Namjoon asks, glancing between Jeongguk and Jimin.

Both men smirk and Jeongguk shrugs as he says, "It was my idea."

Namjoon picks up his beer and takes a slow, long drink as his head absolutely spins. Getting fucked by Jimin does sound like a dream come true, and there's something about Jeongguk watching that he finds enticing. He just struggles to wrap his head around the thought of them wanting him.

"What do you think, hyung?" Jimin asks with a pout, jutting out his pretty lower lip. Namjoon melts a bit and chuckles, allowing himself to consider the idea without feeling so tense.

"I'm flattered," Namjoon starts. "And I'm—I would definitely let you fuck me." Now his cheeks are blazing hot, and Jimin's wide, eager smile doesn't help matters at all. "I guess I'm just a little shocked, is all. But I'm not opposed to the idea...I am nervous about being filmed having sex, but I trust you guys."

"Really?" Jimin asks excitedly, bouncing up and down.

Jeongguk chuckles at Jimin, then he leans on the table, eyes on Namjoon. "If you decide at any point you want to stop and scrap the entire thing, we won't argue or ask any questions. And you'll be included in whatever money we make, if things go according to plan, obviously. We want you to feel like an equal, and we want you to be comfortable."

"You really think it would be hot to watch Jimin fuck me?"

Jeongguk's eyes glimmer with something dark and playful. "Even if you didn't want to be filmed, I would still be very interested in watching that."

"Really?" Namjoon knows he should stop feeling so surprised, but he can't help it.

Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow and plays with his lip ring with his teeth. "Absolutely, hyung."

"When?"

Jeongguk shrugs, and Jimin looks between Jeongguk and Namjoon expectantly.

"Tonight is probably too soon," Jeongguk mutters.

Tonight is definitely probably too soon. It feels overwhelming and intimidating, and Namjoon becomes dizzy at the thought. But, he wonders when he wouldn't feel that way.

Namjoon chugs the last half of his beer and says, "Yeah, tonight might be too soon, but I don't think I would ever really be ready, so...we could try it tonight...i-if you wanted to."

Jimin's face brightens with excitement, mouth falling agape, and Jeongguk smirks as if trying to bite back his surprise.

"Alright," Jeongguk mutters. "Shall we?"

Jimin and Jeongguk slam their glasses of beer. There's still a little more beer leftover in the pitcher, but they abandon it. Jimin links hands with Jeongguk and with Namjoon and tugs them along to the exit. No words are spoken on the walk back to their apartment; they only live six blocks away, in the same student apartment neighborhood as Namjoon, which is part of why they frequent that bar.

Outside their complex, Jeongguk walks ahead to unlock the front door, and Jimin continues to hold onto both of them, forming a little chain of bodies. Namjoon likes the feeling of his hand being tugged forward by Jimin's smaller hand. He likes the warmth, both physically and emotionally, as he's led to do something he still can't quite wrap his head around but that he wants very much.

Jeongguk and Jimin live on the second level at the end of the hall. For the most part, the complex is quiet, with some music coming from an apartment here and there, and Namjoon hopes that whatever noise they make won't be easily heard in the hallway.

Once inside the apartment, Jeongguk kicks out of his boots, pulls from Jimin's grasp and moves into their small kitchen. Jimin and Namjoon kick off their shoes awkwardly; Jimin doesn't let Namjoon go, limiting their range of motion.

Jimin giggles as he hobbles free from his shoes and falls into Namjoon, and Namjoon allows Jimin to lean his body against him, holding his arm up as if to catch but not going in for an embrace; not yet. Jeongguk returns with a glass of water and smirks, nodding his head toward their bedroom.

"Ready?"

"Maybe," Namjoon mutters with a grin, suddenly feeling shy.

Jimin tugs Namjoon through their apartment, into the bedroom. He has been there many times, but this time the air in the apartment feels heavy, and Namjoon is full of nerves. He asks himself if he's really going through with this and bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a smile.

Namjoon pauses in the doorway of their bedroom and Jimin tugs him along to the bed and pulls him to sit down. Namjoon sits on the soft blue comforter, and it shouldn't feel like such a big deal; he's sat on the edge of their bed many times and has even laid between them to watch movies, but this time feels different. This time feels laden with anticipation.

"There are a couple ways we can do this," Jeongguk says, walking around the room to gather his video equipment. "We could start filming and then get into the groove and ignore the fact that there's a camera until you're comfortable enough, or we could make out, get you a little relaxed, and let you decide when to film."

Namjoon looks between his hand in Jimin's grasp and at Jeongguk across the room, letting the options swim around his mind. Although there's not very much to consider, he struggles to make a decision. Jimin gives Namjoon's hand an encouraging squeeze.

"I would like to save any of the more sexy stuff beyond making out for the camera so that the reactions are genuine," Jeongguk continues, "but I don't think it would make a huge difference to the audience if they weren't, so it's up to you and whatever makes you comfortable. We're shooting porn, not an art film."

Jeongguk, who had been checking the display on his video camera—probably for battery or space percentages, Namjoon assumes—sets the camera down on a leather office chair that's facing the bed, and he approaches Namjoon.

"Hey, hyung, are you good?" Jeongguk asks, kneeling before Namjoon and taking his free hand in both of his.

Namjoon's heart races, and he knows he must look terrified, so he smiles and looks at Jeongguk kneeling before him, then at Jimin, to his right. "I'm good. It's...kind of a lot. But I'm into it."

"Should we kiss a little first to warm up?" Jimin asks, giving Namjoon's hand a gentle tug.

Namjoon turns to Jimin and lets out a heavy exhale. From this distance, Namjoon can see a light dusting of pink eye shadow that he missed at the bar. Jimin always looks so devastatingly pretty, and with just a hint of makeup, he's even more breathtaking.

"Yeah," Namjoon mutters, "that would be nice."

"Can I kiss you too?" Jeongguk asks, and Namjoon turns to find Jeongguk sitting high on his knees, grinning.

"Yes," Namjoon all but whispers, turning back to Jimin, whose hand gently takes the side of Namjoon's face and pulls him close.

Namjoon's entire body is abuzz with excitement as Jimin inches closer. When their lips touch, Namjoon takes Jimin's soft, thick bottom lip gently into his mouth and sucks, pulling a soft whimper from Jimin's throat.

The noise, the touch, and the gentle floral and citrus scent that fills Namjoon's nose all burst and swim fiercely through him, from his head to his toes, pooling and swirling and threatening to flood him all at once.

Jimin's mouth falls open with a deep moan, and Namjoon licks against his tongue, groaning as Jimin's tongue laps at his in return. Jimin tightens his hold on Namjoon's head, squeezes his hand, and licks into his mouth, and Namjoon moans and trembles, letting himself fall pliant for Jimin to do whatever he pleases as a tingle of arousal travels from Namjoon's tongue, straight to his cock. Jimin tastes and smells and feels like heaven.

A hand on Namjoon's chest rubs up towards his throat—a sensation he enjoys quite a bit—then grips onto his shirt and tugs him forward. Jimin releases his lips, and Namjoon turns just in time for Jeongguk to be the only thing he can see, so close, Jeongguk barely pulls Namjoon down to slot their lips together.

Jeongguk kisses deep and hungrily, licking and sucking and groaning into Namjoon's mouth with a force that makes him dizzy. Jeongguk's hand snakes around Namjoon's neck and grips onto his skin and hair, and Namjoon whimpers and attempts to keep up, swirling his tongue against Jeongguk's whenever he has a chance.

"You're hogging him," Jimin whines as his hands take Namjoon by the hair and neck and pull him back to the side, to where Jimin is getting onto his knees on the bed and towering over Namjoon. Jeongguk releases Namjoon with a smirk and rubs his hands over Namjoon's chest, and Jimin leans down to lick over Namjoon's lips before sucking the bottom one between his teeth.

Namjoon has never been so overwhelmed with desire. He feels like Jimin and Jeongguk are a wildfire threatening to consume him whole and leave nothing behind but a pile of ash. Two hands squeeze Namjoon's thighs, and the tightness of his pants reminds him just how hard his cock is.

"Joonie-hyung seems to really like us," Jeongguk says in almost a teasing tone.

"Is that so, baby?" Jimin asks against Namjoon's lips. "You like us, hmm?"

"Of course I do," Namjoon whines into Jimin’s mouth, and yeah, wow, all at once, he is acutely aware of just how turned on he is.

Jeongguk's hands continue to rub over Namjoon's thighs, and Namjoon wishes Jeongguk would touch him, even though he knows that's Jimin's duty, and he wants to be so good for Jimin.

"Wanna keep making out, or do you want to get started?" Jeongguk asks.

Jimin releases the kiss, and Namjoon opens his eyes to find him smiling so sweetly at him. "No pressure, baby; we want you to be comfortable," he adds.

Namjoon thinks he might actually burst into flames if he doesn't feel at least some kind of release, but the build-up is so delicious, it's hard for him to choose.

"Let's make out more, but on camera?" Namjoon suggests, surprising himself by how eager he is despite how nerve-racking the idea of making porn with two of his best friends is.

Jimin's face lights up, and Namjoon feels whiplash from how soft and sweet and small he can seem while also being so fucking sexy, with a presence that feels massive. Jeongguk's hands slip down Namjoon's legs, and he sees from the periphery as Jeongguk picks up his camera and takes a seat in the chair.

"Remember, we can stop at any point," Jeongguk says. "You have full control, hyung. And even if we get through the whole video and you decide you don't want us to use it, we won't."

Namjoon feels a swell of affection fill him as he looks between Jimin's bright, sweet smile and Jeongguk's concerned one. He shifts his body, so one leg is up on the bed, and he's facing Jimin, while the other leg hangs off the edge. "I know I'm in good hands with you guys," he says, turning back to Jimin. "I'm not worried."

"Gonna hit record," Jeongguk says. "And...we're filming."

Jimin stays where he is, kneeling on the bed while cradling Namjoon's face in his hands and smiling softly. Namjoon can see the camera pointed at him, but he keeps his eyes on Jimin and focuses on his breathing.

"Smile pretty for the camera," Jimin says softly, and Namjoon pulls a cheesy smile that makes Jimin fall into a fit of laughter, hands sliding onto Namjoon's shoulders. It takes a moment for Jimin to straighten himself out, and when he does, he returns his hands to Namjoon's cheeks.

"How are you doing, hyung?" Jimin asks.

"Good," Namjoon mutters.

Jimin turns to the camera with a smirk and says, "My boyfriend is going to record me fucking this big, sexy hunk of a man. How exciting."

"Dear god, Jiminah," Jeongguk whines from behind the camera.

"Poor boy won't be able to touch or play. Just has to watch." Jimin turns back to Namjoon. "Which is a shame because he wants to fuck you so bad, baby. And you're all mine."

"Is that so?" Namjoon mutters weakly while Jimin's words ricochet through his mind.

Jimin hums and leans in closer. "We talk about it all the time. About how sexy and sweet you are. About how badly we wanna choke on your cock. I bet you have a huge cock, don't you, baby?"

One of Jimin's hands—the one closest to the camera—moves down over Namjoon's chest, past his tummy, until Jimin's fingertips are at his waistline, over his shirt.

"May I touch you?" Jimin asks, and Namjoon nods, small shallow movements while feeling a tad dazed.

"Yes," Namjoon mutters, "please."

Jimin's hand continues down, fingertips grazing over Namjoon's bulge, and then he grips him firmly in his palm. Jimin's eyes widen as Namjoon groans from a mix of pain and pleasure that courses through him as his cock is squeezed over constricting pants.

"Oh, Ggukie, he feels so big," Jimin whines. "Good thing I'm fucking you tonight; Joonie-hyung could break my tight little ass in half with this thing."

Namjoon is absolutely floored by the filthy words coming out of Jimin's pretty mouth, and all he can do is sit and watch in awe as Jimin palms his cock over his jeans and pouts. The visual of making Jimin cry on his cock is enticing but nowhere near as exciting as the prospect of what Jimin will do to him.

While Namjoon is open to exploring sex in all avenues and dynamics—safely and within reason—he loves being held down and overpowered, turned into a whimpering, sobbing mess. People always assume that because Namjoon is big and strong and has a big cock, that he prefers to be the one in control. But they're wrong. Namjoon is sensitive and cums easily and repeatedly, and with the right partner, overstimulation feels like heaven.

And, of course, Jimin and Jeongguk know this because he's talked and, at times, complained about it over pints with them before. As his best friends, they've heard all about his gripes with people wanting a dynamic that he doesn't prefer. Jimin must just be teasing the audience and perhaps Jeongguk with the visual of Namjoon fucking him, so he plays along.

"You're right," Namjoon smirks, "I don't think you could handle me."

Jimin's eyes widen, and he squeezes Namjoon's cock through his jeans, making Namjoon hiss and moan from the pressure. "Already giving me a fucking attitude, baby? Am I going to have to put you in your place?"

Namjoon chuckles, though his heart pounds so hard he's dizzy. "I would love to see you try."

Despite having consumed beer—and one overly sweet shot that Namjoon would like to forget entirely—he feels sobered up. There's a haze of intoxication that swims in the air, draping over Namjoon like a thick fog, but he thinks that it's mostly thanks to Jimin and Jeongguk.

Jimin's hands leave Namjoon, and he fights the urge to whine and to grab them and place them back on his body—anywhere he'll touch. But Jimin reaches back to undo his necklace and toss it onto the bed, away from where they sit, and then he begins to untuck his purple turtleneck from those bright blue slacks he wears.

Although the shirt is so tight it leaves almost nothing to the imagination, Namjoon watches with bated breath as Jimin gathers the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Jimin's body is all taut muscle and golden skin with hints of black ink here and there, and the sight has Namjoon's mouth falling open. Namjoon has seen Jimin change shirts in the past, and has been swimming with him on more than one occasion, but he’s never gotten to gawk openly at him before, and Jimin’s body has never been his to explore until now.

"Like what you see, baby?" Jimin asks, tossing his shirt to the floor.

"I love what I see," Namjoon mutters, swallowing all the saliva that's pooled beneath his tongue before he drools it down his chin.

Namjoon reaches for the hem of his shirt to get equally undressed, and Jimin reaches forward and slaps his hands away. "Let me."

"Yes, sir," Namjoon says teasingly, and Jimin smirks as he reaches for the bottom of Namjoon's black shirt.

Jimin tugs the garment up, sitting high on his knees, and Namjoon raises his hands in the air to assist. Once the shirt is high enough, Namjoon lowers his arms, pulling the sleeves somewhat inside out, and feels the cool air of the room hit his skin. Jimin's hands are on Namjoon's chest in seconds, and he rubs down over Namjoon's pecs and up, palming over his nipples, sending a shudder through Namjoon.

"Damn," Jimin mutters, staring at Namjoon like a man entranced. "Close the gyms."

Namjoon chuckles and reaches out to take Jimin by the waist. "You're one to talk; your body is fucking perfect."

"Shut up and fucking kiss me," Jimin moans, snaking his hands around Namjoon's neck and pulling him into a kiss more eager than the last. Namjoon pulls Jimin closer, practically toppling them over and smiles as Jimin attempts to climb onto his lap.

"Get all the way on the bed," Jimin commands, pulling out of the kiss but not letting Namjoon go.

Namjoon scoots, attempting to position himself with his hands while Jimin leans back in for a kiss. When Namjoon is closer to the center of the bed, Jimin pushes him down, making Namjoon's breath hitch when his head hits the comforter, and straddles him while licking into his mouth and sucking on his lip.

Jimin sits over Namjoon's cock and rolls his hips downward, teasingly, and a burst of pleasure shakes through Namjoon. He moans and loosely holds onto the belt loops of Jimin's pants as Jimin's mouth and hips drive him wild.

"I want to take my time with you and make you an overstimulated, whimpering mess, but I'm not sure that's suitable porn footage," Jimin whines against Namjoon's lips.

The idea of Jimin slowly unraveling him until he's crosseyed and begging for mercy is definitely on Namjoon's list of things he wants more than anything in this world, but Jimin is already undressing him and touching him, so he won't complain.

"I'll edit this, so do whatever you want," Jeongguk says, and Jimin smirks against Namjoon's lips, sending a shiver down Namjoon's spine and straight to his cock.

"Whatever I want, hmm?" Jimin groans.

Namjoon looks Jimin in the eyes, knitting his eyebrows with desire, and says, "Yes, please."

Jimin sits up and runs his hands over Namjoon's torso, down to his pants, scooting his ass back so he can undo Namjoon's fly. With his zipper open and Jimin continuing to crawl backward while he pulls his pants completely off, Namjoon feels nervous once more.

As soon as Namjoon's legs are free of denim, Jimin's hands are on him, rubbing up and down his thighs and spreading him wide. Namjoon bends his legs, letting Jimin touch and do anything he wants while his cock throbs against his briefs.

"God, you're hot," Jimin says, squeezing the insides of Namjoon's thighs. He turns to Jeongguk and mutters, "Are you jealous yet?"

Namjoon looks between Jimin and Jeongguk's camera, feeling a hint of trepidation from the word jealous being thrown around. Jeongguk chuckles and says, "Hyung does look incredible, but I have no reason to be jealous, baby. I want you to have fun with him."

Jimin rolls his eyes and huffs as if exasperated and pouts, "For the sake of the porn, you should be jealous, silly," making Jeongguk laugh.

"Believe me, baby," Jeongguk purrs from behind the camera, tilting his head to look Namjoon in the eye, "there are so many things I have dreamt of doing to Namjoon-hyung. But for today, he's all yours."

Namjoon's heart races as he holds Jeongguk's gaze. Jimin crawls up Namjoon, straddling his hips and pulling his face forward to look at him, and Namjoon's breath hitches seeing him this close once more.

"So pretty," Namjoon whispers, and he can feel himself smiling like an idiot. "You're so fucking pretty, Jimin. Lemme see the rest of you."

Jimin stares at Namjoon for a split moment as if stunned, then blinks himself back to the present and grins. Jimin tends to get easily flustered, especially when he's trying to be in control of whatever situation is at hand, and Namjoon is intentionally trying to push his buttons.

Namjoon is trying and succeeding. Jimin grips onto Namjoon's pecs, digging his tiny fingers into the skin and taunts, "Trying to tell me what to do, big boy?"

Warmth floods Namjoon's cheeks, and he bites down on his bottom lip, raises his eyebrows and challenges, "And if I am."

"How rough can I be with you, hyung?" Jimin asks softly, snaking a hand from Namjoon's chest to his jaw.

Namjoon has also spoken at length with Jimin and Jeongguk—also usually while drunk—about how rough he likes it, about how he likes to be fucked hard, treated like a slut and forced into submission. He knows Jimin isn't really the type to dominate—at least from the conversations they've had, he doesn't think he is—but he knows Jimin enjoys taking control and making others bend at least a little to his will.

"As rough as you'd like, pretty," Namjoon groans, trying to keep his composure but panting as Jimin's fingers grip onto him tightly and squeeze, pushing his lips into a pout.

"God, you have such a pretty fucking mouth, baby," Jimin groans, leaning close, and Namjoon's gaze falls to Jimin's equally pretty lips. "I bet these lips would look so good around my cock."

Namjoon's entire body responds to Jimin's words, arousal licking at every nerve, covering him with warmth. Jimin smirks, and Namjoon wonders if his face gave his desperation away; his eyes always tell on him.

"I changed my mind; I want you on the floor, on your knees," Jimin commands, giving Namjoon's jaw a little squeeze before letting him go. Jimin shifts onto his side, falling onto his butt on the mattress with his legs still tangled over Namjoon's hips, and Namjoon sits up and does as he's told, untangling himself and getting onto the floor on his knees.

Jimin stands and undoes those damned bright blue pants and shimmies out of them, then takes his place in front of Namjoon. Namjoon watches intently as Jimin rubs his hands up his own body, then down, over his pecs, his tummy, over dips and curves of muscle, until his fingertips are on the waistband of his briefs.

"I wonder if hyung has a gag reflex," Jimin teases as his thumbs dip under the fabric and tug.

Namjoon's eyes follow the movement, trailing between Jimin's thumbs and his impressive bulge, and he licks his lips in anticipation.

"So eager, baby," Jimin teases. "I see you licking your lips; I bet you can't wait to taste me, can you?"

Namjoon's mouth falls open as a shaky exhale escapes him. and he looks up into Jimin's eyes and mutters, "You're right; I can't wait."

"Tell me how badly you want my cock."

Namjoon swallows hard, eyes trailing down Jimin's body, to the bulge in his briefs, and back up his golden, muscular torso to his face. "I bet your cock is just as pretty as you are," Namjoon mutters. "I bet you taste so sweet. I bet you can make me cry, too. Would you like to try?"

Jimin's eyes widen, and he grins down at Namjoon as his thumbs hook under the waistband of his briefs and pull, revealing his thick, pretty cock. Namjoon's mouth falls open at the sight of Jimin's rosy cock head slick with precum, and he feels the overwhelming urge to worship every inch of Jimin and take his time making him feel so good. But he knows Jeongguk is filming and will have to edit, so he places his hands on his knees and opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out.

"You want this cock in your mouth, baby?" Jimin teases, stroking one hand up his length.

Namjoon watches as a bead of precum pools on the tip of Jimin's cock and feels the saliva pool under his tongue. He nods eagerly and mutters, "Please," and sticks his tongue back out.

Jimin reaches out to take Namjoon gently by the head, lacing his fingers through his hair as he tugs him closer. Namjoon leans forward, allowing himself to be pulled, keeping his eyes on Jimin's pretty face, and Jimin pushes his hips forward and taps the tip of his cock to Namjoon's tongue with a giggle. Namjoon whimpers, eager for more.

"You want me that badly?"

Namjoon pleads with his eyes and nods his head, whimpering "uh-huh" with drool dripping from his tongue onto his chin. Jimin pulls Namjoon's head closer and places his cock on Namjoon's tongue, gracing his taste buds with a heady sweet and bitter taste, and Namjoon desperately wants more, but he sits pretty and waits for instruction.

"Suck," Jimin commands.

Namjoon closes his lips around Jimin's cock and slowly begins to suck, leaning forward and gripping his knees in his fingers. Jimin's cock stretches Namjoon's lips and feels heavy on his tongue, and Namjoon keeps his eyes on Jimin's pretty face as best as he can as he slowly sucks and groans.

Sweet, pitchy whimpers fall from Jimin's lips, and Namjoon wants to suck hard, wants to choke Jimin down and make him whine, but he takes it slow, knowing Jimin will get impatient and take control—knowing Jimin will eventually make him gag and cry, which is precisely what he wants.

Jimin holds Namjoon's hair firmly and begins to move his hips, and Namjoon does his best to keep up, sucking in his cheeks and swirling his tongue as much as he can, hoping to encourage Jimin to want more—to take more.

"Can I fuck your throat?" Jimin asks softly, and Namjoon opens his eyes wide and attempts to nod his head and mutter yes, but the sound and movement are muffled and small.

Jimin pulls his cock all the way out, and drool and spit drip between the tip and Namjoon's lips, down Namjoon's chin.

"Yes, please," Namjoon says.

With a grin, Jimin shoves his cock back into Namjoon's mouth, into his throat, and he holds it firmly in place until Namjoon is forced to swallow and begins to gag. Jimin pulls out and asks, "Too rough?"

Namjoon grins as he responds, "No, I like it like that," then opens his mouth wide once more.

Jimin slides his cock into Namjoon's throat, adjusts his stance, and keeps a hand in Namjoon's hair while the other grabs him under the chin. Like this, Jimin's cock constricts his breathing even more, and he can already feel tears pool in his eyes.

"Pinch me if you need air," Jimin says softly as he pulls his cock back. Namjoon takes a breath in through his nose, and Jimin's hips buck forward, filling Namjoon's mouth and hitting his throat so perfectly.

The urge to gag is light, and Namjoon breathes through it, determined to be so good for Jimin. He keeps his eyes up, focused on Jimin's pretty face and chest, and finds himself attempting to smile despite his mouth being stretched over Jimin's length. Jimin must notice, and he smiles sweetly and bites his lower lip.

Then Jimin's expression changes to something dark and needy, and he begins to roll his hips and fuck Namjoon's mouth. Each thrust is steady but firm, hitting Namjoon's throat at a pace that Namjoon can breathe through and enjoy. But then he begins to speed up, and Namjoon struggles to keep rhythm.

Namjoon loves this. Loves submitting and being so good—loves being used for someone else's pleasure. His own cock throbs for attention, but the sight of bliss on Jimin's face, tugging his brows into a gentle frown while his mouth hangs open, is all the satisfaction Namjoon needs in this moment, and he drinks it all in as if he's starved for it.

"Fuck, your mouth is so good, Joonie," Jimin whines.

Jimin's eyes flutter closed, and his head lolls back, and Namjoon watches as Jimin's body trembles with pleasure; listens as moans and whimpers fall from Jimin's lips.

"Gonna choke you on my cock and then cum on your tongue, so be sure to hold it out for me like a good boy," Jimin groans.

Jimin's eyes find Namjoon's once more, and although Namjoon's vision is beginning to blur from tears, he keeps them open and stares up at Jimin as best as he can. Anticipation has Namjoon's heart beating hard, and as Jimin presses his cock firmly into Namjoon's throat, constricting his airway once more, Namjoon's mind goes blank.

Bliss. Bliss and admiration and desire are the only things Namjoon can process, and if there are coherent thoughts swimming around in that brain of his, he currently does not have access to them. The urge to gag builds and builds, and Namjoon swallows it down until he can't. He feels tears pour from his eyes in hot streaks down his cheeks as his throat convulses and fights for air.

Jimin pulls out, and Namjoon gasps but opens wide, blinking through the tears while he sits pretty and waits for Jimin to cum. Warm viscous release hits Namjoon's cheek and lip first, then lands on his tongue, and a giggle slips through Jimin's moans as he strokes himself to completion over Namjoon's face.

Namjoon stays with his hands on his knees and his tongue stuck out, showing Jimin how good he is, and waiting for the command to swallow. Jimin releases Namjoon's hair and runs his hand over Namjoon's face, thumbing over the cum that splattered on his cheek and gathering some of it.

"Swallow for me," Jimin commands softly, and Namjoon does as he's told, closing his mouth and savoring the taste of Jimin before swallowing it. Namjoon opens his mouth again to show off his clean tongue, and Jimin presses his thumb against it, rubbing more of his release into his taste buds.

"Did you like that?" Jimin asks with a wide smile. His pupils are blown and dark, and sweat glistens on his forehead and neck, making him devastatingly pretty.

"I did," Namjoon mutters with a hoarse voice, throat sore from being used so roughly. "Thank you, Jimin."

The two of them smile and stare at one another for a moment, and then Jeongguk pipes up. "Let's break here and have some water?"

Namjoon is thankful to Jeongguk, who sets down his camera and leaves the room with an empty glass to fetch them some water. Although he's used to going through sexual sessions without stopping to soothe his aching throat, he's with his friends, doing them a favor, and he would like this to turn out as good as possible for them.

Jimin sits on the bed and pats it, inviting Namjoon to join him, and Namjoon groans as he stands, feeling stiffness in his limbs from being bent against the floor for so long. When Namjoon sits on the bed beside Jimin, Jimin wastes no time wrapping him in a tight side hug, pinning his arms to his sides while his chin rests on his shoulder. These types of hugs are customary from Jimin, but he's never felt one while topless and covered in sweat, and he revels in the new feeling of warm skin against warm skin.

"Are you having fun?" Jimin asks sweetly.

Namjoon attempts to turn his head to look at Jimin, but his eyes can only really see his lips. "I am," he croaks hoarsely, "I'm having a lot of fun."

"Good. I am too. I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Namjoon scoffs and says, "What? Shoot a porn?"

Jimin releases Namjoon from the hug and smacks him on the shoulder, making Namjoon yelp in surprise and turn to face him. An adorable glare tugs at Jimin's features, and he says, "No, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, you idiot!"

"Ah," Namjoon responds, suddenly feeling a bit shy and more than a bit silly. "That. I, uh...I guess I've thought about it before, too."

Namjoon is not helping his case at all, and when Jimin lands another smack against his arm and pulls his face into a wide incredulous look, Namjoon cowers away from his friend.

"You guess you've thought of it before?" Jimin shouts. "Wow, casanova, you sure have a way with words. No wonder you're chronically bitchless!"

It's Namjoon's turn to look at his friend with a wide, incredulous expression and Namjoon fights the urge to tackle Jimin. "I'm not chronically bitchless; I'm focusing on school!" he squawks defensively, and Jimin raises his eyebrows and nods as if to suggest he doesn't buy it.

"And also!" Namjoon continues, "It's not that I haven't wanted to fuck you too, it's just...I don't know, you guys are my best friends, how can I admit to you that it's something I've wanted without it being weird? How would that make your boyfriend feel?"

"I'm cool," Jeongguk responds, and Namjoon turns quickly to find Jeongguk standing before them, holding out a glass of water to him. Namjoon takes the water and slowly drinks from it, grateful for the soothing feeling in his throat. "Trust me, Jimin won't shut up about wanting to fuck you; he's talked about it for years! But we never knew how to approach the topic, or even if we should, so we just...haven't."

Namjoon is surprised by Jeongguk's candor, but at the same time, he's not. Jimin and Jeongguk have been together for ages and have often entertained the idea of threesomes and having a more sexually open relationship if the right person came around. He just never expected that person would be him.

"I mentioned earlier that there were things I've thought about doing to you, so it's no secret that I also want to fuck you," Jeongguk continues. "And obviously, I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything with me after you two are done. We're friends, and I respect the friendship. I'm happy either way."

It's a lot of information at once, and Namjoon isn't sure what to say, so he doesn't say anything. Jimin takes the glass from Namjoon's hands, and Namjoon realizes he'd been spacing out at a spot on Jeongguk's shirt, and when he blinks out of it, he finds Jeongguk watching him with a calm, unmoved expression.

"We could discuss it," Namjoon says softly. He would like it if he and Jeongguk got a turn too, but that's something to talk about later.

"Alright," Jimin says, setting the glass on the bedside table. "How should we position ourselves so we're ready to cut into a scene where I start fingering this big boy open?" Namjoon’s breath hitches from Jimin’s words and Jimin sends him a cheeky wink.

Jeongguk directs them to get back onto the floor in a similar position and begins to record again from the same spot but pans around, thinking he can somehow transition into it. Not that it matters, he mutters aloud as he sets the shots up, and Namjoon finds it endearing that he's taking the task so seriously.

"Get on the bed for me," Jimin instructs as he turns to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube from it. "I want you on your hands and knees, big boy."

Namjoon scrambles onto his feet and gets onto the bed, as close to the center as he can before Jimin is behind him, pressing his chest down against the mattress and rubbing his hands over his ribs and hips and over his ass.

"It's like unwrapping a gift on christmas morning," Jimin mutters as his fingers hook over the hem of Namjoon's briefs and begin to pull.

Suddenly Namjoon feels nervous about being so exposed, and he presses his forehead into the mattress as Jimin pulls his briefs down, over his ass and past his thighs.

"Oh fuck," Jimin mutters, "you are pretty."

Pretty, Namjoon thinks, letting the word flutter around his thoughts. Nobody has ever called his asshole pretty before, and somehow the thought makes him feel even shyer, and he's grateful that neither of them can see how red his face and cheeks undoubtedly are.

Wet warmth gently grazes over Namjoon's rim, and the sensation is so good, Namjoon gasps and lets out a soft whimper, turning his head so that the sound can be captured on camera. Jimin flicks his tongue a little firmer and draws circles over Namjoon, and pleasure courses through him, dizzying him quickly.

"You taste as good as you look, baby." Jimin whines, squeezing Namjoon's butt cheeks in both hands. "Do you like the way my tongue feels?"

"Yes," Namjoon pants, surprised by the neediness in his voice. "Feels so good."

Jimin moans as he licks Namjoon again, this time lapping at him slowly as if to savor him. Then, Jimin sets a rhythm of lapping and flicking his tongue, giving firm, intentional sweeps of wetness and teasing hints of pressure. Namjoon moans and feels his legs begin to quake as his pleasure builds quickly.

With the tip of his tongue, Jimin penetrates Namjoon, and both men moan in tandem. Drool drips around Namjoon's eager hole, and although the stretch isn't much, it's something, and Namjoon wants more.

Jimin spreads Namjoon's cheeks wide as he fucks his tongue into his ass, and Namjoon moans and whines as arousal pools and expands like a coil pulling taut inside him.

Namjoon can cum untouched, but if he starts now, he's worried he'll cum again and again and turn into an overstimulated mess before they've barely had a chance to get started. Although it might make for a good porn scene, he's not sure that's the vibe they're going for.

"Oh fuck," Namjoon whimpers softly into the comforter, feeling his pleasure built too high, too fast. Maybe it's the fact that it's Jimin who is tongue-fucking his ass that has everything feeling heightened, but suddenly, he feels the coil of pleasure threatening to snap.

"So sensitive," Jimin teases against Namjoon's rim. Jimin must sit back, and his tongue and hands leave Namjoon, suddenly making him feel exposed and empty, and he bites the urge to whine. Then the sound of a lube bottle opens, and Namjoon tightens his fists around the comforter of the bed, bracing himself.

"I see you clenching around nothing, baby," Jimin says as he drags a finger over Namjoon's rim, giggling through his words as a shiver runs up Namjoon's spine. "So eager for me."

Jimin reaches under Namjoon and grabs his cock, and Namjoon gasps from the feeling. "Jesus, Joonie, your cock is big! I always knew it would be." The praise makes Namjoon grin.

Jimin releases Namjoon's cock after a few slow tugs that have him reeling and slowly pushes a lubed-up finger into Namjoon's ass. Namjoon gasps and allows his head to fall forward as the stretch sends a dull burn through his body, and Jimin leaves soft, wet kisses along the back of Namjoon's thigh as he gently works his finger in and out.

Slowly, Jimin eases one, then two, then three fingers into Namjoon, fucking and scissoring them to stretch him out. A cacophony of moans, hisses and squelching sounds fills the room, and a sheen of sweat covers Namjoon by the time he's done.

"On your back, I wanna suck your cock," Jimin mutters, slowly petting Namjoon's thighs.

"Uh—okay," Namjoon stammers as he anchors himself onto his elbows and scoots forward.

Namjoon moves a pillow away from the headboard of the bed, turns, and sits against it, and Jimin instantly crawls to his lap to straddle his legs and grab onto his cock. Jimin slowly works Namjoon's cock into his mouth and back out, and it feels incredible. Warm and wet and vibrating with sound as Jimin whimpers around Namjoon's length while taking it into his throat.

Jimin changes his pace and swallows Namjoon's cock eagerly. He wraps a fist around Namjoon and strokes his length as he sucks and bobs his head, and Namjoon is all at once so overcome with pleasure that his head falls back against the headboard, and his orgasm rushes through him. Jimin lets out a pleased hum as Namjoon pants and grasps at the comforter at his sides, desperate to hold on for purchase.

"Fuck, Jimin, I'm gonna cum," Namjoon whimpers and his eyes squeeze shut as the coil begins to snap.

Jimin lifts his head from Namjoon long enough to say, "Cum in my mouth, big boy," and as soon as Namjoon's cock is sunken back into Jimin's warm, wet mouth, the tension in his tummy becomes too much and Namjoon cums.

Namjoon curses and whimpers as Jimin sucks the soul straight from his cock. Waves of pleasure drag him under, sending a tremble through Namjoon's hips, and by the time he's spent, with no more to give, he opens his eyes to find the room spinning and to hear himself gasping for air.

"Wow," Jimin giggles. "Is it always that intense?"

"N-no," Namjoon pants. "Well, not always; only sometimes."

"Yeah?" Jimin asks curiously, rubbing his hands up and down Namjoon's thighs. "Guess I'm just special then, hmm?"

Namjoon hums in agreement and truth be told, he's not wrong. Jimin's not only special because his mouth and hands are talented, but he's special because he's him. Namjoon has known and cared for Jimin for a long time; he knows he can just let go and succumb to bliss because, with Jimin, he'll be taken care of.

Jimin sits back and spreads Namjoon's thighs wide, bending them as he gets between them. He rubs his hands up and down Namjoon's thighs, then says, "Actually, back on your hands and knees, baby."

Namjoon's limbs feel heavy as he scrambles up into a fully seated position to give his legs enough room to turn without hitting Jimin, and spins to get onto his hands and knees.

"Face down against the mattress, baby," Jimin commands as he uses his hands to spread Namjoon wide.

The sound of the lube bottle opening has Namjoon once again taking two fistfuls of the comforter into his hands as he anticipates penetration. Jimin's slick, blunt tip brushes over Namjoon's hole and Namjoon tenses from the sensation, then does his best to relax, still reeling from the first orgasm.

Jimin rolls his hips just enough to push the head of his cock into Namjoon's ass, and sparks fly through Namjoon's body, threatening to suffocate him as he squeezes the blanket beneath him and breathes through the painful yet euphoric feeling of Jimin's cock stretching him out.

"So tight, Joonie," Jimin groans, pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward. Jimin's cock sinks a little deeper with each thrust, pushing the air from Namjoon's lungs a little harder each time.

Slowly and gradually, Jimin sinks his entire cock inside Namjoon, stretching him so perfectly, making him feel so full. Namjoon gasps for air and breathes around the overwhelming, heavy sensation that rocks through his limbs and turns him to mush. Then, when he can't possibly wait any longer to be fucked, he mutters, "Okay; I'm good."

Jimin pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, punching the air from Namjoon's chest. Namjoon moans and drops his head forward, and as the sudden burst of pleasure rocks through him, Jimin does it again. And again.

Suddenly, Namjoon is acutely aware of everything. Jimin's fingers digging into his hips, Jimin's thighs against his ass, Jimin's length rubbing against his prostate. It would be a dangerous enough combination with how sensitive Namjoon already is, but knowing it's Jimin, hearing Jimin's voice, well, Namjoon doesn't stand a chance.

Jimin sets a steady pace, fucking Namjoon rougher than he would have expected but not so rough that Namjoon feels overwhelmed. They moan and whimper in tandem, and Jimin mutters praises like, "So tight," and "So good for me," while Namjoon whimpers, "You fuck me so good," and various haphazard sounds that aren't quite words.

Blood has finally rushed to Namjoon's cock enough to make it throb and smack against his tummy with every thrust, and Namjoon begins to fear that Jimin might actually make him cum just as fast as before. All it would take is one gentle squeeze from his dainty hand, Namjoon thinks.

Jimin cracks a hand over Namjoon's ass, pulling him from his thoughts and making him yelp. The stinging pain mixes with the pleasure pools inside him, and Namjoon lets go of the blanket he's been gripping so tightly, allowing himself to relax and sink further into bliss.

"God, you're so fucking hot," Jimin groans. "You take my cock so well, Joonie."

Jimin presses his open palms onto Namjoon's ass, making him lay flat against the bed, and then Jimin adjusts his legs so that he's straddling Namjoon's thighs and closing them tight. Like this, Namjoon feels Jimin's cock drag through his walls much more intensely, and Jimin lifts his hips at a new angle to drive his cock into Namjoon more deeply.

"Holy fuck," Jimin groans. "So fucking tight like this."

Namjoon is certain he sees stars. Every star in the known galaxy, and even more beyond all of those. Jimin's cock spears him so deliciously, forcing moans from him as the pleasure is truly so intense, it makes Namjoon feel like he's drunk.

"I'm g-gonna cum, baby," Jimin stammers, digging his fingers into Namjoon's hips so hard he wonders if they'll bruise. "Touch yourself. Want you to cum too."

Namjoon drags one arm down and squeezes it between his body and the mattress, waiting for Jimin to pull out so he can push his hips back enough to allow himself to grab onto his cock. Namjoon's other hand grips the blanket once more as the feeling of his hand pushes him dangerously close to the edge.

Jimin fucks into Namjoon so hard, he doesn't even need to attempt to stroke himself. Rather, he slides his fist up far enough to stimulate his head with each stroke and lets the inertia from Jimin's hips do all the work.

"Fuck, you're clenching so tight," Jimin whines, and he fucks Namjoon faster, picking up a punishing pace.

Pleasure mixed with a dull throb of pain from the impact of Jimin's cock slamming straight into Namjoon's guts plunges him over the edge, and Namjoon squeezes his cock gently, moaning and whimpering as he cums. He tries to catch his release in his hand so as to not make a mess, but pleasure rocks through his body so hard that he struggles to control it.

"Fuck, oh my god," Jimin whines, and he slows his hips to a stop and empties his load in Namjoon's ass, trembling and moaning through his orgasm as his hips stutter and thrust shallowly.

Each tiny movement Jimin makes sends a shiver through Namjoon, and he lays, gripping onto his leaking cock as overstimulation sets in and turns him into a pile of boiled noodles. Jimin pulls out, dragging a moan from Namjoon with it, and then Jimin slaps Namjoon's ass and barks, "Sit up, big boy; I'm not finished with you, yet."

The idea of sitting back up has Namjoon panting with exasperation, and he lifts his head from the bed only to let it fall once more, then attempts to wiggle his legs beneath him so that he's on his knees and able to push himself up, from there.

Namjoon releases his spent, cum-covered cock and digs his fist into the mattress, trying not to make a mess. When he manages to spin himself to sit back against the headboard, Namjoon lets out a deep sigh.

Jimin grins at Namjoon, sitting on his heels in the same spot he was, and Namjoon feels his breath hitch at the sight of Jimin so pretty and fucked out, with his dark messy hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. Jimin crawls over to Namjoon, and as he takes his place between Namjoon's thighs, his eyes fall to his hand.

"What's this?" Jimin asks, taking Namjoon's hand and holding it up as if to inspect it.

"D-didn't want to make a mess," Namjoon pants.

"I'll take care of this for you," Jimin offers with a wink as he pulls Namjoon's hand to his mouth and begins to lick the cum that hasn't yet dried from his palm. Jimin's mouth closes around Namjoon's fingers as he sucks the last remaining fluid, and Namjoon curses his eager cock for beginning to tingle once more with arousal.

For the first time since their water break, Namjoon looks around for Jeongguk, finding him sitting in his leather chair, which he's scooted close to the bed. He smiles, and Jeongguk looks up from the small monitor attached to the camera and returns his smile.

"How are you?" Jeongguk asks.

"I was going to ask you that," Namjoon says, resting his head back against the headboard.

Jimin gently sets Namjoon's hand back down and reaches his hands out to Jeongguk, who stands from his chair and sets the camera down.

"Yes, baby?" Jeongguk asks as he approaches, takes Jimin's hands in his, and pulls them to his mouth to place a soft kiss on them.

"Just wanna tell you I love you," Jimin mutters. "Just checking in."

Jeongguk blushes and glances down, and Namjoon follows his eyes, finding a sizable tent in his pants. "I'm good," Jeongguk mutters. "I'm enjoying the show."

Jimin tilts his chin up, asking Jeongguk for another kiss, and Jeongguk gently presses their lips together with a smile, then lets go of Jimin and approaches Namjoon. Gently, Jeongguk reaches up and brushes hair off Namjoon's sweaty forehead, then rubs the backs of his fingers over Namjoon's cheek.

"You're doing great, hyung. Thanks for doing this."

Namjoon can feel himself blush. "You don't have to thank me for letting your boyfriend rail me. I should be thanking you."

Jimin reaches for Namjoon's cock and begins to stroke it. He had squirted lube into his palm unbeknownst to Namjoon, and the slide feels incredible. Namjoon moans and lets his head fall back against the headboard with a thud, and Jeongguk walks back to his chair and continues filming.

Namjoon opens his eyes to find Jimin stroking his cock with one hand while reaching between his legs, touching his fingers to Namjoon's used hole. Jimin pushes two fingers inside and slowly begins to finger Namjoon while stroking his cock.

"I want one more," Jimin says with a smirk. "Can you do that for me, baby?"

Namjoon nods his head and whimpers, "Yes," though he's worried that it might be too much. Jimin's hands feel amazing, however, and he thinks it would be foolish to ask for him to stop.

Jimin spreads Namjoon's legs around him and yanks Namjoon down enough to line his cock back up with his hole. The stretch is a bit painful, making Namjoon wince, and Jimin grabs the lube and squirts some directly onto his cock as he pushes a little deeper.

Jimin sets a rough pace from the first snap of his hips, and fire pools in Namjoon’s back and tummy as the pleasure very quickly builds. Jimin is merciless with how he fucks Namjoon, and try as Namjoon might to lift his hands to caress Jimin in any way, he's so overcome that all he can manage is to sit pretty and get fucked.

"So good for me," Jimin mutters. He reaches up to Namjoon's pecs, pressing his palms over Namjoon's sensitive nipples, and Namjoon gasps and whines from the feeling. Jimin giggles.

"Of course your nipples are sensitive," Jimin teases, tweaking both between his thumbs and pointer fingers.

Namjoon feels silly knowing that this is all it will take to plunge him straight into the depths of orgasmic hell, but he's overstimulated, still unable to fully come down from his last orgasm, and Jimin is so pretty, so devious, and so talented, there's nothing he can do to stop himself.

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm already so close," Namjoon whines, letting his head hit the headboard again.

"Is that so?" Jimin groans and Namjoon glances to Jimin to find a devious smirk playing at his lips. Namjoon groans and squeezes his eyes shut; he is absolutely fucked.

Jimin fucks Namjoon harder and faster than before, and Namjoon suddenly feels absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure—absolutely consumed by it. Jimin continues to rub Namjoon's nipples between his fingers, sending sparks and waves and bursts all throughout his body.

Before he can comprehend what's happening, orgasm is rocking through Namjoon. He whimpers and mutters, "Fuck, I'm cum—shit!" and feels quake after quake shake through his body. Namjoon is already so far gone from pleasure, and this—being pawed at while his beautiful best friend fucks his brains out—is too fucking much. Namjoon actually worries his heart might stop.

"Fuck," Namjoon whines, "it's too much!"

“Do you need me to stop?” Jimin asks, watching Namjoon intently for a response.

Namjoon shakes his head frantically and mutters, “Not until you cum.”

"Good boy! You got this, baby," Jimin coos. "Relax through the overstimulation."

Namjoon lets out a deep breath and relaxes as best as he can, eager to be so good for Jimin. Jimin reaches under Namjoon's thighs and spreads his legs wide, and he pulls Namjoon into a somewhat different angle, slamming his cock into Namjoon even deeper.

"Oh, fuck!" Namjoon shouts, slumped in a half-seated position, and Jimin continues fucking Namjoon mercilessly, slamming his head into the headboard and tugging on his thighs to get him impossibly closer—to pull Namjoon into an even more awkward position. Namjoon isn't certain he believes in heaven, but he thinks that if it was real, it would feel a lot like this.

"So good for me," Jimin whines. "Fuck, you are so fucking perfect, Joonie."

Namjoon's eyelashes flutter closed and open, and he can barely focus on Jimin. He looks down to find his cock laying limp against his tummy, which is splattered in his release, and he smiles at the mess they've made.

"I'm so close, baby," Jimin whines, squeezing Namjoon's thighs even tighter in his grasp. His pace speeds and all Namjoon can comprehend is the lewd slap of skin against sweaty skin and Jimin's moans. Namjoon's voice is more or less gone, letting out shaky, mostly inaudible gasps and grunts.

"Fuck, that's it," Jimin cries, slamming his hips hard into Namjoon.

Namjoon's hole is spent and sore, and he can feel Jimin's release fill him. When Jimin pulls out, the squelch is audible. Jimin collapses onto Namjoon's stomach and wraps his arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"Jiminah," Jeongguk whines, "porn doesn't end in hugs."

"Mine does," Jimin counters, panting loudly. "Besides, your cock is still hard as a rock. We could finish the video with the hot camera man getting his dick sucked."

Namjoon groans loudly at the idea of exerting even an ounce more of energy, but the thought of sucking Jeongguk's cock after he just sat and watched his boyfriend rail him sounds like a good exchange. And maybe he just really wants to see Jeongguk naked. Or, at least, partially naked.

"Jimin does have a point," Namjoon mutters, attempting to sit up while Jimin unwraps himself from his torso. Namjoon is sore, and suddenly the sweat covering him has added a chill to the room, but he's eager to please.

Jeongguk runs his free hand through his hair and smirks. He shakes his head as he appears to think it over, then nods. "Alright, fine," he says. "I'll let you two suck my cock."

"Ooh, you'll let us," Jimin teases. "How lucky we are, wow! Thank you, oh gracious Jeongguk, for granting us the distinct pleasure of—"

"Yah, shut up and undo my pants, Jiminah," Jeongguk interrupts, and Namjoon can't help but laugh.

Namjoon watches as Jimin falls to his knees on the floor for Jeongguk and teases him, making cute faces as he palms over Jeongguk's erection. His heart feels full of affection and excitement for this new chapter with his friends; he thinks he could be their platonic fuck buddy. Who knows? Maybe they'll want to use him for more future videos. A guy can dream.

"Joonie," Jimin whines, holding a hand to Namjoon, pulling him from his reverie.

Namjoon gets off the bed and kneels beside Jimin, and he can't help but smile. These two and their schemes, Namjoon thinks. What is he going to do with them?

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years ago

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double dare, m | ksj, knj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader x namjoon — also yoongi x reader, implied ot7 x reader

summary: Kim Seokjin calls to issue a challenge. A (double) dare, if you will. He says you can't take two dicks at once. Kim Namjoon, his roommate, argues that you can. Well, you never back down from a dare, especially when it involves Seokjin and Namjoon.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, low-key horny crack + chaotic energy; smut (fem reader, doggy, threesome, slight D/s dynamics, mild restraint, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, double penetration); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader, focusing on Seokjin and Namjoon in this one :D (cough with some Yoongi)

'journey (to the dick)' au aka you as the main character in harem hentai and BTS is your (horny af) harem

“Yah!”

Smack!

“What? Ah, f-fuck!”

“I need you to get over here. There is a particular matter that needs to be discussed,” came the very serious, no-nonsense tone from your phone, speaking rather sternly for someone who called you three times in a row and forced you to answer in the middle of your, ahem, dick appointment.

You were holding the phone in one hand and your other was on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets, jerked forward periodically with firm, hard thrusts.

Someone was shouting behind the one on the phone.

“I told hyung that you could take dick in both holes and he doesn’t believe me!”

You immediately recognized that deep, sultry voice in the background. Still, you needed to address the accusation first.

“Kim Seokjin,” you panted. “What the fuck?”

You could hear his exaggerated eye roll. Well, you couldn’t, but you could, you know?

“Namjoon thinks you can take dick in the pussy and the ass at the same time,” Seokjin spat as if that was utter bullshit. “And that’s just not possible.”

Smack! “Why–” Smack! “Would–” Smack! “You–” Smack! “Think–” Smack! “I couldn’t – mmm, fuck, yes right theeere, fuck, so deep and so hard, ugh, you’re so good…”

Seokjin continued like you weren’t in the middle of getting fucked right that very second.

“Because, okay, you could take some small dick, sure, but us? Us? Come on, you totally couldn’t.”

“That was absolutely absurd of you to say so, Kim Seokjin,” you snapped, your words curling into a lustful moan as a firm hand pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to your elbow, leisurely spanking your ass hard with his open palm, keeping you on the edge, so close to hitting your peak but not quite there, thrusting steady but rough.

The headboard was hammering the wall at the same deliberate pace.

The neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall was cursing again.

“Are you both going to be home?” you gasped out, all of your muscles tensing. Almost…

Seokjin snorted. “Pfft, obviously, we are human beings who sleep, you know–”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hung up on him.

“I gotta go.”

Surprisingly, the deep, husky voice behind you actually responded.

“After this one.”

“You asshole, you are holding out – a-ah, wait, oooooooh, fuck!”

"I took a shower, Yoongi helped me clean all my bits, I dried my hair, went back home to put on a fresh dress and you're fucking ASLEEP, KIM SEOKJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

“Zzzzzzz – guh!”

Total chaos as you threw yourself onto Kim Seokjin’s lap, disturbing the perfect image of self-proclaimed Worldwide Handsome laying on the couch covered with a fluffy white blanket and squishy alpaca plush with a red neck scarf tucked in his inner arm, grabbing said plush and smacking him with it repeatedly as Seokjin lost his shit, flailing about and throwing his arms over his head, wailing at you to stop. His roommate, Kim Namjoon, was unabashedly cackling like a lunatic behind you.

“CEASE AND DESIST!”

“You–” FWOOP! “Bossy–” FLOOP! “Pillow–” BOOP! “Princess!”

“Namjoon, h-help!”

“Hell no,” Namjoon snorted in laughter. “I’m having a great time watching.”

“Yah!”

“First you doubt me, then you fall asleep on me, what’s next, you–”

Seokjin grabbed both your wrists, thinking he had won, already cheering for himself, only for you to plant your tits right onto his handsome face, his nose jammed right into your cleavage because of the sweetheart neckline of your red lace dress, hot breath warming your chest, brown eyes wide, grip on your wrists lessening in his shock. You yanked your hands out and clutched his head, sinking your fingers into his black hair, violently muffling his half-squeal, half-moan with your breasts, blaringly obvious that you weren’t wearing a bra because your prominent nipples were already hard and creating stiff peaks under the fabric, poking him incessantly in the cheeks.

You gasped as another pair of strong hands grabbed your forearms and made you release Seokjin’s head, forcing them up and your back to arch. A deep voice dipped down to caress your ear, not paying attention to Seokjin who did not detach himself from your tits.

He was making the most of it while you were distracted.

“Woah there, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon drawled, grip tightening, bending your arms back, elbows up, pressing your wrists to your upper back. “That’s not a punishment.”

You tried to breathe but Namjoon’s heavenly deep voice was taking your breath away.

“You know what punishments are.”

He pressed your head back, leaving your arms the way they were, and Namjoon’s sultry eyes appeared, half-lidded brown orbs completely visible because he had cut his hair very short now, dark gray-brown and spiked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. You whimpered at his gaze, suddenly feeling hotness on the curve of your breast, lips pressed to one of your nipples, and then wetness closing in, sucking you through lace and satin, the short flared skirt rising because of your spread thighs, but there was too much fabric between you and Seokjin’s hardness, the blanket and pajama pants and boxer briefs, so frustrating, about to lower your head to rectify that, but Namjoon’s palm pressed into your chin, fingers closing in around your cheeks, immobile.

“Where do you think you’re looking?”

Every time Namjoon smirked, one of his dimples peeked out at you. Ugh, so sexy.

“I… I’m s-supposed to be punishing Seokjinnie…” you gasped out, feeling said man’s teeth nicking at your nipple through your dress, his large hands closing in on your waist, pulling you closer, causing you to bend back more, unable to escape Namjoon’s grip and gaze.

Namjoon tilted his head, amused. “Yeah? Were you so, so mad that hyung wasn’t awake so you could show off how well you can take it in both holes?”

You didn’t want to whine and be pathetic, but Seokjin’s mouth and hands were all over your breasts and waist, pinching you through your clothes and sucking on the hard nubs, rushes of pleasure clouding your head and making you forget your defiance, remembering all the things Namjoon liked, like when you were so drunk on sex that you just gave into him, now whimpering and opening your mouth, your tongue sliding out, feeling him shift his palm, Namjoon’s finger leisurely tracing your lips. Your tongue followed, licking the pads of his fingers, rolling your body into Seokjin’s mouth, wanting to grab his shoulders but not letting yourself do so because Namjoon hadn’t allowed you to do so yet.

He liked you bad, but he also liked you obedient.

“W… Want it…”

You felt Namjoon’s other hand tangle in your hair, fingers molding to your scalp, sliding two of his long fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, your eyelids fluttering as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, rubbing your tongue, pushing your arms down, your name growled by that deep, deep voice.

“Look at me.”

You fixated your eyes on Namjoon’s stern expression, shuddering as you felt Seokjin push the sleeves of your dress down, scooping out your breasts, moaning as his lips touched your skin, hot tongue teasing your hard nipples and you couldn’t tell him to do more or less, trapped by Namjoon’s fingers in your mouth and his hand in your hair, tugging at it lightly so you sucked his fingers like a cock, vision hazing out at the helplessness of it all.

Voluntary helplessness, to be clear.

“You want it? You had Yoongi-hyung fucking you earlier and now you want more? So dirty and so insatiable,” Namjoon taunted, not meaning it of course, because how could he mean it when he too wanted it all, knew you were insatiable and loved it as much as the rest of them, addicted to the feeling you gave him, pushing your head down, fingers still in your mouth. Seokjin raised his head, black hair, large brown eyes, pink lips lush and full and gorgeous, meeting the image of fingers sliding in and out of your glossy lips, your eyes glassy and reflected in his.

Namjoon pushed his fingers apart, opening your mouth.

Your tongue lolled out, swiping around his knuckle, staring into Seokjin’s eyes.

“F… Fuck…”

The oldest was dirty-minded but resistant in showing it, clenching his jaw, weakening as your fingers danced up his arms and you moaned his name messily between Namjoon’s long wet digits, tits pushed up by the neckline of your dress straining under them, knowing your sensuality was irresistible and infectious, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I still… don’t think you can take us both at once…” he breathed, staring into your eyes.

You smirked, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out, saliva smearing onto your chin, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

“Only one way to find out.”

And you leaned in and kissed those perfect lips, soft and passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fingers splaying over his back and in his hair, his name trapped in the kiss, sudden hardness pressing to your back, breaking the first kiss and turning your head to be trapped in another, full lips commanding the lip-lock, two different hands on your breasts, Seokjin and Namjoon toying with them, the rush of pleasure only just beginning.

“Whose face am I looking at?”

“Obviously mine,” Seokjin scoffed. “Do you even have to ask?”

You gasped. “But Namjoon is so handsome.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to make you look at him, so that completely defeats the purpose of being forced when the default is you facing him.”

“Also, hyung thinks he’s the most handsome,” Namjoon chuckled, tugging your dress off, kisses across your chest as it left your body, hands travelling to push your panties down.

“No,” Seokjin choked, affronted as you moaned and gripped Namjoon’s shoulders, enjoying his powerful grip. “I am not that self-centered. I just happen to like how I look very much. Namjoon is very handsome, capable, and intelligent.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Namjoon shoved a finger inside your wetness, making you stumble into the sofa, raising your leg to place it against Seokjin’s naked thigh, almost falling if it wasn’t for your ass being suddenly grabbed by Seokjin’s firm hands.

“You are still clumsy, Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed, lowering you slightly to look over your shoulder.

You reached back and held onto the sofa, Namjoon’s mouth on your nipple and his finger in your soaked pussy, thrusting deeply to match his swiping tongue, maddeningly slow but rough, so dangerous, losing your mind at the leisurely pace, trying to buck your hips to get more but Seokjin’s hands were preventing you.

You heard the oldest huff and make a disapproving tongue click.

“Not like that. She likes it faster than that.”

Namjoon knew that. Obviously.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked around your nipple as one of Seokjin’s hands left your ass.

“Seok– oh, fuuuck!”

You gasped as you felt another finger enter your dripping pussy, another finger of a different hand, stretching your walls and a different pace, faster, your eyes rolling back, head hitting Seokjin’s shoulder, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, your moans in his ear, Namjoon matching the rhythm, oh, shit, they were fingering you together, Seokjin from between your legs from behind and Namjoon from the front, the backs of their hands slick with your juices, Seokjin’s other hand still squeezing one ass cheek and Namjoon’s other hand on your waist, his mouth on your breasts.

“Come on, I know you’re close,” Seokjin muttered, exhaling hard. “I can feel your pussy sucking me in, asking for dick already.”

He was not normally one for dirty talk, but sometimes Seokjin let himself got lost in the lust, lost in the moment of your throbbing walls and shaking body, moans of their names tumbling from your lips, filling up their living room with obscenity and depravity, thrusting in unison, loud and wet and heavy breathing blending with your sound, pushed to the edge, thighs tensing, electricity flashing throughout your nerves.

“Namjoon, Seokjin, fuck!”

Wet squelch, sweet gush of your juices soaking their hands, your eyes rolling back, yelping as Namjoon’s hand retreated and Seokjin stuffed another finger in you. You didn’t need to say it, one glance at Namjoon and he could see it, harder, hyung, she can take it, gasping as Seokjin obeyed and Namjoon's wet fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, wild howl at the contact, sparks of sensitivity because it was right after your orgasm, heat at your neck from Seokjin’s cheeks, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting it, maybe from his realization of how crazy this moment was or in the heated moment of wanting to feed you even more pleasure, but the sharp unexpected pain only hiked your moans, Namjoon rubbing your clit as Seokjin shoved his fingers into you hard and fast, the angle a little awkward but there was so much going on that it didn’t matter, already there once again, obsessed with the overabundance of ecstasy, I’m cumming, fuck, Namjoon, Seokjin, a-ah, clit engorged and pulsing strongly to Namjoon’s punishing touch, words jumbled and woven with breathless cries, orgasm crashing down and soaking Seokjin’s hand once more, thick and sweet and honey-like, viscous juices clinging to your inner thighs, painted with your high.

Namjoon leaned in, silencing your shuddering gasps with his mouth, deep kisses and swirling tongue dazing you, aftershocks flinching through your torso as he pressed his fingertips to your jerking core, lowering you from the crashing waves, whispering darkly against your lips.

“We haven’t even started.”

Releasing you, and you were already turning around, meeting Seokjin’s gaze and his panting smile, kissing it, sighing contentedly in his touch, just something about those lips and his large frame surrounding you, something about the way he shivered when you sucked his breath away and drank it, almost innocent, but not that innocent, because the second your wandering hand found the condom on the sofa and pressed it into his palm, his lips curved into a teasing grin, nipping at yours.

“Already?” he teased.

You reached between you and him, fingers ghosting his length, smirking at Seokjin’s gasp, gazing at him under your lashes.

“You get hard from kisses, Seokjinnie.”

“I – gah, d-don’t…”

But he didn’t mean it, of course not, because he was humping your hand that was closing around his hot, hardening cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his jaw clenching at the feeling, desire and need clouding his eyes, pupils blown-out, ripping open the foil packet, heavier exhales, staring into your eyes.

“You want to look at me that bad, huh?” he breathed against your lips, fishing for it.

You gave it to him, exactly what he wanted.

“Mhm, Seokjin, I want to look at your handsome, perfect face while you fuck my pussy and Namjoon fucks my ass.”

He sucked in a breath, caught in his throat.

“You’re crazy, but so, so hot.”

Eh, you’ll take it.

You moved your hand and he rolled the condom down, yelping as you captured his lips again, addicted to his kiss and his soft cries, his hand and your hand guiding his stiff cock to your quivering pussy, already saturated with slickness, spread knees and lowering body, sinking down onto him, moaning into his mouth and he moaned into your throat, suffocating each other with your noises, rolling your hips and breaking the kiss, both of your faces pointed to heaven with the true heaven between your connected hips, pleasure at being filled and doing the filling, his hands on your ass to push you down.

“Hyung, spread her ass,” Namjoon ordered behind you.

You pitched forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, gasping as you felt him tug outwards, sinking his fingers into your softness, your lips pressed to his cheek, his sweet voice murmuring your name, filling you with warmth despite being exposed so vulnerably.

You inhaled deeply, breathing in Seokjin’s clean scent.

Then you flexed your asshole, tightening and relaxing the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

You gazed at him in your periphery, eyes widening as you realized Namjoon too was naked now, muscular body towering behind you, flicking open a bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers, rubbing them together as they became shiny and slippery, catching your interested expression.

He smirked, dimple on display. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door, Namjoon,” you smirked back, enamored with his seductive dark brown eyes.

He chuckled.

“Nah, you were ready the second Seokjin challenged you and said you couldn’t do it.”

Oops, he got ya.

You gasped hotly, feeling his fingers press up against your tight hole, tracing circles and teasing you, pushing into your ass in the opposing rhythm of Seokjin’s rocking hips, your hold on Seokjin’s shoulders tightening, hearing him gasp with you, watching two Namjoon’s fingers dip in and snake into the tightness, both of them inhaling sharply at the sound, wet squelch and your wanton cry, your hips rocking into it, pleasure shimmering all over.

“T-That’s still not a dick,” Seokjin managed to get out, still stubborn but mixed with awe regardless.

“Gotta stretch her out,” Namjoon chuckled. “Don’t wanna hurt our good girl, right?”

Well, if you weren’t in euphoria before, you definitely were there now.

“N… Namjoon-ah…”

“Shh, I got you, just enjoy.”

You arched your back a little more, Seokjin sliding down to accommodate, slowly thrusting and gasping at the sensation, turning to him and intense kisses, needing to occupy your mouth, fullness in your ass and your pussy, whimpering as your felt Namjoon’s fingers flex, nudging your muscles to relax, core throbbing, clenching around Seokjin’s stiff length instead, so good, oh, yes, it was so good, his kisses and slapping your hips down, wanting more, already chasing more, intoxicated by the feeling of both your holes being filled.

You heard the bottle of lube fall to the floor and the slick sound of hand on hardness.

Shivers up and down your spine.

“Say it.”

You broke Seokjin’s kiss, gasping.

“Tell us that you want it,” Namjoon growled.

Drunk on the idea, commanded by lust.

“P-Please, Namjoon…” you breathed, eyes hazy and half-lidded, staring at Seokjin. “Want you to fuck my ass as Seokjin fucks my pussy. Want you two to ruin me.”

The brown eyes beneath you widened, mouthing, you’re crazy.

You grinned, Namjoon’s fingers buried in your ass.

“Told you, hyung.”

His fingers pulled out, pushing the small of your back down with his palm. One a second to mourn the loss and then your eyes widened, the thick head of Namjoon’s cock pressed against your ass.

Wait, maybe you should have asked if Namjoon could be in your puss–

Too late.

“Oh, f-fuck!”

You clutched Seokjin’s shoulders, digging your nails into him as slowly, carefully, Namjoon’s girth entered your tight, tight hole, still tight even through he worked you up and stretched you out, the lube helping him slip inside, your mind going blank, realizing that maybe you went over your head a little, but too far to turn back and, to be honest, you didn’t want to turn back, the fullness already too good to regret it, gasping as Namjoon gripped your hips, holding you completely still as he bottomed out, hot breath on your shoulder blades.

Well.

Your mind wasn’t so blank that you forgot to speak.

“Still…” you panted, slowly grinning at Seokjin’s shocked and stunned face, his jaw dropped as he felt and witnessed it. “Think it’s impossible for me to take dick in both holes?”

“Y-Y-You…” he sputtered, choking a little as Namjoon began to move, his scrambled words mixing with your lustful moans. “Are absurd.”

It was almost too much, but Namjoon did not let you command the pace, instead firmly keeping you in one spot as he nudged Seokjin to move, guiding you both expertly, groaning when you pulsated around the two dicks, able to feel the reverberations from the closeness, body to body to body, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Seokjin thrusting up from below, his handsome face tense, panting with effort.

“Oh, fuck… it’s so tight… fuck, I can feel it, I can feel his dick fucking your ass, that’s so weird…”

You weren’t quite sure what he expected to feel. What did Seokjin originally think he was getting into when he called you? He was the one who had been touting their superior size! What did he think it would feel like–?!

“A-Ah, y-yes, there, like that, oh f-fuck, like thaaaaaaat…”

You forgot about questioning Seokjin’s brain, refocusing on the feeling of the consistent thrusting and depth of the two cocks, an almost melodic rhythm and substantial fullness. There was a sweet spot, right, oh, there, Namjoon’s hand flat against your back, his deep grunts of effort paired with each smack of hips to ass and Seokjin’s crotch to yours.

Oh, huh, were those loud, pitched moans resonating off the apartment walls you? But the ecstasy too high, too real, too good, so good that you seemed to forget that it was already very late at night.

Surely their neighbors would complain – was that part of your brand now? oops – but it seemed that neither Seokjin or Namjoon noticed or cared, pants and moans and groans and chasing carnal pleasure, irrational, wild, heads thrown back, lashes fluttering and lost in bliss, stuffing your tight, wet heat from both holes, kissing Seokjin sloppily before turning your head to make out with Namjoon, his teeth trapping your tongue and sucking on it, gargled moan and shaking body at the mercy of his iron grip, snapping back to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, juxtaposition of hard and soft, crashing pleasure and coiled constriction, letting go, orgasm overtaking you in shudders, not realizing you had been so close, their names falling from your throat between fucked-out, loud, blissful cries.

“Seokjin… Namjoon…”

Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but peak in that gratifying elation, shivers up and down your spine, the lower half of your body throbbing and trembling, chin lowering only to witness Seokjin shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw, groaning out your name as he shot into the condom, jerking cock twitching inside you, vibrating front to back, no, that was Namjoon’s low hiss of your name, his fingernails digging in your hips he shot into your ass, your eyes snapping open, thick spurts of his orgasm so strong that you could feel his cock twitching deep inside, your pulse roaring in your ears, chest heaving, struggling for breath.

Feeling far too proud that they both came with you.

Namjoon’s sweaty chest hit your back, sandwiching you between that big body and Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin looked to be two seconds away from passing out from the ecstasy of orgasm.

Nice.

“Don’t… question me… again,” you snickered, panting heavily.

Seokjin mumbled and shrugged, incoherent.

“I think he’s saying you could do this, but not the reverse of him in the ass and me in the pussy,” Namjoon clarified, kissing your shoulders with an amused chuckle.

“What?!” you roared.

“That’s n-not…!”

Welp.

“We still have unfinished business.”

“Yoongi, I just got DP’ed last night. Have mercy.”

“Mmm.”

Kisses on your neck, lowering the strap of your bra, wrapping his arms around you, purring your name.

“I guess you can buy me dinner and we can watch a movie instead.”

“I have to buy?!”

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Chapter 8: If You Want to Go || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: Complete Faith (Masterpost)

Pairing: Taehyung x female reader; {background SJ x OC, mentions of YG x OC, and HS x OC}

Rating: Soft R overall, this chapter: PG-13

Wordcount: 50k total; this chapter: 3521

Summary: It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

Alternate summary: coworkers to friends to lovers to idiots to lovers again

TW/CW: Full list on the Masterpost. This chapter: strong language, we are officially in the Idiots Section of the above Alternate Summary :)))), Ben is back, my beta wrote me back “I just feel hollow” after reading this chapter sooooo I officially apologize in advance for this one?

Notes: A HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to @kookstempo for the amazing beta job tytytytyty!

Chapter 8: If You Want to Go

Early August

You spend most evenings with Taehyung, either at your place or his. Sometimes it results in a stay overnight, but not always. Everything is wonderful, but the beginning of relationships always are - you know that better than anyone.

Things start to change the first time Taehyung cancels on you. He pokes his head into your office without knocking, which is unlike him.

“I’m leaving early,” he tells you. “My mom has a health thing going on… I’ll be at my parents’ house tonight. I’m sorry. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Is everything okay?” you ask, instantly alarmed.

“Yeah,” he tells you, but his face is so serious. “It’s not, like, an emergency or anything. But they need me there. I’ll call you.”

You end up inviting Nikki over for a girls’ night instead, ordering pizza and sitting on the floor of your living room listening to music and talking. She said she has big news, and you’re excited to hear it.

“So,” she says, leaning back on some pillows. “I was putting away laundry… and I found it.”

“Oh, my god,” you utter, sitting straight up. “Seriously? Did you open it?”

You’re talking, of course, about a ring box.

She shakes her head. “No,” she tells you. “I felt so guilty – even though I swear I was not trying to snoop – I just covered it back up and kept on my merry way. I ruined the surprise that it’s coming, so I want to let him keep some surprises intact.”

“Oh my god,” you say again, unable to come up with anything else. “You’re going to get to plan a wedding!”

“I’m going to get to marry Seokjin,” she points out. “The wedding is just a day.”

“He really is husband material,” you observe. “I think he keeps you alive, honestly.”

“He keeps me fed, at least,” she allows. “God, if anything happened with us I think I’d starve to death.”

It’s a few hours later that your phone rings, Tae’s name and a cute picture of the two of you popping up.

“I’m going to answer him in my room if that’s okay,” you tell Nikki. “He had something personal going on.”

She nods to show it’s not a problem, and you close your bedroom door gently. You swipe to accept the call and sit down on your bed.

“Hi there,” you say. “How’s your mom?”

“Everything’s okay,” he tells you, which is not exactly an answer. “I’m really sorry for canceling tonight. I might… not be around much for the next week.”

You don’t have words for the feeling in your stomach. It feels like your very organs are singing to you told you so told you so told you so.

“Okay,” you say, your voice tiny.

You hear him take a deep breath. “The thing is,” he tells you, “my mom has MS – Multiple Sclerosis. My dad is around to help her most of the time, but he’s traveling for work this week. She’s having an attack right now, and there’s no telling how long it will last before it subsides again. I’m staying here until he’s home or the attack ends, whichever comes first.”

“Taehyung,” you say, suddenly breathless. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“It doesn’t normally affect my day-to-day life,” he admits. “My dad isn’t gone often, and her last attack was two years ago. It’s not normally like this.”

“Are you okay?” you whisper. “Do you want me to come help around the house? Or just keep you company? I’ll be there to help, you don’t have to entertain me or anything.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” he says, “but I’ve got it under control.”

When you go back out to Nikki, she takes one look at your face and puts her phone down. “What happened?” she asks.

“I think I need to google some stuff,” you tell her.

In the morning, Taehyung isn’t at the morning meeting. You plan on texting him once you’re back in your office, but he beats you to the punch by calling your office line directly.

“Human Resources, this is Y/N speaking.”

“Hey,” he says, and it takes you a second to catch on.

“Oh,” you say. “Hi! Staying home today? I was just about to text you.”

“Yeah, I’m with my mom,” he says. “This is actually a human resources call, not a girlfriend call.”

Your stomach does a butterfly thing that you don’t appreciate over him using girlfriend so casually.

“Okay,” you say. “What’s up?”

“I got approved for intermittent FMLA before you started here,” he tells you. “It should be in my file. I need to use today as an FMLA day.”

FMLA, Family Medical Leave of Absence, is usually used by employees when they’ll be out for a while – pregnancy, broken leg, that type of thing. But it can be used intermittently sometimes – you’ve seen it for employees with debilitating migraines, or mental health struggles. There’s a lot of paperwork for the doctors to validate the necessity, but FMLA essentially protects the employee’s job for a given amount of time or given number of days.

You pull up Taehyung’s file. “Yes, I see it. You haven’t used any yet.”

“I got the paperwork done when she had a few bad days, but ended up not needing it until now,” he confirms.

You go into the time-keeping program and click around until you’ve got Taehyung all situated.

“Okay, it’s handled,” you tell him.

“Thanks, baby,” he says. “Have a good day, okay?”

You don’t hear from him for the rest of the day. You text him before bed, “Hope everything went okay today.” You consider throwing in a miss you, but you decide to leave it alone. When you wake up in the morning, he hasn’t answered.

You know what’s going on, you know the situation. But you cannot stop yourself from thinking about how fucking familiar this feels.

Taehyung stays home the next two days, too, though he does call you again one of those nights.

“Hey,” he says. “It’s been shitty. My mom’s neurologist has her getting IV steroids, so I’ve been taking her to the hospital every day and waiting with her while it runs. We’re both exhausted, and she feels like shit. It’s just… I really hate this.”

“I’m so sorry you’re both going through this,” you murmur. “I really wish I could help somehow. Or at least be there with you.”

Later, during your lunch break, you’re scrolling through your phone when you see a post that makes you stop.

It’s Ben’s post. You unfollowed him on all social media when you broke up, but this post is public and a mutual friend commented on it, so it’s shown up on your feed.

“Oh, damn,” you say, looking closer. Nikki leans over to see. “Ben’s grandpa died. I liked him, he was so nice to me.”

“That sucks,” Nikki allows, maybe the kindest she’s ever been towards Ben. Then she looks at you suspiciously. “Y/N…”

“Stop it,” you scold her. “We were together for two years. I knew his grandpa. I have to say something.”

She grumbles something unintelligible at you, but you ignore her, opening a text to Ben.

[12:17 pm] You: Hey… just saw about your grandpa. I’m really sorry to hear that. He was always so nice to me. Hope you’re doing okay

You expect silence for a few hours, but somehow Ben answers you almost immediately.

[12:17 pm] Ben: Thanks Y/N. We’re doing okay. He was really special. Services are on Friday if you want to come. How have you been?

“See, I knew this would happen,” Nikki says, cranky. “Now it’s a conversation.”

“Don’t be annoying,” you grump. But you wait until you’re back in your office before you reply.

[12:42 pm] You: Okay, yeah, I’ll probably come by after work. Thanks. I’ve been okay, same ol’ same ol’

[12:44 pm] Ben: do me a favor… don’t bring your new boyfriend

[12:45 pm] You: ben what the actual fuck

[12:46 pm] You: that would be SO insensitive like why would you think I would do that

[12:49 pm] Ben: wtv y/n, you can be as pissed as you want, it’s already going to be a hard fucking day

[12:50 pm] Ben: I don’t need that shit in my face on top of everything else

You tell Taehyung about it – the post, the fact that you’ll be going to the wake - on the phone that night. You do leave out that Ben specifically requested that you not bring Taehyung.

You can’t see his face, but you can hear the displeasure in Taehyung’s voice as he says, “Okay. I don’t really get it, but I’m not telling you not to go. If you feel like that’s something you need to do, then do it.”

You’re silent for a minute.

“It’s just that,” you try to explain yourself, “it’s not like just a random family member. I knew him.”

“That’s fine. I’m not arguing with you. If you want to go, then go.”

“You sound mad about it,” you observe.

Taehyung huffs, and it’s the first time you’ve really heard him sound annoyed with you. It does not feel good. “I don’t know, Y/N, I guess I just don’t get it. I wouldn’t go to funeral services for the family member of an ex. I wouldn’t feel like it was appropriate.”

“None of your exes were two-year relationships,” you point out. You think this is a fairly logical thing, but his silence tells you it hurt his feelings.

“Tae…”

You hear a woman’s voice in the background – his mom, you’re sure. “I have to go,” he says flatly. “Have a good night. I’ll talk to you… when I can.”

“Bye,” you say quietly, but he’s already hung up. Your stomach hurts. You want to call Nikki but you aren’t sure what exactly you’d tell her. It wasn’t really a fight, right?

You don’t sleep much that night. You text Taehyung around three in the morning – “can’t sleep. Hope we’re okay. Hope YOU’RE okay. ☹️” – but when your alarm goes off at 6:30 he hasn’t answered.

Friday comes quickly, and you drive straight to the funeral home from work. You check your phone while you stand in the receiving line, but you have only a text from Nikki. You answer her and move onto social media as the line inches forward bit by bit.

When you reach Ben’s parents, you give them each a quick hug and tell them you’re sorry for their loss.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you,” his mom says, hugging you tightly. “It’s really nice that you came.”

“Of course,” you murmur, uncomfortable. You move on to Ben, who gives you a long look before you hug.

“I’m really sorry,” you tell him when you separate. “I hope you’re all doing okay.”

“As well as can be expected,” he replies politely. “How have you been? How’s Sierra?”

It’s like a punch in the fucking stomach. Sierra had loved Ben, she’d always asked if he’d be around when you picked her up from school. She’d been kind of mad at you when you had told her about the breakup.

“She’s okay,” you tell him, sadness creeping into your bones like winter cold. “My mom pulled her first overnight vanishing act in a few years last week, so that was fun to deal with.”

Ben gives you an understanding look. “I’m sorry,” he says, and you feel like he probably means it. He had been around for a lot of the drama with your mom a few years back.

“Hey,” he says, before you move on. “A few of us are going out after. You want to join?”

You spend a few hours at the bar with Ben and some people you went to college with. What else would you be doing tonight, sitting alone at home talking to no one? It turns out to be more fun than you expected, and you end up in some group photos on social media. You think nothing of it until Taehyung calls you, about an hour after you get home.

“Hey,” he says, voice tight.

“Hey,” you say back. “Everything okay?”

“Sure,” he says, but he sounds the same. “Did you have a good time going out with your ex?”

This floors you. You’re honestly speechless, mouth hanging open and everything. Then, you snap. “I’m sorry,” you say sarcastically, “explain to me the part where I did something wrong?”

Taehyung pauses. “I guess nothing, when you put it that way,” he admits, voice still laced with venom. “But damn, Y/N, put yourself in my shoes for a minute. Imagine having the day – fuck, the week – I’ve had, and then I turn on my phone to see that shit?”

“I can’t imagine the day, or week, you’ve had, Tae. You haven’t told me. I keep trying to be there for you right now, and you’ve been keeping me at arm’s length. I get it – trust me, I do. I’m really private about the stuff with my mom too. But when I needed you to be there and you stepped up, I let you.”

It’s quiet on the line for a few minutes. “Listen,” he says finally, “my dad will be home again in two days. Things can go back to normal then. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend time with you the way we both want, but you know the reason why.”

“I do,” you allow.

“So let’s just…” he sighs, stops, tries again. “Let’s just get through the next two days. Do you want to come over after work on Monday?”

You stare at your ceiling, feeling frustrated. “Yeah,” you say finally. “We can do that.”

The weekend is total garbage from start to finish. You text Taehyung – “morning” – early on Saturday and he never replies. You don’t know if he’s genuinely busy with his mom, if he’s still pissed off at you for the previous night, if he’s just not feeling it anymore (you are past a month together, it’d be right on time)… or a combination of the above.

On Monday, Taehyung avoids your gaze during the morning meeting, and your heart sinks. You were hoping you would do like he said on the phone Friday night and just pick up where you left off today, arguments forgotten.

Nikki regards you curiously from across your desk after the morning meeting. “Girl, what happened?” she asks, nudging your door shut with her foot.

“Everything I touch turns to ash,” you deadpan. “Literally, I don’t even know. Again. What is wrong with me?”

She looks at you sympathetically. “Nothing is wrong with you. But going out with Ben was douchey.”

You look at her in shock. Nikki is a ride-or-die friend, eternally on your side. “What? I went out with a group, I wasn’t even with him.”

She gives you a flat look. “Y/N. Come on. I’ve known you a long time. I love you a ton. But it’s pretty clear to me what happened on Friday.”

“Please enlighten me,” you say, feeling a simmer of anger in your belly.

“Taehyung stopped talking to you for a few days, so when Ben asked you to go out you accepted in retaliation.”

“You sure think you have it all figured out,” you say sarcastically.

Of course – of fucking course – your phone buzzes on your desk. You look quickly, hoping for Taehyung. Instead, it’s Ben. Nikki clocks this. She holds out a hand towards your phone, face saying what her voice isn’t – and now look, the wrong man is texting you because of your bullshit.

As you leave work, walking to your car, you text Taehyung – “Still want me to come over?”

After he didn’t talk to you all day – again - you wouldn’t be surprised if he said never mind. But he texts you back confirming, so you head home to get changed. You don’t even bother packing anything for overnight.

Call it intuition.

Taehyung lets you into his apartment with a small smile and leads you through to his little balcony. The weather’s warm, and it feels nice to be outside. He’s cracked a beer for each of you, so you sit.

You like Taehyung’s place – more than your own. First, the balcony is cute as hell. He’s also got a way bigger bathroom, a washer/drier unit that he doesn’t have to walk outside to get to, and… the nook. It was your nook for the last month and a half. The first time you’d stayed the night, he had shown it to you, so proud. It was a little corner near the sliding glass door of the balcony where he’d pulled a comfy chair and a tiny little end-table. He’d put a blanket over the back.

“Look,” he’d said, grinning, so proud of himself. “This is the Y/N’s Waking Up spot. I know you like to sit and drink your coffee in silence in the mornings. This can be your spot. The sun rises on this side, so you can sit here and have your quiet time and watch the sun come up.”

It was the most seen you’d ever felt in your entire life. The day he’d showed it to you, it had almost brought you to grateful tears.

Seeing the chair in its spot as you walk to the balcony makes you feel fucking devastated, and you suddenly feel so horrifically sad that it’s almost nauseating. Breaking up with Ben felt nothing like this.

“Can we talk about what’s been happening with us?” Taehyung asks quietly when you sit. “I know it’s been shitty for both of us since last week.”

You nod mutely, not sure you can trust yourself to speak. He takes this as a cue to continue. “I know I wasn’t… extremely forthcoming about what was happening at my parents’ house,” he admits. “But I feel like you took that kind of personally and… acted out.”

If Nikki hadn’t said the same thing to you earlier, you would have responded hotly to that. But when two people tell you the same thing, generally it means you’re wrong.

You take a second to think, to try and get your thoughts in order. “It’s felt like this for me,” you say, finally ready to try and explain. “It’s like your active life is this box, right?” You use your hands to help you, making the shape of a box in front of you. “And you picked me up and placed me to the side of the box, and you wanted me to just wait there until you were ready for me again. It just… I don’t… Tae, I’ve done that before, remember? I can’t do it again.”

“This is not the same as what happened with Ben,” he hisses, leaning forward with the intensity of the words. “I knew that’s what was going on with you! Do you not see how this is different? You knew what was happening with me. You knew it was going to be kind of different and you couldn’t just hang on for a literal week, Y/N-.”

“Did I, though?” you interrupt. “Did I know it was a week because of whatever was going on that you wouldn’t talk to me about, or did I just have to take that on faith? Aren’t you the one who gave me shit for staying in relationships where I’m being ignored?”

He sits back in his chair, eyes wide. He looks away, licks his lips, opens his mouth to take a breath, then holds still again. He asks, “So, was that the problem? You didn’t believe me that things were only a little off because of my mom? You didn’t trust me that we’d be right back to normal once my dad got back?”

“I didn’t know what to think,” you admit, throat tight. “You weren’t answering my texts or calls… it just felt so familiar…”

Finally he says, his voice deathly low and serious, “If at this point you legitimately don’t trust me… then what are you even doing? Why are you even here?”

You don’t have an answer to this. You look back at him, silent, heart pounding. Finally, the self-preservation kicks in, the part of your brain that reminds you to hit back after you’ve been hit, and you say, “Right on schedule, right, Taehyung? Did we make it a whole seven weeks?”

Suddenly, just like that, you’re having an entirely different argument - the one that’s been looming over you all along, ever since the first time you told him not to play games with you.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, pointing at you. “I’m in this. You’re the one who’s been holding back, you’re the one acting like you can slow it down if you dig your heels in hard enough.”

“That isn’t true,” you deny.

“Then ask yourself – no, fuck that, I am asking you: do you think we can make it?” He lifts his chin and looks at you evenly, gauntlet thrown. “If your answer isn’t immediately, unequivocally yes, then you might as well just leave.”

No one says anything else after that. You let yourself out of the apartment. On the way home, you have to pull over, pressing your head into the top of the steering wheel as you heave out sob after wracking sob.

[8:52 pm] Nikki: Honey, I’m so sorry

[8:53 pm] Nikki: Are you okay? Do you want to talk??

[9:12 pm] You: No. And no.

Thank you so much for being here! I appreciate every single like and reblog!

Chapter 9 will post on Friday, May 27th. :)

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theneondemonx · 3 years ago

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HOUDINI | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: jungkook was your first and only. When he got arrested, you felt like an idiot for always believing his every word and after a few years you decided to date again. But the word somehow got to his ears in jail and he couldn’t let you be anyone else’s but his.

▽ genre: porn with some plot, criminal au, established relationship

▽ pairings: escaped convict!jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 3464

▽ warnings: mention of abusive relationship, mention of alcohol abuse, mention of underage sex, criminal activities, implied murder, possessive behavior, mention of female masturbation, spanking, fingering, female ejaculation, overstimulation, oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk

( ➜ Drabble 1: first meeting ) [⏵playlist]

He hit me and it felt like a kiss He hit me and I knew he loved me If he didn't care for me I could have never made him mad But he hit me and I was glad

You were still very young when you learned that love was nothing like the cheesy romances you’d see on the big screen. Well, you didn’t actually have the money to go to the movies, but sometimes you found the way to sneak in and watch whatever was there to watch. You had a fascination for those stories, for those dancing images on the screen. They were made of pure light. Literally. While everyone was caught in the enchantment of the movie, you were the one to look behind your back and follow the light beam up until its source, looking straight at the small window from which the projector created the whole illusion of life before your eyes.

Most people want to escape from reality. They want to feel like their life has meaning, like it is just one plot twist away from being interesting. I didn’t. Maybe I should have, since mine was pretty shit. But I guess this was the whole reason why I was looking for the disenchantment. It’s like watching a magician. I’ve always been the type to be more observant, to look for the trick. Cause if there wasn’t any, then it would have meant that mine was the only pointless existence.

No one in your block had a penny to their names. Everyone dreamed of going away, of starting a new life and do something meaningful. But you knew that most of them would never make it. They were trapped.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Those weren’t your words. They were Jungkook’s. Well, not his own words, actually. He had read them somewhere. He was the type to read, although he didn’t look like it at all. And you know how people who read are: they are good with words. They can shape reality with just a flick of their tongue. And damn if he got a way with words! That’s why you fell for him.

It wasn’t just the fact that he got the looks of an angel. He also talked like one. He could talk his way in and out of everything and you were pretty sure he could lie his way into heaven if he wanted to. He was an exceptional liar, a pathological one too. But you loved him anyway.

You believed him when he told you that he was going to turn your life upside down. Why wouldn’t you? He had already done it more times than you could count. He had done it since the day you first met in that dark movie theatre. You had always believed him and everything he said. He was the only man you ever loved, the first and the last you had sex with, and eventually the one you married.

He reminded you of your father. They had the same dangerous charm. Their eyes gleamed with the same light: that of a man who was willing to con the whole world and make it his own. Your father didn’t make it, though. He became a drunk mess and ended up in prison for attempted murder.

Only a pathetic fuck goes to jail for attempted murder. Either you go down for murder, or you don’t go down at all. That’s how much of a failure he was.

But you didn’t care about him. He used to beat your mother whenever he felt like it. Jungkook, on the other hand, never did that.

So, when he told you those words – “the less you know, the better” – you didn’t question him. You just believed him. And when he came home with a bag full of money and his hands covered in blood, you still didn’t question him. You just did as he asked and bent over the kitchen table to let him fuck you senseless.

You really didn’t care about what he did. Everyone in your block was somehow entangled with criminal activities. That’s just how it is when you can’t afford an honest life. What if he robbed a bank? What if he killed someone to get that money? So what? You’d love him anyway. You’d love him no matter what.

You still loved him when you heard the sirens wailing through the block and stop outside your shared house. You didn’t care about the fact that he just ripped your marriage into pieces. You always knew he was an Icarus.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be home for dinner.” He told you with a cocky smirk, while being pushed inside the police car.

And again, you believed him.

He was the only magician who ever managed to deceive you into thinking that his was actual magic and not just a trick. But when the jury found him guilty of aggravated robbery and murder, you felt like the lights had gone off and the curtain closed on his magic show. It was over. And now you were left standing in a sad empty circus, with just the distant music of the carousel to remind you of the fact that it was all a rouse. A convincing one for sure, but still a rouse.

When you saw him being taken away from the trial, you thought about those words he told you years before.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

And you smiled to yourself. Somehow, even though your whole life had just gone to pieces, you found them ironic. Who would have thought, back then, that he would end up in an actual prison? Not you for sure.

The years had passed and although you never really moved on from Jungkook, you decided it was time for you to build a life for yourself. You were still young and pretty, so it wasn’t hard for you to fool some stupid rich boy from the city. Kim Seokjin was no Jeon Jungkook, but he had money and a steady job – one that could actually pay for rent, food and vices without raising any question from the authorities.

He didn’t know you were broke as fuck, and you did your best to hide it with the means you had and the cunning that your lowlife background had teach you. You would buy fancy dresses and hide the tag when you wore them, so that you could return them the day after. You would also tell Seokjin to come pick you up at work in Gangnam. You never worked there, of course, but he was dumb enough to believe you. It didn’t really matter: you planned on sleeping with him soon enough and let him knock you up. Men always get way too excited when you tell them that they can fuck you without putting on a condom.

What you didn’t plan, however, was to find yourself with a tattooed hand covering your mouth when one night you came back home from a date with Seokjin. At first you tried to scream and free yourself from the strong grip of the mysterious man that somehow got into your house, but you froze as soon as he spoke.

“Shh be quiet, baby. You want to be the one to rat me out?”

You’d recognize that voice among millions. It was Jungkook.

How did he get out? His sentence is not over yet. He still has to serve twenty more years.

You thought that by being quiet and staying still, he would loosen the grip on you, but he didn’t.

“Fancy dress you got here, honey.” He hissed, pressing his lips against your ear and making you shiver from his touch. His hand trailed along the side of your body, caressing the expensive fabric of the white dress.

“Was your new boyfriend, the one who bought it for you?”

Your eyes widened at that question and you again tried to free yourself without success.

“Yeah.. I know. I was surprised too when Yoongi came to visit me and told me you were seeing some fancy city boy with his head up his tuxedo-covered ass.”

You knew that no matter how soft his voice could sound, he was mad. He was always calm when he was really mad.. until he wasn’t calm anymore.

“I told him: no, Yoongi, there’s no way that’s true. My sweet Y/N would never do something like that. She is a faithful wife, not some dirty whore who’s ready to sell her cunt to the first Richie Rich who comes around.”

He chuckled darkly.

“But he brought me the photos. So I guess I was wrong.”

He abruptly turned you around, pushing your back against the wall. It was then, that you saw him. His hair got longer and he somehow got some tattoos on his right arm. His dark eyes were gleaming in the dark with a mischievous light that you had never seen on him – not when he was looking at you, at least.

His fingers tightened around your jaw, forcing you to look at him straight in the eyes.

“Did you let him touch you?”

“N-no.” You muttered, with your heartbeat racing fast and your eyes wide open like those of an innocent doe who was just caught by a cold-blooded hunter.

He pressed his body on yours, breathing heavily against your lips without breaking eye contact.

“If you are lying to me.. I’ll know, Y/N.” He hissed. And you knew that those words were a clear warning.

“I expect your cunt to be tighter than it was when I left. If it isn’t..” he chuckled, slightly tilting his head to the side and licking his lips while caressing gently your reddened cheek. “..well, I guess I’ll stretch your holes so wide that there won’t be any doubt about whose little whore you are.”

He didn’t give you any time to breathe, let alone answer. He pressed his lips on yours with such passion that he sucked the air out of your lungs. And you melted.

You still loved him, after all. You still craved for his touch, which you missed every single night that you’ve spent in your empty bed. Every time you touched yourself, you always closed your eyes and think of him: his hands, his lips, his toned body, his cock, his breath, his smell.. everything. No man could turn you on like he did.

You could tell he had changed. He got more violent, more possessive. But for some reason, that didn’t bother you. Somehow, in a fucked up way, you enjoyed it. It was like you just had the proof that he truly loved you. That you were sill his.

You run your fingers through his hair, tightening your grip while kissing him deeply. A muffled sigh escaped from your lips when his tongue entered your mouth, exploring every corner of it like that was the last kiss he was ever gonna give you.

“Touch me.” You murmured, like it was a prayer sent straight to God.

The first one that was actually answered, since Jungkook’s hands quickly slipped under your dress while you kicked off your shoes. He turned you around again, face against the wall, and removed your underwear.

You gasped at his touch on your wet entrance, arching your back so that he could see your pussy in its full glory.

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” He murmured, starting to run his palm on your pussy.

You moaned, grinding against his hand in search of his touch while he steadied your hips with the strong grip of his free hand.

“Already purring like a kitten, baby?”

Another moan escaped from your lips, this time loudly, when he inserted his middle finger in your throbbing core, feeling it clench around his touch.

“Such a good girl. You didn’t lie to me.” He commented in a hiss, inserting another finger to test your tightness and starting to pump his digits on your most sensitive spot.

“So tight. Will you be able to take my cock, baby?”

“Y-yes. Yes I will.” You answered in between your heavy breaths and moans, chasing the pleasure that his movements gave you.

You suddenly let out a sharp cry when you felt his hand slapping your ass cheek without notice. But the lingering pain had the only effect of heightening the pleasure and getting you even more wet.

Hu chuckled, spanking you one more time.

“Fuck! Jungkook!”

He had always loved it when you said his name during sex, and he still did apparently, since he started pumping his digits harder inside you. The lewd sounds of your pussy soon filled the silence of the night.

When his other hand reached your clit and started drawing quick circles around it, your legs started shivering and your eyes rolled back from the pleasure. If it wasn’t for the wall, you’d probably fall on your knees when the orgasm hit you. You moaned so loud that you almost sounded like a dying animal.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me.”

His words only made it worse and you couldn’t help but feel like a fire ball hit you right in the belly. Your walls clenched around his pumping digits and soon your climax reached an unprecedented high, making you ejaculate on his hand while waves of pleasure went through your body like an electric shock.

“Oh my God!” Was is reaction to the mess you just made.

He let out a satisfied laugh, retracting his fingers from your overstimulated core just to smear your arousal on your own lips.

“Open your mouth, baby. I want you to taste yourself – the way I make you feel.”

You obeyed, and even if you were still panting and barely able to function, you took his fingers in you mouth, rotating your tongue around them and sucking every drop of your own arousal before letting them out with a pop.

“Good girl.” He praised you softly, caressing your hair. “Now get on your knees for me.”

Again, you obeyed without hesitation while he unzipped his pants and pumped himself a few times in front of your face.

You looked up at him, licking your lips. You could still taste your slick on them, but you wanted something different. You wanted his taste. And you were so eager to get it, that you didn’t waste any time.

You soon wrapped your mouth around his hard cock, sucking it like it was your last meal. But letting you have it your way was not Jungkook’s plan. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tying them up in a ponytail that was only held by his own hand, and started thrusting inside your mouth until tears were gathering at the corner of your eyes.

A deep growl escaped from his lips at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock and your messed up make up smeared all over your face.

“My little whore. Always so good for me.” He said through his panting, face fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

And probably there wasn’t gonna be one. For all you knew, the police could come at any moment and take him back to his cell – this time, forever. But, if anything, the thrill just added something extra to the whole situation, making it even more exciting.

The rhythm of his deep thrusts against your throat soon made you gag. And that was it. That was what he wanted, what he was looking for.

“Oh shit! Fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

His cum shot straight down your throat, filling you with his warm liquid. You loved his taste. You always had since the first time he sucked his cock. You were only fifteen back then, and you had no idea how to do it. But he was older than you and he guided your every movement, teaching you what he liked and what he wanted. You thought you’d spit him out, but you always swallowed. You liked it. You liked the taste of his orgasm and you liked to know that you were the one to make him cum like that.

“Take off your dress and bra.”

Your jaw was still feeling numb and your legs weak when he ordered you to undress, but you still obeyed, in a daze.

“Now bend over the couch.”

Again, you didn’t raise any question. You just crawled towards the couch and rested your chest on the pillows, closing your eyes while you tried to catch your breath. You could feel your heart beating strong, muffled by the padded fabric of the couch. The only other sound was that of his steps, getting closer and closer to you until he dropped heavily on his knees, resting his large hands on your ass cheeks and parting them.

He let out a pleased moan and you could feel his gaze devouring the most intimate part of your body. You didn’t even need to look or feel him to know that he was getting hard again. And you felt proud. You arched your back and spread your legs a big wider, offering him the whole show. You loved to know that he wanted you so bad. Just the thought of his desire aroused you more than anything else.

He chuckled, spanking you again and making you gasp at the sharp feel of his palm against your sensitive skin.

“God, you’ve always loved being a slut for me. Am I right?”

You thought the question was rhetoric, so you didn’t respond. But when he gave you another spank and bent over you, pulling your hair to get your ear closer to his lips, you knew he wanted to hear your voice.

“Answer me. Whose little slut are you?”

“Y-yours, Jungkook. I’m your little slut.”

He chuckled darkly, letting go of your hair while caressing your reddened ass cheek and pressing his lips on your ear.

“Good girl.” He praised you, slowly starting to align the tip of his cock with your wet entrance.

You whimpered at the feel, arching your back even more to look for more friction. Seeing you like that, so eager to have him inside of you, was all it took for him to sink deep inside your core, filling you with all his length and stretching your walls.

“Fuck! You got so tight, baby.”

You did. While he was away, you didn’t have sex with anybody and you only started thinking about that when you met Seokjin. Not because you really wanted to, but because you felt like it was a necessary step to get what you wanted. Sure, Jin was handsome, but he was no Jungkook. Your husband, your first love, your first everything – he was the only one who could make you wet just by staring at you. He had that power – the power to make your head spin like you had too many drinks.

Jungkook hold your hips in place and started pounding you hard, making you moan at every thrust until you were just a hot wet mess at his mercy.

“Jungkook..” That was all you could say, breathless, while feeling your walls clench around his cock like they were holding to dear life.

He went balls deep inside of you, fucking you for all the times he didn’t in the past three years. It was intoxicating, and you knew you could never get enough of that feeling – of him.

“Jungkook.. cum inside me, please.” You whimpered, pleading him with a mere whisper when you felt his thrusts getting sloppier and more imprecise. Your orgasm was close too, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t pull out. You wanted to feel every drop of him.

“Y/N.. fuck!” Was all he said while he sank deep inside your core, filling you up with his cum and pumping it in to get you closer to your climax.

You came with his name on your lips and the lewd sounds of your sex filling your ears like the sweetest music you’d ever heard. Your hands grabbed the fabric of the couch and you could feel your saliva dripping down the side of your lips, parted by the intense sensation of your orgasm.

He dropped with his chest pressing on your back. You could feel his heavy breath against your skin and his heartbeat trying to get a calmer pace while the high of the climax was slowly fading away.

“We are leaving tonight, baby.” He whispered in your ear after a few moments of silence. “I’m not going back to jail. I’m not gonna let them tear us apart again.”

And again, even after everything that had happened, you believed him.

I guess this is my prison. You are. But I don’t want to escape.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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jamaisjoons · 4 years ago

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dark chocolate snap ⤑ ksj & kth | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 the last thing you’d expected a few days before valentine’s, was a text from your friends’ with benefits telling you to meet them at a hotel. however, with all the tasty tricks up their sleeve, you’re sure that valentine’s day will be extra sweet this year. that is, as long as you survive the night with the two men ravishing you as if you’re their last meal… or dessert. 〞friends with benefits au. valentine’s au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x taehyung

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ∝ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 15.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: heavy bdsm themes, hard (but softer than tae)dom!seokjin, hard dom!taehyung, big cock!seokjin, big cock!taehyung, slight bratty sub!reader, threesome: mfm, public indecency yeehaw, use of sex toys: vibrators, exhibitionism, humiliation, use of blindfolds, grinding, female masturbation, voyeurism, teasing, biting, dirty talk, degradation, finger licking/sucking, fingering, wet and messy, minor breast/nipple play, spanking, face slapping with cock, cock rubbing, rough/sloppy blowjob, choking/gagging on cock, praise, food play: melted chocolate, temperature play, licking/eating food off of a body, power dynamics, pain kink, mild ass worship, pussy eating, deep throating, hair pulling, clit torture, throat bulge, face fucking, slight objectification kink, minor choking, crying, orgasm control, orgasm denial, disobedience/punishment, oral fixation, cock worship, anal play, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, impact play: paddle, some truly inspired use of chocolate, begging, forced orgasm, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, riding, minor male masturbation, ass eating, anal fingering, spitting, anal sex, double penetration, rough sex, deep dicking, creampie, anal creampie, aftercare because yn is a trooper an deserves it for her performance

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: ahhhhhhhh i have no idea wtf is happening in this but either way i love taejin... also this is ACTUALLY pwp because the plot and or background to their relationship is non existent

⤑ edited by my lovely @shadowsremedy, beta read by the sweetest @yeoldontknow, @kithtaehyung, @softyoongiionly, @yoonjinkooked, @sunshinekims, @nottodayjjk, and @vari8tions

⏤ written for the bon appetit collab

Big Daddy 🍆

Princess Suite. Crown Plaza. Sowol-ro. Hannam-dong. Reserved under Kim Seokjin. Taehyung and I will be waiting.

You stare at your phone for a couple of moments, making sure that you’ve got the correct address, as well as the hotel, before looking up at the imposing tower of steel and glass that looms over you. The words ‘Crown Plaza’ are emblazoned at the top of the building; the flavescent neon lighting proudly shimmering against the late-evening sky. Eyes skimming to the entrance, you pull your lower lip between your teeth, before anxiously chewing on it. Currently, you’re in the warm comfort of your Uber, the driver patiently waiting for you to exit her vehicle. However, the harder you scrutinise the length between the door of the cab, to the hotel’s front door, the more you feel like turning tail and running away. And that’s nothing to say for the way the distance seems to increase with each passing second; though, you’re sure that’s more to do with your apprehension than anything.

Turning to the Uber driver, “Is there any way you can get closer to the entrance?” you question. The woman looks at you strangely before shaking her head.

“This is the drop off,” comes her laconic response.

At her words, you bite your lip harder - hard enough to almost draw blood - before nodding your head. For a second time that evening, you consider asking the driver to take you back home. Nonetheless, you know that’s not an option: Seokjin and Taehyung most likely waiting for you in the hotel suite. Though, honestly speaking, your tentativeness is all thanks to them in the first place. After all, who the hell ordered their lover to go to a hotel completely naked, with only a winter coat to keep them covered? Answer? Seokjin and Taehyung. Of course, it’s partially your own fault. Mostly because, you’re the one who told both your friends’ with benefits that you wanted more spontaneity and thrill in your relationship. Although, this was not what you had in mind; i.e. Seokjin texting you the moment you’d gotten home from work to strip and get to the hotel.

“Are you getting out? I have other customers,” the woman prompts, and realising she’s grown impatient, you send her an apologetic smile before nodding. Well, there’s no turning back now.

Taking a deep breath, you tug the coat tighter around you - ensuring each of the buttons are securely fastened, lest you unwittingly flash someone - before opening the door and exiting the Uber. The moment you step outside, a gust of wind blows by. It carries the brisk chill of the winter on its back, and skimming through the heavy tweed of Seokjin’s coat, the gale kisses your skin, leaving the surface gelid under its touch. Instantly, a violent shiver runs down your back, the wintry breeze causing you to huddle into the little warmth offered by the jacket. Under its sharp bite, your nipples twist to hardness, almost painfully, the sudden ache causing you to suck in a sharp breath. Surreptitiously, you chance a glance towards your chest, only to let out a breath of relief. With how thick the jacket is, the hardened peaks of your breasts are hidden - the bulky material effectively hiding them.

For a brief moment, you contemplate getting back in your Uber, but, just as the thought crosses your mind, the car behind speeds off, leaving you alone in the cold. With your choice made for you, your next option is to simply run towards the hotel lobby, because - now that you look at it - the distance isn’t that great. Nevertheless, you know that’s simply not an option. And that’s thanks to the second demand your paramours had asked of you. The remote control vibrator resting just within the walls of your sex. Courtesy of one, Kim Taehyung. It’s small, and motionless right now, but paired with your naked body, and the sight of people simply milling about, the feel of it inside you is prominent - inescapable.

With the fear of the toy falling out of you, and alerting everyone to your lewd, depraved actions, you gingerly begin making your way to the entrance. As you walk, you keep your thighs clenched together, in a bid to retain the silicon toy inside of you, though, that’s easier said than done. Each of your steps has the silken lining of Seokjin’s coat sliding against your naked skin; the soft touch, paired with the thrill of your brazen actions and the biting air, causing your walls to intermittently convulse - threatening to push the toy out of you. Nonetheless, after long, drawn-out moments, you finally reach the front doors.

Just as you take a step to enter the lobby, however, another gust of wind blows past, and this time, after ruffling through Seokjin’s coat, it brushes against your bare core. Automatically, a soughed whimper falls from your lips - the chilled air against your heated sex making your skin prickle with goosebumps. The sensation has your inner walls clenching inadvertently, and under the reflexive movement, the feel of the rounded vibrator inside you intensifies. Against your will, you feel your cunt release a fresh wave of arousal - the wetness trickling out of you and along your thighs. Skin flushing with humiliation at the slickness that coats your flesh, you swiftly open the front door and step into the hotel - the sooner you get to the suite the better.

A pleasant heat assaults your senses as soon as you enter; the warmth a stark juxtaposition to the frigid cold you’d just escaped from. Before you can enjoy the welcomed change, however, the vibrator inside you flares to life. Viciously, it thrums inside you and as the intense vibrations stimulate your inner nerves, your walls unintentionally pulse - a second, thicker gush of wetness slipping out of you and down your thighs. The reverberations take you by surprise, and automatically, you clench your legs. Unable to stop yourself, however, you let out a high-pitched squeak. Beside you, the doorman gives you an odd look, and cheeks flushing with heat, you turn away from him. Rather, your eyes skim across the foyer.

Surprisingly, despite the lateness of the evening, a hoard of people occupy the hotel’s reception - all of them dressed to impress as they casually mill about - and eyes landing onto the sign at one end of the lobby, you understand why. The hotel is currently hosting some form of speed dating event. Seeing the crowd, an inkling of despair flits through you, especially when you feel the pulsating toy shift inside of you. You continue looking around the palatially decorated room, yet, no matter how many times your eyes sweep across the floor, you can’t seem to locate either of your lovers - whoever it is blending in with the throng of people that loiters around the foyer. Just as your gaze lands on the reception, your pocket buzzes, and pulling out your phone, you look at your newest text.

Dr Dick 👅

Go straight to the reception. Don’t be late.

Then, as if in a warning, the vibrator’s reverberations intensify for a short moment, before coming to a halt. Unwittingly, a small mewl slips from your lips, and sucking in a deep, steadying breath, you cautiously make your way to the reception counter. As soon as you approach them, the two employees rise to their feet and greet you with a smile.

“How can we help you?” one of them asks. The second you open your mouth to respond, however, the vibrator inside you suddenly begins moving - this time, at a much higher setting than before. The unexpected movement forces a gasp out of you, and body going rigid, you watch as both the receptionists look at you in alarm. Thinking on your feet, you quickly morph your gasp into a forced cough.

Corners of your lips twisting into a weak smile, “Sorry about that. I’ve, uhh, got a reservation under Kim Seokjin,” you respond. Your voice is shaky, and higher than you intended it to be, and responsively both of them look at you oddly. Nonetheless, rather than commenting on your strange behaviour, they nod their head, and turn back to their computer.

“Just give us a moment to find your reservation,” one of them responds, the other beginning to type out something. Feebly, you nod your head, your hands moving to casually drum on the countertop.

Despite your nonchalant demeanour, however, internally you feel your resolve slowly begin to crumble. Molten desire pools within the pits of your stomach with each passing moment, the vibrations of the toy stimulating the deep erogenous zones inside of you and causing bristles of pleasure to prickle at your flesh. Discreetly, you look around, the sight of the crowd causing your blood to bubble with pleasure. They mindlessly mill about, completely unawares to the way the vibrator rhythmically pulses inside of you. Walls rippling, you feel the contractions threaten to push the vibrator out of you, and muscles locking in alarm, you discreetly clench your thighs - willing it further inside of you. Thankfully, on one hand, the movement has it retreating back into the safety of your walls. Thanklessly, on the other, it pushes in deeper, causing your breath to unwittingly hitch when it brushes against a particularly sensitive spot.

“It’s the Princess Suite, you can find it on the forty-third floor. Here’s your key,” the employee states all of a sudden. Their voice draws your attention, and you watch as one of them slides a golden keycard across the marble countertop, “We hope you enjoy your stay with us. Checkout is midday tomorrow,” they continue.

As soon as you pick up the keycard, the vibrator comes to a still. Letting out a quiet exhale, you smile wanly at both the employees, and, “Thank you,” you reply. Then, turning on your heels, you quickly stalk towards the elevator. With each step, the sticky slipperiness of your thighs grows more apparent - your wetness dripping out of you and along your flesh. The sensation causes you to pick up speed, and before long, you approach the lift. Luckily, just as you reach the doors, they open - a young couple exiting out. Not wanting to waste any time, you quickly make your way into the amber-lit chamber and click the button that leads to your floor.

As soon as the elevator doors shut, a tinkling chime ringing through the air, you let out a deep breath of relief. Somehow, you’d done it. Somehow, despite your own embarrassment and consciousness, you’d managed to walk into the hotel completely naked - even with a vibrator pulsing inside of you. Now, you just have to make it to your room. The elevator ride is short, in spite of how high up your reserved suite is, and before long, a familiar bell resounds through the air - signalling your arrival. Lift doors opening, you walk out into the short corridor. Two doors meet your eyes, one one either side of you; and eyes skimming the gold plaques, you locate the one that has ‘Princess Suite’ embossed in black into the surface.

Swiping your keycard through the slot, a low beep alerts you to the bolt unlocking, and without further delay, you enter the room. Automatically, the lights flicker on, and as the space is flooded by croceate lighting, your breath catches in the midst of your throat. The suite is opulent to say the least - rich shades of gold, ivory and walnut meeting your eyes. As you take in the lavishly decorated front room, you can’t help but wonder how much Seokjin and Taehyung shelled out in order to reserve the suite. It must have cost a small fortune. The thought of it causes your stomach to twist, and involuntarily, butterflies bloom within your abdomen.

At the remembrance of your two lovers, your shoulders perk up. You step through the entrance, and after crossing the living room, you make your way to what you assume is the bedroom. Luckily, your guess is right, and immediately, you’re met with the sight of a large four-poster bed - adorned in goose-down pillows and draped in satin sheets. Nonetheless, as inviting as it looks, there’s only one glaring thing missing: Seokjin and Taehyung. From their texts, they’d made it seem as if they were waiting for you. But, apparently, that hadn’t been the case. Corners of your nose scrunching, you move to pull out your phone and call Seokjin, however, before you can, something catches your eyes.

Approaching the mattress, your eyebrow quirks at the sight of the small envelope casually resting at the edge of the bed. Easily recognising the handwriting on the surface, the thin scrawl belonging to none other than Seokjin, you pick up the letter. It’s thicker than you’d thought, and as it rests in your hands, you feel something soft nestled within it. Curiosity piqued, you flip it over, and opening it, you pull out two items - a broad, silk ribbon, and a small piece of paper. ‘Put on the blindfold and wait. We’ll be there for you soon.’ Eyes tracing the words over and over again, a small frown forms at the edges of your mouth. You had to wait even longer? God, whatever they had planned better be worth it.

Despite your slight aggravation, you slip the note back into the envelope and place it back on the bed. Then, perching on the edge of the mattress, you tie the blindfold around your eyes and begin your waiting game. Hunger churns through your bloodstream, your neediness growing with each moment that passes. It doesn’t help that the silken lining of Seokjin’s coat presses flush against your sex, the sleek material clinging to your folds thanks to the lubricious wetness that slicks your cunt. The musky heat at the apex of your thighs grows uncomfortable, and hips squirming, you try to get into a more comfortable position, only to let out a whimper when your pussy glides across the silk-like fabric.

Entrance rippling, you feel your clit throb for attention and a low mewl of wanton need escapes your mouth. Repeating the action, you grind your cunt further into the jacket, and this time, when the fabric brushes against your engorged clit, you let out a hoarse cry. With nothing to distract you, and no one to stop you, you spread your legs a little wider and push your hands between your thighs. Pads of your fingertips grazing your swollen bundle of nerves, a spark of electric pleasure jolts up your spine, and throwing your head back, you groan out in ecstasy.

Hips writhing, you begin grinding into your hand, your fingers dancing across your slit as high-pitched keens intermittently escape your mouth. You can feel how wet you are, a dense film of stick slickness coating your walls; stringy trails of your arousal oozing out of your entrance and onto the sheets. Digits gliding through your cunt, you begin rolling your clit in deep circles, your thighs beginning to tremble. With each roll of your hips, the vibrator shifts inside of you - its surreptitious movements causing your frustration to build up - and unable to bear it any longer, your desperation growing to urgent levels, you lay back on the bed.

Spreading your legs a little wider, you move your hand back to your sex, your fingers slipping past the heavy tweed of Seokjin’s jackets. For a few moments, you trace the outline of your sex - running your fingers across your slit and over your clit - and once the lengths are sufficiently wet, you dip two fingers into your dripping walls. Easily, your entrance accepts the intrusion, and fingertips coming into contact with the toy, your head lolls back and your mouth falls open in a ragged cry. You hook the crook of your second knuckles around the loop attached to the toy, and once it’s secure, you begin pumping your digits in and out of you; simultaneously dragging the smooth silicon toy through your folds. When your fingers push particularly deep, the vibrator pressing flush against your sweet spot, a heavy moan resounds through the air, and knowing your body well, you can feel your orgasm draw nearer.

Fingers picking up speed, you thrust them quicker in and out of you - using both, the pleasure of your digits plunging in and out of you, along with the vibrator stimulating your g-spot - to bring you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. You have no idea how long passes, with you sitting there, your clit grinding against the silken lining as your fingers pump in and out of you, but soon, you lose yourself in your own pleasure. Thick ropes of arousal drip out of you, pooling under you and percolating into the jacket, undoubtedly leaving a puddle of your arousal in the material. Just as you feel yourself teeter on the precipice of pleasure, your thighs trembling uncontrollably, a low voice cuts through the air.

“Oh? Now, what do we have here?”

Shoulders tensing at the sound, you let out a whimper, your hand immediately coming to a still. Blindfold still wrapped around your head, you can’t see who it is, nor where they are. But, you don’t need to see to know who it is. From the rich, sweet tenor, and the slight wry intonation to his droll, you already know it’s Seokjin. Footfalls pad against the carpet, and as the noise draws nearer to you, you feel your body tremor with anticipation and excitement. Lifting your back, your elbows falling to either side of the mattress as you brace yourself, you look ahead, your head tilting to the side as you’re met with the darkness of the blindfold.

“Seokjin...” you breathe out heavily, the tenseness in your shoulders alleviating as you relax. The older man simply hums, the timbre of his voice resonating through the quiet room. His heavy presence draws nearer to you, until you can feel it loom over you, the hair at the back of your nap standing on edge. Instinctively, even though you’re blindfolded, you tilt your neck up; blindly searching for him. “Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, your head tilting around the room, your ears on alert - searching for any sound that would signal you to his presence.

One hand falls to your stomach, and slipping through the buttoned seam of your coat, you feel long, cool fingers dance across your naked skin. Deft fingers flittering over your bare stomach, “Right here, Kitten,” he drawls, the deep tremor to his voice causing your stomach to quiver.

“Took you both long enough. I’ve been waiting for a while, you know,” you pout, your lower lip jutting out.

“And yet, you couldn’t really wait, could you?” Seokjin hums.

Before you can reply, you feel a pair of plump lips graze across the outer shell of your ear. Warm breath fans across your skin, the feathery sensation causing a shiver of anticipation to run down your spine. All of a sudden, a sharp sting jolts through you, and feeling Seokjin bite down on the tip of your ear, you let out a small yelp. “Hmm, I don’t think either of us told you to play with yourself, did we, Taehyung?” Seokjin questions, his voice low and dangerous. As he speaks, you feel a pair of hands trace the placket of Seokjin’s coat, dexterous fingers systematically unfastening each of the buttons.

“No. I believe our instructions were to ‘Put on the blindfold and wait’,” Taehyung responds, a playful lilt colouring his voice.

With each clasp undone, more and more of your body is revealed to their eyes, until all of a sudden, the material falls to either side of your body - revealing your naked figure. The warmth you’d built up from the jacket immediately dissipates, and cool air descending over your bare flesh, you feel your nipples twist to hardness. Two sharp inhales fill the air, the sounds identical as Seokjin and Taehyung suck in a breath at the sight.

“At least she listened to one of our orders,” Taehyung chuckles, and though his sentence is light and airy, you easily pick up the slight edge to his voice.

Breath hitching, you feel him trail his hand down your abdomen and towards the apex of your thighs. Reaching your pubic mound, he begins tracing lazy circles into your skin, the teasing sensation causing you to mew in pleasure. When his fingertips brush against the hood of your clit, you gasp out his name, your hips autonomously bucking up into his hand. Not wasting a moment, he pushes his digits between your thighs, and swipes them through your dewy lips. A guttural groan spills from your mouth, your head falling backwards as you feel Taehyung delicately toy with the slick creases of your pussy.

“Oh? You’re fucking soaked. Did you enjoy being a nasty little slut?” Taehyung coos; thick derision dripping from his voice, like viscous honey.

On the side of you, a hand trails along your arm, and gently encircling around your wrist, he picks up your own hand. Bringing your fingers up to his mouth, he - Seokjin, you think - begins swiping your wet fingers across the soft folds. Voluptuous lips wrap around your digits, and feeling them enveloped by a wet, warm mouth, your skin flushes with the heat of desire. Seokjin’s tongue begins swirling across the lengths - and between his velvet appendage swiping over your fingers, as well as his mouth intermittently suckling - he cleans off your own arousal.

Releasing them from his mouth with a wet pop, “I think she did,” Seokjin chimes in with a low chuckle. Then, languidly twirling his tongue around the tips of your digits, “Our Princess is a depraved little whore, isn’t she? Getting off while walking around in public naked, with a vibrator inside her,” he continues. Their words have the tips of your ears tinging with heat - this time, with mortification.

“B-But you made me-” you try to argue. As soon as the words slip past your lips, however, Taehyung plunges two fingers inside of you, before splaying them wide. The unexpected intrusion has the vibrator pressing further into you, and paired with the burn of the stretch, your words are quickly morphed into a throaty groan.

“But no one told you to enjoy it so much,” he remarks, a sadistic inflection to his voice, and though you can’t see his face, you can practically feel the smirk that crawls onto his face.

“Enjoy? I-I didn’t-,” you try to counter. One of your nipples slots between two crooked fingers, and twisting them between his knuckles, Seokjin immediately stops your protests. Responsively, you moan, your back arching off of the bed.

“Don’t lie to us, Princess,” he hisses in warning. Then, soothingly stroking your nipple with the pad of his thumb, “We can already tell how much you enjoyed it. You’re so wet I can smell you from here,” he drawls. The vulgarity of his words has your spine tingling, and involuntarily, your entrance quivers around Taehyung’s fingers. In response, Taehyung starts to indolently thrust his digits into you, his thumb simultaneously pressing to your clit as he rolls it in light circles. Pleasure rippling through you, your hips squirm, and you push your sex further into his hand.

Above you, you feel someone’s head dip close to your abdomen, the silken ends of long hair tickling your bare flesh. The man presses a soft kiss to your stomach, just above your naval, and after swirling his tongue through the indentation, “You really are wet…” Taehyung comments. His fingers pick up speed, and hearing the clear squelching sounds of your pussy, Taehyung and Seokjin laugh. “Messy girl,” Taehyung coos.

Seokjin presses his nose to the side of your breast, and after lightly nipping the skin, he languidly swipes his tongue over your hardened nipple. “But we can get you messier, can’t we?” he murmurs.

With that, both of them suddenly draw away from you. Their warmth dissipating from your body, you let out a low whine of protest. Nonetheless, it doesn’t last long, because without a moment’s hesitation, they flip you onto your back - undoubtedly using Seokjin’s coat for help. Thanks to your blindfold, the gesture is unexpected, and startling, you let out a surprised shriek. One hand drags the hem of the coat up, revealing your bare ass to their gaze, and before you can say anything, another hand drops down onto your plump flesh. Pain flares across your skin - the sensation heralded by a sharp slap echoing through the air - causing you to hiss and push your ass back towards the hand.

“Take off the coat,” Seokjin orders,

“Then, get on your hands and knees,” Taehyung commands, their voices resound through the air back to back, as though with practiced ease. Though, realistically, you just know it’s from the amount of time you’ve spent together.

Your body moves on its own, as if trained to obey, and after shedding Seokjin’s heavy coat, you manoeuvre your body onto your hands and knees, your ass sticking in the air. In front of you, you feel the mattress dip, and when the sensual, spiced scent of nutmeg and musk fills your senses, you know it’s Taehyung; another presence behind you alerting you to Seokjin’s positioning. Thanks to your new position, you have no doubt that your body is bared to your lovers in the best way possible, and core trembling - another wave of arousal leaking out of you - you whimper out their names.

“P-Please,” comes your soughed plea.

In front of you, you feel the bed shift, and lifting your head up, you attempt to peek through the partial slit at the bottom of the blindfold. Before you can make out anything, however, you feel someone gently cup your chin between the side of his hand and his thumb. Carefully, yet firmly, he tilts your head downwards - the gesture filled with domineering authority. Pad of his thumb brushing against your lower lip, you feel him delicately trace the outline of your petal.

“Such pretty lips,” Taehyung murmurs. His hold only lasts a few moments, because the next thing you know, he’s letting your chin go. “But do you know when your lips look the prettiest?” he continues. The bed shifts once again, before the rustle of clothing fills the air; the sound accompanied by that of Seokjin rummaging behind you. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, however, Taehyung’s placing his large hand on the back of your head and lowering your face. Within moments, your mouth comes into contact with the leaky velvet of Taehyung’s cockhead; his precum staining your lips.

“Ah,” you gasp, the barest hint of his heady essence tinging your palate.

“It’s when they’re wrapped around my cock,” Taehyung purrs. Mouth watering, you instinctively part your lips and dive forward - blindly. Eyesight obscured, your cheeks slap against the side of Taehyung’s cock, and above you, he laughs, “Such a desperate, cockhungry kitten.” Suddenly, a thud resonates through the air, and feeling the heavy weight of Taehyung’s cock slap your cheek, you let out a little whimper. “Do you want to suck my cock that badly?” he coos.

Nodding your head furiously, you press your cheek further into the velvet hardness and stroke your face against it, “Please, can I?” you question. Laden with a mix of heavy lust and desirous need, your voice has Taehyung’s chest rumbling in approval.

“That’s my Kitten. You’ll be good and take me into your mouth, won’t you?” he asks. Again, you eagerly nod your head. Chuckling, “Open, slut,” he orders.

Not wasting a single moment, your mouth parts open, and with a pleased hum, Taehyung begins to feed you his cock. The moment you feel the weight of his cockhead on your tongue, you seal your lips around his girth; autonomously creating a vacuum-like seal.

Bit by bit, Taehyung pushes his cock into you, one hand faithfully on the back of your head as his shaft presses further and further into your silken wetness. With each inch, the underside drags against the flat of your tongue - dousing your palate in his potent flavour; the taste only causing your mouth to water - and with the aid of your spit, his length easily fills your mouth. Mere moments later, the lip of his cockhead grazing against the back of your tongue, Taehyung’s crown bumps against your tonsils. The feel of his cock pressed against the entrance to your throat causes you to choke, and spluttering around his shaft, you feel your eyes begin to sting with tears.

“Oh… Fuck yeah… Such a pretty cock-stuffed mouth. You always look so good filled with our cocks,” Taehyung moans, undoubtedly relishing in the velvet warmth of your mouth around his girth. Under his praise, you preen, a flutter of pride rippling through you, and in response, you forcibly will your oesophageal muscles to relax.

Out of the blue, and just before you can swallow, you feel a trickling, hot sensation drip down onto the curve of your spine. Heat flares across your flesh, and feeling the sharp sting, you cry out - the sound stifled by Taehyung’s cock. Taken by surprise, you arch your back, the movement inadvertently forcing the shaft further into your mouth, and as a result, you gag. Head jerking in surprise, you try to pull off Taehyung and turn your head towards Seokjin. Nevertheless, keeping a steady hand on the back of your skull, your lover keeps you in place. Swiftly, the heat dissipates, only to be replaced by the soft sensation of Seokjin’s tongue tracing the length of your spine as he licks up whatever it is he’d dribbled onto you.

“W-What is that?” you question, the words muffled as your tongue strains under the velvet weight of his girth.

“Melted chocolate... Spontaneous and thrilling enough for you?” Seokjin murmurs. As he speaks, he runs his tongue over the outline of your backbone, and when he reaches the top of your ass, he grazes his teeth against the plump flesh.

“Oh, fuck yes,” you breathe out, your core quivering in a mix of anticipation and excitement. The blindfold, paired with Seokjin’s actions, has the pits of your abdomen flooding with liquid lust.

Behind you, the older man notices the way the ringed entrance to your cunt pulsates, and with a light chuckle, “You like that, Princess?” he asks. Unhesitantly, you nod your head, the motion causing Taehyung’s cock to jolt within your mouth.

“We thought you would,” Taehyung hums, his fingertips affectionately stroking your scalp. “Now, my Kitten’s going to let me fuck her throat, isn’t she? All while Seokjin plays with you,” he coos, and again, you nod your head. For a brief moment, Taehyung pauses, and then, “I’m going to remove your blindfold now, Kitten. But I want you to keep your eyes on me okay?” he continues.

“Wait- I thought we were going to leave it on?” Seokjin asks. Taehyung shrugs, or at least, you think he does. All you feel is the slight movement of his body.

“I was. But, she looks so pretty when she looks at me with her mouth full of cock,” Taehyung responds.

Exhaling a breath of amusement, “That she does,” Seokjin agrees.

Taehyung slips the blindfold off of you, and lurid beams of flavescent gold flooding your vision, you immediately squint. You blink carefully, allowing your eyes to slowly adjust to the light. It only takes a few moments, and growing accustomed to the luminance, your gaze immediately comes into contact with Taehyung. He sits above you, his back casually pressed to the walnut headboard, and completely naked. Under the croceate lighting, the deep golden undertones of his skin are highlighted, causing his body to be encapsulated by a gilded halo. Thick thighs are spread on either side of your face, the bulging muscles bunched up and spread across the mattress - only making his limbs seem broader.

Through the thick of your lashes, your eyes still slightly blurry from when you’d gagged around his cock, you stare up at him; the sight causing Taehyung to groan in pleasure. Hand slipping from the back of your head to your face, he cups your chin, and angling it up slightly, “Mmmm. That’s one of my favourite sights,” he purrs.

Behind you, Seokjin drips more of the melted chocolate onto your body. Drop by drop, he drizzles the liquified confection along your back, and with each gesture, you feel your skin smart with the heat. Pain interweaves with pleasure, the sharp stings making you hiss and writhe while your walls rhythmically clamp around the silicon vibrator still resting inside you. Your lover allows the chocolate to trickle down your back, forming small, heated rivers of cocoa, and once it cools, he soothes the burn with his tongue - licking and nipping as he leaves his own marks onto your flesh.

With each whorl of his tongue, he effortlessly sucks the drying confectionary off of you, his plump lips dragging across your body. Under his ministrations, your skin turns febrile, and sensitive - from more than just the molten chocolate. Each dribble is erratic - the timing random, and unpredictable - and with Taehyung keeping your eyes firmly locked onto him, you simply can’t foresee when Seokjin is going to dribble the next dollop onto you. Especially since there’s no real pattern; some coming in quick succession - his teeth scraping and biting your flesh, leaving it tender under his ministrations; while others come slowly, with long delays between them - his lips and tongue roving over your back as he licks you up.

Gradually, however, Seokjin trails his way down your spine, until you feel his lips drag against the tops of your plump cheeks. Suddenly, Seokjin pours some more chocolate onto you - this time, directly onto the rounded flesh, and at a much higher volume. It drips down the surface, all the way to the sensitive tops of your thighs, making them quake as you feel it lick trails of fiery pleasure across your skin, only for the swelter to dissipate with moments - leaving you with nothing but the prickling stings of heat. Crying out in pleasure, you thrust your hips backward; directly into Seokjin’s waiting mouth. Silken wetness flat against your cheek, he licks up the molten confection sensually - practically making a meal out of you. His tongue tracks a broad line from the bottom of your ass, all the way to the top, and when he’s cleaned it all up, he harshly bites down on your plump globe.

Hissing in a mix of pain and pleasure, your head automatically moves to look at him. However, gripping your chin firmly, Taehyung tuts at you. “Eyes on me,” he reminds you, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust of his hips. Tip of his cockhead ramming against your tonsils, you splutter around his girth, the reaction causing pools of saliva to surge around your tongue. Inadvertently, it causes you to soak his shaft in your spit, small trails oozing out of the tight seal of your mouth and down his shaft.

Meanwhile, behind you, Seokjin drops his hands to the backs of your thighs, and thumbs pressing to your ass, he spreads you open for him. Nether lips saturated with your wetness, he unabashedly takes in the sight of you: the way the tight ring of muscles twitches, the vibrator threatening to spill out of you, and how your flesh oozes your arousal. Thin, filmy strings of your essence leak from your cunt, the threads clinging to your folds and hanging in the air. Flicking his tongue, he catches one of the ropes on its hollow, and as your laden taste bathes his palate, he lets out a deep groan.

“Mmmm. You taste even better than the chocolate… Such a sweet cunt,” he groans, his lips tickling your pussy with each word. Wrapping his mouth around your folds, he teasingly sucks for a fleeting moment - pulling more of your wetness into his mouth - before releasing them with a wet pop. “I could eat you forever,” he adds with a purr.

Placing the tip of his tongue flat on your pulsing bundle of nerves, Seokjin licks a broad line up the length of your pussy; from the hood of your clit, along your slit, and towards your leaking hole. As your heady taste deepens - the thick slickness coating his taste buds and leaving them heavy with your flavour - he purrs in pleasure. The vibrations dart up your nerves, stimulating every single one, while simultaneously setting them aflame with lust. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation, and loosened by your pleasure, your pharynx eases slightly; allowing the crown of Taehyung’s cock to slip further into your throat.

Seokjin runs the tip of his tongue through the creases of your fold, and after swirling the point around your quivering entrance, he pulls away. Abruptly, he smacks your ass, and biting down harshly onto your ass cheeks - hard enough to leave the indents of his teeth into the surface, “Spread yourself,” he orders. The sharp impact has you yelping around Taehyung’s cock, and flesh of your mouth vibrating along his shaft, his head lolls back in pleasure as he lets out a guttural moan.

You dig your knees further into the bed - using them to both anchor your body, and your weight - before doing as he says. Fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass, you spread both cheeks for Seokjin, bearing yourself wide open for him. The new position causes you to fall further onto Taehyung’s shaft, and as his blunt head pierces into you by another inch, you feel your throat constrict - protesting the intrusion. Responsively, you gag, the stifled sound of you retching around his length filling the air as the tears welling in your eyes thicken.

By now, he’s got just under half of his cock buried into the velvet cavern of your mouth; his cockhead pressing mercilessly against the aperture of your pharynx - threatening to slip past the ring of muscles and into your oesophagus. Pools of spit seep out of the straining seal of your lips, dribbling down your chin and over his shaft, leaving your skin glistening under the amber light. Taehyung takes in the sight of your misted gaze, and spit-stained face, and letting out a derisive coo, he indolently strokes your cheek. Thumb moving to brush your eye, he swipes one of your tears away.

“Such a messy slut,” he purrs, the snark to his words undercut by the affection that colours his eyes.

Deft fingertips tease the folds of your slit, Seokjin running his fingers through your soaked pussy. He hooks his knuckles around the small loop sticking out of you, before harshly tugging at it. As it pulls out of you, your walls stretch around the rounded girth, and easily, it slips from your cunt - aided by the copious amounts of your arousal that coat it. Despite its small size, the moment it’s out of the walls of your core, you whine in displeasure; your pussy feeling empty. However, your dissatisfaction doesn’t last long, because suddenly, an acute sensation of feverish pain floods your senses.

Out of the blue, Seokjin pours a dense stream of the liquified chocolate over the swells of your ass, the deluge flowing down the contours of your plump cheeks and towards your inner thighs - dangerously close to the lips of your cunt. Pained pleasure flares across your flesh, the heat radiating from the chocolate mixing with that of your cunt. Involuntarily, your back arches, and pushing your hips further into the air, you thrust your bare cunt towards Seokjin. Seizing the opportunity, Seokjin drags the broad of his tongue over your flesh, sensually lapping up the chocolate from your body. When his velvet appendage teases the lips of your sex, you moan in pleasure. Muscles of your pussy convulsing, your cunt releases a thick gush of wetness, your juices trickling down your slit and towards Seokjin’s tongue.

Humming under you, Seokjin places the tip of his tongue to your clit. Then, licking a line through your slit, he gathers your arousal onto the dip of his appendage. Your heady essence pools onto his palate, and your innate flavour mixing with the sweetness of the chocolate, Seokjin groans in pleasure. He presses his face deeper into your cunt, and tongue plunging into your rippling entrance, he buries it as far as he can into your internal walls. Feeling the agile muscles glide into your depths, your hips jerk in pleasure, a muffled cry of bliss resonating through the air.

Euphoria blurs your senses, and eyes fluttering shut, you feel your blood bubble with ecstasy. In response, your pharynx eases, and with a well-timed thrust, Taehyung pushes his cockhead further into your throat. Unwittingly, you swallow, and with one smooth motion, Taehyung buries the entirety of his cock into you - aided by the contracting muscles of your throat, and the spit coating his length. The thick of Taehyung’s girth pushes into your silken tightness, and with each inch he forces inside of you, the muscles of your oesophagus stretch - pulling apart around the shape of his member - until your nose is pressed against his abdomen.

“Ah- Fuck yes. That’s my Kitten,” Taehyung praises. Hands moving to grip your head, his fingers card through your scalp, only to fist around the roots of your hair.

Underneath you, Seokjin begins plunging his tongue in and out of you, accentuating each thrust with a whorl of his appendage through your walls. Each swirl has him tasting your pulsating cunt, stroking your inner flesh, and stimulating your nerve ending. Spikes of frenzied want lance through you with every ministration, and body prickling with heat, you sink further into pleasure. Nails digging into your ass, you spread your cheeks wider - purposely allowing Seokjin better access to your dripping entrance - before rocking your hips into his face.

Voluptuous lips tugging into a lopsided smirk, Seokjin retreats his tongue from inside of you. A moan of objection bubbles at the top of your throat, however, just as it starts to spill out of you and around Taehyung’s cock, you watch as the younger man exchanges a look with the older one. Curiosity colours your being, but before you can ponder their interchange, Seokjin suddenly presses something familiar flat against your clit. Abruptly, the vibrator flavours to life, and with it held to your sensitive, needy bundle of nerves, you shriek in pleasure - the sound straining around the shaft buried in your oesophagus.

Your shriek reverberates around Taehyung, and groaning at the stimulation, his hold on your hair tightens. A predatory, borderline sadistic, smirk curls onto your lovers lips, and watching the smile, your stomach somersaults. His eyes flash with mirth, and having known Taehyung for a while, you already know what’s coming - you can tell from his reaction. Without any semblance of a warning, Taehyung retreats his cock out of your throat. The veined underside drags against your tongue, and when his head reaches the aperture of your pharynx, you feel him roughly thrust back into you.

In one, fluid motion, his cock pierces into your throat once again, the feel of his blunt head ramming through the soft tightness of your oesophagus causing you to groan. Immediately, you gag around him, the lewd sounds of wet retching echoing through the air. Nevertheless, your gagging - paired with the rhythmic pulsing of your throat, and its welcoming warmth - only urge Taehyung on. One of his hands moves to wrap around your neck, and thumb pressing against the bulge of his cock, Taehyung begins gently stroking the outline.

Roughly, he begins thrusting in and out of your mouth; using your throat as his personal cocksleeve - as though it was made for his own pleasure. With each snap of his hips, his blunt head rams through your oesophagus, the smooth muscles straining around his girth, and causing your flesh to turn tender. Thumb pressing further onto your distended neck, Taehyung relishes in the feel of his shaft plunging in and out of your mouth. In response, he tightens his hold on your throat, just enough to further feel the shape of his own cock buried inside of you.

“Fuck. You’re so good for me, Kitten. Such a good cockhungry Kitten,” he grunts, each word punctuated with a particularly hard snap of his hips. “Ugh. God. You like this don’t you? You love it when I use your throat like this. When I fuck it hard, and raw,” he continues. The vulgarity of his words causes you to keen in pleasure, and tears spilling freely from your eyes, you look up at him imploringly. “Shit. Look at you. Crying while I bruise your oesophagus. You’re so good for us, Kitten. Fucking- shit,” he moans, his head falling back to rest on the headboard.

Between your thighs, Seokjin relentlessly presses the vibrator against your clit, and as it intensely thrums, you feel your clit smart with pleasure. With how hard it’s pressed to your throbbing bud, the reverberations jolting through every single one of your nerves and setting them on fire, you feel your skin flash with heat. Liquid lust floods your stomach, an intense knot forming deep within its pits. Your thighs quiver on either side of Seokjin’s face, and feeling the intensity of the toy’s thrumming, another wave of tears floods your eyes. As much as you enjoy the pleasure, it’s too much all at once - your neglected clit overly sensitive by now - and as a result, you sob around Taehyung’s cock - even as he continues thrusting it into your throat.

Vehemently, your hips squirm, in a bid to get away from the ferocious vibration. However, Seokjin is stronger than you, and all your struggle does is cause him to press the vibrator even harder into your engorged, weeping bundle of nerves. Heat blisters your skin, hot spikes of euphoria lancing at your being as your orgasm draws nearer and nearer. From the way your entrance erratically convulses, the quiver matched by your thighs and writhing hips, Seokjin knows you’re close. Tongue darting out, he presses the tip to your ringed entrance - relishing in the way it contracts around his appendage - before he tantalisingly traces the outline of your leaking hole.

“Don’t cum,” he orders, a playful lilt to his voice as he practically sings out the words. Despair intermingles with your pleasure at his words. You need to cum. In fact, with how close you are, you don’t think you even have the will to hold off. Something you know he knows. “If you cum, Taehyung will punish you,” Seokjin drawls. As he speaks, his tongue plunges further into your cunt - impaling you on the velvet muscle - and sliding into you, the vibrations of his words spark through your internal walls.

Despite his warning, between the unrelenting vibrator against your clit, and Seokjin’s words reverberating through your internal walls, you feel yourself careen off of the brim of pleasure. Ecstasy surges through you, the overwhelming euphoria of your orgasm flooding your entire being, and causing your blood to bubble within your veins. Body falling forward, your hands fall from your ass and onto the mattress, your toes curling while your fists ball into the sheets. Above you, Taehyung rips his cock out of you, and senses overpowered by rapturous bliss, you barely register the pain of his cock retreating from your oesophagus. Rather, you fall limply onto the bed, your cheek pressing to Taehyung’s thigh as you weep in pleasure.

As you drift off on the wave of your climax, Seokjin pulls the vibrator from your clit, and instead, he begins gently rubbing your clit with his thumb - drawing out your orgasm. Gradually, though, you slowly come back to reality, your breathing ragged as you gasp for air. Muscles still trembling, the fog of your orgasm clears, and you still when you realise you’d disobeyed one of Seokjin’s commands. Lifting your head, you look up at Taehyung through teary eyes, your lover simply looking down at you with a wide grin. Fingers threaded through your hair, he gently strokes your scalp. Yet, in spite of his affectionate gesture, from the dark glint in his eyes, you already know what’s coming.

“Did we give you permission to cum, Kitten?” he coos, his voice deceptively sweet.

“N-No,” you stammer, your voice hoarse, and weak - undoubtedly from when Taehyung had fucked it raw. Behind you, Seokjin bites down onto your ass, the sharp pain causing you to whimper.

“I specifically told you not to cum, Princess,” Seokjin purrs, his lips trailing kisses up your spine.

“I’m s-sorry,” you stammer, though, you already know it’s too late. Especially when you see Taehyung’s smirk widen, something wicked twinkling in his eyes.

Gently stroking your hair, “Sorry? Oh. You will be, Kitten,” he promises.

With that, the two pull away from you, and swapping places, Taehyung moves behind you, while Seokjin moves in front of you. Just like Taehyung, Seokjin is completely naked, and as you take in the sight of him lounging against the headboard, you find yourself drooling. Though, that could just be from when Taehyung had fucked your throat. Seokjin is much more built than Taehyung, sinewy muscles - honed from his time at the gym - rippling under his taut flesh. They accentuate his broad shoulders, and long limbs, somehow making his already imposing figure seem bigger than it already is.

Strong arms encircle your body, and with careful movements, Seokjin moves you back into position - getting you on your hands and knees once again. Limbs still shaky from your orgasm, however, you simply flop in his lap, your shoulders drooping to press against either of his thighs, while your face rests against the corner of his hip. Despite his dominant aura, Seokjin smiles at you, tenderly stroking the sweat-matted hair out of your eyes and behind your head. His affectionate gesture has you purring in contentment; only for the sound to morph into a rumble of wanton need when you spot his throbbing erection.

It stands at full attention between his thighs, tall and proud. His cockhead is an angry shade of cherry-mauve, and sticky with the precum leaking from his slit. From your position on his hip, it somehow looks even more daunting than it usually is, the angle of your head making it seem impossibly thick. Prominent veins streaking his length, they pulse intermittently, the surreptitious movements drawing attention to his immense girth. Mouth salivating - and this time most definitely because of him - your lips part and you whimper.

“Does my Princess want my cock in her mouth?” Seokjin coos, his fingers mindlessly toying with a strand of your hair. Nodding your head, you shift into a more upright position, your mouth impatiently hovering over his crown. Seokjin’s hand trails down to your neck, and when you wince - the internal muscles still raw - he delicately strokes the column, “Taehyung was rough with you, wasn’t he?” he murmurs. You simply nod your head in response.

“She liked it,” Taehyung chimes in from somewhere in the room, and hearing his voice further away then you’d thought him to be, you turn your head to find him. Nevertheless, this time, it’s Seokjin who stops you.

“Uh-uh. Taehyung’s had enough of your attention. Now it’s my turn,” Seokjin tuts. Hand moving from your neck, he grips the base of his shaft before smacking your lips with his cockhead twice. “Come on, Princess,” he urges.

Not needing to be told twice, your head dips forward, and tongue darting out, you drag a kittenish lick around the circumference of his glistening crown. Taste buds dragging over his cockhead, his salted precum coats your palate, and you moan in pleasure - the sound emphasised by Seokjin’s own growl of approval. Encouraged by the sound, you repeat the action - your tongue slower this time. Placing the flat of your muscle against his slit, you lap at it, relishing in the way his arousal leaks out of him and directly onto your tongue.

Watching the action with dark eyes, “Do I taste good, Princess?” he chuckles, causing you to eagerly nod. “Then how about you worship my cock, huh?” he asks, his fingers weaving into your hair.

Warm lips brushing against his frenulum, you place a soft kiss to where his cockhead meets his shaft. Then, while keeping your eyes firmly locked onto his, you delicately trace one of the more prominent veins that ridge his shaft. Rhythmically, it pulses under the weight of your wet muscles, and savouring the discernible throb, you repeat your action. Following it to the hilt of his shaft, you take one of his balls into his mouth. You roll it gently in your mouth, revelling in the way it sits on your tongue - heavy, and full of cum. The entire time, you stare up at your lover; Seokjin’s eyes growing more and more tumultuous with each reverent action.

You release his sac with a pop, and lips dragging over the length of his underside, you track your way back to his cockhead. Mouth parting, you wrap it around his tip, only to teasingly suckle at it. Your action has Seokjin’s head lolling back, and with your gazes still locked onto each other, you take more of his head into your wanting cavern - until the entire cockhead sits just inside the seam of your lips. And it’s at that exact moment, that Taehyung returns - only to push something against the rim of your ass.

Eyes bugging out, a cry of pleasure tears from your throat - your mouth falling open around Seokjin’s cockhead. Relentlessly, Taehyung presses the toy into you - the tight of your walls gradually opening around the rounded, lubed up object. The widest part of the item strains against your puckered entrance, and feeling a light smart of pain, your body jerks when the entirety of it slips into you - your muscles swallowing it up. Fingertips brushing against your asshole, Taehyung grips something, only to twist it - and feeling the toy spin inside of your ass, you let out a moan.

Your pleasure doesn’t last long, however, because soon enough, Taehyung is pressing the elongated protrusion right up against your clit. Feeling the silicon rod nestled between the folds of your pussy, and the silicon pad against your bundle of nerves, you let out a whimper. You know exactly what it is. An anal vibrator paired with a clit stimulator. As you recognise the item, your cunt gushes involuntarily. Whatever punishment Taehyung had planned for you was undoubtedly going to be exciting - if a little intense. Though, that only has anticipation colouring your veins.

Dark gaze transfixed to your ass, Taehyung revels in the sight of your asshole quivering around the toy, and unable to help himself, he spanks your ass - hard. The sharp slap echoes through the air, causing you to cry out and jerk forward, Seokjin’s cockhead dragging across your lips and over your chin. Watching the flesh of your plump cheeks ripple, Taehyung places either of his hands onto each globe before kneading them open.

“Your ass always looks so fucking hot when it’s filled up… Can’t wait to fill it with my cock,” he murmurs; the compliment causing you to croon out his name.

However, you don’t have long to relish in his appraisal. Because, all of a sudden, the vibrator comes to life. Fiercely, it begins thrumming, stimulating the inner muscles of your ass. At the same time, the protrusion along your folds and clit begins to vibrate - the tremors stimulating your slick folds and throbbing bundle of nerves. With your recent orgasm, your cunt is still sensitive, and pleasure bolting across your sensitised nerves, you howl in pleasure. Jerking over Seokjin, your head falls onto his abdomen - his erect cock inadvertently slapping your face - while your hips writhe wildly.

“Oh fuck- Taehyung, too much,” you gasp, your ass thrashing reckless as you try to get away from the pleasure. Regardless, no matter how hard you try, the vibrator is firmly embedded inside of you - making it impossible to shy away from it.

“Too much? You don’t know too much just yet, Kitten,” Taehyung drawls. Still, even as he speaks, “Remember Princess, your safe word is ‘Roses’,” he reminds you.

“And your safe signal is snapping your fingers,” Seokjin adds. You nod your head, letting them both know that you remember.

“Good girl,” Seokjin praises with another caress of your hair. Then, lifting your head, he places your mouth above his cockhead once again. “Now, why don’t you warm my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, while Taehyung punishes you for being a disobedient slut,” Seokjin purrs.

Whimpering at his words, you do as he says, your lips automatically pouting as you take him into your mouth once again. Jaw straining around his girth, you stare at Seokjin through the thick of your lashes, basking in the heavy weight of his length against your tongue. Sooner than you’d like, his crown bumps into the back of your throat, a choked gag warning Seokjin that you can’t fit any more of him into you - lest he repeat Taehyung’s actions and force himself into your throat. However, knowing your throat needs some respite, Seokjin simply keeps himself within the confines of your mouth; revelling in the wet chasm of your silken cheeks and velvet tongue.

Out of the blue, using the moment you audibly splutter around Seokjin’s cock as a signal, Taehyung pours a considerable amount of melted chocolate onto you - all over your ass. Back arching, you hiss as the sweltering heat trickles all over your plump cheeks: trails of blistering pain flaring over your flesh. The stinging ache, paired with the intense vibrations of the toy inside your ass and against your clit, has your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Entire body convulsing under the intense sensation, you’re suddenly flung over the edge of your orgasm, and straight into bliss.

Orgasm unexpectedly flooding through you, the unadulterated rapture surges through your nerves, invigorating each and every one of them with euphoria. Eyes screwing shut, you wail out Taehyung and Seokjin’s names; the sound coming out animalistic, and inarticulate. Responsively, the walls of your sex clamp: your ass muscles tightening around the vibrator - unwittingly causing the vibrations to intensify; while the flesh of your cunt contracts around nothing - emphasising the growing emptiness. Watching you cum, the vibrator suddenly comes to a halt, and gasping for air, you suck in a ragged breath.

Gradually, your orgasm washes through you, leaving you a trembling mess while you mindlessly suckle at Seokjin’s cock. Cool hand pressing to your thighs, Taehyung tenderly strokes the supple lengths, the repetitive motions somewhat soothing. The heat from the molten confection slowly dissipates, and through the haze of your ebbing climax, your eyebrows furrow - especially when you feel the chocolate begin to dry and harden. Sucking in a shaky breath, you look up at Seokjin curiously, your lover simply shrugging in response - already knowing what you’re asking.

“Don’t worry, Princess. Just focus on my cock, hmmm?” he reminds you. Blinking owlishly, your eyes light up with recognition - the fog of your euphoria completely clearing. Tongue flicking against his ridged underside, you begin suckling at him once again.

Without warning, Taehyung spanks you - from the tops of your thighs, to the plump flesh of your ass. Unlike before, when it was just his large palm, this time you feel a hard surface impact the supple skin, and eyes widening you recognise the sensation of the paddle. The abrupt ministration has you mewling around Seokjin’s cock, and eyelids fluttering, thick tracks of tears roll down your face. Once again, Taehyung repeats the action, though, this time, he brings the paddle onto your other cheek. Hips undulating, you push them back into him, another hoarse resonating through the air. Under his action, you feel the hardened chocolate crack, a few pieces falling to the mattress.

Taehyung shifts behind you, and picking up one of the chunks, he runs it through your pussy. Teasingly, he strokes it through your slit - the touch light, and feathery - and bringing it to your honeyed hole, he slicks the jagged slab in your arousal. A shudder runs down your spine, the tantalising caress of his fingers and the pointed edge of the chocolate causing you to groan around Seokjin’s shaft. Once the piece is sufficiently coated in your wetness, Taehyung draws it away from your cunt. Instead, he reaches around your body, Seokjin tugging your hair and pulling you off of his cock.

Dissatisfied whine of protest erupting from the midst of your throat, you unwrap your mouth from Seokjin’s thick shaft - just in time for Taehyung to drop the slick-coated chocolate directly onto the older man’s length. Pupils dilating at the sight of the dark confection against your lover’s shaft, your tongue darts out, and thoughtlessly, you lick your lips. Seokjin watches the movement, his eyes shining with mirth at the ravenous hunger sparkling in your eyes.

Stroking your hair out of your forehead, “Are you ready for your punishment, Princess?” Seokjin questions.

“This is punishment?” you counter, the words spilling from your lips before you can stop them. Hearing your words, Taehyung immediately brings the paddle onto your ass. The impact hits harder this time, a heavy smack resounding through the air while more of the dried chocolate falls from your body. Sharp pain erupts over your tender flesh, causing shockwaves of smarting pleasure to ripple across your veins.

“I’d be careful if I were you, Kitten,” Taehyung warns, the edge of the paddle running down the seam of your ass, only for him to press it against the toy in your ass. His gesture has the vibrator pushing in deeper, and head falling forward, your chest rumbles in bliss.

An airy laugh tremors from Seokjin’s throat, “Your punishment is Taehyung paddling that pretty little ass till it’s nice and tender,” he purrs. Then tugging your head towards his cock, the piece of chocolate still resting precarious on his throbbing erection, “This is just for fun,” he continues. “Now, suck.”

Face lowering, you wrap your mouth around his cock once again, Seokjin slipping the chocolate between your teeth just before you enclose your lips around his girth. Instantly, the creamy sweetness of the cocoa bursts onto your palate, the sugary essence mixing with the heady one of your own wetness, and the slightly salty bitterness of Seokjin’s precum. They mingle together onto your tongue, the tastes blending together into an inebriating flavour that has the inner flesh of your cheeks salivating. Moaning around the heavy intrusion in your mouth, you expertly manoeuvre the piece to the underside of Seokjin’s cock, and pressing the flat of your tongue against it, you begin lapping at both the chocolate, and his shaft.

Gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail, Seokjin angles your head to look up at him. Turbulent eyes, rife with desirous hunger, take you in, before he lets out a low growl, “God, Taehyung was right. You really are pretty when you look at us with a mouth full of cock.” You purr in response, your tongue dragging over the chocolate and towards a pulsating vein that runs along his length. Out of nowhere, the vibrator inside of you begins humming. The suddenness of it has your body jerking, your spine contorting as your mouth falls open in pleasure.

“O-Oh f-fuck,” you raspily weep, your eyes screwing shut at the mingling sensations. Simultaneously, the vibrations stimulate the tight muscles of your ass, along with the throbbing bud of your clit. Unadulterated bliss floods your nerve endings, your stomach quivering in tandem to the pulsating toy within you. Breathing turning ragged, you distractedly suckle at Seokjin’s chocolate stained cock.

As the vibrator pulses inside you, Taehyung brings the paddle onto your ass again in four rapt slaps, alternating between each of your cheeks. With each impact, the punishing force increases, aided by his strong arms, and causing a strangled cry of pain and pleasure to bubble from your throat. Every collision of the hard surface against your soft cheek has more and more of the dried chocolate cracking and falling off of your skin. More of your bare flesh revealed, the next of Taehyung’s spanks lands directly onto your plump muscle, and though the fatty tissue absorbs some of the impact, your ass still flares with heat.

“P-Please… T-Taehyung,” you cry out, the words hoarse and slightly broken.

Between the intense reverberations of the silicon toy, and the powerful spanks of the paddle, you begin to sob and moan: the blistering pain interweaving with euphoric rapture. Tears well within your eyes, thick tracks of salt running down your cheeks, as you lose yourself in the juxtaposing sensations. Taehyung’s eyes drop to the side of your raw ass and puffy cunt. Filled with the silicon toy, your puckered rim twitching intermittently - the tight muscles threatening to push out the object with each contraction. Just below, thick strings of your arousal seep out of your pussy, the filmy ropes hanging in the air and sticking to the sides of your thighs.

“Do you like that, Kitten? The way I spank your ass raw while you suck Seokjin’s cock?” Taehyung intones, the derisive lilt heavy in his voice. You merely let out a garble of affirmation, your tongue loosened by pleasure, and weighed down by the velvet weight of your other lover’s shaft.

The overwhelming ecstasy soon grows far too intense, and wildly, you begin writhing your hips. Deliberately, you attempt to evade Taehyung’s paddles, while simultaneously trying to push the vibrator out of you. Nonetheless, as if locked onto your plump globes, Taehyung strikes you with practiced ease; alternating between the harsh spanks and pressing the edge to your ass, keeping the toy pressed into the snug heat of your ass. A sweltering heat overcomes you, your nerves set afire by Taehyung’s ministration, and thighs shaking erratically, you sob out the names of your lovers.

“T-Too m-much. It’s t-too much,” comes your distorted whine, your nails scratching the mattress.

Hearing the inarticulate garble of your words, Seokjin coos, “Aww, has my Princess had enough of her punishment?” Through the thick fog of pleasure, you vaguely register his words and nod your head. Behind you, Taehyung brings the paddle onto your cheeks - right in the middle - causing you to howl.

“Are you sorry, Kitten?” he questions. Barely able to form coherent sentences, you nod your head while blubbering. Nonetheless, despite your answer, Taehyung spanks you once again. “Why are you sorry?” he asks.

You suck in a shaky, jagged breath, “I’m s-sorry for cumming w-without your p-permission,” you weep.

“Good Kitten. Now, cum,” Taehyung orders, pressing the paddle’s edge to the toy. His ministration forces the thrumming vibrator further into you, and as the silicon protrusion presses against your clit - intensifying the reverberations - you wail out both their names.

Dry sob emanating from your lips, the heightened pleasure hurtles you off of the edge. Viciously, your body trembles - every muscle quivering with ecstasy - as you come undone between them. Mouth falling open, you release Seokjin’s cock, your cheek falling listlessly onto his thigh as your orgasm rockets through you. White spots blind your vision, and the knot in your stomach unravelling abruptly, your body stills. Then, with an ear-piercing shriek, an intense sense of rapture overwhelms you, only to be replaced by an intoxicating sense of relief - powerful gushes of your cum squirting out of you. Feeling your arousal pelt his thighs - the deep scent of your sex deepening - Taehyung lets out a groan.

Immediately, he rips the toy out of you - the sudden stimulation making you sob harder - only to press his fingers to your clit. He furiously begins rubbing your clit, his ministration drawing out your orgasm even further. The pain of overstimulation grips at your cunt, and eyes screwing shut, your jerk your hips - in a bid to get away from him. Seeing the way you shy from him, along with your fucked out state, Taehyung takes pity on you, allowing you to flop bonelessly onto the mattress as you come down from your high. The tide of your climax ebbs through you, and drifting down to reality, you inhale a deep, ragged breath. Cunt trembling erratically, you whine when the ache between your thighs grows prominent - your walls desperate to feel something fill it up.

“F-Fuck me,” you stammer, your words weak and raspy - the tender muscles of your throat straining under the sound. Delicately, Taehyung’s fingers flit down your spine, and tracing invisible shapes onto the surface of your skin, he bends over and presses a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Climb onto Seokjin,” he urges.

Strong arms wrap around you, and feeling Seokjin gather you into his arms, you allow him to place your body onto his lap. Once your thighs are straddling his hips, Seokjin grips the base of his thick shaft and runs the head through your folds. A wanton mewl spills from your mouth, your sex splaying around his leaking cockhead as he stains your saturated flesh in his own precum. Hips squirming, you attempt to position him at your entrance and take him into you - your desperation rising twofold. Letting out a throaty chuckle, Seokjin leans forward and nips your jaw, your eyes fluttering at the sensation, before he lowers you onto his cock.

The blunt pressure of his crown presses up against the ringed muscles of your entrance, and your head falling backwards, you feel his head pop into you. Your body twitches, the sudden, thick intrusion causing you to croon in pleasure. A searing burn ripples through your cunt, your muscles protesting the way his immense girth stretches out your inner walls. Behind you, Taehyung places his hand onto the middle of your back, and pushing it, he causes you to fall forward. Your hands instantly move to brace themselves on the headboard, on either side of Seokjin’s body.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. Such a tiny little cunt. Are you going to be able to take my cock, Princess?” Seokjin taunts, a playful, lopsided smirk teasing at his lips.

Keening in pleasure, “I can take it,” you respond, the words coming out higher pitched than you’d intended.

“Then take it,” he growls.

Utilising your new position, Seokjin’s hands trail down to grip the swells of your hips, and fingers digging into them, he lowers you further onto his cock. Inch by inch, he fills you up - the broad width of his shaft spreading your innermost walls, shaping them around his cock. As his cock pierces into the warm sheath of your body, his length seems almost unending, and soon, a dull pressure builds up within your abdomen. Dropping your gaze down, it trails past the ripped expanse of his torso - each muscle rippling under his taut skin - and towards your entrance.

Guttural groan spilling from your throat, you relish in the sight of Seokjin’s cock impaling you - your walls clenching involuntarily when you realise he’s only about half way into you. Walls of your cunt tightening around his shaft, Seokjin lets out a growl, his fingers digging further into your hips - hard enough that you worry he’ll bruise them. Behind you, Taehyung’s dark eyes are fixated onto your cunt, his gaze soaking in the way the muscles of your entrance stretch thin around Seokjin - your cunt clearly straining to fit the large intrusion. It’s almost too erotic for him, and his erection becoming almost too painful, he begins pumping it with his fist.

“Fuck. Look at the way that pussy stretches. Such a greedy little hole,” Taehyung purrs, his hand palming his cock faster.

Seokjin continues burying himself into your velvet depths, and as he pushes deeper into you, the dull ache in your stomach morphs into a blunt ache. Mouth falling open in a strained cry, your fingers curl around the headboard - in a bid to find some much needed purchase - your knuckles turning white under the hold. Breath turning harsh, your hips start to writhe, your body looking for a sense of reprieve from the unrelenting hardness piercing into you. Nonetheless, all you do is cause Seokjin to slip further into you - your trembling walls rhythmically gripping his walls in a pleasurable massage.

Unexpectedly, with a sudden thrust, Seokjin sinks the remainder of his cock into you. In one fluid motion, the crown of his cockhead bumps into the soft walls of your cervix, your ass simultaneously pressing flush against his thighs. The sudden plunge has your muscles locking, and back contorting viciously, you cry out in pleasure. Pain flares through your insides, a blistering heat flooding through your cunt as your internal walls are forced to stretch around his girthy shaft. Underneath you, Seokjin hisses - your sheath gripping him almost painfully - and leaning forward, he roughly bites down onto your nipple.

“Oh fuck- you’re so fucking wet… and tight,” he groans.

“Mmm, her cunt looks so good stuffed with cock,” Taehyung hums. Dexterous fingers moving to where both you and Seokjin are connected, the younger man begins tracing the tight seal of your entrance. The feathery motion has you crooning, your ringed muscles twitching under his touch. Taehyung lets out a soft laugh, and trailing his fingers up, he begins circling his digits around the puckered rim, “But… you’ll look even better with my cock in your ass,” he continues.

Hands curling from your hips to your ass, Seokjin palms both of your plump globes into his hand, and fingernails pressing into your skin, he pulls them apart - splaying you open for Taehyung. At Seokjin’s gesture, the younger man lets out a hum of thanks. Bed dipping behind you, Taehyung shifts further down the mattress, until his face is level with your spread ass. Boldly, his tongue darts out, and then placing it to your cunt, he licks at both your spread pussy, and Seokjin’s thick cock. Twin sounds of pleasure echo through the air, Seokjin’s groan intermingling with your moan, both of your hips bucking into Taehyung’s face.

Corners of his lips twitching, Taehyung smirks, and repeats the action - the velvet appendage moving slower this time. Teasingly, he laves at where your sexes are connected: the point of his tongue tracing the outline of your straining ring of muscles, as well as the girth that splits it open. Heavy strings of your arousal pool onto his tongue, your wetness oozing through your sheath and onto Seokjin’s balls, and he gathers as much as he can onto the hollow of his palate. Then, trailing his tongue upwards, he licks through the seam of your ass. Breath caught in your throat, your oesophageal muscles tighten, and when you feel him flatten his tongue against your asshole, a deep moan emanates from your chest.

“My Kitten loves getting her ass eaten, doesn’t she?” Taehyung laughs, his voice lowering by a few octaves. Each word has his warm breath wafting over your ass, causing you to shudder and nod your head. With another laugh, Taehyung spits onto your asshole - dribbling a concoction of his own spit and your arousal onto the tight entrance.

You feel the mixture tail along your asshole, and down towards your filled cunt - the combined fluids slickening your puckered rim. Through rapt fascination, Taehyung scrutinises the sporadically twitching rings of muscles. The entrance of your ass slightly gapes, and as the muscles contract, they inadvertently suck in the mix of juices into you. As though entranced by the sight, he drags his finger through the sloppy mess and lubricates his finger in as much of it as he can. Then, slowly, he presses the tip of his forefinger against your asshole.

Body perking at the sensation, you sit up slightly - the movement causing Seokjin’s cockhead to ram further into the groove of your cervix. A gasp of shock falls from your lips, the sound mingled with pleasure, as you feel Taehyung slide his finger into your ass - the length aided by the makeshift lube - until it’s hilt deep in you. Experimentally, he wriggles it inside of you, and feeling the hot muscles of your ass stimulated, your body falls forward once again. Seizing the opportunity, Seokjin’s mouth encloses around your pert nipple.

“A-Ah. Hyungie… Jinnie…” you moan, a shudder running down your spine at the mix of sensations.

Seokjin’s cock is still completely sheathed inside of you - his pulsating member stroking every single one of your erogenous zones. Meanwhile, his teeth harshly tease your nipple - his tongue languidly whorling around the hardened buds outline, while he bites and suckles at it roughly. At the same time, Taehyung thrusts his finger into you, twisting it intermittently as he tests the pliancy of your ass. Tingles of pleasure race up and down your spine, and noticing the way your cunt clenches - pulsating in tandem to Taehyung’s finger plunging in and out of your asshole - Seokjin grins against your breast.

“Come on Taehyung, hurry up and prep that cute ass so we can fuck her,” he urges. Words vibrating against your tit, you gasp in ecstasy, a fresh wave of arousal dripping out of you and down Seokjin’s balls.

Emboldened by the older man’s words, Taehyung presses a second finger into your back entrance. Under the ministration, your features twist into a wince - a dull sting rippling through you at the stretch. However, from the amount of times both Seokjin and Taehyung have fucked your ass, it quickly dissipates, morphing into blissful euphoria. Taehyung begins thrusting two fingers into your ass, alternating between wiggling them and plunging them hilt deep into you. Over and over again, you feel his digits drive into you, the sensation stimulating Seokjin’s cock and your pussy through the thin lining that separates your cunt from your ass.

Out of nowhere, Taehyung splays his fingers, and feeling your ass stretch around, you let out a hollow moan. Taehyung immediately thrusts his tongue into the gaping hole, and feeling his wet appendage stroke the inner walls of your back entrance, your hollow moan transforms into a guttural groan. Expertly, he licks your ass, his velvet muscle whorling against the internal flesh as he douses them in a thick coating of his spit. His actions cause your blood to bubble in your veins, and heat prickling at your skin, unbridled pleasure flits over your being.

Pulling his tongue out of you, Taehyung pours something into you. A cold sensation floods your ass, and feeling the lube slide into your depths, a soughed croon spills from your lips. Digits pumping into you once again, Taehyung spreads the substance over your walls - leaving them slick in a mixture of his spit and the lubrication. Once your ass is sufficiently wet, he spreads his fingers one final time, only to spit into your ass. The thick blob slides into your open hole, and as the warmth of it runs along your walls, your puckered rim twitches. Fingers retreating out of your asshole, Taehyung suddenly spanks your fleshy cheek.

Hand palming at the cheek, “There we go. Nice and prepped,” he murmurs.

“Taehyung… please,” you whimper, and urgency evident in your voice, both your lovers laugh.

Not one to disappoint, Taehyung shifts closer to you. With Seokjin still keeping your ass spread, the younger man grips his cock and presses the head to your puckered entrance. Feeling his leaking cockhead stroke your lubricious back entrance, you mewl in wanton need and purposely buck your hips into you. Palm dropping to the small of your back, Taehyung keeps a heavy hand onto your body, the firm pressure causing you to still. Then, he begins pressing forward. The moment he applies pressure to your asshole, however, your muscles autonomously clench.

Bulbous cockhead pushing against your back entrance, Taehyung groans, “This is going to be a tight fit.”

All of a sudden, with a strong thrust, Taehyung squeezes his cock through the tight ring of muscles - the crown only slightly fighting the constricting hole. Walls flaring with a searing burn, you shriek out Taehyung’s name - your asshole rendered even tighter by Seokjin’s immense girth buried into your cunt. Face lowering, Taehyung’s plump lips graze over your shoulder, and pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, he gently hushes you. Below you, Seokjin soothingly lavishes kisses along your sternum, his hands caressing your ass in comfort.

“B-Big,” you shallowly gasp, tears stinging at your eyes once again.

“You can do it, Princess,” Seokjin murmurs, his words rumbling between the valley of your breasts.

Thick by thick inch, Taehyung feeds his unyielding hardness into your ass, pulling the flesh apart and around the shape of his cock. With every part of his length that impales you, your pliant back entrance stretches - his blunt cockhead spearing further and further into you. Halfway buried into you, you let out a whine of pain, your fingernails digging into the wood of the headboard. Between Seokjin’s cock in your cunt, and Taehyung’s shaft pushing into your asshole, you’re sure that you’re going to split apart.

“So… fucking… tight,” Taehyung breathes out, short pants breaking the words apart, the restraint heavy in his baritone.

In spite of the pain that floods through your sex, you whimper in pleasure - an undercurrent of euphoria weaving the stinging ache as your lovers fill you up in a way only they can. Their hard cocks stretch you out, their lengths carving their shape into your waiting, and welcoming, depths. Eventually, however, Taehyung bottoms out within you - the hilt of his shaft pressing to your puckered, while his hips slap the plump cheeks of your ass. Throat tightening at the overwhelming fullness, your lips part in a silent scream.

“T-Taehyung, S-Seokjin” you whimper.

Nuzzling his nose into the back of your hair, “I’m here, Kitten,” Taehyung mutters.

“Me too, Princess,” Seokjin follows, his own lips pressing a tender kiss to your nipple.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you voluntarily clench your ass around his their cocks. As your muscles tighten, “Fuck-” they groans.

“Please… fuck me,” you urge. Simultaneously, as if they’ve practiced, they both inhale a deep, steadying breath.

“Shit. Hold on then,” Seokjin remarks.

“Get ready, Kitten. We’re going to fuck you till you cry,” Taehyung warns.

You open your mouth to retort, however, at the exact moment, the both of them retreat out of you - their lengths dragging against each other through the thin lining between your cunt and ass. Then, abruptly, they drive back into you. Instantaneously, the words on your lips die. Instead, a strangled cry of ecstasy is forced from the base of your throat. Without any further warning, they snap their hips, their cocks hammering into your warm, heated depths. As their lengths surge into the sheath of your body, you scream out their names.

Their pace is stilted for a few moments, their rough thrusts causing your body to jerk and bounce over them as blinding ecstasy overtakes your senses. However, swiftly, and with practiced ease, they quickly fall into rhythm with each other. Each movement has them plunging their cocks as deep into you as they can, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air, and with each sound, they elicit a moan from deep within their chest. A fierce pressure builds in the pit of your abdomen from their brutal thrusts, and toes curling in pleasure, you allow them to practically rut into you - their cocks slamming into your depths over and over again.

“F-Fuck… H-Harder,” you urge, in spite of the sharpening ache that builds within your stomach.

At your behest, they somehow increase their movements, and their new, borderline punishing pace, has your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Their change in motion alters their rhythm, and instead of plunging into you at the same time, now, when Seokjin thrusts into your cunt, Taehyung pulls out of your ass. Only for Seokjin to then retreat from your cunt, and for Taehyung to pierce his shaft into your back entrance. Mercilessly, they use your body as their cocksleeve, and their veined cocks drag against every single erogenous zone buried in your innermost walls.

A mix of desirous need and blissful euphoria courses through your bloodstream, and feeling spikes of white-hot heat lance at your being, your body begins trembling. Delirious with pleasure, and as a result of their cocks constantly slamming into you, your low moans morph into slurred sobs. The fog of euphoria descends upon you, and as its haze clouds your mind, you lose yourself into the relentless pleasure they reap onto your body. Soon, your walls begin rippling around them, and as both your cunt and ass grip their shafts, both your lovers let out throat groans.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long. Your ass is so... fucking... tight,” Taehyung intones deeply, each word emphasised by a harsh thrust that drives his cock further into your back entrance.

Below you, while mouthing at your bouncing tit, “Same here. God, you’re so fucking wet… and your cunt won’t stop tightening around my cock,” Seokjin breathlessly adds before biting onto your nipple.

“C-Cum in me. P-Please,” you stammer, and tongue loosened by pleasure, your words come out distorted. Nonetheless, understanding them, your lovers quicken their pace - something you’d thought wholly impossible.

“Are you close, Princess?” Seokjin questions, causing you to nod your head furiously.

Taehyung’s hand curls around your body, and pushing it between your thighs, he begins furiously rubbing your clit. Lips falling to your shoulder, he bites down - hard enough to leave the indents of his teeth into your flesh - and, “Cum,” he orders.

That one action has you suddenly careening off of the precipice of your climax, and diving head first into sheer, unadulterated pleasure. A croaked sob falls from your lips, and blubbering out their name, you feel hot tears stream down your cheeks. Veins sweltering with burning euphoria, you feel the heat of your orgasm flood your entire being. Between them, your entire body begins convulsing, and back contorting violently, your walls clamp around them in a vice-like grip. Throughout your orgasm, your lovers continue fucking into you, their cocks spearing into your cunt and ass respectively, paired with Taehyung ruthlessly toying with your clit, you feel the knot in your stomach suddenly loosen.

High of your orgasm consuming you wholly, you feel an overwhelming elation sweep through you, and carrying you on it’s tide, you float away from reality. Walls clenching almost painfully, Seokjin and Taehyung hiss as they feel powerful jets of cum squirt out of you - the wetness gushing against both their thighs, as well as Seokjin’s abdomen. As you gush around Seokjin’s cock, your cum soaking into the sheets below you, twin roars fill the air. Using your own stick juices as lubrication, both of them slam into you at the same time - burying their cocks as deep into you as is humanly possible.

Without any warning, their cocks swell inside of you, and viciously pulsating, they begin to cum. Thick rope after thick rope of their warm essence floods your depths; Seokjin emptying himself deep into your cunt - his seed spilling directly against your quivering cervix - while Taehyung’s own cum pours straight into the rippling depths of your ass. Through the blurry haze of your orgasm, you vaguely register their warmth enveloping your guts, their heavy seed painting your flesh white. Responsively, the walls of your pussy and ass clench around their cocks, the battered muscles milking as much of their cum out of their lengths and into you.

The three of you sail down from your ecstatic highs, and as the euphoria ebbs away, you’re left basking in the post-orgasmic haze that enshrouds the three of you. Chest heaving for air - in a bid to satiate the dull ache in your lungs - you bonelessly flop onto Seokjin, every ounce of your energy dissipating from your bones. Automatically, Seokjin’s arms wind around you, a small mewl slipping from your lips when you feel his warm chest press flush against your own. Body still wired, you tremble in his arms - your muscles quaking intermittently as the aftershocks of your orgasm continue sweeping through you.

Gradually, the blurry fog clears from your mind, and brain kicking into gear, you let out a small moan when you feel the way their cum fills up your depths. You don’t get time to relish in the feeling, however, because soon, Taehyung begins pulling his cock out of your ass. Flaccid shaft slipping from your depths, you flinch, his length dragging across your raw inner flesh. The moment he retreats out of you completely, his cum rushes out of you, and as it leaks from your gaping asshole, you let out another groan. Eyes dropping to the sight, Taehyung lets out a growl of approval.

“Sloppy slut,” he coos, and despite the derisive words, the affection in his intonation causes you to preen. Then, with a kiss to your naked, sweat-soaked shoulder, you feel Taehyung climb off of the bed.

With the younger man disappearing, Seokjin takes the opportunity to gently flip the two of you over. Body weary, your muscles protest the movement, a displeasured groan emanating from your throat. Seokjin only chuckles at the sound, and when you're firmly on your back, he slowly pulls his own cock out of your battered cunt. Once again, you let out a wince, your thighs trembling at the sensitivity in your core. Bending forward, Seokjin presses a kiss to your forehead, before murmuring a gentle apology. You sigh at his gesture, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips.

In a matter of moments, Taehyung returns to the two of you, a glass of water and a damp towel in his head. As he approaches the bed, he hands Seokjin the cup, the older man pulling away from you and towards your side, while Taehyung takes his place between your thighs. Perching beside you, Seokjin lifts your back using his strength, and after he’s propped you up, he places the rim of the glass to your lips. Coolness of the water teasing your lips, your throat suddenly feels dry, and swiftly, you gulp down the drink.

“Slowly,” Seokjin warns, his hand automatically lowering the glass. You merely nod your head, before slowing down.

Meanwhile, Taehyung spreads your thighs, pulling apart your puffy folds, he begins swiping the warm cloth through your sex - clearing up the mess. Delicately, he runs the towel over you, from your leaking cunt, to your dripping asshole. It only takes him a few moments, and once you’re thoroughly clean - every trace of your mixed fluids soaked into the terry cloth fabric - he presses a soft kiss to the top of your mound. As his plump lips caress your oversentised clit, you moan, your hand autonomously moving to push his head away as your thighs clamp shut.

Laughing, “Sorry,” Taehyung apologises.

“It’s okay… Thank you,” you murmur, your nose wrinkling when the raw muscles of your oesophagus strain.

Seokjin places the empty glass on the bedside table, while Taehyung haphazardly throws the dirtied towel on the ground. Then, the two of them climb into bed beside you. Warmth of their bodies flanking either side of you, you snuggle further into the sheets, your eyes begin to droop from your exhaustion. Seokjin’s hand drops to your bare abdomen, and mindlessly, his fingers begin flitting over the soft flesh. At the same time, Taehyung nestles into your side, and face burying into the side swell of your breast, he gently nips the skin.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ____,” they both murmur, Seokjin pressing a kiss to your temple, while Taehyung presses one to your breast.

Eyebrow furrowing, “It’s not Valentine’s Day. Not for another couple of days” you respond, causing them both to laugh lightly.

“It was supposed to be a spontaneous surprise,” Seokjin answers, and this time, you giggle.

“Was it as spontaneous and thrilling as you wanted it to be?” Taehyung questions, his lips twisting into a lop-sided smile against your skin.

“Mmmm. Definitely…” you sigh in response. Then, after a brief pause, “Although… I’m going to be fucking sore tomorrow,” you grumble. Once again, the two of them laugh.

“Well… you know the best remedy for that...” Taehyung begins, one of his hands teasingly wrapping around your thigh.

“Is to continue working through the soreness,” Seokjin finishes, his own hand moving to palm at your breast.

“Oh my god. You’re both insatiable,” you gripe, your hands batting their hands away from your body.

“Only for you,” Taehyung quips.

“Yeah, I’m already starving again,” Seokjin growls.

“I could go for another round of dessert,” Taehyung nods.

At their exchange, you simply shake your head. Sighing, “Later. I need a nap first.”

“Hmmm. We’ll hold you to that,” they reply, and as the twin sounds echo through the room, you sigh in exasperation. Valentine’s Day or not, you’re sure they’re going to run your body ragged before letting you out of the hotel suite.

DISCLAIMER ⏤ THIS IS A PIECE OF FICTION. DO NOT TRY SOME OF THIS AT HOME. DO NOT POUR MELTED CHOCOLATE ONTO YOUR PUSSY OR ASSHOLE!!!!

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