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joopiterjoon · 3 years ago

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Working Double Time

Pairing: Hoseok x reader x Seokjin

Genre: +18, PW(ith)P

Tags/Warnings: threesome, light voyeurism, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, blowjobs, eiffel tower, multiple orgasms, boys kissing

Songspo: Killshot- Magdalena Bay

Summary: You’ve been overworking yourself, so Hoseok makes an enticing proposal about how to finish off a rough week.

a/n: I’m back momentarily to post this story I finally finished for the ARMY for AAPI event by @armyadvocates. This is a commission for an anonymous donor who requested it on behalf of their ARMY friend. I hope you enjoy!

Hoseok’s in his yoga gear when you drag yourself through the front door. The flimsy tank top that hangs off his body by literal threads and the short-shorts in green. But you are so done with the day that you don’t even have the energy to appreciate his toned, long legs stretched out to the end of the mat. You drop your bag, trudge right past his cheerful greeting, and start to tug your bra out of your top before you are even in the bedroom.

The bed doesn’t even feel inviting when you flop down onto it before groaning into the pillow.

Today sucked.

Well, the week sucked.

Maybe the month?

Everything had gotten too much, and it’s your own fault. Tax season is absolute hell, and it has you wondering what life would be like if you were an “accountant” and not a real accountant everytime one of those tiktoks came through your scrolling. It seemed like no one knew what they were doing, and anyone who did was leaving you to help out the newbies. Forget the fact that you have your own work.

And to top it all off, you had struggles with what could only be considered extracurricular work because your dumbass decided to continue participating in the sorority’s chapter functions from your alma mater. And somehow, sorority drama always coincide with the worst part of tax season. And these girls seem to be as helpless as your coworkers, putting you in the middle of things.

You groan into the pillow again, kicking your feet like it could relieve some of the stress you’d put on your own shoulders.

“Wow, that’s some killer lion’s breath,” you hear from the direction of the door.

You stop fussing long enough to mumble into the comforter, “Everything sucks.”

Hoseok hums knowingly. “That bad, huh? Lots to do?”

With a groan, you roll over. He knows you too well, that you are in this situation because you keep taking on work. You give him a pitiful look, which isn’t hard since it is how you feel.

Hoseok shares the look empathetically. His chin is propped on the edge of the bed, sweaty hair a mess from bending through all his yoga positions, eyes wide and shining underneath the bangs. He looks adorable, and you feel like trash. Your clothes feel suffocating as your workload and your skin feels thick from lack of sleep and too many takeout lunches.

“The next time someone asks me to do something, tell me to say no.”

“Why me?” He asks, head tilting to the side.

“Because I always listen to you,” you continue, flopping onto your back. Your body is so heavy with exhaustion, you don’t know if you’ll be getting up for the rest of the evening.

But before you stare at the ceiling, you catch the darkening of Hoseok’s expression at your words. He sighs, and you feel the bed shift as he sits next to you. “How can you be so sexy even when you’re stressed?”

“Sure,” you scoff.

“Laid out like this, telling me to order you around,” Hoseok murmurs to himself. The back of his fingers lightly trace over your arms, down the side of your waist, to rest on your hip.

You’re exhausted, but your lips tug into a small smile. He’s got one of those teasing smiles on his face, but there’s something darker in those eyes that roam your body. You want to entertain him, but your body fights against you, refusing to give up the slight reprieve of laying in bed.

So you take his hand, close your eyes, and sigh deeply. “I know it’s six, but let’s go to bed.”

“Hmm…” When he doesn’t continue, you peak an eye open. His bottom lip juts out as he rubs his chin. “This looks like more than I can handle, mi princesa.”

You push up on your elbows, feeling your heart sink. You don’t want to worry him, too. “No, babe. It’s fine, I’m just--”

“I think,” Hoseok starts before you can finish, tapping his lips thoughtfully until you close your mouth. “I think we might need to enlist some backup.”

Your heart immediately rises along with the blush on your cheeks. “Backup?”

“Mhm,” Hoseok nods, watching your interest closely. “Think we might need to go find someone to help us take care of you.”

“Take care of me?” You whisper, feeling your mind get hazy at the thought. That’s what you need right now. You can feel it in your bones, your skin when Hoseok reaches out to stroke the back of your hand.

“What do you say I dress you up all pretty and go find something just as pretty to pair with you?”

You can’t help the giddy smile spread over your face as you nod. Hoseok’s offering to take control for the evening, and you will give it gladly. All of it.

“Really?” You ask again, feeling your senses revive again at the thought.

Hoseok nods with his lips pursed. He leans over you, planting a loud kiss on your forehead. “Yes, really. If that’s what you want. If you aren’t too exhausted.”

It sounds like he’s making fun of you, but it’s genuine. And you know this will end in a kind of exhaustion you are more than willing to deal with. An exhaustion that leaves the rest of you restored.

“Yes, please,” you say, smiling sweetly.

Hoseok smiles back, but it’s different. It’s that smile that hurts in the best way. Makes you feel a little nervous even after all these years.

“Okay, princesa,” Hoseok purrs, tracing a finger over your lips. “Then tonight, you’ll be my doll.”

“Okay,” you agree, feeling his thumb bump your upper lip.

“Ah-ah,” Hoseok tuts, but he leans in for a kiss. It’s soft, chaste, and not enough. You follow him when he pulls back, but he holds you down. “Dolls don’t talk. Dolls don’t move. They look pretty and are handled however I please.”

Your legs twist beneath him involuntarily. You go to say yes, but nod instead. Hoseok’s pleased smile has your cheeks burning.

“Tonight, I’m going to take care of you. We’re getting rid of all that stress, doll,” Hoseok lifts himself off the bed and to the closet in one motion. He continues to speak as he starts looking through the clothes. His voice is cheerful as he continues, “You will speak only when spoken to. You will only do as you are commanded. Dolls are just pretty things to be used, do you understand?”

He glances over his shoulder, and you nod again. It feels weird, like you should be upset he’s taking your voice from you, but… it’s not. It’s what you need. In a day where everyone is asking more, more, and more of you, where you are constantly being told to answer and instruct, it’s nice. You close your eyes as you hear him rifling through things, enjoying the way your lips rest together, wordless.

“Sit up,” Hoseok orders. When you open your eyes, he’s holding up one of his favorite dresses on you. He loves the way it fits your curves, how it looks like you are bursting out of it, so much of you for him to devour.

You do as you are told and reach to pull off your blouse. The click of his tongue has you pausing. “What did I say earlier?”

Your hands pause, and you glance up. He waits, and you know you need to answer. “Dolls don’t talk and…” you blush, “and they don’t move.”

“That’s right. No moving unless I tell you to. Now, are you going to follow orders while I dress you up?”

You nod, averting your eyes. There’s something oddly intimate about Hoseok taking your clothes off not to ravish you, but to reassemble you. His hands are just as soft as they pull the shirt over your head, shimmying your legs out of the pants. When his knuckles knead into the back of your shins, you can’t help the sigh that comes out.

“That’s right,” Hoseok coos. “Gotta relax these legs before I put you in some heels.”

You giggle a bit at that. Hoseok loves fashion. This isn’t the first time he’s dressed you, just not literally. Actually, he has probably approved or bought most of what’s in your closet. The perks of a boyfriend who runs a fashion blog on the side.

Your mind wanders between topics as Hoseok slips you out of your underwear, pulling one of your red lingerie sets out of the drawers to match the dress. You aren’t even hyperaware of yourself as he clasps the bra behind you, lost in thought from the opportunity to let your mind rest. It isn’t until he commands you to stand that you feel your legs shaking.

You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder, looking down. You watch as he steps your feet through the red lace, his fingers tracing your legs in a teasing touch as he pulls them up to your waist. He watches his work, and his hot breath brushes your core as he sets them in place. Finally, he looks up at you, gaze focused, as he leans forward to kiss the small bow in the middle of the waistband, teeth catching on it before he lets it pop back into place. You are embarrassed by how loud your gasp is.

“I like you like this,” Hoseok muses, standing again to grab the dress off the hook.

He turns, opening the dress for you to step into it. He turns you then, grabbing the zipper that sits above the hem of the panties. He leans in, his body almost flush to yours as he plays with the circular hook on the zipper. His lips brush your ear as he starts to zip it up. “Relaxed, pliant, that look on your phase that’s a little fucked out already.”

Your breath catches at his swear. You only heard him talk like that in the bedroom. And for a fleeting second, you wonder if you are even going to make it out of the bedroom. But the sun was setting in the window, and Hoseok was stepping back, telling you to turn around.

He hadn’t stepped too far back. As you turn, your shoulders brush his chest, and there’s not much room from where the backs of your legs hit the bed. He stares down at you, noses almost touching. His hands reach, and your eyes closed, waiting.

But his fingers simply run through your scalp, scratching lightly as he fluffs out your hair. He takes a step back, smirk on his face, as he fan it around your face. “There we go. Prettiest doll I’ve ever seen.”

You glance behind him in the mirror. And you do look great. Hoseok always knows what fits you best, truly dresses you to emphasize, well, you.

He goes to dress himself, slicking his hair back with a little bit of product. He shrugs off the tank top, and you admire the slim curve of his back as he throws a dress shirt around his shoulder. He pulls on white slacks, buttoning them as he turns his face side to side in the mirror. His undercut to deal with the summer heat draws attention to the stacked part in his hair that leaves his side profile striking. When he turns around, you are shocked by how dangerous he looks dressed in an innocent color like white.

“C’mon,” he holds his hand out, dropping your black heels in front of you. “Let’s go find us another toy.”

In the car, Hoseok keeps a loose hand resting on your thigh, right below where the dress ends. He taps the wheel happily with his other hand, occasionally throwing glances at you when you stop at the lights. It’s a quiet car ride, but you don’t feel the need to fill it. Instead, you are wondering what awaits you. The pads of Hoseok’s fingers tighten on your skin whenever he makes a turn. The city lights dance on as the sky deepens to violet.

“What do you want, princessa?” Hoseok finally asks, pulling up to a bar you all attend at celebrations. You didn’t realize at first, the fanciness of your outfits. But now you realize he’s spoiling you.

You turn to him, though, unsure what he’s asking.

“Any preferences?” Hoseok clarifies, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.

“Ah,” you say, finding your voice a little foreign after over an hour of silence. “I’m good.”

Hoseok’s smile tugs at the corner. “Yes, yes you are.”

You blush at that. “Oh, no, I--”

Hoseok leans forward, the hand behind your ear clasping your neck to kiss you. It’s messy and hard, taking you off guard. But you settle into it, following the motions of Hoseok’s lips, the press of his tongue as he swallows down your moans.

When he pulls back, he smiles bright and practically sings, “Then I’m going to watch for whoever can’t take their eyes off of you.”

You nod a little breathlessly before Hoseok’s hopping out of the car, a pep in his step, and opens your door. He takes your hand to guide you out of the car, and you can’t help but be a little amused at how much he is enjoying himself.

Hoseok likes control. You’ve known it since your first date. The unknown makes him nervous. He’s practiced yoga for decades for the control and awareness of his body. His appearance is immaculate due to his interest in controlling how others see him. Even in his day job as a dance instructor, he’s in control of the flow of bodies, the beat and response. For him, it’s how he can relax.

And for you, it’s the total opposite. Control is thrust in your face all day long, and you want to recede into the confines of rules. You don’t want the weight of making the decisions, calling the shots, negotiating, organizing. You did too well at what you were told to do, which is what you liked, and ended up on the other side.

With Hoseok, you can relax. You can work off the vibe he wants to set, which is always positive. You can follow his lead, which has never guided you off course. You can trust and let go with him.

So you do so. You let your shoulders relax and be guided by Hoseok as he saunters up to the entrance of the bar lounge. You squeeze his hand once as you step inside, giving him a thankful smile when he turns a raised eyebrow in your direction. He simply smiles as bright as always, a giving a playful wink as he heads to the bar.

The lounge is subtle in its glamour. There’s low lighting and plentiful seating spaced out across an open concept. The bar is carved wood, sitting in the middle so guests can approach the tower of liquor and wines from all sides. But upon closer look, it’s obvious why Hoseok enjoys this place with his expensive tastes.

Your reflection is almost a mirror in the shined surface of the bar, always wiped down by staff in attire that barely has a crease in the sleeves despite the hours of working. The seating that’s strewn about is filled with plush, understated chairs and loveseats, sitting on plush, red carpet that always looks brand new. The room should be filled with the chatter of all the attendees who are also dressed for a good night out, but the soundproofing of the ceiling and the decorative chandeliers that should appear gaudy but somehow accent the simplicity of all that’s below keep the space feeling intimate.

You and Hoseok are much the same as he seats you at the bar. His white shirt and slacks contrast your red dress, yet he bends into your every move as he flits about you. His hand slides down your back as he chats with the bartender and laughs at his own joke. He leans over your shoulder as he grabs one of the drinks before he slides into the seat next to you, placing it in your hand.

“Drink up, you deserve it,” he says with the slight hint of a pout creasing his brow. You nod, letting the syrupy drink perk up your spirits. Without noticing, sitting down and gazing around the place had let the exhaustion from the week start to settle in. Hoseok watched as you took another sip, hand casually rounding over your thigh to keep you present with his teasing touch.

“Still feel like having fun?” He asks, then corrects, “staying home will be just as fun for me.”

You shake your head. “No, sir, I’m fine.”

Hoseok’s eyes darken at that, his lips parting at your appeal. Sir, it’s not a name you usually bring out without his instruction. But you can tell in his gaze that’s getting harder and harder to hold that he’s excited by the call.

The hand on your thigh grips a bit tighter, shifts a bit higher, and you steady the glass in your hand as he leans forward, “Keep talking like that, looking like this, and I’m going to have a hard time sharing you with anyone else.”

You shiver as his breath tickles your ear. He sits back with an impatient sigh and starts to scan the place. “Time to play.”

You try to sit a little taller, pulling your elbows back as you take another sip of your drink. Hoseok keeps his eye on you, but he continues to watch the bar. After a few minutes and ordering his own drink, he leans in again.

With a tilt of his head, he asks, “How do you feel about blonds?”

“Blonds are nice.”

“This one’s really nice,” Hoseok tries to hold back his smile. He wants to feign casual conversation with you. It makes your heart race, like the prospect could be close. You turn more towards him, but he stops you while still looking over your shoulder. “Why don’t you take a sip of your drink, princessa.”

You glance down at the ice in your glass, not quite sure what he’s getting at. You bring it slowly to your lips and close your eyes. Licking the wet droplets off your lips, you set it down.

“He liked that,” Hoseok murmurs, starting to withdraw his hand from your thigh. Then suddenly, “Oh?”

You want to turn and see this mystery man, but Hoseok continues to hold you there. You pout, close to breaking your oath of silence.

Hoseok relents, adjusting the opening of his shirt. “This may be easier than I thought. I think he likes me, too.”

You snort. Hoseok had an overwhelming cockiness when he was in a comfortable space. You could see it oozing from the proud, upturned frown on his face as he brushed off his slacks to stand.

His fingers dance across your shoulders before he whispers, “Wait right here.”

As he walks away, you finally have the chance to sneak a peak.

Oh.

Standing on the far end of the bar is the only blond. The bleached hair is striking in the low light and contrasts with his black suit. Hoseok makes his way over, so the man stares deliberately forward. He flexes his philtrum, plush lips rolling as he considers something in the tower of beverages. Even from here, you see a blush on the tips of his ears.

He knows he’s been caught staring.

Hoseok says something, and the man’s nerves vanish as he breaks into a casual smile. Hoseok’s stance stiffens, which makes your stomach flip. He is also interested.

The blond is taller, leaning back on the counter once he realizes Hoseok is there for conversation. His stance is inviting as he makes Hoseok laugh, who slaps the counter in good fun… then leaves his hand there.

It was bold. Hoseok leans on the bar, close to the man, so close that he has to hold his drink to his chest. The stranger’s broad shoulders somehow shrink against Hoseok’s prowess. The sharp edge of Hoseok’s profile parallels the other’s soft cheeks swollen with a smile.

And then, they glance your way. You startle but smile. The blond blinks, and Hoseok smiles wider. He whispers in the other’s ear. The blond’s cheeks start to match the plush carpet under your bar stool as his eyes wander down what he can see of you.

He nods.

You bite your lip from squealing, and the stranger’s eyes dart away. Hoseok’s hand moves from the bar to the man’s waist, and his body shifts into his as he leads him over to you. He’s snared by Hoseok.

He’s having trouble holding your gaze as well. You could see the slight clench in his jaw as he continues to drink in the vision of you. Hoseok guides him to stand next to you, him on the other side, leaning an elbow on the bar.

“This is Seokjin,” Hoseok introduces with a clap on his shoulder.

Seokjin nods after jumping from the touch. His dark eyes finally meet yours, and a light voice greets, “You can call me Jin. Nice to meet you.”

You nod, unsure if you are allowed to talk. The gleeful look on Hoseok’s face says no.

“I’ve explained to Jin what we are looking for,” Hoseok continues, “and he’s interested.”

That brings you here, hands in your lap, waiting for what’s next. Jin sits across from you in the arm chair, posture stiff with nerves. Still, he smiles when you catch his eye.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Hoseok calls from the kitchen. You hear the sound of ice clinking into a glass or two followed by the slush of liquid. “My favorite little doll. All dressed up.”

“She’s beautiful,” Jin agrees. His eyes don’t leave you, and you shiver at the dissociation of not being addressed.

Footsteps have you sitting impossibly straighter as Hoseok hums. “Don’t I know it.”

There’s warmth behind you, the press of his body standing directly behind you. Hoseok reaches over you to hand Jin his drink, and you inhale his scent. It mingles with the fruitier scent of Jin’s cologne as he reaches for the drink, and your legs adjust at the thought of your skin being awash with both of them.

Chilly fingers have you flinching as Hoseok tucks your hair over your shoulder. “I dressed her up just for tonight.”

Jin takes a sip, eyes flicking up to Hoseok now. “You did a good job.”

Hoseok chuckles as his hand rests on your shoulder. “Yes. But you know, there’s an art to dressing someone. Because eventually, they’ll have to be undressed…” his fingers fiddle with the strap of your dress and you squirm. “And you should see how she looks underneath.”

“I’d love to,” Jin responds with another short answer. But as you watch him take another sip, you see the shake of his hand. You can’t help but smirk. It’s Hoseok or you or both of you. Something has those pristine features on edge. You feel powerful, even as a toy.

Hoseok seems to catch what you see, patting your shoulder as he walks around the couch. You expect him to sit with you, but instead, he walks on over to Jin. He plops down on his arm rest with an arm slung around the man’s broad shoulders.

It’s an interesting juxtaposition. The slim frame of Hoseok next to Jin’s larger body. He’s practically hanging off of him, but the carefree smile shows who has the upperhand as Jin clutches his glass with both hands.

“Seokjin,” Hoseok says, the endearing smile creasing his eyes. Jin startles at his own name, glancing at Hoseok who withdraws his hand and sits as respectfully as one can when perched on the armrest. “Are you still okay with this? I can play alone.”

Jin’s eyes widen, and with his head turned, you can see his adam’s apple bob in his strong neck which flushes pink. “Ah, no, I’m good.”

“You sure?” Hoseok checks, though now he reaches to brush the back of his hand across his cheek to point out the blush. When Jin’s lashes flutter, your stomach curls in anticipation. He’s been caught under Hoseok’s easy spell.

“No, I… want to do this, too,” Jin nods, eyeing you as well. “I’d love to.”

Hoseok pats his cheek, “Good boy.”

Jin’s breath catches. Hoseok’s smile grows, hand running into his blond hair as he leans in close. “You like that? Want to be a good boy?”

His cheeks burn redder, and you know it is too soon for it to be the alcohol. “Yes.”

Hoseok chuckles, looking absolutely delighted. Wrapping his arm back around him, he leans in to smoosh their cheeks together turned toward you. And it’s a lot, to have the gaze of two beautiful men. He points toward you. “See my beautiful princessa over there?”

He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes harden.

“I need you to be good for her tonight,” Hoseok says, voice low. “And she’s such a good girl herself, she makes it so easy.”

“I can do that,” Jin sounds breathless.

And just like that, Hoseok hops up, grabbing his drink from the coffee table. “Fantastic!”

He throws it back, letting the syrupy drink spill from the sides of his lips. Jin follows suit, trying to finish his drink quickly.

It was time to start the show.

Hoseok straightens up, cracking his neck. He takes a deep, steadying breath and orders, “Stand.”

You straighten at the command. You don’t expect Jin to do the same. Hoseok neither, if the laugh he lets out is anything to go by.

Jin blushes widely, going to sit, but Hoseok waves him over. “No, no, that was great. You are already doing so well.”

He turns to you. “Look, princessa, he’ll be so good for us.”

You smile at him, enjoying the fact that you don’t need to do more. Hoseok wraps his arm around his waist and pulls you close. “You see, Jin. She’s so obedient. Does whatever she’s told like a good little doll.”

He presses his lips to the crown of your head. “Spin for me, darling.”

Your breath shudders out as you grab the edges of your dress, placing your heels one over the other as you turn. When you make it around once, you don’t stop. He didn’t tell you to. You keep spinning, feeling both men take in your every angle. And with each rotation, you see the hunger in their gaze grow.

Stopping you as you face the kitchen, away from them, the featherlight touch of his fingers ghosts over and up your back. “Most dolls, you know, they have a string in the back.”

His finger hooks in the small zipper at the top of the dress. He tugs lightly, and it starts to descend down your back. “You pull it, and they make a sound.”

He stares down at you, eyes filled with excitement. “She’s strung so tight, and it’s our job to unravel her.”

Your knees weaken at that, especially when Hoseok pulls the zipper down a bit further, “One thread at a time. Think you can do that, big guy?”

Jin nods dumbly, hands unsure of how to busy themselves, desperate to be on you now.

But Hoseok doesn’t beckon him closer just yet.

“The sounds she makes, Jin…” Hoseok grips your chin and turns your face to him. Then, his hot breath ghosts over your neck. The wet heat of his tongue flattens along the column of your neck. Your breath catches in your throat, fingers gripping his shirt. Jin’s own hands twitch again, body leaning in towards the two of you, wetting his lips.

When Hoseok sinks his teeth in, you whine, lips parting in surprise. Jin’s do the same, entranced.

Hoseok straightens back up, looking between you two. Your cheeks burn at the pleasure, at being caught staring elsewhere, at the way Hoseok likes it.

“That’s your job, Jin,” he instructs and takes a step back. You feel cold, from the wetness on your neck to the lack of a body to hold onto. Hoseok seats himself on the closest armrest, looking between the two of you expectantly. “Pull her strings, make her moan.”

You eye Hoseok, remembering your earlier command. Only speak when spoken to. But he just nods. “It’s okay, mi princessa. Let him know if he’s doing good.”

Feeling your knees shake, you face Jin. As he steps closer, you’re surprised by just how much taller he is. You angle your gaze, not sure what to do.

But then you remember, you aren’t supposed to do anything. You are allowed and content to just stand there and await instructions. Hoseok is in control.

“Touch her, Jin,” he instructs.

“Anywhere?” He asks with a shuddering exhale.

“Awh, not even sure where to begin?” Hoseok coos from the couch, crossing his legs. You both look over at your boyfriend, pleased as can be with his two props. “Undress her.”

Jin’s cheeks darken and so do his deep, brown eyes. He swallows, and you try to do the same. Your mouth is dry, the back of your throat feeling sticky. You grip your hands tighter in the dress, nerves having you jittery.

You feel so wanted just as you are, standing here, doing as you’re told, with two men ready to ravage you.

Jin finally, finally touches you. He steps into your space, the distance gone as your red dress brushes his dress shirt, taut over his shoulders as he reaches behind you. Your eyes drift close as you inhale deep again. Something fruity.

And with the sense removed, your aware of the sound of his breathing, deliberately steady. The light scrape of his fingernails as he trails down your spine in search of the zipper. The loosening tug of the dress around your hips as the zipper dips lower, the only sound in the room.

Then Jin’s hands are tracing your arms, appreciating the soft skin and kneading just below your shoulders. Appreciating all of you that is his just for the moment. He slips his hands under the straps of your dress and takes a step back to watch it fall down your waist, a slight shimmy to get it over your hips.

“Wow,” Jin breathes.

Hoseok agrees with a pleased hum. You can imagine the smirk on his face, knowing his handiwork is being admired. It makes you stand taller, feeling beautiful in the outfit he’s chosen for you. The garter digs into your supple waist and the bra clings to your skin, and suddenly it all feels like you are wearing too much.

You want that gaze and so much more to cover your bare skin.

And Hoseok knows just as much, how you like to be smothered in affection and touch. He stands beside Jin now and leans over his shoulder to turn you towards the bedroom door. “Head on back to the bedroom, princessa.”

You take one step in front of the other, realizing your nerves are getting the better of you as you sway a bit. You want to turn back, see the look on both their faces. Are you imagining it, or do they like what they see?

That’s not an option, though. Not when you’ve been given an order. And tonight, that’s all you are. A doll that obeys every command. A plaything at their disposal.

“Look at that,” Hoseok admires, his voice still close, letting you know he’s there. “Isn’t she a sight?”

“Yes,” Jin’s short but breathy replies continue. They’re following close behind, observing the sway of your hips, the lines of your body shifting as you step into the room.

“She’s so fucking sexy,” Hoseok sighs like it’s almost too much to bear. A smile breaks over your face that you try to hold back as you reach the bed.

You turn and lower yourself to the mattress. Hoseok walks over to cup the side of your face, smiling down too gently for what is to come. His eyes still give way to the heat, the anticipation.

But he still asks, ever with your best interest in mind, “Are you ready, my pretty little doll?”

“Yes,” you startle at the sound of your own voice. You’d spent so long being quiet that it almost sounds foreign.

Hoseok’s smile broadens, his eyes creasing with delight. His palm slips to the nape of your neck, thumb brushing over the column of your throat. “Want to let Jin treat you like his favorite little play thing?”

Your eyes dart to the man still standing in the doorframe. His broad shoulder almost fill the space and block out the white light of the kitchen so the room is only filled with the warmth of your bedside lamps. His cheeks are still that light pink, but his lips are wet and parted. His gaze meets yours and the hunger sends a shiver down your spine.

“Yes,” you make sure you lock eyes as you consent to the night’s activities.

Hoseok waves Jin over. He towers over you, and the smallness is almost comforting.

“On the bed,” Hoseok instructs. As you scoot up the bed, Hoseok leans against the wall between the two of you. Jin watches you scoot back, hands at his side, chests rising and falling. Hoseok, on the other hand, crosses his arms, raising a tentative eyebrow. You stretch out on the bed, enjoying the tension between the two men.

Jin gets the hint, though. Hoseok isn’t the kind to repeat an order. He’s to be obeyed.

And Jin must catch the sternness because he lowers himself to the bed, crawling over you. His knees cage you in, palms on either side as he looks down over you.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

You smile up at him, almost giggling at the cuteness.

“Can I…” his eyes wander again, tongue wetting his lips. “Can I touch you?”

You bite your lip. “Yes.”

The permission from you seems to be all he needs. Suddenly, he’s leaning back on his heels. You almost follow before you break into a moan.

Two large, warm hands cup your breasts, kneading hard. The pads of his thumbs brush through the thin, lace fabric and your body arches into his touch.

“Nice work,” Hoseok muses from his place on the wall.

Jin moves then, hands dipping behind your back. The ease with which he pulls you off the bed is shocking, feeling light in his arms. He can handle you in a way that Hoseok can’t, his build letting him easily drag you off the mattress to unclasp your bra. As soon as it falls from your shoulders, he pulls you in close. The fabric of his starched dress shirt brushes your bare nipples.

But you want more, want his bare skin against yours. He doesn’t oblige, though, but what he gives you instead is so much more.

Wide eyes hesitate before yours, hot breath brushing over your cheek, before Jin’s plush lips take your own. It’s shockingly desperate and unexpected. The entire evening, he’d been tentative and unsure, following Hoseok’s every move. But now, with you bared before him and so close, it’s as though he can’t hold back. He lays you against the bed again, body molding to yours, tongue licking at your bottom lip.

This is where you want to be. Pliant and wanted, strewn out on the mattress below a man desperate to ravish you. You moan into Jin’s open mouth, tasting the sweetness of his drink at the bar and the bitterness of Hoseok’s whiskey as his tongue lathes into your mouth. Your knee drags up involuntarily at the feeling of his cock growing harder against your thigh.

“Fuck,” Jin groans as you whine against the sensation that’s good but not good enough.

“Help her out, will you?” Hoseok’s taunting voice comes from the sidelines. Your cheeks burn, forgetting his right there watching you act of your own accord. “She’s being so fucking needy, can’t you tell?”

Jin pulls back, embarrassment etched into his brow. “Sorry.”

His hands grip your hips to roll them against him as he mouths at your neck. Jin’s hands are larger than Hoseok’s, but his touch is gentler. The tentative nerves of encountering someone new. But he explores with confidence, warm palms gliding over the sides of your body. You exhale in contentment, feeling your body give.

It spurs Jin on, leaning forward. The wet press of his lips greets the center of your chest. When you arch into it, he mouths at your supple skin.

“He’s a tease, is he?” Hoseok’s voice breaks through the lust drifting over the bed. You turn your gaze to him as he walks over. His eyes are on you as he talks to Jin. “Look at the way he touches you. Such a gentleman.”

Jin also gives a glance to Hoseok, eyes dark beneath blond fringe and cheeks flushed still. He continues on when Hoseok gives him a small nod. “Don’t worry, she likes it.”

His fingers thread through your hair, and your eyes fall closed again. It’s already overwhelming, your temple meeting Hoseok’s thigh as he sits, the scratching to your scalp, the warm press of Jin’s body over you.

Hoseok’s hand tightens suddenly. You yelp, the tingle in your scalp shocking but delicious. “She likes it all, Jin. She’ll take whatever she can get.”

“Is that so?” You shiver at the dip in Jin’s voice.

“Your body’s gorgeous,” Jin whispers into your collarbone. You squirm in the sheets at the direct attention.

“Isn’t it?” Hoseok muses, too. You open your eyes again to see him staring down at you. The mischievous tilt to his smile doesn’t match the softness in his eyes. “My favorite little play thing.”

Caught up in Hoseok’s praise, the wet mouth on your nipple takes you by surprise. Even more, Jin scissors your other nipple with a surprising harshness. At the site of your blissed out expression, the heat in Hoseok’s gaze hardens.

“Fuck her, Jin.”

You moan at the command that’s not even directed at you. Hoseok’s usually patient. He takes his time in ways that leaves you aching for more even after he finally lets you have it. The fact that he’s already demanding his cock has your legs spreading wider, ready.

“See,” Hoseok nods towards your thighs when Jin sits back on his heels. “She wants it so bad. She deserves it, too.”

Jin scoots down your body, hands fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. “God, and I’ll give it to her.”

Hoseok hums delightedly. “Hear that, princessa? He’s going to fuck you so good.”

You smile, the lightest giggle dancing behind your lips as Jin’s grip in the hem of your panties tickles the soft skin by your hips. He drags them down slow, raising your legs as he pulls them off.

When your legs are free, they fall onto one of his broad shoulders. You cross them at the heel only to realize he’s so broad, there’s no need.

He wraps an arm around your legs, kneading at your calves as he shuffles over.

“Fuck, look at the two of you,” Hoseok breathes, hand stilling in your hair.

And you do. You glance down at your bare body, where it meets and follows the curves and strong arches of Jin’s own. And then you turn your gaze upward, where your boyfriend sits beside you fully clothed. A spectator, a director.

“Do you like what you see?” Jin’s voice asks quietly.

Hoseok doesn’t respond. Instead, he reaches forward, cupping the nape of Jin’s neck, and pulls him in. It’s messy, their tongues twisting between lips and behind teeths as Jin starts to melt, the grip on your legs slipping. You feel yourself slipping, too, at the sight of your boyfriend taking and taking from him and seeing Jin give and give.

They part, and Hoseok’s cheeks have finally reddened as he settles against the headboard beside you.

Wordlessly, Jin hikes your legs a little higher on his shoulder. Then, you feel the blunt head of his cock press against your wet core. He throws his head back immediately, moaning at the feeling of how wet you are after waiting for this all night. He pushes in, slowly at first, and the stretch has you grabbing at the sheets already. You can feel the head press further, your walls alight with sensation as he bottoms at. Even the slight shuffle of his hips for a better grounding has a whine seeping between your teeth.

“God, she’s going to come soon,” Hoseok chuckles. You feel embarrassed, but you relish the way he continues to look at you both.

Jin pulls back slowly, but the hard thrust he gives you takes you off guard. You cry out, and he does it again. Your eyes roll back, the sweet sensation and the jostling of his force. The pressure from the thrusts has your clit stimulated as your body twists.

Jin’s mouthing at the heel of your foot, and it’s so surprisingly sensitive, your toes curl.

But you lose control of what sensation comes where when Hoseok reaches down to twist one of your purt nipples. Your chest recoils but your back arches, undecided in where to focus. Everything feels good, so good, and you’re thinking about nothing but bliss, but arousal and a need for release.

It’s only moments before your groaning, jaw locked, feeling the heat rise from your core and flood over you. Jin’s thrusts don’t slow, an unpredictable pattern as he feels you clench around him, and the feeling of being fucked by someone who doesn’t know your body quite as well has the heat coiling hot and spurting in long waves.

It knocks the breath out of you. Only when you regain the feeling of your breath do you hear yourself whimpering against the girth of his cock against your sensitive walls.

“Shh,” Hoseok chides, a hand on Jin’s shoulder asking him to stop. “That was so good, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” you nod quickly, trying to catch your breath. Then, you look at Jin to reassure him. “So good.”

“My turn?” Hoseok asks, and despite the pulsing of your core, you already find yourself aching for me. You nod quickly again.

“God, you’re so good for us,” Hoseok leans over to kiss your forehead. “Think you can handle both of us?”

You nod again, lips loose but nothing coming out. You’d take them anyway.

“Flip her over.”

Your legs drop to the bed, and Jin’s large hands grip your waist. He kisses your shoulder as he leans in to lift you up and over. Your knees hit the sheets, but Jin takes the time to align them for you, lowering you down gently.

“You handle her so well,” Hoseok says, and you can hear a kind of gratitude in his voice.

“Like you said,” Jin responds, “she deserves it.”

“True, she took your cock so well,” Hoseok says. “Fat cock like yours, probably makes all the girls cry.”

“Not this one,” Jin’s voice from behind you sounds a bit bashful.

“Not yet.”

You groan at that, Hoseok’s hand tracing down your back to let you know where he is. But he gets off the bed.

“Come here.”

You turn, not sure who he’s talking to. But you feel the bed move behind you, and then Jin is standing in front of Hoseok. They take a moment, then Jin’s unbuttoning his shirt. As he opens each button, he places a kiss on the new skin exposed. He watches Hoseok who rests his hands on his bare waist. He unbuttons his slacks, letting them fall to the floor. Then, he’s tugging down Hoseok’s boxer briefs. Once free, his curved cock bobs next to Jin’s thick, heavy cock.

“If you’re going to fuck her again, might need a little help,” Hoseok says, and you can see his wink from here. Your heart swoops as your boyfriend drops to his knees. And your stomach drops when he finds your gaze, holds it, and grips Jin’s cock. He sticks out his tongue, opening his mouth, and takes Jin as far as he can. You see the squint in his eyes as he accommodates before they roll back, enjoying the taste of another man’s cocked soaked in your juices.

Your knees shake as you watch. Jin’s, too, from the looks of it. Hoseok pulls off after only a few sucks and spits onto the end of his cock, letting it drip from his lips and smears it down his cock. He stands, placing his finger under Jin’s chin to give him a chaste kiss. “There, that’s better.”

Jin doesn’t even answer, just dumbly nods as you would. Then both men are crawling back onto the bed. You feel their hands on your body, letting them know where you are, and you’re torn between leaning into Hoseok’s hand under your chin or back into Jin’s hips.

“Fuck her good just like last time,” Hoseok’s voice comes from above. You close your eyes as Jin’s cock traces between your folds, knowing that the new wet sensation is Hoseok’s saliva. And then Hoseok’s gripping your shoulders, lifting you onto your elbows. His legs dip wide, all those years of yoga paying off.

You whine as Jin presses in again, the sensitivity overwhelming but leaving you needy.

With a finger under your chin just like he’d done with Jin, Hoseok tilts your head to his gaze, which is hard to meet when his cock brushes your cheek. “Think you can take my cock while he fucks you?”

You don’t answer. You let your tongue hang as you search for Hoseok’s cock again, turning your head at awkward angles. He swears under his breath then guides you onto his cock. Jin slows to make the alignment easier, but the movement as you shuffle on your elbows has his cock pulsing inside you.

“Damn, look at you,” Hoseok murmurs. “Taking what you need. Sucking me raw and sucking him in.”

You moan, the heady taste of Hoseok’s cock filling your senses. Then you’re reminded of the cock between your thighs, firm hands on your hips, and everything mixes together again. The last touch is Hoseok’s hand under your throat, feeling his cock brush by.

Jin thrusts again, but slower, more steady, deeper. You choke on a moan and feel drool slip from your mouth and down Hoseok’s cock.

“Good, just breathe for me, princessa” Hoseok says in a low voice, rocking his hips slowly. You don’t need to do anything but breathe. They both move, holding you steady, and you let your jaw hang open, let your knees relax as Jin holds you upright.

They rock into you, cock rubbing the back of your throat and the other brushing your gspot. And you feel it coming again. You whine, whimper, and feel your elbows start to collapse as your next orgasm rocks through you, your clit pulsing against the lack of attention, your body moving forward away from Jin’s relentless thrusts only to choke on Hoseok’s cock. It’s so much, so good.

Then Hoseok’s swearing and coming. You feel the hot stickiness spill down your throat, probably taken by surprise at your attempts to swallow down air. It’s the sweetest kind of victory, to fill his load spill into your mouth involuntarily, to know you work him over that good. You lap it up, trying to swallow, to take him deeper, but it’s too much. Not when Jin jostles you forward, and your eager mouth chokes on the lack of air. You whimper, unable to catch a breath.

“Hey, hey,” Hoseok responds when you whimper and choke. He pulls out, but that’s not what you want. You feel half empty, in need of being overtaken, of being nothing but their doll.

“Please,” you finally speak on your own, voice raspy, and Jin groans at the need in your voice. You only now notice the soothing circles he rubs into your hips.

Hoseok strokes your cheeks, pulls your hair out of your face, and directs Jin once again, “Pull her up.”

Your brain feels dizzy as warm hands wrap around your waist and pull you up right. You gasp, pressed against Jin’s chest. His skin is damp with exertion, but you smell that sweet floral scent. And as Hoseok shuffles forward to be chest to chest as well, you take in his smell as well. It mingles around you, dizzying, and you drop your head to Jin’s shoulder with a sigh.

“Yeah, feeling good, aren’t you?” Hoseok purs, grabbing Jin’s hands and repositioning them over your breasts. You moan as he takes the hint, kneading hard as he starts to thrust again. You whimper, the sensation almost too much now.

Hoseok cradles your face and wipes the tears spilling down your cheeks from deepthroating. “Can you give me one more, princessa? Cum for me one more time?”

You sob around your yes, body wracked with relief and the exhaustion starting to set into your bones in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. Hoseok kisses you as Jin picks up the pace. And the faster Jin goes, the more intense Hoseok’s kisses become. You’re pliant to his mouth, letting his tongue dip deep, moaning openly as you feel the two men take apart every part of your body.

And then, Hoseok’s mouthing at your jaw, down your neck, his hands moving lower, until his slim fingers scissor around your clit, close enough to have your hips bucking but not enough to make it sting.

And you hear moaning. You realize Hoseok’s kissing Jin over your shoulder, the other man’s thrusts becoming distracted, erratic. His grip on your breasts gets tighter, and Hoseok holds your hip to keep you in place as he rolls small circles around your clit. He’s so focused despite occupied with both of you, and you just let your head fall back, hearing the two men moan over your own gasps and whimpers, hot and sticky between them, and you cum again. It’s short, hot, and burns in the best way possible as you dig your fingers into Hoseok’s biceps for support.

Jin swears behind you, and Hoseok tells him he can come. It’s almost instant, and you feel his hips still just as your body starts to ride into overstimulation. He lowers his hands as he shivers, rubbing over your rib cage, Hoseok’s hands back on your face, wiping away more tears.

You don’t remember when you closed your eyes, but when you open them, you can’t believe how wrecked he looks. There’s a sated hunger in his hooded eyes, but his lips are red, hair mussed, chest still heaving despite coming before both of you. It’s a lot to take in, but you find your eyes falling closed again.

“Okay, come on,” Hoseok coos, and you realize he’s talking to both of you as Jin gently pulls out of you, and you fall forward onto Hoseok. He guides you down onto the bed, and Jin falls opposite you. Hoseok rolls to the bedside table, opens a bottle of water, and passes it to Jin for a sip.

Hoseok holds his hand to take the bottle back, but to both your surprise, Jin gently turns your face in his direction, holding the bottle to your lips for a drink. It’s refreshing, after the tears and the deepthroating and the exertion. And despite the crispness of the water, your chest feels warm at the endearment of the stranger. And when he tips the bottle back and hands it to Hoseok, you see the same feeling in his expression.

Hoseok settles in, throwing a leg over the both of you. Out of the scene, his easy going smile spreads across his face. “That was fun.”

You giggle, rubbing a hand over both the men’s hips as they turn into you. “Of course it was. Thanks for that.”

“Oh,” Jin starts, sleepy eyes opening.

You both look over, and he blushes. “I just… I haven’t heard your voice much and it sounds nice.”

Your face burns, but Hoseok’s laughing so hard the bed shakes. “Oh, I think he likes you!”

“I mean,” Jin blushes again, starting to sit up. “I just fucked you, so to some extent.”

“Awh, he’s being shy now, too!” Hoseok continues to giggle, but you note the awkwardness in Jin’s body language. Hoseok’s usually a good judge of social settings, but the postcoital bliss has him a little too carefree.

“I like your voice, too,” you try, but the compliment feels awkward. Jin gives an awkward smile to match, then moves to the edge of the bed.

“I guess I should, uh, go now,” he says. And it’s odd. There was a kind of excitement to his nervousness before but this feels different.

And you feel different. You and Hoseok have done this before, but this guy was… great. The best. There was something nice, from the way you watched them chat it up to how well he read your needs.

“Wait,” Hoseok says before you can. Your head whips around in mild surprise to hear it from him. Hoseok gives you a look, a question, and you nod. Always on the same wavelength, still. “I was going to order some wings. She always orders a ton but never finishes. Want to help out?”

Jin turns from where he faces away, his eyes a little too wide, a little hopeful. And something in it makes your heart twist. Hoseok’s grip on your waist tightens just a bit, too. Interest.

“You don’t have to,” Jin mumbles.

“I want to,” you chime in now. “Plus, that was way too short for cuddling. Now I’m cold.”

Jin snorts at that. Tension eases from his shoulders, and he rolls back over. Hoseok pulls him close, fussing over the both of you as he throws one of the blankets on top of your naked bodies.

And it’s new, but it feels familiar. A stranger in your bed shouldn’t feel so comfortable, but there’s something about the way Jin hums when Hoseok ruffles his hair and how he knows just where to fit his arm over the curve of your waist. It makes you want this again already.

Maybe you could. Especially when you roll over to see Hoseok’s mischievous grin back on his face. Maybe this will be something more.

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goldfm-a · 3 years ago

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i need more threads w/ these characters ( see below ) so if you’re interested in rping w/ them ! either like this and i’ll come to you for muse(s) or reply with which muse(s) you want !

roxanne jung . 27-29 , she/they , homosexual , top dom , biker gang leader , im nayeon . kimmy nakamura . 26-28 , she/he/they , homosexual , top dom , twitch gamer , hirai momo . liyana sifiso . 26-28 , she/her , homosexual , switch verse , rock musician , doja cat .

francisco de leon . 25-27 , he/him , bisexual , top verse , app developer , rhenzy feliz . mikael de rohan - chabot . 25-27 , he/him , homosexual , switch verse , musician , colin ford . romeo furukawa . 26-28 , he/him , pansexual , top dom , adult video actor , murakami nijiro .

theo han . 28-30 , he/him , homosexual , bottom verse , digital artist , park junhee . yohan hwa . 25-27 , he/him , homosexual , bottom sub , musician , lee seokmin . ryan kelly . 25-27 , he/him , homosexual , bottom verse , ui designer , chwe hansol .

caleb kim . 29-31 , he/him , pansexual , top verse ( dom leaning ) , xx/xy member + music producer , min yoongi . kyle kim . 25-27 , he/him , homosexual , bottom sub , music composer , jeon jungkook . harry moon . 30-32 , he/him , bisexual , top dom , ER physician , shin hoseok .

hachi sanada . 25-27 , he/him , homosexual , bottom sub , pro soccer player , mika hashizume . justin wang . 26-28 , he/him , homosexual , switch verse , zoo docent , wen junhui . jasper winter . 20-22 , he/him , homosexual , bottom sub , twitch gamer , hueningkai / kai kamal huening .

#technically i need more threads w/ every single char of mine but the ones i listed desperately need more threads !#if u are unsure which muses to pick / go for : i bolded some !!#mutuals only <3 #im still busy w/ my midterm but after i'm done i'll do these !

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honeymoonjin · 5 years ago

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DAY FIVE

“Going outside again today, Namjoonie?” Yoongi questions with a teasing grin.

Namjoon sighs morosely at the thunderous downpour of rain visible through the kitchen windows. “It’s over for me,” he announces sullenly. “I’ve lost.”

You pause, spoonful of rice hovering in front of your open mouth. “So your prompt was ‘the outdoors’, huh?”

A miserable cry leaves his throat before he buries his face in his arms, slumped at the dining table where a few of you have gathered for breakfast. “Damn it,” he whines, muffled by the thick cable knit sweater he’s wearing.

You’d woken up early to a crack of thunder; the weekend storm apparently descending upon the villa earlier than expected. For once, you’d had to help Jungkook work out the heating system, cranking it up until you could smell the quickly-heating dust that had gathered from lack of use.

Yoongi, also an early riser, had announced that a day like today required a hot breakfast, and you’d helped him prepare a basic stew and some steamed rice as you were gradually joined by Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok. You’d waited a bit for the remaining two contestants, but the wafting aroma of beef and potato quickly broke your patience.

You finish your mouthful with a chuckle, leaning over to rub his back. “But now that you’re already going to get the penalty, you may as well do whatever you want.”

Namjoon’s body is still for a few moments as he considers this, before the faded purple of his hair jostles with a nod. “I guess so,” is the reply that comes from the crook of his arm.

You grin. “It’s okay, it’s not like you’re the last one. Hoseok hasn’t gone yet, and I swear Jimin doesn’t even wake up before midday.”

Hoseok narrows his eyes at you challengingly but before he can retort, the youngest makes a noise of disagreement in his throat.

“Oh, he’s not sleeping,” Jungkook answers breezily between cheeks stuffed with rice. “What? Yesterday I wanted to ask if I could borrow one of his shirts for my stream this week - you know, that see-through pink one he wore over a white shirt? - and he didn’t answer when I knocked so I opened the door-”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi and Jin cut in simultaneously, faces turned down in disappointment.

“Wait!” Jungkook protests. “It’s not as bad as it sounds! I just stuck my head in the door and he was in the bathtub-”

“He gets a bath and I don’t?” Hoseok asks incredulously.

“Hobi-hyung, please,” Jungkook whines. “Not the point. So like, his hair was covered in white stuff and he had this bright green clay mask on his face and a black one all over his hands and the water was like pink, but still see-through and I could kinda smell rose and maybe tea tree oil but then he was yelling at me to get out and then I got a text saying if I told anyone he’d-” Jungkook pauses, his excitement fizzing out suddenly, replaced by a look of pure fear. “Oh, I probably shouldn’t have said all that. Let’s pretend that never happened.”

Jin looks like he wants to ask for more information, but Hoseok huffs, shuffling in his seat impatiently. “Who cares,” he spits petulantly. “He isn’t fucking Edward Cullen; just because he’s mysterious doesn’t make him hot. I can be mysterious.”

Yoongi gasps, pointing at Hoseok’s feet wordlessly. That alone is enough for the younger man to let out a pealing yelp, stumbling up out of his chair and jumping on his feet, frantically patting himself down as he wide-eyes the floor. Yoongi begins chuckling, a dry cackle that spreads to the others at the table, and Hoseok deflates, sending him a withering gaze.

Sitting back down in defeat, though not without glancing down one last time cautiously, Hoseok huffs at Yoongi, mouth sticking out in a pout. “You’re lucky I’ve already found my arch nemesis or it would be you, Yoongi-hyung.”

“What a relief,” Yoongi replies in sarcastic monotone.

Hoseok frowns, before cheering up again to send you a bright grin. “Hey, Y/n, are you gonna go out to the confessional booth today?”

“Real subtle,” Yoongi murmurs lowly.

Ignoring him, you shake your head. “It’s raining,” you reply, “I’ll get wet.”

“I’m sure you will.”

Hoseok tuts, the dull thud of his foot stomping making Yoongi fight to prevent a smile. “Stop it, hyung! You’ll give it away!”

“It’s okay, Hoseok,” you assure, “it doesn’t really matter if you lose. The penalty is just spending the week in the bunk room. If you think about it, it’s like a sleepover.”

The doms eyes slide back and forth as he considers this. “Okay!” he announces cheerily. “My prompt is the confessional booth! If everyone else says theirs, we can all hang out together!”

You swear you could hear a pin drop. Namjoon looks like he’s feeling sorry for himself again, Jungkook and Jin are both avoiding his entreating gaze, and Yoongi just stares at Hoseok unabashed, smirk deepening as the silence stretches out.

After a minute of dead air, Hoseok frowns. “Fuck you guys. I wanted to sleep on the bunk beds anyway.”

Feeling bad for him, you stand up, collecting the empty bowls around the table and taking them out to the kitchen. “It’s okay, Hobi,” you chime, “if everyone else succeeds for theirs then I can keep you company.”

Hoseok’s eyes go wide, before he turns to Namjoon. “Buddy, you gotta fuck her outside. Let me have this.”

Namjoon pales, staring at the rain outside which continues to bucket down. “We’ll catch a cold.”

“Fine, I’ll just make sure I don’t lose,” Hoseok insists, standing up himself.

You walk back towards the dining room. “What are you gonna do, ma-Hobi!” You squeal as your body is suddenly lifted, swung over a shoulder.

“Woah, hyung, you’re strong!” you hear Jungkook gush as Hoseok carries you without so much as a grunt. “That’s so cool!”

“Hey!” you try to snap, but with your body folded over a bony shoulder and hair dangling on end, you can’t imagine the heat of your comment is felt by anyone. “This is kidnapping!”

“Not really,” Jin calls out in a bright tone, “he’s not taking you off the property.”

You kick your legs in the air in frustration, blood rushing to your head. “Fuck you! You can go fuck Yoongi without me next time!”

“As far as threats go, that’s not strong,” Jin retorts, his voice carrying over the three shocked parties. “Fucking Yoongi would be a pleasure.”

“Thanks, Jin-hyung.”

“No problem.”

You feel your cheeks heat up with the added blood and your eyes ache, so you give up the fight, instead batting your fists against Hoseok’s ass in protest. “Hurry up, John Cena,” you grumble. “Either let me down or take me to the confessional room before I pass out.”

“So demanding,” Hoseok tuts, but before you know it you’re shifting, getting tugged down and up and sideways, vision spinning sickly until you’re resting, bridal style, in Hoseok’s arms.

You pout up at the dark-haired man. “Hobi, I feel seasick now.”

He grins, lips quirking into a heart shape. “Are you that wet already?”

Your head lolls back as you kick your legs weakly in his hold. “Stop it,” you whine. “Being mean.”

“Poor baby,” he jibes, and calls out a cheery goodbye to the others, walking you out to the outside dining area where you’d spent that first night, and following the house around until you arrive at the garden shed that houses the confessional room. Once he lets you down, he checks his phone, wincing at what he sees. “Shit. Producer Shin is getting impatient.”

Even with all the excess blood in your head, you pale at the thought of the friendly middle-aged man that operated the camera in the room. “He’s not waiting there, is he?”

“No,” Hoseok dismisses distractedly, typing out a reply, “I exiled him to Sejin’s caravan out front. He just doesn’t like leaving his post for too long in case others want to film.” After he pockets his phone, he glances up at you, a strange dark flicker in his eyes. “Get inside and sit on the stool. Wait for me.”

Your mouth drops at the sudden change in his tone, his demeanor. “Why should I have to wait?” you protest. “You’re the one that wants me in-”

You jump when a sudden smacking noise rings in your ears, sharp and thin. In front of you, Hoseok has simply clapped his hands together once, but the fright as well as his sudden seriousness has your words dying in your throat.

“I don’t appreciate subs that talk back,” he says slowly, each word enunciated and clear, like he’s reciting an important law. “So go inside, sit on the stool, and wait.”

“Yes, sir.” The honorific is meant to be a final sarcastic sign of defiance, but you find yourself meaning it as you say it. This isn’t Hobi that you can joke and laugh with. This is a glimpse of what he’s like at his job at the dungeon. Of what he’s like when he’s Master.

His back straightens and his face clears in approval, but he doesn’t praise you for it, simply standing in stoic expectation for you to follow his order.

When you get inside, you feel his eyes on your back like two hot pinpricks, but you don’t dare look back, leaving the door open a crack as you sit on the stool.

The room itself is cramped, with just enough room for the stool, the camera, and a seat behind it, empty for the first time since you’ve arrived. You’re used to seeing a producer sitting behind it, open from eight in the morning until midnight; Producer Shin doing the early half and Producer Kang in the evening. Both were friendly, middle-aged men. Shin was divorced and Kang was happily married with two kids in primary school, and after you’d gone through whatever thoughts were on your mind and whatever questions fans had sent in, both men would often switch off the camera and chat with you about whatever topic felt interesting at the time.

Though it wasn’t broadcasted like your interactions with the other guys, you really had found good company in the two of them, as well as Sejin. On the Tuesday after Namjoon had walked out on you, you’d even gone out the front door to the caravan where Sejin resided, joined by Shin as the two ate dinner. While the two of them, Sejin especially, preferred not to know any extra information about the game just to maintain a professional distance, but that didn’t mean they didn’t give you a hot cup of tea and a portion of the Chinese food they’d ordered in and distract you with chatter about a k-drama Sejin was watching.

Used to them, it feels strangely empty in the confessional room with that empty chair, more so now that you’re restless with anticipation, eyes straining to see outside the sliver of door you left open.

He leaves you for a long time. Whether it’s on purpose or not, or whether you’re just feeling the drag as you wait, you don’t know, but it seems like hours of being on full alert before the sudden metallic screech of the door opening gives you a fright, heart racing as he steps inside.

You gape as he casually steps behind you, a hand on the back of your head locking you in place when you try and look back at him. The glimpse you got was enough to see that he’d changed clothes slightly; bright yellow sweater replaced with a black leather jacket open over a see-through black shirt. The sight of him in your mind flashes every time you blink like an afterimage. Beyond the all-black ensemble, the tight ripped jeans and the heavy boots, perhaps the picture that stays behind your eyelids the longest is that of his hands. You didn’t have enough time to see, but he was holding what looked like a small rucksack, like the kind you’d take swimming or to play tennis. Somehow, you imagine what it contains isn’t so innocent.

You swallow as his fingers press on your scalp, splayed out. “Face the front,” he commands, and his voice brooks no protest. Once his hand leaves you, you remain still; hyper aware of the effort it takes to keep your eyes ahead, staring at the wall behind the Producer’s chair. “Arms.”

Pausing, you stare dumbly down at them as they rest on your lap. “What?”

Hoseok lets out a light sigh, like he’s exercising great patience, and taps your elbow. “Behind your back. Both of them.”

You follow his order, a shiver running through you when his hands, calloused but limber, grasp your wrists tightly. He ties you up in silence, the cool caress of silk making your eyes slip shut in bliss. While you definitely have an interest in it, your experience in bondage isn’t particularly vast, and you marvel at how such a simple tie changes you. With every swish of fabric against the delicate skin of your wrists, your nerves all over your body sing out, need pooling between your legs. Your shoulder blades are tucked back, opening out your chest, and even in a thick hoodie and leggings, you feel deliciously exposed. Your forearms are crossed over in the hollow of your back so that the tie binds your wrists together. Instinctively, your fingers wrap around your opposite forearm for support, and knowing that there’s no back to the chair, that you’re now open on all sides, has your heart-rate picking up.

You feel your arms tugged as he tightens the knot with a flourish, before slipping two fingers under.

“Wiggle your fingers,” he instructs, and you obey. “Try to get out.” You pause for a moment, but then pull in opposite directions, attempting to wiggle yourself out, but to no avail. “Good.”

You swallow again, fighting against the dryness of your mouth. “What are you-” Your eyes fly open wide as his hand claps over your mouth, pulling your head back to rest against his chest as he looks down at you. You make a noise of protest, but he shushes you, brows in a straight line of disapproval.

“I ask the questions, princess. You see that chair?” He points ahead, and you try to nod but fail as his hand keeps you still, your breath coming hot through your nose. “That’s where the producer sits and asks you questions. So the only thing I want to hear from you are the answers to my questions, and your safewords if you need them. Understood?”

You try and nod again; this time, he unwraps his fingers from over your mouth and lets you catch your breath. “Yes, sir,” you confirm, voice small.

“Do you remember your colours, princess? Can you tell me?”

You lick your lips where they’ve gone dry. “Green for go, yellow for slow down and red for stop... Sir.”

If he catches the pause where you almost forgot to say his title, he lets it slide. “Good. Let’s begin.”

You’re left dazed when he lets go of you and steps away in one swift motion, stepping to the side. You force yourself to keep your gaze ahead, unsure if the command from earlier is still in effect, but your eyes strain to make out the peripheral of him bending over the rucksack, rifling deep inside it. Your stomach curls at the sounds that emanate; the soft thuds of glass and silicone, the jangle of metal, the rustle of fabric.

Finally, he stretches up again, and you suck in a breath when his hand finds its way to your mouth again, this time wrapping tightly around your jaw and turning your face to look up at him, at the small device he’s wiggling in his fingers.

“Do you know what this is, princess?” Hoseok grins, and your eyes focus in on the small metal object. It’s short, a stubby cylinder. On closer inspection you notice a small remote tucked in his palm. A remote-controlled bullet vibrator. You nod as much as you can in his iron grip, and his eyes twinkle. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me and let me put it in?”

Your heart stops, blood rushing south as your desire skyrockets. “Yes, sir,” you gasp needily, unable to help yourself rocking your hips against the smoothed top of the wooden stool.

Hoseok tuts at your movements. “Good girls stay still,” he chastises, and you freeze, feeling your jaw ache once he lets go.

As it turns out, ‘in’ doesn’t mean inside of you, but rather in your panties. Your fingernails dig into your forearms with the effort to not move, biting down hard on your tongue. He steps in front of you, hands dipping shamelessly to the front of your leggings, fingers tugging at the elastic and releasing, letting it snap onto your front. You hiss in a breath through your nose but don’t speak, remembering his rule. Going back, this time his hand slips under both layers, and you can’t help the whine that comes out when you feel cold metal against the heat of your core, sliding over your clit. Frustratingly, he himself doesn’t touch you, only placing the vibe before removing his hand, patting over your crotch where you can see the obscene bulge, straight down the middle.

You let out a breath, brows furrowing with want, but he simply walks away, leaving you tied up and waiting as he sits behind the camera.

He looks entirely in his element, legs spread and leaning back in the chair, fingers running over the control in his hands. In front of him, slightly to the right so his face isn’t blocked, is the camera. It’s still set up, black lens staring you down from its position on the tripod. You watch with baited breath as he leans over and turns it on with a little electronic beep, Your pussy clenches at the thought of him filming this, not for the show but for himself.

How he’d take it to his room, booting up his laptop and locking his door. He probably sat much like he is now when he jerked off; legs wide to make room for his hands. Watching you moan and writhe, hands trapped behind you and chest pressed out as the metallic whine of the vibrations is just barely audible through his speakers. Would he drag it out, wanting to savour every last minute of the video, stroking himself slowly so as not to cum too soon, or would he be frantic, desperate, panting alone in his room as he tries to orgasm in time with you, spilling all over himse-

An unbidden cry leaps from your throat as you’re taken off-guard by the sudden voltage between your legs. Your thighs snap shut but the pleasure continues, Hoseok watching raptly as your shoulders twist, the instinct to pull your arms forward even as soft silk holds firm. “Hobi,” you whine imploringly.

He ignores you, ramping the vibrations up enough that the noise fills the room; a constant high-pitched whirring that rings in your ears even as you clench your thighs around it. Though you’d enjoyed the odd vibrator yourself, you were sure Hoseok knew full well that there were always a few high settings that were quite simply too much. It overstimulates you before you’ve even orgasmed, so much you can’t take it.

“Hobi!” you cry, curling over yourself as if you can escape it. Belatedly, in your electrified brain, a puzzle piece clicks into place. “Sir! Sir, please, turn it off! It hurts, please!”

You go lax, shuddering when it stops suddenly; the only sound in the confessional room coming from your heavy breathing.

“Oh, princess,” he soothes in a warm voice, “don’t worry. Sir will help you learn. Think of this as training, hm? I want our time together to be enjoyable, but it’s important that you know how to behave. Sir would rather reward you than punish you. That’s fair, don’t you think?”

You straighten up awkwardly, the weight of your arms crossed over your back making it difficult. He’s patient, smiling once you face him upright again. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

His eyes glimmer at that, and your core clenches, all too aware of the powerful motor resting over your clit. You wanted him to be happy with you, not just because you want a reward, but because you know just how unbearable his punishment would be. “Here’s the plan: I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them. If I don’t like your answer, you know what happens. Understood?”

You feel your arms and thighs break out in goosebumps at the thinly veiled threat. “Understood, sir.”

“Then let’s begin. We’ll start with an easy one, hm? How do you address me?”

“Sir.”

“Correct. When should you speak?”

“When spoken to,” you answer automatically, but his head cocks to the side, raising the remote meaningfully. Your mind scrambles. “Wait! And if I have to use the safewords, sir.”

The hand holding the remote lowers again as he nods. “That’s right. I can punish you for forgetting the other rules and move on, but if you ignore that then we can’t play at all, princess.” Hoseok smiles placidly. “Those are the ones we’ve already learnt. Let’s see how good your instincts are.”

You take in a deep breath, eying up the remote warily. This was uncharted territory, so the chance of you making a mistake just went right up. Rather than making any comment, you bite your tongue and wait for him to address you.

“When do you get to cum?” Hoseok asks in an authorial tone.

You pause for a moment, not wanting to blurt out something wrong. “When Sir gives me permission?”

He smiles placidly. “Good. Now; normally with my subs, they come only by my say-so. But I know for you, that isn’t reasonable given you have to play with the others. However there is still something I expect to have control over. Think for a bit; I’ll give you time. What can you not do without my permission?”

You stare at him imploringly but he just waits for your answer. You rack your mind for some clue, running over his words. He only wanted you to cum with his permission, but he was saying sex with the others was fine. So it wasn’t like you couldn’t cum at all without him around... You blink, feeling cold dread settle down your back as you come up blank. “I don’t get it, sir, I’m sorry.”

“That’s disappointing.” Even as you brace yourself, the powerful vibrations shock you to your core, more intense than you remember them. Hoseok’s eyes remain on you as you rock your hips and wiggle your torso, body trying to escape the overwhelming sensations even as you know you can’t. He holds you like that for what feels like an eternity, though it can’t be more than a minute or two. Finally, just as you feel like you’re going to fall apart, he takes mercy, and the vibrations cease, leaving you gasping.

“The answer I was looking for,” Hoseok explains coolly, “is masturbate. You are not allowed to masturbate as long as I am in the show. If you want that release, you’re to come to me, and I’ll decide if you’ve earned it. Is that clear?”

You open your mouth for a disingenuous yes, but he beats you to the bunch.

“And if you break that rule, don't think I won’t notice. I have mercy for mistakes but I don’t take well to direct disobedience.”

You deflate, lips turning down in a frown. It takes you a moment to commit. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” His eyes glint proudly at the power you’ve handed over to him, and you clench your thighs together, not wanting to admit just how much that look affects you. “I have one last question for you. What would you like from me?”

This feels like a question with no right answer, but still you hesitate. Ask for too much and he might chastise you. “A kiss, please, sir,” you try tentatively.

Hoseok’s eyes crinkle slowly as he smiles, standing up. “How romantic, princess.” You turn your chin up in anticipation, toes curling as he sidesteps the camera and moves closer, leather jacket shifting to reveal tantalising slips of skin, covered by the black sheer mesh. Once in front of you, he bends down painfully slowly, close enough that your eyes slip shut, the lightest brush of his lips on yours and-

He chuckles above you as the vibrations reappear with a vengeance, making you jerk violently and curse.

“Sir! Please!” you cry. Each time the vibrations come, they’re more insufferable, like they’re breaking down your defenses one pulse at a time. “Sir, please stop it, it’s too mu-uch!”

Hoseok turns it down, but not off, so that a gentle thrumming keeps you shuddering. He reaches behind you to tug your hair, pulling your head up to face him as he stands above you, tutting. “Why would I give you what you want?” he asks rhetorically. “You didn’t answer all my questions correctly. Maybe next time, hm?”

The vibrations are now the exact opposite of before - too low to bring you close to your high. “Hobi, plea- Sir, please, make me cum! I tried my best!” You round your eyes and pout, trying to plead with him.

Though he tries to hide it, his poker face falters for just a second. Just a twitch of his eye, a softening of his jaw, but you know you have him.

You let your voice soften even more, the sweetest begging. “I’ll be good for you, sir. Please just let me cum.”

Hoseok lets out a sigh, eyes melting. “Just this once, princess,” he allows, “Sir will go easy on you since you’re just learning.” He smiles at the way you moan in relief once the vibrations pick up again, the divine middle ground between too much and not enough. With your senses so heightened, it’s no surprise to feel the coil in your stomach quickly tightening, egged on by the fond way he strokes your hair, brushing it off your face to drink in your reactions. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe, hips rocking as much as you can without compromising your balance. It’s an overwhelming feeling having your arms still tied behind you. The thought that you aren’t in control of your own pleasure. Considering his prior rule, it doesn’t surprise you that he started with a scene where you didn’t even have the choice to cum without permission. Every time the silk tugs at your wrists or the metal vibe slides slightly with your grinding, it just reminds you of how you’re fully at his mercy, and you can’t wait to feel what that’s like once you finally cum. It’s not quite enough though; so wet, the metal slips more than you’d like and it frustrates you when the pressure isn’t enough, or is in the wrong place. You hiccup a sob when he turns the vibrations up just one more level, so close to your edge you could cry. “Ho-hobi, please, I need more.” You sniff at the way his brows tick. “Sir,” you cry desperately, legs widening in invitation.

Hoseok lets out a low grumble as his jaw flexes. “You’re lucky I’m going easy on you,” he announces, before dropping a hand down and cupping it over your center, pressing the vibrator right over your clit. “You better cum now, princess, I’m getting impatient. You wouldn’t want Producer Shin to walk in right now, hm? Poor man just wants to do his job, not deal with whiny little girls like you who just want to cum. Do you know why I’m not fucking you right now, princess? Because I know you couldn’t help yourself from making a mess. I bet you’re sopping wet in those panties of yours.”

With every sentence, Hoseok grinds the heel of his palm over you, jostling the vibrator against your swollen clit and before you know it, you’re cumming, leaning forward and burying your head in his chest as you latch your thighs around his hand, cresting the high.

He holds you there the whole time, vibrator jumping up another level to make you let out a squeal. As your vision begins to clear and your body returns to normal, the vibrations make you jump and whimper against him, arms flexing aggressively as you fail to pull your hands in front of you, no way of stopping the assault of sensation- unless; “Sir! Turn it off, sir, please!”

Hoseok takes mercy on you and the vibrations cease. As you gasp for breath, the sheer fabric of his shirt itching your cheek, you feel his palms slide over your shoulders and down your back, warm even through your hoodie, and reach for the length of silk. You make a low noise of disapproval at the feeling of being untied, not wanting the scene to be over, but he just shushes you gently, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Your shoulders twinge once your hands fall to your sides, and you follow his instructions to roll them out as he massages the muscles. While his fingers aren’t as heavenly as Taehyung’s, it does ease the ache, and you let him sit you up as he fishes the slick metal bullet out from between your legs, smirking at the way you shudder when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit.

“Now, princess,” he announces lowly, “Shin will be coming back soon, so we need to head out. But I still have one last lesson for you. Are you able to keep going? It’s nothing too crazy, I promise.”

You swallow the dryness in your throat that’s come from your heavy breaths and nod, a soft smile gracing your face with the satisfaction of a good orgasm.

Hoseok hums, pleased, and pats your cheeks warmly before holding up the black silk. “One of the most important things in a scene,” he explains, brushing your hair back with his free hand, his knuckles light against the sensitive skin of your neck, “is trust. So we’re going to take a walk back to the house together, princess. Only you’ll be wearing this.”

Your breath hitches as the silk comes over your eyes, cool on your lids and temples as he ties it in a knot at the back, tight enough that it won’t slip but making sure it isn’t catching your hair or digging in. It’s a new kind of vulnerability, having your hands free but your sight prohibited, and you find your head tilting up blindly, seeking him out in the void.

“Oh, Y/n,” you hear him chant in a whisper, “you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

You shiver, hands clutching at him, slippery fabric and sharp teeth of a zip scratching your palms. “Sir,” you say, no words coming to mind but his title as his hands grasp your sides, lifting you off the stool. You stumble a but, hands flying out to steady yourself in the darkness. Your heart races when you realise your hands are empty, and as you wave them around, it’s all open air, feeling deep like a crevasse. “Hobi?”

Hoseok ignores the slip, his voice coming slightly to your right, but at a distance. “Follow my voice, princess. I’ll keep you safe. Come.”

Your mouth hangs open and your feet feel leadened to the floor. As fear begins to roil in your chest, you slide your feet forward, shuffling closer, hands scanning the air in front of you. With no sight, every inch feels like walking up to the edge of a cliff, hands grasping for contact that never comes. Your breath hitches, lungs not expanding fully. “H-hoseok, yellow,” you gasp, eyes tearing at the fear that grips your heart. “I don’t like it.”

“Okay, shh, you’re alright, I’m here,” Hoseok comforts, his voice closer, and you let out a sob of relief when your hands touch the mesh of his shirt, elbows buckling as he pulls you into a tight hug. The restriction on your ribs falls away the moment his chin rests on the crown of your head and his hands rub soothingly at your back. “I’m so sorry, princess,” he murmurs gently, “too far, hm? Are you still okay with the blindfold?”

You sniff and nod, bottom lip trembling so much that you don’t dare speak.

“So not being able to touch me was too much? That’s okay, don’t get upset, we don’t have to do that. Do you think you could walk to the house with me if I hold your hand? Would you like to try that instead?”

As he speaks, he slips a hand into yours, squeezing tightly. You take a steadying breath, feeling those sickly stresses fade away. “I wanna try, Sir,” you decide, voice only wobbling a little.

“Are you sure?” You hum in confirmation, and he rewards you with another soft kiss to your forehead. “Then let’s go, princess. Walk this way with me.”

It’s still scary stepping out blindly, but Hoseok reassures you every few moments, and his hand is like an anchor in the black ocean, keeping you steady. His hands are surprisingly slender, but they just fit into yours all the better, warm and strong and tugging you along slowly.

The first thing you feel once you leave the shed is the spots of rain on your cheeks, air fresh with moisture. Rather than be a negative, however, the lighter downpour soothes you, as well as gives you an incentive to walk faster.

There’s a slight lip where the patio begins, and once Hoseok guides you to step up on it, the rain ceases to hit you, now a soothing patter against the eaves of the house and the roof over the outdoor dining area. The swish of a glass sliding door, and finally you’re led inside, Hoseok warning you about furniture you’re close to so that you don’t trip.

Even as it gets easier with time, you still let out a heavy breath of relief once he slides back a chair at the table and helps you sit, unwinding the knot and baring your eyes to the world once more.

You blink, wincing at the bright lights of the kitchen and dining room, feeling Hoseok’s hands on you, warm voice praising you. Strangely, your mind feels more fuzzy now that it’s over, and you tell Hoseok, rubbing your eyes to try and get your vision to focus on his face.

“Probably subspace,” he answers, taking the chair next to you and holding out his hands, palms up. You frown blearily at him and he just laughs, reaching out for your wrists. You look down and let out a noise of surprise. All your struggling has left harsh red lines circling your wrists, and you hiss as Hoseok gently rubs them, pressing in an almost clinical manner like he’s making sure you haven’t hurt yourself. “Typically the trust exercise alone wouldn’t make someone fall that much, but I suspect cumming first had gotten you halfway there.”

“Okay,” you answer dumbly, making his lips quirk in a smile, letting your wrists down.

“I’m going to get you a drink of water and something sugary and then we’re going to sit down at the couch and watch a movie together, okay?”

“Okay,” you say again, head feeling heavy. Perhaps you’d lie rather than sit on the couch, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You did so well for me today, princess,” he praises. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you slur happily, waiting for him to duck into the kitchen and retrieve the supplies.

And so for the rest of the morning, the two of you curl up together on the couch, gradually joined by the others, until all eight of you are watching Paddington 2, Jungkook furiously playing a game on his phone to hide the fact that he’s tearing up at one of the climaxes.

It’s easy to let time pass like this; long after you feel fully clear and coherent again, you remain safe in Hoseok’s lazy embrace, his head resting against yours and his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Jin and Yoongi bicker about the movie choices as the day goes on, and Taehyung demolishes enough snacks to clear the pantry, but you and Hoseok just relax, enjoying the mutual comfort after your scene.

In fact, you barely notice the afternoon drifting by until Jin stands up and announces you order in some dinner, because it was too late to cook. True to his word, it was almost 8pm, and you didn’t fancy waiting until 10 or later to eat.

It’s not you, or even Jin or Yoongi, but Jimin that notices Namjoon’s change in demeanour. The eight of you are crowded around the coffee table cross-legged (or, like Taehyung, lying on his stomach) in an uncommon silence founded by the delicious food you’re all stuffing into your mouths.

Not all, apparently, as Jimin’s voice breaks the silence. “Namjoon-ah, why aren’t you eating?”

The silence changes, then. No longer the contented hush of eating, but the frozen uncertainty of a social faux pas. You’d only known each other five days and already Jimin was using a very familiar term, one that normally you wouldn’t dare use to someone older than you. Namjoon, however, doesn’t seem offended, but rather sends the younger man a grateful look.

“I’m just not hungry,” he weakly explains, staring mournfully at the steaming dishes in front of him.

“You didn’t eat lunch either,” Jimin points out, making you raise your brows. You’d seen on many occasions that Jimin was an observer - the memory of his hand around your throat still makes you shiver - but to hear it directed at someone else’s wellbeing impressed you.

Namjoon just shrugs. “I wasn’t hungry then.”

Abandoning his own meal and ignoring the gawking stares from the others at the table, Jimin reaches out with his chopsticks, piling food from all of the dishes into Namjoon’s bowl. “You’re going to sit here and eat with us, Namjoon, and then you’re going to tell whoever you feel comfortable telling why you’re upset.”

Namjoon’s face falls, guilty. His fingers fiddle with the hair tucked behind his ears as he watches his portion grow. “I don’t want to be a burden,” he mutters softly.

“You aren’t a burden,” Jimin says firmly, sending him a firm look and sliding a set of chopsticks his way. “Just say thank you and eat.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” Namjoon says in a small voice, grabbing a piece of pork cutlet first, biting into the crunchy crumb.

With a quiet smile, Jimin turns back to his own food, continuing to dig in. As if that’s the signal for the rest of you, the group returns to their bowls, a satisfied silence falling once again.

After a few mouthfuls, Jin sets his cutlery down, wiping his mouth on a stray napkin. “I think all of us are probably facing some challenges in this situation. No matter who gets voted out and when, we’re the only ones we have right now, so let’s be honest with each other and support each other. We shouldn’t expect Namjoon to be vulnerable with us without being able to do the same. So I’ll start; one thing I’ve been worrying about is that I’ll get my own feelings in the way - whether that’s affection or jealously or competitiveness - and not be able to give you all objective advice. I want you all to see me as a person you can talk to and a shoulder to lean on, so I’m worried if I get too in the game I may no longer be able to do that.”

Finished, Jin returns calmly to eating, pulling a long trail of cheese ramen into from the bowl into his waiting mouth. To your surprise, it’s Jungkook that speaks up next; the boy having kept quiet this whole time.

“I’m worried-” he begins, before his nose twitches violently like he’s fighting the urge to tear up. “I’m worried that I’ll miss you guys. If I get voted out or any of you get voted out. Like; once the competition is over we can still hang out at stuff sometimes, and we can still talk, but it won’t be the same.”

You coo as he presses the back of his hand to his nose, blinking hard. Sitting beside him, you leave your own food and wrap your arms around him in a sideways hug, resting your head on his shoulder. He sniffs, but his head tips to the side to lean against yours, and you feel his body relax into the embrace.

“I worry about that too, Jungkookie,” you admit. “Though my biggest fear is that whoever I vote out each time will hate me for it. I know it’s hard not to take things personal. It’s going to be an impossible decision every week, and I don’t think I could handle it if you got angry and didn’t want to speak to me again.”

“That won’t happen,” Taehyung answers certainly. “You’re so cool, Y/n, and getting a bunch of hot people to fuck you every week is the dream, but I would never want to be in your decision. We all know it’ll suck more for you than it does for us.”

You smile as the other guys at the table nod in agreement, letting out a low hum as Jungkook’s shoulder jostles beneath your head, the boy reaching forward to grab his bowl. As he lifts a hunk of white rice to his mouth, you poke him in the ribs, opening your own lips.

Though you can’t see his face, Jungkook scoffs and you can picture the reluctant grin he must sport as he changes angles, lowering it to your mouth instead. You hum happily once the warm rice fills your mouth, but it soon turns into an indignant squeak as Jungkook pulls out a cut of cooked pork with his chopsticks, eating the much better morsel. He chuckles, feeding you the next strip, and the two of you sit contentedly like that, feeding each other as the conversation continues.

It seems like it’s Hoseok’s turn. He has his gaze internal, biting at his lip. “I’m terrified that I’m gonna fuck up and say something wrong or do something wrong and then people at my work will think I’m a bad dom. I swear I’ve read Y/n’s limit sheet a million times but I still messed up today.”

“Hobi,” you sigh, voice soft with empathy, “that wasn’t your fault. And you handled it perfectly. Please don’t feel bad.”

Though you know the others have questions - Jimin especially is staring hard at Hoseok, not angry but burning with curiosity - nobody asks, simply letting things move on. Yoongi pats Hoseok on the back from beside him and looks towards the center of the room.

“My concern is with the editing team,” Yoongi explains. “We don’t really have any way of knowing how much is going to be shown in the episodes on the website, and I don’t want people to watch this and get altered perceptions of things. I’m sure it can’t be avoided, but I do sometimes wonder how much the audience even sees.”

“I bet if one of us takes our clothes off, they’ll air this part,” Jin offers between mouthfuls of meat. “If you ever want to make sure something gets on the show, just remember it’s a porn website. I bet I could get five minutes of me talking about the economic state of Poland on the show if someone was going down on me at the time.”

Namjoon chokes on a sip of his water and you laugh heartily at the satisfied grin on Jin’s face. Always one to lighten the mood, the eldest seemed relieved at the way Namjoon blushes, but still chuckles, looking less anxious.

“Alright, then,” the virgin announces shyly. “I’ll get it off my chest. I’ve wanted to make my move this whole week but I keep chickening out. I’m worried that I’ll get to Sunday and not have done anything.”

You straighten up off of Jungkook. “That’s easy, Namjoonie. I’ll just make a move for you. After dinner, let’s go to your room.”

He chuckles nervously, but the whole room burst into a joyous cheer when he nods at you.

“Namjoonie, you casanova!” Hoseok jokes, but you can see how his eyes glimmer with pride, all the guys genuinely happy for him.

Namjoon senses it too, and some of his nerves seem to dissipate. He laughs, rocking his fist like a small punch of victory, and sends you a grateful smile. “Anyway,” he says once the celebration calms down, “we still have Taehyungie and Jimin to hear from.”

“I’ll go first,” Taehyung insists, jumping up from his spot lying on the floor to sit instead, placing his hands palms-down on the table like he’s divulging state secrets. His eyes narrow, his voice lowers. “My deepest, darkest fear is that either I or Jimin-hyung will get voted out before I get the chance to give him a massage.”

Jimin rolls his eyes as everyone oohs at the confession, but he can’t hide the upwards twitch of his lips. “Go on, then,” he allows, cheeks plumped as they fight to hold back his grin. “I need to be loosened up to admit my feelings anyway.”

Taehyung hoots, springing up and stepping around limbs and bodies until he’s sitting on the couch behind Jimin, legs on either side of the older man’s body. “You’ll have to take off your sweater,” Taehyung announces, fingering the cream-coloured fabric around his shoulders, “it’s too thick.”

Once again Jimin surprises you by actually removing his sweater, delicately slipping the ends of the sleeves over his wrists before lifting it up. He’s not shirtless - underneath the sweater is a thin cotton tank, tucked into his white jeans - but it’s the most skin you’ve seen on him, and you gape at his bare arms, lithe and pale.

The atmosphere in the room has changed very suddenly, everyone’s eyes on the pair as Taehyung rubs his palms together, warming them before laying them over Jimin’s shoulders with an excited grin. Jimin sighs almost inaudibly, lips parting as Taehyung begins to work his magic.

“Tell us then, hyung,” the masseuse requests, “what’s eating Park Jimin?”

Jimin’s lids flutter, the tension returning to his face with a frown. “That none of you would like me. That I’d get voted off just to make things less awkward for the rest of you.”

Taehyung’s hands freeze, his face falling. “We love having you here, hyung,” he insists lowly. “You’re a tough egg to crack, but I bet you’re a softie deep down. We’ll get there.”

“Thank you,” Jimin replies shortly, feeling considerably uncomfortable with the eyes on him for once. “I do hope that wasn’t the end of the massage, Tae, you barely sat down.” His tone is flat, but he lifts his head up to send the younger boy a sidelong grin.

Taehyung winks back at him, gently turning Jimin’s head back to face the front. “Of course, not, that was just the warm-up. You’ll be so relaxed when I’m done, you won’t be able to walk up to your room.”

Jimin lets out a little laugh as Taehyung begins pressing his fingers in more deeply, the flesh rippling beneath his touch. The masseuse, however, glances up to the rest of you, jerking his chin away like he’s asking you all to leave. Privacy, he mouths, and you fight the urge to nod in understanding.

Jimin probably wouldn’t let himself relax like that if all of you were just sitting there staring at him; you can see the way he nibbles lightly on his bottom lip that he feels out of his comfort zone.

Jin takes the first iniative, letting out a satisfied sigh and standing up. “I’m full,” he announces, “who’s gonna come help me do the dishes?”

And like that, you all clear out and leave Taehyung and Jimin behind, Jimin’s shoulders dropping in relief when he thinks nobody can see. Instead of helping clear up, Jin tells you to take Namjoon upstairs, and before you can really comprehend it, the two of you are sitting on the end of his bed in his room, kicking your legs out awkwardly.

“Well,” you say after a moment, Namjoon jumping slightly like he hadn’t expected you to speak, “how would you like to do this, Namjoonie? Lying down, sitting up, standing?”

He swallows, fiddling with the ends of his hair. “I think sitting,” he answers. “Could we, um, do it under the covers?”

“The blowjob?” you ask in surprise, and Namjoon nods, cheeks bright red.

“Nobody’s seen me naked before, and it doesn’t matter if I get disqualified for not showing everything because I’m going to get the penalty anyway for not doing it outside.”

“That’s fine,” you coo, “whatever makes you comfortable. How about I turn away while you get undressed?”

He nods, and you face the wall, listening to the sound of him hastily undressing, like he was worried you’d get impatient and turn around.

“You do realise I’m going to see you naked anyway?” you call out. “I can’t suck your dick with my eyes shut. Well-” Your voice lifts up as you consider it. “I suppose I could.”

Namjoon laughs, and you let yourself smile proudly at the sound. “You can turn around now,” he instructs, and you do, smile widening at the way he sits up in bed, pulling the covers up over his chest cutely.

“Namjoonie,” you sigh, stepping over to perch on the side of the bed, “I don’t want to push you if you aren’t ready. Are you sure about this? I don’t mind waiting.”

He mulls it over for a moment, chin pressing out as he tenses his jaw. “I think I’ll be fine once we get into it, you know? I’m ready.”

“Then let’s get into it,” you announce, fishing out your phone.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Namjoon’s shoulders deflate. “What are you doing?”

You smile softly, selecting a romantic playlist to set the tone a little; a slow, soothing guitar and husky male vocals emanating from your phone. “Setting the mood,” you answer, placing it on his nightstand and turning to him. “You’ve kissed before, yeah?”

Namjoon nods, his eyes widening once you stand up, shimmying out of your clothes. “I- y- mhm. Oh, god.”

“What?” you ask innocently, like you didn’t just get naked in front of him. This whole ‘being filmed 24/7’ thing had done wonders for your body confidence, and so you boldly straddle him, the duvet being the only thing that separates you. “We’ll just start with something you know, then.”

He makes a little muffled squeak of surprise when you press your mouth to his, but it shocks you just how quickly he seems to calm down and kiss you back. Perhaps he was a natural, or he had more experience than he’d let on, but in few short moments he begins to take control of it, deepening it and making your mind hazy with slips of his tongue.

“Wow,” you gasp out between kisses, “how did you learn to - mmph! - kiss like this?”

“Sorry,” he replies, voice already husky with arousal, “I’m excited.”

“Good,” you chime with a light giggle, “are you excited all over?”

“N- Yes,” Namjoon admits, stricken.

“So soon?” you question teasingly.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, pulling away and clenching his eyes shut like it pains him. “You’re really pretty.”

To hide your blush, you slide a hand down his chest and stomach. “Do you want me to touch you now?”

He nods quickly, jerky motions as his hands fist at his sides. “Shit, can you- This duvet was a bad idea, I shouldn’t have-”

“Hey,” you interrupt softly, standing up off him. He makes a low noise of loss and opens his eyes, widening when he’s visually reminded of just how naked you are. “We can take the duvet off, don’t worry. It’s easier this way, too.”

Once he nods his consent, you flip the covers back, revealing his naked body.

Your mouth drops open. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Namjoon frowns, brows knitting together. “That’s not a good reaction,” he says unsurely, hands tucking over his hardness. He’s huge - big enough to rival Seokjin’s - and he’s practically leaking precum like a faucet, his tip looking so red it must be painful.

“Oh, I can assure you it most definitely is,” you gush. “God, I’m so lucky. How did I get this lucky?” you ask yourself in wonder, stradding him again. This time, you sit lower so that you can bend over and take him in your hand, marvelling at the weight of it.

With that simple touch, Namjoon’s head falls back and knocks loudly on the headboard, making him hiss. “Y/n, if you don’t put your mouth on me now, I swear...”

Your eyes widen, mouth in question falling open in shock. “So Namjoon’s a baby dom, hm?”

He lifts his head off the wall, staring at you like he can’t believe the words that came from his own lips. “Sorry, was that rude? I’m going crazy, I want you so bad.”

“Don’t apologise,” you croon, running a single nail lightly up his side, “I like it. I’m going to suck you off now, okay? Tell me what feels good.”

He nods, a small amount of his prior nerves returning, but before they can take over, you dip your head, wrapping your lips around his tip and simply sucking off the precum that pools there.

“Fuck! God, oh my god,” Namjoon all-but shouts, and you can’t help but chuckle around him. “Don’t laugh,” he chastises, a hand winding its way in your hair to pull it back from your face.

You glance up at him, lips still on him, and slowly sink down, letting his hardness fill your mouth all the way to the back. He’s barely halfway in, but when you flick your tongue against one of the veins on his underside, it looks like he’s reached nirvana. You pull up, licking your lips, and use your hand to spread the wetness around his length. “Good?”

“Good, just keep - fuck - keep going.” You grin when his lips press together and he visibly forces himself from saying please, now that you’ve said you liked his dominant streak.

Always one to please, you drop your mouth onto him again, this time building up into a bobbing rhythm, a salty tang hitting your tongue as sweat and precum mingle. As you jerk off what can’t fit in your mouth, Namjoon curses lowly and his hips rise off the bed, pushing himself deeper so that his tip begins to breach your throat. You gag in shock, but he just groans louder at the obscene noise.

Expecting him to do it again, you try and relax your throat, but instead you feel tugging on your scalp as he pulls you up by your hair. He’s still slow enough to be painless, but he seems more comfortable taking some control and it makes you grin when you get pulled up off him, sucking air into your lungs.

“I want to try something,” Namjoon admits with wide, lust-ridden eyes. “I won’t push if you don’t want to.” He swallows, fingers tightening in your hair. “Can I fuck your face?”

Your mouth drops open even more, but your grin only broadens. “Fuck, yes,” you enthuse. “Is like this okay, or do you wanna change positions?”

“Like this,” he says, and his other arm moves down so that he can hold your head with both hands, fingers brushing back the hair that’s fallen in your face. “Just hit me if it’s too much?”

Your heart warms at the thought of him worrying about your safety, and you nod, taking the initiative to lean down, opening your mouth to rest his tip on your tongue, glancing up at him.

“Okay,” he breathes, and begins.

Rather than fucking up into you, he first starts by guiding you up and down on his cock with his grip on your head, each time a little lower, a little deeper down the back of your throat like he’s readying you. After only a few pulls up and down, his head tips back again, smacking noisily against the headboard as he speeds up, eyes shutting in pleasure.

It’s only once his eyes have closed that his hips begin to thrust up too. Like he’s letting himself get lost in the pleasure and just feel. You get lost in it, too. It’s easy to go passive like a doll, just focusing on the way he fills your throat. The way he hisses when you gag, and moans when you swirl your tongue in time with his thrusts.

Your eyes tear up with the intensity of it, breathing through your nose and trying not to cough on him, but you’re in heaven, a hand slipping down between your legs to give yourself some much-needed friction.

It’s once you start touching yourself that everything suddenly happens much faster. The rush of pleasure makes you moan around him, which makes him open his eyes blearily to look down at you, slowling his thrusts when he sees your hand between your legs. Once he realises what you’re doing, he curses again, and his hips pick up their speed, surpassing it until you’re gagging on every thrust, your jaw aching and tears streaming, but still you rock against your hand and moan onto him, caught in the pleasure of feeling, watching, and hearing him fall apart as you fall apart yourself.

As you grow close, a hair’s breadth away from orgasm, you reach your free hand between his legs and cup his balls, softly rolling them in your grasp.

Namjoon shouts as he reaches his orgasm, and suddenly he’s pressing you still against him, cumming down your throat with a stream of intense groans, thighs shaking.

You can’t catch your breath; his cock triggering your gag reflex but staying deep inside you, and it’s that desperation, that lack of control that brings you over the edge yourself, soaking your hand and the sheets below it with the force of your orgasm. He lifts you up as you’re riding your high, spent himself, but the sudden rush of oxygen to your lungs only heightens your pleasure, and you collapse, face pressed against his stomach as you cum and suck in air and cum some more.

Your own legs are shaking by the time you finish, core throbbing with aftershocks, and it takes all of your energy to push yourself up beside him so that you can lie against his bare chest again.

The room is filled with nothing but panting for a few moments, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest as his arm wraps around you, holding you tight.

Namjoon is the first to speak, his voice low even in the silence of his bedroom. “Will you stay?”

You swallow back the hoarseness in your throat, using your foot to hook the duvet back up and over your lower halves, snuggling closer to him. “I’ll stay.”

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namjoonchronicles · 7 years ago

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Wonho as the busy boyfie au. (ft. I.M. and Kihyun)

Song: Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran

#boyfie au #wonho boyfie au #texting wonho #monsta x #shin hoseok #wonho #monsta x studio #subbed #mx #mw wonho #mx boyfie au

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euphoricsunflowers · 4 years ago

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cruel — lee hoseok/wonho

request: Hello~! It’s my first time requesting hdhssn um, so- how about wonho and mirror sex 👀👀👀 bet he’d look super pretty and hot with the condensation on the mirror 👄🤌🏼

a/n: dog i really took this prompt and added like ten other things hope you don’t mind but these are like all my kinks good lord (also unrelated gif i just think he looks hot in that gif)

word count: 1.1k

content: sub!wonho, dom!fem!reader, pegging, mirror sex, bimbofication, it’s soft for like a hot second and then boom, edging, 😬👍

summary: trying out something new was always exhilarating, but your sweet, cruel words made him so. so weak.

“you sure you’re okay with all this, bunny?” you murmur, comfortingly stroking his hair, and while his heart is pounding, he’s sure he is. he nods, but you still make sure to say, “alright, but tell me if you’re uncomfortable. you have your safeword, and i’ll listen for it, okay?”

“i’ll be fine, don’t worry too much,” he assures, and you take a breath, before nodding.

the air is hesitant when you kiss him, but it’s also soft. light. he feels your fingertips faintly on his jaw and cheek, and every time you pull back to tease him his lips chase after yours, always wanting to pull you back to him. it’s too bad he doesn’t make the rules here.

you smile into the kiss, feeling him become more desperate and unravel second by second. you pull him gently, walking him to the full-size mirror in his room, the one he took all his mirror selfies in. he’s not sure he could ever take another without remembering all the things you do to him.

“aren’t you pretty?” you muse softly, kissing his shoulder from behind, “now, hands on the mirror.” you order, and he complies immediately, loving the coos and “good boy”s from you when he’s good. it’s arguably the best part.

you coat your fingers with lube, smirking as the only thing that you can hear right now is him, his pounding heartbeat, and his shaky breathing. you press your index finger in slowly, “easy there, angel, relax. i got you.”

you start slowly, getting him used to the feeling even though he’s felt it plenty of times before. only this time, you had asked him to watch himself in the mirror, and so he had tried to keep his eyes on himself, but he can’t help wanting to see and please you, see that satisfied expression on your face. that was what he lived for, “i always think you’re so pretty when my cock first sinks into you, so make sure to watch.”

and, after applying some more lube to the strap, you push in, slowly letting him adjust. he whines, and it makes you chuckle, “teary-eyed already, baby? look at how pretty you are.” and he does look. his hands are putting most of his weight on the poor mirror it just might break.

but he looks and he sees the sweat on his forehead and he sees the way your hands grip his hips, sees the way his mouth hangs open and the way his pretty lips turn red when he bites them. he sees the hickeys and he didn’t even realize you left so many earlier, all littering his chest and torso. he sees his messed up hair and his tears and your hand around his neck, seeing the degrading way your fingers rest in his mouth, effectively gagging him. your other hand lazily jerks him off as you fuck him, and he gets riled up so easily that you’re sure he’s gonna be close soon.

“my pretty, pretty slut, all mine,” you murmur in his ear, making him shiver. it’s insane how he’s so strong and all and yet his one weakness is your voice whispering cruel words in his ear, “it’s alright, dear, don’t think too much; it’s not good for you. just take mommy’s cock like a good boy. just be a good, dumb bitch for mommy,” your fingers leave his mouth to grab hold of his waist. the saliva runs down his chin and it’s embarrassing, but so incredibly hot. he moans loudly as you push in and out, “not many more thoughts in that pretty head than how good it feels, huh?”

“ahh, f-feels good,” he echos, nothing more he can say in the state he’s in.

“my perfect bimbo, so thoughtless, you head must be so empty, only thinking of pleasure,” you coo, and the first tear escapes until he’s full on sobbing, the stimulation, including your words, being far too much. he babbles nonsensically, crying out as he gets closer and closer to his high, “is my bimbo so dumb he doesn’t even know how to ask for permission to cum?”

“s-sorry, ma’am, can— oh fuck— can i c-cum?” he barely stutters out, and it would be cruel to deny him.

but you know what? you are cruel.

“no, you’re gonna wait. you don’t get to decide when you cum, stupid bimbo,” and as your movements slow enough to prevent him from cumming, he whines, “poor thing. i’m sorry, i know all you can think about is cumming, because frankly, you’re not smart enough to think of much else, but you have to be good.”

he groans, his reaction more physically. you keep going, slowly starting to speed up again. you bite his neck from behind, causing him to cry out once more, and you’re sure you see or feel his legs tremble. for someone so strong, he feels so weak and soft in your hold. all that intensity comes crashing down at your touch.

“hmm, do you wanna cum now?” you muse, and he desperately nods, moaning out the loudest he’s been, “but aren’t you just a fucktoy? you just love being used and ruined, made all mine, i don’t even think you need to cum.”

“n-no, please—” he mumbles, but it’s too soft, so you make him speak up.

“if you want me to know what you want, you gotta speak clearly, dummy.”

the words die in his throat, though, as his vision blurs and he’s so close he’s seeing stars. his grip on the mirror weakens and your grip is the only thing keeping him up. the tears in his eyes only continue to run down his pretty cheeks, and as he looks at himself— and as you look at him— it’s so easy to tell that he’s already wrecked, so physically and mentally under your control that it hurts, that every cruel word just feels like butterflies in his stomach, “you can cum now, hoseok,” you murmur to him, kissing his ear softly.

the white cum paints the mirror as you continue to pound into him and jerk him off until he starts to shy away from your touch. you can save overstimulating him for another time. he drops to his knees in front of the mirror, so physically spent that he can’t even stand, breathing heavily as the pleasure still spreads throughout his body.

what a pretty sight to see.

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taglist: @lovingonrepeat @neosincity @sub-hoshi-enthusiast @feelslikelove @maknaeronix @multidreams-and-desires @mellowriting @baa-nana @foenixs @sunflowerkeen @vanillaknj @nct99

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bbyboykats · 7 years ago

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I was gunna make lunch and watch episode 5 of Monsta X Ray 2 but there’s no English subs???? WHY???? They’re usually on there right when they upload

#i need the subs i already be lost with them sometimes #IMAGINE ME WITHOUT THEM #i only understand like 5 korean words send hlp #Monsta X #Monsta X Ray #monsta x ray season 2 #Shownu #Wonho #Lee Minhyuk #Yoo Kihyun #Lee Jooheon #I.M #Son Hyunwoo #Shin Hoseok #Im Changkyun #Lim Changkyun

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los3r-kpop · 6 years ago

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Well fuck I’m going to bed💤

Monsta X + Psychotic Quotes

Shownu: I put the 'man' in 'maniac'

Wonho: I put the 'hot' in 'psychotic'

Minhyuk: I put the 'fun' in 'funeral'

Kihyun: I put the 'laughter' in 'slaughter'

Hyungwon: I put the 'sass' in 'assassin'

Jooheon: I put the 'ay' in 'slay'

I.M: I put the 'oo' in 'blood'

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angelguk · 6 years ago

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» in your arms tonight - jeongguk scenario

Jeon Jeongguk - BTS

words - 5.2k

genre - college!au, smut, established relationship, domestic!au, drabble

warnings - oral sex (fem and male receiving) / fingering / riding / nipple play / edging + orgasm denial / unprotected sex / switch!jeongguk / dom!reader / gukkie finds out he has a new kink ( or fetish man idk) / this is mostly soft so don’t expect some hardcore bdsm / this was meant to be a drabble but clearly i have no idea what that word means (5k words im really,,,,,,)

soundtracks - beabadoobee, soren & dance with me (please listen to them, these songs sound like what falling in love feels like)

He heard the rush of water from the tap in the bathroom come to a halt, followed by the patter of your bare feet against the tiles as you searched for a towel to wipe your mouth with. Your movements were in time with the gentle patter of rain rushing from the skies above. The sound did something to his heart, a wave of contentment floating through his body as he wiggled in the bed sheets. He almost wanted to get up and join you but the ache in his legs from yesterday’s workout kept him cemented to the soft comforter beneath him. And the pillows smelt like you too – at least like your shampoo. It was peach or something and he couldn’t help but bury his nose into the fabric, eyes fluttering close.

The towel hit his head with a resounding thud.

“Yah! Are you not going to get up and brush your teeth?” You didn’t sound annoyed so Jeongguk didn’t retaliate, still enamoured by the way his bed smelled like you. But he did toss the towel into some corner of his room - he’d find it tomorrow morning.

“Later,” He whined instead, cracking open his eyes to find you standing at the door of his bathroom, one of his white t-shirts bellowing around your minute frame and a miffed frown on your face. It hid the shorts you had underneath but from where he was situated it looked like you were wearing nothing but his shirt. He didn’t expect the jump in his heart when that small realization hit him. “Come here.”

“Do I look like a dog to you?” You retorted, shutting the bathroom door as you moved forward, a small smile on your face. “Ordering me around with your stinky breath. Heathen.”

“Shut up, you know you like it.” He rolled back, pulling down the sheets he’d cocooned around himself so you climb in beside him. You rolled your eyes in response, tossing aside the pizza boxes Jeongguk had dumped on your side of the bed and clambering onto the mattress. The small act had his shirt raising up your bare thighs and oh – oh.

“You removed the shorts?” He asked, acutely aware of how his voice sounded constricted in his throat.

You hummed in response, collapsing beside his figure, the fabric of his shirt bunching around your waist as you did so, fulling exposing the little black underwear you had on. In a second, the sight that had Jeongguk’s heart thrumming against his chest and his blood flowing to places he was too tired to deal with, was gone – covered by the sheets he suddenly abhorred.

“Fuck.”

You tutted, shifting upright so you could grab the laptop perched precariously on his bedside table. “Nope, don’t you dare. You said you’re too exhausted for sex tonight.”

“I am!” He replied, writhing a little bit so the semi he was sporting could disappear. “You’re just doing that a purpose!”

“I did absolutely nothing.” But he didn’t miss the glimmer in your eyes when your said that, or the way the corners of your lips titled upwards in the smallest smirk.

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do,” You easily replied, fingers swiftly taping away at the keyboard. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Why not.” Hopefully that would distract him from the burning desire to fuck you into the mattress. As much as he wanted to, his thighs couldn’t take it – Hoseok had gone too rough on him at the gym yesterday and coupled with his training for baseball Jeongguk’s legs felt like absolute mush.

“We’re not watching a good one because I’m sick and tired of your commentary.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t have an artistic eye for cinematography,” He sharply retorted, delivering a poke to your waist. “Whiny baby.”

You snorted. “Me? The whiny baby in this relationship? Please go take a look in the mirror.” Jeongguk kicked you shin. “Aw! Fuck off! And it’s not just the cinematography you take a dig at everything – the character development, the plot line, the dialogue – do I need to go on?”

“You don’t get to say anything – you enjoyed Twilight.”

“Yeah when I was fourteen!”

“I saw you watching it last weekend when you were supposed to be studying.”

“Edward is a hot vampire. Like anyone can agree that Robert Pattinson looked good despite that terrible makeup.”

He huffed, raising a hand to ruffle through the soft chestnut strands sticking to his forehead. You reached out your own, fingers slipping through his own as your nails dragged across his scalp. He sighed into it, back arching slightly as you drew patterns on his skull, the feeling of your nails scraping against his skin send shock waves of pleasure through his system. “I don’t care if he was hot, the special effects for that movie were disgusting.” He let out a soft gasp that had your rubbing your thighs together, his eyes closed in pure bliss. “I thought you were Team Jacob.” His voice was husky, telling sign that you’d set him off once more.

“I’m Team I Would Like To Be Fucked Tonight.” You stated, blatantly ignoring the stink eye he shot your way. “But clearly that’s not on our agenda. Have you ever seen Vampires Suck?”

“Obviously not – it sounds horrendous.”

The laugh you let out made something twist in Jeongguk’s gut, a rush of disappointment radiating through him when you retracted your hand. It was bizarre to him, how much he craved your touch. Even the smallest of encounters left him breathless. For fuck’s sake you were just giving him a half-assed head massage and he was riled up again.

“Oh you’re going to hate it,” You replied, oblivious to the wanting look Jeongguk had on your face. The blue screen illuminated your features, eyes bright and sparkling with mischief as you searched up the terrible film. He couldn’t help but smile, a crushing urge to kiss your nose rising in his chest. Sometimes you were so cute and it made him feel like his heart was bursting.

“It’s so stupid but kind of funny at the same time? It’s like a badly made version of Twilight,” You continued, pulling it up on the screen.

“A badly made version of Twilight? Babe, Twilight was terrible, how much worse can it get?”

You beamed. “So much worse.”

“God the things I do for you,” He groaned, shoving his face into the pillows. To be honest Jeongguk didn’t care about what you were watching tonight. His body already felt heavy with sleep and he was most likely going to knock out as soon as the opening credits rolled in.

“Scoot stinky boy,” You commanded, sliding back down into the comforters with the movie loading on the screen. You grabbed a pillow, propping it underneath the device as you scuttled into Jeongguk’s space, your legs landing right above his.

He sniffled, pushing up the pillows with his head so he could get a better view of the screen, “I’m not stinky, you smell,” He countered, wiggling his legs until yours were intertwined with his and your bare thigh was pressed against his own.

Sometimes Jeongguk regretted wearing nothing but boxers to bed. Yeah it was more comfortable but fuck if it wasn’t annoying to have you so close and not have the energy to fuck you the way he wanted to.

“Phew what was that? Smells terrible in here, close your mouth.” Jeongguk wanted to kiss the smile off your face.

“Shut up the movie is starting,” He instead chose to say, trying to distract his mind from how warm you felt against him, how his skin literally tingled with every gentle graze of your skin against his own, and how his dick was starting to become hard again for the third time that night.

It took five minutes of the opening scene for Jeongguk to realise that this was going to be the worst thing he’d ever see with his own two eyes and for his persistent boner to deflate like a popped balloon.

“What the ever living fuck was that?”

You giggled, leaning over to place a finger on top of his pink lips, the action causing Jeongguk to subconsciously pout.

“Shh, Bella is saving Edward.”

“They covered his dick with a disco ball! Why is he stripping in Italy? Why are there fan girls smashing each other with garden tools? What’s with the girls in bikini’s dancing in a jello fountain? Y/N what is this?”

“A masterpiece,” You murmured, pressing a kiss on his check – one that had Jeongguk leaning in for another, preferably on his mouth but you pulled away, flicking him gently against his forehead. “Now shut it and watch the movie.”

“Fine,” He retorted but his mouth was open a second later, eyes already observing a fault in the way the movie was shot.

And that’s the way the rest of your Saturday night ensued, Jeongguk throwing comments that whole movie was a pile of shit while you defended it (and occasionally critiqued because god this movie was horrible). Somewhere along Jeongguk had found a way to envelop you in his arms, pulling you right against his bare chest. He’d slug one of his legs over yours, fully dwarfing you in his hold as he pressed his warm mouth against your neck. His fingertips followed next, idly drawing lazy patterns against your skin while his eyes stayed sharp on the scene. But the movie got boring for him quick, the jokes were sub-par and the style it was shot it physically hurt his soul.

It didn’t take long for his mind to digress, nerves picking up the warmth you were emanating in his arms. Or the way his shirt had ridden up your thigh once again and the only barrier between you and him was the fabric of your panties which was pressed right against his own thigh. And his boxers but that wasn’t on the forefront of his mind. He could slide his thigh in between your legs if he wanted too, he couldn’t help but think about that, dragging a finger against your neck.

The shiver that jerked through your body jostled your backwards, further into his arms until the familiar curve of your ass was pressed right against his crotch.

He forgot the movie was playing in an instant.

You felt his hands suddenly drop to your waist, grabbing at the fabric that had bunched up there, his grip firm as he ground into the curve of your ass. It didn’t take long for you to start dripping, the need for his touch already buzzing beneath your skin just from being near him. But you weren’t going to give in that easily, despite how good his felt against your ass or the little sighs he made as he grew harder by the second.

“Nope, no,” You yanked yourself free, immediately yearning for the feeling of him against you.

“Babe~” There was a nip at your neck, one that nearly had you melting right back into him.

“No – no. You said you were exhausted. Sleep.”

“I retract that statement. Please, fuck, I need you.”

“I can’t hear you over this funny joke,” You taunted, making a point to laugh loudly.

“That was terrible joke and you know it,” He replied, yanking your back into his chest. You whined, raising your fists against his broad chest. Your hands hit taunt muscle as Jeongguk crawled on top of you, pulling underneath his hulking figure.

“No – Jeongguk,” You wheezed out, a laugh stuck in your throat. “The laptop, you’re going to drop it-”

He grabbed it before it could descend to the floor and shatter. In an instance it was slammed shut, abruptly cutting off Bella’s scream, and Jeongguk tossed it back onto the stool it was previously perched on. When he returned his attention to you, you couldn’t help but squirm, a rush of wetness slipping from your pussy at the sight of his dark blown out eyes.

“I was watching the movie,” You said indignantly.

“We can finish it later,” He breezily replied, “Want you now.” The peck on your nose took your off guard but when he pulled away, eyes glimmering with something you couldn’t use words to describe, you couldn’t help but grin.

“I don’t think you know what you do to me,” Jeongguk continued, a hand on your hip tugging you closer underneath him. You swung your legs over his waist, giving him the room to lean down and nudge his cock right against your wet clothed pussy. The sigh he gave at the contact made your stomach flutter with need. “Fuck, babe, you have no idea what you do to me. You’re always so fucking cute even when you’re talking shit.” A press of his lips against your forehead as his hips rolled into yours. You groaned at the movement, revelling in the weight of your boyfriend over you. “You talk back all the damn time and it just makes me so hard. Even when you know you’re wrong – and you’re always wrong.” Another roll of his hips, this time rougher, one that had your cunt dripping. You nearly smacked the side of his head for the backhanded compliment but the next thing that slipped from Jeongguk’s mouth had you halting. “I love that – I love you.”

“Fuck,” You whispered, hands finding themselves entangled in his hair. “Fuck, I love you too.”

He stuttered to a pause, cock still pressed against you, staring at you with wide eyes. “You – you don’t have to say it back, if you don’t mean it.”

“No, I want to. Wanted to for a while now and I mean it. Jeongguk I love you.”

The bewildering laugh he let out echoed in your chest, the smile on his face so wide you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks and grin back. “I love you too Y/N.”

Then his lips were on yours and you could only melt into it. His tongue slipped beside yours, coaxing soft broken moans from your lips that had him bucking harder against you. Jeongguk tasted like the pepperoni pizza you’d gotten for dinner and coupled with the mint flavoured toothpaste you used the combination was not the best but it didn’t even matter because the boy above you loved you. You’d know for a while that this relationship was something else because Jeongguk made you feel things you didn’t even know you were capable of sometimes. Things were always so comfortable with him, even if they weren’t always easy. Being with Jeongguk felt right.

And he felt the same, even if he could only communicate it with nips to your lower lip and the tight hold on your hips as he rocked you into the mattress. Jeongguk felt like he was ablaze, from the tips of his toes to the heart slamming against his chest. He never expected you to say it back, at least right away. He didn’t even expect it to come out, it just happened. And the fact that you feel the same has him on the fucking moon and incredibly hard. He could only kiss you harder, map out your mouth with his own because he wanted to imprint the feeling of you whining into him in his memory for the rest of his life.

“Jeongguk,” You pulled away, exposing your neck when Jeongguk immediately latched on to. He was never going to stop kissing you. Never.

“Yeah,” He groaned into your skin.

“Need you to do something else with your mouth.”

“Whatever you want baby.”

He took the hint, sliding down until his breath was hot against your blazing cunt, His arms had pulled up the shirt and you reached down to yank it over your head when Jeongguk stopped you.

“K–keep it on please.”

“Why? You don’t want to see my tits?”

“Fuck,” He sighed, fingers digging into your naked thighs. “No I do, I love your tits… It’s just – I can’t explain, could you keep it on though?”

You raised an eyebrow but dropped your arms, complying with his request. You didn’t miss the little exhale he let out. And then his eyes were trained on your pussy once more.

The first lick made you jolt, even though it was through your underwear you could feel the familiar knot of tightening in your gut. It didn’t help that Jeongguk looked so pretty between your legs, how his wide eyes would flicker to yours for reaffirmation that he was pulling you apart.

“Take them off,” You whispered, after Jeongguk had delivered a kiss to your cunt. He did so with protest, eyes darkening when they landed on the slick covering your inner thighs.

“Look at you princess, you made such a fucking mess. Should I clean it up for you?” He hummed, brushing his nose against your inner right thigh.

“Yes, please fuck-”

He didn’t bother to open you up like he usually would. Jeongguk would take his time eating your own, sliding his tongue down your cunt, tongue dipping below to play with your entrance until he dragged it back up and teased his way to your clit. Tonight Jeongguk immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and flicking in sharp swift motions at had your toes curling in pure bliss and your hands fisting the sheets.

He abruptly pulled away, leaving you heaving as you glanced down. He grinned at your confused expression, lips coated in your slick and a rose flush on his face, and then reached out to direct one of your hands onto his head.

“Pull at my hair,” He murmured.

Oh – oh that you could do, and were about to state it when he resumed his assault on your clit, effectively making your brain melt from the pressure of his tongue on your cunt.

“Holy fucking – Jeongguk!” Your hips moved on their own accord, bucking into his mouth in search of something that would help you topple over and come because you really needed too. It didn’t help that Jeongguk had a low vibration going on his throat, the humming resounding into your cunt with every wet lick and press of his tongue on you. You couldn’t help but claw at his scalp, yanking helplessly at the strands there.

“Please, fuck! Let me come, please let me come.” He didn’t reply, choosing to instead slip two of his fingers between your thighs, circling your entrance with them as he gazed intently at you. The stretch you felt as he pushed them into you had you throwing your head back, legs spreading further apart so he could get deeper. It took a moment or two for him to establish a rhythm that kept in time with the ministrations of his tongue but it didn’t take long for you to come undone underneath them.

The need to orgasm was becoming unbearable. The small tremors in your thighs that you moaning into the heated atmosphere made Jeongguk grin, the flicks against your cunt speeding up. And then he crocked his fingers upwards, the pads of his fingertips slamming right into something that had you screaming his name.

It happened faster than you expected, one second Jeongguk had you unravelling with the sharp jabs into your sopping cunt and the next one you were clenching down on his fingers, thighs shaking with every tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through you. The only thing you knew was him name and he couldn’t help but bask in it. You looked gorgeous like this – mouth thrown open and your eyes on the brink of shutting. It made him so unbelievable hard that it was starting to hurt.

“Fuck,” You exhaled, blinking at the ceiling as Jeongguk pulled his fingers away, immediately cleaning them with his own mouth. The movement garnered your attention and you were left mesmerized as he licked you slick away before giving you a bright smile.

He rose upward, taking his place above you, heart leaping at the sight of your small figure still lost in his shirt but this time with a glow on your face.

“If you want we can do that agai-”

The taste of you on his mouth didn’t deter you. In fact you pulled him closer, your fingers grazing his abdomen, taut muscles involuntarily fluttering at the contact. Jeongguk was built magnificently – you could not deny his hours in the gym really paid off. And it made you want to climb him like a tree.

When Jeongguk detached himself from your lips, he huffed a small laugh landing another peck on your nose. “Your nose is so cute. Have I ever told you that? I love your nose.”

“My nose is ginormous you idiot. Stop trying to change the conversation.” You hand had wandered further down, dipping into the black fabric that strained against the curve of his cock. You didn’t know whether to start with him in your mouth or to sit on his dick immediately.

“Baby,” His mouth was in your neck, “I wasn’t joking when I said I couldn’t fuck you tonight. I don’t think I can handle being on top.”

“Then you don’t have to,” You retorted simply, causing Jeongguk to pull back so he could look you in the eyes. “Do you want me to sit on you first or would you prefer it I sucked you off instead.”

He was visibly stunned, a bewildering look glazing over his eyes. “I-”

You palmed at his cock, relishing in the way he arched into your touch, his eyes falling shut as a choked “Shit” slipped from his lips.

“Pick one baby.”

“Wanna fuck your mouth.”

You grinned, gently pushing him off so you could roll on top. He was now beneath you back against the mattress as his eyes eagerly followed your moments. You kissed the crock of his neck, hands dragging down to roll his nipples in your fingertips. He reacted the way you expected him too, with a soft groan and a curse that went straight to your core.

“Look at my baby, such a good boy,” You whispered against his ear with another flick to his nipples. “You’ve treated me so well tonight and I promise to do the same but I need you to do something for me. Only come when I say you can. Is that okay?”

He nodded so hard his head jolted the pillows apart. That was more than okay for him. You rarely ever took the dominant role in the bedroom but when you did he found it incredibly hot. He wouldn’t come until you let him, even he was aching to right at this very moment.

The only reason why you wanted to withhold his release was because you wanted Jeongguk to feel so good could he couldn’t help but come, you needed to see him like that tonight.

You pressed a satisfied kiss against his mouth, no tongue this time, and then found your way down to his boxers, kneeling forward before the hardness there. This stupid thing should have disappeared ages ago.

Jeongguk tossed them off at your command, leaving his cock exposed to the warm air, curving against his stomach, the tip red and dripping with precum. Your lips wrapped around it with a soft kiss, the welcoming wetness of your mouth leaving Jeongguk groaning as you sunk down on his cock. Where your mouth couldn’t reach your hands occupied.

Your wrists snapped up and down, twisting around his length in quick motions that you knew he liked. You tried to keep up with the pace you’d created with your hands but Jeongguk was thick enough that it was difficult to swallow his cock easily. Especially from this angle. But you pushed through the ache that was burning your jaw and kept the tight hold of your mouth around his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as your hollowed your cheeks.

“Fuck baby, fuck! Like that, yes, fuck I’m gonna – shit I’m gonna come-” He remembered what you’d requested but your mouth was so warm and so wet he couldn’t help but want to come down your throat, not when he could hear the way you were gagging around him. So when you pulled off with a disapproving look he didn’t feel sorry at all.

“Jeongguk,” You slapped his thigh. “You’re terrible at being a sub.”

“Sorry,” He replied, mouth twisted in a languid grin. “I haven’t jacked off in a couple of days and you’re mouth was – yeah your mouth was really nice.”

You sighed, bunching up his shirt at your waist. That revealed the new coat of slick coating your cunt that had the smile tumbling right off Jeongguk’s face. “Do you really need to come right now?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah I do.”

“Where do you want to come? In my mouth or in my pussy?”

Jeongguk’s brain went haywire.

“We’re – we’re not using a condom?” He choked out, painfully aware of how his dick twitched at the prospect of being buried inside you with no barrier.

You shock your head. “No, I want you like that.”

“You sure?” His tone was incredulous.

Another nod.

“Baby, I love you but, like, I’m not ready to be a dad.”

You hit his arm with a laugh bubbling from your mouth. “Idiot my period starts really soon.”

“Really?”

“Yes – please just pick a place to come.”

“Your pussy obviously, shit, come here,” He was reaching out for your hips, dragging your over his crotch. You hovered above him, cunt aching to have something inside it.

“Want me to keep the shirt on?”

“Yeah,” He replied dreamily, eyes enamoured with the way your pussy looked covered in wetness that he was responsible for.

“Jeongguk,” You continued innocently, a sharp look in your eyes.

“Yes baby,” His fingers were digging into your hips, gently pulling you closer to his cock.

“Do you have a kink for me wearing your clothes?” This halted everything.

He didn’t look you in eye as he mumbled out a hasty rambling sentence, “Maybe I do.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“Yeah, is that a bad thing?” He looked so innocent like this, gazing at you with the widest eyes that were brimming with apprehension. He looked like fucking deer caught in headlights who didn’t know whether to run forward or wait for the incoming disaster. You chose not to reply, instead wrapping your hand around his length and lining it up with your entrance. His own fingers were still digging into your hips, tensed as he awaited your answer.

“Jeongguk,” You said, using his cock to toy at your entrance. He groaned despite his uneasiness, the veins in his neck twitching. “Anything you find hot, I find hot. Just know that you’ve just given me free range to steal all your shirts now.”

The snarky reply on his tongue transformed into a groan of pleasure as you sunk down on him, your wet pussy sucking in every inch of his cock. You welcomed the stretch, pushing yourself down as your walls fluttered around his dick. Eventually he was burrowed inside you, your entrance flat against his crotch and the fabric of his shirt brushing against his abdomen.

Every time you had sex Jeongguk always found himself losing it at the feeling of your walls contracting and stretching around him. It felt like absolute heaven because you were always so wet and warm and welcoming for his dick. He’d never felt so connected to a person during sex, but with you even when it was a rough quickie before class, Jeongguk felt alive. Like this was where was meant to be – between your legs giving you everything he ever had.

You sighed, eyes wavering shut, and hips shifting slightly as you adjusted to the familiar stretch of his dick inside you. Jeongguk swore, his hips painfully still as he waited for you to start. His hands were grazing your thighs as he did so, hands trailing to your back so he could give you ass a tight squeeze.

For some reason, one Jeongguk couldn’t wrap his mind around, you in his clothes looking like this made his gut seize up with desire he’d never felt before. You just looked so beautiful like this, mouth open and pussy wet because of him and only him. And the fact that you were wearing his clothes – it was like a signal in his mind that this is for him. That you were for him.

“Baby, remember you can’t come until I say so.” Your smile was lazy as your forced open your eyes, hand on his stomach. You leaned forward and then you started moving. The grip on your hip tightened as you bounced on his dick, your pace quickening with every slap of his skin against yours. It took Jeongguk a second to process the pleasure exuding from his core, he couldn’t even speak, only watch in awe at the way your breast bounced gently beneath the fabric of his white shirt. Or the way your slick leaking all over his dick, making a mess that he wanted to touch.

You jolted up with the pad of his finger hit your clit, immediately moaning when he established a rhythm that had you jerking up and tightening around his dick.

“Jeongguk!” He’d raised his knees so you could lean back, the grip on your waist know purposeful as he fucked up into you with harsh precise thrusts.

“Say my name,” He groaned as you squeezed his cock, using one hand to guide your bounces with the other made quick work of your clit. “Say it baby.”

“Fuck, fuck! Jeongguk – fuck! Love you so much, ugh, love y-you” You threw you head back, screaming his name as your second high came crashing down upon you, pussy clamping down tightly around your boyfriend as you creamed around him. You couldn’t anything else but his name as your rode out your orgasm, toes curling in delight as the tremors cause your shudder above him, mouth wide open.

Jeongguk briefly projected from his body. You were so snug and tight around him he couldn’t help but grab at your hips, pulling your down roughly as his own hips bucked upwards, in a mad chase for his own high. He found it quickly enough, but forced himself to wait until you were coherent.

“Can I come?” He ground out, as you rested your palms against his stomach. You felt the muscle quiver beneath your touch, his stomach caving in with every thrust inside you pussy. You could tell we need to come so badly and yet he had waited for your permission. How was Jeongguk even real?

“Yes, yes, come baby.”

“Fuck,” His eyes were screwed shut as he fucked you through his orgasm, hips stuttering against your own as waves of ecstasy shot through his veins in bursts of pleasure.

It was strange, feeling his come inside you but it was feeling you welcomed. That was until you rolled off and it started slipping out of you. Your knees hit the mattress with a thud as you flopped down beside him.

“You owe me a thigh message,” You muttered into the air coloured by the scent of sex and your joint heavy breaths.

“Your thighs hurt?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good, now you know what I was feeling,”

“Fuck you Jeon Jeongguk,” You replied, the stupidest smile on your face as you whacked at his sweat coated arm.

His grin matched your air, brown hair tousled from your hands and eyes twinkling as he gazed at you. “You just did baby. Give me thirty minutes and we can go again.”

“Ugh, for that you have to get up and turn off the lights.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook scenario #bts fanfic #this the third time im making this post because the tags always break #like wtf

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Kpop Masterlist - Part 1

17 17.2

3 AM Conversations [BTS] [GOT7]

Another Member Walking In While You Are Having Sex [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

~ A Penny For Your Thoughts ~ [BTS]

Baby’s First Laugh [Monsta X]

Baby’s First Smile [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

Baby’s First Steps [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

Baby Says Appa For The First Time [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

Baby Says Eomma For The First Time [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

Bad Girl [BTS]

Being Dominant [BTS]

Being Submissive [BTS]

Bodyworship [BTS]

Cooking [BTS] [GOT7]

Dating [Bambam] [C Youngjae] [Chan] [Hansol] [J Hoseok] [Jackson] [Jaebum] [Jeongguk] [Jeonghan] [Jihoon] [Jimin] [Jinyoung] [Jisoo] [Junhui] [Mark] [Minghao] [Mingyu] [Namjoon] [Seokijn] [Seokmin] [Seungcheol] [Seunggwan] [Soonyoung] [Taehyung] [Wonwoo] [Yoongi] [Yugyeom]

Dom! [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

Favourite Time to Get Dirty [BTS] [Monsta X]

First BJ [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X]

First Kiss [BAP] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

First Meeting [SVT]

Heartfelt Reunion [BAP] [BTS]

Having a Baby With [Bambam] [C Youngjae] [Chan] [Hansol] [J Hoseok] [Jackson] [Jaebum] [Jeongguk] [Jeonghan] [Jihoon] [Jimin] [Jinyoung] [Jisoo] [Junhui] [Mark] [Minghao] [Mingyu] [Namjoon] [Seokjin] [Seokmin] [Seungcheol] [Seunggwan] [Soonyoung] [Taehyung] [Wonwoo] [Yoongi] [Yugyeom]

Having A Group Baby With [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X]

He Catches You Doing Aegyo [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT - Performance Unit]

He Finds Out It Turns You On When He Calls You Noona [SVT]

He Gets Confronted With His Crush On You [GOT7]

He Goes Down On You [BTS] [SVT]

He Overhears You Call Him Oppa [BAP] [GOT7] [SVT - Vocal Unit]

He Realises He Loves You [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

He Realises He Is In Love With You [GOT7]

He Realises You Are The One [BAP]

He Sees You For The First Time [GOT7]

He Walks In On You Naked In His Bed For The First Time [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

He Walks In On You Wearing Nothing But An Apron While Cooking [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

Just After You Argued [BTS] [GOT7]

KPOP AF [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X]

‘Let’s Do It Like They Do On The Discovery Channel’ [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT - Performance Unit]

Let’s Have Sex [BTS]

Meeting the Rest of the Gang [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT - Hiphop Unit]

Mood Swings [SVT - Hiphop Team]

Outercourse [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

Pick Up Line [BAP] [BTS] [Monsta X]

Plushie He Buys You [Monsta X] Pokemon Version [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

Poly [BAP] [BangHim] [BangLo] [BangUp] [DaeJae] [JongLo] [BTS] [KookieMonster] [NamJin] [SugaKookie] [SugaMonster] [TaeGi] [TaeKook] [VMon] [YoonMin] [YoonSeok] [GOT7] [JackBam] [MarkBum] [Markgyeom] [MarkJin] [MarkJinBum] [YugJae] [Monsta X] [HyungHo] [KiIM] [ShowHyuk] [ShowKi] [SVT] [JunWooGyuHao] [SoonHoonGyuHao] [Cupcake Line] [Hyung Line] [GyuHao] [Hungyu] [Jeongcheol] [JiGyu] [Junhao] [Junwoo] [Meanie] [SooHoon] [SoonGyu] [SoonHao] [SoonHoon] [SoonSeok]

Sex Gif [BAP] [GOT7]

Sex Was So Good You Can’t Walk [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7]

Sex With [Bambam] [Bang Yongguk] [Boo Seunggwan] [Chae Hyungwon] [Choi Hansol] [Choi Junhong] [Choi Seungcheol] [Choi Youngjae] [Hong Jisoo] [Im Jaebum] [Jackson Wang] [Jeon Jeongguk] [Jung Daehyun] [Jung Hoseok] [Kim Himchan] [Kim Mingyu] [Kim Namjoon] [Kim Seokjin] [Kim Taehyung] [Kim Yugyeom] [Kwon Soonyoung] [Lee Jooheon] [Lee Minhyuk] [Lee Jihoon] [Lee Seokmin] [Lim Changkyun] [Mark Tuan] [Min Yoongi] [Moon Jongup] [Park Jimin] [Shin Hoseok] [Son Hyunwoo] [Wen Junhui] [Xu Minghao] [Yoo Kihyun] [Yoo Youngjae] [Yoon Jeonghan]

Skydive Has You Shook [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT - Hiphop - Performance - Vocal]

Sloppy Drunk Sex Song [BTS]

Song AU [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta x] [SVT]

Sub [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X]

‘Talk Nerdy To Me’ [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT - Vocal Unit]

The Fans Approve Of You [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT - Vocal Unit]

The First Time He is Alone With His Firstborn [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

The First Time He Sees His First Born [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT - Vocal Unit] [SVT - Performance Unit]

The First Time You Give Him a Boner [BAP] [SVT]

The Morning After Your First Time [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

The Morning After Your First Time.2 [BAP] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

The Way He Calls You Noona [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

Thigh Riding [BTS] [GOT7]

Watching Porn Together [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

When The Thirst Is Real [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

When You Are On Your Period [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

When You Call Him Oppa In Convo [BTS]

You Are Afraid of Thunder [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT - Hiphop Unit]

You Bring Him Lunch at Dance Practise [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT - Performance Unit]

You Call Him Baby Boy [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT - Performance Unit]

You Call Him D*ddy [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT - Hiphop Unit]

You Call Him Muppet [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT - Hiphop - Performance - Vocal]

You Catch Him Wanking [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [MONSTA X] [SVT]

You Fangirl Over Someone Else [BTS] [GOT7]

You Feed Him [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

You Get The Lyrics Wrong [BAP] [SVT]

You Give Him a Boner for the First Time [GOT7] [SVT]

‘You Have Been A Bad Girl, Go To My Room’ [BAP] [GOT7] [SVT - Hiphop Unit]

You Nurse Him Because He Is Sick [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

Your Orgasm Was Too Good [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

You Pick Him Up From The Airport [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

You Show Up To Support Him At ISAC [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [SVT]

You Suck His Finger to Seduce Him [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

You Suggests Netflix and Chill [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

You Taunt Him [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

You Tell Him He’ll Be a Dad [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT]

You Wife Him [BAP] [BTS] [GOT7] [Monsta X] [SVT - Vocal Unit]

#bap #bts #got7 #monsta x #seventeen #master list #wip

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fullsins · 6 years ago

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masterlist

updated 200713

note: only interact if you’re 18+

works in progress

bts

↠ jung hoseok

hoseok and virgin!reader first time

skz

↠ bang chan

corrupted and bred by chan

chan mouthfucking

↠ lee minho

hard dom!minho and deepthroating

↠ seo changbin

changbin thigh riding

blindfolded by changbin

cockwarming with changbin

↠ hwang hyunjin

bdsm with hyunjin

hyunjin breeding kink

↠ han jisung

sub!jisung

dom!professor!jisung

dom!jisung - choking&size kink

daddy!jisung

jisung breeding kink

↠ felix lee

dom!felix

↠ kim seungmin

sir!seungmin

nct

↠ multiple members

5some with dream 00 line

3some with hyuck, jaemin

best things about dating mark + dream 00 line

00 line hard hrs

↠ jeong jaehyun

sub!jaehyun

↠ mark lee

sucking mark lee’s dick

breeding kink mark

mark lee shower sex

dom!mark + spanking

↠ lee jeno

dom!jeno

manhandling with jeno

↠ lee donghyuck

monster dong!hyuck

sex tape with donghyuck

sucking donghyuck’s dick

virgin!reader corruption kink hyuck

somnophilia bj with hyuck

haechan overstim

car blowjob with hyuck

↠ na jaemin

jaemin being teasing

ateez

↠ multiple members

mtls

↠ multiple members

dom!monsta x headcannons

↠ son hyunwoo

corruption and rough!shownu

↠ shin hoseok

restaurant bathroom with wonho

↠ chae hyungwon

sub!hyungwon

overstimulation and hyungwon

a.c.e

↠ kim byeongkwan

masturbating each other with byeongkwan

↠ kim jisoo

fingering jisoo

#masterlist #bts smut #skz smut #nct smut #monsta x smut #blackpink smut #ikon smut

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pasteljeon · 6 years ago

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Nymphet Garden 03: Hydrangea (m)

Hydrangea - Hydrangea paniculata is a plant with a wide variety of meanings based on individual characteristics, but every interpretation has one thing in common; it is an emotion from that heart. The myths surrounding the hydrangea contribute to its diverse meanings. In Japan, the flower has a historical tradition linking it to apologies and gratitude, while more western interpretations deal with negative emotions. Life has given the boys and you hydrangeas, now it is up to the receiver to discover the meaning for themselves.

➟ Based off this request: I’d like to request a multi-part fic with the reader being a solo!idol and the bts boys perhaps being big fanboy of hers? I’d love to see your take on this. I’d love some down and dirty smut too please! from @/stxrlxghtsora

➟ Summary: He was just a fanboy, they got dragged into it, and so blooms your love story.

➟ Pairing: OT7/Reader, non-idol!BTS, idol!Reader

➟ Warnings: *internal panic* dom!hoseok, sub!jin, switch!reader, virgin!jin, nipple clamps, unprotected sex (please use condoms), teasing

➟ Length: 4.5k

➟ In collab with @/sugarcookiesandsins - please give her some love! ♡♡

➟ Notes: SORRY THIS WAS OUT LATE SJHDSK life is chaotic but we hope you enjoy!!!!!

Prologue. 01. Prev. Next (links are still broken, please refer to my masterlist) .

. “Thanks for dinner tonight, boys.” It had been a spontaneous decision on your part, but when Hoseok and Jin invited you out with them, you couldn’t say no. Now here you were, in a nice restaurant overlooking Han River, nursing a glass of wine and trying to keep yourself from drooling at the way the boys looked in suits. No one should have the ability to look that good.

“Our pleasure,” Jin said, smiling as he twirled his fork idly. His other hand fingered the stem, swirling his own drink with practiced efficiency, silently making you wonder how many women he had wined and dined before. Even Hoseok looked like he was trained in the art of holding wine glasses, long fingers curving around glass.

“How’s the studio?” You choked, coughing as you waved off Jin’s concern, dabbing at your mouth before straightening. You looked up to meet the deceptively innocent tilt of Hoseok’s head.

“Are you alright?” The older asked, eyebrows drawing together in worry as he signalled the water to bring some cold water.

“Yeah, what’s wrong, ___?” Hoseok said, eyes wide at the reaction that he caused, but still smiling in mirth at your predicament. It only became wider, when you shot a small glare his way. You knew, that he knew, but if he was going to be playing the long con, then so could you.

Hoseok himself had only found out a few days after, from Yoongi himself. It was no mystery that the two were close, something having to do with their opposite personalities. Still, they knew things about each other that the other 5 had no clue about. It was only natural that Yoongi would spill the beans.

Hoseok had a hunch after seeing the marks against his hyung’s pale skin that the boy had managed to get his dick wet, but he had never imagined that it would be with you. Now he was starting to suspect that your body was also the reason behind the change in Jungkook and Jimin. As aloof as he seemed, Hoseok was perceptive before anything else.

“Nothing. The studio is well. Everything’s coming along,” you said stiffly, managing to bare a polite smile, to which the dancer smirked.

Jin looked between the two of you, confusion painting his expression as he frowned. “What’s going - ”

“Nothing,” this time it was Hoseok who interrupted him. He gave the eldest a reassuring grin. “I was just teasing.”

“I need to use the washroom,” you excused yourself quickly, jerking your head toward the restrooms warningly. Hoseok rolled his eyes but followed soon after.

“ ‘Just teasing’, my ass,” you hissed, digging your elbow into his side. Hoseok whined, rubbing his wound as he pouted at you. “I can’t believe Yoongi told you!”

“I didn’t believe him at first, but now …,” his beam was practically blinding.

“What are you so happy for?” You eyed him suspiciously. The dark-haired male shrugged, shoving his hands into his pocket as he began to make his way to the door. “You’re the one that shoved me into the women’s bathroom, ___. I would’ve thought that you’d be happy about it.”

You spluttered, watching in shock as Hoseok shouldered his way out, the frame swinging shut behind him as you snapped your jaw back.

“Min Yoongi,” you muttered, fists clenched as you brushed yourself off. “You’re dead.”

Deciding that you were taking a tad too long, even as a woman, you glanced in the mirror to ensure that Hoseok hadn’t rattled you visibly, before stalking out the door. Making your way around candlelit tables in your little, black dress, you were the epitome of composed as you approached your prey for tonight.

“Are you feeling better, ___?” Poor Jin was looking up at you, distress clear in his chocolate orbs. You met his gaze, softening as you squeezed his hand, settling back into your seat. “I’m fine. Just needed a quick breather is all.”

You kicked Hoseok’s shin, transforming his chuckle into a groan. Behave, you mouthed. He grinned at you wickedly, but nodded.

To calm your racing nerves, you clasped both hands around your glass before taking a long sip. The fumes hit you hard, and the sudden lightness you felt was most welcome. You didn’t know how many had told others about the rendezvous you’ve had with the boys. You rubbed your temples, the telltale throbbing of a headache forming as you sighed.

Jin shot a quick look at Hoseok, a silent command to explain slipping through. He never used his status as the eldest boy often, feeling it a perverse abuse of power, but he didn’t like the look you had. It was almost like a puppet whose strings had been cut, heavy with the weight of having to lift oneself up from the floor.

Hoseok could do nothing but shrug, trying, once again, to play it off like he didn’t know either. But Jin wasn’t top of his class for nothing. He raised an eyebrow and cranked up the intensity within his eyes. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. In response, Hoseok submitted, motioning to the door as if he would reveal all secrets in the safety of their apartment.

“We definitely drank too much,” you sang, one arm slung over Hoseok - who looked equally smashed - and the other over Jin, who was struggling to support both your weights. He looked exasperated, lips pursed as he helped the two of you hobble across the parking lot to his car.

“Wanna know a secret?” You drawled, leaning close as Jin wrestled to secure the seat belt. Your lips tickled his neck and he backtracked quickly, letting out a soft grunt as he smacked his head on the ceiling in his haste.

“You can’t tell anyone, ok?” You continued, slurring your words slightly. The eldest glanced at the backseat, relieved to see the other man thoroughly passed out and already drooling - over his leather seats no less, but he’d cash that in on a later date.

“It’s about Jungkook. And Jimin. And Yoongi and Namjoon.” You giggled, extremely amused at the situation you had found yourself in, courtesy of the four - or was that five? - glasses of wine you had downed.

Drunk over wine, what a lightweight you were. Jin would laugh if he wasn’t so utterly terrified with the way you draped your arms around his neck; he froze, hardly breathing as you edged closer.

“I fucked them,” you whispered, giggling. His heart pinched slightly, hurt shadowing his eyes for a moment before he smiled at you weakly, unwinding himself your grasp.

“Is that so,” Jin couldn’t help but say bitterly. “Well, I’m sure you all had a good time.” He pushed himself off, shutting the passenger door behind him as he crossed over to the driver’s seat.

He said nothing as he slammed the the driver’s side door shut, stewing in jealousy over the idea that the others had been with you. Yet, he couldn’t help but ask himself what he could offer you. At the moment, it didn’t seem like there was anything.

His jaw was clenched, sleeves rolled up, and through your haze, you were ashamed to have clenched your legs at the sight of his veins, protruding on his arms as he stared determinedly outside.

“You’re angry.” He could tell you were still intoxicated, enough to sound puzzled but sober enough to walk straight. Hoseok was promptly dumped unceremoniously onto the couch, Jin throwing a blanket over him before heading to the kitchen. Not a word was uttered through the entire exchange, you trailing after him.

A bottle rattled, water poured. He slid the glass to you, the small cap containing two Advil pills accompanying it. Your heart warmed. Jin still looked out for you, and he knew it with the way he refused to meet your eyes.

“Why?”

And in all honesty, you really didn’t know. You opened your mouth before closing it, the words you were going to say sounding too shallow for you put out in the open. ‘Because I felt something for them.’ - it was laughably pathetic. What did you feel for the boys?

You were sobering up quickly, your racing thoughts working conjointly with the Advil to bring you out of the haze of the alcohol.

Jin watched you battle with yourself. He felt he had every right to know, but now he faltered, wondering if even you didn’t know why you did it. Still, he was thankful for the silence. He would rather have the heavy atmosphere than a floating lie between the two of you.

Making your way around the counter, you stood in front of Jin. Then you did the only thing you could to properly convey the emotions collecting in every nook and cranny of your body - you pulled him in and kissed him.

Jin’s eyes widened. He could taste the alcohol lingering on your lips as your tongue flicked to meet his. “I - I can’t,” he tore himself away, holding you at arms length as he shut his eyes. “I don’t - I don’t want to be just another one off the list. You mean so much more to be than that. I’m - I’m sorry.”

His fingers were trembling where they clutched at your forearms. You took a step closer, cupping his cheek. “It’s not what you think,” you said softly. “It’s complicated and I don’t want to drag you into it if you don’t want this. But I have to make it clear - I want you, Jin. I care for you - perhaps more than I should. Perhaps even more than my career.”

Your last sentence echoed in his ear over and over, like a broken record. In his blind jealousy, he remembered who you were. You were risking everything you had worked hard for by going through with it all. Then he found himself in awe.

You had already proved to be an overthinker and perfectionist with your dedication to your practice. Yet here you were, taking a million risks for him, for his friends, for whatever feeling it was that drew you to them.

Jin’s silence hit you the wrong way, and you rushed to pacify him. “I promise I’ll explain everything.” You paused, still close enough to lean in for another kiss, but still respectful of his hesitation. You could see it warring against the dark lust in his eyes. From this vantage point, you still didn’t know who would win.

Taking a deep breath, you asked him to let one win. “Do you want me to go?” You were more insecure than you had ever felt in your life. He had seen all your emotions, the first really to not immediately succumb to his attraction for you. You appreciated that, it gave you a chance to think as well about the events of the last few weeks.

Did you feel something? Yes.

Did you regret it? No.

Did they regret it? You didn’t know, and that hurt you most of all.

Jin was still caught up in his war, but he already felt his sanity fray at the seams. It was probably your strategy, he thought to himself: to have your supple body pressed against his, looking up at him with wide eyes he had dreamt of in his most venerable hours.

“Fuck it. Just kiss me.” It was rushed, but firm in its command. He didn’t know what he could give you, seeing as he had never done this with anyone before, but damn if he wasn’t gonna give you his all.

You wasted no time latching onto him with your mouth, entwining your tongues in a dance more passionate than any you had yet learned. Pretty soon, you were lifted onto the counter, dress dangerously riding up the silk of your thighs as you wrapped your legs around Jin’s waist. Locking your ankles, you brought him closer, as you ran your hands over the expanse of his shoulders, and down his back. His arms remained stiff, clueless about what to do.

You pulled away to gaze into his eyes, fingers twisting the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. His eyes didn’t stay locked on your for long, opting instead to study the granite countertops or the forgotten water with an intense glare.

“Jin,” you asked tentatively, “Have you done this before, sweetie?” Your voice was soft and comforting. His entire body stiffened under your touch, nervous because the truth had been found out.

“And if I haven’t?” You could tell he was starting to get defensive. It was no secret that he felt insecure about it, but you admired the man.

“If you haven’t, I’d say that I’m proud of you for saving yourself.” In your opinion, it was a loyalty of the purest form: to keep that part for a person you didn’t know anything about. You brushed his bangs away from his face, giving you a clear view of the beauty that was Kim Seokjin. The strong browline above the deepest brown eyes you had ever seen on a man. His full lips that were softer than rose petals carried by a strong jaw that you loved to trace.

He swallowed, eyes shifting downwards as he steeled himself to speak. “I don’t think I need to save myself anymore.” You smiled wider at what he was implying, though you hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“More than anything,” he said softly.

You leaned back in to capture his lips and betwixt teeth and tongue you made a promise to him. “I’ll take care of you baby. You don’t have to worry about the thing.”

Soon enough he felt comfortable to wrap his arms around you, like he had wanted you since he saw you on the stage. He even remembered his first thought about you: you looked like you would give the warmest hugs.

Hoseok woke to the sound of moans filling his ears. It was an odd alarm, but then again he lived with 6 other boys, should it really be that much of a surprise? Then like a bullet, he recognized that no, this was not his couch. Nor were these his pajamas. Observing the room, he realized that after dinner Jin must have come back to drop you off. But then that would mean the moans were coming from…..

His eyes widened, as he bolted upright and half-ran, half-stumbled his way towards the kitchen. His body came to a standstill in the doorway, eyes latched onto where Jin’s hands disappeared under the edge of your dress. He dragged his eyes upward, following the shape of your body, until he found your face, slack with pleasure, as Jin sucked his mark on your neck.

“Just like that honey. You’re such a good boy.” Your words escaped your lips between pants and gasps. Hoseok felt his throat dry up and his pant tighten around his groin. Entranced by the slack look on your face, he moved closer, his dance training enabling him to glide along the floor until he came behind Jin.

You eyes opened for a split second, but it was enough to lock gazes with Hoseok as he laid a hand on Jin’s shoulder. After jumping nearly a foot in the air, Jin turned to see Hoseok behind him.

“Did you find out her dirty little secret, hyung?” Hoseok’s voice was low and deep, sending bolts of energy straight to your core. Jin didn’t respond, still embarrassed at being caught, especially during his first time. Noticing his expression, you hopped of the counter without a word, before going to comfort Jin. Pulling him in for another kiss, you extinguished his nerves.

“I don’t know, Daddy.” You kept your body facing Jin as you spoke to his younger friend. “Is that what you should be really worrying about right now?” You didn’t see his reaction, but the low growl that followed was more than enough of an answer. He wasted no time in grabbing both of you and dragging you to the bedroom at the end of the hall, a lighted sign proclaiming it as yours.

Once inside, you thanked yourself for already preparing for a night in after the dinner. No, you did not plan for them to come home with you, but your preferred ambiance of soft fairly lights and silk sheets set the mood pretty well. As you watched Hoseok strip off his suit jacket and button-up shirt, you were quickly developing a prominent kink for yellow lights over tan skin.

Deciding that he could help himself, you turned to push Jin back on the bed, before crawling up his body to seat yourself on the smooth planes of his stomach. Resisting the urge to grind against him, your fingers made quick work of the small plastic buttons before honing in on the pebbled nipples that had brushed against you multiple times on the kitchen counter. They were blushed pink, and looked oh-so-tasty. Leaning your head down, you pulled on into your mouth, laving it with your tongue before pulling at it with your teeth. Jin arched his back at the feel of your mouth on one of his most sensitive body parts. He was almost as sensitive as Jungkook. Thankfully, you were in your room this time and had access to more interesting tools than a feather. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Hoseok seated at your desk, completely naked, slowly stroking his hard length.

“Why’d you stop baby girl?” He was challenging you to be a brat. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted nothing more for you to give him a reason to turn your ass red with his palm. But you were smarter, you knew how to deal with a taunting Daddy.

“Because you didn’t give me permission.” Hoseok felt his jaw clench at the small smile on your face. You had been testing his patience since dinner, and it didn’t seem like you were interested in stopping anytime soon.

“Did you ask for permission?” He raised a manicured eyebrow at your figure. He had been looking forward to this since seeing you at dinner with that dress. You may not have had any plans for a post-dinner workout, but he certainly did.

“Can I play with Jin, Daddy? Can I play with his nipples and make him come while you watch?” You bit your swollen lips in anticipation of his answer.

Hoseok surveyed you, the eagerness glowing in your eyes, and the soft pants that leaked from Jin’s mouth from where he lay on the bed. The dancer nodded slowly, leaning back. “Go ahead, baby. Make him come. But the moment he does, you’re mine.”

You murmured a breathless thank you and turned back to the man sprawled on the mattress. Jin gazed up at you through lidded orbs, and heat pooled at your stomach when you noticed the thin ring of gold, his irises blown out in lust.

“Please,” his voice barely a whisper as you hovered over him, lips skimming his. “Be gentle.”

Your heart swelled at his words, fitting your mouth against his in a silent promise as you ran a hand down his sculpted torso, palming his bulge. Jin moaned into you, eyes flickering as you slid his jeans and boxers off in one fluid motion.

You sat back, playing with the head of his cock as you spoke. “Say ‘red’ if you’re ever uncomfortable or want me to stop. Okay?” He bucked into your touch as he nodded, looking dazed. “Y-yes.”

You reached to the drawer on the right, and Jin let out an audible groan at the sight of what you returned with.

“Do you think you can take this, baby?” You cooed, dangling the nipple clamps in front of him as the chain caught the light, glinting with promises of pleasure and pain. You felt his cock twitch against your stomach. He nodded, slightly nervous, but his trust in you trumped all doubt. Putting one clip in your mouth you coated it with your saliva before spreading the liquid on one hardened peak. He shivered at the feel of the wetness, before moaning when you put the clamp in it’s place. Giving it an experimental tug, you relished in the way he bucked under you, causing some pre-cum to spread itself on your skin with every touch of his member. You put the other on the same way, saliva and all, before moving away to admire your work.

You turned over your shoulder to look at Hoseok, who’s eyes were locked on the clamps, most likely imagining the way they would look on you. You broke Hoseok out of he revere. “Doesn’t he look beautiful Daddy?”

Hoseok nodded in agreement. “He does look beautiful with those, but I think my baby would look even better.” His hand moved a little faster at the image of you spread out in front of him, one of his hands buried in your cunt and the other gripping the metal chain as you screamed in name. One day he promised himself. One day.

You giggled at the praise before turning back to Jin, who had started to moan with every little twitch of the chain. Keeping the chain dangling on your fingers, you moved your free hand down to his erect cock. Gripping the base slightly, you moved your hand up and down, while simultaneously giving the clamps and experimental tug to get him used to the feeling of the tandem feeling.

“Oh fuck.” Jin hissed between clenched teeth, his reactions appropriate considering this was his first time. The stimulation was incredible and he struggled to breathe as the burn began to set in.

“Fuck,” he panted, spine bowing as his eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

“Hm. Didn’t know you were such a masochist, hyung,” Hoseok drawled. Jin whined at his words, his pride warranting a retort but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. “Mm,” was all he managed to moan dreamily.

“Gonna make you feel good, baby,” you murmured, soothing back his damp locks reassuringly as he tossed his head.

“P-please,” Jin cried, body writhing as you pulled on the chain lightly. “Please make me come!”

Tears fell down his face at the pleasure of being buried inside you. He knew he wasn’t going to last, so in an effort to get you to move, he grabbed your hips and thrust into you, not caring about the sting of pain as the chain swung with the movement. You threw your head back for a moment, before tugging a little harshly at the clamps. “Patience sweetie.”

Drool escaped the corners of his mouth as he attempted to remain coherent after the way you rocked your hips on his lap. “D-don’t t-t-teas-.” It was a sorry attempt at speech, but who could blame him? He was balls deep in your warm pussy and his nipples were being pulled at.

Deciding that you had done enough for the first time, got up on your knees before slamming back down, shaking the chain that pulled and twisted at pink nipples. You rocked your hips, pressing down with your pelvis every time to make sure he felt maximum pleasure. It wasn’t long before you felt him come, pulling at the chain one last time, to draw out the pleasure as much as you could.

Jin sobbed, the intensity of the orgasm ripping through him as he cummed hard. He swore he blacked out for a moment before he came to, head spinning. His limbs felt heavy and boneless, a loopy smile gracing his lips when gentle fingers carded through his bangs. Delicate fingers massaged his nipples as the clamps were removed and thrown to a corner of the room.

One hand cupped his cheek, a sweet kiss pressed to his forehead. He caught the soft, “sleep well, Jinnie,” just as he drifted off.

Motioning you over, Hoseok spread his legs, head cocked. His length was a dark red, throbbing and dripping with precum. You were practically drooling, steps light as you made your way to him.

He waited patiently, watching you with dark eyes as you gingerly settled yourself over his thighs. You reached down and cupped his balls, weighing them as you bit your lip.

“Do you want all that cum filling you up, baby girl? ” Hoseok murmured, dipping his head as his nose skimmed the column of your throat. Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer, your sex parting slowly as his hardened length pressed against the folds of skin. “Do you want Daddy to fill your cunt till it overflows?” Without any difficulty, your mind brought to life Hoseok's words and you let out a loud moan at the imaginary feeling.

He chuckled darkly against your skin. “Do you like that idea, princess?” His hands danced over your body, making their way towards where your cunt was soaking his cock. Finding your clit, he traced slow circles around it, making you keen in pleasure and grind against him.

He stopped, moving his hand away to pop you on the ass, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at the warmth that bloomed under his finger tips. “Use your words baby.”

You whimpered out, quivering at the throbbing in your pussy. “P-please daddy. Give it to me.” Your words were cut off with another sting on your behind. “Use your words. What do you want me to do?”

“Make me cum daddy. I c-can’t take it. Please. Give me your cock.” Your words came out in a mess of saliva and mewls, body much too on edge to make anything sound coherent.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Hoseok drawled out. He gently got you off of his lap, resisting the urge to his at the loss of contact. “On the bed baby, face down.”

You wasted no time in rushing towards the unoccupied side of your large bed, quickly planting your face on the pillow, as you elevated your ass of Hoseok’s pleasure. You cunt was dripping with your arousal and all of it was on display.

“So beautiful,” he said, almost reverently, and you shivered at the way his large palms ran over the supple flesh of your cheeks.

“But let me make this clear,” Hoseok said through gritted teeth as he sank into your warmth. His fingers gripped your hip, sure to leave purpled galaxies the following morning, though the ache was delectable. His cock stretched you deliciously, and your moans mingled with his harsh panting.

“I don’t,” thrust, “Want to fuck you,” thrust, “And leave you.”

His pace quickened, reaching for his climax as he pounded into you. His tip brushed your g-spot and you cried out as the bed frame shook with every movement.

“Hoseok!” Your voice echoed in his ears, ringing as he came. His arms trembled as he pulled out, hot cum gushing from your pussy as he collapsed beside you wearily.

You raised a hand to touch his cheek, and he kissed your palm tiredly.

“I want to love you,” Hoseok whispered.

“Hyung?”

#bts #bts fanfic #bts scenario #hoseok x reader #jin x reader #sub!jin #dom!hoseok #sub-bts-network #hoseok smut #jin smut #bts smut

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