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Chapter 52: My Everything…

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW/Paranormal

💜Warnings: Sex/Smut/Filth/Adult Content/Adult Language/Sexual Content/Orgy/Anal Sex (M|F, M|M)/Oral Sex (M|F, M|M)/Unprotected Sex/Brief Bondage/BDSM/Harness/Collar

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 5,414

Jin’s POV

It was like something out of a movie. Never in my entire life have I experienced anything like this or even had the thought that I would. The sound of Jungkook and Yoongi’s deep moans mixed with Tia’s soft whimpers have me clinging to the edge.

“Mmm. Jin. Hobi. Come…Oh my God,” Yoongi offers the best invitation he can muster, barely able to mumble our names.

“Yes! Please,” Tia’s tiny voice calls to us. “Fuck, Yoongi, you feel so good.”

Honestly, I’m reluctant because I feel like one dip into the shallow end of her waters will end me immediately.

“Come on, bro. Even if we tap out early, we have all night. This is just a physical manifestation of our love for one another, right? No judgment, just love.”

I’m thankful that Hoseok can understand my concerns without me even verbalizing them, and he’s right. Surely, lasting all night long is an unrealistic expectation I’m putting on myself. Following Hoseok onto the bed, I notice that Jungkook’s strokes are becoming irregular as he’s holding onto Taehyung’s head, gently fucking up into his slobbery mouth. The stream of drool collecting at the base of his dick begins to flow down his hip and onto the bed. Taehyung’s arched back has him wide open, and I notice a cute little green jewel peeking from his full ass. I lick my lips, taking in the spectacle.

From the way, Jungkook’s thighs and abs flex each time he lifts himself from the bed to the way drool seeps from Taehyung’s mouth to flow down his shaft–from the way the lube trickles down the crack of Tia’s cheeks right before Hoseok begins to work his fingers into her ass, stretching her open. Passion can be translated in their stare as he and Yoongi look at one another over Tia’s shoulder, Hoseok slowly beginning to push his tip into her tight hole. The way they are alternating to slowly fuck in and out of her. And the sounds! Heavy breathing and smacks of pussy and mouths fill the room. Intoxicating. All of these factors combined have me nearly spent before I even reach Tia. But when she reaches over to wrap her small hand around my engorged dick, her fingers are unable to connect around my girth. She guides me closer so she can slide her hot tongue across my slit before encasing me within her mouth. Her moans vibrate up my shaft and throughout my entire body. I’m able to glide easily in and out of her warm, wet mouth, and the feeling has me moaning her name.

“Tia. Fuck,” slides out on a whisper. She takes me in deeper and swallows me…literally. Gulping me down, she fists the length that is unable to fit into her mouth and I feel myself being pulled deeper into her throat as her throat muscles flex and squeeze around me, and this is the final straw. “AH! SHIT,” leaps from my chest, and I spray a mouthful of my cum across her tongue and down her greedy hole. Warm cum coats her skin as she drinks down what she can while gasping for air, but my load is more than her mouth can handle, leaving spurts to escape the corners of her mouth.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did Jin fill you up too much? His dick was so fat in your little mouth, but you handled him so well, made him cum so much,” Yoongi says while pulling her pelvis down to meet his. “You’re such a good girl, making him cum so hard and look at your pretty face all smeared with his nut. Come here, let me help you,” Yoongi offers while still slowly stroking deep into her.

My dick doesn’t even have a chance to go soft as I watch him lap up my cum from her face, only to then share it with Hoseok when he leans over Tia’s back to retrieve his share with his tongue. My eyes grow wide, watching the strings of my cum pull away after their tongues touch. They come back together to kiss, swiping my semen around inside each other’s mouths. Holy fuck.

Yoongi’s POV

“Oh my GOD,” Tia whimpers when Hoseok begins to nestle into her other hole. She already feels amazing, wrapped tightly around my dick, but with Hoseok now filling her ass, she’s even more snug. Hard dick is pressing against my own as he pushes in and I’m pulling out. He pulls out as I’m pushing in, and it all feels so fucking good. But it’s something about the way he sits up on his knees, taking the straps that bind Tia’s hands in one hand and pulling on the strap attached to her collar with the other–eyes on me– this is the icing on the cake.

“My hands,” Tia says, and Hoseok immediately works at the buckle to release her wrists. She reaches over and leads Jin to us, guiding him along by the base of his hardened dick. He comes, more comfortable now, drunk off of lust, and I watch as his thick member slips into Tia’s mouth. I dig my fingertips into the flesh of her hips, as if holding on to her will keep me from being pulled under by this wave of pleasure.

Slurping, suckling, and gagging, Tia deepthroats Jin and it is music to my ears; the sound is hitching a ride on my bloodstream and coursing through my veins. The noises that come from Jin as he climaxes are then mirrored by Jungkook as he does the same moments later. I’m so high off of the sexual energy in this room that I allow my intrusive thoughts to win and lick the overflow of Jin’s cum from Tia’s chin and lips, which turns Hoseok on even more. He leans over her back to partake in the creaminess of it all, licking his portion from my tongue while he’s still slowly stroking in and out of her little ass. Jin’s load stretches between us before we reconnect with a kiss. Hoseok sits back up to rest on his knees and rests his hands on mine, placed on Tia’s hips. He eyes her ass, more prominent as she’s leaning over, her breasts on my chest. Following my lead, he finds the rhythm again, stroking into her one after another.

“Yoongi,” Tia mewls into my ear.

“Don’t call me like that, with that voice,” I say. It’s as if it is doing something to me from within, intensifying the overwhelming sensations. “Just take this dick like a good girl, okay? You like when I stay on that spot like this?”

“Yes! I love it,” she confesses. “I love it, Yoongi.”

Is she challenging me? “Tia,” I warn.

“Yes? Yes, Yoongi?”

“Fuck!”

Long and strong, this climax is the most intense I’ve ever experienced in my life, causing bursts of color to blur my vision. Hoseok stills, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, relishing in the feeling as my dick throbs, releasing my seed deep within Tia’s walls. Something primal takes over me, and I wrap my arms around Tia’s torso and begin to slam into her like a madman, mixing my cream with her juices to create a decadent blend of our desires. For the first time in my life, I am able to fully let go, to give in to the instincts I’ve been holding back in an attempt to control myself, conform to societal norms. But not tonight. Not with them.

Deep thrusts dig into her guts, coloring her insides with my pleasure again, without a care in the world, only listening for the one word that would make me stop. ‘Army’.As the high begins to fade and my pace slows, it feels like I'm descending from a state of ascension back to earth. Tia's body trembles in my arms, slumping as she comes down from her climax. I gently caress her back—a stark contrast to the man I was just moments ago. Hoseok is doing the same, leaning back on his heels, catching his breath, and gently rubbing the rounds of Tia’s ass.

“Damn, Yoongi,” he begins, “that was wild. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” After pulling out, he leans over to kiss the small of her back, then asks, “Are you okay, baby girl? Did I pull too tight on your straps?”

“No, I’m fine. I just–damn,” she says, and I can feel it when she smiles against my chest. “That was so amazing. The two of you filled me up so good.”

Namjoon climbs up to join us as we shift positions. Jimin moves over to lie beside Jungkook and Taehyung, taking the spot I just vacated. I rise to unfasten Tia’s thigh restraints from the strap beneath her breasts, gently helping her reposition. She leans forward to plant a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips before lying back on the bed beside him, her body relaxed and inviting.

Jin doesn’t hesitate. With deliberate slowness, he slides into her drenched heat, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he revels in the sensation.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he groans, sounding as if he’ll never get used to the feeling. Allowing his hand to trail up her soft body, he slides from her stomach up between her breasts, then he glides a thumb across her plush lips. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet. So fucking tight.”

She gasps when he bottoms out, nodding she says, “Mmm hmm. Do you feel what you guys do to me?”

On her side, opposite Jimin, I lean in, kissing her lips gently, while Jin fucks into her slowly. Her nails scrape across my scalp before she tugs on my hair. I let her, then release her lips to place open-mouthed kisses down her neck and chest, finding my way to suck on her nipples. I make a mental note that she loves nipple play, judging by the way she whimpers and squirms underneath Jin.

“Ah!” Tia exclaims as she is pulling my hair harder now while grinding her hips, needing to feel every inch of Jin.

After releasing my hair by gently pulling her fingers free, I move out of the way for Hoseok to place his tip on her lips, and she opens her mouth to ravenously receive him. Again, I don’t fight the urges that arise in me, and find myself licking and sucking on his shaft along with her. With slow, oscillating movements, I move my head back and forth, gliding my wet lips and tongue from the base of his dick back up to meet Tia at his head, pulling the thin skin of his shaft into my mouth, sporadically. Down, then back up, I begin tongue-kissing Tia with the tip of Hoseok’s penis right in the middle of our lapping tongues.

“Fuck,” he says, looking down at us. “You both look so beautiful.”

Namjoon is behind Hoseok, snaking his arms around him, and starts licking and kissing his neck with one hand around his throat and the other holding him against his chest, his fingers splayed across his abdomen.

“Oh, shit,” he says, now being pleasured by us three and enjoying the views.

Jimin’s POV

After Jungkook cums, I find myself lying next to Tia, legs spread, with Taehyung on top of me, our dicks brushing against each other with each stroke administered by Jungkook from behind. Since this is a first for us all, he takes things slowly, being gentle with Taehyung while I hold him close to my chest, comforting him while also praising them both.

“You sound so pretty, baby, and you’re talking his dick so well,” I push back the strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. “How does Jungkook feel fucking you like this? I wish you could see how sexy he looks rocking into you.”

“Feels. So. Ugh,” he says, burying his face into my neck, where he begins to lick and nibble at my flesh.

“Do you think you can take him?

Jungkook asks the question while looking down at me, and I answer without hesitation. “I’m ready to try.”

Taehyung’s head pops up to search for any uncertainty in my face, and I answer by pulling him in to explore his mouth with my tongue. I gasp when I feel Jungkook’s warm fingers spread the lubricant across my hole before he begins to insert a finger. Then two. Holding on to Taehyung just as tightly as he clings to me, I know that pleasure is on the other side of this discomfort. Jungkook begins to stretch me, moving his fingers in a scissor-like motion. While the feeling is foreign, it starts to feel nice after getting used to the welcomed intrusion. After several minutes of prep, Jungkook removes his fingers, and Taehyung and I freeze, lips now pressed together, when Jungkook places Taehyung’s head at my entrance.

“Are you sure, Jimin?” Taehyung asks the question, panting as his breath brushes against my lips.

“I’m sure,” I answer. “I’ve wanted you for a while now, to have you this close to me again.” Things in the shower didn’t escalate to this point, but the need for him is even stronger than before.

Slowly and gently, he dips in, just a fraction, then out. Even Jungkook stills, allowing Taehyung time to work himself in. The feeling of being penetrated is taking me on a journey of sensations. The pressure is insane, but I try to relax, knowing that tensing won’t make this a pleasurable experience for either of us. Taehyung pushes in further, stretching me wide. The burn is borderline unbearable and almost makes me tap out, but I endure it. My whole body is on fire, and sweat prickles at my brow. I’m panting and holding on to him for dear life, and the sounds that escape me; I’ve never made or heard before.

“Is this okay?” Taehyung checks in, and I reassure him I’m fine by nodding as I'm unable to speak at the moment. “Oh my, God! You feel so fucking good,” he says as he’s now nibbling my ear and then down my neck.

A slick hand wraps around to stroke my dick, and in combination with Taehyung’s wet kisses on my neck, pleasure melts over me, engulfing me. With the pain now dulling, overpowered by satisfaction, Taehyung reaches the bottom of my depths and slowly moves with ease. I focus on the feeling, something like the beginnings of sparks each time Taehyung moves against a specific spot. As he builds up speed, the more intense the feeling gets, and the sensations added by the hand stroking my dick has me confused, excited, all while loving the feeling. It’s nearly overwhelming, but I would cry if they stopped now. Our lips find each other again, and I begin lapping into his mouth.

“You see how good that feels? You like that?” Jungkook asks as he moves again. His hips pulling back, hand on Taehyung’s hip, guiding him back on his dick. Taehyung’s member is dragging against my walls, has my head rolling back, and a sharp cry of pure pleasure rips from my throat as Jungkook thrusts his hips forward, forcing Tae’s dick deep inside me.

“Oh my God,” I whimper. White light flashes behind my lids; this new feeling seems to jolt me outside of my body.

“Use your words, beautiful. Do you like how Taehyung’s fat ass dick is filling you up?”

“I do. I love it.” My voice cracks as the words fall from my lips, much like the tears from the corners of my eyes. There is no more pain accompanied by their thrusts, but tears collect behind my lids anyway.

“Baby? Are you okay? Are we hurting you?” Taehyung stills, and his words tell me that I’ve been caught.

“No. No, not at all. You feel amazing now. It’s just…a lot, you know? The sensations, the sounds, the love between us–it’s just so much at once.”

“We can stop-” Jungkook starts.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Faster,” I insist.

I roll my head to the side and look at Tia, who has taken a break from devouring Hoseok’s dick, to see that she’s looking at me. Checking in on me. Her eyebrows are furrowed, pleasure written all over her face. I look down to see that the hand stroking me is Jin’s. He’s multitasking while stroking me, buried deep inside of Tia, and making out with Hoseok. Yoongi is still busy slurping Hoseok down his throat while Namjoon is now finger fucking Yoongi from behind while working his tip slowly into a well-lubricated and stretched Hoseok.

The visual alone is intoxicating, but the auditory sensations will do it for me every time. Taehyung bottoms out again, and I’ve never felt fuller. I lift Tia’s arm, and she immediately cradles my head as I lap at her nipple. Jungkook reaches out to hold Tia’s left leg, and Namjoon holds the right. Hoseok, bending over to take Namjoon, licks at Tia’s clit while Jin, upright on his knees, continues to burrow into her love, pulling on the thigh straps like reins. Yoongi takes her other nipple into his mouth just as Taehyung reaches out to place his hand around her neck.

“Jin! Ah!”

She screams as another orgasm begins to coil in her belly, slithering through her body.

“I know, baby, I know. You’re almost there. It’s coming,” I pull away to encourage her just to latch right back onto her nipple.

She’s about to cum again, but this one is different. Tears fill her eyes like mine and the smell of sweet pastries, cinnamon, and vanilla nearly has me in a daze. She’s so fragrant. We are all connected just as Tia’s body begins to convulse, her hands clenching the covers in her fists.

Tia’s POV

“Fuck! I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

“Why do you think I’m fucking you like this? Give it to us, baby,” Jin orders.

“Let go of all that stress, baby. Let it out,” Jungkook adds.

I close my eyes tight, listening to my men, and I let it all go. When I reach the peak of pleasure with all of my men touching my body and reaching their peaks all at once, the feeling is something I've never experienced before. I climax seemingly into another dimension, and then my world goes dark. I guess this may be what an out-of-body experience is like. I feel like I'm present but not here, soul-spiraling freely.

I notice I can only communicate through my mind as my voice is not working here.

“Hello?! HELLO?!”

There’s no answer for a moment. Then something tells me to open my eyes. When I do, I’m surrounded by white light as far as my eyes can see. Unsure of what to do or where the hell I am, my eyes tear up, and I think of my guys. As soon as they pop into my thoughts, they materialize in front of me, all extremely handsome, smiling back at me. When I turn to look away, distracted by a presence next to me, they disappear.

“Tia?! What are you doing here? It ain’t time for you to be here yet!”

I can hear her voice in my ears, but I’m still unable to speak. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.

“Tilly?! What is this place? How did I get here?”

“Girl! You have leveled up, but you gotta crawl before you walk, chile. I swear, you are more powerful than you even know. I’m your spirit guide, and you’re in the spirit realm, the place you come after you die.”

“OH NO!!!!!!!! I’M DEAD?!”

“Calm down, honey. You’re not dead. That’s why I said you’re not supposed to be here yet. A full second hasn’t even passed down there, and the guys don’t even realize you’ve traveled. It’ll just seem like you blinked for them.”

“So, what’s going on? Why am I here?”

“I reckon it’s because you are still learning to harness this power of yours. You’re gonna need to get a hold on those strong emotions, chile, especially when you’re with the guys. They only make you even stronger. So strong, that your one body can’t contain it all and you might notice it spilling over to them. When you go back, you should be enlightened how to handle all of that as well as information you ain’t know before. Hopefully, being here will help you tap into your gifts even more. Everything should make sense to you when you get back. All the questions you may have, like: Why couldn’t you remember the guys after detoxing from that poison? How were your guys able to merge with mine, giving you numerous nights of pleasure? Why were they suddenly taken away? Also, the tree. How will it help you during this journey on Earth? Better techniques and practices to wield your powers as needed and how your power will trickle over to your guys. You should learn it all,” she informs me.

“The guys before being poisoned? I didn’t meet them until after, right? Are the guys gifted as well? I don’t understand.”

She just smiles, does not answer my questions, and then takes my hand between hers. She continues in a soft, knowing voice, “The answers will soon be revealed. And if they’re not, well, sometimes the answer’s in the silence. You just gotta listen when the world gets quiet. I’m still with you, always right here. But let me tell you somethin’, baby—you don’t need me. I know you have your self-doubt and limiting beliefs about yourself, but you’ve got everything you need right inside you.” Tilly places her hand on my chest, and I lay mine atop hers. “You’re more than capable, and you’re gonna reach your fullest potential, no matter what, but you have to realize who you are. Your ancestral counsel and I are just here to keep you safe, to guide you when you’re feeling lost. The rest? That’s all you. You are a great force, and are meant to do great things! Don’t you forget that.”

The pressure of her hand on my heart decreases as her image begins to fade.

“How do I get back?”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll help you. I love you, and send the guys my love,” she hugs me. I can barely feel her arms around me.

“I will, and I love you, too. Tell your guys hello.”

She waves a lazy hand and when I blink my eyes, I’m right back with my loves watching as they pull out of each other and me then begin to shuffle around the bed, finding more comfortable positions to cuddle around me. I notice that I possess this unexplainable knowledge of the past, present, and future, just as Tilly said I would. It’s like I’ve gotten an update, now with new features and gifts that give me the ability to sense precisely how each man feels just by looking at them. There is also chattering in my ears, the sound is similar to the tuning of a radio, staticy and unstable. However, it does seem that I’m able to turn it off and on or hone in on it to make out words!

“Holy shit, that was amazing. I never would have imagined I could love multiple people to this extent. I could stay right here in this bed with them forever.”

I can make out, but I’m not sure who the thought is coming from. Before I can even think, I say, “Forever?”

“Jagiya!” Taehyung looks at me, mouth ajar and eyes wide, “You can read minds now?” Now that Taehyung has spoken up, I can make out that it was his voice in my mind.

“No way. Noona! Can you hear me?”

“Yes, I can hear you, but I promise I’m not doing this on purpose,” I say, then look directly at Jungkook, whose eyes are the size of golf balls. “Please, guys, know that I’ve just learned of this gift, literally just now, but I think I can turn it off and on. Please be patient with me and know that I will never intentionally use it to intrude on your private thoughts without permission.”

Questions fly at me left and right as they are all, understandably, curious about this new gift. With a huge smile on his face, Jin hops up to grab warm washcloths for us all to clean up, then we remove the soaked blanket.

“Is that comfortable, babe? You don’t have to take it off if you don’t want to,” Yoongi very obviously hints at his preference for me to continue wearing the harness.

“Yes, it’s fine,” I chuckle lightly. “I’ll wear it a little longer, but I don’t think it’ll be comfy to sleep in it.”

Snuggled up in the middle of our bed, we take a break while they initiate the ‘what am I thinking’ game, wanting to test my skill.

“If she gets pregnant, how will we know whose baby it is? I’m sure she’ll know immediately.”

“You’re right, Hobi. When I get pregnant, I will know, and so will you.” They all gasp, sitting up and looking around at one another. “Calm down, guys. Let’s take our time. We have a while before we cross that bridge.”

“Holy, fuck. So, can you see the future more clearly as well? Or did you have a vision?”

“It’s different from before,” I answer Namjoon. “Something happened just now as we were all climaxing together. Now, in my mind, it’s like looking at TV. I have the remote and can change the channel, moving through the timeline as I see fit.”

The game then changes to a ‘what am I about to do or say’ game, sending me into a fit of laughter. These guys are hilarious without even trying.

After a few moments, Jungkook says, “With the things that you see or hear, if you need to keep it to yourself, I’ll understand. I’m so sorry about how I handled things before.”

The guys reflect his sentiments, all understanding why things had to happen the way that they did.

“I appreciate that. I just ask that you have trust in us. Everything we do, every move we make is for us,” I reassure them, then transmit my sincere feelings from within. Immense love and respect pour from my heart to theirs, showering them.

With a deep sigh, Jimin says, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that feeling.”

“Was that you, T? That feeling?”

“Jin, that is just the beginning,” Jimin hints.

“You said to trust ‘us’,” Namjoon questions. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well,” I say, stroking through Taehyung’s hair as he lays with his face on my belly, my other hand caresses Yoongi’s shoulder on my other side as he lifts his head from resting at the bend at my thigh. “Only time will tell. Challenges and concerns will inevitably come our way. But lean on the trust we have for each other, and we’ll be okay,” I look deeply into Yoongi’s eyes. I smile lovingly as I receive the thoughts he sends to me. Sending feelings of trust and understanding to him; I know he feels it when tears begin to well up in his eyes. “Tomorrow,” I whisper to him with a smile.

“Ah,” Jungkook exclaims after sitting up to stretch. “Break time is over. Who’s ready for round two?”

“Tia,” Namjoon asks, “are you up for another round?”

Jungkook is already at the head of the bed with his back against the headboard, awaiting my response. I don’t answer verbally but crawl up to join him, straddling his thighs as his hard dick bounces up to meet my core. He releases a small glob of lube on his tip, and I don’t hesitate to lift myself just enough to line him up at my entrance, then glide down inch by thick ass inch.

“Damn,” I hiss. The stretch of him burns slightly but is far more pleasurable than anything else.

“Damn is right,” Jungkook agreed, “there’s no reason you should feel this good. So warm and so tight, wrapped around my dick.”

He pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, the obscene smacking of my pussy and the lube only spurs us on.

“Fuck, I love that sound,” Namjoon confesses as he’s crawling up to join us. The men repositioned me to sit with my back now to Jungkook in reverse. Leaning back onto Jungkook’s chest, he wraps his arms around my midsection and I watch as Namjoon rubs his dick across his lips and Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat, opening wide for him. Jimin joins on the other side, opposite Namjoon, to do the same. He grabs my jaw, turning my head to look at him, then rubs the smooth skin of his head across my lips. I bob my head up and down, taking more of him into my mouth with each move. He touches the back of my throat at the same time that I’m sitting flush on Jungkook’s lap. I moan, humming around Jimin’s dick, and he inhales sharply. Jungkook digs his nails into my hips, then pulls me forward, then backward, guiding my hips to ride him in a scooting motion. I moan again, long and deep.

“Shiiiit,” Jimin groans. “You like that, pretty girl? Is JK fucking you good?” I nod my head slightly, with his dick still sliding across my tongue, my eyes closing slowly as I relish in the pleasure. A soft smack lands on my cheek, and my eyes pop open. “Look at me,” Jimin starts, “don’t you dare take your eyes off mine. He pushes in a bit deeper, causing me to pull back and gasp for air. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that. Come on. Swallow me like I know you can.”

I do as instructed, and his head falls back. I feel the softest of licks to my clit then a long gentle suck. Unable to turn my head fully, I can only shift my eyes down to see Jin looking back at me. Jungkook is buried inside of me, the sounds that Namjoon is making, and the way Jimin now has a grasp on my hair has me wanting to close my eyes and savor this feeling, but I don’t dare.

My cheek still stings a little where Jimin popped me, so I can only allow them to flutter when Jungkook grinds deeper into my soul and Jin moves to his rhythm. Jungkook is so deep I have to pull away from Jimin for a moment to allow myself to breathe and release the cries I’ve been holding in. I keep my eyes on Jimin but yell their praises.

“JK, right there. Jin, please don’t stop,” I plead, begging them to stay on the same spot with the same tempo. “I’m almost there. I’m almost there.”

I continue to fist Jimin while I watch Taehyung position himself behind Jin and he stops moving for a moment with my clit still between his lips. Hoseok approaches Jimin from behind and takes his tongue into his mouth while swirling Jimin’s nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. I return my greedy mouth to consume Jimin as our moans fill the little space that exists between us. We move in tandem, all eight of us, expelling any lingering frustrations and uncertainties, filling the spaces with love, reassurance, and trust.

The next morning, the sun peeks through the blinds as I’m lying here, sprawled out in the middle of these men. I could cry, thinking about how blessed I am to have been chosen to live this life experience with them.

Universe, I thank you for this day I’ve never experienced and will never experience again. I will live it to the fullest and make the best of each moment. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to do lifetimes with these men, and am thankful for the forevers to come.

These men have become my everything, yet always have been, as they’ve pulled me through some of my darkest moments, even before we knew of each other’s existence. And I am their everything. I have always been, even before they knew. I am so full of love and incredibly thankful that we’ve finally found our way back home.

A/N:

Whew. Home is done. This is definitely bittersweet as I will miss writing about Tia and her relationships with the guys. This has been a rollercoaster ride and I’m so thankful for those of you who held on tight and went for the ride with me. Y’all are amazing and I’m so very grateful for you. I’m also thankful for and taking the time to beta read this chapter, as well as the majority of this work.

I am working on another story that brings back a little of the guessing element but is a treat all its own. It is giving dark, demonic romance and will be released by chapter. I hope you guys continue to rock with me and enjoy my future projects just as much if not more than Home.

Okay. Love you! Byyyyyyyyyye!

Tia😘🫶🏽

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thvalentin · 1 year ago

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—BLUE MOON 🌚 thv series. [MASTERPOST]

lowercase intended.

starring: yandere!vampirebf!thv & italia

genre: angst; fluff; smut (not pwp, i know shocker from me right?)

setting: somewhere in europe.

summary: since the day he laid eyes on italia, taehyung took a vow to protect her from the world— especially his world.

warning: implied vampire shit; cursing; italia's parents would never approve of taehyung; religion; new moon inspired; possibly cringe; in depth oc descriptions; fight scenes

music to listen to while you read

—PROLOGUE; absolutely no one.

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"and so the tiger fell in love with the rabbit." taehyung caresses italia's cheek, his loving eyes gaze into her soul searching every part of it— for the malice that lives inside of him in her, but it is nowhere to be found. she's angel pure, seduced by the chaos that lingers within the remnants of his forsaken soul,

"how silly of the rabbit.." her european accent pops followed by her saccharine laugh, as her face nuzzles against his soft, stone-cold hand. soft honey filled eyes flutter shut, a fuzzing hum resonating from the girl. italia understands nothing about her boyfriend, but needs to be apart of everything he is; by taehyung's side until she's dust and carried away by the wind. italia is acutely aware of the danger she puts herself in everyday just by knowing what he is, but she knows just as well that her man would hunt anyone to the end of the universe if they dared to tarnish a single hair on her pretty little head.

no one is an exception to this silent vow,

absolutely no one.

—

PROLOGUE; absolutely no one

CHAPTER ONE; coming soon

CHAPTER TWO; coming soon

CHAPTER THREE; coming soon

#ambw kpop #ambw smut #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts taehyung #bts v #kim taehyung #taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fic #taehyung x you #taehyung imagine #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #bts army #bts

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softedges · 1 year ago

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BLUE ; a fluffy one-shot inspired by this short film.

The clock read 7:o5 AM.

Right now, Taehyung would be waking up. He’d be rubbing the sleep out of his eyes while belting out a lengthy and husky yawn. Then, he’d lay in bed for a few minutes, scrolling through Instagram or TikTok before finally deciding to get out of bed and get ready for the day.

Part of you couldn’t help but cringe, feeling a bit embarrassed by having his routine memorized down to the very minute. You didn’t do it on purpose. It just came with being his roommate for the last five years.

You met him at a dinner party seven years ago. Back then, you guys were fresh faces in your last year of college with nothing but time on your side. He was going to be a famous artist and you, a prolific photographer. It’s why you decided to move in together. There was no doubt in either of your minds that this would be your last true year together before your careers and lives took you elsewhere.

How wrong you were.

Your careers skyrocketed but you found yourselves becoming inseparable.

Your first apartment was a hole in the wall. A tiny studio with an even tinier bathroom in the heart of the city. The only thing granting either of you space was a thin white sheet you put between your respective mattresses. As crappy as the first apartment was, however, it was important to you. It was the place where you realized you were in love with Taehyung.

You and Taehyung spent many nights cuddled up on his side of the apartment, watching bad K-dramas, eating terrible junk food, and slow-dancing to Motown classics. On your side of the apartment, you taught him how to properly make mac-and-cheese, the choreography from the dance scene in ‘House Party,’ and playing the Brandy version of Cinderella until you both were reciting the lines out of context. That little apartment had become a little slice of heaven between two best friends.

Even though your careers had taken off and the cash flow was enough to sustain your own apartments, both of you decided to continue to live together. This apartment was an upgrade: two bedrooms, a studio, an office, and two and a half bathrooms. It was more than spacious but space wasn’t something you wanted from Taehyung.

You checked the clock again. 7:26 AM. He’d be getting out of the shower any minute now. It was time to put your plan into action.

This morning was going to be different. This morning, when you had your awkward bathroom run-in, you were going to tell him how you felt, and no matter the outcome, it was going to be great. Because even if he rejected you, at least you had gotten it off your chest.

Quickly, you rose from bed and began sifting through your closet and many drawers. What does one wear to a moment like this exactly? A robe? No. It looked too rehearsed, too staged. Lingerie? No, that looked even more contrived. Most women didn’t make it a habit to sleep in their extra-special-and-sexy lingerie. You looked down at what you had on: a simple white T-shirt and a pair of grey dolphin shorts. He had seen you in this a million times. You wanted to make a subtle statement. Something that would catch his eye but that wasn’t too obvious.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw it. You had nearly forgotten it was in your room. Taehyung’s favorite shirt: A baby blue Chet Baker shirt that you “borrowed” two weeks prior when you forgot to do your laundry. You quickly took off your T-shirt and slipped it on.

7:28 AM. It was time.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to see a very wet but very handsome man making his way back to his bedroom.

7:29 AM. You flung your bedroom door open.

He wasn’t there. The bathroom door was open but his was closed, and you could hear the faint sound of jazz music slipping from beneath the door. You had missed your chance. Defeated, you headed to the shower.

As the water rained down on you, you began to doubt yourself. It was a foolish, stupid, idea to tell him you were in love with him. Especially so early in the morning. No, you’d wait until tonight to do it. Over dinner. At least, that way, his rejection wouldn’t hurt as much. You could sleep it off and forget it ever happened by the time morning came.

Besides, were you really Taehyung’s type? The man was quoted as saying he liked women who looked like Lily Collins and you were the farthest thing from a white woman with a model-thin body. You had rich brown skin. Thick thighs. Wide hips. A voluptuous body. You two were just friends. If he had wanted to make a move, he would have by now. As you began to rinse off, a familiar voice floated through the air to you.

“Y/N?” Taehyung said softly. You’re too startled to respond. Your name falls from his lips again as you hear the bathroom door open slightly. “Y/N? Hey …”

“Yeah?” You call out from underneath the water.

“I’m stopping by the bakery before work. You want anything?”

“You.” The word climbs its way from your heart into your throat, through your mouth, and slips past your lips without your permission. There isn’t a word for how mortified you feel.

A silence followed. You wished for the ground to swallow you up.

“What was that?” Taehyung asked.

You shook your head. “Blue,” you lied. “A blueberry muffin. I’ve been craving one all week.”

Another silence. Taehyung eventually chuckled and said, “Of course. Anything for my favorite girl.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You leaned against the shower wall and cursed yourself for being so silly. Perhaps he hadn’t heard you at all.

After getting dried and dressed, you find your blueberry muffin and a paper cup of coffee sitting on the kitchen table. You grab your breakfast and head off to your first photoshoot of the day.

You think about Taehyung all day. You call your assistant by his name. You bump into a wall while daydreaming about him. You space out with thoughts of making love to him when he texts you, asking what you would like for dinner. You realize that you’re going to have to tell him.

But not tonight. You couldn't. It just wasn't the right time. The momentum had been lost.

He’s on the other side of the kitchen, at a counter, seasoning the steak you two decided on. You have your back turned to him on the other side, cutting up vegetables. Taehyung begins to revisit your old college days, how much fun the two of you had, and how you ought to reach out to some of your old friends. Just as you’re about to agree with him, five little words find their way out of your mouth instead.

“I’m in love with you.”

Your heart drops. Taehyung is silent.

Clearing your throat, you say, “Olive juice. I mean – oil. We need olive oil. We should really try cooking our steaks in that instead of avocado oil. Mind putting it on the grocery list?”

“Mhm,” he replies and you can hear the soft thud of his feet as he makes his way to the refrigerator, scribbling your request on the large chalkboard hanging from it before he excuses himself to the bathroom.

You didn’t dare to turn around. You couldn’t face him.

Putting the knife down, you head to the fridge to grab a carton of mushrooms when you notice what he’s written on the chalkboard. Olive oil is nowhere to be seen in sight, but six little words are.

‘I’m in love with you too.’

#kpop drabbles #bts #bts x black reader #bts x black girl #kim taehyung #kim taehyung x black girl #v x black girl #v x black reader #bts drabble #kim taehyung x black reader #ambw kpop #fanfic

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kelsijax · 2 years ago

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No Words Said 🌻

It was fall, the red, orange and yellow leaves fell from the the brittle trees as a subtle gust of wind blew pass. At the Jung household Soleil, Solaris, Yo-han and the twins Kwasi and Kai all ranging from ages six to ten laughed and giggled as they played in the leaves that Haja and Haru's dad had just racked up earlier that day, played tag and climbed the tree in the backyard.

"Yo-han's it!" Solaris shouted as all the kids ran from the brown haired boy.

"Oh no far!" Yo-han ran trying to tag one of his cousin's or his sister Solaris.

"Yo-han i didn't know you were this slow" Soleil teased the boy, making him come running toward her.

But their games were interrupted by Yo-han and Solaris' mom.

"Kids grandpa's here." Mae shouted, causing all the kids to stop playing and run into the house removing their shoes as they frantically ran through the house looking for their grandpa.

"I found him!" The twins, Kai and Kwasi yelled in unison. Causing them to run toward the front door where they were met with him grinning and kneeling down prepared for their endless cuddles.

"Papa Hope."

"Gramp Jung"

"Grandpa Hobi"

"Papere"

They all shouted as they ran into his arms covering him in hugs and kisses causing him to do the same.

"Nice to see you guys too." He laughed at his adorable grandchildren. "Have you guys been good for your parents?"

"Yes!" They shouted again.

"No you haven't Kai.'' Kwasi said, angering the little boy.

"You haven't either." Kai clapped back at his brother

"Neither of you have, so stop fighting." Their older sister Soleil said making both the boys stop fighting and look at their sister with their arms crossed.

"It's crazy how much they're like Kwan, it's like having two little Kwan's" Mae said to Kwan's wife, Deja who giggles at her sister-in laws comment as.

"Hello Mr. Jung it's nice to finally see you again." Deja said, giving her father in law a long loving hug, as the rest of the in-laws came following behind her.

"Likewise it is a pleasure to see you again, Miss. Deja."

"It has been a while Mr. Jung, how's everything going?" Mason, Mae's husband, added, shaking Hoseok's hand.

"It's been going." Hoseok shook Mason's hand.

"Did I hear that Mr. Jung was in the house?" Andre, Hye-mi's husband, said coming out of the kitchen with a huge smile on his face.

"The one and only," Hoseok laughed.

"When do we get in on some of this action?" Mae asked

"Right he turned to mister popular and just kicked us to the curb." Hye-mi joked.

"Oh you know I would never. How are my princesses doing?" He opened his arms as his daughters came up hugging him.

"Good, how was it traveling by yourself you know with mom gone and everything, did you make it around okay?" Hye-mi asked.

"It was fine. I got a little lost and confused along the way but I made it." Hoseok answered.

"See, I knew we should have gotten you a chaperon when buying your ticket." Hye-mi said looking over at her husband who told her not to.

"Hye-mi your dad was fine he made it all in one piece, no harm done, because he's a rock" Andre said making Hoseok chuckle a little. "Without anyone's help."

"But you know you should have called, we could have came and got you from the airport." Deja said to which his daughters and son in laws agreed to.

"You guys act like I'm old and brittle, I can take care of myself like Andre said I'm a rock."

"Fine, I'll let it pass this once but next time I'm taking control." Hye-mi said, crossing her arms.

"Hye-mi why do you have to always take control, I'm fine taking care of myself." Hoseok argued.

"Because with mom not around someone has to look after you." Hye-mi said.

"Speaking of mom, I can't believe she's not here" Mason said.

"Yeah it's really sad, I was looking forward to seeing her" Deja agreed.

"I can't believe this is gonna be our first Thanksgiving without her," Mae said with a sad tone.

"Oh stop it, you know she wouldn't want you moping around like that. It's Thanksgiving we're supposed to be happy and thankful." Hoseok said. "Now where's the food? And your brother? It's been offly quiet" He said, trying to lighten the mood and not think about his wife.

"The food isn't done yet. Hye-Mi, Deja and I were just finishing up everything and Kwan and I just left." Mae said.

"What do you mean he left?" Hoseok asked.

"He just dropped us off saying he had to do something then he left." Deja said. "He got a call and said it was urgent.".

"Well that just gives me more time to spend with my wonderful grandkids." Hoseok smiled, finally turning his attention back to the children, picking up Kai and Kwasi, the youngest of the group.

"Yay," they all said as the others followed their grandfather into the family room along with Mason and Andre. "So what do you guys wanna do?" Hoseok asked them as he sat in the lounge chair with Kai and Kwasi sat on his lap and the kids sat around him.

"Let's watch a movie!" Soleil suggested.

"No hide n seek." Kwasi

"No, let's play Jegichagi!" Kai shouted.

"No, one wants to play Jegichagi" Kwasi said causing Kai to pinch him.

"If you guys keep fighting or I'm telling mom." Soleil said, making the boy instantly stop. "Be big kids."

"Seems like you have to break up a lot of fights." Hoseok chuckled at the control she had over her brother's, reminding him of his own sister.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous." The nine year old girl said, making Mason and Andre laugh slightly at her comment.

"Papa Hope I have an idea," Yo-han said, bringing everyone's attention back to the main point.

"Spill it." Hoseok ushered the boy.

"Can you tell us about grandma since she is not here. We should celebrate her." Yo-han said.

"That's a great idea Yo-han." Said the oldest grandchildren, Haru, as his sister Haja followed behind him as they came into the family room. "You've never told us about how you met grandma."

"So y'all have finally decided to make your grand appearance." Their dad Andre said.

"Well if somebody would have told us Hal-abeoji Jung was here we would have come down a long time ago." Haja said, walking over to hug her grandpa with Haru following in suit. Hoseok hugged them as they hugged him tightly. "Do you guys really wanna know about me and grandma's youth?"

"Yeah." The kids, including Mason and Andre, said wanting to know how the Jung family came to be.

"But I wanted to play Jegichagi." Kai pouted.

"We still can after the others hear the story." Hoseok said.

"You promise?" Kai

"Of course bug," Hoseok confirmed, slightly pinching Kai's cheek making him smile.

"But I wanted to play hide n seek" Kwasi said feeling a little jealous about how much attention his brother was getting.

"We can play that too." Hoseok kissed the boy's forehead. "So where should I start?"

"How did you guys meet? Was it love at first sight? Enemies to lovers? Or was it like a love triangle type of thing?" Haja asked.

"Haja you really need to stop reading fanfiction. This is real life." Haru said bring Haja back into reality.

"Can't a girl dream." Haja said irritated.

"Well I can tell you there wasn't a love triangle and we weren't enemies but as for the love at first sight I guess you could say that but it was all one sided." House interrupted.

"What do you mean?" Solaris asked.

"Your grandmother worked at the library with her Aunt Mae and I was captivated by your grandmother's beauty before I knew anything about her.

"Eww" Kai and Kwasi commented, making Soleil glare at them.

"You guys met in a library?" Yo-han asked.

"Wait but why did you even get to America?" Soleil asked.

"You guys are asking for a lot so get comfortable because this is gonna be a long." Hoseok said getting comfortable in the chair.

"See your grandmother was a complicated soul, she craved freedom but wanted security. Her unorthodox personality is what was special about her. She could light up any room she stepped in and all would be captivated. It all started in the year 1969..........."

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leeluvsyoongi · 2 months ago

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방탄 masterlist ˖˚ ꣑ৎ‎

all graphics by mii ꔫ

jungkook 정국 ꣑ৎ‎

soft bf! jungkook x innocent! reader

SERIES

I love you, I'm sorry

part 1 , part 2

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DIE 4 ME

meanie bf! yoongi x innocent! reader

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Birthday Boy

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Kiss me Purple and Blue hcs

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wip :3

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wip :3

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simp4eshal · 2 years ago

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hey I have a question will u ever update “she’s a maneater”?😭

hey !

I don't think so :/ I think of maybe deleting it, because when I started it my mental health was not the best and it somehow got worse lmao? and im also dealing with so much personal problems, I can't get myself to be productive. It's also been so long since I last uploaded it, idk what to do with it.

So sorry to those who were waiting for another part :( won't happen im sorry im sorry

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breezybangtanbebe · 7 months ago

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3D: JJK💋 Part 3

A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.

Tags: Jungkook AMBW fic with original characters. Sex, raw and protected. Masturbation. Oral (female and male receiving) Threesome. PMS pampering .Some girl on girl, fluff and mild plot because theyre lovers after all 😌

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After stewing in the tub until the water was cold and her fingers were wrinkled, Janelle emerged from the bathroom on heavy feet and trudged to her room wrapped in a big fluffy towel.

Times like this, she was grateful to have her room and the privacy to PMS in peace. To sleep naked and air dry without any disturbances.

It wasn't much, four walls packed from corner to corner with most of her belongings. A lot of which Jungkook begrudgingly helped her bring up the stairs to their 5-floor unit when the elevator was too crowded.

Since Kat joined them, upgrading from their one-bedroom to a three-bedroom didn't seem like the best option economically at first thought.

Jungkook was a freelance tattoo artist, occasionally working security with Taehyung to make ends meet.

Janelle was a student between majors, part-time in a department store when she wasn't studying. To save on tuition, Jungkook moved her in and the two lived happily together once he allowed her to organize and give the space some livability and style.

Things were still tight but they were happy.

And then Kat entered the chat.

She had an apartment that was a train ride away, with a roommate that seemed pleasant upon first impression. But something about her inconsiderate company, the way she left dirty dishes in the sink for days that she only cleaned when said company was over, and the consistent ring left around the bathtub when she was done bathing that Kat just couldn't tolerate any longer.

So when things started between the three of them, she spent the majority of her days and nights with them. Mostly with Janelle since Jungkook would be working late at times.

Janelle and Jungkook had a system that Kat appreciated. Both of them cooked and cleaned, and their apartment always smelled good, a mix of marijuana and incense that she found comforting. For a while, Kat's stuff started accumulating in their storage.

Her clothes.

Her shoes.

Her makeup.

After some months of hopping between hers and theirs, it just made sense for her to live with them permanently.

She surprisingly made a lot from bartending, and could easily cover her part of the rent split three ways if they upgraded. So after a few months of looking and waiting, they found a bigger apartment in the same complex.

Sleeping arrangements were fluid, Janelle usually being the one to float between snuggling under Jungkook's big hard body or big spooning in Kat's bed because she knew Kat liked being cuddled as much as she did.

Even when she acted like she didn't.

And then there were those nights when the three of them piled up on the couches with Janelle sandwiched between her partners, letting the TV watch them until someone started snoring.

Usually Jungkook.

It was a happy little life they shared.

But as stated before, Janelle was still grateful for her bed in times like this. When the silence in her room could allow her mind to drift past her discomfort, her body sank deeper into her Downy-scented sheets and blankets.

Flashbacks of several hours ago replayed in her dreams, the detailed recall of Jungkook's scowl of focus trained on the arch in Kat's back rolling in a hazy slow motion.

The sweat dripped down his chest and over his abs.

The dents of his tight grip on Kat's waist.

The ripples of her backside bounced back and forth on her boyfriend's length as she released a moan of release.

The sound of his name in her voice and rumble of curses in his.

All so erotic and enchanting.

And arousing.

Janelle stands in witness of it all, this time not aggravated by the heat or the ache in her womb. But in awe of them.

In envy of them.

The look in both of their eyes when they noticed Janelle watching them was as lust drunk as they were, and Janelle smirked before she fully entered the room.

Shutting the door behind her...

It wasn't until she heard a random alarm on her phone going off that she realized she'd fallen asleep. Sweat coated her skin in a dewy sheen when she came to, reminding her that she hadn't put anything on after her bath.

Gone was the lustful haze clouding her vision, and back was the canopy of fairy lights warmly illuminating her bedroom. The scent of sex is replaced by her candle warmer and the gruff sounds of Jungkook's and Kat's moans are replaced by her panted breaths.

But one thing that did remain, however, was the slickness gathering between her thighs.

A slickness that in her slumber, her fingers explored and submerged themselves in between her lips.

Janelle's brain takes a few seconds to register what is happening, and she abruptly pulls her hand up from her sex to inspect her hand. She sighs in relief to find her index and middle fingers coated in a clear sheen of arousal before tucking her hand back between her legs.

She sighs again, staring at the ceiling before looking towards the door.

There wasn't much noise in the apartment from what she could hear, so she didn't quite know whether she was alone or not. From their conversation earlier, Janelle still half expected Kat and Jungkook to either be gone or getting ready to go to the show.

A hint of sadness washed over her at the thought despite her encouraging it, but it quickly stowed at the unsubtle reminder of her dream.

Spreading her legs wider beneath the covers, Janelle's brow crinkled as she pressed her slippery fingertips against her clit, rubbing over one side of it slowly until she shivered.

Coasting over her bud, her core tightened like a coil and relaxed with a shuddered sigh at how sensitive she was. Over and over her fingers teased until she felt herself on the brink, and she summoned the memory of Jungkook stuffed deeply inside of Kat to push her over the edge.

Janelle lets out a strained moan and her back arches off the bed, her two fingers going still over her clit to allow the full force of her orgasm to take hold of her.

Her walls pulsed needily, thickening the layer of nectar pooling from her entrance as she finally relaxed.

But as she rubbed over herself soothingly, Janelle realized quickly that she needed more.

It wasn't odd for her to be this insatiable at the height of fertility. Everything was sensitive. Her emotions. Her senses. Her body.

Horniness typically came with the pain of the syndrome and Jungkook, being the doting kind of boyfriend he was, figured out rather quickly how to handle his girl during this time of the month.

Speaking of.

"Baby? You awake?"

His muffled voice full of concern through her door was preceded by a couple of light taps against it with his knuckle. Janelle's eyes widen a little, blinking away the tears from her intense release before clearing her throat.

"Y...Yeah. Come in..." she rasps, pulling the blanket up to cover her nudity as if Jungkook hadn't seen her naked a billion times already.

The hinges squeak and he lingers in her doorway after opening it, tilting his head with an empathetic pout on his lips.

"Are you alive?" he smirks, lifting a brow.

Janelle responded to him with a weak smile and nod, giving his height a full upward appraisal as he stepped into her room and towards her bed.

He's dressed in a faded black graphic tee that hugged his biceps at the sleeves, similar to the way his ripped jeans clung to his quads. The single silver chain at his neck dangled as he leaned down to press his lips against Janelle's forehead, squatting beside her bed right after.

"Well, you look pitiful.." he chuckles, brushing stray hairs from her face. His touch did more to her than it usually did, on top of his scent and the warmth of his proximity, and Janelle found herself whimpering softly when he pulled his hand away.

"I feel pitiful. And you smell really good...Getting ready for the show?" her sad eyes lift to lock with his and Jungkook gazes down at her as if she were the most precious being to ever exist.

Biting his lip ring, he shakes his head.

"Naw. No show tonight. Tae already sold the tickets."

Janelle furrows her brow.

"What? Why?" she asks. His eyes go back to all the stubborn flyaways framing Janelle's face, most of them reverting to their natural state from her sweat and steamy bath earlier. He smooths them under his hand affectionately with a nonchalant shrug.

"Because I told him he could. There will be other shows to catch when all three of us can go. Otherwise, what would be the point? And don't even try to argue. Kat agrees. She wasn't trying to leave you here either.." he smirks at the combative look forming on her face. It fades immediately at the definitiveness of his response, and her bottom lip pokes out sourly.

"I told y'all it was ok though. You didn't have to do that. Now I feel bad..." she whines. Jungkook sighs before leaning back in to peck her trembling lips a few times to shut her up. He stills his kiss to run the tip of his nose over hers.

"Hush," he affirms with his lips still close enough for her to feel his smile.

"Now why the hell would I choose spending my night with a bunch of drunk ass metal heads in a dark smokey ass room too small for the people in it, when I could be here with you? Hmm?"

He punctuates the question with another peck against her lips, humming softly before putting just enough space between them to see her face fully.

"Plus Kat's a pain in the ass when she's drunk and there's no way in hell I was gonna deal with that shit alone. So boom. You're stuck with us."

Janelle giggles at the truth in his statement. For someone who worked at a bar and dealt out hundreds of shots a night, Kat was the LAST person you wanted to fool with when she was drunk.

A story for another time.

"You're right. Silly me.." Janelle wrinkles her nose, only adding to the cuteness Jungkook admired quietly. He leans up after a beat, seating himself on the edge of the bed and facing her. He thoughtlessly rested his hand on the curve of her hips cloaked by her blanket as he sighed.

"No shit. Anyway...I came in here to let you know that I was about to hit up 7-Eleven. Anything special you want or need?" He tilts his head with interest, his large hand stroking over the fuzz draping her curves.

Janelle thought about it for a few seconds, a plethora of things coming to mind that she was sure to want from her favorite convenience stop. But with the taste of her man still fresh on her lips and the memory of his shallow breathing warming them, her thoughts were clouded.

More like a debilitating fog in Jungkook's case. His face, his voice, his smell, his taste, and his touch were all-consuming.

Even now, his fingers spread over the roundness of her ass and come suspiciously close to the slit leading straight to her sex, a part of her that would be screaming his name if it could speak.

No, there was no way she could think of anything she wanted beyond him right now.

She pondered silently as her thoughts jumbled, all while Jungkook watched her warily with mild concern and amusement.

"Is it that hard of a question?" He chuckles and Janelle joins him in a bashful giggle of her own.

"No." She shakes her head.

"I just can't think of anything when I want so many things right now.." she looks away shyly. She reaches

Jungkook inches closer to the bed, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he hooded his gaze on her.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Kisses? Please?.." Janelle whispers against his idled lips with begging eyes locked on his sultry gaze. She pulls her hand from under the blanket to curl around the side of his neck to emphasize her need, pulling herself up to meet him where he was.

Jungkook lets a little growl vibrate between them before going back in to part her lips with his slowly. Janelle moaned softly when his tongue teased hers, compelling her to lean up more to secure her cling to him.

This causes the fuzzy throw blanket to fall from her chest, exposing her nudity to the cool air around them. Jungkook doesn't seem to notice until his hand slides over her ticklish ribs though.

He pulls back in slight surprise at the feel of her smooth skin under his fingers, leaving Janelle chasing his lips.

"Nell..Where yo clothes at?" He breathes, skimming his touch over her side. His thumb brushes the underside of her boob just barely, but it's enough to make her nipples harden under his watchful eye.

A blush floods through her entire body at the way she felt him tracing her curves, and she allows him to discard the blanket completely for further confirmation.

His brows shoot up immediately.

"Oh damn. You naked naked. I at least expected panties.." he chuckles, his hand going to run over her thick thighs.

"It's too hot for panties. I'm all achy and sensitive. You know how I get.." she tries to defend her scarceness pointlessly, making Jungkook's curiosity and mischief mount.

"Mmhmm.." he dismisses her as his hand travels to the dip between her knees.

Her legs remained pressed together as if she were afraid of him to see how much of a mess she already was. She should have known better than to do that though.

With little effort, Jungkook pushes her knees apart, exposing her most private parts to him hopelessly.

His brows lift unsubtly at the way Janelle's pussy bloomed the prettiest shade of pink he'd ever seen. Her clit peaked between her lips, still shiny and swollen, while the rest of her sex glistened in the warmly lit room.

Not that he was surprised by it. After being with her for a while, he had never experienced a woman being so excitable near her time of the month. He wasn't at all squeamish and didn't mind running a red light now and then if she was comfortable with it. But it was the week before that he loved because she was always outrageously wet and sensitive. It drove him insane.

Thoughtfully, he glances down at his attire before shooting up and away from the bed.

She hears him call for Kat from her doorway and Kat responds loudly from across the apartment.

"Kat!"

Some time ago...

"Kat?"

Janelle stares at herself in uncertainty in the mirror in the bathroom, scrutinizing herself harshly in her mind.

She takes a few steps back to get a full-body view, turning to the side and sucking in uselessly before exhaling loudly and turning back up to the mirror.

"Kat!?" Janelle's voice breaks when she yells this time.

A few seconds after passing the doorway, Kat backtracks and pokes her head in curiously at the sound of Janelle calling to her with lifted brows.

"What, what happened?..... Oooooh sexy mama..." She grins, immediately distracted by the way the low-cut white latex dress conformed to Janelle's curves.

Tonight was the New Year's Eve party, hosted by one of Jungkook's friends on the rooftop of some 5-star hotel uptown. The theme was 'Brand New', calling for all-white attire.

Kat's general disgust was felt at such news, seeing as how white was one of the hues she'd worn the least in her lifetime. But that didn't stop her from tossing together a sexy little ensemble that still showed her edgy side.

She's in her short white body con wrap dress with the sides cut to reveal most of her slender torso. Kat was more on the slimmer side so dresses that showed more always felt less forgiving on Janelle, in her opinion.

Even now in her dress, she felt overly aware of how the little bulge of her lower tummy seemed more noticeable, as well as how wide her hips were.

Janelle accepts Kat's praise with an impish smile that falters the moment she notes how flawless Kat's makeup looks. Her smokey eyes and dark lips, offsetting her bright hair had her looking like a sexy vampire. Totally on theme while remaining on brand for Kat. She looked gorgeous and for the first time since Kat had moved in, Janelle felt oddly intimidated by it.

"Ugh look at you...I suck so much at this "Bad Bitch" stuff.." she huffs. She returns her attention to her reflection and grimaces in dissatisfaction at her makeup. Which by anyone else's standards looked just as good as Kat's but let her hormones tell, she was a potato.

Kat frowns at her expression.

"Um...what?" she chuckles, stepping into the bathroom.

She stops behind Janelle and observes her reflection with her over her shoulder. From what she could see, what Janelle said was far from the truth. Her makeup was perfectly done as it always was. Her skin had an airbrushed finish, highlights, and contours blended seamlessly. Her lips were plump and nude.

"Janelle, what the fuck are you talking about?." Kat snarls and Janelle huffs pitifully.

"I don't know. I'm just not feeling it at all. When I bought this dress, it fit me way differently. Now I feel like I'm busting out of it and nothing else looks right either."

Apart from her disproval of her how her dress fit, and her makeup, Janelle couldn't seem to figure out what she wanted to so with her hair.

She'd blown it out and straightened it the night before and she'd just unwrapped it. Middle part? Side part? Up-do? Half up, half down? Beach waves or bone straight?

She lacked the vision and motivation to obtain one since nothing else about her look seemed to come together the way she imagined it. Kat stood by, listening to Janelle degrade her looks for only a few more seconds before cutting her off.

"Alright. Enough of that. You sound crazy." Kat dismisses her with a shake of her head. She abruptly steps around and grabs Janelle by the shoulders so that she's facing her head.

She assessed Janelle's makeup for herself, deeming it flawless before inspecting her hair.

Her eyes go up and focus on her finger combing through the front of her head to find the natural flow and fall of her delicately cut layers until she's satisfied.

"There..just let it flow like this. Natural and pretty.." Kat comments distractedly as she brushes a stray strand of hair from Janelle's face without disturbing her perfectly shaped eyebrows and the style she'd just created.

As she did, Janelle's gaze fell to her lips. Kat's complexion always reminded me of a caramel macchiato after twirling her straw around a few times. And the cinnamon freckles dotting her face were just visible beneath her foundation, intentional.

But her lips were lined and filled perfectly with MAC Ximal's deep maroon shade that reminded her of a Rubicon Spray rose in full bloom.

"Why are you so pretty Kat?" Janelle asks in a small voice, sounding as if she were on the brink of tears. Kat's expression hardened at the tremble in Janelle's tone.

"I ingest the souls of my enemies. Oh and sunscreen. What's your secret?" she deadpans, going back to playing in Janelle's hair as she laughs.

"Hmmph...maybe I should give that a try." her laughter tapers as she turns her head to examine her reflection. Before she can say anything negative, Kat nudges her cheek to bring her attention back to her.

"Don't start that. Now what's going on with you? How do you not know how fucking beautiful you are Belly?"

"Belly?" Janelle scrunches her nose at the new nickname in amusement. Kat nods.

"Yeah. Short for Jelly Belly. I've been calling you that in my head for months, it just finally slipped out." she shrugs, and Janelle's head tips back as she lets out another round of laughter.

"Oh? Because I'm chubby?" she jokes but Kat doesn't join her laughing. It wasn't a secret to anyone that Janelle was feeling a bit fuller than usual tonight, PMS bloating being the culprit. But no one minded it as much as she did.

And damn sure had nothing to do with the pet name, even though it ironically sounds like it did.

"No...jelly beans are just one of my favorite candies. And you are undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Your vibe, your face, your body is perfect to me.."

"So I remind you of a jelly bean?" Janelle could not help but laugh, picturing the curved round stubby little morsel of sugar in her mind.

"More or less. It was the first thing I thought of when I saw you for the first time. You were dressed so bright and bubbly, I said to myself 'This girl is way too sweet looking for a place like this...' "

"Funny...I thought the same thing when I saw you." Janelle perks her brow, bravely reaching for Kat's slim waist and reciprocating the possessive hold she had on her. Kat's mouth forms a grim line of disagreement.

"Yeah yeah...Anyway.Stop calling yourself fat. It's annoying. Id die for a body like yours." she pouts, stroking Janelle's curves appreciatively over the slick material of her dress.

"And I'd rather have yours. You look so good in whatever you wear, Kat. Meanwhile how I look depends on whether my uterus hates me for not being pregnant." Janelle mirths.

Kat laughs at that, relating to her pain all too well. Although since having her IUD, she hadn't experienced the same pain and discomfort that came with womanhood in a while, she still empathized.

It might have been true that what she felt wasn't all in her head and the way her white dress hugged her every curve didn't ease her insecurity. But as far as Janelle's body looking any less perfect to her, she disagreed wholeheartedly.

"Are you kidding? Janelle, your body proportions are perfect. Dead serious. This ass? You know how many people stop to watch you walk by out in public? I do it here and I know Jungkook does. Hell, whenever I see you walking around in those Tweetie Bird shorts, I just wanna stop you, bend you over bite it. It makes sense why Jungkook can't keep his hands off you."

Janelle starts to deny Kat's claims but remains silent when the ginger's eyes fall to the heavy globes filling the designated cups of latex in her bosom.

Kat's hands lift slowly from her waist, cupping the shape of her breasts tenderly.

"Or these..." her thumbs coast over Janelle's responsive nipples, and they harden on contact right before her eyes.

"They're so fucking pretty, I just wanna hold them in my mouth until you melt..." she mouths distractedly, still rubbing over Janelle's nipples in a mini trance. Janelle watched her hands work, squeezing her tits until she couldn't hold back her little restrained moan anymore. Among other parts of her changing body during this time, Janelle's nipples were at their most sensitive now.

Kat releases her at the sound, her bold hands returning to hold Janelle's waist. She shakes her head sheepishly.

"Sorry...that was kinda gay.." she jokes as if everyone didn't already know how 'gay' Kat was. So gay in fact that the index and middle digits on her dominant hand were always the only nails she kept short whenever she got them done.

Janelle noticed that immediately.🌚

"It's ok.." Janelle rasps, clearing her throat and they both share a laugh that fades out the moment they lock eyes again. Janelle is first to look away shyly, shaking off her emotions and releasing them with a sigh.

"Thank you...no one has ever said anything like that to me before." she lifts her eyes slowly, meeting Kat's incredulous expression.

"I doubt that. Your mans over here says all kinds of nasty stuff to you, I'm sure."

"Yeah but..it's different with you. Men will say anything for a chance to get a woman's pants. Jungkook doesn't have to sweet talk me but he knows what it'll get him if he does. But you...I can tell you mean that."

Janelle didn't consider herself a lesbian or bisexual early on.

Never had been and never desired to be one when being with men felt like enough. Sure, she found women attractive, often finding herself staring at the ones she found most captivating. But never did she think of herself as a woman that was into women.

Until she saw Katya.

Spotting her working the bar with such skill and confidence, dancing freely with other bartenders, and flirting with patrons, there were things about the slightly androgynous personality with soft feminine facial features that made her the exception.

Still stroking Janelle's temple affectionately, Kat smirks.

"Hmm...and can you tell how much I wanna kiss you right now?" The tip of her tongue peaks and curls out the side of her mouth salaciously, tilting her head with interest.

"What's stopping you?" Janelle breathes after a beat, her lips remaining parted in anticipation of Kat's next move.

Leaning in, Kat's dark lips press over Janelle's nude and glossy pout, both of them sighing in tandem.

Kat sucks on the fattest lip softly, staining Janelle with her lipstick before opening her up to explore her with her tongue. Janelle's lashes fluttered at the way Janelle made her feel dominated in the way kissed her, parting her lips wider for her to deepen her dive. Kat slides a hand over Janelle's neck and locks her in place, making Janelle moan softly against her.

The two stood there for what felt like a while, kissing and exploring each other's curves with tentative touches, tuning out anything that wasn't between them. Even the heavy sounds of footsteps echoing in the hallway.

"Hey, Yall almost ready?...Whoa..." Jungkook pauses mid-step in the open bathroom doorway, unbuttoning the cuff of his crisp white denim jacket's sleeve.

Jungkook's take on the theme was very true to his nature. He wore an all-white Calvin Klein set, jacket, and jeans, with a loosely tucked white v-neck. His silver chain and rings accent the outfit with a pop of glitz that's offset by his overall monochromatic aesthetic. Simple and sexy.

But damn all of that. He just walked in on two fine-ass women tongue-kissing in his bathroom.

Kat pulled away from Janelle's lips to turn around, leaving her kissing partner's head spinning and eyes fluttering as she came back to earth. Noting Jungkook's astounded expression, Kat smirks devilishly. She licks her lips before shooting Janelle a glance.

"What was that Kook?" she asks him, knowing full and well, she'd heard him.

Jungkook blinked distractedly, replaying the image of bliss and pleasure on Janelle's face when Kat licked passionately at her mouth. Blood rushes in his veins excitedly, most of it gathering just below the elastic of his CK boxer briefs, pulsing in time with his heart.

"I..was just asking if you two were..ready," he responds, smirking at his pause when Janelle blushed behind Kat, looking away guiltily.

"Yeah, almost. Was just helping Nell with her makeup..." she says smoothly, cheekily turning back to Janelle to make her blush even harder.

"Why? Did you need something?" she tosses back to him, insinuating that he was interrupting.

"Nope." He shakes his head, not making any moves to leave. Seeming as if they were now at a standstill, Kat turned to him, her shoulders squared as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Ok..well?.." she trails off, her eyes pointing beyond where Jungkook was standing, a challenge clear in her frisky glare.

Jungkook's brows go up again and the corners of his mouth droop as if he were genuinely impressed by her bold attempt at dismissing him.

Janelle wasn't far off when she said he and Kat were just alike. While they got along well enough over the past few weeks of her living with them, Jungkook did notice that when it came to Janelle...

They had a bit of a territorial streak he knew they would need to work out.

He wasn't invasive nor was he a creep, but he did start to understand the appeal of seeing his partner being loved on by someone else.

Someone he didn't have to compete with.

Someone who was beginning to be as frustratingly attractive the longer she was around.

But one thing Kat wasn't about to do, no matter how sexy she looked with Janelle, was run him off in his own apartment.

"Well... no need to rush perfection. Carry on.." he states, propping his shoulder against the door frame with his thumbs tucked in his pockets, getting cozy and showing he had no intention of leaving them to it. Kat smirked at his stubbornness, finding it more amusing than anything as she scoffed.

"Anyway...how long till the car pulls up?" she asks and Jungkook lifts his wrist to examine his watch.

"Uhhh...less than an hour."

Kats nods in understanding, turning back to Janelle.

"Alright...You got it from here or you still need my help?" she asks, knowing she implied more than just aiding Janelle in getting ready for the night.

"I...I think I got it." she stammered with a shy smile, having its usual effect on Kat as she nodded again.

"K...well, you know where to find me." she winks, patting Janelle's booty before turning away.

When facing Jungkook, Kat looks him up and down before giving him a muted look of disgust that makes him grin.

"You look nice.." he complimented her as she squeezed past him.

"Shut up." She poked Jungkook's side with her pointy nail as she passed, making him cough and clutch his rib protectively, sticking his tongue out at her back childishly.

Janelle chuckles breathily and rolls her eyes.

"Yall should just bang and it over with. Put me out of my misery..." she smirks and Jungkook wrinkles his nose.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mmmhmm...Ok, what do you think?" she does a little spin for him, masking her former insecurities well enough for the question to just sound like a question. When she stops, she's back facing the mirror, that look of uncertainty still in her eyes.

Jungkook regards her softly for a moment before approaching slowly, appraising her from head to toe with his lip tucked between his teeth. He joins her at the mirror, stooping to rest his chin on her shoulder and wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

His hand widens over her belly, stroking the little pudge affectionately as he locks eyes with her reflection.

"I think you're perfectly gorgeous. Like always. This dress is sexy on you..." he remarks, kissing her shoulder.

"Really?" Janelle lights up at his compliment and he nods.

"Mmhmm..You look sexy in white." he looks up at her suggestively, pressing himself against her plump ass for emphasis.

His hands were sneaky at first but the unsubtle feeling of him rolling up her dress just enough for him to be able to cup her sex with his fingers stroking the seam of her lips through her panties.

She was wet and it was evident in the way her panties barely shielded her from the friction Jungkook's steady hand caused. Janelle's back melts against Jungkook's chest, her head falling against his shoulder as she gasped.

"Do you feel sexy?" he murmurs, kissing her shoulder again. His fingers continued to rub her mound, focusing on the little hill of her clit that was hardening and beginning to poke through the seam of her lips. Janelle shook when he rubbed her harder, a whispered 'yes' coming out in a soft moan that only Jungkook could hear.

He smirks, nosing through her hair until he's able to plant a kiss on her neck. He tucks her straightened tresses behind her ear carefully to gain better access to her skin, suckling and nibbling until the evidence was just barely visible if anyone looks hard enough.

Soon after, his mischievous hand abandons its tease to begin fixing her dress. The latex-like material rolls back down her thighs with a little 'snap' of confirmation.

"Good. Hold on to that feeling. I'll take care of you when we get back home.." Jungkook straightens up, placing a careful kiss to her temple before leaving her standing at the mirror with her core clenching and sexually, keyed up from the way both he and Kat had just handled her.

Like putty.

Janelle exhales, shaking off the arousal and regaining her focus on finishing getting ready. She scans the counter littered with makeup products and the flat iron that was still warm from styling her hair. She then looks back at herself in the mirror with keen eyes.

Despite being flustered by Kat's intervention and Jungkook's gentle teasing, her makeup and hair were well intact.

Well, apart from that dark rouge tint blending with her nude-toned lips, and the way Jungkook had tucked her hair behind her ear to expose the faint love bite he'd left her. Flaunting the marks of both of her dates tonight would dispel any insecurities she felt several minutes before. It made her feel sexier than ever feeling so claimed and desired by both of them.

As if they'd done what they did on purpose, a collaborative effort to make sure she felt just as good as she looked.

If so, they worked well together.

Back to the present...

"KAT!"

"WHAT?!"

"C'mere!" He yells, still leaning out of Janelle's bedroom doorway. Cool air from the hall seeped into the room, pricking her skin with goosebumps. She pulled the blanket back up to cover herself, blinking curiously with a frown as she watched Jungkook.

Seconds later, Kat appeared in front of Jungkook, dressed in only a beige Nike sports bra and black sweats rolled up at the waist. Her wild mane of fire sat on top of her head in a messy ponytail, her glare fixed on Jungkook.

"What?" She huffs again, visibly irritated and Jungkook leans in to whisper something to her. She looks to Jungkook warily but doesn't stop him from speaking. Janelle's brow crinkled at them.

Gradually, Kat's scowl fades the longer Jungkook's mouth moves at her ear and her eyes go to Janelle midway.

Then she smirks.

Not just a normal smirk either. There was a hunger in her expression that sent a frenzy of excitement to bloom between Janelle's thighs just from the way Kat's gaze scanned her lounging body shielded by her blanket.

Kat's bottom lip tucks between her teeth when Jungkook pulls away from her. He gives her a knowing look with lifted brows.

"You got it?" he says and Kat looks to him reluctantly, nodding and nudging him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I got it."

"You sure?" Jungkook doesn't budge, being the brick wall he was, and Kat sighs.

"Yes! Would you just go? I got it.." she tips her chin to point over his, emphasizing his dismissal with another shove at his shoulder and muscular arm. At her eagerness for him to leave, Jungkook chuckles. Shaking his head, he glances back at Janelle.

"I'll be back baby. Text me if you think of something."

"Ok," Janelle responds softly, still tucked shyly below her blanket with longing eyes that move from him to Kat slowly.

Jungkook leaves them alone, the jingling of his keys fading to nothing as the front door shutting sealed the women in their apartment.

Kat approaches Janelle's bedside, taking Jungkook's place by squatting at the head of her bed. She reaches out to cup Janelle's cheek, rubbing her bottom lip with the pad of her thumb.

"Hey Belly..." Kat all but whispers, her sexy rasp pulling all of Janelle's attention to her touch.

"Hey.." she sighs and Kat smiles softly.

Her hand moves to remove the elastic band from Janelle's hair gently, pulling it until her dark brown waves fanned out over her pink satin-covered pillow.

"Your hair is curling back up." Kat remarks observantly, brushing her fingertips over Janelle's hairline.

"I know...I was sweating too much today." Janelle whines and Kat shakes her head.

"I don't know why you bother straightening it in the summer. You should just wear it curly," she says, running her fingers through her hair, her nails gently detangling the curly and straight strands as she spoke.

"Your hair is so thick and healthy. A break from the heat wouldn't hurt at all.."

"Mmhmm.." Janelle hummed, relishing in her girlfriend's touch. It differs greatly from Jungkook in ways she couldn't explain, but it affected her the same.

Janelle sighed as she got lost in Kat's doting touch, leaning into her hand while she played in her hair.

She wondered vaguely what Jungkook said to her before he left but her mind was too jumbled by hormones to ask. She whimpers at the soothing feeling of Kat's fingernails scraping her scalp, her eyelids drooping.

"Kook says you're still hurting pretty bad..." Kat's sultry rasp strummed in Janelle's ears like a Spanish guitar. She nods wordlessly, her brows inverting into a pitiful expression as she opens her eyes. Kat's gaze warmed over her, her lips pouting.

"Want me to make it better?" She asks, despite having received clear instructions from Jungkook on how to take care of their girl.

Her other hand curls over the dip of Janelle's waist, gently tugging at the blanket covering her upper body. Janelle gasped as she is slowly revealed to Kat, whose eyes glazed over with lust the moment they made contact with her skin.

Janelle laid on her back with her hands resting over her breasts, thoughtlessly playing with her nipples as Kat scanned her body.

"How.." Janelle begins but her question halts the second Kat scoots closer to her on the bed, leaning over her. She licks her lips, her attention falling to Janelle's dainty fingers toying with her stiffening peaks.

"Kook told me he used to help you when you were in pain like this all the time." she exhales, one of her hands wrapping around Janelle's wrist to pull it away from her chest. Kat pins it to the mattress.

"He did...but you don't have t.." Janelle stammers, going silent at the sudden press of Kat's lips against hers.

"Hmm? What did he use to do?" She asks uselessly against her lips, eliciting a soft moan from Janelle. The sheets and blankets rustled as she pressed her thighs together, a helpless attempt at easing the ache growing between them.

Kat noticed and knew full and well what the doting boyfriend she'd witnessed him being numerous would do in this situation. His words from a minute ago were clear.

Do whatever you gotta do.

Just make her cum..

She'd be lying in saying the way the words sounded coming from his growl of a whisper didn't make her walls clench. But she'd ignore it in favor of making Janelle feel good. She only asked her because she liked the way Janelle would stammer when asked to talk dirty.

She was so shy sometimes, it was adorable. Kat hummed questioningly to remind Janelle to respond by licking over her tongue.

"He...he would just take care of me." Janelle mouths.

"You know, massage my back...Rub my legs...Touch me..and stuff.."

Janelle's voice faded as a sudden shyness took hold, but that didn't stop her hand from clenching into a fist, her other squeezing her nipple hard until she gasped.

If she could, she'd be touching herself as she was before, less to answer the question and more to quell the simmering need for stimulation between her legs. Obeying her body, Janelle pulls her trapped wrist from Kat's hold to push it beneath the blanket to cup her pussy. She leans up slightly and sighs in relief at her touch, pressing her fingers against her clit.

With a whine and a bite of her lip, Janelle told her attentive girlfriend all she needed to know.

Pulling away, Kat's gaze falls to where Janelle's hand disappeared under the blanket, lifting her brows slowly in intrigue.

With her tongue poking at the corner of her mouth, Kat looks back up at Janelle's flustered and lustful expression with a smirk.

"Lay back." she chuckles, nodding towards the head of Janelle's bed. She reluctantly obeys, too weak and needy to protest as Kat climbs on to join her. She straddles Janelle's waist, hovering over her to block out the brightness of the fairy lights dangling above them.

The blanket is pulled away completely from Janelle's body, confirming what Jungkook mentioned before leaving them, and her eyes darken.

Unlike her petite and lithe body with just enough curves to be appreciated, Janelle's body type was a little further right on the scale. Full breasts that sagged gorgeously from the gravity of laying back, with the prettiest sand dollar-sized cocoa brown areoles Kat had ever seen.

Her curves were artistic, sloping from her ribcage and bowing out to wide enviable hips that she knew Jungkook loved to hold. Hell, so did she. And her skin was always smooth and supple, even after going pruney in the tub.

"Have your tits always been this big or am I trippn?" Kat thinks aloud with her attention on Janelle's heaving chest. The question catches her off guard and Janelle drops her chin to inspect herself as if she didn't have these boobs for the better half of her life.

Kat's hand slides over Janelle's skin until she's cupping the brown globe in the curve of her palm, watching it jiggle slightly with satisfaction.

"Awww they're so swollen baby. I never noticed them getting like that before.." she adds and the comment alone had Janelle's nipples hardening under her fixed gaze.

"It's ok if I touch you right? I know I'm not Jungkook but I think I can help you feel better the way he did if you'd let me.."

Janelle scoffs in amusement at her words.

"Girlfriends ask their girlfriends if they can touch them?" She jokes and Kat shrugs.

"Good girlfriends do. Plus I want you to be comfortable. We've never done anything like this before. At least not without Jungkook."

Janelle thought about it, considering how she felt about Kat amidst their unique relationship.

To the grand majority of folks on the outside looking in, the idea of two women sharing a man was preposterous. Many stated that the only person benefiting from it of the three was Jungkook, but that was so far from the truth.

Janelle didn't feel like she was sharing Jungkook with Kat. If anything, she was the one being shared, more so that they had equal claims to each other in different ways. Some sexual. Some emotional. But all consensual and understood clearly.

Her relationship with Kat was no exception.

She was attracted to her physically from the moment she saw her creamy tawny complexion freckled with cinnamon all over.

Her favorite drink...

She was bold and feisty despite her size and Janelle felt safe with her. She was as much a lover as she was a friend, making it easier for her to accept her into her heart and relationship.

She had feelings for Kat in the way she loved Jungkook, which was what made their dynamic work.

But with all of that being said, they'd never had sex exclusively.

Ever.

Kissing, touching, and watching the other get railed by their boyfriend aside.

Kat awaited Janelle's response, keeping her hands above the blanket patiently.

"Of course it's ok. Touch me..please.. " she rushed to say all needy and breathless.

Kat smirks at the sound before running her hand back down to Janelle's open thighs, joining her hand. Janelle moves it and her mouth gapes slowly in reaction to Kat's fingers dipping inside of her, collecting her arousal to rub over her clit.

Janelle tenses and relaxes on contact, arching up from the mattress slightly.

"Ughhh yes.." she shudders. Kat's smirk widens to a grin as she rubbed her fingers over Janelle's stiffening clit. She strums over it with increased pressure and speed that has Janelle panting and moaning as if she were already close to cumming.

She gets extra sensitive before her period starts. Extra wet. Extra horny.

It'll be easy...

Jungkook's voice chimed in Kat's mind. He wasn't lying. Janelle was on the brink of coming undone and Kat had barely done anything to her. Her moans compelled Kat to move down her body, inching closer to the apex of her thighs to get into a sniper position between her legs.

Janelle propped up on her elbows and swallowed heavily as she watched Kat get into the intimate position. Kat could detect Janelle tensing slightly, and she glanced up from her shadowed folds to lock eyes with her.

"Calm down Belly, I got you.." She soothed as her mouth brushed against Janelle's vulva.

Kat's tongue glances over her lips, eyes up and fixed on the way Janelle's jaw slowly slackens. She expected her to taste as sweet as the nickname she'd given her. More than likely due to her hormones, the slick glossing Janelle's folds pulled and dangled from Kat's tongue when she pulled away for a look.

Janelle's petals were just as pretty, blooming the more Kat spread them. Her eyes fell shut as she focused on her taste lingering on her taste buds.

She goes in again, licking her deeper to part her and taste the arousal gathering at her entrance. Janelle watches closely with her hooded gaze fixed on the way Kat's peachy pink pierced tongue disappeared and reappeared between her swollen lips.

When the ball of the tongue ring presses against her clit, Janelle gasps and bites her lip. Kat's eyes opened and returned to her face, but she never paused. She never stops.

One thing about Kat, she knew her way around a pussy. Considering she had one herself, of course, as well as her past experiences with being intimate with women.

Her tongue is wet and fast-moving over Janelle's sensitive bud, rosy pink and swollen from the intense arousal. Every flick felt electrifying and it wasn't very long from the moment she began licking her pussy that Janelle was gasping sharply at the explosion of release.

Her back arched from bed and her legs trembled over Kat's shoulders, her voice frayed and breathy as she came down.

Feeling her relax, Kat's relentless tongue slows to a soothing flat lick up and down Janelle's sex, tasting her cum and easing the delicious taper of her orgasm.

Jungkook was right. That didn't take long at all, and while Kat could have just chalked that up to her skill, she knew it had more to do with how sensitive Janelle already was.

"Good?" She mouths, her eyes on Janelle's drunken expression. Her girlfriend merely nods, her eyelids drooping from deepening fatigue.

"So good...my god.." she sighs weakly, blinking slowly.

Kat's ego swelled with pride at her words, her gaze dropping to Janelle's glistening pussy with another question popping up in her brain.

"Jungkook ever make you cum that fast?" She teased, leaning in to plant a soft wet kiss against Janelle's clit. When Kat's lips latched onto it softly, Janelle's left keg twitched.

"Ah!.. I'm not telling...you for his pride's sake.." Janelle struggled to say as Kat suckled her overly sensitive bud against her tongue. Kat chuckles, her voice vibrating her heat deliciously before she lifts her head.

"Say less.." she smirks knowingly.

Her gaze falls back to Janelle's pussy, which was still throbbing and shiny inches from her face.

"Just so you know..." she pauses to flick her tongue over her clit again just to hear Janelle moan one more time.

"Your pussy tastes really good. No wonder why Kook volunteers to stick his face down here. I can't blame him one bit.." she shakes her head. Janelle rolls her sleepy eyes, finally giving in to fall back against her pillow with a heavy sigh.

"Shut up." she giggles breathlessly, running her hands over her face. Kat watched her fondly, a soft smile parting her wet lips. She starts to lick them when a naughty idea pops in her head

"Im foreal..Here.."

Kat climbed over Janelle's body, pinning her with her stare as she leaned in to kiss her. As if to prove she wasn't joking, Kat feeds Janelle the taste of her cum from her tongue to hers, licking into her mouth as sinuously as before until Janelle pulls away to breathe.

"Oh fuck..that was so nasty and sexy...I can't.." she huffs, making Kat laugh.

"Mmhmm. Feel better?" she asks genuinely after a beat, pussy breath and all, and Janelle looks up at her. She nods sheepishly with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, keeping that perfectly sexy smile on Kat's face.

Janelle blinked, marveling at how beautiful Kat's smile really was. She didn't do it much, sporting a rather sexy RBF the majority of the time.

It was a shame.

She had one of the most beautiful smiles Janelle had ever seen.

Feeling magnified under Janelle's softening stare, Kat's smile fades.

"Um...Well, good."

She pecks her lips once more for good measure before hopping up from the bed. Janelle sat up with a confused frown as Kat fixed her oversized sweats on her hips before raking her nails up her nape as she set off to leave the room.

"Wait...Where are you going?" Janelle calls after her just as Kat reaches the open doorway.

"To cook you something." Kat looks back at her over her shoulder with a hand resting on the doorframe. Janelle's pout drops into a skeptical frown.

"But you don't cook Kat." she narrowed her eyes and Kat's wide and stunned eyes scanned the room.

She was right. Kat couldn't cook to save her life and that was another reason she hopped on the opportunity to move in. Janelle and Jungkook were the cooks of the relationship while Kat gladly cleaned up after.

They all knew better than to allow her near a stove.

"Ok, To order you something then.." she repeats her tone and Janelle laughs.

Her body drops into the pillows and plushies at the head of her bed with a sigh of relief that Kat resented but understood. Janelle yawned before rolling onto her stomach, pulling her fuzzy blanket over her body.

"Thank God. Chickf ila, please? You know what I like.." she lays her head down, hugging the pillow. Kat bites down on her grin as she nodded, wishing she could cuddle up with Janelle some more to play in her hair, suck on her nipples and tease her clit until she came again. Her pussy ached to touch as well and she'd love to feel Janelle's timid touches on her wetness, then offering to lick it off of her fingers after she made her cum too.

Maybe later though. She was already dozing off.

"Anything for my Belly. Go to sleep. I'll be back." Kat rats her knuckles against the door frame before exiting Janelle's bedroom.

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misbangtan · 2 years ago

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We will miss you and Wait for for as long as you need us to Hobi but I can’t wait for October 17 2024

Come back safely and stay healthy and don’t worry we will miss you so very much but I know you’re doing amazing things for your country. You have an amazing heart and a beautiful soul and I love that you give help to any and everybody that needs it Army I know it’s hard, but don’t be sad they will come back to us trust and believe in what the BTS members say they have never stirred us wrong, in the past, so we should leave them now and trust in their words if anyone needs anything, I’m here I will mess up all the BTS members when they go to the military, but I know they will come back even stronger than what they are now, and they will keep making history in breaking records. No matter if other people like it, or do you not like it, but come back safely Hobi we love you 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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joonslfttiddie · 20 days ago

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Chapter 51: My First…

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW/Paranormal

💜Warnings: Sex/Smut/Filth/Adult Content/Adult language/Sexual Content/Male|Male/Anal Prep/Oral Sex (M|M)/Unprotected Sex/Brief Bondage/BDSM/Harness/Collar/Mention of Death/Mention of Murder/Magik

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 5,944

Hoseok’s POV

“Are you going to tell her about the painting?”

We are standing across the room from Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin, speaking privately about what we saw on that canvas. Just thinking back, envisioning it in my mind, sends chills up my spine all over again. For some reason, this feeling still doesn’t compare to how I felt looking at it this morning after it had dried. I probe Yoongi about the picture he’d painted the day of the incident when Jason was killed in our home.

“What is there to tell? At first, I interpreted the chaos of the portrait as a symbol of what my heart and mind were feeling at the time. My thoughts and feelings were all over the place, some dark shit, some hopeful, but all were full of uncertainty. This is not something I’m ready to fully admit to myself, much less to Tia.”

“Bro, I get that, but there has to be a reason as to why, shit, HOW, you were able to perfectly capture the scene from earlier so vividly before it even happened. That can’t be a coincidence,” Jungkook adds. “Look at all of the things Tia can do and the things she has seen. If you can take comfort in telling anyone about it, it should be her. And she loves you. She would want to know your true feelings.”

The painting showed Tia levitating mid-air with what looked like a tornado swirling around her. Pieces of debris rode the wind, just like they had earlier. She wore the same clothes, and red faces could be seen emerging from the storm, with clawed hands scratching up at her bare feet. Even her face was hers, yet not–it was the eyes. Something in them, hauntingly unfamiliar.

“I agree that there is no fucking way that it was done by chance, but how do you bring something like that up? You know? I don’t know how it happened or what it means, so how would I explain it to her? Did I manifest that moment from the picture I created? Did I cause this, or was it a warning?” Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, clearly torn.

“Damn, bro,” Jungkook added, kneading at the back of Yoongi’s neck. “You don’t have the answers. We get that. But Tia might. Or Tilly. Or one of us. You’re not in this alone, Min.”

I place a hand on Yoongi’s arm. “Just think about it. You’ve been honest with her about everything else—don’t let this become a wedge. We’ve been doing well with this relationship, though it’s not been perfect. We’re still learning and growing with each other. However, we do know this is not the type of foundation you want to build our love on.”

“‘Aight,” he finally agrees, “Tomorrow. She’s been through enough, and it seems like she’s trying to find some type of balance with Jin. I can’t ruin that for her. Not today. I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Y’all are right. I know you’re right; I guess I’m just a bit nervous about this. Tia has the gifts, not us. Not me. And I told y’all about the way I zoned out. I don’t even think I’m the one who painted it. But, tomorrow,” he says, squeezing my hand gently before letting go. “I’ll find the right time to speak with her.”

After our conversation comes to an end, Jungkook speaks up. “Tae,” he calls across the room. “We need to make that run, remember?”

“Of course, I remember,” he answers, excitedly hopping up from the bed while rubbing his hands together. He finds his shorts and pulls them on before running to his room to grab his wallet and a hat.

Taehyung’s POV

At the erotic boutique, Jungkook and I find many lacy pieces that will look good on Tia, but the harness's caramel brown, buttery leather straps seem to call my name.

“Holy shit. JK,” I call him over to where I am. When he sees the material in my hands, his eyes light up with excitement and wonder.

“If you don’t put that in this basket right now!” He jokes as he pushes his handbasket in my direction, obviously eager to see the straps dig into Tia’s similarly complected, baby-soft skin later. “I can’t wait to see this on her. I think we all deserve tonight. Life has been kicking our asses lately.”

“Facts,” I agree with him a hundred percent. Things have been tough for me, navigating within this relationship, shit even getting to this point. Witnessing Jason’s death and how he and his family haunted Tia. But I can’t imagine how she must be feeling. She’s been through so much, even before we met. I just want to hold her and shield her from the world. If I could keep her inside for the rest of her life, safe under our watch, I would. But I know that she ain’t having that shit. She’s stronger than she knows, and I can tell being cooped up in the house is starting to get to her. I’ll talk to the guys later. Maybe arrange a nice outing for us all–just something to lift her spirits and get her out.

I’m pulled from my thoughts and slightly taken aback when Jungkook takes my hand, pulling me closer to him while he lightly brushes his thumb across my skin as he leads me through the shop to explore their inventory, only letting me go to grab or look at this and that. We find a few other goodies before we head back to the house, including some things for each other and the other guys. Once the small basket is nearly spilling over, we make it back to the house. Inside, we sneakily jet upstairs with Tia and Jin not even noticing that we’d left and come back.

“Ah shit,” Jimin says and sits up from resting his head on Yoongi’s lap where he was watching TV. He bounces so cutely on his tiptoes, brimming with excitement and anticipation. “Let me see. Let me see.” He pulls several of the large bags toward him. “Damn! Y’all bought the whole store, didn’t you? And what’s this?”

Yoongi, while not as vocal as Jimin, puts his comic down, wanting to see what is in the bags as well. My heart is racing, just like it was in the shop when Jungkook pulled me close to him. Why was he holding my hand? Does he know that I have a fat-ass boy crush on him? That I would let him ram my ass like there’s no tomorrow?

“I hope I didn’t go overboard, but I’ve been researching and thought it would be fair to be prepared. That in your hand is a douche bulb. I didn’t know who would even be interested in bottoming or if we could all share one or not for sanitary reasons, so we grabbed seven in different colors. Those over there,” he points to what looks like tiny silicone bullets, “are anal dilators and plugs.” He was rambling, the excitement within him evident. “Again, I had the same thought process. Seven different colors that correlate with the bulbs. There’s a shit ton of lube, and this,” he pushes a button on a small, sickle-shaped device with a ring at the end which starts an intense vibration, “is a vibrating cock ring. There are a few of these and some that don’t vibrate.”

It is so cute to see how much effort he’s put into this and how thrilled he is to share his findings. I’m a little envious of how quickly Jimin grabs the yellow products, unfazed and unbothered by the implication that he may be interested in having sex with one or more of us tonight. Yoongi follows his lead, grabbing the black set, and Jungkook grabs the purple. Inspired by their confidence, I think about how these guys have supported me since I first met them. I know that they love me and won’t judge my preferences. Fuck it. I reach for the green set and turn it over to glance at the information on the box. If I’m not mistaken, there is a glimmer of mischievousness in Jungkook’s eyes paired with a slight smirk when he glances at me.

“And what do we have here? This is going to look so fucking fire against her skin,” Jimin says, regarding the leather harness before handing it over to Yoongi.

“Goddamn,” Yoongi says while reaching out to take it, fingers running over the smooth leather material. “It has a collar, too?! Shit. Please, I have to be the one to put this on her.” His words contradict the calm, flatness of his voice, which sends us into a fit of laughter.

“She still has no clue, right? What about Jin?”

“Nope. They will both be surprised,” I reassure Jimin.

“Do you think she will be down for all of this? This is only Jin’s second day here. Is he ready? Tia and I haven’t even made love yet. This is jumping several steps, don’t you think?” Yoongi was worried and rightfully so. Things were moving fast but it didn’t feel forced at all. It just felt…right.

“Wait. I thought you made love the first day you met when you guys were alone up here building the bed frame,” Jungkook says to Yoongi, who chuckles a bit.

“Yeah, it smelled like you guys were together. It smelled like cakes, cookies, and pies all through this bitch,” I add.

“No, we didn’t. We played around a bit, but we stopped before it went too far,” Yoongi admits. “I’m not trying to put her business out there without her permission, but I definitely want to spend some intimate time with her. It just hasn’t happened.”

“So, we’d need to speak with the others, but maybe Yoongi and Jin should run point tonight?”

I love Jungkook’s perspective on the night’s plans and our relationship as a whole. How he’s trying to take everyone into account, be fair, and make sure that everyone gets to spend time with Tia. This is not the first group session, but it will be the first time we’ve all been together at once. Tonight will be huge, especially with our last puzzle piece fitting in so perfectly.

A part of me wants to wait and just let the moment happen, but another part wants to let Jungkook know I’m interested in being with him tonight. I’ve wanted to be with him again ever since that night we shared that moment with Tia. The way he touched me that night and the gentle brushes of his hand in passing since then only makes me want him more.

“I’m not sure, but maybe Hobi as well,” Jimin says.

I’m noticing that we all have a relationship with Tia outside of the group, and what we say and do stays between us unless previously discussed or if Tia decides to let the others in. Respect and honesty have been significant in making this relationship work so far. With that being said, I pull at Jungkook’s tattooed arm.

“Ummm, can I talk to you really quick?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook tells me.

“Should we go ahead and lay this down?” Yoongi asks, referring to the waterproof blanket we found while shopping. With all of the lube Jungkook insisted on getting and knowing how Tia squirts at times, we felt this would be a great investment.

“Please. It’d be better to do it now than later,” Jungkook agrees before grabbing my hand to lead me into the bathroom. Again, grabbing my hand with such a command that my heart leaps as if trying to escape my chest to get to him as well. Once inside, he leans back against the sink with his muscular arms folded across his chest. “What’s up?”

Fuck. He’s literally just standing there, and I’m getting so excited. My breathing is becoming a bit difficult, and my mouth is dry.

“I-. Ummm. I was wanting to tell you-.”

Jungkook grabs me by my waist, pulling me in to stand closer to him. The bulge in my pants is nearly touching him, and my eyes widen. Has he seen it? How will he respond to this?

“Hey. Calm down. What is going on with you? You’ve been acting off since we were at the store.” His hands rub up and down my arms before hooking a finger underneath my chin to look at him. He tries to soothe me, but his facial expression looks concerned. “Did I do too much by buying all of that stuff? You know you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I got those things, just in case–to be prepared. I didn’t want to leave anyone out, so just calm down for me, okay?”

“I do,” I blurt out before gasping, surprising myself by my confession. I can’t help but laugh when I say, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous to talk to you about this. We’ve already shared a kiss!”

“Tae, I’ve tasted your dick. There’s nothing you should be hesitant to say to me,” he reassures with a smirk. “You taste delicious, by the way.”

His crass words cause my dick to jump. How he comforts me, eases my heart and mind, giving me the courage to tell him directly, “I want you to be my first, Jungkook. I’ve told you before that I’ve never been sexually attracted to men, much less had sex with a guy. The relationship we’ve developed with Tia and each other has changed that for me. I want to try. With you. Tonight.”

His expression is now pleasant but unreadable. Nervously, I scan my eyes across his face, trying to get a glimpse of what he may be thinking just as he opens his mouth to speak.

“You want to do that for me? Are you sure?”

“I am,” I answer while he’s pulling me even closer. He kisses my chin, then stops to look at me. I close my eyes, a silent invitation for him to go further, and he does. He kisses me deeply, grazing my tongue with his. The bulge in my pants brushes against his. Fuck. He’s bricked, too? Just when I think we can’t get any closer, he pulls me in so that our bodies are now flush. My arms automatically snake around him, my hands clawing at the back of his shirt. Jungkook then sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and runs his tongue across it before breaking the kiss. I can feel the heat rush through my body, bouncing off of my edges, just to be redirected to my dick. I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard in my life.

After a moment of nearly devouring each other, he doesn’t pull away and speaks against my lips. “Honestly, I’ve been hoping that this day would come. I’ve longed to be as close to you as possible, to be inside of you. Tae, I would be honored to be your first.”

His lips travel across my stubbled chin, to that sweet spot that sits just below my ear, then to my neck. He settles into the crook of my neck, licking and suckling at the flesh there. He sucks so hard the pain shoots fire throughout my system, just to be extinguished by soft licks of his tongue. My hips involuntarily rock against him as my dick hunts for whatever friction it can find. A moan escapes me, and the groan he releases vibrates throughout the bathroom. He sucks in air when he forces himself to pull away. “Not just yet, handsome. I’m so ready to feel you too, but wait for me, okay? Go ahead and get that little hole ready for me, okay?” We share a few more pecks before he pats my ass, then we rejoin Jimin and Yoongi in the room.

I retrieve my color-coded accessories along with a bottle of lube from the bed, then return to the bathroom and into the water closet. While sitting on the toilet, I cleanse myself with the douche bulb, use the bidet for extra precaution, then slowly insert a lubed finger into my anus. “Ah.” I’m in foreign territory, and my body reacts, tensing under my own touch. My puckered entrance is so tight I can barely get my fingertip in. “Maybe I need more lube.” I try again after reapplying and it doesn’t seem as bad this time. “Relax. Relax. I just need to relax,” I murmur to myself. When I get out of my head and release some of my rigidity, it becomes easier. Is it uncomfortable? Sure. A new feeling? Absolutely. But I continue pushing in, up to my knuckle. I’m sitting here with my finger up my ass, and I don’t feel anything. The pleasure I anticipated is nowhere to be found. I must admit, the revelation makes me reconsider what I’ve already told Jungkook. I want to be close to him, to be intimate with him, but this just feels like more trouble than it’s worth. Even still, experiencing this with Jungkook and offering myself to him will be enough for me. If I don’t like it, I won’t do it again, but I’m willing to try anything at least once. I work up the nerve to try the anal plug adorned with a pretty green jewel at the end, wanting to be somewhat prepared for what Jungkook has to offer. I breathe a sigh of relief when the plug is inserted and sitting comfortably inside, then join my guys once again.

Namjoon’s POV

I’m not sure what this feeling I’m having toward Hoseok is, but it seems like he’s feeling it, too. It’s gone from a strong connection, like a close friend or homie, to an intense attraction. It’s gotten to the point where I want to be close to him–to feel him against me. This is all so new, but I am beyond excited to explore the possibilities.

Once inside the house and up the stairs, the scene that awaits us beyond the bedroom door is sinfully delicious. Hoseok and I walk in to see Tia sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin lying on their sides while Jin is leaning over Taehyung’s back, kissing her passionately. Slurps, smacks, and moans fill the air, and I’m more than happy to be suffocated by it all. One of Jin’s fists dents the bed behind Taehyung while he is licking and fondling Tia’s breasts. The other is hooked around her neck with his fingertips in her hair. She mewls into his mouth as Jimin kisses and laps at that sensitive spot at her nape that we've all come to love. From behind, he peppers her shoulders with wet kisses before slowly traveling down her spine.

Jungkook, sitting on the chair manspreading with his towel wide open, is breathing heavily with his hand rising and falling slowly, caressing the smooth skin of his dick. Entranced, his mouth is ajar as if he was just about to say something before he was overtaken by the lust that looms in the room. Yoongi is obviously enjoying the show, leaning against the wall while his tongue peeks out of his mouth to play at the corner of his lips. His hand is stroking the thick bulge beneath his thin pajama pants.

The sexual tension alone nearly has me salivating, ready to participate in tonight’s activities, but I have to shower these germs from the hospital away before I even think about hopping in bed with my loves. I don’t want to get them sick, of course, but Tia also doesn’t play that ‘outside clothes on the bed’ shit. Hoseok and I decide to quickly shower, and while he’s in the other room retrieving clothes for us, I take notice of the products that were left on the countertop in the bathroom.

“What’s this?” I murmur as I pick up the two blue boxes to read their directions. When I realize what one of the products is for, I grab the blue and red bulbs and place them in the shower. It feels strange as it is, having this attraction toward Hoseok, but my desire is growing by the second. The need to be close to him, to be inside of him, or him inside of me, is mind-blowing.

When Hoseok returns to the bathroom, I’m already attempting to undress, but I’m finding it difficult. My timid movements, trying to not feel that jolt of pain from my hurt arm, is making things harder than they should be.

“Stop,” he says with a sympathetic tone and moves closer to me. “Let me.” I offer a grateful thank you when he helps remove my shirt, and he smiles sweetly in return. “May I?” He asks the question while reaching for my jeans. Yes! Fuck, yes! My body is responding as if this isn’t just a kind gesture, and I melt at the touch of his thumbs, hooked inside of my waistband, trailing to follow my v-line to take my pants and boxer briefs down with them. The sensation that singes my skin is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, and my dick immediately responds. When it is finally freed, it springs from its confines so quickly it audibly smacks against my stomach. Am I mistaken? Did he just lick his lips while looking at my package?

After he undresses and we’re both in the shower, I say, “Hobi, thank you for today…for this.”

“Of course. Don’t mention it. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you,” he says, and I try not to read too much into his statement. I can feel that he wants to be closer, but is it the same way that I’m wanting him?

I can’t help when my brows furrow, a dead giveaway of my troubled mind. “I, um, I found these on the countertop. I think they are for us.” The statement comes out more like a question, the uncertainty lacing my words. “I’m not trying to insinuate anything. I just-. I’m going to use mine…just in case. I would love it if you used yours as well, that is, if that’s something you’re interested in.”

The smirk that pulls at the corner of his lips makes my heart race because I’m unsure whether he finds me amusing or if he’s with it. “Are you saying that you want to fuck me, Joonie? You want to dive into my tight little hole, baby?”

The bright smile spreads across his face contradicts the sultry words coming from his lips. The man-ish questions only fuel my overwhelming desire. I can’t restrain any more and move in closer.

“Is that mouth of yours always so filthy? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of you, Hoseok.”

“I’ve done many filthy things with this mouth of mine.”

“Hmm. Why don’t you show me?”

“I definitely would, but we are on a time constraint. How’s a preview?”

Before I can even answer, I can feel the heat from his breath against my damp skin, and he’s pulling my body against his, his hardened member sitting snugly next to mine. The tip of his dick is smooth and scorches my skin when it caresses my stomach. The soft kisses he places along my collarbone send shivers down my spine, even under the hot spray of the shower. Plush lips trail up my throat, across my jawline, and finally find my lips; he kisses me, and it’s everything I imagined it would be. While mindful of my injured arm, his hands roam and explore my body. Our deep moans and our vehement lust for one another fill the space. It definitely takes effort on my part to not deepen the kiss when he stops to speak.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispers against my lips, then pulls away. Gently, he uses the lathered-up loofah to clean my body.

“I can do this myself, you know? I just need you to get my back and my arm.”

“I know, but let me. I want to.” He scrubs every inch of me, then uses his hand to give my dick a little more attention while looking into my eyes. His wrist twists as his fist slowly pumps, gliding along my shaft. He smiles a half smile before taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “You like that, Joonie?”

“Mm hmm,” I groan.

“Use your words, big boy. Do you like it when I stroke you like this? Fisting your shit like this?”

“Yes, Hoseok. Yes, I like it. I love it,” I reassure him as if the flexing of my abs and the way my eyes have squeezed shut isn’t evidence enough.

He places his manhood against mine, stroking them at the same time with both of his hands clasped around our girth. I open my eyes to look at our members, side by side, brushing against each other. His expression lets me know he’s just as lost in this experience as I am, hooded eyes and parted lips, his chest heaving as he’s panting. The sight before me is too much, and I almost lose it. My hips begin to move on their own accord, thrusting against him and that familiar feeling, the throbbing at the base of my dick and the warmth that surges throughout my body before accumulating in the pit of my belly, is a clear indicator that I’m on the edge. I’m about to cum. And as if on cue, Hoseok stops and pulls away, but he bends down and uses his tongue to lick the precum from my slit. I watch as the water travels down his back before falling to slip down the crack of his ass, and I’ve never wanted to be a droplet of water so bad. He takes my tip into his mouth and sucks lightly, circling it with the tip of his tongue. My head falls back, my knees quiver, and I press a flat hand to the shower wall for some type of support. Just as I’m on the brink of explosion, he gives my dick a few more soft licks before he stands–smiling at me.

That fucking smile. How can a man look so innocent after doing the freaky shit he just did to me? Like he didn’t just try to coax my soul from my body, pulling pleasure from me as effortlessly as a snake charmer seducing a serpent from its basket. My mind is in the ether, and I’m still panting, only taking a break to swallow the drool that has threatened to fall from my lips.

“Are you okay?” He chuckles lightly, obviously amused by the reaction he’s gotten from me. I can only nod and pull him in so that his head is resting on my shoulder. “This is crazy…being here with you like this. Never in my life would I have imagined I’d be in this position, but here I am, resisting the urge to take you further down my throat.”

“Hobi. You have to stop before you make me explode. Let’s finish this after we join the others, hmm? Then you can show me how deep you can take me.”

Jungkook’s POV

Hoseok tried to help by pointing out that Tia was bound on the bed with her ass in the air, but she’ll be okay. Hell, she’s been showing her ass for the past two days anyway, what’s a few more minutes? I rub a hand over my face, aware that I’m obviously still a little upset, but I do understand her reasoning. There is just a hint of aggression left over that wasn’t expelled during my workout that she will have to take. It needs to be released, and I plan to do precisely that tonight while helping melt her frustrations away. I keep this all in mind, well aware that the way that I’m feeling is contributing to the level of dominance I’m displaying, taking note to mind my words and lead with love, not ego. But she will be getting this work. Like I said, I understand, but I still don’t like the shit.

I lay beside Tia, letting my fingers drag along her slit, collecting her moisture, then using it to work a finger in, then two, then ask, “Are you ready to play?” She answers with a nod and a moan that comes from deep within her. Her legs quiver, her body ready for whatever the night has in store, and just when the pleasure starts to build, I pull out to clean my fingers, sucking and licking her essence clean. Her eyes fixed on me are full of need, lusting for my mouth to have a taste of her directly from the source.

I leave her there for a moment while the guys and I begin laying the bottles of lubricant and toys on the bed so that everything is within arm’s reach. I watch as she eyes the soft fabric of the waterproof blanket, noticing that she’s not seen this before but doesn’t say anything. When I find my way back to lay with her, on my side I rest my head on the palm of my hand, allowing my eyes to trace every inch of her. She looks so beautiful, as usual, but there’s something about her being in this position, open and vulnerable to us. Her hands secured behind her rest at the small of her back. Her thigh straps, connected to the band under her bust, keep her ass arched high in the sky and her pussy on full display, her wetness glimmering under the light.

“Are you comfortable? Nothing’s too tight?” She shakes her head. “Okay, good. Well, I hope you don’t mind, but we conspired together to deliver a fun-filled night for us all now that we’re all here. Together. And we all could use a bit of fun after everything.” She nods, and her face is animated as if to say, ‘You ain’t lying.’ “You just let us know at any time if there is something you don’t like or if you want us to stop.” She smirks and blinks slowly, and I interpret it as ‘I don’t mind at all, and okay’.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you’ve spent any ‘special’ time with Jin, Yoongi, or Hoseok.” She nods. “Would you like to share this moment with them first?” She nods again with that familiar glimmer of excitement in her eyes that makes me so happy every time I see it. I relay the message to the guys, and everyone else agrees, insisting it’s only fair that they have time to spend with Tia.

Jin still seems a bit bashful, wearing his shirt and boxer briefs, and I can’t say that I blame him. My first time with Tia was just us—no audience or others to share her with. Things now are good but I can’t lie and say they aren’t a bit more complex. I look over to see that, though naked, Yoongi and Hoseok seem to be just as timid. Maybe they feel like they’re being put on the spot.

To lessen so many eyes on them, I call Taehyung over to me, and he doesn’t hesitate; his eyes are on mine as he crawls up the center of the bed, then leans over to kiss Tia’s lips. Running my fingers through his hair, I give them time to enjoy one another. When they pull away, I pull her body to sit up a bit, then guide Taehyung’s member to line up with her lips.

“Here, baby. Have a taste,” I coach, and she obeys immediately, slowly sucking him in while looking up into his eyes.

“Shit,” he says, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches her bob her head.

My hand travels down his back, across his hip, then I grip his ass cheek roughly. He hisses, then collects some of the dribble from Tia’s bottom lip with his thumb. He brings it to his mouth to suck it off.

“Goddamn,” falls from my mouth before I even realize. I kiss his forehead, then his cheek, then his lips. I look down to find Tia’s eyes on mine, and the smirk she musters with her lips still wrapped around Taehyung’s girth tells me she likes this and wants to see more. With my hand flat under her chin, I pull her away from Taehyung, and she releases with a slurp.

“Mmm hmm, Jagiya,” Taehyung begins, “that was amazing.”

At that moment, Yoongi is the first to move, crossing the bed to join us in the center. I help as he positions himself under Tia, and we lift her body to straddle his lap since her hands are currently out of commission, bound by the wrist restraints and connected to the strap going down the center of her back. Taehyung and I lay on our sides, facing chest to chest while his back is to Yoongi. Yoongi sits up, and his hands explore Tia’s curves as his fingers trail over the leather belts and then across the skin that slightly puckers between each one. Her eyes are low, staring back into his.

“Hello, my love,” Yoongi greets, but she remains silent, only smiling at him. She is such a good girl, still obeying my directives.

“You may speak now, Noona,” I grant her permission.

“Hi.” Her voice is still a little hoarse but is much better than it was. I’m thinking it may be due to the tea Jimin had researched and prepared for her earlier. She’s smiling down at Yoongi and grinning so hard I’m sure he can see all thirty-two of her teeth.

“Are you that happy to be with another man in front of me?” I can’t help but to tease her.

“Mmm hmm,” she answers, and just when I think her smile can’t get any bigger, it does, and her eyes disappear.

“You’re so fucking cute. Isn’t she, Yoongi?”

“Absolutely breathtaking,” he answers me.

I return my attention to Taehyung, trailing feather-light touches to his side with my fingertips. He squirms and pulls me closer to him, and I give in, unable to hold off any longer. When our lips crash into each other, my brain explodes from pleasure and anticipation. Our tongues wrestle, and my hands caress and grip every inch of his skin I come across. I’m unsure how long we’re making out, but I know I’m nearly bursting at the seams when we pull apart for air. I need to feel him, and with each trace of his tongue against mine, I crave him even more. As if reading my mind, he nudges me to lay on my back, then trails kisses across my collarbone, chest, and stomach. Only my head is lifted from the bed as I’m trying to enjoy watching every move he makes.

“It makes no sense for you to be this fucking sexy,” he says against my skin between kisses.

His lips trace down the path of my v-line to find their way to my throbbing dick, already leaking precum. Taehyung licks at my slit, collecting my excitement on his tongue, then bobs his head down in tandem with Tia’s ass. His warm, wet mouth swallows me whole just as Tia’s sopping wet cunt slides down to devour every inch of Yoongi. This is going to be a long night as I’m already fighting for my fucking life, trying not to climax already.

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TURN ON THE LIGHTS; thv moodboard

"turn on the lights i'm looking for her too"

lowercase intended

starstruck taehyung makes it his sole mission to have the girl deejaying the rave end up in his arms by the end of the night,

pairing: raveboy!thv x dj!oc (cupid)

genre: smut; slight??angst (hypersexual mc); fluff (cause thv loves her so much); pwp (porn w plot cause it be like that)

warning?: afabmc, bad grammar lol, unedited, shit lead up(?), they are strangers to lovers very quick lol, hypersexual(they fucklike rabbits lol) head (f; receiving), tae is hung lmao, hes kinda stalkerish but not really, mc does not stand on bidness, unprotected sex, creampie (no babies thats gross..), dirty talk(mainly taehyung,, yeah.), cursing, spit(?), multiple orgasms, slight exhibition (THEY ARE OUTSIDE!), missionary, riding, mindbreak(she really loves taehyung's dick)

THIS AINT NO RATED PG SHIT...

THIS SHIT RATED... MF,,, PORN (no minors, thv don't do that)

☆★

"alright motherfuckers, put your hands up for this shit and turn the fuck up!" the angelic girl exclaims into the mic hyping up the already overzealous crowd. her headphones hanging halfway off her head as she caresses the soundboard her head bopping while she does.

she in her zone, her safe space which she definitely needed after the week she had. her girlfriend leaving her cause her stamina is too much for her was not on her radar for the week, but shit happens. luckily for her friend made sure to have her booked at busy rave after rave for this weekend and this was the biggest one of the three and her last one. so far nothing out of the ordinary had happened at any of them, but tonight her intuition told her to keep her eyes peeled. maybe it was the location it was kinda shady after all, but that wasn't new for her— perhaps its the ebony haired boy with the pretty eyes that had been boring holes through her all night that had her on edge.

"cupid am i tripping or has he been watching you all night?" her best friend says close to her ear earning a shrug from the focused girl, "you should go see whats up with him girl! he's fine as fuck.." she nudges her friend who shoots her a side-eye, "come one girl!" she shakes her, "i can take over up here, plus maybe he'll make you feel better about kayla." cupid's entire body goes stiff and she takes her hands off the board, throwing them up and backing off.

"and on that note i'm taking my break..." the girl goes to take off her headphones putting them on her friend who shakes her head,

"i'm serious cup," she puts her hand on cupid's shoulder only to get shrugged off. how could she think the best way to get over getting dumped about her sex drive is to have more sex? the girl sighs, stepping down from the platform getting swallowed by the crowd. squeezing between the sardine packed sea of bodies failing to notice the ebony man close behind like a tiger on the prowl. looking around cluelessly searching for a spot to get a drink, blinded by the flashing multicolored lights every time she looked too far up, guarding her eyes with her hand as she finally emerges on the other side. a waft of cool autumn air smacking her in the face causing goosebumps to pop up all over her arms, coming to a realization she should have worn more fur than what she had on her feet. her arms falling down to her side as she still had the found what she was looking for. ready to just turn around and give up on her drink, she turns on her heels and that's when she sees him again.

taller than she thought he was, even prettier this close, why is he so close? she thought. "you-"

"been watching you." he says before she can continue earning a nod from the disoriented girl, "i love how you mix..." he smiles, his perfect veneers poking out a warm feeling stirring in the girl's stomach, how beautiful she thinks to herself, crossing her feet anchoring her weight on her back leg forcing her to lean away from the mysterious man standing in front of her, "you're so divine... the way you carry yourself on stage is mesmerizing." cupid can feel a fever rush up her cheeks a smile threatening to break through her hard exterior, "i wonder if you can keep it up underneath me."

surely she had her wits about her, but the way he stares at her with those dark eyes like he'll devour her any moment now caused a fuzzy feeling to coil in her nether region. this was her problem— see it didn't take much to get her going, but it took everything to make her stop. she knows she should walk away, not letting her friend's words live in her head and cause her to stray from her path to fixing her issue. but the closer he gets the harder it is to do the right thing, his presence daunting as he hovers over her frozen frame. her mouth lays agape words failing to follow, "your name cherie." his honied baritone voice says more as a demand than a question.

"cupid.." it rolls off her tongue as his hand slithers up the shaft of her neck a sweet hum escaping her pretty glossed lips, the man's eyebrows turn up a look of carnal desire painting his chiseled face as his thumb drags across her bottom lip smearing the gloss— his eyes trailing up to meet hers hooded and far away.

"how perfect," he smiles, "taehyung." he emits lowly his eyes scanning the entirety of her face, "what do you want with me, hm?" he asks as if he didn't approach her first— the girl's eyebrows knit together and she nuzzles herself into his hand against her blazing cheek. what did she want with him? why did she always get like this? her body tenses with need, absolutely soaking her panties that border on leaking as she looks at him with a look one should never give a stranger, "i'm not a mind reader cher, come on tell me what is it?" his voice mocks her state tapping his palm against her cheek trying to kickstart her.

"i want- no i need you to use me." that's what she needs, its what she always needs. how could she be shamed for something so simple, so human?

"mmm" taehyung hums, nodding to himself as he takes her hand dragging off behind the stage, the rhythmic bass matching the tempo of the beating in her hungry cunt. so comfortable with this stranger, the lack of judgement because he obviously wants what she does, to use her till she passes out. her hopes high as he hoists her up on the ledge, dipping between her craning legs making space for his broad shoulders to sit comfortably between them. his long fingers hooking under the band of her all too short shorts tugging them down her long legs. she's embarrassed, her wetness on display through the obvious wet patch on her cute little panties— the tip of his finger rubbing over the sensitive slit causing the girl to shudder and look away a hand over her mouth. he circles through the thin fabric avoiding her begging clit her anticipation through the roof as his sultry bedroom eyes meet her shy ones. slipping past the pathetic garment his finger fussing through the folds sliding around with ease— she's so wet stupid wet, he hadn't even done anything yet.

the man could feel his shaft lengthening in his pants, amazed by her desire, he wants to satiate her with more than she can take, "your little pussy is so eager, yea? you want me to stretch you out? fill you full, cher?" he coos, teasing a finger at her entrance watching her greedy hole clench around nothing, a deep chuckle escaping his lips— his tongue swiping against her opening earning a lewd, touch starved mewl from the girl above. his hips bucking up as he pulls away, "be a good girl and stay still." he demands his playful tone lost as he brings his tongue back into contact with her yearning cunt, delving his tongue deep inside earning the sweetest moan. he needed more, his nose nudging against her pulsating bud curling his arms under her thighs pulling her closer forcing her to lay flat on her back. almost animalistic as he pulls his tongue from her saccharine pool, nipping at her clit feeling her writhe under him. his long tongue lapping at her wetness letting none out it go to waste suckling at her.

her pleasure so immense making her soft brown eyes roll to the back of her head as he tucks two of his digits inside of her— curling deep to find her sweet spot a loud whine jolting out of her throat. she could feel her high coming, but she wanted to hold out clenching tight around his fingers triggering him to suck harder, move his fingers slower fucking her slow and deep edging her on as her back arches off the platform, "come on baby, give it to me." he looks up, the look on her face so pleasing to him, "i want you to look at me when you cum all over my fingers," taehyung voices, loud and clear, the girl nodding not behind able to voice anything coherent in-between her moaning. anchoring herself up on her elbows locking eye's with taehyung as he tickles the sponginess of her g-spot sending her over edge, immediately collapsing back down as he fucks her slow through her high, "good fucking girl..." his voice stammers, his fingers retracting from her messy pussy covered in cum and spit.

taehyung stands up, preying on the girl before him hovering over her. his arm looping behind her shoulder pulling her in for a hungry kiss making her taste herself, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she wraps her legs around him. she wasn't satisfied, but taehyung isn't done with her— pulling away to undo his pants pulling his cock out of his boxers. cupid's eyes going wide at the sight of the long, thick shaft with an angry red head. curved just a bit as it springs against his stomach, something deep inside her unlocks causing her wetness to sop out of her pulsating pussy, "you want this cock baby? want it deep inside that pretty cunt, yea?" he slips and slides it between the petals of her nether region, earning soft groans— "tell taehyung what you want cher." he tilts his head to the side, annoyance running through the helpless girl. he knows what she wants, how unfair to make her beg when she's already this desperate.

"fuck me, please taehyung..." how shameful of her to beg a complete stranger to do such a thing, but she didn't care she needed him to split her in two.

"how polite, anything for you sweet girl." he complies, pushing his head past her entrance with a loud squelch. she'd never had anything as big as him inside before, the fit tight forcing grunts out of taehyung as eases his shaft deep into her. damn near folding her in half, but she doesn't mind blinded by the pleasure and quiet pain of being stretched so wide, "fuck..." he moans bottoming out inside of her. she borders on another orgasm just from his entrance as he sits with his dick pressed against her cervix. slowly he starts to pull out just to his tip before jolting his hips forward,

"oh fuck," she cries out so short, in shock a wave of the most delicious pleasure reverberates up her spine straight to her head making her delirious, "please, please..." she begs so whiny, so desperate, clawing at his back. taehyung nods, pulling back again pushing inside her so rough, "oh god..." she brinks on sobbing, grabbing at him finger pads going white with pressure as she slams so good into her. his veiny arms border on each side of her for leverage as he fucks his shape into her, ruining her for anyone else. her little pussy sucking him in with every stroke begging him to come back and nest deep inside grazing her sweetest spot. his arms moving from the sides of her head gripping at her love handles for the most control. broken sobs leaving her mouth that couldn't keep shut, she'd never been used to well before— in love with the way he makes her feel as he stomach starts to ache with another high on the way, his name spilling out of her mouth uncontrollably warning him she was about to break. tightening around him which he didn't even think was possible causing him to arch over— the sound of skin on skin so indecent, but it turned the two on right along the slick that gathers around the base of his shaft as white cream; evidence of just how much she loves his dick.

"cum all over it, look at you, nasty girl." taehyung laughs watching the girl go crosseyed driven crazy by his long deep strokes as she topples over crying out his name, letting those around know just who turned her into this cock crazed bitch, "get up." he demands her, impatience reaching for her wrist to switch positions putting her on top, "you can do this for me right?"

cupid nods expeditiously, moving her shaking body to mount taehyung like the good girl she is, "attagirl..." he praises caressing her blazing face as she sinks onto him. somehow he feels even bigger like this pushing into her cervix, so greedy she thinks about how good his cum would feel pouring into her as she wines her hips, "such a good girl."

"im a good girl," she repeats breathlessly, mindlessly bouncing on his pretty cock, white hot pleasure blinding her all the while taehyung pushes the minuscule bikini top out of his way to pinch at her nipples with supple fingers, his voice going hoarse as he can feel his release coming jerking his hips losing the rhythm , soft hands sliding down her waist to sheath himself inside her filling her full almost too full, "inside please, please i need your cum," the filth seeps out pathetically as she creams all over his cock, never this happy before as she smiles drunk with pleasure

"cum for me please, one more time," he begs grinding her painfully sensitive clit against his stomach right below his happy trail, giving him what he wants she tightens around him falling over onto his chest, "fuuuck cher..." he drags out releasing his hot seed taught against the young girl's womb, earning the most god forsaken sound out of her yet— fucking her through bordering on overstimulation as she starts to twitch, but he wraps his arms around her waist so she can't run placing sweet kisses on her pouty lips quieting her cries, "its okay baby..." he whispers against her lips, her face scrunched up as taehyung slowly pulls out his softening cock, bringing her in closer;petting her head, "you're so beautiful," he says, "you were so good." he assures her staring at the fucked out girl through long lashes, barely able to keep her eyes open. he smiles at her so sweetly, going to get up earning a whine from her as she reaches up for him, "i'm not going anywhere i promise." he places a kiss on her head proceeding to dress her before any of the stage hands come see; as the rave was coming to an end.

not too much later, the two come from behind the stage, hand in hand— cupid's best friend meeting her with surprised eyes, "well would you lookie here." the instigating girl crosses her arms at the sight before her, "looks like you listened to me after all," she giggles,

"i lost track of time..." cupid nervously rubs the back of her neck, lying through the skin of her teeth like taehyung's cum wasn't currently marinating inside of her,

"mhm," her friend hums, "sure, i'll believe that." she looks between the two,

"you can blame me," taehyung pipes up, and her friend's mouth makes and O shape, nodding, "i couldn't help myself," he pauses his hand snaking down cupid's ass giving it a squeeze, "she's so lovely." he smiles at her friend who smiles back.

"well of course she is" the best friend says in a duh tone, "and you better remember that!" she points before walking off to another gaining her attention,

taehyung diverts his eyes back to cupid who can hardly hold eye contact with him, "what? you still shy..." he teases, reaching for her jaw— turning her to look at him, "how could you be? you need me to break you off again." he speaks so sweet dangerously close to her lips,

"mmm~" she hums against his puffy lips, "i think i do..." she responds just before she enveloped by a long sloppy kiss.

she's on cloud nine, finally found her equal— no more hiding the brazen, sex crazy side of her cause he's just as bad... if not worse.

a/n: i haven't written smut in so long, so sorry if this is shit, im still trying to find my groove lmao, but yea uhm i'm taehyung biased so you'll be seeing a lot of this shit. also most (probably all) of my aus n things like that are ambw cause i am a bw, but! hopefully that doesn't deter you from reading. okay bye. li luvs thv.

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