Pairing: ot7 x reader || word count: 11.8k || genre: smut 18+
Warning: public acts, use of vibrator, nipple clamps, face slapping, humiliation, oral (m receiving) , gagging, non sexual dominance, spanking as a punishment, overstimulation, Dom NJ Dom HS switch YG, Sub JK, basically everyone doms YN in some form.
A/N: I have a few more surprises coming in this weeks batch of chapters, this took so long, I will be uploading special scenes of the two tasks that aren’t shown here. This is my longest ever chapter for any story. I also want to thank my lovely friend Kiminie for helping me through a writers block, therefore this chapter is dedicated to her. Hoseok is included in this weeks prompts despite being removed because it wasn’t him and YN, I wanted to give him one last chapter.
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DAY THIRTY SIX
The first thing that happened when you walked into the kitchen alongside a very tired Yoongi was a very excited Jungkook rushing towards you, picking you up and spinning you around. The second thing that happened was Namjoon shyly handing you an envelope. The third thing came from a very displeased Seokjin, who was indeed scrubbing the counter as if he was determined to restore it.
The second the older man see you both he threw the cloth into the sink, almost hopping over the furniture to drag you both into the kitchen where he began to scold you. “I AM NOT A PRUDE BUT ALL I CAN SEE IS MIN YOONGIS ASS CHEEKS ON THE COUNTER!”
“Hyung, it wasn’t my ass on the counter, right yn?” Yoongi quips.
You slapped his arm, scoffing. You stumbled over your words, another indication of how embarrassing the situation was. “Yoongi if.. if you don’t shut up you will never… never see my ass again.”
He smirked, chuckling lowly..“You love it when I see your ass sweetheart.”
You scowled as he turned on his heels, heading back towards the stairs.
“I hate him.” You groaned, walking over to the kitchen table where the others had gathered, the envelope still in hand.
“You don’t, open it.” Taehyung giggled, his grin wiping the frown from your face.
“Not so fast,” Sejin called out, ducking his head as he entered through the front door.
A series of “good mornings” elicited, Sejin smiling around before making his way over to the living room. You notice how well-rested he looks, whatever was keeping him awake at night no longer seemed to be a hassle.
Considering it was a Monday, the mood wasn’t dull.
Everyone followed suit behind him, taking their respective seats. Jungkook was to your right and Tae to your left, leaving a space wide enough for Jimin to join you all - the others sitting opposite to you with Jimin still cleaning up in the kitchen.
“Let’s get this over with.” Hosoek claps, flashing you a nervous grin that only fuels your anxiety.
Jin clicks his tongue, eyebrows raising as his eyes settle on you. “Well YN…who failed to fuck well this week?”
“Shut up.” The answer didn’t come from you but rather from a very tired and very clingy Jimin who slots beside you, hands wrapping around your waist as though to claim you as his.
“If you’re done arguing we can begin.” He announces, an iPad in hand. “Now as always, we will start with the fan favourite vote. Any remaining contestants want to take any guesses?”
Yoongi grumbled from his seat, his face a mask of annoyance to cover the semblance of worry you could see within his gaze. “I’m guessing Hoseok.”
“I’m sure it’s me,” Jimin whispered into your ear, his head nestling further into your neck, his breath making you hot. Now was an awful time to get horny.
Sejin clears his through, his gaze wandering to settle on anything but you and the very clear show Jimin is trying to start. “Wow, so much confidence, I’ll announce it in a moment but uh… YN?”
It took Jungkook nudging your side for you to pay attention, no one pointed out the flush of red proving your embarrassment and for that you were grateful. “Y-yes?”
“Could you guess this week's prompts, do you need a reminder of the theme?” He asks to which you decline. “Home sweet home right?”
“Yes, each gentleman had something that he must have incorporated within the house - let’s start with Yoongi.”
You take a moment to think, you were sure that it has something to do with the house, it had to be domestic, it had to be…. “Household items?”
“Can you elaborate?” Sejin asks, a smile forming.
Could you? You both hated and enjoyed the moment where you had to recall every sexual encounter for the past week, you loved the memories but the heat that would soon pool between your thighs at the thought of being bent over and fucked was an inconvenience. It was hard to pinpoint a single thing, there had only been a few instances that stood out, Jimin with the pen, Yoongi with the spoon… that had to be it. Everything else was regular, well apart from the kink, it was regular for you. Then again the rooms were different, Hoseok was last in the living room, Yoongi in the kitchen… maybe the items didn’t matter at all. You sighed leaning into Jimins touch.
Trust your gut.
Sparing the man a glance you answered. “I’m guessing that it had to do with the wooden spoon he used in the kitchen?”
“Okay, correct. Jimin next?”
He looks up at you, and no doubt he sees the smirk you wore, this you were sure of. “The marker in the bedroom.” Jimins breath grew heavy as he whispered a simple praise, low enough that no one else could hear, daring enough to make you want to let him bend you over right now.
Until Sejin speaks. “Correct, Namjoon failed to do his prompt this week so we will finish up with Hoseok?”
Now you had no idea, you look towards him hoping for some kind of hint but his face said nothing and neither did he. “No idea.”
“Hoseok?” Sejin turns to him, you relax a little when he smiles at you.
He would be okay.
“Tie.” He responds quietly.
“Now that’s out of the way, I’ll hand over to Seokjin to read the fan favourites.” You watch as the producer steps aside, Seokjin taking his place.
“It feels weird to be here.” He laughs, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. “This was not easy, especially watching Yoongi fuck YN on my counter.“ he sends you a pointed look and you cringe, they were never going to let you live this down. “You will both be cleaning.” He declares.
“We all talked about who made the best scene, who catered to YN most, who basically fucked the best.” Taehyung giggles, shameless. “Anyways, In third place was Namjoon.”
Namjoon genuinely smiles, his eyes a little shocked as he focuses on the camera. “Wow..that’s… thank you for voting for me, I hope next week I can do better!”
“In second place is Yoongi.”
Jimin laughs beside you. “Ah Hyung no dinner date this week? Sad to lose.”
“YN?” Yoongi calls out. “Duck.”
You follow his orders shoving Jimin away as Yoongi sends a pillow hurtling towards you both, it successfully whacks off Jimins head and falls to the floor. “Ow.”
Seokjin scoffs before continuing, stifling a laugh. “And in the first place, earning the prize of one very special lady is Jimin.”
Jimin shoots up, his feigned pout gone. “Oh Hyung.. how does it feel?” His gaze is settled on Yoongi who mutters a “fuck you.”
Despite the ongoing laughter you focus on Hobi.
He was not okay. Jin seems to notice this too as he pays his back on his way to his seat.
“Moving on to the eliminations.” Sejin faces you, his lips pressed in a tight line. “Would you like to hear any defences?”
You shake your head, the fun was over. It wasn’t an easy choice, it never was. You looked around the room, first at Yoongi. He was staring at you, the look in his eyes reading an “it’s okay.” You always had fun with him, he was so happy and warm. Almost like home. Sex with him was fun, is fun. You recall the night before, images of you pressed against the counter naked as you both laugh bring a smile to you, your newly found love for the man still maintaining an ever-strong grasp on you. Next was Namjoon, who had settled his gaze on the plain wall, his nervousness clear. You were having fun exploring with him, it felt new, fresh. Despite his minor inexperience he never failed to please you, never failed to take away your stress. His touch alone was like heaven. Not to mention his other outstanding qualities, academics and all. Much like Jimin, who brought you both dominance and pleasure, you knew there was so much more to learn about him, to learn from him, with him. In all honesty, you wanted to keep exploring with him, you wanted to find out just what - who - he could be in bed.
Then there was Hoseok, the man who could control your every limb, the man who could bring you overwhelming pleasure, orgasm after orgasm. It wasn’t that the sex was an issue, it never was. In the last conversation, you and hobi had focused on non-sexual dominance, realistically he wouldn’t need to be in the competition for that and he had said that before you could do a scene there needed to be trust regained.
Sejin leans forward, pulling your attention back to him. “Have you made your decision?”
You give one last look around before nodding. “I want to explain why I’m eliminating this person before I do it, you’ve been such a staple for me since the beginning of the series. Our time together - sexually - has been something I never thought I would be given a chance to explore. I am grateful I had a chance to explore that part of me with someone like you and I hope that we can continue to explore things in other ways together. It’s because of this that I’m eliminating hobi.” It’s hard to look at him, it’s hard to see the defiant tears pooling in his eyes but you do, you aren’t sure what makes you cry whether it be the comfort he tries to provide whilst smiling at you or the way he seems like a puppy that’s been kicked whilst it’s down but either way it fucking hurts. “Yesterday we talked about non-sexual dominance. Sejin would that be possible to do as long as there was no intimacy?”
He looks through his iPad, scrolling for a few minutes before reading whatever it is he needed to. “Well yes, the rules are that you can’t be intimate after elimination. If you chose to do punishments or whatnot another member would have to assist but I don’t see why it would be a problem. Hoseok is there anything you would like to say”
He stands up slowly, his face angled away from the other housemates, you included. “This time here has been a lot for me, it’s given me a great chance to get to know you all and develop friendships that I hope will last for a long time. I, myself, never thought I would feel as accepted as I do here and although I am sad about being eliminated I would very much like to continue teaching YN as much as I can before our time here comes to an end.” Your efforts to not cry become null when he faces you. “I know that my own words damaged your trust in me, that was never my intention. I hope that over these next few weeks, we can build that up again. You’re valuable to me.”
At that moment no one else existed, not Jungkook who had begun rubbing your back, not Jimin who was caressing your thigh. Not Yoongi, Namjoon or Seokjin who all gave you pitiful looks and not Taehyung who was handing you tissues. You were scared he would have reacted badly, gotten angry at you, upset with you. However, despite his own sadness none of that came. His words silenced the storm brewing in your mind.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but we have to wrap this up.” Sejin gestures towards the paper that had fallen to the floor amidst the drama. “Yn, if you will. This is for the Bangasm Bomb.”
You wiped your eyes before picking it up, you could wash your face later. You examined it quickly noting the rough scrawl of your name across the front before opening it up.
“Read it out loud,” Jin instructs, coming to stand behind you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.
You try to hide the way your face flushes at his command, it made your heart hurt a little that you were unable to be intimate with him, with all of them in the way you wanted. Especially with the saddened look Hoseok was wearing.
Shaking the thoughts away you turned back to the paper. “Dearest YN, you have been invited on a shopping trip with a gentleman of your choosing. This must be one of the remaining contenders, the ones who are unfortunate enough to be left at the house will be required to fulfil a set of challenges proposed by viewers. Choose wisely, a car will arrive At approximately 11:30 am to drive you and your chosen escort to a series of stores where you will be asked to fulfil requests of your own. Your chosen gentleman will be handed a camera which he must use to record proof of you completing the requests. If all tasks are completed successfully you will be allowed to request one thing for 24 hours. Get set, go.”
You were surprised by the sudden change of events but it was one you chose to welcome, the idea of getting away from the house for a while was one you wanted to take advantage of. There was only so long a person could be stuck inside, albeit, you had the garden to explore but sometimes a change of scenery was what was needed.
It would have been a lie to say you hadn’t had much thought on who would go with you, the moment you read the card one person pushed to the forefront of your mind, Namjoon.
With everything going on, he could use the time away, the distraction. It would also give Yoongi and Jimin a chance to work together, with the supervision of the other house members of course. Hoseok would be okay, maybe the time alone would be good for him. You’d ask Jin to keep an eye on him.
So what about prompts?” Yoongi asks, leaning forward, eyeing Namjoon and Jimin.
You all shift to face the producer. “They will be given out depending on the outcome of the Bangasm Bomb. I will hand out the tasks once YN chooses her suitor.”
You clear your throat, this was easy. “Namjoon, I choose Namjoon.”
“Thank you.” Namjoon rushes over to hug you, his face bright. “Why me?”
“I’ve had a date with Yoongi and one with Jimin, I’d like to have one with you too if you’d have me.” You explain it wasn’t as simple but you’d much rather explain that to him in private.
“Well, now that is decided, in the kitchen, there is a black envelope with your tasks on it. You will take your envelope and then make a confessional explaining your thoughts on It. Hoseok, you will need to make one too, for your elimination of course. Y/N your and Namjoons tasks will be in a joint envelope, you’ll find it to be gold. As always I will be in the caravan if you need me.” He turns on his heel and leaves before Seokjin can reach him about more grocery-related issues.
You all skimp back onto the sofa, no one rushing to find the next task. “Hobi I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be. I was expecting it and that’s okay.” He commiserates but it feels empty, you feel empty. His face seems void, the eyes that could have you whimpering seeming so soft.
“It doesn’t feel it.” You mumble, unsure if anyone heard you.
Seokjin continues to rub your shoulder, providing you with some much-needed comfort. “Now baby, come on, Hobi knows you don’t mean to hurt him. It’s a pride thing, not a Y/N thing.”
“This is fucking shit.” Jungkook settles further into the sofa, pulling his knees up to his chest.
No one denied it, and no one argued. They felt the same.
Hoseok wordlessly stands, heading toward the door. “Hoseok, where are you-“
“Confessional.” He retorts, the door closing behind him.
His presence - or lack thereof- is felt instantly, the room seemed far too large for the seven of you.
“We should move on to completing the tasks, that way we can get the day done and then deal with these unresolved feelings tonight.” Yoongi prompts, extending a hand to you to which Jungkook takes full offence.
“Hyung you never hold my hand.” The maknae whines, forcing his hand in between your own and the doctors.
He groans at the argumentative state of the younger. “This is exactly why.” Considering his “annoyance” he concedes quickly, letting Jungkook encase his free hand.
“Yoongi Hyung is going soft on us, you really do have a magical pussy.” Jimin clicks his tongue, poking your side as he saunters ahead of you. Ass swaying in tow.
You shoot Jungkook a warning look as he giggles. Although it proves futile as further snickers come from Taehyung who has latched onto jins bicep, them seemingly closer now than ever before.
“Laugh all you want but it’s MY magical pussy which means I decide if your dick goes anywhere near it, which it won’t be if you make another comment like that.” You quip, your own angry facade hard to maintain at the fond smile Namjoon wears.
The angst that previously reigned over the villa dissipated, the calming atmosphere making a quiet comeback as you all settle into the kitchen, the envelopes just as Sejin described. Namjoon headed for your shared one, waiting for you to signal the okay before opening it. Despite your worry for Hoseok, you focused on the current situation, as Namjoon ripped open the gold envelope. A credit card drops to the floor as he unravels the paper.
“What’s that for?” Seokjin picks it up, placing it on the table with a tap.
“Apparently for the spontaneous shopping trip, I and YN are going on.” Namjoon deadpans.
“What?” Shopping?
“To YN and her Suitor, you are tasked with the following.
1. Enter a clothing store and model 3 sets of lingerie, chose one to buy.
2. Buy 2 sex toys of your choosing, both of which must be useable for your final task.
3. You may return to the house for 20 minutes to prepare, you must be wearing or using the items purchased, you will then take a walk with your suitor around the garden of the house, and you will be asked a series of questions all of which your suitor will ask. You must not orgasm until this is over.
Clarification:
1. Your suitor will be recording all day, the driver will take you to stores that the production team has spoken to and allowed for filming to take place.
2. The garden is secure, no one will be privy to the ongoing acts.
3. You can end the task at any moment by saying “Free me.”
“I wasn’t expecting that.” Taehyungs mouth slacks in surprise as does yours.
Considering the kind of show you were making things so far had been tame, of course, the scenes could get a little extreme but aside from the prompts and the few fair rules you had been given the production company gave you all control over the things you could and couldn’t do. It was fair to say you were all shocked at the sudden turn.
“How do you feel about it?” Yoongi asked, his thumb caressing the back of your hand, you made note of his left hand resting a little too high on the cam boy's thigh but you didn’t say anything, the way he was wringing his own hands together acting as a clear indication he was feeling something at the skinship.
You shrug, it was unexpected but every sexual act had been broadcasted to the world, there wasn’t much you could feel shamed or embarrassed about. You were just about ready to explain that when the door closed behind you, Hoseok joining the conversation as he slid into the closest chair. Resuming the conversation with a simple “Feel about what?”
Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, your stomach feeling uneasy at the unspoken situation. “Oh…just, Namjoon show him.”
You watch his facial expressions change from sullen to surprise. “That’s different.” He slides the paper back across the table, leaning back in his chair. His posture still radiates a dominance that you know you’ll miss.
“You should go and get ready, the car will be here for you both soon.” Jimin nods to you. “Besides we all have our own tasks.”
You don’t know what exactly possesses you to make this the moment you try something new, maybe it was the desperation within you to make things feel right, or maybe it was the worry that things wouldn’t ever feel right but either way, something convinced you now was the right time, and who were you to argue with your gut. Turning your body in your chair to face Hoseok you let your face drop, something which was common in scenes with the other before reaching out your hand that you had carefully extracted from Yoongis grasp. “Sir..”
“Yes?” His voice was dark, like an instant switch.
“Would you help me get ready?” Your voice was meek but he still heard it.
“So polite. It would be my pleasure, to go and wait in your room. You know how I like you.”
You smiled at the praise as you stood from your seat, not giving anyone a second look as you headed straight for your room. You graciously fell to your knees, allowing yourself to use these few minutes to process the fresh elimination.
It was getting harder, there are only 3 weeks left until the show ends, and you weren’t as nervous about that as you were for the next two eliminations. Every choice has been hard, every choice has left you in a position to feel negative thoughts the way you never had before. You were sure Hoseok was going to reject you, going to tell you that you eliminated him so he owed you nothing. Realistically, you knew he wouldn’t be like that, he was sweet, kind and gentle. He had a heart of gold. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body -spare the dominant side of him within a scene- so expecting him to react that way was borderline insane.
Still, you worried. It was impossible not to.
Until the door opened at least and then all you could focus on was your breathing, trying to calm yourself as your shaky breaths filled the silence.
Even as his hand came to caress your head, you still couldn’t relax. “What’s got you so nervous?”
“You, Sir.” There’s nothing better than honesty.
He extended a hand, pulling you up for your feet. “Come and sit on the bed with me.”
You didn’t respond verbally, you simply followed through with his simple instruction, sitting close to him but not close enough to touch. “Look at me.”
To which you did, a breathtaking smile plastered across his face. “I’m not upset with you, I was expecting it. I was upset yes but as Seokjin said it was a pride thing.”
“You - you were expecting it?” You stuttered, shocked, he definitely hadn’t seemed as such.
He nodded. “Can I hug you?”
“Please.” You whispered.
His arms were tight around you, secure, grounding. Warm. Safe. You sniffled wetly, tears definitely staining his shirt. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he waited until you pulled away before speaking.
“I want to tell you something.”
“Okay.”
“I’m aromatic, you know this. But there are levels to friendship, at least to me there are. I never formed close bonds with people before the show and for a while, I was convinced even here I wouldn’t get to have them, it’s hard for people to accept what they can’t understand. However, here there was nothing but acceptance and I’m very grateful for that. I have found friendships with you all that I assure you I want for life, I hold you all dear to my heart. You are all like my VIP people. Special friends.”
“You’re my VIP too.” You sniffled with a smile. the tears drying on your cheeks.
“Now let’s get you ready.” He hummed, standing up. An eyebrow raised as he asked, “Do you have any requests?”
You shook your head, knowing it was more of a trick question. “No sir.”
His voice was dark, dominating when he whispered the praise. “Good girl.”
It only took 40 minutes for you to be ready, Hobi gave you 10 minutes to shower and then another 7 to dress yourself. Giving you 23 minutes for everything else. He had chosen a white dress that you had forgotten existed, hidden away in the back of your closet.
It was a beautiful piece really, with lace trimming the neckline and sleeves, the silky material covered with a thin layer of mesh. You felt like you were worth a million dollars, everyone made it known that they agreed with you once you rejoined the group.
Namjoon drew a sharp breath, placing his coffee cup down on the table. “You look beautiful.”
For someone who was just so sure about your confidence an hour earlier - you had none now still you managed a quick “Thank you.”
The members of the house had always been somewhat romantic with one another, fleeting touches, hushed confessions of love, quaint compliments that bring out a deep unwanted but appreciated blush. You had witnessed it multiple times and enjoyed witnessing it. Yet whenever you became the sole focus point of said attention you found yourself embarrassed, not insecure but shy, nervous to accept it. After all, they were beautiful men themselves.
You liked to say you knew them well by this point, you knew them as people, friends, lovers. You know them as people you love and because of that you should know they like to tease, yet it never ceases to wind you up whenever they did. As somewhat usual, Yoongi was the one to instigate it. “You look gorgeous, delectable even. How about you let me bend you over the counter again? I’m sure Hoseok won’t mind choosing you another dress.”
“If anyone is going to wreck her wearing white it will be me.” Jimin cut in, his plush lips curling up in a grin. “All pretty in white like a wife”
“Oh please, if she was going to marry anyone it wouldn’t be you.” Hoseok defended.
Seokjin scoffed, interrupting the unspoken tension between the pair. “I think I’d be the best candidate.”
“Actually, I think I could be a great husband.” Taehyung countered. Giving Jimin a pointed look. “Right minie? You wouldn’t disagree with me.”
“Wha-“ he began, realising that Tae had been goading him. “Shut up.”
“That’s rude.” The masseuse spat.
Jimin took a step closer to him. “Do you want me to show you what rude is?”
Jungkook chimed in, his face amused. “You are both so gay.”
“You literally had dick up your ass a few hours ago.” Yoongi laughed.
You all watched as Jungkook reached out his foot to kick Yoongi in his shin, the doctor rushing to rub the sore spot.
We," Jungkook picked up a stray pen that had been left on the table, gesturing between himself and Yoongi, "are not on talking terms."
Yoongi slid back on his chair, clearly offended. “You were the one who kicked me.”
“And you kicked my heart.” Jungkook retorted, pouting.
“What does that even mean?” Seokjin leaned over, his eyes meeting with the cam boy.
“If you keep acting like that I’ll just go and ask Sejin to marry me.” You added, eliciting a much louder reaction, all projecting their disagreement.
The scene was quite exciting to watch, in fact, you would have watched them bicker all day if it weren’t for the car pulling up just a few feet from the house. “That’s our ride.”
You turned to the voice behind you, with all the shenanigans ongoing you hadn’t had a chance to take him in, to steal a selfish glance. Now that you did, it was safe to say you were pleased with what was before you.
He was wearing jeans, smart jeans. If you could call them that, along with a plaid button-up. His entire outfit screamed educated, academic, smart, prestige. His hair was brushed back, and styled in a way you weren’t the most familiar with.
Still, he looked perfect. Too perfect.
Perfect enough that you would gladly suck his cock right here if once again it weren’t for the car awaiting you both.
That damn car.
“Let’s get going.” Namjoon prompted, a hand on your back as he led you over to where your shoes lie.
You slipped them on wordlessly, the black Converse sneakers contrasting the white of the dress.
You bid your goodbyes before heading out, hand in hand with Namjoon. You thanked him as he opened the car door for you, the small video camera case in his other hand.
“Let’s do this.” He seemed confident, you were thankful for that.
***
“So.” Jimin settled into his seat, pulling out his black envelope from the pile on the table. “Who’s first?”
“I’ll go,” Yoongi grumbled, opening his in stark contrast to how Namjoon had carelessly ripped his open earlier. His eyes skimmed over the receipt-size paper within it. “Oh wow, I have to make one of you cum using my mouth.” He gestured the paper between Hobi and Jimin.
“No way, we’ve never had something like that before. I’ll read mine, maybe it’s just a one-off?” Hoseok was dumbfounded, the rest of them just as confused.
It was not a one-off. “Edge one of the remaining gentlemen twice.”
“Let me see.” Jungkook jumped up from his spot, snatching the paper from Hoseok who firmly grabbed his wrist in response.
“Is that how we act?”
Jungkook looked towards Yoongi and Jin before shaking his head, eyebrows furrowing. “..no”
“What was that?” Hoseok stood, his aura alone cussing the younger to seem small. “Speak up princess.”
“I said no.” He reaffirmed, the nickname clearly affecting him in more ways than one.
Hoseoks hand grasped his chin, forcing the cam boy to look him in the eye. “Next time ask, or I’ll turn your ass red.”
“Yes sir.” He responded meekly, all hyperactivity gone.
“Good boy, now try that again.” Hobi insisted, loosening his grip on the younger.
“Please can I see?” It was really like a switch the way hobi was able to change between his regular carefree self and his dominating persona.
“Of course, you can.” He silently handed the envelope over, returning to his seat as if nothing had transpired. “I choose Jimin.”
The latter choked at the mention of his name. “What?”
“You heard me, I want to edge you. Unless you can’t handle it.” Jimin knew he was being bated, and bite he did.
“Fine, you couldn't make me feel good enough to cum let alone edge me but if you want to fail then by all means go ahead.”
Hoseok cocked an eyebrow at that, enjoying the challenge. “You say that now, we can always repeat the past.”
“Whatever.” Jimin conceded, turning his attention to his own envelope. “Make one of the remaining gentlemen have two orgasms.”
“Can I see?” Taehyung peered over, making an effort not to report Jungkook mistake with the Dom.
This made Jimin smile, proud even. “Sure pup.” Taehyung relished in the softness.
“Who is doing what?” Seokjin piped up, elbows resting against the table.
“It feels unfamiliar, there have never been tasks like this between us. I wonder what encouraged the change. I wouldn’t mind doing it with either of you, seeing as Hoseok will be edging Jimin I suggest that I give Hoseok the blowjob and Jimin makes me cum twice. That’s the simplest I guess.” Yoongi finished, eyeing the table.
“Makes sense.” Jungkook agreed, resting his head against Seokjin's broad shoulder.
“Let’s get this over with.” Jimin stands, looking towards Hobi expectantly who simply nods, following behind him as he trudged up the stairs.
“They are weird.” Jungkook offered, watching them disappear to the upper level of the house.
There were murmurs of agreement accompanied by Taehyungs giggle. “Definitely.”
None of them waited for the others to return, it would be a while. They all spaced out, awaiting the tasks to be completed.
***
The drive wasn’t too long, you had to ask it was nice to be out of the house. You had nearly forgotten what the outside world was like.
“You okay there?” Namjoon whispered, cautious of the driver.
You felt yourself tense up, he had been so quiet you’d nearly forgotten his presence altogether. “Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking.”
“I’m here if you want to share.” He rubbed your thigh with his hand, it was an innocent gesture.
It didn’t mean it couldn’t make you want more.
“It’s weird to be outside, I sometimes forget that the world is so different to what we have all been living for the past few weeks. Eliminations are really hard.” You admitted.
He hummed in response. “I can understand that. I think it’s hard for me to comfort you within that but as a gentleman I can assure you that we don’t take it personally. We know you don’t have a choice, we love you either way.”
“Do you think you will all still love me even once the show ends?”
“I like to think nothing will change. We can’t predict things like that. We all have our own lives before the show, all lived in different places, and all had different friend groups and interests.” He surmises. It was honest even though blunt.
“I know that.” You sigh, turning back to the window. “I don’t want things to change.”
“Change is inevitable, what we do when things change isn’t. If you’re seriously worried about this maybe it’s worth having another conversation with the group as a whole.” It made sense, knowing the show was coming to an end you’d all have to figure out what you really wanted after the show.
“Not yet, closer to the end. I want to enjoy the blissful ignorance a little longer.” You added, the conversation between you coming to a halt as the car pulled up to a secluded store.
“Great, sketchy.” You laughed, accepting his helping hand as you climbed out of the car. “You better put the camera on.”
After a few moments of fumbling around with the device you had it working, and were silently entering the lingerie store. No one was around, and even still, you felt like you were up to no good.
“Calm down, Daddy is here. Let’s go pick you out something pretty to wear for me.”His voice was raspy, your body reacted almost instantaneously, and you wanted his hands all over you.
He laughed, mostly to himself, as he released your hand. Allowing you to walk in front of him as he filmed you from behind.
“I wanna see you in red.” He comments, a careless tone to his voice.
“Yes, Daddy.” You whispered low enough that the few staff occupating the shop floor wouldn’t hear, you weren’t entirely sure the camera would pick up the sound but you weren’t bothered.
You shuffled around the store, browsing the shelves. If the staff hadn’t been made privy to the reason you were there then it would have seemed as if you and your boyfriend were on a fun date. You liked that idea. Maybe once the show was over you would be able to do that without cameras.
You hoped.
After gathering a few different items you both shuffled off to the dressing rooms, they were more secure than the usual curtain-wrapped ones, it was spacious and bright with mirrors covering the wall. Enough room for both you and Namjoon to fit in. Despite how sketchy it looked on the outside you found yourself pleasantly surprised by the inside.
“I’ll sit here.” He gestures to the small wooden chair in the corner., camera in hand.“You get dressed.”
You hung up the few items you had and took off your dress, dropping the article to the ground. Next was the underwear. You didn’t mind getting naked in front of people and it had become somewhat normal to do that with a camera around, still, you could put on a show for the academic.
You turned to face the door, looking away from Namjoon as you swayed your hips to the soft music the store was playing. By no means were you a great dancer but you knew how to use your body. You hooked a finger in the waistband of your panties, bending over as you slipped them down your legs, finally kicking them to the side as you spread your ass.
You heard him intake a sharp breath, the chair shuffling back a little. You slowly straighten up, hands still running over your thighs and ass before reaching up to undo the clasp of your bra, it took you more than one attempt - definitely a little clumsier than you’d have hoped but from the clenched jaw of the man in from you knew you were turning him on, his hard cock another indication of his enjoyment.
You let your hands massage your boobs before reaching out for the first lingerie set, it was a dark red, with a black lace embellishment around the ass, it was tight around your skin, highlighting your curves in all the right places.
“Spin,” Namjoon commanded, and you obeyed. Twirling around slowly. “So pretty.” He chuckled, standing up to approach you.
His hand run down your back, grasping as your ass before sliding a hand between your legs. Even if this wasn’t a set you were going to choose, you definitely had to buy it now.
“You’re wet already?” He pressed his back against you making your breath stutter.
You nod, reaching your hands behind you to hold him, steadying yourself as he pushes your thighs further apart with his hand. “Bend over.”
He held your waist as you did, you could feel his throbbing member rubbing against you even with the material of his pants and your newly chosen - and ruined - lingerie.
He landed a smack to your ass, causing you to hiss before instinctively pushing back against him, missing the slight pleasure the friction was bringing you.
He stepped away, leaving you bent at the waist. You knew he had sat back down as the chair once again scraped along the floor. You didn’t move, he didn’t tell you to. Not for a few minutes before grumbling “Try the next one.”
There was no need for a verbal response, you didn’t want to waste time talking. You wanted to get this done and have him use you in any way he wanted, the dominating energy he exerted was overwhelming, and overpowering and you basked in it like a flower does the sun.
The blue set came with stockings, the fabric thicker than the last, covering more of your ass whilst being looser around the chest. Not enough to expose your tits but enough that if you were to walk too fast you’d definitely flash a nipple. You hoped you hadn’t looked too awkward shifting between the clothing, wanting to please Joon more than anything.
It took you a little longer to get situated, the stockings getting caught on your toe a few times before you managed to get them on properly. Still, he was pleased, sending praises your way as he motions for you to come closer.
He places the camera on the small wooden stool beside him, setting it up as best he can to have you in view as you fall into his lap, your legs on either side of his. “You like this one?”
“I do.” He runs a hand clumsily up and down your back before letting them fall to your ass. “I love it.”
“We will get these two then.” You mumble, leaning in to kiss him. His hands are firm on your ass, massaging it as a single finger strays further toward your pussy.
The kiss is hot and heavy, clumsy but passionate, you grind down on his lap cussing him to groan into his mouth. You relished in that, the vibrations of his pleasure rocketing through you. “Can’t fuck you here baby.”
“I know.” You pull back further, ceasing the back-and-forth rhythm your hips had fallen into. “Let’s take these and get the second task done.”
Wordlessly he switches the camera off, he was good with that, making sure the public didn’t see something like a location or an employee's face as you walked through the store. He helped you slip your dress back on, putting the chosen - and used - lingerie into the small bags within the room. “I’ll go pay, you finish up here.”
With a chaste kiss to your forehead, he is ducking out of the room, face redder than he probably realised. If the staff didn’t hear you they would definitely know by the look on his face, which made you giggle.
By the time he returned, you were ready, he laced your fingers in his own and started directing you towards the door, you didn’t look at the staff on your departure, they didn’t look at you but they knew the man joined to your hip was yours and that gave you more reassurance than you thought necessary.
*****
“Took you long enough, if you wanted to fuck each other you should have done so a long time ago.” Yoongi was crass, crude even.
Both Hoseok and Jimin were freshly showered, but still, the smell of sex clung to them.
“You’re next baby boy,” Jimin whispered against Yoongi as he walked past him to slump into the sofa. “Let me eat something first.”
“I’ll make some lunch.” Seokjin offered.
With a nod from Jungkook, he was off, ready to satisfy the maknae in any way he wanted. Whether it be food or otherwise.
Jungkook shuffled over, resting his head against Jimins shoulder. Watching both Tae and Hoseok talk in the garden. “How was it?”
“He is awful at sex.” Jimin huffed, a hand coming up to card through Jungkooks hair. “It was fine.”
“You’re an awful liar.” The cam boy laughed, pushing his face further into Jimins neck.
Everyone was somewhat used to the touchiness of the youngest, much like himself Jimin understood that touch calmed Jungkook. It wasn’t rare that he would seek out some form of physical comfort but still, something seemed off. “What’s wrong with you today baby? Snatching earlier, snuggling now. You feeling okay?”
“I'm fine.”
He definitely was not. “What’s wrong?”
“Yoongi Hyung and Seokjin Hyung.”
Jimin looked over to the mentioned men, they seemed normal. Yoongi was sitting at the table, Seokjin begging to fry eggs. “What about them?”
“When you were upstairs, it was like they wouldn’t talk to each other, even Tae said it was weird, I don’t know something just seemed wrong.”
“Have you asked them?” Jimin leans his head against the younger who has shifted to have a clearer view of the kitchen, the open plan proving useful. “They seem okay now.”
“I know but it doesn’t feel it, I don’t want to bring it up to them in case there is something wrong and I make it worse.” The younger deflates, letting out a deep breath. “Maybe they are fine and I’m the problem.”
“Hey.” Jimin turned to cup his face with a look of concern in his eyes. “Why would you say that?”
“I don’t know, I’m going to go and work out for a while, call me when the food is ready.” He slipped out of Jimins hold, ignoring the worried glance he received.
Definitely worried.
Jimin stood walking over to where both Yoongi and Seokjin occupied the space, grabbing their attention as he taps on the table. “What’s wrong with kook?”
“What do you mean?” Seokjin turns, resting the spatula against the counter. “What’s wrong?”
“He thinks that he’s a problem, that you two aren’t okay,” Jimin explains, leaning against the wall.
“We had a discussion last night about the future, the way he put it was “Jin hyung is a therapist, Yoongi Hyung is a doctor and I'm a cam boy.”
“When did he start thinking that's all he is? He loved camming.” Jimin was dumbfounded, truly.
Yoongi shrugged, taking a sip from his coffee cup. “He said he was reading some things on social media.”
“About?”
“About himself, negative ones. Yoongi and I spoke about it this morning in the shower whilst we thought he was asleep but he thinks we are arguing because we were whispering, he said we were faking happiness.” Jimin wasn’t inept, nor was he the most emotional but hearing that their Jungkook thought that way stung a little, surprised him even.
“He has to know how much we love him.” Jimin sounds as if he is pleading, maybe he was. “He has to know…right?”
“I think we need to all talk once Namjoon and YN get home, for now, we should get these tasks finished. He will be okay, he’s resilient.”
They all knew that to be true, it didn’t stop them from worrying though.
***
“Why is it they chose sketchy-looking stores, I swear if I catch an STD because they couldn’t afford something better I’ll sue.” You groaned, Namjoon laughing in response as you wrap your arm around his bicep.
“It doesn’t look that bad, maybe a little cheap. Most sex shops are.” He was way too confident in that clarification.
“And how would you know.”
Well…”
“Well?”
“Oh look here’s the door let’s go inside”
You stopped dead in your tracks, pulling on his arm. “Kim Namjoon.”
“I went into one before with a friend for his birthday after we turned 18, I wasn’t in there long but it was a crummy run-down place.”
“Maybe we only fit the class for a crummy run-down sex shops.” You laughed, his hand slipping to rest around your waist. “Let’s get this over with, I want to get home already.”
“Desperate?” He was too amused at the situation.
You narrow your eyes. “Shut up.”
He held his hand up in defence. “Okay okay let’s go.”
“Turn the camera on.” You instruct, leaving him to walk ahead.
You hear the distinctive bleep of the camera starting, time to put on a show. The store had less staff than the last, only occupied by a middle-aged man. It’s not as if anyone would be coming to rob a sex shop anyway. He was too far away to hear anything, so putting on your best innocent look you turn to Namjoon, an irresistible pout plastered across your face. “Oh, daddy will you help me choose some toys so you can play with me?”
“Yn!” He whisper shouts, eyes darting to the worker.
Despite his warning, you pushed. If he wanted to keep teasing you’d rile him up enough to give you what you wanted. “Please Daddy, I’ll be good.”
“You're so pretty when you beg.” his voice was warm. “Let's go choose these toys and get you home.”
You led him further into the store, careful not to trip on the three stairs at the entryway. “It has to be something useable outside. Maybe a small vibrator and nipple clamps?”
“Do you think you’d be able to walk around the garden with a vibrator inside of you?” He cocked an eyebrow, his face a mask of amusement.
“Is that a challenge? Because I definitely could.” You couldn’t, you knew you couldn’t, and you were setting yourself up for failure.
“Fine, let’s go get one.” He points over to the wall of sealed toys, you don’t hesitate before approaching, and neither does Namjoon. “What about this one, perfect size for you right?”
You turn to see what he’s looking at, almost choking with laughter when you do, the long neon green vibrator outshining anything else. “Are you serious?”
“What’s wrong with it?” He asks, pulling it off the shelf to look at the back of the packet. “It seems okay”
“Joon it’s bright green and way too big. We need smaller ones.” You sigh taking a step back to scan the wall. “Like that!” You point out a light purple bullet vibratory, attached to a remote control. Perfect.
He helped you get it down as it was a few shelves too high for you, his bigger frame coming in handy so as not to disturb the shopkeeper. “Now one more baby.”
“Are you still recording? I wonder if they will even have any good content from this.” You weren’t bothered if they did, you couldn’t really care about the show at this point.
“I am, what else do you want?” He asks,
You looked around once again, dismissing the butt plugs, collars and blindfolds. Binding and sensory deprivation was okay but definitely not in the open. “I’m not sure, I don’t want anything too obvious.”
“How about you let me choose?” He offers, clearly with an item in mind. You try to follow his gaze but you couldn’t. Once again, he had the perk of being taller.
To be honest, you wanted to go home, the separation from everyone seeming weird. “Nothing neon.” you resign. Taking a step closer to the door to let him browse.
You wince when you finally realise what he chooses, the item being somewhat familiar - nipple clamps. Even if you had a valid reason to protest you couldn’t as he was already heading to pay.
You were sure you wouldn’t survive with the vibrator, but this? No way were you going to be able to walk the length of the garden and not orgasm.
You were just setting yourself up for failure. Usually, you’d be okay with that, but not now, not with this prize at stake.
****
“You’re evil.” Yoongi huffed out of breath, cum trickling down his pale thighs. “Evil man.”
“You loved it.” Jimin sighed, a hand rubbing the orders back, his fingertips grazing against the top of Yoongis ass.
“I did.” Yoongi leans in, stealing another kiss from Jimin. “It felt good.”
“Is that a thank you I hear?”
Yoongi laughs, pulling himself out from the sheets, slipping on a shirt. “You wish.”
“I prefer you when you’re begging for an orgasm.” Jimin tutted, standing to slip his pants back on. “So just you and Hoseok now.”
“What’s the deal with you two?” Yoongi asks, way too bluntly.
It catches jimin off guard. “He forgot something that I’d have liked him to remember.”
“Seems serious.” Yoongi gruff a, tugging a knot out of his hair. “Did you resolve it?”
“It’s not perfect by any means but better.” He didn’t hate Hoseok, far from it. He wouldn’t admit it but as stubborn as he was he had developed a new found liking if the older, beyond the toleration he had been doing. “Should I get him so you can finish up?”
There was still a blow job to give after all. “Sure. Might as well finish now.”
“I’ll send him up,” Jimin confirms, kissing the older one on his cheek as he disappears out of the door.
Yoongi was relieved to have a few minutes to let the blush die down. He wasn’t entirely sure when he started to become so affected by every touch or the intimate moment but he was, he could understand Jungkook and YN more, and the desire to be with everyone in some form was growing.
“I heard you were waiting for me.” The doctor all but jumped out of his skin as Hobis's hand touched his shoulder.
“Fuck Hoseok!” Yoongi pants bringing a hand to his heart. “I was but I think I’ll reconsider that blow job now because my heart is going pound out of my chest any moment now.” Yoongi sassed.
Hobi had never been one to get outwardly dominant with him before, Yoongi had only caught glimpses here and there, never being the sole subject of it. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t interested, Hoseok was an attentive man, his dominating aura even more attractive. “How do you feel about face slapping?”
The question threw Yoongi off, he certainly wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t have any outward feeling about it, I think it could be enjoyable. I'd say it’s more so a green of mine, why?”
Hoseok raised his hand from Yoongis' shoulder to tap his face with it, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to stun him. “Don’t sass me again. I promise it won’t bode well.”
“I- okay.” Yoongi was hard, definitely hard.
“Boxers off, On your knees.”
Words weren’t necessary, not when he was already removing the garment and falling to his knees, albeit with a lack of grace.
“Take your shirt off.” The Dom was quick to free his cock pulling the half-hard member out. Waiting until Yoongi had removed his shirt before approaching. “You know what to do don’t you or should I spell it out for you?”
“Y-yes.” Yoongi stuttered, it was adorable. “I know.”
He brought his hands up to Hoseoks cock, wrapping a hand around it as he tugged on it, his finger grazing over the tip drawing a hiss from the younger. “Use your mouth.”
This was where Yoongi shined, really. He wrapped his lips around the tip sucking gently before sliding down, essentially deep-throating. he held himself there for a few seconds before the urge to breathe overwhelmed him. “Look at you, trying so hard just to please my cock. I didn’t tell you to stop though. The next time you pull away I won’t be so nice.” Hoseok cooed, a fake grin plastered on his face as he guides Yoongis's mouth back onto himself.
I want to see you on the edge, Hoseok instructs. Yoongi reaches down and grabs his dick, giving it a few light pumps. The Dom is pleased, a hand rough in the others hair” Yeah, like that." Hoseok reach’s down and thimbles the doctors nipple between his fingers. "Make yourself feel good."
Yoongi needed no help in doing that, despite the fact he secretly wished it was the Dom making him feel good he was all too eager to get off as he gagged around Hoseoks cock as he began fucking his throat.
The noises were obscene, yoongis moans stuck in his throat as he continues fucking into his hand, the sound of spit and his useless gags around the ruthless Dom using his throat as nothing more than a hole to fuck.
“I’m going to cum down your throat and you’re going to swallow it, if I see so much as a drop escape we will be doing it again.”
Yoongi sucked eagerly in response, hollowing his cheeks as he let the other plough into him, stilling only when he began to cum. As instructed Yoongi swallowed the tangy liquid, the warmth of it both enjoyable and hard to stomach. The doms hand came up, tapping his cheek. He opened his mouth in response, proud he had done what was asked of him.
Hosoek hummed, pleased. “Get yourself off on my leg.”
“W-what?” Yoongi strained, his voice weak.
“Get yourself off on my leg, I want to watch you cum undone beneath me. Understand?” He asked, eyeing the older for any discomfort. “What’s your colour?”
“Green.”
“Then?” Hosoek stared, expectantly. “Rut your Pathetic cock against my leg.”
His limbs being exhausted didn’t help but still, he wrapped himself around the doms leg, angling his hard cock against his calf. Using his own leg to trap his cock he began thrusting, wincing as the fabric of Hoseoks pants caused friction. “You have no idea how pretty you look like this.”
That was encouragement enough for Yoongi, he rutted harder against the younger. With a few more sloppy thrusts yoongis cock spurted all over himself, Hoseok and the floor. He slowly stilled himself, thankful for the strength of the other to hold them both.
“So good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Yoongi nodded, a shower sounded good right about now.
***
With a text from Sejin indicating you were allowed to choose somewhere to eat out providing it wasn’t too long you’d stopped off at a convenience store where you both chose to eat ramen, the food fitting for the outing, even the driver settling down in the car with some gimbap.
With the cameras, off and no one around you were able to talk freely. “It’s so weird to be outside, this whole day has felt weird.”
“It has, I don’t think any of us were expecting the bomb task to be like this, it’s never been so public before. I didn’t even think they would want a show like this conducted in public.” He brings his ramen-laden chopsticks to his mouth, inhaling the food.
You swallow your own mouthful, resting an arm atop the table. “I just think it’s-“ weird? “Different.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah.” You nod, bringing another loud of noodles to your mouth. “Go ahead.
“How are you feeling about the show?”
“Honestly? I think I’m starting to hate it, the rules and eliminations are just making things harder. It was fine until there were real feelings involved, what about you?” You turn the question.
He shrugs, staring out the dirty window before turning back to you. “I like the fact we get to be together all the time.”
That was another thing you loved about Namjoon, he was almost always optimistic, with a hopeful mindset allowing him to focus on the positives rather than the negatives. “Me too. I think hobi took the elimination okay.”
“It really doesn’t bother us, maybe in the beginning but now it’s just pointless being upset about. Especially as there are only a few more weeks before it’s all over.” He was right, only a few more weeks.
“Times gone way too fast.” You pout, despite the stress of the show none of you seemed eager to enter back into the real world.
“Talking of, if you finished we should head back.” The driver explained, poking his head around the store's door.
“Oh right, yeah sorry, coming now.” Namjoon stands, taking both your empty pots, and depositing them into the trash.
The driver was older and somewhat oblivious. The light sound of the music playing from the radio is a welcome filler to the quiet environment of the car. Namjoons hand rest against your own on your thigh.
Despite the fact you were going home you were far from being done with the fun you had in mind. You slipped your hand from under his moving it to rest on his own thigh, every few seconds edging it closer to his clothed bulge. He shifted in his seat, shooting you a look that should have discouraged you.
It did not.
You felt your little finger graze his cock, it wasn’t enough of a touch to cause him to react but the way he brought his hand to his mouth whilst he pretended to look out of the window make you preen knowing that you could get him like that.
So that’s how the journey continued, you edging closer and closer, touching him with a finger or two only to pull away after a few intense seconds. Only pulling away when the house came into view.
You’d seen the look he wore only a handful of times, only when he was walking the line between soft boyfriend Namjoon and daddy Namjoon.
You bid your thanks and farewell to the driver before obliviously turning towards the garden, aimlessly looking around. Until Namjoon grasped your arm, redirecting you to the house.
“Inside.” His voice is stern, you don’t question it, if anything you find yourself walking faster.
You slip off your shoes as he does, placing the few shopping bags on the ground, the house was quiet, with no one on the lower floor. Before you could explore you found yourself being pulled in the direction of the couch, Namjoon sitting down before pulling you over his lap causing you to squeal.
“You teased me all day, ignored my warnings and disobeyed me completely. I’m going to spank you 15 times and you’re going to count them. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You smirked, you knew it would work.
His hand came down unsuspectingly, you kicked your legs in response.
“Count.”
“One.”
Another slap. “Properly.”
“One Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
His hand came down again, and again and again, and each time you jerked, the force of his palm much firmer than you were expecting. You could feel yourself growing wet. You were sure yo ass was red as the last hit came. “Fi-fifteen Daddy.”
“Good girl, you did so good baby.” He chimed, pulling you up to sit in his lap.
He held you for a while, rocking your bodies back and forth on the couch. “The house is too quiet.”
“I think their instructions probably said something about not interfering with our task.” His voice was reassuring.
“Makes sense.” You whisper back, letting him lull you into a soft state.
You knew it had hardly been long when he slid you from his lap, helping you regain your balance. “You have to go and get changed, do you need help?”
“No I’ll be okay, I’ll be back in a little.” You grab the bags on the way to the stairs, skipping two at a time despite the way your legs felt limp.
With the blue lingerie on you slip the bullet vibrator inside, along with the nipple clamps. Thankfully he had chosen the adjustable ones so they didn’t hurt too much, the dark material covered it well. Although you were much more unsure about the vibrating device, especially so considering Namjoon would have the control.
You’d only been given 20 minutes to get yourself arranged, namjoons spanking using most of that time. With one final check, you exited down the stairs, the occupants that had been missing earlier were all seated on the couch at your entrance.
“Wow.”
“Beautiful.”
“So sexy, so perfect.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”
“You look amazing.”
You blushed at their responses, heading towards Namjoons side sliding him the control. “Let’s get this done with. Do you have the camera?”
“Yes, we can go out if you’re ready.” He rubbed a hand against your back. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I’m okay.” You nod, giving the others a look before heading outside. It wasn’t cold, far from it. It was no different from wearing lingerie but for some reason, it seemed much more intimate. Especially with the other six watching.
You didn’t even have a second to adjust yourself when the device began buzzing inside of you, if it wasn’t for Namjoon standing beside you to steady you then you were sure you would have face-planted the floor. “Careful baby, daddy’s got you.”
You knew that, they always had you.
You began walking, the villa was big, maybe it wasn’t until now that you realised just how big. The weight of the nipple clamps brings you a pleasurable pain, your orgasm coming and going in waves, Namjoon knowing just when to give you a break.
“The questions?” You ask, focusing on the floor beneath you as he walks a few steps behind, a camera on you.
“They are pure filth.” He laughs, pulling out the list from his pocket. “Question one, describe your dirtiest fantasy.”
“Free use, being tied up and left all day, not knowing when someone will fuck me next.” You put it blunt enough that he stuttered.
“W-wow. Okay. Wow, that’s… okay. Next question, what’s something you secretly enjoy.”
There wasn’t much left to be a secret at this point, “I guess I’d say overstimulation? Not being able to escape the pleasure whilst someone else can do as they puh- fuck- please.” You bit your lip, stifling a moan, stilling yourself for a moment to clench your thighs together. Namjoon nudged you forward a little, he wanted you to continue walking, so you did.
“Third question, what’s your least favourite punishment.”
That was an easy answer. “Denial, at the same time I love it. Knowing I could give it to myself but won’t.” You stood straight as the device stopped completely, turning back for an answer.
“Thought you liked denial.” He smirked.
You shook your head, already regretting the things this quiz was making you reveal. “Not like this no, just, more please?”
He pointed ahead of you, you continued walking and the vibratory continued. The chain of the nipple clamps ratting every time you trembled over in pleasure.
“Fourth question. What’s your favourite punishment?”
You recalled his earlier “correction” of your disobedient behaviour. “Spanking.”
He laughed at that, flicking the vibratory up a notch. “Cute. We are halfway, fifth question - dominant or submissive?”
“I find myself leaning more to submissive, ah, but I have my moments, I li-like domination bu-bu-but I’m not as sure in it, I think that’s why I may lean more towards submission, there’s more familiarity.” You moaned this time loud enough that has anyone else had been around they would have heard it. Your hand come to cover your mouth.
Namjoon didn’t take too favourably to that, reaching out to stop your arm. “Don’t, you sound beautiful.”
“Okay.” You nodded. You let yourself lean into his arm, resting your head back against his chest light vibrations causing your legs to shake. You were so dangerously on the edge. “Hurry.” You breathed, your pace picking up.
“Sixth question- favourite person to dominate.”
You suck in a breath, Namjoon once again toying with the level of the vibrations. “I think I’d have to go with Tae and Jungkook as equals, Taehyung is lovely to have in pet play, and Jungkook begs so beautifully. Both give me whiplash.”
You could tell he wanted to get through this as much as you, you were a few minutes away from reaching the door again. “Seventh question, favourite person to be dominated by.”
“Couldn’t - can’t - decide.” You moaned again, your legs nearly giving out underneath you. “All dominate me in their own way, love them all.”
He laughed at the next one. “Eight question, do you masturbate in the house alone?”
You struggled to catch your breath, the idea of giving up and rubbing your cunt until you came was all too appealing, but still, you answered. “N-no, only once or twice. The bathroom- no cameras.” You weren’t ashamed, in the beginning, you were still coming into yourself, you found yourself sneaking off once or twice to have a few private moments, you were much more sure of how to ask for what you wanted, the need of self-pleasure no more when you have 7… well 3… ready to please you.
“I wonder what everyone else will think about that. Ninth question- would you ever want a life with some form of domination every day.”
Oh, that. “No, well it depends, not all day every day, something every day maybe.” Even you noticed your answer had changed from the resounding no you gave just a few weeks ago.
“Last one baby you did so well.” He helps you stand straight, lowering the toy to allow you a moment to focus. “What words or phrases turn you on most.”
“Degrading one’s, even if they are soft.” You were thankful for the ease of the question.
You see Sejin Hovering around as you reached the door, you suddenly felt way too exposed. Namjoon seemed to realise and slipped of his thin jacket, letting you wrap yourself in the large material.
“I just need the camera.” He explains, Namjoon hands it over waving goodbye to the producer.
You squealed unsuspectingly as he wrapped an arm around you, reaching down to carry you bridle style.
He carried you inside kicking off his shoes as he rushed to lay you down on the couch, turning the vibrator up to the highest function, his hand coming down to massage your clit. Ignoring the other eyes on you as he brought you closer to the edge. You writhed against him, moaning endlessly as your orgasm tore through you. The haziness took over as you felt yourself cum.
“Fuck, you squirted baby.” You heard someone say, you couldn’t make out who, the overstimulation becoming far too much. “Can’t take it.” Your words were slurred, and weak.
“Thought this was your guilty pleasure sweetheart, just take it like a good girl for Daddy.” Namjoons hand was caressing you as he held your arms down.
It was only a few seconds you were sure but eventually, the vibrations become enough to make you cry, you were sure you were crying when it finally switched off. “So good, you did so fucking good, I love you I’m so proud of you.”
You relaxed at the praise, shifting to hide in his large frame, happy that you had been good. “Shower.”
“You wanna shower baby girl?” Yoongi asked this time, you felt him stroking your hair from behind, partly the reason you couldn’t turn around, they were all watching.
“Yes. Please.”
“So polite.” You were sure that was Seokjin.
You whine as Yoongi pulled away, missing his comfort instantly but he shushed you. “I’ll go run you a bath, Namjoon can bring you up in around 10 minutes okay?”
“Mhm.” It’s not like you had a choice.
True to his word Yoongi ran you a bubble bath which Namjoon helped you into, cleaning you off before excusing himself to let you relax a little, explaining he would ask Seokjin to make you something to eat.
The water grew cold and you decided it was time to get out, drying yourself off you threw on some shorts and one of, Jungkooks?, T-shirts.
You heard the door click shut as you reached the bottom of the stairs, still towel-drying your hair as you went. “Was someone here?”
“No, why?” Yoongi wraps a hand around your waist, kisses planted against your nape.
You shrugged leaning back into his touch. “I just thought I heard the door”
“No doll.” He responds, his hands pressing into your hips a little firmer than necessary.
You had your hopes up, wanting one thing and one thing alone for your reward. “So, how did it go today?”
“All completed.” He murmurs, distracted by the necklace of kisses he was forming around your neck.
“Time to ask for our prize.
“And that is?”
“You’ll see.”
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