GLASS HOUSE - Part 2
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Part 1 Part 3
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Summary:
It's not an ideal life that you dream about, to be the woman of seven men. And you wish someday to live on your own, the life full of rainbow that you call as a normal one.
They think you need a reminder that the choice was never yours.
A/N : Took a long time to write this chapter. Basically 80% filth.
Warning : Unhealthy male female dynamic, obsession, manipulation, polyamory filth, group sex, voyeurism, threesomes, foursomes, anal, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, blowjob, infidelity, impregnation kink, heavy dubious consensual element, a lot of grey morale characters. I wrote this in a very horny state.
Minors do not interact.
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Wordcount : 5,255
You wake up with a floating sleepy brain, beyond exhausted. It feels like your body didn't get enough pause since forever.
Blinking your eyes, you try to make sense your surrounding.
You are in a bedroom, not on the couch in the living room where the five men ravished you a few hours ago. Looking at the layout of the room and the tinted glass wall without any curtain, you know it's Jungkook's room.
You sigh tiredly, body feels like a wreck. You are clean and smell like floral soap, you supposed Taehyung was the one who showered you and put you to bed, then Jungkook came and carried you to his room.
That means, he and Jimin are home, and you still have the obligation to serve them tonight.
“Hi, angel.“
It's what Jimin usually calls you. Sounds innocent, but he also moans that name everytime he is balls deep inside you.
He wears a plain white cotton shirt and babyblue boxer, hair still damp from the shower.
“Is Jungkook here?“
“He's in the dining room. He'll come after I finish.“
You squirm uncomfortably. Your ass feels numb after Seokjin and Namjoon fucked into it without foreplay, like it's still gaping no matter how you try to shrink the muscle.
“Can we do it tomorrow? I'm really tired after the session this afternoon.“
“We already wired the twenty million for your allowance this month. I'll ad another one million for your overtime tonight, and you can take a week off start from tomorrow. They all agreed to it.“
A week off on top the eleven million bonus.
You really want to lie to yourself that you don't want the money and screw them all for using you like a sex slave, but of course that's not what your pathetic materialistic brain guides your mouth to answer.
“Okay.“
At least when this night is over, you can go home to your parents' house, buy them some nice clothes and take them out to fine restaurant.
Most importantly, you can properly rest for the whole week.
“Don't worry, I'll spare your bum tonight.“
You don't know whether you should cry or laugh.
The hyungs must have told him about the group sex in the living room.
He strips himself naked, his cock bounced up, hard and ready.
He climbs the bed, pulling the quilt off your body. You are in a thin strap black lace nightgown, without bra nor panties. You aren't even surprise at this point, knowing that they keep you bare for them to fuck you anytime. Just like animal. Animal are not supposed to wear clothes.
“You are very beautiful, angel. We really should thank Jungkook for bringing you to us.“
He kisses your lips, tongue invading your mouth, teasing and licking yours while his hand cupping your left breast.
Moving down, he parts your legs and starts to eat your pussy. That's his specialty. He can bring you to multiple orgasms with his tongue alone.
Your body jerk instantly when his tongue lays flat on your clit, the contortion lapping your heat in a constant stimulation renders you moan aloud, not even care about how the clear glass wall expose you out.
He then pushes his two fingers inside your wall, bending and rubbing, searching for the sensitive spot.
“Oh God, Jimin…”
The first orgasm comes to you like a wave of tornado, building at first, than crashing you down until you squirt on his mouth. Your hip convulsed along with your body jerk several time from the climax.
“Oh my, you are so … so sexy to cum like this.“
Jimin sucks your essence clean, keeps lapping your pussy in circling motion. His lips covering your clit then sucks on the sensitive nerve, drawing your unashamed moan even louder.
“Look at you, angel, totally delectable. I wish to devour you the whole night.“
The orgasm Taehyung gave previously already wrecked you, and now Jimin made you squirt. You feel like passing out again.
Jimin seems like to recognize the sign, so he moves up, lining his cock on your pussy.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?“
He did, many times over, so do Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung. They seemed generous with compliments whenever they had their cocks inside you.
Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon were a bit scarce on their praise, but their eyes on you everytime telling you just that.
However, none of those compliments flattered you like it used to be.
You heard it so many times since you were a child, neighbors in your hometown gushing about how pretty the Shins' daughter was, how lucky your parents were, and it was only a matter of time before some chaebol's son sweep you in and marry you into his wealth.
You were basking in their admiration, no other girl as beautiful as you were, even when you entered college, instantly became the campus' most popular girl. You lead a pretty normal and blessful life in the past.
Until fifteen months ago, when Jungkook laid his eyes on you for the first time.
Until all the other six men fell in love with you and decided to keep you as their 'girlfriend'.
Since then, they are the only people who are always praising you, but the longer you stay with them, you don't even want to hear their compliments anymore.
It feels wrong, sometimes frightening, that it shows exactly the degree of their obsession to you, but somehow - for a reason you can't comprehend, you can't look away either.
His cock slids in easily, filling up your pussy with its perfect size. He is not too big nor too long, hence you rarely feel pain whenever he fucks you, even without initial foreplay.
He starts to move in regular thrusts, his cock gives the right pressure to your sensitive spot.
Your hooded eyes gaze at Jimin, his sharp jawline and angular features, he looks so damn enticing whenever he fucks you like this. His taut abs and biceps, his toned thighs and hips that moves with steady pace along with his cock that is pulling in and out of you.
The way his hair sway while his eyes observes the part where your body connects with his body, cunt swallowing his cock greedily.
“Don't worry angel, I'll be fast. I know you are tired. And Jungkook is also still waiting.“
His words makes him looks very considerate compared to the hyung line.
But you knew him better than that.
Jimin has the most stamina in the bedroom compared to the others.
Once, he fucked you for three full hours until you lost count of the orgasms he gave you, throat dry from constantly moaning while he filled your pussy, ass and mouth in a relentless pace.
You begged him to stop after an hour, but he just said you didn't need to do anything, just let him use your body as he liked.
It was true, you didn't even have the energy to move.
You just need to keep yourself awake.
It was not regular, but he was unpredictable. You never knew when he would suddenly be in the mood for a long ass session.
To his credit, tonight is just what he said, it's fast.
“I want your mouth, angel. Let me feel your tongue on my cock while I cum.“
He starts to pick up his pace, thrusting hard in your pussy for three minutes, then he abruptly pulls out, moving up to kneel hovering over you, aiming his cock on your mouth.
You swallow his length as deep as you can, sucking and lapping the sensitive head.
He bounces his hip, spewing some dirty curses while spurts in your mouth, pumping his length to drain all his seed.
“Fuck, look at you, so very pretty with my cock in your mouth. I want you to finish it, angel. Swallow it to the last drop.“
He pushes his cock again, urging you to lick it clean, completely emptying himself in your mouth.
The salty substances glide smoothly through your throat, you open your mouth to show him that there is nothing left.
He smiles then collapses on the bed next to you, sighing with satisfaction while trying to catch his breathing.
“My pretty angel. Such a good girl to swallow all of my sperm. I wish it can get you pregnant.“
He bends over, capturing your nipple in his mouth, engulf the sensitive bud with his tongue.
Sucking it fervently, his one hand rubs your clit until your back arch from the sensation.
“No, no more, please…”
He releases your nipple with a pop, the bud is dark pink in color, completely erect, wet and needy.
Your chest is tight along with your conflicted brain, you like the orgasm he gives you, but if you don't stop him now, you are worried that nothing stops him until dawn.
You won't even still be conscious by then.
“I think it's my turn, Hyung. I want her awake when I fuck her.“
Jungkook stands near the door, both hands in his pocket pants. His white longsleeve shirt is rolled up to his elbow, revealing the tattoo full on his right arm.
“She's yours. I'll go out now.“
Jimin takes the quilt and covers your body up to your chest, then wears his boxer while looking at Jungkook with a prompting stare.
“You remember what we discuss earlier?“
“Yes. I'll do it.“
Jimin walks out after satisfying nod from the younger man, closing the door behind him.
You curl into a fetal position, pulling the blanket tightly to savor the warmth. Air conditioner in this house no matter which room are insanely cold.
You didn't feel it during sex, but now?
You shiver like you are standing outdoor amid winter.
Jungkook takes off his t-shirt and strips himself to his boxer.
He smelled masculine soap with a hint of woody perfume. His aura is boyish and unassumingly charming, combined with his handsome face.
That was the first impression you got the first time you met him.
Now you knew he is anything but boyish or naive. That is the facade he succesfully used to take advantage from his prey or competitor in the business.
Including you.
Which you are willingly to fall into his web of deceit. Because all in all, he is still better than the rest of them. Maybe, … you are just lonely. Or maybe somehow he actually fulfills the space in your deluded fantasy to attract the typical rich CEO boyfriend in those k-drama series.
Whatever it is, maybe … you don't want to admit it, he and Hoseok is another reason for you to still stay with them. As if there is a real future for you in their big picture. Second to money.
You are a year or two from when you will earn enough to afford your leaving them, -provided you are diligent in saving some of your income every month,- however, you can imagine that when the time comes, those two will probably be the hardest thing to move on from.
Jungkook embraces you into his arms, uncovers the quilt to expose your breasts.
Your eyes are too heavy to open fully, your body crave for rest and deep slumber.
“I'll take care of you, Doll. You served them, now let me give to you. I always think about you, you know that, right?“
The piercing on his lower lip grazes your skin around the nipple, it's cold, in contrast with his sweet words.
You liked his ring everytime he went down on you the first few times he fucked you. But nowadays, the metal is reminder how a cold calculative of a person he is.
An expert in reading people's emotion and character, and how to manipulate that knowledge to his benefit.
But you would have to admit, he is good in bed. At the very least, he indeed care for you.
He kisses your forehead, then your eyes, down to your lips. Just a peck, before he goes for your neck, where he knows precisely the spot that can make you aroused when he softly bites and sucks on the skin.
Sleep has been totally forgotten when you can't prevent yourself from moaning loud along his lips playing with your nipples, his hand massaging your mound alternately with gentle squeeze.
Sometimes in between, he will blow butterfly kisses on the skin around your breast that sending more stimulation to your core.
You just got an orgasm previously with Jimin, but now your pussy twitches with urgent need to be filled again.
His lips keep trailing around your torso down to your belly, your muscle tightens involuntarily when the cool piercing glides your skin.
His kisses leave a trail of stimulation on its wake, and when his mouth finally reaches your pussy, you totally losing it.
You thought you are too tired to get along with the forced pleasure, but seems like he knows your body better than yourself.
His tongue dives deep inside your pussy, at a certain angle, the metal ring rubs on your clit bringing your body to jerk from the sensation.
“You're so …”
His tongue glides in circle, lapping your labia and presses deep, your palms grasp on his hair when he sucks on your clit over and over.
“Jungkook, … please,…”
“You want me, Doll? You want me inside you now? Look at your pretty face. So so … fucking beautiful. Too desperate for my cock like a slut. A whore, …our whore, just for us.“
Those dirty words send you higher into stupor, all you can think about is just how good it will feel to have his cock inside your pussy and fuck you hard and fast.
Somehow the countless time he fucks you and the way he does the foreplay is so addictive to you.
You get what you want right away when finally the head of his cock pushed on your entrance, then buried completely deep inside you.
You sigh in relief, your arms wrapped around his neck while his face buried on the slope of your neck, raining it with gentle kisses.
His hip thrusts quickly picking up the pace, your moan and his dirty curse is loud, alternating with sound of skin slapping and the vibration of the bed.
“You like it, Doll? I know you do. You always like it when I fuck you fast and hard, don't you? My good girl, always ready for me to fill you up everywhere.“
His words send jolt of pleasant sensation to your core, your moan is louder with every thrust from his hip drilling deep into you.
It takes only a few minutes for orgasm to hit you until your body convulses at the same time with him releases his cum inside your walls.
Jungkook grinds his cock repeatedly, squeezing himself dry, until he moves slower then comes to a stop.
He stills for a moment, inhales a long deep breath before pulling out, then lies down next to you with his arm is still under your neck.
“God, Y/N, I just can't imagine to go through even just a few days without you.“
“There will be someone else better than me.“
He pulls you close to his chest, kissing your forehead while letting out a small laugh that sounds like mocking to you.
“No one can replace you, ever. Hyungs will also agree with me. Not even their wives are the same level as you.“
He reaches out to his white shirt laying on the bedside table, taking out a red velvet box.
He opens it, producing a diamond ring with stone that is big enough for you to know that the price probably exceeds your lifetime salary.
“I've been thinking about this for a while. Actually, me, Taehyung and Hoseok hyung have been thinking about it. And since you mentioned it, we talked to the others and they all agreed. We need you. And there is no better way for you to stay by our side then to be my wife.“
He lifts your hand and slides the ring on your finger, taking in your face that laced with the biggest shock you have never felt before.
“Come again?“
You have never seen someone this good looking could be illogical nor completely delusional, but like usual, they always beat you ahead.
“Well, on paper, you are my wife. But in real life, you belong to seven of us. Everything else will be the same just like usual. Only difference is, -you will have more legal rights, proper status, including our assets and the name to this house.“
“You can't be serious. This is not a funny joke.“
He must have misunderstood your reaction as happily disbelief, he takes your hand to his chest while smiling softly at you.
“You deserve this, Y/N. As our wife, you can have anything you want. The limit is endless.“
Of course, you don't need to think further to know what your answer would be.
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You flat out rejected their proposal.
You have always known that they are crazy but insane was never a term you would describe them.
Turns out, they are unhinged, psychotic.
Who in their right mind will want that kind of life?
Being the wife of a man, but in your daily life , you have to fuck six other men, which four of them are already married?
No amount of money can dress that life to look better than the normal life you already imagine as your future.
“You need to eat more, Y/N. You look so thin like you haven't eaten anything proper for weeks.“
Your mother put two more scoops of rice into your plate.
Today's tongbaechu kimchi is using minari leaves, the taste reminded you of your childhood, gives you more reason to not wanting to go back to Seoul.
It's your third day at home and you can tell that you probably gain one or two kilograms with the amount of food that your mom cooked for you.
It's very nice to be back home.
You don't need to think about any responsibility besides light chores and helping your father in the garden.
“I will get fat.“ You speak with your mouth still full with pajeon.
You didn't like the mundane life in this small town before, wanting so bad to work in the big city.
Now? You won't mind to lose all the money to come home for slow living with your parents.
“A woman with curve is auspicious for the family. A sign that her life is prosperous. Your face is pale. Do you cook or buy your food?“
“ I almost never buy.“
You don't cook either. The chef at the mansion always prepare meal for you and the seven of them.
But your mother definitely doesn't need to know.
“Then maybe you need to cook more delicious food. You know, rather than spend so much money on clothes and bags.“
Mother looks at you with worry. From the first day you are home, she always cooked at least four kind of dishes for lunch and dinner.
You try to contain tears ready to spill from your eyes. The thought of going back to the glass house feels like a torture to you.
If only she knew what you had to give up in exchange of all those expensive gift.
“Just let her be. She's an adult, I'm sure she can take care of herself.“
Your father reaches out and holds your hand, his eyes wrinkle along with his smile to comfort you.
“Tell us if you need anything, Y/N-ah, I don't have much, but I still can feed you nutritious food. Use your money to buy whatever bags or clothes, but you need to eat properly.“
His shrill laugh makes your mother also smiles, she takes another serving of dakgalbi to your plate.
You don't usually like spicy food, but tonight, everything your mother cooked taste like heaven to you.
You won't ever have the heart to ask money from your parents. Not before, not now. Especially when your father just had bypass surgery last year that the insurance only covered half of it.
You don't want to make them worry unnecessarily.
Your father was serving the National Police Agency as Director for audit and inspection before his retirement nine years ago, the work he was so proud of that he has a room full of honorary plaques and certificates from twenty five years of his dedication to the government.
You do not dare to imagine what his reaction will be if he knew about your job as a mistress to the seven men.
He will probably get a heart attack.
You shook your head silently to dismiss the thought. For now, everything's fine. They don't know, and it better stays like that.
Your mother got up on the sound of door bell, leaving you and your father alone.
“Y/N-ah, your mother wants you to go home more often. You need to rest, she keeps saying you don't take care of yourself too well. We understand you are busy, but there will be no good if you force yourself until you are sick.“
He takes another bite of beef before continues.
“Don't tell her I told you, she won't like it. She never want to force you to do anything. But, just so you know, she is really worried about you.“
“You both need to stop worrying, especially you, Father, it's not good for your health. Like you said, I'm an adult. I should be able to take care of myself.“
And honestly, you do thought you did pretty good. You never asked for money since you graduated college, and ..
“Y/N-ah, look who's here!“
The scent preceded his presence, and you initially wonder where is that familiar fragrance come from. It's masculine, expensive and … nauseating.
And of course he has to bring a bouquet of white tulips.
You dislike the color, it doesn't suit you and your occupation, blood red roses will be more fitted.
But of course, leave it to them to live up the delusion to think you are their pure angel.
“Y/N-ah, why didn't you tell us that you have a boyfriend?“
Okay, on the bright side, it's funny to see your father's face. That look of disbelief and confusion you have never seen on him, it's quite comical.
And Jungkook, the man is a fucking good actor.
All fake smile and affection towards your mother, it look so natural, you almost believe he really who he tries to impersonate.
Your damn boyfriend.
Like that title would even exist in the future.
“Jungkook-ssi, please seat. Pardon our humble house, we really don't know Y/N has a boyfriend. She never tell us about you.“
Your mother is busy preparing a set of bowl for Jungkook. It's obvious she is very excited to see the man, much to your distress. While Jungkook, he looks very calm, cocky even with the way he dress up for the occasion. Three piece navy suit without tie, he succesfully hides his tattoo under the long sleeves.
You don't think your father will be amazed to see his arm full of ink.
“Thank you, eomeoni, and forgive me abeonim, I come without notice. I tried to call Y/N several times, but she didn't answer.“
“Oh, please don't say that. Today Y/N is busy to help me cooked all these food, hence she didn't look at her phone. If only I knew you would come, I would have prepared more.“
“No worries eomeoni, I just want to know more about my future parents in law.“
Jungkook flashes his killer smile, blindingly handsome that makes the hair on your skin rising.
Father seems less impressed. He is pretty quiet, other than replying Jungkook's polite greeting earlier, he almost doesn't speak. But his attention is solely on Jungkook, subtle but intense.
“I think it's still too early to call for a wedding. How long have you two known each other?“
“Almost two years. Y/N works for me, then we become close after a few months since she started.“
“I see. Why you never tell us about him, Y/N. Getting married is a big decision to discuss with us. I mean … of course in the end, the choice is yours, but we would appreciate a heads up.“
You feel something nudge on your thigh and when you look to your lap, it's his phone. Your answer is halted on your tongue when you read the message on the screen.
“Seokjin hyung is outside waiting. Do you think he should come down and talk to abeonim?“
Goosebumps raised all over your body while you try hard to keep your composure in front of your parents.
The nerve of him.
Your palm hurts from nails pressing into the skin.
Jungkook answers your father, explaining a few made up details about your relationship.
You don't really listen to their conversation, too panic assesing the right step to handle the impromptu visit.
“I'm sorry father, I should have told you. I want you to meet him later when you visit us in Seoul. But now that he is here, no better time to introduce him to you and mother. As for the wedding, it won't be this year, but we are talking about it.“
You give a warning pinch to Jungkook's hand under the table.
Father seems convinced, at least you are not rushing. You will have one hell of a conversation with him later, but that is for later.
You have bigger problem at hand with the two men now.
Half an hour later, you succesfully wrap up the dinner and tell your parents you will see your boyfriend off.
Their visiting at night is on your favor, otherwise the shiny car would attract unwanted attraction.
The surrounding houses are sparse, but gossip easily spread like wildfire in this neighborhood.
Seokjin sits on the right side of passenger seat while looking out doing nothing, his phone on his side.
He looks surprisingly calm even after an hour waiting.
You settle the furthest from him, while Jungkook slides in next to the driver seat.
Their chaffeur is waiting at the curb.
“So? Have you told them?“
You aren't sure if he asks the question to you or Jungkook, but you stay silent. You won't win when you are clearly outnumbered.
“Well, I think we need more time to convince her father, but for now, it's enough.“
Seokjin looks at you, his hand taking yours with a sharp squeeze, not enough to hurt, but it's not gentle either.
“Now now, Doll … you know this won't work unless you cooperate, right? You are the one who want a status and we only grant your wish.“
“We know this is not the ideal arrangement, but we try to do whatever you want to make yourself comfortable with us. With me.“
Jungkook chimes in.
“Unless …” the hanging silence gives you shiver with the way fire ablaze in Seokjin's eyes.
“You want me to go inside and talk to your father?“
Your father might be old, but he's not stupid. He can read people, and you are sure that once Seokjin sit and talk with him, he can definitely tell something about you and them just doesn't add up.
And when it comes to what he wants, Seokjin is beyond cruel.
“No!“ You sound harsher than you mean to be, you quickly change your tone.
“I … it's not the right time. I'll talk to him later.“
“Good girl. I know you are a smart girl.“
He pats your hand, while Jungkook extends his hand to caress your cheek.
“We are so glad that you understand, Doll. I can't wait to tell the others.“
“But … not … not in the short time. Next year, okay? I mean I need time to prepare, the paperworks, banquet …”
“Oh Doll, … you know you don't need to worry about preparation. We have people to handle those stuff. All you need to do is just sit pretty and go along.“
“We want to pamper you. A year is too long to wait.“
“But …”
“Hush, Doll. We know it's surprising, in a good way I suppose. But like our arrangement, you'll adjust, we will all get used to it.“
His finger tracing around your lips, his signature scent of expensive citrus and sandalwood that you usually like, it nauseates you instead.
Seokjin draws a long breath, his hand palming around his inner thigh and you pray he won't say what you think he wants from you.
“I miss you so much, Doll. It's just been four days only, but I feel like I can't live without you.“
“It's been only three days, and you only miss to fuck me.“
Jungkook chuckles, watching you from the rearview mirror that is angled precisely to your spot.
“We won't deny that, you understand us so well.“
“You know what I want, Doll, what we want. I know you can't stay in the car too long, so let's make this a quick one, shall we?'
Seokjin unfasten his belt and pull down his pants to his thigh, just enough for his thick length to spring freely. He strokes his hard cock with his challenging eyes on you.
The window is black tinted so it won't be visible from outside but still, knowing that your parents are just a few steps away is kind of revolting to you.
“The space is limited, so I won't fuck you today. A quick blowjob will do and, … make me cum.“
Th degrading way they treat you like a whore should anger you, but you feel how your core starts to soak with arousal.
How your body reacts when your brain despises them.
And Seokjin knows that well.
“God … such a good girl. You're getting better with your tongue. Isn't she, Kook?“
You can hear a strained moan from the front seat, Jungkook is probably masturbating to relieve himself.
It takes almost five minutes to make Seokjin cum, you can feel the warm sperm hit your palate.
It's a lot, spurt after spurt, salty substance filling in your mouth, like he has been containing himself for the past few days.
You swallow all of his essence and lick his cock clean, trying your best not to make a mess on your clothes.
“Suck my cock one more time, Doll. My balls too. Before we have to go back without you.“
Your tongue circling and sucking his length to his testis, until the flesh softened. You pop it out of your mouth then putting it inside his boxer, helping him to fix his pants.
“We'll wait for you at home, don't be late.“
When you walk back to your house after make sure their car has disappeared completely, you are furious and helpless at the same time.
The thought to have an easy way out from their grasp is more overwhelming than ever.
Your mother is cooking something inside the tall stewpot on the stove.
The dancing blue amber flame stare back at you as your imagination go into overdrive.
Of how nice it would feel to watch the glass house burned to ashes.
You picture a big flame sweep angrily the whole window wall while seven of them are inside, watching as their frightened faces desperately scream for help.
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