u take requests? cause seeing taekook earlier in jks live has me thinking about morning after a two man mission
oh you fucking HARLOT.
I’m sitting down and writing this in one session because this is a gorgeous request and I was daydreaming about the exact same thing during JK's live this morning, great minds think alike <𝟑 .ᐟ
i love you bad for making me write this
Body to Body — Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook
summary: after signing two very extensive and detailed NDAs, you wake up after the wildest night of your life. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?
pairing: kim taehyung x fem!reader x jeon jungkook
wc: 5.3k, 24 min
themes: ugh this is SO horny I'm shaking in my seat, a bit of fluff, sweet gentle after(and technically before)care, lots of praise, a little bit of humiliation, big dick tete agenda, even bigger dick jk agenda, voyeurism!tae, BUSAN AND DAEGU SATOORI BOYS, headpusher tae, my dream fuckin eiffel tower, Jungkook films you (asldfjsdlf imagine being in his private folder), morning sex, squirting, showering together!!!! I pay attention to details to try to make this as head cannon as I could make it, enjoy my beautiful freaky readers ₊˚⊹♡
All of your body beside me ♪
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The sun cut through the gap in the blackout curtains, the blade of golden light stirring you from your slumber. You rose from your sleep slowly, first with a twitch of your eyelids, then a furrow of your brow, until your eyes cracked open, letting the blurry shapes of the room come into focus.
And for a moment, you completely forgot where you were.
You lifted your head off your pillow slightly, the room still spinning a little from the liquor being served to you nonstop last night. You looked around in the still very dim room, with just a slice of sunlight cutting across the edge of the bed and floor. You squinted, taking in your surroundings in the darkness. You were in a hotel room, a large one. The little thump in the back of your head came almost immediately, and you blinked slowly.
Someone shuffled beside you in bed, and a large arm came up around you, trapping you in the pillowy white blanket underneath its weight. You glanced down, a familiar pattern of tattoos inked into the skin of the bicep currently pinning you to the mattress.
Oh right.
You turned your head, coming face to face with a very much still asleep Jungkook. You froze in place, all the memories from last night rushing back to you all at once.
The after-party, the black-suited security guard instructing you to stay put and asking you to wait a little longer, the two heavy stacks of documents you were suddenly handed, and, through shaky eyes, you scribbled and signed before being escorted to a large van with tinted windows.
You blinked a few times, as if to try to prove to yourself that this wasn't a dream. Jungkook's lips were parted slightly, his face soft and relaxed, his stage makeup from the night before still around his eyes and ever so slightly smudged. His hair fell over his face, bangs stuck oddly in different places, his lips full and pouty.
Even when sleeping, this man was devastatingly gorgeous.
You studied his face for a little while, in silent awe of being in his bed. You shuffled a little and rolled onto your side, turning your back to him as his little spoon. You slid yourself back towards him until you were met with his warm, bare chest. Jungkook subconsciously slid his arm down, landing his arm comfortably on the smallest part of your waist. Your heart was pounding at the touch; the only separation between his arm and your very naked body was the duvet that was draped lazily over your torso.
You settled into your new position, still half asleep and comfy, and saw a mess of black and blonde hair from over the little hill in the blanket. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, the giddiness returning in full swing.
The other wildly exciting part of your night.
Taehyung was facing away from you, lying on his stomach, his hair peeking out from above the blanket. His arms were tucked neatly under his pillow, the flex of his biceps so close to you sending a stir to your stomach again.
Maybe if you stayed completely still, they would keep sleeping, and you could stay here forever.
You let yourself drift back to sleep, but your heart was already awake and racing. There was no way you could fall asleep again now. You shuffled a little under the blanket again, curling yourself up into a little ball as you tried to get extra comfy. Then there was some movement on the mattress. Taehyung lifted his head off his pillow, staring off at the wall for a few seconds before turning his head to finally face you.
"Oh, you're awake." He spoke in a low whisper in the dark bedroom; his morning voice was rough and gravelly, but the same silkiness like honey poured through.
You nodded with a soft smile, and he smiled back, reaching his arm over the blanket to pet your chin. You felt yourself flush, the shyness hitting you at full force. You flustered at his touch, and he let out a soft chuckle.
"Does your head hurt?" he whispered, hand still resting gently on your face.
"Not really, I'm a little dizzy," you replied.
"Sit tight. Let me get you some water."
Taehyung sat up in bed, his bare back facing you as he sat on the edge of his side of the bed, stretching his neck side to side before standing up. Your eyes drifted to the tattoo on his lower back, something you never thought you'd be able to see so detailed and up close. You couldn't do anything but stare, still in such shock about how you ended up here.
He walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of water before cracking it open and returning to the bed.
"Here."
You nodded your head and thanked him, propping yourself up on your arm so you could take a sip. The icy, cool water was an immediate relief to your dry throat. Taehyung watched you as you took a few sips from the bottle, the water feeling like God's gift to your hungover body right now.
Jungkook stirred behind you, his arm still heavy on your waist. You heard a few quiet, sleepy hums behind you, and you turned your head back to face him, his eyes cracking open slowly.
"Mm," he hummed, eyes blinking slowly as he woke up in phases. His eyes landed on you, tucked safely under his arm and pressed against his warm, bare chest.
"Morning," he said with a lazy smile, before his eyes closed again. He pulled you in a little closer, the comfort of cuddling you lulling him back to sleep.
"Jungkook-ah," Taehyung climbed back into bed, reaching over you to nudge his friend on the shoulder. Jungkook furrowed his brows and lifted his head, eyes open again.
"It's almost nine. Get up."
Jungkook let out a grunt in protest before looking down at you, still cradled in his arms.
"Have fun last night?" he said with a small, sleepy smirk.
You crinkled your nose, turning your face into your pillow to hide your embarrassed smile. Jungkook laughed before planting a kiss on the back of your shoulder.
"I'll take that as a yes."
He sat up and rolled his neck a few times, his broad bare back perfectly chiselled, even in the dark room. You felt your mouth water, your head still resting on the pillow.
Jungkook shuffled down the hall, and a few moments later, the bathroom light flicked on, the door swinging half-closed.
Taehyung was back in bed with you, now lying on his back, still shirtless and only in his sleep shorts. He looked at you with quiet curiosity before opening his arm towards you, patting his chest with his other hand.
You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his chest, his warm, strong arm wrapping around you safely. You nestled yourself deeper into him; the smell of his sweat mixed with the leathery notes of his cologne was enough to drive you crazy.
"Sleep well?" Taehyung mumbled as he traced soft circles on your arm.
"Mhm," you hummed, your hand resting on his chest next to your cheek.
"Good," he replied, giving your arm a quick squeeze.
He tilted you up by the chin, your eyes locking with his, only inches away from each other. You felt everything inside you turn into a puddle at his touch.
"I had a lot of fun last night," he said with a lazy smile. "I hope it wasn't too much for you."
"No, I had fun—it was fun," you said with a smile, fighting the blush from rising to your cheeks.
Taehyung leaned in and brought his lips down on yours, his full, pouting lips electrifying you as he kissed you. You parted your lips involuntarily, and he let out a soft laugh as he deepened the kiss, delicately, sweetly, and not aggressively and dominating like it was last night.
"Mm," you hummed into his mouth, and he smiled into the kiss for a moment before he pushed himself deeper against you, his tongue swiping your lower lip for entry. You let your mouth fall open, granting him access to the inside of your mouth. Taehyung wasn't rushed; he licked your tongue softly first, before darting his tongue in a little deeper, sweeping the inside of your mouth like he was trying to map out the inside of your mouth before you had to leave.
"Tae," you moaned, the sensation of his wet tongue against yours so early in the morning sending a fire directly to your lower core.
"Gonna miss this pretty mouth when we fly out tonight," he murmured into your mouth.
Taehyung lifted you up so that you were practically lying on top of him now, and he pulled away from your lips for a moment, propping his pillow up behind him so he was sitting up a little more, watching you with those hypnotizing eyes.
"Why don't you leave us with one more memory before you have to go?" His tone was lower, dripping with his want for you, his eyes the same as they were last night: dark and commanding.
You bit your lower lip as you slid yourself down his bare torso, landing yourself right at his waist. Taehyung was already hard beneath the fabric of his pyjama shorts, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you intently.
With one hand, you slipped his waistband down, his waiting cock peeking out from the waistband, flushed and already a little glistened from precum.
You were the luckiest girl on earth.
You took him in your mouth, the familiar salty sweetness of his arousal coating your tongue. Taehyung's mouth fell open, his eyes trained on you as you swirled your tongue expertly over the head of his needy cock.
"Mmm, so gorgeous," he moaned as he watched you.
Your head was still spinning a little from the alcohol, but you blinked hard to maintain your focus. Your wet, pouty lips worked his tip as you licked at the soft tendon at the underside of his cock.
Taehyung bucked his hips a little at the sensation you were giving him, his one arm coming up to hold up the back of his head.
"Yeah, just like that."
You dipped your head lower, his cock sinking deeper into your mouth, nudging on the back of your throat. Taehyung let out a deep, breathy moan, his eyes fluttering closed as you slid your mouth up and down his length.
"Fuck," he grunted, before his other hand flew to the back of your head, pushing you further down onto his long, thick cock. "Obsessed with you."
You felt yourself gag a little at the force of his hand on the top of your head, guiding you further and further down his length. He was deep down your throat now, his thickness filling your mouth entirely, knocking your uvula with every bounce. You closed your eyes, focused on pleasing the superstar sprawled out in front of you. You closed your hand into a fist, fighting the tears that threatened to escape your eyes from the intensity of his fullness in your mouth.
Taehyung bobbed you up and down with his guided hand, his hips bucking upwards to let himself feel even more of you, the stretch of your mouth around him driving him crazy.
"So fucking good, hm? Fucking love this mouth," he hissed as he continued fucking your mouth, his satoori bleeding through every anunciation of his words. "Fuck."
"I still feel fucking drunk," Jungkook suddenly turned the corner, reappearing from the bathroom, toothbrush dangling from his mouth.
He stopped in his tracks at the sight of you, naked and on your knees in front of Taehyung, your head being pinned down by his hand as he fucked your mouth like you were his personal little pornstar.
"Huh, so this is what you were doing while I was washing my face," Jungkook scoffed, taking a step closer towards the foot of the bed.
You let out a muffled moan, and Taehyung released his hand from your head, letting you finally catch some air. You pulled off of him with a desperate wet pop, your eyes and lashes wet, your chin already dribbling with saliva. You were panting as you brought your hand up to Taehyung's cock, still determined to please him. You pumped your hand up and down his length firmly, milking him as you caught your breath.
"Hyung, you're so fucking greedy," Jungkook murmured, taking another step towards the bed so that he was only a couple of feet behind you at the foot of the bed.
Jungkook was still shirtless in his gym shorts, and he watched quietly as you continued to please his bandmate, your hand pumping Taehyung's cock with a steady pace, dipping your head back onto the first few inches of his length.
"Ugh, fuck, you're so pretty," Jungkook groaned, palming himself over his shorts now. "Even in the early morning, you're just as much of a giver as you were last night."
"Isn't she such a good girl?" Taehyung looked up at his dongsaeng with a cocky smirk. "Sucking me off for breakfast."
"Mhm," Jungkook replied, his voice low and hungry.
Jungkook pulled the toothbrush from his mouth, wiping his mouth on the abandoned towel on the bench at the foot of the bed.
"Can you handle some more, love?" Jungkook's words were sweet, but the way they came out of his mouth was mean, like he was teasing you.
You popped your mouth off of Taehyung and tossed your hair over your shoulder to look back at Jungkook. You didn't say anything, just gave him a look, that look that got you into this mess in the first place.
He let out half a cocky laugh before he slid his shorts down, undressing himself behind you.
You felt your core burning already, your pussy clenching around the painful nothingness. The cool air of the hotel room felt extra sensitive against your exposed cunt, your ass up in the air from pleasing Taehyung.
"C'mere," Jungkook said with a growl as he reached forward, gripping your hips and yanking you backwards towards him. You let out a giggly yelp at the way he manhandled you.
Jungkook slid his thumb against your pussy, the pad of his thumb parting your folds so easily. You shivered at the sensation, the glide of his finger sending little sparks throughout your whole body.
"Already dripping," he murmured to himself. "Tae, you got her so wet already."
Taehyung let out a laugh, giving Jungkook a cocky half-shrug as he took his own cock into his left hand, pumping himself lazily.
"She has good taste."
Jungkook dipped a finger into you first, the feeling of something, anything inside of you making you gasp. He hummed as he slid another finger into you, before he began to scissor his fingers inside of you, stretching you out.
"Hnng, JK," you hissed, your head dropping forward against the blanket.
"Shh shh," Jungkook said with a smirk. "Just getting you ready for me, baby."
"I think she can handle it already, Koo." Taehyung was watching you, face pressed into the blanket to muffle your moans as he jerked himself off to the view.
The sensation of Jungkook's fingers suddenly went away, before being replaced by the burning, splitting sensation of his cock pressing into you, slowly, inch by inch.
"Ah!" You wailed into the blanket, the soft pillow duvet swallowing any of your cries. "Too-too much."
"You can take it," Taehyung growled, still fucking his hand in front of your face. "You took it so well last night, didn't you, baby?"
You nodded and propped yourself back up properly before arching your back, giving yourself fully to Jungkook as he sank deeper into you, until he was completely sheathed inside of your pussy. The feeling of him filling you completely was shattering your sanity; Jungkook was hung, bigger than any of the boyfriends from your past, and he knew exactly how to use all nine inches of his pretty cock.
"That's it," Jungkook groaned, staying still for a moment as you quaked and clenched around him desperately, trying to get used to the feeling of him again. "Take it. Take all of me, pretty girl."
"F-fuck," you moaned, lifting your head off the bed finally. "God, you feel so good inside of me."
"Love my cock, huh? Wanna take it all for me like a good girl, ah?" Jugnkook's voice was gravelly and low, his Busan accent thick and evident in every sentence as he got lost in the feeling of you, still drunk and sleepy.
"Yes, JK," you whimpered.
He began to set a rhythm, rocking his hips against your ass at a pace that knocked the wind out of your lungs. You let out a cry at the intensity, his length splitting you in half as he fucked you from behind.
Taehyung groaned at the sight of you, falling apart already on Jungkook's cock. You looked up at Taehyung through needy eyes, your brows furrowed and lips pouting as your breath matched the pace of every slam of Jungkook's hips into you.
"Think you can take us both, hm?" Taehyung's accent was thick, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you like a jaguar. "Come here, take this cock too."
You swallowed between gasps before reaching forward, wrapping your hand around Taehyung's girthy size again. He cocked his head to the side as he watched you, his other hand coming up to fluff the back of his hair.
"Come on, princess, don't be shy," Jungkook growled from behind you, still fucking you expertly. "Show us what you can do."
You could barely think straight with how well Jungkook's cock was hitting your g-spot, knocking stars into your vision with every thrust. You shook your head a little before poking your tongue out of your mouth again, enveloping Taehyung in your mouth once more.
"Fuuuck," Taehyung moaned, dropping his head back against his pillow. "You're a gorgeous little cumslut, aren't you?"
You nodded a little as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock again, swallowing every inch of him that you could possibly take. Taehyung's length stretched your mouth out so crudely, and he sneered at you as he watched you struggle to take him all in your mouth.
"Too fucking big for you?" Taehyung groaned, his dialect itching your ears in just the right way. "Dirty girl, you can do it."
You felt like your body was on fire; every part of you felt full, spent, but your head was spinning with how much pleasure you were experiencing. Jungkook was fucking you so well from behind, every thrust of his hips pushing you deeper onto Taehyung's cock.
"Wanna see you fall apart like this on the both of us, honey," Jungkook groaned before dropping his hand down to your pussy, rubbing slow, controlled, firm circles on your clit.
You let out a muffled cry, the sounds dampened against Taehyung's length stuffed in your mouth. He grinned down at you, your mouth so full of him, and his other hand came back down to hold you steady.
You felt like you were going to die, but you already were in heaven.
Your core burned hotter and hotter, the cord inside of you beginning to stretch impossibly tight. Jungkook's tip was knocking against your sensitive spot so perfectly, and you thought you could pass out from the pleasure.
The rhythm of his hips suddenly faltered for a moment, and Jungkook leaned down, fishing his phone out of his shorts that were left abandoned on the floor.
The blanket around you was suddenly illuminated by a phone light, and your eyes widened as you realized Jungkook was filming you, spread open, bent over, and taking him like a pornstar. Humiliation immediately washed over your whole body, and you were sure that if you weren't red in the face before, you definitely were now.
"Jungkook—" you gasped, popping your mouth off of Taehyung for a moment.
"Don't worry, angel, nobody's ever going to see this except me. And Hyung."
Taehyung chuckled, his hand pushing your head back down along him. He gave you a wink, the small gesture sending a surge of adrenaline through your body, and you picked up the pace.
"Ugh fuck, look at her. Performing for the camera."
Jungkook held the camera at arm's length so that he was filming himself fucking you, selfie-style, as you sucked Taehyung off. He threw his head back into the pillow again, his lower lip pinched between his teeth as his abdomen was flexed, his pleasure taking over his whole demeanour.
"Gonna fucking cum in this pretty mouth," Taehyung hissed, brows furrowed as he sat up a little further, his V-line and abdomen on perfect display, glistening with sweat and flexed.
"Sin fucking city," Jungkook said to the camera with a cocky laugh. "Look at her."
Your face burned with embarrassment, but you persisted. Jungkook's fingers were still working your clit, and you were desperately trying not to explode, not to scream out in pleasure.
Taehyung let out a long, pornographic moan as he reached his climax, his warm, desperate spurts hitting you in the back of your throat. Your mouth was suddenly flooded with the salty-sweet taste of him, thick and creamy on your tongue.
"Fuuck-God," Taehyung hissed, his hand pushing you down along his length impossibly deep as he rode out his high. "Horny little slut, taking my load in her pretty mouth."
You dragged your tongue along the underside of his length, all the way up to the top, cleaning him up with your mouth before you drank all of him down. You swallowed with a gasp, your mouth falling open to show Taehyung that you had taken all of him so well, just like he wanted.
Taehyung's hand released from your head to tilt you up to look at him by the chin. You held eye contact with him through teary eyes, still rocking forward on your knees as Jungkook fucked you. Taehyung's eyes were still dark, but his gestures were a little sweeter now, his thumb dragging along your lower lip, wiping up the residual cum dripping from your mouth.
"Pretty girl," he hummed. "Getting me off so well while Koo fucks you from the back."
You let out a whine at Taehyung's gentle hands as Jungkook wrecked you, the two opposite sensations making your head spin.
"Please, please," you begged, your eyes needy and wet as you held Taehyung's gaze. "Feels so-so good, Tae. Gonna—"
"Fuck, she feels so tight around me," Jungkook hissed, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought his own pleasure, his camera still on you.
You were teetering on the edge now, your climax dangerously close. You squeezed your eyes shut, the pleasure manifesting itself in the faces you were making, desperate, vulnerable, and so erotic.
Taehyung's voice broke through your trance.
"Look at me."
Your eyes flew open, Taehyung's hand returning to your chin as he held you up, forcing you to look at him. He was smiling at you, not sweet, but cocky.
"Just wanna remember what you look like as you cum, hm?" Taehyung said with a grin.
That was it.
Your climax ripped through your body, the intensity so strong that your vision went blurry, and you dropped your head to the blanket, as you wailed into the covers. Taehyung lifted your head back up with ease, your eyes rolled back into your head, eyes fluttering, knuckles white as you gripped the bedsheets. You felt a warm rush of liquid escape you, dripping down your thighs and trickling onto the bed with an audible drip.
"Fuck, so sexy," Jungkook hissed, maintaining his mean pace. "Squirting all over me like a dirty whore."
"Tae, too much, he's too much," you sobbed, the pleasure mixing with pain as Jungkook knocked his cock into you, his pace picking up as he neared his climax.
"Shh, you can take it," Taehyung murmured, stroking your cheek. "Take it, doll."
Jungkook let out a low groan through gritted teeth, his phone abandoned on the bed, both his hands gripping you by the hips as he pounded into you continuously.
"Fuck, you squeeze around me so well, gonna fucking cum in this slutty cunt, huh?"
You felt your body go limp, but you stayed on your knees so obediently, letting Jungkook climb to his peak as he fucked you feverishly.
A large hand came down on your ass, giving you a stinging slap. You wailed out, your fingers coming up to intertwine with Taehyung's.
"Fucking perfect girl," Jungkook growled. "Letting me fuck her while Hyung watches. Gonna fucking wreck you, baby."
"Let Jungkook cum in your pretty pussy, baby," Taehyung cooed.
"Fuck-yes, Jung-kook-please," you stuttered, far too drunk off his cock to even think straight. "Please, finish in my tight little pussy, it's all yours, my pussy is yours."
Jungkook let out a low guttural groan as he pressed himself deep into you, up to the hilt. His head dropped forward as he reached his climax.
"Fucking shit," he moaned as you felt his ropes shoot inside of you, jagged and pulsing. Jungkook painted your walls with his pleasure, his breath releasing in short pants and hisses as he fucked himself through his high.
You were entirely spent now, your body was limp and boneless, and you collapsed onto the bed by Taehyung's legs. Jungkook collapsed beside you at the foot of the bed, his length still buried inside of you.
The three of you lay on the bed, sprawled in every direction in silence, the only sound in the room was the panting and heavy breathing from both you and Jungkook. Taehyung's hand came up to pet your hair gently, stroking your head with a soft rub of his thumb.
He reached over for the water bottle he had brought you earlier on the nightstand and uncapped it again, bringing it to your lips. Your eyes fluttered open at the contact with the plastic bottle, and you opened your mouth slightly, allowing Taehyung to bottle feed you sips of water through heavy breaths.
"Good girl," he cooed. "Such a good girl."
Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist again, holding you in close as his breathing returned to normal. He pressed sweet kisses along your shoulder, your back, your spine.
"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?"
Jungkook gently pulled himself out of you, the mix of your fluids dripping out onto the bedsheets. You covered your face in embarrassment, but Jungkook's hand came up to pull your wrist off.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
The shower turned on with a roar, the water pressure strong and thumping against the glass door already. Steam slowly began to fill the chamber, and Jungkook reached into the shower to test the temperature.
Taehyung was standing behind you, his hands rubbing up and down your arms possessively as he waited for the shower to warm up.
"It's good," Jungkook mumbled as he stepped in, and then turned to face you, his hand reaching out to help you in.
You stepped over the little step of the shower floor, joining Jungkook in the steamy chamber. The scent of eucalyptus and citrus filled your senses, the steam soothing your whole body almost instantly.
Taehyung stepped in behind you before he closed the door, the three of you standing impossibly close together. You were pinched between the two tall, muscular men, both of them facing you as their hands lazily explored your wet body.
"Sweet girl," Taehyung murmured into your ear, planting a kiss on the back of your neck. "Thanks for spending the night."
You nodded, and Jungkook tilted you up to face him with a finger on your chin. He grinned at you, lip ring twinkling under the potlight, before leaning in to press a sweet, soft kiss on your lips.
The two of them reached for the body wash that was mounted on the wall, each pumping twice, before lathering the soap in their hands. Jungkook then opened his hands towards you, his hands immediately gently gripping your breasts in his hand, giving them a soft squeeze as he began to spread the bubbly body wash across your body, massaging you as he cleaned you.
Taehyung followed suit, his hands firmly on your shoulders, massaging the tension out with his soapy hands before spreading the lather across your back, scrubbing gently and thoroughly down the length of your spine. You felt yourself melt at their touch, so intimate and loving.
"Mm, feels good," you sighed, your head dropping back onto Taehyung's shoulder.
"Yeah, she's sleepy," Jungkook said with a chuckle. "I'd be too."
You stood between them as they washed themselves, the scent of the bodywash making your head spin.
When all three of you were perfectly clean again, Taehyung reached around you and turned off the water before reaching out of the shower door to grab a towel. He stepped out first, wrapping the towel around his waist, before grabbing a second and third one, motioning for you to step out of the shower towards him. You did.
Jungkook stepped out of the shower behind you, and Taehyung handed him one of the towels. He wrapped it around his waist tightly before they both turned their focus back to you.
"Arms up," Taehyung said softly, and you lifted your arms over your head.
He wrapped the towel around your torso, tucking it in at the edge so it hung like a dress. Jungkook pressed the towel against your body, helping you dry yourself. Once you were comfortably wrapped up, Jungkook stepped towards the mirror, shaking his wet tendrils of hair around like a puppy dog. He collected another towel from the shelf to dry his hair.
You returned to the bed, sitting on the edge as Taehyung got dressed in front of you. He glanced at the clock on the wall.
10:04am.
"Jungkookie-ah, we gotta go soon."
"Yah," Jungkook called from inside the bathroom.
Taehyung turned back to look at you.
"We have late check out. You can nap here until we come back, if you want."
You were so sleepy, too blissed out to move. You nodded, giving him a weak smile as you let yourself lie back in bed.
Taehyung looked at you with a laugh before coming around the bed again, petting your head gently.
"Sleep well. We'll try to get ready quietly."
You nodded, already feeling half-asleep as you melted back into the pillows and blanket, the cool Egyptian cotton bundling you up so addictively.
You didn't realize you had drifted off to sleep until your eyes snapped open to the sound of a knock at the door.
"That's probably Hobi-hyung," Taehyung murmured, now fully dressed, with a pair of sunglasses sitting on his head, and his backpack over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm ready to go," Jungkook hummed, his hair fluffy and blow-dried, bare-faced and zipped up in a black hoodie.
"It was nice meeting you," Jungkook said, giving you a nod, his hands in his pockets. "Maybe when we're back in Vegas?" He gave you a wink.
You buried your face a little deeper into the blanket, the shyness returning.
"Yeah," you murmured, your mouth breaking into a wide smile.
Jungkook laughed, watching you fumble in your own shyness for a moment, before Taehyung nudged him by the shoulder.
"Come on, let's go," Taehyung urged. "They're all waiting for us."
Taehyung turned back to you with a little smirk.
"See you in a few hours."
And then the door opened and closed with a dull squeak and then a soft click, sealing you into this bubble of them, the twelve-hour whirlwind that you had found yourself in. You let your eyes flutter shut, the lingering smell of sweat and eucalyptus lulling you into what was going to be, possibly, the best sleep of your fucking life.
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i just blacked out and wrote this im missing out on precious sleep and i'm not proofreading it
taekook x reader except ur mad at one of them and ur acting petty by giving alll ur attention the other (mostly for a reaction) and the boys plot on u together to get u to drop ur act. am i right or am i right
Oh you just know Jungkook gets pissed af seeing u ignore him on purpose
Jealousy, jealousy. Taekook sfw (suggestive(?))
You knew he didn’t meant it, but it still ended up rubbing you the wrong way.
It was alright, he would learn his lesson— you had two boyfriends for a reason; might as well take advantage.
The air had been tense since he messed up. Well, tense for you. He doesn’t seen to realize what he did. Oblivious, Jungkook is moving ingredients around in a pan on the stove, trying to stay organized as he plans out dinner.
Taehyung comes home shortly thereafter, jacket slung over his shoulder. He slides his shoes off and loosens his tie. An idea comes to mind right then.
You spring up, walking right by Jungkook without a word. He glances your way, confused why you didn’t come over to give him a kiss like you normally would on your way to welcoming Taehyung home.
You lay it on thick.
“Who’s this handsome stranger?” You tease, reaching for Taehyung’s loose tie. He takes a step towards you when you tug on it.
“Just your boyfriend, baby.” He leans to meet your lips, amused by your enthusiasm.
“I get all this to myself?” You question, hands all over him. “What did I do to get a chance with you?”
Jungkook feels his tongue press against the inside of his cheek. Unfair treatment between the three of you was a set-up for disaster. He tries not to grip his cooking utensils so hard.
Taehyung shakes his head with a smile, unaware of the rivalry between you two. “Not entirely… Ive got this pretty boyfriend who missed me too,” he continues your bit, following you down the foyer into your shared flat. “Jungkook, where- oh. Dinner’s almost ready.”
You lag behind as Taehyung comes up behind Jungkook and hugs him around the waist, kissing his neck and the spot behind his ear. He can tell immediately something is off.
“What’s wrong, why are you so stiff?” Taehyung questions softly, hands coming up Jungkook’s sides to feel up his torso and chest.
“Nothin,” Jungkook brushes it off, “trying to keep the kitchen clean while I cook; frustrating…” he makes something up. His eyes flicker to you as you’re waiting for Taehyung to come back and he sighs, doing that thing again with his mouth.
Tae catches on to the tell without a second thought. “You’re a terrible liar.” He mumbles, lazily pressing his lips to Jungkook’s neck one last time. “—don’t have to tell me, its okay.” he reassures, stepping back. He could guess by the way you weren’t worming your way between them that something had happened.
“How was your day, baby?” Taehyung rounds the kitchen island to come back to you. He had to know for sure. “Spent all day at home with Jungkook?”
“… yeah,” you shrug. “I mostly missed you.” You jab. Jungkook loudly transfers the food to several plates, clattering the dishes in the sink out of irritation. You dont care, reaching to bring Taehyung closer as Jungkook sets everything out on the table.
“Its getting cold,” he complains, making the two of you separate.
“Ill be right there, gonna use the bathroom,” Taehyung excuses. You’re left sitting across from Jungkook at the table. You dont say anything to him, really letting him sit with his decision. Jungkook’s phone buzzes on the table. He sees the notification and picks it up. “Sorry, company,” he excuses. It was Taehyung, subtly figuring out if you were ignoring Jungkook on purpose.
Jungkook pauses to think about it. Its kind of ridiculous, isn’t it? You’re trying to make him jealous and he’s eating it up, playing right into your hand. It dawns on him— he wont let you have that kind of satisfaction. He responds to Taehyung who emerges from the bathroom less than a minute later.
“Everyone’s so quiet today,” he tries to force the two of you to talk.
You glare at Jungkook. “Yeah, its just been a quiet day.” You excuse.
“It was one until Taehyung came home.” Jungkook accuses. “Weird how you never do that. It’s almost like you prefer him.”
“Maybe I do prefer him.” You double down. Who does he think he is? You’re not apologizing when he messed up.
Jungkook is so fucking irritated he just smiles, “it didn’t sound like you preferred him this morning.” He reminds you. —immature.
Taehyung stifles a laugh as you feel yourself turning red. He remembers getting ready for work this morning all too well. “It really didn’t,” Taehyung agrees, “Jungkook please,” he mocks you, playfully smacking jungkook’s shoulder.
“My back is still red from the scratches,” he replies to Taehyung, enjoying teasing you.
“I don’t sound like that— and he wasn’t pissing me off this morning!” You defend yourself to Tae.
“You totally sound like that,” Jungkook agrees. “Whinier than that, actually.”
“Whatever.” You huff.
“I think she forgot already. You should remind her,” Taehyung suggests, nudging JK’s foot under the table.
“I think we both should; she prefers you, remember?”
“Mmh. Mhm.” Taehyung nods. You shrink. — maybe trying to get back at Jungkook was a mistake.
-
“She still wont look at me,” Jungkook points out after a shared kiss with Taehyung.
“Because you’re still pissing me o-,” you remain stubborn. “Off… fuck,”
Taehyung has moved from his boyfriend to you. Now you were caught between both of them instead of just one. “You should forgive him,” Taehyung suggests, nipping a little at your ear as he moves down the back of your neck and shoulders. “Soon, before you lose your voice.”
The second you get a break from Jungkook, Taehyung presses his lips to yours in his place. You can tell whose hands are where. You’re drowning in so much affection you don’t know what to do with it.
Safe to say you were never ignoring Jungkook again.
Synopsis: You need to be careful. Two predators have had their eyes on you for a while, and the ball's in your court when you attend a notorious Jackson Wang party. What are Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung planning… And once you find yourself entangled in their games, will you ever find your way out?
Warnings: MINORS GET YO ASS OUTTA HERE!!! get ready... DUBCON!!!! threesome (mmf), explicit sex, unprotected sex (wrap it!), oral sex (male!receiving), bondage, face fucking, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, power play, humiliation/degradation, fingering, afab!reader, mild BDSM, manipulation, anal sex, double penetration in 2 holes, edging, mild predator/prey, choking, breath play, spit kink, blood kink, praise kink, manhandling, size kink/belly bulge, drug use (recreational; it's just weed guys), and probably more...
Word count: 15,213 (listen...)
Author's note: hi so yeah this is insane yes whatever awesome enjoy! this is crossposted on @st4rtells's blog (this is a collab!). as always, would love to hear what everyone thinks! this is my first hardcore smut (imho). like legit i think every kink u can of is here. enjoy!
Side note, this is also on AO3!
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You should never have come to this party.
One of the friends you’d made at your new job working for HYBE had invited you out, and you’d agreed. It was a Saturday night, for God’s sake, and you were young. Might as well enjoy it.
Jackson Wang’s bachelor pad in Hannam-dong is massive. Towering, Greek-style columns line the entrance, hiding floors upon floors of meticulously decorated rooms. Frankly, you didn’t even know there were houses of this size in Seoul. His white mansion seems to pulse to the beat of the music, flashing LED lights casting colorful shadows across the sprawling lawn.
When you arrived with your friend Minwoo, the party was already in full swing. Every direction you turn, there was some A-List idol drunkenly singing along, taking a hit from a messily rolled blunt, or wiping their nose after doing a line.
Minwoo seemed rattled, but you were able to push the shock factor aside. Having worked in entertainment for some time now, this wasn’t exactly new. Especially with K-pop idols.
You remember finding the dichotomy hilarious when you first noticed it; the way the South Korean media and entertainment companies painted these perfect pictures of their idols. How they’d blush and giggle and seemingly devote their lives to their fans. But—of course—that was nothing more than a facade.
Minwoo leads you through the throngs of dancing people, bee-lining for the drinks table. He sends you a sheepish smile when you make it.
“This party is crazy, huh!” Minwoo’s teeth flash through his smirk. He seems to be trying to hide his nervousness. Cute, you think.
He’s sweet, sure, but not really your type. It isn’t that he isn’t cute, because he is. He’s tall (well, taller than you) with dark hair cropped just beneath his ears. You aren’t sure exactly what it is that turns you off to him. Maybe it’s how friendly he seems to be.
Alas, he’s a good friend, and someone you wouldn’t hesitate to call to help you move something heavy. God forbid a girl use her resources.
“Thanks, Min,” you smile at him when he hands you a cup of God-knows-what. You hadn’t planned on drinking it; who the fuck was that stupid? You probably know two whole people here, including Minwoo, and you value your consciousness.
Minwoo, on the other hand, takes a hearty gulp of his. You bite back a chuckle. He’s a man; he’ll be fine.
“Oh my God, Minwoo!” A grainy voice pierces your eardrum, followed by a flash of long blonde hair. “Hi!”
“Tana!” Minwoo looks pleasantly surprised to see the woman to your left. You raise an eyebrow. “It’s been so long! How are you?”
The woman—Tana, you presume—looks a bit too old to be here. She smiles back at your friend, shiny veneers on full display. For a second, the conversation is silent as you wait for Minwoo to introduce you.
Wiping a manicured hand under her nose, she sniffles, “I’ve been so great! Seoul is just so fun and—”
Right, okay. Tana’s voice trails off as you take a few steps away to let Minwoo work his magic, or do whatever his version of that is. You’re ready to take a lap, anyway.
You let yourself meander through the crowded rooms of the Wang house. You wonder, briefly, if the host himself is even here. Chuckling lightly under your breath, you make your way up a marble staircase in the foyer, admiring the glittering lights of the grandiose chandelier. Slowly, you reach a hand out to feel the crystals.
“You know, you probably shouldn’t touch that.” A greasy voice has you halting in your black kitten heels, and despite yourself, your heart jumps.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” The owner of the voice is sitting a couple of stairs above you. He looks familiar, but you can’t place his name. Your arm falls back to your side, slowly, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Who the hell does this guy think he is?!
“Thanks for your opinion,” you retort, evenly, moving to continue up the stairs.
“Hey, woah, slow down, now!” He stumbles over his words a bit, which makes you want to roll your eyes even more. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this all alone?”
You consider him briefly. The man is leaning over his jean-clad legs, lanky arms braced against his chin. A few spots of acne are splattered across his cheeks, and he has a few stray hairs sticking out of his chin at weird angles. They almost look like pubes.
“Have a good night, bud,” you decide, after a moment’s thought. It appears that he isn’t planning to let you up the stairs, so you turn on your heel and head back down.
Admittedly a bit fazed from that weird ass dude, you spot an open door to a patio. Some air would be lovely right about now.
Your footsteps echo on the linoleum floors as you dart for the doorway to outside. You let a sigh escape your lungs when you realize Mr. Chin Pubes is too fucked up to chase after you. Thank God.
But, the devil has other plans for you, because as soon as you make yourself comfortable, you notice an eerily familiar sleeve of tattoos out of the corner of your eye.
God, this had been the worst shift of your life.
Not only had you dropped your morning coffee and suffered an extremely bad hair day when your heatless curls had promptly frizzed up thirty minutes after getting to the office, but your manager at HYBE had sent you a Microsoft Teams message to come to his office. Which you had never been to. Hence why you were scrambling like a headless chicken around the office building trying to find him.
You had asked another employee where it was, and she pointed you in this direction. Vaguely.
So, you felt relatively confident when you turned the corner into yet another hallway. Wait… did she say third door on the right? Or left? You shook it off and went with your gut, reaching for the door handle to the right. But before you could turn the handle, voices drifted down the hallway from inside. You paused, thinking against eavesdropping momentarily before your curiosity got the better of you.
“Nosy bitch,” you muttered to yourself, slowly turning the handle and peeking in.
The sight before you made you pause. It was… a dressing room? Where the hell even were you? The lights were flicked off, but two bodies were tucked into a corner. Shirtless, mind you—both of them.
You almost chuckled to yourself. Talk about office romance. But the sight of a very familiar tattoo sleeve made the laughter die in your throat.
You shake yourself out of your day-mare, suppressing a shiver. Fucking Jeon Jungkook. And, just your luck, it seems he has spotted you, too. Panic clutches at your throat, and the beginnings of hot tears begin to burn behind your eyes.
So, naturally, you high-tail your ass straight out of there. Fuck Minwoo and his stupid magic. You’re going to find him and get the hell out of this house.
The main area of the house is somehow busier than when you’d arrived, bodies on bodies of sweaty skin and a blasting bass flooding your senses. Your impending panic is not helping you navigate the mess.
“—And I was like, tone, question mark? A tone, like, a bleach and tone?!” Tana’s chainsmoker-ass voice wanders back into your eardrums. Her words cut through the music, somehow louder than everything else. Thank God for her vocal fry.
You lock your eyes on her bright hair a few yards away. Next to her, Minwoo is bent backwards, a hand clutching at her arm as he laughs. Ugh.
You can’t do this right now. You were already pissed off, and this bitch had swooped in and stolen your friend. You have half a mind to make a passive aggressive comment but ultimately decide against it, your need to escape winning against any desire to start a fight. Anger is beginning to outweigh your anxiety.
You storm past the two of them, unaware of the predator quickly catching up to you from behind. You don’t realize his presence until a hand grabs your wrist and yanks you aside.
You’re suddenly shrouded in darkness, the previously deafening music now muffled, only a deep bass and your throbbing heart discernible. The scene has shifted too quickly for you to acknowledge the spike of your heart rate.
“What the fu—” A hand clamps shut over your mouth, effectively silencing your scream.
“Careful, sweetheart,” A sultry voice tickles the skin of your earlobe, “wouldn’t want your little office friend to find out who has you in here alone, would you?”
With that, the lights come on. Your heart skips a beat.
The fluorescents blind you momentarily before your eyes rest on the light switch, a tattooed hand hovering over it. Your gaze trails down the inked sleeve of none other than Jeon Jungkook, until finally meeting his own in the reflection of the mirror.
It takes you a few moments to push through the initial shock and recognize what’s happening, but as soon as you do, you start thrashing in his hold. You’re running on pure adrenaline, limbs finding an unknown strength to push against his well-built physique.
“Easy now, sweetheart; don’t hurt yourself,” Jungkook drawls on, effortlessly keeping you pinned in his grasp. Your throat is closing up, a sure sign of your now inevitable panic attack, as you rack your racing brain for something—anything—you can do to escape.
You don’t feel remotely bad as your teeth sink into the fleshy part of his hand, biting down with enough force to draw blood. His eyebrows pinch together in an almost amused way, still refusing to let go. Your eyebrows furrow as you close your jaw even tighter, probably reminiscent of a feral, cornered dog.
When you finally wrench yourself out of his grip, you’re spinning immediately to bolt towards the door. Terror overtakes the futile sense of hope you’d cultivated when you don’t make it far. An arm wraps around your waist for the second time, stronger, probably intent on keeping you captive this time.
You’re dizzy with terror as your body is flung towards the sink, back colliding harshly with the counter. You fight back tears, back stinging and heart racing, but Jungkook’s arms are resting on the counter on either side of you. You cannot show him that he’s getting to you.
You’re trapped, caged between his biceps, and his dark eyes are piercing into yours. It’s probably futile, but you stare valiantly back. Your heart skips a beat. Have his eyes always had specs of… gold?
“Try that again, and I’ll have you over my knee.” Momentarily, his crude words stun you into submission. What did he just say? You swallow the fear gathering in your throat, deadset on preserving perhaps the only upper hand you hold over him: confidence.
“What? Got nothing to say now?” He exhales, inching closer to your face with each drawn out word.
“Get the fuck away from me,” you spit, anxiety causing your voice to tremble just so.
“Oh, but you don’t want that, do you?” Jungkook leans back as his lips curl into a predatory smirk. He tilts his chin up at you, challenging you for a response. For a reaction.
“You have no fucking idea what I want!” You’re yelling now, anxiety and anger taking the reins despite your carefulness. You suppose you’re probably giving him that reaction, feeding his sick sense of control.
“The thing is…” he starts, bringing a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness, “I think I know exactly what you want.” His finger lingers by your face, twirling a strand between his long fingers. “Or rather, what you need.”
The audacity of this motherfucker. You’re scared, yes, but you’re also pissed. And turned on, but that’s a secret you’re not sure you’re ready to admit. Even to yourself.
“And tell me, Jungkook, what do I need?” You reply, poking your bottom lip out as you pretend his callous assumption. You try your best to ignore the dampness coating your underwear.
“You need to learn your fucking place,” Jungkook retorts, darkly. The aggressiveness of his words makes you pause. He’s eerily still in front of you.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” You spit back, although a twinge of guilt rumbles in your stomach. The tattooed man’s eyes darken, gold long gone, as he pushes you even further into the sink. Your arms shoot backwards to catch yourself, leaving a space open for his biceps to squeeze tighter to your body.
The pressure of his strength under your arms has your body lifting off of the ground. You balance on your toes, legs shaking in your heels, and not from fear anymore.
“Oh, I’ve seen you. Trust me, I have.” Jungkook eyes dart between yours, breath tickling your cheek. “Waltzing around the office in your tight little pencil skirt and low-cut blouse. Acting all important when you’re nothing more than a glorified secretary.”
Your composure falters, anger and something more feral bubbling up in your chest, “I worked my ass off to be here. You of all people should know that.” He’s speaking as if he’s actually seen you more than a few times at the HYBE office. As if he’s privy to all that you do—all that you’ve done—to get where you are. It’s a disgusting underestimation, you think, but still, his words hit at a long since established insecurity.
“See, that’s the problem with sluts like you,” he clicks his tongue as he continues, turning his head just so. “You think you can fuck your way to the top. You’re no better than the rest of the fucked up people in this industry.”
Sluts like me? Your perfect facade slips further, and you feel a single tear slide down your cheek. Fuck, you think, but the damage is already done. Jeon Jungkook has wormed his stupid way into your stupid brain. And his opinion matters. Another tear follows close behind.
But Jungkook only chuckles lightly, pushing you all the way up onto the counter so you’re sitting in front of him. He tuts and reaches a single tattooed finger for your cheek, letting a tear drip onto it.
And then the motherfucker brings his finger to his lips and fucking licks it. “There it is.”
You’re gaping at him, still seething with anger at his blatant disrespect but also especially grateful you don’t have to rely on your shaky legs to stand. You wonder, briefly, how he might lick something else from his fingers…
His hand suddenly glides around your neck, fingers splayed across your pulse. It’s not aggressive, you think, probably just meant to hold you still. Alas, your heart jumps into your throat, meeting his hand. Your heart is still racing—it hasn’t really stopped since you spotted him outside—but you’re well aware that more than just fear is contributing. You shift in your perch on the counter.
Overwhelmed, more tears start to fall from your eyes, and you’re sure your face is flushed with embarrassment as he pulls you in. Your lips mere inches apart when he whispers, eyes darting from yours down to your lips: “Is my stupid little slut finally realizing what she wants?”
Your heart pants as his hand moves suddenly from your neck to your face, gripping it and turning it forcefully, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.
Jesus. You look awful; blood is smeared across your lips, and tears are streaming down your face as you shake in his grip.
“Look at you, all fucked up,” he mumbles next to your ear, teeth lightly grazing the bottom of your lobe. “And just for me.”
He looks straight-up pornographic in the mirror, hands all over your body, and you can’t help but appreciate how big his hand is around your jaw.
“Leave me alone,” you whimper. Jungkook just smiles at you in the mirror, a certain air of derangement clouding his beautiful face.
“I’ll let you go this time,” he concedes softly, “but the next time you fuck around, I might just have to bend you over and teach you a lesson.”
You can only shudder, nodding hurriedly in his grip.
When he finally lets go of your face and gives it a couple of gentle pats before pulling back, you almost… miss the pressure of his strong grip. But as soon as he appeared, Jeon Jungkook walks out of the room and slams the door shut behind him.
The silence of his absence is deafening. More tears gather in your lashes.
After a moment, you stumble out of the bathroom, and for once find solace in the crowd as you try to escape the towering man who is more than likely watching you. Tears are freely falling from your eyes now, and you can’t do anything to stop them.
Fucking hell. Now, I need a drink.
Your shoulders slam into person after person as you fight your way back to Minwoo’s general area. Fuck, where did he go?
Now is really not the time to be getting busy, Min.
You choke back a sob, arms crossed around your waist as a sense of impending doom fills your system. The crowd isn’t thinning. How big is this damn house?
Suddenly, you slam into a broad chest, a deep oomph escaping the lips of whoever it was on impact. You stumble backwards, but strong hands grab your shoulders.
“Jesus, are you okay?” You can’t bring yourself to meet the deep voice’s eyes, tears still streaming down your face. You stare at his shiny black boots, half-hidden by a pair of expensive-looking dress pants. He even smells like money. And weed.
The deep voice calls your name, jolting you back to reality, and your eyes force themselves to look up to his.
Oh, hell no.
You weren’t sure if your eyes were deceiving you, but you were almost positive that the two shirtless figures were…
No, it couldn’t be.
With gentle hands and even gentler eyes, he takes in your presence. His dark, blown pupils dart over your face; he’s searching for something. You’re not sure if he spots what he’s looking for, but his eyes almost harden when he spots the blood dripping from your lips. Your heart jumps again, familiar now. Welcome, even.
You took a hesitant step into the dressing room, and the voices grew louder.
“What? You’re not going to listen to your hyung?” The figure with his back to you had pinned Jeon Jungkook against a wall of lockers. Strong, tanned arms braced onto the wall, and lithe muscles rippled beneath skin.
This was evidently not meant for prying eyes. But, if you could just get a little closer…
“No, hyung,” Jungkook was breathless, but somehow still assertive. The challenge in his tone had you unconsciously pressing your legs together, your breath catching in your throat.
“Well, prove it, then,” the other man growled. Without a second of hesitation, Jeon Jungkook gripped the fluffy black hair at his lover’s nape and smashed their lips together in a vulgar kiss. Their hips thrusted against each other in a searing dance, limbs moving together almost aggressively.
Your hand slapped to your mouth. It was a reflex, but it certainly helped to muffle the throaty moan that threatened to erupt.
Both heads spun to face you, the sound of your movement alerting them to your presence.
In the living room of Jackson Wang’s house, Kim Taehyung’s blown-out pupils looked almost identical to that memorable event in BTS’s dressing room. Your stomach drops, and you’re searching for a way out, struggling against his arms. You know exactly what’s happening. Where the hell is Jungkook?
“Hey, no, hey,” Taehyung coos, “you’re okay, baby.” You’re still thrashing around, breath coming in heaves as his hold tightens. Your brain is spinning, and he’s pulling you into his chest.
“Let’s get you somewhere safe,” he hums into your hair. No, you want to scream, but your face is pressed against his button-up so harshly that no sound escapes. Your brain spins so harshly that you find a strange sense of peace behind it. The world is suddenly muted, the sounds of the party only echoes in the background. Even Taehyung becomes a ghost.
Those godforsaken fingers caress your hair softly. Hesitantly, your hands work their way around his slim waist as you finally collapse into his embrace, and the rest of the world melts even further into the background. He’s all you can smell. All you can feel.
For the first time all night, you let yourself relax. Taehyung still has one hand in your hair, and the other is rubbing up and down your back, leaving little tingles in its wake. In his arms, you heave another sob. Delicately, like you’re going to break, he begins to shuffle you towards the crowd again.
“Atta girl.” Your heart flutters at his words, one particularly pathetic sob morphing into a whine against his neck. He hums in response.
When you reach the marble stairs, he maneuvers you to face the steps, and the lights of the party momentarily cloud your vision. The brightness shocks your system, and suddenly, you’re back in your body, and panic is crawling up your throat once again.
Wait. Where the fuck is he taking me? You pause, taking a hesitant step to the side, out of Taehyung’s arms.
“What’s wrong, princess?” He grumbles into your ear. Fuck. What’s a good excuse? How can you get yourself out of this?
“Uh,” you stutter. Think, bitch, think! “My, um… my friend. Minwoo, he’s probably looking for me. I—I need to find him.”
“Liar.” Taehyung whirls you around to face him, bowing his head to yours. Your rapidly beating heart skips a beat, but you urge the panic in your eyes to hide itself yet again. You can feel his warm breath on your face.
You gape at him, desperately willing yourself to yell back, or get angry, or something. But nothing comes. You’re frozen. Trapped.
His mouth twists into a smirk, and the air between you seems to pause as if it’s awaiting his next strike.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous. You know that?” He chuckles, a sinister glint behind his red-rimmed eyes. A lion and his prey.
The moment shatters almost instantly. Taehyung’s smirk transforms into a wide, boxy grin, any trace of the lion long gone.
“Baby, I’m messing with you,” he laughs. “God, you’re adorable!”
Oh. Of course! A forced laugh tumbles from your lips, and a visceral twinge of guilt pangs through your stomach. He was just trying to help you, for God’s sake. What kind of person did that make you? Assuming that Taehyung is in on Jungkook’s little power play just because you saw them together intimately? You scoff at yourself.
Overwhelmed and a little emotionally fragile, you feel tears burn behind your eyes. You must be going crazy…
“Oh!” You choke out. “Funny!” You smooth a hand down your sequined top, discreetly trying to smother your guilt, which threatens to double with every breath. Taehyung shakes his head and takes a step backwards—grinning still—as the tensions fall away with ease. You’re breathing out and finding a sense of calm, albeit faux.
“I saw him go upstairs a few minutes back,” Taehyung says after a moment, seemingly unfazed, “with that blonde girl… Hana, I think?”
“Tana, yeah.”
He hums again. You feel it in your chest. God, you almost forgot how soothing his voice was. The burning behind your lids dulls to an echo.
“Here, I’ll show you.” Without waiting for a response, he takes your hand and starts to lead you up the steps. It takes you a few moments to steady your legs as you stumble behind him, but you follow nonetheless. Gripping at the railing, you trudge after him.
A sense of unease finds its way back up your spine as the two of you make it to the main upstairs hallway. You realize—terrifyingly—that you’re alone up here. How long have you been here?
But, Taehyung just trudges on, hand firm in yours.
He means well, you insist to your traitorous brain. Instead, you focus on the appetizing ‘V’ shape of Taehyung’s back as he summits the staircase. His shoulders are impossibly broad, and his back muscles are hardly hidden beneath his tight t-shirt, which disappears into his dress pants.
How lucky are you to be taken care of like this by Kim Taehyung? How many people would sell their soul to be in your position?
Get your shit together.
You’re distracted long enough to be surprised when you find yourself at the end of the luxurious hallway. Several closed doors line the hallway, and you can hear a muffled symphony of grunts and moans behind them.
Taehyung slowly pushes open a door, turning his head to check inside.
“All clear,” he whispers with a grin, shuffling past the heavy-looking wooden door to reveal an elegant bedroom. The white walls are decorated with lavish gossamer curtains that dip and climb across like vines. The four-poster bed, dresser, and bed-side tables are a gorgeous pale wood.
The bed itself is… well, magnificent feels like an understatement. Royal blue sheets and a plush-looking comforter decorate it. Beside it, an elegant velvet couch matches the bed’s royal blue perfectly. Taehyung waltzes to the bed like he owns it, delicately taking a seat and bracing his arms behind him.
“Your friend’s probably around here somewhere. We can wait for him in here.”
For a second, you can only stare. His tanned skin moves to accommodate his muscled arms, and his eyes are hooded as he looks at you: he’s got a look in eyes that you can’t quite read. Unconsciously, you bite your lip, remembering the way those arms pushed Jungkook around that day.
Taehyung’s sultry voice calling your name draws your attention to his mouth, where his tongue darts out to wet his lips. His knees fall open into a manspread, head tilting to the right, just so. His pants are loose, but you can make out an imprint of something between his legs.
Shit. Your head is spinning, legs threatening to collapse beneath you and let him do whatever he wants with you. It’s deathly silent until Taehyung speaks.
“C’mere, baby,” he almost growls; his voice is so low. You swallow your inhibitions, willing your shaky knees to bend and walk towards him.
As you get within an arm’s length of the bed, the beautiful man in front of you leans forward, opening his tanned arms to beckon you closer. Gently, his hands fall to your hips, rubbing soft circles into the smooth material of your leather shorts. Every now and then, his fingers brush the skin just beneath, and your heart jumps. You’re surely covered in goosebumps.
Taehyung’s face is mere inches away; you can make out each individual eyelash lining his dark eyes, which alternate between your own. That damn tongue darts out again and his lips glisten in the light—or lack thereof.
Would Jungkook murder you if you kissed Taehyung right now? Because it was beginning to feel inevitable…
The sound of the door clicking shut has you whirling around, even as Taehyung’s hands tighten on your hips. You gasp, panic surging back into your throat.
“Oh, hell no,” you hear yourself say, finally.
There, Jeon Jungkook just fucking stands, arms folded across his chest as he leans against the now closed door. Expression unreadable.
You need to get out of here, and fucking quick.
Unfortunately for your escape plan, Taehyung grabs your face with surprising force, turning you to look back at him. “Easy now…”
“What the fuck are you—”
Before you can finish, he brings a finger to your lips. “Shhhh… I just wanna see something,” he says, lightly tracing your lips with his thumb, dragging the bottom one down sensually.
His hands around your hips suddenly pull you back harshly, planting your ass in between his spread legs. One of his massive forearms wraps possessively around your waist, the other reaching up and grasping your face, forcing you to look at Jungkook, whose expression could only resemble that of hunger.
“Look at him, baby,” he whispers across the skin of your neck. “Look at how much he wants this.”
You have no idea how to feel. Your breathing becomes shallow, stopping all together when you feel Taehyung’s hand move from your waist to your stomach, then lower. Your heart rate accelerates so much that you’re sure Taehyung can feel it under his lips.
His fingers find the button of your leather shorts, easily popping it open. Your breath hitches as he slowly pulls down the zipper, exposing your lace trimmed thong. You’re still frozen—save for your rapidly rising and falling chest—when Taehyung begins to slide your shorts down your legs, letting them fall to the floor between his feet.
You squirm under his touch when you realize Jungkook is staring right at you. At the wet circle coating your flimsy underwear.
Taehyung feels it, of course he does. “Careful, don’t want to make it seem like you aren’t enjoying yourself,” he drawls, the hand he has on your face firm and unyielding, keeping your gaze pinned on the brooding man in front of you.
You breathe and slowly relax into him, even spreading your legs a little when he pushes at your inner thigh. You feel disgustingly lewd, but the thrill of the moment keeps you still in his arms.
He hooks your legs over his knees, spreading you open for Jungkook to see.
“There you go, princess,” he whispers into your neck, humming lightly, and he trails his other arm from your face to wrap around your waist tightly. “You like how he’s watching you?”
The moment his index finger brushes your clothed clit, you jolt at the unfamiliar sensation.
This is such a bad idea…
You can’t bring yourself to care, as his fingers start making slow, tight circles around your core.
“Would you let him touch you like this?” Taehyung has the audacity to ask you, huskily. Jungkook’s glaring eyes reveal absolutely nothing, but the way the veins in his neck pop out has you closing your eyes and throwing your head back onto Taehyung’s shoulder. You feel him smile against your neck, cool teeth sending a shiver straight through your body.
The man beneath you moves his long fingers down further, leaving your clit begging for more. You let out a helpless whimper, but it gets caught in your throat when you feel the cold air of the room on your bare pussy. You refuse to open your eyes in fear of what you may find, but you’re certain that the thin material of your panties has been pulled to the side and replaced by a warm possessive palm covering you completely.
There it lays, as if waiting for you to make a move.
“Wanna show me how needy you are?” Taehyung whispers in your ear as you fight the urge to grind into his palm. You bite your lip, eyes still squeezed shut. He clicks his tongue in disapproval.
“Nothing?” He lets out a breathy chuckle. “C’mon, princess, show me how bad you want it.”
Hesitantly, you start to move against him, a wave of pleasure hitting you each time his rough hand makes contact with the bundle of nerves screaming his name.
“That’s my girl,” he growls.
With growing but shaky confidence, you let yourself move faster against his hand, hips gliding back and forth aggressively. The combination of his calloused palm and the friction of his clothed member on your ass has your head spinning.
As you feel the pressure building in your core, breathy moans escape from your lips, and you bring a hand to your mouth to muffle it. Your skin is sweltering, not just from pleasure, but from the pure embarrassment of your actions.
“I don’t think so, baby,” Taehyung corrects, delicately pulling your hand from your mouth and bringing it back down in his grip. His arm returns to its position with yours in tow, wrapped around you tightly to restrict your movement despite your squirming and grinding.
You feel the coil of pleasure winding even tighter as your orgasm approaches.
“You wanna cum, hm, baby?” You let out a warbled mhm, because, yeah, you do.
“Beg.”
“W—What?” You whimper out, still terrified to open your eyes. Beg?
“You heard me,” Taehyung’s husky voice demands. “I want you to beg for it.”
“P—Please…”
“Please what, princess?”
“Please, God! Let me cum!” You cry out finally, so close you can taste the need in your mouth.
“Alright,” he chuckles, pinching your clit between two fingers. “Go ahead.”
Your eyes shoot open, only to widen in shock when you see Jungkook standing right above you.
“F—Fuck!” You scream as your orgasm crashes over you. At the same time, Jungkook grips the bottom half of your face, wrenching your mouth open. The waves of pleasure continue to course through your body as the man above you lets a string of spit fall from his mouth, directly into yours.
Before you can even come down from your high, Jungkook shoves two fingers deep inside your mouth, forcing your throat to convulse in a gag.
“Swallow,” he demands, figure blurring as tears cloud your vision.
You struggle to follow his command as Taehyung continues to fondle your clit, the sensation becoming almost unbearable.
You gag one more time before finally managing to swallow around Jungkook’s thick fingers. He smirks in approval at your ruined figure below him, tilting his head in mock sympathy.
“Aw,” he tuts. “Poor girl.”
Taehyung chuckles in agreement, “Already spent, baby?”
Your cheeks burn, somehow still embarrassed despite the way you just fell apart on Taehyung’s fucking fingers. Jungkook’s still admiring your fucked out face when Taehyung clears his throat to speak again.
“You’ve still got a few more in you. Don’t you, princess?”
You whimper in protest. You’ve never had a guy make you cum so fast and so long. Hell, even on your own it’s never felt like that.
You’re floating, pussy still throbbing, aching for something. Anything. You’re so far in your own head that you don’t notice when Jungkook clambers to his knees in front of you.
You’re forced back to reality when you feel a growl against your back as the hand Taehyung has inside you darts up, smearing your juices into Jungkook’s soft hair as he tightly grips it. He pulls harshly, and Jungkook is hurled to the side, neck at an awkward angle.
You’re still floating in a post-orgasm haze, but alarm bells still sound through your ears when Jungkook’s giant eyes seem to darken. He licks his lips, leaning his head into Taehyung’s hand.
“Not yet, Kook,” Taehyung murmurs, voice somehow carrying through the harsh sound of your breathing. “She needs to learn to wait her turn.”
“Move her to the bed.”
The next thing you know, Jungkook’s tattooed hands are tugging you from Taehyung’s grip, and suddenly you’re splayed out on the plush comforter, heart racing.
Jungkook’s back is to you, baggy jeans fallen just enough to reveal his black Calvin Klein briefs. Taehyung murmurs something you can’t hear, making his way closer to Jungkook.
You’re hit with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu when Taehyung grips one of Jungkook’s shoulders with a veiny hand, pulling him closer with a force that has the tattooed man stumbling. Already, you feel the coil in your stomach threaten to tighten again at the way Taehyung’s dark eyes seem to cut through Jungkook’s body.
“Off,” Taehyung growls, tugging at the bottom of Jungkook’s t-shirt. You imagine that Jungkook is arching an eyebrow, his head tilting just slightly.
Instead of obeying, Jungkook lurches forward, smashing his lips onto Taehyung’s. His hands grope over Taehyung’s body, finding brief but strong holds along his shoulders and arms as their lips move together.
Their kiss is reminiscent of the one you unintentionally saw all those months ago. Their lips fight, pressing forward against each other harshly. Both sets of tanned arms are tangled together, the only distinguishing factor being Jungkook’s tattoos. You’re stunned into the blankets, unsure of what exactly they want you to do.
She needs to learn to wait her turn.
You suppose you can do that, but it’s starting to prove difficult when Taehyung abruptly breaks the kiss. A string of spit connecting their lips glints in the dim light of the room.
Taehyung goes in for a barely-there peck. It’s weirdly… sweet, especially given the way they were just making out. He reaches a hand to the back of Jungkook’s head, stroking the hair along his nape. He treats him so fragile, almost as if he’s scared he'll break.
Jungkook leans in, trying to press his lips to Taehyung’s, but the older man only leans back, hand falling to his side.
“Did I stutter?” Taehyung tuts, holding Jungkook an arm’s length from his chest. “I said, off.”
Jungkook laughs lowly, eliciting a rush of heat to your core. Taehyung doesn’t move a muscle, though, opting only to stare at Jungkook through his lashes.
Arms slap together and some are even flung to the side as Jungkook lunges forward towards Taehyung in a frantic, desperate attempt to continue their kiss, but Taehyung’s hand shoots up to close around his neck, effectively halting the movement. A throaty chuckle escapes Jungkook’s lips, and a whimper tumbles from yours.
Twin heads of dark hair spin to face you.
“Whatcha doing there, princess?” Taehyung says, a half-smirk adorning his mouth. Jungkook’s shoulders are heavily rising and falling, but he says nothing, face lacking any kind of expression behind pure lust.
Your eyes widen. Both Jungkook and Taehyung are burning holes into your body with dark, hooded eyes. Heart jumping, you dart your eyes down and away from their piercing glares.
Oh, fuck.
It seems, subconsciously, that your right hand had found its way down your stomach and was teasing at the hem of your panties. You feel your throat tighten as you swallow around nothing.
Silence overtakes the room, charged air in the space between you and the men. A hand grabs your chin, and you’re forced to look up.
“Princess.” It’s Taehyung, and he looks mad. Your thighs press together, begging for more friction. “We’re the only ones who get to touch you, okay?”
Your eyes widen as his fingers tighten around your jaw.
“I need words, baby.”
“Okay,” you sputter.
“Okay, what?” He’s not letting up, pushing his stupidly gorgeous face closer to yours. His breath dances over your cheek.
“I won’t.” He raises an eyebrow, so you continue, still flustered, “I won’t… Touch myself.”
A smirk crawls over his features, and he releases your chin. Taehyung presses a kiss to your lips. It’s just a peck, but it’s the first of the night. It’s sweet enough to have you begging for more. Your mind flashes with a vision of his tongue down your throat, hands all over your body once more.
You barely stifle a groan, chasing his lips, but Taehyung just steps back, scoffing out a laugh.
“Wait your turn, princess,” he tuts. Taehyung spins to face Jungkook, who is silent as ever, and crashes their lips together.
“Let’s give our baby a little show, okay, Kook?” Jungkook rumbles a deep sound in his throat at Taehyung’s words.
Where Taehyung is slow and controlled in the kiss, Jungkook’s lips seem to melt into his hyung, hands crawling to explore every inch of his body. He’s not submissive; it’s more like Jungkook is putting trust in Taehyung by letting him lead. But even then, you’re not sure if Taehyung is leading, per se…
It’s an interesting dynamic, one that is evidently riddled with months—if not years—of history.
“I need this off,” Taehyung growls, clutching at the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt. Jungkook pulls back, waiting a second before responding,
“No. You first, hyung.” You’re stifling a moan at his words. To just deny Taehyung like that… You can’t help but wonder what might happen to you if you—
No, it’s better to not. Right?
Taehyung moves his long fingers from the front of Jungkook’s shirt to just a bit lower, squeezing harshly to elicit a nasty moan from the tattooed man’s lips. He’s gripping at Taehyung’s shoulders for support, and their mouths hover near each other’s, breathing the same air.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, and Jungkook smiles wickedly. It’s a stalemate, the charged tension sending shocks of arousal straight to your core. It’s begging you for relief.
You hardly have a second to acknowledge it because Taehyung is using Jungkook’s momentary weakness to pull his shirt up and off his body. Jungkook, ever competitive, reaches his hands for Taehyung’s tight black t-shirt without a moment’s hesitation.
In only a few seconds, both men stand before you completely shirtless. Yet again, you’re transported back to that day at the HYBE office: their chests heaving as they face each other, muscles rippling beneath perfect skin.
They press into each other again, mouths moving in perfect sync against plush lips. Taehyung grabs at Jungkook’s slim waist, creating indents with his harsh grip. Sweat is building at the base of both men’s necks, but neither are deterred. If anything, the added heat is egging them on.
Egging you on, too.
Jungkook dips his head into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, biting, sucking, and licking at the skin there. Taehyung is groaning, evidently trying to muffle the noises pouring from his throat, but Jungkook’s assault on him is relentless. Every moan that escapes from Taehyung adds to the pressure building in your lower stomach. You ache to relieve it, squirming against the sheets beneath you.
Surely, they’re too distracted to notice if you just… dipped a finger or two down…
Your heart races as you ever so slowly move a hand from its place on the bed beside you to your throbbing heat. Taehyung’s fingers dig deeper into Jungkook’s plush skin, pulling him closer. His eyes are pressed shut, and your heart races as you feel the lace of your panties on your index finger.
Taehyung groans again, shifting against Jungkook, and you freeze.
But he’s not looking at you; in fact, Taehyung is switching their positions, pressing his own lips to the skin of Jungkook’s neck. You exhale.
Taehyung pulls at Jungkook like he’s trying to meld their bodies together, mimicking Jungkook’s passionate style of kissing before. He seems to let go, or, at least, Jungkook is forcing him to. You slip your hand beneath the hem of your panties.
Taehyung is sucking at Jungkook’s neck, and while the tattooed man is certainly quieter than Taehyung, a handful of moans still slip from his lips.
Your hand is now low enough to feel the immense wetness pooling in your underwear, and it only serves to turn you on more.
God, who could have predicted you’d be here, doing this, tonight? A pathetic whimper echoes from your throat.
Suddenly, Taehyung releases Jungkook’s waist to look at you, unlatching his lips from Jungkook’s pulse point. He looks almost amused.
“What did I say about touching yourself, hm?” His voice is deeper than ever, practically a growl, as he slowly starts to make his way over.
“I—I wasn’t doing anything,” you manage to stutter out, quickly snatching your hand back from between your legs.
He stops walking towards you, pausing to stand above you at the edge of the bed.
“That’s not what it looked like to me,” he says, sensually tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“I’m sorry,” you whimper out.
Nervous but excited shivers make their way up your spine.
“Kook,” Taehyung calls, still looking at you, “wanna come take care of this for me?”
Jungkook is on you in an instant, grabbing you by the hair and hauling you over to the couch.
“Yeah?” He breathes out, pushing you over the arm of the couch, “wanna see what happens when you don’t listen?”
You yelp as he uses his boot to kick your legs apart. His hand travels from your hair to in between your shoulder blades, pushing you almost painfully further over the threshold.
“Stay.”
You listen, holding your legs wide. The straps of your heels dig painfully into your ankles as you feel Jungkook back away.
You sit there, scared. You don’t hear any movement behind you. You have no idea what they’re planning, but something about that turns you on even more.
Smack.
You yelp, startled as you feel a heavy slap land right over your clothed pussy.
Fuck, that hurt!
If anything, you were expecting it on your ass! But, of course, knowing Jeon Jungkook, he had very different plans.
He rubs his palm against your stinging entrance, soothing the burn momentarily. But, as soon as the pain subsides, he rears his hand back and delivers another devastating smack.
You scream into a couch pillow, not expecting the second one to be harder.
“Does it hurt? Poor thing. Can’t even take a couple slaps?”
Tears prick at your eyes as he continues to alternate between slapping and rubbing your throbbing core.
His pace quickens, no longer taking his time with you.
A sob escapes your throat after a particularly painful one.
“What? Had enough already?” He says condescendingly, knowing damn well he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.
“Fuck you!” You let out between sobs. Your head is spinning, pleasure overwhelming the lingering stinging on your pussy from Jungkook’s slaps.
He doesn’t like that, you gather, as his hands entangle in your hair again, pulling you back at an awkward angle.
“Say that again. See what happens.”
“Fuck. You.” You warble out, making eye contact with him.
You don’t notice his other hand grabbing your underwear before it’s too late. He tears them clean off your body.
Making a scene, Jungkook holds eye contact with you as he brings the thong to his nose, inhaling briefly as his eyes flutter shut, before bringing the torn fabric to your mouth.
“Open,” he demands.
“Or wha—” You barely get out your words before he shoves your ruined underwear in your mouth.
You choke on it for a moment, trying to spit it out, but Jungkook covers your mouth with his hand, keeping it inside.
“Shut the fuck up.” Damn.
You can taste yourself on the lace, the obscenity of the situation turning you on more than you care to admit.
His other hand then reaches down, finding your sore clit. He pinches it harshly between his thumb and finger, making you squirm in pain. You didn’t realise how much pain turned you on, but you learn something new every day…
You couldn’t dwell on that particular realization for very long, as his fingers dip into your entrance.
“So wet for me…”
You don’t realize how close you are to coming until his fingers suddenly ram into you, making your knees buckle.
He slowly starts moving in and out, the obscene sounds of your wetness around his fingers turning your face a bright pink.
He curls them inside you, hitting the spongy spot right below your navel. You moan loudly, but the soaked material shoved in your mouth muffles the sound.
Jungkook continues to stroke the sensitive spot inside of you, bringing you to the edge only to slow down right as you’re about to cum.
You squirm around, growing impatient and needy.
“Aw, poor baby,” he purrs next to your ear. “So worked up, and I’m not even inside you yet.”
He continues to edge you until tears are forming in your eyes again; long, tattooed digits press against your g-spot while his palm grinds against your clit. You’re brought to the edge once again, pleasure winding up in your lower stomach as you pant through your nose.
Tears are now freely falling from your eyes, collecting on Jungkook’s large hand that’s still pressed firmly over your mouth.
“Go ahead, baby, cum,” he finally says, speeding up his fingers.
You cry out, well, as much as you can with your mouth stuffed with cotton. Messily, you come all over his fingers. Your juices dripping down your shaky legs.
He continues to move in and out of you slowly, helping you ride out your high.
“That’s it sweetheart, just like that,” Jungkook drawls. You slump against him, still convulsing.
“Think that’s enough, Kook,” Taehyung’s deep voice is cutting in over the pounding in your ears. Never in your life have you orgasmed twice this close together.
“You got her nice and ready for me?” Taehyung’s body hums, draped over Jungkook’s back as he whispers in his ear. Jungkook groans in response, removing his fingers from inside of you as he lets his hyung take control.
You can only gape when Taehyung moves from behind Jungkook to your side.
“You doing okay, baby? Think you take my cock now?” He tilts his head with a pout at his lips. You whimper, nodding your head groggily as his strong arms roll you towards him. He works his hands at the straps of your heels, tugging them off and tossing them to the side. His hands find their way under your back and knees to lift you bridal style.
Taehyung clears his throat, silently asking you a question. Even in your current state, you knew it was coming when you didn’t use your words.
“I’m okay,” you say. Taehyung just smirks, those damn eyes crinkling in approval.
He sets you down delicately on the bed, holding your cheek in one hand. His face is so close now, and you are not above begging him to kiss you. Ultimately, you decide to just press your lips to his.
Taehyung emits a moan of surprise at the feeling of your lips against his. You imagine the experience of kissing you is much different than Jungkook, so you lean into a side of confidence you aren’t positive you actually have.
Your hands brace around his neck, pulling him closer as you fall onto your back. Taehyung is forced down with you, hands scrambling to brace his body so as to not crush you.
Not that you’d really mind.
He seems to have recovered from the shock of you initiating the kiss, letting your tongue pry his lips open. You find a rhythm together, hips grinding in sync with your lips. Time melts together, and you’re not sure what your hands are even doing as they dance all over Taehyung’s body.
At some point you feel the bed next to your head dip down as Jungkook takes a seat. He tangles one of those godforsaken hands in your hair, petting and pulling as he probably just sits to watch the two of you make out.
Taehyung’s hands creep under your sparkly top, pushing it up and over your breasts. You feel Jungkook scoot imperceptibly closer, hands running down your sides to tease his thumbs at your nipples.
He would be a boobs guy.
Taehyung’s giant hands squeeze at the fat on your chest, twisting your nipples. Every time, without fail, you’re arching your back off of the bed into his lean body.
It has to be at least five minutes before Taehyung pulls back, lips bruised and swollen, looking down at you with blown out pupils. He holds that eye contact with you, but he plucks his hands from your body to unbuckle his belt and toss it haphazardly to the side.
You’re sure his head is clear of thoughts when he pushes his pants and briefs down in one go, lurching forward to connect his lips with yours again.
Despite the way his lips make you feel like you’ve had one shot too many, the feeling of his hot cock pushing against your pussy is immediately sobering.
A needy whine escapes you, slipping right into Taehyung’s eager mouth.
“Can I have you, princess?” He whispers back. “Please?”
You groan out, begging, “yes, Tae, all of me, please.”
He needs no further permission.
Kim Taehyung slams his thick cock between your folds, past the sensitive muscles at your entrance, and sheaths himself entirely in you in one fell swoop. You’re screaming, groaning, and whimpering; somehow all at the same time.
Naturally, he doesn’t wait a second for you to adjust to his size. He’s pounding into you, drawing himself all the way out before slamming right back in. Your fingers claw at his back as he buries his head into your breasts.
The feeling of his cock stretching you and hitting that perfect soft spot inside of you drowns out anything else. You don’t know where you are, who’s with you, or what your name is. All you can feel is him.
That damn coil is tightening again as you approach your third orgasm. Taehyung must feel you squeezing around him because he slows his pace enough for you to hear above the rushing of blood in your ears.
You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering closed, as the pleasure turns from intense to soothing. Taehyung starts to lick at one of your nipples in earnest, using just his hips and forearms to fuck you. You can’t help but move your hips to meet his, craving that friction.
You try to look down to see where your bodies meet, but Taehyung nips at one of your nipples harshly. You scream out, head flinging backwards.
Lucky—or unlucky—for you, Jungkook’s hand is there to meet you. He pets your face sweetly through Taehyung’s thrusts. If you weren’t so cockdrunk, you’d have questioned his motives. Jungkook and sweet did not go together.
Taehyung’s cock hits the perfect spot in you once again, and you know you’re close. Your eyes roll back, and Jungkook’s hand disappears from beside your face. Instinctively, you look backwards in his direction, craving his touch despite yourself.
But your eyes don’t meet his tattooed hand, or even his beautiful face.
Behind you, just inches from your cheek, is Jungkook’s veiny cock. It’s red and swollen, and pre-cum is dripping from the top. You moan lewdly, the smack of Taehyung’s skin against yours providing a sexy backdrop for the sight gracing your eyes.
“You want it, sweetheart?” You think he asks. Lost in your pleasure, you aren’t sure if you just imagined it. But Jungkook is on a mission, so he asks again, reaching a hand to smooth your messy hair back.
“Wanna eat my cock like the slut you are?” Jungkook asks, voice deep with desire. You whine obscenely.
“Yes—please—!” You barely manage to get out between Taehyung’s sharp thrusts.
“Atta girl,” he drawls, taking your face with both of his hands as you slowly open your mouth.
Taehyung slows his thrusts just enough for Jungkook to ease his cock into your open mouth. He only gets halfway in before you’re gagging.
“Shhh, just relax, baby,” he coos.
You try your best to relax your throat muscles, tears once again pooling in your eyes as he pushes himself deeper.
“God, you’re perfect,” he groans in admiration.
Taehyung starts to thrust into you again, the force pushing you forward, and in turn, making you take Jungkook deeper. Tears are falling down your face now, painting your skin shiny under the dim bedroom lights.
“I need you to tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop, okay?” Jungkook pulls out just long enough for you to tell him you understand. But once you do, he doesn’t hold back, slamming his cock back into your mouth.
He takes a hold of your cheeks, using your jaw as leverage as he ruthlessly pounds your mouth. You try to breathe, avidly trying to avoid sobbing around his cock.
Still, you gag and warble beneath him. Not that it matters; he’s taking what he wants, no matter what the consequences are.
The pleasure of taking both of them at the same time is mind boggling. You literally cannot form a full thought as Taehyung hits your g-spot again, and again, and again.
Jungkook slows down, seemingly focusing on bottoming out. Each drive of his hips helps to open you up for him before burying himself to the hilt. He holds himself there, basking in the tightness of your throat and waiting for you to adjust.
Your vision is entirely blocked, his balls dangling obscenely in front of your nose, pubic hair brushing your forehead. He moves a hand from your face down to your neck, brushing lightly over the bulge that his thick cock has made.
Taehyung chuckles from further down your body, hooking one of your legs over his tanned shoulder. You struggle to moan around Jungkook as he starts to move back and forth, ravaging your throat one slow thrust at a time. At this point, you’re nothing but their toy; the noises you’re making are instinctual.
Their pace stays the same, pausing every so often to give you a break. Their tandem thrusting pushes you back and forth over the sheets, but you’re easing up, your throat and pelvic muscles relaxing bit by bit.
Soon, something starts to shift in the air. You can’t see them, but the two men share a look over your ruined body. Smirking at each other, they’re planning something devious.
“I think it’s time for her to have some real fun,” Taehyung whispers, breathing close to Jungkook’s mouth.
“You think she can take me in that tight little pussy?” Jungkook retorts, still petting your face sensually.
“Only one way to find out.”
At once, they pull themselves from you; Jungkook’s cock drags along the flesh of your throat and scrapes just barely against your teeth, and Taehyung simply slips from your wetness. You’re left gasping and coughing for air, the sudden emptiness jarring you.
“Hyung is so gentle with you, sweetheart,” Jungkook says, crouching down to your eye level with a crazed look in his eyes. “It makes me wonder if you can take something a little more intense.”
You audibly gulp, the action a bit painful from how deep he was just moments ago. He gives you a brief but gentle peck. You wonder if it’s an apology for what he’s about to do.
Taehyung crawls off the bed, taking a seat on the couch you had so recently defiled. Despite himself, he sits casually, spreading his legs and relaxing into the cushions. His dick is still hard and is dripping with your wetness.
You tilt your head to look at him, a bit confused. And then it hits you. Neither of them have cum yet.
This was far from over.
“Eyes on me sweetheart,” Jungkook growls, climbing on top of you.
You obey, looking nervously up at the man now above you. You reach for his face tenderly, quickly catching his lips in a more heated kiss, desperately wanting to be on the receiving end of his strong lips. For months, you’ve wondered what that silver lip ring would feel on your tongue… And now…
You let yourself explore his mouth, wondering if you could taste Taehyung on his lips. You take your time licking and sucking around the cold metal.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t protest, letting you play with the jewelry as he carefully kisses you back.
Fuck me, you’re thinking. You want to test something…
Albeit a slightly dangerous thought, considering that you knew—or didn’t know, for that matter—what he was capable of.
Your newfound confidence finds a sturdy hold inside of you, and it feels familiar as you bite down hard on his bottom lip. You pull him further on top of you, eliciting a growl from Jungkook’s lips. It turns into a yelp, however, when you bite down harder, hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood seeping onto your tongue.
Jungkook pulls back suddenly, wrapping a hand harshly around your neck and pushing you back into the comforter. He brings the fingers of his other hand to his lips, wiping his bottom one and rearing back to look at what you’ve done. You can’t help but smile, anticipating his reaction.
A dark, sadistic look crosses his face. It’s something resembling a smile, but it completely lacks warmth. Blood starts to collect at the corners of his lips, and a single bead drips onto his teeth, painting his smile red. You stifle a pathetic moan. He looks psychotic, but somehow, you’ve never been more turned on.
“You’re going to regret that sweetheart,” Jungkook drawls as if spelling it out for you, grip on your neck tightening.
You struggle to breathe as his weight presses into your throat, cutting off your air supply momentarily. When he releases, you suck in mouthfuls of air, gasping and coughing as your body lurches forward. Your pulse quickens, and you urge your brain to register some form of survival instinct.
However, the only thing you can feel is a familiar slickness returning between your legs.
Damn, maybe I am fucked up…
Consistent with what seems to be his style, Jungkook is back in action before you can form a full thought: his strong arms tug you forward, flipping you over to shove your face into the blankets.
“Don’t. Move.” You can feel Jungkook’s body pressing into yours, his breath tickling at your nape. He straddles you from behind, and you hear… Clinking?
While he was having his way with your mouth, it seems he didn’t have time to slip his jeans all the way off. So that makes that clinking his… belt?
Oh, shit.
Before you can protest the inevitable, your arms are wrenched behind your back. Jungkook wraps his long fingers all the way around each of your wrists, crosses them over each other painfully, and secures them with one tattooed hand. The other fumbles with his belt until it’s tightly secured around both of your forearms.
You’re stuck, immobilized in his hold, which you suppose is exactly where he wants you. Taking a fistful of your hair, he pulls your head back towards him, forcing you to crane your neck to look at him.
“Remember, sweetheart, you asked for this,” he says, smugly. Jungkook doesn’t bother with another warning before slamming into you from behind in one fell swoop. Staring up at him, you watch his face morph into a blissed-out grin.
Just like Taehyung, he doesn’t give you time to adjust to the size of his cock, rearing back and fucking you like a man on a mission. You’re screaming out in pleasure, body overwhelmed and overstimulated, and his hands find their way back to your head to shove your face into the blankets again. The cries tumbling from your lips are muffled as he continues to slam into you.
“Such a good little slut. So fucking loud while I take you,” he rambles. “Bet you can't even tell me your name, huh?” You let out a particularly loud moan, tilting your head to the side to look at Taehyung on the couch.
There, the older man is draped sensually over the velvet, hands stroking his cock slowly like he has all the time in the world. His eyelids are half-closed, but his dark eyes are trained directly on the connection of your and Jungkook’s bodies.
“Yeah? What’s your name slut?” Jungkook steals your attention back, continuing between thrusts.
“Mmmmph—!” You can’t respond, a drunken blab falling from your lips.
“That’s what I thought, so cock drunk you can’t even think straight.” He leans forward, pressing his weight fully on top of you. “Yeah, just like that baby."
The screams falling from your lips are so loud that you almost don’t notice Jungkook biting harshly into the fatty piece of skin between your back and shoulder. The harshness of his teeth inside your skin has a particularly gritty scream escaping you, but Jungkook methodically licks and kisses at the mark, soothing the sharp pain into a dull soreness.
“You wanna cum, baby?” He asks, definitely more aware of you clenching around his cock than you are. You barely register his words, mind growing foggy as he ruthlessly fucks you.
“P—Please, Jungkook!” You scream out, body rocking into the sheets at an even faster pace.
“Please what, slut?” The question is guaranteed at this point, and your answer is ready.
“Please, let me cum!”
“Go on then,” Jungkook’s voice drops an octave, and you can barely hear him give the green light. “Cum for me.”
“Aghh—!” You cry out, pussy spasming and legs shaking, but he maintains a relentless pace, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. Drool is collecting beneath your mouth, jaw hanging open as you ride out your high.
“That’s it baby, take it,” Jungkook’s voice is rising in volume. “Take it like the little whore you are.”
Finally, after what seems like eternity, he slows down. Your arms feel numb from the lack of circulation as he finally halts his movements, methodically unwrapping the belt from your arms which are now rubbed raw.
You think you hear your name being called through the haze. But nothing’s really making sense. Someone’s hands are pulling you up to a sitting position and rubbing along your arms.
Your vision clears up slowly to a lightly smiling Taehyung.
“You’re okay, sweetheart,” you hear Jungkook call from out of your eyesight. He must be the one rubbing your arms.
Taehyung brushes a tangled piece of hair away from your face gently.
“Think you can take one more for me, princess?” He asks, smile morphing into a sadistic smirk.
Uh, no, there is literally no way. You think you’ll actually die if you cum again. No way.
“She can handle it,” Jungkook cuts in, but Taehyung’s eyes flit over to him in… warning? Surely, you imagined it.
Either way, you actually don’t think you can. Tears prick at your eyes. You’re overwhelmed, tired and are starting to realize the weight of what has just happened between you and two of the world’s most famous idols.
If knowledge of this situation spreads, you could be risking your entire career. Your safety. Your wellbeing.
But, nevertheless, you’re too hazy to really be anxious. Your body is limp like a rag doll, and, honestly, you’re willing to let these two do whatever they want with you. Whether or not you make it out alive.
“Please, baby, be our good girl one more time?” Taehyung is practically begging you, eyes wide and searching your own.
“You can do it,” Jungkook hums, words morphing together into more of a grumble. You can’t see him, but his fingers trail over your shoulders and down your bare back.
All you can do is stare at Taehyung. At his wide eyes begging you. At the way the muscles of his stomach clench together, his cock still uncomfortably hard against his lower belly.
You turn your head to look at Jungkook, whose eyes are trained on your back. He’s biting on his lip ring, teeth flipping it in and out of his mouth. His fingers are warm on your skin. Your eyes trail even lower yet, to his cock, which rivals Taehyung’s as it twitches.
Throat dry, you swallow.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
You can only hum before Taehyung is laying back against the pillow by the bed’s headboard, pulling you to straddle his thighs, and forcing your head down to his to kiss you. It’s a hesitant kiss, but quickly revs up when you start to grind your aching pussy against his member.
The feeling is uncomfortable, the shocks stinging your entire body, but you can’t stop. Taehyung is like a drug, and you’re addicted.
You’re so wet that you hardly feel his cock slide into you, but your head spins at the feeling of being full. Especially from him.
The energy to move on his dick has long since gone. You opt to just sit and feel him.
“Aw, our princess is tired,” Taehyung coos, mockingly. “Kook, help her out, yeah?”
You feel more than hear Jungkook take up a position behind you. His hands grip your waist, squeezing your flesh harshly before rubbing circles into your skin. His breath tickles the hair on the back of your neck.
“Good fucking girl,” Jungkook worships.
And then he’s moving you, rocking you on Taehyung’s cock. You can feel the flesh of your ass and tits bouncing up and down as Jungkook moves you. Unadulterated, you’re groaning, sounds overlapping with the sounds of skin on skin and the moans coming from Taehyung.
“You’re perfect, princess,” the man below you says. “Letting us use you like a little ragdoll.” You moan obscenely, prompting Jungkook to exhale harshly into your shoulder. His breath ghosts over the open wound from earlier.
Jungkook trails one hand to your front, covering your stomach completely.
“I can feel you, hyung,” he growls. “Do you like it when he hits this part inside you?”
You look down to his hand as it moves to the side. Sure enough, an imprint of Taehyung’s dick protrudes from your stomach. You lean back into Jungkook, moaning loudly as he continues to move you.
“You like that, baby?” Taehyung moans, hoarsely. “You like seeing my big cock inside your tight little pussy?” You moan and hope it’s a good enough answer.
It’s your lucky day because Taehyung is so focused on lasting inside of you that he doesn’t comment on your lack of response. Especially as Jungkook increases your pace on his hyung’s dick.
You’re whimpering again as he pushes you forward onto Taehyung. Your breasts press into his chest, and you practically scream at the stimulation of your nipples dragging across his sticky skin with every movement.
“That’s my pretty girl,” Jungkook says so lowly that you barely hear him over your screams. “Spread that ass for me, yeah?”
Evidently, Jungkook is less concerned with your answering him because he’s spreading your ass cheeks, kneading each in his giant hands. Taehyung begins to fuck up into you, wrapping his sweaty arms around your back to hold you to him.
It’s probably dirty and something you should be ashamed of, but you love the way they’re using you. You’re exhausted, but feeling better than you have in a long, long time.
Without warning you feel something warm and wet trickle from Jungkook’s mouth onto the opening on your ass cheeks. You freeze on top of Taehyung, eyes going wide.
“Shhh, I just need to get you ready for me,” Jungkook mumbles from behind you, nipping at your ear lightly. You feel the pad of his thumb making contact with your open, tight hole. You clench out of instinct, eliciting a groan from Taehyung.
“Slowly, hyung. Relax her a little for me.” He grunts, and Taehyung slows his thrusts to a more manageable pace as Jungkook works his thumb further into your rectum. You wince at the foreign feeling, whimpering as he finally fits the whole digit in.
“That’s my girl,” Jungkook coos as your muscles slowly start to relax. You feel a light pop as he pulls his thumb out briefly. Taehyung still guides your hips up and down a few times before you feel Jungkook press his finger back inside you.
You’ve never felt something like this. The sensation is unreal. You begin to moan again as you feel Jungkook’s thumb brushing the sensitive wall dividing his hand and Taehyung’s dick.
Suddenly, the realization that these men have you entirely full between them helps the lingering discomfort subside. A second wind—or fourth, maybe—overtakes you, and you tentatively begin moving up and down on Taehyung’s cock as Jungkook continues to finger your back entrance.
“Oh, my God,” you whimper. Taehyung reaches a hand from around your waist to lightly caress your cheek.
“You're doing so good for us baby,” he purrs, a fucked out grin adorning his features.
You’re surprised you don’t flinch when Jungkook presses his other thumb to your hole, joining the first one as he slowly works your asshole open. Each stretch is only unbearable for a moment, quickly replaced with pleasure. Once he feels like you’re ready for him, you feel his pulsing member nudge your now more accommodating hole.
The first few inches go in. You wince, face twisting up in pain.
“This is only gonna work if you relax, baby,” Jungkook tuts from behind you. He wraps a hand around your waist tenderly, caressing.
“Here, take a breath with me,” he guides you. “In… and out…”
You try your best to listen, taking a deep breath in and slowly exhaling as he pushes further in. He’s almost to the hilt, breathing still in sync with yours. Your mind is absolutely blank.
You didn’t realize Taehyung had halted his movements until he starts to thrust back up into you. Jungkook only stays stationary for a moment, letting more spit fall from his mouth as added lubrication before slowly pulling out, leaving only an inch inside of you.
The emptiness has you frowning, and Taehyung chuckles from beneath you.
“Someone likes being full,” he comments. You glare at him momentarily until Jungkook pushes back in from behind, making you gasp, expression morphing into one of simultaneous pain and pleasure.
Then, swiftly, they both pull out and slam back into you. You let out the loudest scream of the night.
“Yeah, that’s it, let us hear you, baby,” Jungkook chides. You scream again as they pound into you, thrusts in tandem as your body jerks in between theirs.
“I—I’m so full,” you manage to mumble out, embarrassed by the way you’re practically begging for them.
“Damn right you are,” Taehyung grumbles, starting to speed up his pace. Between them, your mouth hangs open. It’s mind-bending: the way Jungkook pulls out as Taehyung thrusts in. It’s safe to say you’re fully adjusted now, gaining confidence in your movement and body.
“Faster, please,” you beg between filthy whines.
“Princess, are you sure?” Taehyung asks sincerely, sweat pouring from his temple.
“Y—Yes,” you try. “I need… I need more."
Evidently, you don’t have to tell them twice because both of their paces quicken—still in sync—until you’re nothing more than a ragdoll being fucked into oblivion. Both of their breaths quickens, and nothing can be heard other than heaving sighs and skin slapping together. It echoes around the luxurious room, your screams and moans getting higher and quicker as another orgasm approaches.
“Nope, hold it.” You vaguely hear from behind you. It’s Jungkook, you think, but you can’t be sure. You’re beginning to reach a state that you’re not sure you’ll survive.
“No, wait, I—I can’t!”
“We’ll see about that,” Jungkook replies, wrapping a large bicep around your neck. He pulls you back, letting your breasts stick out towards Taehyung as he secures you in a chokehold.
Your breath gets caught in your throat when Jungkook squeezes, cutting your screams off. Somehow, your orgasm feels closer yet further away at the same time.
“Almost there, just hold on, princess,” Taehyung lets his hands fall onto your waist, helping Jungkook to prop you up. The lack of air is skyrocketing your other senses: Taehyung’s calloused hands along your ribs, Jungkook’s muscle into your bicep, and, most importantly, the pressure of your impending orgasm.
At this moment, you’re nothing more than a hole for them to fill. Your head spins from lack of air. The pressure inside of you is neverending; you never want it to end. It feels like eternity before Jungkook mutters out a command to let that coil inside of you loose.
“Let go, baby,” he whispers, finally—blissfully—releasing your neck. “Let go for us.”
As air rushes back into you, your orgasm crashes into you with full force, and you’re spasming between them as you scream out. Taehyung follows soon after, spilling into you with deep and powerful thrusts. Jungkook is not far behind him.
“Hyung, I—I’m close,” he moans, speeding up his pace into your asshole. You’re not entirely sure what’s happening, so beyond fucked out, but Taehyung pulls you down onto him. Your eyes flutter shut just as Jungkook pulls out, spilling his seed over your back, painting a sick and twisted picture of pure ecstasy all over your body.
Everything is numb. You’re not sure your limbs are even connected to your body anymore. The pleasure that had been burning white hot behind your eyelids has since faded to a black.
Was the room always this dark?
You can hear faint echoes of voices. Panicked voices.
“Fuck!” One exclaims. There’s a rustling of fabric. Sheets? Clothes? You aren’t sure.
“Hyung, she’s out,” another says. It could be the same voice for all you know.
You feel pressure on your cheek, your head spinning as you’re being moved. Or, so you assume.
Evidently, the numbness is fading. You’re beginning to feel a tingling in your extremities and the softness of the blankets beneath you. You remember where you are. How you got here.
You’re remembering how you whimpered as Taehyung rammed his thick cock into you. The taste of Jungkook’s blood on your tongue, and the rush it brought with it.
A rush of shame and fear flushes through you, effectively shocking your system. The throbbing of lingering pain between your thighs comes back in full force, and you’re squeezing your eyes shut through a whine.
“Hey, hey,” it’s Jungkook cooing in your ear, “sweetheart, hey. You’re okay, you’re good.” His tone is sickly sweet, and if you weren’t so fucked out, you’d surely be raising a red flag.
Your cheeks are wet with tears, but you can’t remember when they got there. Or, rather, when they started. Indeed, they’re still pouring down your face.
Wrapping your trembling arms around your knees, you choke out a sob, eyes still closed. Maybe if you force your body into a small enough space, you can forget this ever happened. The thought has your chest tightening even more, though; your shoulders are heaving as you cry.
“No, don’t cry, baby,” Taehyung whispers. His voice is tight, almost as if he’s trying not to cry himself.
But what happens next? You wonder silently. Will they go back to ignoring your existence unless it benefits them? Will Jungkook continue his habit of glaring at you in passing? Will Taehyung just go and find some sexy little idol to flaunt on his arm?
You hear your name in the flurry of emotions. It’s being repeated, each time louder and more urgent.
“Princess, please,” Taehyung’s hands are wiping the liquid from your cheeks. “Open your eyes. Just look at me, please.”
Even in your current state, who are you to deny him? You squint your eyes, letting the dim light of the room penetrate your corneas. Taehyung sits beside you, one arm braced on the bed just beside your head. His other hand is stroking your damp hair away from your face.
“That’s it, baby,” he smiles, warm and watery. It’s a grin you’ve only ever seen as V of BTS, which tells you it’s more than likely hiding something. You aren’t sure if that something is, in fact, genuine concern or something more… nefarious. Something you’ve grown to recognize in the last few hours.
He must spot the hesitance in your eyes, because before you can mobilize your strength to get the fuck up and out of the room, Taehyung is gathering you into his arms. He presses your face into his bare chest, strong arms encircling your body.
You feel… comfortable. Safe. Protected, even.
You’re conflicted.
“You’re safe. I promise,” he says, still ever so quiet. When you don’t say anything, you hear Jungkook’s voice calling your name. He’s sitting behind you, out of your line of vision.
You shiver. The image of his psychotic, blood-soaked grin has burned itself into the backs of your eyelids. You suck in a breath, tensing up yet again.
“Baby, what’s wrong? What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” Taehyung asks, tone sweet and soft. “Let us help you, please.”
You gulp, suppressing another sob. You feel utterly pathetic. Curled up like a fucking baby, sobbing into the chest of a man you barely know. You’re embarrassed, you feel dirty, and a lingering sense of terror has taken up residence in your belly. But most of all, you’re exhausted.
“I—I don’t know,” you sob, voice muffled by Taehyung’s warm body. He’s rubbing soft circles into your back, humming as he presses a kiss to your hair before smoothing it back down.
“That’s okay, princess,” Taehyung whispers into your hair, “you don’t have to know right now.” He keeps a constant, comforting pressure on your back.
“Kook, go run her a bath,” he whispers to Jungkook after a moment, “please?” The bed shifts as Jungkook presumably gets up and pads over to the bathroom. His absence elicits another round of heaving sobs, anxiety shooting up your wrecked throat.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Taehyung says, rocking you, “he’ll just be gone for a bit.”
God, you feel insane. You’re simultaneously terrified of and obsessed with Jungkook, but you let yourself be rocked into a faux sense of calmness by Taehyung. The silence of the room presses you further into him, and you let yourself wrap your weak arms around his body.
“That’s it,” he coos, squeezing you even closer. He traces figure eights into your shoulder, just over the mess of a mark Jungkook left there.
Eventually, you find yourself laying in a warm bath. You’re completely out of it, the hot water encasing your naked body in a comforting embrace. Jungkook and Taehyung take turns running a soft washcloth over your curled up form, whispering sweet nothings to you as you fight the urge to fall asleep.
A gentle, yet firm hand tilts your head back as Jungkook pours water from a cup over your messy hair. You smell a hint of lavender as he pumps shampoo into his hands, working the foam through your strands with tenderness. Conditioner follows, and Taehyung even finds a comb to work through all the tangles.
You’re in a state of pure bliss, and it’s so much different to the version you were experiencing earlier. You feel a calmness that could only be described as a sense of belonging as they continue to gently massage your sore muscles with flowery scented soaps.
But, the moment shatters instantly as you feel Jungkook spread your legs and start to clean up your sensitive area. You freeze, making eye contact with him as he searches your face with shocked concern.
And then you’re breaking down, sobs making their way up your sore throat as you start to panic. Taehyung rushes over from his position as the base of the large tub.
“Hey, hey, hey, no, what’s wrong, baby?” He panics, hands cupping both sides of your face. His expression is unreadable as his eyes dart between yours and Jungkook’s, which are currently laced with something fragile.
“Is he scaring you? Is that it, princess?” Taehyung asks again, gently urging you to speak. You can only nod with a trembling chin, still unable to tear your eyes away from Jungkook’s.
Jungkook is taken aback for a moment, his expression turning from a deer in headlights to somber, his pupils swimming with guilt. He’s moving to your side in an instant, gently grabbing one of your hands and holding it firmly in his own.
“Baby, I would never let anything happen to you. I need you to know that.” Jungkook says earnestly. “I know this is scary, but we need to get you cleaned up.” You search his face for the monster you had succumbed to earlier, but find nothing but tenderness and genuine sympathy gracing his strong features.
You nod slowly, tears beginning to ebb as he lightly places your hand in Taehyung’s.
“Here, hold him while I do this. It’ll make it easier.” His doe eyes are big and lined with tears, awaiting your consent.
You nod once again, gripping Taehyung’s hand with all the strength you can muster as Jungkook moves down your legs. He finally meets your vulva with the cloth, washing as gently as humanly possible as you squeeze Taehyung and try to calm down.
Jungkook calls your name when he’s done. You meet his eyes again.
The big, scary man from earlier really is gone now. You swallow your tears, offering a watery smile, and Jungkook places a sweet kiss to your temple. You let yourself relax into the men surrounding you. Taehyung squeezes your hand every now and then, and Jungkook lets you lean your back into his chest, soaking in the moment.
“Okay, princess, let’s get you up and dry,” Taehyung cuts in softly. You must have lost track of time in the bath. The water is cold.
Your boys help you stand on shaky legs, drying your hair and wrapping you in a fluffy robe. You feel the color returning to your cheeks, and your thoughts begin to form sentences.
It seems that Jungkook is harboring some kind of guilt, because he won’t let you walk. Once you’re dry and tucked into the robe, he’s lifting you gently and depositing you onto a set of fresh sheets. You suppose that someone had switched them out at some point.
You can’t believe you were so gone…
On the plush bed, Taehyung and Jungkook arrange themselves around you after pulling on some boxers. You don’t fail to notice how Taehyung boasts the Calvin Klein brand, or how Jungkook’s are a plain black.
It’s a pile of limbs and softness. Your back is tucked into Jungkook’s chest, and he’s got an arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you firmly to him. His legs curl just behind yours, careful to avoid the sensitive area between your legs.
Taehyung is facing you, head pressed into your chest. His hands trail down your bare legs which poke out from between the folds of your robe. He rubs your skin—gently at first—before finding the sore spots and massaging them with strong hands. It’s bliss.
“I need a fucking blunt.” Taehyung’s voice cuts through the air after a moment, rumbling into your chest. His hands have paused on your legs, opting instead to let his body feel yours.
“I got it, hyung,” Jungkook replies, grunting just slightly as he lets Taehyung wrap long limbs around you. “Gimme a second.” You press your lips together in a muffled chuckle.
Jungkook shuffles from the bed and out of the room, leaving Taehyung to hug you to him like a prized stuffed animal. His legs find their way around yours, and he grunts into your chest once he’s comfortable. You can’t help but sigh around him.
Jungkook’s return shocks the calm room. Energy now flows, joining the lingering smell of sex, skin, and lavender. Clearly having bounded up the stairs, Jungkook’s breath comes in huffs as he wiggles a pre-roll in the air, clutching three obnoxiously giant bottles of water in his other arm.
“I’ve located the goods,” he boasts, and Taehyung’s head is springing up from your chest.
“Bruh, Jungkook, that’s a joint,” Taehyung deadpans. Jungkook rolls his eyes and strolls over to the balcony, holding the glass door open while wiggling his eyebrows.
Taehyung wastes no time dragging you from the bed and out to the balcony to join Jungkook.
The night air is warm but not sweltering as Jungkook leans over you to cup his hands around Taehyung’s mouth, lighting the joint between his hyung’s lips. You’re laid out between Taehyung’s legs as he takes a drag, blowing the smoke up above your heads.
“Two hits and you pass it, hyung.” Jungkook raises an eyebrow from his newfound residence in your lap. “I’m not playing these games.” Taehyung just opts for a grunt. He does pass the joint after two puffs, though.
You let your eyes trail over the backyard of the Wang house. There are a few stragglers. Some are passed out on the lawn. Others are up and walking. In fact, you think you spot… oh yeah, that’s definitely who you think it is…
“You’re a cunt! You’re a cunt! You’re a cunt!” Tana’s vocal fry is loud as she screams at none other than Minwoo. They’re only a few yards from you, Jungkook, and Taehyung, but you can hear their conversation like it’s right next to you.
“Hey, princess, isn’t that your friend?” Taehyung comments as the interaction below you continues. “Uh… Mingoo, was it?”
You roll your eyes. “Minwoo. And, yeah, it is.”
Jungkook snorts.
“Can I help you?” You raise an eyebrow at the man sprawled out in your lap. Jungkook has the sense to avoid eye contact with you. He lifts his hands in surrender.
“Look, baby, he clearly has no idea how to treat a woman,” Jungkook snorts. Taehyung laughs, puffing out smoke before passing the joint back over to Jungkook. You pout.
“Right,” you retort, “as if you do, Mr. Trap-Me-In-The-Bathroom. Plus we came as friends.” You cross your arms.
Jungkook closes his eyes, biting on his lip ring.
“Listen,” says Taehyung. “We've been planning this for a while.” You stare at him, a bit confused.
“It all started when you caught us in the dressing room,” he continues. “It was a joke at first—genuinely—but then we started having more serious conversations about inviting someone else into… Well, whatever it is we are.” You look back out at the dying party, taking in his words.
“We knew from the moment we saw you that you were the one,” Jungkook adds. “The way your cute little eyes widened when we all realized that you’re a little voyeur, aren’t you?” Your cheeks blush, only mildly annoyed.
“What? Am I wrong?” He raises an eyebrow, turning in your lap.
“Well… I guess not.”
“Exactly,” he finishes, making his point clear.
“We wouldn't have even approached you tonight if we didn’t know what we were doing,” Taehyung adds. “You had plenty of chances to run away, don’t act like you didn’t.” You promptly shut your mouth, knowing how much truth his words hold.
Your heart softens a bit. You enjoyed your night with them—there’s no denying it—but it’s nice to hear them acknowledge the… insanity of it all.
You settle on a hum in response, emotion tickling your throat. You don’t trust your words, and you’re decidedly done crying for the night.
“So, did I or did I not hear that you’re single?” Jungkook’s voice echoes into the silence, deeper after a few hits from the pre-roll.
You roll your eyes as you laugh. “If I said no, would it even make a difference?”
“Nope.”
“Sorry, princess, you’re stuck with us.”
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Hope you guys enjoyed yourselves. We definitely did!!!!!! Feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments xx
I feel like y'all should have a photo to picture me and @st4rtells cuz like lowkenuinely this is exactly how we looked cooking up this bullshit...
pairing. idol!jungkook x fem staff!reader (ft. kth)
synopsis. when the company offers you a team transfer to work with the biggest band in the world after recognizing the impact and success you’ve brought to your role, you accept. what no one knows is that you’ve been a quiet fan of bts since your teenage years.. and that your heart has always lingered on their boldest member.
♡ aus. idol x staff au, bts au, celebrity au, smau
genre. slow burn, love triangle, coworkers to lovers, forbidden love, smut, fluff (mdni!)
masterpost | next ➙
⋆ ˙ ⟡ note. the beginning of a new era?? i actually have a lot planned for this one (; stay tuned!! <3
Ghostface taekook eiffel towering the reader during a halloween party😋 pls and thank you I love your work🙏🏽
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A/N: Thanks for entering my mind and sending me this request. Love the masked men concept. And it goes so well for October! Please, don't be a stranger in my inbox - I really hope you enjoy!
Happy Halloween Pretties! 😛💖
Warnings: mdni 18+, threesome, creampies, eiffel tower, cunnilingus, size kink (they big boys), dirty talk, breeding kink, praise, deep-throat, spit-roast hehe, a little hint of degradation, teasing, little taunts, one-night stand???, you don't know who they are???? stranger danger, you're a lil freak and they love it
WC: 3,339
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Halloween, the one night in the year when you could be anything or anyone. And you found yourself abandoned by your so-called friends at some frat Halloween party. Great.
You felt out of place; there are people everywhere dressed in all types of costumes, dancing and grinding, while you stood awkwardly along the wall, feeling like a fish out of water. This wasn't your scene; you could normally be found at home in your dorm studying or reading smut on your phone. But just a few pleas from your friends to come out and let loose, and here you are, fidgeting in your costume.
You were dressed as a slutty clown, I know, original. You didn't have many options for a last-minute party. Your fingers tugged on the ruffled collar around your throat, sighing as you decided, even if your friends left you to be with their boyfriends the minute you all stepped inside the fraternity, you could still have fun.
Fuck it, you deserved to let loose. So, you pushed off the wall, weaving your way through the crowd to the kitchen, looking for something to drink. Your eyes scanned the mini bar the fraternity had set up on the counter - beer, beer, hard liquor, and Halloween punch.
Halloween punch it is.
And oof, did the Halloween punch really pack a punch.
You felt your body slowly start to relax, the strong alcohol taking effect, enticing you to go back to the living room where everyone was still dancing. A fog machine creeps a thick film of smoke along the floor as strobe lights flash to the heavy beat of the music blasting from the speakers.
Liquid courage has you moving to the center of the dance floor, your eyes closing as you let yourself fall into the music, your hips swaying to the beat, surrounded by couples who bump and grind around you.
One song leads to another, and then to a third, before you're feeling hands on your waist, guiding you to the rhythm. You continue to keep your eyes closed, letting the mysterious hands hold your waist, feeling the warmth of their body press against yours as you two dance closely. A warmth spreads throughout your body, and you let yourself enjoy this moment.
That is, until you feel a second pair of hands on your hips.
Your eyes immediately blink open, looking at the stranger before you, only to be met with a Ghostface mask. Your first thought: He was tall. Your head tilted back to look at his masked face. He was dressed in the dark robes, looking strong and intimidating. Everything you usually found attractive in your silly little books you’ve read. You’ve always thought masked men were hot..
And so, the moment you see the Ghostface mask hiding his identity, you're embarrassed to say you’re a hot, quivering mess. You really do blame the smutty books you read, feeling your breath become labored, thighs clenching together as a small warmth pools in your lower stomach.
“Don’t stop dancing,” the muffled voice from behind you makes you remember you were also dancing with a second stranger, and you looked over your shoulder to see him. “We’re just starting to have fun.”
Your heart skipped a beat, feeling a wave of arousal drench your panties. He was also wearing a Ghostface mask. Oh fuck. Both men had you trapped in between them, they were so tall and big. Your mind whirled, feeling the first Ghostface squeeze your hips. “Don’t you wanna have fun with us, Pretty?”
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Having fun with two masked men results in you grinding between both of them, songs bleeding together just like their hands. A pair of hands rubbed down your thighs as another moved up. Hands grabbing your arms and putting them on the shoulders of the Ghostface who was in front of you, as your ass pressed back into the Ghostface behind you.
You three were a tangle of bodies, entwined, dancing to the beat. Your face was flushed; you could feel through their dark robes that they were fit. Strong muscles brushed against you as they kept you caged between them. It felt like a fever dream; you didn't want to wake up.
And it was no surprise when one of your Ghostface men tugged at you to follow him moments later. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, seeing a flash of colorful ink that led underneath his dark clothes. You blindly followed him through the crowd, only glancing back to see your second Ghostface stalking after you both.
Your heart leaped when you were led upstairs. The second floor was less crowded, but the music was just as loud. You had barely any time to see where you were going before you were walking to the end of the hall, right into an empty bedroom.
You were alone now with the two of them. The second Ghostface closing the door behind him with a resonating 'click'. It dawned on you then, you didn't even know them. This is literally how the victims die in the slasher movies. You shouldn't be pressing your thighs together for relief; you shouldn't feel your nipples pucker, straining against the corset hugging your body.
The tension in the air rises, and you can't help but ask, "Do I know you?" Your college is fairly big, but you might know one of them. You might have a class together - your eyes flicker between the two tall men. The one who led you here huffs a laugh, stepping forward. "Where's the fun in that?" His voice has a little rasp to it, and you feel yourself throb between your legs.
"I-I don't recognize your voice." You stumble over the words, your face flushing as he closes the distance between the two of you.
"You hoping it's someone specific?" Your eyes widen when the second Ghostface ends the question with your name. They know you. And yet you don't know them, not when they still keep their face covered by their masks.
They have you caged again, one of them tilting your chin up to look at them. They had to be over 6 feet tall. A soft gasp fell from your lips when you felt one of them brush their gloved hands higher up your thigh, "I-I think this is a little unfair, don't you?" Your hand pressed against one of their chests, feeling hard muscles underneath, making your head spin again. "You know me, but I don't get to know you?"
“Baby,” their laughter is dark and you can’t tell who is talking when their hands caress your body leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. “You can get to know us intimately, if you’d like.”
The adrenaline rushes through your veins.
What are you doing? What are you even thinking?
This wasn't like you.
But that's the thing.. tonight was the one night you could be whoever you want to be. And tonight, you choose to be reckless.
Your knees sink into the carpet underneath you, your eyes staying on the Ghostface in front of you. You don’t know it’s Taehyung you’re getting on your knees for but it still makes him bite his bottom lip under the mask. You bat your eyelashes up at him, feeling Jungkook kneel behind you.
Jungkook leans over you, bringing his mask-covered-face near your ear, the both of you looking up at Taehyung as Jungkook grabs your waist with his gloved hands. “Don’t be shy, tell him what you want, Pretty.”
The scene before Taehyung makes him groan softly, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Jungkook slides his hands down your stomach, slowly going lower and making you gasp. “Wanna - oh! - wanna suck your cock, please!” Jungkook’s hand disappears under your tutu and tights, cupping your soaking pussy over your drenched panties. It makes you keen, body falling forward to hold onto Taehyung’s strong thighs.
Both men groan. Taehyung because you beg so sweetly and Jungkook because he feels just how turned on your are by them. Your thighs spread wider for him, giving his hand room between your thighs as your back arches obscenely.
Taehyung moves first, discarding his dark robes with ease. He leaves his mask on, leaving him in dark jeans and heavy combat boots. Your head spins, taking in all his sun-kissed skin as he pushes his jeans low enough to free his aching cock. And oh, he’s big. Big, long, curving to the right and you can only imagine his friend was most likely similar. You’ve never had someone that big before and you could feel your mouth water.
Jungkook slipped his hand from between your thighs, sitting back on his knees, watching as you take Taehyung's cock in your hands. He can see Taehyung suck in a breath, both of them watching you lean forward and take his tender mushroom tip into your wet mouth. You swirled your tongue against his fat tip, tasting the sweetened pre-cum that was coated there. Moaning at his taste and eagerly bobbing your head farther down.
Taehyung’s head tilted back, sighing heavily as his hand found the back of your head. “F-fuck, that’s it. Take it all the way down.” Your moans were muffled by his cock, mixing with the lewd sucking you did. “How’s it taste, pretty?” His dicks prods way back against your throat, and your eyes water - your gag reflex getting triggered and making your throat constrict around his shaft. “Aw, is it too much for ya? Fuck, but you feel so good choking my cock though.”
The feeling of Taehyung’s cock, filling your mouth up, all hot and hard, distracts you from Jungkook. He’s still quietly watching, getting a great view of your ass arched up for him as you deep-throat his best friend. It’s debauched how wet you are. Your panties are ruined. They stick to your skin as your arousal seeps onto your tights, creating a wet spot right between your thighs. Jungkook licks his lips and decides he needs a taste.
His large hands grab a handful of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh before a loud smack resonates in the air. Your body jolts forward, another sound of you gagging echoes, and Jungkook gets to see the way your ass jiggles from the force. “Pretty pussy’s crying for us,” he hums, taunting you while Taehyung guides your head up and down his length languidly. “Bet you taste so sweet- mmm I think I need to find out, don’t you?” You don’t get a chance to respond, you feel his fingers curl into your tights. A loud rippppp ringing through the room as he tears a hole into your tights, right between your plush thighs.
The heat of Jungkook’s body disappears from behind you, only for a moment, before he returns. Jungkook slides his mask up, just enough to uncover his face from the nose down. His gloves are thrown behind him before he lies under you, head between your beautiful thighs, his fingers hook into your panties to pull them to the side. He pants against your wet folds, earning another wave of arousal to leak from your drooling cunt. “Sit on my face, Pretty. Lemme have a taste.”
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The room fills with nasty squelches. You have the lewdest expression plastered on your face, with the way your eyes rolled back, drool escaping past your lips. Taehyung holds you down on his cock while Jungkook stuffs your pussy knuckle-deep with two of his long fingers. Your moans are muffled, and by this point, you could barely breathe, sucking deep breaths through your nose. It feels crazy how you don’t want them to stop.
Jungkook’s lips wrap around your sensitive clit, sucking hard while his fingers curl deeper. The pads of his fingertips are hitting your sweet spot purposely; you gasp, falling forward more. Your throat constricts around Taehyung's dick, making you gag again and cutting your airflow. Taehyung pulls your mouth off of him with a wet, ‘fwup.’ Watching, in awe, as the strings of spit cling to his cock from your lips. Your lips are puffy, coated in spit and his cum, and trembling for more. You’re so dumb on his cock and Jungkook’s mouth, it’s maddening. He purses his lips together, “fuck, you should see her face. I think she’s made for us.”
Jungkook takes a moment to respond, too busy making you tremble over his tongue. His tongue flicks your clit, upping the tempo, while he stretches you open with another finger. Stuffing you full with three of his fingers, your jaw drops, your vision whitens as you scream in pleasure. Your hips buck wildly, your orgasm consuming you while you hold onto Taehyung’s thick thighs for mercy. Jungkook never stops licking you through it. His tongue lapping everything you give, the lower half of his face drenched with your sweet honey.
When your tremors reduce to just little twitches, you realize Jungkook has moved again. He's back to leaning against you from behind as Taehyung’s hand cups your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek affectionately. “Don’t tell me you’re tapping out,” Taehyung taunts, and swipes his swollen tip against your tongue—giving it a few smacks just to drag out a whimper from you. “We’re just getting started.” Taehyung tilts his head at you, the Ghostface almost looks mockingly, before his fingers squish your cheeks together, forcing your mouth part. “Say ah,” and then his thick cock is sinking into your mouth again, sliding all the way down to the back of your throat. “That’s it. Hold it, relax that throat for me ‘n keep me nice n’ warm.”
It’s filthy how his words cause you to mewl, his thick cock making you an entire mess. Your fingernails claw down his thighs as he pushes your head down. Big, fat tears fill your eyes, making your vision bleary again until they slide down your full cheeks. With his thick shaft reaching down your throat, you feel the sudden throb of another cock, sliding through your wet folds.
“I think your pretty pussy was missing me - hah -she’s weeping all over me.” That’s the only warning Jungkook gives you, before he’s dipping his cock down to kiss your puffy clit. He smirks at Taehyung when you jolt, and then he’s notching his thick tip on your quivering entrance. He sinks the head of his cock into your greedy cunt, slowly. And if you thought you felt full with Taehyung in your mouth, nothing prepares you for Jungkook.
Jungkook’s cock is faaatt, splitting you open so deliciously your pussy slurps him up noisily, trying pathetically to suck him in deeper. You feel every inch of him drag along your gummy walls, filling you until his pelvis smacks into your ass. And all you can think is you’re so fucked. Your walls throbbing around his girth, stretching you like never before, your mind barely registers that they both have stopped moving to let you adjust. It was torturous; they felt so good that they felt delirious.
Your mind short-circuited, turning into mush as you felt yourself begin to squirm. You tried to roll your hips back into Jungkook before sinking your mouth lower onto Taehyung's heavy cock. “So greedy, our Pretty’s cock-drunk trying to take us deeper.” Taehyung’s fingers threaded in your hair with a surprised huff, and your teary eyes looked up at the Ghostface mask, silently begging for more.
And who were they to deny you? Both of them are addicted to how good you feel wrapped around them. They moved in sync; when one thrusted forward, the other pulled back. Taking turns to stuff you over and over again. Forcing you to take it, causing you to drool on them from both ends. You looked pornographic, slurping Taehyung up before Jungkook sloshed deeper inside you with each stroke.
It didn’t take long for them to build you up, Jungkook smacked your ass, leaning over your back to then grope your breasts. His fingers pinching and pulling, playing you like his favorite instrument while Taehyung pulled your hair. Both of them are groaning, moaning, and making your tummy flip. Your orgasm flashed through you like lightning. It came so suddenly, a long moan fell from your lips as you sucked the tip of Taehyung cock dumbly. Your cunt clamped tight around Jungkook’s length. Your thighs shook, your toes curled, and your sweet juices splashed onto your thighs and his balls, hard.
Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist, his skilled fingers rubbing your hypersensitive clit, helping you ride it out as you shivered on their cocks. When you moaned, sucking Taehyung a little deeper again, the boys knew it was okay to move. Your body, mere putty in their hands, took each of their thrusts happily. Your content, ‘mmm’s,' egging them on as you rocked to meet each roll of their hips. Your brain was fried, your eyes were practically heart-shaped, and you wanted them to cum. Needed them to cum.
“Oh fuck, sucking me so deep, baby.” Taehyung’s thrusts grew sloppier first. Your tongue swirled so wickedly that his eyes rolled back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck - hah - want me to cum that badly?”
Jungkook was no better, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his fingers digging into your hips roughly. “I- oh! - yeah, that’s right, she’s begging for it. Her pretty pussy squeezed me so tightly when you asked - oh my god - I think she wants us to fill her up.” Jungkook's thrusts became erractic, the tender mushroom tip of his cock smashing into your cervix more fiercely. "Don't you?"
You were so far gone, you would agree to anything. Your head is nodding as much as it could with Taehyung fucking your throat. Little "mmph's!" happily ringing out in between your gasps for air. The boys had reached their limit, your mouth and pussy sucking them deeper, commanding their release.
And at the same time, they cursed, their hips pushing forward - stuffing you full, they grabbed each other's hands for support. Their cocks swelling, twitching before spilling their seed deep inside. Both of the low groans, melding together as they shivered above you.
When their cocks softened, Taehyung moved first. His fingers carding through your hair gently, as he slipped from your addicting mouth. "Did so good for me," he praised you, watching as you lolled your tongue out for him - showing you swallowed every last drop. "S'good f'me."
Jungkook took a little longer to move away from you. His cum, warm and sticky, coated your walls white - filling you to the brim before seeping out of your overstuffed pussy. His hands rubbed your ass soothingly, and when you remembered he had to have taken his mask off to eat you out, you looked back to see who he was.
But they were one step ahead of you. Jungkook's Ghostface mask was already back on. And he huffed a laugh at your whine, smacking your ass playfully as he slipped out of you. A mixture of your cum and his, gushing after him and dripping down your thighs. Jungkook tutted and moved your panties back in place to keep the mess in.
Before you could say anything, the sound of sirens brought everything back to reality. The party downstairs, the music screeching to a stop, and you can barely hear the cops' muffled yells, “Alright! Party’s over!” Your heart drops, oh no.
You could hear people scream, hear the sounds of people running to not get caught. You needed to leave, and right as you thought it, your two Ghostface men reached a hand out for you. They’re offering a way out with them.
You had chosen to be reckless, to let loose, to have fun just for tonight.
Your lips curved into a sly grin and you slipped your hands into theirs, easily, letting them lift you up.
Halloween isn’t over yet, and you’re going to find out who they are before the night ends.
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A/N: Love to hear from you. Leave a comment, feedback, either way, I hope you enjoyed this!
"F*cking two bad bitches at the same damn time-" - Future
Also, to Eiffel Tower, they had to hold hands lmao, otherwise we just spit-roasting and idk it was funny to write it. 10/10
Synopsis: You need to be careful. Two predators have had their eyes on you for a while. However, the ball finds its way into your court at a notorious Jackson Wang party. What are Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung planning… And once you find yourself entangled in their games, will you ever find your way out?
Warnings: MINORS GET YO ASS OUTTA HERE!!! get ready... DUBCON!!!! threesome (mmf), explicit sex, unprotected sex (wrap it!), oral sex (male!receiving), bondage, face fucking, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, power play, humiliation/degradation, fingering, afab!reader, mild BDSM, manipulation, anal sex, double penetration in 2 holes, edging, mild predator/prey, choking, breath play, spit kink, blood kink, praise kink, manhandling, size kink/belly bulge, drug use (recreational; it's just weed guys), and probably more...
Word count: 15,213 (listen...)
Authors Note: Right, so...this took us three weeks so please please please just hear me out. I know the warnings look scary but trust we put our whole bussies into this. ANYWAYS, I really hope you guys enjoy!
P.S. this is cross posted on @expiredmayo's page as well as on AO3!
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You should never have come to this party.
One of the friends you’d made at your new job working for HYBE had invited you out, and you’d agreed. It was a Saturday night, for God’s sake, and you were young. Might as well enjoy it.
Jackson Wang’s bachelor pad in Hannam-dong is massive. Towering, Greek-style columns line the entrance, hiding floors upon floors of meticulously decorated rooms. Frankly, you didn’t even know there were houses of this size in Seoul. His white mansion seems to pulse to the beat of the music, flashing LED lights casting colorful shadows across the sprawling lawn.
When you arrived with your friend Minwoo, the party was already in full swing. Every direction you turn, there was some A-List idol drunkenly singing along, taking a hit from a messily rolled blunt, or wiping their nose after doing a line.
Minwoo seemed rattled, but you were able to push the shock factor aside. Having worked in entertainment for some time now, this wasn’t exactly new. Especially with K-pop idols.
You remember finding the dichotomy hilarious when you first noticed it; the way the South Korean media and entertainment companies painted these perfect pictures of their idols. How they’d blush and giggle and seemingly devote their lives to their fans. But—of course—that was nothing more than a facade.
Minwoo leads you through the throngs of dancing people, bee-lining for the drinks table. He sends you a sheepish smile when you make it.
“This party is crazy, huh!” Minwoo’s teeth flash through his smirk. He seems to be trying to hide his nervousness. Cute, you think.
He’s sweet, sure, but not really your type. It isn’t that he isn’t cute, because he is. He’s tall (well, taller than you) with dark hair cropped just beneath his ears. You aren’t sure exactly what it is that turns you off to him. Maybe it’s how friendly he seems to be.
Alas, he’s a good friend, and someone you wouldn’t hesitate to call to help you move something heavy. God forbid a girl use her resources.
“Thanks, Min,” you smile at him when he hands you a cup of God-knows-what. You hadn’t planned on drinking it; who the fuck was that stupid? You probably know two whole people here, including Minwoo, and you value your consciousness.
Minwoo, on the other hand, takes a hearty gulp of his. You bite back a chuckle. He’s a man; he’ll be fine.
“Oh my God, Minwoo!” A grainy voice pierces your eardrum, followed by a flash of long blonde hair. “Hi!”
“Tana!” Minwoo looks pleasantly surprised to see the woman to your left. You raise an eyebrow. “It’s been so long! How are you?”
The woman—Tana, you presume—looks a bit too old to be here. She smiles back at your friend, shiny veneers on full display. For a second, the conversation is silent as you wait for Minwoo to introduce you.
Wiping a manicured hand under her nose, she sniffles, “I’ve been so great! Seoul is just so fun and—”
Right, okay. Tana’s voice trails off as you take a few steps away to let Minwoo work his magic, or do whatever his version of that is. You’re ready to take a lap, anyway.
You let yourself meander through the crowded rooms of the Wang house. You wonder, briefly, if the host himself is even here. Chuckling lightly under your breath, you make your way up a marble staircase in the foyer, admiring the glittering lights of the grandiose chandelier. Slowly, you reach a hand out to feel the crystals.
“You know, you probably shouldn’t touch that.” A greasy voice has you halting in your black kitten heels, and despite yourself, your heart jumps.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” The owner of the voice is sitting a couple of stairs above you. He looks familiar, but you can’t place his name. Your arm falls back to your side, slowly, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Who the hell does this guy think he is?!
“Thanks for your opinion,” you retort, evenly, moving to continue up the stairs.
“Hey, woah, slow down, now!” He stumbles over his words a bit, which makes you want to roll your eyes even more. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this all alone?”
You consider him briefly. The man is leaning over his jean-clad legs, lanky arms braced against his chin. A few spots of acne are splattered across his cheeks, and he has a few stray hairs sticking out of his chin at weird angles. They almost look like pubes.
“Have a good night, bud,” you decide, after a moment’s thought. It appears that he isn’t planning to let you up the stairs, so you turn on your heel and head back down.
Admittedly a bit fazed from that weird ass dude, you spot an open door to a patio. Some air would be lovely right about now.
Your footsteps echo on the linoleum floors as you dart for the doorway to outside. You let a sigh escape your lungs when you realize Mr. Chin Pubes is too fucked up to chase after you. Thank God.
But, the devil has other plans for you, because as soon as you make yourself comfortable, you notice an eerily familiar sleeve of tattoos out of the corner of your eye.
God, this had been the worst shift of your life.
Not only had you dropped your morning coffee and suffered an extremely bad hair day when your heatless curls had promptly frizzed up thirty minutes after getting to the office, but your manager at HYBE had sent you a Microsoft Teams message to come to his office. Which you had never been to. Hence why you were scrambling like a headless chicken around the office building trying to find him.
You had asked another employee where it was, and she pointed you in this direction. Vaguely.
So, you felt relatively confident when you turned the corner into yet another hallway. Wait… did she say third door on the right? Or left? You shook it off and went with your gut, reaching for the door handle to the right. But before you could turn the handle, voices drifted down the hallway from inside. You paused, thinking against eavesdropping momentarily before your curiosity got the better of you.
“Nosy bitch,” you muttered to yourself, slowly turning the handle and peeking in.
The sight before you made you pause. It was… a dressing room? Where the hell even were you? The lights were flicked off, but two bodies were tucked into a corner. Shirtless, mind you—both of them.
You almost chuckled to yourself. Talk about office romance. But the sight of a very familiar tattoo sleeve made the laughter die in your throat.
You shake yourself out of your day-mare, suppressing a shiver. Fucking Jeon Jungkook. And, just your luck, it seems he has spotted you, too. Panic clutches at your throat, and the beginnings of hot tears begin to burn behind your eyes.
So, naturally, you high-tail your ass straight out of there. Fuck Minwoo and his stupid magic. You’re going to find him and get the hell out of this house.
The main area of the house is somehow busier than when you’d arrived, bodies on bodies of sweaty skin and a blasting bass flooding your senses. Your impending panic is not helping you navigate the mess.
“—And I was like, tone, question mark? A tone, like, a bleach and tone?!” Tana’s chainsmoker-ass voice wanders back into your eardrums. Her words cut through the music, somehow louder than everything else. Thank God for her vocal fry.
You lock your eyes on her bright hair a few yards away. Next to her, Minwoo is bent backwards, a hand clutching at her arm as he laughs. Ugh.
You can’t do this right now. You were already pissed off, and this bitch had swooped in and stolen your friend. You have half a mind to make a passive aggressive comment but ultimately decide against it, your need to escape winning against any desire to start a fight. Anger is beginning to outweigh your anxiety.
You storm past the two of them, unaware of the predator quickly catching up to you from behind. You don’t realize his presence until a hand grabs your wrist and yanks you aside.
You’re suddenly shrouded in darkness, the previously deafening music now muffled, only a deep bass and your throbbing heart discernible. The scene has shifted too quickly for you to acknowledge the spike of your heart rate.
“What the fu—” A hand clamps shut over your mouth, effectively silencing your scream.
“Careful, sweetheart,” A sultry voice tickles the skin of your earlobe, “wouldn’t want your little office friend to find out who has you in here alone, would you?”
With that, the lights come on. Your heart skips a beat.
The fluorescents blind you momentarily before your eyes rest on the light switch, a tattooed hand hovering over it. Your gaze trails down the inked sleeve of none other than Jeon Jungkook, until finally meeting his own in the reflection of the mirror.
It takes you a few moments to push through the initial shock and recognize what’s happening, but as soon as you do, you start thrashing in his hold. You’re running on pure adrenaline, limbs finding an unknown strength to push against his well-built physique.
“Easy now, sweetheart; don’t hurt yourself,” Jungkook drawls on, effortlessly keeping you pinned in his grasp. Your throat is closing up, a sure sign of your now inevitable panic attack, as you rack your racing brain for something—anything—you can do to escape.
You don’t feel remotely bad as your teeth sink into the fleshy part of his hand, biting down with enough force to draw blood. His eyebrows pinch together in an almost amused way, still refusing to let go. Your eyebrows furrow as you close your jaw even tighter, probably reminiscent of a feral, cornered dog.
When you finally wrench yourself out of his grip, you’re spinning immediately to bolt towards the door. Terror overtakes the futile sense of hope you’d cultivated when you don’t make it far. An arm wraps around your waist for the second time, stronger, probably intent on keeping you captive this time.
You’re dizzy with terror as your body is flung towards the sink, back colliding harshly with the counter. You fight back tears, back stinging and heart racing, but Jungkook’s arms are resting on the counter on either side of you. You cannot show him that he’s getting to you.
You’re trapped, caged between his biceps, and his dark eyes are piercing into yours. It’s probably futile, but you stare valiantly back. Your heart skips a beat. Have his eyes always had specs of… gold?
“Try that again, and I’ll have you over my knee.” Momentarily, his crude words stun you into submission. What did he just say? You swallow the fear gathering in your throat, deadset on preserving perhaps the only upper hand you hold over him: confidence.
“What? Got nothing to say now?” He exhales, inching closer to your face with each drawn out word.
“Get the fuck away from me,” you spit, anxiety causing your voice to tremble just so.
“Oh, but you don’t want that, do you?” Jungkook leans back as his lips curl into a predatory smirk. He tilts his chin up at you, challenging you for a response. For a reaction.
“You have no fucking idea what I want!” You’re yelling now, anxiety and anger taking the reins despite your carefulness. You suppose you’re probably giving him that reaction, feeding his sick sense of control.
“The thing is…” he starts, bringing a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness, “I think I know exactly what you want.” His finger lingers by your face, twirling a strand between his long fingers. “Or rather, what you need.”
The audacity of this motherfucker. You’re scared, yes, but you’re also pissed. And turned on, but that’s a secret you’re not sure you’re ready to admit. Even to yourself.
“And tell me, Jungkook, what do I need?” You reply, poking your bottom lip out as you pretend his callous assumption. You try your best to ignore the dampness coating your underwear.
“You need to learn your fucking place,” Jungkook retorts, darkly. The aggressiveness of his words makes you pause. He’s eerily still in front of you.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” You spit back, although a twinge of guilt rumbles in your stomach. The tattooed man’s eyes darken, gold long gone, as he pushes you even further into the sink. Your arms shoot backwards to catch yourself, leaving a space open for his biceps to squeeze tighter to your body.
The pressure of his strength under your arms has your body lifting off of the ground. You balance on your toes, legs shaking in your heels, and not from fear anymore.
“Oh, I’ve seen you. Trust me, I have.” Jungkook eyes dart between yours, breath tickling your cheek. “Waltzing around the office in your tight little pencil skirt and low-cut blouse. Acting all important when you’re nothing more than a glorified secretary.”
Your composure falters, anger and something more feral bubbling up in your chest, “I worked my ass off to be here. You of all people should know that.” He’s speaking as if he’s actually seen you more than a few times at the HYBE office. As if he’s privy to all that you do—all that you’ve done—to get where you are. It’s a disgusting underestimation, you think, but still, his words hit at a long since established insecurity.
“See, that’s the problem with sluts like you,” he clicks his tongue as he continues, turning his head just so. “You think you can fuck your way to the top. You’re no better than the rest of the fucked up people in this industry.”
Sluts like me? Your perfect facade slips further, and you feel a single tear slide down your cheek. Fuck, you think, but the damage is already done. Jeon Jungkook has wormed his stupid way into your stupid brain. And his opinion matters. Another tear follows close behind.
But Jungkook only chuckles lightly, pushing you all the way up onto the counter so you’re sitting in front of him. He tuts and reaches a single tattooed finger for your cheek, letting a tear drip onto it.
And then the motherfucker brings his finger to his lips and fucking licks it. “There it is.”
You’re gaping at him, still seething with anger at his blatant disrespect but also especially grateful you don’t have to rely on your shaky legs to stand. You wonder, briefly, how he might lick something else from his fingers…
His hand suddenly glides around your neck, fingers splayed across your pulse. It’s not aggressive, you think, probably just meant to hold you still. Alas, your heart jumps into your throat, meeting his hand. Your heart is still racing—it hasn’t really stopped since you spotted him outside—but you’re well aware that more than just fear is contributing. You shift in your perch on the counter.
Overwhelmed, more tears start to fall from your eyes, and you’re sure your face is flushed with embarrassment as he pulls you in. Your lips mere inches apart when he whispers, eyes darting from yours down to your lips: “Is my stupid little slut finally realizing what she wants?”
Your heart pants as his hand moves suddenly from your neck to your face, gripping it and turning it forcefully, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.
Jesus. You look awful; blood is smeared across your lips, and tears are streaming down your face as you shake in his grip.
“Look at you, all fucked up,” he mumbles next to your ear, teeth lightly grazing the bottom of your lobe. “And just for me.”
He looks straight-up pornographic in the mirror, hands all over your body, and you can’t help but appreciate how big his hand is around your jaw.
“Leave me alone,” you whimper. Jungkook just smiles at you in the mirror, a certain air of derangement clouding his beautiful face.
“I’ll let you go this time,” he concedes softly, “but the next time you fuck around, I might just have to bend you over and teach you a lesson.”
You can only shudder, nodding hurriedly in his grip.
When he finally lets go of your face and gives it a couple of gentle pats before pulling back, you almost… miss the pressure of his strong grip. But as soon as he appeared, Jeon Jungkook walks out of the room and slams the door shut behind him.
The silence of his absence is deafening. More tears gather in your lashes.
After a moment, you stumble out of the bathroom, and for once find solace in the crowd as you try to escape the towering man who is more than likely watching you. Tears are freely falling from your eyes now, and you can’t do anything to stop them.
Fucking hell. Now, I need a drink.
Your shoulders slam into person after person as you fight your way back to Minwoo’s general area. Fuck, where did he go?
Now is really not the time to be getting busy, Min.
You choke back a sob, arms crossed around your waist as a sense of impending doom fills your system. The crowd isn’t thinning. How big is this damn house?
Suddenly, you slam into a broad chest, a deep oomph escaping the lips of whoever it was on impact. You stumble backwards, but strong hands grab your shoulders.
“Jesus, are you okay?” You can’t bring yourself to meet the deep voice’s eyes, tears still streaming down your face. You stare at his shiny black boots, half-hidden by a pair of expensive-looking dress pants. He even smells like money. And weed.
The deep voice calls your name, jolting you back to reality, and your eyes force themselves to look up to his.
Oh, hell no.
You weren’t sure if your eyes were deceiving you, but you were almost positive that the two shirtless figures were…
No, it couldn’t be.
With gentle hands and even gentler eyes, he takes in your presence. His dark, blown pupils dart over your face; he’s searching for something. You’re not sure if he spots what he’s looking for, but his eyes almost harden when he spots the blood dripping from your lips. Your heart jumps again, familiar now. Welcome, even.
You took a hesitant step into the dressing room, and the voices grew louder.
“What? You’re not going to listen to your hyung?” The figure with his back to you had pinned Jeon Jungkook against a wall of lockers. Strong, tanned arms braced onto the wall, and lithe muscles rippled beneath skin.
This was evidently not meant for prying eyes. But, if you could just get a little closer…
“No, hyung,” Jungkook was breathless, but somehow still assertive. The challenge in his tone had you unconsciously pressing your legs together, your breath catching in your throat.
“Well, prove it, then,” the other man growled. Without a second of hesitation, Jeon Jungkook gripped the fluffy black hair at his lover’s nape and smashed their lips together in a vulgar kiss. Their hips thrusted against each other in a searing dance, limbs moving together almost aggressively.
Your hand slapped to your mouth. It was a reflex, but it certainly helped to muffle the throaty moan that threatened to erupt.
Both heads spun to face you, the sound of your movement alerting them to your presence.
In the living room of Jackson Wang’s house, Kim Taehyung’s blown-out pupils looked almost identical to that memorable event in BTS’s dressing room. Your stomach drops, and you’re searching for a way out, struggling against his arms. You know exactly what’s happening. Where the hell is Jungkook?
“Hey, no, hey,” Taehyung coos, “you’re okay, baby.” You’re still thrashing around, breath coming in heaves as his hold tightens. Your brain is spinning, and he’s pulling you into his chest.
“Let’s get you somewhere safe,” he hums into your hair. No, you want to scream, but your face is pressed against his button-up so harshly that no sound escapes. Your brain spins so harshly that you find a strange sense of peace behind it. The world is suddenly muted, the sounds of the party only echoes in the background. Even Taehyung becomes a ghost.
Those godforsaken fingers caress your hair softly. Hesitantly, your hands work their way around his slim waist as you finally collapse into his embrace, and the rest of the world melts even further into the background. He’s all you can smell. All you can feel.
For the first time all night, you let yourself relax. Taehyung still has one hand in your hair, and the other is rubbing up and down your back, leaving little tingles in its wake. In his arms, you heave another sob. Delicately, like you’re going to break, he begins to shuffle you towards the crowd again.
“Atta girl.” Your heart flutters at his words, one particularly pathetic sob morphing into a whine against his neck. He hums in response.
When you reach the marble stairs, he maneuvers you to face the steps, and the lights of the party momentarily cloud your vision. The brightness shocks your system, and suddenly, you’re back in your body, and panic is crawling up your throat once again.
Wait. Where the fuck is he taking me? You pause, taking a hesitant step to the side, out of Taehyung’s arms.
“What’s wrong, princess?” He grumbles into your ear. Fuck. What’s a good excuse? How can you get yourself out of this?
“Uh,” you stutter. Think, bitch, think! “My, um… my friend. Minwoo, he’s probably looking for me. I—I need to find him.”
“Liar.” Taehyung whirls you around to face him, bowing his head to yours. Your rapidly beating heart skips a beat, but you urge the panic in your eyes to hide itself yet again. You can feel his warm breath on your face.
You gape at him, desperately willing yourself to yell back, or get angry, or something. But nothing comes. You’re frozen. Trapped.
His mouth twists into a smirk, and the air between you seems to pause as if it’s awaiting his next strike.
“You’re cute when you’re nervous. You know that?” He chuckles, a sinister glint behind his red-rimmed eyes. A lion and his prey.
The moment shatters almost instantly. Taehyung’s smirk transforms into a wide, boxy grin, any trace of the lion long gone.
“Baby, I’m messing with you,” he laughs. “God, you’re adorable!”
Oh. Of course! A forced laugh tumbles from your lips, and a visceral twinge of guilt pangs through your stomach. He was just trying to help you, for God’s sake. What kind of person did that make you? Assuming that Taehyung is in on Jungkook’s little power play just because you saw them together intimately? You scoff at yourself.
Overwhelmed and a little emotionally fragile, you feel tears burn behind your eyes. You must be going crazy…
“Oh!” You choke out. “Funny!” You smooth a hand down your sequined top, discreetly trying to smother your guilt, which threatens to double with every breath. Taehyung shakes his head and takes a step backwards—grinning still—as the tensions fall away with ease. You’re breathing out and finding a sense of calm, albeit faux.
“I saw him go upstairs a few minutes back,” Taehyung says after a moment, seemingly unfazed, “with that blonde girl… Hana, I think?”
“Tana, yeah.”
He hums again. You feel it in your chest. God, you almost forgot how soothing his voice was. The burning behind your lids dulls to an echo.
“Here, I’ll show you.” Without waiting for a response, he takes your hand and starts to lead you up the steps. It takes you a few moments to steady your legs as you stumble behind him, but you follow nonetheless. Gripping at the railing, you trudge after him.
A sense of unease finds its way back up your spine as the two of you make it to the main upstairs hallway. You realize—terrifyingly—that you’re alone up here. How long have you been here?
But, Taehyung just trudges on, hand firm in yours.
He means well, you insist to your traitorous brain. Instead, you focus on the appetizing ‘V’ shape of Taehyung’s back as he summits the staircase. His shoulders are impossibly broad, and his back muscles are hardly hidden beneath his tight t-shirt, which disappears into his dress pants.
How lucky are you to be taken care of like this by Kim Taehyung? How many people would sell their soul to be in your position?
Get your shit together.
You’re distracted long enough to be surprised when you find yourself at the end of the luxurious hallway. Several closed doors line the hallway, and you can hear a muffled symphony of grunts and moans behind them.
Taehyung slowly pushes open a door, turning his head to check inside.
“All clear,” he whispers with a grin, shuffling past the heavy-looking wooden door to reveal an elegant bedroom. The white walls are decorated with lavish gossamer curtains that dip and climb across like vines. The four-poster bed, dresser, and bed-side tables are a gorgeous pale wood.
The bed itself is… well, magnificent feels like an understatement. Royal blue sheets and a plush-looking comforter decorate it. Beside it, an elegant velvet couch matches the bed’s royal blue perfectly. Taehyung waltzes to the bed like he owns it, delicately taking a seat and bracing his arms behind him.
“Your friend’s probably around here somewhere. We can wait for him in here.”
For a second, you can only stare. His tanned skin moves to accommodate his muscled arms, and his eyes are hooded as he looks at you: he’s got a look in eyes that you can’t quite read. Unconsciously, you bite your lip, remembering the way those arms pushed Jungkook around that day.
Taehyung’s sultry voice calling your name draws your attention to his mouth, where his tongue darts out to wet his lips. His knees fall open into a manspread, head tilting to the right, just so. His pants are loose, but you can make out an imprint of something between his legs.
Shit. Your head is spinning, legs threatening to collapse beneath you and let him do whatever he wants with you. It’s deathly silent until Taehyung speaks.
“C’mere, baby,” he almost growls; his voice is so low. You swallow your inhibitions, willing your shaky knees to bend and walk towards him.
As you get within an arm’s length of the bed, the beautiful man in front of you leans forward, opening his tanned arms to beckon you closer. Gently, his hands fall to your hips, rubbing soft circles into the smooth material of your leather shorts. Every now and then, his fingers brush the skin just beneath, and your heart jumps. You’re surely covered in goosebumps.
Taehyung’s face is mere inches away; you can make out each individual eyelash lining his dark eyes, which alternate between your own. That damn tongue darts out again and his lips glisten in the light—or lack thereof.
Would Jungkook murder you if you kissed Taehyung right now? Because it was beginning to feel inevitable…
The sound of the door clicking shut has you whirling around, even as Taehyung’s hands tighten on your hips. You gasp, panic surging back into your throat.
“Oh, hell no,” you hear yourself say, finally.
There, Jeon Jungkook just fucking stands, arms folded across his chest as he leans against the now closed door. Expression unreadable.
You need to get out of here, and fucking quick.
Unfortunately for your escape plan, Taehyung grabs your face with surprising force, turning you to look back at him. “Easy now…”
“What the fuck are you—”
Before you can finish, he brings a finger to your lips. “Shhhh… I just wanna see something,” he says, lightly tracing your lips with his thumb, dragging the bottom one down sensually.
His hands around your hips suddenly pull you back harshly, planting your ass in between his spread legs. One of his massive forearms wraps possessively around your waist, the other reaching up and grasping your face, forcing you to look at Jungkook, whose expression could only resemble that of hunger.
“Look at him, baby,” he whispers across the skin of your neck. “Look at how much he wants this.”
You have no idea how to feel. Your breathing becomes shallow, stopping all together when you feel Taehyung’s hand move from your waist to your stomach, then lower. Your heart rate accelerates so much that you’re sure Taehyung can feel it under his lips.
His fingers find the button of your leather shorts, easily popping it open. Your breath hitches as he slowly pulls down the zipper, exposing your lace trimmed thong. You’re still frozen—save for your rapidly rising and falling chest—when Taehyung begins to slide your shorts down your legs, letting them fall to the floor between his feet.
You squirm under his touch when you realize Jungkook is staring right at you. At the wet circle coating your flimsy underwear.
Taehyung feels it, of course he does. “Careful, don’t want to make it seem like you aren’t enjoying yourself,” he drawls, the hand he has on your face firm and unyielding, keeping your gaze pinned on the brooding man in front of you.
You breathe and slowly relax into him, even spreading your legs a little when he pushes at your inner thigh. You feel disgustingly lewd, but the thrill of the moment keeps you still in his arms.
He hooks your legs over his knees, spreading you open for Jungkook to see.
“There you go, princess,” he whispers into your neck, humming lightly, and he trails his other arm from your face to wrap around your waist tightly. “You like how he’s watching you?”
The moment his index finger brushes your clothed clit, you jolt at the unfamiliar sensation.
This is such a bad idea…
You can’t bring yourself to care, as his fingers start making slow, tight circles around your core.
“Would you let him touch you like this?” Taehyung has the audacity to ask you, huskily. Jungkook’s glaring eyes reveal absolutely nothing, but the way the veins in his neck pop out has you closing your eyes and throwing your head back onto Taehyung’s shoulder. You feel him smile against your neck, cool teeth sending a shiver straight through your body.
The man beneath you moves his long fingers down further, leaving your clit begging for more. You let out a helpless whimper, but it gets caught in your throat when you feel the cold air of the room on your bare pussy. You refuse to open your eyes in fear of what you may find, but you’re certain that the thin material of your panties has been pulled to the side and replaced by a warm possessive palm covering you completely.
There it lays, as if waiting for you to make a move.
“Wanna show me how needy you are?” Taehyung whispers in your ear as you fight the urge to grind into his palm. You bite your lip, eyes still squeezed shut. He clicks his tongue in disapproval.
“Nothing?” He lets out a breathy chuckle. “C’mon, princess, show me how bad you want it.”
Hesitantly, you start to move against him, a wave of pleasure hitting you each time his rough hand makes contact with the bundle of nerves screaming his name.
“That’s my girl,” he growls.
With growing but shaky confidence, you let yourself move faster against his hand, hips gliding back and forth aggressively. The combination of his calloused palm and the friction of his clothed member on your ass has your head spinning.
As you feel the pressure building in your core, breathy moans escape from your lips, and you bring a hand to your mouth to muffle it. Your skin is sweltering, not just from pleasure, but from the pure embarrassment of your actions.
“I don’t think so, baby,” Taehyung corrects, delicately pulling your hand from your mouth and bringing it back down in his grip. His arm returns to its position with yours in tow, wrapped around you tightly to restrict your movement despite your squirming and grinding.
You feel the coil of pleasure winding even tighter as your orgasm approaches.
“You wanna cum, hm, baby?” You let out a warbled mhm, because, yeah, you do.
“Beg.”
“W—What?” You whimper out, still terrified to open your eyes. Beg?
“You heard me,” Taehyung’s husky voice demands. “I want you to beg for it.”
“P—Please…”
“Please what, princess?”
“Please, God! Let me cum!” You cry out finally, so close you can taste the need in your mouth.
“Alright,” he chuckles, pinching your clit between two fingers. “Go ahead.”
Your eyes shoot open, only to widen in shock when you see Jungkook standing right above you.
“F—Fuck!” You scream as your orgasm crashes over you. At the same time, Jungkook grips the bottom half of your face, wrenching your mouth open. The waves of pleasure continue to course through your body as the man above you lets a string of spit fall from his mouth, directly into yours.
Before you can even come down from your high, Jungkook shoves two fingers deep inside your mouth, forcing your throat to convulse in a gag.
“Swallow,” he demands, figure blurring as tears cloud your vision.
You struggle to follow his command as Taehyung continues to fondle your clit, the sensation becoming almost unbearable.
You gag one more time before finally managing to swallow around Jungkook’s thick fingers. He smirks in approval at your ruined figure below him, tilting his head in mock sympathy.
“Aw,” he tuts. “Poor girl.”
Taehyung chuckles in agreement, “Already spent, baby?”
Your cheeks burn, somehow still embarrassed despite the way you just fell apart on Taehyung’s fucking fingers. Jungkook’s still admiring your fucked out face when Taehyung clears his throat to speak again.
“You’ve still got a few more in you. Don’t you, princess?”
You whimper in protest. You’ve never had a guy make you cum so fast and so long. Hell, even on your own it’s never felt like that.
You’re floating, pussy still throbbing, aching for something. Anything. You’re so far in your own head that you don’t notice when Jungkook clambers to his knees in front of you.
You’re forced back to reality when you feel a growl against your back as the hand Taehyung has inside you darts up, smearing your juices into Jungkook’s soft hair as he tightly grips it. He pulls harshly, and Jungkook is hurled to the side, neck at an awkward angle.
You’re still floating in a post-orgasm haze, but alarm bells still sound through your ears when Jungkook’s giant eyes seem to darken. He licks his lips, leaning his head into Taehyung’s hand.
“Not yet, Kook,” Taehyung murmurs, voice somehow carrying through the harsh sound of your breathing. “She needs to learn to wait her turn.”
“Move her to the bed.”
The next thing you know, Jungkook’s tattooed hands are tugging you from Taehyung’s grip, and suddenly you’re splayed out on the plush comforter, heart racing.
Jungkook’s back is to you, baggy jeans fallen just enough to reveal his black Calvin Klein briefs. Taehyung murmurs something you can’t hear, making his way closer to Jungkook.
You’re hit with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu when Taehyung grips one of Jungkook’s shoulders with a veiny hand, pulling him closer with a force that has the tattooed man stumbling. Already, you feel the coil in your stomach threaten to tighten again at the way Taehyung’s dark eyes seem to cut through Jungkook’s body.
“Off,” Taehyung growls, tugging at the bottom of Jungkook’s t-shirt. You imagine that Jungkook is arching an eyebrow, his head tilting just slightly.
Instead of obeying, Jungkook lurches forward, smashing his lips onto Taehyung’s. His hands grope over Taehyung’s body, finding brief but strong holds along his shoulders and arms as their lips move together.
Their kiss is reminiscent of the one you unintentionally saw all those months ago. Their lips fight, pressing forward against each other harshly. Both sets of tanned arms are tangled together, the only distinguishing factor being Jungkook’s tattoos. You’re stunned into the blankets, unsure of what exactly they want you to do.
She needs to learn to wait her turn.
You suppose you can do that, but it’s starting to prove difficult when Taehyung abruptly breaks the kiss. A string of spit connecting their lips glints in the dim light of the room.
Taehyung goes in for a barely-there peck. It’s weirdly… sweet, especially given the way they were just making out. He reaches a hand to the back of Jungkook’s head, stroking the hair along his nape. He treats him so fragile, almost as if he’s scared he'll break.
Jungkook leans in, trying to press his lips to Taehyung’s, but the older man only leans back, hand falling to his side.
“Did I stutter?” Taehyung tuts, holding Jungkook an arm’s length from his chest. “I said, off.”
Jungkook laughs lowly, eliciting a rush of heat to your core. Taehyung doesn’t move a muscle, though, opting only to stare at Jungkook through his lashes.
Arms slap together and some are even flung to the side as Jungkook lunges forward towards Taehyung in a frantic, desperate attempt to continue their kiss, but Taehyung’s hand shoots up to close around his neck, effectively halting the movement. A throaty chuckle escapes Jungkook’s lips, and a whimper tumbles from yours.
Twin heads of dark hair spin to face you.
“Whatcha doing there, princess?” Taehyung says, a half-smirk adorning his mouth. Jungkook’s shoulders are heavily rising and falling, but he says nothing, face lacking any kind of expression behind pure lust.
Your eyes widen. Both Jungkook and Taehyung are burning holes into your body with dark, hooded eyes. Heart jumping, you dart your eyes down and away from their piercing glares.
Oh, fuck.
It seems, subconsciously, that your right hand had found its way down your stomach and was teasing at the hem of your panties. You feel your throat tighten as you swallow around nothing.
Silence overtakes the room, charged air in the space between you and the men. A hand grabs your chin, and you’re forced to look up.
“Princess.” It’s Taehyung, and he looks mad. Your thighs press together, begging for more friction. “We’re the only ones who get to touch you, okay?”
Your eyes widen as his fingers tighten around your jaw.
“I need words, baby.”
“Okay,” you sputter.
“Okay, what?” He’s not letting up, pushing his stupidly gorgeous face closer to yours. His breath dances over your cheek.
“I won’t.” He raises an eyebrow, so you continue, still flustered, “I won’t… Touch myself.”
A smirk crawls over his features, and he releases your chin. Taehyung presses a kiss to your lips. It’s just a peck, but it’s the first of the night. It’s sweet enough to have you begging for more. Your mind flashes with a vision of his tongue down your throat, hands all over your body once more.
You barely stifle a groan, chasing his lips, but Taehyung just steps back, scoffing out a laugh.
“Wait your turn, princess,” he tuts. Taehyung spins to face Jungkook, who is silent as ever, and crashes their lips together.
“Let’s give our baby a little show, okay, Kook?” Jungkook rumbles a deep sound in his throat at Taehyung’s words.
Where Taehyung is slow and controlled in the kiss, Jungkook’s lips seem to melt into his hyung, hands crawling to explore every inch of his body. He’s not submissive; it’s more like Jungkook is putting trust in Taehyung by letting him lead. But even then, you’re not sure if Taehyung is leading, per se…
It’s an interesting dynamic, one that is evidently riddled with months—if not years—of history.
“I need this off,” Taehyung growls, clutching at the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt. Jungkook pulls back, waiting a second before responding,
“No. You first, hyung.” You’re stifling a moan at his words. To just deny Taehyung like that… You can’t help but wonder what might happen to you if you—
No, it’s better to not. Right?
Taehyung moves his long fingers from the front of Jungkook’s shirt to just a bit lower, squeezing harshly to elicit a nasty moan from the tattooed man’s lips. He’s gripping at Taehyung’s shoulders for support, and their mouths hover near each other’s, breathing the same air.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, and Jungkook smiles wickedly. It’s a stalemate, the charged tension sending shocks of arousal straight to your core. It’s begging you for relief.
You hardly have a second to acknowledge it because Taehyung is using Jungkook’s momentary weakness to pull his shirt up and off his body. Jungkook, ever competitive, reaches his hands for Taehyung’s tight black t-shirt without a moment’s hesitation.
In only a few seconds, both men stand before you completely shirtless. Yet again, you’re transported back to that day at the HYBE office: their chests heaving as they face each other, muscles rippling beneath perfect skin.
They press into each other again, mouths moving in perfect sync against plush lips. Taehyung grabs at Jungkook’s slim waist, creating indents with his harsh grip. Sweat is building at the base of both men’s necks, but neither are deterred. If anything, the added heat is egging them on.
Egging you on, too.
Jungkook dips his head into the crook of Taehyung’s neck, biting, sucking, and licking at the skin there. Taehyung is groaning, evidently trying to muffle the noises pouring from his throat, but Jungkook’s assault on him is relentless. Every moan that escapes from Taehyung adds to the pressure building in your lower stomach. You ache to relieve it, squirming against the sheets beneath you.
Surely, they’re too distracted to notice if you just… dipped a finger or two down…
Your heart races as you ever so slowly move a hand from its place on the bed beside you to your throbbing heat. Taehyung’s fingers dig deeper into Jungkook’s plush skin, pulling him closer. His eyes are pressed shut, and your heart races as you feel the lace of your panties on your index finger.
Taehyung groans again, shifting against Jungkook, and you freeze.
But he’s not looking at you; in fact, Taehyung is switching their positions, pressing his own lips to the skin of Jungkook’s neck. You exhale.
Taehyung pulls at Jungkook like he’s trying to meld their bodies together, mimicking Jungkook’s passionate style of kissing before. He seems to let go, or, at least, Jungkook is forcing him to. You slip your hand beneath the hem of your panties.
Taehyung is sucking at Jungkook’s neck, and while the tattooed man is certainly quieter than Taehyung, a handful of moans still slip from his lips.
Your hand is now low enough to feel the immense wetness pooling in your underwear, and it only serves to turn you on more.
God, who could have predicted you’d be here, doing this, tonight? A pathetic whimper echoes from your throat.
Suddenly, Taehyung releases Jungkook’s waist to look at you, unlatching his lips from Jungkook’s pulse point. He looks almost amused.
“What did I say about touching yourself, hm?” His voice is deeper than ever, practically a growl, as he slowly starts to make his way over.
“I—I wasn’t doing anything,” you manage to stutter out, quickly snatching your hand back from between your legs.
He stops walking towards you, pausing to stand above you at the edge of the bed.
“That’s not what it looked like to me,” he says, sensually tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“I’m sorry,” you whimper out.
Nervous but excited shivers make their way up your spine.
“Kook,” Taehyung calls, still looking at you, “wanna come take care of this for me?”
Jungkook is on you in an instant, grabbing you by the hair and hauling you over to the couch.
“Yeah?” He breathes out, pushing you over the arm of the couch, “wanna see what happens when you don’t listen?”
You yelp as he uses his boot to kick your legs apart. His hand travels from your hair to in between your shoulder blades, pushing you almost painfully further over the threshold.
“Stay.”
You listen, holding your legs wide. The straps of your heels dig painfully into your ankles as you feel Jungkook back away.
You sit there, scared. You don’t hear any movement behind you. You have no idea what they’re planning, but something about that turns you on even more.
Smack.
You yelp, startled as you feel a heavy slap land right over your clothed pussy.
Fuck, that hurt!
If anything, you were expecting it on your ass! But, of course, knowing Jeon Jungkook, he had very different plans.
He rubs his palm against your stinging entrance, soothing the burn momentarily. But, as soon as the pain subsides, he rears his hand back and delivers another devastating smack.
You scream into a couch pillow, not expecting the second one to be harder.
“Does it hurt? Poor thing. Can’t even take a couple slaps?”
Tears prick at your eyes as he continues to alternate between slapping and rubbing your throbbing core.
His pace quickens, no longer taking his time with you.
A sob escapes your throat after a particularly painful one.
“What? Had enough already?” He says condescendingly, knowing damn well he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.
“Fuck you!” You let out between sobs. Your head is spinning, pleasure overwhelming the lingering stinging on your pussy from Jungkook’s slaps.
He doesn’t like that, you gather, as his hands entangle in your hair again, pulling you back at an awkward angle.
“Say that again. See what happens.”
“Fuck. You.” You warble out, making eye contact with him.
You don’t notice his other hand grabbing your underwear before it’s too late. He tears them clean off your body.
Making a scene, Jungkook holds eye contact with you as he brings the thong to his nose, inhaling briefly as his eyes flutter shut, before bringing the torn fabric to your mouth.
“Open,” he demands.
“Or wha—” You barely get out your words before he shoves your ruined underwear in your mouth.
You choke on it for a moment, trying to spit it out, but Jungkook covers your mouth with his hand, keeping it inside.
“Shut the fuck up.” Damn.
You can taste yourself on the lace, the obscenity of the situation turning you on more than you care to admit.
His other hand then reaches down, finding your sore clit. He pinches it harshly between his thumb and finger, making you squirm in pain. You didn’t realise how much pain turned you on, but you learn something new every day…
You couldn’t dwell on that particular realization for very long, as his fingers dip into your entrance.
“So wet for me…”
You don’t realize how close you are to coming until his fingers suddenly ram into you, making your knees buckle.
He slowly starts moving in and out, the obscene sounds of your wetness around his fingers turning your face a bright pink.
He curls them inside you, hitting the spongy spot right below your navel. You moan loudly, but the soaked material shoved in your mouth muffles the sound.
Jungkook continues to stroke the sensitive spot inside of you, bringing you to the edge only to slow down right as you’re about to cum.
You squirm around, growing impatient and needy.
“Aw, poor baby,” he purrs next to your ear. “So worked up, and I’m not even inside you yet.”
He continues to edge you until tears are forming in your eyes again; long, tattooed digits press against your g-spot while his palm grinds against your clit. You’re brought to the edge once again, pleasure winding up in your lower stomach as you pant through your nose.
Tears are now freely falling from your eyes, collecting on Jungkook’s large hand that’s still pressed firmly over your mouth.
“Go ahead, baby, cum,” he finally says, speeding up his fingers.
You cry out, well, as much as you can with your mouth stuffed with cotton. Messily, you come all over his fingers. Your juices dripping down your shaky legs.
He continues to move in and out of you slowly, helping you ride out your high.
“That’s it sweetheart, just like that,” Jungkook drawls. You slump against him, still convulsing.
“Think that’s enough, Kook,” Taehyung’s deep voice is cutting in over the pounding in your ears. Never in your life have you orgasmed twice this close together.
“You got her nice and ready for me?” Taehyung’s body hums, draped over Jungkook’s back as he whispers in his ear. Jungkook groans in response, removing his fingers from inside of you as he lets his hyung take control.
You can only gape when Taehyung moves from behind Jungkook to your side.
“You doing okay, baby? Think you take my cock now?” He tilts his head with a pout at his lips. You whimper, nodding your head groggily as his strong arms roll you towards him. He works his hands at the straps of your heels, tugging them off and tossing them to the side. His hands find their way under your back and knees to lift you bridal style.
Taehyung clears his throat, silently asking you a question. Even in your current state, you knew it was coming when you didn’t use your words.
“I’m okay,” you say. Taehyung just smirks, those damn eyes crinkling in approval.
He sets you down delicately on the bed, holding your cheek in one hand. His face is so close now, and you are not above begging him to kiss you. Ultimately, you decide to just press your lips to his.
Taehyung emits a moan of surprise at the feeling of your lips against his. You imagine the experience of kissing you is much different than Jungkook, so you lean into a side of confidence you aren’t positive you actually have.
Your hands brace around his neck, pulling him closer as you fall onto your back. Taehyung is forced down with you, hands scrambling to brace his body so as to not crush you.
Not that you’d really mind.
He seems to have recovered from the shock of you initiating the kiss, letting your tongue pry his lips open. You find a rhythm together, hips grinding in sync with your lips. Time melts together, and you’re not sure what your hands are even doing as they dance all over Taehyung’s body.
At some point you feel the bed next to your head dip down as Jungkook takes a seat. He tangles one of those godforsaken hands in your hair, petting and pulling as he probably just sits to watch the two of you make out.
Taehyung’s hands creep under your sparkly top, pushing it up and over your breasts. You feel Jungkook scoot imperceptibly closer, hands running down your sides to tease his thumbs at your nipples.
He would be a boobs guy.
Taehyung’s giant hands squeeze at the fat on your chest, twisting your nipples. Every time, without fail, you’re arching your back off of the bed into his lean body.
It has to be at least five minutes before Taehyung pulls back, lips bruised and swollen, looking down at you with blown out pupils. He holds that eye contact with you, but he plucks his hands from your body to unbuckle his belt and toss it haphazardly to the side.
You’re sure his head is clear of thoughts when he pushes his pants and briefs down in one go, lurching forward to connect his lips with yours again.
Despite the way his lips make you feel like you’ve had one shot too many, the feeling of his hot cock pushing against your pussy is immediately sobering.
A needy whine escapes you, slipping right into Taehyung’s eager mouth.
“Can I have you, princess?” He whispers back. “Please?”
You groan out, begging, “yes, Tae, all of me, please.”
He needs no further permission.
Kim Taehyung slams his thick cock between your folds, past the sensitive muscles at your entrance, and sheaths himself entirely in you in one fell swoop. You’re screaming, groaning, and whimpering; somehow all at the same time.
Naturally, he doesn’t wait a second for you to adjust to his size. He’s pounding into you, drawing himself all the way out before slamming right back in. Your fingers claw at his back as he buries his head into your breasts.
The feeling of his cock stretching you and hitting that perfect soft spot inside of you drowns out anything else. You don’t know where you are, who’s with you, or what your name is. All you can feel is him.
That damn coil is tightening again as you approach your third orgasm. Taehyung must feel you squeezing around him because he slows his pace enough for you to hear above the rushing of blood in your ears.
You tilt your head back, eyes fluttering closed, as the pleasure turns from intense to soothing. Taehyung starts to lick at one of your nipples in earnest, using just his hips and forearms to fuck you. You can’t help but move your hips to meet his, craving that friction.
You try to look down to see where your bodies meet, but Taehyung nips at one of your nipples harshly. You scream out, head flinging backwards.
Lucky—or unlucky—for you, Jungkook’s hand is there to meet you. He pets your face sweetly through Taehyung’s thrusts. If you weren’t so cockdrunk, you’d have questioned his motives. Jungkook and sweet did not go together.
Taehyung’s cock hits the perfect spot in you once again, and you know you’re close. Your eyes roll back, and Jungkook’s hand disappears from beside your face. Instinctively, you look backwards in his direction, craving his touch despite yourself.
But your eyes don’t meet his tattooed hand, or even his beautiful face.
Behind you, just inches from your cheek, is Jungkook’s veiny cock. It’s red and swollen, and pre-cum is dripping from the top. You moan lewdly, the smack of Taehyung’s skin against yours providing a sexy backdrop for the sight gracing your eyes.
“You want it, sweetheart?” You think he asks. Lost in your pleasure, you aren’t sure if you just imagined it. But Jungkook is on a mission, so he asks again, reaching a hand to smooth your messy hair back.
“Wanna eat my cock like the slut you are?” Jungkook asks, voice deep with desire. You whine obscenely.
“Yes—please—!” You barely manage to get out between Taehyung’s sharp thrusts.
“Atta girl,” he drawls, taking your face with both of his hands as you slowly open your mouth.
Taehyung slows his thrusts just enough for Jungkook to ease his cock into your open mouth. He only gets halfway in before you’re gagging.
“Shhh, just relax, baby,” he coos.
You try your best to relax your throat muscles, tears once again pooling in your eyes as he pushes himself deeper.
“God, you’re perfect,” he groans in admiration.
Taehyung starts to thrust into you again, the force pushing you forward, and in turn, making you take Jungkook deeper. Tears are falling down your face now, painting your skin shiny under the dim bedroom lights.
“I need you to tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop, okay?” Jungkook pulls out just long enough for you to tell him you understand. But once you do, he doesn’t hold back, slamming his cock back into your mouth.
He takes a hold of your cheeks, using your jaw as leverage as he ruthlessly pounds your mouth. You try to breathe, avidly trying to avoid sobbing around his cock.
Still, you gag and warble beneath him. Not that it matters; he’s taking what he wants, no matter what the consequences are.
The pleasure of taking both of them at the same time is mind boggling. You literally cannot form a full thought as Taehyung hits your g-spot again, and again, and again.
Jungkook slows down, seemingly focusing on bottoming out. Each drive of his hips helps to open you up for him before burying himself to the hilt. He holds himself there, basking in the tightness of your throat and waiting for you to adjust.
Your vision is entirely blocked, his balls dangling obscenely in front of your nose, pubic hair brushing your forehead. He moves a hand from your face down to your neck, brushing lightly over the bulge that his thick cock has made.
Taehyung chuckles from further down your body, hooking one of your legs over his tanned shoulder. You struggle to moan around Jungkook as he starts to move back and forth, ravaging your throat one slow thrust at a time. At this point, you’re nothing but their toy; the noises you’re making are instinctual.
Their pace stays the same, pausing every so often to give you a break. Their tandem thrusting pushes you back and forth over the sheets, but you’re easing up, your throat and pelvic muscles relaxing bit by bit.
Soon, something starts to shift in the air. You can’t see them, but the two men share a look over your ruined body. Smirking at each other, they’re planning something devious.
“I think it’s time for her to have some real fun,” Taehyung whispers, breathing close to Jungkook’s mouth.
“You think she can take me in that tight little pussy?” Jungkook retorts, still petting your face sensually.
“Only one way to find out.”
At once, they pull themselves from you; Jungkook’s cock drags along the flesh of your throat and scrapes just barely against your teeth, and Taehyung simply slips from your wetness. You’re left gasping and coughing for air, the sudden emptiness jarring you.
“Hyung is so gentle with you, sweetheart,” Jungkook says, crouching down to your eye level with a crazed look in his eyes. “It makes me wonder if you can take something a little more intense.”
You audibly gulp, the action a bit painful from how deep he was just moments ago. He gives you a brief but gentle peck. You wonder if it’s an apology for what he’s about to do.
Taehyung crawls off the bed, taking a seat on the couch you had so recently defiled. Despite himself, he sits casually, spreading his legs and relaxing into the cushions. His dick is still hard and is dripping with your wetness.
You tilt your head to look at him, a bit confused. And then it hits you. Neither of them have cum yet.
This was far from over.
“Eyes on me sweetheart,” Jungkook growls, climbing on top of you.
You obey, looking nervously up at the man now above you. You reach for his face tenderly, quickly catching his lips in a more heated kiss, desperately wanting to be on the receiving end of his strong lips. For months, you’ve wondered what that silver lip ring would feel on your tongue… And now…
You let yourself explore his mouth, wondering if you could taste Taehyung on his lips. You take your time licking and sucking around the cold metal.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t protest, letting you play with the jewelry as he carefully kisses you back.
Fuck me, you’re thinking. You want to test something…
Albeit a slightly dangerous thought, considering that you knew—or didn’t know, for that matter—what he was capable of.
Your newfound confidence finds a sturdy hold inside of you, and it feels familiar as you bite down hard on his bottom lip. You pull him further on top of you, eliciting a growl from Jungkook’s lips. It turns into a yelp, however, when you bite down harder, hard enough to taste the metallic tang of blood seeping onto your tongue.
Jungkook pulls back suddenly, wrapping a hand harshly around your neck and pushing you back into the comforter. He brings the fingers of his other hand to his lips, wiping his bottom one and rearing back to look at what you’ve done. You can’t help but smile, anticipating his reaction.
A dark, sadistic look crosses his face. It’s something resembling a smile, but it completely lacks warmth. Blood starts to collect at the corners of his lips, and a single bead drips onto his teeth, painting his smile red. You stifle a pathetic moan. He looks psychotic, but somehow, you’ve never been more turned on.
“You’re going to regret that sweetheart,” Jungkook drawls as if spelling it out for you, grip on your neck tightening.
You struggle to breathe as his weight presses into your throat, cutting off your air supply momentarily. When he releases, you suck in mouthfuls of air, gasping and coughing as your body lurches forward. Your pulse quickens, and you urge your brain to register some form of survival instinct.
However, the only thing you can feel is a familiar slickness returning between your legs.
Damn, maybe I am fucked up…
Consistent with what seems to be his style, Jungkook is back in action before you can form a full thought: his strong arms tug you forward, flipping you over to shove your face into the blankets.
“Don’t. Move.” You can feel Jungkook’s body pressing into yours, his breath tickling at your nape. He straddles you from behind, and you hear… Clinking?
While he was having his way with your mouth, it seems he didn’t have time to slip his jeans all the way off. So that makes that clinking his… belt?
Oh, shit.
Before you can protest the inevitable, your arms are wrenched behind your back. Jungkook wraps his long fingers all the way around each of your wrists, crosses them over each other painfully, and secures them with one tattooed hand. The other fumbles with his belt until it’s tightly secured around both of your forearms.
You’re stuck, immobilized in his hold, which you suppose is exactly where he wants you. Taking a fistful of your hair, he pulls your head back towards him, forcing you to crane your neck to look at him.
“Remember, sweetheart, you asked for this,” he says, smugly. Jungkook doesn’t bother with another warning before slamming into you from behind in one fell swoop. Staring up at him, you watch his face morph into a blissed-out grin.
Just like Taehyung, he doesn’t give you time to adjust to the size of his cock, rearing back and fucking you like a man on a mission. You’re screaming out in pleasure, body overwhelmed and overstimulated, and his hands find their way back to your head to shove your face into the blankets again. The cries tumbling from your lips are muffled as he continues to slam into you.
“Such a good little slut. So fucking loud while I take you,” he rambles. “Bet you can't even tell me your name, huh?” You let out a particularly loud moan, tilting your head to the side to look at Taehyung on the couch.
There, the older man is draped sensually over the velvet, hands stroking his cock slowly like he has all the time in the world. His eyelids are half-closed, but his dark eyes are trained directly on the connection of your and Jungkook’s bodies.
“Yeah? What’s your name slut?” Jungkook steals your attention back, continuing between thrusts.
“Mmmmph—!” You can’t respond, a drunken blab falling from your lips.
“That’s what I thought, so cock drunk you can’t even think straight.” He leans forward, pressing his weight fully on top of you. “Yeah, just like that baby."
The screams falling from your lips are so loud that you almost don’t notice Jungkook biting harshly into the fatty piece of skin between your back and shoulder. The harshness of his teeth inside your skin has a particularly gritty scream escaping you, but Jungkook methodically licks and kisses at the mark, soothing the sharp pain into a dull soreness.
“You wanna cum, baby?” He asks, definitely more aware of you clenching around his cock than you are. You barely register his words, mind growing foggy as he ruthlessly fucks you.
“P—Please, Jungkook!” You scream out, body rocking into the sheets at an even faster pace.
“Please what, slut?” The question is guaranteed at this point, and your answer is ready.
“Please, let me cum!”
“Go on then,” Jungkook’s voice drops an octave, and you can barely hear him give the green light. “Cum for me.”
“Aghh—!” You cry out, pussy spasming and legs shaking, but he maintains a relentless pace, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. Drool is collecting beneath your mouth, jaw hanging open as you ride out your high.
“That’s it baby, take it,” Jungkook’s voice is rising in volume. “Take it like the little whore you are.”
Finally, after what seems like eternity, he slows down. Your arms feel numb from the lack of circulation as he finally halts his movements, methodically unwrapping the belt from your arms which are now rubbed raw.
You think you hear your name being called through the haze. But nothing’s really making sense. Someone’s hands are pulling you up to a sitting position and rubbing along your arms.
Your vision clears up slowly to a lightly smiling Taehyung.
“You’re okay, sweetheart,” you hear Jungkook call from out of your eyesight. He must be the one rubbing your arms.
Taehyung brushes a tangled piece of hair away from your face gently.
“Think you can take one more for me, princess?” He asks, smile morphing into a sadistic smirk.
Uh, no, there is literally no way. You think you’ll actually die if you cum again. No way.
“She can handle it,” Jungkook cuts in, but Taehyung’s eyes flit over to him in… warning? Surely, you imagined it.
Either way, you actually don’t think you can. Tears prick at your eyes. You’re overwhelmed, tired and are starting to realize the weight of what has just happened between you and two of the world’s most famous idols.
If knowledge of this situation spreads, you could be risking your entire career. Your safety. Your wellbeing.
But, nevertheless, you’re too hazy to really be anxious. Your body is limp like a rag doll, and, honestly, you’re willing to let these two do whatever they want with you. Whether or not you make it out alive.
“Please, baby, be our good girl one more time?” Taehyung is practically begging you, eyes wide and searching your own.
“You can do it,” Jungkook hums, words morphing together into more of a grumble. You can’t see him, but his fingers trail over your shoulders and down your bare back.
All you can do is stare at Taehyung. At his wide eyes begging you. At the way the muscles of his stomach clench together, his cock still uncomfortably hard against his lower belly.
You turn your head to look at Jungkook, whose eyes are trained on your back. He’s biting on his lip ring, teeth flipping it in and out of his mouth. His fingers are warm on your skin. Your eyes trail even lower yet, to his cock, which rivals Taehyung’s as it twitches.
Throat dry, you swallow.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
You can only hum before Taehyung is laying back against the pillow by the bed’s headboard, pulling you to straddle his thighs, and forcing your head down to his to kiss you. It’s a hesitant kiss, but quickly revs up when you start to grind your aching pussy against his member.
The feeling is uncomfortable, the shocks stinging your entire body, but you can’t stop. Taehyung is like a drug, and you’re addicted.
You’re so wet that you hardly feel his cock slide into you, but your head spins at the feeling of being full. Especially from him.
The energy to move on his dick has long since gone. You opt to just sit and feel him.
“Aw, our princess is tired,” Taehyung coos, mockingly. “Kook, help her out, yeah?”
You feel more than hear Jungkook take up a position behind you. His hands grip your waist, squeezing your flesh harshly before rubbing circles into your skin. His breath tickles the hair on the back of your neck.
“Good fucking girl,” Jungkook worships.
And then he’s moving you, rocking you on Taehyung’s cock. You can feel the flesh of your ass and tits bouncing up and down as Jungkook moves you. Unadulterated, you’re groaning, sounds overlapping with the sounds of skin on skin and the moans coming from Taehyung.
“You’re perfect, princess,” the man below you says. “Letting us use you like a little ragdoll.” You moan obscenely, prompting Jungkook to exhale harshly into your shoulder. His breath ghosts over the open wound from earlier.
Jungkook trails one hand to your front, covering your stomach completely.
“I can feel you, hyung,” he growls. “Do you like it when he hits this part inside you?”
You look down to his hand as it moves to the side. Sure enough, an imprint of Taehyung’s dick protrudes from your stomach. You lean back into Jungkook, moaning loudly as he continues to move you.
“You like that, baby?” Taehyung moans, hoarsely. “You like seeing my big cock inside your tight little pussy?” You moan and hope it’s a good enough answer.
It’s your lucky day because Taehyung is so focused on lasting inside of you that he doesn’t comment on your lack of response. Especially as Jungkook increases your pace on his hyung’s dick.
You’re whimpering again as he pushes you forward onto Taehyung. Your breasts press into his chest, and you practically scream at the stimulation of your nipples dragging across his sticky skin with every movement.
“That’s my pretty girl,” Jungkook says so lowly that you barely hear him over your screams. “Spread that ass for me, yeah?”
Evidently, Jungkook is less concerned with your answering him because he’s spreading your ass cheeks, kneading each in his giant hands. Taehyung begins to fuck up into you, wrapping his sweaty arms around your back to hold you to him.
It’s probably dirty and something you should be ashamed of, but you love the way they’re using you. You’re exhausted, but feeling better than you have in a long, long time.
Without warning you feel something warm and wet trickle from Jungkook’s mouth onto the opening on your ass cheeks. You freeze on top of Taehyung, eyes going wide.
“Shhh, I just need to get you ready for me,” Jungkook mumbles from behind you, nipping at your ear lightly. You feel the pad of his thumb making contact with your open, tight hole. You clench out of instinct, eliciting a groan from Taehyung.
“Slowly, hyung. Relax her a little for me.” He grunts, and Taehyung slows his thrusts to a more manageable pace as Jungkook works his thumb further into your rectum. You wince at the foreign feeling, whimpering as he finally fits the whole digit in.
“That’s my girl,” Jungkook coos as your muscles slowly start to relax. You feel a light pop as he pulls his thumb out briefly. Taehyung still guides your hips up and down a few times before you feel Jungkook press his finger back inside you.
You’ve never felt something like this. The sensation is unreal. You begin to moan again as you feel Jungkook’s thumb brushing the sensitive wall dividing his hand and Taehyung’s dick.
Suddenly, the realization that these men have you entirely full between them helps the lingering discomfort subside. A second wind—or fourth, maybe—overtakes you, and you tentatively begin moving up and down on Taehyung’s cock as Jungkook continues to finger your back entrance.
“Oh, my God,” you whimper. Taehyung reaches a hand from around your waist to lightly caress your cheek.
“You're doing so good for us baby,” he purrs, a fucked out grin adorning his features.
You’re surprised you don’t flinch when Jungkook presses his other thumb to your hole, joining the first one as he slowly works your asshole open. Each stretch is only unbearable for a moment, quickly replaced with pleasure. Once he feels like you’re ready for him, you feel his pulsing member nudge your now more accommodating hole.
The first few inches go in. You wince, face twisting up in pain.
“This is only gonna work if you relax, baby,” Jungkook tuts from behind you. He wraps a hand around your waist tenderly, caressing.
“Here, take a breath with me,” he guides you. “In… and out…”
You try your best to listen, taking a deep breath in and slowly exhaling as he pushes further in. He’s almost to the hilt, breathing still in sync with yours. Your mind is absolutely blank.
You didn’t realize Taehyung had halted his movements until he starts to thrust back up into you. Jungkook only stays stationary for a moment, letting more spit fall from his mouth as added lubrication before slowly pulling out, leaving only an inch inside of you.
The emptiness has you frowning, and Taehyung chuckles from beneath you.
“Someone likes being full,” he comments. You glare at him momentarily until Jungkook pushes back in from behind, making you gasp, expression morphing into one of simultaneous pain and pleasure.
Then, swiftly, they both pull out and slam back into you. You let out the loudest scream of the night.
“Yeah, that’s it, let us hear you, baby,” Jungkook chides. You scream again as they pound into you, thrusts in tandem as your body jerks in between theirs.
“I—I’m so full,” you manage to mumble out, embarrassed by the way you’re practically begging for them.
“Damn right you are,” Taehyung grumbles, starting to speed up his pace. Between them, your mouth hangs open. It’s mind-bending: the way Jungkook pulls out as Taehyung thrusts in. It’s safe to say you’re fully adjusted now, gaining confidence in your movement and body.
“Faster, please,” you beg between filthy whines.
“Princess, are you sure?” Taehyung asks sincerely, sweat pouring from his temple.
“Y—Yes,” you try. “I need… I need more."
Evidently, you don’t have to tell them twice because both of their paces quicken—still in sync—until you’re nothing more than a ragdoll being fucked into oblivion. Both of their breaths quickens, and nothing can be heard other than heaving sighs and skin slapping together. It echoes around the luxurious room, your screams and moans getting higher and quicker as another orgasm approaches.
“Nope, hold it.” You vaguely hear from behind you. It’s Jungkook, you think, but you can’t be sure. You’re beginning to reach a state that you’re not sure you’ll survive.
“No, wait, I—I can’t!”
“We’ll see about that,” Jungkook replies, wrapping a large bicep around your neck. He pulls you back, letting your breasts stick out towards Taehyung as he secures you in a chokehold.
Your breath gets caught in your throat when Jungkook squeezes, cutting your screams off. Somehow, your orgasm feels closer yet further away at the same time.
“Almost there, just hold on, princess,” Taehyung lets his hands fall onto your waist, helping Jungkook to prop you up. The lack of air is skyrocketing your other senses: Taehyung’s calloused hands along your ribs, Jungkook’s muscle into your bicep, and, most importantly, the pressure of your impending orgasm.
At this moment, you’re nothing more than a hole for them to fill. Your head spins from lack of air. The pressure inside of you is neverending; you never want it to end. It feels like eternity before Jungkook mutters out a command to let that coil inside of you loose.
“Let go, baby,” he whispers, finally—blissfully—releasing your neck. “Let go for us.”
As air rushes back into you, your orgasm crashes into you with full force, and you’re spasming between them as you scream out. Taehyung follows soon after, spilling into you with deep and powerful thrusts. Jungkook is not far behind him.
“Hyung, I—I’m close,” he moans, speeding up his pace into your asshole. You’re not entirely sure what’s happening, so beyond fucked out, but Taehyung pulls you down onto him. Your eyes flutter shut just as Jungkook pulls out, spilling his seed over your back, painting a sick and twisted picture of pure ecstasy all over your body.
Everything is numb. You’re not sure your limbs are even connected to your body anymore. The pleasure that had been burning white hot behind your eyelids has since faded to a black.
Was the room always this dark?
You can hear faint echoes of voices. Panicked voices.
“Fuck!” One exclaims. There’s a rustling of fabric. Sheets? Clothes? You aren’t sure.
“Hyung, she’s out,” another says. It could be the same voice for all you know.
You feel pressure on your cheek, your head spinning as you’re being moved. Or, so you assume.
Evidently, the numbness is fading. You’re beginning to feel a tingling in your extremities and the softness of the blankets beneath you. You remember where you are. How you got here.
You’re remembering how you whimpered as Taehyung rammed his thick cock into you. The taste of Jungkook’s blood on your tongue, and the rush it brought with it.
A rush of shame and fear flushes through you, effectively shocking your system. The throbbing of lingering pain between your thighs comes back in full force, and you’re squeezing your eyes shut through a whine.
“Hey, hey,” it’s Jungkook cooing in your ear, “sweetheart, hey. You’re okay, you’re good.” His tone is sickly sweet, and if you weren’t so fucked out, you’d surely be raising a red flag.
Your cheeks are wet with tears, but you can’t remember when they got there. Or, rather, when they started. Indeed, they’re still pouring down your face.
Wrapping your trembling arms around your knees, you choke out a sob, eyes still closed. Maybe if you force your body into a small enough space, you can forget this ever happened. The thought has your chest tightening even more, though; your shoulders are heaving as you cry.
“No, don’t cry, baby,” Taehyung whispers. His voice is tight, almost as if he’s trying not to cry himself.
But what happens next? You wonder silently. Will they go back to ignoring your existence unless it benefits them? Will Jungkook continue his habit of glaring at you in passing? Will Taehyung just go and find some sexy little idol to flaunt on his arm?
You hear your name in the flurry of emotions. It’s being repeated, each time louder and more urgent.
“Princess, please,” Taehyung’s hands are wiping the liquid from your cheeks. “Open your eyes. Just look at me, please.”
Even in your current state, who are you to deny him? You squint your eyes, letting the dim light of the room penetrate your corneas. Taehyung sits beside you, one arm braced on the bed just beside your head. His other hand is stroking your damp hair away from your face.
“That’s it, baby,” he smiles, warm and watery. It’s a grin you’ve only ever seen as V of BTS, which tells you it’s more than likely hiding something. You aren’t sure if that something is, in fact, genuine concern or something more… nefarious. Something you’ve grown to recognize in the last few hours.
He must spot the hesitance in your eyes, because before you can mobilize your strength to get the fuck up and out of the room, Taehyung is gathering you into his arms. He presses your face into his bare chest, strong arms encircling your body.
You feel… comfortable. Safe. Protected, even.
You’re conflicted.
“You’re safe. I promise,” he says, still ever so quiet. When you don’t say anything, you hear Jungkook’s voice calling your name. He’s sitting behind you, out of your line of vision.
You shiver. The image of his psychotic, blood-soaked grin has burned itself into the backs of your eyelids. You suck in a breath, tensing up yet again.
“Baby, what’s wrong? What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” Taehyung asks, tone sweet and soft. “Let us help you, please.”
You gulp, suppressing another sob. You feel utterly pathetic. Curled up like a fucking baby, sobbing into the chest of a man you barely know. You’re embarrassed, you feel dirty, and a lingering sense of terror has taken up residence in your belly. But most of all, you’re exhausted.
“I—I don’t know,” you sob, voice muffled by Taehyung’s warm body. He’s rubbing soft circles into your back, humming as he presses a kiss to your hair before smoothing it back down.
“That’s okay, princess,” Taehyung whispers into your hair, “you don’t have to know right now.” He keeps a constant, comforting pressure on your back.
“Kook, go run her a bath,” he whispers to Jungkook after a moment, “please?” The bed shifts as Jungkook presumably gets up and pads over to the bathroom. His absence elicits another round of heaving sobs, anxiety shooting up your wrecked throat.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Taehyung says, rocking you, “he’ll just be gone for a bit.”
God, you feel insane. You’re simultaneously terrified of and obsessed with Jungkook, but you let yourself be rocked into a faux sense of calmness by Taehyung. The silence of the room presses you further into him, and you let yourself wrap your weak arms around his body.
“That’s it,” he coos, squeezing you even closer. He traces figure eights into your shoulder, just over the mess of a mark Jungkook left there.
Eventually, you find yourself laying in a warm bath. You’re completely out of it, the hot water encasing your naked body in a comforting embrace. Jungkook and Taehyung take turns running a soft washcloth over your curled up form, whispering sweet nothings to you as you fight the urge to fall asleep.
A gentle, yet firm hand tilts your head back as Jungkook pours water from a cup over your messy hair. You smell a hint of lavender as he pumps shampoo into his hands, working the foam through your strands with tenderness. Conditioner follows, and Taehyung even finds a comb to work through all the tangles.
You’re in a state of pure bliss, and it’s so much different to the version you were experiencing earlier. You feel a calmness that could only be described as a sense of belonging as they continue to gently massage your sore muscles with flowery scented soaps.
But, the moment shatters instantly as you feel Jungkook spread your legs and start to clean up your sensitive area. You freeze, making eye contact with him as he searches your face with shocked concern.
And then you’re breaking down, sobs making their way up your sore throat as you start to panic. Taehyung rushes over from his position as the base of the large tub.
“Hey, hey, hey, no, what’s wrong, baby?” He panics, hands cupping both sides of your face. His expression is unreadable as his eyes dart between yours and Jungkook’s, which are currently laced with something fragile.
“Is he scaring you? Is that it, princess?” Taehyung asks again, gently urging you to speak. You can only nod with a trembling chin, still unable to tear your eyes away from Jungkook’s.
Jungkook is taken aback for a moment, his expression turning from a deer in headlights to somber, his pupils swimming with guilt. He’s moving to your side in an instant, gently grabbing one of your hands and holding it firmly in his own.
“Baby, I would never let anything happen to you. I need you to know that.” Jungkook says earnestly. “I know this is scary, but we need to get you cleaned up.” You search his face for the monster you had succumbed to earlier, but find nothing but tenderness and genuine sympathy gracing his strong features.
You nod slowly, tears beginning to ebb as he lightly places your hand in Taehyung’s.
“Here, hold him while I do this. It’ll make it easier.” His doe eyes are big and lined with tears, awaiting your consent.
You nod once again, gripping Taehyung’s hand with all the strength you can muster as Jungkook moves down your legs. He finally meets your vulva with the cloth, washing as gently as humanly possible as you squeeze Taehyung and try to calm down.
Jungkook calls your name when he’s done. You meet his eyes again.
The big, scary man from earlier really is gone now. You swallow your tears, offering a watery smile, and Jungkook places a sweet kiss to your temple. You let yourself relax into the men surrounding you. Taehyung squeezes your hand every now and then, and Jungkook lets you lean your back into his chest, soaking in the moment.
“Okay, princess, let’s get you up and dry,” Taehyung cuts in softly. You must have lost track of time in the bath. The water is cold.
Your boys help you stand on shaky legs, drying your hair and wrapping you in a fluffy robe. You feel the color returning to your cheeks, and your thoughts begin to form sentences.
It seems that Jungkook is harboring some kind of guilt, because he won’t let you walk. Once you’re dry and tucked into the robe, he’s lifting you gently and depositing you onto a set of fresh sheets. You suppose that someone had switched them out at some point.
You can’t believe you were so gone…
On the plush bed, Taehyung and Jungkook arrange themselves around you after pulling on some boxers. You don’t fail to notice how Taehyung boasts the Calvin Klein brand, or how Jungkook’s are a plain black.
It’s a pile of limbs and softness. Your back is tucked into Jungkook’s chest, and he’s got an arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you firmly to him. His legs curl just behind yours, careful to avoid the sensitive area between your legs.
Taehyung is facing you, head pressed into your chest. His hands trail down your bare legs which poke out from between the folds of your robe. He rubs your skin—gently at first—before finding the sore spots and massaging them with strong hands. It’s bliss.
“I need a fucking blunt.” Taehyung’s voice cuts through the air after a moment, rumbling into your chest. His hands have paused on your legs, opting instead to let his body feel yours.
“I got it, hyung,” Jungkook replies, grunting just slightly as he lets Taehyung wrap long limbs around you. “Gimme a second.” You press your lips together in a muffled chuckle.
Jungkook shuffles from the bed and out of the room, leaving Taehyung to hug you to him like a prized stuffed animal. His legs find their way around yours, and he grunts into your chest once he’s comfortable. You can’t help but sigh around him.
Jungkook’s return shocks the calm room. Energy now flows, joining the lingering smell of sex, skin, and lavender. Clearly having bounded up the stairs, Jungkook’s breath comes in huffs as he wiggles a pre-roll in the air, clutching three obnoxiously giant bottles of water in his other arm.
“I’ve located the goods,” he boasts, and Taehyung’s head is springing up from your chest.
“Bruh, Jungkook, that’s a joint,” Taehyung deadpans. Jungkook rolls his eyes and strolls over to the balcony, holding the glass door open while wiggling his eyebrows.
Taehyung wastes no time dragging you from the bed and out to the balcony to join Jungkook.
The night air is warm but not sweltering as Jungkook leans over you to cup his hands around Taehyung’s mouth, lighting the joint between his hyung’s lips. You’re laid out between Taehyung’s legs as he takes a drag, blowing the smoke up above your heads.
“Two hits and you pass it, hyung.” Jungkook raises an eyebrow from his newfound residence in your lap. “I’m not playing these games.” Taehyung just opts for a grunt. He does pass the joint after two puffs, though.
You let your eyes trail over the backyard of the Wang house. There are a few stragglers. Some are passed out on the lawn. Others are up and walking. In fact, you think you spot… oh yeah, that’s definitely who you think it is…
“You’re a cunt! You’re a cunt! You’re a cunt!” Tana’s vocal fry is loud as she screams at none other than Minwoo. They’re only a few yards from you, Jungkook, and Taehyung, but you can hear their conversation like it’s right next to you.
“Hey, princess, isn’t that your friend?” Taehyung comments as the interaction below you continues. “Uh… Mingoo, was it?”
You roll your eyes. “Minwoo. And, yeah, it is.”
Jungkook snorts.
“Can I help you?” You raise an eyebrow at the man sprawled out in your lap. Jungkook has the sense to avoid eye contact with you. He lifts his hands in surrender.
“Look, baby, he clearly has no idea how to treat a woman,” Jungkook snorts. Taehyung laughs, puffing out smoke before passing the joint back over to Jungkook. You pout.
“Right,” you retort, “as if you do, Mr. Trap-Me-In-The-Bathroom. Plus we came as friends.” You cross your arms.
Jungkook closes his eyes, biting on his lip ring.
“Listen,” says Taehyung. “We've been planning this for a while.” You stare at him, a bit confused.
“It all started when you caught us in the dressing room,” he continues. “It was a joke at first—genuinely—but then we started having more serious conversations about inviting someone else into… Well, whatever it is we are.” You look back out at the dying party, taking in his words.
“We knew from the moment we saw you that you were the one,” Jungkook adds. “The way your cute little eyes widened when we all realized that you’re a little voyeur, aren’t you?” Your cheeks blush, only mildly annoyed.
“What? Am I wrong?” He raises an eyebrow, turning in your lap.
“Well… I guess not.”
“Exactly,” he finishes, making his point clear.
“We wouldn't have even approached you tonight if we didn’t know what we were doing,” Taehyung adds. “You had plenty of chances to run away, don’t act like you didn’t.” You promptly shut your mouth, knowing how much truth his words hold.
Your heart softens a bit. You enjoyed your night with them—there’s no denying it—but it’s nice to hear them acknowledge the… insanity of it all.
You settle on a hum in response, emotion tickling your throat. You don’t trust your words, and you’re decidedly done crying for the night.
“So, did I or did I not hear that you’re single?” Jungkook’s voice echoes into the silence, deeper after a few hits from the pre-roll.
You roll your eyes as you laugh. “If I said no, would it even make a difference?”
“Nope.”
“Sorry, princess, you’re stuck with us.”
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Author's Note (again): I hope you guys enjoyed! please please please leave comments, questions, concerns, etc.
ALSO, me and emmy are friends irl so lots of screaming crying and throwing up was had. we are both unfortunatley moving accross the country from each other so this is our last collab for a while. sad I know, but both of our requests are always open!
Summary: “Come on hyung, fuck her like you mean it.”
Tags: Groupsex, Mating cycles/in heat, fivesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, slight Jungkook x m/c focus, praise kink, Knotfucking, dumbification, mind-break, Namjoon calls Yoongi a bitch once in like a sexy way, omegaspace sex, lactation kink, false pregnancy, some good ol' tiddy sucking, omega x omega content, scissoring, pussy spanking, excessive squirting, size kink, breif mention of monstercock dildos, overstimulation kink, forced orgasam (but not in a cnc way), knot milking, mommy kink, daddy kink, trans characters, discussion of girl knot/cock, girl on top, feral sex, biting, humor, this is soft and horny and funny and sweet.
W/c: 12.7k
A/n: Ahhhh i'm sorry it took so long for me to write this chapter- the good thing is the next one won't be that far off! Until then if you like this story and want to read a different version of the beginning that has like 5+ additional chapters of how yoongi and the m/c got together you can read it here.
Previous part - Masterlist - First part
As you can expect, there is some clamoring around Yoongi.
Everyone reaches to feel, to touch, to check. Your hand is among the others tangling with Tae's fingers then Hobi's. Every touch is exploratory, curious, and coming to terms. Shocked and happy, weirded out and displeased. There are so many emotions that everyone's scents are all over the place. Surprised, excited, and scared.
Jungkook starts to tip his head, eyes open, leaning into Namjoon's space and falling, like he can't figure out which alpha to please with the scent of a new knot in the air. Jin lets out a shocked noise, not entirely upset but still.
“Wow is he bigger than Minnie and Hobi?” “I don’t know, but you should definitely measure.” “It feels so much less firm than a normal knot,” “Like squish mellow” “And he’s got that vein! I can see it pulse!” "Wow what the fuck, it’s so pink."
"Am I dreaming it's like my dream for everyone to have a knot."
"Even the pup?"
"Especially the pup. Have you seen Tae's dick? Girl knots are like- so ugh."
Until it gets too much, until Yoongi’s hips splay, and his head tips back, breath ragged. “Guys I’m-”
"Alright." Namjoon snaps, loudly. "Everyone back off. Give him some room."
You do not back up, you curl up around your mate's body protectively, still barely conscious of the fact that you're dripping into the nest below you. But you don't really think that Namjoon was talking about you and he doesn't make you move once you snatch your hand back. Resting it loosely on Yoongi's hip, clutching at his shirt like you think someone is going to take him away.
Namjoon eyes your hand and then your face. You tip your chin down demurely like there can't possibly be any way you'd missbehave. Namjoon huffs, shaking his head before he ducks down.
The pack alpha examines Yoongi’s knot under an appraising eye. His big hands turning it this way and that, Yoongi’s eyes roll back no one gives him shit for rocking up into Namjoon’s touch, needy.
Does knotting always feel this way? There’s pressure in his lower stomach, a tightening that makes no sense. That sort of feels like his self-control is spiraling away or dangling on the edge of a very precarious edge. Like all of him is about to break or perhaps be made whole.
Yoongi doesn't like thinking of sex as something necessary for love. But knotting certainly feels like a cross between the two.
No wonder why alphas are such knotheads. If fucking always felt like this, like the sex equivalent of a full body hug that lasts for hours, instead of a singular moment of euphoria and closeness. Yoongi would never want to fuck any other way. No wonder why they're so possessive too.
This feeling- Yoongi’s not addicted, not yet.
You hook your chin over his shoulder to watch, sniffling. And Yoongi is a little too aware of you. The way your body lies against his arm, the dewy brush of his wrist on your stomach as you set your body against his. He must be going insane; he must have bit you again and given you a fresh mating mark. Because it feels like he can feel the mating mark wrapping around his cock.
You're a little more lucid because the pack’s sour scents cut through the breeding haze.
“Is Yoongi like- presenting?” Your voice sounds so small, so fragile. Yoongi bares his teeth at it. He tips his head into yours, nosing at the side of your face. Trying to reassure you. Trying not to bite. Hissing when Namjoon once again pulls at the skin of his knot.
“I don’t think so,” Namjoon says carefully, slowly. Reaching for Jin's glasses on the edge of the nest (because they're roughly the same prescription) so that he can take a look at the underside of Yoongi’s cock and the scent glands just below it.
They’re not puffy and not swollen like an alpha's. Alpha's knot to scent mark, not just breed. It's surprisingly a relief knowing that not all of Yoongi's biology has changed.
"He’s like still a beta? Right?”
“As far as I can tell yes.” Namjoon hesitates, poking at Yoongi’s knot harder. Eyes flicking up to measure his response. Yoongi does not snap at him, doesn’t do anything but lean against the column of Namjoon’s arm like he’s having a hard time holding his body up. When Namjoon puts his hand on the base of Yoongi’s throat, he doesn’t do anything but close his eyes.
"No- if you were an alpha you'd be biting my head off right now. You're definitely not presenting" Namjoon decides, begging that it's true. His own instincts are just a hum beneath his skin.
Namjoon might be a man of science, but he does trust his instincts more than he’d ever willingly admit. Namjoon's inner alpha is not chomping at the bit for a show of dominance and is not threatened by the sudden muskiness of another foreign knot. A shock in itself. Any scent of an unfamiliar knot combined with the smell of their omega in heat would make any of the alphas, even hoseok the tamest one, go feral. Packs work that way.
Beyond an extra layer of horniness, Yoongi’s thick chocolate scent has not changed. Not even a little bit once Namjoon sniffs and rolls the taste of it around on his tongue.
Namjoon presses the side of his face to Yoongi’s neck and closes his eyes. You can feel Yoongi’s heart flutter with how you’re holding onto his arm. After a moment namjoon pulls away. “You’ll be fine.”
You sag, a bit in relief. Yoongi? An alpha? If Namjoon says he’s not you believe him. Your brain is too hazy to think straight. But you decide you’re glad he’s not. Yoongi’s perfect- you’d hate it if something changed without his say-so. You babble, say it. And your mate covers his face.
“If I had to bet, I’d say it’s the mating mark. I’d like to take tests but-” Jin’s head jerks up, scent souring. Sensing a trip to the hospital before it’s even been said. Jungkook’s eyes on Yoongi don’t blink, grinning down at that knot with his hair in his face, already excited and dopey. As if talking about the hospital is enough to summon another seizure.
“After maybe. If it’s still a problem.” Namjoon caveats, pausing to rub down Yoongi’s arm, soothing him. Yoongi is still trembling. Still shaking so hard that he can't really move with any coordination.
“Has anything like this ever happened before?” Seokjin asks, carefully. Pillow over his bare lap. Namjoon has the good sense to at least put on some shorts. Jimin looks at Tae quickly and Tae does not return his gaze. Some secret soulmate conversation going on between them that you can’t read.
When you look up at Hobi- he’s watching your face. He doesn’t look away but after a moment he shrugs as if to say ‘Our beta has a knot- so what?’
“I’ve never heard of a beta popping a knot. I’m not sure. I think this might just be us.”
You groan, hiding your face under Yoongi’s chin. His breath heaves, and he turns back to you, nuzzling back.
“Is it my slick? Or the mating mark? Did I do this to him?” your eyes are wet, tears already threatening. You are already generally sensitive, and even more so in heat. Yoongi eases away your worries with a quick kiss to the side of your face. Cutting off your guilt before it has a chance to build.
“None of that now. If I had to change for anyone I’m glad it’s you.”
The pack is quiet around you, all in varying states of nudity. Quiet at the truth of what he says, how suddenly deep this has gotten. But he's right, you'd change for any of them. You wouldn't mind either. Yoongi rubs your cheek and you pull yourself half into his lap for a cuddle. Needy, too worn down to let it go. Yoongi’s hands go around your waist keeping you close. You melt into his arms, still sniffling.
"Your dick was perfect before though-"
"Sweetheart " he groans. You pull back from him, glancing down at his lap.
"What? I'm just saying-"
“Don’t look at it!”
Hoseok chokes back a laugh and tries to keep it in, but before you can help it everyone's laughing and covering their faces with their hands to keep from smiling.
“You didn’t cum at all. Did you?" Namjoon asks, eyes dark. Yoongi starts to lift the hem of the shirt you wear, showing.
“No, I didn’t.” Yoongi can feel a bit of skin at the base of his cock, still loose, still half popped. If you weren’t more preoccupied with holding your mate and controlling your weepyness. You’d be more curious about the knot pressed between your legs.
Maybe this is just resource-guarding. Classic omega in heat, of course, the most valuable resource is your mate.
“You know” Namjoon hesitates, looking from Yoongi to Jin. “Popping a knot without ejaculating sperm is kind of medically dangerous-”
“Namjoon-” Jin scolds.
“Sorry- without Cuming is actually kind of dangerous. Especially because it’s like, not typical for you to have a knot.” Namjoon licks his lips, "We should probably make sure that it's like- working."
You don’t know if it’s hornyness or just Namjoon being concerned for Yoongi’s health (probably a little bit of both) but you perk up. Blinking at the pack alpha who looks a little strained. A little like he’s trying not to look too much.
Across the nest, Jungkook shuffles forward, blatantly eyeing Yoongi’s knot like he’s just found his new favorite toy. But no sooner is he putting his hand on the beta’s tight before Jin is pulling him back the collar. "No no no pup, that's not yours yet."
He lets out a little bereft whimper but you hardly notice. Eyes bright and directed up at Namjoon. Like it honestly hadn’t occurred to you that now that your mate has a knot that means he can use it. Yoongi can knot you now. Pack Alpha is so smart! You don't know how it didn't occur to you yet but-
Oh, you really want that. You really want Yoongi to knot you.
The self-consciousness Yoongi felt earlier is entirely forgotten. You’re a little dumb in heat. A little floaty. Yoongi doesn’t mind. This is why you have packmates, to make these complicated decisions for you.
Yoongi’s hands are still firm around your waist. If Yoongi does have a knot now, for the time being, then you should get first dibs.
You whine, he was perfect without it really but you really really really like knots, your squishy omega brain is convinced that you need it. That it’s yours and your packmates are suddenly keeping it from you. You bare your teeth. No bite, all bark. You'd actually growl at them if Yoongi’s hands didn't clamp down around your waist. Hard. Harder than he usually touches you. It jogs you out of your reverie.
Marks. Kis fingers hold you hard enough that you could have bruises. Good. You want marks on you and on him. Your mating mark isn't enough. Not now, not with Yoongi having a knot.
“Should I, should you-” The pack settles in, ringing both you and Yoongi, as you stare each other down, both of your scents spiking wildly as you take each other in. Seeing each other in a new light.
Yoongi laughs, deep and rough. And you get shivers down your spine. Your voice is high-pitched and squeaky from the strain. "Don't tease me."
He nudges the underside of your jaw with his nose. "Come on, it's sorta easy" his teeth brush your mating mark and you gasp, the threat of a bite but not a bite at all. "and you like it."
The pack looms closer so close they can reach out and touch, can reach out and feel. "Should we watch? I think we should watch" “Yes. Definitely yes.” “Yes, I think we should, yes please.” "they're so pretty when they fuck."
But Jungkook huffs, a little bratty, a little bit upset that there's a knot he's not allowed to ride. "Can't I get one lick?"
"No Koo" Jungkook jerks against his hold.
"If I lick it, is it mine? While she rides it does it count if I lick it?” Jungkook gets dragged over Jin’s lap for that one, completely happy with it as the other omega lands several swats over his behind. Giggling as he goes.
The slapping sounds are distant. Jungkook's skin glows from the force of the hits but his cheeks are round from his smile sweet. A Spanking? You'd like one of those. Maybe you can provoke it from one of your packmates sometime later. You might need a settling after this.
Your brain is a mess of wants and instincts. But a spanking can wait. Yoongi's knot presses just under your pussy and you grind onto it experimentally. Tingles of pleasure filling your whole body. Good. It's so good. You snarl.
“No. No Jk- pup”
You are not paying attention as Jungkook tries to claw his way over to you; laughing, making a game of it. You and Yoongi are not speaking but you are communicating. Every grit of his teeth says mine, and every twitch of his hands on your hips says keep going. You look down at your mate and lick your teeth, polishing your canines as you eye him. The line of his throat. The pinkness of his nose. His chest- everything.
As Yoongi huffs, half fond. Cheeks slowly warm the more your eyes roam, the more you look and hunger.
It’s not that you’ve never been a sexual creature and it’s not that Yoongi has never seen you want him. But too often have you been like Noodle. Too frequently has he been the steward of your lust, carefully encouraging it and letting you be fickle and safe. Every time you've had sex you've been timid. he’s always letting you know through every breath that you’re not too much and that you can have it in any way that you want.
But now- now you’re eyeing Yoongi like you want to eat him.
Your brain is too syrupy and slow to do more than grind against his knot (like I said, all bark, no bite) your pussy dribbles onto it. The glide of your slick hole so much against such sensitive skin, pressed between your body and his. An omega possessed. An omega on a mission.
He’s been on the business end of many knots but this- this is different. Your eyes are open hardly blinking, Jungkook’s hands trail up Yoongi’s thigh to his hip.
"You're hiding it-" he whines, bratty. But gets snapped back into the alpha's waiting jaws. More spanks. until someone, Jimin maybe is tugging at Jungkook's cock between his legs while he gets plugged up by Namjoon's knot. Namjoon's the only one out of all of them that can truly distract Jungkook. Can possibly stop him from trying to covet Yoongi.
Yoongi's knot doesn’t belong to him. As his mate you have rights.
You push him back to lie in the nest and Yoongi lets you. It’s instinct to straddle him, to get him under you where he can’t move. Even though you don’t usually fuck like this with you on top. You don’t know why this in-heat version of yourself seems preoccupied with riding or not riding, maybe it’s a control thing or vulnerability.
Your body is unused to the heat, unsure of quite what the edge of want and don’t want to meet. Unsure if you want all the control or the complete lack of it. You are weak to your instincts. Weak, even though you know if you just lied back Yoongi would take care of you.
Your instincts give you neither choice nor reason nor want for anything, anything but this. Hoseok's hands slide up Yoongi's knees, touch your lower back, everything. Everyone everywhere touching both of you. Egging you on with their bare teeth and wildly sweet scents.
The head of Yoongi's cock slides up and through your slick, catching on your hole for a moment before it pops away,
You don’t know who guides Yoongi’s knot to your fluttering hole, only that it’s there. It’s easy to sink back, eyes furrowed as you concentrate on the feeling of getting Yoongi’s knot inside of you, cheeks warm at the eyes of the pack on you.
Beside you Tae paws at Jimin’s knot he makes a nose in his throat, but Tae’s all smiles. “Minnie likes it.” She croons in a singsong tone. Hooking an arm around his waist and sliding her hands under the elastic hem of his boxers to toy with him.
There is breath on the back of your shoulder, condensation turning your skin dewy. A hungry alpha ready to swallow you whole. Looming. You don’t look to see who it is, who's looking over your shoulder watching Yoongi’s face as you ride him.
You have a sinking suspicion it might be Hobi.
You fall into a slow rhythm appreciating the way that it feels, nudging at your entrance. Filling you routine. You’re getting better at this setting the pace on your own. Moving at a steady rhythm. A rhythm that makes you sigh and squeak. Your body feels so far away. The ache in your knees, the soreness in your hole, and the tiredness in you are all impermanent compared to the pleasure.
You focus on the feeling of your hands on his chest and the pleasure that comes with fucking yourself down on his knot. It’s a good knot. Not too big, not too small, just right. Everything about Yoongi is just right for you. You mewl as you speed up your pace. Instincts burning for more more more.
Sweat bleeds down your back and Yoongi’s jaw rolls, unblinking below you. Someone wipes away a bit of drool on your jaw and you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. Tipping your head back.
“Does it feel good pup, the way his knot feels in your little hole?"
"Not so little anymore," Tae snickers, "she's practically bouncing on it."
Yoongi’s knuckles are white with how hard he holds your hips, doing his best not to guide your rhythm or disrupt it. Someone's hand is in your hair, tugging and tangling with it, pulling you up and down.
Namjoon leans down to whisper in Yoongi’s ear. “Good huh? Pussy fucking you up hyung? Gonna be a little bitch and make a mess in our pup? Gonna put your little knot where you want and breed her?”
Yoongi lets out an achy moan. And hope that you didn’t hear that. Or feel how it makes him twitch and pulse. Knot seconds from popping. Already mostly popped from before. He’s not going to last. Yoongi knows it will be quick.
"Bet you can feel how I fucked her open for you huh?"
Yoongi does not pause to push Namjoon’s face away as the alpha bites his shoulder- his ear- his everywhere. Namjoon's not nearly as unaffected as he pretends to be but Yoongi is too focused on you.
Yoongi has always been the perfect fit, not quite as long as Hobi or as thick as Jimin or the type of knot that makes you feel it for days after like Tae and Namjoon. It’s a good thing you’re a size queen because now you can fuck yourself down on Yoongi’s knot, regardless of the size it threatens to swell too.
Yoongi’s knot is about as thick around as Namjoon’s cock is normally so you still struggle to go all the way down, but stretching yourself around the wideness is good, feels nice. Sates the fire inside of you. His knot presses all nice and hot snug against that spot inside of you. You babble it, saying how good good good your mate is, how you can feel his cock stretching you out and breeding you. Almost mindless from pleasure.
Almost but not yet.
Yoongi slides his palm from your stomach up to your sternum, under the black shirt you wear, stroking over your skin lazily before his fingers tangle in the material, pulling it. using it to guiding and goad you into fuck him faster. Saying nothing. Eyes on you. Dark and heavy-lidded.
To shut you up (not because he wants you to shut up but because he wants to hold off from cumming for as long as he can). Yoongi gets his feet under him and drives his hips up. Fucking up into you. Faster and faster until you can tell you're almost taking all of it. All of it. As much as you can.
“That’s it, there you go baby. Fuck her like an alpha. She wants to take it, you just have to help make her.”
“Come on hyung, fuck her like you mean it.”
Beside you, Tae's hand works underneath the waistband of Jimin's boxers, a thumb hooked there lazily. Stilling for a second. Her knuckles wrapped around his knot probably. Hobi is tucked along Jin's side, hips stuttering working. Watching you and Yoongi. Namjoon grins, showing his teeth.
You have almost all of his knot in you now, everything but the widest bit, just a little more, just a little and you’ll have it. You bounce up and down on it experimentally. You grin, very very convinced that you don’t have to wait for Yoongi’s knot to go down to continue.
Your mate's hands circle your wrists, holding them hard, pulling you down hard every time you pick yourself up, trying to keep you stationary. But Yoongi’s needs are very very far away in his mind.
It’s almost better this way, looking down at him, working your body down his knot. Testing the give and breathing through it the way that Namjoon has taught you to breathe through taking his knot. The pack all around, watching you and encouraging you. They're so close, it sort of feels like they're all fucking you this way.
Tae’s fingers dimple in your thighs and Jk rests his head along Yoongi’s tummy so he can watch his knot sink inside of you as a treat when he takes his spanking like a good pup. A strong hand in his hair to keep him from moving forward a few inches to lick. Pout on his face. When your pace stutters, body overtired from heat, Hobi's hand goes under your thigh to help pick you up, taking the weight of your body for you.
You finally get Yoongi’s knot inside of you, but it doesn’t stop there, you put your hands on his chest and pick yourself off of it again. It tugs but slips past the rim of muscle after a second, slick sliding down the big swollen curve of it. It takes some finesse, but your body gives way and his knot is once again hovering just on the precipice.
Then you sit yourself back down.
Jimin’s breathless curse against your throat feels almost guttural. You hardly hear it too focused on fucking Yoongi’s knot like a cock.
“Fuck, omega's knot fucking is-”
“It’s hot,” Jin says, leaning down to brush Yoongi’s sweaty bangs from his forehead. “How does it feel honey? Feeling your mate around your knot? All good? All nice and snug?”
“She’s-” Yoongi pants through it breath ragged, close to cumming, knot pulsating. “Warm” his voice is strained and he scrambles to reach for you. Yoongi’s lap, his whole stomach really, is covered in your slick. The slide is almost too slippery. If you weren’t concentrating so hard on keeping rhythm you’d tell him you love him.
“Overwhelming, feels like- feels like- fuck-”
But you know he already knows, can feel it in the way he touches you. The way he looks at you. Everything.
You squirt, wet noisy, little dribbles of cum flicking up across his chest, clamping down around his knot so hard that Yoongi has no choice. Your pace stutters and you sigh. You hardly notice the pleasure rocking through you, hardly notice as you start to tremble. Little ‘hng’ noises pushed from your throat with every sweet jut of Yoongi’s hips. Still fucking his knot all the way in and all the way out.
Yoongi fucks the same way he talks, sweet but firm. He cums that way too. Warm and slow. You feel every syllable and every drop.
But Yoongi has no words for the ecstasy of knotting you. Groaning deep, more guttural, more animal than you’ve ever heard him sound. Cumming, knot popping fully. Finally. Your legs shake and your head drops as it throbs and swells.
You finally stop riding him but he keeps pulling you down at the same second he sits up quick, until he's sitting with you in his lap. Wrapping his arms around you. Whipping your hair from your face, cupping your cheeks, forehead to forehead.
A bit of your squirt drips down the seam of his hip, the place where his thigh and stomach wrinkle. Staining the nest a darker shade of pink.
But there are hands to settle your giggles, his knot pulsates, and you feel wet and warm inside. You ease up and he holds you for a moment. Skin to skin. Breath to breath. Both of you panting through your comedown.
The others fall upon you.
Jin's hand cups your stomach, and Jungkook's teeth drive into Yoongi's shoulder with a quiet yelp and a 'yah jungkookie'. you love how grumbly yoongi gets when he's feeling sensitive but safe.
Namjoon tilts your chin up and kisses you, messy and filthy. When you part you feel dizzy from lack of oxygen. You can't yet register that you're panting, breathing heavily. Still sort of cumming. One orgasm blends into another. Having them around while Yoongi’s inside of you is so much. Good, but a lot as Tae strokes down your spine.
“Did good alpha?” You ask Namjoon.
“Did so well, so so so well taking Yoongi’s first knot.” Now he'll understand how possessive we can get of you. Now he'll get it.
Yoongi ignores him, but around you, the air is thick with the scent of the pack's pleasure. Hoseok ruffles Yoongi's hair than yours, you nuzzle into his wrist. Tae's hands are hungry, and exploratory.
(They watched you through all of this but never once did you wonder if you were pretty, never once did you worry about how it looked, if it was enough. There is a simple love that's here. A simple love between all of you. Through your heat- you've never once been self-conscious. With Yoongi’s knot snug in your pussy, and everyone praising you, you can't find it in yourself to be nervous or worried or feel anything but bliss).
There are familiar hands everywhere- reaching down, feeling where you and Yoongi are connected. The wet slick glide of an omega properly seated on a knot. Tae’s lips pressed against your tit while her delicate fingers paw at your pussy, not a kiss, not a suck, but a pout.
You let her until Yoongi hums, overwhelmed, and then lean down to bite her. Popping back, licking your teeth, echoing a soft "sorry" when you've realized what you've done.
Yoongi shivers as Jin runs a hand up and down his stomach, knuckles brushing yours. Namjoon crowds in behind you. Pushing you both down into the nest. His pack alpha herding tendencies are at play but he’s a warm and reassuring presence behind you. They all settle in to cuddle you and keep both of you safe until Yoongi’s knot goes down long enough to make sure that you’ve been adequately bred.
Everyone's sort of lying on top of each other. Namjoon behind you, Jin behind Yoongi, Hobi trying and sort of succeeding in squirming his way in between Jin and Yoongi. the pack are noisy. but you sort of love the noise.
"You're pinching my skin hyung." "Wait wait wait, this will be more comfortable." "Namjoon she needs room to like-breathe." "Ow my knee like- cannot stay in this position." "Jungkook!"
The older omega lets Hobi muscle his way in. Pressing a kiss and a nibble to the back of his neck in admonishment. Jungkook sprawls across all of your stomachs and Tae rings the top and Jimin the bottom, guarding you and Yoongi against the door. Classic alpha.
Tae runs her hands over your hair, scratching at your scalp with her long fingernail. You push into her touch like a cat. She does it to you, then Yoongi. Yoongi’s hands skim up and down your hips and he’s breathing heavy.
“Love you,” he says.
he closes his eyes first but you just watch him. A chorus of voices join but you lean down, pecking him over his eyelids. Covering his body with yours. He doesn’t need to worry about anything.
Yoongi wraps his arms around you. Mumbling something into your ear quiet enough that the rest of the pack doesn’t hear. But let it remain a mystery. Let it remain for just you and him.
You rest and cuddle. And Yoongi keeps twitching inside of you. Every time you think that he’s done and that his cock can’t possibly give you anymore he starts to twitch again. Cuming just a little bit more.
It almost feels like Namjoon, who cum's a proportional amount to the size of his cock. Yoongi never normally cums this much, but you can't say you're complaining. One hand resting protectively over your tummy.
You hear Jin's familiar 'tsk' and fingers are at your hole. They guide a bit of spend back up into it. But your eyes are already closed.
You were already tired before and your heat still rages. It's not fire anymore. Something in you satiated. It's not a raging inferno but the kind of warmth that glows from coals, that sizzles on the edge of your skin, like deep-seated honeying of suns and far away stars teeming with wishes and life-giving warmth.
Yoongi decides that he wouldn’t mind doing this, just when you go into heat. He’ll get tests done later; Namjoon will drag him to the hospital after this week to take his blood and measure his hormones.
Dr.Pearl and another beta specialist will come to the conclusion that it’s both your mating mark and your slick that caused a momentarily biological shift that’s temporary at best and a one-off probably (it won’t be a one-off, Yoongi will grow a knot through every one of your heats after this). They’ll prescribe Yoongi less of your slick and a bit of distance from your scent during your pre-heat (both professional opinions that Yoongi will opt to ignore because seriously what the fuck?)
For now, you settle down atop him, keeping his knot safe inside, and go to sleep. Not before feeling each one of your packmates press a kiss to the place between your shoulder blades. Surprisingly sensitive, surprisingly ticklish. You feel it all. The brush of Hobi’s nose, the skim of Tae’s long hair. The plush feeling of Jimin's lips more like petals than skin. The brush of Jin and Namjoon’s stubble. The nibble of Jungkook's teeth.
Yoongi’s lips remain planted to your forehead, he sleeps that way through the rest of the afternoon. The little huffs of his breath tickle your baby hairs, and you can’t say that you mind.
Being the lowest member in the pack’s hierarchy means different things for each pack. Especially with two older omega’s in heat, and you below them in the hierarchy.
As the days drag on, you feel like a bit of a chew toy (not that you’re complaining).
As the lowest packmate in the hierarchy, you bear the brunt of it when their instincts shift from hungry to nesty. The breeding’s mostly done (mostly, but not quite) now is time for nesting, for preparing. It takes time for seed to take. That time that you spend cuddled close. Safe between Jin and Jungkook. Walled in on either side, safely tucked between their chests. Both of their heartbeats beat through either ear.
At least until you wake up.
You omega’s are a conspiratory little bunch. The nest is deep and colorful with many spots to hide. You do not try to hide from Jinnie or Jungkook, there is no need to. the alpha’s are who you hide from, peaking over the edge of an inner nest, the walls built up a bit like an igloo. The three of you playing a pretend game of hide and seek.
Hiding from them and the pleasure that they give you. Because they want to get in the way of all your fun.
It’s not getting in the way of the fun so much as it’s partaking in it, sticking their knots where you need them- but where is the fun in simply fucking? Foreplay is where all the fun happens anyway. Bouncing on a knot can get so boring.
Unless it’s Yoongi’s knot of course. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of that. His refractory period is a lot longer than the other alphas, even Namjoon who tends to knot for a good 30 minutes. You’ve had him 4? Maybe 5 times since the first? And now he slumbers, hips ringed with hickeys, cock lying limp and pretty pink against his stomach, utterly spent.
You’d ridden Yoongi until he was trembling, until his breath came out as gasps and not growls. Until his knot couldn’t even pop anymore and Namjoon had quite literally scruffed you to get you off of him. Too sensitive for anymore. Twitching duly when you’d popped off for the final time, a glob of cum leaking down your hole to your other one.
And yet, you could tell by the smell of him that Yoongi was drowning in ecstasy, nothing about his scent in pain or discomfort. You did a good job. Your pack had told you, you did.
But still, your mate needs his rest, in the meantime, the omegas can play.
The morning is thick and heavy, sunlight slow moving like honey when the alpha’s start to wake to the sound of soft breathy moans. the alpha's don’t immediately register that none of them are awake and that it’s purely omegan whines and whimpers that coat the air in the sound and smell of sweet pleasure.
Honey, cake, and cream.
Jungkook giggles softly, looking down and you can’t help but smile too- dopey. Fucked out. Fucked dumb. They’re not exactly surprised that you’ve gone non-verbal. Babbling only for Tae and Yoongi when they seriously prod you for a question.
This is just another spike of your heat only… you didn’t bother to wake your alpha’s up for it. You don’t really need your alpha’s knot when Koo is so soft and when Jinnie is- honestly very big for an omega, perfect enough for a bit of comfort in your hole.
But putting the pack omega’s cock all up inside you would not be good. You want to be good for Jungkook, your nestmate who has bitten you so thoroughly your skin aches from his teeth. From your chest to your shoulders and neck. To your hips and backside. Everywhere he’s bitten you up. So that anyone who sees you will know.
The three of you giggle and rub. What started as cuddling and a bit of grinding has become something different.
You and Jungkook hover above Jin lying down, Jungkook teased him a little bit ago for his grandpa's behavior, for not wanting to move and being too cozy. His omega cock stands hard and proud. Not terribly big, but not as small as Jungkook either. You and Jungkook seem not to notice the difference.
You and Jungkook sit perched above Seokjin, the pack omega’s hands roaming without care. His face is pink and his eyes are half closed, sleepy, and happy to let you and Jungkook take what you need.
At least Jin’s heat is near ending. Your and Jungkook’s roar in the meantime. You grind into each other, tummy to tummy, Jin below the two of you left to lazily rock up into the drippy sweet cleft between your pussy and Jungkook’s cock. It’s all very slick as you move against each other. Rubbing and grinding and giggling.
Hoseok blinks awake in the nest, picking himself up with a jerk.
A combination of your slick soaks Jin’s lap, and turns the grind sudsy, almost soapy as he slides up through your pussy kissing Jungkook’s cock. Omega’s do love to scent and rub and grind; you’re doing some mixture of the two. Not scissoring, but it would be scissoring if Jungkook had a pussy instead of the little nub he calls his cock. Jungkook reaches down, tapping his cock against your clit. You purr and squeak at it.
You’re… a bit of a mess, after having been fucked by every available alpha and Yoongi so hard like that earlier- your hole is a bit of a wreck, you're leaking slick and globs of alpha cum that Jin and Jungkook are only too possessive over. Pink when Jungkook reaches down to part your pussy with his hands and sees your wrecked entrance. He's too happy to smear it all over.
You can hardly blame Koo for his fascination, dragging his own little cock and forth between the mess. Putting his cock in (not that you can even close around it, small as Jungkook is) just to feel the heat of your body and what the alpha’s did to you.
It’s a good thing that most of Jungkook’s knot collection is locked safely away in the closet. Otherwise he might be tempted to see if you can take the largest one. The one that’s larger even than Namjoon that Jungkook's only managed to take on occasion when the pack feels like devoting multiple days into opening him up. The one that often leads to multiple days of aftercare because it actually is a little medically questionable for Jungkook to take.
Jungkook might have a bit of a thing for it; a size kink. thats never more apparent than when you're close. when he puts his hands around your waist and his hands almost meet. Watching you take things that look too big, that fuck you dumb like this is jungkook's favorite.
Now that the alphas aren’t making him feel so…so omegan, so fucked out. He’s sorry he missed most of it. He wants to see it again, wants to watch you get fucked open on namjoon's cock.
Jimin lifts his head from the nest, doing a double take and cursing when he realizes that it's not a wet dream just- just real. Namjoon rubs a hand across his jaw, sitting up on his knees in the half-darkness. Clearly he's been awake for a while. His hand goes ridged on Namjoon’s wrist but the pack alpha doesn't look down at him- he doesn't tear his eyes away from you three.
Namjoon’s cock presses up between his boxers, put on for modesty- and because normally omega’s in heat can’t be trusted not to get a little handsy. Hard, insistent. Now, Namjoon wishes that you'd get a little handsy. That would be better than just watching.
“You didn’t?…” he asks, trailing off. Namjoon swallows hard shaking his head. Namjoon already has his hand hooked into Hobi's collar, keeping him in place. Keeping him from interfering. Hobi lets out a lupine whimper. More a puppy than a man.
“Jin asked me not to intervene.”
The pack alpha’s restraint is legendary, especially when Jin giggles at the way you’re bouncing or trying to bounce on Jungkook’s cock. The pack omega tuts, and slips in besides Jungkook, half pushing him out of the way. Jimin starts, but there’s no reason to.
After fucking Namjoon there is more than enough room in your pussy.
The sight of you and Jungkook rubbing your used holes together is something that should honestly be recorded for the communal pack spank bank. The three of you pink-cheeked and healthy, and-
Knocked up. The three of you look like you’ve just been knocked up even though they know you haven't. Your skin glows healthy, your bodies supple and fed. Relaxed and loopy, showing the signs of the care the pack have lavished you with.
Jinnie's glowing too- skin smooth and blemishless, lips puffy and glossy from being kissed so much (as they should be). Although his glow is softer and less harsh. Jin’s heat is already ending, just another ten or so hours now. The fever quiets to a soft hush, a gentle need instead of a rabid one.
Was it the pack omega that dragged you and Jungkook to get off on top of him? It won’t be long now. Namjoon can tell you’re both close to cumming from the way you're shaking and the way Jungkook's breathing.
The slick glossy look of your thighs, your hiccups, the sight of Jin’s cock pressing between your slick folds, peaking out, rubbing against your clit, and the head of Jungkook’s little cock. The pack omega’s hands are hungry twitching as jin cranes back and inarticulately tucks his hands into both your holes. stroking both of them. Jin’s cheeks look round, pouting as he concentrates.
“Want pups, my pups, gimme,” you and Jungkook giggle, pressing sloppy kisses to each other’s mouths, Jinnie’s too- although the pack omega does little but pout and rock into the warmth. Into the wet.
The alpha’s watch and it’s torturous to keep themselves back. But they're good alpha's. When your and Jungkook's rocking reaches a fever's pitch and then quiets. Trembling and overwhelmed. Clinging to each other, threatening to topple.
When you’re finished there is more than one available knot, hard and aching, ready to sit on.
~-~
That’s not the last time that Jungkook seeks you out during his heat. far from it.
You’re not surprised that both his and yours have lasted longer than Jin’s (probably by a day or so). Your and his hormones spike and feed off each other, your heat spikes syncing until your packmates have to handle both of you at once. Your hand remains knotted with his, whining every time one of your alphas tries to cajole you gently away from him. Unwilling to be parted from him during knotting for comfort.
The lulls between Jin’s heat spikes get longer and longer while yours and Jungkook’s remain the same. Jungkook’s even speed up a little if anything.
Jungkook loves going into heat with you- he really does, it feels like he’s always reaching, always craning his neck to watch you. The tender nape of his neck is bruised from the number of times that the alphas have had to scruff him docile. All of him feels Bitten and nibbled at every available opportunity.
Really, Jungkook's sort of in heaven.
The alphas never throw him around the same way they do when he's in heat. They don’t treat him like he’s delicate, like he’s precious, especially with you around to dote on and fuss with. You take the brunt of Jin’s protective instinct too.
Jungkook can be as bratty as he wants, bite whichever alpha he wants, and chirp as long as he needs to. Outside of heat they rarely ever hold him down and make him take it. They always hold back. Only in heat at his most vulnerable do the alphas really stop treating him like he's fragile.
He likes pushing their buttons and making them bite. Now, Jungkook does it because he can't stand it.
Cute aggression? It must be cute aggression.
He wants to squeeze and nibble and wreck you, Watching as jimin tucks his face into your neck as his knot twitches, your entrances stretched tight around it and your legs wide open so that Yoongi can gift tortuously small touches to your clit, all but torturing it as you seem to squirt and squirt and squirt.
So much until you’re dripping around the hollow of his wrist. Your petal pink lips parted, ready for a nibble. He'd barely satiated his desire to mark you up earlier. The haze of hormones is thicker than smoke in the air, turning his brain mushy as he listens to Yoongi beg.
“One more, just one more for me. You made me cum until I couldn’t anymore so now it’s your turn.”
You sob, but thats not a no. Your knees get brought up. Cute, plush, like a fucking stuffed animal. Jungkook once again, gets the inexplicable urge to squeeze you.
The alpha's have you both pressed chest to chest. Underneath you, Jimin continues to drive his cock in smooth efficient bunches, a knot already popped inside. You'd asked him to be mean with it and sob you do. Begging and pleading for more more more at the same time you say you can't take another orgasam.
Jungkook remains above you on his hands and knees. Namjoon lies along Jungkook's spine. Punching a groan from Jungkook’s chest with every impossibly long and thick drag of his cock. Making the omega feel all of it.
A fresh wave of your slick squirts against jungkook's chest and Jungkook's arms buckle. He sort of falls half on top of you. Yoongi hums and puts Jungkook back on his hands and knees so that he can keep touching your pussy. Jungkook rests his body against Yoongi's arm to keep himself up. Mouth open.
Jungkook thinks he might imagine it. He must, because he can feel Namjoon’s cock pressing against his tummy, feel it as the bulge kisses your skin the give of your belly button.
Your giggle feels like a punch to his gut. As your hand slides up his slick stomach to palm at the belly bulge, touch him the same way he touched Namjoon's cock through you. He loves it. He presses his forehead against yours, your eyes just as dilated and as gone as his. Rubbing his face against yours in a half kiss- half scent mark.
There's a lot of squirting, mostly from you. Jungkook likes watching you squirt. It's so pretty.
Jimin yanks his knot out of your hole, a move that he wouldn’t be able to pull if you hadn’t been knotted by Namjoon recently. Perhaps inspired by watching you knotfuck Yoongi. Pulling at you so hard that it honestly to god looks like it hurts, it looks mean. It makes you squirt violently again against Jungkook's straining abdominal muscles.
Jungkook bites your cheek. Hmm, squishy.
He bites the other side, and it blooms under his teeth.
You tremble and almost seem to pass out of a second. And then- really do pass out once Namjoon pulls back, reaches around Jungkook, and says something to Yoongi, who pulls his fingers away from your clit, you jerk trying to chase the pleasure. Only to run headlong into Namjoon’s hand, landing hard over your clit.
You gush through Namjoon’s fingers, soaking the place where he and Jungkook join. At the same moment Namjoon shoves his slick-coated knot into Jungkook’s hole.
Your head lols back against Jimin's shoulder and you let out a single broken whimper. they're pushing you to your breaking point. (But you have a gut feeling that once you break and they put back together, you'll finally feel whole).
Across the nest, Jin perks up a little horrified. He's being fussed over by Tae and Hobi, happily doted upon while Hobi's knot rests safe inside. knot warming. Comforting Jin through the end of his heat. Hobi turns and Tae starts to get up to intervene but then-
Jungkook giggles at your sobs, lapping at your tears. Clenching wildly and grinding back against Namjoon’s knot, the pack alpha moves him so that Jungkook can press his lips to your slack mouth.
You blink, dazed, look up at him.
“Meanie Joonie” Jungkook giggles, the omegaspace haze so thick he can hardly string a coherent sentence together. “Meanie Minnie! Meanie Yoonie! Again! Wanna see!” Jungkook moves, trying to get his hand in between your legs to spank your clit again, but his swats don’t do anything, too gentle.
Jungkook is literally getting the daylights fucked out of him right now, he hardly has the energy to lift his own head, let alone spank your pussy the way he wants.
oh, after this heat, after this, he's going to have so much fun figuring out how much you can take.
Yoongi's teeth look incredibly sharp, a little feral at being asked. But Jimin nods and fuckes his knot out of you and Yoongi spanks your clit again. You've never squirted so many times in a row but you leak like a faucet now.
The next flood of your slick lands on Jungkook’s cock. Jutting against your stomach with the force of Namjoon’s thrusts. He giggles again. Shifting closer away from Namjoon- hissing at the tension around his knot. So that Jungkook can press your slick stained and swollen tummies together better.
When he cums too seconds later, from another brutal press of Namjoon’s knot to his prostate and a mean pinch to the head of his cock- he giggles and uses his hand to spread his spend over your stomach.
You’re already lost to exhaustion. But Jungkook pecks your nose, tucks his face under your throat, and goes right to sleep.
When Jungkook wakes, he's still like that. He's not being filled, and things are calmer.
The freshly fallen night is a hush on the edge of the nest, There is a different need coursing through him. A different sort of wanting. A physical hunger. His body is exhausted, sore, and bitten.
Your chest smells like Tae's lipstick, like her kisses. Jungkook’s pretty pretty pretty alpha, the prettiest alpha that is on the other side of the nest, talking with Jin and sharing soft kisses. She must have come over earlier to check on you, must have kissed you here.
Jungkook is dimly aware of her soft words, “Do you want a knot Jinnie? Some food? Some water? A cloth? How are you feeling? Does anywhere ache my love?”
Jin's answering hum is exhausted but happy. After a second he quietly admits, “My thighs hurt.”
Yoongi is summoned, Hobi too. To squeeze and help relax the pack omega. The sound of his squeaky laugh and shy moan a welcome return.
Jungkook dozes while you and Jinnie rest, his body over your body, lined up chest to chest, nuzzling first at your throat and then lower when Jungkook's instincts tug at him. The pack is not as worried about him being snappy. They've long since decided that whatever happened at the beginning of the heat was just that- an anomaly at the beginning. Both of your instincts settling.
But now, Jungkook crouches over you like an alpha might. Protective.
Possessive.
There is something syrupy sweet in the air, just below your skin. Jungkook couldn’t smell it until he started nosing at your throat, but now he can. Something laces through your veins, something that smells divine, something that he can almost taste, like sugar only sweeter.
He begins to move lower.
Your breasts smell like Tae, like alpha, they’ve been given so much attention, teeth marks and bruises line your areolas, Tae has sucked your nipples pink and sensitive and stiff puffy already. Imprints of Jungkook’s pretty alpha and her pretty teeth stay there like a shadow, a bruise. There is a word you call her, 'mommy.' He likes it when you call her that. It has Jungkook’s pretty alpha smelling muskier and impossibly prettier.
Jungkook’s mouth is perilously empty, it's starting to bother him. Jungkook lips his lips. Dry.
Her voice comes distant now, your hands push at Jungkook’s shoulders when he noses, but only briefly before Jungkook’s pretty alpha tuts, holding you still and keeping you from squirming as he noses, pushing through your sweet skin, searching for something. Girl omega’s are so soft. So soft everywhere.
Jungkook loves it. Is this Omegaspace? Or pupspace? Or some combination of the two.
Something starts squirming underneath him, a chest rising and falling, a heartbeat beating rabbit prey fast. But the squirming stops as quickly as it begins. Jungkook's pretty alpha looms closer, coming to see what you're fussing for and cooing at your quiet squeaks and chirps.
Tae's wrist is close, close to Jungkook's teeth as she grabs your wrist and holds you steady. Restraining you gently. “Let Jungkook have at you pup, he’s been a very good omega, don’t you want to help soothe him?”
Of course, Tae does not notice that Jungkook's going after something new, and does not notice that this isn't normal soothing. Sucking at your chest is her favorite thing. She doesn't think anything strange of Jungkook's hungry licking and desperate sucking.
There is some sweet whining on the edge of Jungkook’s senses. Independent of the sweetness beneath his nose, the warmth reaches his lips and he opens his mouth to suck. His breath going ragged.
Closer, closer still, warm and soft against his face, like a nest made flesh, like Jungkook’s nest in one person.
Jungkook sucks at your chest, lips pressing once they find the source of it- of that smell. Your nipple on the roof of his mouth is exactly what he'd been missing. Comforting. You are so soft, so soothing. He likes it. There is no fire from heat with you here at his front and yet, Jungkook still burns. The sweet smell under your skin is closer this way. Jungkook needs it, needs you like water. Clinging.
His taste buds spark with something, just a little at first then more the more that he sucks. Jungkook makes a soft sound and Tae just shushes him. Alpha, he wants to speak, alpha found it! His squishy Omegaspace brain wants to tell Tae. The urge to show and tell is quickly overridden by the need for more.
It's so sweet. So fatty that Jungkook's head spins. Mouth filling with liquid that tastes like you, but a bit like Jinnie too.
You taste Milky.
Jungkook's eyebrows come together and Tae teases, her fingers running against his cheek slowly filling. throat bobbing Her voice sounds like it does when she's grinning. Tae can be forgiven for not immediately realizing what’s happening because Jungkook is swallowing it down before any of it has a chance to make it to open air, gasping and sucking wildly. Hungry.
"Oh, tasting something good bunny?" Jungkook's sure she must be smiling even though his eyes are still closed. Still half asleep but waking up.
A little more, something hot and sweet fills his mouth, and Jungkook sucks it all down, more with every tight press of his lips. Your squirming stops and you sigh, going rim rod straight for a second and then relaxing.
You're staring up at Tae all dazed and cute, letting out sweet babbles of "mommy mommy-alpha mommy please." Your toes curling in the nest. But who knows what you're asking for.
tae reaches down and puts her fingers in your mouth, giving you something to suck at, quieting your desperate whimpers.
Jungkook doesn't like it, doesn't like her touching you. this milk is his- it belongs to him. The milk sweet and fatty fills his mouth, slowly at first, then more. You stop squirming below him, sighing in relief body going slack. Jungkook's arms go firm around your waist, holding you still, holding you close.
It's good, yummy even. Jungkook sucks more and more and more without really understanding. His heat-fried brain not sorting through the facts of the situation.
"Does Jungkook feel good little pup? Is he making you feel all tingly?" Tae teases, softly now, like she's conscious of the idea of waking everyone else up. She leans down crouching over to nip at your throat. Settling you. But there's nothing to settle, your head lol's to the side, staring blankly ahead. Whimpering. drooling around tae's fingers, she takes them out and slips them down your throat. stroking gently.
"Hopefully he doesn't bite you too sensitive because it's my turn once he's done, gonna squirm and cry for me gonna-" Tae breaks off, inhaling jagged.
Jungkook's tongue rolls against your nipple, keeping a small dribble from slipping down your body. Lips parted in ecstasy, a single drop drips from his tongue onto your skin, just a little.
But it's enough.
There is something pearly, dribbled down around your sternum. Almost translucent, but still white and cloudy.
Tae blinks like she can't really believe it.
Then she growls, loud, shocked. violent enough to wake the others. Whereas before she'd been stroking through Jungkook's hair, now her hand goes vicelike and tries to pull him off. Jungkook whines and squirms, unwilling to be parted from you until Tae growls again in warning.
Namjoon picks up his head from the nest at the sound. Jin blinks awake against his throat and Yoongi shifts and shuffles awake. Rubbing his eyes with a closed fist when he sits up.
When Tae finally succeeds in pulling him off of you, he looks almost hurt, pouting up at her. Tae's gaze eviscerates him. Their eyes narrow at the spill of it, the glimmer of milk on his lips. A bit of milk dribbles down Jungkook's cheek. Traveling down his collar bones to his pectorals and abs, gathering in his belly button, in the little furrow of skin between his lap and tummy.
Tae's finger gathers it on her fingertip and guides it back up to Jungkook's mouth, a breathless growl. Incredulous, near worshiping.
"Messy puppy."
How many more biological surprises could the pack possibly have in store for them? They're a little too tired to be particularly alarmed, and yet, they drag their bodies over. To make sure, to see.
To taste.
Hoseok hangs his head, his whine supine. "Jesus fucking Christ, you-" Namjoon looks away then looks back again. Like he can't quite bring himself to watch and can't quite tear his gaze away.
“I’ve only just gotten used to the idea of Yoongi knotting and now-"
Jin wordlessly rubs a hand over his face, Jimin doesn't say anything, trying to muscle Yoongi out of the way, looking down at you with something indescribable, at Jimin's movement, Namjoon's hands go to your elbow, your wrist, and Jin snaps.
"No, everyone behave. She is not a chew toy."
Everyone goes quiet, admonished. Tae continues to hold you, still looking down, and Jin realizes that if he's not careful, everyone is going to snap. Tae is going to snap. He can see it in the tremble of her body, the curl of her teeth over her lip, her control is seconds from snapping. Her scent spikes climbing higher and higher, almost smelling like she's in rut.
but you're his pup. jin bends under the force of his instincts, checking on your first. Jin leans over you, brushing the hair out of your eyes, and revealing your glassy fuzzy gaze.
"Daddy?" you ask, confused. Jin hasn't heard that name in a little while, not that he's complaining.
"Sweet little puppy, my sweet little pup, are you alright, is it too much?"
Your hand's press and release in the nest. "No just- just hurts- aches, Koo.” Your eyelashes flutter, “Koo makes it better.”
Jungkook is a possessive little thing, hisses and splutters and clings to your front. even as yoongi and namjoon try to get him off of you You squirm looking up at Tae and Yoongi and Jin, the haze cuts for a moment and they recognize your franticness as more than just overstimulation.
"Do you want us to get Jungkook off of you?" Yoongi asks, voice husky. Namjoon holds Jungkook prepared to wrench him off of you if you say so. Jungkook isn't in his right mind, but Yoongi can't help but watch as he sucks like a man starved, throat bobbing with every swallow. His cheeks warm and round-looking. Oh, oh this is-
Yoongi is getting hard. The skin around his new knot tugging. He really really thought that after this morning when you rode him like your life depended on it- that would have been that.
You nod then shake your head. "Want Mommy to choose- want Tae-tae."
Namjoon uses the hand in Jungkook’s hair to pick him up off of you for a second. Jin has to pinch the back of his neck to get his teeth to release. Your nipple is pink and bitten when his mouth finally leaves you.
They watch for a second, but it barely takes a moment before the milk is back, dribbling out, trailing down the curve of your breast. Jungkook is still half asleep. Shifting downward happily when he realizes the pack don’t mind it if he licks up whats spilled. Bending down to lap up what’s trailed down to your tummy and navel.
Tae's nostrils flare and her eyes are all pupil, dark and brown, and glassy. Yoongi jogs her out of her reverie.
"Tae." he asks, an edge of dominance to his voice that wouldn't have sounded the same yesterday, not before Yoongi had a knot. Yoongi shakes his head, wordlessly. And he sees Tae return to herself, just a little.
You squirm under Jungkook. Upset, lower lip wobbling. "No, I want, want Koo- it- it aches-" Tears bead at the edge of your eyes and Yoongi is not thinking, not truly, when he reaches down to feel.
You whine as Yoongi toys with your chest, fingers rubbing gently over your wet peaks, rolling them until more milk beads. Mesmerized. Slowly at first and then more aggressively, tugging at them until your back arches.
"Tae," Namjoon's voice is stressed, Jimin shuffles up beside her, offering a comforting touch on her shoulder. "Tae" Namjoon repeats, a bit more command in his voice, her gaze jerks up in his direction.
"Yes"
"Can you handle this without going into rut?"
"Yes alpha." Namjoon watches her for a second longer. Judging the haze in her eyes, and then tips his head down. Permission. But Namjoon is nearby, Namjoon is watchful and wont let any of them go too far.
It’s gentle- how the alphas manhandle you, placing you square in Namjoon's lap, reclining there for your mommy to have her turn. He can hold your wrists this way, you want to squirm, need to squirm. The ache is overwhelming. You just want to full feeling to end. Jungkook was so close to making it go away.
“Be still little treasure, sweet sweet pup, let Taetae have what’s hers.”
Jungkook tries to go back. But Tae doesn't let him, muscling him out of the way until she growls and nips. Speaking with snarls and whines and not with words. But Jungkook is but a pup beneath Tae's play wrestling. She's always been stronger than him and after a brief scuffle of push and pull, he whines. Resting his head on your shoulder.
Tae can hardly think through it. Her pup, her sweet little pup, chest swelling from her attention. Was it her sucking that did this? Was it her sucking that tugged your biological impulse until it shifted into real change?
You are so perfect she could cry, she could knot the air with how horny it makes her.
Tae looks at your face, your tears spill down your cheeks and your voice cracks, "Mommy?” you think if Tae checks, if she makes sure that you’re okay, everything will be fine.
Tae lowers herself gently over you, hair tickling your skin, and connects her mouth to your chest.
Tae is immediately gone, milk filling her mouth that tastes like ambrosia, like the heavens made liquid, like home. she grinds her popped knot against the nest as she sucks and sucks and sucks. immune to your squealing. Hand reaching down to paw uncaring of your overstimulation. You're as wet between your legs as you are on your chest. Her brain is a mess of more and more and more.
For a second, Tae's alpha convinces her that she's actually done it, she's actually pupped you. Why else would you be sweetening so much? Why else would you be like this, sweet and swollen on her tongue.
You're getting slick all over the nest again, Tae can feel slick gathering around her wrist, fingers losing their concentration, so focused on getting more milk in her mouth, sucking that she forgets to finger you properly. Your chest is so sensitive you feel like you could scream. Every suck makes you sob in overstimulation.
Above you, Yoongi curses.
Each packmate must have their turn with you, once they all rouse and confusion quickly melts away into downright giddiness. It's dizzying, your eyes are closed half the time, and the other half you're not sure you can make sense of what's infront of you either.
Brain settling into that place where everything feels good, where nothing matters but the pleasure and the soft praises falling from their mouths. Namjoon muscles Tae out of the way for a taste after she's turned slack-jawed and milk-drunk. And his spiky head pressed against your skin makes you feel- makes you-
Obey obey obey. You lose track of what’s happening, but your pack does give you what you want, what your body needs. You don’t have to squirm too much before someone, one of your alpha’s or is it Yoongi? Shuffling between your legs to bury his head in your chest.
Having them feed from you is a flurry of sensations. They bury their faces in your chest, hair tickles skin, stubble pressing. Someone giggles, Tae maybe. She presses a kiss to your button mouth. Eyes furrowed as you cry and cry and cry.
You don’t understand why you’re crying, why you’re overwhelmed. But you don’t need to think too hard about it or anything. Any needs that you do have are taken care of.
The pack always know what you need, that you need to feel steady, held and kept. the second you start to push. They restrain you.
Why would you even need a breeding bench when you have your packmates to keep you still? There are hands holding you down everywhere, your wrists, your ankles. Your knees. You push against their touch just to feel them put you in your place.
And as much as you struggle to admit it, you do feel better, and less tense. Less full. Less like a rubber band poised to snap when they pull back.
You cum like that, fingers in your pussy, mouth around your nipple. You don't know how much you have or how much milk they're taking from you but it's enough to leave the alpha's milk drunk and dopey. Even Jinnie is a little dazed from it when he has his turn.
It shouldn't surprise you that Yoongi is the gentlest, pushing Namjoon away after you've come, kissing him, cursing low at the taste in his mouth.
"Really hyung, your mate, fuck-"
"Fuck." Yoongi agrees. Nosing at your chest before he latches, lips sucking your nipple into his tongue, waiting for that first spark. And oh- oh- drinking from you feels like cuddling. You could call him a sap and you'd be right but there's something so instinctual about it. He knots and you give milk. Round and round your instincts go on the merry-go-round until both of you get off.
Who knows maybe your body stopped and waited to make the shift until Yoongi's did.
You only really squirm when Jin guides Hoseok down. He's blushy and tries to pull back, But the pack omega doesn’t take his shyness for an answer without a no. All pups need to eat, all pups need to get their fill. Your milk smells so sweet, so filling. Lifeblood and love and satisfaction made sustenance. Your body wouldn’t be milking up so nicely if it wasn’t for your alpha’s. They should taste the result of their efforts.
Hoseok only lets himself take one mouthful, shivers rising up and down his body before he moves aside and lets Jimin have a taste.
Jimin- who almost immediately tries to bite and snarl. Nipping at your skin when tae jerks him away from you by his hair maw open. He's barely had a sit but that's enough for Jimin to turn feral. Immediately straining, immediately pulled in your direction. A dark purple bruise is already forming around your nipple. Too rough, Jin fusses, pulling a blanket over to you, building a nest around your body.
"No Jiminie- bad!"
Namjoon takes Jimin from Tae. The alpha snarls and splutters but whines when Namjoon snaps at his throat.
You are not lucid, not really. Eyes closed and reaching for your packmates. Someone touches you, hands frantically checking your body- but you want to tell them that Jiminie really- he just got a little teethie. It's okay. You're fine!
Tae bends to kiss it better. They guard you while the sound of snarls sound from the other side of the nest. Namjoon dealing with Jimin. They guard you. Their sweet milky pup, who could possibly be more precious?
After Yoongi has another turn, you decide dimly that it's a good thing, your body moving the edge of its tolerance and doing this. Lactating. Swelling with milk. Maybe it's because it's been so long since you've gone into heat.
After a few minutes, the bellies of your pack are warm nourished, and full. It’s okay, you can sit here like this, open and still for each of them to take a taste. Sucking your nipples pink and puffy.
“Is it permanent?” Jungkook slurs when he’s woken up a bit, yawning until his jaw pops, milk-drunk and sleepy. Nuzzling into your shoulder while Jimin gives you so much attention that you’re squirming (this time wearing Namjoon’s collar since someone needed to hold onto him and keep him from biting).
His ass glows where he sprawls and every time he so much as threatens to growl Namjoon leans over and pinches his sore behind. A warning that everything, all that sweet sweet milk in his tummy. Belongs to Alpha. Jimin can only have it if he's good.
“Is it gonna be like this all the time?"
There is a computer-cracking light on the edge of the nest, a square of light that Namjoon clicks through. Licking his lips again, although your milk no longer coats them. He brought it out earlier when Jin had questions about Yoongi, but now he’s glad to have close access to it.
“It’s fairly common with female omega’s, something about the extra glands and phantom pregnancies.” Namjoon’s voice has gone from hoarse to strong. Your milk on his throat.
Namjoon looks at you, then blushes and looks away.
You don’t know if you’ve ever made Namjoon blush like that. You still lay prone, blinking up at Tae. Wordless. Your brain is small under the feeling of so much attention. A tension in you is released easily.
Jin gets up from the nest, so quick that he goes dizzy, he’s wearing boxers now, boxers, and a big shirt. Jin too had tasted you. A few swallows. Good, it tasted so good. But your head lolls in the nest to the side, letting out little shallow breaths as Jimin sucks at your chest, your other breast still swollen looking.
Oh, Jin's little pup. You're being so good.
Jin’s instincts bear down on him. An impressive weight that makes him buckle. “I need to go cook something. If everyone's going to eat but her- that’s- I-” Jin huffs and makes to leave the nest in a huff. determined and not the least bit wobbly.
Hoseok trails after. Lips glossy from milk, too flushed to think straight, tripping on the edge of the nest and hitting the door on the way out. Embarrassed a little- but then again everyone is paying attention to you so it goes without teasing.
Huh, the pack omega is leaving the nest. Does that mean the heat is over?
No not quite, you and Jungkook still burn with fever. It's just Jin's heat that's ended. Who knows, maybe one sip of your milk had his body reacting, reassuring him that the work is done, at least one omega got pupped during this heat (you certainly did not get pupped, the contraceptive did its duty, but your confused body has Jin's confused as well).
Although you squirmed initially, the fact of the matter is that once everyone's had a sip, your nipple sucked hard and glossy- it’s a little hard not to need it. The release of pressure, the tension. Your body makes more the more they suck.
You try to enjoy breakfast once Jin's made it, feeling warm and sleepy, bites fed to your mouth. Chewing and swallowing obediently. But it’s hard, you’re so tired. Unable to hold yourself up no matter how much they try and get you to. Limp propped against Yoongi's chest, Namjoon's, your body so heavy and so tired and now sore the second someone stops sucking.
No sooner has Yoongi slipped one of Hoseok’s shirts over your head than has wetness started to gather at the front and an uncomfortable pressure began to build. They give up and take it off because Tae is eyeing you hungrily and really. Your whines of displeasure and teary eyes are too much for them to handle. Simultaneously denied and overstimulated.
Tae sets you back against Jimin’s chest, the alpha holding around your middle. She may have had one sip earlier but now that they’ve established that yes feeding from you is something you need she’s going to hog you.
She ducks low, kissing your nose, your lips, your chin before she buries her head where you’re softest.
“Mommy mommy please.” You whine as she teases, using just her lips to mouth there, waiting until milk beads, sensitive, slip down your skin to lap it all up.
“Oh little pup, don’t want to let any go to waste? We can’t have that. You’re so sweet like this. How good you are- how lucky we are. Alpha’s fucked you so good you can’t help but milk up huh? Wanted a pup so bad that your body caught on before a pup did huh? How cute. Aren’t we so lucky Minnie?”
“So lucky,” Jimin groans, holding around your middle, hands pressed to your stomach. Slipping lower as Tae sucks.
There is some hushed whispering, a rustle of bed sheets, you blink up at the ceiling, and then a vibration sounds, and you let out a broken, “oh.” as it starts.
You turn, look, and Yoongi grins, tears bead at the corner of your eyes, but it’s hard not to rock up into it. You remember- the alphas putting a collection of vibrators and knots and dildos on the edge of the nest, in case they needed them. But it's a good reward now, an easy orgasm that hits you warm.
Your body is hungry for pleasure, endlessly hungry for it in heat. Tae laps up the center of your chest while she switches from tit to tit, both milk and sweat. Feral as she does it, a look down at her says her eyes are dark, teeth sharp.
But she’s so careful, so gentle as she sucks. Yoongi turns the vibration up higher, and you jerk, or try to. Sandwich in on all sides. Surrounded by them, carried to the precipice of pleasure by the vibrator pressed to your clit, keeping you pinned there beneath the waves of pleasure. So much. Too much. Your body is so sensitive from the last three days of this. You can’t possibly handle it.
“Can’t cum again, can’t Mommy, too- too little. Too much.” You babble, but Tae tuts. Pulling off of you, a bead of milk on her pink lips.
“Good pups cum as many times as their Mommy wants them to, come on pup, make a mess all over Mommy’s dress for me."
You obey her with a broken whimper.
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notes:
namjoon is so fucking horny when he's talking about yoongi's knot and i lowkey love it, how kinda like- obviously guided by hornyness he is.
also it is 1000% the mating mark that's making yoongi have a knot like- his biology is all fucked up because beta's aren't supposed to mate, the hormones in his body that keep him neutral are being kinda 'adjusted' by the m/c's slick and mark and hormones.
me 🤝 the m/c, wanting to bite yoongi's nose.
i really wanted the scene with yoongi and the m/c to kinda be like- a final opus and like super intense, how did i do?
i struggled with writing some of the dialogue in this initially- which is so /not/ how writing usually goes for me, usually the dialogue is very easy to me but i worry that i'm getting a bit repetitive with my kinks.
honestly why do i feel the need to make the smut poetic like??? is this only for me or is this a thing???? "Yoongi fucks the same way he talks, sweet but firm. he cums that way too. Warm and slow. You feel every syllable and every drop." like thats so pretty.
the m/c bites tae because she's making yoongi overwhelmed and that's the m/cs job 😠.
okay but the reason why i describe yoongi as breathing heavy is because i personally may have...stumbled uppon a audio of his breathes and him breathing heavy and fuck if that isn't hot.
part of yoongi's smutt scene was inspired by badoobee's 'real man' so yeah, i don't really really really like the message of her song, but it is sexy so 🤷♀️
yoongi with the life fucked out of him: 😵💫 mc: i did a good job 🥰 honestly though in my mind he has trouble being in the same room as her after she litterally rides him until he can't cum anymore.
honestly jk and her holding hands while they're both getting fucked is such a cute image like fuck i love them so much. i love this version of jungkook so much- i'll always be happy with his charecter in bily.
dang, i really did make jungkook's parts super super horny.
i feel like everyone who reads this should know it's completely possible to make yourself lactate just from nipple stimulation like- even if you're male. lowkey when am i going to write a normal non-abo total power exchange fic with cisswap taegi turning the m/c into their little milksub, and they decide (because the m/c's mommies know best) that they'll put her through a sucking schedule to see if they can make her chest turn milky as an experiment! only to offer her milk up to all their friends ie the rest of bts, bonus points if she starts leaking when they're at a normal friend gathering and it turns into everyone trying it.
Similarly to how yoongi always pops a knot after this, i think the m/c also lactates through every heat after this. and then one day in the distant future after one heat it just...doesn't stop. And the pack realize it's a sign that she actually /does/ want to be knocked up or at least her inner omega has decided she's ready to actually be bred.
is this self indulgent? yes. do i care? no.
even i have to admit that i'm a little bit tired of writing smutt at this point tbh...but luckily we have just one chapter after this with smutt! and it's mostly aftercare and a lovely little spanking scene <3
