ANG YOU NEEEED TO WRITE AN SMAU BASED ON THE WRONG SEND TREND ON TIKTOK
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ANG YOU NEEEED TO WRITE AN SMAU BASED ON THE WRONG SEND TREND ON TIKTOK
i was bored so hereâs my interpretation of that trend except jungkook is your situationshipâs best friend and he can treat you better đđ

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mutual help, help wanted and fmu updates in the same week...I'm in heaven
first gemini and now chris brđ¤˘wn... sorry, but I'm not going to repost hobis stories here
So why would you leave me with a pit in my stomach and a face of disgust?
BOUND BY VOWS â M. LIST
your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkookâs unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together startsâan emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love
pairing â dom!jungkook x sub!femreader
genre â arranged marriage au, forced marriage, marriage of convenience, age gap, reader is of age, forbidden love, forced proximity, enemies to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, rich ceo!jungkook, shy!reader, virgin!reader, poor!reader, obsession and possessive love, pining, slow burn, contrast of worlds, romance, drama, lots of angst, smut, fluff
warnings â 18+, explicit sex scenes, mature themes, forced marriage, emotional abuse and trauma, dark aspects, daddy issues, domestic violence references, mental health themes and struggles, smoking and drinking, grief and loss, each chapter contains their individual warnings (reader discretion is advised due to the intense, dark and potentially triggering content)
status â ongoing
taglist â [open]
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INDEX
⤡ 01 : a deal for her hand  6.8k
âyouâre getting married. in a week. to jeon jungkook.â
⤡ 02 : forced to say 'i do'  5.2k
âyouâre a monster just like him! iâll never forgive you or think this is okay. youâyou bought me and i'll hate you for it every day for the rest of my life!â
⤡ 03 : strangers under the same roof  12.3k
âyouâve been through a lot, y/n. i see it in your eyes, but you're still here, still fighting⌠thatâs not weakness. thatâs a strength most people donât have.â
⤡ 04 : an agreement between us  8.9k
âi married you, y/n because i wanted you, because you made me feel something for the first time in years. i wanted to protect you, to give you everything and now i'm the one paying for your father's lies.â
⤡ 05 : unspoken truths and comfort  7.2k
âuntil i saw you that day at your house, when your father brought you to me and you were so⌠alive, so sweet, even with all the sadness in your eyes. i wanted you.. not just to have you but to make you happy, to give you everything i never had.â
⤡ 06 : healing in his hold  11.2k
âtouch my wife again and you wonât live long enough to regret it. sheâs my woman⌠and you know exactly how possessive i get when someone dares to lay a hand on whatâs mine.â
⤡ 07 : soft edges of us  9.3k
âyouâve been through enough. you donât have to hide your pain, not from me. if you're hurting or if you need somethingâtell me. iâm here, i want to be here.â
⤡ 08 : losing ourselves in maldives  10k
âyouâre such a dirty little thing, arenât you? sitting there watching me jerk off? you wish that i was fucking your pussy instead huh?â
⤡ 09 : another day in paradise  14.6k
âiâve never wanted a woman like this never begged on my knees for anyone but you, fuck⌠iâve wanted you since the day i saw you.â
⤡ 10 : is it the end of us?  12.6k
âyouâre everything to me, y/n. iâd never hurt you, iâd rather die than do that. just let me explain once just hear me outââ
⤡ 11 : maybe it's really a sad ending  5.4k
âyou don't get to say anything about her or tell me to let her go. she's my everything you don't know what it's like to love her so much that it hurts, only for it to lose it all in a day.â
⤡ 12 : us against the world  21.5k
âiâd chase you to the ends of the earth baby, no matter what it takes.â
⤡ 13 : sex & love  26k
âtell me angel, do you want me to watch you being such a naughty girl? want me to see how wet you get thinking about me fucking you raw right there, bending you over and filling you up?â
⤡ 13.5 : our first time  21k
âi want you to fuck me like you hate me. like youâve wanted to break me for weeks.â
⤡ 14 : afterglow and filthy desires  41.6k
âyou promise you will fuck my ass one day?â
⤡ 14.5 : switchin' the positions for you  14k
âthat's it koo⌠eat my pussy like a good boy.â
⤡ 15 : [ to be released. ]
EXTRAS
⤡ Q&A with bbv!characters
⤡ teaser
⤡ bbv!jungkook
⤡ moodboard/aesthetic created by some of my lovely readers
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THE ART OF PRETENDING â JJK
summary ŕź.° when you and jungkook show up to your much anticipated graduation trip and realise neither of you had the guts to tell your friends about your recent break up, thereâs only one thing you can do to keep the trip from falling apart: pretend. but somewhere between fake kisses and real feelings, you start to wonder if letting go was ever the right choice at all.
pairing⌠jeon jungkook x f!reader
genre/warnings⌠exes to lovers, fake dating, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, a LOT of angst, fluff, (eventual) explicit sexual content, swearing, alcohol consumption, ft. seokjin, namjoon, hoseok, jimin, taehyung, yoongi + four female ocs, other chapter specific tags
total word count⌠48.4k
status⌠COMPLETED
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CHAPTERS
00 â teaser ( 1.0k )
01 â the way things go ( 4.9k )
âwe dated for four years. whatâs one more week gonna do?â
02 â broken cd ( 4.9k )
âyeah. you gave up your right to guess what matters to me.â
03 â ivy ( 5.5k )
âcâmon. i kept you from passing out on the kitchen floor. thatâs at least worth a bite.â
04 â halleyâs comet ( 5.2k )
âyou donât justâ touch me like that anymore.â
05 â anything ( 8.1k )
âi donât want you to regret anything.â âthen make sure i donât.â
06 â tv ( 4.6k )
âiâm sorry it didnât mean anything, okay?â
07 â zombie girl ( 7.7k )
âyouâre a fucking idiot.â
08 â lover, you shouldâve come over ( 7.7k )
âi wasnât planning to call.â
epilogue â butterfly ( 2.5k )
"i love you more."
written by GGUKIVRSE | â divider credits.
Iâm not even exaggerating this picture just slapped my clit and spit in my mouth.
crazy how much i could get done if i didn't have "doesn't want to do things" disorder
BACKSHOTS ⎠JJK
in which jungkook fucks his girlfriend raw in the middle of a performance because he's addicted to that pussy.
⪠PAIRING ⍠: idol bf!jungkook x gf!f.reader
⪠GENRE ⍠: established relationship au, porn with no plot, smut and fluff
⪠WARNINGS ⍠: 18+, explicit smut, semi public sex, quickie, rough sex, doggy style, unprotected sex, penetrative vaginal sex against the wall, praise kink, dirty talk and degradation, he calls her a slut, size difference, spanking, manhandling, lots of clit play, makeout, scratching, mentions of pain, creampie, slight overstimulation and orgasm control, he gives it to her hard, a little breeding kink, cum play, use of panties as a plug to keep the load in
⪠WC ⍠: 2.2k
⪠NOTE ⍠: couldn't help myself so i wrote a quick smut drabble cos i've been feral since watching jungkook perform in that jacket, i felt like you naughty girls deserved to join in on the fun so enjoy reading and wet dreams ! <33
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âwait for me baby, don't go anywhere.â
that was what your boyfriend jungkook had rasped two hours ago after kissing you breathless enough to leave your legs shaky and then he ran back onstage.
you stood just off the main stage, your heart pounding in your chest, feeling the sexual desire wafting between you both even though he was away giving all his energy and power to singing and dancing with his members.
but you only got the version of him no one else got or knew about, the one who glanced toward you between songs, eyes locking on yours with a hunger that had nothing to do with the performance.
it was as if he were giving his own personal sultry show to you instead of thousands of fans screaming his name.
you watched a droplet of sweat trace a line down the middle of his chest almost pornographically, like it begged for your tongue to lick it right off and you wanted to so badly.
now during the short break after one of their songs, jungkook jogged offstage for a quick towel and water, his denim jacket with nothing underneath parted to show off his sweat slick muscular body, his jeans low enough to show off the tiny hint of his calvin klein underwear.
he tossed the towel aside and made a beeline straight for you, ignoring the staff calling after him.
âfuck i've been thinking about you the whole time.â
his voice was husky from singing, a little breathless as well, he grabbed your wrist impatiently before you could even reply and pulled you deeper into the backstage down the corridor for more privacy.
âi can't focus when i know you're right there watching me.â
âjungkook the performance and the fansââ
you started but your protest melted into a gasp as he pushed you against the wall directly out of sight.
âthey can handle the next song. i need you now.â he grumbles.
his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust and with pent up energy that he wants to take out on you.
he spun you around without waiting, pressing your chest against the wall, his front molding to your back as you felt the hard line of his erection already straining against his jeans.
âit's been hard since i saw this tight little ass in those jeans.â
âkook...â
you whimpered at his words, your back already arching for him, your eyes growing half lidded.
âgod i love it when you call me that.â he rushes out.
his hands moved fast before you could even catch a breath, yanking your jeans and your panties down your thigh in one rough tug.
you could hear the cheers of the crowd and the beat of the music still playing, everything made you both feel alive and the thrill that you both might get caught at any second, yet instead of stopping you it made you hornier, your pussy giving a twitch.
âshitt you're already wet.â
jungkook groaned low, one hand sliding between your legs to tease your folds, feeling the copious amounts of arousal you leaked.
his fingers were so skilled, always knowing how to find your clit like an expert and it makes you shudder each time as he circles your clit once twice before dipping inside just enough to make your knees buckle but not fully inside, just giving you a little taste of what's about to come.
âall this for me hmm? while i was out there dancing?â
you bit your lip hard, nodding frantically.
âyes kook p-please...â you panted.
he chuckled as he grabbed your hips, leaning down to nip at your earlobe.
âatta girl, keep quiet for me yeah? can't have them hearing how i fuck my baby backstage.â
he pulled the zipper down, freeing himself, his cock hard and throbbing hotly, precum already beading at the tip.
he rubbed it along your slit coating himself in your essence, letting out a string of curses at the warm feeling of you.
there was no time for foreplay and time was running by fast and he had to join everyone on the stage so he didn't wanna waste any time.
jungkook was big, always had been and each time he decided to impale you on his cock, it felt like the very first time even though the stretch had gotten familiar.
âahh... yesâŚâ
you let out a long relieved whine at the feeling of him coming home inside you as he pushed in slowly inch by inch, intentionally letting you feel every ridge and vein of his dick and how he twitches inside you.
âfuuuuck...â
he hissed through gritted teeth, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he felt your pussy clench on him, welcoming him inside with a wet hungry swallow like it'd been dying for him to be inside.
his one hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, the other hand on the wall above your head.
âso tight, always so fucking perfect for me.â
he growls and grunts like a madman and you respond with a moan of yours.
he bottomed out with a deep,manly noise and he watched with hooded eyes at the way your ass quivers.
the fullness was overwhelming, his cock buried deep and pressing against that spot inside you that made you see stars behind your eyelids.
for a second he just stayed there, breathing hard, both of you listening to the crowd outside, then he started moving and you were already a squirmy mess.
backshots or whatever they called it.
receiving that from him always turns your brain to mush and it felt like he was literally rearranging your insides.
hard, quick, yet rough thrusts that only happened when he was trying to make you cum fast and with each thrust from him, you rocked harder against the wall, your hand scrambling to grab onto something and not being able to help yourself, you gripped his hand tightly, your nails digging into it and the pain fueled him even more.
the angle was perfect and with every thrust he reached that special spot inside you.
his hips moved like a needle does on a sewing machine, your tongue lolls out lewdly, almost drooling in the mindless pleasure.
squelch. squelch. squelch.
obscene noises were made each time he pumped in and out and in and out, his heavy balls slapping against your clit, sending jolts through you.
each thrust made your breasts bounce under your top, nubs hard and aching against the fabric.
âlisten to that!â he snarls.
âhear how wet you are? taking my cock so willingly while everyone out there thinks i'm just taking a break.â
you sobbed, trying to muffle it against your arm though it didn't do much help anyways.
âkook⌠faster p-please, i needââ
he didn't let you finish your words because he obliged instantly, picking up the pace, his hips slamming inside you.
the same control he used on stage now driving you into insanity.
sweat dripped from his hair and onto your back, his free hand snaked around you to rub your clit in a tight fast rubs, matching the brutal rhythm of his cock.
your lips remained perpetually parted, letting out little âuh uh uhsâ with each of his thrusts, not having any control to hold yourself up, your body was held like a ragdoll with one of his arms alone.
âyeah uh huh? you like this?â
he asks, mockingly imitating one of your noises with a breathless chuckle.
âoh god..â
you mewled, not even processing his words enough to reply to him.
âanswer me when i ask a question. tell me, do you like getting pounded like a secret slut while i'm supposed to be performing?â
he lets out an animalistic sound, his palm coming down to give a sharp spank on your butt cheek, most definitely leaving a red handprint there.
ânhnnmm ahh y-yes so good. i want more. i want more pleaseee.â
you choked out letting out quiet squeals, unable to keep up with his fucking while he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his head falling back, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
âof course you want more, this pussy never gets enough does it huh? so greedy.â
he gives you a few more hard thrusts, his hips circling occasionally doing that grinding rhythm that makes your toes curl while you start fluttering hard around him as if trying to just trap him inside you forever.
âdammit you feel so good, g-gonna cum so hard inside you baby.â
he stutters, his brows furrowing.
the pressure was starting to build fast so fast, from the way he dominated you, from his words, the rush of adrenaline and everything else... it was too much yet so amazing at the same time.
you wanted more, more and more.
your head thrashed side to side as you felt like he'd just hit deep inside your stomach, your hand scratching red lines on his tattooed wrist.
âyesâyesâyesââ
you yelped, trembling uncontrollably as you felt so near to your orgasm.
âthat's it cum on my cock, let me feel you.â
he starts pounding you, angling your hips, manhandling you so he's able to reach the depths inside you that you didn't even know existed.
his hand quickening on your clit, doing that side to side and up and down motions on your clit, he knows it drives you a little insane.
he knows that you love it when he plays around with that little sensitive button of yours.
when he decides to pinch it between two fingers and holding on while delivering sharp thrusts, did it finally break you.
you came with a loud scream that ended in a wail.
âhahhh!â
your pussy pulses around his pistoning length, milking him, making his pace falter at the heavenly feeling of you cumming around him.
but he soon picked back up, fucking you through it and chasing his own release while making your juices splash everywhere making a mess on the floor beneath you.
his breaths turned ragged, thrusts losing their rhythm as he got closer and closer.
thrust. thrust. thrust.
âgonna fill this cunt up baby ughh!â
he hisses, slapping his palm beside your head as he buried himself to the hilt and came.
âmmmph..â
you let out a pathetic muffled noise as hot spurts of his cum filled you to the brim, leaving so much of the white mess as he ground his hips slowly, murmuring expletives while pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder.
for a long moment you both just panted, bodies locked together, both of you throbbing in the same way with heartbeats racing together.
he didn't wanna leave you so soon or lose the feel of this sweet cunt wrapped around him that he was addicted to but time was almost up, he could hear the members getting ready and the staff calling for his name.
with a reluctant groan, he pulled out slowly with a grunt and an âohhâ leaves you from the empty incomplete feeling.
your pussy gaping right in front of his eyes, leaking his cum as if saying without words how much she misses him already, he had to force his eyes away or else he'd probably just cancel everything and throw you over his shoulder and take you back to the hotel.
he pulled you close pushing your panties and jeans up, smoothing over them while you squirmed at the sodden feeling but the way he held you tighter confirmed that this was exactly what he wanted.
âyou okay?â
he asked, eyes searching yours with concern and cups your cheek.
you nodded, a wanton moan leaving you as he kissed you deeply, tongue tangling with yours, tasting your cherry chapstick and your natural taste that he knows by heart.
âi love you so much, i will be finishing the show as soon as possible and then i will take you back to the hotel to finish this properly, you get me yeah?â
he patted your clothed butt and you giggled even as your legs still trembled a bit as he leaned down to steal another kiss.
âi love you too, go kill the rest of the performance pretty boy.â you cooed.
he grinned at the praise, cheeks flushing, that bunny toothed smile breaking through the post sex haze which you adored so much.
he adjusted his earpiece and took a few steps forward but he paused and turned to look back at you.
âkeep those panties on, i want my cum leaking out of you when i come back to you.â
he winks, wiping sweat from his brows and rushing back toward the stage as if nothing had happened and he hadn't just said the filthiest thing ever.
you leaned against the wall with a giddy laugh, catching your breath, feeling his cum slowly start to sweep into your panties.
you watched him rejoin his members and dance like he hadn't just ruined you backstage.
your beautiful man is glowing even more now.
but one thing he didn't forget to do every now and then was look back at you with that secret smirk.
the world wanted him, yet you had him all to yourself and you never felt more lucky.
he was yours and you were his, it was a forever kinda thing.
you watched his tongue trace his bottom lip while singing and watching you with bedroom eyes.
it was a promise of what was to come.
you knew the night was far from over.
you couldn't wait.
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hii, are u comfortable with writing teacher x student trope?
chalk dust. jjk
pairing: professor!jk x delinquent!reader
wc: 6.2k
warnings: englishteacher!jk, softdom!jk, strict!jk, badgirl!reader, obsessive!reader, reader is a crazy tease but goes soft for jk, reader is of age, dorm sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), head pushing, light fingering (f receiving), pet names, creampie, this is absolute filth
a/n: tysm anon for requesting !! not only am i comfortable, but i lowkey love this trope and can feel a series blossoming⌠chalk dust jk⢠has a nice ring to it no?
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professor jeon was a poised man.  he was intricate, careful, took pride in his control and restraint.  he was a man who showed no weakness â and you were a girl who had nothing to lose.
it was your first semester at your new college prior to transferring, due to letâs say⌠academic differences.  you were never the perfect student, far from it.  you skipped class, kicked cigarette butts out your dormitory window, and scrawled half-assed answers on nearly all your assignments.  all but your english assignments at least. Â
english was always different to you though, more specifically; poetry.  you didnât always try, but the moment your pen hit the paper, you found yourself peeling open like an onion, exposing sides to yourself you never even knew were there.  and the topics that fell from your ink were never those that were comfortable for a casual reader â they were deep, intimate, and often times inappropriate for even a college school setting⌠especially when you wrote about him.
you had never been attracted to a teacher before, so it caught you off guard the way you would purposefully linger after class was over just to breathe in his air a little longer.  but something about him was so compelling to you, especially the thought of making him lose control, break the rules just for once, just long enough for him to take you on his desk and leave ink stains on your skirt.
âwhat did you think, miss y/l/n?â his words cut you out of your daydream that isnât entirely innocent as you realize you had been drifting longer than anticipated.  he looked too good today⌠too good for you to stay focused.
âiâm sorry?â you blink up at him slowly.  you should feel embarrassed that you were caught red handed, anyone else wouldâve been, but not you.
âwhat do you think wilde meant when he wrote, âthe only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.ââ his calloused hands with traces of chalk etch the sides of the book as his eyes thin out in front of you.  he was the greatest test of all, a test of how far you could truly go to get something you want.
âare you asking for a literary analysis, sir?â the way you speak isnât particularly respectful, but itâs laced with something else, something only professor jeon is able to catch on to, as most of the other students in your incredibly small class were paying attention elsewhere.
âthat is the expectation, yes.â
âexpectation⌠right.â you huff as you lean back in your chair, your voice coming out in a way thatâs confident⌠too knowing.  âwell itâs just an excuse, isnât it?  wilde isnât talking about temptation as a fleeting thing, heâs saying that once the thought exists, once youâve imagined it⌠youâre already lost.  the real choice left is whether you act on it or let it fester.â
the class is still, no one seeming to notice the change in atmosphere, the subtle weight of your words, except professor jeon.  his jaw tenses slightly as his eyes narrow in your direction, reading between the lines of your words, the distinct way you looked at him while speaking, the smirk threatening to tug at your lips.
âthatâs quite the interpretation.â
âmaybe, but itâs the truth.  wilde knew that resisting something only gives it more power.  because the moment you tell yourself you shouldnât think about something⌠itâs already all you can think about.â your head subconsciously cocks to the side as your smirk now turns into a devious smile.  your eyes rake his body language carefully as you admire the way he lets out a slow exhale at your words, his eyes never leaving yours.  he should move on, call on someone else, change the topic at least, but for a fraction of a second, he forgets how to breathe.
âmoving on.â he turns away from you, his voice sharp as his attention falls onto the chalk board behind him, outlining a different subject that he deems more pressing than entertaining your obviously suspicious behavior.
but you, your work here is done, as youâve already planted the seed.  in fact, you had been planting seeds for quite some time now, and the biggest one was going to come to fruition in about 21 minutes.  your eyes flick over to the clock on the wall, the smallest hand ticking painfully slow as you recall the previous night.  your hands fighting for breath as you wrote vigorously in your 3-ring notebook.  you purposely bought a red one so it would easier garner his attention, but what would really catch his eye were the words written throughout the pages.
because see, it wasnât just a normal red notebook, it was a confession â of boredom, of frustration, of a sharp, all-consuming fascination with him.  your words were far from innocent, phrases and long run-on sentences describing the way he runs a finger over his mouth when heâs thinking, or the way his voice shifts when heâs discussing mature themes.  you wonder, in writing, what it would take to make him snap.  and youâre ready to plant it right where he can see, where his all too curious mind will force him to keep reading, even when he knows itâs wrong.
you feel your breath hitch in your throat as the bell rings abruptly, ripping you from your devious daydream of what only felt like a couple minutes.  you struggle to hide the growing smirk on your face as you hurriedly throw everything in your bag, everything except one simple red notebook, and quickly rush out the door.
normally youâd take your time, enjoy the scenery and take one final smell of the chalk infested air before retreating his classroom for the day, but not this time.  you couldnât risk premature exposure, everything had to go according to plan, and you had a slight feeling it already was.
professor jeonâs eyes flick across the room before realizing how quickly it had emptied.  normally there were a few stragglers, at least just you, but today there was nothing.
he lets out a long sigh as he turns back to the chalkboard, bringing an eraser up to his already forgotten lecture and wiping it clean, ready for whatever tomorrow may bring.  his mind danced between a new topic within wildeâs book, and something slightly more intense â you.
you were always a question mark in his mind, a level of confusion he never quite knew how to decipher.  you were incredibly smart, and anyone with a brain could see that, but you werenât nearly as dedicated as you could be.  you didnât participate in any extracurricular activities that would distract you from your school work, nor did you get involved in any on-campus drama.  yet you were still completely, and purposefully disobedient.  it was almost as if you couldnât care less about your education, nevermind the topics you always found a way to bring up in class.  it was almost as if you were trying to crawl under his skin, infest his mind with your out of control behavior.  it was nearly intolerable.
he turned away from the board and his eyes quickly fell on a notebook, a red one.  he felt a brow quirk on his face subconsciously and before he knew it he was already taking leaping strides towards your desk.
you always submitted such incredible work.  whether it could be considered inappropriate, or slightly out of range of what you had been discussing in class, it always found a way to linger in his mind, leave him questioning even his own class regimen.
before he was able to decide whether or not reading what couldâve been your personal work was an appropriate thing to do, he was already turning the pages to reveal your most intense inner thoughts.
his eyes widen as he finally realizes â the true extent to all your subtle innuendos, every time your eyes lingered on his longer during class, the way you would let out a gentle exhale of relief as he would call your name⌠it was all starting to make sense.
and not only that, but they were dated.  they werenât simple mindless phrases or sexual references sprawled across the paper with no direction.  they were organized, almost like a collection of memories, of fleeting thoughts that you wanted to last longer.
september 14
Maybe he thinks restraint is noble. That if he denies it long enough, it will dissolve into nothing. But thatâs the thing about hunger, isnât it? It doesnât go away. It just waits.
september 29
I started a new habit todayâwriting things just for him. Slipping them between the lines of my essays, curling them into the margins of books I know heâll flip through. I wonder if, when he reads them, he feels it. That sharp, electric jolt of knowing something he shouldnât.
October 25th
Tonight, I had a thought I shouldnât have.
I imagined the momentâthe exact momentâwhen he gives in. The silence before it. The way his breath would hitch, the way heâd close his eyes just for a second too long. The way his hands, always so careful, would finally stop hesitating.
he feels his blood thicken as he continues to read, the words rambling through his mind anxiously as if theyâd have no ending.  his heart rate quickens, his hands gripping the notebook tighter as he flips through the pages at lightening speed, barely slow enough to properly digest the gravity of your writing â until he lands on the final page.
his mind stutters as he arrives at the final entry, your handwriting much clearer now and he can almost hear your voice speaking it with perfect confidence and dictation.
October 31st
I wasnât going to write this down. I wasnât going to let it exist anywhere but inside my head, but I need to let it out.
I want him.  Not in a way I should.
I want him in a way that sits heavy in my chest, in a way that makes it hard to breathe when heâs too close. In a way that keeps me up at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering what it would take to make him finally snap.
And I wonderâif I stepped too close, if I said something I shouldnât, if I askedâwould he?
I think I want to find out.
he feels a lump crawl at his throat as his eyes fall to the bottom of the page, meeting your perfect handwriting in a lighter, much smaller format.
If youâre reading this, then I already won.
after a few painfully long moments, he finally lets out the gasp of air he had been holding in the moment his finger tips met the notebook.  and for a second, just a second, he imagines it too â the feeling of losing control.  itâs just enough to scare him into putting your notebook back down, but not enough to shake away the tugging in his loins and the burning in his chest.
he finds himself pacing, more than heâs probably ever done before.  his feet driving him in circles with his hands in his air as he realizes what heâs done, the situation heâs put himself in.  someone whoâs normally so controlled, prepared for nearly any situation, is suddenly doubting his lack of weakness.  and for just a moment, heâs afraid.
he needs to put an end to this.
â
youâre unable to hide your smile of premature victory knowing thereâs no way he was able to keep his curious paws off your notebook.  your feet confidently carry you through the hallways, your mind littered with thoughts of how heâd try to tell you itâs wrong, try to deny how your words made him feel, maybe heâd even threaten to turn you in, but it was all apart of your plan.
see, confidence is key here.  whether or not he ever had any feelings for you, or any sexual desires towards you didnât matter, because you had already planted the seeds.  so even if he felt like all your comments were merely innocent flirtations in the past, they gave him brief visions of what could be, maybe even more, and that guilt alone is enough to drive him to think about you further, especially after reading your notebook.
you feel your stomach tense as you approach his door, it wasnât time for class yet and you knew he had a free period, so you timed your walk across campus to perfectly align so heâd be reminded of your presence again today, even though you knew he couldnât think of anything else.
your breath hitches momentarily as he emerges from his door, nearly cutting you off in your tracks.  his eyes narrow in on yours as he signals for you to enter his classroom.
you hide your victory smile quickly before following him into his classroom, watching as he approaches his desk, the red notebook sitting perfectly centered between his ungraded papers, almost as if you were his first priority.
the air was thick with tension, and you were loving every second of it.
âclose the door.â his voice is rough, almost sleepless but you donât question it, only following his orders and taking deliberate steps forward until thereâs only the desk between you.
âtell me what this is.â he wraps a cold calloused hand around the rings of the notebook, his eyes narrowing in on yours.
âyou already know.â his jaw tenses at your words, and his eyes flicker down to the notebook, memories flashing through his mind of your sinful words.
âyou think this is a game?â
âisnât it?â his gaze lands back on yours, sharp, unreadable â but thereâs something lying beneath the surface, almost close enough for you to touch.
âyou donât understand what youâre doing.â
âthatâs a lie.â
âenough.â he warns, his grip on the notebook tightening.
âwhy?  are you afraid?â the question lands like a blow.  he inhales sharply, but he doesnât answer, and thatâs all the confirmation you need.  you take a slow step forward, your hands falling onto the desk as you tilt your head down at him.
âyou read every word, didnât you?â
âyou crossed a line.â his voice is strained, almost as if heâs holding back.
âdid i?  or did i just say what you wouldnât?â your voice drops down softly, just above a whisper as youâre unable to hide the smirk tugging at your lips, but his expression quickly changes, something in him snaps. Â
âthis ends now.â his voice is firm as his grip tightens further on the notebook, his other hand pointing directly at you.
âsounds like youâre convincing yourself more than youâre convincing me.â your smirk turns into a smile as you watch his knuckles turn white, his silence deafening as he stares up at you coldly.
you lean off the desk carefully before turning back towards the door, walking away without any permission to leave.  your hand curls around the doorknob as you turn your head to catch his final reaction, one of confusion and a breaking resolve.
âyou can keep the notebook, professor jeon.  iâll just start a new one.â you smile at him before turning away completely, your feet carrying you to your next class in strides instead of steps.
this was going to be easier than you thought.
but for him, it was the most difficult.
his eyes stare at the door, wide and in shock as he feels the heavy air, still full of your presence glide over his skin, leaving goosebumps in its place.
he exhales sharply, his hand releasing the notebook like itâs something filthy, but he doesnât walk away, he canât.  his hands move before he can stop them, the notebook falling open and mindlessly flipping to the page he already knows is there â your confession.
âI want him.â
his breath catches in his throat as the words stare back at him, bold and unforgiving.
âNot in a way I should.â
âIn a way that keeps me up at night, staring at the ceiling.â
âWondering what it would take to make him finally snap.â
âAnd I wonderâif I stepped too close, if I said something I shouldnât, if I askedâwould he?â
âI think I want to find out.â
he quickly slams the notebook shut, his heart drumming restlessly against his chest as his jaw locks so tightly into place that it nearly aches.  he feels something strange brew inside him, the unbearable pull of something he refuses to name.
he should go to the principal, he should call your parents, he should put an end to this.  but instead, he presses his hands against the desk as he leans forward, his breathing unsteady as he allows his eyes to close.  and for one brief, damning second â he imagines it.  the moment you wrote about.  the moment you break.
he sees it too clearly, feels the heat of it curling in his stomach, the inevitability of it tightening within his throat.  but it isnât disgust that makes his breath hitch, nor guilt that makes his fingers tremble, but the fleeting image in his mind of his hand wrapped gracefully around your throat as you breathlessly moan out his name.
he swears under his breath, low and sharp before shoving the notebook into a drawer and slamming it into the desk.
but itâs too late now, he canât unread your words, and he canât stop the temptation now that itâs started.
â
the night was colder than normal, the gentle sound of rain pattering against your window as your eyes mindlessly scan the pages of the book you thought you were once reading.  your mind stutters in its daydream at the sound of a knock at your door. Â
you freeze for a moment.  no one comes here this late.
you feel your feet carry you out of bed as you slowly approach the door, the hardwood floors cold against your bare feet as your fingers curl around the doorknob, your mind going blank as you see him there.
his tie is gone, his shirt which is usually pristine is now rumpled like heâs been running his hands through his hair, through the fabric, like heâs spent hours fighting himself before landing here.
and now heâs standing at your door.  soaking wet.
you lean against the doorframe, allowing your head to tilt to the side just enough to tease him.
âyou shouldnât be here, professor jeon.â
he swallows, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides.
âi know.â
you consider teasing him further, maybe even making him feel a little guilty knowing itâll only intensify his feelings further, but you decide not to, knowing itâll only driving him crazier, only stepping back just enough to allow the door to swing open further â an invitation.
his eyes flicker across yours for a moment as he hesitates.  every expression questioning whether or not he should, or if he even dares.  but he finally letâs go, taking a step inside as the door closes behind him, almost like a surrender.
the air is thick, nearly electric as he stands still, something predatory in your gaze as your eyes drag over his wet figure, something about it almost made you feel sorry for him.
âyou donât know what youâre doing to me.â his voice is hoarse as his tongue darts over his lips quickly, his eyes barely meeting yours as he desperately tries to keep his distance.
âi think i do.â you take a step closer.
âno you donât.â he takes a step back.  âi shouldnât be here.â
âbut you are.â your voice is calm and controlled as you do your best to talk him down from his inner turmoil.
âbut you donât understand this is wrong.  itâs⌠itâs dangerous.â you watch as he takes another step back from you, his hands tightening by his sides as his knuckles turn white.
âiâm your teacher.  i have responsibilities.  iâm supposed to protect you, not let⌠this happen.â  his voice cracks as he speaks and you can almost feel a trace of guilt within your chest knowing he really does care about his students.  but you simply couldnât take it any longer, you were both consenting adults, it shouldnât matter, and you were determined to show him that.
you take a step forward and slowly bring a hand up to his arm, the feeling of the wet fabric against your fingertips sparks something inside of you, a heat blooming within your stomach.
âlet⌠this happen?â you feel him flinch slightly under your touch, his eyes landing on yours, a warning sign flickering between them.
ây/n, stop.â you hear a tinge of desperation behind his voice despite his warning tone.
you take a step closer to him, a dark smile on your face as your hand draws up his arm, your finger tips set ablaze above his body heat, your stomach twisting at the thought of him finally giving in.
âi said stop.â your shocked at his sudden movement, his hands going up to grab your wrist, holding it in place in a way thatâs firm but not rough. Â
âiâm not a boy you can tease until i break.  iâm a man, and if i break â i wonât be gentle.â you nearly have to hold yourself up, your knees becoming weak from his words alone.  you take a breath, stabilizing yourself before taking another step closer, your faces merely inches apart as you breathe in his air, his closeness becoming intoxicating, like a high you canât get enough of.
âi donât want gentle.â your voice is soft, but his features are furthest from that, his eyes holding every last bit of restraint he has as you watch them darken by the second.
silence closes the gap between your bodies as you watch his control slowly slip away.  every thought, every image that ever crossed his mind, all playing at full speed, and itâs completely overwhelming.
he lets out a slow, shaky exhale.  his eyes shutting carefully, almost like heâs preparing himself, before he tightens his grip on your wrist, the feeling of your pulse quickening under his touch only fueling him further as he pulls you into him, closing the gap between your bodies completely.
âgod can you shut that pretty mouth for once?â you feel your heart skip a beat at his words, his demeanor quickly changing at he looks down at you, his eyes half lidded and full of lusted, sinful thoughts.
âwhatââ
âyou wanted me to lose control?  fine.  but donât say i didnât warn you.â his voice is deep as it reverberates through your chest, your mouth slowly opening to make a response until he quickly cuts you off with his lips fully encasing yours.
you tense into his mouth, your eyes widening until youâre finally able to melt into his touch.  his hands lowering to your waist to pull you taught against his abdomen, his belt rubbing roughly against your stomach, nearly hard enough to leave marks even through your shirt.
you moan into the kiss, your hands falling to the back of his neck at your fingers quickly find his hair, tugging it in multiple directions as your mouths fight for dominance.
you feel his grip on your waist tighten, his knuckles white as he uses your shirt to pull you closer, his feet frantically walking you backwards as you feel your back collapse against your bed, breaking the kiss just long enough to see his perfectly swollen lips and broad shoulders cradling above you.
âthis is what youâve been begging for, huh?â he shoots you a sly smirk before bringing his body to hover over you completely, his knees settling between yours as he uses them to guide your legs apart.
you subtly swallow a gulp, feeling more intimidated than you originally anticipated.
his smirk deepens at your silence, his head dipping down to your ear carefully as he brings his hands up to the hem of your shirt, his cold fingertips slowly running up the skin of your lower abdomen.
âwhatâs wrong, sweetheart?  thought you could handle it?â you can nearly hear his smile through his voice, his large stature on top of yours making you feel almost completely helpless.
âi can.â you internally curse yourself for sounding so meek, and it doesnât go unnoticed by professor jeon as a deep, low chuckle emits from his throat and directly into your ear, his hands slowly dragging up further as he begins to lift up your shirt.
âtsk, donât lie to me baby, youâre already in enough trouble.â his voice is dark and hoarse, his fingers cold from rain as his movements pause just below your breasts, your cheeks heating up softly as you realize you werenât wearing a bra.
he leans further into the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss on your supple skin, your back unconsciously arching into him as you let out a breathless moan.
âis this okay?â his fingers carefully tracing just below your mounds.
you quickly nod, your eyes rolling back as you relish in the feeling of his body against yours.
âwords, sweetheart.â
âyes.  this is more than okay.â you say softly, earning a small smile from him as his hands slowly run up your shirt before cupping your breasts fully, his large hands encasing them like theyâre his own.
âso perfect.  all for me.â he mutters before diving back into the crook of your neck, his lips dancing along your skin, carefully tracing every patch your body had to offer, the speed and neediness from before being replaced with something more tender and sweet.
you canât help the moans that leave your mouth as his fingers begin to trace your nipples, examining them with the pads of his fingers as he drags his tongue to the base of your collarbone.
he pulls away from you momentarily to fully lift your shirt off, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to the cold.
âso beautiful.â his hushed praises go straight to your core, your body responding to his every calculated praise.
he leans down, his face eye level with your chest as he takes each nipple in his mouth one at a time, taking care of them with ease, lapping over the buds and leaving you feeling desperate for more.
you feel worn, your breath quickening as you press your legs together in an attempt to relieve some of the heat bubbling within your core, only to quickly be denied by the strength of his knees keeping you pried open for him.
after feeling satisfied with his ministrations, he pulls away, his eyes landing on yours â dark and lustful.
âdo you know what you are?â he husks, bringing a hand down to your sides to soothe them gently.
you tilt your head to the side, leaning it against your pillow softly, a small smile creeping onto your face, your eyes hooded, nearly enough to look high.
âwhat am i?â
âyouâre my biggest lesson.â
you quirk a brow at his response, feeling slightly confused and he notices your change in demeanor, his touch becoming slightly more rough as he grips at your sides, pulling you down so your closer to his pelvis.
âi stand in front of that classroom every day, teaching restraint, structure, rules.  but you â youâre pure temptation written between the lines.  youâre like the forbidden fruit.  i shouldâve closed the book long ago, but instead, iâm here, crumbling before you.â
his hands grip your sides tighter, his eyes traveling down your body as he speaks, taking a momentary pause to relish in your beauty, everything laid out so perfectly for him.
âyouâre the forbidden fruit i canât put down.  the bad thought i canât shake from my head.  the red notebook i shouldâve never picked up.  and now I want to ruin every page.â
you can almost hear your heart rate increase at his words, every breath more tempting than the last, threatening to leave you laying beneath him for an eternity.
he brings a hand down to the band of your sweatpants, his fingers ducking beneath them just enough to tease you beyond repair.
âlet me ruin you.â you nearly let out a moan from his words, only able to respond with the slight shake of a head before he starts undressing you like his favorite book â the cover, the sleeves, tracing each page along the way.
you feel like his muse, a piece of artwork laying beneath him, his eyes scanning you ravenously, taking in every curve and dimple on your body, his hands following suit, you almost didnât notice when he had undressed as well, too distracted at his hushed praises as he hovers over you on the bed, a hand cupping your hair gently as his eyes gaze into yours.
âi need to hear you say yes, sweetheart.â his voice is a hushed whisper, his hair messily hanging over his forehead as he brings a hand beneath your bodies, his cock nudging at your entrance slowly.
âyes⌠i want this.â your voice is soft as it fills the air, a small smirk appearing on his lips as he brings a hand up to your mouth, cupping it gently, his head ducking into the crook of your neck.
you close your eyes tightly as he slowly pushes forward, his cock nearly splitting you in two as you let out a sharp gasp into his hand.
âshhh.  good girl.  thatâs it.â you can nearly hear the smirk in his voice knowing you would struggle with his size, but his hushed praises are appreciated nonetheless.
his girth was unexplainable, spreading you apart in ways you never knew were possible.  you certainly werenât inexperienced, but it somehow didnât matter.  it felt like an eternity before he bottomed out in you, his hips stalling to give you time to adjust, but youâre nearly shaking when you finally come to, the sound of his breathless panting in your ear bringing you back to reality, his hand slipping away from your mouth and down to your hip.
âjungkook?â you whimper, not even realizing that youâve never called him by his first name before.
âyou feel⌠heavenly.â he groans, his hips stuttering forward sending shockwaves through your core, a small moan slipping past your lips at the sudden jerk.
âso goddamn tight.â he rolls his hips forward slowly, his cock grinding against your walls with ease.
âahh â jungkook.  please.â you didnât mean to beg, but his teasing was making it nearly impossible for you to control yourself.
âfuck, you have to be quiet for me, sweetheart.  can you do that?â he continued to slowly roll his hips forward, your body shuddering with every small movement.  youâre only able to nod at him, gentle whimpers falling past your lips as you bite them tightly in an attempt to stay quiet.
he shoots you a glare, but decides not to tease you too much before he sets in on a quicker pace, his cock driving into you with intensity, but not too fast where youâre fighting for your life.
every stretch of his cock was delicious, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls you down to meet his thrusts, occasional groans leaving his mouth and falling into the air as you stifle back desperate screams.
âfuck.  youâre perfect.â he grumbles, his voice low with need as he dives back into the crook of your neck, licking it ravenously and youâre unable to suppress a moan, coming out much louder than you had intended.
jungkook slowly pulls away, his eyes meeting yours with a glare as he quirks a brow at you, watching as your face contorts with both pleasure, and discomfort at his size and the inability to be heard.
âsweet girl, you can be quiet, right?â he smirks, his voice teasing as he brings a hand up to grab yours at the wrist, pinning them above your head gently, as if he thought you would break from any more force.
you whimper again, your voice shaky as you let out a meek, ây-yes.â
he tsks at your response, unbelieving as he dives back down into the crook of your neck, his hips picking up their pace as he places gentle kisses on your skin, a deep contrast to the way he was fucking you now, pinned up like a doll.
âwouldnât want anyone to catch us now would we?  a cute little girl and her teacher, that wouldnât blow over well iâm sure.â you can nearly hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks in between kisses, trailing them down to your collarbone as your fingers wiggle under his hold.
ân-no.  iâll be quiet.â
he chuckles lowly, pulling away from you momentarily to appreciate your fucked out state â your forehead slick with sweat, lips puffy and swollen and eyes bloodshot.
âgood.  because i have ways to keep you quiet if youâre not sure how.â he drives into you forcefully, a squeal leaving your lips at the sudden intrusion, your stomach feeling like itâs being prodded with every thrust.
he quirks a brow at your noise, his demeanor changing to one slightly stricter as his eyes zero in on yours, almost like a warning.
you bite your lip, shutting your eyes as you feel his thrusts quicken once more, the feeling of his cock driving into you was almost too much, and you couldnât help the whimpers that left you with every movement of his hips.
he lets go of your wrists gently, his hands going down to your hips as he quickly flips you onto your stomach, a loud gasp from you easily being muffled as he places a hand on the back of your head, pressing it deeper into the confines of your pillow.  you let out a moan of relief knowing you can at least make some time of noise now.
his thrusts quicken now, his other hand going under your stomach to angle your ass up for him, giving him the perfect view as he smirks to himself at how easily you respond to him.
âthatâs a girl.  feel better?â his cock prods your g-spot with every flick of his hips, pushing you closer and closer to the edge till it was nearly unbearable.
you shove your head further into the pillow as you moan loudly, your impending orgasm sneaking up on you quickly with the change of positions, making it nearly impossible for you to respond to him.
he feels the way youâre tightening around him, and he canât help but throw his head back at the sensation of your walls closing in â it was heavenly.
âf-fuck why are you so tight?â his voice gets huskier with every word, his grip on your side tightening as his thrusts become messy, the feeling of your cunt wrapped so deliciously around him driving him to insanity.
you felt euphoric, teetering on the edge of your orgasm and every stroke of his cock only pushed you closer to the brink, it was almost enough to make you dizzy.
âp-please.â you moan, muffled into your pillow but you can tell he can hear you by the way his hand snakes in between your legs, rubbing circles on your clit with perfect accuracy.
youâre barely able to comprehend whatâs happening before youâre sent spiraling over the edge, your legs shaking aggressively as you feel a wave of warmth run over your body.
âholy shit.â jungkook curses as he feels you cream over his cock, your cunt tightening so hard it makes it difficult for him to move, his hips stuttering as he does his best to continue his pace.
youâre a moaning mess, your head shoved deep into the pillow by his hand as you feel his cock continue to plow into you, your mind going blank as your body recovers from your orgasm.
âthatâs it, baby.  good girl.  shh, iâm right here.â he mumbles barely understandable praises as he messily drives his dick into you, the tension on your g-spot quickly becoming all you can think about as your pleasure suddenly turns into overstimulation.
youâre writhing, unable to respond properly or tell him itâs too much due to his hold on the back of your head, your legs trembling harshly as you feel his hand settle back on your hip, his fingers digging into you hard enough to leave bruises.
âso perfect, fuck.â he breathes out before bottoming out into you, his cock twitching as he spills his seed deep into your cunt, your walls drinking up every last ounce he has to offer, not letting even a drop go to waste.
he lets out a deep moan, his head collapsing against your chest, his breathing unsteady as he rolls into you one last time, your walls milking him for every thing he has left to give.
you bring a hand up to the back of his head, the feeling of his hair between your fingers as you settle into his locks soothing you in ways you didnât know were possible.
he slowly pulls away from you, your eyes meeting as he smiles at you softly, a hand going down to your hair as he tucks a strand behind your ear peacefully.
âyouâre a lot to handle, you know that right?â he chuckles looking down at you.
âi think you did a pretty good job.âÂ
he smiles softly, ânow i just have to learn how to handle you in class.â

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ă ONE NIGHT CONTRACT ă BTS
đ â¤ď¸ đ ââââ seven powerful businessmen have the luxury, the influence and anything they could ever desire â yet none of it makes them feel alive anymore. that is, until they become captivated by a waitress who awakens something inside them for the first time in years. drawn in by your presence, they offer you one night of passion and pleasure in exchange for money, never expecting it to end in such an unforgettable way.
PAIRING ⌠dom!bts x sub!f.reader
GENRE ⌠gangbang au, BDSM, polyamory, eightsome, porn with little plot, smut, fluff
WARNINGS ⌠18+, explicit smut, rough sex, eightsome, multiple orgasms and positions, creampie, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), free use, mentions of safe word (not used), semi public sex, they're all obsessed and possessive over her, drinking and smoking, flirting, they protect her, sexual fantasies and interest, so much tension, makeouts, hickies and marking, scratching and hair pulling, mentions of blood, they literally have the sweetest yet dirty relationship development, kinda semi public sex, thigh riding, groping, power play, size kink, heavy body worship, stripping, praise kink and dirty talk, switch but mainly submissive!reader, slowburn sex cos they take their sweet time with her, they call her her with such endearing nicknames, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play and nipple play, so much nipple stimulation, belly button stimulation, teasing over panties, clit rubbing, panty sniffing, finger sucking, they tease her so much, clothed sex, cunnilingus by multiple men, pussy eating, face riding, clit sucking, pussy inspection, she's always being touched in every way possible, so much hypersensitivty and arousal, edging, cum eating, finger fucking, scissoring and g-spot and cervix stimulation, fisting and penetration from several fingers, anal fingering, rimming, use of lube, yoongi saves the best for last so he claims her ass first, anal training, cum denial, begging, they make her squirt while giving her oral, oral sex (m. receiving), kneeling circle blowjob to all seven men in rotation, deepthroating, throat fucking, gagging and saliva play, she switches between them, ball sucking cos our man jin loves it, use of belt as a collar, cock slapping on face/tongue, sloppy messy blowjob, crying, overstimulation, simultaneous handjobs, sensory overload, they masturbate onto her body, cum facials and cum play, cleaning cocks with mouth post cum, they constantly check in on her, yoongi fucks her in reverse cowgirl, choking, mirror sex while doing it doggy with hoseok, manhandling, spanking, mid air suspended position by jungkook, deep pounding, cowgirl position, she rides seokjin while yoongi sucks her clit, bondage with the use of silk ties, missionary by taehyung and jimin, degradation, they cat call her, cum inflation and frothing, nasty sex, so much bodily fluids, double penetration, namjoon takes her ass while jimin takes her pussy, tit fucking and handjobs together, they pass her around and uses her (consensual), double vaginal penetration done by yoongi and jimin, triple penetration, belly bulging, all holes used repeatedly and creampied, slight details of several more positions and orgasms, they compete against who can make her cum the hardest, sex throughout the night, she kinda ends up losing her consciousness, they all take care of her together, sweetest loving aftercare
WC ⌠28k
NOTE ⌠it's finally posted! i'm so sorry for the delay but i hope y'all enjoy this oneshot, this is also my biggest oneshot so far and definitely my smuttiest one yet so i hope it leaves your panties wet and your thighs trembling a little hehe, i've put a lot of time and effort into this story cos it's also my first time writing an ot7 smut, i hope it's worth your time and lives up to your expectations, if it isn't perfect, i apologize since this was my first attempt writing a fic involving so many characters at once, i'll keep practicing and working hard to make even better ot7 fics in the future, as always i'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback in any form, it means the world to me and always motivate me to keep writing, i love you sweethearts, happy reading !! <3
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âanother win today.â namjoon says, leaning back against the couch with a sigh.
jeon jungkook, kim taehyung, park jimin, kim namjoon, kim seokjin, jung hoseok and min yoongi, seven powerful businessmen had spent the whole day in boardrooms acting like actual hunters in sealing the deal that left everyone else speechless. exhausted and filled with the adrenaline of victory, they'd all collectively decided to head straight to one of the city's most exclusive clubs. they didnât wanna face the quietness and loneliness of going back to their house, where everything seemed too consuming but coming here wasnât any better.
they had everything one could only ever dream of, endless money, private jets, yachts and influence over the highest ranks yet the men today felt a certain hollowness in their chest. a void that no amount of luxury could fill, it was mocking because they were supposed to celebrate winning billions today.
they were all seated in the vip section that had been prepared for them before they even arrived, their status was known too well by everyone.
jungkook the youngest yet fiercest among them, who is used to getting what he wants slumped back against the cushions, his black suit jacket unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose around his neck, revealing the tattoos that traveled up his arm to the side of his chest. taehyung was beside him as he accepted a glass from the waitress, his own tie loosened as well. jimin fiddled with his cufflinks before tossing them aside while namjoon, who was often like the leader when it came to their business, crossed one leg over the other.
seokjin the eldest ran a hand through his hair, loosening his tie completely to be able to breathe properly. hoseok beside him, probably the least grumpy and bubbliest in the group, leaned forward with elbows on his knees but he also tends to be intimidating at times when necessary. yoongi the quietest and most intimidating was right beside him, lighting a cigarette with a flick of his lighter. he was the most feared and intimidating one among all of them, those sharp eyes alone sent shivers down people's spines.
âit feels empty..â hoseok broke the initial silence as he exhaled smoke from his own cigarette. the vip rooms glass walls allowed a view of what was going on outside but inside it felt too isolated.
âbillions more in the bankâwe should be celebrating shouldnât we?â
but even as he spoke, his eyes drifted to the ashtray, his usual vibrant energy dimmed by that same hollow feeling they all shared. they were tired of the constant days of work and the same routine that nothing seemed to spark that feeling of being alive anymore.
âyeah.â jungkook replied with a frustrated tone as he stared into the distance, lost in thoughts of the day that should have left him exhilarated but instead left him numb.
âfuck⌠it feels like i'm losing myself amidst so much work.â
taehyung nodded slowly, swirling the alcohol in his glass before taking a sip, his gaze distant as he took off his suit jacket throwing it over the armrest.
âi feel it too⌠there's no excitement anymore, no one to share it with that truly gets it.â
it felt like they'd climbed every mountain to reach the top and they finally had but now the view is just empty sky. the conversation went on between them comfortably until jimin chimed in too.
âi caught myself standing by the office window earlier.â he mutters.
âi was thinking about how we used to make such a big deal of every win. now weâre making billions and i barely feel anything.â
he lets out a dry laugh.
âthat's messed up isnât it?â
namjoon ever the philosophical one, nodded.
âi get it, we spent years working for it convinced it'd make us happy then we get here and.. life just keeps going.â
âexactly.â seokjin added.
âi brought the latest new car last week, the one everyone won't shut up about.â
âand?â hoseok asked making jin snort.
âand nothing, it was cool for ten minutes then it was just another car you'd brought.â
a few chuckles spread around the table. yoongi remained quiet but his rare interjection cut through, taking a drag from his cigarette before speaking.
âevery day feels the same lately.â
the others looked up at him.
âwake up, work, make money, go home, repeat.â
âand the worst part?â taehyung says quietly.
âwe should be happy..â
âbut weâre not.â jimin finished.
silence settled as they sat there with just their thoughts. a stripper began her usual routine just outside their enclosure, her body moving in a seductive dance catching the attention of every single man present there but not one of the seven men so much as glanced her way, their eyes remained unfocused staring into space, occasionally sipping their drinks or puffing smoke out. all their thoughts were interconnected in some way.
jungkook traced the rim of his glass absentmindedly while taehyung's brow lifted when yoongi spoke up again.
âwe're sitting here acting like a bunch of depressed old men.â
that earned a few genuine laughs.
âmaybe we are old men.â seokjin admits.
âspeak for yourself.â
the laughter faded but the mood felt lighter for a moment even though the silence returned because it wasnât awkward just familiar.
in the main area outside the exclusive section, you walked around balancing a heavy tray full of cocktails and liquors. you'd worked this job for far too long, your sweet smile remained fixed on your lips as always but that never quite reached your exhausted eyes. the uniform you wore was the standard for the club and what all the waitresses here must wear, a tiny shirt and a black blouse with a neckline plunging enough to reveal your cleavage but not overly vulgar. it was tiny and tight leaving little to the imagination and you'd grown used to the wandering eyes and glances of drunk men while working. your feet ached in those heels today and the constant barrage of customers earlier had left you drained but you still pushed forward with determination.
just a few more hours before you can go home and relax and get out of this hellhole.
as you continued serving in the main area moving between tables, you hadn't even glanced toward the vip section yet, focused entirely on the section you were serving placing drinks in front of some loud men nearby but you didnât know that taehyung's eyes had lifted suddenly, scanning the crowd out of habit before locking onto you. for whatever reason, you caught his attention immediately and completely.
there was something about the way you carried yourself, even from where he sat he could see the tiredness etched deeply in your eyes, the way when you thought no one was watching you let your posture slump. he couldnât help but notice the subtle bounce of your breasts with each step and the way your hair was styled but slightly messy from the busy night. it wasnât just the physical allure even though you were one of the sexiest women he had laid eyes on, it was also the authenticity, the way there was something real in you. it was like a cherry on top, making you look even more attractive in his eyes even though he hadn't interacted with you and it made his heart race. unexpectedly.
intrigued taehyung straightened, genuine interest flickering in his usually bored gaze as he leaned toward the others.
âhey all of you, look over there, the waitress serving the main floor.â
the group shifted their attention subtly, eyes following his direction. jungkook raised an eyebrow crushing out his cigarette as he took in the sight of you balancing another tray.
âdamn⌠there's something about her.â jungkook observes.
jimin tilted his head, a small smirk forming as he observed you.
âi know right?â
he was clearly intrigued as namjoon nodded thoughtfully, eyes assessing you even from afar. it reminds them of something genuine almost, she doesnât even know they're watching and it makes them want to learn more about you. why do you stand out so much? and why even though they havenât interacted with you, are you already making the night feel less lonely?
jin chuckled as yoongi finally speaks up, his tongue coming down to lick at his bottom lip collecting a stray drop of alcohol.
âshe caught my eye too.â he confesses.
they go quiet for a bit just watching you, feeling that unexplainable pull that took away the heaviness from their chest for a fleeting moment. taehyung grinned, eyes still tracking your movements.
âtold you she's something else. makes you wanna know more doesnât it?â
everything else was put aside, now all their fascination is on you as you continue to work completely unaware.
you leaned over a corner table to set a drink in front of a middle aged man with a sweaty face and bloodshot eyes clearly several drinks past his limit. you were about to turn around to leave but thatâs when a meaty hand clamped down hard around your wrist. it happened so suddenly that you jumped, turning around to look at him with wide eyes.
âhey there sweetheart.â he slurred, his breath reeking of whiskey and something stale that made your nose wrinkle. his other hand hovered dangerously near your waist.
âwhat's a pretty thing like you doing serving drinks when you could be sitting on my lap instead? bet you'd look even better with that skirt hiked up. i could show you a real good time.â
you were used to this. it had happened several times before in this club filled with entitled men who mistook your politeness for availability, thinking that they had free rein to touch you or grope you whenever but bills didnât care about your comfort or the dread you felt, they demanded payment and this job as risky as it was, was what kept the roof on top of your head and food on the table.
some backed off easily when you threatened to call the manager, a kind hearted woman who had always had your back and also all the other girls who worked alongside you, knowing the difficulty of handling men and got security involved without hesitation. others, the way too gone ones or insistent ones, required her intervention and you'd be so grateful each time the guards kicked them out. still the constant risk gnawed at you. you wondered sometimes what if your manager wasnât nearby, if things escalated too far before help arrived, you could never protect yourself from these men. you werenât strong enough.
these days you hated the job more than ever but what choice did you have? it was the curse of never having enough money.
you tried to pull your hand away gently at first, twisting your wrist in his grasp while maintaining that professional smile though it felt strained because of the disgust you felt just from his touch.
âsir please let go, i need to get back to work.â you said evenly even as fear started rising in you. his grip was tightening painfully.
âif you donât, i'll have to call the manager right now. this isnât okay.â
but he didnât listen, leaning closer with his lecherous grin.
âaw come on, donât be like that baby.â
his crude words continued making your stomach churn as you looked around hastily, no other staff was close enough to notice anything and the music drowned the majority of the noises as genuine fear gripped you, now realizing how trapped you were against the wall and the tableâs edge.
from the section overlooking the main floor, all seven of them watched the scene unfold with growing anger but before any of them could react, jungkook's eyes narrowed, his tattooed hand clenching around his glass as he watched the man disrespect you. he didnât think twice and stood up walking straight up to the table. his hand shot forward from behind the drunk man, yanking his grip away from your wrist with such force that the man stumbled back.
you gasped sharply at the sudden interruption, looking up at the handsome stranger who just became your savior. he radiated such power and fury. the man immediately recoiled as he took in jungkook's tall frame and the glare he had.
âw-what the hell man? this isn't your business.â he sputtered, trying to puff up but clearly intimidated.
âit is now, touch her again and you'll regret it. get your hands off her and fuck off before i make you.â
the man tried to protest, his hand reaching towards you once more and thatâs when jungkook's control fully snapped. you watched, eyes wide in horror as jungkook grabbed the man's wrist hard before it could touch you once again and twisted it so hard that the crack of bone was audible even over the club's noise as the man howled in pain, doubling over.
âshut the fuck up!â jungkook growled, not wanting the man's scream to pull even more attention and put you in the spotlight.
âor i'll break the other one too. now leave and donât even think about coming back here.â
the man now pale faced and squirming in pain, nodded frantically before scrambling away, clutching his injured hand. you watched as he disappeared into the crowd. you stood there frozen for a long moment trying to process what just happened, your heart fluttering.
no one had ever defended you like this before and it was so foreign that you struggled to find words now, not being able to compose yourself.
âi⌠t-thank you.â you managed shakily as you rubbed your sore wrist absentmindedly.
jungkook's gaze softened as he looked at you, scanning you for any other signs of injury.
âare you okay? are you injured anywhere else?â
you nodded attempting a small smile, not wanting to think about what would happen if he didnât interfere on time.
âyeah i'm⌠i'm fine. thank you again really. i appreciate it more than you know.â
âyou donât have to worry anymore, i'm jungkook by the way.â he rasps, holding out his hand for you to shake it.
you stared at it for a bit, your lips parting as you shakily gripped his hand, your hand looking comically small and delicate in his tattooed one. he held your hand in his gently like giving you the free rein to pull back if you want, not the forceful grips that you're so used to.
ây/n.â you breathe, his thumb brushing on the back of your hand in a comforting manner but it instead sends a shiver of thrill down your spine.
how long has it been since a manâs touch excited you instead of making you disgusted? and now with you holding his hand, it made you realize how much youâve been yearning for it.
ây/n.â he repeats as if tasting your name on his tongue.
the emotions swirling in his eyes almost hold you captivated for a long time before you pull your hand away from his as he studies your face for a long moment.
âyou donât have to go back out there right now.â he starts.
âwanna take a break? come sit with me and my friends over there just for a bit.â
his offer surprised you as you hesitated only briefly, your feet ached in your heels and you'd been working for so long, you didnât want to lose contact with this stranger named jungkook so soon so you nodded.
âokay a little break sounds good.â you whispered.
jungkook's lips curved as he guided you to the vip section amidst the crowd, his presence parting people like they knew who he was but you still didnât grasp who he was yet as you stepped inside the area, you paused, recognition finally drawing into you. you'd seen their faces a few times in newspapers or news channels even though you'd never paid enough attention to learn about them in depth.
they were extremely rich, powerful businessmen and they looked so different in real life even more fierce and dominant. six of them lounged across the couches and they were big not just in height and muscularness but also in the aura they exuded. they made you feel small and out of place, they looked you up and down taking in the way your uniform hugged your curves tightly.
their gaze didnât hold anything lustful but something appreciative like you were truly worth noticing and deserved adoration. it made your stomach twist with a strange heat as you shifted on your feet, smoothing your hands down your uniform self consciously, not knowing how to step past the door but jungkook led you further, his hand resting on the small of your back.
âthis is y/n.â jungkook announced to the group as he gestured to you.
âfigured she could use a minute away from it all.â
the way the men straightened immediately told that they didnât mind having you in their space one bit as if they'd been dying to have you near, their eyes locking onto you with undivided attention. one by one they introduced themselves, the one with the broadest shoulders spoke up first.
âi'm kim namjoon. nice to meet you y/n.â
next to him, a man with such perfect handsome features smiled.
âkim seokjin but you can call me jin.â
a bright eyed man leaned forward.
âjunghoseok.â
right beside him was the quietest man yet with such a piercing gaze that spoke more about him louder than any words can.
âmin yoongi.â he offered a small nod only.
the two other men introduced themselves next, the one with plush kissable lips whose name was jimin and the man who noticed you first, a smirk present on his expression named kim taehyung, a little stubble present on his jawline that made him look even sexier, his voice also the deepest among them.
there was so much masculine energy and the smell of male in this small room that you felt fully surrounded by it in the best way possible and that you might as well have just fainted from how weak in the knees you were. youâve always been so confident in handling everyone in your job but this was the very first time that you were so fidgety.
âcome sit please.â
one of them spoke up and you nodded dumbly before taking a seat on an empty couch right in front of them. you realized quickly with just a little introduction of how different they all were yet fundamentally similar to each other in some way. maybe thatâs what deepened their bond so much. the men exchanged glances, their thoughts still clearly fixated on the incident outside.
âfucking prick.â jungkook muttered as he settled near you, cracking his knuckles.
âa guy like that thinks he can grab whoever he wants, i saw red when his hand touched her.â
taehyung nodded, his eyes still on you.
âwe all did, no one should have to deal with that shit in their workplace.â
âit's good that you handled it kook. i was so close to beating his ass up too.â namjoon turns to look at you.
âare you sure you're okay?â
their protectiveness made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
âyes i'm okay.â you bite your lower lip, looking down at your hands, twisting them together.
you were acutely aware of how their eyes followed your every small movement and the tension was palpable even when there was silence. you noticed one thing, none of them, not once had glanced at the stripper dancing just outside even though the other men were staring at her like a hawk and catcalling her but to these men, it seemed as if she didnât exist and you were the only center of their attention, like you were the only one that existed in their world.
it was overwhelming.
intoxicating
âso y/n tell us about yourself. how long have you been working here?â jimin broke the silence, wanting to learn more about you.
âi've been working here for a while⌠pays the bills you know? it's not ideal but it's what i have right now.â
you talked shyly at first but words started flowing more easily than you expected. you shared bits about your long shifts and the exhaustion and how you dreamed of something more stable but life doesnât always go the way you want it to. they listened intently, asking thoughtful questions as if they really wanted to know more and cared about your life. they also shared about themselves too.
âwe just closed a massive deal today⌠but honestly? it feels empty.â jimin explains.
they looked at you like you were the only spark they'd felt after months, watching you as you laughed lightly at a joke hoseok cracks. you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with pink cheeks when you felt all their eyes on you at once.
âyou're cute when you're shy.â seokjin chuckles.
their compliments werenât crude, they admired your beauty and the efforts you made at your work, your confidence and how despite everything, you were so strong to do this every day.
time seemed to pass by without any of you realizing when the topic turned deeper, they learned of your financial struggles too. you never let anyone know about your weakness but for whatever reason, you trusted them so easily to let the words flow.
âi manage, i make it work somehow.â you shrugged.
their expressions shifted with concern.
âyou also donât have to worry about that guy from earlier bothering you again, he's suspended from his job.â namjoon clarifies.
information on that man was retrieved by the guard outside and namjoon learned that he worked at a measly low grade company that they could probably buy within seconds but they wanted him ruined so they made him lose his job instead with just a few texts, they held the power to do so. seeing him touch you like that pissed the hell out of them.
you paused, blinking in shock.
âwhat? y-you did that for me? but why? i'm used to it, men are always around in this place so it's nothing new for me.â you croaked.
they reacted immediately as yoongi's jaw clenched.
âused to it? you shouldnât have to be. no woman deserves to face this every day.â his voice was low with anger while jin's usually light demeanor hardened.
âyou're handling all this out there?â
you smiled sadly, looking down at your lap.
âyou really didnât have to do all that for meââ
but jungkook interrupts you before you could finish your words.
âwe'd do it again in a heartbeat. you're worth more than being treated like that.â
you swallowed at their words, almost feeling tears brim in your eyes that you pushed back, your heart not being able to handle such affection and possessiveness but in a good way from them, in a way that youâve never received before in your life. it left you speechless and with a thousand unknown feelings and little did you know that even to them you seemed even more extraordinary than their words could convey as taehyung leans back on the couch, his eyes locked on yours like he hasnât missed a single word.
âyou know.â he starts speaking.
âmost people in places like this⌠they're always acting like someone else but youre just... you, even after a shift like that its nice to see it honestly.â
the others nodded in confirmation, knowing what taehyung means by heart. they've been constantly surrounded by too many fake smiles and even women who have had eyes on their wallets rather than them. they've had countless encounters before with girls trying to be too close to them because of an intention, none of them were honest and wanted them for who they are.
âyeah i get what he means.â hoseok added softly.
âit's just⌠refreshing talking to you feels normal like actually normal.â
âo-oh?â your heart thuds harder at their words.
âyou're honest.â yoongi said simply.
âpeople donât really do that much around us anymore.â
âi'm not that special.â you breathe.
âyou are y/n.â jungkook glances at you.
âwhen that guy grabbed you⌠you were about to handle it even before i intervened. you're tougher than you look.â
you're the kind of woman who could bring kings to their knees without even trying, that's how they saw you. they made you feel desired, not merely physically but as someone captivating in her entirety, your your smiles and beauty and your confidence mixed with shyness, they loved everything.
you felt this certain heat all over you that pulled you towards them, your legs clenching together and that didnât go unnoticed at all. sensing the shift and needing a moment to compose yourself amid the overwhelming feeling, you offered them a slightly breathless smile.
âum do you all want some drinks? i can go get a fresh round.â you offered, noting how all their glasses were empty but that none of them seemed even the slightest bit drunk because of how well they were at handling alcohol.
they nodded in agreement and you rose from the couch, feeling their eyes follow every movement as you turned, feeling their stares caressing the curves on your back and it made goosebumps of excitement rise up on you as you walked to the bar, almost hurrying to be back to them, not wanting to waste any second with them.
returning moments later with a tray balanced with their liquors of choice but nothing too heavy, you felt the intensity multiply upon re entering their space. you set the tray down on the low table slowly which required you to bend forward but you did so almost intentionally and coyly so that they'd get a good view of your cleavage. doing a subtle arch of your back that allowed the already short skirt to ride up exposing the curve of your ass, you heard sharp intakes of their breaths and that makes your heart pound harder.
your uniform was so short that you'd always avoid bending down but doing so in front of them made you feel wanted. your cleavage pressed forward against your top, the soft swells visible for the men in front invitingly.
âdamn y/n...â jungkook breathed first as he shifted in his seat.
âare you trying to kill us bending over like that?â jimin lets out an appreciative hum, not complaining one bit to have you like that while hungrily tracing your figure.
âshe's perfect isn't she?â namjoon murmurs quietly.
seeing you like this is stirring things they haven't felt in ages. you bite back a grin when you hear yoongi let out a growl when he catches a glimpse of your white lace panties. your thighs pressed together subtly as you straightened, feeling exposed yet empowered.
you handed each of them a glass, jin's fingers brush yours when grabbing the glass and the contact makes you gasp.
âeasy guys, we've got all night.â
what started as conversations and shared stories had slowly turned into something deeper as the tension and intimacy grew that none of you could deny it anymore. there wasn't anything normal anymore, there was too much need and their eyes were growing increasingly hooded. it was like both of you guys were in a game wanting to see who'd break first and take what they need, challenging each other through eyes alone. jin was the first one to break, not being able to fight the pull anymore.
âcome here y/n.â
you watched him manspreading so sexily as he patted his thigh and you let out a shy smile, standing up almost immediately to walk to him. he guides you onto his thick thigh, his large hand resting at your lower back, the heat of his body and his scent make you tremble as you place a hand on his chest. sitting on his lap made your skirt ride up and you made no move to fix it, your feet dangling off the ground because of the height difference with jin and not only him but also all the other six of them were just so huge especially namjoon, whom you guessed was the tallest of all.
you felt a subtle shift of his muscles as he adjusted, supporting your weight with literally no effort. the others watched with appreciative eyes, already jealous that jin gets to have you so close at first, their focus on the cigarettes and drinks was completely forgotten.
âare you comfortable like this y/n?â jin rasps leaning closer, his warm breath hitting your ear.
his hand stayed put, thumb rubbing circles against your thigh and you nodded jerkily, the proximity making it hard for you to breathe. you forgot about the club, the music outside. it was just the seven of them who were pulling you in their spell even deeper. then taehyung, not being able to help himself, leaned forward from his seat.
âcan i kiss you sweetheart?â he asked directly, eyes searching yours for any hesitation.
the way he asked for consent made you flush, you were not used to it at all and it only made your need bubble higher and more fiercely.
âyes please.â you plead.
he closed the distance slowly, his hand cupping your jaw before his lips met yours right there with you still on jin's lap. it started soft but quickly deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth before slipping inside making you moan into it which he swallowed. the breathy sound began to ignite something in all of them because even if your eyes were closed, you could sense their expressions.
the kiss was unhurried, he took his time exploring every inch of your mouth as both your salivas intertwined. he tasted like something entirely different like dark chocolate. his fingers threaded through your hair and he pulled back his eyes half lidded and breathing unevenly.
âfuck you taste good.â he mutters, thumb brushing your swollen lower lip.
hoseok joined right after taehyung, sliding closer on the couch, looking at your lips with dark eyes, wanting permission without any words and you reached for him grabbing the collar of his shirt. while your other hand pressed harder on jin's chest for balance, fisting his shirt. the makeout with hoseok was different, it was hungrier like he couldnât get enough as he sucked your bottom lip and you let out a louder whimper.
âmmph!â
jin's hand on your back slides lower, brushing against your butt and it makes you shiver, your bottom pressing harder on his thigh. he rearranges you until you are straddling one of his thighs, only causing the entire pressure on your clothed pussy alone making you squeal. you shifted on his thigh to chase more of that friction, your skirt now rode up further revealing your lace panties fully.
one by one they each took their moment and kiss until you were surrounded by heated touches and kisses. namjoon cradled the back of your head as he explored your mouth thoroughly.
âyou're so responsive baby.â yoongi growls against your throat, all the men enjoying your cute little noises.
he takes his turn too. yoongi's kiss was full of bites and clashes of teeth from how impatient he was that you were afraid your lips would start bleeding from how he wouldnât let go. jimin placed slow open mouthed kisses on your neck and jawline while the others observed what made you moan and squirm. like the expert jimin was, he immediately found the sensitive spot below your ear and locked his mouth there to suck a mark while you struggled to breathe into yoongi's mouth.
jungkook held you in place with a hand around your throat, squeezing slightly and his kiss was a bit more rough while he took your mouth like he was starving for it.
jimin took his turn too, sweetly.
their hands roaming everywhere they could find every exposed skin, gripping your waist or thigh, getting busy making out with you or leaving hickies on your throat and cleavage while your hips twitched occasionally on jin's thigh. your lips remained parted, tongues tangling lewdly with each of the men. jin takes your mouth and sucks on your tongue making you whine and rock on his thigh, his hand fully cupping your butt, encouraging you to grind harder.
âu-uhâŚâ
you whined as jungkook's hand caressed your inner thighs so close to your panties. your body responded eagerly, nipples hardening as you pulled away from jin's mouth, panting hard from all their devoted attention feeling yourself melt into a puddle just from touches and kisses alone. you squirmed on jin's thigh, feeling his hard muscle flex beneath you.
the other men breathed heavily too, chests rising and falling, your whimpers and their rough breaths the only sound that could be heard. they were visibly affected too and you could feel the growing hardness pressing against your thigh from jin. their eyes roamed your flushed face and how kiss swollen your lips were, their jaws clenching as after a particularly heated kiss with jimin that left you gasping you pulled back slightly.
a sudden wave of nervousness took over you. the vip room was private, not see through from the outside yet it made you pause when you realized what you were doing in the haze.
âi⌠i don't do this.â you whispered shakily, glancing towards the door.
âmy shift isnât even over, i should go back out there. this isnât⌠i'm not that kind of girl.â
youâve never slept with anyone here in the club, probably the last time you had sex was years ago with your ex and the heartbreak of it never led you forward to another relationship even though your body pined for the touch of a man who made you feel wanted in every way and for the first time in years, they made you feel that. never in your dreams would you have assumed that it would be seven of them doing so.
the men looked at you but there was no judgment, only understanding and want as jin's hand stayed comfortingly on your back.
âwe stop whenever you say but fuck.. we want you, not just like this but more.â taehyung growls in that deep husky voice of his that makes you weak in the knees.
âyeah exactlyâŚâ namjoon added.
âyou make us feel alive again and we donât just want a quick thrill here, we want you for the whole night.â
you made the fire in their veins rise once again after years, you made them forget the hollow feeling theyâve been carrying, it eased the second you walked in here even though you were hesitant, your body betrayed you, shifting again on jin's lap and feeling that delicious friction.
âbut why me? i'm just⌠me, a waitress. you guys could have anyone, someone who fits better with your world. i donât understand.â
the insecurity was evident in your voice and you didnât understand why they'd want you and care so much when they could have someone of high class. women probably threw themselves at them every day yet they looked at you like this. they look at you like you are the center of their universe. jungkook cupped your cheek, making you face him so you could see the sincerity visible on his expression.
âbecause none of that other shit matters. you caught our attention because you're you, it feels right and itâs the best thing ever.â
hoseok grinned, tracing a finger along your arm.
âand we can see you want this too baby, those pretty eyes of yours are telling us everything⌠the little hitch in your breathing.â
your bottom lip quivers at their words as your thighs clench around jin's thigh, the action pulling a small wanton noise from you.
âlet us give you the best night of your life sweet girl.â
you remained quiet even if your hand clung onto jin's chest hard
âplease?â he breathes.
they dominated everyone, high status companies and billions, yet for you they'd be ready to beg on their knees. your body ached for them but most importantly, it was your heart too that was screaming at you to say yes.
namjoon leans close to you, the tempting column of his throat exposed from where you'd pulled at his shirt while kissing.
âyou don't have to decide right now but... come home with us tonight.â namjoon said with such genuineness and the others nodded with him. they murmured their approvals in a chorus as jimin's eyes locked onto yours, seriousness in his expression now.
âno pressure at all beautiful, it's whatever you wantâŚâ
they knew one thing for sure, they couldnât forget the way you looked at them and the way your body responds to every little touch. it makes them want to know how you'd react to touches at your most private places. hoseok reaches out to brush a lock of hair from your face.
âwe've got a black card here, if you need anything, leave this job and take this. come with us whatever that helps you feel secure.â he whispers.
it wasnât about buying you with the card, it was about wanting to give you the world because you deserve it. all their words made your chest tighten with emotions.
you sat there stunned as you thought of their offer. the black card in hoseok's hand represented everything, a lifetime of not worrying about bills, living with no fear of not making ends meet and being able to breathe without feeling like you have to survive but more than that, it was them and you knew money or no money, you wanted this, wanted all seven of them so you made your decision in a heartbeat.
âi⌠i agree.â you whispered at first almost quietly before finding a bit more strength at their encouragement.
âyes i'll come with you.â
their reactions were immediate as they let out chuckles. yoongi's hand squeezed your knee and he let out the first real grin since he came here.
âthat's our girl. fuck you have no idea how happy that makes us.â
getting praised by yoongi made your clit throb, your face falling on his chest as you nuzzled against it while jin rubbed up and down your back.
âwe'll take care of everything, you donât have to worry.â jin confirms.
with the decision made, they didnât wait any longer, wanting to have you in their place so they could claim you there with all the time in the world. they guided you out of the vip section with possessive hands at your waist. your heart raced so fast you could feel it in your throat and you felt like it might burst right open.
you spotted your manager near the bar, her eyes widening when she saw you flanked by the seven most well known business owners whose faces had been everywhere. she straightened up instantly not finding words, instantly terrified of what might happen as they stopped in front of her.
âshe's not working here anymore.â namjoon stated firmly, his arm slipping around your shoulder.
ây/n is coming with us. consider her shift over permanently, we'll handle any necessary paperwork if needed later.â
your manager blinked rapidly, clearly intimidated but nodded quickly.
âo-of course sir, y/n take care of yourself.â
she shot you a quick look but the men's presence left no room for her to question anything else while you still couldnât grasp the reality fully. feeling freedom and disbelief all at once.
they led you outside to the waiting matte black limo which was pure luxury, starting from the exterior to the interior. they helped you inside and once the door closed, the vehicle started moving and just along with that, their hands on you were at full force.
this time yoongi didnât hesitate and pulled you onto his lap first, gripping your hips as he ate at your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours drawing out whimpers as the others shifted closer. jimin's hand slid up to cup your breast through the fabric of your uniform making your back arch even through layers of clothing, their touches felt so prominent.
you didnât know what would happen once you reached their penthouse and they wouldnât hold back anymore. hoseok sucks and bites on the side of your neck while jungkook placed a loving kiss against your cheek, his eyes blazing as the ride felt too long because of of what was to come.
âcan't wait to have you spread out for us at home.â
you couldnât wait either.
the limo pulled in front of their penthouse and you stepped out on shaky legs still buzzing from their heated touches that had filled the ride over.
the door opened, welcoming you inside the open living room before you could admire the poshness and extravagance of the place, you were surrounded by all seven of them, their presences closing in like a wall of dominance until you were fully trapped between them. like seven predators closing in on their little prey and they wouldnât let you go easily especially when there was so much impatience and all the teasings from earlier had left everyone on edge and frustrated.
jin and jimin positioned themselves on either side of you immediately, their breaths ghosting over your skin as hoseok's hand boldly slid under the hem of your uniform, tracing your skin and the skin around your belly button.
âyou're so damn soft.â hoseok murmured huskily.
jin's lips found the curve of your neck, placing delicate kisses along your throat, tongue darting out to taste your skin while jimin mirrored him on the other side, alternating between pecks and nips that made you gasp softly. they went oh so slow as if they wanted to memorize every inch of you with just their hands alone, pulling you deeper into their circle.
âlook at her already trembling for us.â
jimin whispers against your ear before capturing your lips in a hot kiss, his tongue making that sex act of thrusting in and out that left your knees weak, your hand grasping onto one of their shirts.
âcan i?â taehyung gruffs out.
his gaze never left yours as he reached for the zipper at the back of your dress.
ây-yes.â you stuttered, letting out excited huffs of breath.
his fingers worked it down slowly while his mouth sucked on the exposed cleavage of your breast as the fabric parted, revealing the expanse of your back and all seven men watched with rapt attention, their fists clenching in need. you could see their hard cocks straining against their suit pants.
namjoon stands behind you now while yoongi leans against the couch with a smirk enjoying the scene, his arms crossed, eyes devouring every revealed inch, jungkook's hand brushed your hair aside to help taehyung pull the zipper down properly as the dress finally slips down your arms and pools at your feet, leaving you in just your heels, stockings and those tiny lacy white panties, your uniform didnât need a bra so your breasts jiggle free, making them all groan in unison at the sight. your hand instinctively goes up to cover yourself but taehyung holds it, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss against the back of your hand.
âdon't hide from us⌠god you're perfect.â
you let out a needy moan at his words and how they traced every inch of you with such fascination that you felt like the most beautiful woman in the world and most worshipped. you never thought one could be worshipped with eyes alone and for the first time, you also believed that you could feel perfect⌠because when you viewed yourself through their eyes, you indeed felt that.
âyou look like a dream.â seokjin grumbles.
their praises seemed to reach every corner of your soul. they didnât take off the panties wanting to admire you like this first, watching the way your nubs were pointed in the air into twin peaks the more as cool air brushed against them.
âwe've wanted this since we saw you out thereâŚâ
namjoon rumbled, his fingers brushing your spine while yoongi stepped closer, his cold facade cracking as he ran a hand down your side making you lean onto him while panting.
âfuck these curvesâŚâ
you were driving him fully insane, their chests puffed up because you were letting them see you like this, your body a bit squirmy at first from being bare in front of them while they're all fully clothed but slowly adapting confidence from their words. all their hands joined in touching you until you couldnât tell them apart anymore, gliding over every curve, caressing your breasts while thumbs brushed against the nipples.
âoh⌠hahh.â you whined, your head falling back on jimin's shoulder, your panties wetly clinging to your folds as you clenched your legs together hard but it did little to relieve your ache.
hoseok drops to his knees to kiss along the tops of your stockings while his cock throbs inside his pants, the smell of your arousal hitting him so directly that his nostrils flare but before they could start properly and things could escalate further, they all paused suddenly making you look at them with confusion, your breasts rising and falling. they had to force their eyes from your blossoms to speak to you.
âwe need to hear it from you y/n. are you sure about this? fully sure?â namjoon asks.
âi am sure.â
you crooned, your lips forming a pout due to them suddenly stopping and it makes their eyes narrow at how the sweet action pulled at their heartstrings. they'd do anything you asked if you gave them those eyes and that expression but they need to finalize a few things.
âyou can use the safe word anytime, red for stopping completely, yellow to slow down and green to keep going yeah?â
you nodded, seeing the care in their faces even in between so much tension and need.
âwe've seen how men treat you at the club⌠so we won't do anything without your consent. we want you so bad but only if you want us just as much.â jungkook rasps.
you didnât know if you'd ever felt so valued and safe before in front of men and it makes tears of gratefulness well in your eyes as you pressed yourself closer to them, giving your body to them fully.
âi've never been more sure in my life. i want all of you please⌠please.â
you whimper, feeling their chest and nuzzling against taehyung who is in front of you now and he makes a low noise right beside your ear. they were ready to lose themselves in you completely, all their restraints and control gone.
you were laid back on the couch in the center of the room as you looked up at them, nervousness yet anticipation in you, your body already hypersensitive from being touched. jin leans down to your right side when he cups the underside of one of your breasts, feeling its weight. his thumb flicked it, your nipple hardening even more under his ministrations. you felt his touches all the way down to your clit.
âoh godâŚâ
a squeal left you when taehyung left wet kisses along the side of your other breast, not wanting to keep your other breast neglected before he captured the peak between his lips, sucking at first then with more pressure while jin's skilled pinching and rolling combined with taehyung's warm suction. your back arched off the couch as your breaths came out in short gasps, every pull of tongue and twist of fingers on both your nipples drew involuntary moans from your throat.
the others watched everything, their own need evident as they shifted closer even though taehyung and jin were having their moment, the hands of others would occasionally brush your arms or thighs in reassurance.
âahh.â
you let out a particularly loud moan as taehyung bites slightly on your nipple before soothing it with laps of his tongue making you feel heady as seokjin's mouth joined too, leaving your breasts wet with saliva. your breasts were like a glistening playground of sensation.
âahh⌠jin taehyung⌠it feels so good.â you whimpered, your hand gripping onto the couch from the pleasure. jin lifted his head briefly, his lips shiny.
âyeah? you like when we suck on these pretty tits baby?
âit makes your pussy feel good mhmm?â he asks.
taehyung hummed in agreement, switching to light nibbles and soothing licks, their words making you even more horny as you nodded dumbly.
âshe's dripping so much just from getting her nipples played with⌠just look at that wet patch.â
jungkook comments, all their eyes falling on your panty covered cunt where a damp spot had started forming from the amount of arousal you leaked and the white lingerie made everything see through. meanwhile, namjoon began kissing torturously down your stomach, his tongue leaving a trail as shivers race up your spine as he worshipped your belly, circling his tongue around your belly button. when his teeth scraped a certain ticklish spot, it made you giggle and you grabbed onto taehyung's shirt who was beside you.
âmmâŚâ
taehyung grinned at your giggle while namjoon glowed softly.
âso beautiful, every inch of you.â
he praised, nipping just below your navel. your legs couldnât stay spread, feeling a little shy from the copious amount of essence you were leaking and also from the building ache but hoseok and jungkook didnât let you hide away so easily, holding one leg apart, each opening you completely to their gaze. jungkook leaned in first, pressing his face close to your soaked panties inhaling deeply with a guttural groan.
âshitt she smells so good.â
he mutters, his hot breath fanning over your covered core making you twitch.
âi know right?â hoseok adds, already too obsessed from earlier after getting a waft of your pussy when he was so close to it. jungkook begins kissing and sucking marks onto your inner thighs, starting high near the crease and working inward, each harsh suck leaving reddish hickeys.
âj-jungkook..â you stammered as his tongue avoided your pussy entirely and focused around it, only puffs of air hitting it and you squirmed helplessly as hoseok's fingers dug in near your panties.
âspread wider for us princess, let us see how much you need this.â hoseok encouraged when your thighs trembled.
jimin and yoongi were the only ones left to join and they didn't hesitate anymore. their fingers joining to touch you over your panties, fingers expertly finding your swollen clit through the lace.
you whimpered, the pressure was never enough to push you over the edge but just enough to keep you teetering on the brink. jimin's touch was precise, he used the pads of his fingers to rub tight patterns between your folds that made your hips buck, with taehyung and jin watching your pleasured expressions with focused intensity.
âfeel that sweetheart?â
yoongi asks as he flicks your clit side to side.
âhmm?â he persists when you don't reply, pressing his thumb against your clit even harder and it felt so much even without them touching you directly.
ây-yes haggh.â you mewled.
yoongi presses the fabric against your folds, rubbing up and down the length of your slit until the lace lewdly sticks between your pussy lips.
âlisten to those sounds she's making⌠fuck.â
seokjin and taehyung conversed among themselves, their eyes focused on your pussy and what the other men were doing and it makes you even more excited if that was even possible, there was something so naughty about having the others comment on you while you were being touched as if there was an audience itself. it doubled the sensations for you as jin and taehyung occasionally tweaked your nubs just to hear you gasp between your moans from the maddening clit rubs that left your pussy clenching, your arousal coating your inner thighs messily now. you couldn't take their teasing anymore as your head thrashes.
âplease goshh more... i need more.â you begged breathlessly, not being able to stay still.
jimin offered two fingers, pressing them against your lips.
âopen up baby. suck them like you mean it.â he instructed.
you obeyed, eagerly opening your mouth as he slid them past your lips. you swirled your tongue around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head slightly. the others watched intently, already imagining you sucking their cocks exactly like this and all their cocks twitched inside their pants while jimin groaned at the wet feeling of your mouth, his eyes growing half lidded wondering how his cock would feel inside your mouth.
âlook at that mouth working so well.â jungkook added.
he pushed in his own fingers right next to jimin's, pushing his tattooed fingers so deep that it brushed the back of your throat, his fingers giving slight thrusts as tears brimmed your eyes trying not to gag.
âjust like that, get them nice and wet for us.â jimin murmurs.
jin grabs ahold of your hair, not enough to hurt but hard enough to make you feel the slight pain mixed with pleasure as he pulls your mouth to him for a sloppy passionate kiss that leaves you dizzy, swallowing all your noises. you made a throaty sound when jungkook's fingers finally left your mouth, his eyes focusing on your pussy, not being able to stand seeing it covered anymore and from the state of others around, they're impatient as well.
he went down your body as you watched with wide eyes but instead of using his hands to slide them off, he leaned down, your breathing growing ragged. with a dirty glint in his eyes, he caught the edge of the panty between his teeth and began to tug them downwards slowly making the fabric peel away from your core with a wet sound.
your pussy now fully exposed to the seven men and jin and taehyung also joined the others below to look at you making your cheeks flame from the vulnerability of it all and how exposed you felt while two of them spread your legs further until you were eagle spread, your folds parted as well, the soaked panty dragging along your thighs, leaving a trail of your own slickness. your entire body trembles as the cool air hits your center. the panties finally slip past your ankles and jungkook tosses them aside with a satisfied growl.
all of them leaned in closer where you lay bare as if inspecting you and it makes your brow furrow, heart pounding hard. you've never felt more exposed at once while your clit throbbed helplessly. they let out a mix of curses and loud exhales. their eyes held something else entirely, it went far beyond lust like they wanted to eat you whole and never stop. you felt like you were surrounded by seven hungry wolves and you'd give yourself up to them willingly. namjoon's breath hitched audibly, his large hands clenching at his sides as if fighting the urge to touch immediately.
âfuck...â he murmurs.
they'd never seen anything more perfect, it was like you were a work of art.
you were bare except for your thigh stockings and your heels. jin lets out a hum, his plush lips parting as he stared. your folds were swollen and parted slightly to reveal your labia and your gaping entrance, the clit on top shiny from your arousal and throbbing under their gaze. it was as if they were touching you from their stares alone and they hadn't even touched you yet.
âlook at how she's clenching around nothing. fuck that's so hot... you're so empty aren't you angel?â jimin asks so adoringly that you let out another soft sound at his endearment.
taehyung stared in awe as he tilted his head, it was as if your pussy itself was begging for their tongues and fingers on its own. they've never wanted anyone more, it was like you're the only woman in the world. they've always appreciated a female body but their bodies never reacted in such a way. they were never so mesmerized. they wanted to learn more about what made you moan or cry, where you liked being touched, what made you giggle and most importantly, what made your precious heart happy.
jimin chuckled with admiration when he saw you hiding your face between your hands because of how overwhelmed you felt from all their eyes on you at once.
âhey baby...â
he removed your hands from your face and pressed a kiss against your forehead.
âdon't be shy⌠you're stunning. look at how hard you make us just from staring at you.â
your eyes fall on their tented bulge and it makes you exhale shakily, it was the proof of how true their words were and it gives you a little more strength. yoongi's tongue darts out to lick his lips.
âi bet she tastes even better than she looks.â he comments, tilting his head making your breath hitch.
jungkook still positioned closest, looked up at you with those piercing eyes. you gulped, feeling your stomach flutter.
âi... i've never had anyone look at me like this.â you whispered, trying to find words to say what you truly wanted.
âespecially not all of you, i-it feels⌠too much but good. i feel wanted.. really wanted.â
your pussy gave a clench along with your words, drawing another groan from them by the sight of it and from your words.
âdo you want me to eat your pussy baby? nice and slow mm?â
you nodded desperately and jungkook didn't waste time and dived in first, his tongue pressing against your entrance, dragging upward in one lap stroke all the way up to your clit.
âahhh mm fuckââ
you squeaked at the sensation of his tongue and lip piercing combined and he let out a hiss at the taste. he took his time, eyes locked intensely on yours the entire time, never breaking contact as he repeated the motion, savoring every drop of you like it was the finest wine. the pressure was perfect, not too light and not too rough yet enough to make your hips jerk and your hands fist into the cushions beneath you.
âshe tastes incredible joon.â he murmurs to namjoon beside him. you squirm at the feeling of the cool metal of his piercing hitting your clit.
you tasted sweet and tangy at once, it was everything.
your eyes fall closed, not being able to keep them open as your head falls back in sensation. jungkook paused, biting onto your inner thigh, making you gasp as your eyes pop open.
âlook at me while i taste you or i stop.â he threatened.
you let out a long moan and kept your teary eyes open, the touches of others sending jolts straight to where jungkook was eating you. namjoon groped one of your breasts, squeezing it while hoseok rubbed his still clothed cock against your thigh not being able to help himself. a damn spot formed on his pants from the precum.
âyou want a taste too?â
jungkook smirked at taehyung, who was watching him eat at you with hungry focused eyes and jungkook moved aside to let taehyung have a chance. his tongue felt different, slow yet so deep as he traced every fold with the tip of his tongue. he suckled gently on your clit, humming around it to make your toes curl. your pussy was blooming more and more for them.
âi could do this for hours mmm.â he moaned against you, his tongue dipping inside your hole a bit to collect your fluids.
during all these, your legs were held open so they could eat your pussy with no resistance at all. namjoon's mouth was on your breast now, replacing his hands sucking on your nipple and also leaving a hickey on the underside of it while yoongi watched everything with hooded eyes, squeezing himself over his pants.
âpleaseee!â
you whined loudly, pressing your hips harder towards taehyung's face, feeling yourself getting close but he pulled back slightly with a chuckle looking down at you.
ânot yet darling, we all have to have a taste first don't we?â
from his words you knew that the torture was just beginning and you already felt like you'd cum but they were just beginning, they were about to take their sweet time. jimin pressed his mouth against you giving you teasing flicks of his tongue across your clit quickly that built the pressure rapidly before pulling back, leaving you whining pathetically and he almost felt bad but he enjoyed teasing you.
âaww.â jimin cooed, wickedness present as the others smirked.
âyou want more don't you? but this pussy is too good to rush.â he rasps, catching a droplet of your arousal that leaks with the tip of his tongue.
in the meantime, jungkook and hoseok latched onto your nipples, simultaneously sucking and biting while their hands roamed your body taking the chance to discover your breasts too since they didn't before and you grabbed onto their hair, holding them to your chest while sobbing. yoongi grunted, watching your pussy while the denial makes your body shake. the room filled with your breathy moans and the wet sound of their mouths working on your body.
namjoon was the first to slide his fingers along your mound and his intentions make you pant as his middle finger presses against your clit, a needy whimper leaving you.
âso fucking wet baby. this pussy's been begging since the club hasnât it?â
âwant it uhâŚâ you whined needily.
taehyung ran two of his long fingers along your outer lips, spreading them apart with his thumbs so namjoon and he could see every slick detail making your thighs quake.
âfeel that? she's pulsing so much.â namjoon observed.
you moaned loudly, head falling back when namjoon's fingers breached your entrance before dipping inside so slowly while taehyung continued his exploration on the outer part of you. the feeling of having something inside you from them even if it's just one finger, felt heavenly almost euphoric as he curled his finger immediately against that spongy spot inside you.
âoh god⌠oh please.â
you let out brokenly your hand fisting jungkook's hair, who still lets little licks on your sensitive nipple. jimin chuckled, his fingers replacing taehyung's on your clit as namjoon added a second finger, scissoring them to open you up as you bit your lip to stifle the cries that were trying to escape and they didnât like that one bit, they didnât like you holding back in any way.
âlet us hear you princess. don't hold back⌠thatâs it.â
your lips parted to quiet little âah ah ahsâ as namjoon pumped two of his fingers while jimin and taehyung took turns flicking your clit up and down, side to side, whatever motion they desired. your arousal coated their hands and dripped down to soak the couch. your eyes widen when hoseok's hand joins namjoon's, his fingers teasing your entrance around namjoon's thrusting fingers. namjoon's lips curl up as he makes space for hoseok's, whose two fingers slide inside you so easily considering how wet you were.
ânghh oh god iââ
your words cut off in a cry as you felt your pussy stretch and accommodate four fingers. their fingers were already so thick that you were stretched beyond imagination, stretched more than even dicks alone had done to you from just their fingers. you couldnât imagine what their cocks would do to you then. the burn was delicious, your hips rocked against them chasing the pleasure, feeling your orgasm get so close.
âunngh!â
you bite onto jungkook's clothed chest because he was the closest beside your head making him fist your hair.
âcome on boys, make her feel it.â
he grins, earning aroused laughs from namjoon and hoseok. both their fingers curled against your g-spot while taehyung pressed his thumb on your clit, holding it there with a blinding pressure that has your eyes rolling back. your pussy clenching continuously on their invading fingers as they wiggled and twisted their finger inside you as if they were searching for something deep inside you and your legs thrashed, not being able to take too much.
âshhh⌠you're going so good.â
taehyung soothes you, sensing the overload of sensations. you cried out, back almost lifting off the couch despite the men holding you from all around, your walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion.
âyess fuckk, ah r-right there!â
you wanted more and wanted to escape at once, your mind couldn't catch up from the stretch and the curl, the constant pressure on your clit from multiple hands now taking turns also your breasts never being left alone. you didnât even realize when namjoon and hoseok left your pussy so that jungkook's three fingers could take place inside you almost immediately, they slid in with no effort as he pumped them roughly.
squelch. squelch. squelch.
it makes loud wet noises that seem to override even your moans and gasps and the men around you groan at the noises too, a pained look on all their faces from holding back. jungkook watched your face contort in ecstasy, his jaw clenched.
âatta girl, squeezing so tight around me, so damn hot⌠yess.â
he hisses, his thighs starting to grind against the corner of the couch, wanting stimulation from how crazy you are driving him. jin watched everything with dark eyes rubbing against your inner thighs.
âyou ready for two more fingers baby?â
jin asks, stroking one of your butt cheeks as you watch him with a swallow, wondering how you'd take two more fingers while jungkook had three inside already but your orgasm was so close you couldnât think straight and by the way, your pussy was gaping, you wanted more.
ây-y-yes.â you stammered nervously.
âi'll be gentle yeah?â he coaxes.
slowly jin penetrated two of his fingers alongside jungkook's three moving ones, basically fisting you and you let out a loud cry, your toes curling.
âoh god, oh god.â you chanted.
they all watched the way your pussy accommodated several fingers, lips parting hungrily while you were a mess beneath them. they moved their fingers in and out slowly now, mindful of the fullness in a rhythm that had your juices overflowing with pornographic sounds leaving you. your thighs trembled hard and uncontrollably as you struggled to breathe, choking on your saliva.
âi-i can't... it's too much.. feels so good.â
the others paused their actions just to watch jungkook and jin having their moment, hitting your spots relentlessly. taehyung pressed down on your lower belly to heighten every sensation and to feel their fingers moving inside you. your hips bucked wildly but strong hands pinned you down, forcing you to take every bit of pleasure they gave and it was building higher and higher without mercy.
âah please please let me cum! i need it, i'm so close hahngh.â
you babbled, not even making sense, your hand gripping hoseok's shirt so hard that it ripped, buttons flying all over. the orgasm was so close to hitting you and that's when they decided to stop altogether, fingers leaving your cunt and their touches stopping.
ânoooo why?â
you sobbed out tears streaming down your face now. it was as if someone had just snatched your high from you after so long and it left you heartbroken and your body aching.
âwe've got you baby.â jimin murmurs soothingly, his hand rubbing circles on your belly while you try to recover from the denial.
amidst that, taehyung had gone upstairs to grab a bottle of lube from a drawer before walking back downstairs, it's like they knew exactly what they planned to do. taehyung's eyes met yours with a smile that somehow made even this intimidating moment feel safe.
âyou ever had your ass played with sweetheart?â
jungkook questions and you flush at the question, the hint of what's about to happen making you restless.
âi-i yes⌠i did touch myself a few times but i didn't have anyone inside t-there.â you stuttered shyly.
you had experimented and fingered yourself on your back hole during moments of need all alone, you even tried butt plugs but that was pretty much it. you weren't so experienced because no one had you there before.
âyeah? do you want us to be your first?â taehyung questions.
you huffed, leaning onto taehyung, your lips falling onto his throat and sucking a mark.
âjust make me cum please.â you sign.
âfuck anything you want sweet baby.â he grunts.
their hands are already soothing over your thighs and palms spreading your legs wider, pressing them upward and against your breasts to give them better access to your lower portion.
âwe'll go slow okay?â
hoseok's palm stroked the inside of your knee while jungkook's hand rested on your hip. you shuddered from a mix of nerves and arousal. you felt thrilled and excited for what was to come even despite the fact that they didn't let you cum.
yoongi grabs the lube from taehyung, his eyes falling on you, looking almost feral. he had been controlling himself all this time, watching the others have their fun with you while he didn't intervene at all because he was the type to strike at the right time and also because he wanted the part of you that no one took first so he'd held back. your heart races as you look at him lean over you, your hand gripping his shoulder on its own.
yoongi always did the most calculative unthinkable moves and when he attacked, it was always in the most intense way. he drizzled the lube, making the liquid trickle slowly over your tight asshole, you gasp at the sudden unfamiliar sensation.
âbreathe for me, in and out.â he instructed and you tried following him, breathing in and out. he circled the pad of his finger around the puckered rim not pushing in yet, just feeling around.
âmmmmm⌠yeahâŚâ
his free hand rubbed circles on your thigh, coaxing you to relax.
âyou're doing so good already.â
jimin murmurs, leaning in closer from the other side, adding more lube with his fingers. it mixed with the juices already leaking from your pussy making everything even more slick while their eyes watched every twitch of your body and the moans that left you.
âahh... it's cold but feels⌠good gahh.â
you whimpered, your hips shifting slightly as namjoon held one of your legs steady. they worked you open with patience. multiple fingers from different men joined in. yoongi's thumb continued rubbing over your rim along with jungkook's finger.
âohâ!â
you squealed as taehyung's two fingers sank back into your pussy, doing that scissoring motion making you sob. it seemed more intensified because of your rear being touched.
âfuck she's so tight back here.â jungkook groans and yoongi nods in acknowledgement before slowly pushing the tip of his finger inside as you tense.
ârelax just let me in...â yoongi rasps.
you gripped his wrist, whining, trying to not clench too hard while hoseok grabs your thigh, stroking your skin to distract you from any discomfort. yoongi's finger sank deeper and the lube made him sink all the way in so suddenly that you cried out raw.
âoh god... h-hahh.â
yoongi cursed at the feeling of how tight you are.
âcolor?â
he asks, your bottom lip quivers at his caring tone despite how long he'd held back.
âg-green.â
you gasped and he smirked slowly, starting to pump his fingers while jimin and jungkook touched around your stretched rim or your clit while taehyung still had his fingers pumping, both of them delivering careful thrusts. there was pleasure, pain and so so much ecstasy. you never thought getting fingered on the pussy and ass could feel so good as you couldn't stop moaning. namjoon's mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive nipple.
âhaah⌠haahâŚâ
you felt like you'd burst when hoseok leaned closer to your pussy to lick at it, flicking it over your clit. the dual assault combined with the fingers till stretching and pumping inside both your holes was mind shattering and you could barely think straight. namjoon's suction on your nipple intensified, teeth grazing while the others held your legs open, preventing you from closing them against the overwhelming stimulation. yoongi's fingers curled inside your ass, touching the spot that you didn't even know existed and his fingers were extra long, as were taehyung's and both of them continued fucking you with them.
âah-ah-ah-ahâfuck!â
you saw stars behind your eyelids with tongues on your pussy and the slide of fingers knuckle deep in your ass and cunt and the pull on your breasts. your nipples felt like they were on fire from the constant sucks and bites they received, they were swollen and almost reddened. all of the several sensations were about to do it for you.
âplease⌠p-please! i can't...â
your voice breaks into a series of whimpers.
âi'm gonna... i need to cum... ahh please let me cum!â
they didn't stop their movements at all, drawing it out even slower to heighten the peak.
âyeah?â
he curled his fingers again and again just to see you tremble.
âyou only get to cum when we say so.â
jungkook rasps against your clit before sucking into it even harder between his lips, humming vibrations through it making you twitch and wail out.
âplease please.â you chant, your head thrashing side to side.
hoseok licks you all over, lapping at the lube and your juices mixed together. namjoon switched to your other nipple, biting down gently while his other hand massaged the first breast. the pressure built unbearably. your asshole and pussy clenching around the digits, every muscle in your body tensed, toes cuddling in your heels as the orgasm finally crashed over you with their permission.
âthat's it, let go. cum for us.â yoongi commanded softly, his hand stroking your thigh.
your first orgasm of the night ripped through you and it was more intense than anything you've felt, the first best orgasm of your life. your pussy gushed around taehyung's fingers and your ass spasmed around yoongi's while you screamed, body shaking violently.
âahh! fuckkk.â
you cursed as you saw stars behind your eyelids while they continued licking and fingering you through it. spurts of liquid left your pussy soaking the couch and their hands and they all groaned, licking at it. even yoongi leaned down to get a taste while making animalistic noises. the aftershocks making you twitch and whimper, your chest heaving as they slowly eased their fingers out making you whimper at the loss. their hands didn't leave you entirely, now murmuring praises.
âyou did so well angel...â jimin cooed, kissing your thigh.
their eyes couldn't get enough of you as yoongi brought his glistening fingers to your lips for you to taste yourself.
âmhmm.â you licked obediently, feeling dazed and blissful, doing the same to taehyung's sloppily while still breathing hard.
they let you catch your breath while they looked at you with hunger and need that it made your chest tighten, wondering what they'd do next. that's when one by one they began to undress themselves fully, shedding off their dress shirts and pants that had already been partially opened. the clink of belts and the metallic sound of it makes your eyes hooded as you swallow, staring at them.
taehyung undressed first, taking off his shirt then pushed down his pants and boxers together, revealing his big cock. your eyes widened at how long it was, flushed at the tip from his need as he kicked away his pants. namjoon was next, taking off his shirt to reveal his muscular body, the type that came from gym sessions. his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, curving slightly upward with a prominent vein running along the underside, already glistening with precum.
jimin had all lean muscle, his abs rippling, the nevermind tattoo and the tattoos on his back as he revealed a perfectly shaped dick, not the longest but girthy enough to make your pussy clench at the sight, it looked like it was perfect to hit every sensitive spot. jungkook revealed his tattooed body next as he stripped, your mouth watering at the sight of his tattoos and muscles, revealing a cock that was both long and thick, veiny and aggressive looking, standing proud and pointing at you.
hoseok was confident in his bareness, he just seemed to have a flexible physique like he could put you in any position he wanted, his huge cock bouncing free, slapping against his stomach. jin moved next, revealing his broad chest and shoulder that you stared at with parted lips, his cock was thick as well and he was utterly shameless in it when he grabbed it and gave it a slow stroke, smirking at the way your eyes widened.
finally yoongi undressed last because he was too busy savoring your reactions to the others getting naked. his body was lean and strong, his pale skin makes him sexier and you gasped when his cock was exposed like it was a weapon, along with a slight thickness that promised deep thrusts and he was leaking steadily.
you were in pure awe as you took them all in, surrounded by such raw masculinity in every way possible. it felt so much more fierce because they were all bare. that you didn't even know whom to admire, you wished you had the capability to admire them all at once and to your heart's content. they were magnificent, each uniquely breathtaking and exerted dominance and masculine perfection and their cocks? they were all intimidating despite being different and you couldn't stop staring at them, you wondered if you were drooling.
you felt so incredibly powerful and unreal that you affected the men like that, they were all hard and leaking precum just for you. your pussy still throbbed from the aftershocks but couldn't stop clenching.
âoh my god...â
you whispered, your cheeks burning as you stared openly unable to look away. nothing in the world mattered in that moment except them, the way their bodies looked and the way muscles shifted under their hard and ready cocks because of you. you still couldn't believe that this was happening.
âyou're all... so big.â
your tongue felt loose, the words leaving on their own. the men's egos boosted at your reaction, some smirking while the others looked at you heatedly. jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his piercing caught between his teeth.
âfuckk look at her staring like that, like we're the only thing she's ever wanted.â
he murmurs and namjoon chuckles deeply before nodding. you got that look in your eyes. they've had such powerful companies bow for them yet nothing compared to the way you looked at them right now. they didn't even want to compare you to anyone else, you were that special. they felt irresistible in your eyes.
âkeep looking at us like that baby and we won't last long enough for everything we want to do to you.â hoseok grumbles.
you shifted forward onto your knees without needing much prompting, your knees sinking to the hard floor but jin quickly grabbed a cushion from the couch and gently placed it under your knees.
âdon't want you bruising those pretty knees princess.â he says, stroking your hair once before stepping back as your heart flutters.
the seven of them formed a circle around you, their cocks at your eye level until you could get their clean male scent so well. your pussy dripping anew with eagerness. yoongi stepped forward first. he gathered your hair into a loose ponytail with one hand, pulling you close with a firm tug.
âopen those sweet lips for me baby.â he rasps.
you parted your lips with a whimper and he slowly fed his cock into your mouth inch by inch. the taste of salty precum and clean skin made you moan as you took him deeper, your tongue swirling and he groaned, his eyes half closed in pleasure.
âgood girl just like that. your mouth feels incredible.â
you relaxed your throat even more at the praise, wanting to do the best for him, taking him further until your nose brushed his pelvis, your eyes watering at the stretch. he held you there for long moments by your hair, savoring the tight heat then his hips started rolling lazily. his free hand caressed your cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear.
âlook at me while you take it⌠yeah just like that.â he growls.
the others watched intently, hands stroking their own cocks.
âshe's handling yoongi so well.â hoseok commented huskily.
âlook at her throat bulging a little, goddamn it.â
yoongi fucked your throat with such deepness that it left you gasping and moaning around him. he took your mouth for several long minutes, knowing others are still waiting so he reluctantly pulled out with a pop.
âperfect start sweetheart.â he praised.
jin moved in next, he tapped the head of his cock against your tongue almost immediately without letting you catch your breath. doing it a few times enough to make you whine.
âtongue out.â he ordered.
you obeyed dragging your tongue along his cock, letting out an âmmmâ at the way he throbbed under your attention. then he guided you lower.
ânow my balls suck them.â
jin was a balls kind of man, he had such sensitive balls and he loved it when they were sucked nice and gentle so you did exactly that. you leaned in, taking one into your mouth sucking while your tongue massaged it. your hand came up to cradle the other heavy one. jin let out a long satisfied moan, his head falling back.
âjust like that... fuck⌠you're a natural. swirl your tongue more.â
you tried your best to follow his words, alternating between sucking and kicking while your other hand stroked his shaft as well, not leaving any part of him unattended. he grinned at how eager you were taking care of him so well even after everything they did to you earlier. you were worshipping his balls like they were your favorite treat.
âdon't forget the rest of us baby.â
namjoon chuckles, the others making amused impatient noises, dying to get the feel of your mouth. your lips were already swollen and glistened when you pulled off jin's balls to breathe and he was about to slide his cock inside your mouth but hoseok was already taking his place next, his cock throbbing as he guided your head with one hand tangled in your hair.
âcome here baby.â he murmurs, making your stomach flip.
your lips remained parted on their own so he slid it inside efficiently. your hand was placed on his thighs to hold on as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked.
âshitt.â hoseok groans, his hips beginning to fuck your mouth, each thrust pushing him deeper until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. you gagged as you heard wet slaps of his skin meeting your face as he picked up the pace, your moans drawing vibrations around him.
âyes⌠yes keep sucking like you mean it.â he rasps.
âso fucking pretty with your mouth full.â hoseok rocks into your mouth with a few more rolls.
his fingers tightened just enough in your hair to guide you, snapping his hips and burying himself deeper inside your mouth. from his ragged breaths and groans you felt that he was close and he wasn't letting go so easily. saliva dripped down your chin and onto your bouncing breasts.
âahh.â hoseok pants as you licked along the underside of his shaft on a particularly hard thrust.
âyou're gonna make me lose it if you keep that up.â
you only quickened your movements as the men around you were feeding off the sight.
âeasy there hobi, don't wear her out too soon.â taehyung teased.
âyeah save some of that energy for the rest of us, give us a chance,â namjoon added, pumping his fist slowly over his cock. jungkook beside him, doing the same.
hoseok even though he was so close, pulled back, breathing hard as he petted your head as if you'd done a good job. they'd all planned to cum together and hoseok didn't wanna break the rule first. namjoon cupped your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing over your precum soaked lips.
âyou okay baby? want more?â he asked, checking in before taking his own moment.
âhah y-yes.â you nodded eagerly.
he filled your mouth completely with his cock from how slippery it was from all the fluids of others and your drooling mouth. his hand moved to rest on your throat, just cough to feel the bulge of his cock with every roll forward and you gagged, tears streaming down your face as you tried your hardest to breathe through your nose. his fingers flexed slightly as he controlled the pace so you took him to the hilt, he groans at the way your throat constricts around him.
âthis throat feels so tight and good.â he murmurs. eyes half lidded as he watches the outline move under his hand.
âugnngh!â you make a throaty sound that makes his grip tighten more. he loves the sight of you choking on his cock.
âshe's taking it all... so hot.â yoongi observed, his cock still glistening from when you'd sucked his earlier and he used that to stroke himself.
namjoon's thrust grows faster as he fucks your mouth and the eyes and praises of others made your head spin and your thighs squeezing together from the frustration and need to finish once again. jimin stepped up, not wanting to wait any longer and as namjoon's eyes fell on him, he slipped out with a growl.
âperfect... you're absolutely perfect.â jimin hums with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he rubbed the head of his cock along your bottom lip first, tapping it lightly against your tongue without fully entering inside your mouth, pulling back whenever you leaned forward eagerly.
âah ah, not yet angel.â he cooed.
âchase it⌠show me how bad you want my cock.â
you let out a whine, eyeing his cock with glistening eyes, tongue out sluttily but he was having his fun making you work for it. you part your lips, your tongue darting out to taste him, only for him to shift his hips to pull his cock away from you at the last second, leaving you whimpering and shifting on your knees. you watched helplessly as a bead of precum left him that you couldn't catch with your tongue, your mouth watering for more.
when he finally let you have him, it was just the tip sliding past your lips before he withdrew again and he let out a smirk. he sure had incredible patience to do this because the others were eager for your mouth while jimin was taking his sweet time. he makes you chase after it, your lips trying to suck him in desperately, each time he allows you just the head of his cock licking off his precum.
âp-please.â you sobbed.
âdon't be such a tease jimin.. give our girl what she wants.â
jungkook chuckles hotly and the others nodded with a grin enjoying jimin's little game
âshe's loving it though, she'll work even better on me once he's done.â taehyung adds with a grunt, already having made up his mind that he will go next.
âyeah? you want it bad baby?â jimin snarls and before you could reply, he abruptly filled your mouth with his cock, making your eyes widen.
âthen suck it good will you?â
you suckled instantly, like you've been given water itself after being thirsty for so long, bobbing your head while making sputtering noises.
taehyung's turn came too slowly as if he knew exactly what he was doing. he sat on the edge of the couch unlike others who decided to take your mouth, standing on his long legs, man spreading so you're able to kneel comfortably between them. his dark eyes locked onto yours without blinking. taehyung's focus was solely on you. he reached down to gently stroke your tear streaked cheeks, it was such a tender touch compared to how hard and throbbing he was against your lips.
âyou ready baby?â he murmurs.
you flushed, parting your lips slowly as you enveloped him with your mouth lapping onto the very tip of him as his taste fills your senses. his hand continued to stroke your cheek like you were his darling even as you sucked deeper.
âugh!â he hissed, hips twitching as he lets you set the pace at first, loving the way you lap at his tip.
âyour mouth feels like heaven... keep those pretty eyes on me, don't look away.â
the eye contact made it even more intoxicating as you tried to look up at him through blurry vision due to your tears and it made it even more intimate while he hit the back of your throat.
âjust like that.â his head falls back onto the couch with a gasp.
jungkook follows soon, walking up to you with his belt, pulling your mouth off taehyung's cock with a slight tug in your hair that makes you moan. he was so impatient and rough after waiting so long for everyone to have their turns, his hand gripping your hair hard enough for pain to mix with pleasure. taehyung watches with a smirk, a little annoyed that his fun was cut short but he lets the youngest have his fun.
jungkook clasped the belt around your throat like a collar making you gasp, he used it as a handle as he pushed his cock inside your mouth in one go. he growled at the feeling, rolling his hips, throaty noises coming out of you from how immediately he reached the depths of your throat.
âtake it deeper⌠ugh just like that.â
his hips delivered more sharp pumps while pulling your head forward with the help of the belt and you struggled to breathe properly, choking on his cock and your tears, he slowed just a little after a while.
âbreathe through your nose baby. you're doing amazing.â he grumbles.
you breathe shakily as he pulls his cock out for a bit to let you breathe.
âmmph-â
your noise gets interrupted because he lets you take one inhale before driving back inside your mouth with full force. what started as you giving jungkook head led to more when the desperation in the group increased and they couldn't keep themselves away especially from how near they were from jerking off and also from the attention you've given to every single one of them differently and you knew what the men wanted without even proper words as you slowly started switching between all seven of them.
there were seven cocks surrounding you in a loose circle and you struggled to even focus properly. one moment your mouth was full with jimin's length sliding in and out of your mouth while yoongi's hand guided your hand to his cock from the side so you'd be able to jerk him off simultaneously.
âah ah... mmmphmm.â
a mix of their husky moans and your muffled noises was all that could be heard. next you were turning to take namjoon's girth while both your hands jerked hoseok's and jin's cocks in rhythm. your palms were fully slick with spit and precum as you stroked them from the base to the tip.
âshe's literally made for this.â namjoon rumbles as he holds your jaw, thrusting into your mouth.
âshe can handle all of us together uh-huh?â jungkook lets out an amused groaned noise.
the different tastes and sizes were sensory overload for you, jin's cock filling your mouth and you also switched to sucking his balls like he liked while jungkook rubbed his dick against your face, leaving wet trails of precum on your pink cheeks. their hands didn't leave your body either, fingers tweaking your nipples, stroking your thighs or even guiding your head to the next cock. all this made you drip all over the floor, your pussy producing so much essence. you pulled off taehyun's cock with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his tip, only for hoseok to messily kiss you right after, his tongue tangling with yours and he growls at the saltiness from everyone before pushing your mouth back to yoongi's cock.
âoh...â you squealed.
when taehyung rubbed his cock against your cleavage, sliding down to flick your abused nipple with the tip of his cock
âtae pass her to me.â jungkook breathes out.
you whimpered as taehyung pushed your head on jungkook's cock so you'd be able to suck onto him while you twisted and pumped other cocks, occasionally leaning to lick or suck on balls or kiss the heads messily. no one came yet, they were holding back and edging themselves while you rotated between two or three cocks demanding your attention.
they noticed the way your thighs trembled and the sticky mess that was falling on the cushion between your legs and they didn't like neglecting you like that while you were working so hard on them. a shared look of understanding passed between taehyung and jungkook before they kneeled in front of you, making your eyes widen as they positioned you so your legs are spread while your mouth and hands are still able to work on others.
âah-hahh, shitâŚâ
jungkook and taehyung bury their heads between your spread thighs, their hot mouths devouring your pussy with hunger as your mouth couldnât stop producing mindless noises. jungkook's tongue dragged slowly from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit in long strokes, his lip piercing hitting your clit every time, sending shivers up your spine with every pass. taehyung focused on tracing every fold with the tip of his tongue, sucking on your clit whenever jungkook moved his focus on your opening.
âhmm...â
he hummed, the vibration along with the dual sensations was overwhelming. both their mouths worked insistently as if they had all the time in the world, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other sloppily while your hips bucked. around you, the other five men stroked their thick cocks with pumps of their fists, their dark eyes locked on your writhing body.
âfuckk.â namjoon breathes.
his large hand gripped his length firmly, thumb swiping over the leaking tip as he watched jungkook's tongue disappear inside you continuously. you looked so goddamn pretty taking both their tongues like that.
âshe's making a mess joon. watch how much sheâs leaking.â
seokjin's lips curved up in a smirk as he let out a raspy chuckle with namjoon, both of them stroking their cocks side by side.
âshe sure is.â he groans.
jin couldnât help himself as he leaned down to grope one of your heaving tits to roll and pinch the nipple until you whimpered. hoseok's hips suddenly snapped forward, slapping against your parted lips. he panted smearing his precum on your bottom lip.
âmmph!â you let out a muffled sob when in one go, hoseok stuffs your mouth full of cock, almost cutting off your airflow, his eyes growing half lidded with lust and pleasure. yoongi and jimin were almost hypnotized with the sight of your pussy being so thoroughly eaten as hoseok grabs the belt around your throat that was being used as a collar and uses it as leverage to fuck your throat. pulling you closer with sharp tugs of the belt, fucking your mouth like his personal sex toy while choking you with the collar.
gluck. gluck. gluck.
the wet sounds of your throat getting fucked were all that was ringing in your ears along with the obscene slurps and sucks from between your legs. the men around you let out shared masculine moans and groans. you let out broken whines that you couldnât hold back no matter how hard you tried, struggling to breathe.
âoh god...â
jungkook growled against your cunt as the two mouths between your thighs pushed you higher and higher. they held you apart when your thighs trembled so the others could get the perfect view.
âyou're clenching so damn much baby.â
taehyung grumbles as two of his fingers slide inside you effortlessly from how slippery and wet you were while jungkook's tongue focused on your clit with renewed vigor.
âshe's probably gonna cum again⌠sheâs squirming so much.â jimin says and the other men made noises of affirmations.
hoseok pulled his cock out not giving you a chance to catch your breath as yoongi takes position and is already grabbing a fistful of your hair. he feeds you his cock and you couldn't help but clench on jungkook's tongue, making him let out a muffled groan, diving in again while taehyung latched onto your clit.
âtaste so fucking sweet, are you gonna cum again for us princess?â taehyung pulls back enough to speak.
âummmhg.â you let out a whine on yoongi's cock and he smirked
âyeah you will?â
one of his fingers joining to curl inside your pussy, making you sob, your eyes closing on their own. the others around you stroked their cocks right in front of your faces, stroking faster and faster, their breaths growing ragged muscles tensing. they also made you switch between sucking cocks of whomever you could and squeezing until you almost forgot whose cock you were touching or whose one was getting inside your mouth, you just blindly followed whatever they guided on you while jungkook and taehyung kept fingering and licking you beneath, stroking their own cocks. your boobs sometimes groped or squeezed against their cocks and also slid against each other. their eyes devouring your tear streaked flushed face, your body twitching hard.
you knew that they were so close. one by one they began to cum in sequence. all you could hear were groans and curses and the noises of liquid hitting the floor. jungkook pulled back from your pussy when he reached his peak with a harsh breath, stroking himself furiously over your mound before letting thick ropes of cum land across your pussy lips and clit, painting them white.
âfuuuuck yes marking this cunt right up.â
he hissed through gritted teeth while taehyung continued licking around the mess tasting your juices and jungkooks release mixed together with a moan his hand working faster as well. you pant against jimin's thigh, your forehead rested against it, all your attention diverted to the men coming around you instead of your own pleasure. namjoon aimed for your open mouth as you panted, his cum shooting across your tongue.
âshallow for me, take every drop.â
he commanded and you obeyed, gulping down everything. there was a slight bitter edge to his cum and you loved it. seokjin followed next, groaning deeply as he came across your tits and stomach, squeezing the last beads onto your skin while you squirmed.
âshitt yes yes...â
hoseok lets out groans as he cums against your cheek and lips, some landing on your tongue as you lick it up instinctively. jimin and yoongi targeted your breasts and belly, adding to the mess that now coated your upper body and within a few minutes, taehyung cums all over your ass cheeks too. the sticky warm fluid was everywhere and there was so much of it sliding over your curves, dripping down your sides and mixing with your sweat. fingers from some of them joined in pushing their combined release into your mouth, feeding you more as you moaned around the digits.
âsuch a good little cumslut.â
yoongi murmurs, roughly pushing two fingers coated in cum past your lips for you to suck clean. the taste of their release mixed together was so erotic that you couldn't stop gasping and whimpering. their cum slid down your forehead and eyelashes and they loved it, it made them even more possessive at the sight of you glazed by them.
you were their personal canvas.
taehyung scooped some of his cum from your ass and brought it to your lips too.
âshallow it all down baby, show us how much you love being ours.â he exhales.
jungkook and hoseok rubbed their softening cocks against your cum covered tits, smearing the white fluid further while namjoon and jin worked with their fingers to gather more and feed it to you, making you drink copious amounts of seed.
jin made you clean his cock properly while he groaned in approval before yoongi joined in, letting you clean every trace of his release, sucking at the tip while he stroked your hair. hoseok went next, guiding your head as you took him deeper while residual cum dripped from your chin and onto his shaft. he murmurs out soft praises while you move to clean namjoon as well with slow licks, smiles on all their faces in the afterglow.
you cleaned taehyung and jungkook together while they caressed your cheeks sweetly, ending with jimin, finishing cleaning all of them thoroughly.
your breasts heaved with every inhale as there was silence for a bit while you leaned there on the floor, your thighs quivering from the multiple edges they'd brought you with their tongues and fingers. your mind was hazy after giving all of them head even though they'd made you swallow a lot of it. cum still dropped slowly from your chin and onto your collarbone, you could still taste some on your lips. jungkook panted and moved closer first as he looked at you with lingering hunger as he brushed a strand of hair from your sticky forehead.
âso beautiful covered in us... you took everything we gave you.â he murmurs in genuine awe.
taehyung nodded in response.
âare you feeling okay y/n?â
the others gathered closer too. hoseok wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, jimin biting his lip as he admired the view and yoongi watched you, all of them waiting for your response. you nodded weakly at first, your throat hurting from sucking them and the constant moaning.
âi... am good more than good, that was...â
you couldn't find the proper words to finish your sentence but you were honest, it was everything and you shifted slightly, still feeling the ache of your unfinished release. the men exchanged glances, silent communication passing through them.
âshe's still with us guys.â
jungkook said with a grin, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead. jin reaches down to take off the belt from around your throat, letting you breathe properly. the belt left a pink mark that made them let out appreciative noises.
âdrink some water first, you've worked hard and if we're gonna keep this going, you need to stay hydrated.â
hoseok coos as he walks over to grab a cool water bottle from the fridge, having no shame in walking around naked, his cock bouncing and it makes you flush harder. he uncapped it, holding it to your lips himself, tilting it carefully so you could sip slowly. it soothed your raw throat as you drank greedily, some of it spilled down your throat mixing with their cum.
even drinking water looked sinful on you.
they let you rest for a few longer minutes, their presence comforting you, hands roaming soothingly on your body while murmuring praises about how responsive you've been and how well you took them.
âthink she's ready for more?â taehyung asked the group.
âshe's nodding already, she's eager... aren't you angel?â
you smiled as you let out a sigh.
âyeah... i wanna continue.â
you admitted, your voice gaining new strength, no longer hoarse after the water and the break from them. the men lit up with renewed need, their cocks already twitching back to life at your words.
after a few more minutes of the rest period, they also helped wipe you clean with some tissues, not wanting you to be uncomfortable because of the stickiness and for what was coming next and they did that slowly, taking their time even if some of their cocks were already standing hard.
seokjin scooped you up as if you weighed nothing and into a bridal style, your body pressing against his chest. you gasped at the sudden lift, your arms wrapping around his neck, feeling his heart thud beneath your palm which told you that his heartbeat matched with yours. the others followed as jin carried you upstairs, your head resting against his chest, inhaling his scent.
âwe've got you beautiful.â jin whispered.
they led you into the massive master bedroom which had a soft light giving a sensual glow. jin laid you gently in the very center of the bed, your body sinking into the mattress while they stood taking you in and how your thighs pressed together instinctively. there was so much desperation and anticipation. you were gonna lose a lot of fluids before the nights over so they were glad that you drank water.
âtell us baby... do you wanna keep going?â
you nodded, feeling impatient but still a little over the moon from their constant checks but you felt so good and naughty that you couldn't stop anymore.
âi want you all raw please... i-i'm on birth control, i want you inside..â you whine sultrily.
you didn't give them a moment to react before you shifted onto your hands and knees in the center of the bed, arching your back, invitingly presenting yourself to him. your ass swayed slightly as you looked over your shoulder and at them with half lidded eyes, your hair falling on one shoulder.
âmake me yours tonight, use me like your little toy.â
the words came out confidently with no hint of nervousness, all your shyness and shame gone as you wiggled your hips in an attempt to seduce as if they weren't already. your spread thighs gave them the best view of your cum soaked puffy pussy. you have no idea what you've just unleashed and you're gonna face the consequences of that.
âdid you hear that guys? she's already begging to be bred.â namjoon said with a wicked smile.
âthat's exactly what we're gonna do.â jimin adds.
they couldn't wait to watch you take every load of cum inside your pussy. they've been pretty lenient with your mouth but they don't think that they'll go any easier on all your holes when you've just given them free rein. hours of pleasure were still to arrive.
yoongi of course was the first one to claim you based on the knowing look from the others who knew that he was going to be first as a primal look took place in his expression. without a word at first, he pulled you onto his lap in reverse cowgirl position making you yelp. your back pressed flush against his chest so that every other man in the room had a perfect view of your body. he gripped your hips firmly before one wrapped up to wrap around your throat making your breath hitch.
ây-yoongi..â you stammered as he bites your earlobe.
âsir. call us sir.â he corrects you, making you swallow, already lifting your hips enough to keep you suspended over his cock.
âsir... ahhh, oh my gosh.â
he rolls his hips, letting the head of his cock drag between your folds teasingly before notching himself right at your entrance and sliding inside you inch by inch while you can't stop writhing.
ânghh.â you let out a mewl when he was fully seated and he didn't waste much time before starting to thrust, the head of his cock dragging inside you with every grind making your walls flutter around him.
âso fucking tight.â
he grunts, his eyes half closing. the feeling was better than any drugs or money could provide, the feeling of your warm tight hole around him. the other men were already feeling jealous and extremely impatient, wanting to get a feel of your pussy too. they started pumping their cock with their hands, all their eyes locked on where yoongi's cock disappeared inside your dripping cunt.
in and out. in and out.
âahh fuck... you're squeezing me so good like you never want me to leave this pussy.â he growls.
his thrusts remained torturous, sometimes circling his hips in a way to make him go deep and it made you let out the most delicious noises, his lips brushing against your ear as his grip on your throat tightened just a fraction. his free hand slid down to spread your folds wider with two fingers to expose you for the viewing pleasure of others and they could see every intricate detail of how he fucked you. the way his cock filled you and pressed against your inner walls, your body trembled as did your thighs on either side of his legs from their gazes.
you were also shocked at how they were all rock hard again so soon, their cocks hard and heavy as they jerked themselves lazily, enjoying the show yoongi was putting on. your pussy clenched around yoongi's length as he fucked you with measured thrusts that seemed to reach deeper than physically possible. the hand around your throat made your head spin, heightening every sensation until you felt like you might shatter. you were also having a cock inside you after years and he was so big that you couldn't remain still, it felt like you might shatter any moment.
âyoongi⌠oh god, it's so deep.â you gasped out, hands gripping his thighs for leverage as you tried to meet his thrusts.
he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back as he picks up the pace just a notch, snapping his hips up.
âtoo much for you huh?â
âlet them know how much you love it shitt.â
he sent you spiraling, your walls fluttering as you felt the orgasm build for the second time tonight, your entire body tensing. the others couldn't take their eyes off you, their chests tightening along with their hands on their cocks. with a final deep thrust and a loud groan, he buried himself fully inside you, his cock twitching as he spilled thick ropes of cum inside you.
âyess yes...â
you babbled as his cock kept moving, some of his cum pushing out with his pumps. it triggered your own climax crashing over you hard making you convulse hard around him, your juices coming out as your back arched against him.
âthat's it.â
he encouraged, his hand loosening on your throat to grip both your thighs as he kept going slowly through both your orgasms, ensuring you felt every throb. the others let out groans as well, their strokes pausing momentarily at how you both orgasmed.
âyou tired her out already man.â hoseok laughed breathlessly, his cock twitching.
yoongi stayed inside you for a long moment, grinding to push his cum deeper as you rested against him while breathing hard. he didn't wanna leave the feel of you around him so soonbbut he reluctantly eased out with a wet pop, a trail of fluid leaking down your thighs. you made a frustrated little sound at the empty feeling. hoseok gave yoongi a smirk, the energy was practically wafting off him even before he reached you as he patted yoongi on the shoulder.
âyou set the bar high didn't you huh?â
yoongi's lips curled, feeling satisfied but already looking forward to his next turn with you.
âtake your time with her then.â he whispers to hoseok.
you were already limp, pussy clenching around nothing, eyes glassy as you looked up at hoseok. he flipped you onto all fours, positioning you to face the large mirror on the opposite wall so you could watch yourself while the others got a view too and it already has you panting. he lined up behind you and right on your slit, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. he didn't give you any moment to suck in a breath, it was so abrupt it knocked the air out of your lungs. he slammed home all the way inside with one thrust, stretching you open again amidst yoongi's cum.
âahhh!â you screamed.
the hard fucking began immediately, his hips snapping forward relentlessly, his balls hitting your clit with every deep plunge. each thrust drove you forward slightly on the bed, your breasts swinging while you watched your face contorted in pleasure in the mirror along with the way his cock drove inside you and it made you even hornier and turned on.
âlook at yourself and how good this cunt is taking my cock.â he snarled.
his one hand fisted your hair to keep your head up, forcing you to watch yourself. the others made manly noises enthusiastically, full of dirtiness.
âgo harder hobi, she loves it rough.â jungkook urged
âshe's absolutely gone.â jimin chuckles darkly, watching you in the mirror, leaning closer for a better view.
âuh⌠uh⌠uhâŚâ
you let out with each thrust of his. the position and the angle make hoseok hit that spot inside you over and over and especially that combined with the cum inside you makes everything wetter, sloppier, more obscene. your walls fluttered wildly as you felt another of your orgasms building so fast from the brutal pace.
âs-s-sir, it's so good gahh!â you moaned loudly, pushing back against him desperately.
hoseok had started pounding into you with an intensity, his hands gripping your hips to keep you anchored in one place, your walls fluttering around him as the pressure built higher and higher towards another peak. hoseok's breath came in growls as he chased his own release he was so close to.
âgonna fill this pretty pussy up.â he groans but just as your orgasm hovered right on the brink, it all suddenly stopped.
jungkook moved closer all of a sudden, his hand shooting forward with determination.
âit's my turn now.â
jungkook gruffs out. it was like he was possessed by lust at the sight of your pussy being taken by others and he couldn't control himself, all he wanted was to feel you around him and couldn't even wait for a single moment. he was already pulling hoseok back by the shoulder and he let out a frustrated groan, his cock slipping out of your dripping heat.
âjungkook what the fuck? i was so close, she was right there clenching like she was going to cum any second too.â
hoseok complained, his cock throbbing angrily in the air, glistening as he shot jungkook a half annoyed and half amused glare, wiping sweat from his brow as he stepped aside reluctantly.
âyou can have her right after man.â jungkook promised with a smirk at his lips. he scooped you up in a second from the bed as if you were nothing more than a delicate doll made for his pleasure.
âright now i wanna have her like this and fuck her.â he declared smugly, his eyes locked on yours in a way that makes your stomach flip.
it makes you let out a long moan because you loved it and this is what you wanted, wanted them to reduce you to their sexual plaything to pass around and claim as they pleased and it sent a shameful heat to your core. it turned you on more than you care to admit. another gush of wetness trickled down your thighs as jungkook maneuvered you into position. everyone was silent for a beat, a little shocked at the raw power jungkook exerted himself when he lifted you completely off the ground and into a full suspended hold, his strong arms hooked under your knees, folding your legs up and apart and blanching you like that, completely immobilizing you and exposing you. somehow the position made your puffy pussy get even more exposed to everyone. your back pressed against his chest while he stood as if he wasn't just balancing your whole body with just his arms alone.
you yelped sharply at the vulnerability of it all, your body suspended mid air, utterly at his mercy, your heels dangling.
âj-jungkookââ
he cut off your words with a click of his tongue, making a disapproving noise.
âyoongi specified to call us all 'sir' didn't he? you're seeking to get punished hmm?â
your lips part from his words, the position working against you in the nastiest way.
âi'm sorry sir.â you signed.
ânow that's more like it.â
âshe looks so helpless like that.â namjoon murmurs from the side, watching the way your pussy lips parted invitingly.
âjungkook's showing off his strength again.â
taehyung nods, grabbing a cigarette from the drawer beside him and lighting it with a flick of his lighter, taking a puff of smoke and blowing it out while his other hand strokes his cock.
âstretch that cunt wide for us.â seokjin grins.
âshe's probably just soaking even more just from being held like that.â
hoseok adds, watching patiently, waiting to strike as soon as jungkook finishes but enjoying the show as well. jungkook adjusted his grip, his cock nudging insistently against your entrance. he teases you for a bit, rubbing the broad head up and down your slick folds, coating himself in your essence while you whimpered and squirmed in his hold.
âyou want this don't you baby? want me to fuck you mid air like the needy slut you are for us?â he growled hotly against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
âohh yes please sirr... fuck me..â
and as quick as those words left your lips, jungkook slowly buried himself inside you, the sheer force lifting you slightly higher before gravity pulled you back down on his length. you saw stars behind your eyes from his size and the position made you tighter than anything. you cried out when he started moving using his immense strength to bounce you up and down his cock. each upward drive of his hips sent his cock slamming into you, producing loud wet noises as your juices coated him and dropped down onto the floor below.
âaaahh⌠yesâŚâ
your body jolted, tits jiggling wildly, your head thrown back against his shoulder as moans poured uncontrollably from your lips. he kept his hands tight below your thighs, it kept unable to do anything more than take everything he gave you. his muscles strained from the efforts, veins popping along his arms and neck but he showed no signs of tiring, only pure focus.
âshittt she's creaming all over your cock already.â jimin observed.
âpound that pussy kook.â taehyung whistles, taking in another puff of his cigarette.
âdon't forget to save some for me later, you greedy brat.â
hoseok added with a laugh. jungkook was clearly wearing you out quickly and the words from them only seemed to fuel him further. his thrusts are growing faster and harder, your cries escalating. he adjusted the angle slightly, grinding deep on every downstroke so his cock head kissed your cervix repeatedly while your pussy tightly held him, he felt so much bigger than he already was. the pressure built rapidly inside you, the unfinished orgasm from hoseok has left it coming back in full force so that it was almost painful, your clit twitching hard and untouched.
âsirrr gahh fuck i'm gonnaââ your voice breaks in a wail.
âcum for me, let everyone watch.â
he commanded through gritted teeth, his own release approaching fast as he felt your pussy spasming. a loud scream that ended in a sob left you as you came harder than you ever had, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you'd never squirted ever in your life and it was the very first time that your body couldn't keep up with it. clear fluid gushed out around his pistoning cock in squirts, soaking his thighs fully and landing so much of it down to the floor in a puddle. your vision whitened, every inch of your body locking up in ecstasy. jungkook groaned deeply, the feeling of your squirting pussy pushing him over the edge.
âfuckk yes take it all.â
he roared, burying himself as deep as he could, his cock pulsing hard inside you, thick cum flooding your womb in seconds, filling you to the brim. he held you there suspended, both of you panting and trembling, his cum mixing with your squirt.
âdamnn she squirted so much...â hoseok grins, already moving closer.
âgood job kook. now hand her over, i still need to finish what i started.â
jungkook slowly lowered you down onto the bed and you fell on your stomach from how exhausted you were even though you anticipated the other five of them. hoseok took his second turn hard and rough, he was already so close due to being inside your pussy the first time and the frustration had left him rougher than usual.
âfuckkk.â he snarls as he slides inside you with a loud noise from behind. you let out a wanton noise, murmuring his name.
âoh shitâoh shitâ!â
you let out a string of curses when he reached around to rub your neglected clit in circles, feeling how engorged it is since nobody touched it for a while.
âgoshhh yes.â you whined at it. your mouth fell open in an 'o' when it took him just a few more hard thrusts to fill you to the brim. there was so much cum from jungkook before as well that it soaked the sheets and made your thighs sticky with the creamy white mess. he pulled away from you with a shaky breath.
they let you have a few minutes of breath, your head buried on the pillow as your lower body quivered.
jin slowly walks forward, his hands settled on your back, caressing your sweaty skin. your hand fisted the sheets as you turned your head, your eyes longingly looking at his pouty lips and he didn't think twice and pressed his lips against yours, giving you a slow kiss. you whimpered when he pulled back, his arms pulling you close to him. his hands settled on your hips as he lay back against the pillows, one arm casually folding behind his head, his half lidded eyes sparkling with playfulness settled on you he guided you to straddle him, his thick cock standing proud and flushed against his abdomen.
âcome on baby.â he whispers, stroking your ass.
âride me. move those hips for me yeah?â he rasps. you felt a heat pool in your belly at his words as you sat on his hard stomach, breasts heaving as he cupped your cheek. your hips pressed against his abs, he helped you right above his cock, your breaths coming out fast.
âslowlyâŚâ he encouraged and you nodded jerkily as the head of him pressed against your puffy entrance.
you felt overstimulated in the best way and from cumming twice, it left you feeling floaty. he slowly stretched you open, giving you that burn that made your thighs tremble around his waist as you bore down more with a few gasps and sank down fully, his girth filling you completely until your ass met his hips and you were fully seated around him.
âhahhh!â you mewled as jin's face twisted in pleasure and at the feeling of your creamy cunt from all the loads you'd taken, it had left you warmer and even better inside. his free hand slid up your side before cupping one of your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipple in tiny flicks that sent jolts through you.
âfuckk that's it.â
he groaned, his head tilting back slightly to expose the column of his throat, his adam's apple bobbing as he savored the tight heat enveloping him.
âmove sweetheart. ride my cock like you mean it.â
he didn't push you at all, his hand caressed one of your butt cheeks, holding it spread so the others from behind could stare at the way his cock was inside you while he let you set the pace. your hands braced on his chest for balance as you began to roll your hips, lifting and sinking down in a slow grinding rhythm that dragged his cock along your inner walls with every motion.
ânnn⌠nnn⌠ahhhâŚâ
pleasure started to build and he didn't push you so you were able to please yourself on him and he understood that you were a bit overstimulated so this was really helping you as you enjoyed yourself.
he hit the best spots on every downward stroke and your toes curled at the tingling feeling, your breath came out in needy squeals. sweat trickled down your back as the pace gradually quickened, your breasts bouncing with the movement and jin was hypnotized with the motion. his hand tightened on you, his jaw clenching with restraint as he helped you bounce on him, just bucking his hips up a little bit to meet you driving himself deeper. quiet whimpers left you. from the side of the bed, yoongi had been watching his lips parted slightly, lost in his control even though he'd had this turn at the very beginning but he couldn't help it.
âcan't just sit here and watch anymore.â
he mutters huskily as he moves closer on the bed, positioning himself right beside seokjin. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as you continued riding seokjin and then his mouth was on you so suddenly you choked out and gripped his hair in shock.
âw-whatââ you gasped when his mouth grabbed onto your clit, sucking onto it making your entire body jerk.
âmmm so sweet..â
he hummed as he circled your clit, flicking at it with his tongue, teasing it before sucking it fully inside his mouth. his tongue technology was everything, he was an expert and so skilled it was so good, he was the best at eating pussy, sometimes lapping along your folds where they stretched around jin's cock.
ânnn⌠y-yes.â
your eyes closes, your motions faltering on jin's cock from taking both of them. it felt too much with the drag of jin's cock combined with yoongi's expert mouth devouring you. you almost lost yourself in the sensation of yoongi's tongue when a burst of pain from the spank of jin's hand made your eyes pop open with a cry, his hand immediately soothing the spot.
âdon't stop moving.â jin commanded, a glare on his face, delivering another slight spank that made your pussy clench hard around him.
âkeep riding me while yoongi eats your clit. you can take it yeah?â
the pain pleasure mix made you moan loudly, your movements resuming on their own with urgency, grinding down harder and faster as yoongi's tongue lapped at the mess where you and seokjin were joined, tasting both of you and also the mix of others that leaked out of you without hesitation, letting out groans at the taste. the others eyes gleamed at the pornographic sight.
âlook at her go.â
jungkook breathed, biting his lower lip, watching the way yoongi's tongue worked on you while you quivered constantly and drooled from how intense it was for you.
âride him harder, make him feel it.â jimin calls out. the others laughed lazily at his words.
âdon't go easy on her man!â
he didn't go easy on you at all as jin tensed beneath you, his hips snapping up more insistently now to meet your frantic rides, his cock swelling inside you.
âshit i'm gonna cum.â he gasped.
his hand that was behind his head now gripping your waist with both hands to pull you down hard repeatedly as he thrusts up at you.
âmilk me baby cum with me.â he encourages roughly.
all this while, yoongi's tongue never stopped sucking on your clit with the perfect pressure.
âdon't stopâdon'tâahhh!â
ânever gonna stop baby.â
jin promises and after a particularly harsh suck from yoongi that even jin could feel on his cock, he finishes with hot spurts of his cum flooding you that pushed you right over the edge. you came even faster and harder than you expected while his cock draws out every drop. you let out a series of gasps as juices mixed with his cum coated yoongi's chin as he continued licking through it to prolong the contractions. the full wet heat and the sting on your ass from the spanks made you feel like you broke as seokjin held you close, still impaled on his cock. yoongi pulled back with a satisfied noise, lips shiny and swollen.
before you could catch a breath, taehyung and jimin came over to you, not one but two and the thrill of what the two of them were going to do made your eyes go round comically. taehyung was the first to grab your waist and pull you firmly against his chest, the smell of tobacco and sex clinging to him, while jimin slid in from the other side, pressing against your back until the both of them sandwiched you, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers traced patterns on your skin.
âwe've been waiting to feel this tight body up close.â jimin whispers, and taehyung nibbled at your collarbone.
âi can already tell she's gonna feel so tight around me.â
he adds, earning a smirk from jimin and you shuddered violently at their words. with slowness, taehyung and jimin both together worked to take off your thigh high stockings and your heels, taking off the only set of clothes on your body and now you were fully naked from head to toe. after that taehyung grabbed a silk tie from the drawer.
âput those hands up..â he coos and you gulp but obey shakily.
he bound your wrists above your head to the headboard. he tied it securely but not too tight, just enough to make sure you couldn't get out of it no matter how hard you tried. he leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your arms, lingering on the pulse point at your wrist, smiling at the way it raced.
âis this okay love? not too tight is it?â he asked and you nodded breathlessly, the vulnerability of being tied down made everything heightened for you. jimin watched, his hands already sliding down to pry your thighs wide apart.
âgood.â jimin nods as he holds you open.
âdamn they've really did a number on herâŚâ jimin husks, watching the copious amount of cum your pussy seemed to leak.
taehyung settled between your thighs, not being able to hold himself back from the lewd sight of your stuffed cunt. his cock nudges against your folds, coating himself in your juices and he grunts at the feeling of hitting the tip of his cock on your clit, making your hips twitch with a whimper but jimin kept you pinned and open, not letting your thighs close. namjoon slowly joins the duo too, his hand cupping your jaw to turn your face toward him for a kiss.
âmnnnâŚâ you let out a muffled noise, kissing him back, both your tongues tangling messily while his hand roamed to your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples. taehyung's cock finally on the other hand, pushed inside you inch by thick inch and you moaned and cried loudly into namjoon's mouth, who was busy sucking on your tongue, his fingers tugging your nipples until they ached.
âshe feels incredible fuckk.â
taehyung groaned deeply as he bottomed out inside you, his hips flush against yours, pelvis grinding against you which stimulated your clit too.
âso tight so hot, this pussy was made for us wasn't it princess mhm?â he grumbles as he feels you pull him in deeper with every little twitch.
âunngh..â
you let out another moan against namjoon's mouth while taehyung pulled back almost completely before sliding in again with that torturous slowness, making his cock drag against your inner walls and it made a loud squelch sound from how wet you are. namjoon kissed you more insistently, his teeth grazing your lower lip before he pulled back to let you breathe as he watched your face contort from ecstasy, his fingers not stopping playing with your nipples, kneading the flesh until they were more swollen than before, it made a slight pain mix with it.
âhnngh⌠ngh⌠mmhâŚâ you let out all your desired noises after namjoon pulled away. he sometimes focused on sucking on your nipple too.
âthat's it tae fuck her, watch the way her pussy clenches around you hm.. she's loving every second,â
jimin was mesmerized with the way taehyungs cock slides in and out especially from getting a proper close up view now instead of standing away, his hands faltering on holding your thighs open. taehyung lets out an approved grunt at his words while you struggle to keep up with all three of them playing with your body like this, you can't even move or shift due to being tied down, your hands clenching into tight fists, knuckles turning white. tears welled in your eyes as taehyung hits your g-spot, his breathing growing ragged as he grows increasingly close to his release.
âi'm so close..â he groans, pounding into you, making your body shift forward so hard that you had to grip the headboard.
âahh.â
you and taehyung let out shared groans as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. ropes of cum painted your inner walls as he stayed inside next for long moments, grinding to push his release deeper and leaning down into you, kissing your neck. taehyung shoots jimin a look before pulling out with a wet dirty sound, his cum already starting to leak from your used hole as jimin took his place seamlessly in the same missionary position. taehyung was the one now holding your thighs apart, spreading you wider so everyone could see the mess as jimin's cock slid between your cum slick pussy with ease from so much fluid making him so slippery that he lets out a breathless chuckle. namjoon shifted impatiently, watching taehyung and jimin take turns with you and he was the only one left so he rubbed his cock against the side of your face, smearing precum across your cheek before tapping it against your lips.
âopen up angel, suck me while jimin fucks you.â he pants.
your lips part wetly to take him in as he slides inside and at the same time, jimin slides inside you.
âugnngh!â you sobbed around namjoon's cock, tears streaming down your face.
âoh goddd she's even sloppier, it feels like heaven.â
you let out muffled groans around namjoon's shaft as he slowly started pumping. taehyung leaned down to kiss wherever he could reach, your neck, your breasts, your stomach while he kept your legs pinned. the others watched everything, the satisfied group did so after they had their chance, stroking themselves and throwing their dirty crude comments and murmuring among themselves about you and it makes you feel wilder. a bit more animalistic. you were completely a crying mess by now, your body trembling from the overstimulation from your cunt being taken again and again while you couldn't moan or breathe properly due to namjoon's cock. jimin's thrusts grew faster while you sucked namjoon. taehyung hadn't let you cum earlier so even before jimin had cum, you started cumming on him while thrashing, your hair falling messily on your face, your pussy clenching and gushing. your body tried to buck but couldn't from your hands being tied and your legs held.
âyesss!â
jimin moans out, letting out some sweet whimpers too at how hard you were clenching on him like you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. namjoon held your head steadily, giving a few thrusts before pulling back slightly from your mouth and you gasped for air loudly.
âshe's our girl for sure⌠keep going jimin.â namjoon snarls.
the feeling of you cumming around his cock so quick made him cum almost soon after as well, some landing on your stomach as namjoon watched, stroking his saliva coated cock. namjoon carefully turned you onto your stomach and then guided your hips up, positioning you on your knees while your upper body remained pressed against the sheets. he spread your ass to press his throbbing cock against your pussy, groaning low in his throat. behind you, jungkook moved in closer, his lip piercing pressing against your skin as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, your stomach flutters at having him close once again.
âwe're gonna take you together now baby, me in this tight ass while namjoon takes this pussy, do you understand?â
âi wanna hear you say it...â he rasps.
your mind was hazy with lust, tears of pleasure drying on your cheeks, it's like you existed for it only and you were willing to take whatever they gave you.
ây-yes p-please... i want it please.â you gasped out, needily pushing back against namjoon's cock.
âi want both of you.â
jungkook chuckles against your skin as he reaches for the bottle of lube on the bedside table that taehyung has brought with him while coming upstairs as if he just knew it'd be needed again soon. he poured a generous amount over his cock, stroking himself slowly, mixing his precum with him and making himself so slick while he breathed heavily. he added more lube directly to the right ring of muscle of your ass that was exposed from being held open by namjoon. he did it patiently, coating your outside completely and some of the cum and fluids had also dripped down to your ass so you were already so wet but he didn't wanna hurt you in any way and wanted to make sure that you were comfortable.
âohh...â
you moaned when one of his fingers penetrated you, lubing your insides too while namjoon continued rubbing his cock head against your pussy, dipping just the tip in and out to keep you on edge making you tense.
ârelax i'm gonna make it feel so good for you sweet girl.â
jungkook promised, his free hand keeps your ass cheeks spread more as he worked a second finger in scissoring to prepare you just like yoongi had done downstairs. he crooked his fingers just right, brushing against the special spot making you sputter as your head thrashed side to side, not being able to make much movement from being tied down. namjoon leaned down, his chest pressing against your back.
âyou're taking kook's fingers like a champ.â he praised.
when jungkook finally deemed you ready, your ass stopped clenching too tight and had started fluttering instead in anticipation. he pulled his fingers free and lined up his lubed cock at your ass.
âohhhhh fuckâŚâ
you sobbed when your ass stretched immensely around his cock, your entire body shaking as he sank deeper, his groans mixing with yours at the feel of the tight channel.
âso fucking tight, let me in... yes.â he gritted out, one hand reaching around to rub your clit to distract you from the pain and it definitely did help as you breathed in and out.
when jungkook was halfway in, namjoon thrusted forward, burying his massive cock into your pussy in one stroke from how slick and gaping you were from taking multiple dicks there and jungkook was on the way to doing to the same training for your asshole too. it felt so overwhelmingly good yet so much, both their cock's met each other through the wall separating your holes, creating a pressure that made your eyes roll back so hard that there was only white visible, your legs kicking on the edge of the bed. namjoon's cock hit that perfect spot inside you while jungkook created a deeper fullness. it felt weird to have something inside your ass but it was forbiddenly good and you wanted more of it, your eyes went unseeing when he went all the way inside, pushing and gushing so much. the lube made everything slick and slippery so jungkook slided in and out with ease. they alternated, one pulling out while the other pushed in, thrusts that rocked your entire body upwards as you held onto the headboard desperately.
âhah⌠hahgh o-oh.â
namjoon growls, his hand fisting in your hair so your head shifts slightly and the others can see your blissed out face. jungkook's hips snapped harder, his balls slapping against your ass as he buried himself to the hilt. you couldn't stop making wanton noises, your stomach coiling from the dual penetration and it seemed to edge you so fast.
âi'm⌠i'm gonna ohââ
you wailed as you heard the slapping noises of skin meeting skin and the way namjoon and jungkook fucked you. the others around you were jerking their cocks faster so fascinated yet feeling so animal at the scene before the and they were so close to losing all self control.
you came hard around namjoon's cock, your pussy clenching violently around his shaft while your ass fluttered on jungkook's cock. your limbs shook uncontrollably against the ties as your forehead rested on the headboard as you tried to breathe wildly. namjoon followed right after, his thrusts growing erratic as he buried himself deep and came flooding your pussy with cum.
âfucking shitt.â
he lets out a string of curses, grinding deeper against you to push his release deeper while jungkook continues fucking your ass through the orgasm, drawing it out until you are oversensitive, his cock inside your ass makes you forget about the overstimulation of your pussy momentarily. the feeling of namjoon's cum leaking around his cock as he stayed inside you combined with jungkook's pace left your mind fully blank, you couldn't even produce proper words other than helpless moans. the aftershocks making your holes flutter around their cocks as they held you there, not pulling out yet
namjoon and jungkook slowly pulled out of you after a while, there seemed to be a certain shift in the air, like the wait had finally snapped. after seeing your flexibility and impressive energy, capable of being able to take two cocks at a time. they surrounded you on the bed, closing in like you had nowhere to escape.
namjoon and jungkook and taehyung were still beside you, their eyes all holding obsession and need as their eyes traced your flushed trembling form and the way that there was a large wet spot on the sheets. your wrists were freed from the tie by yoongi so you won't be restricted and they could put you in any position they want.
âcolor?â hoseok asks you with genuine concern.
âif it's too much, tell us.â taehyung adds.
his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your swollen lip. their hands hovering, cocks leaking against your thigh but waiting for your consent before proceeding, knowing you already took a lot. jimin leaned in to press a kiss against your temple.
âyou're shaking so much but we won't push you unless you're okay.â hoseok croons while you gasp for breath, your heart pounding and slowing down as minutes pass by.
âgreen...â
that's the only word you managed to get out as you looked at them with glassy eyes and they all groaned together.
âthat's our girl for sure.â
jungkook grumbles and the others made noises of agreement at how perfect you are and how your body opened up and gave itself to them so easily even after everything, you wanted to take more. they knew that you were the one for them.
they closed in fully and before you knew it, hands and mouths were on you all at once and everywhere. kisses went down your neck, shoulders, breasts and stomach, open mouthed kisses. teeth grazed your collarbones while tongues soothed the sting, fingers tangling in your hair and stroking your sides and ass. they teased every sensitive spot on your body. it was sensory overload as the heat of their bodies pressed close.
âhaaâŚâ
jimin was the first to claim your pussy, sliding his cock through your slit with a groan. he pushed in slowly at first, feeling your walls trying to pull him in like a magnet from earlier orgasms. namjoon positioned himself behind you, his cock pressing against your asshole. he didn't need to use more lube because there were already residuals of it from earlier and you were so full of fluids.
âgahh!â
you made a throaty noise, hands fisting the bedsheets as he worked his way inside your ass as well. jimin's thrusts rubbed against that spot inside you perfectly while namjoon's cock filled your ass. their hips snapping in sync, both their heavy cocks slapping against you, making pating noises while you sobbed out almost pornographic noises, not even recognizing the noises you made yourself. at the same time jungkook moved closer to your head, his hand wrapped around your cock, guiding your mouth open with the tip of it.
âlet me feel that throat baby.â he growls, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he pushes deeper.
you moaned loudly as he immediately hit the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes anew while jimin and namjoon continued fucking. taehyung on the other hand, slides his heavy cock between your breasts, squeezing them together around his length with a groan which were bouncing automatically from thrusts causing friction on his length.
âthese are so soft.â he grunts. he loved the way they felt around his cock, his precum causing his dick to glide easily, his thumbs flicking your nipples with every moment. jin and hoseok claim your hands next, wrapping your fingers around their throbbing cocks. your palms were guided up and down their lengths with their larger hands covering yours, setting a firm pace.
âstroke me good baby.â hoseok says, their hips bucking into your grip, abs flexing.
âgahhsh hahh mmphh.â
you make mindless muffled sobbing noises on jungkook's cock while being stimulated in every way possible. they continued without pause, jimin fucking your pussy with deep strokes while namjoon pounded your ass. jungkook used your mouth like a toy, like it was just a warm wet sleeve for him to use as he alternated between deep throats and quicker thrusts. taehyung's cock slid messily between your breasts, leaving them glistening and he let out grunts. jin's and hoseok's cocks were twitching in your grip.
yoongi was the only one left to join and he was standing close to the bed, watching everything and the chaos with feral eyes, tracking every noise of yours and the slap of skin as the other men claimed you. his hand paused on his cock, his chest rising and falling as he saw you being used so thoroughly. jimin was buried deep inside your pussy already but yoongi could see the way your walls clenched and fluttered, begging for more. the stretch was not yet complete and that alone made his cock twitch. you were his adorable little slut and stretched so wide and still hungry for more. the other men also noticed that yoongi didn't join as they egged him on, turning to look at him.
âyoongi's been holding back.â
hoseok chuckled, guiding your hand along his cock. his other hand kept you steady on jungkook so your mouth kept working on him.
âcome on yoongi, join us.â
jimin groaned in agreement, his hips never slowing as he looked at yoongi with a flushed smile, knowing exactly what he wants. they've known each other well enough to understand what the other wants without words and right now yoongi holding back means he wants something different, the way his eyes were fixated on your gaping pussy told him exactly that.
âshe's so fucking tight even now⌠but we can make her take us both. get over here and stretch our girl.â
yoongi finally pushed off the bed, his cock bobbing heavily as he approached, making the men chuckle between groans while you struggled to keep up with their words or even understand what they're saying. he added more lube over his length, adding even more to where jimin was already connected to you. the head of his cock pressed against your already stuffed entrance, teasing over the stretched rim where jimin was inside.
âgo for it.â jimin smirks at him and yoongi hums.
âyou want this baby? want both our cocks splitting this pussy wide open?â yoongi murmurs, his free hand stroking your bulging tummy gently, feeling the outline of jimin inside you. all you could respond with was a muffled sob around jungkook's cock as tears and snot left you, your mind melting.
âthat's a yes.â jungkook replies to yoongi with a grin, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
your vision blurs when yoongi finally pushed in alongside jimin causing such a burning stretch like you were going to tear open, forcing two massive cocks all the way in together. inch by inch, yoongi's length slid home, the lube easing the way but not diminishing the intense fullness as your tummy visibly bulges outward even more prominently at the dual intrusion.
âhnnngh... mm...â you sputtered with wide eyes around jungkook's cock.
the men groaned, their hands roaming your body, all focused on watching the way you took three cocks, two cocks inside your pussy and namjoon still pounding your ass. your belly bulged with each thrust until you could feel every bit of the detail and veins of their cock. you've never felt so full and complete in your life. the masochist in you barely registered the pain and only focused on the way you were being claimed so thoroughly. yoongi and jimin found a rhythm together, their cocks rubbing against each other, it sent white hot sparks exploring through their nerves. your pussy was overfilled and cum frothing at your entrance with every plunge, dripping down to where namjoon was hammering your ass in perfect counterpoint. jungkook pulls out from your mouth to let you breathe understanding your need for it.
âah-ah-ah-ahâfuck!â
they treated you like you were a breeding toy, namjoon's hand pressing down on your lower back to arch you further, deepening the triple penetration.
âwe're gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else. gonna pump you so full of cum you'll be leaking for days.â jungkook snarls, spitting inside your mouth as you wail, his hand stroking your tear streaked face as he jerks off right on your cheek.
âour cumdump..â
yoongi groans, giving you a few more pounds. you were spiraling higher and higher, murmuring and screaming nonsense, your brain's functions lost, while they were hitting spots inside you you didn't even know existed, rearranging and jostling your insides. just then namjoon leaned down to pinch your clit hard between his thumbs. you fully lost your mind.
âAHHHHHHHH!â
you let out such a loud scream that you were sure others outside the penthouse could hear despite it being soundproof as you gagged repeatedly on jungkook's cock, your breasts beingsqueezed hard by taehyung. you orgasmed hard, pussy cleaning down like a vice, milking yoongi's and jimin's cocks as so much liquid squirted out of you, soaking everyone. your entire lower body was soaked and their thighs were mixing with saliva and precum, your throat constricting around jungkook's. your vision blackened and you fell forward, almost like you lost your senses. yoongi snarled through gritted teeth, his hips rocking faster.
thrust. thrust. thrust.
that was what all of them were doing, jungkook inside your mouth, hoseok and jin fucking your fists, taehyung using your breasts while namjoon fucked your ass and jimin and yoongi fucking your pussy, all their faces contorted, not being able to stop moaning, pushing you to hypersensitivity and every inch of your body felt like it was burning and on fire. they didn't stop continuing to fuck you until they all started cumming, one by one they came all over your body and face and inside all your holes.
all you could smell was sex, sweat, raw masculinity and cigarettes, it all mixed together into something extremely lewd. so much liquid sloshing in your belly, becoming inflated as namjoon, yoongi and jimin dumped it inside you. you all felt less human and more animal like, sex beasts where nothing was enough and the night still wasn't over.
the night went on like that and the hours felt like an endless haze of pleasure as the seven of them continued to use you like their personal fucktoy, rotating through every single one of your holes until no part of you was untouched. groans, moans, cries and the slap of skin against skin were all that could be heard.
creampies after creampies.
âwho do you think made her cum the hardest huh? i bet it was me hitting her spot just right.â jungkook chuckled deeply, gripping your ass.
ânahh kook, it was me definitely.â yoongi interrupts.
ây/n baby, tell them, whose dick wrecked you the most?â
but you could barely form words, your mind foggy and from overstimulation so they gave you another round just to prove among themselves actually who was capable of making you cum the hardest as if they all didn't successfully do so several times already. they passed you around with ease, each man claiming a turn while others watched or strokes themselves and joined in to heighten the torment. they also competed about who could make you scream or cry the loudest as they shifted you into several different positions. you were shocked at your body for being so flexible. you didn't even remember your own name at this point as the rotation continued relentlessly.
hours went on with edging and making you cum, sometimes with mating press position or putting both your legs over their shoulders and sometimes they gave it to you in the spoon position so they could take their time with you passionately while they talked among themselves, always discussing who gets to have you next or in which position to put you in.
ây/n are you still with us or did we fuck you dumb already?â
you were far from responding to them, only letting out garbled noises, your body taking them all even now, you felt like you were in heaven and hell together from the pleasure and from the sensitivity. the gangbang went on until you felt like your pussy and ass overflowed with their cum that was constantly pushed back in by insistent fingers and cocks. the sheets were fully ruined, drenched in sweat, saliva and semen, your body was soaked from head to toe too as they made sure not a drop of their cum went to taste. even if they argued among themselves about who made you cum the hardest but at this point your body reacted to even the little brush of fingers because of how hyper used you felt as you babbled incoherently still pushing back against several cocks.
you were also shocked at how much raw energy they had that even after so many orgasms and such exerted force they could still go on, their cocks seeming to get hard within minutes of release but soon you felt them slowly growing exhausted as well after hours of claiming you.
you saw the first hints of morning light through the curtains from half closed eyes, you all didn't even realize that the night had turned to nearly dawn. you felt half conscious yourself, not a single bit of energy left in you, not being able to lift your head as your lower body still convulsed. the bed was a wreck, the sheets half twisted and all wet, some pillows on the floor, pools of cum drying on your body and theirs as well. one pillow was half torn, you'd probably grabbed too hard between your hands but didn't even remember properly. the headboard also had nail scratches and marks from grips.
you lay in the center of it all, voice almost gone from screams and moans, feeling blissfully blank and dreamy, where thoughts dissolved before they could form. your body ached deliciously, bite marks everywhere, handprints reddened your hips and ass, your pussy and ass swollen, still trickling bits of their white seed. they all panted around you, all their cocks softened now, no longer having the power to get hard again as you felt a few sets of arms wrap around your waist, holding you close without crushing you with their weight.
âfuck⌠baby, are you okay?â jungkook murmurs.
he pressed soothing kisses against your shoulder and you just whimpered, burying your face in taehyung's chest, your body shifting a littl and that made you let out a quiet little cry because it put pressure on your lower body.
âshhh, don't move too much.â taehyung whispers as he places a hand behind your head.
âwe've got you.â
âwater first, someone get the bottle.â
namjoon says urgently, knowing how thirsty you'd be after everything. jin stands up on shaky legs and goes to grab another bottle of cold water for you, while hands of theirs that gripped and spanked now rubbed slowly over your sore muscles, slightly massaging.
âyou did so well baby.â
taehyung nuzzled into your side while yoongi pressed slow apologetic kisses on your stomach and you mewled, melting in the sheets. they made you drink water, making sure you finished the entire bottle to quench your thirst and also for whatever energy you lost. they constantly asked questions about if you were okay, if any specific body part of yours hurt and that they were sorry even if they had no reason to. they constantly made sure that you were comfortable and safe but you had no energy to reply to them to tell them that you enjoyed everything and to not apologize. so you expressed your gratitude through actions, leaning onto them and clutching them as they all enveloped you into cuddles, solid bodies radiating safety until you were cocooned.
your head pillowed on jin's chest, legs tangled with jungkook's and hoseok's, taehyung's arm draped over your waist, jimin's fingers laced with yours, namjoon's hand stroking your hair while yoongi traced up and down your back. they didnât talk for several minutes, letting you recover, knowing you weren't in the state to reply to them until they felt your breathing regulate more.
âare there any cramps? do you feel dizzy?â jin asks softly and you shake your head weakly.
âgood⌠safe.â you managed to croak out and they all smiled, letting out relieved noises and kissing against each mark and bruise they left on you.
âyou worked so hard angel⌠we're so proud of you.â
they also had scratches and bite marks on their bodies from where you'd grabbed onto them. some nail marks also caused blood to bead a little but all their focus was on you, not caring about themselves. after the blissful recovery they decided it was time for a shower. you also felt a little uncomfortable and sticky everywhere from so many fluids so they carried you to the large bathroom.
during that, the staff had already been notified to clean the sheets and bring fresh food in without a single question or raised eyebrow from them. they knew better than to do that and minded their own place but even shock was evident in their faces because it was the very first time the men had ever brought a woman into their place.
in the shower they treated you like you were something precious and fragile, giving you utmost care as if you were a delicate flower meant to be handled like that. they washed you together, massaging your scalp with shampoo while your head rested on the edge of the tub, warm water making you moan in relief as they cleaned all the fluids from your hair and body.
âlift your leg for me princess.â yoongi instructed affectionately.
then he used a soft towel to clean between your folds and between your thighs slowly as you winced from the pain and soreness but he did that oh so gently, a huge contrast to how he fucked you moments ago as they helped support your legs, massaging between your toes too and it makes you giggle with a tired smile. they didnât touch any of your sensitive spots or your nipples, noting how swollen and reddened they were, being extremely mindful and checking in with you.
âthere we go⌠nice and clean.â namjoon held you against his chest.
they talked among themselves about what to feed you next or which ointments to apply to your marks in hushed voices so as to not jerk you while they wiped down your body with a dry towel. they wrapped a towel around you and carried you back to the freshly made bed with new sheets and laid you down carefully, making you sigh at the feeling of freshness and no more wetness even though your body ached sweetly. they insisted on feeding you a light snack too despite that you felt so sleepy, not wanting you to fall asleep on an empty stomach and in pain.
âjust a few bites⌠such a good girl yeah?â namjoon coaxed, they were all patient as you managed a few bites. your throat a little sore too from taking so many cocks but the cold fruits helped. after that, they made you have a pain relief tablet before placing extra fluffed pillows behind you.
âwe're right here.â
jimin whispered.
âsleep now, weâve got you.â
you never felt so cared for. it made your heart flutter, your lips curving in a dreamy smile as you buried your nose in the pillow, a kitten like purr leaving you from deep within your chest and it made all the men around you melt into puddles. their bodies forming a protective circle, hands rubbing and massaging your thighs, almost rocking you to a peaceful sleep, their devotion something you'll carry with yourself even in your dreams. they watched you all quietly, you slept so deeply on your stomach, one of your hand squished beneath your cheek making your lips pucker.
âshe's out cold... poor thing took everything we gave.â
yoongi said with a rare smile as jungkook pushed a strand of wet hair away from your face. it seemed as if all their heart was being carried in your little palm all alone, like they found what they'd been missing all along.
âshe fits doesnât she?â hoseok murmurs, lost in the haze of watching you too as the others nodded softly.
âshe doesâŚâ
they knew that they wouldnât let you go and that they'd keep you, it wasnât just a contract of one night, it was more that, they didnât wanna spoil you just for one night but forever.
nothing in the world mattered except you right here in their arms, owned by them, marked by them in every way humanly possible and there was no going back, they knew that even their souls knew that.
âwe'll talk to her when she wakes up but she's not leaving, weâll show her how serious we are.â
you meanwhile, slept unaware that your life had changed for the better and that new beginnings were yet to come with much adoration and sex, yet most importantly, eight hearts connected and meant to beat together.
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the weather was hot, but he's even hotter đŠ (cr. lenkasleduje)
OH I KNOW DADA
Ok wtf.......jeon jungkook....WHAT THE FUCK
in a particular fanfic, the ex gf was sooo bashed for aborting the baby and the male lead had this massive crash out like "I could've been a dad by now, it was my baby too :((". Him being mad at her lying was okay but I don't understand why she was so villanized both by the charecters and fandom for it
I think I know which fic you're talking about, and I honestly felt the same way when reading. To have an abortion is always the woman's choice and while I was also upset with the way she went about it, I always had her back in making that decision! The male lead's crash out bothered me so badly because I felt that her feelings weren't taken into consideration at all, she was so villainized for making a decision regarding her own body, which I never really understood (?) I also didn't really reconcile with the male lead being excused for his reaction/actions because of "trauma", if anything, the ex girlfriend went through something traumatic and not him! When reading the fic she was actually one of the characters I found to be most interesting, she was very nuanced and added a lot of layered elements to the story (I don't know if this was intentional on the author's part or not, nonetheless I really enjoyed the ex girlfriend's character) I feel as though she was very misunderstood by the other characters and to me she was never a villain but a scared girl who did what she thought was right <3
CULT CLASSIC ! jeon jungkook
the rewind series
you were just renting your usual blockbuster from the stupidly hot guy at the video store, when it turns out youâve been handed a tape you really shouldnât be watching. are you an intruder, or did he give it to you on purpose?
â pairings. jeon jungkook x female reader
â word count. 17k
â warnings and tags. pwp, don juankook (lol, jk is a ladiesman), voyeurism, penetrative sex, smitten!oc, kinda smitten!jk, weird love confession, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), oc goes limp with overstimulation lol, jk is kinda all over the places â neither dom or sub, oral pleasure (m!receiving), cum swallowing, cum eating, sloppy aftercare.
notes ! okay this is a bit overdue buttttt at least i finished it, hey! iâm so beyond amazed by my lovely girl anaâs âspecial deliveryâ, so iâm hoping this wonât disappoint LMAO! anyways, this is crazy. buckle up guys.
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Having a stupid, all-consuming crush is something that defines girlhood. Shoving everything of importance out of your way in order to see, or spend time with set crush is really the only fair option as a young girl.Â
However, when the crush has lasted for almost a decade, and you still have yet to make any further progress⌠it borders on obsession. And itâs incredibly embarrassing.
You see, thereâs this video store in town, this tiny, kind of grungy shop that contains every single piece of media imaginable. Old and dusty traveling magazines that no one bothers reading, records and CDâs you spend months saving up for⌠and what is seemingly a collection of every single movie ever made.Â
And behind the counter of that blockbuster shop, there sits a boy youâve been pining after since the sixth grade.Â
Jeon Jungkook. A boy so painfully attractive and charming that he has simply ruined every other man for you, ever. And so incredibly out of reach that you feel like heâs more of a distant dream rather than a real human being.Â
The first spark of attraction appeared a few weeks after your twelfth birthday. You saw him through your window, which overviews the park. And there he was, the sixteen-year-old Jungkook, lighting up a cigarette near the entrance, watching patiently over the narrow path as a girl with dark hair approached him.Â
At your ripe age, this was the most erotic thing youâd ever seen. The way his hand snaked underneath her coat when she hugged him. How he seemingly whispered something in her ear, grinning back at her when she retracted.Â
A few days later, you found out who the girl was. Tina Agnelloâs cousin, who was in town for the week. You had overheard Tina talk about it during lunch break, sitting a few tables down from yours, and you almost choked on your yoghurt.Â
âIsnât fourteen a bit young for a sixteen-year-old?â you huffed, mostly to yourself. But your friend picked it up, frowning at you.Â
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âNothing.â
It shouldnât really have surprised you that Jungkook grew up to be the townâs Don Juan.Â
He became sort of a community ride⌠a town bike, if youâd like. At first, you maybe thought there was something incredibly wrong with him, like some serious mental problems. Because why else would he be pounding around town?Â
But at fifteen, when you stumbled into the new video store in town, trying to escape the rain that had started pouring down outside, you unexpectedly fell head first into a real-life interaction with him. And weirdly enough, he seemed perfectly normal. Disgustingly charming, that is, but normal.Â
âSorry âbout that,â Jungkookâs voice wasnât all that deep, but it was soft, curling low in your stomach.Â
You stood leaning against the glass door, your wet hair clinging to your temples, droplets falling onto the floor. âWhat?â
He pointed towards the street behind you, âThe rain.âÂ
Maybe it was your brain short-cutting, but you didnât understand what he meant⌠like at all. Your brows furrowed, and you repeated your question. âWhat?âÂ
âItâs this thing I do to spark sales. Trap the costumers inside.â
âYou make it rain?âÂ
He chuckled at his own joke, incredibly stupid, but also numbingly cute, âYeah, I find rain-dances to be very affective.â
It made you kind of mad that this guy had a captivating personality on top of his unfair looks. It wouldâve honestly been better if he was just a dumb, stupid idiot, sleeping around town. But he made you laugh⌠and made you buy unnecessarily amounts of items from his store.
Was he a good salesman? No⌠not necessarily. But he was so damn flirty that you thought he might marry you if you watched the Star Trek chronicles.Â
And now, at your grown age of twenty fucking years old, your bookshelf is short of books and filled to the brim with Jungkookâs movie recommendations. It might be embarrassing, but it has become a weekly ritual. Every Saturday, you stop by his shop, return last weekâs watch and pick up a new one.Â
âNow, how was it?â he leans forward, bracing his elbows on the counter. His eyes smize at you, trying to read the expression on your face.Â
You almost canât answer because of how close he is. Even though youâve known each other for five years, he still has this weird hold on you, and you have to clear your throat before you speak. âI liked that the bad guyâs name was Lord Humungus.âÂ
He presses his lips together, his lip ring getting caught in the motion, and his eyebrows rise high on his forehead. âYeah?â he nods, teasingly, and you want to go home and puke and cry. âThatâs all⌠orâŚ?âÂ
The chuckle he lets out brushes against your face⌠yeah, heâs that close, and your brain short-circuits. Your eyes dart down to your hands, where the VHS tape dangles from your fingers, and you slide it across the counter. âIt was better than the first one.â
âI told you it worked as a stand-alone, you didnât have to bore yourself with the first,â he smirks, the smile tugging on only one side of his lips, bearing just a bit of his bunny-teeth.Â
You shrug, âI like to make up my own opinions, thanks.â
âAnd howâs that working out for you?â
It might be a bizarre way to describe it, but his voice is laced with sex. Constantly. Like thereâs always some hidden innuendo behind his words. And with the way heâs leaning forward, his biceps straining through the fabric of his navy uniform-tee, your mind runs laps, completely fogging and erasing every word you try uttering. So you just roll your eyes, trying to act casual.Â
âSorry if I donât love macho-car-movies,â you scoff, letting your hands slip away from the counter only to tremble nervously at your sides. Itâs like your whole body is vibrating just by being near him, and this isnât anything new. Itâs always been like that. Heâs just that charming.Â
Jungkook hums, nodding slowly before narrowing his eyes, a wondering look appearing on his face. Just to not seem like a lost sheep, you copy his facial expression and glower right back at him.Â
âMhm,â he bites down on the inside of his cheek, his eyes skimming over your face before traveling lower. You have to compose yourself, shifting a bit in your stance, trying not to burst into flames. Jungkook takes his time before he speaks, finally locking with your eyes again. âYouâd watch anything I tell you to, right?â
Holy mother of god. Of course you nod. Because youâre an idiot, and youâre certain your voice is going to crack halfway through your answer. And when Jungkook smirks at your obvious flustered state of being, your pulse spikes. His tongue flicks over the metal in his mouth, inherently seductive, even if it isnât intended to be, and you think you might have to go cry in the backroom.Â
Then, without a word, he backs off from the counter and turns to the shelf behind him. He skims over the many cassettes in front of him, searching for something without speaking. You swallow behind him, finally freed from his captivating gaze, forced to stare at the way his back muscles move in waves underneath his tee while he stretches tall before the shelf.Â
His tattooed arm reaches out for a tape high above him, but it hesitates before it once again falls back to his side, âItâs here somewhereâŚâÂ
You try waiting patiently for him to find whatever movie heâs looking for, but you canât help yourself. Your gaze drifts, drops actually, and lands on his butt⌠unfortunately. Itâs tightly hidden underneath his dark-washed jeans, accompanied by a pair of strong thighs. Such a nice and perky butt. Your head tilts a bit, taking in the view, if youâd like, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.Â
Itâs a shame that this is the exact moment Jungkook gives up on his search and turns abruptly. Your eyes widen, and you flinch, hoping he didnât just see the way you were drooling over the chiseled shape of his ass.Â
But instead of commenting on your awkwardness, he drops to the ground, crouching down on the floor to inspect the hallow counter which contains several more blockbusters.Â
He grunts and groans while his fingers flick through the options, never landing on his target.Â
âDigging for gold?â you tease, boldly leaning over the counter to look at him. He doesnât even meet your gaze, he just keeps searching, his eyebrows curled together in a knot on his forehead.Â
âGive me a second.â
You hear him pulling out a large cardboard box, watching over as his muscles tense as he drags it forward. And with a grunt, he lifts it, getting up on his feet and dropping it onto the counter. As you peek over the edge of it, you see itâs filled to the brim with identical black CD-covers, just with different scribblings on the side.Â
Jungkookâs slender fingers brush over the covers, flipping through the countless pieces until he finally grabs ahold of one. The one with the title Memento poorly written in white marker on the edge.Â
âAh, there you are.â He pulls out the piece from the pool of covers while letting out a sigh of relief. âThought Iâd lost her.â
You lift your chin, looking over at Jungkook who is seemingly lost in his own little world that only contains him and this very neutral tape. âMemento?â
âItâs fucking great.â His eyes dart up, meeting yours, and you almost chuckle at the way they light up. Itâs such a cute thing for a guy to have a hobby, to be in love with something. That is of course if you look past the excruciating mansplaining that follows. âA man with short term memory lossâso the entire movie is shot backwards. From end to beginning. You learn the plot with him, itâs insane. He uses these post-it notes to keep track of time, place and faces. Revolutionary, Iâve neveââ
âShush,â you rip the cover from his hands, cutting off his monologue. You know just how long he can go on if heâd like. There have been times where youâd wondered if he might be on the spectrum, given the fact that heâs constantly restless, and a complete nerd when he wants to, but you donât like to dwell on that. Itâs cute, and it obviously works for him, so you let him act a bit strange. âLet me find out for myself.â
âMhm, brat.â
You nearly gush at the new nickname, your nostrils flaring as you breathe in deeply. Your hands fall to your sides, and you unconsciously sway a bit in your stance, not really sure if you want to end the interaction here, or if you want to stay, maybe fling yourself over the counter, straddle this man like a horse. The ladder might not be the best idea, so you start searching for coins that are buried deep in the tiny back pocket of your jeans, eager to get the hell out of this place.Â
â4.99?â you ask, as if you donât already know the price. Youâre here every week, so it really is etched in your memory. But so is everything he tells you.Â
Jungkook smirks, his gum-drop eyes narrowing, âOn the house. Since Mad Max wasnât really your thing.â
âDonât be stupid, Iâll pay.â
âKeep your money, peach, I donât want it.â
Ugh, you hate when he calls you that. Peach. It sounds like some awful pet name that your dad would call you. So youâd really like for him to stop, but the one time you asked him to, it seemingly just fueled him. So you pray that one day he might see you as someone other than this little girl who buys stuff from him without second guessing his opinion. Maybe heâll one day see you as a woman. Yesss that would be good. And you already know what it is he loves to do with women. Half the moms in town has slept with him.Â
Jesus your mind is wandering. You scrunch your nose, trying to act affronted by his arrogance, when really your mind is running through every woman in town who has gotten the taste of him. The jealousy blooming inside you is like a kidâs rage when theyâre not allowed candy on a weekday. Why canât you also have nice things?
âFine, but Iâll repay you if I love it.â
âDeal,â he nods, his large hand reaching out before him, gesturing for you to shake it, âAnd donât worry, peach. Youâll love it.â
Your entire apartment smells of butter and salt as you wait for the microwaveâs timer to drop. Thereâs not a lot you know about this movie, but popcorn is always a good idea, so youâre hoping it wonât be too disturbing, ruining your appetite.Â
The CD is waiting for you inside the player, all you need to do is pad over your floor, sink down into the couch cushions and press play on your remote.Â
Youâve already brushed off all other plans for the night, your friends scolding you for throwing your life away only to watch some mediocre movie to please Jungkook. âYouâre a source of income, you buy everything from him.âÂ
Hah, bet theyâll be sorry when they hear you actually got this one for free. Mhm. Or maybe not. Itâs been five years⌠itâs the least he could do.Â
The timer dings. Yey, showtime. You open the microwave door, the warm and salty smell travels through the air and settles deep within you. You grab the paper bag, tearing it open with a quick tug. Now youâre ready.Â
The cushions give in the moment your body meets the couch, and you immediately melt with them, sinking further and further down. You grab onto the soft, pink blanket thatâs thrown carelessly over the armrest, and pull it over your body, letting yourself get incredibly comfortable. Although this ritual, watching a movie every Saturday, cozying up in your living room, is supposedly âme timeâ⌠you know deep inside you do this for him. Your friends are right, you do want his approval. So youâre hoping youâll like this. Letâs watch, shall we?
You stretch your arm out, reaching for the remote control, and you press play.Â
The screen stays black for a moment. No music, no production mark. Weird. You wait for a moment, resting your head back on the soft cushion behind you. Still nothing plays. Mhm, maybe he gave you an empty disk? Or maybe your TV is broken?
Youâre about to press play again, wondering if you maybe hit a wrong button the first time⌠when your whole body freezes.Â
The tape starts rolling, but itâs not Memento. Or, it possibly canât be. That would be too bizarre. Because what plays on the screen is an amateur video⌠of Jungkook. Seemingly at home, staring straight into the camera, so close that his face blocks all surroundings. All you see is the concentration on his face as he fumbles with the record button, his eyes wide and searching.Â
You chuckle. Cute, he misplaced the CD. But whatâs not so cute is when Jungkook moves out of frame.Â
Ho-ly-shit.Â
Your jaw actually drops, your mouth hanging wide open as you take in whatâs playing on the television before you. Jesus fucking christ. When Jungkook is out of sight, you realize the camera is placed in his bedroom, and the sight has you gasping for air, your hand flying to cover your mouth. Because on his bed, there lies a girl⌠in only her underwear.Â
âAm I in the frame?â she asks gently, looking up at Jungkook who is still out of sight, her eyes doe-like and glistening. Pure seduction.Â
âMhm,â Jungkook hums, and finally he moves forward, ushering for her to move further down the bed to make room for him by her side. And you think you might actually cry when heâs back on camera.Â
Walking into frame, the sight of him has your eyes widening, the hand covering your mouth slowly dragging down your chin. Leaving you gaping.Â
Jungkook is completely naked. Butt-ass-naked. On camera. And fully erect, that is. He walks over to the bed, eyes locked with the girlsâ, his large hands hanging by his side.Â
Itâs not a modest sight. He looks absolutely insane. His shoulders broad, arms straining with veins and muscle, while his torso is rather lean, a small waist accompanied by a set of washboard abs. But thatâs not really what steals your breath away. Because as heâs completely naked, your eyes immediately go to his abdomen. His hips are beautifully defined, his thighs chiseled and muscular, and his cock. Well, thatâs just unfair.Â
Heâs huge when erect, thick and heavy, the tip of him a beautiful, deep red, and as he moves closer, you see the leaking precum that drips from him, running down his veiny shaft.Â
You immediately pause the video, too stunned to do anything else, but that doesnât really help as the still-frame of Jungkookâs heavy cock and deep, lust filled eyes continues to show on screen. So you turn the whole television off instead.Â
The screen flatlines, and youâre left frozen on the couch.Â
What on gods green earth did you just watch. And why the fuck did Jungkook give this to you. It has to be a mistake. He couldnât possibly know he gave you this? Itâs just a horrible fail, he misplaced the CD. Put it in the wrong cover. What the hell, you donât even know how to make this sound reasonable.Â
Your eyebrows have almost reached your hairline, and your mouth still hangs wide open. The popcorn by your side remains untouched. Because you just simply canât bring yourself to indulge in a snack right now, as you think you might vomit. Not because youâre disgusted⌠itâs the other way around actually. What you just saw has you feeling dizzy, a low, curling sensation building low in your stomach⌠and thatâs what you find disturbing.Â
He probably never intended for anyone to ever see this, and here you are, on a Saturday, all snuggled up on your couch, watching his homemade porno.Â
You canât be doing this. Letâs stop here. Here, but no further. You inhale deeply, straightening your posture as your torso lifts slowly from the couch, resting your elbows on your knees. The curling pleasure in your stomach has turned into a deep and horrific realization that this is such an invasion of privacy that you should probably be locked up for good. Even though you never intended to watch this, you still did, and you feel evil.Â
The black screen stares back at you. Your pulse thunders in your eardrums, you can practically hear your heart leaping out of your chest. As you reach for the remote, optioning to press âretract diskâ, you stop. Something inside you stills. An evil thought forms.Â
This is like the marshmallow test. A kid with an unlimited access to a big bowl of marshmallows, which is in your case a recording of Jungkook finding his own release. Okay. Dilemma. Do you stop here, tell him about the mistake, return the tape immediately. You should. You definitely should.Â
Or do you continue? He wonât know just how much of it you sawâŚ
Youâll obviously return it. Apologize. You check the small watch standing on the coffee table. It reads 7:32. The shop closes at eight. Okay. You have plenty of time. You just need to see what youâre dealing with here. Right?Â
Youâre evil. But itâs impossible, itâs like having a gold mine before you, no one to stop you, not a single person in sight telling you for the love of god, woman, get a grip.Â
Your fingers curl around the remote⌠before you ultimately press ON â play â fast forward.Â
The screen turns back on, the recording forwards in quick frames, and you shut one eye as if that blocks out your shame and guilt. You land on a still that seems inviting. The girl, on all fours, Jungkook propped up behind her.Â
His hand comes up to his mouth. He sucks in his cheeks before spitting out a glob of saliva, moving his glistening fingers to the girlâs heat, which is perched in the air before him. Jungkook looks down at the view, gliding his fingers through her folds, immediately having her cry out with pleasure.Â
âSshhh, baby, not yet. Want you crying on my dick.â
You shudder at the sound of his voice through the crispy speaker, his tone teasing with a hint of frustration. Your lips press together as you watch him line himself up, the girlâs face crinkling before it falls forward, burying her head in the pillow.Â
He thrust inside her with a grunt, his mouth falling open with a strained moan as heâs balls deep inside her. She whines a muted scream into the pillow, her fists clenching around the sheets. Heâs probably too big for her.Â
Jungkook chuckles at her pleasure-filled misery, starting out with deep and slow grinds before pounding into her. The sounds are wile, having you turn down the volume with embarrassment, afraid your neighbors might tune in. Your jaw is practically on the floor as you watch Jungkookâs facial expressions. Heâs smiling. His eyebrows curl together on his forehead as he plunges forward, retreating shallowly just to snap his hips against her ass once again.Â
Jesus. You press your legs together, trying to fight the obvious burn in your abdomen. Suddenly, your breath catches.Â
Jungkook looks up from the view of his cock driving into the girlâs heat⌠and his eyes lock with yours. Well, not yours, but he stares back at the camera, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in and out.Â
This just got increasingly more embarrassing. Youâre indulging in something that feels very illegal here, so can he please look away? As if heâs watching you through the screen, your throat tightens. You canât bring yourself to look away, itâs like a car crash. You canât not stare at it. Your eyes flick from his face, to the way the muscles of his torso tighten with every snap of his hips. His palms run over the curve of her ass before it comes down to smack hard, causing her to tip her head back with a yelp. Sheâs so lost in pleasure that she canât even talk.Â
But he does⌠and your brain-activity cuts short.Â
âFeel dirty?âÂ
Huh? You still at his words.Â
He speaks again, grunts actually, âFilthy girl, wishing this was you.â
Oh my god. Heâs talking to the viewer. Heâs looking directly at the camera and speaking to you. Or whoeverâs watching this. This was intended to be seen. Oh my god. Insert viewer porn.Â
Youâre very certain this wasnât for you to see, but someone was in mind when making this. Jungkookâs fingers curl around her hips as he drives harder and harder and harder into her cunt, the sound of skin on skin almost blocking out his next words.Â
âWish it was my dick instead of your tiny, little fingers?â he growls, wincing as the girl wrapped around him clenches, milking him as he pounds into her. His words are stolen from him for just a second, before he bites down on his lips, continuing. âStill want you to cum for me, baby, want you to cum all over yourself.â
Help, youâve probably fast-forwarded a bit too far into the tape, you didnât know you were supposed to be touching yourself. Yeah, you wonât be doing that. It would just feel all too wrong.Â
You shift a bit in your seat, breath hitching as you feel how sensitive youâve grown to any form of friction that brushes against your body. Jesus, you should turn this off, it has gotten really strange. Jungkook keeps looking directly at the camera, and although his eyes show nothing but need and desire, you kind of feel as though youâre being judged.Â
His moves turn frantic, and you realize the girl bent before him climaxes, screaming out, calling out his name in a row of desperate whines. This just fuels him to keep going, now forgetting all about the camera, his eyes darting down to her ass while his cock disappears inside her again and again and again.Â
Heâs about to come. Your eyes widen as you see his face turn flushed, the sounds he releases being nothing short of grunted whimpers, desperate to find his own release. Itâs fucking overwhelming, watching as the girl goes limp before him, listening to the sinful yet beautiful noises heâs producing.Â
Again you repeat here, but no further.Â
The remote has been resting in your soft grip ever since you turned the TV back on, and with a subtle press of your thumb â the screen goes black.Â
Okay. What you just saw mightâve just ruined your relationship on every level. You just electrocuted your tiny and insignificant bond, hoping it might spark something inside you. It did⌠but that only makes everything worse. And, sorry, are we just brushing over the fact that heâs making porn on his free time?
Youâre quite overwhelmed, every forming thought being overpowered by another, more horrific one. But what you wish the strongest, is for this to just be a mistake. For you to be the idiot in this situation, sitting through about ten minutes of Jungkookâs sextape. Not for him to gift you this⌠knowing whatâs on the disk, knowing youâre going home to watch him get his dick wet. Thatâs a whole other layer to this very weird scene that you donât really want to take into consideration right now.Â
All you know is that his shop closes in about twenty minutes, and you canât let this tape marinade in your video player. Youâre going to have to return it, and that is tonight.Â
You feel like youâre about to melt with the snow that creaks underneath your boots. The CD-cover is buried in the pocket of your coat, burning its way into the fabric like some constant reminder of what an awful human being you are.Â
Youâve already thought over the conversation. You are to tell him about the mix-up, apologize, and sadly never show your face again. The two of you have had a good run, but itâs over now. Thereâs no way in hell youâll be able to âcasuallyâ rent a dvd from him every week when all you can picture is his face when heâs about to⌠jesus, letâs not even go there.
Why did you do it â why, why, why, you stupid meatball of a woman. Why did you have to let your curiosity get the best of you?
You can see him through the windows of the store as you cross the street. Heâs alone (thank god), so itâll be less humiliating for you to admit the horrible mishap. Your breath leaves in a fog as you exhale, your mouth shaping itself in an âoâ as you reach the glass door. You inspect Jungkook, who stands behind the counter with a pen perched between his fingertips as he notes down whatever on a piece of paper.
Letâs do this. It wonât be that awful. Youâre a grown woman, you can own up to your mistakes.
âIâm sorry!âÂ
Jesus. The apology sort of just tumbles out of you as you push the door open, mingling with the overhead bell that notifies your arrival. Youâre not sure if yelling out that youâre sorry is the best way to start this conversation, but itâs too late to take it back now. Even though you want nothing more than to grab the exclaim by its neck and shove it back down your throat.Â
Jungkookâs gaze lifts along with his eyebrows, staring over at you as you stand covered in snow at his doorstep. It hits you that this is sort of similar to your first official meet, you drenched in bad weather at the door, Jungkook unbothered and dry behind the cashier. Oh how you miss those times, when you were just a girl with a stupid crush, blissfully unaware. Nostalgia will be the death of you.Â
As you havenât really gotten to the next part of your apology, Jungkook clears his throat, his eyebrows forming in a confused knot high on his forehead, âYouâre sorry?â
âIâm sorry!â you repeat, fully entering his shop, hurrying over to Jungkook while leaving sad and wet little footprints behind you. It seems to amuse him that youâre completely out of breath and quite frankly horrified, as he tongues his cheek watching the way you rush over to him. You tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ears, ignoring the way your cheeks flush when fully exposed â even though itâs probably due to your mortification, you can brush it off as you going red by the cold.
You stop a few steps before the counter, chest heaving underneath your coat, and now that youâre here⌠youâve forgotten your prepared monologue. What the hell, you know the basics of it. Letâs just give it a try.
âEuhâuhâŚâ you stutter, now realizing you have no idea how to actually tell him this while looking him dead in the eyes. Hello, Jungkook, yes, it is true â I did in fact watch you pound away at some girl I donât know. Yes, I could have turned it off, yes I realize that now. No, I donât have any manners.Â
Jungkook frowns before you. Maybe heâs wondering if you slipped on ice on your way over, if you maybe cracked your skull open and that small bits and pieces of your consciousness is slowly seeping out of you. He crosses his arms loosely and leans over the counter, resting on his forearms. âAh, I see,â he teases, grinning at the way your mouth hangs open.Â
This is getting more embarrassing by the minute. You try snapping out of it, putting one hand out in front of you, a flat palm. Okay here it goes.Â
âYou gave me the wrong tape.âÂ
Your shoulders slump the moment the words leave you, finally ridding you of the heavy burden. All you hope is that he might not ask about the tape, that heâll take it back, maybe watch over it in private, realize his mistake and then not wonder why youâre not returning to his shop.Â
Because you quite frankly canât ever set foot in here after what you just watched, not when all you can picture is the way his eyebrows crease when the girl wrapped around him pulsates, spasms, sucking him dry. Fuck, it was beautiful, but oh so inappropriate. So wildly inappropriate.  You canât ever see him the same way. Not that he was some virgin Mary before this, youâve always known what kind of guy he was. But knowing he makes his own pornos just makes it absolutely impossible for you to keep your cool around him.Â
Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, letting your words sink in. The piercing catches between his teeth, making a small clicking sound that cuts right through the unbearable silence that fills his shop. Pursing his lips, examining you, he prepares to speak. âMhm, did I?âÂ
âYeah,â you say, taking another step forward. You fish out the CD-cover buried in your pocket, handing it to Jungkook once youâre close enough to reach him. He doesnât grab for it, so instead you place it down on the counter, trying not to look at it. Itâs just this little black, plastic item â something that has managed to ruin your life (or so it seems like). âI justâIâm sorry. I wanted to return it as fast as I could.âÂ
He stares at you for a moment before reaching for the tape, fingers curling around the plastic then picking it up. Youâre kind of weirded out by this. He doesnât ask any questions, nor does the contains of the tape you watched seem to matter to him. Instead, his eyes skim over the coverâs back for a second, before he puts it down again and shoves it out of sight.Â
âThatâs too bad, huh?â His eyes meet yours again, and you almost faint. Thereâs this sparkle in them, a flash of glisten that disappears the moment he blinks. His eyebrows raise just a tad on his forehead, giving him just a teeny tiny pleading look. Alright, this has to be intentional â he knows what effect he has on women.Â
You canât deal with him anymore. It was fine before, when it was just a stupid crush. But itâs slowly turning into something else, something shameful. You want him so bad that you could cry, because there is no way in hell he would ever lay a hand on a girl like you. And now youâve seen all of him â every admirable inch of him. Thereâs no way you can keep him in your life without going insane.Â
Your lips curl into a thin line, and just as youâre about to speak, Jungkook cuts you off.Â
âIs there anything I could do for you?âÂ
Quite frankly, no. You just need to be left alone, honestly. Curl up underneath your covers and die of embarrassment and lust. So you shake your head, trying to get out of this shop as quickly as possible. You donât want the actual movie you rented, you just wanted to return the faulted one and flee the crime scene.Â
âNo-no,â you say, waving a hand in front of you. âThere really isnât. Again, Iâm sorry.âÂ
You havenât told him what the CD contains, but heâll find out eventually. And there is absolutely no way that youâll be here when that time comes. You have to get out of here. This didnât really go as planned, you apparently donât have enough courage to own up to your mistake. But youâve returned the tape nonetheless, so your mission is complete.Â
You give Jungkook an almost believable smile, and prepare to walk off. Your feet are about to send you off, and you turn away from Jungkook, setting out on your journey to the door â when you feel a tug on your coat.Â
Jungkook has wrapped his fingers in the soft fabric, tugging on your back, keeping you from leaving. Reaching for you over the counter.
Neither of you speak for a moment, you just still the moment you feel resistance. Your chest heaves, you have no idea whatâs going on, why heâs holding you back. Itâs almost like all the air in your lungs in ripped from you, and when you hear his voice, your knees almost buckle.Â
âAre you sure thereâs nothing you want me to do?â
You canât see his face, but his voice is enough to send you over the edge. Itâs a low purr, but you also detect some worry. He canât possibly be that sorry for lending you the wrong tape. It would at least make him great with costumers, but it canât just be that. Oh god. He canât possibly know⌠can he?
âW-what?â you ask, still not turning to face him. You just stare straight ahead at the snow that falls outside the window, the glass door. And Jungkookâs hand stays knotted in your coat, making it impossible for you to move.Â
âCome onâŚâ he rasps, tugging you closer. Your feet stumble backwards, but you still donât turn, honestly just because you donât dare to. Looking him in his beautiful eyes right now might make you jump over that counter and fling your arms over his shoulders. So you stand still, your lower back meeting the edge of the counter. And after a while, after youâve gotten used to the way Jungkookâs breath keeps brushing against the back of your head, he speaks again. âI know you like me.â
Mary mother of christ. There it is. He knows. Of course he knows â how could you be so stupid? Youâve been pining after him for almost a decade. How could he not know?Â
Goosebumps bloom on the back of your neck and your breathing turns shallow. This can really only mean one thing.Â
He didnât give you the wrong tape.Â
You slip from his hand, turning abruptly, looking at him with wide and frightened eyes. For some reason, you canât control your breathing. Your chest moves in heaves, and every sentence you try forming in your head dies on its way out. His nostrils flare before you, and as if youâre not having a hard enough time breathing, Jungkookâs eyes roam over your body, taking in your state of shock.Â
âWhaâwhat?â you repeat, still not sure any of this is real. Because how can it be. Itâs straight out of a very weird and long porno. Fitting, given the tape heâs gifted you.Â
âLookâIâm sorry about the video,â he starts, running stressed fingers through his hair. Youâve never seen him like this, itâs out of character for him to not be teasing or mocking you. But heâs allowed to be nervous, as he has just confirmed to renting you a porno of himself. That has to be some sort of felony. When heâs done messing up his hair, he places his hands flat on the counter, chuckling at his own words. âI justâI donât know. Thought you needed a push.âÂ
âNeeded a push?â You stick your neck out, baffled and not really sure if you just heard right. Was this an attempt to seduce you? In what messed up world would that work? âIâm sure you couldâve thought of some other way to wring the truth out of me.â
Jungkook shrugs, keeping his eyes glued to yours. âSure. But I wanted you to see what I could do to you.âÂ
Your pulse drops, and it almost feels as if someone has spilled a bucket of ice water down your neck. Oh my god, this has to be some kind of joke. Maybe heâs recording this too, and that he might just be a very messed up guy. Because never in your twenty years of living would you have thought that Jeon Jungkook could ever come onto you. Especially not like this.Â
For some reason, you canât speak. But your face gets embarrassingly warm, your cheeks heating up and doing absolutely nothing to hide just how flustered you are. You try cooling it off, letting your knuckles meet the warm skin, not even caring how stupid it looks.Â
âAlso,â Jungkook tilts his head, smiling at you. You immediately avoid his eyes, looking down at his hands instead, the thick, silver ring thatâs wrapped around his left thumb. He notices, bending a bit down trying to search for your eyes. âItâs fun making you blush like this.âÂ
âYouâreââ you start, blushing even more when he points it out. Trying to recover some kind of bravery, you jerk your neck, flaring your nostrils. âThis is insane behavior.â
âRomeo killed himself for JulietâI would argue Iâm not insane enough.â
You instantly frown, very taken aback by this absurd analogy. âAre you seriously comparing you giving me pornâyour own pornâto Romeo and Juliet?â
âYeah,â he says dead serious while straightening his posture. His eyes sparkle in your direction, and you gulp as you keep getting lost in them. He has apparently lost his damn mind⌠but it seems it might be because of you. That canât be right.Â
âI'm sorryâbut are we just brushing over the fact that you make your own porn?â Your eyebrows crease so bad it's actually hurting, but you can't for the life of you understand what on earth is going on.
Jungkook scratches the back of his head. âIt wasâit's something I do for funâsometimes!â he tries explaining, tumbling over his own words. âI'd never do that to youâI just thought giving you the tape might open your eyes. Show you what I bring to the table.â
What a crazy mindset. Also, you already know what he brings to the table â every girl in town knows. He couldâve just told you âhey, I like youâ and it probably wouldnât have been as strange.
As you part your lips, preparing to speak, your words are ripped from you. Because the moment your words are about to leave you, Jungkook decides to move. He takes a step back from the counter, eyes never leaving you, and starts making his way around, fingertips tracing the flat surface. The veins on his forearm strain against his skin as he moves, as his arm stretches, follows where he goes. And in a matter of no time, he manages to snake around the counter and take his first steps towards you.Â
Thereâs nothing else for you to do but tumble backwards, not knowing if its all because youâre trying to keep your distance from him or if itâs your brain subconsciously keeping you from making a stupid decision â keeping you from flinging yourself over Jungkookâs neck.Â
âI swear I didnât want to make you uncomfortable,â he stresses, slowly walking towards you. âAnd I know it was a crazy gestureâbut the thing is⌠I kinda am crazy about you.â
You stop in your tracks, letting him close up on you. Your throat clogs as you hear his confession, a row of words youâve only encountered in your dreams. Maybe youâre dumb and naive, but youâve been so insatiably in love with him for these past years that the thought of him maybe feeling the same way has your vision blurring.Â
What snaps you back to reality is the tape, the way he spoke. How he carries himself, the fact that every girl in town has gotten a taste of him. He must be calculated. This isnât a love confession â this is a damn ploy.Â
âThatâs not funny,â you say, nostrils flaring.Â
Heâs close enough to touch you now, but he doesnât. Instead, he stops before you, eyes skimming over your flushed face, moving from one eye to the other before settling on your lips for way too long. He takes a deep breath, one that has his shoulders lifting with the large intake. âIâm not trying to be funny, peach.âÂ
That fucking nickname. Just this once, you wish he mightâve been able to drop it⌠just this once.Â
His fingers twitch with restraint at his sides, and his tongue brushes past his lips as his eyes are still fixed on your mouth. âIf you think Iâm just saying all this to win you overâdo you really think Iâd wait this long?âÂ
âUh, n-no,â you stutter, and your voice comes out more strained than you hoped, almost like every word youâre trying to say hurts in your throat.Â
One second passes, and without noticing at first, you see Jungkookâs hand lift. His palm comes to cup your cheek, his ring-covered thumb brushing against your warm skin. Your breathing comes out ragged, and your eyes flick over his face like a deer-caught-in-headlights. Trying to ease you, Jungkook brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, caressing your skin along the way.Â
âThat tape was just a snivel of what Iâd do to you if you let me.âÂ
Oh god, maybe youâre in over your head here. You know you want this, that you want nothing less, but as youâve established â Jungkook is crazy. And this might just be Jungkookâs brilliant way with words, but every single nerve in your body is tuned to him, and you find yourself glued to the floor, unable and not wanting to move.Â
Just dive in without thinking. Allow yourself this indulgence. You never do anything fun, you never take any fucking risks. So just take the leap.Â
You tip your chin up, better meeting his eyes, taking in a deep breath. âThen whatâs stopping you?âÂ
A small, devilish smile tugs on Jungkookâs lips, before they surge forward, colliding with yours without giving you a second to breathe. The metal in his mouth brushes against your bottom lip, the strength of his kiss urging for you to open your mouth for him, bare him your tongue.Â
You do so without thinking, inviting him in, letting the wet muscle of his tongue roll against yours in an addictive dance, while his hand shoves your face harder against his. Youâre on your tippy-toes now, stretching as far as possible to reach his mouth. He chuckles against your kiss, but not for long, not when he hears how your breathing has slowed and a small moan escapes you. Because it unfurls something in him, and soon enough his free hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer to him.Â
He groans at the feel of your thick coat against his chest, probably eager to rip it the fuck off, but trying to keep his cool nonetheless. It doesnât work all that well. âIs it that cold out?â
His words arenât teasing this time, he actually seems more furious. So you immediately find it funny, smiling still when he keeps kissing your stretched lips. âWhat, you donât like my coat?âÂ
âHate it, actually,â he purrs, nudging your face away with his forehead just so he can latch onto your neck. You shiver the moment his lips meet your jugular, the wetness of them sending sparks all the way to your fingertips. He licks and sucks as if to mark you, while the hand on your waist takes on a new road, coming to fiddle with the top button of your coat.Â
You giggle as the button resists, catching in the soft fabric, refusing to give in. As Jungkook hears this, he retracts from your neck, straightening his posture to look at you with narrow eyes.Â
âOh, weâre laughing, are we?â He tilts his head, giving you just a teeny tiny smile thatâs almost unnoticeable. His lips have gone slightly red, a bit swollen, giving him a disheveled look thatâs enough for you to lose your damn mind. You pout, looking up at him with wide and unknowing eyes, trying to lure his lips back to yours, but instead you feel his hand move from your button. âLaugh, againâI dare you.â
In one easy motion both his hands grab ahold of the back of your thighs underneath the long coat, and without struggle he manages to lift you, wrapping you around his waist. Your breath hitches, the fabric of your coat rides up, and you instinctively fold your knees around his torso, steading yourself. And as the small breath of air leaves you, Jungkook swallows it with another kiss.
It's like youâre nothing in his arms with the way he so easily handles you. He manages to turn, walk further into the store, still lavishing you in openmouthed and wet kisses. Your arms have wrapped around his neck, and soon enough your fingers are tangled in his silky hair, brushing through the strands that form the rough mullet. Until you remember something crucial.Â
âW-waitwaitwaitââ you hiss against his lips, retracting to look him in the eyes. They havenât gone heavy lidded like youâre used to when lathering boys in kisses, Jungkookâs eyes have actually doubled in size, it seems. He stares back at you with two black, glistening voids, wondering why youâre cutting his pleasure short. You raise your eyebrows, because the door remains unlocked. And youâre not so sure if youâre all that keen on going at it with Jungkook while someone could just simply walk in without restraint. âThe door?â
Jungkook chuckles as he keeps moving both your bodies across the room, walking past shelves, different sections, until he stops for a second. âThereâs another door here, peach.âÂ
And just like that, almost like it magically appeared with his words, he pushes open a door â already slightly ajar â with the tip of his boot, a door which seems to lead to the backroom. Itâs filled with boxes, shelves. Itâs just a mess, honestly. And without any further words, Jungkook turns the lock and walks to one of the shorter CD-shelves, propping you up on it.Â
Your feet barely dangle above the floor, and you immediately miss the feel of his lips once he leaves you. Needy as you are, you reach for his shirt, trying to pull him back, but he stops you right away.Â
âIâm gonna need that coat on the floor before anything else.âÂ
Fuck.
You were honestly hoping it wouldnât come to this. Maybe that he would let you sleep with him fully dressed.Â
Itâs not because youâre self-conscious in any way, youâre actually quite proud of your figure. No, this is way worse. Because underneath your coat lies a dark secret: Your horrible sense of style when it comes to lounging around at home.Â
To be honest, you thought youâd spend the night all alone. Well, itâs movie night, so you usually do spend it alone, on your couch, with soda stains on your chest. But you set out on a quest tonight â honestly just to return the tape and never see Jungkook again. You didnât think heâd be undressing you by the end of the meet, so you didnât bother to change your clothes⌠which now you realize was a grand mistake.Â
You look up at Jungkook with wide and pleading eyes, âMay the coat stay on?â
He just frowns in response before taking matters into own hands, lunging forward and shutting you up with a kiss so harsh your lips might bruise. Jungkook sucks down on your bottom lip, causing you to let out a soft moan in his mouth as he distracts you from the way heâs roughly tearing open your coat, not caring if the buttons rip at the seams. Suddenly, the coat hangs open, and with a begrudging lift of your hips, you let him slip it off your frame.Â
Your hands come up to cup his neck, the hair that grows long there, forcing him to not look down. But he does anyways⌠and stops completely.Â
His hands rest by your waist, and his eyes roam over your body, eyebrows creasing with something that might read as disgust, or maybe just utter confusion.Â
âWhat the hell are you wearing?â he scoffs, skimming over your outfit. Rightfully so, because what the hell are you wearing?Â
Itâs embarrassing, but itâs comfortable. And you donât care if you stain it. You tread it over your body the minute you get home, you always make sure to wash it before going to bed just so youâll be able to wear it again the day after. We are of course speaking of your Snoopy-suit.Â
Weird name, yes, but thereâs no other way to describe it. Because it is a Snoopy-suit. A white sweater with tiny nightgown-Snoopy-figurines all over, everywhere, no inch left uncovered â with a pair of matching sweatpants. The text on your chest reads âSleepy Snoopsâ. We wonât even get into whatâs written on your ass.
You part your lips, but no sound comes out, which has Jungkook frowning ugly in front of you. With minimal strength, you shove at his chest. It does little, as he comes right back again, leaning forward while his palms rest on either side of you down on the shelfâs surface. The veins in his forearms pop as he rests his weight on them.Â
âWhaâwell I didnât think Iâd be stripping when I got here!â You try defending yourself, but realize it still doesnât answer Jungkookâs question. Because you quite frankly have no idea what it is that youâre wearing. Thankfully, Jungkook latches onto your words instead of keeping his attention glued to your outfit.Â
âYou so did,â he chuckles, planting a soft kiss on your temple.Â
You keep trying to defend yourself while his kisses continue. âI didnât!â
âYeah-yeah, okayâI canât have you wearing that, though.â He starts by letting one hand brush over your thighs, a move that immediately sends shivers down your spine and all the way to your cervix. Jesus, he must be a sorcerer. The hand keeps moving, fingers brushing underneath the hem of your sweater, lifting it slowly while still kissing you, lips moving down your neck, biting down on your skin as his fingers meets your stomach.Â
Eager to strip out of this god-awful outfit, you help him, reaching for the hem of your sweatshirt and giving it a quick tug. Jungkookâs hand replaces yours, and he lifts the fabric off your body, over your head, over your lifted arms, until it falls completely off and is thrown forgotten to the floor alongside your coat.Â
The moment youâre bared to him, he chuckles against your skin, pleased to know youâre not wearing a bra. His hand which is not holding onto your waist comes to cup one of your soft breasts, rolling it in his palm where it fits so perfectly.Â
You mewl underneath his touch, back arching instinctively as he keeps kneading your breast with his warm palm. He steps in between your parted knees, the hand on your waist pulling you further into him, and the moment you meet his hips, you let out a breathy moan.Â
Heâs straining against his jeans, a bulge so big it still surprises you, even though youâve already seen all of him. Youâve seen every vein, every inch â just not up close. And the anticipation is killing you.Â
âTake the sweatpants off,â he breathes against your neck, now starting to move lower, kissing your collarbone, your chest, before his lips meet the gentle curve of your breast â the one not trapped in his palm.Â
In a hurried motion, your fingers find your waistband, and you rip the soft fabric off, lifting your hips and wiggling out of the pants, kicking off your boots along with the legs of your sweats. Thankfully, your panties arenât atrocious as well, just a simple, white lace that youâre hoping to be rid of soon enough.
Jungkook grinds into you the second you lose the pants, breathing roughly against your skin when he feels your bare figure hug his frame the moment his hips roll forwards. His mouth moves lower, and after giving your already hard nipple a soft lick, he closes his mouth around it to suck down on it. The hand on your breast gives your skin a deep knead before brushing lower, letting his fingers play with the waistband of your panties, snapping the band against your hip.Â
âKookâplease,â you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when Jungkookâs tongue starts circling your nipple, flicking over the nub, coating it in his spit. âDonât hold back with me.âÂ
He groans against you, running the tip of his tongue back and forth over your hard nipple, âCouldnât even if I wanted to.âÂ
His fingers move from the waistband, and in a motion so sudden his palm cups your wetness, squeezing tight, feeling how youâre dripping through the lace fabric. Your breath hitches, and your head lolls back as the friction of his hand cupped so tightly against your clothed cunt. Chasing his touch, your hips buck forward, a move which steals a hummed laughter from him.Â
Your completely soaked through. Thereâs no inch of lace left untouched by your wetness, and the fabric clings to you like a second skin. Youâre so wet it almost embarrassing, and every squeeze Jungkookâs large palm bestows upon you has you gasping for air.Â
He sucks down on your nipple, releasing it with a slick pop. âFuck, youâre soaked through,â he almost whispers, his breath against your breast sending sparks through your body.Â
âMm-hm,â you hum in agreement, a needy sound you try repressing as you bite down on your bottom lip. But it doesnât work that well, especially not when Jungkook runs a single finger all the way from your core to your clit, which both are spasming underneath the drenched lace. Your forehead drops to Jungkookâs shoulder for some kind of support, but suddenly the surface is removed. Because Jungkook has taken on a new path.Â
Tracing your bare torso in wet kisses, he makes his way down, both hands now coming to tug on the waistband of your panties, ripping it of in one go with the help of a compliant lift of your hips.Â
âHave been dreaming of this,â he purrs, â⌠for so fucking long.â
His palms slowly spread your knees apart, thumbs pressing into the supple skin of your inner thigs, and you feel it like a pulse in your core. You almost canât think straight, seeing him on his knees between your legs. Although he might be teasing â you actually have been dreaming of this. And now that itâs finally happening, every nerve in your body feels ignited.Â
As you let out a small whimper, Jungkookâs eyes flick up, catching yours from between your legs, and you swear your lungs collapse when he smirks, so slight itâs nearly imperceptible.Â
Still keeping eye contact, his knuckles brush the slick thatâs already coating your folds. Your eyebrows crease at the touch, and your mouth falls open without letting any sound release, just a row of desperate breaths. He lets his fingers stretch, the pads of them trailing down your slit, feeling the way your juices cling to him. Itâs a sight he canât keep away from.Â
His eyes dart down, now fixed on the sight of you bare and dripping. The way your clit pulsates, begging and needing to be touched. âFuck,â he breathes. âLook at you.âÂ
Youâre too wet to be embarrassed, to fucking wrecked from the anticipation to be coy or smart. All you want is to audibly beg for him, but you still have some pride youâre hoping to keep intact. Youâll fuck him in the backroom of his shop, alright â but youâre not begging. Well, not yet, at least.Â
Thereâs apparently no need for you to beg this time, as the next thing you feel is Jungkookâs mouth pressing a kiss on your parted lips, right to your clit.Â
You immediately jolt forwards, the feel of his lips so unreal that stars start dancing in your vision. But he holds you back with his palms, and with a low rumble, he darts his tongue out, dragging an experimental lick through your folds. He parts them with ease, his tongue flat and broad, starting from the bottom and gliding all the way up to your clit. Your thighs shudder, but he still doesnât let you move. His arms snake around your legs, pinning you down and locking you open for him.Â
âYou taste so fucking good,â he purrs in between licks, the tip of his tongue circling your clit, flicking over it once or twice to feel the way your twitch in his grip. You throw your head back, a moan ripping from your throat as his sucks your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with obscene precision. The suction is gentle, at first, just enough to have your back arching and your fingers flying into his soft hair.Â
You feel the piercing in his lip move as he shifts, the cool of it slipping through your folds when he sucks down harder, tearing uncontrollable whines from you. Easing you after the harsh suction, he presses his tongue flat against your clit and rolls it, slow and so incredibly fucking skilled.Â
âOh fuckâfuck, Jungkookââ
He only groans in response, the vibration of it traveling through your entire body. When he shifts his mouth again, you think you might black out. He locks eyes with you, his black marbles staring back up at you as a sly smile appears on his face. His tongue rapidly flicks up and down your clit, and just when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head, he delves down wrap his lips around the nub, sucking tightly at it.Â
You canât see shit. You donât know if itâs your eyes who have retreated to your skull, or if itâs your vision blurring due to the intense pleasure â whatever it is, itâs too damn good to care about right now. And with the way he chuckles against your cunt, you bet your ass heâs watching your every reaction.Â
Because he loves it, he drinks it in. Every moan, every twitch of your hips, every grip of your fingers in his hair â he canât get enough of it. Especially when he retracts, licking a fat stripe over your pulsating clit, and you let out a breathy whine, desperate for the orgasm he just teased you with.
Unapologetic and lost in deep pleasure, you look back down at him, eyebrows lifting and eyes widening. âI loved the tape you gave me,â you breathe, tugging gently on his hair.Â
âYeah?â He smiles against your wetness, locking eyes with you as his licks turn slow and torturous. His lips have gone all shiny, his chin too, probably, although you canât see it.Â
A smile tugs on your lips, and you nod, slowly starting to roll your hips against him, following the movement of his tongue. âYeah,â you purr, your eyes fluttering shut every time Jungkookâs flat tongue moves over the most sensitive spot of your clit. âLoved seeing you. Your arms, your thighs, your dick.âÂ
Your words come out breathy and seductive, egging him on. It works immediately, as he seals his lips around your clit, sucking down while his tongue messily laps over the nub. His spit and your slick mix together in a thick liquid that coats both him and your thighs, running down to the slit that parts your cheeks.
âAnything else?â He lets up from his sucking as his tongue explores you more deeply, slipping down to your entrance, circling it before slowly pushing inside.Â
Your entire body jerks. âAhâyes!â
He starts shamelessly fucking you with his tongue in low, deep strokes, his nose pressed against your clit, his grip on your thighs tightening as you writhe against his face.Â
âI wished it was meâso bad Kook.â The words roll of your tongue, and you ramble mindlessly as his tongue curls inside you, his nose rubbing tightly over your clit. âWished youâd fuck me just like thatâfuck me until I canât walk.â
He loves the sound of your breathy praise, loves the way you keep spasming whenever he hits the sweet-spot buried deep inside you. He knows exactly what it is you need. So he pulls his tongue out, licks his way back up and circles your clit again â but this time, his fingers join in.Â
Youâre so wet and pliant you almost donât notice them at first, but when he goes deeper, your eyes widen. Thereâs two of them, thick and lock, who push inside you so smoothly that your mouth drops open, a broken sound escaping you before you can stop it. His mouth doesnât let up during the intrusion, his tongue flicks fast over your clit as his fingers curl inside you, exactly where you crave pleasure the most. Your walls pulsate around his digits the moment he teases the spot.
âAhâfuck, right thereâoh my godââ you pant, eyelids fluttering shut as he keeps stroking in rhythmic pulses, his mouth never leaving your clit. The combination is unbearable, and your hips involuntarily rock into his touch. You tug on his hair, pull him closer, and you feel the pleasure in your stomach starting to knot together. âOh my god, KookâIâm so closeââ
Jungkook flicks his tongue faster, circles your clit tighter, until your vision wipes out, until your legs are shaking around his shoulders, your orgasm building so fiercely you can almost taste blood.Â
No one has ever known their way around your body this way, and you thank god for his previous experience, because with the way heâs working you over right now â thereâs nothing else for you to do. His long fingers keep curling inside you, not even caring about the fact that your juices run down his palm, his wrist, coating his forearm. He instead hums in appreciation against your clit, wrapping his lips around it, his lip ring slipping inside your glistening folds, and he sucks down viscously on your clit like a starved animal.Â
âFuckâKook, Iâm cuââ is all youâre able to get out before your orgasm hits you. Your legs quiver, your whole body breaks open against his mouth, your head lolls back and you cry out. You grind against his face because you simply canât not, because you need him deeper, everywhere, youâre actually losing your mind in this orgasm. And Jungkook eats it up, literally. He moans into your climax, tongue lapping ever drop of arousal, fingers starting to pump in and out of you, meeting every grind of your hip.Â
Even when your thighs begin to twitch in overstimulation, he doesnât stop. He slows, of course, but he stays, licking lazy strokes over your cunt as if heâs cleaning up his mess. And under his touch, your body is melting. You actually feel boneless, a trembling mess â who has also seemingly made a mess out of the boy between your legs.Â
His hair is a mess from your hands, his lips have gone red, swollen and shiny, and his chest heaves like heâs the one who just came. And when he feels you starting to tug harder on his hair, trying to pry him off your body, he lets up, giving a final peck to your clit. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hands, eyes never leaving yours. It doesnât really help, his lips are still a wet mess, a mess he doesnât seem to bother. His tongue darts out again, brushing over his lower lip, savoring the taste of you.Â
âVoila,â he jokes, bracing his hands on his thighs as his posture straightens.Â
You donât even care that heâs being a cocky asshole now, all you want is for him to rid himself of those god damn clothes. Itâs all you can think of when your vision comes back â how heâs still covered. How the tight tee heâs wearing hides his glorious figure from you, how his pants cage in the length and width of his. A cock so big your mouth is already watering.Â
Your voice comes out softer and a bit more embarrassing than you expect, âC-can you⌠take it off?â
Jungkook tilts his head, eyebrows lifting, being a little shit. âTake what off?â
You bite down on your bottom lip, eyes darting toward his still clothed body, toward the heavy bulge thatâs straining visibly through the dark denim. Jungkook grins viciously when he notices your lingering and hopeful grin.
âEverything?â he asks, still in that oblivious and teasing tone that weirdly enough turns you on so much that a new wave of arousal seeps from you. You instinctively press your knees together, suddenly a bit self-conscious about being the only one butt-naked here. So you nod, shyly, letting him know you do want him to take everything off.Â
His hands move immediately, but his breath hitches and his mouth opens in a wide gape. Of course, teasing you. âSuch a forward young girl,â he says as if heâs affronted by your demand. You just roll your eyes at him, even though youâre screaming internally.
He rises to his feet, towering over you with a frame so broad you gulp, his shoulders squared, hair falling into his eyes as he glances down at you with hunger. Eyes never leaving you, his fingers start moving to the hem of his tee. And itâs torture, the way he peels it off, revealing himself inch by inch. The fabric clings to his back as he pulls it over his head and tosses it aside.Â
Jesus fucking christ, itâs even better up close. A camera canât possibly do such a man justice, the way he looks as if heâs sculpted by the gods. Sharp collarbones, thick chest, deep dips between every line of muscle, and somehow a lean waist. Unfair is what it is. And his inked up left arm is just too stunning, the way the tattoos curl around his biceps, his veins. Unfair.
Your gaze traces his torso, licking your lips subconsciously.Â
âLike what you see?â he asks, extremely cocky.Â
âShush,â you say as you shake your head, hoping to might snap out of the weird horned up trance he has you in by just removing his tee.Â
He chuckles, dragging one hand down over his own stomach, flexing his abs. âNot something I usually show the customers. Youâre getting some real special treatment here, peach.â
âI somehow donât believe that,â you frown, trying your hardest not to laugh when he grunts, flexing even harder. He might be ridiculously hot, but he still canât escape the idiocy that comes with being a boy.Â
His mouth opens, gape widens, and his eyebrows crease. âAre you slut-shaming me?â
âI so am.â You brace your hands on either side of your body, leaning backwards, stretching subtly before him. Gloating in the way heâs undressing before you. Because next go his boots. He tows them off one at a time and they land somewhere far off in the small room. Then go the jeans.Â
The second the belt is out from its loops, your stomach flips. He pops the button, drags the zipper down, and your mouth dries when he peels them off. The denim clings to his thighs, and you see now just how thick they are. His legs are strong, dense with muscle, strength that only comes from real, physical work â carrying boxes, lifting crates, whatnot. He can maybe add âcarrying you aroundâ to that list, if he wants, of course.Â
Now, thereâs only one barrier left between you and every inch of him. His black boxer-briefs. And whatâs underneath them is already impossible to ignore.Â
Heâs hard, so hard, straining against the fabric, the outline of his cock bulging beneath the waistband. Long and thick, his girth alone has your core clenching in anticipation. You saw him in the self-tape, of course, you know heâs big already. But knowing heâll bestow the length upon you feels like youâre maybe in way over your head. The tip of him presses against the cotton, and thereâs a darkened spot where heâs already leaking.Â
Jungkook giggles (weirdly enough) at the way you swallow hard before him, and jerks his head to the side. âThreeâtwoâone.â
He actually counts down the big reveal, hooking his thumbs under the waistband and dragging the fabric down.Â
Your jaw almost reaches the floor.Â
Jungkook springs free flushed, veiny and think in a way thatâs almost greedy. The head of him is swollen and red, glistening and leaking at the tip, and you feel drool trying to make its way down your chin. You shut your mouth immediately, but you take a big breath in through your nose. Heâs absolutely, obesely big. This canât be good for neither you or him.Â
Upon seeing you so baffled, he chuckles low in his chest, stroking himself once from base to tip â just for you to watch, and for him to see your reaction. âYou said you didnât want me to hold back, right?âÂ
Your thighs squeeze together and part your lips, âUhm.â God youâre an idiot. Uhm? Well, your reaction is kind of fair, you didnât expect him to be this absurdly big. But maybe youâll grow accustomed to him, to his size. You pray to god that you will, because youâre not backing out now. âRightâright. Iâm ready.âÂ
He lets out a chuckle and steps in close, close enough that your knees part for him again, close enough that his cologne and body scent wraps around you like a second skin. He leans forward until his hands land on either side of you, palms flat against the shelf.Â
Youâre caged in. His arms bracket you completely, veins standing out along his forearms, sleeve tattoo stretching and flexing as his weight settles in. Thereâs nowhere for you to go â not that thereâs anywhere else in the world youâd like to be right now. You could absurdly enough die happily in this position, naked underneath the eyes of equally naked Jungkook. His face is inches away from yours, breath warm, eyes glistening as they flick between your eyes, mouth, chest.Â
âNeed another countdown?â he asks as he leans in, softly kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear.Â
You shudder, eyes fluttering shut. But still â please donât count down. It was weird enough the first time. âRather not,â you giggle, wiggling away from his kisses as they start to tingle. This only eggs Jungkook on more, resulting in him blowing air behind your ear, biting down on your skin, humming in appreciation as you try shoving him away. âStop Kook, it ticklesâohââ
Oh. It was a distraction.Â
Because suddenly you feel him⌠all of him, pressing heavy against you. He shifts his hip as he feels you still completely, and drags the length of him upwards, through your folds, coating himself in your slick.Â
âShiit, youâre so soft.â Jungkookâs voice is no more than a whisper, speaking directly into your ear before biting down on your earlobe. One of his hands come to rest on your thigh, squeezing the supple flesh there, as his other hand moves between you to grab himself â guiding himself as he drag his cock upwards to circle your clit with his heavy tip.Â
You gasp, and your head falls to Jungkookâs shoulder. Itâs obscene how sensitive you are, how easily your body reacts to him. Youâre still slick from his mouth, and the slide of him against your soaked cunt has you toes curling instantly.Â
Jungkook groans under his breath, retracting from your neck to watch how you drip all over him, how his cock slips so easily through you, how the head of him catches at your clit and makes you tremble. âFuckâlooks so pretty.â The thick length of him glides through you from bottom to top, the head pressing against your clit, guiding his leaking tip just right, flicking it up and down your spasming nub that crowns your mound in torturous drags.Â
âOhââ your breath stutters and your hips jolt forward, hands snaking around his frame to drag your long fingernails down his back, hard enough to make him hiss. As your head falls back, Jungkook lets the hand on your thigh move to your neck, and he presses your mouth against his. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you melt into it immediately, lips parting, moaning softly when you feel his cock glide through you yet again.Â
He doesnât push inside you, he just drags himself through your slick over and over again. Each pass is wonderful, the head of his cock nudges your clit, circles it, presses into it to hear how you whine into his mouth. The size of him is impossible to ignore. Heâs so heavy, so thick, that youâre starting to worry about how on earth heâs going to fit inside you.
You lift your arms and tug at his hair, fingers curling into his soft strands. âYou f-feelâahâso good.â
Upon hearing your praise, he chuckles softly and kisses you harder, pushing to tighter against his lips. His tongue strokes slow, his open mouth steals every sound you make, swallowing your moans while his cock continues its relentless pass through your folds.Â
Youâre soaking him, his cock slipping as it reaches your clit again, involuntarily flicking over your clit as you're so wet his cock can't even keep a straight path. You feel yourself pulsing around nothing, clenching with the hope that heâll soon fill you, that heâll soon give you exactly what you want. And as you start growing impatient, tugging harder on his hair â Jungkook starts to play with you.Â
He nudges your clit side to side, the hand wrapped around his own length guiding his cock precisely where youâre spasming. New waves of arousal leak from you, mixing with the pearls of precum that continues to run down Jungkookâs shaft. With a gasp, you break from the kiss, feeling your legs starting to shake and the coiling pleasure low in your belly building by the second. âN-no moreââ
âFuuck, butââ he breathes out a low growl, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. âFeel how hard I am for you, peach.â
His hips roll forward, his own hand making sure he slips perfectly though your folds. He flattens the length of him against your slick heat, and when you feel him twitch, when you feel just how close he is himself, a sharp pulse travels straight through your core. Your hands slide down his back, nails digging into his skin, your whole body arching up into him. You canât take it anymore â he has teased you for long enough. All you want is for him to fill you so good, to actually split you in half, all you want is for him to make you cry in overwhelming pleasure.Â
âI could probably cum like this,â Jungkook rasps, still resting against your shoulder. You feel his eyes flutter shut, his eyelashes tingling against your skin. He lets out a deep breath, and actually whines when he presses one last, heavy glide through your folds. As he reaches your clit again, he lingers there, circling thrice until your nails scrape harshly along his back, until your back arches and all youâre able to do is moan his name. He chuckles, although thereâs absolutely nothing funny right now, âI bet you could too.â
Well, apparently youâre not allowed to, as his hands find your hips in a sudden motion. Before you can fully catch your breath, let out one last moan, heâs lifting you off the bench, pressing your body flush to him. All the while his cock is still nuzzled between your folds.Â
The change of scenery has you gasping for air, arms flinging over his shoulders and legs wrapping tightly around his slender waist. You try balancing yourself, although there seems to be no need as Jungkook doesnât falter. It doesnât look like the lift strains him, he doesnât even blink. He just holds you like you weigh nothing, easily hopping with you in his arms, making you whimper as his cock once again presses against your clit.Â
âI donât know if itâs you thatâs light as fuckâor if Iâm just stupidly strong,â Jungkook laughs, and thereâs a grin tucked into the corner of his mouth, a grin you kind of want to wipe right off his face, no matter how much you want him right now.
He turns with you cradled against him, your bare chest pressed to his, and he walks the two of you a few feet across the backroom, his bare feet making duck-like waddling sounds against the concrete floor. As sensual as this is supposed to be, you giggle, kissing his cheek for the first time. And oh my god. Theyâre so incredibly soft. They swell up when he smiles, grinning as you continue pressing tiny pecks all over both his cheeks.Â
âIâm about to fuck you dense and youâre babying me?âÂ
You continue smothering him in kisses, not caring if his words actually kind of frighten you⌠because how much denser could you possibly become after this? The thought doesnât stick for long, as youâre suddenly being pinned back against one of the tall VHS-shelves. Itâs cold against your spine, and you gasp as the wood presses harshly against your skin.
And yet again â youâre caged in. Oh no⌠youâre trapped beneath Jeon Jungkook, his body flush against you, the hard line of his cock now pressed hot between your legsâŚÂ oh no, how awful.
Youâre still dripping for him, and you swear you can feel your slick smear across his skin as he shifts. Because he leans in, his mouth immediately latching onto your neck again. And as his mouth works you over, he slowly puts you down, without any tremble in his arms, without any struggle whatsoever, until your bare feet meet the floor.Â
At this height, you have to get on your tip-toes if you want Jungkook to continue his kisses down your neck â so you do. You lift your heels off the floor and invite his mouth, his mouth which softly presses just beneath your ear. He drags his lips down the line of your throat until youâre tilting your head back to give him more. But then his mouth opens, and he starts sucking, tongue and teeth coming into play as he bruises the skin above your collarbone.
You inhale a soft gasp or moan, you have no idea, and you subconsciously arch your back off the shelf, your hips nudging against his abdomen.
He groans against your skin, and shifts his grip, suddenly losing all the strength he has used to hold himself back. His tattooed arm slides under your thigh, lifting one leg up and hooking it over his forearm. The stretch of it opens you up for him completely, your core exposed, flushed and needy. He reaches between your bodies with his other hand, wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, and lines himself up.
âAhâKook.â Your stomach flips, and your nails drag against his shoulders.Â
The head of him is nestled right at your entrance, obscenely thick, already slick from both the teasing from earlier and the precum that leaks from him. Just the feel of him has your walls fluttering for him, begging shamelessly. âSplit me open.â
He groans against your neck, a guttural sound that comes from hearing you plead so submissively, wanting him to tear you apart with the width and length of his cock. Lifting his mouth from you skin, he looks down at where his cock presses into you, circling your swollen entrance with a sick grin on his face. The deep red of him disappears so beautifully inside you, causing your head to loll back in pleasure-pain. As his tip retracts from you again, your walls clench around nothing, and you breathe out his name, making Jungkook look up at you, lock his eyes with yours.
âHold onto me,â is all he says, before slowly pushing into you â agonizingly slow.
Your breath stills in your lungs the moment the thick crown of his cock starts to breach you, stretching your entrance around him. The pressure is immediate, heâs so big that your muscles clench without permission, trying to accommodate him. But you arch your back further off the shelf, shoving yourself further onto his cock as heâs still not even halfway through yet.Â
âFuuck,â he grits with his jaw clenched, eyebrows knotted, eyes locked on where your bodies melt togheter. âYouâre so tightâjesus.â He only sinks in an inch more, and still, your breath hitches like itâs being pulled from the base of your spine. You mightâve asked for him to split you open, but now that he actually might, your vision blurs and your mouth falls open.
His hand slips from your thigh to your hip, and he uses the hold to pull you down, just a little, just enough to sink another inch into you â then he holds you there. He pants like a madman, almost going cross-eyed from the unbelievable tightness of your heat, the way you already clench and pulsate around his cock, so un-accustomed to the width of him.Â
âShitâokay, ready?â he asks, eyes flicking up to meet yours. Theyâve gone completely dark now, swallowed by his black pupils, and thereâs a strange, pleading look to him. Youâve never seen this in him, the way his eyebrows crease high on his forehead, the way he nods at you for permission. It sends a wave of pleasure through you, and your walls start fluttering uncontrollably around him, causing his head to tip back, his lips to part as soft gasps leave him.Â
You bite down on your bottom lip, nodding back at him. âR-ready when you are.â
The second your breathy confirmation slips past your lips, he exhales something between a moan and a curse and begins pushing in again, torturous inch by inch. The drag of his cock through your walls has your mouth falling open, head thumping softly against the shelf behind you. Because you finally feel every part of him, every thick ridge, every beautiful vein as he opens you in a way thatâs probably going to ruin you forever.Â
Your eyes squeeze shut when he sinks deeper, but Jungkookâs threaded voice pulls them open again. âEyes on me,â he pants, cupping your jaw his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he holds your face. âWanna see your pretty face when Iâm bottomed out.âÂ
Who the hell would say no to that? Probably someone who havenât laid their eyes on Jungkook and his eyes which are so big you could easily get lost in them, even though youâve spent years mapping them out.Â
So you watch him closely, watch the strain in his expression as he slowly feeds you more of his cock, his brows tights and his lips parted. You feel the tremble in his thigh, the flex of his arm beneath your leg, how even he is fighting to stay in control. Heâs all flushed muscle and restraint, every inch of his body working to not wreck you⌠yet. Heâll get to it, donât you worry.Â
But as of now, he keeps sinking deeper into you â and it feels fucking endless, the stretch so incredibly slow and agonizing that you might decent into madness soon. By the time heâs nearly fully inside you, your legs start shaking, your nails carving half-moons into his inked shoulder. âK-kookââ you pant, the snug fit of him starting to ache inside you. âYou have to move.â
It surprises you when he moans loudly, shuddering against you while holding eye contact â something so extremely attractive that you almost come undone right then and there. He pants wildly, groaning as he tries entering you fully. âAlmost there,â he whines, eyes glued to yours.
And then finally, finally, his hips press flush to yours. He bottoms completely out, something that has the two of you moaning out loudly in the small backroom.Â
His head falls to your shoulder, and you feel his sweat drip down from his forehead and onto your collarbone. You moan out yet again at the fullness, the way he presses impossibly deep, stealing all the air from your lungs. He stays still, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust, letting your walls pulse and quiver around him as he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck.Â
âFucking fuck,â he mutters against your skin. His next words have him sounding like heâs in disbelief. âIâm actually gonna split you in half.â
You nod as your head lolls back, feeling stretched to the edge of your limits, but somehow youâre burning for him, needing more from him. Because he doesnât move yet, he savors the way your body molds around him, his nose nudging your neck as his lips brushes over your skin with shaky exhales. And he prepares himself to pull out.Â
When he does, itâs only an inch, but he thrusts right back in with a quiet growl, grinding his hips into yours â his abdomen rubbing beautifully against your clit. You whimper, back arching as the motion drags along your inner walls. And just like this, the head of him nudges at the sweet spot buried deep inside you, causing your moans to die in your throat and your core to clench around his cock.
âFound it on the first fucking try,â he chuckles, biting down on the soft skin of your shoulder when your spasming tries milking him for every drop heâs got. âShit, just like that.â
Youâre barely able to find your voice as heâs pressed heavily against your g-spot. âK-kookâmore pleaseââ
He needs no more encouragement, because as the words leave you, Jungkook starts setting a rhythm. It starts out slow, letting you feel all his girth with every stroke. His cock drags out of you almost completely before sliding back in, every inch punching a moan out of both your lungs. Youâre equally lost in pleasure, him panting against your neck, you melting with the shelf.Â
His arm trembles beneath your thigh, and as he breathes out a quick breath, he decides to pick up the pace.Â
âYes, r-right thereâoh my god,â you ramble mindlessly as his thrusts grow sharper. You can hear the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking into you, your slick coating him, dripping down both your thighs. The shelf behind you shakes with every thrust, VHS tapes toppling onto the floor, forgotten as the two of you moan uncontrollably with pleasure.
Youâre a fucking mess â crying out over his shoulder, your body bouncing with every stroke, and heâs right there with you, his voice raw in your ear. âItâs good we didnât do this earlier,â he grunts, his nose scrunching with every rapid thrust. âIâd be doing this all dayâand youâd be fucking limp by now.â
The hand on your hip snakes between your bodies, and somehow he finds your clit even without looking. Two of his fingers press against you, working tight circles against the swollen bundle of nerves, slick from your arousal, his mouth brushing the edge of your jaw as his cock drives rapidly inside you. Itâs almost animalistic, the way heâs handling you, the sounds he produces, the sounds of his hips slamming into you and the wetness that coats his dick. Youâre being taken apart in degrees.
You can fucking feel him in your ribs, if thatâs even possible, the weight of him in your belly â and all of it is spiraling higher and higher with every pass of his fingers over your clit. It doesnât help that you feel your tits pressing so tightly against his plump and delicious chest, that you feel him kissing your throat, open-mouthed and desperate, licking and sucking on your skin. Youâre being stimulated at every end, and it feels like youâre about to light on fire.
âYesâyesâyesâgod yesââ The words coming out of you just fall off your tongue as your mind is clouded, thinking about nothing but the feel of his cock against your g-spot and his fingers rubbing your clit. Youâve been teased for so long that youâve entered a strange, delirious state, not even caring about how desperate and needy you sound. âFuck me just like that, Jungkookâahâoh godââ
You cry out, choking on your words as his cock slams into you, the unbearable length of him punching into the spot that makes your vision go white.Â
âShitâyouâre gonna cum,â Jungkook grits out against your collarbone, almost as if itâs a revelation. His hand on your clit moves in sloppy motions, because heâs simply just trying to push you over the edge, pinching the swollen bundle of nerves between two fingers, rubbing lazily over it. âHoly f-fuuck, yeahâfucking soak me.â
Itâs like youâve entered the gates of heaven, or something in the likes of it â because you never knew such pleasure could ever exist. His cock hits your sweet spot so perfectly with every erratic thrust, his fingers working you open like your release is the only thing Jungkook wants right now⌠which it kind of is.Â
So who are you to hold back?Â
The coiling pleasure in your stomach is almost overbearing now, and you canât seem to produce any words, just sound, just breathy moans that Jungkook immediately swallow with a deep kiss. When he rolls his tongue into your mouth, you almost choke, unprepared for the sensation. You taste the sweat thatâs dripping from his upper lip, and somehow itâs enough to send you over the edge.
âOh my godâIâm cummingâoh my god, Jungkookâdonât stopââ
You clench and pulsate viciously around his cock, gasping for air as the euphoria of your orgasm takes ahold of you and causes your vision to wipe out. Your hands move to his hair, tugging on the dark and sweaty strands as he continues to fuck himself into you again and again and again. Itâs absolutely unbearable, right as your orgasm hits you, you somehow lose your consciousness. Your thighs start trembling uncontrollably, the shake so extreme that the leg which is not help up in his arms actually gives out, completely overpowered by his size and speed.Â
âOh fuckââ Jungkook immediately hooks your limp leg over his arm, holding onto your ass, trying to keep you upright. He repositions, lifting you with a tiny hop, his arms wrapping around you, one right around your waist, the other in between your shoulder blades, pressing your dead body flush against him. His cock is still buried deep inside you, and his thrusts slow down, reaching deeper and deeper inside you as your body lies weightless in his arms. Your head has fallen to his shoulders, your fingers are tangled and unmoving in his hair, and all youâre able to do is breathe against him. âAre youâare you good?â Jungkook asks, pressing a reassuring kiss to your shoulder.Â
âY-yesâI justââ your voice comes out shaky, but you try clearing your head. And that is for the sole purpose of holding out, keeping him inside you with a deep need to feel him cum â to feel the thick ropes coating your walls and clinging to you, seeping out of you once he pulls out. ââI need your cum.â
Jungkook chuckles, biting down on your skin. He starts caressing the skin between your shoulder blades with the pad of his middle finger, just as lazy strokes as the ones of his cock. Although lazy, you still feel the burn of him, wincing every time he goes too deep, or even deep at all.Â
âYouâll get my cum, alright,â he purrs, nudging your head to face his, stealing a kiss from your swollen lips. âCan you stand?âÂ
You only shake your head.Â
âAlright, thenââ He smiles against the next kiss, not even closing his eyes. âGet on your knees. Wanna cum in that pretty mouth.â
Oh my god â roundabout. You might be a bit sad that he wonât paint your walls with his cum, but the thought of tasting him on your tongue almost gives your body new life. It takes a second for your muscles to respond, but heâs already helping you get down, his hands guiding your legs and knees on the floor. The loss of his cock is a sharp ache, well, a deep sting actually, but itâs replaced by something else entirely when youâre all the way down on the floor, looking up at his tall, bare and sweat-covered frame.Â
His cock stands proud before you, glistening with your slick, twitching in the open air. He fists himself once, twice, brushing his thumb over the tip, spreading both your and his arousal over his length. You can tell heâs close, incredibly so, as heâs swollen, leaking constantly â something that has your mouth watering.Â
âOpen up,â he demands with a gentle voice, moving closer to you.Â
You do just as he says, mouth parting obediently, tongue falling out slightly to meet him. He brushes the tip along your tongue first, letting your taste the mix of both of you. And as you want him to break, as youâre so desperate for his cum, you stick your tongue out furthermore, circling the head of him, flicking over the slit gently, teasing before your lips wrap around him.
âOhhfuuck, just like that,â he moans hoarsely, and his hands go to your head, cradling it while his eyebrows knot high on his forehead. He tastes of you, of himself â itâs strange and addictive. But he hasnât exactly shrunken in the past minute, so just getting him down your throat is a task so hard tears immediately brim your eyes. A sight which apparently has Jungkook losing his mind.Â
âFuckâare you crying on my dick?â he asks in disbelief, moaning uncontrollably when you hollow your cheeks to take him in deeper. You slide your lips down his shaft, hands wrapping around what wonât fit â because he is quite frankly that big. Jungkookâs whole body shudders. âYou look so fucking beautiful.â
You try hiding the fact that you flush immediately at his words, and let one of your hands tug on his balls, playing gently with them as you suck him as deep as his cock can go. Itâs a straining task, and you unfortunately gag when you take him in too deep, moaning around him â the vibrations traveling straight through Jungkookâs spine.Â
He looks down at you with wild eyes, sweat clinging to his temples, and as you cradle one of his balls, you feel it tense. Heâs stupidly close.Â
His hips jerk forward without warning, letting you know just how close to the edge he really is. The sound he makes is so beautiful, so sinful, that you kind of wish you were recording this â so you could pocket his moan, keep it with you wherever you go. His eyes never leave you, and heâs sweating and panting like what youâre doing to him actually makes him lose his mind.
âF-fuck, peachâyour mouthâshit,â Jungkook pants, his voice torn open and uneven, one hand slipping down from your cheek as you suck him deeper. âYouâve got some fucking mouthâahââ
Your eyes are brimming with tears now, real ones, from the sheer stretch and effort of taking him. Your jaw aches, throat tight around the thick girth of him, your lips puffy and soaked. But you donât stop â not even when it hurts your throat so bad that the unshed tears finally fall down your cheeks. Because you need to feel him cum.Â
And judging by the frantic way his hips twitch against your mouth, the way his hand tightens in your hair â you believe he might be close to losing it. And youâre right by that.Â
âShitâshitâIâm gonna cumâfuck, baby, Iâmââ
Both your hands move to the back of his thighs, digging your nails gently into his flesh, shoving your head all the way down his cock, not caring that your throat hurts so bad you could scream. Because when you look up at him, when you see his eyes roll to the back of his head, see the way sweat runs down his temple, down his plump chest, thereâs no stopping you.Â
His entire body shudders. âIâm cummingâbaby, Iâm cummingâholy fuckââ
With a deep, desperate moan, he spills into your mouth, thick and hot ropes of cum that hit the back of your throat before you can blink. You moan around him, swallowing as fast as you can, not wasting a single drop.Â
Jungkook doesnât stop twitching. He pulses again and again, his free hand trembling on your jaw as he now watches you gulp down on his cum, watches as both his release and your spit seeps from the corners of your mouth and down your chin. He watches in complete awe. Would you look at that? Youâve got the Jeon Jungkook, your fucking childhood crush, your fucking real time crush, wrapped around your finger. Or wrapped around your tongue, would maybe be better wording here.Â
âFucking look at you,â he moans, voice unhinged. âHow are you real?â
You keep going, soft sucks to his oversensitive tip, tongue tracing along the underside of his shaft where a veins throbs beneath the skin. You want him clean, completely. So you donât stop until thereâs nothing left, until his cock is wet with only your spit, your tongue dragging slowly along every vein.Â
He shudders, twitches again, and suddenly retracts from you, leaving your throat sore and hurting. âStopâstop,â he pants franticly, suddenly getting down on his knees before you, almost meeting your height. Without further notice, he wraps both hands around your waist, pulling you flush to him, closing the distance with a sloppy kiss. âFuckâyouâll be the death of me.â
Youâve never had a guy do this â kiss the mouth that just swallowed ropes own his own cum. His tongue rolls into your mouth, not even caring about the bitter aftertaste of his release, moaning against you as you press your tits against his sweaty chest.Â
So there you are, on the floor of the backroom, VHS tapes scattered across the floor alongside all your clothes, making out heavily as if you havenât just ruined each other completely.Â
âThink you can walk outta here?â Jungkook laughs against your lips, not even letting you answer before his tongue breaches your mouth again.Â
You gasp for air, running your fingernails down his chest, leaving white marks all over him that will certainly turn red in a moment. âProbably not.âÂ
âToo bad then,â he breathes, kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck, eating you up. âIâll have to carry you everywhere now. What a drag,â he teases, not leaving as much as an inch of your skin untouched by his lips.Â
âOh no,â you mock, trembling in his arms as his kisses find the sensitive spot of your neck.Â
âCan I ask you something weird?â he breathes against your collarbone, licking and sucking on your skin as he waits for your answer. You only nod above him, eyes shutting close as he lavishes you in wet kisses. His next words come out low, almost unnoticeable, but your eyes widen the moment you hear them.Â
âDo you think itâs possible to fall in love with someone over a blowjob?âÂ

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Hello my love! I actually wasn't going to respond to your message because I don't owe you anything and I don't have anything to prove to you. However, this gives me a perfect opportunity to educate people on AI as someone who is very anti-AI (and openly so). I'll be able to link back to this post in case of future events like these and I'll also address every single lie you, very impressively, managed to list about me! Let's get the easy ones out of the way first:
Both you and your friend have never existed before but now suddenly you're both here claiming that yourw "english majors, you always write a lot, you write thousands of words like it's nothing" When you make a new account on the internet, you do actually 'appear' out of nowhere! Funny isn't it? Second, I have never claimed to be an English major! I have taken a poetry class, but I am not an English major, the language is not even my first.
Help wanted is almost 200k words and you only started in feb? Yes! Help Wanted was started on February 1st 2026! That would mean I have written 167.3k words in 136 days! That sounds plausible to me. Everyone's lives are structured differently, but no matter if I was working or just busy on other ends, I always made time for writing. Everyday I aim to write for at least two hours. Be it between midnight and 2am or a more reasonable 7-9pm. I take my self discipline very seriously and I stick to the promises I make for myself!
Now onto the AI of it all. Which, is ridiculous by the way. You sound ridiculous. Oh well, let me humour you and quote you, "ai can replicate all styles" so my writing has a style? If I already have a style, then there's actually no reason for me to use AI? One of the major tells when it comes to generative AI in writing is that it does not change its style. Please educate yourself. Yes the plot and premise changes, but the sentence structure and the forced punchy lines are still the same! "Prompts exist, if you send a prompt to ai â "write me a jungkook drabble about reader being a nanny, *add extra details*, it should have rich vocabulary" it would send you exactly what you want" Right, but see, this doesn't make any sense. Because *extra details* does not mean anything actually. How does AI write 170k of fiction that makes perfect sense? No seriously, enlighten me. Can AI remember to add in all the previous 23 chapters into my new one? No, probably not and definitely not in the way I want for it to. "It's not hard to tweak them into how you want to write." How do you know this? You incline me to believe that you are the one using AI here, but I won't point that finger at you because I'm not like that. And if I already know how I want to write, which is what you're calming here, shouldn't I just be writing on my own? You keep contradicting yourself angel.
Over to my long list of evidence, because I can.
Here is my Ellipsus screen time between 25 May to 1st June. (For anyone unfamiliar, Ellipsus is the writing platform I write on because of its strict no AI policy). Read more about Ellipsus here <3 Especially if you are a writer, I recommend it strongly!
As you can see the daily usage lines up perfectly with what I mentioned earlier about trying to write for at least two hours a day. Isn't it crazy how I'm actually making sense?
If you're a member of my discord server you'd also have the opportunity to literally write with me in real time! I have multiple people in said server that have been on the phone with me as I actively write <3 Moving on, I also have detailed writing tips posted to my blog. Giving tips on how to write doesn't mean that I do it better than anyone else, but it means that I do write. Read my writing tips here and find that I reference HW in my tips, showing and explaining how I wrote the different characters. Then there's me replying to at least fifteen asks each day regarding the series. So for someone who apparently "uses AI" I sure know a lot about my story and go into a lot of detail with my readers. Crazy.
And is if the staggering amount of evidence to back me up wasn't enough, I have taken the liberty of doing you a little live commentary and tour of my Ellipsus, with the version history of my chapters:
This will be the only time I ever justify myself to strangers on the internet. Anymore asks like this will be blocked again <3
If you want to learn more about how to spot AI in writing, I strongly recommend this article by The New York Times <3 And please, if you come across something you believe to be AI, block the author and move on. Do not publicly target them without proof even if you in your heart are certain. You're only doing more harm than good.
i am. quite high rn and unreasonably delighted by the little pride flags that appear when u like queer posts. that shit is so cute
