#bangtan reader insert

So, deciding that enough was enough, you were dialing his number before you could change your mind. When the line picked up and a gravely “hello?” came through the receiver, it took you a moment to collect your thoughts; part of you didn’t think he would answer.

“Hey, I was just seeing how you were doing,” you said, trying to make your tone normal. There’s no way he actually forgot, is there?

“I’m okay, just really busy. Music doesn’t write itself, you know,” he sighed, and it was clear from his voice that he was tired. Guilt crept up your spine, and you didn’t want to add to his stress, but you needed to say something soon. “What about you?”

“I’m actually pretty free tonight,” you mused. “I think I got stood up.”

Yoongi laughed, saying “What? They’re an idiot, then. How could someone do that?”

His words made your stomach twist into a thousand knots.

“What’s the date today?” it seemed like your voice was barely a whisper, barely anything at all. But the silence on the other end told you everything when Yoongi said nothing. You didn’t want to hear it, anyway. “Look, I’ll talk to you later.”

He was starting to say something, but you cut him off with a cold, “Don’t talk anymore. Just… don’t,” and hung up before he could continue.

Anger, frustration, loneliness, all made your head foggy and your heart ache. Faintly, you could hear your phone ring with incoming text after text, but you didn’t want to deal with that. Maybe in the morning you would hear him out and try to talk, but for now it was too much.

The bed creaked and groaned as your body landed on top. You were quickly embraced by him as his lips crashed against yours. His long fingers ripping at the loose fabric of your dress. Making it easier to touch the skin that was hiding from him. The air around was tense and hot, each breath coming out quicker and shorter than before. 

The sharp pain was quickly erased by his smooth tongue against your lips. Soft giggles filled the space as both bodies were flipped, and you were glancing down at him. Hoseok’s eyes were dark and mischievous. Filling your body with excitement as his palms grasped your mounds. Molding them and pulling at the hardening nipples. 

Your hips rocked back and forth, stimulating his length through his fabric. Hoseok groaned, tilting his head upwards. As he does so, his fingers tug at your nipples once more. Making you bite your lower lip in the process to stop hot puffs of air from escaping. You continued your pace, slow and steady. Enough to not only tease you but him as well. You knew that Hoseok didn’t like to be a tease, but in the end, it brought out a beast you loved. 

“You know how to tease me,” Hoseok grunts squeezing your mounds and bucking his hips into you. A soft squeeze escaped your lips, eventually covering it with a fit of giggles. Leaning inwards, you planted both hands on either side of his head. Your own tilting just a bit as you caught his gaze for the one-hundredth time this evening. 

“I’m not just some random chick ya know,” you purr much like a cat. 

“Oh ho,” he grins, wrapping his long arms around your waist. Pulling your body close as he rolls your bodies over again. Pinning you to the sheets and bowing his head in between your breasts. Taking the beauty of your skin in for a split second only to demolish it with bites and hickeys. 

Your core was throbbing for attention at this point. You wanted his fingers to plunge deep into the parts where no other man has ever touched. Curling them upwards as his thumb would rub against your throbbing clit. The thought of something so dirty made your body shudder. 

Hoseok noticed this and grinned as he assumed what you were thinking. But, he didn’t act upon it because he knew, or he expected, that you wanted it right away. Instead, he danced around the idea of making you crave for him in other ways. Hoseok flattens his tongue against your belly, swirling around your navel. His fingers dig into your skin, scratching up the sides of your body. 

He was heightening your senses. Making you feel things that no other man had ever done before. Your breathing continued to come out in short pants as you didn’t have the time to catch them. You dug your nails deep into the sheets, clawing at them when Hoseok dug his teeth into your flesh. You two were going at this like animals, and it was the only way you wanted it. 

“I have an idea,” Hoseok starts lifting his head from your stomach. You took a moment to catch your breath, shifting yourself up on your elbows. As Hoseok didn’t wait for a verbal response, he just continued where he left off. “But I don’t want to openly admit it since it might get a negative response.” he assumes repositioning himself beside you. 

“All that I ask,” he whispers swiftly positioning himself against your back. “Is for your consent.” 

“Which you already have.” you abruptly cut him off. Then, without realizing it, you shook your head in his direction. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so --” 

Hoseok covers your mouth with one big hand. As you couldn’t see behind your shoulder, you could feel his eyes darkening. He didn’t have to say anything, and you already knew what he was thinking. Without pushing it further, you simply nodded your head in his direction and let him advance. With his other hand, Hoseok moves his fingers down your torso again. 

Letting them glide against your skin, making your breath hitch and your skin to create goosebumps. Tilting your head back, you rested it against his chest. Allowing yourself to get comfortable as you certainly didn’t know what he was up to. Only in a few moments did the pieces start to fall into place. What Hosoek did earlier against your skin, he was translating against your cunt. 

The tips of his fingers glide against your folds. Moving them up and down, then dipping into your folds. Only to pull out and press against your clit. Sending your hips bucking into him and a soft fit of laughter escaping Hoseok’s lips. You tilted your head back, pushing it further into him. His fingers still moving gracefully against your skin. 

Leaving no area untouched. Then, he spreads your lips, pressing two fingers against your pulsing clit. Slowly tracing circles around and around. “H-Hoseok,” you murmur one hand coming back to grasp his curve connecting his shoulder and neck. The other gripping the sheets as your legs automatically spread. Hoseok hooked one of them in between his, giving his fingers further access to your cunt. 

“Yes?” he questions teasingly pressing the third digit into your now leaking entrance. His two fingers were still pressing into your clit, rolling them in between the two digits. You twitched under his touch, your nails digging further into his skin. He didn’t heighten your senses by touching you with his lips. Instead, he wanted to give you the joy and sensation of his touch. Letting you completely be overcome by him. 

“I-I think I’m going to --” his fingers instantly moved away from your clit. Being denied an orgasm was enough for you to whine louder than you ever had. His digits were still pressing against your skin. Moving them back and forth as he stimulated your body further. You let out a loud whine, your body pressing itself into him as you wanted his fingers somewhere else. 

Hoseok noticed this and laughed against your skin. He could tell when you were desperate for more, just by how your body rocked and moved against him. He even went as far as to press two fingers against your folds, moving them up and down. You groaned at his actions, your own fingers reaching out to grasp the bedsheets. This teasing wasn’t getting you anywhere but further frustrated with his decision. 

“I want more..” you whispered, watching his digits glide up from between your folds and touching your stomach gently. 

“Of course you want more,” he murmurs into your skin, only to press his fingers right up against your clit again. Rolling them in a slow circle, watching your hips and body buck at his movements. You moaned slightly louder than before, your breathing once again staggering. 

Hoseok did this for an extended period. Drawing out your orgasm and heightening your senses. His dark gaze followed your every movement and laughed at your blatant whining. How could Hoseok put you through such torture? All your body wanted was to orgasm, to reach the peak of satisfaction. But with his fingers guiding touching you, it never seemed to come. Even when you grasped his wrist and held him there. 

Hoseok would tut at your small actions, shaking his head against you. It would only draw your torture out further. He had you right where he wanted you, and it only proved it further that you were entirely under his control. 

“Cum for me,” his fingers drawing slow circles now as you could start to feel your orgasm from the pit of your stomach. You bit your lower lip, reaching back to grasp the nape of his neck once more. Your hips moving with his fingers, your eyes squeezed shut. As the power of your orgasm took over, you only felt satisfaction, causing you to blackout. 

Hoseok watched as you shook and twitched under his grasp. His fingers still pressing into your now throbbing clit. He hissed under his breath, due to your nails digging deep into his skin. After your grip on him subsided, Hoseok untangles himself from your grasp. Since you were trying to come over your high, he was already moving on taking his pants off. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he whispers, flipping you over on your stomach and pressing his tip into your cunt. A low groan escaped from the back of your throat as you arched your back. His lengths spreading the walls of your cunt, making you feel whole once again. By this time, your knuckles were pure white, and your cheeks were bright red. 

He didn’t give you time to adjust to him, because Hoseok was just as impatient as you were. He bucked his hips into you, spreading your legs as far as they could go. His arm wrapped around your waist, hoisting your ass up while he mercilessly pounds himself deep in. 

Low grunts filled the air behind you, but you couldn’t hear them. Because instead, your moans were instantly overpowering them. Hoseok decided to restart rubbing your clit at an agonizing pace. Since it wasn’t in time with his thrusts, it left you a trembling mess. Crying his name out over and over again like he was a god. 

It only boosted his ego, knowing how easily you caved for him. “Such a pretty girl,” he grunts now using his lower abdomen for more strength. He smacks your clit a few times, earning a loud yell in surprise. 

Hoseok hums under his breath, his hips still snapping into yours. With one small movement, he arches your ass up just a little further. Getting into the deepest parts, making you scream out from overstimulation. You knew your second end was coming way too quickly, and Hoseok knew this as well too. He pulled himself out almost immediately, flipping you over and pinning your back to the sheets. 

His eyes were dark, and his hair was wild. He reached to grab your wrists, pulling them up over your head and positioning himself to rub his erection between your folds. Taking your twitching into consideration as precum leaked out of his tip. “Hoseok..I need you.” a small plea came. 

Hoseok didn’t even lookup in your direction, but you could tell he was smiling. “And why should I let you cum for a second time?” he ponders holding the base of his length, then slowly moving his tip in and out. Teasing you further as you were itching to push your hips back into him. His grip on your wrists tightened, and you were left to nothing but a squirming mess. 

No words would come out because you couldn’t think straight. The fact that he could quickly leave you powerless in seconds not only terrified you but turned you on further. You arched yourself up into his hold, trying to get your body to rub against him. Although it was proving to be a lot more complicated than you could imagine. 

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They were the only two that were on your mind. Everything else was either stuffed away where you couldn’t think twice about it, or you just didn’t care. Instead, you were rushing around your small apartment. Trying to clean up as you didn’t want them to see what kind of mess you had made. Since your finals were just around the corner, your apartment was a slew of pictures, camera parts, and anything that wasn’t store-bought ramen. 

Scrambling, you tossed your clothes away, fitting into something much more appealing. Grabbing your loose yellow sweater, you flung it over your head, letting it hang from your shoulders. Giving your black fishnets the attention they desired. You didn’t dare put on heels, although the thought crossed your mind. Instead, you slipped on a pair of sneakers and pulled your socks up. 

Looking in the mirror, you double-checked your makeup. Making sure everything was perfect. Meaning, no smudges, no smears, and definitely no flakes. Grabbing a big fluffy, clean brush, you wiped away anything that would show crakes in such a beautiful painted mask. Grabbing a few hair ties, you pulled your hair back and let a few strands hang. You knew they were going to get looser, but if you wanted to look the part, you had to. 

Then, wasting no time, you proceed back to your cleaning. Stuffing papers into folders, pictures into your desk, and making sure every camera part was sealed away for safekeeping. By the time there was a faint knock, you had somewhat cleaned your apartment. At least making it presentable and smelling careful with a few candles. Taking a deep breath to calm not only your pulsating heart but your core, who needed attention, you stood up tall. 

You moved slowly, giving them what dire time they had to fix themselves before devouring you whole. When you opened the door, you were pleasantly surprised to see both of them in beautiful clothes. Taehyung looking more dressed up than Yoongi, however, you knew how lazy he was when it came to dressing himself. That is if he wanted to be casual, but then again, you didn’t keep on that thought for long. 

Taehyung’s whistle brought you back to reality, his eyes hungrily taking insight. He looks over his shoulder, Yoongi’s usually pale face was darker in the afternoon light. He didn’t say anything, instead, basking in all your glory. Reaching out, Taehyung took your wrist where the two strips of color where. Bringing them up, he plants a tender kiss on each, then moving in. 

You took two steps back, giving them enough room to walk in, then move past you. Yoongi did; first, Taehyung staying by your side to shut the door. You assumed Yoongi was going for the wine, the one he gave just a few nights before. You hadn’t touched it, mostly because you wanted it to chill first before popping the cork. 

“I still wish you would have said -” Taehyung clucks his tongue like a mother would scolding a child. He waggles a long finger, then proceeding to press it to your lips. 

“We’ve already discussed this,” he mentions waggling his eyebrows. “Now let us take care of you.” pausing then looking over his shoulder. Yoongi coming back with three glasses, one of them already filled. 

“You were the one to invite us over, weren’t you?” The question hanging in the air, your breath caught in your lungs. Without a second thought, you nod feverously. Reaching out to grab a glass when Yoongi came close. Instead, he shakes his head again, leaning inwards and smiling. Almost teasing you as he hands the full cup to Taehyung. 

Where you three going to drink first? Or where they going to get right into it? You didn’t know; however, you didn’t want to bask in the unknown for too long... 

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Taehyung was crotched in front of you, his slim fingers grasping your chin. Your torso was laid across Yoongi’s lap, his fingers brushing against the nets across your legs. A small whimper escapes your lips, Taehyung being the source of it. He held the small remote in his palm, controlling the speeds in which he could use against you. 

Yoongi was heightening your senses. Smacking your thighs whenever Taehyung adjusted the speed or doing so to watch your body jiggle due to the force. You could feel your heart against your chest, the pounding of it rapid and hard. Your arousal now being the only scent filling between the three of you. Under you, Yoongi’s own arousal poked at your stomach. 

Begging for its release as much as you wanted one. You tried to reach out, snatch the remote from Taehyung’s grasp multiple times. Making it harder by the second as he punished you for such actions. This time, he held your chin in a firm grip, tilting your head back to look at the decoration of hickies. 

“She’s going to need a lot of makeup, tomorrow baby,” he spoke, his attention now drawn towards Yoongi. You give a surprised yell, Yoongi’s hand connecting with the bottom of your ass. That sweet spot that connected your legs to your cheeks. This time, he hit you harder than before, small tears building at the corners of your eyes. 

Not because it hurt, but because of how sexually frustrated you were. “Then let her,” he growls palm face down and soothing the now pink area. His head snaps to the side, your phone still ringing next to him with notifications. He rolls his eyes, drawing his attention towards it. Unlocking it efficiently, then sending a quick text, only to receive a small smirk. 

You didn’t see he had one because your attention was on Taehyung, but judging from his next carefully picked words, you could picture it. Setting your phone to the side, he gives his attention back towards you. Still rubbing your skin as if he was warming it for some more smacks. Although this time, as Taehyung adjusted the speed, Yoongi’s fingers hooked in the fabric. 

The sound of strings pulling apart and now your nets hanging off your thighs like tattered fabric horrified you. Yoongi had just ripped your favorite nets without even thinking about it. You drag a moan, arching your body upwards since the sensation between your legs grew. You couldn’t even think about the pieces of fabric falling since all that mattered to you was how good the vibrator felt. 

“I think she’s enjoying herself too much.” Yoongi pipes dipping his fingers in your folds, pulling the small egg out. You almost whine in protest, only to be silenced by Taehyung’s sensual kiss. He drops the remote, distracting you as Yoongi plunges two fingers inwards, then three, stretching you out as he goes. Curling his fingers upwards, he finds your sensitive nerves. Making sure to hit them each time, your moans being muffled by Taehyung’s kiss. 

His teeth pull against your lips, wanting your mouth to open. Wanting to have access as he ultimately shifts you. Of course, you give in, his muscle plunging into your mouth and battling your own. His slim fingers move down, pressing against any open flesh. Pinching and pulling as he leaves his own trail down to your breasts. 

Your sweater was abandoned when Yoongi threw you over his shoulder. You didn’t have time to drink your wine before you were then tossed over his lap. They had this planned, straight from the beginning and you were just wrapped in their fingers. Not that you were complaining, because you enjoyed every second of it. 

Gasping for air, you move your head back. Your lower lip still hooked in Taehyung’s teeth, a small string connecting the two. He swipes his tongue across his mouth, eyes slowly opening to reveal his dark ones. “Don’t tire her out too much Yoongi,” Taehyung purrs once again cupping your chin. 

“I want to have some fun as well.” he finishes, Yoongi’s fingers slowly removing themselves from you. Another whine escapes your lips, the feeling almost unbearable as you wanted them. No, at this point, you needed them more than you had anticipated. They both could see this, and they were going to exploit as much as they possibly could. Without saying anything, Yoongi quickly shifts you. Moving your body up and wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“You want some fun?” He clicks his tongue, Taehyung’s face paling for a second. Just as he had power over you, Yoongi had control over the two of you. He presses your back against his chest, eyes narrowing into slits. Taehyung moves closer, Yoongi’s thumb and index finger pressing against his chin. Forcing his head upwards to lock gazes. 

You could only watch with tired eyes. Your own body on fire as you sat naked in front of them. Yoongi’s hand protectively around your waist, rubbing itself up and down your back. “I didn’t say you could have any fun Taehyung.” He growls, shaking his head, his grip tightening. “Not after what happened the last time.” he grins, removing his hand and smacking his cheek gently. 

You didn’t know exactly what happened between the two, but from the looks of it, Taehyung was doomed. He shared the same fate, and all you two could do was listen to whatever Yoongi ordered. He brings a hand up, brushing some of Taehyung’s long strands from his head, pushing it back as he lounges in his spot. 

For a few seconds, you thought that was all they were going to do. How stupid you must have felt when Yoongi stands you. Releasing his grip on both, then unbuttoning his jeans and pushing the chair back. He stands tall, waiting for one of you to finish what he started. You, still in a daze, watched as Taehyung swiftly moves his jeans down. 

Pulling at his boxers as his erection sprang free. He takes Yoongi’s length in one grip, leaning in and sucking on his tip. His face twists and relaxes. Eyes opening to small slits, but enough to make you quickly fall on your knees. You shimmy yourself next to Taehyung, his mouth still focused on Yoongi’s tip. With quick thinking, you lean in, grasping his balls in your hands, rolling them. Then, removing your grip to replace it with your mouth. 

Taehyung notices this, smirking as he watches you, then pushes more of his length in. Both your actions earning a low grunt from Yoongi, one hand on both heads. Gripping your hair as he basked in receiving some stimulation. 

“Look at you,” Yoongi breaths, his cheeks flushed with a red heat, eyes now not leaving your head. Watching as you switch in between sucking him and planting open mouth kisses on his balls. Taehyung does the same, although he kisses his skin above his shaft, his hand rolling and giving him stimulation. “Such a little slut for me aren’t you Y/n?” he purrs yanking your head back, precum building at the corners of your mouth, mixing in with your spit. 

The sight was erotic, only driving Yoongi insane. Watching some of your spit trails down your mouth, chin and dropping onto your chest. His dick twitches in response, Taehyung smirking as he takes more in. So much so, that Yoongi’s eyes close and he pulls at his hair. “Fuck!” he growls, rolling his head back for a split second. 

With his other hand, Yoongi pulls Taehyung off him. Eyes glazed and hazy, looking at his soulmates who both had spit and precum dribbling out of their mouths. He didn’t know who to kiss first, the thought making it difficult for him to choose. Bending down, he takes Taehyung first. Planting a lustful kiss against his lips, tasting himself against him. 

You watch, eyes wide and heart thudding again. Your own core throbbing once more as you knew that the sight was more than erotic. The way Taehyung hadn't wholly stopped giving Yoongi pleasure, stroking his hand up and down his length. As if he had done it a thousand times. Yoongi still twitching as he wanted nothing more than to get off. 

Then, remembering that you were watching, he pulls away with a dark glance. Laughing just a little as he leans in and cups your chin. His face scrunching as his mate still didn’t stop. “Watching us hm?” he questions, Taehyung chiming in shortly after. 

“Don’t you think she’s waited long enough?” Pausing his movements as Yoongi then grins. One that made your heart pound as he leans in closer. 

Watching them perform was different than usual. It was mostly due to how they presented themselves on stage while knowing what they could do afterward. Being in a relationship with one of the members was a different ballgame compared to being an average fan. Fans only knew the members for their personalities on stage, camera, and any other small tidbits. Behind the scenes, no pun intended, that was way different. 

You only realized such after you started dating the dance leader, Jung Hoseok. How it came to be, that was a mystery within itself. Most contracts didn’t allow their members to date; however, that was proven to be thrown out the window. When Hoseok met you, he knew that he wanted to be around you for as long as possible. Even if that meant bending the rules and proceeding forwards also if that meant getting in trouble. 

He wanted to make sure that you, yes you, would be in his life for as long as possible. Considering that Hoseok usually didn’t seek out relationships, this was new and interesting. With that being said, Hoseok often found himself always thinking about you, even when he was on stage. You, well, that was a different story within itself. You would watch from the crowd, your body squirming if and when Hoseok made eye contact. 

Most songs would trigger such actions. Labored breathing, pulsating in between your legs, the typical signs of one being horny. As of lately, it was always whenever Hoseok shot you, or the crowd, a focused look. One in which his eyes were dark, expression as well too, and sometimes his tongue sticking out. You knew what he could do with his tongue, and that was more intoxicating than ever. 

You felt the air rush out of your lungs when they left the stage. Your own body moving out of the seated crowd and back towards the restroom. Hoseok offered you to come backstage with them, but you refused to. You couldn’t get a good picture of him, so you wanted to experience it like the rest of the crowd. But, as previously mentioned, it was harder than usual. You walked into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. Splashing some water on your face, then slapping your cheeks. 

You felt the heat of your arousal, only making you press your legs together. Just imagining Hoseok in between you was enough to make you uncomfortable. So much so that you told yourself that you had to leave the venue just to get some kind of air. But once again, it would only mean that it would be harder to stomach the rest of the performance. 

How would you be able to resist him for the rest of the night? 

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Hoseok offered to take you home, and you gladly agreed to it. You had only been dating for a little under five months, so the honeymoon stage was slowly starting to dissipate. That didn’t mean you hadn’t freaky with him. It only took two months for the tension to rise, and when it broke, it broke hard. For weeks, you two were like rabbits, and it was hard to get him off of you. 

Crossing your legs, you sat back in the plush leather seats. Your fingers gently brushing against the car door as the vehicle zoomed through the streets of Seoul. Your head was pressed against the window, eyes focused only on the night lights. Hoseok’s slim fingers were curled up on the wheel, his body still had some remnants of their show on him. 

There were some beads of sweat trailing down his neck, and his skin was still glossy. The ride was quiet enough to where you started to squirm. Hoseok noticed this and raised an eyebrow. He tilts his head slightly, looking at you from the corner of his eye. Then, proceeds to move one hand out to grasp your thigh, making you gasp under your breath. 

No words had to be communicated, he knew exactly what was going on. This brought Hoseok to give a low chuckle, his hand pulling itself back. “Can you make it home?” he questions vaguely, but you knew enough to where he was coming from. 

“I’m not sure.” You answered, cheeks still flushed. 

“Give me a second.” He mumbles, turning his blinkers on then moving the car off the freeway. It takes him more than a second to find an empty parking lot. While he was searching, you noticed that his eyes got darker by the second. Meaning that he too was thinking about all the ways he could devour you, making it harder to stay in your seat. 

When he pulls in, he does a quick search. Double checking that there were no buildings, no cars, and yet no witnesses. He knew that having sex in a car would ultimately get him in trouble, but it would also be all over the news. So, he wanted to not only double-check but triple-check that he was safe. Hoseok parks the car in a secluded area, turning off the engine, then tossing the keys in the glove compartment. He turns his head to face you, his eyes were the first thing you caught. 

Just as always, they were dark. Focused, prepared, and hot. You felt your core throbbing as it wanted attention, no it needed it. He reaches out, slim fingers cupping your chin and lifting it. “What do you want my dear?” he purrs, leaning himself inwards. He always asked you this, as he was more concerned about making you feel enjoyable than caring about himself. 

You ultimately got annoyed with it, but you weren’t complaining. He tips your head backward, glancing at you with determination, his lips set in a hard line. You gulp down whatever you had, your mind racing. How he was able to get out whatever you were thinking was beyond you. 

“I..” you pause, trying to get the words out. His eyes silently asking you to continue. “I want your head in between my thighs.” then a smile broke. His teeth were white as snow and his grin sending chills down your spine. He presses his thumb and index finger into your skin, shaking your head, then releasing. Without saying anything, you scrambled to unbuckle yourself. 

Moving into the backseat with grace and agility. Hoseok decides to open his door, circle around, and join you. While he was taking his sweet time, you were quickly undoing the buttons on your skirt. You didn’t want him to tear them, because it was expensive. However, you could care less if he tore your underwear since you had plenty of those at home. 

When he opens the door, your legs were spread, and you were trying to kick your heals off. You cursed under your breath, loud enough to where it earned a chuckle from him. Ducking, Hoseok moves inwards, shutting the door behind him. You shift yourself to where your back was pressed against the door, making enough room for him. But he quickly moves you to push your hips against his. 

“Is that all you want from me tonight?” Hoseok questions, his finger dipping in between your legs. Tracing out the soft lace against your skin. You shiver, unaware that you needed his touch more than you anticipated. Because your mind was racing, you didn’t know exactly what to do. How were you going to give him the answer he craved? Or, was he going to get it out through punishment? 

“No..” the worlds almost immediately leaving. Hoseok hums, pressing the pad of his finger against your folds. You twitch, turning your head to break his gaze. 

“Tell me,” he whispers, moving his finger up and down, slightly teasing you. As you were fumbling over your words, Hoseok slips his finger past your lace. Moving it upwards and under your folds. He could tell you were wet, just by how easy it was for him to move. 

When he presses his finger against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles, your legs start to tremble. The words come out as fragments, your breathing beginning to labor. Your flush growing darker by the second and your mind racing. All you could think of was wanting more, needing more, and only wanting Hoseok. 

You mumble the respond under your breath, back arching against the plush seats. When he stops, you crane your head up to lock eye contact. You wanted to ask why he was ending, but you ultimately knew why. He didn’t hear you, and if he did, he wanted you to say it much louder. 

“I want you to fuck me, Hoseok.” You start trying to get some of your breathing back under control. “I want to cum against your tongue, then against your dick. I want all of you, please let me have all of you.” Hoseok clicks his tongue, then flicks your click again. You shake, breath, then moan. Using his index and thumb, he rolls it, only making you tremble further. 

Hoseok doesn’t answer to your request, only silently agreeing with it. He pulls his fingers out, moves your lace down, and tosses it to the car floor. He grabs ahold of your waist, shifting your body as well as his own to make himself comfortable on the seats. Then, lowering his head, he pokes his tongue out and starts to press the muscle against you. 

Your eyes flutter shut, and your hands reach out to grasp his hair. Pulling at it when he moves his tongue back and forth, stimulating your clit further. You wiggle your hips, trying to find the right spot. He uses his teeth, grazing it against you most sensitive parts. That causes you to groan and reach back to cover your mouth. 

Flattening his tongue, Hoseok starts from the bottom of your entrance and slowly moves upwards. Your legs shaking when he reaches your clit again, but he doesn’t allow you to collect yourself. No, instead, he spreads your folds, sucks on two fingers and probes them inside. Curling his fingers, he pumps them. The sound of your own arousal filling the car, but not as much as your moans. 

You easily drown it out because he’s back to attacking your clit. Never let a second go by without giving it the attention that it deserves. When you shift your hips again, your moans grow louder. You felt the heat travel up from the bottom of your neck to your cheeks. 

“Right there! Oh god, Hoseok!” You moan one hand covered your mouth while the other dug itself into his hair. Pulling at the strands and squeezing him. You didn’t have to look down at him because you could already feel his gaze on you. He obliges to your command, his tongue still moving at a rapid pace as well as his fingers. 

Your first request went over just as quickly as you expected. One, because Hoseok knew precisely what places to get you orgasming, and two, because you were already horny too begin with. He lets your breathing get somewhat under control, only to press his tongue against your already throbbing clit. 

You squeeze your legs together, pressing your knees against his head. He chuckles against your skin, pulling back and then quickly undoing his own buttons. Pushing his pants and boxers down, a sigh of relief escapes once his own erection sprang free. Quickly, Hoseok reaches forwards to the center consul. 

Reaching in, he grabs a condom and tears it open with his teeth. Tossing the discarded plastic away, he moves it on his cock with ease. Then, moves your body, so you were lying on your right side. He holds your leg up, letting it rest against his shoulder as he then spreads your folds and presses his cock in. 

You groan, letting him stretch you further, head falling back to rest against the seat. Without a second thought, Hoseok begins to pound into you. He was thinking about this all day, and it was known that there was some form of tension between you two. He wanted to hear from you, to have you beg, and so much more. His mind was clouded, and his only focus was you. 

Hoseok’s grip on your ankle tightens, making sure your leg didn’t fall even if you wanted to rest it. Your moans were a lot louder than before, as he angled himself to hit you over and over in one of the more sensitive parts of your body. His name and praises flung from your mouth, only boosting his ego. His own lustful smile spreading across his features. 

Once again, you didn’t open your eyes, but you could feel his gaze upon you. Watching you like your face scrunched with pleasure, perfectly plump lips opened and just a little bit of drool trailing down the side of your mouth. With his free hand, he snakes his way in between your folds again. Slowly rubbing circles in your clit, your legs trembling once again. 

Since you didn’t have much to grip on, you reached out to seize on the back on the seat. Your knuckles turning bright white, your head bowed so you could hide from him. But he wasn’t going to let that happen no. Instead, he leans himself forwards, now using his lower back to add more strength and to go deeper. 

He releases your ankle for a split second, moving your arm out of the way so he could see you straight on. Your eyes opened, locking with his for a second, his dark face making your shiver. You arched your back, the feeling of being full and the stimulation to your clit was almost too much to bear. Hoseok could tell you were getting close, due to how your walls squeezed against his length. 

He pounds into you a few more times, receiving the loudest scream you could muster as your end washes over you for a second time. As you were slowly coming down from your high, Hoseok moves himself out to milk himself into the condom. You didn’t dare open your eyes, the weight of it all coming down as you felt exhausted. 

When you shifted yourself upwards, you saw that he was still hard. A lazy smile spreading as you push some hair out of your eyes. 

“Do you think you can make it home?” You croak, tilting your head a bit as you brought one leg up. Letting some blood circulation flow. Hoseok takes a few moments to think, a low pur emanating from the bottom of his throat. 

[JEON JUNGKOOK] 00:00: Leave the key under the mat and get into position 

[L/N Y/N] 00:01: Is that all you want? 

[JEON JUNGKOOK] 00:25: Are you questioning my authority? 

[JEON JUNGKOOK] 00:30: I’m leaving now. Be there in half an hour. 

Heart thumping in your chest as your once tidy room looked like a mess. Clothes thrown all over the place, your own baggy shirt and bra tossed to the side. Everything was messy, and you knew that Jungkook would make you clean it all. This was someone you did not want to upset, even if that meant having to get a few punishments here and there. It was better than having him pick everything up by your teeth. 

What you couldn’t find was that damn box he hid everything in. It had a collar he recently purchased, making it even more valuable as you needed to find it. Since it was apart of the “position,” he was talking about. Meaning you had to find it or- 

Click! Creeeeeeeek Silence pat pat pat 

“Oh, no.” You whispered head whipping towards your alarm clock. How had half an hour already passed?! Your hands fumbled with each other, heart still racing as you weren’t ready. Instead, you landed on the ground head bowed and fingers still twitching. The patting got closer, and so did the strength of your heartbeat. 

Jungkook leans against the door frame. Looking into the mess of a room with an unpleased expression. Sighing, his long fingers reach up to undo his tie. Pushing it downwards then shrugging off his jacket. He doesn’t say a word as he unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves, then proceeds to roll them. Your fingers were now still, though they were itching to twitch and touch. 

All you could see were your fingers resting right above your knee. Then two black dress shoes, then a pair of dark eyes. Jungkook had wrapped his fingers around your chin, cranking your head up. Letting your eyes met his as they bore into you. He still wore his makeup, making them look bigger than they originally were. 

He tilts his head, inspecting to see if everything was in place. Quickly, he tuts, realizing that you hadn’t braided your hair, or put the collar on. “Do we need to go back to square one?” he questions, fingers ghostly moving down. The skin under them starts to twitch as goosebumps appear under. He wraps his long fingers around the nape of your neck, tightening when he attempted to prove a point. 

“I couldn’t find it.” 

“You had all night, darling.” he muses, noting that he had first warned you about this before he went to the show. His fingers tightening their grip, his head moving inwards as he awaits your explanation. 

“I..” you couldn’t get the words out. Or that’s what you thought you couldn’t do. Why? Because it was getting harder to breathe. Jungkook wanted to show his dominance, which was a turn on, but as he did so, it made it harder to give him what he wanted. 

“Go on.” he pushes, making it harder for you to even consider not to answer him. 

“I watched you all night.” Jungkook’s eyes widen then soften. As if he was hiding his amusement. You weren’t into the whole Kpop glitz and glamour. You expressed it to him one night, saying how you thought it was all just a show. Watching these big companies push out groups only to work them to death or starvation. Jungkook didn’t say much to it, letting you voice your opinion. So when he heard you watched a music show, he was quite impressed. 

His tongue flattens against his upper lip. Quickly wiping it across, Jungkook pulls it back. He doesn’t answer your statement, instead, proceeds to stand. Moving his fingers back as well as pushing your hair with it. Crotching, Jungkook then grabs the strands of your hair and twists them. Making a long braid that went down your shoulders to your midback. He wraps a tie in, then twirls the braid up and into a high bun. From there, Jungkook moves back to the nightstand. 

You watch him from the corner of your eye, silently cursing to yourself. Your nightstand should have been the first place you looked for the blessed object. But you assumed that it would have been too obvious, so you didn’t look through it. Instead, you tore your entire room up looking for an object that was right under your nose. 

Sitting straighter, you didn’t want to get smacked with any flogger or paddle. Jungkook trained you well, and it had been a while since you got a punishment. However, since you couldn’t execute what he wanted, you silently prayed he wasn’t going to smack you. Despite enjoying the sentence, to a small extent, you assumed he wasn’t going to go light with you. 

“Lay on your front,” he instructs, you obviously doing as he says. Just in a few seconds, Jungkook’s slim fingers were gripping around your waist. Hosting you up so that your ass was in the air and your cheek was resting against the floor. He positions your knees so they could anchor some of your weight. A few shuffles later, and you were grunting. 

 Thwack! The familiar pang of his leather paddle hit your ass. Jungkook was going to give your punishment first, then put your collar on. But you couldn’t think of such mundane things because all you felt was the tingling sensation. Traveling from your ass and warming your body. 

Making your core throb for attention and your pulse incline. “Now, tell me,” a low voice comes from behind. “You took your collar off when you weren't supposed to?” 

Silence

Thwack! 

“Yes!” 

“Yes, what?” A few pants escaped your mouth as the words were slowly starting to formulate. 

“Yes daddy,” in his next words you could hear his smirk. It was the way his eyes darken, lips slimming, and tongue poking out slightly. Often making you drool or even blush at the sight of such an erotic expression. Sadly, you weren’t able to see it due to the position you were in. 

“That’s my girl.” another smack making your body move forwards as you could feel your legs starting to tremble. Most of the time, your pride got the best of you, yes because you didn’t want to beg. But, you didn’t want to go through another round of punishments. So, you swallowed your pride and squeezed your eyes. 

“Daddy?” 

“Yes?” you grunted this time as you felt the leather hit your cheeks again. 

“I’m about to fall, please. I..I think I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t do this again, I promise.” the second you opened your mouth was the second the words started tumbling out. You hated how vulnerable and weak you sounded. But it was hard to be dominated..well that was a lie. You enjoyed Jungkook taking the initiative. It was hot...erotic for a better term. 

Behind you, Jungkook raised an eyebrow. His smirk still evident as he twirls the paddle in his hand. He knew you were about to fall, just looking at your shaking legs. He wasn’t going to deny it, but he did want to see how long you would last. This time, Jungkook slowly moves around. Crotching in front of your face, legs spread, and body leaning inwards. 

Since you couldn’t see his face correctly, you didn’t hold eye contact. However, you knew precisely what expression he held. Once again, his eyes were still dark, smirk still playing on his lips, and hair ruffled despite you never coming into contact with it. Maybe he took his tie off, or perhaps he unbuttoned a few of the top ones. But you could tell that he was getting himself ready for more than just spanking. 

“I don’t think you have sweetheart,” he answers, cocking his head to the side. “If I'm honest,” he pauses, bringing a slim finger down to pat your nose. “I think you’re far from learning it.” 

“Oh, but I have!” You beg to squeeze your eyes tighter fingers twitching to reach out and hold most of your body weight. You could now feel your entire lower half start to shake. You were built for this kind of position, and Jungkook knew so. It’s why he chose it. Because he knew it would force you into a spot, he wanted you to be in. 

Tutting, Jungkook shakes his head as he trails his finger upwards. Moving them into your hair and pushing some of the loose strands aside. His eyes glowed for a split second, then quickly darkened afterward. It seemed like he was thinking about something, and it clearly showed on his face. How his eyebrows knitted together, and once again, his expression darkened under the light. 

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could assume what he was thinking about. Just due to the pause in his movements as well as the silence that loomed over the room. Suddenly, Jungkook backs his hand away and slowly straightens himself. His eyes never leave your trembling body, although his smirk continuing to play. 

“Tell me what you’ve learned and maybe I’ll reward you,” he mentions popping a hip out, his foot tapping the ground impatiently. You swallow a lump, beads of sweat formulating at the top of your head. Clearly, you were focused on keeping your body upwards, but you knew that would be difficult within itself. As the first word started to tumble out, your entire body fell. 

Your blood went cold, and you tried to scramble yourself upwards. Only to have Jungkook place a foot in the middle of your back. He leans inwards, pressing more as he tuts. “Once again, you disobeyed me.” the pressure started to move side to side as he continued to push into you. Taking a deep breath in and out his nose, Jungkook closes his eyes and thinks. 

“I’m sorry.” you muffle, turning your head to the side so you could rest on the other cheek. 

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it anymore.” he snaps eyes blazing. You felt them bore into you, making a small shiver run down your spine. Jungkook moves his foot to step over your body, sitting on the edge, close to the now-forgotten paddle. Then he slaps his thighs twice, and you were up and on them. His hands grasp your sides, fingers curling into your skin. 

Those beautiful chocolate brown eyes now bore amusement, lust, disappointment, and anything and everything under the sun that had to do with dominance. His head moves forwards, tilting just slightly to the right. It was like he was scanning you over, making sure everything was set before making his next move. With the silence in between you, this was an excellent time to break eye contact and look even more submissive than you had before. 

Your lower lip came in between your teeth, your flush was still evident on your cheeks. You pressed your arms inwards, making your chest rise just a little in the process. You felt Jungkook’s length harden further from underneath, meaning that whatever you were doing was working. 

“I’m really sorry, daddy,” you whisper chewing on your lip, turning your head back to gaze into his eyes. This time, his expression faltered, flickering into something. Before you caught wind of it, it quickly switched back, eyes softening and body language loosening. Jungkook leans back, on the one hand, shifting most of his body weight, especially his length. Pushing it up into your ass as you gasped, letting him know you could feel him. 

“Oh, you are now?” he muses, pursing those beautiful lips. Now bitting the middle of your mouth, you turned back to the side. Unable to look at him for the second time tonight as his expression was just too much for you to take. Jungkook notices this, reaches out, and grasps your chin. Pulling it back, so he was looking straight at you, his head still tilted as he proceeds on. 

“It amuses me that you think giving yourself up like this is going to do you any good.” he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip. “Making yourself look like such an innocent little angel when in reality,” his grip tightening as he pulls your face inwards. 

Making sure his lips were just inches away from your skin. You felt his breath against you, the hairs on your neck standing up almost immediately. Making it harder for you to not show any emotions. Like it was already hard enough, you mentally roll your eyes at such a weak thought. “You’re just a little slut who disobeys me.” his words coming out like venom as you groaned next. 

His words dancing across your skin, then sinking in like his kiss. He pulls you against his chest, your hands grasping his shirt. Pulling him closer as he takes you. It wasn’t soft, nor was it passionate. It was rough, erotic, and everything lustful. His teeth sunk into your lip, drawing just a little blood but he pretends not to notice. 

His fingers dug into your skin, tearing more at the layers, making sure you felt each and every scrape. Your kiss turned sloppy as with a simple gasp, his tongue already starts to invade. How could one man make you moan by “innocently” touching you? Jungkook had barely done anything, and you were already soaking through his dress pants. 

His laughter hits your swollen lips, your cheeks turning a bright cherry red. “God, you’re such a little slut,” he mumbles nipping at your jaw, leaving you breathless. “Already wet for daddy,” he whispers smacking your ass, earning him another moan. 

“May I get a reward now? I’ve been a good girl.” You whisper, the words barely coming out. Jungkook pauses in the lit bites, giving you the moment of silence, even though he already knew the answer. Jungkook extends his fingers, his palms slowly rubbing against your cheeks. Now softly touching you as a small apology for such a rough encounter. 

“Yes, you may.”