#demon bts

"And...what?" your brow furrows. So many unbelievable things have happened in the last...month? Oh god, you realize, it's only been a month and it feels like forever. "Stay with you guys?"

Hoseok's hands can't keep still, so they trace up your thighs and beneath your (Yoongi's) t-shirt. His hands stroke up and down your back, pausing at the curve of your bare ass to squeeze happily. "Well, where else would you stay, silly?"

"B-but," you stutter again, cursing at yourself for being such a mess, "is that allowed?"

This time Hoseok smirks, eyebrows raising like a challenge, "And who, do you think, could stop us?"

"But...the contract—?" You lose your train of thought as Hobi stretches forward to plant kisses on your neck, sucking and biting the skin until a purple bruise sits beneath your ear.

"There's nothing in the contract," he whispers against your skin, tongue lapping at the beads of sweat that appear there, "that says we can't bring you to our place."

You run your tongue over your lips, pressing down with your teeth. Your hands have snaked into Hoseok's hair, scratching circles lightly with your nails. You want nothing more than to go to Seoul. You want to see their apartment and meet their dogs and sleep in their beds. You want to see their kitchen and their shower and their agency. You want to go to their favorite restaurants and their rehearsals. You want to watch movies and eat dinner and then have the ever-living-lights fucked out of you. And then you want to shower with them and wear their clothes and snuggle into them as you drift to sleep.

But that's exactly why you're afraid to go.

Namjoon is last. And Namjoon is the only one who hasn't yet taken his turn. And you know that he will once you're in Seoul. And then it will be...over.

"We aren't going to leave you," Hoseok whispers. Again. It's the second time tonight that he's said that, and you still don't believe it.

The contract looms in your mind and with it the fear that all of this (the texting and social media and clothes and attention and the sex, all of it) is simply to fulfill their contract. And once Namjoon takes his turn...it will all be over.

"Please come," Hoseok says. He pulls away, hands on your back to watch you with wide, pleading eyes, "Please. Just trust me on this."

You run your hands through his hair, push it away from his face. You can feel your heart constricting in your chest, your mind clearing from subspace as he pleads for you. It's such a foreign feeling, and you're not that big a fan of being in control, but you do realize this has to be your choice.

And what if you say no? Namjoon would just take his turn here, wouldn't he? And it would still be over afterward.

So you might as well trust him—trust them.

"Okay," you say softly, "I'll go."

"Really?" he grins, leaping upward to catch your lips with his own, pecking them over and over in overjoyed enthusiasm.

You grin because you can't help it, his energy is infectious. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and squeeze, laughing because your answer has made him so happy. You lean back, pressing your hands to the back of his neck, absently letting your thumbs toy with the hoops in his ears. "When do we leave?"

"Oh," he blushes suddenly, looking away from you, "Kinda already did."

You blink, straightening in your position on his lap, looking around. You are no longer in your room. In fact, you are so much not in your room that there are five others in this new room, all watching you. Watching you, who is straddling a naked Jung Hoseok, while you are naked but for Yoongi's Fear of God t-shirt.

You gasp and, before you can think about it, hit Hoseok playfully on the back of the head. "You could've warned me!"

"Sorry," his cheeks flush, "I was excited."

"Hey Joonie," a voice says, you and the six other sets of eyes turning to the hallway where the voice is coming from, "I have some new ideas about that track you played for me yesterday and I—" Yoongi stops abruptly when he steps fully inside and sees you there. He grins, "Kitten."

"H-hi," you blush, looking down as seven sets of eyes now turn their attention back to you.

"Put some clothes on," Jin says, stepping forward to similarly smack the back of Hoseok's head. He disappears from beneath you so that you land softly on your knees on the soft leather couch he'd been sitting on. Then Jin leans forward and gives you a soft kiss on the lips, "Hello gorgeous. Have you eaten? We were just about to have dinner." You realize now that Jin is wearing a pink, frilly apron over a turtleneck and jeans.

"No, I'm starving," you say, looking up at him.

Jin pinches your cheek cutely, "Good, I'll fix you a plate." He turns on his heel and walks down a hallway that, you can only assume, leads to the kitchen.

"Do you want a tour?" Taehyung says, picking up your hand from behind you. You crane your neck to see him, Jimin, and Jeongguk standing eagerly behind you.

"Yes, please," you grin.

They help you off the couch, your bare feet landing softly on the floor, wincing when the wood is colder than you expect.

"Here," Yoongi says, waving his hands so that a pair of knee-high black socks appear on your feet. When you raise one up you see little toe beans stitched into the bottoms.

You flush and nod your head, "Thank you."

When you turn back to the maknae's, you find Jeongguk crouching down, "Hop on!" he says, "The Jeongguk Express is about to leave!"

Giggling, you climb onto his back, gripping his shoulders as he stands and steadies himself with your added weight. He hooks his arms beneath your legs and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek.

Taehyung takes one of your hands and tugs both you and Jeongguk forward, "Let's go, let's go! I want you to see my room!"

As you pass him, Namjoon looks down at his watch, "Jin said twenty minutes! Don't take too long!"

"Okay!" Jimin calls as you race down the hallway.

It's a long hallway, doors placed periodically along both walls. You try to count but now Jeongguk is fully sprinting after Taehyung, laughing like a child chasing a kite. You squeal when he skids near the end of the hallway and turns abruptly, socked-feet slipping as he tries to start running again. In front of you, Taehyung is skipping backward, grinning happily, and you can hear Jimin trying to keep up behind you.

You curl over Jeongguk's back like a koala, giggling into his neck and gripping his shoulders tightly. You feel his hands tighten on the backs of your legs and suddenly he lunges forward, moving quickly past Taehyung and stopping abruptly at a door ajar.

"Hah! I win," he declares. He bounces you up and down on his back gleefully, twisting his neck to say again, "I win."

"You win," you say proudly, rubbing your nose affectionately against his.

Then he turns and sticks his tongue out at Taehyung and Jimin, who are both out of breath and slowly catching up. Jimin shoves Tae playfully and says, "Why would you taunt him like that?"

Taehyung just shrugs and takes off his cap, fixing his sweaty hair before putting it back on. He strides up to the door and pushes, "This is my room."

It's smaller than you would have thought. Although the bed is quite large and so is the closet. It's messy, too, with various articles of (you notice absently, extremely expensive) clothing strewn about. There's a gaming computer and a Switch and the blinds are open so that light streams in.

"I like it," you beam at him.

"Wait till you see mine, noona!" Jeongguk says, turning to a door opposite this one. It's also slightly ajar so, because he's holding you up, he nudges it open with his head. You giggle as he steps into the room for you to see.

Jeongguk's room is neat and organized. Half of the room is consumed with gaming and editing computers, there are multiple cameras scattered about and a couple of sketchbooks by an iPad. The other half of the room is a closet and a bed in dark sheets.

You smile and, because he's there, you nudge your nose into his cheek before kissing it. "It's great," you grin against his skin.

"Let's go see mine and Hobi's," Jimin says, turning and walking back the way you came.

The three of you follow him quietly before you squeeze Jeongguk's shoulders and say, "Aren't you tired?"

"Even if I wasn't an all-powerful demon," he says, leaning his head back so that it rests against your shoulder, "I'd be able to carry you all the time."

You blush, trying not to think about how soft and romantic (but also horny and wet) such a simple statement makes you. You also try not to think of your bare pussy pressed against his back, getting wet without underwear to stop the slick from staining his back.

You make it all the way down the length of the hallway before stopping at a door. Jimin turns the handle and pushes inside, revealing the largest room by far. There are two full-sized beds, a large closet on one side, and a television. Both beds have been made, but one has a laptop and a few books spread over it—Jimin's, you think. Hobi's bed is clean, but there's a small cluttered desk with an expensive computer system near it.

Just as you cross the threshold, Jin's voice resonates through the apartment, "It's going to get cold!"

"We'll have to show you the rest later, noona," Jeongguk says, immediately turning and walking toward the sound of Jin's voice. When he puts you down in the kitchen, Taehyung walks up and wraps an arm around you.

"Do you want to sit with me?" Taehyung whispers in your ear.

Blushing you nod cutely, "Yes, please, but uh—" you pause to see where each of the other members are before whispering, "Can I have some underwear?"

"Huh? Why?" Jimin pouts from beside you both.

You worry your bottom lip and mutter, "I really don't want to get any slick on your pants."

Across the room, Jin chokes in surprise, turning abruptly to look at the three of you. Your eyes widen and you turn into Taehyung's embrace, flushed. You whisper softly, "Is super hearing part of the demon thing?"

"Yes!" Yoongi calls from the other side of the room.

"Fuck," you whine.

"Naughty language for such a cute princess," Taehyung chuckles. Then he taps your ass over the t-shirt and you feel underwear appear on your hips. "Take a peek," Tae whispers, "they're cute. Jin-hyung picked them out."

You turn in his embrace and lift your shirt to expose a pair of baby blue lace panties, a little bow in the center. They are really cute, damn.

The table is similar to the one they conjured in your kitchen. And again, although there are easily eight spaces, there are only seven chairs to claim. So you let Taehyung guide you to his spot and sit comfortably on his lap.

Like the lunch you'd had a few weeks ago, this dinner is chaotic. There are almost always three or four different people talking at once, languages, and food, and puns flying across the table haphazardly.

Taehyung keeps you in his lap with his arms secured around your waist. He then winks and flirts and cons Jimin and Hoseok and Yoongi into feeding him throughout the meal, often times taking a bite and kissing it into your mouth in a way that is only slightly functional but is completely erotic.

So erotic that by the end of the meal, when Tae shifts you from sitting on both thighs to straddling just one and then begins to bounce the knee so that he hits your clothed clit almost perfectly every time, you're already a wreck.

"Ah, ah, ah—! Tae...hyung," you pant as his leg bounces faster up and down beneath your pussy. Before you can stop yourself, your hips snap back and forward, looking for any kind of friction.

Tae leans forward and nibbles on your earlobe, "What happened to not getting any slick on my pants, hmm?"

"I just bought her that underwear," Jin pouts from the head of the table, nevertheless watching with his eyes glued to you. You notice only vaguely that Tae has pushed away from the table so that you're on complete display for the six of them.

"Not that I don't enjoy this," Namjoon says to the room, nobody's eyes shifting away from you, "but this will take a while and we have a photoshoot in the morning."

"I could go for dessert," Yoongi offers, and the next moment he's slipping beneath the table. He crawls underneath it until he's kneeling in front of your and Tae's chair, his face even with your crotch.

Tae moves you to sit between his legs, and Yoongi's hands work up your thighs, "Spread her, Tae," he says.

Tae hooks his knees beneath yours and spreads your legs wide, your pretty underwear suddenly gone so that your flushed, dripping cunt is fully on display. When you look around the table you see that everyone is watching you.

You clench your eyes shut, your body flushing at all of the attention. Your mouth falls open when Yoongi's small tongue begins lapping with kittenish licks at your clit. He uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips, exposing the clit and suckling on it harshly. Two fingers stroke your folds before he finds your entrance and plunges them inside, sinking them in to the knuckle and scissoring.

"Ah," you moan, leaning into Taehyung's chest and thrusting your hips forward, seeking more pleasure as Yoongi closes his mouth around your clit and sucks in earnest. His tongue flicks across the little bud relentlessly, your body spasming before you can even think, his fingers thrusting through the orgasm until your body stills, slick, and arousal gushing from your tight hole.

"I want a taste," Jimin whines and when you open your eyes, you find his head between your legs beside Yoongi's. The elder backs away and allows Jimin in closer, the younger man licking long stripes up and down your folds as he scoops up your juices with his tongue.

When he's finished he says, "It is like dessert, nice and sweet."

You're a panting mess, resting against Taehyung's chest and barely keeping yourself upright. Namjoon stands before you with a smirk, leaning down to whisper in your ear: "Time for bed, princess?"

You nod cutely, letting your eyes slip closed and your body sag against Taehyung's chest. You feel Namjoon's hands cup beneath your arms and he lifts you like a child, holding you against his body as you lazily wrap your legs around his waist.

"Let's go then."

author’s note—not my best work, but rest assured the next chapter is so freaking good~

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