#dntaewithluv

He was so unbelievably out of your league. He was older, and gorgeous, and wealthy, and seemed to always go after what he wanted if overheard conversations between him and his colleagues were anything to go by. Plus, you had had pretty minimal conversation with him so far. Mostly just exchanged pleasantries and you waiting on his table every night. At least the latter had allowed you to have tiny glimpses into Yoongi’s life.

He seemed to be well respected among his friends. One or more of the six of them were often coming to him for advice. He also was apparently recently divorced. Not that that made Yoongi any less out of your league… And of course he just had to be sickeningly nice. Not just to you, but to everyone who worked at the club. He was always so polite and patient. Even going as far to give you a cute little wave from the course if you happened to be working near the windows, which you always were.

Every now and then, Yoongi would come into the club for his nightly drink completely unaccompanied. You especially loved those nights because they allowed you to talk a little more with him beyond just, “Can I get you another drink?”. Yoongi would ask you how you were enjoying working at the club and what your plans were once summer was over. He always came across as sincere and genuinely interested in whatever you were telling him. Yoongi really listened, even if it was just for a couple minutes at a time, and it definitely hadn’t done anything to help with your ever growing crush on the man. He was just so sexy in every sense of the word, and it almost physically pained you to know that you would never be able to have him.

Taking your friend’s shift so they could go out with their boyfriend for the evening hadn’t seemed like a big deal at the time, but you had already worked a double today and your energy was starting to leave your body faster than you could replenish it. You basically felt like you were running on fumes as you waited on a room full of club members, your eyes darting to the door every so often to try and catch sight of your favorite regular. You hadn’t seen Yoongi for a few days now, he had been absent from his usual table and from the golf course. His friends still came in though, and you had managed to catch something about him having major drama with his ex. Poor Yoongi. You hoped he was okay, and that you would get to see that gummy smile again that you loved so much.

The last remaining members told you goodnight on their way out the door, and you waited until you had heard the door shut to finally slide down to the floor with a groan of exhaustion. You were scrambling back to your feet a moment later when you saw the door swing back open.

“M-Mr. M-Min I’m so s-sorry. I was just getting r-ready to close up for the n-night.” you greeted him, humiliated at the way you stumbled over your words.

Yoongi’s eyes grew wide as he took in your frazzled state.

“No, I’m sorry. I know it’s late, it’s just...my friends told me you had literally been here all day and I thought, maybe both of us could use a drink.” he proposed, a soft expression on his face as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his navy dress slacks.

You just stared at him in disbelief for a moment, thinking surely you must have heard him wrong. You had probably zoned out checking him out in his matching tight blue button up, his light pink hair pulled back on one side to expose his undercut...and completely missed what he’d said. Yeah, that had to be it.

“What uh, what can I get for you? The usual?” you started as you made your way over to the bar.

You heard Yoongi chuckle behind you, “So, you’re really gonna make me drink alone huh?”

You froze in your crouched position behind the bar before slowly rising up to look at Yoongi in confusion yet again.

“I um, I can’t, sorry. I’m still working so.” you said quietly as you retrieved a glass and set it on the counter.

“You just said you closed.” Yoongi began, sauntering over until he was on the other side of the bar right in front of you.

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. Having him this close, looking this good was making it hard to think. To do anything really.

“Remember?” he went on, a hint of a smirk appearing on his face as he raised a brow at you.

“Mr. Min I-”

“Yoongi. Call me Yoongi, please.” he cut you off, and the authoritative edge in his voice had your head spinning that much more.

“Yoongi.” you repeated softly, and the smile he gave you had you feeling grateful that the bar was currently blocking the view of your knees threatening to buckle.

“I’m not a customer, and you’re not waiting on me. I’m just a guy asking you to please have a drink with him.”

“Why?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Because, I like you. And I would like to enjoy your company for a little bit, but only if it’s alright with you?”

Fuck why did he have to be so hot and sweet and, “Yeah, alright, I’ll have a drink with you.”

“Really?” he queried, his smirk widening slightly.

You shook your head and sighed, “Yeah, what the hell.”

“Hey, that’s the spirit!” Yoongi teased, flashing you a wink.

“I’m only going to supervise you and make sure you don’t get drunk and do anything stupid, just to be clear.” you voiced, and you wished it had sounded more convincing.

Yoongi laughed and you pouted at him.

“Okay sweetheart, sure. Whatever you say. You finish locking up here and then come meet me in the private lounge.” the pink haired man said, giving you one last slightly mischievous grin before he was strolling back out the door.

You quickly finished your closing duties and made a quick stop to the bathroom on your way to the lounge to check your appearance. You were still in your glamorous club uniform, and you had literally been working all day, so there wasn’t much you could do unfortunately. You settled for letting your hair loose from being up all day, hiking your skirt up just a little bit higher, and undoing the top two buttons on your blouse. It felt like an improvement without making it look like you were trying too hard.

Your heartbeat thrummed in your ears as you rounded the corner to the private lounge. Yoongi was sitting on the couch, resting his chin in one of his hands as he stared at his phone, seemingly deep in thought. There were two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, Yoongi’s drink of choice, placed on the coffee table in front of him. You examined the scowl forming on his face as he continued looking at whatever was on his screen.

“Wow, you were right. You really do seem like you could use a drink.”

Yoongi’s head shot up to look at you leaning against the open door frame, and you gave him a shy smile. It could have just been your imagination with how nervous you were feeling, but you thought that maybe you noticed his gaze lingering on your now exposed chest and thighs. You could’ve even sworn that his chestnut orbs got just a little bit darker.

“Sorry it’s just uh, my ex wife. She’s still trying to find ways to make me miserable even though we aren’t even together anymore, and at this point I really just don’t have the energy to put up with her shit.” Yoongi explained, letting out a humorless laugh.

You frowned, closing the door behind you and walking over to sit down next to him, “I’m guessing this is why I haven’t really seen you around the last few days?”

Yoongi’s eyes found yours as he nodded in confirmation.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, hesitantly reaching out to touch his hand that was resting on his knee, “that sounds like a really shitty situation.”

You felt his fingers wrap around your own a moment later, and he gave you a sad smile. It made your heart ache for him. Your face must have mirrored what you were feeling because he suddenly gave your fingers a gentle squeeze to get your attention.

“I swear I didn’t invite you here to bum you out and make you feel bad for me. Besides, I’m here with you, and the last thing I want to do is waste any more time talking about my nightmare of an ex wife.”

“Your what?” you questioned, immediately going along and playing dumb.

Yoongi grinned at you, “Perfect.”

“You know, I think I’d like to have that drink now.”

Yoongi hummed before leaning forward to grab the bottle of whiskey.

“You got it sweetheart.”

You couldn’t help but stare at his hands as he poured the bottle into each glass, filthy thoughts running rampant inside your head. God and you hadn’t even started drinking yet…

“So I’m curious.” Yoongi began, handing you your glass and leaning back on the couch with his own, one of his arms spreading across the top by your head.

You relaxed and sat a little further back, holding your drink in your lap.

“What’s that?” you inquired as your fingers anxiously tapped against the sides of the glass.

“How come you ended up working all three shifts today? Don’t tell me you did that voluntarily.” he teased before raising his drink to his lips.

You laughed, “Actually, I uh, I did. I said I would cover for one of my friends so she could go out with her boyfriend.”

“Ah, I see. Well that was nice of you. Plus I’m sure she’ll return the favor for you sometime.”

“Yeah, see, that would require someone actually asking me out first so…” you trailed off as you clutched your drink that you still had yet to try.

Yoongi fixed you with a quizzical look.

“You’re joking right? I cannot be the first person all summer to ask you to have a drink.”

“It’s true,” you confirmed, starting to feel your face heat up, “you’re my first.”

You hadn’t even realized the wording you had used until a smug expression took over Yoongi’s features.

“So I’m your first, huh?” he taunted, and you knew your cheeks must have been getting redder by the second.

“Shut up, you know what I meant.” you grumbled as you picked up your glass and brought it up to your mouth.

The pink haired man chuckled next to you, “Yeah, I do. You’re just fun to tease.”

You quickly took a drink to try to mask how flustered he was making you feel, and because you had actually never tried whiskey before, it immediately backfired and instead resulted in you having a coughing fit. Yoongi quickly set his glass back down before moving closer to you and gently rubbing a hand up and down your back to try and soothe you.

“Sweetheart, you should have told me you’ve never had whiskey before. It can have a hell of a kick, especially if you aren’t expecting it. Are you okay?”

“I..just...you always...drink it...like it’s nothing...and here I am...fighting for my fucking life.” you managed to get out in between your violent hacking before setting your own glass down next to his.

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the howl of laughter Yoongi let out, his whole body shaking with it.

“You are so dramatic. Baby, it doesn’t have an effect on me because I drink it all the time so I’m used to it.”

He was so close to you, you could feel his hair tickling your forehead and his breath warming your face. Yoongi was in all your senses. It was hard to breathe. Hard to think.

“Maybe it’s one of those things that tastes better the second time.” you mused, your voice low as you found your eyes wandering to Yoongi’s pretty pink lips.

You looked away a second too late, Yoongi catching you right in the act. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and you could immediately smell the whiskey on him. The intensity of his gaze pinned you in place, and you held your breath.

“Why don’t you come over here and find out.” Yoongi challenged, his voice low and raspy.

You might have been able to hold out, if he hadn’t given you his signature cocky smirk followed by him tonguing the inside of his cheek, his own line of sight focused on your mouth. It all happened so quickly. You gripped Yoongi’s shirt to pull him to you and kissed him hard. His response had been immediate, hands sliding up your thighs to dig into the bare flesh as his mouth moved hungrily against your own. He tasted like whiskey and like a summer’s worth of pent up emotions and tension, and all you wanted was more, more, more.

You opened your mouth further to let more of Yoongi in, and his tongue was quick to dive in and taste you greedily. You moaned into the kiss as you felt yourself growing dizzy from the way he was devouring you. Each graze of his teeth and swipe of his tongue had you whimpering and panting into his mouth. The two of you struggled to catch your breath when you finally broke apart for some air.

“Looks like I was right. I love the way whiskey tastes on you.”

Yoongi’s face broke out in your beloved gummy smile, and all you knew in that moment was that you needed to be kissing him again.

“I love the way you taste.” he voiced, his hands coming up to cradle your face.

Your lips met in a sweet kiss, but the moment you were swinging yourself over to straddle Yoongi’s lap, everything shifted. He bit down on your lip hard and your fingers worked to begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. Yoongi’s large hands groped at your ass and rocked you against him, his mouth starting to trail along your jaw and down to your neck. It suddenly became much more difficult to try to undress him with the way his lips were marking up your skin. Kissing, and sucking, and biting that made you feel like you were being consumed.

“Fuck Yoongi.” you moaned, and the next time he pulled your body forward you felt him, quickly growing hard underneath you.

He growled and nipped harshly against your throat, “Keep making those sounds for me sweetheart. Can’t get enough of them, fuck.”

“Yoongi.” you breathed out, causing the man beneath you to suddenly thrust up right against your panty clad clit.

You whined and started rocking yourself faster against him.

“Shit. Do you have any idea the hell you put me through this summer. Wanted you so bad from the moment I first saw you. I had to go golfing all the fucking time just to get my frustration out. And then I would look over and see you bent over cleaning a table and all I could think about was coming over there and fucking you until your knees gave out. You would look up and smile at me all cute and God, it was fucking torture baby.”

Yoongi’s confession was paired with more adoring kisses all over your neck and chest.

“Yoongi, how much do you like this shirt?”

He pulled back at your strange question to look at you.

“What?” he queried back, chuckling slightly.

“How much do you like this shirt?” you repeated as your hands smoothed over the part of his chest you had managed to expose.

“I mean, it’s not my favorite, and I do have it in like five other colors so-”

“Okay great.” you cut him off, proceeding to grab both sides of his shirt and pulling as hard as you possibly could until buttons were sent flying as it tore right down the middle.

You ignored Yoongi’s shocked expression and focused on pushing the material off his shoulders and down his arms to leave his chest bare.

“You think you’re the only one who’s had a rough summer?”

Your hands explored the newly exposed skin and Yoongi sighed under your touch.

“You think I wasn’t going crazy seeing you every day and your stupid tight little golf shorts. You think I didn’t think about you, and your body. How you would feel on top of me. Inside of me. Yoongi, it’s all I’ve thought about all summer.” you went on, replacing your hands with your lips and dragging them over his skin as you talked.

Yoongi hummed and you felt his dick brush against you again as his head fell back against the couch. You resumed rutting yourself against him and kissed your way back up to his face, both of your breathy little pants mixing together.

“Fuck. Nothing has ever felt this good with this many layers of clothes still on. You are going to be the death of me.” the pink haired man groaned as he matched you movement for movement.

“Oh yeah?” you purred, nipping along his jawline and following it up to his ear to pull it between your teeth.

“You gonna cum in your pants baby? Just from this?” you taunted in a sultry whisper as you sped up the motion of your hips.

Yoongi let out a snarl before you felt his hands moving to tightly grip your waist to keep you in place as each thrust knocked the breath out of you.

“I wouldn’t talk so big if I were you sweetheart. You’re practically soaking through your panties. That sweet little cunt is just dripping for me isn’t it?” Yoongi dished right back, the reappearance of his arrogant smirk nearly sending you over the edge.

Well...he did have you there.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum. God Yoongi, please don’t stop. You feel so good.” you begged him as you felt your high quickly approaching.

Yoongi reclaimed your mouth, the two of you making out messily as you continued to grind against each other. He sounded like he had to be getting close too, and you wanted nothing more than for him to cum with you. Yoongi seemed to have other plans though, one of his hands finding its way into your panties and making contact with your aching clit. He stopped thrusting up into you in favor of focusing all his attention on rubbing your swollen bud instead. You screamed into his mouth as your body practically convulsed on his lap.

“Yoongi wait!” you cried out, desperately trying to hold back your release.

“I don’t wanna cum unless it’s inside you. But, you’re gonna cum for me. Right now.” he commanded gruffly, and it was the last push you needed as you let go with a broken cry of his name.

“That’s it sweetheart. Doing so well for me.” Yoongi praised as he peppered kisses all over your face and hair.

When your body had finally relaxed again, a pout formed on your face, making the man underneath you laugh.

“Aw baby, what’s with the face?”

“I wanted you to cum too.” you mumbled grumpily, earning you a kiss on the nose from Yoongi.

“I know, and I will, but I want it to be inside you. You know, you’ve taken such good care of me all summer, and now I just wanna take care of you. Will you let me do that sweetheart?”

He was looking at you so fondly, big brown eyes filled with affection, and it made your chest explode with warmth. You couldn’t stop the smile that took over your face as you shyly nodded. Yoongi softly pressed his lips against your own as you felt his arms sliding up your back.

“Don’t worry baby, I am going to take such good care of you. Gonna make you feel so good.” he voiced as he carefully maneuvered you to lay on your back on the couch with him hovering over you.

“Got a question for you sweetheart.”

“Mmm, what’s that?” you questioned back.

His fingers toyed with the collar of your blouse as he flashed you a truly wicked grin, “How much do you like this shirt?”

“Fuck, Yoongi don’t-” you tried to warn him just as his large hands ripped the material like it was paper, the muscles in his arms flexing deliciously.

You were half pissed and half so fucking turned on.

“That was my uniform asshole.” you griped at him, even though your anger was fading with each passing second.

“I’ll pay for a new one, I promise. I just don’t like having things in my way.” Yoongi explained simply, and you barely had time to process him gripping your skirt and giving it the same treatment.

In one swift movement, your tattered uniform was being discarded to be placed on the floor as you stared at Yoongi, dumbfounded.

“I didn’t rip your pants.” you whined, and the pink haired man chuckled above you before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Sorry sweetheart, I don’t want anything hindering me when I taste that sweet cunt of yours.”

You let out a soft gasp, and Yoongi smirked down at you. His hands smoothed over your still covered breasts, and you found yourself arching up into his touch. He slipped one of his fingers under the strap of your bra and gently tugged so that it barely snapped back against your skin, a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Yoongi I swear, if you rip my bra or my underwear I will kill you.” you threatened him, your tone dead serious this time.

He pouted and sighed in defeat, “Alright fine, I’ll just take them off the boring way I guess.”

His eyes found yours, waiting to make sure you were still okay, and you nodded to let him know you were. His hands reached behind your back to unclasp your bra and slowly pull it away from your body before reaching for your panties to carefully pull them down your legs. You suddenly felt shy being laid bare for him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Baby, look at me.” Yoongi requested, his voice soft.

You reluctantly met his gaze, and the intensity in his eyes pierced right through you.

“You’re so beautiful, fuck.”

“God, please stop.” you groaned as you covered your face in embarrassment.

“But sweetheart, I mean it. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” he went on, pressing a kiss between your breasts and making you shiver.

Yoongi’s large hands covered your chest as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples, and you squirmed and whined underneath him.

“God, I love seeing you squirm for me.” he murmured before his mouth descended to wrap around one of your perked buds, “I could tease you for hours.”

You let out a moan, one of your hands reaching down to slip into his pretty pink locks. Yoongi hummed around your nipple, and the vibration made you arch into him further. He trapped your bud between his teeth and your nails scratched against his scalp in response. Yoongi growled, one of his hands roughly kneading your other breast. His mouth abandoned your nipple to instead decorate your breasts to match the marks on your neck. Yoongi was so rough, but you loved it. Couldn’t get enough of it. Enough of him.

His sinful mouth traveled lower and lower until he was positioned between your thighs. Yoongi took his time continuing to torture you, trailing his tongue, lips, and teeth all over your skin. You glanced down to see his face right in front of your dripping center, a chill running through you as he hungrily licked his lips.

“I’ve been starving for you all summer. Can’t wait to finally get a fucking taste.” Yoongi said, his voice husky and filled with lust.

He pulled your legs up and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place for him. You knew you were fucked as soon as you felt the first swipe of his tongue.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he moaned, “you taste so sweet.”

He was diving back in without hesitation, set on cleaning up the mess of your release from just a few minutes ago. Yoongi drank you in, the grunts, growls, and groans leaving his lips near primal.

“Holy fuck, your mouth is gonna be the death of me.” you cried, fingers twisting into his hair once again and tugging against the strands.

Yoongi tightened his grip on your thighs and yanked you down further onto his awaiting tongue that was fucking you with fervor. Your free hand was desperately gripping onto the arm of the couch behind you as you tried not to scream. All restraint and control was lost, however, the moment that Yoongi’s lips wrapped around your clit. You practically sobbed, your hand shooting out behind you with so much force that it collided with and knocked over the floor lamp next to the couch. You watched in horror as it went crashing to the floor, “Shit!”

Yoongi looked up momentarily to see what had made you so upset, his eyes following your line of sight to the now broken lamp.

“Oh my God! They’re probably gonna take that out of my paycheck.” you groaned, a feeling of dread beginning to course through your body.

You jumped at the feeling of Yoongi’s teeth on your thigh to draw your attention back to him.

“Fuck the lamp I’ll write a check tomorrow.” he growled before reattaching his lips to your aching bud and sucking with renewed vigor.

Your legs shook violently as you held onto him and the arm of the couch for dear life, the pleasure so overwhelming that it was making tears cascade down your cheeks. Yoongi suddenly plunged two of his long fingers inside you, and a scream was ripped from your throat.

“Fuuuuck, your cunt is practically sucking my fingers inside. You feel so good, shit, so tight. Can’t wait to fuck you open with my cock.”

“Please Yoongi!” you nearly shrieked, “Want your cock inside me so bad!”

“I know you do baby, and I’ll give it to you, I promise. Want you to cum on my tongue first though. Be a good girl and give it to me, I want it all.” Yoongi coaxed from between your legs, his fingers fucking into you faster and his tongue mercilessly laving over your clit.

You cried out as you continued to writhe under his ministrations, and you knew you would be ready to burst at any moment. You clenched impossibly tight around his digits, and Yoongi pulled them out of you just in time for you to release all over his face and tongue. He refused to let a single drop go to waste, and your body jerked in oversensitivity as you whimpered above him. Your chest was heaving by the time he finally surfaced from being buried in your cunt.

“Still with me sweetheart?” Yoongi asked sweetly as he brought a hand up to caress your cheek.

“Yeah, barely.” you breathed out, still feeling like you were floating on a cloud.

Yoongi flashed his gums at you, “I think eating you out might be my new favorite summer activity.”

You giggled at that, making his gummy grin grow.

“You’re still gonna fuck me right?” you piped up, Yoongi’s eyes going wide in response.

“Sure you can take it baby? I’m not gonna go easy on you. Not when I’ve been waiting all damn summer for this.”

“I’ve been waiting all summer too, remember? And I can take it.” you insisted stubbornly.

Yoongi shook his head and chuckled, “Alright sweetheart, if you’re sure.”

You nodded and reached down to dig in the pocket of your shredded skirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m like ninety-eight percent sure I have a condom in here.” you replied, your fingers finding the foil packet and pulling it out of the pocket.

Yoongi stood up from the couch, and you got to your feet beside him and held the packet out to him. The pink haired man raised a brow as he took it from you.

“So Miss No One Has Asked Me Out All Summer has been carrying a condom around in her pocket all this time? Just out of curiosity, who did you think you were gonna have sex with?” Yoongi pressed, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek.

You knew it was a bad idea, but the desire to fuck with him was just too strong.

“I don’t know, I mean, I thought your friend Taehyung was pretty cute.” you answered nonchalantly.

Yoongi stared you down, and you could feel the anger radiating off of him. You opened your mouth to speak again, but he beat you to it.

“Go stand over there. Bend over and put your hands on the wall. Don’t you dare move or say anything else. Just be a good girl and wait for me.” Yoongi instructed, his blatant dominance causing fresh arousal to slip down your thighs.

You swear you had never moved so fast in your life, your hands shaking in anticipation as they made contact with the wall. You heard the sound of the packet being ripped open followed by a zipper being pulled down, and it took everything in you not to turn around. The quiet shuffle of Yoongi sliding his pants and boxers down and the reality that he was standing behind you naked and you couldn’t see him was making you lose your mind. Your nails dug into the wall at the sound of his sigh as he slipped the condom over his length.

“Fuck you look so good standing there. Just bent over and ready for me to fuck you stupid. You’re making a mess all over yourself sweetheart, my poor messy baby.”

Yoongi was standing right behind you by the time he finished speaking, but you remained frozen in place. You felt his lips press against your shoulder blade and slide down your back, his hands moving to take hold of your hips.

“Tell me how bad you want this.” he whispered right next to your ear.

“Want you so bad Yoongi, please.” you pleaded, your voice coming out slightly muffled since your head was still hanging down.

One of Yoongi’s hands traveled to tangle into your hair and gave it a harsh tug to pull your head back.

“You’re gonna have to speak up sweetheart. Tell me how bad you want this.”

You whimpered and Yoongi pulled your hair tighter.

“Want you so bad Yoongi. Want your cock inside me, fucking me open. Please Yoongi, it’s all I’ve wanted all summer.” you begged, and it seemed to finally satisfy him.

“Good girl. You’re still gonna pay for that smart little Taehyung comment though.” was the last warning you got before you felt him pushing into you.

Your hands scratched against the wall, and the two of you moaned out in unison as he sank further between your walls.

“You’re taking me so well, shit. You feel so tight around me. So warm. Fuck sweetheart, it’s like heaven.” Yoongi grunted as he finally bottomed out.

You already felt breathless and he had barely started. You hissed as he slowly pulled back until only his tip was inside before pushing all the way back in and rocking your body forward.

“Yoongi, shit.” you swore as your hands curled into fists against the wall.

His other hand left your hair to return to your waist, his fingers flexing around your hips to make sure he had a tight grip before he began driving his cock into you with quick, harsh thrusts. A string of moans and incoherent nonsense left your mouth as you struggled to keep yourself from knocking into the wall with the force of Yoongi’s movements.

“Always knew you’d look gorgeous getting fucked dumb by my cock. Look at you, you’re barely holding yourself up.” Yoongi observed, slowing his thrusts for a moment to wrap an arm around your midsection and pull you up to be flush against his chest.

“You’re not going anywhere sweetheart, I’ve got you.” he assured you as he planted loving kisses along your jaw.

You reached one hand behind you to grab the back of his head and pull him to your lips. You felt his dick twitch inside you as soon as you kissed him, and Yoongi resumed his prior brutal pace as your tongues tangled sloppily. You jolted in his hold with each thrust. It was taking every single ounce of your energy just to chase his lips and tongue.

“Yoongi...not gonna last…” you panted into his mouth as your walls clenched around him.

“I’m getting close too baby, just hang on a little longer for me.”

Yoongi switched to long, deep thrusts where you could feel every inch of him dragging inside of you.

“God Yoongi…” you moaned, losing the ability to even keep kissing him.

Yoongi didn’t seem to mind though, his teeth were at your ear and sinking into your shoulder as he started to pick up speed again.

“Almost there sweetheart. Gonna let me cum inside of you?” he asked breathlessly.

“Please!” you cried as you felt your legs beginning to shake.

“Wanna feel you fall apart while I’m inside you. Want you to soak my cock, baby.” Yoongi said against your skin, his fingers strumming against your clit and making fresh tears slide down your face.

His other hand moved to wrap around your neck. He didn’t apply any pressure, but just the presence of it was dizzying.

“Yoongi, I can’t!” you sobbed as your cunt squeezed and spasmed around him, “I’m gonna cum!”

You felt him press his nose against your cheek, “It’s okay baby. Cum for me sweetheart. Cum for me now.”

You let go on Yoongi’s command with a drawn out cry of his name before your body practically went limp in his arms. He held you tightly against him, fucking you with stuttered thrusts as he repeatedly cursed under his breath.

“Shit, sweetheart. I’m right behind you.” he rasped out before you felt him filling up the condom and carefully pulling out of you.

You were shaking as Yoongi gently maneuvered you to sit on the floor against the wall before going to retrieve what was left of both of your clothes and discard the condom. He slipped his boxers and pants back on, and then helped you redress in your bra and panties. You were still pretty wobbly when Yoongi helped you to your feet, so he opted for lifting you into his arms instead and wrapping what was left of his blue button up around you to cover you up. You clung to him and buried your face in his neck, inhaling his scent as Yoongi grabbed your torn uniform from the floor. He let out a long sigh, “I’ll come back and clean all of this up tomorrow. Tell your boss some drunk idiot was in here last night and broke the lamp.”

Even though you couldn’t see him, you could still hear the smile in his voice. You laughed against his skin, and Yoongi held you tighter against him.

“Hey sweetheart?”

“Hmm?”

“How would you feel about staying with me tonight? Just so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you’re okay? Or do you want me to take you back to your place?”

“I wanna stay with you.” you answered without hesitation, yawning at the end and Yoongi chuckled.

“You got it sweetheart.” he said softly before pressing a kiss into your hair.

Yoongi tried to give up his bed to you and insisted on sleeping on the couch, but of course you weren’t having it. He knew better than to argue with you when you were this tired, not to mention stubborn, so he gave you one of his clean button ups to wear to sleep in before joining you in his huge bed. You curled against his side and laid your head on his chest, feeling sleep threatening to pull you under. Yoongi smiled down at you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Hey Yoongi?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Next time you feel like “golfing”, you should just come find me instead.” you answered, bursting into a giggling fit at the end.

“He probably didn’t want to see Y/N again after she rejected him.” Yoongi suddenly spoke up, raising an eyebrow at you as he did so.

You practically choked on your drink at his words. You could feel all of their eyes on you now. You set your glass back down on the bar as you composed yourself.

“Okay first of all, that was ten years ago, I doubt Taehyung even remembers or cares about any of it. Second of all, I did not reject him okay? He asked me to senior prom cause he felt bad that I didn’t have a date and someone had already asked Seokjin, and I told him no because I didn’t want a pity date. There was no rejection, and there’s no way something as insignificant as that has anything to do with him not coming tonight.” you insisted, determined to set the record straight.

“That’s not why he asked you to prom.”

Jungkook had said it under his breath, but you still heard him.

Jimin was quick to give the man a look of warning, “Jungkook, don’t.”

“Kook,” you started, ignoring Jimin, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“Taehyung didn’t ask you out of pity.” he answered, and you just stared at him in confusion.

“What are you…” your voice tapered off as you struggled to make sense of Jungkook’s statement.

“Jesus Y/N, ten years later and you still never pieced it together. You’re just as oblivious as you were back in high school.” Joon chimed in from beside you as he chuckled slightly.

“Look, I don’t have a single clue what the fuck any of you are talking about so will someone please just tell me? Why else would he have asked me to prom if it wasn’t because he felt sorry for me?” you questioned, still feeling genuinely clueless.

“Because he was in love with you!” Jimin suddenly blurted out.

Everyone seemed surprised by his outburst, including Jimin himself. No one was caught more off guard than you though.

“Sorry, I just. You really were and still are so blind, Y/N.” Jimin groaned before taking a swig of his drink.

It was your turn to surprise everyone when your response was to burst into laughter.

“Uh Y/N, why are you laughing?” Jungkook asked hesitantly.

“Because it’s ridiculous! Come on guys, get real. Taehyung was not in love with me.”

You waited for them to reveal the joke and join in with you, but all four of them just frowned at you. Your laughter died off as the confusion took over yet again.

“Wait. So he really…” you couldn’t even bring yourself to form the words, to say them aloud.

“Yep, he loved you. But you were always too hung up on Seokjin to ever take notice.” Yoongi voiced, his words producing an ache in your chest.

If there was one thing you had always been able to count on from Yoongi, it was for him to be blunt with you, even now it seemed.

“Why…why didn’t he ever tell me?”

Jungkook let out a sigh next to you, “For the same reason you never confessed to Seokjin. He was scared. You two really were perfect for each other.”

The pain in your chest only grew as the realization washed over you. Of course you had loved Taehyung, he had been one of your best friends. But you had never thought to even see him like that. The guys had been right about one thing though, you definitely would’ve been too wrapped up in your infatuation for Seokjin to have ever noticed Taehyung’s feelings. Your eyes drifted across the ballroom once more. The crowd of people had finally started to clear, and Seokjin was practically alone, at least for the moment. You knew you needed to talk to Taehyung about everything, but right now he wasn’t here. It was almost like the four men could tell what you were thinking because Jimin spoke up again, “Really? After all that it’s still all about him?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but someone cut you off.

“Let her be Jimin. Taehyung isn’t even here, and that’s on him. He’ll have no one but himself to blame if he lets the opportunity go by again.”

All of you turned to stare at Yoongi in shock. There was that brutal honesty again.

“Yoongi’s right,” Namjoon agreed after a moment, “this isn’t high school. If Taehyung wanted to tell her how he felt, then he should’ve came tonight. Y/N has waited ten years for this moment, and we shouldn’t try to take that away from her. She was our friend too, remember?”

It amazed you that even after all these years, Namjoon still maintained his leadership position, including the ability to diffuse any situation. You gave him a soft smile, “Thanks Joon.”

“Good luck Y/N, I hope it works out for you.” Jungkook said as he gave your shoulder a squeeze of encouragement.

“Thank you, Kook.”

“Tae’s gonna wish his ass had just showed up after Jimin and I get done egging his house.” he added, flashing you a wink.

You giggled at that before quickly finishing off your drink and slamming it down on the bar for dramatic effect.

“I know you’re excited, but please don’t break my shit.” Yoongi scolded you, but his tone was teasing.

“Right, sorry about that, Yoon. Okay, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna do it.” you stated as you carefully got to your feet and began straightening out your dress.

You began striding forward, and only made it a couple of steps before you were turning back around to face the four men.

“I-If it doesn’t go well… W-Will you guys keep me company for a little bit longer?” you stuttered out, your cheeks already feeling hot.

Jimin leaned forward on his stool, his gaze challenging.

“Will you come with us to egg Tae’s house if we do?”

Guess you should’ve known better. After all, you had always gotten into the most trouble with Jimin and Jungkook back in your school days.

“That depends.”

“On?” Jungkook pressed, leaning forward as well.

You shrugged, “How drunk I get.”

You could feel your heartbeat quickening with every step towards the man who had been occupying your mind all night. It looked like he was just finishing up talking to one of your old classmates, so it really was now or never. Wait. What the fuck were you even going to say to him? “Hi Seokjin! I know we haven’t seen each other in ten years, but I love you and I just thought you should know”? Oh my God, this was insane. You were insane. You-

“Oh my God Y/N, is that you?”

The time it had taken you to begin overthinking everything had given Seokjin the opportunity to finally take notice of your presence. You had been waiting ten years for this moment. No way in hell were you going to fuck it up now. Now or never.

“Seokjin, hey! It’s so good to see you!” you greeted him, and the grin that broke out across his features had your heart ready to burst out of your chest.

He was pulling you into a hug before you could process it, and you just let yourself melt into the warmth of his embrace.

“It’s good to see you too! Shit, I can’t believe it’s really been ten years already.” he said once he had released you.

You laughed, “What I can’t believe is that you still look the same. How the hell is that possible?”

Seokjin chuckled at that, his ears starting to go red the way they always had whenever there was too much attention on him. You had always found the reaction so endearing, even now.

“God, I really hope I don’t still look like a high school boy. That’s not what you’re trying to say I hope.” he retorted, pretending to take offense.

You shook your head and were just about to tell him your meaning was that he was still just as handsome, when a woman you didn’t recognize was suddenly approaching the two of you. You visibly tensed when her manicured fingers wrapped around one of Seokjin’s arms, and he immediately looked down at her.

“You about ready to go babe?” she asked him, and you had to consciously stop yourself from letting your jaw drop.

Babe? Wait a fucking minute. You saw the way Seokjin was looking at her with so much affection in his eyes at the same moment that you noticed the ring adorning her finger that was still wrapped around his arm. The matching band on Seokjin’s hand that seemed so obvious now was the final nail in the coffin of your dashed hopes.

Mentally, you had already checked out of the conversation, but physically you had to stand there while Seokjin introduced his wife to you. She was sweet, and beautiful, and you were happy for him of course, but at the same time, this really fucking sucked. You felt like such an idiot, and all you could do was stare helplessly as the two walked off with their arms around each other after saying goodbye to you. And of course Seokjin just had to tell you again how good it was to see you because that’s just who he was.

You spared a few more seconds of watching someone else leave with your broad shouldered prince before you were trudging back to the bar, more than ready to drown your sorrows.

“Might as well just leave the bottle, Yoon. Looks like I’ll be helping you idiots egg Tae’s house tonight after all.” you said as you slumped back down on your stool from earlier.

But the familiar head of blonde hair was nowhere to be seen behind the bar. In fact, you didn’t see any of the guys anywhere. What the fuck. Had they seriously just left you here all alone. You were literally seconds away from reaching your breaking point and crying in public at your own high school reunion when, “You’re gonna egg my house? How very high school of you, Y/N.”

You froze before slowly swiveling around on your stool to face the source of the voice. No. Fucking. Way.

“Taehyung?!” you exclaimed in shock.

He just leaned one of his arms on the bar next to you as he surveyed you.

“Speaking of high school,” he went on as your brain was still trying to process the fact that he was actually here, “you still hung up on Seokjin huh?”

“Taehyung, what are you doing here? The guys told me you weren’t even coming tonight.” you pressed, ignoring his question as you continued gaping at him.

“Yeah well, I kinda had some unfinished business I needed to take care of.” was the only explanation he offered, his eyes giving you a knowing look.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the combination of his words and the way he was looking at you. The initial shock was definitely still there, but now it was accompanied by the realization that the incredibly handsome man standing in front of you was really Taehyung. Your Taehyung. The once mischievous boy with a boxy grin and puffy cheeks. Now the striking man towering over you with chiseled features and eyes that felt like they pierced straight through you.

“It’s so weird to see you all grown up, Tae.” you mused aloud without thinking.

He chuckled at that and your embarrassment only grew.

“Not sure if you mean that as a compliment or not.”

You were rushing to reassure him as you got to your feet, “N-No I definitely meant it as a compliment! You look good, Tae. Really good.”

He really was a vision in his pristine white suit over a floral button up, a daisy pendant adorning his neck and a matching earring dangling from one of his ears. His hair had grown out and was now a charcoal color. It had an almost wet look to it and it was parted to expose his forehead. He looked really…sexy and it was throwing you for a fucking loop.

“Well thank you. You look beautiful by the way.” he said back as his eyes scanned your body from head to toe.

You suddenly felt shy under the intensity of his gaze, and you shifted nervously back and forth on your feet. Taehyung immediately took notice of this, much to your dismay.

“Hey, Y/N, I know it’s been ten years, but it’s still me. You don’t have to be so nervous.” he voiced softly, giving you a small smile that instantly helped to calm some of your nerves.

“Sorry, it’s just, you’re kinda intimidating all grown up, Kim.” you admitted as you gave him another once over.

Before you could give it a second thought, one of your hands reached out to poke his cheek. Taehyung laughed at your strange action, “What are you doing?”

You pouted at him, and his expression only grew more confused.

“Your bread cheeks are gone.” you answered finally, causing Taehyung to laugh again, really laugh this time.

The sound was so familiar and comforting to you, and you joined in after a few moments. It was almost easy to forget that you had been missing from each other’s lives for the past ten years. You really had missed him so much.

“Not completely,” Taehyung interjected in between his laughter, “they still come back whenever I eat a lot.”

His famous boxy grin appeared at the end of his statement, and you realized he was right. It was still him. Still your Taehyung.

“It’s really really good to see you, Tae. I’m glad you changed your mind and decided to come tonight. It didn’t feel the same without you.” you told him, hoping you were able to convey the sincerity of your words.

“Thank you Y/N, it means a lot to hear you say that.”

His eyes were soft as he smiled sweetly at you. Just then a slow song started resonating around the expanse of the ballroom. And it wasn’t just any slow song. Your mind was transported back to senior prom and sulking at a table alone while you watched Kim Seokjin dance with his date across the room. Taehyung had actually shown up right at that moment to comment on how miserable you had looked as he sat down next to you. He had done his best to cheer you up and make you laugh, just like he had always done. He really had always been there when you’d needed him, and you had just been too blind to see the incredible man who had never left your side. You were definitely looking now though, and regretting all the time you had wasted back when you were a lovesick teenager.

Question was, for the second time tonight, were you just too late? Overthinking had literally gotten you nowhere tonight. You opened your mouth and were surprised to hear both you and Taehyung trying to speak at the same time.

“Hey isn’t this song-”

“Do you wanna dance?”

You had managed to get your question out just a little bit quicker, causing Taehyung to stop talking mid sentence as he paused to gape at you for a moment with wide eyes.

“Did..did you just ask me to dance?” he asked, seeming to need clarification.

You let out a sigh, “Look Tae, I fucked up back in high school. I mean really fucked up. And I’m not talking about with Seokjin.”

“Wait, you mean…” he trailed off as he processed your words.

“Ugh dammit. Those idiots told you didn’t they?” Taehyung groaned before bringing a hand up to his face.

His eyes were scanning the room until he seemed to find whatever he was looking for, and then he was glaring hard. You followed his fiery gaze and found where the rest of the boys had disappeared to, the four of them crowded around Hoseok’s dj booth and watching you and Taehyung intently. Jungkook gave a shy wave, and Jimin shot him a look that immediately had his hand returning back to his side. You joined Taehyung in glowering at them. They seemed mostly unfazed, except for Jungkook who was now looking around everywhere but at the two of you.

“Look you two! I will play this song on loop all fucking night if I have to!” Hoseok was shouting from across the ballroom, directing everyone’s attention to the two of you standing by the bar.

You both knew it wasn’t an empty threat either. He would really do it.

“I’m going to kill them.” Taehyung growled out.

You waited for him to walk off in a fury, but instead he reached out and took one of your hands and began pulling you away from the bar.

“Tae wha-”

“After we dance.”

He might have still been slightly seething, but you just grinned like an idiot as he led you out onto the dance floor. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sour look on Taehyung’s face as he intertwined your hand with his that he had been holding before placing his other hand on your waist. Your hand found purchase on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze to get him to look at you.

“Is this how I looked on prom night? Cause damn I gotta say, it’s not a cute look.” you teased, and Taehyung’s expression immediately softened as he chuckled.

“You were pretty miserable that night. I hated seeing you like that.” he said, his voice quiet as the two of you started to sway to the music.

“You were so sweet for coming to sit with me and trying to cheer me up. That’s one of the only happy memories I have from that night I think.” you admitted to him, and your heart warmed at the way his face flushed slightly.

“I remember all I wanted was to work up the courage to ask you to dance before the song ended.” Taehyung recalled, laughing slightly.

“Why didn’t you?” you inquired as you leaned in slightly closer to him.

“Well you already rejected me once. I didn’t think I could take another one.” his tone was playful and light despite the heavy nature of his words.

It made your heart constrict, and you groaned before closing the distance and leaning your head against his shoulder, “God, Tae. I know it was a long time ago, but for what it’s worth I really am sorry.”

His body tensed for a split second before you felt him relax, leaning his head against your own as he continued to move the two of you to the beat.

“It’s okay Y/N, really. You don’t need to apologize to me.” he insisted, his honey voice soothing you, but only for a moment.

You pulled back to look at him, a frown prominent on your features.

“I do though. I hate that I hurt you, Tae. You were my best friend and I loved you so much. I’m sorry that it’s ten years too late, but I hope you can forgive me anyway.”

You hadn’t realized just how close to tears you were until you had finished speaking. This night had been an emotional roller coaster though, so could anyone really blame you for feeling a little overwhelmed. Taehyung looked back at you with a somewhat pained expression.

“Y/N, come here.” he beckoned sweetly as he began pulling your body back into his.

He let both of his arms wrap around your waist and you did the same to him, your head resuming its place on his shoulder.

“Look, I appreciate you apologizing. I do, but I don’t want you to get this upset and worked up over it. I never had the guts to tell you how I felt, and that is entirely on me. I didn’t come here tonight expecting an apology, or to make you feel bad about shit from ten years ago.”

Taehyung spoke right next to your ear as his arms held you tightly against him. You couldn’t help but notice the way his broad frame completely enveloped you, making you feel so small and fragile in comparison.

“Tae?” you piped up, your voice slightly muffled by his shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“I’m really glad we got to have our dance. Even if it wasn’t at prom. I hope it was worth the wait.” you expressed, smiling against him with each word.

Taehyung hummed, “I’m glad too. And for me, you’ve always been worth the wait.” he whispered before pressing a gentle kiss to your hair.

His words and actions had caught you completely off guard, and so did the goosebumps that were now rising all over your skin. This night had gone anything but the way you had wanted, but even still…it had led to this. To Taehyung. And a warmth that was beginning to bloom in your chest and spread throughout your entire body.

“Tae.” you said again, phrasing it more as a statement than a question this time.

You drew back to meet his eyes once more, his chestnut irises seeming to hold a question in them as he stared back at you. A thought crossed your mind, and before you even knew what was compelling you, you were pushing up on your toes to press your lips against his. You were pulling away just as quickly as you watched for his reaction. Taehyung stared at you incredulously, his eyes wide and a soft, barely audible, “fuck”, escaping from his mouth.

The panic immediately set in, convinced that you had completely misread the entire situation. Cause feeling like a total idiot once this night just hadn’t been enough apparently. You let your hands drop from around Taehyung’s waist before quickly beginning to backtrack, “I-I’m so sorry, Taehyung. I don’t know w-what I was thinking, that was so stupid of me. God, this night is a disaster. I’m a disaster. I should just g-”

You had been too busy spiraling in your embarrassment to even notice one of Taehyung’s hands moving up to grab the back of your head, and then he was cutting you off by lunging down to crash his lips against yours. Only this time, when he kissed you, the world was knocked out from underneath your feet.

Your hands curled against his chest as you kissed him back. Taehyung’s hand tangled further into your hair, using his other hand to pull you back against him. Your mouths melded together, passionate and hungry. Taehyung’s tongue teased against your lips, and you were quick to open your mouth further to invite him in. He was greedy as he explored the expanse of your mouth and made sure not to leave any corner untouched. You moaned as you let him take whatever he wanted and sank further into him. Taehyung groaned into your mouth, his hand on your waist trailing down to cup your ass.

Your hands gripped the lapels of his suit tightly, his kisses starting to make you feel lightheaded but in the best way. You let out a whine when he bit down on your bottom lip before dragging it out as he pulled away. Your foreheads rested against each other as you both tried to calm your breathing.

“You…have no idea how long I have been waiting… to kiss you like that.” Taehyung breathed out, the husky edge in his voice sending a wave of heat through you.

You giggled like a smitten school girl, “Well I promise, you don’t have to wait anymore.”

His face lit up with his boxy smile, and you wanted nothing more than to be kissing him again. Taehyung seemed to have the same idea as he angled his head to lean in again, but then you were both suddenly reminded of where you were at the current moment.

“Gross. Nobody came here to watch you two suck face on the dance floor.”

You and Taehyung both turned to the side to see Jimin standing there, a grin on his face despite trying to appear annoyed.

“Yeah, get a room you two.” Jungkook quipped from beside him, his face also giving away how he really felt.

“Well, we are already at a hotel…” you pointed out as you gave Taehyung a devilish smirk, your boldness taking him and the other two men by surprise.

“Y/N, what are you?” was all Taehyung managed to get out in his current flustered state.

“What do you say, Tae? In the spirit of recreating prom night?” you proposed, ignoring Jimin and Jungkook as you used your grip on his suit to tug him closer.

Taehyung swallowed before grabbing one of your hands to intertwine it with his and casting a glance at his friends, “Enjoy the rest of your night boys, and don’t you dare even think about egging my house.”

You knew that would only spur those two on more, and you didn’t miss the look they exchanged as Taehyung began leading you away by the hand. Neither you or Taehyung were too concerned about it though as your literal white knight pulled you along out of the ballroom, his steps so hurried and excited, you were worried he might actually trip. You laughed as you urged him to slow down, having a difficult time keeping up in your heels. His cheeks tinted pink at being called out on his eagerness before he was consciously slowing his pace.

“That excited about getting laid huh?” you teased as you raised an eyebrow at him, and the pink flush on his face was quickly shifting to a deep red.

He recovered from the embarrassment just as fast though.

“I’m just excited to get to be with you.” he replied, bringing your intertwined hands up to his face to press a kiss against your skin.

Now you were the one who was blushing while Taehyung smirked at you, the two of you not even noticing that you had made it to the check in counter. After a brief argument that you won about who would be paying for the room, the two of you were on your way to your accommodation for the night. You both clumsily kicked off your shoes as you stepped into the room, one of Taehyung’s hands fumbling around for the light switch. The second the door clicked shut you were both practically throwing yourselves at each other, a chaotic collision of lips and limbs.

Whatever spark had been ignited between the two of you tonight was now threatening to devour both of you whole. In the next moment, Taehyung had you pinned against the back of the door while you began pulling his suit jacket down his arms. He helped you by shrugging out of it as his lips left your mouth to begin trailing along your jawline. You hummed in content, one of your hands moving to wind into his midnight tresses to hold him closer to you.

“God love, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” Taehyung murmured as his mouth dragged over the skin of your neck, “When I walked in tonight and saw you…it was like seeing you on prom night all over again. Took my damn breath away.”

“Tae.” you sighed out, and he sucked against your pulse point in response.

“Fuck. I love hearing you say my name. I always did.” he said softly, your heart warming at the confession.

You moaned as he resumed his actions of marking up your neck, his fingers digging into your hips through the fabric of your dress. He pressed his body further into yours, and you could immediately feel how hard he was already. You tested grinding your hips against his own and Taehyung grunted against your neck before nipping at your skin. When he spoke again it was right next to your ear, his tone low, “Careful love, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You were quick to rise to the challenge, moving against him once more.

“You know Kim, you really can’t expect me to behave with you looking as sexy as you do right now.” you voiced, trying to make your voice sound as sultry as possible.

Taehyung groaned as his hands squeezed around your waist before he was pulling back to look at you. Your eyes were instantly drawn to his mouth, and you ran your thumb over his bottom lip, a giggle slipping out before you could stop it. Taehyung seemed confused to say the least as you continued laughing.

“What?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry it’s just, you have my lipstick all over your face. I actually think you pull it off better than I do.” you teased as your thumb wiped the corner of his mouth again.

Only this time Taehyung was actually anticipating your actions, his teeth catching your digit instead. He gently bit down as he held your gaze, and a whine escaped you.

“I’d love to have it all over something else.”

His words went straight to your core as heat rushed to your face. You let out a moan before colliding your lips against his in a heated kiss, your hands going to his shirt to begin undoing it. You could feel Taehyung smirking against your mouth, and everything about him was driving you crazy.

Your hands felt him up greedily once you finally had his torso completely exposed. His chest was all defined muscle that led down to his soft stomach. Taehyung hummed against you as you ran your hands all over him. You began kissing along his jaw before traveling down to his neck. His breathing hitched slightly as you ran your teeth and tongue over his skin.

When you reached his collarbones, you took a moment to press soft, adoring kisses all over them, Taehyung letting out breathy little sighs in response.

“You really have the prettiest collarbones, Tae. I remember always thinking that, even back when we were teenagers. They’re gorgeous.” you praised as you scraped your teeth against them, running your tongue over the same spot immediately after.

You felt Taehyung shudder as you began kissing further down his chest.

“I never realized you noticed things like that back then.”

At his words, you were rising back up to his face.

“Just because I was caught up in my feelings for Seokjin, doesn’t mean you were completely invisible to me. I’ve always thought you were such a beautiful person, Tae. Always. Your kind heart and your selflessness. You’ve always cared so deeply, and that was something I always loved about you.”

He gave you the cutest little shy smile, and your heart melted at the sight.

“Plus, I’ve always been a sucker for your cute little bread cheeks.” you went on before pressing a kiss to each of his cheeks.

You wanted to make sure he knew that this night with him did mean something to you, even if it wasn’t on the same level as what it meant to him. You still loved Taehyung and he was precious to you. So precious.

“And your pretty little moles.” you added, bringing your lips to the one under his eye and your personal favorite, the one on his nose.

Taehyung groaned, “Fuck love, you have no idea what that’s doing to me.”

You laughed at that before pecking his lips. He let out a hiss when one of your hands suddenly snaked down to palm him over his white dress slacks.

“I think I might have a slight idea.” you quipped before gripping him a little harder, your mouth still hovering over his.

He jerked against your hand, and you flashed Taehyung a wicked grin before flipping the two of you around and pushing him against the door. You sank to your knees in front of him a moment later, and he let out a soft gasp above you.

“Y/N listen, what I said earlier, that was just in the heat of the moment. I don’t want you to feel obligated or pressured to do anything.” he made sure to assure you, using his finger to tilt your chin up to look at him.

You slowly rose back to your feet before lacing your arms around Taehyung’s neck and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. He hummed as his lips moved gently against your own. You pulled back a moment later, “I appreciate your concern, Tae, but I’m not doing this out of obligation or because I feel pressured. I want to do it. I want to make you feel good.”

“Are you sure, love?” he tried one more time, biting his lip nervously.

You just nodded and smiled at him, his body finally seeming to visibly relax a little.

“I want to make it up to you, baby,” you said as your hands went to slide down the zipper on the back of your dress, the material slipping from your body and pooling down by your feet, “Will you please let me?”

Taehyung’s eyes grew darker as he drank in the sight of you in your wine colored lingerie that you had chosen to match your dress.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” he swore under his breath, and you smirked at him before positioning yourself back on your knees.

You wasted no more time as you tugged down his slacks and boxers to leave him bare before you. A small gasp escaped you, and you felt your eyes going wide. Taehyung was huge. Your mouth was already starting to water at the thought of sucking him off. The man above you hissed as soon as you wrapped your hand around him, giving him a few testing strokes. You decided to tease him further as you ran your tongue along the underside of his length, Taehyung’s head hitting the back of the door at your actions. You let out a chuckle before finally beginning to take him into your mouth slowly.

“Holy shit, love. Your mouth feels like heaven.” Taehyung groaned as he glanced down at you.

You looked up at him, sinking further down on his cock and causing him to let out another string of curses at the sight. You kept going until you felt him reach the back of your throat, his size making it difficult for you to take all of him. The moan Taehyung let out above you renewed your motivation as you pushed even further despite already starting to gag around him.

“You’re so filthy. Fuck.” he panted out, his head falling back against the door once more.

The view you had of him right now was such a turn on. The muscles in his neck were strained as his eyes fluttered and his teeth sank into the plushness of his bottom lip. You moaned around him before you began to move up and down his length, setting a steady pace.

“Love having your mouth wrapped around my cock. You’re so good for me, love, shit.”

You preened under his praise as you began doubling your efforts in blowing him. One of Taehyung’s hands hesitantly wound its way into your hair, carefully gripping a handful of it. You reached out and dug your hands into the flesh of his thighs, Taehyung giving your hair a tug in response. You pulled off of him for a moment to catch your breath.

“Y/N, we don’t have to keep going. I don’t want to hurt you.”

It really was sweet how much he worried about you, even if you did have other plans in mind.

“Tae, can you do me a favor?”

“Anything, love.”

“Stop holding back.” was your simple request, your tone firm.

You watched the surprise pass over Taehyung’s features as he registered what you had just said to him.

“What do you mean? I’m not.” he pressed, but the hesitance in his voice gave him away.

You frowned at him before beginning to place kisses along one of his thighs, Taehyung’s muscles immediately tensing underneath your mouth.

“There’s something I need you to understand, so listen to me carefully.” you instructed, continuing grazing your lips against his caramel skin as one of your hands came up to wrap back around his cock.

Taehyung groaned as you started pumping him slowly, waiting for you to continue.

“Tonight, Taehyung, I’m yours,” you went on as your hand began working him faster, “and I want you to use me.”

Something must have finally snapped in him because the next thing you knew, you were being hauled back up to your feet and Taehyung was colliding your mouths in a filthy kiss. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, and you whimpered against him.

“You’re all fucking mine.” Taehyung growled out when he pulled back, his fingers gripping your chin to hold you in place.

His eyes blazed with lust as they bored into yours, and you could feel your panties starting to stick to you with how wet he was making you. You didn’t think you were going to have to worry about him holding back anymore. He looked ready to devour you, and every cell in your body ignited in excitement.

“Now,” Taehyung began as his thumb swiped across your lower lip, “back on your knees for me, love. Let’s see how much more that lipstick of yours can take.”

The devious smirk he gave you paired with his words had you immediately sinking back down to your knees. Taehyung’s hand twisted its way into your hair again, this time using his hold to pull your face back towards his cock. You let your mouth drop open, and Taehyung swore above you before pushing his length past your lips. He guided you by your hair to sink down onto him, and it wasn’t long before you could feel him hit the back of your throat once again. His grip on your hair tightened, and he pulled out before harshly thrusting back into your mouth. You swallowed and gagged around him as he drove his cock to the back of your throat again and again.

“Just like that, love. Fuck. Look so pretty with your mouth full.” Taehyung praised, his hips never stuttering in their brutal pace.

You moaned, feeling tears start to slip down your cheeks.

“I’m getting close, love. God, I could watch you choke on me all night. So fucking beautiful.” he panted out as his movements grew more erratic.

His free hand reached down to wipe some of the tears from your face, and you blinked up at him.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he hissed before you felt him twitch inside your mouth, followed by stripes of cum hitting the back of your throat.

The man looked so pretty when he came, and you did your best to commit the image of his face twisted in pleasure to memory. You made sure to swallow down every drop he gave you as Taehyung carefully pulled his cock from your mouth. You both took a moment to catch your breath before Taehyung was gripping your chin once again as he stared down at you. You guessed what he wanted and opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue.

“Fuck. Good girl.”

You hummed at his approval, your head still feeling slightly fuzzy. Taehyung took both of your hands to pull you up to your feet to stand in front of him, one of his hands wrapping around your waist to steady you.

“Y/N, you still with me, love?”

You met his eyes and they looked much softer now. You nodded and gave him what was probably a dopey smile. He still didn’t seem fully convinced yet though, “You sure you wanna keep going?”

Your chest warmed at his concern and need to check in with you after you had practically begged him to stop being so careful with you. You watched as his slightly worried eyes scanned your face, and you pressed yourself closer to him.

“Please, Tae.” you whispered against his skin.

Taehyung chuckled before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Alright, love.”

He reached for both of your hands before beginning to pull you over towards the king sized bed in the center of the room. Taehyung took a seat on the edge of the bed, still keeping your hands clasped in his.

“Come here.” he beckoned softly, pulling you down to straddle one of his thighs.

Your lips met in a sweet kiss as Taehyung’s hands wound behind your back. He hesitantly began fiddling with the clasp of your bra, and you reached behind you to help him undo the garment before sliding it down off your shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. He groaned into your mouth, his large hands coming around to cover your bare breasts. You arched into Taehyung’s touch as he fondled you and rolled your nipples between his fingers. You could feel him smirking against your mouth, swallowing all the whines trying to escape you.

“I want you to do something for me, love.” he breathed out, his hands never letting up as they continued to grope and knead your breasts.

“Anything, Tae.” you said, mirroring his response to you from earlier.

“Hearing you say that…fuck.” he moaned before twisting your nipples slightly, causing you to cry out.

Every touch was overwhelming and he had barely done anything to you yet.

“You’re so sensitive for me, love. I fucking adore that.”

You started squirming on Taehyung’s thigh and the sensation was foreign, but the stimulation to your aching core was more than welcome. A loud moan slipped out before you could stop it, and you watched Taehyung’s eyes blow out yet again.

“That reminds me. What I want,” he started before he was suddenly flexing his thigh against you, and you had to grab onto him to keep yourself from toppling over, “is for you to make a mess all over my thigh.”

You were still trying to adjust to the new sensation as Taehyung’s hands trailed down to dig into your hips and encouraged you to grind against him. You began moving your hips, slowly at first, every drag of your still covered clit over his bare skin making you sigh out in pleasure.

“You feel so good against me like this, love, shit. Your messy little cunt is just dripping all over me. Fuck.” Taehyung growled as he started moving your hips faster against his thigh.

You reached out to grip onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady as you continued to rut against him.

“Fuck, Tae. This feels so good.” you sighed out, letting your head fall back.

“Wish you could see yourself right now, love. You look so gorgeous, all fucked out and grinding your needy cunt all over my thigh. So fucking perfect.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but let out a gasp instead when you suddenly felt Taehyung’s lips wrap around your nipple. His tongue laved over your bud while one of his hands came up to squeeze at your other breast. You whined as your hips slowed to a stop against Taehyung’s thigh, all the different sources of pleasure starting to feel overwhelming. He pulled off your chest and you looked down at him, his deadly gaze sending a shiver through you.

“Did I tell you to stop?” he asked, his voice low.

You gulped and shook your head. Taehyung let out a dark chuckle before flexing his thigh directly against your clit, “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

You cried out, your head falling forward onto his shoulder. Taehyung was pulling you back hard by your hair a moment later as his nearly black irises stared you down.

“If I were you, love,” he started, the hand in your hair trailing down to wrap around your neck as his thumb rubbed back and forth over your skin, “I would be a good girl, and keep fucking yourself against my thigh.”

The dominance he exuded made it nearly impossible not to submit to him, your hips beginning to move against him once more. Taehyung gave you a satisfied smirk before his warm mouth was descending on your chest yet again, his hands going back to your waist. This time he focused on imprinting your flesh with each drag of his lips, tongue, and teeth. Breathy little moans escaped you as you felt your first orgasm beginning to approach.

“Faster.” Taehyung ordered, his hands squeezing your hips.

You increased your pace slightly, the small change enough to make your release feel even closer.

“Faster.”

You did as told, and Taehyung moaned around your nipple as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“Tae, fuck, I’m close.”

“Faster.” was the only response he gave, his mouth sucking at your chest hungrily.

“Tae,” you whimpered, “I don’t think I can. It’s too much.”

You felt his fingers dig into your waist hard enough to bruise.

“I said faster.” he practically snarled against your breast as he used his hold on you to accelerate your movements against his thigh.

“Shit.” you cursed as you dug your nails in further, Taehyung growling in response.

He had complete control of your hips now as he roughly made you rut against him. Your moans were increasing in pitch, and you knew you would be ready to snap any minute now.

“Taehyung. Fuck I’m gonna-”

You didn’t even get to finish warning him because he pulled your nipple between his teeth and tugged, and you came with another cry of his name. Your head fell forward again as your legs continued to shake around him. Taehyung finally helped you slow down the movement of your hips and rubbed soothing circles into your skin as you rode out your orgasm. He pressed soft little butterfly kisses all over your chest and shoulders while he waited for you to come back down to Earth.

“Holy shit Tae…that was amazing.” you managed to get out once your voice had finally returned to you, giggling slightly in your post orgasm haze.

Taehyung hummed as he smoothed some of the hair away from your face and smiled warmly at you, “Mmm, did so well for me, love.”

He leaned forward to press a kiss against your nose, and you felt your face scrunch up in response. His lips left a trail along your jaw up to your ear, tickling your skin and causing more giggles to escape you. You were so lost in the blissful moment, that you didn’t even notice one of Taehyung’s hands slipping into your soaked panties to brush his fingers through your folds. Your breathing hitched, and you let out a whine at the feeling of his long slender fingers rubbing against you.

“So messy, love.” Taehyung breathed against your ear before biting down on it.

“Tae.”

He slowly withdrew his fingers, and you moaned again at the sight of them covered in your release. Taehyung brought them in front of his face, his eyes seeking out yours to make sure you were watching as he slid one of the digits into his mouth.

“Fuck.” you hissed out, but your eyes couldn’t leave his face as he proceeded to suck his other fingers clean.

“Taste so sweet,” Taehyung groaned, “fucking hell.”

His eyes were hazed over with desire when they flicked back up to stare into yours. It was honestly kind of crazy the effect he had had on you tonight every time he had looked at you like that. Like you were a meal he was ready to swallow whole.

“I wanna taste you.” Taehyung said softly, and your eyes widened in surprise at how he had basically read your mind.

He chuckled at the look on your face before carefully maneuvering you to lay on your back against the sheets. He caged you between his arms on either side of your body as he hovered over you.

“Gonna let me clean up that messy little cunt for you, love?” Taehyung inquired cheekily, raising an eyebrow at you as he did so.

You flushed underneath him despite everything that had already happened tonight, but a moment later you were nodding, possibly a little too eagerly if the laugh Taehyung let out was anything to go by.

“Alright, beautiful, can you scoot up for me?”

You moved back towards the head of the bed and situated yourself against the pillows. You felt Taehyung’s fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and you lifted your hips to help make it easier for him to slide them down your legs. His large hands were immediately sliding up your thighs as he positioned himself between your legs. His hands reached around to squeeze your ass, his tongue licking a long line up your inner thigh. You were already starting to fidget on the bed, and you could feel Taehyung smirking against your skin as he continued moving his mouth over you. You whined above him as he made sure to mark up your thighs the same way he had done to your neck and chest.

“Y/N?”

You looked down to see Taehyung now resting his chin on top of one of your thighs, his dark wavy locks falling over his eyes slightly.

“Need you to do something else for me, love.”

“What is it, Tae?”

One of his hands came up to push his hair away from his face so he could make sure you could see his eyes as he stared up at you.

“I wanna see, hear, feel, and taste every single one of your reactions to what I’m doing to you. I wanna know that I’m the one making you feel good. Think you can do that for me?” he asked sweetly before pressing a kiss against your skin.

“Yes, Tae.” you answered breathlessly.

“Good girl.” he praised before wrapping his arms around your thighs and gripping them tightly.

You were practically shaking in anticipation as you felt Taehyung’s hot breath fan over you.

“If I do something you don’t like, then make sure you let me know and I’ll stop immediately. But, don’t you dare hold back on me.” he growled before burying his face in your cunt.

The first swipe of his tongue had your hips immediately bucking up and your hands tangling in the sheets on either side of you. Taehyung groaned against you as his tongue dove in deeper, determined to taste every part of you.

“Taehyung, fuck.” you cried out as your hips raised off the bed again.

He tightened his hold on your thighs to lock them down and keep you from moving so much as he continued fucking you with his tongue. As promised, you didn’t bother trying to stifle any of your moans or whines, making sure to let Taehyung know just how good he was making you feel as his head bobbed sinfully between your legs. He suddenly withdrew his tongue from you only to flatten it against your clit, and one of your hands reached down to wind into his hair, tugging on the tresses to pull him closer to you. Taehyung let out a growl before he began flicking his tongue against your bundle of nerves.

“Oh God, Tae, fuck.”

His lips attached themselves to your clit, and your nails dug into his scalp slightly when he began sucking on your bud. You could already feel yourself getting close again, and it only intensified when you looked down to see Taehyung with his mouth on you and his eyes closed as he drank in all the sounds leaving your lips. You shamelessly grinded your hips against his face, as much as Taehyung would allow you with his grip on your thighs.

“I’m getting close again, Tae, shit.”

Taehyung pulled off your clit and grinned up at you devilishly, his hair drenched with sweat and plastered to his skin, and your arousal visible on his pretty pink lips. You only had a moment of confusion before Taehyung was pushing two of his long fingers into you, causing you to gasp as your entire body arched off the bed. He changed his hold on your thigh so that his free hand was pinning you down as his digits roughly massaged your walls.

“Jesus, Taehyung. Your fingers.” you moaned out, and Taehyung hissed in response.

“You’re so fucking tight, love. Shit. Taking my fingers so well, my good girl.”

His praise only spurred you closer to your release. A scream was ripped from your throat when you felt him plunge a third digit inside you at the same time that his lips returned to suck harshly at your clit.

“Fuck, love, that’s it. Wanna hear you scream for me.” Taehyung beckoned before nipping at your bundle of nerves and triggering your second orgasm as you screamed out his name.

Taehyung didn’t let up either, your body writhing in his hold as he let you ride it out on his fingers and drank up everything you gave him. He continued lapping at your cunt until you were shaking and whimpering in over sensitivity, your hands desperately trying to push his head away.

Your chest was still heaving when he positioned himself to lay next to you, one of his hands splayed across your abdomen as his fingers started tracing patterns over your skin. You turned your head to the side to face him and saw that he was watching you intently, a soft smile adorning his features.

“Well, how was prom night?”

You moved your head to close the distance between you and gently pressed your lips against Taehyung’s. He sighed against you as his mouth moved delicately against your own.

“It was worth the wait, and so were you, Kim Taehyung.”

Your words immediately had him deepening the kiss as his hands pressed harder into your skin.

“Shit,” he huffed out, “you’re gonna get me all worked up again, love.”

“Maybe that’s the point, Kim.” you flirted back before nipping at his bottom lip.

He had you pinned underneath him in the next instant, and you let out a squeal as Taehyung buried his face in your neck to attack your flesh with hungry kisses.

“Feel what you do to me.” he said huskily, and you could feel his now hard cock pressing against your thigh.

“Feel what you do to me.” you echoed back as you guided one of his hands down to cup your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, you are a sin.” Taehyung growled when you started rocking against his palm, his thumb immediately finding your still sensitive clit.

“Tell me, love,” he went on, propping himself up as you let out little whines and pants below him, “how does your prom night end?”

“Ideally with you fucking me.” you replied boldly without missing a beat, despite the fact that you were currently basically already putty in his hands.

Taehyung raised a questioning brow at you, “Oh, is that right?”

You tried to make your face seem as serious as possible, and Taehyung paused his distracting ministrations.

“Look, this is complicated. I get it. We both came here tonight for different reasons, but I want you to know that I don’t regret any of it. This night with you has been amazing. I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone completely sweep you off your feet. And again, I’m sorry it took me so long to notice, but I need you to know. Tonight, with you, it means something to me. In fact, it means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. I want you, Taehyung. I want all of you. But only if you want me too.”

Taehyung’s eyes were filled with so much emotion as he gazed down at you, and you were starting to feel shy again.

“God, Y/N, of course I want you. I have for a long time. I can’t even begin to tell you what this night means to me, what you mean to me. I know we may be on different pages right now, and that we’ve both made mistakes in the past, but those mistakes still led us to where we are now. Together, tonight. Will you promise me one thing though?”

“Of course, Tae.”

“Can we talk about everything in the morning? And about what this means for us?”

You beamed up at him, “Deal.”

His face was split by his boxy grin, and you felt warmth blooming in your chest yet again.

“Alright, Kim, how do you want me?” you asked seductively, and you felt his cock twitch against your thigh, earning a laugh from you.

“I guarantee you won’t be laughing when you can’t walk tomorrow, love, and I have to carry your ass everywhere.” Taehyung retorted as he smirked down at you, and his words had you clenching around nothing.

You gently pushed him off of you to roll onto his side as you got up to stand beside the bed before you began smoothing your hands over the sheets and adjusting the pillows at the top.

“What in the world are you doing?” he questioned as he chuckled at your strange actions.

“Shut up,” you snapped as you felt the nervous excitement starting to take over, “I’m just trying to straighten up a little and make sure everything is comfortable.”

“Y/N, you do realize we’re literally just going to make an even bigger mess of those sheets, right?”

Your hands involuntarily clenched against the sheets, and Taehyung laughed before getting up from the bed to come join you.

“Yeah but…” you trailed off at the feeling of his lips ghosting along your shoulder as his hands reached around to caress your breasts.

“Are you nervous, love?” Taehyung asked right next to your ear, pressing in closer behind you.

You let your head fall back against his shoulder as his lips seared across your skin.

“Maybe a little, but the excited kind of nervous.” you admitted, your body melting underneath his touches.

“You just let me know if I go too rough or if I hurt you okay?”

“Okay.” you agreed, and Taehyung pressed a sweet kiss to your temple.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.” he breathed out, and you could feel his cock starting to slide against your folds.

He continued rocking the two of you back and forth, teasing you with his movements.

“Tae, please.” you groaned.

“Hmm what’s wrong, love?” he queried, playing dumb for the moment.

You turned to look over your shoulder to pout at him, “Come on Tae, don’t tease.”

“You know, it’s cute,” he started as you felt one of his hands snaking up to the back of your neck before he was using his hold on you to bend you over the side of the bed, “the way that you think you’re in charge right now.”

You let out a gasp as Taehyung’s other hand reached for your wrists to pin them above your head before you felt him starting to push into you without any warning. You moaned at the stretch as he sank further and further into your walls, his cock filling you up in the best way possible.

“Fuck, love. You feel amazing wrapped around me like this.” Taehyung grunted out when he had finally buried himself to the hilt.

He pulled out slowly before sliding back in, and you whimpered against the sheets.

“Shit. Your perfect little cunt takes me so well.” he praised, snapping his hips against yours and jerking you forward on the bed.

“Feel so good, Tae. Fuck.”

His hand on your neck trailed up to twist into your hair as each harsh thrust rocked your body against the sheets. Stuttered cries left your lips as his hips slammed into yours again and again, Taehyung panting and moaning above you.

“All mine, love. All fucking mine.” he snarled as you felt his hand squeeze around your wrists.

“I’m yours, Taehyung.” you practically sobbed into the sheets.

Taehyung changed gears then, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly to pull you back to fuck yourself on his cock. You felt him reaching even deeper now as he continued pounding into you, his fingers on your waist digging in hard. You were so far gone, nothing but unintelligible nonsense falling from your lips as your hands clutched desperately at the sheets.

“So good for me. Fuck.” he swore as he hit a spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back.

You could feel yourself starting to unravel, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer with how good Taehyung was fucking you.

“Close, Tae.” you cried out with all the energy you could muster.

You barely had time to process Taehyung flipping you onto your back on the bed before he was crawling on top of you and driving his cock back between your walls.

“Wanna see you when you cum for me, love.” he panted out as his hands intertwined with yours that were tangled into the sheets on either side of you.

You stared up at Taehyung, mesmerized by the way the muscles were strained in his neck, his sweat soaked hair bouncing with each thrust, and his little daisy pendant dangling from his neck. He was so, so beautiful.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer either. You feel too good around me.” Taehyung groaned as you clenched around him once more.

He let go of one of your hands in favor of giving some attention to your neglected clit, and your back was immediately arching off the bed.

“Tae I can’t I’m-”

You cut yourself off with a moan as you fell apart underneath him.

“You’re so beautiful, love.” Taehyung praised as his thrusts were growing more erratic.

“Let go for me, Tae, wanna feel you.” you coaxed, Taehyung desperately grunting and panting above you.

His movements grew more and more stuttered until you felt him releasing inside you, a beautiful groan leaving his lips as he tightly squeezed your hand that was still clutched in his own. As he came down from his high, Taehyung very carefully lowered himself to lay on top of you as the two of you struggled to catch your breath. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his wavy strands, Taehyung’s warm breath tickling your neck.

“So…” you began, breaking the comfortable silence after several moments.

“So…” Taehyung copied you, and you giggled underneath him.

“Did that um, did that take care of the unfinished business you had?” you asked cheekily.

“You, love,” Taehyung started as his hands started tickling your sides, causing you to let out a series of squeals, “are quite the brat.”

God. That calm dominance of his always reeled you in. You sat up and looked back and forth between the two of them, your tipsy nature causing a surge in your own confidence.

“I doubt the two of you could handle it.” you said simply, and you didn’t miss the look that Jimin and Jungkook exchanged.

A look that both scared and excited you. Jungkook reached out to grip your chin and turn your face towards him, “Oh babygirl, Jimin and I both remember just how you like to be handled.”

A shiver ran through you as you felt yourself growing wet at his words. You gasped at the feeling of Jimin’s lips against your bare shoulder.

“As if we could ever forget. You always were such a naughty girl.” he murmured against your skin.

As always, you knew they were still waiting for you to fully give your consent before anything happened, and you were more than ready to give the green light.

“I’ve only gotten naughtier.” was your sultry response as you smirked at Jungkook who was still holding you in place by your chin.

“Fuck,” the younger man growled, “I’ll bet you have.”

His lips were on yours in the next second as Jimin’s mouth latched onto the side of your neck. You moaned into the kiss and Jungkook’s tongue dove in, eager to taste all of you. Fuck, you had forgotten how good it felt to kiss him.

Jimin seemed determined to leave his mark as he sucked hungrily against your skin. One of your hands reached up to tangle in his hair and hold him against you. You did your best to kiss Jungkook back, but he was really taking charge with the way his mouth moved against your own like he was trying to devour you. Your lips already felt like they were starting to swell from his constant biting and sucking. A sudden tug on your hair had you separating from Jungkook with a gasp before Jimin was taking his turn to claim your mouth.

Jungkook immediately got to work tugging down the straps of your dress to expose more of your skin to him. He trailed his tongue along your collarbones and you whimpered against Jimin. The older man was more gentle in the way he kissed you, but his soft and plump lips left you feeling just as dizzy. Jungkook’s kisses were traveling lower, dipping into the valley of your cleavage as his tattooed hand came up to palm your breast over the fabric of your dress. You groaned into Jimin’s mouth and you felt him smirk against your lips before he pulled back.

“Here Kookie, let me help you.” he said before grabbing your dress and yanking it down to reveal your bare chest.

Jungkook wasted no time in attaching his mouth to one of your nipples, and you moaned as you sank back against Jimin.

“Fuck Kook.” you breathed out.

One of Jimin’s hands began trailing up your thighs, his fingers warming your skin with every touch.

“Missed all those pretty sounds you make for us, princess.” he said next to your ear before biting down on it.

Jungkook trapped your bud between his teeth, eliciting a whine from you.

“The sweetest music, shit.” he cursed before switching to give attention to your other breast.

All the overwhelming sensations had almost made you forget about Jimin’s hand between your legs, but you were quickly reminded of its presence when he pushed your panties to the side to meet your folds.

He hissed right next to your ear, “That perfect cunt always dripping for us. Isn’t that right, princess?”

“Jimin.”

He plunged two of his fingers into your heat without warning and you practically jolted forward. Jungkook quickly placed an arm over your midsection to keep you from squirming so much. He pulled off of your chest, his eyes blowing out with lust as he watched Jimin’s fingers disappear inside you.

“She takes your fingers so well, fuck.” the younger observed just as Jimin decided to go up to three digits.

“Help me make her cum Kook, she’s close.”

Jimin was right, you were close. Jungkook adding three of his own fingers to the mix to rub at your clit had your orgasm approaching much, much faster.

“Come on, princess, cum for us.” Jimin coaxed as he pressed kisses against the side of your face.

“Always so good when you fall apart for us, babygirl. So pretty.” Jungkook added sweetly.

Their combined encouragement pushed you over the edge as you came all over Jimin’s fingers, and he slowed down his pace to let you ride out your orgasm. You moaned at the sight of Jimin pulling his digits out of you and Jungkook immediately wrapping his mouth around them to suck them clean of your release.

“You two are going to be the fucking death of me I swear.” you said, your chest still heaving as you came down from your high.

“Oh hush, you’re just being dramatic.” Jimin remarked before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, don’t be a baby. Now, lay back on Jimin’s lap so I can eat you out.” Jungkook instructed, and you just gaped at him.

They didn’t even give you the chance to protest before Jimin was manuevering you to lay in his lap as Jungkook pulled his shirt over his head. He’d gotten both more muscular and more tatted since the last time you had seen him, and you had to stop yourself from drooling. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, he pulled a hair tie off of his wrist before holding it between his teeth as he pulled his long dark locks into a bun at the back of his head. His gaze drifted between your legs and he smirked and raised an eyebrow at you. Those damn eyebrows, ugh.

He finally finished tying his hair up, leaving just a few strands to frame his perfect face. He settled himself back on the sectional before reaching up to pull your dress and panties the rest of the way down and setting them on the floor below. You barely had time to react before Jimin was placing your hands behind his neck as Jungkook’s lips began sliding up your leg.

“Stay still and behave, princess. You know I’ll tie those pretty hands of yours if I need to.” Jimin voiced, and you shuddered at the memory of all the times you’d let them tie you up and use you for hours.

You dug your nails into your palms at the feeling of Jungkook sucking against the flesh of your inner thigh.

“Jeon, you fucking demon.” you hissed.

He looked up at you with a wicked grin, his eyes never leaving yours as he edged closer before licking his way from your entrance to your clit. A string of moans left your mouth as your hips instinctively jerked. The devil between your legs wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place before he was diving back in. His tongue was relentless as he slurped up your release from just moments before.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his lips shiny with your wetness, “you really do have the sweetest little cunt.”

His hold on your thighs pulled them further apart as he resumed fucking you with his tongue. You pulled on any of Jimin’s hair that you could reach just to have something to ground yourself. He growled before his own mouth descended on your neck. You cried out both of their names as Jungkook withdrew his tongue to begin flicking it against your still sensitive clit. His lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves and you whimpered at the sensation of being pinned between the two men with no escape. Jimin mouthed against your skin, his lips, tongue, and teeth leaving fresh marks in their wake. Jungkook sucked harder against your clit, and your legs were shaking in his hold.

“You did always love us fucking you until you cried.” Jimin spoke up, giving your hair a sudden harsh tug.

“You gonna cry for us, babygirl?” the younger man asked from below you before pulling your bud between his teeth.

Jimin chose the same moment to bite down on your neck and you let out a scream as your second orgasm overtook you, tears of pleasure sliding down your cheeks. Jungkook lapped up everything you gave him until you began writhing in over stimulation. Jimin helped you untangle your arms from behind his neck before he began stroking his fingers through your hair. Jungkook was kissing his way back up your body until he made his way to your lips, giving them a sweet peck.

“Think you can give us one more tonight, princess?” Jimin inquired as he looked down at you.

Your core ached just at the thought, but the two men had gone above and beyond to take care of you tonight. Plus they both had to be hard at this point, and you wanted to be able to help them out too.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after though, so you might have to let me sleep here.”

They both chuckled at that, Jungkook attacking your face with kisses.

“Don’t even worry about it, babygirl. My bed has plenty of room.” he assured you with a bunny grin.

All you could do was give him a tired smile, but you nodded to let them know that you were okay to keep going. Jungkook pressed one last kiss to your cheek before he was getting to his feet to slide down his black leather pants and his boxers. His cock sprang free and you were reminded just how big he was. It was a good thing they had already made you a cum a few times tonight. Jimin carefully moved your head to lay on the pillow before he was getting up to shed his clothes as well. He leaned down and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “You gonna let Kook fuck you while I fuck this perfect mouth of yours?”

“Fuck. Please.” you moaned, and Jimin smiled down at you.

“Alright, princess, hands and knees.” the navy haired man directed before helping you into position.

You felt Jungkook settle in behind you as his hands gripped your hips. Jimin stroked himself a few times before he was pressing his tip against your lips. You opened up to take him inside at the same time that Jungkook began to push into you. You groaned around Jimin’s cock, Jungkook letting out a hiss as he sank further into you.

“So fucking tight. Shit.”

You took in more of Jimin’s length, your knees nearly giving out once Jungkook had bottomed out inside of you. He used his hold on your hips to keep you up as he pulled out to the tip before thrusting all the way back in, the force of his action pushing Jimin’s dick further down your throat. You choked around him, and Jimin moaned as he let his head fall back.

This had always been one of your favorite ways to see him. Eyes fluttering with his pretty lips parted as breathy little sighs slipped out from between them. One of his hands reached down to grab a fistful of your hair and give it a tug, earning a groan from you. Jungkook gave you a few more testing thrusts to adjust before he began pounding into you at a much faster pace. You gagged and choked on Jimin’s cock as each movement from the man behind you jerked you forward harshly. Tears streamed down your face, and Jimin looked down at you with so much fondness and affection in his eyes as he used the hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair to rub his thumb across your cheek.

You blinked up at him, his tenderness with you making your heart soar. It only lasted for a moment though before his hand left your cheek to instead wrap around your throat, giving it a slight squeeze as he felt you constrict around him. He gave you that look, the one that told you that you were so, so fucked.

“Fuck her like you mean it, Kook. Remind her that she belongs to us.” Jimin commanded, his eyes never once leaving yours.

Jungkook’s fingers dug into your flesh hard enough to bruise as he began fucking you with renewed vigor. Your eyes rolled back as he hit that sweet spot inside of you, and Jimin focused all his attention on fucking your mouth. Muffled sobs left your lips, the pleasure so overwhelming but so good at the same time. Jungkook leaned over you, his lips trailing up your spine as he slammed into you again and again. You could tell Jimin was getting close by the way his thrusts were growing sloppier, your own release not too far behind. He came down the back of your throat a few moments later, and you made sure to swallow every drop before letting his cock slip from your mouth. You gasped for air, every breath stuttered due to Jungkook’s continued harsh thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good. Always so fucking good for us. Only we can fuck you this good, isn’t that right, babygirl?” Jungkook grunted behind you.

“Yes..only you.” you confirmed, your voice raspy.

Jimin gave a sudden nod to Jungkook, and you had no idea what it meant, but apparently Jungkook did because he pulled you up to where your back was flush against his chest. One of his arms draped across your midsection while his other hand came up to wrap around your neck, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. He mouthed along your jawline as his hips snapped against yours, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Jimin kneeled in front of you on the sectional, one of his hands reaching out to begin rubbing at your clit, and your back arched against Jungkook’s chest.

“Go on, princess, cum all over Jungkook’s cock.”

“Cum for us one more time, babygirl.”

The coil inside you snapped as you came undone for the third time, your entire body convulsing in Jungkook’s hold before falling back against his chest. Jimin planted featherlight kisses all over your breasts as Jungkook desperately chased his own high. A few more frantic thrusts was all it took to have him spilling his release inside of you as he cried out your name. You barely registered Jungkook pulling out of you, your energy completely spent. He carefully lifted you into his arms bridal style before carrying you towards the bathroom, Jimin following closely behind.