btsvt-bar readings

Someone shuffled beside you in bed, and a large arm came up around you, trapping you in the pillowy white blanket underneath its weight. You glanced down, a familiar pattern of tattoos inked into the skin of the bicep currently pinning you to the mattress.

Oh right.

You turned your head, coming face to face with a very much still asleep Jungkook. You froze in place, all the memories from last night rushing back to you all at once.

The after-party, the black-suited security guard instructing you to stay put and asking you to wait a little longer, the two heavy stacks of documents you were suddenly handed, and, through shaky eyes, you scribbled and signed before being escorted to a large van with tinted windows.

You blinked a few times, as if to try to prove to yourself that this wasn't a dream. Jungkook's lips were parted slightly, his face soft and relaxed, his stage makeup from the night before still around his eyes and ever so slightly smudged. His hair fell over his face, bangs stuck oddly in different places, his lips full and pouty.

Even when sleeping, this man was devastatingly gorgeous.

You studied his face for a little while, in silent awe of being in his bed. You shuffled a little and rolled onto your side, turning your back to him as his little spoon. You slid yourself back towards him until you were met with his warm, bare chest. Jungkook subconsciously slid his arm down, landing his arm comfortably on the smallest part of your waist. Your heart was pounding at the touch; the only separation between his arm and your very naked body was the duvet that was draped lazily over your torso.

You settled into your new position, still half asleep and comfy, and saw a mess of black and blonde hair from over the little hill in the blanket. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, the giddiness returning in full swing.

The other wildly exciting part of your night.

Taehyung was facing away from you, lying on his stomach, his hair peeking out from above the blanket. His arms were tucked neatly under his pillow, the flex of his biceps so close to you sending a stir to your stomach again.

Maybe if you stayed completely still, they would keep sleeping, and you could stay here forever.

You let yourself drift back to sleep, but your heart was already awake and racing. There was no way you could fall asleep again now. You shuffled a little under the blanket again, curling yourself up into a little ball as you tried to get extra comfy. Then there was some movement on the mattress. Taehyung lifted his head off his pillow, staring off at the wall for a few seconds before turning his head to finally face you.

"Oh, you're awake." He spoke in a low whisper in the dark bedroom; his morning voice was rough and gravelly, but the same silkiness like honey poured through.

You nodded with a soft smile, and he smiled back, reaching his arm over the blanket to pet your chin. You felt yourself flush, the shyness hitting you at full force. You flustered at his touch, and he let out a soft chuckle.

"Does your head hurt?" he whispered, hand still resting gently on your face.

"Not really, I'm a little dizzy," you replied.

"Sit tight. Let me get you some water."

Taehyung sat up in bed, his bare back facing you as he sat on the edge of his side of the bed, stretching his neck side to side before standing up. Your eyes drifted to the tattoo on his lower back, something you never thought you'd be able to see so detailed and up close. You couldn't do anything but stare, still in such shock about how you ended up here.

He walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of water before cracking it open and returning to the bed.

"Here."

You nodded your head and thanked him, propping yourself up on your arm so you could take a sip. The icy, cool water was an immediate relief to your dry throat. Taehyung watched you as you took a few sips from the bottle, the water feeling like God's gift to your hungover body right now.

Jungkook stirred behind you, his arm still heavy on your waist. You heard a few quiet, sleepy hums behind you, and you turned your head back to face him, his eyes cracking open slowly.

"Mm," he hummed, eyes blinking slowly as he woke up in phases. His eyes landed on you, tucked safely under his arm and pressed against his warm, bare chest.

"Morning," he said with a lazy smile, before his eyes closed again. He pulled you in a little closer, the comfort of cuddling you lulling him back to sleep.

"Jungkook-ah," Taehyung climbed back into bed, reaching over you to nudge his friend on the shoulder. Jungkook furrowed his brows and lifted his head, eyes open again.

"It's almost nine. Get up."

Jungkook let out a grunt in protest before looking down at you, still cradled in his arms.

"Have fun last night?" he said with a small, sleepy smirk.

You crinkled your nose, turning your face into your pillow to hide your embarrassed smile. Jungkook laughed before planting a kiss on the back of your shoulder.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He sat up and rolled his neck a few times, his broad bare back perfectly chiselled, even in the dark room. You felt your mouth water, your head still resting on the pillow.

Jungkook shuffled down the hall, and a few moments later, the bathroom light flicked on, the door swinging half-closed.

Taehyung was back in bed with you, now lying on his back, still shirtless and only in his sleep shorts. He looked at you with quiet curiosity before opening his arm towards you, patting his chest with his other hand.

You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his chest, his warm, strong arm wrapping around you safely. You nestled yourself deeper into him; the smell of his sweat mixed with the leathery notes of his cologne was enough to drive you crazy.

"Sleep well?" Taehyung mumbled as he traced soft circles on your arm.

"Mhm," you hummed, your hand resting on his chest next to your cheek.

"Good," he replied, giving your arm a quick squeeze.

He tilted you up by the chin, your eyes locking with his, only inches away from each other. You felt everything inside you turn into a puddle at his touch.

"I had a lot of fun last night," he said with a lazy smile. "I hope it wasn't too much for you."

"No, I had fun—it was fun," you said with a smile, fighting the blush from rising to your cheeks.

Taehyung leaned in and brought his lips down on yours, his full, pouting lips electrifying you as he kissed you. You parted your lips involuntarily, and he let out a soft laugh as he deepened the kiss, delicately, sweetly, and not aggressively and dominating like it was last night.

"Mm," you hummed into his mouth, and he smiled into the kiss for a moment before he pushed himself deeper against you, his tongue swiping your lower lip for entry. You let your mouth fall open, granting him access to the inside of your mouth. Taehyung wasn't rushed; he licked your tongue softly first, before darting his tongue in a little deeper, sweeping the inside of your mouth like he was trying to map out the inside of your mouth before you had to leave.

"Tae," you moaned, the sensation of his wet tongue against yours so early in the morning sending a fire directly to your lower core.

"Gonna miss this pretty mouth when we fly out tonight," he murmured into your mouth.

Taehyung lifted you up so that you were practically lying on top of him now, and he pulled away from your lips for a moment, propping his pillow up behind him so he was sitting up a little more, watching you with those hypnotizing eyes.

"Why don't you leave us with one more memory before you have to go?" His tone was lower, dripping with his want for you, his eyes the same as they were last night: dark and commanding.

You bit your lower lip as you slid yourself down his bare torso, landing yourself right at his waist. Taehyung was already hard beneath the fabric of his pyjama shorts, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you intently.

With one hand, you slipped his waistband down, his waiting cock peeking out from the waistband, flushed and already a little glistened from precum.

You were the luckiest girl on earth.

You took him in your mouth, the familiar salty sweetness of his arousal coating your tongue. Taehyung's mouth fell open, his eyes trained on you as you swirled your tongue expertly over the head of his needy cock.

"Mmm, so gorgeous," he moaned as he watched you.

Your head was still spinning a little from the alcohol, but you blinked hard to maintain your focus. Your wet, pouty lips worked his tip as you licked at the soft tendon at the underside of his cock.

Taehyung bucked his hips a little at the sensation you were giving him, his one arm coming up to hold up the back of his head.

"Yeah, just like that."

You dipped your head lower, his cock sinking deeper into your mouth, nudging on the back of your throat. Taehyung let out a deep, breathy moan, his eyes fluttering closed as you slid your mouth up and down his length.

"Fuck," he grunted, before his other hand flew to the back of your head, pushing you further down onto his long, thick cock. "Obsessed with you."

You felt yourself gag a little at the force of his hand on the top of your head, guiding you further and further down his length. He was deep down your throat now, his thickness filling your mouth entirely, knocking your uvula with every bounce. You closed your eyes, focused on pleasing the superstar sprawled out in front of you. You closed your hand into a fist, fighting the tears that threatened to escape your eyes from the intensity of his fullness in your mouth.

Taehyung bobbed you up and down with his guided hand, his hips bucking upwards to let himself feel even more of you, the stretch of your mouth around him driving him crazy.

"So fucking good, hm? Fucking love this mouth," he hissed as he continued fucking your mouth, his satoori bleeding through every anunciation of his words. "Fuck."

"I still feel fucking drunk," Jungkook suddenly turned the corner, reappearing from the bathroom, toothbrush dangling from his mouth.

He stopped in his tracks at the sight of you, naked and on your knees in front of Taehyung, your head being pinned down by his hand as he fucked your mouth like you were his personal little pornstar.

"Huh, so this is what you were doing while I was washing my face," Jungkook scoffed, taking a step closer towards the foot of the bed.

You let out a muffled moan, and Taehyung released his hand from your head, letting you finally catch some air. You pulled off of him with a desperate wet pop, your eyes and lashes wet, your chin already dribbling with saliva. You were panting as you brought your hand up to Taehyung's cock, still determined to please him. You pumped your hand up and down his length firmly, milking him as you caught your breath.

"Hyung, you're so fucking greedy," Jungkook murmured, taking another step towards the bed so that he was only a couple of feet behind you at the foot of the bed.

Jungkook was still shirtless in his gym shorts, and he watched quietly as you continued to please his bandmate, your hand pumping Taehyung's cock with a steady pace, dipping your head back onto the first few inches of his length.

"Ugh, fuck, you're so pretty," Jungkook groaned, palming himself over his shorts now. "Even in the early morning, you're just as much of a giver as you were last night."

"Isn't she such a good girl?" Taehyung looked up at his dongsaeng with a cocky smirk. "Sucking me off for breakfast."

"Mhm," Jungkook replied, his voice low and hungry.

Jungkook pulled the toothbrush from his mouth, wiping his mouth on the abandoned towel on the bench at the foot of the bed.

"Can you handle some more, love?" Jungkook's words were sweet, but the way they came out of his mouth was mean, like he was teasing you.

You popped your mouth off of Taehyung and tossed your hair over your shoulder to look back at Jungkook. You didn't say anything, just gave him a look, that look that got you into this mess in the first place.

He let out half a cocky laugh before he slid his shorts down, undressing himself behind you.

You felt your core burning already, your pussy clenching around the painful nothingness. The cool air of the hotel room felt extra sensitive against your exposed cunt, your ass up in the air from pleasing Taehyung.

"C'mere," Jungkook said with a growl as he reached forward, gripping your hips and yanking you backwards towards him. You let out a giggly yelp at the way he manhandled you.

Jungkook slid his thumb against your pussy, the pad of his thumb parting your folds so easily. You shivered at the sensation, the glide of his finger sending little sparks throughout your whole body.

"Already dripping," he murmured to himself. "Tae, you got her so wet already."

Taehyung let out a laugh, giving Jungkook a cocky half-shrug as he took his own cock into his left hand, pumping himself lazily.

"She has good taste."

Jungkook dipped a finger into you first, the feeling of something, anything inside of you making you gasp. He hummed as he slid another finger into you, before he began to scissor his fingers inside of you, stretching you out.

"Hnng, JK," you hissed, your head dropping forward against the blanket.

"Shh shh," Jungkook said with a smirk. "Just getting you ready for me, baby."

"I think she can handle it already, Koo." Taehyung was watching you, face pressed into the blanket to muffle your moans as he jerked himself off to the view.

The sensation of Jungkook's fingers suddenly went away, before being replaced by the burning, splitting sensation of his cock pressing into you, slowly, inch by inch.

"Ah!" You wailed into the blanket, the soft pillow duvet swallowing any of your cries. "Too-too much."

"You can take it," Taehyung growled, still fucking his hand in front of your face. "You took it so well last night, didn't you, baby?"

You nodded and propped yourself back up properly before arching your back, giving yourself fully to Jungkook as he sank deeper into you, until he was completely sheathed inside of your pussy. The feeling of him filling you completely was shattering your sanity; Jungkook was hung, bigger than any of the boyfriends from your past, and he knew exactly how to use all nine inches of his pretty cock.

"That's it," Jungkook groaned, staying still for a moment as you quaked and clenched around him desperately, trying to get used to the feeling of him again. "Take it. Take all of me, pretty girl."

"F-fuck," you moaned, lifting your head off the bed finally. "God, you feel so good inside of me."

"Love my cock, huh? Wanna take it all for me like a good girl, ah?" Jugnkook's voice was gravelly and low, his Busan accent thick and evident in every sentence as he got lost in the feeling of you, still drunk and sleepy.

"Yes, JK," you whimpered.

He began to set a rhythm, rocking his hips against your ass at a pace that knocked the wind out of your lungs. You let out a cry at the intensity, his length splitting you in half as he fucked you from behind.

Taehyung groaned at the sight of you, falling apart already on Jungkook's cock. You looked up at Taehyung through needy eyes, your brows furrowed and lips pouting as your breath matched the pace of every slam of Jungkook's hips into you.

"Think you can take us both, hm?" Taehyung's accent was thick, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you like a jaguar. "Come here, take this cock too."

You swallowed between gasps before reaching forward, wrapping your hand around Taehyung's girthy size again. He cocked his head to the side as he watched you, his other hand coming up to fluff the back of his hair.

"Come on, princess, don't be shy," Jungkook growled from behind you, still fucking you expertly. "Show us what you can do."

You could barely think straight with how well Jungkook's cock was hitting your g-spot, knocking stars into your vision with every thrust. You shook your head a little before poking your tongue out of your mouth again, enveloping Taehyung in your mouth once more.

"Fuuuck," Taehyung moaned, dropping his head back against his pillow. "You're a gorgeous little cumslut, aren't you?"

You nodded a little as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock again, swallowing every inch of him that you could possibly take. Taehyung's length stretched your mouth out so crudely, and he sneered at you as he watched you struggle to take him all in your mouth.

"Too fucking big for you?" Taehyung groaned, his dialect itching your ears in just the right way. "Dirty girl, you can do it."

You felt like your body was on fire; every part of you felt full, spent, but your head was spinning with how much pleasure you were experiencing. Jungkook was fucking you so well from behind, every thrust of his hips pushing you deeper onto Taehyung's cock.

"Wanna see you fall apart like this on the both of us, honey," Jungkook groaned before dropping his hand down to your pussy, rubbing slow, controlled, firm circles on your clit.

You let out a muffled cry, the sounds dampened against Taehyung's length stuffed in your mouth. He grinned down at you, your mouth so full of him, and his other hand came back down to hold you steady.

You felt like you were going to die, but you already were in heaven.

Your core burned hotter and hotter, the cord inside of you beginning to stretch impossibly tight. Jungkook's tip was knocking against your sensitive spot so perfectly, and you thought you could pass out from the pleasure.

The rhythm of his hips suddenly faltered for a moment, and Jungkook leaned down, fishing his phone out of his shorts that were left abandoned on the floor.

The blanket around you was suddenly illuminated by a phone light, and your eyes widened as you realized Jungkook was filming you, spread open, bent over, and taking him like a pornstar. Humiliation immediately washed over your whole body, and you were sure that if you weren't red in the face before, you definitely were now.

"Jungkook—" you gasped, popping your mouth off of Taehyung for a moment.

"Don't worry, angel, nobody's ever going to see this except me. And Hyung."

Taehyung chuckled, his hand pushing your head back down along him. He gave you a wink, the small gesture sending a surge of adrenaline through your body, and you picked up the pace.

"Ugh fuck, look at her. Performing for the camera."

Jungkook held the camera at arm's length so that he was filming himself fucking you, selfie-style, as you sucked Taehyung off. He threw his head back into the pillow again, his lower lip pinched between his teeth as his abdomen was flexed, his pleasure taking over his whole demeanour.

"Gonna fucking cum in this pretty mouth," Taehyung hissed, brows furrowed as he sat up a little further, his V-line and abdomen on perfect display, glistening with sweat and flexed.

"Sin fucking city," Jungkook said to the camera with a cocky laugh. "Look at her."

Your face burned with embarrassment, but you persisted. Jungkook's fingers were still working your clit, and you were desperately trying not to explode, not to scream out in pleasure.

Taehyung let out a long, pornographic moan as he reached his climax, his warm, desperate spurts hitting you in the back of your throat. Your mouth was suddenly flooded with the salty-sweet taste of him, thick and creamy on your tongue.

"Fuuck-God," Taehyung hissed, his hand pushing you down along his length impossibly deep as he rode out his high. "Horny little slut, taking my load in her pretty mouth."

You dragged your tongue along the underside of his length, all the way up to the top, cleaning him up with your mouth before you drank all of him down. You swallowed with a gasp, your mouth falling open to show Taehyung that you had taken all of him so well, just like he wanted.

Taehyung's hand released from your head to tilt you up to look at him by the chin. You held eye contact with him through teary eyes, still rocking forward on your knees as Jungkook fucked you. Taehyung's eyes were still dark, but his gestures were a little sweeter now, his thumb dragging along your lower lip, wiping up the residual cum dripping from your mouth.

"Pretty girl," he hummed. "Getting me off so well while Koo fucks you from the back."

You let out a whine at Taehyung's gentle hands as Jungkook wrecked you, the two opposite sensations making your head spin.

"Please, please," you begged, your eyes needy and wet as you held Taehyung's gaze. "Feels so-so good, Tae. Gonna—"

"Fuck, she feels so tight around me," Jungkook hissed, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought his own pleasure, his camera still on you.

You were teetering on the edge now, your climax dangerously close. You squeezed your eyes shut, the pleasure manifesting itself in the faces you were making, desperate, vulnerable, and so erotic.

Taehyung's voice broke through your trance.

"Look at me."

Your eyes flew open, Taehyung's hand returning to your chin as he held you up, forcing you to look at him. He was smiling at you, not sweet, but cocky.

"Just wanna remember what you look like as you cum, hm?" Taehyung said with a grin.

That was it.

Your climax ripped through your body, the intensity so strong that your vision went blurry, and you dropped your head to the blanket, as you wailed into the covers. Taehyung lifted your head back up with ease, your eyes rolled back into your head, eyes fluttering, knuckles white as you gripped the bedsheets. You felt a warm rush of liquid escape you, dripping down your thighs and trickling onto the bed with an audible drip.

"Fuck, so sexy," Jungkook hissed, maintaining his mean pace. "Squirting all over me like a dirty whore."

"Tae, too much, he's too much," you sobbed, the pleasure mixing with pain as Jungkook knocked his cock into you, his pace picking up as he neared his climax.

"Shh, you can take it," Taehyung murmured, stroking your cheek. "Take it, doll."

Jungkook let out a low groan through gritted teeth, his phone abandoned on the bed, both his hands gripping you by the hips as he pounded into you continuously.

"Fuck, you squeeze around me so well, gonna fucking cum in this slutty cunt, huh?"

You felt your body go limp, but you stayed on your knees so obediently, letting Jungkook climb to his peak as he fucked you feverishly.

A large hand came down on your ass, giving you a stinging slap. You wailed out, your fingers coming up to intertwine with Taehyung's.

"Fucking perfect girl," Jungkook growled. "Letting me fuck her while Hyung watches. Gonna fucking wreck you, baby."

"Let Jungkook cum in your pretty pussy, baby," Taehyung cooed.

"Fuck-yes, Jung-kook-please," you stuttered, far too drunk off his cock to even think straight. "Please, finish in my tight little pussy, it's all yours, my pussy is yours."

Jungkook let out a low guttural groan as he pressed himself deep into you, up to the hilt. His head dropped forward as he reached his climax.

"Fucking shit," he moaned as you felt his ropes shoot inside of you, jagged and pulsing. Jungkook painted your walls with his pleasure, his breath releasing in short pants and hisses as he fucked himself through his high.

You were entirely spent now, your body was limp and boneless, and you collapsed onto the bed by Taehyung's legs. Jungkook collapsed beside you at the foot of the bed, his length still buried inside of you.

The three of you lay on the bed, sprawled in every direction in silence, the only sound in the room was the panting and heavy breathing from both you and Jungkook. Taehyung's hand came up to pet your hair gently, stroking your head with a soft rub of his thumb.

He reached over for the water bottle he had brought you earlier on the nightstand and uncapped it again, bringing it to your lips. Your eyes fluttered open at the contact with the plastic bottle, and you opened your mouth slightly, allowing Taehyung to bottle feed you sips of water through heavy breaths.

"Good girl," he cooed. "Such a good girl."

Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist again, holding you in close as his breathing returned to normal. He pressed sweet kisses along your shoulder, your back, your spine.

"Let's get you cleaned up, hm?"

Jungkook gently pulled himself out of you, the mix of your fluids dripping out onto the bedsheets. You covered your face in embarrassment, but Jungkook's hand came up to pull your wrist off.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

The shower turned on with a roar, the water pressure strong and thumping against the glass door already. Steam slowly began to fill the chamber, and Jungkook reached into the shower to test the temperature.

Taehyung was standing behind you, his hands rubbing up and down your arms possessively as he waited for the shower to warm up.

"It's good," Jungkook mumbled as he stepped in, and then turned to face you, his hand reaching out to help you in.

You stepped over the little step of the shower floor, joining Jungkook in the steamy chamber. The scent of eucalyptus and citrus filled your senses, the steam soothing your whole body almost instantly.

Taehyung stepped in behind you before he closed the door, the three of you standing impossibly close together. You were pinched between the two tall, muscular men, both of them facing you as their hands lazily explored your wet body.

"Sweet girl," Taehyung murmured into your ear, planting a kiss on the back of your neck. "Thanks for spending the night."

You nodded, and Jungkook tilted you up to face him with a finger on your chin. He grinned at you, lip ring twinkling under the potlight, before leaning in to press a sweet, soft kiss on your lips.

The two of them reached for the body wash that was mounted on the wall, each pumping twice, before lathering the soap in their hands. Jungkook then opened his hands towards you, his hands immediately gently gripping your breasts in his hand, giving them a soft squeeze as he began to spread the bubbly body wash across your body, massaging you as he cleaned you.

Taehyung followed suit, his hands firmly on your shoulders, massaging the tension out with his soapy hands before spreading the lather across your back, scrubbing gently and thoroughly down the length of your spine. You felt yourself melt at their touch, so intimate and loving.

"Mm, feels good," you sighed, your head dropping back onto Taehyung's shoulder.

"Yeah, she's sleepy," Jungkook said with a chuckle. "I'd be too."

You stood between them as they washed themselves, the scent of the bodywash making your head spin.

When all three of you were perfectly clean again, Taehyung reached around you and turned off the water before reaching out of the shower door to grab a towel. He stepped out first, wrapping the towel around his waist, before grabbing a second and third one, motioning for you to step out of the shower towards him. You did.

Jungkook stepped out of the shower behind you, and Taehyung handed him one of the towels. He wrapped it around his waist tightly before they both turned their focus back to you.

"Arms up," Taehyung said softly, and you lifted your arms over your head.

He wrapped the towel around your torso, tucking it in at the edge so it hung like a dress. Jungkook pressed the towel against your body, helping you dry yourself. Once you were comfortably wrapped up, Jungkook stepped towards the mirror, shaking his wet tendrils of hair around like a puppy dog. He collected another towel from the shelf to dry his hair.

You returned to the bed, sitting on the edge as Taehyung got dressed in front of you. He glanced at the clock on the wall.

10:04am.

"Jungkookie-ah, we gotta go soon."

"Yah," Jungkook called from inside the bathroom.

Taehyung turned back to look at you.

"We have late check out. You can nap here until we come back, if you want."

You were so sleepy, too blissed out to move. You nodded, giving him a weak smile as you let yourself lie back in bed.

Taehyung looked at you with a laugh before coming around the bed again, petting your head gently.

"Sleep well. We'll try to get ready quietly."

You nodded, already feeling half-asleep as you melted back into the pillows and blanket, the cool Egyptian cotton bundling you up so addictively.

You didn't realize you had drifted off to sleep until your eyes snapped open to the sound of a knock at the door.

"That's probably Hobi-hyung," Taehyung murmured, now fully dressed, with a pair of sunglasses sitting on his head, and his backpack over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm ready to go," Jungkook hummed, his hair fluffy and blow-dried, bare-faced and zipped up in a black hoodie.

"It was nice meeting you," Jungkook said, giving you a nod, his hands in his pockets. "Maybe when we're back in Vegas?" He gave you a wink.

You buried your face a little deeper into the blanket, the shyness returning.

"Yeah," you murmured, your mouth breaking into a wide smile.

Jungkook laughed, watching you fumble in your own shyness for a moment, before Taehyung nudged him by the shoulder.

"Come on, let's go," Taehyung urged. "They're all waiting for us."

Taehyung turned back to you with a little smirk.

"See you in a few hours."

And then the door opened and closed with a dull squeak and then a soft click, sealing you into this bubble of them, the twelve-hour whirlwind that you had found yourself in. You let your eyes flutter shut, the lingering smell of sweat and eucalyptus lulling you into what was going to be, possibly, the best sleep of your fucking life.

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i just blacked out and wrote this im missing out on precious sleep and i'm not proofreading it

bitch i need to touch grass!!!! ♡⃛

your boyfriend yoongi had been working for several hours on his laptop, finishing his latest track.

he sat on the big chair, all focused on the screen in front of him.

a half finished black coffee beside him that you'd brought him an hour ago.

his posture was relaxed but still in an intensely concentrated manner that always made your heart skip a beat.

he was wearing a hoodie only, his dark hair fell messily over his forehead and every so often he would absentmindedly push his new thin rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger.

the gesture was so simple yet it made your legs squeeze together.

you had been curled up on the small couch in the corner of his studio for what felt like hours now, he brought that couch especially for you only so he could have you in his space while he works.

he doesn’t like having you away from him for even a second.

there was a forgotten book open on your lap as your eyes kept drifting away from the pages and towards him.

the way the glow from the monitors reflected on his glasses, his brows furrowing in focus which made his already cat like eyes sharper.

it made him look effortlessly authoritative and intelligent, also attractive in a way that made your cheeks turn pink.

he started wearing glasses a few weeks ago and you had openly admitted to him how much the glasses affected you.

“they look really good on you yoongi... like, so sexy.” you had confessed the first night.

he had simply smirked and adjusted them with one finger, no doubt feeling pride at the observation and his girl's approval.

“noted. i'll keep that in mind.”

and he had.

ever since whenever he slipped them on for work, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

a need that didn’t go away with every passing minute you spent watching him.

the longer you sat there stealing glances the more your clit throbbed insistently, your nipples hardening under your tank top and you could feel your panties get soaked clinging to your folds.

you don’t like to wear much when you're at home anyways so you're just wearing a tiny black tank top with no bra and panties only.

yoongi preferred you like this.

you shifted on the couch, twirling a strand of your hair and read one single sentence several times in your book.

you’ve been trying to behave but you can't focus on anything else.

finally when you couldn’t hold back any longer, you stood up slowly feeling your stomach flutter from nervousness.

you walked to his desk and stood beside him, yoongi didn’t immediately turn his head away from the screen but you noticed the way he tilted his head and the slight curve of his lips that told you he had been very aware of you the entire time.

“yoongi…”

you called out but your voice came out more breathy than you intended as you took in his clean male scent.

“hmm?”

he responded as his free hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing along the side of your bare thigh, stroking it making you shiver.

his voice was always so deep that sometimes that was all you needed to hear to get horny.

you could never get enough of his voice.

“what's up baby? you’ve been squirming over there for a while now.”

he was almost amused still typing something on his keyboard as if he could read every single dirty thought running through your mind without even needing to look at you fully.

you swallowed hard as your finger twisted the edge of your panty.

“i… i know you've been working for a while and i can't stop looking at you in those glasses.”

you let out in a rush shyly but don’t admit how crazy it has been driving you as you look at him with half lidded eyes.

a chuckle rumbled out of him as he spun his chair around to face you properly, one of his eyebrows arched.

he scanned your face and then went down taking in the way your curves are right there for him to stare at, barely clothed in anything.

“yeah? you really like them that much huh?”

he never thought you'd get this worked up from watching him work as he leaned back slightly in his chair, spreading his legs a little wider in invitation.

the silver rings on his fingers were visible to you as he rested one hand on his thigh.

“i do… a lot.” you whispered.

biting down on your lower lip as your pussy clenched emptily.

“you look so… dominant like this.”

his gaze darkened noticeably behind his glasses as the word “dominant” left your lips.

“such a good girl for admitting it...” he praised and you let out a shaky breath.

“since you're so distracted by my glasses and can't seem to sit still… maybe i should give you a much closer look and take care of you while i keep my glasses on, you like this idea?”

his other hand adjusted his glasses with that same middle finger push you loved so much and this time he did it almost cockily.

“yes..” you moaned softly.

“come here mama.”

he patted his thigh once with his palm gesturing to where he wants you without words.

you moved between his spread legs without a second thought but instead of simply sitting on his lap, you leaned down first capturing his lips for a quick kiss without being able to help yourself.

he deepens the kiss immediately as his hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, fingers curling into your hair possessively.

you mewled into his mouth as you tasted the coffee he had been sipping earlier along with the unique taste he always has as his tongue brushed against yours, your hands resting on his broad shoulders for balance.

“yoongi... your work—” you started, glancing at the open laptop.

when he finally pulled back just enough to speak, both of your breaths mingling together.

“work can wait a little while.. my baby needs my attention right now which is more important.” he lets out roughly.

he had no heart to ignore that pretty pussy which was calling for him.

he was aware of it.

he picks you up until your feet dangle above the ground making you gasp at the way he always manhandles you effortlessly, his hand between your armpits as he settles you over the very edge of his large desk.

your heart pounded at the feeling of your warm thighs settling over the wooden desk.

papers and a notebook shifted under your weight and the mouse slid a bit as your hip brushed against it but yoongi didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

he rolled his chair forward until he was positioned perfectly between your now spread things.

“spread your legs wider for me sweet girl, let me see you...”

you obeyed, your breathing already coming out faster in anticipation as you watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly drag them down your legs before he tossed them carelessly aside onto the floor somewhere beside him.

“mmph.”

you let out a whimper as the studio air hits your now exposed cunt, your glistening folds visible to him.

“look at this pretty pussy.”

he murmured reverently with appreciation as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning over your mound making you pant in excitement.

“so fucking wet and swollen for me... you're dripping all over my desk already and i haven't even touched you properly mm?”

his filthy words made your cheeks turn redder as you nodded, unable to deny how desperately aroused you felt.

“yes... it's all because of you and those glasses.” you croaked out shamelessly.

no longer having the restraint to keep your feelings hidden.

“i've been aching for hours.”

a coy look takes place in his face as he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your inner thigh, each one making your skin tingle also leaving remnants of his saliva as you writhe.

his free hand rested on your other thigh thumb rubbing teasing circles that inched ever closer to your center without quite reaching it while he kept his eyes on you, a grin on his lips from your reaction.

when his mouth hovered directly over your twitching clit that was so engorged it had escaped from its hood, he paused there just letting his breath brush against it.

knowing it makes you a little mad.

he could never get enough of having you in this state and all open for him so he always takes his time, having the privilege of being your man which he can never fully believe.

he's always thankful for having you so he never misses any opportunity to worship you.

“yoongi... please don't tease me too much.”

you begged as your hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.

“shh i got you baby. i'm gonna take my time with this little pussy because you deserve it.”

he whispered against you and then without further warning, his tongue which has always been incredibly skilled since the beginning of your relationship like it has a mind of its own, knew how to move in the exact way to please you.

it knew you better than yourself.

he dragged a long stripe from your dripping entrance all the way up to your throbbing clit.

“uh—ahh fuck yoongi... that feels so good.” you cried out.

your head tilts back with parted lips and he hums in approval which travels straight to your core making your walls flutter around nothing.

“mhmm you taste so fucking perfect baby... so ready for my mouth always.”

he can never get enough of the amount of honey you produce for him, he holds your plump folds apart to see more dribbles of your creamy mess leaking one by one.

“shitt.” he cursed in a dreamy sign from the way your pussy responds to him.

his tongue explored every inch of you slowly, circling your clit with quick flicks and then capturing the bud between his lips before releasing it with a wet pop and flicking it with his tongue and then sucking again.

“oh god..” you whined.

he can probably spend an entire day playing with your clit with his tongue and fingers like it's a little button.

one of his hands slid upwards under your flimsy top to cup a breast and roll the hardened nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure to double the sensations for you.

“mm... ah...”

your moans grew louder not being able to stop yourself as one of your hands fisted his hair while your legs kept his head trapped between your thighs.

“keep making those pretty noises for me… yeah… let me hear exactly how much you love my tongue on you.”

your body responds automatically as your hips rock subtly against his face.

“uh… uh… uh… yoongi your tongue feels—”

your words get interrupted with a sequel as another particularly skillful flick of his tongue lands on your clit making your back arch almost entirely off the table.

he looks up at you never stopping his mouth, drinking in your expressions as the wet noises and your whimpers of satisfaction fill the room obscenely.

it was so erotic.

and suddenly everything felt hot from the way both of you started sweating.

yoongi continued focusing on your clit using the pointed top of his tongue for a more targeted stimulation, knowing how much you love it.

like the perfectionist he was, he changed his motions based on your reactions.

you fisted one of his work sheets, unknowingly crumbling it which he didn't mind because he started eating you out even faster.

his fingers eventually joined the assault too, two digits probing your slit circling the slick opening before finally pushing inside your tight cunt in one thrust and you were so wet that he slipped even deeper on his own.

“ohh!”

you let out a surprised sob at the sudden stretch even though he's fingered you over a hundred times now but still now the feeling of his long fingers took your breath away.

his fingers immediately curled in that spongy spot deep inside you.

“fuuuuck yess right there! gosh yoongi, your fingers… it feels s-so good!”

you cried out loudly which sounded so much louder in the room as your pussy clenched on him once again.

the combination of his tongue on your clit and the way he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you has you murmuring nonsense into your hand.

you gripped the table so hard, your knuckles turned white.

sclick. sclick. sclick.

your pussy makes pornographic noises from the amount of arousal you keep on making and it is coating his hand now too, also dripping on the desk beneath you.

he groaned against your pussy, pulling away for a bit to talk but still with his mouth pressed against your labia.

“that's my good girl… so tight and greedy..”

a quiet overwhelmed scream left you when he added a third finger stretching you to your limits, increasing the pace just enough to push you to the edge without letting you tip over yet.

his glasses were starting to fog up from the heat and his own labored breaths.

the sight of it only heightened the moment for you.

“yoongi your glasses… they're getting all foggy from me.”

you panted between desperate moans as you watched him continue devouring you.

“ugh i can'tt.”

you whined as he kept on thrusting, scissoring his fingers while rubbing that soft spot deep inside your pussy like he's inspecting you on the inside.

he lifted his gaze to meet yours and you could see the lust in his eyes even though they were partially hidden behind the clouded lenses.

“yeah that's good isn't it? means i'm eating this pussy exactly right. you like seeing me like this? all foggy because of how wet and hot you are for me?”

he encourages you further with his murmurs against you as his fingers curl harder and faster now, directly sucking onto your clit as if he wants something to come out of it.

you couldn't take it anymore.

you were losing your mind.

from his words, every thrust, every suck, from his whole presence alone.

“i'm so close ahh please don't stop yoongi! i'm gonna cum so hard..”

tears welled in your eyes as your entire body tensed with the impending release.

“not yet mama. hold it just a little longer for me.”

he growled against your folds, slowing his movements for a few seconds to keep you teetering right on the edge and to keep you crying for a bit more.

then he sped up again relentlessly, three fingers thrusting deep and fast while also using his nose to grind up straight between your folds.

that's it. it happened like that.

your whole body seized and shook as the orgasm crashed over you and you crumble more of his papers on the desk and even making some files fall but you were too deep in it to notice.

“yoongi shitt i'm—i'm cumming! ahhuh yes yes oh god!” you let out a choked scream.

your cunt clenched around his fingers, fluttering weakly as gushes dripped down his hand and messily pooled on his desk.

your moans turned into cries as you clamped his head tighter between your legs and you tried to stop yourself, scared that you'd suffocate him but he grunted lowly holding you closer, which signaled how much he loved to be crushed by you.

he kept on licking and fingering slowly through the aftershocks until you were pushing his head away while letting out murmurs dumbly.

when the peak finally began to ebb leaving you breathing heavily, did yoongi slowly withdraw his fingers.

a snarl escaping him as he sat back in his chair with his chest heaving.

he held the glossy fingers up proudly and he sucked them clean while looking at you with hooded eyes, his tongue working around as you whimpered.

his glasses were completely fogged up now.

the only thing that was missing was his glasses soaked with your essence… it was one of your dirty fantasies.

and you wanted to do it.

even though you felt boneless from cumming as your body twitches with renewed interest.

you looked down at him through your post orgasmic haziness, still trying to catch your breath.

“yoongi...” you cooed almost.

“can i… can i cum on your glasses this time? i wanna rub myself all over them and make an even bigger mess… please.” you breathe out.

even in your ears, it sounded so naughty.

his eyes widened for a bit before a slow smirk took place on his lips, his tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip slowly where there were still remnants of your release.

he pushed his chair back slightly to give you space as he gripped your thighs.

“you want that baby?”

you nod eagerly with flushed cheeks.

“please...”

he lets out a hoarse laugh, closing his eyes for a bit before fixing it on your face.

“god what am i supposed to do with this dirty girl huh?” he says so adoringly that it makes you feel giddy on the inside.

“come here then use my glasses however you want. soak me, grind your cum all over the lenses... whatever you want mama.”

he helped you slide off the desk on still shaky legs and straddle his lap.

your breasts rises and falls at his words and the way he always treats all your needs as if they were his own, always exploring whatever the other wants with no judgment.

because both of you were just as filthy and downbad for each other.

that's why people say you both just fit so well.

you shuddered when your sensitive pussy hovered just above his obvious bulge that held his rock hard cock.

but he was so focused on you and making you feel good to even notice that.

instead of making you sink down on him, he placed an arm under your butt and picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist as he carried you to the couch before he settled down on it first.

he tilts his head back just enough, holding your hips steady as he looks up at you expectantly.

“go on pretty baby, rub that slutty pussy right on my glasses… mm i wanna feel every bit of it.”

the command makes your legs squeeze together as you look down at him with parted lips, your hair framing your face.

he crooks a finger in your direction so you'd come and sit right on his face.

“don't make me ask twice y/n.”

you shivered at him calling your name, he only does that when he is in his serious and strict mood.

it always makes you weak in the knees.

you didn't waste time and lowered yourself carefully until your slick folds made direct contact with his glasses.

the glass against your already overheated clit created an entirely new and different feeling.

“oh... gosh gahh yoongi... it feels weird… but so good.”

you moaned sharply, your legs settling firmly on either side of his face as he gripped your ass cheeks parting them for better access.

your hips begin to rock on their own experimentally smearing your arousal across his frame, making the glasses even more opaque as your release began to run down the sides.

he gave your ass a firm squeeze as he watched you with feral eyes.

“that's it… just like that… you're doing so well… does it feel good having my lenses rubbing against your clit hmm?”

he asked with genuine curiosity as your whines grew louder and more shakier, even you couldn't fathom that you could make such wanton noises.

“yess nghh... i-it feels amazing… knowing it's your glasses makes it so much better uh...”

he lets out an animal growl at your words, another one of his favorite things during moments of intimacy is your honesty.

your hips shuddered because you're already sensitive from the orgasm you had just a few minutes ago so it made you a little weak as your hands dug into his chest grabbing the fabric of his hoodie.

he kneaded your ass and landed a sharp spank, making you sob as he helped guide your movements up and down when he realized you're slowing down.

it was so lewd.

like you're nothing but just a sex doll and you're releasing so much liquid that it didn't take much effort, too, you were slippery enough to glide all over his glasses.

you were swimming in pleasure.

you selfishly wanted more and everything all at once.

“more… more… please more…”

“keep going mama... cum whenever you want to… make a fucking mess.” he urged.

he whispers praises for you as your tongue lolls out in ecstasy, sweat forming on your forehead as he rubs your back soothingly while your clit is getting all the unique frictions from the edge of his glass.

it felt too much like you wanted to escape from it, yet want more and more.

you yelped as you saw a bit of your arousal land on his eyelid.

“oh no! i'm sorry i'll—”

he stilled you with one hard grip on your waist as he glared up at you.

“don't you dare stop, it doesn't matter… you're not stopping.” he rasps out.

a tear streams down your face in pleasure when his tongue comes out to catch a droplet of you.

“b-but i don't want you getting hurt.. it's going to get inside your eyes.”

“continue.”

that's all he said, just that single word in his strict voice.

you knew he wasn't going to listen otherwise so your hips moved on their own.

you let out breathless cries as he guided you to move faster, your hips quivering so much you thought they'd give out.

“i can't i can't, oh god oh god, fuckk going to, going to cum.. c-cum—!” you hiccuped.

“do it, cum hard for me… come on.”

he demanded as his tongue lapped up at you in the most delicious way.

the second orgasm hits you suddenly that you had to grip the couch to steady yourself as spurts and spurts of your essence left you, hitting him all over the face.

you felt so guilty, but you couldn't stop yourself as it soaked his lips and glasses and all over.

“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!”

you cried out repeatedly, hips grinding through the climax until your body had no more energy and he guided you slowly until your forehead rested against his.

both of you breathing heavily.

after several long moments of shared breathing, yoongi removed the thoroughly ruined glasses from his face which were completely glistening with cum.

thoroughly ruined and marked.

now that the high has left you, you let out a mortified whimper at how nasty you've been and hide your face on his chest making him chuckle lowly.

he sets them aside and wraps both of his arms around you, pulling you closer into his chest.

“damn baby... you really did a number on them didn't you?”

he rubbed loving patterns on your back and you laughed breathlessly, still riding the feeling from multiple orgasms.

“sorry... not sorry.”

you got carried away and you knew it but couldn't help it.

it isn't your fault that he was so hot.

he nuzzled his face on your neck planting kisses along your cheeks and throat as you did the same to him, tasting your own release there even though he didn't attempt to wipe you off him.

he liked having you get him all messy on him.

he titled your chin up with his finger to capture your lips in a slow kiss that allowed you to taste yourself more intimately as you both groan together from it.

your hearts beating hard together and so damn connected.

“don't ever apologize for getting needy like that for me, i love it when you lose control because of something as simple as my glasses you got it?”

he looks straight into your eyes so he makes sure you're getting each of his words.

“it means i'm doing my job right.”

he grumbles against your mouth and you let out a happy sound.

he never fails to make you feel so adored and desired.

after a few more minutes of just cuddling and talking about silly stuff basking in each other and the smell of sex, did yoongi's attention finally land on the laptop screen that was still glowing with the work he had to eventually return to.

even though he'd love to spend time with you instead, take you to bed and fuck you right up and he was aching inside his jeans.

he wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine and make you wait.

making you impatient always brings out the best outcome and he also wanted to finish all his work before he could concentrate on you fully.

after a while he helped you off his lap making you pout but it soon melts away when he helps you put on the fluffy pink blanket over your legs after wiping you clean gently with tissues and even his face in the process.

your panties were too ruined for you to wear them again and he wanted you bare underneath.

he adjusted your top so you felt comfortable again, he then picked you up with the blanket wrapped around you like a roll of burrito and settled you over his lap on the chair.

he didn't want you away from him.

he gave you that lazy knowing smile, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“think i can get back to work now? or are you gonna distract me again?”

he teased, thumbing your cheek while his other hand moved for the mouse.

“hmm... depends.”

you pretend to think as you settle against his chest with a contented sigh, feeling all comfy with him.

“maybe... but no promises after i clean those glasses for you to wear them again… i might need another closer look later.” you say cheekily.

he laughs hoarsely and shakes his head.

“such a brat huh? but i wouldn't have you any other way.”

the rest of the afternoon went on like that with your eyes half open, focusing on his work that you barely understood while he gave you touches occasionally.

sometimes leaning down to kiss any part of your exposed skin until you almost purred like a kitten being petted.

this was what he lived for.

you all wrapped in him while he did his tasks, just happy to have you there and he couldn't be anywhere else in the world.

he was the luckiest man alive.

“i love you lot baby, you know that?”

you let out a small breath and cupped his cheek, placing a kiss on his nose making his eyes close with a smile.

“i know… but i love you more.”

he opened his eyes with a mocking glare.

“impossible.”

his hand brushed on the ticklish side of your stomach, making you giggle and squirm.

and you knew in your heart without any of his words spoken because his eyes spoke.

promising that the night was far from over.

that he was gonna give you all the attention you want afterward.

you couldn’t wait.

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Taehyung was the furthest thing from a clubgoer; he hated crowds, he hated the music that thumped in his chest but felt awkward to bounce to, and he didn’t like that everyone tends to get a little more stupid. He also wasn’t good at saying no. His university friend was getting married, and as one of the groomsmen, it was pretty integral for him to show up to the bachelor party tonight. 

Taehyung was fresh out of the shower: hair damp, moisturized, clean-shaven. He popped the last spoonful of his dinner into his mouth as he rinsed the last of his dishes. Quiet R&B sang through the apartment as he tidied up—he liked a clean apartment to come home to. Or maybe he was procrastinating getting ready. He didn’t even know what to wear tonight. A nice shirt, a turtleneck? Jeans? 

The blow dryer deafened him as he dried his hair. He thought about what he was going to say and who he was going to talk to. He wanted to set a strategy for his night so that he could strike a balance between seeming enthusiastic and getting to go home. What if the music was terrible and he looked bored? It will be too loud to talk. What if he comes off as rude? He puffed air out of his cheeks nervously as he got ready. Not only did he not want to go to a club, but he also didn’t know how. 

His toothbrush dangled out of his mouth as he finished styling his hair. His glasses slid down his nose bridge as he tilted his head forward to assess his hair in the mirror. He scooped out a dime-sized glob of pomade and ran it through his hair before giving it a fluff. He aimed to arrive early at ten, so he could find an excuse to leave early before his friends inevitably got wasted and stupid. He groaned at the thought of staying up so late. Ten was usually when he went to sleep. 

On top of supporting his friend tonight, he was being set up with a new girl tonight. Well, sort of. Min-woo and his fiancée, Nina, were celebrating together tonight, and both of them recommended that Taehyung meet an old classmate of theirs. His friends insisted that he needed more excitement in his life. Although he sometimes protested, he agreed: being single at thirty was not his plan. 

Taehyung had a good job in IT, a sector that he was good at, paid well, and let him work alone for most of his time. His job earned him this gorgeous high-rise two-bedroom condo that he lived in alone. His building had a well-maintained gym that he went to almost every day at six in the morning, before he would shower, eat breakfast and be out the door by 8:15. He had enough friends who kept him company when he needed it, and otherwise he liked to keep to himself. His dinner time was 7:30pm without fail, and he was happy with his “little hamster wheel of a life”, according to his friends. 

After years of being teased and worrying his parents for being chronically single, he caved and agreed to meet this friend-of-a-friend. 

She’s a nice girl who works at Kookmin Bank. Her family lives in Cheongdam-dong, and she’s from good money. Perfectly suitable as a wife, if you ask me. 

Maybe it was his introversion, or the fact that he had to abandon his bedtime tonight, but he was moving more slowly tonight. Forgive his lack of enthusiasm, but Taehyung had tried his hand with a small handful of women, and all of them would satisfy his parents, but ultimately, he felt like there was nothing there. Enough romance movies and endless hours listening to ballads wrote him out to be a serial romantic, and unfortunately, he’s only met women who were a little too polite, overly performative with their status and equally as uninteresting as him. Every woman he met was gentle and respectful to him, not in a way that made him feel appreciated, but made him feel like they pitied him. Every new introduction to another investment banker made him reel in his lack of a love life. 

“Aishh,” he mumbled to himself as he struggled to button the last cuff of his shirt. 

He looked in the mirror and adjusted his sleeves. He couldn’t figure out what to wear, so he settled on his go-to for any sort of dressy event: a crispy white dress shirt tucked into his favourite black tailored pants and a black tie. He skipped the blazer; he already looked enough like he was attending a wedding. 

Taehyung’s car arrived within ten minutes, and he took one last look in his mirror by the door and licked his lower lip. Here goes nothing.

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The club was packed, dark, and dirtier than Taehyung was comfortable with. The bouncer had IDed him, which embarrassed him. Why the fuck did he think he was younger than nineteen? Bodies bumped past him as he squeezed through the crowd, trying to find his people. The room smelled of cigarettes, spilled drinks, and sweat. The music was loud, very loud, and he thought about how his vinyl player at home always played at the perfect pace and volume for his delicate ears.

Just an hour or so, then I can head home.

“There he is!” Taehyung’s friend wrapped his arms around him and gave him a pat on the back. “I’m glad you made it out tonight. I know it isn’t your thing.” 

Min-woo was Taehyung’s classmate from university. Despite being a little older than him, the two had many classes together, and Taehyung helped Min-woo finally graduate. Gap years are crucial to finding yourself in your twenties, Taehyung-ssi. 

“Hi, Min-woo hyung,” he said with a polite smile. He shoved his hands in his pockets, letting Min-woo introduce him to a handful of other attendees. Taehyung rounded the circle with bows, handshakes, and tight-lipped smiles. Everyone else was drinking or drunk and had come with plus ones. Figures.

“Oh, and this is Soo-min,” Min-woo gestured to a petite girl standing next to him. She gave you a polite bow, and Taehyung returned the gesture. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she spoke softly under the loud music. 

Soo-min was a pretty, innocent-looking girl with light brown hair that fell to her collarbones. She wore light makeup and contact lenses that made her eyes look bigger. Her skin was very fair, and she was very thin. Her smile was symmetrical and perfectly white. Gangnam dentist, for sure. She was in a pretty dress that flowed down to below her knees, and to be honest, she looked exactly the type of girl Taehyung’s parents wanted him to marry. She also looked like she shouldn’t be here. She practically looked like him.

“Soo-min, Taehyungie here is in IT.” 

“Oh, that’s so interesting,” she said with a perfectly constructed smile.

No, it wasn’t. 

“Yeah, thanks,” Taehyung replied shyly, and he awkwardly nodded along to the beat of the music and looked around the room.

“So, you earn quite a lot then.” She continued with a small nod.

“Uh, I put a mortgage down on my condo a year ago, so,” he trailed off, fluffing the back of his hair. This felt painful. 

The music drowned out most of the conversation, but it bled on with lots of polite yeses and nos, and lots of direct questions that Taehyung felt awkward answering. What was your GPA? How big is your apartment? Where do your parents live now? 

Min-woo appeared beside him, clearly a little more inebriated than before. 

“Taehyung-ssi,” he mumbled in his ear, his breath smelling of a mix of various drinks. “She’s nice, right? Soo-min went to school with Nina; she can be a little snobbish, but hey, Gangnam money gets you a long way, huh?” He chuckled. 

Taehyung nodded before excusing himself to go to the bar and get a drink. He didn’t even drink that much; he just wanted to escape the job interview he was being subjected to with his playdate back there. 

Was it too early to try to go home? 

He made a few ignored attempts at flagging the bartender down before giving up and just standing there, lightly bobbing his head to the beat of the music.

This night was going to feel like forever.

“Hi, Tae.”

A chill went down his spine at the sound of your voice. Fuck.

He turned around to meet your eyes, and they almost immediately fell to scan your body unintentionally. You looked as beautiful as ever. It was like you knew every single little detail he liked about you and multiplied it. 

Your long dark hair cascaded off your shoulders and danced across your back, swirling and bouncing around the pretty ornaments inked into your shoulders, arms and collarbone. The glitter in your lip gloss danced under the lights as you spoke, and your lashes were full and spiky like a doll.

You wore a black top that left your tattoos and round breasts in perfect display, fuck me, Taehyung thought. Your legs looked so long in your tiny black skirt and wrapped in sheer black pantyhose, and your eyeliner wrapped your eye in a way that made you look like a cat. Like a siren. 

You smiled up at him and turned your head back towards the bar. Taehyung swallowed and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. 

You two had met last year at a mutual friend’s housewarming party, and ever since that day, you had completely knocked the wind out of Tae’s lungs. Against everyone’s–and his own expectations, and despite his attempts to keep it under control, you were exactly what he dreamed of. The perfect opposite of him, you were confident, carefree, so unapologetically seductive. The way you commanded a room so easily when Taehyung was barely acknowledged made his stomach flip. And it flipped even more when he knew that you liked seeing him.

You two had slept together for the first time several months ago, a secluded conversation at a party became roaming hands and the type of kissing that made his glasses fog up. That day was the beginning of Taehyung’s psychological torment. He knew that you didn’t do relationships, and that any attempt at getting to know you was futile. According to all factors, you were bad for him, but it didn’t stop his addiction. At any given point on any day, he would drop anything if you asked for it. And he was so ashamed to admit that he was wrapped right around your manicured finger. 

“Hello, Y/N. It’s…it’s good to see you.” He stammered. His tie suddenly felt too tight.

You didn’t even look at him, but a small smile spread on your lips, like you were saying I know. He didn’t take any offence—he felt unworthy of your gaze. You leaned over the bar and waved the bartender down with ease, the large-framed man showing up in just a few moments. 

“Anything to drink, Tete?” You swirled a tendril of hair around your finger. He blinked and turned to the bartender. 

“Uh, I’ll have a glass of white wine?” 

You giggled, and he let out an awkward laugh. God, he felt like such a loser.

“And a gin and tonic, please,” you nodded at the bartender, and he whisked away. 

“Long time no see,” you said, still watching the bar. From your peripheral vision, you knew Taehyung was staring directly at you; he could never help it. “I would never expect to see you at a club.”

“Err, I’m here for Min-woo. He asked me to be his groomsman for the wedding.”

“How sweet,” you hummed, “You’re not over there with the group?”

“No, there’s a–” Taehyung was about to tell you about Soo-min, but he held his tongue. “Just needed some space.”

You smirked. “Party not good over there?” 

Taehyung laughed a little. “It’s okay. Just a lot of people I don’t know.” 

“Nina told me she was setting you up tonight.” You turned to face him, an innocent smile splayed across your face. 

“Uh,” Taehyung faltered for a moment. “Sort of. I just met her, she’s…nice.” 

You cocked your head slightly, not convinced.

“...Nice. That’s cute. She seems like a sweet girl. I hope she’s good for you.” 

Taehyung felt a burn in his chest at your approval of his play date. He didn’t want your blessing: he wanted you.

A few moments later, the bartender returned with the two drinks. Taehyung pulled his wallet out, eager to buy you a drink. But before he could even try to pay, the bartender interrupted.

“It’s on me,” the bartender spoke directly to you, his eyes twinkling with charm. “Beautiful girls like you shouldn’t have to pay.” 

“Oh, that’s sweet, thank you,” you cooed, leaning in to take a sip of your drink, not breaking eye contact with the tall man on the other side of the bar. Your tongue flicked out to lick your straw innocently before feeding it into your mouth. Taehyung felt his stomach drop.

The bartender turned the card machine to Taehyung, the total only including his own drink. He awkwardly shoved his credit card in the slot while the bartender and you were basically eye fucking. 

“What’s your name?” The bartender continued. 

“Y/N,” you said with a smile. You tilted your head to one side, letting your hair fall over your back and reveal the bare skin of your shoulder.

“I’m San.” The man leaned a little closer to you, his biceps flexing in his fitted black T-shirt with the cuffs rolled up. “Pleasure.” 

“Nice to meet you,” you said, tilting your glass in your hands. 

“You come here alone tonight, Y/N?” San leaned in, almost whispering in your ear over the loud music. 

“I’m here with friends,” you continued, not backing down from the close distance. 

“And yet, you’re here at the bar by yourself,” San continued, smirking at you.

And I’m invisible, apparently, Taehyung thought to himself. 

“Just taking a breather,” you replied with a coy smile. 

Taehyung knew that you were a flirt, but it made his skin crawl all the same, being subjected to watching you charm someone else. He took a large swig of his wine, letting the dryness wash down his throat.

You and the bartender chatted for a few moments as the music thumped on, and Taehyung felt his chest get tight with jealousy. Over what? You barely saw each other. The last time he even spoke to you was at New Year's, when you two ended up doing a little more than talking. You weren’t his to claim.

He finished the last of his wine with a gulp and set the glass down behind him.

“Anyway, I have to go. Nice meeting you,” you turned and gave Taehyung’s tie a gentle but commanding tug. “Let’s go, Tete.” 

Taehyung’s eyebrows raised as he helplessly obeyed you like a puppy. As you pulled him through the crowd by the tie, he turned back quickly to see San looking dumbfounded. Taehyung felt a small amount of triumph that you had chosen to abandon the hot bartender for an IT guy who drinks wine at a nightclub. 

Your hand gently guided him through the crowd by his tie, and he followed you like a dog on a leash. You released your hold on him in the center of the dance floor, away from the rest of your friends.

The crowd enveloped you two, and you turned to face Taehyung, draping your arms around his neck. 

“Dance with me,” you murmured into Taehyung’s ear. He nervously looked around the room before looking down at you, your eyes glimmering with a presiding playfulness. 

How could he possibly refuse?

He quickly swiped his already sweating palms on the back of his trousers before wrapping them around your waist, swaying a little to the beat of your body, the two of you moving against each other inconspicuously. 

“So, you’re attending the wedding,” he began, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip nervously.

You hummed, dipping your head over to one side to enjoy the music. 

“Yes, I went to check out the venue with Nina last week,” you said, tilting your head back and letting the colourful lights dance across your face.

In the dim lights, your lips glistened as you spoke, and he felt like he was being hypnotized. 

You were not the type of woman his parents would necessarily approve of, but he stared at you like you were Aphrodite herself. 

“Are you…going alone?” 

You were unfazed by his question and kept swaying your head and waist with him slowly.

“Mm, probably. I don’t think it’s appropriate to go to a wedding with a guy I’m just sleeping with, do you?” 

A guy you were sleeping with. Of course, there were probably others.

He wanted to walk away; he knew it was so much better for him to fight this. Every time you saw each other, Taehyung went home with a hole in his chest. But you were intoxicating, an oasis to a dying man, an opiate to an addict, and he cursed himself for falling under your spell. 

The music transitioned into something slower, warmer, more intimate. You smiled up at Taehyung innocently and dropped your hands from his neck and turned around, your bum grazing gently against his pants as you continued moving your hips.

“This okay?” you tutted, pressing your back against his chest and moving his hands back over your hips and upper thigh.

“Fuck—“ Taehyung blinked hard, shaking his head, muttering under his breath. “Fuck me.”

“If that’s what you really want,” you purred, your hips still rolling and swaying against his pants, letting his hands park themselves on your hips, guiding you as you rocked your hips against his. 

You’re dancing on him so torturously and purposefully that Taehyung felt like he should have paid for it. He looks up at the ceiling momentarily and makes a face like he was asking God for forgiveness, before dropping his head back down to watch you with his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Y/N, what are you doing to me?” 

He had done so well for the last few weeks. He woke up early, went to the gym, slept on time, and has been very productive at work. He kept himself on a tight routine because he believed that maintaining order in his life would give him the discipline to have a good life. And the strength to stay away from you. To not crave you as he does so wildly and intensely when he’s too ashamed to admit it.

“You don’t like dancing with me, Tete?” You cooed, your arms coming up over your head to gently touch Taehyung’s shoulders behind you. 

Taehyung couldn’t respond right away. The friction of you rubbing up against his pants drove him crazy, and your hair gently brushing against his chest as you moved made his heart race. He could feel himself getting stiff in his boxers, and his eyelids got heavier as his grip around your waist moved lower ever so slightly, down to your hips. He knew that you could feel him hardening beneath you as well, and you turned your head to look back at him, flashing him a torturously innocent smile.

“Why do you do this to me?” Taehyung mumbled, speaking as softly as possible to not offend you because, even though he protested, he would die if you stopped looking at him like that.

“Because,” you let your lips graze his cheek, “you’re such a pretty, good boy.”

A breathy groan escaped his lips before he shut his mouth, trying his best to hold it together. You two remained glued to each other, his hands slowly moving lower, and lower, a little firmer. 

The song ended, and you turned around, giving him a gentle pat on the cheek. 

“I’m heading to the bathroom,” you spoke sweetly into his face, inches from his mouth. 

And with that, you whisked away and disappeared into the crowd.

Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He glanced around the crowded room, checking if anyone saw him. He was now almost entirely hard in his trousers, the material of his pants rough against his crotch and making him falter at any friction. 

He puffed air out of his cheeks. As quickly as you had appeared, you had left him here, frustrated, flushed, and wanting.

“Oh, there you are.” 

Taehyung turned around to see Soo-min, with a soft smile on her face. 

“Soo-min, hi.” 

He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to hide the tent in his pants. 

“We were wondering where you had wandered off to,” she said with a small laugh. 

Taehyung let out an awkward laugh.

“Just needed some air,” he blurted, shrugging his shoulders with feigned innocence.

“...In the middle of the dance floor?” 

“Ah–” he faltered. He was crumbling a little.

“Anyway, it’s getting late for me, I’m going to head out,” he continued, bowing slightly to Soo-min. “It was nice to meet you.”

“Already? It’s not even midnig–”

“Tete.” 

Taehyung turned immediately at the sound of your voice like a reflex. You were already smirking at him when he turned around, and he knew that he had been caught. By Soo-min, by you. No matter what he protested, no matter what he told others, you owned him. He wanted to hold his ground so badly, but his movements betrayed him, and he knew that no matter what he told himself, his body was yours. The way you said his nickname like a command, he fantasized about being at your beck and call all day. 

“Sorry, excuse me,” Taehyung murmured to Soo-min, before following closely behind you like your pet.

Although your back was to him, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you heard his footsteps behind you. Just the type of man you wanted.

The city sounds drowned out the music behind him as Taehyung stepped back out onto the pavement. The cool wind hit his face like a splash of cold water, sobering him up from the heavy spell he was under inside. 

You flicked your lighter and leaned in to light your cigarette, the orange light of the flame illuminating all the jewelry hanging from your ears. Your eyes glowed with the light, like a jaguar looking at its prey. You exhaled your smoke and took a step closer to him.

“Bring me home,” you said with a smile, draping your arms over his neck. His heart skipped a beat at your request, but he pushed those thoughts down. 

“Let me call you a car,” he offered, his hand gently holding you at your lower back, his other hand reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. He was using all of his might not to look into your eyes. “To make sure you get home safely.”

You watched while he pulled up his rideshare app on his phone. A finger came up to lower his screen, forcing him to look at you. Those eyes. Your gaze skewered him through the throat, holding any of his words hostage. 

“Gentlemen bring their women all the way home,” you cooed, pushing his phone back down. 

Tae looked at you. He was fighting an internal war against your temptation. He knew you didn’t love him. He knew that the past year was just you having fun and him being caught up in his own serial romanticism. You weren’t evil; you had made your intentions very clear, from the first time you let him fuck you in the walk-in closet at a friend’s condo during a house party. He was stronger than that now. He finished his military service, and he strengthened his mind, his body, his discipline. 

Which meant he felt even more helpless when he lost all control when you looked up at him with those eyes, smelling like vanilla and black coffee. 

Fuck it.

And just like that, the car was a few minutes away, routed back to his condo.

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The key fumbled a little in his hands as Taehyung unlocked his door. The room was dark and smelled faintly of sandalwood, the candle that he had been burning earlier. Thank god he had cleaned the kitchen before leaving. Your heels clicked on his hardwood floors behind him, and he swallowed. He couldn’t believe that this time, you were inside his own home, standing in his living room. Like you were his.

Taehyung hadn’t even gotten to turn any of the lights on before you had backed him towards his own couch, letting his legs hit the seat and fall gently onto the cushions. The glowing city view illuminated the two of you in shadows and low exposure. You straddled his lap and licked a wet line tracing his neck and jawline, causing a small whimper to escape his lips. 

You lingered over his lips for a painfully long time, testing the waters of how badly he wanted this. He shuffled under you; the weight of you against his trousers made his hard-on painfully apparent. But that was the least of his concerns with you in his lap, your foreheads pressed together.

“You look so pretty under me, angel,” you cooed against his mouth. “Kiss me?” 

Taehyung moaned against your mouth and tilted his head upwards so that your lips finally connected. 

He kissed you desperately, needy, pathetic. His lips smashed into yours like he was in a hurry. 

He pulled away and opened his eyes to look at you for a quick moment, making sure to lock eyes with you before leaning in and kissing you again. 

This wasn’t a brash decision, he was desperate for you to know. He was kissing you with intention; he wanted you with his whole body, and he needed you to know he wasn’t a compulsive man despite your lips hitting him like a drug.

He wanted you to know that when he whimpered and whined for you, he did it earnestly and without hesitation. 

And that’s the kind of attitude that got you so fucking wet. 

You let your bum grind down on his crotch, and he let out a groan into your mouth.

“Please don’t do this to me,” Taehyung begged, bucking his hips slightly up towards you. You smiled down at him mischievously and lowered yourself to the ground, now sitting between his legs on the floor.

You let him watch you intently as you unbuckled his belt, undid the clasp of his trousers, and pulled down his zipper. 

“Don’t tell me what to do.” 

You let his cock spring free, long and thick and slightly curved. Your mouth watered at the sight, and behind it, Taehyung was red in the face. He covered his face with one hand, shyness washing over him all over again, as you grazed your lips against his dick, blowing air gently over his sensitive red tip that was already leaking precum. 

“So hard already, baby,” you cooed. “Did I do something to you?” Taehyung rolled his head back, tossing his head in protest as you held his legs open with your hands, continuing to tease him.

“What a pretty cock just for me, hm?” Little praises fell from your lips as you gripped him softly, your thumb swiping up the glistening fluid dribbling from his tip. “You needed this badly, didn’t you?”

Taehyung looked at you with half-lidded eyes and a pout; his glasses had slid a little lower down his nose bridge; he looked so needy and desperate. 

“Please, Y/N. I’ll be—“ he cried. “I’m a good boy.” 

You smiled up at him before finally parting your lips and wrapping them warmly around the tip of his flushed, needy cock. Taehyung’s hips bucked up a little at the touch, and he hissed and dropped his head back. His reaction sparked something low and deep in your abdomen. You loved seeing what you did to him. Your tongue poked out, twisting and licking him like a sweet candy.

“Mmph,” he whined, his brows knitting together and his mouth forming an O. “Just like that, please, please.” 

You granted his wish, sinking your mouth deeper down on his twitching cock, the heat from your mouth enveloping him in a way that made him feel dizzy. His head was leaned back on his couch, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to memorize the way your mouth felt on him.

His hips unintentionally thrust towards your mouth harder, his cock dipping deeper towards the back of your throat. 

Ring. Ring.

Taehyung’s eyes snapped open at the sound of his phone ringing. He leaned over and fumbled for his phone on the couch before seeing who the caller was. Min-woo. 

He rushed to silence his phone, pressing urgently on the volume button. You raised your brow before sliding your mouth off of his dick with a messy wet pop. He let out an involuntary whine at the loss of contact. 

“It’s okay. Answer it.” 

“I—uh…okay,” he stammered, before reaching for his phone again. His thumb slid the answer button across the screen. 

“Ne, Min-woo Hyung,” he cleared his throat, fumbling with the buckle of his belt that hung open below his hips now. 

Taehyungie! You left already?

“Ah, yeah, I'm sorry, early morning for me tomorrow.” He looked at you apologetically as he spoke; you were straddling the floor with your skirt riding up your thigh. Tae swallowed the lump in his throat. 

Ahh, shame I didn’t get to say bye. Did you have fun? 

“Yeah, it was fun,” he mumbled. He ran his hand through his hair awkwardly, desperate to keep the conversation short. 

You flipped your hair over your shoulder and looked up at him with an evil smile, before picking up his still twitching cock again and flicking your tongue mercilessly over his flushed tip. 

Taehyung’s eyes went wider than ever as he realized what you were doing. You took him back into your mouth and swallowed the tip, engorging him in your saliva. Your one hand came up to take care of the rest of his length, pumping slowly and firmly as you milked him into your mouth. His mouth fell open as he watched you. You were a witch.

Anyway, how was Soo-min! Did you get a chance to introduce yourself? 

You heard the mention of her name through the receiver and smirked. Your tongue twisted itself around the shaft of his cock, licking a fat, wet stripe up the base. 

Taehyung stifled a groan and pulled his phone away from his face to try to hide his noises. His brows furrowed together in protest as you pulled your tongue away from his cock. A rope of saliva draped between your lips and the tip of his dick, before breaking. Your lips were flushed and wet, and you blinked innocently at him. 

“Don’t let me distract you,” you cooed sweetly, before dipping your head back down into him and continuing to swallow him whole. 

“Oh—fuck,” Taehyung whined, still holding his phone at arm's distance away.

Hello? Tae?

He snapped his phone back to his ear and cleared his throat again.

“Soo-min! Yes, she’s a nice girl.” 

She might be interested in seeing you again. You know, maybe not at a club next time. Min-woo laughed on the other end. 

But Taehyung wasn’t listening. He was watching you torture his cock with your lips and tongue, your pretty eyes staring up at him all innocently through your long, thick lashes. 

“Y—yeah. Maybe I’ll reach out to her.” 

No pressure, she says she didn’t really get to talk to you much tonight. It was probably my fault for trying to set this up at a club. 

Taehyung might as well have been deaf.

“No-no, I—appreciate your help, thank you.”

As long as I know you’re not feeling so lonely and that you’re doing okay, that’s all that matters to me. Right? 

You hummed sweetly at Min-woo’s brotherly love through the phone while you tormented his dongsaeng on his own couch. Taehyung’s eyes were absolutely glued to you, and he didn’t even process what Min-woo had just said to him. You cocked your head to the side sweetly as you dribbled all over his cock. Your hand kept pumping him at a painfully slow pace, and you nodded at him, motioning for him to keep talking. 

“Ye-yes. Hyung. I’m good,” Taehyung spluttered.

You okay? You sound strained. 

Taehyung’s heart raced with embarrassment, and it only fueled you more. You gave him a final lick on the tip of his cock before standing up. 

“Hmm, yes, I’m okay. I’m just…tired,” Taehyung managed, letting his eyes look anywhere else in the room for a moment to escape your spell for a moment. He was barely able to form coherent sentences with the view that he was watching. 

Maybe your job takes too much out of you, Taehyung-ssi. 

“I’m okay, thank you,” Taehyung murmured, his eyes closed now. He knew he wasn’t really making sense, but he didn’t care.

You weren’t done yet. You pushed Taehyung’s arm back a little to allow space for you to straddle him. His eyes pleaded with you as you lifted your skirt just enough to expose your soaked pussy to him. Of course, you were fucking commando. 

Taehyung felt like he could cry. He watched you with desperate eyes as you leaned back and propped yourself up with your hands behind you on his knees, and slowly started grinding yourself down against Taehyung’s bare cock. He twitched under you at the warmth of your wet pussy sliding up and down his length, his cock trapped between your heat and his own abdomen. Taehyung dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling and held his phone away from himself again, quiet whines falling helplessly from his lips. 

I’m just looking out for you, that’s all. 

The phone returned to his ear so that he could garble a reply.

“Thank you, Hyung,” he repeated, unable to think of anything else. 

You smiled down at him as you expertly rolled your hips forward, continuing to coat the underside of his cock with your warm, wet arousal. Taehyung’s mouth hung open with short pants as he watched the head of his own cock peek in and out from between your folds, milking pre cum out of his tip. Taehyung felt like screaming.

“I have to go,” Taehyung blurted out into the receiver. “Thank you, good night.” 

Okay, good n–

He had already hung up, his phone slipping out of his hands and hitting the ground. 

“So cute,” you cooed, continuing your motion. “You have your friend worried for you. Such a sweet boy.”

Taehyung nodded at your words, eyes still locked with what you were doing to him. 

You stood up and took his hand, and he stood up quickly, eager to do whatever you wanted him to do.

“Bring me to your bedroom, angel,” you said, the request sending Tae’s heart soaring. 

He walked with your hand in his, guiding you gently to his bedroom door. The door swung open, and he immediately got onto the large king bed, draped neatly in dark gray sheets and a little mountain of pillows.

Taehyung laid patiently on his back at the end of his bed as he watched you tug your top up over your shoulders and toss it to the ground. You looked so perfect in just your skirt, your sheer thigh-high pantyhose, and your bra. 

“Take those off,” you instructed, taking a step towards the bed. 

Taehyung quickly loosened his tie from his neck and unbuttoned his shirt all the way to the bottom before tossing them both to the floor. His trousers slid off a moment later, crumpling down to the ground. His cock sprang free, smacking himself in the abdomen with vigor.

You hummed to yourself at the view of his naked body. Of all the qualities that made him pathetic, his body definitely wasn’t one of them. 

You straddled him now, sliding further up his torso, your legs now on either side of his neck and sitting gently on his chest, pinching him between your thighs. 

“Let’s take these off too, hmm?” Your fingers reached for his glasses that now sat a little too low on his nose. 

He nodded, and you removed his glasses from his sweet little face. Except, in place of where his puppy eyes usually were, pitch-black pupils pierced through you with burning desire. Taehyung was typically calm and controlled, but his eyes were so blown out with lust that he looked like he had transformed into something else entirely. He looked like a starved dog—he might as well have been drooling. 

He was too far gone to feel ashamed now. In the everyday world, he was a quiet, polite, boring man who, other than sometimes getting hit on by the barista, lived his life completely under the radar. His friends and family treated him like he was fragile, like he couldn’t handle a thing. A ghost, a Clark Kent. 

That’s why he was addicted to you. Because while other people spoke up to him as to not hurt his feelings, and against all his wishes to keep his secret down, you knew he was a pathetic, desperately horny submissive man who needed to be bossed around and would let you step on him if you wanted to. Taehyung wasn’t a particularly exciting man, but you brought out all of his deepest desires every time you saw him, whether he liked it or not. 

You smiled and licked your lips at the sight of him. This was the man you loved fucking. Not the 5’10” nerd who spoke cautiously to everyone and apologized way too much, you knew how to unlock the man inside that ate your pussy until you tapped out and literally begged to fuck you over a balcony at the last New Year’s Eve party. 

Taehyung’s hands came up to give your bum a careful squeeze, coaxing you to lower yourself onto his mouth. 

“Baby, I’m going to make a mess of your pretty bedsheets,” you said with a small laugh. 

“Please,” he murmured, nudging you to straddle his face. “Ruin anything you want. Just let me taste you.” 

You scooted a little closer, and he lifted his head off the pillow to close the distance himself, so desperate. You let out a sharp exhale as he connects his mouth with your soaked pussy on his own. 

Taehyung ate pussy like it was his last meal. He had been practically itching for this all night, and when given the chance, he was going to cherish the taste of you.

You let out a breathy moan at the contact, his tongue lapping up your arousal in firm, long licks. His jaw closed and opened against the rhythm of your hips, drinking you up with such determination. Your fingers flew to his hair, gripping firmly enough to use as leverage as you ground your hips down against his mouth, earning a muffled moan from the man below you. 

Taehyung’s eyes were shut, and his jaw flexed as he continued to consume you, alternating between tongue-fucking you and lapping against your clit like a lollipop. Your moans fell uncontrollably from your mouth, gasoline to his fire. He pressed his nose against your folds, your symphony of sounds like praise to his humble ears. He felt like he could drown in your wetness, but he’d rather die than stop now. He was going to burrow his face so deep into your pussy that he’d taste you for the rest of the week. In this moment, he was all yours and he wanted you to absolutely use him.

His lips closed in around your clit, and he sucked gently on your clit in soft, quick pulses, making you arch your back and falter on your hips. The change in sensation made your knees buckle slightly, and your weight pinned Taehyung down into his mattress a little further, earning another moan from him into your pussy.

His hands came up to hold your hips and bum, holding you firmly against him as he continued to serve you. He held you tilted against his mouth like he was drinking out of you like a bowl, the sweetest thing he has ever been honoured to enjoy.

You felt a familiar knot form in your lower stomach, but you weren’t ready to give him the satisfaction of cumming on his face just yet.

You propped yourself up on your knees, giving him some air. He didn’t want it. He lifted his head again, trying to delve his tongue back into you, but you gently rocked your hips back to give yourself more separation. 

Taehyung looked up at you with his pitch-dark, puppy eyes, pinned underneath your legs. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, and his lips were swollen and pink. His entire chin was dripping.

“More,” he pleads. “Please let me have more.” 

“You look so pretty for me,” you praised him, and he licked his lower lip, awaiting for you to give him something more. 

Your thumb slid down to his chin, giving it a lazy wipe, before planting a firm open-mouthed kiss on his lips. Your tongue danced against his, muffling his moans with your own. You pressed down on his chin to guide him to open up his mouth. 

“Open up for me, darling,” you whispered, and he obeyed, his mouth open for you, his tongue ever so slightly peeking out. 

You leaned down towards him and brought your face so close to his, and let a warm pool of saliva drip off your tongue and land into his mouth. You spit gently into his mouth, and Taehyung whimpered at the sensation, swallowing your saliva with a soft groan. 

“Mm, Y/N,” he groaned, shaking his head in pure torment. “You’re so fucking hot.” 

He tilted his chin up towards you, silently begging for another kiss. You smiled and leaned back down, swiping your tongue along his lower lip and letting him whine against your lips. You let another pool of saliva drip into his mouth, and Taehyung drank it off your tongue. He was a puddle underneath you.

“Please let me keep going,” he begged quietly. “Let me taste you.”

“Such a good boy, hmm? Let’s not hurt your neck, baby. Get on the floor.” You lifted your leg over his face to free him from your straddle. 

Taehyung obeyed immediately, getting up off the covers and kneeling down at the foot of his own bed. The cold hardwood floor pressed against his knees, but he couldn’t notice a thing other than the way you undressed yourself in front of him, on his own bed. First, your bra unhooked, then your skirt slid down, until you were in nothing but your sheer thigh highs. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, bouncing gently against his toned stomach as he twitched at the sight of your naked body. 

You took a moment to look at him. The only light came from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the soft light emphasized every line and crevasse of his toned, built body. His hair was now dampened with sweat, his bangs stuck messily against his forehead. His eyes were wide and begging, and still dark as ever. He was on his knees with his hands behind his back, patiently waiting for you to let him please you. 

“You look so beautiful, Y/N,” he said softly, and you smiled and scooted closer to him. He gave you a soft kiss on your leg, trying to coax you to let him touch you.

“You’re going to eat my pussy from the back like a good boy, hm?” You turned around on your knees and bent forward with your bum in the air, teasing him with the view of you spread open in doggy-style in front of him.

“Yes, fuck—yes Y/N,” he spoke like he was going to cry. 

“And you’re going to touch yourself while you do it, hm? Let me hear how much I turn you on,” you almost smiled at your own torture.

“Yes–yes.” 

You smirked at him before letting him crawl up to you on his knees, and he closed his eyes as he let his tongue drag a slow, firm stripe up your fold from your clit to your opening. 

You let out a breathy moan, earning a whine from the shy, muscular man kneeling like a beggar behind you.

Taehyung was an obedient man. He kept his hands to himself as he licked you out, one hand slowly pumping himself as he felt you clench around his tongue. He groaned into your heat, the vibrations sending a chill up your spine. You moaned into the duvet as he continued to devour you, the change in angle making all the difference. Your clit was more sensitive now, and every flick of his tongue drew a whimper from your mouth. 

His hand was moving faster on himself now, and you could feel the rhythm of his hand rocking against the bed. His moans were muffled as he pushed his face in deeper, his mouth reaching every inch of your trembling pussy from top to bottom. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his breath hitching as he jerked himself off to the taste of you. “So–so sweet. So good. Let me make you cum, please. Please, baby. Please–fuck–let me spoil your pretty pussy.” 

Contrary to his everyday personality, Taehyung was awfully vocal with you. He was too shy to even use nicknames with you, but behind closed doors, he was just as dirty as you. As he neared his orgasm, his words got filthier, and he became more vocal about exactly what he wanted to do for you. 

The bed rocked a little harder at the pace that Taehyung was pumping himself, his moans spilling out clumsily. You could tell he was close.

“Your cunt is so good to me–fuck–so pretty. Cum on my tongue, please, baby. Fuck–let me–let me have it.” Taehyung was about to explode.

You took that as your cue to back off from his tongue. He let out a whimper in protest, leaning forward to try to get one last kiss in as you crawled further up the bed. 

“Come here,” you said breathily, the command in your voice growing weaker and more urgent. “Lie on your back.” 

He practically leaped up onto the bed, lying down against his own pillow in the centre of the bed. You climbed over him again, this time straddling his waist. His eyes looked at you wide and desperate, like a puppy begging for a treat. Taehyung wasn’t too convincing with his words at times, but his eyes did everything for you.  

“I’m going to ride you nice and slow, baby.” You leaned up onto your knees, sliding your dripping wet pussy up the length of his cock pressed against his abdomen one more time. “Just how you like it, hm?”

“God, yes.” 

“But you’re not going to touch me. Okay, angel?” 

Taehyung looked at you in disbelief. You were towering over him, naked and perfectly dewy with sweat and your body oil. Your hair was slightly messy but still fell around your face in a way that made his cock twitch, and your eyeliner was still perfect as ever.

How the fuck was he not supposed to touch you?

You sank down onto him, bottoming out as the tip of his cock rammed into your g-spot. You both moaned in unison before you propped yourself onto your arms and started slowly rolling your hips up and down his length.

“God, your pussy is so perfect,” Taehyung cursed under his breath, eyes dropping down to watch you slide down on his dick once more. All the shyness in him had dissolved the moment his cock delved into the warmth of your wet heat.

You gently picked up the speed, reaching a pace that matched the whimpers that were spilling out of the mouth of the closed-eyed man under you. 

“I need more,” he whined. “Please, I want–please. Need you to fuck me like I’m a good boy.” 

You smirked and lifted onto your knees before forcing yourself back down onto him, the tip of his cock ramming into you with a force that made him recoil upwards. 

“That’s it, baby. Oh my god,” he murmured, his lips pink and swollen as he bit down onto them between moans.

Taehyung let out a cry, and his hands came up to hold you by the waist, helping himself to more. You were so lost in the rhythm of riding him that you didn’t notice the rule break right away. He pushed your hips down harder against his, letting the tip of his dick knock feverishly against your g-spot. So fucking good.

You realized what he was doing a moment later, and immediately, you grabbed his wrists. His eyes cracked open, and you could tell that he didn’t feel so bad about disobeying you.

“What did I just say, Tete?” That nickname made his cock twitch inside of you. He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue. “You’re not very good at following instructions tonight, are you?”

He shook his head, cheeks flushed and only half listening. He was drunk off your pussy, rutting his hips up into yours continually, trying to feel that sensation of you milking his needy cock again. But you weren’t going to let it slide. 

You leaned over the bed and reached for the tie that he had loosened and cast off to the side earlier, the knot still tied loosely. 

“Hands,” you ordered. 

Taehyung felt his heart race in anticipation. Like a good boy, he held his wrists out to you, letting you wrap his tie around them, before you pulled the knot tighter again. The restraint of his hands made his head spin; he was so vulnerable under you, and he loved it. You could do anything to him, and he’d take it eagerly. 

“Since you can’t fucking control yourself,” you whispered, and Taehyung’s expression was a mix of guilt and a hint of cockiness. You knew he loved this.

The knot felt tight but secure around his wrists, and you took his two bound hands and pinned them up above his head. His arms flexed as he let you held him down, the tendons of his forearms protruding in a way that made you want to bite them. 

You continued rolling your hips against his, picking up the pace again, and his orchestra of whimpers and moans continued. Taehyung was, obviously, much stronger than you. But his arms stayed put anyway, the weight of your arm forcing them down just enough to drive him over the edge. 

The room was quiet, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of wet skin on skin, the erotic sounds coming from Taehyung’s lips against the accompaniment of the city sounds down below. 

Taehyung’s head knocked against his pillow helplessly as he fought against the restraint of the tie around his wrists, wanting to touch you, but also loving the sensation of being held down. He bucked his hips upwards like a dog in heat, matching your tempo as your ass smacked against his thighs.

“Yeah, angel? Are you enjoying being held down? Such a naughty boy,” you hummed sweetly. “You like this?”

“Love this, love–you,” he groaned, eyes still completely shut, his jaw clenched. Your breath hitched for a moment at the sudden sweet words, but you maintained pace.

Taehyung was too pussy drunk to think straight, just an endless stream of praise and sweet talking fell from his lips as you milked him closer to his demise. The knot in his stomach grew tighter, and his abdomen was fully flexed, his V-line prominent and hauntingly beautiful in the dim light.

“May I–please–may I cum inside your pretty pussy, baby,” he breathed. “Let me cum inside your perfect pussy?” His eyes were open again now, and they bore into you, pleading with you. 

How could you say no to those pretty eyes?

You leaned down towards him, letting his hips rut upwards and fuck you from below. 

“Go ahead, baby. Take what you need,” you whispered into his ear. The coil in his stomach snapped.

Taehyung’s orgasm crashed over him like a wave, and his vision blanked out for a moment as all he felt was euphoric bliss.

“Fuuuck,” he cried out, his arms still pinned under your hands. “God–Y/N, I’m–cumming.”

You rolled your hips against his, letting him ride out his orgasm underneath you. His skin glistened with sweat, his brows knitted together as he chased his climax.

“Y/N, I’m so–fuck–” he spluttered, your name falling from his lips over and over again like it was a prayer. 

He thrust his hips upwards a few more times before he slowed his pace and held his hands up towards you, silently begging you to remove the tie. You smiled and loosened the knot before giving him a sweet kiss on his wrists. 

“Good boy,” you whispered. “You did so well.” 

Something in his demeanour had changed. His desperation had turned to insistence, authority.

“We’re not done, though, are we, baby?” He growled beneath you before helping you up off his hips. You let out a laugh as he picked you up and moved you to the end of his bed, letting you bend over on your hands and knees.

If there was one thing Taehyung couldn’t get enough of more than going down on you, it was bending you over.

He towered over you now, his cock still hard as ever. He slid his cock right back inside you so easily, the different angle hitting your g-spot in a way that made you yelp. 

“I need to feel you cum on this cock, sweet girl,” he murmured. “I need it.” 

You were worn out, and your knees felt weak, but your pussy clenched around him feverently. Both of you moaned in chorus at the feeling of fullness inside of you. He picked up the pace again, punching the air out of your lungs with the strength of his thrusts against your backside.

“God, fuck, Tae!” you cried out, your face buried into his duvet. He loved seeing you like this for him, bent over and taking him. This view kept him crawling back to you over and over again. 

His whimpers grew more pathetic and high-pitched; he was combating his own overstimulation to please you. Your pussy milked him tightly as he felt you near your orgasm, and the intensity made him want to cry. His head fell forward, his face in a grimace, teeth clenched, and brows furrowed. Despite the hisses that escaped his mouth, his hips continued at a torturous pace, rocking you nearer and nearer to your bliss. 

His fingers came down to caress your clit, rubbing quick circles and pressing with just enough pressure to make your legs tense up. 

“God, don’t stop, Tae,” you begged. “Keep fucking me, just like this.” 

“Anything you want, baby,” he cooed, his other hand holding you around your waist, pinning your body against his tighter. 

Taehyung winced as he fucked you deeper, his cock begging for the friction to stop, but his mind was sharpened, only knowing the goal of making you finish all over him. He dug his teeth hard into his lower lip as he pushed through his own sensitivity, determined to please the beautiful vixen spread across his bed. 

Your vision was going blurry now; you couldn’t even think straight. The fire in your core burned hotter, and you felt your orgasm about to tip you over the edge.

“I’m–I’m cumming,” you cried out, as the electricity flooded your body. Every part of you shook, your legs tensed as Taehyung railed you through your climax.

“God, fuck! Taehyung,” you were drunk off his cock, letting him split you open as you felt your body turn to jelly. He rocked his hips against yours a few more times before he slowed his pace and collapsed down onto the bed together with you. 

The two of you were sprawled across his bed, his body on top of yours, and your chests rose and fell heavily in tandem, both panting in the aftermath. Taehyung’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him for comfort as he came down from his high. He stayed inside of you, a comfort you allowed and appreciated while your head spun. 

“Here, baby, let me.” Taehyung planted a kiss on your shoulder before he gently pulled himself out, a spill of your fluids mixed, dripping out of you slowly and trickling down your leg.

“Mm, that’s hot,” he murmured to himself, eyeing his own climax dripping out of you like icing off a cinnamon bun.

He slid two fingers gently between your folds, collecting the sticky white fluid up on his fingers, before opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around his digits. He let out a soft moan at the taste of you and him, a cocktail that he was addicted to. You watched in awe as he licked his fingers clean, before rounding your shoulder and lifting your chin towards his, planting a long, sweet kiss on your lips. 

When he pulled away, you looked a little shocked. This was the type of man he really was, and he only ever wanted to show you this side of him. He gave you a small smirk. Was that cockiness behind those eyes? 

“Don’t move,” Taehyung whispered, and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, leaving you collapsed and messy on his bedsheets. Your eyes slowly blinked as you took in the silence that lured you into slumber. The room was…strangely familiar. Safe. The softness of the duvet against your cheek comforted you as you came back to reality. The sheets smelled like him, a mix of his scent and the bodywash he had in his shower. 

When he returned, he had changed into a pair of light gray sweatpants and a T-shirt that fit him way too nicely for you to ignore. He held a warm, wet washcloth and lowered himself to his knees again to clean you up. He was gentle, careful not to stimulate you again, and he wiped you clean, your stomach, your bum, your back, and you felt a little flutter in your chest. 

You two had only ever hooked up in inconvenient places. Here, you were safe and warm on his bed, and he was taking such good care of you: something he was never able to do for you before. 

Your original top and skirt were tossed to the ground, and Taehyung collected them for you. The late night had grown colder, and Taehyung had brought you one of his own hoodies. 

“You didn’t come with a jacket,” he mumbled as he held the sweater towards you. “Please, take it. I don’t want you to be cold.” 

You would have turned it down, but you knew that you had ruined your skirt tonight, and you did not want to climb back into your uncomfortable corset again. Against your own typical independence, you lazily threw your arms towards him with a pout, welcoming him to drape the hoodie over your naked body for you. His eyes lit up a little, but he remained calm and quiet. He draped the large hoodie over your body, and its warmth enveloped you like a blanket, like an embrace. The familiar scent of his deodorant tickled your senses.

“This is okay?” he murmured as he guided the hoodie down your body until you were fully covered. You nodded and got up off his bed before heading over to the door of his balcony. 

The city was quieter at this hour, and the cool air felt good against your cheeks and your bare legs. Taehyung appeared a few moments later, in a cardigan and his glasses again and holding a small glass ashtray, placing it on the ledge for you. The two of you stood next to each other, staring out at the large city that stretched below you, listening to the cars and hum of the urban sprawl together.

Taehyung was sipping a glass of water, and he handed it to you, urging you to take a sip. You accepted.

“Great job tonight,” you said to him with a small breathless laugh, handing his glass of water back to him. A smile spread across his face as he took back his drink.

“You too,” he said with a smug laugh. His cockiness only really ever came out around you when you two were alone. You liked that he felt comfortable enough around you to be himself.

A silence fell between you two, comfortable and easy. 

“Can I take you to dinner?” 

“For what?” 

“I…I want to see you again.” 

“That’s sweet,” you began. “But you don’t want to take that Soo-min girl to dinner?”

He shook his head ferverently. 

“No,” he said with an awkward smile. “I only want to see you.”

You looked up at him with sympathy in your eyes. He looked at you with pure, unfiltered honesty; it almost made you feel bad for him.

“Tae,” you drawled. “We’ve talked about this before.” 

Your words were only a dull pain in his chest—he knew this already. He knew you didn’t love him when you flirted with him, when you spent your night with him, when you let him bend you over your friend’s balcony. A younger him would have let the ache bother him, but it only fueled him more now. 

You turned to step back inside to grab your bag. Taehyung was one step ahead of you: he pulled out a pack of his own cigarettes before you could find yours, and slid one in between your lips. He didn’t smoke, but he knew the brand you enjoyed and had kept the pack from ages ago when he bought it for you. The small gesture made you smile.

“I know. I’m not the man for you.”

“Mhm.”

“But, what if you’re the woman for me?” 

You laughed, letting him light the end of your cigarette for you as you took your initial drag. 

“There’s not another girl in your life, Tete? Someone who loves you and treats you sweetly?”

He shoved his hand in his pocket and fluffed the back of his hair. 

His silence was your answer: he avoided other women because he was only ever thinking about you.

“Or do you only chase the one who only lets you see her after dark and uses your body like a toy?” 

Tae felt his cheeks get warm, and he adjusted his glasses. 

“I only…want you,” he spoke towards the ground. 

A silence hung in the air as you looked over the balcony at the city below you, nursing the cigarette between your fingers. There was a shift in your expression, like a hint of pity, or something else. Taehyung watched you intently.

“I’m free on Thursday evening. You can pick me up at 8.” 

His eyes widened at your words. You have never said yes to him a day in his life for the whole time you’ve known him. Taehyung’s heart soared at your approval, but he knew better than to scare you off. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Okay.” 

You continued to finish your cigarette and Taehyung leaned over the balcony ledge with you, both of you enjoying each other’s presence and the quiet night. 

“Stay the night?” Taehyung managed to ask, all his shame and pride washed down the drain. 

You turned to look at him, cigarette smoke floating prettily around your face as you flicked some ash off the end. 

“I can run you a bath, and I have some pyjamas I can lend you, they’re comfortable, I promise—“

“Taehyung.” 

God, his whole chest ached at the way you said his name, like it was a command. 

“I’ll see you later,” you smiled sweetly at him as you ashed your cigarette out into the little glass tray he had set out for you. 

Taehyung walked you to his door and helped you back into your heels before handing you your purse. You pulled the hood of his sweater up over your hair, cocooning you in its warmth. 

You hadn’t even left yet, and he felt his chest draining.

You unlocked his front door before turning back towards him, giving him a sweet pat on the cheek. Taehyung’s eyes danced desperately all over your face, memorizing the image of you in his hoodie, comfy, messy-haired, and leaving his apartment. His heart thumped in his chest like he was going to die: it was like his withdrawals began immediately. 

“Try not to miss me too much, Tete. I’ll see you in a few days. Have a good night,” you gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before opening and disappearing out his door.

It was far too late for that. You were embedded into his skin, his tongue, his consciousness. He wasn’t going to sleep until after he saw you again. 

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

God nerdy Tete is so hot and pathetic it’s perfect

“Look at you!” the Sergeant exclaims. “Bags under your eyes, muscles aching. Do you even know what day it is?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. He halts his punches to finally look at the man behind the punching bag. He straightens his broad shoulders, glancing towards the mirror behind the man to look at himself. He recalls the way his mother told him that he looked so much like his father in his youth when he had time to visit her. 

Taehyung makes his way towards the bench press, his fellow Sergeant following after him. The military gym is quiet around this time, only a few people inside working out with headphones in. 

Taehyung lays down onto the leather bench and with bandaged hands, grabs onto the metal bar. The Sergeant stands behind him, assisting in lifting the bar before letting go and allowing Taehyung to do the rest.

“You’re single, right?” he asked, mentally counting how many times Taehyung lifts and lowers the bar. “I never see a woman around you nor do you mention anyone.”

“Why does that matter?” Taehyung questions. He continues to push the bar upwards then back towards his chest. He tries to focus on counting how many he was doing, but it’s pointless if he’s going to continue to talk.

“It matters because that could be the reason why you’re stressed.”

Taehyung doesn’t speak for a moment, continuing to lift the weights instead. There was no doubt that he was stressed. His workload increased when he was promoted to Sergeant. When he slept, it felt as though he was only resting his eyes before he had to get up early and start it over again.

That, and Taehyung was horny. There was only so much working out he could do to get his mind off of the fact that he was tired of using his hands to cum. He was also tired of forcing himself to bathe in cold showers to not only wake him up, but to get rid of the erection he woke up to every morning.

“How about you at least get a massage?” he suggests. It’s been nearly 10 minutes of silence before he finally speaks up again. “Get those kinks in your neck worked out.”

Taehyung pushes the bar up for the Sergant to take. When he does, he scoots off of the bench press and lets out a sigh. 

“Is that what you do?” Taehyung asks. “Get…massages?” He nods. “All the time. They’re good with their hands.” he says. “Here,” he proceeds to go through his sweat pockets and pull out a small business-like card. Taehyung could scoff at how serious he was. “take this.”

“Is this legal?” Taehyung couldn’t help but ask. He isn’t sure if paying for sex was something he wanted to do, either. It’s not that he judged these women - it was a job nonetheless. There wouldn’t be a business if men weren’t paying for it. Yet he’s never done anything like this before. Was this even ethical? 

“Getting massages are legal, yes.” he nods his head, widening his eyes a bit. “You just go in, give them this card, then you’ll choose who gives you a massage. What’s the big deal?”

Hesitantly, Taehyung grasps onto the card. It’s simple and only printed on it was a QR code. He glances up at the Sergeant and raises a brow. 

“Or…Scan it. It’s all digital, too.” he murmurs with a shrug of his shoulders. “We have the weekend off, you know. You should appreciate it.”

Taehyung finds all of this to be overwhelming. He felt as if he was partaking in some sort of trafficking scheme, but even that thought doesn’t stop his curiosity. He scans the code after dinner to find that the site was legitimate. There were thousands of pictures and videos of said massages and even rankings and reviews. 

Taehyung had gone down a rabbit hole of women who he could book a massage with. He’s interested when he finds that nearly all were licensed masseuses, along with pictures of each person and a brief description.

What Taehyung didn't expect was for him to take as much time as he did on the site. There were videos of the massages the girls did - they were good with their hands. The way their fingers work through kinks and muscles in deep circular motions - that's exactly what Taehyung needed.

Taehyung was adamant . He would only get a massage - no sex. That wasn’t ethical at all, he thinks. But he was willing to pay whatever if he could get a decent massage to work out the tension in his back.

Only a massage.

It was a week later when Taehyung had decided to book a “consultation” - whatever that meant. It’s how he found himself in a cool-filled office with a woman on the other side of a desk. She’s chewing gum quietly as she goes through his application and paperwork - because of course it was required he do this for a massage. 

“So what exactly brings you to us?” the woman asks, fixing her glasses as she peers up at him. 

“Just a massage.” Taehyung responds with a thin-lipped smile. He gulps, his adams-apple bobbing up and down. “Got a kink in my neck…”

The woman blinks. “Okay.” she says slowly. “Is that…all?” 

Taehyung swallows once more and only nods. 

The woman blinks again. “Okay.” The way she speaks, it comes off more as a question than anything else. “Um, have you found a masseuse on our site? If not, we can recommend some to you.” 

She places his paperwork down onto her desk and turns towards her computer. “If you’d rather look yourself, you can fill out this quick survey and-“

“You guys can choose whoever.”

Taehyung doesn’t want to seem rude. He was only here for a massage. There isn’t a point in looking further for a woman who would match his needs elsewhere because that isn’t what he was here for.

“Right…” the woman trails off. “How did you find out about us?”

Taehyung furrows a single brow. “A friend.” he deadpans. Maybe his hesitancy has the woman weary. He doesn’t want to say - “I promise I’m not a serial killer” because wouldn’t that be what a serial killer said?

“A friend?” the woman presses.

“A fellow Sergeant.”

The woman’s eyes widened a bit. She looks down onto the paperwork and scans it. “Fellow Sergeant? I wasn’t aware you were-“

“I was promoted recently.”

The woman nods her head. “My apologies.” she says, her demeanor changing to one that he couldn’t understand. He wasn’t offended in the slightest. “Our services are free for those in the military.”

“F-Free?” 

Taehyung shakes his head. 

“I’m willing to pay-“

“No need!” the woman shakes her head and raises a hand to silence him. “You and anyone else a part of the military are always welcomed here. For massages and…other stress relievers.” 

Taehyung inhales deeply. This wasn’t something he’s heard about before - then again, he was never interested in being a part of “military men” talk. He didn’t wish to hear about the amount of girls they’ve gone through and what they were allowed to do to them. He himself had a sister, and the way they spoke about women at times was off-putting.

But even Taehyung had needs and dirty thoughts that he repressed and often left to himself. 

“Would you like a massage now?” the woman begins to organize the paperwork, offering Taehyung a small grin. “If you’d like, we can have whoever of your liking to meet you at the base.”

Taehyung parts his lips a bit, unsure of how to respond. Did he want anyone coming to the base and risk being caught? Granted, it wasn’t as if he wasn't allowed to have someone - all Sergeants did. He just didn’t want to be the new gossip if anyone found out.

“I…I suppose.” Taehyung’s shoulders falter, his cheeks growing a bit hot. 

The woman smiles. “Good. You can go on the site once more and go through the masseuse’s. You can pick out the girl you’d like and the time you’d like her to be there.”

This was happening way too fast.

“Since you’re only interested in a massage, you can go through many options of massages we offer. Deep tissue is my favorite!”

Taehyung hadn’t realized he was preparing for you to go until he’s pacing back and forth in his own bedroom. After completing his duties for the evening, he was off for the weekend. That meant he could do exactly what he planned on doing. He had gone through the site prior to taking a shower and decided on you.

Taehyung had begun to feel like he was preparing for much more than just a simple massage. He had scrubbed his skin until it was flushed red, brushed his teeth and even styled his hair. He told himself it was because he didn’t want to be a filthy military man that’s been out and about all day.

Taehyung’s phone rings on his desk. It’s a notification - one he’s been waiting for. He takes a deep breath, unsure why he’s acting as nervous as he was. He’s had a massage before. If anything, he was acting like he’s never been around the opposite sex before.

You were here, Taehyung witnessed the message you sent him. He meets you at the gates and gets you signed in. The guards don’t blink an eye at him or you, but that doesn’t stop his cheeks from burning at the thought of them assuming you were here for ulterior motives.

“So,” you say just as you enter his private room -a  perk for becoming a Sergeant. “I see you’ve booked for a deep tissue massage. However, I do recommend other massages, as well, seeing as you are a part of the Military."

You’ve never been on a base before, but you’ve heard about it from other masseuses. You’ve even surprised yourself that you managed to get yourself on one - with a Sargeant, at that.

“Massages like what?” Taehyung questions. He’s dressed relaxed, a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt.

You place your bag on Taehyung’s desk, scanning your eyes around the room. It’s simple, bed in the corner, desk opposite of the bed, a door where you assume is either a bathroom or closet. Besides the bed is a small side table. You had to remember that he was a military man and barely spent any time in his room unless it was to sleep. 

“Swedish massage and possibly a sports massage.” 

Taehyung nods his head slightly. “Whatever you prefer.” he murmurs, a slight dust of pink on his cheeks. “I don’t want to keep you here all evening…”

You offer a curt smile Taehyung’s way. He’s cute, you think, and obviously new to this. He only booked a message and not the full “stress relief” service - and you were also told that this was his first booking. “It’s alright. We prioritize those in the military, especially Sargeants and higher officials!”

Taehyung blinks a few times, watching you open your bag. You remove a few items - scented oils, candles and such. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting, but he finds it fascinating just how much you hold in your bag.

“You can get undressed,” you begin, taking out a white towel from the never ending bag and handing  it to Taheyung. “and lay on your bed-”

“U-Undressed?” Taehyung stammers, widening his eyes.

“Yes.” you nod your head. You hold back the laughter you want to let out at the sight of his flustered face and wide eyes. “Don’t be worried, the towel will be covering the bottom half of you. I’ll turn around and you just let me know when you’re ready.”

Taehyung nods and just as you turn around, he has to tell himself that he needs to stop acting like a scared school boy. He’s had plenty of massages, just not one like this.

“Do you mind if I turn off the lights?” you ask, your back still turned as you continue to set your items along the desk. “I’ll turn on the candles, it adds a calmer atmosphere.”

Taehyung sheds his clothing, feeling a cool breeze flow through him. “Yeah, sure.” he responds. He wraps the towel around his waist and sits on his bed. “Do I lay on my stomach?”

You nod your head. “We’ll start with easing the tension on your back first. Are you ready?”

Taehyung does as he’s told, his cheek pressed firmly in his pillow. “Yeah.” he says softly. 

You light your candles before turning off the lights. Taehyung’s nose captures the fresh eucalyptus scent that erupts around the room. The scent alone did calm his pathetic nerves and being in dim candle light would surely hide whatever embarrassment he’d have by being touched by you.

“Would you like for me to talk or do you prefer silence?” you ask. Your voice is closer than before and Taehyung knows that you’re right beside him. He hears a click sound followed by a warm substance on his back.

“You can speak, I don’t mind.” 

“Good,” you hum. Your hands smooth the oil against his skin, rubbing it all around his back and up towards his neck. “Lavender is used to soothe and ease muscle pain.” you murmur, your voice lowering to a low and calm tone. “I’ll start with deep tissue first.”

Taehyung isn’t sure what deep tissue was, only that it was recommended to him and he blindly accepted. Your hands work around his back, digging into his skin in a way he’s never felt before that has him swallowing back a moan.

“You have a lot of knots in your back and neck, you must be working hard.” you say, easing your elbows and forearm around his muscles to ease the tension. Taehyung’s back flexes on impact, but you know by the way he softens that it’s working. “You must be stressed.”

Taehyung hums a response. He can feel the kinks in his back soothe with each passing dig of your elbow into his muscles. He lets out low, shallow breaths, his eyes slowly closing. Then, after about 15 minutes, you slow down. Your hands smooth up his spine so slowly until you reach his shoulders, gripping it slightly before letting go and sliding back down his spine once more.

“Swedish massage decreases the feeling of stress and anxiety.” you murmur. You only knew he was still awake by him adjusting himself. 

“I don’t think anything can get that feeling off completely.” Taehyung mumbles back, his eyelids heavy. His body feels so at peace now compared to the harsh training he does on the daily. He ponders how many times military men book massages - every night seems excessive. But if it was free…

“When’s the last time you came?”

You ask the question so coolly that Taehyung nearly doesn’t catch the question. When it dawns on him, he swallows, suddenly your warm hands dipping lower and lower to his waist, his body growing stiff.

“W-What do you mean?”

You’re silent for a moment, instead focusing on circling your fingers into his muscles. Your lack of response only adds to Taehyung’s wandering mind. He didn’t want to go there or think about that, but now he does. He has to squeeze his eyes shut and imagine something else besides your soft hands all over his body.

“Turn around for me, please.”

Of course you weren’t meant to make things easier for him, Taehyung thinks. Slowly, he turns around, trying to not disturb the towel around his waist. He keeps his eyes closed still, his leg lightly shaking as he attempts to think about something - anything - else.

“So?” 

Your damp hands place themselves onto his neck, your thumb rubbing circles right in the nape of it. His nose captures the lavender smell more clearer now that you’re closer to him. He lets out a sigh through his nose.

“When was the last time you came?” you repeat the question. “The paper work you filled out stated that you were single and this is your first massage.

The room, that once was refreshingly cool, now begins to grow flush. He swallows, his lips parting to answer, but Taehyung finds the answer to be far too embarrassing. 

“How about…” one hand dips into his hair. It’s longer as he hasn’t gotten around cutting it just yet. Your fingers massage his scalp while the hand on his neck continues to rub soothing circles. “...when was the last time someone else made you cum?”

And there it was. Taehyung squeezes his eyes tighter. He thinks about the time during basic training he had run so much that he had vomited all over himself, but it didn't work in his favor. Still, he feels his cock hardened beneath the white towel and all he could hope was that the room was dim enough for you to not notice.

“That long?” you giggle above him. “All that pent up frustration is going to stress you out even further.”

“I know.”

Taehyung’s cheek warms further at the sound of his own voice. He whimpered.

You find Taehyung’s nervousness cute.

“I can help you if you’d like.” you lower yourself to his face. You continue to caress his scalp, rubbing it so soft and soothingly that he cannot believe you’re talking about making him cum, an act that's the opposite of your calm, soft words and caresses. 

In the candlelight, Taehyung’s face illuminates just what he’s thinking. The tint in his cheeks and ears, the slight stutter in his voice when he spoke. 

“I-I don’t want to trouble you.” Taehyung finally opens his eyes, his dark ones looking right at you. He gasps slowly. 

“It’s not a bother at all.” you murmur. Your fingers circle lower and lower, from the nap of his neck to his collar bones. His chest is stiff and flexed when he feels your hand glide down, further teasing him with how slow you were being. “I want to.” 

“You do?” 

Taehyung feels foolish. Of course you do, you get paid for this. He ponders questioning if you get paid more for pleasuring him sexually - there’s no way you’d want to without that factor. But the more he thinks about it, the more his mind wanders into a darker place.

“You’re stressing yourself out even more.” you couldn't help but giggle. “How about you just sit back and relax. Let me take care of you, okay? Think of it as a trial period.” 

You adjust yourself, this time getting onto the bed. Taehyung watches you settle between his legs, the towel never feeling as tight as it did now. His mind races and even now he’s screaming at himself to stop acting so pathetic. This was just like a casual hookup, nothing more. 

“W-What are you going to do?” Taehyung questions. “To make me…cum?”

You offer a low grin. In the flickering light, it appears so sinisterly innocent. It’s in that moment that Taehyung understands that there wasn’t a possible way you could ever cause him to relax. Not truly, not when just the sight of you alone causes his heart to jolt. His eyes watch you unblinking as your hands, still soft and coated in the aroma oil, gently tug at his towel. He tries not to focus on the way his cock springs out, humiliatingly hard. 

If you’re surprised by how hard Taehyung is, you don’t react. Instead, your eyes focus on his cock. Veins wrap around it, the tip a rosy color that matches his cheeks, a bit of pre-cum leaking ever so slowly down the head.  

“Hah,” Taehyung’s hand digs into his sheets, gripping it so tightly into his palms that he swears he’ll rip it apart if he isn’t cautious. Your hand grasps his cock firmly, not too tight, but enough to have his full attention.

You begin to stroke his cock, up and down at a steady pace. You were a natural masseuse and you knew just how to work your hand the right way. 

Taehyung’s breathing hitches, his thighs trembling just a bit as you increase the speed, the oil acting as a lubricant that has his eyes fluttering. You flicker your eyes up to glance at the man, suppressing your own giggle. Military men were so strong, oftentimes stoic and full of muscles. And yet, they whimpered the most and melted into a puddle of their own desire right at your hands.

“Why don’t you talk to me?” you whisper, your voice only adding on to the pleasure. Your thumb brushes over his leaking tip, adding only a bit of a twist in your stroking just enough to send him over the edge, but not too much. “Tell me how I’m making you feel.”

“I feel  so…so good.” Taehyung whimpers, groaning a bit louder. His eyes squeezed shut. “You’re making me feel so good.”

“You deserve to feel good, too.” you place a hand onto his thigh, the action causing him to jump. You notice just how much he does work out, his muscles flexing with each touch - each stroke. 

“Doesn’t this feel better?”

“Y-yeah.” Taehyung pants. His stomach tightens and without thinking much, his hand captures your stroking one. It isn’t an indication to stop, however. He holds on to yours for comfort, his eyes flickering open a bit.

“You’re very pretty.”

Taehyung speaks so low that his compliment is nearly inaudible to your ears. His cheeks warm up, yet another pant falling from his lips. His eyes lower to the sight of your damp hands against his cock, stroking up and down faster and faster, the wet sounds of your hand sounding throughout the small, quiet room. 

Your thighs clench together just a bit, your own body warming up. You swallow before parting your lips. “You must be close.” you tease. “You’re gonna cum all over my hand, aren’t you?”

The way you speak to him, a grown man - Sargeant - shouldn’t have turned him on the way that it does. Dare he say it’s what exactly sends him over the edge, spiraling into a puddle of pleasure right on his bed. His hand tightens around your stroking one, his thighs trembling and he’s panting even louder now. 

Taehyung cums hard, cum spilling all over your hand just like you said he would. He’s stuttering a mountain of “fuck” and “shit”, his heart beating so fast that he swears it might explode similar to the way his cock has. 

When it’s over and Taehyung can finally open his eyes, he finds that you’re watching him closely. You offer a soft smile when your eyes meet. “Do you feel better?” you ask him, a tone so cheery that he cannot fathom how devilishly seductive you once was.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” was a never ending question Taehyung had asked you. 

It began once you agreed to remain with him over Christmas, a short break higher officials were given outside the base. It would be the first time he’d be home in over a year - away from the prying eyes of Military men who were positive you weren’t only visiting him for a massage.

Taehyung understood that after you’ve made him cum so hard by just a handjob that it was something he’d never be able to get out of his mind. It took him a week to book you again, and when he had - only for a simple massage - one look told you that he needed more than that.

That was months ago, you think, and ever since then you had been coming to Taehyung and him only, him assuring he booked you as fast as he could.

“I already told you I was, didn’t I?” you asked him, taking off your shoes at the front door. Taehyung’s home is clean and cozy, giving off a warm feeling. “Besides, you're off for a few days for Christmas. You should be relaxing.”

It was your idea, after all. At first, you told him while he was home for the holiday that you could visit him once or twice for a massage - and a stress reliever. It was Taehyung who stated that it would be easier for you to just stay with him; even if he had been balls deep inside of you (for the first time) when he said it. Once the high wore down, it was settled.

Another one of your many ideas - that Taehyung was positive was just another ploy to send him over the edge - was for him to not use his usual protection. All masseuses were on birth control, but the condoms were always a precaution. However, Taehyung is your only client.

That’s how you and he found yourself at the clinic to get further testing done just for extra measures - his idea to go outside and far from the base for extra privacy.

“I am relaxed." Taehyung responds coolly. And he looks the part, a light loose fitted shirt and pants. He’s wearing fuzzy socks - the hardwood floors too cold to go without. “It’s quiet here. I can sleep in as long as I want.” he lets out a satisfied sigh. “And you’re here with me…”

Taehyung trails it off, turning away before the awkwardness sets in as he realizes his words. 

“Let me show you around.”

Taehyung’s home is spacious for one single person, you note, but it fits his personality. He’s shown you art pieces he’s collected over the years along with some of his own artwork he has displayed. You recall during one massage session where he claimed to enjoy music, especially jazz, and witnessing the array of different vinyls he had has you intrigued. 

“What vibe are we feeling today for your first round of relaxation massage?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him, scanning through the vinyls. “I would be in a more festive mood if it was snowing.” 

Taehyung has such large windows right behind his couch that could be showcasing a winter wonderland outside. You blame global warming for that.

“Massage already?” Taehyung snickers. “You spoil me too much. I haven’t had a kink in my neck in months.”

“I take my job seriously, ya know.” you grab one vinyl and inspect it. It’s only instrumental, but knowing Taehyung, it’s what puts him in his most relaxed state. “Besides, other things could be on your mind besides work.”

“There’s always a lot on my mind.” Taehyung nods his head in agreement. He watches you hold out a vinyl for him to take. “This is just instrumental. Saxophone, drums, trumpets and such.”

“I’m aware…” you trail off, but turn your eyes away to look back towards the other vinyls. “...but, let’s see what else you have.”

You weren’t a big jazz person as Taehyung was, so the first name that stuck out to you, you took. Taehyung eyes the vinyl and a smile stretches onto his lips.

“You can’t go wrong with Frank Sinatra.” you tell him.

“You’re right about that.”

You watch Taehyung stroll towards where his record player lays. It’s quiet for a few moments until you hear the music start up, a variety of different instruments playing all at once - piano, guitars and…trombones?

Taehyung turns around, still sporting that boxy grin. He’s swaying from side to side, stepping from one foot to the other. You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He then holds out his hand for you to take. 

“I don’t dance.” you deadpan, but take his hand otherwise. He proceeds to pull you closer to him. 

“Everyone dances.” Taehyung teases. “Just step to the beat…or just follow my lead.”

You attempt to do as Taehyung says, simply because he’s holding your hand in his own so tightly. It’s just you and him here and it shouldn’t matter if you look a fool - it’s what he wants. You were here to ease the stress; and if dancing to Frank Sinatra did that then…

You follow Taehyung’s lead, swaying your hips the best you could to follow the different instruments, the vocals flowing with them in sync. When Taehyung lifts your arm and proceeds to twirl you, you follow suit, laughing at how horrible such a simple task had gone - but the second time you’ve gotten it right.

“Lean back,” Taehyung says, pushing himself away from you so he could do the same. “Now twiiiirrl back in.” 

“Why are you good at dancing?” you giggle between twirls, finding your way against Taehyung’s chest. “You’re full of surprises. Different from most military men I've been told about.”

“It’s more to me besides the military, sweet cheeks.” Taehyung holds you against him, still swaying to the music. “You’ll learn that the longer you stay here.”

Learn you did. After a few more embarrassing (on your end) dances with Taehyung, you and he sat and talked. He told you about his life before the military, about his family and upbringing and even about his dog. Learning that said dog wasn’t with him anymore had almost made you spiral, but you were here to make him relax, not the other way around. 

Taehyung spoke about his travels, stating that Paris was one of his favorite places. You listened to it all with wide eyes and genuine curiosity. 

“What about you?” Taehyung asks. Right about now, you’re laying on the couch, Taehyung between your legs and head right on your chest. Your hand is rubbing his head, fingers combing his hair. “How did you become a masseus?” 

“How? Or why?” you snicker.

Taehyung hums against your chest.

“I suppose I needed the money. I didn't really know what I wanted to do with my life.” you answer truthfully. “My life wasn’t really as grand as yours thus far.” you joke.

“I’ll get better.” Taehyung quips. He doesn’t want to push you further in speaking about something it’s obvious you don’t want to. “You still have a lot of life to live. Where is somewhere you always wanted to go?”

“Hmmm,” you hum, Taehyung feeling the vibration in your chest. You continue to rack your fingers through his hair. “not sure. Somewhere with beautiful scenery.”

“Greece.” Taehyung quips. “We should go to Greece.”

“We?” you snicker.

Taehyung lifts his head from your chest. He looks at you, his eyes a bit clouded. He offers you a low smirk. “Yes,” he says, his eyes unblinking. “It’d help us relax.”

You feel Taehyung’s hands begin to slide underneath your shirt. Instantly, you calm into his touch. You hold his eye, but your thighs clench around him to hold him close. You can feel the way his cock is beginning to harden right at the center of your core.

“You smell like vanilla.” Taehyung murmurs, further lifting your shirt up until your stomach is revealed. “Such a sweet smell for a sweet person.”

You're the first to break eye contact by rolling your eyes due to the cheeky response. You allow Taehyung to remove your shirt, his large hands immediately cupping your covered breast. You aren’t sporting any sexual lingerie - you find that though Taehyung enjoyed it, it was only for a moment. 

“I know you taste just as sweet, too.” Taehyung murmurs. “...just the thought of it…” he presses himself deeper against your clothed lower half and you can feel the twitch in his own pants.

“If you want a taste, that’s all you have to say.” you respond, batting your lashes at him.

Taehyung hums, this time coming closer to you. He presses his lips to yours softly, large hands finding their way behind your back. Your bra unclasps almost instantly, those same hands sliding up your arm and leaves a trail of goosebumps behind. The straps fall down your shoulders and soon, your bra is discarded somewhere on his living room floor. He engulfs your breast into his large hands entirely, kneading them with such passion.

You groan against Taehyung’s mouth, his tongue sliding along with yours in a heated kiss, all the way you can feel a throbbing pain right between your legs. The same one is felt by Taehyung himself, his cock twitching uncontrollably to feel your heated embrace around him.

Taehyung breaks the kiss to pepper wet kisses down your jaw towards your neck and then collarbone. His tongue pokes out to coat your skin with a possessive wet trail, dipping right between your breasts. 

Your back arches as Taehyung squeezes the mound in his hands, thumbs rubbing over your hardened nipples, dark eyes flickering up to you for a reaction. You’re so responsive to him, an action he loves. He adores knowing that you like this just as much as he does - that it isn’t just a job for you. 

“So pretty~”

Your cheeks burn. You bite the inside of your cheek, fluttering eyes watching the way Taehyung’s large hand takes possession of your breast, tugging your nipples between pinched fingers. 

“Stop teasing me.”

Taehyung snickers, swiping a pink tongue over his lips. “You’re impatient.” he says. “In that case, I want you naked.” 

Taehyung lets go of your breast and for a moment, you miss the warmth of his hands. They now tug at your pants, wasting no time sliding them down until you’re in your panties. They’re as simple as your bra was - gotten and gray, only Taehyung’s eyes lingers at the wet spot at the center of it.

“You’re already so wet, huh?” he snorts, flickering his eyes to you. “Come here.”

Taehyung leans back into his couch, motioning for you to sit in his lap. Your bottom lip juts outwards. “You’re fully clothed.”

“You want me naked?” Taehyung tilts his head, lip twitching upwards. 

You crawl towards the man, your hands at the end of his shirt and,  like he’s done with yours, you begin to lift it. There’s never a time in which you didn’t enjoy witnessing Taehyung’s body, sculptured beautifully due to his time in the military. His arms flex almost automatically, his chest rumbling with a chuckle as you discard his shirt. 

“Pants next~” you murmur, your hands going to tug at his waist.

Taehyung assists in taking off his pants. He kicks them off, only sitting in his dark underwear, his thighs just as toned as his arms. Immediately, you swing your leg around to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his. His hands lay themselves on your thighs, slowly sliding its way up to your hips. 

“This might be my favorite view of you.” Taehyung murmurs, just as slowly as his hands, his eyes take in every sinful look of you. Again, basic. No lingerie covering your body to hide the beauty underneath it. It’s what he prefers, honestly,  just you and all your glory.

“I can tell.” you murmur back, adding more pressure against his hardened cock that’s right against your clothed clit. It twitches impatiently, wanting to spring free instead of being confined. 

Large hands make their way up your sides. It causes you to shiver, rolling your neck as you rock your hips just a bit. You place your hands on his shoulders while his trickle up your back. 

“Go ahead.” 

Taehyung’s tone is husky. It tells you that he’s into it - all of it. 

“I wanna watch you rub that pussy against my cock.” Taehyung swallows the lump in his throat. “You look so pretty right now.”

“That’ll just torture you.” you giggle, but you admit you do just that. Your clit is throbbing, but you decided to go along with the antagonizing grinding, rocking your hips and rubbing it against his cock further. “I’m supposed to be your stress relief.”

“I haven’t been stressed since you've been here.” Taehyung retorts. A hand is now against your ass, squeezing it in his palm to further encourage you. “So I’ll say you’re doing amazing.”

Taehyung could never leave his mouth off of you, especially not with how well you’re rolling your hips, rapidly increasing the speed by the minute. His tongue licks along your breast before suckling a nipple into his wet mouth. This was nothing but torture like you said, but he was loving every minute of it.

Your head throws itself back, your mouth opening to release several moans. There wasn’t a need to be quiet - not here. Your moans could echo off of his high ceilings without the risk of anyone hearing the two of you.

“You’re soaking my underwear.” Taehyung pops your nipple from his mouth to quickly  capture the other one. Both hands slam against your ass now, guiding you to grind against his cock harder, his length wishing to be buried deep inside of those velvet walls instead.

Your hands trail up his shoulders to his neck, then to his hair. “Feels good,” you moan, fingers tangling into his hair. “your cock in me would feel better.”

“Not done with you yet.” Taehyung grunts against your chest.

You were unsure what that meant, but Taehyung is determined to show you. He isn’t shy in the way he handles you, a sudden display of strength that otherwise he keeps hidden. He turns you around, slamming your back against his chest. His left hand rides up from your waist, past your stomach and to your breast. He offers it a light squeeze prior to allowing it to rise towards your chin.

“I wanna feel you.” whispers Taehyung, nudging your chin towards him. “‘want you to make a mess all over me.” He captures your mouth messily, his tongue sliding into your willing one. 

While Taehyung holds your chin, assuring you cannot move away from him, his free hand slithers its way between your legs. Your moans die down against his tongue, long fingers finding their way between your soaked panties to stroke at your dripping pussy.

Your back arches just a bit, Taehyung only holding onto you tighter. His fingers curl, sliding deep just enough to tease your clenching hole, before he brings it back to swirl menacing circles against your clit.

“I’m happy you agreed to come home with me.” Taehyung breaks the kiss, a trail of saliva that once connects your two lips snaps once he speaks. “I could finally do what I want with you without prying ears.”

Taehyung’s fingers slide into you with full force, knuckles deep. You gasp out, eyes widening for a mere moment before they flutter. He begins to pump, his eyes watching your face for every reaction. 

Your pussy is squelching embarrassingly, showing Taehyung just how wet you were for him. Your pussy clamps tightly around his fingers, sucking him in. He curls them around your velvety walls,his palm rubbing against your clit for adding pleasure.

“I’ve wanted to have you like this since that first day…” Taehyung admits. You and he are comfortable now; better suited. He could admit to you those dirty fantasies he attempted to bury out of respect for you as his masseuse. “I tried to hide them, but then you wrapped those pretty little hands around my cock and I was done for.”

You’re whimpering, inside twisting and turning. Taehyung is more talkative than normal. Usually, he’d whimper and moan into your ear, speaking little. Now, his voice repeats over and over in your head as his fingers defile you, your needy pussy only wanting more and more from him.

“Am I being too rough with you, baby?” Taehyung taunts, a hungry moan in his voice that tells you everything about him. “I can’t help it. Having you alone with me now…” he trails off.

You’re dripping, arousal sliding down the curve of your ass. Your right hand is wrapped around Taehyung’s wrist, nails digging into his skin. If he feels it, he pretends not to. His hold on you is tight and it tells you that he has no intention of stopping until he wants to. 

“...I blame that place for making me this way. So insatiable for a woman’s touch…”

Taehyung’s tongue slides across the nape of your neck.

“I-It’s okay~” you manage to choke out. “You can have me whatever way you want.”

And then you say things like that, Taehyung says, that has him mind short circuiting even further. He was a man, yes, and though you and he had sex before, he was holding back. He thought of plenty of ways he wanted to take you - especially with this new stamina and strength he’s gained in the last year.

“Fuck!” Taehyung hisses, removing his fingers from your soaked pussy. 

Taehyung wastes no time in taking your words into consideration. Dare you say you enjoyed this new Taehyung, the man who didn’t have to worry about being quiet. The man who flings you around like a rag dog, now slamming your body against his (soft) coach, your back pressed firmly on it.

Taehyung positions himself between your legs, his cock at your entrance. He’s coating himself with your juices, dark hair in his eyes.

You swallow, a sudden mischievous jolt in your heart. “You don’t have to be courteous anymore. Just fuck me how you really want.”

The timbre in your words, the smirk on your lips.

Taehyung grunts. “You’d want that, huh?” He begins to thrust inside of you. So wet and warm - tight. “Don’t try to run away when it gets too much.”

Taehyung can feel that clench right around him when he speaks. You were so slutty, he thinks, enjoying every threat.

“Ah-”

You barely manage to contain yourself when Taehyung removes his cock just to thrust it back in, his hands hooked underneath your knees. He forces them nearly up to your shoulder, pumping his cock deep inside of your pussy.

Maybe you should have heeded Taehyung’s warning. His stamina was unmatched, his hips not faltering. His cock drills in and out of you with unmatched pace that you’re nearly sobbing in overstimulated pleasure, unsure of how much your pussy could truly take. Skin slapping sounds throughout the livingroom, along with the forgotten jazz music in the background.

“Ta-ae!” you gasp pathetically, your thighs quivering to shut him away, even if the pressure in your stomach bubbled. “I feel that.” Taehyung hisses. He leans away enough and lets go of your legs. Instead of giving you the break you needed, he slams his hands on your hips. He lifts your bottom half up and continues his brutal pace. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Already, ha.”

Your mouth falls open wide, your breast bouncing furiously along with his punishing thrusts. You’re trembling, unable to form true words on how amazing his cock felt right now in this new position. It’d be a lie to say it didn’t, your pussy squelches louder and louder, telling Taehyung himself your true feelings. 

“D-Don’t…” your hands reach for nothing but land on the side of the couch to sink your nails into. “...stop. Don’t stop!”

Taehyung growls, eyes darting to your pussy leaving a creamy substance around his cock, to your bouncing breast, then to your fucked out face. “I’m not, baby. Just go ahead and let go for me.” 

To be able to talk to you as dirty as he wants to. To fuck you as hard as he wants to - it was heavy. 

“Such a pretty pussy all for me, baby. I knew you’d be the perfect little slut.”

You’re squeezing him tighter and tighter, eyes fluttering. There’s a pressure in your stomach that feels like a knot, growing larger and larger until you’re sobbing louder. “Fuck,” you gasp.

Taehyung pulls out right as you cum, slamming your legs apart and forcing his face between your legs. His tongue lays onto your clit, devouring the already sensitive bud. He bobs his head back and forth, tongue flickering from your clit to your hole,  slurping and suckling.

You’re unable to take anymore, but Taehyung wasn’t going to stop until he forced enough orgasm out of you.

“‘gonna cum again!” you whimper, a hand tangled into his hair. Your hips rut against his devouring tongue, fully astonished with how truly insatiable he was - and how easy he has been going on you prior to all of this.

If you’d open your eyes, you’d see Taehyung right between your legs, buried deep. You’d see the way his eyes focus on your face, witnessing the subtle tears in the corner of your eyes. But you weren’t looking at him, you were far too busy grinding that pussy against his tongue as another orgasm bubbles over.

When you come, you’re trembling, your whole body covered in overstimulated goosebumps. 

Taehyung finds you cute. Not cute enough to not fuck you again.

Your face is in the soft couch cushion when Taehyung flips you over, your back arches and ass  up where it belongs. 

“I don’t think I could ever get tired of fucking this sweet pussy of yours, baby.”

You’re supposed to be tired, Taehyung thinks, and you are no doubt. Yet, you still have enough energy to widen your legs just a bit for him.

Taehyung enters you hard, no need for preparing as you were sopping wet, thighs covered in your own arousal. The new position allows him to go deeper than before, hitting a sweet spot with each thrust that has you yelping like a fool.

“My pretty little slut is so wet for me. You’re taking me so good.”

“Did you think I couldn’t take it?”

It’s surprising you had any back talk in you, but Taehyung likes that. He likes your determination.

“Nah, I knew you could.” Taehyung laughs, slamming a hand against your ass that has you falling deeper in the couch, but he forces your ass up in the same position. “You’d always ask for me to go harder at the base, so I’m only giving you what you asked for.”

You bite your lip, but the embarrassing moan still slides through. You were going to cum again, the most you’ve had in one single session with Taehyung. You still had the rest of the week, but that thought alone still excites you to no end.

“After I cum,” you say, opening your eyes. It takes you a few moments to move your head enough to look at the man - a minor mistake. He’s covered in sweat, but the sight of him alone has you cumming right then and there, a gush of liquid pooling out of you. “shit.” 

Taehyung snorts. “You’re so easy.”

“Put your dick in my mouth.”

“Wha-”

It was the distraction you needed to pull yourself away from Taehyung. You were a bit wobbly, your legs feeling like jelly, but you manage. Taehyung allows you to push him down against the couch so you can have your own turn between his legs.

“I’ll show you who’s really easy.” you say, ignoring the gush of arousal that pools out of you once more - you were going to have to take a serious shower after this - and grasp his cock. “You never last long in my mouth.”

Taehyung swallows - you weren’t wrong.

Your mouth captures the tip first, instantly suckling on the head as if your life depended on it. You taste yourself, the sinful act so lewd that it has you clenching your thighs together.

Taehyung is whimpering before you even take him fully into your mouth. His thighs tremble when you gurgle against him. Through lidded eyes, he watches the way your head bounces up and down, mouth capturing him hole in the right way. 

“I don’t think you’re real sometimes.” Taehyung gasps, his left leg bouncing. 

You pop the top from your mouth and instead twirl your tongue over it teasingly.

“You’re too good at this. Sometimes I think I might’ve fallen into a coma and dreamt of you.”

“You always say something cheesy when you’re about to cum.” you snort, wrapping a hand around his cock and proceeding to pump him, tongue slurping on his tip. “So easy.”

“Just for you~”

A warm substance fills your mouth like clockwork, knowing the man long enough to know just how predictable he was. 

Taehyung’s head drops onto the couch with a heavy, slightly sleepy, sigh.

You wipe your mouth, you yourself falling besides the man. It’s silent. You’re both tired, sweaty and entirely fucked out to move.

“Let’s go to Greece.” says Taehyung randomly after nearly 20 minutes of silence. You’re laying against his chest, the jazz music continuing to play in the background. 

“Huh?”

“I said let’s go to Greece.” Taehyung repeats nonchalantly. “Just for a day or two.”

“You say that as if it’s down the street.” you snort, lifting your head to look at him. “You’re so random.”

Taehyung hums. “Maybe I am.” he responds. “It should be snowing there. Don’t you want to be,” he lazily lifts a hand and does air quotations. “festive.”

You roll your eyes.

“Consider it a Christmas gift. A short trip to Greece. It’ll help me relax.” Taehyung adds a short smile to his lips. “Aren’t you here for that?”

You swallow and for a moment, contemplate it all. You stare at him for far too long that Taehyung ponders himself, questioning if this was something he should have brought up to you. He was known to be carefree at times, but did he cross a boundary-

“Fuck it, let’s go.” you say, and whatever worries Taehyung has is long forgotten.

you snapped at him. "if you can't be on time, just tell me so i can take the damn train."

his eyes narrowed at you, brows furrowing. "i'm here, aren't i? i always come get you. i don't know why you're acting like i left you stranded."

"oh my God, jungkook. it's not just about that. i was out waiting in the cold like an idiot while you-"

"while i what? work my ass off all day too? fuck's sake, y/n, i'm not your chauffeur."

and yeah, that's what caused it. whatever negative feelings you've both been feeling in the week all surfaced. by the time he parked in the garage, your voices were raised and yelling at each other.

now in the elevator, the silence between you feels worse. you can feel him staring at the side of your face, and as much as you hate to admit it – it intimidates you. 

when the doors finally open, you storm out first. jungkook follows a step behind you with the house keys jingling in his hand. when you reach the door, you wait with your arms crossed refusing to turn around. he unlocks the door without a word, pushes it open and lets you walk in first. the second he locks the door; you turn around furiously to look at him.

"i actually don't think i'm done talking about this." you say while kicking off your uncomfortable work shoes. "you think just because you showed up eventually makes it okay? i'm exhausted, jungkook. i always am, and the one thing i expect from you is that you're there when you say you'll be."

he basically throws the keys onto the counter, the unnecessarily loud sound it makes emphasises his own anger. 

"and as i told you, i got held up at work. it isn't like i was out drinking with my friends. i was working. you know, that thing we both do to pay for the apartment you're currently yelling in for no good reason?"

you laugh bitterly, reaching behind to unzip your skirt, "oh, what the hell are you trying to say, huh? you think i don't work just as hard as you do? well i do, and i would never do something like this to you."

you pull your skirt down your legs until it pools at your feet. you step out of it, so you're left in just your blouse and underwear. jungkook's gaze wanders over your figure and his eyes darken. you see the way his tongue licks across his bottom lip, and it pisses you off more because he's clearly not interested in what you said since he's checking you out.

"why the hell are you looking at me like that?" the disapproval is clear in your voice.

he takes a step closer, shrugging off his jacket and carelessly letting it fall on the floor. "like what?"

"like you wanna fuck me instead of talking about this."

he huffs out a low laugh. "can't help it. you're sexy as hell when you're mad."

you roll your eyes and turn towards the bathroom to get away from him, unbuttoning your blouse as you go. he's right behind you, and when he catches up with you, you feel the hardest, most possessive smack on your ass. you gasp and spin around, hand flying to your ass cheek that now stings deliciously,

"jungkook!"

he doesn't even look sorry, he just stares down at you with dark, heavy eyes with a smirk on his face. "i can't even lie. i wanna fuck you," he says with genuine honesty in his deep voice. "been thinking about it since you started raising your voice in the car."

your face heats up at that, and your body traitorously feels aroused too, despite how angry you still are.

"no," you say firmly. "not happening until you apologise properly ."

he scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. "you want to apologise for something that isn't my fault, something i already apologised for anyways? fine. i'm really sorry y/n. now come here."

"that's not a proper apology, you're being cynical." you turn again, walking into the bedroom, opening the last buttons of your blouse. once it's fully unbuttoned, you take it off so you're left in your bra and panty. even though it's freezing cool, you purposely take ages so jungkook can see you like this and wish.

you hear his footsteps behind you again, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you back against his chest before you can move away. he's warm and you feel his erection pressing against your ass. he dips his head down, so his lips brush your ear.

"i want to fuck you." he murmurs again needily. one of his hands slides up your stomach to graze the side of  your breast. "wanna bury myself inside you and make you forget why you're mad."

you shiver, hating how good that sounds, hating how much easily he gets you weak for him.

"no," you say, and it comes out embarrassingly weak. you turn in his arms and push at his hard chest. "not until you actually mean that you're sorry,"

his eyes search yours, frustration is evident in his eyes, but of course the hunger is more noticeable. he lets out a slow exhale, looks as if he's contemplating something, then he gives you a little smirk.

"okay," he says calmly. "let's make a deal, hmm?"

you narrow your eyes, growing suspicious. "what kind of deal?"

he steps back and starts unbuckling his belt. your throat goes dry as he opens a button before unzipping it.

"cock-warming. you sit on my dick," he says, eyes locked in yours. "just sit. no moving or anything. we stay like that until one of us can't take it anymore. whoever thrusts, grinds or anything too physical has to apologise. properly."

your breath hitches and you feel some wetness at your core at the thought of his filthy ultimatum and the challenge in his voice.

"you've lost it. why would i do something so demented?"

he pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs enough to free his cock. it's so hard and lengthy, it's got you mentally salivating. he holds it in his hand, giving himself a few strokes, and damn you're jealous that you're not the one doing it for him.

"scared you'll lose, baby?"

you swallow hard, you're stubborn but then again there's an ache between your thighs wishing to be satisfied. this is probably the dumbest deal you're about to agree to, but it does sound interesting in way you're unable to comprehend.

"fine." you say firmly.

"get on me then."

you stand there for a second, re-thinking your decision. where on earth does one even come up with this idea? jungkook walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. your eyes voluntarily drift down to his cock, hard against his stomach with the tip glistening. he carries on fisting himself while looking up at you with a little smirk. your pride is screaming at you to leave and not give him what he wants, but of course, the demon inside you is ovulating and very curious.

you huff out a breath and approach him, climbing on his thighs to straddle him. you're stubborn as ever, so you don't touch him more than you have to. your knees sink into the bed on either side of his thighs. once you're properly on him, he reaches out for your panties to help you get them off. his little touch is enough to have you aching for more of it, and that pisses you even more because you don't feel like being a sucker for him tonight.

"don't" you snap, slapping his hands away. "i don't want you looking at me, i don't want you touching me. let's just do this stupid thing."

his eyebrows shoot up, surprise and maybe a little bit shock evident on his face. "yes, ma'am." he murmurs.

he tilts his head back immediately, looking at the ceiling like it's the most fascinating thing to exist – which of course, it isn't. you are. you're undoubtedly the most fascinating thing jungkook could lay his eyes on. but now, he has to make believe that the ceiling is interesting since you're forbidden him from looking at you. his drops his hands on the mattress, fingers fisting into the sheets.

you sit up a little to get your panty off, and it sticks to your core, showing you how pathetically soaked you are already. you feel your arousal dripping down the inside of your thigh, landing on jungkook, just above his knee. his throat bobs hard and his jaw clenches tightly. he moves a bit so the tip of his cock brushes against your inner thigh leaving a small smear of pre-cum.

you glance down and he's painfully hard, his veins standing out today. your mouth goes dry. you're annoyed that your first instinct is to hold him in your hands and tease him before giving him the sloppiest head. instead, you sit back on his thighs, keeping some space between your core and his cock. his eyes are still glued to the ceiling, lips slightly parted as he breathes slowly, trying to remain neutral.

you slide one hand down your stomach, going down to your clit. jungkook quickly glances at what you're doing and his breath hitches when he sees your fingers rubbing yourself slowly. you're drenched enough that when you circle your clit, the sound is very audible to him. you let out a little moan as your fingers move through your folds, you're very sensitive so your touches feel so good. jungkook's hips involuntarily jerk and he lets out a low, frustrated groan.

"fuck," he whispers softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

you slip a finger into yourself, pumping inside slowly. the wet and filthy sounds fill the room, tormenting jungkook. you add another finger inside, imagining that it's him. though your fingers are absolutely nowhere near as pleasant as jungkook feels. he finally brings his head forward to watch you finger-fucking yourself. he makes a noise that makes you clench around your fingers. he drops his head back down on the mattress, letting out a shaky breath.

even though you're enjoying the pleasure you're giving yourself, you pull your wet fingers out and bring them up between you. without a word, you press them to his lips. he doesn't hesitate; he opens his mouth so you can insert your fingers inside for him to lick them with a satisfied groan. he licks them clean while finally staring into your eyes, sucking harder on your two digits.

when he finally lets your fingers go with a soft pop, he hoarsely speaks, "fucking hell, you're so soaked."

you don't answer him, you move forward, rising on your knees until you're hovering over him. he gets the hint and wraps a hand around his cock, holding it steady for you. you lower yourself onto him torturously slow, coating him with your arousal. he hisses, head falling back again. you finally sink down, and the stretch is perfect. your breath catches in your throat, and you moan out shakily as jungkook groans loudly.

"f-fuck," he breathes out. "so warm and perfect."

once you're all the way down, neither of you move for a while. he's buried so deep inside you, pulsing while you clench around him. your hands find his shoulders for balance, nails digging into his skin – it stings a little, but jungkook loves the feeling. his eyes are locked on your face now, gauging your reaction to this, taking note of the pleasure you're unable to hide, and the way you're clearly displeased with just sitting on him. you're his girl, he knows you through and through. you're always in the mood to fuck him or to get fucked by him, he knows very well that you're eager for some action. but of course, you're way more stubborn so you both end up sitting still, staring at each other.

the atmosphere between both of you is very tense. considering the fact that you're both still quite pissed off at each other. you're both still frozen in place, bodies intimately joined together but refusing to move. his cock throbs deep inside you and every time you clench around him, you both let out frustrated noises, putting much effort into staying still.

jungkook leans back on his elbows so he can get a good look at you. the movement causes his hips to move a bit, making his cock shift inside you, nudging a spot that has your toes curling. you whimper softly, nails digging harder into his shoulders. 

"don't move."

he grunts lowly. "trying not to, baby. fuck, this was a stupid fucking idea."

his eyes are dark and glassy, fixed on you in a way that makes you feel very intimidated. you can feel the way he's obviously holding back, see the way his abs flex and the way his thighs tense under you and the way he's trying to remain perfectly still. you lean forward, trying to steady yourself on him and the movement causes him to drag along in your walls.

"shit," he curses. "you're dripping down my balls, y/n. tell me the truth, does fighting with me get you this wet?"

he asks huskily with some teasing in his voice, and maybe even some triumph as if he's just found out something dirty about you. your cheeks burn, but you won't let him win that easily. you lean in close, lips brushing against his.

"oh, please. look at you. you're hard as fuck. literally throbbing inside me like you're about to come from me just sitting on you. so don't act like you're not just as turned on by this."

he narrows his eyes at you, tongue in his cheek as he stares st you for a moment before speaking. "i'm a guy. you're naked, soaked and sitting on my dick. of course i'm hard."

he admits shamelessly, perhaps his excuse is valid, but you're still feeling the need to be bitchy. 'bullshit." you say.

 your hips move the tiniest bit, enough to make both of you feel tingles, but not enough to count as moving. he sucks in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering. 

"you were hard in the elevator. you were hard the second i started yelling at you in the car. admit it - you like it when i'm pissed at you."

he lets out a low laugh, elbows digging into the bed as he sits up a bit more. you both let out moans when the shift causes his hips to roll again.

"fine," he rasps. "yeah, i like it. i like when you get all fired up and talk back to me. turns me the fuck on. happy?"

you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your body responded to his confession by clenching hard around him. his eyes darken and a groan slips out of him.

"but that doesn't mean i'm gonna apologise first," he adds quickly, matching your stubbornness. "you're the one who started going off about me being a few minutes late."

"those few minutes felt like hours when i was freezing my ass off waiting for you- " you abruptly stop because he purposely flexes inside you, making your thighs tremble. 

"jungkook," you warn but it comes out needy and desperate.

he smirks at you. "what? i didn't move, did i?"

"you're so damn infuriating."

"really?" he licks his bottom lip when his eyes drop to where you're both joined, before looking back up at your face. "come on, baby. move. i know you wanna ride me. i can feel how bad you want it."

yes, you absolutely do want it. you want to slam down on him and ride him hard. your pussy is throbbing, swollen and desperate. but you're not about to break first.

"no. you move, you apologise."

he groans again, closing his eyes shut as if he's praying for strength. when he looks at you again, his eyes are dark.

"you're pure fucking evil." he mutters.

his hands twitch at his sides and he has to fist them to prevent himself from grabbing your hips and fucking into you.

minutes pass by, both of you are breathing hard while staring at each other, trembling with the effort of not giving in. your hands ended up on his hard chest, feeling his heartbeat. jungkook's hands hovered uncertainly for a long time, but eventually they settled on your hips, caressing with his thumbs. you're trying not to clench around him, but every time you do, his eyes flutter and his fingers tighten on you.

you bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying hard to stifle the little whimpers trying to escape you. the still feeling of him is so overwhelming, it's making you insane, every time his cock pulses inside you has the demon inside you wanting to move.

jungkook's jaw clenches so tight you can see the veins standing out on his neck, and the sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cool weather. jungkook looks completely ruined, and the sight of him like this would have you feeling so victorious if you weren't feeling just as tortured as him.

finally your pride cracks and you plead with him. "move," you whisper. you didn't mean to say it out loud, it just slipped out.

for a moment you think he might put you out your misery and fuck you, but he doesn't.

"no," he says roughly. "you move and apologise first."

you laugh, but it's frustrated and annoyed. "you know you want this, jungkook. even more than i do."

"says the girl who's shaking on my dick." he shoots back. "you want this more than me, angel."

to prove that he's right, your body betrays you by tightly clenching around him again as if you're trying to pull him deeper inside you.

"y/n, stop fucking doing that-"

when you look at him, you notice that his eyes are almost wet, like he's on the verge of losing it. seeing him like this – jungkook, who's always so controlled and usually dominant – almost knocks the air out of you. you're so wet, it's embarrassing, arousal coating his cock, dripping down onto his skin. 

you lean forward so your forehead touches his and lips brush against his as you speak . "this is killing you, isn't it?"

he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing. "you have no idea."

"i do," you admit. "because it's killing me too."

his hands slide up your sides, caressing your skin and stopping under your breasts. you bite your lip harder, feeling the urge to roll your hips and please both of you.

after a long while, both of you still refuse to give into each other. you just stay there frustrated in place.

"i don't get it, y/n." he mutters, eyes searching yours. "why are you so fucking stubborn? i didn't do anything wrong. i was late one time. traffic was shit, i apologised in the parking lot. why can't you just say sorry and let this go?"

he raises his voice, startling you since he never ever does that. you get the urge to cry. your shoulders drop, and the fight suddenly drains out of you. your eyes start to sting and blink a few times, trying to keep it together. but your tears fall anyways. jungkook's expression breaks, his anger and frustration are replaced by deep concern and regret.

"baby-?"

you shake your head, voice wobbly when you speak. "today was awful." you whisper. "everything went wrong. my boss made me look stupid in front of the whole team, he always does that to me... i don't even want to talk about it. and then i waited out in the cold forever, and i just... i didn't mean to take it all out on you. i've been so stressed, jungkook. i'm tired. i'm sorry."

+you've never mentioned your boss and the hardships you face at work to jungkook. knowing that he'd lose his shit. but today had been a lot, too much for you. thinking about what happened causes your tears to fall faster.

jungkook sits up fully, his cock shifts in deeper and both of you want to moan at that, but now isn't the time. his hands go around you to pull you against his chest.

"hey, hey, no-don't cry. shit, i'm sorry." his voice is soft and guilty. "i didn't know it was that bad. i should've asked and listened instead of getting defensive."

he cups your face, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, but more keeps coming. he leans in and kisses them away, kissing all the way down to your jaw.

"i'm sorry, baby," he murmurs against your skin. "sorry for being later. for raising my voice just now. for not seeing that you weren't okay. i'm really fucking sorry."

he kisses you properly after his most sincere apology. his lips are soft and gentle against yours, tasting the salt from your tears. you sigh into his mouth, your hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer to deepen the kiss since you've been desperate for it. you start moving, rolling your hips and grinding down on him making you moan into each other's mouth.

"i'm sorry too," you whisper against his lips, as you lift up and sink back on him, taking him deeper. "i love you. i love you so much."

he groans, hands tightening on your waist to help guide you now as you start riding him faster now.

"fuck, i love you," he says, eyes locked into yours. they're dark and wild, making your breath hitch. "i love you, my stubborn, infuriating, perfect girl."

you laugh softly and he kisses you again, swallowing the sound. your hands are everywhere, holding his shoulders, caressing his abs and chest. his hands roam just as greedily as yours. one cups your breast, thumb playing with your nipple, the other grips your ass, fingers digging in as he helps you bounce on him.

you ride him for a long time. both of you let out loud, pleasant sounds, whispering filthy praises and apologies between kissing.

suddenly, he lifts you up and flips you over. you're on your back now, he holds your thighs firmly and makes you wrap your legs around his waist as he settles between them. he thrusts back inside you deeply, making your back arch off the bed.

"jungkook-oh-God-"

he groans at your sweet sounds, his forehead dropping against yours. 

"need to fuck you properly." he murmurs.

he starts moving faster and harder, the feeling of him has you seeing stars. he grips your thighs, bringing your leg higher around his waist and grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it hard as he pulls you against him to match his thrusts.

you touch him everywhere – hands in his hair, nails raking down his back. his mouth is everywhere on you, sucking marks onto your skin, kissing your lips hungrily. he doesn't stop fucking you perfectly. every time he pulls out and slams back in has you moaning his name out loud.

after a while, you release first, practically screaming against his shoulder. he follows a few seconds later, thrusting into you sloppily now before burying himself deep inside you and staying there while filling you up.

he half collapses on you, though he's careful not to crush you. his forehead rests on yours as you both of you pant into each other's mouths. for a while neither of you move from that position. eventually he pulls out, you both groan at the feeling of how sensitive you both are. he rolls onto his back beside you, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. you turn in his arms to place your head on his chest and throw your leg over his thigh. he holds you tightly, leaving kisses on your temple and the top of your head.

soon, you fall asleep in what you think of as your favourite and safest space – wrapped in jungkook's embrace.

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the next morning, you stir awake slowly, eyes fluttering open. once you're fully conscious, you notice jungkook's gaze on you. he's propped up on one elbow, his head resting on his hand, watching you with the softest expression you've ever seen on him. his hair's a mess, and the sheet has slipped down to his waist, revealing the red marks you left on his chest and abs. he looks so peaceful, possessive and utterly in love. it's like he's been staring at you for a long while, watching you sleep. 

you smile sleepily. he leans in slowly clearly wanting to kiss you, you mumble something about not brushing your teeth yet, but he clearly does not care. he kisses you deep and hungrily, tongue sliding inside your mouth. you a soft, embarrassed sound but he just hums, pleased and kisses you harder. his hand caresses your cheek before going under the covers to hold your waist and pull you right against him. you melt into the kiss despite your earlier grumbles about not brushing your teeth and your worries from last night about his absence.

when he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and you're both breathing hard.

"morning," he says in that rough morning voice you love, his nose brushing yours.

"morning," you whisper back, cheeks heating up.

right after that, his mouth trails down your jaw and neck, licking and nipping at your skin. he goes down lower, kissing your collarbone, between your breasts and your nipples. you gasp at the sensation, arching into him.

"jungkook-"

"shh. let me make you feel good." he murmurs.

he disappears under the sheets, moving down your body. once he's settled between your thighs, he pushes them apart gently, then kisses along your inner thigh, teasing.

after his gentle kisses, he licks you all the way from your entrance to your clit. you moan out loudly, hands gripping the sheets when you hear his hum in approval. he goes straight to work, licking you hard and circling your clit. you're soaked, arousal mixed with his saliva. you grip his hair, needing something to hold. he slides two fingers inside you, finger-fucking you slow and deep while simultaneously sucking on you.

soon enough, you're releasing while moaning his name. he doesn't stop, only when you're weakly tugging at his hair from oversensitivity does he crawl up your body, kissing wherever he can as he comes back up. once he's back up, hovering over you, he kisses you slowly. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him even deeper.

"let's take a shower, hmm?"

he doesn't wait for you to answer him, he just picks you up and carries you the bathroom for a shower. in the shower, he helps you by washing you up, soaping your body, washing your hair and massaging his scalp. you return the favour, soaping his back, his chest and down his abs, teasing him by going lower until he catches your wrist, pins you to the slippery wall and kisses you dizzy.

soon the both of you finally come out the shower, wrapped in towels while trading lazy, loving kisses that he tries to turn dirty. you playfully swat him away so you can get ready for work.

every single morning, jungkook is always much faster than you are – already dressed in suitable work clothes while you run around like a headless chicken. he makes you coffee while you dry your hair. and every time he comes to check on you, you notice how he looks at you in the mirror. it's not like the playful and flirtatious way he usually does, instead it's more observant and watchful. 

when you walk into the bedroom to get dressed, he's already sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand. he dims his screen as you step in and his eyes lift to you immediately. he watches you as you change into your work clothes, eyeing your body with an intensity that makes you heat up.

"you're staring at me, you creep." you play it lightly.

he huffs out a small laugh, since keeping his eyes glued onto you. "can't help it. you're beautiful." 

you smile shyly and reach for your blouse. as you button it, jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together.

"hey," he says softly. "can i ask you something?"

you nod, glancing at him in the mirror. "yeah?"

"your boss." he says carefully. "the one you say has been giving you a hard time. what exactly does he do to you?"

you stomach drops at the question and mention of him. some stupid part of you hoped that jungkook wouldn't have asked. but of course, he would. he's so protective over you, way too protective. you finish sliding your arms into the sleeve, focusing on the buttons so you don't have to meet his eyes.

"it's nothing," you say, trying to brush it off with a little shrug. "just typical superior bullshit, deadlines and nitpicking. the usual."

"Y/N."

the tone he uses makes you glance up at him again. his expression is calm, but there's something deeper underlying.

you force a smile. "really, kook. it's fine. and i don't really wanna talk about this. can we not do this right now?"

you focus on changing into your skirt and neatening up your hair. in the reflection you see him still watching you, his tongue is his cheek - the thing he does when he's usually pissed off and holding himself back. he relaxes himself and nods slowly.

"okay." he says without looking away.

you finish getting ready, and when you lean over the dresser to put your earrings on, he stands up and walks behind you. his hands settle on your hips, chin resting on your shoulder as he meets your eyes in the mirror again.

"you look perfect," he says, nibbling on your earlobe now.

you lean back into him. "thank you." he leaves a deep kiss on your neck before letting you go.

inside the car, he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other tracing circles on your thigh just as he usually does, except this time his hold on you is firmer and feels more protective. 

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it's been a few nights since yours and jungkook's silly argument and the insane deal that followed. at home, with him, things have been great. he's been on time for you every evening after work – sometimes waiting outside your workplace minutes before you even clock out. you know that being early for you might be challenging for him, because realistically his workload is a bit more demanding than yours is. but he loves you more than enough to go to that length to please you. of course, in return you reward him with sloppiest head or whatever else he finds pleasant. and whatever he finds pleasant – you do too. so basically, you two have spent the last few days fucking like rabbits.

you wake up slowly and a bit disorientated. your body is aching in best way possible. of course, the first thing you do is reach out for jungkook craving his warmth, but you're met the feeling of the empty sheets instead. you lift your head, seeing that the time on the clock is 2:18AM. his side of the bed is empty and cold, as if he's been gone for a long time, it makes you feel uneasy.

you sit up, rubbing your eyes, trying to listen for any noise to indicate that he's around. but there's nothing, just silence. you get off the bed to stand up and head toward the door with the intention of going downstairs to hopefully find him there. but just as you open the door, jungkook's already opening it from outside. you scan him immediately, sensing something off. even in the dark, you notice that his attire – he's in outside clothes, like he's just been out somewhere.

when he notices you, he jumps, startled. your stomach drops, not liking his reaction.

"hey," you say softly. "where were you?"

he's stunned for a few seconds, then forces a small smile. "just stepped out for a smoke. couldn't sleep, didn't want to wake you."

you instantly catch in that he's lying. he doesn't smell like smoke. he could've gone to smoke on the balcony. and who in their right minds would dress up just to go out to smoke?

you step toward him anyways, reaching out for a hug since you're still desperate for his warmth you couldn't have due to his strange absence. but he doesn't meet you halfway to bring you into his embrace, instead he leans in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you can fully process it.

"go back to bed, baby." he murmurs. "i'll be with you in a minute."

you search his face in the darkness with your heart beating a little too fast. "kook..."

"i'm just gonna shower quick," he says, already walking past you toward the en-suite bathroom. "just wanna wash up. go lie down, okay? i'll be right there."

he closes the door behind him before you can say anything. you stand there, staring at the closed door, listening to the shower starting up...

soon, you climb into bed and pull the covers up to your chin, lost in thought. where has he really been? and why is he lying to you?

      ୨ৎ

later on, you wake up feeling jungkook's lips on your shoulder, he leaves a kiss there, then another on the nape of your neck. his arm is over your waist, fingers drawing patterns on your stomach.

"morning, beautiful." he murmurs in his rough voice.

he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose, your forehead then your lips. you hum into the kiss, enjoying it, but your mind wanders to how he lied to you in the early hours of the morning – how he was supposed to be in bed cuddling you but was absent in bed, and walking in from somewhere else instead.

but right now, you don't want to think of that, he's kissing you so affectionately and loving, it has your mind going blank. 

he breaks the kiss to speak, "sleep okay?" he tucks strands of hair behind your ear.

"yeah," you lie a little, but smile anyway. "you?"

"slept so good after having you back in my arms." he kisses you deeper again, rolling you onto your back so he can hover over you, one of his thighs slide between yours. "you feel so good in the mornings. i could stay here all day."

you laugh softly, fingers threading into his hair. "we have work, unfortunately."

he groans loudly at that, burying his face in your neck. "unfortunately, we do."

he kisses you one more time, then rolls out of bed, stretching - you eye his delicious figure as the shirt rides up, revealing his body underneath it. you watch him walk out the room and down the hall. your suspicions from the morning aren't so worrying now. maybe you just overthought it, maybe he really just needed air.

you get up eventually, already dreading this day. you love your job, just hate your boss. over the past few years, you've been working at your job, he's tormented you and made most of your days a living hell. all because you refused to sleep with him. you could've reported him to hr, but it's unfortunate that the old hag is too powerfu. any of the poor other women who had gone through what you do and were brave enough to report it ended up jobless.

you've worked so hard to get to where you are, yes, you're qualified and deserving of a higher position, but the bastard has rejected you many times. your current position is forced to suffice, and it's something you can't afford to lose, so you have to endure all that he puts you through. the idea to tell jungkook has always called out to you, but he's way too crazy over you. if he knew what goes on, you're sure he might end up a killer. so, you've stupidly decided to keep to yourself.

you shower, do your hair and change, and by the time you're done, jungkook is as well. he's leaning against the counter sipping coffee, eyes lighting up when he sees you.

"fuck," he says quietly, setting his mug down. "you look way too good for that place."

"flattery won't get me to call in sick."

he steps close, hands going to your hips to pull you into him.

"worth a shot."

jungkook fixes your collar while you button his sleeves, you neaten his hair while he zips your skirt up properly, his fingers lingering on your thighs as you two have a small make out session.

by the time you make it to the car, you're both a little untidy and laughing at nothing. he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with you to leave kisses on your knuckles every now and then. 

once he parks outside your workplace, he turns to you. "come here," he instructs.

you lean over the console, expecting a quick kiss but it's definitely not quick. his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you deep. his tongue slides into your mouth, tasting you. you gasp into the kiss, fingers fisting into his shirt, making him groan before kissing you harder. he squeezes your thigh, pulling you closer.

your lipstick is definitely smudged and your hair's probably a mess. you giggle breathlessly when he pulls back to let you catch a break.

"jungkook," you laugh, wiping his bottom lip with your thumb.

"you're gonna make me look unpresentable."

"that's okay," he says before stealing one deeper kiss from you. "then everyone will know you're mine."

you roll your eye with a racing heart, but of course you have to leave with one last peck. afterwards you get out the car, neatening yourself up before making your way inside. he watches you the whole way with a soft, possessive smile on his face.

the office feels different when you walk in. it's quiet in a weird way. your desk is still the same, everything exactly in place. but it's devoid of its usual tense, suffocating atmosphere. people glance at you as you pass, some offer small smiles. but no one is gossiping as they usually do. your boss's office door is closed with the lights off.

"hey," your only friend here at work says as she appears at your cubicle holding two coffees. "you okay?"

"yeah?" you say, confused. "why wouldn't i be?"

she leans in, lowering her voice when she speaks. "did you hear about mr kang?"

your stomach tightens at the mention of his name. "no...what happened?"

"i heard he called in this morning. said he had a 'family emergency' and won't be in all week. but-" she glances around before whispering softer. "someone said he was at urgent care last night. bruised and bloody... looked like he got attacked or something."

your heart stops, lia keeps going, oblivious. "weird, right? he's never missed a day...and hr sent an email - assignment of duties. everyone's freaking out a little."

you stare at your computer screen, fingers frozen on the keyboard. for some unknown reason jungkook's face flashes in your mind... or perhaps, deep down the reason isn't entirely unknown, but you're choosing not to consider it.

                 ୨ৎ

during the day, you've buried yourself in emails and reports. at about 3pm, you receive a new email, subject : reassignments. the email comes from director park – director park who's levels above your boss. to say you're nervous to meet with him is an understatement, but anyways you smooth your skirt, and make your way to the executive floor.

director park's assistant smiles when you arrive and waves you right in. inside, director park stands to greet you before gesturing to the chair across from his desk. the kindness and bright smile on his face eases your nerves immediately.

"y/n, thank you for coming. i'll get straight to it." he slides a folder across the table.

"effective immediately, you're being moved the senior strategics projects role. heard it's something you've applied for before."

your soul leaves your body – from hearing the greatest news. that role. the one you've always dreamed of getting. the one your prick of a boss rejected you for, even though you were perfectly qualified for it and suited for the roll.

"i... i don't understand," you manage to say in disbelief. "i thought the decision was already–"

he holds up his hand. "things changed. after an incident that i'm unable to get into detail about, i've done reviews on the workers here and find that your work is exceptional. you've really earned this, miss y/n."

tears prick at your eyes, you blink hard, trying to keep it together.

"this is... this is everything i've wanted. thank you. thank you so much."

he smiles, sliding a tissue over to you.

"congratulations. hr will send the formal letter this afternoon."

         ୨ৎ

by the time work is over, you're practically on cloud nine. you rush out the doors, eager to see him and bear the news. jungkook is leaning against his car in the pickup zone with his hands in his pocket with a smile already on his face as if he knows a little secret.

you start running toward to him, he pushes off the car just in time, catching you as you launch yourself at him. your legs wrap around him and he holds you steadily under your thighs as you bury your face in his neck.

"i got it, jungkook, i got i," happy tears fall onto his neck. "the promotion. the one i've always wanted."

he pulls back to look at you, grinning happily. "baby–" he laughs, spinning you around before setting you down but keeping you close. "holy shit, i'm so fucking proud of you."

you're crying happy tears again, laughing through it. "i can't believe it, kook."

he kisses you hard and you kiss him back, not thinking for a second that he may be one of the reasons you've so suddenly gotten this promotion.

                             ୨ৎ

at home, jungkook cooks your favourite dinner and gets out the most expensive wine you have to celebrate properly.  you both eat together then sip the wine until you're both tipsy and giggly. after some time, you both sloppily kiss each other. jungkook can't stop touching you, pulling you onto his lap with his tongue down your throat. when he pulls back, he's looking at you as if you're his everything and more.

"you're glowing," he says, staring at you with glassy eyes. "i've never seen you this happy."

you straddle him fully then, arms around his neck with your forehead against his. "because of you too. with you, everything is possible." you slur a bit.

his hands tighten on your hips; he looks so utterly satisfied hearing those words. again, he kisses you deep and passionately.

later on, when the wine bottle is empty, he carries you to bed. both of your clothes are taken off in record speed since he's eager to fuck the living daylights out of you.

he fucks you slow at first, eyes locked on yours as he said the sweetest things to you, about how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how proud he is of you and how no one else could ever compare to you. after that, he goes faster and rougher. his hips thrust into you so passionately, you screamed out.

he'd take you in so many positions, had you in so many different angles, you discovered just how flexible you are. you and jungkook are always adventurous in bed, and with him you've discovered just how feral you truly are in bed. but tonight you've shocked yourself by how long you're going on for, you've released so many times. yet you can still go on.

he's got you on your back again, thrusting into you. his forearms are braced on either side of your head, caging you in. he's sweaty, the red marks you left on his chest are standing out completely - you don't think you've seen something so ethereal in your entire life. again, his eyes don't leave yours, he's staring down at you with that proud and possessive lovesick look he's had all night.

you're already so close, thighs trembling around his waist. gasping every time he bottoms out. your hands grip onto his shoulders, sliding up to tangle in his damp hair to pull him down for a messy kiss. he groans into your mouth, pounding into you harder.

"my perfect girl," he rasps against your lips roughly. "you're finally getting everything you deserve."

you whimper, arching into him, too lost in the overwhelming sensations to catch the weight behind his words. he slows down a bit, just to get in nice and deep and stay buried for a while. his hips circle in a way that feels so good, it has your eyes fluttering shut.

he speaks close to your ear, licking your earlobe, "no one's ever gonna stand in your way again, baby," he murmurs. "no one will ever hurt you and get away with it, i'll make sure of it. just like i did with him."

your eyes snap open, he doesn't stop moving. he cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek tenderly.

"i told you i'd take care of you," he whispers. "and i always keep my promises. i'm just sorry i didn't take care of it sooner."

  ────୨ৎ────

the air inside the moving car was cool due to the air conditioner.

the city went on in the distance but here in this hidden corner.

it felt like the world belonged only to the three of you.

you sat in the backseat beside taehyung, who was manspreading and basically taking up all the space but you didn’t mind.

your heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

the car smelled slightly of leather and their masculine colognes, making you feel heady.

your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your short skirt, a habit that didn’t go unnoticed by the men.

jungkook who had been driving glanced at you through the rearview mirror, his dark eyes catching yours for a fleeting moment before he smirked.

“you’re awfully quiet back there, princess.” he teased.

his voice laced with amusement.

“what’s got you so shy tonight?”

taehyung lounging beside you chuckled deeply, his arm casually dropped over the back of the seat.

his fingers brushed the nape of your neck

“she’s always shy at first, isn’t she?”

there was a warmth beneath his tone but with a mocking edge that made your cheeks burn.

“don’t worry, we will fix that.”

you bit your lip, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

the relationship between the three of you had been going on for months now after being classmates in the university—a friends with benefits deal that somehow worked.

they were both dominant, confident and entirely too obsessed with you… and not to mention possessive.

they were too skilled at unraveling you every time while you the introverted timid girl, blushed at their every behavior.

you found yourself craving their attention more than you'd ever admit.

jungkook pulled the car into a secluded area before turning off the engine.

the silence that followed next was heavy with unspoken promises of what's about to happen next.

he turned in his seat gaze locking onto you, a predatory glint in his eyes.

“you know.”

he says, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“i think i’m done driving for now.”

he opened the door, stepping out and within seconds he was sliding into the backseat on your right.

effectively trapping you between him and taehyung.

your breath hitched as jungkook settled, his thigh pressing against yours.

“much better back here.” he murmurs.

his hand immediately finding your knee, his touch sending a spark of heat straight to your core.

“don’t you think so?”

taehyung's fingers still lingering at the back of your neck tightened slightly making you gasp.

“oh definitely.” he agreed coyly.

his voice dropping an octave.

“gives us more… room to play.”

you swallowed hard, your shyness making it difficult to meet their eyes.

“g—guys.” you stammered.

“we’re supposed to be studying tonight remember?”

jungkook laughs, the low rumbling sound making your stomach flip.

he leans closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he breathes hotly.

“the only thing we’re studying tonight is you, sweetheart.”

taehyung's hand slid to your shoulder, thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin.

“you’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

his lips curl into a smirk.

“look at her, kook.”

jungkook's hand on your knee slid higher, his fingers twisting the hem of your skirt inching it up to expose the soft skin of your thigh.

“bet she’s already wet too.”

his tone drips with confidence.

“aren’t you, baby? tell us?”

you squirmed pinned between their solid frames, your cheeks pink.

“i don’t know…” you breathe

your voice tremble from embarrassment and need, your thighs pressing together instinctively.

“don’t know?”

taehyung's hand moved to your chin, tilting your face toward him.

his intense eyes bored into you with authority in their depths.

“don’t lie, princess. we know exactly what you're feeling.”

before you could respond, taehyung's lips were on yours and coaxing a whimper from you.

his kiss was slow at first, almost tentative.

his tongue brushed against your bottom lip seeking entrance and when you parted your lips, he deepened the kiss.

his tongue entered tangling with yours, exploring your mouth with a sensual rhythm that made your head spin.

each stroke of his tongue had your body melting under his touch.

at the same time, jungkook's lips found your neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your pulse point.

his tongue flicked out, tasting your skin and the wetness of it made you shiver.

he sucked gently at the sensitive spot below your ear and you moaned when his teeth grazed lightly.

the dual sensation—taehyung's deep possessive kiss and jungkook's hungry exploration at your neck.

it was overwhelming and your body was caught in it.

“fuck, you taste so good.”

taehyung gruffs out against your lips as he pulls back enough to speak.

his hand slid into your hair tugging to tilt your head back, giving him better access as he kissed you again.

harder this time.

tonguing your mouth, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip.

you whimpered at the sting, gripping his shirt and he swallowed the sound.

claiming you.

jungkook chuckled against your neck as his lips trailed lower, sucking at the delicate skin of your collarbone.

leaving red and purple marks that you knew would linger tomorrow.

“she’s already making these noises.” he said lowly.

“you like this, don’t you? being stuck between us like that?”

you couldn't form words as you panted, mind hazy from their attention.

instead you nodded weakly, your hands clutching at taehyung's shirt bunching the fabric, as jungkook's fingers slipped beneath your skirt.

brushing against your inner thigh lightly, fingers inched higher until they grazed the edge of your panties.

you couldn’t stay still, your chest rising and falling.

“let’s switch.” jungkook says suddenly.

pulling back to meet taehyung's gaze, eyes dark with intent.

“i want a taste of her mouth.”

taehyung grinned releasing your lips with a pop, leaving them swollen.

“go ahead. i’ll keep myself busy in the meantime.”

he looked down at your body with a wicked look as he shifted his attention lower.

his hands already moving to explore.

jungkook didn’t waste a second, his hand cupping your face as he pulled you into a kiss.

his lips were more demanding than taehyung's, his tongue diving into your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.

he kissed like he was trying to eat you alive, his lips bruising yours.

“mmph!”

your moans were muffled against his mouth as his hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he devoured you.

meanwhile taehyung's hands roamed all over your body, fingers tracing your waist and the dip of your hips before settling on your thighs.

pushing your skirt even higher and revealing your panties completely.

the cool hair hit your exposed skin as his hands kneaded your thighs, thumbs brushing closer to your clothed pussy with each movement.

taehyung drank in the sight of you all while groping you roughly and you struggled to keep up with jungkook's kiss.

jungkook pulled back from the kiss, lips glistening as he looked at taehyung.

“patience, man. we’ve got all night to ruin her.”

“ruin her?” taehyung chuckles hoarsely.

his hands sliding higher.

“oh.. we are gonna take our time. make her beg for every second of it.”

“taehyung.” you sign out.

your thighs shook as jungkook's hand slid to your other thigh, mirroring taehyung's and soon you found yourself guided onto taehyung's lap.

your legs straddling his thigh.

the hard muscle pressed against your cunt through your panties, the friction immediate and electric

“ohh ahnn.”

your eyelids flutter as your hips start rocking on their own, the sensation making you throw your head back.

“hmm... look at you.”

jungkook scoffs as he watches you hump against taehyung's thigh, desire written on both their expressions.

as they watched how desperate you are.

taehyung's hand gripped your hips, guiding your movements to his liking.

“that’s it, baby.”

he encouraged you, eyes locked on yours.

“ride my thigh like a good girl. let me see how much you want this.”

his fingers dug into your hips tightly, making you move faster, the pressure of his thigh against your clit has you shaking.

your breaths coming in short needy gasps.

your lips parted.

the friction was maddening.

the rough denim of taehyung's jeans rubbing deliciously against your thin panties, your arousal soaking through and making each movement slicker.

you even stain some of your wetness on him but you're too lost in it to care.

your hands braced against his chest, nails digging for balance as you rocked against him seeking the pleasure with every roll of your hips.

the car felt too small and too hot, you were sweating with your hair sticking on your face.

your pleased noises and their low teasing voices filling the space.

the two men leaned back watching you do your thing, bouncing on his thigh like a horny little girl.

their eyes half lidded, struggling to control themselves.

they just want to pin you down and fuck you senseless.

stuff you full with their cum.

but you're not going anywhere and time is there, so they wanna take it slow.

jungkook leaned closer, biting your earlobe and used his tongue against it to soothe the pain.

“you’re making a mess, sweet girl.” he hums.

amusement dripping from his voice.

“soaking his thigh already. you’re dripping through those little panties, aren’t you?”

you whined at his words feeling shameless but you couldn’t stop your hips from grinding harder.

too consumed in both of them.

taehyung's hands slid up to your sides, slipping through your shirt to cup your breasts through your bra.

his thumbs brushed over your nipples making you arch into him.

he squeezed one tit gently fingers kneading the mound and you mewled, your hips stuttering against his thigh.

“these are absolutely gorgeous.”

taehyung's voice appreciative as he pushed your shirt up, exposing your bra.

his fingers expertly reached behind and unhooked it, letting it fall loose.

your breasts spilling out into his waiting hands.

both men groaned in unison, their eyes fixed on you.

their hunger palpable.

having no patience at all, his hand immediately finds one of your breasts feeling their weight before his fingers roll your nipple between them.

your nipples are already hard into aching peaks and their relentless handling made it almost painful, your brows peaking at the center as you pressed down harder on taehyung's thigh.

“ohh, j—jungkook.” you stuttered.

your voice broke as his fingers pinched and tugged at your bud, all while taehyung cupped your ass lifting his thigh to press it harder between your legs.

your body writhed under their combined attention.

taehyung's fingers teased your other nipple.

he rolled it between his thumb before flicking it at a quick pace that has you keening.

his eyes locked on your face, watching every reaction.

“she’s so sensitive.”

taehyung grunts with a snicker.

“look at how she’s responding, kook. we’ve barely even started and she’s already a mess.”

“such a needy little thing.”

jungkook's fingers tightened on your nipple pinching it so hard that you cried out, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car.

“bet she’d do anything we want right now.”

they shared a deep laugh and the humiliation turns you on even more as your eyes close, feeling wetness pool at your panty.

it was clinging lewdly to your pussy folds.

your moans grew louder, body arching into their hands as they continued.

taehyung's finger circled your nipples, caressing the areolas as jungkook's mouth leaned toward your other breast, his lips closing around your nipple.

sucking hard as his tongue flicked the sensitive bud.

the wet heat of his mouth combined with taehyung’s unstoppable fingers was too much and your body couldn’t keep up with the humping.

you were so close to the release yet so far.

“you’re so good for us…” jungkook husks out.

his teeth graze your nipple and you sob, your hands tangling in his hair.

you were falling apart.

all because of them.

taehyung's fingers didn’t stop teasing your nipple alternating between rolling and pinching, his other hand guiding your hips to keep you moving against his thigh.

“our perfect girl.”

he growls approvingly.

the pleasure building to an unbearable peak, your body trembling violently.

but they weren’t done yet.

jungkook's hand slid down your stomach, his fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your panties, touching you through the thin material.

“shit, she’s drenched.”

he pressed his fingers against it, feeling the wetness that had seeped through.

he rubbed slow deliberate circles over your clit, finding it perfectly nestled between your folds.

the fabric adding an extra layer of friction.

your clit quivered as your hips bucked towards him, a high pitched whine leaving your throat.

“i can practically hear how wet you are mm... can’t even control yourself, can you?”

jungkook whispers.

you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes at the intensity.

“please.” you beg.

your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breaths.

“please, i need—”

“what do you need, princess?”

taehyung asked as he twisted your nipple harder making you gasp, your body jerking against his thigh.

“use your words.”

“i… i need to cum.” you managed.

your words reduced to a broken cry as jungkook's fingers pressed harder against your clit.

the slow teasing circles driving you wild.

“please, i can’t take it anymore.”

jungkook smirks, lips brushing your neck.

“not yet, baby. you don’t get to cum until we say so.”

taehyung's hand slid down to join jungkook's, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your panties.

“let’s get these off.”

“i wanna see that pretty little pussy.”

a shaky exhale whooshes out of you as taehyung slides your panties down, the fabric catches briefly on your thighs before they tug it free.

leaving you bare except for your skirt bunched around your waist and your unhooked bra which hung loosely around your shoulders.

jungkook's hands spread your thighs wider as far as they would go, exposing you completely and he growled at the sight.

the cool air brushing against your bare cunt and their stares made you squirm, but the men held you spread pinning you in place.

taehyung's jaw clenches at the sight, eyes black pools in lust.

“fuck, look at her.” taehyung growls roughly.

his fingers brushes over your puffy folds teasing but not entering, the light touch sending shivers through you.

his fingers glided through your wetness using it to slick your pussy, outlining it with agonizing slowness.

his touch almost featherlight.

“so wet, so fucking perfect.”

jungkook's hand soon took over not wanting taehyung to have all the fun, his fingers spreading your folds exposing your clit directly and using his thumb to stroke it.

the movement just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to push you over.

“she’s so tight.” taehyung rasps.

as he dipped just the tip of his finger inside you before pulling out, you fisted your own hair, feeling helpless.

it was like your body was at their mercy.

“she’d feel so damn good around my cock.”

jungkook nods, his thumb pressing against your clit holding it there and you gasp, your hand shooting out to grab his wrist.

though you didn’t push him away.

“ahh fuck…” you panted.

“we will find out soon enough.”

his voice low and promising.

“but first let’s see how much more she can take.”

taehyung's fingers slid inside you right after those words, stretching you with a slow thrust.

“oh taee!” you squealed.

he groans in return feeling you wet inside, his fingers curling against your walls, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

he moved his fingers deliberately, pumping in and out with a rhythm that sent you spiraling.

he would also twist and scissor his fingers almost like preparing you for what's about to come next.

jungkook leaned down, his lips marking hickies on your neck and cleavage while his fingers played with your hard nipples.

sucking hard and using his tongue to ease each mark.

your hands clutched at their shirts, desperate for something to anchor you.

taehyung's fingers moved faster, thumb brushing your clit in time with his thrusts.

your mind struggled to keep up with so much stimulation, a drool trickling down from the side of your mouth.

jungkook's mouth was relentless, so were taehyung's fingers.

you murmured expletives as both of them filled with sly satisfaction at how responsive you were, watching you writhe between them.

but their actions never slowed.

“you’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you?” jungkook questions.

“yes yes, please.”

you nodded frantically, body shaking as a tear streamed down your flushed face.

“i’ll take it. i’ll be good just please—let me cum!”

“not yet.”

jungkook murmurs against your breast.

taehyung's fingers pumped quicker, which was almost torturous.

he found your g-spot with every pump but kept his pace just slow enough to keep you from cumming.

jungkook slid down his fingers, circling your clit.

tears streamed down your cheek as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

your pussy clenching around taehyung's fingers, desperate for release.

you were overstimulated from being teased for so long that you wanted to scream for not being able to cum.

“please please, just let me cum. i—i’d do anything,” you babbled.

jungkook pulled back, his eyes dazed watching you plead for them.

“such a pathetic little slut.” he rumbles.

his tone degrading but laced with a strange affection and taehyung voices his admiration as well.

a glare in his expression, almost angry with restraint.

“crying because she wants to cum so bad. you’re ours, huh?”

“yes.” you wailed.

your voice breaking as you rutted against taehyung's fingers, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

your shame and shyness all gone.

you just wanted to cum.

“i’m yours. i beg, i need you.”

they exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them.

taehyung pulled his fingers out, jungkook moving away as well and you felt your heart break, a wounded sob leaving you.

your pussy clenching on nothing, feeling empty as ever.

“no, why—”

“shhh… be patient.”

taehyung orders.

jungkook shifted unbuttoning his black shirt and tossing it aside, revealing his toned chest and the tattoos over his arm.

the sight makes your mouth water.

taehyung followed suit, taking his red long sleeved shirt off that joined jungkook's on the car floor.

leaving both of them shirtless.

your hands reached out instinctively tracing the lines of taehyung's chest, the muscles hard under your fingers.

your fingers linger on the ridges of jungkook's abs, caressing the tattoos over his arm.

“so strong…”

you cooed almost to yourself, voice reverent as you felt both of them and their solid pulsing muscles.

jungkook lets out a guttural noise, his hand catching yours and guiding it lower to the bulge straining against his jeans.

you cupped it, feeling how hard he was and his hips bucked at your hands.

“you think we’re strong, mhm?”

his eyes glinted with mischief.

“show us how much you mean it.”

taehyung's guided you off his lap, positioning you on your knees between them.

“go on, baby.”

his voice slurs in desperation, his commanding eyes locked on yours.

“show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

you hesitated for only a moment before your hands reached for taehyung's belt, unbuckling it with shaky fingers.

his jeans slid down revealing his hard cock throbbing with need, the tip glistening with precum.

you whimpered at the sight, your pussy still dripping from not being relieved but you wanted to be a good girl.

wanted to please them.

you leaned forward, your lips brushing the tip and taehyung groaned, his hand tangling in your hair guiding you closer.

the salty taste of him made you moan, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

at the same time jungkook moved behind you, hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself.

“bend over, angel.”

you obeyed bending forward, your lips parting to take taehyung's cock into your mouth.

he was big and you had to open your mouth wide to take him in, his thickness filling your mouth.

your tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper, taehyung's hand tightened in your hair.

his hips moving into your mouth, controlling your movements.

behind you jungkook's hands spread your ass cheeks, groaning as he saw how much slickness had gathered in your cunt, your clit swelled.

and just above that, your tight hole clenched rhythmically under his gaze.

he unbuckled his jeans freeing his heavy cock, the tip brushing against your pussy as he used it to run up and down your slit.

tapping your clit with the head of his cock until you made muffled noises around taehyung's cock

you were in a vulnerable position but it excited you further, your pussy clenching as it anticipated jungkook's cock.

“fuck, you look so good like this.” jungkook mutters.

as he pressed himself closer against you, cock sliding through your slick folds.

you let out loud moans around taehyung's cock as jungkook pushed inside you, his cock filling you inch by inch.

it was overwhelming.

the fullness of him stretching your walls, the heat of his cock pulsing inside you as you felt each of his veins.

he moved slowly at first letting you adjust, his hands gripping your waist as he snarled.

“so damn tight.” jungkook scoffs.

he began to move, his thrusts deep each one pushing you further onto taehyung's cock.

“you feel so good, baby. taking me so well.”

he hits the back of your throat and you gagged, tears streaming down your face unstoppably now.

you felt like a toy being used for their pleasure and it turned you crazier, if that was even possible.

your hand bracing on taehyung's thigh so you don’t fall.

taehyung murmurs filthy praises as you try your best to suck him, your tongue working the underside of his cock with every bob of your head.

your hands fondling his balls.

“that’s it, princess.” he breathes.

“suck me like you mean it.”

you were a mess.

as jungkook's thrusts grew harder and faster, pounding into you.

the car filled with the sounds of your combined noises, their groans and the wet slick of your pussy around jungkook's cock.

and the obscene sound of your mouth working taehyung.

jungkook's hand gripped your ass so tightly you knew you'd bruise, each one of his thrusts hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

taehyung growls, his own hips pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“look at how she’s taking us both like a little whore. so fucking greedy for it.”

you sobbed at his words as jungkook held your cheeks apart, seeing his cock slide in and out swiftly.

“fuck her harder, kook. make her cry.”

taehyung grins at jungkook, who chuckles lowly and dives harder into you until you were almost falling on taehyung.

you couldn’t breathe, your mind was blank.

you were breaking.

the only thing you were capable of was crying, not knowing if you wanted them to stop or keep going.

but you trusted them to never hurt you and you loved every second of it.

the way they made you feel so wanted… so needed.

jungkook's hand slid up your back, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing your face down on taehyung's cock which made taehyung groan deeply in approval.

“she loves it.”

jungkook looks at taehyung, a brow raised.

“loves being used like this. don’t you, baby?”

you couldn’t speak, only let out a broken scream on taehyung’s cock and all your noises were adding extra stimulation to his cock.

taehyung neared his release.

“gonna cum in that mouth.” he roars.

his cock twitching against your tongue.

jungkook's thrust grew erratic, his release close as well.

“shitt i’m close.” jungkook rasps.

his cock slammed into you with a force that felt like he reached your stomach and your nails dug into taehyung's thigh.

almost drawing blood.

“gonna fill you up.”

your orgasm crashed over you almost blindingly, a tremor went through your body as you came, a wail tearing from your throat.

as your pussy milked jungkook's cock, mouth tightening around taehyung.

you couldn’t breathe so you pulled your mouth off him with a pop, breathing heavily as taehyung gripped his cock palming it.

“tongue out.”

taehyung looks at your swollen lips.

he was already close so a few strokes made him cum, his hot sticky release shooting out on your waiting tongue.

“swallow it.” he ordered.

his hand holding your head in place.

“don’t waste a drop.”

you obeyed swallowing every bit as jungkook's thrusts slowed, eventually his cum spilled inside you, coating your walls.

he grunts hands loosening their grip on your hair as he rides out his release while taehyung pats your head lovingly.

you cleaned every drop on his cock, gulping and pulling away with a string of saliva connecting you to his cock before breaking.

jungkook pulled out slowly and you collapsed against taehyung's chest, your body limp and trembling.

jungkook's hands gentle now as he cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your lower lip.

“such a good girl. you did so well for us.”

your stomach flutters at the praise as you lean onto them, your breasts still heaving from your lack of breath.

taehyung's fingers brushed through your hair.

“look at you all fucked out but still clinging to us.”

you whimpered, your body oversensitive but taehyung's hand slid between your legs, fingers brushing through the mess of jungkook's cum dripping from your pussy.

“goddamn, look at this.”

he showed his glistening fingers to jungkook, that were coated in your and his arousal.

“she’s dripping with you, kook.”

jungkook smirked, his hand gripping your thighs spreading you wider and their touches were almost painful now.

brushing against your poor hypersensitive clit.

“such a messy little cunt.”

“took us both so well.”

before you could react taehyung's fingers slid inside you, pushing jungkook's cum back in, the sensation making you sob.

your body jerked as you tried to push his hand away but jungkook steadied you, holding you apart letting taehyung finger fuck you.

“shh, sweet girl.”

his lips brushed your ear, soothing you.

“just cleaning you up a little.”

jungkook watched feeling himself hardening again as his hand stroked his own cock.

“let’s see how much more she can take.” he slurred.

a challenge in his voice.

“get on his cock, sweetheart.”

taehyung guided your legs on top of him, his cock wasn't fully hard yet but still hard enough for it to look intimidating.

he positioned himself at your entrance, communicating with his eyes alone that he wanted you to sink down.

or you'll get punished.

your bottom lip quivered and you sank down on him with a cry, the stretch almost too much after everything.

his cock filled you completely and the position allowed him to go even deeper than jungkook.

he went deeper than you knew it was possible to reach and you felt like your body couldn’t take it.

your head spun.

taehyung groaned at the feeling of how warm and slick you felt on the inside, especially after getting railed by jungkook.

you moved shakily, his balls slapping against your folds each time you came down.

“atta girl.. ride me good.”

your hands braced against his chest, your face against his shoulder as you bite onto his skin.

your hips circling, trying different motions.

“mhmm oh, tae hahh.”

you whined on his ear which had him growling, hearing your cute little sounds was making blood rush to his dick even more.

you could feel his cock get fully rock hard inside you.

jungkook knelt beside you, his lips find your pussy spitting directly on your clit before spreading it with his fingers.

his nostrils flaring as he sees your cunt stretched on taehyung's cock and the mess of so many liquids.

it was dirty.

but it was driving all three of you completely feral with desperation.

“nghh ohh fuck fuck, jungkook i can’t—” you hiccuped.

you bite your lip to stifle a small scream but it escapes anyway as jungkook's finger rubs your clit side to side in a quick motion while you try to keep up with taehyung's cock.

you felt like you were going to die.

this is it.

taehyung watched you fall apart as his hand held you in place, before thrusting up into you until you let out quiet screams.

drooling on his chest.

jungkook's finger slid inside you alongside taehyung's cock, stretching you impossibly further and you screamed loudly which ended in a wail.

“oh god, it’s too much.”

you were shaking your head frantically even as your hips kept moving, taking as much as you can.

your tears and snot mixing together, your mouth remained parted.

you were ruined.

it was too much.

but you loved it.

taehyung's hand came down on your ass in a sharp spank making you gasp, the sting mingling with the pleasure.

“ride me harder, slut.”

he glares at you, jaw ticking.

“don’t stop until i say so.”

your hips moved faster, the friction of jungkook's finger and taehyung's cock while being so impossibly full, drive you to the edge.

jungkook on the other hand, gripped your bouncing breasts.

“she’s taking it so well… literally made for this.”

you couldn’t move anymore, too tired and jungkook moved your hips on taehyung, making sure you took him well.

using you how they wanted.

taehyung lets out low grunts at the feeling of jungkook's finger that seemed to slide against his cock with each thrust.

“fucking hell tae, she’s gonna cum again.”

jungkook snickers as you neared another orgasm, you didn’t even know how many times you even came.

how could you even release so much?

jungkook's fingers worked faster alongside taehyung's cock as they felt you getting closer.

“jungkook! taehyung!”

you chanted their names repeatedly as you squirted, letting out a loud sob from deep in your throat.

taehyung held you up, thrusting into you through your orgasm chasing his own release and came with a roar.

jungkook’s fingers didn’t stop prolonging your orgasm, until you were slapping and scratching his hand away.

they let you calm down for a bit before pulling out with a wet squelch and a hiss leaves taehyung, your pussy gaping with both their cum.

you practically fall on them.

your body limp and weak.

all of you panting heavily while trying to get back.

as the waves of pleasure subsided, your body felt like it was floating yet heavy each muscle of your body overstimulated and sore.

especially your lower region.

your breath's ragged tears still clinging to your lashes, your throat aching from taehyung's cock and screaming so much.

the air in the car was thick with the scent of sweat and sex but there was a new softness now.

a shift in the energy as jungkook and taehyung went from dominating sex beasts to something gentler.

more nurturing.

you were a mess and utterly spent.

but the way they held you made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

taehyung's arms encircled you first, his chest beneath your cheek.

his steady heartbeat grounded you while yours was thumping out of your chest, as his fingers still sticky from earlier, threaded gently through your hair.

smoothing the tangled strands with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

all three of you were sweaty and coated with several liquids already, so you didn’t care.

they made you feel loved enough to never feel disgusted or insecure about yourself.

“angel...”

taehyung presses a kiss to your tear stained cheek, his commanding tone from earlier gone.

“you’re okay. we've got you.”

jungkook beside you pressed himself closer, his bare chest warm against your back.

his hands now moved with deliberation, stroking comforting circles along your sides and over the marks he left on your skin.

“you were so perfect for us. i’m so proud of you.” he whispers deeply.

the praise sinking into you like a balm over your emotions, your body felt like it had been pushed to its limits.

yet in their arms you felt sated and cherished, like you could let go completely and they'd always catch you.

your face against jungkook's chest as if he were a lifeline, your fingers curling there.

the tears that had started during the roughness of the moment continued to fall, not from pain but from the release of everything you'd been holding inside.

“hey, hey.” taehyung said softly.

his hand tilts your head up, his eyes searching yours concern in their depths.

“you’re crying, princess. talk to us. you okay?”

you nodded weakly, voice trembling as you tried to find words.

“i’m okay.”

your throat tight.

“it’s just… a lot. felt so good but… i’m so overwhelmed.”

jungkook's lips pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“we know, sweetheart.” he murmurs.

“you took so much and you did it so well. we’re here now.”

taehyung's thumb brushed away a tear, soothing you.

his voice affectionate

“you're always so strong for us. let us take care of you now, okay?”

you nodded again, a small sob escaping as you melted into their embrace.

they shifted slightly, rearranging themselves to make you more comfortable.

taehyung guided you to sit sideways across his lap.

your legs draped over his thighs while jungkook stayed close, his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

the backseat of the car felt like a cocoon now, the small space allowing you to bask in them more closely.

shielding you from the world outside.

jungkook reached into the compartment, pulling out a pack of tissues and a small bottle of water he'd stashed there earlier.

“here.” he says.

unscrewing the cap and holding the bottle to your lips.

“drink a little, okay? you need it.”

you sipped the water, the cool liquid helping with your parched throat.

your hands were still shaky so jungkook held the bottle steady, eyes soft with pride as he watched you.

“good girl, there you go.”

taehyung grabbed a tissue and began gently wiping the sweat and tears from your face.

“look at you.” he teased warmly.

“still so pretty even after we’ve wrecked you.”

you managed a small shy smile, cheeks burning at his words.

“stop.” you squeak.

you buried your face in his chest again, embarrassed by the attention.

they always did this after fucking you into oblivion—they were the sweetest in the aftercare.

the rougher the sex gets, the even better the aftercare is.

jungkook laughed, hand stroking your hair.

“don’t hide from us, we love to see you like this—all soft and clingy.”

“clingy is cute on her.”

taehyung added, fingers brushing along your jaw.

“makes me wanna hold her forever.”

they took their time cleaning you up.

jungkook used another tissue to gently wipe between your thighs, cleaning carefully not wanting to overstimulate further.

the sensation caused immediate discomfort, even the lightest touch made you jerk away and he immediately slowed.

“sorry, baby.” he frowned.

his thumb brushing on your inner thigh.

“it’s okay.”

your voice small.

“thank you.”

taehyung's hand slid under your loose bra, which was still hanging off your shoulder and he carefully removed it, setting it aside.

“let’s get you dressed properly.”

he grabbed your shirt from the floor, smoothing it out before helping you slip it over your head, pressing quick kisses to your shoulders as he adjusted the fabric.

you stayed still, letting them pamper you.

your heart full.

jungkook meanwhile, found your skirt and panties but he set the panties aside since they were way too soaked for you to wear again.

he helped you with the skirt.

once you were dressed, they turned their attention to themselves, zipping themselves and pulling their shirts on.

but even as they dressed, their focus remained on you their hands never staying far.

jungkook pulled you in his arms.

“are you feeling okay?” he insisted.

“need anything else?”

you shook your head, body relaxing against him.

“just… stay with me.”

“don’t want you to go.”

taehyung's hand found yours, fingers intertwining with yours as he squeezed.

“we’re not going anywhere.” he states firmly.

“we’ve got you.”

they held you for what felt like forever, the silence comfortable broken only by their occasional murmurs.

“you took us like a champ, baby.”

jungkook looked at you.

“you’re our everything.”

he says it as if trying to prove a point.

“don’t ever forget that.”

your heart swelled at their words, the fragility of this moment making you feel closer to them than ever.

feeling peace in their presence.

“i love you guys.”

the words slipped out before you could stop them, your eyes glassy.

a small smile tugged at taehyung's lips.

“we love you more, princess.”

jungkook leaned in, pecking your lips as he returned the words.

they always did.

eventually taehyung shifted, gently sliding you off his lap and into the seat beside jungkook.

“alright, guys.” he announced.

“i’m driving now. let’s get our girl the ice cream she loves, the biggest size of course.”

his voice carried a double meaning that made you blush, your fingers twisting as you ducked your head.

you smiled bashfully, your head resting against jungkook's shoulder, who pulled you close.

“you deserve it.”

his lips brush your hair.

the engine started as he started driving.

he drove to your favorite ice cream shop, taehyung pulls into the drive thru and ordered the largest size of your favorite flavor.

when he handed it to you, his fingers brushed yours.

“eat up, baby.” he smirks.

“gotta keep your strength up for next time.”

you took it eagerly, your eyes bright with happiness as you took a bite, moaning at how good it tasted.

“it’s that good, huh?”

jungkook asked playfully, his hand resting on your thigh.

“it is.”

you defended with a whine and they both laughed heartily, the sound filling the car with a sense of ease.

taehyung stopped the car before turning to look at you, watching how adorable you looked when you were busy sucking his cock just a few minutes ago.

“save some for us.”

jungkook teased, wiping away a bit of cream that lingered on your lips before he licked it off his finger.

his eyes locked on yours, unwavering.

you huffed, looking away even as goosebumps erupted against your skin.

at any other time it would make you aroused.

but you were too sore and tired to feel anything more, your thighs remained spread slightly, clenching them together made you wince.

they watched until you completed eating before taehyung started the car again, soon reaching your place.

taehyung parked the car near your dorm.

“are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked

his voice serious now.

“anything hurting? need us to stay with you?”

you shook your head even though you wanted them to stay because you knew if they did, you would get distracted by them once again.

and you had to study for an upcoming test, so you needed to rest now.

“i’m okay. just really tired…”

jungkook caressed your thigh.

“then you’re going to sleep well tonight.”

they walked you to your dorm as they guided you to your door, taehyung's lips pressing to yours.

“sleep tight, princess.” he murmurs.

“call us or text us if you need anything, we’ll be there yeah?”

you nod as jungkook follows, his lips capturing yours deeply taking a taste of you before letting you go reluctantly.

“you’re our girl.”

his forehead rested against yours.

“always.”

you watched them go, their figures disappearing into the night.

your body still buzzed from their intensity and adoration that lingered long after they were gone.

you crawled into bed.

your mind replayed their touches, their love as you drifted into a deep contented sleep.

a reminder of their claim stuck with you.

making you feel the safest you've ever been.

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Being a camgirl wasn’t easy work, but it was rewarding. You’ve been doing so for a while now and have gained a following. You had regulars, and sometimes you’d do requests - some weird stuff, but never anything too weird that you couldn’t do.

Today, however, you had to spice things up. You were always alone in your room when you did your shows, always fucking yourself and never truly had a partner.

Today was Valentine’s day, and Valentine’s day was all about having a partner.

Again, you were surprised when Taehyung agreed. You and he dated about two years prior and things didn’t end sour and you and he remained friends. You could come to him for anything - he often lend an ear when you needed to talk and gave advice. Even if he didn’t agree, you would hope he would send someone your way.

“I’ll do it.” Taehyung had said - much to your shock - with such a cool, nonchalant attitude. “We can go to my house and do it for a change of scenery.” You had offered wearing masks, but he insisted that it was fine - another shocking statement.

Taehyung swings the door open, a wide smile on his face. “Y/N, hello.” he opens the door wider and steps aside for you to enter.

“Hey, Tae.” you say, jumping into the warm home with a sigh of relief. “You look nice.”

“As do you.” Taehyung responds. “Somehow, I sense you’re wearing lingerie under that long trench coat.” he says teasingly, eyes roaming your figure.

Your body flushes and slowly, you nod. “We have business to attend to. Had to come prepared.” you give a curt grin. 

“Indeed we do.” Taehyung licks his lips. “I’ve set up the laptop and everything already.”

You nod your head. The day prior, Taehyung had insisted on you giving him your equipment so he can set it up perfectly.

“I also decorated my room for the occasion.”

You already know the layout of Taehyung’s home and you scoff at his words as you walk towards his bedroom. “Decorated how?”

“You’ll see.” Taehyung’s voice is giddy as he follows you to his bedroom. You only snicker and venture towards his bedroom.

Taehyung has you open the door, and your eyes widen as you do. “Tae, you’re always so dramatic…” you sigh, but your body flushes at the sight. 

“It’s a V-Day special,” Taehying places his hands on your shoulders. “we have to go all out.”

Taehyung uses your words against you - you had said it to him back when you asked if he was willing to be on camera with you.

Taehyung had decorated his room and it’s only now that you realize how large it truly was. His bed sits in the middle of the room, bed made neatly. There’s balloons - red, pink, white and even a few heart shaped ones, littering the ceiling. On the far right of his room is your equipment that you’ve given him - but only now did you realize he had a ring light and you want to shake your head at how dramatic he truly was. 

“Rose petals?” you turn to face him with a laugh. “How much time did you put into this?”

And money, you want to ask, but Taehyung would never tell you. There’s rose petals leading from the door of his bedroom all the way to his bed.

“A few hours. Jimin helped me.” Taehyung admits, a light tint to his cheeks. Jimin had teased him about putting so much effort for an ex-lover - now friend - for a show, but it wasn’t like you and he weren’t friends. He was willing to help you with whatever you asked. 

“Gotta set the mood, don’t we?” Taehyung murmurs, closing his bedroom door. “How about you start setting up while I light the candles?”

“Candles?” you shake your head. “Tae-”

“Y/N, baby. All out, remember?” Taehyung winks, then ventures through his room and to his closet. He pulls out a small box and turns towards you. “Confession?” he asks and slowly you nod. It’s something you and he would ask when there was something that needed to be confessed and the other promised not to be upset - it started when you accidentally ruined one of his favorite pairs of designer shoes. “I subscribed to you a few months ago.”

Taehyung watches as your eyes widen slightly. “Oh, really?” you ask, a slight nerve in your voice.

Taehyung nods. “When you told me you were camming, I was curious. I finally caved a few months back.” he admits. “Does that bother you?”

You're hot at the idea of Taehyung watching you. It didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. Taehyung and you’ve been intimate before back when you two dated - but that was years ago. Now it made sense that he’d agree to be with you again, you think. 

“N-No.” you stutter, cursing mentally at yourself. You muster a strained scoff. “I do a lot of…stuff on there.”

Taehyung licks his lips. “I know.” he murmurs. “I was going to take that secret to the grave with me.”

Taehyung grasps the box - a medium sized black box - and makes his way towards his bed. 

You swallow, Taehyung’s words ringing through your mind. You grab your phone and begin to notify your subscribers of your live cameshow in the next five minutes.

“What made you tell me?” you ask Taehyung. He was halfway through lighting the candles when you finally decided to speak up. 

Taehyung glances at you. “You seem nervous.” he responds. “As if you’ve had second thoughts about this. Are you?”

Your palms feel sweaty and you bite your lip. 

You were nervous. You have been fucking yourself for so long that being with another man was different - and this wasn’t just another man, but an ex that was now a close friend. 

“No.” you tell Taehyung honestly. “I am nervous though.”

“Why?” Taehyung snorts. He’s now setting the candles around his room and it flickers beautifully. “It’s just me.”

“I know but…we haven’t done anything in so long.” you murmur, your nerves causing you to glance away from him. “...I wasn’t sure if you still…feel attractive towards me.”

Taehyung sets down the last candle and turns towards you. “And that’s why I told you that I subscribed.” he says - and that was his point. “I think we should go over some things before we start, yeah?”

You nod.

Taehyung makes his way around his room. He dims his light low so that the candles are illuminating the majority of it. He then makes his way past you and to the ring light, again, dimming it so there’s just enough light towards his bed for the viewers to see perfectly. 

“Now, is there anything you want to do specifically?”

“I should be asking you that.” you scoff. “This is your first time.”

Taehyung stands directly in front of you. His hand places below your chin and he gently lifts it so he has a good look in your eyes. 

“There’s a lot I want to do.” Taehyung says, voice dropping and it shocks you. The reaction shoots straight to your core. 

You inhale. “You’ve seen everything I do already.”

Taehyung chuckles. He cups your cheek, thumb rubbing along your lips. “That’s true,” he admits. “I’m an Ultimate member.”

Your eyes widen. “Tae!” you hiss, hot sensation running through your body. 

There were only a dozen Ultimate members - they paid the most and had complete access to you. They could message you personally through the phone (a second phone you acquired just for them). You allowed one on one time, acting out fantasies they desired. They got private videos and pictures that the others didn’t - sometimes it didn’t have to be sexual. 

“What?” Taehyung asks. “Too much?” The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.

“N-No.” you say, but it’s not convincing. “Ultimate is just…a lot of money monthly.”

Taehyung snorts. “I’ve been paying for it, haven’t I?” he shrugs his shoulders. “It’s okay. I like supporting you.”

You sigh, nodding your head slowly. Licking your lips, you giggle. “This feels like a fuck-a-fan event.”

Taehyung chuckles along with you. “How lucky I am.”

“So,” you begin. “what do you want to do? Have you ever requested content from me?”

You try to think of what Taehyung’s name would be since there were only a few Ultimate members. 

Taheyung shakes his head. “I haven’t.” But there were times he wanted to, but there was still the thought in the back of his head telling him that this was wrong - but it was never enough to get him to unsubscribe. 

“Then we’ll do what you want.” you smile at him, so cutely. So innocently.

Taehyung groans lowly. “I don’t think so.”

Your smile lowers. “Why not?” Taehyung scoffs - because there’s things he wanted to do to you that would probably scare you away. “I’m your friend, Y/N. But I’m still a man. I don’t want to expose you to my perverse mind.”

Taehyung drops his hand from your cheek.

“It’s a V-Day special.” you shrug. “I trust you. We’ve had sex-”

“Years ago.” Taehyung interrupts. “And that was casual sex. Nothing too perverted-”

“Do you want me to pee on you?” you snicker jokingly. You couldn’t think of anything too perverted and obscene that would have Taehyung hesitant. “I don’t think anything is as perverted as that.”

Taehyung licks his lips to stop himself from laughing at your words. “I’ll tell you what I want to do to you and you’ll just tell me if it’s okay or not.”

You nod your head. You realized, even after all this time, that you hadn’t taken off the coat. “Where do you want me to put this?” you ask, going to remove the long coat.

Taehyung swallows at your smooth skin in his view, the lingerie fitting the theme. It’s red and doesn’t hide much, the sheer lace showcasing your pierced nipples. It’s crotchless, he notes, and perfect - he doesn’t want you out of the lingerie just yet.

“I’ll take it.” Taehyung murmurs, grasping your coat and taking it towards his closet to hang it up. He needs a moment to breathe - there’s a twitch in his sweats that he has to calm down. “Okay.”

“Okay.” you nod your head, waiting for him to continue. 

“Champagne?”

You scoff in disbelief once more. “Tae…”

“V-Day special, Y/N.” Taehyung walks on the other side of his bed towards his bedside table. How you hadn’t noticed the bottle of champagne with two glasses is beyond you. He manages to pop it open, not caring if a bit spilled, and poured one for you and him. 

You grasp the champagne and smile, clicking your glass with his and take a sip.

“I want to lick the champagne off your skin.” Taehyung says, testing the waters - it isn’t something he actually thought about doing, but he wanted to test your reaction.

You choke slightly at his sudden words, but you nod. “Sure.” you swallow. “Anything else?”

Taehyung tilts his head. “...Overstimulation?”

You nod your head slowly. “I’m sure we can do that.” you agree. “Can I request one?” “Of course.”

“I want you to hit me.”

Taehyung stiffens. “Excuse me?”

You laugh. “Well, don’t knock me out.” you exclaim. “But slapping me is what I want. As long as I’m in the mood, a little pain shouldn’t hurt.” Taehyung has such pretty and large hands that you couldn’t not take the opportunity.

Taehyung swallows but nods. “I want to have control.”

“Want me to call you Sir?” you smirk. “Yes, sir. I like that.”

“You’re enjoying this more than I thought you would.” Taehyung hums, satisfied that he hasn’t had you running yet. “I think we should have a safeword. I don’t want to get too caught up in it and hurt you.”

“Oh,” you knit your brows. “You’re one of those.”

Taehyung raises a brow. “One of what?” 

“A dom.” you shrug. “Not that surprising. But okay, we can have a safeword. How about…” you rack your brain for something - anything. “...red squirrel?”

Taehyung blinks. “Red squirrel it is.”

“And if I can’t speak, I’ll shake my head aggressively.”

“Aggressive head shaking.” Taehyung nods. “I have a toy in that box I’d like to use on you.”

Your eyes fall to the medium sized box from early and you raise your brows.

“It’s only a vibrator.” Taehyung’s cheeks tint. “It’s um…actually from your wishlist.”

Your eyes widen once more. Taehyung was an Ultimate member and they also had access to your wishlist from various stores - even outside of sex. One member had gotten you an expensive water filter you wanted simply because you made him cum the hardest he’s had in months. 

“The rabbit one?!”

Taehyung nods. “Ugh,” you hang your head. “I love you so much.” you sigh dramatically, a tingly feeling coursing through your body at the thought of Taehyung using that on you. 

Taehyung gives a boxy grin. “A love confession already? I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

“Shut up.” you roll your eyes. “Anything else, sir?”

Taehyung licks his lips. “Just use your safeword if I do anything you don’t like.” he murmurs.

“Yes, sir.” you nod, smiling playfully. “I have to start now.”

You venture towards the laptop and make it towards the site. There were a few hundred people waiting already, the chatbox going crazy. “I told them I had a Valentine’s Day surprise.” you say to Taehyung. “They’re wondering what’s going to happen.”

You start the live, smiling into the camera as you read a few comments. “Hi, guys.” you say sweetly, your camgirl persona coming on.

Taehyung watches from afar as you speak to the viewers, walking backwards towards his bed. “I told you all I had a surprise.” your eyes glance to Taehyung. “I thought today we should switch things up,”

You watch from afar as the comments begin to rise as Taehyung enters the frame and you’ll make sure to go back to read them once everything is done. 

“I see you all are excited to see him.” you smile up at Taehyung. “He says he’s not shy to be seen.”

“Of course not.” Taehyung says, a soft grin on his lips. You know there’s girls that watch you, as well - they’d have to be excited to see Taehyung, if not see, then hear him. You release a breath. 

Taehyung lifts your chin and leans down to capture your lips. His fingers are gripping your chin now to get you in place, your lips moving along with his.

Taehyung breaks the kiss first, but proceeds to peck your lips a few times. You’re clenching around nothing, you note, anticipating for what's next to come. 

“I bet if I touch your pussy right now, you’ll be soaked.”

Taehyung catches you off guard, but you’re enjoying the switch. Your friends eyes are dark and filled with lust and you’re sure yours are, as well. 

“I am.” you widen your legs for him (and the camera) to see. 

Taehyung’s hand unclenches your chin to slide ever so slowly down your body. The crotchless lingerie made it easier for him to feel - and feel he did. It’s been so long, the both of you think.

Taehyung grunts at how wet you truly are, his long fingers rubbing along your clit.

“How long have you been this wet?” Taehyung questions, plopping his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

You bite your lip at the sight, swallowing the moan in your throat. “For a while now.” you admit, especially since he mentioned the vibrator he’s bought for you. 

Taehyung dips onto the bed behind you. “Let’s show everyone how slutty you are.” he says, a swift hand wrapping around your neck to press yourself against his chest. “Not like they already don’t know.”

Taehyung’s free hand dips between your legs and slaps your thighs apart. He then proceeds to rub your clit aggressively, not bothering to prep you for anything  - after all, the safeword was there for a reason.

Your stomach churns and a loud yelp releases from your mouth. You’re sopping wet, squelching echoing around the room. 

“Does it feel good?” Taehyung questions - he knows it does. You’re moaning against him, legs widening with each rub of his fingers. 

You nod your head with a lip bite.

“Use your words.” Taehyung hisses, the hand gripping your neck slaps you suddenly, a throbbing pain against your cheek. 

“Y-Yes, sir.” you quip far too quickly, lust filling through you and shoot straight to your core. 

Taehyung likes the willingness in your actions to please him.

“Good girl.” Taehyung offers you a quick kiss to your forehead, his finger inching closer to your entrance. “You fuck yourself all the time…” Taehyung enters his fingers inside of you, long fingers reaching deep. “...and yet, you’re still so tight.”

Taehyung plunges his fingers inside of you, reaching farther than you ever thought imaginable. He was never like this prior and you pondered if he was truly holding back when you and he had sex. 

Regardless, you’re a moaning mess, no longer trying to hold anything back. Your eyes watch with satisfaction how deep his fingers are inside of you, the palm of his hand slapping against your clit aggressively as he strives to drive even deeper.

“Ah, there she is.” Taehyung chuckles darkly when his fingers hit a sweet spot that has your thighs quivering and moaning louder. “You know what I never see? You squirting. Let’s change that, baby.”

You aren’t sure you can squirt - you never felt like you had it in you. However, Taehyung did. He was determined, fingers hitting your spot aggressively, your clit being pleasuring with his palm as he does so for added pleasure. Your eyes begin to flutter close, your moans filling the room even louder.

“I know you can do it, baby. Let go.” Taehyung slaps your cheek again. He never knew you enjoyed being hit - something he wished he knew while the two of you dated.

And you do, juices spilling out rapidly and only when Taehyung removes his finger does it splash entirely onto the ground, so loud and messily that you stiffen in his grasp.

You were going to apologize, completely disregarding the live cam show you were on, but Taehyung silences you with his lips.

“Now let’s see how many times you can squirt for the viewers.” Taehyung speaks, removing himself from behind you to go towards the black box. He shows the camera him opening the box to reveal the vibrator. “Bought it new just for her.”

You lick your lips with anticipation as Taehyung steps closer to you. He turns it on, and the buzzing sound is so loud and aggressive - just what you wanted. 

Taehyung toys with you at first, pressing it against your thighs and slowly coming closer to you. “Look how slutty she is.” Taehyung turns towards the camera and laughs. “Clenching around nothing. She can’t wait to be stuffed.”

You make a disappointed sigh when Taehyung teasingly turns off the vibrator just as he presses it against your clit. He was such a tease that you’re positive your viewers would want him back.

“I want to hear you beg.” Taehyung’s demeanor changes entirely, the smile he sported now gone. “I allowed you to cum once already, beg for another.”

“Please let me cum.” You say, not up for any games Taehyung wanted to play. 

Taehyung snarls. Again, his hand is swift and a slap sounds across your face. You moan at the stinging feeling in your face.

“And here I thought you were a good girl.” Taehyung shakes his head. “But you’re nothing but a whore, right?”

“Yes, sir.” you squeak, lust filled eyes looking at Taehyung. “Please make me cum, Tae-.”

Another slap sounds on your cheek and you’re sure that you can cum just like this - the look upon Taehyung’s face and the dominance he’s instilling into you brings you great pleasure.

“S-Sir. Please make me cum, sir.” you beg. “I’ll be good.”

Taehyung hums. “Will you?”

You nod your head with wide, pleading eyes. 

“Let’s see.”

Taehyung doesn’t plan on ever giving you grace. He turns on the vibrator and it causes shockwaves to run through you. But, as if that wasn’t enough, he enters it inside of you, the rabbit ears pressed firmly against your clit as he thrusts.

Taehyung licks his lips, hooded eyes watching you closely. It’s as if the switch turned off and he was a whole different person and he’s experiencing this from outside his body.

Taehyung plunges the toy in and out of you, the vibrations sending shock waves through you. Your pussy’s glistening, the candle lights illuminating it to the camera perfectly.

“So wet and dirty.” Taehyung’s chuckles, but licks his lips. He wants to taste you, knowing you’d taste divine. “Right, baby?”

You nod your head, a moan bubbling out of you. “Yes, s-sir.”

Taehyung groans - such a submissive little thing. He couldn’t wait until he could fuck even more submission into you. Taehyung was a patient man, however.

Taehyung removes the toy from inside of you, cackling at the sight of your pussy clenching and unclenching. “You’re just begging to be stuffed baby.”

You’re panting at the loss of pleasure, back slightly arching. You bite your lip, eyes blinking rapidly as they meet Taehyung. You never wanted to mount someone as much as you did right now. 

“Thank you, sir.” you say, your eyes staring right into Taehyungs. Your voice is so soft and meek - so willing. Taehyung only smirks at you.

“You’re so full of shit, baby.” Taehyung says, placing the vibrating toy back inside of you. The rabbit ears press firmly against your clit.

“F-Fuuuuuck….” your legs widened for more, quivering with pleasure. Instead of Taehyung thrusting it in and out of you, he keeps it firmly inside of you, thrusting only deeper and deeper, the vibrations shuddering straight through your core.

“Such a pretty pussy you have, baby. So wet and filthy.” Taehyung’s voice only sends you more over the edge - his voice so deep and sultry. “All for me, right, baby?”

You nod your head frantically. “Yes, sir.”

“So obedient.”

Taehyung thrusts the toy in and out of  you, the vibrating rabbit ears hitting your clit with every thrust inside and he does it just to tease you. Taehyung moves to the side slightly, his eyes turning towards the camera with a satisfied smirk. “Such a pretty little whore. She pretends to be so sweet and loving…but deep down, she just wants to be dominated.”

Taehyung turns back to you, a boxy grin on his lips. It didn’t reach his eyes. No, his eyes were so dark and filled with lust. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, sir.” you nod, eyes breaking away from Taehyung’s intense ones.

Taehyung hovered above you, his mouth opening to spit directly onto your wet clit. 

You yelp loudly when your stomach stings, Taehyung having slapped you. He does so again and again and again - slapping your thighs, your breast to your face. Your skin is throbbing with the amount of times he struck you, but yet you cannot be upset. The pain feels good against your skin.

“My pretty little whore.”

Taehyung removes the toy from inside of you to slap it against your clit harshly, your juices flowing out of you so beautifully. 

Taehyung continues to tap the toy against your clit teasingly and now you’re twitching, eyes fluttering open and close.

“Please, sir…” you beg Taehyung, widening your legs even more. “Please let me cum.”

“Aww…” Taehyung’s free hand slaps your cheek again, the slap echoing in the large room. You moan deeply, and Taehyung only slaps you again. “...such a submissive little whore.”

“Please, sir.” you plead with him - to give you whatever. His slaps brought you great pleasure as the toy did. 

Taehyung grips your hair and yanks you forward, pressing you against him like before. “Look at the camera.” Taehyung hisses, his hand - so beautiful and large - slaps against your cheek before.

Your eyes look towards your laptop, the comments coming in fast. You’re unsure how many viewers you had, but you’re positive that they’re increasing as the stream goes on. 

Taehyung hooks his arm beneath your right thigh to keep you in place, your leg hiking up to your chest. “Let’s see how much the whore can cum.”

The toy vibrates so loud that your stomach churns with anticipation as Taehyung edges it closer to you. He doesn’t tease you any longer. He presses it firmly against your clit and then dips it inside of you. 

“Ah-” your moans are interrupted by Taehyung. He snatches your head, placing his large hand over your lips and nose. 

“No talking. Just focus on cumming, whore.” Taehyung hisses. “Look at the camera.”

Taehyung fucks the toy inside of you deeply, his hand on your lips never moving. Your eyes begin to blur, feeling the moisture of your tears coming. The toy is so deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot harshly. Your chest heaves for air, but Taehyung is adamant on not giving you any.

You don’t complain - as sick as it sounds. Anything you did for yourself during your cam shows could never compare to how Taehyung was doing it - you couldn’t wait to go back and watch it, glad that you decided to record this session.

Taehyung is hyper aware right now, even if he does appear to be far gone in his dominant act. He’s waiting for you to shake your head aggressively so he’d stop - but you never do. Your could no longer keep your eyes open and watch the camera as he fucks you - your eyelids are fluttering as he does so. Your toes are curling and he just knows you’re going to cum the hardest you’ve ever had.

Your moans are muffled - more like choked - down in your throat. Your chest heaves for oxygen, but all you can think about is the pleasure building up deep in your core, as does Taehyung. He removes the toy from inside of you just as you’re cumming, your juices spilling all over his bedsheets.

You inhale deeply when your lips and nose are released, the oxygen feeling like an added reward. Your heart is beating outside your chest so rapidly that you’re positive it was going to explode.

“Get on your knees. I’m not done with you just yet.”

Your break is short lived as Taehyung’s hand is already gripping your hair. He yanks you off of his bed entirely and you fall onto your knees. Your eyes stare up at him - so slutty and dumb looking, he thinks, and so beautifully submissive. 

You lick your lips as Taehyung’s free hand releases his cock - already erect just for you to suck. Your mouth opens to take him in, but Taehyung slaps you away.

“You whore,” Taehyung hisses. “I didn’t say you could suck it just yet.” he spits. 

“Please, sir. Please let me-”

Taehyung presses the tip of his cock inside your mouth. “Shut up.” he scoffs, thrusting himself against your wet tongue. “Look at how desperate she is for a cock. I guess those dildos you fuck yourself with just isn’t enough.”

You hum with satisfaction with having Taehyung’s cock inside of you. His grip in your hair is tighter and he keeps you in place. He goes deeper into your mouth, fully intending on fucking it - and you had every intentions of doing so. 

“So slutty.” Taehyung hisses - so slutty and good for him. You’re taking his cock fully now, allowing him to be as rough as he wants. He knows you could take him in your throat, he’s watched you throat-fuck yourself with countless dildos (as requested by a few members).

Your thighs clench together when Taehyung slaps you yet again and you open your mouth wider. Your vision is blurry once more, tears streaming down your face rapidly, but Taehyung doesn’t stop fucking you. No, your tears aren’t going to phase him and the only way he’d stop is if you gave him the signal.

But like before, you never do. Instead, you look up at Taehyung with those eyes - eyes filled with beautiful tears and lust. You wanted him to treat you like a whore off the street. You like the aggression - his cock in your throat, one hand in your hair to keep you in place while the other slaps your cheek harder and harder each time. 

“Where should I cum, whore?” Taehyung groans. “Your face? Or should I cum in your throat.”

Your response is muffled, never truly intending on responding to him. 

“Your throat?” Taehyung asks, slapping your cheek for a response.

You hum, nodding your head slightly. Your hand grasps his outer thigh to bring him closer to you.

Taehyung groans - such a whore you truly were.

“No,” Taehyung releases his cock from your mouth. You cough, saliva connecting from his cock to your lips. “I’m not cumming anywhere but in your pussy.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” is all you respond with - and it’s the response Taehyung expects.

Another slap sounds on your cheek. It throbs with the amount of times Taehyung has done so, but you don’t care. “Get on the bed.” he commands. “Ass up.”

You comply far too quickly, the thought of being stuffed by him has you wetter than you’ve ever imagined. You never knew Taehyung could be like this - sex while you two dated wasn’t like this. But then again, maybe he was scared that he’d scare you away.

Quite the opposite.

You yelp when your head is shoved into the mattress and your legs are forced apart. Taehyung is beyond you, his tip rubbing along your folds. “She’s so wet.” Taehyung tells the viewers, a slight shudder going through his body. “The type of wet you don’t pull out of.”

Taehyung enters you with one thrust that has you gasping. Taehyung breaks character for a moment, twitching and shuddering at being inside of you. You hear a low “fuck” from behind you that boosts your ego.

Taehyung doesn’t waste time, however, and he begins to fuck you with everything he had. Every frustration he’s dealt throughout the week with is evident in his thrusts. His eyes are focused on the way your ass bounces off of him, a creamy white ring around his cock.

“Feels…so good…” you gasp between words and thrusts, opening your legs even wider if it meant you could have more of Taehyung. 

“Yeah?” Taehyung scoffs smugly. He releases his grip on your hair to wrap it around your neck. He hoists you up from the bed. “Pussy still tight even after I fucked you with the toy.”

The semi-new position has Taehyung hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

“You’re clenching your pussy as if you don’t want me to stop.” Taehyung chuckles darkly.

“I don’t.” you admit - because damn could Taehyung fuck good. Was it always this good or was he truly holding back when the two of you dated?

Taehyung groans animalistically. A hand grasps your clit and begins to rub the sensitive bud between his large fingers. “I missed your pussy so much.”

There it was, the switch dimming. Taehyung’s voice is lower, as if speaking to you and you only - not the audience watching. 

“Missed your cock, too.” your head leans against him, a long whimper sliding through your lips. You were going to cum again if Taehyung didn’t stop his assault on your clit. “I love the way you fuck me, Tae.”

It’s clear now that you two were forgetting about the camera and the audience watching. It was becoming intimate, you choosing to use his name - but Taehyung didn’t care. The sound of his name coming from your sweet lips - so needily and filled with passion - has a shiver running up his spine. 

“Should’ve asked me sooner.” Taehyung grunts, his cock twitching inside of you. “Wouldn’ve fucked you so good.”

“I know.” you respond desperately. “You…can fuck me whenever you want…” you’re cumming. You try to stop Taehyung by grabbing his wrist, but he doesn’t allow you to. He continues to aggressively rub along your clit until your juices are flowing out once more - his sheets were going to be completely soaked, but he didn’t mind. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” Taehyung pushes you back against the mattress, still deciding to torture you by rubbing your clit even harder. He thrusts so deep and sloppy, your words getting to him. “Gonna cum in you, baby. I always thought about getting you pregnant.”

You’re so fucked out of it that Taehyung’s words don’t faze you - you even recall the times he told you how he wanted a big family. The breeding kink he was clearly exhibiting was understandable; expected either.

Taehyung swallows, closing his eyes to imagine how you’d look with child - so round and glowing, breast enlarged with milk for the child. “Oh, fuck…” he gasps, cumming right inside of you - so much that it begins to flow out of you and down your thighs.

“You don’t have to pay me, Y/N.”

“But…the views tripled!” you try everything in your power to show Taehyung how much money you and he made for the cam show. “You’re the reason why.”

Hours had gone by and you remained at Taehyung's home. He had been the one to stop the stream - after several rounds - as you were exhausted.

“I’m not taking your money, Y/N. It’ll just go back to you anyways.”

You sigh, forgetting that Taehyung was an ultimate subscriber. 

“So,” Taehyung begins. “do we need to have the awkward conversation now or later?”

You closed your laptop and turned towards Taehyung fully. “What do you want to do?”

“What do you want to do?” Taehyung reverses the question back at you. He would be fine with whatever you chose - casual sex or the rough kind. Even if this was a one time thing, he would respect it. 

You glance away when you grow hot under his gaze.

“I want to do it again.” you murmur. “Even if it’s not for anyone else to see.”

Taehyung licks his lips. “I’d like that, too.” he says softly. “So…does that make us friends with benefits?”

You shrug your shoulders. You didn’t need to have a label on whatever you and Taehyung were doing. You cared for him just as he cared for you - and after he fucked you so good, there was no going back to just friends. 

mean alpha! Mingyu gives you a head start. You take off like a bat out of hell, your heartbeat skyrockets as you run past the treeline of your backyard. You zigzag through the gaps of the trees, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you grin. You know he's right on your heels.

mean alpha! Mingyu grumbles, his smirk growing as you stay just a little ahead of him. But in the end, he lunges, twisting both of your bodies around so he takes all the impact when you both tumble through a meadow of wildflowers.

mean alpha! Mingyu holds you close, his mouth hovering over your healed mating bond, sending shivers down your spine. He huffs, chest heaving, flipping you around and forcing you onto your hands and knees. His body cages you in, and he can smell your scent sweeten as his lips graze your ear. "Gotcha."

mean alpha! Mingyu is surprised when you present to him, looking over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his as you speak up. "You caught me, now what are you going to do with me?"

mean alpha! Mingyu was not born mean. He was raised to survive, and mean was all he knew. When he presses a palm between your shoulder blades, keeping you down as he spreads your legs open more, he takes you roughly. He takes you passionately.

mean alpha! Mingyu is big, thick, and long. And he fills you completely. He’s got a firm grip on your waist as his other hand keeps your head low to the ground. His jaw clenches, his teeth grit in a snarl, and his mind is consumed by you. You. You. You.

mean alpha! Mingyu gives you his knot, and his body shudders, his head bowing in ecstasy. When his knot deflates, he falls back easily when you push him to switch positions.

mean alpha! Mingyu lies amongst the bent flowers, his eyes on you as you take his still hard cock in your hands, guiding him back between your thighs as you lower yourself down onto his length. Your body welcomes him back more easily the second time. Your orgasms are making you even more slick and warm, coating his cock with a mix of his cum and yours as you moan from the stretch.

mean alpha! Mingyu stares at you softly as you press your hands down on his chest and take the lead. You show him soft. You show him sensually. You move slowly, building you both back up, your sweet noises filling the air as he watches reverently. He watches you work yourself over his cock, your head thrown back, your lips curving into a grin as your eyes roll back with a sob of his name.

mean alpha! Mingyu grabs your hips when you fall apart on his cock for the second time. His strength pulls you up n' down his shaft, fucking you through your orgasm and bringing his own closer.

mean alpha! mingyu knows that he is yours. You have him, all of him, everything. And he groans deep from his chest as he pushes his knot into you again, locking you to him as he spills his seed deep inside your gummy walls. He fills you to the limit, his bulbous tip spurting wads of his hot, sticky cum against your cervix.

mean alpha! Mingyu holds you close to him, silently hoping that with time, he can be everything you want and need - he doesn’t know he’s already become that man.

A/N: As always comments, kudos, and interacting with me are appreciated!

It's scorching twenty-five degrees Celsius outside and it's not even ten o'clock in the morning. The air in the bedroom is so thick you think you can taste it on your tongue. Maybe even drink, like soup? Who knows, you have to try later. Later, when your brain is functioning properly. If that time ever comes at all. Right now it feels so, so far away.

The night brought little to no reprieve, and the day promises only a deeper, more diabolical humidity. You can feel it pressing against the windows, a lethargic, suffocating blanket.

However, you do not care.

All you care about is the wet, muffled plap, plap, plap of Seungcheol driving his cock into your sopping cunt. The sound is obscene, a squelching that syncs with the frantic beat of your heart somehow. Your hair is a disaster, half splayed out on the now-damp pillowcase, half glued in darkened strands to your sweaty temples and throat. You cling to him, your fingers slipping on his skin, trying to anchor your dissolving self to the solid, moving reality of your man. He's just as slick, just as slippery. His hair sticks to his forehead in dark petals, and a bright, splotchy pink flush blooms across his cheeks, spreading down his neck and over the broad plane of his chest.

Delirium is a gentle word for it. Your brain is empty—scoured clean by tingling sensation of ecstasy that the stretch from his girth provides,—rendered beautifully, perfectly dumb. All that exists is the three-hour arc of this morning, a single, unbroken thread of pleasure. Seungcheol woke you at the crack of dawn, the first light a pale grey at the window, with kisses between your legs that were less a greeting and more a deep, reverent conversation. He'd had a whole make out session with your pussy, his tongue writing promises you're still feeling.

That was about two hours ago.

Now, he's plowing your poor, abused pussy, the stretch a familiar, devastating burn. The thin summer cover is still tangled around your bodies, a foolish addition to the furnace you've built together. It traps the heat, magnifies it, until every slide of skin on skin is accompanied by the slick whisper of sweat. Your bodies gleam in the dim room. Both of you pant open-mouthed into the minimal space between your faces, and you swear you can see small, ghostly puff clouds leaving your lips— a ridiculous thought, born of a brain fried by heat and relentless, coiling pleasure.

From time to time Seungcheol slows down and takes a gulp of hot air which brings him pretty much no relief, neither does it to you. The slowing down, the pause. It is necessary, sure, otherwise your hearts would probably give out. What a way to make a headline on the local news channel, you think to yourself briefly. Your glazed eyes slide over to Seungcheol's neck and you swallow, suddenly salivating at the sight of sweat beading on his skin, a particular droplet growing bigger and bigger until it begins to slowly run down the column of his throat. You can't take it.

Grabbing him at the back of his neck you pull yourself up just enough to plant you lips over his neck and all but slurp. His skin is salty and tastes faintly of soap or his perfume or all of it mixed—you don't know. But you know that it drives you mad. And so you lap at his skin, going from the little hollow at the base of it to the underside of his jaw in a single broad stripe, to the spot beneath his ear. You almost reach the soft flesh of his cheek, hypnotised and entranced.

"Baby—" Seungcheol's voice is breathy and strained. You're sure you can hear a soft moan that mixes in there. So pretty, he always moans so prettily it's a crime.

You're straining his neck with your hold. You sigh and drop back down onto the damp bedsheets, breathless and licking you lips, tasting the salt on them.

Seungcheol slows down and takes a deep slow breath, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. You feel dizzy just being fucked like that and you can't imagine what it's like for Seungcheol. If you had to ride him you'd probably faint midway from heat and dehydration.

When he starts moving again you can feel every ridge, every vein of him. The head of his cock is brutal, spreading your gummy walls with each return, again and again. It feels like your entire consciousness has gathered there, hyper-aware, a live sparkling wire connected directly to your spine. Your hands wander over the expanse of his back, feeling the powerful, corded muscles roll and flex beneath the smooth, heated canvas of his skin. You can't help it; you dig the tips of your nails in, not to hurt but to feel that he's real and not a figment of your fatally fried imagination. He falters, a full-body shudder rippling through him, and a ragged groan tears from his throat.

"Fuck. Do that Again."

His voice is gravel, throat dry after moaning and groaning and going at it so intensely. You comply, scratching lightly, and he curses, driving into you with renewed force. The sound he makes is more animal than human.

There isn't much talking. It's all sound, guttural and primal, drawn from a place far preceding any language. Grunts, choked off whines, the wet sloppy symphony of your joining. You're sure you don't sound like people anymore. You're creatures of need, of sweat and salt and seeking even more planes of contact when there's barely any more.

Your vision swims, tears of overwhelm spilling from the corners of your eyes to trace hot paths into your hairline. You blink up at him. Seungcheol above you is a vision, a masterpiece of exertion. His big brown eyes are heated, dark pools where his pupils have swallowed the irises almost whole. Even in the dim light, you can see the carnal, unfiltered want in them, a mirror to your own. It makes you squeal, a high-pitched, desperate sound, and your cunt clenches tightly around his persistent intrusion.

Seungcheol's rhythm stutters and he lowers himself onto you, your bodies sticking together under his weight. "Jesus. You're tryin' to kill me."

He says it into the hollow of your throat, his lips moving against your damp skin. He doesn't stop. If anything, his pace becomes more focused, more relentless.

"Touch yourself for me, baby," he whispers, the command a hot breath in your ear.

You're more than happy to oblige. One hand slides down your own slick stomach, through the wet that's pooled there, finding the swollen, throbbing nub of your clit. The contact sends a shock through your system, a sharp, bright sizzle that makes your legs jerk. You draw tight, frantic circles, the pleasure building in sharp, tingling spikes, and your sounds shift into broken mewls, short, high pitched whimpers that you don't even recognize as your own.

"That's it," he grunts, his own breathing a harsh counterpoint to your squeaks. "Let me hear you. Let me see you."

He props himself more comfortably on his elbows and his hands bracket your head, his forearms caging you in. The position allows him to go deeper (as if he wasn't already rearranging your guts), and you both share a sharp intake of breath. The new angle brushes a spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

"There?" he rasps, watching your face crumble.

All you can do is nod, a frantic, jerky movement. Words are beyond you.

"Tell me."

"There!" you manage to gasp, the word punching out of you. "Right there, please—"

He sets a brutal, perfect pace, hitting that same electrifying spot with every single thrust. The world narrows to the point where your bodies meet, to the friction of his hips against yours, to the maddening circles your own fingers are tracing. The heat is everywhere, inside and out, a consuming fever.

"I can feel you," he mutters, his own control clearly fraying. "Getting so tight. So fucking perfect. Gonna cum for me?"

You can only whimper in response. The coil in your belly is wound impossibly tight, a spring about to snap. You're crying fat tears, teetering on the edge, and yet your eyes are locked on his, on the sweat dripping from his chin onto your chest. The room smells of sex and summer heat and your and his sweat.

"Look at me," Seungcheol demands when your eyes begin to roll back into your scull, his voice low and thick. "Look at me when you let go."

You force yourself to focus to your best ability, considering your vision is blurry and your ears begin to ring. That's when the pressure breaks.

It shatters through you like a wave of white-hot liquid, starting from that deep, touched place and radiating outwards until your very fingertips are buzzing and tingling. Your back arches off the bed, a silent scream caught in your throat before it escapes as a long, shattered moan. Your cunt convulses around him, rhythmic, pulsing clutches that milk his length. You wrap your arms and legs around him, trying to anchor yourself to the present. The sensation of his hot skin under your touch is so solid and real that you can't help but cling even tighter.

Seungcheol's face transforms, a grimace of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He fucks you through it, his movements becoming jagged, losing their rhythm.

"Oh, fuck, fuck—take it, take it," he chants, a mantra as he chases his own end.

With three more deep, grinding thrusts, he stills, buried to the hilt. A deep, ragged groan is torn from his chest as he follows you over, his own release flooding you with warmth that mingles with the heat already pooling between you. You feel the frantic throb of his cock inside you, the final, intimate surrender.

For a long moment, there is only the sound of ragged breathing, the distant hum of a struggling air conditioner somewhere else in the building. Seungcheol collapses, most of his weight coming down on you, but you welcome it—the solid, heavy, sweaty reality of him. He nuzzles into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, his lips pressed to your pounding pulse, kissing your skin lazily in attempts to soothe.

"Hell of a way to beat the heat," he mumbles, voice slurred with exhaustion and satisfaction.

A breathless, giddy laugh escapes you. You drag a trembling hand up his damp back and thread through his wet hair, scratching the scalp and tugging on short strands affectionately. He purrs and wraps his arms tighter around you.

"You're insane. We're going to melt."

"Already melted," he corrects, lifting his head just enough to kiss you, slow and deep and tasting of salt. "You melted me."

You stay like that for a long time, tangled in the damp sheets, in each other. Too lazy and fucked out to move to the shower. You'll have to move eventually, of course, drink a bottle of water at least, turn on the AC, go about your day but for now you will let the world outside get hotter, brighter, the humidity gather its strength. For now it's just you Seungcheol and the sweaty mess that you made of your bed.

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tutor!jiung who stiffens in his seat when you shift closer. he notices everything that you probably don’t. the way your thighs are just barely touching his. the way your lips look at this angle. the sweet, subtle scent of your perfume… he’s so embarrassingly hard right now, and all he can do is pray that you don’t notice.

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tutor!jiung who can’t focus with you being this close to him. ꜜ

jiung clears his throat, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism. “okay, so this bone is called… um…” he pauses, his mind going blank. he’s supposed to be helping you memorize bones, and yet all his mind can focus on is how good you look, how nice you smell, how much he wants to—

“that’s… the frontal bone, right?”

“yeah! yes, the frontal bone. that’s right.” he nods, reaching for another flash card with shaky hands. when he foes manage to pick one up, he loses his grip on it and it falls down into his lap. “sorry, uh, one sec—”

in an attempt to be helpful, you reach down to retrieve the card, only to pause when jiung gasps softly as your fingers brush against the tent in his pants. the two of you look at each other, completely silent for several seconds.

“you know, i think i need a more hands on approach to this,” you whisper softly against his ear as you start to unzip his pants. “you can stay quiet, right jiung?”

he can’t. he really can’t, but for you, he’ll definitely try.

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tutor!jiung who requests to meet you in a more private setting (his dorm room) for all your study sessions going forward. it always starts normally, but things usually end with the two of you feeling each other up. it’s totally educational, though. just anatomy practice.

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tutor!jiung who politely offers to keep you relaxed whenever you suggest taking a break. ꜜ

a good tutor understands the importance of a break. sitting still and studying for hours on end may seem good in theory, but it’s always important to allow yourself a chance to do something other than stare at notes for hours on end. it’s okay to allow yourself a few minutes of rest.

jiung knows this. and since he’s such a good tutor who wants nothing more than to see you succeed, he takes the initiative to ensure that you don’t overwork your poor brain and sinks to his knees in front of you, always blushing whenever you make a remark about how he looks “so cute” like this.

he worships you with his tongue—because that’s exactly what you deserve, nothing less. he wants you to cum. no, he needs to you cum. he needs to see your beautiful face contort with pleasure. he needs to hear you cry out his name and tell him how good he’s making you feel. he needs to feel you make a mess on his face because that’s what he deserves, to be used and played with like nothing more than a living toy to bring you pleasure.

so please, please cum for him.

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tutor!jiung who is more excited than you are when you tell him that you passed your anatomy exam. you thank him, of course, with a hug and a kiss and an evening spent on top of him bouncing up and down on his cock (per his request). ꜜ

“good job on your test…” jiung says, his voice soft and breathy, completely transfixed on the sight of you above him.

“thank you, ji.” you hum, your palms splayed against his naked chest as you ride him, the sound of your lower bodies colliding being the only sound in the room—with the exception of jiung’s moaning. that’s a sound that’s impossible to ignore. “but you know, i really couldn’t have done it without you. you were so helpful and smart… i owe it all to you, baby.”

god, hearing that shouldn’t make him feel so good. but then again, he’s always been so weak for you. your voice and the things you say, the way you look at him, the way you touch him—it’s all too much for jiung to handle.

so don’t blame him if he whines a little louder, or starts to squirm a little more, or ends up finishing before you do. he can’t help it, okay!

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tutor!jiung who agrees to keep in touch with you, mainly because he can’t stomach the thought of never seeing you again, but also because you just find him and his insanely obvious crush on you so adorable. he’s so easy when it comes to you, there’s no way you’re gonna let him go that easily.

IT'S THREE AM WHEN YOU STARTLE AWAKE FROM YOUR DREAM. The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional snore from the body radiating heat next to you. The moon is a sliver of light through the gap in the curtains, cutting across the foot of the bed and up the slope of Mingyu's bare back, broad and golden in the dim light.

The ghost of the dream still clings to your skin - the weight of Mingyu's hands pressing against your thighs, the wet drag of his tongue, the way he'd looked up at you, starry eyed and dark. Your thighs squeeze at the memory, the heat of it still burning in your lower stomach, the ache borderline unbearable.

You feel it like a physical thing, heavy and throbbing, like your body is punishing you for the dream that wasn't real. You lie on your side facing Mingyu, watching the slow rise and fall of his back as he sleeps. The sheets have slipped low enough to reveal the curve of his waist and the dimples in his lower back, probably kicked off in the night because he overheats. He's on his stomach, one long arm folded under his pillow, the other stretched toward you're side of the bed like even in sleep he's reaching for you.

You swallow once. Twice. You want to wake him, but you know he needs sleep. The ask dies on your tongue as you stare at his sleeping figure. You've never been good at asking. With Mingyu it's always him who notices first, catching the way you press your thighs together when he's teasing you or the way you let out a soundless noise when you're trying to fight the heat in your gut.

He'd want you to wake him, though. You know he would. He's told you a million times before that the best remedy for knocking out at night is him. He's usually right, but you don't have the heart to do it, staring at the shadows of his shoulders as the minutes tick by and you lie there more awake than ever.

Somewhere outside, a car passes. The dream has faded to the recesses of your mind, but you're still painfully away. You shift, trying to get comfortable, closing your eyes and willing drowsiness to come. It doesn't. You can hear your pulse against your pillow and the sheets feel wrong, making you squirm closer to Mingyu, seeking comfort.

You inch close enough that you can rest your forehead against his arm. His skin is like a furnace and you breathe him in, the faint smell of vanilla and citrus body wash he loves clinging to his skin. Your arm slips around his waist. trying to settle as you nuzzle into him.

Mingyu makes a low, sleepy sound in his throat, half-asleep. He rolls his head to the side, eyes still closed but facing you, his breath puffing across your forehead. One of his arms comes from under the pillow, scooping you closer to him, tangling your legs together as he sighs dreamily.

You hook your leg over his hip to get comfy - it's a mistake. The movement drags your panties along the firm curve of his side, the friction making you gasp. It's a tiny, desperate noise but it's enough to wake him fully.

"Baby?" His voice is rough with sleep, deeper than usual. Instead of answering, you squeeze your eyes shut, freezing. You hold your breath, not daring to breath him in as you hide your face in the heat of his shoulder. "Why are you holding your breath?"

"'M not."

"Y'are." Slowly, you let your breath out. He chuckles and his fingers start moving, tracing circles on your lower back where he holds you to him. "Why are you awake?" You shrug. "Can't sleep?" A nod. He hums in response, silent for a few moments.

Heaving a sigh, Mingyu moves. You whine as he jostles you, turning on the bed so that he can lay on his side and face you in full. His inky bangs fall across his shadowed face, but you can see he's awake now, eyes drinking you in. It makes you squeeze your thighs together again, letting him pull you to him, chest to chest.

You press your face against him, arms winding around his neck as you burrow closer. Your thigh slides higher on his hip and he slots his thigh between your legs automatically, pressing the bare skin of his thigh to your underwear - your damp underwear.

Mingyu stills. You do too, not daring to twitch as he pauses. Then his hand drifts down, slow and deliberate, until his palm cups your ass and pulls you flush against him. You feel the burn in your face, knowing you've been discovered, knowing he immediately feels the way the fabric sticks to his thigh.

"Fuck," he breaths. "Is this why you're awake?"

You barely let out a sound, nodding against him.

"Tell me," he coaxes, the hand on your ass sliding lower until he's tracing them between your legs, pressing against the wet patch of your underwear. "What was your dream, hm?"

You try to tell him. You really do. But only a breathy sound comes out, the words stuck in your throat as you remember the way he pressed your thighs open, the way he peppered kisses on your thighs and murmured how much he loves you into your skin.

Mingyu chuckles fondly. "Did you dream I was touching you? Is that why you're clinging to me?"

You nod frantically. His finger presses further against you, rubbing lazy circles over your clit through the fabric. You jolt, a strangled moan escaping.

"Poor baby," he murmurs, pressing his lips to your temple. "Woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. You need my help, yeah?"

"Yes," you whisper. "Please."

"Why didn't you just wake me, huh?"

"Didn't want to."

"You can always wake me, baby."

Mingyu kisses you then. You swear every time he kisses you that you fall in love again, his mouth warm and soft against yours. It makes you dizzy, feeling the way he smiles into the kiss as he presses closer to you like he can meld the two of you together.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, smirking. "Gonna give you exactly what you need," he murmurs, kissing you again. "Exactly like you dreamed it."

Your heart pounds. Of course he's going to. Of course his reaction is to move down the bed with unhurried grace, pushing the sheets aside. Of course his instinct is to kiss the tops of your thighs, to run his rough palms up and down your legs, warming you as you fight a shiver.

Mingyu hooks his fingers in your panties and pulls them down, lips pressed to your knee. He tosses them to the side and presses his palms to the inside of your knees, eyes flicking up to look at you. He groans at what he sees, watching with his lips parted slightly as he parts you.

"Fuck," he groans. "So fucking wet."

He kisses up your thighs, each mark a silent I love you. You can feel it in the way his hands slide under your thighs to hold you open, the way his breath fans over your heated core, the way his eyes look at you, fucked out and a wreck. Mingyu is in love with you and he never hesitates to show it, like now when he presses his tongue to you, slow and deliberate.

Your hips kick off the bed as you whimper and he hushes you, holding you to the mattress. He groans as he repeats the motion, flattening his tongue to drag it from your entrance to your aching clit.

"Gyu-"

"Mm." He does it again, slower as he savors you. "Taste so fucking good, baby."

Mingyu settles in like he has all the time in the world, like he forgot the goal here was to wear you out. He's pleased, giving you long, languid licks through your pussy, pausing to circle your clit with the tip of his tongue, then dipping lower to push at your entrance.

The sound he makes are obscene but you don't care, breathy moans leaving you as you fall back, chest rising and falling rapidly as he licks at you. His nose brushes your clit and you whine, earning a laugh from him that vibrates through you and makes your legs twitch.

"Love how you're already trying to close your legs," he mutters, mouth shining with spit and slick. "Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this what you dreamed of?"

Two thick, long fingers slide into you without resistance, curling instantly to stroke that spot that has you seeing stars. You let out a broken sound and he grins, hungry."

"That the spot, baby?"

You nod and he curses under his breath, leaning back in to seal his mouth over your clit, sucking gently at first, then harder. He flicks his tongue in quick strokes while his fingers pump steadily. It makes the room spin and your hands fly to his hair, tugging hard. He moans into you, pleased.

"That's it," he groans. "Pull my hair. Use me. Do what you need, baby."

You're too far gone for shame. Your hips roll up, grinding against his tongue, chasing your pleasure. He lets you, humming approval as you ride his mouth, fingers twisting deeper. The coil in your belly winds tighter, the sweat on the back of your neck and the sheets sticking to your skin driving you further.

"Gyu - I - fuck."

He curls his fingers hard and sucks your clit, eager as he shuffles toward you, pinning you to the bend underneath his weight as he works you. He's desperate for it and you feel the way your lungs tighten, the way you're unable to suck in sharp breaths as your orgasm slams into you, blinding.

Your entire body locks up, pussy clenching around his fingers. Mingyu doesn't stop, licking at you until you're shaking. His mouth becomes gentle, drawing out the aftershocks until you're whining and twisting away from him, spent.

Only then does he crawl back up, gathering you in his arms. His lips are wet and swollen, but you don't care as he kisses you softly, the taste of you on his mouth.

You're boneless and floating but the ache inside of you has shifted to something softer now, a hollow that begs for him. You feel the thick, heavy line of his cock pressing against your thigh as he kisses you and a soft sound escapes you.

He hears it. Of course he does.

Mingyu pulls back just enough to look at you, pupils blown wide. "Still want more, baby?"

Your hands slide down his back, nails dragging lightly over the flex of muscle until you can cup the curve of his ass and pull him closer. "Wanna feel you."

His breath hitches. For a second he just stares at you like you're the most profound thing in the world, like he can commit every detail of your face to memory, like if he can just look at you a little longer, he'll know every dip of your mouth and freckle on your skin.

Mingyu kisses you again, slower this time. He slides a hand to push his sweats down, kicking them down his legs before he settles over you, rolling his hips to slide the length of his cock through your soaked folds. Both of you groan together, breaking the kiss.

"Gonna be gentle," he murmurs against your mouth. "Just wanna be close. Just wanna feel you fall apart around me."

He reaches between you, guiding himself to your entrance. The crown of his cock nudges against you, thick and blunt, and you both exhale shakily as he pushes in, inch by inch.

There's no rush here. Just the slow, steady stretch of him filling you, the drag of every ridge of his cock against your oversensitive walls driving you fucking crazy. He finally bottoms out, hips flush to yours, and he stays there with his forehead pressed to yours, breathing you in.

"Fuck," he growls. "Feels so fucking good."

You wrap your legs loosely around his waist, ankles crossing at the small of his back. He starts to move, slow and deep rolls of his hips that barely pull out before he's sliding back in. Every slow thrust nudges his pelvis against your clit, sending sparks skittering up your spine.

Mingyu hides his face in your neck, lips brushing the frantic pulse in your throat. "Love you like this," he whispers, voice muffled. "Love how you cling to me when your tired. Love you."

You can't form words anymore, just soft and broken sounds that he groans in appreciation at as he presses soft, lazy kisses to your throat. Your hands roam his back, tracing the shift of muscles, the faint sheen of sweat.

Mingyu moans your name, the only sound in the quiet room besides the wet slide of his cock and the rustle of sheets as he presses you into the mattress. He shifts slightly, hooking one of your legs higher over his hip so he can sink even deeper and it makes you gasp, vision blurring as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

"Yeah?" He breathes, presses his mouth to your ear. "Right there, huh? Feels good?"

You nod and cling to him tighter. He keeps the rhythm steady, unhurried, like he could do this for hours. Every time you get close he slows just enough to keep you teetering on the edge, drawing it out until you’re whimpering into his mouth.

"Please," you pant. "Please let me come."

"Yeah? You tired enough now?"

"Fuck - yes."

He smiles against your lips. "Anything you want, baby."

One hand slips between you, thumb finding your clit with devastating accuracy. He circles it slowly, matching the lazy drag of his hips. It's all it takes. Your second orgasm rolls through you gentler but deeper than the first, cutting off your breath as you squeeze his cock like a vice.

Mingyu follows you moments later, burying himself deep and stilling as he groans, shuddering as he comes undone. He mutters your name, peppering your face with butterfly-delicate kisses - cheeks, nose, eyelids.

Eventually, he shifts to the side so he doesn't crush you. He keeps you close though, tucked close with one of his arms under your neck and the other draped over your waist. He slides his leg between yours, keeping himself half-inside you, like he can't bear to be separated.

"Sleep, baby," he whispers. "I've got you."

When he makes it home, door slamming shut behind him, he catches you in the kitchen. You're wearing a small t-shirt and tiny shorts, a frilly apron wrapped around you as you mix ingredients in a bowl. When you see him, you're flashing him a dazzling smile, "I'm making cookies!"

"That's great, Pretty." He’s stalking closer like a predator about to catch the sweetest prey. “Spread your legs for me.” And he doesn’t even have the patience to actually let you move yourself. He moves fast, one hand shoving you into the kitchen counter, his other hand prying your plush thighs apart as he sinks onto his knees with a groan.

“Oh!” Your yelp is full of surprise, your fingers curling tighter on the wooden spoon in your one hand and the bowl with your other. “Tae? What’re you-“ your jaw slacks when you feel his fingers tease up the back of your legs.

He’s got your hips digging into the counter top, making you stand on your tip toes, your ass jutted out for him. Your face flushes hot when he presses his face into your pretty pussy still covered by your shorts. His mouth gaping open, huffing and puffing like a dog in heat. His nose sniffing lewdly and making a zing! shoot through your body. “I don’t fail No Nut November if I don’t cum- doesn’t mean I can’t make you cum, right? Right?” His eyes are hooded, his tongue soaking the thin shorts covering your drooling cunt from him.

And you fucking shudder, the cookie batter long forgotten as his palms rub your ass, his voice already wrecked, needy and full of longing. “Tae-“ You’re breathy and whining at the end, “Oh, Tae!”

Taehyung’s mind spins, and he’s folding you over the counter with one hand, dragging the shorts over your ass and down your pretty legs. He doesn’t even try to take them all the way off, letting the material hang around your left foot as his breath pants overs your glistening folds. “As long as I don’t cum it’s okay, it’s okay, baby. Jus’ need a taste, lemme have a taste, tha’s it - show me your pretty pussy,” he purrs and your stomach flips.

It doesn’t count if he doesn’t cum, right? Right?

Taehyung’s mouth salivates, watching your drooling cunt throb, clenching around nothing, wishing for him to stuff you full. “Missed her, and I know she’s missed me. Haven’t you? My pretty girl.” His words slur together as he speaks to your cunt, drunk off your pussy before he’s even touched her. His eyes trailing the slick dripping down your legs.

His thumbs massage your puffy folds, separating the sticky lips apart, blowing on your quivering pussy just to see your slicked hole wink back at him. It feels so dirty how Taehyung has you. Your thighs tense, your stomach sucks in, and your eyelashes flutter close only to fly open in surprise when Taehyung moves.

He forces you to take step back, your breasts pressed against the cold counter top as he turns his body around. He takes his seat on the kitchen floor, his head tilting back, and your dripping cunt hovering right over his waiting mouth. “Need ya’ to bring that pretty pussy down, my love. C’mon, waited long enough already,” he grabs your waist forcefully, and pulls you onto his tongue.

The wet muscle that was his tongue, licks up your pussy like you’re dessert before his dinner. His fingers dip into your hips, forcing your trembling legs to squat a little as he dives face first into your sweet pussy. His groans vibrate up your core lewdly and he’s lapping every new wave of sweet juices that gush from your cunt happily. His cock strains against his slacks, jerking in his boxers as he drags your pussy over his face obscenely. The kitchen walls echo with your pretty cries and the vulgar squelches of your cunt as he slurps it up.

His nose knocks into your puffy clit with each shake of his head, his lips sucking your gooey folds, tongue curling around your dripping hole. Your gummy walls stretching around the long muscle as he slobbers your cunt with his saliva and your juices messily.

You’re slick drools heavily onto his tongue, syrupy and sweet like cream in his morning coffee. It drips on his tongue, down to the back of his throat and even more slips past his lips and down his cheeks, chin, and neck. And the entire time he groans in encouragement, loving every second he’s suffocating between your fat cunt.

“Tha’s it, so sweet - missed this, pretty pussy . Use me, c’mon ride m’face. Want you to make a mess- mmm, there we go, Baby.” And you’re whining, his words building the inferno inside you to burn hotter and hotter. Your fingers clutch the kitchen counter for mercy, but Taehyung tongue swirls your clit instead and you feel two of his thick fingers trace your entrance before slipping all the way to the knuckle.

The stretch makes your walls slurp on his fingers tighter, your hand moving to the top of Taehyung’s messy curls. Your fingers thread into his soft locks, feeling his mouth suck your clit into his mouth as your hips buck from the feeling. You messily drag your cunt over his face and make him groan loudly from it. “Yes, yes, tha’s it - rub your pussy all over me, Pretty.”

The wet squelches are obscene, resonating louder in the kitchen as your mouth drops open in pleasure. Cute little ‘oh’s’ and ‘ah’s!’ slip from your glossy lips as Taehyung’s stuffs you with another finger. He curls his digits deep inside, his coarse fingertips digging into the sweet spot that makes you squeal so sweetly for him. And squeal you do.

He’s hooking his fingers to smash into that same spot over and over again, making your body tense up. You’re tugging on his hair harder, your hips moving erratically as your orgasm approaches faster. “Right there, right there,” your moan is more throaty while your eyes roll to the back of your head as Taehyung listens. He keeps the same pace, coaxing you to let go as he sucks on your clit like it’s candy.

“C’mon, give it to me, cum f’me - let go, want it all on my tongue.” He’s babbling and you’re squealing his name, your hips stuttering and your body slumping over the counter as your orgasm takes over. You gush, all on Taehyung’s waiting mouth, his tongue lapping around his fingers he’s stuffed you with, humming happily as you tremble in the aftershocks.

It’s been five days since he’s had your pussy crying for him, and if you think he satisfied with just that, you’re sorely mistaken. He slips his fingers from your quivering pussy, a wet squelch ringing through the air as he drags your pliant body down to the floor with him. His eyes swirl with hunger, his face glistening with your slick, his lips puffy and his jaw aching from eating you out with such fervor.

“Did so well for me,” he coos and you have to blink heavily up at him as he lays you out on the kitchen floor. He’s flipping your apron up, exposing your pussy to his gaze again. “I don’t fail if I don’t nut, right?” He licks your slick from his lips and kneels between your legs. “It’s okay, I just won’t nut, right? I just need to feel you some more, Pretty. You’ll be so good for me, right?”

Your thighs still quiver, and you nod dumbly at your boyfriend, drool already forming in your mouth as he bends your legs up to your chest. He displays your wet pussy shamelessly, watching it still throb in need, and he loses it.

With one hand, he unbuttons and unzips his slacks, pulling them and his boxers down enough to free his aching cock. And oh does it ache for you. His pretty cock is long, thick and painfully hard. The bulbous tip blushing angry red, pulsating with its own heartbeat as his slit weeps creamy precum heavily. His cock smacks onto your pussy from just how thick it is, and Taehyung’s balls are filled with so much cum, five days worth, that even more of his precum leaks and pools on your stomach making the both of you groan.

Taehyung clenches his jaw. He just doesn’t have to nut, and he won’t fail the challenge. His hand wraps around his shaft, guiding it through your gooey wet folds, smearing your sweet slick onto his fat cock, and he has a full body shiver.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

And when the head of his thick cock notches onto your wet entrance? His hips move on their own accord, sinking the first few inches of his cock inside, and making his jaw clench.

His head droops in defeat because how could he even gaslight himself or you that he won’t nut? How? Not when your gummy walls wrap around him so sinfully a few squirts of his precum stick to your convulsing walls immediately.

Your knees bend to your chest, his palms holding down the back of your thighs as he manhandles your soft body into the filthiest mating press. The position makes your drooling cunt wrap snug around him, slurping him eagerly as he splits you open.

Your gripping him so hard he can only move slowly, bullying your pussy to make room for him. His cock is big and wide, stretching you deliciously you feel every mouthwatering inch drag along your walls. You can feel the thick vein running down his cock throb desperately against your walls, and you moan loudly. “S’big - ngh - too big, too much!” Your eyes well with tears, pinned under Taehyung’s mercy as he takes you on the kitchen floor.

It feels animalistic, primal, dirty how you’re forced to take every inch of his cock. Your feet dangle by his ears, and you can feel him deep inside, reaching farther than you thought possible, filling you so thoroughly you feel like he’s in your lungs. Your breaths burning to even take full breaths.

When he finally bottoms out, your entire body throbs. Your thighs burn, your stomach clenches and your walls convulse rapidly around his shaft, trying to mold to the sheer size of him. “Doing so good f’me,” Taehyung praises, sucking the saliva that pools in his mouth to stop himself from drooling. “Always feel so good around me - you keep me nice n’ warm, don’t ever want to be away from her.” His cock twitches and your sob is raw from the back of your throat.

“Tae, please-“ your nails dig into his big biceps, the tears falling down your cheeks as your mind fogs up. All you can focus on is how much you missed this. Five days were long for you too.

“Aw, did you miss me too?” He coos at your pathetic sniffles, his heavy balls clenching as you whine with a nod. Yeah, fuck this, he’s lost - how could he have deprived not only himself but you of this. His hips pull back, sliding almost all the way out, watching your pussy try to clamp down on him - keep him from leaving. “I know, five days is a long time,” he gives you a pout that matches your own, a little condescending as your nails leave marks on his skin from how hard you clutch to him. “When I’m done with you, it’ll be all worth it.” And then he snaps his hips forward.

His cock thrusts back inside in one stroke, knocking the breath from you and making you slide up from where you were lying on the tile. “Oh fuck, fuck-“ and Taehyung chooses a brutal pace.

He fucks you like he’s mad at you. Bullying his cock into your wet channel roughly, making your slick splash and smear on his pelvis as he drags you back to meet each of his nasty thrusts. “Don’t run from me, ma- we’re just getting started.”

……

It’s been hours.

You’re crying, eyes rolled to the back of your head as Taehyung’s cock thwacks against your puffy pussy merciless for the third time tonight. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve cum on his dick, your pretty pussy obscenely creaming so much around Taehyung’s length your cunt weeps louder than your raw throat.

And Taehyung is pussy drunk. He’s cum twice already, sloshing his hot sticky cum deep into your drooling cunt, his grunts sounding more like growls from the way he takes you. Your thighs are numb from being held in a mating press, doggy, and then back to mating press. And it seems Taehyung is no where near done with you. “M’sorry I failed no nut November, Pretty.” He’s drooling, the lewd sounds of wet skin smacking into wet skin resonating through the kitchen walls. The mixture of both of your cum seeps from your wet folds and down your ass and into the kitchen floor messily, and you can feel another orgasm build in your abdomen.

Taehyung hair falls into his eyes, the veins in his forearms present from how his arms flex to keep you still. Your pussy slurps his cock wetly, his hips pushing previous loads of his cum from your wet folds as he grinds the hilt of his cock deep inside. “M-make- I’m gonna’ m-make it up to y-you, Pretty.” He dips his head down, his tongue licking up your cute little tears that run down your cheeks. It makes your legs stretch farther back and you both groan as yor body locks up again, your pussy squirting your sweet juices up his pelvis and abs.

Your walls twitch around his girth, milking his cock through your orgasm and sending him falling over the edge right after you. He growls, tightening his hold on the back of your knees, using his weight to press his cock deep inside as he cums. He paints your walls white with more cum, his tip kissing your cervix and rendering you dumb off of his cock. Your mind blanks, your body turning into putty in Taehyung’s hands.

You barely notice that the sun has started to rise outside. Your cookies fucked much like you as Taehyung flips you around to be face down ass up for him. His cum sloshes from your twitching cunt and he’s already mounting you from behind, sliding his cock back in with a vulgar squelch. His cock slides deeper, his creamy tip smooching just outside your womb and having you shuddering violently around his length.

No Nut November? Pfft. He’s not going to stop nutting until he’s got nothing left.

A/N: ayyeee talk to me nice :) I’m delulu okay? And I wrote this half-asleep so there probably is mistakes - that’s on me - oh wellllll

Lmao anyways, comments, kudos, and feedback are appreciated 🙂‍↕️

The wet squelches of your pussy echo in the dorm room as you slide down Seokmin's painfully hard cock. Your pussy welcomes the intrusion, slurping your gummy walls to his wide circumference, making the pretty boy underneath you whimper. His brain is melting, thighs shaking, as you sit all the way down to the thick base of his cock. He's never felt something so good. Your pussy renders him into a stuttering mess. "Oh my god, oh my god- s'too much-"

If you had told anyone you planned to ride Dokyeom's cock until he was a shaking mess. They wouldn't believe you. You're so popular around the college campus, in a highly acclaimed sorority, and Seokmin was the president of the drama club. In the hierarchy society seemed adamant to abide by, you were out of Dokyeom's league. And it was one of the many reasons why you liked him so much. He was the sweetest boy you came across one day while looking for a book in the library for your latest assignment.

And you knew, the moment he flashed you a smile that warmed you like the sun, that it would always end up like this.

Your walls squeeze around his shaft, sinfully. And he moans, wrecked and high-pitched, his cock jerking inside you for the nth time. Your gummy walls throb around his large girth, slurping his cock deep inside until Dokyeom’s jaw slacks open in awe. He doesn’t know how many times he’s cum now, filthy globs of his creamy seed stuffing farther into your wet channel, adding to the obscene squelches your pussy makes as you bounce in his lap.

You've been doing this for what feels like hours to Dokyeom. Swirling your hips in such an intoxicating way. Forcing his weeping bulbous tip to smooch your cervix with filthy kisses that made you see stars. You're so warm, so wet, squeezin' him so tightly his eyes gloss over. Pretty tears form on his long eyelashes, and his fingers dig into the bedsheets underneath him.

He whines, broken, hiccuping as the wet ‘plap plap plap’ of your addictive pussy smacks down onto his tender cock visciously. He sniffles, "P-please, shit-slow down - ngh - i’m gonna cum again-” His head tilts back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hips buck up into your drooling cunt. A filthy mixture of your combined cum pools from your puffy folds, coating his cock with the sweet slick until it forms a ring around his thick base.

So messy.

So wet.

And your lips curve into a smug grin, your hand moving up to cup Seokmin’s cheek softly as you swirl his cock inside you. You're grinding slowly and steadily, your thumb wiping away his tears that stream down his blushing cheeks. You pout with fake empathy. “Don’t you wanna cum inside? Paint my pussy white over and over again?” Honestly, he feels too good to stop. His fat cock is stirring your insides so deliciously that you can feel your mouth water.

And when you feel his cock twitch at your words, a whine slipping from his spit-slicked lips, you coo. He looked so pretty when he cried. Looking so fucked out, eyes squeezing shut as you ride him like your personal dildo. Your walls clamp around his length, milking the life outta him, forcing gooey hot sperm out of his weeping tip with each bounce you did on his thick cock.

And Dokyeom is fucked. Obsessed - it hurts so good that he doesn’t know if he can handle what happens if he’s pushed to the edge again. But he’ still blabbering between sniffles. “Yeah, grind on my cock..just like that…please, jus’ like that, jus’ like that!”

He cries out loudly, his arms straining, biceps flexing. His fingers clutched the pillow next to him as his other hand pushed on the headboard above him. The muscles in his thighs tensed, drool slipped past his lips, and he cums again, a raw sob shaking from his chest as you continue to rock up n’ down, up n’ down on his big cock.

He stuffs you full so well, filling you up so thoroughly, the veins that run down his length throb and rub all the sweet spots inside you. You can’t get enough, feeling his cum splurt rope after rope of his seed until it overflows from your pretty cunt. It’s filthy how the mixture of both of your previous orgasms seeps past your soaked folds, smearing on Dokyeom’s pelvis and dripping down to his heavy balls.

And Seokmin doesn’t know if he’s actually breathing; his body shakes under you as you still fuck him filthily. Your pussy slurps greedily on his cock, and more tears fall from Dk’s pretty eyes. “I-I can’t- nothin’-“ he sobs, and you cup his face with both hands as you roll your hips in stomach-clenching swivels. “Nothin’s left, given you ‘verything, no more, no more for you.”

But his body betrays him. His balls are still heavy, and they smack against your plush ass each time you slam down on his cock. He’s still rock hard, and you’re cooing at his cute sniffles. “You say you can’t? But why’re you still hard, Baby?” Your thumbs wipe his tears, your lips pressing into his for a loving but messy kiss. “Such a pretty slut crying while you fill my pussy up over and over.”

Dokyeom’s whine ends in a mewl, his head shaking back and forth, heat crawling up his neck until his ears burn red at the top. He tries to defend himself, his mind glitching with how good you're riding him, literally fucking him dumb. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, his tears staining his cheeks as the familiar knot in his stomach builds back up, and he can only babble. “Yes, yes, ngh- “

Through blurry vision, Dokyeom’s watches as you lean back, moving your hands from his face to slide over your soft body, sitting still on his twitching cock. His eyes are heart-shaped, burning intensely as you move one hand to your breast, pulling your nipple between your fingers as your other hand moves between your thighs. You rub your puffy clit, deciding to give him some mercy by pausing your delirious bounces to play with yourself.

But it just brings new tears sliding down his cheeks. With his orgasm halting, you make him watch while you play with yourself. Your breathy moans increase in tempo as you rub your clit faster, and the bundle of nerves pulsates against your fingertips as you knead your breasts with your other hand. You don’t have to move to cum on his cock and Dokyeom’s watches in awe as your body tenses up, your jaw slacking as you easily work yourself into an orgasm with a pleased whine.

It ruins him. Something snaps in his mind. And while your pussy convulses around his cock, gushing your sweet, slick juices around his length, he grabs your waist forcefully. Using strength that surprises you, he moves you sloppily up n’ down on his cock. He plants his feet on the bed and pushes his hips up to meet each one of your nasty bounces with a grunt.

His head falls farther into the pillow under him, exposing his pretty throat as he feels his cock swell one more time. “M’gonna cum, m’gonna cum, oh fuck, m'gonna cum!” His balls tighten up, and the gasp he exhales sends goosebumps down your entire body.

He cums with a wrecked sob echoing in the bedroom as he shoots blanks inside you. He had meant it when he said he had given you everything. His overstimulated cock jumps and jerks against your gummy walls and helps you ride your orgasm until you're slumping over Seokmin’s wrung-out body.

“You did so- wait, what’re you doin’?” You yelped when he rolled you both around, so you’re the one now lying on your back. Dokyeom’s eyes are glossed over, his tongue lolled out, drooling as he ruts his hips mindlessly into your pulsing cunt. His cock is oversensitive but still hard, and his mind is complete mush. He can’t stop even if he wanted to; it’s too good. It feels too good. And he grinds meanly into your pretty pussy as he babbles between tears.

“Can’t stop- don’ wanna- isn’t this what you wanted, right? Right?”

You knew loser dick was better.

A/N: As always, comments, kudos, and feedback are greatly appreciated!

Side note: I would like to say nothing is wrong with being in drama club lmao it was just for the little bit of plot hahaha

He walked towards you, locking you in between his body and his room mate's bedroom door.

"Tell me angel, was my friend better or was it me?" Your chest was heaving, inner thighs tightening together as your eyes carelessly wandered to his lips, your inner demon just wanting them back onto yours and Seungcheol did exactly that.

It wasn't sweet. It was rough, needy and eagerly full of lust. His tongue entering your mouth to swipe the gum and somehow place it in his own mouth. He wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in as your skimpy little club skirt was now grinding on his running shorts, as your hands ravaged his fit body. The grip on your ass was your signal to jump as he carried you more into their apartment, and to their kitchen. Seungcheol laid you down on their kitchen counter, making you shudder at the coldness but his body being on top of you as you both still heavily made out kept you warm. His hands unzipping the corset top from the front leaving your breasts bare for him as his lips move from your mouth to your tits.

"So you always go to clubs without a bra on?" he teased. You could only whimper as his fingers played with your nipples licking a stripe in between your breasts to then use his huge hands to basically smoosh your tits over his face to motorboat you. Hearing his groans in between your chest, you can't help but giggle.

"What's so funny?" He asks, biting your tit as he removes his face from your chest.

"You have a thing for motor boating?" You asked, recalling him doing the same thing as he fucked you last time.

"Well, it's because these tits are perfect, just as much as this pussy is." Seungcheol explains as one of his hands creeps under your skirt and cups your pussy tightly. It made your back arch and a loud moan escape, by quick reaction you covered your mouth with your hand as you look to the side where Mingyu's door is in slight fear that you were going to get caught.

Seungcheol saw this and a low growl escape, he then pulled your skirt and underwear down in one swift motion.

"I've been thinking about how fucking good you taste all fucking week, jerked off so many fucking times thinking about your pussy." He admitted. Seungcheol knelt down, holding your wrists to pin your arms to the sides of your body as his also laid his biceps across your thighs to restrict your movement. He blew air onto your pussy and grinned seeing you squirm.

"Want you to be loud baby, wake him up to a good surprise yeah? Call me daddy like you did last time." Before you could object, Seungcheol spat the gum in his mouth to the side so he could dive in head first. He wasn't lying about the fact he wanted this, needed this.

"Oh my god!" you yelled, lifting your head up to see his eyes already watching your every reaction and that only made things hotter.

What he didn't know was you thought about his mouth all fucking week too, though your one night stand rule was to dip without any other contact. A part of you wished that you did get Seungcheol's contact, you hadn't had anyone eat you out as good as he did. Which is one of the reasons why you even went out last night to try to forget the need for Seungcheol's mouth, is it coincidence or pure fucking luck for your distraction to be his fucking room mate of all people.

Seungcheol ate you out so good that it was loud and wet, the slurps felt like it was bouncing off the walls and he was devouring like a thirst deprived man receiving his drink. His tongue was fucking magic, going from flicking your bud to entering you and drawing figure 8s on your pussy. To just full on mouth on clit.

"Oh daddy I'm so close!" you moaned out, as soon as you did that you could feel the grin. He then let go of your hands to use one of his thumbs to rub circles on your nub and used the other to vastly thrust two fingers in you. With his tongue still working his magic and the motion of his fingers, you were going crazy, basically now humping his face. He loved the desperation of your movements that he stopped using his hands, including fingering you to wrap both his arms around your thighs to pull you even more closer to his face. Wanting you to cum on his mouth and his desperate mouth only.

It was giving you deja vu the last time you two fucked and how you felt you were suffocating him but he didn't care and things have clearly not changed. Your back arched as the pit of your stomach only felt tighter, you moved your head to the side for only a split second and paused with your blurry vision seeing Mingyu now wide awake in the hallway.

But yet, your shock only lasted for a split second and his presence, knowing he was watching only made you get to your release sooner. Your eyes travelled downwards to see Mingyu's hard cock against his grey sweatpants and that was it, your hand reached into Cheol's hair as you released all over his mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to control it with how good and sweet the release felt.

You shrieked when you felt your pussy get slapped, a signal to open your eyes and quickly diverting your head back to Seungcheol who stood proudly. The look in his eyes full of ego as he tasted what was left of your cum on his lips, his eyes never leaving your face and reading you were not a bit uncomfortable at the surprise third guest.

"Really Cheol?" You hear from Mingyu.

"Don't be whining Mingyu, technically I had her first." Cheol said with a smirk.

You see Mingyu's face turn into realisation. The moans that spilled out of your mouth last night that sounded like heaven in his ears to the point it naturally made his hips thrust faster sounded oh so familiar because he jerked off (and came) to the same moans only a week before.

"But..." Seungcheol coughs, now leaning onto the counter to face Mingyu (but where your legs were to not cover your view.)

Cheol's hand reached to cup your breast, his two fingers rubbing your nipple so you didn't feel neglected. It was like to tell you, without words that he was nowhere near done with you despite not looking directly at you.

"I think she likes this predicament right now, hm?" His eyes, finally now looking at you as he pinches your nipple making your body jerk by his touch. The eye contact between you and Seungcheol heavy, like he needed to read your facial expressions and how you were feeling.

"Does this little slut like knowing that you have two hard cocks wanting you right now?" You could only whimper at the dirty talk, your pussy still wet and brain mush from how hard he ate you out. Seungcheol's hand moved from your breast to your chin, cupping your face.

"Use your words darling, say you want us both right here at the same time and we're all yours." Seungcheol explained.

You nodded fast, in the back of your brain knowing how utterly pathetic you must look but you didn't care.

"Yes! Yes! I want both of your big cocks right now, please daddy." you begged to Seungcheol, then looking at Mingyu now standing closer to the both of you. You address him. "Please sir."

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And here you were. On all fours in Seungcheol's king size bed with his mirror closet giving you a view of how you looked when your eyes adverted to the side. You looked like a mess and it was a view all three of you wanted planted in your brains forever.

Mingyu, standing on one side with his huge cock in your mouth had you using one arm to steady yourself and the other to play with his balls. His hands were in your hair to balance himself as he harshly thrusted into your mouth.

Seungcheol, standing on the other side has his large cock slamming in and out of your pussy from behind. One hand gripped your hip tightly throughout the whole fucking while the other hand would go from gripping your other hip to thrust in you roughly to slapping your ass just when he felt like it. It was loud and messy, tears ran down your face at the pleasure.

Though Mingyu was thrusting in your mouth, you made sure to swirl your tongue to give him even more pleasure. Your eyes couldn't leave the sight above you, despite it being so blurry from the tears in your eyes. Mingyu was so fucking pretty. The way his eyes scrunched but forced himself to stare at you with his mouth agape and the grip on your hair tightening to signal when your mouth did a really fucking good job.

Mingyu was fighting a war with himself. He was shutting his eyes because the pleasure was getting to him but god, did he also want to see your pretty, teary eyed face that included seeing your eyes roll back from the pleasure Seungcheol was giving you.

For Seungcheol, he loved every minute of this. He also thought Mingyu was endearing when he was getting his cock sucked, of course this wasn't their first time sharing.

With your second orgasm approaching, you felt yourself getting closer to your release before Seungcheol was even done. You wanted to release Mingyu's cock to give a warning of your orgasm but his grip on your head was so tight. You didn't have to say anything though because Seungcheol knew you were close from how much your pussy was tightly gripping his cock.

He moved both his hands back to your hips, thrusting faster and harder that his balls slapping against your ass echoed throughout the bedroom.

"I know you're close baby, give it to me, coat my cock with your cum so I can paint you white." Cheol chanted, it only made your eyes roll and Mingyu grin at the sight once again.

"Fuck she love this." Mingyu moaned out, his hand going from your hair to your face and with both hands using his thumbs to stroke your hollowed out cheeks.

"Does princess like getting creampied? Want me to cum in your next?" Mingyu questions, you nod fast in his hands.

With Cheol's brutal pace and a grip on your hips that will leave bruises, you cum hard. Your arms losing the balance of keeping you upright making your mouth leave Mingyu's cock and though he hissed at the cold air. He rather cum in your pretty pussy than your mouth anyways.

You moaned and cried onto the bed, your body spasming at the pleasure. But Cheol didn't give up despite the new position. Still thrusting into your pussy vastly as your walls clutched onto his cock, you felt so fucking wet and tight that he couldn't help himself and came right after you. In you. The feeling of his cum spurting into your gummy walls only made your body yelp more, your hands gripping onto the sheets tightly.

"Thank you daddy! Thank you!' You screamed into the bed. Making more spurts of cum from Cheol come out.

Mingyu could have came at the sight of both of you orgasming knowing he was next.

You couldn't dare lift your head up, feeling slightly humiliated and knowing the makeup from last night probably looked even more messy as your chest was heaving. Pussy twitching. But that didn't last long as you felt yourself get flipped. Your back now laying on the bed as the two men switched places without you realising, you steadying your own breath was all you heard and focused on.

Mingyu smiling widely at your shock as he softly stroked your outer thighs.

"Ready to take me princess?" He asked. With your need to be their good girl, you nodded.

"Words" Mingyu sternly said.

"Yes sir, nee-" before you could finish your sentence about needing his cock. A large shriek fell out your lips as he pulls your body closer to the edge of the bed by your legs; to wrap them around his waist.

"Sorry for surprising you baby, but I'm not sorry for this." Mingyu utters and before you could question what he meant.

He thrusted his huge cock all in, making you loudly scream. The stretch hurt but my god was it delicious. Seungcheol was huge in the sense of his length, while Mingyu was huge from his girth. Both easily stretching you in different and addictive ways.

"T-Thought Seungcheol's cock prepped you already but you're still so fucking tight. Fuck ... babe." Mingyu stutters, chants, breathless.

You don't miss the weight of the bed dip as Seungcheol now sits beside you.

You reach your hand out to stroke Seungcheol's semi-hard cock to become hard again, but he hisses and smacks your hand away.

"Did I say you could touch?" He tells off, you whimper in response.

Instead of being closer to you, he moves away until his head leans against the bed's headboard. Legs criss crossed as he began to stroke his own cock while watching you get fucked. Your eyes never leaving each other as he does this, he smiles at your pout, finding you cute as your brain whines on how this isn't fair.

Before you could further complain, Mingyu readjusts his hips that he finds the spot you needed. It makes you gasp, your attention diverting back to him as he himself wears a similar pout to you.

"Pay attention to me too baby" he complains.

"I-I'm sorry sir! You fuck me so good sir, p-please don't stop" you moan out and praise. Back arching, eyes shutting as your delicious tits are bouncing from the thrusts, both Mingyu and Seungcheol can't stop watching your chest as one strokes his cock faster while the other penetrates you faster.

You can't control it any longer, your orgasm approaching and your mouth spewing every noise your throat can make. Mingyu fucking you so good, you don't even register how tight he's holding you or how Seungcheol's moaning with you. Unable to say any words, with a scream you come once again. Mingyu nearly topples over with how your pussy grips his cock while you orgasm, knowing why Seungcheol nearly lost himself as well.

With Mingyu's hard cock still plugged into you, not moving to let you have a breather both your eyes go to Seungcheol whose cum is splattered all over his stomach. You feel drool leave your mouth and both of them snicker seeing this.

An idea sparks in Mingyu's head, he takes his cock out of your warm pussy and before you whine of the emptiness he plunges two fingers in you.

"Get on all fours baby and lick daddy's cum off" Mingyu orders, both you and Seungcheol are surprised to hear him take control for the first time throughout this ordeal.

It makes you eagerly listen and as you move, reposition yourself. Mingyu's fingers never leave you. Instead he joins kneeling on the bed behind you, once you face Seungcheol you attempt to lower your head but Mingyu grabs your hair to lift your head up. You yelp in surprise but love the delicious burn like you did when you were sucking his cock.

"Film it on the bedside table Cheol" Mingyu orders, nodding to the phone on the same table and Seungcheol smiles. You feel your pussy flutter and cheeks blush at the same time,

"Hm, I was going to ask if that's okay angel but seems like it is. Naughty girl" Mingyu announces as he kisses your back softly.

When you hear the noise of the phone camera recording, you see it on the bedside table on selfie mode perfectly capturing all three of you.

"Lick baby" Mingyu orders again and lets go of your hair, just for it to be held in a makeshift ponytail by Seungcheol. You lower your head and lick a stripe of his load on Cheol's stomach, the salty and sticky liquid on your tongue making you hum as Seungcheol watches your every move of continuously licking his body. Hissing as you casually try to take his semi-hard cock's tip after licking his cum up. His cock was sensitive but if you went to suck him off, he wouldn't object.

At the same time, Mingyu unplugs his fingers to thrust his cock back into you. The motion making your lips that were around Cheol's tip now take his cock fully and deeper into your mouth.

"Oh shit" Cheol moans out, his cock now fully hard.

You wish this overwhelming pleasure of sucking Cheol's cock and Mingyu's fast thrusts mixed with your wet and full of cum pussy would never end. You bob your mouth up and down Cheol's shaft, tongue feeling his veins.

Seungcheol knew he wasn't going to last long, his free hand not in your hair gripping the pillow beside him as he thrusted into your mouth. Now he understood Mingyu's predicament before, he couldn't describe how good you sucked cock even if he tried.

Mingyu was in the same predicament, not knowing how much longer he can hold on as your tight pussy continues to grip him from the pleasure of sucking cock and Mingyu thrusting into your pussy so deliciously.

The fact this was the fourth orgasm they were pulling out of you and so close to your third, you were close as well. But with full persistent you wanted daddy to cum first, with the one hand not steadying your position just like you did with Mingyu. You played with Cheol's balls while deep throating him. That was all it took, as his load spilled into your mouth. Despite thinking you swallowed all of it, when your mouth left his shaft. You felt liquid still around your lips and leaving your mouth like drool but the warmth and thickness of it made you realise it was his cum on your lips.

"Oh fuck" Seungcheol quietly whispered, chest still panting. He grabbed the phone off the bedside table to film your face close up, your fucked out face was both beautiful and a fucking mess.

"F-Fuck I'm close" Mingyu panted behind you, using one of his hands to start rubbing your clit to get you closer. You bite your lip, tasting the cum. Seungcheol still filming every bit of this.

"Mingyu look at the phone" Seungcheol points out, moving it to the side a bit to still capture your makeup ruined face while letting Mingyu have his view.

The sight of your pleasured out face was all it took for Mingyu, cumming in your pussy with a scream from his lips. The sensation making your own pussy spasm and cum for the fourth time, both of them had massive loads that felt like they were filling your cunt to the brim. Just like before, your arms give up on you. Head plopping onto Seungcheol's thighs as he softly strokes your hair.

Mingyu grabs the phone from Seungcheol with shaky hands, now filming from the side right next to where his cock and your pussy were as your hips were still upright. Finally unplugging his cock, you and Seungcheol watch from the phone as Mingyu watches with his own eyes how the mix of all three of your cums trickle down your thighs, drops falling onto the bedsheets.

All three of you are sweaty and tired beyond belief, you feel your own eyes drooping to a shut on Cheol's thigh not even getting to see who was cleaning the sticky mess on your legs with a towel. All you heard and felt before your slumber was a kiss on the shoulder, hair strokes and a sentence of

"Sleep baby girl, you earned it, we'll be here."

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