future's gonna be okay

You force yourself to look around, searching for a distraction. The cabin is meticulous, neat, and undeniably cozy. Every surface speaks of warmth and care, yet none of it reaches you—not with the unease clinging to your chest, the same restless weight that’s followed you since you left home.

When the feeling swells again, you turn toward the window.

This mountain cabin is nothing like Taehyung’s summer place—smaller, yes, but no less comfortable. Quaint. Homey. The kind of place meant to soothe. Outside, the surrounding woods blur beneath sheets of rain, a view that should evoke peace.

But all you see is the storm. The same storm which accompanied you all the way here, as if trying to stop you from getting further away from home.

Less than an hour ago, one just like it raged inside you—chaos tightening in your chest, a deep chasm forming until escape felt like the only option.

What was it again? 

Yes, that’s right. A fight. That was what sent you away from home.

You can’t even remember how it started. The details are gone, blurred by adrenaline and hurt, but the pain remains sharp and unmistakable. The look on Taehyung’s face. The way it lodged itself somewhere beneath your ribs.

It feels almost silly now. Maybe no sillier than your current state—soaked from head to toe, hair plastered to your skin, makeup ruined. The surprise you’d so carefully planned for him was washed away by rain and impulse. That’s what happens when you run out into a storm and drive across the city without thinking.

A chill tears through you at the memory, your arms tightening instinctively. You’re just wishing for a blanket—something warm, something safe—when footsteps sound from the hallway.

You turn just as Jungkook appears with a folded towel in his hands. The moment he takes you in—standing there like a drenched, unsteady cat, barefoot on the floor—his easy smile fades. “I told you to sit on the couch,” he says, approaching.

You gesture weakly at your dripping clothes. “I didn’t… want to get it wet.” Your voice trembles, betraying the cold you’re trying to ignore.

His brows knit together as he opens the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. “Here,” he murmurs, his voice as gentle as the way he tucks it around you.

Warmth blooms—partly from the towel, partly from him stepping closer, close enough that his chest nearly brushes yours. You look up before you can stop yourself, breath catching when you realize just how near he is.

“Is everything okay?” he asks softly, his face etched with worry.

The question stirs something dangerous. Unbidden memories resurface—last summer, Taehyung’s cabin, the heat of shared nights. Jungkook’s slow approach at the hot tub. His sweet, yet commanding whispers. The way your body had learned and memorized every one of his touches and how easily they sparked a reaction in you.

Heat unfurls through you, vivid and unwelcome. His gaze darkens, the same way it did back then—when he watched you give yourself over to pleasure, whether by his hands or someone else’s. The memory makes your cheeks burn, your skin hum with need.

Last summer feels like another lifetime.

The four of you haven’t been together since, yet there were nights when you’ve been reliving it silently through your dreams.

Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle, as if he knows exactly where your thoughts have wandered. “Why don’t you go and change first?” he says, voice lowered, causing the heat inside you to swirl wildly. “You can use the bathroom. I’ll find you something to wear.”

“Right… okay.” This time, your stammer has nothing to do with the cold.

Still, you don’t move. If anything, you lean closer, telling yourself it’s just the warmth you crave. But there’s something deeper stirring—something reckless.

His hands come up to steady you when your body sways. “Does Taehyung know you’re here?”

You shake your head. Your throat tightens as flashes of the fight come back to you, and the knowing look on his face falters.

“Something happened,” he says gently.

“We fought,” you whisper, tears pricking your eyes. Guilt floods back in, sharp and heavy, when you remember the look you saw from Taehyung as you fled. “I said things. So did he. I had to leave before either of us started saying the wrong things.”

“And you came here,” Jungkook says. “Why?”

“I… don’t know.” You exhale slowly. You try to recall everything that went through your mind as you were driving through the rain. Clearly, you weren’t thinking straight. But as your mind continued to drift towards your lover, one thing was made clear. “I was driving… Then I remembered Taehyung telling me you’d be here until the end of spring. I guess that’s what led me here.”

“Well,” he says quietly, brushing his fingers along your cheek, “I’m glad you did. It’s better than getting lost in that storm.”

You smile faintly. “Yeah. Probably not my smartest decision.”

“Call him,” Jungkook says after a moment.

You shake your head. “Not yet.” You’re not sure if you’re ready to face him yet. Not even to hear his voice. Because you will break down the moment you do.

“He still needs to know that you’ve come here,” Jungkook reassures you. “I know he must be worried.” 

He’s right. But still. “I know. Just… not yet.”

Seeing the look on your face, Jungkook seems to understand what you’re thinking. Instead of insisting on it, he only nods and steps back, taking the warmth with him. “We can figure things out later,” he says, “Get out of those clothes first. We don’t want you getting sick.”

With a sigh of relief, you nod, telling yourself that it would be best to do as he says. You’re about to move when a sound cuts through the rain—sharp, sudden, unmistakable. Both of you freeze on the spot as you realize what’s happening.

A car pulls into the driveway, its tires screeching over the wet gravel before coming to a full stop right in front of the cabin. Car doors open and close. Heavy footsteps echo from the front porch. Then, moments later, the front door flies open. Wind and rain burst inside, and you flinch as a figure rushes in.

His eyes are wide as he sweeps across the room, searching, until he finds you inside the living room. The relief written on his face mirrors yours — because it’s only Yoongi.

Yet your relief is short-lived when he calls over his shoulder, “Told you she’d be here.”

Your breath catches as Taehyung appears at the doorway. His gaze locks onto you instantly, noticing your tremble, the towel on your shoulders, and then Jungkook’s hands that are placed on your upper arms. Jungkook pulls away as if burned, though he doesn’t step back.

Sensing the tension in the room as Yoongi closes the door behind them, Jungkook lingers by your side. “I promise, I didn’t call him,” he whispers, and you turn to him with a small smile. 

“But you called Yoongi, didn’t you?” 

“I—” 

“No, he didn’t,” Taehyung cuts him off before Jungkook can answer. His gaze remains locked on you as he kicks his wet boots off and dumps them at the door. “I picked up Yoongi at work, and he suggested that you might come here if you knew that Jungkook was at the cabin.” 

Jungkook looks between you and Taehyung, looking unsure. But then he looks at Yoongi, and guilt fills his eyes as their gazes meet. “I was planning to call you, I swear,” he says to his boyfriend. “I was going to wait until she changes, and—” 

“Don’t be mad at him. I told him not to call anyone,” you try to explain to Yoongi. The last thing you need is to cause trouble for others, when you were the one to bring your problems into their home.

Jungkook throws you a smile to show his gratitude before approaching his lover, allowing Taehyung to take his place. Once again, the room tightens with tension as Taehyung steps closer, his eyes studying you closely. “Why are you soaking wet?”

You roll your eyes. “It was raining,” you snap, even as your heart pulls in the opposite direction.

One look at his face, and your anger sparks a new urge to fight him. To argue and act like a brat to annoy him. But at the same time, seeing him here makes you want to jump into his arms instead of running.

“Why haven’t you changed yet?” He asks, annoyed. You can see it in the way he is looking at you—brows knitted with worry and exasperation—and hear it in his voice. “You know you’ll get sick if you stay like this.” 

“I—” You try to argue back, only to lose your voice.

Oh, damn him. Why does seeing him so angry please you so much?

It stirs warmth inside your chest. Something that you shouldn’t be feeling when you’re still mad at him. Yet, it’s impossible to fight it. “I haven’t been here long,” you explain instead. Your voice comes out small, and your eyes are downcast as you gesture to the thick towel wrapped around your shoulders. “Jungkook just got me these to help dry myself up.”

“You made us both worried,” Yoongi says, calmly, as if trying to ease the tension. “He drove like a madman when you wouldn’t answer your phone.” 

“I’m sorry—” You fight the smile that’s threatening to show as you picture Taehyung rushing to get you. But it seems like Taehyung is seeing it the wrong way, when he catches the smile that comes together with the soft voice, which wasn’t meant for him.

A soft growl draws your attention back to your lover. “Come on. We need to get you out of these clothes,” Taehyung says, his voice tight. But it’s not the snarky tone of his voice that you’re paying attention to, as he begins peeling off his coat from his shoulders.

As he struggles with it, with water dripping from the tips of his clothes, you’re quickly reminded that he would’ve had to run through the rain like you did to get here. Then your gaze trails upward, seeing his shirt sticking wet on his chest.

Oh yeah, you’ve definitely forgotten how good he looks with his shirt clinging to his broad chest. 

Fuck, that’s so distracting.

Before you can get lost in his charm, you shake it off and look straight into his eyes to ask, “Excuse me? Who’s we?” 

But any chance of arguing ends there when Yoongi cuts in. “I say both of you need to change,” he says. “Use the en suite in the master bedroom to wash up. It’s the only one that has hot water running.” He signals Jungkook to follow him to the kitchen while promising, “I’ll make something to help warm you guys up and grab some change of clothes.” 

“Wait—” 

“Let them go, kitten.” Taehyung steps closer, blocking your path as the pair leaves the room. His voice drops.

“Now,” he murmurs, “are you going to be good and listen… or should we do this the hard way?”

You adjust the towel around your shoulders and lift your chin, meeting his gaze instead of retreating. “Why should I?” You challenge him. “Who says you get to boss me around?”

Taehyung’s mouth curves—not sharp, not amused, but slow. A knowing grin lifts. “Really?” he says lightly. “Alright. If that’s how you want it.”

You barely have time to process the words before he moves.

“Taehyung—!” Your squeal cuts off as he ducks and sweeps forward, his shoulder pressing into your stomach as the floor disappears beneath you. In the next breath, you’re hoisted up, draped over one of his shoulders like you weigh nothing.

“You asked for this,” he mutters, already walking, his hand firm against your thigh to keep you steady. “Now stay still.”

You don’t—panic has you kicking, arms flailing uselessly. He responds by delivering a light slap to your backside.

The sting is fleeting, more surprise than pain—but it steals the fight right out of you.

“At least don’t drop me,” you mutter weakly, scrambling to secure the towel before it betrays you.

A soft chuckle rumbles through him. “You know I never would, kitten.”

That does it.

You go still, surrendering with a sigh as your body relaxes against his. There’s no triumph in his silence—just certainty, as if this outcome had never been in question.

Your gaze drops to the floor as he carries you down the hall, the shift of rooms barely registering until warm light spills over tiled floors. The air also changes around you—with light steam, a musky scent of cologne, and the faint trace of shower gel.

This is the en suite bathroom.

Taehyung lowers you carefully, hands firm and sure as he sets you back on your feet. You sway, disoriented, and immediately his arm slips around your waist, anchoring you. Only once you’re steady does he reach up and pull the towel from your shoulders, tossing it aside without even a glance.

“Strip,” he says quietly. Not with a command raised in volume, but with one lowered in tone. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

You look away, lips pressed into a stubborn pout, suddenly at a loss for words. His gentle voice—so at odds with the firmness of his command—knocks the fight right out of you. There’s warmth in his eyes now, threaded with concern, and it seeps into you, thawing something tight and knotted inside your chest.

Before you can respond, Taehyung reaches for the buttons of his shirt.

Any words you might have had dissolve as you watch him peel the damp fabric from his body. The way he moves—unhurried, deliberate—draws you in completely. When his shirt falls away and he stands bare-chested before you, it feels like the air is punched clean out of your lungs.

He moves to unbuckle his belt, fingers already working at the clasp, when your silence finally registers.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs, voice low. A dark glint flashes in his eyes as he drops his hands and steps closer. The heat radiating from him makes it harder to breathe; his presence feels overwhelming as he closes the space between you. “Or should I do it for you?” he adds softly. “You know I won’t be gentle if I take over.”

The words snap you out of your daze.

You inhale sharply, irritation flaring—not at him, but at yourself. At the way your body betrays you so easily. Heat stirs low in your belly, your skin prickling with awareness, already aching for his touch. You shouldn’t feel like this. Not when you’re supposed to be angry.

And yet, you don’t step back.

If anything, you sway toward him, drawn in despite yourself.

“Well?” he prompts, when you still don’t move, your arms tightening around yourself instead, like a warm, protective shield that is blocking him from getting closer.

Damn it.

Even now, you can’t deny the pull between you—the need humming beneath your pride. “Fine,” you mutter at last. “But I’m doing it myself," you add, knowing the risk of letting him help and what it means for him to take over.

His grin is slow, unmistakably pleased. “I thought you liked it when I ripped your clothes off.”

Your cheeks burn. “Not this time,” you argue, though your voice lacks conviction. “This is my favourite blouse. I’m not letting you ruin it.”

A chuckle vibrates from his chest, warm and low. It fades into a quiet hum as you let your arms fall to your sides and reach for your blouse. You glance up, savouring the way he goes still, struck silent now as you undress at your own pace—each movement deliberate, unhurried.

When the blouse comes off, you slip out of your bra, breathing a little easier. As you reach for your pants, Taehyung suddenly lowers himself to his knees.

“What are you—”

He looks up at you, a soft smile playing on his lips, eyes never leaving yours as he carefully guides the wet fabric down your legs. You steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders, heart racing as the chill of damp cloth leaves your skin, one ankle at a time.

“See?” he murmurs lightly, tossing your pants aside. “I can be gentle too.”

His gaze drifts lower, darkening as it lingers on you. Your lace panties cling to your skin, soaked and nearly transparent beneath his scrutiny. “Need help with these as well?”

“N-no, I’ll do it,” you manage, voice rough as you step back and slip out of them yourself.

Taehyung rises slowly, hands returning to your bare waist as if drawn there by instinct. “Feel better?”

You let out a breath. “Maybe.”

Your body shivers then, the cold finally catching up to you. He notices immediately, tightening his hold, drawing you closer as if to shield you from it.

“You’re freezing,” he says quietly. “I know how to fix that.”

“You keep making promises,” you whisper, the last of your resistance slipping away. It had started the moment you saw him walk through the door—and now, with nothing between your skin and his gaze, there’s almost nothing left to hold onto.

“You know I keep them,” he replies, breath warm against your lips.

You think he’s leaning in—until you realize it’s you who’s closed the distance.

You know you should stop. Say something. Pull back. But instead, you rise onto your toes and kiss him, silencing the last protesting thought in your head.

He responds instantly, hunger flaring as his hands settle firmly on your waist. In the next breath, you’re lifted again, your body cradled against his as he turns and carries you toward the shower.

Your lips still tingle from the kiss when he breaks away from it, lowering you to the floor. Your mind is hazy. Yet his touch continues to anchor you to him, his arm around your waist to hold you steady against his chest while he reaches around you.

Warm water begins cascading down your bodies, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. He bends down, silencing your voice with another kiss, though it only draws a soft hum when he gently rubs his hands down your skin.

You are just starting to lose yourself in his kiss when he pulls away.

A loud clink prompts you to open your eyes, and you witness him stripping out of his pants, which he tosses away without care. But you can care less about the last item of clothing he just discarded. Not when your attention is drawn somewhere else.

His hair, now wet, frames his face perfectly, drawing your focus to his eyes, now smouldering with heat that would be able to scorch your skin. His lips, plumped after the kiss, are lifted into a small grin, knowing, as he follows your gaze that keeps drifting lower.

Your eyes trail down his broad chest. The water running down his body makes his skin glisten, and you follow the toned lines trailing down his chest, his abs—then the magnificent sight of his hard-on catches your eyes. It leaves you breathless and hot inside; the urge to reach out and touch him quickly overcomes you.

“Come here, kitten,” he calls you, and your body moves as if enchanted, taking a step forward to melt into his arms. His mouth captures yours so easily, while your arms find their place around his shoulders. Pressed against him, you feel his stiff cock kissing your stomach.

A heated pulse rises at the touch. Your hips move in response. Before you realize what you are doing, you are gently moving, rubbing yourself against him, until his hands come to your waist to stop you.

“Easy now,” he murmurs against your lips. “We can visit this later. Let me take care of you first.”

You protest with a whimper, yet it melts into a soft, relaxed hum when Taehyung begins washing your back, his fingers pressing gently against the tight knots under your skin. His touch sends the warmth all the way underneath your skin, swirling in your belly, melting together with the warmth building in your center.

“Good?” He asks, earning another hum coming out of your lips.

You hear his low chuckle and you open your eyes, only for him to slowly turn you around. “Just relax,” he whispers when he feels you growing tense under his touch. “Let me help warm you up some more.”

His bare chest presses against your back, letting you feel his steady heartbeat vibrating through his warm skin. He bends down, pressing his lips on the base of your neck. It tingles, yet you feel grounded as he starts leaving a trail of gentle kisses on your skin. It feels good, comforting, and you can’t resist it when your head falls back against his shoulder as you grow lax.

With his lips continuing to graze the side of your neck, he moves his hands around you, caressing your skin gently as he makes his way to the front. Then you feel his hands on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh for a brief moment, before his fingers find the hardened tips. He starts rubbing and pinching them, drawing a myriad of sensations that send your head spinning.

Your eyes flutter close when it gets harder to ignore the heat now thrumming between your legs. You’ve missed this maddening taste of his touch to begin with, so it’s not surprising how your body is so quick to give in.

Suddenly, you are turned back around to face him. You barely have the chance to look at his face when he bends low, burying his face between your bare breasts.

“Taehyung…,” you gasp when you feel his mouth wrapping itself around your now sensitive nipple, your back arching into him as he devours the flesh between his lips, nibbling on it. You writhe against him as he swirls his tongue around the hardened nub and then starts suckling on it. He continues for a while, then moves his lips to the neglected nipple on the other side, doing the same thing while his hand continues his work on the other.

“Don’t be tense, kitten,” he murmurs against your skin, his breath brushing against your nipple.

With a sigh, you do as he says and do your best to relax once again, to enjoy what he is doing to you. When your hands come to his shoulders, they are not there to push him away, but only to steady yourself when you start swaying with the electric current slowly coursing through your body.

You look at him through heavy eyelids when his mouth returns to the tip of your breast, devouring you with a hum. Keeping one arm pressing the small of your back, he lowers his other hand, palm pressing your stomach, before he gently glides it down, heading towards your pulsing center.

As his palm falls flat against your heat, you spread your legs just a bit wider to welcome him. His fingers are gentle as he slides them against your folds, opening your nether lips for him, yet it still sends a wave of scorching heat through your body.

“Oh, God…!” You gasp as he begins sliding his fingers back and forth against your slick heat, his palm pressing and rubbing on your clit. His move is slow, gentle. His touch feels delicate, yet still enough to light up the sparks flowing through your body, and you soon begin rocking against each stroke of his hand.

“I love the way you respond to me,” Taehyung chuckles, his lips still attached to your nipple. Gently, he sucks the bead one more time and straightens up to his height.

“Tae…” You let out a gasp when he pulls you close, bare chest to bare chest, while he presses harder into your heat, going deeper, until you feel the wave of pleasure shooting through you, going straight up your chest.

But the moment you look into his eyes, a flash of pain strikes through your heart, reminding you of the resentment you felt for him. So you hold back, not allowing yourself to give in to the pleasure so easily.

When a sharp inhale of breath leaves your lips, Taehyung takes a closer look. He can feel it when you are holding back, see it on the look on your face that you are trying to fight it, even when the pleasure comes. It’s obvious to his eyes that something is still holding you back from letting go.

So he slows down, pulling his hand away from your heat, and presses his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, sighing. You look up to see his gaze softening. A gentle smile spreads across his face when he says, “I shouldn’t have said what I said while we were arguing. I was the one who made the mistake and made you angry. Let me make it up to you.”

The tightness in your chest eases. But it doesn’t stop you from wanting to show him how you feel. “Well, I’m not taking back what I said,” you stubbornly argue, rather unconvincingly. It’s hard to stay angry when he looks at you the way he is doing it now—with a gaze so deep, knowing, as if he finds it intriguing that you are defying him even when you’re in a situation where he is holding all control.

“Is that so?” Chuckling softly, he tilts your chin up to look at him. “You think it’s okay for you to talk back at me because I did you wrong?”

You swallow hard, your chest is fluttering with the promise hidden in his question. “If I say yes, then what are you going to do about it?”

“I can always choose to remind you how to behave.”

“I thought you wanted to make up for your mistakes?” You scoff, pouting. At the same time, your cheeks grow warm at his words. You know exactly what he is implying.

“Oh, I definitely am planning to do just that,” he says, with a smirk that tells you how right you are. As if that isn’t enough, he makes his intentions clear by pressing his palm on your bare bottom and giving your flesh a light squeeze. “But that doesn’t mean this part”—he gives your flesh another squeeze—”won’t come later.”

Gasping at his touch, you can feel the light pressure reaching deep inside. So deep, you feel a pulse rising in your core, your hot walls throbbing against the emptiness his fingers left behind. As it happens, Taehyung looks down and reaches between your legs.

“What’s this?” he teases, as his fingers come across the slickness between your folds that feels nothing like the warm water running down your bodies. “Did the thought of being punished make you grow excited, kitten?”

“Hmmh…”

You bite your tongue before the word ‘no’ slips out of you. A part of you wants to deny it so badly, but that would only mean defying him further, while the rest of you wants to be honest with him.

Even your body is honest. You realize this as you tremble at the touch of his fingers, your heat rising as he slips a finger between your folds and into your pulsing walls. A sharp cry leaves your lips when he touches your sweet spot, drawing a wave of pleasure rushing through your body. You bite your lips to stop yourself from moaning when he moves his fingers, in and out, and he continues touching the same spot, pressing just a bit harder each time he pushes his way in, making you feel more pleasure rushing in.

“What do you want me to do, kitten? Tell me,” he whispers, as he slows down, fingers still teasing against your heat, but not enough to relieve your needs. “Tell me how to make it up to you.”

Gasping, you grab his shoulders tightly and beg, “Please…”

“Yes?” He kisses the tip of your nose. “Say it.”

“Please touch me…I want…it feels good. I want more…” You continue to beg, unable to stop yourself. As much as you want to continue feigning anger, you feel a stronger need for his touch. For pleasure. “Please, Taehyung.”

As he bends, you feel his smile pressing on your lips. Then, “Your wish is my command.”

With that promise, he pushes his fingers into your heat. He rubs against the pulsing walls as he drives his fingers in and out of you, pressing the right spots. It doesn’t take long before you feel the waves of pleasure rising, drawing soft gasps and moans out of your lips when you start riding on them.

“Don’t hold back, kitten. Let me hear your voice. Tell me that I make you feel good,” he coaxes you with a smile, drawing a whimper out of you as you continue to try to keep your voice down. “It’s okay. No one is listening to us.”

Like a spell, his words manage to get you to stop holding back. A cry leaves your lips, echoing through the walls around you, as he pushes his fingers deeply into your heat, pressing against the intense pulse that has been building inside. As the pressure inside you rises, your knees begin to fail you, and you fall helplessly against Taehyung’s chest.

“Wrap your arms around me,” he instructs you as your hands begin to slip from his shoulders. “Come on, kitten. I don’t want you to fall. You can be mad at me all you want, but I want to be the one making your pretty butt sore.”

Biting back a groan, both from the sensations you feel inside you and the promise in his words, you push back against the overflowing bliss and raise your arms, wrapping them around him. Now you’re clinging hopelessly against him, with only his arm around your waist to keep you up, and the fingers lodged inside you keeping you anchored to him.

“Good girl.” His praise sends the flutters in your chest straight down, heightening the pleasure. You know that he can sense it when he adds more tension, more speed. Then he presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in circles to send you close to the edge.

“Oh, yes!”

With only a couple of more strokes, you feel as if you are floating, going so high that you feel as if you are blinded by the pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, almost daunting, yet you want nothing more than to embrace it. Cries after cries leave your lips with each wave sending you further to your peak. And when you feel it happening, the last coil in your core is tightening and swelling until it almost bursts, and Taehyung is there to help you welcome it.

“That’s it, kitten. Feel it. Let it go.”

And you let go, allowing yourself fall freely into your climax. You welcome it with a loud cry, as your body trembles and quivers along with it. The fingers in your depth continue moving steadily, helping you ride the pleasure. The sweet words Taehyung whispers into your ear, with his lips ghosting close to your skin, become the ones guiding you back to him before you find yourself lost completely in oblivion.

You remain in this heightened bliss for a while longer, until you feel his fingers slowly leaving your pulsing heat.

Keeping your eyes closed, you savour the waves of pleasure still rushing through your body. It feels conflicting; when you can still sense the vexation you’ve had of him hanging far in the back of your mind, yet your muscles are lax, and your body continues to give in to the delightful touch and the pulsing pleasure you feel coursing inside you.

You feel warm, not just on the outside, which comes from the water still running down your skin despite slowly losing its heat. But you can feel the warmth settling down inside, caused by the swirls of pleasure that are taking their time winding down.

Your eyes flutter open at the touch of his lips, as they trail up the column of your neck, across your chin, then upwards to capture your mouth in a slow, languid kiss. Through your hazy eyes, you see the room is now full of fog, just as thick as what you have inside your head. Then, everything disappears as your eyelids grow heavy, and he deepens the kiss.

In your dreamlike state, the touch of his hands feels faint and far, though they still ignite the dancing flutters under your skin as his fingers make their way down your hips. Then his hands continue travelling further until he gets a hold of your thighs and begins to lift.

With a gasp, you find yourself floating again. This time, not metaphorically.

You open your eyes, and the fog around you slowly clears as he takes you out of the shower. A cold surface touches your skin when Taehyung gently places you on top of the counter.

"I know you just love showing off," you mutter as he carefully dabs your body with a new towel, wiping off the dripping water from your skin.

"I'd like to think of it as making use of the hours I spent working out," he chuckles, and wraps the towel around your body. He grabs another towel and makes a quick work of drying himself off, then discards the towel when he is done. "Come here."

When he kisses you again, you no longer feel any urge to push him away. You simply lean in, wrapping your arms around his neck as your mouth meets his in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands settle on your waist with a gentle hold. Just when you think he's going to pull you to him, he moves your legs to wrap them around his waist, and once again, with no warning, Taehyung lifts you and starts carrying you out of the bathroom.

"You'll regret it once I get used to this," you sigh into the kiss, drawing a low chuckle from him.

"Only more reason to keep working out."

Your eyes are droopy, so you sense it rather than see it when he walks into the bedroom. The air around you smells like a mix of vanilla and cedarwood, a familiar scent that reminds you of Yoongi and Jungkook together. Your heartbeat speeds up as you think about being in their private space, the same way they did when you spent the summer nights with them in yours.

Humming into the kiss, you breathe in the comforting scents, just as Taehyung slowly lowers you back on the bed. 

You fall back against the sheets, breaking away from the kiss. The towel falls off, exposing your body to his eyes.

"Damn, baby," he muses, groaning deeply while running his gaze down your body, taking in your bare breasts, your nipples still puckered after the shower and from his relentless nibbles, and your center all damp and swollen from the way he played his fingers until you erupted.

With a gentle grip around your thighs to keep your legs spread, Taehyung moves to join you. He crawls up the mattress with his eyes locked on you, while your eyes travel down his body, still naked and partly soaked, his cock dangling hard and firm. His move is deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. It makes you feel exposed and small, your heartbeat racing, yet something in you just wants to open up further and present yourself entirely to him.

As he hovers right above you, his hands begin to move upwards. You let out a gasp as his palms move to your bottom, cupping each soft cheek with a firm grip, making your skin tingle with the ghost feeling of a sting which he promised to give you.

"Tae…baby…"

“Right here,” he whispers, his deep voice rumbling with a sound that comes out almost like a low groan as he presses his palms harder into your skin, “I should mark this spot right here to make up for all the scare you put me through.” 

You whimper. “You wouldn’t dare,” you protest, though your words fall flat to your own ears.

Grinning wickedly, Tae leans in to kiss your lips and says, “Oh, I would, and I know there’s someone else who was just as worried as I was and would love to do it too.” 

You react with a gasp the moment it registers to you what he is trying to say.

"They should figure out by now that we're done showering," Taehyung says, gesturing with his chin at the two cups of tea sitting on the bedside table, steam still floating from each one. Right next to them, you see a couple of loose T-shirts and sweatpants that both you and Taehyung can change into.

Immediately, your cheeks burn hot when you realize that either Yoongi or Jungkook—or both—had been here, and they could easily hear everything that was happening in the shower.

No wonder Taehyung made sure you couldn't keep quiet about it.

"They're probably waiting outside," Taehyung teases you with a kiss, "Should we call them in?"

Before you can answer him, you hear someone knocking at the door, and Jungkook’s voice calls out. 

“Is everything okay with you guys in there? Do you need anything?” 

Taehyung’s grin deepens. “Answer him,” he whispers as he leans down, pressing his lips on your earlobe. “Make a decision, kitten. Do you want to call him in?” 

We’re fine.

Those words should be the ones leaving your lips. But something inside you stirs. The need that Taehyung had awakened is now boiling hot, and the words come out of your lips before you can stop them. 

“Ca…can you guys come in?” 

Taehyung smiles. As if he is pleased with your choice, he kisses your lips gently and murmurs, “Good girl.” 

Your heart flutters as his praising words, and it grows more intense when the door opens with a click, and both men slowly enter the bedroom. 

Jungkook comes first, his eyes finding you with a sharp gaze, drifting low the moment he notices your state of undress, while looking vulnerable under Taehyung’s arms. Yoongi follows close behind, his eyes immediately following Jungkook’s gaze as he closes the door behind him. 

“Did you need us, princess?” Yoongi asks as he slowly approaches the bed.

Taehyung gives you a brief kiss and moves to your side, before gathering you in his arms, situating you until you are sitting against his chest while facing the other men. “Our sweet princess here wants to make up for causing all the trouble, and I suppose she wanted you guys to get involved, seeing that she made each of us worry.” 

Your gaze drifts to Jungkook as a soft groan slips out of his lips. It seems that Taehyung’s words have shifted something inside him, which makes his eyes grow dark with a look of hunger—as if he wants to devour you. It’s a look that you rarely see coming from him. Not since that summer, when he looked at you the same way.

And you can see that he is struggling to keep it down. 

But it’s Yoongi who speaks on behalf of both of them. “Is that so?” A slow, deep chuckle comes out of him. Licking his lips, he tilts his head and looks at you closely. His gaze makes your skin tingle, as if he is touching you with his eyes. “Looks to me like she wants to run away.”

“Really?” Taehyung asks, turning to you. “Are you thinking of escaping us, kitten?” 

Words fail you when the tension in the room grows heavy. Your throat feels tight with nerves, with a mix of other emotions swirling inside you. You feel them coming from the heat of their gazes. The only thing you can do is shake your head. 

“Maybe we should tie her up to the bed while we punish her for being bad today?” Taehyung continues. He acts as if he is making a good offer to his boys, yet you can sense that the question is directed solely at you. “What do you say, kitten?” 

For a moment, you deliberate your choices. Exhaustion has begun to set in—your body is welcoming it as the stress you felt earlier has been lifted out of you. And yet, being in the center of attention, with all their deep gazes locked solely on you, the heat of your desire is slowly coming back to life.

“Alright, f-fine,” you finally answer, crossing your arms around yourself while feigning annoyance. But there’s no denying the way your body heats up at the thought of what’s to come, your skin tingling when you picture yourself being under their care.   

Taehyung presses a kiss on your bare shoulder and pulls your arms away, peeling your protective shield off your body. “I promise not to hurt you, kitten.” 

“It’s still going to hurt.” You let out a whimper.

But then his kiss returns to your shoulder, easing your mind a little bit more. Your body reacts by rocking against him, feeling his cock pressing against your back. The feel of his hardness awakens the throbbing need inside you, but it fades under the shadow of the sting on your skin that suddenly comes to the surface just by thinking of what he is going to do to you.

What everyone is going to do to you.

“Only for a moment,” Taehyung touches your chin, tilting your face to the side as he reassures you with a kiss. “And if you behave, once you’ve shown us that you’re truly sorry, you’ll get a reward right after.” 

You hear a hum of approval coming from Yoongi and Jungkook, both still keeping their eyes on you. Even when their heated gazes have slowly turned warm with care, helping you feel less self-conscious and vulnerable, it still doesn’t stop you from feeling nervous about what’s happening. 

Pouting, you try not to think too much of it, yet take this time to protest. “I still think it’s unfair. You were the one who made us fight.” 

“I know, and I’m still sorry.” A small, regretful smile lifts across his face. “I promise that you’ll get your turn to punish me later for misbehaving.” 

His promise makes you smile. “You mean it?” 

“Of course, kitten. Anything for you.” 

You hear Yoongi chuckling from the side. “That’ll be interesting to see.” 

“I’m sure you’d think so,” Taehyung groans. 

“Should we put a blindfold on her while we’re at it?” Jungkook suddenly suggests with a smile, which surprises you.

Usually, Yoongi would be the one to take the lead between them, and you can see him as the one suggesting this kind of thing. Just like how you know that he is the dominant one between the two lovers. But Jungkook’s playful gaze shows you that this is something that he wants from you as well.

“We can play a little game and see if you can guess whose turn it is.” 

Once again, you whimper. Being tied down and blindfolded at the same time will make you feel even more vulnerable.

It’s not that you hate it. And it’s obvious that the boys are loving the idea too. You’re just not sure if your body can take it all at the same time.

“That’s actually a good idea,” Taehyung chuckles. He leans back, and a tiny scarf manifests in his hand. As if they’ve already prepared it beforehand. “Well? Blindfold on, or off?” 

You bite your lips, considering it for a moment. It feels intimidating, yet intriguing at the same time. You take one look at Jungkook, and the answer slips out of your lips before you can stop it.

“Yes,” you sigh. “I can take it.”

“Good girl. Then let us get you ready,” Taehyung says. “Let’s start by tying up your hands first.”

Yoongi moves to the bedside table just then and opens the drawer. When he pulls out a bundle of silk rope, you realize that’s where Taehyung had gotten the silk blindfold from. Yoongi returns to the bed while unwinding the rope to get it ready for you.

You can’t help but be mesmerised as you watch his skilful hands work the rope; his fingers are delicate, yet they move methodically to make it appear as if the rope is dancing in his hold.

“It won’t hurt you,” Jungkook suddenly says, his voice gentle. You turn to him, meeting his smile. He must’ve noticed you looking at the rope in Yoongi’s hands so closely and thought that you felt intimidated. “We’ve used the rope during our time together,” he adds, while running his fingers up his wrist. “And I can promise you that the silk will feel soft on your skin.”

Just as he says those words, an image appears in your head—of Yoongi and Jungkook having their playtime in this room, with the same silk rope binding one of them to the bed.

Picturing them together makes your body grow hot. It takes you back to the summer night when you watched them together, embracing pleasure side by side with you and Taehyung.

Your legs twitch. You try to press your legs together to ease the pulse that suddenly appears in your heat, only for Taehyung to press his palm on your lower belly, prompting you to rock your hips into the mattress instead.

“Patience,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “Give me your hands.”

Sucking a deep breath, you put your wrists together, which he gathers gently with his strong hand. He keeps them together as he lifts them like an offering. Yoongi climbs onto the bed right after, kneeling on your left side, before he wraps the rope around your wrists to bind them together.

The fabric feels soft on your skin, just as Jungkook promised. It takes away the uneasiness you feel of being bound and your control taken away.

But the feeling only stays with you for a fleeting moment.

Taehyung tugs at the rope to make sure that it’s secured, then slips his fingers between the silk and your skin to make sure it isn’t too tight. Once he is pleased, Taehyung gently lifts you from his lap and slips aside.

“Lie back against the pillows,” he instructs you as he sets you down on the mattress.

You do as he says, wiggling against the sheets to get comfortable before lying back.

“Good girl,” he says. He kisses your lips and steps away, leaving the bed altogether and taking away the last warmth that’s been protecting you from their eyes.

Jungkook climbs the bed just then, settling down on your right. His eyes are transfixed on you as he moves closer. And when he takes your tied hands in his, bringing them to his lips, your heartbeat races. He kisses your wrist, right at the part of skin which isn’t covered by the rope, and carefully begins guiding you to lift your arms.

“Arms up, beautiful,” he says, his voice gentle.

You have your eyes looking straight into his when you follow, moving your arms above your head, your tied hands getting close to the headrest. He then takes the remaining length of the rope and brings it upward, before tying it to the headrest to restrain you. Once he is done, he pulls back to watch his work.

“Should we tie her legs to the bed too?” He asks, his eyes glinting with hunger and never leaving you.

Taehyung hums as he thinks about it. “No, that won’t be necessary. I want to be able to move her around a little bit,” he says, much to your relief. Until he adds, “But you’ll be a good pet and keep your legs spread open for us, won’t you?”

With a whimper, you nod your head. Then you remember that your lover prefers to hear your voice. “Yes, I can do that.”

“Good. Bend your knees and keep them up, then open your legs for us.”

Your legs feel a bit stiff when you try to move, almost as if you are not in control of them. They tremble when you bend your knees up, and Jungkook has to lend a hand to help you spread your legs open, wide enough to feel the chill breeze brushing against your pulsing heat.

“Perfect,” Taehyung murmurs, as he climbs back up from the foot of the bed and kneels between your legs. His praise heightens everything that you’re already feeling once you are settled.

In this position, you feel vulnerable. Lying naked on your back, your legs spread open, and your most intimate parts on display for three pairs of hungry eyes. The way Taehyung is towering over you on the bed while you are bound to the damn furniture makes you feel small. The feeling that is surprisingly welcomed, knowing that you are no longer in control of all the mess that you’ve created for yourself. 

Yet you don’t feel any fear when Jungkook’s presence on your right side exudes calmness, and Yoongi is giving you comfort from your left. Their hands, all delicate and gentle and deft, begin tracing up and down your thighs, your hips, your waist, giving you all the soothing touches you need, which only further inflates the heat inside you until it soars. 

“Please…” 

You whine, begging, even if you’re not entirely sure what you are asking of them. 

“What is it, kitten?” Taehyung asks with his deep voice, his hands spreading your legs wide. “Tell me what you want.” 

Opening your eyes, the hunger you feel comes rushing in, taking over your senses. And you want more. You want them. 

You want everything.

Taehyung lowers himself right as the others shift, settling back on either side of you and giving him space. He covers your body with his own, pressing down with his heat as his lips find your earlobe to give a light bite. “Use your words, kitten. Or are you ready for your punishment?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. The threat of his punishment makes your skin tingle. At the same time, heat begins to form right at the center of your legs. 

“Yes, I’m ready,” you whisper, nearly breathless as your heartbeat picks up. Yet you hold your gaze on his when he looks down at you again, once again pleading with him, “Please punish me, Sir. I’ve been a bad girl.” 

A collective sound of deep groans and low chuckles answers you. Seems like they all enjoy hearing your response. 

Your attention is briefly drawn to Yoongi when he begins stripping out of his clothes. He catches your gaze as he throws his shirt away, leaving his chest bare. His hair—that has gotten longer—looks unruly as it falls against his face, and you itch to run your fingers through the soft strands.

You look away from his knowing grin when Taehyung moves. You watch him hand over the blindfold to Jungkook, who takes it after taking off his shirt. “Ready?” He asks as he turns to you. When you give him no answer, too distracted by the sight of the pretty inkwork on his broad chest and arm, he then reassures you, “You trust us, don’t you?”

Forcing your gaze away from his toned body, you look into his eyes and nod. “Yes.”

“Good,” he says. “And remember that you can put a stop to this anytime you want.”

You know this, but his reassurance continues to put you at ease.

“Do you have a safe word that you can use?”

Glancing at Taehyung, you nod. “Yes. It’s red.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says with a smile. “Use it if you feel like it’s too much and you feel like you can no longer take it. We’ll make sure that you’ll feel safe with us, but always let us know if you want to stop. All right?”

You nod to answer, but then you remember to use your words. “Okay. I will.”

This pleases Jungkook and the others. Then Jungkook moves closer. “Close your eyes, beautiful,” he gently instructs you.

You follow his words and close your eyes, immediately hating it when you can no longer see them. But you say nothing as Jungkook carefully puts the blindfold on you. His fingers gently graze through your hair as he secures the silk at the back of your head.

“Is this too tight?” He whispers, his voice sounding much closer than you realize.

“No, it’s okay,” you answer with a whisper, your heartbeat picking up again now that you are in complete darkness.

But as you lose one sense, your other senses heighten. You can feel the movements from both sides of your body as Yoongi and Jungkook pull away. Then you hear the shuffling sounds that tell you they are shedding every piece of clothing they wear, followed by the soft thuds of fabric falling on the floor. You can also hear the steady breath coming from your front, as Taehyung continues to sit still. Watching. Waiting.

Yet neither of your companions makes a move to return to you and touch you.

For a lingering moment, they remain still. And you wait, allowing the anticipation to build up. It doesn’t make you feel tense. In fact, it only heightens your senses further. It feels as though your body, your skin, is slowly growing more sensitive with each passing second you are being denied their touch.

Just when you are about to beg them to touch you, to give their attention, to do anything, you feel a dip on the mattress, right between your legs. Taehyung returns to his previous position and lowers himself over you.

“How are you doing, kitten?”

His deep voice vibrates through his chest. His lips feel close. You tug at your restraint, wishing that you could pull him down to you so you could kiss his lips. But any effort you make will be futile. So you simply clench your hands against the bind and whisper, “I’m okay. I need you, baby.”

Taehyung chuckles, then you feel his lips pressing against the column of your throat. “I’m here, kitten,” he says.

He pulls back, then you feel him running his hands down your body. Starting from your chest, which arches into his touch, to your waist, then his strong palms settle on your hips. They stay there for a moment before he starts moving his hands lower.

You feel him shifting on the bed, changing position. And when his hands continue travelling down your thighs, he carefully guides your legs down to the mattress. They quiver in his hands as he moves them, and you struggle to keep yourself steady—your body has grown quite stiff, yet much attuned to his touch after the long wait.

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs. “Now relax and let me move your body.”

Before you can process his words, he grabs a strong hold of your hips and flips your body around as if you weigh nothing, drawing a gasp out of you.

Taehyung pulls your hips up until you are on your knees, your face hovering slightly above the pillows, and your bare bottom facing up. The restraints around your wrists tighten, and you feel like your gravity is distorted as you are bent at such an angle. Yet Taehyung’s firm hold on your hips keeps you grounded. 

“Get those legs wide,” you hear him say, his voice sounds deep and low. 

You struggle to keep your knees apart, feeling yourself sinking into the mattress with each move you make. But Taehyung grips the tops of your thighs firmly and pulls them open, parting you wide enough to his liking. You can barely feel his presence from this angle, yet you can feel it when he moves, the mattress dipping lightly as he bends forward, his warm breath on your skin gives away his intention before it happens. 

The press of his fingers on your bottom cheeks steals your breath away. Then he draws a breathless cry from you when he licks into you, his tongue sliding between your legs, parting your nether lips before tracing your slick slit. 

You cry out as he continues to lap every drop of your arousal, tasting you, and then tonguing your clit. Your thighs begin to quake, yet his firm grip keeps you steady. Then he starts dragging his tongue up to your behind, finding your puckered rim where he licks, just as he slaps his palm between your legs. 

The cries leaving your lips are sharp, yet the sound is more needy than in pain. It urges him to continue, spanking your wet center as he licks your anus. 

“No…no more…oh my God. I can’t…” 

Instead of stopping, Taehyung spanks harder, faster, until you start feeling the telltale of your orgasm shooting from the depths of your core. You suck a deep breath, bracing yourself for climax. The moment Taehyung notices this, he stops and pulls back, denying your release. 

“Please, Taehyung.” Whining, you push back against him, only to be rewarded with a rough squeeze on your bottom cheek to stop you from moving.

“Not yet, kitten. You still have to finish taking your punishment.” 

When you say nothing in return and simply stop pushing back, fighting against the urge to sway and rock your hips to meet his touch, you hear Taehyung humming his appreciation.

“Do you trust me, kitten?” Taehyung asks, his voice firm.

“Ye-yes…” 

“Do you trust us, princess?” Yoongi takes his turn to ask. You feel his hand rubbing gently on your back, while you feel another touch coming from the other side, as Jungkook gently tucks your hair back, exposing your face and neck.

“Yes, I do,” you sigh, then their warmth fades as their hands leave your body. 

Taehyung hums. “Good. Now, hold steady. Hold yourself up for a minute and try not to fall,” he orders you, before his hands disappear from your body. “And remember to breathe.” 

“Yes,” you find yourself answering, as your mind is floating in a daze. You feel overwhelmed with expectation. “Yes, Sir.” 

The next thing you hear isn’t a response from Taehyung, nor a command, but the sound of a hard slap, skin against skin. The sting comes later, as if your brain needs time to register the pain, now that your body has grown used to the mix of sensations he made you feel with his touch—when your body is still filled with a blissful current running through your veins.

Your head is in another space, almost as if everything is happening outside of your body. Then another slap lands on your other side.

“That’s for making me worry,” Taehyung says.

“This is for running out when we weren’t done talking." His hand crashes down three times before you can wiggle your ass to seek relief. “This is for driving off in the middle of the rain and putting yourself at risk.” Then another spank. “This is for being a brat and refusing to listen.” 

As he continues listing the things you did which warrant his punishments, his spanking gets harder, faster, until the pain slowly morphs into something else. You continue crying out, your voice barely recognizable when you hear yourself crying in a wanton, needy sound that contradicts the pain you are feeling. 

He keeps spanking, still with the list of your offences. “This is for not listening to me and talking back when I was trying to take care of you.” 

Your bottom cheeks burn with the pain he inflicts on you, but it feels so right. The sensation building up in your body is exactly what you have been craving for the most. You need this pain—you’ve needed something to ease the pressure building inside you since the fight.

Something to distract you from the cracks that still reside inside your chest. 

When the pulsing pain courses straight towards your center, you try to squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the throb in your swollen sex. Taehyung continues spanking you with a steady beat. As the pain begins to set in, you squeeze your muscles and writhe against the restraint, trying to dodge his touch when his hand comes back to you. 

“Taehyung,” you gasp when you feel his palm pressing against your skin, not with another slap, but with a gentle brush. Your ass still tingles and burns, yet it only intensifies the sensation building between your legs. 

“How are you doing, kitten? Okay?” 

“Hmmmm,” you can only hum as you savour the calming touch he is giving you, helping soothe the pain, and slowly turning them into pleasure.

“Use your words, kitten.” 

“Ye-yes. I’m okay.” With each word you give him, your heat throbs with hunger. With a dark need that shouldn’t be there with all the painful ministrations he’s given you. “Please, Sir.” 

Taehyung answers you with a deep groan. “It’s not over yet, kitten,” he says with a deep voice. "You know what comes next, don’t you?"

You open your mouth, yet words fail you. A whimper escapes you when he gently rubs his palm across your skin. He kisses a trail down your back, further distracting you. Then the mattress dips on either side of you, and you are quick to find your answer.

"It's our turn, beautiful," Jungkook promises with his gentle voice.

Before you can respond, Yoongi chimes in from the other side, instructing you, "Take a deep breath, princess."

They leave no chance for you to speak, as two separate slaps land on your skin, coming almost simultaneously. The first comes from your right, landing on your plushy, now overly sensitive butt. The second one comes from your left, a little bit more gentle, landing on the top of your thigh, yet close enough to your pulsing center, that the pain shoots right through your core.

You gasp at the sudden strike, your body swaying, as if trying to shake the pain away. A pair of gentle hands comes to your hips, holding you still. "Easy, baby. We're just starting," Yoongi's deep voice mutters.

You feel another hand brushing against the sting, briefly soothing you, before another slap lands on your other thigh.

"Oh…!"

"I’ll try not to hurt you too much, beautiful," you hear Jungkook say as you feel his fingers tracing the spot that stings after his touch. "But this is only the beginning—for making us both worried."

Another slap lands on the back of your thigh, staring from the upper side, then going lower, coming on your right side once, then on your left. It happens so rapidly, you can barely register what's happening or where they will be coming from next. The only thing you can focus on is the glorious pain surging across your body, while their voices as they list out your misdeeds sound almost faint.

"This is for almost giving me a heart attack when neither Tae nor I could contact you," says Yoongi as a slap lands on the bottom side of your butt, where it’s already sensitive to the touch.

"And this is for running through the rain when you could've waited," Jungkook’s voice comes next, driving his spanks lower, focusing on your thighs to avoid the spots that are still pulsing from the previous assaults—starting from the back of your right thigh, to the left, then he slowly drives his palm towards your inner thigh.

A memory of your arrival comes flashing through your head while the strikes continue to come at you—of how you ran out of the car and into the cabin seconds before Jungkook could run out with an umbrella to cover you from the rain.

You inwardly argue that some of these misdeeds that they are listing for you don’t even warrant your punishment. But as you remember the panic in Jungkook’s eyes when he welcomed you at the door, completely drenched, with your tears melting together with the rain, guilt plagues you, and you choose to keep your mouth shut.

Your wandering thought breaks as a sharp slap comes between your parted legs, not more than an inch away from your pulsing heat.

The sudden strike of pain nearly does it, once again triggering your impending climax to push forward. Trashing back against your bind, your head falls back, knees buckling. You try to snap your legs close, pressing against the rising pulse of your climax. But a hard body leans down against your back, pressing on your skin, hands pulling your hips back before you can escape.

"Steady, princess," you hear Yoongi's voice whisper to you. He caresses your neck and moves your hair aside to bite your ear. "You've done so well. Isn't that right?" Basking in his sweet praise, you lean back as he trails his lips at your nape. But you know that the question isn't intended for you.

"She did a good job taking her punishment." Jungkook praises you, and you feel his lips on the other side of your neck, leaving soft kisses that make your chest flutter.

They continue soothing you with their touches and kisses for a bit longer, until you nearly forget about the pain. Until your soft whimpers turn into delicate sighs of need.

Your body trembles under the hands exploring your body. Every inch of your skin lights up. With your hands still bound to the headrest, the feeling heightens, and there's nothing else you can do but feel it. Your upper body bends over the pillow, barely keeping a good distance from the mattress as you struggle not to fall over. Your knees are quaking beneath you, a fragile foundation, yet they are the only things keeping you up, as your hips move languidly to ride the pulsing pain.

"I wish you could see yourself, kitten," Taehyung murmurs. "You look so good, taking it all like a good girl."

A pair of lips comes pressing on your back. Warm kisses trailing down your spine, stopping at the small of your back and ghosting across your bruised skin. His fingers take hold of your hips when the other hands slowly disappear from your body. Then, your world suddenly tilts over, as you are flipped around until you are lying on your back once more.

The twisted rope loosens once you are settled back into the pillows, just enough to allow your blood to flow back to your fingers. Your body flinches briefly as your back hits the cold sheets, which soon grow damp with your sweat and from the water dripping from your hair. But as your head rests against pillows, you breathe a sigh of relief, and your muscles grow lax.

Yet the relief doesn’t last, as your bruised skin meets the sheets, and the sting shoots right through you.

“Everything okay?” Taehyung asks. “Try to relax. Can you do that?”

With a groan, you twist your body, moving under the restraint to find a comfortable angle that doesn’t inflict pain when your tender skin rubs against the sheets beneath you. “Yea…yes,” you hiss, earning a deep chuckle that vibrates through Taehyung’s chest.

You try not to strain against the bind as he runs his fingers down your waist. Each lingering touch tickles your senses. You feel his grip on your hips, and just when you think he’s about to stop there, Taehyung runs his hands down your thighs. He grabs a hold of your flesh and carefully lifts your legs up, and keeps going up, until your lower body is suspended upward, before he slowly pushes your thighs towards your chest, nearly folding you in half.

It feels weird to remain in this angle. Bound to the bed and blindfolded, you have absolutely no control over your own body.

And now you are feeling a greater sense of losing that control, when Taehyung keeps a tight hold of your legs, keeping them open, your sore butt floating above the mattress, and your slick pussy completely exposed as he keeps your center open while facing the ceiling.

You hear a deep hum and almost feel the touch of his gaze as Taehyung takes a moment to marvel at the work of his and his friends’ hands. “Someone seems to be enjoying the punishments too much,” he murmurs, as he lets go of one leg and runs his fingers between your folds, finding slickness.

You suck a deep breath at his touch, which ignites the sparks beneath your eyelids. You should be feeling embarrassed, ashamed, for being exposed as someone so wanton to enjoy these punishments that you nearly climaxed more than once while they kept striking you.

You’d wished that neither of them caught on. But it seems that nothing could pass Taehyung’s attention, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

“Are you looking forward to your reward? Do you want to come?”

“Yes, Sir. I do…I need it,” you start to beg, when all you feel now is nothing but a numbing pain on your tender skin. And with him holding you like this, you cannot help but pay more attention to your center, where your arousal seems to have been building up without you realizing it.

It’s hard to ignore it now, when you feel every pulse, every drip of your arousal, which feels cold against your warm skin.

Taehyung clicks his tongue. “For some reason, I want to tease you some more,” he muses, and his fingers slip between your folds, causing your hips to twitch when he presses against your heat.

“Do you think you can handle just a bit more, kitten?”

You open your mouth, yet are unable to answer. Can you really take more?

Biting your lips, you relive what had just happened to you. The punishments they gave you have been intense and harsh, yet your body seems to welcome the pain so openly. It’s proven through the slick sound of your arousal, which you can hear as Taehyung slowly moves his fingers in a barely-there touch, just to feel your arousal building up further.

Your body trembles with each touch, your breath quivers. Your core pulses. Then Taehyung moves his fingers away from your center, smearing your arousal across the area on your inner thighs, which he has yet to touch.

“I’ll need to leave a mark here,” he muses with a deep, growling voice that would have made your knees grow weak, if only you were standing on your feet. “What do you say, kitten? Will you let me?”

Your throat feels dry when you try to answer. You didn’t realize how much you’ve been screaming and wasting your voice. The thought of more punishments also puts fear into your chest, stealing your words. But the strong need for release, and the promise of pleasure that you are expecting to gain once it’s all over, prevent you from using your safe word to put a stop to this.

Instead, you steady your breath and answer him calmly, “Yes, Sir. I can take it.”

“Good girl.”

Taehyung lets go of your legs. Before you have the chance to lower them or feel the relief of being freed from his restraint, two hands come to take his place.

Jungkook's fingers wrap themselves on your right calf, while Yoongi takes hold of your left knee, both working together to keep your legs up without adding more restraint that may hurt you.

“Remember to breathe,” comes the reminder from one of them, before a slap lands on your inner thigh, its sound echoing around you, the pain shooting up to your spine, and into your heat.

Another strike lands on the other side before you can react, stealing your breath and drawing a stifled gasp when he follows up with another slap, moving just an inch away from the previous spot he touched.

"This is for trying to steal an orgasm from us," Taehyung says as he spanks you right above your folds.

Your pussy throbs against his assault, while your cheeks burn, chill runs down your spine.

He knows, you wonder with a gasp. Shame runs through your blood realizing that you’ve been caught.

"Oh, God!" You squeal in pain as his large hands come down on your bare center, causing your entire body to arch and quiver.

He gives your pulsing heat a few more spanks before stopping, once again timing it perfectly right before you erupt into an orgasm. "Please, Taehyung. Baby, I need to cum."

Taehyung pauses, then gives your inner thigh one more hard slap before he pulls away, followed by the hands that have been keeping your legs hanging, allowing you to finally find relief as your lower body falls to the mattress. You immediately start kicking your feet and humping your hips into the sheets, feeling wild for something more, something less, for everything.

Your body is still feeling the sting of pain and pleasure and the desperation of not being able to touch yourself, when a tug on your wrists draws attention to your limbs, which have grown sore and numb at the same time.

Suddenly, the rope that binds you falls. Gentle fingers pry your hands apart, freeing you completely. Warm lips come pressing at your wrist, kissing them one at a time, as if to soothe the numbing ache left behind by the tight bind.

As your arms fall back to your sides, the bed dips, right between you and Jungkook. You feel Taehyung shifting, pulling you up the mattress easily as if you are nothing but a ragdoll, and pulls you up to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He parts his knees, dragging your legs out wide.

“You still want more, kitten?” His breath is scorching hot on your ear. “You’re going to get this pussy spanked one last time for trying to sneak an orgasm when we’re not looking, so you’ll remember not to repeat it. Then you’re going to give our friends a little show to reward them for keeping you safe before I got here.”

You nod, unable to find your voice. Taehyung wraps a firm arm around your waist and brings his hand down between your legs. A swift, yet firm spank lands on your pulsing center.

“Ooh, ooh!”

You let out a squeal at the impact. The sensation feels like an explosion of pain and pleasure that shoots through your body. It feels too much, but you leave your knees open, though you are powerless to stop your hips from moving to ride the feeling.

He slaps again, lighter this time. And with his other hand, he crushes your breast, massaging your sensitive flesh that’s been abandoned just a little bit too hard. After the third spank against your dripping folds, you are practically sobbing with need. Thankfully, his fingers remain where they are and cup your dripping mounds. You squirm against them, needing friction. He screws one finger in, and you grab his hand to urge it deeper.

“So wet for me.” He groans, his voice filled with hunger and need.

Taehyung cups your jaw and gently lifts your face as he tugs the blindfold off. The light in the bedroom was dimmed while you were left in the dark, and it takes some effort to be able to see through the haze.

You inhale sharply as you feel his finger softly probing your opening, just barely inching inside. The walls of your pussy tighten, anticipating the impending invasion. But he doesn’t go deeper—not yet.

Taehyung swirls the tip of his finger in lazy, minute circles just inside of your opening. Your skin grows even hotter as the gentle sensation begins to cause a reaction inside of you so quickly. His finger slips with effortless ease with how slick you’ve become, how ready your muscles are to welcome him.

You begin squirming as the tickling feeling becomes almost unbearable. His gentle touch felt nice at first, almost soothing, but now, it feels almost irritating with how much he is holding back, as if teasing you. You want nothing more—no, need—than for him to either put his finger in deeper, or touch you harder.

And then he finally does, pushing his finger deeper into your heat, while he murmurs to your ear, “Or are you perhaps wet because you have eyes here watching you unravel, kitten?”

You open your eyes with a gasp, meeting both Jungkook and Yoongi’s deep gazes. Those deep, intense gazes that are filled with hunger. Your gaze trails down their bodies, noticing the thin sheen of sweat on their skin, the rise and fall on their chests as they watch you closely, taking in the way you are responding to every touch, every sensation that your boyfriend is giving you.

And then your gaze continues to trace down the length of their bodies, falling on their hard cocks, all fully erected, ready and needy that you can almost feel the heat without having to touch them. You lick your lips, wishing for a taste, and you feel Taehyung’s chest pressing on your back as he whispers, 

“Touch them, kitten. You’re the only one getting punished right now, so you need to take some responsibility.”

His command takes a few minutes longer to sink in. Then you need another moment to order your body to move, still too overwhelmed, too stimulated, that your brain seems to have grown numb.

But then you manage to move your hands, reaching out to each of the men who have joined you on the bed.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you wrap your fingers around his cock, watching his eyes flutter close at your touch. You feel his cock twitching against your palm when you begin to move your hand, sliding it up and down his shaft at a slow and steady pace.

Keeping your grip steady and your strokes light, you turn to Yoongi. Your eyes are locked on his when you cover his stiff cock with your other palm. His erection feels hard and rigid. His blood pulses against your touch. And when you begin stroking him, keeping the same pace as what you are giving to Jungkook, his jaw clenches, and a deep groan slips from his mouth that falls open at the pleasure he is feeling.

You briefly pause to lick your palms, hoping to add some lubrication to avoid hurting them. Then you continue, stroking them simultaneously, up and down, keeping a steady pace. You look between them, watching their expressions change; how Jungkook closes his eyes when he feels the pleasure rising, while Yoongi keeps his eyes on you the whole time, with his jaw clenching, holding back a groan.

Your hands are still sore from the bind they kept you in earlier, your fingers still feeling the tingles from the blood now flowing back into each digit, so it doesn’t take long before you feel the exhaustion. Your wrists are beginning to grow sore, your strokes unsteady. Just when your movements become jerky, Yoongi covers your hand with his own, gripping it to guide you to keep the same pace as you continue.

A groan comes from Jungkook, and soon he is doing the same thing. His fingers encircle your hand, giving it a firm grip as he guides you to stroke harder, faster, until you hear his soft moans in the air around you.

It leaves you feeling mesmerized for a moment as you watch them coming close to unravelling under your touch. Beads of precum are leaking from the tips of their cocks, making you salivate for a taste. When you feel them twitch and their cocks hardening, their groans getting louder and deeper, you know that they’re getting close to finding release.

But instead of reaching it, you feel their grip loosening, then with a groan, Yoongi opens his eyes and firmly says, “Enough.”

Gently, they pry your hands from their hard-ons, both throbbing and hot, so close to climaxing. Jungkook looks at you with his eyes dark and hazy, his smile tired and amused, then kisses the inside of your wrist before letting you go.

Yoongi lets out a soft hiss when you release him, cursing under his breath when he seems to have trouble fighting the pleasure rushing in his body.

“W-why did you make me stop?” You meekly ask, disappointed. You were marvelling at the fact that you were giving them pleasure, and had wanted nothing more but to help them find release.

Jungkook smiles. “You made us feel good, beautiful,” he reassures you. Then adds, “But we both prefer to cum while we’re deep inside you.”

His confession makes you gasp, and you fall back against Taehyung’s chest, which rumbles as he lets out a deep chuckle. “You like the sound of that, don’t you, kitten?” He whispers to your ear, his arms still on your waist, while he reaches between your legs, dipping into your slickness. “Did touching them and watching them go crazy from your hands make you feel excited?”

You sigh. “Yes, it did.”

His hand slides across your throat next, fingers tightening just enough to draw a gasp from your lips. "Do you think you deserve that reward now?"

"Yes. Please, Sir. I need to cum," you answer breathlessly, wishing his hands would move down to touch you right where it tingles. Your heat has been pulsing with need, and any touch would be enough to light you right up.

A movement catches your eyes, and you let out a sigh when you see Jungkook kneeling between your parted legs. His dark eyes are locked on you as he spreads your legs wider, exposing your hot center to his eyes.

"Fuck, she's dripping so hard," Jungkook murmurs with a sigh. He runs his tongue across his lips and grins. "I think she's ready for us."

"I bet she is," Yoongi chuckles. "Stop torturing the poor thing. She's been doing so well."

"I agree," Taehyung says, much to your relief. "And I think Jungkook is eager to taste you first." Your eyes move back to Jungkook, who has lowered himself with his fingers moving to your center. "Would you let him, kitten?"

You groan softly. "Yes…"

Jungkook doesn't waste any more time. Dipping low, his mouth latches onto your inner thigh, biting hard enough to leave a bruise. You whimper at the pain, hips jerking, yet the sting only intensifies the pulsing you feel in your core.

Jungkook moves his hands up your waist, holding you down as he gives a slow lick across the pain he inflicted, soothing your skin until you are no longer tense. You feel the warmth of his breath across your folds, his fingers parting your nether lips, then his lips press down. A sharp gasp leaves you when he drags his tongue up your slit, stopping just before he reaches your clit.

You groan in frustration, bucking your hips, wishing that he would put that wickedly hot tongue of his over your clit and suck. "Beg for it, beautiful," he murmurs against your folds, his lips ghosting over your heat.

Taehyung tightens his grip on your throat and whispers, "Do as he says, kitten."

"Please," you gasp, "Please, Jungkook."

"What do you want him to do to you?"

"I…" you gasp breathlessly, your cheeks flushing with humiliation when a thought crosses your mind. Yet the words come out easily, "I want Jungkook to lick my pussy and suck my clit. Hard."

"I love it when you call my name and beg like a good girl," Jungkook teases, drawing a soft groan from you as his praise warms you inside. And then his mouth returns to your heat, capturing your clit between his lips while flicking his tongue mercilessly until your legs start shaking around his head.

"Damn, she tastes so good," he murmurs against your heat. You barely feel him pulling away when his lips continue to devour you, tasting and sucking, making you lose your mind.

You start bucking on the bed, your hips rolling back and forth against his face while he devours you. Taehyung keeps his hold around you; his arm keeps you still, while his hand keeps a steady restraint around your throat, restricting your need for air. Once again, the sensation you feel growing in your body is intensified, and the sparks seem to erupt wildly inside when you feel another set of hands reaching out, touching your breasts.

Your eyes flutter open to see Yoongi on your other side, his hands roughly playing with your breasts, kneading and pinching at your nipples until they grow hard again. He seems to be lost in a trance as he watches your body rocking against Jungkook’s face, riding him, with your head falling back against Taehyung's chest, and your hands sinking into the sheets beneath you.

You cry out when he pinches at your puckered nipples, feeling overwhelmed with everything you feel rushing through your body. His lips slowly lift to a grin, and he leans closer to whisper to you, "Do you think you can take us, princess?"

A moan escapes you as an answer, and he murmurs to you again, "You're going to take all three of us. One at a time, together, until you can't take anymore."

As Yoongi puts the image inside your head—of you being ravished by the three of them, together—your entire body shudders. You’ve dreamt about it ever since that summer, pictured it whenever you had to sleep at night, and have been longing for it for as long as you can remember. With a sharp inhale of breath, you remember sharing your desire to Taehyung once or twice, who had only responded with a smile and a promise, “Anything for you.”

"Answer him, kitten." His grip around your throat tightens, briefly, snapping you back into focus. “Isn’t that what you want? To have all of us giving you attention and care. and make sure that you’ll feel good?”

"Yes,” you moan. “I do. I want all of you."

"Good girl." Yoongi rises to his knees, his hand stroking his thick cock and slapping its tip against your cheek. "Open your mouth, princess."

You open your mouth willingly, while Taehyung slowly releases his grip on your throat. Yoongi's cock slides in smoothly, going deep as he fills your throat in one swift thrust. His hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you up to him while you gag around his thickness, tears forming in your eyes when his thrusts keep knocking the air out of your chest.

Taehyung shifts behind you, straightening his back so you can lean on him better, with his hand reaching down between your legs. He slides his fingers down your center, and Jungkook pulls back just so Taehyung can push his fingers into your tight, pulsing walls. Feeling him pressing deeply, your back arches. You nearly choke on Yoongi's cock, yet he doesn't stop thrusting into your mouth, as if your reaction and the sounds you are making only continue urging him on to keep moving.

"I think she's close to cumming," Jungkook teases with a low chuckle, his warm breath brushing against your pulsing center.

"Yeah," Taehyung groans. "I can feel it."

And both of them are right.

You can feel yourself burning from the inside. You are feeling delirious, feeling too many things at once; the cock in your throat, the fingers moving inside you, the hands touching, owning, and dominating every inch of you.

Your walls clamp down on the fingers pounding in and out of you. But just as you are about to come to your climax, both Taehyung and Yoongi move simultaneously to stop it from happening. As Taehyung pulls his fingers out of your heat, Yoongi pulls out with a gasp, his breath unsteady and his cock pulsing as if he was also close to his release.

Taehyung lets you go, and Jungkook takes over. You open your eyes as he turns you around, gently positioning you on Taehyung's lap as the latter sits back against the headrest, his arms opening to welcome you as you sit facing him. Your eyes grow wide as he impales you slowly on his cock. You cry out in a mix of relief and pleasure, feeling gloriously filled as he stretches you to the edge.

He grabs your hips, lifting you and slamming you back down. The sound of your screams fills the bedroom, echoing against the walls.

"Oh…oh, God! You're too rough, baby. So hard."

"You can take it, pet," Taehyung groans as he slams your ass down on his thighs, burying his cock deep with each ride.

"Such a good girl. You like it rough, don't you? Does it feel good to have his cock pounding your pussy?" Jungkook mutters from behind you as he kisses and bites your shoulder. His hands move around your chest, palming your breasts, making you even more delirious.

"Oh…yes…yes…!" You scream, barely coherent.

"Might want to quiet her voice a little," Taehyung groans, although he's not making any effort to slow down.

"I might just have a way to make that happen," you hear Yoongi speak, then the bed dips slightly as he moves. He grabs the back of your head and turns you to face him. You see the tip of his cock right before your eyes, and you open up for him, welcoming him back into your mouth.

"That's it, princess. What a perfect little pet," he groans, as he once again buries his cock deep in your throat while Taehyung continues pounding into your pussy.

With his hands resting on the back of your head, Yoongi starts rocking his hips, fucking your mouth as if he is fucking you deep in your pussy. He does it so rapidly as he pushes deep that you nearly choke around his girth, and you struggle to breathe. But once you begin to adjust to his width, you manage to swallow him without gagging. You even start using your tongue, flattening it against the underside of his length as he moves back and forth, in and out of your mouth and throat.

“You love being fucked in your mouth, don’t you?” Taehyung says. You can’t see his face, yet you can hear the smile in his voice when he teases, “You’re getting even wetter, kitten. You’re absolutely drenching around me.”

You moan around Yoongi’s cock, not only from his words, but also from his touch, when he reaches between you to give pressure on your clit.

Your body shudders, your breath unsteady. Then, things become even more intense when Taehyung picks up his pace, going the same rhythm as Yoongi. It almost sends you off to climax, making you cum with how intense they are fucking you together.

As Yoongi pushes deep into your throat, Taehyung keeps pounding you, hard and fast. Your body is jolted up and down, back and forth. Taehyung’s hands on your hips keep you centered, but Jungkook’s fingers that are playing with your breast do things to your brain that make you feel like you are lost in another space, where there’s nothing but pleasure around you.

There’s nothing you can do but ride the waves, allowing them to take over your body. You are so lost in the moment, with your climax rolling and slowly unfolding within, that you almost miss it when Yoongi speaks with deep grunts, “Fuck, I’m close. Her mouth feels so good.”

Even the sounds that come next—Jungkook’s soft murmurs as he responds to his lover, the loss of his hands on your skin, and the click of a tube opening—barely register in your brain. Until Yoongi suddenly stops, merely moments before you can embrace your release. With his fist on your hair, he slowly pulls your head back, and his cock falls out of your mouth with a pop.

You look up with bleary eyes, seeing his grin when he says, “I need to be inside you when I cum, princess.”

Before you can respond, Yoongi moves away from your sight. Taehyung guides you to face him, then gently pushes you forward until your chest are hovering on top of his. He continues thrusting in and out of you, slowing down, but still enough to distract you from the movements happening around you. Yet you certainly feel it when fingers come down to part your bottom cheeks, delicate against your still-tender skin, then something cold is being rubbed on your rear opening.

The sensation makes you gasp, and the hand that’s touching you doesn’t stop there.

“Deep breaths, princess,” Yoongi whispers in your ear, and it's the only warning you get before you feel him push his finger through your puckered rim.

“Oh…Oh!”

Yoongi begins moving his finger in and out of your hole, drawing more sounds from your lips. It feels odd to be stretched out like this, to be invaded from behind while you are filled from the front with Taehyung’s thick shaft.

But the lube helps.

It doesn’t take long before his ministrations flow smoothly. And once you are stretched enough, he adds another finger. Then another. From two fingers, become three. You let out breathless moans with each intrusion, while your body starts moving on its own, your hips grinding on top of Taehyung as you welcome each thrust of fingers, driving you to ride your lover’s cock steadily.

Then the fingers are removed. It happens so suddenly, cutting off the steady rise of your climax. You push your ass back to get them back, but a steady hand stops you, then you feel something larger pressing against your opening.

You finally realize what Yoongi meant earlier: that he wants to fuck you from behind while you are riding Taehyung’s cock.

Your body tenses for a brief moment, not sure if you’re ready for it when you’re already overstimulated. But your lust-filled mind wants it, and your body seems to crave it, when you pulse around Taehyung’s width just at the thought of it.

As Yoongi pushes his way in, you lean forward to give him better access and try to relax. You feel the head of his cock spreading you, stretching you further than his fingers did. Once he’s passed the rim, you feel his width filling you up and let out a cry. He struggles with a groan when your body tenses up, both around his cock and Taehyung’s, who also lets out a strangled groan.

That’s when Jungkook moves in. Gently, he places his palm on the back of your head, guiding you to look at him. “Focus on me, beautiful,” he says, smiling. Then he bends down to capture the tip of your breast with his mouth.

He gently sucks and licks around your nub, drawing shivers through your body. It helps take your mind away from the intrusion coming from behind.

Your body gives in, then slowly relaxes. When you are no longer tightening your muscles, Yoongi continues. He moves to push until he is a few inches in, then pulls back. He repeats it a few more times, making use of the lube again when he struggles. Within a few more strokes, he is finally buried in your ass, and he settles in your depth with a sigh.

“You feel good, princess,” he murmurs against your skin as he kisses your shoulder.

Jungkook pulls away, and the two cocks inside you begin to move, quickly picking up a rhythm. They go in and out, moving simultaneously, with one filling you deeply when the other moves back. You let out cries and moans with every stroke, every thrust, as the pleasure rushing in your body rises rapidly.

Taehyung lets out a deep groan when his body tenses, his cock pulsing hard inside you. “I think I’m going to cum.”

“Me too,” Yoongi groans, as he pushes as deep as he can, nearly causing you to topple onto Taehyung’s chest.

“Yes, come inside me,” you cry out, already feeling your own release coming. “Give it to me.”

Your words send them both into climax. Yoongi picks up speed before spilling his release inside you. Then, as he slows down, Taehyung lets out a groan, and you feel his warm load filling you up. Having their cum inside you puts you straight to the edge, and you are more than ready to embrace it, even though neither of them has yet to say a word for you to come.

You close your eyes, let your head fall back, getting ready for it. Yet, seconds before your climax explodes through you, Yoongi pulls out of you, and Taehyung grabs you by the hips to pull you off his cock.

“No…no, please!” You beg, as you are lifted off his lap and turned until you are beneath him. Cum spills out of your front and back, with your muscles spasming around emptiness, and your body is shaking from being denied your own release. “Please, I need to cum.”

You struggle in Taehyung’s hold; the dire need for release is making you impatient. You manage to squirm out of his grip, only for him to tackle you back onto the bed, catching your wrists and pinning them down into the pillows over your head with his large palm.

Taehyung rises over you. Dark determination is written clearly in his expression.

“I see that you tried to sneak an orgasm under our noses again,” Taehyung teases, his voice growling deeply.

“I just need to cum. Please, baby. I’m so close,” you whine, your body twitching, the spasms of your denied orgasm pushing from your core.

“I know, baby,” he says, leaning down to kiss your lips. “But you must’ve forgotten that there’s still one of us who hasn’t cum yet.”

Eyes wide, you remember with a gasp that there’s someone who hadn’t joined you. Taehyung moves away, and Jungkook quickly takes his place. He grabs your calves, opening your legs for him, and takes his position between them.

Your eyes follow his hand as he starts stroking himself, though it’s clear that he’s more than ready to take you.

“Ready to take me, beautiful?” He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours in a barely-there kiss, drawing your eyes away from his hard-on. “You’re not too sore to let me in, are you?”

“Hmmmh…no,” you whimper, barely managing to let the words out. “Please, I need you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command,” he groans.

You inhale sharply as you feel his finger probing your opening, just barely inching inside. Your inner walls tighten around him as Jungkook swirls the tip of his finger in lazy circles just inside of your opening, teasing you, testing your soreness. Cum drips around his digit, its slick sound reaches your ear, making your cheeks flush with warmth.

It causes new sensations that immediately elicit a reaction from your now overly sensitive body, as your muscles pulse and spasm around him, and your hips start rocking, needing him deeper. Then he pushes, and his finger slips with effortless ease.

His gentle touch makes you squirm. You welcome it when a sigh as he starts moving his finger in and out of you, adding more force with each thrust. Yet it doesn’t feel enough. After all the rough fucking, and the way the other men handled your body, you need him to bury his finger deeper and to touch you harder.

The ghost of your denied orgasm is still there, still palpable, though it no longer feels like your body is going to erupt at the slightest touch. And Jungkook’s finger is rousing it back to life—very, very slowly.

When he pulls your legs up, your body tenses. Your muscles are aching. You feel soreness in various places, with barely a feeling in your trembling legs, and you’re not sure if you can take rough handling of your body anymore.

But then he drops forward, resting his weight fully on yours, and pulls your legs up around his waist. It gives you a small sense of relief, only until you feel his warmth pressing on your skin, and his hardness meets your soaked sex.

Your heart thrums rapidly in reaction to his hard, hot cock as it rubs up against your folds. He moves gently, almost as if he is trying to be careful enough not to hurt you, yet still insistently, sliding along your ever-increasing slickness. His slow movements ease the soreness you feel in your core, leaving only intense ripples of pleasure each time his hips come full circle.

The soft moans you make let him see this, and he continues grinding his hard cock against your wet clit with the perfect amount of pressure to make you feel it even more. Your core throbs on the inside, and the need to be filled overcomes you once again.

“Easy now, beautiful,” he says, as he lines up the tip of his cock against your pulsing heat. “Hang on tight with me just a bit longer.”

Jungkook puts his arms beneath your shoulders, crushing your body against his hard chest. Then he moves his hips back. When he pushes forward, his cock slides right into your hot pussy, filling you up with a force that makes you cry out sharply.

The slight pain of his entrance doesn’t go unnoticed, when it knocks the air right out of your chest, and you can feel the force of his thrust so deep in your chest, your walls pulsing and tightening around him like a vice once he goes deep. Yet there’s a pleasurable gratification of being stretched and thoroughly filled that takes away the tension, the ache, and the soreness you felt.

You cling to him desperately, taken over by the urgent need to have him buried inside you, and keep him there. But then Jungkook begins to move, rocking his hips and moving his cock in and out of you, and you soon cling to him to stop yourself from unravelling beneath him.

His thrusts are fast, hard and relentless. Unlike how you normally see Jungkook, his movements seem almost uncontrolled. Rapid and undisciplined, almost as if he has gone crazy with lust.

You whine each time he pulls almost the way out, and you squeeze your muscles, tightening your pussy walls around him as hard as you possibly can, afraid that he might slip out from how slick you are, leaving your desire unattended and hanging on the edge once more. But each time he comes back, he always comes with a force. Jungkook bucks his hips against yours with more force than you’ve anticipated. Enough to send the bed beneath you rocking back and forth violently against the wall, following each movement he makes.

In your blissful fog, you realize that Jungkook is truly taking you, ravishing you, almost like he is trying to possess you, and is using your body as the sole object of his pleasure. The moment you feel ready to fully accept his rough fucking, to embrace being ravished completely by him, you begin to relax in his arms, though only briefly.

Because he continues pounding into you, while you continue moaning and screaming beneath him, letting out sounds that only increase his need and desire for you. You grab his hair and tighten your legs around him, feeling the tingle rushing through your body. Jungkook notices the shudder running through your body, then continues to hit the same spot over and over, until you feel as if something explosive is about to happen from within.

Lost in the pleasure of being roughly taken by the gentle-hearted Jungkook, you let your head fall back into the pillows, your eyes closed shut. When Jungkook suddenly grows tense above you, your eyes fall open, and you see Yoongi moving behind him. You catch his eyes, drawing a smile on his face as he starts stroking himself lazily, his cock springing back to life under your gaze.

You swallow and moan softly at the sight, feeling more turned on by watching him.

Just as you watch his cock twitching, you feel your rear rim tightening, pulsing with the pleasure he made you feel when he was inside you. You wonder if he's planning to take a turn taking you from the front, and it makes you shudder. You don't know if you can handle being taken by him again—don't know if you can take all three of them for endless hours of the night.

Jungkook tilts your chin, turning your attention back to him. He slows down, taking you gently, and that's when you hear the click of the tube snapping open. You sneak a glance at Yoongi as he covers his length with the lube and continues jerking himself, before lowering behind Jungkook.

Then, after giving you a teasing wink, Yoongi grabs Jungkook's hips and thrusts into him. You let out a gasp as you watch in a daze while the two lovers connect. Your gaze flutters to Jungkook's eyes, seeing him closing those eyes of his in pleasure as Yoongi buries himself deeply inside him from behind. You hear the sound of your moan mixing with Jungkook's low groan as he stills his movements inside you, his grip on your hips tightening as he braces himself to take Yoongi deeper.

You cannot take your eyes away from them, completely turned on with what's happening, as Yoongi grinds himself against Jungkook's bottom, pumping himself slowly into him.

With a sharp gasp, your attention is drawn to your own heat, where you can feel Yoongi's steady movements vibrating through Jungkook's shaft, going straight into your core. You let out a moan, throwing your head back as you feel Yoongi drilling into Jungkook, sending secondary thrusts through you with each rock of his hips.

When Jungkook begins moving again, rocking in rhythm to Yoongi's steady thrusts, you nearly lose it. Somehow, it feels like you are being fucked by two guys at the same time, as their energies collide so that you can feel Yoongi pounding into you through Jungkook's hard thrusts.

You feel fuller than ever before, a sensation which sends your mind swirling. Then, once you are getting used to their movements, with your body welcoming the pleasure they ignite inside you, they begin increasing their speed, moving in tandem, sending shudders of blissful pleasure through your shaking frame.

As the pleasure rises, it's getting hard for you to keep your eyes open. You are completely wracked with pleasure, yet you force yourself to continue watching them as they also begin embracing the pleasure rocking through them.

Your entire core spasms with pleasure, your clit tingles against Jungkook's pelvis as he continues rocking against your heat, and you squirm beneath their weight to try and milk your orgasm. Noticing this, Jungkook lets out a growl, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still.

"You only get to cum when we do, beautiful," he groans, followed by the most arousing sigh falling out of his lips as Yoongi thrusts deeply into him, with a pair of hands gripping firmly on Jungkook's hips. "Ah, fuck," Jungkook curses, his voice sounding desperate as he, too, starts pleading for his own release.

Watching them move together, both with a shared look of pleasure written on their faces, while they continue drilling into you, feels like torture. With each deep thrust Yoongi is giving to his lover, he keeps sending Jungkook deeper inside you. Each thrust comes with a force that rocks your entire body, the pleasure building up until you find it hard to breathe. It feels maddening, when you can feel your impending orgasm hanging so closely, so overwhelming that you can feel it slowly swallowing you alive, only to be denied.

This time, not only from their words, but also because your body has been programmed to react only to their command.

"Please," you hear yourself beg, which only seems to trigger something else from Jungkook as he opens his eyes, pausing his thrusts briefly to slap your clit. Your body jolts from the contact, then the pain shifts into an intense pleasure when Jungkook continues pounding into you again.

It feels so good, yet so unbearable. You are so damn horny. So damn close. You cannot even see straight anymore.

“I’m coming!” You hear Jungkook moaning, then feel his body shuddering wildly against you as he takes the rough pounding coming from behind. His own thrusts become rapid and unsteady. He is slowly losing control as the waves of his climax are coming through him.

“Fuck…!” Yoongi cries out. “I’m also close.”

Jungkook’s back straightens, his rocking becomes more unsteady and rough, and it feels like he keeps pushing himself deeper with each thrust. The sound of his sharp gasp becomes your warning before he explodes inside you; his guttural moans of pleasure echo around you as he fills you up with his warmth.

Then Yoongi soon follows when his climax comes with a shout. With one last deep thrust, he releases inside Jungkook, which sends the latter to another smaller orgasm, his cock throbbing inside you, pressing against your walls.

“Please, let me cum. Please, I can’t take it anymore!” Your begging melts into incoherent cries, which you can no longer recognize as your own voice.

The wave of your climax is coming to you rapidly. You know that you should push it back, but you feel powerless. You know that there’s no stopping it this time when it comes.

Thankfully, as if Taehyung hears your plea, you feel him crawling closer. He trails kisses down the side of your neck and nibbles on your ear. Scraping his teeth against your earlobe, he slips his fingers between you and Jungkook to capture your hardened nipples. He pinches your nipples, hard, while demanding, “Now come for me, kitten.”

At the same time, Jungkook pushes against the haze of his orgasm and reaches down, pinching your clit to set you off.

Your orgasm rolls through you not as a wave, but an explosion. You feel an eruption on the inside, and you cry and cry until your voice grows hoarse. It feels powerful, yet also with relief. Your screaming fills the bedroom, yet you can only focus on the pleasure that is taking over you, the way it rocks your body and tilts your world upside down at the same time.

Wave after wave of electric currents surge through your veins, across your skin, flowing through your entire body. You feel it going to your head, when you feel like you are floating away. The white-hot intensity of your orgasm takes over all of your senses, almost blinding you, and each time you are about to come down from it, Jungkook’s slow, insistent rocking only makes it last longer, as if it will never stop.

And when you start feeling the current running through your body slowly coming steady, your entire body relaxes, before everything disappears.

You wake up feeling warm all over.

Inside, outside, even the air you breathe feels warm.

You feel drowsy. Your body feels heavy, as if it’s no longer your own. When you try to move, your limbs are languid and stiff. There is soreness spreading everywhere, and you notice the presence of a dull ache between your legs. You try to shift on the bed, only to find restrictions.

There’s a heavy weight on your waist; an arm resting there, keeping you in place. Both your sides are blocked with hard chests, though you are pressed only on one side, while the other is lying next to you with barely a touch.

Sighing, you try to move your legs. They feel numb, but as you try to stretch them, your attention is drawn somewhere else. Your skin was stinging with pain the last you remember, after all the spanking you received, and you are supposed to feel it as your skin rubs against the sheets.

Instead, your skin feels numb and delightfully cooled, the sting of pain almost faint. As if someone had lathered some kind of ointment or cream across your tender skin. And instead of feeling all sticky with sweat and cum dripping from your center, you feel your skin cool and smooth, almost as if you had been cleaned with a warm cloth.

I must’ve blacked out, you realize, finding your memory a bit fuzzy.

The last thing you remember is feeling an intense orgasm, with Jungkook lodged inside you and Yoongi pressing his weight from behind his lover to push him deep inside you, and Taehyung’s touch toppling you over the edge. You faintly remember when Taehyung reached in and gathered you in his arms when everything was over.

And they must’ve cleaned all the mess and taken care of me while I was completely out of it, you wonder with a sigh, feeling warm inside.

“You’re awake,” you hear Jungkook hum from beside you, snapping you to wake up completely.

Your eyelids are heavy, but you force them open to look at him through the haze, only to give up and let them close again.

“I can’t move,” you whine and sigh as you shift to lie on your side, with Taehyung’s heat pressing against your back, slowly dragging you back to sleep. “I don’t think I want to.” 

“Then sleep, baby,” Jungkook murmurs as he bends closer, trailing lazy kisses across your collarbone. 

“But I’m hungry…” You continue to whine. “You guys have completely drained me. I need sustenance to survive.” 

“Yoongi made dinner earlier,” Taehyung whispers while he moves his fingers in circles across your belly. His warm breath falling on your skin feels distracting, yet you manage to whisper anyway,

“Hmmm…bet it’s gone cold.” 

“I can always heat it up, princess,” Yoongi chimes in, and you let your eyes flutter open to see him looking all drowsy, just as sleepy as you are. You can barely see his full face as he lies behind Jungkook with his arms around his boyfriend. 

Always the small spoon when they are together, you wonder with a small smile. 

“I don’t want to leave the bed. It’s too comfortable.” You let out a sigh and briefly close your eyes. You really are sleepy, but your stomach has been rumbling for the past few minutes. 

Jungkook pulls back, his eyes are heated even when he is just as tired as you are. “What if we heat up dinner and bring it here for you? We can feed you while you rest.” 

Yoongi pushes himself up on his elbows. “Good idea. You won’t even have to lay a finger.” 

“Or one of us can carry you out to the dining table while the rest prepare dinner,” Taehyung murmurs. “Your choice, baby,” he continues to offer with his lips dragging on your skin, “as long as we get to have you for dessert.” 

You let out a groan. “You are insatiable. All of you.” 

“Guilty as charged,” Yoongi chuckles, while Jungkook tilts your chin up and sweetly whispers, 

“But you know you’ll feel good when you’re with us.” 

Taehyung tightens his arm around your waist, pulling your attention back to him as he asks, “So? What do you say, kitten?” 

You turn to lie on your back and look between the three of them. The looks of anticipation written on their faces are adorable; it makes you want to tease them so badly.

But something else crosses your mind, making you smile. “I want to stay in bed. It might be messy, but it’s better than having to move around too much,” you suggest, drawing a smile to everyone’s faces. Seems like they all share the same idea with you.

But they obviously won’t be prepared to hear what you have planned.

“Besides,” you add, as you reach back to cup Taehyung’s face with your palm. “I believe I was promised a chance to give someone a punishment for causing my plans to fail today.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, while the two other occupants filling the bed share a chuckle.

“Well, better to leave you guys to it, then. Let’s go, babe,” Yoongi teases, pulling Jungkook with him as he leaves the bed.

“Well?” You turn to Taehyung once both boys are out of the room, smiling. “You’re not going to back down from your promise, are you?”

Chuckling deeply, he shifts to lie on his back and puts his wrists together to offer them to you. “I’m all yours, kitten. Punish me all you want. I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, after all.”

Not long after, when Yoongi and Jungkook return with the late dinner meal—all reheated and served on a wooden tray—they find Taehyung’s hands tied up against the headboard, his chest rising and falling rapidly with breathless groans slipping out of his lips, while you are bent over him, taking his cock deep in and out of your mouth while he squirms helplessly against the bind.

“Remember,” you murmur as you pull back to catch a breath, using your palm to stroke his length, “You can’t cum until I tell you to.”

Taehyung lets out a grunt and nods. Holding back a playful grin, he answers with a strained voice, “Yes, mistress.”

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You force yourself to look around, searching for a distraction. The cabin is meticulous, neat, and undeniably cozy. Every surface speaks of warmth and care, yet none of it reaches you—not with the unease clinging to your chest, the same restless weight that’s followed you since you left home.

When the feeling swells again, you turn toward the window.

This mountain cabin is nothing like Taehyung’s summer place—smaller, yes, but no less comfortable. Quaint. Homey. The kind of place meant to soothe. Outside, the surrounding woods blur beneath sheets of rain, a view that should evoke peace.

But all you see is the storm. The same storm which accompanied you all the way here, as if trying to stop you from getting further away from home.

Less than an hour ago, one just like it raged inside you—chaos tightening in your chest, a deep chasm forming until escape felt like the only option.

What was it again? 

Yes, that’s right. A fight. That was what sent you away from home.

You can’t even remember how it started. The details are gone, blurred by adrenaline and hurt, but the pain remains sharp and unmistakable. The look on Taehyung’s face. The way it lodged itself somewhere beneath your ribs.

It feels almost silly now. Maybe no sillier than your current state—soaked from head to toe, hair plastered to your skin, makeup ruined. The surprise you’d so carefully planned for him was washed away by rain and impulse. That’s what happens when you run out into a storm and drive across the city without thinking.

A chill tears through you at the memory, your arms tightening instinctively. You’re just wishing for a blanket—something warm, something safe—when footsteps sound from the hallway.

You turn just as Jungkook appears with a folded towel in his hands. The moment he takes you in—standing there like a drenched, unsteady cat, barefoot on the floor—his easy smile fades. “I told you to sit on the couch,” he says, approaching.

You gesture weakly at your dripping clothes. “I didn’t… want to get it wet.” Your voice trembles, betraying the cold you’re trying to ignore.

His brows knit together as he opens the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. “Here,” he murmurs, his voice as gentle as the way he tucks it around you.

Warmth blooms—partly from the towel, partly from him stepping closer, close enough that his chest nearly brushes yours. You look up before you can stop yourself, breath catching when you realize just how near he is.

“Is everything okay?” he asks softly, his face etched with worry.

The question stirs something dangerous. Unbidden memories resurface—last summer, Taehyung’s cabin, the heat of shared nights. Jungkook’s slow approach at the hot tub. His sweet, yet commanding whispers. The way your body had learned and memorized every one of his touches and how easily they sparked a reaction in you.

Heat unfurls through you, vivid and unwelcome. His gaze darkens, the same way it did back then—when he watched you give yourself over to pleasure, whether by his hands or someone else’s. The memory makes your cheeks burn, your skin hum with need.

Last summer feels like another lifetime.

The four of you haven’t been together since, yet there were nights when you’ve been reliving it silently through your dreams.

Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle, as if he knows exactly where your thoughts have wandered. “Why don’t you go and change first?” he says, voice lowered, causing the heat inside you to swirl wildly. “You can use the bathroom. I’ll find you something to wear.”

“Right… okay.” This time, your stammer has nothing to do with the cold.

Still, you don’t move. If anything, you lean closer, telling yourself it’s just the warmth you crave. But there’s something deeper stirring—something reckless.

His hands come up to steady you when your body sways. “Does Taehyung know you’re here?”

You shake your head. Your throat tightens as flashes of the fight come back to you, and the knowing look on his face falters.

“Something happened,” he says gently.

“We fought,” you whisper, tears pricking your eyes. Guilt floods back in, sharp and heavy, when you remember the look you saw from Taehyung as you fled. “I said things. So did he. I had to leave before either of us started saying the wrong things.”

“And you came here,” Jungkook says. “Why?”

“I… don’t know.” You exhale slowly. You try to recall everything that went through your mind as you were driving through the rain. Clearly, you weren’t thinking straight. But as your mind continued to drift towards your lover, one thing was made clear. “I was driving… Then I remembered Taehyung telling me you’d be here until the end of spring. I guess that’s what led me here.”

“Well,” he says quietly, brushing his fingers along your cheek, “I’m glad you did. It’s better than getting lost in that storm.”

You smile faintly. “Yeah. Probably not my smartest decision.”

“Call him,” Jungkook says after a moment.

You shake your head. “Not yet.” You’re not sure if you’re ready to face him yet. Not even to hear his voice. Because you will break down the moment you do.

“He still needs to know that you’ve come here,” Jungkook reassures you. “I know he must be worried.” 

He’s right. But still. “I know. Just… not yet.”

Seeing the look on your face, Jungkook seems to understand what you’re thinking. Instead of insisting on it, he only nods and steps back, taking the warmth with him. “We can figure things out later,” he says, “Get out of those clothes first. We don’t want you getting sick.”

With a sigh of relief, you nod, telling yourself that it would be best to do as he says. You’re about to move when a sound cuts through the rain—sharp, sudden, unmistakable. Both of you freeze on the spot as you realize what’s happening.

A car pulls into the driveway, its tires screeching over the wet gravel before coming to a full stop right in front of the cabin. Car doors open and close. Heavy footsteps echo from the front porch. Then, moments later, the front door flies open. Wind and rain burst inside, and you flinch as a figure rushes in.

His eyes are wide as he sweeps across the room, searching, until he finds you inside the living room. The relief written on his face mirrors yours — because it’s only Yoongi.

Yet your relief is short-lived when he calls over his shoulder, “Told you she’d be here.”

Your breath catches as Taehyung appears at the doorway. His gaze locks onto you instantly, noticing your tremble, the towel on your shoulders, and then Jungkook’s hands that are placed on your upper arms. Jungkook pulls away as if burned, though he doesn’t step back.

Sensing the tension in the room as Yoongi closes the door behind them, Jungkook lingers by your side. “I promise, I didn’t call him,” he whispers, and you turn to him with a small smile. 

“But you called Yoongi, didn’t you?” 

“I—” 

“No, he didn’t,” Taehyung cuts him off before Jungkook can answer. His gaze remains locked on you as he kicks his wet boots off and dumps them at the door. “I picked up Yoongi at work, and he suggested that you might come here if you knew that Jungkook was at the cabin.” 

Jungkook looks between you and Taehyung, looking unsure. But then he looks at Yoongi, and guilt fills his eyes as their gazes meet. “I was planning to call you, I swear,” he says to his boyfriend. “I was going to wait until she changes, and—” 

“Don’t be mad at him. I told him not to call anyone,” you try to explain to Yoongi. The last thing you need is to cause trouble for others, when you were the one to bring your problems into their home.

Jungkook throws you a smile to show his gratitude before approaching his lover, allowing Taehyung to take his place. Once again, the room tightens with tension as Taehyung steps closer, his eyes studying you closely. “Why are you soaking wet?”

You roll your eyes. “It was raining,” you snap, even as your heart pulls in the opposite direction.

One look at his face, and your anger sparks a new urge to fight him. To argue and act like a brat to annoy him. But at the same time, seeing him here makes you want to jump into his arms instead of running.

“Why haven’t you changed yet?” He asks, annoyed. You can see it in the way he is looking at you—brows knitted with worry and exasperation—and hear it in his voice. “You know you’ll get sick if you stay like this.” 

“I—” You try to argue back, only to lose your voice.

Oh, damn him. Why does seeing him so angry please you so much?

It stirs warmth inside your chest. Something that you shouldn’t be feeling when you’re still mad at him. Yet, it’s impossible to fight it. “I haven’t been here long,” you explain instead. Your voice comes out small, and your eyes are downcast as you gesture to the thick towel wrapped around your shoulders. “Jungkook just got me these to help dry myself up.”

“You made us both worried,” Yoongi says, calmly, as if trying to ease the tension. “He drove like a madman when you wouldn’t answer your phone.” 

“I’m sorry—” You fight the smile that’s threatening to show as you picture Taehyung rushing to get you. But it seems like Taehyung is seeing it the wrong way, when he catches the smile that comes together with the soft voice, which wasn’t meant for him.

A soft growl draws your attention back to your lover. “Come on. We need to get you out of these clothes,” Taehyung says, his voice tight. But it’s not the snarky tone of his voice that you’re paying attention to, as he begins peeling off his coat from his shoulders.

As he struggles with it, with water dripping from the tips of his clothes, you’re quickly reminded that he would’ve had to run through the rain like you did to get here. Then your gaze trails upward, seeing his shirt sticking wet on his chest.

Oh yeah, you’ve definitely forgotten how good he looks with his shirt clinging to his broad chest. 

Fuck, that’s so distracting.

Before you can get lost in his charm, you shake it off and look straight into his eyes to ask, “Excuse me? Who’s we?” 

But any chance of arguing ends there when Yoongi cuts in. “I say both of you need to change,” he says. “Use the en suite in the master bedroom to wash up. It’s the only one that has hot water running.” He signals Jungkook to follow him to the kitchen while promising, “I’ll make something to help warm you guys up and grab some change of clothes.” 

“Wait—” 

“Let them go, kitten.” Taehyung steps closer, blocking your path as the pair leaves the room. His voice drops.

“Now,” he murmurs, “are you going to be good and listen… or should we do this the hard way?”

You adjust the towel around your shoulders and lift your chin, meeting his gaze instead of retreating. “Why should I?” You challenge him. “Who says you get to boss me around?”

Taehyung’s mouth curves—not sharp, not amused, but slow. A knowing grin lifts. “Really?” he says lightly. “Alright. If that’s how you want it.”

You barely have time to process the words before he moves.

“Taehyung—!” Your squeal cuts off as he ducks and sweeps forward, his shoulder pressing into your stomach as the floor disappears beneath you. In the next breath, you’re hoisted up, draped over one of his shoulders like you weigh nothing.

“You asked for this,” he mutters, already walking, his hand firm against your thigh to keep you steady. “Now stay still.”

You don’t—panic has you kicking, arms flailing uselessly. He responds by delivering a light slap to your backside.

The sting is fleeting, more surprise than pain—but it steals the fight right out of you.

“At least don’t drop me,” you mutter weakly, scrambling to secure the towel before it betrays you.

A soft chuckle rumbles through him. “You know I never would, kitten.”

That does it.

You go still, surrendering with a sigh as your body relaxes against his. There’s no triumph in his silence—just certainty, as if this outcome had never been in question.

Your gaze drops to the floor as he carries you down the hall, the shift of rooms barely registering until warm light spills over tiled floors. The air also changes around you—with light steam, a musky scent of cologne, and the faint trace of shower gel.

This is the en suite bathroom.

Taehyung lowers you carefully, hands firm and sure as he sets you back on your feet. You sway, disoriented, and immediately his arm slips around your waist, anchoring you. Only once you’re steady does he reach up and pull the towel from your shoulders, tossing it aside without even a glance.

“Strip,” he says quietly. Not with a command raised in volume, but with one lowered in tone. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”

You look away, lips pressed into a stubborn pout, suddenly at a loss for words. His gentle voice—so at odds with the firmness of his command—knocks the fight right out of you. There’s warmth in his eyes now, threaded with concern, and it seeps into you, thawing something tight and knotted inside your chest.

Before you can respond, Taehyung reaches for the buttons of his shirt.

Any words you might have had dissolve as you watch him peel the damp fabric from his body. The way he moves—unhurried, deliberate—draws you in completely. When his shirt falls away and he stands bare-chested before you, it feels like the air is punched clean out of your lungs.

He moves to unbuckle his belt, fingers already working at the clasp, when your silence finally registers.

“Come on, baby,” he murmurs, voice low. A dark glint flashes in his eyes as he drops his hands and steps closer. The heat radiating from him makes it harder to breathe; his presence feels overwhelming as he closes the space between you. “Or should I do it for you?” he adds softly. “You know I won’t be gentle if I take over.”

The words snap you out of your daze.

You inhale sharply, irritation flaring—not at him, but at yourself. At the way your body betrays you so easily. Heat stirs low in your belly, your skin prickling with awareness, already aching for his touch. You shouldn’t feel like this. Not when you’re supposed to be angry.

And yet, you don’t step back.

If anything, you sway toward him, drawn in despite yourself.

“Well?” he prompts, when you still don’t move, your arms tightening around yourself instead, like a warm, protective shield that is blocking him from getting closer.

Damn it.

Even now, you can’t deny the pull between you—the need humming beneath your pride. “Fine,” you mutter at last. “But I’m doing it myself," you add, knowing the risk of letting him help and what it means for him to take over.

His grin is slow, unmistakably pleased. “I thought you liked it when I ripped your clothes off.”

Your cheeks burn. “Not this time,” you argue, though your voice lacks conviction. “This is my favourite blouse. I’m not letting you ruin it.”

A chuckle vibrates from his chest, warm and low. It fades into a quiet hum as you let your arms fall to your sides and reach for your blouse. You glance up, savouring the way he goes still, struck silent now as you undress at your own pace—each movement deliberate, unhurried.

When the blouse comes off, you slip out of your bra, breathing a little easier. As you reach for your pants, Taehyung suddenly lowers himself to his knees.

“What are you—”

He looks up at you, a soft smile playing on his lips, eyes never leaving yours as he carefully guides the wet fabric down your legs. You steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders, heart racing as the chill of damp cloth leaves your skin, one ankle at a time.

“See?” he murmurs lightly, tossing your pants aside. “I can be gentle too.”

His gaze drifts lower, darkening as it lingers on you. Your lace panties cling to your skin, soaked and nearly transparent beneath his scrutiny. “Need help with these as well?”

“N-no, I’ll do it,” you manage, voice rough as you step back and slip out of them yourself.

Taehyung rises slowly, hands returning to your bare waist as if drawn there by instinct. “Feel better?”

You let out a breath. “Maybe.”

Your body shivers then, the cold finally catching up to you. He notices immediately, tightening his hold, drawing you closer as if to shield you from it.

“You’re freezing,” he says quietly. “I know how to fix that.”

“You keep making promises,” you whisper, the last of your resistance slipping away. It had started the moment you saw him walk through the door—and now, with nothing between your skin and his gaze, there’s almost nothing left to hold onto.

“You know I keep them,” he replies, breath warm against your lips.

You think he’s leaning in—until you realize it’s you who’s closed the distance.

You know you should stop. Say something. Pull back. But instead, you rise onto your toes and kiss him, silencing the last protesting thought in your head.

He responds instantly, hunger flaring as his hands settle firmly on your waist. In the next breath, you’re lifted again, your body cradled against his as he turns and carries you toward the shower.

Your lips still tingle from the kiss when he breaks away from it, lowering you to the floor. Your mind is hazy. Yet his touch continues to anchor you to him, his arm around your waist to hold you steady against his chest while he reaches around you.

Warm water begins cascading down your bodies, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. He bends down, silencing your voice with another kiss, though it only draws a soft hum when he gently rubs his hands down your skin.

You are just starting to lose yourself in his kiss when he pulls away.

A loud clink prompts you to open your eyes, and you witness him stripping out of his pants, which he tosses away without care. But you can care less about the last item of clothing he just discarded. Not when your attention is drawn somewhere else.

His hair, now wet, frames his face perfectly, drawing your focus to his eyes, now smouldering with heat that would be able to scorch your skin. His lips, plumped after the kiss, are lifted into a small grin, knowing, as he follows your gaze that keeps drifting lower.

Your eyes trail down his broad chest. The water running down his body makes his skin glisten, and you follow the toned lines trailing down his chest, his abs—then the magnificent sight of his hard-on catches your eyes. It leaves you breathless and hot inside; the urge to reach out and touch him quickly overcomes you.

“Come here, kitten,” he calls you, and your body moves as if enchanted, taking a step forward to melt into his arms. His mouth captures yours so easily, while your arms find their place around his shoulders. Pressed against him, you feel his stiff cock kissing your stomach.

A heated pulse rises at the touch. Your hips move in response. Before you realize what you are doing, you are gently moving, rubbing yourself against him, until his hands come to your waist to stop you.

“Easy now,” he murmurs against your lips. “We can visit this later. Let me take care of you first.”

You protest with a whimper, yet it melts into a soft, relaxed hum when Taehyung begins washing your back, his fingers pressing gently against the tight knots under your skin. His touch sends the warmth all the way underneath your skin, swirling in your belly, melting together with the warmth building in your center.

“Good?” He asks, earning another hum coming out of your lips.

You hear his low chuckle and you open your eyes, only for him to slowly turn you around. “Just relax,” he whispers when he feels you growing tense under his touch. “Let me help warm you up some more.”

His bare chest presses against your back, letting you feel his steady heartbeat vibrating through his warm skin. He bends down, pressing his lips on the base of your neck. It tingles, yet you feel grounded as he starts leaving a trail of gentle kisses on your skin. It feels good, comforting, and you can’t resist it when your head falls back against his shoulder as you grow lax.

With his lips continuing to graze the side of your neck, he moves his hands around you, caressing your skin gently as he makes his way to the front. Then you feel his hands on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh for a brief moment, before his fingers find the hardened tips. He starts rubbing and pinching them, drawing a myriad of sensations that send your head spinning.

Your eyes flutter close when it gets harder to ignore the heat now thrumming between your legs. You’ve missed this maddening taste of his touch to begin with, so it’s not surprising how your body is so quick to give in.

Suddenly, you are turned back around to face him. You barely have the chance to look at his face when he bends low, burying his face between your bare breasts.

“Taehyung…,” you gasp when you feel his mouth wrapping itself around your now sensitive nipple, your back arching into him as he devours the flesh between his lips, nibbling on it. You writhe against him as he swirls his tongue around the hardened nub and then starts suckling on it. He continues for a while, then moves his lips to the neglected nipple on the other side, doing the same thing while his hand continues his work on the other.

“Don’t be tense, kitten,” he murmurs against your skin, his breath brushing against your nipple.

With a sigh, you do as he says and do your best to relax once again, to enjoy what he is doing to you. When your hands come to his shoulders, they are not there to push him away, but only to steady yourself when you start swaying with the electric current slowly coursing through your body.

You look at him through heavy eyelids when his mouth returns to the tip of your breast, devouring you with a hum. Keeping one arm pressing the small of your back, he lowers his other hand, palm pressing your stomach, before he gently glides it down, heading towards your pulsing center.

As his palm falls flat against your heat, you spread your legs just a bit wider to welcome him. His fingers are gentle as he slides them against your folds, opening your nether lips for him, yet it still sends a wave of scorching heat through your body.

“Oh, God…!” You gasp as he begins sliding his fingers back and forth against your slick heat, his palm pressing and rubbing on your clit. His move is slow, gentle. His touch feels delicate, yet still enough to light up the sparks flowing through your body, and you soon begin rocking against each stroke of his hand.

“I love the way you respond to me,” Taehyung chuckles, his lips still attached to your nipple. Gently, he sucks the bead one more time and straightens up to his height.

“Tae…” You let out a gasp when he pulls you close, bare chest to bare chest, while he presses harder into your heat, going deeper, until you feel the wave of pleasure shooting through you, going straight up your chest.

But the moment you look into his eyes, a flash of pain strikes through your heart, reminding you of the resentment you felt for him. So you hold back, not allowing yourself to give in to the pleasure so easily.

When a sharp inhale of breath leaves your lips, Taehyung takes a closer look. He can feel it when you are holding back, see it on the look on your face that you are trying to fight it, even when the pleasure comes. It’s obvious to his eyes that something is still holding you back from letting go.

So he slows down, pulling his hand away from your heat, and presses his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, sighing. You look up to see his gaze softening. A gentle smile spreads across his face when he says, “I shouldn’t have said what I said while we were arguing. I was the one who made the mistake and made you angry. Let me make it up to you.”

The tightness in your chest eases. But it doesn’t stop you from wanting to show him how you feel. “Well, I’m not taking back what I said,” you stubbornly argue, rather unconvincingly. It’s hard to stay angry when he looks at you the way he is doing it now—with a gaze so deep, knowing, as if he finds it intriguing that you are defying him even when you’re in a situation where he is holding all control.

“Is that so?” Chuckling softly, he tilts your chin up to look at him. “You think it’s okay for you to talk back at me because I did you wrong?”

You swallow hard, your chest is fluttering with the promise hidden in his question. “If I say yes, then what are you going to do about it?”

“I can always choose to remind you how to behave.”

“I thought you wanted to make up for your mistakes?” You scoff, pouting. At the same time, your cheeks grow warm at his words. You know exactly what he is implying.

“Oh, I definitely am planning to do just that,” he says, with a smirk that tells you how right you are. As if that isn’t enough, he makes his intentions clear by pressing his palm on your bare bottom and giving your flesh a light squeeze. “But that doesn’t mean this part”—he gives your flesh another squeeze—”won’t come later.”

Gasping at his touch, you can feel the light pressure reaching deep inside. So deep, you feel a pulse rising in your core, your hot walls throbbing against the emptiness his fingers left behind. As it happens, Taehyung looks down and reaches between your legs.

“What’s this?” he teases, as his fingers come across the slickness between your folds that feels nothing like the warm water running down your bodies. “Did the thought of being punished make you grow excited, kitten?”

“Hmmh…”

You bite your tongue before the word ‘no’ slips out of you. A part of you wants to deny it so badly, but that would only mean defying him further, while the rest of you wants to be honest with him.

Even your body is honest. You realize this as you tremble at the touch of his fingers, your heat rising as he slips a finger between your folds and into your pulsing walls. A sharp cry leaves your lips when he touches your sweet spot, drawing a wave of pleasure rushing through your body. You bite your lips to stop yourself from moaning when he moves his fingers, in and out, and he continues touching the same spot, pressing just a bit harder each time he pushes his way in, making you feel more pleasure rushing in.

“What do you want me to do, kitten? Tell me,” he whispers, as he slows down, fingers still teasing against your heat, but not enough to relieve your needs. “Tell me how to make it up to you.”

Gasping, you grab his shoulders tightly and beg, “Please…”

“Yes?” He kisses the tip of your nose. “Say it.”

“Please touch me…I want…it feels good. I want more…” You continue to beg, unable to stop yourself. As much as you want to continue feigning anger, you feel a stronger need for his touch. For pleasure. “Please, Taehyung.”

As he bends, you feel his smile pressing on your lips. Then, “Your wish is my command.”

With that promise, he pushes his fingers into your heat. He rubs against the pulsing walls as he drives his fingers in and out of you, pressing the right spots. It doesn’t take long before you feel the waves of pleasure rising, drawing soft gasps and moans out of your lips when you start riding on them.

“Don’t hold back, kitten. Let me hear your voice. Tell me that I make you feel good,” he coaxes you with a smile, drawing a whimper out of you as you continue to try to keep your voice down. “It’s okay. No one is listening to us.”

Like a spell, his words manage to get you to stop holding back. A cry leaves your lips, echoing through the walls around you, as he pushes his fingers deeply into your heat, pressing against the intense pulse that has been building inside. As the pressure inside you rises, your knees begin to fail you, and you fall helplessly against Taehyung’s chest.

“Wrap your arms around me,” he instructs you as your hands begin to slip from his shoulders. “Come on, kitten. I don’t want you to fall. You can be mad at me all you want, but I want to be the one making your pretty butt sore.”

Biting back a groan, both from the sensations you feel inside you and the promise in his words, you push back against the overflowing bliss and raise your arms, wrapping them around him. Now you’re clinging hopelessly against him, with only his arm around your waist to keep you up, and the fingers lodged inside you keeping you anchored to him.

“Good girl.” His praise sends the flutters in your chest straight down, heightening the pleasure. You know that he can sense it when he adds more tension, more speed. Then he presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in circles to send you close to the edge.

“Oh, yes!”

With only a couple of more strokes, you feel as if you are floating, going so high that you feel as if you are blinded by the pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, almost daunting, yet you want nothing more than to embrace it. Cries after cries leave your lips with each wave sending you further to your peak. And when you feel it happening, the last coil in your core is tightening and swelling until it almost bursts, and Taehyung is there to help you welcome it.

“That’s it, kitten. Feel it. Let it go.”

And you let go, allowing yourself fall freely into your climax. You welcome it with a loud cry, as your body trembles and quivers along with it. The fingers in your depth continue moving steadily, helping you ride the pleasure. The sweet words Taehyung whispers into your ear, with his lips ghosting close to your skin, become the ones guiding you back to him before you find yourself lost completely in oblivion.

You remain in this heightened bliss for a while longer, until you feel his fingers slowly leaving your pulsing heat.

Keeping your eyes closed, you savour the waves of pleasure still rushing through your body. It feels conflicting; when you can still sense the vexation you’ve had of him hanging far in the back of your mind, yet your muscles are lax, and your body continues to give in to the delightful touch and the pulsing pleasure you feel coursing inside you.

You feel warm, not just on the outside, which comes from the water still running down your skin despite slowly losing its heat. But you can feel the warmth settling down inside, caused by the swirls of pleasure that are taking their time winding down.

Your eyes flutter open at the touch of his lips, as they trail up the column of your neck, across your chin, then upwards to capture your mouth in a slow, languid kiss. Through your hazy eyes, you see the room is now full of fog, just as thick as what you have inside your head. Then, everything disappears as your eyelids grow heavy, and he deepens the kiss.

In your dreamlike state, the touch of his hands feels faint and far, though they still ignite the dancing flutters under your skin as his fingers make their way down your hips. Then his hands continue travelling further until he gets a hold of your thighs and begins to lift.

With a gasp, you find yourself floating again. This time, not metaphorically.

You open your eyes, and the fog around you slowly clears as he takes you out of the shower. A cold surface touches your skin when Taehyung gently places you on top of the counter.

"I know you just love showing off," you mutter as he carefully dabs your body with a new towel, wiping off the dripping water from your skin.

"I'd like to think of it as making use of the hours I spent working out," he chuckles, and wraps the towel around your body. He grabs another towel and makes a quick work of drying himself off, then discards the towel when he is done. "Come here."

When he kisses you again, you no longer feel any urge to push him away. You simply lean in, wrapping your arms around his neck as your mouth meets his in a soft, lingering kiss. His hands settle on your waist with a gentle hold. Just when you think he's going to pull you to him, he moves your legs to wrap them around his waist, and once again, with no warning, Taehyung lifts you and starts carrying you out of the bathroom.

"You'll regret it once I get used to this," you sigh into the kiss, drawing a low chuckle from him.

"Only more reason to keep working out."

Your eyes are droopy, so you sense it rather than see it when he walks into the bedroom. The air around you smells like a mix of vanilla and cedarwood, a familiar scent that reminds you of Yoongi and Jungkook together. Your heartbeat speeds up as you think about being in their private space, the same way they did when you spent the summer nights with them in yours.

Humming into the kiss, you breathe in the comforting scents, just as Taehyung slowly lowers you back on the bed. 

You fall back against the sheets, breaking away from the kiss. The towel falls off, exposing your body to his eyes.

"Damn, baby," he muses, groaning deeply while running his gaze down your body, taking in your bare breasts, your nipples still puckered after the shower and from his relentless nibbles, and your center all damp and swollen from the way he played his fingers until you erupted.

With a gentle grip around your thighs to keep your legs spread, Taehyung moves to join you. He crawls up the mattress with his eyes locked on you, while your eyes travel down his body, still naked and partly soaked, his cock dangling hard and firm. His move is deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. It makes you feel exposed and small, your heartbeat racing, yet something in you just wants to open up further and present yourself entirely to him.

As he hovers right above you, his hands begin to move upwards. You let out a gasp as his palms move to your bottom, cupping each soft cheek with a firm grip, making your skin tingle with the ghost feeling of a sting which he promised to give you.

"Tae…baby…"

“Right here,” he whispers, his deep voice rumbling with a sound that comes out almost like a low groan as he presses his palms harder into your skin, “I should mark this spot right here to make up for all the scare you put me through.” 

You whimper. “You wouldn’t dare,” you protest, though your words fall flat to your own ears.

Grinning wickedly, Tae leans in to kiss your lips and says, “Oh, I would, and I know there’s someone else who was just as worried as I was and would love to do it too.” 

You react with a gasp the moment it registers to you what he is trying to say.

"They should figure out by now that we're done showering," Taehyung says, gesturing with his chin at the two cups of tea sitting on the bedside table, steam still floating from each one. Right next to them, you see a couple of loose T-shirts and sweatpants that both you and Taehyung can change into.

Immediately, your cheeks burn hot when you realize that either Yoongi or Jungkook—or both—had been here, and they could easily hear everything that was happening in the shower.

No wonder Taehyung made sure you couldn't keep quiet about it.

"They're probably waiting outside," Taehyung teases you with a kiss, "Should we call them in?"

Before you can answer him, you hear someone knocking at the door, and Jungkook’s voice calls out. 

“Is everything okay with you guys in there? Do you need anything?” 

Taehyung’s grin deepens. “Answer him,” he whispers as he leans down, pressing his lips on your earlobe. “Make a decision, kitten. Do you want to call him in?” 

We’re fine.

Those words should be the ones leaving your lips. But something inside you stirs. The need that Taehyung had awakened is now boiling hot, and the words come out of your lips before you can stop them. 

“Ca…can you guys come in?” 

Taehyung smiles. As if he is pleased with your choice, he kisses your lips gently and murmurs, “Good girl.” 

Your heart flutters as his praising words, and it grows more intense when the door opens with a click, and both men slowly enter the bedroom. 

Jungkook comes first, his eyes finding you with a sharp gaze, drifting low the moment he notices your state of undress, while looking vulnerable under Taehyung’s arms. Yoongi follows close behind, his eyes immediately following Jungkook’s gaze as he closes the door behind him. 

“Did you need us, princess?” Yoongi asks as he slowly approaches the bed.

Taehyung gives you a brief kiss and moves to your side, before gathering you in his arms, situating you until you are sitting against his chest while facing the other men. “Our sweet princess here wants to make up for causing all the trouble, and I suppose she wanted you guys to get involved, seeing that she made each of us worry.” 

Your gaze drifts to Jungkook as a soft groan slips out of his lips. It seems that Taehyung’s words have shifted something inside him, which makes his eyes grow dark with a look of hunger—as if he wants to devour you. It’s a look that you rarely see coming from him. Not since that summer, when he looked at you the same way.

And you can see that he is struggling to keep it down. 

But it’s Yoongi who speaks on behalf of both of them. “Is that so?” A slow, deep chuckle comes out of him. Licking his lips, he tilts his head and looks at you closely. His gaze makes your skin tingle, as if he is touching you with his eyes. “Looks to me like she wants to run away.”

“Really?” Taehyung asks, turning to you. “Are you thinking of escaping us, kitten?” 

Words fail you when the tension in the room grows heavy. Your throat feels tight with nerves, with a mix of other emotions swirling inside you. You feel them coming from the heat of their gazes. The only thing you can do is shake your head. 

“Maybe we should tie her up to the bed while we punish her for being bad today?” Taehyung continues. He acts as if he is making a good offer to his boys, yet you can sense that the question is directed solely at you. “What do you say, kitten?” 

For a moment, you deliberate your choices. Exhaustion has begun to set in—your body is welcoming it as the stress you felt earlier has been lifted out of you. And yet, being in the center of attention, with all their deep gazes locked solely on you, the heat of your desire is slowly coming back to life.

“Alright, f-fine,” you finally answer, crossing your arms around yourself while feigning annoyance. But there’s no denying the way your body heats up at the thought of what’s to come, your skin tingling when you picture yourself being under their care.   

Taehyung presses a kiss on your bare shoulder and pulls your arms away, peeling your protective shield off your body. “I promise not to hurt you, kitten.” 

“It’s still going to hurt.” You let out a whimper.

But then his kiss returns to your shoulder, easing your mind a little bit more. Your body reacts by rocking against him, feeling his cock pressing against your back. The feel of his hardness awakens the throbbing need inside you, but it fades under the shadow of the sting on your skin that suddenly comes to the surface just by thinking of what he is going to do to you.

What everyone is going to do to you.

“Only for a moment,” Taehyung touches your chin, tilting your face to the side as he reassures you with a kiss. “And if you behave, once you’ve shown us that you’re truly sorry, you’ll get a reward right after.” 

You hear a hum of approval coming from Yoongi and Jungkook, both still keeping their eyes on you. Even when their heated gazes have slowly turned warm with care, helping you feel less self-conscious and vulnerable, it still doesn’t stop you from feeling nervous about what’s happening. 

Pouting, you try not to think too much of it, yet take this time to protest. “I still think it’s unfair. You were the one who made us fight.” 

“I know, and I’m still sorry.” A small, regretful smile lifts across his face. “I promise that you’ll get your turn to punish me later for misbehaving.” 

His promise makes you smile. “You mean it?” 

“Of course, kitten. Anything for you.” 

You hear Yoongi chuckling from the side. “That’ll be interesting to see.” 

“I’m sure you’d think so,” Taehyung groans. 

“Should we put a blindfold on her while we’re at it?” Jungkook suddenly suggests with a smile, which surprises you.

Usually, Yoongi would be the one to take the lead between them, and you can see him as the one suggesting this kind of thing. Just like how you know that he is the dominant one between the two lovers. But Jungkook’s playful gaze shows you that this is something that he wants from you as well.

“We can play a little game and see if you can guess whose turn it is.” 

Once again, you whimper. Being tied down and blindfolded at the same time will make you feel even more vulnerable.

It’s not that you hate it. And it’s obvious that the boys are loving the idea too. You’re just not sure if your body can take it all at the same time.

“That’s actually a good idea,” Taehyung chuckles. He leans back, and a tiny scarf manifests in his hand. As if they’ve already prepared it beforehand. “Well? Blindfold on, or off?” 

You bite your lips, considering it for a moment. It feels intimidating, yet intriguing at the same time. You take one look at Jungkook, and the answer slips out of your lips before you can stop it.

“Yes,” you sigh. “I can take it.”

“Good girl. Then let us get you ready,” Taehyung says. “Let’s start by tying up your hands first.”

Yoongi moves to the bedside table just then and opens the drawer. When he pulls out a bundle of silk rope, you realize that’s where Taehyung had gotten the silk blindfold from. Yoongi returns to the bed while unwinding the rope to get it ready for you.

You can’t help but be mesmerised as you watch his skilful hands work the rope; his fingers are delicate, yet they move methodically to make it appear as if the rope is dancing in his hold.

“It won’t hurt you,” Jungkook suddenly says, his voice gentle. You turn to him, meeting his smile. He must’ve noticed you looking at the rope in Yoongi’s hands so closely and thought that you felt intimidated. “We’ve used the rope during our time together,” he adds, while running his fingers up his wrist. “And I can promise you that the silk will feel soft on your skin.”

Just as he says those words, an image appears in your head—of Yoongi and Jungkook having their playtime in this room, with the same silk rope binding one of them to the bed.

Picturing them together makes your body grow hot. It takes you back to the summer night when you watched them together, embracing pleasure side by side with you and Taehyung.

Your legs twitch. You try to press your legs together to ease the pulse that suddenly appears in your heat, only for Taehyung to press his palm on your lower belly, prompting you to rock your hips into the mattress instead.

“Patience,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “Give me your hands.”

Sucking a deep breath, you put your wrists together, which he gathers gently with his strong hand. He keeps them together as he lifts them like an offering. Yoongi climbs onto the bed right after, kneeling on your left side, before he wraps the rope around your wrists to bind them together.

The fabric feels soft on your skin, just as Jungkook promised. It takes away the uneasiness you feel of being bound and your control taken away.

But the feeling only stays with you for a fleeting moment.

Taehyung tugs at the rope to make sure that it’s secured, then slips his fingers between the silk and your skin to make sure it isn’t too tight. Once he is pleased, Taehyung gently lifts you from his lap and slips aside.

“Lie back against the pillows,” he instructs you as he sets you down on the mattress.

You do as he says, wiggling against the sheets to get comfortable before lying back.

“Good girl,” he says. He kisses your lips and steps away, leaving the bed altogether and taking away the last warmth that’s been protecting you from their eyes.

Jungkook climbs the bed just then, settling down on your right. His eyes are transfixed on you as he moves closer. And when he takes your tied hands in his, bringing them to his lips, your heartbeat races. He kisses your wrist, right at the part of skin which isn’t covered by the rope, and carefully begins guiding you to lift your arms.

“Arms up, beautiful,” he says, his voice gentle.

You have your eyes looking straight into his when you follow, moving your arms above your head, your tied hands getting close to the headrest. He then takes the remaining length of the rope and brings it upward, before tying it to the headrest to restrain you. Once he is done, he pulls back to watch his work.

“Should we tie her legs to the bed too?” He asks, his eyes glinting with hunger and never leaving you.

Taehyung hums as he thinks about it. “No, that won’t be necessary. I want to be able to move her around a little bit,” he says, much to your relief. Until he adds, “But you’ll be a good pet and keep your legs spread open for us, won’t you?”

With a whimper, you nod your head. Then you remember that your lover prefers to hear your voice. “Yes, I can do that.”

“Good. Bend your knees and keep them up, then open your legs for us.”

Your legs feel a bit stiff when you try to move, almost as if you are not in control of them. They tremble when you bend your knees up, and Jungkook has to lend a hand to help you spread your legs open, wide enough to feel the chill breeze brushing against your pulsing heat.

“Perfect,” Taehyung murmurs, as he climbs back up from the foot of the bed and kneels between your legs. His praise heightens everything that you’re already feeling once you are settled.

In this position, you feel vulnerable. Lying naked on your back, your legs spread open, and your most intimate parts on display for three pairs of hungry eyes. The way Taehyung is towering over you on the bed while you are bound to the damn furniture makes you feel small. The feeling that is surprisingly welcomed, knowing that you are no longer in control of all the mess that you’ve created for yourself. 

Yet you don’t feel any fear when Jungkook’s presence on your right side exudes calmness, and Yoongi is giving you comfort from your left. Their hands, all delicate and gentle and deft, begin tracing up and down your thighs, your hips, your waist, giving you all the soothing touches you need, which only further inflates the heat inside you until it soars. 

“Please…” 

You whine, begging, even if you’re not entirely sure what you are asking of them. 

“What is it, kitten?” Taehyung asks with his deep voice, his hands spreading your legs wide. “Tell me what you want.” 

Opening your eyes, the hunger you feel comes rushing in, taking over your senses. And you want more. You want them. 

You want everything.

Taehyung lowers himself right as the others shift, settling back on either side of you and giving him space. He covers your body with his own, pressing down with his heat as his lips find your earlobe to give a light bite. “Use your words, kitten. Or are you ready for your punishment?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. The threat of his punishment makes your skin tingle. At the same time, heat begins to form right at the center of your legs. 

“Yes, I’m ready,” you whisper, nearly breathless as your heartbeat picks up. Yet you hold your gaze on his when he looks down at you again, once again pleading with him, “Please punish me, Sir. I’ve been a bad girl.” 

A collective sound of deep groans and low chuckles answers you. Seems like they all enjoy hearing your response. 

Your attention is briefly drawn to Yoongi when he begins stripping out of his clothes. He catches your gaze as he throws his shirt away, leaving his chest bare. His hair—that has gotten longer—looks unruly as it falls against his face, and you itch to run your fingers through the soft strands.

You look away from his knowing grin when Taehyung moves. You watch him hand over the blindfold to Jungkook, who takes it after taking off his shirt. “Ready?” He asks as he turns to you. When you give him no answer, too distracted by the sight of the pretty inkwork on his broad chest and arm, he then reassures you, “You trust us, don’t you?”

Forcing your gaze away from his toned body, you look into his eyes and nod. “Yes.”

“Good,” he says. “And remember that you can put a stop to this anytime you want.”

You know this, but his reassurance continues to put you at ease.

“Do you have a safe word that you can use?”

Glancing at Taehyung, you nod. “Yes. It’s red.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says with a smile. “Use it if you feel like it’s too much and you feel like you can no longer take it. We’ll make sure that you’ll feel safe with us, but always let us know if you want to stop. All right?”

You nod to answer, but then you remember to use your words. “Okay. I will.”

This pleases Jungkook and the others. Then Jungkook moves closer. “Close your eyes, beautiful,” he gently instructs you.

You follow his words and close your eyes, immediately hating it when you can no longer see them. But you say nothing as Jungkook carefully puts the blindfold on you. His fingers gently graze through your hair as he secures the silk at the back of your head.

“Is this too tight?” He whispers, his voice sounding much closer than you realize.

“No, it’s okay,” you answer with a whisper, your heartbeat picking up again now that you are in complete darkness.

But as you lose one sense, your other senses heighten. You can feel the movements from both sides of your body as Yoongi and Jungkook pull away. Then you hear the shuffling sounds that tell you they are shedding every piece of clothing they wear, followed by the soft thuds of fabric falling on the floor. You can also hear the steady breath coming from your front, as Taehyung continues to sit still. Watching. Waiting.

Yet neither of your companions makes a move to return to you and touch you.

For a lingering moment, they remain still. And you wait, allowing the anticipation to build up. It doesn’t make you feel tense. In fact, it only heightens your senses further. It feels as though your body, your skin, is slowly growing more sensitive with each passing second you are being denied their touch.

Just when you are about to beg them to touch you, to give their attention, to do anything, you feel a dip on the mattress, right between your legs. Taehyung returns to his previous position and lowers himself over you.

“How are you doing, kitten?”

His deep voice vibrates through his chest. His lips feel close. You tug at your restraint, wishing that you could pull him down to you so you could kiss his lips. But any effort you make will be futile. So you simply clench your hands against the bind and whisper, “I’m okay. I need you, baby.”

Taehyung chuckles, then you feel his lips pressing against the column of your throat. “I’m here, kitten,” he says.

He pulls back, then you feel him running his hands down your body. Starting from your chest, which arches into his touch, to your waist, then his strong palms settle on your hips. They stay there for a moment before he starts moving his hands lower.

You feel him shifting on the bed, changing position. And when his hands continue travelling down your thighs, he carefully guides your legs down to the mattress. They quiver in his hands as he moves them, and you struggle to keep yourself steady—your body has grown quite stiff, yet much attuned to his touch after the long wait.

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs. “Now relax and let me move your body.”

Before you can process his words, he grabs a strong hold of your hips and flips your body around as if you weigh nothing, drawing a gasp out of you.

Taehyung pulls your hips up until you are on your knees, your face hovering slightly above the pillows, and your bare bottom facing up. The restraints around your wrists tighten, and you feel like your gravity is distorted as you are bent at such an angle. Yet Taehyung’s firm hold on your hips keeps you grounded. 

“Get those legs wide,” you hear him say, his voice sounds deep and low. 

You struggle to keep your knees apart, feeling yourself sinking into the mattress with each move you make. But Taehyung grips the tops of your thighs firmly and pulls them open, parting you wide enough to his liking. You can barely feel his presence from this angle, yet you can feel it when he moves, the mattress dipping lightly as he bends forward, his warm breath on your skin gives away his intention before it happens. 

The press of his fingers on your bottom cheeks steals your breath away. Then he draws a breathless cry from you when he licks into you, his tongue sliding between your legs, parting your nether lips before tracing your slick slit. 

You cry out as he continues to lap every drop of your arousal, tasting you, and then tonguing your clit. Your thighs begin to quake, yet his firm grip keeps you steady. Then he starts dragging his tongue up to your behind, finding your puckered rim where he licks, just as he slaps his palm between your legs. 

The cries leaving your lips are sharp, yet the sound is more needy than in pain. It urges him to continue, spanking your wet center as he licks your anus. 

“No…no more…oh my God. I can’t…” 

Instead of stopping, Taehyung spanks harder, faster, until you start feeling the telltale of your orgasm shooting from the depths of your core. You suck a deep breath, bracing yourself for climax. The moment Taehyung notices this, he stops and pulls back, denying your release. 

“Please, Taehyung.” Whining, you push back against him, only to be rewarded with a rough squeeze on your bottom cheek to stop you from moving.

“Not yet, kitten. You still have to finish taking your punishment.” 

When you say nothing in return and simply stop pushing back, fighting against the urge to sway and rock your hips to meet his touch, you hear Taehyung humming his appreciation.

“Do you trust me, kitten?” Taehyung asks, his voice firm.

“Ye-yes…” 

“Do you trust us, princess?” Yoongi takes his turn to ask. You feel his hand rubbing gently on your back, while you feel another touch coming from the other side, as Jungkook gently tucks your hair back, exposing your face and neck.

“Yes, I do,” you sigh, then their warmth fades as their hands leave your body. 

Taehyung hums. “Good. Now, hold steady. Hold yourself up for a minute and try not to fall,” he orders you, before his hands disappear from your body. “And remember to breathe.” 

“Yes,” you find yourself answering, as your mind is floating in a daze. You feel overwhelmed with expectation. “Yes, Sir.” 

The next thing you hear isn’t a response from Taehyung, nor a command, but the sound of a hard slap, skin against skin. The sting comes later, as if your brain needs time to register the pain, now that your body has grown used to the mix of sensations he made you feel with his touch—when your body is still filled with a blissful current running through your veins.

Your head is in another space, almost as if everything is happening outside of your body. Then another slap lands on your other side.

“That’s for making me worry,” Taehyung says.

“This is for running out when we weren’t done talking." His hand crashes down three times before you can wiggle your ass to seek relief. “This is for driving off in the middle of the rain and putting yourself at risk.” Then another spank. “This is for being a brat and refusing to listen.” 

As he continues listing the things you did which warrant his punishments, his spanking gets harder, faster, until the pain slowly morphs into something else. You continue crying out, your voice barely recognizable when you hear yourself crying in a wanton, needy sound that contradicts the pain you are feeling. 

He keeps spanking, still with the list of your offences. “This is for not listening to me and talking back when I was trying to take care of you.” 

Your bottom cheeks burn with the pain he inflicts on you, but it feels so right. The sensation building up in your body is exactly what you have been craving for the most. You need this pain—you’ve needed something to ease the pressure building inside you since the fight.

Something to distract you from the cracks that still reside inside your chest. 

When the pulsing pain courses straight towards your center, you try to squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the throb in your swollen sex. Taehyung continues spanking you with a steady beat. As the pain begins to set in, you squeeze your muscles and writhe against the restraint, trying to dodge his touch when his hand comes back to you. 

“Taehyung,” you gasp when you feel his palm pressing against your skin, not with another slap, but with a gentle brush. Your ass still tingles and burns, yet it only intensifies the sensation building between your legs. 

“How are you doing, kitten? Okay?” 

“Hmmmm,” you can only hum as you savour the calming touch he is giving you, helping soothe the pain, and slowly turning them into pleasure.

“Use your words, kitten.” 

“Ye-yes. I’m okay.” With each word you give him, your heat throbs with hunger. With a dark need that shouldn’t be there with all the painful ministrations he’s given you. “Please, Sir.” 

Taehyung answers you with a deep groan. “It’s not over yet, kitten,” he says with a deep voice. "You know what comes next, don’t you?"

You open your mouth, yet words fail you. A whimper escapes you when he gently rubs his palm across your skin. He kisses a trail down your back, further distracting you. Then the mattress dips on either side of you, and you are quick to find your answer.

"It's our turn, beautiful," Jungkook promises with his gentle voice.

Before you can respond, Yoongi chimes in from the other side, instructing you, "Take a deep breath, princess."

They leave no chance for you to speak, as two separate slaps land on your skin, coming almost simultaneously. The first comes from your right, landing on your plushy, now overly sensitive butt. The second one comes from your left, a little bit more gentle, landing on the top of your thigh, yet close enough to your pulsing center, that the pain shoots right through your core.

You gasp at the sudden strike, your body swaying, as if trying to shake the pain away. A pair of gentle hands comes to your hips, holding you still. "Easy, baby. We're just starting," Yoongi's deep voice mutters.

You feel another hand brushing against the sting, briefly soothing you, before another slap lands on your other thigh.

"Oh…!"

"I’ll try not to hurt you too much, beautiful," you hear Jungkook say as you feel his fingers tracing the spot that stings after his touch. "But this is only the beginning—for making us both worried."

Another slap lands on the back of your thigh, staring from the upper side, then going lower, coming on your right side once, then on your left. It happens so rapidly, you can barely register what's happening or where they will be coming from next. The only thing you can focus on is the glorious pain surging across your body, while their voices as they list out your misdeeds sound almost faint.

"This is for almost giving me a heart attack when neither Tae nor I could contact you," says Yoongi as a slap lands on the bottom side of your butt, where it’s already sensitive to the touch.

"And this is for running through the rain when you could've waited," Jungkook’s voice comes next, driving his spanks lower, focusing on your thighs to avoid the spots that are still pulsing from the previous assaults—starting from the back of your right thigh, to the left, then he slowly drives his palm towards your inner thigh.

A memory of your arrival comes flashing through your head while the strikes continue to come at you—of how you ran out of the car and into the cabin seconds before Jungkook could run out with an umbrella to cover you from the rain.

You inwardly argue that some of these misdeeds that they are listing for you don’t even warrant your punishment. But as you remember the panic in Jungkook’s eyes when he welcomed you at the door, completely drenched, with your tears melting together with the rain, guilt plagues you, and you choose to keep your mouth shut.

Your wandering thought breaks as a sharp slap comes between your parted legs, not more than an inch away from your pulsing heat.

The sudden strike of pain nearly does it, once again triggering your impending climax to push forward. Trashing back against your bind, your head falls back, knees buckling. You try to snap your legs close, pressing against the rising pulse of your climax. But a hard body leans down against your back, pressing on your skin, hands pulling your hips back before you can escape.

"Steady, princess," you hear Yoongi's voice whisper to you. He caresses your neck and moves your hair aside to bite your ear. "You've done so well. Isn't that right?" Basking in his sweet praise, you lean back as he trails his lips at your nape. But you know that the question isn't intended for you.

"She did a good job taking her punishment." Jungkook praises you, and you feel his lips on the other side of your neck, leaving soft kisses that make your chest flutter.

They continue soothing you with their touches and kisses for a bit longer, until you nearly forget about the pain. Until your soft whimpers turn into delicate sighs of need.

Your body trembles under the hands exploring your body. Every inch of your skin lights up. With your hands still bound to the headrest, the feeling heightens, and there's nothing else you can do but feel it. Your upper body bends over the pillow, barely keeping a good distance from the mattress as you struggle not to fall over. Your knees are quaking beneath you, a fragile foundation, yet they are the only things keeping you up, as your hips move languidly to ride the pulsing pain.

"I wish you could see yourself, kitten," Taehyung murmurs. "You look so good, taking it all like a good girl."

A pair of lips comes pressing on your back. Warm kisses trailing down your spine, stopping at the small of your back and ghosting across your bruised skin. His fingers take hold of your hips when the other hands slowly disappear from your body. Then, your world suddenly tilts over, as you are flipped around until you are lying on your back once more.

The twisted rope loosens once you are settled back into the pillows, just enough to allow your blood to flow back to your fingers. Your body flinches briefly as your back hits the cold sheets, which soon grow damp with your sweat and from the water dripping from your hair. But as your head rests against pillows, you breathe a sigh of relief, and your muscles grow lax.

Yet the relief doesn’t last, as your bruised skin meets the sheets, and the sting shoots right through you.

“Everything okay?” Taehyung asks. “Try to relax. Can you do that?”

With a groan, you twist your body, moving under the restraint to find a comfortable angle that doesn’t inflict pain when your tender skin rubs against the sheets beneath you. “Yea…yes,” you hiss, earning a deep chuckle that vibrates through Taehyung’s chest.

You try not to strain against the bind as he runs his fingers down your waist. Each lingering touch tickles your senses. You feel his grip on your hips, and just when you think he’s about to stop there, Taehyung runs his hands down your thighs. He grabs a hold of your flesh and carefully lifts your legs up, and keeps going up, until your lower body is suspended upward, before he slowly pushes your thighs towards your chest, nearly folding you in half.

It feels weird to remain in this angle. Bound to the bed and blindfolded, you have absolutely no control over your own body.

And now you are feeling a greater sense of losing that control, when Taehyung keeps a tight hold of your legs, keeping them open, your sore butt floating above the mattress, and your slick pussy completely exposed as he keeps your center open while facing the ceiling.

You hear a deep hum and almost feel the touch of his gaze as Taehyung takes a moment to marvel at the work of his and his friends’ hands. “Someone seems to be enjoying the punishments too much,” he murmurs, as he lets go of one leg and runs his fingers between your folds, finding slickness.

You suck a deep breath at his touch, which ignites the sparks beneath your eyelids. You should be feeling embarrassed, ashamed, for being exposed as someone so wanton to enjoy these punishments that you nearly climaxed more than once while they kept striking you.

You’d wished that neither of them caught on. But it seems that nothing could pass Taehyung’s attention, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

“Are you looking forward to your reward? Do you want to come?”

“Yes, Sir. I do…I need it,” you start to beg, when all you feel now is nothing but a numbing pain on your tender skin. And with him holding you like this, you cannot help but pay more attention to your center, where your arousal seems to have been building up without you realizing it.

It’s hard to ignore it now, when you feel every pulse, every drip of your arousal, which feels cold against your warm skin.

Taehyung clicks his tongue. “For some reason, I want to tease you some more,” he muses, and his fingers slip between your folds, causing your hips to twitch when he presses against your heat.

“Do you think you can handle just a bit more, kitten?”

You open your mouth, yet are unable to answer. Can you really take more?

Biting your lips, you relive what had just happened to you. The punishments they gave you have been intense and harsh, yet your body seems to welcome the pain so openly. It’s proven through the slick sound of your arousal, which you can hear as Taehyung slowly moves his fingers in a barely-there touch, just to feel your arousal building up further.

Your body trembles with each touch, your breath quivers. Your core pulses. Then Taehyung moves his fingers away from your center, smearing your arousal across the area on your inner thighs, which he has yet to touch.

“I’ll need to leave a mark here,” he muses with a deep, growling voice that would have made your knees grow weak, if only you were standing on your feet. “What do you say, kitten? Will you let me?”

Your throat feels dry when you try to answer. You didn’t realize how much you’ve been screaming and wasting your voice. The thought of more punishments also puts fear into your chest, stealing your words. But the strong need for release, and the promise of pleasure that you are expecting to gain once it’s all over, prevent you from using your safe word to put a stop to this.

Instead, you steady your breath and answer him calmly, “Yes, Sir. I can take it.”

“Good girl.”

Taehyung lets go of your legs. Before you have the chance to lower them or feel the relief of being freed from his restraint, two hands come to take his place.

Jungkook's fingers wrap themselves on your right calf, while Yoongi takes hold of your left knee, both working together to keep your legs up without adding more restraint that may hurt you.

“Remember to breathe,” comes the reminder from one of them, before a slap lands on your inner thigh, its sound echoing around you, the pain shooting up to your spine, and into your heat.

Another strike lands on the other side before you can react, stealing your breath and drawing a stifled gasp when he follows up with another slap, moving just an inch away from the previous spot he touched.

"This is for trying to steal an orgasm from us," Taehyung says as he spanks you right above your folds.

Your pussy throbs against his assault, while your cheeks burn, chill runs down your spine.

He knows, you wonder with a gasp. Shame runs through your blood realizing that you’ve been caught.

"Oh, God!" You squeal in pain as his large hands come down on your bare center, causing your entire body to arch and quiver.

He gives your pulsing heat a few more spanks before stopping, once again timing it perfectly right before you erupt into an orgasm. "Please, Taehyung. Baby, I need to cum."

Taehyung pauses, then gives your inner thigh one more hard slap before he pulls away, followed by the hands that have been keeping your legs hanging, allowing you to finally find relief as your lower body falls to the mattress. You immediately start kicking your feet and humping your hips into the sheets, feeling wild for something more, something less, for everything.

Your body is still feeling the sting of pain and pleasure and the desperation of not being able to touch yourself, when a tug on your wrists draws attention to your limbs, which have grown sore and numb at the same time.

Suddenly, the rope that binds you falls. Gentle fingers pry your hands apart, freeing you completely. Warm lips come pressing at your wrist, kissing them one at a time, as if to soothe the numbing ache left behind by the tight bind.

As your arms fall back to your sides, the bed dips, right between you and Jungkook. You feel Taehyung shifting, pulling you up the mattress easily as if you are nothing but a ragdoll, and pulls you up to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He parts his knees, dragging your legs out wide.

“You still want more, kitten?” His breath is scorching hot on your ear. “You’re going to get this pussy spanked one last time for trying to sneak an orgasm when we’re not looking, so you’ll remember not to repeat it. Then you’re going to give our friends a little show to reward them for keeping you safe before I got here.”

You nod, unable to find your voice. Taehyung wraps a firm arm around your waist and brings his hand down between your legs. A swift, yet firm spank lands on your pulsing center.

“Ooh, ooh!”

You let out a squeal at the impact. The sensation feels like an explosion of pain and pleasure that shoots through your body. It feels too much, but you leave your knees open, though you are powerless to stop your hips from moving to ride the feeling.

He slaps again, lighter this time. And with his other hand, he crushes your breast, massaging your sensitive flesh that’s been abandoned just a little bit too hard. After the third spank against your dripping folds, you are practically sobbing with need. Thankfully, his fingers remain where they are and cup your dripping mounds. You squirm against them, needing friction. He screws one finger in, and you grab his hand to urge it deeper.

“So wet for me.” He groans, his voice filled with hunger and need.

Taehyung cups your jaw and gently lifts your face as he tugs the blindfold off. The light in the bedroom was dimmed while you were left in the dark, and it takes some effort to be able to see through the haze.

You inhale sharply as you feel his finger softly probing your opening, just barely inching inside. The walls of your pussy tighten, anticipating the impending invasion. But he doesn’t go deeper—not yet.

Taehyung swirls the tip of his finger in lazy, minute circles just inside of your opening. Your skin grows even hotter as the gentle sensation begins to cause a reaction inside of you so quickly. His finger slips with effortless ease with how slick you’ve become, how ready your muscles are to welcome him.

You begin squirming as the tickling feeling becomes almost unbearable. His gentle touch felt nice at first, almost soothing, but now, it feels almost irritating with how much he is holding back, as if teasing you. You want nothing more—no, need—than for him to either put his finger in deeper, or touch you harder.

And then he finally does, pushing his finger deeper into your heat, while he murmurs to your ear, “Or are you perhaps wet because you have eyes here watching you unravel, kitten?”

You open your eyes with a gasp, meeting both Jungkook and Yoongi’s deep gazes. Those deep, intense gazes that are filled with hunger. Your gaze trails down their bodies, noticing the thin sheen of sweat on their skin, the rise and fall on their chests as they watch you closely, taking in the way you are responding to every touch, every sensation that your boyfriend is giving you.

And then your gaze continues to trace down the length of their bodies, falling on their hard cocks, all fully erected, ready and needy that you can almost feel the heat without having to touch them. You lick your lips, wishing for a taste, and you feel Taehyung’s chest pressing on your back as he whispers, 

“Touch them, kitten. You’re the only one getting punished right now, so you need to take some responsibility.”

His command takes a few minutes longer to sink in. Then you need another moment to order your body to move, still too overwhelmed, too stimulated, that your brain seems to have grown numb.

But then you manage to move your hands, reaching out to each of the men who have joined you on the bed.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s as you wrap your fingers around his cock, watching his eyes flutter close at your touch. You feel his cock twitching against your palm when you begin to move your hand, sliding it up and down his shaft at a slow and steady pace.

Keeping your grip steady and your strokes light, you turn to Yoongi. Your eyes are locked on his when you cover his stiff cock with your other palm. His erection feels hard and rigid. His blood pulses against your touch. And when you begin stroking him, keeping the same pace as what you are giving to Jungkook, his jaw clenches, and a deep groan slips from his mouth that falls open at the pleasure he is feeling.

You briefly pause to lick your palms, hoping to add some lubrication to avoid hurting them. Then you continue, stroking them simultaneously, up and down, keeping a steady pace. You look between them, watching their expressions change; how Jungkook closes his eyes when he feels the pleasure rising, while Yoongi keeps his eyes on you the whole time, with his jaw clenching, holding back a groan.

Your hands are still sore from the bind they kept you in earlier, your fingers still feeling the tingles from the blood now flowing back into each digit, so it doesn’t take long before you feel the exhaustion. Your wrists are beginning to grow sore, your strokes unsteady. Just when your movements become jerky, Yoongi covers your hand with his own, gripping it to guide you to keep the same pace as you continue.

A groan comes from Jungkook, and soon he is doing the same thing. His fingers encircle your hand, giving it a firm grip as he guides you to stroke harder, faster, until you hear his soft moans in the air around you.

It leaves you feeling mesmerized for a moment as you watch them coming close to unravelling under your touch. Beads of precum are leaking from the tips of their cocks, making you salivate for a taste. When you feel them twitch and their cocks hardening, their groans getting louder and deeper, you know that they’re getting close to finding release.

But instead of reaching it, you feel their grip loosening, then with a groan, Yoongi opens his eyes and firmly says, “Enough.”

Gently, they pry your hands from their hard-ons, both throbbing and hot, so close to climaxing. Jungkook looks at you with his eyes dark and hazy, his smile tired and amused, then kisses the inside of your wrist before letting you go.

Yoongi lets out a soft hiss when you release him, cursing under his breath when he seems to have trouble fighting the pleasure rushing in his body.

“W-why did you make me stop?” You meekly ask, disappointed. You were marvelling at the fact that you were giving them pleasure, and had wanted nothing more but to help them find release.

Jungkook smiles. “You made us feel good, beautiful,” he reassures you. Then adds, “But we both prefer to cum while we’re deep inside you.”

His confession makes you gasp, and you fall back against Taehyung’s chest, which rumbles as he lets out a deep chuckle. “You like the sound of that, don’t you, kitten?” He whispers to your ear, his arms still on your waist, while he reaches between your legs, dipping into your slickness. “Did touching them and watching them go crazy from your hands make you feel excited?”

You sigh. “Yes, it did.”

His hand slides across your throat next, fingers tightening just enough to draw a gasp from your lips. "Do you think you deserve that reward now?"

"Yes. Please, Sir. I need to cum," you answer breathlessly, wishing his hands would move down to touch you right where it tingles. Your heat has been pulsing with need, and any touch would be enough to light you right up.

A movement catches your eyes, and you let out a sigh when you see Jungkook kneeling between your parted legs. His dark eyes are locked on you as he spreads your legs wider, exposing your hot center to his eyes.

"Fuck, she's dripping so hard," Jungkook murmurs with a sigh. He runs his tongue across his lips and grins. "I think she's ready for us."

"I bet she is," Yoongi chuckles. "Stop torturing the poor thing. She's been doing so well."

"I agree," Taehyung says, much to your relief. "And I think Jungkook is eager to taste you first." Your eyes move back to Jungkook, who has lowered himself with his fingers moving to your center. "Would you let him, kitten?"

You groan softly. "Yes…"

Jungkook doesn't waste any more time. Dipping low, his mouth latches onto your inner thigh, biting hard enough to leave a bruise. You whimper at the pain, hips jerking, yet the sting only intensifies the pulsing you feel in your core.

Jungkook moves his hands up your waist, holding you down as he gives a slow lick across the pain he inflicted, soothing your skin until you are no longer tense. You feel the warmth of his breath across your folds, his fingers parting your nether lips, then his lips press down. A sharp gasp leaves you when he drags his tongue up your slit, stopping just before he reaches your clit.

You groan in frustration, bucking your hips, wishing that he would put that wickedly hot tongue of his over your clit and suck. "Beg for it, beautiful," he murmurs against your folds, his lips ghosting over your heat.

Taehyung tightens his grip on your throat and whispers, "Do as he says, kitten."

"Please," you gasp, "Please, Jungkook."

"What do you want him to do to you?"

"I…" you gasp breathlessly, your cheeks flushing with humiliation when a thought crosses your mind. Yet the words come out easily, "I want Jungkook to lick my pussy and suck my clit. Hard."

"I love it when you call my name and beg like a good girl," Jungkook teases, drawing a soft groan from you as his praise warms you inside. And then his mouth returns to your heat, capturing your clit between his lips while flicking his tongue mercilessly until your legs start shaking around his head.

"Damn, she tastes so good," he murmurs against your heat. You barely feel him pulling away when his lips continue to devour you, tasting and sucking, making you lose your mind.

You start bucking on the bed, your hips rolling back and forth against his face while he devours you. Taehyung keeps his hold around you; his arm keeps you still, while his hand keeps a steady restraint around your throat, restricting your need for air. Once again, the sensation you feel growing in your body is intensified, and the sparks seem to erupt wildly inside when you feel another set of hands reaching out, touching your breasts.

Your eyes flutter open to see Yoongi on your other side, his hands roughly playing with your breasts, kneading and pinching at your nipples until they grow hard again. He seems to be lost in a trance as he watches your body rocking against Jungkook’s face, riding him, with your head falling back against Taehyung's chest, and your hands sinking into the sheets beneath you.

You cry out when he pinches at your puckered nipples, feeling overwhelmed with everything you feel rushing through your body. His lips slowly lift to a grin, and he leans closer to whisper to you, "Do you think you can take us, princess?"

A moan escapes you as an answer, and he murmurs to you again, "You're going to take all three of us. One at a time, together, until you can't take anymore."

As Yoongi puts the image inside your head—of you being ravished by the three of them, together—your entire body shudders. You’ve dreamt about it ever since that summer, pictured it whenever you had to sleep at night, and have been longing for it for as long as you can remember. With a sharp inhale of breath, you remember sharing your desire to Taehyung once or twice, who had only responded with a smile and a promise, “Anything for you.”

"Answer him, kitten." His grip around your throat tightens, briefly, snapping you back into focus. “Isn’t that what you want? To have all of us giving you attention and care. and make sure that you’ll feel good?”

"Yes,” you moan. “I do. I want all of you."

"Good girl." Yoongi rises to his knees, his hand stroking his thick cock and slapping its tip against your cheek. "Open your mouth, princess."

You open your mouth willingly, while Taehyung slowly releases his grip on your throat. Yoongi's cock slides in smoothly, going deep as he fills your throat in one swift thrust. His hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you up to him while you gag around his thickness, tears forming in your eyes when his thrusts keep knocking the air out of your chest.

Taehyung shifts behind you, straightening his back so you can lean on him better, with his hand reaching down between your legs. He slides his fingers down your center, and Jungkook pulls back just so Taehyung can push his fingers into your tight, pulsing walls. Feeling him pressing deeply, your back arches. You nearly choke on Yoongi's cock, yet he doesn't stop thrusting into your mouth, as if your reaction and the sounds you are making only continue urging him on to keep moving.

"I think she's close to cumming," Jungkook teases with a low chuckle, his warm breath brushing against your pulsing center.

"Yeah," Taehyung groans. "I can feel it."

And both of them are right.

You can feel yourself burning from the inside. You are feeling delirious, feeling too many things at once; the cock in your throat, the fingers moving inside you, the hands touching, owning, and dominating every inch of you.

Your walls clamp down on the fingers pounding in and out of you. But just as you are about to come to your climax, both Taehyung and Yoongi move simultaneously to stop it from happening. As Taehyung pulls his fingers out of your heat, Yoongi pulls out with a gasp, his breath unsteady and his cock pulsing as if he was also close to his release.

Taehyung lets you go, and Jungkook takes over. You open your eyes as he turns you around, gently positioning you on Taehyung's lap as the latter sits back against the headrest, his arms opening to welcome you as you sit facing him. Your eyes grow wide as he impales you slowly on his cock. You cry out in a mix of relief and pleasure, feeling gloriously filled as he stretches you to the edge.

He grabs your hips, lifting you and slamming you back down. The sound of your screams fills the bedroom, echoing against the walls.

"Oh…oh, God! You're too rough, baby. So hard."

"You can take it, pet," Taehyung groans as he slams your ass down on his thighs, burying his cock deep with each ride.

"Such a good girl. You like it rough, don't you? Does it feel good to have his cock pounding your pussy?" Jungkook mutters from behind you as he kisses and bites your shoulder. His hands move around your chest, palming your breasts, making you even more delirious.

"Oh…yes…yes…!" You scream, barely coherent.

"Might want to quiet her voice a little," Taehyung groans, although he's not making any effort to slow down.

"I might just have a way to make that happen," you hear Yoongi speak, then the bed dips slightly as he moves. He grabs the back of your head and turns you to face him. You see the tip of his cock right before your eyes, and you open up for him, welcoming him back into your mouth.

"That's it, princess. What a perfect little pet," he groans, as he once again buries his cock deep in your throat while Taehyung continues pounding into your pussy.

With his hands resting on the back of your head, Yoongi starts rocking his hips, fucking your mouth as if he is fucking you deep in your pussy. He does it so rapidly as he pushes deep that you nearly choke around his girth, and you struggle to breathe. But once you begin to adjust to his width, you manage to swallow him without gagging. You even start using your tongue, flattening it against the underside of his length as he moves back and forth, in and out of your mouth and throat.

“You love being fucked in your mouth, don’t you?” Taehyung says. You can’t see his face, yet you can hear the smile in his voice when he teases, “You’re getting even wetter, kitten. You’re absolutely drenching around me.”

You moan around Yoongi’s cock, not only from his words, but also from his touch, when he reaches between you to give pressure on your clit.

Your body shudders, your breath unsteady. Then, things become even more intense when Taehyung picks up his pace, going the same rhythm as Yoongi. It almost sends you off to climax, making you cum with how intense they are fucking you together.

As Yoongi pushes deep into your throat, Taehyung keeps pounding you, hard and fast. Your body is jolted up and down, back and forth. Taehyung’s hands on your hips keep you centered, but Jungkook’s fingers that are playing with your breast do things to your brain that make you feel like you are lost in another space, where there’s nothing but pleasure around you.

There’s nothing you can do but ride the waves, allowing them to take over your body. You are so lost in the moment, with your climax rolling and slowly unfolding within, that you almost miss it when Yoongi speaks with deep grunts, “Fuck, I’m close. Her mouth feels so good.”

Even the sounds that come next—Jungkook’s soft murmurs as he responds to his lover, the loss of his hands on your skin, and the click of a tube opening—barely register in your brain. Until Yoongi suddenly stops, merely moments before you can embrace your release. With his fist on your hair, he slowly pulls your head back, and his cock falls out of your mouth with a pop.

You look up with bleary eyes, seeing his grin when he says, “I need to be inside you when I cum, princess.”

Before you can respond, Yoongi moves away from your sight. Taehyung guides you to face him, then gently pushes you forward until your chest are hovering on top of his. He continues thrusting in and out of you, slowing down, but still enough to distract you from the movements happening around you. Yet you certainly feel it when fingers come down to part your bottom cheeks, delicate against your still-tender skin, then something cold is being rubbed on your rear opening.

The sensation makes you gasp, and the hand that’s touching you doesn’t stop there.

“Deep breaths, princess,” Yoongi whispers in your ear, and it's the only warning you get before you feel him push his finger through your puckered rim.

“Oh…Oh!”

Yoongi begins moving his finger in and out of your hole, drawing more sounds from your lips. It feels odd to be stretched out like this, to be invaded from behind while you are filled from the front with Taehyung’s thick shaft.

But the lube helps.

It doesn’t take long before his ministrations flow smoothly. And once you are stretched enough, he adds another finger. Then another. From two fingers, become three. You let out breathless moans with each intrusion, while your body starts moving on its own, your hips grinding on top of Taehyung as you welcome each thrust of fingers, driving you to ride your lover’s cock steadily.

Then the fingers are removed. It happens so suddenly, cutting off the steady rise of your climax. You push your ass back to get them back, but a steady hand stops you, then you feel something larger pressing against your opening.

You finally realize what Yoongi meant earlier: that he wants to fuck you from behind while you are riding Taehyung’s cock.

Your body tenses for a brief moment, not sure if you’re ready for it when you’re already overstimulated. But your lust-filled mind wants it, and your body seems to crave it, when you pulse around Taehyung’s width just at the thought of it.

As Yoongi pushes his way in, you lean forward to give him better access and try to relax. You feel the head of his cock spreading you, stretching you further than his fingers did. Once he’s passed the rim, you feel his width filling you up and let out a cry. He struggles with a groan when your body tenses up, both around his cock and Taehyung’s, who also lets out a strangled groan.

That’s when Jungkook moves in. Gently, he places his palm on the back of your head, guiding you to look at him. “Focus on me, beautiful,” he says, smiling. Then he bends down to capture the tip of your breast with his mouth.

He gently sucks and licks around your nub, drawing shivers through your body. It helps take your mind away from the intrusion coming from behind.

Your body gives in, then slowly relaxes. When you are no longer tightening your muscles, Yoongi continues. He moves to push until he is a few inches in, then pulls back. He repeats it a few more times, making use of the lube again when he struggles. Within a few more strokes, he is finally buried in your ass, and he settles in your depth with a sigh.

“You feel good, princess,” he murmurs against your skin as he kisses your shoulder.

Jungkook pulls away, and the two cocks inside you begin to move, quickly picking up a rhythm. They go in and out, moving simultaneously, with one filling you deeply when the other moves back. You let out cries and moans with every stroke, every thrust, as the pleasure rushing in your body rises rapidly.

Taehyung lets out a deep groan when his body tenses, his cock pulsing hard inside you. “I think I’m going to cum.”

“Me too,” Yoongi groans, as he pushes as deep as he can, nearly causing you to topple onto Taehyung’s chest.

“Yes, come inside me,” you cry out, already feeling your own release coming. “Give it to me.”

Your words send them both into climax. Yoongi picks up speed before spilling his release inside you. Then, as he slows down, Taehyung lets out a groan, and you feel his warm load filling you up. Having their cum inside you puts you straight to the edge, and you are more than ready to embrace it, even though neither of them has yet to say a word for you to come.

You close your eyes, let your head fall back, getting ready for it. Yet, seconds before your climax explodes through you, Yoongi pulls out of you, and Taehyung grabs you by the hips to pull you off his cock.

“No…no, please!” You beg, as you are lifted off his lap and turned until you are beneath him. Cum spills out of your front and back, with your muscles spasming around emptiness, and your body is shaking from being denied your own release. “Please, I need to cum.”

You struggle in Taehyung’s hold; the dire need for release is making you impatient. You manage to squirm out of his grip, only for him to tackle you back onto the bed, catching your wrists and pinning them down into the pillows over your head with his large palm.

Taehyung rises over you. Dark determination is written clearly in his expression.

“I see that you tried to sneak an orgasm under our noses again,” Taehyung teases, his voice growling deeply.

“I just need to cum. Please, baby. I’m so close,” you whine, your body twitching, the spasms of your denied orgasm pushing from your core.

“I know, baby,” he says, leaning down to kiss your lips. “But you must’ve forgotten that there’s still one of us who hasn’t cum yet.”

Eyes wide, you remember with a gasp that there’s someone who hadn’t joined you. Taehyung moves away, and Jungkook quickly takes his place. He grabs your calves, opening your legs for him, and takes his position between them.

Your eyes follow his hand as he starts stroking himself, though it’s clear that he’s more than ready to take you.

“Ready to take me, beautiful?” He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours in a barely-there kiss, drawing your eyes away from his hard-on. “You’re not too sore to let me in, are you?”

“Hmmmh…no,” you whimper, barely managing to let the words out. “Please, I need you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command,” he groans.

You inhale sharply as you feel his finger probing your opening, just barely inching inside. Your inner walls tighten around him as Jungkook swirls the tip of his finger in lazy circles just inside of your opening, teasing you, testing your soreness. Cum drips around his digit, its slick sound reaches your ear, making your cheeks flush with warmth.

It causes new sensations that immediately elicit a reaction from your now overly sensitive body, as your muscles pulse and spasm around him, and your hips start rocking, needing him deeper. Then he pushes, and his finger slips with effortless ease.

His gentle touch makes you squirm. You welcome it when a sigh as he starts moving his finger in and out of you, adding more force with each thrust. Yet it doesn’t feel enough. After all the rough fucking, and the way the other men handled your body, you need him to bury his finger deeper and to touch you harder.

The ghost of your denied orgasm is still there, still palpable, though it no longer feels like your body is going to erupt at the slightest touch. And Jungkook’s finger is rousing it back to life—very, very slowly.

When he pulls your legs up, your body tenses. Your muscles are aching. You feel soreness in various places, with barely a feeling in your trembling legs, and you’re not sure if you can take rough handling of your body anymore.

But then he drops forward, resting his weight fully on yours, and pulls your legs up around his waist. It gives you a small sense of relief, only until you feel his warmth pressing on your skin, and his hardness meets your soaked sex.

Your heart thrums rapidly in reaction to his hard, hot cock as it rubs up against your folds. He moves gently, almost as if he is trying to be careful enough not to hurt you, yet still insistently, sliding along your ever-increasing slickness. His slow movements ease the soreness you feel in your core, leaving only intense ripples of pleasure each time his hips come full circle.

The soft moans you make let him see this, and he continues grinding his hard cock against your wet clit with the perfect amount of pressure to make you feel it even more. Your core throbs on the inside, and the need to be filled overcomes you once again.

“Easy now, beautiful,” he says, as he lines up the tip of his cock against your pulsing heat. “Hang on tight with me just a bit longer.”

Jungkook puts his arms beneath your shoulders, crushing your body against his hard chest. Then he moves his hips back. When he pushes forward, his cock slides right into your hot pussy, filling you up with a force that makes you cry out sharply.

The slight pain of his entrance doesn’t go unnoticed, when it knocks the air right out of your chest, and you can feel the force of his thrust so deep in your chest, your walls pulsing and tightening around him like a vice once he goes deep. Yet there’s a pleasurable gratification of being stretched and thoroughly filled that takes away the tension, the ache, and the soreness you felt.

You cling to him desperately, taken over by the urgent need to have him buried inside you, and keep him there. But then Jungkook begins to move, rocking his hips and moving his cock in and out of you, and you soon cling to him to stop yourself from unravelling beneath him.

His thrusts are fast, hard and relentless. Unlike how you normally see Jungkook, his movements seem almost uncontrolled. Rapid and undisciplined, almost as if he has gone crazy with lust.

You whine each time he pulls almost the way out, and you squeeze your muscles, tightening your pussy walls around him as hard as you possibly can, afraid that he might slip out from how slick you are, leaving your desire unattended and hanging on the edge once more. But each time he comes back, he always comes with a force. Jungkook bucks his hips against yours with more force than you’ve anticipated. Enough to send the bed beneath you rocking back and forth violently against the wall, following each movement he makes.

In your blissful fog, you realize that Jungkook is truly taking you, ravishing you, almost like he is trying to possess you, and is using your body as the sole object of his pleasure. The moment you feel ready to fully accept his rough fucking, to embrace being ravished completely by him, you begin to relax in his arms, though only briefly.

Because he continues pounding into you, while you continue moaning and screaming beneath him, letting out sounds that only increase his need and desire for you. You grab his hair and tighten your legs around him, feeling the tingle rushing through your body. Jungkook notices the shudder running through your body, then continues to hit the same spot over and over, until you feel as if something explosive is about to happen from within.

Lost in the pleasure of being roughly taken by the gentle-hearted Jungkook, you let your head fall back into the pillows, your eyes closed shut. When Jungkook suddenly grows tense above you, your eyes fall open, and you see Yoongi moving behind him. You catch his eyes, drawing a smile on his face as he starts stroking himself lazily, his cock springing back to life under your gaze.

You swallow and moan softly at the sight, feeling more turned on by watching him.

Just as you watch his cock twitching, you feel your rear rim tightening, pulsing with the pleasure he made you feel when he was inside you. You wonder if he's planning to take a turn taking you from the front, and it makes you shudder. You don't know if you can handle being taken by him again—don't know if you can take all three of them for endless hours of the night.

Jungkook tilts your chin, turning your attention back to him. He slows down, taking you gently, and that's when you hear the click of the tube snapping open. You sneak a glance at Yoongi as he covers his length with the lube and continues jerking himself, before lowering behind Jungkook.

Then, after giving you a teasing wink, Yoongi grabs Jungkook's hips and thrusts into him. You let out a gasp as you watch in a daze while the two lovers connect. Your gaze flutters to Jungkook's eyes, seeing him closing those eyes of his in pleasure as Yoongi buries himself deeply inside him from behind. You hear the sound of your moan mixing with Jungkook's low groan as he stills his movements inside you, his grip on your hips tightening as he braces himself to take Yoongi deeper.

You cannot take your eyes away from them, completely turned on with what's happening, as Yoongi grinds himself against Jungkook's bottom, pumping himself slowly into him.

With a sharp gasp, your attention is drawn to your own heat, where you can feel Yoongi's steady movements vibrating through Jungkook's shaft, going straight into your core. You let out a moan, throwing your head back as you feel Yoongi drilling into Jungkook, sending secondary thrusts through you with each rock of his hips.

When Jungkook begins moving again, rocking in rhythm to Yoongi's steady thrusts, you nearly lose it. Somehow, it feels like you are being fucked by two guys at the same time, as their energies collide so that you can feel Yoongi pounding into you through Jungkook's hard thrusts.

You feel fuller than ever before, a sensation which sends your mind swirling. Then, once you are getting used to their movements, with your body welcoming the pleasure they ignite inside you, they begin increasing their speed, moving in tandem, sending shudders of blissful pleasure through your shaking frame.

As the pleasure rises, it's getting hard for you to keep your eyes open. You are completely wracked with pleasure, yet you force yourself to continue watching them as they also begin embracing the pleasure rocking through them.

Your entire core spasms with pleasure, your clit tingles against Jungkook's pelvis as he continues rocking against your heat, and you squirm beneath their weight to try and milk your orgasm. Noticing this, Jungkook lets out a growl, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still.

"You only get to cum when we do, beautiful," he groans, followed by the most arousing sigh falling out of his lips as Yoongi thrusts deeply into him, with a pair of hands gripping firmly on Jungkook's hips. "Ah, fuck," Jungkook curses, his voice sounding desperate as he, too, starts pleading for his own release.

Watching them move together, both with a shared look of pleasure written on their faces, while they continue drilling into you, feels like torture. With each deep thrust Yoongi is giving to his lover, he keeps sending Jungkook deeper inside you. Each thrust comes with a force that rocks your entire body, the pleasure building up until you find it hard to breathe. It feels maddening, when you can feel your impending orgasm hanging so closely, so overwhelming that you can feel it slowly swallowing you alive, only to be denied.

This time, not only from their words, but also because your body has been programmed to react only to their command.

"Please," you hear yourself beg, which only seems to trigger something else from Jungkook as he opens his eyes, pausing his thrusts briefly to slap your clit. Your body jolts from the contact, then the pain shifts into an intense pleasure when Jungkook continues pounding into you again.

It feels so good, yet so unbearable. You are so damn horny. So damn close. You cannot even see straight anymore.

“I’m coming!” You hear Jungkook moaning, then feel his body shuddering wildly against you as he takes the rough pounding coming from behind. His own thrusts become rapid and unsteady. He is slowly losing control as the waves of his climax are coming through him.

“Fuck…!” Yoongi cries out. “I’m also close.”

Jungkook’s back straightens, his rocking becomes more unsteady and rough, and it feels like he keeps pushing himself deeper with each thrust. The sound of his sharp gasp becomes your warning before he explodes inside you; his guttural moans of pleasure echo around you as he fills you up with his warmth.

Then Yoongi soon follows when his climax comes with a shout. With one last deep thrust, he releases inside Jungkook, which sends the latter to another smaller orgasm, his cock throbbing inside you, pressing against your walls.

“Please, let me cum. Please, I can’t take it anymore!” Your begging melts into incoherent cries, which you can no longer recognize as your own voice.

The wave of your climax is coming to you rapidly. You know that you should push it back, but you feel powerless. You know that there’s no stopping it this time when it comes.

Thankfully, as if Taehyung hears your plea, you feel him crawling closer. He trails kisses down the side of your neck and nibbles on your ear. Scraping his teeth against your earlobe, he slips his fingers between you and Jungkook to capture your hardened nipples. He pinches your nipples, hard, while demanding, “Now come for me, kitten.”

At the same time, Jungkook pushes against the haze of his orgasm and reaches down, pinching your clit to set you off.

Your orgasm rolls through you not as a wave, but an explosion. You feel an eruption on the inside, and you cry and cry until your voice grows hoarse. It feels powerful, yet also with relief. Your screaming fills the bedroom, yet you can only focus on the pleasure that is taking over you, the way it rocks your body and tilts your world upside down at the same time.

Wave after wave of electric currents surge through your veins, across your skin, flowing through your entire body. You feel it going to your head, when you feel like you are floating away. The white-hot intensity of your orgasm takes over all of your senses, almost blinding you, and each time you are about to come down from it, Jungkook’s slow, insistent rocking only makes it last longer, as if it will never stop.

And when you start feeling the current running through your body slowly coming steady, your entire body relaxes, before everything disappears.

You wake up feeling warm all over.

Inside, outside, even the air you breathe feels warm.

You feel drowsy. Your body feels heavy, as if it’s no longer your own. When you try to move, your limbs are languid and stiff. There is soreness spreading everywhere, and you notice the presence of a dull ache between your legs. You try to shift on the bed, only to find restrictions.

There’s a heavy weight on your waist; an arm resting there, keeping you in place. Both your sides are blocked with hard chests, though you are pressed only on one side, while the other is lying next to you with barely a touch.

Sighing, you try to move your legs. They feel numb, but as you try to stretch them, your attention is drawn somewhere else. Your skin was stinging with pain the last you remember, after all the spanking you received, and you are supposed to feel it as your skin rubs against the sheets.

Instead, your skin feels numb and delightfully cooled, the sting of pain almost faint. As if someone had lathered some kind of ointment or cream across your tender skin. And instead of feeling all sticky with sweat and cum dripping from your center, you feel your skin cool and smooth, almost as if you had been cleaned with a warm cloth.

I must’ve blacked out, you realize, finding your memory a bit fuzzy.

The last thing you remember is feeling an intense orgasm, with Jungkook lodged inside you and Yoongi pressing his weight from behind his lover to push him deep inside you, and Taehyung’s touch toppling you over the edge. You faintly remember when Taehyung reached in and gathered you in his arms when everything was over.

And they must’ve cleaned all the mess and taken care of me while I was completely out of it, you wonder with a sigh, feeling warm inside.

“You’re awake,” you hear Jungkook hum from beside you, snapping you to wake up completely.

Your eyelids are heavy, but you force them open to look at him through the haze, only to give up and let them close again.

“I can’t move,” you whine and sigh as you shift to lie on your side, with Taehyung’s heat pressing against your back, slowly dragging you back to sleep. “I don’t think I want to.” 

“Then sleep, baby,” Jungkook murmurs as he bends closer, trailing lazy kisses across your collarbone. 

“But I’m hungry…” You continue to whine. “You guys have completely drained me. I need sustenance to survive.” 

“Yoongi made dinner earlier,” Taehyung whispers while he moves his fingers in circles across your belly. His warm breath falling on your skin feels distracting, yet you manage to whisper anyway,

“Hmmm…bet it’s gone cold.” 

“I can always heat it up, princess,” Yoongi chimes in, and you let your eyes flutter open to see him looking all drowsy, just as sleepy as you are. You can barely see his full face as he lies behind Jungkook with his arms around his boyfriend. 

Always the small spoon when they are together, you wonder with a small smile. 

“I don’t want to leave the bed. It’s too comfortable.” You let out a sigh and briefly close your eyes. You really are sleepy, but your stomach has been rumbling for the past few minutes. 

Jungkook pulls back, his eyes are heated even when he is just as tired as you are. “What if we heat up dinner and bring it here for you? We can feed you while you rest.” 

Yoongi pushes himself up on his elbows. “Good idea. You won’t even have to lay a finger.” 

“Or one of us can carry you out to the dining table while the rest prepare dinner,” Taehyung murmurs. “Your choice, baby,” he continues to offer with his lips dragging on your skin, “as long as we get to have you for dessert.” 

You let out a groan. “You are insatiable. All of you.” 

“Guilty as charged,” Yoongi chuckles, while Jungkook tilts your chin up and sweetly whispers, 

“But you know you’ll feel good when you’re with us.” 

Taehyung tightens his arm around your waist, pulling your attention back to him as he asks, “So? What do you say, kitten?” 

You turn to lie on your back and look between the three of them. The looks of anticipation written on their faces are adorable; it makes you want to tease them so badly.

But something else crosses your mind, making you smile. “I want to stay in bed. It might be messy, but it’s better than having to move around too much,” you suggest, drawing a smile to everyone’s faces. Seems like they all share the same idea with you.

But they obviously won’t be prepared to hear what you have planned.

“Besides,” you add, as you reach back to cup Taehyung’s face with your palm. “I believe I was promised a chance to give someone a punishment for causing my plans to fail today.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, while the two other occupants filling the bed share a chuckle.

“Well, better to leave you guys to it, then. Let’s go, babe,” Yoongi teases, pulling Jungkook with him as he leaves the bed.

“Well?” You turn to Taehyung once both boys are out of the room, smiling. “You’re not going to back down from your promise, are you?”

Chuckling deeply, he shifts to lie on his back and puts his wrists together to offer them to you. “I’m all yours, kitten. Punish me all you want. I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, after all.”

Not long after, when Yoongi and Jungkook return with the late dinner meal—all reheated and served on a wooden tray—they find Taehyung’s hands tied up against the headboard, his chest rising and falling rapidly with breathless groans slipping out of his lips, while you are bent over him, taking his cock deep in and out of your mouth while he squirms helplessly against the bind.

“Remember,” you murmur as you pull back to catch a breath, using your palm to stroke his length, “You can’t cum until I tell you to.”

Taehyung lets out a grunt and nods. Holding back a playful grin, he answers with a strained voice, “Yes, mistress.”

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