His hips rolled in a way that sent you crazy. You felt him crawl closer to your G-spot. “Jungkook-ah...” you breathed. His arm gripped around your leg that was hurled over his shoulder, gaze totally fixated on yours. Every thrust began to hit your G-spot and the pleasure made your head swirl. “Right there...” you moaned, begging for him to keep going. His free arm stretched out to you, his thumb swiping over your lips before slipping it into your mouth. Your back arched as you began to chase your second orgasm of the night. You opened your eyes lazily and began to suck his thumb, swirling your tongue across the soft skin. He hummed in approval and thrusted slowly, much deeper than before. He removed his thumb from your mouth and began to circle your nipple. The feeling overwhelmed you and completely untied the knot in your stomach, body twitching, eyes rolling. “Jungkook-ah.... I’m cumming!” you screamed, the over stimulation intensifying your orgasm.

Taehyung clambered in the front door, slamming it shut behind him. The cold walk to the shops in the rain hadn’t put him in the best mood. He kicked off his vans and pushed the hood off his head, ruffling a hand through his hair. Walking over to the kitchen, he slung the bags onto the counter and took off his hoodie leaving him in just grey sweatpants. Hanging his hoodie onto the radiator to dry, he decided to head upstairs to carry on the lazy Sunday he had planned. That was until he heard your screams. “Jungkook-ah, I’m...” He stepped towards the door, his hand grabbing a hold of his member through the material of his sweatpants begging for it not to grow any harder than it just had. The thought of you sprawled out on the bed, the way he knew Jungkook’s hips would be rolling into you caused his wishes to be totally forgotten, his crotch area now wet with precum. “Fuck.” he growled. His hormones got the better of him and he swiftly turned the door knob, walking into the bedroom.

Your head snapped to the side, seeing Taehyung walk in. Your body was still twitching, coming down from your high and Jungkook’s white liquid had just spilled onto your stomach. You looked back to Jungkook who was now smirking. “Taehyung... how nice of you to join us.” He finally spoke, swiping off the sweat from his forehead. You watched his eyes drift down to Taehyung’s crotch. “I see you’re already excited.” Jungkook’s words rolled effortlessly off his tongue and you couldn’t help but moan lightly at his authoritativeness. You let your head fall to the side, taking in the view. All of it. You eyed up Taehyung’s member that was bulging through his sweatpants and you breathed deep. You never expected him to be that big. Jungkook climbed off the bed, his hand running along his member as he stepped closer to Taehyung. You winced as you saw that Taehyung towered a little taller than Jungkook. “Can I help you?” Jungkook spat. Taehyung’s eyes flickered a shade darker, his head tilting due to the disbelief of Jungkook’s “authority” - “If you can’t beat them, join them.” Taehyung purred, eyeing up the body before him. The smirk on his face cleared any dominance Jungkook had left. You couldn’t help but feel yourself getting hotter and hotter as you watched Taehyung’s hand grip onto Jungkook’s length. His body tensed up as Taehyung’s hand began to pump his length. You squeezed your legs shut as Taehyung’s gaze fell upon yours. “Off the bed Princess, we need to show your boyfriend here a lesson.” You winced at his words - the fact someone other than your boyfriend called you Princess turned you on more than you thought and you felt yourself falling more and more under Taehyung’s spell as you pushed yourself up, climbing off the bed. Immediately, Jungkook’s back was thrown against the bed with a groan. “Do me a favor and get those pretty silk wraps from the drawer, please?” Taehyung nodded over, his member springing free from his sweatpants that were now on the floor.

Opening the drawer, you grabbed the silk purple restraints and timidly walked over to Taehyung. “No need to look so scared Princess, I won’t hurt you.” He smiled gently but it didn’t convince you. “I’d appreciate if you’d lay off the pet names, she’s my girlfriend after all.” Jungkook hissed. Taehyung simply huffed out a laugh as he took the restraints from you and climbed onto the bed, hovering over Jungkook. Heat crawled up your cheeks, begging for Jungkook not to fuck around for much longer. “Arms up, sugarplum.” Taehyung smirked, grabbing onto Jungkook’s wrist tying it to the bed post. He did the same with his other wrist and leaned back taking in the view. “Wow, you look so much more handsome like this than you did in my head.” He scoffed, tongue swiping across his lips chasing his words. Jungkook rolled his eyes and looked over to you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Baby-” he began, voice low. Taehyung looked over his shoulder at you, “Come over here.” He growled, cutting Jungkook’s words. You bit your lip and walked over, not wanting to rile Taehyung up anymore than he already seemed to be. You felt intimidated by him so obeyed his every word. He leaned down to your ear: “I want you to ride his face until you’re dripping in cum.” He pushed himself up, smirking at you as he stood himself at the end of the bed, grabbing Jungkook’s hips, lowering them to meet his. “Go on.” He nodded. You were so insanely turned on, his words almost drove you over the edge. 

Leaning down, you cupped Jungkook’s face, peppering a kiss on his lips before climbing onto the bed, your knees either side of his head. “Just do it.” You mouthed, making sure Taehyung didn’t hear you. You could see Jungkook wasn’t wanting to conform to anything. “Please, baby.” You could almost feel Taehyung’s stare burning into your back. Jungkook closed his eyes. You set yourself down onto him and winced as his tongue pushed up into you. The gasp that left your mouth caused Taehyung to hum in approval. Taehyung tapped Jungkook’s legs causing them to fall open, arms tugging on the restraints. His tongue curled into you a little stronger this time and he hummed against you, the vibrations causing your body to twitch. “Fuck.” You breathed, hands falling onto the headboard to steady you. You didn’t expect the second hum to come to fast however, this time it was a moan. 

Taehyung’s hand made swift work of pumping Jungkook’s length. If one thing were to drive him insane it would be Jungkook’s thighs. A deep groan escaped his lips as he watched the younger’s muscles twitch with each stroke of his hand. Jungkook moaned into you again and kitten licked your clit lazily. You could feel your orgasm beginning to approach. Wanting nothing more than to cum, you swirled your hips back and forth riding the wet, warm muscle that slicked every inch of your core. The warmth that radiated from Taehyung’s palm onto Jungkook’s length intensified the feeling causing Jungkook’s hips to buck up desperately. “So cute.” Taehyung cooed finding Jungkook’s newfound submissiveness adorable. Jungkook hummed against you once more with a slick swipe of his tongue and that was it. “I’m cumming...” you breathed, head falling backwards. “Good girl.” Taehyung’s deep voice scraped like fire along your back making the sensation far more intensified. White spots blurred your vision as you swung your leg over, climbing off Jungkook. Stumbling to get to your feet, your body twitched as you came down from your high. Jungkook gasped inhaling a mass of air once you were off him but it was soon swallowed by a moan as Taehyung pumped his length a lot faster this time. You hadn’t yet seen this view and it turned you on immensely. Squeezing your legs shut you sat down on the bed next to Jungkook and swiped away the hair that stuck to his forehead. You looked down to his face; contorted with pleasure, he looked so beautiful like this. You cupped his face and leaned down, lips crashing together. 

His hips bucked once more - “Not yet pretty boy.” Taehyung purred, breaking you from the trance you were in. Pulling away from the kiss, Jungkook moaned loudly, his head swirling as he pulled on the restraints. You looked down at Taehyung who was still swiftly pumping Jungkook’s length and smirked as you watched Jungkook’s thighs squeeze together. Taehyung, on the other hand, could have came undone at that very moment. The feeling of Jungkook’s thighs around his arm was unreal to him. “I might have to fuck you myself if you don’t stop playing around, Jungkookie.” Jungkook simply groaned in response, his legs falling open once more. Your eyebrows shot up at Taehyung’s words. The thought of him fucking your boyfriend in front of you cause a feeling of adrenaline to hit you. “I think you’ve teased him enough, let me take care of him.” You spoke up, walking over towards Taehyung. He halted his movements and stood up, his expression blank. The way he towered over you was so much more intimidating than you anticipated. Jungkook’s head shot up as he watched the scene before him, a huge smirk plastered on his face. “Okay, Princess, seeing as you have so much to say, you take care of him.” He smiled sarcastically, stepping to the side. Jungkook’s face dropped at Taehyung’s words. You bit down on your lip knowing that if you didn’t you probably would have screamed in Taehyung’s face by now.

Climbing onto the bed, you hovered over Jungkook’s length, positioning him at your entrance before sliding down onto him with ease. “Mhmm.” You looked down at Jungkook who was now smirking again. His biceps contracted as he pulled on the restraints once more. He pushed hips hips up causing another moan to pass your lips and you began grinding. He filled you up perfectly, the tip of him almost already scratching at your G-spot. Soon enough, the sound of skin slapping filled the room as you had both reached a rhythm together. You looked over your shoulder at Taehyung only to see him stroking himself, a look of desperation on his face. You turned back to face Jungkook whose mouth was dropped open. The way he looked at your body drove you insane. One of your hands came up to cup your breast, squeezing. Jungkook groaned: “Fuck.” You looked at him through half-open eyes, smirking at how easily you can fuck with him.

“Y/N...” you heard from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, Taehyung looked at you, his eyebrows knitted together. His eyes drifted to his cock before meeting yours again. He shoved his tongue into his cheek causing it to bulge out. He stopped his movements and began walking over, tongue now swiping his bottom lip. Is he asking for what you think he’s asking for? Your head turned back around, following his movements. He climbed onto the bed, swinging his leg over Jungkook’s torso. You felt Jungkook’s movements halt. “Let’s see what that pretty little mouth can do, hey?” Jungkook’s hips bucked back up into you causing you to moan loudly. He clearly liked the sound of that idea as he was pushing up into you once more. Taehyung’s tongue snaked out once again as he looked down at you, head tilted, a smirk on his lips. He held the base of his cock and positioned himself so his hips aligned to your lips. Jungkook pushed into you again causing your mouth to drop open. With that, you moved your head forwards, kitten licking the tip. Taehyung instantly inhaled sharply. Swirling your tongue around him, you brought up a hand to begin pumping his length as you placed your lips around him, bobbing your head. You could feel Jungkook’s thrusts getting sloppy so you began to grind your hips down onto him causing you to moan against Taehyung’s cock. “Fuck.” Taehyung groaned as his hands collected your hair, holding it back from your face. You dropped your hand from his base and cupped your breast. His hips began to roll slowly and you swirled your tongue, hollowing your cheeks as you took all of him. You couldn’t help but gag as he hit the back of your throat. “That’s it babygirl, let me fuck your throat.” You winced as Jungkook thrusted up again and you could have swore you heard him growl. The feeling of Jungkook fucking your core and Taehyung fucking your mouth sent your head into a spin. Heat grew in your stomach as you felt your orgasm approaching and you moaned once more against Taehyung. “Shit...” he breathed, his hips bucking. You gagged again, hands springing up to his thighs trying to slow down his movements. 

Jungkook pushed up again but this time kept a steady rhythm despite how close he was. Your hands moved to grip his thighs as you squeezed letting him know to keep going. You moaned again causing Taehyung’s head to drop back. You felt yourself becoming undone, every muscle in your body tensing as your orgasm hit you full force. Your walls clenched around Jungkook and you let go of his thighs letting him know to stop. His movements came to a halt and you pulled your head back. “Holy... sh-shit.” You breathed, gasping for air. Taehyung groaned at your sudden stop and you pushed yourself up off Jungkook. Sitting yourself on his thighs, you began pumping his length as you took Taehyung back into your mouth causing him to hum a satisfied moan. You hollowed your cheeks and took him all straight away which clearly took him by surprise as his hand tangled into your hair, slowing your movements. You swiftly pumped Jungkook’s length using your own juices as a slick lube. His moans were crystal clear, his breathing heavy, and before you knew it, he had come undone in your hand. If you hadn’t got Taehyung’s cock in your mouth you would have smirked at how easily you had just made your boyfriend cum, but you did so you swirled your tongue around him once more before pushing yourself back down into a fast rhythm. His hips bucking and his lazy moans told you he was close. Wanting to get this over and done with, you moaned against him knowing that would be it. And it was. His liquid spewed into your mouth which you gladly swallowed, pulling yourself away from him. “Jesus Christ.” He pushed his hair away from his forehead which was now glistening with sweat. He climbed off Jungkook and the bed, stumbling to the side. Jungkook winced as the bed dipped causing his wrists to pull on the restraints. “Can you fucking untie me now.” He spat, his cheeks flushed red. Taehyung smirked as he let out an “oh yeah”, walking over to untie Jungkook from the headboard.

He swiftly stepped into his sweats pulling them up. Letting out a sigh, he laughed to himself as he opened the door. “As you were.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he walked out, the door shutting behind him. You immediately turned to Jungkook, your eyebrows raised. “What the fuck, Jungkook?!” He pushed himself up so he was leaning against the headboard. “If I knew I would tell you, honestly.” He shook his head, the same expression on his face as you.

Jimin lay between your legs, his tongue curling into your core. You inhaled through your teeth at the sensation and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Taehyung stood to the side, his fist pumping swiftly up and down his member. “Who’s making you feel this good?” Your gaze diverted to Taehyung who was smirking at you falling apart “Jimin-ah” you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut. Taehyung’s cock twitched in his hand at your words. “Say it again.” You smirked lazily; “Jimin-ah, please.. keep going…” A low moan left Taehyung’s throat. Jimin kitten licked your clit before pushing his tongue into your core, licking every part of you.

Jimin lips left your core as he stood up. “She’s ready.” He wiped a hand across his lips before running it through his hair, tugging at the ends. Taehyung swallowed thickly as they swapped places. Jimin came and sat behind you resting against the headboard spreading his legs open allowing you to shuffle backwards so your back leant against his chest. “You have no idea how bad I want fuck you right now”. He leaned down, whispering in your ear. A shiver was sent down your spine and you felt the head of Taehyung’s cock brush against your entrance, intensifying the sensation. Your attention diverted to him and his gaze caught yours, his tongue swiping along his lower lip which was red and swollen from the amount he had been biting it to suppress his moans. His eyes averted to his length which was now pushing into you slowly. Your eyes closed and your head fell onto Jimin’s shoulder, mouth dropping open. Jimin let huff out through his nose, laughing as you melted into him. Taehyung wasted no time and began pounding into you, both hands gripping your waist. His eyebrows knitted together, hips rolling relentlessly, crawling closer and closer to your G-spot. Empty screams left your throat. The friction from your body being pushed up and down caused a low groan pass through Jimin’s lips before you felt them crash against your neck, sucking at your sweet spot. You looked at Taehyung through half-open eyes, his gaze was fixated on himself fucking you. “Fuck! T-Taehyung…” the words burst out with no warning as he finally hit your G-spot. His eyes flickered a shade darker and he gestured to Jimin telling him to move. Jimin’s lips parted from your neck and Taehyung’s hand snaked around your throat, thumb searching for your pulse. You felt Jimin’s cock twitch against your back. The way Taehyung’s toned arm stretched out, the way his fingers curled perfectly around your neck as if it were a jigsaw piece, the way his lips curled into a devilish smile, the way he pressed your pulse, cutting your air supply, the sound of skin slapping. It all sent Jimin into a whirlwind of pleasure. You could finally let out a moan as Taehyung took the pressure off your neck “Taehyung-ah… I’m- I’m close”.  You whimpered. Jimin moaned, the whole situation almost sending him over the edge. “Hurry the fuck up.” He mumbled, face scrunched up as his cock began to swell, precum slicking your back. Taehyung smirked and dropped his hand back to your waist, rolling his hips. His thrusts began to get sloppy and you winced as he hit your G-spot one last time before the knot in your stomach untied, leaving you to cum all over his length.  You felt your eyes widening as you pushed yourself up, gasping for air. Taehyung inhaled sharply through his teeth, pulling out. He began pumping, sweat adorning his brow and before you both knew it, his thick white cum was spurting onto your stomach.

Jimin practically pushed you away and stood up. Taehyung shuffled off the bed, a smirk plastered on his face. “Someone’s eager”. Jimin scoffed at his words, rolling his eyes as he positioned himself to where he was knelt between your legs. You had only just come down from your previous high so you shut your eyes tight, not knowing if you were ready to go again. Jimin sighed deeply as he entered you, his hands falling either side of your head holding himself up. Your face relaxed into the feeling. A gasp escaped your lips as his length crawled along your walls. Taehyung ran a hand through his hair as he walked over to the chair across the room. His head was tilted as he sunk into the seat, knees falling apart, exposing his fully erect member. He looked so beautiful. Jimin rolled his hips slowly being sure not to go too hard. You lifted your arms and wrapped them around his shoulders. He pushed his head down, lips crashing onto yours. His length was already dangerously close to your G-spot. He thrusted slowly; This was something you loved about Jimin. He is always so slow, caring and deep. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned into the kiss, his slow thrusts driving you insane. You pushed your head up, deepening the kiss.

Your head soon fell back, pushing into the pillows as you felt his fingers creep along your waist, finding your clit. Your eyes closed, a moan leaving your body. His fingers circled, hips thrusting after each full circle. “Jimin-ah…” you breathed.  Taehyung groaned at your words. “Fuck, Jimin…” you moaned again, louder this time. He applied pressure on your clit just enough to send your stomach into a knot. Jimin’s head fell into the crook of your neck and you heard him whimper signalling he was close. He brought his hand up to support himself. His thrusts gained some speed. “Fuck me…” you breathed. Taehyung sunk into the chair, his head resting on the leather, staring at you. Jimin squirmed, the sound of his whimpers and the feeling of his thrusts almost sending you over the edge… until: “Come for me.” Taehyung sounded assertive and his tongue swiped along his bottom lip. You came undone, juices flowing for the second time tonight. White spots blurred your vision, your orgasm taking over, back arching. Jimin pulled out, collapsed next to you, pumping his member, still whimpering. Taehyung pushed himself up and stood at the end of the bed, his eyes glued on Jimin’s member which was now spewing his white liquid. You squeezed you legs shut, the sight of it almost sending you over the edge yet again.

“You did well.” Taehyung smirked. “I know.” Jimin breathed.

Your fingers curled into his blonde locks as you straddled his lap. He held the base of his length allowing you to slide down on him easily. You winced at the sensation, tipping your head back and he breathed deeply, biting his lip. You adjusted to his length and began to roll your hips. His hands squeezed your waist, aching for you to go fast. You could tell he was growing impatient as his hips bucked up, changing the pace. “Fuck…” you breathed, your eyes closing. “This way.” He purred. You opened your eyes to look at him, confused. “Keep your eyes on me.” His fingers curled around the tip of your chin as his gaze burned into yours. He let his hand drop back onto your waist, pushing your hips into a rhythm to match his. Your eyebrows knitted together as you felt him fill you up perfectly, hitting every spot every time. You pulled his hair slightly and he groaned, shaking his head slightly. You bit your lips and pushed your hips down, arching your back. “Shit!” You felt the tip of his cock barely scratch your G-spot. His lips curled into a smirk. “Something wrong baby?” He pushed his hips up, one of his hands snaking down your waist to the bottom of your stomach, working at your clit with his thumb. “Mmm.” You shook your head vigorously never once breaking eye contact. “I can’t hear you.” He leaned forwards, his eyebrow cocking up. He purposely tensed his cock, causing it to push against your G-spot in a way he knew would get a reaction from you. “Fuck me!” Your head dropped back, eyes closing. You heard him chuckle, a menacing toned laced in with the sound.

He inhaled through his teeth, grabbing your waist. He pulled himself out of you and flipped you over so he was now hovering over you. He pounded into you, grabbing your legs and hooking them around his waist. “My eyes are here.” He growled, his hand gripping your neck giving you no where else to look at but him. His hips rolled into you and you winced as his thumb pressed down on your neck, cutting your air supply. White spots blurred your vision, your eyes begging to close. He released the pressure and you gasped for air for it only to be swallowed by an empty scream. “Mmhm.” He hummed in approval, his eyes darkening as you could feel his thrusts getting sloppy. “Taehyung-ah…” you breathed, your high approaching with every. Single. Thrust. Your walls clenched around him causing his smirk to drop. His eyebrows furrowed. You grabbed onto his arm, his hand still wrapped around your neck. “Taehyung-ah… please.” You could feel your eyes begging to close. “Look how good I fuck you.” He praised himself, his mouth dropping open, breathing deep. And that was it. His words sent you over the edge. Your walls clenched, every muscle in your body contracting, a scream leaving your body until the only sound left in the room was skin slapping and panting. Your eyes rolled back causing him to smirk, his grip on your neck tightening.

He would fuck his lover, making sure to never break eye contact until her eyes rolled back and his ego grew through the roof.

You immediatley relaxed, dropping the blankets back to their original place. He opened the bedroom door gently, presuming you were still asleep. He tip-toed over to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. You heard the shower turn on, water pelting the floor tiles. A smile overtook your face as you heard his terrible singing.

He stepped out, a towel draped around his waist. The bathroom light lit up your face and he saw you were awake. “Oh, hey baby, I’m so sorry, did I wake you up?” He ruffled the hair at the back of his head, scrunching up his nose. “No, don’t worry.” You breathed, feeling yourself getting hot just from looking at him. “Okay, good.” He smiled, wandering over to the drawers to grab a towel for his hair. You watched his back muscles flex as he lifted his arms up, rubbing vigorously at his hair. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together. You had no underwear on so you could almost feel the heat pooling at your core. Namjoon looked at your reflection in the mirror and smirked, turning around swiftly. “Someone’s a bit worked up.” He wiggled his eyebrows, gesturing towards your thighs. “Um, well,” your gaze averted from his torso to his eyes, “can you blame me.” You scoffed, shuffling to lie back down, a huge smirk on your face. He chuckled, throwing the towel onto the sideboard. He took a step over towards you and you could see the outline of his length through the towel making you even hotter. “You know, I could do with some kinda stress relief after dance practice.” He leaned down and you tried desperately to change the subject. “Oh yeah, how was dance practice?” He huffed through his nose, smirking as he crawled onto the bed. “Yeah, it was good, but like I say, real stressful.” He brought his hand up to his neck and pretended he was in pain. “Aish..” he winced. You rolled your eyes as you cupped his face, bringing him in for a longing kiss. “Better?” You smiled at him as he shook his head like a little kid. He moved so he was sat next to you. You pushed yourself up, moving so you could sit in front of him. You crossed your legs and stared at him, chin resting in your hands.

“How can I help then, baby?” You asked perfectly innocent, thinking nothing of it. “I mean,” he looked down at himself and arched an eyebrow before returning his gaze to yours, “you could maybe let me, um,” he turned his head and mumbled, “how do I say this?” You squinted, trying to work out what he was going to say. “You could maybe let me go down on you?” You widened your eyes at his words, a deep red blush crawling along your cheeks and neck. If you weren’t hot already, you were boiling by now. “Uh...” you cleared your throat. Namjoon didn’t know that no one had done this to you before. “I’m ready to take us a step further, are you?” He grabbed your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. You didn’t know what to do. You looked down at your hands, his fingers playing with yours. Of course you wanted to take it a step further but, no one had touched you like that, ever. You love him, you love Namjoon with everything you have, and you couldn’t deny how much you wanted him. You kept your head down and mumbled. “I’ve never.. had someone do that before..”  His breathing hitched and he immediately unattached his hand from yours and curled his fingers round the tip of your chin. “Baby...” You could see the sorrow in his eyes but you swallowed thickly and spoke up, your voice cracking, “no, it’s okay, I want to.” You breathed, curling your lips into your mouth. A small smile creeped on his face and he pulled you towards him, interlocking his lips with yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you in to straddle him. His hands wandered down to your waist, arms wrapping around you. You smiled into the kiss as you pushed your hips down, showing him you were certain as you could tell he was still being careful. His tongue slipped into your mouth as his hands slowly trailed down to your ass, cupping, guiding you into a rhythm to where you were now dry humping him. You pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air. This feeling wasn’t new to you, but what ever else followed was a totally new experience - this is the furthest you had ever gone with someone. You leaned down to place open-mouthed kisses all over his neck. His head tilted giving you more access as his hands curled under your nightie. “Hm.” He hummed and you could almost hear the smirk on your face due to finding you had nothing on underneath. You pulled back and closed your eyes as his hands crept up to your breasts, cupping them gently. “You okay, baby?” His tongue swiped across his lips as he bathed in the feeling of your breasts. You nodded, feeling your core getting wetter. “I’m ready.” You breathed, opening your eyes. His lips curled into a smile. “You don’t have to tell me princess, I can already tell.” He winked as he pulled his hands from under your nightie. You blushed at words, climbing off his lap. You couldn’t help but notice his length, now fully erect, rubbing against his towel.

You lay down, squeezing your thighs shut as he hovered above you, his hand running up and down your waist. “Don’t worry...” he brought his head down, his lips brushing against your neck, “I’ll take care of you.” And with that, he placed open-mouthed kisses and you melted into his touch. Your breathing hitched when you felt his hand squeeze your thigh. He lifted his head and looked you in the eyes, “Baby... please.” You sighed, kicking yourself internally. “I’m sorry.” “Hey, hey don’t be sorry!” He brought his hand up to caress your cheek. “Please don’t worry princess, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” He looked serious but his lips were curled into a small smile to ease your nerves. “Okay...” you breathed. He pushed himself up and set himself down the end of the bed.

His hands moved, squeezing your thighs, encouraging you to open up. You blushed, the thought of having him see you like this, so up close, was almost daunting. You closed your eyes and let your gut take charge. You spread your legs open for him and he exhaled deeply. You opened your eyes and saw him shake his head in disbelief, licking his lips hungrily. He peppered soft kisses along your thighs which made your core contract, stomach knotting with excitement and nerves. He licked your folds gently and looked up to see your reaction. You inhaled sharply through your teeth, eyebrows knitting together. After aching for his touch for so long it almost pained you to finally get your wish. He licked again, with more pressure this time and allowed his hands to fall onto your thighs, keeping your legs open. “So beautiful.” He breathed. You blushed, taking your lip in with your teeth. He swirled his tongue on your clit before sucking sending insane amounts of pleasure your way. You moaned, something he had never heard before. His breathing hitched as he felt his cock twitch at the sound. You curled your lips into your mouth, wishing to ignore the sound you just made but it only happened again as he swirled his tongue once more. He curled inside of you, lapping up your juices before sliding a finger in. “Namjoon...” you breathed. He pulled his head up, lust written all over his face. “Fuck, I never knew how much I needed to hear you say my name like that.” His cock twitched once more, begging for friction. He pushed his hips into the end of the bed causing the towel to rub against him. He instantly placed his head back between your legs and moaned into your core. The vibrations sent your head swirling and you couldn’t stop your hands from falling into his damp hair. “Jesus...” you whimpered. This feeling was so, so good. He pushed another finger inside of you and began pumping, his lips all over your clit, sucking just enough to send you into a trance. You felt your orgasm growing. “Fuck, Namjoon...” you spluttered in disbelief. This was far more pleasure than you could ever give yourself. You pushed his head slightly and he moaned once more, his fingers curling to your G-spot. “Oh fuck, yes... right there...” You arched your back bringing your hands up, tangling them into your hair. “Keep going...” the words barely came out being swallowed by an empty scream. His fingers curled, staying firmly inside of you as his tongue swirled endless circles around your clit. Electricity crawled up your stomach, all the way to your arms sending you weak as the knot came undone, juices flowing onto his fingers. He brought his head up and looked at you falling apart at his touch. He couldn’t help but hear your praises. “Who made you feel this good?” You saw white spots as you came down from your high, shivering a little. “You did...” your breathing hitched as he slid out of you. He stood up and dropped his towel. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices clean off . He walked over to the drawer, grabbing a condom, ripping it open with his teeth. He slid it on before bringing himself down so he was hovering over you again.

He leaned down to place a mark on your collarbone as if he was stamping you ready to show everyone you were his. He slipped his hands up your nightie, pulling it off you, dropping it onto the floor. He caught your gaze as he sat back on his knees, positioning himself at your entrance. You looked at him lazily. He cleared his throat. “This might hurt but I’ll be slow baby, I promise.” You nodded at his words and closed your eyes trying to prepare yourself. Sweat adorned your brow from the sheer intensity of your previous orgasm. You bit your lip as you felt the head of his cock brush against your entrance. He sat up as he held onto the base of his length, pushing himself in slowly. You winced at the sensation. “Ahh..” you breathed, your eyebrows furrowing together. The pain of him stretching you out sent your head swirling and you had to grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself. He brought his torso down so his chest rested against yours, almost like a hug. He pushed himself in a little more and inhaled sharply through his teeth, his head resting on your shoulder. You curled your lips into your mouth and tried to hold back any noises your body made due to the uncomfortable feeling. He pushed himself up and held onto your knees, pushing your legs down towards the bed, giving himself more access. “This might be easier.” Immediately, you felt a little more comfortable as your walls adjusted to his length. He stayed like that for a few moments, watching your facial expressions change to know when you were ready. He could read you like a book. You let your arms fall onto your stomach as you opened your eyes halfway, looking at him sleepily. He rolled his hips gently, knowing you were okay. You winced once more but couldn’t help the moan that escaped through your lips. His hips rolled gently and he took his lip into his mouth, your tightness overwhelming him. He exhaled deeply, looking down at himself, taking in how you took all of him so well. You ached but the pain soon turned into pleasure as he began to roll his hips a little more, pushing down on your leg. You could feel his length crawling closer and closer to your G-spot. Begging for more pleasure, your hand crept down to circle your clit. He smirked, rolling his hips once more. His thrusts were deep and slow. “Fuck.” He breathed as he felt you unknowingly clench around him. He grabbed onto your legs a low moan escaping his throat.

By now, he was hovered over you again, your hands tangled in his hair. He pulled himself almost all the way out before pushing himself slowly into you and you moaned so loud it almost punched the air out of his lungs. His lips attached to yours and you moaned into the kiss once again as you felt his cock twitch inside of you due to your obvious effect on him. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at you. “Holy shit.” Sweat gathered at his brow and you could have sworn you’d never seen him look more attractive. You felt your stomach knot as your eyebrows furrowed together, back arching. “Namjoon...” you whimpered, your eyes fluttering shut, arms falling to the side, grabbing a fistful of sheets. “Namjoon-ah..” his cock twitched inside of you once again as his thrusts became sloppy. Your mouth fell into an ‘O’ shape as your eyes rolled back. He hit your G-spot relentlessly. Empty screams left you as you arched your back only giving you more pleasure. You could feel yourself getting more and more numb as your orgasm spread slowly through your veins. It hit your legs first making them weak before coming up to your stomach and arms. Finally it hit your head. You began to tremble and the moans that left your lips began to make your throat ache. Namjoon’s head fell into the crook of your neck. He was completely drunk off the sound of your moans and he could barely help you ride out your high. His hands were either side of your head and you grabbed a hold of his wrists as you came down from your high. He lifted his head and you could hardly see his face, your vision was too clouded. He moaned deeply as he thrust into you once more, coming undone from his own orgasm. He inhaled sharply through his teeth. “Fuck....” he hissed. 

You lay with your eyes closed as he pulled out of you. He swiftly slid off the condom, tying it up and throwing it into the bin. He flopped down beside you and sighed. “Wow.” He breathed, swiping a hand across his forehead. You squeezed your legs shut, your core aching. You opened your eyes, your eyelids heavy. Namjoon propped himself up on his elbow to look at you. He pulled a blanket over you and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “I’m so sorry if I hurt you.” He looked sorrowful, bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing softly. “No baby, you didn’t hurt me.” You smiled sleepily. “That was amazing.” You breathed. “Good.” He smiled softly. “Thank you...” “For what?” “For trusting me.” He kissed your hand once more and you smiled at his words. “Of course I trust you, Joonie.” 

You pulled your hand from his and turned to face him, bringing the blanket up to your shoulders. He lay down and grabbed the rest of the blanket, throwing it over him. “I love you.” You finally spoke. “I love you too.” He brought you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. 

namjoon:

he would instantly become the softest bean as soon as you wrapped your legs around his waist and would melt into the crook of your neck; this was his home.

seokjin: 

seokjin would be soft like namjoon but would also coo over you and would make some sort of dad joke (which wouldn’t be a dad joke at all) to break his underlying awkwardness whilst he pulled you closer, kissing your temple. “you remind me of a koala”.

yoongi: 

he would be sO lowkey and would snuggle you back, secretly loving the whole experience because only you can make him as soft as you do. he would put on a ‘i’m not phased’ face and continue watching the TV as if nothing was happening.

hoseok: 

hobi would be just as soft as namjoon and would probably do his tiny scream of joy and squeeze you as tight as possible until you could hardly breathe, but its ok because you love him. 

jimin: 

jimin would fall more in love with you probably (if that’s even possible). he would shower you with kisses and hum a lot to show how content he is. he would definitley be a cheesing, small-eyed baby. 

taehyung: 

tae would laugh out loud and most likely squeeze you as hard as he could before turning it into some kind of tickle match because he wasn’t tired enough to cuddle just yet (i swear that boy is hype non stop). 

jungkook: 

jungkook would blush a lot and flash a baby bunny smile. he would probably hum a lot too like jimin and would not be able to wipe the grin off his face. he would melt into your touch and cuddle you in his strong arms until you heard him snoring because he was so drunk in love he fell asleep (so pure).

- 9:38pm

His hair was a beautiful shade of orange. It fell perfectly, almost in a heart shape around his forehead. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him all night. You rested your chin in your hand. The way his head nodded to the music made your heart flutter. You took a sip of your drink as your best friend danced around the kitchen table. “I see you, y/n…” she spluttered. You giggled, “what?”, diverting your eyes elsewhere. “Don’t even try and tell me that you’re not looking at him.” “Who?” She placed a hand up, covering her mouth as she whispered, barely keeping her balance, “Jimin.” So his name is Jimin. Your cheeks flushed pink.”Soft!” she shouted, “Y/n’s soft!” she danced around the room again, smiling widely. “Shut the fuck up!” you widened your eyes, dipping your head down wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor. “I should call him over…” you leaned forwards shaking your head “I’m fucking warning you.” you stood up, stumbling over your feet. “I’m dead serious.” “Ooh, I’m so scared!” she mocked, “Jiminie!” Fuck. You just stood there as you watched his head dart up at the sound of his name. He slowly approached. His hand held a red cup and his face lit up as his stepped into the kitchen light. “You called?” he arched his eyebrow putting on a posh accent. “Hello,” your friend began, a prestige smile on her lips, “my friend here, she um, thinks you’re cute as shit” She took a sip of her drink. “Gotta go!” you glared at her as she jogged off into the main room, joining everyone else leaving you and Jimin, alone. What the fuck just happened and how are you here with him? The most gorgeous boy you have ever laid your eyes on, with you? Alone? His lips curled into a cocky smirk as he tilted his head, taking a step towards you. “Oh.” he licked his lips. “I’m Jimin by the way, not Jiminie.” you just stared at him, your throat going dry. His eyes darted around the room, “… and you are?” his gaze fell back upon yours. Fuck, snap out of it. “Oh yeah, right, yeah, I’m… y/n” You leaned back on the kitchen counter. “You’re in my History class, right?” You nodded, answering him. He leaned in towards you. “Quiet aren’t you?” He took a step back. Your breathing hitched. You took a sip of your drink wishing the alcohol would loosen you up a bit more. You looked over his shoulder, seeing your friend in the living room. She tapped on her phone screen and you heard the music change. No she didn’t. She held up her thumbs and you raised your eyebrows. You suddenly felt your confidence boost. “I mean, I guess you could say I’m quiet but, I beg to differ.” You leaned down and opened the kitchen drawer, grabbing a wooden spoon. You started singing the lyrics out loud as you danced around the kitchen, almost falling over a few times. Jimin jumped up onto the kitchen counter as he smirked watching you. “This is my song! This is my song!” you shouted, turning round to flash a cocky grin at your friend. He bit his lip as he watched you, still smirking. His head tilted as he watched you stumble around the room. You could feel the alcohol seeping into your bloodstream. You bumped into the kitchen island, falling over your feet. You winced as you hit the floor. “Shit.” Jimin pushed himself off the counter as he rushed over to you. You looked up at him and couldn’t hide the blush on your cheeks as you started laughing. You saw his face relax as he started laughing too. He grabbed your hands and pulled you up, taking the spoon from your grip, his hands falling onto your waist to steady you. “You good?” He flashed a toothy grin as he squeezed your waist. “Mhm, I’m okay.” You smiled, looking into his eyes.You never imagined him to be this gorgeous up close. “You clumsy shit.” He scoffed, laughing. You slapped his chest playfully, pulling back from his grip. “Excuse me!” You laughed, a huge grin on your face.

- 10:25pm

Your fingers intertwined with his has he guided you upstairs. You could feel the bass of the music in your chest and your ears rang from the volume of everyone’s voices screaming to the song. He looked down at you, a huge grin plastered on his face. Once you reached the landing, you saw him hunting for a room. He said he wanted to speak with you, somewhere more quiet. “There.” He nodded his head over to a door that was open and he pulled you inside. You walked in, a huge double bed sat in the middle of the room. You walked over and flopped onto it, a sigh leaving your body. Immediately, all the alcohol went to your head as it began to swirl. “Wooh.” The new feeling surprising you. You felt the bed sink as he flopped down next to you. “Woooahh…” He breathed, his head swirling. You giggled. He sat up and turned to face you. “So, you think I’m cute…” You sat up, a questioning smirk on your face. “Just a bit cocky, don’t you think?” You scoffed. He scrunched up his nose, cringing at his words. “I’m kidding,” you pinched his arm, “of course I do.” You could tell he wasn’t expecting that answer as his eyebrows shot up. He flopped back down onto the bed. “Come here, I wanna snug.” You leaned down as you lay down next to him, your leg intertwining with his as your arm rested onto his chest. His arm curled around your shoulder, pulling you into him. He smelt of alcohol and soap and sweet cologne. He looked up to the ceiling as his thumb circled on the bare skin of your shoulder. “Me too.” He finally spoke. “You too what?” you looked up at him. “I think you’re cute.” he smiled a toothy grin as his leg rubbed against yours slightly. “You’re just a big softie aren’t you, look at you, cuddling me AND calling me cute? What happened to “hi I’m Jimin and I just have to blink and all the girls at school are wrapped around my little finger.” hm?” He scoffed. “Shut up.” A smirk on his face. You laughed, sitting up, looking at him. He held out his arms squeezing clumps of air in his hands. “Why’d you go?” You blushed at his cuteness as you brought your hands up to meet his, pulling him up. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you battled with yourself deciding whether to kiss him or not but you decided to follow your gut. You kept a hold of his hands as you looked into his eyes which were hooded from the alcohol. 

He stared at you, his lips slightly parted, his body swaying a little. You leaned in, your lips connecting with his. You squeezed his hands before letting go, cupping his face. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. His kisses grew hungry and you could feel yourself getting drunker from the adrenaline mixed with the alcohol. He squeezed your waist and you let your hands trail down his clothed chest. Fuck, you wanted him. He smirked, pushing his head forwards, deepening the kiss. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, battling with yours for dominance. Your hands cupped his face once more as your rolled your hips into his. You felt his breathing hitch. Breaking away from the kiss, you pulled your hair to one side and unbuttoned the back of your bandeau top. Holding it against your chest you tilted your head, looking at him. He stared at your collarbones before his eyes shifted to yours. His hands hooked onto the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off him. He threw it onto the floor. You couldn’t take this all in. Your eyes widened as they drifted down his torso. “Wow.” You whispered. His tongue swiped across his lips as he gently grabbed your wrists. “Let me see…” he pulled your wrists towards his chest causing your top to drop onto his lap, your bare breasts exposed. He grabbed your top, slinging it onto the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. 

He bit his lip as he brought up his hands to cup your mounds, squeezing gently. You blinked slow, your hands falling on top of his, pushing him onto you. He sighed deeply, leaning forward to bring his head into the crook of your neck which he began kissing and sucking softly. A small moan escaped your throat as you tilted your head, giving him more access. His fingertips curled, squeezing your breasts a little harder. You rolled your hips into his once more. You moved your hands away, resting them on his shoulders. His hands left your body, as did his lips. He leant back against the headboard of the bed, staring at your through half-open eyes. “Jimin…” you began, “I want you…” You had to swallow the blush that begged to creep up on your cheeks, dizzy from arousal. He pushed you backwards causing you to fall back onto the bed. He hovered over you. “Good.” His voice was husky as he leant down to kiss your lips. Pushing himself off the bed, he walked over to the door and flicked the lock. He swiftly undid his belt and stepped out of his jeans. You propped yourself up on your elbows before pushing yourself off the bed completely. You undid the button on your jeans and slipped them off. You both stood there, heads swirling, eyes locked on each other.

“Take them off for me.” You could see his shoulders grow more broad as his dominance ached to come through. You tilted your head as your fingers curled around the hem of your panties, sliding them down your thighs slowly. He readjusted himself inside his boxers. “Your turn.” You flashed a cheeky smirk. He shook his head at your words. “No can do, baby.” You almost winced at his words, he was sending you insane. You felt yourself growing more confident and took a step towards him. “Looks like I’ll have to then.” You grabbed a hold of the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, dropping to your knees as you did. You let a pool of saliva build on your mouth as you placed your hand around the base of his length. He simply looked down at you through half-open eyes. You opened your mouth and took him all in, wetting his shaft with your saliva. He exhaled deeply, his hand falling into your hair. He neither pulled nor pushed, just something to grab onto. You swirled your tongue round the head of his cock. Pulling back a little, you kitten-licked the tip before pushing your head back down his shaft. You let your hands fall onto your thighs letting one of them come up to cup your sex. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed your head. You could almost feel his hips begging to buck as his mouth fell open. Your gaze fell upon his. Sweat gathered at his brow. He looked so ethereal and you would lean up to kiss him if you could but you simply hollowed your cheeks once more and swirled your tongue around him. His eyebrows knitted together. You winced as your finger mindlessly curled into your already-wet core and began pumping. You moaned against his cock sending shivers up his spine. You shot him a lustful eye-smile as you could see he was getting close. His lips had curled into his mouth as his head tilted, a look of disbelief on his face. You brought your fingers out to circle your clit as you sucked and swirled on his length. His hips quivered, begging to buck and you knew you weren’t going to let him cum. You brought both your hands up to his arms, holding on as you pulled yourself up. His face dropped and his shoulders broadened once more. 

“Oh…” he arched his brow, his stare almost intimidating as he shoved you onto the bed. He crawled up your body, making sure to lick your slick folds, causing you to wince, before his lips crashed onto yours. You moaned into the kiss as you felt his length brush against the soft skin of your thighs as he positioned himself between your spread legs, the head of his cock barely touching your folds. He broke the kiss as his head fell, looking down against your chest at himself entering you. You breathed deep as you felt him fill you up. “Fuck…” you breathed, pushing your hips up. His head rolled back up, his gaze meeting yours. “Keep your eyes on me.” His tone was assertive and you didn’t think twice about obeying him. He grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist before putting his hands back into the previous position of either side of your head, holding himself up. He thrusted deep and slow, painfully slow. “Jimin,” you moaned, rolling your hips against him, begging to go faster. You looked into his hazelnut brown eyes as you saw them flicker, almost darkening. He thrusted even deeper and began to pick up the pace, the tip of him crawling closer and closer to your G-spot. Your arms curled around him, nails leaving red marks along the bare skin of his back. He licked his lips, eyebrows furrowing together, still sensitive from your mouth. He cocked his head to the side thinking of how he could punish you from holding off his orgasm but decided he didn’t have enough time to be fucking around. He thrusted faster and faster, finally hitting your G-spot causing you to scream. “Fuck Jimin!” he smirked as your head begged to fall to the side but you knew you had to hold his gaze. Your arms fell out the side of the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets. “Is that good babygirl?” You hummed a ‘yes’. “Speak up, I can’t hear you.” “Yes…” You breathed, feeling your orgasm approaching. His thrusts went from fast and deep to slow and lustful. Your mouth dropped open, eyes rolling back. “Please…” you apologised by begging as you took your eyes away from his. He inhaled sharply through his teeth, his hips bucking sending even more pleasure your way. 

You felt the knot in your stomach come undone as your breathing hitched, You felt his hand snake around your neck as his thrusts became sloppy. He helped you ride out your high, sweat adorning his forehead. He squeezed your neck gently before moving his hand up to the tip of your chin bringing you in for a kiss. He pulled himself out of you, leaning back. He sat on his knees as he looked down at himself. His hand took a hold of his length as he began pumping. His free hand ran through his hair, tugging at the ends, eyebrows furrowing together, mouth dropping open. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him. You took your bottom lip into your mouth as you heard him whimper, thick white cum flowing from him.

You sat up, placing a longing kiss against his lips. You stood up off the bed and walked over to the en suite, grabbing a towel. You walked over to him and helped clean him up, all the while him watching you through hooded eyes. “So you think I’m cute, right?” His lips curled into a smile. You stood back, dropping the towel to the floor as you grabbed his t-shirt, throwing it on. “Meh.” You shrugged playfully, throwing him his boxers. His eyebrows shot up, his smile turning into a toothy grin as he slipped his boxers back on. “Yeah, you’re not that cute yourself.” He laughed, returning the sarcasm. You slumped down onto the bed, crawling under the covers. “And that’s why I had you whimpering against the door? Yeah?” You wiggled your eyebrows, holding the duvet open for him to join. “Come here, I wanna snug.” You mocked his previous words. He shook his head in disbelief at your sarcasm, sighing deeply as he crawled in next to you. His hand snaked around your waist, pulling your back close to his chest. You closed your eyes, melting under his touch.

“Shut the fuck up.” He chuckled, placing a kiss on your temple.

He took you to an unfamiliar room, pushing you in gently, closing the door behind him. “10 minutes.” He growled, a look of lust in his eyes. You bit your lips, feeling your heat getting wetter by the second. You stepped towards him, reaching out an arm you kneaded his member through his trousers with the palm of your hand. He grabbed a hold of your waist as his lips crashed onto yours. His hand snaked down your skirt, slipping his hand under your panties. Your hands trailed up to his shirt, undoing the buttons, pulling him closer by his collar. He moaned into the kiss. His finger barely stroked your slick folds before he began circling your clit. You breathed out through your nose, pushing him against the door. Your hands explored his chest as he slipped a finger into your core, curling upwards. You bit his bottom lip softly before letting your head fall back as you melted into his touch. “Fuck.” you whimpered. He began sucking at the sweet spot on your neck. His fingers pumped in and out of you at a slow pace, curling each time. “Mmhm.” you moaned, trying to keep your voice low. His hand trailed slowly away from between your legs as he began to undo his zipper. Your head fell forwards, leaning into the crook of his neck as he pulled out his member, positioning himself at your entrance. You held up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side as you raised your leg. His arm curled itself under your leg, holding it up as he slid himself into you. You moaned into his neck, biting your lips. “Shit…” he spluttered, removing his hand from the base of his length to place it on your waist, pushing your hips into a rhythm that matched his thrusts. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as your head tipped back. His thrusts hit every inch of you sending your head into a spin. 

“Look at me.” His voice was low, sending shivers down your spine. You lifted your head to look at him, your eyebrows knitted together, your lips curled into your mouth. “No one fucks you this good.” he hissed, his breathing hitched as you clenched around him. “F-fuck.” his mouth dropped open as he looked down at himself fucking you. “No one.” He breathed, his head falling backwards, hitting the door behind him. You breathed through your mouth, as your head fell onto his chest. “Taehyung…” You murmured, feeling your high approaching. He pulled your leg up higher, allowing him to get just that little bit deeper. And he did. He hit your G-spot causing your legs to tremble. “Taehyung!” You had to curl your lips into your mouth again to stop your screams as you closed your eyes, chasing your high. “Look at those pretty little lips scream my name…” his lips brushed against yours, a smirk on his face. “Tae…” you breathed. You couldn’t hold it any longer, your juices exploding, walls clenching around him. “Shit…” his thrusts slowed, head tipping back, as he helped you ride out your high. 

He held onto your thigh, dropping your leg down slowly. He pulled himself out of you and held your shoulders stopping you from falling over. He walked you over to a chair and sat you down before turning around. You closed your eyes, thighs squeezing together as you began to come down from your orgasm, heart racing, head spinning. You heard Taehyung’s low growls as you watched his back through half-open eyes. He pumped his member, his hips bucking into his hand. “F-fuck…” his head fell back as his white liquid flowed.

7:26pm. 4 minutes until stage. He walked over to the desk behind you, grabbing a tissue, wiping his hand before stuffing himself back into his trousers. His fingers curled around the tip of your chin, placing a soft kiss against your lips. “Wait for me.” he swung the door open, turning around to face you. He wiggled his eyebrows as he stepped out, letting the door shut behind him. He strided over to the other members, buttoning up his shirt.

“Where the fuck have you been?!”

You locked your phone and slipped it into the pocket of your shorts, rolling your eyes. Pulling your knees into your chest, you pressed play on the movie you were planning to watch with Yoongi. You couldn’t help but feel needy. You hadn’t felt his touch in a month, he’d been so busy. It was always just a 'hi’ and a quick kiss on the forehead when he returned from dance practice and straight into the studio. You pulled your phone back out from your pocket and went onto Twitter. Scrolling down your timeline you saw a tweet from Yoongi: “Busy making music, busy with you on my mind.” You sighed. You knew he missed you but his work always came first and you had to respect that. That was until you heard soft moans coming from down the hallway. You turned down the volume of the movie to make sure you were hearing right. Yoongi. 

You stood up, slinging your phone onto the sofa. Pulling up your shorts, you slowly tip-toed over down the hallway to the door of his studio. “Mmhm.” A soft moan rang into your ears. You pushed your hands up against the door, the sound of him sending you weak instantly. His breathing was deep, and loud. You could almost picture his face through the door. “Fuck… y/n.” He groaned. Holy shit. You bit your lips as you twisted the doorknob as quietly as possible, feeling yourself getting more and more turned on by the second. You stepped in, closing the door behind you and stood. There he was, hand pumping swiftly, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. “Holy fuck.” You mouthed, making sure not to disturb him. “Y/n…” he moaned once more, his eyebrows knitting together. You looked down at the silk jacket that hugged his shoulders, t-shirt that clung to his chest, the sweatpants that were halfway down his thighs. He bucked his hips into his hand, a groan escaping his throat. He had never ever looked this beautiful … and hot … oh my god, he looked so hot. You ached to intertwine your fingers into his ice blonde locks but his hair was pushed into his favourite snap-back that he always wore backwards. He looked so, so good. You needed to taste him. You had to. Fuck. You decided to listen to your instincts and crept over towards him. 

He was in such a trance he didn’t even notice as you knelt down between his legs. “Yoongi-ah.” You breathed. You saw his body tense up as his hand stopped moving. You curled your fingers around his palm and intertwined your fingers into his. He looked down at you, eyes half-open. It took him a second to realise you were really there. “Oh shit…” he leaned forwards, his cheeks blushing a shade of pink, eyes widening. “Relax baby, let me help you…” you whispered before licking your lips. You took him into your mouth, your free hand holding the base of him. He took a sharp breath in through his teeth, his head falling back. “Mmhm…” he groaned, his hand tightening its grip on yours. You swirled your tongue around the tip before moving down his shaft. You hollowed your cheeks and moved back up. “Fuck…” he breathed, his free hand moving to hold your hair back. You leaned up and gathered a pool of saliva in your mouth, spitting onto his length. You looked up at him as he looked down to you, his eyebrows furrowed, head tilted. “You’re so…. fucking…..” his breathing hitched as you swirled your tongue around him once more, your hand pumping up and down his shaft, “…. hot….” he managed to get the words out just as his voice was swallowed by low moans and groans. You took your hand from his and allowed it to cup his balls. You squeezed them gently and you felt him tense up, hips begging to buck. “Holy shit.” He sunk lower into his chair, lifting his hand to bite onto his knuckles. You moved your mouth up and down him, in time with your hand while your other hand fondled his balls gently. You were driving him crazy and you knew it. You brought your hand up and ran your nails gently along his thigh before letting it fall down into your lap. “Y/n…” he whimpered, his head coming up to watch you. You hollowed your cheeks once more as you came up, your tongue curling around his tip. You moved your head so it was now just your hand doing all the work. 

“Yoongi-ah…” you breathed, wanting to send him over the edge, “you know you shouldn’t leave me for this long…” you smirked as his head tipped back, his lips falling into an 'O’ shape. His hips bucked up into your touch and you knew he was close. You fucked with him more, using words you knew drove him insane. “Yoongi-ah, you don’t understand how long I’ve had to fuck myself for, when I needed you, so, so bad.” You blew warm air onto his tip, his hips bucking once more as his hand let go of your hair, falling onto his chest. His breathing hitched as he heard the words leave your lips: “Come for me…” you looked at him through hooded eyes, “come for me.” That was it. He let out a low, husky growl as his white liquid dripped from him. You instantly wrapped your lips around him, making sure to lap up every drop. “Fuck… y/n.” He spluttered, breathless from the over-simulation, before collapsing into his chair. “What the fuck…” he breathed in disbelief, still coming down from his high. You pushed yourself up, leaning against the desk. He shuffled in his seat looking up at you whilst he pulled his sweats back up, a flush of pink caressed his cheeks. “You said you would be done soon.” You huffed , pushing yourself up away from the desk, approaching the door, mumbling; “I made you dinner if you’re hungry.” You felt his hand grip your wrist, turning you around, causing you to smirk at the fact you got the exact reaction you knew you were going to get from him. He was stood before you. “I’m not hungry for dinner.” He almost whispered the words as his lips crashed onto your neck, hands grabbing your waist as he pushed his hips into yours. 

“Yoongi…" 

His auburn hair curled around his face causing him to bring his hand up and push his locks out of the way before resting his hand to sit on your thigh. Why were you so restless under his touch? You were literally sat in a restaurant, there was no need to be this horny. You brought your hand down to rest on top of his, squeezing it gently hoping he would look your way but he just squeezed your thigh in return and carried on speaking to his manager. You couldn’t help but sigh as you lifted your hand back up to the table and grabbed your spoon, taking a bite of your dessert. You pouted internally, hoping he would somehow read your mind and fuck you right then and there. 

You fiddled with your fingers, looking at his hand resting on your thigh. You couldn’t help but imagine how they would feel inside of you. Fuck it. Raising your hand, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before placing your hand on his thigh, squeezing. You noticed his chest puff out as his head tilted, clearly affected by your sudden touch. He shuffled in his seat and moved both his arms onto the table. You had to bite down on your lips to stop the smirk that was plastered on your face from growing any bigger. “.. yeah, so we’re hoping to take the tour to places outside of the US at some point...” he continued. You moved your hand up his thigh slowly until you were dangerously close to his member. “..i-it’s always been a big, um, big dream of ours...” you heard him begin to stutter, clearing his throat gently. You couldn’t help but notice the expressions of his manager and staff change. His hand reached down on top of yours as he pushed you off, turning away slightly in his seat. You weren’t gonna let him get away that easily. Resting your arm on the back of his chair, you began to circle your nails softly along the back of his neck. He moved away almost instantly causing you to fold your arms and slump back into your chair.

As the conversation came to an end and you had both seen his manager and staff to their cars, Hoseok instantly grabbed your wrist and took you into an alleyway behind the restaurant. “What the fuck are you playing at?” He spat, leaning against the brick wall. The dim street lights made it hard for you to see him, but you could hear he was angry. “You tell me.”  You smirked, wanting nothing more than to rile him up to the point where he had to fuck you. He towered over you. “You think it’s funny trying to tease me like that while I’m in a serious meeting? I thought I could bring you along so you could hear first-hand what I’m up to since you always fucking complain that you “never see me”.” He hissed, holding up quotation marks with his fingers before slapping his hands against the wall. You couldn’t help but feel the guilt taking over your body. “I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.” You turned on your heel wanting to leave before things got too heated. You heard him growl, grabbing onto your wrist. “You think you’re leaving? Really? You know, you can’t go round making problems for other people and not even try and help sort them out.” He pulled you towards him, rubbing his member against your ass. You bit your lip, your core growing wetter and wetter by the second. “So you expect me to help you out?” You carried on testing him. His fingers snaked around your neck, pulling upwards, causing your head to fall back onto his shoulder. His lips brushed against your ear. “You caused this...” he breathed,  “you sort it out.” His lips attached to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he used his free hand to push your hips into his. Your mouth fell open, a small moan escaping your throat as you closed your eyes, grinding against his member. Hoseok’s fingers curled around your neck, cutting your air supply for a split second. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation. He knew full well of your choking kink and he knew exactly how to do it. “Hoseok...” you whimpered, barely getting his name out. “Y/n..” his hands were stripped from your body, breaking you from your trance, landing onto the zipper of his trousers which he began to undo, “I have a problem. I won’t ask you again.” “Then fuck me...” you breathed, being sure to keep your voice low so no one heard you. You slipped your hands up your dress, pulling your panties half way down your thighs. You stayed with your back facing him, your head turned over your shoulder. “Please.” you begged. He sucked in his cheeks as he looked down at himself, pulling his member from his boxers. He looked back to you, holding his arms to his sides. “Look what you did. I hope this makes you realise what you do to me when you play your silly fucking games.” He stepped towards you, grabbing a hold of your waist as one hand rode your dress up your hips giving him full access to your womanhood.

He positioned himself at your entrance before sliding himself into you slowly, not caring if you were wet enough or not. Luckily, you were dripping, you ached for him and when you felt him fill you up you couldn’t help the groan that escaped from your throat. You felt his hand travel along your body, aching to touch your bare skin but you had to be cautious. The thought of being caught made you even hotter. He rested his head on your shoulder, exhaling deeply. He thrusts were slow, painfully slow. You pushed your hips back onto his begging for more. He instantly tightened his grip on your waist. “Oh no, no, no, don’t you even try and make this about you, Princess.” His husky voice sent you into a whirlwind of pleasure, a deep thrust following his words. Your head dropped onto his shoulder. While one hand stayed tightly on your hips grabbing a hold of your dress, the other crawled it’s way up to return to your neck again. He stroked his fingers along your throat. He curled them, tightening his grip slightly as he pulled upwards, the pressure causing your eyes to roll. “You don’t deserve to be fucked this good” he purred, thrusting deeper and deeper, gaining speed each time. You moaned, your face contorted with pleasure. He counted to 5 in his head as he cut off your air supply once more and then releasing his grip. “F-fuck...” you whispered, breathing deep as soon as he let go. His hands trailed down to the small of your back as he pushed you, causing you to bend over. He grabbed a hold of your hands, holding them in place with one hand, while his other trailed down to find your clit. “Don’t cum... until I say so.” you bit your lip and closed your eyes trying hard to ignore the growing knot in your stomach. You shook your head without knowing. You felt his thrusts stop. “You really wanna disobey me right now?” He soon returned to his previous rhythm except this time, faster. His fingers circled your clit and you had to curl your lips into your mouth to muffle your moans. Your breathing hitched as your felt your high approaching. Your body trembled under his touch. “Please...” You spluttered, trying desperately to keep your voice low. Hoseok simply looked down at himself pounding into you relentlessly, a devilish smirk on his face. Hearing you plead boosted his ego. He circled your clit over and over, your legs shaking, begging to give in at any moment. “Hoseok...” you breathed, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him through hooded eyes. Your orgasm was itching for release. He hit your G-spot again and again causing your head to spin. You weren’t sure how long you could hold it for. 

“I’m begging you...”

He held onto the base of his length, pushing himself into you causing him to exhale deeply "I want you to moan for me..." you turned your head to the side, looking away from him, eyebrows knitting together. "Moan my name." A wave of pleasure struck deep in your core as he rolled his hips into yours. "Seokjin..." You breathed. He tightened his grip on your hand. You pushed your hips upwards and bit your lip. His hungry lips came into contact with your neck, being sure to leave marks as his pace quickened, his length slowly crawling, and crawling until he reached your G-spot. "Yes... Fuck me... Right there..." Your pushed your head back, causing your back to arch. "Right here?" He questioned, rolling his hips knowing exactly that it was the right place. You looked at him through half-open eyes, his lips had curled into a smirk as he removed his hand from yours and hovered over you. You brought your hand to your mouth to try and muffle your moans. "Baby," he said breathlessly, his moans becoming sloppier by the second, "I want to hear you." His fingers curled around your wrist as he pulled your hand away from your mouth. You loved this side of him, dominant yet lustful. A gentle moan escaped your lips as it was all you could muster, your growing orgasm taking over. He placed both his hands either side of your head, pushing himself up above you. "Fuck." He pulled his lips into his mouth as his muscles began to contract. Seeing him melt on top of you drove you insane. "Seokjin... I'm-" your words were swallowed by moans as his hips rolled into you once more sending you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him as your body started to shake. He couldn't take it, seeing you squirm underneath him. 

He pulled himself out of you and you propped yourself up on your elbows before pushing yourself fully up to take him into your mouth, still coming down from your high. "Y/n..." he breathed, tangling his hands into your hair, neither pushing nor pulling, just something to grab onto. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed your head, swirling your tongue around his length. Your hand reached down to cup your sex, still pulsating from your intense orgasm. You moaned against his length. "Princess... s-shit." His white liquid erupted into your mouth and you swallowed it all. His breathing hitched as his hips bucked. You pulled away, swiping your hand across your mouth before falling back, collapsing onto the bed.

He lay down next to you breathing deep. You leaned over to face him, your hand resting on his chest, your fingers tracing his neck. "Look at the mess I made." His eyes gestured towards your neck, covered in marks. You simply looked at him and smirked. "Hmm." You hummed in approval. He turned his head to face the ceiling and you took the opportunity to place kisses along his neck, stopping occasionally to suck at his sweet spot. You don't know what it was, but there was something about his neck that called to you, constantly. He bit down on his lip, the sensation of your teeth on his neck drove him insane. He turned his body to face yours. A smirk plastered on his face as he huffed through his nose, "trying to compete, hm?" His tongue ran along his lips, wetting them. You brought your face up to meet his. "Do I sense a sore loser?" you pouted. He arched a brow as his hand fell down to your sex, pushing upwards applying full pressure. You winced at his touch, your core still aching from his length - "I'm the sore loser, yeah?" he wiggled his eyebrows. You glared at him before cupping your hands around his face. "Fuck you." You pulled him in for a kiss, a smirk all over his lips.

After waiting for what seemed like just a few minutes, you heard the rattle of his keys push into the door. And there he was. A slick black blazer hugged his broad shoulders, a white shirt underneath, with black trousers and shoes to match. Shutting the door behind him, he threw his keys onto the sofa and pulled at his tie, exposing the bottom of his neck. His eyes were hooded, filled with lust. He almost ran towards you, inhaling deeply as his lips crashed onto yours. His hands ran along every inch of your back as you let yours run along the back of his neck, your nails tracing circles into his undercut, his sweet spot. He found his way down to your hips and held on as he walked you both into the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss. You turned him round, his back hitting the door closing it shut. He pulled away, both of you gasping for air. "You don’t know how crazy you drive me.” He slipped off your robe letting it drop to the floor. You took a step back before turning on your heel and walking over to the bed. “Relieve your stress then.” You smirked, dropping onto the bed. His face read a complete look of awe. He just stared at you, his lips slightly parted, his head tilted. “Come here.” You decided to take some form of control, you wanted to tease him. “Sit on the bed.” To your surprise, he obeyed your words and sat down next to you, his eyes trailing up and down your body. You stood up and placed yourself between his legs. You wanted to strip him bare right then and there but there was something about him, in that suit, that made you want to keep him clothed. 

“Touch me.” You took a hold of his wrist and placed his hand onto your waist. You brought your hands up behind your back to unclasp the bralette you were wearing and let it drop to the floor. He looked up into your eyes as his hand trailed down to the hem of your panties. Tongue running over his bottom lip, he pulled, hard, causing you to fall onto his lap. He guided your legs so you were straddling him. Again, his lips crashed into yours and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. You cupped his face before moving your hands round to the back of his neck where you worked your magic causing him to moan. You took the chance to slip your tongue in, knowing it drove him crazy. He confirmed this by moving his hands to your ass as he pushed you down against his hips whilst he pushed upwards, aching for friction between the two of you. You smirked into the kiss and decided to fuck with him a little more. Pulling away, you moved from his lips to his jawline to his neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along his skin. He tilted his head giving you more access as he gripped onto your ass once more, pulling your hips into a rhythm so you were now dry humping him. “Shit.” He spluttered. You moaned onto his neck, letting your fingers crawl up into his hair. “Fuck this.” You heard him mumble. He immediately grabbed your thighs and picked you up. He turned you both around and he slumped you down, on your back. Your head hit the soft sheets as he hovered over you. “I know what you’re trying to do babygirl, but it won’t work.” His eyes darkened as he pushed himself up to where he was standing before you. He slipped off his blazer and began to undo his belt. You watched him, feeling your insides burn with desire, with lust, with need. He practically ripped off the rest of his clothes and he just stood there in his boxers. “Touch yourself for me.” He gazed down at you, still sprawled out on the bed in front of him. “Jin…” you questioned, aching for his touch. He raised his eyebrows and leant down to your ear. “Touch yourself.” His hands crawled down to your panties, pushing them half way down your thighs, as his lips brushed against yours. He leant back so he was stood, looking down at you. You didn’t quite understand why he was doing this but the thought of it turned you on immensely. Letting your legs fall open, you brought your hand to your core and ran a finger along your slick folds. You began to slowly circle your clit as your free hand traveled to your breast, cupping. You barely heard the low moan that escaped from Jin’s throat. You looked up at him, in the eyes, as you circled faster and faster causing your breathing to hitch. You watched him as he pulled down his boxers, stepping out of them. He slowly began pumping his length as he stared at you, taking his lip in with his teeth. Feeling yourself get wetter and wetter by the minute, you decided to slip a finger in causing you to groan at the new sensation. Your other hand traveled down to simulate your clit at the same time and before you knew it, you had a mesmerizing rhythm in place. You bit your lips as your brows knitted together, still staring at Jin. He pumped his member slowly, his eyes trailing along your chest down to your stomach and then to your womanhood. He moaned softly, picking up the pace with his strokes. “Jin-ah…” you breathed, feeling your high gradually approaching. “Fuck me…” you whispered. You saw the effect your words had on him. His eyes met yours and you saw his hand movement speed just a little bit. Your head fell to the side as you felt your high approaching, face contorted with pleasure. “Please…” your brain didn’t even filter the words, they just came out; “fuck me, Daddy.” You could almost feel him tense up. “Shit.” He said through gritted teeth. He removed his hand from his length and grabbed your wrist. He pulled your hand away from your core and intertwined his fingers with yours before holding your arm behind your head. Using his free hand, he positioned himself at your entrance as you lifted your legs. He brought his face down close to your ear - “Princess…”