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> genre : smut, pwp

> pairing : kim taehyung x reader (f) x jeon jungkook

> total words : 2.8k

> warnings/content : friends to lovers, threesome i guess, exhibitionism/voyeurism themes, some dirty talk, penetrative intercourse, bad editing

There are the drums, getting beaten so hard the whole world is shaking, tectonic plates disrupted and volcanos awoke. And the guitars, the hundred of electric guitars’ cords abused by the most passionate fingers, screeching and thundering blaring so strong it’s like they’re trying to frighten Zeus.

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medicine. (m) kth. jjk

I’ve had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

I’m coming down I figured out I kind of like it, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you ride it. 

pairing. jungkook x reader x taehyung genre. smut, pwp word count. 9k warnings. no plot, just vibes (and smut), grunge!taekook, threesome, oral sex, voyeurism (jungkook likes to watch okay), protected sex, multiple orgasms, tummy bulging summary. a drunken night at a dive bar after a show was always a given, finding yourself in some form of chaos before the night was over, and as two strangers walk in with eyes that sparkle with mischief, you make it your personal mission to have them be your reckless decisions of the night.  note. i was on a smashing pumpkins kick and this was born hehe, just picture taekook in baggy band tees right after a show, cornering you in a dive bar makes me want to bark so enjoy !! (also its been a hot minute since i’ve posted so give me some love or ill cry tysm bye) ALSO MADE A PLAYLIST FOR IT HERE !

Nothing in the universe tops the feeling you get after a show, the high coursing through you in a rush that leaves you jittery and searching for more. Maybe that feeling is the reason why you make so many reckless decisions after shows, on the hunt for the next activity to keep the high going, doing things that had you running from cops with a group of people you just met, or waking up somewhere new with no recollection of how you got there. 

As you follow the group of people you just met into the local dive bar, you can only hope that whatever choices come next don’t involve a chase because you’re not sure your shoes can keep up. You don’t get a chance to take a look at the interior as you step in, an arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you in so someone can ask you a question. 

“What are we drinking tonight?” His long blonde hair brushes against your face as he pulls back, staring down at you with a smile. You had met him when the show first started, apologizing to him when a shove from the crowd left you spilling your beer on his shoes. He had been friendly and easily welcomed you into the small group of friends he had with him, and that was all the convincing you needed to stick with them. 

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No Words - Interlude V-

Pairing: TaeKook x OC

Type: Interlude [Flashback Finale]

Genre: Idol! Poly!, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Smut. Pining. A smidge of a Threesome [MMF]. More Pining? Angst. 

A/N - The final Interlude V - see what  I did there? Ha. Ok. This is longer, but I hope you can see the connections. We’ll be back to present drama after this. Thank you again for following this hot mess. Maybe there’s some poetic waxing? AND OMGG YA’LL THANKS TO ADMIN E FOR THE PRETTY COVER. WEEEE.

Words:  5.6K [thicc with it. so sorry]

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The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there’s any reaction? Both are changed. -Carl Jung

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The saying goes that ‘sex changes everything.’ It is a constant nagging in the recesses of your mind. That once you drop your pants? It’s game over. Finito! Done-zo! It’s like you’re a banana, and you just exposed the ripe fruit of your soul. That’s mostly what letting someone into your body is like, after all. All that hubbub and bullshit about being a temple? Well, it’s no lie. We are all emotional receptacles, mismatched puzzle pieces waiting to find someone to fill us or complete a picture.

Who really thinks about these things, though?

When you’re entangled in limbs and lips chasing an electric high that robs your reason? Do you think about the person completing a part of your picture? Or the whole fucking thing? She remembered her mother always saying that love is ready when it’s ready - not when you’re ready for it.

And if you’re not ready when it is? Then what?

Taehyung was sound asleep. Winter began to rage outside, part of the reason why they had time off. Luckily, everybody in the dorm was thoroughly plastered with no plans to rise early for the day. His fingers flexed into emptiness, causing him to wake with a start. A pout formed on his face as he wiped his eyes, reaching for his cellphone, he was surprised it was only an hour after - “Oh, shit.”  

…An hour after he pressed her body into the mattress. He looked around, realizing he wasn’t in his room. He heard the rush of a shower. The sound of her moaning his name rushed back on replay in his brain. Tae gathered up his clothes and hers, settling them neatly on a chair. He saw a few calls and texts from Jeongguk, but he knew the maknae would be fast asleep by now.

The scent of lust still clung to him as he padded out of the room, following the shower sound down the hall. He cracked open the door, peeking inside, to billowing steam and humidity. He moved inside, shutting the door with a gentle click. She hadn’t noticed his presence - but he tilted his head, getting a good look at her now.

Granted, she was almost as tall as he was in her shoes. Without? She was still the tallest female on staff. She was deliciously proportioned. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he let his gaze lift from her feet upward. He saw bruises in purple blossom over the generous amount of ass. She was definitely thicker than most of the girls around them. But, he’s seen her carrying heavy equipment with the staff. There was a hidden musculature there if she flexed adequately.

She was just so fucking soft. He enjoyed the way his hands seemed to melt into her as he held her down. Her hips were full, there was a bit of softness around her stomach, and her breasts were more than a handful.

“Fuck.” A hissed whispered as he swallowed thickly. She was standing under the hot spray of water, wringing out her hair. He was hard all over again as he saw the welts in her shoulders. She spun with her eyes closed to further rinse her hair. He saw the love marks dotting the area below her collar bone.

She turned to put her hands on the wall, still unaware of his presence. His arms slid around her waist as he dared to let his hands settle into the wet nakedness of her body.

It was better than the first time. Nothing was holding them back. She didn’t try to stop as his tongue pressed against her shoulder. The scrape of his nails against the curve of her ass as he pulled her closer. She was so soft, responsive, as he pushed his hips into her.

Perfect.

Everything about her, to him, was perfect. He loved the way her skin felt beneath his teeth. The length of him pushed between her legs. He shuddered at the clench of her thighs around him. His fingers dug into her skin as tongue and teeth nibbled, licked, and marked her. The heat didn’t bother him at all.

She clung to him as he pushed between the squeeze of her thighs. He was going insane with want. His hands slid over her ass, and he pulled her against him. The squelching noises as he slipped between the folds of her sex. All he had to do was angle himself, just a little.

Taehyung didn’t care, not one bit. He spun her into the corner pinning her hips. She bit her lip as their eyes locked. He tilted his hips down, just so, causing the throbbing head of his cock to slip between those folds. Finally. Finally.

His tongue swept his lips as he held her firm. His whole body trembled with the effort to maintain control as he slipped upward.

…and inward.

She bit into his collarbone, and he knew there’d be a mark. She dug half-moon indentations into his flesh as he filled her again. Pressing her into the corner, her back making suction sounds as she connects to the marble tiling. He pulled her leg up as he drove into her. But it was slower, so fucking sweetly, and so devastating in the way he took his time.

At first, he rotated his hips as their mouths parted on heavy breaths. Their eyes lust blown and locked together in the eternal battle. The velvety slide of cock inside the tremor filled cavern of her body was something that she would hate to admit she needed. Their bodies couldn’t be any closer. He took long, languid strokes before he couldn’t resist the plush of her mouth. He leaned in, letting his lips ghost over hers.

A particularly deep thrust had her breath hitching, and he leaned in to steal it. They kissed until their tongues were slick and slippery. They kissed until the pressure was enough to bruise lips. He kissed until every breath of air she took ended inside of him. He could feel the hard prickle of her nipples against his skin. He groaned; she whimpered. He growled; she surrendered. He dropped to his knees with his fingers clutching her thighs as he buried his face into the swollen lips of her sex. He pulled a leg over his shoulder as he pushed his tongue inside of her. She wanted to curl in on herself, he reached a long arm up as her eyes rolled back. His fingers pinched, tugged, and turned a nipple as she shuddered. The slurp and suck noises were too much, the orgasm was vicious and swift. He drank her down, making sure to hold her aloft as her knees failed her. He smirked as she growled, tugging him up by the crown of his head. They kissed again as she registered the remnants of her on his lips. She spun him into the corner as she dropped to a crouch.

A few pumps had him looking to devour her again. She was eye line with that throbbing erection. Oh, he was big. She licked her lips as a plan of attack formed. Taehyung captured the moment for the spank bank later. He didn’t know if he should be scared - because she looked ready to feast in a fashion that wouldn’t be conducive to his health. His hands curled against his hip as he felt the tentative brush of her tongue. Her eyes lifted to his as she let her lips coast of the pulsating head. Then further, further, and further down.

He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t realize he was holding his breath. Until she swallowed him down - that…was a first. He wasn’t sure how he felt. She pulled back, and he coasted right down into her throat. There was a hoarse cry drowned out by the beat of the shower.

Oh, that was him? That was him. Yeah, the sloppy sound of her sucking him down like a summer popsicle was too much for him to handle. He finally took a breath as he let those long fingers sink into her scalp. He fucked into her mouth, a moist suction sound echoing as she breathed easily between thrusts. He growled as he kept a furious pace.

“No.” He tugged her upward, pushing her back into the corner. He pushed back inside of her. It was easy to tell the difference between the shower fall and that thick slick accumulating between her legs. He hefted her up, driving inside of her as he bit into the top of her breast.

She knocked her head against the shower wall as he took a nipple in his mouth. She clenched, and he panted into her skin. He rotated the angle and smacked right into her g-spot, causing her to clamp down and hold him. Her fingers dug into the nape of his neck.

The sounds, the sensations, the intensity of this fuck threatened to crack the wall. He was there, and he pushed her over the edge, time, and time again. He dragged every vibration out of her until his nails seemed to pierce her skin. Taehyung released the nipple pulling her mouth to his. The hoarse cry, the roar, the growl, and the whimper died on her tongue as he finally exploded.

He leaned into the wall, fearing the ineptitude of his own legs. They were littered with pink and purple blossomed evidence that they had crossed the line. He let her down after their hearts stopped knocking against each other.

Sometimes you learn so much about a person by spending time with them. Sometimes you learn by talking to them. And intimacy is the most profound conversation that you can have with someone. It tore barriers, exposed raw truths, and new realities.

New truth: There is something.

They washed each other in heavy silence. He relished in the softness of her skin, learning the spots that caused her to moan or sigh. She enjoyed the broadness of his frame, the tender places that caused his cock to jump.

They left the shower with towels draped around them. They sat on opposite sides of the bed, the silence thick.

“Taehyung…” She broke the silence first.

“…I know, Noona. I-I know.” He swallowed thickly as the fringe of his hair hid his gaze. He got dressed, grabbed his phone, and prepared to leave her room. He balled his fists turned around, long legs placed him in front of her again. He tilted her face kissing her again. Agonizingly slow, so fucking passionate, so much like I really might fucking love you.

She clawed into her bed to keep from pulling him down again. When she didn’t? He broke the kiss and left, even faster this time. The door to her apartment closed, and she ran her fingers across her lips. She turned to grab a pillow, bury her face inside of it, and ignore the ache in her chest.

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Taehyung was quiet as he walked back toward their side of the complex.

Not before he bumped into… “Tasha?”

She let her fingers comb through those micro plaits on her head. “Uh, g-good morning, V.” He could see hickeys lining her shoulder. She pulled her shirt up and quickly gave a polite bow, before heading back to the other side of the building.

He furrowed his brow as he kept walking but turned back, making sure she was gone.

“Good Morning, Taehyung-ah.” The Visual froze as he turned to see Namjoon leaning in the doorway.

Oh. Taehyung gave the nod to the leader. “Good morning, Namjoon-hyung.” He suddenly found himself tugging on the neck of his shirt. Namjoon’s arms were crossed as he smirked.

“It was a good morning for both of us, wasn’t it?” Taehyung tilted his head at the very obvious hickey on the Leader’s collarbone.

“I suppose it was, hyung.” They shared a knowing look before Namjoon backed inside his space with a wave.

Taehyung hurried back to his place, he stepped inside to see Jeongguk fast asleep on the couch. Video game controller on the floor, and various snack containers all over the place.

“Tsk, this kid.” He muttered as he found a blanket and pillow to tuck the maknae in. Fuck, cleaning could wait. He padded back toward the bedroom and fell into the bed. He watched the snowfall thick and slow outside.

He closed his eyes and let his brain roll memory like a reel as his body fell into an exhausted sleep. Taehyung’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles as he pulled a pillow against his chest. He could still feel her.

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You can’t force chemistry to exist where it doesn’t - in the same way, you can’t deny when it does. - Unknown.

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1 week later - 4 days before Christmas.

They were done with award shows until the end of the month. They wanted to spend Christmas with their families. Some of the students had already returned to the states. A few of them hanging back to help out and finish up, opting to take New Years in the states instead.

Aside from her father, and a younger brother with a family of his own? She was in no rush to go back home. Funny enough? Tasha didn’t seem too eager to return home either. She figured something was up when Tasha kept mum about her previous night’s activities. They were both sporting some deep suction marks.

She was never more thankful for Tasha’s makeup expertise than now. Luckily, the splotches were faded. They were doing a pre-Christmas party before everyone took a few days to themselves. The party was at the giant common space inside the building.

She finally put two and two together as she noted Namjoon and Tasha stealing secret glances. She couldn’t help the lazy smile from splitting her face watching them. Watching them. Watching everyone. Trying to watch everything except Taehyung blatantly trying to access the directory to her soul from across the room.

She hadn’t returned any of his text messages. She sure as hell made sure to not be left alone with him. She definitely made sure to stay busy as fuck. Because that just couldn’t happen again. The heaviness that weighed on her for breaking protocol was too much to bear.

No, that was a lie, wasn’t it?

The heaviness of that connection scared her shitless. That was too much to bear. The inkling of want blossoming in her gut was too much to bear. They all exchanged gifts, drank sikhye, and way too much egg nog. Like, drank too much that the karaoke was way too funny. Like, drank too much that people didn’t care who got kissed under the mistletoe.

She moved into the kitchen to busy herself with something other than inebriated antics. She moved into a walkway and felt large hands around her waist. She looked over her shoulder as those hands belong to none other than, “Gguk-ah? You gave me a fright.” Enough to sober her up a hair more. But the maknae was obviously three shades to the wind.

“N-noona, I caught you.” He smirked that fraction down at her. Her brow arched as she pondered, but he pointed upward. “Is there a game to see if everybody can get a mistletoe kiss?”

She chuckled. But, she didn’t register that wide-eyed look for anything but alcohol. “Alright, Gguk-ah, you got me. I have to pay up, right?” She turned to press a kiss on his cheek. Her eyes went wide when he framed her face and kissed her. Tongue tasting like soju and dark liquor-filled eggnog. She pulled away when he moaned, licking her lips out of reflex.

It wasn’t just the moan, it was the rigid press of dick straining his jeans. A hip thrust into her abdomen that made her clench.

And as if that didn’t just beat all?

She felt a familiar heat lance her skin - turning to see Taehyung staring dark daggers at them both. She didn’t see Jeongguk smirking as Taehyung approached. That magnetizing connection between the two was sweltering; she swallowed the lump in her throat. Even as Tae turned his body toward her. “Oh look, Noona. Mistletoe.” Her eyes were wide as Taehyung kissed her.

Kissed her in a way that she felt the fire in her face. She almost; almost wanted to sink into him. Until she realized that Jeongguk had that hungry look to his face as he watched them. Oh no, ma’am!

They were going to turn into some threeway Christmas feast if she wasn’t careful. Her teeth sank into Tae’s lip until it bled. Her eyes narrowed as she brushed past them into the kitchen space. He hissed as he rubbed his finger against his mouth, his tongue followed. Jeongguk and Taehyung let their gazes travel up toward the mistletoe as they watched her; Jeongguk leaned forward, taking a swipe at Tae’s bloody lip with his tongue.

Oh god. Her hand reached to fist at the fabric of her sweater. She turned on her heel and swiftly left the kitchen. Those two sets of eyes watched, the sensation sudden familiar as she popped back into the common room. “Ah! Finally!” Jimin came over to you with open arms. He kissed both her cheeks and wrapped her in a warm hug. “I’ve done it! I’ve kissed everyone under the mistletoe! I want my prize!” She laughed as he threw his hands in the air. She moved farther away from the kitchen, trying to forget. Trying to quiet the sudden hunger that nothing to do with food.

“She does taste good.” Jeongguk hopped on the kitchen counter with a smirk. Taehyung still stared at the space where she had lingered. Dark eyes turned to the maknae as he moved toward him.

“Better than you can imagine.” His voice was a low rumble that made the younger shudder involuntarily. “I don’t think I want to share, Gguk-ah.”

“Come on, hyung. What’s a little sharing between friends?” The maknae tilted his head as his tongue poked an outline into his cheek. Jeongguk’s jealousy was legendary.

So was Taehyung’s.

“She’s different, Jeongguk.”

“I know, Taehyung.”

The deep magnetizing draw between the two seemed to spark the air. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Tae stood between Jeongguk’s legs. The younger smirked as the chestnut fall of hair partially obscured his eyes.

“What’s yours is mine. What mine is mine.” The Maknae repeated words uttered long ago. The echo of teeth crunching was broken as Hobi stumbled into the kitchen.

“Hey! Hey! Y-you guys wait until the party is over for all that, yeah?” He waved a hand at them with a snort. “Now move your butt, Gguk-ah the punch bowl is empty!” Jeongguk smirked at Tae before hopping down.

“I’ll get it, Hobi-hyung, sorry about that.” He pulled the pitcher out of the fridge, following the excited dance captain back into the common room.

Tae’s fist balled against the countertop. They had all had their dalliances. They were adults, after all,  and it just took a lot of coordination and planning for getting out. Everybody had the one person they gravitated to in the group, though they were all family. Tour time got long and lonely, they played safe and carefully.

But in the end, they always had each other. And now? This woman waltzes into their existence. He admires her strength, her resolve - and the fact that she was stunning was just a plus. What was he doing? She was right; they had gone too far.

The rules of etiquette clearly broken - and the pangs of jealousy stirring his empty gut told him something different. His eyes closed as he rolled his neck on his shoulders. The irritation contorting his face as the picture of Jeongguk kissing her flickered in his gaze.

Give me what is mine, he told her. Never had he ever. Did he even want to…

So why was this different? Why was she different. He had all the time in the world to find out. He took a deep, cleansing breath and rejoined the party. Suga and Jimin were smothering each other in drunken kisses while everyone laughed.

Tasha and Namjoon were inebriated enough to lean and cling to each other. A few hours later, as people reached their limit, they stumbled full of laughter out of the standard room. Jin, Hobi, and a few other TDs laughed themselves out of the room. A mention of a sports game still happening.

Jimin, Suga, and a few PDs said the same and made their way out.

“Tasha, would you…care to listen to that demo I told you about?” Namjoon’s voice tickled Tasha’s ear and caused the desire to pool in her panties.

“A-ah, s-sure, Namjoon-ah. I’d love to.” The way their fingers interlaced and they ate each other with their gazes caused a pang of jealousy to rise in Tae. Tasha and Namjoon disappeared as the stragglers organized the debris. She helped to try to keep herself busy before a hand snaked around her waist. “Jeongguk..” There was a warning in her tone because she recognized the hold.

“Noona.” No, don’t say it like that. Not when that other hand snaked up the back of her neck. Not when Taehyung tugged her head back, not when he’s already fired up.

“You should leave that for now.” That deep vibrating bass had beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Jeongguk got his hands around her waist, sliding down over the curve of her ass. He pulled her hips against his as Tae tugged her head toward. “Did you really think you could ignore me?” He tilted his head at her as she felt the maknae breath a hot alcoholic breath against the exposed column of her neck.

“That you could ignore this?” The pull? The intensity? The forbidden nature of it all? Oh, she had tried.

Her lashes lowered, Jeongguk dragged his tongue along the skin exposed by Taehyung. The blue of her eyes deepened as they boxed her in between their bodies.

She moaned as Taehyung’s mouth crashed upon hers, Jeongguk sliding up, fighting for his share.

Man, this is so far out of the fucking line. She moved back as the men deepened their kiss and their hold on her.

She could have sworn she’s read stories with plotlines like these. But it wasn’t for her. She didn’t fit the profile for this kind of scenario. Her eyes narrowed as her hands slid up the nape of both their necks. Their fingers dug into her flesh as she pushed them in to deepen their kiss.

And then?

She tugged.

….hard.

Causing both men to bump teeth, retract, moan, and stare at her. There was something serpentine, sly about the look on her face. She tugged them both down that fraction to her level. “You like to play games, right? Fine. Let’s play.”

They practically carried her to her apartment. She backed inside, her sweater discarded as they kicked the door shut behind them. Tae made sure to engage all the locks. Her heart raced as she thumbed the button of her pants, stepping out of her shoes. They were like two predators closing in on their prey.

Lust-blown pupils, buttons flew, shirts were discarded. She licked the sheen of sweat above her lip as they all made it to her bedroom. She was down to her panties, the back of her legs meeting the mattress.

Taehyung and Jeongguk stood side by side - and by the gods, if this was the last thing she was to see before she died? She’d be okay with it. They both were out of their pants and boxers faster than she could turn her head.

Angry erections fueled by lust, jealousy, and alcohol. She leaned up on her elbows. Might as well break all the rules, right?

They didn’t remember who made the first move. It just happened - fast. Lips, tongues, moans, and groans. Something was happening that neither of them anticipated.

“F-fuck! Fuck, I’m fucking…” Jeongguk lurched as if he’d been punched. His teeth buried in her shoulder.

“…gonna, a-ah! Ah, fuck can’t hold it. Can’t..” Taehyung pulled her head down, whimpering into her mouth.

White noise.

She didn’t hear a thing as her body tensed, hard. They all took a shuddering breath in unison. The boys felt their hearts stop as their hips bucked once, twice …

“Come for me.” She moaned.

She felt nails prick her skin as she felt their bodies tremble, shake, and explode. They pushed as far inside of her as they could go and dragged her right along that orgasmic current.

Tangled limbs in her bed again. Snow falling heavy and thick outside her window. Substantial and thick like the scent in the room. Heavy like the arms draped across her hip. Thick like the thigh tucked against her backside.

Tangled like her fucking feelings.

Tangled like his fucking feelings.

She felt good against him, fit so perfectly against him. His fingers pulled her upper half into his reach. His lips ghosting the shell of her ear. “I want you all to myself.”

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“Sex is an emotion in motion.” ― Mae West

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Christmas Day.

   V: Merry Christmas, Noona.

   PDNoona: Merry Christmas, V.

   V: Really?

   Ggukie: Oh, are you mad hyung?

   PDNoona: Shut it, squirt. Enjoy your family time.

They prepared for the end of the year show. One big final push with all the stress, work, and secrecy for the next comeback. All the hardship and turmoil that had increased with the revelation of inter staff relations. Namjoon kept his head up even after Tasha left. They noticed her waiting for a van one morning, red puffy eyes as she stepped inside.

Namjoon was on his phone most of the time, so it didn’t seem suspicious when he kept checking it.

It was almost New Years before he heard anything back from her. You could tell it was her, by the way, his mood had lightened.

But Tae, on the other hand?

Tae couldn’t help the bitter swell inside of him. Because she left on Christmas Day. She responded to their text messages while sitting in Incheon Airport. Her own eyes were red and puffy. She felt like she was running away, she felt like a coward. She knew that if they were found out, the consequences could be grave.

Not only that? Their work visas were up - and they needed to return home to reapply for a new visa. That and they needed to prepare presentations about their work.

She came to do a job - to get experience. She got all that.

And maybe she might have fallen in love in the process. She was sure that this would be something that would help her grow. She learned things about herself that she couldn’t have in the states.

“I’m sorry.” She stared at her phone before turning it off.

She never turned that phone back on.

There’s nothing like meeting the right person at the wrong time.

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Happy New Year! 6 months later. Chicago, Il.

“Ok, everybody remembers what you’re supposed to do?” The Head PD looked at the gathered staff. “It’s cold. Make sure to keep warmers. Pay attention to your monitors, keep your walkies close.”

The new group of students was wide-eyed and excited. “Alright, this is the HQ. This is where everything happens, pay attention.”

She felt a tap on her shoulder as the count down started in her ear. “You got this?”

She nodded. “Oh yeah, like riding a bike.”

She had finished her coursework in time to jump in on the production staff request. She’d be at the board with no interaction with the boys. It had been almost 7 months since she left to come back home. She knew Tasha was lovesick for Namjoon. Their popularity had exploded, and she knew it would be impossible.

Tasha was out there, though, among the Army - front and center with a headset.

“We’re at zero, chase pattern is go.”

The Rap line came out for Tear. Each member clinging to an area of the stage. Hobi moved to the front, spitting his bars right to the camera. The crowd went wild as the Rap line ad-libbed with him.

Namjoon saw Tasha.

Tasha saw Namjoon.

The stage went dark as the boys retreated for a costume change.

Namjoon had a stern set to his face, his finger toying with his bottom lip.

“Hyung?” Tae’s deep voice disturbed him from his thoughts. He was moments away from his solo performance.

“I saw her, Tae.” Namjoon put his hands on his hips.

Taehyung furrowed his brow, “Who did you see?”

“I saw Tasha Taehyung-ah. She’s on staff.” Namjoon glanced at Tae with a brow ticked upward.

It took a moment between their heavy eye contact to register what he meant. Taehyung’s eyes widened as he looked around them. Namjoon turned him back to face him.

“Subtle, Tae. You know there are cameras everywhere.” Namjoon moved down that created passageway. Tae stepped on the platform, trying to calm his thundering heart.

If Tasha was here - then maybe?

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All of the best love stories have one thing in common; you have to go against the odds to get there - Unknown

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2 hours later.

“I’m exhausted.” She groaned. “Tash?”

Tasha was glued to her phone. “I’m going to see him.” She looked firm in her resolve. She could only offer her friend a smile.

“Go get him.” Tasha wrapped her up in a hug before grabbing her things.

She was almost out the door when she turned. “Stop fighting it, girl.” Tasha sighed softly.

“What are you talking about?

“You know what I’m talking about. Stop ignoring him. I saw how he looked at you for two whole years, girl. Love just happens. Stop before you regret it.” Tasha frowned, and she left.

She stood watching the empty doorway shaking her head. It won’t matter, she was sure of it. She kept lying to herself about it. The head PD came knocking on the door.

“You did well today.” He offered a short bow, she responded in kind. “I’d like you to come up and talk to the new kids. Maybe help with the new recruits? Most of your class were already assigned to other production companies.”

“Yeah, of course!” She extended her hand, excited to pass the baton. He took her hand, clasped it firmly. “It’s good to have you back on the team.” He turned and left her to finish up.

Back on the team?

She traveled the understage passageways - she knew them well this time around. She came up to the wings and stopped when a shadow blocked her.

“Hello, Noona.” Taehyung’s eyes glittered eerily in those green contacts.

There it was. That heavy electric pulsation flaring to life all over again. She kept her tone professional, neutral. “Hello, V. You did well out there today.” She smiled and moved to walk by him.

He stepped in front of her. “You never texted me back.” There was a smidge of hurt in his tone. She swallowed thickly, tilting her head. “V, listen..”

“That’s not my name.”

“Taehyung, look. We’re not…I’m not…We can’t, ok?” She fought for words, and there was no lie that she could spit that would make sense. “We just can’t.”

“I thought you were braver than this.” A muscle ticked in his jaw.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you. This is for the best.” She didn’t dare look into his eyes.

“What about what I think?” He grits his teeth. “…what I feel?”

“I’m here to learn and make sure these new students reap the benefits of working with you all. That’s it.” She was almost convincing herself. Tae gave her an incredulous look. “That’s it. That’s all. So do me a favor, and please don’t charm the new kids, yea?” She managed to tease as that bravado fell over her.

He grabbed her wrist as she walked off. His breathing heavy and erratic, “This isn’t over. I’m not done with you yet. I told you..” He yanked her closer their actions obscured by the thick curtains.

“I want you all to myself.” The sound of his voice still caused her to shiver. The sound of footsteps approaching had him releasing her quickly. He stepped back into the shadows allowing her to immediately join the group from stage right.

BTS appeared from stage left.

Namjoon gave an impassioned speech about the importance of music - and their message. Jeongguk recognized her, and he smirked as he watched her with the new recruits. Taehyung kept a pleasantly neutral face as they prepared to take their picture.

And the professor announced the new recruits for round two of the program. While congratulating those from the first round, who were now going to work with BigHit for the next global tour.

Welcome to the team. She suddenly remembered the Head PD coming to find her. She thought it was strange! A dream come true - the opportunity.

The nightmare unfolding as she and Taehyung locked eyes.

It’s funny; You try to hide your feelings…

…but your eyes speak volumes.

omfg what did I just read 😲😳 I forgot my own name 😩 For some reason I took my time reading, maybe because I was afraid of what Jungkook would do to Tae when he finally reached his full form. It was the first time we had the opportunity to see him unrestrained. Damn he was unhinged 🥵

And let me point out the upgrade from syringe to enema. Sibi you are unhinged too 😅

Saving this for my period horny times 🫣🤭

“Taehyung doesn’t possess patience when it comes to reconnecting with his boyfriend. Jungkook’s there to remind him to take it easy despite the aching longing.”

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire!Jungkook

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, some domestic Fluff in the beginning, Polyamory!AU

Warnings: Taehyung has major FOMO poor boy, he misses his poly family :(, then Kookie comes back home heheh, this is disgusting nasty porn yall, the neediest vampire sex ever, Hard Dom & Top!Jungkook, neediest sub & Bottom!Taehyung, tears, drool, painful anal without preparation at first because Tae wants it, before Kook decides enough is enough and prepares him, strength & muscle kink, feral play (this is a needy Ripper "hunting" a needy Normal besties), rimjob, anal fingering, anal fisting (the real deal), he takes him into a headlock as he does it, lube enema, dirty talk, huge ownership kink (Tae calls Kook "Owner" and Kook calls him "property"), slight dollification, praise, degradation, hair pulling, big dicks, non painful anal as well, oh Tae you impatient bottom, rough blood drinking, stuff goes up Tae's ass which shouldn't go up his ass jsjjsj, besties you have no idea how unhinged this is, but it is also insanely soft and safe, the most comforting aftercare, they're so in love omfg

Wordcount: 8.8k

a/n: this is based on anonie's idea, i probably made it way hornier than you wanted it but i couldn't help myself, i was ovulating as i worked on it fajdsjfa i feel like i need to write your idea as well hahah keep it tame because this is quite frankly nasty porn bahahha enjoy besties, this is so disgusting omfg 😩💜

Taehyung has been alone at the estate for five days. Truly and really alone. You, Yoongi and Hoseok are visiting Seokjin and Emma in Gordes. Jimin is currently visiting friends in London and won’t be home for another week. And Jungkook, well, Jungkook has been on a boxing camp trip for a week now. Which leaves poor Taehyung all alone at the estate. 

He could have obviously gone to Gordes as well or went with Jimin, and Jungkook would have probably liked him there with him as well, but Taehyung had a painting to finish. He really wanted to finish it. Being alone at the estate, trapped in the ecstatic state of painting was fun for the first three days, but Taehyung has been beginning to feel lonely. A painting can only distract him that much before the sad state of himself comes creeping up on him.

Taehyung hadn’t even realised how much of his day actually consists of being with his forever family. Be it voluntarily or just simply by existing in the same space together. Taehyung really began to miss those small moments of quality time. 

Painting doesn’t feel as nice anymore and he regrets not accompanying one of his friends. He could be in Gordes right now, sipping French wine with his friends, he could be in London right now chatting with Jimin and his friends, he could also be in some rural American boxing camp, watching Jungkook hit punches at other boxing lovers. He could be somewhere else other than his lonely, quiet atelier. 

Taehyung huffs out air in frustration and drops the paint brush in the water. He doesn’t want to paint anymore. 

He gets up and leaves the atelier and soon his wing. The estate is so big and so empty. Every room he passes makes him feel more and more frustrated. 

Perhaps he could talk to someone on the phone. The time shows eight at night, so everyone must still be awake.

He tries you first. You don’t pick up your phone, but a text message arrives soon after.

-          Sweetest ♡: I’m sorry, my darling but we’re currently at a wine tasting and I can’t talk here. I’ll call back later. I love you ♡ 

Taehyung pouts. A wine tasting?? This is so unfair! He wants to be at a wine tasting as well! 

He sends you an answer with a jealous pout on his lips.

-          Taehyung: Don’t worry about it. Have fun, my darling ♡ 

-          Sweetest ♡: We do. We’re thinking of you, sweetiepie eheh ♡

You attached a selfie of you and the others. Seokjin and Emma are glued together. Emma is grinning brightly, while Seokjin smolders like always. Yoongi has his arm around you, throwing up a peace sign with a toothless smile, while you in contrast show your upper and lower teeth in a cute smile. Hoseok is the one holding the phone, making a cute kissy face at the camera. You all have a wine glass in your hands. 

Taehyung smiles and pouts at the same time. As much as he feels sad about it, he also really likes this selfie. You took this picture just for him, thinking of him, but he wants to be on it as well! It’s unfair! He wants to be on the selfie and not here! 

-          Taehyung: I want to be with you :( I regret my decision of staying here :(

-          Sweetest ♡: Nooo Tete, I’m sorry you feel this way :( maybe you could still book a ticket and come here belated?

-          Taehyung: Perhaps I will truly do this. I shall talk to Jimin first. I need to hear human voices again.

-          Sweetest ♡: Gosh, I understand :( I promise once I have time, I’ll call you back ♡

-          Taehyung: Take your time. I love you ♡

-          Sweetest ♡: Love you more, darling sweetest sugerbutt ♡ 

Taehyung laughs, scrunching his nose. He likes it when you call him silly nicknames. This instantly lifted his mood. He sends you one last text which consists of laughing emojis and a heart, then tries to call Jimin.

His best friend picks up after the fifth ring. Loud techno music fills Taehyung’s speaker instantly.

“Hey Tete, I can’t talk right now. We’re at this rave and it’s crazy loud here. I’ll call you back later.”

The phone call ends again. Taehyung pouts. Well, that was a fail. This is so unfair! One friend group is spending their evening tasting French wine, while the other is getting drunk at a rave. Taehyung has never in his life felt more left out than he does right now. This is so unfair! 

He tries to call Jungkook. Perhaps he will finally give him the kind of human contact he needs. 

“Hey”

“Kookie, he-”

“You’ve reached my voicemail which means I’m currently not available. Leave your message after the beep, I’ll definitely forget to listen to it. Byee.” 

The phone beeps.

“For heaven’s sake, Kook. Why must you start your stupid message with a greeting? Do you have any idea of the hope that I just lost? The betrayal I feel? How could you do this to me? I am aching in loneliness and you betray me so cruelly. I won’t forgive you. Change your voice message”, Taehyung rants and ends the call with a huff of air and an aggressive slam of his finger.

Taehyung feels guilty instantly. This was terribly mean. He calls Jungkook again, hoping that he will pick up, even if he knows that he won’t.

“Hey. You’ve reached my voicemail which means I’m currently not available. Leave your message after the beep, I’ll definitely forget to listen to it. Byee.” 

“Please forgive me. I didn’t mean my last voice message. It is just that…I am so lonely and I need you with me again. I should have never stayed here. Oh Kookie, I miss you. Okay, uhm, goodbye.” 

He ends the call again and stuffs his phone into his pocket. Well, this didn’t help. 

Now Taehyung experiences major jealousy on top of all the loneliness as well. He wants to taste wine and dance at raves and be at boxing camps. He wants to be included! 

Taehyung spends the next hours sulking in the sitting room. Jimin doesn’t call back, you don’t call back and Jungkook doesn’t call back either. Taehyung is going to die alone. This is what is going to happen. He is going to die from loneliness and the grief of being so left out.

Taehyung goes to sleep without any kind of phone calls coming in, but wakes up to sorry messages from you and Jimin.

Jimin sent his message at around four twenty five in the morning.

-          Jimin ♡: I’m so sorry, I just came home from the rave. I tried to call, but you are sleeping already. I hope you didn’t wait for it for too long.

-          Taehyung: I didn’t. It’s okay. I hope you aren’t too hungover. ♡

He opens your chat next. They arrived last night at around two.

-          Sweetest ♡: TETE I'M SORRY IFGORIT TI CALL

-          Sweetest ♡: IM DRUNJ AND YONGUS IS TELLING EE TO STOP TEXT7NG 

-          Sweetest ♡: but I wanma text yiu and say sorry 

-          Sweetest ♡: TTET I.M SORRY I LOVE YOU SO MICH PLEAWE DONT BE SAD YOU VAN COME HEER IF YOI WNAT TO 

-          Sweetest ♡: 😭😭😭

Taehyung smiles. You are cute. 

-          Taehyung: It seems that the wine tasting was successful 🤣 just sleep it off, darling. I understand ♡

He locks his phone again and rolls out of bed. The loneliness still remains, but at least he feels assured that his friends tried to call once they actually found the time. Everyone except Jungkook. He is still giving Taehyung the silent treatment. 

Insecurity joins the loneliness and jealousy. What if he is doing it on purpose? What if Jungkook doesn’t want to talk to him? 

Taehyung spends most of his morning hours analysing every text message they exchanged and looking at every picture he sent. He analyses everything. Every word, every letter and every face he can spot in the pictures. He can see a lot of faces which are exactly Jungkook’s type. And even more body types which are exactly his taste. 

What if he is moving on with people from the boxing camp? What if he is forgetting about him because he has people way more his type by his side? 

Taehyung spends the early afternoon hours feeling sorry for himself and crying in insecurity. Yes, the abandoned estate is definitely not doing him well.

Taehyung is in his wing, feeling sad and lonely, when he hears the front door open. He abandons his painting and uses his powers to get to the entrance. 

He doesn’t even bother to use the stairs, flinging himself over the railing so he can jump down this way. He lands quietly, but still startles whoever walked through the front door.

“Geez! You scared me, oh my god!”

“Jungkook! Jungkook, you are home!?” 

“Hey there, oof”, Jungkook says and grunts, stumbling back as he gets Taehyung throwing himself around his neck. His back knocks into the door from the force of Taehyung’s jump, making Jungkook both laugh and grunt. 

“You’re home! You’re home!”

Taehyung wraps his legs around his waist, using his strength to keep himself glued to Jungkook. The latter drops his bags and slides his hands under Taehyung’s butt to support him.

“Welcome home to me, I guess. Are you okay? Are you crying?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Baby, what’s the matter?” 

“Why did you ignore me? Did I do something?”

“I’m sorry Tae, fuck. I’ve been travelling since yesterday and didn’t have my phone turned on. Did you need something?”

“Yes. You”, Taehyung says and lifts his head.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, reaching up to wipe the tears away. His eyes are soft in adoration. He keeps one hand under Taehyung’s butt, using the back of his other hand to wipe his cheeks and on the side he can reach easier, he uses his thumb to dry his tears. Taehyung leans into the touches, sniffling with the biggest pout on his lips.

“God Tae, you old sap. I’m here now though.”

“Good”, Taehyung says and slams his lips down onto Jungkook’s.

“Mhm”, he lets out, accepting his fate with a fond chuckle. Taehyung isn’t going to break this kiss any time soon. That much is sure.

Jungkook collides with the wall, gasping loudly at the rough contact. Taehyung latches himself onto him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He whimpers and mewls, sucking on Jungkook’s skin as if his life depended on it. 

“Tae, fuck”, Jungkook purrs, rolling his eyes back sensually and tilting his head to the side. Taehyung’s fangs grace his skin sometimes, his long fingers dig deep into his flesh. His boyfriend is desperate and he lets Jungkook feel it.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, fuck”, Jungkook purrs, groping Taehyung’s hips to get him closer. He even lifts his knee just enough that Taehyung can hump it. 

He was correct. Taehyung didn’t break the kiss in a long time. Jungkook doesn’t know how long he spent carrying him as he kissed him in the entrance hall. He probably would still do it if he hadn’t set him down gently and made the mistake of breaking the kiss. 

“Can I at least take off my coat?” he asked, but Taehyung didn’t let him.

Taehyung ripped it off of him and then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to drag him upstairs. Jungkook followed with laughter and attempted complaints to slow down, but Taehyung merely silenced him with deep kisses and needy groping. 

Jungkook doesn’t know how long it took them to get to Taehyung’s wing. The walk isn’t long normally, but Taehyung kept pressing him against whatever surface closest and then proceeded to kiss him forever. Truly, Jungkook didn’t even get to breathe properly, let alone speak words.

Taehyung lifts his puffy lips from Jungkook’s heavily marked neck. He groans as he does, grabbing his boyfriend by his clothes so he could drag him again. Jungkook lets it happen with a laugh, throwing his head back in joy.

“Fuck Tae, just let me come home. I was on a plane not long ago, I’m disoriented.”

“Come home with my help”, Taehyung answers him and throws him onto his atelier’s fur rug.

Jungkook falls, laughing loudly because the entire situation is hilariously cute to him. He loves being welcomed home this way. He really does. 

“Fuck Tae, you needy baby”, he laughs. His dark hair is a mess, Taehyung messes it up even more when he mounts his lap and then drags him into a sloppy kiss by his hair.

Jungkook purrs deeply, kissing him back happily. His strong hands come to grasp his boyfriend’s body, dimpling the softness of his thighs and marking his waist as his’.

By now, it is clear to him what this night will bring. Bodies reconnecting in the most carnal of ways. He doesn’t dislike this idea. On the contrary, the sweatpants he’s been wearing have become rather tight around his crotch and breathing is so difficult when all he can do is fight for air. He missed Taehyung. He really did.

Jungkook wasn’t supposed to come home for another week, but couldn’t take the distance anymore. With a yearning heart, he booked a plane ticket and decided to surprise Taehyung by coming home earlier than planned. The aching for his warm touch and lovely voice was just too grande. Jungkook had hoped that Taehyung would welcome him home passionately, smiling into the kiss now that it is finally his sweet reality.

Taehyung’s weight is atop his swollen cock, grinding and grinding and grinding against him in needy riding motions. The chuckles once present on Jungkook’s swollen lips get replaced by deep purrs of desperation.

“Fuck. Tae”, he murmurs between kisses, “I’m hard for you. Fuck. So hard.”

The kiss breaks through Taehyung’s will. Jungkook is left gasping and chasing his lips. Not for long however because then they are busy parting in shock as he watches Taehyung rip his own clothes from his body. Yes, truly and honestly rip. The fabric rips easily under his immense strength. Not even the leather belt stands a chance, getting thrown to the side.

“Damn baby…”

Once entirely naked and exposed, Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s shirt. His heavy, swollen cock slaps against his own stomach with each movement, but neither man cares right now. Taehyung because he needs to get Jungkook naked and the latter because he fears for his shirt’s life.

“Wait! Don’t!” Jungkook blurts out and sits up to take it off quickly, “don’t rip my clothes. I like them.”

“Hurry up, please”, Taehyung begs, leaking onto Jungkook’s lap because his cock is so, so lonely. He is kneeling for now, giving Jungkook space to move.

“Jesus fuck Tae, what’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you that horny before” Jungkook mumbles, taking off his pants as well.

“I was so lonely. Oh Kook, I was so lonely.”

“I’m here now, baby.”

“Please don’t listen to the voice messages I left.”

Jungkook meets Taehyung’s eyes. He is smirking playfully while Taehyung seems embarrassed.

“I am serious.”

“You know that I really wanna do it now, don’t you?”

“No. They’re stupid”, Taehyung says and hooks his hands in Jungkook’s briefs.

Rip!

“Hey!” Jungkook gasps, watching with big eyes as Taehyung throws his destroyed briefs over his shoulders, “what the hell? I told you that I’ll do it, didn’t I? Huh? Where did you get that lube from? Tae wait, what are you doing?”

Taehyung scrambles onto Jungkook’s lap higher and pushes him down into the rug again. Jungkook moans, connecting with the floor in a low thump.

“Tae give me a min- holy fuck”, Jungkook gasps and arches his back, gripping Taehyung’s waist desperately. Taehyung is jerking his cock quickly, using lube to make it slip easier, “Tae…holy fuck ahmmm”, he purrs deeply, looking just a little dazed.

“I need you”, Taehyung chokes out and positions himself over Jungkook’s cock.

“Tae, you didn’t even stretch”, Jungkook gasps, sitting up in horror as he watches his terribly unprepared boyfriend lower his hips closer and closer to his cock. He grips his hips, tries to stop him but too late. His unstretched hole comes in contact with Jungkook girthy cockhead. The resistance even hurts Jungkook and he has the easier job of sinking in, “baby, stop that.”

“Be quiet”, Taehyung murmurs and stubbornly pushes down. He rim protests in stinging pain.

“Hey, you’ll hurt yourself, hey”, Jungkook tries to stop him. He really, really does, but Taehyung is stubborn and he is desperate for cock.

He tries harder. Jungkook’s thick tip breaches his hole. The resistance breaks with a snap and then Taehyung sinks down three inches within the blink of an eye.

“Ah”, he lets out, convulsing in obvious discomfort.

“Holy fuck, you’re so tight”, Jungkook croaks, gasping for air as his brows shoot up in surprise.

Taehyung sobs, pushing his hips down even if his hole begs him to stop.

“Hey stop it please Tae”, Jungkook speaks softly but with worry in his voice, “come on, get off. I’ll eat you out, finger you until you’re loose.”

“Shut up”, Taehyung spits, finally lifting his head and giving Jungkook view of his tear-stained face, “I don’t want to be stretched. I don’t care about the pain, I just want to be with you again. Stop telling me to get off of you. Do you not want me? Is that it?” he babbles and sobs.

“Tae, no”, Jungkook gasps, cradling his cheeks, “of course I want you. Hey, don’t cry, hey it’s okay”, he whispers and begins littering his face with worried kisses.

“Then stop saying that”, Taehyung gets out and whimpers.

Jungkook bottoms out. Taehyung’s walls are almost painfully tight around his cock, his rim squeezes so harshly around his base that it feels as if he was wearing a cockring.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna make you cry. I just worry”, Jungkook whispers and wipes his tears, “doesn’t it hurt?”

“I don’t care. I want to be with you”, Taehyung says and drops his face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck. He hugs him, burying his left hand deep in his hair and gripping his upper arm with his right hand, “please I want to be with you, please.”

“You can, baby. I’m not going anywhere”, Jungkook assures him, hugging him gently as his hand dances up and down his back.

“Do you want me?”

“Of course I do. I want you so bad.”

“Then show me.”

“What?”

“Show me”, Taehyung insists louder, squeezing Jungkook against him, “show me please”, he adds and whimpers as he tries to move on Jungkook’s cock.

The younger vampire understands. He wants him to do the fucking. Jungkook pushes his legs apart for better support and rolls his hips up. His cock has a hard time shifting inside Taehyung. The pained moan Taehyung releases was expected by Jungkook.

“Don’t you want to take it slow? I can barely move”, Jungkook says.

Taehyung shakes his head, giving his hair an impatient tug.

“Fine. One more time. I’ll move now”, Jungkook says and rolls his hips up.

Taehyung moans painfully again, scraping his nails over Jungkook’s scalp.

“Again. Now”, Jungkook warns him and bucks his hips up.

It is difficult for him to listen to Taehyung’s pained noises. He pulls him closer, trying to ease the pain by spreading his buttocks. It eases some of the pressure around his shaft, he hopes that it eases some of the burn for Taehyung as well.

“Again. Now”, he says and fucks his cock into his tight hole.

Taehyung shudders, fleeing the thrust instinctively.

“Please say something. Are you okay?” Jungkook begs and slides his fingers to Taehyung’s hole to soothe it. He rubs his burning rim in circular motions, keeping his hips still for now.

“It feels so good.”

“No, it doesn’t. You’re fleeing.”

“Please, I’m begging you, please”, Taehyung begs and sobs against Jungkook’s neck, “please don’t stop.”

“Fuck”, Jungkook gets out, gripping Taehyung’s ass to spread it. He rolls his hips up, biting down on his lower lip because the squeeze is incredibly intense. Taehyung’s tight walls basically drag Jungkook’s skin over his own cockhead, giving him sensations normally only a tight handjob brings with it. He drops his hips, squeezing Taehyung’s buttocks before he thrusts up again. It drags and drags and drags. He drops again.

“Fuck, I think you need more lube.”

“No, it’s perfect. Please.”

“It feels like your ass is fucking jerking me off. It’s so tight.”

“Good”, Taehyung convulses in a grateful sob, pressing his hips back onto Jungkook’s cock, “I’m serving you. Owner gets jerked with my useless ass.”

Jungkook throbs inside Taehyung. He widens his eyes, staring at the room with held breath.

“Owner?”

“I’m your property.”

“Tae”, Jungkook croaks and buries his right hand in his hair, “holy fuck, what are you saying?”

“Please tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re my owner.”

“I am. I fucking own you. Holy fuck, Tae”, Jungkook gets out and growls deeply, gripping Taehyung’s waist to keep his hips still. He fucks up into him. The pressure is still there, the squeeze of his rim didn’t get less.

Taehyung moans painfully, arching his back as he begs to be fucked through it.

“Keep breathing. I own you and I want you to fucking breathe for me, property. Understood?”

“Yes”, Taehyung mewls, nodding his head vigorously. He is drifting away into a headspace he hasn’t been in for a long time. Jungkook should have never ever been gone for as long as he did, because Taehyung should have never left this headspace for as long as he had to.

“That’s it. I like when you behave. I’ll do it again. Breathe in.”

Taehyung obeys.

“And out.”

Taehyung obeys for a second and then Jungkook’s cock stretching his hole makes him sob instead.  

“In.”

Taehyung obeys. It doesn’t hurt when Jungkook pulls out. It feels good. Like something, which wasn’t supposed to be there, is finally getting removed. Of course that’s it. Jungkook’s cock is still an unwanted object for his hole. Of course it feels good when he pulls out and therefore removes it.

“Out.”

Taehyung obeys. The burn returns. Taehyung can barely exhale before his throat produces another pained whimper. He pushes back. He wants it to stop burning. He needs his body to understand that Jungkook isn’t unwanted, that his cock is familiar to his hole and that he is exactly where he is supposed to be. His heart knows, his brain as well, so why does his body refuse to acknowledge it?

“In.”

Taehyung obeys.

“Out.”

A second then it hurts and he whimpers.

“Why?” he sobs.

“What’s the matter?”

“Why doesn’t it get it? Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not foreign. Why doesn’t it get it?”

“Who?”

“My body”, Taehyung lifts his head to stare at Jungkook with widened, teary eyes, “why doesn’t it want to accept you back? I want to have you back so bad. Why is it making it so hard?”

Jungkook frowns.

“Don’t look at me this way. Please, I’m not crazy.”

“Hey. Stop that”, Jungkook says and lifts him off his lap. He gets on his knees, carrying Taehyung in his arms. He keeps his cock inside because he is aware that if he pulled out, Taehyung might have a mental breakdown. It is obvious in how desperately he clings to him instantly and how he tries to clench even if that makes it hurt even more.

“You’re not crazy. You’re just impatient”, Jungkook speaks to him softly and full of patience. He lies him down on his back, supporting his head until it is safely engulfed in the fur of his rug. He pulls out.

“No. Please”, Taehyung begs, trying to pull him back with his legs around his hips, but Jungkook shakes them off. He grabs for him next, “please. Please don’t do this, please.”

“It’s okay, just keep breathing”, Jungkook assures him and takes Taehyung’s legs to slide them off his hips. He struggles for a bit as Taehyung tries to use his strength against him, “come on”, is all Jungkook needs to say for Taehyung’s legs to fall off of him like limp, useless things. 

“That’s better”, Jungkook praises and positions himself over Taehyung. 

Taehyung looks up at him. Sniffly, teary eyed and pouty. His normally big hands are balled into tiny fists, resting on his chest this way. 

“Who knows what’s best for you?” Jungkook speaks in a soft voice, staring deep into his eyes.

“You”, Taehyung whispers.

“That’s right. And what does that mean for you?” 

“Owner controls me.”

“That too, but…”

“I, I have to let you do what needs to, to be done.”

“Good job”, Jungkook praises and rewards Taehyung with kisses to his overly sensitive neck. 

Taehyung moans shakily instantly, rolling his head to the side as far as it can go. Every kiss placed onto his skin feels better than the one before. Every kiss painted onto his body leaves him trembling for Jungkook. It feels so good to be adored.

Jungkook doesn’t stay on his neck for as long as Taehyung would have wanted him to, but he doesn’t get to complain because he makes up for it by kissing his way down to his nipples and taking them into his mouth. 

Taehyung opens his legs as far as he can. He arches his back, gasps for air and whimpers even louder. His cock is throbbing, his hole is clenching and his veins are filling with electricity. It feels so good. Jungkook feels so good.

And again, he doesn’t stay on his nipples for as long as Taehyung wanted him too. And again, Taehyung doesn’t mind because he makes up for it.

Jungkook straightens up, kneeling by Taehyung’s side, and wraps his arms around Taehyung’s right thigh. He lifts his lower body off the ground and twists it just enough that he has access to his hole. He moans as he buries his face between his ass, closing his eyes because there is no sweeter taste to him.

Taehyung wails up in pleasure, gripping the fur of the rug and twisting it desperately just as Jungkook twists his body to gain access to his hole. He soothes the burn with eager licks, drawing the first moan of honest pleasure from Taehyung’s lips.

Jungkook purrs, furrowing his brows in bliss. Taehyung tastes like sweet lube and hints of his own cock. He licks it off of him eagerly until only the taste of his hole remains. Addictive. His taste is a fucking drug to Jungkook. He growls and buries his face deeper until his nose is surrounded by his musk and sweet scent.

“Kook…”

“You taste so good, holy fuck”, Jungkook lulls and fucks his tongue deeper, grinding his nose against his ass this way. 

Taehyung whines and wiggles, trying to flee because it feels too good to handle. It triggers Jungkook’s hunting instincts, resulting in the Ripper to wrap his strong arms around Taehyung’s hips and keep them still this way. He growls into him, shoving his wet tongue into his hole in an almost punishing rhythm.

“Kook”, Taehyung wails into the rug, “please. Please Kook please.”

Jungkook answers him in growls and his tongue curling deep inside. His biceps is tensing, his fingers are bruising the soft parts of Taehyung’s waist. He can beg all he wants, Jungkook is going to show him how well he can prepare him.

He hates when Taehyung is impatient. It angers him. His boyfriend shouldn’t hurt himself just because he is too needy for his own sake. He should take it slow, stretch until his hole is shaped for Jungkook. His impatience is offensive to Jungkook. How dare he not take the best care of himself. How dare he neglect himself.

“It’s too much please, it’s too much”, Taehyung begs, grabbing bundles of the rug far above his head so he can drag himself away from Jungkook’s eager mouth.

Jungkook breaks away from him, hunting him with a deep growl of his name.

“Don’t flee”, he orders, grabbing Taehyung’s hips to drag him back.

Taehyung slides over the rug with a squeak and his trembling fingers losing grip on the rug.

“When I tell you that I wanna prepare you, you’re supposed to arch your back and let me do my fucking thing. Understood?”

“It feels too good, I can’t do this”, Taehyung mewls, fighting his boyfriend’s grip just so he can pull him back again. He loves this so much. To be so desired to be taken forcefully turns him on so much. This is exactly what he needed. He needed to be hunted and claimed.

“I don’t care. You’re gonna feel good. Now arch your back.”

Taehyung whimpers, getting to his knees and elbows to arch his back.

“That’s better. Such a good property”, Jungkook praises and buries his face back between Taehyung’s buttocks. He sucks and licks eagerly, feasting on his taste like a starved man.

“Kook please”, Taehyung chokes out, dropping his face on his own lower arm. He pulls his lips back in a mewl, furrowing his brows. He never should have gotten to his knees. It is difficult to keep the position when Jungkook makes his thighs shake so much.

It is moments like these which remind the two men how useless the passage of time is to them. The night ages, but they are still the same. Jungkook takes a lot of time feasting on his boyfriend’s sculpted ass. By the time he finally lifts his head again, Taehyung soaked the rug with his leaking cock and his legs barely want to support him.

“Holy fuck Tae”, Jungkook groans, “holy fuck, I need to bottle your taste so I can always have it. Holy fuck”, he moans and licks a thick stripe along Taehyung’s spine. He forces him onto the ground this way, using his body weight for it. It is an easy task to pin down Taehyung. He lets it happen willingly, tilting his head into unnatural angles just so Jungkook has access to his throat. Jungkook claims it with a guttural moan and his tongue leaving wet strips of ownership on his skin.

“Who do you belong to?” Jungkook rasps.

“You”, Taehyung whimpers.

Jungkook purrs, wrapping his stronger arm around Taehyung’s throat so he can take him into a headlock.

“Who owns you?”

“You.”

Jungkook drags Taehyung into a different position so he was spooning him. They are so close this way. Jungkook’s thick, swollen cock presses against Taehyung’s ass this way. Taehyung gasps for air in the tight headlock, drooling all over Jungkook’s arm.

“Who dictates your every step?”

“You”, Taehyung presses out and trembles.

“That’s right”, Jungkook closes his arm tighter around Taehyung, dragging his parted lips over his temple. He runs his other hand down his side, sliding it under his thigh, “lift your leg.”

Taehyung obeys happily, panting in excitement. Now it is finally time. He was patient and Jungkook will finally reward him with his cock. He lifts his bent leg as high as he can, arching his back so Jungkook has even better access to his needy hole.

“There we go. Such a good property”, Jungkook rasps and fills Taehyung’s hole.

With his finger. One of it. He is being purposefully cruel at this point. Taehyung could easily take three.

Taehyung huffs out air as much as he whimpers, pressing back into Jungkook’s hand in an attempt to get more.

Jungkook watches with a dirty grin on his lips, keeping his finger still so he can feel every desperate clench Taehyung’s hole is doing.

“Please”, Taehyung begs.

“Please what?”

“More. Please more.”

“But Tae. I need to prepare you.”

“Please Owner, please don’t do this to me, please”, Taehyung chokes out and grips Jungkook’s lower arm, “please, I need more please.”

“You’re adorable”, Jungkook rasps and buries two more fingers in Taehyung’s hole.

He can literally feel the relief in Taehyung’s sigh, watch it in the way his entire body relaxes and smell it in the thick droplets of pleasure seeping from his cock. He was so tense, but suddenly grows limp in Jungkook’s arms. As if Jungkook’s fingers pressed a button and shed his body of every burden ever.

His eyes roll back and close halfway, his mouth opens without ever closing. This is true bliss. This is how he looks when he finally experiences true bliss.

Jungkook feels a warm tug on his heart, his stomach flutters. He has the prettiest boyfriend. Look at him relaxing on his fingers. Look at him getting high on the feeling of them. Look at him being so perfect.

Jungkook leans down and kisses his cheek, keeping close afterwards. He begins moving inside him, fucking his fingers in and out slowly and curling them each time they press against his prostate.

“You’re so pretty”, Jungkook whispers.

“Kook”, Taehyung keens, spilling tears on his arm. He is pretty. He is desired, he is loved, he is wanted. His body grows so weak in relief that his leg drops and his hands slip from Jungkook’s lower arm.

“Hurts?” Jungkook asks, chasing him.

“More.”

Jungkook obeys, burying his pinkie inside him as well. His hole welcomes him greedily, swallowing his hand until he sits inside him to his knuckles. He throbs and convulses around him, burying his face in Jungkook’s arm. His moan is muffled like this, Jungkook feels it against his skin.

“Isn’t that so much better, hm?” Jungkook whispers deeply, “to let me prepare you and show you how slutty your hole can get? Mhm? Isn’t that so much better?”

“Yes”, Taehyung mewls, nodding his head vigorously. He pulls his lips back again, squeezing his eyes shut, “ah, ah, a-ah.”

“Keep moaning for me, that’s it. Such a good property. Fuck, I own the best boy”, Jungkook praises, twisting his hand deep inside Taehyung.

“Ohgnng”, Taehyung chokes out through gritted teeth, twisting a bundle of the fur rug. Jungkook watches it happen, just as he watches how much his fingers shook as he did it.

He repeats what he did before. Hand deep inside him. Twist it. Left and right, left and right, left and right. Shape his hole, stretch his rim, fill his walls. Twist, twist, twist.

Taehyung begins shaking so sweetly, drooling so much onto Jungkook’s arm that it is running down his sculpted paths by now.

Out again. Jungkook picks up the thick, wet pleasure Taehyung’s cock leaks and covers his hand with it. 

“How’s my boy doing, hm?”

“Good…”

“That’s good to hear. Such a good property, I love owning you so much. Now breathe for me.”

Taehyung obeys, feeling dizzy. This is the best and safest headspace he has ever been in. He is owned. Desired. Pretty. Wanted. Taken care of. He is so safe. So, so safe. 

Back again. Jungkook fills his boyfriend with his hand. No fingers left out. Hand slickened by Taehyung and body so close to him. Taehyung takes Jungkook’s fist as if he was born to do so, sobbing into his arm because nothing will ever prepare him for the fullness. There is no resistance, no pain. Just pleasure and the ecstatic knowledge that he is able to take an entire hand. His rim sits around Jungkook’s wrist, his walls pulsate around his hand.

“How’s that?”

“Good”, Taehyung whimpers, throbbing around Jungkook’s fist.

Jungkook curses under his breath, and drags his lips to Taehyung’s ear.

“You take a fist like no other, Tete”, he whispers raspily, twisting it inside him.

“You’re making me climax”, Taehyung mewls, convulsing around his fist.

“I am?”

He nods his head vigorously.

“Do you want it?”

He shakes his head vigorously.

“I figured. That’s my good property, you know your fucking place”, Jungkook praises and pulls his hand out.

Taehyung hole complains loudly, gaping around nothing.

“Oh god, it hurts”, Taehyung whines, twitching in the agony of getting edged.

“I know”, Jungkook says and sits up. He slides his arm from under Taehyung’s head and grabs the older vampire’s hips to lift them and fix his position. He turns his body so he was resting on his tummy, then places his hips back into the rug. He fixes the position of his bent leg, running his palm up the back of his thigh. He pushes his hips into the rug, forcing a shaky whimper to escape Taehyung because the movement grinds his cock against the fur. It sticks to his cock and feels rough. Taehyung opens his trembling fingers just so he can bury them deeper in the fur.

“There we go. You’re such a good property, letting me fix you like you’re my pretty doll.” 

Taehyung mewls, shaking as if Jungkook just fucked him deep and hard. He loves being a doll. He especially loves being Jungkook’s doll. He loves it so, so much.

Sometimes, when Jungkook makes him feel especially safe, he slips into a doll-like headspace and when that happens, Jungkook truly controls everything which happens to Taehyung. He carries him around, fixes his positions, plays with him, dresses him up and most importantly bundles him in cozy blankets once he is done. And Taehyung loves every second of it, feeling so so safe that sometimes he ends up crying happy tears in Jungkook’s arms.

Taehyung loves being Jungkook’s pretty doll. He loves it so, so much.

Jungkook’s hands leave his body. Taehyung lies limp just like Jungkook’s pretty doll is supposed to, waiting for him impatiently patient. The sound of something being twisted open meets Taehyung’s ear, the sound of something being placed aside follows. A slight wet sound, then something seems to spread the wetness. Silence.

Jungkook’s left hand touches his butt and spreads it apart. Cool wetness touches his rim. Pressure. A stretch. It is nothing in comparison to Jungkook’s fist.

Taehyung mewls, trying to make sense of what is happening. Jungkook just inserted something in his hole, he knows that much, but it doesn’t feel like his fist nor his cock. It is hard and has plastic rills all over it.

Something cold and wet begins filling him up.

“Wh-what?” Taehyung gets out, reaching behind himself until he can hold Jungkook’s wrist, “what are you doing to me? What are you putting inside?”

“Do you feel it?”

“Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

“Cold. Wet.”

“Guess”, Jungkook says and more of it begins filling up his insides.

It is liquid. Very obviously. Taehyung tries to think even if his brain is getting scrambled. Liquid. Jungkook clearly opened something. Whatever is inside his ass feels hard like plastic and has the exact rills on its shaft like a bottle does. The lube bottle. Jungkook is feeding him lube straight from the bottle.

“Lube”, Taehyung gets out and whimpers, arching his back into the sensation.

“That’s right. I’m giving you a good, thick lube enema. Mhm? I know you like that, property.”

Taehyung sobs, convulsing desperately. Jungkook chuckles almost tauntingly.

“I knew you would like that”, he says and stops applying pressure on the bottle, “you know what to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Jungkook pulls out the bottle. Taehyung tries to clench instantly, but fails. There is just way too much lube inside and Jungkook’s fist stretched him too wide. The lube seeps out of him in big, gooey globs, covering his ass on its way down.

“Sorry”, he squeaks, reaching behind himself in a desperate attempt to scoop it up and put it back inside. It doesn’t work. All it does is get his fingers messy.

“You’re cute”, Jungkook chuckles and swats his hands away, “you won’t get anywhere like this. Let me”, he says and presses Taehyung’s hips snug against the floor.

He pushes his cock between his ass, feeding his dripping hole his cock in one good thrust.

“Ah!” Taehyung screams up, throwing his head back. 

“There we go, that’s gonna keep it inside”, Jungkook lulls and chases the sensation with sensual rolls of his hips.

Taehyung curls his toes, arches his back, clenches his hole, shakes. He can’t control any of the reactions washing over his body. He finally gets fucked by Jungkook. He needed his cock like nothing else. It doesn’t hurt anymore, it simply feels wonderful. The stretch is nice. The girth and impressive length fills him up so well and because Jungkook put so much fucking lube up his ass, there is not even a hint of friction. 

“How’s that, my doll?” Jungkook asks him, running his big hands along Taehyung’s soft sides until he has his waist between his fingers.

“Faster, please”, Taehyung squeaks out.

“Like this?” Jungkook asks as his hips pick up speed skilfully. He keeps Taehyung pinned down with both hands on his lower back and his huge thighs caging in Taehyung’s. 

“Kook, Koo-ook, oh god Kook!” Taehyung moans, throwing his head back as best as possible.

“That’s so much better. Fuck, I love fucking your ass when it’s like that”, Jungkook growls, drilling his huge cock up his boyfriend’s noisy hole, “don’t give me any of that unprepared, tight shit. Fuck, I love it most when you’re stretched. So fucking good, you’re such a good fucking property. Fuck.” 

“Owner, ah Owner please.”

“Please what? Use your words.” 

“Harder. Please!”

“You drive me fucking insane”, Jungkook growls and puts strength into his fast movements. Skin slaps against skin, lube spreads everywhere.

Taehyung wails, convulsing under him in pure ecstasy. He is getting drilled like a fucking animal. His hole keeps squirting lube, his ass keeps jiggling with each impact. He can feel Jungkook’s hip bones bruise his ass. It will begin hurting soon. Good. That means he is getting fucked hard and fast. 

“Harder please! Harder!”

“Urgh Tae”, Jungkook spits and bares his fangs in an angry scowl. He doesn’t hold back anymore. He isn’t human and neither is Taehyung. There is no fragility needing to be considered, no weak bones or long healing times. Jungkook doesn’t need to hold back and it’s fucking glorious. 

The marble under his knees cracks and breaks, forcing him to sink just a little deeper into Taehyung because of the sudden dent in the floor. Jungkook growls, breaking marble again as his toes try to grip. 

“Fuck Tae. Fuck”, he spits, chasing the ecstasy of being so fucking free. No restraints. No fucking restraints. Freedom. Hot, wet freedom lies right between Taehyung’s legs and he is the only one getting it. He is getting all of it. Fucking all of it.

Taehyung wails, clawing at the rug because somehow he still hadn’t expected Jungkook to go so berserk on him. He wanted it, knew that Jungkook could do it and yet he still wasn’t ready. It feels so good that Taehyung swears he is in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. That would explain why his prostate burns so much and why his stomach keeps convulsing. 

“You’re making my fucking cock grow. Holy fuck, Tae”, Jungkook growls and Taehyung swears he might rip his hole apart.

He reaches behind himself, clawing at Jungkook’s wrists until the younger vampire takes his hands and pins them above his head. He growls above him like a predator, drilling his fully grown vampire cock into his hole. Not an inch he leaves out. Not an inch misses out on Taehyung’s wet, burning insides. 

“Stay still”, Jungkook commands in a demonic voice. He breathes in through gritted teeth, making a deep grumbling sound as he does. He breathes out, the grumbling is louder, bordering that of a growl. 

“Big.” 

“Yeah, I’m big. So fucking big”, Jungkook hisses and squeezes Taehyung’s wrists together, “take me. Take all of me. You’re my property. Holy fuck, I fucking own you. You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine”, his voice loses more and more of its humanity the longer he chants. 

Taehyung is crying at this point, drooling into the rug as his nose becomes a snotty mess. It is obvious by now, he can’t stop fucking cumming. Jungkook’s cock is so big. His hips are punishing. His grip possessive and his words territorial. It makes Taehyung cum without a break in between.

“Mine. You’re mine. Mine, urgh Tae”, Jungkook growls and gives in. He buries his fangs deep in Taehyung’s neck, forcing the older vampire to scream up in a mixture of shock, pleasure and discomfort. 

Taehyung tries to flee, writhe away, get the fangs out his neck. Jungkook doesn’t let him shake him off. He slams his hand onto the back of Taehyung’s head and applies pressure. The fangs in his neck grow, his cock does as well. Jungkook is losing his humanity. Even the last little bit of it. He is an animal, a monster. This is his truest form.

Jungkook growls and huffs out air like an angry bull, sucking on Taehyung’s neck as if his life depended on it.

Sudden acidic burning fills Taehyung’s veins. It truly hurts, forcing him to writhe under Jungkook helplessly. And the most fucked up part of it? Taehyung has to fucking squirt because of it. He reaches behind himself and twists Jungkook’s hair to pull him tighter to his neck while his own grown cock squirts into the rug.

Jungkook growls and moans, shooting his acid deep into Taehyung’s neck just as his huge cock shoots far up his ass. His. Taehyung is his. He makes sure that his body remembers in more ways than one. Pumped full of his cum and his acid, Taehyung is truly and perfectly marked as Jungkook’s possession. 

Jungkook tenses up soon, dropping onto Taehyung as paralysation sets in. His huge cock is still throbbing inside him, his mouth is open and leaking saliva diluted blood all over Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung is destined to lie still and let Jungkook regain his control. He is heavy and stiff on top of him, his hot breath smells like blood and acid. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, crying softly. He is owned. He loves being owned. This just healed him. To be a prey so desired, to be devoured and brought to his limits. Taehyung feels so beautiful knowing that he could get Jungkook to lose control in such ways. He was desirable to him. He was good. Taehyung feels so beautiful and loved. So, so loved.

Jungkook begins moving soon, huffing out growled breaths as he pushes himself up onto his hands. He is still dripping blood from his mouth, his face is contorted into his truest form. Taehyung stays still, not daring to move and check up on him. Jungkook sounds scary and Taehyung has been reduced to a trembling, scared little thing. A happy thing, but scared nonetheless.

Jungkook pulls out of Taehyung’s ass and grips the lube bottle. He flips it to the bottle side and pushes it into Taehyung’s gaped asshole. This is calculated. This had a reason. Taehyung shouldn’t close up yet, he shouldn’t lose Jungkook’s cum. The bottle was the only thing big enough to fill his gape.

Taehyung whimpers, writhing helplessly. 

“Don’t move. If I come back and see you having spilled my cum, I’m gonna hurt you till you’re crying. Got it?” Jungkook commands in a demonic voice and gives the bottle a soft push.

“Yes”, Taehyung squeaks.

“Good. Pray to my fucking name until I’m back”, Jungkook orders and stands up to leave Taehyung fucked and used up on the rug. 

He is stumbling and panting, using furniture and walls to support himself. Humanity has to return to him. Jungkook is fighting the voices on his way outside.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and does what Jungkook asked him to do. He starts praying. Praying to Jungkook’s name as if his life depended on it. The bottle in his ass is cold and therefore hurts. Jungkook shoved it so far up his ass that it is impossible to push it out. Not that he wants to push it out. It isn’t Jungkook’s cock though. Taehyung begins trembling as he begins missing him.

As if he sensed his boyfriend’s longing, Jungkook returns. He kneels down behind Taehyung and touches his lower back. 

“You kept it inside. Good job”, he praises and pulls the bottle outside. 

Taehyung hole makes a slutty sound and stays gaping. Part of his insides is showing itself to Jungkook. The latter traces it with his fingers, forcing whimpers out of Taehyung.

“I love when you gape”, Jungkook says and touches his thick rim with the tip of a buttplug. 

Taehyung tenses up, arching into the toy. He knows what it is. He can’t wait for it. 

Jungkook stops teasing and pushes. His gaped hole takes the toy easily, closing snug around it. It is a huge toy, but it is the only toy which could possibly fit right now. Jungkook shifts it from side to side until he is happy with its placement, then dances his hand to Taehyung’s inner thigh.

“There we go, now you’ll stay my property until I set you free”, he says and flips Taehyung with a push to his thigh. 

Taehyung rolls over happily, looking up at Jungkook with glassy, devoted eyes. The latter continues caressing his inner thighs studying his cum covered cock and messy stomach. His vampiric face looks back at Taehyung. Black blood covers his chin, neck and parts of his chest.

“This wasn’t the last time I pump into you”, Jungkook says, “got it? The night’s still young and the estate’s empty for another three days. You’re gonna leak my cum for a week once I’m done with you.” 

Taehyung whimpers, nodding his head obediently. 

“Good that you understand.”

Taehyung lowers his eyes.

“You’re a bully.” 

“You get off on it.” 

Taehyung glances at him. Jungkook’s hard expression softens. Humanity returns to his eyes. 

“How are you doing?” he asks him, massaging his waist gently. 

“Ruined. I feel used up.”

“You are. I used you up”, Jungkook says and climbs over Taehyung. He takes the latter’s hands and pins them above his head, looking down at him with warm eyes, “but I own you, so I can do whatever I want with you.” 

“You fed from me.” 

“You always say that I can.” 

“You can”, Taehyung blinks tears away, “I feel your acid fight my healing.” 

“Is it unbearable? I’ll suck it outta you.”

“It’s not. It’s proof.” 

“Proof?”

“Proof that I’m yours. That I’m your possession”, he spills tears, “that you want me.” 

“Tae”, Jungkook returns. The loving, soft-spoken Jungkook returns. He cradles Taehyung’s cheeks and wipes his tears. He kisses his trembling lips and kisses his closed lids until his lips taste nothing but salty tears, “Tae, of course I want you. Tae, come on. Of course I do.”

“I know”, Taehyung whispers and smiles, “I just need to know for myself. I was so scared that you would forget me.”

“You were?”

Their eyes meet, racing between each other as Jungkook keeps caressing his cheeks and Taehyung holds his waist. He is sitting on Taehyung’s stomach, putting weight on it. 

Taehyung nods his head, “I’ve analysed every photograph you sent me. I’ve memorized every face which wasn’t yours. They all look like your type.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “you are my type. Our poly family is my type. Not them. They’re just people who like the same sport as me. You were never in danger.” 

“I wasn’t?” 

“Of course not. Why do you think I came here a week earlier than planned?”

“Because you wanted your bed back?”

“No silly, because I missed you”, Jungkook says, pinching his cheek softly.

“Really?” Taehyung breathes.

“Of course. God Tae, I could never forget you my silly boy”, Jungkook says and begins peppering his face with kisses.

“Really?”

“Of course, my baby. Have you looked at yourself?” 

Taehyung lowers his eyes shyly, “I don’t know.”

Jungkook sits up and clicks his tongue in distaste, looking down at Taehyung with a disapproving gleam in his eyes, “good, now I know where I’m fucking you next.”

Taehyung gawks up at him with parted lips and bated breath.

“In front of the mirror so I can show you all the things I love about you.” 

“Oh”, Taehyung lets out and giggles. 

Jungkook scrunches his nose, chuckling fondly. He pinches Taehyung’s cheek, leaning down to kiss it afterwards.

“You’re cute. I love you, my teddybear.” 

“I love you too, my snugglebunny.” 

The two vampires exchange a giddy look before Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He climbs off of Taehyung for the sole reason of picking him up bridal style. 

“Where are we going?” Taehyung gasps, pressing himself closer instinctively.

“In front of the mirror. We’re continuing. I promise to be gentle this time around.”

“Already?” 

“Got a problem with that?” 

“No”, Taehyung giggles and leans his head onto Jungkook’s shoulder, “no, I don’t.”  

Today is Thirstday kind of day (I'm on my period), so rereading this was very much needed 😅

↳ Index [Snippet #06 - A Favour]

“You and Jungkook take Taehyungs virginity.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut

Warnings: threesome, heavy mxm action in the form of a blowjob, and it’s a rough blowjob like damn, fxm action as well, making-out, lotsa fumbling, a handjob, safe sex, penetrative sex, dirty talk, some piercing play, and a little tattoo worhsip, also some titties fumbling too lol, subby!Taehyung who is horny big times and a little shy, Taehyung has a dick piercing, mostly Taehyung’s POV, tattooed!Jungkook, tattooed!Taehyung, some fluffy aftercare and cuddling

Wordcount: 6.4k

a/n: Yes, you read that right. I am a horny hoe and I couldn’t resist. I just had to write a threesome with my two biker badboys. Let me LIVE 😩 I hope you guys enjoy it, because I surely did writing it hahaha help 😩🤧💜

Taehyung came over to visit you for a few days. He had gotten a week off from culinary school and decided to spend a few days with you and Jungkook up north. You were thrilled to welcome him in your home. And even if he spent most of his time alone, chilling in your little log cabin because you and Jungkook were busy working, Taehyung really enjoyed his time up north. And you and Jungkook enjoyed having him over too, especially because each night when you came home, exhausted and drained from work, a five star meal was waiting for you. Taehyung really is an amazing cook. 

It was the second night and dinner when the conversation shifted to something more, let’s call it intimate. 

“I just, I don’t know, I really don’t want to have a relationship in the near future, I just-”, Taehyung took a deep breath and continued speaking, “-sometimes I feel so ashamed to still be a virgin. You know?” 

“There is no shame in that hyung, don’t beat yourself up about it. Especially because your mental health took so many years from you. It’s totally okay to start later in life, now that you feel better again”, Jungkook assured him with a gentle pat to the head. 

“Yeah, you’ll lose your virginity when you lose it. There is no stress to it”, you agreed. 

“It’s not that, it’s just”, Taehyung struggled with his words. Whatever he had wanted to say was clearly embarrassing for him. 

“Yeah?” 

“Sometimes I wish to experience it. You know? How, how it feels like to have sex.” 

At that you and Jungkook exchanged a look. 

It was the third night of Taehyung staying with you when you brought up the topic of his virginity again. The three of you were watching a movie, given how it was finally Friday and you wanted to relax with a trashy action movie. You and Jungkook were cuddled up together, sharing a candy bar and Taehyung had made himself comfortable with his back resting against Jungkook’s arm. 

“You know Tae, me and Kook have been talking”, you start. There was a hectic action scene playing out on screen, so speaking wasn’t going to distract from the plot. Not that this movie had lots of plot in the first place. 

“About what?” Taehyung asks, eyes not breaking away from the television. 

“We wanna take your virginity”, Jungkook says. 

“What?!”, Taehyung yells, shooting up straight, “I’m sorry what??”, his squeals, eyes comically big. 

Czytaj dalej

Young ogc!couple had so much fun with Taehyung in the past ☺ it was so so so HOT 🔥

↳ Index [Snippet #09 - A Regular Thing]

“When you and Jungkook fulfill Taehyung’s wish to get fucked.”

Genre: Smut 

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader x Taehyung 

Warnings: dom!Reader, switch!Jungkook, sub!Taehyung, threesome, mxm & fxm action, protected sex, oral (m.receiving), rimjob, anal fingering, anal sex, pegging, use of buttplugs, lotsa lube, some light bondage, some overstimulation, use of cockrings, mentions of a vibrator, some voyerism, tattooed & pierced!Jungkook, tattooed & pierced!Taehyung, dirty talk, some praising, and a lil degradation, also sum spanking & hair pulling cause Kook is a painslut, also he calls her Mistress, fluffy aftercare

Wordcount: 4.9k

a/n: Someone needs to stop me, they are ruining me hngngng

It wasn’t supposed to be such a regular thing. A twice in a lifetime thing, yes. Maybe even a thrice in a lifetime thing. But not such a regular thing. 

And yet here you were, licking at Taehyung’s cock whilst Jungkook was busy with eating your ass.

The later is grunting, burying his tongue deeper inside your hole. You gasp, fingers squeezing around Taehyung’s length. 

“F-fuck K-Kook”, you moan, hot breath fanning over Taehyung’s sensitive tip. 

Jungkook growls and goes deeper. His big, inked-up hands are spreading you apart, his nose rubbing against you. 

You moan, tongue slacking against Taehyung’s cock. The sensations are taking over you, sucking cock almost becomes impossible. 

But Taehyung is impatient, bucking his hips up desperately. 

“More, I want more”, he begs, voice unbearably hoarse. 

He had overused it just twenty minutes ago, when Jungkook pressed a vibrator to his cock until he felt like screaming. Not that he could climax. Jungkook made sure of it when he pulled out a cockring and slipped it on his length. 

“Now we are matching hyung”, Jungkook told him proudly before showing off the cockring on his own dick. 

It made Taehyung roll his eyes, but deep down it kind of made his heart tingle a little. 

Taehyung moans, twisting the ropes which keep his arms stretched above his head. You have just taken him into your mouth, bopping your head up and down as you moan without shame. 

“Fuck ___ you’re so good." 

You sink down further until you feel him at the back of your tongue. Taehyung bucks his hips up, your name rolls off his tongue in a guttural moan. 

Jungkook opens his eyes, cock twitching at the view. Your back arched and contracting with every flick he does. Your mess of a hair bopping up and down as you fuck your mouth with Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung’s face scrunched up in pleasure and his knuckles white from gripping the ropes so tightly. Jungkook soaks up the view like a dry sponge. He slips his tongue out of your hole and licks his lips hungrily. 

"You guys make my cock so hard”, he growls, wrapping his fingers around his length. He starts jerking off slowly, connecting his mouth with your hole a moment later. 

Czytaj dalej

Taekook is just so adorable the way Tae helped jk when he was asleep 😭😭

Tag yourself I’m Hoseok 😂😂

This was so good 👍😍 all credits to the owner of this. I just wanted to reblog it cause it is so good 🥵🔥

Joyride | KTH & JJK

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: smut, strangers to lovers, College!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, smoking pot, kissing, grinding, fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job, masturbation (m), voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, sex on a beach (not the drink), unprotected sex (with bc), threesome, finger sucking, dick piercing, Taehyung has an oral fixation, grand theft auto, a bitch gets slapped, that bitch is Jimin

Word Count: 12.8K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Senior year spring break sucks, thanks to the annoying spoiled little rich boy who won't stop trying to get your attention. When a scenic drive in his ridiculously expensive sports car goes wrong, you meet two sexy mechanics who decide to teach him a lesson - and show you the real meaning of "joyride."

Destination: Miami, FL

A/N: Written as part of the Spring Break-ing The Rules collab hosted by @btshoneyhive! For some reason, when I read the prompt "breaking the rules," Taehyung and Jungkook immediately jumped to mind as the likely rulebreakers. Who wouldn't want to go for a forbidden joyride with those two?

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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The wind whips around you as the bright red sports car speeds down the bridge. The scenery outside your open window steals your breath away–nothing but clear blue skies above and tranquil turquoise waters below. Resting your arm on the molding, feeling the sun’s brilliant rays gently kiss your skin, you wish for the hundredth time that you were somewhere, anywhere other than paradise right now. 

“Hey sweetie?”

Clenching your jaw, you turn away from the stunning view outside the Lamborghini and face the source of your desire to be elsewhere. Sitting in the driver’s seat, one hand lazily resting on the wheel, sunglasses slightly lowered on his nose as he looks at you, Jimin flashes you a sickeningly sweet smile.  

“Can you close your window just a little? It’s starting to mess up my hair.” 

Oh, god forbid one strand of his luscious blonde locks should fall out of place. With a nod, you press the button to roll your window up, suppressing another sigh. 

When this trip ends and you get back to campus, you’re never letting your roommate make another decision for you, ever again.

Two months ago, you’d been standing in the tiny kitchen in your apartment, frowning at the hot plate that was taking way too long to heat up, when Jang-Mi had burst through the door. 

“Roooomieeee!” “In the kitchen!”

She’d bounded into the room, beaming from ear to ear, giggling like mad. You knew immediately the source of her elation. 

“What did Hoseok do today?” 

Hoseok was your roommate’s crush and the president of Beta Tau Sigma, the fraternity with the reputation for the wildest parties and the hottest members. Not to mention the richest - the entire frat seemed to consist of nothing but trust fund babies and the heirs to every mega-successful corporation in the country. Unfortunately, they always acted like they were entitled to whatever they wanted because of their wealth. 

As you loved to tell Jang-Mi, you can’t spell “spoiled brats” without BTS. 

For three years, you’d watched your friend moon over this (admittedly handsome, devilishly charming) man as he fucked his way around campus, before he finally shone his sunshiney smile her way. They’d been flirting up a storm in the last few weeks, and based on how she was practically dancing around the kitchen, you deduced that he must’ve finally made a move. 

“Pack your bags, roomie, we’re going to Miami!”

Once she was finished bouncing around the room, Jang-Mi explained that Beta Tau had reserved several floors of a swanky hotel in Miami for spring break, and one of the rooms was suddenly vacant thanks to a brother whose travel plans had already changed, so Hoseok had offered it to Jang-Mi. 

For free. 

Hoseok was your favorite of Beta Tau’s members, the only one who didn’t try to get by on his money and good looks alone, so if any of them were going to be generous, it’d be him. But still–without knowing the hotel, you could pretty much guarantee it was opulent and overpriced, so giving away a room to your roommate for an entire week was pretty incredible. He must’ve genuinely liked her.

“Are you serious? He’s offering you a spring break trip for free?”

Jang-Mi’s giddy effervescence was only slightly punctured by your incredulous tone. “Well, not the whole trip–we’d still have to find our way to Miami and back, but he’s giving us the room for free! He said the floors were paid for by one of the brothers’ dads, so there’s no need for me to give him any money for it. I’ve already been researching and there are some cheap flights and–you should really be more excited about this! Come on, senior year spring break! For cheeeeap!”

“You know, if you take the room, you’re probably going to have to fuck him,” you tease her. Jang-Mi rolled her eyes. “Oh, grow up, you know it’s not like that. But let’s be real, I’m already planning to, anyway. Come onnnnn, roomie!”

It wasn’t as if you weren’t dying to get away, anyway. Four years of busting your ass to get into medical school were coming to a head, exams and applications and interviews finally about to pay off, and you needed a fucking break. A chance to relax, have some fun. Why not Miami? Sure, when you pictured yourself on spring break, you didn’t imagine it’d be with the Beta Tau brats, but whatever, you could probably sneak away and plant yourself on the beach for a week without seeing any of them. 

You definitely weren’t in any position to turn down a free room, and you certainly weren’t about to let Jang-Mi go alone. 

“Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s go to Miami!”

Like you’d assumed, the hotel you were staying at was extravagant, a towering modern monolith of steel and glass glittering in the blinding Florida sun. The other hotel guests milling about at the entrance looked way posher than broke college students like you and your roommate, and a million miles (maybe a million dollars) away from the crowd at the motel you’d stayed at during last year’s spring break trip to Myrtle Beach. Somehow, you couldn’t picture these people setting up a slip-n-slide on the staircase between floors or drinking jungle juice out of a tub. 

Which was okay with you. All you wanted from this trip was the chance to relax, anyway. 

As you were dragging your suitcase off the airport shuttle, the sound of squealing tires caught your ear. A shiny red sports car zoomed into view, coming to a stop inches from where you and Jang-Mi stood, Lamborghini logo sparkling in the sun. An absolutely stunning blond man climbed out of the driver’s seat, clad in a green and white Gucci bomber jacket, and flipped his keys to the valet. He caught you looking and flashed you a charming smile and a wink. 

“Ooh, well, hello,” Jang-Mi muttered under her breath. “Looks like your ride is here, roomie.” 

You merely laughed as the two of you entered the lobby behind Mr. Gucci. Opulent didn’t even begin to describe the place–ornate chandeliers dripped from the ceiling, lighting the cavernous dark wood and chrome lobby. Fresh flowers decorated every surface, and a wall of windows behind the reception desk gave you a view of the dazzling courtyard, where three large pools laid separated by lounge chairs and palm trees. 

You could already see yourself lying on one of those chairs, all alone, sipping a cocktail from the cabana bar, enjoying the sun in silence.  Jang-Mi and Hoseok could have your room for the week, as far as you were concerned–you could just camp out by the pool 24/7. 

“Jimin!” At the sound of Hoseok’s voice, you and Jang-Mi turned towards the elevators. Hoseok emerged with a wide smile plastered across his handsome face, and strode across the lobby to hug Mr. Gucci. After a few seconds, Hoseok spotted Jang-Mi. “Mi-Mi! You’re here!” 

He quickly embraced your roommate, and you suddenly became interested in your luggage tags as the two of them greeted each other only using their tongues. Once they came up for air, introductions were made. 

“This is Jimin. We grew up together–our dads are business partners. He’s studying at the University of Florida.” Hoseok grins. “Actually, he’s not doing any studying this week. He’s blowing off his classes to join us for our spring break!” The two men then proceeded to perform a complicated handshake ending in both of them miming throwing back shots and slapping asses, making Jang-Mi giggle while you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

Must’ve been nice to be able to take two spring break trips in a year without worrying about classes or other responsibilities. If only you’d been born into a wealthy family, too. 

“Jimin, this is Jang-Mi, the girl I’ve been telling you about.” 

Jimin grabbed your roommate’s hand and pressed his plump lips to it as she giggled again. “Lovely to meet you. Hobi’s been talking my ear off about you.” 

“And this is Jang-Mi’s roommate, YN.” 

It was your turn to feel Jimin’s full attention, and holy hell, did you feel it. He lightly grasped your hand, fingers rubbing your knuckles as he brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently with his pillowy pink lips. His touch sent goosebumps rippling down your arms, and you couldn’t deny that he was hot as fuck as his gaze raked over you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he purred your name. 

“Likewise.” 

“Jimin was just about to show me his new toy,” Hoseok informed you and Jang-Mi. 

“Yeah, got my graduation gift a little early,” Jimin grinned. 

“I can’t believe your dad got you a Huracán EVO Spyder,” Hoseok shook his head. “Sick.” 

“He bought you a spider?” Jang-Mi blurted in horror. “Spiders are so creepy!”

Hoseok burst into laughter, pulling Jang-Mi into a hug. “You’re so cute! It’s a car, babe.”

Jimin sniffed imperiously. “Yeah, my dad had her specially made–most come with a double-clutch system but he had them put in a classic manual transmission for me. She’s my second Lambo. First one was okay, but this one–she’s got some wicked power under the hood. Maxes out at 200 mph.” He grinned, leaning towards you. “Are you the kind of girl who likes to go fast? Wanna go for a ride?” 

Just as quickly as your desire for this man had appeared, it suddenly evaporated. Jimin was just another spoiled little rich boy, with cheesy lines to boot. Why did they always seem to go hand-in-hand? Oh, right, they assumed you’d swoon over their money and didn’t expect to have to work for your attention, so why bother to come up with something clever?

Hoseok saved you from having to answer. “I’ll text you when we get back and we can maybe make some dinner plans?” he asked your roommate, who nodded enthusiastically. “Cool. See you ladies later!” 

“Come on, I wanna get checked in so I can start planning my outfit for dinner!” Jang-Mi squealed, and you shook your head at her adorable excitement as you followed her to the reception desk. She was really crazy about Hoseok.

Once in your room, the two of you prepared for your evening. You tried to freshen up enough to look like you weren’t currently experiencing wicked jet lag while Jang-Mi primped as if she were preparing for a runway show, full hair and makeup going once she’d finally settled on a dress to wear. 

She suddenly turned to you with a solemn look, putting her curling iron down. “Roomie, I’m nervous.”

Applying a coat of mascara to your lashes, you blinked in the mirror. “Nervous about what?”

“I mean, I really like Hoseok! More than I thought I did, you know? Like…”

“Like beyond just wanting to jump his bones?” 

She nodded so seriously that you couldn’t help but laugh. “Jang-Mi! That’s wonderful! So what do you have to be nervous about?”

“I’m just afraid I’ll mess it up somehow! Like I’ll get in my head and say something stupid or do something cringe or maybe I’ll accidentally tell him I like him and he won’t feel the same and then I’ll–”

You cut her off before she ran out of breath and collapsed into a pile of gasping anxiousness. “Okay, okay, I get it. I think you’re already psyching yourself out over nothing–the man obviously wants you here, he gave you a free room to come and hang out with him–but I get it.” 

Jang-Mi worriedly twisted the cord of her curler. “Will you make me a promise, roomie?”

“Anything.”

“Can you–can you just hang out with me this week and help keep me calm like you do? So I can be around Hoseok without making an idiot of myself?”

The image of you lying on one of those lounge chairs, soaking up the sun in blissful silence, vanished before your eyes as you smiled at your roommate. “I will stick by your side and give you all the support you need to finally get your man, okay? I promise.”

So that’s just what you did. Whatever Jang-Mi wanted to do, you also did. Sunbathing on the beach? Shopping at luxury boutiques? Visiting the hotel spa? If Jang-Mi went, so did you. And so did Hoseok, of course, which was fine.

But unfortunately, if Hoseok was there, that meant Jimin was, too.

It only took about five minutes of talking to Jimin to realize he was absolutely not your type. Your assumptions about him being the type of man to flaunt his wealth proved to be true as he bragged about his car and mentioned his family’s vacation homes in Rome, Tokyo, and the Hamptons all within the answer to your opening question, “So, what did you do on your other spring break?” 

You tried, you really did. Knowing that Jang-Mi was worried about things going smoothly with Hoseok meant that you had to watch your tongue around Jimin, fearing that upsetting him might upset Hoseok. So you kept trying to engage him in conversation in the hopes of finding something you might have in common. Not that he ever bothered to ask you anything about yourself, always steering the conversation back to himself any time you attempted to jump in with something remotely relevant from your own life. 

He was an absolutely shameless flirt, too. Unfortunately, his personality (or lack thereof) was too much of a turn-off for you, so you continuously avoided his advances, politely rebuffing him as best you could, hoping he’d eventually get tired and pursue any of the BTS groupies who had also flocked to Miami for spring break with the boys. 

But rejection appeared to be a foreign concept to Jimin, and instead of discouraging him, it simply made him try even harder. And he started using his considerable wealth to do it. He paid for all of your meals, bought you drinks at every bar and club that your group visited, even slapped down his black card when you pondered splurging on the best package at the spa. No matter how much you argued with him or attempted to slip your own (debit) card to the staff, Jimin managed to scoop up the bill every time. 

At first you’d felt guilty, but you quickly got over it the more you were subjected to his dull monologues (you can’t call it a conversation if one person does all the talking, can you?). Not to mention the incessant pick-up lines, each one worse than the last. By the time the week was half over, you’d stopped caring and simply accepted him buying everything as your payment for putting up with him. 

And now you’re here, stuck in a ridiculously expensive car zipping down US Highway 1 towards the Florida Keys, with the most noxious man–no, boy–you’ve ever met. Hoseok and Jang-Mi are in the car ahead of you, another fancy Lamborghini that Hoseok rented for the day, since there are no backseats in Jimin’s car. The plan is to go snorkeling, and you’re excited that you’ll get a little break from Jimin for once because he won’t be able to talk your ears off underwater. 

If you guys even make it to the Keys, that is. For all his talk about his beloved Lambo, Jimin’s clearly spent very little time behind the wheel and doesn’t appear to really understand how a clutch works. You, on the other hand, know how to drive stick, and you recognize that the constant grinding sound every time he shifts is most definitely not a good sign. 

He’s either playing it cool or legitimately doesn’t seem to see any reason for worry as he grins, fingers curling around the shifter again. “Traffic is thinning. Let’s open her up a little, shall we?” he asks rhetorically, and as he toggles the knob, stepping down on the clutch, the car lets out an ear-splitting shriek of metal-on-metal and begins to vibrate. “Uh. Fuck. Let me try…” He shifts again, and the squealing sound intensifies. “Fuck!” 

“Is everything okay?” you ask, knowing full well the answer is no. 

“Yeah, sweetie, no worries.” His smile is dazzling but his sunglasses are still lowered enough for you to see the fear in his eyes. He presses a few buttons on his console and Hoseok’s voice suddenly blares through the speakers.

“Jimin? What’s up?” 

“Hey, the Lambo’s kinda making this weird noise.” As if to corroborate his story, the car squeaks again. “I’m going to pull over for a second to try to figure it out.” 

“Do you want us to stop with you?” 

“Nah, keep going and we’ll catch up. I’m sure we’ll be back on the road in a few minutes.” 

But fifteen minutes later, you’re still sitting on the side of the road, sighing heavily as Jimin scrolls agitatedly through his phone. He’d lowered the roof, at least, so you’re getting a nice breeze as you wait impatiently for him to realize that he’s going to need a professional to fix whatever’s wrong with his car.

Finally, he lowers his phone. “Maybe something just got caught in the engine? Let’s head back out and see if we still hear it.” 

He flips the ignition, steps on the gas, then steps on the clutch. Nothing happens. He repeats the steps, to no avail. With an angry curse, he slams the shifter back into park and kills the engine again. 

“I think we’re going to need a tow truck,” you declare, pulling out your own phone. 

“No way. A tow truck driver will take one look at this car and charge me double what he’d charge anyone else.” 

You can’t help yourself. You laugh right in his handsome face. The man who has been throwing his credit card around all week is suddenly feeling frugal? “You’re seriously worried about paying too much?” 

“It all adds up,” he informs you sagely, and you roll your eyes. “Let me see if I can figure this out.” 

“Well, if you’re not going to call for a tow, what exactly is your plan?”

He shrugs. “You can find anything on the internet. There has to be some article somewhere that will tell me what to do.” 

“Ah, right. I forgot, mechanics don’t even undergo training anymore - they just sit in their shops and Google ‘how to make car go’ all day.”

Jimin’s smile disappears as he glowers a little. “Look, just give me a minute, okay?” His fingers fly over his phone again. 

“I’ll give you ten. And then I’m calling a tow.” 

Twenty minutes later, Jimin sulks quietly while you wait for the tow truck to arrive. You’d managed to find a shop that specializes in imports like his Lamborghini, but it’s back in Miami city limits. So much for Key Largo and snorkeling. 

You’re expecting panic from Jang-Mi when you tell her as much, figuring she’ll insist on making Hoseok double back for you, or even send you a rideshare, but to your surprise, she’s totally fine. 

“You know, this might be for the best!” she has the audacity to tell you when you slip out of the car to call her. “Things are going really well with Hoseok today. I think we’re okay on our own!”

Well then. “That’s great! But what the fuck am I supposed to do now instead?” 

“I don’t know, just keep Jimin company, I guess? He’s probably going to be upset if his car’s fucked up.” 

You haven’t told Jang-Mi how much Jimin repels you, not wanting to burst her happy little Hoseok bubble, so you bite your tongue again instead of stating your desire to ditch him as soon as possible. “Yeah. I guess. Hopefully the shop can fix whatever’s wrong quickly enough that the whole day isn’t shot.”

Jimin triggers the mechanism to close the roof as you climb back into the car. You’re contemplating telling Jimin you’re going to call a rideshare when a gigantic black truck slowly pulls over in front of you. The license plate reads “BEOM 1.” “This must be the guy from Tiger Motors,” you sigh thankfully. 

A tall, vibrantly purple-haired man dressed in a greasy pair of navy coveralls climbs out of the cab of the truck and ambles back towards Jimin’s car. He saunters, really, his walk a little bow-legged but confident. When he reaches the driver’s side, he slowly lowers himself until his face appears in the window. 

“Howdy. Y’all need a ride?” He grins at Jimin, and then his gaze shifts to you, and you literally feel your breath stick in your throat as his smile shifts into a smirk. The man is absolutely gorgeous, dark brows setting off deep brown eyes and a plump lower lip adorned with a spider bite piercing on the right adding to his beauty. Multiple other piercings dot his brow and nose, twinkling as they catch the sunlight reflecting off of the driver’s side mirror. 

“What do you think?” Jimin grumbles petulantly, and the man just laughs, thumbing towards the truck. 

“C’mon, go take a seat in the truck. I’ll be done here in a minute.” He strolls away to prepare the towing mechanism. 

Jimin reaches the cab first, and you wait for him to open the passenger’s door for you, but he just leans against the vehicle with his arms crossed, so you sigh and yank it open yourself. He really doesn’t seem to like that you took charge, and is choosing to act like a huffy baby about it. 

The tow truck only has a bench seat in it, so you slide into the middle of the cab to make room for Jimin beside you, carefully arranging the skirt of your short sundress so it covers your bare thighs. 

Jimin stares out the side window as you wait, arms still folded. Even when the driver joins the two of you, he doesn’t turn to acknowledge him. If you’d known all it would take to get Jimin to ignore you was taking charge, you would’ve done this day one. 

The three of you ride in absolute stillness for a few minutes before the tow truck driver clears his throat. “Spring break?” 

“Hmm?” You tear your eyes from the highway to glance at the driver. The light streaming through the window filters through his violet locks, giving him a soft glow. 

“You two on spring break?” 

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Mmm.” A hush falls over the cab after your short answer. You turn back to the windshield, the dotted white lines on the road lulling you into a hypnotic trance, only to startle slightly when something brushes your thigh. Glancing down, you see the driver’s hand on the stick shift, which is currently close enough to your leg that his hand rests against it. 

“Sorry, it gets a little crowded in here with three,” he apologizes, moving his hand. 

“No worries.” You’re transfixed by his arm. Tattoos cover nearly every inch of visible skin, flowing from his bicep all the way down onto the back of his hand, and you realize there’s another sleeve of ink on his other arm as well. And then he catches you staring, and you feel your face heating as he shoots you a quick wink. You snap your head back so quickly, your neck cracks. 

“It’ll be about another ten or fifteen minutes until we reach the shop,” he informs you. “I can turn the radio on, if you’d like?” 

Jimin seems content to continue ignoring the two of you, so you answer. “Sure, thank you, uh…” 

“Jungkook.” 

“Thanks, Jungkook.” 

With another smile, this one softer, his long fingers twist the knob on the console and music fills the air. Again, you find yourself watching his hands as he drives, and it quickly dawns on you just how ridiculously horny you are. 

It’s been weeks since you’ve had the time to go out and get laid. You’re always too busy for anything serious, but lately you’ve also been too occupied to find the time to scratch that particular itch with your usual no-strings hookups. And while your main plans for this week were originally to find some peace and quiet alone, part of you was also hoping to sneak in a few quick trysts in between naps by the pool.

And then Jang-Mi made her request and Jimin glued himself to your side and any hope of getting in even just one good quick fuck went right down the drain. 

So you find yourself gawping at the handsome man whose strong hand keeps flitting against your thigh, and you wonder if he can feel the goosebumps that arise there every time. 

Gnawing on your lip, you wait for the next brush, and when his hand skims against your leg again, you push back. Just a little. 

Jungkook’s eyebrow quirks, a silent confirmation that he felt your touch. His hand glides by again, and this time you watch the stick shift and realize he’s not even changing gears, and you wonder if he even has been this whole time. 

Jimin is still facing away from you, pretending neither of you exist. 

One more touch, and you raise your leg off the seat slightly, nudging harder. You glance at Jungkook’s profile and witness his tongue darting out to lick his lips, catching a brief glimpse of silver on the pink muscle. Another piercing. Your attention is suddenly drawn away by his pinky as it hooks itself under the hem of your skirt, pulling the cottony material up just an inch or so as he draws his hand back. It’s enough to make you nearly gasp as his finger dances up your thigh, tracing patterns into your skin. 

You can feel yourself starting to grow damp and shift slightly in your seat, clamping your legs together. Fuck, you must really be hard up if you’re getting wet from just this. 

Jungkook fiddles with the radio, turning the volume up. He glances at you. “Is this okay?” And then his hand lands on your thigh, bypassing the stick shift completely. To Jimin’s turned back, it would appear that he’s asking about the music. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes focused on the long fingers lightly gripping the soft flesh of your upper leg. His palm is warm, heating you despite the AC blasting throughout the cab, and the contrasting sensation makes you shiver. 

Jungkook slowly slides his hand underneath your skirt. You bite your lip as hard as you can, doing your best to keep your heavy breathing down enough that the music covers you. His gaze never leaves the road, but you glance at Jungkook’s face as his fingers slip between your thighs and graze your underwear, finding how drenched they are, and his eyes widen briefly before he smirks, spider bites glinting as his lips twitch.

“Are you getting close?” Jimin whines, his voice cutting through the air like the annoying squawk of an airhorn, making you jump. Jungkook’s hand is back on the steering wheel before Jimin finishes twisting in his seat. “Has it been fifteen minutes yet?” 

He’s wearing a ridiculously expensive Patek Philippe on his wrist, so there’s no reason he can’t answer that for himself, but you don’t point that out as Jungkook just grins. 

“Shop’s right there,” he indicates with a wave of his hand as the truck turns off the highway. 

The garage is quiet, a few other luxury vehicles scattered about in various states of repair. Once Jungkook finishes detaching the Lamborghini from the tow truck, Jimin immediately corners him. 

“Exactly how long is this going to take?”

Jungkook shrugs. “We gotta run diagnostics first, to see what the issue is. Once we know that, we’ll know how long it’ll take to fix her up.” He pats the hood of the car tenderly. 

Jimin frowns. “And once you know the problem, you’ll start working right away to fix it, right? Or do we have to wait for you to finish the other cars first?” He cranes his neck, scanning the garage’s waiting area. “I don’t see anyone here waiting, so we should get priority, right?” 

“You in a big hurry to get back to your kegger?” Jungkook leans his lanky frame against the Lamborghini’s hood, and Jimin’s eyes narrow.

“Can you please not sit on the car? I just had her waxed!” 

Jungkook raises his hands as he straightens up. “No problem, man. Let me grab my boss and we’ll get going on the diagnostics, okay? He can answer all the other questions you undoubtedly have.” He wanders off towards the garage’s little office as you give Jimin a look. 

“Is that how you usually talk to your mechanic?” 

Jimin squares his shoulders. “Look, sometimes you have to be firm with these people. Otherwise, they’ll walk all over you and charge you twice what they’re worth while they do it.”

Crossing your arms, you just sigh, hoping Jang-Mi is having the time of her life right now with Hoseok. 

When Jungkook returns, he has another unbelievably handsome man in tow, dressed in matching overalls covered in dirt and grease, with thick curls barely restrained by a bandana. As he peers at you with dark, alluring eyes, a thin white stick dangles between his full lips, and he tugs on it slightly, revealing a cherry red lollipop. 

“I’m Taehyung. Welcome to my shop. Jungkook said you had some questions for me,” he says in a calm, clear voice full of bass, and you realize you’re once again gawking as the man breaks eye contact with Jimin long enough to wink at you. It occurs to you that Jungkook might have told him about what the two of you were up to in the tow truck, and you glance away as your neck starts to heat.

Jungkook jerks his thumb towards the waiting area. “You can have a seat in there,” he murmurs to you as Jimin starts firing off questions at Taehyung. “They might be a while.” 

You nod gratefully, happy to slip away from Jimin for a few minutes.

Eventually, he comes to join you. “Well, that was a waste of time. They couldn’t tell me when we can expect to be out of here or what sort of cost I’m looking at or anything.” 

“Mmm,” you reply, not bothering to remind him that they have to run their tests to diagnose the problem first, knowing he won’t listen. “So, should we get a ride out of here…?” You hold up your phone, where you already have your rideshare app open. 

Jimin scoffs. “You want to pay for surge pricing right now? It’s spring break, those companies are all charging triple what they should!” He throws himself into one of the plastic chairs sitting against the wall. “Besides, I don’t want to leave my baby here alone with those two.” 

His baby? Blech. 

“Well, I don’t mind paying for a lift, so I’m just going to head back to the hotel, if that’s okay with you.” 

The pout leveled your way is quite powerful. If you were a weaker woman, you’d be on your knees right now, trying to console Jimin as he gazes at you pitifully. “You’re going to ditch me? First Hoseok, now you?” His lower lip is practically dragging on the ground. “Fine. Just go. You know what, maybe I’ll see if Hoseok and Jang-Mi are done snorkeling yet–maybe Hoseok will come keep me company.” 

As much as you might be annoyed with your roommate, you’re not about to let Jimin cockblock her. Jang-Mi is going to owe you big time when this trip is over. Like, firstborn-big. 

“No, don’t do that,” you sigh. As gracefully as you can, you flop into the seat next to him. “I’ll stay.” 

After thirty-or-so minutes of scrolling on your phone, Jungkook pops his head into the waiting area. “We’ve narrowed it down, if you want to come look.” He strolls away without waiting for an answer, and Jimin follows, and so do you, out of sheer boredom. 

As soon as you reach the car, Taehyung launches into an explanation of the issue. You’re only half-listening, too distracted by the way his rather plush lips form the words as he says them, but you catch that the issue has to do with the clutch. “It’s surprising,” he drawls in his deep voice, “given how few miles you have on her, the clutch mechanism shouldn’t be worn out already, but it’s definitely ground down.” 

“And what would cause that?” Jimin asks.

“Not knowing how the fuck to drive stick,” Jungkook mutters under his breath behind you. You tip your head to catch his eye, and smile at the way his nose wrinkles when he grins back. 

“Could just be that the part was defective to begin with,” Taehyung states, and you marvel at his diplomatic answer. “But the good news is, we have a replacement on hand, and we can definitely get you fixed up today.” 

“How long, and how much?” 

“About two to three hours. As for the cost, here is our estimate.” Taehyung holds out a piece of paper. Jimin snatches it up as his eyebrows disappear beneath his perfectly coiffed hair. 

“Uh. I need to make a phone call.” As he heads towards the shop’s entrance to step outside, you catch the beginning of his conversation. “Hey, Dad, remember when you said I couldn’t have the limit on my credit card raised any more? Well….” 

It’s just you and the two mechanics now. You shift from one foot to the other, hands in the pockets of your skirt, not quite knowing how to make small talk, when Jungkook gently pats the hood of the Lamborghini. 

“It’s a damn shame that this beauty is being wasted on that prick.” He runs a hand along the hood of the car, long fingers skimming lightly over the curve of the metal. “He clearly has no idea what he’s doing with her.”

“No kidding,” Taehyung pipes up. “That clutch is so worn down. I’m not sure how he did that. Ride it constantly, maybe?” 

You snort, unable to suppress a snipe. “With him, it’s more likely that he talked it to death.” 

Taehyung’s smile is slightly boxy and sends a wave of warmth flaring through your body as you share a laugh. Meanwhile, Jungkook giggles delightedly, and for the first time today you feel yourself relax a little, content to be in their company while Jimin is still outside, obviously begging daddy for more money. 

Taehyung wanders around the other side of Jimin’s car. “But you do have a point, Kook. She’s obviously way more than he can manage–I mean, just look at her. You can tell it’s been too long since she was last handled properly.” He sucks on his candy, eyes shining impishly as he peers at you and not the car. “Bet it’s been ages since anything got her motor revving.” 

“Maybe we should take her for a spin, hyung. Really open her up, get her purring.” Jungkook’s looking at you now, too, a knowing grin on his face.

The garage feels a bit stifling all of a sudden, and you wonder if you’re flushing as the two men smirk at you. 

“Do the two of you usually take your, uh, client’s cars out for a ride?”

“We’re professionals. We follow a strict code of conduct.” Taehyung assures you. “We’d never do anything to break our clients’ trust. But…” He caresses the roof of the car as he pops the lollipop out of his mouth. “Sometimes we bend the rules a little, don’t we, Kook?”

“That’s right. And I’m just suggesting we give her what she wants,” Jungkook replies, lowering his ear to the hood. “Can’t you hear that? She’s just dying for someone who knows what they’re doing to take her for a little joyride.” 

“Like I said, we’re professionals.” Taehyung leans over the car, tongue flicking out to recapture the lollipop. His eyes roam over you slowly, like he’s drinking you in inch by inch and savoring every sip. “And we’re not satisfied until everyone is satisfied. So we should give her whatever she wants. Whatever she needs.” 

There’s absolutely no question what they’re talking about now, and the implication has your clit throbbing with need, wetness growing between your thighs again.

Naturally, this is when Jimin reappears. 

“All right. Do what you have to do to get us back on the road.” He holds out his credit card to Taehyung, who nods. Then he pivots on his heel and heads for the waiting area, and once again you’re alone with the two mechanics, but the spell is broken now, and you slink back to the hard plastic chair by Jimin’s side to wait. No matter what you do to distract yourself and pass the time, though, all you can think about is how insanely jealous you are of the Lamborghini, with her hood propped open and two pairs of skillful hands buried deep inside her. 

Nearly three hours later, after you’ve scrolled so far on your phone that you’re sure you’ve hit the end of the internet, the Lamborghini is ready. Jimin is super cranky, so eager to get out of there that he has the car thrown into reverse before you’ve even stepped inside. 

“Thank you,” you say to the mechanics, thanking them for Jimin who barely grunted at them after getting his receipt, but also thanking them for yourself, for making your day a little less shitty than the rest of your week. Sure, it would’ve been even better if either of them had actually taken you for that “joyride” they’d mentioned, but the suggestion alone was enough to lift your spirits, just a bit. 

“You’re welcome,” Taehyung inclines his head. 

“Enjoy your evening,” Jungkook gives you a crooked grin. Both men wave as Jimin peels out of the parking lot, tires screeching loudly. Regret slices through you, a cut that feels like a missed opportunity, a connection denied, but you don’t dwell on it. It seems silly to think too much about what could’ve been. You don’t like to play the “if only” game. 

As you and Jimin rush back to the hotel, you decide you’re going to do something about your unrelenting horniness tonight. Even if you have to bang a server in the bathroom at dinner or fuck someone behind the dumpster at the club afterward, you are going to get laid if it’s the last thing you do. You just have to figure out how to get Jimin off your back for five minutes first. 

Jang-Mi practically floats into your room when she returns from her snorkeling date with Hoseok. She twirls around a few times, humming to herself, stopping when you step out of the bathroom. “Whoa, roomie!” She whistles as you model your dress for her, a short, backless satin halter dress that leaves very little to the imagination. It’s by far the skimpiest piece of clothing you brought with you, something you’d picked up on a whim while shopping for your trip. 

“Is it too much?” you inquire as you study yourself in the mirror on the closet door. 

“Depends. What look are you going for?” 

“I was thinking something along the lines of ‘extremely fuckable.’”

“Oh, you achieved that! I’ll be surprised if you make it to dinner–Jimin’s going to rip that off you the first chance he gets.” Jang-Mi combs through her suitcase, missing the rude face you make at Jimin’s name. 

“I’m not averse to this dress ending up in tatters if it nets me at least one good orgasm. I might explode without one soon.” 

“Says the future doctor.” 

“Shut up. You know what I mean. It’s just been too long since someone else got me off.” 

“Hmmm, can’t relate,” Jang-Mi singsongs as she waltzes into the bathroom. 

“Ohhhh, you mean you two finally…”

“Yep!” Jang-Mi sticks her tongue between her teeth, wiggling it lasciviously. “Hobi and I spent a little time in the shower together at the beach after we were done snorkeling. When I tell you that that man has a strong stroke game, roomie!” she squeals, and the two of you spend the rest of the hour giggling over the sordid details of Hoseok’s impressive skills. By the time you leave for dinner, you’re even more committed to getting your own happy ending, no matter what it takes. 

Of course, the universe does not make it easy for you.

Dinner is a total bust. Somehow the trauma of his poor baby’s breakdown (which he caused) makes Jimin even clingier than usual, and he parks himself at the table close enough to sling an arm over the back of your chair. One might think he’s doing it to seek comfort, but to you it just feels weirdly territorial. All of the waitstaff at the restaurant are too busy meeting the frat boys’ impatient demands for you to attempt to flirt with any of them. Jimin’s obviously not an option, and the only other BTS brothers you’d even consider–the quiet, pink-haired Yoongi or the hilarious, almost-too-handsome-to-be-real Seokjin–are both already sloshed, having pregamed in their hotel room, so they’re both no-gos. 

Somehow, this long fucking day just keeps getting longer, but you’re not giving up. 

After dinner, the party relocates to yet another club. This one blurs together with the others you’ve visited earlier in the week, another cramped room packed full of spring breakers closely gyrating  in the flashing lights. Shots are ordered and you quickly tip yours back before someone orders a second round. It’s when the server returns with the drinks that you glance around and realize you’re basically alone. 

Jimin sits at a table to your left, talking to one of the other BTS brothers–Namjoon, maybe? You’re not entirely certain of his name, since you mainly refer to him as “Sexy Hulk” when talking to Jang-Mi about him. To your right, Yoongi and Seokjin are playing some sort of drinking game that they both appear to be losing, based on how they can’t seem to stand up straight without starting to fall over. Behind you, Hoseok has Jang-Mi pinned to the wall with his tongue down her throat. 

Well, fuck all this. Snatching Hoseok and Jang-Mi’s untouched shots, you down them one-two in rapid succession, then stalk off towards the dance floor. 

As the music swirls around you, you tip your head back, running your fingers over your hair and down your neck. The bass thumps through you, driving all that irritation, all that endless frustration of your horrible trip far, far away. 

All week long, you’ve been holding yourself back, trying to be polite and not cause any trouble for Jang-Mi’s sake. This means you’ve been quieter. Smaller. Less than. But here now, under the strobe lights, surrounded by the crush of bodies losing themselves in the music, you let go. Break free. Arms raised, eyes closed, you give yourself over to the rhythm and surrender to the beat.

A hand brushes lightly over your hip.

Opening your eyes, you twirl in the direction of the glancing touch. A pair of dark eyes gleam at you from a face you never thought you’d see again.

The purple-haired mechanic’s lips twitch at your surprised expression. Gone are his greasy coveralls, replaced by unbelievably tight black jeans and a sheer black shirt, two nipple piercings peering at you through the flimsy material. His hand drops to your side again and this time he grips, bringing you towards him. 

It’s too loud to hear his words, but you know what he’s asking and simply slide your arms around his neck, letting him guide your hips to rock in time with his. He smells like jasmine, and also leather, an unusual combination, delicate and strong all at once, and you shift a little closer as his fingers curl into your dress, sliding it up a little. 

Rolling your body, you grin at the way his breath huffs when your breasts press into his chest. But before you can repeat the movement, he suddenly takes a step back and spins you, pulling you flush against him. As his arm snakes around your waist, his other hand tips your head up so you’re looking straight ahead.

To see the man standing on the edge of the dance floor, watching you both. Wearing a white blazer over a low-cut silk white top, several chains looped around his neck, Taehyung’s untamed dark curls hang in his eyes, but you can still feel the heat of his gaze as he observes you writhing against Jungkook. Another white stick hangs from his lips. 

“Is it okay if Taehyung joins us?” Jungkook breathes in your ear, and you nod emphatically. Oh yes. Please. “Let him know.” 

Raising your hand, you beckon to the other man with a single finger. Come. 

As Jungkook lets go, the older man takes you in his arms smoothly, without missing a beat. He slides a leg between yours and the two of you grind, moving together as one for a few bars before hands on your hips and a solid chest at your back let you know that Jungkook has joined the two of you. 

Hot breath glides down your neck, your cheek. Sweat drips on your arms, your back. Is it yours? Theirs? Who knows. You’re completely ensnared, caught between the two men as you sway to the throbbing beat. Your skin tingles where they touch you, aches where they don’t. You want so badly to stay here, in this song, this moment, for the rest of the night, the trip, your life. With the pulsating music and these two sexy men wrapped around you, you feel so alive.

“Uh, what the fuck?!”

Like a bucket of ice cold water, Jimin’s voice crashes over you, extinguishing the moment. Then his hand clamps around your upper arm, and Jungkook and Taehyung both jump aside as Jimin drags you away.  

“What are you doing?” you shout, yanking your arm out of his surprisingly strong grip once you reach the edge of the dance floor. 

“What are you doing?” he hisses back, glaring. “Out there slutting it up with those two?”

“Excuse me??’” Your jaw nearly scrapes the ground at his response.

“You heard me. All week long, I’ve been buying you dinner and paying for your drinks and dropping ridiculous amounts of money on your frigid little ass, and all I get is a goodnight kiss on the cheek? And then I turn around and see you sandwiched between the help, for God’s sake, just giving it all away for free?!”  

Several partygoers around you gasp as you slap Jimin soundly across the face. He reels, eyes opening wide in shock as his hand flies to his cheek, and you round on your heel and storm through the crowd towards the exit, not slowing when you hear Jimin yell your name. 

The air outside is unexpectedly chilly, and you rub your arms for warmth as you stomp towards the car. The nerve. The nerve of that fucking asshole. He really thought he could just buy you? Throw money at you all week and then, what, you’d fuck him? 

Reaching the Lamborghini, you pause. What exactly is your plan here? You don’t have the keys and even if you did, where would you go? You flick a hand out and touch the roof, expecting an alarm to sound, but nothing happens. Surprising. You’d think Jimin would put an alarm on his “baby.”

Leaning against the car, you drop your head onto your arms. What a fucking disaster of a trip. So much for rest and relaxation. Jang-Mi will be lucky if you ever speak to her again after this. Why didn’t she run out here after you? Oh, right, she probably couldn’t see you with her face suctioned to Hoseok’s. 

Deep breaths. As your heartbeat returns to normal, you hear a small cough, and glance in that direction, towards the back of the club. 

Jungkook lifts his hand in a small wave. He and Taehyung lean against the wall near the fire exit, smoking. Jungkook holds his cigarette out to you, inviting you to join them. 

“You look like you need this,” he says as you approach, and you realize it’s a joint, and yes, yes you do. Taking a hit, you hold it as long as you can, letting it swirl inside you, collecting all your anger, before tilting your face up to exhale it all into the night sky. 

“Thanks.” 

Jungkook nods. 

“Your boyfriend is a dick,” Taehyung announces. Orange embers flare in the shadows as he inhales. 

“Not my fucking boyfriend,” you snarl, taking the joint again. “But he is a dick. A fucking enormous one.” 

Jungkook holds out his hand as Taehyung reaches into his pocket and produces his wallet with a sigh. He slaps a bill into the younger man’s hand. 

“Uh…”

“I told Tae there was no way you were dating that asshole. He didn’t believe me.” 

Even though you don’t really know this man, you’re deeply insulted. “You honestly thought I’d date him?”

Taehyung shrugs. “He’s rich and handsome. That’s all some women want.” 

“Well, that’s not enough for me.” 

“Hmm.” Taehyung finishes the joint, stubbing the end on the brick wall. “What more do you need?” 

You snort. “Anything. Everything. What do you got?”

The flickering light hanging over the fire exit illuminates Taehyung’s face as his eyebrow quirks.

“You’re here on vacation, right?” You nod. “Have you gone for a ride through the city at night?”

“No, my nights have mostly consisted of avoiding Jimin at various dance clubs.” 

Jungkook laughs, the pleasantly high-pitched giggle tugging at the corners of your lips. “I bet that’s a full-time job.” 

“You have no idea.” 

“Well, then it sounds like you could use a break. We could show you around, if you’d like.” Taehyung gestures to himself and Jungkook. “Give you a tour.”

“A tour?” 

“Yeah. You know. Go for a ride.” 

If Jang-Mi were here, she’d tell you not to go. You can hear her now, grousing at you to wake up and snap out of it, insisting that you bid these men, these strangers, goodnight and walk right back into that club. But honestly? You’re tired of always doing what Jang-Mi would want. All week long, you’ve been so worried about making sure she’s having a great time that you’ve sacrificed your own happiness. 

Tonight is about what you want instead. And right now, more than anything, you want to have some fun. 

“Mmmm. That does sound… kinda nice, to be honest.”  Fuck it. “Okay. Let’s go. Which one is your car?”

“This one right here,” Jungkook replies, veering over to the Lamborghini and stroking the roof. 

“Uh.” Both men look at you expectantly. “Very funny. That’s Jimin’s?”

“It sure is. And I think she’s still waiting for that joyride.” Jungkook winks. 

“Riiiight. Are you suggesting we steal his car for this… tour?” you ask, fingers twisting nervously into your skirt. What had Taehyung said earlier, about bending the rules? This is not that. This is breaking them. You’re no saint, but for the most part you’re not a rulebreaker. Grand theft auto is way beyond anything ‘bad’ you’ve done before. 

“We’re just going to borrow her for a little. We’ll bring her back, in perfect condition. But don’t you want to see what she can do in the hands of someone who knows what they’re doing?”

“And someone who ‘knows what they’re doing’ - that would be you two, I take it?”

Jungkook reaches forward and pinches your chin in his fingers. You go still at his touch, staring up into his warm doe eyes. “Yeah,” He lowers his face, brushing your mouth with his as he breathes the words, “Want me to show you?” 

Ams wind around your waist, tucking you against him as you kiss. You’re vaguely aware of Taehyung walking away, too focused on Jungkook’s tongue slipping into your mouth. His nipple rings brush against your chest as greedy hands slide down your bare back and grip your ass tightly, and he swallows the shocked yelp you utter. Strong fingers caress your flesh, holding you close, and you lose yourself in him, arousal pooling in your belly again. 

Until a strange jingling sound catches your attention. Taehyung slides a thin metal tool into the passenger’s side door of the Lamborghini. After jimmying the rod a few times, the locks spring open. 

Jungkook immediately opens the driver’s side door and jumps in while Taehyung leans over the roof. “You in?”

“Are you okay to drive?” you question Jungkook.  

“I don’t drink,” he answers. “Just had a few hits. I’m fine to drive.” 

“I promise you, he’s fine,” Taehyung adds. “I wouldn’t get into a car with him otherwise.”

Again, both men look at you, waiting. 

Nibbling on your lower lip, you contemplate for a minute what you’re doing. Stealing Jimin’s car and riding away with two near-strangers, slightly high and slightly drunk, to go god knows where and do god knows what. 

Finally, this vacation is looking up. 

“Fuck it, let’s go.” 

The smile on Jungkook’s face is electrifying, as he dips his head beneath the steering wheel, popping a panel open and hurriedly twisting a few wires together. The engine roars to life. 

Taehyung climbs into the passenger’s seat and spreads his long legs. He glances at you, patting his lap. “Come on.” 

Carefully, you fold yourself into the car. Your legs fit between his, back against his chest, ass firmly on his crotch. He wraps the seat belt around you both before his arms do the same.

“Safety first,” he chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through you. 

Jungkook flips on the headlights, and smoothly backs the car out of the parking space. Before he shifts into drive, he presses the button to lower the roof, opening the cab up to the heavens above. 

“Ready?” he asks.  

You nod.

He revs the engine once, twice, and then steps on the accelerator.

The air whips through the car as the three of you burn down the highway. Tilting your head back, you watch the stars zoom by, tiny specks of light blurring into streaks as Jungkook presses the pedal into the floor. He lets out a joyful whoop, and you can’t help but laugh, elation coursing through you. It’s exhilarating. 

The city is awash in neon lights as you race past soaring skyscrapers and imposing high rises. Jungkook is an amazing driver, handling the road so gracefully, one hand on the wheel, the other on the stick shift. This time, after he switches gears, he doesn’t lightly brush your leg, he firmly clutches it, giving your thigh a tight squeeze that has you yearning for more. 

Taehyung says something, but the wind carries his words away, so Jungkook flips the roof shut. 

“What was that?” 

“I was just asking if you were enjoying the ride.” 

You twist slightly, looking back and up at him. “This is easily the highlight of my day. My whole week, actually.” 

“Is that so? As happy as I am to hear that, I can’t help but feel it’s a fucking shame. And I’m guessing no one’s been taking care of you all week.” One of his arms is still wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him, while the other has drifted down, resting on your knee. You can’t help but stare at his fingers like you did Jungkook’s. Taehyung’s are longer, you note, observing the way they tap on your skin like he’s drumming along to a song only he can hear.

“What makes you say that?”

“Kook told me how excited you were in the truck today. He said he barely touched you.” 

Shit, you knew he’d said something!

“He did, did he?” You cast a glance at the man driving the car, and he has the audacity to smile and nod. 

“I did, baby. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” Normally, having a man you barely know call you “baby” would set your teeth on edge, but the word drips so sweetly from Jungkook’s mouth that you don’t mind at all. “But to tell you the truth, what I’m really sorry about is that I didn’t get to slip my fingers in before that asshole interrupted us.” His eyes flit back to the road as he licks his lips. “I just wanted a little taste.” 

“Fuck,” you murmur quietly, rubbing your thighs together, suddenly in need of some friction. Wherever this ride is going, it needs to arrive soon or you might actually implode. A little louder, you proclaim, “Oh, god, please don’t mention that man. I don’t want to think about that jerk at all right now.” Both men snicker, simultaneously squeezing your knees. 

“How’d you end up with that guy, anyway?” Taehyung inquires. 

“Pretty sure I’m cursed,” you quip. “My roommate and I were given a free room for spring break, but it turned out to be some sort of monkey’s paw situation. The unspoken cost was having to put up with that fucker all week. But I’m the one left suffering while my roommate is having the time of her life with the guy she likes.” 

“Mmm, poor baby. You’re free of that douchebag now. We’ll do our best to make sure you have a good time tonight, okay?” Taehyung’s breath hits the back of your neck as he speaks. He’s so tantalizingly close, but not as close as you want him, so you decide to make it clear to him that you want more. That you’re here for that good time, nothing more, nothing less.

Rocking your hips slightly, you press your ass more firmly into Taehyung’s lap, smiling to yourself as you hear him hiss slightly. The fingers wrapped around your side grip you a little tighter.

Downtown shines in the rearview mirror as Jungkook takes the car out on the open road, away from the city. Here, he’s able to push the limits of the engine’s power, and you watch as the needle on the speedometer climbs and climbs as he deftly weaves the sports car down the highway, flying past tourists and townies alike out enjoying the gorgeous summer evening. 

“So… where are you taking me?” Your voice is casual, relaxed, belying the tension coiling in your belly as you shift in Taehyung’s grasp, still slowly grinding against him. 

Jungkook and Taehyung exchange a look. “Somewhere scenic, where you can really enjoy all the beauty tonight has to offer you,” Jungkook states, letting his hand drop to your thigh again.

“Somewhere private,” Taehyung adds. “So you can… indulge yourself in what we have to offer you.” Until now, your hands have been in your lap, clutching the hem of your skirt, but you’re struck by the urge to feel him, so you place one hand on his arm where he holds you, and let the other fall onto his thigh. His leg is so solid and strong underneath you. 

It’s been too long since you’ve touched and been touched like this, and you don’t want to wait to reach whatever destination you’re cruising towards to get more. 

“And what exactly are you offering me?” you ask, still shamelessly rubbing your ass into Taehyung’s crotch. 

His lips skim your ear. “Anything. Everything. What do you want?”

Turning your head, you demand, “Touch me,” before his mouth captures yours. He steals your breath away with his kiss, tongue poking and prodding at your lips before slipping inside to tangle with yours. Then he obeys your command, fingers disappearing beneath your skirt as you inhale sharply against his mouth. 

“Oh, naughty girl,” Taehyung groans as he traces along your sodden folds, “you forgot to wear panties tonight, huh?” 

“Didn’t forget,” you practically pant as he dips a finger into your slit, sliding all the way in. “Didn’t want to wear them.” 

“And why was that?” He crooks his finger just so, and you keen.

“Ahhh! So… so…” 

“So someone could do this?” 

Taehyung’s long fingers feel like they were made for your cunt, the perfect width to scissor you apart as he slides a second one inside, the perfect length to find that sweet spot on your inner wall that makes you see stars. 

“Fuck, that feels good,” you praise him, digging your fingers into the meat of his thighs, causing Taehyung to curse into the back of your head. 

“She’s so fucking wet, Kook. Like you said she was earlier. She’s gonna make such a mess all over this leather seat,” Taehyung tuts as he fucks you with his fingers, pumping them in and out rapidly. All you can do is take it, mouth falling open in ecstasy. 

“Is that so?” Jungkook’s hand suddenly lands on your inner thigh, tracing through the slickness there. “Ah, shit, you weren’t kidding, hyung.” His index finger circles your clit before withdrawing. You watch him suck the digit into his mouth. “Shit, she’s so sweet. Like honey.” 

“Oh fuck,” you shudder, watching as Jungkook palms himself through his pants. Then you gasp helplessly as Taehyung adds a third finger, stretching you even more. “Taehyung! Fuck!”

“You like that? Hmm? Poor baby, just needed someone to touch her like this.” His tongue snakes down the side of your neck, hot and wet. The sensation sends goosebumps rippling down your bare arms. “Am I making you feel good?”

“So good!” You’re rapidly falling apart, humping his hand, hips jerking forward to try to get him deeper. “Fuck, so good.” 

Taehyung is hard beneath you, his cock poking sharply into your ass, the sensation making you even wetter than his plunging fingers, so you slide forward a little and reach behind you to unzip him.

“Baby, what are you…?” he rasps brokenly into your ear as you quickly free him from his pants and wrap your fingers around his length, stroking without hesitation. His tip is slick already from his excitement. “Fuck!”

“Are you… do you have…” You can barely choke out the words as his hand withdraws from your core. 

“I’m clean. Are you…?”

“Clean. On… on pill…” With his hand no longer working its ministrations between your legs, you’re nearly out of your mind with need, so you roll your hips back and position his cock so it drags through your soaking folds. He hisses at the way you drench his length, his forehead pressing into the back of your head as he bucks against you. 

“Fuck, are you two about to–”

“Yes!” You and Taehyung shout in unison, cutting Jungkook off. He just huffs out a loud laugh and steps on the accelerator. As the car shoots forward again, easily zipping around the other vehicles on the bridge, you feel Taehyung’s head breach your lower lips. 

“Oh god damn,” you moan, sinking down onto him. He’s not the biggest man you’ve ever fucked, but he is the thickest, filling you in a way you’ve never been filled before. Your toes literally curl as he rubs against your walls. “Taehyung.” 

“That’s right, baby. Say my name.” His thighs slap against yours as he thrusts up into you, hands gripping your waist to hold you in place as he pounds away. “Fucking sing it, baby, such a pretty voice!”

The car fills with your wanton mewling as Taehyung fucks you. Jungkook has one hand on the wheel again as the other rubs at his crotch, and you can’t resist reaching out. His cry of surprise becomes a shaky groan as you pet him through his tight pants. You’d love to help him out, but given the crazy fast speed that you’re currently hurtling along at, that would probably be a really bad idea right now.  

Jungkook must have had a similar thought, because he turns off the highway and brings the car to a smooth stop in an empty lot. A sign enlightens you that you’re at a beach, and that’s as much as you’re able to comprehend in your current state, having your brains fucked out by the sexy man underneath you. 

As soon as the car is parked, Jungkook unzips his pants with trembling hands and pulls his cock out. A flash of silver catches your eye.

“What, ah, ah, is that?”

Jungkook’s tattooed hand is stroking his long shaft furiously, but he stops at your question, running his thumb over the engorged head. He flicks at the piercing, a barbell sticking out of the top and bottom sides of the head. “It’s called an apadravya piercing.” He reclines back against the seat as he watches you and Taehyung fucking, starting to jerk himself off again. The warmth in his eyes has flamed into full-blown lust. “I’m pierced for your pleasure, baby.” 

“Ah!” You squeal as Taehyung gives a particularly hard thrust. “I wanna know, ah, what it feels like!”

“Don’t worry.” His hand moves so swiftly as he concentrates on the way your tits jiggle under your dress. “You’ll find out.”  

“Ah!” you shout again, this time because Taehyung has pinched one of your nipples. 

“You can focus on him all you want later, baby. Right now, focus on me,” he rasps, pinching your other nipple. “I wanna feel this pussy choke my cock.”

“Fuck!”

Rolling your hips, you take him as deep as you can, and Taehyung growls, one hand digging into the flesh of your side as the other tugs at the knot of your halter. The silky fabric spills down your torso, exposing your breasts. Taehyung’s free hand gropes your right breast as Jungkook reaches across the console and kneads the left. Jungkook’s touch is tender, almost reverential, while Taehyung’s is rough and desperate, and somehow it’s too much and not enough at the same time. 

Taehyung’s mouth latches onto your neck, sucking away, and you thread your fingers through his dark hair, holding him in place, urging him to nip harder, to bite and leave his mark. 

“Ah, Taehyung, ‘m so close! Harder, please, fuck, harder!”

With no hesitation, Taehyung’s hands fly to your hips again and he holds you as he pumps into you. Your cries of delight turn to pain as your head smacks into the ceiling of the cab. “Ow! Fuck!” 

The roof suddenly opens, and you shoot Jungkook a grateful smile before Taehyung resumes his thrusting, bouncing you freely now that there’s nothing hanging over you to stop him. As Jungkook’s free hand finds the sensitive nub between your legs, you let your head fall back onto Taehyung’s shoulder, staring into Jungkook’s hooded eyes as he cums, white lines crisscrossing the black ink on his hand. He doesn’t stop strumming your clit, and soon you’re wailing both their names as you’re swept away by your orgasm. 

A moment later, Taehyung clutches wildly at your breasts as he nears his peak. “I’m gonna cum, baby, can I fill you up?”

“God, yes,” you nearly beg, and he lets out a desperate cry as he climaxes, and then there’s nothing but panting and the scent of sex swirling around the tiny cabin of the Lamborghini and out into the starlight. 

“Goddamn,” Taehyung finally sighs, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Mmmhmm,” you hum, twisting to brush your lips along his jawline. He places a large palm on the side of your face and pulls you in for a proper kiss. 

“Me next,” Jungkook insists, a tiny whine in his voice, and you turn back to the purple-haired driver, smiling into his lips as he kisses you needily. 

The sound of waves crashing on the shore calls to you. 

“Can we go down there?” 

“Sure thing, baby.” 

After clumsily disentangling yourself from Taehyung, the three of you walk down to the beach together. You leave your heels in the car, letting your bare feet dig into the still warm sand as you cross the dunes to the ocean below. 

A cool breeze kicks up, sending your skirt fluttering as you walk along the edge of the water. You take a deep breath, listening to the swell of the waves as they break over and over, and for just a minute, your eyes slip shut as a surge of peaceful contentment ripples through you. 

Free. Standing on the shore, water swirling around your legs as you inhale the salty air, you feel so free. 

Then you turn and look at the two men next to you. 

“Come here.” You raise your hand and motion to Jungkook, who steps forward to embrace you ardently. His kiss hits like a tidal wave, slamming into you, knocking you off your feet. He catches you, arms slipping behind your knees, and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you towards a pavilion a few yards away. 

Taehyung follows, and as Jungkook lays you on your back on a table, the older man kneels on the bench beside it, stooping to kiss you as his hands find the new knot around your neck and loosen your dress again. His mouth trails hungrily down your neck and into the valley of your breasts, and as he flicks his tongue over a nipple, waking the bud, you feel another tongue lapping at your entrance.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his soft hair, holding it back from his face so you can watch him watching you as he works. He flattens his tongue against your clit, the small silver metal bead of his piercing pressing against you just right, and you feel like you’re being dragged in the undertow, losing all sense of self, only perceiving the wetness on your breasts and your cunt, the tongues and lips and fingers working together to pull you under again. 

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Jungkook asks, licking his lips as he slips a finger inside you, then a second one. You’re still soaking, or maybe you’re wet again, you’re not sure, but he meets no resistance as you roll your head back with a moan. “Yeah, I think you’re ready.” He stands and pulls his sheer shirt over his head before sliding his tight jeans off. Completely naked, completely shameless, he stands in front of your spread legs, stroking his hard cock as you admire his beautiful body, golden skin covered in ink and metal sparkling in the light of the moon. 

Taehyung climbs onto the table, motioning for you to sit up. He cradles you, one thigh on either side of yours, hands massaging your arms. You press your back into his chest and tilt your head up to kiss him as Jungkook rubs the head of his penis over your slit, coating himself in your arousal. 

“Will I feel that?” you ask him, nodding towards his piercing. 

Jungkook grins. “That’s kinda the whole point of it,” he informs you as he slides in. 

“Oh, fuck,” you groan happily as he enters you slowly, just the tip, then a little more, languidly plunging in and out. 

“Shit, you feel so good.” His head falls forward, mouth agape as he watches himself disappear into your welcoming heat. “So wet, so tight.” 

He suddenly grabs your thighs, pulling you down the metal table further, and thrusts until his pelvis is flush with yours. You wail in surprise and pleasure as his piercing hits your g-spot. 

“Oh, Jesus!” 

“No,” Jungkook says, thrusting again, and again, faster and faster, “Jungkook.” 

Taehyung’s tongue finds its way into your mouth as his fingers rove over your breasts, tweaking your nipples just as hard as he did in the car. His touch is harsh, callused hands rough on your smooth skin, and he holds you upright as Jungkook fucks you.

“Ah, ah, ah!” 

Jungkook’s fingernails dig in as he grasps your thighs, keeping your lower half in place while he ruts into you. Again and again he hits that spot inside you, an intense expression on his face, hell-bent on making sure you’re enjoying every move he makes. 

Despite the chill in the air, sweat trickles down your chest, and Taehyung collects it with his fingers, brings it to his lips. “Fuck, I just want to run my tongue all over you,” he declares, demonstrating by bringing one of your hands to his mouth and sucking your fingertips one-by-one as you nearly sob.

The nonstop jackhammering at your g-spot overwhelms you, leaves you endlessly moaning, and Taehyung drops a hand to your clit, rolling it between his fingers, and you know your end is coming. 

“Come on, baby,” Jungkook pants, “tell me, are you feeling it?”

“Fuck, oh god, I feel it, I feel it!” you babble, head nuzzling into Taehyung’s neck as you totally let go, every muscle in your body relaxing as you let him completely support you, every muscle except the ones in your core, which are so tight tight tight–

“Oh f-fuck!” Jungkook stammered, hips jerking erratically. “I feel you, holy shit, come on, baby, cum for me!”

Intense, white hot ecstasy rips through you with every stroke. Your orgasm floods your body, drowning your senses, driving everything out of your head except for the words you hear but don’t realize you’re chanting, two names, over and over. Jungkook continues to pump away, but his rhythm gets sloppier and sloppier as you clench around him, until he finally succumbs to his own end, cock spurting hot inside you. 

You melt into Taehyung, who brushes your face with soft kisses, a tender gesture that surprises you as much as it pleases you. Jungkook releases your legs, collapsing forward, and Taehyung scoots backwards, bringing you with him, making room for the younger man to join the two of you on the table. Sandwiched between them, you inhale deeply, breathing in their musly scents. 

Bliss. You feel absolute bliss at this moment. Nothing but pure joy. 

After a few minutes of lying this way, music drifts over the dunes, stirring you from your reverie. Faint, but familiar, the tune repeats itself, and you sit up with a jolt, disturbing both men, who grunt grumpily in tandem. 

“Fuck, that’s my phone!”

It was a random BTS groupie, wanting to know which club you were at, or were supposed to be at, anyway, and your panic subsides, but only slightly. Jang-Mi clearly hasn’t noticed you’re missing, and Jimin hasn’t realized his car is gone, but the longer you’re away, the greater the risk you’ll get caught. With a heavy sigh, you turn to the two mechanics. 

“Time to go.” 

A block away from the club, you suddenly grab Jungkook’s arm. “Don’t park at the club. Stop there.” You point to a restaurant. 

“Are you okay?” Taehyung asks, arms once again locked around your waist. 

You nod as Jungkook guides the car into the parking lot. “I’m fine. Listen.” Swiveling, you sit sideways in his lap so you can face them both while you speak. “I don’t want you to get into any trouble, in case someone sees us getting back. So you walk from here, and I’ll drive it back.” You don’t care if Jimin finds you driving his car–after the way he spoke to you tonight, you’re kind of itching for another confrontation. But you don’t want these two to get caught, knowing Jimin won’t hesitate to call the cops on them.  

“You can drive stick?” Jungkook asks.

You can’t help the grin that spreads over your face. “Of course I can.” 

As soon as he’s out of the car, Taehyung grabs your hip, tugging you to his chest. “Take care of yourself,” he murmurs, kissing you gently. 

“I will. And thank you, for tonight.” 

“You had a good time?” 

Nodding emphatically, you smile. “The best.” 

You feel Jungkook behind you, and as the older man releases you, you spin and fall into Jungkook’s embrace as his lips dance with yours. “Good night, baby.”

Jimin is not outside the club when you park the Lamborghini, and you huff a sigh of relief. Inside the club, Jang-Mi and Hoseok grind on the dance floor, still completely oblivious to the world around them, and you find Jimin slumped over a table, snoring obnoxiously.

“Some men just can’t hold their liquor,” Seokjin mutters disdainfully as he joins you. He’s tilting pretty severely to one side, but he’s still awake and coherent, so you give him that much credit. He catches your wide grin. “I don’t think I’ve seen you look this happy all week. What’s–what’s gotten into you?”

“Oh, nothing,” you hum, tapping on your phone to call a rideshare. In your hand is a business card that Taehyung slipped you when you said your goodbyes. You still have a few days of vacation left. It might come in handy. “Just found my joy.”

© 2022 by sunshinerainbowsbts. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

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“Jungkook is angry at Taehyung and it just so happens that the latter is currently chained up and at the mercy of his hands. Seeking his revenge should be an easy thing to do, if only Taehyung wouldn’t look so fucking good taking his punishment, maybe then he’d have an easier time staying focused.”

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Vampire!Taehyung 

Genre: Smut

Warnings: bondage with chains, forced blooddrinking, choking, rough handjobs, sloppy oral, hate sex, angry kissing, licking haha listen, Kook tries to have the upperhand but does he really?

Wordcount: 3.3k

a/n: i have no excuse, my only excuse is that I am a hoe for Taekook and i wanted to write the scene in Sanguis Alpha. lisTEN CAN I? live in peace? thank you ajdfjasj

The door falls closed. His chains rattle. A torch gets lit. Light. It hurts his eyes for a second. 

Taehyung blinks, raising his head. 

“You”, he croaks out, voice hoarse from not using it in days. 

Jungkook locks the door and turns around.

“You know why I’m here." 

He takes off his leather jacket, throwing it over the headrest of the only chair in this god awful room.

"Do the others know?" 

Jungkook rolls his sleeves up, revealing his black tattoos. The silver jewellery glimmers in the dim light, jingling with every move he makes. Those big rings on his fingers make Taehyung weary. They will hurt like a bitch, how wonderful.

"Of course not." 

Jungkook closes the distance between him and Taehyung. Taehyung laughs dryly. 

"How cowardly, killing a man when he is unable to fight back." 

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this is good hehe

Maid For You (m)

The frilly skirt you wore rode up the back of your thighs as you stretched to reach a difficult spot beneath Jeongguk’s bed.

Your final perusal of his room after your thorough vacuuming and dusting had left you satisfied and you’d just started to make his bed, narrowly restraining yourself from face planting on the thousand threadcount Egyptian cotton sheets, when a gleam from the back of the headboard had caught your eye.

Now you grunted in exertion, extending your arm as far as it would go while channelling Elastigirl from The Incredibles. Your fingertips barely kissed the cool surface of the mysterious shiny thing residing beneath the maknae’s bed.

Being Bangtan’s dorm maid, this certainly wasn’t the first time you were contorting into weird positions to keep their humble abode spic-n-span. You had lost count how many times you had found rotting cheetos behind Namjoon’s work desk or condom wrappers shoved into weird places in Yoongi and Jin’s room. After finding guitar picks inside the toothbrush mug in Taehyung and Namjoon’s bathroom you’d stopped asking questions.

Not that anybody was there to answer for themselves anyway. The boys had never seen you in person, what with you working your magic only on weekdays and only when they were out and about. You had received specific instructions from the company to endeavour to avoid running into them. Emphasis on endeavour. Apparently, good cleaners work in silence and anonymity.

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LISTEN I LOVE TAEKOOK SO BADLY I COULD CRY. OR NOSE BLEED. ARGH.

This is well-written and fulfull all my desires, so it’s basically a FAV. 100% fav. Top of the list!!!!!

Dulce Periculum Pt. 2

Summary: Devious and devilish, your two new impish hybrids never miss a chance to torment you for your hopeless attraction to them, knowing exactly what they do to you. But is sly sexuality and enigmatic allure all there is to the tiger and wolf hybrid, or do the depths of their eyes hide something more for you? Part 2/2.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 8.8k

Pairings: Tiger Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader X Wolf Hybrid!Jeongguk

Warnings: Taehyung has some tiger parts that you might wanna google, knotting, too much cum, creampie, cumplay(?), penetrative hardcore sex, oral sex (f and m recieving), slight ass play, threesome, swearing, ugly crying lol.

Part 1 | Part 2 (complete)

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Bewildered, Jeongguk stood rooted on his feet for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. He had expected surprise from you, maybe even a little bit of disgruntlement, which he could deal with and have you back in his arms in no time. 

Instead, he’d just watched you cry for the first time. And he was the reason. 

Muscles snapping back into action, he dashed after you, shouldering past many a drunk people impolitely. Jackson wasn’t gonna be happy with him for slacking off on bouncer duty, and shoulder checking club-goers on top of it, but right now he couldn’t give a flying fuck about anybody but his owner. He was a little shaken, second guessing everything. 

He knew you were attracted to them. It was crystal clear you wanted them. Although he admits it wasn’t the most ethical thing to not reveal his identity to you, but he was a hybrid! He hadn’t considered that possibility until after you kissed him. Because for him, he could recognise your scent from among a crowd of people blindfolded. But what had he done that was so bad you would cry? 

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OH I LOVE THIS AND IM SO GLAD I FOUND ITTTTTT FAV FAV FAV 

Player Two. | Kth + JJK

🎮Pairing: Gamer!Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

🎮Rating: Mature

🎮Genre: Smut, fluff, anon request

🎮Word Count: 10.6k

🎮Description: You’ve always wanted to be as good of a gamer as your boyfriend Jungkook and you’ve tried many times to ask for his help only to be turned down…on your game. but this time you’re over his bratty attitude towards it and he still can’t get enough of yours.

🎮Warning: Dom!Jungkook a bit sadistic but he loves her, Hard Dom!Taehyung he just wants to read, Bratty sub!Reader poor baby, unprotected sex, Jungkook has a third leg, oof!, Oral male receiving, rough sex, overstimulation, fingering, Jungkook doesn’t play fair, …he has a man bun, Pray for Tae…nothings wrong- he just has to deal with those two, multiple orgasms, Threesome

A/N : first I just want to say, I am so sorry this took so long, I originally had this written and done. funny - it was going to be way shorter, but Due to personal decisions behind my account I decided to re-write it completely make sure it was where I wanted it to be. But I hope you enjoy this!!!

Also this is the request:

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Whatever excitement you thought you would be feeling once you bought your new game station, it was fair to say you could only imagine it…

You thought this bitterly after finding yourself staring blankly at the colorful lights of the Flat screen across the darkened space. A friday night with both of the two men you loved and you’re completely bored out of your damn mind with absolutely nothing to do.

From within the cozy bedroom of your boyfriend’s dorm- you shiver under the cold air. Your feet perched up in front of you from within your seat on the bed and you snuggle yourself further in the thick hoodie covering your semi-bare frame.

Next to you sits a preoccupied male haunched over the side of the bed, your boyfriend Jungkook- whose full attention is once again focused on your game station he’d set up for you weeks ago.

“No go left! He’s on my left!” Jungkook would suddenly yell out into your headset, the ones you bought for your new game and the same pair he’s yet to even let you touch let alone wear. The sudden outburst startles you from your blank thoughts gaining your attention in the process and you blink up at nothing before looking down at him, finding your gaze completely blocked by the thick mass of hair sitting comfortably on top of his head.

You give a soft smile as your immediate reaction, your arm reaching up to grab softly at the dark bun. Your hand connects to it and you’re leaning towards him, a tinge of excitement filling your chest and you eye the loose strands already seeping out from the tie you managed to pull off.

You loved your boyfriend’s long hair, the actions of your fingers playing softly within it’s free state immediately sends waves of deja vu to your mind and before you know it- your hands are running deep within it. Biting your lip in content, his silky dark locs slipping between them and you’re too distracted to notice the way he shifts uncomfortably within his spot.

Jungkook inhales deeply, his eyes narrowing to focus more on the game, but he was finding that very hard to do when you were literally tugging on his hair as if he had his head between your legs—…He sighs ruefully and tries to push his thoughts back towards the game.

Damn… why did he think about that? now he definitely couldn’t focus.

“What is it?” Jungkook questions and you pause once you realize he’s talking to you. your hands slowing their movements and you’re instantly looking up towards the Tv displaying the game you’ve been dying to play.

“Nothing…” You mumble leaning towards him. Your voice is small and sweet but your boyfriend knew better than to stick with that answer.

“Nothing usually means something.” Jungkook sets his mouth in a straight line and the tense muscles in his back softens the second he feels your arms snaking forward around his broad chest.

You hum, squeezing him closer and taking in the soft scent of vanilla rising from his hair, a question mumbled too close into his neck and he’s tense all over again, but for different reasons. A surge of arousal hits him like never before and it only serves to remind him of the lack of sex between the both of you lately.

“Speak louder kitten.” he frowns, watching as his player loses to another and it’s hard to understand you when he has multiple voices talking into his ears from different online players. On top of that, your lips are pressed gently into a sensitive spot that has his nerves shooting electric shocks down his body.

were you trying to turn him on…?

“I said, can I play with you? ” You lift your head and now Jungkook could hear you more clearly. He frowns even more, turning to come face to face with you. Finding your starry eyes sparkling from the light, an adorable pout pooling on your cute face.

Jungkook couldn’t resist.

“I don’t know, can you?” He smirks and he’s so close, you could feel his crisp breath fanning your face. Like instant attraction, you’re immediately taking in his confident gaze, but… you knew Jungkook too well to know there’s a hidden meaning dying to come out of those pink lips.

“What happens if I say yes?” You bite the inside of your cheek, watching his face lift from the shock of your answer. Though you could tell he wasn’t too surprised, when your hands move to fall towards his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder leisurely and You bunch your hands into the bottom of his black shirt.

“Then…” Jungkook twitches with an inhale.

He feels them seep under and onto the hot skin of his abdomen, your cold fingers stilling in one spot. His grip on the controller loosens, a conflicted emotion flashing across his face. On one hand, loving the feel of your touch after spending days without intimacy and on the other, wanting to get back to the high-leveled round, he ironically spent those days getting to.

You smile watching his inner battle, meanwhile your fingers inch down further and dangerously closer towards his jean covered crotch area.

“Hmm?” You hum urging him on.

Jungkook’s Brows twitch just a little and you bite your lip, the tip of your finger making the slightest contact with the cold shell of the— “hey!” You’re exclaiming and To your horror, your boyfriend is suddenly shaking himself out of his trance.

He narrows his gaze down at you, his once lust stricken eyes looking down towards your limbs and finding how conveniently close they were to the controller in his hand. Without another thought, he’s shrugging you off, making your body slide away from his and a sad pout makes its way onto your lips.

“Seducing me out of the game? Seriously? that’s so childish.” He scowls back at you, giving you a glimpse into the other side of him that was thankfully withholding his wrath.

You felt disappointed in the process that your plan didn’t work, bitter annoyance taking over while Jungkook turns completely away from you. You then turn to the other side of your spot, looking towards another individual’s handsome profile. “Tae, can you please tell jungkook to stop being an asshole and let me play my game?” You see jungkook’s muscles tense.

The male, who was immersed into a random book beside you, is taken by surprise. His dark eyes shooting up from the object in his hand and the warm light from the bedside lamp compliments his salmon hair, creating a light glare on his reading glasses.

Taehyung gives a small smile, pink lips stretching at the sight of your soft eyes and he pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. Before you know it- the arm that’s wrapping comfortably around your waist, taps you gently on your exposed thigh in warning. “Hey, what did we say about you calling him that?” He coos gently “—and Jungkookie, stop being an asshole.” He then scolds, not giving a second thought to defend you.

Meanwhile, Jungkook hasn’t so much as glanced your way while on the game, instead he mumbles something close to “cover me.” into his headset and suddenly his player is stalking slowly from his hiding spot. Two other players shoot from the back as he maneuvers cleverly through the game’s map.

Taehyung then sighs with disappointment “I knew we shouldn’t have let him on that game, who would’ve known he’d be spending so much time on it, once we did?” he shakes his head.

You slip away from Jungkook and back further by Tae.

“Us, Tae.” You deadpan “We knew that.” You would then grumble, crossing your arms and making the bottom of your sweater rise up further to the top of your exposed thighs.

A shiver runs down your spine from the cold air and your boyfriend glances down momentarily before looking back towards the other. “Just let her play. I don’t see how it could be that bad.” Tae sits up, pulling you more into him and you frown from the sudden position.

Jungkook clicks a button that has his first person terminating an opposite opponent on the screen. “Hm. Well I see y/n losing tragically and She’ll say something she will regret- pissing me off in the process and then I’ll have to handle her being a brat for the rest of the night.” he points out to the both of you, making Tae roll his eyes and you frowning even harder at his statement. He then adds “ I don’t know about you, but I would rather not deal with that, especially after these last few days- trust me, you do not want to put me in a bad mood…you will pay for it.” He sighs, still paying close attention to his match.

Tae then drops his book in his other hand, the one arm wrapped around you now rubbing small circles in your thigh. “That’s bullshit, you love when she’s brat. It turns you on just as much as it pisses you off.” He replies immediately afterwards with an arch of his brow and you find that Jungkook’s eyes are suddenly taking a double glance away from the screen. “I know,” He blatantly admits with confidence, mirroring Tae’s expression.

This shocks you in the process and his eyes are now landing entirely on you as if expecting you to say something. “—It’s not like I try to hide it, and like I said, It’s been a rough couple of days. ” he then finishes, catching your loose stare.

You blink and watch as his eyes flicker to where your sweater lands just above your thighs, A sinful emotion passing through. It’s clear enough to have your breath hitching and the act shows you just how much you’d gotten to him. As he runs his tongue across his bottom lip, you feel your body react in an instant, the cold suddenly not so bothersome as before. Jungkook must’ve noticed this, because as soon as you were going to open your mouth…

“Just be patient.” he cuts in, rolling his eyes and turning back towards the direction of the game- leaving you with warming cheeks. On one end, you flush from familiar ache heating up between your legs and on the other- a spike of anger from being brushed off so easily. You huff within your spot, your eyes narrowing to stare daggers as his back.

“ I could kick you off this game you know?” Your arms cross as you lean away from Tae.

His thumbs click skillfully over the controller’s buttons and Jungkook’s smug image cracks. “You could,” he says slowly “…but I doubt that will happen.” He suddenly retorts, traces of playfulness fading from his voice.

“Are you suggesting I won’t?” You lift a brow and narrow your eyes, unfazed.

He could literally snap at the sassiness in your tone, however he was more annoyed by the fact that he’d once again lost his current round along with his teammates and that was probably because he was too busy arguing with you.

Glancing your way with irritation “…That wasn’t a suggestion.” he clips at you, giving you a riled look.

Your face falls from his tone, heart aching from the way this conversation has quickly turned . “I would have never let you play if you were going to be this much of a Jerk, Jeon.” you cross your arms and send him a dirty glare in response and Jungkook’s chest begins to prickle with a familiar mix of emotions. He sits up straighter from his slouched position on the bed- his long torso easily towering your height. His eyes go terrifyingly blank for a few seconds while staring you down and it quickly reminds you just who you were mouthing off to.

“If I was being a Jerk- I’d have you bent over my knee for repeatedly calling me out of my name.” He warns “So if I were you, I’d rethink what exactly classifies me as that- better yet, I’d refrain from calling me that at all kitten.” he says this, as he’s leaning much closer into you. His torso’s intimidating height seems to grow much bigger and once he tilts his head to the side, his long fluffy hair sways beautifully just above his narrowed eyes- an extremely raw aura of dominance overtaking him.

All of a sudden sharp spikes of lust pooled around in your lower regions. A strange thrill you were very much used to getting when it came to your angered boyfriend, pushing its way through your body and creating electric waves of excitement. Jungkook must’ve read this through your reaction or just by your silence alone, however, he’s satisfied enough to then send you a poorly executed wink before he’s turning back towards the game and stating his end to this conversation.

You huff once again “ If you’re going to keep playing, then at least let me join the lobby- there’s literally two controllers.” You point out only to be drowned out by a series of gunshots and explosions going off from the game- Jungkook’s winning streak rising in the process.

“…I don’t think he’s going to budge y/n, maybe you should just wait for another time. You know how stubborn he can get when it comes to these situations.” Tae mumbles half-heartedly while adjusting the book in his hand. Your face screws up with irritation, thinking of all the times you were reminded of that detail, Including the times you or Tae would have to back down for his sake and it didn’t help that your other boyfriend was so willing to give up when you weren’t.

“That’s the problem Tae- Jeon always gets his way, even when we’re just friends. —I’m sick of us bending to his every whim and I’m not going to sit here and let him discriminate against me, because he wants to be the Jackass that hogs everything.” You’re rolling your eyes once again.

“Really now?”

He’s not facing you, but still you could see the way Jungkook’s jaw tenses a little from your tone, his soft eyes hardening with a strange excitement towards the Tv’s screen.

A strong whistle of acknowledgement comes from Taehyung when he hears it as well. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble, Little one.” he hums, while turning the page of his novel; completely unbothered and there’s a knowing tone etched into his voice when he glances at you “and I won’t be able to help you out this time.”

You roll your eyes at him, turning your attention back towards the younger —but immediately youre jumping back when Jungkook’s stern gaze is fully on you, a small twitch coming to his lips “First, I’m not your friend, I’m your boyfriend, Second, this is not discrimination- you just suck.” He quirks a brow, making the blood in your veins boil.

You scowl heavily at him, Irritation from lack of attention and the fact that he couldn’t care less how much you wanted to play alongside him. “Well you’re looking more like an ex-boyfriend at the moment.” you grumble low under your voice, your fingers playing with the loose material of his bed.

From behind, Tae’s ears pick up on that- his head once again shooting up from the book to eye you and Jungkook worriedly. A small sigh leaves his lips and he shakes his head at your bold statement.

He really hoped you two would work this one out.

Your boyfriend Snaps.

Like a flash Jungkook is abandoning the controller and headset, along with his spot on the bed. He stands tall in his towering height over you, a jump of fear making your stomach flip and your heart races.

Like lightning striking down, Jungkook’s huge palm shoots towards the middle of your chest- His fingers twisting within the thick material of your sweater and He yanks you easily from out of Taehyung’s grasp. It goes by too fast, when you’re abruptly being lifted off of the bed, your shins dragging towards the edge only have you struggle while trying to push your feet towards the ground.

They never make it though, his grip loosening in your shirt just to have him grab you by your upper limbs and lift you gracefully in the air high enough to get a good view of his room, including an uncomfortable Tae.

You squeal out in shock, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders— but as soon as your wide eyes glance down towards him, you’re snapping your mouth shut and bunching them into the fabric of his shirt once again.

He tilts his head, eyes glaring up at you with a challenge, the heat from his body radiating onto your smaller one.

“Hmm…” Jungkook waits for you to say something, fire burning fierce within his eyes and there was no way you were getting out of this one, all thoughts of your game and wanting to play falling to the back of your mind- but now more focused on the sexually charged male holding you in mid-air.

“ I don’t think I heard that correctly…” Jungkook flares his nostrils “ you wanna repeat that kitten?”

You’re silently shaking your head, your bottom lip stuck under your teeth.

“No? Am I talking to myself then?…I don’t remember having such a nasty mouth.” your boyfriend, looks to have gotten angrier by your silence and while it scares the hell out of you, there’s an uncontrollable throbbing within your core that has you whimpering in return.

You want so badly to cross your legs, your feet dangling helplessly in the air- but you’d hate to admit that dealing with a pissed off Jungkook was just as much of a turn, as to him whenever you were in your bratty moods. There was always some part of you that would regret getting him to this stage of anger, but watching the twisted excitement in his glare, had your legs turning to jelly and your skin prickling with goosebumps as his hands brought you even closer onto him.

The movement was enough to make you realize just how much your sweater had ridden up against him, nothing but the full display of your tiny cotton shorts to your other boyfriend beside you.

Speaking of… “Taehyung…” Your voice pleads towards him, the boy with salmon hair now at full alert to the situation, but what you weren’t counting on was the way his eyes seemed to be glued to your exposed bottom half. A sharp scowl pinning your way, before it’s snapping up at the sound of your voice and he doesn’t answer, only to stare at you head on.

In frustration, you whine out- your legs, swinging and kicking towards Jungkook and you’re fisting your hands into Jungkook’s shirt angrily, almost as if you were throwing a tiny tantrum. “I just wanted to play the game! my game,” your body writhes violently and Jungkook watches you with dismay “fucking put me down Jeon, I’m not a kid.” You growl out your next response and to your shock, he actually lets you go. The next thing you know, you’re falling heavily onto your feet, your chest heaving, but you can’t help the disappointment of losing your boyfriend’s touch.

Jungkook’s glare only seems to get nastier after that and had it not been for Taehyung’s voice cutting through the air- you may have thought you’d actually won against him.

“Well you got one thing right Jungkookie,” he sounds a lot closer than you originally thought him to be. You turn towards his voice, the other male no longer in his spot on the bed. “ She did say something she would regret tonight.” Another hand, that doesn’t belong to jungkook, twists your shoulder in the opposite direction, your body snapping instantly towards your second pissed boyfriend.

“Huh?” You swore that if your eyes got any wider, you’re scared they may actually pop out of your skull.

Taehyung steps into you with an intimidating aura, one that almost matches Jungkook, but with the heat you feel burning from the opposite direction- you’re almost glad to be facing him right now. You return a perplexed expression, not understanding how you could have managed to make him angry as well.

“Tae-…?”

“—It’s one thing to be a brat,” he cuts in, his voice lower than ever and the subtle bass of it’s tone- has your spine too rigid for you to move. “You want to play your game, I get it. But what you won’t do- is threaten one of us, like we’re disposable toys, because you didn’t get your way, little one…that’s not how this relationship works.” He scolds.

You shiver at his steel expression. No matter how many times you’d found yourself in trouble, there was never a time when he was this pissed along with Jungkook. Taehyung was always the one saving you from him, not running you so far down into submission, that you didn’t notice you were moving yourself back towards the other.

The hard planes of his chest suddenly connects to your back and Jungkook doesn’t budge the slightest while feeling your body press onto him.

“— I-I was just kidding…” He could hear the desperation in your voice.

There’s a strange flutter in Jungkook’s chest, a familiar sensation of excitement shooting throughout his body and straight to his hardening member. He looks back down towards your trembling state, watching as his partner scolds you- but It wasn’t enough. Jungkook’s hands were itching to bend you over and he was ready for the moment he would give you a reminder as to why this was no joking matter.

Kidding or not- you belonged to them.

“—Are you going to let her play?”

Jungkook blinks and then he’s looking up towards a frowning Taehyung. He then glances down towards you with an equally as surprised expression- both of you put off by his question. His face then goes hard again “Fuck no. I was going to teach her after beating this round- but she can kiss that goodbye.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so pissed.

“She has a lot to learn before I let her anywhere near it.” He then mutters deathly low, but you and Tae could hear him clear enough. It also didn’t help once you felt his fingers tugging lazily at the back of your sweater. A subtle gesture, that at most times could seem sweet, but in this moment -it only played as a reminder to his overwhelming presence.

The man in front of you, looks at Jungkook Thoughtfully, his brow lifting with intrigue during their silent conversation. You think about feeling left out and all the thoughts that could possibly be running in his mind, his blank expression doing no justice before a cocky smirk plays on his face.

“Okay.” He agrees as if it were the most simple solution, a small shrug as he turns to eye you once again and you’re swallowing. “ I don’t think she’s earned it anyway.”

Your jaw drops.

“I don’t need to earn what I bought.” You can’t stop your mouth from opening, rolling your eyes in outrage from Taehyung’s comment.

You received silence in return, neither of them commenting on your bratty attitude any longer and honestly, you felt that that was much worse than having them scold you like before. It felt as if you were standing in quicksand , your entire body dropping further and further into a deep puddle of trouble by your own actions. But maybe that was because you were quite literally being pulled down.

Jungkook’s hand seizes it’s playful teasing with your clothes and instead fists into them from behind to tug on it. “On your knees…now.” Is all he has to say and the command in his voice tells you everything you need to know.

You were really in for it…

A slow breath leaves your mouth and you’re looking up towards Tae. He stares back at you unforgiving, watching you hesitate under his partner’s control. “Don’t give me that face, you heard him…on…your knees.” Tae makes sure to punctuate each word clearly, your body immediately jolting with the second order.

You allow Jungkook to pull you lower, your knees connecting to the soft carpet of his bedroom’s floor along with your hands. From the side of you, Jungkook takes his seat back on the edge of his queen sized bed. The hand gripping your sweater, pulls you closer to him, enough to have you on all fours directly within his reach. This way, he had full access to your ass and even if you wanted to shy away from him, it would prove to be difficult with his hold on your coverings.

Jungkook tilts his head as if he were thinking deep about something, focus falling towards Taehyung. “Are you just going to watch or am I to handle this myself?” He asks, gazing up towards the still male who had yet to make any effort to move.

Taehyung shrugs, his gaze going opposite of Jungkook and over towards you. “That Depends…” He hums to himself, his arms unwinding from each other as he takes a few strides closer to where you were kneeling. You suck in a shaky breath as a wave of lust crawls over you again, your eyes following up the long flowing slacks of his pants when he comes to stand in front of you.

He’s leaning, the top part of his torso coming to meet you in your submissive state and he’s bringing a hand up to lift your chin more towards him. Taehyung smirks, a ‘tsk’ leaving his mouth as he notices the deep lust pooling in your eyes and the reaction has you flushing, your cheeks warming along with how hard you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

You feel your sweater getting pulled tighter, Jungkook’s hand twisting in it even more and Taehyung realizes that it must have been from you leaning more towards him instead. A small whimper on your end from the aggression.

his hand moves.

He half smirks, dropping his stare down towards your mouth where it was captured just above the placement of his thumb and He runs his tongue over his own- eyes darkening at the thought of those rude words leaving such a pretty sight only moments ago. You then feel the pad apply pressure on your chin, your swollen lip, slipping out in effect and that same pad of his thumb is coming up to run teasingly across it.

You hear Jungkook’s voice thicken from behind you “…On?” He leads.

Taehyung dips his thumb in, an unknown sweetness dancing across your taste buds and you willingly close your mouth around it. His mouth twitching and pushing that same thumb towards the back of your tongue before running it along to hear the vibration of your moan against it.

Tae lets out a strangled breath. “How long can she last without cumming?”

His question has your eyes widening, feral eyes fixated on your mouth. “I want to see how long it takes before she’s apologizing for what she said and who knows? Maybe she’ll even beg to make it up to us.” He gives a cocky grin.

Jungkook blinks, his mind whirling around with the idea and you’re not used to him being stunned into this kind of silence.

Taehyung continues anyway “What do you say little one? You’ve said some very mean things to Jungkookie…even when I warned you, so you disobeyed me as well.” he pauses to watch a flash of recognition reach your eyes “ Do you want to make it up to us? — wanna suck my cock to earn my forgiveness?” He coos, officially slipping into his role and as bratty as you felt, you nod obediently, your ass swaying just a little in front of Jungkook.

He takes notice, ripping his eyes from Taehyung and they roam over your backside appreciatively. The sight of white cotton shorts cupping delightfully around the swells of your ass and not that you noticed, but he could very clearly see the soaked patch of your arousal seeping through, a twitch within his sweats, causing him to look back towards the both of you.

Taehyung presses down harder on your tongue “But what about Jungkookie? Are you going to make it up to him? After all what you said was highly unacceptable.” He starts to move it back and forth- another hand full of rings, coming to grab your neck as his thumb is thrusting repeatedly into your mouth. It makes you wish for the real thing, your mouth watering at the thought of sucking Tae off—but then your mind falls towards Jungkook- the boyfriend who was truly pissed and the one you knew could fuck you into a mindless fool for your Actions.

Unable to speak, you nod again.

“That’s what I thought.” He beams, slipping his thumb out only to wipe it off on your cheek and then he’s patting your head like a pet. He then rises, his body straightening to look down on you with arrogance. “But first, Jungkookie will let you play the game.”

You didn’t have to look to hear the defiance in Jungkook’s response. “ What? Fuck that, I’m not-”

“It’s your fault it’s gotten to this point in the first place, you should’ve dealt with her the moment she called you an asshole and you should’ve stopped acting like one and let her play…after all it, it is her game.” Taehyung doesn’t allow Jungkook to get another breath out, only for the younger to glare lasers down towards the middle of your back—his words only creating more tension for you.

You swallow watching as he looks to you expectantly “As I was saying, you’ll play, but only under my rules…if you die, you won’t cum- if you give up before then, same thing. understand?” He crosses his arms again, cold expression loosening once he sees you nod in response. Although your mind was really stuck on the part where you wouldn’t get to cum- a million thoughts surrounding that vague piece of info and you can’t help but to flush even more at what your boyfriend has planned for you.

“ You have nothing in your mouth, I don’t understand why you aren’t using it.” Jungkook’s voice vibrates in your chest from its strength. “answer him the right way, kitten.”

Your mouth goes dry and when you speak, it’s like your tongue was so much thicker all of a sudden. “Y-Yes Sir.” You breathe another flash of heat coming over you when Tae smirks in appeasement.

“Good girl, Go ahead and take a seat in front of Jungkookie, he’s going to help you.” Your boyfriend’s voice seems to grow softer with that. In response, Jungkook is tugging you up by your sweater, his anger surpassing Taehyung’s and there’s nothing sweet about the way he has your back slamming into his hard chest- His arms caging your body in.

“Here.” Jungkook grumbles irritably, handing you the second controller to your game while getting the match ready with the first one. You take it, the cool plastic falling into your hands and when it vibrates to life, you’re shivering in front of him.

As he concentrates, you feel the soft pulls of his breath falling towards the back of your neck , his hands situated directly in front of you to manipulate the screen and before you know it, he’s starting the new match on a much easier map for you.

With your fingers trembling over the buttons- a complete contrast to the way jungkook was doing earlier, you try to get comfortable. Your hips then shift noticeably in his lap and a gasp escapes your mouth once the undeniable bulge of your boyfriend’s erection is digging into your lower back.

His thick shape has your heart escalating, the hope of having him fill you up making your nerves shoot up with tingles of anticipation and You swallow hard in your mouth, your hips writhing on the edge of the bed from the thought.

The screen suddenly lights up and as you’re met with your first person getting ready to move out, you quickly notice that you’re the only one. The silhouette of your character standing by itself only to be faced with multiple enemies working their way around to get to you.

You then feel a sharp twinge in your temple from frustration…the asshole put you on a team by yourself!??

“What are you waiting for?” Jungkook’s smirk could be heard in his voice, his hands suddenly coming to rest on your thighs straddling him “If you don’t go now, they’re going to kill you…wouldn’t want you to die so quickly.” He chastises, your mind easily imagining a shit-eating grin on his face and how badly you wished you could turn your character around and shoot his stupid custom, bubblegum pink gun towards him.

You huff inwardly, cursing him within your mind before moving your character and just as you took a few steps—there’s a shifting sound moving from the side of you.

You frown not knowing whether that was from the game or not, but somehow, you remembered the right trigger button for the fictional gun and you’re setting off a chain of shots towards two enemies coming your way, nailing them both perfectly.

Holy shit.

“…Not bad.” Your boyfriend praises, but he sounds the least bit interested.

Soon that very much changes.

In-fact, In the next few minutes, you’re actually doing way better than Jungkook originally thought you to be. Your sudden onslaught of gaming skills, making him grit his teeth at the fact that you were actually keeping a pretty good killing streak. Eyes narrowing with skepticism, while watching you take out, yet another opponent. Did you really need him to teach you at this point? His hands tense impatiently at your sides, fingers gripping on your thighs so hard, you were sure they would bruise immediately afterwards and the slight pain makes you wince.

All of a sudden spots of salmon pink enter the bottom of your peripheral vision. Jungkook is still behind you, completely tensed and even though you had on your thick sweater— you could still feel the heat from his body radiating onto your back. Your legs still spread on either side of him, you can’t help but to look when that salmon pink is moving in closer towards you. Like a feather Tae’s lips gently tap at the soft skin of your inner thigh and it has you gasping with surprise- his head suddenly shooting up to eye you. You’re holding your breath, dark mischievous eyes peering up at you from under his pretty eyelashes and through his reading glasses.

He smirks “Jungkookie, it seems our little one needs more help focusing on the game.” he says before turning to nip harshly at delicate flesh and you yelp from the pain. “Can you help her?”

Jungkook shifts from behind you “ Kitten can’t follow the rules huh?” he tsks slowly into your ear and with the controller trembling within your hands, you snap your eyes back towards the screen that displays your player standing in one place, multiple enemies slowly making their way around and it was then that you realized you should probably get moving. This is just a test… you try to tell yourself…they want you to fail…you continue to swivel your thumb on the analog stick. The character moves forward, their light walk having them move slowly and cautiously up until you’re pressing down hard onto the rubber and they’re suddenly within a crouched position. The action is spurred on by the feel of two big hands sliding up into your sweater, a shudder racking through you from their coolness and you’re instantly recognizing your move from earlier. They glide upon the exposed skin of your waist and Jungkook raises them up further, his rough palms moving across your delicate skin and up until he stops just below your bare chest. You exhale, willing yourself to relax but you were too worked up with the feel of petal lips making their way around your inner thighs and not to mention the fact that Jungkook’s fingers seem to only stay just before the sensitive skin.

The two sensations have you blinking with uncertainty, feeling your concentration slowly slip away from you and it takes almost everything in you not to look away. You die you won’t cum….You’re swallowing down Taehyung’s words, the weight of their meaning becoming clearer as his mouth lands a hot, open kiss on the same place his teeth were nipping.

“ I-I don’t think this is necessary…” You’re frowning, desperately trying to cling on to your logic when there’s another pair of hands moving sensually across your legs, their warmth completely different to the ones tracing and circling beneath your chest area.

With a vibration coming from Jungkook’s chest, you hear the low breaths of a devious chuckle leaving him. His hands however don’t stop their teasing, but only to move up, the subtle tip of his nails moving around and anywhere besides the hardening buds holding all of your nerves.

“That’s not good to hear, when you’ve been begging to play all this time.” he places a chaste kiss to the back of your neck, small and slow dips following as he waits for a response.

Taehyung has yet to take his eyes off of you, the searing heat of his stare burning on your face when you’re getting a grip on yourself. “ Are you giving up so soon little one?” he decides to ask when you don’t reply back to jungkook. “If you don’t want to play anymore, you can tell us. I’m sure Jungkookie wouldn’t mind skipping straight to your punishment.” He provides, as if to help alleviate all of your frustration.

You’re stifling a groan from the reminder, thinking about not being able to cum if you were to give up or lose this round. “I much rather just play with you.” those tiny words come out in a breathy manner, the want for your boyfriends almost unbearable by now “B-But… I’ll keep p-playing.” you mutter, fingers still moving clumsily across the surface of your controller.

Tae notices during the way your eyes twitch with hesitation to look away from the screen and how they waver after your character sprints into a nearby hiding spot, taking out a random bot. He sees Jungkook peer up from placing continuous kisses on your neck, his starry eyes glazed with carnal lust and anger- his lips curling up to expose his teeth. You yelp out, a sharp nip from him, coming onto the sweet spot within the junction of your neck and shoulder, making Taehyung stare once again at those beautiful lips of yours.

His own actions are brought on by the thought of getting them wrapped around his dick, fingers finding the bands of your cotton shorts and having to pull them down not so gracefully, on your hips. He’s then met with the view of your caramelized pussy, his face going blank to hide any excitement of wanting to run his tongue along the wetness, so he could taste the effect of his and jungkook’s presence. He then looks up, finding not only the smouldering gaze of the younger, but to find your wide eyes staring down at him as well, your lips parting and chest rising a little harder than before. He frowns, bringing a hand up to come down upon your outer pussy and the impact connects with the swollen bud that was your clit. Your whole body jerks, ironically causing your character to do the same when your finger slips on the buttons.

“No looking, or we can really wrap this up sooner than you’d want to.” Tae bites, a look of promise passing within his eyes Clear enough to have you looking back up, but then a whine is quickly riding up your throat. Without warning, He’s sinking two fingers into you, invading your core past his knuckles and curling them deliciously towards your walls. You moan, a broken gasp making its way to both their ears and from behind you could once again feel your boyfriend’s cock twitching with attention.

Jungkook’s hands now move to fully cup your chest, taking this as a sign to up his efforts and he’s glancing towards the screen to see your timer and that your character is still alive. He scowls down towards his partner “ She has less than five minutes…” he hints, the movement of his hands visible under your sweater.

To your dismay, Taehyung completely understands the implication, his fingers beginning to move at a steady pace, coating them and slipping them out run them up your slit teasingly before pushing them back in a bit faster. At the feel of that, your chest nearly caves - shallow breaths beginning to turn deeper and drawed out, your breast rising and falling in Jungkook’s hands.

You’re determined however, watching your character easily take down another bot and then 3 more. You glance to the side to see the timer Jungkook was looking at before and when you see that you had only two minutes left, there’s a jump of happiness that has your heart racing for the possibility of actually beating the round. However, in the moment of Joy- you’re caught off guard by the sensation of Someone’s mouth coming to suckle vigorously upon your clit. The heat of Tae’s textured tongue licking and flicking up, all around wherever his fingers weren’t and for a second you’re almost sure you were about to drop the controller once you then felt the pressure of your nipples being pinched harshly.

You cry out from the abrupt pleasure, your shaking body and fingers struggling to keep on as you try to bring your mind back from the building feeling of hot pressure in your core.

At Jungkook’s mercy, he twists and pulls and molds your chest to his liking, loving the sounds of your cute moans falling from your lips and disregarding the sudden shift on the screen.

Your back arches “fuck please!” You gasp, throwing your head back and feeling as Taehyung slurps up your arousal, his teeth going to nip at your clit and his fingers having yet to stop their work- now going on a rougher path. Meanwhile, Jungkook embraces your position, seeing the controller slip helplessly from your hands and smirking as they reach for the salmon hair of the man eating you out with a purpose. He could see your legs shaking- the view of your inner thighs littered with darkening patches and he wishes he could make some there of his own. With another wave of lust, Jungkook tugs again at your sore nipples, his lips latching back onto your neck instead to place harder kisses upon the supple skin. You writhe under both of them, your fingers tangling within your boyfriend’s hair and all of a sudden he hums pulling away.

“Please what? Little one, are you ready to make it up to me and Jungkookie?” Taehyung’s question seems to make him look as if he was in full control, however you’re thrown off by the wild emotion hiding within his eyes. You whimper, his fingers slowing their thrusts and you’re forced to listen to the lewd sounds they make while doing so.

“ P-Please…” you plead again, rocking your hips into them to get more stimulation. “Please Tae, I didn’t d-die.”

He tilts his head, chin and mouth glistening with your juices before he turns around to see the game paused at 10 seconds. He comes back towards you, his eyes narrowing “You didn’t win either…” he states, stopping his fingers and then looking towards jungkook with an expression as if to say ‘your call.’

He shrugs, his hands stopping the teasing to your nipples, but they remain warm on your chest. “Whether she wins or not, I don’t give a shit.” He frowns impatiently “What she said was unacceptable and I can’t wait to show kitten exactly why that is.” He breathes huskily and close enough into you, to have your body reacting with a trembling whimper.

Taehyung purses his lips at that, his own excitement hidden well enough to have your breath hitching with unease, the empty heat of what was building to be your orgasm, slowly fading away and your mind begins to turn delirious with want. Without thinking, you’re jerking your hips down onto Tae’s fingers, the digits sliding up on a sensitive spot inside of you and managing to stir a sigh of relief from you. Your boyfriend hisses, your pussy sucking his fingers in so tight he almost regrets ripping them away from you.

You whine, becoming bratty once again from his actions and you find yourself caving, mouth pulling into a small pout and spewing out words you would soon regret mumbling desperately. “Please, I don’t care about the game anymore, I need more.” You breath, purposely grinding your hips back onto Jungkook and feeling a swell of pride in your chest from the stifled groan you were able to get from him in return. “I’m s-sorry, I’ll make it up t-to you…”

Tae eyes you both hungrily, catching as Jungkook’s hands fall from your sweater to grip tightly at the exposed flesh of your hips, his face screwing up as if to look like he was in pain. His lips parting and eyes falling shut as you rubbed your ass purposely against his erection.

“Fuck…” he swallows, finding himself so turned on, it was almost painful at this point and judging by His reactions- Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer than he was willing. Taehyung eyes your mouth one last time and to your surprise, suddenly springs up from his position. His hand reaching out, he pulls fast at the bottom of your sweater, snatching you away from Jungkook just as he had done to him earlier. You squeal again for the second time, your body forced to stand up on your wobbly legs and you’re crossing them quickly, the evidence of your lust beginning to pool down your inner thighs. However, it’s unfortunate, with how fast your boyfriend was ripping your sweater over your head- leaving you cold and fully bared to the both of them. Jungkook’s eyes immediately falling towards your swollen chest and perked nipples.

“Show us then, little one.” He purrs, coming to lift your face towards him and he’s leading you back towards the bed.

You gasp feeling your legs stumble and you’re falling on your back—Jungkook having left his spot to place two pillows beside where you lay and you’re looking around, taking a deep breath when you spot him lifting his shirt over his head. You’re caught by the tanned skin of his upper body, tight muscles sculpted over his abdomen and he eyes you back-running over your body appreciatively before stalking his way over to you.

“On your stomach, kitten and I won’t repeat myself.” He taps your thigh, helping you turn completely within your spot until the soft cushions of the fluffy pillows were lifting your hips higher than the rest of your body. You shift, gripping the sheets underneath yourself anxiously when your other boyfriend comes into your view from the other side of the bed. You blink, swallowing within your dry mouth as Taehyung undresses to his full glory, his body immediately catching your attention and setting off the butterflies deep within your stomach. He gazes down towards you and to your vulnerable position in front of him, smirking as he places himself directly in front of you-but this time, there’s still that hint of softness behind his eyes you were used to seeing.

“So pretty…” he mumbles, staring at your lips “I bet they’ll look even prettier wrapped around my cock right little one? Aren’t you gonna show me?”

You nod, biting down hard on your tongue, your mouth immediately salivating even more than before. He smiles even more, watching closely while gripping the base of his curved dick- your eyes able to take in it’s pretty site. It’s hard which isn’t too shocking, but long and oozing precum like an overflowing fountain. The sticky mix drips continuously from the red hot tip and pools around the ring of Taehyung’s occupied hand. You lean towards it, eyes never leaving the tempting sight but to keep focus as he slowly pumps himself harder, if possible. Once close enough, you’re leaning off of the pillows, eyes peering up once again at a fully captivated Taehyung and his look alone was enough to have you lower yourself down onto him, his chest rising harder with every inch you seem to take in until he’s spewing curses and ultimately distracting you from the huge dip in the bed behind you.

“Starting without me?” Your other boyfriend announces rhetorically “I guess you really want to get rid of me huh kitten?” He then growls, rough hands surpassing your muted response and gripping the backs of your thighs to tug you closer as his own legs come to straddle your ass. He tsks’ admiring the unmarked beauty of it, spreading your cheeks apart and lining himself expertly against your entrance - a bolt of dark excitement coming to his chest as he grins wolfishly and imagines all the ways to mark it up with his existence.

All of a sudden, Jungkook’s cock is sinking into you- stretching you within the tight squeeze of your position. His length breaches easily into your twitching walls- not going too fast, but also not stopping to let you adjust to him. With a long mewl, you buck your hips towards the bed, only to be stopped from the thick layer of pillows arching you towards him and you could only imagine the big grin within his voice as he forces you to take him on fully.

“Don’t run from me, kitten.” Jungkook breathes heavily, rocking himself a little more into you. “You asked for this.”

You’re whimpering out from it around Taehyung, the vibration from your voice massaging his dick along with your writhing tongue- drool beginning to pool around as your mouth hangs open from the blissful yet slightly painful intrusion.

“Do you like the way his cock is filling you up, little one? Is Jungkookie deep in your pretty pussy? fuck, tell me how good he feels baby…” He moans out low, a hand coming to run through your hair lovingly, As his dark gaze stays glued to your mouth around him.

Jungkook is still sliding more into you, his grip on your hips tightening the further he goes and the sheer size of him is taking your breath away as he seems to reach his end. But then Just as you felt like you were getting used to him, Jungkook is pulling out all the way to the tip. Your toes curl in anticipation, bracing yourself for the man behind you and simultaneously Taehyung pulls himself away to hear your response. His fingers curl painfully within your hair getting a good grip to pull your face towards him.

“Disobeying me again are we?” He sends a nasty grin, watching your half-lidded eyes blink up at him. In an instant Jungkook’s hips are ramming back into you, pushing his cock easily to the hilt and maybe even a bit further than your limit allowed.

“ oh g- od…” you cry out.

No matter how prepared you were to take him, nothing could ever brace you for the way he immediately pulls back out and begins to set a brutal tempo, His hard thrusts jerking your body viciously towards a still grinning Tae. You look back up to him, his salmon hair glowing from the light behind him and he looks absolutely god-like, sultry eyes swirling with a dark lust from your fucked out gaze.

“Oh little one…” he coos and your mouth parts with instant cries and whimpers. Taehyung’s grip in your hair tightens even more, his own lust consuming him. “You didn’t answer me.” He reminds you with a snarl, the tip of his cock coming back to press at the outside of your lips. The wetness from his pre-cum smears over them in the process and he eyes the way your tongue flicks over afterwards with excitement- the saltiness hitting your tastebuds. His eyes then darken with fascination, dick twitching from your obedient behavior and the action has you clenching your pussy harder.

Jungkook releases a groan from your arousal gushing around him- fascinated by the way your swollen pussy was sucking in his length and how it glistened while his cock was fucking into you repeatedly. He then moves a bruising hand from your hips, his large palm coming down hard on your ass cheek to catch your attention and you cry out even harder.

“Fucking answer him Kitten, tell him how well your little pussy is taking my dick…” he booms, no room for objection.

Your labored breaths are hard to control, the sight of Taehyung beginning to blur from your watering eyes and you swallow in your dry mouth. “He’s D-De-ep, Too deep Tae, I think I-I’m abo- to c-cum.” Your sentence comes out broken with every thrust his partner is laying into you.

Taehyung releases his grip and runs it soothingly over the spot he’d been holding, a complete contrast to how roughly your other boyfriend was ruining you from behind. “Already Little one? No fair and you haven’t even sucked me off yet.” He replies, imitating your brat like persona and you whimper once again- hearing the promising tone in his words.

“Be a good girl and open up for me.” He says switching to a huskier tone and he takes it upon himself to grab his cock, tapping it a few times on your parted mouth. You obey immediately, opening up more so that he could ease himself back in- your moans muffled as they grow louder. A satisfied smirk appearing on his face as he watches his adorable girlfriend’s eyes glaze over and roll back- your grip on his thighs like steel while you’re quickly pushed into your orgasm—You’re cumming around Jungkook in an instant. your body screams with pleasure; a gush of overwhelming heat sending it into a frenzy of delectation, your toes curling in protest and you’re almost wanting to collapse.

Taehyung pushes your mouth down on him, ignoring your loss of breath and his dick twitches again from the sight of Jungkook pounding into you. The man’s thighs slapping against your delightful ass relentlessly and his hands making your spine curve down as they push into the middle of your back.

His face is focused and dark- expression almost sadistic when he feels your walls ripple violently around him and he could tell you were going into overstimulation.“ Look at that,” Jungkook growls with excitement “ I get to make kitten cum all over again…” he gloats, strokes becoming rougher and Taehyung huffs, shaking his head in astonishment. He did say that the kid loves when you’re bratty… it only gave him more of a reason to fuck you like this. Which is why Taehyung almost felt bad for you.

Nonetheless, he doesn’t have much time to really think about it when your head is bobbing down on him deliciously. His jaw going slack at the combination of your hot swirling tongue and moans dancing around his member and you’re suddenly hollowing your cheeks- causing his hips to jerk up.

“How does she feel hyung?shit… I hope our kitten isn’t neglecting you?” Jungkook smirks, watching him, his own grunts falling effortlessly as he digs deeper. You however, can’t stop the high pitched noise from forming within your throat when he suddenly brings another smack to your ass- and four more to come afterwards, just because he liked the way it jiggled from the contact.

In your mouth you could feel Tae swell, your head rising up so that you could swirl your tongue over the velvety skin of his mushroom tip.

“Gonna cum…soon ” He dips his head back, a guttural groan rumbling through his chest when you then swipe over the tiny slit and he’s bringing a hand back to push you further down him. He then begins to thrust up into you setting a consistent pace that has his legs and hips trembling with every stroke. Your eyes widen and tears begin to leak down your cheeks letting you get a better view of his vulnerable state. His dark brows knitted and petal lips parted as his smooth, tan chest rises with quickened breaths and it only makes you want to please him more.

Jungkook hooks a hand behind your knee and pushes your left leg to the side of you. The new angle opens you up for him, the sensation of your battered walls molding onto his thick cock over and over has your mind going blank and your core heating up fast with your next release. His uncompromising thrusts, takes your breath away and just as your nails were beginning to dig into Tae- Jungkook is grabbing your wrists and pinning them behind your back, leaving you helpless .

“So good Kitten, fuck you’re so fucking perfect- look at how youre going make Tae cum… And I’m not far behind.” He chuckles darkly to hide a moan and you clench around him for mercy, your walls quivering in sensitivity. “I’m g-gonna cum in this pretty little cunt and he’s going to paint that rude mouth of yours kitten- isn’t that what you want?” Jungkook growls menacingly, no trace of compassion in his voice.

Just like Jungkook, Tae’s strokes had become ruthless, his cock sliding up past your tongue and you try your best to breath through your nostrils. The only support you have as they begin to turn sloppy and rushed, comes from the harsh grip he holds once again on your hair. Suddenly, you feel him swell, Tae’s face screwing up with unbelievable pleasure and a beautiful moan falls desperately from his lips, before you feel the hot spurts of his cum. His chest heaves and his abdomen clenches - his sloppy strokes coming to a deep halt within your mouth and you’re forced to take in every last drop - your mouth never stopping its work to have him trembling underneath you.

“Good girl.” You hear him breath heavily while making you stop your actions, his hand loosening its grip to rub soothingly within your hair for affirmation. You whimper in return— still unable to speak from having Jungkook pound into you in the process, your second release nearing closer.

Spent, he gratefully slips himself out and you take in as much air as you can, before you feel Jungkook halt within you once again. Like clockwork he’s flipping you over, his hands snatching your legs to pull you closer and before you know it, Jungkook pulls you up to straddle him, slipping back into you and plunging himself to the hilt to continue his rough ministrations. You’re lost for words, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs and you find yourself turning to Jelly, your thighs quivering and even now that you could see Jungkook in such a feral state— you try to will your eyes open to look at him. His face is concentrated on you, sweat dripping down his sides and his long fluffy hair is now matted down and damp in the process.

You moan from the heated sight, the pleasure once again bringing your eyes to tears and when he shifts to meet your bouncing hips, he manages to tear an even louder cry from you… “ Fuck, J-Jeon please” you beg looking him in the eyes, not sure how much more you could take before crashing on him. Jungkook glares up at you, but behind those hard eyes, there’s still a notable hint of adoration within them and that alone could easily take your breath away. You gasp out, his hands guiding you down roughly onto him, his length hitting you in all the right places and even though this was clearly meant to be your punishment—he was now fucking you with the intent to make you cum before he does.

There’s a short tightening in your chest, a bad feeling coming to you for the words you threatened him with not long ago and you’re slowly slipping a hand into his hair while sinking your nails into his shoulder blades- a pained gasp leaving his mouth and he curses from his rising orgasm.

“Fuck, Kitten Im close,” Jungkook moans, his grunts becoming breathless and broken and he lolls his head onto your shoulder, one of his hands leaving your hips to thumb quickly at your clit.

Your body stutters, an abrupt scream leaving your lips as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere with no warning, your nails digging harder into Jungkook as he continues to bring you down onto him to chase his high. “Fuck!” He curses, his arms wrapping around your waist and his release is spurred on by your walls gripping him unbearably tight. Jungkook halts deep inside of you, just like Tae- his cock paints your insides with the warm mixture— his body shaking under yours and he’s planting chaste kisses on your shoulder and chest.

Slowly, he then lets you go and Jungkook, gently lays your body back towards Tae, your head connecting with his lap. You then hiss feeling Jungkook slip out fully, your sore body still trembling with aftershocks of your orgasm and you don’t move even while feeling a huge dip in the bed from your boyfriend collapsing next to you and Taehyung.

There’s a long pause of silence, nothing but the sounds of your heavy breathing filling the air, all three of you exhausted and you nearly forget why you were so worked up in the first place.

A soft caress comes to your head, the feel of Taehyung’s hands running soothingly within your hair and whispering sweet nothings about how well you did to make up for your attitude earlier. You hum with content- your eyelids, heavy and you then feel as jungkook shifts to turn your way.  Your gaze now falling towards him, you find that he’s giving you a comforting smirk and when he leans down closer to press his lips to yours— there’s a sudden thump falling to the floor.

You flinch back and once again you’re caught off guard by the sudden noise of people shooting within the video game- the screen no longer on pause, but now displaying your first person getting killed in an instant and you feel the pull of a smile coming on your lips—your boyfriend raising an inquisitive brow when he notices.

“You knew you were about to die…and you paused it.” He scowls his lips almost going into a pout, but while that happens, there’s the undeniable bulge of his erection lining your outer thigh and Taehyung’s hands going down to caress over your chest and pinch at your sore nipples. You gasp, keening to them and sucking in your bottom to suppress your heated reaction to their incredible stamina, your eyes falling over the screen once more before watching Jungkook’s pout turn to a predatory grin.

One thing for sure…you really weren’t going to play anytime soon.

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this is pure filth and i absolutely love that.

Watch me!!

Pairing : Jungkook x reader , Taehyung x reader

Ratings : 18+

Genre : Full blown Smut drama

Warning : Threesome , A lot of smut, Hell lot of angst, Unprotected sex, gagging.

Summary- You and Jungkook were married for five years and it never felt so because somehow you had given up on your relationship long ago, making you sworn enemies who couldn't even tolerate each other in sight, Only reason being the the two biggest business families involved had kept you in each others life. Until Jungkook crosses a line with his girlfriend and you decide to give him what he deserved with some help from a gorgeous stranger- KIM TAEHYUNG!!

Word Count : 3167

"Tone it down bitches!!" You yelled at the annoying sounds coming from the other bedroom. Your husbands name was being called out like a prayer not letting you sleep at all. They had been going at it through the entire night and not even letting you get a wink of sleep.

Your husband was right in the next bedroom fucking his girlfriend who was praying to every other force that was in heaven while her boyfriend, Ahem your husband fucked the brains out of her. Typical Jungkook. But what Jungkook said next hit you like a train " Fuck baby you feel better than my wife." You didn't know if it was intentional or heat of the moment spur. That's all it took to bring the bitch in you out for some unfinished business.

This was the first time he had bought the twat home, Married for 5 years you and Jungkook had a good relationship but somewhere you had lost the way to your relationship. One thing turned to another and before you knew you had become sworn enemies. And there could never be a chance of a divorce since your families had professional relationships underlined on the base of your relationship with Jungkook.

Jungkook did everything in his power to piss you off, Be it a small thing or even cheating on you making it obvious and rubbing right in your face. "She's so good wifey makes me want to fuck her every second." He would mock you and more often than not you would just scoff at him.

He always made fun of the fact that you did not yet cheat on him, "Just admit it nobody will be as good as to you like i was." He smirked taking everything in you to not break that face of his. You didn't cheat because that was too much work and thanks to your husband you couldn't just handle another man.

But tonight was the limit, He had no right to bring that sleeze home and make you uncomfortable and even sabotage your sleep knowing you had a important day at work tomorrow. You had enough of this and you had just the idea of how to shut him from doing this ever again. If he had to fuck around be it but not at the cost of your self-respect, not making you look like a pushover.

You had a huge scowl plastered on your face as you got ready for the office and stepped down to a shirtless Jungkook and his twat in his shirt drinking coffee. "Morning Wifey. Sleep well? He asked laughing at you. "If Id be you, Id watch out husband." you said curtly and to which he paid no heed. Well he would after tonight.

You had a hectic day at work with shit tons of meetings, product discussions and you had a headache that was splitting your head in two, with all the sham last night which didn't give you a wink of sleep and above all your brat of a husband watching you with a evil grin on his face as you massaged your temples. How could this man be so fresh and energetic after fucking an entire night. You thought amused at his energy.

The day passed by with work getting exceuted as planned and you were done for the day. You saw Jungkook heading home while you left for your destination. You badly needed a drink and you had to let some steam out before you worked your magic on your husband. You were at an extremely high end bar which was the only place where you visited frequently which was terrace front with the skyline.

But today seemed different, different in a glow with the handsome stranger sitting opposite you. He had features that could burn a hole in you, and a voice that could bring down panties in just one word. A deep and rasp voice. Judging by the Rolex in his hands and the diamond in ear you knew he was some ceo-ish kind of guy just like you.

You couldn't help but keep glancing at the guy, He was a sight to the eyes and something in you was literally begging to go out there and offer him a drink but the angel on your shoulder was holding you down. You had never cheated on Jungkook till at this moment not because you couldn't but because you felt you had to keep the honor of your relationship at some extent because at a point you did love him. Eventually going on a dry spell for a year. you had your toys but that didn't come close to a man stuffing you full of his dick.

And this man looked like he was a godsend to rid you of your dry spell, probably like an oasis in the desert. You didn't even realize when you were eye fucking him, until he walked right over to you and whispered in your ear" I am sure i would be thrilled to know whatever it is that you're doing to me in your head right now. Or even better you could just do that to me in person instead." You kicked yourself for being so obvious.

"Kim Taehyung" He introduced. He was a amazing man to begin with, he held conversations like ease and was very charming with the words. The whiskey and your mind decided against you to reveal what you had in mind for your darling husband. He looked at you like his jaw dropping on the floor "You're such a evil" He laughed. You know what?" He said with something unreadable I his eyes. "Let me help you, Il fuck you right infront of your husband. I'm sure that would drive him crazy he said.

You had an initial plan to tease your husband keeping him handcuffed to the bed by sucking him off and keeping him aroused while you would get off using your sex toys and having an orgasm right infront of him without he even laying a finger on you. This would surely drive him mad but what taehyung suggested was some next level shit and you had to give him that. It was going to be an exciting night.

You entered your house and it was pitch dark only the night light to Jungkook's room was visible in the entire house, You peeked inside the room to see him sleeping peacefully. That peace was just about to go out of the window. You fixed taehyung a drink and quickly hopped in for a shower.

You were almost ready to get that brat of a husband, You need just one thing your handcuffs! You were butt naked under your silk see through robe which left nothing to imagination. You stepped out with butterfly's wrecking out your stomach and you had never done something like this and you were excited and scared beyond you could explain.

You walked out to a chilled taehyung sitting by the bar watching something on his phone and he whistled the moment he saw you eyes wide, phone dropped to the ground. "Fuck woman, you are looking ravishing, you better hurry up I'm dying to touch you." He hummed eyes still fixed on you.

You entered Jungkook's room carefully without making a sound and very slowly removed his hands from his side and cuffed them to the bed. Once done you let the robe fall on the ground and made your way to his middle. You slowly got his sweatpants down a bit removing his cock out of it.

You started licking slow stripes to his tip when hummed in his sleep, you started slowly licking it as the length twitched in your hand. He hummed a bit louder but he didn't yet register what was happening. You palmed it a bit until it became semi hard and you started running around your tongue on it. He shifted his position a clear sign of he was almost awake.

You continued your actions on his cock until he looked up utter shock on his face, he tried to move but the cuffs prevented him from doing that. "Babe what the hell is this?' He asked anger laced in his tone. "A Little gift for my darling husband, Enjoy sweetheart. You whispered cheerfully not leaving your hand off his now rock hard cock.

He groaned at the your motions taking his entire length in and out besides the fact that you were full of him throat deep. "Baby i need to cum" He said panting. "Oh too bad husband you still have a long way to go." You grinned letting go of his member and noticing a murderous glint in his eyes for denying his orgasm.

His eyes almost popped out of his head when you called taehyung. "Babe what the hell? Who the fuck is he?" He yelled with all his might. "Ssshhh husband don't tire yourself out just yet, You will have that chances plenty of times tonight. You said running a finger on his lips.

You moved down towards the bed, and started undressing taehyung while he greedily captured your lips in his catching a hold of your hair acting all oblivious to the fact that the women he was currently ravishing had her husband cuffed to the bed watching him, his every move.

He pushed you on the bed and started kissing your neck while Jungkook look open mouthed to him. There were absolutely no words that left his mouth except for growls whenever taehyung made you moan. Taehyung started leaving mark on your neck till your tits leaving behind a beautiful shade of purple and blue.

He circled his tongue on your nipples while kneading the other letting his breath make them sting in cold you felt you could melt right there and then. He trailed slow kissed to your belly while pinching your nipples and circling his finger on your bud. You felt a shiver down your spine while you threw your head back in pleasure only to see a face white Jungkook growling and sweating, his cock looked like it was about to burst.

Taehyung positioned himself between your legs and inserted one finger into you leaving you for gaping for air. It had been a year since you had let anyone down there except for some silicone and it felt like you rocked back and forth in pleasure. You suppressed a moan making taehyung stop what he was doing and looked at you sternly. "Don't you dare hide those moans baby girl, let them out, let your husband here know whos making you feel so good." You let out a cry practically begging him to continue. "Taehyung please i need you to touch me please. " You looked at him eyes filled with lust.

"Fucking Hell baby girl you're a goddess taehyung moaned as he inserted another finger inside you and you clenched around him earning a string of curses as Jungkook shouted on top his voice reminding him he was still in the room.

He fastened his pace on your clit and kept licking it while he fingered you like there is no tomorrow you could feel black dots lining up infront of you as he kept increasing his pace causing a knot to form in the depths of your stomach. He tugged your swollen bud with his teeth and that was enough to snap the knot and make you see black. This was the strongest orgasm you had in a year, Last been when you had a rough sex after some fight with Jungkook and he had taken you right there on his table almost letting you pass out form the number of orgasms he had given you.

You collected yourself as taehyung licked his lip clean, enjoying every bit of your juices that shined on your lips. "Baby let me make you feel good, you said as you got down to suck taehyung off. "Baby?? Really hes a baby now?" Jungkook scoffed, frustrated at the fact that the events before his eyes were turning him on and yet he couldn't do nothing about it or about the fact that his wife was getting fucked real good right infront of his eyes.

You freed taehyung cock from the confines of his boxers and you gasped at the length and the girth of his massive cock. You were sure in for a hell of a night. You licked your lips at the sight making taehyung smirk "You like what you see baby girl?" You nodded with a eagerness and started taking the tip of his cock on your tongue, slowly palming him as your alternated between his length and the tip.

You took the entire length to see the way it would adjusted and surprisingly it did. It was like your throat was full to the brim with his size and you loved that. You started motioning with your tongue and insides of your cheeks as he closed his eyes in pleasure. you increase the pace in and spitting on his length to increase the friction on his length.

You had left no stone unturned to make him loose his mind and you were quite happy with whatever you did, considering this was your first to go all Lolita on someone you just met. you felt taehyung tighten in your mouth as you furiously started to gag on him. "Baby i need to cum, where should i?" He asked desperately trying to find a place to out his release.

You didn't budge and before he could say anything he came real hard. Painting your throat all white. Your attention was snapped by a huge growl behind you, your husband- Jungkook. He had cum all over his stomach his cock still shivering a little. He sure had a kink of watch you getting fucked.

"Woah babe" taehyung kissed you on your cheek as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. That was fucking awesome. He smiled looking at your fucked out state, you sure were enjoying yourself. Jungkook cleared his throat at the eye talk between you and shifted a little. Before you could react taehyung pulled you on your back again and started kissing you furiously not giving you a chance to react.

You felt a delicious warm build inside before pleasure started creeping in your body again. You bloomed under taehyung touch making him show that sinful boxy smile of his. He unwrapped a condom from his fallen jeans and positioned himself at your entrance.

He entered leaving you scream at the position. You being dripping wet didn't help but take a while before you adjusted taehyung size. The guy was fucking huge. He stopped still for a second and when he felt you ease started thrusting in and out of you slowly. He touched your tummy and your hands a little before he started increasing his pace you could feel a delicious stretch inside you as his cock kept ruining you inside.

The moans were only an utter example how much full you were of him that moment, enjoy the pleasure that came with his constant thrust before you started needing more. "Tae please fuck me you pleaded. "Are you sure baby girl he asked still keeping his pace as normal as possible. "Please i need you" was all the conformation he needed before he started pounding you. The thrust gave you a new height of pleasure as you scratched that gorgeous back of his.

He flipped you over and entered from behind sending you into a moaning mess and right there you were face to face wit Jungkook as you were being fucked by another man and he totally enjoying the show as he was hard again.

You screamed for your life as taehyung hit your gspot harder with each thrust. "Oh fucking hell tae, Fuck me yeah just like that. You gripped the sheets for dear life at you felt your orgasm building again. "Baby I'm close, Tae muttered breathless. You had an inexplicable desire of clenching him even harder every time his pounded you which drove him close too.

You both fell on each other panting for breath, ;looking at an equally fucked out Jungkook who had cum twice doing nothing. He motioned something at taehyung and it almost looked like now they were having an eye talk of some kind. "Babe we should let your husband out i guess, Hes had enough. You looked at him and he gave you a look that you hadn't seen in a long while. "Babe le me out, Let me touch you he pleaded with the kookie eyes that did the magic every time.

The moment you uncuffed Jungkook he put you down and kissed you like a mad man, his hands touching wherever they find skin, He moaned your name in your skin as he worshipped every single bit of you. You couldn't fathom the fact that he was the same Jungkook- Annoying, Bratty and a dumbfuck which you often called him.

He started leaving hickeys on other side of your neck as taehyung sat in a distance watched you both palming himself. You could feel Jungkook's arousal on your belly as he kissed and bit your nipples. you were experiencing the pleasure of a thousand fold tonight.

Jungkook flipped you over and positioned himself raw at your entrance and signed tae to come forward. "Fuck that sassy mouth of hers he ordered and taehyung was more than happy to oblige.

You had seen stars and the entire universe as Jungkook fucked you mercilessly from behind and taehyung mouth fucking you at the same time. Over stimulation was just a word to what you felt right now as two cocks ruined you at the same time. You felt each and every sensation heighten every damn nerve on fire as they both fucked you at the same time.

You felt your head spinning at the strong orgasm building inside you and snapping all of a sudden letting your vision black out as the two men neared their climax it took another minute of that entire gagging and clenching to get the two to release themselves in you. You collapsed from all the intense fucking you had been through.

You merely stood in the shower as the two men washed you gently and handled like you were made of glass but it felt really good. Wrapping you in a Jungkook's shirt they placed you on the bed and you gave your self out as soon your head settled between the two bodies on the bed who were equally fucked out.

Deciding to punish Jungkook for that twat business was more fun and intense than you imagined.

New Chapter!

Hey guys :D new chapter of Black Wolf went up yesterday! Go check it out :))

Hey guyss! So I’ve spent the last three days making these floor plans of Jeongguk’s penthouse so that I can paint a better picture in my writing. I wanted to show them to you guys too so that you can have the visual! Ignore the colours but I hope you enjoy them! Lots of love <3 

Author Note

Hey guyss

 I've been thinking about this book a lot recently and trying to figure out why I am having to fight myself to write this. First I wanna say that I AM NOT DELETING THIS BOOK, don't panic it's not going anywhere and IS NOT OVER. I've gotten a couple of comments about how I've written this book, specifically about Tae's character and how he's reacted to certain situations, at first I brushed this off and kept going thinking that how I was writing his character was doing this book justice, however, I've realised now that it isn't. I'm feeling a disconnect to this book and especially the characters and it's just getting worse as I keep writing, I've been trying to keep writing new chapters whilst going back and adding detail to my planning at the same time and I'm realising that I can't do this anymore and I'm becoming less and less happy with each chapter I post. So, I am going to go back and edit/rewrite some bits, I'll be adding more depth to characters and their arcs, this means that the order of somethings may change or reactions to certain scenarios will change. I feel like my characters are getting to the end of their arc too quickly and there isn't enough conflict in the story, everything is too easy.

This book will stay up during the editing process but please do go back and reread this story as I edit it so that you don't miss anything. I love you all and thank you all so much for your support with this book and any other's of mine you may have read. All feedback is welcome as long as it is constructive because I'm sure as hell still learning as I go. I'll delete this once I'm happy and have fully edited everything and am ready to go forward until then I hope you enjoy what I go back and add/change, I hope I won't upset anyone but please remember that these will still be the same characters but just with more depth.

Love you guyss <33

Requests are open!!

Hey guyss!!

I’m now officially opening up request! :)) I love writing shorter stories in order to give me a break from my longer ones and I feel like this is the best way to do so! If you have any requests you can reply here or just dm me ;))

I have a couple rules but I am mostly open to anything, I’m happy to write any ship/dynamic (inculding polyamorous cus girl I love em) however, Taekook is my main ship so they will be easier to write for.

Rules:

- no omorashi (urine play)

- no scatophilia (feces)

- no blood play (except for drinking and biting when the characters are vampires)

- no mpreg

- I’m open to CNC but this will need to be discussed before I agree to it

If something is requested that I come to realise I am not comfortable writing I will discuss with the person and a new rule will be added

Love you all <33

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New Chapter

The first edited chapter of Black Wolf just went up on Wattpad and Ao3!!

Editting Update

First three chapters of Black Wolf have been updated!! :))

Check it out on Wattpad and Ao3 ;D

New oneshot!

First ever request has just gone up! Let Me Take Care of You Baby requested by @taesluttt is a cute little story about Taehyung and Jungkook having some fun in the bath ;))