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slipping through my fingers (myg) {series masterlist}

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: dilf!yoongi, exes and co-parents au, angst!!, fluff, smut summary: you've always thought you had it way too easy. all of a sudden, your life seems to be taking a few unexpected turns. it's time your luck ran out.

[prologue]

1. will i ever see you again?

2. and the hits just keep coming.

3. ...tba.

I need a fic of reader going to bruno mars concert with woozi 😳

passenger princess jihoon who is obsesed with you driving places because he doesn't have a license and doesn't want one, because why should he go through the trouble when he has you

he doesn't care that his friends make fun of him because they just don't get it. they're the ones missing out because when they have to drive everywhere alone, he gets to spend time with you with your hand on his thigh and your voice singing along to the radio

to jihoon there's nothing better than sitting shotgun in your old, hand-me-down car that has definitely seen its better days. the air condition works only half the time and the lining on the roof is in terrible shape, but the radio works well so you don’t dare trade it in even though it’s pushing 300,000 miles. the car has been reliable through thick and thin though, and everytime jihoon sees it pull up to his place a smile spreads on his face

the best part about sitting in your passenger seat is jihoon has the perfect view to look over at you while you’re driving. you always look most beautiful when the sun is starting to set and the golden light basks over your skin through the windows. every once in a while you’ll catch jihoon staring at you and you shoot him a blinding smile that makes jihoon’s heart flutter

"hoon-ah" you say to the boy "i have to get gas, do you want a drink or something?"

"a coke please"

that's another good part about you driving him around, it allows you to dote on him even more than you already do, and jihoon loves it. he loves being able to sit comfortably in the car while you pump gas and he loves when you offer to get him a drink and he loves that the only thing he has to do is be in charge of the music

so what if he's spoiled? you don't mind it and in turn you get to spend a little more time with your boyfriend and that's as good as it can get

best friend’s brother

⚬ pairing: joshua x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 37k ⚬ warnings: alcohol, mentions of unsafe sex/unplanned pregnancy  ⚬ genres: timestep, romance, angsty angst, major feels abt having a crush, lots of flirting, smut, drama, happy tears.

✧✎ synopsis: joshua happens to be your best friend’s older brother. he’s pretty, and he’s got a lot of cool details about him that you pay a concerning amount of attention to, but he’s just a friend (if you could even call it that). still, what does he think of you, anyway? that is—if he thinks of you.

 ✧✎ a/n: this is a rewrite of an old fic that i uploaded in 2016. keep in mind the original version was only 13k! i’ve made so many changes to this story and i really hope those who read it enjoy it! thank you sm!

⇢ here is this fic’s inspo playlist ⇢ smut section is marked! ⇢ taglist included in final author’s note

13.

You flipped to the next page of the plastic binder and squiggled a small ‘seven’ inside the margin. Then, your eyes wandered back to the math textbook sitting in between you and your best friend. It was difficult to study on Jennie’s bed, but she liked it that way, and there definitely wasn’t enough room at her desk.

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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

when the devil drives | teaser

pairing — jeonghan x fem!reader

word count — tba (about 10-15k)

expected release — may/early june

genres — road trip au, exes to lovers, slowburn, angst, smut

warnings — toxic relationships, swearing and threatening language, explicit sexual content

summary — when your best friend breaks his leg and cancels your summer getaway, jeonghan turns up in his place to take you home from college on what was supposed to be a five hour car ride. except he has other plans, and you end up with more than you bargained for on a week-long road trip to nowhere with the cynical, silvertongued ex-boyfriend who you're still kinda sorta in love with.

note — blame @jaeyunverse (i WILL finish this). send me an ask/dm if you want to be added to the taglist!

You’re standing in the heat, the warm wind making your skin sting with sweat, and even with your hands covering your face you can still sense Jeonghan’s presence behind you. When you turn, there he is, standing still in front of the car. The sun’s rays reflect off of the hood of the car and into your eyes, and you blink back against the stinging brought on by the forceful brightness. For a second you can’t see the expression on his face as he shifts, his silhouette outlined in shadow by the glaring sun, but then your eyes adjust to the light and the look on his face makes something crack and split apart in your chest.

You know then that he will not say anything. He will watch you walk away, again and again and again, with that stoic set of his shoulders and the proud line of his mouth, but he will not say a word. You want to grab him and shake him, scream at him to say something, but you know that his words, in all their vehemence and vitality, are reserved only for him. And you’re going to stay outside, forgotten in the sun, where he hung you out to dry all those months ago.

You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling a twinge of pain against the side of your ribs where his fingers dug into your skin last night. For a moment, you can almost feel his hot breath on your neck, his teeth on your thighs, but you blink, and suddenly the distance between you feels too great. Jeonghan’s eyes bore into yours, the heels of his palms braced against the hood of the car he leans on, and even in the sweltering heat you have to suppress a shiver.

“I knew this was a bad idea,” you whisper. “Even when I didn’t have a choice.”

A muscle in his neck pulls taut, but all he does is lift one corner of his mouth in a lazy, sardonic smile. You watch him pretend not to notice even as his grip turns white-knuckle-tight.

“Needs must when the devil drives, sweetheart,” is all he says.

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All My Love || j.w.w.

Summary: He's cool, smart, attractive... and completely out of your league. But that won't stop you from falling head over heels for him.

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x fem!Reader

Genre: High School AU, fluff

A/N: this one goes out to all the book nerds i did this for us besties. this was loosely based on an anime i watched, but in the end it was not really like it lol. I've worked on this for months now so please show a lot of love!

updates every saturday! want to join the taglist? send an ask!

masterlist

table of contents under the cut!

I. the gentle indifference of the world II. if you want to keep a secret III. so this is my life IV. a truth universally acknowledged V. more myself than i am VI. all this happened... more or less VII. we interrupt this program... VIII. if you want to keep a secret IX. i like you (first, second, and third) X. and so with the sunshine

my heart has gone to you - ljh (m.list)

title: my heart has gone to you

pairing: lee jihoon x f!reader

genre: smut (minors dni!), angst, fluff, college!au, fwb, f2l, slowburn

warnings: see each chapter for individual warnings

w.c.: 42.1k

summary: for the record you and jihoon are NOT friends with benefits. your relationship goes way deeper than that. 

a/n: this is the first big work i'm releasing and it actually means a lot to me so i really hope you guys enjoy it! also i'd like to note that there are twice members (twiceteen <3) and a couple other kpop idols in here so don't mind them lol

a/n 2: i have already wrote the whole series and i will be posting one chapter every week unless i get super impatient lol

playlist: versace on the floor (bruno mars) | boyfriend (ariana grande) | often (the weeknd) | real games (lucky daye) | yoko ono (mob rich) | bad habit (steve lacy) | disaster (conan gray) | diet mt dew (lana del ray) | why didn't you stop me (mitski) | better now (post malone) | sour grapes (le sserafim) | never not (lauv) | touch tank (quinnie)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

KINKTOBER 2022 by enluc !

a month full of nsfw content , im not new to writing tumblr but i’ve never participated in kinktober ! — there’s only a few rules : minors do not interact this entire masterlist includes nsfw content aka smut. your consumption is your responsibility ! and last but not least if you don’t like it, don’t read !

extra : mostly all of the writings are dom!idol x afab!reader / gn!reader ( y/n has a vagina ) this was heavily influenced by @jaylaxies ! if anything is the same feel free to send an ask and let me know bill change it <3.

taglist — to be added send in an ask with the certain members / idols you want to be added on to. ex. enluc id like to be added to beomgyu / txt kinktober posts !

day one — sex with yeonjun

day two — somno with heeseung

day three — handcuffs with soobin

day four — mirror sex with jake

day five — first time with beomgyu

day six — friend with benifits with jay

day seven — temp play with taehyun

day eight — sensory deprivation with sunghoon

day nine — exhibition with heeseung

day ten — mutual masturbation with taehyun

day eleven — morning sex with jay

day twelve — overstimulation with heeseung

day thirteen — thigh riding with yeonjun

day fourteen — voyeurism with jakehoon ( threesome )

day fifteen — corruption with beomgyu

day sixteen — pet play with soobin

day seventeen — edging with sunghoon

day eighteen — face fucking with taehyun

day nineteen — breeding with heeseung

day twenty — size kink with jake

day twenty - one — head with soobin

day twenty - two — fingering with sunghoon

day twenty - three — sex tape with yeonjun

day twenty - four — polaroids with jay

day twenty - five — marking with soobin

day twenty - six — praise with jake

day twenty - seven — kitchen sex with jay

day twenty - eight — pool sex with beomgyu

day twenty - nine — shower sex with taehyun

day thirty — orgasm denial with sunghoon

day thirty - one — dumbification with heeseung

ENLUC 2022 ©️ do not copy , repost or translate my work.

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cuddlebug ; choi soobin (repost)

— ✧ pairing: boyfriend!soobin x reader

— ✧ genre: fluff and cuddles

— ✧ word count: 1k

— ✧ in which: soobin has had a long and hard day but you’re his source of comfort even when he least expects it

— ✧ a/n: repost bc d*mblr wasn’t letting it show in the tags so i hope it shows now </3 the original one is still up on my blog but i decided to add the tiniest amount of a little more fluff here but idt it’s too different from the first i say as this turned from 700+ words to 1k

Soobin exhales a deep sigh as he enters into his apartment. Thousands of thoughts soar through his mind as exhaustion courses through his veins. His entire day was horrible and as drops water meet his hardwood floor he thinks back on it all. At first, it started by running late to this morning’s photoshoot because of traffic. Then a staff member accidentally spilled their coffee all over his outfit after bumping into him at said photoshoot. Lunch with the guys still left a bad taste in his mouth. His food was burnt but he didn’t want to bother anyone so he didn’t send it back. While taking the bus home, his phone died. And as if the world wanted to ruin his day even further it started to pour on his walk home and he didn’t have an umbrella. 

Water continues to drip on the floor as he stands still.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Is it the remnants of the rain or the entirety of his tears?

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bangtan search:tropes (a-m)

ksj // myg // jhs // knj // pjm // kth // jjk

» arranged marriage au

» age gap au

» android au

» babysitter au

» bad boy au

» band au

» based on a movie

» based on books

» based on kdramas

» based on tv shows

» basketball au

» best friends au

» best friends to lovers au

» best friends brother au

» best friends boyfriend au

» best friends girlfriend au

» boyfriend au

» bodyguard au

»brothers best friend

» break up au

» ceo au

» chaebol au

»coworkers au

»coworkers to lovers

» childhood friends au

» christmas au

»cheating au

» cheerleader au

» college au

» dad au

» dance academy au

» dance au

» detective au

» dilf au 

» dilf!jk

» dilf!namjoon

» dilf!yoongi

» dilf!taehyung

» dilf!jimin

» dilf!seokjin

» dilf!hoseok

» domestic au

» doctor au

» enemies to lovers au

» enemies with benefits au

» exes to lovers au

» exes au

» established relationship au

»favourites

» fantasy au

» fiance au

» friends to lovers au

» f#ck boy au

» f#ck buddies au

» frenemies to lovers au

» fake dating au

» forbidden love au

» frat boy au 

» friends with benefits au

» first love au

» gang au

» high school au

» historical au

» honeymoon au

» hospital au

» hybrid au

» idiots to lovers au

» infidelity au

» idol au

» inspired by a song

» jock jk

» love triangle au

» long distance relationship au

» mafia au

» marvel au

» marriage au

» medical au

» mistress au

find the (n-z) directory here…

[updated 16.06.22]

Against The Odds Collection

ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung, established relationship, love triangle au, smut, angst, fluff

all chapters and drabbles will be uploaded in chronological order

against the odds is a sequel to over the odds 

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SEVENTEEN Trade PC

Have: Hoshi attacca Op.3 pc 83

Want: DK, Dino, Jun, OR Woozi attacca any

everyone’s college crush

look at his eyes sparking ♡

endless bangtan gifs [20/∞] ➝ seokjin acting cute | for @pinkbeanjin ♡ vid cr. outroher

+bonus hobi’s reaction

so precious

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Stay With Me Miniseries Collection 

exhusband!jungkook, singledad!jungkook, E2L, angst, fluff, smut

all chapters and drabbles will be uploaded in chronological order

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Enemy ‖ eight

Taehyung rethinks his actions while you have a hard time dealing with them.

⤑ word count: 9.2k ⤑ pairing:  taehyung x reader ⤑ genre: smut, friends with benefits, non-idol!au, fuckboy!taehyung ⤑ warnings: 18+ minors dni! discussions about sexual acts ⤑ prev. chapter ‖ next chapter ‖ series masterpost ‖ updates ⤑ read on AO3

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Taehyung ran up the stairs and barged into the room as fast as he could, sweat washing over him as he thought about all the things that could have gone wrong in the meantime. A sigh of relief left his mouth when he realized that your clothes were still there and that no freaks had entered the room in the meantime. Well, except him, but he was the type of freak you were okay with. Maybe not anymore, but that was yet to be determined at that point.

“It’s me!” Taehyung shouted loud enough for you to hear him since it was obvious you were still in the bathroom. “I’ll watch the door.”

You didn’t say anything back, but Taehyung heard you turning on the water. As he sat on the bed and listened to you shower, he realized that Yoongi was right: he was a total asshole who was so full of himself and this idea that he was so much better than everyone out there who let themselves care about others. 

“But why do I care?” Taehyung shrugged. “You don’t stay around after a hookup, right?”

Yoongi’s eyes turned into slits as he gave his friend a glare that gave off exactly what he was feeling. “You care, Taehyung, whether you like it or not. You want a deal with this girl because you don’t want her to be with other people. You’re mad at Hoseok for interfering, which is totally fine if you want her for yourself, and you’re mad at yourself for being unable to admit it,” Yoongi explained while shaking his head at Taehyung, acting like he was disgusted with what he’d just heard. “All this time, I’ve been trying to get you to realize it, but you have to fight me every step of the way.”

“I’ve never said that,” Taehyung was quick to respond, refusing to admit to something that could have easily been true. Yoongi knew him well, and there were a lot of things to unpack in what he’d just said.

“Oh, really? You didn’t tell me you two were exclusively fucking each other?”

Ah, Yoongi slipped up. Taehyung saw a chance and took it. “Fucking and dating aren’t the same thing.”

“Yeah, I get that, trust me. But when was the last time you took a girl out for breakfast after having sex with her? Never. The last time you let someone spend the night at yours? Never. You spending a night and the morning with a girl? Unheard of,” Yoongi said in a spiteful tone, stopping just to raise his eyebrows at his friend. “But here you are, breaking all your stupid rules for this super sweet girl who seems to be able to look past all the nastiness you exude and likes you for who you are. And then, to get back at me and prove me wrong, you treat her like she’s cheap and replaceable when we both know she isn’t. Otherwise, you would have already replaced her a long time ago.”

“Maybe.” Taehyung shrugged, wondering why he felt terrible all of a sudden. “She’s a nice girl. But our deal is about sex.”

“You don’t know how to treat someone you like with respect. You really think a woman who cares enough about you to let you fuck her over and over again will be okay with you doing that to her and then walking out. How are you this emotionally stunted, man? Who hurt you?” Yoongi placed his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and patted it. “I’m telling you, if you don’t go upstairs and talk to this girl, your deal is off for good. But, I think that’s better for her unless you do something about the way you’re acting.”

Taehyung huffed at his friend. Wasn’t he already making a fool out of himself by treating you a lot better than anyone else? “I don’t know what else to do other than treat her like I’ve been treating her.”

“Really?” Yoongi leaned in, an inch away from his face, and grimaced. “You don’t know how else to treat her!? You can’t wait for her to shower, hug her, kiss her, hold her hand, take her out for burgers again, or just walk her home? You don’t know how to do that, right. All you know is how to fuck because you’re an irresistible guy, and the rest of us are losers for caring about people.”

“I never said that.” 

“Well, you meant it, and it’s coming to bite you in the ass. Know why? Because now you don’t even know how to explain to yourself why you’re feeling like shit, and I can tell that you are because you haven’t had one comeback to all of this and you’ve dropped the snarky facade, which only happens once in a blue moon. Go up there and grovel, man, and tell her you actually like her...”

Not long after, right when he was in the middle of replaying the conversation with his friend, you walked out of the bathroom. You weren’t naked, as Taehyung expected. Instead, you wrapped the towel around you and walked out to get your clothes, which he had already collected and placed on the bed for you. It was the least he could do.

“Hey,” you said and grabbed the clothes, walking back into the bathroom to get dressed. You denied Taehyung the chance to see you naked again, which wasn’t something he was used to from you. Clearly, he fucked up, like Yoongi suggested. Everything about the exchange felt cold, which was crazy considering how close you were just earlier.

A while later, you walked out of the bathroom completely dressed, and Taehyung realized that most of your make up was gone. Earlier, you had eyeliner and mascara on, he was pretty certain. Now, it seemed like the liner was gone and there were some remnants of mascara, but nothing too noticeable. Why did you already remove it? Unless…

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung decided to be the first one to speak, realizing you two just had to have a conversation about your thing, whatever it was. It was either that or not speaking again—it was obvious from the way you seemed to be shying away from him. Not letting him watch you get dressed, not looking him in the eye, not talking… The signs were there. Taehyung was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid.

“I’m just tired,” you lied, eyes focused on the door as if you were just dying to get the hell out of there. Yet, you didn’t move from your place.

“Are you sure?” Taehyung gave you another chance to be honest with him. That was your deal, right? All you wanted was honesty.

“Yes,” you responded curtly, not even looking at him.

Taehyung didn’t know what to say to that. To him, it was very obvious you were upset and didn’t want anything to do with him. It was also obvious he wanted to talk it out, yet you didn’t want to give him a chance. He asked you, twice now, and you pretended everything was fine.

“Why are you back?” you asked, breaking the silence, and Taehyung left a sigh of relief. Finally, something.

“I shouldn’t have left in the first place.” That was honest, completely. He shouldn’t have gone out and left you here alone.

“Ok…” You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest and tonguing the inside of your cheek, looking like you’d rather be anywhere else. 

“I hate this,” Taehyung grunted and sat down on the bed, shaking his head. He did hate it, all of it. That was exactly why he never got involved with people—it all got too complicated. “Can we just talk?”

“Hate what?” The spite in your voice didn’t go over Taehyung’s head. You clearly decided you weren’t going to help him out at all here, and he kind of had it coming. The night was going great until he got scared of Yoongi being fucking right.

“You looking at me like that, us being this weird…” Taehyung explained, hoping you’ll understand without him going into detail. “We’re always honest with each other, right? And you don’t seem honest now.”

“You mean honest like you were when you told me you just wanted to go home earlier?” You did it again, smacked him in the face with his words, made him feel like a fool for even bringing something up. “Because you’re still here. How was that honest, then?”

“Oh… I… I’m an idiot,” Taehyung nodded and looked at you, not even trying to come up with an excuse. He was a total jerk, yes, and he had to admit it to you if he wanted you to forget this ever happened. The room suddenly felt so small and stuffy, like it was suffocating him.

“Well, that’s a good start.” You sighed and looked away again, letting your eyes wander all over the room, but never looking directly at him. It made him feel small, Taehyung realized, you not even wanting to look him in the eye. Did he really fuck up that much? It wasn’t even that serious.

“I know, I fucked up. But I came back,” he pointed out, hoping that would get him some points at least. It was more than he would have done for anyone else, and that had to count for something.

“It doesn’t really undo anything, does it?” You spread your arms, getting visibly more frustrated with Taehyung by the second, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. He wasn’t good at arguing with people, especially not when they were upset, maybe even hurt. That was the worst thing about it for him—seeing you almost in pain because of something so stupid and pointless he did.

“It doesn’t,” his voice almost failed him, so Taehyung swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to be as honest as he could. “All this Hoseok stuff really fucked with me.”

“Why?” You grimaced and finally decided to look at him, even if only for a second. “It’s between me and him and it’s stupid. I didn’t want you to get involved. In fact, I specifically asked you not to because it’s something I can handle. You picked a fight with him on your own.”

That was true, you were right. You never asked him to talk to Hoseok, threaten him, or stand up for you—that was all Taehyung’s doing. Why he did that was still a bit unclear to him, but he felt a need to. He couldn’t just let your ex whatever-he-was say those things about you and get away with them, it felt unfair. But, everything that happened after the fight Taehyung picked with the guy was on him. It was just because Hoseok found a way to get under his skin, and it had nothing to do with you.

He cleared his throat and spoke, “I know, but I didn’t want him to tell you these things because they’re not true and he’s just bitter.”

“You don’t have to look out for me. I know Hoseok and I know how to talk to him,” you spat the words at Taehyung, reminding him once again that you and Hoseok had a different type of connection, one that you could never have with a guy like Taehyung. It was his own fault. After all, Hoseok may have called you a slut in anger, but he’d never walk out on you like Taehyung had. 

Since he didn’t say anything to that, you went on. “So Hoseok’s the reason you did that and then just left and made me feel like the dirtiest whore out there? Yeah, let’s blame Hoseok!”

“I…” What was he supposed to say? It was so much more complex than that. It wasn’t Hoseok and the things he said about you, it was all of it together—you two being close, you three fucking, Hoseok wanting you, Taehyung being unable to be a normal person, Yoongi telling him exactly that. It was all too much. Shit like that never happened to Taehyung, and you didn’t seem to understand that. None of it was like him, and it just confused him.

Taehyung quickly got up and took a step towards you, reaching out to grab hold of you. However, he quickly gave up on the idea and pulled his hands back because he realized it wasn’t what you wanted. The last thing you needed was him touching you after what he’d done. He fucked up, big time. “No. It’s all of this.” His voice came out a lot weaker than he intended it to, but he couldn’t help it. It was difficult to admit.

“What? The deal? You can’t do it?” you asked before chuckling, but it wasn’t a happy kind of chuckle. No, it was more of an I-hate-your-guts kind of chuckle, one that Taehyung was used to by now, just not from you. “If it’s that, just tell me. I won’t get hurt. I’ll get hurt if you treat me like shit, though.”

“No, no. It’s not that, I can do it. The deal works as it is,” Taehyung nodded as he spoke, hoping you’d understand that he really wasn’t tempted to fuck other women. Yeah, he could do it, but would it feel as gratifying as fucking you did? Probably not. So, why take the risk and lose a pretty good thing? 

Yeah, that was exactly what you two had—a good fucking thing, even if a bit messy and fucked up and not what other people would go for. Did other people even matter? Taehyung sighed when he thought that mostly because he had let other people get inside of his head.

You scoffed and shook your head, your lips trembling—with anger or hurt, he couldn’t really tell. “Then what is it? I just don’t get you.” You looked at him like he was an asshole, and he deserved it. “Like… Why? Why all of this? You say you want it, then you don’t. You fight Hoseok, then you can’t do it.”

Taehyung gulped but couldn’t get himself to say a word. The truth was, he was having a hard time explaining it to himself, deciphering all the things he was feeling, all the things he said and heard, and putting them all into words that made some sense. He needed time to process it, he’d needed it for a while now, but it was easier to bury his head in the sand and hope for the best.

You, however, didn’t seem to have time to wait for him to make his mind up, and he couldn’t blame you—you have every right to be pissed off. “Ha, so much for being honest!”

“No, listen—” Taehyung sighed and realized it was now or never. Maybe you’d get it. “My friend has just been getting inside my head lately with all this talk about me having this deal with you because I never do this. And he’s been trying to convince me that I care about you, you know, like I want to be with you and I am jealous of Hoseok and all that, and it just got to me,” he spoke without pausing, watching your eyes widen as you listened, hearing his own voice falter, become weak. “He said I give you special treatment, that I don’t treat you like I treat everyone else, and that it’s obvious why. So I, being the asshole that I am, realized he was right and that I give you special treatment, so I treated you like everyone else.”

Then, Taehyung realized that your eyes were welling up with tears and that you decided to rub them before they fell in front of him. You were too proud to let him see you cry because of him, but that didn’t make him feel any better. Of course, he didn’t want to see you cry, but not because it would be uncomfortable—it was because Taehyung would know he was to blame for it, and that’s something that would have made him feel bad. No matter what kind of a guy he was, he really didn’t get off on making people cry, especially people who have always been nice to him like you have.

“It’s stupid, I know,” he went on, feeling the need to keep talking, unable to bear the silence and the sight of you almost crying because of something really idiotic and meaningless he did. “I really fucked up and I do feel bad about making you feel… Bad.”

“Taehyung, I don’t need or want you to care about me that way. You made it clear that you don’t and that you never will,” you said, your voice shaking. “But I do expect you to care for me as a person. Fuck buddies should be on friendly terms, right? I’m sure you wouldn’t treat a friend this way.”

He reached out to touch you, but you moved away, denying him the comfort of your touch. “Please, don’t, not now.”

“It won’t happen again,” Taehyung said, sighing. He was defeated, completely. You’d never moved away from him like that, never turned him down so easily, never spoke to him in that tone. “I promise.”

“I don’t know if I can believe that,” you said with a shrug, looking very hurt. “How can I be sure you won’t kick me out of your car the next time we fuck there? Or throw me out of your apartment when we’re done? God forbid your friend thinks you like me.”

Taehyung groaned at himself, sighing deeply before he said something he would regret. He just wanted to swear at himself and his stupidity for getting himself in this situation. Of course he fucking liked you—you two have been fucking for a while now, you got along well, and he had the best time when he was with you. What was so wrong about admitting that? Why did he even get upset over his friend insinuating that? “You know me, and I wouldn’t do that,” he tried to sound reassuring when he told you that, but the frown on your face told Taehyung you just didn’t buy it.

“Well, I thought you wouldn’t literally piss on me and then leave me naked in someone else’s bathroom, but I was fucking wrong, wasn’t I?” The tone of voice you used was enough to make him feel dumb. But, it was the way you looked at Taehyung that completely ruined him. Your eyes were narrowed into slits as you glared at him angrily, with disgust on your face, hurt written all over it. 

At that moment, he felt like the worst person alive. He was a selfish, horny idiot. That was all there was to it. What you said sounded terrible because it really was terrible. There was no explanation that could make it sound acceptable, no way to make it seem better. Who the fuck did things like that, honestly? The alcohol Taehyung drank evaporated from his system in the meantime, leaving him sober and embarrassed by his earlier actions.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung told you, unable to come up with anything that described what he was feeling any better. “It was a mistake. I just… I felt bad about seeing you like that.” That was the truth. It wasn’t his feelings, it wasn’t Hoseok or Yoongi—it was Taehyung and him doing this to you that made him walk away and pretend it never happened. He didn’t walk away because he regretted being with you, having the deal with you, or anything like that. He just couldn’t handle what he’d done.

His statement confused you. You frowned and asked, “Like what?” 

“I mean, I shouldn’t have tried to treat you like I treat other girls I don’t even remember,” he explained with a sigh. That was it. Seeing you like that made him feel bad because you meant more than just stupid fun at the end of a night, more than a person he can try out a kink with and move on like he didn’t know them. You didn’t deserve to be with a guy like him, who’d do that to you. “It’s a shitty thing to do, even for me, but I hope you’ll be able to… Forgive this.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” you said and tried to walk past him, but Taehyung placed his hand in front of you, making you run into it and stopping you from leaving. His hand slid down your side and wrapped around your waist, pulling your side into his stomach, but you still stared right ahead, refusing to look to the side and face him. You were too proud to give him a chance, as you should have been. Taehyung knew he fucked up.

“Let’s not do this,” you muttered the words under your breath, jaw clenched, eyes watering. Even though you seemed to be pissed off with him, you weren’t trying to break free from his touch, and that gave Taehyung some hope.

“Please don’t leave yet,” Taehyung leaned in and rested his forehead against the side of your head, taking a deep breath. You smelled divine, as always. Familiar, even. He was used to you. “Let’s talk this out.”

“Taehyung,” you said with a sigh, still refusing to look at him. “I want to leave because I don’t know what else to tell you. I feel terrible, I really want to get home, take a long shower in my own bathroom so I stop feeling so fucking dirty and gross, and I want to forget this ever happened. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.”

With a gentle squeeze to your side, Taehyung exhaled softly. “You can trust me.” His words sounded so cheap now, after everything he’d done to you.

“How do I know that? I feel scared of the next thing you’re going to try to convince yourself we’re just strangers who fuck,” you admitted, voice practically cracking by the end of the sentence, and your doubt upset him. 

He wasn’t angry, just disappointed with himself. Because of the way he had acted, you no longer trusted him, and that was the one thing that was great about you two. Honesty, trust, having fun… It was possible because you could be real with each other, and Taehyung and his dick ruined that.

“I won’t,” was all he could tell you, but he meant it. He’d never do something as stupid as that again if you gave him a chance.

“Again, how do I know that?” you spat the words at him before grabbing his hand, prying it away from your body, and pushing it away from your waist in anger. Taehyung felt like you were about to really walk away for good and that he’d never get to even talk to you again, which was something he would hate to see happen. When would he ever meet someone that made him want to give this a go? He’d never met someone like that before you.

So, instead of completely ruining the whole thing, Taehyung wrapped both arms around you and pulled you in for a hug. Surprisingly, you didn’t struggle, but you definitely weren’t about to hug him back. Despite your initial protest, you relaxed in his arms and let him hug you, sighing deeply. Not knowing what else to do, Taehyung leaned in, resting his chin on your head. “Because I do fucking care for you, somehow. I don’t know what to do about it.”

It was a huge thing for someone like Taehyung to admit, especially since it was the first time he’d ever said something so personal to someone. It was like he’d just given you leverage, something you could use against him when you wanted to hurt him, and that wasn’t something Taehyung ever wanted. 

The words were hard to even think of, let alone say, but they were honest and real, and that was what he promised you. He knew that was why he hated seeing you like that, hated thinking of you as someone he could use for sex—you’d stopped being just that a long time ago. People used him for sex, too, there was nothing bad in that if both people agree on it, but with you, things just didn’t work that way, not anymore.

Taehyung wasn’t sure what he was expecting you to say to his sudden confession, but it definitely wasn’t what you mumbled, “If this is how you treat people you care about, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“I don’t know how to do it, that’s the problem, and I get it,” he admitted through a whisper, feeling even more vulnerable than before. How do other people do it? How do they talk about these things, how are they okay with them? “What would make this better? Do you want to do the same to me?”

Taehyung felt you sigh before he heard you grunt, and then your body went all stiff in his arms. “Do you really think treating you like shit would make me feel better? Come on, Tae… Why would I want that?”

“We’d be even,” he suggested, even though it was a stupid think to even think. 

You moved away from his touch, and he was scared you were going to walk out. But, you only took a step backwards and looked straight into his eyes. “Fuck, Taehyung, I don’t want to be even. We’re not kids, I don't think I need to hurt you back to feel better, and I won’t. I just want to know that I can trust you not to let me down like that anymore. It’s not about the golden shower, believe me. I want to try things with someone I can trust, which is why I said yes to you in the first place. But now, I feel like the trust is gone, and I don’t know what else to do.”

That made a lot of sense. Taehyung would have a hard time trusting you if you did something similar. And then, it would all stop. Realizing how you were feeling only made his stomach drop and his throat dried up at the idea of you never trusting him again. 

So, he said the first thing he could come up with, something that sounded reasonable, something that would convince you to stay. “We don’t have to fuck until you trust me.”

“Okay, so you’ll wait for me to call you for months?” you countered with a cocked up eyebrow. Usually, when you’d give him that look, it was a sign of you being in the mood. That night, it was a sign of you thinking he was an idiot.

Taehyung gulped, feeling dread wash over him—not because he couldn’t hold on without sex for that long, but because he didn’t want to go on without talking to you or seeing you for months. Months sounded like a long time. “We can, uh, talk and hang out without having sex. Right?”

“Since when do you want that?” You crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for him to come up with something.

“I’ve just told you that I do,” Taehyung explained with a sigh, realizing he’d have to work harder on convincing you. “Like I’ve said, all this with Hoseok got me thinking.”

Your eyes widened and you nodded. “Is this about the beef you have with Hoseok and you wanting to prove you’re better?”

“No, it’s not that. I just realized that you could really just change your mind and start hooking up with Hoseok or anyone else for that matter, and the thought really bugged me. Not because it’s him, but because it’s you. I have fun with you, I do see you as a friend, and it would really suck if we stopped seeing each other.” There, he said it.

“Okay, listen… The next time you start thinking about stuff that worries you and has something to do with us, just let me fucking know,” you muttered the words out and gave him a knowing look. “I don’t expect you to care or change your behavior towards me. I’m fine with getting to fuck you when we’re both in the mood, but I’m not fine with you treating me like I’m someone you can just walk out on.” 

“It will never happen again, I promise,” Taehyung crossed his heart with a couple of nods. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get in my head like that again, but I will let you know.”

You hummed and looked to the side, eyes wandering around while you thought about something. “Is it… Was it because I told you that you have a soft spot for me?”

Oh, you did say that, and it did make Taehyung feel like Yoongi was right. It felt like everyone could see it except him. When he’d heard you say it, it just convinced him that he was the only one who doesn’t know himself at all. “It was that and all the other things I’ve mentioned. It all happened within an hour and it’s a lot to process.”

“That’s exactly how I feel,” you admitted, gulping loudly, showing some kind of nervousness Taehyung wasn’t used to seeing from you. “Maybe we should go home.”

Home? Taehyung didn’t want to say goodbye for the night, not after everything. He needed to be around you for a while longer, just until he felt like everything was okay, like he hadn’t ruined everything. “Can I… Come with you?” he dared ask, knowing you could turn him down.

Without batting an eye, you did exactly that. “I’d rather if you don’t. Not now.”

“Are you sure?”

You scoffed and looked at him again, your expression softening a bit. “Yes. I want to be alone and think about everything.”

Taehyung’s heart sank to his stomach when he realized you were determined not to spend more time with him. It could have been just a temporary thing—you didn’t want to talk to him that night. But, Taehyung was scared. What if it turned into something permanent? 

So, desperately, he suggested, “Can I walk you home?”

“I’m tired, I’ll get a cab.” Once again, you turned him down easily, showing him you really didn’t want to be around him, which was upsetting, and not in the angry type of way. No, Taehyung just felt his chest shrink down until it felt like he couldn’t take a breath. 

But, he had to let you have your way. It was your right not to want to be around him, especially after the way he treated you. If he kept pushing and trying to force you to talk to him, Taehyung would just ruin everything, and he was already on thin ice with you.

Finally, he came up with something that sounded appropriate, something that would buy him a little more time with you. “Let’s share an Uber, at least.”

You said yes to that, even though unwillingly, and the wait for the Uber was really weird. You both stood out there in the cold, and Taehyung just really wanted to hug you, but it was out of the question. Your usual thing was kissing, groping, having your hands on each other when you were somewhere together. That night, you were standing feet apart, bodies not even brushing against one another, let alone touching. Taehyung could forget all about kissing and hugging. They were privileges he’d lost by being a fucking moron.

The last thing he wanted was for you to go home and think about what a piece of shit he was and decide to break things off with him. But, he couldn’t prevent that from happening. You had every right to decide you were over this thing with him, and Taehyung couldn’t do anything about it. Still, it didn’t feel like he made things right.

The drive to your place was quiet, but Taehyung used the opportunity to place his hand over yours. Surprisingly, you didn’t move it away, so that felt comforting. You may have been pissed off at him, but you at least appreciated him holding his hand over yours, and that was something. It wasn’t something he usually did, but he was desperate to keep you close then, dying to have you treat him the way you usually do.

When the driver pulled up at your place, Taehyung got out of the car with you, not even thinking about his decision twice. What was he supposed to do, drive off without getting to talk to you in private for a minute or two, without saying goodbye? He definitely wasn’t going to do it in a fucking Uber, not after the fuck up he’d made earlier.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so keen on the idea, judging by the glare you gave him when he stepped onto the sidewalk and stood right next to you. “Where are you going?”

“I want to walk you to your door,” he told you while you just stood there and glared at him, making him feel like an even bigger idiot than he already was.

“Taehyung… Please go back inside,” you hissed the words at him like you were angry, even though he thought you were on somewhat good terms again. Wasn’t that what your conversation back in the room was all about? “You can’t stay over.”

“I know…” Taehyung nodded, hoping you saw that wasn’t his goal, “I just want to… Hug you, at least.”

It was an embarrassing thing to admit, but it would definitely make him feel better. Well, it would at least make Taehyung feel like you didn’t hate him, and that was something. 

The way you scoffed made his head snap up in your direction. “You want a hug? You, Kim Taehyung? Kim I’ve-never-had-a-feeling-in-my-life Taehyung? Please.” The tone told him you were done with him for the night.

“That was mean,” he pointed out, even if he couldn’t blame you for saying all those things. You had every right to be mean to him and not take his words seriously, especially not after he walked out on you in that position at someone else’s place. Besides, you were right—Taehyung wasn’t the type of guy who cared or asked for hugs, yet there he was, needing one from you.

“It was. You’re right. I’m sorry,” you whispered, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “I’m just mad now, and that’s why I think it’s best if you go home.” 

“I think we should spend more time together and…” he gulped, “talk about it. I don’t want to go home knowing you’re mad at me.” It was the truth—Taehyung would hate going to bed knowing you’re in your bed thinking about how much you hate him or, even worse, crying over the way he treated you.

“You can’t fuck your way out of everything, Taehyung.” 

Well, touché. You had a comeback for everything he said, which usually amused him. Tonight, it only served as a reminder of what kind of an asshole Taehyung was to you and how good he’d had it all that time when he was on your good side, when you treated him well, when you were gentle with him.

He admitted, “I’m starting to realize that.” 

“Okay. Good.”

“Maybe I’ve misspoken. I meant, I don’t want to go home knowing you’re hurt because of me,” Taehyung began, hoping he’d manage to get the words out in a way that made sense. “When I walked out on you, I didn’t think that I wanted to humiliate or hurt you. I thought I should treat this girl like I treat every other one because I just don’t care and I don’t want people to get any ideas.”

You tried to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him, but you failed and did it with a snort. “Wow, every girl’s dream.”

“But it’s not true, clearly,” he added quickly. It wasn’t, it really wasn’t. Fucking Yoongi was right. He did care about you and wanted things to stay the same. At the same time, Hoseok was wrong.

“I kind of doubt that, Tae,” you told him softly, eyes sparkling in the dark. 

This time, he couldn’t help but groan. “Why in the fuck would I be here? I got to fuck you. I got to play out a dumb fantasy. I could have just left like I said I would. I’d find someone else to fuck. I like us!”

“Who’s ‘us’, Taehyung? We don’t exist,” you pointed out slowly, your voice almost cracking again. You were right—you two as a thing didn’t really exist—but weren’t you friends with benefits? Wasn’t he the only guy who got to kiss you and touch you and fuck you whenever you both wanted it? That had to count for something. As if you noticed the disappointed look on his face despite not even looking at him, you sighed and quickly added, “Let’s call it a night, hm? It’s been too eventful for my liking, and I just really want to be alone.”

And then, you leaned in for a hug, which he gladly accepted. The hug you gave Taehyung was a weak attempt to try to make it seem that things were alright. You did it for him, to get him to go home and leave you alone, which he did. He let you out of his embrace when he felt you pushing away, and wished you a good night, hoping you’d ask him to stay. You promised to text him when you had time to think about the whole thing some more, but Taehyung felt that was just your way of letting him down gently. 

So, he wallowed in self-pity for a while, hoping that you’d call him or that he’d forget about it. Since he didn’t want to compromise your deal, Taehyung couldn’t exactly go out and fuck someone, which meant he didn’t have that many options other than just try to forget. He didn’t talk about the whole thing with Yoongi, deciding not to let other people mess with his head anymore. He knew what he felt, and he was just waiting for your decision. Whatever happened was going to happen between you two, and the opinions of his friends or fucking Hoseok didn’t matter.

Despite feeling like crap, Taehyung went out the next week after his friends insisted he came. He’d been spending time on his own all week, and they were wondering if everything was okay. Since the last thing he wanted was to discuss anything related to you, which would definitely happen if Yoongi had a say in it, Taehyung just decided to go out with them and pretend he was feeling just fine.

He may have gone out, but he wasn’t really drinking—just a drink or two to stay awake and have enough patience to deal with drunk assholes. Were all drunk people usually that annoying or was it just because Taehyung was finally sober for a change? Whatever it was, it made him feel antsy. He avoided large crowds and stuck with the couple of people he knew who weren’t obnoxiously drunk—not just yet. 

And then, he noticed you walking in with a couple of friends, tipsy and happy. Taehyung could tell by the way you were giggling and holding onto your friend’s arm, not even looking around the room to see who was there. Definitely drunk. The sound of your giggling filled his ears, and he wished he could just walk over to you and kiss you, maybe even grab your ass, ask you to come upstairs with him, like he’d done so many times before. But, even a hug would have been nice. He just needed a sign that it was all okay, that it would go back to normal, that he hasn’t ruined the whole thing by thinking with his stupid fucking dick.

Your eyes meet for a second or two, but definitely long enough for you to realize it was him you were looking at. You froze for an instant but quickly recovered and looked away, continuing to talk to your friends, making your way out of the room and into the next one, away from Taehyung’s questioning gaze. He had no right to follow you or walk up to you to see how you were doing. You asked him for time to think. If your idea of thinking about you two was going out and drinking with friends, he definitely wasn’t going to blame you. Taehyung just hoped you’d let him know what you’d decided and not just string him along. 

An hour later, he started feeling restless, wondering where you were, who you were with, and whether you were even thinking about him. You were all he could think about, and it felt annoying, to say the least. Taehyung had another drink in the meantime, but it was nowhere near enough to stop thinking about you. Against his better judgment, he pretended to be looking for the bathroom and walked around the place, hoping to see you. But, he was praying he wasn’t going to run into you with someone else. For some reason, that thought would really upset him, Taehyung was aware.

Thankfully, you were with your friends, dancing and laughing, looking as gorgeous and carefree as ever. You were drunk, that much was clear, but not too drunk to be out of it. He watched you dance for a while, letting his eyes wander all over your body, the body he’d had so close so many times, the body he missed having under him. Taehyung shook himself out of his thoughts about you and everything he wanted to do to you and left the room. 

Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, so he texted you a while later. 

Taehyung: so pretty when you smile like that :)

After he pressed ‘send,’ Taehyung realized that sounded kind of creepy, but he couldn’t unsend it, so he just went with it. You’d already told him to fuck off, so this text couldn’t really ruin anything. He wasn’t expecting you to answer, especially not within ten minutes, but you did.

You: pretty? not a compliment i expected from you

Were you angry? Upset? Teasing? Taehyung couldn’t tell. He wished you’d told it to him in person so he could have seen your face and heard your tone. Since you hadn’t, Taehyung could only guess, so he went with teasing—it suited him the most out of all the possible options.

Taehyung: i mean, do i think you’re hot and do i want to fuck you stupid? yes. this just sounds nicer

Taehyung: and is just as true

He wasn’t sure if the texts were too much, but they were honest, and that was the most he could do—other than walking over to you and kissing you, which could probably end the whole thing. So, he stuck to texts. You didn’t respond that time, which made him realize he fucked it up. Maybe you were upset with him for not putting in any effort, for following your instructions to leave you alone, for even texting you a compliment. Maybe the other texts he sent just annoyed you even more. It was all possible, and the game wasn’t something Taehyung was used to playing, so it left him confused.

Despite feeling like crap, he didn’t have any more drinks. Instead, he hung around in the quieter rooms and tried to stay awake, even though the thought of just going home was attractive. Thankfully, Taehyung didn’t leave because he would have missed you when you came out to look for him. That was what you had to be doing when you walked inside the room and looked around until you looked straight into his eyes. His head snapped up in your direction, and you were next to him before he could blink.

“Let’s go upstairs,” you suggested, grabbing his hand. Nothing about it was gentle or sweet, but Taehyung let you hold his hand and lead the way. 

You walked up the stairs and into a random bedroom without a word, locked the door behind you in complete silence, pushed Taehyung onto the bed, and took off your underwear, sliding it down your legs while staying covered with your dress. The whole scene was confusing him, but it was so hot at the same time—you, just taking what you want, which just so happened to be him. 

The next second, you were straddling his thighs, fingers fumbling with his zipper. At that point, Taehyung stopped you by covering your hands with his and sighing. “Hey, hey… You good there?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, pouting at the zipper. “Just want to get these off.”

“Sure you can do this?” he asked, even though he was risking you getting up and walking away. “Not too drunk?”

“I’m not that drunk, Tae. Four drinks, maybe,” you explained as you finally pulled the zipper down. The next second, your hand was under the waistband of his boxers, palming to find his cock. You hissed when you did, finding it hard for you already. “I can do this. Can you?”

“Three drinks,” Taehyung told you, mesmerized by the way you were stroking him as if you were just trying to get him hard enough to fuck. He already was. “No longer angry with me?”

“Tae, let’s just… do this,” you suggested, a hint of annoyance in your voice. It made Taehyung realize he wasn’t there because you were trying to make up with him—if that even existed in a friends-with-benefits situation. No, you were just there to get off, and he was just familiar. 

“If that’s what you want,” he responded with a shrug and lifted his hips off the bed so you could slide his jeans and boxers down his thighs, just enough to let his cock spring free, thick and hard for you. 

Taehyung watched you stroke him slowly, eyes focused solely on his cock, hissing when you saw him leak precum for you. “No condom, right?” You finally looked up at his eyes as if you were trying to check if he’d lie. He hadn’t had sex with anyone else since you two argued, and he hoped this meant you hadn’t either. That would mean the deal was still on, even if things weren’t exactly peachy right then. There was hope, after all. 

“No condom,” he confirmed, propping himself up on his elbows and getting a good look at you. “Once again, you’re sure about this?”

“Tae, I need to come,” you said firmly, nodding at him right after as if he was slow. “Do you want to come too?”

“Y-yeah,” he gulped, “I do.”

“Okay, then let’s just think about coming,” you suggested, moving your knees towards his hips until you were kneeling right above his crotch and guiding his dick towards your entrance. You started to ease yourself down onto his cockhead, but Taehyung’s grip around your waist stopped you in place, and you looked up at him. “What?”

“No prep?” Taehyung questioned, wondering if you were really as sober as you claimed. None of it was like you, yet you didn’t seem to be slurring your words. You just seemed out of it, and that was somehow worse, at least in his eyes.

Your huff gave off your annoyance with him. “I just want you to fuck me.”

“Just that?” Taehyung asked, hoping he’d hear a different answer.

“Isn’t that what you’re here for?” you retorted with a half-smirk. “Not like you to talk this much when someone’s offering a quick fuck.”

Your words stung a bit, Taehyung couldn’t lie, but he had to grit his teeth and move on. You had a bit to drink, you were still angry with him, and just needed release. At least you came to him and not some other guy, choosing to end your agreement. 

“Then you’ll get fuck like you want,” he told you as he wrapped his arms around you and got up. 

Quickly, he discarded his shoes, jeans, and boxers so he could give you what you clearly wanted. Just a quick fuck, nothing more, just someone to fuck you. He could be just that, if it was all you wanted. With that in mind, Taehyung walked around you, standing right behind you before he pushed his hips into your from behind, mouth attaching to your neck.

“Shit,” you muttered when his teeth grazed your skin, his arms sliding up your clothed body, giving your tits a squeeze before moving down to rest on your hips. 

“On the bed, on your knees,” he ordered with a slap to your ass, so you listened instantly, getting in the position he asked of you, legs spread, ass up in the air. 

It was not how Taehyung wanted to fuck you, but if you wanted him to just fuck you stupid, he could do that too. So, he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it over your hips, letting it pool around your ribs, which were pressed into the mattress. “Fucking needy tonight,” he told you, mesmerized by the wetness between your folds, a clear sign of your arousal. 

He stroked his cock with one hand while he leaned in and spat on your hole, enjoying the way his saliva glistened on your folds. You hissed when he touched you, thumb spreading the spit all around your hole. The next second, he slid a finger in, fingering you for a couple of seconds before adding another. It didn’t take him long to finger you open and have you moaning for him.

Then, Taehyung pulled his fingers out, spat on his cock, and shoved it inside of you, grunting loudly as he did. Since you two hadn’t had sex in a while and he was so desperate to feel you, it felt better than he remembered, tighter, more welcoming. Your moans sounded even better now that he finally had you again, his hips starting to snap into yours, slowly at first.

With every groan of his name, he went harder, his stomach clenching with each thrust. It was all about you and getting you to come, and Taehyung wanted nothing more than to feel you come around him while you moaned his name. That’s what happened not long after. Instead of getting to come inside of you, you let Taehyung come inside of your throat before you swallowed and put on your underwear. Not long after, you were gone, leaving him to sit there and think how he managed to fuck things up that much.

After your little encounter at the party, you went radio silent on Taehyung again. Not a call, not a text, not a peep. He felt a bit cheap, even though he was used to fucking people and never really talking to them again. But, you weren’t just a person to him, and he was hoping he wasn’t that to you. A good fuck, and you were gone again, back to ignoring him. 

Taehyung worried about that whenever he wasn’t keeping busy, so he did stuff all the time, even deciding to go to a school game just to avoid being alone. Of course, he ran into Hoseok there, and they both had more than a couple of drinks in them by that point. In Taehyung’s mind, Hoseok was the fucking cause of everything.

If he hadn’t meddled, none of it would have happened. Did he have to walk in on you two having sex? Taehyung was getting the feeling that the guy followed you around like a puppy. Hoseok spoke about you with such annoyance in his voice, even though he was the one who was dating someone else. That could only mean he still had some kind of feelings for you and that those feelings were hurt.

Is that why he chose to join that threesome? Taehyung couldn’t see how that would help Hoseok. Watching someone you care about getting fucked stupid by a guy you can’t stand wouldn’t be on his top ways of getting back together with someone, but what did he know? Taehyung definitely wasn’t a fuck-buddy expert. Still, he could never watch a guy fuck you, not after that time. It was off limits now, anyway. 

After all that, did Hoseok really have to tell you those things, call you a slut for fucking them? He was the slut in the situation, and Taehyung didn’t mean it as an insult. Hoseok was dating someone else and decided to join you two. He had no business telling you those things or implying Taehyung or you were just good for sex. Hoseok was the one who fucked everything up, probably in the hopes of getting on your good side again, getting to fuck you the way you’ve only let Taehyung fuck you for weeks now. 

So, when the guy threw a simple insult his way, Taehyung practically exploded. It was on their way out of the uni building. He couldn’t even remember what Hoseok said, but it involved you and him, and it was said sarcastically, in a way that implied you two were done. And that was something Taehyung couldn’t stand. 

How the fuck would Hoseok know that if he wasn’t talking to you? Wasn’t that the goal all along? Were you two now in cahoots, fucking again, making fun of Taehyung behind his back for being an idiot and falling for you? It didn’t sound right, but Hoseok’s snicker told him otherwise.

That was why Taehyung ended up grabbing Hoseok by his shirt and slamming him against the wall, not even caring about all their friends being around, about random strangers being there. Fuck them and fuck anyone who’d stand up for the dude who was trying to rile him up. 

“Shut the fuck up already!” he hissed at your ex-fuck buddy, who just laughed loudly and shook his head at Taehyung. “Don’t want to fucking hear you mention her again!”

“Pussy whipped!” Hoseok grunted and pushed Taehyung’s hands away. Soon enough, people started gathering around them, telling them to chill, so they both left, each in a different direction.

The encounter left a bitter taste in Taehyung’s mouth, mostly because he acted like a moron just because he heard your name being mentioned. What was even more embarrassing than his little emotional outburst was that you found out about it. 

No word from you for a week, and then you texted the second he got into it with Hoseok, as if you were in constant contact with the jerk, as if you wanted to be with him. Did you? Maybe Taehyung was the one who got in between two people who had a thing and he was now paying for it.

You: this behavior is really childish and i HOPE it has nothing to do with us

Wow. It kind of hurt to see your text, especially since you’ve been silent for a long while. The only reason you stopped ignoring him was to tell him that, to stand up for your former (or maybe current) fuck-buddy? Great. Things were just peachy.

Taehyung: there’s no us, right!?

You: grow up!!

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“I love looking at you.”

mingyu x reader genre: fluff word count: 2.5K

a/n: Well, this is my first svt piece so be kind lol. (I will not be writing svt super regularly but I wanted to write this one so here we are.) Mingyu and reader are at a wedding and I mean, is there anything sweeter than wedding vibes? I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) 

Outside on the warmly lit patio, you observed the flushed cheeks of couples dancing and listened to the laughter flowing from groups of friends. When the breeze picked up, your senses were flooded with the sweet scent of the white hydrangeas that sat upon each table as a centerpiece. You loved outdoor weddings. Nature had a way of heightening beauty.

The man who caught your attention from across the dance floor was proof of that as the wind brushed through his dark fringe and ruffled his slightly unbuttoned dress shirt, pushing the material open just a bit more. Just enough for your eyes to find his collarbones. You imagined the valley between his built pectorals that hid just underneath the buttons. The golden hue of the setting sun shined on his equally golden skin, the man glowing as he stood with his shirt sleeves slightly pulled up over his forearms as he leaned against the bar. Looking at him, you realized even forearms could be stunning.

His body filled in his clothing perfectly, the slacks hugging his strong thighs. The way the shirt was tucked into his pants accentuated his slim waist, and you knew he was hiding his toned stomach beneath the material. So much unfortunate hiding, though you were thankful not just anyone in the venue could see every inch of his skin. This man had the power to make you greedy.

Rather carelessly, indulgently, you allowed your eyes to take in his tall frame. A modern-day Adonis. He tapped his index finger against the bar as he waited for the bartender to return with his drinks. Seemingly in his own world, he tilted his head slightly as his eyes looked down at the bar top. That is until he glanced up, directing his gaze across the venue without hesitation, finding you.

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“I was so good at keeping all of this a secret.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.9K

a/n: For my lovely @rkivedfiles​, and all the rest of you as well <3 This is simply Kid watching the That That mv with Yoongi for the first time. She’s whipped, we’re all whipped, the song is a bop, I mean what else is there to say? I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

p.s. I wrote this very quickly and I wasn’t planning on writing anything so ignore the fact that it may be poorly written xo 

Sitting on your sofa, you impatiently tapped your foot as you glared at the empty hallway that led from the bedroom to the living space. You had less than two minutes. The countdown was ticking away, and your boyfriend was taking his sweet ass time. Huffing, you threw yourself against the back of the sofa in a dramatic fashion, despite no one being there to see your performance.

“Min!” You shouted in annoyance, accompanied by a groan.

“I’m coming, practice some patience for once,” he called back, a smile obvious in his tone. Rolling your eyes to no one, you bit back a grin of your own. You were briefly distracted from your boyfriend’s looming tardiness by your phone buzzing against the couch cushion. Looking down at the device, you were surprised to see your dad’s contact ID on the screen.

Pulling your eyebrows together in confusion, you unlocked the message to find: Watching this countdown thing, Yoongi and Psy fighting!

“What are you smiling at?” Yoongi’s voice sounded above you, making you look up at him, your grin only growing bigger. Turning the phone towards your boyfriend, you watched as he leaned forward to read the message. “Oh my god,” he said in shock before a gummy smile stretched across his features.

“Who knew my dad was a Psy stan,” you giggled, Yoongi’s shoulders shaking in laughter as he took a seat next to you.

“Hey, maybe he’s a Suga stan,” Yoongi suggested teasingly.

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BUSINESS ‖ four

Your two friends are back in town just in time for your mini-vacation.

⤑ word count: 11.7 k ⤑ genre: smut [threesome, oral (m. & f. receiving), cum play, rimming, anal sex, unprotected sex] ⤑ warnings: 18+!, smut, dirty talk ⤑ pairing: taehyung x jungkook x reader ⤑ playlist: [kpop songs I listen to seduce the devil]

» Business [+Jungkook] – one | two | three | four

Another day, another work conference. You were starting to get suffocated with work—it seemed like it consumed every minute of every single day, and you were beginning to understand that you needed a break if you didn’t want to completely lose it. Your father wouldn’t be happy with your decision since he was one of those people who always put work first and who saw taking time off work to get yourself together as a sign of weakness, so you kept delaying the conversation.

Of course, it was important for a company executive to be present at all these meetings and conferences, but you felt like you couldn’t be that person anymore, not for a while.

“That’s ridiculous,” your father scoffed after listening to your five-minute monologue on why this break would be beneficial not only to you but to him and the company. The stern look on his face was a clear indication of how he felt about this but he still needed to explain it. “You know what? It sounds to me like you are looking for a way out. Is that it? Do you want to stop working in this world of men and go do something easier? Be a housewife?”

The fact that he thought being a housewife was easy was the real ridiculous thing here, but you didn’t want to get into that. He paid people to do everything for him, so of course, he didn’t know the real value and effort of anything other than his work.

“No, father, I just need to take a couple of days off, as I’ve explained,” you cleared your throat and got up, wanting the conversation to end without any more insults.

“A couple of days off, huh?” He shook his head and glared at you. “When did I ask for days off?”

You knew this was a rhetorical question and you didn’t want to answer it because he’d surely make all of this about himself when it clearly wasn’t—for once, it was about you.

“Never!” He spat the word out when he realized you wouldn’t be indulging him. “Men don’t have this need to take time off work to go do nothing. If you want to make it big, you won’t with that attitude. You can’t run a company if meetings are too much for you. What if Brian decided to take a day off too? And what if Walter felt a bit anxious so he went home too? Who would attend the meetings? Who would get things done?”

“I don’t know, father, but I feel it’s important for people to be able to rest and have some time for themselves,” you said, against your better judgment.

“Women!” He shook his head. “I’ve never taken a single day off and that’s why I’m here and why we have what we have.”

“A huge company and terrible family relationships?” You suggested, knowing this would enrage him, but unable to control yourself.

Your father thought that what he was saying served as some sort of a mark of greatness, while you knew it was just one of the reasons why he didn’t have any close friends and wasn’t on good terms with his family. He didn’t even know you, and you were the closest to him.

“You say your mind is hazy, but that tongue seems as sharp as ever,” he grunted at you. “Look, take all the time off you need. If someone else steps in and does your job better, you’ll work as their secretary when you get back.”

“Great, thank you”, you scoffed, knowing nobody would be able to take your place in a couple of days. Besides, you were sure your father knew that as well. Whatever his feelings were towards you, he couldn’t deny that you were good at doing business with younger businesspeople. Old school just wasn’t your thing and you rarely connected to such people, but the younger ones were right up your alley. You understood how people functioned nowadays and they understood you. Unfortunately, your father was old school and didn’t care to understand the younger generations. “See you on Monday.”

“Oh no,” he shook his finger at you. “You have a conference this afternoon. After that, take your time off. I can’t find anyone to replace you on such short notice. Besides, it’s with the company you’ve made deals with before.”

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The conference didn’t last as long as you dreaded it would, and the time spent there flew by because you were seated next to your old friends, Taehyung and Jungkook. They didn’t seem surprised to see you there, so you figured they probably went through the attendance list and all the bullet points for the meeting, unlike you. There were so many meetings that you stopped reading the materials that were sent to you in fear of having an actual mental breakdown. There was no way to keep up with everything.

“Lovely to see you here,” Taehyung grinned at you, leaning back into his chair, his elbow resting on the back of your seat, his legs spread. So fucking inviting. “Long time, no see.”

You were in a room full of business people—the serious, old school type—and here you were, staring at his crotch, knowing very well what kind of a treat was hiding underneath his suit.

“Indeed,” you nodded, grinning at him before turning your attention to Jungkook. “You didn’t let me know you were coming.”

“We were wondering if you could… show us around,” Jungkook added with a smile, this time seeming more comfortable around you. You’d be surprised if he were still shy after everything if you were being honest. “We’re two strangers in the city, looking for a good time.”

“When do you have to leave?” You asked, hoping you weren’t sounding as desperate for a good time as you were.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve slept with someone, or just had fun in general, and the fact that you got some time off just before running into them was too good to not use.

“Our next meeting is scheduled on…” Taehyung said and went through his phone until he found what he was looking for. “Wednesday. We’re free until then.”

“How great,” you nodded in approval, happy that they had a clear schedule. “Are you enjoying the presentation so far?”

“No,” Jungkook said bluntly, making you chuckle. “Is this what it’s really like? I’m already sick and tired of meetings and we’ve only had four this month. It’s the same thing all over again at every one of these things.”

You nodded, completely understanding his point. You were a lot more like the two of them than your father. “You’d better get used to it if you want to make more business connections. If I'm being honest, I don’t think you need them. You two are doing so good that people will be coming to you, and not the other way.”

Taehyung chuckled softly. “Will you be coming?” He asked, smacking his lips at the end of the question.

“Knowing the two of you, definitely,” you responded, making Jungkook cackle.

“Love to hear it,” he whispered and turned his attention to the man who started giving his presentation.

To say you weren’t focusing would be an understatement. Not only were you overwhelmed with work and obligations but you were having a hard time keeping your mind off the fact that you were a word away from having the best sex of your life again with two of the most handsome men you’ve met.

Just a single word away.

Your phone’s screen kept lighting up every couple of seconds as your business partners and colleagues texted, which was probably the worst part of your workday. It never ended, this constant barrage of questions, requests, assignments, and pointless discussions. You noticed Jungkook frowning whenever the screen would light up and you completely understood him—it was disturbing. The fact that you had to respond to them sooner or later was even more annoying.

You reached for your phone, but Jungkook beat you to it, grabbing it first. Instead of handing it to you, he placed it in your bag which was hanging on your chair. “Don’t do it,” he leaned in and whispered. “Relax.”

His voice had its usual sweetness, but you could sense some of the authority you usually heard from Taehyung, so you did what he said and just left it. After all, why not? Your father said you should go to the conference and come back on Monday. Of course, that meant you wouldn’t be available for texts, calls, or meetings until then. Jungkook was right, why ruin your day even more?

It was your right to ignore the messages but a part of you couldn’t let them go.

You fiddled with your fingers, played with a pen, scribbled on paper, and chewed on the inside of your cheek with all those notifications on your mind. Then, you felt Jungkook’s reassuring touch on your thigh and for a second, you feared that he was about to initiate something during the conference.

Luckily, that wasn’t his intention—the sweet Jungkook was simply rubbing your thigh with his thumb to get you to relax and stop worrying about the phone. “They can survive without you for a day or two,” he smiled at you, keeping his voice low.

And he was right about that. The second that conference ended, you shut your phone off and asked them if they wanted to come to your place.

It was stupid, you knew, but you didn’t want to go to some random hotel and worry about coming home in the morning. No, you wanted to relax because you weren’t lying when you said you needed time to clear your mind. You really did, and what better way to do that than to have some fun with two men you already knew so well?

“Should we, uh, get some of our stuff?” Jungkook suggested. “We’re staying in a hotel close by.”

“Sure,” you nodded. “You guys go get your stuff and I’ll have a drink.”

“Don’t even look at that phone,” Taehyung growled at you before chuckling. “I mean, do what you want, but let’s start unwinding right now, huh?”

You nodded, desperately needing to get away from all the stuck-up business people, the suits, work talk, and everything else that reminded you that you had to go to work again in a couple of days. You had a shot and a cocktail while you waited for them, even though they didn’t take long.

“What do you have in mind?” Taehyung asked as you three got out of the taxi in front of your building. “A quiet night?”

“I have excellent Italian wine, some food, a lot of free time, and a bathtub that can definitely fit three people. Are you in?” You stopped to see his reaction and the smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know.

“Good thing we brought some extra clothes,” Jungkook said, chuckling and opening the door for you, like a real gentleman.

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The second you stepped into the apartment, you felt a lot closer to real freedom. Taehyung and Jungkook felt like two close friends—after all, after the things you’ve done together, how could they not? Anyway, you felt at ease with them, especially now that you were so far away from the company and everything related to it.

The guys helped themselves to the food and wine and made themselves feel at home like you suggested. While they were doing that, you took a shower and filled up the bathtub, determined to end the day right. You weren’t joking when you said your bathtub could fit three, but you didn’t have anything sexual in mind—you really needed to relax. The guys seemed to understand that.

Taehyung walked in a second after you finally got in the bathtub, carrying a tray of cheeses and some fruit, which the two of them put together. He placed it right next to you. “Hope you don’t mind we ate half of your fridge.”

“Please, help yourselves,” you waved it off. “What’s mine is yours.”

Taehyung surprised you by leaning in and kissing you—slowly, gently, sensually. At first, he didn’t use tongue, but when he felt you kissing back, he slipped it in. Still, it didn’t feel like he was trying to get it on with you. “That’s what I love to hear. Now, relax. Jungkook’s bringing you some wine, and you just enjoy it.”

With that, Taehyung got up and left, and you just then noticed that he was still in his white button-up, but managed to lose his suit pants somewhere in your apartment. Jungkook walked in a couple of seconds later, still wearing his suit, obviously not feeling as comfortable as Taehyung. He brought you the wine with a big grin, sitting down, careful not to get wet.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asked, handing you a glass of rosé.

“Do I look that bad?” You joked, taking a sip of the wine. “I’m exhausted. I guess all the overtime finally caught up with me. I’m sorry I’m not better company.”

“Oh, come on,” he shook his head at you and frowned. “While I really like fucking you, and I know Taehyung feels the same, not everything has to be about that. Like it or not, I was genuinely happy to see you there after staring at so many boring faces with the same stories and thinking of simply running away. What I’m trying to say is that it is nice to see you and that it’s not strictly sex-related.”

“So you’re not here to fuck my brains out?” You pretended to be confused, which made him laugh.

“Listen, would I complain?” He spread his arms out, still chuckling. “No, I’m serious. Not everything has to be about it.”

“I know,” you nodded, appreciating him a lot more than he understood. “And I’m thankful. I was really happy to see you guys too, also not just because of sex. I’m always happy to see you.”

Jungkook grinned, suddenly looking a lot happier. “That’s great! I’m glad you fought off the urge to stare at your phone and handle absolutely everything right away. Doesn’t this feel better?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed, even though you had at least 50 unread messages by then. It wasn’t your problem, not until you came back to the office.

“How about I leave you to it?”Jungkook suggested. “Drink, eat, relax.”

“Do you guys want to join me?” You suggested, knowing you couldn’t have sex even if you tried—you’d probably fall asleep in the middle of it.

“Maybe later, once you get some rest,” he said, reaching to cup your face. “Call me if you need me to get you something.”

The two of them turned on the TV and watched it while joking about something, you could hear them from the bathroom. It was kind of refreshing to be home and hear someone’s laughter instead of the complete silence you were used to. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you weren’t alone.

Also, it was nice to be in the bathtub, sipping on wine, instead of having your usual afternoon headache which could only get better if you slept it off. Before you knew it, though, you dozed off, and you figured the wine had something to do with it.

When you woke up, you were in your bed, dry and covered with a duvet. At first, you forgot where you were and who you were with. Then, a half-naked Taehyung walked out of your bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips as he dried his hair with another towel.

“Look who’s up,” Taehyung grinned and stopped dead in his tracks, turning his attention to you. “Feeling any better?”

You sat up to stretch, which allowed the duvet to slip down to your thighs, revealing the fact that you were naked. However, since it was Taehyung that was in your room, you didn’t try to cover yourself up. “Surprisingly, I feel well-rested. What time is it?”

“Midnight, more or less,” Taehyung said with a grin. You forgot just how stunning he looked naked. “Want to join us? Or do you want to rest?”

“I’ll come in a second,” you said as you got out of bed. “I should put something on.”

“If you’re not trying to get fucked, you should,” he mumbled, walking out of the room and letting Jungkook know you were awake.

You followed not long after, finding Jungkook in one of your bathrobes on the sofa, his hair still damp from a shower. “Hey there!” The thing you liked about him a lot was that he always looked so excited to see you. “Hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your robe. Figured you wouldn’t want my ballsack print on this nice couch.”

“If it was in my mouth, it can be on the couch,” you shrugged, making them both chuckle. “As I said, make yourselves at home, take whatever you want.”

“Want to watch something?”

Taehyung turned the lights off, Jungkook flicked through the channels, and you sat right next to him, leaving the room on your right for Taehyung. When he sat down as well, you suddenly felt shivers run down your spine—you were seated between them, all three of you naked under the one piece of clothing you had on, all three wanting to fuck. It’s been a while since anything as exciting as this happened to you, and you’d be a fool not to use it.

Clearly, your nap was great—you were now more focused on sex than anything else.

“Boring,” Taehyung said when Jungkook stopped on a channel playing a movie he found interesting.

“I can’t watch an action movie, I really can’t,” you spoke when he suggested the next thing.

“Here, you find something,” he handed you the remote, but you had tough luck too.

The shows were too loud, the movies either too engaging or not engaging enough, and you had a feeling not one of you actually wanted to watch something. You were already getting to the double-digit channels and still didn’t find anything.

“Taehyung, do the honors,” you threw the remote in his lap. “We’re doomed.”

“We can make a movie,” Jungkook joked, but didn’t laugh, which made you look at him. “I’m joking,” he mouthed when he noticed the look you gave him.

“Perv,” Taehyung, of all people, mumbled.

“Oh, please, Mr. I love cum,” Jungkook rolled his eyes jokingly. “Besides, tell me you wouldn’t want to film this to jerk off to it later. I dare you.”

It was your turn to look at Taehyung now, just to see how he’d react. Filming was out of the question, clearly, but the discussion was interesting.

“When have I ever said that?” Taehyung shook his head and continued to change the channels.

“Here’s some free business advice: people in our positions shouldn’t make sex tapes,” you looked at one and then the other. “You’re welcome.”

“Well, there goes my date plan,” Jungkook chuckled, making you nudge him with your thigh.

Suddenly, loud moaning interrupted your conversation and you noticed that Taehyung has wandered into the porn categories. There was literally nothing on TV if he managed to get to the hundredth channel. “If we can’t make one of our own, we can watch one,” Taehyung suggested after a couple of seconds.

“Why watch other people when we can watch each other?” Jungkook said, his head turning in your direction slowly as his hand made its way to your thigh. Feeling his warm hand on your skin made you clench and look at him.

Before you could respond, Taehyung’s hand was on your other thigh, having the same effect. “Hm?” He hummed questioningly, and you weren’t sure which one of them to look at.

The movie continued playing in the background and the woman was now being bathed by a guy who was rubbing her all over. Instead of looking at either one of them, you looked at the screen and gulped. Why not? You weren’t that tired.

A slow nod was all it took for the two of them to start.

Jungkook pulled your leg between his and let his hand wander down your thigh gently, teasing your skin until it reached your now bare crotch. Taehyung quickly followed suit and you found yourself practically lying on the sofa, your legs trapped between their thighs, your naked crotch out in the open, their hands inches away from your heat.

“I love where this is going,” Taehyung mumbled and brought his hand up to his mouth just to spit on it. Then, he quickly moved it back down to your crotch and started to rub your clit gently, slowly, taking his time to get you to relax.

You were enjoying his touch a lot more than he probably knew—it’s been a while since anyone touched you. You were too busy, too stressed, too overwhelmed to even think about meeting someone new and sleeping with them. What if they sucked at it? What if they caught feelings? What if they didn’t know what you liked and didn’t care to learn? There were too many “what ifs” for comfort and the final result wouldn’t be worth it.

This, however, was a whole different story. The two men next to you knew exactly what they were doing.

Jungkook’s slender fingers circled your entrance, careful not to get wet, and you knew he was doing it to get you to beg. Yes, Taehyung’s fingers on your clit felt wonderful, but you didn’t feel full, and Jungkook knew that very well. You weren’t going to beg, though. Instead, you’d let him come to you when he was too tempted to stop.

“Ah, fuck,” you hissed. “I forgot how great you guys were at this.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Jungkook grunted and tapped his fingers against your entrance, causing you to grunt. “We’re here to remind you.”

“Can’t fucking wait,” Taehyung added, starting to move his fingers up and down your clit quickly, causing just the right amount of friction.

When Jungkook saw that, he eased his middle finger inside of you, buried it in your heat up to his knuckle, and feasted on the sounds of your moan. “Good?”

“Amazing,” you mumbled and reached out to grab both their cocks at the same time, but you failed.

Jungkook was still in the robe and Taehyung was wrapped in the towel from the waist down and it was hard to focus on grabbing both of them with two hands on your crotch—one on you, the other one inside.

Jungkook swatted your hand away with a loud “tsk”. “No, this is about you,” he said, adding another finger and curling them both while inside.

“But I want to touch you too,” you whined, grabbing his chin and pulling him forward so you could finally kiss him. You forgot how nice it felt to kiss them, even though you weren’t that big on kissing, to begin with. Jungkook was as gentle as always and his kisses always started as soft pecks. When he added tongue, he started to move his fingers in and out faster, making you arch your back and swear.

“We can wait,” Taehyung added, slapping your clit, which got you to stop kissing Jungkook and turn around to kiss him instead. His kissing style was the exact opposite—from the second he touched you, you knew he wanted to fuck and that much was clear from his kiss, as well.

Taehyung’s hand was now in your hair and he gripped it tight and kissed you, licking your lips, biting on them, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth, showing you that you belonged to them tonight and not the other way around.

While you kissed Taehyung, Jungkook continued to finger you and leaned down to move your bathrobe to the side so he could gain access to your breast. You grunted into the kiss the second he touched it, so Jungkook took that as a sign to lean down and start suckling on it, which made you tangle your fingers into his hair and graze his scalp, loving the feeling of having him so close to you, pleasuring you, while his friend played with your tongue.

Suddenly, Taehyung pulled your hair back and moved his hand away from your clit. By gripping your hair, he directed your head towards what he wanted you to watch, which happened to be his hand grabbing Jungkook’s hair and pushing it down to your clit.

You watched with excitement as Jungkook’s mouth latched onto your clit while his fingers still played with your pussy. The fact that Taehyung’s hand was on Jungkook’s head, navigating him, added an extra layer of excitement in your book.

You spread your legs even wider, allowing Jungkook better access, so he hummed against your clit in approval, his fingers now moving in and out at a steady pace.

“Is he eating you out just right?” Taehyung grunted into your ear before licking a strip up your neck. “You always moan so sweetly when he does it.”

“He’s so fucking good at it,” you agreed, trying to nod, but Taehyung’s hand was still gripping you tight.

Jungkook hummed happily when he heard that and started to move his nimble tongue faster, getting you all wet and ready for him. You hoped he’d just shove his dick right in, or that Taehyung would. Either option was more than enjoyable.

Suddenly, Taehyung let go of your hair, pushed Jungkook’s head towards your entrance, and bent down to start sucking on your clit. The sensation of having two warm mouths on your pussy was more than enough to get you to groan and moan, kicking your head back and grabbing onto both of the men who seemed so eager to get you to feel good.

It all happened so fast—Taehyung’s tongue moving in circles around your clit, getting you more excited with each second; Jungkook’s tongue entering your pussy and then coming back out to lick your entrance and everything around it before diving right back in. You felt like you were dripping all over the sofa, and all over their mouths, but they didn’t seem to care.

Before you knew it, you were coming, and Jungkook quickly stuck two fingers inside of you, both of you moaning as your walls clenched and relaxed around his fingers, covering them in your juices.

Jungkook straightened his back, still kneeling in front of you, and gently pulled his fingers out, the remnants of your orgasm clearly glistening on them. He then stared right into your eyes, licked one side of the fingers, and offered them to Taehyung, whose head was still right above your crotch. Without thinking about it, Taehyung sucked Jungkook’s fingers clean, knowing how much it would turn you on.

“That was amazing,” you told them, sorry you weren’t as vocal as they liked. You just felt so overwhelmed with good feelings that you found it impossible to speak. Now that you were content, you found it easier to speak, so you sat back up. “What next?”

“Bedroom,” Taehyung said, getting up and offering you his hand.

You took it and led both men to your bedroom, hearing them throw away the robe and the towel on the floor on their way. When you reached the bed, you turned around and enjoyed the sight.

They have both been working out—that much was clear from a single glance in their direction. Jungkook’s thighs seemed more defined and so did Taehyung’s chest. Jungkook also added a couple of more tattoos to his right arm, making him seem so dangerous, which was somehow endearing because you knew he was the definition of a switch.

Seeing a guy who had no problem with being babied look so tough would be funny, had you not known he could also make you do whatever he felt like doing.

Everything about them seemed just as attractive as always—they were both trimmed, neat, clean, warm, and welcoming. You wished you three lived in the same city. You’d offer them to move in if you could have sex with them whenever you liked, you really would. Fuck the company and what people would say.

Sadly, this day was an anomaly in your life and you needed to make the most out of it. As you lay there on the bed and inspected their naked bodies, the two of them whispered at each other while staring right back at you. Taehyung cocked an eyebrow up and looked at Jungkook questioningly, to which the younger man eagerly nodded in agreement. That was all it took for Taehyung to walk over to the bed and straddle your chest.

This would have felt suffocating had it been anybody else—you practically couldn’t move with a grown man kneeling over your chest, back straight, cock in hand as he looked down at you with a smirk on his face. Thankfully, it didn’t feel intimidating because it was Taehyung and you knew he only had mutual pleasure in mind.

“Hey there, pretty,” Taehyung said with a grin and pointed his cock right at your face. “Suck.”

You didn't need to be told twice—you took his tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it while staring right into his eyes which widened with every move of your tongue. It felt good to know you could make him feel weak too, just like he made you. Taehyung kicked his head back and groaned when you moved your head forward, allowing him to hit the back of your throat.

That's when you felt Jungkook getting on the bed and kneeling between your legs. It was strange to feel someone touch you but not see them, but since it was Jungkook, you couldn’t mind. As soon as you felt his palms touch your thighs, you moaned against Taehyung’s cock and took more of it in. Then, Jungkook spread your legs and leaned in, his hot breath fanning your soaking pussy, fingers digging into your skin.

You could hear Jungkook hiss at the sight in front of him and Taehyung grinned at you even wider. “Take some more of it huh? Be a good girl,” he whispered at you, and you instantly did what he asked, coating his entire cock with your saliva, hoping he’d put it in soon.

Jungkook hummed in approval and leaned in, his tongue licking circles around your clit before he sucked it in. That made you moan and wince—you needed him badly by that point, the entire situation was already turning you on so much and you’d just come earlier.

Taehyung, as always, didn’t like to be excluded, so he decided to find out what he could. “What is he doing to you?” He asked, reaching down to cup your face. “Treating you well?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed against him, trying to nod but failing because of his dick in your mouth.

“Jungkookie is making you feel so good,” Taehyung grinned and pinched your nipple, which got hard the second Jungkook touched you. “And you’re making me feel amazing. That tongue of yours will be the death of me.”

This made you gulp down on his cock and move your head faster, wanting to please him as much as you could, while Jungkook played with your clit and got you ready for his fingers, or better yet, his cock. Either way, you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook pulled away from your clit just to bring his arm down against it with a little bit of force and the slap felt so gentle yet so hard, and it made you almost scream out. Thankfully, the cock in your mouth stopped you from doing it.

“You’re really loving Jungkook’s touch,” Taehyung noted, petting your head. “I bet he is doing it right…” You nodded to that because you couldn’t have agreed more—he was perfect at this. “You know what his weak spot is?”

Now, this was something you wanted to know, just like you wanted to know more about Taehyung’s weak spots. The two of them always managed to make you end the night feeling like a sweaty, worn-out mess, so you wanted to know more about what gets them weak, too. What’s fair is fair.

You shook your head with a mouth full of cock, and waited for Taehyung to explain.

“Ass,” Taehyung whispered the word and it made you clench around nothing. “I'm sure Jungkook will lick both your holes if you want him to…”

Without giving it a second thought, you nodded. “Amazing,” Taehyung said, which Jungkook clearly took as a sign to do it.

You felt him stick his tongue inside your pussy and then drag it back up to your clit before repeating the same thing and making your hips buck into his face, desperate to feel more.

“Don't you like sucking cock while someone is treating you so well?” Taehyung said with a low chuckle and you let his cock fall out of your mouth to respond.

“I fucking love it,” you said with a grin before taking his tip in and swirling your tongue around it while staring right into his eyes, which seemed so focused on you like nothing else existed. Jungkook reminded you he was there by moving his tongue in circles around your clit.

“I know you do,” Taehyung grinned and wrapped his fingers into your hair, helping you move your head to take more of him in.

That’s when you felt Jungkook’s tongue circle around your asshole, and the feeling made you gasp for air. It’s been a while since you’ve taken part in ass play, so you couldn’t wait for it. Besides, it was the two of them—what could go wrong? If there’s anyone you trusted for this, it was them, which was funny considering this was your fourth time sleeping with the two guys in your room.

Jungkook hummed against your skin and continued to lick your hole, which made your entire body stiffen and hips buck into him again. Luckily, his hands were on your thighs, holding them open and pressing them against the bed.

“Like having a tongue up your ass, huh?” Taehyung teased, pulling his cock out just to smack it against your lips, clearly enjoying the view. “Didn't know that.”

“Fuck yes,” you grunted with a chuckle which died down as soon as you felt Jungkook’s tongue twirling around your hole, making you kick your head back.

“What about cock?” Jungkook asked, finally saying something, and his words made your breath hitch in your throat.

“Only if you're nice to it,” you responded, teasing him.

The words made him chuckle before he dove right back in and licked a strip up to your clit and then back down to your ass. The feeling of his wet, warm, and nimble tongue all over your crotch made you gasp for air and choke on Taehyung’s cock. You forgot how good it felt to do this with two people at once, to focus on your own and someone else’s pleasure at the same time.

The sounds you were making encouraged Jungkook to go harder on you, and now all three of you seemed to be enjoying it. You could hear the sounds of Jungkook's hand jerking him off and you wished you were closer to give him a hand. After all, that was the least you could do for him.

“Are you gonna let us use all your holes?” Taehyung asked you gently, tugging at your hair, and you nodded instantly, which made him groan in response.

“Good girl,” Jungkook said, pulling away from your crotch for a second to speak and then diving right back in.

You let go of Taehyung’s cock and muttered the words. “I forgot how fucking good this felt.”

Suddenly, you became aware that Jungkook wasn’t going to take it slow—you felt his tip smack against your clit, and then your pussy. Finally, it circled your ass. It made you clench both holes and shiver in anticipation, wanting to feel him inside of you. “Don't worry, I won't do it yet,” Jungkook patted your thigh reassuringly, sounding like he thought you’d be against the idea. “Just wanted to touch you.”

“That’s the thing with him,” Taehyung looked down at you with a smirk. “Always so impatient.”

“Can’t resist,” Jungkook chuckled and got down on his knees again.

His mouth found your clit before you could come up with a response and you let go completely, allowing him to lick wherever and however he wanted to. Jungkook’s tongue quickly circled your clitoris and then slowly dragged its way down to your pussy. The second you felt Jungkook stick his tongue inside of you, you clenched your walls and moaned around Taehyung’s cock.

He seemed to be enjoying it as much as you were, you could tell by the cocky look on his face. “Oh, Jungkookie knows what he’s doing,” he mumbled at you and shoved his dick a bit deeper into your mouth. “Just relax, let him get you there.”

Jungkook dove in, licking one and then the other hole, getting you to clench everything and then relax. Every time his tongue would enter one of your holes, your entire body would stiffen and you’d clench around his tongue, enjoying the sensation of having him inside of you that way.

The more Jungkook touched you, the less you could focus on Taehyung’s cock, even though you wanted to. He was smooth and hard and it felt so easy to move your head up and down, pursing your lips to get the skin to glide over his tip every time, earning you low grunts from the man towering over you. However, when Jungkook started to focus on your clit and shoved two of his long fingers inside of you, it became impossible to keep going with the same determination. Well, you could have done it, but then you wouldn’t have enjoyed Jungkook’s touch as much.

Luckily, Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. “It’s that good, huh?” He asked with a grin and pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying the sight of your saliva all over him and your lips. Taehyung then started to jerk himself off while moving his hip towards your head even more. “Lick.”

Now, this suited you a lot better—you could rest your head on the pillow and suck on his balls while Jungkook did his thing and got you off, and you were sure he would do it.

By the time his ring finger started pressing against your asshole, you were already moaning. You couldn’t help yourself, though, not when he was sucking on your clit and letting his tongue graze against it quickly, sending shivers down your spine, while his fingers moved in and out of you slowly, getting you closer to climax with each move.

“Just like that, yes,” Taehyung grunted, moving his hand faster, and using the other one to grip your hair tight and pull you in closer so you could take both of his balls into your mouth and suck on them.

Since your moans were loud even though they were muffled by Taehyung’s balls in your mouth, Jungkook was getting excited himself. You knew he was into it when he lifted both your legs in the air, grabbing you by the thighs and holding them up so he could have full access to you. At first, you winced at the loss of his fingers, but it got so much better—his tongue circled your clit, licked your pussy and then your ass, and then did the full circle again, making you almost scream with pleasure.

Luckily, Taehyung’s balls stopped you from sounding that desperate. There was just something about feeling so vulnerable, which was exactly what Jungkook managed to do. Clearly, you were pinned to the bed by the weight of Taehyung’s body on your chest, even though he wasn’t sitting on you. You still couldn’t move away, not unless he moved first.

That, topped with the fact that your feet were up in the air and that Jungkook was holding them there, allowing you to focus on his mouth alone, made you feel like you submitted to them completely. Still, that wasn’t frightening at all—you three had a mutual trust, despite not knowing each other that long. You trusted them not to cross your boundaries, and they trusted you to do the same.

That’s why it didn’t surprise you when you felt your orgasm starting to build up deep in your lower stomach, legs up, Jungkook’s mouth focusing on your clit, your walls clenching around nothing, eager to feel him, but enjoying his touch nonetheless.

At that point, Jungkook’s grunt became almost louder than yours, and Taehyung swore now and then. Whenever Jungkook sucked on your clit, you’d suck on Taehyung’s balls some more and swirl your tongue around them, which would make him grunt and pull your hair. If you had one weakness, it would be very handsome men pulling on your hair and moaning because of you, and that was exactly what Taehyung was giving you.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he mumbled and spit on his cock so he could continue to jerk it as fast as he wanted. “That mouth can fit both of them in… Maybe it could fit both me and Jungkook at the same time.”

You hummed in agreement, feeling the urge to wrap your thighs around Jungkook’s head and pull him closer in so he couldn’t move away from your crotch. Sadly, his hands were stopping your thighs from moving. All you could do was let your legs hang freely as he continued to hold them up. You were sad because you couldn’t see his face or grab him by the hair, but there’d be time for that, you were sure.

So, instead of dwelling on that, you relaxed and let your orgasm wash over you. You quickly let go of Taehyung’s balls, not wanting to tug on them too hard while coming. It felt like your body was spasming while you came, mostly because Jungkook wasn’t moving away—he kept playing with your clit even though it was clear he’d managed to bring you over the edge.

You knew he could tell you were coming, but instead of moving away, he dove right in even more, sucking as much as he could while your knees shook, his hands still holding them up. All you could do was moan his name with your head kicked back, which earned you a satisfied smirk from Taehyung.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he added after you calmed down. “In fact, when you’re enjoying yourself.”

You hummed in response, still trying to calm your breathing down. When you felt stable again, you opened your mouth for Taehyung to stick his cock inside, which he did with a huge grin.

“Mhm, fuck,” he grunted and patted your cheek, clearly enjoying the feeling of your tongue on his dick again.

Jungkook moved away for a couple of seconds, but as soon as he heard that Taehyung was enjoying himself again, Jungkook started to play with you again, still holding your legs up by the thighs.

You were sensitive now, maybe even too much, but Jungkook knew how to handle it well. Instead of applying a lot of pressure with his tongue or sucking your clit in, he was slowly dragging his tongue up and down your slit, careful to circle it around both your holes each time, getting you to clench every time he did it.

Soon enough, all three of you were grunting lowly, Taehyung most of all. It didn’t take you by surprise, not when you were taking more of his cock than before and feeling it hit the back of your throat. Still, you kept your pace and tried to breathe despite him blocking your airway every couple of seconds.

Jungkook was enjoying eating you out a lot more than you remembered him doing before, and you felt bad about not being able to touch him back. The orgasm he gave you was short but sweet, and you at least wanted to repay him. However, Taehyung kneeling over you stopped you from doing that.

It went on for a while, this little game of yours where Jungkook worked hard to please you and you did the same to get Taehyung to come. And then, Jungkook stopped.

“I’ll come,” you could hear him say, followed by a loud hiss, and the fact that he could come just by eating you out turned you on a lot more than you were willing to admit to either one of them. Jungkook finally let go of your thighs and you propped your legs up on your feet, leaving them spread.

“Where can he come?” Taehyung asked smugly, enjoying the fact that he was the one doing most of the talking. He helped you speak by pulling his cock out of your mouth.

“Wherever he wants,” you responded right away, hoping Jungkook would listen. If you couldn’t touch him, you could at least offer him that.

It was Taehyung's turn to hiss before turning to face Jungkook. “Get both.”

A second later, Jungkook pushed one of your thighs to the side and continued to hold it down while he used the other to get himself off. Not long after, you could feel his cum spray all over your crotch, covering both holes. You knew that was exactly what Taehyung wanted—to see both your holes covered in cum. Jungkook was just nice enough to indulge him.

“Fuck, ah!” Jungkook mumbled and kept milking his cock until the very last drop. You could feel it all but you couldn’t see any of it. In fact, all you could do was take more of Taehyung’s hard cock and hope that you’d get to do the same to Taehyung.

Then, Taehyung pulled his cock out and grinned. “My turn,” he cocked his head to the side. “You, all fours.”

It was a command, you realized when he pushed himself off of you, and Jungkook stood up as well, leaving you lying on the bed with your legs spread, his cum all over you. Jungkook stood right next to the bed, enjoying the mess he left behind, you could tell by the smug look on his face.

Since they were waiting for you to make a move, you got on all fours, like Taehyung instructed, careful to do it in the middle of the bed so they both had enough room. You weren’t sure what exactly they had in mind, but you were down for it.

Taehyung got behind you right away, staring at your crotch as semen started to drip down the inside of your thighs. Since you knew he was enjoying it, you arched your back, perking your ass even higher up so he could get a better look, which made Taehyung chuckle and spank your ass.

YOu could hear Jungkook grunting too before his palm landed on your asscheek as well, taking you by surprise. Then, Jungkook moved to the other side of the bed and sat down right in front of you, which made you move your head down so you could pay him back.

“What a fucking view,” Taehyung said, probably to himself. “Drenched in fucking cum.”

“There was a lot,” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and grinned. “I was excited about this.”

“Me too,” you admitted, staring right into his eyes. It made him reach down and tangle both hands into your hair, gently stroking your head as you stuck your tongue out to lick his balls.

That’s exactly when you felt the tips of Taehyung’s fingers circling both of your holes, playing with cum. “Good?”

You hummed in agreement and sucked one of Jungkook’s balls into your mouth, rolling it around with your tongue. Taehyung started to slowly ease his fingers inside of you—one in each hole—which made you clench tight.

His hand grabbed your ass and squeezed it gently as if he was trying to get you to relax. “Mhm, good girl,” he said when he felt your walls releasing his fingers, letting them go deeper inside.

Jungkook kept caressing your hair with a smile on his face, clearly enjoying everything that was going on right in front of him—you sucking on his balls, ass in the air while Taehyung fingered both your holes. He was liking it so much that he started to jerk himself off gently, as he still wasn’t fully hard.

When you noticed that, you stuck your tongue out and ran it up and down his balls, wanting to please him as much as he did you. That’s when Taehyung’s fingers entered you and you could feel them both inside, knuckles deep, so you clenched and relaxed, excited to hear Taehyung grunt in response.

“So fucking tight,” he mumbled. “Jungkookie, she’s so tight.”

Jungkook hummed in response, one of his hands still playing with your hair while the other was wrapped around his tip, pulling the skin over it, slowly getting him off. That’s when you decided you wanted to taste him, so you licked a strip up to his tip and took it in your mouth, earning a loud groan for him, followed by Jungkook kicking his head back and sighing deeply. “Fuck. Such a warm little mouth.”

“And cunt,” Taehyung added from behind. “And ass.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement and looked down at you, staring at your face while you circled your tongue around his tip, enjoying the feeling of his cock getting hard under your touch.

Gently, Taehyung pulled both fingers out, which made you wince. “Oh, you want to get filled up?” He chuckled when he realized you were reacting to the loss of his fingers.

Then, you felt his tongue circle around your ass. His eating-out style was different from Jungkook’s—he acted like it was a buffet and he had to get everything before someone else came and took some. Taehyung laid his tongue flat on your ass and licked up and down, then from side to side, then in circles until he reached your pussy and gave it the same treatment, which made your legs shake. Taehyung’s fingers dug deep into the flesh of your ass as he held you in place and licked you in long strips from your clit up to your asshole, leaving a wet trail behind.

“You like it when someone plays with that tight ass of yours?” Jungkook said, to which you immediately hummed in agreement around his cock. That made him thrust his hips into your face, his cock entering your throat. “I knew you would…”

“Of course she does,” Taehyung moved away from your crotch for a second to respond. “She’s so eager to get fucked, arching her back like that… Aren’t you?”

You let go of Jungkook’s cock to respond. “Fuck yeah… Fuck me, Taehyung.”

That was all Taehyung needed to hear to do it. He quickly moved away, spit on his cock, and lined it up with your entrance. A second later, he was deep inside your pussy, holding onto your hips and staying still for a while, letting you get used to having a dick inside of you.

It stung for a second or two, but you were already soaking wet and so ready to feel him inside of you, so it wasn’t that much of a shock.

Jungkook moved your hair away from your face and gripped it, enjoying the view. “You take cock so well,” he hummed at you.

“So fucking well,” Taehyung agreed and started to move his hips slowly.

You forgot how good they were at this, at getting you to feel like a toy, but at the same time, treating you so well, at knowing exactly how and where to touch you to get you to enjoy every second of it. Once again, you wished they were staying in town longer so you could have more fun.

“Is that all you’ve got?” You teased, knowing your words would get Taehyung riled up.

The look on Jungkook’s face told you he enjoyed hearing you talk back to Taehyung, who grabbed your hips firmly and started to thrust. He went hard and deep, grunting. “Is it okay now, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to arch your back even more while still focusing on sucking Jungkook’s cock.

But, as always, it all became too much and you couldn’t do it right—Taehyung was slamming himself into you from behind, touching all the right places, spanking your ass, telling you how good you felt, and all you could do was hold Jungkook’s cock in your mouth and try to move your head. It all felt too good and you just couldn’t focus on the blowjob, which Jungkook quickly noticed.

He pulled his cock out, kept jerking himself off with one hand while continuing to play with your hair with the other, pushing you down to rest on his thigh and enjoy Taehyung’s cock, which you gladly accepted. However, you made a mental note to be extremely generous to Jungkook who was trying so hard to please you.

Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed to be a bit more focused on himself, but you couldn’t blame him. It was his favorite thing—a cum-covered woman on all fours, letting him fuck hard, allowing him to come inside. You knew he couldn’t wait to get to spray you with cum, that was his favorite part.

You weren’t sure which part was your favorite since you genuinely enjoyed each one, starting from the dirty talk, the spanking, the sight of them naked, how good their dicks felt, and everything that came after. There wasn’t a single thing you’d change except it happening more often.

“Jungkookie was… so good… to you,” Taehyung said in between thrusts, and you felt he was getting closer to release. “And you’re not… sucking him off?”

“It feels so good,” you responded, looking up at Jungkook. “I’m sorry.”

“No worries,” Jungkook grinned. “It’s my turn after.”

“Yes,” you nodded, which made Taehyung happy.

“Good,” he said, continuing to thrust hard and make your insides turn and your walls clench with every inch he gave you. “He deserves a good suck.”

“And fuck,” you said, instantly making Jungkook grin.

“That’s a good girl,” Taehyung smacked your ass lightly a couple of times. “Can I come inside?”

“Yes, please,” as soon as the words left your mouth, Taehyung started to thrust a lot harder than before, jerking you onto Jungkook, who helped you stay put.

It was all about coming for him, and it turned you on so much—being on all fours, allowing this guy who towered over you to fuck you hard and get himself off using you, come inside you, and enjoy the sight of his cum seeping out of you. It felt like he was going for hours, but it was a couple of minutes tops, especially when he was going that hard.

“Fuck!”

Then, his loud groan and the fact that buried his cock deep inside of you told you he was shooting his load and letting you take all of his cum. Before he was finished, though, he pulled out and let some of it hit your wet pussy and ass, since he enjoyed the sight so much.

“This was so fucking good,” Taehyung grunted, still not letting go of your hips. He first took a deep breath, patted your ass, and then moved to the side. “Jungkook’s turn.”

Instead of staying on all fours, you plopped down on your stomach and spread your legs, hoping the pose would please Jungkook. At that point, you felt like you couldn’t stay on your knees anymore—Taehyung had worn you down in the best way possible. Still, you weren’t about to tap out.

Jungkook quickly got up on the bed and kneeled over your thighs—you felt his skin against yours, warm and smooth. His hands flew to your ass and he started to grope your cheeks, but he did it gently, and he took his time.

You enjoyed it, you couldn’t lie. These two gorgeous men were completely naked in your bed, watching you like they couldn’t get enough of you, ready to do whatever you asked. Yes, you were playing by their rules and doing what they wanted, but you knew you could get whatever you asked for. Even Taehyung would be willing to please you however you wished, and this kind of agreement not only did wonders for your ego but helped you finally relax and forget about everything else.

“God, this is perfect,” Jungkook said, giving your ass a soft smack. “I could go on all day.”

“Right?” Taehyung agreed, sitting down on the bed next to you, giving you a warm smile. He was worn out too, his hair stuck to the sides of his face, his skin hot and sweaty, a look of complete content on his pretty face. “Thank God we have all day.”

“Exactly,” you couldn’t help but agree. The fact that you hadn’t even thought about the company and all the things waiting for you when you got back was a clear sign of how good they were treating you. That’s exactly what you wanted from a date—for someone so interesting they would make you forget your responsibilities, even if for a little while. With the two of them, it happened every time. “Couldn’t have found a better time to ask for some vacation days.”

“Oh, man, I almost forgot about that,” Jungkook said, grabbing your buttcheeks and starting to mush them, spread them apart, and then smack them together, clearly fascinated by your flesh. His touch turned you on even more because his fingers were so close, but at the same time, so far. “We have so much time. Of course, if you’re into seeing us again.”

“A girl offers her ass to you and you think she doesn’t want to see you again?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow and then looked back down at you. “He has a lot to learn, clearly.”

“I’d say he’s good,” you contradicted Taehyung mostly for the fun of it, but partly because you enjoyed Jungkook’s personality too. He was polite and didn’t take the liberty to assume anything, which you greatly appreciated. On the other hand, you also appreciated the cockiness Taehyung exuded.

Jungkook seemed to like hearing that, you could tell by the way he squeezed both your ass cheeks and chuckled. “Let me show you then.”

In a matter of seconds, you felt his fingers circling your ass. It was wet enough, but Jungkook wanted to make sure so he spat on it and spread the saliva with his digits, clearly enjoying the whole process. Taehyung looked around your bedroom and then gave up and simply asked.

“Lube?”

“The first drawer,” you pointed to the nightstand where you kept the lubricant for your lonely nights and not for use with partners. You couldn’t remember the last time you had any, other than the two men on your bed.

Before you knew it, Taehyung was throwing the bottle to Jungkook, who squirted a really generous amount and gently inserted two of his long fingers into your ass, making you grunt and kick your head back. It felt great, but you knew his cock would feel even better.

A second later, you felt Jungkook grunting as he placed the tip of his cock against your asshole and smacked against it, making a loud sound that sent shivers down your spine and made your pussy clench. Fuck, you wanted him bad. Sadly, you couldn’t see him, but you were still enjoying the touch of his thighs against yours, one hand massaging your ass while the other tried to slowly get his cock to enter you.

“Is she ready for you?” Taehyung asked, his hand fondling his balls while the other was tugging at your hair gently. “Do you want to take that big dick up your ass?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, smiling at him. “I can’t wait for Jungkook to fuck me.”

“Fuck,” you could hear him mutter behind you, clearly not immune to these comments of yours. Gently, his tip entered your ass and it took a while for your muscles to relax and let him inside.

Tons of women don’t like anal. In fact, many of them despise it and don’t even want to try it. You, on the other hand, loved it. When you were younger, the thought of it was repulsive, but then you tried it once, with someone who knew what they were doing, and you realized that there was something amazing about it, even though the feeling was completely different than the one sex usually gave you. Since Jungkook seemed so into ass, you didn’t see a reason why not let him fuck you.

“So tight,” he muttered through clenched teeth, which made Taehyung chuckle and lean against the bed frame. If you knew anything about Jungkook, it was that he knew how to be extremely gentle when he wanted to, so you had complete trust in him.

Taehyung kept playing with your hair, trying to distract you while Jungkook eased himself inside of you. He was stuck now as your muscles clenched around him, trapping him. “Relax, baby,” Jungkook practically purred as he lay on top of you from behind, allowing you to feel the weight of his body on yours, his mouth on the side of your face. “It won’t hurt.”

“Just go slow,” you said and unclenched your jaw, hoping your body would unclench too and let Jungkook enter you fully. He was going slow, used a lot of lube, and was as thoughtful as always, so your body listened and let him penetrate you a bit more, which made him grunt right next to your ear. “Fuck.”

“You feel so fucking good,” Jungkook whispered into your ear before softly biting into your earlobe. “I bet my cock feels huge now.”

“It always feels huge,” you complimented him, knowing it would make him happy, which his grin proved. “But especially now.”

“Can I go deeper?” He asked, still stuck in the same place, inside you by maybe two inches.

“We should have done this differently,” Taehyung said, which made you both look up at him. He was still leaning against the bedframe and tugging at your hair. “It would go easier if you had a mouth on your pussy while Jungkook stretched you out.”

Your pussy throbbed at the idea of having Taehyung eat you out while Jungkook fucked your ass, but it was too late now—Jungkook was already inside of you and if you switched positions and started over, it would undo the prep he’d already done.

“We’re doing that next time,” you said and chuckled, which made Jungkook sigh with relief and latch his mouth onto your neck.

The way he kissed you made you relax, it made you spread your thighs a bit more, allowing him more access as his tongue got you even wetter. He kissed your neck like he kissed your pussy—wet, sloppy, his tongue all over the place, and it felt fucking amazing. By the end of the first kiss, it felt like you were about to explode all over him and he wasn’t even though your pussy.

“I wish I could stuff your cunt while he fucks your tight little ass,” Taehyung said, pulling your hair to get you to open your eyes and look at him. Up until that point, you were trying to relax so you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Jungkook’s cock inside of you and his tongue on your neck. “I bet it would feel amazing.”

“I bet it would,” you agreed with a moan as Jungkook pulled his cock out and then slowly entered you again, trying to get you used to his girth.

“Good?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

You hummed in response and prepared yourself for another slow thrust of his. Taehyung pulled your hair again, continuing to call you a good little slut for letting Jungkook use your ass like that, and his words made you clench your pussy around nothing. Jungkook could feel you clench, you knew by the way he grunted every couple of seconds and you knew it felt amazing for him—you were already tight enough. The additional clenching probably squeezed him so hard he could barely move.

“Jesus!” He grunted with a chuckle. “You’ll make me come.”

“So fast?” You tried to face him, but Taehyung pulled your hair.

“So rude,” Taehyung smirked at you.

“I know it’s fucking fast,” Jungkook grunted, latching his lips onto your neck and sucking the skin in. “I can’t help it, your ass is really, really tight... And I know you want me to come inside of you.”

“I do,” you whispered, still staring right into Taehyung’s eyes, enjoying the looks he was giving you. “Turned on?”

“When am I not turned on around you?” Taehyung asked back, licking his lips. You were asking because you saw how hard he was, but he wasn’t touching himself. Instead, he lay there gripping your hair and staring at you getting fucked from behind. YOu could tell he was just waiting for his turn, so you decided to help him out and motioned for him to come closer.

When he did, you took his cock in your mouth, which instantly made him hiss. Taehyung quickly regained his composure and continued to play with your hair while you took more of his cock in, which encouraged Jungkook to start moving faster.

The more you got into sucking Taehyung’s cock, the faster Jungkook went, still kissing your neck. It felt fucking amazing, and you could feel yourself dripping all over the sheets, dying for him to stick it in your pussy too, but Jungkook was enjoying your ass too much for that.

“I’ll fucking come,” he grunted at you, seemingly breathless.

At the sounds of that, Taehyung bucked his hips into your face, making you choke on his dick, probably overly excited about the idea of Jungkook filling up your ass. The room was suddenly filled with groans and moaning coming from all three of you.

The more Jungkook groaned and swore at you, the harder the fucked you, even though he was careful not to go too hard or enter you all the way. That, in turn, made you moan and gulp Taehyung’s cock, letting it enter your throat, coating it with your saliva, eager to get him to come too. All Taehyung could do was tell you how good your mouth felt and grip your hair tighter.

Suddenly, Jungkook pushed himself up on his knees, careful to keep his dick inside of you. With a loud grunt, he came inside of you, holding onto your asscheek. “Take that up this pretty little ass,” he said, out of breath. “Fuck, this was good.”

He remained inside of you for a while until his breathing calmed down and his cock started to soften. Jungkook pulled out of you gently, pecked your back, shoulder, and then cheek before pushing himself off and lying down right next to you and closing his eyes for a second, his hand petting your asscheek gently.

Taehyung took the opportunity to smirk at you as you sucked on his tip. “Up for a bit more?”

“Always,” you told him and your words instantly made him grin.

In a matter of seconds, Taehyung was kneeling behind you, spreading your asscheeks with his hand and enjoying the sight of Jungkook’s cum seeping out of you. You could hear Taehyung stroking himself and then you felt him press his tip against your entrance.

Jungkook was lying next to you, his head turned in your direction with a warm, fucked-out look on his face. He moved a strand of your hair from your face and smiled at you. “You’re fucking great, I hope you know that.”

The compliment was heart-warming, despite the whole situation, so it made you smile at him. Taehyung wasn’t feeling the new, mellow mood.

“What a tight fucking ass,” he said before slamming his palm against your asscheek, his tip right at your entrance. “Can I fill it up?”

“Mhm,” you said, perking it up in the air for easier access. “Come all over me, Taehyung… Let me feel you.”

The deep grunt that left Taehyung’s mouth told you he was enjoying your words. You heard his hand moving across his length, his cock still pressed against your asshole, and in a couple of swift strokes, cum came gushing out of him. “Fucking hell!” Taehyung muttered and kept jerking himself off, letting his cum enter your ass. Then, he pulled away, letting it shower your ass, and he stayed like that for a while, even when the last drop fell on your body, enjoying the mess he made.

“You should let us play with your ass more often,” Taehyung finally said, getting up after giving your ass a loud smack.

“You should let me do that to you,” you muttered back, which made Jungkook’s head snap in your direction. When he saw the look on your face, he giggled.

“Don’t test him,” Jungkook suggested, getting up too, and offering you a hand to help you do the same.

“It wasn’t a threat,” you said, chuckling.

The three of you took a shower together and you wondered how come you felt that comfortable around them. You’ve seen them a handful of times yet you had no problem inviting them to your place, letting them stay if they wanted, showering with them, falling asleep next to them.

Before you drifted to sleep with Jungkook on one side and Taehyung on the other, you wished that they’d come by more often. If anything, it would make you forget about your responsibilities for a while and focus on pure and utter pleasure.

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