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The moment the lecture was over you made a beeline for the exit, not wasting any time in disappearing as quickly as possible. He didn’t notice you leave amidst the crowd of students, and you preferred it that way; the last thing you needed was for him to address you now that he knew who you were.
From now on, you were going to hide in the middle and back rows, out of sight, out of mind.
Request: “Could you please write a kihyun smut? You can pick the scenario and circumstances, I don’t mind!”
Credits to owner. I can’t find any gif
You were a regular costumer at a certain cafe and you were only there for a daily basis, you didn’t want staying at your room for the whole day and you plan to be somewhat productive today, although you have no clue what to do exactly.
You took the time to pamper yourself since it was an essential routine.
You dressed like a lady today to which really showed how feminine you are. You sat down unto a table near the door as you looked up unto the menu, before you could ask any assistance, a tall cunning man arrived near you, a smile lingering unto his lips as he reached out his hand. He was no familiar than the scent of the bread from the kitchen.
"Hey, are you alone?“
The male asked in a polite tone although his expression didn’t match with it.
Kinks featured: spanking, light bondage, orgasm denial. These are relatively ‘vanilla’, but if for some reason they aren’t your thing, don’t read this ^-^ ALSO any mentions of the OC ‘being put in her place’ are merely sexual and were consented with. @hyongtae@park-jimeme@namhyong@infireation
ALSO A HUUUUUUGE THANK YOU TO @namhyong for putting up with me and editing this for me ^-^
You exhaled shakily, your limbs trembling from exertion. The door to your left opened and with it came a breeze that swept across your skin like the caress of a lover’s finger, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its’ wake, your nipples hardening.
You kept your head down, waiting for permission to look up, the craving to look at Taehyung’s face almost overriding the fear of punishment. Soft footfalls came closer, tanned bare feet coming into your line of vision and making your breathing come out in small excited pants.
“Raise your head up like a good girl, Y/n,” he purred, satisfaction clear in his voice.
You complied immediately, whipping your head up so fast Tae flinched back in surprise before gathering himself and chuckling. His long arms reached up to undo your restraints, caressing the red skin on your left wrist and kissing it before moving on to your other wrist. The smile on his face was gentle, despite the fact that he had spent the last thirty minutes or so punishing you for a bit of sass, denying you the orgasm you so desperately needed before finally caving in to your pleading and allowing you to cum.
The blood rushed down to your cold fingertips, the feeling of being stung a thousand times over uncomfortable, but something you’d deal with if it meant being pampered by Taehyung.
Both of your arms free, Taehyung bent down and picked you up bridal style to carry you over to the bed and set you down gently. He began his normal massaging, gently unwinding the knots in your muscles, gradually bringing you down from the post-orgasm high. You hummed as his fingers skimmed over your skin, finding the toughest spots and melting the ache away. Placing a kiss on your forehead, his soft lips searing his brand upon your skin, he brought you to cuddle with your back flush against his chest.
His thumb rubbed soothing circles into the back of your hand, dropping kisses onto your hair. You “hmm’ed” contentedly and settled into his arms, feeling the call of sleep dimming your consciousness.
You awoke to the smell of eggs and you smiled, knowing Taehyung was behind the enticing aroma. You scooted over to the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching out your sore limbs and sighing at the feeling of your muscles become taut. Reaching for your silk robe draped carelessly across the back of a chair, you took the few steps to the door and stopped.
You slung the robe on and tied it closed before stepping out of the bedroom, the plush buttermilk carpet tickling your bare toes as you came closer to the kitchen. You ran your finger along the crown moulding as you strode towards the heavenly smells luring you in like moth to a flame, eager to get some food in you.
Your stomach began rumbling louder, demanding to be heard, crying out “feed me, feed me!” You picked up the pace and finally arrived at the galley kitchen. You stood for a moment, taking in the sight of a shirtless Taehyung standing at the stove dropping in some tomatoes and cheese for an omelette.
You tiptoed as quietly as you could to stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his naked torso and kissing his back. He looked over his shoulder at you and gave you one of his perfect smiles, before wiping his hands on a towel and turning around in your arms to place his large hands on your cheeks.
You both stood there for a moment before Taehyung leaned down to kiss you. His lips melded with yours, moving together in perfect synchronization for a few moments before he pulled away from you with a sigh.
“How do you feel, babe?” He asked as he smoothed your hair away from your face.
You gave him a lopsided smile before replying, “I feel good. Great actually.”
He grinned brightly at that, very clearly pleased with your answer.
“Good, because we need to talk about something.”
Pushing the plate away from you, you leaned back into the chair with a content sigh, watching Tae do the same on the opposite side of the table. You cleared your throat and took a sip of coffee before venturing to ask him what he wanted to talk about.
He looked at you for a moment before replying, a twinkle in his eye making you nervous, yet excited. Whenever he had that look in his eye you were sure to enjoy his idea.
“Well, Jimin and I were talking, and he expressed interest in joining us for a little bit of fun,” he watched you carefully, trying to gauge your reaction. He bit the side of his thumb and you wish he wouldn’t, memories of that very thumb rubbing your clit in tight little circles as his fingers fucked you mercilessly crowded into you mind, making it hard to concentrate on what he had said.
“……Jimin wants to join us?” You asked quietly, wanting to make sure you’d heard correctly. Seeing his nod you immediately began thinking of the apricot haired boy, his smiling face making an appearance in your mind’s eye.
Jimin wanting to join didn’t surprise you, though you were unsure as to what his role would be. Was he Dom? You didn’t think so, but then again you had been surprised to find your next door neighbor Taehyung to more than fulfill that role.
“Okay. Bring Jimin over.”
Taehyung clapped, looking extremely excited about his girlfriend being fucked by his best friend. He stood up and walked around the table over to you, pulling you up out of your chair and into his arms. He hugged you tightly, whispering into your ear the promise that he’d have Jimin come over soon, Jimin armed with the knowledge of your safeword.
His statement made you shiver, the thought of another Sir heating up your insides and tying your stomach up in knots.
Soon, soon, I’ll know what Jimin tastes like.
You’d ended up having to wait a week until Jimin was free, the build-up of anticipation was killing you, a bundle of nerves sitting in your stomach and making it hard to keep still. The day he was coming over you spent twenty minutes picking out an outfit, a bemused Taehyung watching you from the bed, neglecting to remind you until the very last minute that you didn’t need to have any clothes on; they were going to end up on the floor anyway.
This bit of information made you groan and you threw a glare at Tae before tossing all of your clothes back into the closet and grabbing your silk robe. Tying it around your waist with a flourish, you shut the closet door and turned to face the man currently trying not to laugh at his girlfriend. You glared at him again, ‘hmp!-ing’ when he chose to ignore you. You stood there trying to find a way to get him back, grinning as the perfect thought came to mind. Sauntering over to the bedroom door, you stopped to shoot a threat over your shoulder.
“Well, maybe Jimin will take pity on me and take me home today. I bet he knows exactly what to do with his hands..”
No sound came from the bed and your shoulders slumped with disappointment, as you’d been hoping to get at least a scoff from him. Suddenly a hand snaked around your waist, its’ partner placing itself over your mouth. Taehyung pulled you against him harshly, knocking the air from your lungs in a gasp. His mouth was at your ear, hot breath sending shiver after shiver down your spine, raising goosebumps like tiny little molehills across your skin.
“I don’t think you truly want that, princess. We both know Jimin won’t fuck you as thoroughly as I do. He doesn’t know all of your weak spots…” as he spoke the hand at your waist trailed down to the gap in your robe, your naked pussy becoming wet as memories of just how thoroughly Taehyung could fuck you flashed in your mind. His index finger grazed your clit, the movement as soft as a feather’s touch, nowhere near what you needed.
“Do you really think Jimin will know what to do with his hands? He won’t know what to do with you, he doesn’t know how you crave my fingers, he doesn’t know how you beg for them.” His voice gradually became deeper as lust tinged his words, coming down to a growl. His limber fingers slid at a snail’s pace down your slit, coming to a stop at your entrance.
“See? The mere thought of what my fingers can do is enough to make you wet. I don’t think Jimin can do that, do you princess?” He chuckled smugly against your hair, placing a soft kiss into it before ramming a finger into your slick heat, making you whimper into his hand. You leaned into him, the aching need making your knees go weak.
He hummed, your walls clamping down on his finger stoking his pride. He slid a second finger into you, stretching you out and filling you up at the same time, his fingers curling up and finding purchase on your special spot and pressing down on it. The familiar tightening of your stomach heralded your climax, Taehyung’s fingers moved faster within you pumping into you with such ferocity as to leave you breathless. His thumb rubbed against your clit in sloppy circles, your hips bucking against his hand, attempting to ride your way to release.
“Ah-ah, I don’t think so. We wouldn’t want you to be all tired out and satisfied before Jimin gets here, do we?” He pulled his hand away and you let out a whimper before you could stop yourself, your clit throbbing with the need to release. He patted your robe back into place and swatted at your backside.
“Don’t you dare, princess. Let’s not forget who’s in charge, okay?”
He grinned at you, happy with your compliance. He opened the door and pushed you gently out of the doorway, grabbing your hand and interlacing your fingers.
“There’s a good girl, now let’s go wait for Jimin.”
The two of you sat together on the couch, Taehyung idly playing with a piece of your hair as he flipped through the channels on the t.v. He glanced at the time and sighed, shaking his head. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, intent on calling Jimin and giving him an earful for keeping them waiting. Thumb centimeters away from starting the call, the doorbell rang and your heads both whipped towards the front door.
You jumped up off the couch and practically sprinted towards the door, ignoring Taehyung’s protests and cries of indignance.
“Yah, I’m your boyfriend why are you so excited to see another man?”
You reached the door and faced Taehyung for a moment, excitement making you cheeky. You stuck your tongue out at him and he gasped in fake shock, dramatically falling back onto the couch, arm draped across his face. He groaned incoherently, your’s and Jimin’s names popping up between the groans.
You rolled your eyes at his display and turned back to the door, a grin so wide if felt as if your face was going to split in two. Jimin stood on the porch, leaning against the railing, decked out in a plain black v-neck and black leather pants. His tangerine hair looked tousled, as if he had ran his fingers through it moments before, a habit you approved of wholeheartedly; as he looked like a heart breaking bad boy, the type you fuck in the back seat of his mustang.
He had always reminded you of summer days long past, licking the sweat off your then-boyfriend as he finger fucked you in a dark corner at the mid-summer carnival. In other words, he was walking sin and the need to be dominated by him was an itch you couldn’t scratch until now.
He smirked at you, looking as if he knew what was running through your mind. He ran his hand through his hair once more before straightening, taking big lumbering steps into the house and pausing for half a second when he was in front of you. He winked at you, causing a barely noticeable shiver to crawl down your spine making you clutch the doorknob tighter.
He looked past you to see Taehyung glowering at your exchange. Jimin merely smiled at the brunette man, his eyes challenging him to do something. They stared each other down, both of them wanting to be the ultimate Dom.
You cleared your throat, trying to diffuse the tension between the friends. Their heads snapped in your direction, watching you as you shut the door. The lock clicked, echoing in the near-silent room and sounding much like the announcement of impending doom in a movie. Jimin chuckled and you look at him again, crossing your arms over your breasts in an effort to hide your lust-hardened nipples.Both men smiled smugly then, immediately knowing what you were doing.
Taehyung turned to Jimin, his smile dropping at the hungry look in his eyes.
“Okay, Jimin. Do you remember the safeword?” Taehyung asked, his need for your comfort and well-being overriding the silly alpha male thing that just happened.
Jimin was quick to respond, a simple “of course,” your shoulders sagging with relief at his answer. You looked over at Taehyung, the question you didn’t dare say out loud clear in your eyes. He nodded and you took the step to close the distance between you and Jimin, your hand coming to rest on his forearm.
Heart pounding against your chest, the blood rushed to your cheeks as you tilted your head back to look at Jimin, his plump lips parted slightly as he breathed.
“Can I kiss you, Sir?” Your voice timid as you spoke the question. Jimin nodded and you stretched up onto your tiptoes, your lips meeting his in a chaste first kiss. You began to pull away, but Jimin wasn’t done with you, not by a long shot. He wound his arms around your waist crushing you to his body, his lips finding yours again in a hurry.
He attacked you hungrily, his lips larger than you were used to. He nipped at your lower lip, wordlessly asking for entrance, his tongue invading your mouth the moment you opened it. He spent his time exploring, committing your taste to memory.
Spearmint toothpaste overwhelmed your tastebuds, an underlying sweetness that screamed Jimin, making your nipples even tighter and shooting a ray of heat into your core. You gripped his shirt into your fists, stretching out the neck and exposing more of his golden skin. He moved away from your mouth, breathing heavily and leaving a trail of kisses across your jaw, stopping at your earlobe.
His hot breath came out in pants, his hand moving down to your ass to squeeze, eliciting a squeak from you. You felt him grin against your skin, his teeth leaving red marks on your neck that Taehyung was sure to cover with his own later. His hand moved to the front of your robe and pulled at the tassels, untying it to expose you.
He pulled away from you and pushed the sides of the silk aside to get a good look at you, his eyes darkening to onyx and lust clouding his features. He reached out and took a nipple in his hand, tweaking the hardened bud and pinching. You sucked your lip between your teeth and worried the tender swollen flesh as you watched Jimin grab your other breast in his hand, kneading it roughly.
You moaned at the sensations of, for all intents and purposes, a stranger groping at you, eliciting these mewling sounds from deep in your throat. You gripped Jimin’s shirt tighter, his head bending back down to lick the swell of your chest, biting the skin gently before arriving at the nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, licking it with the flat of his tongue as it stood trapped between his teeth.
He bit down and you cried out, the pain shocking you. Jimin lifted his head up and gazed at you through his eyelashes, his lids lying heavily upon his eyes. You gazed back at him levelly, showing no signs of the hesitation you felt earlier.
“Kitten, I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to be looking at me,” he spoke barely above a whisper, you had to strain your ears to hear him. He gripped your wrists and flung them off his shirt, a faint ripping sound announcing the ruination of this particular shirt. Jimin tsk’ed, shaking his head at you before looking over at Taehyung who’s bulge could be seen straining against his jeans.
“She is being a little cheeky and defiant, Tae. I think we might have to put her in her place,” he whispered, albeit with a smug tone. Jimin looked you over, paying particular attention to your glistening pussy lips and swollen clit. Biting his lip, he spoke to Tae out of the side of his mouth, his tone huskier as he fell deeper down the rabbit hole of lust.
“Where do we take her?”
Taehyung led the two of you down the hallway, his firm grip at your wrist a gentle reminder of who you belonged to at the end of the day. Jimin followed behind you, his fingers brushing your back and shoulders as you walked.
Entering the bedroom, all three pairs of eye landed on the hook dangling from the ceiling, looking ominous in all of its’ glory.
You walked over to it and stood underneath in your usual place, dropping the robe onto the floor. The fabric shimmered like water running over the rocky bed of a stream as it fell, pooling around your feet in a crumpled heap.
Jimin padded over to you, pausing as he came within inches of you, reaching out a finger to draw lines across your abdomen. He watched in amusement as your skin shuddered from the feeling, your chest expanding with every shaky breath you took.
“Not that I’m complaining about you being on display, but I had other… Ideas,” he murmured, his voice taking on a dangerous timbre. He gripped your shoulders and turned you to face the vanity on the far side of the room. “Go sit on that chair and spread your legs out for me, babygirl.”
Dipping your head in compliance and uttering out a weak yes sir, you made your way over to the chair, pulling it out and turning it to face the room. Taehyung stood silently, watching it all unfold as he palmed his hard cock through the fabric of his jeans, clearly not getting the friction he so craved. You ached to reach out to him, wanting to please him the way only you knew how to; but at that moment Jimin began unclothing himself, the movement catching your eye.
Inch after inch of his gloriously tanned skin appeared from beneath his shirt, making you salivate like a wolf. He moved closer to you, shedding more clothing as he went; ultimately ending up almost completely nude, lapis boxer briefs adorning his hips. His cock strained against the fabric, the bulge larger than you’d anticipated.
He kneeled down in front of you, his hands sliding down your thighs and pushing them apart. Inhaling sharply through his teeth at the sight of your glistening lips, the sight of your arousal was almost too much for him.
As he bent down further, his mouth coming closer, you could feel his breath across your slit,making you desperate to touch him. His eyes rose to meet yours as his tongue connected with your clit, circling the sensitive bud achingly slowly, teasing you with the proximity of his tongue to where you needed him the most.
You moved your hips slightly, trying to angle yourself correctly, making him stop in his movements immediately, as his eyes darkened even more.
“Does kitten want to feel my tongue lapping at her clit? Does she want to feel my fingers inside of her, filling her up?” His voice was smug, knowing your answer already. You nodded and his smirk grew into a grin, momentarily making his face look angelic.
He drew back down to your core, index finger teasing your entrance while his mouth latched onto your clit, teeth gently biting down on it. He thrust his finger in, making you gasp. His fingers were smaller and thicker than Taehyung’s, but by no means was that holding him back. He curled his finger up just as well, finding the perfect angle to thrust against the spot guaranteed to make you cry out.
He sucked on your clit at the same time as he slid a second finger in, making you moan and grip the seat of the chair in an effort to not cry out. He fucked you with his fingers mercilessly, his tongue laving against your clit just as torturously. You felt the familiar tightening of your stomach begin, Jimin wasting no time in his effort to make you cum.
His fingers moved faster within you, obscene noises filling the room, your moans and whimpers a perfect accompaniment. Jimin moved away from your clit, leaving teasing butterfly kisses along your abdomen before biting at your breast. The heat of his mouth sucked on your skin, leaving a cherry spot behind, all the while his fingers kept up their relentless pace.
The knot in your stomach grew, a few thrusts away from bursting. Your legs trembled with the effort to sit still, the urge to ride Jimin’s fingers almost too much to bear. Suddenly his fingers stilled inside of you and he gave you a lurid look.
“I don’t believe you’ve earned the right to come just yet, kitten.” As he spoke his fingers resumed stroking your insides languidly, the fire that had been raging now a dull roar. He moved forward to kiss you, taking in your lower lip between his teeth and biting down on it harshly. You whimpered into his mouth and he placed his thumb atop your clit, pushing down on it a bit as he moved the digit from side to side.
Screwing your eyes shut, you did your best to hold back the onslaught of pleasure, but the efforts were in vain as Jimin gave a final flick of his thumb.
You cried out, whimpers and moans following soon after, your high crashing over you like a tsunami. Your whole body shook from the intensity of the orgasm, your lip crying out in pain from being bitten too hard. The taste of copper filled your mouth and you grimaced, quickly schooling your features into a blank mask as Jimin glared at you.
“Up. Now.” His voice spoke volumes, letting you know the punishment was going to be severe. A thrill ran down your spine, secretly excited for the possibilities.
He took your seat, adjusting himself so his cock was not standing straight up. He reached for you and pulled you to his side, turning you sideways to face him.
“Lay across my lap, babygirl. Let’s see what we can do about you cumming without my permission,” his voice still held the promise of a threat, but now a smile colored it.
You obeyed his demand, laying your torso across his lap, his powerful thighs providing ample support. He stroked your ass with his hand, caressing the skin. He planted a kiss on your spine before raising his hand and striking you.
The strike rocked your body, lurching you forward. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the heat that was beginning to gather in your core once again, your sensitive slit already glistening. He rubbed the reddened skin before once more bringing his hand down with a sound that echoed through the room.
This time you cried out, unable to hide the lust in your voice. Jimin’s fingers wandered down to your slit and dipped a finger in before he brought it up to his mouth, the lewd sound of him sucking your juices off the digit only making you wetter.
“My, my, babygirl. Do you enjoy the feeling of my hand connecting with your ass?” He sounded teasing, trying to drag the admission out of you. When you didn’t answer he spanked you again, this time moving his hand just so, to graze your pussy. You whimpered as the pain spread across the cheek and into your core; you rubbed your thighs together in an effort to relieve some of the ache.
You felt Jimin’s cock twitch against your abdomen and you once again felt the urge to taste him. He struck you a few more times, each moment that his hand connected with you stinging flesh plunging you deeper into your want, his cock leaking precum and wetting his underwear. You felt the wet patch of fabric with every fiber of your being, focusing on it almost obsessively.
Jimin finished spanking you and began soothing the crimson flesh with a gentle hand, every now and then dotting your cheek with kisses. He motioned for you to stand, but you hesitated in obeying, choosing to wiggle your abdomen against the head of his length. He inhaled through his teeth, the friction something he desperately needed. Chuckling darkly, grabbed your upper arms to pull you up, gripping your chin in his hand and twisting you to face him.
He kissed you roughly, sloppily, his lips moving over yours discordantly. He pulled away slightly, his eyes dancing over your features, taking in your swollen lips and dim eyes. Hunger for your submission burned in his eyes and you lowered your own, hoping you hadn’t crossed a line.
“Get on your knees and show me how you well you can suck dick, kitten.”
You shivered at his order, and hurried to obey,tripping over your feet in the rush to get into position. Jimin pulled his underwear off as you kneeled in front of him, his cock springing free. He was about as large as Tae, but thicker.
You gripped him at the base, wetting your lips before placing them around his head and moving them down until they met your hand. Sliding back up, you hollow out your cheeks, allowing your teeth to graze his skin lightly. He groaned and placed a hand in your hair, gathering your silken locks to use as reins.
You took all of him into your mouth, the feel of him twitching against the back of your throat giving you an ego boost. As you bobbed your head up and down, your hand wrapped around what you couldn’t reach.
The bed creaked as Taehyung got up and made his way over to the two of you, crouching down behind you. His fingers danced across the skin on your back, and you moaned around Jimin, his hand pushed down a bit, to keep your head in place as you swallowed around him. Taehyung’s hands continued their path, tracing patterns into your skin.
Jimin moved his hand away from your head and you took the opportunity to move away for breath, pumping his cock before he placed his hand atop your to still your movements. You glanced at him questioningly, hoping he didn’t stop you because you were doing a bad job.
He motioned for you to stand up again, reaching behind you for something Taehyung held in his outstretched hand. Looking down, you saw that it was the sash from your robe, the silk catching the light. Jimin took it and motioned for you to turn around, grabbing your arms and wrapping the cool fabric around your wrists. He placed his hands at your waist and pulled you forward to stand with one leg on either side of his.
Taehyung moved closer to you, his hands finding purchase on your shoulders. He leaned into you, his mouth aligned with your ear, speaking in a low growl.
“Don’t forget you’re mine princess.”
You nodded weakly and allowed Jimin to pull you down, the head of his cock aligned with your entrance. You sank down onto it slowly and the man beneath you groaned at the feeling of your slick heat enveloping him.
Taehyung placed a hand on your throat, his thumb tilting your head back to look at him as you began rolling your hips against Jimin. He watched the emotions play across your face and bent down to take your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue moving of its’ own accord and coming to dance with your own.
Jimin gripped your hips and pulled you down to meet his upward thrusts making you moan into Taehyung’s mouth. The latter moved his hands down to your breasts and kneaded one, the other one pinched and tweaked your nipple.
You whimpered again as the sensations came together in a harmony of lust, the sounds of Jimin’s grunts, the slap of skin on skin and Taehyung’s quiet groans adding to the mix. You circled your hips as you rose up, slamming back down quickly. You kept up a steady rhythm, Jimin’s constant litany of “that it’s baby girl, just like that” egging you on. Taehyung’s nimble fingers slid down your torso, intent on bringing you to climax.
He grazed your swollen bud with his nail and you gasped into his mouth at the feeling, walls clamping down on Jimin. A ragged “fuck me” escaped his mouth and he felt his release coming closer, your tight slick heat making it very hard for him to hold back.
“Get back on your knees, kitten,” he said raspily, his voice tinged with an effort not to come like a high schooler. Taehyung huffed, a little miffed he couldn’t keep playing with you, but he helped you off Jimin’s lap and stepped away to remove his clothes.
You kneeled in front of Jimin as he stood, hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, and pumping it slowly as he placed himself at your open mouth. Without a warning he thrust all the way in, making you gag and swallow around him. You teared up and attempted to breathe through your nose but Jimin gave you no chance as he held your head in place and fucked your mouth. Your throat convulsed around him, saliva and precum dripping down your chin. Tasting yourself, you moaned, the vibrations sending Jimin over the edge.
Thick, hot ropes of cum dripped down the back of your throat as his cock emptied itself out, twitching. You swallowed as best you could, some of it escaping and landing on your breasts. Your lungs screamed for air as you pulled away from Jimin, sucking in big gulps of the oxygen you so desperately craved.
Jimin slumped back down on the chair, throwing his head back, chest heaving and skin glistening from sweat.
Taehyung came to you then, a towel in his hand. He wiped your chin and breasts clean of all traces of Jimin, untying your wrists when he finished. Pulling you up, he lead you to the bed to push you down onto it.
“My turn, princess.”
You whimpered at his tone, knowing he was upset at how much you enjoyed feeling Jimin inside of you. Watching him walk over to the bedside table and open the top drawer, pulling out a nylon rope, you quickly scooted into position before he spoke, trying to make him go easy on you.
He gripped your left wrist and tied it to the steel headboard, crawling over your body to tie your other wrist. He spread your legs and settled between them, placing his hands on either side of you and leaned down. He looked at you darkly, lower lip caught in his teeth’s harsh grip.
He closed the distance and took your lips in a heated kiss once more, his anger clear in every glide and nip. With no warning he placed himself at your entrance and slammed in all the way. You gasped into his mouth and he chuckled, feeling your walls clamp down on him. He was rough in his thrusts, hips snapping into yours hard enough to leave bruises; his movements making it hard for the two of you to kiss, panting into each other’s mouths instead.
He moved away from you, sitting back on his heels to lift your hips up and place you on his legs, the new angle reaching deeper into you. You cried out and tried to pull away from him, the sensations too much for you, and almost becoming painful. He gripped your hips harder, fingers digging into your skin.
“Where do you think you’re going, hm? You seemed oh so eager to get a good fucking earlier, what happened princess?” He growled out, giving you a smirk as you whimpered in response. He slowly pulled out until the head was the only thing in and he blew you a kiss before slamming back in. His thumb found your clit and began rubbing it in small circles, pushing down on the bud. You moaned and whimpered, increasing in pitch with each pass of his thumb.
The coiling in your stomach wound up, your hands clutching at your restraints as Taehyung fucked you ruthlessly, his thumb moving over your clit sloppily. You shut your eyes against the feelings rushing over you, but that was a mistake as your other senses became overloaded. As you cried out for Taehyung, the sound of his name stilled the ministrations that had been driving you mad.
“No, please Sir don’t stop, I’m so close…” you whispered between pants, eager to feel him bring you over.
His thumb resumed it’s stroking, slowing down as you got closer to your peak, his thrusts matching the slow pace of his hand. He pulled out of you making you open your eyes to see his hand wrapped around his cock as he pumped along his length. He pulled his hand away from you right as you began feeling the beginnings of your orgasm.
Taehyung stared at you as he fucked his hand, groaning as his own release crashed over him. Hot, thick strings of cum landed on your stomach and you whimpered at the sight. He sighed and shook his head at you, grabbing the towel to wipe your stomach clean. Untying your wrists, he moved to stand, where he looked down at you to sigh again.
“You don’t get to come, babe. Maybe later if you make it up to me,” he shrugged and looked over at Jimin. “And you, you don’t get to do that again. Now get out, please.”
The two of you watched Jimin gather his clothes and walk out of the bedroom, looking back at each other when the door clicked shut.
“Sorry about that babe, turns out I don’t like sharing,” he said sheepishly, shrugging a bit.
You shook your head at him and opened your arms to invite him in, “come here, you. I need my massage.”
A young woman with pale apricot colored hair and teal colored eyes was waiting outside a local cafe for one of her friends to show up, wearing a sweater jacket and a flowery skirt. She gazed at her watch on her wrist, hoping he would show up.
The young woman was named Olivia Mason, she was an aspiring young woman looking to further her career in business involving the arts. Despite her short stature, she was kind and had a voice that many wanted to hear more of.