#taekook smut

[borathae]

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

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire!Jungkook

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

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

Wordcount: 8.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-          Taehyung: Take your time. I love you ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey”

“Kookie, he-”

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

The phone beeps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-          Sweetest ♡: 😭😭😭

Taehyung smiles. You are cute. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Geez! You scared me, oh my god!”

“Jungkook! Jungkook, you are home!?” 

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

“You’re home! You’re home!”

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

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

“Yes.”

“Why? Baby, what’s the matter?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn baby…”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m here now, baby.”

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

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

“I am serious.”

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

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

Rip!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me?”

“Of course I do. I want you so bad.”

“Then show me.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung shudders, fleeing the thrust instinctively.

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

“It feels so good.”

“No, it doesn’t. You’re fleeing.”

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

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

“Fuck, I think you need more lube.”

“No, it’s perfect. Please.”

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

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

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

“Owner?”

“I’m your property.”

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

“Please tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“That you’re my owner.”

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung obeys.

“And out.”

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

“In.”

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

“Out.”

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

“In.”

Taehyung obeys.

“Out.”

A second then it hurts and he whimpers.

“Why?” he sobs.

“What’s the matter?”

“Why doesn’t it get it? Why?”

“What do you mean?”

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

“Who?”

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

Jungkook frowns.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You”, Taehyung whispers.

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

“Owner controls me.”

“That too, but…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kook…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who do you belong to?” Jungkook rasps.

“You”, Taehyung whimpers.

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

“Who owns you?”

“You.”

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

“Who dictates your every step?”

“You”, Taehyung presses out and trembles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please”, Taehyung begs.

“Please what?”

“More. Please more.”

“But Tae. I need to prepare you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so pretty”, Jungkook whispers.

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

“Hurts?” Jungkook asks, chasing him.

“More.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s my boy doing, hm?”

“Good…”

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

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

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

“How’s that?”

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

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

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

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

“I am?”

He nods his head vigorously.

“Do you want it?”

He shakes his head vigorously.

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

Taehyung hole complains loudly, gaping around nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something cold and wet begins filling him up.

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

“Do you feel it?”

“Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

“Cold. Wet.”

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

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

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

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

Taehyung sobs, convulsing desperately. Jungkook chuckles almost tauntingly.

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

“Yes.”

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Faster, please”, Taehyung squeaks out.

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

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

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

“Owner, ah Owner please.”

“Please what? Use your words.” 

“Harder. Please!”

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

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

“Harder please! Harder!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Big.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung whimpers, writhing helplessly. 

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

“Yes”, Taehyung squeaks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung whimpers, nodding his head obediently. 

“Good that you understand.”

Taehyung lowers his eyes.

“You’re a bully.” 

“You get off on it.” 

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

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

“Ruined. I feel used up.”

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

“You fed from me.” 

“You always say that I can.” 

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

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

“It’s not. It’s proof.” 

“Proof?”

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

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

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

“You were?”

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

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

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

“I wasn’t?” 

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

“Because you wanted your bed back?”

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

“Really?” Taehyung breathes.

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh”, Taehyung lets out and giggles. 

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

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

“I love you too, my snugglebunny.” 

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

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

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

“Already?” 

“Got a problem with that?” 

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

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[crooked-haven]

Not Good Enough | Taekook Smut 18+

➭ Pairing: 'Top' Kim Taehyung x 'Bottom' Jeon Jungkook

➭ Rating/Genre: Smut 18+, Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

➭ Warnings/Tags: Taekook Boyfriend's, French kissing, Groping, anal, male receiving, teasing, boy on boy, male anatomy, fingering, choking, sir, rough, degrading, slapping, unprotected sex (wear protection irl plz) Jungkook is a brat and whining mess.

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & Crooked-haven)

Word Count: 2k

•Author's POV•

"Taehyung you need to build up your stamina more" Jungkook said while rolling his eyes. He just came out of the shower with a towel hanging from his small waist, water droplets falling down his body, tattoos on display. He walked towards their shared closet, leaning in the doorway looking Taehyung up and down with a small grin. Taehyung sat down on the bed, scrolling through his phone before lazily replying. "What do you mean by my stamina?" With a heavy sigh Jungkook gulped down the lump in his throat and said "You don't fuck me good enough anymore"

he could feel his cheeks brighten up as a rush of adrenaline coursed through his body before leaving him helpless under Taehyung's sharp glance. He stood up and walked over to the younger, looking down at him with a piercing gaze and calmly let out "Not good enough? You want me to break your ass don't you?"

A long but quick silence passed before Taehyung broke it clearing his throat, "I asked you something Jungkook and I expect an answer" Jungkook just now realized how close they were as he could feel the heat of Taehyung's minty breath hit his lips. Not being able to hold eye contact anymore, he looked down and played with his fingers while mumbling. "Y-Yes well I-I mean no, I just meant you don't spend time w-with me anymore t-thats all" Taehyung let out a sigh and took Jungkook's jaw in his hand making him look up into his eyes. "Should I break it baby?" He whispered in a deep and raspy voice.

Jungkook could feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach and he swallowed hard before slowly nodding his head. "P-Please?" Taehyung's eyes darkened as his grip on his jaw became harsher than before. "Please what?" He asked in a voice laced in so much authority it almost made Jungkook's legs buckle under him right then and there, but he was determined to be stronger than that and without a blink he immediately replied "Yes Sir". Jungkook's eyes filled with stars as he stared up into his boyfriends eyes, he could see the lust but he could also see the love and that meant everything to him.

Taehyung then leaned down closer to Jungkook's face and captured his lips almost instantly with his own. The kiss started off slow, but it quickly turned heated as Taehyung bit the youngers bottom lip asking for entrance to which Jungkook immediately opened his mouth almost a little too wide. Taehyung slipped his tongue into Jungkook's mouth, exploring each and every crevice his tongue could reach, Jungkook then decided he was going to fight for dominance and immediately started fighting Taehyung's tongue with his own, letting out a few moans.

They sucked on each others tongue and lips until their lungs started burning from the lack of air they were receiving. They pulled away from each other with a few strings of their mixed saliva dripping down on their chins. Both of their bodies were on fire from the desire they had for each other. They needed each other and bad. Taehyung leaned down sucking harshly on his boyfriends sensitive neck, as one hand made it's way down to the towel tied loosely around Jungkook's little waist. He skillfully untied it with one swift motion, while biting his baby's neck all at the same time gaining a whiney moan from the younger before him.

The towel fell down to his feet and he immediately felt the cold against his still damp skin, Taehyung pulled away from his neck and admired the art work he left, and grabbed a handful of Jungkook's ass, pressing Jungkook's bare member to his clothed hard one making Jungkook moan his name. "A-Ah please Tae" Taehyung was quick to pull away and harshly grabbed the back of the youngers hair. "That's not my name." Jungkook winced from the faint burning sensation of his hair being pulled, but loved it nonetheless. "I-I'm sorry S-Sir"

Taehyung smirked at his boyfriends reaction "That's more like it" Jungkook's mouth parted as he breathed softly while staring at each others swollen red lips, from the intense make out session they shared just a bit ago. Taehyung spoke before giving a soft peck to his baby's red pouty lips "Let's take this to our bed yeah?" Jungkook nodded his head in agreement. "Jump" Taehyung said while tapping Jungkook's bare and now dry thigh. He did it without any hesitation, wrapping his legs around Taehyung's clothed waist, the friction of his member against the warm cloth made him let out a high pitched moan in Taehyung's ear as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Their mouths never left each others while Taehyung dropped Jungkook down on the bed, hovering over him, kissing him hungrily only stopping to part ways with his own clothing. Jungkook whined at the loss of his boyfriends warm touch, but bit his lip at the sight of Taehyung's hard member springing up and hitting his lower stomach. Jungkook spread his legs wide, ready for his boyfriend to ruin him right then and there but Taehyung had other plans. He slowly started a passionate make out nothing at all like before, Jungkook whined needlessly under Taehyung while bucking his hips up for that friction he's missed.

"Hold still and be a good little boy for me kook" Jungkook, wanting nothing but to absolutely get ruined, immediately obeyed, unlike him honestly. This somewhat surprised Taehyung, but he liked that he was in full control of his slutty baby. He grabbed the half empty bottle of lube off their nightstand and squeezed some on his fingers, sitting on his legs he spoke in a voice that wasn't even close to being soft. "Why don't you spread your legs like a good slut for me yeah?" Jungkook took a deep breath "Y-Yes" with that short reply of his he received a hard slap on his ass, leaving a sting behind he whimpered. "Yes what?" "Yes Sir!" He whined out while biting his lip hard.

"Tell me want you want" Jungkook felt his stomach drop, in a good way at his boyfriends tone of voice, he moaned out "Ah Sir I want you please" Taehyung cocked a teasing eyebrow. "Want me to what?" Jungkook clasped his legs together in a stubborn attempt to disobey, but his ass was paying the price right away, Taehyung spanked him not once but twice and an extra hard one resulting in Jungkook yelping in a pain mixed pleasure sensation. He opened his legs and spoke "Please fuck me daddy please"

Taehyung loved watching his little baby struggle, he loved watching his tears fall down from the pleasure he was receiving and most of all, he loved giving it to him regardless if it was supposed to be a punishment or not. "D-Daddy please fuck me already~" he loved being called Sir, but Daddy really does it for him, that he will never admit. "You need to learn some patience baby boy" Taehyung growled out before landing yet another harsh slap against Jungkook's member. Jungkook whimpered very loudly and pouted.

Taehyung pulled his 3 fingers out, and shoved them into Jungkook's warm mouth, catching him off guard, Jungkook immediately obeyed and sucked hard as his hole clenched around nothing but air. "Condom or no?" Jungkook shook his head no aggressively. "I wanna feel you please daddy" Taehyung poured the cold lube on his thick, hard member before pushing into his pink inviting hole. Jungkook hissed out, immense pain engulfed his lower half and he yelped with tears in his eyes. "Please keep going" he said quickly clenching almost afraid to lose Taehyung inside him. Taehyung winced and pecked the youngers lips, starting another heated make out session between them.

Their make out session came to an end when they parted their lips. "Daddy please fuck me already please!" Jungkook whined out trying to wiggle his hips to gain some friction. Taehyung grunted from the friction that his lover caused and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. "Don't you think you've been misbehaving way too much? Challenging my stamina huh?! I'm gonna show you how good daddy's stamina is and ruin that little hole of yours!" Jungkook moaned loudly when Taehyung ended his sentence with a harsh slap against his already red ass cheeks.

"Nngh~ Daddy please just fucking take me however you want!" Taehyung smirked at the nickname and his boyfriend's whiny begs, taking one last glance at his baby's hole that was engulfed by his own cock he pecked Jung kook's lips and began thrusting slowly. Jungkook gasped and immediately started moaning out of pleasurable pain. "Look at you being a little moaning mess for me, you fucking cock slut!" Taehyung said while snickering and thrusting faster. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung pulling him closer, Taehyung let go of the younger's hands and grabbed his hips instead, to keep him in place.

He began thrusting into him in a deep and slow pace hitting Jungkook's prostate which forced a high pitched moan from the younger. "Ahh fuck right there! Fuck me harder Tae!!" Jungkook choked on his tears, tears full of pleasure. Taehyung rocked his hips faster, rammed into his boyfriend's warm hole, and took a tight grip a hold of Jungkook's hard and pretty cock that was laying flat against his little stomach. He stroked the red and angry cock whilst thrusting sloppily into him, chasing his high. Groans, moans and skin slapping was surely heard in the next house over.

"Daddy, I'm s-so close! Please harder!" Jungkook moaned in such a high pitched voice that Taehyung was surprised but nonetheless started thrusting harder into him, giving his needy baby what he wanted all along. "L-Look at your pretty hole, ahh- made just for me!" Taehyung struggled to get it out as he was also near. Jungkook on the other hand took his dirty words in and immediately came all over his stomach and some on Taehyung's hands, no longer able to hold it in anymore. Taehyung rolled his eyes finding this sight so damn hot.

"D-Daddy in me! I-In me!" After a few more thrusts Taehyung released his warm seed inside of his boyfriend, emptying himself completely, Jungkook moaned and sighed out of pleasure, hooking his legs around Taehyung, making sure he wouldn't pull out and let all his cum leak out. Heavy breathing filled the room, Taehyung had collapsed on top of his boyfriend and after a few minutes of silence, Taehyung spoke up again. "Let's go for round 2." Jungkook's eyes widened and Taehyung laughed. "Wait what?" Smirking Taehyung cupped his baby's cheek and said "Yeah, let me show you how much stamina I've got."

End♡︎

A/N-

Part two??

Hope you enjoyed<3

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[bangtaninborderland]

Okay anyone have any member ship fic recommendations like this?

Literally begging for a dominant mafia taehyung x bratty but submissive Jungkook recommendation.

Im really looking for a good series!!

#bts smut #bts recs #bts fic #taekook #taekook fic #taehyung smut #mafia taehyung #sub jungkook #taekook smut #taekook au #bts angst #bts fluff #Jungkook smut #Jk smut #jk angst #Jungkook fluff #taehyung angst #dom taehyung #taekook fic rec

[jjkeverlastreads]

mem x mem fics 🤍

read [ ✓ ] not read [ ✘ ] still reading [〥]

mostly for myself to keep track, but feel free to read these if any are of interest to u! <3

make sure to check the tags before indulging in a fic! also all of these fics are from ao3!

if u have any mem x mem recs, don't feel afraid to recommend them in my inbox! i'd love to read them wuup wuup

YOONMIN

one shots

4 a.m is the worst [the one where yoongi keeps coming back at 4 a.m. making jimin fall in love with him just a little more.] ✘

we make the perfect blend [it’s been months since it started, yoongi and jimin winding up in bed together, half naked and half drunk, every other weekend with their hands and mouths connected. they don’t talk about it, pretend it isn’t happening, and jimin suffers in secret. the sweet messages yoongi writes on jimin’s coffee cups don’t mean anything, none of it does, he’s just a good hyung.] ✘

teach me the way to your heart [after taking jimin’s first kiss in a game of truth or dare, yoongi finds himself agreeing to help jimin practice. maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult, if jimin wasn’t so cute, or if his lips didn’t taste like peaches, or if he only wanted to practice kissing.] ✓

in vinos veritas [jimin and yoongi make a deal to get married at 30 if they're both still single.] ✘

indelible ink [of course he’s stuck in a supply closet on new year’s eve at nearly midnight. and, of course, the only other person in the office for him to get stuck with is park jimin. being stuck with jimin would be fine, if yoongi didn’t have a massive crush on him.] ✓

cupcakes of forgiveness [jimin's roommate likes to have loud, obnoxious, raunchy sex. so he camps out on the neighbor's couch.] ✓

double ended [coworkers yoongi and jimin are always competing for sales and trying to outdo each other. they’re enemies, rivals. no matter what anyone thinks, it’s absolutely not sexual tension.] ✓

we're just lost stars [it's hard growing up, seeing your imperfections and having to face that you're in the spotlight 24/7, for jimin it's even harder when you're falling in love with the only person who makes you feel perfect. someone that probably just sees you as a kid anyways. (or, that one where jimin grows up, yoongi takes notice, and basically all of bangtan ship yoonmin)] ✘

series

you're worth more than gold (medals) [the only thing on jimin's mind before his first olympic games on the figure skating team is potential glory. his teammate hoseok is very eager to inform him of other possible perks. like the free condoms for all athletes. jimin isn’t interested in any of that - until he meets min yoongi.] ✓ chapters in total: 6/6

break my heart and start again [jimin has been hiding his unrequited love for his best friend for years. but when yoongi is getting married, a trip away for his bachelor party crumbles all of jimin’s carefully held control.] 〥 chapters in total: 8/8

TAEKOOK

one shots

eyes on me baby [taehyung loses a bet and ends up nude modeling for legendary painter jeon jeongguk. he soon finds out that jeongguk fucks just as good as he paints.] ✘

read between your lines [jungkook is thrilled when his crush asks to borrow his textbook in class. but when taehyung leaves without returning it, jungkook feels like taehyung's stolen more than just his book.] ✓

bullet with butterfly wings [jeongguk hires taehyung to teach his son how to play the guitar, but taehyung ends up teaching jeongguk something about himself.] ✓

just two dudes being bros [shortly said: jungkook and taehyung are in denial over being in love with another, shown in a hilarious way..] ✓

no nut november ft. sope [jungkook bets hoseok that he can't go a month without sex. jungkook thinks it will be a piece of cake, but he's unaware that taehyung and yoongi have a bet of their own.] ✓

(even at my worst) i'm best with you [the one where taekook are ross and rachel.] ✘

a candlelight or two [taekook being whipped and having soft fluffy sex] ✘

bendy rulers [based on an article titled "STRAIGHT GUY WORRIES HE'S BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO GAY ROOMMATE, REALIZES HE'S FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM."] ✓

oh, boy [after suffering for a year to meet his rent every month, taehyung's best friend jimin suggests he get a roommate. enter jeon jungkook, the prettiest boy he's ever seen.] ✓

oh, you're gonna take me home (tonight) [having sex for the first time is something jeongguk had always dreamt of; made fantasies about it and, with shaking hands, had looked forward to since he was thirteen and had an orgasm for the first time. but then, when it finally happens, he's a little underwhelmed. and when taehyung finds out about that, he gently takes on the job himself to show jeongguk how it can be as well.] ✓

three weddings and a love story [jeongguk and taehyung crash weddings. they get in a little over their heads.] ✓

chronicles of jeon jeongguk's gay love story [jeongguk writes straight romance and sex for a living. taehyung edits them. until, jeongguk get his horny self together and sends a rough draft of a gay love story to taehyung.] ✓

get me out of my mind (get you out of those clothes) [taehyung never thought he'd fall in love with his roommate. then again, he never thought his roommate would have been a literal gift from god either.] ✘

the butterfly effect [jeongguk and taehyung play an innocent game of ‘never have I ever.’ how it ends up with jeongguk choking on taehyung’s cock, well, that’s a whole other story.] ✓

maybe we're fireproof [for as long as jeongguk can remember (and even before that too), his body has been on fire.] ✓

couldn't care more [so. yeah. jeongguk flashed his abs to the entire world. and taehyung needs to put him in his place.] ✓

i'll love you out loud [taehyung accidentally reveals to the whole group that he's in love with jeongguk while filming an episode of run BTS] ✓

stocking up on oxygen [just days in the life of taehyung and jeongguk getting through lockdown together.] ✘

tenacious d in the dick of destiny [in the midst of struggling with debts and empty plastic packets of instant ramyeon, taehyung and jeongguk joined forces to put the phrase "sex sells" to good use.] ✓

for a good time, call [kim taehyung, a well-known phone sex operator who specializes in providing anything and everything his clients ask, gets more than he bargained for when goldenboy books one of his sessions.] ✓

fever started a long time ago [in which taehyung eats a magical fortune cookie and wakes up physically dependent on jeongguk’s body heat.] ✓

make you mine (i can fuck you better) [it's one of life's greatest moral quandaries— if your roommate is the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen in your entire life and said gorgeous roommate already has a boyfriend, should you try and seduce him anyways? well, if you're jeon jungkook and the roommate in question is kim taehyung, the answer is...FUCK YES.] ✘

double tap [upon a dare, taehyung has to wear a vibrator to class. however, he accidentally drops his remote and the guy whom he was having sexual tension with for the last few months, jeon jeongguk, ends being the one to pick it up.] ✓

maybe [mutual pining between taekook, jungkook is in deniaaaal, canon compliant] ✓

try hard [with years of rivalry at hand, one can clearly point out that rebellious prodigy kim taehyung and golden boy jeon jeongguk simply can’t stand each other. and then suddenly comes out a rumor about said jeongguk being fucking hung and taehyung wants to punch him in the face even more than before (he also kind of wants to suck his dick, but that’s beside the point).] ✓

don't bother knocking [taehyung can't sleep without hugging something, but when he's especially anxious his pillows aren’t quite enough. on those occasions taehyung bribes his very cute neighbour jeongguk to let him sleep in his bed and use him as a body pillow. and jeongguk is totally fine with that. the only problem is that he's pretty sure taehyung thinks he's straight and he has no idea how to tell him that he's most definitely not. he's gay, so very gay and all the platonic cuddling and non-dates are slowly killing him on the inside.] ✓

eat fess love [the one where shitty elevators serve as the one thing standing between jeongguk and his three step plan to win taehyung over.] ✓

anger is a secondary emotion [taehyung is spending time with someone. jungkook is irritated. the two have nothing to do with each other.] ✓

like a moon (i revolve around you) [the point of being friends with benefits is to do it no strings attached - no getting attached.] ✘

look around [“jungkook?”. her voice comes out a little hoarse and broken as she stares across the table at the boy that she had, no less than two nights ago, walked in on in the middle of getting fucked. there’s no mistaking it. she’d recognize him anywhere. (mostly because she’d spent those last couple of days thinking about the muscled line of his shoulders and the pretty, pretty noises he’d made riding that dude’s cock, but — whatever.)] ✘

something to do with hands [“it’s a lot like falling in love with a city you’ve never been to.”] ✘

series

cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) [taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best.] ✓ chapters in total: 9/9

(before you) i thought i had it all [jeon jungkook has it all. the business, the money, the power. anyone he meets falls to their knees for him, but it's not like he gives a shit. that is, until a certain silver haired boy crashes into his life. maybe he doesn't have it all. . . yet.] ✓ chapters in total: 14/14

chemistry [jungkook just wants to get his tutoring sessions with the president's son over with. taehyung just wants to get his cute tutor under him.] 〥 chapters in total: 11/11

long road to ruin [jungkook accidentally texting taehyung instead of jimin regarding how badly he wants him.] ✘ chapters in total: 4/4

let's pretend for real [jeon jungkook and kim taehyung are best friends who are secretly in love with each other. they thought their feelings will forever be unrequited until jungkook ask taehyung to be his fake boyfriend for his brother’s wedding. confusion and chaos ensue as they try to navigate their ‘pretend’ relationship.] ✘ chapters in total: 7/?

just say "yes" (i'd rather have everything than nothing at all) [it all starts with a tweet: KTH is giving me serious creeper vibes.against his better judgement, taehyung clicks.] ✓ chapters in total: 3/3

fade into you [it’s been almost a decade since taehyung walked out of jungkook’s life for good. now, two of their best friends from college are getting married. will they be able to overcome their messy past and find a way to move forward? or will spending a week together in a place full of memories only serve to reopen old wounds? whether jungkook likes it or not, he’s about to find out.] ✓ chapters in total: 26/26

realms between us [jeongguk doesn’t know how spirit magic or ouija boards work. he assumes it takes something a lot more complicated than a drunk man asking for a sex demon to show up for it to actually happen. something like cutting your hand and letting your blood drip onto the petals of a rare flower. or saying something religious into a mirror while doing the macarena. that's how jeongguk knows that this is a prank. that's how he knows that the boy sitting on his bed claiming to be an incubus is lying.] ✓ chapters in total: 8/8

maybe we can be (each other's company) [in which jeongguk is an idol, and taehyung is a dedicated fan account.] ✘ chapters in total: 10/10

new (newer) rules [step #1: don't get involved with the guy your girlfriend cheats with. failed step 1.] ✓ chapters in total: 6/6

how to top [in which the school's resident badboy helps a seemingly unattractive loser win the heart of his best friend. it sounds like a good idea at first, however, it's all fun and fake dates until somebody accidentally falls in love.] 〥 chapters in total: 38/38

loving you is; blue and grey [to explain it in short, taehyung is pining for jungkook, but jungkook is crushing on jimin. i should note that it's ft. yoonmin !! and looots of angst. the summary already is angsty dfkjhfdkj] ✓ chapters in total: 13/13

outlines [simply put, taehyung needs a boyfriend for his brother’s wedding – jeongguk volunteers. (featuring lots of phone calls, a healthy amount of practice, and unnecessary throwbacks and references).] ✓ chapters in total: 5/5

fall asleep (fall for you) [a university AU where jungkook and taehyung become roommates. but jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and taehyung can't fall asleep alone.] 〥 chapters in total: 22/22

curveball [star baseball player kim taehyung meets rookie sports reporter jeon jeongguk, and it’s a whole new ball game for them both.] 〥 chapters in total: 11/11

oranges and art students [jungkook gets his first apartment away from busan, away from his parents, away from the stress of his earlier life. he soon finds out that his next door neighbor is pretty much out of his fucking mind.] ✘ chapters in total: 10/10

infinity on high [for his first year of university, jeongkook expects sex. if he was honest with himself, it's one of the things he looked forward to. what he doesn't expect, is to become fuck buddies with the first person he hooks up with.] ✘ chapters in total: 7/7

the geographical cure [jeon jeongguk likes to travel. for so long, his life has been made up of new countries, new places, new experiences (and new boys.) a vacation makes you feel suspended in time, detached from the world, weightless. and prague seems far enough away from seoul for him to disappear completely. that is, until he meets kim taehyung on the plane, and his entire world shifts on its axis.] ✘ chapters in total: 6/6

NAMKOOK

one shots

cut to the chase [when jimin drags jungkook to his morning running club to be his “wingman”, jungkook doesn’t expect to meet the most attractive man he’s ever seen. it’s just his bad luck that jimin is totally into the guy.] ✓

the tip of the iceberg [on a cruise for his friends’ wedding, jungkook is just trying to relax and recreate a few moments from titanic. But a room mixup causes him to have to share a room, and a bed, with his crush, and jungkook feels himself sinking fast. despite the panic, maybe it’s not all bad, especially if jungkook can experience a little more movie romance than he expected.] ✓

MINKOOK

one shots

snow place i'd rather be [a perfect storm kicks off a perfect day when yoongi and jeongguk get snowed in. jeongguk is thrilled to have the opportunity to spend the day cuddling with his boyfriend while they watch christmas movies. but when the power goes out and things get a little chilly, they need to find other ways to stay warm.] ✘

we are probably (in love) [five times jungkook tries to serenade yoongi with WAP and one time it (sort of) works.] ✓

i think i'm coming alive with you [they haven’t been dating long, and jungkook has never stayed over, never slept in yoongi’s bed. but after a night out, yoongi doesn’t think twice about inviting his new boyfriend to sleep over for the first time. when he wakes in the night with a problem, jungkook is more than willing to solve it, even if he might fall asleep while trying.] ✓

TAEGI

one shots

things that go bump in the night [despite his fear of scary things, taehyung was all in on weekly horror movie nights with his roommate yoongi. maybe the nightmares are worth it when he can crawl into his crush's bed every night.] ✘

series

no time like now [when his hook up-turned-blind date suggests they pretend to be in a relationship to get their friends off their backs, yoongi reluctantly agrees. yoongi is rigid. he values routine and planning, consistency and schedules. spontaneous taehyung breezes into his life, seemingly intent on upending it. and maybe yoongi doesn’t realize how much he might like that until it’s slipping through his fingers.] ✘ chapters in total: 7/7

prove it [it all started with a phrase. just one simple off-hand comment: I could make you come easily. a joke. a throw-away assurance when yoongi was feeling down. but he couldn't stop thinking about it and before he was even aware of what he was doing, yoongi was at his door: prove it.] ✓ chapters in total: 18/18

VMIN

one shots

fuck with a star [after a drunk night of sex with his best friend, jimin is faced with a few things amidst preparations for a concert. 1. jimin is straight 2. taehyung is not 3. jimin is determined to pretend that nothing ever happened, and 4. taehyung is determined to prove him otherwise] ✓

JIKOOK

one shots

love on top [jungkook and jimin are both exclusive tops but someone's got to give in.] ✘

#my reading list #bts fic #mxm #taekook #taekook smut #yoonmin #yoonmin fic #namkook #namkook fic #taegi #taegi fic #vmin #vmin smut #vmin fic #minkook #minkook fic #minkook smut

[jungkookiegukk]

𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 💋

-Taekook Oneshot (smut 🔞)

-Bottom Kook × Top Tae

-Wattpad: JungkookieGukk (full 6 chapters)

"Huh-" I turned my head just as I heard the even faintest shift coming from behind me. "I swear, this was the worst idea..." I told myself as I crouched down and took a breath, gulping and holding the next breath in my throat. Lifting myself up a bit, looking through the window, my vision was once again blocked by the curtains. Still, the form of the other sleeping was clear, blurred but enough for my mouth to water at the thought of him. I squinted my eyes and looked closely. The fire of emotions was slowly burning out and rational thinking was settling back into my mind. His chest was not moving at all... Was he alright? Should I check on him?

Just as I stared continuously, the flow of my imagination and heroic actions slipping away after only a few seconds. I turned around, my hand still leaning against the wall. So focused on going inside and already seeing how he will open up and greet me inside, a complete fantasy of course. Broken instantly as I bumped into a strong buff body. I whimpered and looked up.

His smirk wide and his hands already snatching my waist, soon finding one tangling in my hair, pulling my head to the side before he leaned to my ear and whispered. "Going somewhere, sweetheart?"

I could feel chills running through my whole body, my legs and arms shaking and now placed on his chest. Surely, he could feel the trembling of my limps, his smirk widening and turning into a rasped chuckle. 

"Taehyung-ah... I thought you were sleeping. What are you doing outside at this hour?" I gulped and struggle to hold back from stuttering as his hand started squeezing my waist, his lips brushing lower to my neck. As his warm heavy breath was brushing against my cold skin, the humid night and our heated bodies were pulling me even more into seduction. 

"Oh, dear. The question is why you are outside at this hour? Don't you think it's rude to stalk on people at night? Hmm?" He hummed before placing tiny kisses on my neck, applying more and more pressure after each one of them. Soon enough I could feel his teeth grazing against my skin, ready to sink in. 

"I was just passing by-"

"So, a little brat and also a liar." He growled lowly before digging his teeth through my skin, covering my mouth instantly as a sharp cry was about to escape my lips. My pleads were now muffled by his strong palm, his fingers gripping on my jawline and sealing my mouth shut even more. I could feel my feet and knees trembling even more as he started sucking and pulling my skin continuously, the blood gathering and breaking through the wet sensitive skin. The warm, thick liquid sliding down my neck was now leaving bright red traces. His hand traveled down between my shaking hands, grasping them both. 

"M-mgh... Y-yah not there-" I squirmed into his hold, pressing my thighs together as his knee started rising and pushing me backwards. It was squishing my crotch, rubbing against my already leaking cock, forcing me against the wall. His teeth were sinking deeper, catching every vein on my neck, the small steams of blood painting the whole side of my neck. The pain and loss were making me dizzy enough to give him full access to my body. 

"Down, like a good boy. Yes, just like that." He whispered as he began pushing me down, forcing me to kneel between him and the wet wall. As I looked up, he tilted his head and lifted my arms above my head, stretching them upwards as his knee was pressing even more between my thighs. Struggling into his hold, whimpering helplessly as he started rubbing against my dick, squeezing it harder. The pressure was sending waves of pain through my body, his free hand not hesitating to cover my mouth once again. "Hmm so stretched and wide open for my eyes to see..." He chuckled seductively as he was spreading my legs even more with his knee. His fingers dragged my bottom lip down and, noticing my protests, he slammed his knee right into my balls, pulling it away and let me fall down completely. My knees widened from the impact, a sharp cry escaping my lips soon muffled by his fingers. He pushed them further down my throat and spread them, holding my mouth open and my throat stretched, no sound coming out other than broken chokes and quiet whimpers. With the force of his fingers, he tilted my head backwards, forcing my eyes to meet his.

"You got a runny mouth, little one. How about... I stuff it with my cum, huh? Let it stick to the wet walls of your tiny clenching throat until you cough it all up? How does that sound, hm?"

As he was talking, his fingers began thrusting deeper into my throat, bumping against my walls and making me gag and cough up drool. Making a whole mess around my mouth and soaking my chin and neck with the loads of drool, the sight feeding the other's lustful eyes. I gasped and arched my back, lowering my shoulders and shrinking my body weakly, the lack of air placing me on the edge of passing out. My legs were trembling faster than ever also because of the wetness and hardness around my throbbing dick.

"What's wrong now? Belly tightened? Why are you whimpering, baby bunny? Want me to feed you, feed you cum and stroke your filthy dick?"

I began squirming and letting out whiny moans, my legs squirming on their own at the elder's words. My cheeks flushed pink as my body flinched and cries broke out from around the other's fingers, my belly now convulsing violently and my eyes tearing up at both pain and neediness.

"H-hurts... Please..." I struggled to talk as the other pulled his fingers out of my mouth, gripping my hair and pulled me up, dragging me and ignoring my cries of pain. The backyard was huge and lit by the dim lanterns near the swing. And that is where to forcefully threw me, my body bouncing and the swing moving backwards at the impact. He began unzipping his pants quickly, his cock sliding out, hard and slick. He stepped closer to me and pulled me in a sitting position, grabbing my jaw and bringing it closer to his dick.

"Please, what? Say it, Jungkookie baby." He whispered as his free hand grasped his own dick, stroking it and squeezing the precum gathered inside his slit, coating his fingers with it and wiping it on my cheeks.

Right as I opened my mouth to answer, he started slapping his tip and length against my lips, sliding the very tip past my lips, pressing it on my tongue. I choked and teared up even more, crying out as his hand started squishing and sinking into my jawline, forcing me to take his dick even deeper, now resting on my whole tongue. I could feel his juices dripping around my mouth and down my throat, bringing me to gag again and stutter. 

"W-want... want your dick..." I coughed as he started rocking his hips back and forth, his slit brushing against my walls a few times, breaking any sound and breath I was taking. My body was shaking uncontrollably, yet I tried and spoke again. "Mm.. deep down my throat. Please fill me with your cum, daddy..." 

"So beautiful, aren't you? Begging and crying for my cock. Open your mouth widely, let daddy fuck your little throat."

I stuck my tongue out and opened my mouth wider, tilting my head up a bit guided by his hand. "Eyes up, you wanna make daddy proud, do you?" He rasped right before he thrusted his hips against me, his underbelly making contact with my cheeks and chin each time he pounded. 

He thrusted even harder after each word. "Take it. Damn, slut. Curious little kid."

my eyes flooded by stinging tears and my dick leaking out continuously, twitching against my sweatpants, the wet patch on them no longer hiding my desire.

As he continued pounding into my throat, his hand pushed my head even closer to himself, making my lips wrap around the very base of his length. His whole dick was buried and stretching my throat, one of his hands moving down and rubbing the bulge forming on it, wiping the drool dripping from my mouth and once again wiping it on my cheeks and eyes.

He held my head in place and stood still before roughly thrusting a few more times, his dick pumping against my abused insides. Dry and only stuffed with his precum and cum, my walls began clenching from the lack of air, my body instinctively squirming and my lips slipping winces and cries. His hands gripped mine and he pushed me down, laying me on the swing, mounting my mouth and rubbing his tip against my tongue once again.

"Stay still now. Daddy wants to use you as his cumslut." He pinned my hands above my head and buried his cock inside my mouth again, throwing his head back before flinching and releasing his load. His cum dripped inside my throat and mouth, overflowing past my wet swollen lips, sliding down the edges of my mouth. My eyes dropped from the dizziness and sudden salty taste of his juices, struggling to swallow it. He quickly pulled away and gripped my neck, forcing the cum out of my throat and preventing me from swallowing. The broken breath I tried to take was now stuck into my filled slick entrance, my eyes both confused and glassy.

"Shush, quiet... Hmm so full..." He said as he squeezed my neck even more, making the cum come up near my mouth, an unintentionally cough bringing it all out. The liquid spilled all over my trembling lips and mouth. I kept staring at him, my body shuddering and my hands barely moving against his grip anymore. I whimpered as he let go of my neck and tossed me back into the swing. He grabbed my ankles and dragged me closer to the edge, my ass sticking out a little bit. After lifting my legs up, he gripped and pulled the waistband of my pants, roughly taking them off and throwing them in the corner of the bench. 

The chill air immediately brought me to scream and cry, only to notice that they came out as helpless squeaks and mewls. My throat burned and my eyes could no longer distinguish the environment. The backyard was spinning and blurring, nothing seeming clear other than the other's eyes as they met mine. 

He spread my legs wide open and grasped my dick, holding me down by my neck as his hand quickly stroked my length. The intense and sudden movement brought me to the peak in just a few seconds, cumming and shaking under him, sputtering all my leaks on his hand. Just as I closed my eyes for a second, trying to regain my senses after the burning sensations of my violent orgasm, I once again shot them open.

"Don't you think this is over, kid. I got more to do with you from now on. Sneaking on my property, now you are my slut." He brought his hand to my cheek and slapped it hardly before caressing it and pulling me up in his arms. Letting me rest on his chest, legs still spread and trembling but not a problem for his strong arms, he whispered. "Don't worry. Daddy will take care of you, doll."

The merciless wind and coldness of the night now stricking again, yet I could no longer feel it. The warmth of the other's arms wrapped tightly around me were shielding me better than any piece of clothing. I closed my eyes but was aware enough to notice that he began carrying me towards the back door, soon hearing a thud and a click. He locked the door and that was the only thing making it through the engulfing darkness before it could take me towards unconsciousness.

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[vantaegguk]

Grammys;

Synopsis: jungkook is needy during show and secretly asks Tae out away from camera

Plot: tae: bottom; jungkook;top

Time: 11:30 pm

Venue: grammy's award ceremony

》 jungkook was sitting peacefully on his chair watching the show...until an xxx performance popped up..afterall it's award show..

》 "Oh no..why do they show all this openly..dint they know how much every man has to struggle..it's getting hard for me now"

》" He felt his pants getting buldged and him growing under peice of his cloth"

》 he used his feet to touch taehyung's legs gesturing him that he's in problem..

》"help me hyung..this perform has caused serious issues..."

》 "wait what.!!! Jungkook this is not tye right place..it's grammy we have cameras all around"

》 "hyung..I'll go to washroom.and soon after you follow my way and help me out"

》 "jungkook...even the bathroom is meant for every VIP...we will get caught there..."

》 jungkook didn't have much patience left..he was in serious urgent issues..he just pleaded to taehyung..and went towards the restroom

》 "Whats wrong with him..he got needy just by watching this performance..I wonder what happens to him when I'm not around.."

》 "anyways..now I've to help my poor baby out..I can't see him in pain"

●without any better reason..he stood uo and told jimin that he's going to restroom..meanwhile..jimin already knew everything between them so he wasn't shocked..

[In the restroom]

● Tae was wandering around trying to find jungkook when he heard some voice from the slot no. 36

》 "ahhh hyung where are yo- ahh"

》 "JUNGKOOK!! *RUNS TOWARDS HIM*..."

●he went towards the slot and smashed open it..jungkook was suffering so terribly that he even forgot to lock the door..

》"jungkook.."

》"hy-u-ng" *sweating*

●without any delay..taehyung smashed his lips to jungkook's..meanwhile jungkook was eating up taehyung pulled him closer and closer..by his hair..

》"ju-jungkook i-sto-stop..koo- lis-"

●jungkook was like a wild beast at this point of time..he was exploring every inch of tae's strawberry flavoured mouth and not letting him breath...

》 "jungkoo- please sto- *gasp*

●Tae didn't realise when jungkook suddenly thrusted all his long length inside Tae...without any pre warnings..

》*widens eyes* ju-jungkook ahh wha-

》"OWH FUCK HYUNG AHHH *GROANS LOUD* YOU'RE TO FUCKING SEXY

●without asking for permission..jungkook started thrusting Tae in animalistic speed..Tae was already in pain with jungkook's long length inside him..moreover now he had started thrusting him and that too fast as fuck

》" jungkook stop *panting for air* stop stop please- ahhhh my god you're soo...ahhh fuck

》"*whispers* hyung..I fucking swear I'll die fucking you in this fucking bathroom but my hormones won't dare to stop me from fucking you're sexy body.. *thrusts hard deep*"

●moans and groans filled the entire bathroom and everyone was wondering who was occupying the slot no.39..for so long

》 "jungkook..*gulps* baby listen..baby please calm down..we can continue this at home..but please let's go outside..everyone is waiting for us.."

●After listening to taehyung's words jungkook paused for a second and thought wisely..he made a deal with Tae that he would fuck him in triple speed after reach back to their dorm...once the show gets over..

》" Yes jungkook..fuck me as much as you want but first let us reach back...to our dorm.. now please calm yourself..."

● with that saying..they both cleaned up and jungkook kissed tae's lips for one last time before unlocking the bathroom door just to find jimin standing there with squinted eyes..and a done face..

》" Are you both done rating uo each other?? They we may leave for our dorm.."

》"our dorm..." Tae said gulping and sweating

●and meanwhile..jungkook was smirking touching tae's thighs...

》"let's go hyung.."

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[bts-hyperfixation]

Kinktober Day 15

TaeKook - Premature Ejaculation

Premature ejaculation, dry humping, oral, fingering, Noona

"I've waited so long for this Noona." Jungkook moans into your ear as he bites at your earlobe.

"Can't wait to get you naked Noona." Taehyung adds, arms encircling your waist from behind.

"Going to fuck you so good." The maknae adds, making a big show of the night ahead of you.

The two men walk you back to the bed, Teahyung leans back and pulls you into his lap as Jungkook crawls over the two of you, unwilling to take his lips away from your skin for a second. Your head lulls over the older man's shoulder as Jungkook's tongue traces down your neck, small kisses and sharp bites left in his wake. You can feel the pair through their jeans, each one obviously straining to be freed from the fabric confines, but neither willing to let go of you long enough to relieve themselves.

"So pretty," Jungkook mumbles as he travels down your body.

"Can you take us both together Y/N?" Taehyung asks.

"I can take anything you're willing to give me." You confirm 

Taehyung's fingers play with the buttons of your shirt, obviously pleased each time one of the unseen obstacles pops open.  Jungkooks teeth drag down the zipper on your fly, as his fingers hook through the belt loops to pull them down over your hips. He kisses down your thigh as he removes your bottoms, kissing his way back up the other side. He stops at your pussy, taking a deep breath before diving in. He licks a long stripe along the middle as Tae finally frees you from your bra.  

You grind back into Taehyung as Jungkook flicks your clit with his tongue. Taehyung grinds back hard, playing with your nipples to the same rhythm of each thrust. You whine as he pinches hard, only to soothe the aching buds with soft strokes by his thumbs. 

Jungkook groans as he tastes you. One hand meets his mouth in the middle as he pushes two fingers inside of you. The other hand disappears inside his pants, pulling gently to receive some of the built-up pressure. 

Both men try to focus on you, but they can't stop themselves from finding friction of their own. 

Jungkook pulls your legs up over his shoulders to give himself better access while also moving closer to the edge of the bed so he can rub up against the corner. He moves against the bed in time to the flicks of his tongue and thrust of his fingers, The poor man reaches his climax before he even realises that he was working towards it.  His tongue falters, and his fingers go stiff just as you're about to cum for him. As you look down at him, he looks like a deer caught in headlights.

In the meantime, Taehyung seems to have forgotten where he is. He chases his own high rocking against your leg while biting into your shoulder. His hands playing with your breasts more idly now, massaging more than teasing as he joins his bandmate in cumming far sooner than you would've liked.

"I thought I was promised the night of my life here..." you pout.

"I've got more than one in the chamber Noona, it's not my fault your just too hot." Taehyung pants in your ear. 

Jungkook nods in agreement before going back to eating you out. The younger man goes back in like his life depends on it. He sucks hard on your clit as two fingers flick inside of you in a come hither motion that reaches all the right places. Taehyung's hands roam your upper body, playing with you as he nibbles and kisses your shoulders and neck leaving tiny bruises behind. 

It takes no time at all for your orgasm to rebuild. You cum hard into Jungkook's mouth but he doesn't stop, lapping until he is fully satisfied. Eventually, he stands back to admire the oversensitive grimace on your face.

"Sure you can handle more than one round?" He grins cockily.

"I will take as many rounds as you've got." You make grabby hands for him to come back to the two of you on the bed.

The Maknae makes quick work of his soiled jeans and rushes to pull you from Taehyung so he can be underneath for a while.

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[honeycombwaffle]

Egg Sandwiches- 🔞

Bunny Hybrid Jungkook

Human Taehyung

Hurt/comfort

Falling in Love

Eventual smut

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[bbseungiee]

obedience class wc: 4710 taekook, explicit, heed tags b!pupkoo x t!tae, hybrid au

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[byuljoonie]

Hi lovelies, I planned on posting today at 3:30 cst but I’m a bit behind on schedule. I don’t want to rush and give you a sh!t story so it’ll be posted a bit late. Idk what time maybe around 4-7:30pm cst. Have a wonderful day I hope you like it. -dubu

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[borathae]

Being stuffed.

Hoseok can’t get enough of it. He wanted it, craved it, needed it.

“Does it hurt? Are you shaking so much”, Taehyung is talking sweetly and judging by the ruffling of sheets, Jungkook is shaking his head, “what’s the matter then?”

“It’s so good”, Jungkook gets out and curses under his shaky breath.

“Yes it really is. Fuck, Kookie my darling boy”, Taehyung rasps and begins moving his hips.

Hoseok can hear it in wet sounds just as much as he can hear it in Jungkook’s moans. He sounds so sweet. So incredibly sweet and blissed out.

Hoseok presses the button on his machine and joins him in the sensations. He buries his face in the mattress, hoping that it is enough to muffle his own moans.

The rhythm Taehyung has going on is slow, but Hoseok knows that it is only a matter of time where desperation takes control of his hips and he begins drilling Jungkook hard and fast. Hoseok can’t fucking wait for the moment. The slow fuck feels good, but it doesn’t scratch the itch like a rough fuck would. It leaves him desperate and pushing back onto the toy in an attempt to fill what was missing with depth. The toy goes deep like this. In and out. In and out. Hoseok feels every fucking thrust as how it shapes his rim. That’s it. This is how the slow fuck is bearable. This is how it feels enough...

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[crooked-haven]

Cake | Taekook Smut 18+

➭ Pairing: 'Top' Kim Taehyung x 'Bottom' Jeon Jungkook

➭ Rating/Genre: Smut 18+, Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

➭ Warnings/Tags: Taekook Husbands, French kissing, Groping, anal, male receiving, teasing, boy on boy, male anatomy, rough, degrading, slapping, unprotected sex, cross dressing, hair pulling, choking, (wear protection irl plz) Jungkook is a brat and whining mess (again).

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my story so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Serendipity_haven (Taexxgukkie & Crooked-haven)

Word Count: 1k

•Author’s POV•

A tall slim figure walked down the carpeted staircase, and quickly rushed to the kitchen. He threw the white laced apron on over his matching white crop top, and pink skirt. This was his favorite outfit, well more like his husband’s favorite outfit. He immediately began grabbing the ingredients he needed from the cabinet, combing through his fluffy black locks, all while mixing up his cake batter. After a few moments, the front door clicked open and in walked his lovely husband, Taehyung. Jungkook too immersed in his cooking didn’t even notice his handsome husband.

Taehyung then walked into their shared living room, sat down on the couch and sighed in despair. He had a tough day at work, he was incredibly stressed and overworked, he even had to fire a few employees today and that always upsets him. He untied his tie, and threw it on the coffee table. He began to get lost in deep thought when the sound of a metal crash caused him to jump up. He ran into the kitchen just in time to see his pretty husband bent over, his plump ass right on display. “Aish~” Jungkook whined in annoyance. He had dropped the batter bowl onto the floor, causing it to go everywhere and make a huge mess.

Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat and he knew exactly how to relieve his stress. Jungkook gasped when he felt arms snake around his waist, he would have been terrified if it wasn’t for the very familiar Gucci fragrance that filled the room. “Tae, I was making you a cake and I ruined it” Jungkook said sadly while melting into Taehyung’s warm touch. Taehyung didn’t answer, just kissed his nape gently. “I really wanted to make you a cake” Jungkook said in a pouty voice. Once again Taehyung didn’t answer and just laced the youngers neck with kisses. “Mmh~ Tae?” Jungkook tilted his head to the side and Taehyung bit his neck and sucked harshly, oh how he missed his warm skin.

Jungkook let out a low moan and turned around to face his husband. “It’s okay Kook, I have a different cake in mind” Jungkook didn’t understand until Taehyung roughly turned him around and bent him over the kitchen counter, lifting his pretty pink skirt up. He roughly squeezed Jungkook’s right ass cheek which caused a little moan from the younger. “Tae!” He said in slight embarrassment, although this isn’t what he had in mind, he wasn’t complaining one bit. Taehyung let out a sigh, this time in contempt. “I have done nothing but worked my ass off, I deserve this cake Kook” Taehyung huffed out followed by a slap against his buns ass. “A-Ahh~ Tae do it again please~”

“Okay, If you say so” Taehyung then proceeded to slap his buns already pink and red ass two more times before hooking his slender fingers on his blue laced panties, yanking them down, exposing Jungkook’s puckering hole. He licked his lips and smirked at the pretty sight, running his fingers against it. Jungkook let out an impatiently soft moan. “I see you have already prepared yourself for me like a good little slut hmm?” He then slid three of his fingers inside the pretty hole with no issue. “Ahh~ I-I just couldn’t help it” Taehyung grabbed the youngers black locks with his left hand, and held the edge of the counter with his right, he then lined up his dick with the soft pink hole, and pressed his chest to the back of his needy baby.

Jungkook squirmed in his embrace, moving his hips to cause friction against his pretty ass. Taehyung leaned forward, biting his buns ear and whispering in his raspy voice. “Beg me again you dirty little cunt.” Jungkook moaned loud. “P-Please fuck me please~” Without any hesitation or warnings, Taehyung snapped his hips forward and bottomed out completely. After a couple of seconds Taehyung stood straight, still keeping his grip on his buns pretty hair and began thrusting in a slow and steady pace, he shut his eyes, rocking his hips and enjoying the feeling of his long dick inside his favorite cake, but the peacefulness soon came to an end when Jungkook started whining, loudly and without his permission.

Taehyung opened his eyes, yanked Jungkook up to partly stand, repositioned his right hand to wrap around snugly against his buns warm throat and spoke harshly. “Did I tell you, you could moan!?” Jungkook gasped but answered nonetheless. “N-No I’m s-sorr-“ he was cut off by Taehyung fastening his thrusts, the jolt pushed him forward against the cold counter and he held himself up by his arms. His face contorted with pleasure and his toes began to curl, he knew for sure he was going to cum if Taehyung continued to use him like he was. Tears threatened to fall down his flushed face, and he tried his best to warn his husband. “I-I c-um-“ Taehyung grunted shoving him forward some more and nearly growled out.

Taehyung gripped the youngers throat tighter and started pounding into him. “Cum right now! Cum on my dick you filthy bitch!” Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and he came while choking on his tears, dirtying the counter and his front skirt even more. Taehyung groaned out, he too was close, and to that he continued thrusting himself deep inside his love. Jungkook’s arms and legs gave out causing him to fall forward against the cold countertop and even though his mind was numb from the overstimulation he had a fat smile because he knew what he was about to get. Taehyung bit his lip harshly, and after a few more thrusts he emptied his icing inside his cake. “Ahh~” They moaned at the same time. Taehyung smirked and licked his dry lips and after a few moments of silence he cleared his throat and spoke as he pulled out. “Time to eat my cake”

End ♡︎

A/N:

So first I want to start off by saying, this was supposed to be one of my more detailed smuts, and when I finished this the first time I got a little too excited and accidentally deleted half of the story, so I had to rewrite it from memory and mine is horrible, I will say it's still pretty good, but I am super disappointed in myself, nonetheless I hope you all enjoyed anyways and requests are open.<3

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[bangtaninborderland]

PAIRING: ot7 x reader Il WORD COUNT: 8.8k I| GENRE: smut-rated 18+

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WARNINGS: Dom!yoongi Dom!jimin, mention of pet play, fingering, marking (with a pen), oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), impact play, talk of non sexual dominance, mentions of punishment, orgasm denial, choking (slight), use of term “daddy”/ “sir”

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long I felt really deflated after the last upload as if it wasn’t good enough so I wanted to take my time with this I still don’t feel 100% about it but I didn’t want to keep everyone waiting and with the sad news about jin I wanted to give everyone something to be excited about. No matter what please stay happy and healthy, I will be doing a Christmas special of a few one shots based in this universe, a vminkook scene taking place in this chapter being one of them.

Day Thirty Five

There was a comfortable familiarity with the way you woke up, random pillows thrown around, blankets ranged between bodies.

Taehyung had curled around Namjoons legs, his frame although bigger seemed much smaller in this state, naturally protective over the younger. Jungkook was laying across Yoongi, his hand draped on the elders face as if he had hit him in the night, Hoseok was farther away. Opting to sleep on the couch instead of on the makeshift bed you had all thrown together last night after a spur of the moment decision to watch a horror movie, one you may have slightly regretted after seeing how many times Jin and Hobi cowered at the way the music would twist into something eerie.

You hadn’t missed the absence of Jimin amongst those asleep, it was rare for him to be awake at this hour especially when the sun was barely gracing the morning sky, you could always have laid back down but you knew it would be futile to try to sleep again.

You manoeuvre around the sleeping figures, the light snores notifying you that you hadn’t disturbed them awake in your attempt to seek out

You could see the kitchen was empty and whispering for his attention would be pointless, there was no way he would be able to hear you so you turn on your heels, heading for the stairs.

Your heart skips a little as you see Jimins door open, a dim light on inside. You scrap the idea to disturb him the second you notice him leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on the outside, the window in his room that usually stayed shut in fear of bugs had been opened. He had forgone a shirt and donned only pair of grey sweatpants that clung to his dainty waist.

You wanted to ask what he was doing awake so early but for a few more seconds you decide to let yourself enjoy the view similar to how he was.

You could feel the light breeze whisk around your legs, sending a shiver down your spine. Your shuffled footsteps alert Jimin to your presence.

“Are you having fun watching me?” He smirks, pulling to window closed an action of which you was silently thankful for.

You walk towards him tiptoeing across the room, his arms wrap around your waist as yours do his neck. You mumble a small “yes”, his body much warmer than yours.

Swallowing, you press your forehead against his, wanting to be close to him. He welcomes the sudden contact sensing you needed comfort. “What’s wrong with you today hmm?” He asks, his tone soft.

You squeeze your arms around him tighter, forbidding him to move. “Missed you.” You barely breathe the words before his lips are resting against yours, the usual dominance that dances across his mouth is gone, an endearing vulnerability splayed for you to see. You feel your lungs clawing for some oxygen but you ignore it, allowing the kiss to consume you.

The whine that falls from your lips when he pulls away isn’t cute, It’s desperate. “Needy for me baby?” Jimin asks, a hand lazily running up and down your side, encouraging the goose bumps beginning to form across your skin. You revel in the way he skims your hip with his finger, hastily dipping it beneath the thin waistband of your shorts.”

“Don’t tease me minnie.” You halfheartedly beg, a daring tone to your voice. Deciding to play the damsel in distress. “Whatever will I do.”

“You’ll do whatever I say little mouse.” Jimin instructs. You nod, unable to do anything else against his intimidating form.

Your eyes glaze over as he leans down to place his lips against yours, the softness he held earlier was gone, replaced with something much more feisty. His free hand tightens around your throat, not enough to restrict your oxygen but enough to remind you of his power.

As he steps away, your eyes flutter open weakly, a quiet whimper making its way to the surface as you reach out to pull him back, his hands wrapping around your wrists forcing you to stop. “Shorts off, on your knees.” His command is direct, you knew you had a choice wether it was vocalised or not but in this moment you wanted him. You wanted to drink in the pleasure he would give you, because, despite your orgasms the night before you was still desperate, the throb between your legs an undeniable sign of just that.

Even though things had been resolved you still wanted to earn your own, so you follow his command but not before making a comment that you knew would push him.. “You’re so mean… Hoseok would have had me cumming by now but then again…you always did like teasing me.”

You see the way his back stiffens at your comment and for a moment you regret it, that is until he turns around. A deceiving smile plastered across his face, you take note of the pen in his hand. Was this his prompt?

His hand caresses your head, his fingers lightly tugging at your hair. The hight difference between you noticeable now you’re on your knees. “Care to repeat that?”

You knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t help it. “I said that Hosoek would have made me cum already.” His grip tights unexpectedly you stutter the next works, your confident facade cracking at his touch. “T-that you l-like to tease me.”

He lets out a amused laugh, the sound blissful but dark enough to make you want to grind against the floor in want.

He maps the side of your face with a finger; his actions slower than you’d like, He directs his digit along your cheekbone, his thumb replacing it as he pushes down against the parting of your lips, naturally you accept the way his thumb slips between them. Your lips tightening around, not entirely sucking it but swirling your tongue around it enough to earn an almost nonexistent moan from him.

“Maybe you’re too cock hungry to think straight so I’ll let that comment go for now, lay down on my bed, keep your hands at your side and face the ceiling. If you so much as move an inch I’ll punish you until you can’t walk straight for a month.” He lilts, his fingers dropping from your mouth.

Head swimming with filthy thoughts you carry out your given tasks, falling back onto the bed, the messy blankets acting as a safety mat.

Every shift of his movements keep you alert, your ears trying to hear all the things you cannot see. His command of you staring up at the ceiling unable to move proving more difficult as his body dips into the bed beside you, the desire to see him almost overtaking any rationality of punishment that you could earn from doing so.

His sweatpants had been discarded, his grey boxers acting as the only barrier between your body and his, the pen he had been earlier had been uncapped, the black marker swirling between his fingers as he leans over you. “You’re so beautiful, how about we write some pretty words over you huh? Leave you something a little more permanent to help you remember the way I make you feel.”

The ability to formulate sentences becomes unattainable in that moment, you’d agree to whatever he said as long as it meant he would touch you. “Write whatever.” You can’t help but focus on the way his knee presses between your legs, providing you with just enough friction to keep you on the edge, not enough to make you cum but enough to make you desperately want to rut against him yearning for something more.

The pen feels faint against your skin, the back of his hand brushing over your nipple as he decorates your form, the only attention he gives you comes in the form of a sharp look when you attempted to shift a little hoping to relieve some of the pressure building within you.

You bite down on your lip hoping to muffle the groan stuck in your throat as he leans in towards your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck as the marker swirls around your collarbone his breath hot as he whispers a single warning “Stop moving before I tie you up in a way that leaves you completely spread and helpless.”

No matter how much you try to see what he draws across your skin you can’t, completely unaware of whatever had been etched into you as he pulled back, capping the marker before throwing it in some unknown direction, you didn’t care much. Not now his attention was returned to you in full.

“Now was that so hard little mouse?” He taunts his voice holding a level of sympathy that could only be seen as fake.

“Yes minie.” You whine, your hands automatically reaching out to pull him closer.

He doesn’t complain, instead letting his lips drag across your nipple before licking it. You feel your body shiver beneath him, something he chuckles at. “So needy for me baby but so good and patient, let’s take care of you now. Spread your legs for me.”

You don’t think twice, you drop your legs open.

“Tell me what you want.” He sighs, running a finger over your hip.

Your words are breathless, light. “You, I want you.”

His voice is soothing, the trail he draws with his fingers following suit. “What part of me do you want?”

“Fingers.” The words sounded blunt but you couldn’t help it, the drive to be touched taking priority in your mind.

Hearing your wanton need, something inside Jimin snaps. He nods once before he teases his fingers at your entrance, heat consuming you as he keeps his eyes on your face to watch your expression shift and change when starts to move his fingers in and out of your pussy, his thumb drawing around your clit.

His breath is heavy as you let out soft moans, your hands gripping around his bicep involuntarily, something that helps ground you even if you are lost in indescribable pleasure.

You pull him closer to you, his tongue lazily parting your lips as he sucks at them, his teeth grazing them dangerously. “Jimin.” You moan against him, grinding yourself down on his fingers.

His praises echo through you, a smile tugging at your lips knowing you’re pleasing him so much. “Such a good girl for me letting me use you like this.”

“Mo-more please more Ji-.” You barely get the words out before he lets out a rough growl, flipping you over with rough hands, your face becoming buried in that of his white sheets.

“You are welcome to cum if you want to but I will not stop until I finish, understand?” He smacks your ass hard enough to make you jump, the light burning only encouraging your already overwhelming arousal.

“I understand.” You confirm. Your hand reaching back, he seems to understand and laces his fingers in with your own.

Your vulnerability in this position doesn’t go amiss, although it’s one you had been in multiple times it made you feel different, exposed.

Almost as if he senses your feelings he leans down, pressing his mouth against your ear whispering “Colour?”

“Green?” You respond but it sounds more like a question, something he too notices.

“Look at me.” His voice is soft but still holds a sense of power, you turn your body enough to be able to see him, his eyes searching across your face for something.

“What’s wrong?” You ask coyly although you knew exactly why he had paused.

“I need you to be very sure that you want to continue this right now, if you have any worries or doubts we will stop. I never want you to do something you are not comfortable with.” He explains running a carful finger over your cheek, making you blush.

You’re thankful for the breather and the chance to think but the way your body still craves his touch and waiting seems impossible, you turn back around, resuming your position. “I want this.” You giggle, wiggling you ass in the air.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” He presses a kiss to your ass cheek before pulling your hips closer to him, you can feel his pants had been removed as his cock bumps against your thigh. “Are you ready baby girl?”

“Ready.” You wiggle your ass at him a second time, “hurry.”

You feel yourself gasping for breath as the lube Jimin had surprised you with ran over your cunt, the coldness to it making you both wince and whine. “Cold.” You murmur.

“Want me to make it better?” He aligns himself with your enter act, the tip of his cock rubbing against your lips.

“Mm’ please.” You reach back, his fingers once again interlocking with yours as he presses himself inside of you.

He wastes no time pacing his thrusts, each one of them tougher than the last. The only sounds being made from your bodies moving together . Jimins hands shake even as he wrapped them up in the strands of your hair forcing your head back as he pounds your pussy.

Only soft groans and grunts passing by Jimins lips as he savors how good your cunt feels around his cock, his noises sounding strangled as his pace picks up. Your legs grow weaker as he fucks into you, your own orgasm building.

“God - right - fuck.” Your head arches back in synch with his hand as you move your hips, matching his thrusts. He slows for a second before fucking you forward deep and hard with each stroke. Each time, making you gasp for air as your hand fists the sheets.

“S’good, such a good doll for me” Jimin manages, releasing his hold on your hair, choosing to land a few spanks against the skin of your ass. The pain being pleasant.

“Your doll.” You moan out, trying to hold on, hoping to pleasure Jimin first, but that coil in your gut is already threatening to snap making it hard to do so.

Overwhelmed is starting not to be a strong enough word to describe how the man makes you feel as he grows confident in the way he fucks. His thrusts becoming erratic, harder, faster. You feel his nails digging into your hips, marks beginning to form but you pay them no mind, focusing on throwing your ass back on him.

“Gon’ cum minie.” You babble, your head flopping itself back as your orgasms tears through you like an electric shock, you don’t even have time to come down before his cock resumes its abusive thrusts against your sensitive spot. You lay there unable to move feeling tears draining your face, jimin becoming uncoordinated as he chases his own pleasure, unaware of the blissful way you feel fucked out, your protests going unheard as he continues to slam into you.

“Want me to cum in you?” He asks his Hips stuttering.

“Whatever you want.” You moan breathlessly, your eyes rolling back, overstimulation setting your senses on fire.

You feel the moment he cums, the warmest flooding inside of you, his body going slump against your back, both of you collapsing together, as the room becomes quiet apart from the heaving breaths you both let out.

“So fucking perfect for me.” He breaths against your back, kisses being placed across your most likely sweaty skin.

“Love you minie.” You whisper, your fingers still entwined.

“I love you too. Although you may want to take a look in the mirror.” He rolls off of you, allowing you the freedom to move.

You groan. “What did you write on me?”

“Words.” He quirks a brow, letting out a tired chuckle.

“My legs aren’t working enough for me to check, tell me?” You ask turning into his body.

His pulls the sheets over you, his fingers twirling around your nipples, not in a provocative way but in a way that’s soothing. “I wrote my name on your hip, doll across your left boob, and pretty little slut across your stomach. Isn’t that lovely of me?” He kisses your forehead.

“Very lovely.” You agree, your voice smaller as you feel your eyelids growing heavy.

“And what do we say when someone does something nice?”

“nkyou minie.” You barely hear the words, allowing sleep to take over just for a few moment you promise yourself.

—

“Baby?” A whisper wakes you up, a light shaking both disturbing and soothing.

“mmm?” You slur, pretty sure you had began drooling but too tired to care.

“We need to get you cleaned up it’s midday already, you haven’t ate have you?” You let your eyes flutter open, despite the deep routed desire you have to keep them firmly shut, the dream you was basking in just a border away.

“No food.” You sigh, shaking your head against Jimins now clothed chest.

“I ran you a bath, want me to carry you?” His voice is delicate, calm.

“You did break my legs so that’s the least you could do.” You giggle wrapping your arms around his neck as he secures his underneath your frame. The blanket you had wrapped around you keeping you covered.

“Didn’t hear you complaining, I’m pretty sure everyone heard you rather enjoying yourself.” You bury your head into the crook of his neck, desperate to conceal the flush of crimson covering your cheeks.

“Oh god did they really?”

“Yoongi Hyung did. He asked if you wanted him to come wake you up but I thought I’d be selfish and steal a few more minuets with you.” He kisses the back of your head as he places you on the heated floors of your bathroom, the bath already filled with bubbles, the scent of the vanilla candles, Jimins choice no doubt, set a relaxing state.

“You’re very much a gentlemen arent you Mr Park?” You tease.

“Aren’t I always?” He winks, his eyes disappear as he smiles. “I’ll be downstairs, want me to ask Jin Hyung to make you something?” He asks, his hand hovering over the door handle.

“No don’t bother him, tell Yoongi he can come up if he wants too.” You wave him off, dropping the blanket.

“If you wanted a round two you should have asked.” He chides back, his plump lips twisting into something that could be considered as sinister grin to someone who didn’t know the man.

“Shut up!” You shout, shooing him away.

The water provides you with some much needed muscle relaxant, you don’t miss the scent of the bath salts that Taehyung had shown you a few days ago, he must have added them. He probably knew of your escapade with Jimin this morning. You made a mental note to ask him for a massage, his hands always knew what to do in more ways then one and after all the embarrassing comments that were sure to be made from your house mates you deemed that you had earned it.

You had barely finished washing yourself as a soft knock at the door alerted you that you wasn’t alone.

“Come in!” You shout, much louder than necessary.

You turn your head, watching the man saunter in, a black long sleeve rolled up around his arms. He still looked delectable even if he only donned house wear.

The doctor makes no effort to hide his happiness at having alone time with you, as much as he loved the other members in the house he was always thankful to garner some one on one time with you.

“Hey sweetheart, rough morning?” He quirks an eyebrow suggestively as he perches on the edge of the bathtub.

You groan playfully, splashing him with water. “Don’t start.”

“I wasn’t planning to but keep up that attitude and we can change that.” He sounds unbothered, his fingers scaling the side of your leg within the water.

You hum, unable to come up with a sufficient reply.

“Are you okay? I know this week has been a little more stressful than any of us anticipated.” He muses, his voice baritone.

You mull the question over for a second, your hands creating small waves in the tub. “I guess so, it was a lot but I feel better not. I want things to go back to normal.”

“Do you ever wish you didn’t come here?” He asks, his eyes fixated on you, his hand half heartedly massaging your knee.

“No” you respond instantly. “I don’t ever wish that but sometimes I wish it was just us, no cameras, no competition, no worries or work. As unrealistic as that sounds sometimes i think that would be so easy.” You digress the random thought you was withholding. In all honest you couldn’t say you hadn’t thought about it, hadn’t thought about the numerous outcomes of your situation. You had wondered if you’d be okay with someone else being in your position and from the way your stomach twisted with unease you knew you wasn’t.

Although it would be easier if you didn’t have to chose who to vote off every week but then again maybe that was your own desires being somewhat self absorbent.

“I’m glad you don’t. I think the same sometimes, I wish we could all go on being an unending gay happy family.” He claps in the air making you laugh. “But unfortunately we have lives outside of here. I do hope we can all maintain this, what we have built between us.”

“You mean the sex or the emotions.” You ask basking in the momentum of the moment.

He rolls his eyes playfully slapping a hand over his heart. “How could you ever think so lowly of me.”

You laugh with him for a minute before the room falls to silence, the water no longer warm but you don’t want to disturb this moment. It’s rare you get such privacy with the guys. “Do you remover our talk in the first week? You said you was lonely, that you couldn’t decide if you still felt that way even though you had us all here.”

He nods, the cogs of his brain turning. “I think back then it was very new, a new place filled with 7 other individuals who vary from one another in the best way and somehow we all make it work. That loneliness I felt because of my career; was something I may have indulged myself in and being here changed that for me. It allowed me to have a different perspective on the way I viewed life as a whole. I don’t feel lonely anymore.”

You appreciate the way he answers things with so much emotion and consideration, every word still as meaningful as the day you had first spoke about this topic. “I used to feel out of place sometimes, in the beginning I worried so much about hurting one of you, about loosing one of you because of my decisions and I worried for a while it would stop me being able to really enjoy my time here but I don’t feel like that any more. As much as I wish it was just us 8 and maybe Sejin outside, I don’t even notice the cameras anymore, voting people out isn’t easy but I don’t feel that fear anymore. I know we will be okay.” You tack on the last comment, unsure wether it was said to reassure him or you.

“You’re beautiful.” He responds simply, his hand coming to brush away a stray strand of hair that had worked its way onto your forehead. “Your mind is too.”

“Why Thankyou Doctor Min.” You admire the way his eye holds a rare sparkle to them.

Both you and yoongi keep the conversation going for another 10 minuets, the conversation more serious than usual but still playful enough that you managed to laugh.

“Do you want something for lunch? I don’t mind cooking.” He stands, holding a towel to you as you step out of the Luke warm water.

You nod your head, the hunger pangs in your stomach no longer deniable. He seems please with it, earning yourself a shy smile from him accompanied with a soft kiss to your hand as he leaves the room, allowing you privacy. You dress quickly. It’s not like anyone watched the show for your fashion sense.

The living room floor is mostly clear of the blankets that coated it just a few hours ago, Tae and Jungkook sat fussing in front of the tv, discussing something about Jungkooks latest stream. You considered heading over there before noticing Joon slumped in his chair, the signs of tiredness written across his face.

“How’s it going?” You ask leaning into his ear, his shoulder tense under your palms for a moment before going slack. “You look stressed.”

“I guess you could label it as that.” The academic puffs out his cheeks letting a deep breath out hidden by a forced chuckle. “It’s difficult but I think I’m finally making some progress.”

“You’re very smart daddy.” You coo playfully, his upper body once again stiffens but this time you can sense the surprise. “Fuck I want to kiss you.” He breathes leaning his head back against your chest. “Then kiss me.” You resolve.

He twists his body around, ignorant of the others, planting a delicate but meaningful kiss against you. You grin, leaning down to nudge him slightly to the side with your nose, giving you a better angle to leave a trail of light kisses from the corner of his mouth to the base of his neck. “Behave love, I won’t ever get this finished if you distract me.”

“But daddy.” A pregnant pause. “I think the others were enjoying the show”

You try not to giggle as Namjoon peeks from his closed eyes, Hoseok and Jin had paused there conversation that was taking place across the table to watch whatever moment you were both sharing, Yoongi sharing his attention between the eggs in the pan and the sight of you both.

“Oh.” He huffs running a shy hand over his face. “Sorry.” He murmurs meekly placing a final kiss to your ear before he turns his attention back to his laptop.

“Take it to the bedroom..don’t taint my table! People eat here, think of the children.” Jin scolds.

“What children?” Jungkook intervenes cheerily, taking a place at the counter to watch Yoongi cook similar to how you had.

Jin doesn’t respond, instead directing a look of exasperation towards you.

“Y/N was going to fuck joonie at the table.” Hoseok laughs, the academic slumping further in his seat as if he wished to disappear.

“Hoseok don’t.” You punish him by throwing a piece of bread towards him.

Unfortunately you miss but it doesn’t stop Taehyung laughing at the scene, “Hyung you call us the children.” He whines at Jin who shakes his head in response, clearly fed up. “You are all a bunch of brats.” The older man resigns, throwing his hands in the air before letting them hit the table dramatically.

You can’t help but grin as the afternoon shenanigans unfold, the youngest gentleman trying to catch the elders attention by prodding him with a wooden spatula. You lean back on the counter as yoongi plates the eggs for you, his face remaining straight despite Jungkooks continuous harassment.

“Poke me one more time and I’ll use that spatula in ways it shouldn’t be used.” Yoongi announces proudly. You choke on air, the egg in your mouth threatens to make a reappearance as you try to stifle your laughs. The other members had given up their conversation in favour of joining in with the excitement.

Jin stands up, his chair nearly falling back in the process as he rushes to the kitchen where yoongi remains threatening Jungkook with a wooden item. “What is it with you heathens and disrespecting the things we use to nourish ourselves. Min Yoongi you put that spatula down right now before I do something sinful to your laptop.” He scolds the younger.

“Oh Hyung save me.” Jungkook shouts halfheartedly trying to jump into Jins arms.

“Now look at what you’ve started.” Yoongi rolls his eyes dropping the spatula into the sink as it clatters against the dirty pan. “I hope you’re happy holding him all day.”

“Jungkook get down.”

The younger pouts. “Tell Hyung to stop threatening me.”

“It wasn’t that threatening.” Jimin chuckles, his tongue sticking out at jungkook.

“Don’t get involved.” Taehyung laughs, nudging Jimins shoulder. The younger slipping into Jimins lap as they take a seat at the table.

Jin warns. “Jungkook either get down or I’ll drop you.”.

“Drop me and I’ll never have sex with you again.” You can’t miss the way the eldest goes bright red at the unexpected threat, one that you definitely knew to be empty.

“I can’t finish these does anyone want the rest?” You ask holding the plate of eggs in the air, as much as you loved the way Yoongi cooked he had a tendency to make enough to feed a small village.

“Me.” Jungkook shouts, throwing himself from the therapists arms as he rushes against taehyung to get to the plate.

You help wash up the dishes created through the breakfast you had missed due to the late morning with Jimin. Everyone had dispersed to do their own things so you found yourself abandoning the kitchen in favour of taking a seat on the couch, a coffee in hand as you settled with a book Namjoon had recommended you. You don’t get to read too far into it as a figure distracts you, his presence demanding all of your attentions

“Hey pup.” You smile down at the brown eyes boy, discarding your book the the side. You make note of the collar adorning his neck. “Does minie know you have that on?” You question, cocking your head to the side.

Taehyung hides his faces further into the blanket you had draped across your frame. “Pup I asked you something.” You keep your tone firm, Indulging him in his clear desire to play. He shakes his head, confirming the answer you had thought to yourself.

“Hmm I think we should go and tell him then shouldn’t we?” You hide the smile that tugs at your lips when he whines in disagreement.

It hadn’t been explicitly said that Taehyung couldn’t have the collar when he wanted but from the first time you had played with Taehyung in this head space he had asked Jimins permission and although you was sure he wouldn’t be too bothered it was always a little fun to tease the younger.

“I’m going to get him, you wait on your knees like a good pet okay? You ruffle his hair lightly, you don’t wait for him to carry out the instructions you provided but the shuffling alerts you he has completed them.

Jimins door was open but you still knocked against it, not wanting to accidentally bother something important. “Something wrong?” He extends a hand to you, his eyebrows raised in questioning

“Not really.” You walk into his room a little further lacing your fingers in his. “Tae came to me just now wearing his collar, he’s in pup space at the moment. I asked him if he had your permission.” His brows knit together, shaking his head.

“I did not. I told him last week he needed my permission.” He throws his phone on the pillow before standing up, whirling you around. “Looks like I have a pup to punish.” He grins sadistically and you almost feel bad for the unsuspecting Taehyung.

You feel the excitement tainting the air within the room, your eyes watching Jimin as he sees the younger man on his knees. The collar now on the floor in front of him. You slide down onto the couch, choosing to observe for the moment although not alone as Jungkook joins beside you.

“Taehyung, you directly disobeyed the rule I gave you last week by wearing your collar without my permission. How did you even get it I keep it in my room?” Jimin interrogates the boy, pulling lightly on his hair when he receives no response after a few seconds.

You’re surprised as Jungkooks body deflated, his voice barely above a whisper. “I took it.”

Taehyung looked up through the curtains his hair created, jimins gaze flicking between the two. “Then shouldn’t you be on your knees too?” There’s no room for argument in the Doms voice, not that anyone would be dumb enough to disobey him in this setting. The sight of seeing the youngest gentlemen on their knees in front of you completely exhilarating.

“m sorry.” Taehyung whines.

“Look at me.” Jimins voice is commanding, enticing, both men look up, one more sheepish than the other. “You’ve both misbehaved, bad boys get punished don’t they?” The question doesn’t need an answer, they all know that.

“I want both of you kneeling at the end of my bed, I’ll be there in 5 minuets. Don’t you dare think about moving or talking to one another.” Jimin turns before either make can argue, both of them scurrying up the stairs. Taehyung swiping the collar and taking it with him.

“Are you going to come?” He turns to you, a hand lifting your chin. You shake your head, “I’ll be here after if any of them want a cuddle.”

He chuckled lowly before kissing you, soon enough it was once again just you in the room. You knew most of the content like this would be cut, you sitting there reading wouldn’t make for much television but you didn’t mind. One thing you had learnt to do here was enjoy the moments of solitude, the moments where you had no expectations and could just breathe.

The sound of footsteps behind you pulled you from becoming too enveloped in your own mind.

You relaxed as his hands come to your shoulders, although it wasn’t the same as Taehyung professional technique it was still relaxing. “Hey dove did I scare you?”

“No.” You breathe, pulling him to sit by your side as you laid your head on his shoulder. “Today was fun.”

“It was indeed.” Hoseok breathed against you, his fingers brushing past the skin of your forearm. “There’s something I would like to discuss with you.”

You nibble your bottom lip. “What’s that?”

“I have been thinking about this for a while, I’d like you to tell me if something I say during this conversation makes you feel uncomfortable.” He gives you a nod as you playfully whisper the words “Yes Sir.”

“You know how important trust is between a dominant and a submissive, don’t you?” He questions.

You nod your head, of course you did, anyone with any understanding of the concept would know that.

“Great.” His fingers had began drawing a pattern over your arm, small delicate circles as if he was hoping to comfort you. “There is a level of dominance that can occur both inside and outside of the bedroom, it isn’t limited to sexual acts or intercourse. After the situation between myself and Jimin I think it could be good for us to once again establish that trust even if it only continues until I should need to complete my next prompt.”

You swallow,, “So what are you suggesting?”

“I’m saying that I think it would be a good time for us to explore dominance outside of the bedroom.” He smiles placidly.

You pause for a moment, not wanting to blurt out something wrong. “So you would be in control outside of the bedroom?”

Hoseok hums. “Only with the boundaries you are comfortable with, just because I’m a dominant it doesn’t mean you don’t have a say. Your comfort is the most important thing.”

“What would it entail? Wouldn’t it conflict with the other members. I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m playing favourites. I wouldn’t even know where to start in the bedroom it’s easy it comes naturally.” You hear your voice becoming more stressed but it doesn’t stop your ongoing panicked rant.

He turns his body to cup your face keeping you centred on him “Everything is going to be fine, no one will think you’re playing favourites I already spoke with them about it just in case any of them had any qualms.” his tone holds a comforting promise that you chose to relax in. You let yourself be held by him for a moment appreciating the security he provides.

You pull away, shaking your head. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I just-” 

“I know,” the dominant cuts you off preventing you from letting anymore pointless apologies leave your mouth. “Like I said, your comfort is important are you okay to continue the conversation?”

“Yes sir.” You force a laugh hoping to lighten the air “You promise it’s okay?” 

“Such a good girl.” He smiles at the blush on your face, your thighs pressing together because of the praise. “I promise,” he replied without a second thought.

“How would it work, I don’t think I’d like to give up complete control, would you be okay with that?” You rush. “I know it’s not the level of professionalism in a submissive you’re used to but this is still something new to me.” You huff a faint pout to your lips.

“I’d like to believe that I’m somewhat of a decent dominant, and an important component of that is putting my submissive first.” His thumb started drawing circles on the back of your hand. “And it just happens that you are not only my sub, but also my friend so when I tell you I’m okay with whatever boundaries you set I mean it. Don’t question that.”

“Sorry Hobi.” You reside, he was right, he was Hoseok, you didn’t have to worry.

The elder man grinned gingerly, his head coming to rest against yours. “Non sexual dominance isn’t just one thing, it could be me helping take the pressure off you through difficult days, you could even decide when it happens or we could decide a day of the week.” He pulls away to observing your reaction, you give him an encouraging nod before he resumes to his place and continues.” It could be so much as me deciding when and what you eat, what you wear, giving you tasks throughout the day.”

“I wouldn’t have to decide or worry about anything?” His offer definitely sounded enticing, sex is a great way to deal with stress but having another outlet wouldn’t hurt.

He sits forward eagerly. “I would decide whatever I feel comfortable with.”

You appreciated hobi for thinking about it. He was always so thoughtful and that made you love him in his own sense. “Then I’d like to try it.”

Hoseoks hand tightens on yours briefly at your agreement and relaxes again before sipping to rest on your thigh. “Is there anything in particular that you have difficulty with?”

You’re hyperaware of the weight of his limb upon yours, the urge to nudge his hand further up your thigh becoming difficult to ward off but nevertheless you focus your attention, he asked you a question and you knew better than to ignore the dominant. “The day before eliminations I’m always most stressed, I have a lot of trouble trying to focus or enjoy myself, I think on those days having you decide things for me like what I wear or what I eat could be helpful, it could be calming to have you take control on those days.” You smile proudly, your honesty outstanding you.

“That’s good dove you did so good.” He mulls it over. “I think we could possibly create a schedule for you on that day, nothing too restrictive just being mindful should someone else need to fulfill their prompt. Maybe a set time for you to sleep and eat. I’ll be the one to wake you up and chose what you wear, if you’d like snacks through the day you could ask permission, along with me providing you with tasks to complete through the day. I see you’ve been reading.” He gestures to the book on your side. “It could be so much as me deciding a time for you to read, to help you remember to relax your mind.” He observes your reaction, one that was intently focused on him, before giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “How does that sound?”

“It sounds good.” In all honest your mind was a little blank, you’d never let someone take control of your life in that sense. As much as it was appealing you couldn’t ignore the feeling of unease tinkering in your stomach. “Hobi?”

“Dove.” He responded, calm, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to listen to you.

“It’s nerve wracking to give so much control up.” You admit.

He doesn’t seem surprised. “How about we just try it this weekend, if anything doesn’t feel good you can tell me and we will stop immediately. Remember even in times where we are engaging in power play you still have the right to revoke your consent at any moment.”

Although you nodded it took you a moment to find your voice. “Thank you.”

“For?” He encourages.

“For being you, for taking care of me.” You slump against him.

“I’ll always try my best to take care of you, I may make mistakes but I care about you, all of you.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

You wanted to respond but the sound of whines and giggles catch your attention, Taehyung and Jungkook come tumbling into the room, both of them breathing heavily and wearing significantly less than they had been previously. The collar Tae had been adorning around his neck no longer there, a sign Jimin had taken it.

“Y/N catch me!” Jungkook shouts, throwing himself over the couch, his body making an audible thud against the cushions. “Taehyung is scary when he is mad.”

“And why is pup mad?” You interject with a giggle of your own.

“I can’t tell you.” His lips curl up, his bunny smile and doe eyes tugging gently at your heart. “It’s a secret.”

“He’s an asshole.” Taehyung huffs falling beside Hoseok who turns to look at you in bemusement, the prior seriousness of his form gone, his shoulders slack.

It never fails to impress you the way he fluctuates between his dominant persona to that of his regular self. The soft side of him enabling the maknaes as he teases them. “Don’t be mad taehyungie, I’m sure if Jimin wasn’t sufficient I could be.”

“You wish.” Jimin throws him a smirk as he enters the room. “You okay?” He gestures to you. You nod giving him a smile before he turns on his heels, heading towards the kitchen. “He is so annoying.” Hoseok laughs sheepishly.

It would be a lie to say you wasn’t happier to see them on better terms with one another, their previous hostility almost non existent.

“Anyone wanna play a game?” Taehyung bubbles up, perching himself on his knees.

“Sure.” You agree, nothing better to do. “What do you want to play?”

“I’ll go ask the others and then we can pick a game, I miss everyone being together.” The youngest shakes his head further into your lap.

“We are together every day kookie.” You soothe, running a hand over his eyebrow. “Still.” He grumbles. You playfully roll your eyes at his excessive pout. “Go and ask them, I’m sure they would agree.” You encourage.

“I’ll be right back.” He announces victoriously.

—

The day had ended much faster than it had began, the consecutive board games and risky follow up of twister keeping the day seemingly short. The only one who opted out of playing was Jin who had explained he needed to work, it wasn’t something Jungkook was happy about but he perked up after winning monopoly, claiming himself the champion after bankrupting Jimin who, admittedly, threw a very entertaining tantrum claiming Jungkook had cheated.

The moment you climbed into your bed you felt yourself go lax, although you wasn’t ready to sleep so you found yourself sneaking back down to the kitchen. Hoping to find something to satiate your need for a midnight, or in your case 2am, snack.

The noise you was was inhumane at the sight of Yoongi hunched over the table, his attention drawing from his laptop to you as you try to calm your racing heart.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He hushes, coming to embrace you. “Is okay.” You mumble against him, the smell of his shampoo always providing you with solace.

“You couldn’t sleep?” You gesture towards his laptop. He shakes his head letting out a breath against your head. “I’m guessing you couldn’t either?”

“Nope.” You emphasise the p.

“I could definitely help make you tired.” He teases. A hand brushing over your boob. The cold air of the night keeping your nipples hard.

“Yoongi.” You moan, twisting to alight your face with his, pressing a kiss against him, soft moans being engulfed by his mouth as he thumbs your nipple under your shirt.

“Counter.” He instructs and you rush over, letting him lift you upon it.

“Jin won’t be happy.” You giggle throwing your shirt over your head.

“Fuck it.” He sighs kissing your neck sloppily, desperately. “I’ll let him fuck me and he will forget about it.

You choke on your breath at his obscene revelation. “Can I watch?” You giggle, letting your hand fall to palm the semi hard member converted by his sweatpants.

“Only if you cum on my cock.” He takes your nipple into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it making you shudder.

You fist his hair, pulling a little rougher than usual. “Fuck me then.” You plead.

He pulls away searching to find your mouth. “Desperate tonight are you kitten?”

“Yoons please.” You beg, his cock hard beneath your hand.

“Tell me what you want baby.” He squeezes your thighs pressing them apart as he runs circles on your clit. “Be a good girl and use your words for me.”

Instinctively, you grind against his hand “Wan’ your cock.”

“Bend over.” He steps back helping you jump down from the slightly cold counter. You turn around, leaning over, spreading your legs for him. “Hurry.” You moan. Hands reaching back to search for him.

“Are you demanding?” He pauses, his movements falling silent.

“No?” You whine, impatient, uncaring to answer properly, your mind focused on chasing your current high. “Please”

“Don’t move.” His voice is authoritative, dark.

You don’t question him knowing doing so would delay whatever idea he had come up with making your wait longer.

He returns but a moment later, a light object brushing against your bare ass. “Because you’re such a demanding little thing tonight I’m going to spank each cheek 5 times with a spatula” he brushes it against your thigh, edging it towards your pussy, pulling it away before you can feel the stimulation of it. If you move I’ll make you wait until tomorrow to be fucked, understand?”

The idea of him spanking you turns you on even more, your arousal visable through the wet patch on the thongs you had chosen to wear underneath a tshirt. “I understand I’ll be good.”

“I know you will baby.” He chuckles, the first blow landing directly on your right cheek, you grip the counter, thankful for the stability it provides you. Yoongi is relentless in the way he paddles your ass with the spatula, you can feel the tenderness of the skin as he lands the final blow, throwing the spatula to the side before turning you to face him, his hands grasping your elbows to support you. “You okay princess? You did so well.”

You feel lightheaded with arousal. “M’ good. So good.” You pull him closer, his cock brushing against you as he kisses you, tugging at your lip. “please don’t make me wait any more.” You pout, feigning sadness.

“Panties off. Bend over for me.”

You discard the drenched fabric, rushing to arch your back as you stretch over the counter, making sure to give Yoongi enough room to fit between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful like this, legs spread for me.” He graze your ear with his teeth, wasting no time before bringing the head of his cock to caress your folds. “So wet for me too.”

Your response was cut as he slid inside of your cunt, the moan you let out definitely too loud for this hour but you didn’t care. You needed him and you needed him now.

“Want to milk my cock huh?” He teased. “Such a good kitten.”

One thing about Yoongi was that he could use his mouth in more ways than one but they all turned you on just as much.

You gasped as his hand connected with the flesh of your ass, head dropping into your hands, unable to do anything more than endure the painstakingly slow thrusts he was maintaining.

“please more - i ne-“

Smack.

“You need what?”

Smack.

“I need you.” You whisper, your voice rough as tears threatened behind your eyes.

"So good, baby." he grunted, pulling you by the hips, embedding you on his throbbing cock.

The noises were obscene, his balls slapping against you as he fucked into you, chasing his own pleasure all whilst whispering praises that brought you to find your own.

“gon cum” you screamed lazily, your body limp over the counter with your legs unable to hold you up anymore.

“You want to cum?” He purred, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs.

You shuddered underneath his touch. Enjoying the pain of his nails dragging across your ass. “Please.”

“Not yet.” His voice was firm a contrast to the usual soft exterior.

Min Yoongi was an enigma.

“I’m going to - fuck- mine - all mine.” He hisses, hand shifting to grope your boob, his thrusts coming at you full force making your vision swirl.

“yoon-ah-fuck.” You sputter unable to string a sentence together, too high on sex.

“Don’t even think about cumming.” He warns, his voice strangled his cock throbbing inside of you, you clench yourself around his cock milking him dry as you feel the warm liquid paint your walls.

You feel your orgasm slipping away as he pulls out of you, his cum already threatening to drip down your thighs.

“Open.” He instructs tapping your thigh.

“Fuck” was the only word you could make out as his tongue lapped up the mess between your legs.

He was always amazing with his mouth.

“I want you to cum on my face.” His voice is muffled his face pressed between your ass as he licks a strip over your ass this time with more force. Every nerve was on fire, the heat from his mouth going straight to your clit.

You pushed yourself back against him, you hands reaching back to hold his head in place to which he didn’t protest.

He held his tongue out, letting you rut against him, soft moans filling the air accompanied by the sound of your wetness on his face.

It didn’t take you long to rebuild your earlier stolen orgasm, the overstimulation pushing you dangerously close to the edge.

“can I-?” You cry out around choked sobs.

“Cum.” He growls, gripping your thighs to suck your clit.

Ecstasy filled your mind, a light blissful was making you forget everything. The feeling of your orgasm draining the last of your energy leaving yoongi to support your frame.

“How are you feeling?” You enjoy the comfort of your back being pressed against his chest, his fingers caressing your body.

Nothing else mattered in that moment.

You hummed lazily, too fucked out to handle any type of conversation.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, you did so good for me im so proud. Such a patient girl.” He sings beautiful praises all of which making you feel warm.

A warmth that is knocked out of you when you both turn - and jump - at the shock of the figure leaning against the door.

“Hyung what the fuck did you want to give me a heart attack!” Yoongi curses, clutching onto his chest as if the organ was about to escape him.

You couldn’t help your embarrassment at being caught in the act, you also couldn’t help the way it made you feel.

“Do you know how loud you were? I’m pretty sure I could hear Jungkook getting off from the sound of you.” Jin declares, a fake frown forming his lips.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy the show.” You giggle, still enjoying your post orgasm high. Yoongis arm wrapped around your centre keeping you straight.

Yoongi shakes his head, an attempt to rid himself of the smirk he had began to wear.

The older turns ready to head back in the direction from which he came before he grunted pulling you both to attention. “Oh and you two.” Jin points between you and Yoongi who was currently trying to stifle a laugh. “Are disgusting.” “Having sex in my kitchen, no manners.”

You both seem to hold your breath until the sound of his footsteps fall out of earshot before you glance at eachother, stomach shaking laughter filling the space as you both lean on one another for support.

Jin definitely wasn’t going to let you forget it.

After a quick shower you collapsed into bed, Yoongi beside you. The week had gone much faster then you had thought it would. Tomorrow was the mark of a new week and therefore meant you were about to eliminate another member of the house.

“What’s wrong baby?” His voice was gravely.

You shrugged. “Voting day tomorrow, I don’t know what to do.”

“You could always vote me out?” He laughed, as if it was nothing.

You envied that kind of mentality, that the vote didn’t matter because the outcome in the end would be nothing short of great, each of them wiling to sacrifice their own chance at winning to keep you stress free.

“Let’s deal with this tomorrow?” You ask, exhausted.

With a kiss to your head and an arm wrapped around your waist you drifted off, your mind filtering images including all 8 of you, smiles on your faces, hands entwined.

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young blood (2)

part 1 part 2 part 3

word count: 6k

genre: established/growing relationship

pairings: vampy koo x vampy reader x vampy tae x taekook

summary:

Teaching your Newborn vampire lover how to control his thirst.

warnings: jungkook is like their sweet baby (he's spoiled ok >.<). major taekook warning pls do not read if that bothers you. adult content, swearing/harsh language, sexuality, sexual content (noona kink, tears, bondage/blindfold, stripping, handjob, blowjob, cock slapping, cum shots, fingering, cum eating, biting (fangs), feeding (blood invloved), ass eating, spanking??, unprotected sex/anal, multiple orgasms, denied orgasms, overstimulation) i hope i got everything, im tired SORRY

a.n: does anyone still remember me? T—T how has everyone been??? IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG. i have been going through so many things, it’s one thing after another. i feel a bit better now but it’s been crazy lately, i feel very exhausted </3 ik i said i was done with this but clearly not… i hope you all can enjoy this in the meantime. i didnt mean to starve you all along jungkook >.< i missed everyone and i miss being active. i’ll try and be back soon. i think this will be the last time i touch these characters so it’s bittersweet. i’ll probably do drabbles if requested here and there but im done with this LOL thank you to the sweet people who check up on me. im very thankful, see you soon 🥺

ALSO much thank you to my sweet friend who helped beta read, i love you smmm honey <333

**re-edited and republished on 09/03/23

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Jungkook's thirst worsened over time. 

Typically, a newborn’s thirst decreases as they age within their new lifestyle. It’s an agonizing pain that affects the throat. At first, it feels like a slight ache, almost as if stuck with a stubborn cold, then it transforms into a flame. It’s like shards of glass are being forced down the throat, unable to inhale anything besides its toxic fumes. A burning flame that could only be controlled by the consumption of blood. 

When blood enters the mouth of a newborn, it’s undeniably addicting and nearly impossible to ever stop wanting more. When blood enters the mouth, that excruciating pain they once had felt, turns into a less painful burn, the blood soothing their throat as if it were ice until it becomes bearable, until they feel absolutely spent. To vampires, blood acts as a drug. A drug, they’ll become dependent on for the rest of their sorry, immortal lives. When one is a newborn this all seems like the most difficult mission of your life. The pain is different for everyone. Some deal with this pain longer than others, for some it improves within the estimated years, but as for those that never come out of that cycle, well… they don't survive long enough to tell the tale.

It hurts seeing your own kind unable to come out of that horror. You had been there too, you all had. The thirst seems never ending until it isn’t. You learn to adapt and minimize it. Some escape, but those that don’t get punished. Punished for something nearly impossible to control. It’s sad. That’s when you made it your mission, along Taehyung, to help newborns come out of that cycle. 

There was supposed to be no favoritism, that’s what you and Taehyung had promised each other, years ago when the agreement had first started. But somewhere in between then and now, Jungkook had become your most prized possession.  

But Jungkook’s thirst only worsened over time.

The more he fed, the more he wanted. Jungkook couldn’t go a week without feeding. Not only did it start to scare you, but everyone started to notice that his feeding habits weren't normal. 

When you and Taehyung first found Jungkook, he was weak. Thin. But always kind-eyed. 

Jungkook was just too easy. 

“Turn me.” He pleaded, soft eyed. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Whatever you ask of me. Turn me. Please…” 

“You’re so stupid for a human, Kookie. Think of what you’re asking of me.” Shit, had you had the choice back then, you would’ve done so much more with your life. Maybe you would’ve gone to college like all the rest of your human friends, however life took a different course. Jungkook was given the choice, you never had. “You could have it all, Jungkookie.” 

Jungkook shook his head. Stupid, stupid human. His heart racing, nevertheless determined for the chnage. His smell was addictive enough, iching to sink your fangs and pierce into the vein that pounced from his neck, pulsing with sweet blood. 

“No.” The human stood firm. “I-I want more. Puh-please. I’m sure of this.” 

“So so stupid.” Taehyung echoed, stepping back, eyes a crimson red. He practically tasted Jungkook’s blood in his mouth from the overwhelming smell of fresh blood pumping within him. He, too, wanted a taste but he was also giving Jungkook the choice. 

“Please.” Jungkook begged, one last time. And how could you say no to those soft, doe-eyes? The pretty human was practically begging for it, his scent teasing your tastebuds. 

You looked back once more at Taehyung, and he nodded, giving you the final call and a form of approval. 

So you gave in. 

—

“Jungkook hasn’t improved, Taehyung. His thirst… it’s gotten worse.”

Taehyung looked up from his phone to catch a glance of your anxious pacing from across the room, then looked back down. “You spoil him too much. That’s why.”

You scoffed, stopping in your tracks. “And you don’t? Don’t act like a fucking saint. All the man has to do is say please and you fold, too.”

Taehyung sighed, shrugging your comment off. “You just have to try harder.” 

“I’m fucking trying, Taehyung. Obviously. He’s not improving as fast as the other newborns. I’m scared of what will happen to him if—”

Taehyung waved his hand. “Stop thinking like that. He’ll be fine. We just have to try a different approach.” 

You blinked, resting your hands above your waist. “What are you suggesting?” 

“Break him. Test his limits. We spoil him too much. Once he sees how much he can actually handle, feeding will become easier.” 

You didn’t say much then, but a realization had settled within you that night. Taehyung was right, it was going to take more than words to get through Jungkook, you had to break him. 

—

Two days later, you decided to test his suggestion, alone. 

“Have you ever been tied up, Jungkook-ah?” You asked the pretty boy patiently sitting at the very edge of your bed. His dark hair had grown out a lot longer than he usually maintained it, yet his face was still bright, as if expecting a treat for being himself. Always so spoiled. 

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, curious about the intent behind your question. “Nuh-uh.”

You towered over him, the younger manspread a spot for you to stand in with an oddly chilling look in his sharp eyes sprinkled with hints of dark red. He couldn’t be hungry, could he? Who were you kidding, he was always hungry. You pushed his hair back gently, his eyes fluttering at the sensation. “Do you trust Noona, Jungkook-ah?”

The boy softly nods his head, his rough hands coming up to caress behind your thighs. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

Tucking a piece of hair behind his ear, you whispered, “I want to try something, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that baby? Mm? You’ll be a good boy, no?”

Jungkook didn’t hesitate in submitting. If there was anyone he listened to, it was you and Taehyung. He knew how to behave and he understood very well the consequences to disobeying. However, you didn’t exactly think he knew what that quite meant, at least not yet and to what extent.

“Yes, Noona. I’ll be good.” Jungkook answered, while you ran your fingers through his hair. He was always down for a good time, or so that’s what he imagined was coming his way. “I’ll be so good for you.”

With a smile on your face, you slowly pushed him backwards, signaling him to push himself further up onto the bed. “Take your clothes off baby. I’ll watch you from here.” 

You stepped off, eyes never leaving him, giving him enough space. 

“Everything?” His lips formed into a small pout, he surely didn’t like doing things on his own. He liked the way you touched him, scratch that, loved. Your skin always so soft against his. 

“Everything.” You confirmed, crossing your arms.

Jungkook took his time. He pulled his shirt off over his head making sure to maintain eye contact. Teasingly, his hand caressed his abs as they went down his body, the smirk on his face did not go unnoticed. He always knew how to put on a show. Next came his pants, he slowly tugged them down revealing his confined hard-on then tossed them to the side. He hesitated when it came down to taking his boxers off. 

“Can’t you do this part?” He pouted, attempting to change the current situation.

God knows you wanted to, but instead you shook your head. “Be good, baby.”

Though his shoulders dropped in disappointment, he accepted his fate. His hands finally landed on the waistband pulling his briefs off, revealing himself little by little until his hardened member sprang out, smacking against his abdomen. Already dripping of precum. A taste sure was tempting. 

Time froze a little bit as you took in the sight in front of you, carefully placing himself at your mercy and for your pleasure. His eyes blinked, curious of what came next. Truthfully, you wanted to crawl onto the bed and give him the best blowjob of his life, but you knew that would teach him nothing. That and Taehyung would be disappointed in both of you. You knew better or at least should.

Well, here goes nothing.

“We will start now. I want you to tell me if it gets too much, okay? Are you okay with the color system? Green means good, yellow means slow down, and red means to completely stop what it is we are doing. Is that okay with you?” You carefully explained. 

Jungkook nodded once more. 

“No, use your words.”

“I understand Noona, I trust you.” 

And trust he did. He didn’t hesitate to lean into the blindfold you placed against his eyes, tightening the silky cloth around his head. 

“Is this okay?” 

The young man looked around for a moment, but saw nothing. He felt much better feeling the presence of your thumb swiping his cheek, an indication he wasn’t alone.

“This is okay.” He murmured, placing his hand on top of yours. “I can’t see a thing.” 

“Okay good. I’ll need your hands now.” 

Immediately, Jungkook set his hands out, giving in completely. He was being honest about never being tied-up before, he could never trust anyone enough to allow that sort of power and control over him. He was a competitive person after all and he, himself, liked having control of everything happening around him, but you knew you were just an exception. 

Grabbing his hands, one by one, you tied both to the headboard, giving him enough room to be able to tug on the rope without hurting himself when it all became too intense, but not enough to actually escape. With one last tug, you made sure he couldn’t get away too easily. Jungkook was stronger than most newborns after all. You couldn’t bear to imagine what would happen to him if he spiraled out of control. 

“S’ this okay?” You asked him softly, stepping off to look at your handy work. 

He nodded, his head tilting as if trying to get a better feel about his surroundings with all his senses hightened. But it all went dark, now every touch and sound was magnified by ten. It was interesting how a person adapted to the world around them regardless of the circumstances. 

“Words, Jungkook-ah.” Once more warning him of the importance of using his words in bed. 

“I’m okay.” He breathed out. His hands tugged lightly on the rope, testing the strength of the knots himself. It turned him on to know you could do anything you’d like to him and he would have to take anything you gave him. He was completely dazed by the rough material around his wrists secretly liking how it felt against his tender skin. He ached to be inside you. To feel inside you. The suspense was nearly driving him insane. 

Jungkook patiently waited as you made your next move. He felt his dick start to make a mess all over his stomach. He used to feel so embarrassed about the fact that he was easily turned on, but with a woman like you, he couldn’t blame himself. He always wanted you. 

He also didn’t know how to explain his attraction to Taehyung. Jungkook had never thought about a man in that way before and maybe it was because he never had the experience of what it was like to be completely ruined by one. Now, he was more than sure, he liked men. But he didn’t want just any man, Taehyung was his strongest desire. 

Jungkook attempted to suppress the moan stuck in his throat when he felt you tighten your fist around his length, pumping him slowly. Your breath tickled against his ear as you leaned up to kiss the mole on his neck.

“Noona will make you feel so good, Jungkookie. But only after you learn to control yourself. Don’t you want to be good, baby?” With every whisper, he felt himself already crumbling. Your hand pumped him faster using his precum as lube. Jungkook didn’t hold back the moan this time. 

“Ngh— y-yes, I want to be so good. I-I’ll be good. More Noona, more.” You could see him fighting the restraints. His chest started rising with every stroke, he was already starting to lose himself within the pleasure.

But you did the complete opposite. Dropping his cock with no mercy, he felt his stomach caving in as you completely stopped all movements. 

Jungkook shook his head, tugging at the constraints. His wrists started to become flush and swollen the more he pulled. “No, please. Puh-please.”

Leaning in, you kissed the pout that had formed on his lips. The second he felt your lips touch his, he didn’t plan to let go. Immediately, his tongue swiped your bottom lip, and you allowed him access. Big mistake. Without much warning, he shoved his tongue inside, establishing dominance over yours frantically. Attempting to pull back only earned you a light tug to your lip which you responded with a faint moan as you fisted his hair. Even tied, Jungkook made it quite obvious what he was after. He wanted more and was making it known. If given the chance he would have taken you right there and then. 

But you managed to pull away with a bite to his lip and a small shove to his chest, while you both attempted to catch your breath. 

It was hard not to lose yourself within the process of what was supposed to be “his punishment”. It started to feel a lot like yours too. Maybe you had also grown spoiled. How could you not? Jungkook always received you so well, and the more he took the more you wanted to give him. 

Jungkook blew out a deep breath, laying his head against the headboard. His dick was painfully hard, weighing against his glistening abdomen. His dark hair started sticking to the sweat piling on his forehead. He looked so pretty, so vulnerable. And all yours.

He was silently suffering, but his agonizing thoughts were incredibly loud. 

Giving him no time to adjust, you wrapped your mouth around the tip of his cock, licking against the slit painfully slow. He always liked when you did that.

Jungkook cursed, feeling you force his dick down your throat. Though he was used to the sight by now, he so desperately wished he could be looking at that view now. You always looked the best with dick in your mouth. “Ughhh, j-just like that. I wish I c-could see how you look right now.”

“Maybe later.” Jungkook seemed satisfied with that answer, raising his hips carefully to meet your mouth. You hummed quietly around his member, sinking your head deeper as you hollowed your cheeks for a greater effect. Jungkook grunted and so suddenly shoved himself further into your throat causing you to gag around him, taken by surprise. You pulled off immediately, watching him curse at himself for losing control.

“No, no, no. Fuck, I’m sorry. Come back, please.” Jungkook begged, but it made no difference. He’d burn the stupid cloth around his eyes and ties around his wrists if he could by now and show you how truly sorry he felt. Make it up to you, if only he could. 

However you didn't budge. 

With a slap to his leaking member, you pulled yourself off the bed, watching him curl and hiss at the impact. Jungkook nearly went feral, feeling you go.

“Please!” He cried out. Now he was really struggling, nearly thrusting up in the air for any sort of attention. If Jungkook thought you would go easy on him because you favored him, he felt completely stupid now. He was absolutely helpless. 

“No.” That one simple word crushed him. He felt he could cry, he was already making a mess all over himself. He was thirsty. He was in pain. He felt so dirty. He needed something, anything.

Jungkook audibly swallowed. “O-okay, please j-just touch me.” He begged, his arms stopped fighting. The more he pulled the more the ropes tightened around his wrists, he started to become sore, weak. He felt tired.

Jungkook couldn’t see a thing you were doing to him nor could he go out of the way to pleasure himself. He had to rely solely on your next move, but even that was tough when you wouldn’t give him what he desperately lusted for. Did you not want to touch him anymore? 

This time you complied, feeling upset about the frown that had set on his face. You wrapped your hand once more around his length, spitting on his swollen crown for some relief, gripping his cock tighter as you jerked your wrist. Using both hands, you applied more pressure on his tip, he immediately responded thrusting into your fists the best he could. 

“Yes, yes, yes, like that. Thank you.” Jungkook’s voice was whiny, sucking in his breath with every stroke. His back arching at the sensation of your fingertips digging into his sticky tip. God, he was going insane. Was he already going to come? “I-I’m–”

“You wanna come, baby?” You asked very sweetly, watching him fall apart in your hands. 

“Mm...” Jungkook barely hummed, his head falling back. He was starting to feel faint. “P-Please, let me come.”

Though it was too soon for your liking, you couldn’t keep him too long without an orgasm. That is like another personal hell to a vampire. It’s simply cruel. “Go ahead, baby.” 

Maybe it was the fact that he was painfully turned on or that he really couldn’t last any longer that made him burst within that same second. Jungkook made such a pretty mess, his sperm dripped all over his blushing stomach, making a shiny milky mess around your fingers until you pumped the very last drop out. 

You let his cock drop once more, bringing your fingers near his mouth. He already knew what to do. He leaned into your hand, moaning at the taste as he lapped his tongue around your fingers, sucking them until they were completely clean.

“What a good boy, Jungkook-ah.” Though faint, he broke into a lazy smile and had those sweet eyes not been shielded, you could imagine the sparkle in them as they got praised. Stroking his sweaty hair back into place, Jungkook sighed, feeling his thirst die down, but only by a little bit. 

That was the thing about Jungkook, no matter how much you gave him, he could always take more. He needed more. This wouldn’t be enough to calm him, this was just a temporary solution. Jungkook was still painfully hard and extremely thirsty.

Pulling away for a minute, you took time to discard your own clothes. You watched as Jungkook’s chest raised up and down as he waited, becoming impatient by the second. Once you were completely bare, you hopped onto his thighs, adjusting yourself just above the mess between his legs.

He immediately buried his face into your neck biting very cautiously, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to feed off you, but he knows it would only go worse for him. He was not allowed to feed off you unless given audible permission, no matter how thirsty he was nor how badly he craved it, which all was often.

With a light tug to his hair, he popped off your neck. “M’ so hungry, Noona.” 

“I’m feeding you now. Patience.” You assured him, but Jungkook wasn’t really up for reassurance anymore. He wanted more and he’d do anything to get it. 

“No. I can’t wait anymore. I need to feed.” Jungkook rasped, feeling his throat sting every swallow. “It h-hurts.”

Gripping his chin, you spoke to him harshly. “I don’t think you understand what’s happening here, Jungkook. You don’t get to feed every time you want, no matter how much you beg. You must learn to control your thirst. I’ve seen newborns cursed with a thirst like yours in the past. None live to tell the story. They kill people like you, Jungkook-ah. I can’t have that be you.” 

Jungkook felt his chest go heavy, his forehead flew up against yours, his nose pecking yours. “No, no, that won’t be me. I can control myself. You believe me, right?” 

He kissed your lips, desperate for you to understand, to have mercy on him.

“I do baby, I do.” Your voice immediately softened, hands caressing his face very tenderly. “Can’t you just listen to me? I promise to feed you. I’m only trying to help you. You understand me, right? We have to build your tolerance.”

Jungkook nodded, almost in a panic state. “Yes. Help me, Noona. Please, I don’t want them to take me from you. I’m so scared. Please…” 

He was cut off by another weight added to the bed, one you hadn’t noticed yourself, you smelled him before you saw him. Taehyung was quick to bury his face against the younger man’s neck, pecking it softly. His presence was so sudden, but it was welcomed. 

“Nothing will ever happen to you, Jungkook-ah. I would never let anyone take you. You don’t have to be scared.” He spoke with much affection resting against his nape. 

Taehyung had nearly torn the door open when he made his way inside, and Jungkook felt he could cry. He understood very well he had two lovers who would never let a single soul hurt him. No one could touch him. He was so loved, he felt it. He didn’t shy away from Taehyung’s kisses either, but instead welcomed them by tilting his neck for more. 

“Hyung-ie… h-help me.” Voice nearly breaking. 

Taehyung looked over at you and you immediately received the signal. You hopped off Jungkook’s thighs and sat beside him, caressing his messy curls back, kissing his tender cheek. “Taehyung will help you now baby. Is this still okay?”

Jungkook felt tears sticking to the cloth. He hadn’t even realized he was crying and he was too overwhelmed with emotion to even care. He was so hungry. “G-Green. Green. Please.” 

Taehyung pounced into action, completely removing his clothes off as quickly as possible before placing himself between Jungkook’s thighs, caressing his inner flesh to calm him. 

“Hyung, will make the pain go away, Jungkook-ah. Focus on me, baby.” Taehyung promised as he began to kiss the deprived young man with gentleness, feeling his teary face lean against his. He kissed him almost as if he would break under his touch, understanding that he was extremely sensitive, vunerable at this given moment. He wanted Jungkook to know with every kiss to his lips how cared for he was, with every swipe to his cheek that nothing could ever harm him. And that, Jungkook was starting to understand very well, the tears clinging to his cheek, leaking down his face. 

Jungkook slowly spread his legs open, allowing for more space. His mouth clinging onto Taehyung’s as relieved sighs left his lips, signaling he wanted more by grinding his bare cock against his thigh. 

Taehyung had never intended on joining and to be honest, he felt he could be of no help, but how could he starve him? He smelled his need, his lust, his desire. How could anyone starve him? How could anyone deprive him of what he so badly needed? Jungkook was just so innocent and out of touch with reality. And at some point, you and Taehyung had become the weak ones. 

“Relax my baby, Hyung will help now.” The older vampire cooed one last time, before dropping down and attaching his mouth to Jungkook’s pretty pink hole. He mercilessly licked and curled his tongue, applying pressure on the younger’s thighs to keep them from closing, devouring him as if he was his last meal. Jungkook nearly jerked off the bed, but Taehyung’s grip managed to keep him down. The Newborn let out so many pretty harmonies, already feeling addicted to the way Taehyung’s tongue lapped his juices deliciously into his mouth. 

“Nghhh. Right there, Hyung. F-Feels so fucking good.” Jungkook moaned loudly, throwing his head back, raising his hips with every sinful lick. Taehyung continued to work his mouth, prying his ass completely open, stuffing his hole with just enough tongue to satisfy him.

You couldn’t torment yourself any longer just by watching so you stuffed your own pussy with two fingers, they slid with ease, synching a moan with Jungkook. Both, completely overwhelmed with so much pleasure. 

Taehyung smiled against Jungkook, realizing what had just occurred. Taehyung knew you far too well. Couldn’t stand a minute without cock stuffing your needy cunt. 

As expected, Jungkook couldn’t bear feeling trapped any longer. With one final, strong tug on the ropes they loosened enough, falling to his sides. He didn’t waste a second to grab a fistful of Taehyung’s locks as he continued to eat him out. You were quite shocked that he hadn’t torn the cloth off his eyes first or managed to somehow destroy the headboard to pieces, but that was most likely due to the fact that he was so lost in pleasure and he was just desperate to come again. Taehyung had been caught by surprise, but continued to thrust his tongue inside him. 

“Fuck, f-fuck, Hyung, ‘M s-so close. Gonna c-come.” Jungkook kept releasing the prettiest whimpers, pulling and tugging at Taehyung’s hair while he reached his second climax. With one last moan, Jungkook came all over himself again, sweat coating his body, prettily. The sight managing to rip an orgasm out of you as well. 

Taehyung finally pulled off, wiping his lips clean with his tongue, his eyes blown out completely, incredibly turned on himself. Jungkook fell back once more, relaxing himself under Taehyung’s hold, attempting to catch his irregular breathing. But the mission hadn’t ended there.

“Keep it on.” Taehyung stopped the very weak Newborn from ripping the blindfold off with a slap to his wrist at the last second. “Hyung will take it off when that time comes. And you, come milk my cock.”

Nearly whimpering at his demand, you settled yourself on top of Taehyung because that is where you belonged. It is the place you felt like a Goddess in, he would worship your body like the Queen you were and it was the only place you could live forever. You believed you were meant for Taehyung and he for you, shaped to fit perfectly inside you. Like you were used to doing, you positioned his cock right above your leaking lips, slowly sitting into the stretch. You held your breath until he was completely inside you, feeling him pulse around you. 

“That’s it baby. Ride me well.” Taehyung grunted, hands positioned right above your waist as the man was helping you adjust, feeling your tight pussy squeeze his length. “Let Jungkookie hear how good this big dick feels inside you.”

Releasing a high pitched moan, you lifted your hips just to smash back down against Taehyung, setting a nice pace. “F-Fuck.”

Jungkook felt a spike of arousal rush to his cock once more, hardening on his stomach. This was torture to him and Taehyung knew that. You both knew that. 

You gasped, feeling Taehyung’s cock brushing your tight walls, filling you entirely, his palms striking your ass with a quick sting. “Let him hear you, baby. Tell Jungkookie how good this feels. Tell him. Such a whore for my cock, tell him baby.” 

Jungkook felt he could come again as he heard you cry out for Taehyung. “Feels so–ahh, good Jungkookie! Feel so full, I’m gonna fuh–fucking come. Ah!” 

“Don't. Not yet.” Taehyung grunted, keeping a tight grip, thrusting from below you to meet your hips. He was completely destroying your insides. Nothing you couldn’t handle. His hips came to a sudden stop and the positions shifted forcing you to face down with your ass up in the air. Though you assumed you would come in contact with the mattress, Jungkook’s chest was there to catch you. He quickly picked up the change and pulled you in closer, caressing your back as Taehyung parted your entrance to align himself and with no hesitation shoved his cock back inside you, stuffing your puffy walls entirely. 

Jungkook felt this was much, much worse because now he could feel you squirm and shiver against his chest, hearing your breathy moans right above his ear. He didn’t know how much more he could take before he completely exploded. 

“Fuck me, fuck, oh fuckkk!” You squealed feeling Taehyung fuck himself into you from behind with no plan to stop. Tightly gripping one cheek he thrusted deeply, setting a brutal pace. 

“Tell him again, baby. Tell him how much you love being fucked from behind. You’re so fucking tight baby, fuck. I should just fill you up right now.” Taehyung moaned and with his other hand grabbed a fist of your hair, fucking you exactly as you liked it. Fucking his little slut how she pleased.

Jungkook hissed, feeling you dig your fingertips into his arms in an attempt to catch a break, but you were so far gone by now. “Mmm, I love it so much. Fuck, puh–please let me come please, I can’t last any longer. Nghhh.”

He cheekily smacked your ass, continuing the brutal pace inside you that would eventually break the knot that had built within your stomach. “Yeah baby? Make a mess on my fucking dick, let Jungkook hear you angel. You feel so fucking good princess.” 

The knot within you had completely exploded the second he finished his last praise, dropping the grip he had on your hair and allowing you to release your orgasm comfortably against Jungkook’s chest, moaning a repeated ‘yes, yes, yes’ into his neck. The Newborn took everything for you, caressing you into a tight hold while you came strongly. 

Taehyung slowed down until he eventually pulled out very carefully, watching your folds drip with your sweet juices. While still panting, you pulled off Jungkook, growing relaxed on the empty spot beside him. 

Although nothing had happened to him, Jungkook was still somehow out of breath himself, still hungry for more. As expected, he was still hard and aching for a final release. But you had no energy for more, completely spent, that’s where Taehyung would come in handy. He could always handle more than you could. 

Taehyung leaned over Jungkook’s heated body, finally releasing the blindfold around his head, welcoming his eyes to the mess that had been created in such a short time. It took some time for Jungkook’s eyes to adjust to his surroundings again, but there it was. 

The only people he desperately wanted, the only people he needed. The only two people he ironically fell deep in love with. His lovers.

Taehyung placed his palm against Jungkook’s cheek affectionately. “You okay, baby? You did so good. I’m so proud of you.” 

Jungkook blinked tears away, his pretty eyes glistened in the sunlight that had sneakily made its way through a crack. “You are? B-But I tore the ropes. And ‘m s-so messy. D-Don’t you hate me?” 

Taehyung immediately shook his head, pushing his nose against the younger’s.  “No, my baby. I could never hate you. None of us. You look prettiest like this, baby. I’m really proud of you.” 

The Newborn leaned in for a passionate kiss which Taehyung granted, feeling so many emotions but for once, he was no longer hyperfixed on the burn that had been longing in his throat, but now satisfied with the warmth he felt within his heart. Jungkook loves so deeply.

With a pop to release Taehyung’s lip, Jungkook begged one last time. “Fuck me please. Just one last time, I promise. M’ s-still hungry.” 

Taehyung smiled. “I know, baby, I know. Get on your knees and face Y/N.” 

The younger man didn’t waste any time hooking an arm over your bare chest and pulling you underneath him almost as if he was gonna fuck you in the process (maybe it was possible, but that would come next time). Though still wet from earlier, Taehyung decided to spit into Jungkook's fluttering hole before easing his hard cock into him. Once Jungkook had adjusted with a muttered ‘move, please’, Taehyung pulled out slowly only to thrust his way back inside. He started fucking Jungkook like he deserved it, fast and precise. He wanted to fuck him until his legs gave out, until Jungkook understood just how proud he was of him. Being able to control your thirst as a newborn was a difficult thing, but Jungkook had proven just how well he could withstand it (even if he was a bit more spoiled than others, that was something only you and Taehyung had to know). 

“Fuck. Ah! Hyung, right there!” This time it was Jungkook throaty moans being heard above your ear as he was being railed mercilessly, repeatedly hitting his sweet spot.

He whimpers, hearing Taehyung’s moans, feeling Taehyung’s dainty hands tighten around Jungkook’s thin waist, thumbs digging into the dimples forming his back. Taehyung could only control his own release so much, he was very close, especially feeling Jungkook’s tight wall squeeze around his length with every stroke. 

Jungkook’s dick was embarrassingly hard and only kept rutting against your thigh as Taehyung made it his mission to fuck him into fucking oblivion. There wasn’t much you could do, but observe the look on Jungkook’s face as he was getting fucked like the good boy he was. Moving a hand down, you took a hold of his cock pumping him roughly. Jungkook felt his lovers everywhere, he never wanted it to end.

“I’m gonna— Ah!” Jungkook broke into sweet gasps, eyes shut, feeling himself make a mess into whatever was left beneath him. He delivered his orgasm all over your hand, his seed decorating your stomach, leaking into the sheets below. The room was filled with the stench of sex. You would argue it had never smelled better.

Taehyung soon came himself and heard Jungkook softly chant to come inside him and that is exactly what he did, filing Jungkook up completely, sperm leaking down his thighs. 

Taehyung swore he had never seen a view this beautiful in between breathless pants. His two lovers, completely spent underneath him, willing to do just anything and everything for him. He had never seen anything prettier, such pretty messes. Taehyung was careful when removing himself from Jungkook, who winced at the empty feeling. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to find his pretty lovers tangled in bed while he carefully wiped them clean with a wet towel. With him, he brought a cup of blood that was to be stored for emergencies. However Taheyung used the supply quite often for his Newborn lover, but who was he to deny his baby of anything he needed? 

Tapping his shoulder gently, Jungkook pushed himself up against the headboard immediately downing the red liquid. 

“Drink it slowly baby, slowly.” Taehyung cooed with a soft– sharp tone, both watching Jungkook swallow every last drop, his pretty lips were tainted red followed with a streak of blood running down his chin. Always such a messy thing. “Ahh– so pretty, my sweet baby.”

“Good boy, Jungkookie.” You whispered.

Jungkook felt himself melt into the sheets with a huge smile, blush setting deep within his soft cheeks. He was finally home. 

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That was what it was like most times and it is what set the scene most days. 

Two older vampires admiring their Newborn lover into fitting the lifestyle they had always known. Three lovers who loved deeply and passionately. Three lovers who would always find happiness through each other.

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“I love you.” Jungkook whispered, feeling you both beside him, arms wrapping around his thin waist, legs entangling each other’s. “I love you both so much.” 

Taehyung kissed the boy’s cheek while you leaned deeper into Jungkook’s embrace. “We love you more, baby.”

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[mysteriouslynervousmentality]

Taekook forever 💜

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[vantaegguk]

Hard on bed:

⚠️ warning: super hardstan, bed breaking,18+,smuts, hardcore,fucking,sweating,Cumming etc.

Synopsis: nothing just jungkook fucked tae~

♤ "*giggles* it tickles jungkook.."

♤ "it does..*touching his d!ck* how about now my smol babycum?? "Pumping it hard and fast*

♤ " owhh fuck kookie that sensation is heaven..yes keep touching it..keep aghhhh *groans* "

》jungkook was enjoying playing with taehyung's Dick and watching his expressions change in seconds from begging to stop to pleading to keep going..

♤ "my whorecub how does that feel..hmm?"

♤" it feels damn good daddy.."

♤ "How good hmm?? Tell daddy in detail"

♤ "daddy *looks with lustful eyes* it feels like someone is fuckinv me so good that it Hella feels like my abdomen is in heaven..

♤ "What else baby boy.."

♤ "daddy your hot muscular hands wrapped around my Dick all tight and grasping with that strong force pushing it up and down..fuck my prostate is craving for u.."

♤ "Then let me fuck mu fuckboy"

With that jungkook started to all the way undo his pants and boxers while Tae was dozing off with half closed eyes full immersed in pleasure of jungkook strong working out hands that he just felt..

"Fuck me daddy"

Jungkook trusted into tae's small holy hole which was too small foe his 14 inch long size to handle..

"Ahhhhggghhhhhhh that was really hard daddy pls take it out"

Without saying anything jungkook pinned tae's hands on top of his head and locked his eyes with tae's sharp ones looking straight into his soul..

"Look right into my eyes when I fuck the cum our of u..else I won't stop until u cum buckets for tomorrow's bath"

"Y-yes daddy.."

With that saying..jungkook thrusted Tae with full speed causing Tae to close his eyes and moan jungkook's name..

"I said look at me when I'm fucking you"

He opens his eyes..which weren't in a condition to meet jungkook's smirking ones..

"Jung-ahhhh kook ...I can't i-ahmmm s-stop ahh"

Jungkook held tae's face with one hand and came even closer to it..

"Look the fuck at me.."

"YOU'RE GIVING ME FREKIN BUTTERFLIES WHILE IM GETTING FUCKED KOOK"

Tae bites his lips which unfortunately was seen by jungkook..

"Let me do that for u."..

He kissed Tae rougly eating him up while fucking his life put of him...his Dick so long was reaching tae's stomach thrusting it all the was entering inside..

"I..ahh I'm Cumming ahhh kook..h-ahhh"

"Cum for daddy...cum my fucking sexy cum"

With that saying..Tae couldn't control anymore and let out all his cum..

"So much cum??"

"Oh my godd that a lot...!!! Jungkook what did u do.."

"Proud smirk"

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