5 / ? | Aftermath.
pairings. yoongi x reader. jimin x reader. eventual OT7
genre. dark, dirty smut ⥠⥠âĄ
word count. 6.6k
chapter one ⸠next chapter (coming soon)
WARNINGS! this fic is sacrilegious. overall it has heavy themes of dub con, non con content. there is coercion and manipulation. sex sandwiched between degradation and humiliation and guilt. u know, the spicy stuff. this ch is pretty tame tho.
authorâs note. hiiii everyone i love u! sorry for the wait. i got obsessed with some new books, needed some r&r, and overall kept getting distracted the past couple of weeks. but bc i got good news today iâm dropping this update tonight while i work on progressing the most recent ch and new ideas âĄ
Next time.
You look at Jimin like heâs grown two heads. He returns an amused smile, his pretty round eyes twinkling with self-assuredness. You decide right then and there thatâd you love nothing more than for this couch to swallow you whole. Yes, thatâd be awfully convenient. Perfect even. You need to be alone, without anyone else around. Take the time to process what youâve just been through. And clothes. You need your clothes. Your near-nakedness in contrast to their fully clothed bodies makes you feel uncomfortably vulnerable and open.
You could say a million things in response to that definitive statement, but you canât get your jaw to unlock. Nothing comes out.
So, you do what youâre best at: you dodge it. You find the will and energy to move, persevering past your emotional immobility, and scramble to fix the bra Jimin hastily shoved up your chest so he could take advantage of what hid underneath. Your blouse is next. You look around frantically in search of it, finding it by one of the coffee table legs on the floor. You suffocate in their silence.
âIâI have to go,â Out of nowhere do you find a shred of your voice. You donât want it to sound as shaky as it is, but all you can do is pray that you can keep it together long enough until you get home. Although you donât know how youâre going to manage that when you can barely stand yet. âI have to get home.â
âAnd how do you plan on getting there?â Yoongi finally asks.
âIâll useââ my phone, you nearly say. You had checked your bag after Jimin had left you in the kitchen and it wasnât there. All because you left your brain at home, and with it, your phone on the kitchen counter. Idiot.Â
Thatâs not the only reason that got you into this situation, it's one of many.
âIâll walk home.â Or the bus. It doesnât matter. You swallow, fingers trembling as you shove the middle button of your blouse shut. Itâs getting harder to hold, let alone fight this conversation.
âNot looking like that.â Yoongi scoffs. You take offense at that, considering heâs the one who caused it. A spark of defiance rising to the surface.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIt means you look like a pretty party favor, sweetheart,â his smile is nothing less than innocent and not the teeniest bit regretful, âso, weâll save you the walk of shame and drive you home.â
âItâs fine.â You bite back tears. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Or do for you? âI can walk.â
âI wasnât really offering. Iâm telling you.â
âIââ and then youâre shushed, again.Â
âWeâre driving you home.â Yoongi doesnât make much room for argument and you hate that. Heâs got a simple look on his face that says less is more as well as: save it. Youâve never seen this facet of Yoongi before, not and it absolutely floors you. You never thought the pastor, whoâs so reverent and kind, could foster such a bossy and manipulative son...
And as much as you hate to admit it, you donât really want to walk home. Not looking like this. His assessment is probably right, and from his perspective, he can clearly see the number Jimin and him did on you. Everything you own is wrinkled to the high heavens, and youâre missing your tights, heels, and most importantly your panties. Your hair, which had been so neatly brushed and simple in style, now looks ruffled and askew from all their hair grabbing and kind redirecting.
Yoongiâs pleased when you utter a mumbled âokayâ under your breath, knowing that youâre giving in.Â
You hate losing, and youâve been doing an awful lot of that lately.
âWhereâŚâ you shift in your seat, âwhere are myâŚ?â
âYou mean these?â Jimin supplies. You anxiously run your hand through your hair.
You feel something soft put into your open palm. When you look down, youâre surprised to see itâs your underwear that Jiminâs given you. How sweet, you think sarcastically, until you remember how Yoongi ripped them off. He could have torn them, and he wouldnât have cared. You snatch the panties from Jiminâs hand, putting them on as fast as they appeared on shaky legs and smoothing your skirt down.
None of you speak after that. They let you go about your ministrations quietly as if they know you'll crack otherwise, though you feel their eyes as you move to pick up your heels and slip them onto your trembling feet. Youâre not even sure you can walk a straight line.
âYou look ready enough to me,â Yoongi cuts through the thick of it, taking his time as he looks you up and down. Secretly, you do the same, though with much less confidence.
Unlike you, Yoongi looks just as perfectly intact now as he did before this started, and so does Jimin. Theyâre nearly identical. Save for the gentle after-sex glow that radiates out.
You wonât look at them as they rise off the couch, lost in your spiraling thoughts. Itâs Jimin who startles you out of them by the grace of his hand on your lower back. Nothing deters him from picking you up; not even the way you flinch at the first sign of contact.
You just donât understand.
Why is Jimin being so nice to you?
When several minutes ago he wouldnât heed a single plea of yours or give it the time of day?
You could just ask them. The question is on the tip of your tongue. Just say it.
Maybe theyâd give it to you bluntly. Why did you do this? Thatâs all you want out of this now, to understand.
It's all you can think of as youâre being led to the parking lot. You donât remember leaving the building or even crossing the courtyard to make it this far, nor do you have any idea what time in the afternoon it is. But they were rightâno oneâs around. Itâs as empty as a graveyard. Everyone really did go home.
You chance a glance at Jimin when he opens the handle to a car and tilts his head to the side as an indicator for you to scoot in. Youâre reluctant to do so, but then you remember what your alternatives are. You brace yourself and slip inside the nicely furnished vehicle. The leather seats are cold against your bare legs.
So, here you are, in the back seat of a vehicle with the two gentlemen youâve been going to church with for the past several months, with their cum seeping out of your pussy and the sides of your panties. What if you get it all over the leather seats? Is Yoongi going to be mad? You assume this is his car because heâs the one driving it, and the last thing you need right now is to have one more humiliating thing to happen to you today.
âWhere do you live?â Yoongi asks from the driverâs seat. Youâre approaching a stoplight.
Your heart skips a beat. Are you really going to tell them where you live? Do you want that?Â
Is that a good idea?
âY/n?â
There's no time to think.
âI live in one of the O&M apartments,â you answer, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. Yoongi looks at you through the rearview mirror, so you avert your gaze and pretend to look out the car window. You won't let him observe you so easily.
âI know where that is,â Jimin speaks up from the passengerâs seat, turning around to beam a smile at you in the backseat. It makes your stomach flip. Fuck.
âThatâs near where I live. If you take a left after this turn and go down seven or so blocks down,â he points to Yoongiâs side of the car, âitâll be on the right.â
All you ever knew was that Jimin kind of lived in the area, through word shared on the grapevine, and you kind of left it at that. It was none of your business to know anything more detailed.
Your only saving grace from this suffocating space is that you live no more than a five to ten-minute drive away from your church, depending on traffic, and the rest of it passes in terse silence. Terse from your end. Jimin and Yoongi seem almost impassive towards you now, as if you really had just gotten out of an innocent study session, and youâre beginning to crumble from it. How can they act so normal? You clutch the leather seat until your knuckles are white. They only release as you pick out the familiar view of your apartment complex.Â
âWell,â Yoongi drawls, pulling up to the front and putting the car in park, âweâre here.â
Youâre reaching for the door handle as soon as Yoongi puts on the breaks, all too eager to get the hell out of here and into the comfort of your own space. Jimin senses that urgency and is faster at holding you back by your wrist than you are at opening the door first.
âWait. Do you have your phone on you?â
Itâs the first time you dare look him in the eyes for, and when you do, all you feel inside is weak. How could someone so sweet-looking call you a slut in the same breath he calls you honey?
âI donât,â you admit, hoping to dodge deeper conversation. You donât know where this is going or why heâs stalling you. Or what the point of parking is for. âItâs at homeâwhich I really should be at,â you croak, gently tugging on your wrist.Â
âGive me a second then,â Jimin tells you, and seeing as you donât have much of a choice, you sit there, watching him oddly as he pulls a pen out of his pocket and pops the cap off. He sticks it between his lips as he writes what looks like a set of numbers on your wrist.
âThis is my number,â he finishes, popping the cap back on, and taps each line heâs written, âand this one is Yoongiâs. Remember them.â
Soon as he lets go of your wrist, you find yourself just sitting there, eyes big and wide in confusion. What?
âI donât understand,â your eyes flit between the two of them, a lump in your throat, âwhat am I supposed to do with these?â
Your statement carries the weight of two meanings, and yet only one is answered.
âText us,â Yoongi turns around to face you, and this time thereâs no looking away. Thereâs a lilt in his tone; a promise. âDonât make us miss you.â
The second you lock the door behind you, you donât even register the surroundings of your own home. You crumble to the floor and just when everythingâs about to spill out and your myriad cocktail of emotions gets the better of you, you donât. You manage to hold yourself back. At least until you make it somewhere other than the front door.
You throw your head back, toes curling as you straighten your weak legs out. You grimace suddenly when you feel more of the cum they left inside you slipping out of your aching hole. You shift uncomfortably as it collects between your cheeks and so you place your hand between them, feeling the wetness on your fingertips. Flashbacks of what just transpired run through your overwhelmed but vivid memory.
You thought about Jimin first. How large his hands were as they cupped your breasts and abused your nipples. You felt his fingers in places you never thought youâd have them; his mouth unbelievably eager between the valley of your thighs, spreading them open and devouring you whole. Why did he have to do that to you? You didnât want to cum, but he made you do it twice. Was it meant to add to your humiliation? Just to twist your stomach in knots and confuse you about what youâre so certain you didnât want.
And then thereâs Yoongi. Youâre never going to forget how his mouth felt. All he did was lick you for less than a minute and he had you flooding your panties. You thought he was going to make you cum on Jiminâs lap, just to add to it, but all he wanted was a taste before he threw you to the other wolf; more than pleased to watch you with ardent lust as you fell apart underneath Jiminâs lapping tongue.
They played your body better than Yoongiâs fingers did gliding across the white and black keys of the churchâs piano; better than the fluid way Jimin gesticulates with his hands when he talks about something passionate in the pews.
You knew, without a reasonable doubt, that there was something seriously fucked up about you. You couldnât phrase it any other way.
Even if you didnât want it, even though you begged and pleaded with them to stop in some hopeless endeavor, they broke you down, little by little, and put a crack in you. You came for Jimin, on his fingers and his tongue. You almost came on Yoongiâs cock for fucks sake. They took every single no from you and twisted it into a fucked up yes.
You squeeze your eyes shut. How could you find forgiveness for yourself after this? For Jimin and Yoongi? Thinking about the way their cocks stretched you out so good; how they filled every inch of you up. The burn is still there. The sting from their hips slamming into your ass cheeks is still present. Their words ring in your ears, causing you to press your hands into your eyes.
âShower,â you whisper, standing up. Your legs are no longer as unreliable. Instead, thereâs soreness thatâs starting to set into certain sets of muscles. The parts that got the most out of a workout. âI need is a shower.â
Your descent to the bathroom is slow but steady.
Youâre never looking them in the eyes again.
After seeing what they did in your bathroom mirror, your breath stops short. They left nothing untouched, no patch of skin ignored.
Your skin was mottled with splotches of slight irritation, brought out more harshly by the bright lights overhead. You graze what looks to be the beginning of bruise marks on your hip bones and wince knowingly. When you run the length of your stomach and see the hickey one of them left on your left breast, you suck in a breath, eyes following your now naked form in the mirror, wet from the shower you took. You examine each part of your anatomy with great detail until your eyes fall on the hickey between your neck and jaw.
âHe didnât,â you hiss, running your fingers over the tender spot. You twist your neck, pulling your hair to the side to get a better look. Itâs a deep red, sure to turn purple as it gets worse the first several days. Itâs not something easy youâd have hiding with the kind of make-up you have, but you could give it one valiant try before you resorted to begging Ellie to borrow hers.
Which you may or may not do, you havenât decided yet. The last thing you wanted from her was to see the big red sign on your neck that yells âInterrogate me with questions, please! I love being made to talk!â
Pulling your eyes away from the clear glass, you wring out the wet ends of your hair with your body towel and pat dry your face as the last step. You exit the bathroom with a bathrobe tied loosely around your waist and lounge towards your bedroom with two goals: getting dressed and getting distracted.
You switch into a pair of pajama bottoms and a baggy shirt, testing out your sore limbs with a few mild stretches before slipping into some socks. What you need right now is comfort and peace of mind. You need normalcy and time. Otherwise, you have the keenest feeling youâre going to break down and possibly cry since thatâs what people do when they donât know how to process shit.
Yes, thatâs what you needed. Just donât panic. Donât think about it. Breathe.
Breathing induces hunger. Your stomach growls at the action, the aftertaste of crackers and skittles on your tongue.
You shake your head and book it to the kitchen, this time in slippers. Donât think about it.
Thereâs only one way to take your mind off of it and ease the current weight on your shoulders, and that was calling a friend. Even if you didnât give Ellie the whole story, you had no doubt that she could make you feel better with the flick of her manicured fingers. In tough times, she always knew you could turn to her.
As if on cue, the familiar sound of her customized ring tone plays throughout the room, her smiling face popping up as the caller ID. You scramble to find it, discovering itâs exactly where you knew you left it: the kitchen counter. You were occupied with making sure you wouldnât forget your house keys for the second time in the last month and have to spend god knows how long outside your landlord's door just so they could let you back into your own home.
But would it have mattered now? No, you think not. Again, donât think about it. It canât be that hard. Not for me.
You answer it after the second ring, taking a deep breath in.
âHey,â You croak out, sounding lame and then hopeful. âI missed you. And Iâm really sorry. I forgot my phone at home and havenât had a chance to check my messages yet.â
As soon as you say that, she launches into a whole tirade about why you should be sorry and proceeds to call you a beautiful basket case in the same harmless string of sentences. You try to stifle a laugh at the cause of her rambling, but you canât stop the giggle that rises. She really knows how to turn herself inside outâin the most comical way. And it might be what you need: her. Or so you think until her focus flips onto you.
âWhat have I been up to?â You repeat, knowing full well that sheâs already asked you twice, but felt it necessary to emphasize the obvious. You switch your balance onto a different foot, choosing your next words carefully. You canât tell the truth, so you have to come up with some sort of believable but small lie. Something her sensitive senses wonât pick up on. âI was just out, getting lunch. And then I met up with a classmateâŚâ
Itâs only been a handful of hours and several minutes that have passed since Jiminâs last seen you.
And since then, youâre all he can think about.
In the beginning, he had this whole idea of how he was going to play with youâlike a cat pawing a mouse aroundâbut he couldnât stand the sight of you laid out before him; your hands balled into fists as Yoongi squeezed your wrists tight. They barely touched you and yet your panties were wet through the sheer material.
He fingers his notebook in thought, folding and unfolding one corner edge as he relives a few of his favorite moments. He canât concentrate on any of his work when you were so, so soft and wild in his hands. He wanted to know what you felt like so badly, wanted to find out if youâd be as good of a fuck as he thought youâd be.
âI shouldâve taken them,â He huffs, biting his lip. Itâs his only regret. Just the thought of you having to leave without your panties on, with his cumming running down your thighs made his cock twitch in arousal.
He had all the power in the world. And it was delicious. Like eating the apple offered to Adam, so sweet and so wrong. Sinful. Itâs the best way he can describe it. The power he had to do whatever he wanted with you and without consequence was unlike anything heâd felt before. It was a long dream come true. He wishes it was your hand wrapped around his cock again, only this time youâd suck him until he decided where he wanted to cum first.
Itâs all he can think about.
That and why he nor Yoongi havenât gotten that telltale ring of a text message from you yet.
Out the corner of his eye, he sees his phone, face down on his desk, alerts him of an incoming message. He swipes it, figuring itâs going to be anyone but you, and would you look at thatâ
Heâs right. Itâs not from you.
Frowning, he has to think about what it was that you were doing that has you so damn busy?
His assumptions are getting the best of him; growing more certain every hour that passes that youâre avoiding him with deliberate intention.
And sure, he understands. He may be many thingsâa gentleman, a wolf in sheepâs clothingâbut he wasnât lacking in reading people. Half of him wonders if he pushed you too far and thatâs quite the possibility, he mulls over, and the other halfâwell, it wants to show you the error of your ways.
What about ânext timeâ and âtext usâ didnât you understand?
âHey, donât hurt your pretty face from overthinking.â
Jiminâs so startled he almost tips back in his chair. He saves himself at the last second, swiveling around to glare at the bane of his existence.
âHow many times do I have to tell you, Taehyung, to stop entering my home whenever you pleaseââ
ââyour door was unlocked.â
âDoes that mean itâs an invitation?â
âUh, yeah.â Taehyung also has no problem just waltzing into his room, plopping down on his bed with what looks to be a bag of chips. He pops one into his mouth, eyeing the blond. âEveryone else is outside, unloading the car.â
âWhat?â Jimin asks, perplexed. He didnât know about this?
âListen, youâve been too busy for us all week,â Taehyung chews, swallows. Another chip bites the dust. âSo, if you canât attend and enjoy any of our glorious game nights, weâll just bring them to you.â
Taehyung smiles, pleased with himself. âYou want one?â He asks, offering the bag to Jimin.
âNo thanks.â
âThen tell me what youâre thinking about.â
âWhy do you want to know?â
âBecause Iâm your friend, duh,â and this time, Taehyung rolls his eyes.
âItâs nothing,â Jimin deflects, a hint of teasing, but his friend sees right through him, âat least not yet.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âDo you remember y/n?â
âNo shit,â Taehyung gestures, chip in the air, âbut go on.â
âThatâs the kicker, Taehyung.â The blond pouts, a smile in his eyes. Taehyung knows that look. When Jimin looks like that it means heâs got something juicy to spill. âYou wonât get to find out more until I feel like saying it.â
Jimin sticks his tongue out. Taehyung squints and slaps Jimin on the knee.
âWhat if we get a six-pack in you, will you spill? Let's try.â
âAre you aware of how rude you are? Itâs going to take more than that to get me off my ass! What do you take me for?â
âA little bit of a puââ
âWhy is it whenever I find the two of you together, youâre always like this?â
Both men look to the doorway. Itâs Hoseok, carrying a very noticeable case of beer and Soju, a smile lighting his sunny features as he bats his eyes between the two of them.
âIs that whole thing for us?â Jimin asks, eyeing the case.
âYep! And thereâs more to come! Come downstairs, 'cause weâre not waiting on your asses a minute longer!â After that, Hobi disappears down the stairs, clearly expecting them to follow.
âLetâs go,â Taehyung stands up. Jimin follows suit. They both know the other man isnât kidding. The other five men could easily wipe out two cases of each beverage within an hour if they get too carried away arguing. âThe faster we get those drinks in you, the faster you tell us everything, including the last three digits to your credit card!â
âShut up. If you want another sugar daddy, go to Jin.â Jimin shoves Taehyung in the back of the shoulder, causing him to halfway stumble and turn around to curse the blond out. Heâs got everything he needs right now: good company, booze, and some highly competitive gaming about to happen. Asses will be kicked, and he will rise victorious. He can take out some of his frustration over you out on Jungkook, or anyone he sets his eyes on. His friends are perfect.
As they descend, he can hear voices shouting over each other.
âGive me back the controller or I swear to God Iâll end you! Now!â
The night is still young.
It took two wonderful hours to completely distract you, but it was worth it. Ellie enchanted you with silly stories that made your belly ache and jokes that made your heart clench for a whole new reason. You bonded over workplace gossip and academic pains until eventually, your conversation had lulled a little into background noise. Once you heard her scolding one of her cats for using the couch instead of her scratch post to sharpen her nails, you took that as your opportunity to remind her, again, that you had to go.
âI love you, Ellie,â and you meant it when you said it, âbut if I donât go now, I wonât get anything done. You know me.â
She only relents after calling you a little old lady who needs her beauty sleep, and you let the genuine laugh that follows roll off your shoulders. This time, your goodbye is final, and youâre the one to hang up first. You let out a sigh you didnât know you were holding in.
You know youâre not really going to study your notes for tomorrow or pick up a book to read. Itâs the last thing on your mind now that you no longer have Ellie to distract you. As much as you love her, you know it couldnât last forever. Sooner or later you were going to wind up exactly where you knew youâd end up: in bed, watching the sky turn from high and bright to twilight through your open window, restless and sore.
You made good choices in how to take care of yourself, but now youâve exhausted all of them. The only thing you can do now is lie in bed, freshly washed and fed, and switch between your two favorite channels: your ceiling and the window.
When you look at your ceiling for too long, you can see patterns in the paint. Your imagination can make out faces within the swirls, and all of them feel as if theyâre morphing into judgmental stares with their crooked eyes and mouths. They know what no one else knows.
You lied to your best friend. Actually, you told more lies in a single conversation with her than you had throughout your entire friendship, and why?
Jimin and Yoongi linger in the back of your head, rising to the surface now that you have nothing else to think about, to do, or to be. Itâs just you, alone with all your memories and feelings, and here you are, faced with the task of defining them.
Without thinking, you touch the side of your neck, close to where your jaw is. When you touch the tender spot, it reacts to your touch and elicits a natural sting. You saw it in the bathroom, how bad it looked. You estimated it would take at least a week to go away because of how enthusiastic Jimin was when he gave it to you. He trapped you between his arms, mouth evasive, as he made you squirm into the couch. He felt so hot against you, warm like a furnace.
You smash your face into the pillow as the memory makes your face hot, your body tingle. You drag your fingers away, clutching the bedsheets instead as a sudden wave of passion overcomes you. Itâs so intense, so indecipherable, that it brings you to sudden, hot tears. They form fast, rolling down your face, staining the pillow as you hold it close.
What happened back there, with Jimin and Yoongi, it changed something in you. Something you couldnât define yet, but inherently sensed. And now you were mourning that piece of yourself.
Was it some kind of kiss? A piece of you died in their arms.
âWhy?â You blink through the tears, speaking aloud in the emptiness of your bedroom. âWhy am I like this? Why am I feeling like this? I liked Jimin and Yoongi, I shouldâI should hate themâshouldnât I? BecauseâŚâ
Nothing answers you besides the voice in your own head. Shouldnât you?
In the bigger picture, you thought they were just going to be passing crushes your attention would eventually move on from, as you usually do. But they stuck. You started to savor the small moments when you crossed paths in the pews and at other functions, and then youâd go home and scream into your pillow because it didnât matter how you felt, it was all a fantasy in the end. Youâd be dreamingâhopingâfor something that was nothing.
Your heart tightens. You really liked them. It didnât matter who came first. It didnât matter if it was right for you to harbor feelings for two different people. So long as you invited only love into your heart, it should be fine, isnât it? And slowly but surely, you fell for Jiminâs beautifully round, yet almond eyes, and the twinkle that harbored in them.  You fell for the way Yoongi laughed with such ease; how intelligent he came across when he spoke. He was pensive, quiet⌠beautiful.
They were both beautiful, unbelievably so. You couldnât deny that. Even as they opened their mouth wide, teeth sharp, and debased you for all that you were worth just hours ago. One moment youâre honey, and the next youâre a slut. The paradox was stifling.
âItâd be so much easier if I did hate them.â You blink back your tears, squeezing them shut, and speak to your empty room. "Wouldn't it?"
You stare into your closet mirror. The girl looking back at you had a bit of a blotchy face by rubbing your eyes into your pillow. Youâre squeezing the second one tight.
What was the truth?
The truth is that it lies between your legs. Not the evidence they left behind. The evidence that you had carefully washed away, but the throb youâd get every time youâd have flashbacks about those fervent moments. You couldnât count how many minutes passed in that room that you spent under them. You easily lost track of time when Jimin has his tongue on your clit and Yoongiâs cock stuffing your mouth.
âGod,â you whisper, harsh and dry, âitâs not fair!â
None of it is. And none of it makes any sense to you. The way they came onto you was uncharacteristic, unpredictable, and overwhelming. They were a pair of polite and sweet men that you would mostly watch from afar, so thatâs how you saw them. But you experienced them so⌠differently. And yetâŚ
You swallow, biting your lip. They made you like it. You let your guard down.
I know how soft Yoongiâs lips are. How gentle he can be when he kisses at first. And it was entirely unlike how he fucked you. You remember the way he held onto your hips as he dragged you down his dick, fast and dirty like he was trying to take something out on you.
You remember how Jimin made you come on his tongue without mercy. Without shame. He only had a fire in his eyes when he buried his face between your legs, peeking up at you between your pert breasts. You remember nearly coming on Yoongiâs cock and if you had, you knew you would have died on the spot. All because in a matter of minutes they reduced you to some kind of loose-lipped slut.
You uncross your ankles, thighs aching. Is that what you were, deep, deep down? To them? For them? You bring your heart to your chest, heart beating rapidly at the thought. What was worse? That they made you enjoy it, or that they could have chosen not to?
You clutch at your shirt, only to let it go. Your arm hangs off the bed, glowing under the twilight shine that comes through your window. And illuminated, clear as day, are the numbers that stubbornly stayed put on your wrist. You bring it to your face, examining every digit.
Should you have washed it away?
Maybe I should. You think it, but youâve yet to get up and move. Youâre rooted to your bed, staring at the rather delicate handwriting. It tickled. When he wrote it. You deflate. It took everything in you to stay as still as a statue while he took what felt like forever writing it.
âText us. Donât make us miss you.â
Thatâs what he said. The look Yoongi gave you through the rearview mirror was rather effective in letting you know that while it sounded like a choice, it might have been another âpoliteâ order. Were there consequences if you did or didnât?
Half of you didnât want to find out, but the other half couldnât do anything to pick up the phone on your nightstand. It just rests there, with no messages or alerts at the moment. Your life is as quiet as your room now. Your soul is unsound. Everything tends to change once the sun goes down.
Itâll fade if I leave it too long. You press your thumb pad against the first area code, but the ink doesnât pick up, not yet. Maybe after a few more washes if you deliberately decide you wonât. Youâre biting the inside of your cheek, unable to make up your mind. Either choice puts you between a rock and a hard place, trapping you in a decision youâre forced to make.
âDamned if I do,â you shift onto your side, grabbing your phone, hesitating. Itâs cold to the touch and the screen blinks at you as it wakes up. Youâre not ready for this, or what the future holds for you. âDamned if I donât.â
Decisions, decisions.
âHey, where is Yoongi-Hyung? Itâs his turn.â
âHe said he had to take a phone call real quick.â
âOh,â Jungkook answers, fiddling with the game controller, âthatâs fine. Once he comes back I can show him what losing feels like.â
âJesus, youâre something else,â Hobi laughs, leaning back.
But after about ten minutes of waiting, the boys decidedly chose to take on each other until their missing friend returned. After going through two turns Jimin chooses to be the guy who gets up and check on him.
Opening the sliding door to the kitchen and stepping inside, Jimin realizes Yoongi is still on the phone, and itâs obvious itâs from his mom. He remains silent, but when Yoongi turns around he mouths âare you coming back or what?â
He shakes his head, furrowing his brows as his mother continues to talk and talk. One thing he doesnât quite appreciate is that sheâs the type to keep someone on the phone as long as possible. You can say something, anything, and sheâll chime in with, âoh, let me tell you about this new technique I found on the internetâŚâ or some other slightly relatable thing and so on and so forth.
âThatâs really great, Mom. Iâm happy youâve been picking up a few hobbies,â Yoongi juggles his phone between his shoulder and ear, keeping his phone steady while he takes a beer out of the fridge, cracking it open and taking a swig. "Before I forget, what was it you wanted to tell me?â
Heâs been trying to get it out of her three times, but she just gets distracted by other topics. It takes a minute for her to tell him everything, and as she does, a smile overtakes his features and grows ever wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. He takes a glance at Jimin, mouthing that heâll be off soon, he just needs everyone to be patient.
âThatâs good news. Iâd love to help out.â He tells her. âDonât worry. You can always count on me to be there. We'll talk more later, okay? I promise. Tell dad I said hi.â With that, he says his goodbyes and hangs up.
âWhat was that about? Youâre missing the whole game. Jungkook's beating everyone.â
âI didnât know it was going to take that long,â Yoongi takes another swig of his drink and shrugs, âbut I have good news.â
âAnd youâre going to tell me...?â
âMom wants to do a bible study on Wednesday at Sun Hee's place.â Yoongi reveals, walking up to his friend. âSomething different, maybe with a few more people. Sheâd like it if we both came along.â
âOkayâŚâ Jimin murmurs, waiting for him to shell out the rest of the details.
"Y/n's mom will be there. That means her daughter might come too, either out of choice or obligation. You know how mothers are."Â
It takes a second for Jimin to comprehend what Yoongi is saying, and when it dawns on him his eyes glint with the same appeal.
Nothing could be better than this. Well⌠thatâs not completely true. Cumming in your tight little pussy came first on his top ten best experiences.
âI think that gives her plenty of time to come to a decision," Jimin nods, more to himself than anything, "since I suspect sheâs going to try and avoid us.â
âOf course."
Yoongi believes that he knows you better than you know yourself already. His intuition is rarely wrong and making risky assumptions are his forte.
âSheâs stubborn. Some learn the first time around, others take a little more convincing."
This is why Jimin adores his older friend. He's rarely ever wrong.
âSo, do you plan guys plan on coming back or what?â
Eyes are drawn to the door, the two of them whip around to see Taehyung leaning against the door frame.
âWe could really use two more players.â
âYoongi was on the phone with his mom, you know how it is," Jimin explains as smoothly as he slips one of the bottles out of Yoongi's hands. The man doesn't even care to fight, since he got it for Jimin in the first place.
âTalking your ear off again, huh?â
âYou know it,â Yoongi walks past Taehyung, and the youngest turns sideways to let him out respectfully.
âJust how much of that conversation did you catch?â Jimin eyes the other blonde. He doesn't want to blow the cover he's crafted when he was hoping to reveal it a little at a time. Tell it like a juicy piece of fruit someone can't wait to sink their teeth in because if thereâs anything the boys love talking about it, itâs the arts, gaming, and everyone's favorite: sexual conquests.
âAbout what?â Taehyungâs eyes are innocent and wide, and although Jimin canât quite tell if heâs deceiving him or not, he won't dwell on it.
One blond follows the other out of the kitchen, and within moments theyâre invested in a competitive match of wits and reflexes.
But with Jimin's back turned, Taehyung canât stop his little secretive smile.
Of course, he didn't hear anything.Â
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sorry luv, idek who that is
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requests opening...? yeah, itâs open!
ok, now letâs lay down some ground rules. set some boundaries of what i will and wonât write at this present moment (perhaps subject to change, but i doubt it) bc tbh if i canât vibe with it, i canât focus on writing it! and iâd rather break some hearts now than have to deny more asks than iâd like. </3
ing i am open to: one-shots, short chaptered stories, long chaptered stories, one-shots that become all of those... as well as ideas that just might generally flourish into s/t more! if i get an ask with certain themes or kinks desired, and it sparks me to add my own further embellishments or revise a few things, iâm totally going to run with it - esp if it becomes a new thing for me to have fun working on in my free time!Â
rn, i have one ongoing fic iâm working on on here and AO3. i didnât want to overwhelm myself with anything more at first. but thatâs then and this is now! ya girl already has some ideas for more content, but iâm greedy and i canât help but want more. ââ(ăăâ)
if youâre unsure about s/t i havenât covered, or need specifics pls feel to ask about it. iâll try to answer your question the best i can!
the forbidden no-no fruit:
⣠piss/scat playÂ
⣠ddlg dynamicsÂ
⣠large age gaps (where it matters) including minors
⣠abo dynamics (letâs approach this one carefully)
⣠some people are turned off by rly kinky smut, or pain, or hardcore gore, or things that make them rly rly scared. i think iâm allergic to tooth-rotting fluff in excessive amounts, so tread carefully in your expectations of meÂ
i really think thatâs all. everything else should be on the table!
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thank u everyone whoâs followed, liked, and reblogged from here so far, and thank u for being patient as i get âbetween two sinnersâ caught up to date on this platform. i really look forward to letting my ideas flourish here & interacting with all of u that come thru here!Â
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4 / ? | Lesson Learned.
chapter synopsis. just what have you gotten yourself into, little lamb?
pairings. yoongi x reader. jimin x reader. eventual 0t7
genre. a little psychological, smut â¨
word count. 6.9k
next chapter â¸
WARNINGS! dub con / non con ahead, rough sex, sub!reader, a lot of dirty talk, coercion, heavy degradation, slut shaming, manipulation, manhandling, oral (m & f receiving), forced orgasm, spit-roasting, choking, hair pulling, creampie, religious imagery & guilt
authorâs note. sorry, everyone, there was technical delays with getting ch 4 posted because tumblr posts = trash glitches but itâs all good now bc i had the time to deal with it, itâs fine!Â
I think weâre gonna stay.
The tone of Jiminâs voice is playful, though final. It takes you one, two, three seconds to register what that means for you, flinching when you feel the possessive hand sliding up your spine again. It means to keep you in place. His mouth ghosts over your jaw, nuzzling it, and you feel something faintâoh my god, you realizeâis his tongue, soft and moist, against it. You shudder. Despite your proclamations, your body canât deny that something so simple feels kind of good.
âThis is very unorthodox,â You whine both their names, nervous and hyper-aware of your surroundings now. You jump as a presenceâYoongiâs presenceâgets closer.
âTurn her around,â Yoongi says, and if either of them heard you, they make no impression to indicate it. Two sets of strong hands are twisting your body around to where they want you, which is to display you like some sort of five-course meal on Jiminâs lap, your back pressed to his lithe chest. This way, youâre spread out for their gazes to drink in. You feel small, smaller than youâve ever felt, in the here and now.
You have a clear name for the look that swirls in Yoongiâs eyes, and itâs the budding signs of lust. If only you could see yourself through his eyes; your skirt completely scrunched up to your waist, a permanent fixture that serves to accentuate your luscious thighs. Then thereâs your blouse, a crinkled mess that barely contains what they conceal, hugging you in perfection.Â
âTake this off.â He directs, and just like that, Jiminâs hands are going to undo the first button he feels out, making quick work of the garment. That jump-starts your limps into action, something they were momentarily failing to do before, and in order to preserve your modesty, you pry at the hands that tug and pull at it, scrambling to grip your blouse shut.
âGet off me,â You protest, a fight brewing in you, while you attempt to twist around and dislodge the hands that donât seem to be hindered by your rebuttals. In fact, itâs like they predict it in advance. Jimin's well ahead of you.Â
âJust relax.â Yoongi has the audacity to shush you, leaning over your bowed, struggling form to wind a hand in your locks of hair and grip your head to the side. Hard enough to make you still and stop, your eyes wide and rapt in attention. You gaze into endless brown eyes. Your world closes in on you, having Yoongiâs face so close to yours, his mouth just inches away from kissing youâŚ
And then you remember, youâre just a helpless lamb, trapped in a lionâs den, made to be their next meal. You can't forget that.Â
You know thereâs something deeply wrong with you when despite having these realizations as they fall upon you, one by one, your fear-addled brain still has the time to admire your assaulterâs face. You canât help but look from his eyes to his lips next as he talks to you. They look so soft. Or so youâve imagined, you think hotly, and with ill-timing.
âLook at me.â
You do, lids snapping up. He has your attention now.
âYouâre gonna calm down, and youâre gonna stop thisââ he gestures to your labored breathing from struggling, ââcrap.â
You shiver when his voice drops to a dangerously low level, voice deep. Where is this coming from? Where is this all coming from? You shiver again. From his voice and from the feeling of cool air caressing your shoulders, your chest, your stomach. Jiminâs talented fingers have managed to get off every last button, leaving the blouse to hang idly off each shoulder, sheer bra, and ample swelling of your breasts exposed. You shake underneath him as the blond runs his hands down your arms.
âSheâs shaking, Hyung,â Jimin points out, much to your distress, âshe must be nervous.â
Yoongi makes a noise halfway between a sound of recognition and amusement, a twinkle in his eyes.
âYouâve got nothing to be nervous about,â Jimin coos, kissing your shoulder. It doesnât distract you from the hand that slips underneath the wire of your bra, though. âWe just want to get to know you better.â
âAll of you,â Yoongi adds, for good and clear measure. He doesnât bother hiding his smile behind his teeth anymore.
âYou donâtâyou donât have to do this,â You protest, heart beating like a rabbit when Jiminâs wandering hand brushes the edge of your panties. Your legs practically draw shut at the intrusion. âStopâhelp meââ
âWhat did I say.â Yoongi interrupts you with a tight squeeze to your throat, causing you to choke out your next syllables and fall quiet altogether. Your heart is furious in your chest, blood pounding in your ears. Your only blessing is that he doesnât choke you to hurt you. Itâs a warning, a small demonstration of what he could do to you if he really wanted to. You understand the message. âDonât scream.â
A part of you wants to say fuck the consequences and do it anyways. Do it because heâs telling you not to. But Jiminâs way well ahead of you and speaks before you even have the idea to think it.
âDonât be silly,â Jimin warns, his hands hot on your sides. Yoongiâs hands, with a gentleness that beguiles him, parts your thighs.
âYou know everyoneâs left and gone home. Everyone except you. And you also know that the next group of people wonât be here for the next several hours when evening service rolls around. So, until then, youâre alone and all ours.â
"Frankly, there's nothing you can do about it.â Yoongi nods in agreement, smacking your thigh when you fail him. âSo, behave.â
Your thoughts have gone from anxious, to wild and dangerous. You face one fact: youâre one and theyâre two. The chances of you escaping are slim. Youâre truly beginning to understand that. One of the pressing questions that overwhelm your mind is why you? Out of everyone, why single you out? You wish you could understand it, youâre trying, but your mind crops up with a blank. This doesnât make sense. You want it to make sense, but it's so out of your vision.
As your confusion continues to sink in, Yoongi is there to watch it take over. Once heâs sure the truth of the matter has settled in that pretty head of yours, he rewards you with a caress of your cheek and bends down to close what distance between you and him there is. Your thought from earlier comes back full force, hitting you with a dose of butterflies despite your resistance. His mouth against yours feels unbearably soft, like the petals of any fragrant flower. You can smellâeven taste something sweet from it, and for half a second you nearly find yourself relaxing. It's like kissing the man you thought he'd be.Â
You freeze. Thatâs a dangerous thought. And this is a dangerous time. Were you really that desperate? Willing to submit with barely a kiss? Youâre reminded of the hand around your throat. These arenât acts of love, of someone who likes me. You canât let your body get this twisted when you know in your heart that thisâall of thisâis undeniably wrong. Itâs wrong. Just like itâd be wrong for you to even entertain the hunger in their hearts, with you as their possession.
But Yoongi doesnât think so. He believes differently, thinks otherwise. He takes your confusion as silent affirmation, so what starts off as exploitative pecks against your mouth turns into an insistent nibble at your bottom lip. He wants a taste of you, and heâll be damned if he lets you deny him that.
âMm, thatâs better.â He hums, happy when you obey. You swallow, on edge. He applies no pressure, so thereâs no active threat taking place, but it leaves you breathless from the warning alone it poses. âSo pretty when you listen.â
Your ears turn hot at that, your heart squeezing around another stilted breath.
âGod, she is,â Jimin leans into your back, his voice hot in your ear. He punctuates that statement with a roll of his hips, just so you can feel the hard length of his cock digging into your bare ass, pressing hot and insistent against you through your thin layers. âJust look at these perky tits, Hyung. Been wanting to feel these for ages."
Jimin hooks his fingers into your bra faster than a kid can blow his birthday candles out. The sheer bra is yanked up over your chest, snapping against your neck. Now bare, both sets of men let out a collective groan; Yoongiâs pupils blowing out at the sight of you. Greedy hands from behind you come to cup them, roll the nipples between their fingers just so youâll keep squirming in his lap, teasing him with the friction it provides. Â
You let out a cry, inching up his surprisingly lithe body, yours overheating at the two sets of hands that grab and pull at you. Yoongiâs eyes bore into yours, watching for every fleck and change in your expression as Jimin pinches one nipple particularly hard. It makes you hiss, much to Yoongiâs delight.
While youâre helpless against their actions, forced to react shamelessly, theyâre soaking every inch up, using it and you as fuel for their own arousal.
âSee? Doesnât that feel nice?â Jimin slows down, soothing the nub he just brutalized. âIt does, doesnât it. I wonder what else youâll let me see.â
Itâs Jiminâs hand that rubs you over your underwear, making you choke on your plea. You give it one last go at snapping your legs shut out of instinct, but Yoongi prevents you from doing that, keeping them pinned apart. His face says it all: he dares you to keep it up and see what happens. And then, itâs gone, morphing into something else entirely.
âJiminâs barely touched you over this slutty pair of underwear, baby, and youâre so responsive.â Yoongi sounds so sweet and yet his words cut. Something hits you in the gut at his words, and you shake your head ânoâ as if you can shake the notion off.
âTheyâreâtheyâre not slutty,â you defend. Thatâs not true.
âThey are,â Jimin affirms. Yoongi nods sagely.
âLook at this lacy shit. Why else would you wear them out if you didnât want someone to see them?â The blond tells you, as you if you should feel bad for your poor choices. But then he has an epiphany, one that turns his tone into one of entertainment. âI bet you wanted us to see, huh? Thatâs why you went through the trouble to match.â
âIâŚI donât alwaysâŚâ You fail to defend, face hot when he rubs his hand brazenly through your tights. The sensation it elicits causes you to choke on your syllables, shame coursing through you at how easily your body reacts to just a touch and a tease. Your mind knows better, but your body doesn't.Â
âYou donât what, baby?â Yoongi hums, voice dripping with intent. He has to readjust his dick in his slacks at the sight of Jimin rubbing you between your legs, causing you to squirm and shudder over him, your face knit into expressions heâs never seen on you before. Not until today. âYou donât always wear lace and blouses this tight? Or skirts this short? Flaunting your perky tits around without any shame, just so Jiminie and I will take pity and notice them?â
Thatâs not true. You do feel shame. You feel an unspeakable amount of it. Your head drops back against the softness of Jiminâs shoulder, cradled by it. Your eyes begin to swell with the beginning of tears, starting to believe what you thought were once just ill-found accusations, but now youâre not so sure. The reasons you had to defend yourself fade into the background. Havenât you at least once thought about it? Wearing something just a little flirtatious so theyâd think of you the next day? Just fantasies you tried not to indulge in. Maybe you were just as bad as you feared.
Perhaps itâs cruel of them to find even an ounce of pleasure in those opal tears threatening to bubble around the corner of your lashes, but in their defense, you make too provocative of an image to ignore; too pretty of a mess to make out of. In their perspective, you might as well have brought this upon yourself.
âYouâre a bad girl,â Yoongi says, a matter of fact, with a glimpse of white teeth. He rids himself of the buttons on his sleeves, rolling them up to his arms. Arms youâve admired before on the rare occasion heâs wear something with short sleeves. They flex as he crouches down. âA tease. But weâre gonna fix that.â
Yoongiâs hands go for the hemline of your tights, snatching them down your hips like a man with practiced ease. Jimin helps by lifting your ass just enough for the eldest to get them down your thighs, past your knees, until heâs tugging them off along with your heels. You lose the tiniest bit of warmth with your legs now bare and nothing to obstruct Yoongiâs eyes, admiring and hungry, from your core.
âPlease,â You tuck your head to the side, arms held still by Jiminâs surprisingly strong hands, just in case you have second thoughts about listening. Truth be told, you donât know what youâre asking for, but you shiver in nervousness when Yoongiâs close enough to feel his breath against your pelvis. âYou donât have toâah!â
Youâre ashamed of the moan that spills out when he pulls your panties aside and licks a broad stripe along your center. You make no eye contact, eyes falling on the door. The door that Yoongi locked, trapping you here. So long as you donât look at the man between your legs, violating you with a flick of his soft pink tongue, you can survive the embarrassment of this. Your resolve goes out the window when he pulls your panties down and tosses them somewhere in the room, then back to where he was.
âHyung,â Jimin murmurs in appreciation, happy to see your panties go wayside. You donât know what itâs for, but Yoongi does. He takes a minute to answer his companion, too focused on swirling his tongue in search of your clit before diving between your folds to taste the middle. When he finally moves away from your trembling form, itâs with a wicked lick of his lips, shiny with your arousal. Shame practically drowns you. He got you wet, and for what?Â
âYouâve got such a sweet little pussy,â He states, unashamed, running two of his fingers through your center. It takes everything in you not to arch into his touch. âI canât wait to stuff it full of my cock. But first, I think Jiminie deserves some too.â
Your eyes widen at Yoongiâs vulgarity, speechless. A dark part of you doesnât mind the idea, more fearful of the unknown than anything. More than you are disgusted. Your pelvic muscles clench as the turmoil for yourself builds. Yoongi can see it written all over your face as he picks apart your myriad of emotions.Â
âI sure fucking do,â Jimin growls, thrusting up into your ass while his fingers come down to meet Yoongiâs. He dips his finger between your folds too, collecting your wetness between his fingers. You gasp at the invasion as he pulls them away to give his fingers a look. His eyes practically darken at the results. âYouâre wet from just this? Hyung, get her ass on the couch. I want her on her back.â
Yoongi follows his request, grabbing both your arms and maneuvering you around like a little old rag doll, pushing you onto your back. You hit the cushions with a soft bounce, watching as Jimin switches places with Yoongi so fast you can hardly blink first. He looks at you like youâre not even y/n anymore, youâre something to objectify, and you can see the desire that takes over the dark depths of his pretty rounded eyes.
You canât believe someone so sweet and innocent looking could be so full of raw sin and bad intentions.
âFinally,â The blond exhales, eyes glued to your glistening lips. He thinks you look positively juicy like this, despite your efforts to hide it with your hands, blocking his line of vision.
âStop looking,â You raise your voice as you command it, far more demanding in their opinion than you have any right to be.
âImpossible, Jagi.â He shifts back on the couch to hover his face over your core, pillow lips grazing your inner thigh. "Remember, youâre mine right now. Iâm gonna look all I want.â
His mouth descends on you, and your pelvis does jerk away when he wastes nothing to find your clit, rolling his tongue around it in tight little circles when it's found. Doesnât he care that Yoongiâs mouth was just on you? Doesnât he mind sharing? Youâve never known two men who were so gung-ho about going after the same girl. Usually, thereâs jealousy involved, but usually, it's just not done like this. What you do see is teamwork in keeping you at their mercy. You're so screwed.Â
You try to avoid that fact by covering your face since your arms have some freedom to do as they want. You squeeze your eyes shut, blocking out the sensations Jiminâs energetic tongue rises out of you. Yoongi wonât have that; he wants you to suffer from the pleasure you experience. He wants you to cave; he wants you begging.
Yoongi pins your wrists down as your hips thrust off the couch, straight against the pressure of Jiminâs flickering tongue, and just as quickly drop, a bashful cry leaves you, eyes consumed with confusion and leaking tears. Jimin pulls you down the couch some more to get better control of you. You wish you werenât so sensitive, making it so easy for them to manipulate your body to how they see fit. Â
Itâs mortifying how easy and fast he brings you closer and closer to your peak, sucking you with just the right alternating moves and soothing licks. He regards you closely, noting every twitch spasm of your thighs, listening for every gasp of air you haul in. He wonât relent until youâre shivering underneath him, tightening his grip on your thighs to keep you down. He doesnât want you running away from his mouth when youâre so close to tipping over and he's going to bring you there. He can feel it, taste it on his tongue.
âPleaseâPlease donât, please stop, I d-donât want to cum,â You babble, shaking your head as you look up at Yoongi, pleading with half-lidded eyes. âI don't want to do this, please guys, I canâtââ
âToo bad, baby,â Yoongi denies you, thumbing your wrist. You donât call the shots here, he does.
You never get a chance to say anything back, rendered a babbling mess as Jiminâs tongue takes you to your peak in just a matter of minutes, stars blinding the corners of your eyes. You chant something you canât quite hear from yourself, but it has both men smiling as wide as two sharks as you come down, panting and huffing. Jiminâs tongue continuous to lap at you, drinking you in, and when itâs time for him to pull away youâre confused when he doesnât.
He just squeezes your thighs, refusing to let them go. To let you go. He keeps at it, running his tongue over you to collect your wetness, slurping it away until thereâs nothing left. Not until you make more. Jimin eats you out like heâs enjoying his last meal and he wants to savor every swallow. Mercilessly he goes back to lapping at your clit, ignoring your pleas for him to give up.
âI canâtâItâs too much, itâs too muchââ But Jimin pointedly ignores you and your cries to stop. You won't make it, not with how badly your legs are shaking, your hips twisting in vain in his grip. The fact that you canât move very far or effectively increases your sense of helplessness, forcing you to realize that you have to take everything that Jimin gives you. There isn't a no. Not one that matters to him. You quake under Yoongiâs tight hold around your wrists, attempting to jerk them free. Anything to push away Jiminâs wicked, punishing mouth.
âYou can and you will,â Jimin purrs against you, kitten licks against your quivering clit.
Jimin looks positively feral, one thick finger pressed gently against your hole, teasing it by circling it. He pushes in, brows furrowed, up till the first knuckle and mutters a curse for everyone to hear. âWhenâs the last time anyoneâs fucked you, Jagi? Youâre so tight.â
âAnswer him,â Yoongi says when you donât.
âIâI donât know,â You sputter between labored breaths, words frantic and unwilling to give such a personal part of yourself away. You bite your lip, hard. âAt least a few⌠a few years.â
âIsnât that a shame and a blessing,â Jimin hums like he's happy to hear that, and pushes his finger in the rest of the way, nudging you deeper than even youâve ventured in a long time. Jimin lets out another curse as you throw your head back, ashamed at how good it feels to feel Jiminâs tongue back where it was while he slowly pumps a finger in. Youâre not so sure you can handle another orgasm so soon.
You donât get to make the decisions, however, when Jimin goes back to hyper-fixating on what's between your legs, making noises youâve never heard a man make before. Not like this. Then again, youâve never been eaten out as enthusiastically as now and youâve never had two orgasms in a row from someone. Jiminâs not inexperienced, you can tell by the way he's learning to read your resisting body. He watches you reach your peak again; another grand crescendo is about to befall you. With the added stimulation of a second finger pushing in past the first, itâs too much sensation at once.
I canât handle this, I canât, you shudder, feeling as if your body is going to go crazy. Warmth spreads throughout every inch of you. It washes over you in waves, reminiscent of the blinding sun behind your eyes. Thereâs a moment of extreme tiredness that washes over you too, all from cumming for the second time within a matter of minutes. Youâre a trembling mess once heâs done with you, eyes downcast and hazy.
Briefly, you catch out of the corner of your eye the three bibles that lay haphazard on the table, reminding you of your place in this. You feel shame hit every deep, sensitive, guilty nerve, snapping your head in the other direction. Was this all a plan? A ruse? To get you alone, and vulnerable...
âSo good, and so fucking wet for me,â Jimin smacks his perfect pillow lips, his words ringing in your ears. It takes a while for your senses to come back to you, and then youâre disorientated all over again when Jimin drops your thighs and Yoongi gets up. You notice the warmth of his lap is immediately gone, leaving you to be hot and flushed all by yourself. You lay there, not ready to move or be moved.
Jimin bends down and crawls over your body, shielding you from the roomâs light and casting you in his shadow. He looks down at you, a predatorâs stare, and when your shifty eyes drift down you can see how hard he is, slacks tented and strained. For a moment you think heâs about to kiss you, but he ducks his head, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You can feel his lips on the skin there, licking, biting, sucking until blood rushes to the surface and leaves a deep red hickey in its wake. You squirm the whole time, mouth open and incapable of holding back your voice as he leaves something of himself on you.
âYouâre really vocal. I love that.â He says when heâs done, satisfied with his work. âAnd guess what? Itâs time for you to get down.â
He grins, lifting you up by the head with him. He pulls you into his chest as he stands, and youâre almost thankful for it because of your wobbling legs. Cumming twice wiped you out, leaving you a mess of unstable nerves.
You let out a totally undignified yelp when Yoongi spins you around and aids you into a kneeling position. This way youâre face to face with his hand as goes to undo his zipper, pulling out what you can only describe as a cock you donât think is going to fit in you. You swallow thickly, eyes shifting from side to side, your hands twitching in your lap. Uncertainty has never felt so deep.
âHereâs what youâre gonna do,â Yoongi smiles something absolutely sinful, expectation and excitement written all over him. You peek at the revealed skin youâve never once thought you were going to bear actual witness to. âYouâre gonna get up on your knees and youâre gonna put my cock in your mouth.â
Yoongi licks his lips, waiting for you to comply. Jimin really likes you like this based on how hard he's chewing on his lip. To them, youâre like a well-wrapped present on Christmas morning they canât wait to tear it open and get their fingers in. Thereâs just something undeniably pleasing about making a mess out of someone that once looked so perfectly put together. When you make no move, stunned by his bluntness, he decides to make it happen by gripping your hair and helping you there.
âSuck,â The eldest instructs, and red in the cheeks you slowly do, much to his satisfaction. You donât get a say in the matter when Yoongi takes a hold of your jaw, angling you just right so your mouth is aligned with the head of his cock. You open your mouth without prompting, and he swirls the velvety head against your plump lips, wetting them with the bit of pre-cum thatâs gathered there, before feeding you the first couple of inches. You handle it perfectly well, but you forgot about what the burn of a stretching jaw felt like, having something so hot and heavy in your mouth. âThatâs a good girl. Look at me while you do it.â
âI guess she can follow directions.â Jimin snickers, distracting you. Yoongi gives your cheek a light tap, redirecting you. âWho knew all she needed was a good cock in her.â
Your ears prickle at hearing Jimin talk like that, a spider-like sensation skittering down your spine as you work Yoongi with your tongue, lapping at the underside of his cock. All for the sake of self-preservation, you convince yourself, youâll be earnest in your efforts to please him. When you pull back to take in some air, he grips your hair tighter, holding you there while he thrusts his hips. You can see the twitch in his thigh muscles strain as he does, groaning when he hits the back of your throat, your eyes watering. You look up at him like he told you to. You donât want to be smacked any harder, just in case he has that in mind.
âWhereâd you learn how to suck cock so good, baby?â Youâre too busy trying not to gag to answer, artlessly attempting to swallow around him. And thatâs okay, he doesnât mind. Itâs better this way. âYou suck like a little slut.â
âFuck, thatâs really hot,â Jimin huffs and you can hear him shuffling next to you, âjust donât hog her, Hyung.â
Yoongi forces you to take another inch, but you resist, putting your hands on his thighs to push him away. You helplessly try to prevent it from going down your throat, but Yoongi holds you there until heâs happy, letting the saliva build up in your mouth and get him nice and wet. Your throat just feels so good butterflying around the head of his cock, making him shudder in pure pleasure.
When heâs done with you, he pulls out, a string of saliva trailing. You use this opportunity to gasp for air, clutching at your throat. Your throat burns from the unexpected intrusion, a slight ache in your jaw from being used.
Your reprieve doesnât last long. Jimin hauls you back up on your knees, so you sit up properly. You want to ask for some mercy, but your pride gets the best of you. Itâs one of the few things that have remained intact. Not unlike your sensitive and bruised nipples. Not your pussy, wet from their mouths and your own arousal wetting your thighs, much to your mortification.
The head of another dripping cock is pressed to your lips, urging you to open wide for him. Jiminâs used whatâs gathered there to lubricate his shaft, making it easier to stroke himself. Heâs still heady with the faint taste of you and now he canât wait to feel your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him, just like your pussy is gonna be. He swears itâs a dream come true when you finally take him into your mouth, muttering under his breath. It was difficult enough having Yoongi in your mouth, but Jimin's a little thicker and that makes it tougher for you, causing you to let out a mild whimper.Â
Jimin takes to holding the back of your head too, tilting it just right so he can feel the bulge of his cock inside your cheek. His mouth parts, tongue peeking out to lick one luscious lip. Itâs too much. His shaft twitches when you suck him in, pumping your head back and forth of your own volition. You should hate the way he sounds when he moansâitâs so pretty to your ears when it shouldnât be. The way his eyelashes flutter shut, unable to prevent the jerk of his hips, fucking into your mouth in slow, steady strokes.
âGood girl,â Jimin praises, those half-lidded eyes on you. Another urge rolls around in your tummy, wanting to hide your face from the intimate and depraved acts youâre performing for them. âGet it nice and wet for me so I can fuck that sweet pussy. God, I canât wait. And youâre gonna fucking take it.â
With that, Jimin lets out a snarl, pulling you off with another wet plop. His cock stands proud, thick, and glistening, so close to nudging your cheek.
âGet on that fucking couch,â He tells you. You turn around to look at Yoongi, whoâs been enjoying the free show with a languid stroke of his cock. It looks like youâre never fast enough for them, so Jimin manhandles you there, knocking you onto your knees so your face hovers over Yoongiâs occupied lap. Jiminâs ready even if youâre not.
âI donât want to hear a word from you unless itâs moaning like the little slut you are,â His words cut through your carefully held together façade. He says it so matter of fact, just like Yoongi did. You're a slut.Â
âIâmâIâm not,â You hang your head, waiting for that tell-tale sign of Jimin pressing his weeping cock to your entrance. He doesnât just shove it in, thank god, because you definitely wouldnât be able to stay quiet if he did that. But he could, your mind supplies, with how fucking wet you are. Maybe you are a slut. Maybe they are right, and theyâre just seeing the real you; the dirty, guilty you.
The more they say it, and the more you think it, the more truth you start to see in it.
âWhat did I say,â Jimin smacks your ass, making you flinch away. He smacks you again for that too.
You open your mouth to respond, but your words get stuck in your throat. For half a second you find yourself about to apologize for not listening, for moving when you shouldnât have. Heâs just trying to fill you up as you deserve, but there is a part of you that understands the severity of the situation youâre in. Itâs not right for you to apologize, even if you do listen to what he says in the end.
You stay still, your trembling in trepidation when he pushes the head in. Your pussy doesnât resist him, too slick not to. Jimin can tell by the way you squeeze around him that itâs going to be a tight fit. It makes his hips buck, gentleness and slowness all but abandoned as he abruptly thrusts in the rest of the way, filling you to the brim. It takes everything in you not to wail, grasping the nearest thing in front of you: Yoongiâs lean thigh, fingernails digging into the flesh.
He tolerates the pinch of pain, petting your hair. It throws you off how gentle he is, so at odds with his currently severe persona and the way Jimin pistons his hips into your ass, cheeks clapping, your pussy wrapped around him like you were made to be fucked. And from behind, Jimin thinks the perfect shape of your ass and the curve of your waist is the hottest sight heâs ever seen. Itâs second to the way your hair sways when he grabs you by the hips and throws you back onto his cock, huffing from the exertion.
Yoongiâs tired of not having at least half your attention, so heâs guiding your mouth to his straining cock as he watches you being taken from behind. Jimin makes sure to leave no inch of you unfilled, hitting the deepest spots inside of you; deeper than any of your fingers could ever go, deeper than theyâve ever gone. It has you seeing stars, biting your bottom lip to hold back your frustrations, only to fail miserably. You can barely keep Yoongiâs cock in your mouth from all the jostling. Your vision spins when he buries himself to the hilt, your back bowing naturally in response.
âSheâs so fucking tight, Hyung,â He hisses, barely out of stamina. He pumps into you nice and deep, pulling one of your legs back on the couch when you start to slip. Bending over, he reaches under you to briefly cup one of your breasts, squeezing, cupping, pinching your already hard nubs. His dick twitches inside you, hardening even more, and you can tell heâs about to come. Heâs about to cum inside you.
âJ-Jiminââ You whine, whipping your head back to look at him, eyes pleading not to. Youâre all but ignored. The blondâs too far gone to stop let alone process what youâre asking of him, and before you know it, heâs rocking his well-defined hips into you, cock twitching as he paints your insides.Â
âAhââ He pants, rocking to a stop. He doesnât pull out right away, leaning over to kiss your ear, smiling with the most sated and relaxed expression on his face. âYour pussy feels too fucking good, Jagi. I want to do it again.â
And then he does pull away, reluctantly so, and leaves you on your trembling knees, admiring the way your pussy looks when the first ooze of his cum comes dripping out. Heâs fast to stuff it back in with a few of his fingers, brandishing another kiss to one of your ass cheeks.
âItâs Hyungâs turn,â He smiles, patting it.Â
âThatâs right,â Yoongi murmurs, voice thick and sweet as molasses, patting his lap. Thereâs not a second to spare. âCome here.â
You look at him apprehensively, doing as youâre told, nonetheless. You know what this means, and you swing your leg over Yoongiâs lap with your hands crossed over your chest. You donât want to flaunt them in his face, but thatâs exactly what he wants.
âMove your arms out of the way unless you want me to make you.â He orders. âPut them behind your back.â
You follow his directions, uncertain where this is going. What Yoongiâs going to do to you. Heâs so demanding that you never would have expected this side of a quiet, polite Yoongi. With your arms crossed, his cock rests just a few inches away from your aching entrance. The look on his face as he looks between the two of your bodies, so close to connecting, says he wants to be inside you more than anything. Heâs wanted it the second he locked the door behind you; the second he got to watch Jimin fuck you like your body was just something to get himself off.
Yoongi growls at the thought, incensed, and once he gets you in the right position, heâs settling his hands on your hips and shoving you down in one fell swoop. You sob, the burn still evident. Not as bad as Jimin, but close enough to remember for the next several days. Itâs overstimulating, tears resurfacing as he wastes no time bouncing you up and down on his cock without care.
You let out a string of noises as Yoongi fucks up into you relentlessly, slamming you down his length with the perfect timing of his thrusts. Heâs waited too long to be patient any longer. Youâre afraid of losing your balance at this rate, and when you start to lean forward a little too much, he snags one of your breasts in his mouth and yanks you back by your soft hair. He can smell the shampoo you use, caressing his sense of smell as it tickles his face.
âThatâs it,â He moans, growling as he keeps your back bowed, finding a particularly vicious rhythm. Your face is scrunched in pure ecstasy, and he swears your pussy clenches around him so tight itâs like itâs trying to milk him for all heâs worth. âMake me cum.âÂ
You donât protest this time, knowing itâs too late and too pointless to try and prevent whatâs to happen. You hiccup another pathetic moan, shaking your head despite the undeniable.
âYouâre squeezing me so tight,â Yoongi jeers, the smacking of your bodies joining ringing loud in the quiet room. His lap is wet with your juices. He swears he can feel your next orgasm building up against your will, based on how your pussy flutters around him, and it excites him ten-fold. He doubles his efforts, fingernails digging into your hips, goaded on by his own lust. There are going to be bruises tomorrow, definitely, based on how it burns. âYour pussy is making the most obscene sounds, too. And yet you want to act like you donât want every inch of our cocks, you lying slut.â
Youâve come twice, so getting to your third doesnât take long, not when Yoongi fucks you like a toy on his lap. Your arms are starting to ache behind your back, but it just adds to the boiling heat in your gut. Jimin helps you out by holding both your wrists easily with his hand to keep you angled just right. You can feel it coming, youâre so, so close, if Yoongi just kept going, kept hitting that spot inside you, youâd be pushed over the edge in a matter of seconds.
âFuck, youâre so fucking hotââ And then Yoongi is cursing, hips slamming into you once, twice, and then heâs filling you up nice and thick with spurts of his cum. You can feel it leak out, heart heavy, and core throbbing with the lack of release. You sob, denied. Itâs possibly one of the worst feelings ever, nearly reaching your high only to have it stop like a lover leaving in the night.
Yoongi keeps you seated in your lap, letting his dick slowly soften in you while he takes a moment to catch his breath, his long neck exposed when he tilts it over the couch headrest. Black hair falls off his forehead. Youâre breathing just as hard, afraid you were going to break in the end. Your thighs burn with the intensity of such a workout, even though Yoongi did most of the work getting you to get him off.Â
It seems by the knowing look in Yoongiâs eyes and the flick of his tongue that he knew you were close to your peak. Close to cumming all over his cock. But the look on your face when you were denied in the end? Couldn't put a price tag on it. Heâs imprinted everything heâs just borne witness to in his memory.Â
You swear youâre not bitter about it.
You should be thankful you didnât cum. Youâre not supposed to have wanted any of this. Now that itâs over, all you want to do is curl in on yourself, keenly aware of your nudity and their lack of it.
âNext time, if youâre a really good girl...â Jimin coos, coming to your side. A smile plays at his lips. Heâs already tucked himself back into his pants, already making himself more presentable than your state of being. â... we might make you cum again.â
Just as you catch your breath, your heart stops, your whole body racked with tension.
â... Next time?â You choke out, feeling like your world just came down around you.
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[210209 JIMIN ON WEVERSE] ÂŠď¸ translation
đĽ i mith chuuu (i miss you but in aegyo)
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