❝we're not sluts, we're stress relievers❞
seven submissive boys trying to win the affection of one impenetrable gang godmother with a taste for vengeance and repentance all at the same time.
"llıʍ I 'noʎ ɹoɟ ǝɓuɐɥɔ oʇ ǝɯ ʇuɐʍ noʎ ɟı." - bts
est. 2...
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Jungkook was out of breath when he shut the door behind himself. His thoughts were jumbled and his heart was pumping adrenaline through his veins a mile a minute.
What did I just do?
Then Jungkook was giggling. He was giggling until he had to cover his mouth with his hands and bounced up and down until he reached the bed and flung himself over the sheets.
He scrambled up on his knees on the bed and reached around his pocket. The fabric that touched his fingertips felt like a sin. He bit his lip as he fished them out.
Panties. Scarlet red lace panties with roses imprinted on the sides. This woman knew her aesthetic.
Jungkook felt a whimper build in his chest and stretched the panties out in his hands, holding them up to the moonlight against the window.
Heat began to stir in his abdomen and he squeezed his thighs together to restrain himself. He felt so bad.
Jungkook froze like a bunny in headlights when moaning was heard traveling down the hallway, past his door, and into the next room over.
That was Taehyung and Jimin's room. She must be punishing Namjoon and Taehyung there. Jungkook raced to the other side of the room, hopping off his bed with the panties burning a hole in his hand.
He put his ear to the flank of the wall and held his breath, listening.
He heard the headboard of one of their beds hit the wall and soft moans once again. Taehyung's deep voice.
"P-please, Mama..."
Then Rose said something but Jungkook didn't have time to ponder over her voice before a deafening crack, the sound of skin on skin, echoed through the halls followed by a howl that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine.
He brought his hand up over his mouth, astonished only for a soft cloth to meet his lips startling him further.
The panties.
Another ear-splitting slap through the wall and the cries for more were becoming louder. "More! H-hit me harder!"
Jungkook moaned and his free hand came down to the throbbing bulge in his pants, massaging it and teasing himself.
With a pounding heart, he hesitantly brought the panties up to his twitching nose and gave a soft inhale. His heady feeling swept over him and he gave a breathy gasp at her prominent smell. "I- Oh god."
The odor of them was intoxicating, making him desperate and dizzy. All playfulness left his body, and a hot feeling of doing something bad crept into his mind. He took the cloth and opened it, sniffing it all over and massaging himself.
He heard, on the adjacent side of his wall, the jingling of metal and whimpered. Though his mind was racked with jealousy, he couldn't help but picture that it was him she was punishing.
