CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, USE OF TOYS, BONDAGE, TWO DOMS, ONE SUB, MINOR ANGST, MENTIONS OF VAPING, & FLUFF
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Taehyung leaned back against his headboard, chest glistening from the shower he'd just taken, wishing he had his vape to press up against his lips. His eldest hyung had taken it a few nights ago and never given it back. Seokjin was happy that he'd found a way to take out his stress, but the outlet he'd chosen wasn't one any of his partners would be ecstatic to hear about. If the others knew he'd started vaping again they'd tear him a new one. Especially, Jimin.
Even though he knew vaping was bad for him, he couldn't help but long for the fruity taste as the smoke rolled off of his tongue, blowing past his field of vision to disperse in the air. Taehyung sighed comfortably at the thought before realizing that he'd have to give up vaping for something else. Anything really, so as long as it was a healthier alternative. He'd already taken up the role of chef of the household; Yoongi worked alongside him to prepare meals for the others amongst the other secretive chores he attended in his time. Taehyung knew he couldn't take to the kitchen every time he felt the need to smoke, but something else did linger in the back of his mind.
Taehyung couldn't remember the last time he'd had an intimate moment with any of his partners. The one he hoped to experience the most was Seokjin, but amongst the horrific occurrences of his arrival home, they hadn't been able to have a moment alone together. Jimin and Jungkook had had their chances to sneak off together. The blonde had wandered out of the latter's room multiple times with fresh hickies lining his flushed neck. They'd also each had a moment alone with Yumin, one leaving behind the dark red and purple bruise of their teeth. The thought of such a possessive marking sent a bolt of heat through Taehyung's stomach; he wanted to force Yumin against his chest and mark her up until she was whimpering his name under her breath as she fought for air. To feel her arching into his every touch sounded like pure bliss as he began to forget about his slight addiction to smoking.
Feeling a newfound sense of energy flood his system, with a smirk playing on his pink lips Taehyung turned on his side to snatch his phone from his nightstand. As he swiped through his notifications and made for an app in particular, he could already feel the excitement begin coursing through his veins.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥😍
TAEHYUNG
Yumin
YUMIN
Hi :)
YUMIN
How are you feeling?
TAEHYUNG
Come upstairs
TAEHYUNG
Now
YUMIN
Wow, not even gonna answer me?
YUMIN
Someone's moody
TAEHYUNG
I'm serious
TAEHYUNG
I want you upstairs, now.
YUMIN
You WANT or you NEED?
YUMIN
Because if you just want me to come upstairs, then it's
not that important, now is it?🙄
TAEHYUNG
Upstairs
TAEHYUNG
Now.
YUMIN
Fine, you big baby
YUMIN
You must be on your period of something
TAEHYUNG
Don't test my patience
YUMIN
dOn'T tEsT mY pAtIeNcE-
YUMIN
You're being a real butt lately, y'know?😑
TAEHYUNG
Yumin-ah!!
YUMIN
I'm COMING JESUS😤
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I padded wordlessly to Taehyung's bedroom and stepped inside, met with the smell of shampoo and what I could only assume was bar soap. His room was dark, bed shoved in the back corner with the shirtless brunet lying amply atop his sheets. Legs crossed, arm hooked behind his head, he dropped his phone on the top of his nightstand and glared across at me while his tongue pushed up against the inside of his cheek. A chill ran up my back and rendered me motionless in his doorway as my fingers gently pushed the door shut behind me. As his eyes roamed possessively over my body; my shorts and oversized white shirt suddenly too revealing. Butterflies flitted about my lower abdomen as I watched Taehyung finally shift to stand at his full height, stalking toward me with his jaw set in annoyance.
Breath hot on my face, he curled his head close to my ear and dropped his voice almost to a growl. "What is your problem?"
"What is your problem?"
The brunet's veiny hand reached up to grip my chin, his thumb pressing down on the side of my jaw as he jerked my head to the side. "Watch your tone, Yumin. I'm not messing around."
Slowly, he pushed himself towards me, forcing me back against the wall beside his door. I went to grab for his wrist with the intent of forcing him away, but Taehyung pressed his body too close to mine for me to move, gently wedging his knee between my thighs.
"You keep trying my patience, angel. Now it's time that I do something about it...Hmm?"
Taehyung circled his knee against my crotch and forced a sigh of pleasure from my lips as I tilted my head back. His hand dropped from my chin to massage my throat and hold me against the wall; he stood wordlessly, watching my every move as his touch forced a lovely reaction from my body. I felt my spine run rigid as his free hand snaked behind my back and pressed into my skin. The momentary rage I'd experienced seconds before began to turn to lust as it bubbled in my stomach. My mind began to slip and I almost voiced a pliant need to be silenced, for Taehyung to press down on my throat as he growled in my ear for me to behave.
With a smirk, he ghosted his lips over mine, his dark brown eyes narrowed in greed and desire. "Look how good you're being for me now. Now, why couldn't you be like this when I really needed you to?"
"Fuck you," I hissed.
Taehyung's smirk vanished in seconds and I felt my heart drop down to my feet. His eyes ran cold, appearing almost lifeless as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. My breathing quickened as I pondered all the things he might do to me in a matter of seconds before he muttered harshly under his breath: "Get on the bed." I wasn't sure whether to be aroused or absolutely terrified, but the look on his face rendered me speechless as he pulled away and stared down at me. Without a sound, I padded stiffly to his bedside and sat down, my hands clasped politely in my lap as I felt waves of shame and unease wash over my shoulders. Taehyung offered me one final glare before turning towards his closet to rifle through it.
"I want your clothes off too."
"What?"
"Now."
A shuddering breath escaped me as I made to slip out of my t-shirt and shorts, discarding them on the far corner of his bed as I watched him lean further into the closet. He pulled out with two fresh, dark-colored dress ties around his wrist; my head cocked to the side as I fumbled over several questions in my head. Hearing the sternness of his commanding voice made me too nervous to speak, so I simply watched. Taehyung stalked back towards the bed, keeping a secure grip on the ties in one hand while the other slipped beneath my chin. He tilted my head up to face him, my lips falling open as he pressed ours together in a slow, intimate kiss. Hand gripping both sides of my jaw, the brunet pulled away to reveal a warm expression, immediately making my irritation and nervousness melt away as he stroked my skin with the pad of his thumb.
"You look so pretty," he whispered. Our eyes locked while his thumb slid over my bottom lip, teasing me further as I gazed pliantly up at him. "What's your safe word, angel?"
I edged away from his touch, my gaze falling in shock as I let his words resonate in my head. Taehyung stood patiently as he cupped the side of my cheek, his eyes roaming over my face as he waited for my much-needed reply. His question already answered mine; it was clear where things were headed and I would end up in his bed as a punishment, but his desire to obtain my safe word, a word I had never felt the urge to use around him or the others, made me almost frightened to continue.
I hadn't used a safeword since Yura; even then, it served no purpose. No matter how many times I begged him to stop or let me have a break, the abusive brunet would continue on as if I weren't even a living, breathing thing. I was just a doll for him to satisfy himself with, whether I wanted him to or not. My safeword stuck to the roof of my mouth, tempting me further as I wished to let it spill from my lips. I refused. I hated that word more than anything, and every time I spoke it, I almost cried. Pu- pu- p-p-p- It wouldn't come out. The longer I stayed quiet, the more worried Taehyung appeared, until finally, I forced a new set of syllables from my mouth.
"Angel."
"'Angel,'" the brunet repeated. "Perfect."
Slipping behind me, Taehyung drew his hand along my field of vision, rendering me sightless as a strand of cloth tightened around my head. An uneasy breath forced its way from my lips as I sat in the dark, feeling his fingertips brush down my neck and collar, shivers running up my spine. Gathering my hands in his, he pressed my wrists together and, teasingly, took his time binding them tightly so that I could barely move. I tried separating my hands to no avail, sticking my arms out in front of me as my fingers fumbled for something solid to grasp.
"Tae," I whimpered.
"Quiet."
My cheeks flushed as I lowered my head, lips shut tight as I obeyed his command. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes; I didn't know what exactly he would do to me, but I prayed and hoped that it wouldn't end up like all the times Yura had bound me. Taehyung's footsteps sounded at a distance as he walked away from the bed, shuffling coming from the drawers lining the back wall of his long closet. I sat silently, looping my thumb around the ends of the tie around my wrists. The longer I sat, the more my arousal faded and was replaced with anxiety as I waited for him to come back to my side. Finally, I felt his hand brush the hair away from my forehead as he leaned close.
"For months, you've been nothing but a pain, Yumin. I can't tell you how many times I've thought about doing this."
Tears formed in the corners of my eyes and dampened the material of my blindfold. My mind couldn't differentiate Taehyung's words from Yura's and I began to panic as I felt him pull away. I knew I hadn't made things easy on anyone, especially the men I lived with. I was beginning to think that this was it, that he had finally had enough of me and this was where he cut the rope. As my tears began to dribble down my cheek, hanging off of my chin, the brunet cooed under his breath and sat in front of me.
"Don't cry, angel." Taehyung pressed his lips delicately against mine, savoring the taste of my tears as I reached out to grip the waistband of his sweats. "You can use your safeword anytime you want and I'll stop. Alright?"
"Okay."
"Good girl. I'm not gonna hurt you."
Taehyung's fingers slipped down my neck to my chest, tracing over the front of my bra until the shivers under my skin forced me to arch into his touch. I trusted him with my life and if he said that he wasn't going to hurt me, then I would believe him. While his hands gently brushed over my skin, the brunet began to hesitantly suck on my neck, turning my tanned skin into a messy canvas of red splotches. His tongue trailed over my throat and forced a moan from my lips as I curled into the crook of his shoulder. Gradually, my fear was replaced with the familiar warmth in my veins that brought tingles to my stomach and thighs. I opened them slightly as one of Taehyung's hands wandered down close to my stomach, his thumb teasing at the band of my underwear. I couldn't control the whimpers that tumbled from my lips the more he touched me; every second that went by, he grew more aggressive, one hand pulling away to grab at my wrists and press them into my lap. I whined softly as I longed for the feel of his burning skin beneath my palms, but I couldn't move free of his hold.
"Look at you," Taehyung murmured, lips brushing against my ear. He bit down on my lobe and tugged at it lightly. "All I had to do was tie you up and mark your pretty little neck to get you to behave."
I flushed darker as I realized how compliant I had become; in a mere matter of minutes, I had gone from defensive and irritable to a soppy mound of clay that softened under his touch. Taehyung pushed down on my throat to force me against his mattress while his lips trailed lower and lower along my body. I strained against the binds as he sucked at the sensitive skin of my stomach, whining and panting as he pinned them down. It was as if he didn't want me to touch him and the feeling of not being able to run my fingers through his hair or down his stomach for reassurance made me squirm. I felt his tongue slip down my inner thighs, teeth nipping softly at my skin as he elicited curses from beneath my breath.
"I thought I told you to be quiet?" Taehyung grunted. He pushed himself above me, hovering just above my face as he tugged at my bottom lip. I moaned into the kiss, not caring that I wasn't listening to his words. "You've never been one to keep your mouth shut, huh? Maybe I should do something about that."
Taehyung hooked his fingers around the open front of my bra and tugged me back into a sitting position. I slouched forward to cover my bared stomach with my hands, pulling my knees as close to my body as I could as I listened to the brunet slip from in front of me and pad around my side. I expected him to settle behind me, maybe press me up against his chest to continue teasing me, but all went quiet, and the familiar warmth of his presence vanished completely.
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Eyes flicking back and forth between the brunette and the toys discarded to her left, Taehyung felt a smirk tug at his lips as he took in the precious sight before him. Yumin sat atop his bed, curled in on herself as she trembled with tears running down her flushed cheeks. She was well aware that he wouldn't hurt her and the offer to use her safeword whenever she felt still stood. Having her bound up at his disposal with her unsure of his every move sent bolts of excitement through his stomach. For weeks, she'd been ill-behaved, getting into mishaps left and right like a troubled child, but now he had the opportunity to force her to her knees and put her in her place. Yumin was Taehyung's equal, but for that afternoon, she was his little pet.
The brunette began to whimper as the silence became too much for her. Her head swiveled on her shoulders as she tried to find where he'd gone, although the entire time he was only a foot or so away. He kept his breathing steady as he watched her, eyes scanning over the already fading bruises he'd marked along her neck and stomach. Skin running a light pink, Yumin looked so pretty with his ties biting into her flesh and after another hour or so, she'd look all the more beautiful after he'd finished up with her.
"Tae?"
"Shh, shh." Taehyung walked around behind her back, slipping his hand over her already blindfolded eyes as he settled back on his bed. He urged her against his chest and she released a sigh of relief as she curled into his slight embrace. The brunet's free hand snaked around the front of her stomach, messing with the waistband of her underwear and brushing along her inner thighs as her breathing grew heavy with lust and anxiety.
"I'm right here, angel," he murmured. Taehyung reached out for one of the two toys he'd snuck out of his closet, fingers closing over the newly opened object as he fumbled for the switch. He remembered mentioning to his eldest hyung about recent purchases to mask his stress, and along with the delivery of his now absent vape, he'd also purchased a few things for his partners; mainly Yumin. She was so pliant and soft when they'd last been in bed together, moaning at his every touch as he'd gone relatively easy on her. But, now...
Now, he wouldn't hesitate to make her scream with pleasure.
Drawing his digits down her stomach, he slipped them beneath her underwear without hesitation, pressing down upon her clit and eliciting a gasp from her throat. Tremors worked their way up her spine as she arched into his touch, trying desperately to conceal her moans as his hand worked on her most sensitive area. His thumb flicked the switch on one of the two toys, about the size of his palm, the vibrations sending excitement down his limbs as he moved it close to her torso. At the unexpected sound, Yumin began to wiggle into his chest like prey moving out of reach of danger, tiny whimpers falling from her lips as she edged away from the low buzz of the toy.
"W-What're you-"
"Uh, uh." Taehyung drew his hand up the girl's neck to her lips and cup her lower face in the palm of his hand, silencing her almost completely. "I told you to be quiet, sweetheart."
Yumin whimpered against his hand, pressing firmly up against his bared chest. He could feel the tremors wracking through her body as he finally pressed the toy up against her skin. Teasing along her stomach, he urged the toy up to her breasts until muted whines could be heard in his bedroom. She arched her back into the pleasurable vibrations of the small, white toy, moaning and whimpering for more. Taehyung could feel her lips dampen with drool, tongue pushing into the spaces of his digits as she strived for more of his touch.
Pulling the toy from her breasts, Taehyung trailed it down her stomach to her thighs, pressing it teasingly into her flesh as she made to close them. He didn't know how long he intended to keep Yumin bound and blindfolded, but seeing her so shocked and nervous around such a feeble toy made him chuckle to himself. She reacted to the low breathy sound with yet another whimper as the vibrations finally met with her clit. Yumin's whole body seized upon contact, her breath coming out in short, upset bursts as she grew uneasy yet again.
"Breathe, baby," he mumbled, tilting his head to the side to press kisses up and down her neck. Moving the toy up and down her clit, Yumin whined against his hand repeatedly while he marked her neck as his. "That's it. Take it nice and easy."
"Mmh..." The brunette gripped his wrist with her bound hands, guiding him along her wetness as she tried to reach her first orgasm of their session.
Taehyung chuckled deep in his throat as his teeth sunk down into the skin of her shoulder. He'd mark her as he pleased and the image of Jungkook's bruised bite-mark along her collar sent him off into a whirl of excitement. He wanted to look at Yumin and see what was left of his possessiveness, a reminder that she was his and that she would just about melt into his touch if he did things correctly. His little angel. Yumin's name slipped off of his tongue in a breathy groan against her skin as the brunette arched her back and wiggled her hips into the vibrator. She panted inaudible words against his palm and after another second, Taehyung quickly removed the pleasurable sensation from her clit.
"Tae!"
Yumin's voice was muffled as she begged for the feeling of the toy rubbing against her sensitive entrance. She settled back into his embrace as his thumb rubbed along her rosy cheek, brushing away her dried tears to feel the soft, fair skin beneath. Taehyung eased the vibrator back along her thighs as he waited for her high to wear down to the empty feeling in her core, smirking to himself as he pictured the brunette in tears as she begged him to let her cum.
Finally, he went back to edging the girl in his arms, feeling her arch her back into the vibrations as they rippled throughout her body. Every second she whimpered with excitement at the new feeling he forced her to experience up until he pulled the toy away to make her whine in defeat as her soon-to-reach orgasm faded into nothing.
"Aw, poor thing. Did you think I would let you cum so easily?" Taehyung pushed her underwear aside to tease against her bared clit, circling the toy until Yumin tossed her head back against his shoulder with unsteady, breathy whines. His lips traveled up the side of her neck to her ear as he whispered, "This is a punishment. I'm not going to give you what you want so soon, angel." Pulling away, Taehyung watched as tears dribbled from beneath her blindfold, slinking down her dark, flushed cheeks until they could drip from off of her chin. Her whimpers sounded desperate; so pliant and weak as she fidgeted in his arms for more. She wouldn't be satisfied until she came and he wasn't going to let her experience that pleasurable feeling for a while.
Over and over again, Taehyung edged Yumin until her whines broke into small sobs. She curled into his neck and whimpered in his ear, begging him to let her release as he slid both the toy and his fingers along her most sensitive area. Every word she uttered, he chortled at, smirking to himself as he ran his hand along her inner thigh.
"You're so mouthy," he chuckled. The brunet pushed Yumin's face towards him to catch her upper lip in a teasing kiss. "I bet I can shut you up...somehow."
With a shuddering sigh of what sounded almost of relief, she sunk into his embrace as he pulled the vibrator from her clit, shutting it off and disposing it to his left. While Yumin caught her breath, he wrapped his hand around another smaller toy, one bright pink with curves and something that appeared like a tail. Taehyung placed the toy directly before the brunette in his arms, reaching back towards his nightstand for his phone. A light beep sounded from the device in his hand as it connected to the toy; a devilish smirk formed on the boy's face as he curled close to Yumin's backside, turning the vibrator on low with his phone while drawing it along her underwear.
"T-Tae," whimpered Yumin, bucking her hips into the familiar sensation. "Please...Please?"
"Please, what? Huh?"
"Please? I-I just wanna-"
A groan slipped from her swollen lips as her thighs threatened to close around his wrist. Breath coming out in ragged puffs, Yumin tossed her head back on the brunet's shoulder with her lips parted. They were glossed over red with drool as the vibrations from the tool sent her into a flurry of exhausted excitement, her behavior driving Taehyung mad as he moaned softly into the crook of her neck. His cock grew stiff against his thigh as Yumin wiggled back and forth in his arms, the toy still buzzing against her clit as she mumbled under her breath that she was close to coming.
As Taehyung edged her until the last minute, he slowly moved the toy down, and down, until it reached her entrance, pressing it just slightly inside of her until she gasped at the unexpected feeling. Her bound hands flew out to grip his wrist and hold it steady, rendering him motionless as he waited for the moment Yumin whimpered her safeword to him, but she never did. She sat for a few moments catching her breath before muttering, "What're you doing?" to the brunet.
"Have you never used a toy, Yumin?" he asked calmly, wondering if she would answer his questions as to all her jumpiness towards the vibrations.
Yumin shook her head no, hands trembling against his larger ones as she held the vibrator against her. On his phone, Taehyung lowered the vibrations until she almost couldn't feel a thing, not wanting her to cum until he was ready. A smirk played on his lips though at her response, his free hand reaching out to stroke up and along her neck. He could feel her swallow nervously beneath his fingers, tightening them ever so slightly over her throat as he whispered in her ear.
"It's not gonna hurt, I promise. You trust me right?"
A nod.
"Words, please?"
"I-I trust you."
"Good."
With a deep breath, Taehyung pushed the toy the rest of the way inside her, Yumin's back arching in response as she adjusted to the size. She exhaled shakily, head resting back against his shoulder. Hugging her to his chest, the brunet pushed her underwear back into place and reached for his phone to adjust the vibrations yet again, starting small so that she could grow used to the unusual feeling inside of her. Immediately, Yumin began whining like a slut, pressing her thighs together and tilting off to the side. She curled into his chest and moaned into his neck while his hand worked at her throat. Taehyung kept her head upright, neck exposed to his liking as he made to vandalize every inch of it with his lips.
"Fuck!" Yumin moaned, circling her hips atop the bed.
"Watch your mouth," Taehyung snapped. She went back to soft whimpering in an instant and he cooed under his breath. "You sound so precious, angel."
Before he could do anymore, a knock sounded at his bedroom door. It startled the both of them, Yumin shooting into a stiff sitting position against his chest with a nervous pout. With the vibrator still on inside of her, she was forced to let out a shaky groan, feet kicking out at the bedsheets almost as if to run from the pleasurable sensation. Taehyung held her firmly against his, eyes trained on the door as he lowered his phone atop the bed. A thought flashed briefly through his head, and after another moment's silence, he called out for the other person to enter.
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Seokjin heard his boyfriend's muffled voice through the door and took it as an invitation to enter. He'd come upstairs after a quick discussion with Yoongi about what they planned to do with Yura; gather enough evidence to try him for assault, abuse, drug use, unlawful possession of various weapons, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. The list went on and on and with everyone under that roof and more to testify as a witness, there was nothing that could possibly prevent Yumin's ex from being tried guilty. The brunet felt shivers race down to his toes at the thought and what it might mean for all of them to finally be able to take a deep breath of relief.
Stepping inside, the sight before him made Seokjin freeze in his place, foot slightly raised up off of the carpeted floor as he made to shut the door behind him. His hand gripped the doorknob tight while his eyes roamed over Taehyung and Yumin seated atop the brunet's bed. Both were partially unclothed, but the plain view of the youngest so vulnerable made a nervous groan work its way from his throat. Her hips pressed down into the bed, tiny whimpers slipping from her swollen lips that she tried so hard to silence. Taehyung's hand gently gripped her neck, thumb rubbing along her hickey-stained skin as he tried to calm her down, but what threw Seokjin off the most was the ties; suit ties binding Yumin's hands before her and rendering her sightless with her head thrown all the way back onto her boyfriend's shoulder. She was completely at Taehyung's disposal and it appeared that he was truly enjoying the feeling.
"Uh..."
"Shut the door, hyung."
Seokjin noticed that he didn't use his name and contemplated if it were for a reason. Wordlessly, he shut the bedroom door behind him and stood awkwardly before the display in front of him, eyes roaming over every inch of his partner's body before slipping down to Yumin. He knew that he shouldn't even catch a glimpse of her in such a state, but with her sitting amply atop the bed, so pliant and needy, he couldn't help himself.
"Do you mind if someone joins us? Huh, angel?"
Taehyung slid his hand further up Yumin's neck to her jaw, shaking gently to grab her full attention as she let out a strained moan. Looking directly at her face, Jin could see the tears caked onto her flushed cheeks and began to worry if they were from pleasure or fear. Or both. He stood almost completely frozen as he watched his boyfriend's stern yet affectionate handling of the smaller brunette. In his arms, she looked like his toy, but Jin knew Taehyung would never treat his lovers as such.
Yumin didn't answer, her face flushing an even darker shade of pink as she tried to cower away into the crook of his neck. A smile formed at the corners of Taehyung's mouth and threatened to blossom along his tanned skin as he nuzzled his head into her hair, pressing kisses all the way down her neck and along the back of her shoulder. He started sucking at her skin, forcing the brunette to moan under her breath and struggle against her restraints. Every move she made forced shivers to run up and down the eldest's spine; Seokjin took in her compliant, flushed form with a sense of jealousy as Taehyung tightened his arm around her waist.
"I need you to answer me, Yumin. With words. Do you mind if hyung stays?"
"N-No," she whispered, shaking her head fluidly from side to side.
Taehyung glanced up at Seokjin with a smirk, motioning for the brunet to side down before them on his bed. After a moment's hesitation, he took a few steps forward before settling stiffly before the others. Yumin drew her legs closer to her abdomen as she felt the mattress dip at her feet, fresh tears dampening her blindfold as Taehyung began to mess with his phone. He slid his finger around the screen, up and down, quick then slow, and the brunette in his arms refrained from letting out needy whines and pleads as she buried her head in between her knees.
Seokjin began to feel uncomfortable seated before the brunette as she was teased beyond her limits; he didn't know how long they'd been hidden in the room together, but from her trembling thighs, flushed, tear-stained face, and worn voice, he could only assume for awhile. While his attention was distracted by his boyfriend's occupied movements on his phone, Yumin's backside rippled as she let out a pained groan, whimpers of regret and agitation slipping from her glossy lips. Watching her in such a state brought pity to the brunet's mind as he unconsciously reached out and stroked her calf. Yumin flinched away from his touch at first, the feeling of his warm fingers seeping her skin as her body finally relaxed and stretched out in Taehyung's embrace.
"That's it, baby." A low chuckle sounded from the back of his throat. "You sound so precious."
Seokjin felt his hand slide further up along her thigh; surprisingly, Yumin welcomed his touch by parting her legs a few inches, practically bucking into his touch as she longed for any sensation of pleasure to run across her skin. A groan slipped from her lips, sounding spent and exhausted as she tucked her head beneath Taehyung's chin.
"Tae...please?" she panted. "P-Please, just once-"
"Begging will get you nowhere."
The sternness of his voice sent a streak of warmth through Seokjin's stomach, his cock twitching against his thigh as he made eye contact with the younger brunet. He smirked knowingly while his free had traveled from Yumin's stomach to her throat. Forcefully, he drew her head back against his shoulder and massaged the vandalized skin around her neck, whimpers falling pliantly from her lips as she ceased her begging and accepted her punishment. Taehyung pulled his phone into his lap in plain view; Jin could tell by the screen what he was doing and the familiar, low, quiet, buzz of a vibrator sounded from close range. As soon as it started, Yumin became a whimpering, drooling mess as more tears cascaded down her face and her mouth fell agape. With a sniff, Taehyung flipped the phone and offered it to his hyung, to which the oldest brunet pulled back with wide eyes and the frantic shaking of his head.
"C'mon, hyung," he breathed. "This is her punishment; have a little fun with it."
"I-" He quickly screwed his mouth shut. Seokjin didn't want Yumin to know he was the one sitting beside her; they had never before shared an intimate moment such as this, and with Taehyung now offering him control over her, he was afraid of how she'd respond. With shaky fingers, he accepted the device, pressing his thumb hesitantly upon the screen as he increased the vibrations of the toy inside her. In response, Yumin's legs snapped closed and a whine ripped through her already sore throat. Taehyung had forced a lot from her already and now it was his turn to do more.
"Tae!" Yumin sobbed as she rocked her hips from side to side.
"It's not me you have to plead to now, sweetheart." Taehyung grabbed the brunette's jaw and angled her head in his direction, her whimpers falling silent as she took an unsteady breath. "I'm just here to keep you in your place."
"F-Fuck you."
Taehyung glanced up at Seokjin with his brow cocked in waiting, eyes casting down to the phone before coming back up as he silently instructed him to turn it higher. His thumb slid up in the screen and Yumin pulled in on herself as the vibrations grew to more than she was used to.
"You wanna try that again, Yumin?"
She thrashed slightly in his hold, resulting in her breath being momentarily cut off as the brunet's hands closed tighter around her throat. Drool fell from the corner of her lips as she gasped for air, Taehyung letting loose a second after but still holding her head upright. Yumin whined pleadingly as she fumbled for something to grasp with her tied hands. Her fingers found his hand still resting on her thigh and laced them together as she began tugging Seokjin closer, and closer until he was almost resting between her and Taehyung's legs atop the bed.
Instinctively, Seokjin found himself leaning closer to Yumin as her hands reached out for the collar of his plain shirt, tugging and luring him in the process as her lips grazed his jaw. She planted wet kisses down his neck with desperate whimpers to follow, completely unaware of who she was actually kissing. It could've been Jimin or Yoongi, both of which Taehyung referred to normally as his hyungs, and yet it was him instead. He and Yumin had only shared a kiss before, one issued by him, and now she was tied up before him, lips parted as she waited for his own to pine after. Her legs wrapped around his waist to hold him close, his mouth finally entrapping hers in a daring kiss that forced a groan from his throat. Taehyung allowed him to replace his hand with Seokjin's, gently kneading the sensitive area of flesh as Yumin's bound hands cupped his well-defined jaw.
She pulled away with ragged breaths as a sob escaped her throat, hands squeezing his face gently. "Please?" she whimpered. "J-Just once. Just let me c-cum." Yumin's head fell back onto Taehyung's shoulder as the pleasurable sensation between her legs became too much for her to handle.
The brunet behind her let out a deep chuckle as his lips made for the sensitive patch of skin just behind her ear; hearing Yumin moan softly under her breath drove Seokjin crazy until he felt he might explode. His eyes felt heavy, body fluid and warm as his hands slipped down every inch of her exposed skin. Glancing up, he caught the gaze of his partner who watched him with a knowing smirk, reaching out to draw him close with a finger curled beneath his chin.
"Don't look at me, hyung. I'm not the one in control right now." He pressed his lips up against the curve of Yumin's ear, muttering just under his breath, "Go on. Beg," as he angled her face just close enough for him to feel the breath off of her tongue.
All she could utter was a string of breathless, "Please?" Over and over again she pleaded for the overwhelming sensation of release while Seokjin held his thumb just over the highest level of vibrations. Temptation almost brought it down upon the string but he waited, hearing the beginning of a new word dangle off the tip of the brunette's tongue.
"P-Please? D-D-Da-" Yumin whined in frustration, her hips stuttering as she thrust gently into the pleasurable buzz of the toy.
Cupping the underside of her chin, Jin tapped at her jaw with his index finger, quietly coaxing the rest of the words from her lubricated throat. "Daddy," she whimpered with drool still pooling at the corners of her mouth. "Fuck."
With her curse, he tightened his hold on her face while Taehyung slipped the blindfold from her eyes. She blinked up at him, adjusting her gaze to the unfamiliar lighting just as he pushed the vibrator to its limits inside her. Yumin caught his eyes just as she came, mouth falling open in a pleasurable cry as they rolled back into her head like pinballs. Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes as she whined his name loudly upon release, her chest heaving as she tried to regain steady breathing.
While she sat back with eyes shut tight, Seokjin carefully untied her wrists and rubbed along the red marks left behind on her fair skin. He shut the vibrator off completely, flipping the phone screen down on the bed while he focused his attention on the exhausted brunette before him. Yumin's eyes finally fluttered open to meet his, her cheeks flaming a dark red in embarrassment as she quickly looked away. Seokjin chuckled as she grew shy over the sight of him, cupping the side of her face as he made to press kisses down the bridge of her nose.
"Is that what you wanted, angel?" he breathed, finding himself smiling inwardly as she nodded in reply.
"T-Thank you." Yumin's hands snaked achily around the back of his neck and threaded through his dark locks, urging his mouth over hers in a slow, passionate kiss that sent butterflies flitting through his stomach and thighs. Seokjin groaned hotly into the kiss, hesitantly palming his growing erection between his legs. He didn't want Yumin or Taehyung to see; he hadn't realized how needy Yumin made him until she'd cum with his name rolling off of her tongue in a pretty moan.
"Maybe it's time to switch things up a bit, huh?" Taehyung grunted, wiggling back from the couple before him.
Now free, Yumin pushed forward until she could rest against Seokjin's chest with her knees spread on either side of his legs. Her hips pressed down just above his aching cock, forcing a shaky gasp from his lungs as he leaned back against the wall. While her arms circled his shoulders, his wrapped around her prominent waist, drawing her closer to his form as his gaze slid up and down her trembling body. Carefully grabbing her hips, he guided them down slowly against his, feeling his bulge brush against her pelvis with a muffled whimper.
From beside them, Taehyung settled down next to his hyung with his phone resting in the grip of his dominant hand. Without warning, he turned the toy back on, eliciting a pained moan from Yumin's throat as she collapsed against his chest. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and let out tiny whimpers without shame, a newfound blush running down her hickey-stained neck. Seokjin groaned at the feeling of her grinding softly against his hips, absently bucking them up into the feel of her warmth. Taehyung chuckled at his partner's reactions to one another, increasing the vibrations yet again so that Yumin became speechless with nothing but whimpers and gasps to escape her glossy lips.
"T-Tae, I can't-"
"Yes, you can, baby. One more time, alright? Hyung's just getting excited."
Face flushing red, Seokjin tilted his head back against the wall with a groan of shame at having been called out for his sudden excitement. He'd never anticipated a scenario such as this playing out, at least not so soon, and having Yumin's body pressed up against his while their pants mingled in the air sent warm streaks rocketing through his center.
As he blinked lazily up at Yumin, watching the brunette's eyes fall shut with her head raised towards the ceiling, he caught Taehyung lazily palming himself through his sweats. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as he got lost in the feel of his hand against his cock, listening to both of his partners moaning beside him as his fantasy played out in his head. Seokjin couldn't help but smirk as he reached out, assisting the younger in stroking himself while his other hand continued to guide Yumin's hips atop him.
Both let out pliant moans at his commanding touc, and the brunet found himself quickly in control of the others as they concentrated on the need to cum. He whispered in Taehyung's ear, urging him closer and closer to his orgasm as he pulled his throbbing cock from the tight confines of his boxers, taking it into his hand and pumping quickly. His boyfriend threw his head back with a groan while bucking his hips into the sensation of his hyung's touch, trying desperately to chase his high after having to hold back for so long.
Yumin tugged anxiously at his collar while Taehyung's last train of thought focused on controlling her vibrator, sending the youngest into a flurry of breathless whimpers as she came close to coming.
"C'mon, precious," cooed Jin softly, hooking his arm behind her waist and hauling her closer against his torso. "You're doing so good."
She moaned at the praise, threading her fingers through his fluffy hair and attacking his neck with sloppy, wet kisses down to his collar. Groaning in response, his hand quickened around Taehyung's cock as he tried to help them both finish in the end. A sharp pain elicited a hiss from his lips as Yumin's teeth nipped at the skin around his collarbones, trailing up his neck to his ear where she continued to whimper pliantly. Her whimpers turned into light curses as her thrusts grew sloppy, soon turning into muffled whines in the crook of his neck as she came. Seokjin could feel her trembling all throughout his body, hugging her close as she collapsed between his legs with a few fresh tears trickling down her cheeks.
His hand still worked at Taehyung's erection until the brunet groaned loudly, arching his back away from the bed as he shot white ropes onto his toned stomach. Seokjin teased his boyfriend through his orgasm until listless whimpers sounded from his lubricated lips, making him sound so pliant and pretty as he settled back with his eyes screwed tight.
The room was filled with the sound of their mingled panting, Yumin still whimpering softly in his lap as Jin gently caressed her sides and pressed delicate kisses across her glistening forehead. Her hands found their way around his backside and she squeezed him tightly before burying her head into his chest. Muffled into the folds of his clothing, her whimpers turned into quiet sobs that wracked through her smaller body; Seokjin stiffened in worry as he gathered her fully in both arms, muttering in her ear as he questioned if she was okay. Taehyung pulled his boxers back over his hips and leaned close, pulling her face back into view for them both to see her eyes burning red with fresh tears.
"Hey, hey. It's over now, you can rest." Taehyung's lips pulled down into a frown as he grit his teeth hard. "Did I do too much, Yumin?"
The brunette squeezed her eyes tight as she nuzzled her head against the palms of his warm hands, gripping his wrists to hold him in place. "I'm sorry, Tae. I'm s-so sorry. I promise I'll listen to you. I-I won't do anything stupid again." Her apologies got lost in the sounds of her holding back her tears, voice wobbling in the back of her throat as she bit her tongue.
Taehyung sighed under his breath as he pulled Yumin away from his hyung to hug her to his chest. "It's alright, angel. I'm not mad at you, okay? Okay?" He pulled her face up to look at him, waiting for her to nod in reply before continuing. "I'm not mad at you. You know I love you no matter what." Pressing their lips together, the brunette whimpered into his kiss as she brought her hands up to cup his reddening cheeks. He pulled away to whisper once again that he loved her, breath wafting down her as she curled into his chest.
Seokjin sat regaining the little breath he'd lost, legs spread as he tried to control the problem between his legs. Seeing Yumin in tears so quickly after she came made him worry about everything they still had to handle; she'd gone through so much already and still worried that everyone blamed her for the things they had to go through. Taehyung cuddled her against his chest with his eyes shut in exhaustion, running his fingers slowly through her hair as she finally calmed down and hummed repeatedly under her breath.
"Do you mind if Seokjin cleans you up?" he murmured.
Yumin groaned in response, turning and blinking up at the brunet with doe-like eyes that made him simper in her presence. Slowly, she pulled away from Taehyung's embrace to flop back into her place between his legs. Seokjin accepted her affection with open arms and a kiss on the head as the other stood on wobbly legs. He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his messy hair before leaning down towards Yumin. She let him part her legs, moving her underwear to the side to retrieve the toy that sat still inside her for the first time in over an hour. A groan ripped from her throat as he pulled it completely out, setting it down on the bed beside her and making his way to his closet.
Seokjin already knew what he was doing as he gathered some things from his closet in his arms and then came back to retrieve the toys. He planted a kiss on Yumin's then his forehead before making for the door, looking back over his shoulder to catch his hyungs gaze.
"Tae?"
"It's alright," he muttered. "You know what to do."
Seokjin nodded hesitantly, tightening his hold on Yumin as she made to doze off in his arms. Taehyung left the room, shutting the door behind him until all that was left of his presence was the sound of his bare feet padding down to the first floor. Shaking gently, Jin forced Yumin to remain awake as he asked if he could carry her. She replied with a slight incline of her head and a tiny hum under her breath. Seokjin gathered the brunette in his arms as she cuddled close to his chest before making his way to the upstairs bathroom to clean her up.
Resting Yumin on the counter of the sink, he whispered for the girl to remain in place while he went back to gather some fresh clothes for her. As he left her, Jin decided to pick out some clothes of his own, returning with a large brown hoodie and a pair of black shorts for her to climb unsteadily into before settling back on the counter. Seokjin stroked her cheek gently as he cleaned away all the drool, tears, and sweat that had dampened and reddened her face since the beginning of her punishment.
"Are you in any kind of pain?" he asked softly, met with a tiny shake of her head as she blinked up at him with hooded, reddened eyes. "You're alright?"
"Mhmm."
Yumin leaned heavily onto his chest as her hands snaked around the nape of his neck and brought their lips together. She groaned listlessly into the kiss while his hands found their way to her hips, squeezing the sensitive area lightly to elicit more of those pretty sounds from her lips. As she pulled away, a string of saliva connected their lips like a tightrope, her tongue swiping over her plump, bottom lip to cut it off.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" she muttered sleepily.
"Why wouldn't it be okay?"
Seokjin leaned close with a smirk, teasingly ghosting his lips over hers to tempt her into another kiss.
"Because we're not dating."
"You can kiss me whenever you want, angel. I don't mind." Yumin leaned close to trap his mouth with hers, forcing a needy moan from his throat as he hugged her close. He couldn't count how many times he'd envisioned her pressed against his chest while his lips marked every single inch of her neck and chest as his. His. "Because we're not dating." What would it mean if they were? He could experience moments such as the one minutes before whenever he pleased with not just his other partners but with her, but Seokjin wanted much more than just her body. Just her voice alone drove him mad; the mere thought of her, her beauty, her bravery, her hard-headedness that he'd grown to tolerate and eventually fall in love with. Having someone like her in his life would change it for the better and the idea of calling Yumin his made him all the more fluid and happy.
"I really don't mind."
"Can I kiss you in front of Yoongi?"
"Yes," he hummed, slipping his tongue inside her mouth to brush along hers. Her lips fit perfectly together with his, moving against one another slowly as she whimpered into his touch. "And you can kiss me in front of Jimin and Jungkook. Or you can kiss me when we're alone."
"Like now?"
"Just like now, precious."
Yumin simpered with a fresh blush trailing over her cheeks. Helping her down off the counter, Seokjin grasped her hand in his much larger one and threaded their fingers together, leading her downstairs to where they found Taehyung and the others lounging about the living room. Taehyung was drying his hands off on his sweats, adorned in a fresh t-shirt to cover up his glistening chest as he let Jungkook cuddle close to his side. When everyone's gaze turned up towards them, Jin could feel Yumin shift behind him and fist the back of his shirt. He sat them down on the corner of the couch closest to the stairs and pulled her against his chest, eyeing Yoongi and Jimin in the process as their nosy gazes refused to leave them be.
Jin's hands roamed up under the sweatshirt he'd bundled Yumin in, grazing over her warm skin as she snuggled deep into the curves of his body. With a sigh, he let his head fall back onto the arm of the couch as a smirk tugged his lips upward. He'd come into Taehyung's room with a heavy, beating heart and left with the exact feeling running through his bones
Only this time, it was so much better.
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This chapter has GOT to be the longest in the book. It's almost 9000 words and took me two days to edit because I'm slow and tired asf. I hope you all enjoy this little break from the constant angst that is going to remain until the end of the book.
And then some... ;)