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PAIRING: ot7 x reader I| WORD COUNT: 7.9k I| GENRE: smut - rated 18+

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WARNINGS: playful degradation (use of word slut) ,fingering, orgasm denial, blowjob, Dom!hoseok, Dom!jimin, sub/dom dynamic, rope play, bdsm themes, heavy smut, sub drop, ass spanking.

A/N: my very first chapter as a writer of the gentlemen….. did you like it? —— honestly writing this was such a thrilling experience. I cannot wait to keep sharing this story with you all.

DAY THIRTY FOUR

You want to curse everything the moment you wake up and see it’s still dark outside.

After the incident with Jimin and Hoseok you chose to spend the rest of your day with Namjoon and Yoongi, only coming out of your room to eat dinner. You was thankful when Namjoon offered to stay the night, his arms being the only place you wanted to be.

Not wanting to acknowledge the thoughts swirling in your mind you decide to get up opting to get something refreshing to drink after all any distraction was welcome, even if it meant leaving the warm covers. You squirm underneath the man’s heavy arm as you gently lift it from where it was resting across your stomach and place it on the bed. You’re thankful when he just pulls the blanket closer, not missing your presence in his sleep.

You tip toe out of the room down the stairs, you hear hushed voices as you reach the end of the staircase making your movements falter. You recognise them instantly, at this point it was hard not to. You contemplated turning around and hiding away behind the walls of your room but wether you ran or stayed the nausea pooling in your throat wasn’t going to go away so instead you took a deep breath, calming yourself as you enter the room.

You don’t miss the way their faces fall as they set their eyes on you but you pay them no attention, you notice the already made coffee sitting on the counter. “You can have it if you want.” You hear Hoseoks comment and you can’t help but look up. “We made extra.” He offers you a smile to which you reply with a nod.

You let your hands wrap around the warm cup, providing you with some comfort. Even though Hoseok is glued to your movement’s as if he had never seen them before, Jimin isn’t. His gaze is fixed on the rings he is swirling around his finger, the usual look on his face replaced with one filled with sadness.

“Can we talk?” Hoseok asks, pulling out the chair next to him. You don’t say anything but you walk towards the open seat, setting yourself down comfortably. “Thank you.”

“I want to-“ both of the men speak at the same time, almost as if it was comically planed, “You go first.” Hoseok nudges Jimin.

You watch as he shifts in his seat, his teeth graze over his plush lips, it reminded you of the time he and Namjoon had spoken French to one another, this being the only time you’d seen the look of guilt cross over his face. his calm exterior barely holding together. It felt weird to see him so open with Hoseok around even so you didn’t give it much thought, it was much weirder that they wasn’t having some dominant energy match.

His eyes flickered over to yours, despite the situation your body had developed the ability to react to all 7 men wether you wanted to or not you hated the way your cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry.” He pauses, you could see he was being careful with his words. “What I said yesterday was wrong, I would never want to shame any of the guys or you for who you are and what you like I never meant to be insensitive to your wants and needs either, of course you’re so much more than a woman who needs a dominant man. You’re absolutely right in everything you said and if you want to vote me out I can understand but I promise you I will use this situation to learn. I hope we can move past this, I know I may not deserve forgiveness but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.” He finishes leaning back in his seat, his eyes sorrowful.

You nod at him, maintaining your silence. It was easier to not think until they had both finished. You turned to Hoseok, you can’t help but press your palms tighter around the cup as his eyes catch yours, his face is soft, much like the one who shows you when he finishes a scene and begins his usual aftercare with you. You was angry and hurt but that face could fix everything wrong in the world and he knew it just as well as you. You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to focus on the situation at hand.

“I’m ashamed of myself for what I took part in yesterday.” He begins truthfully, his eyebrows furrowing. “In all my years as a dominant I’ve seen all types of scenes, individuals and relationships. I’m not just apologising to you Y/n but also to every other member in the house which I will do once everyone gathers for breakfast. Right now I want to make sure you know the way I was yesterday will never happen again.” You watch as his eyes drift to Jimin whose face holds a small smirk. “We… well… in a way we worked out our differences yesterday. From here on out the pissing match is over. Submission isn’t a sign of anything other than strength. I cannot understand how hard it is for you to vote us off one by one especially now that feels are involved but that is your decision and yours alone, I shouldn’t have tried to take that from you. We wasn’t thinking about you or anyone else when we make that stupid plan. I too don’t deserve your forgiveness but I hope to show you I can be a better person and friend to everyone in the house.” He finishes up, his words seeping deeper into both your mind and heart with every second.

You contemplate how to begin talking or even what to say, at times like these you wished Jin was awake to guide you but unfortunately the older man much like every other member of the house was having sweet dreams so you was stuck to face this on your own.

Even as you try to hide yourself from their gaze you can feel their eyes on you, you could swear they were both holding their breath too. “I was mad at you yesterday, I am mad now.” You start off slowly, wanting to make sure every word resonates with them. “The way you both were is completely unacceptable, I thought you were both more open minded, caring and considerate but yesterday showed me the opposite. You’re right that you don’t deserve forgiveness but I also know you never intentionally wanted to hurt anyone. As dominants you should both know better but you’re also human and our situation isn’t exactly the same as it would be should this have happened in the outside world.” You huff out a breath of air, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“You’re right.” Jimin agrees, his voice sounding smaller than usual.

“I know I am but it would be nice if you could let me finish.” You add your eyes burning into his, you don’t miss the way his face flushes red with embarrassment.

“Continue.” Hosoek nudges you and you take another breath. “I was shocked and upset that you would both decide to leave and take that choice away, I don’t want any of you out of the competition and yes it is hard for me, it’s harder for the people voted off. It’s hard that I can’t touch them or show them that I love them the way I can with everyone else still playing. I don’t want to lose any of you or what we have built here no matter what kind of bond that is.” You specifically look at Hoseok, letting him know those last words were for him.

The room falls silent, you wait for either of them to speak but they don’t so you continue. “I care about both of you but I also care about everyone else in this house and not for a second did you think about how your “super Dom” competition would harm them. You both need to apologise to every other person here, if they forgive you then I will too but I want no more of this from any of you. Everything we have isn’t just built on sex, it’s built on trust and respect. We have nothing if we lose that.” You shrug, the threat of crying pricking at your eyes.

We should have thought like that instead of being selfish.” Hosoek nudges Jimin in his side, making the younger man snap his eyes up, his head nodding in acceptance of what hobi said.

The room falls silent as none of you continue the conversation, you silently thought to yourself, your mind wandering to replay the last thirty minuets. Of course they would never be against anyone or see anyone as inferior based on their desires, you knew that, everyone in the house probably knew that but that didn’t change the fact it hurt when they said the things they did or that the second you thought Jimin was going to leave your heart sunk to your stomach.

The sun had begun to rise, birds chirping and for the first time today you felt a little bit more hopeful for whatever would happen. Wether or not you was angry at the men sitting beside you, you always wanted things to be positive.

“I’ll go and get ready for the day, please be here at breakfast so we can all talk.” Without any further words or waiting for their responses you push your chair back, excusing yourself up the stairs into your room.

You finally felt relaxed as the warm drops of water hit your skin, washing away all the negativity and stress from the past 24 hours. Despite the heated floors you still shudder as you step out from underneath the shower, the air in the house somewhat colder than usual.

Choosing not to take too long getting dressed, you leave your room closing the door behind you, as the familiar sounds of Jungkook and Namjoons voices flood the hall a smile tugs at your lips. You had grown overly fond of the presence of them all, every day you had gotten to wake up with them you had allowed yourself to become more attached to them and the life you had all created with one another.

It wasn’t something you could explain to anyone but that was the beauty of it- a feeling that the 8 of you could understand.

You skip down the steps in a much brighter mood than earlier but before you can fully enter the room a body collides itself into yours, soon enough the scent of Yoongis body wash fills your nose and you smile, allowing your body to go limp in his arms.

“Good morning.” He mumbles placing a kiss onto your head. “‘Morning to you too.”

His voice was husky as he pressed closer to your ear. “I missed you.”

You suck in a breath, wordlessly pushing your body into his further unable to help the sensation that is already building between your legs. “You see me yesterday.” You mumble, your teeth grazing over your lip.

“Am I not allowed to miss you?” He tightens one arm around your waist as the other trails down your stomach, you stifle a moan as he runs his thumb over your clothed clit. “You’re sensitive today aren’t you?”

You hum out a positive response, the ability to form words dissipating instantly.

You squeeze his wrist and his fingers trail up and down your pussy, despite the fabric that was in between him and your body every touch fuelled your arousal, making your folds slick.

“More please” you whine, desperate for his touch.

His hands freeze for a second before he slides your shorts aside, allow him access to your pussy. “As you wish sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches as he slides a finger inside of you, adding another one soon after. You spread your legs as much as you can to allow him better access making him tighten his arm around you, always making sure you’re secure.

“So needy to be fucked huh?” He chuckles, your face flushing red at his vulgar words.

You roll your hips against his fingers. “Wan’ you yoongi.”

“Such a good girl.” The pace of his fingers quickens, unable to control your moans any more you close your eyes throwing your head back against his chest as the familiar pressure begins to build in your stomach.

“‘m gon’ - fuck- gon’ cum over yo…your fingers” your eyes tear up at the way his pace is relentless on your sensitive cunt.

“Poor you, everyone just abandoned your needs huh? Making you waist desperately for some attention? I bet you’ve been rubbing your thighs together to try and get some friction right? Such a little slut for me.” He coos at you, you can’t help but love the way he whispers into your ear knowing that your moans grown louder as every word falls from his tongue.

You nod furiously, your orgasm holding on by a tether. “please I need to…ple- ah…please.”

Your eyes shoot open as he rips his fingers away from you, your rushing orgasm falling away with every passing moment. You search for his eyes and don’t miss the smug look on his face.

“Wha-“ you stutter, the feeling of betrayal flooding through you.

He smirks shamelessly at your confusion. He pulls you closer, placing kisses down your neck. “We are going to play a little game, colour?”

You look at him blank before your brain understands the question. “Green.” He smiles. “That’s my girl.”

“You can edge as many times as you want to but the only orgasm you can have is with another member, I’ve told them all you have to earn it so it won’t be as easy as you’re thinking in that pretty little head of yours.” He growls into your ear as his hand swipes over your boob.

“Is this for your prompt?” You ask, your voice croaky.

“No this is for me.” He scoffs placing another kiss against your head. “Now how are your legs? Do you need me to carry you or can you walk princess”

You scowl at him, shoving his body into the wall as you stumble into the kitchen only to be met with 5 pairs of eyes on you.

“Good morning.” You smile sheepishly as you take a seat at the table. Your eyes fixed on your hands, embarrassment flushing through you.

“It was definitely a good morning for you wasnt it?” Your head whips around to see Taehyung sitting on the couch behind you, his body sprawled across Jimin. Your eyes meet with him momentarily but you stop yourself from staring.

You had only been upset at them for 24 hours and already you missed both him and Hoseok.

You shake your head focusing back on the others at the table. Jin had chosen to sit at the head of the table, Hoseok remained in his earlier place as if he had never moved. Jungkook and namjoon had taken the seats at the side of the table, both of them focusing on the maknaes phone.

“Coffee Y/N?” Yoongi calls out, holding a cup out to you, his earlier smirk still faint across his mouth.

“I’ll get it for you.” Hoseok mumbles, his chair scraping against the floor as he approaches his Hyung.

“It’s hot.” Yoongi mutters, sliding the cup over to Hoseok.

“Oh really? Well there’s goes my plan to stick my dick in it.” Yoongi raises his eyebrow, his face cold before his usual gummy smile lights up his features.

Their laughter draws your attention, your heart softening at the site of them. You watch the way Hoseok walks through the room, his hands gentle as he places your cup on the table. “Here you go.” He huffs out, sliding onto seat next to you. “Be careful it’s hot.” He mimics Yoongis earlier words and you fight to stifle a laugh as the older man throws a dish cloth at hoseoks back earning himself a hard glare.

“It’s nice to hear your laugh.” Jungkook admits, his voice cheerful as his bunny smile turns his cheeks brighter.

You bite your tongue, your mind pondering on what to say. “I’m sorry if I was a little down yesterday it was jus-“

“My fault.” Jimin answers, your eyes lifting automatically to find him. Taehyung, who had been laying on Jimin was now leaning against the couch, his legs pulled to his chest.

You hated how stressful these talks could be for everyone.

Hoseok lets out a sigh “It was mine too.”

You watch as the other members focus their attention on the two men who have stood up, the phone Jungkook and namjoon had been engrossed in was long forgotten. Jin was no longer on his laptop, Yoongi had rested against the doorframe his attention fully focused.

Jin speaks up, though his voice is unamused. “Can we not eat breakfast before you two have another sparring match?”

“It’s nothing like that Hyung.” Jimin frowns, his voice unable to hide the disappointment he feels.

“I,we want to apologise for what we said yesterday, both hoseok and I have experienced in the industry meaning we especially should never have suggested anything that makes it seem like submission or switching is weak or in any way inferior for that matter.” Jimin stares blankly at Hoseok who clears his throat before finishing the clearly rehearsed speech. “We talked about it and realised we had been so wrong to make an agreement that allowed us to make submission seem like something someone weak does. I admire anyone who has the ability to submit because it takes a special level of trust and strength, one that I don’t possess. I care for you all we both do and we never wanted to hurt anyone’s feelings. I promise that I won’t act in that way anymore and no matter what me and Hoseok feel for one another we won’t let it affect the house or anyone else.”

You couldn’t help but feel proud at the growth they both showed, you watch as Namjoon opens his mouth, his face confused for a moment before he closed it again, almost as if the words he was planning to say had simply slipped away from his mind. It doesn’t surprise you that Jin is the first to speak, captivating everyone’s attention.

“I think you handled that well. Is there anything anyone else wants to say before we have breakfast?” Jins eyes scattering around the room, pausing at the youngest members.

Knowing they are most likely going to hurt most from the comments Hoseok and Jimin made your hear began to ache, wishing you hadn’t made it such a public affair. You notice how jungkooks smile had faded and Taehyung had retreated into himself. Even though the majority of the time they were the most outgoing members of the little family you had created, in this moment they were the most introverted.

It’s Taehyungs voice that pulls your attention. “I felt like I was less than you.” His face was cast down, a frown that couldn’t be hidden sprawled across it. “I’ve always been proud to be who I am, not sticking myself into one box, being free with my sexuality and interests but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt when you made it seem like I wasn’t as good of a person because I’m not dominant in the way you are.” You notice the way his eyes are focused on Jimin, the words aimed at nobody but him.

You couldn’t ignore the pang in your chest when you see the way Jimin looks, the hurt displayed for everyone to see, any colour now drained from his cheeks. It was no secret to you or anyone else that Jimin cared about Tae in an all together unique way.

“I’m so fucking sorry baby” Jimins face soften as he rushes towards Taehyung, his arms embracing the younger one.

Yoongi is the one who takes lead in the conversation this time. “Is there anything anyone else would like to contribute to this or should we leave it at that?”

You watched silently as heads turned, everyone looking to see for any responses. Jimin and Taehyung had fallen intro a private conversation, one that you all knew you wasn’t invited to join. After a few moments of silence Jin slid his chair back grabbing your attention. “I’ll make breakfast then.”

You nod at him wordlessly, unsure of what response to give. Had the situation really been solved? You cling to the thought that all would be right in the house as Yoongi slid beside Jin, assisting him in their usual roles of cooking, whilst the rest of the members talked amongst themselves.

“Can we go upstairs?” Jungkook pulls your attention, his voice glum.

You nod instantly, his hand slipping into yours as you lead yourself away, no one seems to notice as you exit the room. Everyone too focused in their own minds.

Once the door is closed behind you, he slumps onto your bed, his body relaxing as you join him. “What’s wrong?” You question, your hand instinctively reaching to brush his hair away from his eyes to which he chuckles.

“I don’t know how to feel about the situation.” He tenses his jaw a little, a whine to his voice.

You knit your brows at the dilemma you both shared. “Me too.”

Your heart warms the second his eyes connect with yours, his innocent voice and baby face making you wish you could just wrap him in your arms and make him forget any and all of his worries. “We shouldn’t be angry they apologised.” He pauses “Right?”

In this moment you wish you possessed Jins ability to remain neutral whilst giving usually great advice but unfortunately you didn’t so you relied on the only thing you could, honesty. “It hurt me Jungkook, hearing them talk about submission like it was a label of being less but just because they made one mistake we shouldn’t write them off completely. I care for Hoseok and I care for Jimin, they care for me and you too. One bad choice doesn’t change the fact they have both cared and been there not just for us but for everyone, I think we have to deal with this the same way we did when Yoongis dad was in the hospital or when you and Jimin had a fight, remember? We came back together as a family and talked.”

You watch as his mind processes everything you said as does yours, you hadn’t been honest with yourself about the entire thing since it happened. It was easier to avoid than to admit that two people you had trusted with a precious part of you had willingly chosen to hurt you with it. Even if it wasn’t intentional.

Jungkook hums, his body pressing against yours, as if you was the only safe place in the world. “I’m too nervous to talk to them, Tae told me he was upset too, we cried yesterday, I feel like I’ll be a little too nervous to be myself with them. I know they didn’t mean to upset anyone but it hurts knowing that I’m not as good because I’m not as dominant.” His voice grew hushed as if he was disappointed in himself.

Your hands cupped his face, bringing his attention to you. “You never have to be ashamed or disappointed in who you are, you are an amazing person inside and out. You are certainly just as good as everyone else in this house. They made a bad judgement on how they should have handles a situation they faced with one another and in the process they hurt those around them and I know they both feel bad for it. I think you should talk to them and if you feel as if you want to change the way you are with them to make yourself feel more comfortable then that is entirely okay. You never have to push your limits to make things easier for someone else.”

You watch as his eyes go glassy, tears fighting to fall down his face. His sniffles filling up the quiet room. “Could you come with me to talk to them?”

“Of course bunny, let’s go together okay?” You stand up holding your hand out to him, pushing a smile onto your face. You watch as he chirps up a little. “Thank you for all the things you said, I wanted to talk to Tae Tae about it but I know how he feels about Jimin so I didn’t want to force my feelings onto him and I know Jin Hyung and Yoongi Hyung would have gotten mad at them too if I cried to them.”

Just before you reach the bottom of the stairs you turn to him, reassuringly squeezing his hand. “I will be here okay?”

You watch as he fiddles with the sleeve of your shirt before nodding. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” You giggle lightly, pulling him in for another hug before you both walk back into the room.

You notice how Jins focus stills on you both, the bacon he began frying forgotten for a moment as he watched you both.

“I have something I want to say.” Jungkook pouts, his gaze focused on his feet.

Yoongi steps forward, his protective boyfriend mode coming into play. “Is everything okay kookie?”

Jungkook nods at him quickly, his courage slipping with every passing moment. “It’s about Hoseok Hyung and Jimin Hyung.”

You watch as they both turn to the younger man, his hand squeezing yours as they do to which you squeeze back. “You can do this.” You encourage him, your voice nothing more than a whisper.

“I feel like I’m less than the rest of you because I’m a switch, just because I’m not dominant all the time or I don’t always come off as the strongest person it doesn’t mean I’m weak but you both made me feel like I am. I’ve been submissive with both of you and I’ve loved having people to share all of me with but it felt like you choosing to make that deal meant that I can’t do that anymore because if I did you’d both just be looking down on me the entire time.” He finishes bluntly, the tears he had tried to hide had began falling down his face, just as yours had at the site of him.

You watch as Jin grabs Yoongis arm, stopping him intervening in Jungkooks confession.

“I’m so sorry Jungkook.” Hoseok is the first to respond to him, instinctively wrapping him in an embrace forcing your hands to be separated as Jungkook hugged him back.

“I’m beyonf sorry I never meant to make you feel less or feel unsafe with me. Not just because of my job but because I care about you. You can be whenever you want to with me and I promise you I’ll never do anything that makes you feel as if I am judging you again. No matter whether you are submissive, dominant or in between all sides of you are valid. All sides of you are special.” Hoseok focused on Jungkook intently, as if he was the only person in the room.

“I said the same thing to yn last night but I’ll say it to you now - I know I don’t deserve forgiveness however if you could find it within yourself to give me another chance I would feel so grateful.” Hobi all but pleads, his voice thick with sincerity.

Jungkook looks towards you for a moment. Although you was unsure wether it was for comfort or acceptance you sent him a gentle smile accompanied by a slight nod.

You look to Jin who just smiles back at you, a look of pride on his face. As he mouths the words “it’s okay.”

Your heart melts at the way Jungkook pulls hobi into a hug, his flailed expression morphing into one of happiness, his eyes glistening although not with the tears of sadness, with the relief that things are once again okay, even just for a moment.

Jimin steps forward hastily, his presence lurking in the shadow of you making you turn to him, a faint smile on your face as you step out of the way, allowing him to approach Jungkook.

“Can we talk too?” Jimin asks, shuffling from one foot to another.

Jungkook bites his lip for a moment before nodding eagerly. “I think we should.” Hoseok steps back, reclaiming his seat in the table.

“Yn?” The sound of your name comes out quietly from Tae behind you, without thinking you all but run to him, evading your arms around him like a protective barrier.

You allow yourself to focus on everyone else in the house, Yoongi and Jin had began playing food, Hosoek was watching the conversation between Jimin and Jungkook unfold, Namjoon however was watching you, concern clear on his face.

“Is everything okay?” You question, you hand fluttering through the pups curls.

“Just want you.” He breaths, his head burrowing itself deeper into your chest.

You giggle lightly, squeezing your arms around his frame. “Im right here silly.”

“Yn?” His voice wavers.

“Yes baby?”

He sniffles quietly, clearing his throat as his grip on you tightens. “Don’t be mad at Jimin forever, he hates himself for messing up. I forgave him and so did Jungkook. Will you?”

Your eyes waver on Jimin, before glancing towards everyone else. Jungkooks laughter although quiet had returned, the eldest members on the house could be seen carrying plates of food to the table where both Namjoon and Hobi were having their own conversation.

“I can.” You insist.

The persistent but absentminded fiddling of his fingers paused, his grip loosening as he pulls back to look at you. The sparkle in his golden brown eyes retuned as if he was finally content. “Can we all hug now?”

You grin and nod. “Only if they agree pup.”

Taehyung stands up proudly, coughing dramatically to draw everyone’s attention to which they gave it. “Something wrong?”

“I’m glad you asked Yoongi Hyung.” You watch as he claps his hand in your direction, almost as if he was introducing you.

“Yn wants us all to hug.” You freeze, your mouth struggling to work. “I did not!” You deflect, throwing a pillow at him.

Taehyung recovers fast, his hands locking into yours as he pulls you off the couch. “Come on everyone, are you really going to deny yn?”

You hear the snickers and groans of the other members as they all flocked towards you. “This is so gay.” Namjoon laughs.

“Blame tae.” You state bluntly.

“Are we okay?” The doms breath is hot on your neck causing you to draw your breath in hastily. “I want to see you and Jimin in my room after breakfast.”

“Noted baby girl.” Hobi chuckles, sending a shiver down your spine.

Both the impromptu group hug and the family breakfast go smoothly, the energy in the house calming back to its natural state. You excuse yourself first after your offer to help clean up was declined by the youngest members who had made a bet on who could clean the most dishes in 30 seconds. Although, you was unsure what the prize was and it was clear they had no idea either.

You barely processed the footsteps behind you as a pair of arms lift you up an unexpected squeal erupting from your mouth as you’re tossed onto the bed. “Missed me?”

Your heart beats melodies as your eyes wander around Jimins face. “I did indeed.”

He looks a mess; eyes puffy, face still pale but even so his beauty was outstanding. “Are we okay now? Do you think you can forgive me?”

Your eyes flutter shut as his plump lips take to your sensitive neck.”mhm now kiss me.”

You fall so deeply into the kiss, your body going limp as his fingers trace your body. Your skin burning as if he is setting a fire across you. You moan wantonly into his mouth as the tip of his finger brushes against the thin waistband of your shorts.

“Am I interrupting?” Your eyes widen, head moving in search of the voice until you finally set your sights on him - your master.

“Started without me huh princess? You couldn’t wait just a little.” He grins wolfishly. “I’m not surprised, I know how desperate you can get.” He shrugs, sending a quick wink to Jimin who releases you from under him, taking a step back from the bed as Hoseok fills his place.

You shiver, the ache between your legs growing tenfold. “Sorry Master.”

“You’re lucky today is all about you my little slut.” His voice is low, rhythmic. His thumb pads over your lips, causally slipping between them into your mouth.

He hums his appraisal. “Such a good girl for me.”

You whine back, hips thrusting against him. You attempt to beg for his touch but the words come out muffled around his thumb. “What was that?” He goads you, his voice laced with fake sympathy.

Don’t play with her too much.” Jimin teases, Hosoeks eyes darken, “okay peaches whatever you say.” Your heart pauses for a moment, worried there would be some kind of argument but you’re met with the sweet laughter of Jimin.

Instantly, the energy in the room shifts as you’re flipped over, your stomach pressed against the sheets as your clothes are being pulled off you; giving you no time to adjust to the situation.

Your hand reaches out, needy for any kind of connection when a hand wraps around your wrist, guiding you to the figure now standing in-front of you. “So pretty. Open that mouth of yours and show me how much of a good girl you can be, show me how much you deserve an orgasm.” The addictive tone of his voice soothes you, whilst simultaneously making your pussy throb.

You widen your jaw instinctively, your tongue dropping to rest against your bottom lip as Jimin pushes his pants down, his hard cock springing free.

You hear Hoseok shuffle behind you, instinctively you look back towards him, the excitement becoming overwhelming however you soon realise your mistake as you’re met with His predatory grin, the dark glint in his eyes forces you still. “Did I tell you to look at me?”

You shake your head, eyes casting downwards, your nervousness weighing you down.

He tuts. “Naughty slut today are we?”

Your ass is met with three hits, each one heavier than the last. “Watch your mouth before I turn this little setting into a punishment.” He chastises, uncaring to soothe the redness you can feel spreading.

“Y-yes m-master.” You stutter, a moan trapped in your throat at the sudden impact. Your attention is turned back to Jimin as his hand entangled within your hair as he harshly pulls you back to face him. “Focus here.” He demands and you don’t question him even as you hear hobi snicker behind you.

His voice still commanding you. “I’m going to tie your hands up, i will leave it loose enough that you can click your fingers, if you need to stop- to use your safe work click your fingers twice.” You feel him wrap the thin rope around your wrists, not tight enough that you can’t move but not loose enough that you could escape without help. “There are scissors beside the bed in case we need to remove the ropes instantly. Can you tell me your colour?” Hoseok stills, his movement depending on your answer.

“Green.” You affirm.

You stay still and Silent as he finishes up, it’s hard to stay focused as jimins cock dangles in front of you, his eyes lidded with desire. “Can you click baby?” Jimin asks, his tone softer than before.

You click twice, showcasing your ability to do so.

“Now let’s fuck you the way you need it right baby?” Jimin grins, a condescending mirth across his face, your power feeling non existent against him.

You groan as you feel Hoseoks tip align with your entrance, just as Jimins cock does with your mouth. They fuck into you at the same time both men merciless with your holes. Behind you the breathless moans of hosoek fill the room, cusses spewing from his mouth as he fucks himself into you deeper, Jimins praises flooding your mind the way his pre cum floods across your tongue.

You focus on breathing through your nose and keeping your jaw lax. “Such a cock hungry slut aren’t you? I bet your cunt is dripping at the way you’re gagging on me.” Jimin chuckles lowly and you can’t help but tighten yourself around Hoseok in response.

You feel the Doms hands squeezing your ass, separating your cheeks. “Maybe Jimin should come and fuck your ass, show him how much of a desperate girl you really are.”

“ungh..uh…” any agreement you try to show comes out muffled at the intrusion in your throat. Your vision blurs as you eyes water at the way Jimin relentlessly fucks your mouth, his cock repeatedly slamming into you. “You look so pretty with your drool all over you. You’re enjoying this aren’t you baby?” Jimin breaths through a rough groan.

You roll your eyes back, your head drooping at the arousal submerging you. The blanket between your legs provides your clit with friction every time Hosoek bottoms into you, the stimulation electrifying every nerve on your body.

“Wanna cum down your throat doll.” Jimins grunts, his thrusts becoming full of desperation as he chases his orgasm.

You whine against him, too full to speak.

Your head is held still, your nose practically touching Jimins stomach as he snaps his hips one last time, you feel the familiar salty but warm liquid trickle down your throat in streaks. He groans as he pulls out of you, his chest heaving. His grip in your hair loosens although he doesn’t move his hand away completely. Your body goes slump without him holding you up. “Such a good doll for me. What do good dolls say?”

Your heart skips a beat at his praise. “Thank you Sir.” you pant, your body drained.

Before you can recover or even catch your breath Hoseoks thrusts become rough, your attention refocusing on him despite the way Jimin plays with your hair. “Master please” you beg, trying to push yourself back onto his cock.

Your orgasm continues to rise, the familiar pressure growing within your stomach. “You want to cum already princess?” He asks , pulling you closer to him by your hips.

You nod lazily, your tied hands reaching back to find him onto to be met with empty air. “pl-fuck-please master.”

“Maybe I should just let you cum.” His voice wraps you in a security blanket, your hope for release growing as the usual sharp tone of his dominant voice dropped for a second before he steals it away. “But then again where’s the fun in that?”

You sob as his thrusts hit full force, his hands maintaining a deathly grip on your hips. A delirious cloud fogging your brain as your orgasm begins to overpower you, the tightening in your stomach alarming you that it’s only seconds away. “I can’t stop I’m going to cum I can’t- I can’t fuck please- no oh fuck no.” Meaningless babbles spew from your lips as your masters cock attacks your g-spot. You knew exactly what he was doing and so did you.

“You’re going to hold it and I’m going to cum in this pretty little pussy of yours okay? You know Yoongi already told you that you couldn’t cum unless you had permission. Did you really think I wouldn’t know? Now be an obedient pet and take it.”

Your voice is muffled as you hide within the sheets looking for some protection from the way you’re being fucked, tears streaming down your face as you whine against him, unable to hold back your own orgasm at the filthy words he aims at you. You attempt to respond but you can’t even manage to breathe right as your unexpected and forbidden orgasm rips through you, your moans turn to screams as his cock pounds into you a few more times before he pulls your hair back, forcing your head up to see a figure in front of you. Jimins lips graze agains your mouth, his teeth biting into your lip. Your body thrashes around as the excessive stimulation becomes unbearable. You’re cum coating Hoseoks cock in a thick layer.

He lets out chuckle followed by husky curses and moans. “You are so fucked but first I’m going to fill you up with my cum.” The tone to his voice has you freezing. Even in this state you knew what that voice held however your fear subsided momentarily as he fucks his cum into you, tears steam down your face, your body and mind feeling euphoric.

“wan’ your cum master.” You pathetically whine, rutting against him lightly.

After a few more quick thrusts he slides out of you, both his and your cum dripping down your thighs. “You did so good baby girl.” A voice coos although you’re unsure who.

The ropes around your wrists disappear and you welcome the freedom.

“Can you stand up?” You recognise Jimin as he places kisses against your sweaty forehead.

You groan. “Okay let me get a cloth.” Hoseok comes into your eye line, crouching beneath you, his clothes back on as if nothing had happened the only indication you had fucked being the throbbing between your legs.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it.” You mumble shamefully. The feeling of failing much more emotionally draining than you remember.

“We can deal with that later.” He shushes you, sliding your head onto his lap as you wrap your arms around his thigh, your fingers gripping the fabric of his sweatpants.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper again, this time with tears falling from your eyelashes. “Are you crying?” Hobi asks, his voice soft, concerned.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asks, rushing to you. The warm cloth making you wince as it presses against your sensitivity.

“I think it’s sub drop.” Hobi whispers to him, you’re unable to hear his response through your own silent cries. “I tried to hold it I really did.” You plead, unsure who your words are directed at.

You feel your body shift as you’re pulled into a pair of arms, the blanket thrown off the bed before you’re placed back on the cold sheets. “I’ll get a blanket.” Hosoek mumbles to Jimin. “Okay Hyung.”

“Hyung?” You ask, he had never said that before.

“Yes Hyung.” He confirms, his fingers trailing up and down your back.

“Why Hyung?” You ask in between sniffles.

“Because we spoke yesterday, we worked things out between us and I realised that he may not be the worst person. We started in this house on a misunderstanding, one that I think we resolved enough for him to be my Hyung.” He explains, you can feel his eyes focused on you although shame stops you from looking back.

Before you can think too much a blanket is draped over you, Hobi joining your right side.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“mhm.” You respond, although it wasn’t the most truthful.

“Doll we can’t help you if you don’t talk to us, we can’t have scenes anymore if you can’t communicate.” he explains honestly, to which Jimin agrees.

You bury your head into Jimins neck as you explain your inner turmoil. “I feel like I failed you both. I guess I wanted to prove to you that I was strong, that I’m not weak because I have a submissive nature.”

“Oh sweetheart.” Jimin cups your face bringing you up to face him. “We made a mistake when we said those things, one that we both regret. You are one of the strongest women I know.” Your eyes well up at the way he looks at you, his eyes full of adoration.

“Yesterday was one of my most shameful moments.” Hobi leans over, his hand running through your hair. “You don’t have to prove anything, you are strong.”

You can’t hold back the choked cries any longer, the pressure of the previous day makes your emotional jar overflow. Neither of them say anything as you cry, tear tears soaking the shirt Jimin had put on as hobi reassuringly rubs your back.

The next time anyone speaks there’s a soft knock at the door. “I’ll get it.” hobi confirms. You miss his presence immediately, whining for him to return.

“Is she okay?” You recognise Jins voice, peeking up to get a look at him. His face still as his eyes look past the younger man directly onto you.

“Jinnie.” You whisper, before long he reaches your side.

“We will be downstairs okay baby?” Jimin informs you before both he and hoseok leave the room. You didn’t mind too much safe in Jins presence.

“This is so hard.” You huff, your eyes puffy and red.

“I know but it’s nearly over okay?” He soothes you, his warm hands brushing the stray tears from your flushed cheeks.

“I just feel so worn out.” You admit the words honestly. As much as you loves the house the pressure of eliminations grew heavy.

“Why don’t you take a nap? I’ll be here when you wake up and then if you need to we can talk a little?”

You don’t say anything, accepting his proposition silently.

It’s still daylight when you wake up, you wonder the time not that you’re fully able to check a body is slumped over yours.

“You’re awake?” You’re startled by Yoongis voice.

You wipe your eyes with the only free hand you had, you see Jungkook had successfully wrapped his arms around your other, securing you to him. “You’re here?” You ask back with a smile.

“I missed you.” He chuckled, his voice no more than a hushed whisper, mindful of the sleeping boy. “You didn’t miss me.” Jin snickers to the right of you.

“Please leave your lovers squirrel for later, there is a child sleeping.” You laughed.

“I’m not a child and I’m not asleep.” Jungkooks voice was gruff, as if he was on the border between consciousness and the blissful unawareness that sleep brings.

You ruffle his hair. “Sorry baby.”

“Are you okay? Hyung said you was crying.” He asks, his eyes full of wonder.

“I’m okay now you’re here.” You lean forward as much as you can, giving him a short hug before letting your body fall back against Yoongis shoulder.

His lips curl up in a smile, his front teeth becoming exposed as he sits up. “Can we go eat now?”

“Only if you carry me.” You stretch your arms out lazily.

He dramatically sighs making both jin and yoongi laugh. “But I’m a child.”

“Come here you big baby I’ll carry you.” Jin picks you up in one swift motion. An endearing look across his face as you watch yoongi kiss Jungkook before lacing his fingers in between the others.

And once again the reality that you was the most lucky person alive hit you, leaving you with a smile and feeling of content that even the worst of storms couldn’t steal.

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