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not-all-that-chic · 6 years

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Opulence

parts ⟨ prologue | yugyeom | youngjae | jinyoung | bambam | mark | jackson | jaebum | epilogue ⟩

wordcount | 6.2k

warnings | exhibitionism, dry-humping, blow job, fingering, daddy, praise

rec. track | ♫ ♩

Fire. Fire everywhere. My room— that was a beautiful blue with golden tapestries and cute stuffed animals —is now a burning red. The wood on my bed burns to a black so dark it could crumble me with it.

I cough and cry and whine, not knowing what is going on. It's helpless. Arms flailing wildly, I try to move, but I can't. How did I end up like this? My body can't will itself to move.

It's a dream. But I can't get out.

My throat is hoarse from whining, and although I can feel myself crying and screaming, it's a secondary experience.

Voices from beyond a door in the room echo. Two male voices. I cry louder and louder, my back burning from the heat of what I'm lying on. The flames get higher, threatening to lick at my skin.

It crackles and in a moment, something hot lands on my skin. A burning sensation shoots up my arm. I throw my little body left and right, but the pain doesn't stop and I can't get out.

Only then do I realize that I'm a baby.

The door bursts open and two figures run to my crib.

"Oh, wondrous. She is safe." A man with a huge cloak and chains hanging from his neck picks me up in his arms. He wraps me under his cloak.

"Okay, Namjoon, that's great, but if we don't leave now she'll die so hurry up!" The booming voice of the shorter man with grey hair and red eyes scares me. I start to cry again, but they don't comment as they run out of the room.

The hallways are also burning. Although we travel quickly, through glances in the window, the entire world around this place is ablaze.

"Yoongi! Find a way out!" In a split second, his companion's bones crack loudly and huge dragon wings spurt from his back.

He glides ahead of us and I stare on in awe. His mouth opens and a ball of fire erupts and blasts a hole in the wall the size of a meteor.

"I said find a way out!"

"This is faster. Stop complaining!" And suddenly, Yoongi throws himself on the ground.

Before I can even begin to question his actions, his ragged clothing rips apart as his bones crack in a sickeningly loud way. Arms dislocating and back hunching. His body grows bigger and his skin begins to take on a black, scaly look. By the way he screams, the transformation hurts him. He's transforming into a dragon right before my eyes.

The ceiling crumbles with his height and the bricks under his feet give. Within seconds, a three-story tall dragon is in front of me.

"Get on," his voice is grandiose with power. This is straight out of a fairytale. Namjoon, with me in his arms, carefully climbs onto his back.

Yoongi takes off and the wind hurts my face from the force. Eventually, we begin to soar way above the castle, his wings flapping.

Here, way above the damage, I see just how destroyed everything is. There is a field of red: both fire and blood. Knights litter the ground, some in red and some in black.

It looks like hell on Earth.

"Is the princess safe?" Yoongi's huge voice asks. Namjoon looks down and touches my small arm gently.

"For the most part. She has a burn that will likely be there forever, but she will be fine." The dragon starts to shake.

"Good."

"You're rumbling, Yoongi."

"Be quiet and just hold her."

"Hey," NamJoon says. The shaking gets stronger. "Are you alive?"

"What?" I jump up, a bright light nearly blinding me. Above me, Jinyoung chuckles. He holds his hand out and I grab it as he lifts me up.

"Did you rest well?"

"Yes. Thank you, Jinyoung." Smiling, the kind man holds his arm to me. For a moment, I stare at him, the blush as I catch on and grab his arm.

"I am not supposed to be helping you, but I cannot help it. I refuse to leave you here alone." It brings me joy. He's been such a great person and definitely the most helpful. And in a way, the Watchmaker has too— then I remember the dream.

"Jinyoung. I had a dream."

"Dreams. Illusive things. I always dream of very odd things. Do tell your dream.

"In my dream, I was a princess. The castle was burning down and two men came to save me. One of them was the Watchmaker and the other one..." I rack my brain for the other man's name.

Jinyoung stops walking and turns to me, face pale and pupils shaking.

"Tell me. Oh no. This can't be..." he mutters to himself.

Y... it started with a Y.

"He-! He had transformed into a dragon. Yonee? Yoome? Ugh!" I stomp my foot, frustrated at being unable to recall his name.

Jinyoung grabs at my dress and pulls down the sleeve before pulling my arm up. His eyes apparently find what he was looking for. He places a hand to his forehead and walks away from me.

"Jinyoung?" I ask as I put on my sleeve again. What caused this? Was my dream such a big deal?

"What is the man's name?"

"I really can't-" then it hits me like a freight train. As if someone put the name in my head. "Yoongi! His name was Yoongi!"

The Caterpillar turns back to me, pale and anxious, but now with a smile on his face. He returns and gives me a tight hug.

"You must gather all the keys. Please. You are who we need."

"Jinyoung?" As if nothing happened, Jinyoung grabs my hand and begins running, forcing me along.

"Please hurry hurry hurry! Get the keys that are left! Jaebum can explain everything!"

The air around us sparkles in Jinyoung's familiar magic and I feel about as light as a feather. My eyes get watery, so I close them. Then Jinyoung's hand holds less and less weight until it's not there at all. When I open my eyes again, what were trees before disappear into an open field of green, the occasional oak here and there.

"Jinyoung?" I stop, whipping around from side to side in search of the dapper man, but there is no sign of him anywhere.

Instead of him, all I can find is endless grass and in the far distance, the silhouette of a building.

Why did he leave me as soon as I told him the dream?! Who we need?! What does that mean?! Why does everyone in this place speak in riddles and never finish what they're saying?! The most information I've ever gotten is from the Watchmaker and I haven't even met him!

Growing frustrated, I throw the keys on the ground and plop down on the grass. I look at my hands in my lap.

I feel like I'm being used and tossed aside, where I think I have trust I always lose it. Once they give me their key, they treat me like trash and tell me to move along.

Gathering my legs up to my chest, I wrap my arms around them and begin weeping.

"I just want to go home." Tears pour down my checks. The wind tickles my cheeks as if the world is comforting me.

But I want my mother, my cat. I want to escape this. I want my normalcy and boring life back. Every time I walk down a road, I get lost. Then the residents treat me nicely until they send me back on the road to get lost again. Will it be like this until I get all the keys?

Save your tears. The road ahead of you is hard. You have yet to finish yo-

"Leave me alone, Jackson. All you do is give me useless poems."

Once I say that he leaves me alone. Good. I'm tired of him being so patronizing and puzzling.

But I guess that crying and feeling sorry for myself won't help. I have to get up and get those keys. The faster I do that, the faster I can leave.

I wipe my tears angrily and start running toward the building. Hatter Mansion is next and I'm guessing that building is it. As confused as I feel, I have to keep that conviction: get the keys in order to leave. Faster faster faster. The building grows closer and even if I'm tired I push forward.

Then, I stop in my tracks as I notice a man being attacked by someone else. This is something I need to walk away from. I could walk away from them and then go to the mansion even if it takes longer.

But what stops me is the tall hat on the man's head, the glittering key hanging from his eccentrically decorated hat. Now I can't walk away. The man on top of him— strangely —has no face. There is a dagger in his hand and for the first time since arriving, I feel a real fear and danger.

His life is at risk.

Magically, a sparkling, pink sword appears to my right. Pink magic... Jackson? I don't question it too much and instead, sneak up behind the men. The— who I assumed to be —Mad Hatter notices me and smirks up at the person on top of him. He struggles to keep his dagger at bay but manages to send a quip.

"Rest in peace, you pathetic man." I'm afraid, but for selfish reasons, I can't hesitate as I close my eyes and stab the man. The sword disappears quickly.

As soon as the deed is done, the faceless man transforms into ash and all that is left is a sheet of paper.

Again I find myself shocked by the oddity of his existence.

"Care to help me up, M'Lady?" He leans on his elbows, looking me up and down as if I was a delicious meal. Nodding, I help him to his feet and he instantly grabs my hand, planting a kiss on the skin.

I can't help blushing at his act of gentlemanliness. He winks at me and runs his thumb over the soft skin of my hand. His eyes are so full of confidence— dare I say arrogance? —and strength— again, dare I say foolish fearlessness —as he stares me down. Just one look into his eyes and I feel an air of "I know exactly what I want and how to obtain it".

"The Mad Hatter will be kind to you, but for the sake of his pride."

Jinyoung's words remind of exactly who he is.

His hat is black with a checker patterned band, trinkets hanging from the hat like a golden elephant with ruby eyes or a glass eyeball. He's wearing an emerald green suit and brocade jacket with a deep, purple vest and cream undershirt. Even his cravat has a ruby holder. Not to mention his shoe tips are golden.

After giving him a once over, I notice a revolver in his belt, cementing the fact he is fully capable of killing me.

"Lovely of you to have saved me. My name is BamBam, but I am known as the Mad Hatter to most. Heard of me?"

Yes. Very arrogant. He didn't even ask my name. But I admire and like that arrogance. He begins to lead me toward where I wanted to go to begin with.

I decide to tell him my name anyways.

"A beautiful name for an equally beautiful girl."

"Do you mind me asking why that man attacked you?" BamBam looks me up and down, then notices the keys in my pocket. He stops walking as if he finally noticed my existence for the first time.

His eyes widen.

"You're a Wanderer?"

"Yes."

"Amazing you have lasted long enough to meet me. You have piqued my interest, I must say. A difficult thing to do." I hold the urge to roll my eyes, knowing that he is still dangerous.

"Thank you, BamBam."

"I love a well-mannered girl. You're a good girl, hm?" Blushing, I nod. That felt strange, but I allow him to lead me ever closer to the Mansion.

"Thank you?"

"To explain what happened earlier, I assume you have only met Parcelages thus far." Yet another word I have no clue about. This place is too different from my world.

"What is that?"

"Anyone in this world that holds an important role is a Parcelage. There are many types, like Guardians. Gatekeepers from this dimension and yours. And the like," he tells me with a wave of his hand.

"And that man that tried to attack you?" He places a hand on his hat to adjust its position, ever the vain man he is.

"An Incognant. They have no purpose other than to serve a Parcelage. When he died, he became nothing but a blank paper. His life has no meaning, like a piece of paper."

That makes me sad. Surely he had likes, dislikes, a family. He is more than just a piece of paper.

"...And what would have happened if I didn't save you?"

"When people of your kind die, it is very different. Your body doesn't disappear. When a Parcelage dies, we become a book, recounting our life and accomplishments."

"I understand. That's a bit unfair, isn't it? Some people just have to be nothing forever."

BamBam shakes his head and points at himself with pride as he exclaims, "Not the strong! I was an Incognant. But I was tired of being bossed around by the Heart Court that I decided to make my own Mansion."

Now that I recall back, I read that book about the history of the Land of Wonder. To think he went from a nobody to someone with such a huge role is incredible. He deserves to be cocky and proud in a way.

"That's really amazing of you. To be able to stand up for yourself and decide your own fate."

BamBam's chest puffs with pride. We soon arrive at his Mansion. I hadn't noticed, so occupied by the conversation. The entrance is impeccable. Grass perfectly trimmed and gardens beautiful. It's clear he takes great care of his Mansion.

As soon as his heels step on the pavement of entrance, maids with no face rush to accommodate his arrival.

"Welcome back, Sir," they echo in unison. It's truthfully very offsetting to see faceless people. That is such a sad existence. He smiles and waves.

"Good morning. I hope you all rested well." Somehow, his words shock me a bit. Despite his own pride, he's kind to those who serve him.

"BamBam!" A toothy boy appears in the doorway. He's adorable and reminds me of a bunny, but then I notice his ears and realize exactly why.

"Hello, and who are you?" The bunny asks me.

BamBam introduces me and adds, "She's a Wanderer."

"Oh! Nice to meet you. My name is Jungkook. I'm the March Hare." He shakes my hand, his sweet attitude contagious as I find myself smiling with him. "How long are you staying-"

"Not long at all. Once I give her my key she has to move on to Mark. I don't have long." He leads us into the main room— which is just as gorgeous and extravagant as the entrance. I look up at BamBam, wondering what he's in such a rush for.

Jungkook voices my thoughts, "Why the rush?"

"Some inside voices have said that the Prince of Hearts plans on releasing the Jabberwock as soon as he has power." The Hare's eyes bulge. BamBam sits on the couch and places his gun on the table. A few of his allies come into the room, watching and listening to the conversation. I try to ignore their stares.

"That's dangerous! Jaebum is insane!"

"He thinks that burning down all the opposing rulers will make him the only ruler." The Hatter roles his eyes and shakes his head.

"Excuse me, but who is the Jabberwock?"

"The Jabberwock is a man who can shift into a dragon. He's been dormant for many years. Only the Heart Court has access to him," an Incognant explains.

A thought comes to my head: Yoongi. In my dream, that man transformed into a dragon. Could he be the Jabberwock?

"Problem is, the Jabberwock doesn't obey anyone. All he's doing is summoning a disaster. If he goes along with his plan, this whole land will be destroyed, him included."

"That's terrible!" I feel cold from my head to my toes.

"Which is why I want you to hurry and reach Jaebum." BamBam turns to me, serious. He begins taking off his jacket and hat. "He has a soft spot for cute and kind-hearted women. You can convince him to stop, but you have to be fast."

When he comes closer to me, I start to back up, until the back of my leg hits a table. BamBam reaches forward, hand on my cheek as he smiles.

"You'll do well, I know it. Come here so I can kiss you."

He does so without warning. His tongue enters my warm mouth instantly. It dances with my own until it makes its own trek inside, touching everywhere it can. Hands come down on my ass instantly as he hikes my dress up to squeeze my cheek. I moan into his mouth and he smirks. Then I realize we are doing in front of so many people and quickly push him away.

I see Jungkook looking on in shock, but I see a tent in his pants. BamBam looks around and chuckles.

"Don't be embarrassed, Baby Girl. They're looking at you because they want to be me so badly. Look at how beautiful you are." If anything, knowing everyone is watching gets me wetter. They want to fuck me but have to watch as BamBam gets to.

"Fucking you is an absolute privilege. I can't wait to see your beautiful body," he admits. I glow under his compliments and nod, letting him take over.

Again and again, I know I'm being used, but I can't find a reason to care. He wants me to go to stop the Prince of Hearts, so the faster he gives me his key, the faster I can go. I can pity myself later, but right now, I want BamBam to do what he wants. I'm already so eager for the pleasure, having come to expect it.

BamBam grazes his finger against my ass again, pressing his finger against the fabric of my dress and pushing it inside my cheeks. It's dirty and I feel red hot at the contact.

"Do you like that? Me touching you there?" He whispers, coming close to my ear. Lips attach to my lobe, sucking on it before licking the shell of my ear.

I shiver and my knees buckle. Luckily, his grip on my ass is hard enough to hold me up. BamBam's thin frame leans over me, his hands reaching down to massage my cheeks between his hands. Moaning softly in his ear, I close my eyes to simply enjoy the feeling.

"Oh, Baby Girl, what I wouldn't give to just fuck you nice and slow. Make you moan with those pretty lips and that face. I want to cum on your face," he growls. Then, he attaches himself to my jawline, licking and sucking at the skin. I moan in his ear, imagining his cock in my mouth.

I'm not sure where to put my hands, so I just embrace him. His touch is soft and sensual, driving my mind wild, but also making me feel wanted and content. When I open my eyes, Jungkook is uncomfortably grabbing at his crotch, biting his lip. His eyes are blown out. The people around us seem uncomfortable but keep their respect.

Jungkook looks as if he wants to cum in his pants.

"What's wrong, Jeon?" BamBam asks, removing himself in order to raise his brow at him. He's positively grinning with smugness.

BamBam then— without warning —shoves his hand in my panties, the roughness of his glove rubbing against my clit deliciously. My moan is so loud, the people in the room begin to sweat.

"Oh, BamBam~" I grind against his hand.

"Go ahead. You can masturbate. I know my Baby Girl is beautiful. Look at her receiving me so well. Like she was made for me," he purrs.

Jungkook's eyes widen, but he then nods and sits on the couch. He unbuckles his pants and shoves them down. His cock is soon in his hands and he bucks against it.

The sight shocks me, but BamBam takes my attention away from the March Hare by grabbing my chin.

"Naughty girl. You like it when they watch, hm?" I nod.

BamBam opens my mouth and shoves his fingers inside. Moaning, I suck on his fingers.

"You taste good, right? Your so wet already and I haven't done much of anything." He removes his finger and sticks them back on my clit, the idea of how dirty and wet they are makes my core clench with dizzying heat.

"I want to do so much more, Baby Girl, but you have to be good for me. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Daddy." BamBam shivers when I say that word. That one word held so much power over him that he slams me against the wall and places his lips on my neck.

"Yes. I like that word." He kisses. "Can you moan it for me?" He nibbles. "I like how it sounds coming from you." The kisses he leaves on my neck are so wet and desperate that it only confirms he likes his ego stroked.

I throw my head back in a moan when he begins grinding his rock hard dick against me. The pressure against my pussy makes me want to cry. This is just a taste of what's to come.

Some moans echo in the back and I quickly realize it's Jungkook. It makes me want to put on a show. Let these people know what I'm capable of.

But with BamBam kissing my neck and touching me wildly while he grinds against me, I can't think. He doesn't let the pleasure cease for even an instant. My clit starts to feel sore from how much he's grinding against me. The already dark room feels darker, or maybe it's just me that's dark.

He then turns me around and hikes up my dress, pressing his cock against my ass.

"You're so soft. I want to be inside you, on you, all day."

"Am I doing good, Daddy?" BamBam grinds his cock especially hard against and bites my neck. It's a pleasurable pain.

"So good. You're perfect. Beautiful. I can't believe I'm about to fuck that pretty pussy of yours." I start panting, tongue out and pupils blown wide.

I've lost myself in BamBam, but I'm still keenly aware of the people in the room and Jungkook jacking off.

I want more.

BamBam reads my body easily and takes off my dress. Eager to please him, I finish taking off my clothes quickly before helping him out of his. He smirks at this and places a hand on my head.

"You're being very good. Maybe I should reward you." His upper half is nude and although his body isn't quite as built as Jinyoung's or cute like Youngjae's, it has a lithe charm.

Everything about BamBam is oddly attractive and I can't deny the magnetism of his simple existence. He exudes a personable air that makes you naturally want to do as he says.

"What do you want, Baby Girl?"

I look him up and down, then stare into his eyes. All I want is to make him proud, oddly enough.

"Can I please suck your cock?" He very nearly chokes on his surprise. His eyes widen, but then he grabs my face, darkness sparkling in his eyes.

"Of course. Go ahead." Smiling, I get on my knees and begin unbuckling his pants. I'm a little nervous, having never done this. Sharp as ever, he notices and runs his hand through my hair.

"You'll do well. I know it. If you want to stop, then just stop." It comforts me, so I pull down his pants and underwear in one go.

His cock stands tall, precum leaking from the tip. It's really big for someone of his frame, but it still fits him so well. I lean forward and give it a kitten lick, the bitter cum coating my tongue. BamBam bucks forward and I look up in worry.

"I'm fine, Baby Girl. Just excited to have that pretty mouth around me," he reassures. I blush and nod.

My tongue licks the head, into the slit as BamBam hisses.

"So good!" He moans. I haven't done much, but that small praise spurns me to do more. Running my tongue up and down the base, I feel the veins of his cock pulse with blood.

After more teasing, I finally take the tip of his cock into his mouth. BamBam grabs the hair on my scalp, but I can tell he's holding himself back.

I decide to suck, hard. He pushes me closer to him, making me take a bit more into his mouth.

Removing myself a bit, I say, "Do whatever you want with me, Daddy. I want to make you cum." Then I go right back to giving his cock attention.

"Okay, Baby Girl. You're already about to make me cum," he chuckles earnestly. "Do you know how sexy you look? You're so beautiful with my cock in your mouth."

I blush at his praise and take more into my mouth, bobbing as I go. Just sucking up and down like this could make him cum, sure, but I need to up the anti. So, I add my tongue, pressing against the bottom of his cock. His face contorts with pleasure and the grip on my hair tightens.

He likes it, but I can do more. My hands come around to help reach the places my mouth can't. I suck, lick and pump his cock. I want BamBam to explode with pleasure.

"Oh fuck. You're so good. You're a pro. I'm gonna cum just like this."

No, not like this. There's more I can do. My hands move around the back of his thighs as I brace myself. I take a deep breath and relax my throat. Forcing my mouth more, I take the rest of his cock into my mouth, the tip touching the back of my throat.

BamBam groans loudly, holding my head in place. I look up at him, seeing his expression. He seems as if he's holding back, but I really want him to just use me as he pleases. He's breathing so hard, a bead of sweat falling from his chin. However gentle he is, it's gratifying that he's so caring.

It's different from what Jinyoung explained. Maybe sex makes him kinder?

"Can you just stay like this, Baby Girl? I promise I won't be harsh." I hum and he proceeds to rock himself against my throat.

I can't breathe and it's very painful, but I hold back for him. He goes faster and deeper, and as time goes his thrusts get more sloppy. It's obvious he's going to cum soon. One thrust touched a spot in my throat that has me gagging and squeezing around his cock. My eyes water and I swallow instinctively.

"Fucking shit fuck!" The vulgar words pour out of his mouth. "Oh, I'm gonna cum. Swallow it for me, Baby Girl!" He holds my head and hair close, not really giving me a choice.

I hum against his cock and bob in tandem with his thrusts to milk the most out of him. He thrusts a couple more times before I feel a hot substance pour down my throat. Our eyes meet as he finishes cumming.

Watching him intently, I swallow clearly for him to see. He groans and rolls his eyes.

I hear another groan and when I remove myself from BamBam with a 'pop' I see that Jungkook has made a mess in his hand. He really just came... just from watching us? Blushing, I fiddle with my fingers.

But I can't think for much longer as BamBam picks me up and tosses me on the couch. Right next to Jungkook, might I add.

He shoves his tongue in my mouth, both of us moaning and panting into each other. The remnants of BamBam's taste circles inside my mouth, but he doesn't care, so deeply sucked into me that he's blind to anything else.

When he separates, he says to Jungkook, "Isn't she amazing?" Then to me, "You're doing amazing. I don't want this to end." He starts kissing down my body, right there in front of Jungkook. And it makes me feel good.

He's showing me off, but not letting anyone else touch me. Pride and warmth courses through me.

"Fuck, Baby Girl. Why don't I do something for you?" BamBam lies me down on the couch and spreads my legs.

My eyes widen, wondering what exactly he's planning. Is he going down on me? I blush, hoping that's the case.

Instead, he places his finger on my clit circling it like a predator circling his prey. It never touches the sensitive nub, but the anticipation is enough to feel as if he is. I whine, wiggling with want. BamBam smirks down at my panting and whining and kisses me, as if to pacify me.

The kiss is slow and sensual, no tongue involved like his earlier kisses. It isn't ravenous. Just the moist lips molding against mine, working me up. He's patient when it comes to giving other's pleasure and that build up is actually better than his desperation from earlier.

I'm almost salivating from how good he makes me feel. But I look behind BamBam, and there's Jungkook.

My pussy throbs when I see the hare bite his pretty lips. Why do I like this so much?

BamBam finally gets off of me and instead moves down toward my dripping hole. He stares at it as a finger swipes against the entrance. I arch off the couch and my foot grazes Jungkook's thigh. He flinches and squeezes his cock in his hands.

"You're so wet," he smirks. The Hatter brings that finger toward my face and I quickly oblige and lick the finger. I moan and look into his eyes.

"So good, Daddy," I force out my lips, a strained moan intermingling with my words. He cups my sex, his thumb finally rubbing my clit. Sighing loudly with relief, I close my eyes and grab his arm for some kind of support.

Finally, some release. I've been waiting for this moment even if I didn't realize until now.

I hear a moan, but it's Jungkook.

It's so dirty, being watched like this. Knowing that BamBam wants everyone to know I'm his. So many servants are watching, and I'll surely be labeled as a slut, but I can be a slut for BamBam. It's fine if I can feel this pleasure.

BamBam goes down on my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"Oh, BamBam... please. More."

"More? Do you want me?" His thumb is gentle on my sensitive clit.

"Y-yes." Smiling, he nods. His index finger tentatively enters my hole. Moaning loudly, I bring BamBam closer to me and dig my nails into his back. It's so little, but it's so good. He pumps in and out of me quickly, but I soon realize one finger is not enough for me.

"More."

"Wow, I'm sliding inside you, Baby Girl. I did this, hm?" A Cheshire grin forms on his lips and he adds another finger. I buck against his hand, my wet pussy making lewd noises every time he pumps in and out.

Not enough. I want to go to the extremes. The pleasure is mounting and I feel my body shaking. I'm sweating like a damn pig but it's so good I can't even consider how I'll ruin his nice couches.

"M-more! More, please, Daddy!" BamBam's eyes widen, but he does as I ask and adds two more fingers.

"Ngh!" I moan and shake my head. My body very nearly goes into shock from the overwhelming feeling. BamBam laps up the sweat on my face and kisses my lips softly.

"You're doing so well. You're so beautiful like this. I'm proud of you for going through with this. Do you like this, Baby Girl?"

I don't like it, I love it. But I can't express it, my mouth agape but no sound except shameless moans and loud chanting of 'BamBam' falling out.

"More!"

"What?"

"Please, please! I can't take it! More, Daddy! I want you to make me cum really hard!" I force the words out my lips, so desperate for BamBam to ruin me.

I want to come undone right beneath him.

I want everyone to watch as I cum. I want to cum so hard I'll see stars.

BamBam shoves his whole fist into my hole. My eyes shut tightly, the pain unbearable, but the pleasure very quickly outweighs the discomfort. I would never have thought I could fit a fist inside my pussy, but it's so good. Much better than I could imagine.

I feel so full, and the feeling only intensifies as BamBam pumps his hand in and out of me. It's so full inside of me I can feel it my stomach and chest. My hands grip his back so hard I'm sure I drew blood, but the feeling is unlike anything else.

"Cum for me. You can do it. Look how wet and ready you are," he praises me and I glow. He has a way of making me feel so wanted— like a Queen. I buck into his hand and he gets the idea, shoving his hand deep inside me with each movement.

I'm so close that my rollercoaster is about to drop, sending me into that loop of pleasure on top of pleasure. I nearly scream when BamBam reaches my g spot. His knuckles brush against it over and over again and I know that with only one more brush I'll cum.

"Daddy— ngh —I'm gonna cum!"

"You can do it. Your pussy has been waiting for this. Let go for me, Baby Girl."

I bite my lip and just like that, the band of my pleasure snaps open and pops like a shower of champagne. The feeling has me drunk, breathing hard like it's the last time I'll ever get to breathe. A tingling feeling encompasses my body, and I finally relax as BamBam removes his hand.

He pets my head with his clean hand.

"Jungkook?"

"H-huh?" His poor friend sounds like he's dead tired. Even if he didn't participate, I imagine the situation was quite the experience.

"Get me something to clean her up with."

Jungkook dashes off and soon returns. BamBam cleans me up while I hum. It takes time to get down from a high like that. I just stare up at the intricate chandelier in the middle of the room. BamBam shuffles around.

While I count the number of crystals hanging from the ornate decoration, a key dangles in my face and I grin.

A golden key. A silk, red ribbon with golden charms hang from the key. Even the key itself is large and ornate, looking like an old, treasure chest key with its multiple loops and details.

"No time to waste. I think Mark is in the garden."

BamBam pats my tummy with a smile and turns to leave.

"Wait. Where are you going?"

"I'm very busy with other work. It's a pity I cannot accommodate to your needs, but I need to plan what's next in case of the Jabberwock being awoken."

"What do I do?"

"Jungkook, lead her to Mark, won't you? We need to be fast if we want to stop the future king from destroying this world."

A door slams behind him.

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