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"Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk. BTS!"

You've lost count of how many times you've said it, sitting up and wrapped in blankets in your bed. A glance at your phone tells you it's nearly three in the morning, and the darkness feels suffocating. Anxiety thrums beneath your skin like electricity. Their names are the only thing that keeps it at bay.

"Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi—"

"Oh my god, shut up already," a voice says.

Your bedroom lights flick on and you sit, frozen in horror, your heart hammering in your chest, slowly registering what you're seeing. The seven members of the biggest band in the world. "BTS," you whisper.

"Yeah, no shit," Yoongi says, crossing his arms and glaring at your bedroom wall.

You gape at them. All seven lined up at the edge of your bed, looking...completely normal. Jeans and sweats and t-shirts and beanies and bed head. Except, they're all in your bedroom, standing in a line. Jin, Suga, RM, J-Hope, Jimin, V, and Jeongguk.

You pinch your arm and nothing happens. Jimin chuckles, draping himself over J-Hope, "You're not dreaming."

"Am I…" your eyes flit between each of them, "hallucinating?"

"Nope," Jimin answers again, giggling and ducking his head into Hoseok's neck.

"Then…" You shake your head. You put a hand over your face, trying to comprehend just what the hell is happening. Still half-convinced it is a dream.

"Do you know how many times someone has to repeat our names to actually summon us?" Yoongi's voice is a growl of perfect English and you can feel his eyes on you, burning. You really just want to wake up.

"What? Summon?" you whisper, peeking out from behind your fingers.

"It's actually pretty impressive," Seokjin says. "Especially considering you did it accidentally." He laughs loudly, like a windshield-wiper. You look up from your hands and meet Seokjin's sympathetic gaze, his eyes warm, his smile large. Surreal.

"But she did summon us," Namjoon says, flicking Yoongi's arm playfully and stepping forward, "so we should at least try to be polite."

Now Yoongi's glare is turned on Namjoon, "I am trying," he grumbles, "I was in the middle of a track."

"Hi," a voice says softly by your ear.

You jump and find Taehyung, eyes glowing with mirth, sitting beside you on the bed. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and tilts your chin up. Your mouth falls open in shock, Taehyung licks his lips enticingly. "You're pretty," he says, but not to you, more about you. As if he's appraising something valuable.

"We should probably explain," Hoseok says, smiling genially, "So, um, short version? We're demons."

You turn away from Taehyung and watch them all, flabbergasted. You feel Taehyung pick up a piece of your hair and begin to play with it, delightful tingles running down your spine and settling in the cradle of your hips at the attention.

Hoseok blushes at your shocked expression, chuckling good-naturedly, "We're like," he shrugs, looking at Namjoon to confirm, "a few thousand years old? Pretty powerful."

"Yeah," Jimin agrees, hooking his arm around Hoseok's neck and saying, "And if you say our names a certain amount of times in a certain way, you can summon us!"

Namjoon nods his confirmation, "It's a demon thing."

"Like Beetlejuice," Jeongguk adds, causing a few light-hearted chuckles from the other members.

"Yeah," Yoongi says, facing you again, "Except we're extremely powerful and we've worked extremely hard to advance our summoning rites. And as it stands, you literally have to say our names, in order, consecutively seventy times."

Your jaw drops. Seventy times? Just how anxious had you been?

You have no words. Your brain isn't even comprehending the information they're giving you. You can only come up with one question and its: "You're speaking English?"

There's a couple of chuckles and Seokjin says softly, "We're some of the most powerful demons that have ever existed...we can speak every language."

"But," your brow furrows, and some small part of you realizes that you're avoiding dealing with the real issue here in favor of something small and easier to manage, but you don't care, "in interviews—?"

"Okay, not the point," Yoongi interrupts, scowling.

This time it's Seokjin who flicks Yoongi, the younger wincing and turning away from him and from you. Taehyung's hands are now on your neck, pressing gently in a kind of mock massage. It's distracting. You look at him and there's a mischievous sparkle in his eye that lures you in, you're swaying toward him when Namjoon speaks again—

"Accidentally or no, you did summon us. That means we are bound to you until the contract is complete."

You find your lips centimeters away from Taehyung's, his tongue darting out and just brushing over your top lip playfully. Your mouth is open and you feel yourself this close to outright begging him to stick his tongue in your mouth. But Seokjin's voice is a warning when he says, "Taehyung."

"Sorry," Taehyung pouts, pulling away from you and shifting his hands to play with your hair.

You pull back, too, the hazy lust fading from your mind. You furrow your brow as you try to recall what Namjoon said, "Contract?"

Jimin crawls onto the bed so that he's sitting on your other side, picking up your hair and playing with it like Taehyung. "It's formed automatically," he says, twisting your hair into a plait, "Summoning us seals the deal. Although—" he giggles, "that's under the assumption it won't happen accidentally. We did make the rites difficult. We thought."

You try to ignore the young men playing with your hair and tracing patterns on your neck and shoulders, finding Namjoon's gaze and saying, "What does it mean that I summoned you accidentally?"

Namjoon bites his bottom lip and says, "It defaults to our having to fulfill what you most desire, or most desired at the time of the summoning."

Your eyebrows shoot up, "What does that mean?" Your gaze skirts between them and you add, "What happens if you don't fulfill the contract?"

Yoongi narrows his eyes at you, "We lose everything."

You nearly squeak, "Everything?"

"Power, eternal youth, the fame, all of it, gone."

"Well," you say, because you don't want that to happen. You've loved them for years. They're BTS. "What did I want most? What was my desire?"

"You didn't want to be lonely," Jimin says softly, his voice by your ear.

"And that means, to ease your loneliness, we get to fuck you," Taehyung whispers, his eyes shining and teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he speaks.

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The next morning you wake up in a cold sweat; the dream had felt...so real. You look around your room as the light breaks through your window for some evidence that it had actually happened, but you found none. 

You run your hands through your hair and sigh, "Vivid dream." You shake it off and step out of bed, wandering into the bathroom to get ready for work. 

You close your eyes as you brush your teeth, recalling the seven of them standing at the end of your bed and watching you. Summoning, you rolled your eyes at yourself in the mirror, spitting into the sink and saying, "Where do I come up with this stuff?" 

Despite that, you can't focus on anything else. You go through the motions of getting ready without thinking about them. You're on autopilot as you do your makeup, as you slip into the outfit you'd picked out before bed last night, and pack your bag. 

As you stand in line for the bus to campus, putting in your earbuds, you're tempted to listen to BTS (like you would normally) but your daydreams stop you. Something about your dream last night seems too real, and it feels like listening to their music would shatter the massive fantasy you'd dreamt up. Instead, you slip into a window seat and rest your head against the plastic pane, zoning out again as you spiral back into the daydream. 

By the time you walk into the professor's office on campus, you hardly remember how you got there. Jinyoung is already at his desk, typing up the transcript for the last class' lecture. You glance at the professor's desk and see it empty, but there's a donut on a plate and a coffee still steaming. 

You break from your fantasy to tease Jinyoung, "You're kind of a suck-up, y'know?" 

"Shut up," Jinyoung rolls his eyes, scooting a paper coffee cup from his side of the desk over to you, "and you're welcome." 

"Oh," you flush, "Thank you." You sip the warm latte, your nerves lighting up happily, "But you're still a suck-up." 

Jinyoung kicks you playfully under the desk; you wince and start laughing, pulling out your laptop from your bag and the student papers you hadn't finished grading yesterday. 

"Do we know when the professor is planning on coming in?" you ask, flipping through your papers and glancing up at Jinyoung. 

He shrugs, typing away at his computer, "Eventually?" he says but like a question. 

You nod, opening your mouth to respond with something snarky, but yawning instead. You cover your mouth and duck your head away from Jinyoung, clenching your eyes shut in exhaustion. 

"You look tired," Jinyoung says flatly. When you glance back up you find him watching you from over the top of both your computer screens with a deadpan stare. 

You sip the latte he got for you, pleased that he put in enough sugars for it, "Yeah, I had this weird dream that BTS was in my bedroom."

Jinyoung snorts, immediately disinterested, looking back down at his papers. "I don't need to hear the details of your wet dreams."

You kick him under the desk, "It wasn't a—"" You stop short, flushing when you remember what Taehyung had said. "We get to fuck you." The words go straight to your cunt. 

Jinyoung snickers, "Exactly." 

You open your mouth to retort but stop when the office door slams open. You roll your eyes, always with the boisterous entrance, you think. 

"Morning! How are my wonderful T.A.'s?" Professor Moon says, grinning happily as he slides into his desk chair at the other end of the room. He spots the treats left for him by Jinyoung and grins, "Ah, thank your Mr. Park!" He takes a large bite of the glazed donut and says, "How are those student papers looking?"

"I'm about halfway done, sir," you hold up the papers as evidence, "They look promising enough, there are some that you may want to look at."

"Good, good," he nods, "Place them at the top of the stack and I'll be sure to take a peek. I want you to take a look at Mr. Park's research. He's gathered a few interesting sources, but I want your critical eye to review them. Jinyoung?"

"Yes sir," he says, "I'll email the doc to you both."

"Okay!" The professor grins, "Go, go, go!"

You both chuckle and get to work. 

It takes two hours, your latte, and a glass of water before you decide to get up. You stretch your arms above your head, rotating your neck to work out the cramps, "Be back in a sec."

The hallways outside the office are deserted, and you follow the pathway down to the bathroom. The professor's office is at the top of the modern languages building, and you wave at some of the other professors as you walk.

You push through the bathroom door with your shoulder, stopping short at the mirror to inspect your reflection. You move your thumb across your chin to even out your make up, tightening your ponytail, and pinching at your cheeks to give them color. 

You squeeze into the small, baby-blue bathroom stall. It's just big enough for you to turn around in. 

After you finish, you pull up your panties and turn away from the stall door to flush. Just as the water rushes down the porcelain bowl, fingers gently brush against your neck and shoulders. 

You freeze, turning slowly to glance behind you, gasping when you see who it is. 

"Yoongi?" you whisper. 

"Hello," he says. His eyes are sparkling with mirth, and his hand moves up your neck to cup your cheek.

"It wasn't a dream?" you murmur, mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze as he tilts your head to the side. 

He chuckles, leaning down to place soft kisses on the newly exposed skin, "No." He licks at the point where your neck meets your shoulder with his tongue before sinking his teeth in slowly. 

You gasp. Your breathing turns erratic and you can feel him smirk against your skin at the reaction. Taking a deep breath, you ask: "What are you doing here?" 

Yoongi takes a moment before responding. He finds your pulse in your neck and bites down again, licking the spot and enjoying the rapid pace of your pulse beneath his lips. Smirking he stands to his full height, "Weren't you paying attention? To fulfill your contract, we get to fuck you."

"But...this is a bathroom," you state, staring up at him with wide eyes. 

"You wanted us," he laughs, licking his lips, "Now you've got us." 

You press yourself against the bathroom wall, Yoongi stepping forward to crowd your space. "B-b-but, this is my work, I c-c-can't," you stutter, stopping short when Yoongi's hands travel up your bare thighs and beneath your skirt. His fingers hook into your underwear teasingly, before his hand slips inside.

"You summoned demons little one, did you really think we'd be playing fair?"

"I—" you start, gasping when you feel his hand cup your bare pussy. You stare at him wide-eyed, mouth frozen open in shock. 

Yoongi raises a single eyebrow, "Y'know, I was pretty irritated last night—" his fingers shift so they press harshly against your clit, your eyes squeezing shut as electric pleasure hits your every nerve, "—because I was in the middle of writing when you so rudely interrupted us. Don't you think it was rude?" He leans in to say this, a menacing edge to his voice. He presses harshly against your clit and adds, "Say it." 

"Rude," you whisper, out of breath, "V-very rude, I was very rude." 

"Hmm," Yoongi agrees, his fingers moving to find your entrance and then back again, over and over in a steady rhythm, "That's why I get to go first," he smirks, "because you pissed me off and the others felt bad." He rubs three small circles into your clit until you're whimpering beneath his touch. "And you're such a pretty little kitten," he whispers softly, teeth grazing your neck, "that whines so cutely." His hand moves down, two fingers thrusting into your entrance while his thumb assaults your clit, another round of helpless, desperate whimpers escaping your throat involuntarily. 

Yoongi lets out a tense breath and straightens, eyeing you suspiciously, his fingers nevertheless pumping in and out of you. "Are you a virgin?" 

Your face is twisted in pleasure, your lips turning to frown as you try and concentrate to answer, "N-no." 

"Your cunt," Yoongi grunts, struggling to insert a third digit, "it's pretty fucking tight." 

You squirm against the bathroom wall, god it feels so good. 

Yoongi watches you for a long moment, surprised at how aroused he is. Of course, this isn't the first time he and his brothers have been summoned nor is it the first time where the contract included sex. But something about you is unique, although he's not sure what it is because he's never been this turned on by a human before. His dick is almost uncomfortable in his pants. 

He leans in again, licking a stripe up your throat and vaguely wondering if he could sample some of these sounds your making and include them in a track without anyone realizing what they are. He hums softly, "Tell me, kitten, how long has it been?" 

Yoongi pumps into you before scissoring his fingers inside. 

Your knees give out and Yoongi has to wrap an arm around you to keep you standing. You're almost embarrassed at how good this feels, at how close you are to cumming and on just his fingers. But you're nearly sobbing he fills you so well. You fall against his shoulder, your lips brushing his neck, "Fourteen months." 

Yoongi whistles, impressed. "Poor little kitten," he slips his fingers out and uses them to tease your clit again, "Does she want a cock?" 

Your head starts nodding before you can even logically think of an answer, your body responding out of pure desire. You haven't been fucked in so long, and not by anyone who actually knew what they were doing. 

Yoongi's hand disappears from between your legs, and he spins you around by your waist. He pushes you against the bathroom wall, pushing your jean skirt to bunch up at your hips. He tugs your underwear to the side and you hear him undoing his belt. 

The bathroom tile feels cool against your cheek, but it doesn't do anything to dim your excitement. You can hear him stroking his own cock, grunting at the sensation, muttering, "God you're a fucking treat, kitten," he pulls your ass back so that his cock hovers at the entrance of your cunt, "So fucking deliciously hot." 

He moans and you whimper as he pushes into you; he goes slow, savoring the way the size of his cock makes you whimper desperately, savoring the way your pussy clenches around him, milking him even before he's done anything. 

You can't stop the sounds coming from your mouth it feels so fucking good. Fourteen godforsaken months. And he's filling you like no one else has, stretching your tight pussy and making you feel full for the first time in ages. 

Impatient and hazy with lust, you thrust your hips backward. 

Yoongi slaps one of your ass cheeks playfully, grabbing a handful. He doesn't remember ever being this attracted to a human and it's driving him fucking insane. Even demon pussy doesn't stand up to this. Even Jeongguk's tight ass doesn't feel this good (although...it's a close second). 

"Needy kitten," he coos, thrusting weakly a couple of times just to get you to whine even louder. "What does she want?" Yoongi spreads your ass apart and thrusts again, if only because he can't help himself. "Fast or slow? Hard or soft?" he muses, circling his hips to hit your womb and make you cry out in pleasure, "If only the little kitten could meow." 

"Harder," you sob, your hand closing to a fist against the wall in desperation. 

Yoongi smirks behind you, slapping your ass playfully and gripping your waist harshly. His hips snap into yours quickly and at an unrelenting pace, the lewd sounds of his dick and your pussy filling the bathroom until its the only thing you can think of. 

He pulls you upright so that your back is pressed to his chest, his hand finding your clit as he fucks up into you. You fall against him, your legs spreading apart as he massages your clit and keeps filling you. You open your mouth and his tongue dives in, massaging your own until your moaning into his mouth. 

"Feel good kitten?" he grunts. He can feel his gut tightening, and he pinches at your clit to speed the process along. "Are you gonna cum for me? Hmm?" 

You whimper as his hand moves fast across your clit, massaging until you see stars. Yoongi's hips keep thrusting forward, groaning when your orgasm makes your cunt clench down around his cock, milking every last drop of cum from him. 

You lean against the wall of the stall with him, your breathing in sync as you come down from your respective highs. "Oh fuck," he says, pulling out and sucking at a corner of your neck, "that was good." 

You push away from him and lean against the opposite wall. You grin goofily, "So this is what serotonin and dopamine feel like?" 

Yoongi rolls his eyes but chuckles at your lame joke anyway, "Shut up." 

You giggle pulling down your skirt, still in denial that you'd just fucked one of the most famous people in the world, a demon, in a bathroom stall twenty feet from where you work. You wince when you feel the cold dampness of your panties. 

"Oh," you sigh, frowning down at your legs, "my underwear." 

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, hooking his finger in the fabric and dragging his hands down your legs. The material sticks to the arousal that coats the folds of your pussy but eventually comes free with a lewd noise. Yoongi smirks at the garment, impressed with his own handiwork. He brings them up to his face and inhales deeply, groaning with a little satisfied smirk, "Yeah, I'll be keeping these." 

You giggle embarrassedly, freezing when you feel something warm and thick spilling from between your legs. You look down and see his thick seed seeping out of your pussy and trailing down your thigh. You reach for some toilet paper but stop when Yoongi's hand darts between your legs and scoops it up. 

He holds it in front of your face, and smirks, "Open up, kitten. Daddy has some milk for you." 

You whimper because if that isn't the kinkiest, hottest fucking thing—

You open your mouth and Yoongi places his cum covered fingers inside. Instantly, your lips close around them and suck, your tongue darting between the digits to get them clean. 

Yoongi groans as he watches you, "Better stop," he pouts, pulling his fingers away, "I have a meeting, and at this rate, you'll get me hard again." 

You raise your eyebrows, feeling surprisingly pleased with yourself, "Really?" 

Yoongi rolls his eyes again, "Yeah little one," he whispers, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

"The others will be by later," he says, stepping away from you and fully stuffing your underwear into his pocket. 

"Later?" you say, imminently aware of how exhausted you are.

"Probably not today," Yoongi chuckles, seeing your apprehensive expression, "It might kill you, to have multiple goes with us in one day. Especially since you're so out of practice. Plus, we're busy, so they'll drop by whenever they're free." He steps closer to you again, running his finger across the soft skin of your lower lip just to feel it, "Wouldn't want you getting lonely," he smirks. And then, in a shimmery puff of dark smoke, he's gone. And you're alone in a women's bathroom stall, fucked to high heavens (or, would it be low hells?), without any underwear, and a job to get back to. 

"Um, excuse me?" a high pitched female voice from a few stalls down echoes through the room. 

"Oh my god," you mutter, hiding your face in your hands. 

"What the hell was that?" the voice says. 

"Kill me." 

By the time you get back to your office, nearly half an hour has passed. Jinyoung looks up from his computer and snarks, "What? Did you fall in?" 

You blush but glare at him anyway. "Do you really want to hear about my women's troubles?" 

You tried to smooth out your hair but ended up putting it up anyway. The girl from a few stalls down (who you met after losing the stalemate over who would leave their stall first) let you borrow some perfume, so now you smell like sex and a Victoria's Secret. And then, of course, you're not wearing underwear. Which if you're being honest...is pretty fucking hot. But you have to leave because you are not about to stain your boss' office chairs with cum. You're pretty sure you'd be fired on the spot. 

"Professor Moon?" you ask, "Is it okay if I finish reviewing this research at home? I'm not...feeling well." 

"Sure, sure," he nods without looking up, "Feel better." 

"Thanks," you say, sticking out your tongue immaturely at Jinyoung before grabbing your stuff and all but running from the room.

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You're not sure what Yoongi meant by "later," but a week has passed since then. Since you'd seen all seven of them. Since you'd unintentionally agreed to this contract in which the members of BTS get to...fuck you.

And now you've had a taste. You'd never, never had sex in a public place before. Had only ever considered it in your deepest, wildest fantasies. You've always been into kinky stuff, but you've never been brave enough to ask a partner for it, let alone actually act on it.

But Yoongi, you bite your lip just thinking about it...the way he'd called you'd kitten and little one, the way he'd pushed you against the bathroom wall, his cum covered fingers in your mouth…

You sit up in bed, biting your lip as the idea slowly consumes your thoughts. You just can't take it anymore. You nod to yourself, discarding the book you'd been reading and standing. Lowering the blinds and dimming the lights, you rush to arrange the pillows on your bed, peeling off your pants so that you're in just your large sweater and panties. You burrow beneath a blanket, lean back against your pillows, and relive every kinky detail of your encounter with Yoongi.

You start at your chest, teasing your nipples slowly and methodically as you picture him in that confined space. As you remember how his hands and cock and lips had felt. Your hand moves slowly down your body before you give up on the semblance of patience and slip your hand beneath your underwear. You find yourself already wet at just the thought of Yoongi the other night and you press against your clit gently at first and then more roughly. You sigh, biting your lip as your hand sweeps to your entrance, plunging two fingers inside before moving back up your folds to your clit.

You repeat this process rhythmically, your body growing tenser with the coming orgasm, your eyes screwed shut. You don't hear them come in.

"Naughty girl," a voice says, appearing at the end of your bed. You gasp, eyes snapping open, fingers still covered in your arousal, hovering over your clit, skin flushed and warm. Jimin starts undoing the buttons of his shirt, "If you wanted pleasure, you should have called."

"Called?" you whisper, your surprise winding you.

"No fair," Taehyung appears from behind him, hanging over the older boy's shoulders and pouting at you, "Why do your fingers get first dibs with your pussy?" He turns his head to Jimin and whines, "I want to finger her, hyung."

Jimin smirks and doesn't move his eyes away from you to respond, "I think our little kitten would like that, hmm?" Jimin raises an eyebrow at you, "He does have very nice hands." Jimin takes one of Taehyung's hands from around his shoulders and plays with it, pulling at his fingers and intertwining them, before taking two and sucking them into his mouth.

Unconsciously, your fingers start working over your clit again, it's such an erotic display. Jimin's tongue is still busy working over the other's fingers, but Tae's eyes are sharp and they latch onto your movement. He narrows his eyes, "Stop," he commands.

You do, whining quietly, but moving your hand to rest on your thigh. But you keep your legs spread, your dripping pussy soaking through your underwear.

"Just like that," Taehyung turns back to his hyung, whispering into Jimin's ear. The elder's eyes have closed and he sucks in earnest, lewd suction sounds filling your bedroom as he runs his tongue along them. Taehyung groans, "More. Hyung, more," before pushing further into Jimin's mouth, the elder gagging at the intrusion but deep-throating nonetheless.

Taehyung grunts and reaches his free hand into the jeans Jimin is wearing, undoing the button in a quick motion and wrapping his hand around his cock. He pulls it free from his underwear and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning. Jimin's cock is thick, veins running along the side, and precum leaking from the head.

Taehyung thrusts his fingers in Jimin's mouth steadily, stroking the elder's cock in the same rhythm. He smears precum over the head and applies pressure to the base, alternately reaching back to fondle his balls. Jimin moans around the fingers, and you can't stop yourself from whimpering loudly on the bed.

"See," Taehyung teases, "It's no fun to be left out." He pulls his fingers from Jimin's mouth with a loud pop.

"From now on," Jimin adds, "You're not allowed to make yourself cum unless we say so, okay?"

You're so horny you'd agree to anything, as long as it means they'll touch you. "Yes, okay, yes."

"Maybe Yoongi-hyung has a point about you being a bit rude. I mean, what kind of girl tries to make herself cum when there are seven demons at her disposal?" Taehyung smirks.

"But he did say the little kitten made up for it spectacularly," Jimin grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You nod. You can be good.

Jimin stands at the edge of your bed, "How are you going to make it up to me, little one?"

You're already salivating and you crawl down the bed eagerly. Without any warning, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock and lick a stripe from the base to the tip and back again. Just a girl with a lollipop.

Jimin moans sweetly, "Yeah. That's good, baby, ngh," he grunts. "Like that." He places his hand on the back of your head, guiding your mouth over his cock slowly.

"Eager to please," Taehyung whispers and you pull away to see that his own dick has made an appearance. It's longer than Jimin's, but not quite as thick. You want it in your mouth. You lean over and immediately wrap your lips around the head, sucking sweetly so that Taehyung's comment of, "That's good," turns into a deep moan.

Jimin pouts and crosses his arms across his chest, "Tae, I don't want to share."

You pull away, sensing a tiff. You sit back on your knees and you can feel your arousal soaking through your panties and into your comforter. It oddly makes you even more excited.

Your eyes move between their faces and their cocks, not really registering any of their conversation. You can tell it's a bit heated but all you can think about is the desire sitting in your hips, the wetness soaking through from your folds to your sheets, and the fact that no one is touching you.

Your hand itches to move down that way and deal with it yourself. You're so tempted to reach down and toy with clit yourself but Jimin's face moments ago hovers in your mind. From now on you're not allowed to make yourself cum unless we say so, okay?

You whine loudly, reaching a hand out to each of them, "Please," you beg.

They both turn to you surprised. Their expressions soften and Taehyung reaches out to stroke your cheek, "Sorry, princess."

You lean into his touch, turning to look at Jimin when his hand runs through your hair, "I guess we can share tonight. Sorry, Tae, she's just so...perfect," he says as you kiss his palm, "I got a little jealous. Weird, huh?"

"Yoongi did say there was something unique about her," Taehyung whispers, watching as you open your mouth for his thumb and run your tongue over it.

Jimin makes an almost guttural sound at the sight, "Tell me about it."

Taehyung leans over and nibbles on Jimin's ear around the silver loop pierced through it. He kisses at his jaw and mutters, "You can go first, hyung, I'm sorry about before."

Jimin smirks and turns to lock his lips with Taehyung, their tongues peeking out as they dive into each other's mouths. Saliva pools in your mouth as you watch them kiss, watch their cocks get ever harder. You don't know what's come over you but all you want is their dicks and their hands and their mouths.

They separate and pause to smile at each other before Jimin turns to you, "Okay little one," he smirks, "open up for me."

You breathe heavily, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue for him. Taehyung climbs beside you on the bed, arranging himself so that he's sitting behind you and you're anchored against him. His hands reach beneath your sweater and find your nipples, tweaking them between his fingers.

"She really is an eager little kitten," Taehyung says.

"Does the kitten want a snack?" Jimin giggles.

You nod enthusiastically.

Jimin takes his stiff dick in his hand, grumbling, "I bet she does," before slapping your cheek with it. He hits each cheek once with his cock, the slap sounding lewd in the quiet space of your bedroom before he places it on your tongue.

You close your mouth around it and suckle on the head for a long moment, licking the precum drizzling from his slit with a decisive move of your tongue. Jimin groans beneath you, his hand weaving into your hair and tugging. You do it again just to get him to pull your hair.

You cup one hand around his balls and use the other to squeeze at the base, licking a path from the tip to the base and back again. You let your tongue run over the veins of his cock, almost trying to memorize it by taste and touch.

You do this until his other hand threads through your hair and he holds your head still. "Enough," he growls, snapping his hips forward until you can feel his cock hit the back of your throat.

You groan around him, even louder when you feel one of Taehyung's hands move from your breast to your cunt. His fingers dive beneath your panties and find your clit easily. He pinches at it as Jimin fucks into your mouth like he owns it.

And he does, you realize. And you don't even care. You belong to him now. To all of them.

You hollow out your cheeks as he thrusts roughly and just as you do so he releases your head. He steps back, watching you with fucked-out eyes, his chest heaving. He steps forward again and rests his saliva coated cock against your cheek, running it down and across your lips to your other cheek. "Little kitten knows how to suck dick," he says as you lick your lips.

"Mhmm," Taehyung says, leaving sweet kisses along your jaw. Then you feel his hands go up your sides and he's pulling the sweatshirt off your torso. "Hyung," Taehyung says, cupping one of your breasts in each hand, "cum on her tits." He jiggles them in his hands, and you giggle at his playfulness.

Jimin groans, pumping his cock roughly and palming the head before he grunts and a hot stream of cum hits your chest, tits, and chin. You pant, desire swirling in your gut.

"Way to aim, hyung," Taehyung teases, twisting your head to lick the cum from your chin and into your mouth, his lips connecting with yours. You lean back to capture more of his lips, to savor more of the salty-sweet taste of Jimin's seed. He pulls away to look in your eyes, "Now it's my turn."

"Your turn?" you whisper, your eyes lighting up in delight. You still haven't cum and his fingers kept pushing you forward and then pulling back.

Taehyung flips you around on the bed so you're straddling him. He nods, moving your hair away from your face and leaning in to kiss you with a whisper of, "Let me taste." His tongue slides against your open mouth, licking the back of your teeth and nibbling your bottom lip.

"Taehyungie," Jimin says, and you crane your neck to see him stripping off the rest of his clothes, "is an ass man."

You look at him with wide eyes, "Ass?" you whisper.

Taehyung nods, his hands finding your ass cheeks and squeezing. He smirks and slaps each cheek in turn. You yelp, surprised when the sting sends waves of pleasure straight to your cunt.

"We should get rid of these," Jimin says, eyeing your underwear. He hooks his fingers in the edge and pulls sharply, the fabric tearing instantly.

You gasp but then start giggling, explaining, "That's two pairs of underwear I've lost to you demons now."

They both chuckle, "Yoongi-hyung did pass that other pair around," Jimin says, a bottle of lube appearing in his hands. He squeezes some out and you tense when you feel his fingers group around the tight ring of muscle between your asscheeks.

Taehyung groans, "The smell alone got me hard."

"It was quite a night in the Bangtan household to be sure," Jimin says. His fingers prod at your asshole again and you tense up, "Relax," he whispers into your ear, "We're here to take care of you." His fingers push in then, and you cry out from the feeling. It's an entirely new sensation and it electrifies every nerve. You fall forward onto Taehyung and hear him whisper, "I'm going to stretch you out so good, princess."

Jimin grunts and you moan when his fingers scissor inside you, "She's tight Tae. Tighter than Kookie."

Taehyung's hips thrust forward at just those words, "My turn, my turn," he whines.

Jimin chuckles, "Wait, I have to lube you up first."

Your back arches once Taehyungs fully sheathed in your tight asshole, his hands around your hips and his lips over one of your nipples as he moans. Jimin comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your middle, helping to lift and lower you over Taehyung's stiff cock.

You lean back until you're fully resting against Jimin's chest. He bends down to leave soft kisses over your face, whispering, "Feels good, huh, little one? To have Taehyung's cock stretching your little hole." He guides you up and then back down, a long, soft moan escaping from the base of your throat.

Taehyung thrusts upward roughly, his head falling against the bed frame, "Have you ever seen a sexier, more beautiful creature, hyung?"

"Never," Jimin affirms, one of his hands reaching down to toy with your clit.

There are tears in your eyes the pleasure is so intense. You feel full in a way you never have before, his dick reaching new points of pleasure in you that you hadn't known existed. Jimin and Taehyung leave hot open-mouthed kisses over your skin, their fingers gripping you tightly, toying with your nipples and your clit.

"I think our dirty little kitten is going to cum from anal, Tae," Jimin says, smacking your ass. Taehyung doesn't do anything but grunt and you can see from his concentration that he's close.

Your head rocks back onto Jimin's shoulder. Your body feels like jelly from the impending orgasm, from the pleasure. Taehyung grunts and you feel him cum inside you, hot ropes of his seed sticking to the walls of your asshole as he continues to thrust upward. You gasp as it begins, your eyes rolling back into your head. Your body convulses from pleasure, Jimin's arms around you as you reach your high.

You're so exhausted you fall asleep almost as soon as Taehyung pulls out. He moves you to the side and immediately you cuddle into your pillows, your eyes slipping shut from warmth and happiness and exhaustion.

Taehyung and Jimin both chuckle at the sight. Taehyung leans over and kisses you softly on the forehead, "Who falls asleep when there are two demons in the room?"

Jimin smiles adoringly, waving a hand in the air over your body so that you're instantly cleaned up. Taehyung pulls the blankets over you both, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling until you're nestled against his chest.

"Me three, me three," Jimin says, tossing his shirt on the floor and cuddling in behind you. He tucks his head into your neck and feels his whole body relax.

"Hey, hyung," Tae whispers.

"Hmm?" Jimin looks up and meets Taehyung's eyes.

"I think I really like her. Like more than just...for the contract. Y'know?"

Jimin nods solemnly, "Yeah, I do." He runs his hands through the younger's hair, "Get some sleep. We have to be back early tomorrow."

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The next morning you wake up wrapped in Jimin's arms as the light breaks through the window. Everything in your room smells like sex, except Jimin. Jimin smells like sex and really expensive, flowery cologne. You nudge your nose into his neck to get another whiff and his arms tighten around you.

"Are you up?" another voice whispers.

You twist your head around to see Taehyung perched on the edge of your bed. He's holding a tray of coffees, breakfast sandwiches carefully stacked on top. At the smell of food, you turn fully away from Jimin, "Breakfast?" you mumble.

"Just popped out real quick," he grins, "We have to head out soon."

You pout but sit up anyway. Jimin's hands fall to your waist but still stay clasped around you. Leaning over, you reach for a coffee but Taehyung holds them out of your reach.

"Ah-ah," he shakes his head, "Give me a kiss first princess."

You giggle and let him cup your cheek, deftly bringing your lips to his in a long passionate kiss. His tongue darts out and licks across your bottom lip playfully. You open your mouth to him and his hot tongue slips inside, the both of you leaning into one another.

"Hey," a voice whines, Jimin throwing himself into a seated position and placing his chin on your shoulder, "no fair."

"Sorry, Chim," Taehyung grins, pressing his lips chastely to Jimin's.

You giggle, blushing as their gazes both turn to you. Jimin's eyes go wide, "Don't I get a good morning kiss?"

"Of course," you whisper and the words come out more charged than you intend. But Jimin pushes himself forward until your lips are locked, moving against yours in a consistent rhythm. When he finally pulls away you almost feel shell-shocked from the sudden absence of his heat and taste.

"Coffee?" Jimin says, grabbing one.

Tae looks at his wrist, "Yeah. We're already running late." He looks up and chuckles at you, "There's no need to pout." His fingers pinch your cheek and tug playfully.

You hadn't realized you were pouting, but now that you do, you stick your lower lip out further. Jimin giggles at your expression, peppering soft kisses along your shoulder.

"Trust me, we would rather stay here and fuck you."

Taehyung nods seriously in agreement.

"But we do have a schedule," Jimin sighs, "Besides we should give the others a turn."

You blush at the mention of the other members, at the idea that there are four others who will...fuck you. It makes you wet just thinking about it.

Jimin pinches your waist, "Naughty girl, getting all excited thinking of all the cocks she's going to get."

You're blushing furiously and you turn to hide your face in Jimin's shoulder. They both laugh at your embarrassment, kissing you one last time before disappearing in a cloud of smoke like Yoongi had.

You look at the coffee and food left for you, frowning. When they're here you feel so warm and happy and...loved. You shake your head at the word, it's all just a contract. And they're demons! Love is off the table.

Either way, now that they're gone, you feel lonelier than ever. You burrow back under the sheets and sip your coffee, reminiscing about the night before. You consider touching yourself, but remember your promise. From now on you're not allowed to make yourself cum unless we say so, okay?

You huff in annoyance and fall back to sleep.

It's only four days before you're overwhelmed with the need to cum. Four days without an orgasm. And you have all of those tantalizing memories in your head, just begging to be revisited as your fingers deftly massage your most sensitive spot.

Four days, your fingers in your panties, and Jin appearing in a cloud of smoke in your bedroom. You're starting to think this may be the only way to get in touch with them.

When you open your eyes and find him standing there, your whole body goes stiff. You blush and look away from him, already seeing in his expression that you're going to be in trouble. You slip your hand out of your underwear and close your legs.

Jin leans in close to you, tilting your head up by your chin and whispering, "I thought Jimin and Tae told you. You're not allowed to make yourself cum, princess."

A thrill of arousal runs through your whole body at the power in his voice. You look up at him with big doe eyes and Jin's resolve almost crumbles at the sight.

"What do you have to say for yourself, hmm?"

You pout and look down, Jin still keeping your chin in his hand, "I'm sorry. I just…" you blush, afraid of just how lewd your thoughts are.

Jin chuckles, "The little princess was horny, was she? Have we been neglecting her?"

You nod cutely, pouting.

"That is very unfortunate," he says, "but it's still no excuse." He sheds his jacket, watching you with calculating eyes. "Get onto all fours for me, princess."

You whimper, excitement stirring in your gut. You turn and get on your knees, curving your back so that your butt is high in the air.

Jin's fingers graze up the backs of your thighs and you shiver at the sensation. His hands find your ass cheeks and move over them in a gentle caress, gripping roughly and shaking so that your ass jiggles. He groans, "Tae said you had a great ass." He hooks his fingers into your underwear and pulls them away, stopping when they're down to your knees.

"Look at this perfect little pucker," Jin whispers, and you feel his fingers glide over your tight rim. You tense, your butt clenching at the sensation and he giggles from your response. His fingers move down, diving between your folds and then into your entrance suddenly so that a long, low moan escapes your throat.

"I would love to spend all day with my fingers and tongue in this perfect, pretty, little cunt," he sighs, removing his fingers, "But you disobeyed one of our rules, princess, so you have to be punished." His hand moves back over to your ass, caressing softly, "Count for me."

Jin's hand flies through the air and lands with a painful smack against your ass. You gasp, wrenching forward. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back. You breathe heavily and say, "One."

A gentle caress. His hand is suddenly gone. Woosh. Smack! "Two."

Caress. Smack! "Three."

By five there are tears in your eyes and your body begins to feel weak from holding itself up for so long. At nine you feel the tears break the surface.

Jin's hand is gentle on your ass, almost soothing. Then it's gone, whirring through the air and landing back on your cheek with a resounding slap. You cry out, "Ten!"

"Oh god, princess," Jin murmurs. You can feel him standing behind you, both hands on your ass massaging, "You've flushed such a pretty shade of pink." His fingers move down to your pussy, stroking long stripes up and down your folds, "Perfect pink pussy, perfect pink ass. Pink, pink, pink." He lands another hard smack against your butt and you jolt forward at the sensation, your arms wavering from having held you up so long.

"Eleven."

"I'd almost be concerned," Jin says, his hand cupping your pussy, "that I'm being too rough." He runs his hand along your folds before walking back to your face and spreading his fingers apart in front of your eyes, a clear sheen sticking between two fingers. "But you're just...drenched princess." He kneels at your face, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, "But princesses need strong, guiding hands, right? They like to be told what to do?"

You lick your lips and nod. You're so wet you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.

"And you're the most special princess of all, so I'll give you extra attention, okay?" He smears the fingers wet with your arousal across your cheeks and lips, tugging your mouth open until you take his thumb between your teeth and begin to suck.

"And," he whispers, holding his thumb against your lips, his voice injected with cold power, "are princesses allowed to make themselves cum? Hmm?" He cocks his head to the side, "Or do they need help?"

You stare at him with wide doe eyes. You're so far gone that you aren't sure you're allowed to speak. All you know is that he's your master now. They all are.

Jin chuckles and pinches your cheek, "You can answer, baby."

"They need help," you whisper, surprised by how hoarse your voice is.

"Good girl," he grins, leaning forward to press his lips to yours. An almost chaste action after the spanking.

"As a reward, you can tell your handsome prince how you'd like him to take you."

You just stare at him, your mind busy with possible scenarios. Jin raises his eyebrows at you as if he can perceive exactly what your dilemma is.

"Uhh," you blush furiously, a bit embarrassed as you say, "M...missionary?"

You grin as Jin's traditional windshield-wiper laugh makes an appearance. He cups your cheeks and kisses you softly again, his tongue licking your upper lip sweetly. "Alright princess, missionary it is." He takes you by the hips and flips you over so that you're lying on your back in bed.

Your ass stings, but the sheets are soft and you're overwhelmed by him hovering over you. You anchor your hands to his massively broad shoulders, and he spreads your legs with your knees. He kisses your neck and mutters, smiling, "Yoongi bends you over in a bathroom stall, Jimin and Tae get a blowjob and anal, respectively," he shakes his head. When he looks at you there's a twinkle in his eye.

You smile innocently, "I wanted to see your face." Your hands move till you hold his jaw in your palms, thumbs stroking his cheekbones, your expression lighting up as you watch him.

Jin's cheeks burn, his heart skipping a beat as you watch him with utter devotion and awe. He coughs awkwardly, "Yeah, worldwide handsome, you know?"

You giggle and Jin looks down to line himself up with your entrance, "Ready?" he whispers, softer now. He pushes into you slowly. He's glad you picked missionary, too, because holy shit your expression.

Your face contorts in pleasure, back arching and hands digging into his shoulders as he sheaths himself inside you. It's a tight fit.

His girth is huge and it feels like he's splitting you open. You see stars in your vision immediately. The spanking had worked you up an unbelievable amount, but even you hadn't thought you could cum without clitoral stimulation.

Seokjin bottoms out and watches you, aghast. "Princess," he whispers, "did you just cum?"

You bite your lip and look up at him, nodding slightly.

Seokjin scoffs, "Worldwide cock," he grins. He moves his hip back and you whine at the overstimulation, but he immediately snaps back in. You scream, mostly from surprise, but also as the sensitivity turns to white-hot pleasure.

You lean forward and wrap your arms around his shoulders, Seokjin developing a steady rhythm as his hips snap into yours. His breath hits your neck heavily, the only sounds his grunting, your whimpers, and the smacking of flesh against flesh.

"Ngh," he groans, "Come on, baby, come on."

You're panting in his ear, body completely spent as you feel a second orgasm build up in your stomach. You whine his name directly into his ear, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as you beg for another release.

He works faster, muscles burning as he thrusts in and out of you. He pulls out completely, slamming back in and hitting your womb. Your pussy clenches as you cry out, your walls milking his cock until he's seeing spots. But it's your face, open-mouthed, tongue sticking out, eyes rolling back into your head, that pushes him over the edge.

He cums with a final thrust, falling into a push up over you, his forehead resting against yours. Before you can stop yourself, giddy from two different euphorias, you lean up and pepper kisses against his neck and shoulders and face.

"I take it the princess is pleased?" Jin chuckles, pulling out of you slowly and standing from the bed.

You grin, nodding enthusiastically as you watch him cross the room. He pulls a small, purple object from the pocket of the jacket he discarded. Waving a hand at you, he says, "Lean back, legs to your chest."

You tilt your head to the side but do as your told, blushing as you watch his eyes on your fully exposed, semen dripping cunt. "What are you—" you gasp, when you feel him slowly push a round object into your oversensitive pussy.

"I know for a fact," Jin says, "That the maknae will be by later, and that he'll want a taste." He sits on his knees and kisses your cheek, "He won't admit it, but my cum is his favorite. Plus," he smirks, "this one vibrates."

Jin snaps his fingers and the small object inside you comes to life. The vibration is constant but low, humming inside your pussy. Your breath turns shaky and you moan as the vibration stirs your oversensitive cunt.

Jin snaps again and the vibration stops. He watches you pant as you try to regain your composure, "Let me help you up." He pulls you to stand by your wrists, his hands finding your hips as he steadies you. "How does it feel?"

You tilt your head, "Weird. Hot." Then, as you shift on your feet, you add, "My ass hurts."

"Don't break the rules then," he says, slapping your butt playfully. He fixes his clothes, slipping out of his shirt and sliding it over you. Then he shifts into his coat and reaches back into the pocket, "Here, this is for you." He places a crystal pink smartphone in your palm and you look at him in wonder.

"I already have a phone."

Jin chuckles, "Yes, but this one will be for you to talk with us. It has all our numbers. We don't want to enable our little princess' naughty behavior, hmm? If you need something, use it." He winks at you.

"Okay," you blush. It's surprising. You're not sure how these demon contract things normally go, but this feels like a step beyond what's expected. You hold the phone to your chest and watch as he disappears.

As soon as he's gone, that pit of loneliness opens up in your chest. The point of the contract was to ease that feeling, right? But that only happens when they're here. You're very quickly developing a dependence on them.

You open your phone and scroll through your contacts. Each of the members is there, and you giggle at their various names. Tae Tae, Chim <3, SUGA, Prince Jin, JK, Hobi, and...Daddy. Oh fuck.

You find your messages and see that they've already sent you some in preparation.

SUGA: sorry i was...mean when we first met

SUGA: I really like you kitten

You smile down at the messages, clicking through to the next set. It's Tae's messages, a picture of Tannie staring into the camera with a message beneath.

Tae Tae: He wants to meet you too! ^.^

Chim <3: I'm your favorite right???

Chim <3: It's okay you can tell me~~

Chim <3: send me some pictures okay? <3

JK: ummm hey this is jeongguk

JK: i guess you know that

JK: jimin says i should say something dirty?

JK: i just want you to know that i fuck better than him ;)

JK: oh he just read that over my shoulder he's mad now oops

JK: see u soon ;P

Hobi: I'm your hope

Hobi: You're my hope

Hobi: I'm J-Hope

Prince Jin: I get to be the one to give you this phone~

Prince Jin: I already know it's going to be amazing ;P

Daddy: I hope this isn't too overwhelming for you. The phone just...it seemed right. For you to have a way of getting in touch with us. I think the members, too, want to be able to talk to you when we're not there.

Daddy: I hope we're easing your loneliness. Bit by bit. <3

You're grinning hugely down at the device, trying to think of whether or not you should respond when a new message from Jin arrives.

Prince Jin: Oh, I forgot

Immediately, the plug in your pussy begins to vibrate.

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You're going to die.

You had a hard time understanding why they call themselves demons but now you completely understand. This is torture and you are going to die.

The small round plug sits at the entrance of your cunt, humming lowly. You can feel Seokjin's cum in your womb, gently stirred by the vibrations, hot and intrusive. The plug is big enough to keep your entrance tight and plugged, but small enough that it doesn't reach deep enough to get you off.

You tried to be productive after Seokjin left. You have a presentation at work tomorrow, you tried to review it. Your bathroom mirror was dirty, you tried to clean it. Your laundry was left unfolded, you tried to fold it. To no avail. The plug is just distracting enough to keep you from doing things without giving you any real pleasure.

Now you're laying on your bed, new phone in your hand, breathing with your mouth open. Your body is hot and aching, and you can feel the beginnings of an orgasm in your gut. But you know you'll never reach it. Not alone.

You: this is mean :(

You type the message with shaky hands, pressing send before you can think better of it. Almost right away the plug's vibration increases, and you start moaning loudly. Your back arches at the sensation, trying to push the device deeper inside but to no avail.

You hear your phone ringing and swipe to answer it without looking, moaning loudly as the plug pulses inside you.

There's a groan on the other end and when you finally pull yourself together enough to look at it, you see it's a video call. All seven demons have crammed into the frame and are watching you with various expressions of lust.

"M…" you try, screwing your eyes shut as a wave of pleasure causes your body to spasm, your orgasm still just out of reach, "Mean."

There's a chorus of chuckles and Seokjin says, "Try to keep the camera up, princess, we want to see your face."

Your mouth falls open of its own accord, tongue sticking out in a kind of pant. You do your best to keep the phone at face level, pushing yourself further up the pillows in a sloppy scramble up the bed. The small picture of yourself in the corner of the video call shows a disheveled girl. Her hair is sticking to her forehead and her pupils are blown, she's flushed and breathing heavily, her mouth hanging open, soft moans falling out as the plug does its work.

"I miss her," someone says, and your eyes move back to focus on them. Taehyung is leaning back into Jimin's embrace, pouting.

"Fuck," Yoongi says gruffly and he turns away from the phone to adjust his dick in his pants, the others laughing. When he turns back, it's all bashful gummy smiles and rosy cheeks.

Namjoon is smirking, his eyes scanning you on the screen slowly, "Do you think she can take it until you get there Kook?" He drapes a hand over the maknae's shoulder and leans in closer to the screen.

All eyes turn to Jeongguk. He's staring at the camera with a seductive intent you've never seen on the maknae's face; even when they perform with a sexy concept...it's never been this intense. You can almost feel his mouth on you, see what he has planned in his eyes. He runs his thumb over his bottom lip and that action alone makes you whimper with desire.

"We have another hour of practice," Seokjin says, glancing at his watch.

You whine loudly at the idea. And Jimin coos, "Aw, poor, little, horny kitten."

"Demons," you growl, your chest heaving, gasping as the vibrator buzzes even more intensely inside your pussy.

"Maybe we should let her cum?" Hobi says, tilting his head to the side as he watches you writhe on your bed. He smiles warmly at you and a pleased grin transforms your face, nodding your encouragement.

"No," Jeongguk pouts, his lips sticking out in a childish frown.

The group chuckles, all their heads turning as a voice you can't make out calls to them.

"Gotta go," they all file away. Taehyung and Jimin blowing kisses, Seokjin winking at you. Jeongguk is left with the phone and he smirks into the camera, "Hold tight noona, I'll be there soon." Then the line goes dead and the vibration dulls back to its original hum.

You kick your legs against the bed in frustration, tears pricking your eyes as your hope for an orgasm has been yet delayed.

Jeongguk isn't like his hyungs. Although he admits it was fun watching you wait over the video call earlier, he's not really the type to unnecessarily drag something out. So when practice is over, despite thinking he should maybe shower or change, he appears in your bedroom immediately.

It's been seventy-five minutes.

He appears at the edge of your bed. You're laying on your back, legs spread wide so that he has a perfect view of your soaked panties. You're still wearing Jin's shirt but it's sticking to your skin. He can see the tear streaks on your cheeks and your mouth is open in a perpetual state of breathlessness.

Jeongguk takes a deep breath and your eyes snap open. You whimper upon seeing him there, beautiful and still glowing from practice. Your eyes go wide and round, tears falling over your cheeks as you whine, "Please, Jeonggukie, please."

If he wasn't rock hard before…

He's out of his clothes in seconds, crawling up the bed to you, destroying Jin's shirt and your underwear (three pairs sacrificed to the demons now) and squinting down at the small handle of the plug pressing against the flushed, swollen lips of your pussy.

"You're right," he says, his fingers toying with the handle, "Jin-hyung is mean." He stands on his knees, pulls the plug out in a swift motion and before you can blink pushes himself inside as a replacement.

Your back arches as his cock immediately hits your womb. You claw at his biceps, crying again because of how good it feels, "Oh my god oh my god Jeongguk oh my god."

Where the plug was shallow and unsatisfying, Jeongguk's cock is thick and filling. You can feel every inch of him against your walls, stretching you so well that you can do nothing but moan his name.

Jeongguk falls forward, his arms by your head to keep himself up. His mouth is by your ear so that you can hear him when he mutters, "Ngh, I can feel Jin-hyung's cum. Princess is a little cumdump," before he kisses your cheek.

He raises himself up, hips unmoving as he bottoms out and sits inside you, "Nice to officially meet you, by the way." He smiles his signature bunny smile and leans down to press his lips to yours.

You surge forward, chasing his lips and his taste. He chuckles against your mouth and moves to kiss at your jaw and neck. You cling to his shoulders and neck, thrusting your hips forward weekly for some friction.

Jeongguk giggles into your ear, "Alright, alright, noona." He sits up onto his knees and takes you with him, so that you're straddling his waist, cock pressing directly into your womb so that you can do nothing but fall back and try to breathe.

Then, with a speed you find impressive, Jeongguk begins lifting you up and down on his cock. His hands around your waist are tight as he lifts you up so that just the tip rests inside you before plunging you back down but at a different angle.

He's...manhandling you...like you're nothing but an easily maneuverable sex toy.

And it feels fucking amazing.

You let your body go limp as his hands take control, lifting and lowering you with an ease you find incredibly arousing. You keep your hands on his shoulders so that you won't fall back as he manipulates your hips over his cock, his hips thrusting upward to meet yours.

"You're so," you pant, falling forward so that your lips rest against his cheek, "strong."

"Just for you, ngh, noona," he grunts, raising himself higher and throwing you onto your back. He raises your legs so that they rest over one of his shoulders. He pushes your knees together and uses them to guide you over his dick; first up and down and then in alternating circular motions. You arch your back and let him manhandle you, your body small, delicate, and toylike in his hands.

"Ugh, fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he stills you and starts thrusting roughly. His hips snap forward and back at lightning speed, "So good, so good," he repeats.

Your eyes roll back into your head at the way he manhandles you, at the feeling of his cock stuffing you so full with Jin's cum, at the pressure of his hands on your skin. You pant his name, unable to get out more than: "Jeong—, Jeon—, Jeong—."

Jeongguk's sweating heavily, and you can tell he's close because he drops your hips and leans over you, thrusting intensely but sloppily. His forehead rests against yours, "Close, close, close." You dig your fingers into his back, moaning softly into his ear.

He thrusts deeply, hitting your womb and making you see stars. You clench around him roughly, your arms tight around his torso, legs wrapping around his small waist.

A strangled groan escapes his throat and then a soft whine, as his hips continue thrusting through his orgasm, pumping cum into your already cum filled pussy. "Noona," he whines, eyes screwed shut, moving weakly inside of you as he pumps you full.

You're both breathing heavily, completely entangled now as he grows soft inside you. He kisses your cheek and then your lips, the action sloppy and tongue filled. You smile goofily at him, high from the endorphins and the feeling of him wrapped around you.

Jeongguk gets up slowly, carefully pulling out. "Keep your hips and legs up, okay?" Jeongguk says, positioning your legs so that your feet dangle over your head.

You whine, about to protest, thinking he's going to put the plug back in. But you gasp when he shimmies down your body and plants his face between your legs.

He smirks up at you as he lowers your legs to wrap around his head, "I want a snack." His fingers part the folds of your pussy, spreading you open for him.

Oversensitive from the plug and the orgasm, you whine at the sensation.

Jeongguk groans at the sight, reaching blindly across the bed until he gets his phone, "Hyungs need to see this." You hear the camera shutter and flush in embarrassment, mouth falling open as you feel his fingers prod at your entrance.

"So much cum, noona," Jeongguk whispers, moaning softly, "You're stuffed so full." You watch as his eyes shine and he licks his lips.

Jeongguk plants a soft kiss to your clit, and you have to stop yourself from thrashing or pulling away. The oversensitivity is a strong mix of pain and pleasure. But you stay put because god you want him to keep talking and to keep looking at you like you're a snack he wants to devour.

His lips move to your entrance and you nearly scream at the feeling of suction as he begins to eat you out. His tongue dives fully into your pussy so that you can feel him lap at your walls. You can feel the cum pouring out of you as he suckles at your cunt. You can hear him swallow large mouthfuls of his and Jin's cum, slurping them down in a chorus of lewd noises. Your hands dig into his hair, grasping it tightly as you feel his tongue push you over the edge to your second orgasm.

When he reappears from between your legs, mouth and chin glazed in your juices, licking cum off his lips, he's grinning hugely.

Your chest is heaving. Jin's shirt is fully sticking to your skin now, your hair sweaty. You watch Jeongguk warily, your body almost numb from so many orgasms in a day. But god it feels so good.

"That's two," Jeongguk says. He sits between your knees, his fingers moving across the bare skin of your thighs to draw patterns, moving up to your belly and beneath your breasts. It's soft and relaxing, and your eyes close as the exhaustion makes your body feel heavy. But your eyes snap open when he says, "One more to go!" like a little kid lining up for a roller coaster.

"What?"

He kisses your knees affectionately, leaning down to suck a hickey just above your belly button. He looks up at you with wide, innocent doe eyes, "I'm going to make you cum at least three times," he says, licking at your skin.

"That seems specific."

He rests his chin on your belly and watches you, eyes sparkling with mischief. "The hyungs only made you cum once or twice. I'm going to make you cum three times."

You raise your eyebrows, absentmindedly carding your fingers through the soft tresses of his hair. Your hand moves down his face and he takes your fingers into his mouth, biting the pads of your fingers playfully. You giggle and say, "Jeonggukie, it isn't a competition."

He sits up and says seriously, "Yes, it is. And I'm going to make you cum more times than they did." His head starts to move down toward your cunt again, but you clench your fist in his hair to keep him at your belly.

"Please don't," you shake your head, "It's so...sensitive. It hurts."

He pouts, resting his chin against your belly and watching you with wide doe eyes. He just frowns, so you move your hand to cup his cheek, whispering sincerely, "I'm sorry."

"I know!" He jumps up, face alight with enthusiasm as he bounces on his knees.

You raise your eyebrows, trying to ignore the blatant exhaustion that has settled into your bones.

He leans forward so that his forehead presses against yours, smirking devilishly when he says, "I bet I can get you to cum just by playing with your tits."

You laugh, shaking your head at the maknae's antics, nodding, "Okay, bet."

He laughs boyishly and maneuvers you both on the bed. You're laying flat on your back and Jeongguk settles himself against your stomach, pressing his face into your skin with a wide smile.

He peeks up at you shyly and says, "I really like you!" before immediately hiding his face in your breasts.

You run your fingers through his hair, wondering how someone can be such a wonderful mix of top and bottom and dom and sub, when you feel his teeth nip at the skin of your breasts.

You gasp at the sensation, moans tumbling from your mouth as he sucks a hickey onto the inside of your tit. You nearly scream when his fingers grip your breasts roughly, massaging in big round circles before moving to pinch your nipples.

"Ahh—" you gasp, fingers clenching into his hair. You feel your gut stir with the familiar sensation, surprised at the limits these demons have pushed you to.

Satisfied with the hickey, his lips pepper kisses across the globe of your breast before stopping at your nipple. While his right hand twists the nipple on your other tit, his tongue places small, kitten licks against the other bud.

"Mmm," he hums, licking three times in a row quickly, "Good taste." Then, before your even have time to blink, he's latched onto your nipple and starts suckling.

"Ohh, oh my god," you groan, gripping his shoulder in a death vice. No one has ever shown your tits this much attention before, and holy hell does this boy know what to do with his lips.

You can feel him smirk against your breast, licking your nipple with his full tongue. He suckles on it like he's going to get milk, running his tongue over the bud and flicking it.

But you fully scream when he takes the sensitive, hardened, bud between his teeth. Your chest arches, pushing your breast even further into his mouth as he moves back to sucking. He flicks his tongue over it before moving to the other side.

At first he ignores your other nipple, making you whine at the lack of attention. Instead, he picks a spot off to the side and sucks another purple hickey onto your skin, eyes closing peacefully as he takes his time nipping and sucking on your soft skin.

"Jeonggukie," you plead.

Smiling he says, "Okay, noona." Without any other warning he takes your neglected nipple between his teeth and tugs. You gasp, back arching as he licks it cutely, watching you with wide innocent eyes as he does devious things to your breasts.

The stirring in your gut has grown into a forest fire.

Jeongguk sits up and straddles your waist, massaging both of your tits with his hands in big wide motions. Then he gathers them up, pressing your nipples together and moving them over each other until you're panting.

Then he leans forward and takes them both into his mouth at the same time, sucking harshly. His tongue runs over the buds together and your back arches as you fall apart beneath him, your third orgasm with him (fifth of the day), crashes over you.

Satisfied, Jeongguk releases your tits, sitting back on your lap.

"Oh my god," you whisper. You watch blearily as Jeongguk holds up his phone and snaps another picture.

"Contact pic," he grins. When he puts the phone down, his thumbs run over the sensitive buds of your nipples, chuckling, "Look how swollen they are now, noona."

You whine at the attention, smiling softly when Jeongguk leans down to kiss you. He rolls off to the side, landing on the bed with a heavy thud.

You're still trying to catch your breath when you glance over at him. He's grinning hugely and when he rolls to his side to look at you he does a bunny nose scrunch and says, "I win."

You laugh loudly, grinning as you lean forward and rub your nose softly against his. "I think I won, actually." Then you sit up gingerly, your body aching from everything it's been through today. Jeongguk makes a whiny sort of noise in the back of his throat and you say, "I have to pee."

Your jaw drops when the light flicks on in the bathroom and you finally see yourself. It almost turns you on...how completely fucked out you look. Your hair is a giant birds nest, face glowing with sweat. Purple hickies litter your breasts and stomach from Jeongguk.

You look so...used and it's kind of hot.

When you come back out Jeongguk has crashed on your bed. He's laying on his back, phone on his chest, dead to the world. His expression is soft and cute, breathing peacefully.

You climb into bed next to him and wrap your arms around his torso. He responds in his sleep, hugging you to his chest. You drift off with a smile realizing how comfortable you're becoming with BTS, how natural it feels to be fucked so completely by them and then fall asleep in their arms.

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"Okay puppy, we have less than an hour," Namjoon says, unbuttoning his shirt as Taehyung strips. They're in Namjoon's room, so it's messy and smells like juniper and sandalwood. He steps forward to cup Tae's cheek, stroking his lips with his thumb, "And not too messy, hmm, puppy? We have to film soon."

Taehyung nods, taking Namjoon's fingers into his mouth to suck eagerly. Joon reaches behind him and grasps the handle of the plug in Tae's ass, pulling it out and thrusting rhythmically, angling it perfectly to hit his prostate.

Taehyung groans loudly, falling against Namjoon's chest heavily as his knees go weak. His mouth goes slack around Namjoon's fingers, drool dripping from his lips down his chin. His hips rut against Namjoon's thighs, his cock straining against its cage, desperate to get hard and to cum.

"Hyung," he moans, the sound slurred with pleasure and desperation as Namjoon continues taunting his abused hole with the plug. "Hyung please, I want to cum. Please."

Namjoon strokes a hand through the younger's hair fondly, his cock twitching in his pants as big, fat tears roll over Taehyung's cheeks. He runs his fingers through his hair again and whispers, "Should've made you wear mascara, huh, puppy. I want to see it streak down that beautiful face."

Taehyung nuzzles into his hyung's hand, licking at his palm and fingers, a puppy true to form. His eyes are large and watery as he looks up at Namjoon, "Your," he hiccups, "your cock, hyungie, please your cock."

"Since you asked so nicely," Namjoon smirks, pulling the plug out of his rim with a lewd, squelching pop! He grips Taehyung's hips roughly and they stumble back to the bed, Namjoon falling into a seated position and pulling out his thick, aching cock.

Having you on his lap all afternoon had tested his patience; especially with your large, innocent expression turning to look at him, knowing your pink, fluttering pussy was just inches from his dick. Oh fuck, he's so hard now.

"Spit puppy," Namjoon says, and Taehyung immediately gathers saliva in his mouth and leans over. He spits slowly, dribbling drool over Namjoon's fat cock. "Now sit," Namjoon says, leaning back as Taehyung straddles him, gripping the base of his hyung's cock and lining it up with his puffy hole. He lowers himself slowly and sits until Namjoon's bottomed out inside him. Namjoon groans beneath him, "Oh, good boy, puppy."

Taehyung wraps his arms around Namjoon's shoulders, his lips attaching to his hyung's neck and sucking. Namjoon thrusts weakly into Tae but pauses to slap him harshly on the ass. "Bad puppy, we have to film. No hickies."

Taehyung whines and nibbles Namjoon's ear, resting his forehead against Joon's. He raises and lowers himself on Namjoon's cock, meeting the elder's thrusts. He rubs his face into Namjoon's cheek and whines softly, "Hyung it hurts."

Namjoon grips his hips and begins thrusting with gusto, snapping his hips up and down with ferocity. He grunts into Taehyung's ear, "Puppies don't get to cum before their masters." But it only takes a few more angled thrusts at Taehyung's prostate for Namjoon to feel his cock twitch inside him. In stuttered jerks, he cums inside his hole, thick ropes of seed spilling inside.

In a sudden motion, he flips them so that Taehyung is on his back, pushing the plug into his oversensitive hole to keep the cum from spilling out. Namjoon undoes the cage holding Tae's cock hostage quickly before pushing the younger's legs up. Taehyung's knees sit on either side of his head now, the head of his cock hovering in front of his face.

"No mess today puppy," Namjoon says, stroking Tae's cock harshly as the younger opens his mouth. He closes his lips around the head of his own cock, swallowing as thick ropes of his own cum shoot down his throat.

They stay like that until Taehyung's balls stop twitching. Then Namjoon guides him to unbend and lay flat on his back. He sits back then, watching Taehyung's chest move up and down in heavy breaths, his cock now soft and heavy between his legs. He whistles, leaning forward to press his lips against Taehyung's, pushing his hair from his face gently, "Good job, puppy."

Taehyung grins up at him, his smile boxy and pleased. He pushes himself up and locks his lips with Namjoon's, sharing some of the cum still on his tongue. Namjoon pulls away and runs his nose softly against the younger's, planting kisses all over his face, "We should get cleaned up."

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You wake up on your back, a massive weight heavy on your torso. You inhale and smell fabric softener and sweat, memories of the night before coming back in a sleepy haze. You squint your eyes open against the light and smile at the soft dark tresses of BTS' maknae: Jeon Jeongguk.

You run your fingers through his hair slowly, pausing to draw a star on the back of his neck. He groans sleepily and wraps himself around you tighter, nuzzling into your chest. You kiss his forehead and lean over to check your phone; there are dozens of messages but your heart stops at the time.

"Oh, shit."

In a rush, you untangle yourself from Jeongguk, trying your best not to wake him. You slip out of bed and pull on the only presentable clothes you can find, wincing when you see your reflection in the mirror.

You try to run a brush through your hair, pulling it up into a bun that you hope looks more gelled than greasy. You scrub at your teeth, thankful all of Jeongguk's hickies are focused on your chest. You do not have time to cover one up on your neck today.

As you run back into your bedroom, fumbling with all of the documents you need for the presentation, Jeongguk sits up in bed. His hair is completely sticking up one side and flat on the other, and his face contorts in frustrated, exhausted confusion as he tries to make you out against the sun. "Nnh," he grunts, barely squinting up at you from the mess of sheets, "where are you going?"

"I'm so sorry," you say, hastily buttoning your shirt, "I just...I have this presentation about my dissertation. I have to go." You lean across the bed and press your lips to his forehead impulsively.

Your heart doesn't calm down until you're physically on the bus, holding yourself up with one of the poles. You realize belatedly that you grabbed your BTS-phone but not your regular phone.

With a sigh of relief, you unlock the device to send Ggukie a quick message. You feel bad for running out in such a rush this morning. But you freeze when you open your messages and see what awaits you.

A new group chat called: Princess Cumdump and her Seven Demons

You choke on your own spit and fall into one of the empty seats, your hand at your chest as you flush. Scrolling rapidly through the messages you see they're all very lewd and consequently make you very horny. But you don't pause to dwell on them too much, not until you reach the very first message.

You nearly fall out of your seat.

Late last night, while you were in the bathroom, Jeongguk sent everyone the picture of your pussy oozing cum. Your cunt is flushed pink and spread wide with Jeongguk's fingers, hot, white cum slowly pouring out.

You're so preoccupied trying to keep your underwear dry you completely forget to text anyone.

The presentation goes smoothly. Even though you arrive just in the nick of time and even though Jinyoung gives you a once over before saying, "You okay? You look terrible."

"Why would you say that," you hiss, positioning yourself beside him in front of the projector screen and before the awaiting group of faculty. He just shrugs.

But it does go smoothly.

"Great work you two!" the professor says, patting you both on the shoulders with a happy grin. He stays to chat for about twenty minutes, going over the next week's classes and how you should move forward with the dissertation.

When he leaves, Jinyoung turns to you with a pleased smile, "Celebratory lunch?" He adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder, "Jae and I were already planning to go out, you can join us."

You roll your eyes at him, "You can't invite me on your date."

He just shrugs but says, "Yeah, you should probably go shower or something anyway."

"You're the worst." You shove him playfully, both of you chuckling as you part ways.

You're surprised, when you come back, to find Jeongguk is still there. He's laying on his side, still burrowed in blankets, scrolling through his phone. When he peeks up at you from the sheets it's so doe-eyed and soft that you almost forgot he's a demon.

"Hey," you smile, leaning against your doorway and dropping your bag unceremoniously.

"Hey," he grins, sitting up and stretching his arms above his head, "Want a shower?"

You giggle, somehow unsurprised that he knows exactly what you need right now. But your mouth turns down apprehensively. It's a miracle you can walk today, even if your lower body does ache. And while you wouldn't say no to an orgasm, you're still so exhausted. You haven't even eaten today.

"No sex," he says, rolling out of bed, "I want to wash your hair."

He pulls you into the bathroom and strips off your professional clothes, moving slowly and making you watch yourself in the mirror. His hands move on their own, bowing his head to kiss softly at your neck and shoulders. It's hot enough that your pussy turns slick but romantic enough that you don't push it over the edge.

When he's done you both climb into the shower. The water runs cold at first and you squeal, hiding in Jeongguk's chest. He keeps one hand on your head and the other turns the handle, teasing playfully, "Baby."

Your head is pressed against his chest, so you turn and sink your teeth into his toned right pec in retaliation. He slaps your ass and then guides you backward until the water runs down your head in a warm stream, the muscles in your back slowly unwinding.

The shower takes way too long, but it's so worth it. You take turns gently shampooing each other's hair, running loofahs over each other's skin, kissing and laughing as you tell him about the presentation and the professor and Jinyoung.

"I guess we should get out," you pout, squinting through the sheer shower curtain as his stomach grumbles for the second time.

Jeongguk reaches behind you and turns the water off, "Wanna have lunch?"

He offers to summon something for lunch (samgyeopsal or sandwiches or pasta), but you insist on cooking. You'd meant to yesterday and...well.

He'd mentioned samgyeopsal first so you figure that's what he's craving most. You don't actually have pork belly, but you do have pork tenderloin. So you cut it into strips and stir fry it with vegetables in soy sauce, steaming some rice.

Jeongguk is sitting on the counter, but as soon as everything's settled, he hops down and wraps his arms around your waist. He curls himself over your body like a monkey, digging his chin gently into your shoulder. He doesn't let go, instead alternating between kissing your neck, singing quietly into your ear, and reaching around you to add more garlic or salt or to help stir.

It's not until you flip the heat off on the stove that you realize just how much food you've made. It could feed an army. Distracted as you were by Jeongguk's constant presence, you hadn't stopped to think about serving sizes.

You've just begun to worry over this when Jeongguk turns his head into your neck and says, "Should we invite everyone?" He's smiling into your skin and you wonder how it's physically possible to be this happy without combusting.

You nod sheepishly, "That would be nice."

Jeongguk kisses your cheek and holds his phone in front of you both rather than unwrapping himself from around you. You gasp when you see his background picture...it's you from last night. Must've been after your third and final orgasm (with him, at least). You look...completely fucked out.

He sends it to the group chat. Princess Cumdump and the Seven Demons

"Oh my god," you blush as he types, "why did you name it that? So embarrassing."

Jeongguk just giggles and sends out a message, this one sitting directly beneath the color commentary from the seven demons after the pic of your cum dripping pussy he'd sent last night.

JK: lunch at princess cumdump's!

You squeal and turn to hide your face in his neck, mortified.

"Why are you embarrassed?" A new voice says. You peek over Jeongguk's shoulder to see Taehyung has arrived. He crosses the space and runs a hand through your hair.

Jeongguk pecks Tae's lips and laughs, "Princess Cumdump."

Taehyung pauses as he moves to kiss your forehead, chuckling. He presses his lips to your skin and you duck your head back into Jeongguk's embrace, skin burning.

"And you think I'm mean," unmistakably Jin's voice, "Princess. Cumdump. My god."

"I think it's hot," Namjoon says before he's even fully materialized into the room. He slides into a chair at your small, round kitchen table and crosses his legs, waving at you.

"Here, sit down noona," Jeongguk says, taking you by the hips and maneuvering you to the table, "I'll bring the food." Before you can say anything, he plops you into Namjoon's lap, the elder's arms circling your waist.

"Hey there," he says softly.

"Hi," you blush, remembering his text message, "Daddy."

Namjoon chuckles but it's more like a cough, he nips at your neck, "No teasing sweetheart, I'll bend you over this table right now."

You smile to yourself, trying to hide just how much you would like that.

As Jeongguk puts the large pan of food on the table, waving his hand so plates and bowls and chopsticks materialize there, Namjoon laughs into your ear. "You subconsciously made this much food?" He whispers, "You must be made for us." His hands move down to your thighs, his large palms spreading you open in his lap. You suck in a breath as he adds, "Our little princess cumdump."

"Knock it off." Yoongi materializes next to Namjoon and flicks his shoulder, "We're about to eat." Namjoon winces playfully, his hands returning innocently to your hips. Yoongi leans down and kisses you sweetly, "Hi, kitten."

"Hi," you beam, steadily becoming more comfortable with them all. But you do begin to wonder if you will ever stop blushing.

When you look back at the table you're surprised to find it's grown. What was one your small round kitchen table has morphed into a large mahogany beast that can seat all eight of you.

"Hope you don't mind, I manipulated the furniture," Jin says as he slides into the seat at the opposite head, across from you and Namjoon. You shake your head, smiling as Jeongguk sits on your right side and Yoongi on your left, Namjoon's chin rests against your shoulder.

Taehyung sits beside Jeongguk, picking up an empty glass to have it filled immediately with a clear liquid by magic. You watch the sight in amazement, the others chuckling as they watch your expression.

"How many powers do you guys have?" you wonder, turning to look at Namjoon with wide doe eyes. He grinds his teeth trying to keep his pants from going stiff; all he wants is that exact same face but between his legs, mouth open for his cock. Fuck.

"Quite a few," he whispers, settling for nibbling on his earlobe.

"We're like centuries-old," Taehyung said, "so we've had some time to stock up."

Jeongguk tilts his head to the side, "I've...never really thought about the limits."

"And don't," Jin interjects, "It's just asking for trouble."

"What is?" J-Hope says as both he and Jimin materialize by Yoongi.

Jimin is leaning against Hobi heavily, pouting as he says, "Sorry we're late."

They slide into the seats across from Gguk and Tae. Between Gguk and Tae is a space big enough for a chair, but there isn't one. As if he can hear your thoughts Namjoon whispers in your ear: "As if I'd let you sit anywhere but my lap."

Lunch is good; it's warm and friendly and surprisingly comfortable. Namjoon's thighs are very comfortable; his arms around your waist, leaning forward over your shoulder as you lift a piece of meat to his mouth, his lips ghosting over your skin. And everyone's chatting, three or four conversations at once, bursts of enthusiastic dialogue, a variety of languages flying across the table. And you smile and nod and participate, you take the food they offer, feeling warm and happy when you realize you've barely fed yourself at all.

You feel...taken care of. You feel a sense of belonging that it is completely new. Surrounded by these seven demons, your heart feels full. You like being doted on and babied, squeezed and kissed and fucked.

For just a moment, when the food's all gone and the evening is winding down, you lean back into Namjoon's juniper scent and let yourself believe that this will be forever. Just for a moment, you forget about the contract and bask in the glow of these seven demons you are completely enamored with.

Namjoon sighs and the heat from his breath brings goosebumps to your skin. You twist to look at him, his eyes on his designer watch. He pouts down at you and says, "We have a filming schedule this afternoon."

"Ooh," you grin, "filming? What for?"

Namjoon squeezes your cheek playfully, "You really are just an ARMY, aren't you?"

"Of course!" you cross your arms and tilt your jaw up proudly.

There are various chuckles but Jin says, "We're filming for Dallyeola Bangtan in an hour. We should probably go."

There's a collective sigh as everyone's expressions tilt just a little bit more toward disappointment. Everyone stands from their chairs, except you and Namjoon (whose arms are locked around your waist like a cage), and Taehyung says, "I'll clean up!" He snaps his fingers and the empty dishes disappear. Your table, you notice, remains big enough for all of you.

You blink, surprised. There's a chuckle before you say, "Do you guys get frustrated? Having to clean things by hand on, like, Bon Voyage and stuff?"

"Yes," Jimin whines, "So annoying."

You giggle and accept his kiss when he steps forward, his lips soft and plush as they press tenderly against your own, "See you later, princess." He nips at your bottom lip playfully before disappearing entirely.

"Hey, hey," Jeongguk says, stomping his foot lightly at the smoke that was Jimin, "You promised me a BJ before filming!" He lunges toward you, pecking your lips almost forcefully before disappearing.

The others laugh at the youngest's antics, Seokjin walking up to you this time ("I should probably make sure they don't make too much of a mess."). He tilts your chin up with his hand and smiles before slipping his tongue in your mouth and kissing you. "Mmm," he hums happily after he pulls away. He pecks your lips one last time before pinching Namjoon's cheek behind you, "Bye hubby," he nods to you, "Princess." Then he's gone.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but he's smiling nonetheless. He kisses your forehead, his lips firm and chapped, knocking his forehead against your own cutely. "Later kitten," he whispers before disappearing.

"Hyung?" Taehyung asks, eyes flitting between you and Namjoon.

"Guess I should go," Namjoon pouts behind you, rubbing his nose softly against your cheek, "I have to take care of Tae before filming." You feel his mouth pull into a smile against your skin.

Taehyung whines and you look over to raise your eyebrows at him. He stomps his foot against the tile and growls, "Hyung, I've been so good. C'mon."

Namjoon snickers into your ear, "I was a little mean this time," he nods to the younger, "Show her, Tae."

Taehyung huffs, but turns and pulls down his pants, bending over. He spreads a cheek with one hand to reveal a translucent blue butt plug, sucked in by his puffy, abused rim. Namjoon reaches forward and slaps his ass, "Other side, too," he says. Taehyung turns and pulls his pants down in the front, his long, thick cock now enclosed in a matching translucent blue cock-cage.

A strangled moan escapes your throat at the sight of his angry red cock, unable to cum. You lick your lips, thinking of how much you might enjoy an after-dinner treat. But before your thoughts can spiral too much, Taehyung is pulling up his pants and crossing his arms.

You lick your lips, "You've had…" you swallow, trying to get your eyes to focus on his face, "For all of lunch?"

"All day," Namjoon corrects.

A breathy moan escapes this time, and Namjoon chuckles. He puts his hands on your waist and lifts, standing up behind you and placing you on the ground. Standing in front of you, he moves his thumb over your bottom lip, "As much as I would love to see these pretty lips wrapped around Tae's gorgeous cock," he pauses as your tongue darts out to lick the pad of his thumb, his face transforming in a smirk, "It's not our turn." Then he moves to Taehyung, whispers, "C'mon puppy," and they're both gone.

You breathe heavily, trying to ignore just how damp your underwear is now. Arms wrap around your waist and Hoseok buries his face into your neck, dangling himself over you. "He sure knows how to rile people up, huh," he says, nipping at your collarbone.

You choke out a laugh, "Ya' think?"

You turn around in his arms, smiling as he bows his head and locks his lips with yours. His movements are skilled and precise, like when he's dancing. He kisses with passion and heat and his tongue moves against your own with agility.

When he pulls away, you grin up at him, "So is it your turn?"

"Yes," he beams, kissing your forehead, "But not right now."

You frown, and he adds, "Needy little baby, hm? Maybe you are a cumdump, huh? Was five orgasms not enough for you yesterday?"

You bite your lip and shake your head. Of course not. Not when he's standing, literally, in your arms.

Hobi smiles, "I would expect nothing less. But still, I can't stay."

"Fine," you pout, "I guess, you're like, idols or something."

You yelp when he slaps your ass in response, "Brat," he smirks.

You smile back at him, tilting your head when a thought occurs to you. "So if it's your turn, then...Namjoon's next?"

"Mmm," he hums his agreement, leaning down to kiss your neck, "Namjoonie wants to go last."

There it is. The thought that had occurred to you. "Last?" you whisper around the lump in your throat.

He nods, "Yeah, all seven of us get a turn. Joonie wanted to go last."

"And then…?" You turn to look at him, your eyes wide and shimmering with newfound tears, "Then it's over?"

Hoseok gasps, cupping your face in his hands as the tears fall over your cheeks. His thumbs try to catch them as he caresses your skin, placing soft delicate kisses along your jaw. "It's gonna be okay princess," he whispers, wrapping his arms around you.

You bury your face into his shirt, inhale body spray and sweat, whimper softly at the thought of being left behind. Hoseok's hands move up and down your back soothingly, resting his cheek against your hair.

Well, this confirmed their suspicions at least.

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It's almost two weeks before J-Hope comes back to take his turn.

But it's not as lonely as the last time you didn't see them for multiple days in a row. This time you have the phone, and the godforsaken group chat (still entitled princess cumdump and her seven demons). And they text you constantly. They make you download games to play with them. They add you on Snapchat and their private twitter accounts. And their NSFW twitter accounts.

Seokjin tags you in photos of lingerie and designer clothes; he comments winky faces and hearts and the one emoji that looks like it's been edged for days. He makes promises to buy you these things, vows that he would lose his mind if he saw you in them. You like and retweet (to a new private account that only they follow) and promise you'd wear whatever he told you to.

Then the clothes appear in your apartment, in large, clean boxes, wrapped in tissue paper and ribbons. There's never a note, but there doesn't need to be one. You put on whatever's inside immediately, pose and take pictures immediately. Sometimes you send them to the group chat, other times you send them just to Jin. Either way, you receive dick pics back, or images of his plush, pink lips in a delectable pout.

When he's not sending you clothes, he's texting you puns. Or forwarding recipes with reminders to eat balanced meals. Or playing mobile games with you (he always wins, but you're getting better).

Yoongi texts in short bursts. He doesn't like punctuation and he doesn't care for full sentences. He doubles texts with reckless abandon. He sends you tweets and youtube videos of funny animal videos. He'll text you messages throughout the day that show he cares ("Have you had enough water today?" and "Don't forget to have lunch!") But mostly he texts you audio recordings—song drafts ("Jagiya, tell me if you like this~") or his voice (his voice, you could die) or funny raps that make you laugh.

Then he forwards you pictures of luxurious collars and cat ear headbands and socks with toe beans sown on. He sends you a picture of a pet tag with your name on it, offers to encrust it with diamonds. (You tell him that would be "purrfect" and he accuses you of talking to Jin too much). But then he says things like "Only the best for our kitten" or sends you videos of himself cumming with the message "Your master has some milk for you kitty." You almost broke their rule after every new message.

But you're a good kitty.

Hobi sends you...everything. He'll forward you tweets that remind him of you or that he thinks will make you smile. He texts you everything, whatever's on his mind; usually it's dirty ("Ugh i miss your mouth" and "im working on songs baby girl,, come cockwarm for me"), but sometimes it's just random and cute ("Sprite is hands down the best soda!" or "Have a good day at work!! Fighting!"). He also Snapchats you the most, another equal mix of dirty and cute. It's 40% clips of him dancing, 10% selfies, and 50% pictures of his hand wrapped around his cock and his tongue sticking out.

You really think they're trying to drive you crazy.

Namjoon has conversations with you. He calls you the most; it's still not a lot, because they're busy and he's the leader. But he calls you and he riles you up, he tells you you're not allowed to touch yourself then says the dirtiest things you've ever heard ("God baby, ugh, I want your mouth around my cock. I want to use your mouth like a pussy, okay, baby? Would you do that for Daddy? Would you let Daddy fuck into your mouth like he owns it, hmm?"). He riles you up. Then he cums, wishes you goodnight, and leaves you writhing on the bed in desire, still without permission to cum.

So there's that. But he also sends you videos of the wind in the trees on his morning walk, artsy pictures of the nature path he's riding his bike down and of Moni. He likes to text you lyrics, too. He asks for feedback or advice on changes; you think it's just him being gratuitous, but you always respond sincerely.

Jimin...Jimin is sneaky. Jimin is a plush, perfect doll with the personality of a slutty dom. He edges you over the fucking phone and it's ridiculous. He facetimes you and commands you; he tells you which pieces of clothing to take off and in what order, he tells you what he wants your fingers to do, and what to say. He presses his face close to the camera to watch the way your body trembles and hear the way you moan. Then he leans back in his desk chair and strokes himself off while you watch, hand moving up and down his pre-cum dripping cock, palming the head and watching you with hooded eyes.

And you're not allowed to cum. It's infuriating. But it's different than with Namjoon, who always hangs up immediately and leaves you frustrated. Jimin edges you, cums, cleans himself up and sits back in front of his computer with a soft smile. Then he asks you how you are and what happened during your day. He remembers details you tell him and then follows up about them. He smiles so sweetly that you almost forget the torture he just put you through.

He also constantly sends you funny Snapchats of himself with weird filters, making hilarious facial expressions.

Taehyung sends you pictures of Tanie nonstop. And videos at his (often failed) attempts at training the puppy. He tags you in NSFW twitter threads of him or the members (or him with the members), and texts you links to the nastiest reader/V fics he can find online. He always adds a comment like "goals" or "that'll be us" in the message.

He also sends you pictures of art or fashion that pique his interest, new songs (usually jazzy or old school) that he stumbles upon. He Snapchats selfies almost exclusively, often with funny quotes from movies or shows.

You also find that he's probably the most experimental of the group. Not really to your surprise. But you receive a lot of pictures and video of him with various toys; he's usually with the other members (the video of Hobi spanking him with a riding crop will never be forgotten or deleted), but you do occasionally get a solo shot of his puffy, wet rim, stuffed full with a vibrator or plug. One of your favorites was a snap he sent of himself pinching his nipples and whining cutely into the camera. No context, no message. Just Taehyung's long, thin fingers twisting his own pink, abused nipples.

Jeongguk tweets you a lot of fanart. He knows you're ARMY and you always retweet the stuff he sends because he has amazing taste. He also sends you the porn drawings of him and the other members, but you think he finds it a little embarrassing because he never adds a comment. It just shows up in your inbox at 9:30 AM on a Tuesday, causing you to nearly throw your phone at the wall to keep Jinyoung from seeing.

He sends you a lot of pictures of himself in lingerie or slutty outfits. Anytime he thinks he looks good, you suppose. Once, Jin bought him lingerie that matched one he'd just sent you. Jeongguk had sent a picture of himself, shy and blushing and clad in rosy pink, lace lingerie, with the message "Noona, we match!"

You and Jeongguk, you find, have similar roles with regards to the other members. You're babied and doted on, they buy things for you both and smother you with affection. It strengthens your friendship and camaraderie. You feel closer to him once you realize it. But, unlike you, Jeongguk will switch to a dom in the blink of an eye, send you a snap vid of his cock, twitching and leaking pre-cum, his voice gruff as he says, "Suck on it for me, noona, won't you?"

He also texts you art that he's working on, early drafts of GCF, clips of his high notes (because you mentioned casually one time that you like his high notes), and other funny things he finds on the internet. He sends you music a lot and you find you have similar tastes.

It's rare, now, that you're alone with your thoughts. You're either at work, preoccupied with research and studies and grading, or you're at home, watching TV and reading and texting and calling BTS.

And you don't mind it. If you need a break you put your phone down, and they never seem too grouchy or upset if you don't respond right away. They give you space if they sense you need it, which is good. But they're also busy, so sometimes, when you desperately need a distraction, they aren't available.

You're laying on your bed, thinking of the last time you saw them. You can feel the negativity swirling around inside your brain like a storm cloud.

"Last?" you had whispered to Hoseok.

"Last," you whisper now. You stare up at the ceiling and feel your eyes begin to water, tears pooling in your eyes and slipping down your cheeks and into your hair. "I'm going to be left alone."

You cry, thinking of this all ending. Of losing them.

"Hey, hey," a voice says, soft like the mid-afternoon sun that filters in through the windows. You blink and glance over, recognizing the shape that's blurry from your tears.

Hoseok's fingers are warm and strong as he takes your face in his hands, "Why are you crying?"

You sniffle loudly, leaning into his touch as you struggle to sit up. You wipe at your cheeks with the back of your hand and rub your eyes. You're sitting on the edge of your bed, Hobi standing in front of you, so close that your knees touch. "I'm fine," you say, looking up at him.

Hobi pushes your hair out of your face, bringing his hand down to cup the back of your neck. He leans down and kisses your eyelids, then the tip of your nose. He rests his forehead against yours and says, "We aren't going to leave you."

You want to believe him. Your instincts tell you to believe him. Instead, you sigh and push the instinct down. You tell yourself it's just the sex, it's just subspace seeping through a bit too much into real life.

Hoseok can tell you don't believe him, but he doesn't make a move to contradict you. Namjoon hasn't made any final decision so he has no authority to say anything decisive. He just has hope, which is what he's known for.

"Hey," he says again so that you'll look up, "What do you say I fuck you into next week, huh?"

You sniffle and smile at him sweetly, "Yes, please."

"Good," he says, taking your hands and pulling you up from the bed, "because I've been thinking of you bouncing on my cock for weeks. And—" his hands dive beneath your shirt and lift to pull it off, "—I hear Jiminie and Joonie have been edging you?"

"Yes," you pout, watching as he kneels down when he slips your sweats off your hips, "I want to cum."

Hobi grins when he sees you aren't wearing underwear, reaching up to spread your pussy lips with his fingers. "You're telling me," he whistles, slipping a finger inside your tight heat and thrusting weakly, "You're soaked."

"Nnh," you moan breathily as he inserts another finger, scissoring inside you to stretch your walls, "Hoseok—."

"You can call me sir, actually," he says, kissing your inner thigh, "At least while we're having sex, okay?"

Your head falls back as you moan, responding almost involuntary, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he grins, spreading your lips again to expose your clit, suckling it softly. He moans and stands, slipping his fingers from your tight heat, "So good." He cups your jaw, running his thumb over your chin. "Now," he says, "how do you feel about double penetration?"

You lick your lips, "Positively."

"Good," he grins, "because I have a very specific vision in mind, and it involves this." He holds up his hand and in it appears a very large, very ridged, black dildo.

His vision, it turns out, has you straddling him. When he pushes his dick into your pussy, it slides in easily from how slick you became at the words double penetration. Hoseok groans low in his throat, "Warm and tight. Fuck."

You raise and lower yourself weakly, eyes fluttering at the sensation of his cock inside you. Two weeks of being edged over the phone and you finally have a cock inside you. It's a fucking dream.

"Open wide baby," Hoseok says, and you open your eyes to find the large dildo hovering over your lips. You immediately drop your jaw, accepting the hard, heavy object into your mouth. Hoseok strokes your hair and says, "C'mon, like it's a real cock."

You hollow your cheeks and bob your head, running your tongue over the dildo and sucking harshly. Hoseok eases it further into your mouth and you swallow it down as it nears the back of your throat.

"Okay," he says, pulling the object from your lips, "now lean forward." You press yourself against his chest. He reaches around and you feel the round tip press against your rim. You sink your teeth into his shoulder as it breaches your entrance, high pitched, desperate whines escaping your throat.

You curl yourself around him, whining desperately in his ear as you grind down on his cock and he simultaneously plows you with the dildo. You've never been so full. Your hips gyrate to the rhythm he's setting, panting, "Sir, sir, sir," into his ear and whining, high pitched and needy as he fills both holes.

You pause, lifting yourself to readjust. The dildo slips out of your tight hole and you suddenly feel empty. Hoseok holds it with his fist, and spreads your ass cheeks wide, the breeze brushing your gaping hole and causing you to clench up.

"Here, baby, here," he whispers, arching his back and tilting his head. You curve downward to meet his lips, kissing each other for a long moment, savoring the taste of cinnamon on his tongue. "Ready?" he murmurs

You readjust yourself again, grinding down on his cock still filling your cunt, eyes fluttering at the sensation of it against your walls and against your womb. You nod and immediately the dildo is sheathed in your ass again, Hoseok pumping it in and out in what you realize, in some corner of your mind where logic and reasoning still reside, is an eight-count.

He wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady, hips thrusting messily up into you as his breathing becomes uneven. You grind down on him and he growls out a quiet, "Fuck," before abandoning the dildo. It stills and sits heavy in your ass, a sensation that drives you crazy until his hands close around your waist. He pumps you over his cock in time to his thrusts, the dildo moving wildly inside of you at the rapidity of his movements.

You feel your body wind up tightly, panting you ask, "Sir, sir, can I—ngh—can I cum?"

"Cum, cum, cum," he chants, both of your bodies spinning out of control as an incredible euphoria crashes over you. His hips move through his orgasm, rope after rope of his seed spilling inside you. Your walls clench down on him and on the dildo, miking both as your body goes numb from your orgasm.

You fall against him, breathing heavily as you try to regain your senses. You can feel his lips stretch into a pleased grin against your neck, moving to plant soft, butterfly kisses across the entire expanse of your face.

"So," he beams, "how was that?"

"Next week?" you pant, nibbling on his earlobe because it's there, "I think you fucked me into next year."

He chuckles happily, leaning forward and pulling the dildo from your abused hole. You whine desperately, clenching onto his shoulders from the oversensitivity. He runs a hand over your back softly, "Sorry, baby."

You lift yourself off of him, freezing as soon as you feel his seed begin to seep from your cunt. J-Hope laughs, nuzzling his face into your cheek, "Baby girl's just determined to make a mess, huh?" He waves a hand and suddenly it's gone and your pussy feels...clean.

"Woah," you whisper, craning your neck to try and look at your cunt, "Aftercare in ten seconds or less."

He laughs jovially, his eyes watching as you get up and pull a shirt from your dresser. This one is Yoongi's; a dark Fear of God shirt that he sent a few days ago. You can tell he wore it for a while because it smells like him. Like what you think his studio probably smells like—expensive cologne, cheap deodorant, and old takeout (but in a good way).

"What are your plans this week?" Hoseok asks from the bed.

"Hmm?" You slip into the shirt and grin, inhaling.

Hoseok sits up in bed and runs a hand through his hair, "It's spring break right?"

"Yeah, and the professor gave us the week off, too!" you grin, crossing the room and crawling up the bed to straddle him again.

"Want to come to Seoul then?"

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"C-can I?" you stutter, sitting heavily in Hoseok's lap, "Can I just...come to Seoul?"

He chuckles, grinning widely, "Of course you can."

"And...what?" your brow furrows. So many unbelievable things have happened in the last...month? Oh god, you realize, it's only been a month and it feels like forever. "Stay with you guys?"

Hoseok's hands can't keep still, so they trace up your thighs and beneath your (Yoongi's) t-shirt. His hands stroke up and down your back, pausing at the curve of your bare ass to squeeze happily. "Well, where else would you stay, silly?"

"B-but," you stutter again, cursing at yourself for being such a mess, "is that allowed?"

This time Hoseok smirks, eyebrows raising like a challenge, "And who, do you think, could stop us?"

"But...the contract—?" You lose your train of thought as Hobi stretches forward to plant kisses on your neck, sucking and biting the skin until a purple bruise sits beneath your ear.

"There's nothing in the contract," he whispers against your skin, tongue lapping at the beads of sweat that appear there, "that says we can't bring you to our place."

You run your tongue over your lips, pressing down with your teeth. Your hands have snaked into Hoseok's hair, scratching circles lightly with your nails. You want nothing more than to go to Seoul. You want to see their apartment and meet their dogs and sleep in their beds. You want to see their kitchen and their shower and their agency. You want to go to their favorite restaurants and their rehearsals. You want to watch movies and eat dinner and then have the ever-living-lights fucked out of you. And then you want to shower with them and wear their clothes and snuggle into them as you drift to sleep.

But that's exactly why you're afraid to go.

Namjoon is last. And Namjoon is the only one who hasn't yet taken his turn. And you know that he will once you're in Seoul. And then it will be...over.

"We aren't going to leave you," Hoseok whispers. Again. It's the second time tonight that he's said that, and you still don't believe it.

The contract looms in your mind and with it the fear that all of this (the texting and social media and clothes and attention and the sex, all of it) is simply to fulfill their contract. And once Namjoon takes his turn...it will all be over.

"Please come," Hoseok says. He pulls away, hands on your back to watch you with wide, pleading eyes, "Please. Just trust me on this."

You run your hands through his hair, push it away from his face. You can feel your heart constricting in your chest, your mind clearing from subspace as he pleads for you. It's such a foreign feeling, and you're not that big a fan of being in control, but you do realize this has to be your choice.

And what if you say no? Namjoon would just take his turn here, wouldn't he? And it would still be over afterward.

So you might as well trust him—trust them.

"Okay," you say softly, "I'll go."

"Really?" he grins, leaping upward to catch your lips with his own, pecking them over and over in overjoyed enthusiasm.

You grin because you can't help it, his energy is infectious. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and squeeze, laughing because your answer has made him so happy. You lean back, pressing your hands to the back of his neck, absently letting your thumbs toy with the hoops in his ears. "When do we leave?"

"Oh," he blushes suddenly, looking away from you, "Kinda already did."

You blink, straightening in your position on his lap, looking around. You are no longer in your room. In fact, you are so much not in your room that there are five others in this new room, all watching you. Watching you, who is straddling a naked Jung Hoseok, while you are naked but for Yoongi's Fear of God t-shirt.

You gasp and, before you can think about it, hit Hoseok playfully on the back of the head. "You could've warned me!"

"Sorry," his cheeks flush, "I was excited."

"Hey Joonie," a voice says, you and the six other sets of eyes turning to the hallway where the voice is coming from, "I have some new ideas about that track you played for me yesterday and I—" Yoongi stops abruptly when he steps fully inside and sees you there. He grins, "Kitten."

"H-hi," you blush, looking down as seven sets of eyes now turn their attention back to you.

"Put some clothes on," Jin says, stepping forward to similarly smack the back of Hoseok's head. He disappears from beneath you so that you land softly on your knees on the soft leather couch he'd been sitting on. Then Jin leans forward and gives you a soft kiss on the lips, "Hello gorgeous. Have you eaten? We were just about to have dinner." You realize now that Jin is wearing a pink, frilly apron over a turtleneck and jeans.

"No, I'm starving," you say, looking up at him.

Jin pinches your cheek cutely, "Good, I'll fix you a plate." He turns on his heel and walks down a hallway that, you can only assume, leads to the kitchen.

"Do you want a tour?" Taehyung says, picking up your hand from behind you. You crane your neck to see him, Jimin, and Jeongguk standing eagerly behind you.

"Yes, please," you grin.

They help you off the couch, your bare feet landing softly on the floor, wincing when the wood is colder than you expect.

"Here," Yoongi says, waving his hands so that a pair of knee-high black socks appear on your feet. When you raise one up you see little toe beans stitched into the bottoms.

You flush and nod your head, "Thank you."

When you turn back to the maknae's, you find Jeongguk crouching down, "Hop on!" he says, "The Jeongguk Express is about to leave!"

Giggling, you climb onto his back, gripping his shoulders as he stands and steadies himself with your added weight. He hooks his arms beneath your legs and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek.

Taehyung takes one of your hands and tugs both you and Jeongguk forward, "Let's go, let's go! I want you to see my room!"

As you pass him, Namjoon looks down at his watch, "Jin said twenty minutes! Don't take too long!"

"Okay!" Jimin calls as you race down the hallway.

It's a long hallway, doors placed periodically along both walls. You try to count but now Jeongguk is fully sprinting after Taehyung, laughing like a child chasing a kite. You squeal when he skids near the end of the hallway and turns abruptly, socked-feet slipping as he tries to start running again. In front of you, Taehyung is skipping backward, grinning happily, and you can hear Jimin trying to keep up behind you.

You curl over Jeongguk's back like a koala, giggling into his neck and gripping his shoulders tightly. You feel his hands tighten on the backs of your legs and suddenly he lunges forward, moving quickly past Taehyung and stopping abruptly at a door ajar.

"Hah! I win," he declares. He bounces you up and down on his back gleefully, twisting his neck to say again, "I win."

"You win," you say proudly, rubbing your nose affectionately against his.

Then he turns and sticks his tongue out at Taehyung and Jimin, who are both out of breath and slowly catching up. Jimin shoves Tae playfully and says, "Why would you taunt him like that?"

Taehyung just shrugs and takes off his cap, fixing his sweaty hair before putting it back on. He strides up to the door and pushes, "This is my room."

It's smaller than you would have thought. Although the bed is quite large and so is the closet. It's messy, too, with various articles of (you notice absently, extremely expensive) clothing strewn about. There's a gaming computer and a Switch and the blinds are open so that light streams in.

"I like it," you beam at him.

"Wait till you see mine, noona!" Jeongguk says, turning to a door opposite this one. It's also slightly ajar so, because he's holding you up, he nudges it open with his head. You giggle as he steps into the room for you to see.

Jeongguk's room is neat and organized. Half of the room is consumed with gaming and editing computers, there are multiple cameras scattered about and a couple of sketchbooks by an iPad. The other half of the room is a closet and a bed in dark sheets.

You smile and, because he's there, you nudge your nose into his cheek before kissing it. "It's great," you grin against his skin.

"Let's go see mine and Hobi's," Jimin says, turning and walking back the way you came.

The three of you follow him quietly before you squeeze Jeongguk's shoulders and say, "Aren't you tired?"

"Even if I wasn't an all-powerful demon," he says, leaning his head back so that it rests against your shoulder, "I'd be able to carry you all the time."

You blush, trying not to think about how soft and romantic (but also horny and wet) such a simple statement makes you. You also try not to think of your bare pussy pressed against his back, getting wet without underwear to stop the slick from staining his back.

You make it all the way down the length of the hallway before stopping at a door. Jimin turns the handle and pushes inside, revealing the largest room by far. There are two full-sized beds, a large closet on one side, and a television. Both beds have been made, but one has a laptop and a few books spread over it—Jimin's, you think. Hobi's bed is clean, but there's a small cluttered desk with an expensive computer system near it.

Just as you cross the threshold, Jin's voice resonates through the apartment, "It's going to get cold!"

"We'll have to show you the rest later, noona," Jeongguk says, immediately turning and walking toward the sound of Jin's voice. When he puts you down in the kitchen, Taehyung walks up and wraps an arm around you.

"Do you want to sit with me?" Taehyung whispers in your ear.

Blushing you nod cutely, "Yes, please, but uh—" you pause to see where each of the other members are before whispering, "Can I have some underwear?"

"Huh? Why?" Jimin pouts from beside you both.

You worry your bottom lip and mutter, "I really don't want to get any slick on your pants."

Across the room, Jin chokes in surprise, turning abruptly to look at the three of you. Your eyes widen and you turn into Taehyung's embrace, flushed. You whisper softly, "Is super hearing part of the demon thing?"

"Yes!" Yoongi calls from the other side of the room.

"Fuck," you whine.

"Naughty language for such a cute princess," Taehyung chuckles. Then he taps your ass over the t-shirt and you feel underwear appear on your hips. "Take a peek," Tae whispers, "they're cute. Jin-hyung picked them out."

You turn in his embrace and lift your shirt to expose a pair of baby blue lace panties, a little bow in the center. They are really cute, damn.

The table is similar to the one they conjured in your kitchen. And again, although there are easily eight spaces, there are only seven chairs to claim. So you let Taehyung guide you to his spot and sit comfortably on his lap.

Like the lunch you'd had a few weeks ago, this dinner is chaotic. There are almost always three or four different people talking at once, languages, and food, and puns flying across the table haphazardly.

Taehyung keeps you in his lap with his arms secured around your waist. He then winks and flirts and cons Jimin and Hoseok and Yoongi into feeding him throughout the meal, often times taking a bite and kissing it into your mouth in a way that is only slightly functional but is completely erotic.

So erotic that by the end of the meal, when Tae shifts you from sitting on both thighs to straddling just one and then begins to bounce the knee so that he hits your clothed clit almost perfectly every time, you're already a wreck.

"Ah, ah, ah—! Tae...hyung," you pant as his leg bounces faster up and down beneath your pussy. Before you can stop yourself, your hips snap back and forward, looking for any kind of friction.

Tae leans forward and nibbles on your earlobe, "What happened to not getting any slick on my pants, hmm?"

"I just bought her that underwear," Jin pouts from the head of the table, nevertheless watching with his eyes glued to you. You notice only vaguely that Tae has pushed away from the table so that you're on complete display for the six of them.

"Not that I don't enjoy this," Namjoon says to the room, nobody's eyes shifting away from you, "but this will take a while and we have a photoshoot in the morning."

"I could go for dessert," Yoongi offers, and the next moment he's slipping beneath the table. He crawls underneath it until he's kneeling in front of your and Tae's chair, his face even with your crotch.

Tae moves you to sit between his legs, and Yoongi's hands work up your thighs, "Spread her, Tae," he says.

Tae hooks his knees beneath yours and spreads your legs wide, your pretty underwear suddenly gone so that your flushed, dripping cunt is fully on display. When you look around the table you see that everyone is watching you.

You clench your eyes shut, your body flushing at all of the attention. Your mouth falls open when Yoongi's small tongue begins lapping with kittenish licks at your clit. He uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips, exposing the clit and suckling on it harshly. Two fingers stroke your folds before he finds your entrance and plunges them inside, sinking them in to the knuckle and scissoring.

"Ah," you moan, leaning into Taehyung's chest and thrusting your hips forward, seeking more pleasure as Yoongi closes his mouth around your clit and sucks in earnest. His tongue flicks across the little bud relentlessly, your body spasming before you can even think, his fingers thrusting through the orgasm until your body stills, slick, and arousal gushing from your tight hole.

"I want a taste," Jimin whines and when you open your eyes, you find his head between your legs beside Yoongi's. The elder backs away and allows Jimin in closer, the younger man licking long stripes up and down your folds as he scoops up your juices with his tongue.

When he's finished he says, "It is like dessert, nice and sweet."

You're a panting mess, resting against Taehyung's chest and barely keeping yourself upright. Namjoon stands before you with a smirk, leaning down to whisper in your ear: "Time for bed, princess?"

You nod cutely, letting your eyes slip closed and your body sag against Taehyung's chest. You feel Namjoon's hands cup beneath your arms and he lifts you like a child, holding you against his body as you lazily wrap your legs around his waist.

"Let's go then."

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You wait all week for Namjoon to take his turn. Every time he approaches you, you think it's time. But six days pass and he still hasn't followed through.

But everybody else has. Hoseok brings out that riding crop he spanks Taehyung with and does the same to you, while you suckle Yoongi's cock. Jin dresses you in pretty lingerie, sits you on his lap, and makes you cockwarm him for hours while he plays games. Jimin and you have Tim Burton movie marathons that he edges you through, fingers on your nipples and your clit for hours and hours until you're crying and sobbing for his dick.

They take you to BigHit and show you where they work; their individual studios and dance rehearsal spaces. Jeongguk fucks you in the dance studio, in front of the mirrors, so both of you can watch. Yoongi takes you into his studio, bends you over the desk with your mouth against a microphone, and records every sound you make as he pounds into you from behind. Taehyung fucks you in a supply closet with other employees constantly walking by, stuffing his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

But Namjoon...Namjoon just watches and gets hard. But he never makes a move. At least, no sexual moves. You sleep in his room the entire week and you wonder if this is him taking his turn. But it can't be...can it?

When you're not being given the greatest physical pleasure you've ever known, it's very...domestic. They take you to all their favorite stores and restaurants, they watch movies and play video games with you. You cuddle and play with each other's hair, laugh, and joke. You cook and eat (always in one of their laps, constantly being doted upon).

It takes you nearly three days to realize that they're spending almost too much of their time with you. Three days for you to look over at Jin and say, "Shouldn't you guys be at work?!"

He chuckles and feeds you a strawberry, wiping the juices as they spill down your chin with his thumb, "We took a few days off. Calm down."

Your eyes grow even wider, speaking around the berry as you say, "You don't have to spend your days off on me."

"Of course we don't have to," he says, holding another strawberry against your lips until you open up to take it, "We want to. We never want to leave you."

You hear variations of that all week and realize that it's a concerted effort on their part to reassure you. And god help, you're actually starting to believe them.

It's on your last day before you have to go back home that Namjoon comes up to you, interrupting a movie night with the maknae's (you're on Jeongguk's lap and he has his hands on your breasts, absentmindedly toying with your perky nipples while completely focused on the screen). He's accompanied by the rest of the group and says, "We need to talk."

You gulp, frowning when even Jeongguk's hands move from your tits. That's how serious the conversation is going to be. But his arms circle around your waist and he tucks you into his chest, digging his chin into your shoulder comfortingly.

Everyone sits around the living room, but Namjoon is directly across from you (and Jeongguk). His face is serious and he says, "We've been talking," his eyes flit around the room to the other six members before he continues, "about your contract." He sighs and says, "The members and I agree...we don't want this to end."

You stare at him in shock, your mouth dropping open because that is the last thing you expected from him. You thought this was going to be about life post-contract—maybe they had to erase your memories? Or there were rules you needed to follow? Or punishments if you told anyone?

"What that means," he says, "is that after this contract ends, we want to write a new one."

"An official one," Yoongi adds, "not accidental."

"And that one," Namjoon says, "will be forever."

You're crying before you can help it, so relieved that it's ridiculous. They all watch you in shock, Namjoon leaning forward and kneeling in front of you. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and whispers, "We thought this was it, that the seven of us...were all we needed, but—"

"But we met you," Jin finishes.

"We love you," Jimin says softly, grinning warmly.

"Your personality and how good you are in bed," Taehyung adds, everyone chuckling.

"It will be," Yoongi says, his voice so serious that it causes you to look up, "it will be like a marriage contract."

You hear a soft click and when you look back to your lap, Namjoon is holding open a small velvet box with a beautiful ring nestled inside. It's white gold, with a large diamond in the center and seven small diamonds surrounding it.

"That's you," Jeongguk whispers, pointing to the large diamond, "and that's us," he says, motioning to the small diamonds encircling it.

"What do you say?" Namjoon whispers, offering the ring to you.

Still crying, so happy it's like you can't breathe, "Yes, of course, yes!"

There's a loud cheer and Namjoon grins hugely, Jeongguk bouncing you up and down in his lap. "Good," Namjoon says, picking the ring from the box and sliding it easily onto your ring finger.

"Then," Namjoon stands and offers you his hand, "It's my turn." You slip your hand into his and he pulls you up, turning to the others he says, "Jin let's have a huge celebratory dinner; Yoongi start drawing up the contract." And with those parting words, he guides you gently to his room.

You like Namjoon's bedroom. It's cozy. There are about a million figurines and things from fans. He's got a desk and a laptop and some sound equipment. There's a small table in front of his window with his bonsai. It's also messy—clothing strewn everywhere and pieces of technology abandoned. But you kind of like it. It's homey.

He takes you into the room by your hand, and you can't help but smile at the wrinkled bed and the sleep shirt you'd tossed onto it this morning. You put your hand out to touch it and catch sight of the ring.

The ring. Which must have been so expensive and which is so gorgeous and which, of course, is imbued with meaning. The seven diamonds protecting the center one.

You're crying again before you even realize.

"Hey, are you okay?" Namjoon whispers when he realizes, turning and cupping your cheeks in his hands.

You twist your mouth to the side but admit, "I thought you didn't...wouldn't want to be with me. After the contract." You lean forward and clutch his shirt tightly, "I thought I was going to lose you. All of you."

"Oh baby," he whispers, wrapping his arms around you in a giant bear hug and squeezing. "We love you so much. There will never be enough words to describe how I—how all seven of us feel about you." He pulls away, eyes shining with the light of an oncoming metaphor, "It's like...it's like thinking there are only six flavors of ice cream. But it's ice cream and you love ice cream and you love these flavors. And you'd be happy to eat these six flavors for the rest of your life, are excited to in fact. But then, one day, purely by accident, you find out there's a seventh flavor. And everything...the whole world has shifted because…" his eyes come back down to earth and he squints at you as he tries to figure out if he's making sense, "there are seven flavors?"

You giggle, understanding his meaning even if the delivery was goofy, "What flavor am I?"

Namjoon licks his lips and leans down to kiss you, tongue diving between the seam of your lips and entering your mouth. It's heavy and heady and intoxicating. It makes you shake and your knees weak.

"You're more like a sundae," he says when you separate, his lips sucking purple hickies onto your skin, "Innocent vanilla ice cream, but then with a bunch of kinky shit dumped on top."

You gasp, slapping his chest jokingly and blushing because...well yeah.

"Am I wrong?" he says, gripping your hips tightly and whispering huskily into your ear, "Call me daddy."

"D-daddy," you whisper, biting your lip as your mouth trips over the word.

Namjoon hums happily, hips thrusting at yours so you can feel every inch of his hard cock against your thigh. He takes your left hand in his and sucks on the tip of your ring finger, releasing the digit to say, "Better get used to calling me that because once we're married I won't accept anything else." Then he opens his mouth and closes it around the entirety of your ring finger, deep throating the digit easily as he tongues at the diamond ring decorating your finger.

"Daddy," you sigh, your underwear now sticky against your thighs from so much slick.

Namjoon smirks and releases you, turning to his cabinet and coming back with a small Koya sleep mask. He slips the soft material over your head and pauses to say, "You're going to wear this for me, okay baby girl?"

You nod, "Yes, daddy."

"Good," he says, slipping it over your eyes before taking your hand again.

Goosebumps rise on your skin when you feel his hands slip under the giant shirt (Kookie's) that you're wearing and tug it off. You gasp loudly when his lips close around one of your abused nipples (also Kookie) and tongues it slightly.

"Jeonggukie knows what he's doing, huh," he chuckles, biting it harshly so that you let out a quiet scream.

Then he bends down and peels your underwear away from your pussy, "Needy girl," he says, dropping them on the floor. His hand closes around your wrist and he guides you further into the room.

"Okay baby girl, you're going to straddle my knee, but I'll get you in position."

"Okay, daddy," you whisper, nervous (and turned on) at your helplessness. You hear the protest of bedsprings as he sits down, maneuvering you over his right thigh, like the night at the dinner table with Taehyung. He puts your hands on his shoulders for balance and rests his hands gently against your hips.

You gasp as the ridges of his jeans brush against the sopping, sensitive folds of your pussy. It's big and sturdy and when he tenses under you it sends shock waves through your body.

"Move your hips, little one," he whispers, helping guide you with his hands.

Your hips move back and forth until you're fucking your bare pussy against his jeaned thigh. You're gasping and stuttering. It feels so good and Namjoon is watching you with his pupils blown.

"Okay little one," he says, leaning back into his chair to watch you, "I want you to tell me what the others have done."

"W-what?" You say, pausing in your confusion.

Namjoon smacks your pussy lightly, "Did I say you could stop?" Once you start thrusting again he says, "I want you to tell me how my brothers fucked you," he leans in to nibble your earlobe, "Every detail. Start with the first time. With Yoongi."

You tell him about the bathroom stall while you fuck his leg, about the other person having been there the whole time and eating Yoongi's cum. Your legs get weak as you tell him about the threesome with Jimin and Taehyung, your pussy almost raw from rubbing against the fabric of his jeans as you describe the way they'd fucked you and the promise that you wouldn't make yourself cum unless given permission.

Namjoon grunts and lifts you by the hips, "Here." He flips you so that your back is to his chest and you're cradled in his lap. You can feel the stiff length of his cock pressing into your ass. He keeps your legs apart by hooking them around his knees, his fingers tickling the inside of your thighs so that you have to stop your story to make desperate, mewling whines. He slaps the inside of your thigh, "Continue."

As you describe your spanking from Jin, how hot and tingly your ass felt, Namjoon's hands inch up your thighs and spread your pussy wide. You whimper as you describe your three consecutive orgasms with Jeongguk.

Namjoon stands and flips you onto your back on the bed, unzipping his pants so that his clothed dick is pressed against your soaking pussy. He thrusts up into you, hitting your clit each time, and grunts, "Oh, yeah?" as you tell him about the way Jeongguk had fucked you and eaten Jin and his own cum and then suckled your nipples until you were sobbing and cumming again.

He's rutting into you almost violently now as you describe the double penetration with Hoseok, the feeling of that large black dildo in your ass, pressing up against his cock inside you. And just as you start to tell him about what's happened over the week since you've been here he leans down over you so that his weight presses you into the bed. He grunts into your ear, "Slutty little girl, huh?"

His hips rut against your bare pussy and you can imagine the giant stain on the crotch of his jeans from your arousal. His teeth graze the shell of your ear as he continues, "Ngh, fuck, just a slutty girl begging for cock, huh? Horny and needy and desperate for dick, hmm? Tell me. Tell daddy what a cockslut you are, tell daddy you're a cumpdump."

You gasp as the bulge in his pants again hits your clit and your words slur as you oblige him. "Yes, yes, yes. Yes, Daddy, I'm a slut. I'm a slut. I'm a slut. I just want all seven of your cocks and your cum. I want to be full, full, full." You moan as Namjoon's hands grip your hips and he keeps assaulting your bare cunt with his clothed cock. You're so close.

"That's right," he groans, slowly to circle his hips and grind into your clit so that you pant into his ear desperately, "Filthy cumsluts like you are only happy when they're full. And you're such a cock hungry slut you need seven to keep you happy, huh? Say it."

You nod enthusiastically, hips thrusting upward to chase your orgasm, "I need sev—" you gasp, stuttering as he grinds your hips together, "Seven. Seven cocks, I need seven cocks."

"Humph," he grunts, and suddenly the sensation is gone.

You're left alone, blindfolded on the bed, your pussy aching from being abused so roughly and brought so close to an orgasm. Tears are rolling down your cheeks past the Koya face mask and you writhe on the bed in desperation. "Daddy," you whine.

"Needy little girl made a mess all over daddy's pants," he sighs, and you hear his zipper slide down. Namjoon's hand wraps around your wrist and tugs so that you're sitting on your knees in front of him. You gasp when something long, heavy, and hot presses against your cheek, caressing the skin there slowly. His cock.

"Stick out your tongue. Don't move unless I tell you to."

Immediately you open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as it can go.

Namjoon sighs softly above you, a gentle hand stroking through your hair as he whispers, "Such an unbelievably good girl." You feel his dick shift from your cheek, more tears slipping past the mask when you feel the heavy head of his cock rest against your tongue. Namjoon's thumb wipes the tears from your cheeks and he says, "I can't believe we get to marry you."

You whine at the praise and the soft, heartfelt words, desperate to return the favor. You want to wrap your lips around the head of his cock and bring him to orgasm. You want to taste and swallow his cum. You want to be good for him. For all of them.

Instead, Namjoon grips either side of your head and gently begins to fuck himself into your mouth. You stay still, breathing heavily around the appendage as he moves inside of you slowly. He's grunting above you, unbelievably slow as he takes his time to drag every vein of his cock over your waiting tongue and into the tight cavern of your throat.

"Fuck baby," he groans, hips stuttering as he presses into your mouth far enough to deep throat you. You're choking around his length but stay still nonetheless; you don't even close your mouth around him, because he hasn't told you to do so. But your nose is pressed firmly against the soft fuzzy hair at his groin and the lewd scent is making arousal drip down your thighs.

"I've heard from some of the boys that you're quite the cockwarmer," he says, one of his hands moving to stroke your hair again, the other firmly planted on the back of your skull. "Do you think you could stay like this for a few hours? Hmm?" His fingers move down to massage one of your earlobes, whispering sweetly, "I think you could." He rolls his hips so that his cock hits the back of your throat, tears again slipping down your cheeks and mixing with the drool now coating your chin. "But," he says, his hips stuttering, "I definitely won't last that long."

Namjoon's balls twitch and there's a violent spurting of cum directly down your throat, coating the inside of your mouth. "Don't swallow yet, little one," he says, head tilted back in euphoria.

You stay still, on your knees, and with your tongue out, as he finishes and pulls away. There is drool now dribbling messily over your lips and chin, mixing with his cum as it spills out of your mouth. Unbeknownst to you, he pulls his phone from the pocket of his jeans and starts a video, "That was so good, baby. Go ahead and swallow." He ends it once you've swallowed, tongue darting out to try and reach the cum that spilled over your face. Then he leans over and kisses you sweetly, "You've definitely earned a reward, sweet thing."

"Yeah?" you smile, genuinely, your knees week from arousal.

"Definitely," he whispers, pecking your cheek, "Lay back."

Clumsily, you maneuver yourself onto your back on the bed, using every ounce of willpower not to touch yourself. Namjoon had tasted so good and the things he was saying…

You need to cum.

"What do you want, baby? Tongue or fingers?"

You raise your eyebrows, already fucked stupid and he's only barely touched you. You throw your head into the pillows and try to find reason in the fog. Fingers...perfect fingers. His hands are beautiful. But tongue.

You clench your eyes tight, "Both. Both."

Despite your eyes being closed, you find his head is already at the apex of your thighs. He sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and says, "Greedy girl."

His fingers move precisely over your cunt, spreading your folds until you can feel the air against your most sensitive place. His tongue darts out and flicks your clit playfully so that you writhe beneath him. He chuckles, hot breath fanning against your sensitive pussy, "That picture didn't do it justice."

He slips two fingers in you right away, slowly easing them in past the knuckle. You almost cum then and there, stars lingering at the edges of your vision.

Namjoon closes his lips over your clit and hums happily at your reaction, thrusting his fingers weakly before scissoring them apart inside you.

You're fully crying again, tears slipping past the Koya face mask and down your cheeks. You try to keep from screaming, but moan upon moan slips past your lips. It takes all of Namjoon's strength to keep your hips still, smirking against your pussy as he easily pushes a third finger inside. His tongue dances up and down your folds, paying particular attention to your clit as his tongue strokes over it.

He's impressed because you make it nearly ten minutes, and four whole fingers, before finally cumming. Your chest heaves from the strain, mind floating in such euphoria that you're barely present until Namjoon eases his fingers out of you and the stretch makes you whine.

He doesn't bother to clean his hand as he leans against you and climbs up your body, slipping the face mask past your eyes onto your forehead. When he kisses you, your taste is still on his lips, but you don't care. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him in earnest, tongue snaking into his mouth to become acquainted with his. He wraps his arms around you and rolls across the body with you until you're both laying on your sides.

When he pulls away his eyes are starry and dreamy and his expression lazy and joyous, "Happy?" he whispers against your skin.

"Happy," you confirm, nuzzling into his neck and quickly falling asleep.