The Virgin[K.NJ] ✔️

• Ｆｉｆｔｙ - Ｓｅｖｅｎ •

Seokjin was feeling suffocated in his pants. Watching you moan out loud without shame really got him going. Each time he pulled ropes on certain areas you'd shamelessly arch right into it. But he'd always tug the one in between your legs and he'd really tug on it, roughly.

He lost himself, going in rough just as he likes to do it. Eyes darker then the night sky, filled with dark desires... Fantasies.

He grabs the rope that runs in between your legs and the other that can tighten around your breasts. With his other hand he grabs the side of your thigh pulling you to the edge of the bed standing in between your legs.

" Tell me to stop." With the two ropes in his hand he began to slowly pull. One tugged against you, while the other squeeze around your entire body. Throwing your head back, moaning in complete utter pleasure, trying to add more fiction to the rope that's pulling against your folds. " You're taking this very well baby." Seokjin purrs, leaning down kissing at your neck , swiping his tongue over your sweet vanilla scented skin and nips at the skin before leaving a mark.

Jin began to twist the rope around his hand tugging on them with more force.

" Oh, my god!" You shriek out loud, wanting to snap your legs shut but couldn't as Jin stood in between. You felt that familiar knot. " J-Jinnie," You whined.

" Daddy," Seokjin corrects, tugging on the ropes harsher the color of your skin turning a bright red. He's waiting for you to stay stop. And he thinks that's what your going to say.

" Daddy," You cried. " Stop... It hurts." And he immediately lets go of the ropes, feeling less pressure. You breathed heavily,still aroused but your skin was hurting, burning. Just sitting there patiently, staring at Seokjins side profile. As he was untying the ropes, you leaned in kissing his cheek smiling, admiring him.

The ropes are completely off, marks of where the rope was placed left red markings on your skin. With care, he'd tenderly kiss the areas, especially the harsher areas that really left dark red markings. You hummed at the soft feeling, the care. Every time your with any of them they'd care for you after having any sexual intercourses with you. It felt nice to be babied and cared for.

" Would you want me to kiss you here," Seokjin teases, his fingers placed on your clit, delicately playing with your folds. " Or would you want me to fuck you?" Slipping one finger inside you, very slowly, sucking in his bottom lip watching as you shutter on your breathing.

" Both," You breathed out.

" Anything your little heart desires." And he's on his knees first, hooking your legs over his shoulders. Kissing on the inside of your thighs, going down to your wet pussy. His hands were placed right above your chest. Reaching to your folds, he flicks his dark lustful gaze to see you watching.

Watching as his luscious plump lips kiss against your core, kissing your folds delicately then, running his tongue in between them tasting your salty sweet juices. Your moans were quite quiet only audible for him to hear but he wanted to hear you scream. Moan out loud for him so the others could hear.

Just to hear how good of a man he is in bed. How he arouses his women.

With the tip of his tongue he would flick it over your clit to tease just to hear the little gasps you'd do every time he did it. Seokjin chuckles amusingly, burying himself into your sweet spot, his tongue running in between your folds, taking his time to care for your puffed up clit. Caring as in sucking the shit out of your clit.

High pitch whimpering moans fill the room, your vocals higher then the music playing. The way he moves his tongue in between your folds, continuously messing with your clit. But he was tongue fucking you. Making your toes curl, arching.

That familiar knot was back and it felt like you really needed to release right at this moment but he stops.

Slowly opening your eyes you look down he's gone and you lazily looked off to your left seeing him at his door. The door was slightly cracked open, Seokjins figure the only thing visible. He was certainly talking to someone but it wasn't very audible to hear. It sounds like mumbles. It was a very hush hush conversation.

" Sorry to disturb but Namjoon's downstairs. Taehyung and him are at it. Jungkook's trying to stop it but it's just getting worse. Can you hurry downstairs and knock this fucker with some common fucking sense." Jimin annoyingly huffed, getting really ticked off by Namjoon's unnecessary violent behavior. It's ridiculous.

" Yeah, I'll be there." Jimin nods, heading back downstairs and Jin steps inside a blank expression on his face. He seemed fine. " Put your clothes bac-" He stops himself and looking at your condition you needed to be treated with care. You look like you could use a nap. You didn't reach your orgasm but you certainly felt worn out. "fuck."

He quickly pulls the covers from his bed, scooping you into his arms and laying you in bed placing the blanket over you. " I'll be back. Rest and I'll make it up to you." Seokjin kisses your forehead and quickly rushes out of his room. He can hear the shouting very violently and he's rushing out to the front.

Swinging the door open Namjoon and Taehyung are wrestling on the ground. " Shit!" Taehyung was throwing some pretty nasty punches and Jungkook gets up from the ground and pulls Taehyung off. Seokjin makes it in between receiving the punch Namjoon tried to throw at Taehyung, as he stood up from the ground.

Everyone is dead silent.

" H-Hyung, I'm sorry. I-I" Seokjin without thinking swings back on Namjoon sending him straight to the ground. They have never physically fought each other. Ever.

" Everyone inside but Namjoon." Seokjin viciously grits through his teeth. Taehyung huffing in anger and storms off into the house Jungkook following behind. Jimin stays for just a moment waiting for Seokjin to say its fine. " I got this Jimin. Go inside." Jimin nods, glancing down at Namjoon shaking his head and walks off towards the house heading inside.

" What the hell is your problem, Namjoon? Why the fuck are you acting this way?" Namjoon clenched his jaw, wiping the blood off his lips and glares up at Seokjin with anger but his gaze softens dropping back to the ground. Ashamed. " Get up." Seokjin instructs, walking off so Namjoon could follow.

Namjoon gets up glancing up at the house and follows behind Seokjin.

" Where are we going?" Namjoon asks.

" Shut up and walk."

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