BTS Nipple Fest is a really different time.
A time when you're supposed to show your balls and get your nipples sucked.
Welcome to this crazy fest!
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It's the annual frat party that everyone does not want to miss for anything in the world.....everyone except you.
You hated tattoos, alcohol, drugs, sweat and everything that happened at such parties. Your idea of fun was sitting in your room, knees under your chin, blanket over your legs and a book in your hand. That seemed like a more profitable use of your time, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Your phone rang and you quirked a brow at the caller ID.
"Hey Nick", you said as soon as you picked up.
"Hey Boo", he said in a very cheerful voice. Too cheerful.
"What's up. Are you high? Feeling like you can fly?", you asked.
"Oh c'mon.... you know I don't do drugs. Besides a little alcohol don't hurt no one"
You scratched your brow at that and nodded briefly.
"Sure, and there are no birds in Alaska. So, are you bored? you know...party isn't popping like it's supposed to?", you asked again. You had to ask, considering Nick was never the kind to ditch a party just to say hello to a book nerd like you. Even though, you're friends.
"Not really, there are a lot of cute girls here but oddly.... I miss you", he replied in a slurred voice.
You chuckled slightly at his tone.
"Yeah, I miss you too Nick, but you do remember that I asked you to join me for a literature session."
"Yeah....I do but that shit is boring, and you know it.... If you want to argue about this...ask Rick"
"Okay? I'm not asking your twin about my fun time. You know I haven't spoken to him after he asked me out."
He tsked and you smiled.
"Yeah, you also turned him down". You rolled your eyes at his assumption.
"Yeah, bye hoe, got to get back to this Harlequin book."
"Yeah, drown yourself in those little cliché romance books. I see how much your love life has improved since you started reading th-"
And you cut the call.
It looked like he had a lot to say, and your ears were literally sagging from listening to him. You went back to your book, but you could barely concentrate. Your mind wondered to the fact that your social life was shit. You barely had any friends to begin with because you seldom opened up to people.
Feeling slightly annoyed that you did care about your non-existent social life, you opened the Instagram app and went to the live videos. You carefully scrolled through, one video at a time. At least Instagram has good aesthetics, you thought. Three seconds later, you yawned and got up. There was no goal, just a blind determination to get dressed and go to the very frat party you had sworn never to attend. Nick really did a number on you with his last statement. Throwing on the craziest outfit you had in your closet, you drove the 10minute distance to the frat house. As soon as you entered, your nostrils reeled back from the thick smoke of cigarettes and vapes. It was almost dizzying. Pushing your way through the crowd, you headed towards the most secluded spot within view. You squeezed your way through, determined to have fun tonight. But halfway to that destination, you felt a tag on one of the strings of your top. it happened so suddenly; you didn't have time to salvage the situation. The tiny strap gave up, exposing one of your breasts. In between feeling revealed and wanting to flaunt that perky breast like a thousand-dollar Hermes purse, you saw the multitude of intense eyes gazing down your chest.
In the middle of that internal struggle and the shoving of bodies from all sides, the lights suddenly went out. There were screeching sounds in the air, the sound of horny laughter and the sound of sucking. There was a tag on your dress and suddenly you felt naked. In that second you regretted not putting on a bra but, in all honesty, that was the biggest rule for everyone attending the nipple fest. The passcode to getting in the house was wearing anything that perked your nipples or at least showed them. Even better if you should up without a top altogether.
There was a warm sensation, the feel of a hand travelling up your exposed torso and you nearly moaned. The movement was so slow it turned your sensitive skin on fire, made your insides feel warm and your vagina wet. A little pinch on the underside of your breasts made you curl your toes. Suddenly, you felt bold in the dark, away from the ugly eyes of society's judgement. In this moment, you could fuck whomever, whatever you wanted.
This hand led you somehow through the dark and managed to safely get you in a corner. Your back touched the cold wall and you suddenly shivered. There was a huff and then you felt hot air on your right nipple. The anticipation of what was to come made you wetter as you waited for his mouth to cover the hard bead.
But he didn't, suddenly you felt his hot breath in between your thighs. You gulped, slowly rolling your head from side to side against the wall in frustration. A rough hand gripped your thigh and roughly pulled your legs apart. And then you felt his mouth on both breasts simultaneously. Either he had two mouths or two long tongues. It didn't matter though, because you were already throwing caution to the wind.
There was a slow hand movement and you felt your panty being shifted. He hoisted you against the wall supporting your back with his knees and then he whispered,
" I'm going to stick it in with no class whatsoever, if you can't take it, bite my neck"
What the hell?
"What are-argh!", there was a small shriek and you felt it's hardness as it slammed into you.
You moaned as he grabbed your hips and pulled you from the wall. His fingers travelled towards your other hole and it's coldness made your womanhood wetter. There was a moment and you felt another hard member in your hole. How was he doing that?, igniting all your holes and essentially fucking up your mind.
"Hmm, I feel so full", you whispered. He was assaulting both your holes and his mouth was still hot on your nipples, tugging and nipping till they almost felt sore.
"Please, don't stop"
His fingers were pumping your clit as you said that and your head dropped back in pleasure. No one had ever made you feel like this. Your eyes closed and your pupils dilated. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades and you felt him suck on the skin between your neck and shoulder.
The pressure built and you felt your sex palpitate almost like you were ready to come. You held it in knowing that you wouldn't come without shaking visibly and ultimately peeing. Your ex-boyfriend always saw that as a source of disgust. You therefore clutched your legs and hips tight around his waist increasing the tension and reducing the speed of his thrust.
He groaned
"Fuxk, I'll come if you keep doing that!"
Adamant, you continued to hold it in your bladder, the last thing you wanted was to ruin the moment by peeing on him. Picking you up from the wall, you vaguely wondered how he was supporting your weight.
Somehow, he immediately forced your legs open, spreading them for his convenience and you tried to slow his actions as he increased his thrusts once again.
The sensation once again assaulted your senses making it impossible to breathe and hold the pee in.
His second thrust did it . You let go and muffled a scream as you came, pee and all. You eyelids half closed and your pupils dilated, your head hanging backwards on your shoulders as you stared into the dark.
Suddenly the light came on and you saw the face of the man behind you. You gulped, trying to recollect your thoughts in that dazed moment.
Please, don't be real. Don't be fucking real!. You pleaded inwardly.
You closed your eyes briefly, hoping his face would disappear when you opened it. But it didn't.
It was him. None other than your ex's best friend, Park Jimin. You scrambled out of the hands holding you up, dizzy and sore. A pair of hands helped up and you saw the familiar emerald ring he always wore.
No. No. No!
Don't be Taehyung, Don't be Taehyung. But even as you repeated that as a mantra in your head, your eyes slowly travelled his chest to his face and you felt a huge wave of disappointment.
You gulped and looked to each side of him to see Jeon Jungkook and Kim Namjoon. Jungkook was playing with his lip piercing and staring right at your exposed nipples. Namjoon was literally eating you up with his gaze as he stared up and down your body. Taehyung smirked and you looked down at his glazed cock glistening with your fluid. He looked so proud as he stood naked with Jimin, Both Jungkook and Namjoon were still wearing their shorts. A simple guess made it clear that they had been in charge of nipple duty while Tae and Jimin had done all the hole work. It wasn't hard to figure out that Tae had been the CIA agent with frontal breakthrough intelligence, doing all the forward work while Jimin had been the back duty sergeant.
Essentially, they had fucked you real good, so good you couldn't even find the will to be disgusted. Especially after stupidly thinking it was a random dude when it was an entire gang.
Entranced with your thoughts, you had barely registered that the entire party had gone quiet and everyone was now staring at you. Slowly, turning around, your eyes met each and every one of their judgment-filled eyes, some filled with concern, jealousy and rage.
You couldn't take it anymore so you held onto whatever was left of your disheveled clothes and you ran out of the frat house in the dead of night.
The End.