"T-tae hyungie..." I mumbled, my voice trembled with pleasure, let me ask you this. HOW IN THE NAME OF THE GREAT LORDS DADDY DID I END UP IN THIS POSITION.
I was peacefully trying to mock Taehyung and tease him and degrade him like I always do, but THAT BITCH HAD THE NERVE TO TALK BACK TO ME.
And now my thighs are trembling and I'm moaning his name like a fucking omega, I dont know how the fuck his hands are doing this to me, but I if this is what his fingers do, I can't even imagine how good the rest of him is.
"P-please, please." I begged, he's been edging and depriving me of my orgasm for god knows how long, I deserve it from everything I've done to him so far and I guess payback for that one night with the.... Uh- nips.
"Say pretty please." He mocked, holding his thumb over my tip and pressing down while using the other fingers to rub the sides, "Hey hey," he said, stopping and snapping his fingers in front of my face, "Look at me." I FUCKING KNOW BUT ITS HARD.
I tried my best to keep eye contact but gradually failed, gasping at his every touch. My back arched forward and my stomach basically did a flip as he FINALLY let me cum. HOW HARD WAS THAT HUH.
"Motherfu- ah!" Once again I'm not proud of the noises that escaped my mouth but it's not my fault, "Damn, and I'm the weak one?" STAWP.
"I-im not- hmm-mm." I tried to speak and protest, but was interrupted by myself, I bit my bottom lip to at least try and stop myself from whimpering like some slut but it wasn't much use. All I did was make myself bleed.
My eyes were shut closed, tightly trying not to look him in the eyes again, but they shot open with a gasp when I felt his FUCKING TONGUE DRAGGING ACROSS MY DICK.
"P-please, please, please!" I kept on begging and begging for something, anything but no. None of my prays were answered, I looked down at his annoying face, his eyes glistening as he stared up at me while slurping up my ejaculations. If this is the embarrassment I put poor Jimin hyung threw I'm apologizing to him immediately the next time I see him and never doing it again. This is humiliating. Mortifying. I feel ashamed and degraded to the point I don't even want to be in my own fucking body.
It's like he knows exactly what to do to my body, and it's amazing.
"What a little whore." He continued mocking me, my breathe hitched and I struggled not to sob from desperation to be pleasured. But of course he kept temping me, "You're worse then Jimin."
I thrusted my hips up at his words, trying to feel any kind of friction but he quickly pushed them back down, and without even consulting me about it put the swollen and needy thing inside his mouth.
"O-oh! D-domt p-put it in y-your m-mouth..." I begged, my legs trembling and my hands hinting at doing the same thing. I could feel my ears and cheeks being heated and it felt like my dick was going to implode if it didn't get what it wanted soon.
I was so overwhelmed by it all that I couldn't even register what I was saying, something in the lines of; "Please I'm begging you! Please just- just please!"
"Say it. Look at me you whore." He demanded, my eyes shot open, I stared at him, my dick was in his mouth and he was dragging his tongue around the edges and sides, looking straight up at me.
"Please let me cum.... Please Tae hyungie I'll do anything..." I don't even know how I managed my voice out, it was small and degraded and nearly in sobs, "No, you already came, you're not allowed to do it again." Tae hyungie's voice seems strong, and dominant, and I've never ever in my life felt this submission before. It's so new to me, I hate it with a passion, and yet I can't stop trembling and moaning his name.
I let out another whimper that sounded more like a sob, as you can imagine my face was covered in tears, I'm not sure why I decided to cry at this very moment. But I couldn't stop, I couldn't stop myself from sobbing either.
(Jimins POV)
"Yoongi-sii, could you come help me please?" I ask, unable to lift a table on my own, "Coming." He responded, quickly coming to my rescue and helping me open the door into a police station, it was barricaded closed by random things that probably fell off of buildings nearby.
"Move." Yoongi demanded, I did as he asked and got out of the way for him to lift the rest up on his own, then I saw Namjoonie coming towards us, "I made an entrance on the other side, let's go." He said, but Yoongi kept removing more things from in front of the entrance that we were in front of right now. Then once it was open he happily came with us to the other one? This man is strange. There's something off about him, ive noticed it the whole time, he seems too smart. And always at the right place on the right time, it makes me uncomfortable, but I don't know why.
We went inside and started looking around, it seemed quiet, deserted like the rest of the city.
"Hello?! Is anyone there?!" I froze, Namjoonie and Yoongi was about to head towards the voice but I grabbed their arms, "Hello! Please help me! I'm hurt!" It kept calling out for us, "Jimin, what's wrong with you, she seems hurt." Namjoonie basically scolded me, but Yoongi shut him up, "Leave him, something's not right."
"Help me please!!" It screamed, it sounded distressed, "Let's leave.." I whisper, "no! She needs our help." Namjoonie said, ripping his hand away to go towards whatever that was, but it wasn't human. It couldn't be.
"Jiminie! Come help your mommy." I immediately grabbed Namjoonie's arm again and this time he didn't fight, he seemed confused but trust me since it said my name.
"We need to leave.." I whisper again, "We need to see if she's okey..." Namjoonie whispered, now starting to understand that something was terribly wrong, "That's not my mother." I tell him, his eyes widened, he nodded, and agreed that we need to leave now.
We tried to quietly go back the way we came but the voice suddenly changed places, it was infront of us at first, and quite far away but now it was just in the other room behind us. Near the entrance we came from.
"Jiminie, what are you doing?! Help your mother!" It was angrier now, much angrier.
Then I heard it.
I knew it wasn't right.
I knew it wasn't her.