‘Oh, Jungkookie…you understand to not confer with your hyung like that…. Especially whenever you promised to ask him to your following ‘get together’. ’ Hobi responds in a mocking drool, moving the door quietly shut as he does so behind him as he begins to make his way over to the two of you, lifting his shirt over his head.
‘Its my change- hyung. ’ Jungkook growls, their supply going near you possessively as he brings you behind him, eyes thinking about Hoseok.
‘And from you. ’ the older boy says, his tone of voice growing darker and darker as he comes to stand in front of you, eyes pinned to you as he rips the cushion out of your grasp yet… I am your hyung, so if I want something you have…I can take it.
This is a various part to Hoseok than just about any you’d see before. He was kind, gentle, and funny, among other things when he was performing, chatting, or actually wearing all his clothes. However now, with him endured if your wanting to, appearing like a crazy animal planning to stalk his prey down sex chatrooms, you couldn’t help but imagine exactly exactly what those dancers sides would feel just like snapping into yours.
You gasp as his hand reaches off to grasp your breast, eyes going mockingly to Jungkook who had been simply sat here, look burning holes into Hoseok since the older boy’s supply covered around your ribcage in which he settled on the settee behind you, pulling you straight back against him as he got comfortable.
‘However, I’m feeling nice. ’ he claims, a smirk evident in their voice as it rumbles out of their chest that is pressed to your back, causing you to squirm, and you also steady the hands on their legs which are resting either part of you.
‘so just why dont you’ve got the bottom half and i’ll have actually the most truly effective. ’ he murmurs, before you’re feeling him lick a hot moist stripe up your throat, blowing throughout the moist epidermis after and also you shiver harshly against him, fingernails searching into their jeans and also you start your legs with out a idea, yelling out whenever you feel Jungkook’s hands immediately delve in the middle of your folds- attempting to turn your attention back once again to him, and you throw the head straight back against J-hope’s neck, tensing all over madly thrusting digits betwixt your feet whenever a hand wraps around your neck, perhaps not tight adequate to cut down air, but tight enough to keep you set up, to allow you understand who was simply in control.
‘Fuck her Jungkook…show her boss that is who’s. Hoseok jibes from before you feel him fill you up in one sharp thrust behind you, his hand that isnt clamped around your neck, moving to pinch at your nipple, making you Keen and pant as you squirm against him, being stopped by Jungkook’s death grip on your hips, causing you to look down and you see the anger and frustration at his hyung on his face as he stares at you.
You cry down, turning the head into Hoseok’s chest to try to muffle your sounds, but their hand in your throat forces you to definitely lookup at Jungkook, seeing him smolder down at you as their hips snap into yours, devouring the ache from their size extending both you and causing you to groan their title over repeatedly, the term dropping from your own lips such as for instance a mantra.
‘Fuck, you appear so excellent such as this Y/N…’ Hobi murmurs in time with the Maknae, causing the coil in your stomach to begin to tighten, your nails that are embedded in Hoseok’s thighs raking down his jeans to gain more purchase, the growl that leaves the older boy’s throat making your walls clench around Jungkook behind you, his lips descending on your neck and replacing his hand as he nips and sucks at your skin- stimulating you, his now free hand slipping down your body to your clit, pinching and rubbing deliciously as he works you.