𝐄𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐤 𝖪.𝑇𝝜

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Namjoon placed his wet lips against Y/N's neck, slipping kisses down the curve of her neck, with her evidently moaning. Jin chuckled watching Namjoon press himself against her ass, too needy wasn't he afterall?

Jin pulled the string that kept Sora's fabric close to her naked body. He pulled it halfway, enjoying the way she groaned and shook her head. 

"Don't be a bitch, and enjoy it. Taehyung-ah didn't you tell her my ways?" Jin asked to which Taehyung came forward with a shocked expression on his face. So fake.

"Did I have to? I fucked her hardcore, she didn't protest hyung and Jimin too didn't remind me enough!" 

He whined out. Y/N was shocked, did he just say it too casually? He had slept with her and Jimin too had joined. She didn't see that coming. Is this how things went in here?

"Come on baby! Make it easier for us huh?" Jin had trailed his fingers down her exposed cleavage. Sora's breathing grew uneven, her fingers gripped the edge of the arm rest hard. 

"Inject it, Taehyung." Jin enveloped his lips around her hardened nipple. Y/N watched it with very intense stare. It angered her, she was about to move ahead, instead she was held back by Namjoon's hold over her waist.

"Jin don't spend it all over that unworthy bitch. Our Y/N surely doesn't like being unattended."

Jin stops his work midway, grinning with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Taehyung moves back after injecting Sora, watching the uneasiness seep into her facials. He walks back until he is standing beside Jin, Y/N and Namjoon. 

Pushing their hands in their pockets, they stood with a sly smirk on their faces, returning to face each other.

Seokjin bent Y/N over the small round table in front of which Taehyung sat on a chair, his legs crossed with his hands grasped together firmly against the top of his knees. He looked at Y/N, his face void of any emotion, ruminating for instances. 

She tilted her face to have a clearer view at his face, she thought lest he would smile. Seokjin had already picked up her leg and placed it on the edge of the table.

His fingers rubbed her sensitive flesh nearer to her inner thighs. Her lips twitched whenever he intentionally pushed her buttons, switching his impulsive touches nearer to her wet hole or to her reddened clit. She was still covered, nothing exposed to the hungry eyes.

Seokjin hummed in ecstasy, each time after Y/N released small whimpers and moans in response to his touch. He went down on his knees crouching down till he could easily access her. She shut her eyes, feeling his finger pads draw figures over her wet clothed flesh. 

"I don't think you deserve this after being so impatient."

Taehyung sat rigid, his body itching to the stillness. He watched Namjoon undoing his pants hurriedly, it was somehow exciting like usual. Namjoon was naked, his cock stood half erect against his body. 

Y/N parts her lips, letting him slip his cock past them into what he understood her mouth to be the room of pleasure. Her hands set flat against the table, her mouth being slowly ruined by him. Seokjin had stood up and put forward his first question for the evening.

"Who are you?" 

Sora, well that's what her name was according to the records, didn't bother answering him. He was easily annoyed, no one dared to disrespect him and this woman just wants to try him so bad. 

"Yoongi whip her thighs till I find it bright red." He seethed through his teeth, Yoongi picked up the whip and got to his work. Sora shook her head, wanting none of it. Her screams were shut down, once Yoongi was done.

Y/N felt him reaching his high. His sexy groans, the way he looked through his half-closed eyes. It somehow aroused her. She pursued her lips around him more firmly. 

Taehyung, Taehyung, his name swam through her memories. Her hands ran all the base, he felt hot in her hands. He was Namjoon, not Taehyung. Only if she had been in her senses to realise it. Y/N felt the man pull out of her mouth and stroke himself.

She opened her eyes watched Taehyung whispering something in Jin's ear. He rolled his eyes and it happened to lock with hers. She held him tight, he fisted his hands and stood before her.

"Stop looking at me like that, I won't stop them nor me, Y/N." 

He murmured running his lips over her cheek, her neck, he missed her scent, she was the reason he ever wanted to be here. She shook her head too slow for his choice. He chuckles, knowing very well she was trying to seduce him.

"What would you like?" Taehyung kissed the tip of her nose, his lips playing around on her face as he pulled away, a sly smile still intact.

"A pickup line so that I might end up kissing you!"

He chuckles at the boldness she pretended to be hers. He leans in, finding her to fall on her back to meet his eyes. "If you're feeling down sweetheart I could make you feel up."

Their lips brushes with each other's and a thing hardens to be taken care of.

"We are not the saccharine baby."

"I know. Taehyung please." 

Y/N kissed the corner of his lips. He backed away a bit looking down at her in amusement screening his face. He took off his coat and dropped it down on the floor. Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He followed her hands with ease and held them tighter, moulding her fingers with his. He smiled ever so softly, she mistook him for an angel sometimes and now was the case.

"Love Jin today for me."

What? She stared at him, watched him retreat to the chair again.