Three friends are in relationships with BTS members. Can they all achieve their fairytale endings?
In the bustling city of Seoul Korea, three friends try to find their happiness. The former idols, BTS, want love and to fill the voids of loneliness...
Amy hopped up and stepped out of Tara's hospital room when her phone sounded loudly. She was ignominious that she had forgotten to turn down her phone when she texted Alex in America. She knew Alex couldn't really do anything but Tara was Alex's friend and deserved to be kept in the loop of the events unraveling here. She figured Alex might still be asleep, especially since Namjoon should have gotten to her place by now, but she didn't want Alex to find out from someone else and think she was a bad friend. Alex probably wouldn't have thought that in a million years, but Amy was always second guessing herself.
In the hall, Amy walked towards the lobby as she read Alex's message. The double doors were at the end of a long hall, like most hospitals. Out of respect, she wanted to be in the lobby if she and Alex were going to have a conversation. Koreans were mental about loud phones in public spaces. She thought she caught a side eye from the night nurse as she came out of Tara's room. She was almost to the doors, when an arm shot out of a side room and snatched her, pulling her inside.
Amy would have screamed if not for the rock hard hand clamped over her mouth. Her sudden jolt of fear quickly turned to irritation when her vision adjusted to the darkness of the room, and saw Jungkook's dark eyes glittering mischievously. "What are you doing?" She whisper yelled.
Jungkook slide both hands down to the closure of her denim pants. He grinned broadly and kicked the door closed with his foot. "Fucking my wife." He stated in a manner that gave no quarter as he pulled her pants and panties down swiftly, kneeling as he did so. Amy realized that he was nude except for a white tee shirt. He bent each leg in turn so he could remove her shoes and pant legs. He then took hold of her left calf and tossed the leg over his shoulder as he plunged his tongue into her velvet cleft.
Amy moaned aloud, then raised her hand to her mouth, first covering it then biting her finger to suppress the sounds that wanted so much to be born. Her hips, she could not control as they rocked forward, meeting the firm strokes of his agile tongue. Her single socked foot was slipping, causing her to lower just slightly which increased the pressure. Amy put her phone on the counter behind her before running her fingers through his hair and slowed his pace slightly. She was so close, right at the edge when JK pulled back.
"Don't cum." He ordered sternly before plunging back in.
Amy almost burst into tears. "I-I don't think I ca-can stop it." She breathed.
Jungkook flicked his tongue quickly over her pulsing focus. Amy whimpered with the effort of stopping herself, so he sucked hard on her erect nub, sending a jolt of current through her taught body before standing and hooking both legs in his strong arms. He pinned her to the wall and drove inside her contracting core. She broke instantly, soaking his legs. He growled low in his chest and continued to ravage her honey soaked canal. He braced himself, both palms to the wall, both her legs over his arms, and changed angles so his shaft was in perfect contact with her G-spot.
Amy trembled uncontrollably as another climax hit. She locked her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers in his soft black hair. As another flood sprang from her, the sound of his body slamming hers reached a crescendo. Amy buried her face as far into his chest as she could as her body clenched down on his member for a third time. As his ejaculate painted her walls, she felt his cock spasm against her focal point, which was now overstimulated, causing her to contract all along his length.
When he was spent of his last drop, he slowly and deliberately pulled free from her heat.
"You're a little fucker." Amy giggled, trying to catch her breath. "Bad bunny."
He instantly smiled, turning from ambush fuck boy, into sweet JK in the blink of an eye. Jungkook let her down from the wall and clasped her face with both hands, kissing her. "I need to surprise you more." He quipped, looking down at the puddle on the floor. "I think you liked it."
JK grabbed some paper towels from the vacant rooms lavatory, and they cleaned up the mess together. He then quickly dressed. "Where were you going anyway? I thought I was going to have to wait a lot longer."
"Oh! Alex texted me back already and I was answering her, but I didn't want to stay in the room with Tara if we were going to have a lengthy conversation. I was going to go sit in the lobby. That's where I assumed you were mister!"
He popped her playfully on the backside. "We can go out there now if you want."
Amy retrieved her phone, slipping it into her back pocket and waited for him to finish dressing. When he was starting out the door, she grabbed the front of his shirt, balling it in her fist, and pulled his gorgeous face to hers. "Next time, its my turn." Her voice was slightly husky but playful.
"And what do you mean by that, little girl?" He asked, one eyebrow inflected up with curiosity.
With her free hand she cupped his manhood gently and bit her lower lip. "I mean my turn Mr. Jeon.
He drew in a sharp breath, pushing her against the wall with his body and smacking his flat palm onto the wall by her ear. She flinched but didn't let him go, her eyes meeting his in challenge. He lowered his head to her ear and growled, sending shivered straight through her entire being.
"I'll look forward to it princess." He groaned. He pulled back rapidly and opened the door, striding out like there wasn't a single thing amiss. Back in the dark room, Amy was sure her face was glowing red. She took a few calming breaths and finished her text to Alex. She hit send and followed Jungkook to the lobby.
He was sitting, man spread on one of the farthest couches. He didn't look just fucked. He looked hungry and when his eyes flicked up at her approach, she read in them, the promise of round two.
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Yoongi, however, was sitting on the couch adjacent, and in deep conversation with Hoseok. Amy couldn't hear their conversation, but it was rapid and heated. Hoseok put his hand on Yoongi's shoulder, and Yoongi leaned into him. Amy could tell by his shoulders that he was not holding back his tears. She felt horrid for him.
Amy was about to walk over and sit by JK when a nurse rushed into the lobby and motioned for them all to come. The quartet moved as one back towards Tara's room.
