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I hope I did well~ *giggles*
Genre: Smutty goodness.
Words: 4,660
Pairing: Taehyung + Jin x Reader
Warnings: blindfold, gag, bdsm, orgasm denial, oral, threesome, etc.
I can't believe I wrote this in a day flat...
Typically Jin doesn't arrive home to the sound of your moaning. But today he does.
Your breathy gasps echo down the quiet hall, the apartment otherwise calm and silent, and Jin can't help but frown as he kicks off his shoes and deposits his wallet on the small table nearby—right beside Taehyung's wallet and your purse.
He'd known that you two had been planning a little date this afternoon, while he was busy recording his parts at the studio, but he hadn't expected...this. You both know that he doesn't like being left out.
Slowly unbuckling his belt, his cock feeling quite hard already, Jin steps farther into the apartment, heading towards the kitchen. He can only imagine what Taehyung is doing to you right now. Maybe he had broken the rope out...tied you to the bed and stuck his face between your thighs. Taehyung has always had a thing for oral, after all—giving it, especially. Jin can imagine the males tongue lapping over you clit, your thighs trembling and chest heaving with need. You always get so shaky and desperate when they pay special attention to your clit...
Or...perhaps you had started this little fling. Perhaps you had gotten on your knees and taken Taehyung's length into your mouth, the boy gagging on his own tongue as yours had swirled around his tip. You always aim to please them in the best ways, being so patient and attentive, letting them use your body as they see fit...
Shit.
Scowling, Jin palms the hardness contained in his pants, your increasingly loud moans not helping his predicament. And now Taehyung's needy grunts have joined the fray as well. Just fantastic.
Stepping in front of the stove, clicking the burner to high, Jin stares at the blue flames with narrowed eyes.
He can't take this...how dare they just leave him out like this?
Stilling, his jaw clenched, Jin listens as you cry out, your orgasm finally reaching you. Taehyung, you scream. But not Jin. Jin isn't the one on your mind. Just Taehyung. Only Taehyung.
That's unacceptable.
Occupying himself with dinner preparation, Jin patiently waits for your arrival, hearing both you and Taehyung pad up the hall, your tones easygoing and happy. However, the footsteps slow when they reach the kitchen, and Jin turns to find you standing there, only wearing Taehyung's t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. Both of you look shocked to see him, the playfulness draining from your faces—because you know Jin. And you know by the hard look on his face that you're both in trouble.
"Dinner's almost ready," he says simply, voice revealing nothing. "Take a seat."
Not wanting to disobey, you and Taehyung share a worried luck as you move forward, sitting in your normal seats at the small square table, leaving the head seat open for Jin. Neither of you dare to speak, simply watching Jin's broad back as he plates your meal, walking both your and Taehyung's plates over first.
Setting the dishes in front of you, with a tight smile he says, "You're both going to be punished. When you're finished eating go to the bedroom, understood?"
"Yes," you whisper, and Taehyung nods, visibly gulping. Satisfied, Jin turns to retrieve his own plate, but pauses, turning back to you. His eyes roam over the area of skin near your neck, where Taehyung's shirt has slipped away, revealing all of the fresh hickies resting there. You see Jin's eyes darken, and quickly move to pull the shirt back in place. However, it's too late. Curling his finger under your chin, Jin forces you to look up at him, his face nearing yours and his eyes sharp. But...he doesn't say anything, simply stares at you until you can't breathe, and then releases you.
