SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

- in which a harmless game between your members leads to you craving more and more of them until you can no longer control yourself; requested by @Wind_Guardian

TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY SMUT, KINKS, DIRTY TALKING, ORAL SEX, BXB, DRUNK SEX, MULTIPLE PARTNERS

author's note: just know that i am so excited for this because, FINALLY, someone has requested for this to be turned into a full imagine. if you have no clue what i'm talking about, let me enlighten you. the last imagine of one of the books was one where jungkook stumbled across a fanfiction which was titled 'seven minutes of heaven' which led to the very lovely @Wind_Guardian to request it! so hopefully, you all enjoy this bc the idea of the whole thing came from a friend (a very horny friend who constantly begs me to write her smut ideas so hooray, you got one) who seemed pretty into the end product so there may be some parts that are cringe/ridiculous...hehe oops!

After your fourth can of cheap beer, you're ready to have some fun and it seems your seven bandmates agree, their eyes gleaming with a drunken need for adventure as they stare down one another cautiously as if waiting for someone to make the first move.

"A game," Jungkook grins, his cheeks a dull red as he takes a sip from his sixth—you're left to guess after losing count once he downed his third—and hums in satisfaction. "We should play one."

"Good idea, Kook," Jimin slurs sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the younger's vague suggestion, giggling into his hand when Jungkook weakly swipes at him. You laugh along, leaning against the couch lazily, accepting the fresh can thrusted in your direction.

"Let me finish," the little one whines, clearing his throat dramatically. "We play dare or dare but if you back out of a dare, you have to take off one piece of clothing. The person with the most amount of clothes taken off has to go sit in the closet for seven minutes."

Seven pairs of eyes blink blankly at the beaming bunny, trying to comprehend how the game will work. Jungkook sighs in exasperation, clapping his hands together, "Please! Trust me, it will be fun!"

Eventually, figuring that the concept of getting drunk late at night could be a little more thrilling, each one of you give in, finding your heart rate increase as you anticipate what excitement the game could bring.

"Alright, I'll start," Taehyung chimes, crushing his can between his palms before tossing it carelessly behind him. "Jin hyung, I dare you to eat an egg."

You glance over to the see oldest of your group grimace, looking almost hesitant before something steel like flashes in his almond eyes, his lips pursing together as he takes a quick sip of his drink before advancing towards the fridge to grab an egg. He returns a few moments later with the egg in a glass.

You don't want to look but you can't tear your eyes away from the man as he parts his plump and glistening lips to accept the egg into his mouth, his immediate reaction being to gag but, like the man you all know he is, he swallows it without another complaint, looking smug as Taehyung dumbfoundedly applauds him.

"My go, correct?" Jin asks, quirking an eyebrow at the younger cockily, finding it amusing when he blankly nods, taking a dejected sip from his beer. You do the same to hide your laugh, feeling your vision haze over ever so slightly and your grin widen cheekily.

"Jiminie," the oldest beckons sweetly like a venus flytrap luring its prey in with a sickeningly sweet scent, smirking in a way that gives you nervous butterflies and dries your mouth, "I dare you to kiss Tae."

"What?" Taehyung sputters, swiping a hand aggressively across his chin to catch the drops of beer that spilled out in response to his abrupt protest. You lick your lips, finding that the liquid is no longer enough to quench your thirst.

"Hush now, Tae," Jimin pipes up, crawling over to where the younger sits with his plump and blush pink bottom lip pulled in between his teeth. You watch intently, breathing growing shallow as he nears the now quiet Taehyung and grabs onto his collar.

Your breath hitches in your throat completely when their lips connect, it being clear that Jimin's the one taking charge. The sound of soft laughter fades away until all you can hear is the heavy breathing of both boys and the soft popping sound their lips make each time they pull away. Jimin's fingers curl themselves around Taehyung's locks of hair as their kisses get sloppy and heated, the elder grinding his hips up against Taehyung's thigh and you subconsciously find yourself mimicking the hypnotising movements before Jin cuts in, "Okay, we get it, you two are gay. Jimin, dare someone."

Jimin whines but obeys, pulling away from Taehyung, naughtily capturing the younger's bottom lip in between his own teeth. He flashes him a seductive wink before crawling back to his own spot, "Y/N."

You jolt at the sound of your name being called and hum in acknowledgement, trying to blink away the image of your two closest friends making out as if they didn't have an audience. Although, the rest of them did seem to have an eager and lustful glint in their eyes but maybe you were just seeing things.

"I dare you to lick Hoseok's dance socks," he heartily laughs, gleefully clapping his hands together as you grimace in disgust, your mouth suddenly tasting bitter. "You gonna chicken out, princess?"

You're quick—maybe a little too quick—to nod, voluntarily stripping off your beige wool sweater, leaving you in a tight white tank with goosebumps running up and down the length of your arms. Jimin chuckles at your misfortune and nods as if to say it's your turn.

The game progresses at a steady pace, as does the pile of discarded clothing. After the final round, it is determined that both you and Jimin have the most amount of clothing off but anything is better than eating soup from the toilet or peanut butter from Jungkook's toes.

You accept his awaiting hand with a high-pitched giggle as the two of you stumble, light headed, towards the rather large closet. Your senses are oddly heightened and you can feel the warmth of his hand seep through your skin and stir awake those butterflies from earlier, leaving you unsure of whether you drank too much or want Jimin to keep touching you.

Either way, it leaves you feeling hot and sick.

He closes the door shut behind the two of you and, unceremoniously, collapses to the floor. With a roll of your eyes, you sprawl out beside him and pick at a loose thread on the bottom of your pants, ignoring the way the slow draft in the room runs over your close to bare breasts, thankful that there is at least some lacy material covering them from Jimin's hungry eyes.

But the silence is too thick, too tense, as if the both of you are waiting for someone to make the first move.

His tongue darts out to moisten his lips and you can't seem to tear your eyes away, hooked by the sensuality behind his every move. Like with Taehyung, he slowly crawls towards you, his eyes a heated glow of golden lust and sparkling desire. You're both breathless and captivated, allowing his advances to lay you out on the soft carpet, his now gloriously gentle gaze raking over your body as if you're the masterpiece he's spent years working on, as if his only life goal is to admire your timeless features.

'Are you sure?' his eyes ask, darkening as they flick up to your face. 'Yes,' yours seem to scream back, his lips curling up into a sly smirk.

His fingers are skilled as they curl around the back of your bra, unclipping the material greedily before tossing it somewhere to the side, exposing your bare chest to him. He sighs in awe, mapping out all that he can see before him with eyes that would mimic an astronomer's when they look up to the skies.

He palms your breasts first, balancing himself on his knees as you gasp at the foreign touch and arch your back, hips colliding with his. You can't help the sultry and desperate moan that follows your initial reaction to his addicting ways of treating your body, his fingers tweaking at your hardened buds teasingly.

You want, no, need, more of him.

Thankfully, he dips down to pull you into a needy kiss, sucking and biting onto your lips ravenously. You lean into it, breathing heavily as he pushes his tongue in and explores your mouth, his hands keeping themselves busy with your breasts. The kneading, twisting and tweaking match up with the timing of his kisses and soon enough, you're rolling your hips up to meet his with every breath the two of you take.

You rake your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling, as he moans against your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the vibration. You hook your legs around his waist and pull him flush against your chest, his hands feverishly ghosting over the dips of your waist and hips before rounding your ass to squeeze your cheeks.

Your eyes flutter shut as he pulls away from your lips with a satisfying pop and begins trailing hot and wet kisses down the length of your neck, his hands frustratedly pulling your hair back to expand the amount of blank skin he has to mark. You hiss and whine as he bites and sucks furiously, the sting of each hickey leading you to believe that your neck is now a splash of bright red and deep purple.

He nips at your collarbone, murmuring, "God, you're so perfect. So fucking perfect."

The knot in your stomach tightens at his words as you let out a low and breathy moan.

Meanwhile, Jungkook glances down at his watch, wondering when seven minutes started to feel this long.

"Hold on," he deadpans, glancing at the closet door in curiosity, "it's been well over seven fucking minutes. I'm going to go check on them."

The others pay the younger's realisation no mind as they continue to chuckle and enjoy the addicting buzz of alcohol in their systems.

Jungkook picks up on the muffled sounds of moaning and panting, his eyebrows knitting together as he tries to push the thoughts blaring in his mind through the foggy daze he's currently swimming in. He palms the doorknob and twists it without wasting another second, his hand darting to cover his ajar mouth as he takes in the sight of you writing underneath Jimin who, with no signs of mercy, devours your neck and fondles your breasts.

All of a sudden, his pants feel tight.

It's not long before the errotic audio speeds its way to the living room, alerting the remaining five boys as they jolt to their feet and clumsily jog their way over to the closest where Jungkook remains frozen, his eyes wide and breathing shallow.

They turn their attention to what's happening inside and feel their mouths fall open limply, knowing that they should probably give the two of you the privacy you deserve but being unable to do so. It's like something—maybe the inevitable force of desire—keeps them grounded as they crowd the doorway.

A nervous tingle traces itself alarmingly down your spine, your eyes springing open urgently as you glance to the side, gripping onto Jimin's shoulders in a panic, ripping him off you with blazing cheeks of embarrassment. Jimin, now confused, follows your gaze to see his bandmates staring down at the two of you incredulously but he's not blind. After over ten years of living with these boys, it's like an instinct for him to be able to tell when they want something. Call it a talent if you will but the roaring fire behind their irises make his lips curl up into an almost sinister grin.

Right now, they want you.

Feeling quite smug, he maintains eye contact with them as he dips down once more to lick a wet stripe up his throbbing artwork, his own spine tingling when their eyes follow the movement of his tongue. You hiss as he pushes himself to stand, adjusting his boxers as you throw your arms over your chest dramatically, thanking anyone listening that your pants were not also discarded throughout your make-out session as Jimin sultrily approaches Yoongi.

"Keep her busy, kitty," he purrs, tracing a line down the older's chest as his playful gaze narrows in on the youngest of the boys. "I want to play with Kookie."

It's silent for a few agonisingly slow seconds before a small smile of mischief creeps onto all of their faces and, before you can even think to ask what's going on, Hoseok closes the closet door with a click.

"Wait, what's going on?" you ask nervously as Yoongi unbuttons his shirt with a sigh and presses his lips to yours without warning. You're taken aback by his forwardness and how his lips are a lot more gentle on yours than Jimin's were but soon, you melt against the floor, hands instinctively reaching up to unbutton the rest of his shirt and slip it off.

He grins as you scan the milky canvas that is his skin, fingers just ghosting over his toned chest. He dips back down again, nibbling onto your lips expertly as he softly murmurs, "It's been years since we've all had a little fun with each other, has it not? Just enjoy it, princess, and try not to talk too much."

His hoarse yet seductively husky voice so close to your ear elicits a soft moan out of you. He's right though, it has been an unhealthy amount of time since the eight of you have had fun with one another and, as Yoongi kisses along your jaw, you can't see anything wrong with it, especially since you want it too.

Oh, how badly do you want it.

You're, for once, grateful for the alcohol circulating your system, leaving you exposed to your dirtiest thoughts and desires while locking away your inhibitions so that nothing can stop you from enjoying this moment.

Yoongi abandons your lips and decides to pay your breasts some special attention, kissing your nipple tenderly before taking into his mouth whole, biting against it as you groan, loving the sting his mouth leaves, especially after Jimin had spent so long abusing them for your pleasure. His free hand finds its way to your pants, fingers nimble as he busies himself with your zip.

You take this opportunity to flick your gaze up to the others, your gasp breathy as you spot Jungkook pinning Jimin up against the wall to feverishly make out with him, the older's legs wrapped around Jungkook's waist, allowing the younger to knead his ass generously. Jimin moans huskily as you turn your attention to Namjoon and Jin as they strip off their clothes, pausing every few seconds to pepper each other with kisses. You whine when you see Hoseok tugging at Taehyung's hair while his free hand tugs down the younger's sweatpants to palm his hard cock while Taehyung himself struggles to pull off his sweater.

Yoongi taps at your hips and you lift your legs up obediently as he pulls your pants off and presses a loving kiss to your inner thigh. You jolt and drag your eyes down to see him smirking in between your legs, his tongue darting out to swipe across his lips.

But he merely presses a teasing kiss against your soaking underwear and climbs back up to your lips, thrusting his tongue in your mouth as his fingers gently massage your clit. You hook your legs around his waist and moan, your hands seeking refuge in his head of disheveled hair. He pushes a second and third finger in, stuttering as your hips roll up to meet his fingers, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he nips at a sore spot on your neck, growling, "Fuck, Y/N."

Sure enough, the room becomes hot and everyone's breath mingles together as their hot and heavy moans become all you can hear. Jungkook bites onto Jimin's bottom lip, drawing blood as Namjoon grinds up against Jin who passionately kisses at his red lips while Taehyung rips needily at Hoseok's clothes, the older's hand still fiddling around with the younger's covered penis.

You mewl as he curls his fingers inside you, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten beyond belief as your breathing quickens. You're sure you're going to cum but as you reach your high Jimin moans, "Switch."

Yoongi growls in complaint, reluctantly dragging his fingers out from inside of you as your legs immediately clench together to try and generate some sort of friction, grumbling about not getting enough of you as Hoseok brushes past him effortlessly, allowing for Yoongi to take his place by Taehyung.

"You'll all get enough of each other, don't worry," Jimin breathes, rolling his eyes when Yoongi angrily barks at Taehyung to remove his underwear. You watch in fascination as Jin latches himself onto Jungkook's wrist, both men's demeanour changing as the older guides the younger up against the wall. In the meantime, Jimin allows himself to be manhandled as Namjoon rips the boy's underwear off and lands a slap on his cheeks.

You crave the sight of these men that you've known for years playing around with each other but Hoseok's hand guides your face back towards him, "Eyes on me, pet." His hands feel as if they're not there as he pulls your underwear off your legs and wastes no time in inserting three fingers into your heat. You squeak and arch your back off of the ground at the sudden stimulation, eyes closing as tears pool in your eyes and drop onto your cheeks.

"More, more," you beg as Hoseok rewards you by curling his fingers as he pulls in and out steadily. You grip aimlessly onto the floor, looking for something to brace yourself with as your eyes roam the room, watching as Jungkook pulls his underwear off as Jin immediately busies his hands by stroking the younger's hard member. Namjoon does the same with Jimin, his slender fingers pressing and squeezing in a way that make Jimin's knuckles turn white against Joon's shoulder and his toes curl. Taehyung breathily begs for the same but Yoongi is to quick to silence him with a warning bite to the collarbone, humming in satisfaction as he continues to mark the boy's golden skin, hand merely ghosting over the boy's twitching dick as his arms are pinned above him so he can't touch himself.

Hoseok pinches your inside to get you focused back on him, your eyes wide and smile sheepish as you run your hands over his broad shoulders in admiration before allowing them to tweak at his nipple as your lips flatten against his neck to suck and lick. He tenses above you instinctively, swallowing before asking for your hand needily. You let him grip onto one as your free hand continues to torture his bud and lips do the same to his neck. You feel your hand wrap around what you presume to be his member and run a finger down the length of it, smiling against his honeyed skin when his moan shudders through your body as well as his. You pull and twist, trying to decipher what it is his likes when you roll your thumb over his head. He moans deeply at that so you go faster and harder, immediately noticing the way his touches match the timing of yours and before either of you can come undone in each other's arms, Jimin calls for another switch.

You groan in sexual frustration, every part of you tingling for a release. The sweaty and messy-haired male merely offers you a shrug as he yanks Yoongi over for a deep kiss, the older falling submissive to the younger's touch in an instant. Jungkook slides down onto his knees in front of Taehyung, his eyes expressing pity for his hard friend as he gently strokes over his dick before pressing a tender kiss to its base. Taehyung clicks his tongue and pushes Jungkook's head forward, the older's cock disappearing inside Jungkook's mouth.

Hoseok pulls his fingers out from within you as Namjoon approaches, fully naked. Hoseok winks at you as he puts a finger in his mouth, savouring the taste of you before Jin, who is also now naked, pulls his hand away from his mouth and sucks off the other two fingers.

Despite all of that, your eyes are drawn back to Taehyung and Jungkook who seem to have gotten themselves into a pulsing rhythm, Jungkook's eyes watering as Taehyung claws at the younger's shoulder with a pleasured expression making him sigh and throw his head back. Namjoon, being as perceptive as he always is, catches onto your awed expression and decides to treat you the same.

The male strokes himself, motioning for you to sit up, unable to help chuckling when you get on all fours eagerly, looking up at him with eyes wider than he's ever seen before. His heart clenches and his palm moves a little faster as you open your mouth.

Copying Jungkook's moves, you press a tender kiss to his head before flattening your tongue against it, feeling smug when he grunts and tangles his fingers in your already knotted hair. You allow him to enter your mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he rolls his hips towards your lips, thrusting in and out of your mouth slowly as if savouring the feel of your warm saliva coating his member and the feel of your tongue rolling against him as if your life depends on it.

He grunts when he hits the back of your throat, saliva dribbling down your chin as you gag, grinning when he pulls out of you. It disappears the very second Namjoon thrusts back into with newfound strength. You moan and whine as you grate your teeth against him and feel your body jolting with every slap of his hips to your cheeks. At this point, you've completely forgotten about the others in the room, your vagina practically dripping wet as Namjoon's moans get fast-paced and errotic, the sounds music to your ears until he suddenly pulls out, leaving you panting and licking at your salty lips.

You look over to Jimin accusingly as he crawls his way over to Taehyung, motioning for him to join him on the floor. The younger obliges and pushes Jimin to the floor, running his hands over the edges of his body before smirking deviously. Jimin shudders as he immediately hooks his legs over Taehyung's shoulders. It seems the younger knows what to do after that, Jimin's deep and raspy moan clueing you in on that front.

Namjoon stumbles his way over to Yoongi who lays sagged up against the wall, looking as if Jimin really messed him up with a spotted neck and bruised lips, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Taking pity on the older, he simply slides onto his knees and gently brings him forward for a soothing kiss, cupping Yoongi's face as the older cups his ass cheeks and pulls him in closer.

Hoseok beckons Jungkook over with a tilt of his head, picking up a discarded shirt from off the floor. The younger eagerly stalks his way over to Hoseok upon spotting the shirt in his hands, willingly flattening himself up against the wall and raising his arms. Hoseok praises him with a kiss to the cheek and ties his wrists up together gently.

You look around, knowing that the member left to pair up with you is Jin, your legs trembling and heartbeat erratic against your ribcage. Luckily enough, the oldest of the group appears in front of you with a Chesire cat-like grin, your immediate reaction being to jolt in surprise with your breath hitching in your throat like it's second nature for you to be completely breathless in front of these men.

"Hi," he breathes, laying himself out over the top of you to press a feather-like kiss to the base of your jaw, stimulating a wave of pleasurable tingles up your spine. His knee nudges your thighs apart as his fingers press against the spots of love lined up against your neck, biting his lip as you hiss with a soft smile, looking eager to see what his next move may be.

"Legs on my shoulders," he commands with a sly wink, hands roaming your hips as you do as he asks, leaning back on your elbows to observe his every move. He dips further down until his face is just centimeters away from your throbbing heat, lazily lustful eyes maintaining contact with yours as he licks a long stripe against your gender. You jerk at the foreign feeling, back arching against the floor as your nails dig into the skin of your palms. Jin, however, remains unfazed and continues to prod his tongue through your folds, sucking and kissing as if his very life depends on it.

Whines and deep moans escape you no matter how hard you try to conceal them, your lewd expressions of pleasure enough to force Jin in deeper, his tongue hitting up against your spot unexpectedly as his hands spread your legs apart even more. You can't wait to see the bruises there from his grip but, right now, you're distracted by the wonders that his tongue can do, your hips thrusting against him in hopes of receiving more of the stimulation that you crave.

He pulls away only to lick at his slick lips, now coated with your pre-cum. You sigh heavily at the sight of him and prop yourself up to suck on his bottom lip like a lollipop, melting into the kiss that so naturally occurs shortly after. Breathily, he lowers himself to the floor as you lean against his chest, furiously tugging at his lips and abusing his tongue. Pulling away with a pop, he grips onto your hips with a grunt and pulls you forward so that you're sitting on his face.

You laugh breathlessly as he kisses the edges of your folds before delving in once again, praising you with a hum when you slowly but surely begin to bounce, thrusting his tongue in and out of you, your breasts bouncing against your chest to the same beat of your thrusts. Eventually, your hands find themselves entangled in his hair, pulling at the strands each time he hits something sensitive.

"Taste so good," he mutters. "So sweet."

You can feel yourself beginning to drip with what you hope is your first orgasm of the night, your frustration of not being able to do finally getting to you but it's like Jimin has some super sense for he practically drags you off Jin's lips and calls for another switch, smacking your ass with a scolding glare.

You stick your tongue out at him as he presses his foot against Jin's shoulder to keep him on the ground, smiling sweetly over at your before lowering his eyelids to make it seem more seductive towards the oldest. "Do whatever you want with me but I want you to take me in your mouth."

The older nods as Jimin preps himself for Jin's wide lips, your gulp audible as you look over to see Namjoon pull away from a breathless and panting Yoongi as Hoseok nudges him to the side, the wise male wandering his way over to Taehyung as Hoseok picks up where Namjoon left off, his hand fast against Yoongi's hardened cock in contrast to the slowness of his lips.

"Jungkook," you whisper as the youngest of the men staggers away from the wall, lips twisted into a frustrated pout as he attempts to wriggle his wrists out of the tight binds Hoseok trapped him in earlier but you stop him with a click of your tongue.

Curiosity dawns on him like the sun will in a few hours as he watches you clumsily push yourself to your feet and wobble over to him, his adam's apple bobbing as you get close enough to run a finger down his toned chest, your grin one of enthusiasm as you say, "Let me run this one, hmm?"

He nods before even registering the question properly, his arms once again stretching above his head, the bonds as tight as ever as you push him against the wall and kiss him, hands roaming the soft skin of his arms before dipping down into his hair as you practically eat at his lips, amazed by how sweet they taste. Jungkook moans, his hips disobediently attempting to hit against your own.

"Bad boy," you whisper, pulling away to wrap your hand around his throbbing and deliciously hard member. He hisses and presses himself further up against the wall, eyes screwed shut as you scrape your nails against him, chuckling as he pants for more, desperately trying to move himself around in your grip. You eventually give in to his errotic pleads and stroke him fast and rough, licking at his chest before taking his erect nipple into your mouth. He whines as you flick your tongue over his hardened bud, looking up just in time to see his hands slowly coming down from the wall.

"Ah," you scold, pulling away from him abruptly, watching as he quickly readjusts his hands against the wall and shoots you an apologetic smile but it falls immediately upon noticing the lack of emotion on your face, "Jungkook, you never listen, huh?"

He shakes his head, feeling rebellious and hot underneath your heavy gaze. "Turn," you command, pushing at his arms to get him to quicken his pace before landing a slap to his right cheek, your other hand reaching around to resume your work on his dick. He leans into your shoulder with a raspy moan as you land a few more on his burning red cheeks and quicken your pace on his cock to match each blow.

You can feel him tense against you as you press butterfly kisses onto the length of his neck, wanting so badly for him to come undone in your embrace but Jimin screams for another switch, Jungkook obeying immediately as he stutters out of your grip and presses a lazy kiss to your cheek as you undo his bonds sympathetically.

He offers you a wide grin before being quite literally swept away by Namjoon who greets him with an affectionate kiss. You're distracted by Taehyung before you can see who ends up with who but the slight whispers coming from Yoongi and Jin tell you that Hoseok and Jimin must be together for this round.

Taehyung walks his way over to you with a clear purpose, his hands gentle as he caresses your body, making your knees weak as he murmurs, "I wanna go inside you, I want to feel you around me as I cum inside you. Would you like that?"

You moan in response, practically melting as he smirks at you, hands rushing to fit a condom around his cock. Eventually, your hands dig themselves into his shoulders as he slowly slides himself into you, your head throwing itself back as a deep moan of utter pleasure rambles out of your mouth in a string of praises. He slides back out with a shuddered sigh before pushing back in, your back hitting the wall as he digs a little deeper, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He picks your leg up and wraps it around his waist, leaving you slightly unbalanced despite the hand he has gripping onto your waist. Tears gather in your eyes as he slides back out once more before thrusting in with a force stronger than you had imagined, your head feeling light as his warmth within you begins to make you feel dizzy.

"Faster," you plead, clawing at his back as he continues to thrust at an agonisingly slow pace. "God, please, faster!"

He chuckles, nipping at your earlobe teasingly before immediately speeding up, the sound of skin slapping against each other muffled underneath both yours and Taehyung's breathy moans. His hand falls from your leg to fondle with your breasts so you do your best to keep it there, head lolling to the side far enough to see Hoseok pounding into Jimin from behind, his grunts loud and animalistic as the younger whines and squirms against the wall, his tiny hand feverishly manhandling his penis in time to Hoseok's merciless thrusts.

Jin moans from somewhere in front of you so you roll your head to Taehyung's other shoulder to see Yoongi bouncing himself on top of Jin's cock, panting and whining as the oldest praises him from riding him so well. Namjoon and Jungkook have set themselves up beside the older two, the younger on his hands and knees as Namjoon pounds into him, his hands keeping themselves busy all over Jungkook's body, your eyes wide as you watch them pull at his hair, caress his chest, massage his dick, grab at his hips and knead at his ass in a continuous cycle.

Feeling neglected, Taehyung deepens his thrusts even more, the tip of his head hitting your sweet spot, his skin tingling as you mewl into his ear and feel your stomach tighten like it has all night, although you know that this time you will feel the release you've been craving. Your hands curl into his hair as he, too, begins to pound into you as if telling you that he's close. You press your breasts into his face as he kisses lovingly at your skin, pumping into you strongly as he hits your spot over and over again.

Finally, the tension is enough and you let out a high-pitched moan as you reach your high, your fingers pulling at his hair as you clench around him, that gesture alone enough for him to orgasm within you, his body shuddering against yours as he begins to slowly ride out the ecstacy. You kiss at his sweaty skin, mumbling incoherently, "So good. Feel so good. Love you, Tae."

He pulls out of you in a few minutes, tugging the full condom off his now limp dick as the other groups all come undone in a series of curses and groans before sagging against one another.

The room smells of fresh sex and sweat, the strength of it almost enough to get you horny again. You collapse to your knees on the floor as the boys finish satisfying their high, resting against the wall with their pants being the only noise in the room.

"That was fun," Jungkook sighs, wiping at his forehead, "we should do it again."

You can't help but chuckle as the members agree sheepishly, sifting through the mass of discarded clothes in search of their own.