‘Oh, Jungkookie…you know to not confer with your hyung like that…. Especially once you promised to ask him to the next ‘get together’. ’ Hobi reacts 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 around 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 side that is different Hoseok than 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 stood before you decide to, appearing like a crazy animal planning to stalk down their victim, you couldn’t assist but imagine just exactly what those dancers sides would feel just like snapping into yours.
You gasp as his hand reaches down to understand your breast, eyes going mockingly to Jungkook who had been simply sat there, vcamcontacts look burning holes into Hoseok because the older boy’s supply wrapped around your ribcage and then he settled on the settee behind you, pulling you right back against him as he got comfortable.
‘However, I’m feeling nice. ’ he claims, a smirk evident in the vocals you squirm, and you steady your hands on his thighs that are resting either side of you as it rumbles out from his chest that’s pressed into your back, making.
‘so just why dont you’ve got the bottom half and i’ll have actually the very best. ’ he murmurs, before you are feeling him lick a hot moist stripe up your throat, blowing within the damp epidermis after and also you shiver harshly against him, fingernails searching into their jeans and also you start your legs with no idea, shouting out once you feel Jungkook’s hands immediately delve betwixt your folds- attempting to turn your attention returning to him, and you throw the head right back against J-hope’s neck, tensing across the madly thrusting digits betwixt your feet each time a hand wraps around your neck, maybe not tight adequate to cut down atmosphere, but tight enough to keep you set up, to allow you understand who had been in charge.
‘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 your mind into Hoseok’s chest to try to muffle your noises, but their hand in your neck 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 you and causing you to moan their title over and over repeatedly, the term dropping from your lips such as 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.