MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS

KIM NAMJOON ( 김남준 )

CHECKMATE - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. bodyguard, pottery girl, short girl, tall guy word count: 14K summary: "Checkmate." You declared, a sense of triumph in your voice. His eyes widened as you declared checkmate, the realization sinking in that he had lost the game. He sat back in his chair, a mix of irritation and disbelief on his face.

SUMMER LOVE - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) - completed. summer love, one-night-stand, stranger to lovers word count: 19.5k summary: "I've never seen a girl, no, forget a girl, I've never seen anyone who looks as beautiful as you." The words seem to burst out of him, his face filled with raw emotion as he stares at you.

FOREVER LOVE - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) - completed. summer love, one-night-stand, stranger to lovers word count: 15.9K summary: He holds you tightly, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Welcome home." He whispers, his lips brushing against your skin.

INFINITY LOVE - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) - completed. summer love, one-night-stand, stranger to lovers word count: 13.7K summary: "You deserve the world." He whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "I'll give you that and more."

FYA - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) - completed. friends to lovers, co-workers Word count: 9.1K summary: "Good.” Namjoon murmured, leaning back further in his chair. “Because I've been thinking… those sounds? They'd be perfect for this new track.”

KIM SEOKJIN ( 김석진 )

ASISTANT - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. ceo - assistant word count: 18K summary: His grip on your thigh tightened, and he leaned even closer, his lips millimeters from your ear. "I don't care," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "You're the one who came to this dinner looking like sin.

FRAT BOY pt.1 - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. frat boy but smart/ intelligent, smart girl, banter relationship Word count: 12.8K summary: You swallowed hard, feeling a shiver run down your spine as his thumb toyed with your skin. "Chemistry, my ass," you grumbled, your body betraying your words.

FRAT BOY pt.2 - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. frat boy but smart/ intelligent, smart girl, banter relationship Word count: 11.7K summary: You smiled, pecking him softly. "Don't act so surprised," you murmured, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "I want you to stay," you admitted, your voice low.

BUSINESS TRIP - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. CEO x employee Word count: 16.8K summary: "You have no idea how badly I've been holding back, trying to be polite and keep my hands off of you." He growled, his eyes locked on yours. "But I can't take it anymore. I need you, now. And I don't care who sees."

MIN YOONGI ( 민윤기 )

SHADES OF COOL - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. mafia, detective, married word count: 5.8K summary: “Yoongi,” she moved her head, breaking the kiss. “My makeup.” His lips brushed her cheek, but with his hand still on the back of her neck, he turned her head and kissed her again. “Your makeup?” he murmured against her lips. “Who gives a fuck about makeup when my cock’s like this?”

GLORIA REGALI - SERIES pt.1 royal word count: 2.2K summary: Today, she would be crowned queen. Despite the grandeur of her title, her soul remained tangled in a net of turmoil, born from last night’s encounter. The arrogance of the man.

WRONG - mini au ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) - mafia word count: - pt.1 / pt.2 summary: The kiss caught him off guard. For the first time ever, Min Yoongi was caught off guard by a kiss. The kiss was a press of soft lips. There was no urgency, no possessiveness. Nothing.

JUNG HOSEOK ( 정호석 )

DANCE PARTNER - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. best friends' younger sister, friends, dancer, dance academy word count: 10K summary: "And trust me, sweetheart, I can be smooth as hell when I'm dancing." You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the flutter in your stomach at his words. You were both excited and irritated. He was cocky, but you couldn't deny he had some pretty moves. "Oh, I know. You never shut up when it comes to dancing."

KITTEN - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. fwb to lovers ( friends with benefits ), college friends word count: 10.6K summary: "I love you more than I thought possible," he murmured, his hands sliding up your sides. "You're in my head, my heart, my goddamn soul.'' His grip on you was borderline painful, but you relished the feeling. His words made you feel like you were on fire, every nerve ending alive with desire and need.

HOPE WORLD - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. Florist Hoesok, flower shop owner, strangers to lovers word count: 23.3K summary: "You're late," Yoongi says, but Hoseok can hear the amusement in his voice. Hoseok grins, crossing the room to grab his name tag. "Sorry, had a flower of my own to water," he says with a smirk, making Yoongi laugh.

CABIN FEVER - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. ceo x co-worker word count: 16.4K summary: "What for?" you murmured, your fingers tangling in his hair. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his fingers tracing a pattern on your back. "For giving me a chance," he said, his words earnest.

BODY ART - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. enemies to lovers, art school Word count: 18.3K summary: His finger curled inside you, finding that sweet spot that made your legs go weak. "Tell me honey." He growled, adding another finger inside you. "I knew you were enjoying it when I was drawing you. You were practically radiating heat."

PARK JIMIN ( 박지민 )

ROOMIE - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut,+21 ) completed. lover, college, roommates word count: 10.6K summary: He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you. "I know you want to kiss me." He teases, his lips brushing against yours. "You have to give me a kiss now. It's the rule." He whispers, his eyes sparkling.

HATE YOU - mini au. ( NSFW, smut, +21) - completed co-workers, enemies to lovers, one bed. word count: almost 40K pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 / pt.6 / pt.7 / pt.8 summary: Finally, he speaks, his voice lower than before. "I don't know… Tonight just feels different. Maybe it's the fact that we're not at each other's throats for once." He nuzzles his face into your neck again, his breath warm against your skin.

MERRY CHRISTMAS - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) - completed. stranger to lovers word count: 17K summary: "You know what they say about the mistletoe?" he asks, his voice dropping to a whisper. Looking up, you realize you're standing under the archway, which is laden with mistletoe, it's green leaves adorned with tiny bells that tinkle softly in the cold wind.

TATTOO - mini au. ( NSFW, smut, +21) - tattoo artist, gym buddy, strangers to lovers word count: will be updated. pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 summary: "Mmm, a nice canvas," he murmured, his smirk widening. "I am a tattoo artist."

PIERCING - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) - completed. musician, rockstar Word count: 15.2K summary: Your thumb brushed against the piercing again, causing him to shiver. "You like it when I play with your piercing?"

LUCKY - mini au. ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) - college friends, lovers, dancers, word count: will be updated. pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 summary: "Thank you for giving me a chance," he whispers, his sweet words making your heart race.

KIM TAEHYUNG ( 김태형 )

ANGEL GIRL - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut ,+21 ) completed. coffee, barista girl, cheating, lovers, love-hate relationship word count: 12.4K summary: "All I see is a stubborn, distrustful, pain in the ass who won't even consider the possibility that I might be telling the truth." Your jaw clenches at his words. The insult hits a nerve, and you can feel your anger burning hotter with each word.

NEIGHBOR - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. neighbor relationship word count: 16.8K summary: "Like a walking piece of art. A Greek god come to life," you murmured, your fingers running lightly down his chest.

LESSON #4 - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. professor x student Word count: 25K summary: "Mhm." He hummed, his lips trailing up to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Never... interrupt..." He continued, his words interspersed with kisses along your neck. "...the professor during...demonstration."

IT'S SO TIGHT - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. enemies to lovers, neighbours Word count: 11K summary: His hand on your neck pulls rougher, tilting your head to the side for him. "Kiss me." He whispered. "Please."

JEON JUNGKOOK ( 전정국 )

GAMER - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. gamer boyfriend word count: 10.5K summary: The chat immediately fills with more comments, most of them curiously asking what the 'something' is. Jungkook chuckles at the chat's curiosity. "So my girlfriend is currently passed out on our couch, dead tired after I wore her out last night." He casually reveals, his smirk growing.

BIG BOY - ONE SHOT ( NSFW, smut, +21 ) completed. bodyground, fake relationship, biker-Jungkook, biker-girl word count: 16.1K summary: "They're mine now." He teases, stuffing them more securely into his pocket. "I'm keeping them. Consider it a souvenir."

Analia stood center stage, leading the routine, completely in her element.

Every line of her body was sharp, fluid, and intoxicatingly precise. She hit every single beat—sweeping her hair over her shoulder, arching her back with an effortless, hypnotic grace, and dropping low to the floor in a roll that made Lua’s throat go completely dry. The way Analia’s hips swayed to the heavy beat wasn't just dancing; it was pure, unadulterated temptation.

Lua’s mind completely rewound to the backyard a few days ago. She could still feel the phantom sensation of Analia’s soft thighs wrapped around her waist, the taste of her on her lips, and the sight of her dark eyes going heavy with lust while Yoongi and Jimin watched them like predators from across the yard.

Just the memory made a sudden wave of heat pool right between Lua’s thighs.

As the music faded out into the final counts, the rest of the dance crew collapsed onto the floor in groans and breathless laughs, reaching for their towels and water bottles.

Analia wiped a light sheen of sweat from her neck, her cheeks flushed a gorgeous pink.

“Great practice, guys! See you Thursday!" she called out cheerfully, her golden-retriever energy instantly bouncing back the second the music stopped.

As everyone gathered their things and trickled out of the studio, Lua stayed right where she was, staring at Analia through the mirror.

"Can we stay longer?" Lua asked, her voice smooth as she stretched her arms over her head. “I need to get the steps down because I keep messing up."

Analia paused, blinking at her in surprise through the glass. “Your steps are never wrong,” she said, turning around with a warm, genuine smile. “I'm usually the one who runs into problems.”

Lua tilted her head, looking at Analia through her lashes. “I'm really struggling with this.”

“Okay,” Analia smiled, completely oblivious. She picked up her phone from the bench. “I’m just going to text Yoongi I’ll be longer. We were supposed to go out after practice to watch a movie.”

Lua nodded slowly, her gaze dropping—sweeping down Analia’s chest, over her tight waist, and down the curve of her hips.

“Uh-uh,” Lua hummed, the thick heat inside her stirring. “I’ll call Jimin and let him know I’m busy too.”

While Analia tapped away on her phone, Lua reached into her bag and pulled out the small, innocent-looking pack. She popped one cube into her own mouth, feeling the fiery peach flavor ignite on her tongue, and then stepped over to her.

Without a word of explanation, Lua held the pack out in front of Analia's face.

"Oh, sweets!!!?" Analia asked brightly, her sweet, trusting nature on full display. Before Lua could even answer, Analia reached out and popped two cubes straight into her mouth at once.

A silent, wicked smirk threatened to break across Lua's face. She bit the inside of her cheek to hold it back.

Two? Oh, baby… You have no idea.

Analia chewed, her eyes widening slightly at the sudden explosion of spicy heat. “Whoa, that’s got a kick!" she laughed, reaching for her water bottle and taking a huge, gulping pull to wash it down.

Lua took another one herself, letting the dual sensation of spicy peach and rising arousal swirl together in her blood. Her skin was already humming. The heat from the cubes was mixing with the filthy thoughts running through her head, making her pulse hammer in her ears.

But Lua knew the real fun would start in a few minutes, once the second wave of those cubes hit their systems.

Analia tossed her empty water bottle to the side and bounded back to the center of the mirror.

“Alright! Let's take it from the second verse,” said Analia. “Show me where you're getting tripped up."

The music blasted back on. They started the routine together, moving in sync. But instead of keeping her space, Lua intentionally lagged half a beat behind.

As Analia dropped into a low hip roll, Lua closed the distance, stepping right up behind her. Her hands reached out, sliding over Analia's waist to 'correct' her form, her fingers lingering far too long, pressing firmly into the soft skin above Analia's hips.

Analia paused the movement, looking at Lua’s hands in the mirror with a small, confused laugh.

“Dude,” she sighed, her breath a little heavier than usual. “You need to hold your hands higher.”

“Oops,” Lua giggled, her eyes gleaming with pure mischief through the glass as she let her fingers slide an inch lower before pulling back.

Analia rolled her eyes and laughed, her cheeks looking a little redder than they had two minutes ago. “Oops',” Analia echoed mockingly, shaking her head.

She turned around to face Lua fully, her dark eyes searching hers with genuine, sweet concern. The two cubes were clearly starting to work their magic—Analia's breathing was getting shallow, her chest heaving slightly under her top, and a faint, glazed look of unspoken need was beginning to cloud her eyes.

"You okay? Everything fine with Jimin?" Analia asked gently, reaching out to pat Lua’s shoulder. "I’m just asking in case you have something on your mind."

Lua looked at her innocent, worried face, feeling the sudden, intense rush of heat surging through her own body as her second cube kicked in full force.

She smiled, stepping half an inch closer until their knees almost brushed.

"Oh, Jimin and I are fine, sweetie," Lua murmured softly, her voice dropping into a low, honey-thick rasp. “You're the only thing on my mind."

Analia laughed. “Come on,” she said. “Follow my steps.”

The bass from the final track finally died out, leaving nothing but the heavy sound of their ragged breathing echoing against the mirrored walls.

Analia stood in the center of the floor, panting softly, her chest heaving beneath her top. The spicy peach cubes had completely hijacked her system—a gorgeous, deep rose flush had spread all the way down her neck, and her dark eyes had gone delightfully heavy, glazed with a haze of unfulfilled heat. She tried to wipe a stray bead of sweat from her forehead, but her hand was noticeably trembling.

"Okay," Analia breathed out, offering a weak, dizzy laugh as she leaned her hands against her knees. “Okay, I think… I think that's enough practice for tonight. Why is it so suffocatingly hot in here?"

Lua hid her smirk as she watched Analia go to grab her things.

“Let’s go,” Analia said, and Lua nodded.

Once they reached their off-campus house, Lua unlocked the front door. The heavy oak door shut behind them, locking the quiet, dimly lit entryway away from the rest of the world.

A tense moment of silence passed as both girls stood quietly in the small, cramped space. The house was completely empty for the night, and the lights were all off except for the small lamp in the corner.

“Why is it so hot…” Analia murmured, her voice soft and breathy. She ran her hand through her hair, trying to smooth out the tousled, damp waves—it didn’t work.

Lua took two deliberate steps forward, closing the distance between them. She smirked when Analia took two nervous steps back until her back pressed against the door.

Analia stared up at her, her dark eyes wide. The tension was practically crackling in the silence around them. It was hot, intense, and electric, and neither girl had any idea how to break the thick heat. It felt like a heavy, invisible cord was stretched taut between them, pulling them closer together until Analia’s body was practically pinned to the door.

“You feel…” Analia murmured, her voice a soft whisper. “ ..so hot.”

She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, trying to ease whatever tension she felt rising up inside her.

Lua’s fingers brushed over Analia’s bare neck. The skin there was flushed with feverish heat. She leaned forward, her fingers tracing over the racing pulse in the hollow of her throat.

"You do too,” Lua murmured.

Analia leaned into her touch, her eyes slipping shut. She shivered slightly, the feel of Lua’s fingers on her skin sending goosebumps all the way up her spine.

“Your hands…” Analia murmured, her voice barely audible. “Feels so good…”

Lua’s fingers traced the curve of her neck all the way down to the soft, exposed skin of her neck. Her touch was light, almost feather-like. She leaned forward, her breath hot against Analia’s collarbone.

"Yeah?" she murmured. "You feel… really good too.”

Analia moaned in response, the sound coming out breathy and strangled.

Lua’s fingers skimmed over Analia’s shoulder, sliding against the soft fabric of her shirt until they met the hem at her shoulder. She tugged gently, her voice low as she murmured her intentions.

"You know, I always thought this top looked good on you."

Analia’s eyes popped open, staring up at Lua from under her lashes. She swallowed hard, her hands clenching into tight fists at her sides.

“You did?” she whispered.

Lua smirked, nodding. Her fingers slowly started to slide the hem of Analia’s shirt up, exposing inch after inch of smooth, flawless skin.

Analia’s breathing grew more labored, and she tried to keep her body still, but her hips kept shifting, restless and needy under Lua’s questing touch.

Lua took the hem of her top and pulled it straight up over Analia’s head. She tossed the fabric away, leaving Analia bare from the waist up. Her hands immediately moved to her skin, skimming up the back of her spine.

Analia moaned, her head tilting back to give Lua more access. Her body arched into Lua’s touch, her fingers digging into Lua’s shoulders.

"Don’t stop…” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper.

Lua smirked, loving how quickly Analia was coming undone. Her fingers trailed up to the clasp of Analia’s bra, pausing only for a moment to tease the sensitive skin of her chest.

Analia moaned, her hands dropping to grip the hem of Lua’s shirt. “Take this off.” she murmured, her hands tugging frantically at the garment.

Lua obliged, pulling off her top in one easy motion. The bra went with it, her chest suddenly bare as well.

Analia’s eyes widened at the sight of Lua’s bare chest, her hands moving forward reflexively to touch the soft skin. She hesitated for only a moment.

"You can touch me." Lua whispered.

Analia’s hands were shaky as she reached for Lua, her fingers tracing over the soft curves of her chest. She moaned softly as she grew braver, her touch becoming more firm as she explored Lua’s body.

Lua let out a soft, breathy moan as Analia’s hands roamed her body. She could feel the heat building inside of her, hot and insistent and almost unbearable.

Analia was already in a state of frenzied desire, her fingers fumbling as they skimmed lower, lower, down over Lua’s taut stomach to the waistband of her shorts

Lua’s breath hitched as Analia’s fingers brushed the waistband. She couldn’t help it when her hips moved forward in response, seeking more contact.

"Bed." Analia murmured.

The single word sent a shiver down Lua’s spine. She took a step back, her hands reaching for her shorts, and swiftly pushed them down her legs, kicking them away.

She offered her hand to Analia.

Analia took Lua’s hand and allowed herself to be led up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once they were inside, she turned back to face Lua. Her hands were still shaking as she took a step closer, closing the distance between them.

Lua leaned in, her hands coming up to frame Analia’s face, and brushed her lips against hers in a soft kiss. The kiss started out soft and then grew more insistent, her tongue sweeping across Analia’s lower lip, demanding entrance.

Analia moaned as she parted her lips, her hands gripping Lua’s waist tightly, keeping her close. Their tongues met in a passionate dance, both girls moaning helplessly as the kiss deepened.

Lua took control, her hands moving down to grip Analia’s hips, pulling her even closer until their bodies were pressed together. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring every inch of Analia’s mouth, trying to get closer, closer, closer.

Analia moaned loudly into Lua’s mouth, her hands sliding up to grip Lua’s neck. Her fingers tangled in Lua’s hair, holding her firmly in place as she returned the kiss with equal fervor.

Lua moaned into their kiss, her hands sliding down over the curve of Analia’s ass. She pulled back from the kiss enough to whisper huskily.

"Lay on the bed" Lua murmured, her hands still holding Analia close.

"Do I have a choice?" Analia murmured back, her voice breathy and strained.

Lua chuckled, shaking her head. “No," she said softly. "No, you don’t.”

Lua leaned forward, closing the distance between them again. Her hands moved back up to grip Analia’s hair, tilting her head back. With only inches between their mouths, she murmured the last three words of her sentence, her warm breath against Analia’s skin.

"Good girl."

The words sent a delicious shiver down Analia’s spine, and she moaned softly, her fingers tightening on Lua’s shoulders. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, exposing her neck.

"Oh you like that." Lua whispered.

Lua took the opportunity and leaned down, her lips brushing the spot where Analia’s neck met her shoulder. She placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of Analia’s neck, her tongue darting out to tease the hollow of her collarbone.

“F-Fuck,” Analia moaned, tilting her head back even further to give Lua more access. "I do," she confessed.

Lua hummed, her hands moving around Analia’s waist. She pulled her closer, relishing the feel of her body pressed against hers.

She took one of Analia’s legs between her own thighs, the contact making both of them gasp. Their bodies were pressed so close together that every movement, every breath, sent an electric current over their skin.

Analia moaned as she felt Lua’s thigh sliding against her center. She was already soaking wet, her clit throbbing with every movement. The sensation was exquisite, and she ground her hips against Lua’s thigh, desperate for more.

Lua moaned at the feeling of Analia grinding against her. Her hands were everywhere, roving over Analia’s body, exploring every inch of skin she could reach. When her hands finally came to rest on Analia’s ass, she squeezed it firmly, pulling her even closer.

"Oh god, you’re soaked," she murmured, her voice hoarse.

"I’ve been soaked since before we got here," Analia admitted, her own hands gripping Lua’s waist tightly. "God, I wanted you so bad."

Lua moaned at Analia’s admission. She leaned forward and captured her lips in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling as they moaned into each other’s mouths. The tension between them was almost unbearable, and they could both feel it building with every passing moment.

"Can I taste you?" Lua murmured.

Analia nodded, her breath catching in her chest. "Please," she pleaded, her hands moving down to grip Lua’s hips.

Lua moaned, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Analia’s panties. She slid her panties down her legs, her fingers skimming over them as she did. When they were all the way off, Lua leaned down, her fingers trailing up Analia’s inner thighs.

She moaned at Analia’s reaction, her fingers lingering for a moment at the apex of her thighs. She could see the evidence of how turned on Analia was, the slick heat glistening under the low light. Unable to resist any longer,

"Fuck,” she breathed. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Analia’s clit.

Analia moaned loudly at the first contact, her fingers tightening in Lua’s hair. "Oh God," she moaned, her voice coming out strangled. "Does Jimin really not say anything to you about this? The fact that you also like women or have sex with them?"

Lua pulled back momentarily, her lips glistening with Analia’s wetness. "He doesn’t." she murmured, before returning her full attention to task.

She moaned again, arching her back off the bed. “F-fuck,” she panted, her hands moving to grip the sheets. “You’re so— ah!”

“I‘m what?” Lua murmured, her hot breath ghosting over Analia’s clit. She gave her a small lick, just the barest whisper of contact.

“You’re so… talented,” Analia moaned, her voice cracking. "What the fuck."

Lua’s smile was smug against her clit. She loved seeing Analia squirm. But she didn’t keep her waiting for too long. She dove back in, flattening her tongue and swiping it through her folds, savouring the taste of her. She teased her clit with flicks of her tongue, and moaned at the way her hands twisted in her hair.

“Good. Oh god.” Analia moaned, her voice high and breathy. “Shit. Are you spelling my name?"

Her response was a murmured, “Uh-huh,” the vibration sending a shiver running down Analia’s spine. Lua continued to work her clit with her mouth, her tongue working circles and patterns that drove Analia crazy.

“I don’t know what’s going on with. Was it the those sweets you gave me?” She joked.

Lua smirked. “Uh-huh. Spicy cubes. They make you horny.”

Analia’s head fell back. “Fuck,” she moaned.

She slid one thumb down to spread Analia’s folds, exposing her clit even more. She pressed a wet, open mouthed kiss to her, before sucking it into her mouth. Lua moaned as if everything she ever wanted was between her lips.

"Jesus." Analia moaned, her fingers pulling on Lua’s hair. "Keep doing that."

Lua moaned at the instructions. She continued to work her tongue against Analia’s clit, trying to keep the same rhythm. But Lua was never one to stick to one thing for long. She moved her mouth down, circling Analia’s entrance and pushing her tongue inside.

"Oh my god, Lua." Analia moaned. "Where did you learn this?"

Lua pulled back ever so slightly to speak. “I didn’t,” she murmured. “I’m improvising.”

Analia moaned.

Lua shifted her position, lifting one of Analia’s legs over her shoulder as she shifted to lay on her stomach. She slid her hands under Analia’s ass, angling her up so she could slide her tongue inside more easily. Her tongue moved deeper, as deep as she could.

"Jesus Christ." Analia moaned, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "How?"

Lua ignored the question, focusing instead on the way Analia’s body was responding to her every move. She moaned as

“You’re so delicious,” she murmured, the vibrations sending another shiver down Analia’s spine.

Analia’s head fell back on the pillow. "God, what’s wrong with you? Shit."

“I don’t know,” came Lua’s murmured response. “You taste so good.”

She tightened her grip on Analia’s thighs and continued licking her, her tongue sliding in and out in deep, languid strokes. The sounds of her tongue working, the moans and whimpers falling from Analia’s lips, and the way she writhed beneath her were making Lua dizzy. She wasn’t thinking about what she was doing, just responding to Analia’s body.

"You’re so good at that." Analia murmured. "Jimin’s really lucky."

Lua stopped the motions of her tongue, causing Analia to whine at the loss of contact.

"He is, isn’t he?” lua murmured. “I’ve been told I have a talented tongue."

"I believe it." Analia gasped.

“Do you?” Lua murmured, as if she had just had an idea. “If you let me try something, I promise you won’t be disappointed. You know some... positions really good for couples."

Analia nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes, try everything.”

"Would you like to try the scissors?” Lua murmured.

Lua lifted one of Analia’s legs, hooking her thigh over her own hip, bringing their lower bodies into full, flush alignment. Without the barrier of clothing, the friction was a warm, slick pressure of their pussies pressing firmly against each other.

Analia moaned as their pussies pressed together. It felt incredible.

"Oh god,” she gasped. "That’s good, but Lua-"

She shifted, bringing one leg up and over Lua’s hip. It was just the shift they needed. Their hips rocked together, sending a jolt of pleasure through them both.

“Oh, god.” Lua moaned, her body shuddering. The shift had brought them even closer together, the friction sending sparks of pleasure straight between her legs.

She moaned again, moving her hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

“I wish Jimin could see us right now,” Lua murmured. "We look so hot like this."

Analia moaned in agreement, her hands sliding up Lua’s back. "That feels so good." she moaned.

Lua moaned as she shifted her hips again, the change in angle sending a ripple of pleasure through them both. "Jimin and Yoongi would love this." she murmured and spitting her hand.

Analia moaned at the thought of Jimin and Yoongi watching them. "God, why does that turn me on so much?”

“They’re hot.” Lua murmured. "Both of them."

She leaned forward, grinding her hips down so that their clits pressed against each other. They moaned in unison.

“I know." Analia moaned. "Oh god, I know. Why does everything have to be so hot?”

Lua moaned in agreement. "I have no clue.”

There was something incredibly hot about sharing these shared thoughts. Like they weren’t the sole possessors of their own inner thoughts, but each other’s.

"God, you’re so wet." Analia moaned, her hands sliding down Lua’s back to grip her hips. "I need you closer."

“Closer?” Lua murmured, her hips picking up the pace, grinding herself against Analia’s clit.

“Closer.” Analia moaned, her hands holding Lua’s hips down firmly against her own. “Just like that.”

They moaned in unison, the friction and the pressure of their skin against each other was almost too much.

“We’re so wet.” Lua moaned. “Can you feel it?”

“I can.” Analia moaned, her fingers digging into Lua’s hips. "We’re making so much of a mess.”

“Messier the better.” Lua moaned. She shifted again, changing the angle of her hips so that the base of her clit pressed firmly against Analia’s.

"Oh god, yes.”

Their hips rocked together, creating a rhythm that was fast and intense. They moaned louder with each meeting of their hips.

“We’re gonna make each other cum like this.”

Analia moaned at the thought. “Yeah,” she moaned. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Their hips moved faster, their bodies slapping together as they chased after their own release. The intensity of their movements was almost too much. Their breaths came in quick gasps and moans as they ground their clits harder and harder against each other.

"Oh god, I’m getting close.” Analia moaned.

Lua moaned in response. She was getting close too. "Me too.”

They moaned and cried out in unison, their fingers digging into each other’s skin as they reached the edge.

“Oh F-fuck.” Analia moaned, digging her fingers into Lua’s hips.

"I’m gonna-” but before she could finish, the coil of pleasure that was building in Lua’s stomach broke.

She came with a powerful cry, her body shuddering against Analia’s as she came. The waves of pleasure that washed over her were intense. She could feel how wet she was as her clit kept twitching and clenching

“Oh god.” Analia moaned as she felt Lua’s orgasm. "You came so hard." She leaned forward to press her forehead against Lua’s shoulder.

Lua moaned breathless agreement, but her fingers still moved between them, seeking out Analia’s clit. “Now you.” She murmured, her breath hot on Analia’s ear.

Analia moaned loudly at the contact of Lua’s fingers and threw her head back in pleasure. “Oh god, yes,” she moaned, her hands clutching at Lua’s shoulders.

Lua moaned as she slid two fingers into Analia’s soaking folds. “So wet.” she murmured. "You’re so close, aren’t you?”

”So close.” Analia mewled. The pressure of Lua’s fingers and the roughness of her palm against her clit were pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Lua continued to move her fingers, trying to keep a steady pace while also trying to keep her own pleasure from clouding her mind.

“Come on,” she murmured. "Come for me. I know you can do it.”

Her fingers circled Analia’s clit. She could hear the wet noises as she worked her fingers inside of her, and her mouth watered at the sight of how soaked her fingers were.

“I’m close.” Analia moaned. “Oh god, I’m so close.”

Lua moaned, her fingers working faster at the sound of Analia’s moans, desperate to push her over the edge. "You know what I wish right now?” she murmured.

“What?” Analia moaned, her hips moving desperately against Lua's fingers. "What do you wish for?”

"I wish I had a toy to use on you.” Lua murmured. She twisted her fingers, pressing even closer and harder.

Analia moaned at the thought. "God, that would be good.”

Her voice was low and hoarse. She curled her fingers inside of Analia, her palm pressed firmly and circling her clit.

She murmured, “I wish I had one inside you right now, filling you and pushing up inside you. I wish I had another hand on your clit, getting you off faster."

Analia moaned at the thought, her entire body flushing. “That sounds amazing,” she panted. "I’d be so full."

“I know.” Lua murmured, her fingers moving faster as she pictured it. "You’d be so tight around it. We’d make a total mess.”

Analia moaned deeply at the thought. "Such a mess."

There was something so hot about knowing how desperate they both were. Lua moaned at the thought of it.

"I wish I had toys here." she murmured. "I’d use every one on you. And I would make sure Yoongi watched us."

That idea was too much. The visual of Yoongi watching them was the last straw for Analia. “Oh god,” she moaned, her body tightening up. “Oh god, Lua. I’m coming. I’m coming.” She gripped Lua’s shoulders tightly, her body arching against Lua’s fingers.

Lua moaned at the feeling of her fingers getting even wetter. The contractions of Analia’s body around her fingers was enough to make her clit throb.

“Good girl,” Lua murmured, holding her fingers still to prolong Analia’s orgasm. She could feel the heat spreading throughout her body.

“Oh my god,” Analia moaned, her body going lax beneath Lua’s touch. "That was incredible.”

They lay there for a moment, catching their breath and letting the pleasure course through their bodies.

After a moment, Analia turned her head to look at Lua. Their eyes met, and they shared a soft smile. There was a brief moment of silence before Analia spoke up.

“So…” she said, breaking the silence. “The boys.” Her tone was casual. "What are we going to say to them?"

Lua chuckled and shook her head. "Probably that we're a mess."

After a few more moments of silence, they both burst into laughter, realizing the craziness of what they had just done.

"They're going to hate us," Lua said through her giggles.

"Oh yeah, they're going to hate us," Analia agreed, still laughing.

Despite the inevitable consequences they might face, the girls couldn’t stop laughing. They collapsed back onto the bed, laughing and gasping for breath.

"They're going to hate us so much." Analia repeated, trying to catch her breath.

“So much.” Lua agreed, bursting into another fit of giggles.

As their laughter died down, they lay there in silence for another moment before Analia spoke up again.

"Hey, Lua?” she asked, her voice cautious.

Lua turned her head to look at Analia, raising an eyebrow in response. "Yeah baby?"

Analia bit her lip and took a deep breath before asking the question that had been on her mind all evening. "Was it just the sweets?"

Lua knew exactly what Analia was asking. "No," she admitted with a small smile. "It wasn’t just the sweets."

Analia let out a sigh of relief and grinned back at Lua. "Good,” she said. "Because I kind of want to do that again."

Lua chuckled. "You're not the only one." she said, shifting closer to Analia on the bed. "But maybe next time, no candy."

Analia giggled and nodding in agreement. "No candy," she agreed. "Just you, me and boys."

"Deal." Lua laughed.

You get out of bed, shrugging on a shirt as you make your way out of the bedroom. You hear movement coming from the kitchen, the unmistakable sound of cabinets opening and closing.

You pad into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway as you watch Namjoon moving around the kitchen, clearly on a mission. He's wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants, his bare back muscles flexing with his movements.

You watch him for a moment, admiring the view. Your eyes run down the expanse of his back, taking in the sight of his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, and the dimples in his lower back. He's sexy as hell, but there's also something undeniably domestic about the way he's moving around the kitchen, his hands working expertly.

He senses your presence after a minute, turning around to look at you. A lazy smile spreads across his face when he sees you, his eyes raking over your form. You watch as his gaze flicks down to the hem of your shirt, which barely covers your thighs. You can see the interest in his eyes as his eyes rake up your legs, lingering on the skin exposed by your bare legs.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmured.

You smile, pushing off the doorframe to walk over to him. “Hey,” you murmured, reaching up to loop your arms around his neck. “You’re up early.”

He smiles, placing his hands on your hips. His hands are warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. “So are you,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “I wasn’t expecting you to wake up this early.”

You hum, resting your forehead on his chest. You can feel his heart beating underneath your cheek. “Well, I woke up missing your big bear body next to me.” you murmured, your voice muffled against his chest.

He chuckles, his hands sliding down to cup your ass. He gives a light squeeze. “Sit, breakfast almost ready.” he murmured.

You pout, but you do as he says, pulling away from him to take a seat at the small kitchen table. You watch as he finishes up cooking, your eyes drinking in the sight of his bare chest. He moves around the kitchen with ease, seemingly unbothered by his state of undress. You can feel your mouth water at the sight of him, your eyes raking over his toned biceps and broad shoulders.

He finishes cooking a few minutes later, setting a plate of food in front of you. It’s a simple breakfast, bacon and eggs, but it looks delicious. He takes a seat across from you.

You dig in, savoring the taste. He watches you eat, a small smirk on his face. “Good?” he asked, taking a bite of his own food.

You nod, mouth full. “Mmm.” you hummed, giving him a thumbs up. He chuckles, reaching over to swipe at the corner of your lip.

“You’ve got a little...” he murmured, wiping off a drop of egg left on your chin. He brings his thumb up to his mouth, licking it clean. “Mm. Tasty.” he murmured.

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way his words send a rush of heat down your spine. “Shut up.” you grumbled. He just chuckled, a smug look on his face.

The two of you finish breakfast in relative silence. Occasionally, your feet will brush against his under the table, or your knees will knock together when you shift in your seat. You can feel the heat of his gaze on you the whole time, his eyes lingering on your legs, your thighs, the hem of your shirt. He’s practically devouring you with his eyes.

Once breakfast is finished, you stand up to put your dishes in the sink. But Namjoon stops you, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to him.

"Come here.'

You stumble forward, falling into his lap. You straddle him, your knees resting on either side of his hips. He’s still shirtless, his hands coming up to grip your hips. He's sitting tall in the chair, his legs spread, pulling you forward until you’re pressed snugly against him.

You can feel his hardness through his sweatpants, your bare thighs spread over his lap. He has you in a firm grip, his hands keeping you in place. Your hands come up to rest on his shoulders.

He’s looking at you, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. His hands slide down to cup your ass, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. You can feel heat flaring in your belly, your nerves prickling with anticipation. You can feel your wetness dampen your panties, the thin fabric of his sweatpants already wet with it. You shift in his lap, trying to get some friction. He lets out a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening.

His eyes flick down to your mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Could you move your underwear aside?" he murmured.

You nod, reaching between your legs to push your underwear to the side. Your hands shake a little, your fingers trembling with anticipation. He watches you, his eyes dark and fixed on your movements.

"Good girl." he murmured, his hands coming to grip your thighs. "Grind on me."

You lean forward to rest your hands on his chest, your nails digging into his skin. You lift your hips up slightly, using your grip on his shoulders as leverage. He holds you steady, his hands guiding your movements.

You lower your hips back down, grinding your clit against the outline of his cock through his sweatpants. You let out a soft moan at the sensation.

He lets out a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening. You can feel him twitch through his pants, his cock straining against the material of his sweatpants.

"God damn, sweetheart." he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Fuck."

You keep grinding against him, your hands digging into his shoulders. His hands slide up to grip your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"You’re dripping." he murmured, his hands moving your hips in slow circles against his groin. "I can feel how wet you are through my pants."

You nod, unable to form a coherent response. You can feel the roughness of the fabric of his pants against your clit as you grind against him.

He lets out a low moan, his hands guiding your movements.

"You’re soaked." he murmured.

You moan, your clit throbbing with need. "I’m so wet." you murmured.

He lets out a low chuckle, "Oh, I know."

He takes one of your hands in his, bringing it down between you and holding it flat against his pants.

"Feel how hard you make me?" he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Feel how bad I want you?"

You nod, your hand still pressed against his cock. You could feel how hard he was, the heat of his cock seeping through his sweatpants. You moaned, your legs trembling.

"I can feel it." you murmured.

He moves his hand over yours, his fingers interlacing with yours. He puts pressure against his cock, pushing your hand down against it.

He lets out a low groan, his hands moving to the waistband of his sweatpants. He pushes them down far enough to free his cock, letting out a sigh of relief as he does.

You moaned, feeling the friction of his fingers against his pants. "Fuck." you murmured, "Pull down."

He lets out a low groan, his hands moving to the waistband of his sweatpants. He pushes them down far enough to free his cock, letting out a sigh of relief as he does.

You can feel his bare cock against your clit, hot and hard. You moan, your legs shaky, your body needy. You started to grind against him again.

He lets out a low groan, his hands coming up to grip your hips again. He guides your movements, helping you rock back and forth on top of him. His fingers are digging into your skin, his grip tight. "Feels so good." he murmured, his breath hitching as you grinded your clit against his cock. "So soft."

You moaned, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder.

He lets out a low growl, his hands on your hips guiding you in slow circles. His hands slide up to your ass, squeezing your flesh as he moves you against him.

"Oh god." you moaned.

He lets out a rough exhale when you grind against him, his fingers digging into your flesh. His hands guide you to grind harder, your clit rubbing against his cock. He lets out a low, strangled moan, his head tilting back.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart." he murmured. "Just like that."

His hands tightened on your ass, helping you grind against him. You keep going, your hands gripping his shoulders as you grind harder against him. His breath is coming out in pants now, his hands holding your hips tightly.

Suddenly, he lets out a low curse, his eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck- slow down, honey.” he murmured, his hands stilling your movements.

You stop, your hands still holding onto his shoulders, trying to catch your breath. He’s still hard underneath you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath

"You’re driving me crazy." he murmured, his hands still holding your hips.

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, his breathing still uneven. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide with lust. He’s looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.

After a moment, he starts to speak again, his voice still rough.

"Get up." he murmured, gesturing towards the kitchen counter.

You stand up on shaky legs, your knees nearly giving out. He watches you, his eyes dark as you make your way towards the counter. He stands up, following you, his sweatpants still hanging low on his hips.

He follows you over to the kitchen counter, reaching out to grip your hips when you get to the counter. He turns you around, bending you over the counter. You put your hands on the counter to steady yourself, your legs still shaky.

You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, his hands running down your sides to the hem of your shirt. He yanks your shirt up, his hands running up your bare back.

You shiver at his touch, your muscles tensing. You arch your back instinctively, pushing your ass out towards him.

He lets out a low groan, his hands running down to grip your ass. He squeezes the soft flesh, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"God, look at this." he murmured, his voice rough. "So perfect."

You moan, shifting under his grip. His hands are warm against your skin.He gives your ass a light smack, the sound echoing through the kitchen.

He gives it another smack, a little harder this time. The sound is louder, echoing off the walls.

"Such a good girl." he murmured, his hands spreading your ass.

You moan again, pushing your ass out towards him. He lets out a low growl, his hands spreading your cheeks apart. He leans forward, pressing himself against you. You can feel his cock against your ass, still hard and leaking.

You moan again, your eyes fluttering shut. His hands are still on your cheeks, spreading you open. His knees nudge your legs apart, opening you up even more.

You hear the sound of him spitting, and then suddenly feel his fingers against your ass, covered in his saliva.”

"Ready for me?" he murmured, his fingers circling your hole.

You nod, your breath quickening. He’s still holding you open, his fingers pressing against your hole.

He lets out a low groan, removing his fingers to spit on your hole. You’re practically writhing under him, your legs spreading further apart. He guides his cock to your opening, the tip pressed against your hole

"Oh god." you moaned, your hands reaching for the edge of the counter,

He takes a deep breath before pushing in, his hands still spread out on your cheeks. You moan loud, your hands gripping the edge of the counter. He’s stretching you out, his cock filling up your hole.

The angle is almost too much, your legs shaking already. He’s only half way in, and you already feel so full. He lets out a low groan, his hands squeezing your ass.

"Holy hell." he murmured.

He pushes in slower, his hands still spread out on your cheeks. He’s stretched you out so good, the ache delicious. You’re moaning loudly, the sound echoing off the walls.

He pulls out slowly, his fingers digging into your cheeks. Then he pushes back in, his hips slapping against yours. You can feel his pelvis grind against your ass, his balls pressed against your clit.

"Fucking hell." you moaned, your legs shaking. You’re struggling to keep yourself upright.

He lets out a low groan, his hands moving to grip your hips. He sets a slow pace, pulling out and pushing back in. He pulls you back onto his cock with each stroke, the smack of his pelvis against yours filling the room.

He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against your ass. You’re struggling to hold yourself up, your hands gripping the edge of the counter.

You’re practically a babbling mess underneath him, your words coming out in moans and gasps.

He’s pounding into you now, his hips slamming against you with each stroke. You can feel him hitting that spot inside you, the one that makes you see stars.

Your legs are shaking, your toes curling against the cold tile. He’s hitting that spot with every stroke, your legs shaking harder and harder.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god-“ you moaned. "Oh god, I’m gonna come-“

He lets out a low groan, his hands gripping your hips tighter. “Come on, honey.” he murmured, his voice gruff. "Come for me."

You can feel it building up inside you, your legs shaking even more now. You’re so close, just on the verge of falling over the edge. “God, I’m so close-“ you moaned, your head falling forward onto the counter.

"Come on, sweetheart. Come for me." he murmured, his voice rougher now, his hips still slamming into you.

And then you’re coming. You scream, your hands fisting the edge of the countertop as you come around his cock. He follows right after you, cursing as he fills you up. Your legs give out, your knees hitting the ground.

His hands are on your waist, holding you up. He’s still inside you, his hips pressed against your ass. He lets out a low groan, his fingers digging into your skin. “Holy hell…” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

He stays that way for a moment, not moving. You can feel his chest heaving against your back, his body still pressed against yours. Finally, he pulls out, reaching down to pull your shirt back down. He turns you around to face him, his hands coming up to cup your face.

You’re practically panting, your legs still shaky. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He runs his hands down your sides, resting them on your hips.

“You okay?” he murmured, his thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Your legs are still shaking, your heart still pounding in your chest. You nod, your hands coming up to grip his arms.

His hands slide down to your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin. He lifts you up, sitting you on the counter.

He steps between your legs, his hands still on your thighs. He’s looking at you intently now, his eyes scanning your face. He reaches up to brush a strand of hair off your forehead, his fingers lingering for a moment.

"You sure you’re okay?" he murmured, his voice soft. "Shit, I am so sorry. I just.. Lost myself."

You nod, your hands still gripping his arms for stability. “I’m okay.” you murmured, your voice still breathy. You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure.

He lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away.” he murmured.

You let out a nervous laugh, feeling a little vulnerable still. “It’s okay.” you murmured. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. He’s still standing between your legs, his hands still on your thighs.

After a moment, he steps back, giving you a little space. He runs a hand through his hair, his gaze lingering on you. "God," he murmured, running a hand through his hair. "It must have been very painful."

You nod, wincing a little as you shift on the counter. He lets out a soft curse, his hands coming up to grip your hips to steady you.

"Sorry." he murmured, running a hand up and down your side. "Are you sore? Let me get you some ice or something."

You shake your head, putting a hand on his arm to stop him. "No, it’s okay." you murmured. "I’m okay."

He looks at you skeptically, his hands still gripping your hips. “You’re sure you’re okay?“ he murmured, his eyes scanning your face.

You nod, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. “I’m sure.” you murmured. “I’m okay.”

He lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing. “You’re sure that was...okay?” he asked, his voice softer. "It was our first.. anal?" he chuckled

You blush, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yeah." you murmured, "It was."

He lets out a small chuckle, his hands still on your hips. "And you’re fine?" he asked, his voice low.

You nod, reaching up to rest your hands on his shoulders. "I’m fine." you murmured. "Can we try again?"

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “You want to do it again?” he asked, his hands still on your hips.

You nod, biting your lip nervously. “Yeah.” you murmured. “I want to try again sometime."

He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh. "I'm fine." he grumbled, avoiding eye contact. But his demeanor suggested otherwise. You couldn't help but feel a pang of concern.

"You sure about that baby?" you prompted, placing a hand on his arm.

He glanced down at your hand on his arm, his expression softening a little. "Yeah, I'm just tired." he mumbled. But his tone was unconvincing. You didn't buy it, you knew something was off.

"Come here." you said gently. "Lets sit."

He hesitated for a moment before complying and following you to the living room. He slumped onto the couch, closing his eyes. You settled down next to him, the silence heavy between you. After a few moments of silence, you spoke up.

"Talk to me." you urged gently. "I can tell something is bothering you."

He opened his eyes, but still avoided your gaze. "It's nothing." he muttered, his voice tight. But his body language spoke otherwise. He was tense, his jaw clenched and his hands fisted in his lap.

You leaned a little closer, placing a hand on his thigh. "It doesn't seem like nothing." you pressed gently.

He tensed further at your touch, his jaw clenched even tighter. "It's just work, okay?" he snapped, finally looking at you. "It's been a hell of a week, that's all."

You flinched at his tone, taken aback by his sudden sharpness. But you quickly recovered, refusing to let him shut you out. "It's more than that." you stated firmly. "You've been distant, barely talking to me, not even touching me. Something is off."

His shoulders sagged at your words, his facade crumbling. "I'm just stressed, okay?" he muttered, running a hand through his hair again. "This art project is kicking my ass and I've barely had any time to rest or even think. I'm not ignoring you on purpose."

You softened at his words, understanding his situation. "I get it, work can be stressful." you empathized, squeezing his thigh. "But that doesn't give you the right to shut me out. We're partners, remember? We're supposed to lean on each other."

He rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. "I know, I know." he mumbled, sounding weary. "I'm sorry, I just...I've been trying to handle this art project on my own and it's been a nightmare. I didn't mean to shut you out, I was just trying to keep things under control."

You nodded, feeling a bit of relief at his explanation. "I understand, but you don't have to handle everything by yourself." you assured him. "We're in this together, remember?"

He finally met your eyes, his expression tired but softer now. "I know," he murmured. "I just...I didn't want to burden you with my problems."

You reached up to cup his face, your thumb grazing over his cheek. "You could never be a burden to me." you asserted softly. "You're supposed to be my rock, my partner."

His hand came up to cover yours, holding it against his face. "I am." he insisted, his voice gruff. "I'm just...going through a tough time right now."

You brushed your thumb over his cheekbone, trying to bring him some comfort. "You don't have to fight these battles alone." you reiterated, locking eyes with him. "You have me."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly. "I know." he murmured. "I just...I don't want to put all my problems on you. I want to be the one you lean on, not the other way around."

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "That's not how relationships work." you said gently. "We're supposed to lean on each other, support each other through the good times and the bad."

His eyes snapped open, a flicker of surprise in them. "You...you'd truly want to lean on me?" he asked, the vulnerability in his voice nearly breaking your heart.

"Of course." you replied, your hand still cupping his face. "We're supposed to be a team, remember?"

He let out a breath he had been holding, his hand tightening around yours. "A team." he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You scooted closer to him, reaching out your other hand to hold his. "That means you don't have to carry the weight alone." you said firmly.

He let out a deep sigh, the tension seeming to leave his body at your words. "You're right." he murmured, his fingers lacing with yours. "I don't know why I always try to handle everything on my own. It's just... it's easier than relying on someone else, you know?"

You shook your head, a small frown on your lips. "No, it's not easier." you countered gently. "It's harder. You're putting all the burden on yourself, and that's not fair to you or to me."

He looked at you then, a mix of guilt and vulnerability in his eyes. "I see that now." he murmured. "I guess I just... I don't want to disappoint you."

You sighed, your grip on his hands tightening. "You wouldn't disappoint me." you said, your voice soft but firm. "You're only human. We all make mistakes and have weak moments. But that's why we have each other, to lift each other up and be there for each other."

He was silent for a few moments, just looking at you. Then he squeezed your hands back. "You're right." he murmured. "You're so damn right."

You couldn't help but smile at his words. "I usually am." you teased gently. "But seriously, you don't have to deal with your problems alone. I'm here for you, always. You can lean on me, rely on me. We're in this together, remember?"

He let out a small laugh, a rare sight lately. "Of course you're always right." he said, a small smile on his lips. "I guess I've just been a bit too stubborn to admit it."

You squeezed his hands again, your thumb grazing over his knuckles. "It's okay to be stubborn." you said, a glint in your eyes. "As long as you're stubborn about one thing only."

His brows furrowed in confusion. "What one thing?" he asked, puzzled.

Your smile widened, your eyes locked with his. "About me being right all the time." you teased.

He let out another small laugh, shaking his head. "You're a cheeky brat." he muttered, a small smile lingering on his lips. "Thank you, baby."

Your heart swelled at his words, glad to have broken through his tough exterior. "You don't need to thank me." you murmured, bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles. "That's what partners are for."

He looked at you with soft eyes, his free hand reaching up to touch your face. "I'm sorry for shutting you out." he murmured.

You shook your head, reaching up to cover his hand with yours. "It's okay." you assured him. "Just...promise me you won't close me out again. I hate feeling like there are walls between us."

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. "I promise." he whispered.

You let out a sigh of relief, the tension draining out of you. "Good." you murmured, closing the small gap between your mouths. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

He responded immediately, his hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss. You moaned against his lips, your hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. The kiss was full of unspoken apologies and longing, your bodies pressing closer together.

The kiss became more intense, his hand tightening in your hair as he pulled you closer. You moaned into his mouth, your hands sliding down to grip his shirt. His other hand grabbed your thigh, hitching your leg over his lap. You could feel his growing arousal against your core. "Sit on my lab."

You moaned at his words, feeling a jolt of heat between your legs. You obeyed, straddling his lap, your legs spreading on either side of his thighs. You could feel his hardness beneath you, and you couldn't help but roll your hips against him.

He let out a groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Goddamn, baby." he gritted out, his hips bucking up into you. "You're driving me crazy."

You smirked, rocking your hips against him again. "Good." you murmured, your hands raking down his chest. "Because I missed you."

You settled yourself on your knees between his legs, looking up at him. He looked at you with heated eyes, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair. "Missed you too." he rasped out, his grip on your hair tightening.

You ran your hands up his inner thighs, grazing your nails against his skin. "I know I wasn't gone very long." you murmured, enjoying the way he writhed beneath your touch. "But it felt like forever."

His hands clenched in your hair, his breathing shallow. "It was." he grated out. "It definitely felt like forever."

You unbuckled his belt, your fingers grazing over his bulge. "You should have called." you murmured, undoing his pants. "I would have made it better."

He groaned, his hips lifting off the couch. "I didn't want to bother you." he murmured, his voice strained.

You slid his pants down, freeing his length. You moaned at the sight, the heat between your legs growing. "You could never bother me." you murmured, wrapping your hand around him.

He groaned, his hips bucking up into your touch. "I always feel like I'm bothering you with my problems." he murmured, his chest heaving.

You pumped his shaft, setting a slow and tight pace. "You aren't." you murmured, your eyes fixed on his face. "You're artist and you work long hours. I get it. But that doesn't mean I don't want to hear from you."

His hands twitched in your hair, his head falling back. "I know." he groaned. "I just didn't want to be that guy who's always dumping his problems on his girlfriend."

You squeezed him, applying just a bit more pressure. "You wouldn't be." you murmured, feeling him twitch in your hand. "I want you to talk to me when you're stressed, or tired, or angry. I want to be there for you."

He groaned again, his grip in your hair tightening. "I know." he murmured, hisvoice straining.

You leaned forward, your tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum pooling at his tip.

He moaned loudly, his hips canting up to meet your tongue. "Jesus, baby." he groaned, his eyes closing tightly. "Feels so good."

You moaned against him, the taste of him sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You took him deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip. He groaned again, his hands fisting in your hair. "Goddamn." he growled.

You moaned around him, the vibration adding to the pleasure. You bobbing your head up and down, taking him as deep as you could. He moaned your name, his hands twisting in your hair. "Baby, Jesus, baby." he groaned, his hips meeting your mouth halfway.

You moaned again, enjoying the way he lost control under your touch. You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him harder, your hands gripping his thighs. He moaned louder, his grip on your hair almost painfully tight. "God, baby, I'm close." he gasped out, his hips thrusting up into your mouth.

You moaned around him, taking him as deep as you could. You could feel him getting even harder in your mouth, his muscles tensing beneath your hands, pulling off him with a loud pop.

He groaned at the loss of contact, his eyes flying open to look at you. "Why'd you stop?" he groaned, his hands still tangled in your hair. "I was so close."

You smirked up at him, your hand still pumping him. "I know." you murmured, your thumb swirling over his sensitive tip. "But I want more."

His grip on your hair tightened, his eyes dark with desire. "What do you want?" he gritted out, his hips bucking into your hand.

You stood up, straddling his lap again, your hands sliding up his chest. "You." you murmured, your hands sliding around his neck. You leaned down, your nose running along the column of his neck. "I just need you."

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you closer. "You already have me." he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your hips

You moaned at his words, feeling a rush of affection for him. "But I want more." you murmured, your mouth ghosting over his neck. "I want all of you."

His hands skimmed up your sides, his fingers deftly unhooking your bra. "You have me, all of me." he said, his voice rough with emotion.

You shivered at his words, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you. "Promise?" you murmured, your hands running through his hair. "No more pushing me away?"

His hands slide up your back, pulling you even closer. "Promise." he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck. "I'll never shut you out again."

You allowed yourself to relax in his arms, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Good." you murmured, your hands running down his chest. "Because I don't like feeling like there are walls between us."

His hands moved down your back, to the waistband of your panties. "There won't be again." he murmured, his fingers hooking into the fabric. "Now let's get these off, yeah?"

You moaned at his words, feeling a shiver of anticipation run through you. "Yes please." you murmured, your hands reaching down to push at your panties. He took the cue, helping you out of the last remaining piece of clothing, leaving you completely bare before him.

He groaned at the sight of you, his eyes roving over your naked body. "God, you're so beautiful." he murmured, his hands running up your thighs. You could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he was drinking you in. "I've missed this."

You moaned at his words, feeling the heat between your legs grow. "Me too. Needed this." you murmured, your hands sliding down to unbutton his shirt.

He helped you with the buttons, his impatience clear as he practically ripped the shirt off his body. His hands immediately went to your hips again, his grip firm and possessiv.e "Need you, baby." he murmured, his hands moving down to grip your ass. "Need to feel you."

You moaned at his words, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. "Yeah?" you murmured, your hands running down his chest. “You want me?”

His hands squeezed your ass, pulling you even closer. "Yes." he growled. "Ride me."

You moaned at his demand, feeling a shiver run down your spine. "Yes sir." you murmured, your hands bracing on his shoulders. You lifted yourself up, positioning yourself over his cock. You moaned again as you sank down onto him, feeling him stretch you out. You began to ride him, your movements slow and steady at first.

He groaned at your movement, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "God, baby." he moaned, his eyes locked on yours. "Turn around, let me hold you."

You moaned at his words, feeling another jolt of desire shoot through you. You did as he asked, turning around on his lap and facing away from him. You could feel his chest against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist.

He held you close, his mouth finding the sensitive spot behind your ear. "That's better." he murmured, his hands spreading out across your stomach. "I can hold you like this."

You moaned, feeling a shiver of pleasure at his touch. "You can hold me however you want." you murmured, your hands covering his. You leaned back into him, feeling completely surrounded by him.

He moaned at your words, his grip on your waist tightening. "Good." he murmured, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. "I'm not letting go."

You moaned as he touched you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. "You better not." you murmured, your legs spreading wider.

He moaned at the feel of your legs spreading, his hands toying with your nipples. "Oh, I won't." he murmured, his mouth wandering down your neck. "Not now, not ever."

You moaned at his words, feeling a sense of relief mixed with desire. "Good." you murmured, your hands reaching back to tangle in his hair. "Now shut up and fuck me."

He moaned at your words, feeling his own impatience rising. "Gladly." he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. He lifted you slightly, angling you just right. Then he thrust into you, hard and fast.

You moaned at the sudden intrusion, feeling a burst of pleasure as he filled you. "Oh god." you gasped, your fingers clutching at his hair.

He groaned as he bottomed out inside you, the sensation of your tightness overwhelming. "God damn." he rasped out, his fingers digging into your hips. "You feel so good."

You moaned in agreement, pushing back against him. "So do you.” you gasped out, your back arched against his chest.

He moaned at your words, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. He spread your legs wider, giving himself more room to move. He began to thrust into you, building up a steady pace.

You moaned with each thrust, your body feeling like it was on fire. "Oh god." you managed to gasp out. "Faster. Please, faster."

He moaned in response, his fingers digging into your skin. “Faster?” he gritted out, his grip tightening on your thighs. “You want faster?”

You moaned, nodding your head eagerly. "Yes, please. Faster." you panted out, your hands clawing at his legs.

He groaned, picking up the pace. "You want me to go faster?" he repeated, his voice low and rough. "You want me to pound you harder?"

You moaned louder, your body trembling with need. "Yes!" you cried out, your body meeting his thrusts. "Please, please harder."

He groaned, complying with your request. He thrust into you with more force, his hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises.

You moaned, feeling the pleasure build inside you. “Oh god, yes.” you moaned out, your body starting to shake. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

He moaned in response, his hands sliding up to grip your hips. He gripped you tighter, using you to drive himself even deeper inside you. "You're so loud." he groaned out, the sound muffled against your neck.

You moaned louder, the comment making you even more turned on. "Can't help it.” you moaned out, your hands grasping behind you for something to hold onto.

He chuckled, his hands sliding up to your hands. He threaded his fingers through yours, holding your hands tightly. "I am here. I got you baby." he murmured.

You moaned at his words, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you. “Good.” you murmured, holding onto his hands tightly. “Don’t let go.”

He groaned, his hands tightening around yours. "Never." he rasped out, his hips continuing to pump into you. "Not even for a second."

You moaned, feeling the tension building inside you. "I'm close." you moaned out, your body starting to shake. "Oh god, I'm close."

He moaned in response, his own body starting to tense up. "Yeah?" he asked

You moaned, your body teetering on the edge. "Yes." you panted out, your grip on his hands tightening. "So close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

He moaned, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “I won’t, baby. I’m close too.” he murmured, his thrusts accelerating. "Come with me."

You moaned loudly, hearing those words sending you over the edge. "Oh god." you moaned out, your body going tense. “Oh god, I'm coming."

He moaned, feeling you come undone around him. His movements turned erratic as he chased his own release.

You moaned, feeling him get even rougher with you. "Oh my god." you moaned out, feeling him bury his face in your neck. “Oh my god, that’s it, come for me baby. "

He groaned, his hands squeezing yours tightly. "Jesus, baby." he rasped out, his movements becoming even rougher. "Fuck, I'm close."

You moaned, feeling him reaching his limit. "Come for me." you begged him. "Fuck, breed me. Make me mother."

He moaned at your words, his body tense with the effort. "Oh god, baby." he groaned out, his hips snapping forward frantically. "So close, so close. You want me to fill you up?"

You moaned, the idea turning you on even more. “Yes. Yes. Please.” you begged, feeling him get even harder inside you. "I want your baby.”

He moaned, the idea of making you a mother driving him even crazier. "You want to be my baby mama?” he growled out, his hips smacking against your ass with each thrust. "You want me to put my baby in you?”

You moaned, the idea making you even more wet. "Yes. Yes. Please. Please." you moaned out, your legs shaking in pleasure.

He groaned, your begging sending him over the edge. "Oh god, baby. I'm gonna come." he moaned out, his movements quickening. "I'm gonna come so hard. You ready for it?"

You moaned, feeling his words spark something deep within you. "Yes. Yes. Please, give it to me." you begged, your body tensing up in anticipation.

He moaned, his body tense with the effort. "Here it comes." he groaned out, his grip on your hands tightening. "Take it all."

You moaned, your body ready to take every drop. “Fill me up." you moaned, feeling him reach that final peak. "Give me your baby."

He moaned, his body trembling with the force of his release. "Oh god, baby." he moaned out, his grip on your hands still tight. "I’m coming. I’m coming so hard."

You moaned, feeling him spill inside you. "Oh god, I can feel it." you moaned, your body taking everything he had to give. "You're filling me up so good."

He moaned, still buried deep inside you. He held you tight, his chest heaving against your back. "Stay still please.." he murmured in your ear.

You moaned, doing as you were told and staying still on his lap. "Okay." you murmured back, your body still twitching with aftershocks.

He moaned, still holding you close. "Just a few more seconds." he murmured, his hands still holding yours. "God, you feel so good."

You moaned, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. "You feel good too." you murmured back, your body starting to relax into him.

He moaned, slowly coming down from his high. "God, that was amazing." he murmured, his grip on your hands slowly releasing. He placed a soft kiss on your neck, still holding you against his chest.

You leaned back against him, still feeling full with him inside you. "Yeah, it was." you murmured

He running a hand down your body. "You're amazing." he murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "Thank you."

You smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you. "You’re welcome." you murmured back, turning your head to give him a small smile. He returned the smile, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He pulled out of you, causing a small moan to escape your lips. He held you close, still holding your hands. "Turn around baby."

You did as he said, turning around in his lap to face him. He looked at you, his eyes scanning your face.

He brought a hand up to your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip. He traced over the little freckle on your chin, his fingers dancing across your skin.

You looked at him, feeling a little self-conscious with him staring at you like that. “What?" you asked with a small laugh.

He smiled at you, his eyes softening as he continued to explore your face with his fingers. "Were you serious about having a baby, or did you just say that?"

You felt a flutter in your stomach at his question. "I was serious." you said quietly. "But only if you were serious too."

His eyes never left yours. "I was serious." he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest at the back of your neck.

You felt a jolt of excitement at his words. "Really?" you asked, your voice softer than before. "You want to have a baby with me?"

He gave you a small nod, his fingers playing with the hairs at the back of your neck. "Yes." he said. "I want to have a family with you."

You couldn’t contain a small gasp, your eyes getting wide with shock and disbelief. "You're serious." you repeated, your mind already running with possibilities.

He chuckled at your reaction, his fingers still playing with your hair. "More serious than I've ever been about anything." he murmured. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and that means building a family together."

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face, your excitement growing by the second. "I can't believe this is happening." you breathed out, shaking your head in disbelief. "But I want it. More than anything."

He grinned at you, his grip on the back of your neck tightening. "Good." he murmured. "Because so do I. I want to have babies with you. I want to watch you swell with my child. I want to see you become a mother."

You blushed at his words, feeling a rush of emotion at the thought of carrying his child inside of you. "I want that too." you whispered, your hands reaching up to touch his chest. “I want to be the mother of your babies.”

He groaned at your words, his grip on your neck tightening even more. "Yeah?" he murmured, bringing his other hand up to rest on top of your hand on his chest. "You want to carry my children?"

You nodded eagerly. "Yes." you murmured. "I want that more than anything."

He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "You'll look so beautiful pregnant." he murmured, his hands running down to your waist. "So full and round."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, your hands tightening on his chest. "I can't wait." you whispered, your heart racing at the thought. "I want it so bad."

He leaned in even closer, his mouth hovering just above yours. "You'll be such a good mother." he murmured. "I love you baby mama."

A small laugh escaped your lips at the nickname, your heart swelling with love for him. "I love you too, baby daddy." you murmured back, feeling completely giddy inside.

He smiled at your response, his hands moving to hold your waist. "You're so cute." he murmured, his lips grazing just above yours. "You're going to make me the happiest man alive."

You couldn't help but grin up at him, feeling like your heart could burst with happiness. "I can't wait to start our family." you murmured, your hands sliding up to hold his face.

He closed the distance between you, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. "Me too." he murmured.

weeks later.

He looked up from his laptop, a small smile gracing his lips when he saw you. "Hey beautiful." he said, closing the laptop and setting it on the coffee table.

You crawled into his lap, straddling his waist as you looped your arms around his neck. "The period app says today is a good day to try for a baby." you murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to his neck.

He moaned at your kisses, his hands automatically coming up to settle on your hips. "Oh yeah?" he murmured, his grip on your hips tightening. "That so?"

You hummed in response, nodding your head. "Mhm." you murmured, still pressing kisses along his neck. "Perfect timing."

He tilting his head to give you better access to his neck. You took advantage of his gesture, trailing your lips up to his jaw. "So what do you say, baby daddy?" you murmured in his ear. "Do you wanna fuck me and put some babies in my pussy?"

He groaned at your words, his hands squeezing your hips. "Goddamn." he muttered, his hips twitching up against yours. "You can’t just say things like that."

You smirked, running your hands through his hair. "Why not?" you murmured, grinding down against his growing bulge. "You know you like when I talk dirty to you."

He moaned, his hands moving to grip your ass. "I do." he murmured, his hands squeezing your ass. "Fuck, I definitely do."

You moaned at his actions, your hands tangling in his hair. "And you know what else I like?” you purred, rolling your hips against him. "Feeling you coming inside me."

He groaned again, his hands guiding your hips in their movements. "Yeah?" he murmured, his fingers digging into your ass. "You like when I come inside you?”

You moaned, nodding your head. "I love it." you murmured, your hips picking up the pace. "Love the feeling of you filling me up, it's so warm, thick.. Delicious."

He groaned again, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "God baby." he muttered, his hips starting to meet your movements. "You're gonna kill me."

You leaned in closer, your mouth hovering beside his ear. "Bedroom." you murmured, your tongue darting out to flick his earlobe. "Fuck me, please."

He moaned, his hands moving to grip your thighs. "Okay, hold on." he murmured, standing up with you in his arms.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto his neck as he carried you upstairs to the bedroom. He pushed the bedroom door open with his foot, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He carried you to the bed, setting you down on the mattress. He stood at the end of the bed, looking down at you with a heated gaze.

You looked up at him, your heart racing in anticipation. "Come here." you murmured, beckoning him forward with a crook of your finger.

He obeyed, crawling onto the bed and settling between your legs. He leaned down, pressing his body against yours.

You moaned at the feeling of his weight on top of you, your hands running up his back to tangle in his hair. "Hi daddy." you murmured, arching your neck to press a kiss to his jaw.

He moaned at your words, his hands running down your sides to grip your hips. "Hi baby." he murmured, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

You moaned at his touch, your hands pulling at his shirt. "Take this off." you murmured, pushing at his shirt.

He sat up on his knees, reaching behind his head to pull off his shirt. He tossed it to the side before leaning back down to hover above you. "Happy now?" he murmured.

You moaned at the sight of his bare chest, your hands reaching out to touch him. "Very." you murmured, running your hands up his chest.

He shivered at your touch, his hands reaching for the waistband of your pants. "Lift your hips." he murmured, his fingers hooking into your waistband.

You obliged, lifting your hips off the bed. He quickly tugged your pants off. He sat back on his knees again.

"No underwear?" he murmured.

You shook your head, spreading your legs for him. "I've been thinking about this all day." you murmured, running your hands up and down your thighs.

He groaned, his hands running up your inner thighs. "Yeah?" he murmured. "You been thinking about me all day?"

You moaned, nodding your head. "Every minute." you murmured.

He moaned, his hands reaching your aching core. "And what were you thinking about, hm?"

You moaned again, your hands moving up to your breasts. "You, baby." you murmured, squeezing your breasts. "I've been thinking about you all day, fucking me.."

He groaned, his fingers delving between your folds. "Oh yeah?" he murmured, his fingers spreading your folds apart. "Tell me."

You moaned, your fingers working your nipples. "I've been thinking about how good you feel inside me." you murmured, two of your fingers finding your clit. "Thinking about how your cock feels spreading me open, stretching me out."

"Let me do it." he murmured, his fingers sliding down to your entrance. "Do I feel good?"

You moaned as his fingers slid into you, your fingers moving out of the way. "Yes." you murmured. "So good."

He sliding his fingers in and out of you. "Tell me more." he murmured.

You moaned, your fingers playing with your nipples "Your fingers feel so good inside me." you murmured. "But they're not as good as your cock."

His fingers picking up the pace. "You want my cock?" he murmured, his free hand reaching down to unbuckle his pants.

You moaned, nodding your head. "Yes, I need you." you murmured, watching him unbuckle his pants.

He pulled down his pants and briefs, his cock springing free. "You need me, baby?" he murmured, wrapping a hand around his girth.

"So bad, baby." you moaned, your eyes fixed on his hand.

He moaned, stroking himself. "You want me to give you this?" he murmured. "You want me to give you babies?"

You moaned, nodding your head. "Please, give me babies." you murmured, spreading your legs wider.

He moaned, positioning himself between your legs. "Yeah?" he murmured, running the tip of his cock through your folds. "You want me to put a baby in you, baby?"

You moaned, reaching down to grab his hip. "Yes. Please, baby. Please give me a baby." you murmured, trying to pull him closer.

He teasing you with the head of his cock. "You want me to breed you?"

"Yes, yes." you moaned, circling your hips to try and get him to slide in. "Please, breed me. I want you to fill me up."

He groaned, his grip on your hip tightening. "You want this?" he murmured, finally finally pressing into you.

You moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist. "I want it." you moaned, "I want you so bad."

He moaned, his hands grabbing your hips. "This what you wanted, baby?" he murmured, his hips starting to move.

You moaned, nodding. "Yes." you murmured, sliding your hands up to grab at his shoulders.

He moaned, his hands on your hips. "You feel so good, baby." he murmured, his hips picking up the pace. "Fuck, Is there a correct position for a baby?"

You moaned as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into you. "I don't know." you murmured, your hands sliding to his back. "Is there? We should look. Give my phone."

He moaned, slowing his hips. "Where is it?" he murmured, looking down at you.

You pointed to the nightstand. "Top drawer." you murmured.

He lifted up, reaching over to the nightstand. He rummaged through the drawer until he found the phone. And he started to looking.

You moaned, taking the opportunity to take in his handsome face. "You're so handsome, sexy.." you murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

He moaned at your compliment, his focus still on the phone in his hand. "Shh." he murmured, his fingers scrolling through the phone.

You closed your mouth, still running your fingers through his hair. "Find anything?" you murmured, peering up at him.

He hummed, finally finding what he was looking for. "Yeah. Says here that missionary is the most optimal position."

You nodded, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. "Well then missionary it is." you murmured, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

He turned off the phone and tossed it aside, closing the drawer. He leaned back down over you, his hands on either side of your head. He looked down at you, a small smile pulling at his lips. "You're so patient, baby girl." he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You melted at his words, feeling a wave of affection wash over you. "I'm willing to wait, baby daddy." you murmured, running your hands up his back.

His arms wrapping around you, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck. You moaned, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. "That feels so good." you murmured, your hands sliding up into his hair.

He murmured against your skin, his hands running up and down your back. He pressed a final kiss to your neck before lifting his head to look down at you. He stared down at you for a long moment, his hands trailing back down to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. "I love you so much." he murmured. "I'm so lucky to have you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, gazing up at him with adoration. "I love you too." you murmured, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "And I'm lucky to have you."

His lips curled into a small smile. "You think so?" he murmured, his hands sliding down to settle on your legs. "Wrap your legs around my waits baby."

You hummed, complying with his request and wrapping your legs around his waits. "I know so." you murmured, locking your ankles behind his back.

He moaned, feeling you locked around him. "There you go my beautiful baby." he murmured, his hands grabbing your hips in a tight grip.

"This feels good." you murmured, holding onto his shoulders.

He nodding his head. "Yeah." he murmured, his hips pressing against yours. "It does."

You moaned at the intimate contact, pulling him in closer. "I like how close I feel to you like this." you murmured, your hands running up his arms.

"Me too." he murmured, his fingers digging hard into your hips. "Nothing between us but skin."

"Exactly." you murmured, running your hands up his shoulders to his hair. "Just us, no barriers, please move."

He moaned at your plea, his hips rolling against yours. He leaned his forehead down to rest against yours, his eyes locked on yours. "Just us." he murmured, his hands sliding up to rest on your waist. "Nothing between us."

You moaned, feeling his hands burn into your waist. "Just like this forever." you murmured, scratching lightly at the back of his neck. “You and me.”

He moaned, his grip on your waist tightening. "Just you and me for forever." he murmured, a small smile pulling at his lips. "I love you so goddamn much."

You felt your heart swell, returning his smile. "I love you more." you murmured, pulling on his neck to bring his mouth down to meet yours. You moaned as his lips brushed across your neck, the warm feeling spreading throughout your body.

He moaned at the contact, his mouth trailing hot kisses along your neck, his hips picking up the pace.

You moaned, arching your back to press yourself more firmly against him. "Oh god, Jimin." you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair.

He moaned at your moan, nipping at your neck, his hands pulling your legs higher around his waist.

You moaned at his actions, feeling the tension building deep inside you. "Oh fuck..." you panted out, scraping your nails across his shoulders.

He moaned at your nails, his hips snapping into you harder. "God, I love the way you sound, baby." he panted out.

"I love the way you make me feel." you moaned, feeling every inch of him. "I'm close."

He moaned at your words, his movements becoming more desperate. "Me too." he moaned out, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck.

"You're making me lose my mind." you moaned, feeling the pleasure mount. "Oh my fucking god."

His hips slammed into you harder, his grip on your waist turning bruising. "Lose yourself, baby." he moaned out, his lips claiming yours in a desperate kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands grabbing at his back. "God, I'm gonna- I'm gonna-" you moaned out, your body tensing up.

He moaned, his body working hard to prolong the moment, his hands holding you tightly against him. "I know baby, me too. So close." he moaned out, his hips grinding down against yours.

Your body began to tense up as your orgasm started to build, your moans turning more desperate. "Oh god, please. Please, please." you moaned out, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He moaned, his hands tight on your hips, his hips working hard to keep that control. "Hold on, baby." he moaned out, his own breathing becoming more ragged. "Just a little longer."

You moaned, holding onto him tightly. "I can't hold on much longer." you panted out, your body on the brink of release.

He moaned, his hips moving faster. "I know, baby. I know." he moaned out, his hands holding you even tighter. "Come with me, together okay?"

You moaned, nodding your head. "Y-yes." you moaned out, teetering on the edge. "Please. Together."

He moaned, his body working towards the edge, his hands holding your hips against his. "Fuck fuck..." he moaned out, his thrusts getting harder.

You moaned, the pleasure building within you reaching its peak. "Oh god,Jimin." you moaned out, your hands pulling on his hair.

He moaned, his body reaching the edge. "Come with me, baby." he moaned out, his hands on your hips, holding you firmly against him.

You moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure coursing through your body. "Oh my god, I'm coming!" you moaned out, your body tensing up.

Your name fell from his lips in a low groan as he buried his face in your neck, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. His hips continue to grind against yours, prolonging the moment as he follows you over the edge.

He moaned, his body collapsing on top of you, his breaths coming in quick succession against your neck. You moaned, your hands running up and down his back, your own breaths coming in shaky pants.

"Stay like this." you murmured.

He nodded, his body still on top of yours.

"As long as I don't crush you, sure." he murmured back, his face still buried in your neck.

You chuckled, your arms holding him close.

"I don't mind being crushed by you." you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

"Good." he murmured back, finally lifting his head up to look down at you. He stared down at you for a moment, his eyes roving over your face before they fixed on your eyes. His fingers brushed away a strand of hair from your face, his gaze softening.

"You're beautiful." he murmured, his thumb grazing gently over your cheek.

You couldn't help but smile up at him, feeling your heart swell at the sight of his gentle gesture, bringing a hand up to brush a strand of hair away from his forehead.

He returned your smile, his eyes softening even more. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his hands gently running through your hair.

You moaned at the feeling of his lips on your forehead, closing your eyes and basking in the moment. You brought your hands up to cup his face, and when you opened your eyes, you found him already staring down at you.

"What're you thinking about?" you murmured, still running your fingers through his hair.

He hummed, lowering his head down to press soft kisses to your neck.

"Just you." he murmured against your skin. He pressed one last kiss to your neck before lifting his head back up to look at you.

"And the fact that you look like a goddess right now. Which is unfair, by the way."

You let out a small laugh, feeling your heart flutter at his words.

"Thank you baby." you murmured back, still running your fingers through his hair.

He hummed, his hands gently running up and down your sides.

"You're welcome." he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. "According to the app, when should you try again?" he smiled.

You chuckled again. "It said to try for the next three days." you murmured against his skin.

He lifted his head up to look at you, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Oh really." he murmured. "Then I guess we'll just have to keep trying, won't we."

You couldn't help but giggle, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the implication in his words.

"Looks like it." you murmured back, tilting your head back to look up at him. "I love you."

Jimin's expression softened at your words, his hand moving up to gently cup your cheek.

"I love you too." he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You moaned, melting into the kiss. Your hands moved to hold onto his waist, keeping him close. When he finally pull out, you couldn't help but let out a small whine at the loss of contact, making him chuckled softly.

He chuckled, a fond smile spreading across his face.

"Don't worry baby, I'm not going anywhere." he murmured, his hands sliding down to clasp your hands. "But we need a shower."

You couldn't help but agree, feeling the stickiness between your legs. You giggled, nodding your head.

"You're right." you murmured, feeling a mix of tiredness and contentment running through your body. "Carry me to the bathroom?"

He chuckled, shifting so he was sitting up while still holding onto your hands. He leaned back, pulling you into a sitting position in front of him.

"Of course, princess." he murmured, his hands moving to wrap around your back. He leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to your nose before lifting you into his arms.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of heat at the way he picked you up so easily, wrapping your arms and legs around him to hold on tightly. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of him.

He held onto you, securely holding you against him as he stood up from the bed. He carried you across the room towards the bathroom, his grip on you unwavering.

"I've got you." he murmured, his voice soft and steady.

He walked you into the bathroom, turning the shower on before setting you down gently on the counter.

You sat on the counter, feeling the cool surface beneath you as he turned on the shower. You watched him as he moved around the bathroom, he rummaged through a cabinet.

He rummaged through the cabinet, pulling out a few towels and placing them within arm's reach. He then moved back to you, coming to stand between your legs. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, his thumbs grazing over your sensitive area.

"You feeling okay?" he murmured, his eyes locked on yours.

You shivered at the touch, feeling a mixture of pleasure and sensitivity. You nodded your head, reaching out to grab onto his waist to keep him close.

"Yeah." you murmured back, feeling a surge of heat run through you at his touch. "Just sensitive."

He couldn't help but smirk at your response, his hands continuing to roam over your legs.

"You always get so sensitive after we have sex." he murmured, his fingers grazing closer to your core.

You moaned, feeling his fingers getting closer to your core. You squeezed his waist, trying to bring him closer.

He chuckled at your response, his fingers finally reaching your core. He ran his fingers through your folds, feeling the wetness that was still there.

"You're still so wet for me." he murmured, his voice low and raspy. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck. "Please open your legs."

You moaned again, your legs automatically spreading wider for him. You leaned back against the mirror, feeling the cool surface on your back.

"Let me taste you." he murmured. "Do you wanna it?"

You moaned again, feeling a rush of excitement at his words.

"Yes, please." you murmured back, your fingers tangling in his hair. "I want it."

He moaned at your plea, his hands hooking under your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the counter. He knelt down in front of you, his hands spreading your legs wider.

"So swollen." he murmured. "So pink."

His words sent a rush of heat through you, and you moaned again, your hands tightening in his hair.

"Let me clean it for you." he murmured and kissed your clit very softly.

You moaned loudly, feeling his tongue pressed against your clit. Your legs trembled on reflex, your hands holding onto his head. You looked down at him, watching him

He moaned against your clit, his hands coming to rest on your thighs. He flicked his tongue against you teasingly, looking up at you through hooded eyes.

"You taste divine." he murmured, before flattening his tongue against you and lapping at your clit with broad strokes.

You moaned again, feeling his tongue against your clit. You threw your head back, your hands pulling on his hair.

"Oh god." you panted out. "You look so good down there."

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips sealed around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You moaned loudly, the sensation overwhelming you. You watched him. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around your clit. His eyes stayed locked on yours, his hands squeezing your thighs.

You moaned his name, feeling the pleasure building. You gripped his hair tightly, your head thrown back. There was something about the way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

He moaned against your clit, his hands sliding up to your waist. He pulled away for a moment, his breathing heavy.

"You good baby?" he murmured.

You took a second to catch your breath, running your fingers through his hair.

"Yeah." you murmured back.

He looked up at you, resting his chin on your thigh.

"You look absolutely stunning. I can't take my eyes off you." he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh.

You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. He rested his head on your thigh, looking up at you with a small smile.

"And you taste even better." he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your thigh. "Let's make you come again, and we can take a shower okay?"

"Yeah, that sounds perfect." You murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

He pressed one more soft kiss to your thigh before licking your clit. You moaned again, feeling his tongue back on your clit. Your legs trembled on reflex. He started to lick you faster, his tongue working to bring you back to the edge. You leaned back on your hands, spreading your legs wider for him.

His hands gripping your thighs tighter as he ate you out hungrily. He felt you tensing up, and he knew you were close. He wanted to hear that heavenly moan again.

You moaned loudly, feeling yourself getting close. Your hands tangled in his hair, your body starting to tense up.

"I love having your scent spread across my face." he murmured.

His words drove you crazy, and you moaned louder. You reached down and placed your fingers on his chin, lifting it up so he would look at you.

"Lock your legs around my head baby." he murmured.

You moaned again, spreading your legs wider and locking them around his head. He moaned against your clit, his hands holding your hips. "Good girl." he murmured, his tongue exploring every bit of you. "Grind against me."

You moaned again, beginning to grind your hips against his face. Your legs locked tighter around his head.

He wanted you to take control, wanted you to use him for your own pleasure. "Use me." he murmured, his hands squeezing your hips.

Your moans grew louder as you ground your hips against his face. You looked down, catching his eyes, his mouth still on you.

"Come baby, come all over my face." he murmured.

You moaned loudly, feeling the orgasm build. You leaned back on the counter, your back arching. You looked down, still meeting his eyes. He moaned again, feeling your taste spread across his face. He pulled you even closer.

He sucked harder, wanting to hear those delicious whines and moans. His hands gripped your hip harder. He was enjoying this way too much.

Your legs started to shake, your stomach clenching. Your hand rached up to grab your boobs and squeezing them.

He moaned at the sight, his hands moving off your hips to reach up and grab your hands. He laced his fingers with yours, holding your hands there.

You moaned again, feeling him holding your hands on your breast. It was so intimate.

"Let me feel you. Don't hold back, baby." he murmured, his mouth still on you.

You moaned again, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. You tugged on his hair to get his attention.

"Baby I'm close." you moaned out.

He kept his pace, his hands holding yours. "Come, baby." he murmured, his words muffled by your clit. "I want you to come for me. On my face." he urged.

You moaned again, your toes clenching. feeling your orgasm building. You looked down at him, his dark eyes staring up at you as his mouth worked you. That was enough to send you over the edge. You moaned loudly as you came.

He moaned as he felt you come, his mouth still on you. He swallowed your orgasm eagerly. He pulled away for a moment, looking up at you and holding your hands.

"Good God, woman." he murmured in a low, hoarsi tone. "You taste like dessert."

You were breathless, your body still shaking, trying to regain your bearings.

"Oh my fucking god" you murmured, running your fingers through his hair. "Come here." you murmured, pulling him up by his hair. "Kiss me, kiss me."

He obeyed, standing up and pressing his body against yours. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily, his hands on your waist. He moaned into the kiss, his mouth still tasting like you. You kissed him back eagerly, tasting yourself on his lips.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands moved up to tangle in your hair, holding you in place.

You moaned, sliding your hands up to his shoulder, clutching him tightly. You pulled away slightly to catch your breath, still feeling a bit dazed.

He rested his forehead against yours, also trying to catch his breath. His hands were still holding your waist.

"Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice soft and still a bit hoarse.

You took a moment to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling.

"Yeah, I am." you murmured back. "Fuck."

He chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He moved his hands up to gently cup your face.

"Tomorrow again?" he murmured.

You leaned into his touch, a small smile spreading across your face.

"Definitely." you murmured back.

He pressed another soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away slightly. He still had his hands on your waist.

"Good." he murmured back. "Now let's actually shower, before you drive me crazier than you already have."

next day.

It was Sunday evening, and Jimin had just stepped out of the shower. He toweled off his hair and slipped on a pair of sweatpants, leaving his chest bare. He took a moment to appreciate himself in the mirror, running his fingers over a pair of dimples in his lower back. Satisfied, he made his way out of the bathroom.

"Hi baby. " he murmured, approaching the bedroom. "I thought we could order jjajangmyeon- whoa."

You had been waiting for him in the bedroom, but you weren't just lying there. You were in a black lace lingerie set that emphasized your curves. Your hands were behind your back, as if you were preparing to show him something. As soon as he saw you, he froze in his tracks, his eyes raking over you. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Hi baby.' you murmured and smiled.

His jaw dropped as he took in the sight of you.

"H-hi." he managed to choke out. His eyes roved over you, taking in the lace that clung to your curves perfectly.

You could feel his eyes on you, and it made you feel powerful. Your legs slightly parted. His eyes instantly darted down to your legs. He swallowed hard. You noticed how his gaze was glued to your legs. You leaned back on your hands slightly, giving him a better view.

His eyes stayed locked on your legs, his gaze hungry. "God, you're gorgeous." he murmured.

His words sent a shiver down your spine.

"Yeah?" you murmured back, running your hands over your boobs.

His breath caught in his chest as he watched you touch yourself. "Yeah." he rasped out.

His reaction made you feel even more turned on. You couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Come here." you murmured.

He didn't have to be told twice. He was moving and standing in front of you within seconds. You reached out and brushed his sweatpants.

"Take these off." you murmured, not looking away from his eyes.

His chest was rising and falling heavily. He didn't have to be told twice. He quickly pushed his sweatpants down, stepping out of them. He was already growing rock hard.

Your eyes widened as you saw his growing erection through his black briefs. You slid to the end of the end, looking up at his towering over you. You ran your hands over his thighs.

"You're so hard." you murmured.

His body tensed as you ran your hands over his thighs. He swallowed hard.

"You're making this very hard." he murmured back.

Your hands moved closer to the hem of his briefs.

"Then maybe I should make this easy for you." you murmured, hooking your fingers into his waistband.

His breath hitched as you played with his waistband.

"Please." he murmured desperately.

You bit your lip, sliding his underwear down his legs and tossing them aside. Now he was completely naked in front of you.

"Mmm, there you go." you murmured, looking up at him. "Can I suck you off first baby daddy? And after then you can fuck me, really hard."

His heart was pounding in his chest. "God, yes." he rasped out, his voice hoarse.

You moaned, feeling him grow harder in your hand. You leaned in, running your tongue over the head of his dick.

"You look so good." you murmured, looking up at him. You gave his head a soft, kitten lick. "I need to put this in my mouth first." you murmured, looking up at him. "Can I, please."

His hands trembled as you touched him. He was already breathing heavily.

"Yeah, please." he whispered back.

Your hand wrapped tight around his base. You took his head between your lips. Liking all around his head until he was nice and slick.

"Oh, god." he murmured, his hands reaching down to run through your hair. You moaned around his thickness.

"You feel so good in my mouth." you murmured, pulling off. You looked up at him and pumped him with your hand.

His grip on your hair tightened and he moaned. "Fuck." he murmured, looking down at you.

You smirked and sank back down on him, taking him all the way to the back of your throat. He moaned, his hands tightening in your head as you bobbed your head up and down.

"My mouth feels good on your cock, doesn't it?" you asked when you pull off. You rubbed his cock on your lips.

His hips rocked forward a bit when your lips left him. He was breathing heavily.

"God, yes." he moaned out.

You moaned, sliding his length back over your lips.

"Mmm, I love sucking your dick." you murmured, looking up at him. He moaned, his head thrown back.

His hands tightened in your hair again. "Oh my god." he moaned.

You swirled your tongue around the head of his dick. You moaned around him, your hand playing with his balls. He moaned and looked down at you with burning eyes.

“Your little mouth feels so good, baby.” he murmured. You moaned around him, his words only turning you on more. You could feel yourself getting wet. You pulled off him.

“You like my mouth, daddy?" you asked and pressed a kiss to his tip.

His whole body was coiled like a taunt string, his chest rising and falling.

"God, yes." he moaned. He was panting hard. "I love it."

Without breaking eye contact you slid off the bed and onto the ground. You could see the disappointment wash over his face. When your knees hit the ground, you looked up at him.

"On the bed, baby." you murmured, running your hands up to his knees.

He shivered under your touch. He hesitated for a second before complying, moving backwards onto the bed.

You placed your hands on his thighs and spread his legs apart. His face was flushed. You kneeled in between his legs. You could see his chest rising and falling.

“You look so yummy.” you murmured and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh.

His legs trembled beneath your lips. "Fuck." he murmured, breathless.

You looked up at him and smirked. Your hands ran up his inner thighs, stopping when they were right next to his balls.

"You have very sensitive balls, hmm?" you murmured and blew air onto his balls. He moaned and his head thrown back, his hand reaching down to grab your hair. He moaned louder when you gave him a wet, lingering lick.

His legs spread more for you and he tightened his grip on your hair. His hips rocked forward, trying to get more from you. "Oh God, that feels so good." he groaned.

You moaned when his fingers twisted in your hair, his other hand coming down to meet yours that was stroking his thigh. You could feel his muscles flexing. You moaned, feeling really wet. It was so hot. "Daddy wants more?" you asked, looking up at him.

His head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. When you spoke, he lifted his head to look down. His hands gripped your hair tightly, but he didn't push or move you.

"Yes." he moaned, his chest heaving.

You moaned and ran your tongue up his balls, then back to his perineum. He moaned loudly and his whole body stiffened. His head fell back onto the bed and his stomach flexed. He was trying to keep his hips from moving. "God, you’re so hot." he moaned

You moaned, licking up his inner thigh. You couldn't take it anymore. You leaned back and lifted yourself up so you were kneeling on the edge of the bed. You moved your hand to between your legs. You moaned when you felt how wet you were.

His head popped up off the bed when you moaned, trying to see what was going on. His eyes widened when he saw you, your eyes closed, fingers buried in your panties, trying to get some relief. He swallowed hard, his hands clenched on the sheets.

"Oh my god." he croaked out, his chest heaving.

You moaned and removed your wet fingers from your panties before looking at him. His mouth went dry and his eyes were wide, his breath hitching. Slowly, you put your fingers into your mouth, cleaning them off. His eyes widened at the sight and his breath hitched.

Your hands moved to your bra and unclasped it, it fell off of you and onto the floor. Your nipples were already hard. Your hands moved down, hooking onto your thong. You moaned as you slid out of your lingerie. He moaned watching you.

His eyes widened even more. His mouth opened and closed, words failed him. He swallowed hard.

"Jesus." he breathed out, his jaw clenched.

His reaction made you moan. You ran your hands down your body, one hand resting above your slit, the other on your breast.

His hands clenched the sheets even tighter. His eyes were fixed on you, his chest rising and falling heavily. He was struggling to keep his hips still.

You moaned and ran your fingers up and down your chest, stopping at your nipple. You pinched and rolled it. His jaw clenched and he swallowed again. his eyes never left you, his eyes darkened with desire. You moaned at the sight of him. You could see his stomach contracting. His hard, cock was resting on his stomach. It was twitching and leaking pre-cum. It made you even more turned on.

"I need you." he murmured, his voice rough. "Enough, lay fuck down."

His words only got you even more turned on. His voice was still rough as if it was hard for him to form words. You moaned and lay down on your back.

He was on you in a second, hands on your waist. He leaned down to kiss you hungrily. You moaned against his lips, feeling his hands run up and down your body. Your hands cupped his cheeks, holding him in place.

His hands roamed over your body, not stopping anywhere. His mouth was hungry, as was yours. He was desperately trying to explore your mouth, the taste of you on his tongue. Your hands moved down to his shoulders, and then up to grip his hair.

"Can we try doggy today? They say it's also good for getting pregnant." you murmured

He moaned at your words and his hands grabbed at your waist. He pressed his forehead to yours and took a deep breath, seeming to be holding on by a thread.

"You're going to kill me." he murmured, his voice still low and rough. He pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. He gave you a quick, hard kiss before pulling away completely.

"Come on then." he said, his voice still low.

You moaned at his words and obeyed his command. You rolled over and knelt on the bed, facing away from him. You felt him moving behind you. His hands ran up your legs and stopped on your hips. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your back.

His lips trailed down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hands moved from your hips into your hair, fisting it in his hands and pulling your head back. He pressed another kiss between your shoulder blades. He then pressed his chest against your back and rested his chin on your shoulder. He looked at you in the mirror.

"Is this good for you?" he murmured in your ear.

You moaned, feeling his chest against you back. You looked at him in the mirror and moaned louder. You lifted your hands up and wound them into his hair.

"Yeah, yeah." you responded.

His fingers flexed in your hair. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your neck.

"Good." he murmured, his lips against your skin.

You moaned, feeling his lips on your neck. He then straightened up and you felt his hands on your hips. You heard him groan. You reached behind yourself and gripped his thighs, holding him in place.

"You good, baby?" you murmured, not looking away from the mirror.

His hands gripped your hips for a moment. His chest rose and fell against your back.

"Yeah." he murmured, his voice still rough. “I’m good.” He leaned down and pressed his forehead against your shoulder, like he was trying to calm down.

His grip on your hips relaxed a bit and his chest wasn’t rising and falling as fast. His voice wasn't as dark anymore. He raised his head back up again. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

"Sorry." he murmured. "You do things to me."

You looked at him in the mirror and saw his face was more relaxed now. You squeezed his thighs with your fingers.

"We don't have to do it today, come here." you murmured back.

He paused at your words, looking down at you in the mirror. His hands were still on your hips, his grip gentle now. He sighed and relaxed under your touch, his eyes closing. He leaned down and rested his chin on your shoulder again.

His hands loosened on your hips and moved up to your waist. His body finally relaxed fully against you. His voice was back to normal now, maybe even softer than usual. He rested his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hitting the side of your neck. You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back.

"I'm sorry." he murmured again, his voice was softer now.

His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, almost like a hug now. His chin remained against your shoulder. You leaned your head back against his chest. His breath hit your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

"It's okay." you murmured back, still looking in the mirror. "I'm still here, let's lay down."

His arms tightened around your waist again, almost as if he didn’t want to let go. He raised his head from your shoulder and looked at you in the mirror. He kissed your shoulder before straightening up. He put his hands back on your hips, his grip still soft.

"Okay." he murmured, stepping back. You shifted into the middle of the bed. He followed you and lay down next to you on his side, his front pressed against your back. His arm slid around your waist, holding you close.

His other hand reached up to move your hair out of the way, before resting on your neck. His body was pressed flush against yours, his chest pressed against your back. He pressed a kiss to the top of your shoulder.

His hand rested on your neck and his thumb brushed absently against your skin. His other hand rested on your rib cage, his fingers splayed across your chest and his index finger brushed the bottom of your breast. His lips pressed another, softer kiss to your shoulder.

"Thank you." he murmured. “For understanding."

You reached up and took his hand on your neck, lacing your fingers with his.

"Of course." you murmured back. You pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles.

His hand wrapped around yours, and his fingers laced with yours. He squeezed your hand. He continued to press soft kisses to your shoulder, his mouth trailing up your neck. He inhaled deep and exhaled heavily when he reached your ear. He pressed one last kiss to the underside of your ear. He murmured against your ear, his voice low and soft.

"Turn around and look at me."

You moaned softly when he kissed your ear. You let go of his hand and rolled over so you were facing him. You slid your thigh between his legs as you looked up at him. He looked down at you, his expression softer than it was a few minutes ago.

His gaze was intense as he stared down at you, his eyes searching yours. His hand cupped your face, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. He pressed his lips to your forehead, soft and gentle. He then trailed his lips down your nose until they hovered just above yours. He lingered there for a moment, before closing the remaining space between you. His kiss was soft and slow. His lips moved against yours, his hand slid back into your hair.

You moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arm around his neck. You pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as your mouth slipped open. His tongue slid into your mouth, meeting your tongue as it ran over his bottom lip. Your hands slid into his hair, twisting into the silky locks. You moaned again, feeling him pressed against you. His hand moved down to your hip, holding you tighter.

"Fuck.. I am still feeling so turn on.. Maybe.. can you finger-" you murmured.

His hand tightened on your hip at your words. He rolled over so you were on your back, his body covering yours. He pulled away from your lips just enough to speak.

"Yeah, I can do that,” he murmured back.

He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips once more before moving his mouth down your neck. His hands moved to your legs and ran up your legs to your inner thighs. His hands gripped your legs, spreading them open to make room for him. His fingers brushed against your clit. You moaned and arched up as he pressed his fingers firmly to your clit.

"Oh, god." You moaned as he found your clit.

His fingers rubbed slow, firm circles against your clit. Slowly, he started to thrust a finger inside you. You moved your hands down his back, fingernails raking over his skin.

He moaned against your neck at your words. His fingers kept up an steady pace, pushing in and out of your pussy. He slid a second finger inside you.

"You're so wet. God, you feel good." he murmured. He pressed a kiss to your neck as his fingers sank deeper inside you. He could feel you clenching around him. You moaned and arched up. His fingers curled inside you, finding your g-spot and pressing it. Your hands still on his back and one hand moved up into his hair.

You grabbed a fist full of his hair. He kept pressing against your g-spot and his mouth moved lower. He stopped kissing to look back at your face. His fingers kept pumping in and out of you. He bit his bottom lip.

"You like that?” he murmured.

You moaned and nodded at his words. You were starting to grind down against his fingers, taking them deeper inside of you. He moaned as you clenched around his fingers and moved with him. He looked back down between your legs, watching his fingers move in and out of you.

He moved his thumb down to your clit. He pressed firm, circling circles against it.

"Fuck, you dripping." he whispered.

His fingers picked up speed and pressure. You were riding his fingers now, your hips rocking up into his hand. His eyes were still fixated on your pussy, his thumb still rubbing your clit. You moaned and moaned, still clutching at his hair.

His attention was drawn back to your face, he caught a glimpse of your face. He moaned again at the sight of your expression, you looked wrecked. He leaned forward to claim you mouth, taking your lips in a quick, deep kiss.

He then broke the kiss and sat up on his knees. He kept pumping his fingers inside you. He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders. Your hands immediately went to his hair, holding his head in place.

"Oh god, don't stop." you moaned.

His hands gripped tightly to your thighs, holding your legs over his shoulders. He moaned and looked down at you. His eyes darkened in response to your pleas. He started to pump his fingers faster into you, adding a third one.

You moaned loudly as his fingers went deeper. You tossed head back, moaned. His fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"God, you are so wet." he murmured.

His fingers kept going deeper, faster. He kept hitting your g-spot. The sound of your wetness was becoming louder.

"Yeah, take my fingers." he murmured. "I think I can make you squirt."

His fingers started getting sloppy and the sound of your wetness was growing louder. You moaned and clenched around his fingers at his words.

His fingers got faster as you clenched around him, a louder, more wet sound could be heard now. His fingers moved faster, he was going harder.

"Oh damn, yeah, baby. You can squirt." he murmured.

His fingers started moving even faster, his hand was soaked now. His fingers kept going, hitting your g-spot. You moaned and sound of your wetness was loud.

His fingers moved faster now, they were drenched. You looked down at his hands and his jaw clenched, you could tell he loved it.

"That feeling good?" he asked. You just nodded. "That's my girl."

His fingers kept going, you were so close now. He was panting. He started to move even faster.

"I knew you were a dirty girl." He murmured.

His fingers started to move even faster now. his fingers kept going. He looked down at your pussy.

"Look at this beautiful mess I'm making you." he murmured

You couldn't take your eyes off him. He looked so good and he was making you feel so good. Your breath was coming out fast and loud now.

As you came around his fingers, you kept eye contact with him. All the while, his fingers kept moving.

His eyes never left yours as he pulled his fingers out. He brought them up to his mouth and watched you watch him take them into his mouth.

“You taste amazing.” he murmured.

He held your eye contact with his fingers in his mouth. He moaned and leaned forward to press his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and quick. He pulled back.

"Fuuuck.. You made me squirt. Shit." you chuckled.

He chuckled back at your reaction. He leaned down and pressed soft, open mouthed kisses on your neck, he worked his way down your body. He lingered on the sensitive parts. He placed a sweet kiss between your legs.

He looked back up at you. His eyes lingered between your legs before he spoke.

"You're so beautiful." he murmured.

You moaned as he placed a soft kiss right between your legs. He murmured back.

"So beautiful.”

He kept his eye contact with you as he started to press light kisses across your hip, towards your stomach.

His hands rested on your stomach, his fingers traced feather-light patterns across your skin. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss just below your belly button.

His hand rubbed against your soft skin on your stomach. He stopped there and leaned his forehead against your skin. His breath fanned hot against your stomach. He pressed a kiss there. He murmured against it, his hands rested on your stomach.

"My god, I’m in love." he murmured before pressed another kiss against your stomach.

His admission made you shiver with happiness. A smile spreading across your face as you looked down at him. He lifted up, and kept working his way up your body, pressing kisses all over your skin. He stopped when he reached your chest, he pressed a kiss to your heart.

"I can't wait to have your babies.” he murmured.

His mouth was kissing your chest, your neck, then your jaw, your chin, your cheek, up to your hairline. He murmured about it, his fingers tangling in your hair.

"God, I want you to be the mother of my children so bad." he murmured.

He pressed a light kiss to the end of your nose, then moved up so your foreheads were touching. He looked deep into your eyes.

"I mean it." he murmured. "You're going to be an amazing mama. I just know it."

You reached up to cup his cheek with your hand, your thumb stroking his cheekbone. He leaned into your touch and let out a soft sigh.

His eyes fluttered closed against your touch, he turned his head and pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand. One of his hand reached for yours, and he threaded your fingers together. He opened his eyes and looked down at you, a soft smile on his face.

"You make me feel like I can do anything." he murmured, bringing your hand up to press a kiss against it. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You felt your heart swell with affection and love. You couldn't have agreed more. You couldn't find words to express how you felt.

“We're going to have the most beautiful babies." you murmured.

His smile widened. His eyes lit up with excitement and anticipation. He leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, his free hand moved to run through his hair.

"They're going to be so fucking beautiful." he agreed. "And they're going to love you so much."

He moved his hand down and rested his right hand on your stomach. “They're gonna love this.” he murmured.

His hand stayed on your stomach. He rubbed your stomach softly with his thumb. He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to the spot where his hand was. His voice was soft and full of emotion.

“I’m the luckiest man on the planet." he murmured. “I can’t wait to give you babies.”

His hand moved from your stomach to your cheek. He cupped your face, his fingers tracing your jaw. He leaned down to press a sweet, languid kiss to your lips. He pulled back slightly, he murmured against your lips.

“God, you’re all I’ve ever wanted.” he murmured.

A small chuckle slipped from your mouth. He pulled back and arched an eyebrow at you, a small, confused smile across his face.

"What’s funny?" he asked, his hand still on your cheek.

You shook your head and smiled up at him. You leaned into his touch.

“Nothing.. I just can’t believe this is real.” you murmured. “I can’t believe I get to have this. That i get to have a family with you.”

His expression softened, his hands moved back to your stomach. He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to it. He murmured against your skin.

"You have no idea how excited I am to have babies with you.” he murmured. “You’re going to look beautiful carrying my child.”

His words hit your heart, making your chest swell with love.

“You’re going to be the best dad.” you murmured. “You’ll be so good to them. I know it.”

His face broke out into a soft, loving smile, he leaned forward to place soft kisses on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. He murmured in between kisses.

"I'm so excited." he murmured, his hands still stroking your stomach. “I get to make a family with the most amazing woman in the world."

Your heart swelled, and your eyes closed against the overwhelming emotion filling your chest. His kisses continued, making their way back down your body. He stopped when he reached your stomachagain. His hands still stroking the area,

"God, I’m going to fall in love with you all over again the first time I see your pregnant.” he murmured, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Tears began to escape your eyes. His hands moved to your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your eyes, his movements gentle and loving.

He held his face close to yours, his fingers still wiping away your tears

"Please don’t cry, love.” he murmured, a small pout on his face.

You reached your hands up, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck. You drew him back down to lay on top of you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, letting his body envelope you. He wrapped his arms around you.

His arms held you tightly against him, his hands rubbed your back soothingly. You could feel his heart beating against your chest. He pressed a lingering kiss against your hair.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured. “My heart can’t take it.”

You took a deep breath, taking in the scent of his cologne and sweat mixed together. You felt safe and warm in his arms. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his neck, relishing in the feeling of him holding you so tightly.

"I’m sorry.” you murmured against his skin.

His hands moved from your back up into your hair, one hand carded through it while the other held you against him. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, gorgeous.” he murmured, his voice soft and loving.

His hands moved down to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He shifted his body so that he was partially on top of you, his leg wrapped around yours. He nuzzled his face against your neck, pressing soft kisses to your neck. His voice was low and soft when he spoke.

"Everything is going to be perfect. More than perfect, we're going to be so happy.” he murmured. “You and me and our babies.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips at his words. You ran your fingers through his hair, the soft, silky strands running through your fingers. You pressed your lips to the top of his head, inhaling his scent.

"I know it will be." you murmured. “I can’t imagine a future that’s not perfect with you.”

time skips.

The morning was beautiful, the sky a bright blue and the sun shining through the penthouse windows. You were sleeping peacefully, limbs a tangled mess under the covers. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands on your waist, the mattress dipped down as someone joined you on the bed and straddled your waist. Then a weight rested on your chest.

Then you heard that familiar raspy voice. "Wake up, baby.”

You stirred and mumbled something unintelligible, still half asleep. You could feel a hand running through your hair, soft fingertips trailing across your scalp. The other hand rested on your neck, his thumb tracing little patterns along the nape.

A soft laugh vibrated against your chest and you heard Jimin speak again.

"Open those pretty eyes for me.” he murmured.

Your eyes fluttered and eventually opened. Everything was a little fuzzy at first, but your vision soon cleared, and you found Jimin hovering over you, a cheeky smile on his face. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"Morning, sleepy head.” he murmured, his hand still carding through your hair.

His other hand moved to your cheek, his thumb tracing over the curve of your cheekbone. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your nose, then on your forehead. He moved down to press a few more lingering kisses to the rest of your face. Finally, he rested his forehead against yours, his hand still holding your face.

"Good morning, baby." he murmured again, his voice gruff but soft. He leaned down to press another soft kiss to your lips.

You couldn’t help but smile at his affectionate behavior. Your hands moved up to rest on his chest, your fingers tracing the muscles there. You looked up at him and saw his face break out into a wide smile.

"You’re in a good mood." you murmured, your fingers reaching up to brush his hair off his forehead.

His smile widened even more at your words. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to your neck, just below your ear. He murmured against your skin, his lips brushing against your skin.

"How could I not be, waking up next to my favorite person in the whole world." he murmured, before moving down to press more open mouthed kisses to your chest.

Your hands moved to tangle in his hair, your nails scratched against his scalp. You felt him smile against your chest before he looked up with a cheeky grin.

"Someone's hands-y this morning." you murmured.

He chuckled against your skin, then moved further down, trailing kisses down your stomach. He lifted up the hem of your shirt, exposing your stomach, before placing a lingering kiss just above the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you from under his lashes, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Can you blame me?" he murmured.

You laughed and shook your head.

"No, I guess I can't." you murmured. Your hands moved back into his hair, holding onto him tightly as he pressed more open mouthed kisses to your stomach. You looked down at him, his intense gaze locked on yours.

One of his hands moved up to hold your hip, his fingers digging into the skin there. He pulled at your waistband, his other hand sliding underneath and dipping just below the fabric. He murmured against your stomach.

"Lift up.”

You lifted your hips up, and he quickly pulled your underwear down your legs, tossing them aside. He moved back up your body, his hands trailing up your legs to your thighs. He spread your legs, settling between them as he pressed a lingering kiss to your hip bone.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them even further. He looked up at you with a heated gaze.

"You know what I thought about last night?" he murmured, his hands trailing up to your inner thighs.

You bit your lip and shook your head, your breathing already shallow.

"No, what did you think about last night?" you murmured, your fingers tangled in his hair.

He smirked, his hands spreading your legs even further apart.

"I thought about how good you'd look riding my face." he murmured.

Your breathing hitched and your hands tightened in his hair at his words.

"Yeah?” you murmured.

He nodded, his hands moving closer to your center. His fingers brushed against your clit, and he let out a low groan.

"Yeah." he murmured, his voice rough. "How wet you'd be, how nice you'd taste." he leaned down, pressed a soft kiss just below your clit, and then moved back up to meet your eyes again. "Can you sit on my face?"

Your moaned at his words, your hands still gripped in his hair.

"Yeah." you murmured, your voice breathy. "I can do that."

His hands moved to your hips, helping you sit up. He lay down and moved you to straddle him, his hands on your waist.

"Come here." he murmured, his voice huskily.

You slid forward on your knees, your hands resting on the headboard. You felt his hands slide up your thighs, his hands guiding your hips.

"That's it." he murmured.

He moved your hips lower, bringing your center right above his face. His hands held your hips tightly, holding you in place.

"You smell amazing." he murmured before he leaned up and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your clit.

You moaned as he pressed his mouth against your clit. Your hands moved down to grip the his hair anchoring yourself.

His hands held you down, his mouth latched onto your clit and he started sucking. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine.

"Ride my face, baby" he muffled.

Your grip in his hair tightened and you moaned at his words. You immediately started grinding against his face, his tongue pressed flat to you clit.

"Oh my god." you moaned, your hands still holding his head. His hands on your hips started setting the pace that you would move. He guided you, his movements becoming slower and more calculated, making sure that you were getting pleasured.

He moaned against your clit, enjoying how you were riding his face. He swirled his tongue around your clit, his hands on your hips guiding you to move slower to increase the pressure.

"I know we're trying really hard to get pregnant." he murmured.

You moaned at his words, your hands still holding his head.

"Yeah." you panted. "We are."

His tongue kept working against your clit, the pace languid and lazy. You could feel him sucking and it just felt so intense, you were getting close.

"According to an article I read, the environment also plays a role." he murmured.

You moaned, your eyes fluttered closed.

"Yeah? What article did you read? Oh god" you moaned.

He moaned against your clit at the sounds you made.

"About fertility, the best environment for fertilization." he responded, his hands moving down to grip the back of your thighs. He kept his mouth on you.

"It's important that the environment be comfortable, calm, and loving.” he murmured. “The more relaxed we are, the more likely I am to get you pregnant.” He pressed his tongue inside you. His voice was muffled but you understood him "That's why I planned a vacation."

Your moaned at his words, surprised that he had planned a vacation.

"You planned a vacation?" you panted, your grip tightening in his hair.

He pulled his face away for a moment to respond

"Yeah.” he murmured. “This week off work, the whole week. Just you and me, relaxing. We're staying in Jeju.”

Then he dove right back in to the task at hand.

You moaned at the return of his tongue.

"You did that for me?" you panted, completely distracted from your conversation

He moaned against you.

"I did it for us." he murmured. "I wanted us to have time together before our lives get too crazy. I want to focus on us."

His hands gripped your thighs, holding you tighter against his face as he started to lick and suck against your clit again. His pace was slower again, like he was trying to make you last.

"You're everything to me, you know that right?" he murmured. "I planned my entire vacation based on your stupid period app."

Your moaned at his words, completely overwhelmed by the thought of him being so considerate.

"I-" you panted. "Oh god, Jimin."

He pulled away, his head resting against your inner thigh.

"You didn't think I was going to trust all this important stuff to just a stupid calendar, did you?" he murmured, a small chuckle escaping his mouth. He nipped at your skin and murmured against you again. "I know exactly when you're ready for me, baby."

The feeling of his mouth so close made you shiver, his hot breath on your sensitive clit.

"You do?" you murmured, your eyes still closed.

His hands rubbed your thighs, his mouth still by your clit.

"I do." he murmured. "I know when you're going to ovulate, I know when you're period is supposed to start and end. I know when your fertile window opens and when it ends. I know your cycle."

He flattened his tongue against you, the flatness more stimulating than you would have thought. "I know you're probably ovulating now."

You moaned at the feeling of his tongue, your fingers scratching his scalp.

"Jesus, Jimin." you murmured.

He lifted his mouth for a moment again, pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

"You're right on schedule, baby." he murmured. "We're going to be successful this month, I can feel it."

You moaned at his confidence and certainty.

"You sure about that?" you murmured, her fingers playing with his hair.

He gave a small chuckle against your clit and murmured again.

"Mhmm. Very sure." he murmured. "I did my research, baby."

You moaned and leaned back, giving into the feeling of him against you again.

"You did research?" you murmured. "Why am I not surprised."

He laughed for a moment against your clit, and then stopped to respond.

"I needed to know everything I could to make this happen." he murmured. "I wanted to give you everything you want, so I did my research."

After that he seemed to grow silent again. His hands moved up your thighs to hold your waist, holding you tight against his face. His hands moved to grip your ass, holding you right where he wanted you.

"Now, shut up and let me tongue-fuck you." he murmured.

His words made you moan, your hands gripping his hair. You moaned and closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his mouth and tongue.

His mouth and tongue worked expertly against you. He knew just where to apply pressure and how much to make you squirm. You moaned again, your grip on his hair tightening, his tongue sliding into you, then out again. His hands squeezed your ass, holding you exactly where he wanted you.

"That's it. Stay still." he murmured, his lips brushed

You moaned at his command, trying to stay still, but it was so hard. His tongue just felt so good. You could feel your orgasm building, your legs were starting to shake a little.

He feeling your legs shaking against his grip. His hands held your still, but he let out a small chuckle as he murmured against you.

"You're shaking." he murmured. "You're getting close aren't you?”

You moaned and nodded, your grip in his hair tightening even more.

"Yeah." you panted, trying to focus on staying still like he said.

his tongue pressing flat against your clit.

"Good." he murmured. "I want you to come for me. I want you to come for me, my love, my baby, my good girl."

His words sent a shiver down your spine and you moaned louder.

"Jimin." you panted, your hips were trying to move just a bit.

His hands held you still as he murmured.

"Don't move." he murmured. "Just let me make you feel good."

His tongue moved faster, his mouth sealed around your clit. His hands moved to grip your hips. He held you tightly, refusing to let you move at all. You moaned and writhed against the grip of his hands.

"Jimin." you moaned, his grip was tightening around your waist.

After a few more moments, your legs were shaking more and your moans were getting louder and more frequent. You were right on the edge.

"Jimin, I'm so close.” you moaned, your hands holding onto his hair.

"Come on my face baby." he murmured. "I got you."

As soon as the words left Jimin's mouth, your body tensed up and you climaxed. Your vision went white and your mouth was stuck in a silent scream, your hands were locked in his hair.

Jimin moaned and lapped up your release from you as your body shook.

He held you against his face, his hands holding your shaking legs and he moaned into you.

"God." he murmured, his tongue still moving against you. "You're so amazing. So perfect."

Your legs were still shaking as you tried to catch your breath. Jimin had a very smug look on his face as he came up from between your legs. He looked very satisfied.

"You okay?" He murmured, his hands rubbing your thighs.

You took a few deep breaths and nodded. You were clearly still trying to collect yourself.

"Yeah." you panted. "You dick. You could have just told me like normal people that we were going on vacation.''

He laughed and shook his head.

"I couldn't resist.” he murmured, his hands running up your sides. "I like to play games too much, okay get up baby."

He slapped your ass and you groaned at having to move. You looked down at the smug look on his face and rolled your eyes. He seemed very proud of himself.

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your sensitive clit before you got up.

You swatted at him, still sensitive

"Too sensitive right now." you mumbled, your legs still feeling wobbly.

He gave a small chuckle as he pulled you off of him. You stumbled momentarily and then steadied yourself before sinking back onto the bed.

He smiled as you settled onto the bed.

"Sorry. I got carried away.” he murmured in between soft kisses to your legs. "I thought it might motivate you to do everything I asked this week."

You rolled your eyes as he continued to press soft kisses against your legs.

"You are a jerk.” you murmured, trying to sound mad, but failing.

He laughed and stopped kissing your legs, moving to crawl up beside you on the bed.

Yoongi lets out that signature deep chuckle as he pours you a drink, deliberately flexing his fingers a bit

"You know, if you keep staring like that, I might start charging admission." He nudges your shoulder playfully with his own before taking a sip of whiskey, the glass looking tiny in his large hands

"You want me to feed you too? Since you're so fascinated with my hands today?" His tone is full of teasing, but there's that familiar warm concern in his eyes.

You playfully roll your eyes at his comment, pretending to be annoyed but secretly loving this familiar banter between the two of you.

"Oh, shut up." You say, smirking. "And as if I'd let you feed me. I can eat perfectly well by myself, thank you very much."

You take a piece of sushi and eat it, trying to ignore the way your heart flutters at the thought of his hands feeding you.

Yoongi watches you eat with that quiet, amused expression of his. He swirls the whiskey in his glass absentmindedly, the ice cubes clinking softly.

"Tastes good?" he asks, voice low and warm. "I spent hours practicing the rice-to-fish ratio… nearly gave up and ordered fried chicken instead." He smirks, nudging the bottle toward you. "But I knew you'd appreciate the effort. Even if you won't admit it."

His teasing is gentle, but there's something softer underneath—the way his eyes linger on you just a second too long before he looks away.

You can't help but laugh softly at his confession. It's just so quintessentially Yoongi, spending hours meticulously perfecting something just because he thought you'd like it. It's endearing, and a little overwhelming.

"Yeah, it's good." You admit, taking another piece. "The rice definitely tastes better than the last time we tried to make sushi together."

The memory of that disaster is still fresh in your mind, a mix of laughter, spilled soy sauce, and the inevitable ordering of fried chicken.

"Hey, we agreed never to speak of that sushi-making fiasco again." He says, mock horror in his expression. "I still have nightmares about the rice grains stuck to your hair."

He takes a sip of whiskey, chuckling softly to himself as he remembers the chaos of that evening.

You laugh heartily, the memory vividly playing in your head. The way the rice had gotten everywhere, sticking to your hair, your clothes, even your eyebrows. And poor Yoongi, trying so hard to salvage something edible out of the mess.

"That was a total disaster." You say, still giggling. "And the fried chicken was a lifesaver that night. It's a wonder we ever attempted cooking again after that."

He laughs as well, shaking his head in mock despair. "I swear, that day singlehandedly cured both of us from any desire to cook for a solid month."

He takes another sip of whiskey. "Do you wanna watch something?" he asked.

You nod at his suggestion, grateful for a distraction from the memories of culinary catastrophes.

"Yeah, sure. What do you have in mind?"

He thinks for a moment, leaning back against the couch.

"There's that new drama everyone's been talking about," he offers, gesturing toward the TV. "Or we could watch a movie."

He grabs the remote and starts flipping through the options, the whiskey clearly beginning to have an effect on him. He's a bit more relaxed, his usually stoic expression softened at the edges as he scrolls through the channels.

You lean against the couch next to him, watching him flip through the channels. He seems more relaxed, his usual stoic expression softer than usual, and you can tell the alcohol is starting to loosen him up.

You watch him for a moment, taking in the way the whiskey makes his cheeks turn a subtle shade of pink and how his hair is tousled from running his fingers through it. He's different like this—less guarded, and you can't deny it makes your heart flutter just a little.

Yoongi catches you staring again and raises an eyebrow, that playful smirk returning. "What the fuck? What's with you today? First my hands, now my face?" He flicks your forehead lightly before leaning closer, his whiskey-laced breath warm as he teases, "Should I be worried?"

You playfully shove his shoulder, feeling your face heat up. "Shut up, I was just thinking how weird it is that you actually can cook now after all our disasters."

Yoongi laughs, low and rich, before sinking deeper into the couch. "Mmm, miracles happen." He stretches his arms above his head, the fabric of his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. "But if you keep staring like that, I might fuck you."

His teasing is bold tonight, the whiskey, the rain, the quiet apartment making him bolder than usual.

The moment the words leave his mouth, Yoongi's own ears turn pink. He clears his throat, suddenly very interested in refilling his whiskey glass—avoiding your wide-eyed stare.

"That was the alcohol talking," he mumbles, voice even deeper than usual. A beat of silence, then he side-eyes you with half-hearted defiance. "Mostly."

The rain outside picks up, drumming against the windows as if urging one of you to break the tension.

Yoongi exhales sharply through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck before finally meeting your gaze. His usual composed demeanor cracks just enough for you to see the nervousness underneath—but there's something else too, something warm and daring.

"Shit… don't look at me like that," he mutters, voice rough. "Like you're waiting for me to take it back." He swirls the whiskey in his glass, the ice clinking. "I won't."

The admission hangs between you, fragile and charged. Then, ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth ticks up—a silent challenge, an invitation. The air feels thicker.

The room feels like it's shrinking around you, his words and that subtle smile tugging at your heart strings.

"You're drunk," you manage, voice cracking slightly. But the protest sounds weak, even to you. You're not sure you actually want him to take it back.

Yoongi sets down his glass with a soft 'clink', "Yeah." he murmured. "Whatever."

It's the whiskey and the rain and the late hour—that's the excuse you're going to give yourself for why your heart is going so fast. For how you keep finding yourself staring at his lips, wet from the drink, and how they part around a soft exhale when he looks back at you.

He turns fully toward you now, knees brushing yours as he leans forward a bit. Close enough that you can smell the whiskey on his breath, mixed with his usual aftershave.

"But not drunk enough to not know exactly what I'm saying."

The proximity makes your pulse race, his eyes locked on yours with an almost predatory intensity. You're hyper-aware of the warmth radiating off him, your knee pressed against his, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.

You swallow, your mouth suddenly gone dry even as your skin feels flushed. "You know this is a terrible idea," you hear yourself saying, but your voice lacks conviction.

"You think I don't know that?" he murmurs, his gaze flicking down to your lips before returning to yours. "Yet here we are."

He lifts a hand, his touch feather-light as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a second too long. "I have a lot of terrible ideas." The words are murmured, his tone huskier than usual.

His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively lean into it. You're caught between reason and desire, knowing you should stop, but the warmth of his fingers on your skin makes you ache for more.

When you find your voice, it's barely above a whisper. "This could ruin everything." You're not sure if you're trying to convince him or yourself.

Yoongi exhales a slow breath through his nose, his thumb tracing idle circles against your cheekbone—like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

"Or," he counters quietly, gaze steady, "it could be the best fucking idea we’ve ever had."

His audacity, his confidence, the way he says it with such nonchalance, it's infuriating and intoxicating. You want to argue, to insist this will end in disaster, but his words are seeping into your skin, and you can't deny the heat pooling in your stomach.

He leans closer, his other hand resting on your knee, his touch searing even through the fabric of your clothes. "Stop me," he whispers, his voice a low rumble, and it sounds like a challenge. "Please, stop me."

Your breath catches as his lips hover just inches from yours, the air between you charged with anticipation. The rain outside is the only sound, steady and relentless, like the pulse thrumming in your veins.

You should stop him.

"Stop." you whispered.

Yoongi freezes instantly at your whisper, his body tensing like he's been burned. He pulls back just enough to search your face, the playful confidence in his eyes replaced by something softer—concern, hesitation, an unspoken question.

For a second, he just stares at you, his fingers still lingering near your cheek but no longer touching. Then, with a quiet exhale, he leans back into the couch, putting careful distance between you.

"Okay," is all he says, voice rough. He grabs his whiskey glass, knuckles white around it, and downs the rest in one swallow. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until he finally mutters, "Sorry."

The word hangs in the air, fragile. He doesn't look at you.

The sudden shift is jarring, and a pang of guilt pricks at your heart at the sight of Yoongi's tense shoulders. You open your mouth to speak, but words fail you for a second. Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, you manage, "No… don't apologize."

Your fingers twitch with the urge to reach out, to bridge the distance between you, but they stay firmly planted on your lap. You chew your lip, searching for the right words. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Yoongi finally glances at you, his expression unreadable. He swirls the empty whiskey glass in his hand, the ice cubes clinking softly. "Yeah," he says after a beat, voice quiet but firm. "I did."

He sets the glass down with deliberate care, then runs a hand through his hair—messier now from how many times he's done it tonight.

He exhales sharply through his nose, then forces a smirk—lopsided, unconvincing. "Let's just… watch something stupid, yeah?" He grabs the remote, thumb pressing down hard on the volume button until the TV blares to life, drowning out the rain—and whatever else might’ve been said.

The volume is loud enough to make conversation pointless—a deliberate choice, you suspect. Yoongi avoids your gaze, focusing intently on the screen as he scrolls through the movies. There's an unmistakable tension to his frame, his shoulders too tight for someone trying to appear nonchalant.

You sneak glances at him, trying to decipher his expression, but it's maddeningly neutral. It's as if a switch has flipped, and the playful, bold Yoongi from earlier is gone, replaced by this distant, closed-off version. You hate it.

The movie drones on—some mindless action flick, explosions and car chases and cheesy one-liners. Yoongi stares at the screen as if it's the most interesting thing in the world.

But his gaze is glassy, like he's a million miles away. You shift on the couch, your knee just barely brushing against his, and watch as he recoils just slightly at the touch, shoulders tensing even more.

The space between you feels almost palpable, an unseen barrier erected around him. The silence is deafening over the movie's din, and you can't take it anymore. You lean forward, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie.

The sudden silence is louder than the explosions had been. Yoongi finally turns to look at you, eyebrows slightly raised in question—but his guarded expression doesn’t shift.

You take a slow breath. "Talk to me."

He exhales through his nose, jaw working. For a second, you think he’ll brush you off again. Then, quietly, he admits:

"I don’t know what to say." His voice is rough, like the words are being dragged out of him. "I crossed a line. I don’t—" A pause. "Fuck."

He rakes a hand through his hair again, his usual composure fraying at the edges. "This is why I don't do this. Why I don't—" He cuts himself off with a sharp breath. "Now it's weird. And I hate that it's weird."

His gaze flicks to yours, just for a second, before dropping to his hands. "…I don't want to lose you over some drunk moment." The admission is quiet, almost reluctant, like he’s mad at himself for caring this much.

You swallow, watching the range of emotions flicker across his face—frustration, resignation, something deeper and more vulnerable hidden behind his eyes. When you finally speak, your voice is soft in the quiet apartment.

"It doesn't have to be weird." You hesitate, gauging his reaction but getting nothing. You press on, quieter.

"You didn't do anything wrong." Your fingers itch to reach out, to smooth the frown from his brow, but you keep your hands clenched tightly in your lap. "I think…" you falter, uncertain how to phrase it without sounding too hopeful, "I think… maybe we both wanted it."

The words hang heavy in the air, and you wait for his response, heart lodged in your throat.

Yoongi's gaze flicks to yours, something flickering in his eyes—surprise, maybe, or something else. He shifts on the couch, turning towards you, the tension in his shoulders lessening just barely.

"Maybe." He mutters more to himself than to you. Then he exhales loudly, running a hand through his hair again. "Jesus…you're gonna make me say it, aren't you."

You let out a small huff, caught between frustration and amusement. "Say what?" you say, trying to keep your voice nonchalant despite the sudden flutter in your chest. "That you wanted to kiss me or fuck me?"

The bluntness of your words makes him falter for a split second. Then, the corner of his mouth ticks up into a wry grin. "Always so direct."

He leans back into the couch, the guarded expression loosening somewhat. His gaze flicks over your features, like he's cataloguing every detail. Finally, he lets out a soft, humorless laugh. "You're right. I did want it." He holds your gaze, daring you to look away. "A lot. Still do."

Yoongi exhales sharply, the quiet confession lingering between you like the faint burn of whiskey. His fingers tap restlessly against his thigh before he finally meets your eyes again.

There's something new in his expression, a rawness beneath the guarded veneer that makes your stomach clench. He opens his mouth, then closes it, his usual eloquence failing him. When he finally speaks, the words are hushed, barely audible over the rain.

"You're driving me fucking crazy."

The admission is quiet but powerful, carrying a weight that makes your heart race. You hold his gaze, the air between you charged with something electric and unspoken.

"You're not alone in that," you murmur, your voice betraying a vulnerability that mirrors his. "You've been driving me crazy for years."

His eyes flicker with surprise at your admission, then something softer—a realization, perhaps. "We're a mess," he says, voice half-amused. He lets out a small huff, the tension draining from his shoulders.

"Two idiots, ignoring what's been right in front of us."

His words hit you like a blow—too perceptive to be coincidence. You swallow against the sudden thickness in your throat.

"Ignoring? Or too afraid to acknowledge it?" you countered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yoongi's expression softens further, his walls crumbling bit by bit. "Both." He says, his tone a mixture of sheepishness and confession. "Definitely both."

He turns to face you more fully, his knee presses against yours as he closes the slight distance between you. "Fuck it."

The swear is murmured before his hand is on the back of your neck, pulling you towards him, and then his mouth is on yours.

It's not a pretty kiss; it's needy and a little bit rough, born out of years of pent-up tension. His grip is tight, fingers tangling in your hair, as he devours your mouth like a man starved. There's a possessiveness in it, something hungry and all-consuming that makes your chest ache and your mind go blank.

Desire flares white-hot in your stomach, burning away any reservations or doubts you had. Your hands fist in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, matching his urgency with your own fervor.

His tongue runs along the seam of your lips, and you surrender without resistance, opening for him. His free hand slides down your waist, pulling you onto his lap, and the new position allows for a deeper angle, deepening the kiss to something scorching.

Yoongi's hands roam your body with an urgency that makes your head spin. His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt, the roughness of his palms against your skin sending shivers cascading down your spine. He swallows your gasp as he trails kisses down your neck, teeth grazing your collarbone, his touch setting your nerves ablaze.

His fingers slide up your bare thighs, grip unyielding, and he hitches your legs up around his waist.

"Our first sex won't be on the couch, maybe later on, but I want you in my bed. I want to fuck you in my bed, in my bedroom," he murmured.

His words are crude but they send a bolt of heat straight through you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back up to your mouth, your kiss urgent and feverish.

"Sounds like a good plan," you breathe against his lips before he claims your mouth again, his hands squeezing your thighs.

Yoongi picks you up easily, hands under your legs, as he stands. His mouth never leaves yours as he carries you down the hall to his bedroom, navigating the path by instinct. His fingers dig into your thighs.

He breaks the kiss only to lay you down onto the bed, and then he's hovering over you, eyes dark and fervent as he looks down at you with a gaze that borders on feral.

The roughness in his grip, his eyes—it's a side of Yoongi you've never seen before, and it's intoxicating. His hands grip the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head with a swift, rough motion, and then he's trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, your chest, your stomach.

His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, his intention clear.

His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, yet there's something tender in his movements that betrays what the hard lines of his face and body conceal. His mouth against the soft skin of your stomach sends shivers down your spine, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants as he tugs them off.

He sits back, taking a moment to look at you spread before him. His chest heaves with labored breaths, his eyes rake over your body, lingering on the way your legs fall open in an unspoken invitation.

His hands slide up your inner thighs, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear.

"Lift your hips." he murmured

The command is simple but something about the low timbre of his voice makes you obey without question. You lift your hips, letting him slide your underwear down and off your legs.

He lets it fall to the floor before he's on you again, his hands roaming over your bare skin with an urgency that borders on desperate. There's no hint of playfulness now, just a raw, unbridled need that matches your own. His mouth finds your nipple, hot and hungry.

His hands and mouth are everywhere, rough and feverish, his touch leaving a burning trail in its wake. Your nipples are hard under his tongue, each flick and suck making you arch into him, your fingers clawing at his back.

His mouth releases your nipple with a soft pop, and he looks up at you with dark, clouded eyes. His lips are swollen and wet, but there's a glint of something wild in his gaze.

He sits up, and his hands move to his belt, unbuckling it with swift, practiced movements. The sound of the buckle being opened is surprisingly loud in the silence of the bedroom, only broken by your hushed breaths.

His fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers and yanks both them and his pants down at once.

"Can I taste you?" he murmured. "Please, let me. I want to taste your pretty pussy."

The vulgarity of his words, said in that deep, gravelly voice, sends a jolt of heat straight between your legs. You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence, too overwhelmed by the sight of him and his unexpected hunger.

"Yes," you manage to whisper, your thighs falling open in a silent invitation.

Yoongi's hands grip your thighs, thumbs running over your skin as he settles between your legs. His eyes are fixed on you, watchful and intense, as if he's committing every detail to memory.

His mouth presses soft, gentle kisses to the inside of your thigh. "You smell so good," he whispered.

His words seem to echo in the air, sending a shiver up your spine. His breath is hot against your sensitive skin, his lips moving from your thigh to the inside of your knee, then back again, leaving a wet trail of kisses. He pauses for a second, his hands splaying your legs further apart, giving him better access. He inhales deeply, like he's savoring your scent.

"Sweet," he murmured. "So sweet." His fingers brushed through your slick folds, spreading your wetness.

Your hips jerk at the contact, your hands clenching the bedsheets. Yoongi's touch is gentle, almost reverent, as he spreads you open with his fingers. He leans in, his mouth hot and wet, and then he's licking a broad stripe up your slit, from your entrance to your clit.

He lets out a low, hungry groan as his tongue meets your clit. His hands slide up your body as he devours you, reaching for your chest, palming at your nipples.

His fingers brush across your mouth, and reflexively, you open for them, sucking them in, moaning around them as his tongue swipes across your clit.

The combination of his mouth on your clit and his fingers in your mouth is too much to bear, and you find yourself mindlessly pushing against his face. He hums against your clit.

"Ride baby," he murmured.

His words, mumbled against your clit, seem to send electric sparks through your core. You do as he says, lifting your hips off the bed, pushing against his mouth, seeking more pressure.

His fingers in your mouth press down on your tongue, muffling your moans as he flicks his tongue over your clit, fast, rough, and relentless. Your back arches off the bed, your hands flying down to tangle in his hair, desperate for something to hold on to.

"Yeah baby, you can pull them," he murmured.

You grip his hair tight, both hands tugging on the strands as you grind against his face, seeking friction. His fingers slide out of your mouth, only to wrap around your thigh, holding you in place, his grip tight, almost bruising.

His tongue on your clit is a flurry of movement, swirling circles, then hard, flat pressure, then sucking, all mixed with little scrapes of his teeth that send sparks of heat through your belly. Your legs quake around his head, your muscles tightening as you approach the edge.

Your mind fogged by pleasure. You're teetering on the edge, every nerve ending on fire. You grind against his face, chasing that sweet release. Your fingers twist in his hair, your voice a mix of moans and pleads.

"Don't stop, oh god, don't stop.." you gasp.

His hands on your thighs seem to dig in further, anchoring you. His mouth on you is relentless.

You can feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter. All you can hear is the wet sounds of his mouth on you, the rasp of your breaths, your moaned pleas and his grunts, and the rain pounding against the window.

His grip on your thighs is almost painful, but you can barely feel the pain. Your body is on fire, your spine tingling, your muscles clenching, and then he's sucking on your clit, hard.

That's all it takes. Your orgasm hits you with a force that takes your breath away. Your body arches off the bed as you come, a silent scream escaping your lips. Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he holds you through it, lapping up every last drop until you're trembling and boneless against the sheets.

Slowly, he releases your thigh, his hands gently easing your legs off his shoulders. He looks up at you, his chin glistening, his eyes dark, wild, and filled with something else. Something more intense than desire.

He crawls up your body, fingers spreading your legs wider, and he leans down and kisses you.

His mouth is hot and rough, tasting of you. His tongue delves into your mouth, and you can't help but taste yourself on him. His hands grip your waist, holding you pinned against the mattress as he deepens the kiss.

His body feels solid, heavy on top of yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off him, his taut muscles, the roughness of his skin against yours.

He breaks the kiss for a moment to lean up and pull his shirt off, tossing it aside with a careless flick of his wrist. His hands are everywhere, your breasts, your stomach, your legs, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. He lowers his body again, his breath hot against your ear, chest pressing against yours.

"Delicious." he murmured.

His words send a shiver through you, adding fuel to the fire that's still burning inside. His hands find yours, lacing your fingers together and pinning them next to your head. His mouth finds your neck, kissing and licking the sensitive skin there.

His hips shift, grinding against yours, and you feel something thick and hard pressing against your clit. You gasp, arching your back, and he grinds down harder, his name falling from your lips in a breathy sigh.

He rolls his hips again, the friction between you maddening, but not enough. You can feel his chest heaving against yours, his breath hot against your ear.

His hands tighten around yours, fingers almost bruising, as he keeps you in place, completely at his mercy. He's a contradiction of roughness and tenderness, feral and gentle all at once.

"You're so wet." He murmured against your neck, his voice rough and low. His hands move to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he grinds against you again.

“You feel that?” he murmured, his mouth by your ear. You can feel the smug smirk in his tone, the cocky arrogance that you'd be annoyed by if it wasn't so hot. "I am rock hard for you, and leaking so much pre cum. Shit, look at it."

His words make your head spin, your hands clenching on his fingers. You can feel it, the thick, hard length of him grinding against your clit, leaving a wet trail on your stomach.

"Feels good, don't it? You feel how big I am? You feel how hard I am for you?" he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, spreading your legs wider.

He releases one of your hands, and you reach down, wrapping your fingers around his dick. It feels even more massive in your hand, hot and slick and rock hard, the veins pulsing under your touch.

"Feel it angel." he murmured.

Your fingers can't even wrap around him completely. You run your thumb over the head of his dick, collecting the precum and spreading it down the length. It's so hot and heavy in your hands.

"You're so big." you breathed, sounding almost awed.

He let out a low groan in response, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he grinds against your hand.

"You like it, don't you? You like how big I am." He murmured, his voice low and guttural.

You nod, unable to form words. Your mind is a mess, filled with thoughts of him, of his hands, of his body, of his scent, of the way he sounds.

"Spit on it, make it more wet for you." he murmured.

You obediently lean forward and spit on his dick, letting it drip down his length. You spread it with your fingers, using both hands now to stroke him.

His hands fall to the sheets, fisting the fabric, his body quaking above you.

"So pretty. So good for me," he murmured, his hands clenching tighter as he tried to hold himself together. "Such a perfect little mess for me, aren't you?"

He moaned as you stroked him, his head falling forward onto your shoulder. He was hot all over, the roughness gone from his touch now, replaced by something rawer, needier.

"God…you feel so good," he murmured, his voice tight with pleasure. "Your hands are perfect."

You can feel him shaking, his fingers trembling against your skin. Your hands move faster, your grip tighter.

"You're big and thick, Yoongi." you murmured. "Feels so good in my hands."

He buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin, his breath hot and uneven.

"You're not… supposed to stroke it like that." He managed to say, his voice low and shaky. "Fuck."

You slow your movements, looking up at him. "You don't like it?" you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

He growled lowly, and before you could react, he rolled you over, so you were on top.

"Take it." he murmured.

His hands left yours, moving to grip your waist. With one swift movement, he lifted you up and repositioned you over his lap, his legs spread to accommodate you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, your legs straddling his thighs. His fingers gripped your waist, holding you in place.

His hands were rough again, but there was still that gentleness under it. His eyes were dark as he looked up at you, his gaze unwavering.

"Down." he murmured.

You sank down onto him, a gasp escaping your lips as you felt him nudge against your entrance. You were so wet for him, your body eagerly accepting him inside you, and he groaned as he slid inside you.

"So tight." he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening. "So wet."

He held you in place, not letting you move just yet. He was letting you adjust to his size.

He leaned back, his hands resting on your thighs, his touch almost reverent. His eyes roamed over you, taking in every detail—your flushed face, your parted lips, your heaving chest.

He slid his hands up your thighs, up your sides, and rested on your hips, fingers ghosting over your nipples. "You look beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice softer than before. "Straddled in my lap, taking my cock so well."

Your mind blanks out at his words, the compliment making your heart flutter. You lean down, your hands tangling in his hair, tugging at the strands.

He let out a small whine at the sensation, and your heart swelled with a strange fondness at the contrast of his roughness and his sensitivity. You leaned down even more, your body pressing against his, your body burning with a need to feel him closer.

His hands found your hips again, guiding your movements.

"Ride me," he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. "Bounce it."

It was an order, yet there was a plea in his voice. You obeyed, raising your hips and sinking down on him again, a moan escaping your lips as he filled you. He moaned too, his head falling back onto the mattress, his eyes shut.

His hands on your hips encouraged you to move again, and you did, finding a rhythm that made you both gasp and moan.

He groaned again, his fingers digging into your hips. "Just like that." he murmured. "So good, such a good girl."

The praise made your stomach clench, your heart skipping a beat. You rode him harder, riding him with more urgency.

"Faster," he panted, his face etched with pleasure. "Squeeze your boobs. Show me."

His rough demand sent a jolt of heat through you, and you sat up, your hands grabbing your breasts. You moaned, your back arching, and you felt him twitch inside you in response.

"Like this?" you asked, your voice breathy and needy. Your fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, the sensation adding to the pleasure building inside you. You clenched around him, your pace picking up.

He moaned, his hands gliding up your stomach to cover yours. "Oh, God," he murmured. "Perfect fucking titts, shit. So beautiful."

You moaned at his words, your fingers intertwining with his, guiding his hands to your breasts. He squeezed them gently, pinching your nipples with just the right pressure.

His hips rocked up to meet your movements, the rhythm of your bodies growing more frenzied. "You're so wet," he murmured, his breath coming in short pants. "So hot. Fuck, listen to how wet you are, baby."

The squelching sounds mixed with your moans, echoing in the room. You couldn't help but clench around him, desperate for more.

He moaned deeply, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. He slid his hands down to your ass, gripping it firmly, urging you to move faster, harder.

"Fuck, fuck. perfect ass." he murmured.

Your mind was a mess, your thoughts reduced to single syllables—yes, please, more, so good. You rode him eagerly, spurred on by his praises and the ache between your legs.

"That's it," he murmured, his fingers sinking into your flesh. "Just like that, angel. Use it, fuck me. Fuck yourself."

The vulgarity of his words, the roughness of his hands, paired with the raw vulnerability in his eyes and voice combined to a dizzying effect. You moaned, your movements growing faster, more frantic.

"Y-Yoongi." you gasped. "I'm close." You barely recognized your own voice, raw and needy.

He moaned, his fingers stilling on your ass, his body trembling beneath you. "Me too." he groaned. "Touch yourself."

You moaned, one hand moving down between your legs, your fingers finding your clit. You could feel him getting closer, his hips starting to lose their rhythm.

You circled your clit desperately, your movements getting more clumsy as you lost yourself in pleasure. He watched you, his eyes dark and hungry, his mouth partially open. "Faster," he hissed. "I wanna see you come on my cock."

You moaned, your fingers working faster, your body trembling. "Oh, God." you moaned. "Yoongi, I'm so close." Your muscles clenched around him, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

He moaned, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Come, come, come." he murmured, his voice thick with desperation. "Come on my cock."

You could feel the tension building, the room becoming nothing but heat and flesh and noises. "Yoongi, I—"

"Come for me." he growled. "Come right now."

And you did, with a cry that mingled with his name and echoed his release. You collapsed against his chest, your body shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Your heart raced, your lungs burning with the need for air. For a few moments, the world narrowed down to just the two of you: your hearts thumping against each other, your breaths mingling.

Both of you were breathing heavily, coming down from the high. He held you against his chest, his arms strong and comforting. "Holy…Jesus." he managed to huff. "I haven't been this intense in years."

You chuckled, the sound muffled against his chest. "You were something else."

His fingers ran down your spine, tracing the ridges, and you shivered at the touch. "I blame it on the rain," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble under your cheek.

The sound of the rain outside seemed to intensify, a fitting backdrop to the storm that had just occurred. You lifted your head slightly to look up at him, taking in his disheveled hair, his flushed cheeks, the sweat glistening on his forehead.

"The rain, huh." you said, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Definitely the rain."

He huffed out a half-laugh, a sound that rumbled through his chest. "Definitely the rain." he repeated. "And you. Jesus." His fingers moved up to your hair, stroking the strands absently.

You rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him.

He met your gaze, his eyes a mix of vulnerability and satisfaction. For a moment, you just looked at each other, the weight of what had just occurred settling upon you both.

He shifted slightly, a small wince crossing his face. "I should probably…pull out." he murmured.

You nodded, your heart beating a little faster at the thought. You lifted yourself up, hissing as you felt him slide out of you, the sudden emptiness making you feel empty. He let out a soft groan.

"Fuck, so much cum." you murmured and chuckled.

He huffed out a dry laugh, running a hand over his face. "Yeah. That tends to happen." There was a hint of humor in his voice, but also something else, something warmer, more vulnerable. "I come a lot.. sorry about that."

You shook your head, still lying sprawled on top of him. "Don't be sorry." you murmured. "It felt really good."

His hands rubbed up and down your back, his touch both soothing and intimate.

"Good." he murmured. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, before adding lowly, "You felt really good."

You huffed a laugh. "So did you."

His hands continued their absentminded journey across your back, the roughness of his fingers a stark contrast to the gentleness of his touch.

"Seriously though." you said, propping yourself up on your elbows. "We've made a mess."

He chuckled, his fingers tracing the curve of your spine. "Yeah, we did."

A moment of silence passed, then he said gruffly, "I should grab something to clean us up." He moved to stand up.

You rolled off him, allowing him to get up. He stood up, stretched, and walked naked to the adjoining bathroom. You lay there for a moment, watching him go, feeling oddly content despite the mess.

He returned a moment later with a wet washcloth.

"Open your legs, angel," he murmured.

Your heart skipped a beat at the simple command, and you did as he said, parting your legs for him.

He settled back between your legs, the washcloth in his hand. He pressed it against your inner thigh, the slightly cool material a stark contrast to the scorching heat of your skin. You flinched at the sensation, but he held you in place with a firm hand on your hip.

Your body was oversensitive, every touch sending shivers down your spine. He brushed the cloth over your folds, cleaning up the mess while being surprisingly gentle.

"Sore?" he asked, his voice still gruff but softer now, like the rough edges had been shaven off.

You swallowed, feeling the ache between your legs. "A little," you admitted.

He paused, giving you a look that almost resembled concern. "Sorry." he murmured, a hint of guilt in his voice. "Took you too hard."

You reached out, touched the back of his hand. "It's okay," you reassured softly. "I liked it. A lot."

His gaze flicked back to you, and for a moment, the hard lines on his face softened. "Next time," he said, "I'll take better care of you."

Your heart fluttered at his words. "There'll be a next time, huh?" you said, unable to stop the slight flutter of hope in your voice.

He huffed out a small chuckle, the first trace of a genuine smile on his face the whole night. "If you want there to be." It almost sounded like a question.

You offered him a small, genuine smile. "I do." you said, your voice softer than you'd intended.

Something softened in his eyes at your words. He ran the cloth over your inner thighs again, and you shivered at the sensitivity, the cotton slightly rough against your skin.

"Good," he murmured. He seemed to think for a moment before adding, "Do… you want to stay the night?"

The question caught you off guard, but there was no hesitation in your answer. "Yeah." you agreed. "I'd like that."

He finished cleaning you up, tossing the washcloth onto the floor. He gestured for you to move over, making room for him next to you on the bed.

"Come here." he murmured.

You scooted over to him, nestling into his side. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you closer, and you rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a stark contrast to the frenzied pace it had been moments ago. The silence was comfortable, filled with a newfound easiness.

The rain hammered against the windows, creating a soothing background noise. You let out a contented sigh, feeling the exhaustion seep into your bones.

His fingers ran soothing circles on your hip, the roughness of his knuckles a contrast to the warmth of his touch. "You should sleep." he murmured.

You nuzzled closer into his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest under you. "You should too." you murmured back.

He let out a small huff that might've been a laugh. "Probably," he replied, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "Fuck, we did it."

You hummed in agreement, feeling the weight of the night settle around you. "Yeah, we did."

He huffed again, the vibrations resonating through his chest. "Finally." he murmured. "I've wanted to do that for a while."

You chuckled, the sound muffled against his chest. "You're not the only one."

time skip.

You leaned back in your chair, sighing as you rubbed your eyes. Your fingers rested on the keyboard of your laptop in front of you, half written essay forgotten for the moment.

It had been a week since that night, and you'd been replaying it in your mind obsessively. Everything about it had been seared into your brain—his hands, his mouth, his voice, the way he moaned your name, how he held you after.

You shook your head, trying to clear the image from your mind. You couldn't afford to be distracted now. Finals were approaching, and you had a paper due next week.

You tried to refocus on the essay on your laptop screen, but your thoughts kept wandering back to that night, sending shiver after shiver down your spine. You remembered the roughness of his voice, the possessiveness in his words.

Suddenly, the door to your apartment clicked open, snapping you back to the present. You turned in your chair to see Yoongi stepping inside.

"Hello angel baby." he smiled.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. He looked unfairly attractive in a grey t-shirt that hugged his biceps, black sweatpants emphasizing his long legs. His hair was pulled back in a small bun, emphasizing his sharp cheekbones.

"Hey." you managed to utter, trying to control the flutter in your chest. "Come, give me a hug"

His smile widened, and he strode over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up into his embrace. You couldn't help but inhale his musk, the scent igniting a spark of desire deep within you.

"Missed me, huh?" he murmured, his breath warm against your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to play it cool even as your heart raced. "A little," you admitted.

He chuckled, his hands running up and down your back. "Only a little?" he teased. "Come, hold me."

His hands shifted, hooking under your thighs and lifting you off the ground. You were so caught off guard you squeaked, arms tightening reflexively around his neck. He carried you to the couch, sitting down with you straddling his lap, hands still under your thighs.

"There." he murmured, settling you comfortably on top of him. "Much more comfortable."

You obliged, letting him pull you closer, pressing your body against his. His hands roamed freely, possessive and domineering. You could feel the heat of his touch through your clothes.

"You've been avoiding me." he murmured, his lips grazing your ear. "I don't like that."

Your legs rested on either side of his hips, the position leaving little space between your bodies. His hands settled back on your waist, his fingertips just grazing the skin under your shirt. You leaned closer, resting your hands on his shoulders, letting your fingers play with his hair at the nape of his neck.

He let out a small sigh as you played with his hair, his hands tracing patterns on the small of your back. "Someone's clingy today." he murmured, amused. "I like it."

You huffed out a small laugh, but didn't pull away. In fact, you leaned further into his touch, letting your forehead rest on his shoulder.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close. Your stomach pressed against the firm muscles of his abdomen, his heartbeat steady under your ear.

"Long day?" he murmured, his fingers still drawing patterns on your spine.

You nodded against his shoulder. "Just this stupid essay. Professor's being a pain."

He hummed, his fingers moving up to massage the nape of your neck. "You'll get it done and smash it. You're smart." he murmured.

Your heart fluttered at the compliment, but you couldn't help but mumble, "I don't feel very smart right now."

His hands stopped their movement, and you felt him pull back just enough to look at you. "Hey." he said firmly, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. "Look at me."

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark and serious, his fingers grazing along your jaw.

"You're smart, okay? You are the smartest person I know." he said, punctuating each word. "You're gonna finish that paper, and it's gonna be amazing. And then you're gonna get those good grades, and you're gonna make that prof wish he never gave you that assignment in the first place, alright?"

His words, the unwavering certainty and belief in his voice, stirred something in you. You leaned into his touch, feeling the weight of his words sink in.

"Yeah." you murmured, feeling a little more determined. "Yeah, I will."

His grip on your jaw gentled, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. "Damn right you will." he murmured, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small smile. "Hungry, baby?"

The change in subject threw you off, and it took a moment for your brain to catch up. "Uh, yeah." you finally managed to say, a little dazedly.

His hands slid down to your waist, and he lifted you up effortlessly, setting you back on your feet between his knees. "Come then," he said, rising to his feet and offering you his hand.

You took his hand, feeling a bit unbalanced after being hoisted off his lap. He led you to your small kitchen, gesturing for you to sit at the table while he rummaged through your fridge.

He emerged moments later with some eggs, carrots, green onions, and some beef. You watched as he moved around your kitchen like he owned it, chopping up the vegetables with practiced ease.

He moved with a surprisingly captivating efficiency. His hands were quick and precise, his muscles flexing under his shirt as he chopped. You couldn't help but admire the way he moved, the grace and strength in every motion.

He was quiet as he cooked, focused on the task at hand. Every now and then, he'd catch you watching him, your eyes fixed on him with a mixture of awe and hunger. He pretended not to notice, but the corners of his mouth would twitch with suppressed amusement.

The room filled with the aroma of sautéing vegetables and sizzling beef. You couldn't help but feel a sense of peace, watching him cook.

He moved back to the fridge, grabbing some soy sauce and sesame oil, then drizzled them into the pan. He continued to stir the ingredients together, the clink of metal against the pan the only sound in the room. You could sense the concentration on his face, the slight furrow in his brows as he focused on the task at hand.

Minutes later, the room filled with the rich aroma of stir-fried food. Your stomach growled in response, making you feel a little embarrassed.

He must've heard the noise because he chuckled, a low, rough sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Hungry, are we?" he murmured. Without looking at you, he scooped up a spoonful of the contents of the pan and held it out to you. "Open up."

Your cheeks heated at his words, but you obeyed, parting your lips slightly. He brought the spoon close, the sizzling ingredients dripping hot onto your tongue. His eyes remained focused on your mouth, watching as you chewed and swallowed.

The food was delicious, flavorful and hot, but your attention was fixed on him. You met his gaze, holding his heated stare as you licked your lips.

A muscle in his jaw ticked, his eyes darkened, locked on your mouth as you swiped your tongue across your bottom lip. He let out a rough exhale through his nose, the sound almost resembling a growl.

"Stop licking your lips like that." he murmured.

You swallowed, feeling the thrill of defiance and the need to push him further. "Why?" you replied coyly, lifting a hand to run your finger along your bottom lip, collecting a bit of the sauce and bringing it to your mouth.

His eyes followed your every movement, his jaw clenching.

"Because it makes me want things." he gritted out.

You fought the urge to smirk, loving the fact that you had this effect on him. You swiped your finger across your bottom lip again, this time making it a show, your tongue darting out to lick the sauce off.

"Stop playing, angel." he murmured.

But you weren't going to make it easy for him. His reaction was too enticing, too fun. You swiped your finger across your lip again.

"I wish I could suck your dick like this." you murmured.

"Jesus, baby." he murmured. He set the spoon down on the counter.

You could see the tension in the way he stood, the way his shoulders were taut, the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. He was trying to hold himself back. You wanted to see him break.

You leaned forward in your chair, parting your lips, a silent invitation. His dark eyes tracked the movement, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths.

"Yoongi." you murmured, your voice soft and sultry. "Come here." He visibly swallowed, his hands flexing again at his sides. His eyes were locked on your mouth.

Without a word, he rounded the countertop, stepping between your legs, his knees pressing against yours.

His chest was inches from your face, your hands resting on his waist. You could feel the heat from his body, his muscled chest rising and falling with each breath he took. You could smell the scent that was uniquely him, a mix of sweat, leather, and now, a little bit of soy sauce.

You reached up, your fingers fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. "This needs to come off." you murmured.

His hands found the hem of his shirt, lifting it up over his flexed abs, the movement fluid and swift. You watched, admiring the way his muscles moved under his skin. Soon, his shirt was tossed onto the counter, leaving him in nothing but a pair of low-sitting sweats, pressing your lips to his stomach.

One of his hands came up to tangle in your hair, tightening as you moved your mouth lower, your hands coming down to grip his hips. You mouthed over the V of his hip bones, feeling the heat pooling in your belly. You reached the hem of his sweatpants, your fingers toying with the elastic.

"Take these off." you murmured.

"Is that so, princess?" he murmured, his fingers tightening in your hair. "You giving commands now?"

You nipped at his hip bone, smiling against his skin. "Take them off." you repeated, your hands already pushing down his sweatpants.

He obliged, pushing his sweats down his legs and kicking them away. You leaned back, taking in the sight of him standing there in front of you, naked and toned and all for you. Your eyes roamed over his body, starting from his broad shoulders, down his firm chest, the ridges of his abs, and lower.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, long and thick, already starting to harden at the tip. You knelt before him.

His hand was still in your hair, his fingers twitching, his eyes dark as he looked down at you. "You want it, baby girl?" he murmured. "You want my dick in your mouth?"

You looked up at him, your hands pressing against his hip bones. "Yes." you murmured, your mouth mere inches from him. "I want it."

He groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Fuck." he murmured.

You took him in your hand, feeling the weight and thickness of him. He was hot and hard, the skin satin-smooth under your grip. You gave him a firm stroke, and he groaned again, his fingers flexing in your hair.

"It's leaking already." he murmured, his voice rougher than usual. "Want a taste, angel?"

You couldn't resist, you were aching for him. You wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him in your mouth. You leaned forward, your tongue poking out to lap at the head of his cock.

He inhaled sharply, his grip on your hair tightening. "Jesus." He breathed. You flicked your tongue over his head again, tasting the salty precum. You moaned, the taste making your mouth water for more.

"More?" he murmured. "Go on, take it."

You moaned again, not needing to be told twice. You took him into your mouth, wrapping your lips around him as you slid down his length. He moaned above you, his fingers flexing in your hair. "Shit, yeah." he groaned. "Just like that, angel. Take me nice and deep."

You moaned around him, taking him as deep as you could. You moaned at the taste of him, the weight of him in your mouth. You pulled back spit on it.

He groaned again, his head falling back. "God damn." he moaned. "You have such filthy little mouth."

You didn't respond, not with your mouth full. You bobbed your head, taking him in deeper, your fingers wrapped around the base of him. He moaned again, his hands tightening in your hair. "Good girl." he murmured.

You moaned at the praise, the ache between your legs growing stronger. You pulled off him just to catch your breath.

He took the opportunity to lift you up, picking you up as you squeaked in surprise. He set you down on the dining table, knocking the contents off it, and then grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the table.

You gasped as he manhandled you, shock quickly replaced by excitement. He pulled your pants off, tossing them aside. He stepped between your spread legs, his hands gripping your thighs. He leaned forward, his mouth by your ear.

"I'm gonna eat you out." he murmured

Your heart skipped a beat, your hands clutching at his shoulders. "Yeah?" you managed to say, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears.

He chuckled, his hands spreading your legs even wider. "Yeah." he murmured.

He kissed down your neck, his hands sliding down your thighs. He knelt in front of the table, his fingertips grazing the insides of your thighs. He looked up at you as he leaned forward, and his hot breath fanned your pussy. You moaned at the sensation, your hands clenching in his hair.

He moaned against you, the vibration only adding to the sensation. His tongue flicked out, tasting your clit, and you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair. He moaned against you again, his hands spreading your legs wider, his tongue diving deeper.

You moaned again, the heat pooling in your belly. It felt so good, his mouth on your clit like this. You lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders.

"Such a pretty pussy princess." he murmured against you and spit on it a few times. "Do you like the way I move my tongue around your clit?'

"Y-yeah." You moaned, arching your back off the table. "Feels so good."

His hands moved up, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you down. "You're so wet for me, baby." he murmured. "Fuck, I love burying my face in this fucking pussy."

He flattened his tongue, tracing it up and down your clit. You moaned, your hands still tangled in his hair.

"Just like that." he murmured. "Don't hold back, I wanna hear you."

His hands spread you wider, his tongue moving faster. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. You couldn't help but arch your back, your moans getting louder.

"God, I need to be inside you.'" he murmured

You moaned in agreement, your hands fists in his hair. "Please." you breathed. "Please, inside me."

He moaned against you at your words, his fingers digging into your hips, and you could feel him pull away.

"You want me, baby?" he murmured, his voice rough.

He moaned against you, his hands reaching up to grab your breasts. You moaned, the sensations almost too much.

He pulled back, standing up between your legs. He took your hands and pulled you up into a sitting position. "Turn around." he murmured.

You obeyed, turning around and getting onto your hands and knees. You could feel his gaze on your back, his hands on your hips.

"Good girl." he murmured. "Arch your back."

You obeyed again, arching your back, your ass in the air. His hands gripped your hips, his cock hot against your entrance.

"This view is even better." he murmured, his grip on your hips tightening. Your back arched further, wanting him.

You could feel him lining up with your entrance, and you moaned in anticipation. But he paused, his hands gripping your hips.

"Look at me." he murmured.

You looked over your shoulder, meeting his eyes. His gaze was dark, his jaw clenched. He held your gaze as he pressed into you. Your moan was breathy, your fingers digging into the table.

His hands gripped your hips firmly as he slid fully inside you. You moaned again, your eyes fluttering shut. "Look at me." he repeated hoarsely. You forced your eyes open, trying to focus on his face.

He set a brutally fast pace, his hands digging into your hips. You moaned loudly, your moans echoing in the room. He groaned behind you, the noise coming from deep in his chest.

He leaned over you, his other hand grabbing your hip. He pounded into you, his hips slapping against your ass. His pace was punishing, relentless. You moaned with every thrust, the sound mingled with the wet sounds of him.

You moaned louder, the sounds filling the room as he took you from behind, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin echoing the slap of skin on skin.

He moaned, his grip on your neck tightening. "I wanna see your face." he murmured, his voice rough with need. He pulled out, his hands on your hips turning you around. You lay back on the table, looking up at him.

He looked hot, his chest heaving, his hair falling in his face. He looked wrecked, and the power it gave you was heady. He grabbed your legs and slid straight back inside.

You moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist. He leaned over you, his hands on the table next to your head, caging you in. He set a hard pace, his hips snapping forward with each thrust.

You moaned again, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He moaned in response, his mouth finding yours. The kiss was sloppy, needy.

Neither of you even tried to take control, your mouths just moved together, desperate for more. His hands found yours, fingers intertwining and pinning them to the table. his fingers clenched around yours.

His pace grew relentless, the kiss breaking as he buried his face in your neck, his grunts and moans hot against your skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your bodies moved together, a mess of moans and gasps and sweat. You could feel him starting to lose control, his movements becoming erratic.

"Baby, I'm close." he groaned against your neck.

You moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Me too." you managed to say. Your legs tightened around him, trying to keep him close.

He grunted, his hips stuttering. "Fuck, baby." he panted, his hands tightening on yours. "You're so tight."

You moaned, the praise sending waves of heat through your body. "So close, Yoongi, so close." you moaned, your body trembling with building tension.

He groaned, his pace picking up. "I know, I know." he panted. "I'm right there."

His movements grew more frantic, his grip on your hands turning bruising. The table creaked beneath you, the sound mixing with the slapping of skin and the moans and grunts coming from both of you.

Your moans got louder, your body arching under him. "Don't stop, don't stop!" you whimpered.

"God, I'm gonna-" He growled. He buried his face in your neck, his hips rutting against yours.

You moaned, your body trembling with anticipation. "Please, please." you whined, your hands clenching in his hair.

He moaned, "Oh, god." He bit down on your neck, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure.

His grip on your hands tightened, painful and desperate. You moaned, on the edge.

You writhed beneath him, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. "Yoongi, I'm gonna-" you managed to say, your voice trembling.

"Come, baby, come." he growled against your neck. "I need you to come."

His hips snapped forward one last time, and that was all it took. You screamed, your fingers clenching so hard your knuckles turned white.

"That's it, that's it, that's it!" he moaned, his words a mantra. He kept pushing, his movements jerky and erratic. You moaned through the waves of pleasure.

You moaned, the feeling too intense. "Too much, too much." you moaned.

He didn't stop, his hands squeezing yours, his mouth on your neck. "You can take it, baby. Just a little more." he gritted out.

You moaned again, the sensation almost overwhelming. He moaned as well, his hips grinding against yours, his movements becoming more urgent.

"Just a little more, I'm almost- oh god." he panted, his movements becoming sloppy. "I'm so close, baby." He moaned, his grip on your hands growing tighter.

A fresh wave of pleasure shot through your body, making you clench around him. You moaned again, your voice wavering. "Come, please come." you moaned, the words escaping before you could stop them.

His moaned against your neck. "Oh, god." he groaned, his voice strangled. "Oh, god, I'm-"

He let out a loud groan as he pushed in one final time, his hips stuttering against yours, his fingers tightening around yours. His body tensed, and he buried his face in your neck. You moaned as you felt him come inside you.

You both lay there, panting and sweaty, holding onto each other tightly. You could feel his heart racing beneath your hands, his body trembling with exertion.

After a few moments, he lifted his head, his eyes soft and slightly unfocused as he looked down at you. He released your hands, and his fingers brushed against your cheek.

"You okay?" he murmured, his voice rough.

You could only nod. Words eluded you at that moment. All you could feel was the aftershocks of pleasure running through your body. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his hands still touching your face.

"God.." You murmured, your brain still trying to catch up.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Yeah." he agreed, his voice gravelly. He lifted himself off you, pulling out of you with a soft gasp. His hands left your face, and you immediately missed their warmth.

He pulled you up into a sitting position, his hands on your waist.

"You alright?" he asked, concern flickering in his eyes as he took in your flushed face and messed-up hair.

You huffed a laugh, feeling a bit of a mess.

"I'm great." you replied, your voice coming out raspy. "But I think you ruined my table." You gestured to the table. The table that you'd just been writhing all over, and would definitely need a deep cleaning.

He chucked again, his fingers still around your waist, his gaze lingering on the table.

"I'll buy you another one." he said, his tone still a little rough. "Or a better one. One that can stand up to our… activities." A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

A small shiver ran down your spine at his words.

"Or maybe." he murmured, his thumbs running circles against your hips. "Maybe something sturdier, like a desk." His hands moved backwards, gripping your ass. "Or a chair."

Your breath caught in your throat at the suggestion, the images that flashed in your mind causing heat to stir in your belly. "Or a wall." you added, your voice soft.

His eyebrows shot up, a surprised look on his face. "A wall, huh?" he repeated, his hands giving your ass a firm squeeze.

You nodded, a small shiver running through you at his touch. "Yeah." you murmured. "Or maybe." Your hands reached up to settle on his chest. "Maybe a door."

He let out a low groan, his hands squeezing your ass again. "Jesus. Stop." He leaned down, and Yoongi’s gaze suddenly focused on the clock. "Oh fuck me."

You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at your lips. "Didn't we just do that?"

His eyes snapped back to you, the dark glint returning to his gaze. "It's 12 pm midnight. It's your birthday."

Your eyes widened, realization hitting you. "It's past midnight?"

He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, princess." He brought a hand up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Happy birthday, and I love you."

Your heart swelled at his words, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. "I love you too." you murmured.

He leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss, the roughness from earlier replaced with tenderness. It was a different kind of intimacy, filled with affection and warmth.

You melted into him, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. His hands moved from your face to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss lingered, filled with unspoken emotions and promises.

After a few moments, he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours.

He chuckled softly, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of your neck. "You're gonna be exhausted tomorrow." he murmured. "I didn't give you much time to sleep."

You huffed a small laugh, a mixture of contentment and fatigue settling in. "It was worth it." you murmured, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his broad chest.

Across the chaos, Jimin feels his jeans grind against his hard bulge. The scene of you and Analia lives rent-free in his head, replaying over and over again like a loop. He wants to bend you over the next flat surface and feel just how messy you are between your legs.

To hear both Analia and you moan again is something that makes his blood boil with need. It's addictive.

You run your hand through your hair, the champagne, wine, and every other booze you’ve tasted colliding in your chest. You pause as your eyes move over the chaos.

Bodies press against each other, the music turns up louder, and you spot Hoseok in the crowd dancing with a girl. Their bodies are so close you can see her grinding her hips against him.

“I bet she’s fucking moaning for him right now,” you mumble under your breath.

Your eyes move again, and you spot Taehyung kissing a girl’s neck under a thick tree in the back.

Namjoon sits by a conversational pit, one hand resting on a girl’s ass as she sits on his lap, whispering something in his ear.

You feel your chest tighten, running your hand along your chest as if to soothe yourself.

You look toward a car parked in one of the driveways of the other lake houses. Jungkook leans against the hood, a girl’s head thrown back with one leg hooked over his hip. You squint slightly and notice that his hand is in her jeans.

“Fuck,” you sigh under your breath.

You jump off the table and hand the bottle of champagne to the next person in front of you.

You need something cold to drink—something to quench whatever is raging inside your bones.

You walk into the Min lake house, and just like outside, people are everywhere. Some sit in the living rooms and kitchens making out, drinking, and dancing.

Opening the fridge, you pull out a cold bottle of water. Your eyes close as you throw your head back, gulping it down like you haven't tasted water in years.

A moan makes your eyes snap open. You stop drinking and lift your head. Seokjin leans against the fridge, a girl kissing him like the air in her lungs isn't enough. He runs his fingers through her hair, gripping it at the base while his other hand squeezes her hip, walking her backward until her back hits the kitchen island.

You walk toward the sink and pour some of the water into the palm of your hand before splashing it over your face, your chest, and the back of your neck. The loud music, the noise, and watching your friends make out is making something cry with an ache in your bones.

“Lua!"

You pause and catch your breath, looking at yourself in the reflection of the window above the sink.

Turning around, you don't wait. You drop the bottle into the sink and reach out, your fingers getting lost in the back of Analia’s hair. You pull her close and kiss her for the second time that same night.

Analia pulls back. “What’s—”

You kiss her again before she can finish, pulling at the roots of her hair.

Analia’s lips part into a gasp at what's happening. She had made out with you not long ago—an hour ago tops—but here you both are in the kitchen now.

You grip Analia’s hip hard and push your tongue into her mouth. You can taste something vanilla and berry-like on your friend’s lips, and it’s driving you crazy.

“Lua—”

“You taste so good,” you moan into Analia’s mouth.

“Thanks, but—” Analia laughs as she tries to pull away, but you only angle your head to deepen the kiss.

“Can I taste more of you again?” you whisper.

Analia’s eyes widen. “Lua, I love you, darling,” she says, trying to move away. “But—”

“I know you’re not into girls, dumbass,” you roll your eyes. “But I can’t find Jimin and I really need this. Please.”

Analia makes a sound that sounds like, “I don’t know.” But you pout—the exact same way you do whenever you want something. Whenever you want to make pancakes at 2 AM, whenever you want to binge a series, or whenever you want to do Analia’s makeup because you're bored.

“Please,” you murmur.

Analia rolls her eyes once and sighs. “Fine. You’re lucky you’re my friend.”

You smile as if you’ve just received a Christmas present you’ve always wanted. You grab Analia’s hand and drag her away from the chaos toward the bedrooms.

You take the stairs two at a time, ignoring the people gathered on the second floor. You walk toward the end of the hallway and push open the last door on the left-hand side.

You pull Analia inside big room and shut the door behind you, locking it.

This room is spacious with a queen-sized bed and a private bathroom attached. A lamp on one side of the bed has been turned on castling a warm glow over the room, filling up every corner. There’s another chair in the corner as well, a towel tossed over the armrest.

You keep on holding Analia’s hand as you sit down on the bed and pull her closer to where you’re seated.

You can’t stop the smile spreading across your face as Analia lets you guide her down, straddling her thighs across your lap. She has her hands on your shoulders as if trying to keep a safe distance, her eyes studying you nervously.

You reach out and push her dark hair away from her face with one hand, letting your fingers slide over her smooth skin. Her eyes flutter shut as a shudder flows through her.

“Lua,” Analia murmurs, her fingers squeezing your shoulder. “We really shouldn’t.”

You raise your other hand, moving up to place it on the side of her neck. You slide your thumb over her jaw and trace her bottom lip with it.

“Really shouldn’t what?” you ask, tilting your head as you look into her eyes. "We already did that."

“That was then. This is now,” Analia says, a small frown appearing on her face. “It’s different this time.”

"Why is it different?” you murmur.

Your fingers move up to her hair, running through her messy hair. Some leaves have fallen into it, most likely from her time outdoors.

"You’re not drunk,” Analia reminds, her eyes following your fingers. "You don’t have an excuse.”

You hum, your fingers stopping at the nape of her neck, gently tugging on her hair, and tilting her neck back.

"I don’t need one,” you murmur.

“Lua—” Analia starts but gets cut off when you press your thumb on her bottom lip again, applying more pressure, and then letting it slide across her lip. You can see her chest rising and falling, her breathing slightly faster.

As if on instinct, her tongue flicks out to taste your thumb. She doesn’t realize what she’s doing until she sees you smirk, your eyes darkening. You press your thumb harder, and this time, her mouth opens.

She inhales sharply, her head tilting back even more. "I—Jesus," she breathes.

You hum as your eyes rake down her neck, noticing her rapid pulse. You brush her hair to the side to reveal her neck, which is slightly glistening in sweat. Slowly, you move your thumb out of her mouth and drag it down along her neck and chest, feeling her shiver.

Your finger comes to a stop at the valley between her breast. Her chest rises and falls heavily at your action, her eyes fixated on your finger. Without looking up, you slide your fingers under her shirt, feeling her skin heat up under your touch. She moans softly as you brush the underside of her bra, her hips shifting ever so slightly.

"You’re not resisting,” you murmur, smirking. "In fact, you’re responding to me, fuck Yoongi is so lucky."

You can feel Analia’s fingers squeeze your shoulder, and then her legs squeeze your thighs. She’s shifting in your lap, trying to ease the tension between her legs. You feel her hot core rubbing against your jeans.

“Oh,” you murmur, a dark smirk on your face. "Someone’s needy."

You slide your hand up even further, pushing her bra up to reveal her nipple and pinch it between your fingers. She gasps, her hips jerking forward to meet yours.

"Jesus Christ," she groans. "Where did you get so shameless?”

You flick her nipple again, feeling its hard peak against your finger. "I’ve always been shameless,” you murmur. "You've known me since kindergarten."

Analia inhales a sharp breath, her fingers grip your shoulder tighter. "Y-yes, and—” she stutters. "You never did something like this before.”

You pinch her nipple again, feeling her thigh clench around you. "I never needed to,” you murmur, your eyes dark. "Because I always had Jimin to take care of me."

Analia’s grip on you tightens even more, her head tilted back. "You still do,” she breathes. "You can still go back to him right now and ask him to take care of you."

You keep your fingers pinched on her nipple, twisting it and rolling it. "Do you really think he’d be able to help?" you murmur. "Do you think he’d be able to take care of me right now? I am fucking feral."

Analia lets out a shaky moan, her hands moving down to grip your waist. "How feral?"

You slide your other hand to her inner thigh, feeling her heat. ”Very.”

Analia swallows, her eyes darkening and her hands gripping you even tighter. “Are you trying to make me regret my decision to stop this?” she asks huskily.

You slide your hand up her inner thigh, feeling her heat even more. "What decision?” you murmur. "The decision that involved you straddling my lap, or the decision to deny both of us that we both want to get fucked?"

You pull away from Analia and straddle her before rolling your hips.

"Fuck,” Analia’s back arches ever so slightly. She grips your hips, her nails digging into your skin.

You moan and chuckle as you pause. “Be honest, do you want to get fucked again like we did that night?” you ask.

Analia looks up at you and bites her bottom lip. The thought—the memory—comes to her like a bucket of cold water. Before she can even realize what she's doing, she nods her head.

You smirk softly and reach into your pocket, pulling out your phone. You open the camera app and hit record. You roll your hips once again against Analia, pulling a moan from her before pausing once more.

Leaning down, you kiss Analia, slipping your tongue into your friend’s mouth before pulling back and hitting stop on your phone.

You slip off Analia and roll onto your stomach next to her.

“What are you doing?” Analia mirrors you, rolling onto her stomach as well.

You tap on your phone a few times, and Analia sees that you've selected two names before sending the video to them.

“What’s that gonna do?” Analia frowns.

You place your phone down on the side and turn to Analia. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, you hook your leg over her hips, drawing her close until you can feel the heat from between her legs press against you.

“You’ll see,” you say before kissing Analia again.

Downstairs, Yoongi has been looking for Analia for the last twenty minutes. She's nowhere to be seen.

His phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a video message from you. He opens the message, and when he presses play, his cock hardens in his jeans all over again.

“Jimin!” he calls out to his friend across the chaos.

Jimin looks at him from across the garden, and Yoongi gestures for him to come over. He stands up and enters the house, where it's no less chaotic than outside.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks.

“Did you get a text from Lua?” Yoongi asks.

Jimin frowns, searching his pockets for his phone. He reaches into his back pocket and sees a video message from you—the exact same one Yoongi got.

He opens it, and his bulge aches in his jeans.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs as he locks his own phone.

Jimin chews on his bottom lip for a moment, thinking. “Should we go upstairs?” he asks and Yoongi nods.

Meanwhile upstairs, you and Analia are tangled together on the bed. You both still have your panties and tops on, but the rest of your clothes are gone.

The door to the bedroom opened, but you and Analia do not notice. Not until the door is closed and the sound of the key turning clicked.

You and Analia pulled away from the kiss and looked at Yoongi and Jimin standing in the room as well now.

“Ah,” you tilted your head. “You got our little video?”

“Yes,” they said. "We did.”

“Good,” you reached over Analia and brushed a stand of hair behind her ear. You do not let go of Analia’s face, but you did turn to look at the guys again. “You gonna just stand there?” you asked. “or are you gonna do something?”

You kept your eyes on the guys as you leaned in and kissed Analia before closing your eyes. You brushed your tongue against hers, making sure that Yoongi and Jimin saw the collision of your tongue with Analia’s.

You smirked against her lips when you heard Yoongi and Jimin cussing under their breathes like they were in pain.

Yoongi’s jaw was clenched as he slowly shook his head. He looked at Jimin before looking at you and Analia on the bed and Jimin nodded.

“No no,” Yoongi said. "She is mine."

“Oh,” you muttered, turning to look at Yoongi. You raised an eyebrow. “She's only yours? Not the other way around?”

All of a sudden you felt your lips kissing air. You opened your eyes and Analia was being carried away by Yoongi into the room behind the half-closed sliding, transparent sliding, glass door.

There was no movement in the room on the other side. Only muffled chatter.

Yoongi had not closed the sliding, transparent, glass door all the way. It remained open halfway.

You and Jimin were alone in one side of the massive room, and Analia and Yoongi were in the other side. The only thing separating the rooms was the sliding transparent glass door.

You looked at Jimin again, your expression unreadable.

He still had his jaw clenched, but his face was blank save by the tension in his jaw. Jimin seemed deep in thought, his arms were still hanging at his sides, despite his hands clenching into fists, as if fighting the urge to move forward to you.

Before you knew it, the lights in both room dimmed from dim-golden to crimson red.

You watched as Jimin’s jaw worked once. You could see the tension throughout his entire body as he remained rooted in place.

“Why are you holding back?” you asked.

Jimin felt a twitch in his mouth. He smirked and smiled at the same time, but he didn’t say anything.

"Talk." you said.

Jimin tilted his head as he approached you. Each step he took his jeans grinded against his hard cock. He was turned on and aching for you.

He ran the tip if his finger along the smooth and soft skin on your legs. The gesture made goosebumps rise in your skin.

His finger skimmed over your skin, starting at the back of your thighs. He was being extra gentle with you this time, as if you were someone delicate. You could only think it was because Yoongi was behind the glsss door with Analia. That and they were on the other side, unaware of the things you and Jimin were going to do.

He pulled on your leg, dragging your body closer to him. He was towering over your figure, looking down at you with dark eyes. Even in this red light, you could see how dark his eyes were; almost as if his eyes were black.

“You were very naughty today." he murmured.

His hands were on your thighs, trailing up until they reached the waistband of your panties. He rested his hands there, making you whine softly.

You squirmed and shifted on bed, trying to create some friction, but Jimin held you down.

"Uh uh." he murmured. "Not yet."

His hand gripped your waist tightly.

"You’re not in control tonight." he murmured, and something in you snapped. "I am, and I fuck the shit out you."

His hand gripped your waist tightly. He wrapped the back of your neck, pulling your face towards his and bringing your lips flush against his own. His other hand snaked up behind you to hold you in place. You moaned against his mouth.

This was not the same Jimin that you were used to.

No. This was a different Jimin and you didn’t know what to expect. And you love it.

He swiped his tongue across your lower lip, commanding entrance and you willingly parted your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss and tangle his tongue with yours. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his hands all over you.

He tasted like beer and you moaned at the familiarity. He’s not one for soft touches and gentle kisses and his roughness had you shivering.

His hand gripped your hair, tilting your head so that he had more access to your mouth. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily, leaving you breathless.

He finally pulled away from the kiss, leaving you gasping for air. His chest rose and fell with every breath, his eyes focused solely on you. You could feel the tension in the room, the thickness of the atmosphere in the air. It was too suffocating, too heated.

His eyes darkened at the sight of your lingerie. He gripped your legs, spreading them apart and stepping between them. He was kneeling in front of you now, his face was lined up with your clothed core.

He gripped your legs, spreading them apart and stepping between them. He was kneeling in front of you now, his face was lined up with your clothed core.

He placed his hands on your inner thighs, his fingers toying with the hem of your panties. He pulled your panties aside.

"Fuck, you are dripping." he whispered. "Shit.."

He slipped a finger between your folds, sliding it up and down but never where you wanted. A gasp left you and your head fell back against the bed.

"You're all red here." he murmured. "Are you aching to get fucked baby?"

He pulled his hand away and you groaned in frustration. You lifted your head to look at him but he didn’t move. His hand was hovering above your center. He was so close but still not touching you.

He smirked at your frustration. "Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you." He said. "Later."

You looked at him in disbelief, your body throbbing. "Later?" You echoed.

He hummed, the sound coming out more like a low growl. "Later." He repeated and ran his tongue over his lips, tasting you off his fingers. "But first, you're going to listen to your friend getting fucked over and over again."

Before you could protest and retaliate, the sound of moans came from the other side. You turned your head to look through the glass door. From your current position on the bed, you could see Yoongi’s figure on the other side. He was holding one of Analia’s leg up.

“Hear that baby?” Jimin gripped your ass. “And if you lean back ever so slightly, you’ll see your friend getting fucked.”

He shifted you slightly, and sure enough, you could see Analia moaning with her eyes shut. Yoongi was thrusting between her legs while they both on their sides.

“Look at that.” He murmured into your ear. “Watch them."

You moaned at the sight and the sound of Jimin’s deep voice.

"They sound so good, don’t they?" He murmured. "Do they make you feel so wet baby?"

You felt a shiver running down your spine. "Yes." You replied.

He chuckled. “They make me hard too.” He murmured. “Watch them."

He was making you watch them on purpose. He wanted you to see every detail.

You moaned at the sight. "God."

"You like that baby?" He murmured. "You like watching Yoongi pound your friend over and over again?"

You couldn't form proper words so you just moaned in response.

He chuckled again. “I think your mouth can be put to a better use." He murmured. "Can you guess what kind of use that is? For sucking my cock."

He positioned himself in front of you. He was still fully clothed and his pants had a noticeable bulge in the front.

"Open it." he murmured.

You looked up at him. He had a blank expression, but his eyes were dark and focused on you. His dominant side was showing. You brought your hands up to unbuckle his belt. You slid his jeans down his thighs, taking his boxers down with the jeans in one go.

The tip of his tip was red and angry. You moaned when the sight.

"Suck me and watch them." Jimin murmured.

You leaned in to lick the head of his cock but without taking him into your mouth. He hissed and put a hand on the back of your head to push himself into your mouth.

"Don’t be a tease, baby. I know so well how you suck my dick." he murmured.

You moaned at his words. You took him into your mouth and moaned around him. He groaned and tightened his fingers in your hair. You glanced up at him to find his jaw clenched and his eyes locked on you.

"Uh uh. Don't look at me. Look at them baby." he murmured and he grabbed your chin and forced your head to the side.

Your head was now turned to Yoongi who had moved Analia onto all fours. He was still on his knees while he thrusted into her. Her head was thrown back in pleasure.

“You see her getting stretched? That could be you." he murmured. "But you wanted to be a brat today."

His words were making you clench around nothing. You moaned around his cock and he groaned in response.

“Yeah, that look on your face. I feel it." he murmured. "You’re clenching around nothing right now, aren’t you? You’re aching to be filled up right now."

You didn’t pull away from his cock, but your moans turned into a whine. He moaned and shifted his knee forward to keep you from backing away. He pushed himself deeper into your mouth and kept a hand at the back of your head.

"Yeah, that’s it baby. Relax your mouth and take me in deeper." he murmured.

He pulled away from your mouth only to slap the head of his cock on your tongue a few times. He pulled away again, leaving a string of juices connected to his tip and your tongue.

"You know it’s hot watching you be a mess like this, right." he murmured and brushed some hair away from your face. You nodded

"I bet they wish they could see what I’m seeing." He murmured. "I bet they wish they could see the way I’m ruining you right now."

He grabbed your neck and leaned over you, forcing you to fall backwards. He climbed on top of you and settled between your legs.

"That's right, baby." He murmured "You’re gonna take this cock and you’re gonna watch them as I give you what you need." He murmured.

He slid into you easily while he shifted so that you could still see Analia and Yoongi through the glass door.

You moaned as he slid inside you. Your head was turned to Analia, who had now sat up on her hands and knees with Yoongi’s hands at the nape of her neck, pulling her back to a reverse cowgirl position.

"That’s right." He murmured. "You want to look just like her. You want to be in her position don’t you?"

You moaned and clenched around him. Your eyes were locked on the sight in front of you.

"Uh huh." You said. "Fuck, she is so wet. I can hear it."

Jimin thrust at a slow, languid pace, forcing you to watch them. "Look at her." he murmured. "Look at how fast she’s bouncing her hips up and down on his fucking cock."

"Fuck Jimin." You moaned. "I need you—need you to fuck me."

"Look at how hard she’s going. This is how you would have looked on top of me if you listened to me." he murmured.

His hand ran down your stomach and reached your legs. "Spread your legs wider for me, baby." he murmured.

You opened wider for him, your legs spreading wider.

"That’s perfect." He murmured. I’m the one who gets to see you like this." he murmured. "The only one.”

He started to pump into you with a bit more force. You moaned in response and turned your head to the side to meet his eyes. "Look at me." he murmured and grabbed your chin, tilting your head to face him, and he slapped your cheek so slightly.

You moaned again and leaned into his hand. He was starting to lose his control; his thrusts have started to get sharper and faster.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "Who takes care of your needy little pussy, baby?"

"You." You moaned. "You take care of me."

"That’s right." He murmured. "Whose little pussy was aching for attention."

"Yours." You moaned. "My pussy is aching for you."

He moaned in response and buried his face against your neck. "My good girl." He murmured between heated breaths.

He picked up the pace, driving into you with more force and speed.

He groaned against your neck. "You feel so good, baby." he murmured and pulled back to look down at you. His hands rested on either side of your head, using his hands to steady himself.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Your moans became louder and more frequent and your body arched off the bed.

You could see sweat dripping down his forehead. He leaned back down and captured your lips with his. The kiss was rough and demanding, and you moaned against his tongue as it slid into your mouth.

He broke the kiss to speak. "You want me to touch you?" He murmured. "You want me to touch your clit while I’m inside you?"

"Uh huh." You moaned. "I want it, please."

His hands reached down and found your clit. Your head fell back against the bed as he circled his fingers over your clit. You moaned and arched your back, your body shaking with pleasure. "It’s so sensitive." You said.

"I know." He murmured and circled faster. "I know."

He kept up his pace, pumping into you and circling your clit. "Goddamn, you’re so close." he murmured. "I can feel it. You’re clenching around me so hard."

You could only respond with moans, your grip on the sheets tightening as you neared the edge. Your eyes darted to the glass door and spotted Analia. She was now facing forward with her head thrown back, her hands gripped on Yoongi’s arms while he kneeled behind her, his hands gripping her waist tightly.

You could feel Jimin’s chest rising and falling against your body. "You can’t keep your eyes off of them." He murmured. "Can you, baby?"

With your head turned to the glass door, you moaned louder at the sight of Analia and Yoongi.

You moaned. "No." You panted. "She looks so good."

He sped up his fingers, hitting all the right spots. "Yeah?" He murmured and kept up his pace inside you.

"F—fuck.” You moaned. “He’s so deep inside her."

"You want that, don’t you?” He murmured. "You want to be filled up just like her.”

"Uh huh.” You moaned. "She looks so full."

"You’ll take it all, baby.” He murmured. "You’ll take all of me.”

You moaned louder and arched your back off the bed. Analia’s moans were getting louder and louder now as well. Your head was turned to the glass door again, and you were completely lost in pleasure and the sight.

"God, she sounds so pretty." You moaned. "I’m so close."

He moaned in response. "You almost there for me, baby?” he murmured and pumped into you faster. "You gonna come for me?"

Your legs shook violently and your breathing quickened. "Oh my god — “ you moaned and arched your back off the bed.

"Come for me, honey." Jimin murmured and pinched your clit with one hand and covered your mouth with the other.

You moaned loudly and arched your back.

You came, hips lifting off the bed to grind against his hand. He moaned at the feeling and kept pumping through the clenches.

"That’s it.” He murmured and lifted his hand from your mouth. "That’s my good girl." He moaned and kept up his pace.

"I’m close." he murmured and placed his hand back on the bed beside your head. He picked up his pace, driving into you faster and harder.

"You ready to take all of me, baby?” He murmured in your ear.

“Please —“ you moaned in response, “Please.”

He moaned and kept up his pace. "You want it harder?" he murmured. "You want it faster?"

You moaned in response. "Uh huh."

He moaned in response again. "Yeah, take it all for me." He murmured and picked up the pace even more.

His hips snapped forward and his nails dug into your thighs. "God, you feel so good." he murmured.

You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled him closer, your nails digging into his back.

"Don’t stop." you moaned.

He moaned in response and kept up his pace. He shifted slightly, lifting your hips up a bit more. The sound of skin slapping and your moans filled the room.

"Jimin." You moaned. "I am gonna come again."

He moaned again. "Yeah?” he murmured. "You gonna come again for me, baby?"

You moaned louder in response. "Uh huh.”

He moaned and kept up his pace. "You gonna make a mess for me?" he murmured.

You moaned again. "Yes."

He moaned in response. "You’re such a good girl.” He murmured and kept up the pace.

"I’m getting close, baby." He moaned and picked up the pace again.

"Come for me, please." you begged.

"I’m so close." you moaned. "F—fuck.” you groaned loudly.

Yoongi moaned loudly from the other side of the glass door and you tilted your head to turn to the door again. "Oh my god, he’s coming.” You moaned. "That’s so hot."

Jimin moaned at your words and kept up his pace.

He slammed into you harder. “You like that, baby?” he murmured and gripped your hips tighter. “You like watching them come?"

"Uh huh.” You moaned. "Oh my god, they’re so close."

He moaned in response and kept up the pace. "You wanna come for me now? You wanna come all over my cock?" he murmured.

You moaned loudly and felt your release building up again. "God, yes."

He moaned in response and kept up the pace. "Then come for me, baby."

He murmured. "Come on my cock."

You moaned louder and arched your back. "Oh god, I’m so close.”

His hips snapped forward and his fingers gripped your waist tighter. "Come for me, honey.” he murmured. "Come all over this fucking cock.'

You moaned louder and felt your release building up again. “Oth my god — “Your moans were loud and echoed in the room.

He moaned again. His fingers gripped your hips tighter, and his nails dug into your skin. "God, shit, shit. You just squirted. Shit. That's okay, baby, that's okay. Let it out. Let it out."

His nails dug deeper into your skin and his grip on you tightened. "Oh my god." you moaned.

"There you go, baby." he moaned and kept up the pace. "There you go."

"God it’s coming out so much." you moaned,

He moaned and kept up the pace, his hips snapping forward in quick, hard thrusts. "Uh huh," he moaned. "That’s okay, baby. "You’re making just a mess."

You moaned again when he brushed against your clit. "God, you’re so deep." you moaned.

Jimin moaned and kept up the pace. "Yeah baby, take it." he moaned and dug his hips into you. "Take it all."

"I’m gonna — I’m coming," you moaned. "Oh my god." You looked at the glass door again and watched Analia throw her head back, moaning. Seeing her made you moan louder.

"Fuck." he moaned. "You’re clenching so much around me right now." He moaned again and kept up the pace. "You’re so wet. Fuck, I am coming. I am coming."

He moaned and kept up the pace, his fingers tightening around your hips. "Oh my god." you moaned.

"I’m about to go so hard, baby.” he moaned and kept up the pace. "Fuck."

"Oh my god." he moaned as his orgasm hit him hard. "Jesus Christ."

"Oh god." You moaned and felt his come, filling you up.

He moaned and his pace slowed down. "God baby." he moaned and ran a hand down his face.

He slid out of you and sat on the bed next to you. He ran a hand down his face and let out a deep breath. “Jesus,” he said.

You couldn’t form words. All you could do was nod your head in agreement.

He leaned over and kissed your neck, your shoulders, and your chest. "You okay, baby?" he murmured between kisses.

You finally found your voice. “Yeah,” you replied hoarsely. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

He continued to kiss your neck, his hands roaming over your body. “You sure?” he murmured, his lips lingering near your ear.

You shivered at the feel of his breath on your skin. “Yeah.” you replied, finding it hard to string together a complete sentence. “I’m really okay.”

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “Good.” he murmured and placed a gentle kiss right under your jaw.

The room was filled with a comfortable silence as Jimin continued to place soft kisses on your neck. His hands roamed your body, each touch sending shivers down your spine. He seemed content simply staying like this, taking in your scent and having his arms wrapped around you.

You broke the silence first. “Jimin?” you murmured.

He hummed in response, still pressing soft kisses to your neck. "Yeah, honey?"

"That was... " you started, trying to find the right words. "That was intense."

He lifted his head to look at you and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, it was." he said softly and ran his fingers through your hair.

You felt your heart skip a beat as he looked at you. His gaze was soft and tender, completely different from the dominant persona he had just moments ago.

"You literally fuck the shit out me." you murmured and laughed

He chuckled and shook his head. "That’s me." he murmured. "Always exceeding expectations."

He leaned forward and caught your lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

You melted into the kiss, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity in his embrace. His hands continued to roam your body, the roughness of his fingertips sending shivers down your spine.

After a moment, he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. "I think we might have gone a little too far." he murmured.

You couldn’t help but laugh in agreement. "Yeah, a little.” you sighed, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and contentment.

He chuckled and lifted his head to look at you. His eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just a little?" he repeated, a small smirk forming on his lips.

You rolled your eyes at him and playfully pushed him away. "Okay, maybe more than a little." you admitted. "Shit. Did we really just have our first foursome experience?"

A full on smile spread across his face and he full-on laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Yeah we did." he said, still laughing.

He leaned back down and rested his forehead back against yours again. "And it was... wow." he murmured, his tone softer now.

You couldn’t help but smile at his response. "Yeah, wow." you echoed, feeling the same way.

He shifted so that he could rest his head on your chest and wrapped one arm around your waist. He let out a content sigh. "I’m just realizing that we didn’t even check in on Yoongi and Analia." he murmured, a cheeky tone to his voice.

You let out a snort and rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing."

He chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your chest. "They’re probably just as exhausted as we are." he murmured, his hand tracing small circles on your waist.

"Probably." you replied, feeling exhaustion beginning to settle into your bones.

He leaned up and propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at you. "Are you tired?" he asked, his eyes scanning your face.

You nodded, feeling the exhaustion weighing you down. "Yeah." you murmured, closing your eyes. "I think I’m just about ready to pass out."

He let out a low chuckle and caressed your cheek with his hand.

"Well then." he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. "Then let’s get you comfortable."

You opened your eyes and looked up at him, feeling a flicker of appreciation for his thoughtfulness. "Thanks." you murmured.

He gave you a small smile. "Of course." he said and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh at the feeling of his lips on your forehead. His touch was always so tender, so intimate.

"Come here." he murmured and scooped you up into his arms. He moved so that he was sitting with his back against the headboard, settling you onto his chest.

You melted into him, feeling safe and content in his embrace. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heartbeat.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, his chin resting on top of your head. He ran his fingers through your hair, playing with the strands.

The room fell into a comfortable silence as Jimin continued to hold you, his fingers still running through your hair. You closed your eyes and focused on the steady rise and fall of his chest, feeling the tension in your body melt away.

After a few minutes, Jimin let out a small sigh. "You know, we’ve done a lot of stupid stuff together. But this one takes the cake." he murmured, breaking the silence.

You let out a small laugh and lifted your head up to look at him. "Yeah, this one definitely tops the list." you agreed, a grin spreading across your face.

He chuckled and rested his hand on the back of your neck, keeping your face close to his.

His eyes scanned over your face, his thumb making small circles on your neck. "But at least it was fun, right?" he murmured.

You let out another small laugh and nodded. "Yeah, it was fun." you agreed, feeling a fondness for the memories they’ve shared.

He let out a small sigh and tightened his grip on your neck ever so slightly. "Good," he murmured and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead once again.

next morning

You slowly stirred awake, feeling the warmth of a body pressed against your back. You opened your eyes and found yourself spoon against Jimin, his arm encircling your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of his body pressed against yours. You shifted slightly, wanting to bask in the feeling for a little longer.

Jimin seemed to stir as well, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. He let out a soft mumble, his breath warm against your neck. "Mmm, morning beautifu." he murmured, his voice sleepy and raspy.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his voice and his warm breath against your neck. You turned your head to look at him, noticing his eyes were still closed.

"Good morning." you murmured, a soft smile on your face.

He let out a contented hum and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. His hand slid down from your waist to your hip, his fingers tracing small circles on your hip bone.

"Hangover?" he murmured.

You shook your head, feeling surprisingly okay despite the events of the night before. "Surprisingly, no." you replied, surprised by how well you felt in the morning.

He lifted his head slightly, opening his eyes and giving you a small smile. "Oh, yeah? Not feeling sore or anything?" he asked, his tone a little cocky.

You tried to suppress a smug grin and failed. "Nope." you replied, feeling proud of yourself for not having a hangover.

He chuckled and tightened his grip on your hip, his fingers still tracing small circles on your skin. "I guess that means I wasn’t as rough as I thought I was." he murmured, a glint in his eye. "But I am hungry."

You rolled your eyes at his comment but couldn’t help but feel a little smug about not feeling soreness. "Yeah, same here." you replied, your stomach grumbling to prove your point.

He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your neck. "Well then, let’s go feed you." he murmured and released his grip on you, reluctantly untangling himself from your embrace.

You let out a small sigh as he pulled away, feeling the loss of his warmth. You rolled onto your back and sat up in bed, running a hand through your messy hairtrying to tame the bedhead.

He sat up as well, sitting against the headboard with a yawn. "God, we stayed up way too late." he murmured, rubbing a hand over his face.

You let out a small groan, feeling the consequences of staying up too late. "I know." you agreed, stretching your arms above your head.

He let out a small chuckle and ran a hand through his hair, attempting to tame the messiness. "Worth it though, right?" he asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

You followed Jimin out of the room and into the kitchen, still feeling the aftereffects of the previous night's activities. The room was a mess, leftovers from the night before still on the counter and the living room in disarray.

"Looks like we need to clean up." you remarked, looking around the space.

He groaned exaggeratedly and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, looks like it." he said, scanning the room. "Let’s get started."

You let out a small sigh and nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the mess. "Yeah, let’s do it." you replied, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt.

He chuckled at your determination and walked over to the sink, starting to soak the dishes. "At least the kitchen isn’t too bad." he noted as he started scrubbing a plate.

You leaned against the counter and watched as Jimin worked on the dishes, playfully splashing some water in your direction.

You yelped as water sprayed onto your shirt, making it cling to your skin. "Hey!" you exclaimed, feeling the sudden wetness.

He let out a small chuckle and looked over at you. "Sorry, my hand slipped." he said, his tone not apologetic at all. His eyes raking over your wet shirt.

You rolled your eyes at his lack of concern, feeling the wetness sink into your shirt. "Sure, it did." you retorted, trying to hide the way the soaked fabric was outlining your curves.

He smirked and continued washing the dishes, trying to act nonchalant. "You know I have a habit of being clumsy." he replied, his eyes still raking over your wet shirt, he splashing some water in your direction again.

You let out a small gasp as more water splashed on your shirt, now completely soaking through the fabric.

He couldn’t help but smirk as he "accidentally" splashe some more water on you.

"My bad, again." he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "Seems like I can’t control my hands."

You shot him an annoyed look as you wiped the water off your face. "Funny." you mumbled, feeling the wet material cling to your body.

He walked over to you and wiped his hands dry on your shirt, his hands lingering on your chest a for a moment. His eyes trailed over your body, taking in the way the wet material hugged your curves.

"Damn, this shirt is really clinging to you." he murmured, his tone low.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, feeling a little exposed with the way the wet shirt clung to your body. "Thanks, genius." you replied sarcastically, trying to ignore the way his gaze was making you feel.

He took a step closer to you, his hands still resting on your chest. "I mean it." he murmured, his eyes still trailing over your body. "It looks good on you."

You swallowed hard at his closeness, feeling the tension in the room rise. "It’s wet." you stated the obvious, hoping it would distract him from his intense stare.

He let out a small laugh and moved even closer, his hands sliding down to your waist. "Yeah, I can see that." he murmured, his eyes now locked on yours.

You could feel your heart beating faster as he stood so close to you, his hands on your waist. "You’re dripping wet." he murmured, his voice low and deep.

You could feel your heart beating faster as he stood so close to you, his hands on your waist.

Without warning, he stepped forward and hoisted you onto the kitchen counter, standing between your spread legs.

You gasped as he lifted you onto the counter, your legs spreading automatically to allow him to step between them.

He stood between your legs, his hands still holding onto your waist. He leaned in close, his lips just inches away from yours.

"You know, with your shirt like this.." he murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of your chest. "I can see everything, specially your hard nipples."

Your breath hitched at his words, feeling exposed under his intense gaze. "So hard."

He smirked and leaned in even closer, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts over the wet shirt. "Yeah." he murmured, his thumbs circling your nipples.

You let out a small moan at the feel of his hands on your breasts, feeling incredibly turned on at his touch and the feel of the damp material against your skin.

He let out a low groan as he felt your nipple harden under his thumb, his hands squeezing your breasts through the wet cloth. "You’re so responsive." he murmured, his fingers toying with the hem of the shirt. "I can feel how hot you’re getting."

You moaned and leaned back on the counter, feeling the cool granite against your palms. "Your touch—" you gasped, unable to finish your sentence as he pinched your nipple through the soaked shirt.

He leaned down and ran his tongue over your neck, his hands moving to pull up your shirt. "My touch, what?" he murmured, the huskiness in his voice making your clit throb. You were fully aware that they weren’t alone in the house

You moaned in response, desperately wanting him to touch you but also aware of the presence of Analia and Yoongi in the house.

You moaned in response, desperately wanting him to touch you but also aware of the presence of Analia and Yoongi in the house.

He pushed up your shirt, revealing your bare chest to him, his hands immediately covering your breasts. He groaned in satisfaction as he squeezed them and brushed his thumb over one of your nipples.

"So pretty." he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned down and flicked one of your nipples with his tongue.

You moaned, and instinctively tried to move backwards but you were trapped between the man and the counter. Your hands gripped the edge for a moment before rising to slide up the front of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin.

He moaned as you ran your hands up his shirt, clearly enjoying the feel of your fingers on his skin. He took one of your hands and placed it on his crotch, letting you feel his hardness through his sweatpants.

"You feel that?" he murmured, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you.

You moaned again, feeling his hard length under your touch. Your other hand moved to his waistband, trying to pull his sweatpants down. "Yes." you answered, your voice hoarse.

He moaned as you tugged on his waistband, his hands leaving your breasts to help. In mere seconds he pushed his sweatpants down his legs, finally freeing his cock.

You wrapped your hand around his length, feeling the heat and weight of him in your hand. You moaned at the feel of him, your thumb running over the head of his cock.

He moaned and leaned forward, propping himself up with one hand on the counter while his other hand gripped your thigh.

"God, you’re so hard." you murmured, feeling his precum leaking from the tip.

His gaze stayed locked on your face, intently watching your expressions as you stroked him.

He moaned again, his eyes dark and locked on your face. There was something incredibly erotic about him watching you like that, the intensity of his gaze heating you up even more.

He moaned again, struggling to keep his eyes open as you stroked him. He ran his hand down to your core, his fingers sliding through your wetness.

"You’re soaked." he murmured, his fingers pressing against your clit. You moaned again, feeling his fingers on your clit, his thumb circling your clit. He slid a finger inside you and moaned against your neck.

You moaned at the feeling of his finger in you, trying to rock your hips against his hand. His thumb circled your clit, the pressure exactly what you wanted.

"Oh god." you moaned, gripping the edge of the countertop for support. "You feel so good." You lifted one leg and rested your foot on the counter, giving him easier access to you. He slid a second finger inside you, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a maddening slow pace.

He moaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Fu—” he moaned, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so good, too good." He curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot deep inside you.

He lifted his head off your neck and looked down at your hand, still wrapped around his hard length. “God, you look so good.” he murmured, his eyes fixed on your hand. His hips thrust forward into your grasp, his fingers still moving inside you. "Feel how hard I am for you."

You moaned at his words and tightened your grip on him, feeling him throb in your hand. You desperately wanted him inside you. "I want you inside me." you moaned, pushing your hips forward against his hand. He moaned against your neck, his fingers still buried inside you.

He moaned again and nipped at your neck. "You’re so impatient." he murmured, his tongue running up the side of your neck to your ear.

He withdrew his fingers from you, leaving you feeling empty. He grabbed your hips and shifted you forward so that your ass was right on the edge of the countertop. You moaned again as he ran his cock between your wet folds, teasing your clit with his head.

You moaned and arched your back, desperate for more. "Stop teasing me." you panted, trying to push down on him. He chuckled against your neck, one hand on your hip to keep you still.

He slid the tip of his cock inside you, just barely, and he moaned loudly. "You’re so hungry for me." he murmured.

You moaned and tried to move your hips down, but he held you still. "Yes, I am." you moaned, your head thrown back in frustration. "I am so fucking hungry your cock."

He moaned at your words and slowly pushed inside you. He slid in inch by inch, slowly and steadily, filling you up.

You moaned in relief when he finally bottomed out inside you. ”Thank god finally.” you moaned, your hands moving up to his shoulders.

He moaned, feeling himself nestled inside you. He leaned down and captured your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue sliding against yours.

At the same time, he started moving his hips, sliding out of you inch by inch before thrusting back inside. His pace was painfully slow.

You moaned into his mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist to hold him closer. Your hands moved up to his hair, tangling in the soft strands.

He moaned, his hands moving to your hips to hold you in place. He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.

His pace was still slow, maddeningly slow. You moaned and broke the kiss.

"You motherfucker." you murmured.

He chuckled and nipped at your neck. "What’s the rush?" he murmured, his lips trailing down to your collarbone. “We have plenty of time."

You moaned and arched your back as his mouth moved down to your chest. "We’re not alone." you reminded him.

He smirked. "You’re concerned about that right now?" he murmured. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of buried inside you.” He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, making you let out a yelp.

You moaned and tightened your legs around his waist. "I can’t help it." you murmured. "I just want them to catch us."

He groaned at your words and suddenly thrust into you hard, making you moan loudly. "You want them to catch us like this?" he murmured, voice thick with desire. “With me buried deep inside you?”

You moaned and gripped his shoulders, your mind hazy with pleasure.

He leaned down and captured your lips in another kiss, this one rougher. He started thrusting into you faster, his pace picking up the pace. He moaned into your mouth, his hands holding your hips tighter.

You moaned and moaned, your hands moving to his back, nails digging into his skin. You could feel him growing harder inside you, and your clit was aching for attention.

You pulled back from the kiss and moaned into his ear. “I need more.” you moaned.

He moaned and shifted slightly, adjusting the angle of his hips. "More what?" he murmured

You moaned loudly and threw your head back when his cock hit your g spot. “Just more.” you moaned. “Just more of everything.”

He moaned when he hit your g spot, his hands sliding up to your neck. “You’ve never been this needy.” he murmured, his eyes locked on you. “I think I like it.”

You moaned and gripped his shoulders tighter as he started rocking into you faster. “God, you’re killing me.” you moaned. He was hitting that spot inside you over and over again, and it felt amazing.

He moaned and leaned down to your ear “Oh yeah? How’s this?” he murmured, his fingers digging into your skin. “How’s this for more?”

You moaned loudly, your hips moving in time with his. “Fuck, Jimin. Shit shit.” you moaned, your hands moving back to his hair. “Yoongi. Here.” you whispered to his ear.

He moaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck, his pace picking up even more. One hand moved up to grip your hip, the other pressing your back down on the counter. You moaned and arched your back, your senses overwhelmed. He moaned and lifted his head up from your neck.

“You can’t be fucking serious.” he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. His words were cocky but he was struggling to keep his pace, he was trying not to look as affected as you felt.

"He is watching." you whispered again.

He groaned and looked behind him, and sure enough, on the other side of the living room kitchen entrance was Yoongi.

"I don't care." you murmured.

He groaned and looked back at you. “Me too.” he murmured back.

You moaned and shifted slightly, trying to get him to hit that spot again. Jimin moaned and straightened up, his hands finding their way back to your hips. He started to thrust into you harder, faster.

He let out harsh pants with every thrust, his hands moving back to your neck. You moaned and gripped his wrists, your head thrown back, exposing your neck to him.

He leaned down and kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “Look at me.” he commanded.

You moaned and looked up at him, your eyes locking with his.

He moaned and leaned down to capture your lips in a rough kiss. His hands moved down to your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He pressed his hips into you, changing the angle again.

You moaned louder and broke the kiss, your hands going back to his shoulders. “He’s watching.” you mumured again.

He moaned and glanced behind him again. This time, Yoongi wasn’t standing by the door, he was on the armrest of the sofa.

He groaned and looked back at you. “He’s on the couch.” he murmured. “Can see everything.”

You moaned and gripped his shoulders tighter. “Good.” you moaned.

He moaned and leaned down toyour ear. "He is rock hard." he whispered.

You moaned and tightened your legs around his waist. “He is?” you murmured, surprised.

He moaned and thrust into you harder, his pace increasing. “He is.” he murmured back, a smirk on his face. “He’s watching you come apart all over his best friend’s cock.”

You moaned and arched your back, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh my god.”

He moaned loudly and gripped you tighter, his pace becoming relentless. "You love knowing he’s watching, don’t you?" he murmured, his tone taunting.

You moaned and leaned up, your hands moving to his hair. “You’re enjoying this as much as I am." you retorted, trying to keep your voice even.

He moaned and leaned down to capture your mouth in a rough kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. It was a dominant, possessive kiss. He grabbed your hips and lifted you off the counter, still buried inside you.

You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on as he carried you to the kitchen table, never breaking the kiss. He placed you on the table, his hands immediately going back to your hips to keep you steady.

He moaned and started thrusting into you again, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

“He’s… watching, isn’t he?” you moaned, not even sure if you were asking a question or just stating a fact.

He moaned and looked behind him. "Yeah, he is." he murmured back, his eyes locked on Yoongi.

“How is that so hot?” you moaned, feeling overwhelmed despite what was happening.

He moaned and leaned down to your ear. “Because we are all exhibitionist.” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

You moaned and arched your back, his words fueling your desire even more. “This is insane.” you moaned, feeling the tension building to a breaking point.

He moaned and pounded into you harder, his grip on your hips tightening. “Insane, isn’t it?” he murmured.

You moaned and gripped his shoulders, feeling close to the edge. “Almost too insane.” you moaned back.

He moaned and leaned down to your ear again. “Almost.” he murmured back, his voice breathy. His pace was getting faster, more frantic. He leaned down and started licking and sucking on your neck as he pounded into you. "He is leaving."

You moaned and arched your back, feeling close. "Really?" you moaned, feeling the intensity building.

He moaned and looked behind him again. "Yeah." he murmured.

You moaned again and looked out of the corner of your eye. Sure enough, the chair Yoongi was sitting in was empty. “Oh my god.” you moaned, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.

He groaned and leaned down to your ear, his voice urgent. “He left.” he murmured, his hands going back to your neck. He leaned down to your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “He’s gone.” he murmured again, his voice filled with hunger. "Probably he is going to fuck Analia." he laughed.

You moaned at his words and gripped his shoulders tighter. "Oh god, please don’t talk about them right now." you moaned, feeling the heat building inside me.

He moaned and leaned down again, his mouth finding your neck. "Then what should I talk about?" he murmured, his hands going back to your hips.

You moaned and shook your head. “Nothing, just keep doing this, please." you moaned, feeling the need for him to just keep going.

He moaned and continued pounding into you hard. “You want me to stop talking?” he murmured between pants. “You don’t want to hear about them?”

You moaned and shook your head again, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity. “No, just focus on us.” you moaned, wanting him completely focused on her.

He moaned and pulled out of you, turning you around, so you were now facing away from him. Then he pushed back into you from behind, his hands going to your waist. He leaned forward against your back.

You moaned loudly at the change in position, feeling him even deeper inside you. “Oh god, this feels intense.” you moaned, feeling the intensity escalate.

He moaned and leaned down to your ear. “It’s supposed to.” he murmured, his hands going to your breasts.

You moaned and arched your back, pushing your chest out. “It’s a lot.” you moaned, feeling the pleasure building.

He moaned and leaned down to your ear again. “Too much?” he murmured, his hands squeezing your breasts.

You moaned and arched your back again. “Definitely not.” you moaned back, feeling the pressure building.

He moaned and started pounding into you from behind, his grip on your hip bruising. “Good.” he murmured, his voice low.

You moaned and gripped his thighs behind you. “God, keep going like that.” you moaned, feeling the pressure reaching a crescendo.

He moaned and started pounded into you harder. “You close?” he murmured, his pace quickening.

You moaned and nodded, feeling close to the edge. “Yeah, so close.” you moaned, feeling the intense sensations building.

He groaned and shifted slightly, trying to reach a better angle. “Come on, baby.” he murmured, his pace relentless.

You moaned and arched your back, the intensity reaching its peak. “Oh god, I am so close.” you moaned, feeling the last seconds before climax.

He groaned and leaned down to your ear. “You can come.” he murmured

You moaned and let go, the intensity of your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. “Thank god.” you moaned, feeling the release.

He moaned and started pounding into you, trying to hold off his own orgasm.

You moaned and tightened your legs, feeling him reach his own peak. “Come.” you moaned, feeling the pressure releasing.

He moaned and started pounding into you faster, his grip on your hips tightening. "I'm almost there." he moaned, his pace desperate.

You moaned and leaned down to the table, feeling him pound into you hard. “Almost?" you moaned back, feeling his pace quicken.

He moaned and started pounding into faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Oh god." he moaned, his breathing heavy. "I'm going to come." he murmured, his hands running up your back.

You moaned and arched your back, feeling him reach his own climax. “Fuck, Jimin.” you moaned, feeling the waves of pleasure.

He groaned and moaned loudly as he came inside you. "Oh god." he moaned, his hands gripping your hips. "Oh god, that feels good." He leaned down to your ear and murmured, "Yoongi is such a dumb son of a— they are doing it too? again? Fuck!" he chuckled.

You moaned and let out a small laugh, finally feeling the tension ease. "I can't believe this." you murmured, feeling the exhaustion sets in.

He groaned and finally pulled out of you, collapsing onto the table next to you. "Neither can I." he murmured back, still trying to catch his breath.

You moaned once he pulled out and looked over at him, both of you panting and completely spent.

He looked over at you and started laughing, still trying to catch his breath. "God!" he said, trying to sit up on the table.

You couldn’t help but laugh as well, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah, this is just crazy." you agreed, trying to sit up next to him. "We are so going to hell.” you chuckled.

He laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh definitely. 100% going to hell.” he agreed, still trying to slow his breathing.

You shook your head and chuckled. “Worth it, though." you said, looking over at him.

He chuckled and leaned back against the table, still trying to catch his breath. "Oh yeah, definitely worth it." he agreed, finally catching his breath. "Analia! Stop moaning!" he yelled and laughed again.

You couldn't help but laugh, hearing Analia's moans from the next room and knowing Yoongi was with her. "I seriously can't believe this." you said, shaking your head.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Neither can I." he said, finally sitting up straight. "Give me kiss baby."

You couldn't help but smile at his request and leaned over to give him a soft kiss. "I love you." you murmured.

He smiled and leaned down to press his forehead against yours. "I love you too." he murmured back, his hand resting on your knee.

You leaned into him and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling content.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, reveling in the moment. "This is nice." he murmured, running his fingers through your hair.

You closed your eyes and hummed in agreement, feeling completely relaxed. "It is." you murmured back, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in your hair.

He continued to toy with your hair, enjoying the closeness and the quiet moment. "I'm glad we did this." he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You leaned into his touch and nodded, feeling grateful for the evening. "Me too." you murmured back, relishing the feeling of his lips on your head.

He leaned back against the table again, still holding you close. "You're not getting tired of doing this, are you?" he asked.

You leaned back with him, not wanting to let go just yet. "No, not at all." you murmured back, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "You?"

You're taken out of your daze, his low, almost commanding voice sending tingles down your spine. You clear your throat before answering. "Yeah, I'm fine." You reply, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just out with friends at a bar. Nothing big."

You could practically hear him frown through the phone. "A bar?" he says, his tone disapproving. "Isn't it late? And you're drinking too?"

You could picture his expression right now, a disapproving frown, maybe an eyebrow raised in judgment. He was always a bit protective of you, even though you were all adults now.

You roll your eyes, feeling like you're being treated like a child. "Yes, I'm drinking. I'm a grown adult, I can handle it." you snap, a bit more defensive than you intended.

There's a brief silence on the other end. Then Namjoon's voice comes through, even more disapproving than before. "Fuck." he says bluntly. "I'm coming to get you."

Your eyes widen in surprise at his words. "What? No, you don't have to—" you start to protest, but he cuts you off.

"Don't argue with me. " he murmured. "Send me your location."

You sigh in resignment, knowing it's useless to argue when Namjoon's put his foot down. You send him your location through text, your heart racing just a little bit in anticipation of seeing him, which was ridiculous.

"I'll be there in ten." he said before ending the call. You're left standing there, feeling a mixture of irritation and excitement. It's been months since you last saw Namjoon, and here he was coming to rescue you from a night of drinking.

You shake your head, trying to clear the thoughts from your mind. You need to pull yourself together before he gets here.

You try to distract yourself by chatting with your friends, but your mind is elsewhere. You can't help but steal glances at the door, waiting for Namjoon's arrival. The anticipation is almost palpable, and time seems to move slower every minute. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he walks through the door.

His eyes scan the room until they land on you. He makes his way through the crowd, ignoring the curious gazes of other people. As he approaches, you can feel your heart rate quicken.

When he finally reaches you, he towers over you, his presence overwhelming. He looks you up and down, taking in your appearance. His eyes flicker over your outfit, then narrow slightly as he notices how the alcohol has made your cheeks rosy, your usual composure now slightly disoriented.

"We are leaving." he murmured.

You open your mouth to protest, but the look in Namjoon's eyes is enough to shut you up. He's not taking no for an answer. Without another word, he takes your arm in his grip, guiding you towards the exit. His hand is firm, almost possessive on your skin.

The cool night air hits you as you step outside, the noise of the bar fading into the background. Namjoon leads you to his car, a sleek black Mercedes G Wagon parked nearby. He opens the passenger door for you, motioning for you to get in.

"Buckle up." he says, his tone brooking no argument.

You climb into the passenger seat, feeling a bit like a chastised child but too flustered and tipsy to say anything about it. You do as he says, buckling your seatbelt while avoiding his gaze. Namjoon closes the door and walks around to the driver's side, climbing in and starting the engine.

He pulls away from the curb, his eyes on the road. There's a long stretch of silence between you as he drives. The only sound is the hum of the engine and the faint music from the radio.

You steal a glance at him, taking in his serious expression. His jaw is set, and his hands are firmly gripping the steering wheel. You've seen him like this before, focused and unyielding. It's both admirable and exasperating.

The quiet between you stretches on, the tension thick. You know you should break it, but the words stick in your throat.

Finally, you can't take it anymore. "You know, I could have gotten home just fine on my own." you say, the words coming out sharper than intended.

Namjoon's eyes briefly flick to you before returning to the road. "Bullshit, then why did you call me?"

His response catches you off guard, he's not usually this blunt. His grip tightens slightly on the wheel as he continues, voice low but firm.

"You called me drunk at 2 AM. You think I was just going to ignore that?"

You scoff, crossing your arms. "I wasn't even that drunk, just buzzed. And who says I called you for a rescue?" Your tone is challenging, but there's an unspoken truth there, part of you wanted him to come. Needed him to.

Namjoon exhales sharply, shaking his head. "Then why did you call?" His voice drops lower, almost rough. "Tell me the truth."

The car slows at a red light, and his eyes finally lock onto yours, intense and searching.

"Maybe just for sex?" you murmured.

The moment the words leave your lips, you regret them. The air in the car seems to still completely, the tension crackling like electricity. Namjoon's eyes widen a fraction, clearly caught off guard by your boldness. His jaw clenches, and he looks away, staring ahead at the red light.

"Don't joke about that." he says quietly, but there's a hint of something in his voice you can't quite place.

Silence descends again, the only sound now the soft hum of the engine. The light turns green, and Namjoon starts driving again. The quiet feels even heavier now, your inappropriate comment hanging in the air like a thick cloud.

You risk another glance at him, trying to gauge his reaction. But his face is inscrutable, eyes fixed on the road. He's unusually tense, almost as if trying to restrain himself.

The drive continues in that tense silence, every second ticking by in slow motion. You're hyper-aware of every movement, every breath, every slight shift in the car's ambiance. Namjoon's knuckles are white from how hard he's gripping the steering wheel.

You can almost hear the gears turning in his head. You've never seen him like this, so visibly affected by something you said.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the car slows to a stop outside your apartment building. Namjoon kills the engine and turns to you. His gaze is dark, a mix of anger and something else you can't quite place.

"Get out." he says, his tone brooking no argument.

His command hangs in the air, sharp and final. You blink at him, your intoxicated mind struggling to process the sudden harshness.

"You... want me to just leave like this?" you ask, your voice smaller than you intended.

Namjoon exhales through his nose, fingers still gripping the wheel. "You don't get to say things like that and expect me to just—" He cuts himself off abruptly, shaking his head. "Go inside, sober up, and we'll talk tomorrow."

There's something dangerous simmering beneath his controlled tone. Something that makes your pulse spike despite the alcohol in your system. But you know better than to push him when he's like this.

Slowly, you unbuckle your seatbelt. Your hand hovers over the door handle, hesitation making your movements sluggish.

"Goodnight, Joon," you murmur.

You don't wait for his response before stepping out into the cool night air.

You walk towards the entrance of the building, each step a bit unsteady thanks to the alcohol in your system. You glance over your shoulder once, half hoping Namjoon will call out to you, tell you to get back into the car.

But he doesn't. His car remains parked on the curb, engine off, headlights dimmed. He sits in the driver's seat.

You turn back to the building, shaking your head slightly. Your heart is oddly heavy, and your mind is a messy mix of thoughts and hazy images.

You fumble a bit to unlock the door, cursing your drunken clumsiness. The hallway is quiet and dark, the only sound your stumbling footsteps echoing against the tiles.

Finally, you reach your apartment. You manage to unlock the door and stumble inside, kicking it shut behind you.

The apartment is eerily silent, the emptiness suddenly overwhelming in contrast to the tension outside. You lean against the closed door, shutting your eyes as the events of the night start to swirl in your dazed mind.

You know you shouldn't have said what you did. It was stupid, and now you've gone and made things complicated.

You push off from the door, making your way towards the bedroom on wobbly legs.

The next morning, your head pounds as sunlight streams through your window. The events of last night come rushing back, the bar, the way Namjoon's hand felt on your arm, the way his voice dropped when you said...

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. A text from him.

The screen lights up with his name, and your heart does a traitorous little leap. You hesitate, fingers hovering over the phone before finally grabbing it and unlocking the screen.

Joon

"I am coming."

Your heart skips a beat as you read the simple words. He didn't say when—just "I'm coming." And knowing Namjoon, he could show up any moment now.

Anxiety swirls in your already pounding head. You swing your legs off the bed, wincing as the motion makes your headache worse. You reach for the bottle of Advil on your nightstand, downing a couple of pills with a gulp of water.

You look at your reflection in the mirror. You look like crap.

Your hair is a mess, the makeup you wore last night smudged now. You look washed out, exhausted, and absolutely not ready to see Namjoon looking like this.

"Crap," you mutter under your breath, starting to rush around the apartment. You need to shower, to brush your teeth, at least to do something about the state you're in.

You hurry through your routine, your movements driven by urgency rather than finesse. Your shower is more functional than enjoyable, just a quick scrub with a bit of soap and shampoo.

By the time you exit the bathroom, hair still damp and skin still warm, your doorbell is ringing.

"Oh fuck." you curse under your breath, pulling a robe over your body as you rush towards the door.

Your heartbeat spikes as you open the door to reveal Namjoon standing there, an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes sweep over you, the hastily tied robe, the damp hair, the absence of makeup, taking in the sight before him.

"You look like hell." he remarks bluntly.

You huff, self-consciously tightening the robe around you. "Well good morning to you too," you mutter, stepping aside to let him in.

Namjoon walks past you, the faint scent of his cologne lingering, clean and woodsy, something that always made your stomach flip.

His presence fills the room immediately. He's carrying a bag of something that smells like coffee, and he places it on the counter before turning to look at you again.

His gaze is intense, his expression hard to read. He seems to be battling some inner turmoil, the muscle in his jaw clenching just slightly.

"Sit." he says, more a command than a request.

You open your mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes tells you it's pointless. So, you reluctantly sit down at the kitchen table.

Namjoon busies himself with the coffee, his movements controlled and efficient. He pours two cups, adding cream and sugar to yours the way he knows you like it.

He sets the cups down on the table and takes the seat across from you. For a moment, he just watches you, his gaze still intense, almost studying.

Finally, he breaks the silence. "We need to talk about last night."

Your heart sinks at his words. You knew this was coming, but it still doesn't make it any easier to hear. You take a gulp of coffee, the hot liquid burning your tongue slightly, but you welcome the distraction.

"Yeah, I figured." you murmur, staring into your cup. "Go ahead, say what you need to say."

Namjoon exhales sharply, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. His fingers tap once against his coffee cup before he speaks, voice low and deliberate.

"First, never do that again. Drunk calling me from a bar at 2 AM?" His gaze flickers up to yours, sharp. "You scared the shit out of me."

A pause. Then his tone shifts, something darker threading through it.

"And second, what you said in the car." His jaw tightens. "Were you just fucking with me, or did you mean it?"

The air between you crackles. His eyes don’t waver, demanding an answer. No jokes this time. No deflection. Just him, waiting.

Your heart is in your damn throat. His words strike you like lightning, each one echoing with intensity.

For a moment, you sit there, speechless. Your brain is scrambling, trying to find the right words—the right answers to his questions. But your head is pounding, still fuzzy from the alcohol, your mind a jumble of half-formed thoughts.

Finally, you find your voice, hoarse and small. "I... I meant it."

The confession hangs heavily in the air.

The tension in the room tightens like a coil. Namjoon's expression doesn't change, but you can see the muscles in his jaw tensing even more.

He regards you quietly for a moment, gauging your sincerity. Finally, he speaks, his voice low, almost a growl.

"If you're messing with me—"

"I'm not," you cut in quickly, your heart in your mouth. The desperation in your voice is palpable. "I'm not messing with you, Joon." You lean forward, hands clenching around your coffee cup. "I swear it."

Namjoon exhales slowly, the air between you charged with something electric. His fingers flex around his cup before he sets it down deliberately, the ceramic clicking against the table. When he looks up at you, his dark eyes are burning with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

"Then tell me exactly what you meant." His voice is rough, challenging. "No jokes. No games. Words, right now."

You swallow hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. There’s no taking it back now. You force yourself to meet his gaze, your fingers twisting in the fabric of your robe.

"I meant that I—" Your voice wavers, but you push through. "That I want you. That I’ve always wanted you." The words spill out in a rush, raw and unguarded. "Even when I shouldn’t. Even when it made no sense. Even when you were just my brother’s best friend who barely noticed me."

Namjoon's eyes widen for a fraction of a second, the shock almost imperceptible. But you notice it. The brief flash of surprise, the almost imperceptible slackening of his jaw. He clearly wasn't expecting your confession to go so deep, so raw.

For a moment, the room is so quiet you can hear the clock ticking on the wall. Then he speaks, his voice a gravelly whisper.

"How long?" He watches you intently, no trace of mockery in his expression. "How long have you wanted me like this?"

"Years," you confess, your voice a hoarse whisper. "I don’t even know when it started. It was never something concrete, just..."

You wave a hand in the air, frustrated. "Just a feeling. A nagging ache I couldn’t shake. Every time you'd come over, every time you'd ruffle my hair as you passed. Every time you'd throw your head back and laugh that stupid, booming laugh of yours—" Your voice breaks slightly. "I'd want you more."

An odd look crosses Namjoon's face, a mixture of anger, hurt, and something else. Something that looks awfully close to hope. His voice is still low, the timbre making goosebumps rise on your arms.

"And you never said anything?" he asks, his gaze pinning you where you sit. "Not once, all these years?"

Namjoon’s hands grip the edge of the table, his knuckles white. His exhale is ragged, like he’s been holding his breath this whole time.

"You really think I wouldn’t have noticed?" His voice drops to a near whisper, raw and rough. "The way you’d look at me when you thought I wasn’t paying attention. The way you’d freeze if I got too close. Did you really believe I didn’t know?"

A pause. His next words land like a blow.

"Did you think I didn’t want you too?"

You stare at him, speechless. Your heart is in your throat. Every nerve in your body feels wired, electric.

Finally, you find your voice. "Then... why didn’t you say anything?" you whisper.

Namjoon gives a sharp laugh, bitter and pained. "Oh, I don't know." His voice is laced with sarcasm and something like fury. "Maybe because you were my best friend's little sister? My best friend who’d have my ass if he knew I was even thinking about you like that?"

He runs a hand through his hair, his gaze dark and intense. "And what about you? If you wanted me so goddamn badly, why didn't you say anything?"

It's a valid question, and it stings to hear it thrown back at you. You swallow hard, defensiveness and hurt flaring in your chest. "You think I wanted to keep it hidden?" you fire back. "You think I liked watching you with all those other girls, the way they'd cling to your arm and flirt with you—"

Namjoon’s expression tightens, and for the first time, there’s no anger left, just frustration, exhaustion. His voice drops low.

"Yeah, well, none of them meant anything." He drags a hand over his face. "But you— fuck."

His breath comes out harsh, unsteady, like he's barely holding himself together. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, his fingers threading through his hair in visible agitation.

"And what do you want me to do now, huh?" His voice is raw, almost desperate. "You drop this bomb on me, tell me you've been wanting me for years, what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"

His eyes meet yours, and the intensity in them steals your breath.

"Because I can't just pretend I didn't hear it."

Your heart is racing in your chest, a wild, erratic beat. His words, the confession, the frustration, the raw need beneath it all, it's like he's ripped open something that was already bleeding.

You swallow, gathering your courage. "I... I'm not asking you to pretend." You speak slowly, choosing your words carefully. "I'm not asking you to act like this conversation never happened. I'm just..." You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet his gaze.

A muscle in Namjoon's jaw ticks, like he's holding back all the things he wants to say, all the emotions that are coursing beneath his quiet exterior.

"You're just..." he prompts, his gaze unmoving. "You're just what, sweetheart?"

The nickname, dripping with sardonic sweetness, makes your stomach flutter.

A beat.

"Go on," he murmurs. "Finish your sentence."

You gulp, your heart pounding against your ribcage. The tension in the room is suffocating, a palpable weight on your chest.

"I'm just... tired of pretending," you whisper, the confession tumbling from your lips before you can stop it.

Namjoon's gaze sharpens. His eyes seem to darken, the intensity in them making your breath hitch.

"Pretending?" he croaks, his voice so low you almost miss it.

You nod, unable to speak, your whole body taut with uncertainty.

Namjoon exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers flexing where they rest against the table. The air between you is charged, heavy with years of unspoken tension.

"You know what I should do?" he says, voice rough. "I should walk out that door right now. For both our sakes."

Namjoon stands abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. His jaw is clenched tight, his entire body radiating tension. He takes a step toward the door, And he stops.

His fingers curl into fists at his sides.

"Goddammit," he mutters under his breath, the words barely audible. Then he turns back to you in. "Fuck it."

His hands are rough as they cup your face, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that feels more like a collision, like years of restraint finally shattering. The force of it nearly knocks you backward, but he holds you steady, fingers tangling in your damp hair as he kisses you like he's been starving for it.

Your head spins, the world tilting around you. The kiss is hot, greedy, as if he's trying to devour you whole. His hands are everywhere, his touch searing your skin through the thin fabric of your robe.

He pushes you backward against the counter, his body pressing hot and hard against yours, the surface cool and unyielding beneath you.

"You," he says, voice low and ragged against your ear, "are an absolute nightmare."

His hands are rough and possessive as they grip your hips, pinning you to the counter. "Do you have any goddamn clue how long I've wanted to do this?"

Namjoon doesn't wait for your response. His lips crash against yours again, this time with bruising intensity. One hand fists in your damp hair while the other slides under your robe, his touch branding your skin.

When he finally pulls back just enough to speak.

"Should've done this the first time I caught you staring at me like I was your goddamn last meal."

You gasp against his mouth, fingers digging into the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

"I wanted to," you confess, your voice a breathless rush. "Every time you looked my way, every time you touched me, I—"

He swallows your words in another kiss, his grip tightening on your hips hard enough to leave bruises. When he pulls back again.

"Stop.. fuck. Fuck. Too fast." he whispered.

Namjoon's breathing is ragged, his chest heaving against yours. His eyes are dark with need, his body still pinning you against the counter. He looks like he's fighting a losing battle, like he's seconds away from giving up all his self-restraint.

"Too fast," he repeats, more to himself than to you. He lets out a shaky exhale, resting his forehead against yours. "I can't... We can't."

Even as his words reject you, his body is still pressing flush against yours, his hands trembling where they grip your hips.

Namjoon exhales sharply, forcing himself to take a step back. His hands shake as he runs them through his hair, putting physical distance between you even though every line of his body screams reluctance.

"You're still half-drunk," he says, voice rough. "And I'm—" He cuts himself off with a frustrated noise. "This isn't how this happens. Not like this, baby."

You can't hide the pang of disappointment in your expression, the hurt that flickers in your eyes. But you know he's right. You can feel the effects of the alcohol still buzzing in your veins, making you feel off-balance and vulnerable.

So you just nod, swallowing down the protest that's caught in your throat.

"Right. Yeah." you say, your voice a bit hoarse. "You're right."

Namjoon exhales sharply through his nose, hands flexing at his sides like he's physically restraining himself from reaching for you again. His voice comes out strained.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" you whisper.

"Like I'm breaking your fucking heart just by walking away," he grits out. His eyes burn into yours. "You have no idea how hard it is to stop right now."

Namjoon steps forward abruptly, his fingers brushing your chin as he tilts your face up to meet his gaze. The touch is electric, lingering for a fraction too long before he forces his hand away.

"You should sleep. Sober up." His voice is low, gruff. "And then—" He exhales, jaw tightening. "Then we'll talk. Properly. No alcohol. No bullshit."

You nod, trying to ignore the way his proximity is making your heart throb.

"Okay," you croak out. "Yeah. Sleep."

Namjoon gives a jerky nod, stepping back again. His gaze flicks over you, lingering for a moment on the flimsy robe that barely conceals your bare skin from view. There's a dark glint in his eyes, a hunger he can't quite hide.

"Don't—" He starts, then cuts himself off with a frustrated curse. "Never mind. Just sleep, damnit."

He strides toward the door, stopping just long enough to glance back at you over his shoulder. His eyes rake over you one last time, possessive and intense.

"And stop looking so goddamn edible, for Christ's sake."

And with that, he's gone, the door closing behind him with a quiet click. Your heart is racing, your skin buzzing under his lingering gaze. You can still smell his cologne in the air, a lingering reminder of his presence.

The apartment feels suddenly too quiet, too empty. You take a few stumbling steps toward your bedroom, your legs feeling oddly weak.

Sleep seems like an impossible thought right now, not with your mind full of Namjoon's hands on your hips, his voice rough and urgent against your mouth.

You collapse onto your bed, the weight of everything crashing over you at once. Your fingers brush against your lips, still tingling from his kiss, as you replay the last few minutes on loop.

He wanted you too. All this time.

A hysterical laugh bubbles up in your throat, giddy and disbelieving. You press your palms to your flushed cheeks, kicking your legs against the mattress like a teenager with a crush.

You barely have time to process anything before your phone buzzes.

It’s a text from Namjoon.

Joon

"Wear something decent when I come back. Not that robe."

You stare at your phone, heart hammering against your ribs. Your fingers hover over the screen—should you respond? What do you even say?

Before you can decide, another text comes through.

Joon

"Actually, fuck it. Forget decent. Wear nothing at all."

The last few days since the incident have been... torture, in the purest sense of the word.

You can't stop thinking about him, the feel of his fingers against your skin, the way his voice rasped in your ear, the look he gave you right before he left. It's maddening, like your whole body is on edge waiting for the other shoe to drop. And Namjoon isn't making it any easier.

He shows up unannounced, texts you randomly, sends you photos that make your head spin, drops by your place for just long enough to make you ache for more, but never, never long enough to touch you the way you want him too.

It's like he's deliberately torturing you, trying to drive you mad with the memory of his hands on your hips, his mouth against your mouth. It's driving you insane.

But you want more. God, you want more. You want him to throw all that stupid self-restraint out the window and take what's his.

You want his hands pinning you against the wall. You want his mouth against your neck. You want his voice in your ear, rough and urgent and hungry.

And he knows it.

The knock at your door comes late, too late for casual visits. You already know it’s him before you even look through the peephole. Your pulse kicks up the second you see him standing there, shoulders tense, jaw tight.

You barely have the door open before he’s pushing inside, crowding you back against the wall. His hands find your waist immediately, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"Enough," he growls, voice rough. "I'm done waiting."

And then his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding, swallowing your gasp as he finally, finally gives in.

His body presses close against yours, the only thing holding you upright. His hands slide down your legs to grip behind your knees, pushing you up.

"Bedroom." he whispered.

It's all the warning you get before he's lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you down the hall to your bedroom. His hands grip your ass, squeezing roughly as he pushes open the door, shutting it shut behind him with his foot.

He's all edges and angles, all impatience and desperation. His fingers dig into your flesh like he can't get close enough. He walks you over to the bed, lowers you onto the mattress.

You lay there, breathless, as he towers over you. His eyes rake over your body, taking in the sight of you beneath him. Your skin feels overheated and too tight, like you're moments from bursting into flame.

"This." He murmured, his hand skimming the flimsy fabric of the satin tank top and short shorts you’re wearing. "Take it off."

His words send a shiver down your spine, heat pooling in your belly. Slowly, trying to keep your hands from trembling, you reach for the hem and pull the shirt over your head.

His eyes roam over your bare chest, lingering on your breasts. His expression is almost feral, his jaw clenched tight.

"This, too."

His fingers hook in the waistband of your shorts, fingers grazing your overheated skin. He wastes no time shimmying them off your legs, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

Your breath hitches as he looks you over, taking in everything. His hands settle on your knees, spreading your legs to make room for him.

He bends over and you stop him.

"Uh-uh, your turn." you murmured.

His eyes snap back up to your face, dark and focused. Slowly, he straightens to his full height, unbuttoning his shirt.

The material slides down his broad shoulders, revealing miles of golden skin and toned muscle. He has a hard, built physique, all hard edges and defined lines. His hands move to his belt, undoing the metal buckle and pulling the leather free.

He doesn't miss the way your eyes hungrily take in his body. He smirks, tossing the belt aside before unbuttoning his pants. This time, when you try to stop him, he ignores you.

His pants hit the floor.

He stands there for a moment, letting you get an eyeful. You've seen Namjoon shirtless more times than you can count but seeing him like this, like this here, is something else entirely. His body is hard, every line of him cut like he was chiseled from marble.

And below the sharp V of his hips, his thick cock curves up towards his belly.

You swallow, throat dry as you look at him standing there, bare and beautiful and completely, utterly still. He's letting you look your fill, his hands clenched at his sides, his chest rising and falling with each laboured breath.

When he speaks, his voice is deep, almost guttural.

"Well, sweetheart?"

His question breaks the silence like a crack of lightning. The heat in your core spikes, your stomach clenching in anticipation. You want to say something, but your words get stuck in your throat.

After a moment, he takes a step closer. His knee hits the edge of the mattress, the mattress dips beneath his weight. He lowers himself between your legs.

"Can you put your legs on my shoulders please?" he whispered.

Your heart stammers, heat flooding your cheeks. His voice is deep and thick with desire, but his hands are steady as he hooks your legs over his shoulders, spreading you wide open for him.

He lets out a harsh exhale when he looks down at you, his eyes dark and blazing. His hands slide up your legs to grip behind your thighs.

"So pretty." He murmured. "There you go."

His fingers grip your thighs, spreading them ever so slightly wider. With one last look at you he lowers his head, his hot mouth finding the sensitive skin just behind your knee. He nips at the soft flesh, drawing a gasp from your lips. His grip tightens, keeping you still as he makes his way up your inner thigh.

His tongue traces a heated path up, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His breath is hot against your skin. You squirm beneath him, desperate for more.

His hands grip your thighs, holding you still as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses up your inner thigh, closer and closer to your aching core. He takes his time, taking his time to leave dark hickeys on your skin, branding you with his mouth.

"Fuck" His voice was rough and hoarse "How could I have missed something like that?'

His breath is hot between your legs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when he brushes his nose against your clit, parting your folds with his fingers to get a better look. You can feel his gaze on you, burning holes into you.

And then finally, he dips his head, his tongue hot and wet as it slides through your folds.

"Oh, fuck." you gasp, your back arching off the bed. His hands press you back down, his grip strong and unyielding. He flicks his tongue back and forth, exploring every inch. He hums against your clit, the vibration echoing straight up your spine.

"God, you're so wet." He murmured. "You taste even better than I always imagined, you can hold my hair."

Your fingers tangle in his hair instinctively, a soft moan escaping your lips as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Your grip on his hair tightens, his answering groan sending a shiver down your spine. His mouth leaves you for a second as he looks up at you, his eyes so dark they're almost black.

"Tug my hair sweet, hard. I like it." he murmured, breath hot against your clit.

And then his mouth is back on you, hot and insistent. His tongue flicks over your clit, alternating between broad, flat strokes and fast little circles, driving you wild. You tug his hair, harder this time, your moan loud in the quiet room. He groans against you, the vibration making your hips buck. He presses his shoulder against your trembling thigh, stilling your movements.

Your thighs tremble around his head as he continues, relentless and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world. He slides his tongue lower, sliding inside you shallowly, then back up again.

He pulls back for just a moment, catching his breath. His mouth and chin glistens with your wetness.

"You taste like sin." he murmured. "Like a damn fantasy." His voice is thick, heavy with desperation.

His hand slides up your thigh, his fingers grazing your clit, making you gasp. He circles the sensitive bud, the soft touch a stark contrast to his rough stubble against your inner thigh.

"I've wanted to do this for... so long." he murmured. "So fucking long."

His finger dips inside you suddenly, and your hips jerk involuntarily. He pumps it lazily, curling the digit against your innerwalls as his tongue flicks over your clit.

You're a mess beneath him, back arched off the bed as you writhe and squirm. You're vaguely aware of how loud you're being, your moans and gasps ringing through the air, but you can't bring yourself to care. This is exactly what you wanted.

"You have no idea how many times I've thought of this." He murmured. "How many times I've laid in bed, wishing it was my mouth, my fingers inside you."

"Stop talking—" You gasp out, your grip on his hair tightening almost painfully. "That's so—I'm—"

You can't finish your sentence, your words dissolving into a moan as he adds another finger, pushing deeper inside you.

"No." He growled, the roughness of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "I told you before. I'm done waiting."

His fingers slide out of you suddenly, leaving you clenching around nothing. He sits back on his heels.

The loss of contact leaves you whimpering, your nails digging into the mattress. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and intense. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and your breath catches as he sucks your slick off them with a lewd pop.

He looks like a man on the edge, like he's hanging on by a thread. His voice is a rough whisper.

"Been aching for this." He murmured, reaching down to touch himself.

He's hard, hot and heavy in his hand, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He gives himself a rough stroke, a sound close to a growl leaving his lips as he kneels between your legs. He positions himself at your entrance, coating his cock in your wetness.

His eyes lock onto yours, his hands wrapping around your hips, holding you still. "Are you ready, sweetheart? Because I am fucking ready."

You nod eagerly, nails digging into the flesh of his thighs. "God, yes. I'm ready."

He doesn't waste any more time. His hands squeeze your hips and then he's sinking into you, slow and steady. His eyes flutter shut, a deep groan escaping him as he fills you up.

Your breath huffs out, mouth falling open at the sensation of him stretching you, opening you up. Your fingers dig into his thighs, the sharp bite of your nails causing him to hitch his hips forward, sinking all the way in.

"Oh fuck." He cursed. “You're so tight. Fuck. So perfect."

Your hands slide up his hard stomach, fingers grazing his taunt abs as you reach for his chest. You want to get closer, feel every inch of him, but his hands tighten on your hips to keep you still.

He's fully seated inside you now, the angle deep and perfect. You try to move, but his hands keep you in place, holding you still.

"Just let me—" His voice is a low rasp. "Just let me look at you for a second, open your eyes. Look at me baby."

You force your eyes open and find him staring down at where you're joined, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. His chest is heaving, sweat gathering at his temples.

For a moment, everything is still, the two of you frozen in place, both of you unmoving. It's the most intimate you've ever felt anyone and it's almost too good.

And then he speaks again, a whisper that cuts through the thick silence.

"I can't believe you're really here." He murmured, fingers flexing around your hip bones. "I've been aching for you for years, and now you're finally here beneath me." He leaned down until you could feel his words against your mouth. "Right where you belong."

His lips ghost against yours, but he doesn't kiss you. His breath is hot on your skin, his body a solid weight over you, pinning you to the bed.

Finally, he starts to move. His hips grind against yours, a slow, languid roll of his hips that makes you gasp. His eyes are locked on your face, drinking in your expressions.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to meet his thrust. He keeps the pace slow, his movements measured. He wants this to last, wants to prolong this feeling in your chest as long as possible.

He lowers himself down, his chest pressed against yours, his forehead resting against your collarbone. His hands slide up your sides to your shoulders, holding you still as he starts to pick up the pace. The new angle has you arching up into him, moans catching in your throat as he hits a spot deep inside you.

"God, you feel so good." He murmured, his words muffled against your skin. "So good, baby. So good."

You cling to him desperately, fingernails scraping against the planes of his back. Your legs come up to hook around his hips, pulling him deeper, deeper.

His breath is hot against your neck as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

His hips snap faster now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Every thrust has you mewling into his ear, your nails digging into his back, leaving little half-moon indentations in his skin.

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes locked on yours as he drives into you, hips pistoning harder, faster. He doesn't take his eyes off you, watching your expression with an intensity that makes your heart stutter. There's a raw desperation in his expression, like he's trying to memorize every inch of your face.

"There you go my beautiful girl, there you go." he whispered. "Look at me, I want to see your beautiful eyes."

Your eyes lock with his, your mouth falling open in. Your hands slide down to grab his ass, urging him deeper, faster.

His rhythm falters for a second at your touch, then he finds it again, his grip on your thighs tightening. His eyes rake over your face, taking in every flicker of pleasure, every furrow of your brows.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart." He murmured, his voice hoarse. "So goddamned beautiful."

His fingers slide up your neck to grip your chin. He tilts your head back. He swallows your moans with his mouth, his tongue dancing with yours as he swallows all the sounds you make. He keeps his grip on your chin, his mouth hot and insistent on yours as he continues to thrust into you, deep and hard.

You grip his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin, trying to pull him even closer. You feel so full, filled to the brim with him. It's a delicious kind of ache.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, legs wrapped around his waist. You arch up into him, your moans getting louder, less restrained. He breaks the kiss to look down at you, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. His gaze is hot and possessive, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watches you lose control beneath him.

"You're close, aren't you?" he murmured. "You can let go. I got you sweetheart."

Your legs shake around his waist, your vision starting to blur at the edges. You're teetering on the edge, almost there, but not quite. You whine desperately, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, trying to find that release.

"I know, I know sweetheart." He murmurs, his hands squeezing your hips. "Almost there."

His fingers trail down between your legs, finding your clit and circling it roughly. Your whole body tenses up, your head thrown back and mouth open in a silent moan. You're so close, so close, but it's still not enough.

"You're right there." He murmured. "So close, I can feel it." His fingers press harder, the roughness of his fingertips against your clit driving you wild. "Come on, come for me, sweetheart. Let go."

Your nails dig into his shoulders as you cling to him, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. Your entire body tenses up, your vision going white as you finally give in, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your moans muffled against his sweaty skin.

He buries his face in your hair, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave marks. His thrusts become more frenzied, sloppier, his breaths coming out in harsh pants. He's close, and you can feel it in the way his body tenses, the way his grip on you tightens.

"Fuck, baby." He groaned, his voice rough and strained. "You're clenching around me so good. So damn good. I am coming, I am fucking coming."

His hips stutter, his pace growing erratic. You feel him swell inside you, his cock twitching as he comes.

His name is a broken whisper on your lips as he comes undone, his body shuddering, hips grinding against you as he rides out his orgasm. His fingers dig bruise hard into your hips, his cock buried deep inside you.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room is the sound of your ragged breaths, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

"Kiss me, come here." you whispered.

He lifts his head from your neck, his eyes dark and still clouded with lust. His hands slide up from your hips to your waist, pulling you close. He kisses you then, soft and slow this time, his mouth moving against yours in a lazy rhythm.

His hands slide up your back to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He keeps the kiss languid, almost sweet, despite the desperation still humming in the air.

His tongue flicks against your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You open your mouth to him, letting him lick into you. He tastes like sweat and something almost sweet. It's the gentlest this entire situation has been, and it makes something twist in your chest.

His fingers run through your hair, his touch surprisingly tender. His forehead rests against yours, his eyes closed, his breath warm against your skin.

He takes a deep, shaky breath and slowly pulls out of you. You wince at the loss, feeling bereft without him inside. He collapses next to you, the bed sinking beneath his weight. You turn your head to look at him, and he's already looking at you, a lazy half-smile on his mouth.

One arm comes around to pull you closer, pulling you into his side.

He kisses the top of your head, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your bare back. His touch is gentle, almost reverent. The roughness from earlier is gone, replaced by something softer.

"Hey." he murmured.

His lips find your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your cheek. His fingers brush against your cheek, and you lean into his touch. His eyes are searching, taking in the sight of you.

"Hey." you murmured.

He leans forward and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, his hand sliding up to cradle your jaw. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, and you can't help but nip at the digit, relishing in the way his breath hitches.

"You okay?" he murmured, his eyes raking over your face, searching for any signs of discomfort.

You nod, burying your face against his chest. Your fingers trace idle patterns over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. His heartbeat is steady, strong. His skin is still hot under your touch; his scent fills your nose, spicy and sweet.

He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively. You fit against him perfectly, like two puzzle pieces slotting together.

His fingertips trace up and down your spine, his nails dragging lightly against your skin. His hand slides up to tangle in your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp, sending shivers down your spine.

You let out a soft sigh, melting into his touch. Your body relaxes against him, your muscles going limp. His warmth seeps into you, his presence reassuring and comforting.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand still petting your hair.

"I can feel you thinking." he murmured. "I can feel your cogs turning in there."

His words make you blush. You hide your face in his chest, not wanting him to see how flustered you are.

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through his chest. He grips your hair suddenly, pulling your head back so he can get a better look at you. You whine in protest, trying to hide your flaming cheeks.

He doesn't let go, instead he lets his gaze roam over your face, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. He takes in your flushed cheeks.

"Come on, look at me." he whispered.

You resist for a moment, embarrassed by his unwavering gaze. But eventually, you cave, lifting your eyes to meet his. Your face burns under his stare, your heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his dark eyes.

"There you go." he murmured.

His grip on your hair relaxes, his fingers instead going to cup your jaw, his thumb grazing over your cheek. His eyes are soft, his expression almost reverent. He looks awed by you, like he can't believe you're really here.

"God, you're beautiful." he murmured, voice low. "We're both idiots. I can't believe we waited this long."

His fingers trace over the contours of your face, grazing over your eyebrows, sliding down the bridge of your nose, over your lips. Your eyes flutter closed, the touch making you feel fuzzy, light-headed. He continues to map out your face, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"Look at all the time we've wasted," he murmured, his fingers tracing around the curve of your ear, down your neck, following the column of your exposed throat. "I could've had you like this years ago."

"We're idiots," you murmured, your voice coming out raspy. "Both of us. But we're here now. That's what matters."

"You're right. That's what matters." he murmured, his fingers continuing their explorations.

"I'm going to make it up to you." he murmured, his lips right above your ear. "Every minute, every second."

His mouth finds yours again, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. His lips are soft, his kiss lingering, unhurried. He takes his time exploring your mouth, his tongue sweeping in, hot and lazy.

Your fingers thread through his hair, holding him close. He finally breaks the kiss.

He doesn't move far, just leans his forehead against yours. His hands slide up your sides, pausing to grip your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. He lets out a long exhale, as if he's expelling all the tension from his body.

"You should stay the night." you murmured, your eyes locked with him.

"Yeah?" he murmured. "You want me to stay the night?"

Your fingers skimmed down his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs. "Of course I want you to stay the night." you murmured.

His hands clenched on your hips at your touch, his breath hitching. "Yeah. I'm staying."

You shift positions, moving to rest your head on his chest, your ear pressed against his heartbeat. He wraps his arms around you, his hands flat against your back, his fingers pressing into your flesh.

His chin rests on the top of your head, his breath ruffling your hair. His body is hot and solid beneath you, his scent enveloping you, making you feel safe and secure.

"I can't believe you're really here." he murmured. "After so damn long. You're here."

You can hear the reverence in his voice, the disbelief in his tone. His hands continue to roam over your skin, like he's trying to convince himself you're not a hallucination, that you're really here with him.

His fingers trail down your spine to the small of his back. You shiver at the sensation, your skin breaking out in goosebumps. You shift against him, his body responding immediately. You can feel the heat of his chest on your cheek, the steady rise and fall of his chest.

And then you speaks, your voice low. "This is still real, isn't it?"

You feel the rumble of his chest as he lets out a low chuckle, his hands coming up to grip your waist. "Hell yeah it's real, sweetheart." he murmured.

You wake up slowly, blinking crusty eyes against the early morning light. You're disoriented for a moment, confused by the foreign surroundings. It takes a few seconds for the events of the night before to come flooding back, and a rush of heat spreads across your cheeks when you remember everything that happened.

You're sprawled out across Namjoon chest, your leg thrown over his hip, your naked body pressed against his. One of his arms is slung around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder.

He's still asleep, his face relaxed in sleep, soft breaths fanning across your forehead. He looks younger like this, softer, all the lines of his face smoothed out in sleep.

You raise your head, careful not to wake him. You watch him for a moment, taking in the way his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, the slight pout of his lips. Your fingers itch to reach out and graze his jaw, to trace the planes of his face.

His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. He mutters something under his breath, his nose nuzzling into your hair. You can feel his morning wood pressing against your stomach.

"You pooking me." you murmured and smiled.

Namjoon shifts, stirring awake. His eyes open slowly, and he blinks a few times before focusing on you.

"Good morning." he murmured, his voice deep and raspy with sleep.

"Good morning." you murmured, your hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck. "Slept well?"

Namjoon's hands slide up your back to grip your hips, his fingers flexing against your skin.

"Slept great." he murmured, his eyes fixed on your face. "You make a great pillow, by the way. Very soft."

Your cheeks heat up at his words. "Shut up." you muttered, trying to hide your smile by burying your face in his neck.

"Don't get shy on me now, sweetheart." He murmured. "You were pretty bold last night."

His fingers trail down your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"I mean it." he murmured. "You're soft. Soft and warm." His hands find the curve of your ass, pulling you closer. "And perfect to hold onto."

You can't help but giggle, your body shaking with the force of your laughter. Namjoon's hands tighten on your hips, his grip bordering on painful. He leans forward, his mouth descending on yours in a bruising kiss. He swallows your laugh, his tongue tangling with yours.

"Let's make some breakfast." you smiled.

Namjoon's hands slide down to grip your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh.

"Later." he murmured between kisses. Much later.

"You're supposed to be the responsible one." you murmured, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

His mouth moves down to your neck, his lips trailing a hot path down your throat. "Fuck that."

His hands slide down to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up. You squeak in surprise, your legs wrapping around his waist automatically. He sits up, his back pressed against the headboard, you straddling his lap.

"I want hold you, look at you." he whispered.

He takes his time admiring you, his hands roaming up and down your sides, your hips, your legs. His touch is reverent, his fingers tracing every inch of skin he can reach like he's committing you to memory.

"I can't decide if you're prettier in the daylight." he murmured. "Or last night."

Your hands slide up to grip the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"Oh yeah?" you murmured, your lips grazing his ear. "Remind me what I looked like last night."

He leans forward to press his mouth against your neck, his hands sliding up to grip your waist.

"You looked like a dream." he murmured. "Like something I made up. Like everything good in the world distilled into one person."

You can feel his mouth curve into a smirk against your skin, his stubble scraping your throat. "You were glowing, honey." he murmured. "Flushed with pleasure and... sexy."

He punctuates each word with a kiss to your neck.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, your head tilting to give him better access.

"Sexy, huh?" you murmured, your tone verging on teasing. "You liked watching me feel good, huh?"

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark and intense.

"I loved it." he murmured.

The blunt honesty in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. You lean in to press a soft kiss to the edge of his jaw, your fingers tangling in his hair.

"Yeah? You want to see it again?" you murmured, nibpling at his earlobe.

His hands grip your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"Always," he murmured. "I'd spend the rest of my life watching you feel good."

You're sprawled out on the couch in your apartment, your head resting on his chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns over his bare skin. His hand is running up and down your back, his fingers tracing the notches of your spine.

Namjoon is propped up on the arm rest, his eyes closed, looking the epitome of content. He lets out a satisfied hum, his chest vibrating against your cheek. "This is nice." he murmured.

"Yeah." you murmured. "It is."

The silence that falls between you is comfortable, easy. You can feel the steady beat of his heart against your ear, the soft rise and fall of his chest. You press a soft kiss to his chest, the heat of his skin against your lips.

"This is nice," you murmured again, nuzzling your face into his chest. "I could get used to it."

His arms tighten around you, his hand coming up to tuck your head under his chin.

"I could too," he murmured. "Wake up to you in my arms every morning."

You press a soft kiss to his collarbone, your lips lingering on his skin. "Yeah?" you murmured.

"Hmm," he murmured, his fingers running through your hair. "Waking up to you every morning. Falling asleep with you every night. Making breakfast for you every day."

"You'd cook for me every day?" you murmured, your hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders.

"Breakfast, lunch, and dinner," he murmured. His fingers scratch at your scalp, his fingernails dragging against your skin. "I'd feed you whatever you want, honey."

You press a soft kiss to the base of his neck, right where his pulse is. "You'd do that for me?" you murmured, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"I'd do a lot of things for you," he murmured. His hands slid down your back to grip your waist, pulling you even closer to him. "Anything you asked me to."

couple days later, cinema date.

You're alone in a mostly empty movie theater, the trailers before the start of the film playing on the screen. Namjoon is spread out in the seat next to you, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand is resting on your thigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns across the fabric of your skirt.

He lifts his arm to pull you closer to him, his hand coming up to rest on your hip. His other hand finds yours, his fingers tangling with yours. You tangle your fingers with his, your thumb brushing over his knuckles.

"You know… something I've always wondered…" you murmured, breaking the silence between you. You feel Namjoon shift, his grip on your hip tightening.

"Hmm?" he murmured, his voice low. "What have you always wondered?"

"Well…" you said, trailing off.

"Yeah?" Namjoon prompted, his fingers playing with the waistband of your skirt. "Come on, honey. Say it."

"Well.. maybe a little sneaky round here," you murmured.

You can feel Namjoon's grip on your hip tighten, his breath hitching at your words. He clears his throat, his fingers sliding under your skirt to grip your thigh.

"In a movie theater?" he murmured, his voice low and rough.

"Yeah, in a movie theater," you murmured, your fingers stroking the skin of his hand. "Right here. Right now," you murmured.

Namjoon lets out a low groan, his grip on your thigh tightening.

"You're kidding me," he murmured. "You can't possibly-" he cut himself off, clearing his throat again. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously." you murmured, your fingers trailing up his inner thigh. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"We'll get caught," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"No one is going to catch us." you murmured, your hand palming his crotch. "The theater is completely empty. It's just you and me."

His fingers squeeze your thigh tightly, his grip nearly bruising.

"You're crazy," he murmured.

"I know." you murmured, your fingers working at the buttons on his pants.

His look at your hands. "You're kidding me right now," he murmured. "You're not serious."

"Deadly serious," you murmured, your fingers closing around the bulge in his pants.

Namjoon shudders, his hips bucking up into your touch. "How long can you keep quiet, sweetheart?" he murmured, his fingers digging into your thigh.

You hum, feigning thoughtfulness.

"Long enough," you murmured.

"Oh, honey," he murmured. "You're on."

"Yeah?" you murmured, palming his now-hard cock through his pants. His eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a soft moan

"Goddamn," he murmured. "You're gonna be the death of me.''

You scramble out of your seat, shifting positions until you're kneeling at his feet, between his spread legs. He's looking down at you, his eyes dark, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

"Open my belt," he murmured, running a hand through your hair.

Your hands fumble with his belt, struggling to unbuckle it. His hands tangle in your hair, not helping at all, but not guiding your movements either.

It takes a few tries, but you finally manage to undo his belt, unzipping his pants. You reach into his boxer, wrapping your hand around his cock, your grip firm.

"Pull out," he murmured.

You pull his cock out, running your thumb over the head. He shudders at the touch, his hand flexing in your hair.

"Just like that," he murmured, his grip on your hair tightening. "Now be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me, yeah?"

You shiver, your hands resting on his thighs. You stick your tongue out, running it up his cock from base to tip. He curses under his breath, his grip on your hair tight enough to hurt. You take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip.

His hips flex helplessly, his grip on your hair holding you in place. His breath hitches when you take him deeper, your mouth hot and wet around him.

His fingers clench in your hair, his head falling back against the seat. You pull off him to take a breath, your hand replacing your mouth and stroking him.

"You're enjoying this, huh?" he murmured, his voice hoarse. "You like having your mouth full, baby?"

You nod, your grip tightening around him. He groans in response, his hips bucking up into your hand.

"Shit," he murmured. "I love how small your hand is."

You pump him faster, your tongue darting out to lick at his tip. He curses under his breath, his hand fisting in your hair. Suddenly, his grip on your hair tightens as he shoves your mouth down on his cock all at once.

Your eyes widen in surprise, but you relax your throat, taking him deeper. He holds you there, your nose pressed against his pelvis, your hands pressed against his thighs.

"There we go," he murmured. "Take it."

He lets out a sharp exhale as you pull back, your lips dragging along his length.

You bob your head up and down, taking him as deep as you can. His grip on your hair tightens, his breaths coming out in harsh pants. He's cursing under his breath, his hip bucking up into your mouth.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, his head falling back against the seat.

His grip in your hair is almost painful, but you don't mind. It just makes you more determined to make him feel good, to bring him to the edge. You take him deeper, your hand reaching up to fondle his balls.

He curses again, his hips bucking up into your mouth. Your name escapes his lips in a wrecked gasp. "Fuck, baby. Stop, stop."

You pull off him, your hands still working his cock. "Why?" you murmured.

His chest is heaving, his eyes dark, his hair disheveled. "I don't want to come yet,” he murmured.

You twist your wrist just the way he likes, your grip tight around him. "Why not?" you murmured, your voice innocent. "You can come to my throat, baby."

He shudders, his grip on your hair tightening. "You want that, honey?" he murmured.

"Yeah." you murmured. "I want you to use me."

His grip on your hair becomes bruising. "You wanna be a good girl for me, is that it?"

You nod, your hand pumping him faster. He lets out a low groan, his hips bucking up into your hand.

"Then let me use this pretty mouth," he murmured.

You open your mouth for him, letting him push his cock back in your mouth. He lets out a rough groan, his hand guiding your head down on his cock. You relax your throat, taking him deeper.

He's rougher now, his grip on your hair unyielding as he guides your head up and down his cock. He's cursing under his breath, his hips bucking up into your mouth. You take it, your hands digging into his thighs.

"Take it," he murmured, his voice rough. "Take it all.”

You take him deeper, your hands squeezing his thighs. He's cursing under his breath, his grip on your hair tight enough to hurt. Your eyes water, but you don't try to pull away.

"Goddamn, you're good at this." he murmured. "You love having your mouth full, huh, sweetheart?"

You can only moan in response, the vibrations from your mouth sending jolts of pleasure through him. He lets out a rough groan, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"Tighten your lips," he murmured. "Squeeze me, just like that. That's it."

You do as he tells you, your lips squeezing tightly around his cock. He lets out a low moan, his hips bucking up into your mouth. He's close now, you can tell by the way his breath is catching in his throat, the way his grip on your hair is almost painful.

"I'm close," he murmured. "You gonna let me come into your throat, sweetheart?"

You hum in response, your hands fisting in the fabric of his pants. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, his hips stuttering as he gets closer.

"God damn it," he moaned. "I'm gonna come.”

His grip on your hair tightens, his head falling back against the seat, his face twisted in pleasure. His breaths are coming out in harsh pants now.

"Oh god, oh god." he groaned. "Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come." His chest heaves with each strained breath, his fingers squeezing your hair.

You take him deeper, your lips squeezing him tight. You can feel him getting even more desperate, his hips bucking up into your mouth. His breaths are coming out in quick pants now, his body tense.

"Coming, coming, coming," he moaned. "Gonna come so hard, so hard, so-"

His body jerks, his hands tightening in your hair as he comes. His hips jerk up into your mouth, his cock twitching as he comes down your throat. You swallow around him, taking everything he gives you.

He's gasping for air, his chest heaving with exertion. His grip on your hair relaxes, his hand soothing through your hair, his fingers stroking your scalp.

"Holy hell," he murmured once he'd finally caught his breath.

You pull off him, your mouth feeling deliciously sore. You rest your head on his thigh, still trying to catch your own breath.

"You okay down there?" he murmured, his fingers still running through your hair.

"Mmm," you moaned, your voice sounding wrecked. "My jaw hurts, but I'm okay."

He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, his hand still stroking your hair. “You did so well, baby.” He murmured.

You hum in response, your eyes fluttering closed. You can feel the exhaustion starting to set in, your body feeling boneless and sated.

“I think this is the best movie I’ve ever seen,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his thigh.

He lets out a low, raspy laugh, the vibrations sending goosebumps down your spine. His hand moves from your hair to your shoulder, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.

“Best movie ever, huh?” he murmured. “Think it deserves a five-star rating, sweetheart?”

You hummed in agreement, your mind too fuzzy to form a proper response. “Five-star rating, definitely,” you murmured, your eyes still closed.

He lets out another low chuckle, his fingers still tracing idle patterns on your skin. “Should I leave a review right now?" he murmured. "While it’s still fresh in your mind?”

You laugh softly, your eyes still closed. “You do that,” you murmured, your words muffled against his thigh.

“Hey, Lua,” Yoongi said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.

Lua froze, her hand gripping her sweater hem. “Oh, fuck, fuck… oh, hi, Yoongi. Hello.”

“Sleep well?”

Lua felt her face was on fire. She pressed her lips together and hummed. “Mmhmm.”

“Good to know,” Yoongi replied as he reached for his coffee mug.

“Where is Analia?” Lua cleared her throat. “Did she get home last night?”

Yoongi wanted to laugh. It was amusing how she was pretending nothing had happened last night through thin walls.

“She had an early class,” Yoongi took a sip of his coffee before lowering it back on the counter. “Where is Jimin?”

“Jimin is in the shower,” Lua replied quickly. “I should go and get dressed.”

“You do that,” Yoongi nodded. “But we need to talk about some things.”

Lua shook her head quickly, her eyes darting toward the stairs. “I think it would be better if we didn’t talk.”

“Let’s meet at the cafeteria,” Yoongi stated, leaving no room for argument in his tone. “The four of us.”

By noon, the campus cafeteria was humming with the background noise of clattering trays, humming refrigerators, and chatter. But at the corner booth, the atmosphere was suffocating.

Yoongi and Jimin sat on one side of the booth, completely relaxed, shoulder-to-shoulder. On the other side sat Analia and Lua. The girls sat stiffly, their hands tucked tightly into their laps, refusing to make eye contact with either of the men across from them.

Jimin leaned back against the vinyl seat, resting his arm along the back of the booth. He watched Lua with a lazy, heavy-lidded stare, fully enjoying how nervous she looked under his gaze. Next to him, Yoongi twirled a bottle of water between his fingers, his dark eyes fixed entirely on Analia.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we went somewhere quieter?” Lua asked softly, her voice strained.

Analia nodded quickly in agreement, her knuckles white as she squeezed her own hands. “There are too many eyes on us.”

Yoongi let out a low, amused breath. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, closing the distance between him and Analia. “I don’t think anyone will be listening to us.”

Jimin smirked, tilting his head. “Last night m—”

“I don’t even want to hear about it,” Lua and Analia interjected in unison, their voices sharp and defensive.

Yoongi chuckled, a deep vibration in his chest. “No, no, we’re not going to talk about this.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Jimin added casually, locking eyes with Lua.

Lua’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you fucking out of your mind?”

Jimin didn’t flinch. He just leaned in a little closer, his tone dropping an octave, thick with quiet authority. “You didn’t make a fuss about it that night.”

“Now it’s a problem,” Lua snapped back, her cheeks burning hot.

Analia placed her hands on the edge of the table, her jaw set. “I’m not sitting here and listening to this.”

She began to slide out of the booth to stand up, but before her feet could even touch the floor, Yoongi’s hand shot across the table. His long fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist, his grip firm, warm, and possessive. He yanked her back down into the seat with effortless strength.

“Where you going, sugar?” Yoongi purred softly, his thumb rubbing a slow, deliberately teasing circle against her pulse point.

Analia looked at him, forcing a sweet, bitter smile onto her face. “Away from this conversation.” She tilted her head, trying to pull her wrist back, but Yoongi just shook his head mockingly, keeping his grip entirely locked.

He leaned in so close to her ear that his warm breath brushed against her skin. “You’re not going anywhere, darling,” Yoongi murmured, his voice dripping with soft control.

Analia bit her lower lip, a move Yoongi knew too well. She was holding back from spitting something witty and cold out. She sunk back into the booth. “Good girl,” Yoongi smirked.

Lua cleared her throat, trying to regain control of the table. “Last night was something that should not have happened.”

Jimin chuckled softly, his eyes tracing the line of Lua’s neck. “I think it’s something that should happen again,” he said. “Wouldn’t you agree, Yoongi?”

Analia’s head snapped toward Jimin, her eyes wide. “I beg your finest pardon?”

“You heard him,” Yoongi chimed in, his hand sliding down from Analia’s wrist to grip her thigh under the table. He squeezed through her skirt, his fingers digging into her soft skin with a heavy, steady pressure.

“Yoongi, stop,” Analia whispered under her breath, her face burning as his hand slid an inch higher up her inner thigh.

“Stop what, sugar?” Yoongi murmured, his voice velvety and dark. He leaned closer, his chest almost pressing against her shoulder.

“We like hearing you girls lose your minds,” Jimin smirked.

“You loved every second of it last night,” Yoongi said. “You were down on your knees, swallowing my cum while your best friend was screaming for Jimin right above us.”

Analia’s thighs instinctively clamping together, trapping Yoongi’s hand firmly between them.

“You’re sick.”

“I’m sick?” Yoongi chuckled, his thumb rubbing directly over the damp fabric of her lace underwear through her skirt. “Then why are you already getting wet for me under this table? In the middle of a crowded cafeteria?”

Analia closed her eyes, a soft, pathetic whimpering sound threatening to escape her throat. She gripped the edge of the table so hard her nails dug into the wood.

Across from them, Jimin was playing the exact same game with Lua. Under the table, his shoe slid up Lua’s calf, his ankle sliding gently between her legs.

“Jimin,” Lua warned softly.

“Oh, don’t act like you weren’t begging me to ruin you last night, baby,” jimin smiled.

Lua gasped, her eyes darting around the cafeteria to see if anyone was watching them. “Jimin, shut up! Someone’s going to hear you.”

“Now you care?” Jimin rasped softly, leaning over the table so his lips were inches from hers. “After our friends heard you moan loudly as I fucked you? You were taking my dick so good last night, Lua. Every time Analia moaned downstairs, your pussy clamped down on me so tight I almost came right on the spot.”

“Jimin, please,” Lua whimpered, her hands trembling in her lap. The contrast between his soft, gentle expression and the nasty, filthy words coming out of his mouth was completely undoing her.

“Please what, baby?” Jimin asked softly, his tone full of sweet, terrifying dominance. “You want me to take you back to my room right now and make you ride me until you cry?”

Lua swallowed hard, unable to nod, but her parted lips betrayed her completely.

Yoongi’s grip on Analia’s inner thigh tightened, his long fingers working their way directly into the crease of her leg. “Look at me, Analia,” he murmured softly.

Analia turned her head, her dark eyes wide, glossy, and entirely submissive to him. “God, you have no fucking idea how stunning you look like this,” he sighed softly. “Did you like listening to our friends last night? Don’t be shy.”

Analia felt her head nod ever so slightly before she could stop herself.

Across from them, Jimin brushed his thumb over Lua’s bottom lip. “Would you like to listen to Yoongi and Analia again, baby?”

Lua found herself nodding as well. Jimin chuckled, his fingers wrapping around her jaw. “That’s what I thought.”

Yoongi let out a dark, heated laugh. “Good to know we’re on the same page.”

Analia opened her mouth to say something, but Yoongi’s hand tightened around her thigh, making her gasp.

Jimin leaned forward, his brown irises so dark they were almost black, making eye-contact with Yoongi. “Different home, same room?" he murmured.

Analia swallowed, desperately trying to regain control of the situation. “Excuse me,” she interrupted. “Same room? Have you lost your minds?"

Yoongi looked down at Analia, a smug smile spreading across his lips. “That’s exactly what we’re planning, sugar,” he smirked.

Lua’s mouth fell open for a moment, before snapping shut again. “You guys can’t be serious,” she blinked.

“Oh we’re completely serious,” Jimin replied, his voice unwavering.

“You can’t expect us to just…agree to that,” you protested. “Just like that?”

“Why not?” The corner of Jimin’s mouth lifted in a smirk.

“I think your body is already getting the idea.” He leaned back against his seat, his arm still stretched across the back of the booth, his fingers playing with your hair.

“You said you had fun last night, didn’t you?”

Lua blushed wildly, her body feeling too hot for the room. “That’s not the point.” She managed to protest faintly, trying to ignore the fact that Jimin’s hand was now massaging the nape of her neck. “It was spontaneous. It just happened.”

“Finally, someone smart spoke up,” Analia said, trying to steady her breathing. “We can't be in the same room.”

Yoongi didn't pull his hand back from her thigh. Instead, his fingers relaxed, shifting from a possessive squeeze to a slow, soothing stroke through the soft fabric of her skirt. The hard, demanding edge in his posture melted away, replaced by that quiet, effortless calm he only ever used when he wanted to pull her in close.

“Nobody’s forcing you into anything, sugar,” Yoongi said softly, his voice dropping into that thick, velvet rasp. He leaned in just enough for his shoulder to rest gently against hers, offering warmth instead of pressure. “Analia, look at me.”

Analia hesitated, then turned her head. Up close, his dark eyes weren't mocking her anymore. They were grounded, focused entirely on her.

“My family has a cottage up at the lake,” Yoongi explained, his thumb tracing a small, gentle circle against her inner thigh. “Every summer break half the uni is up there staying at their family cottages.”

“And?” Analia rolled her eyes.

“Darling, it’s summer break,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Parties on the beach, bonfires, music,” Jimin added. “Everyone goes up there.” He reached across the table, sliding his palm over Lua’s knuckles and lacing their fingers together.

time skip.

The sun dips below the horizon as the temperature in the backyard begins to drop. The music blares louder, the speakers mounted at every corner cranked up to maximum volume. Around the bonfire, a dozen or so party- goers laugh and talk and drink with little regard for the volume of their words.

But Yoongi isn’t paying attention to any of it. His head is tilted back, his dark eyes scanning the crowd that’s gathered under the string lights that have been looped around the backyard space. And then, his gaze lands on Analia. She is sitting in a folding chair with a red solo cup tucked snugly into her hands, and her attention is currently focused on her phone, not on the festivities around her.

Yoongi watches her for a moment, his eyes tracing the curve of her legs where her skirt rides up past her mid-thighs. He smirks to himself and sets his beer bottle down on the picnic table before moving towards her and before that Yoongi saw Lua approaching Analia.

Lua plops down on the ground next to her, holding a bottle of tequila. "Hello beautiful girl.” Lua is murmured her voice casual and kinda flirting tho.

Analia smiled sweetly, but tiredly as she tilted her head. “Hey, beautiful,” she chimed.

“Are you having fun?” Lua murmured her eyes scanning Analia’s face.

Analia shook her head, a tired sigh leaving her lips. “Nah.” she mumbled. “So many people."

Lua snorted softly, shifting so that she was sitting closer to Analia, the two thighs, touching. "Same,” she murmured. "So boring."

“You can say that again.” Analia groaned, turning away from the phone and stretching her legs out onto Lua’s lap in one swift move. She leaned back, stretching out her limbs and releasing a sigh of pure relief.

Lua grinned, her fingers automatically finding their way to Analia’s calves, mindlessly tracing the hem of her skirt. "You have nice legs." she murmured.

Analia chuckled, rolling her eyes slightly as her eyes flicker down toward Lua’s fingers. "You're drunk." she murmured, shifting closer so her leg was pressed firmly onto Lua’s lap.

Lua leaned back in the chair, her hands still absently grazing over Analia’s legs, traveling higher to rest on her inner thigh. "Maybe a little.” she murmured, her eyes flickering up to meet Analia’s gaze. "Maybe not."

Analia swallowed thickly, her breath catching in her throat as Lua’s hand rested higher on her thigh, close to the hem of her skirt. She tried to concentrate on anything other than the feeling of Lua’s fingers against her skin.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Lua is murmured.

Analia’s breath hitched in her throat, and she couldn’t stop the flush that rose up her neck and onto her cheeks. She shook her head nervously. “No,” she murmured, her eyes locked on Lua’s hand that still rested on her inner thigh. “I haven’t.”

There was a small smirk spreading across Lua’s lips, like she had known the answer to her own question all along. She leaned closer, their noses practically touching now. “You never been curious at least? Like right now."

Analia’s heart was racing, her eyes darting nervously between Lua’s lips and her deep brown eyes. “I mean, I guess.” she murmured, her voice hoarse. She swallowed thickly, trying to regain her composure. “Why… why do you ask?”

“Because you keep looking at my mouth.” Lua murmured, her free hand reaching out to run her thumb along Analia’s bottom lip. “Like you’re trying to decide if you’re going to say or just do.”

Analia’s breath caught in her throat at Lua’s words. She couldn’t argue with her observation. She had been stealing glances up at Lua’s lips this whole time, imagining what it would be like to kiss her.

"You can kiss me. I don't mind." Lua whispered.

Analia felt her heart skip a beat at Lua’s suggestion. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves before slowly nodding her head. “Okay.” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Go head baby," Lua murmured. "Kiss me."

Slowly, hesitantly, Analia leaned in and pressed her lips to Lua’s. The kiss started off soft and tentative, their lips barely grazing each other’s. But then Lua pressed harder, deepening the kiss, and Analia couldn’t resist gasping in response.

Lua took advantage of Analia’s gasp, sliding her tongue into her mouth. The taste of tequila was still lingering on her tongue, not that Analia minded. She moaned into the kiss.

Their tongues tangled together as the kiss grew more heated, more urgent. Analia’s hands found their way to Lua’s hair, tangling in the soft strands as she pulled her closer.

"Wow, you good kisser." Lua murmured.

Analia pulled back slightly, her breath coming out in short bursts. She was flushed and panting, her eyes darkened with desire. “Yeah?” she murmured, her hand still tangled in Lua’s hair.

"Yeah, keep going." Lua murmured. "Keep going."

Analia didn’t need to be told twice. She leaned closer, capturing Lua’s mouth with her own once more. The kiss was rough this time, hungry, their hands wandering over each other’s bodies.

Lua moaned into the kiss, her hands moving to grip Analia’s hips, pulling her tighter against her. Their bodies pressed together, every point of contact sending shivers down their spines.

Analia shivered, her arms wrapping around Lua’s neck. She moaned into Lua’s mouth. “We’re in public,” she murmured, but her hands didn’t stop roaming all over Lua’s back.

"Yeah, we are,” Lua murmured, her hands sliding down to grip Analia’s thighs, pulling her up onto her lap. “And, people are drunk, and they don't care what we're doing."

Analia moaned at the feeling of being straddled by Lua, her legs wrapping around Lua’s waist. "God, you’re so hot." Lua murmured.

Analia blushed, feeling the heat in her cheeks, but couldn’t help but grind her hips against Lua’s.

"Are you okay with this?" Analia asked.

“More than okay.” Lua grinned, her hands sliding up under Analia’s skirt, gripping her thighs directly. “Are you?” she murmured.

Analia sucked in a breath when she felt Lua’s hands on her thighs. "Very." she murmured huskily. "But feels different."

"Different?" Lua murmured, her hands dancing higher up Analia’s thighs. "Good different or bad different?"

"Good different." Analia murmured.

Lua’s hands kept going higher, her fingers now touching Analia’s panties. "Good." she murmured. "Shit, you are wet."

Analia moaned, her head falling back as she arched her back. "Yeah?” she murmured. "You feel that?"

Lua moaned, her fingers pressing against Analia’s clit through the cotton fabric of her lingerie set. “God, you’re so wet.” she murmured.

Analia moaned louder, her hands clutching onto Lua’s shoulders. "What if someone sees us?" she asked.

"I think they did." Lua murmured and laughed. "Look at Yoongi's and Jimin's face."

Jimin squinted his eyes. “Is that your girl?”

Yoongi felt his blood run cold. He only blinked.

Lua kissed Analia's neck.

Analia moaned again, closing her eyes. "What are they doing now?" she murmured, her grip tightening on Lua’s shoulders.

"Still watching us." Lua laughed.

The thought made Analia’s stomach flutter. She shifted in Lua’s lap, grinding down against her hand. "Can they hear us?" she murmured.

"I don’t think so, but they are seeing everything we’re doing here." Lua murmured, her fingers slipping under Analia’s panties and grazing her clit directly.

Analia gasped, her eyes flying open. “Oh god.” she moaned. "I bet the view is great."

Lua laughed softly. "I imagine so." she murmured.

Yoongi was clenching his jaw, his hands clenched into fists in his lap. Jimin was watching them with dark, intense eyes.

Analia moaned again, her hips arching into Lua’s touch. "You think they like what they see?" she murmured, her eyes locked on the two men across the yard.

Lua grinned. "I think they’re enjoying the show.” she murmured. "Both of them, can you touch me too?"

Analia moaned, her hands moving to the waistband of Lua’s jeans. “Yes.” she murmured.

Lua moaned when Analia’s hands slipped into her jeans, her fingers teasing at her clit. “God, I needed this.” she moaned.

Analia moaned again, her fingers sliding lower. “You’re so wet.” she murmured.

Lua groaned, her head falling back. "Fuck" she murmur, rolling her hips. "Look at Yoongi's eyes."

Analia's eyes flicked back up to where Yoongi and Jimin were sitting. Yoongi's eyes were dark, his gaze fixed on the two of them, his jaw clenched.

Jimin’s jaw wasn’t any less tense, his hands were clenching the ends of the armrests, his dark eyes watching Intently, his lips in a tight line. He swallowed thickly.

Lua moaned, her hips rolling against Analia’s hand. "You think they’re jealous?" she murmured.

Analia moaned, her fingers swirling faster. “I bet they are.” she murmured.

Lua moaned loudly, her hips jerking up. "Yoongi looks pissed." she murmured.

Yoongi’s jaw was tight as he watched them, as if he was trying to control himself from doing something. Jimin’s grip on the armrests looked like he was seconds away from breaking it, his chest rising up and down.

“So is Jimin,” Analia murmured, her fingers moving even faster.

"They look like they can explode any minute." Lua murmured, her head falling back again, her hips rolling faster. "Fuck, you are going to make me come."

Analia moaned, her fingers moving even faster, feeling Lua’s grip tighten on her hair. "God, I know." she murmured, her own breathing growing more Labored.

Lua moaned loudly, her hips bucking against Analia’s hand. "I’m so close." she moaned.

Jimin’s eyes were still focused on them, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Yoongi’s fingers were gripping the armrests of the chair so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

The sound of Lua’s moans sent shivers down to Analia’s core, and her fingers couldn’t stop moving. "Come for me,” she murmured, feeling Lua’s walls clench around her fingers.

Yoongi’s jaw was clenched so tight it could break, his eyes were darker than before, almost possessively. “Shit.” he murmured under his breath.

Jimin’s eyes stayed focused on Lua.

"Oh god," moaned Lua, her body shaking. "I'm gonna come."

Analia moaned. “Come for me, baby.” she murmured, her fingers moving even faster.

Yoongi’s grip on the armrests tightened even more, his muscles straining. “Jimin.” he gritted out.

Jimin was still staring at Lua, his jaw locked, but his expression had changed. There was something more intense in them, they were dark but there was a slight look of possessiveness.

“Come.” moaned Analia. "Come for me."

Lua moaned again, her whole body tensing up. “Oh god, I’m gonna come."

His grip relaxed, his fingers releasing the armrests for a second. “Jimin.” he repeated, his voice rougher than before.

Jimin’s jaw clenched again, his eyes still locked on Lua.

“Oh god, oh god,” moaned Lua.

Analia moaned, her fingers moving faster, her own breathing becoming more labored. "Come. Come, my girl." she murmured.

Yoongi's jaw was still clenched, but there was a different look in his eyes now. A different kind of possessiveness. "Jimin." he repeated again, his voice even colder.

Jimin finally looked away from Lua, his gaze shifting to Yoongi. "What?" he said, his expression stoic.

“That’s enough.” he murmured, his eyes still focused on Jimin.

“Yoongi, stop.” said Jimin, his voice still stern.

“No.” replied Yoongi, his grip on Jimin’s arm tightening. “Stop this.” he repeated.

“Stop what?” asked Jimin, a dark edge to his question.

“That.” he said, gesturing towards Lua and Analia. “Stop it.”

Jimin’s jaw clenched again, but he didn’t say anything. He just stared at Yoongi’s hand on his arm.

"No. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. This isn't Lua's first time. She has a weakness for girls." Jimin said dryly.

Yoongi’s grip on Jimin’s arm tightened even more. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Jimin’s face was expressionless, but his voice was cold as he replied. “She likes girls too."

Yoongi’s jaw clenched again, his eyes shifting back to Lua and Analia.

“And you okay with this?” asked Yoongi, his grip on Jimin’s arm never easing.

Jimin’s expression remained stoic as he replied. “At the end of the day, she's begging me to fuck her, so yeah."

Yoongi’s jaw tensed even more, but he didn’t say anything. He just continued to watch Lua and Analia.

Yoongi's his eyes still fixed on Lua and Analia.

"Still kinda hot tho, watch them. Both of our girlfriends are finger fuck each other." Jimin laughed.

“Shut up.” Yoongi murmured, his eyes still focused on Lua and Analia.

Jimin’s expression turned smug. He gestured towards them again. “It’s a good view, isn’t it?” he asked.

“You’re a sick bastard.” muttered Yoongi.

Jimin’s smirk broadened. “But you still can’t stop watching.” he stated smugly.

The color on Yoongi’s face had darkened. “Shut up.” he hissed.

"Fuck.. they are looking so hot." Jimin murmured.

“You’re right.” Yoongi murmured.

Jimin’s smirk grew even smugger. “See? It’s a good view.” he murmured, watching Lua and Analia.

“Yeah." Yoongi murmured, his eyes still fixed on the two girl’s

“You like it, don’t you?” murmured Jimin, his tone smug.

Yoongi’s jaw clenched again, but he didn’t say anything. He just continued to watch Lua and Analia.

“Analia almost there.” murmured Jimin, his smug smile still in place as he watched the two girls.

Yoongi’s his eyes still fixed on Lua and Analia. “I can see that.” he murmured. "She is going to come, I know."

“Yeah, she’s so close.” murmured Jimin, his eyes never leaving the two girls.

“You’re not mad at this right?” asked Yoongi, his eyes still fixed on Lua and Analia.

Jimin snorted softly. “Nah.” he murmured, his smirk shifting to a smile. “Why would I be?”

“Doesn’t bother you, not even one bit?” asked Yoongi

“Not at all.” chuckled Jimin, his smirk widening.

Yoongi’s jaw clenched again, but he didn’t say anything else. He just kept watching Lua and Analia.

"Fuck, I didn't expect your fingers to be this good, and I never magine any of this would happen when I came over to you." Lua murmured and laughed.

Analia smiled. “Neither did I.” she murmured. “But I’m not complaining.”

Lua chuckled, her fingers moving even faster. “Neither am I.” she murmured. "Your turn baby. Come on my fingers."

Analia moaned, her hips bucking against Lua’s fingers. “Oh god.” she moaned.

Lua moaned, her fingers picking up their pace. “That's it, come on." she murmured. "Keep going, fuck you are dripping on my fingers."

Analia moaned louder, her legs trembling. “God, I’m close.” she moaned, her breathing becoming more labored.

“Come for me." murmured Lua, her fingers moving even faster. "Let go baby girl."

Analia’s hands gripped onto Lua’s shoulders as she let out a final loud moan, her whole body shaking as she came. "Yeah, there you go." murmured Lua, her fingers still moving inside Analia. "That's right, come for me."

Yoongi and Jimin still focused on the two of them.

"Fuck Lua.. She’s so hot right now.” murmured Jimin, his eyes intently fixed on Lua.

“Yeah, she is.” murmured Yoongi, his eyes also focused on Analia.

"And you are not even jealous." murmured Jimin, his eyes shifting to Yoongi.

"Not really." murmured Yoongi.

"Because you enjoy it, right?" murmured Jimin.

Yoongi didn’t say anything. He just kept his eyes fixed on Lua and Analia.

Jimin smirked. “I knew it.” he murmured.

Analia moaned as her orgasm finally subsided, her body falling limp against Lua’s. “Jesus Christ.” she murmured, panting heavily.

Lua chuckled, her fingers slowing down but still inside Analia. “Yeah, good girl.” she murmured.

“You think that was enough entertainment for our viewers?" murmured Analia.

Lua laughed. “Oh, they’re still watching.” she murmured, nodding towards Yoongi and Jimin.

Analia groaned softly, her eyes slowly lifting to see Yoongi and Jimin sitting across the yard. “Oh god, they saw everything.” she moaned, her face flushing red.

Lua chuckled. “Well, it’s not like we were doing it in private.” she murmured, her fingers withdrawing from Analia and bring it her mouth and she watched Lua clean her fingers off.

"Taste like cotton candy." Lua murmured.

Analia’s face reddened even more, if possible, at Lua’s words. “Oh god.” she murmured, burying her face into the crook of Lua’s neck.

Lua laughed, wrapping her arms around Analia. “Don’t be embarrassed.” she murmured. “They liked it.”

Analia groaned again, her face still buried in Lua’s neck. “How do you know that?” she murmured.

Lua chuckled. “They rock hard.” she murmured.

Analia groaned again, lifting her head to look at Yoongi and Jimin. Indeed, the two boys had noticeable bulges in their jeans.

Lua smirked. “See?” she murmured. "And by the way, If we ever do that again, I want to taste you with my mouth." and she chuckled.

Analia’s eyes widened, her face flushing even more. “What?” she managed to murmur.

Lua laughed. “You heard me.” she murmured, her hand sliding up and down Analia’s spine. “If I was to get on my knees and eat you out, I want you to ride my tongue and come in my mouth. You’d have two options. Either hold my head still by my hair or let me grip your hips so I can press my face harder against your pussy.”

Analia’s eyes widened even more if possible. “God, you are shameless.” she murmured, her voice hoarse. "Okay, shut up now."

Lua chuckled. “I just know what I want.” she murmured. "Thank you for tonight." Lua patted Analia's ass. "Get up."

Analia groaned, reluctantly lifting herself off of Lua’s lap. “I can’t believe we did that.” she murmured, still flushed.

Lua just chuckled, standing up. “I can’t believe we did that in front of Yoongi and Jimin.” she replied

“Neither can I.” murmured Analia, her eyes flickering back over to the two boys. Yoongi and Jimin were still in their respective seats, but their expressions had changed. They were just staring at the two girls.

Lua chuckled again. “They really liked the show.” she murmured.

“I think they still do.” murmured Analia, her eyes still fixed on Yoongi.

"Yeah, they do." murmured Lua, her eyes switching to Jimin.

Neither boy moved from their seats, their gazes still fixed on the girls. "They look like they still want a show," murmured Lua, her eyes flickering back to Lua. "Or they want to fuck us."

“Both probably…” murmured Analia, watching Yoongi’s jaw clench.

“Especially Jimin.” murmured Lua, watching Jimin.

“Yeah… Why aren’t they saying anything?” murmured Analia, her eyes moving back to Yoongi. He was staring at her intensely. But he didn’t move from his spot.

Jungkook glares at the back of the cab, seething silently as you stare out the window, your chin resting in your palm. You can feel him silently seething next to you, his presence radiating a mix of arrogance and annoyance that's practically suffocating. The tense silence stretches on for several minutes before he finally breaks, unable to keep it in any longer.

"You're so damn smug," he mutters, his jaw tight. "You probably love this, don't you. Finally getting a chance to lord your stupid success over me."

Oh, here we go. Typical Jeon Jungkook, making even a simple car ride a battlefield. You turn to him, your expression cool and aloof, and give him a slow once over. Your gaze travels from his tousled hair and sharp jawline down to his well-pressed suit, taking in every detail with calculated nonchalance.

"And you're so damn predictable," you reply, your voice smooth as silk. "You can't stand the fact that I've been outperforming you for six months in a row, can you? Just admit it. We both know who the superior employee is here."

Jungkook scoffs, his face darkening with irritation. "Superior? That's a joke, and you know it. It's just dumb luck, that's all."

He shifts, his muscular frame almost taking up the entire backseat, and crosses his arms over his chest. He's even more irritatingly attractive when he's pissed off, but you're determined to keep your cool.

Jungkook’s fingers tap impatiently on his knee, the rhythmic sound grating against your nerves. He glances at you sideways, that infuriating smirk tugging at his lips, the one that always precedes some smug remark.

"Bet you’re already planning how to ‘accidentally’ steal my presentation slides at the hotel too," he says, voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Or should I sleep with my laptop tonight?" His eyes glint with challenge, waiting for your reaction.

The car hits a bump, jostling you closer to him for half a second. He doesn’t move away.

You roll your eyes, refusing to let him have the satisfaction of infuriating you. "Your slides are about as interesting as a pile of dirt," you retort.

But the proximity is getting to you. The heat off his body is almost tangible. It takes all your willpower to focus on the passing scenery outside. "And as if I'd waste my energy trying to sabotage you. Your ego takes care of that already."

Jungkook's eyes flash, the insult obviously hitting home. "My ego?" he scoffs, shifting in his seat so he's facing you directly. "At least I've got something worth having an ego about. All you've got is just a lot of undeserved confidence."

He leans in closer than he probably realizes, his breath mingling with yours in the cramped space. "And don't pretend you wouldn't love to see me fail. It's written all over your damn face every time we're in a meeting together."

You refuse to step back, tilting your chin in a challenge. His scent wraps around you, a woodsy, masculine musk that's annoyingly attractive. "Don't flatter yourself," you snap. "I'm not the one who's been practically salivating at every opportunity to take me down. You're the one obsessively competitive here, not me."

The cab hits another bump, and this time it's enough to send you careening straight into Jungkook. Your hand lands right on his chest, the hard muscle jumping under your fingers.

Jungkook freezes for a split second as your hand lands on his chest. His eyes flicker down to where you're touching him, then back to your face. A mix of surprise dances across his features.

His voice is gravelly as he speaks, the cocky facade slipping just a bit. "Watch where you put your damn hands," he murmurs, but he doesn't move away. Your hand is still pressed over his heart, the rapid thump-thump-thump betraying his cool demeanor.

The cab takes another turn, and you're forced even closer together. His leg brushes against yours. The contact is electric, sending a jolt of something you refuse to admit through your entire body.

The atmosphere in the cab thickens like a fog, and it's getting increasingly difficult to maintain your composure. You can feel his gaze on you, intense and almost palpable.

Jungkook's eyes stay locked on yours, his body rigid as he fights the impulse to bridge the gap between you. The car hits another bump, jostling you closer, your body almost flush against his now. Your fingers curl involuntarily, gripping his shirt.

His voice is a low rumble that resonates through you. "You're treading on dangerous ground, you know that?" he warns, but it lacks its usual bite.

You can feel the tension crackling between you, so intense that you could practically taste it in the air. You should move, create some distance, but your body refuses to listen.

His chest rises and falls rapidly under your hand, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin fabric. You can feel his heartbeat racing against your palm, matching the rhythm of your own.

A smirk plays at the corner of your lips as you press your palm more firmly against his chest, feeling the way his breath hitches. "Dangerous ground? Please," you say, your voice dripping with false sweetness. "What are you going to do about it, Jungkook? You've been all bark and no bite this whole ride."

His eyes darken at the challenge, and for a moment, you swear he's about to close the infinitesimal distance between you. But just then, the cab screeches to a halt, the driver's gruff voice announcing your arrival at the hotel.

The sudden stop snaps you back to reality. You yank your hand off Jungkook's chest, as if scorched. You straighten, trying to mask the way your heart is racing, while he clears his throat, looking just as shaken.

The driver opens the door, and cold air seeps in, breaking the intimate bubble. Jungkook slides out wordlessly, adjusting his suit as if nothing happened. You follow suit, grabbing your bags from the trunk, avoiding his gaze. Neither of you speaks a word as you enter the hotel.

The hotel lobby is grand and luxurious, all gleaming marble floors and glittering chandeliers. The check-in desk stands at the far end, manned by a prim staff dressed in sharp uniforms.

You make your way over, Jungkook following a step behind. You can feel his gaze on your back, almost like a physical weight. His mood has done another complete 180, his expression closed off and dark.

The receptionist greets you both with a polite smile. "Good evening, and welcome to our hotel. Do you have a reservation?" she asks.

You hand over your reservation details while Jungkook hangs back, his expression still brooding. The receptionist checks the system, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

"Ah, yes, here it is," she says finally, before her eyes widen almost imperceptibilely. "Um, just one thing though..."

Your heart rate notches up a few beats as you brace yourself. What could be wrong now?

"What is it?" you ask, trying to keep your voice even.

The receptionist hesitates, looking almost apologetic. "Well, it seems there's been a slight issue with the booking."

Jungkook steps forward, tension radiating off him in waves. "What kind of issue?" he asks, his voice sharp.

The receptionist swallows, fingers tightening around her pen. "I'm afraid due to an overbooking situation, we only have one room available at the moment. And... it's a single occupancy suite." Her eyes dart between you both nervously.

Jungkook's jaw visibly clenches. "One bed?"

She nods quickly. "But it's our most luxurious suite! King-sized, balcony, soaking tub—"

You cut her off with a dry laugh. "Perfect. Just perfect."

Jungkook's gaze flickers to yours, a mix of irritation and something you can't quite place in them. "This some kind of sick joke?" he mutters.

The situation is beyond ridiculous. A single bed. No way in hell are you going to willingly share a bed with Jeon Jungkook of all people.

Jungkook exhales sharply through his nose, running a hand through his tousled hair in frustration. He turns back to the receptionist with forced politeness.

"Surely there’s something else available. A rollaway bed. A couch. A damn broom closet," he grits out.

The receptionist winces. "I’m so sorry, sir. With the convention in town, we’re completely—"

He cuts her off with a humorless laugh. "Right. Of course." His eyes flick to you, jaw tight. "Guess you’ll be sleeping on the floor, then."

Your fingers curl around your bag strap.

"You wish," you shoot back. "I called dibs on the bed the second you opened your mouth in the cab."

His grin is all teeth. "Try and take it from me."

The receptionist, now pale, slides the keycard across the counter like she’s handling a live grenade.

You grab the keycard. Your eyes lock with Jungkook's, a silent challenge passing between you. His gaze is heavy, almost predatory. You have to admit, despite the situation, seeing him like this, a little uncomposed, is doing things to you.

But you'll be damned if you'll let him see how much this is affecting you. With a tight smile, you head for the elevators.

The elevator ride up to the suite is the most awkward silence you've ever experienced. Jungkook stands in the opposite corner, arms crossed over his chest, gaze fixed on the doors. You can feel the tension crackling between you, so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Finally, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open to reveal a lavish suite. Everything screams 'luxurious' - velvet drapes, hardwood floors, a massive king-sized bed in the center.

You step inside, setting down your bag. Jungkook follows, his eyes slowly taking in the room.

The suite is spacious, with floor to ceiling windows revealing a breathtaking view of the city at night. You stride over to the bed, testing the mattress with your hand. It's like a damn cloud.

"Well," you say dryly, looking back at Jungkook who's still standing by the door, "at least the bed is comfortable."

Jungkook doesn't respond, just stands there with his jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the bed like it's personally offended him.

Finally, with a humorless chuckle, he pushes away from the wall. "This is just perfect," he mutters. "Stuck in a room with you and only one damn bed. My lucky day."

You roll your eyes, refusing to be baited into another argument. "Oh, please. Stop whining. It's not like you're going to die just because you have to share a bed with me for a couple of nights."

He scoffs, tossing his bag onto the desk. "I'd rather sleep in the damn tub than next to you."

You arch an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing at the corner of your lips. "Oh yeah? The big bad Jeon Jungkook can't handle sharing a bed with a girl? Isn't that just precious."

He glares at you, those intense eyes locked on your face. He prowls closer, stopping just a few feet away. "Watch your mouth. You know damn well it's not about 'sharing' a bed. Oh fuck me.. Nevermind, I am hungry."

Your heart rate spikes despite your efforts to stay cool. He's standing so close now, all broad shoulders and rippling muscles. His scent wraps around you, that delicious woodsy musk that you're starting to find unfairly attractive. You lift your chin defiantly. "Hungry? Maybe you should've packed a lunchbox like a good boy."

The corner of his lip quirks up in that infuriating smirk you know so well. He takes another step closer, almost within reach. "You're awfully feisty today."

His gaze roams over your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, the way your eyes dart away from his. He knows damn well he's getting to you, and he's enjoying every second.

Your cheeks burn, but you force yourself to hold his gaze, refusing to back down. "I'm always feisty, remember?"

He hums, those dark eyes still locked on yours. The tension in the air is practically crackling now, the room suddenly much hotter than before.

"I do remember," he murmurs, voice a low, gruff whisper.

Jungkook suddenly moves, swift and deliberate, grabbing the spare pillow from the bed and tossing it at your face with a scoff. "Take the damn left side. And if your feet cross the invisible line, I'm throwing you off the balcony."

He stalks toward the bathroom without waiting for a reply, already unbuttoning his dress shirt. The glimpse of his bare back as the door slams shut makes your pulse stutter.

You stand rooted to the spot, heart pounding, pillow clutched tightly in your arms. This is getting dangerous. The thought of sharing a bed with Jungkook, lying mere inches apart from his muscular form... it's driving you insane.

Shaking off the thoughts, you toss the pillow on the left side of the bed. It's as far as you can get without literally being against the wall.

You change into comfortable clothes, a loose t-shirt and shorts that leave your legs bare. Climbing into bed, you switch off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into semi-darkness.

The sound of the bathroom door opening makes your breath hitch. Jungkook steps out in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, his toned torso gleaming slightly from the shower. Water droplets cling to his hair, and the sight sends an involuntary shiver down your spine.

He barely spares you a glance as he moves to the other side of the bed, yanking the covers down with unnecessary force. The mattress dips under his weight, and suddenly the space between you feels impossibly small, the heat of his body radiating across the sheets.

"I'm going to order food. Is there anything you'd like to eat?" you asked.

He grunts, his back to you as he settles into his side of the bed. "Whatever. I'm not picky."

You fumble for your phone, fingers shaking ever so slightly as you pull up the room service menu app. The silence is deafening, filled only by the soft sound of him shifting in the bed. You can feel the heat of his body so close, so maddeningly close.

The phone menu is a blur. Your mind is spinning, thoughts you shouldn't be having running wildly through your head.

Finally, somehow managing to pick something from the menu, you place the order. The silence returns, now even thicker than before.

You can feel Jungkook's presence like a living, pulsing thing. Every movement he makes, every slight shift of weight in the bed, feels magnified. The idea of turning toward him, seeing his bare torso just inches away, is both tantalizing and terrifying.

After a painfully long moment, Jungkook breaks the silence, his voice weirdly soft "You're thinking pretty loudly over there."

You huff, flopping onto your back and staring stubbornly at the ceiling. "I'm not thinking anything. Maybe you're just hallucinating from hunger."

A beat passes. Then suddenly, the bed shifts as Jungkook rolls onto his side to face you, propping his head up on one hand. Moonlight cuts across the sharp angles of his face, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "

A knock at the suite door shatters the moment.

"Room service."

You practically launch yourself out of bed, thankful for anything that breaks the weird tension in the air. Opening the door, you find a young waiter pushing a trolley filled with food.

Jungkook sits up, running a hand through his wet hair. He looks unfairly good, even in the harsh light from the hallway.

The waiter sets out the plates on the small table in the corner. The aroma of food wafts through the room, but you can scarcely register it. Not with Jungkook getting up from the bed, the sweatpants hanging low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing trail of muscles leading down.

You try to avert your gaze, but it seems like a losing battle. His lean muscles ripple under the dim lamplight as he stretches lazily before pulling a chair out and sitting down.

You finally manage to tear your eyes away from him, busying yourself with serving your own plate. But even as you pick at your food, your mind is a constant loop of images - the feeling of his body heat in the bed, the way his abs flex when he moves.

The food is delicious, but you barely taste it. Every bite feels mechanical, your attention hopelessly pulled back to the man across from you. Jungkook eats with quiet precision, his dark eyes occasionally flicking up to meet yours, just long enough to make your pulse stutter, before returning to his plate.

A dab of sauce lingers at the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, you reach out, swiping it away with your thumb. The second your skin makes contact, you freeze. His lips are impossibly soft.

Jungkook goes completely still. His gaze locks onto yours, heavy and unreadable. The air between you crackles.

Your voice comes out embarrassingly breathless. "You had something—"

He catches your wrist before you can pull away, his grip firm but not painful. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the way it races.

"I know," he murmurs.

Your heart is pounding so hard you swear he can hear it. His thumb tracing slow circles across your wrist is a maddening distraction. You're supposed to hate this man. You're supposed to be enemies. So why is it suddenly so hard to remember that?

Somehow you find your voice, though it's not much more than a whisper. "Let go."

His grip tightens just a fraction, his thumb still tracing that torturous path against your pulse. "Why should I?"

The air between you is electric, thick with tension. Jungkook's dark eyes search yours, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist like a brand. He doesn’t let go.

Instead, he tugs you forward, just slightly, enough to make your breath catch. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.

"You started this," he murmurs, lips hovering just shy of yours. "You gonna finish it?"

Your mind is a dizzying mess, your body responding to him in ways it shouldn't. You should pull away. You should push him off. You should do a dozen things, all of them in stark contrast to what you actually want.

One more tug, and you're practically standing between his legs, your faces only inches apart. His hand slips from your wrist to your hip, his palm searing hot through the thin fabric of your clothes. His gaze never leaving yours.

His expression is a study in contrasts, all contradictions. There's heat in his eyes, hunger, a raw, possessive desire. But there's something else too, something darker and more complicated.

"Last chance," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. "Push me away."

You're lost in those piercing eyes, drowning in his touch. Every sensible thought has flown out the window.

Instead of pushing him away, you reach up, your fingers tangling in his damp hair. It's a silent answer. An invitation.

Jungkook exhales sharply, his breath hitching as your fingers slide into his hair. His grip on your hip tightens almost painfully, the restraint in his touch snapping like a thread.

In one fluid motion, he stands, lifting you effortlessly as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His mouth crashes into yours with bruising intensity, all teeth and tongue and barely leashed frustration.

The back of your knees hit the mattress as he drops you onto the bed, his body caging you in before you can even gasp. He tears his lips away just long enough to growl against your mouth,

Your head is spinning, heart slamming in your chest as he cages you in, the weight of his body pressed against yours a delicious kind of torment. His words register through the haze of desire, and somehow, you find your voice, ragged though it is.

"I still hate you." you manage, your nails digging into the corded muscles of his back. "One time thing. This means nothing, got it?"

His sharp smile is almost feral. "Nothing at all."

You're already arching up into him, your legs locked around his waist like it's instinct. His lips trace a scorching line along your jaw, down your neck, leaving a trail of fire that makes you shudder.

"One time," he murmurs, his voice hoarse and rough. "That's all this is."

His hands slide up under your shirt, his palms burning hot against your skin. "One night."

There's an edge to his words, almost a warning. But right now, you don't care.

With a swift motion, Jungkook tugs your shirt over your head, his eyes never leaving yours as it hits the floor with a soft rustle. You're left in nothing but your shorts and a very thin lace see threw bra.

His gaze drops, dark and intense, taking in every inch of you. His hands slide up your sides, fingers toying with the lace edge of your bra, making your breath hitch at the contact.

"Just one night," he repeats, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper. "No strings."

His calloused fingers trail down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your brain has shut off completely, replaced by a throbbing, pulsing need.

"No strings," you agree. “No strings at all.”

His lips curve in a smirk as he finally breaks eye contact.

"This changes nothing,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin. “We’re still enemies.”

His hands slide lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "Enemies,” he agrees, his tone devoid of emotion. “Nothing more.”

Your legs uncross from around him, letting him slide your shorts down with a swift motion. You’re left in nothing but your bra and panties.

His eyes roam hungrily over your nearly bare form. The room is stifling hot, the air thick with tension. You feel exposed under his gaze, yet not in a bad way. There’s something exhilarating about it.

His hands slide up your thighs, pushing your legs wider apart. His fingers brush against the cotton of your underwear, sending a shiver up your spine.

His eyes flick back up to meet yours. "One rule."

Your throat goes dry, your entire body tense with anticipation. "What?" you ask, managing to sound halfway steady.

His fingers hook under the edge of your underwear, the cool air suddenly very present against your overheated skin.

His next words are as sharp as a knife. "Don't. Fall. In love."

You huff in surprise, a small laugh slipping out. "Don't worry," you rasp, your heart pounding in your ears. "Not a chance."

His smirk is all sharp edges and cocky confidence. "Good."

His fingers slide lower, right between your legs. This time, there’s no barrier. His touch is electric, sending shockwaves through your core.

You gasp, your hips arching up instinctively in shameless need. His fingers press deeper, finding a delicious rhythm that has you breathless.

His voice is rough, dark, and impossibly deep. "God, you’re so wet."

You can feel him through his sweatpants, rock hard and huge against your inner thigh. "Shut up."

He laughs, a low, guttural sound that sends goosebumps dancing across your skin. But the sound is quick to die on a strangled moan as your hand reaches down, palming him through the thin fabric. He’s huge, rock hard, and you can feel the heat of him through your grip.

His hands stilled for a moment, his jaw clenching. This time, he’s the one to gasp, surprise flashing across his face. His eyes meet yours, dark and heated, the edge of control slipping.

"You little bitch," he growls, a rough edge to his voice. It’s a curse and a compliment.

His fingers move again, faster now, more insistent, pushing you towards the brink with ruthless precision. You’re writhing , your nails digging into the corded muscles of his back. God, you hate how good he is at this.

"God, I hate you so much," you hiss between panting breaths.

His smirk is infuriating, even in this state. “I know, me too."

You're balancing on the edge, so close to the abyss. And he can sense it, because suddenly his fingers withdraw, leaving you teetering on the brink. You whine in protest, hips involuntarily bucking up, chasing his touch.

"Son of the bitch," you gasp, hands fisting in his hair.

He just grins, that smug, infuriating grin. “What, you wanted more baby?"

He pull down his sweatpants. You've seen everything, but seeing him like this, hard and thick and straining, sends a wave of pure, unadulterated desire through you. You can’t help but spread your thighs further, your legs falling to either side.

He leans forward, one arm wrapping around your waist, hoisting you up against him. There’s a pause, a beat of anticipation, where nothing happens except the two of you panting against one another. And then, he positions himself against your entrance, the tip teasingly circling around.

"Just put in." You rasp, your nails raking along his back in a way that's almost punishment.

His forehead rests against yours, his chest rising and falling heavily. "Shut up." he grits out. "God, just stop talking."

He slides into you, slow, steady, and unrelenting. You cry out, your eyes rolling back. It’s too much, too much, the feeling of being stretched completely, yet needing so much more.

You’re clawing at his back, his shoulders, probably leaving marks. He’s breathing heavily, his grip on your hip bruisingly tight. Slowly, almost torturously, he begins to move, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in.

You grip his hair, fingers tangled in the soft locks. "Fuck.."

His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he sets a punishing pace. Each thrust is deep and powerful, hitting that spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes. You're writhing, moaning, desperately trying to keep up.

His mouth finds your neck, his teeth grazing the skin there before his lips find your ear.

“You feel good like this,” he murmured, the low growl echoing in your ear. “So good.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, but you resist the urge to melt. You pull his hair roughly, forcing him to look at you.

His dark eyes meet yours, almost defiant. Then he suddenly snaps his hips forward, hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your vision swim. His cocky smirk grows wider as you cry out, your grip on his hair turning almost painful.

You try to glare, your brain too fuzzy to form a sharp retort. His hands slides down your hips, shifting your angle just enough to make you see stars.

"I hate you." you manage, your voice breathy. "Oh god, I hate you."

His pace falutes, just for a split second, before he picks it up again, harder, faster. "I know," he rasps, but there's something in his voice, an edge of vulnerability, buried deep beneath the roughness.

His hands slide behind your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling you even closer, deeper. Your gasps and moans fill the air, each one a sound of pure, primal need.

He captures your cries with his mouth, swallowing them down as his tongue slides against yours. It's messy, messy and rough, but it's the perfect kind of messy. The sounds are muffled, but the slick, wet sounds still echo in the otherwise quiet room.

His hands are in your hair, his mouth on yours, and everything is just heat and sensation and nothing else. Your legs tighten around him, pulling him deeper. The sound he makes against your mouth is a strangled moan, something primal and guttural. He shifts again, hitting that spot deep inside you that makes you see white.

You pull away from his mouth, gasping for air. “Oh my god,” you pant, nails digging into his back.

His hips snap harder, the slick sound filling the room. “Jesus,” he grit out, his voice hoarse.

His hands slide down, grabbing your ass and lifting you higher.

The change in angle is maddening. You arch your back, chasing the heat that's building low in your stomach. "Don’t stop," you manage, the words more of a plea than a command.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, keeping you right where he wants you. "Not stopping," he promises, voice thick with effort. "Rub your clit."

One of your hands flies down, between your legs, finding your clit. You're so soaked that it's a easy slide, your fingers finding a rhythm that matches his pace. A moan tears from your throat, loud and needy.

He swears, his pace growing more frenzied. You can feel him getting close, his muscles tensing under your hands. "Fuck," he growls out.

You’re both teetering on the edge now, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping skin. You're so close, just teetering at the brink.

Your fingers move faster, fingers circling your clit with increasing pressure. "I can’t,” you gasp. "Oh god, I’m so close."

He's cursing under his breath, his thrusts getting rougher, more relentless. His fingers dig into your thighs, certain to leave marks.

He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "Fuck, me too," he whispers.

The combination of his raspy voice and the sudden intensity of your fingers is enough to send you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, intense and blinding. You cry out, legs trembling around him.

He can feel you clenching around him, and it’s almost too much. He lets out a strangled grunt, his hips stuttering. He pulls out just in time, and stroking himself.

His come shoots onto your stomach, marking you in a way that feels more obscene than it should. For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing. You lie there, bodies still tangled together, minds clouded with the haze of satisfaction.

The silence stretches on, thick and thick and charged. Slowly, reluctantly, Jungkook slides out of you, rolling onto his back next to you.

Neither of you speaks for a moment. The weight of what just happened hangs in the air, heavy and charged.

Finally, you break the silence, your voice somehow steady despite everything. “One time thing, right?”

Jungkook's voice is even huskier than usual, rough with unspoken tension. "Yeah." he says gruffly. "One time thing."

An odd sort of disappointment washes over you, but you quickly push it aside. It's just physical, you remind yourself. Nothing more.

You sit up, gathering your clothes with jerky movements. You're acutely aware of his gaze on you as you redress. "I’m using the shower,” you mutter, not looking at him.

"Go ahead," he murmurs, his eyes still locked on you.

You practically scramble off the bed, grabbing your toiletries from your bag. You make a beeline for the bathroom, eager for the refuge it provides. The sound of water cuts off the rest of the outside world as you step under the shower, the cold spray doing little to cool the residual heat still buzzing in your veins.

You make quick work of washing off the evidence of what just happened between you.

Under the safety of the water, you allow yourself one brief moment to reflect on what just happened. The way he touched you, the sound of those strangled grunts, the sharp cut of his jaw as he lost himself in pleasure.

You shake your head, forcing your mind away from those thoughts and focusing on the soap sliding down your skin. You have more important things to worry about, like keeping your job and the very real animosity between you and Jungkook. Whatever just happened can't happen again.

You take your time in the shower, using every ounce of willpower you have to push the thoughts away. When you finally step out, wrapping a towel around your body, you can't help but steal a glance in the foggy mirror. You look like a mess, hair wet and unruly, but the flush across your cheeks gives you a deliciously debauched appearance.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself before opening the door.

The room is silent as you step out, and for a second you think Jungkook might be asleep. But when your eyes adjust to the dim light, you can see him sitting on the edge of the bed, still shirtless and looking infuriatingly composed for someone who'd just been a mess moments before. His eyes meet yours in the faint light, and the intensity in his gaze makes your chest tighten.

He says nothing, simply watching you cross the room and grab your phone from the bedside table. Feeling his eyes on your back is like a physical thing, your skin prickling with awareness. You can practically feel the tension between you crackling in the air.

You pull on a fresh set of clothing, your movements jerky and tense. Finally, when you're dressed, you turn around to face him.

He's still sitting on the edge of the bed, arms braced on his thighs. His eyes rake over you, taking in your every move.

“I'm taking the bed,” you announce, trying to sound as firm as possible but softer.

“Okay, go head." He murmured.

Your eyes widen in surprise. You were expecting him to put up more of a fight, not to agree so easily.

"You're giving up the bed?" you ask, skepticism lacing your voice.

Jungkook huffs out a humourless laugh. "You think I want to share a bed with you after what we just did?" His jaw tightens, eyes locking onto yours. “I'm taking the floor." With that, he stands up, pulling a blanket off the edge of the bed and tossing it onto the carpet.

You watch him grab a small pillow from the bed and drop onto the floor with little ceremony. He lays on his side, back facing you, and pulls the blanket up around his broad shoulders.

For a moment, you stand there awkwardly, watching the rise and fall of his body as his breaths slow. He's really going to sleep on the floor.

You feel another sharp pang of disappointment, but you quickly shove it down. This is what you want, right? Distance between you. No more weird moments like this.

Without another word, you switch off the lamp and crawl into bed. The room is suddenly very dark. You lie there in silence for a while, listening to Jungkook's breathing. It's steady, deep. He's asleep.

You roll onto your side, facing the opposite direction. The mattress is soft and comfortable, yet sleep eludes you. Your mind is a whirlwind of images and sensations, memories of the night replaying in your head.

The air conditioner clicks on, the whirring filling the silence. Your eyes dart to Jungkook's form on the floor. He hasn't moved since you turned off the light, but you can tell from his breathing that he's still awake.

The tension in the room is palpable, making the air stifling. Finally, you break the silence, your voice a quiet break in the otherwise still atmosphere.

"You're still awake."

Jungkook's voice comes back, muffled and rough. "Can't sleep."

"Neither can I," you confess.

The silence stretches on for a moment before he speaks again. "You're thinking about it too, aren't you?" he asks, his tone unreadable.

You inhale deeply. "Thinking about what?" you ask, though you know damn well what he means.

"Don't play dumb." His voice is low, gravelly. “You know what I'm talking about”

You swallow, feeling caught red handed. What would be the point of lying? You're in this too deep already.

"Yes," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about it."

The confession hangs heavy in the air, echoing loudly in the silence. Jungkook's response comes a beat later, his voice low and rasp.

"Me too."

His admission makes your heart thump faster somehow. You lick your lips, feeling the urge to fill the silence, the need to ask the question that's plaguing your mind.

"Why?" the question slips from your lips before you can stop yourself. "Why did we do that? Why did we... lose control like that?"

Jungkook's answer takes even longer than the last time.

"Because it felt good." His voice is huskier than usual, a shiver running down your spine. "Because we needed a release in a way that we're too stubborn to admit."

The truth hits you like a ton of bricks. He's right. It wasn't just about lust; it was about a deeper need. A need for connection in a world that thrived on competition. You let out a shaky breath.

"We can't let this happen again." you whisper, more to yourself than to him. "We shouldn't have done it even once."

He lets out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, but we did."

You can’t argue with that.

You take a moment to gather the courage to ask the question that's been on your mind since the moment this started. "Do you regret it?"

His response is immediate. "No."

His honesty catches you off guard. You weren't expecting him to openly admit it.

"Why not?" you can't help but ask.

"Because it was good," he says simply, like that’s explanation enough. You can practically hear the shrug in his voice. "It was better than good, actually."

You swallow hard, feeling heat pool in your core at the thought of it. You can still feel the ghost of his hands on your skin, hear the echoes of his moans in your ears. You're about to respond when he suddenly speaks up again.

"You?" he asks, his voice quiet in the dark.

The answer is on the tip of your tongue, but your pride refuses to let it out. He doesn't deserve to know how good it felt, how much you wanted it to happen again. Not after the way you've both treated each other.

You settle for a dismissive. "I don't regret it, but it can't happen again."

"Right." There's an edge to his voice, a sharpness that betrays his apparent nonchalance. "This was a one-time thing."

You nod even though he can't see it in the dark. "Yeah. One time thing."

next morning.

You wake up to the sound of the shower running. Your eyes flutter open, the events of last night rushing back. You sit up slowly, rubbing sleep from your eyes. It feels so surreal like a fevered dream.

The sound of the shower suddenly stops, making your stomach clench anxiously. And then, Jungkook steps out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, droplets of water running down his chest. You blink, trying to process the sight in front of you.

He stops short when he sees you awake, his eyes going wide briefly before he collects himself. "Oh, you're up."

His voice is casual, but his gaze lingers on you, taking in your rumpled appearance. It makes you uncomfortably aware of your disheveled hair and creased clothing.

"Yeah," you manage. "Just woke up. "

He walks over to the small kitchenette, opening the mini fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. The towel rides dangerously low, and the sight of his bare chest, still damp from his shower, makes your mouth dry. He gulps down the water with a few swallows, his throat working tantalisingly.

Jungkook leans against the countertop. The towel stretches over his thighs, leaving very little left to the imagination. He watches you for a second before speaking again.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks, his voice neutral.

His casual tone grates on your nerves. Here he is, looking like that, acting like last night never happed.

You force yourself to swallow your annoyance and respond evenly. "Yeah, surprisingly. You?"

Jungkook shrugs, reaching up to run a hand through his wet hair. The move makes his arm muscles flex, and your eyes can't seem to look away.

"I hardly got any sleep,” he grumbles, his eyes darkening as they dart down your body before snapping back up. "There wasn't enough space on the floor to stretch out.”

You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry,” you reply, sarcasm unmistakable in your voice. "Was the floor uncomfortable?"

Jungkook's lips twitch as if fighting a smirk. "Extremely," he deadpans.

Your eyes narrow at his response, and you can't hold back your reply.

"Yeah?" you challenge. "You know what's also extremely uncomfortable?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Enlighten me."

You smirk, crossing your arms. "Sleeping next to a self-absorbed, obnoxious man who snores like a chainsaw.”

He lets out a snort of disbelief.

after the presentation.

The meeting room is buzzing with tension as the presentation comes to a close. The sound of scattered applause fills the air. You can feel Jungkook sitting beside you, his presence like a physical entity in the room. You studiously focus on packing up your things, avoiding any eye contact.

He leans over in his chair, his shoulder brushing against yours. His warm breath ghosts your ear as he speaks. "We did good today."

Your breath catches in your throat, the closeness making your heart beat faster. You keep your gaze focused on the documents in front of you, trying to sound nonchalant. "Yeah, we did." He's so close you can almost feel the heat radiating off him. It's making it hard to concentrate.

"You handled yourself well in there." His voice is low, deep. You can practically feel the smirk in his tone. "I was impressed."

Your chest tightens with unwanted pride at his words. It's a struggle to keep your expression neutral, but somehow you manage it. "Is that a compliment, Jungkook?" you ask dryly. "I'm touched."

You hear his smirk now. "Don't get used to it." His shoulder bumps against yours, a reminder of their close proximity. He leans a little closer, his voice dropping even lower. "But you did good.”

You finally lift your head to meet his eyes. He's staring at you with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. His gaze flicks down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. The air between you crackles with tension.

"Maybe one more time?" he whispered.

You know what he's suggesting, and the thought both thrills and terrifiyes you. But you can't let him see that.

"You wish,” you reply, forcing a scoff.

His lips curl into a knowing smile. "Oh, I do." He leaned even closer, his shoulder pressing against yours. "And so do you."

Your heart is pounding now. His closeness is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself slipping into dangerous territory.

"I absolutely, definitely don't,” you insist, but your voice comes out a whisper. "We already agreed that last night was a one-time thing.”

He just smiles, a smug, confident smile. His hand reaches up, brushes a strand of hair away from your cheek. "Agreement or not, one night wasn't enough."

Your breath hitches at the contact, his touch sending shivers down your spine. But you force yourself to keep your cool. "It doesn't matter," you insist. "I still hate you."

"I know, me too.” His fingers slide down to your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

Your heart is racing. His thumb traces your bottom lip, a feather-light touch that sends tingles down your spine.

"This is a mistake,” you manage to say.

His thumb brushes back and forth across your lip. "The biggest mistake." His eyes are locked on your mouth.

Your heart is hammering in your chest now. The attraction between you is undeniable, palpable. It's like an electric current, hot and dangerous. His thumb stills just outside the edge of your mouth, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lean into it.

"This can't happen again,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

His hand slips down to your waist, his grip firm. His face is so close to yours now. "We're already screwed.”

With those words, he lunges forward, crashing his lips into yours. The kiss is needy, desperate, full of all the tension that’s been building up between you.

You should push him away, but you don’t. Instead, you find yourself kissing him back with just as much intensity.

"We should go." you whispered.

Jungkook breaks off the kiss with a wicked smirk. "In a minute." He stands up, pulling you up with him. His hands are on your hips, guiding you backwards.

You stumble a bit, falling against the wall with a soft gasp. His body presses into yours, trapping you. His mouth finds the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving heated kisses there. His hands slide lower, gripping your ass possessively. You gasp, your hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders.

"Just one more time," he muttered against your neck. "That's all we need."

His hands are everywhere, possessive and greedy. His mouth still on your neck, trailing hot kisses down to your collarbone. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks on his skin. The roughness of his hands against your skin is driving you crazy.

"This is a bad idea," you breathe out, even though your hands are raking through his hair, holding him against you.

He grinds his hips into yours, his hardness pressing against your thigh. "Terrible." You gasp, your head hitting the wall behind you as he grinds up again.

His lips find your ear, his breathing heavy and uneven. "The worst." His hands slide down your waist, fingers hooking into the waistband of your skirt.

He hooks one of your legs around his waist, grinding against you again. You moan, the friction driving you wild. He captures your lips in a brutal kiss, swallowing your moans. It’s greedy, possessive, and hungry.

back to hotel room.

The moment the door slams shut, Jungkook’s hands are on you again. He picks you up easily, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs. You yelp in surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pins you against the door.

His mouth finds your neck, biting and sucking as he holds you up. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. Your skirt is hiked up around your waist, lace underwear exposed. You can feel him twitching through his pants, his need obvious and relentless.

His mouth finds your ear, hot and rough.

One hand wraps around your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. You can feel him leaving marks, claiming you.

"One. More. Time." he growled, his voice dark and guttural.

"One more time," you pant, fingernails digging into his back. "Just one."

His grip on you tightens, fingers digging into your flesh. "One more time." he repeated, his voice rasp. "When we get back from this hotel, I'll still hate you."

His hands slide down to your waist, fingers digging into your hips. He grinds himself against you, making you moan. Your head falls back against the door.

"The moment we set foot in the company, we go back to being enemies." he murmured.

You nod frantically. “Agreed.”

His mouth finds yours again, his tongue sliding against yours, rough and hungry. He walks you over to the bed, dropping you onto it.

You bounce a little on the mattress, and he’s on top of you instantly. You’re pinned under him, his weight heavy and possessive. He yanks off his dress shirt, buttons flying everywhere. His hands find the hem of your blouse and tug it up, throwing it across the room.

His eyes rake over your body hungrily. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, the only clothing left on you is your bra.

You reach up for his pants, undoing the belt in a flurry. He helps you, pulling them off with his underwear.

He’s hard, straining against his abdomen. Your hands reach for him, wrapping around the base of his cock. He hisses at your touch, his hips bucking forward automatically.

"Fuck, I need to be inside you.” He grunts.

You nod desperately. “Then do it.”

His hands push your legs apart, and he positions himself at your entrance. He slides into you in one swift thrust. Both of you moan loudly, the sudden sensation overwhelming. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust before he starts moving, his hips snapping forward in a brutal pace.

It’s rough, uncoordinated, a frenzied blur of motion and sensation. Your nails dig into his back, nails raking down his skin, leaving marks behind. Every thrust deep.

He leans down, his mouth finding your neck. “This isn’t supposed to feel this good.” he growled. “You’re not supposed to feel this good.”

“Shut up.” you gasp, your nails clawing at his shoulders. “Just shut up and keep going."

His hands slide down your thighs until he’s lifting your legs, hooking them over his shoulders, letting him go even deeper.

You cry out, the angle hitting a whole new spot, sending sparks through your entire body. The feeling is too much, and too little all at once.

He’s so deep, filling you completely.

“Look at me baby.” he murmured, his voice uneven. "I need to see you."

Your half-lidded eyes open, meeting his gaze. His eyes are intense, his jaw clenched as he holds your gaze. He looks wrecked, but he’s staring at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

"There you go my beautiful girl." he murmured.

Your heart aches at the words, but you push the feeling away. This isn’t about emotions, or feelings. This is just release and nothing else.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours, his thrusts steady and relentless. He’s reaching so deep that your vision is starting to blur at the edges. This isn't just physical anymore; it feels like he's reaching into your soul.

The intensity of his gaze is too much, too overwhelming. Your fingers reach up to touch his face, gently cupping his cheek. It's a small gesture, but it feels so intimate, so vulnerable.

His eyes close at your touch, something flashes across his face that you can’t quite define, something soft. He turns his head, pressing a kiss against your palm.

Despite the roughness of his grip on your thigh, the kiss is gentle, almost tender. It makes your heart stutter in your chest, a feeling you didn’t expect to feel. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him where he is.

"Jungkook…” your voice is barely above a whisper, a small plea.

“Don’t say a word, don’t break this moment." he murmured, his voice low and rough.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you could only nod in response.

His hands move, one gripping your hip, the other finding your hand resting on his cheek, lacing your fingers together. He keeps his eyes closed, pressing another kiss to the palm of your hand.

He starts moving again, not as frantic, but still deep and powerful. It’s like he’s trying to prolong this moment, make it last forever.

“Look at me,” you whisper, your fingers tightening around his hand. “Please.”

He opens his eyes, meeting your gaze. The intensity is there, but there’s something else, something softer, almost vulnerable.

He doesn’t look away, doesn’t break the moment or the eye contact. His hips keep moving, slow and deep. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, a simple gesture that’s somehow more intimate than anything else.

You feel dizzy, almost like you’re falling. You reach up with your free hand, your fingers tracing the lines of his face, his brows, the slope of his nose. His breath hitch’s at your touch, his eyes not leaving yours for a split second.

The room disappears, the world fades away until it’s just the two of you in the quiet space. Your touch is light, almost reverent, tracing over his features, his jaw, the curve of his lips. He keeps going, the movement soft and tender, nothing like the roughness from before.

He brings your entwined hands to his chest, pressing them over his heart. His heart is beating wildly under your fingers.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. You didn’t expect this, this vulnerability, this connection. It’s too much, too much. You pull your hand away from his, placing it against your own heart. Your heart is beating just as wildly under his palm.

His fingers flex against your skin, as if trying to press even closer.

"Feel that?" you whispered, your voice catching.

His fingers splayed open on your chest, feeling the rapid thump of your heart. He doesn’t speak, just nods, his eyes still locked on yours.

His hips continue their slow pace, an aching, delicious drag that sends shivers down your spine. He leans down, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot against your lips.

Your noses brush, your noses bumping together. He inhales deeply, his breath shuddering as he does. You can practically feel the weight of words on his tongue, like there’s something he wants to say.

His lips are hovering over yours, so close yet so far away. You’re caught between pulling back and closing the distance.

Neither one of you moves, the moment hanging in the air, charged and electric. He’s still buried deep inside you, still grinding against that spot that makes you see stars.

His breathing is uneven, his chest rising and falling against yours with every gulp of air. You can feel the tension in his body, the restraint.

"Jungkook." You murmur, your voice small in the silence.

His eyes flick to yours, dark and intense. “Yeah?”

You wet your lips, searching for the right words.

Your fingers slide up over his shoulders to the back of his neck, pulling his face even closer until his lips are a breath away from yours.

"What are we doing?" you whispered, the question hanging in the air.

His chest expands against yours, his fingers tightening around you. “I don’t know,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse.

“It feels…” you trail off, trying to find the right words.

He filled in the silence. “Real, somehow.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “This feels real.”

“It can’t be real,” you whispered, your fingers tangling more tightly into his hair.

His grip on you tightened, his hand pressing you closer until there wasn’t even a sliver of space between you.

“It’s not real.” he repeated, sounding like he’s trying to convince himself more than you.

“It’s just physical.” you insisted, your leg hooking around his waist to draw him deeper. The moan that slipped from his lips sent a jolt straight down your spine.

He pressed his forehead into the crook of your neck, his hand sliding down to your hip. “It’s just physical.” he murmured, his other hand sliding into your hair.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, the feeling of him filling every inch of you overwhelming. Your bodies were pressed so close together that you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.

His hand pressed against the small of your back, holding you tightly against him. His breath was hot against your neck, his heart pounding against your chest.

He pushed into you harder, his hips snapping forward. “Just physical, right?” he rasped.

Your head fell back against the pillow, a gasp escaping from your lips. He shifted slightly, adjusting the angle, and the feeling made you see stars. You felt filled, stretched and full in a way that left you feeling breathless.

His mouth was at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “This means nothing.” he murmured, his voice rough and low.

You arched your back, the feeling of him inside you driving you wild. “Nothing.” you agreed, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

Your fingers dug into the flesh of his back, your fingernails leaving marks on his skin. He moaned against your neck, his hips meeting your every move.

His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could claim your lips in a bruising kiss. It was messy, all teeth and tongues, but oh so good. Your moaned against his mouth, your hands sliding up to cup his face.

He swallowed your moans, his tongue tangling with yours in a frenzied dance. Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper inside. He moaned into your mouth, the sound turning into a guttural growl against your lips.

He moved faster, his movements growing rougher, more desperate. It was almost too much, the intensity building and building until it was ready to snap.

“Tell me this means nothing.” he breathed huskily, his voice rough and hoarse.

“It means nothing.” you gasped out, your voice coming out as a broken whimper.

His mouth was back on yours, his kisses becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. You moaned his name, your fingers scraping down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

“It means absolutely nothing.” he repeated, his grip on your hips tightening.

Your hands tangled deeper into his hair, pulling his mouth harder against yours. “Nothing,” you moaned, "I am fucking so close."

You could feel him twitching inside you, his movements becoming more erratic. You were both so close, teetering on the brink.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. His gaze was intense, his eyes dark and heated, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breaths.

“You close?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

You groaned, your nails digging into his back. "So close," you panted, your body trembling with anticipation.

He moaned, his hips snapping forward, rougher and faster. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“Me too,” he managed to grit out, the words coming out through clenched teeth.

You could feel the tension building, the pressure growing tighter and tighter. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, trying to hold on for just a little bit longer.

His movements were getting sloppy, his grip on you tightening. His fingers gripped your hip hard enough to leave a bruise, his movements rough and desperate.

“Together,” he grunted, his voice low and raspy. The word sent shivers down your spine. "Let me come inside you."

You moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you teetered on the edge.

“God, please,” you pleaded, your voice a strangled whine.

His rhythm became erratic, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“You ready?” he asked through clenched teeth. You moaned in response, nodding eagerly.

His hips started to stutter, his movements becoming jerky. "Fuck." he groaned.

You clenched around him, your walls fluttering around his length. The feeling was so intense, you thought you might black out.

One final, relentless thrust, and suddenly he was coming undone. He buried his face into your shoulder, his voice a low strangled growl.

You reached the edge a second after him, your body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over you. You rode out your orgasm, both of you gasping for breath and trembling with each other.

He collapsed onto you, his body heavy and boneless. His face remained buried in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You clung to him, still reeling from the intensity of it all.

After a moment, he lifted his head, his eyes searching your face. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of intensity and something else.

His fingers brushed away the sweaty hair sticking to your forehead. “It didn’t feel like nothing.” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

Your heart skipped a beat at the words, your body still humming from the aftermath.

“I know.” you whisperd, your hands sliding up to cradle his face. You drew him close and locked your lips together for a brief kiss. You couldn’t stop yourself.

He moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up your back to clutch your shoulders. His lips were soft and insistent against yours, and you couldn’t help but melt into the kiss.

His tongue slides into your mouth, and his hands slide up to cup your face. He took control of the kiss, his tongue dancing against yours, demanding and possessive. You surrender to his touch, your hands gripping his shoulders to keep yourself anchored.

When the need for air became too much to ignore, he pulled away, gasping. His forehead rested against yours, his breaths coming in short, harsh pants.

He brushed his thumb along your reddened, swollen lips, his eyes still locked on yours.

“We just broke all the rules,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “I know.”