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Again, no one said a word. Wondering if they truly didn’t care, or if they were just too shy to say anything, I laughed dryly.

“You can say no. It won’t hurt my feelings.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened only seconds before he and Taehyung shook their heads violently.

“No, no, no. It’s not that! Just, well-“ Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck shyly as he struggled to find the words.

“It’s probably best if you decide who you would rather mate with or not.” Namjoon jumped in, saving Jungkook the trouble. “That’s normally how these things work anyway. You should be informed of our courting and mating behaviors, so you’ll know exactly what you’re getting into.”

Finding that reasonable, I slowly nodded. “Alright. I’m listening.”

I folded my non-injured foot underneath me to show them I was settling in for the conversation to come. Once again, the silence in the room turned unbearably awkward as they tried to figure out where to begin. Knowing this conversation probably wouldn’t happen unless I got the ball rolling, I broke the ice.

“Let’s start with courting behaviors. The last thing I want to do is offend any of you in the event that you’re trying to court me and I’m oblivious. Because, I’ll be honest, I suck at human flirting, so I’m sure I won’t be any better when it comes to hybrids.”

“Alright, easy enough. For most of us, courting behaviors are pretty standard. Scenting, vocalizing, rubbing. Some of us may even just follow you around.” Namjoon clarified.

“Nipping too.” Jimin admitted shyly, rubbing one of the ears on his head. “I have an urge to nip sometimes.”

“Me too.” Taehyung seconded.

“Like Namjoon said, pretty standard. I’d say you already know what that is like to a degree. Jin’s practically been courting you since you arrived.” Yoongi huffed, casting a lazy look in the bear’s direction.

Jin spluttered at that. Shooting off the bed as he tried to defend himself.

“I- That’s not- It wasn’t my intention! I swear!”

His cheeks were bright red, eyes unable to meet mine as he desperately tried to disprove Yoongi’s claim.

“Sure.” Yoongi drawled, smirk curling the edges of his lips in amusement.

“Jin. Jin.” I called to him. “It’s okay. Even if you were, I’m not bothered.”

I glared at Yoongi while trying to calm him down. “Teasing him about that isn’t nice.”

Yoongi lifted an eyebrow. “No one said I’m meant to be nice. You’re the one who said you can’t tell when someone’s coming onto you. I’m just helping you out.”

“At Jin’s expense.” I said derisively. “At least I know I can get along with him. I’m not sure I can say the same for you.”

“You don’t have to like me. All we’re doing is fucking. But maybe you couldn’t handle that either.”

“Excuse me?” I prickled at the jab.

The tension in the room was spiking. The rest of the group, shifting nervously as they observed Yoongi and me.

“Maybe you need someone to take it a little softer with. I might be a bit much for your tastes.”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

“No. I’m not sure you know either in this situation.” He spat.

His steps were confident as he approached me. The hard set of his eyes an indication of just how dangerous he could be. And here I was provoking him. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my neck, barely squeezing as he pulled me nose to nose with him.

“I’m not gentle. I’m not nice. We’re not lovers. When I get my hands on you it’ll be with one goal and one goal only. Breeding you. And I’ll take you however many times I need to and however many ways I can get you to achieve that goal. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone sweetheart? My personal average is about four rounds every hour. Think you could last at that rate for three or four days?”

I cursed the part of me that practically melted under his hold. Something about him demanded submission and while I wasn’t usually the type to succumb to anyone, I found myself wilting under his dominance.

“Yoongi.” Namjoon growled. “We’re supposed to be enlightening her, not scaring her.”

The dark chuckle that Yoongi let out shot tingles down my spine to my toes. His hand tightening ever so slightly, but garnering the reaction he wanted out of me, nonetheless. I was turned on. And he knew it.

“Does it smell like she’s scared to you, Joon? I think she’s rather excited by the idea.”

God, how badly I wished I could wipe that smirk off his face. A part of me wanted to fight him and preserve what dignity I had remaining. But another, perhaps larger part of me, wanted to fight him simply to have him prove his claims. Act up just so he’d put me in my place. So, I glared. Hoping my look was enough to convey my distaste of him in this moment. That any will he intended to bend in his favor from me would be met with disobedience. His tail flicked wildly behind him, eyes lighting up as I dared to confront him head on.

“Mmm.” He chuffed. “Maybe you do have more animal instinct in you than I initially thought.”

All at once he backed off. That damn smirk still in place even as Namjoon stepped forward.

“Y/N, he’s not entirely wrong. Some of our mating rituals can be… intense. You should be fully aware of what they entail before you make your choice.” He sighed. “For me, mating is very similar to Yoongi. It’ll last three or four days and I’ll want to mate four or five times every hour.”

“Mine’s probably one of the less strenuous rituals. It’ll still last a few days, but I won’t demand more out of you than what you can handle in that time.”

When I turned to Hoseok he was already looking at me. Almost as if he were trying to figure out exactly how I was processing what I’m being told. I nodded, letting him know I heard him. As overwhelming as this information was, I was glad they were being so forthcoming with it. Namjoon was right when he said it would be easier to understand and cope if I knew what to expect. Taehyung cleared his throat, waiting for my eyes to be drawn to him before continuing.

“Mine’s a little longer. Almost a week and… well… the best way I can put it, I guess is that I won’t stop?”

“You won’t stop? What exactly does that mean?”

“I mean that I have a quick rebound time. My instincts will drive me to mount you again and again unless you tell me not to.”

I didn’t find myself as one to easily fluster, but Taehyung did it. My cheeks lighting up red.

“G-good to know.”

I dragged my eyes from Taehyung to Jungkook.

“Pretty similar to Tae.”

“Mine lasts the longest.” Jin sighed. “Ten days. And I tend to get territorial.”

Simultaneously, everyone’s gaze drifted to the last person. Jimin fidgeting with his fingers as he realized it was his turn. He bit his bottom lip, worrying the plump flesh as he tried to find words.

“Jimin hasn’t mated before. But it’s safe to bet that once he does, it’s for life. His species are relatively monogamous.” Yoongi ended the poor boy’s suffering by speaking on his behalf.

Jimin nodded to validate Yoongi’s words.

“But I don’t want that to worry you!” Jimin was quick to interject. “I’m just as capable of it as anyone else here.”

A soft huff as a laugh escaped me as I smiled at him. “Jimin, I can’t take that choice away from you.”

“You wouldn’t be. I’m sure.” He nodded resolutely.

The look on Yoongi’s face beside him was dubious at best. I didn’t have to read his thoughts to know how worried he was about him. But it was clear that Jimin thought I might look down on him for being inexperienced, even though that wasn’t the case at all. I wasn’t sure what I could possibly say in this moment to assuage his fears over the matter. It was hard to do so when there wasn’t much trust built between the two of us and we were still practically strangers. So, I did the best I could and trusted him at his word for now.

“Okay. As long as you’re sure.”

He was relieved at my acceptance. Ears lifting and tail wagging slightly as those big brown eyes turned on me. He was cute. Undeniably so. Any mate he chose would be lucky to have him.

“Thank you, for being honest with me. In my line of work, I can tell you it’s much appreciated. I’d like a day or so to think on it, if I could.”

“Of course. It’s not something we want to rush you into.”

“In the meantime, how’s your foot?” Taehyung asked, moving around Hoseok to be able to look at it.

“Oh! It’s good. Bandage is still in place.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Only if I bump it into things.”

He chuckled. “Then let’s not do that.”

“Right.” I trailed off, not real sure what else to say in front of them.

I had a lot of thinking to do. I’m sure them putting the decision on me was meant to make me feel more comfortable about the whole thing. They probably assumed I would choose whoever I would feel the most comfortable with. But I didn’t necessarily need comfort, I simply needed someone to get the job done and get us noticed so I could get everyone the hell out of here. In other words, at this point, I kind of wish they had made the decision for me. Normally I would never condone being told what to do without a little stubbornness in return, but I was driving blind in this. And I couldn’t afford to fuck anything up.

“Well, I was kind of hoping to wash up this morning. If, that’s… alright?”

Jin was the first on his feet and shouldering his way over to me.

“Of course! Let me help you.”

I didn’t miss the way Yoongi rolled his eyes but made room for him anyway. And as if I needed another reason to be on his bad side, Jimin perked up. Gorgeous smile turning his eyes to crescents as he waved his tail behind him in rapid swings.

“I might have an extra set of clothes you can borrow too!” He said excitedly before zipping out of the door.

Namjoon watched him leave, appearing just as puzzled as Yoongi. Clearly, Jimin’s behavior was unusual for him. That much was obvious just by watching them. Having learned a little bit more about each of them, I wondered if it had more to do with his animal counterpart than Jimin himself. After all, I hadn’t known him that long and even I was worried about him potentially tying himself down to me for rest of his life. Rather than repeating what happened with Hoseok this morning, I fully intended on wrapping an arm around Jin’s shoulders so he could help me hobble my way to the bathroom. But that evidently was not what Jin had in mind. He let me wrap my arm around him well enough, my fingers grasping onto the shoulder of his shirt, but before I could swing myself off the bed, he snuck his arm underneath me and lifted me off the bed.

The quick motion was unexpected, and I reached for him with my other hand to hold on tightly. My palm curling around the nape of his neck as I tucked myself closer to his chest in the hopes he wouldn’t drop me. Not that I thought he would. He didn’t seem fazed at all with my added weight in his embrace.

“Don’t look so put out. At least you have pants on this time.”

Hoseok burst out laughing at Yoongi’s comment while I whirled my head around to look at him with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

“Wait. What?” Namjoon looked between us, very confused. “When did you not have pants?”

“This morning when she woke up.”

“And how did you know that?” Taehyung questioned him.

For the first time since I’ve been here, I saw Yoongi flustered. And I had to admit, I liked it. Now it was my turn to snicker as Jin carried me towards the bathroom. I had half a mind to ask him to wait so I could see Yoongi fumble his way out of this one, but Jimin chose that moment to come back, pile of clothes in arm. Jin carefully set me on the edge of the bathtub, hands setting to work on my bandage.

“I’ll take this off for now, so it doesn’t get wet. We can always make Taehyung redo it later.”

“Thanks.”

Jimin mosied his way in while Jin worked on my foot. Setting aside the clothes he had brought on the counter next to the sink before turning to watch Jin work. His tail swished lazily, and I caught myself staring at it. The appendage was so fluffy and looked as soft as the ears on his head. Which were currently down and nearly obscured by his blonde hair in his shyness.

“Um…” He looked around, almost as if he were trying to find some other way to help. His ears perking up when he did. “You can use this stuff. It’s what I use.”

He picked up a couple of bottles, setting them next to me. It was a cheap brand of shampoo and body wash, but it was better than nothing.

“Thanks Jimin.”

“Want some help getting in?”

“Oh. Uh, I think I can handle it. Thank you for the offer though.”

His ears ducked again, making me hesitate on my refusal. The puppy eyes rendering me weak even though I knew I wasn’t about to let him help me undress and get into the bath.

“But if you have a towel I could use, I’d appreciate it.”

Jimin was on it. Delighted to have been given a task just for him. I looked at Jin as he set my foot down, small smile lifting his lips as he watched Jimin hunt for a clean towel.

“He’s trying. He’s never had to take care of someone before beyond us, so it’ll take some getting used to.”

“He’s cute.” I admitted.

“Yeah he is.” Jin chuckled, rolling the bandage up to put away for now. “Listen, I hope what got brought up today doesn’t scare you. Even though mating is an intense event for everyone involved, you should know that no one here would ever intentionally hurt you. I think we’re all more than grateful already that you’re willing to do this for us.”

“Well, I can’t exactly take credit for that. I mean, I am stuck down here too.”

“You are, but I can tell that you care. Because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have put yourself in a position to be here in the first place.”

Jin’s expression was one of fondness. The same look I’d seen on him when he observed his packmates or even when he was watching Jimin just a few seconds ago. But now he was looking at me. And I found myself wondering if maybe Yoongi’s statement from earlier about Jin courting me wasn’t too far off.

“Here you go!”

Jimin’s happy exclamation broke our stare. I blinked up at the towel he held out for me, taking it gratefully.

“Thank you.”

His tail wagged fervently, proud to have been able to help before Jin laid his hands on his shoulders, steering him towards the exit.

“Just knock if you need anything. One of us will hear.” He told me on his way out the door.

And for the first time since acquiring this new information, I was left alone to stew on it.

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The blaring sun burned against your skin, your patience running thin the longer you waited outside. A key was being jammed into the doorknob with no luck to actually get it to function. You were tired, hot, and hungry—never a good mix when it came to your mood. Your feet hurt from the kitten heels you wore and the black handle of your suitcase was getting hot with the summer heat.

“Hurry up,” you whined, a manicured hand with long pink nails waving in an attempt to fan yourself. Only seconds later the click of the lock was heard and the door was opening. You and the person in front of you groaned in relief and you were trudging inside the large house you’d be spending your summer at.

“My dad’s not home so we’ve got the place to ourselves for a couple hours, what should we do?” Your friend, Jieun, asked once the two of you made it to the stairs to take your things to her room. You gave a shrug in response, “I don’t know, I’m hot, I can’t think.”

“Oh, so you think you’re hot?” She joked with you knowing that was not at all what you meant but you winked at her anyway. Your gum smacked with each chew as you looked around her bedroom that looked fit for a teen which made sense since she’s been rooming with you in the dorms for the last two years.

“I thought you didn’t like your daddy,” you were teasing but also serious when you sat on her bed, skirt shifting to show more thigh. Jieun just sighed, opening her drawers to pull out a bikini, “It’s complicated. The divorce with my mom was ugly and it was only three years ago. I was a teen so I held a lot of resentment toward him and her.”

“Wasn’t she the one who cheated?” You asked curiously as she passed you your smaller bag for you to fish out a bikini. Jieun nodded, “Yeah, I know but my dad was always busy. Always gone for work and I don’t know, 17 year old me wished he was around more so she wouldn’t feel so lonely.”

You let the subject go in order to change out of your clothes that had been way too hot for the heat and into something way too small. A hot pink bikini with small triangles covering your breasts and a small pair of bottoms with silver links to hold it together. Jieun directed you outside and she went to get drinks and snacks for you two before joining you. You managed to pull a heart shaped floaty toward you and laid inside of it with your legs hanging out the side and a cherry coke in your hand.

“Is your dad hot?” You asked looking over your sunglasses as they hung low on your nose bridge. Jieun rolled her eyes as you passed her the donut floaty.

“Don’t ask me,” Jieun said as she finally made it on, “And leave my dad alone, the old men you like are sad.”

“Whatever, I was just asking,” you laughed, “And I’ll have you know I prefer them younger.”

She just rolled her eyes moving next to you and the two of you floated in the pool for a good while before dropping yourselves into the cold water. You played only one round of mermaids until you swear you died and came back to life.

At the sliding door stood a man, a very attractive older man dressed in a forest green matching shirt and shorts that could pass as pajamas. His shirt was slightly transparent but unfortunately you couldn’t see much. He slid the glass door open coming out with a pair of black sunglasses that he pushed up to his hair. Jieun turned to look at what you’d been staring at and she waved a hand, “Hey.”

The man’s eyes swept back to you, “Hey.” Jieun swam to the edge of the pool pulling herself up with absolutely no grace and pointed to you, “This is my roommate Y/n, she’s staying with us this summer.”

“Oh really?” He asked looking to her, “I don’t remember you telling me about this.”

She just shrugged, taking her towel and stretching one out for you to grab. You dragged yourself to the edge of the pool before placing your hands on the edge and pulling yourself up in one go. You didn’t notice the way Jieun’s dad watched the water cascade down your breasts to your stomach and thighs until you dragged yourself up. You took the towel from Jieun and dried yourself off looking back to him, “Hello Mr. Jeon, I’m Y/n, Jieun’s roommate for the past two years.”

You placed your hand in his as greeting and he gave it a firm shake, “Call me Jungkook, has Jieun gotten you set up in the guest room?”

The three of you went upstairs and for some reason you felt the need to walk with a sway in your steps knowing Jieun’s dad was behind you. You also knew you shouldn’t be doing that in just a towel and very skimpy bikini but you didn’t care. You knew in the back of your mind Jieun was one of your best friends and thinking her dad is hot should be weird. You also knew you were going to do what you want anyway and if that was planning a little game for the summer you were going to do it.

In truth, you were a very spoiled person. You came from money and your dad never thought twice about doing what you wanted so obviously you would be spoiled. You didn’t care about the consequences, you just did what you wanted because it was fun. It wasn’t going to be anything serious anyway and it’s only your first day staying here and you had to entertain yourself some way if Jieun wasn’t around.

“Thank you for letting me stay Mr. Jeon, I wouldn’t have had anywhere to go for the summer,” you said once it was just you and him after getting changed. He was bringing in blankets and pillows for you. He stopped to look at you, eyes threatening to trail down your body again but he forced himself to only look at your face, “It’s no problem, did your parents not let you stay with them?”

“They’re away for the summer,” you told him leaning against the back wall as he put the bed sheets on the bed you’d be sleeping on, “They didn’t want me in that big house all by myself for three months.”

“Maybe they don’t trust you,” he said with a small smile trying to make himself feel comfortable around his daughter’s friends. It is very hard to not think about the girl in his house that was so physically attractive it had him anxious. It just wasn’t a good idea to think about a girl his daughter’s age. You had no idea he had these thoughts, all you knew was that you were in the mood to talk, “They don’t, I’m not always the best behaved.”

“In my house, I hope you’ll behave,” he let the words slip before he could stop himself. They sounded more flirty than he meant them to when in reality he just hoped for no trouble with you. You weren’t making this easy when you tilted your head to the side and batted your lashes, “Keep a close eye on me and maybe I will.”

Jungkook seemed to freeze for a moment, his hand fixing the fitted sheet and using his sudden tension to stuff the fabric into the frame. It was silent and when Jieun came up looking at you, “I ordered pizza.”

“Yum,” you smiled cheerfully, “Are you joining us, Mr. Jeon?”

You stood at the doorway facing the stairs but turning your head back to look at him. He was already walking behind you and when you got to the stairs, his hand touched your back lightly. He stared forward, looking distant as he said, “I have to keep an eye on you, don’t I?” With that he looked to you quickly before looking ahead.

The first few days you barely had a chance to see him, you mostly hung out with Jieun and went out with friends. He was up early and got home late so you didn’t see him often. Tonight though, you’ve gotten lucky. Jieun has a date tonight with her boyfriend and she’d be staying the night at his house. Now you would be home alone until Jungkook came home and sometimes it’s not till late evening.

So you spent pretty much all day, after noon, by yourself trying to quench your boredom doing anything you could. Now you’re outside again tanning by the pool, or attempting to. The sun was already setting so there wasn’t much left and yet you remained outside.

“Jungkook, man, are you even listening right now?” A voice boomed through the speaker of his cellphone. He could barely make out the person’s voice as he held his phone away in a trance. His attention was elsewhere, somewhere he shouldn’t be focusing on, but he was.

It was hard not to stare at the view just on the other side of the sliding door. This time you were in yellow. A bright pastel that had a silver heart ring holding your top together at your breasts. From here he could see the belly button ring you had and you just looked… like sin. He was too lost to notice the way you pushed your glasses down to stare back at him. It wasn’t until you gave a little wave that he snapped out of it.

“Yes, I’m listening,” he muttered back to Taehyung as he went back to the kitchen to at least pretend like he wasn’t watching you. It was wrong, you were his daughter’s age but you just looked so damn good. And you know you’re attractive, you know that just one look and someone would squirm and currently that’s him. He has no business being 38 watching a girl who is barely 21 and thinking about the way your bottoms hugged your ass that he catches himself looking at from time to time.

His hand ruffled his hair in an attempt to shake the thought of you away, “But I should go, I’ve gotta start dinner.”

“Oh, but I wanted to know how it’s been having Jieun back? Does she come home for dinner everyday?” Jimin asked, still trying to keep a conversation going but then you came in. The tiniest denim shorts on with the button and fly open showing off your stomach and a small triangle of the yellow bottoms. You seemed to forget a shirt, sauntering into the kitchen in just the tiny bikini top and shorts, a pretty smile on your face, “You’re home, I was feeling lonely.”

His phone nearly slipped out of his hand.

Snap out of it, Jungkook, he’s reacting nervously around you and he shouldn’t.

“I’m about to start dinner,” was all he said to you before continuing his conversation with Jimin, “It’s been good but she’s not home today. She’s spending her night with Yoongi.”

You sat at the island leaning against the marble counter, pressing your chest into it and his eyes flickered to the way they seemed to bulge even more than usual. Oh God.

He could see small, hard buds through the fabric, “Jimin I’ve gotta go, I’m going to start cooking.” He needs a cold shower, like now.

“Or we can order,” You said once he was off the phone, “I’m sure you’ve had a long, hard… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Day?” the word came out in a stutter that had his neck heating up in embarrassment. Why was he getting flustered? He’s had very little interaction with a woman consistently, aside from the women at work and they were nothing like you. They wore gray pencil skirts and white button ups—not yellow bikinis where he could see your hardened nipples poking out. This doesn’t mean he hasn’t had opportunities to date in the last three years but with his divorce and busy with work all the time he didn’t go out. He was a boring man in his eyes.

You flashed him an innocent smile that he’s not sure he believed, “Then I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, a thank you for letting me stay. Should I call and order?” Unsure of what would come out if he opened his mouth, he just gave a subtle nod.

“I’m going to shower while we wait,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. You told him okay, ordered, and then showered yourself.

For dinner you had Italian and you were fully dressed now—still not enough for his prying eyes—but enough for him to focus on his food. He hates to admit that he’s way too curious tonight to ask questions, “What are your thoughts on Yoongi? Does he treat Jieun right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded with a light bite on your lip, “The sweetest, perfect for her.”

“For her? Wouldn’t everyone want a sweet guy?” He’s not sure why he asked or why he was curious to see what you’d say. All he knew was that his plate of food was no longer being eaten, and instead played with by scraping his fork against it. He avoided your eyes and you loved every second of it. He was just so cute getting nervous by a younger woman like you. It’s just too tempting to wanna make him squirm. A big, bad man like him falling underway by your teasing.

“I like them a little meaner, a little more authoritative,” you said looking up at him, “Like the ones who can put me in my place when I’m being difficult.”

“Hm,” he hummed in thought looking into your eyes, “Difficult?”

“Yes, I have a tendency to want what I want and find a way to get it,” you told him, voice more assertive, “And if I don’t get it, I become a huge brat.”

“So someone who can handle you?”

“Yes, but I’m a lot to handle, Jungkook,” you said his name laced with lust and if he said it didn’t go straight to his flaccid member, he’d be lying. He took a big drink from his glass of wine, “I’m sure someone is up for the task.”

“I hope so, I can get very impatient,” you raise your glass to your lips to drink, your eyes locked with his. With that you stood up with your plate, “Are you done?”

He gave a silent nod, not trusting himself to bite back a comment about how he has no patience for teasing. He’s not even sure those would be the exact words he’d say, or if he’d say how capable he is of putting someone in their place. You took his plate and washed them before excusing yourself to your bedroom to answer some call. He caught a small glimpse of the name already calling you and it was a man.

It’s been two weeks. Two hard weeks of forcing himself to not think about his daughter’s friend, but it’s been so damn difficult that you’re clouding his vision. All the looks you sent his way whenever you were with Jieun or the little comments you’d make that had his head spinning in guilt and lust. It’s been too long since he’s slept with a woman and anytime he sees you, he’s reminded of it. Like right now.

He was supposed to be working on a case with his partner, Namjoon, but he was distracted. They worked at the kitchen table but then you came in with a short, fitted black dress that barely covered your butt. Even Namjoon seemed to turn and stare when you opened the fridge and bent down at the waist to look inside. Jungkook’s head rested on his palm as he watched, half hoping your dress would rise just a little more but it didn’t, sadly. He was supposed to be doing all the paperwork that laid across the dinner table, not stare at you rummaging through the fridge.

You pulled out a bottle of pineapple juice, sipping from a straw as Jieun came down just a little more dressed down as she asked, “Is he almost here?”

Jungkook snapped his attention back to you in confusion. Is who almost here? “Are the two of you going out with Yoongi?”

“I am, Y/n’s meeting up with a guy, so lucky you dad, you might get the house to yourself,” Jieun said putting a hand on his shoulder waving a greeting to Namjoon, her father’s friend.

“Don’t miss us too much,” you teased, making him look back at you. “How well do you know this guy?”

“Just enough, we had a couple classes together,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders still sipping on the pineapple juice. He’s sure the taste of the fruit would remain in your body for hours.

Jieun laughed, “Y/n doesn’t need to know him well for her plans tonight.”

You sent her a wink that Jungkook caught and he’d be lying if he said a small part of him didn’t feel… jealous? Upset? Annoyed? All of the above? He doesn’t want both of you gone, he’s gotten used to a full house and he doesn’t want to feel lonely again. Jieun he can understand, she’s seeing her boyfriend but you… you’re not in a relationship. You don’t have any obligation to another man so why can’t you stay home. Despite all the women who notice him, he seems to have a love/hate relationship with the attention you gave him. Part of him wanted nothing to do with you in that sense, but the other was enough to boost his ego. Despite his age he was clearly attractive enough to gain the attention of a 21 year old used to college guys. So, no, he doesn’t want you to go out with one of those guys and remember that Jungkook was a boring lawyer and father of your friend.

“Well he’s outside,” you said looking at your phone, “I guess I’ll head out now.” Jieun joined you when Yoongi sent her the same text and you two were leaving.

“How are you living with that unaffected?” Namjoon finally said once the two of you were out the door. Jungkook shook his head, “I’m not.”

Long after Namjoon left, Jungkook found himself still awake working in his office. It had to be around midnight and he didn’t feel tired, he felt anxious. It stresses him out because why on earth does he feel anxious? He should feel relieved to have time to himself but he doesn’t. He’s currently staring at the clock every five damn minutes. Jieun won’t be coming home, he knows that, but now it looks like you aren’t either.

He shouldn’t care about his daughter’s friend but something about you just draws him in. You were like a succubus in his eyes, a beautiful girl who can draw anyone in and even he fell victim to it. It’s so wrong, you’re too young, you’re his daughter’s friend. But you’re so damn enticing, like every little thing about you. From the way you chew your gum while looking at him to the sway in your hips when you walk. The way you batted your pretty long lashes when you’d ask how his night went. You make little comments that he swears were suggestive that he knew he shouldn’t like, but he does. It makes him blush, honestly.

He knows he’s an attractive man. He’s fit, he’s got the looks, money, age. He has tattoos and piercings and he’s clean. He knows that women at the store try to flirt with him in line. The ones at work always have some favor to ask or some help they need. When he’s at the gym he feels eyes on him but none of it matters. Jungkook has thought about going on dates when he’s been asked and lately he’s been thinking about trying again but he just doesn’t know if he should.

At his age, is it even worth it anymore? His wife of eighteen years cheated on him just three years ago. He doesn’t think about her outside of when it has to do with Jieun but still. That’s the last woman he’s been with, it’s not like he’s your age.

You’re young and a very attractive person. You’ve got the smile, the confidence, the looks, the humor. Honestly, he could go on. He’s thought about it before, you have a way of drawing someone in and clearly it was true. If you’re on a date then obviously you know how to get someone interested, especially if Jieun always jokes about how you string these boys along. Actually, he’s not even sure if what you’re doing now is part of the date.

It’s too late for dinner. That could only mean one thing, you were probably at the guy’s place or maybe a hotel room. If that was the case then clearly you could only be doing one thing. That thought alone was enough to make him stiffen in his chair. He shouldn’t be thinking about all the things you were doing in your little black dress, or even with it off.

Jungkook knows what your body looks like under that dress. He knows that you have a little tattoo on your hip that was only noticeable when you wear one of your tiny bikinis. And god, he shouldn’t, but he feels so damn envious of whoever gets to see what lies under those poor excuses for bikinis. He can only imagine what man you’re with, what hands are touching down your naked body.

The look in your eyes when a certain spot was touched, maybe your back would arch and your hips would buck. Maybe you were sensitive, so damn sensitive that when Jungkook first gets his hands on you, you’ll be dripping in your panties—if you wore any.

Wait.

Fuck.

When did this become an imagination of him being the one touching your body? His jeans seemed to tighten, his member growing more erect with each passing image of you under him. Falling apart with his teasing this time, batting your eyelashes at him like an innocent, sweet girl, when you were anything but. The things he could do to you, teach your body so many different sensations that only he could bring you—

“Mr. Jeon.”

His entire body froze, even the small pulse of his hard length at the sound of your voice. Jungkook snapped his eyes to the door of his office, now more open than before with you standing there looking like a walking sin.

You just called him Mr. Jeon and it seemed to send him back to reality about the fact you were much younger than him. Not only that but a friend of his daughter’s.

“Y/n,” he cleared his throat, shifting in his chair awkwardly, “When did you get home?” Could he call it that? Call it your home when you both know it really isn’t. You giggle softly, pushing off the wall sauntering over to his desk with a little sway.

“Just now, I didn’t want to wake you,” you moved around his desk making him more anxious by the second. He was suddenly too aware of the bulge between his legs due to his perverse thoughts. His hand was suddenly on his lap trying to hide himself when you leaned against the desk, right next to him. Your hands on the wooden table supporting your weight, “But you weren’t even sleeping. Why are you up this late?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Jungkook looked into your eyes when you frowned. Your face looked flush, eyes a little red and nose puffy. You had a lazy smile, “And here I thought you were waiting up for me.”

“I didn’t even know if you’d be back,” he looked away when you pushed off the desk, shifting his eyes back to his abandoned files. He kept his gaze stuck on it as you walked behind him with a hand on his shoulder, before there were two. His breath hitched as your hands touched his shoulders. You leaned against his back just briefly and he could smell the alcohol on you. It made him tense and he could feel his back muscles twitch. Your palms flattened against his shoulders before sliding them down toward his collarbone as you said, “I bet that worried you. Not knowing what I might be doing, who I might be with.”

He didn’t say anything, eyes failing to stay open when the fabric of his button up shifted against his skin with each drag of your hands across his shoulders, “What are you doing?”

You just smiled looking down at him. You couldn’t see his face but you could see the angle of his head hanging low. You could see the clenched fist around a fountain pen and an arm conveniently placed on his lap. “You just seem so stressed lately. I want to help you relax.”

“Oh,” his voice strained when you nearly closed your hands around his neck, the unbuttoned top of his shirt nearly exposing more of his chest than he wanted it to. “Y/n.”

He needs it to stop.

This needs to stop.

Now. He could feel it, he was very close to snapping. This isn’t right, not at all. But it’s not entirely wrong and it’s all just confusing him and his dick. He had to think of something else but he didn’t want to tell you to stop touching him even if he knows he should.

“How was your date?” He asked, probably one of the worst things to ask but he did so anyway. You didn’t stop your movements, unaware of the way his lips parted when your nails scraped along his chest. God, it felt so damn good to be touched. It was all he could think about and he didn’t want it to be.

“It wasn’t a date,” you told him, continuing your massage, “We went for drinks and, no, nevermind, I won’t say.” You ended with a deep sigh that had him whipping around to stare at you.

“And?” He asked, finally exposing himself to you with disheveled hair, lust blown eyes, and a wrinkled button up. “What else did you do?”

As he asked and his eyes fell upon your neck, something was building up within him. The sight of the small red mark on your neck, “Well?” His voice was deeper, more stern and definitely not happy. He was jealous and you knew it.

“So you were worried,” you giggled, “Were you thinking about it all night? What I might be doing?”

He didn’t confirm nor deny it but he did look away as if he’d been caught. He couldn’t face you but that didn’t stop you from pushing. This was like the red button.

You know you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing.

“Well…” you took a long sigh, a soft moan in thought, “After the drinks we went back to his place and well, you know how that goes.”

“Hm,” was all he said and you stopped running your hands along his shoulders. For some reason he was disappointed that you did. You just smiled, “That’s all I can say unfortunately, I missed you too much to stay the night so I got an Uber and came home.”

“Y/n,” his voice was firm but the hair on his arms rose at the raspy tone of your sleepy voice, “What are you doing?”

“Having a conversation with you,” you told him simply as you moved back against his desk, his knee so close to your leg as his chair spun out just a little. His eyes narrowed, “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t think I do,” even as you said that you bit your lip, “Why don’t you tell me?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly stressed. He can’t just tell you. What if he’s just imagining your touches? Your innuendos? He’s much older than you and for him to be bringing this up was embarrassing enough. So instead of doing it, he just gave up.

“You should go to bed.”

“Are you going to take me?”

It went quiet and you swear his gaze darkened in an instance. You weren’t sure if he was deciphering every meaning behind your response or if he was debating actually doing it. You wanted him to. Just look at him. Whenever you even think about him, every concern for Jieun as a friend completely slips away. He’s just too damn stunning, too damn perfect. The fact that he was older just made it ten times better.

You looked at the clock behind him before saying, “I guess I’ll go, but I’ll miss talking to you.”

“Y/n,” he grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away. You looked back at him as he stared down at where your hand was in his. No.

No. Jungkook, don’t even if you really want to at least get a kiss. No.

“Yes?”

He cleared his throat preparing himself to talk, “Goodnight.”

You smiled, “Goodnight.”

You left without another word and the second the door shut behind you a breath of relief was pushed out from his stomach to his mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned looking down at his aching member.

He doesn’t think he can resist you the next time.

It happened again a couple nights later. This time around, Jungkook felt even more delusional over it. You were only looking at him but you weren’t being at all appropriate. Especially not now having dinner with Jieun and Yoongi. It was a table of four so he was close to you and God, this was getting harder by the minute—or no, he was.

Your foot was pulling at his pant leg and he had to pretend like it wasn’t affecting him. He listened to you talk to Jieun instead.

“So how was the other night with Jimin?” Yoongi asked you at the dinner table. Jungkook pretended like he wasn’t interested, too focused on his dinner plate. From the corner of his eye is where he watched you. You gave a small shrug, still running your foot past his knee until your leg was on his thigh. He places a hand over your ankle, a small squeeze to try and get you to stop instead of just pushing it away.

His hand was rough with age and work and your foot was smooth. It was big, with long fingers, even his pinky and you wondered what else he could do with them. Jungkook hand began hesitantly caressing your leg as you spoke, “Good, but I’m not going out with him tonight.”

“Someone else?” Yoongi asked as he served you all more food from the middle of the table. You smiled, “Maybe.”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed and he shook your leg off of him. He doesn’t know what you’re trying to do with him but he’s a grown man. If you want to do things with him he’s not going to wait around for you to finish up with another guy. Especially with a guy much younger than him who he knows won’t be able to please you like he could. Just from the way you’ve been acting he knows not everyone can handle you. You’re a cocktease and maybe he’s delusional but he knows you want him. So why are you going on a date with another man?

No.

Why does he care?

Why is he thinking about a girl young enough to be his own daughter? Why is he imagining what you’d look like sitting pretty on his dick. Why doesn’t he care that Jieun is sitting on the other side of him and all he wants is to slide his fingers up your leg and under your skirt. He could if he pulled your chair closer. He really could. He feels guilty but not enough to ignore this anymore, they’re only thoughts anyway. He wouldn’t actually do it… no, never.

“Do you want us to drop you off when we leave?” Jieun asked once dinner had been over. You shook your head, “No, I won’t be with him till later. What time are you getting home?”

“I’m not,” Jieun said, patting Yoongi’s stomach, “Staying at his place.”

“Alright, I’ll probably start getting ready.”

Jungkook went to his office when everyone left. He would do more work tonight, now he’s got all the time in the world apparently.

Once again he was going to be alone in the house.

Once again you were going out with another man.

Once again he finds himself thinking about it and feeling irritated.

Jungkook doesn’t know you have something up your sleeve. He doesn’t know that the whole time you were talking with Jieun all you could think about was how to get her father to fuck you how you’ve been craving all summer.

He couldn’t even concentrate on his case files, he could only think about what you were doing. He hasn’t heard the front door or the sound of your heels clacking on the stairs. You must be in your bedroom trying one one of those tiny little dresses you like to wear.

How was he to know what you were currently doing? Was it through the text he just received with your name displayed. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and clicked on your message. It was a photo.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, hand running over his face and into his hair as he looked at it. There’s no mistaking what he’s looking at.

You were sitting on his bed wearing the skimpiest slip of black lingerie he’s ever seen. It was a dress, but it wasn’t even enough to cover the black lace panty you wore. His eyes followed the length of your legs, pressed together so elegantly as you posed in front of his large mirror, perched on the edge of his bed. One of your hands was on your lap, keeping the short dress from showing any sliver of underwear. It was your form of teasing, acting like it was innocent and playing it so poorly, but that’s what you were playing at. You knew what you were doing.

Jungkook knew you were bad news the second he saw you in the pool with his daughter. Even before he saw your body, your eyes were seductive. Your tone was always flirty, and he responded to it. God, since the beginning he would react, always giving a little answer to your flirting, always looking when you wanted him to. Even now, his fingers hovered over the keyboard finding it hard to just tell you to stop. He read over the text attached to the photo.

you: should I wear this out tn?

His breath hitched roughly, tension running through his muscles processing your text. You were apparently showing him something you planned on wearing tonight? Asking for his opinion? Sitting on his bed? There’s no way, absolutely no way you’re doing this to him right now. He dropped his phone on the desk and leaned back against his spinning chair. His hands covered his face, easing some tension away in thought. You’re driving him absolutely crazy. How does he even respond to that? He doesn’t.

You might have really done it this time, you’re not even sure what transpired you to act out this way aside from a selfish need to get what you want. This had started as just a way to not get bored during your summer stay and that was all it was supposed to be. It’s not your fault that Jieun’s dad is the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. And if things went the way you wanted them too, he would be in the same room as you very soon.

If they didn’t, then it was safe to say you would never show your face around here ever again.

There was a bigger sense of confidence that came with preparing this whole ordeal, but the wait itself broke it down. You were so close to getting up and running out the door when it opened. In walked Jungkook, looking as disheveled as possible but he tried to hold himself together. You looked up at him from your seated position as he took in the sight of you.

“Y/n,” his eyes trailed upwards from your exposed legs to your pretty face. A small choked out groan escaped his lips as he shifted his gaze to the ceiling, “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready?” You asked standing up to look at yourself in the mirror, “How do I look?”

“Y/n,” his voice was stern, turning to face you, “Don’t play with me.” You didn’t bother taking your eyes off your own reflection, capturing his glare through the mirror. “I’m not, Jungkook, I’m just asking a question.”

“Jungkook?” He asked as you finally turned to him, taking a small step closer. He’s so used to hearing you refer to him as Mr. Jeon teasingly that he forgets what it’s like for you to actually say his name. You nodded, standing in front of him, “Or Mr. Jeon?”

He looked down at you now that you were mere inches away from him and he could see the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. You don’t care who he is, you don’t care if he’s older either. He wanted to tell you this was inappropriate and to leave but he would never kick you out. He wouldn’t tell you he didn’t like it either, “Are you wearing this for a boy?”

A boy. Someone younger than him, probably one of those he’s heard you like and it’s not him. He’s a man, he can really show you what it’s like to feel pleasure. You looked down at your slip dress that had him looking down at your exposed cleavage. Without thinking you pressed a finger into his abdomen lightly, “I’d prefer it if it were for a man.”

Jungkook’s gaze didn’t falter away from yours, the sexual tension at a high as he leaned into the touch of your hand as it lowered. You were so close to him, chest nearly against chest and you were wearing so little. He licked at his dry lips, “Why’s that?”

“Guys my age don’t know how to fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

In an instance, any thought of putting a stop to this vanished. Every reminder that you weren’t just an attractive younger woman expressing interest in him, vanished. All it took was the soft whisper of your response into his ear for his body to turn to mush. Jungkook barely shifted his head to the side when your lips met his, hungry and fast. His hand pressed into the back of your head, tangling in your hair, to keep you from moving back but you wouldn’t dare. The only moment your lips separated was during the first press of your tongues, meeting in the middle with the slide of spit.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough, the last time he had even kissed a woman, touched one in this manner, it had been a while. A long while that created such intense build-up when you came along making him break. The hand that hadn’t been laced in your hair was touching your waist gently but firm. It was soft but you could tell you wouldn’t be moving away anytime soon. It didn’t stop your fingers from trailing even lower than his abdomen, to the belt on his jeans. With one hand you began to tug on the belt loop, turning your neck as he began to leave wet, needy kisses down your jaw, your back arching from the way he had to bend over you to kiss your neck.

He released a low, breathless grunt at the rough pull of his zipper, hips moving with the force. The arm he had on your waist pressed you to his side when your hand dipped into the waistband of his briefs. His other hand left the back of your head, sliding down toward your neck, releasing a short moan, “Y/n.”

It has been too long. Too damn long since the last time a woman touched him. No, it’s been long since he let a woman touch him. Jungkook always had many opportunities to see someone but he never did it. He never seeked anyone out for sex, he just let himself take care of his own needs and feel unsatisfied. Now he’s letting someone young enough to be his daughter put their hand on his dick.

And it felt so fucking good. Jungkook stopped his attack on your neck to take a proper inhale, trying to keep himself under control as you palmed his naked member. Your fingers wrapped around his thick length giving him a soft stroke. You kissed down the expanse of his neck feeling the vibrations of his low groan. Your palm hugged the head of his cock, twisting your wrist and smearing it in his own precum. Your fingers brushed along the underside of his tip and he couldn’t wait. He wanted more.

With the hand that he had on your neck, he held you away from him. Your eyes met, both looking blown out and yet you still managed to look so seductive. His eyes shifted back down to your parted lips releasing small pants of breath. He licked his dry lips and with a raspy voice, he said, “Get on the bed.”

You looked down at his cock that still felt heavy in your grip. With your eyes locked with his, you moved to the bed sitting on the back of your legs, arms on your lap looking oh-so-obedient. His breath hitched at the sight and he was quickly undressing himself the rest of the way standing naked before you as you sat looking pretty in your little black dress. He got on his knees letting them sink to the mattress as you got up too.

A shiver ran down your spine at the feel of Jungkook’s rough fingers running across your shoulders to lower the thin straps of the dress. They trailed down your back softly, catching the ribbon that tied it together against your spine, and undid it The thin, silky fabric dropped down on the bed revealing more of yourself to him. Jungkook looked down at your chest, he was used to the size of them. All summer long you were showing off your pretty tits in tight tops and slutty bikinis, and yet the full view was so much more. Your nipples were pointed out, sensitive from being exposed and his rough, large hands cupped them. You released a quiet whine as his fingers pinched your nipples. Jungkook’s jaw was open, speechless at how soft you felt in his hands, “You’re such a pretty girl.”

You nodded, biting into your lip when he lowered his head to place a kiss on the plumpness of your breast. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders not wanting to stop when his tongue swiped at your nipple, licking it before sucking it into his mouth. Jungkook traveled his hands down to your thong, groping your ass before getting a hold on the material. With little effort on his end, he tore one side at your hips and did the same to the other until it was coming apart from your legs. Your underwear was left ruined as he held you by the waist, guiding you on top of him as he moved to lie back. You didn’t say anything, only soft moans leaving your lips at the way he moved your body around to his liking. You were both fully naked now and he guided you to turn away from him, gripping your thighs as he backed you up to his head and you got the hint.

Jungkook was being impatient, he needed to feel everything. He couldn’t wait to taste your pussy or to feel the tightness of your throat constrict around his large cock. He wanted to do it all now, not later. Later he can explore slowly, learn every way you want to be touched. Because if you think he’s going to be done with you after one round, you’re wrong. He moved his elbows under your knees making sure your thighs hugged the sides of his head and his body shivered. Just above his face was the prettiest little cunt he’s ever seen. Slick coated the outside and pooled at the center. Your clit was in view and the way you arched your back made your pussy pop out more. He swallowed dryly.

How did he manage to get this sight in front of him? He was a fool to think he could withstand your games, clearly not. But he can’t just let you toy with him, he’ll show you how to make a woman cum.

As soon as his wet tongue met your oversensitive clit, you had to cling to his thighs, nails digging into the muscle at his boldness. Your mouth parted in silent moans as his hands pinched your hips, pressing you down further against his mouth, getting the first taste of pussy he’s had in years—even before his divorce. You better believe that he was not doing this to his ex wife the months leading up to separating. Even if he was, nothing would have compared to how eager and wet you were.

“Da—Ju-Jungkook… ” You whimpered as you brought his cock toward your mouth, tongue swiping along his side in hopes of bringing pleasure to him fast. Your tongue began from the base of his cock where his neatly trimmed hair ended, licking all the way to his tip. From there you wrapped your lips around his head letting your tongue swipe along the slit that released clear dribbles of precum. As best as you could, you tried to relax your throat, guiding him down as far as you could.

The feeling of a warm and tight mouth around his dick had him moaning. His eyes rolled in pleasure as his thighs tensed, “Oh fuck, Y/n,” he groaned against your cunt, your wetness running down his chin. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Lewd sounds came from your mouth with each thrust of his cock down your throat, tongue licking as much of his length as you could. Jungkook was getting messier with the need to bring you to an orgasm with his tongue. Slick sounds formed every time he lapped his tongue between your pussy lips, nipping at your clit with each swipe. His fingers were digging small crescents into the roundness of your ass as he made you ride his face harder.

“Oh my god,” you cried out like a whiny brat as your hips twitched in pace with the cool in your lower belly. Jungkook placed a hand behind your head not to apply pleasure but to keep you in place. “Oh my god,” you repeated and you were so damn loud, so shameless with your moans and he’s only used his mouth so far. He’s so thankful you never tried this when Jieun was home. He wouldn’t be able to keep you quiet if his dick was in your tight snatch.

Jungkook was relentless, licking at your cunt even as you released your juices all over his tongue. He ate you out through your orgasm, letting it dribble down his chin that he pressed against your clit, shaking. He was close, so fucking close but if he cums it’s going to be in your pussy. He needs it now.

You nearly fell to your side as he moved you off his lap and you collapsed onto the bed, hand feeling around against the comforter to find your little item. He was too busy fixing himself between your legs to notice you touch a small black package. You picked up the condom moving it in front of him and he took it without a word. Jungkook felt like his hands were shaking as he put it on. The anticipation of being inside you was building up and making him jittery. You were going to be so sensitive with the way he ate your pussy and he was so hard it will be very hard to be gentle. His hips dipped down as his hand lined his cock between your folds. Wetness stuck to the condom, and he began a slow grind making sure to touch your clit as he did so. His hands pressed against the bed near your ribs and looked at the sight. You brought a hand down between your legs, spreading your slick around his cock hoping to get him to just fuck you already. You didn’t want him to tease you or stretch you or gently talk you through it. You want him to stuff you full of his cock and tell you much of a bad girl you are.

You don’t know how to explain but he was such a man. Not a boy, not a college guy or late-twenties coworker. He was a man who worked out every day, trimmed his body hair, cooked meals and did yard work all while looking so unbelievably hot. He would take care of you, he has been taking care of you and you wanted him inside of you now.

With your hand already against his cock you took a hold of him as you lined him up with your entrance hearing a soft grunt leave his lips. Jungkook was going to stop you and do it himself but he found it so much hotter to feel you guide his cock into your pussy. The softest pussy he’s ever felt, hugging his dick with warmth and wetness. Sucking him in as far as you could take him and dragging along his length as he pulled back in a nervous twitch. He won’t last, he won’t last at all

“Come on Mr. Jeon, show me how a real man fu—ohh,” he sank back in, the same vacuum sealed feeling hugging his cock and he found it hard to pull back out. Jungkook was quiet, too focused in the need to just fuck that he’s not paying attention. He’s doing what feels good until you tell him to stop. His hands snuck between the mattress and your ass, finding purchase as he lied down against your body. His knees dug into the bed and the muscles in his thighs flexed with the first real hit of his hips against yours, cock digging in just a little further. Your arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby when his hands held your butt so tightly that your hips lifted off the bed. He fucked you onto his cock, back flexing with each thrust that made his spine protrude in his arched form in an animalistic way.

Jungkook was so turned on, so close to the edge that he wanted to scream. He could hold off so much longer but not right now. Not while your moans tickled his ears and your skin was hot under his mouth with each kiss he placed on your neck. You moaned loudly, “I’m so close, oh… daddy, ohh.”

“Shh,” Jungkook mumbled against your throat, “Just cum baby, be a good girl and cum for me. I want to feel your slutty pussy cum around my clock.” He was so close, he just needed the final push and he wouldn’t be so desperate to get off.

Like before, the only warning you gave to your release was the tremble in your thighs. Jungkook released a low growl that made your throat bob as you practically hugged each other with the way he still held your ass to his cock, both coming undone at once.

Jungkook was heaving for air, legs shaking as he set you back down the inch he lifted you up. Your walls still clenched and unclenched around him and he had to turn you both on your side to be more comfortable as he began to pull out.

He rolled onto his back, hand on chest as he looked up at the sky, “Fuck.”

You smiled moving to sit lips placing a kiss to the line between his feelings the way he gasped for air. You wondered if you’d have to wait for a second round another day. “You’re still hard.”

It was true, despite the puddle of thick semen on his lower stomach, he was still hard, and your hand running up his thighs wasn’t helping. Jungkook looked down at you, “Condom?”

“I’m out but I’m on the pill.”

Jungkook wanted to be more rational but he could. He still needed to feel you on his cock. “Come sit on my dick, pretty baby.”

With a flirty smile you did as told, quickly swinging your legs around his hips as you held his cock up, Jungkook had to bite his lip hard to hold back the moan he was going to let out. This time around, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to place his hands on your hips and push you down his length.

“Y/n,” he moaned as you began to ride him, grinding against his base every time you sank down on his dick. You’d raise your hips and drop them back down against his with a smack. “Fuck, tightest fucking pussy. Fuck, look at you.”

You were such a sight with your pretty face displaying pleasure, your first bouncing with how hard you rode him, belly button ring glistening every time light reflected off the jewels. Jungkook’s hand ran over it before coming up to your breasts. “All summer, teasing me with this body, leaving me to jerk off in the shower to the image of it.”

Your pussy twitched at his words, “I touch myself to the thought of you, Mr. Jeon, I’ve been dreaming of this cock in my pussy.”

Your words traveled straight to his dick, pulsing at the idea of you with your fingers in your cunt fucking yourself to him. You were riding him with such eagerness that the bed shook with each bounce of your hips and his hand couldn’t help but spank your ass urging you on. Once again he felt himself close and he wanted to warn you. He was waiting to know for sure if he was going to when everything seemed to stop except the bounce of your hips splitting your cunt open with his cock. His eyes shot to the bedside table where your phone sat facing up, Jieun’s picture on screen.

His heart stopped, trying to get you to slow down but it was too late. He was reminded of your age and relationship with his daughter. You reached for it before he could stop you and pressed it against your ear fighting his hand that reached for it, “Hello?”

“Hey ugly, is my dad home? He’s not answering his phone.” Jieun asked through the phone. You looked down at Jungkook who shook his head with pleading eyes for you to stay still but not stop. He still needed to cum.

“He probably left in his room,” you said the last words with a grind of your hips that had him biting into his knuckles to fight back a moan. You sat straighter, enjoying the stretch of his cock, “Is there something you want me to tell him before I leave?”

His eyes shifted to you now. What do you mean leaving? You sent him a smile, shaking your head to assure him you didn’t mean it and that you wanted to have fun with him all night. Jieun signed, “Just tell him that I left the keys to Benz on the mantle.”

“Mmm, okay,” you said softly as Jungkook began to respond with his hips bucking to meet yours. He couldn’t hold on anymore. “I’ve gotta go Jieun, I’m about to leave, I’ll tell him.”

You hung up with that and he took your phone dropping it on the mess of pillows on the floor before sitting up to hug your body fo his, “Such a dirty fucking girl.”

“She left the keys to the car on the mantle,” you moaned out as his face dug into your perky breasts, nuzzling into them. He growled in frustration, grinding your hips on his length, “I already know, fuck she interrupted us for that?”

“While I’ve got her best friend riding my cock like the little slut she is?” He licked your nipple and his words had you moaning, shaking in his hold. He really didn’t seem to care anymore.

He was fucking you from below, sitting you on his lap and making you bounce on his cock, “You like fucking your friend’s dad? You like older man dick?

“Yes, fuck Jungkook, only yours,” You moaned making his chest blossom with pride at your words. With your affirmation, he moved onto his knees, hands under your ass as he fucked you onto his cock.

“Gonna cum for me? Is my baby gonna cum on my cock?” He asked with a coo but with a deep tremor in his voice, “Yeah baby? Such an eager brat, look at you.”

“Mhm,” you nodded and he went faster.

When you came undone, Jungkook took you off his cock. He couldn’t be gentle with it as he came all over himself. A hand was on his dick as he eased himself through his second orgasm of the night looking over to you. You were tired after your own third orgasm and toppled onto his bed. Jungkook knew he should feel some form of guilt but he doesn’t. Instead, he runs his hand over your back to your ass as you laid on your stomach. Your perky little ass taunting him so much that he leaned down and place a kiss on it, biting lightly into the plump flesh making you shake your hips from sensitivity. He gave it a final smack.

Maybe when the sex-fueled fog leaves his mind he’ll realize the damage he’s done.

He fucked a woman much younger than him, fucked you real good.

He had let himself be seduced by a total nymph.

His daughter’s friend.

Yet all he could say as he lied down on his back to catch his own breath before a possible third round was…

“You’re such a good girl when you’re taking dick.”

He had about a month before you and Jieun left back to school and he was going to make it worth your while. You’ll never want younger men again. You’ll want his cocking fucking into you every time he visits Jieun. He’ll sneak into your dorm when she’s at work and fuck you with all the pent up desire he’ll have from not having your body in months.

And you’ll take every inch he gives you like a good girl.

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I was sandwiched between Jin and Namjoon. Hoseok and Yoongi on the other side of Jin respectively while Jungkook snuggled into Namjoon’s back and Jimin and Tae had their legs wrapped around each other behind Kookie. It was beyond cute. I almost hated to get up except my bladder was screaming at me and as soon as that was taken care of, the need for food took over. I stole Jin’s shirt, tugging it over my head as I made my way to the kitchen. There wasn’t much I could put together being quiet and as hungry as I was, I wanted the guys to sleep longer, so I settled on whipping together a bowl of fruit before making my way back into the dog pile.

I was going to savor being able to spend a morning like this with all of them here. I didn’t get it very often when we were back home. One of them having to go into work, most often earlier than I would ever appreciate on a weekend. Those days, Taehyung usually ended up as my cuddle partner when I felt like sleeping in. The man was impossible to wake up any given day, but it was even worse when he knew he didn’t have to be anywhere. I grabbed the remote, plopping back down in my original spot, trying to shimmy my way under the covers again.

A large arm wrapped around my waist, tugging me hard into place against their chest. The sudden movement made the balancing act I had going on with my bowl of grapes and apple slices falter, two grapes rolling out of the dish and onto Namjoon’s bare back who had rolled over while I had been gone in an attempt to escape Jungkook. The grapes were then followed by an apple which tumbled out and smacked onto his shoulder, clinging there for dear life as his skin twitched and he unconsciously moved it to throw it off.

I giggled quietly, setting the remote down to snatch the wayward fruit and placing the bowl between Namjoon and I before Jin made me spill more of it. Now comfortably under the blankets and, by default, Jin’s chest, I turned on the TV. The light coming in was already bright enough that I didn’t have to worry about the flicker of the screen waking anyone up, so I turned on a show, lowered the volume all the way and put on subtitles so I could still know what was happening. For a while the only sound was the occasional munching of apples, every now and then one of the boys would sigh heavily or groan as they rolled over.

Until Jin began to rouse behind me. His legs stretched first, extending before one of his ankles looped around mine to tangle our feet with together. Hands sliding under the hem of his shirt that I wore as he buried his face in my hair mumbling quietly. I smiled, excited one of them was awake, or half awake at least, turning in his arms.

“Good morning.” I greeted him, popping another grape into my mouth.

He looked down at me, barely peeking one eye open groggily before humming in acknowledgement.

“You’ve been up a while.” He murmured sleepily.

“Mmm hmm.”

I nearly buzzed in happiness, smile feeling like it was taking permanent residence on my face as I wrapped my arms around him tightly, burying my face into his chest. His chuckle vibrated through me, only making me hug him harder while he rolled us onto his back.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning.” He sighed happily, content with just holding me and me, content with just being held.

We laid like that for a bit, soaking in each other’s presence while surrounded by everyone else we shared this life with too. I thought maybe Jin had fallen back asleep as he hadn’t said anything or moved.

“What the fuck are we watching?” A gruff voice mumbled.

I poked my head up, smile widening even more seeing Yoongi glaring tiredly at the television. I turned to look at the screen, the true crime documentary I had put on currently playing through a reenacted murder scene. Instead of answering, I fully intended on crossing the only body separating me from my second lover awake for the day. Jin was reluctant to let me go, but I grabbed an apple from the bowl I hadn’t finished, popping it into his mouth before crawling off him towards Yoongi.

My adventure was interrupted halfway through when my movements woke Hobi enough for him to blindly reach out, grabbing a handful of the top I wore to pull me down with him. I giggled, still trying to be quiet enough for everyone else still asleep as I let Hoseok wrap around me.

“Hey. She was coming to see me.” Yoongi complained, huffing a pout.

Instead of saying anything, Hoseok just rolled us over. Placing me snugly between him and Yoongi, the latter who pounced on me once I was within arm’s reach. I lifted my face to his, ready for the good morning kiss that was sure to come. He didn’t disappoint, cupping my cheek to stroke his thumb over it in the gesture I firmly believed was meant to convey his feelings without him voicing them so much before pressing his soft lips to mine. My happiness felt like it increased tenfold, my heart nearly ready to burst inside my chest as I kissed him back enthusiastically.

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He whispered against my lips, smile curling the ends of his mouth.

“Our beautiful girlfriend.” Hoseok corrected him, pulling me away from Yoongi enough to land a kiss on me of his own.

I welcomed it, kissing him with just as much love as I had Yoongi, tossing my leg over his hip just to feel closer to him. He caught the back of my thigh, pulling me into him more. I felt Yoongi cuddle in closer, lips finding the back of my neck as his hand slipped under my shirt. Laughing I pulled away from Hobi’s mouth.

“I would’ve thought you all had plenty last night.” I teased.

“I can never get enough of you.” Yoongi whispered huskily, attacking my neck with kisses. “Besides, I have years to make up for.”

“I’m just selfish.” Hobi shrugged, dragging me back to him.

I let hands wander and mouth tease for a while longer before pulling away again.

“Seriously.” I giggled, pushing Yoongi’s hand from my breast. “I still have to shower.”

“Dibs.” Another voice called out, body shooting up quickly from the mass of blankets and pillows.

I peered over Hobi’s shoulder, bursting into laughter at the state of a still half asleep Jungkook. His hair was sticking up every which way, a complete mess from having to chase Namjoon in his sleep every time the older man would try to untangle himself from the forced cuddling. He blinked lazily, rubbing his eyes before letting out a massive yawn. The sound loud enough to wake everyone in his immediate vicinity. Namjoon groaned, turning his head and opening his eyes to find Jin still munching away on what was left of my bowl of fruit.

He jerked his head back confused before looking around for, I assume, me. When his half-lidded gaze landed on me still wrapped up between Yoongi and Hobi he sighed, rolling onto his back.

“Mmm we should all sleep together more often.” Jimin purred, still very much wrapped around Tae with his eyes closed with an equal as clingy Taehyung who didn’t answer.

Or move.

“I’m going to vote no on that suggestion.” Namjoon grumbled.

His morning voice an octave deeper than usual and making my stomach do somersaults.

“You didn’t like cuddling with Kookie?” I grinned, propping my head up on one hand while Hobi shoved his face into my chest, looking intent on going back to bed.

“Not when I’m the little spoon.”

“Am I deaf?” Jungkook asked, completely ignoring the topic of conversation about him.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I looked at him. His eyes were glued to the tv, looking about as confused as I did as he watched the show.

“What?”

“Why can’t I hear the tv?”

I snorted in laughter. Everyone else who was awake for the most part looking at him like he had just said the most idiotic thing they’d ever heard. To them, it probably was.

“Kook are you even awake?” Jin asked him.

His tired eyes moved from the screen to Jin, blinking several times before running his hand through his hair aggressively.

“I think so.”

He was so cute.

“You’re not deaf Kookie, I just turned the volume all the way down.”

“Well, I think breakfast is in the cards before anyone else wakes up deaf. Yoongi?” Jin volunteered, turning to the second oldest even though he was hidden behind me.

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Why do I have to make it?”

“Because if you don’t, I know you’ll try sneaking into the shower with Y/N.”

“Dibs.” Jungkook said again.

Namjoon reached out, patting his thigh lovingly.

“You already called dibs Kookie.”

I laughed again, digging my fingers into Hobi’s fluffy hair to play with it like he always did to mine. God, I loved these men.

Chapter 84》

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I gathered a few of the extra magazines Aliya left lying on the counters after reading them. Chucking them into the trash as well, covering the flower in hopes that she wouldn’t see and ask me about it. I took a deep breath, leaving it behind me for the shower that I desperately needed. I went to my room, grabbing a set of clothes. I actively avoided looking towards the trailers out of my window. My unhealthy obsession with the man next door was probably the cause of the karma I was experiencing now.

Witnessing that murder just felt like the beginning of it all. It was strange to think back on now. The events of that night were fuzzy. The only real memories serving to remind me that I didn’t just dream it being the bloodied hand that had reached out to me and the strikingly white mask in the otherwise inky blackness of the night. And those men from today. The sense of familiarity I felt while having no idea who they even were. Could one of them have been there that night? No. I would have definitely noticed the blonde one. Even under a hood, that mess of curls should have been visible.

I stood under the hot spray. Letting the water wash away all my anxieties as well as the sweat from today. Thankfully, there were no other scheduled shows for the rest of the day. I could whip up a quick dinner and go to bed early. It felt like today’s events sapped the energy from me more than they usually did. Through the rush of water, I could hear the front door open and shut, followed by the shuffling of feet down the hall before a soft rap against the bathroom door sounded.

“Y/N? You okay?” Aliya’s voice was soft.

Still full of worry from earlier.

“Yeah! Just finishing up. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay. I’m going to start on dinner. Anything in particular you’re in the mood for?”

“No. Anything sounds good.”

She acknowledged me noncommittally. The shuffling of feet telling me she wandered back down the hall. I shut the water off. Grabbing the towel and drying myself off quickly before wrapping it around my hair and tugging on the oversized shirt and shorts I had snagged from my closet. By the time I mosied my way into the kitchen, Aliya had a pizza in the oven.

“It’ll be pizza. I didn’t feel like cooking.”

“That’s fine. I’m thinking I’ll be going to bed early tonight. Today was… long.”

She hummed, grabbing two beers from the fridge and popping the tops off before setting one in front of me at the bar. I took a seat, raising my bottle to her in thanks as she leaned against the edge of the counter.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I sipped on the drink. It would probably be a good idea to get some of this off my chest. It wasn’t like I meant to keep it a secret from her, but I knew how much she tended to worry about me. Sometimes it was easier to keep her from worrying from the get go. Her protective nature on occasion made me feel coddled and I hated that. I was far past old enough to make my own decisions and mistakes. Although I’d be remiss to omit the fact that my decision that night nearly cost me my life.

“There were these men, today, at the show. I don’t know, they just unnerved me a little.”

“They were in the crowd?”

I nodded, tracing patterns across the condensation covering the bottle.

“Did you know them?”

“No. At least, I don’t think I did.”

“So, why did they make you uncomfortable? Did they say anything to you?”

“They were on the other side of the tent. They didn’t do anything other than look at me. It’s hard to explain, but just seeing them made me ten times more nervous than I usually am before performances.”

She knocked back her beer. Nodding as she contemplated what I was telling her.

“Were they attractive?”

The question caught me off guard. My eyes lifting to hers as I hiked an eyebrow her direction.

“All I’m suggesting is that maybe you were nervous because you thought they were attractive, and you didn’t want to mess up in front of them.”

“No, it was different. Yes, they were attractive, but my nerves weren’t because of that. They just didn’t feel normal.”

“Y/N… we live and work for a circus. We’re hardly ever around anyone normal.”

She had a point. I couldn’t argue with her there. But even with that being the case, it wasn’t anything like I felt around other carnival workers and performers. In my gut I knew something was wrong with those two, but I didn’t have the words to explain it either. At least not in a way that would make sense to Aliya.

“You’re right. I just let my emotions get the better of me. I’ll be better tomorrow.”

Aliya leaned forward across the bar. Laying her hand on top of mine as she gave me a tightlipped smile.

“Listen, next time you see them. Let me know and I’ll take care of it. Okay?”

I nodded, doing my best to give her a genuine smile in return, but it felt forced even to me. The timer dinged, signaling that the pizza was done. I was internally grateful because pizza meant we could eat in silence and I wouldn’t have to dwell on this conversation any longer. But even though outward discussion was curbed while we ate, my mind wouldn’t give it a rest. It kept replaying the moment they watched me over and over. Like a scratched DVD that kept skipping over the same part indefinitely, never to get on with the rest of the story.

The whole ordeal was making me even more tired. Therefore, I excused myself from the bar, bidding Aliya a goodnight and that I’d see her tomorrow before heading to bed with only half of my part of the pizza finished. My feet dragged down the hall to my room, shutting the door behind me quietly as I lumbered to my bed. Unconsciously, my eyes drifted towards the window, peeking through the open curtains to find my neighbor’s window. Dark with curtains drawn again. Same way it has been the past several days. I sighed heavily, flopping back onto my bed and staring up at my ceiling. It was probably for the best anyway. It wasn’t exactly appropriate to be spying on neighbors as I had been. I needed to shake these unhealthy obsessions, starting now. No more sneaking out at night, spying on people, or thinking about any of the mysterious men I seemed to be running into lately. With a new resolve, I shimmied the blankets out from under me and flicked the lamp next to my bed off, falling asleep in record time with the exhausting last week and a half.

I groaned, a shiver wracking through my body forcing me to tug my blanket closer. It didn’t budge much, being pinned by something unrelenting. I pulled harder, thinking it was caught on the bottom of my bed frame or something, but no matter how much I yanked on it, it didn’t move. I blearily opened my eyes, room dark except for the few waning streams of moonlight coming in through the window. My bedroom window that the curtains were mostly drawn before I had gone to bed, but were now open, fluttering in the breeze floating in from the open pane.

It took my brain much too long to process that information. My hand came up, rubbing my eyes that squinted through the darkness to verify what I was seeing. I lifted my head, reaching out, intending to flick the switch on my lamp until a hand wrapped around my wrist halting my movements. Followed by a body settling further into mine at my back as they tugged me back to them.

“Aliya?” I mumble sleepily.

I try to roll over, but the weight against my back prevents me from doing so. My sleep addled mind wonders why she’s here, in my room. My initial thoughts leading me to believe that something might be wrong. A hand snacks around me, my mind a little too slow on the uptake to realize the hand was much too large to be Aliya’s until it covered my mouth. The panic set in almost immediately. The haziness clouding my head making it so much harder to comprehend exactly what was happening.

“Shh.” The voice was like warm, liquid honey entering my ears.

The breath that ghosted across my cheek sent shivers through me. But nothing was more spine chilling than the other hand that caressed through my hair softly. I reached behind me, ready to fend off whoever had snuck into my room, but they were quicker.

The body over me, dropped their weight onto me instantaneously, ripping the blankets off me just as efficiently. The additional weight punching the breath out of my lungs in a soft grunt muffled by the palm still over my mouth. No matter how much I tried turning my head to see whoever had snuck in, they kept my head firmly pinned against my pillows and purposely stayed out of sight of my peripherals. Experiencing the full mass of this person made me realize they were much larger than me. Much larger and male by the deep chuckle that followed.

“Just as feisty as I remember you pet” He murmured, lips brushing the shell of my ear.

The tip of his nose trailed over my temple and across my cheek as he tilted my head to gain access to my neck. His hair tickled my flesh where it followed him down my face. I squirmed beneath his body, half in an attempt to escape him and as a way to distract myself from the feelings his touch had started to evoke within me.

Part of me wanted to melt into his touch. But the other, much more rational part screamed at me to fight. To figure out who the fuck this was and why he was here. His free hand began to scorch my skin where it caressed every inch of exposed flesh it could reach. My body temperature skyrocketing for reasons other than just fear at this point.

I wanted to be mad at myself for it. For finding pleasure in the touch of someone who had snuck into my room and did so without permission. Was touching me without my permission. But this was the first time, ever, that a man’s touch made me feel more than just platonic towards them. The oversized shirt I had worn to bed had risen in my pitiful attempt at getting away.

His touch hungrily covering whatever skin he could before deciding it wasn’t enough. He pushed it up higher, exposing my mid to lower back to cool air, sending goosebumps over my arms. His arm laid over the backs of my shoulders, effectively pinning me to the bed to keep me trapped under him if I were even trying to get out in the first place.

I wish I could say I was one of those people that did try to do everything in their power to fight. But my survival skills were sorely lacking in this situation. That odd sense of familiarity rearing its ugly head again and whispering for me to give in. Let this man, whoever he may be, do whatever he wanted to me. And while it wasn’t logical, in fact, even I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that this was wrong and I was being an idiot, the thrill I got from his presence and the desire I felt under his touch outweighed any other rationale.

I imagined myself to be immune to the advances of all men minus my neighbor across the way. The way this man stoked the fire within me was quickly proving me wrong and I relished in that fire. So much so that I didn’t care who he was or why he was here. So long as he kept touching me. The first touch of his lips along my spine had my fingers curling into my sheets tightly. My breath hitched and my heart pounded harder under my ribs.

The hand he still had covering my mouth caught a whimper as he dragged his tongue over my skin this time. My back arched and I squeezed my eyes closed, one hand releasing the sheets to search for him blindly. My hand found purchase on what felt like the outside of one of his thighs. The smooth material of his pants stretched taut over his lower body where he straddled me. He pulled away; his warmth gone for only a second before his hot breath brushed over my ear again.

“I’m going to let go now. If you scream, I stop. Do you want me to stop?”

Yes. No. My two halves waged war with each other. Unfortunately for my mind, my body had the upper hand. The lust and adrenaline overtaking everything else and having me shake my head before I could think better of it. I felt his lips curl up in a smirk, his hand snaking its way up my spine to bury in my hair as he hummed in delight.

“You want more?” his voice was husky, deeper than anything I’d ever heard.

Certainly not the masked man from that night. This tone was much deeper. Then again, it could just be heaviness of his own desire that seeped into his voice, dropping it lower than normal. Not that it mattered. His question echoed in my ears. God, I was one fucked up person because I did. I wanted so much more from this stranger. One I couldn’t even see properly under the lack of light and awkward angle I was sprawled in under him. I nodded, almost desperately, earning me a dark chuckle that shot tingles all over.

True to his word, the hand over my mouth vanished. I took in a shuddering breath and tried to look behind me to see him, but the hand still buried in my hair tightened, preventing me from looking behind me at all. Quiet shuffling over me had me desperately wishing I could see what was happening. Pretty soon I was wishing I could see anything at all as a scrap of fabric laid itself over my eyes, plunging me further into darkness and snuffing out the meager light I had to begin with.

“Wh-“ the finger that was laid over my lips cut me off.

“Don’t want to ruin our fun too soon, do we?” he crooned, swiping his thumb across my bottom lip.

He tied the blindfold over my eyes with ease. The practiced movements making me wonder just how often he did this. But I quickly shook those thoughts away. No use in dwelling on that. All that mattered was that he was here now. Once secured, he flipped me onto my back. The sudden movement making my head spin, even more so without being able to focus on anything to steady my equilibrium.

I reached out, trying to get my bearings, but my hands were seized. His fingers wrapping around my wrists tightly and pinning them to the pillow above my head. His position over me shifted. One knee moving between my thighs, so he now straddled only one of my legs. Just having part of him so close to my center, along with the knowledge that this new position somehow made me feel even more vulnerable than before, had me wet.

Soaked might be a better word to describe it since the material was beginning to feel uncomfortably damp. The first press of his knee against my core elicited a soft moan from me. My hips bucked against it, looking for friction. His breath escaped him heavily as he pressed into me harder, his thigh flush against my weeping center. I worked my hips against it wantonly, my body buzzing with the promise of the release he was offering me. He hummed, moving both of my wrists to one hand as his other drifted down my body, delighting in the skin he could feel under his palm.

“It’s been too long pet.” He mumbled huskily, leaning his body further into mine before cupping one of my breasts.

I arched into the touch, my moan coming out softly, too scared that he would stop if I was too loud.

“So long, but your body still remembers me.”

The words came out much too affectionately for someone who I supposedly didn’t know. He dragged me down the bed, tilting my hips up with his one free hand to sit higher up his thigh as he helped me grind against him. I whimpered at the jolt of pleasure with every drag of my clit over his leg.

“That’s it pet. Take your pleasure from me. Show me how much you missed my touch.”

He worked my hips over him harder, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent as I chased my release. His cock laying heavily on top of my thigh, his hips thrusting helplessly every so often for friction of his own. His lips came down on my jaw, nipping it gently.

“How long has it been for you?”

My capacity to answer was limited with my orgasm so close. My head swimming in nothing but the urge to cum. His hand covered my bare stomach, pushing my hips down into the bed to stop my movements. With the stimulation gone, I whined in frustration, attempting to lift them again only to be halted again.

“Answer me pet. When was the last time someone fucked you?”

I shook my head, tears building behind the blindfold as my pussy throbbed, aching for more.

“Years.” I choked out. “I can’t remember the last time.”

“You mean to tell me all the times he snuck into your room he never laid his hands on you?” he chuckled darkly. “Bastard has better self-control than me.”

My brows furrowed in confusion, even though he couldn’t see it.

“Who? What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, let me take care of you.” He shushed me, hand leaving my stomach to trace across my lips. “I’ll give you what you need.”

He pulled my hips high on his thigh again, gently rocking me into motion again. The brief reprieve only made the grinding even more intense. The ecstasy clouding my thoughts chased away any other potential questions I could have had. Questions that quite possibly could’ve been quite pertinent to ask, but it had been too long since someone had their hands on me. And I was a weak being. A slave to the feelings he unleashed on me. I bucked against him, a cry bubbling out of me when I couldn’t meet that crest myself.

“Please.” I begged, fingers curling into my own palms, no doubt leaving crescent indentations.

“Please what pet?”

“Fuck me. Please fuck me. I need you.”

His answering groan was deep and harsh, the sound sending arousal to pool between my legs. His grip on my wrists tightened, a growl working its way up his chest before reverberating through the room softly.

“I can’t. If I fuck you now, they’ll smell me on you. The last thing I need is for Jin to kick my ass if he found out I was here.”

Jin. The name was foreign and familiar at the same time. I knew I had heard of it somewhere, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember. But I also wasn’t trying too hard at the moment. Right now, I needed this mystery man to bring me to my release. I could worry about the name later.

“Don’t fret though pet. I’ll make sure you finish.” He cooed, letting his weight fall on me a bit more. “But first, I need you to promise me something.”

I licked my lips, nodding before I could think. I felt his fingers run across my cheek, cupping it softly as his thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth.

“When the day comes that I can have you openly, I need to be first. Your thighs should spread for no man except me until I’m able to claim this pussy and every male will know who you belong to. Promise me that pet.”

My breath hitched at his words. Though it wasn’t explicitly stated, he’s admitting that this wouldn’t be the last time. He wouldn’t give me the best orgasm I’d had and disappear into the night. That thought was way more comforting than it probably should have been. His hand slipped between us, fingers pressing firmly against my clit making my toes curl.

“Promise. Me.” He snarled, pushing his hand under my sleep shorts so skin met skin.

“I promise!” I whispered harshly, tilting my hips to give him better access.

He dipped two fingers into my opening, pumping them in and out rapidly and curling the tips to feel for that spongy patch that would eventually send me into oblivion. The second he found it, my body arched and he abused it, not giving me any reprieve as he continued to pummel me with pleasure. The heel of his hand ground against my clit, gliding easily through my folds to find it with how wet I was.

I threw my head back, vaguely aware that my noises were getting louder, his hard breathing only audible between my own as he thrust his own hips into my thigh. He dropped his head, hair tickling my chin as he closed his lips around one of my nipples through my shirt. The heat and wetness my undoing as I came on his fingers. My high-pitched moan muffled as he pulled out of my underwear and shoved the two fingers he had inside me into my mouth. He pressed his thigh against my pussy again, rubbing over my sensitive clit to work me through my orgasm even with the absence of his fingers. I sucked on his fingers, swirling my tongue around them as he pushed them further into my mouth. My head swam in post-orgasmic bliss, his motions slowing before halting altogether and sliding his fingers from my mouth. He released my wrists, my mind vaguely registering the tingling in them that alerted me to the fact that I needed to get some blood flowing back into them.

I moved to take the blindfold off, but his hands caught mine once more.

“Don’t take it off until I’m gone.” He murmured, placing a gentle kiss over both eyelids over the blindfold. “Remember your promise pet. I don’t take too kindly to someone who doesn’t honor their word.”

I nodded, letting the fabric slip from my fingers as I let it go. Instead, I reached out blindly, holding my hand out to him hoping he’d let me touch him this time. I felt his large palm cover the back of mine, holding onto me softly as he brought my hand to his cheek. I let my hand trace his features. Trying to map out a sketch of what he looked like through touch. His nose, lips, jaw, eyebrows, chin, whatever I could touch freely. I let my fingers linger over his mouth, pressing into the plush pillows under them. I felt his smirk curl one corner of his mouth, my fingers following the movement until he turned his head to kiss them.

“Can I know your name?” I whispered, taking a couple of errant strands of his hair between my fingers and rubbing them together, loving the softness of it.

It was long, wavy and somewhat unmanaged, although that could just be because of what had transpired between us.

“You’ll know it soon enough.” He sighed, kissing my fingers again. “Until then, wait for me.”

With those words, he lifted himself off me. I listened carefully, assuming I’d be able to hear him as he left. But there was nothing. No shuffling, no footsteps, no breathing. Just silence. Hesitantly, I brought my hands up. Pulling the blindfold up over my eyes and blinking fast to try to clear some of the blurriness from them. The room was still dark, the moonlight barely improving visibility as I scanned my eyes through my room. Empty. He was gone. The window that had been open was now securely shut.

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Not having anything better to do while waiting for them to finish, I picked up my yarn to kill some time before Jin came to find me to discuss what he had wanted to earlier.

“What is it?” Kook asked, watching my hands work.

“I’m making beanies and mittens for all of you. I’ve always wanted to try making them and you guys are the perfect excuse for me to practice it.”

That brought a smile to Jungkook’s face. His large body scooting in closer to get a better look at what I was doing.

“You’re making them for us?”

“Yeah. You guys get me gifts all the time, so this is the least I can do in return. I don’t have much money to spend, but I can try to make something you’ll like by hand.”

“Well, I love it. And I’m sure the others will too.”

I looked at him with a wry smile. “You’re easy to please.”

One of his fingers hooked under my chin, pulling my face closer to his.

“Mmm, you’re right. I am.” He hummed, closing the distance between us.

He tasted like the brandy he’d had at dinner. An intoxicating mixture of Jungkook and alcohol that made me feel as if I could get drunk off it. His grip moved from my chin to the back of my neck, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and slide his tongue between my parted lips. Project being the last thing on my mind, I blindly shoved it off my lap, not caring where it ended up. I shifted my body towards Kookie, looking for a better angle to kiss him when he made that decision for me. One of his large hands grabbed my thigh, dragging it to him and over his lap making me straddle him. My hands quickly found his hair, burying my fingers into the lush strands and pulling gently, just enough to tilt his head back so I could plunder his mouth this time.

He let me explore, choosing to slide his hands under the hemline of my shorts, fingertips teasing the edges of my underwear. A sharp slap to my ass caught me off guard. My gasp getting lost in Kook’s mouth at the same time I smushed my body into his to escape the hit. I pulled away, looking behind me to find Jimin standing there, grinning cheekily.

“You going to start something else in the middle of the living room without inviting me again?”

“You’re telling me that the one you rubbed out earlier wasn’t enough for you?” I teased back, leaning into him as he stepped up behind me.

“When it comes to you. Nothing is ever enough.” He breathed, smashing his lips to mine.

His hands found my hips, pushing them into Jungkook’s and starting a slow grind between us. Kookie let out a loud sigh, hands fisting my panties beneath my shorts as he let his head fall onto the back of the couch.

“Besides, Kook was with me too. You can’t only give me shit for it.” He grinned against my lips before diving in again.

Jimin savored our kiss, taking his own sweet time with it along with the forced motion of my hips. Soon enough, the pleasure he was spiking within my own body had me moving my hips myself. Now that I was taking over, Jimin’s hands moved. They snaked up along my hips and sides to cup my breasts. Taking them in hand and rubbing my nipples through my shirt and bra. I was already so turned on that even through two layers of clothing, the sensitivity I felt with each brush of his fingers rocked through me. I arched into his touch, begging for more just as someone cleared their throat. Jimin and I broke away from each other, my grind into Kook halting as well much to his displeasure.

“I figured I’d interrupt before things got too far.” Namjoon chuckled, dimples on full display.

As disappointed as I was, it was probably for the best. They did want to talk. My pout didn’t last long though. Namjoon shouldered his way between Jimin and I, scooping me up in the next motion. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him carry me to one of the other couches where he plopped down with me in his lap. Jungkook and Jimin both voiced complaints, Jungkook especially as he squirmed in his seat trying to conceal the tent in his pants.

“I don’t want to hear it. You two have been with her all day. Let me have my time.”

With that they couldn’t argue. Jimin huffily taking a seat next to Kookie just as Hoseok and Yoongi walked in. Hobi saw the empty seat next to Namjoon and I, quickly bounding over to claim it along with a quick kiss on my forehead.

“All done?”

“All done. Jin and Tae are putting the last of it away as we speak and then they’ll be in.”

Yoongi took it upon himself to pick up the project I had ditched mid-makeout session with Kook. He attempted to untangle what he had, but only made it worse the more he tried, eventually giving up and setting it on the table for me to deal with later. I made myself comfortable on Namjoon. Honestly, it’s easy to do with how big he is. I fit my head right under his chin, content with soaking in his warmth while I watched Hoseok scroll through his phone. Every once in a while he would pause and show me whatever had popped up in his feed.

Sometimes they’d be funny videos or some kind of post related to his job or a DIY project which I found out some time ago that he purposely followed a few pages to find ideas for us to try together. Currently, we had settled on making a planter’s box to put in my workshop back home. We had gotten all the materials right before we left, so we haven’t been able to put it together yet, but that was first thing on our list when we returned. He leaned over, showing me a couple of ideas for colors that he thought would go well with the color scheme of the room when Jin and Taehyung made it in.

“Good, everyone’s already here.” Jin smiled, sitting across from me.

Taehyung took a seat on the floor in front of me. He reached for one of my hands, setting in on top of his head and relaxing into Namjoon’s legs as I began kneading my fingers through his hair.

“I know we have plans to celebrate in town at Carnival tomorrow evening, but there’s something we wanted to talk with you about.”

I stopped what I was doing, looking up to Jin who still had a smile on his face although it appeared more nervous now than it did a few moments ago. Taehyung softly grunted, nudging my hand to get me to continue. A quick glance around the room showed everyone else had similar expressions, ranging from anxious to serious which didn’t do much to ease my own anxiety.

“Okay. Is something wrong? You guys are scaring me a little.”

Jin’s eyes widened before he put his hands out and waved them frantically.

“No no. Nothing’s wrong. We just wanted to clarify what you’re expecting tomorrow night is all. It’s a big celebration and there will be lots of people, we’d understand if you’d rather not spend it with all of us in that case.”

My brows furrowed in confusion.

“Well, I didn’t really have someone else in mind to spend it with.” I said slowly, still not comprehending.

Did he expect me to want to go by myself? When we made plans, I had made plans for the group, not just me. Yoongi sighed, tossing Jin an exasperated look.

“You’re explaining this terribly.”

“He wants to know if you want all of us there, or if you’d rather just take one or two of us.” Namjoon clarified above me.

I pulled out from under him. Pushing off his chest to look at him incredulously, before verifying with the others. They all silently nodded, waiting for my answer.

“What? Of course, I want all of you to go! Did you honestly expect me to pick and choose some of you?”

“Not, pick and choose per se, but like I said, it’s a big crowd and we would understand if that might be a little overwhelming or embarrassing for you to be seen with all of us in a romantic setting given that our relationship is a little uno-“

“Whoa whoa whoa.” I cut him off.

I was off Namjoon’s lap in the next second, padding to the front of the room. Everyone was silent, choosing to watch me as I paced in front of them. Of all the things I wondered would be brought up in this conversation, this had never crossed my mind. I didn’t ever question the soundness of our relationship and the fact that they were now was a little disappointing. Not because of them, but because I was rolling through every conversation, wondering if there was ever something I said that could possibly make them think I’d be ashamed for others to know about us, or see us together.

I huffed a laugh, coming up empty. Determining that stewing over it myself wouldn’t help matters in the slightest, I turned back to them to meet each of theirs gaze individually.

“Was there something I did, or said that makes you all think that I would be embarrassed or ashamed to be with any of you or all of you?”

“Of course not.” Namjoon said sternly, sitting up straighter in his seat at the realization of where my mind was taking me. “We just know how this arrangement looks to everyone else. We don’t want to put you in a situation where you could become uncomfortable just because we’re selfish with our desires.”

“Have I ever seemed uncomfortable with it before?”

“No, but there’s also been very few instances where we’ve all been together.” Hoseok pointed out. “And none of them had been in a romantic setting where we would want to be close to you.”

They were right. Although we had been out together multiple times, whether it be all of us or a small handful, it wasn’t as a group in an intimate way. Most of the time we spent together in public could have been written off as nothing more than friendly. The fact that I hadn’t realized that until now astounded me. I had never realized the extra precautions they took when we were together to make it seem like a normal relationship to others. Our day on the beach today was the first time more than one of them had ever publicly initiated something that could be seen as more.

This was them asking me if it would be okay for them to treat me as they do at home. To hug me and kiss me, hold my hand or pull me close even in middle of a crowd of onlookers. A way for them to know whether I’d be okay with other people seeing us in such an intimate way. It was all starting to click and before anything could be misconstrued, I needed to address it.

“Okay. First of all, let’s get this straight. Under no circumstances, ever, would I be ashamed to be seen with any of you. That includes each of you individually, some of you together, or everyone collectively. I have never been embarrassed by what we have. Conventional or not, it doesn’t matter to me what other people think because all that matters is what I have with you. I don’t share the feelings I have with you guys with strangers, so why the fuck would their opinion of me or what I’m doing matter?”

A couple of them smirked, Yoongi’s chuckle cutting into my pause, but I wasn’t finished.

“Secondly, I don’t want to hear anything about me picking or choosing any of you. You can’t ask that of me, and I would never do it. I love all of you too much to even entertain the idea.”

The second the words left me, I slapped my hands over my mouth. Eyes widening as everyone looked to me, but three heads in particular nearly gave me whiplash with how fast they met my gaze. Three of the seven men in the room who didn’t know my feelings. I froze, unable to even breath as I held my breath waiting for someone else to say something. Anything. I barely registered the movement of Jimin’s lips as he opened them to speak.

“What did you just say?”

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Shadows we trust - @remedyx

★ Ot7×reader | Dark Circus/Carnival Romance.

Boyfriend for hire - @remedyx

★BTS Ot7 x Reader | mature themed, fluff, poly relationship.

Bloody Love... - @hongjoongscafe

★Jungkook × mc | angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

ONESHOTS

Jack-in-the-box - @missdreamshade

★Jung Hoseok x reader | yandere au + monster/demon au + imaginary friend au

number 7; m | jjk -@sparklingchim

★Jungkook×reader | hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

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𐐘💥╾━╤デ╦︻ඞා

BTS SERIES

Shadows we trust - @remedyx

★ Ot7×reader | Dark Circus/Carnival Romance.

Boyfriend for hire - @remedyx

★BTS Ot7 x Reader | mature themed, fluff, poly relationship.

Bloody Love... - @hongjoongscafe

★Jungkook × mc | angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

ONESHOTS

Jack-in-the-box - @missdreamshade

★Jung Hoseok x reader | yandere au + monster/demon au + imaginary friend au

number 7; m | jjk -@sparklingchim

★Jungkook×reader | hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

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