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Hoseok: Hopeful Hearts

꧁ Hopeful Hearts ꧂

ᥫ᭡ AU: Single Parent

ᥫ᭡ Themes: Hallmark Movie / Back to Hometown

ᥫ᭡ Kinks: Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms,Cuddling

Written For the @bangtanwritershq Hobuary Challenge Event

~2984 words~

After a nasty divorce, Jane and her 10 year old son, Jake, moved back to the hometown she fled as a wild teenager to follow the love of her life.

The last decade hadn’t been easy. In fact, Jake’s dad was serving time in prison for armed robbery and working on getting himself sober. They hadn’t seen him in a few years, so getting the divorce to go through was fairly simple.

Jane grew and learned a lot throughout those years, and sometimes it felt like she and Jake were both growing up together.

The church ladies had a field day when they saw the moving van drive through town on its way to her parents house, and the gossip channels went wild.

They’d barely parked the U-Haul when the first one popped up in the yard to welcome Jane back, asking all manner of kind, but intrusive questions.

She just smiled and gave her the most generic answer she could… the truth.

“Well, Mrs. Johnson, you know my dad broke his leg pretty bad skiing, and he needs some help with the shop, so he asked us to come help him out. I’m sorry to answer and run like this, but we have a lot of work to do before dark. Have a great day!”

Mrs. Johnson was on the phone with Mrs. Moore before Jane had the first box off of the truck, and the official town gossip phone tree was officially in use.

They’d only just got the last box in the spare room she’d be sleeping in when Mrs. Brisbane was at the door with a casserole.

“I keep them in the freezer for occasions like these! Welcome home!”

Once the woman was gone, though, Jane’s mother, Carol, threw the dish in the trash.

“This looks like it’s been in the freezer for ten years. Sweet lady. She means well.”

Instead, they had pizza for dinner and hit the sack early. They were exhausted, and had a lot of errands to run the next day.

After taking the U-haul to the rental agency, and doing some grocery shopping, Jane and Jake went to the family hardware store, Smith Hardware, with her dad, Bob, to see what needed done before they opened on Monday.

Jane did her best to ignore the looks she got from seemingly every person they passed. Jake was curious, though, “Mom? Why are these people looking at us like that?”

She sighed , irritated at the local busybodies that made it necessary to explain these things to her son.

“Well Jake, when I was a teenager I was a little wild according to their standards. And the fact that I ran off with your father right after I graduated made me a legend to the gossips in this town.”

“A legend?” Jake nodded his head, “My mom is a legend. I like it.”

Jane laughed. She loved her son. He was laid back and had a great sense of humor.

Monday morning Jake started at his new school and Jane opened the hardware store. Her father insisted he be on site in case she needed anything, and hobbled back to the office where he laid on the couch and watched movies most of the day.

Jane spent many hours working in the store when she was younger, so she knew the lay of the land and was comfortable with her tasks.

What she was uncomfortable with was the customers. The older folks came in out of curiosity, wanting to find out more about Bob and Carol’s wayward daughter’s grand return.

The customers that were around her age came in to eye her as competition or see if she was up for a date. Hell, even her ex-husband's old friends came by to see what she was up to.

By the time it was time to close up shop, Jane was emotionally exhausted. She pulled the car around front and went in to collect her dad. She got him in the car and locked the store door.

When she turned back to the car, she saw a man she didn’t know talking to her father. Bob was jovial and laughing, “Jane! Come meet Hoseok! He owns the florist shop next door.”

The man turned and Jane was met with a bright, happy smile, and friendly eyes.

“Hello,” the man said as he reached to shake her hand, “My name is Hoseok.”

She took his hand and smiled back, “Jane. Nice to meet you.”

He pointed to the building next to the hardware store, “That’s my shop, Sunshine Flowers. Stop in and say hi any time.”

Always one for a good conversation, Bob jumped in,

“Janey, Hoseok also has a son around Jake’s age. What is he now? 8? 9?”

“Henry just turned 10 last month.”

“10? Already? My grandson Jake is 10, as well. I’ll have to ask him if Henry is in his class.” Bob looked at Jane, “Hoseok volunteers at the rec center. He coaches most of the sports teams down there.”

Hoseok smiled, “I just like to be involved with my son’s interests. It’s a huge plus that it helps the community, as well.”

Jane was impressed, “Jake loves sports. I’ll bring him by the rec center this weekend, see if we can't find something he likes.”

They bid each other a good evening and went their separate ways, though Bob couldn’t stop talking about Hoseok, regaling Jane with the many ways he was a good man all the way home.

The rest of that week, Hoseok stopped in the store here and there to say hi, and even brought coffee when he was finished with his daily deliveries. She liked him. It was refreshing to be able to relax around someone who didn’t know her in this town.

Sure, the locals had filled him in with her so-called salacious past, but he only moved there 8 years prior, and didn’t bear witness to her mistakes.

Jake and Henry made fast friends, and were inseparable. They both spent many hours at the stores, and having a friend so close made it a lot more fun. They joined every sports team they could find, and Jane was more than thankful for Hoseok adding her son to his carpool. Jake never missed out on anything those days she was unable to leave the store and her parents were busy.

“That Hoseok is a wonderful young man,” Carol beamed one afternoon. She’d brought lunch and passed him on her way in, “Very sweet and dependable.” She looked conspiratorially at Jane, “And very handsome.”

Jane laughed, “He sure is.” She could see right through her mother’s meddling ways. The woman was thrilled that Jane made friends with the friendly man, and that Jake was spending so much time with a man she felt was such a great mentor.

Carol dropped hints left and right that Jane ought to be dating such a catch, and even got the boys involved in her schemes.

Jake and Henry decided that they would make excellent brothers, and enthusiastically joined in on Carol’s scheming.

Jane and Hoseok thought their conniving was entertaining. They flirted plenty, but neither seemed willing to take the next step so they settled on forming a close friendship, instead.

A few months later, Bob was all healed up and able to walk again. After being cooped up for so long, a tragedy in his mind, he planned a long weekend camping trip for himself, Carol, Jake and Henry.

“I want to take the boys fishing. They need the fresh air. Experience the outdoors.”

They were so excited about the idea that Jane and Hoseok just laughingly agreed to let them go.

When Bob and Carol stocked up the RV and left with the kids, Hoseok turned to Jane,

“Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? I was thinking about making some kimchi fried rice.”

“Sure! What can I bring?”

“Just yourself.”

“Hmmm. That doesn’t seem fair. How about wine?”

Hoseok laughed, “Ok. bring the wine, 5 o’clock work for you?”

Jane showed up at Hoseok’s house at 4:55 with a bottle of his favorite wine in hand. Apparently he’s the only one in this small town that drinks that particular brand, because the clerk knew exactly who it was for.

Dinner was delicious, and the couple quite enjoyed having time together without the kids around.

Hoseok was all smiles as they cleared the table after dinner, “You’ve been here so many times, but I’ve never given you a tour of the greenhouses! Would you like to take a look? I need to check them before it gets dark, anyway.”

The greenhouses were just across the yard, huge and filled to the brim with the most beautiful flowers Jane had ever seen. The smell when Hoseok opened the door was a mix of sweet flowers and wet soil. He took her hand and led her around, explaining the flowers that had special needs versus the easier plants to grow. He even plucked a particularly pretty purple blossom and put it in her hair, just above her ear.

Jane smiled shyly and tried not to giggle at Hoseok’s attention. He smiled back and took her hand again,

“Jane? I really like you. And I think you might feel the same about me. I don’t want to make things awkward, especially with the boys being so close, but I would really like to be with you.”

Jane tilted her head to the side, “Be with me?”

He nodded his head hopefully, “Yeah. Be with you.”

“You are with me.”

Hoseok laughed, “No. I mean be together. As a couple. Date. See where our relationship goes from there.”

He took her hand and led her to a fire pit he had set up in the backyard. The pit was surrounded by stone, and the ground around it was brick. The benches surrounding it were roughly carved from logs, and large enough for at least four people each to relax comfortably.

Hoseok lit the fire while Jane refilled their wine, and it wasn’t long before the new couple was snuggled up together watching the flames, talking about nothing and everything at once.

He was the perfect gentleman. At the end of the evening, he placed the sweetest kiss on her cheek after walking her to her car… and that was it. There was no expectation of more from her, other than asking if she wanted to have dinner again the next night.

It blew Jane’s mind.

As she lay in bed that night thinking the entire evening over, she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face. Hoseok was handsome, caring, sweet, and responsible. He was a great father to Henry, and easily took on the role of pseudo dad for the boys around town that, like Jake, didn’t have a father in their lives.

Although Jane had a reputation in that town, she really was fairly innocent. Her ex was the only man she’d ever actually been with, and her experiences being married to him made her think that she wasn’t going to be one of those people that’s just lucky with love.

But cuddling up with Hoseok by the fire made her want to try again. Really try. Not just a date here and there, but an actual relationship.

Her body tingled in ways she hadn’t felt in years. She rolled over and internally laughed for already getting ahead of herself.

Two hours later, Jane woke from a particularly hot dream featuring herself and Hoseok in one of his greenhouses. She was covered with sweat and severely frustrated. She moaned and rolled to her back, noting as she moved that her inner thighs were even more sweaty than the rest of her body. It wasn’t until she kicked the covers off and her body started to cool that she realized that her panties were soaked through.

She lifted her hips and slid off the offending material before tossing them to the side. Laying in bed in just a t-shirt felt naughty. Like she was exposed to the world, when in reality Jane was all alone, in the dark, where no one would be able to see her.

It’d been a long time since she’d been naked for any other reason than bathing.

Huffing out a breath, Jane brought her arm up and laid it over her eyes. The dream replayed across her closed eyelids like a movie screen.

Hoseok placed the flower behind her ear and kissed her. One of his hands slid into her hair while the other was planted firmly on the small of her back. His tongue was simultaneously rough and smooth in a way she thought would only happen in a dream. She felt every single move it made against her own. The nerve endings in her entire body seemed to feel it as they slid against each other. The taste of him was heavenly.

Her hand slid up to softly caress her own breast as she tried to recall the exact flavor. She giggled, feeling like a sommelier describing the notes in the wine.

Dream Hoseok only pulled his lips far enough away from hers to whisper her name.

She rolled her nipple between her fingers and moaned at the quiet way “Jane” blew past his full lips. Would she ever get to hear it in real life?

Jane could almost feel the way he nibbled down the side of her throat as his hand slid from her back to the side of her thigh. Dream Hoseok slowly bunched up the material of the mid-length summer dress she was wearing until his hand could caress bare skin. That hand slid back and cusped her bottom as his lips found hers again.

His kisses were passionate and all consuming as he lifted her leg to wrap around his waist. When she almost lost her footing, he stopped and lowered her to the lush grass that grew in between the flower boxes.

Jane didn’t hesitate for a second in that dream. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted Hoseok.

As her hand slid down her torso to touch the wetness the dream left behind, Dream Jane reached out to caress the hard length pressing against his linen pants. Hoseok’s sharp inhale at her touch made her clench, both in the dream and in real life. His nostrils flared and he lunged forward to take her lips in another heated kiss as his hips cradled between hers. The hardness she had in her hand a moment before was suddenly pressed to her most intimate place.

It was hot and thick, and when Hoseok’s hips moved with the same motion as his tongue, it pressed her panties into her softest flesh and added extra sensation as he rocked into her.

Just the idea of what that might actually feel like, along with the feeling of her middle finger circling her clit, made Jane moan a little louder.

Dream Hoseok groaned when she grabbed his ass and pulled him into her even harder, “Jane, I need to see you. I need to taste you. Worship you like you deserve.”

He kissed and nibbled down her throat, paying close attention to her clavicle, all the while keeping his cock snugly rubbing against her clit.

He grabbed the front of the material covering her bosom and wrenched it apart, sending buttons flying in all directions.

Her back arched off the bed as her breasts were exposed in the dream and she fought to catch her breath. She truly felt the cool air caressing her nipples, which took the erotic feeling up several notches.

Not able to help herself, Jane slid two fingers inside her pussy… The first time she’d been penetrated in far too long.

Dream Hoseok dove right in, kissing every inch of exposed skin. His lips and teeth worked to make sure no part of her was left untouched. He grabbed her panties and tore them away from her body with a growl. He stood and rid himself of clothing and was back on his knees between her legs before she could even feel the cool air.

“I want to do everything to you and with you. I want to make you cum. I want every orgasm to be mine.” He held his unprotected cock and circled the tip around in the wetness of her pussy without taking his eyes off of hers. He pushed inside and smiled at her gasp.

Jane pulled her fingers out and continued to circle her clit. She was sweating now, and starting to shake. The tingling feeling of lightning was beginning to build in the base of her spine.

Dream Hoseok owned her body. Everything he did to her seemed to drag more orgasms out of her. Jane was glad it was a dream, because she wasn’t sure if she’d actually survive having that many orgasms in that short amount of time.

By the time Dream Hoseok leaned down and breathed in her ear, “I”m going to cum inside you Jane. I’m going to fill you full, and you’ll be mine,”

She was more than ready to let go. As he let loose in the dream, Jane let loose in real life. Her body shook and throat let out noises she’d never been known to make.

Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest and she struggled to catch her breath. Her hand was just as soaked as her panties were.

She giggled into the darkness and gave herself a few minutes of afterglow before she went to get cleaned up.

Maybe it was time to trust another man. Maybe Hoseok will be the man she’d always hoped for. As she settled back down to sleep, she hoped for another dream like that and couldn’t wait for their next date.

꧁ End ꧂

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noonastooneshots · 3 years ago

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Curator (Namjoon x Jimin)

꧁ Curator ꧂

ᥫ᭡ A MiniMoni Ship written for Mei (twt) @blue_whale52 as part of the

(twt) @bangtanwriterHQ Boy With Luv Valentines Event.

ᥫ᭡ 995 words ᥫ᭡ AU type: Strangers to Lovers

There comes a time in people’s lives when things change. Things you never expected. In ways you never saw coming.

Namjoon stood sipping his champagne and watching the crowd. As curator of this museum, he enjoyed his work. He loved art in every form, and the opportunity to show the works of artists, both renowned and unknown, was always exciting.

What wasn’t exciting, though, was the tedious job of holding openings, where the same people who thought they were more cultured than everyone else arrived time after time and stood around trying to show exactly how much more they knew than the next person.

It was the social event of the season… and Namjoon was over it.

He smiled politely and answered questions that arose, but mostly made an effort to be in the background. He used to enjoy walking around, listening to conversations, keen to know what the patrons thought of the art, only to be disappointed.

These people didn’t know art. They knew status. They wanted to own pieces because that’s what people did, not because they loved it.

It was disheartening.

As he was staring at one of the pieces that stirred feelings of joy in him, a glow in his peripheral caught Namjoon’s attention. He looked over and froze.

A man he’d never seen before sauntered into the room like it was his own runway. Confidence and sex appeal oozed off of him. He didn’t need to impress anyone, he already knew he was the most beautiful man in the room.

This man grabbed a glass of champagne and walked to the first piece. He stood and studied it, which was an act in itself that drew Namjoon in. He didn’t talk to anyone. Didn’t profess to know anything about the art. Just took it in and experienced it.

Men and women alike tried to engage this new man as he moved from piece to piece, but all anyone got was a polite bow before he moved to the next display.

Namjoon was enthralled.

The only time he saw the man speak was just before the person he spoke to turned and pointed directly at him.

Namjoon tried not to react as this man’s full beauty and attention was aimed directly at him, but butterflies sprouted to life in his stomach when those almond shaped eyes made contact. He was confused, and excited. Never had he reacted in such a way to a man before.

“Hello,” the man said with a bow when he stopped in front of Namjoon, “I am told that you are the curator of this museum. My name is Park Jimin.”

Namjoon smiled and reminded himself to keep calm, “You heard correctly. I’m Kim Namjoon. Nice to meet you.”

He bowed and shook the man’s hand.

“I love what you’ve done with this collection. I’ve been following this artist's career for a few years, and it warms my heart to finally see them getting the attention they deserve.”

The two men were so enthralled with conversation that they hadn’t noticed the crowd thinning, or that closing time had come and gone.

“I would love to continue this conversation. My apartment is close by, would you care to stop in for a drink?” Jimin’s eyes sparkled as he issued the invitation, and Namjoon found he couldn’t refuse.

Jimin’s apartment was tastefully decorated, and he did, indeed, have a few pieces of work from the spotlighted artist on his walls. Sitting on the dark brown leather couch, the two men continued to sip their drinks and talk animatedly for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. “Namjoon, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course.” “Have you ever been with a man before?” “Been with…how?”

“Sexually.”

“Oh! Um. No. Not that I’m against it, or anything.” He sipped his drink nervously while Jimin looked thoughtfully at him.

The beautiful man leaned closer to Namjoon,

“Would you like to?”

Normally, Namjoon was a pro at keeping his face from showing what he was thinking…

But, as Jimin leaned in, looking like sin itself with a glint of something that, up until that moment, had been forbidden to him, his eyes widened and his breathing sped up.

Jimin smiled and ran his tongue along his teeth. He looked Namjoon up and down hungrily, leaving him feeling naked. He cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat as he felt his body heat rise.

Jimin slowly reached his hand over and set it on Namjoon’s knee, giving the man plenty of opportunity to balk or say no.

“Have you ever had the chance to step outside what’s been expected of you, Namjoon?” his hand slid up the smallest bit, and his body moved close enough for Namjoon to feel his hot breath on his ear, “Have you ever done something that you’ve always wanted, just for yourself? No expectations. No pressure. Just because you wanted to do it?”

Jimin’s voice was pure seduction. It sounded like a fallen angel whispering everything he’d ever wanted and needed, exposing the deepest desires he rarely even admitted to himself.

Namjoon turned his head toward the full lipped harbinger of all things forbidden, and let go.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to a man’s for the first time. A satisfied rumble vibrated onto Namjoon’s lips, and he took it a step further, sucking Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth.

Jimin’s hand came up and cupped his cheek as he tilted his head and took control of the kiss. He was still taking his time, giving Namjoon a chance to back out if he became uncomfortable, but he needn’t be bothered.

Namjoon was ready. He was ready to experience everything Jimin had to offer. He was ready to turn this corner in his life.

He was ready to give this part of himself a try.

When Jimin stood and led him into his bedroom, Namjoon smiled and welcomed what was to come.

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noonastooneshots · 3 years ago

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The Jeons

~8k words~

Jungkook has been keeping a secret close to his heart for years. It’s about time he told the world

2027

“Guys?”

Jeon Jungkook nervously typed out a text to the other six members of his group. They’d been together for so long that he considered them family. Mostly, anyway.

When he was sure he had their attention, he took a deep breath and prepared to share his most closely kept secret…

“In light of a couple of you getting engaged and the company deciding to go public with the information, there is something that I need to tell you.”

“Oh! Are you finally seeing someone, Jungkookie?” Taehyung asked with a big smiley face emoji. He always thought it was a waste that Jungkook never dated, even on the downlow like the rest of them, and was not shy about being excited about the idea.

Jungkook huffed out a little laugh to himself. If they only knew.

“No. Can we meet up at the dorm in about an hour? I’ll bring food. And beer.”

Of course none of them actually lived there anymore, but they held onto it for those times when they had a schedule in the area and needed somewhere to stay, or for the extra closet space.

Seokjin answered with a shocked face emoji, “You are buying food and beer? This must be serious!”

“Just be there.” He answered with an eye roll emoji.

Jungkook called in an order for fried chicken and crossed his fingers. This could really go either way.

Hoseok and Yoongi were already at the dorm when he arrived, and wasted no time diving into the meal. The others were close behind, and the seven of them ended up sitting around the picnic style table like they used to. It felt like old times.

Namjoon wiped his hands and picked up his beer,

“Alright, you got us here. What’s going on?”

Yoongi looked suspicious, “You look pretty stressed. Just get it off your chest.”

Jungkook took a healthy swig from his bottle before he began,

“I don’t know if any of you recall, but seven years ago, at the beginning of the pandemic, when everything was canceled and we were left with a lot of time on our hands, I started going to the boxing gym more often.”

The others listened diligently, nodding their heads.

“There was a woman that worked there. We started dating on the down low. She understood why I needed to keep it quiet and she’d seen enough of what happened to women that were even suspected of dating an idol, so it was a little bit of a push to get her to be with me.”

He blew out a breath, nervous for what was to come.

“Do you remember when I was able to get out of the country for a couple of weeks without anyone knowing?”

Jimin jumped in, “Wasn’t that when you went to Bora Bora or something like that?”

Jungkook nodded, “Yeah. Well, she actually went with me. It was amazing! We had such a great time.”

He looked down at his beer bottle and began picking at the label,

“Such a great time, in fact, that we got married while we were there.”

The silence was deafening.

Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung sat with their mouths open, in shock at this revelation.

Jungkook took a chance and glanced up to see their reactions.

He huffed out a laugh, “Oh, there’s more. I have kids.”

The silence broke as all six men started asking questions and lamenting his lack of honesty and trust in them.

He stayed quiet and let them rant over each other until they ran out of steam.

2020

Jungkook was back at the gym, working on his right hook. His hits were getting harder and his reaction time was getting faster. He was more than a little thankful his trainer decided to open for special clients during the pandemic. He needed to work off his frustrations.

The tour had been canceled. Their entire schedule had been canceled. The whole thing was a mess and, if he was being honest, he was miserable.

Working out provided the only relief he had.

He wanted to come in every day, but his trainer insisted he rest at least two days a week. He used those days to lock himself in his studio and try to write. Some days it worked. Most days he just watched a lot of YouTube.

On that particular Friday, his trainer changed up the usual schedule and had Jungkook come in for a workout late in the afternoon instead of the morning.

They were taking a water break when the sound of a phone vibrating inside a pile of clothes caught their attention. His trainer just turned and yelled down the hallway,

“YN! Your phone is ringing!”

A toned woman wearing tight workout shorts and a sports bra jogged out from the equipment room and over to the pile of clothes.

“Sorry boss! I thought I turned that off.”

With her mask on Jungkook could only see half of her face, but he still watched as she squatted down to pull her phone out of the hoodie that lay on top.

Her conversation was quick and her voice was quiet.

It was really only a moment before she ended the call, turned her phone off, and waved at the trainer on her way back to the equipment room.

The trainer chuckled as he called Jungkook’s name to get his attention.

“Sorry about that. She works here, and since this shit started she disinfects all of the equipment after each client. I’m not planning on sending you back there today, so she’s doing the end of day super scrub down.”

Jungkook nodded mutely. He really enjoyed looking at her. He wanted to look at her more.

His trainer bopped him on the head to get his attention, and they were back at it, though not as diligently as he was before she appeared.

Once they were finished, Jungkook sat against the wall, drinking water and catching his breath. He suspected his trainer knew he was distracted and was making him pay for it by ramping up the workout.

They shook hands and the trainer went back to the office, leaving Jungkook to cool off on his own.

While he sat there, the woman came out again. This time she walked over to her pile to put on the hoodie and track pants. She stood still for a moment while her phone booted back up, and Jungkook made a split second decision to introduce himself.

He popped up and hurried over to her before he could change his mind.

“Hello,” He said cheerfully as he reached the required six foot social distance from her.

Her head jerked his way in surprise,

“Oh! Hello. Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was still in here.”

Not yet wearing his mask, he smiled his best “Jeon Jungkook” smile. It usually garnered a lot of praise from his fans, so he hoped it would work with her as well.

Her eyes told him that she was smiling, too, and he relaxed the slightest bit.

“I’m Jungkook. What’s your name?”

“YN. Nice to meet you.” She waved with an awkward giggle. “It’s so weird not to shake hands and do all of the polite things we’ve been raised to do when meeting people for the first time!”

He chuckled. Jungkook met his fair share of awkward people in his business. It seemed most people he met didn’t quite know how to act around him, but this time he actually found it to be endearing. Cute, even.

He noticed her sliding on her backpack and cocked his head to the side,

“Done for the day?”

“Yep,” she said in a light hearted tone, “Now to try and avoid the people as best I can on my way home.”

“Want a ride? I’m on my way out, too. It wouldn’t be a bother.”

YN looked suspiciously at him as she decided how to answer.

His trainer’s voice boomed from the hallway entry, “It’s ok, YN. He’s a good one.”

The man gave Jungkook a meaningful look, “But if he disrespects you in any way I’ll beat his ass.”

He laughed, but got the message loud and clear. Plus, his trainer’s blessing softened YN’s eyes and she agreed to let him drive her home.

Jungkook was a perfect gentleman. He opened every door he came to for her, and would have thrown his jacket down on a puddle for her to walk on if it’d been raining.

Their conversation on the way to her place was comfortable. They chatted easily, jumping from one topic to the next with plenty of laughter. Both of them seemed unwilling to stop talking when he pulled up in front of her building.

“What are you doing this evening?” Jungkook asked, again deciding to jump before overthinking too much, “I’m having fun, and you seem to be, too. Maybe we can make some food and watch a movie or something?”

YN feigned thinking about it for all of two seconds before inviting him in.

They ate food and talked over the movies for the next few hours. It took some time, but eventually they were tired enough to sit back and actually watch what was on, only to fall asleep.

They woke up a few hours later snuggled together like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. They were both a little shy about it, but neither one seemed willing to move and break the spell.

Jungkook glanced at the light coming in the window and asked,

“What are you doing tonight?”

YN smiled shyly, “I have no plans.”

“Want to hang out again?”

“I do.”

Jungkook was thrilled. He really liked this girl, and wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.

In fact, over the next couple of weeks, the two spent most nights at her place talking, cooking, playing games, and watching movies. And Jungkook kept his word to respect her, though at times it was a fight to keep his hands to himself.

After his workout one Friday afternoon Jungkook decided to go out on a limb again,

“Want to go to my house this time? We haven’t spent time there yet.”

YN smiled, “Sure, that sounds great!”

“We should probably stop by your place first, though,” Jungkook said in a thoughtful manner.

She was confused, “Why?”

“To pick up some of your things. There’s supposed to be a big storm this weekend, and I was thinking that you should probably just stay until Monday.”

He was trying really hard to keep a straight face, but that adorable bunny smile of his that he had when he was trying to get away with something crept out by the end of his sentence, and she melted.

YN knew she was a sucker for this man, and laughingly went along with his plan.

That night they made kimchi stew together and watched some movies before, again, passing out on the couch.

YN woke up with her head nuzzled under Jungkook’s chin and her cheek on his chest. She had one arm slung across the rest of his body, and one leg nestled between his. She lifted her head to look at her positioning and frowned. She was mostly laying on top of the poor man. She hoped he could breathe ok. When she tried to move, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back down to where she was.

“Don’t move,” he mumbled, “I like it here.”

YN picked up her head to look at him, half expecting him to be talking in his sleep. But he tilted his head down to look at her. His expression showed softness. Sweetness. Caring. His lips turned up the slightest bit a moment before he leaned up and kissed her.

Their first kiss was far more than just a quick peck. Once their lips met, there was no pulling them apart.

Jungkook rolled them both to the side, eventually stilling when he had YN underneath him and he had his hips cradled between her legs. The rope of tension they’d had between them broke, and they each poured all of their sexual frustation into the kiss.

Jungkook consciously tried to take it slow. He didn’t want to rush her if she wasn’t ready.

YN, on the other hand, was ready to explode. She wanted him to rock harder into her. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to claim her.

When his lips left hers to move down to her neck, YN moved her hips and moaned at the contact. Jungkook lightly bit her skin and groaned as he tried to hold back.

Her hands moved from his hair down to his shirt. She pulled at the material, bunching it up in hopes he would get the hint and just take it off.

It took a minute, but he did eventually sit up on his knees to pull off the offending material.

YN’s hands weren’t able to be still. They slid up his stomach and chest, behind his neck to pull him back down for more of his addicting kisses.

This time, Jungkook levered his body over hers, holding himself up on one hand while he slid the other up under her shirt. She immediately shimmied to pull it off and toss it aside.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips while he playfully picked at the front of her bra.

YN giggled and slid her palms over his pecks, “I like your titties. They’re almost as big as mine.”

He growled and sat back on his knees. He pulled her up to sit and reached for the shoulder strap of her bra, “I think we need to measure appropriately. Take this thing off so we can see.”

He bounced impatiently as she slowly unhooked it. She was entertained by his eagerness, so she intentionally went slow, drawing out the tease while humming some generic stripping song.

Once the straps were off and she held the cups on, Jungkook lost what little patience he had. He reached out, easily plucked the bra away from her body and tossed it over his shoulder without thought.

YN laughed and wiggled out from under him so she could sit on her knees in front of him.

She cleared her throat and tried to sound official when she said,

“Ok, now lets see here.” as she reached one hand out to hold one of his pecks, and used the other hand to hold one of her own breasts to gauge who’s were bigger.

“No, no, You need to have bigger hands to do that correctly,” he said as he copied her. They were each moving their hands around, pretending to measure properly, giggling and having fun with their foreplay.

Jungkook’s expression got exaggeratingly thoughtful, “You know, I think the best way for us to see is if they are side by side.”

He slid his hands to YN’s back and pulled her up against him, laid his lips on hers and said,

“There. Much better,” before kissing her.

Neither one kept their hands still as their lips and tongues played. When her hand stroked the hard length demanding attention over his sweatpants, he stilled.

Jungkook pulled his face back and really looked at the woman in front of him. YN bit her lip and looked up at him with wide, excited eyes.

He knew at that moment that he was definitely going to sleep with her. A lot. He really liked her, and spent a lot of time holding back the things he wanted since they’d only known each other a few weeks. But what was time when you knew what you wanted?

YN smiled when Jungkook stood up and pulled her with him toward the bedroom door that was just off of the living room. She pulled him up short at the doorway, though, and he turned, concerned that she may be feeling uncomfortable in some way.

What he was faced with, though, was a hungry woman that gently pushed him back against the door frame and crouched down in front of him. Before he could process what was happening, she had his pants around his ankles, his cock out and was licking around the head.

“Holy shit!” was all he could say. He watched as she sucked him in and used her right hand to massage and stroke where she couldn’t reach. Her left hand was busy, alternating between scratching down his abs and fondling his balls. There were so many sensations at play that he was on overload.

“YN. Baby, you need to st… oh god…. Stop. Oh god…”

His legs were shaking, and his palms were slapping the walls as he tried to find anything to help him stay upright.

She was moaning, which added vibration to the experience. Jungkook knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn't seem to remember the reason why.

He felt the lightning building in the base of his spine and whined,

“I’m gonna cum. God don’t stop, I’m gonna…”

YN didn’t stop. She wanted it. She wanted to have that payment of a job well done. And when he came, she swallowed down every little drop, eliciting more whines of overstimulation when she gently kitten licked the slit of the softening shaft. She liked the whines. It made her feel powerful.

She looked up at his face from her crouched position and smirked. His palms were flat against the walls around him, and all of the muscles in his torso were flexed, standing out in stark relief with the low glow of the lights in the room. His head rested on the door frame, the cords of his neck tendons were flexed out, and his face was tilted up as he gasped for breath.

She stood and kissed his adam's apple before leaning in to wrap her arms around him. She nuzzled her nose against his neck and felt his racing heart beating against her breasts.

Jungkook slowly pulled himself together enough to wrap his arms around her and lay his cheek against her forehead as he took deep breaths to calm himself.

“Jesus.”

She chuckled at him.

“No, really. Holy shit.”

She kissed his neck and he squeezed her tighter.

They stood like that for a few moments, just enjoying the moment before YN felt Jungkook move. Slowly, with his cheek still on her head and his arms still around her, he turned and pushed her into the bedroom.

When they got to his bed he picked his head up and looked down at her. He didn’t know how he was going to get hard again in such a hurry after being sucked off like that, but for her he’d try everything he could think of.

He cupped her cheeks and kissed her again, pouring everything he didn’t think he should say into the kiss. If he would have been paying attention, he would have known that she was saying the exact same things with her kisses.

His hands slowly slid down her neck… shoulders… arms, while hers slid up to tangle her fingers into his hair.

His fingers slid into the sides of her yoga pants and wasted no time reaching around to her backside. His lips left hers and trekked their way down. He left kisses on her chin, neck, clavicle and sternum. He turned to pay homage to each nipple as he slid her pants and panties down. She gasped his name when he pulled at her nipple with his teeth and whimpered when he slid his middle finger into her slit. He groaned when he felt her wetness, and redoubled his suckling efforts as he brought the wet finger forward to circle her clit a couple of times.

Jungkook wanted more room to work, so he pulled back and looked up to catch her eye before he guided her to sit down on the edge of the bed. His eyes stayed on hers as he pushed her legs open. He couldn’t help himself. Her lips were addicting. He reached up and pulled YN in for another kiss as his other hand slid back up to circle her clit.

She whined into his kiss and pulled his hair as her kisses got wild.

Jungkook abandoned her clit and slid two fingers inside of her wetness. Her hips were trying to rock in time to his fingers' thrusts as their teeth clashed. Her response to his ministrations took away any worries about him being able to get hard again. Between her kisses and moans, and the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, Jungkook was hard as a rock.

When YN pulled her lips away just far enough to be able to breathe out the words,

“Jungkook, I need you.”

He leapt into action. He stood and pulled an unopened box of condoms from his bedside table.

YN watched him open it and pull one out.

“Don’t use them often?”

He smiled at her, “I’ve never been with a woman without one, actually. But, it’s been a long time since I’ve met anyone I wanted to be intimate with.”

Satisfied with his answer, YN took the condom and rolled it on for him before scooting back to the middle of the bed. He followed closely as she laid back and spread her legs to welcome him in.

Jungkook held himself in a plank over her and smiled mischievously. She raised an eyebrow at him,

“What are you doing?”

He giggled and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. YN narrowed her eyes at him. He kissed the other shoulder.

“Jungkook.”

He giggled again and kissed her forehead.

Yn laughed, “Jungkook, what are you doing?”

They were both laughing when he leaned down to kiss her lips. Their laughs mixed with moans as the head of his cock breached her entrance.

Every stroke, every kiss felt right. Every touch felt like it was meant to be. There was passion as they made love, but there was also fun.

They laughed and loved throughout the entire weekend. In fact, the box of condoms was gone by Monday morning.

They spent every night together after that weekend. Even when he worked late, Jungkook would show up at YN’s place so he could fall asleep with her in his arms.

Their relationship got serious pretty quickly. They talked about ways to keep it secret. He was afraid for her safety, and had to think about the others in his band, and she wanted to keep her privacy.

They decided to keep things to themselves for the time being.

There was a dip in infections during the summer, and Jungkook was feeling antsy. The band had pre-recorded a ton of content for ARMY and their self produced album was ahead of schedule, so he talked YN into taking a much needed vacation.

“Just the two of us, YN. I want to be alone with you in paradise.”

They were wrapped around each other in bed talking about nothing and everything when he brought up the idea of getting away for a couple of weeks.

“Jungkook, it’s a pandemic. It would be irresponsible of us to travel like that.”

“Not if we are really careful! We can double mask. And maybe we can find some private place where there aren’t a lot of people. Things are looking up! There are way less cases right now. I think we could do it safely.”

He reached over and grabbed his phone off of the bedside table, intent on looking up vacation ideas. He quickly settled on Bora Bora,

“Look! We can get a place on a private beach well away from anyone else. They can stock it with food and everything,” he was more impressed as he scrolled, “I like this one.”

“Jungkook, that probably costs a fortune. Plus, let's not forget that I do have a job. I can’t go on some vacation and then come back only to be in quarantine for two weeks. That would mean taking a good month off. I can’t do that.”

“I know your boss, though.”

YN sighed, “Would you want an employee that just takes off for a month here and there? No. I like my job. I want to keep it.”

She nuzzled back into his chest and made herself comfortable while he played on his phone. She was almost asleep when he got a text message. He smiled and said,

“See? Your boss says it’s fine if you go away with me.”

YN jerked her head up and she looked at him with irritation, “Jungkook!”

He ignored her ire and showed her the screen, “Too late. I booked it.”

“You can’t just make these kinds of decisions without my input.”

“I know. But once this pandemic really lets up and my schedule gets back to normal we won’t have time to do something like this. I just want to be with you. Spend time with you without the constraints of being an Idol. Just you and me as a couple.”

YN took in his sincerity and melted. They’d had many talks about the stresses and strains he had as part of his career, and she wanted to be able to give him what little relief she could… so she relented. She leaned up and kissed his forehead, nose and lips before snuggling back down with her nose nestled to his neck. They’d only been together for a couple of months by then, but she knew that nothing would stop Jungkook if he was feeling determined enough.

Their time in Bora Bora was magical. Somehow they were able to fly out of Korea without being noticed, which took the stress down immeasurably. As advertised, they had a private villa and beach. Jungkook insisted they pack light,

“In fact, I don’t think you’ll need much in the way of clothes at all,” he said with that huge mischievous smile of his.

They enjoyed their time relaxing and exploring their surroundings as well as each other. Jungkook brought his camera and took pictures of everything he saw, which turned out to be mostly YN.

In fact, his favorite picture was of YN on that vacation.

They spent the day on the beach, and YN wandered down to the water. She walked in just past her knees and stood enjoying a quiet moment the sun, wind and water. She had no clue Jungkook had his camera up and zoomed in. Her hair was wild in the wind and her skin glowed in the near setting sun. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever had the pleasure to witness, and he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that she was his.

He set down his camera and followed her into the water. He came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her middle and left a kiss on her temple. They stood watching the clouds in the distance change color for a few minutes before YN turned in his arms and kissed him. As their lips and tongues danced, Jungkook slowly walked them deeper into the water where he pulled her legs up around his waist.

No words were spoken from either of them when he pulled his hard cock out of his swim trunks, moved her bikini bottoms to the side, and slid home. They were passionate and felt like they were the only ones in the world as they made love in the ocean as the sun set.

Afterward, as they rinsed off in the outdoor shower, they each said the words that had been on the tips of their tongues since the first night they spent in each other's arms.

That night as they lay in bed, the couple talked of what they wanted to do the next day. Jungkook held YN tight and said, “You know, since you already agreed to marry me, we can go see about doing that.”

YN sat up straight and looked at him in shock, “I never agreed to marry you.”

“Yeah you did.”

“When?”

“Remember last week when we played that game where I rolled the dice to see how many times I had to make you cum and then I had you shaking and screaming my name eleven times with my mouth between your legs?”

YN flushed bright red and hesitantly said, “Yes.”

“It was then.”

“I don’t remember.”

Jungkook chuckled, feeling self satisfied, “I don’t doubt that. You were pretty out of it.”

YN slapped his chest and laid back down to snuggle with her man.

“Well?” he asked.

“Well, what?”

He grunted and swiftly moved to tickle attack her into submission… which naturally turned into a vigorous make out session. Before things went too far, though, Jungkook pulled back, “I love you, YN. Every single day I thank the gods for bringing you into my life, and I cannot imagine moving through this existence without you in it. I know we haven’t been together all that long, but I want it to go on forever. Will you marry me, YN? Will you spend your life with me? I know it won’t be easy for a while, with my career, but I believe we can make our world magical if we do it together.”

YN had no other thought but, “Yes.”

She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and that they would have to keep it a secret for a long time, but she couldn’t imagine not being in his arms.

The next day they ventured into town and found the small courthouse where they were able to find someone that would quietly marry them, and spent the rest of their time in Bora Bora basically on their honeymoon.

No rings were exchanged, though Jungkook promised to have a huge celebration once he was able to be open about their relationship. They decided to only tell close family for the time being. He felt uneasy about keeping the information from his company and his team, but it would be less of a burden on them if they didn’t know.

Between the rest of their vacation and their time in quarantine, YN and Jungkook had a lot of down time together. YN had the opportunity to meet Jungkooks parents via video chat before they went on vacation, but still expected their concerned reactions when he told them that he’d gotten married. It was a move they never expected from him.

She met his brother in person a few times, though, and got along well with him. He and his girlfriend came over for dinner several times, and he seemed to like her.

Once quarantine was over and they both went back to work, life evened itself out. YN moved in with her husband, and they started their life of secrecy.

His schedule filled back up, and they only got to see each other late at night. But, they kept in contact all day by texting as often as possible.

Things got a little more complicated when YN found out she was pregnant. It was still happy news, though they would have preferred to wait. Best they could guess, it happened the one time they didn’t use protection… in the ocean.

“Honestly, could we have asked for a more beautiful time to create a child?” He said as he rubbed her belly.

During that time, Jungkook became even more protective of their marital status, and talked the one person outside of their families that knew they were married into changing her work schedule so she never actually saw any clients at the gym.

Jungkook’s trainer readily agreed to the plan, but YN wasn’t very happy about being shoved into paperwork duty. She did it to protect herself and her baby, but it was still annoying.

It was also around that time that Jungkook decided that they needed a dog.

“So I don’t have to worry about you being alone all the time while I’m working. We can get a big one that can protect you and our child.”

When they found the litter of Doberman puppies online, they both fell in love. Jungkook went alone to pick out the new addition to the house, but they both loved the pup, and named him Bam.

YN ended up leaving her job when the virus spiked again, afraid of catching anything with a baby on the way.

Though he continued to zealously guard his secret, Jungkook was able to sneak away when YN went into labor and was there for the birth of his son.

He was overjoyed, and it became difficult for him not to spill the beans. He knew the men he worked with would be incredible uncles, but he also understood that his having a family could also negatively affect them and their careers, as well as his own. So, again, he kept quiet.

With the world trying to find its new normal, Jungkook was away more often. The group started testing out traveling overseas again, and had a few concerts planned.

YN stayed home and took care of Jung-So and Bam. It wasn’t easy being without Jungkook so often, but his brother and his brother’s girlfriend stopped by often to visit and give YN a break.

Jungkook made sure to video chat every day, no matter how tired he was, while he was away, and YN flooded his texting app with pictures and videos so he wouldn’t feel too left out of his son’s milestones .

The band was preparing to head to the States for a few in-person concerts when YN found out that she was pregnant again.

The couple was thoroughly confused as YN had an IUD, so they thought another pregnancy was impossible. They were wrong.

It was tricky to navigate the removal of the device, but she got through it, and the baby grew to full term with no issues.

Jungkook’s schedule had him out of the country when son number two made his entry into the world, but his parents were on hand for the happy event, and his father sent him the video.

His mother insisted on staying for a while to help YN settle in with Jung-So and Jung-Bae.

Jungkook hated being away from his growing family, but knew that it was what he had to do for the time being.

He was gone for several months that time, and was ecstatic to come home.

He spent every available moment with his family. He adored his sons and was more in love with his wife than he ever could have imagined.

When it was announced that there was another long stint out of the country planned, the couple decided to buy a place in Busan so YN could be closer to his parents, and so the children could be raised with more family around.

YN and the boys were in Busan and Jungkook was already abroad when she found out she was pregnant again. This time, she’d been on the pill, and decided that her husband must have super sperm. That was the only explanation she could come up with.

Again, Jungkook wasn’t able to be there for the birth. But, son number three was just as special to him as the first two.

He continued to video chat every day, and tried to make time to call and sing them to sleep at night. He even made videos of himself singing to them for those times he just couldn’t make it work.

It broke his heart to be away from his family, and a part of him was secretly afraid that his sons would either forget about him or just view him as a stranger.

Not to mention his poor wife at home with three babies under the age of four!

They were both incredibly thankful for Jungkook’s family being there to help. His brother had become the most favorite uncle ever, since he would show up at least once a month and rough house with the boys.

Jungkook was home for a break when Jung-Hoon was six months old. This time he was able to stay for a little over a month and truly immerse himself in being a family man.

They had a few outings to secluded areas he knew about, but mostly stayed home in their own yard to play. Bam had become well adjusted to having energetic little boys running around, and even enjoyed the fawning attention he got from them.

He was a big fan of sitting with Jung-So during his TV time, as the boy had developed a habit of rubbing the dog's ear with one hand while sucking on the thumb of the other while he focused on the cartoons. The boys also had a habit of falling asleep while laying on top of the dog, but Bam didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Was YN’s reaction to the next pregnancy. That time, she had been on another type of birth control that had to be removed from her arm when she found out.

It was beginning to feel like Jungkook got her pregnant every time he came home.

This time, he was in the country, but in Seoul when their first daughter came into the world. Dan-i was an enigma in a house full of boys, and her grandparents rejoiced in the overflow of pink they were able to shower their granddaughter with.

Jung-So and Jung-Bae took on the role of her protectors, and Jung-Hoon had a little bit of a rough time getting over not being the youngest anymore.

When Jungkook was home, YN insisted on condoms.

“They worked before and I am not taking any chances!”

A few weeks later when Bam rested his head on her stomach the way he liked to do when she was pregnant, YN couldn’t even be surprised. Honestly, it didn’t seem like there was anything she could do to keep her husband’s super sperm from finding its goal.

Luckily, by the time Boram was born, Jungkook’s schedule had opened up enough for him to be able to be there for his second daughter’s entrance into the world.

Also around that time, a couple of the other members of Jungkook’s group were getting serious and planning weddings, so the discussion of openly living their lives began in earnest. As these men he considered brothers talked about their plans for dealing with it, he began to feel like the time had come for him to tell the truth.

Jungkook couldn’t believe he’d been married and had five children under the age of seven… and no one knew.

His schedule kept him busy in Seoul, and YN brought the kids up a couple of times to visit in between his treks down to Busan. He thought that maybe, just maybe, if the company opened up to the idea of them being open about being adult men that had relationships and lives, he might be able to move his family back with him. And that idea meant the world to him.

Now that he was in the country and able to see them more often, YN insisted that Jungkook have a vasectomy. And, honestly, he agreed. They adored their children, but five was more than enough.

He had the procedure just after she found out she was pregnant the last time, and had yet to regret it.

By the time the company and members of the group came to an agreement, Jungkook knew it was time to tell them about his life outside of BTS.

The announcement went better than he thought, even with all of the yelling. But they were also eager to meet his wife and the little humans he was blessed with.

He and YN made the plan for her to bring the kids up to Seoul on the train, and he would send someone to pick them up and bring them to the company to meet everyone.

YN had no clue how she did the things she did with that many children in tow. 6 year old Jung-So, 5 year old Jung-Bae, 3 year old Jung-Hoon and 2 year old Dan-i had their own backpacks with their favorite toys packed inside. YN had 4 month old Boram in a wrap on her chest, and a backpack full of necessities like diapers and snacks for a two hour trip.

Jungkook sent her a picture of the man that would be picking them up from the station, and she sent him regular pictures and updates along the way.

The kids were excited to see their dad and the older three spent a good majority of the trip reminding each other of the stories they wanted to tell him.

The girls slept most of the way.

As she hustled her brood off of the train with a baby on her front, back pack on her back, two year old on her right hip, three year old holding her left hand and his two older brothers holding on to him in a chain, YN thanked her past self for sending clothes and essentials to the house in Seoul so she didn’t have to bring a suitcase. She wasn’t sure how she would have managed it.

Jungkook sent a large van outfitted with 3 car seats and 2 booster seats for the trip.

The man in the picture was smiling and happy to help as they loaded up and secured everyone in their seats. The thirty minute drive to Jungkooks company was pleasant.

The van was able to drive down into the underground parking area and park in front of the door, ensuring the family’s safe entrance.

A woman met them just inside the door, and she introduced herself as a security intern that was sent to deliver them upstairs.

With the baby again secured in the wrap and Dan-i on her hip feeling shy, YN wrangled them all into the elevator. She had to stand in front of the wall of floor buttons so they didn’t touch anything, and warned them not to hit each other three times on the way up.

They made a pit stop in the bathroom to make sure everyone was empty and fresh, then

the rowdy crew followed the security intern to a door.

She‘d only opened it a couple of inches when the boys caught sight of their dad and shoved it wide in their attempts to get to him first.

“Dad!”

“Daddy!”

“Me first!”

“Get out of my way!”

“Shut up!”

Jungkook stood from the large U shaped couch and crouched down to catch his rambunctious sons in a hug.

The other men in the room were entertained and surprised.

“Holy crap! How many kids do you have, Jungkook?” Seokjin asked with a laugh.

“Six.” Yn answered as she closed the door.

“Six?” Her husband asked, thoroughly confused.

“Yep. Six.” She pointed to her belly. He laughed and kissed his sons on their heads before going to give the girls in his life their kisses hello.

“How in the hell do you have six kids?” Hoseok asked in shock.

YN chuckled, “Honestly, the only time he isn’t getting me pregnant is when I’m already pregnant.”

Jungkook kissed shy Dan-i on the back of her head when she turned her face into her mother’s neck, and Boram on top of her head in the wrap before giving his wife a welcome kiss that was only barely not inappropriate. They smiled at each other when he backed off, and she said, “I’m getting my tubes tied, or asking them to take everything out after I have this one. Your super sperm issues are ridiculous, and my body can’t seem to handle not having your babies.”

YN pulled Boram out of the wrap and handed her to Jungkook, and then turned to the boys and had them line their backpacks up along the wall so they didn’t end up all over the place.

Jung-So, ever the leader of the gang, lined his brothers up and had them do the official welcome they learned in taekwondo, which impressed everyone.

Taehyung had Boram in his arms in the time it took for Jungkook to walk over to his seat on the couch, and Jimin scooted over to try to engage Dan-i. It didn’t take long for him to pull some smiles and giggles from the shy girl, and eventually she let him pick her up and take her over to the window to point out things they could see from there.

The older two boys sat telling every story ever to Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi, while

Jung-Hoon climbed up into Jungkook’s lap and just snuggled while the other two did all the talking.

Yoongi marveled at the controlled chaos, “You’ve created your own idol group.”

Jungkook laughed, “It wasn’t on purpose.”

YN sat back and enjoyed not being touched by anyone for a few minutes. It was rare, so when it happened she fully enjoyed it.

Namjoon came over and introduced himself to her,

“Hello YN. Welcome to the family.”

She chuckled, “Thank you. I know our families will have a great time together. We’re looking forward to it.” She frowned the slightest bit, “Please don’t be too angry at Jungkook for keeping this to himself for so long. He just wanted what was best for all of us.”

Namjoon nodded solemnly, “I know. But I would have gladly shared the burden.”

The boys' stories ran out of steam by then and they’d moved on to getting their cars out of their backpacks to see what they could drive on in that room, so the other men were listening closely to this conversation.

Jungkook sighed, “I didn’t want the burden of keeping a secret that big on your backs. I’m not ashamed of marrying my wife. I love her with everything I am. And my kids,” he chuckled as he swept his arm around to the littles around the room, “were obviously meant to be here and be ours.”

YN laughed along with him. “Honestly! 5 out of 6 of our kids were conceived using some sort of birth control. It’s unreal. But I am looking forward to having my body back to being mine.”

“And mine.” Jungkook under his breath with that mischievous smile she knew and loved so much.

Plans were made to get all of their families together, but when three of the five littles started whining and another nap time was needed, the Jeon family headed home.

Jungkook spent some time the day before getting the second bedroom ready for his kids. His house only had two bedrooms, so he tried to make it as fun as possible for the four older ones to sleep. He hung white Christmas lights all over, and then nailed sheer curtains to hang from the ceiling to create a fun, magical, tent feeling.

Instead of traditional beds, he covered the floor with thick sleeping mats, pillows and blankets.

It was fun, and created a great memory for the family.

As he and YN snuggled into bed for the night with Boram sound asleep in the pack-n-play in the corner of the room, they marveled at where their lives had brought them since they met seven years prior.

It really was love, even that first time he drove her home.

They’d been a team since that day, and they’d continue to build their lives as The Jeon’s, until death do they part.

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noonastooneshots · 3 years ago

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Romancing Min Yoongi

Yoongi had finally come to the US to work in LA producing a few songs with artists he’d always admired. Los Angeles was still far away from you, but nowhere near as far as Korea, so Yoongi made arrangements for you to stay in LA while he worked. You spent your days exploring the city, and your evenings with Yoongi, if he was able to tear himself away from work. It was difficult to be with someone who works so much, but there was still a lot of love in your relationship.

As you wandered down by the marina, you overheard someone talking about a meteor shower that night and that it would look clear and amazing out on the ocean. You turned on the spot and asked if they knew of a private charter that could take you out to see it.

By the end of the hour you had a boat reserved and a text sent to Yoongi, telling him that he had plans for the night and he couldn’t get out of them. He gave a little argument about being in LA to work with people he didn’t get a chance to on a regular basis, but in the end agreed that he needed a little time with his woman.

“What do you have planned?” he asked over and over again.

Your only response was, “Something special.”

He arrived at the hotel room as the sun was setting, exhausted.

“Please, can we just order room service and watch a movie? I am exhausted and just want to recharge.” he said as he flopped down on the bed.

Laughing you crawled on top of him and kissed the tip of his nose, “Nope! I have something very special planned. I promise there is food and beer and plenty of relaxation ahead of you.”

Running his hands up and down your thighs, he smirked,

“Maybe I can convince you to stay.”

Sitting up, you booped his nose and cheerfully said, “Nope.”

You hopped off and pulled him up to sit, “Come on! The Uber will be here in a couple of minutes.”

Grabbing a couple of sweatshirts and Yoongi’s hand, you pulled him out the door and to the elevator, smiling at his cranky look the whole way.

Getting out at the marina Yoongi looked around, thoroughly curious at whatever it could be you had planned. You pulled him down to the docks and walked until you found what you were looking for, a large boat with the name “D2” painted on the side. It wasn’t yacht sized by any means, but it had a modest upper deck that was absolutely private and, for tonight, set up just for them.

“Surprise!” you said, throwing your hands over your head and cocking your hip out like a cheerleader.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile at how proud you were of yourself in that moment.

“What?” he said with a little chuckle. “What’s the surprise?”

“This!” you point to the boat, “We have this boat to ourselves for the next few hours. There’s a meteor shower tonight, and we’re going to go out on this boat, fill ourselves with pizza and beer, snuggle up and watch the stars.” you wrapped your arms around his neck as you spoke, pressing your body against him as you rubbed your nose with his.

You pulled back and took his hand, coaxing him onto the boat. There was just the captain, a deckhand and the two of you on board for the night. As the boat set sail, the sky was truly getting dark.

Yoongi led the way up the stairs to the private viewing area and was in wonder at what he found. Turning to you with a smile he asked,

“Did you do all this?”

You looked at the plush reclining lounge chairs, pile of blankets and table with a couple of pizza’s and a cooler filled with beer on it. There was ambient lighting that seemed to glow from around the floor, bright enough to see, but not enough to block their view of the skies. Waist high railing and cushioned benches ran around the perimeter. It wasn’t super fancy, but it had a very romantic feeling to it.

“Just the pizza and beer,” you laughed. “You have to be starving! Let’s eat.”

The two of you sat back and indulged in your pizza and beer while you talked about your day and what he was working on. It wasn’t too long before you started seeing little flashes of light fall across the sky.

Grabbing a blanket, the two of you snuggled into each other on a reclined lounge chair with Yoongi on his back, one arm behind his head and the other wrapped around you as you gazed up at the stars.

“Jagiya?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. You know that, right?”

You moved your head to look into his eyes, “Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You leaned up and kissed those lips you dreamed about and missed so much when he was far away. Love and passion flowed between you freely, like a river. There was no controlling it, no stopping it.

As the stars shone bright, and the meteor shower rained down, you and Yoongi made love. There was no need to watch how loud you were, Yoongi’s lips never left yours as he rocked in and out, swallowing the sounds. His cock left no nerve inside you untouched, bringing you to orgasm twice before he finally let loose and emptied himself inside you.

You were both breathing heavy as Yoongi laid with his full weight on top of you, his face buried in your neck.

“Marry me.” He said it over and over again until you finally turned your head, kissed his cheek and said,

“Yes.”

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Yoongi in Love

~1429 words~

Yoongi plans a romantic get away

You and Yoongi had decided to take things slow. Like REALLY slow. As of now, you’d only held hands, shared sweet cuddles on the couch and hugged.

You’d been hurt badly by your ex. Add on Yoongi being super famous and wealthy, and you both had some trust issues with people.

You both were enjoying each other, and talked about moving your relationship to the next level often.

As you were quickly learning, Mr. Reserved Min had a romantic side. Bringing you flowers and saying sweet things all the time.

In fact, Yoongi went as far as planning a 10 day vacation for just the two of you. You were so excited to spend all that time alone with him! And, not to be overly dramatic, but if you didn’t get some kisses soon, you might implode.

Yoongi refused to tell you where you were going on this romantic getaway, so when you got to the airport and boarded the flight to Paris, you were speechless. You spent the long flight sleeping, holding hands and watching movies together.

After taking a much shorter flight to Nice, he STILL wouldn’t give up the details on his plans. He had the sneakiest, self satisfied smile on his face while you begged for more information. You really wanted to kiss that look off his face, but somehow held back.It was late afternoon when you arrived at a beachside house. Standing out front, you were in awe!

His proud smirk reappeared, “Wait until you see the inside.”

Inside was just as beautiful. Huge windows lined the back of the house, with a view of the infinity pool, and the sandy beach of the Côte d’Azur beyond that. The kitchen was pre stocked, but you’d eaten a lot on the trip, so you weren’t hungry yet. You headed down a hallway that was just off of the living room and ran right into the master bedroom. That bed was... for lack of a better word, Epic. Huge and cozy looking, with pillows everywhere, plus the room had a large sliding glass door leading out to a private porch space.

Yoongi moved in behind you, wrapped his free arm around your waist and settled his chin on your shoulder,

“Let’s put our bags away and look around a little more”, he said, gently nudging you into the room. Holy Shit. You were sharing a room and a bed.

You knew that before you got here, but now it was right in front of you. You were nervous and excited as you put your bags away.

Taking your hand, Yoongi pulled you out of the room and led you to a small staircase that was almost hidden across the hall from the bedroom

At the top of the stairs, he reached out for the doorknob, and said,

“This is the reason I chose this house.” He opened the door and pulled you through.

You stopped and your jaw dropped to the ground. This was the most beautiful rooftop space you’d ever seen!

Walls on 3 sides, with a pergola ceiling and white canvas shades hanging from it. The back was completely open with a small, 3 foot tall half wall, giving an unobstructed view of the water. White linens hung to the sides, so you could draw them closed if you wanted more privacy.

There was a small kitchenette area, bluetooth speakers and several comfortable seats around, including what looked like a cross between a bed and a reclining beach chair that was wide enough for 3 normal chairs with one large white mattress on it.

You walked over to the opening and stood in awe of the beauty of the scenery.

“Yoongi...” you all but whispered, “This is... this is... I don’t know what to say! It’s all so beautiful! You planned all of this?”

Yoongi sidled up beside you and smiled his big, gummy smile, “You like it?”

“I love it,” you answered, looking into his eyes. You both turned to look out again. The sun had only just gone down, and the sparse clouds in the sky were various shades of pink and purple over the blue of the sea. You felt Yoongi move closer.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. You turned your head and looked into his eyes. With the most gentle, loving look, Yoongi leaned in and touched his lips to yours. Your first kiss. Slow seduction was the only way to describe it.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and your body pressed to his as he deepened the kiss. Tongues gently explored each other as you felt the evening sea breeze around your hot skin.

Yoongi pulled back and took a deep breath to calm himself, leaving you whimpering for more.

With a strained chuckle, he took your hand and led you back to the large lounger.

“Have a seat. I had them stock up here, too. Thought we’d probably spend a lot of our time here.” Smiling, he flicked on a switch that turned on a low impact glow all around the space, then pulled a bottle of wine from the wine chiller next to the mini fridge. After handing you a glass, he reached into the fridge for a pre-made plate of fruits, meats, and cheeses and joined you on the lounger.

He connected his phone to the Bluetooth speakers, and turned on a playlist he’d been working on for weeks as he planned this vacation. Feeding each other little bites between quick kisses, and sweet looks, you got through your snack pretty quickly.

Yoongi set the plate aside and turned back to you, placed his hand on the side of your neck and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. Looking in his eyes, you opened your mouth and sucked his thumb in, running your tongue over it. You’d never seen that fire that suddenly lit in Yoongi’s eyes before.

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth and leaned forward and replaced it with his tongue. Slowly, he pushed you until your back met the mattress. Your hands switched between tangling in his hair and running all over his back as you kissed each other passionately.

As he settled between your thighs, one hand reached back to your knee, pulling your leg up to open the cradle between your thighs for him. His hand wasted no time running up your leg and under the hem of your sundress, coming to rest on the bare globe of your ass, where he squeezed and pulled you against his hard cock. Your moan had him pulling back, breathing like he just finished dance practice. He sat up on his knees and pulled his FG t-shirt over his head, looking down on you like you were a feast.

You ran your fingers gently over the swell of your breast, just visible over the material of your dress, with your eyes locked on his. Lost in the feelings that were overwhelming you. Yes, you were absolutely in lust with this man, but you were head over heels in love with him as well.

“I Love You, Yoongi,” your breath hitched a little. “Before we go any further, I want you to know that.”

He smiled his big gummy smile. “That’s why we are here. I wanted to shower you with romance, bring you to a beautiful place, and tell you how much I Love You. This isn’t just about our first kiss, or making love for the first time. This is to tell you what you mean to me. I want to keep you forever. I want to be there for you forever.”

He leaned down and kissed away the tears that escaped at his admission, and then placed a kiss on your lips that you would remember for the rest of your life.

The Love.

The Passion.

The Feeling.

It was the kind of kiss stories had been told about since the beginning of time.

Once your clothes had been peeled away, and your skin slid together, you and Yoongi made love for the first time, with the sea breeze running lightly over your sweaty skin and the stars shining bright above. Confessing your love for each other over and over as the night wore on.

Finally, exhausted and spent as the sky started to get light, you and Yoongi made your way down to the huge, epic bed. Unable to keep your hands off each other, you made love one more time before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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Ad Executive

Namjoon x Reader

Nipple Play

1692 wc

As an Ad executive, you were groomed to be a balls out bad ass bitch. You had to be in that job market. Dressed in a tight dark blue sleeveless dress that covered you from neck to knees, you were professional, with just a touch of sexy.

Your lucky black Louis Vuitton heels clicked on the marble tile floor as you walked into the Big Hit conference room with your concept presentation for BTS’s next comeback, and you came face to face with a couple of higher ups and Kim Namjoon. Leader of BTS. As you were 10 minutes early for the meeting, you just smiled, gave a bow to the room at large, introduced yourself, and set your laptop up so they could all see your presentation on the big screen secured to the wall.

All in all the meeting went well. Ideas were tossed back and forth until a concrete plan was made. You shook hands with everyone as they left for their next appointments, and as you were packing up, you saw Namjoon, dressed in a dark, expensive looking black suit with a crisp white shirt and silver and black Rolex gleaming in the light of the room. He was seated in an over-large plush chair, set back in the corner of the room.

Legs crossed, one hand resting on his thigh and the other in his hair as he stared you down. Clearing your throat, assuming he stayed back to talk about more ideas, you raised an eyebrow and asked if there was something more he wanted to discuss.

“Discuss?” He said, “No. I don’t think Discuss is the right word.”

Confused, you stared back, noticing the little hairs on the back of your neck standing on edge, and goosebumps forming all over your body. Not in fear. No, you were aroused by his subtle display of domination.

You cleared your throat again, hoping to master a little control over your body. You took a sip from the water bottle that’d been provided for the meeting, and reminded yourself that you were a badass. Men like this DIDN’T affect you. No matter how your body reacted.

What was really bothering you was the fact that you’d never had a reaction like this before.

“Lock the door, please,” Namjoon said quietly.

Your head snapped up.

You looked at him, completely caught off guard. You shot for a haughty laugh, and very nearly achieved it.

He just lowered his head a fraction and kept those dark eyes pinned to yours. After a short internal struggle, you finally went and locked the door.

“Come here.”

You turned sharply at that command, trying to think of something intelligent to answer with.

You were uncomfortable with this... feeling... he was creating in you. It almost felt... submissive? No. You were NOT submissive. You commanded the world. YOU were in charge.

“Do I need to say it again? I don’t enjoy repeating myself, Little One.”

Little One? LITTLE ONE?!?!

You found yourself moving toward him even as your mind exploded in anger at the use of such a demeaning nickname. How dare he? Who did he think he was? Maybe you should just slap him and show him…

But, as you came to a stop in front of him, all of those thoughts seemed to get quiet. Almost like they were far away.

Namjoon uncrossed his legs with a slow, controlled movement, leaned forward and laid his hands on the outsides of your calves.

His eyes never left yours. It was almost an innocent touch. But your breath hitched as if he’d touched a much more intimate place.

Namjoon was silent as his hands started a slow glide upward. They slipped under the hem of your dress, and dragged the bottom of it upward.

As his fingers slid closer to your core, you seemed to snap out of the daze you found yourself in.

“What do you think you’re....”

“Sshhhhhh Little One.” He cut off your attempt to regain your composure.

“Now is not the time for you to speak. Now is not the time for you to think. Now is the time for you to feel. Come here.” He pulled you down to straddle his lap with your dress pushed up around your ass. His hands caressed the bare skin and the strap of the matching blue thong.

“What do you want from me Mr. Kim?”

Namjoon chuckled.

“Mr. Kim? I’ll let that one pass. But from now on, you can call me Sir when we are alone like this.”

“Sir?!?” You said, voice too breathy for your liking. But, still you kept trying to grasp at a little control.

“What makes you think we will ever be alone like this again? In fact..” you moved to stand when a stinging slap landed on your left butt cheek, causing you to still and stare back at him. You hoped the look on your face showed incredulity, and that he didn’t feel the heat between your thighs.

“You will stay right where you are, for now.”

His hands moved up your back. Slowly tracing his fingers from your mostly naked bottom, up your spine to the base of your neck, where the zipper of the dress lay.

Unzipping the dress, Namjoon kept your eyes locked on his. He was watching you and your reactions so closely, you felt like you were under a microscope.

Once fully unzipped, Namjoon peeled the top of the dress down, exposing the strapless bra.

He took his time running his fingers all over the exposed skin. Eyes still on yours. You weren’t sure how to feel. He wasn’t even looking at your body. Despite everything, you found yourself wondering if he even noticed that the bra and thong matched. Wondered if he liked them.

No! Wait! It didn’t matter if Sir liked them or not! Sir?!? Why were you thinking of him as Sir??

Once again, you felt the sting of a slap on your bottom, forcing you to come abruptly out of your head.

Namjoon frowned, “Attention, Little One. You will give Me your full attention”.

You blinked rapidly as he commanded, “Take off the bra.”

You looked toward the door, and his hand came down a little harder on your ass.

“The door is locked. No one else will see what is now mine. Take off the bra, Little One”.

A very quiet part of your mind really wanted to argue with every part of what he said, but the part of your mind that wanted to please Sir was louder than everything else.

You took off your bra and found that your whole body was humming and tingling. Needy.

Bare from the waist up, still keeping eye contact with Sir, you impatiently anticipated what might happen next.

One hand moved from your waist, ran lightly up your ribs and stopped to caress under your breast for a moment before lightly touching the sensitive tip and working it’s way up to your throat to cup under your chin.

Your heart beat out of your chest as he slipped his thumb into your mouth.

“Suck. Sir wants that thumb covered in saliva.”

Completely under his spell, you looked deep into those eyes and sucked on his thumb. You swirled your tongue around it, and made sure to coat it with as much saliva as possible. You whimpered at the loss when he popped his thumb out of your mouth,

“Shhhh Little One. I’ve got you.” Whispered Namjoon as he fed you his other thumb. Why were you so turned on by this? You were utterly confused and completely turned on. Your hips started to move on their own, trying to find relief.

Once both of his thumbs were wet, Namjoon lowered his hands, and put those thumbs on the tips of your sensitive nipples. You gasped at the contact, still staring into those eyes that had become your whole world in such a short time.

Slowly, Namjoon started to circle your nipples. God, it felt so good! The sensations were so strong. It felt like there was a direct line from your nipples to your clit. Little by little, he picked up the pace. Round and round. Around and over those little tips.

You started to shake and whimper, trying to keep your eyes open, knowing that’s what Sir wanted. Namjoon abruptly stopped the circles, and started quickly rubbing his thumbs over your nipples at a pressure and speed that had you moaning and grinding down on his cock.

“Give it to me, Little One. Let me see you cum for me.”

And, it happened. You’d never cum on command before, but there you were, pussy clamping around nothing, releasing enough moisture to soak through your panties and leave a large spot on Namjoon’s pants. Clit throbbing in time with your nipples. Body shaking. Eyes involuntarily closing.

“Ssssiirrrr” you hiss out.

Namjoon pulled you into his arms, rubbing his hands up and down your back, comforting you and helping you come down from your high.

Soon enough, you seemed to find yourself again. You sat up, shyly covering your breasts. Namjoon chuckled.

“No need to be shy with me, Little One. I plan to get to know every inch of your body and every reaction I can pull from it. I want to know exactly how hard I can make you cum, and how many ways I can make it happen. We will start tonight. Dinner first, though. I need you to have energy to keep up.”

When you stood and redressed yourself, he continued to watch. A small part of you still wanted to argue with him and try to regain your control. But the overwhelming part of you felt... Relief. Excitement. Horny, even.

You found yourself craving that rush of letting go, and handing it all over to Sir.

Blushing, you nod your head, and dug out a business card for him so that he could text you the details.

As you left, you found that inner badass bitch that you lost a little bit ago. Once again refreshed and ready to take on the world.

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Teasing Jimin

746 word one shot

✎ Jimin x Reader

✎ trying to rile up your man

✎ Masterbation

⚠︎︎ smut

Jimin pulled his suit jacket off when you walked through the door. He'd been patient with you and your teasing all throughout dinner with his colleagues, but he'd reached his limit on the way home.

He was driving, one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick shift, thinking

about some business transaction that needed to be dealt with the next day when your teasing went too far. He’d stopped at a light and glanced to his right, only to see the mirror on the sun visor in front of you pointed down at your lap. Your dress was pulled up with your

legs spread just enough to give yourself access, and the fingers of your right hand were tracing the edges of your black lace panties up and down, occasionally dragging them across the center, where the heat that had been rising all night felt like it could

burn you.

Jimin froze.

His eyes were glued to the mirror and the show you were giving him. The sound of the horn from the next car in line made him jolt out of the trance, he cleared his throat and put his eyes back on the road. He grimaced when you moaned, and his thoughts turned to what was going to happen when he got you home.

"Are you really that horny that you can't wait, Jagiya?"

"Yesssss" you hissed out as the tip of your middle finger grazed across your clit, "I need you Jimin. All day I've been thinking about how every single ridge of your cock feels when you push inside of me."

Your back arched as you spoke, and your left hand came up to pinch at your nipple, your voice just above a moaning whisper,

"Do you remember, Jimin? Do you remember what it feels like? How you try to keep it slow and steady, and try to make it sweet, but you can't. You lose control and end up pounding inside of me, swiveling your hips to make sure you hit all of those sweet spots only you seem to know how to find. And when you force my body to cum, you can't help yourself. You always cum inside of me, even when you know you shouldn't. You always hold yourself deep, until you know I'm full. Do you remember, Jimin?" Jimin didn't answer. He just groaned and ran his fingers through his hair and tried his damnedest not to look your way as he navigated the drive home.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't noticed Jimin suck in his cheeks, like he did when he was annoyed. You didn't look at the way he was spinning the rings on his right hand, like he did when he was annoyed. In fact, when you slipped your fingers inside of your panties to go ahead and finish the job yourself, you closed your eyes and lost sight of everything but the feeling of your fingertips circling your clit... Never touching it directly... just around the outer edges, building the tension in your lower stomach. Your heartbeat sped up, and the coil

inside of you got tighter, promising to break and let loose the spasming flood you’d needed all day.

You were almost there. You could see the fireworks starting to shoot off beneath your eyelids,

When Jimin lunged over the center console and grabbed your wrists. He pulled your arms toward him and slammed his lips onto yours. You hadn't noticed him pulling the car into the parking garage, or felt him stop. And now you had a turned on, pissed off man that you'd been purposely teasing all night ready to take care of his feisty little problem.

Your pussy spasmed lightly, but not enough to provide any sort of relief. Your frustration level grew as the coil in your stomach loosened. You were almost there! Just another couple of seconds and you would have been able to take the edge off. You took your frustration out on the kiss…biting and wrestling your tongue with his while trying to pull your wrists out of his grasp, but he just tightened his hold and chuckled. He pulled back and kept eye contact as he said,

"Now, Jagi, we are going to go inside, and you are going to get exactly what you've been asking for all. night. long."

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Ilya

After taking the job as your model best friend’s PA, you travel the world and eventually end up in South Korea where she finally introduces you to her boyfriend, Taehyung. Your inner ARMY has a minor freak out when they introduce you to your bias, Jungkook, over dinner. One thing leads to another, and you end up getting to know your bias a lot better than you ever imagined.

Lots of smut.

7705 wc

seriously.... it’s mostly smut....

“Shit.” You muttered the curse to yourself as you dropped the phone on the couch. Let go from yet another job because of “economic uncertainty.” Slumping back you ran your hands through your hair and wondered what the hell you were going to do now. With a deep sigh you took a few moments to look at the things that were left in your small apartment, wondering what you could sell to make rent at the end of the month. Frowning, You decided a couch is really just another one of those luxury items you didn’t need. You had already downgraded your bed to be a mattress on the floor, and your bedside table went shortly after.

Your phone rang, and your first inclination was to ignore it. But it just kept ringing. Whoever it was was being persistent and annoying, calling again and again when the voicemail hit. Didn’t they realize you were busy sitting in the despair of the moment and was not to be disturbed?

Finally you looked down at the screen and saw Ilya’s name. The persistent ringing made sense now. If there was one thing Ilya was, it was focused.

Answering was the best course of action with her. Or else she’d show up on your doorstep. When she was in town, anyway. Ilya was a model. Originally from Russia, the woman was insanely beautiful, and traveled the world on a regular basis. She even had a boyfriend from Korea. All she would tell you about him, though, was that he was an Idol. You had a secret mini obsession with BTS, so you were always on her case to see if it was one of them, but she refused to budge. At least with a man that was an idol, he was almost guaranteed to be as beautiful as she was.

The banging on your door told you that you’d waited too long to answer her calls.

“I’m not in the mood, Ilya!” you yelled at the closed door.

“Open up, Y/N!” she sang in that tone you knew so well. That ‘you’re going to do it my way and we are going to have a lot of fun whether you like it or not’ tone you’ve heard many times over the years.

You sighed out a loud “Uggh!” and hoisted yourself off of the couch to let her in.

“There’s my girl!” she said with a bright smile as she pushed her way into the apartment.

Your annoyance shone bright when you snarled “Seriously, Ilya. I just lost yet another job, and am trying to figure out what I can sell to make rent while I look for work. AGAIN. I’m stressed and I’m going to end up snapping at you. Then it’ll just be another thing I’m going to feel bad for! So PLEASE. Not. Today.”

Ilya listened to your rant, and followed it up with a bear hug. She hated it when you were unhappy, and it seemed like you were unhappy a lot lately.

“Darling girl,” she said in her thick accent, “Thank god you were let go from that awful place. You are far too smart and talented to be with a company like that.”

You pulled out of the hug and glared at her before she led you back to sit on the couch,

“Now you are free to accept my offer.”

You huffed out a breath as you scrubbed your hands over your face, “What offer.”

“To come work for me! I need an assistant that can help me keep track of everything, and you are perfect. You’re my best friend. I trust you. Also, think of all of the fun we could have traveling the world together!”

You were wary of such a deal. Working with friends was dangerous.

“Ilya, I love you. You’re like my sister. I don’t know if working for you would be a good idea. I don’t want to hurt our relationship. What if I mess something up?” You shook your head, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Of course it’s a good idea!” She said brightly “Now, let’s pack up the few things you have left and get you out of here. I need you to start immediately.”

When you hesitated, Ilya cocked her head to the side and said “You are not going to be able to make the money I will be paying you. Plus, I think some time together will be good for both of us.”

You couldn’t deny either of those points.

“What about my apartment, though? When will I get paid? I need to pay the rent.”

She snorted in a way you wouldn’t think was possible from such a beautiful creature and said,

“Love, you are moving in with me. You should have just moved in with me a long time ago. This place is disgusting. In fact, just leave the furniture. Let’s pack your personal items and go.”

She stood and moved toward your bedroom, intent on getting started right at that moment. You, on the other hand, stayed seated as you thought about the weird left turn your world just took.

2 months later

It turns out, being Ilya’s personal assistant was very close to what you did with her half the time anyway, so you were actually good at it.

The two of you were having a great time as you traveled around. Although it could be stressful, it was also healing. You were feeling freer than you had in a long time. You weren’t bogged down by a job you hated. You weren’t stressing about how to make rent and pay bills.

You felt like you could breathe.

Your latest stop was in Seoul, South Korea. It was the dawning of spring, and the new growth of foliage was beautiful. The company had Ilya working quite a few jobs in the area, so you were set to stay for a while.

Ilya had learned about your love for BTS and teased you mercilessly about it. It was never mean, though. In fact, she could sing along with most of the songs and had her own bias.

“You aren’t allowed to tease me anymore. You’re just as ARMY as I am.” You stated one night as the two of you watched some videos online in your hotel room. Her smile was cheeky as she picked up her phone to message her boyfriend. Again. It seemed like they were constantly messaging, all day every day.

“And, when am I going to get to meet your man? He lives in Korea, right?”

Her smile got bigger and she wiggled herself into a seated position,

“Actually, “ she said with no small amount of excitement “I think we will be able to meet with him while we are here. In the meantime, he is on his way to stay with me in my room tonight, I hope you don’t mind. I miss him so much!”

You giggled at that.

“Please do. Maybe a night of crazy monkey sex will put you in a better mood.”

She lunged to give you a hug, “You need some wild monkey sex in your life, too, you know.” She said before she kissed the side of your head.

“Yes, well,” You giggled with her "I haven’t found anyone that makes me want to in a long time.”

Again, with a cheeky smile she said, “Not every man can be Jeon Jungkook.” Citing your main BTS bias “That’s an unfair standard,”

You laughed, “Right!?! I know they are just regular men, but I feel like any of them would treat me better than any man I’ve ever known.”

Ilya leaned back down again and said conspiratorially “Especially our dear muscle bunny.”

With a giggle you swatted her away, “Listen! You get to, not only have wild sexy times tonight, but a cuddle afterward. I, on the other hand, will be pulling up my favorite concert footage and have some alone time with my new favorite toy. It gets me off wonderfully, but the aftercare is lacking.”

Ilya’s hug this time was sweet and caring, “The man of your dreams will appear, my love. Probably when you least expect it.”

Ilya was, indeed, in an exceptionally good mood the next day. She had that ‘in love’ glow about her when you met to grab coffee before heading to the photo shoot of the day.

“I think we should go out tonight, love.” She said as you stood in line to order, “Get all dressed up and go dancing! When was the last time we went dancing? It’s been forever!”

“That sounds like fun! Your schedule is open tomorrow, too,” you said as you double checked your calendar.

“Perfect.” She said in her ‘it’s settled’ tone “I want to go shopping after the shoot. We need some new clothes, I think.”

Ilya quite enjoyed any excuse to dress you up. Although you had dropped quite a few pounds now that you were eating with Ilya, you were no where near her size. She never body shamed you, instead she constantly told you how she would love to have such a curvaceous frame, and that it was absolute bullshit that she needed to be so skinny to do her job.

“Ugh!” She would often exclaim “You have ALL the tits and ass! Can’t I just have a little!”

The clothes she picked out for you to go out wearing were usually tight and revealing, to “accent the beauty of your body, darling!”

Although the clothes were not something you would choose for yourself, you always felt sexy and powerful wearing what she picked out.

The photo shoot ran long, as they tended to do, and the two of you were hungry by the time you left. Your driver suggested a large shopping complex that was full of top of the line boutiques and not a few high end restaurants. This place was dripping with money.

It made you cringe. But, Ilya was having a great time. She didn’t even look at the price tags as she shopped..

Once you were back at the hotel, you were both full of delicious food and not a few cocktails as you got ready. Ilya’s makeup was already flawless from the glam she got earlier in the day, so all she had to do was a little upkeep.

You, on the other hand, had to start from scratch. Again, Ilya had a fantastic time with that. She loved to “pamper” you and get you all dressed up and glammed out.

“You are going to like this club, love. It’s exclusive. Not a lot of random people.”

Again, you had to cringe. That usually meant a bunch of snobs.

Ilya laughed at that, “Not here, love. Idols and actors, anyone that lives a public life in Korea are under such a microscope that they’ve made special places that they are able to go out without the public being allowed in. They can relax and have fun without fear. There are strict guidelines to being allowed in. You have to be invited, which we were. And no pictures. They don’t want any evidence being leaked to the tabloids.”

You didn’t ask how she got the invite. Ilya was a successful model. She was invited anywhere she wanted to go.

The club was large, and the seating was spread around, giving the illusion of privacy and intimacy. In the center was a dance floor, with a small stage set to the side with the DJ booth and karaoke set up. The dance floor was well lit with flashing lights and a disco ball overhead, but the surrounding seating was dim. The patrons could easily relax and watch the dance floor, or keep to themselves while enjoying the atmosphere. Each row of booths and tables were a level up from the last, creating a stadium type effect.

You and Ilya were shown to the last open two seat table next to the full dance floor, and had your drinks delivered in what felt like a moment’s time.

“Come on, Ilya!” you yelled over the music, “Put your phone down and dance with me!”

After finishing yet another message to her boyfriend, she finally set it down and jumped up from her chair, ready to tear that dance floor up.

In a booth on the top tier of the seating, two men sat with their faces covered with masks and black bucket hats pulled low over their brows. One man had his mask under his chin and was innocently sipping his beer as he watched the crowd, wondering why he let himself be talked into going out. He would have been perfectly happy sitting home playing a video game or working on his song some more.

The other man was smiling widely as he watched his girlfriend pop up from the table she and her friend were at and head onto the dance floor. He thought she was absolutely beautiful, and had missed her. They both had the next few days off, and he wasn’t planning on letting her out of his sight for most of that time.

“Hey Jungkookie,” he said, as he leaned closer to his friend. The man was more like a little brother to him than anything, and he was excited to show his woman off,

Jungkook tilted his head to get a little closer to Taehyung so he could hear what the man was saying, “Hmmm?”

“Remember my girlfriend, Ilya?”

“Yeah,”

“She’s here.”

Jungkook actually jumped a little at that announcement. He sat up a little straighter and did a quick scan of the crowded club, “Where? Point her out to me! Do I finally get to meet her?”

They had all heard about this mysterious model from Russia Tae had been dating for a while now. They both had crazy schedules, so it was difficult for them to meet in person, but Jungkook knew that they were in constant contact with each other.

Taehyung didn’t dare actually point. The club was exclusive and private, but one could never be too careful.

“That beauty on the left side of the dancefloor with the shiny gold dress. She’s dancing with her friend, do you see her?”

Jungkook peered down and saw a woman that was definitely a model smiling and laughing as she spun her friend around on the dance floor. His gaze inadvertently landed on the friend’s ass. Jesus.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” asked Taehyung, obviously smitten. But Jungkook’s attention was on the friend,

“What’s her friend's name?” he asked, wanting to know more about her.

“Ilya always calls her ‘Lovey’, but I don’t know if that’s her actual name.” Taehyung looked knowingly at Jungkook “You like what you see, don’t you?”

Jungkook turned red and looked away, taking a sip of his beer to wet his suddenly dry mouth.

Tae picked up his phone and sent a message to Ilya,

“I’m telling Ilya to meet us for dinner in an hour. Sushi sound good?” Jungkook just nodded, his gaze was still fixed on your dancing form, “Remember that restaurant that stays open late and has the private rooms? I think that will be perfect.” Taehyung smirked, “The perfect first double date.”

Ilya sat across from you and picked up her phone as you debated the brilliance of wearing heels that high to go dancing in. Your feet were killing you!

“Darling! My man just asked us to meet him and his friend for sushi.” she wiggled excitedly in her seat, “Drink up! I’ll send for a driver.”

You couldn’t help your smile at her reaction. Her adoration of her man was adorable.

When the two of you arrived at the restaurant, the maître d' immediately jumped and led you to a private back room. Two men stood as the door was opened, and Ilya wasted no time wrapping herself around one of them. You smiled again, happy to see her so in love. Your eyes trailed to the other man standing just passed the kissing form of Ilya and her boyfriend, and you froze. Jeon fucking Jungkook was standing there smiling at you. Just standing there. Like some common person. Weren’t gods supposed to be on a pedestal or something?

You found a way to smile back and not pass out at the same time. You looked to Ilya to see if she noticed that Jeon Fucking Jungkook was in the room, she had not. In fact, she was wrapped up with being attached to the face of a man that looked suspiciously like Kim Taehyung. You were putting so much mental energy into keeping your cool and not showing your inner freak out on your face that you missed it the first time Mr. JJK asked you if you wanted to sit down. When he pulled out a chair and asked again, you were finally able to say,

“OH! Oh. Yes. Thank you.”

You were sure that your face was bright red underneath the makeup Ilya had layered on you. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed to be entertained by your being flustered. He chuckled quietly and said “Kyoot,” as he scooted your chair underneath you and sat next to you.

Once you were all settled in, you looked up to see Ilya and her man still attached at the lip. You rolled your eyes and threw a chopstick at them,

“Hello. Ilya. Hi. Eyes over here please.”

The kiss broke with a giggle from both parties. It turned out that the man was, indeed, Kim Taehyung. Ilya had so much to answer for. She grinned when you raised an accusing eyebrow at her as she sat on the opposite side of the table, next to Tae.

The couple took care of the introductions, and you ordered your food. You and Jungkook had no choice but to talk to each other, since Ilya and Tae only had eyes for each other. Luckily, Jungkook was fairly fluent in English, and was a lot more flirtatious than you had ever imagined.

“You are very pretty,” he almost whispered into your ear. Goosebumps erupted from your neck to your toes at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

“Oh, um. Thank you.” you said breathlessly “So are you.”

It was halfway through dinner that Ilya and Taehyung decided they couldn’t take it anymore and decided to leave.

“Will you stay and enjoy dinner with just me?” Jungkook asked when the couple stood “I will make sure you get back to your room ok.”

Your inner fangirl went ahead and just passed out at that. Jeon Fucking Jungkook wanted to have dinner. With you. Like, a date. Jeon Fucking Jungkook.

Again, you were thrilled your face stayed blank and didn’t betray your thought process.

Your smile was sweet and a little shy when you said “I’d like that.”

It was well after midnight when Jungkook looked at his phone. He’d been having a great time with you. Although he had to calm himself several times. The moans you made when you ate something you enjoyed were sinful, and gave him thoughts he knew he shouldn’t follow through with.

“It’s after midnight already!” he said, startled that it was so late “I guess we should pay and leave. I think they close around 1.” Disappointment was plain on your face. You didn’t want your time with him to end.

He scoffed at you when you reached for your wallet, “I pay for the date.”

His tone was very final.

As the two of you left, he placed his hand low on your back and led you to his car, by now you were sure that those goosebumps were just going to be a regular part of your body while you were around him.

He smiled a huge mischievous smile as he pulled the car out of the parking space, “I have a fun idea! How about we go back to your room and order dessert. I shouldn’t eat dessert, but I don’t want our date to end yet. I have been having fun with you.”

Your smile was huge, Jeon Fucking Jungkook liked you! AAAAHHHHHHHH!

“I’m having fun with you, too. And, I can say with great certainty that the dessert at the hotel is delicious. I don’t know if we can get them to deliver this late, though.”

“Hmmm,” he said “Good point. I have an idea though.”

He glanced your way and winked… and you giggled like a schoolgirl.

You were so embarrassed! Luckily he thought it was adorable.

He pulled into a space at an all night convenience store.

“Do you have a mask? There might be a spare in the glove compartment. I try to keep some handy.”

Between the bucket hat and the mask, he was virtually unrecognizable. You went in and picked out some basic, but delicious treats and beer, and were on the road again in no time.

As you walked down the hallway to your room you couldn’t help but giggle again,

“I am shocked we can’t hear Ilya and Tae. Honestly, I would have thought they would let the world know what they are doing.”

Even as you entered your room you wondered if you were going to have to listen to them all night. Your room and Ilya’s were connected. Luck, or good insulation, won out because you couldn’t hear a thing.

You plopped down on the edge of the bed and rejoiced as you took off the demon shoes,

“Holy Shit!” you exclaimed as your feet were freed “That’s the greatest thing I’ve ever felt!”

“Want me to massage your feet?” Jungkook asked as he left his shoes by the door, clearly amused at your outburst.

“Ew, no.” you said, giggling “Not until after I have a shower, anyway. We did a lot of dancing.”

He draped his jacket over a chair and sat down next to you with the bag of desserts and beer. He twisted the top off of a bottle of brew and handed it to you before getting himself one.

“Thank you,” you said before taking a sip. Your eyes never left his. It felt like there was a weight in the air that wasn’t there before.

He held his bottle out for a little tap on yours, and then brought the bottle to his lips.

“Should we taste our dessert?” you asked quietly. It seemed like the room was too quiet all of a sudden. You inhaled a quick breath, feeling a little awkward

“I should turn on some music!” You exclaimed before standing to grab your laptop from the little table in the corner of the room.

Your feet were so sore, and you limped slightly as you took the couple of steps back to the bed.

“What should we listen to..” you muttered as you looked through your playlists. Jungkook shrugged, closed his eyes and randomly pointed to one.

“You’re so cute!” you joyfully blurted out.

The thought that, obviously you’d had enough alcohol for the night, came to mind and you reached over to set your beer bottle on the bedside table. You were very aware that your libido was rising, and thought that trying to have sex with Jeon Fucking Jungkook would only end in humiliation for you. This man can have, literally, any woman he wanted. You are just a personal assistant, not some super model.

You rolled back to look at your Bias. Who was in your room. Sitting on your bed. Staring at your ass?

You stilled and watched him concentrate on it, wondering what he was thinking. Was he grossed out by it? It was definitely way bigger than Ilya’s…

He seemed to catch himself, and cleared his throat before looking down at the computer screen,

“What’s the ‘Lady Jam Mix’? he asked as he opened the folder.

“OHmygod!” You said as you scrambled to take the laptop away from him. He was twisting and turning away from your grabby hands as he read a few of the titles,

“Ah. She’s ARMY.” he said with a giggle.

Your ‘Lady Jam Mix’ was well used. You filled it with what you considered to be the sexiest BTS songs that helped you get yourself off. You were so embarrassed! Your Bias now knew that you masterbated to his voice!

Jungkook stood and held the laptop out of your reach as he hit play. “House of Cards”, huh.” he said. “Not a very sexy song.”

“Um,” your voice was shaking. “It’s more the beat than the words.”

He chuckled as he set the computer on the table, “Don’t be shy, love. I like that you listen to my voice to get yourself off.”

You squeaked out a surprised “What?” Did he just say what you thought he said?

Jungkook reached down and took your hands to pull you up to stand in front of him. He towered over you without your heels, and you had a feeling of being delicate and small. It was a new and strange feeling that you weren’t sure what to do with.

He pulled you close and bent to speak in your ear, his voice was low and seemed to touch every intimate part of you “Do you use toys when you touch yourself to my voice?”

A breathy “Umm..” was the only word you could form.

“You’re shaking. Are you cold?” he asked “Maybe we need to warm you up. “He pulled your body tight against his and slid his large hand down your back to cup your ass.

“I love your ass. I love your body. It’s sinful. I’ve been thinking very naughty things since I first saw you dancing at the club.”

Your hands developed a mind of their own and traveled up his muscular arms without you even thinking about it. They were only on the sides of his neck for a moment before he kissed you. You’d never had the audacity to imagine Jungkook to be like this. You never imagined he would know exactly how to handle you. His hand slapped your ass hard enough for you to break the kiss with a gasp, “Ow!”

He rubbed the sting away and attached his lips to the tendon underneath your right ear. Your gasp sounded a lot different that time, and your hands moved without thought, again. This time making their way up to get tangled in his hair. It was just as soft as you had imagined it to be.

He pulled back and tried to catch his breath. His eyes never left yours when his right hand came up to cusp your cheek and his thumb lightly caressed your bottom lip.

“Beautiful.” was the only thing he said before kissing you again.

You were completely lost in him.

The kisses were becoming insistent, and your teeth clashed a few times as the two of you fought to get closer. Jungkook reached down and pulled the hem of your tight dress up over the swell of your ass. His original intention was so that he could pick you up and wrap those luscious legs around his waist, but once his hands were overflowing with your flesh he realized that he didn’t want to just mess around. No. He wanted to do everything with you. He wanted to lick your pussy. He wanted to fuck this ass, show you that you were his. He wanted to make you cum more times than you could count.

There were other things he realized he wanted with you in the peripheral of his mind, but he was going to let that be for now. He’d only just met you, after all.

Jungkook tested the waters a little by pulling the globes of your ass apart enough to cause a little stimulation to the little rosette hidden there, and nearly smiled when your kisses got a little wilder.

He was going to enjoy this. And, if he did his job right, you would, too.

He pulled back and lifted his shirt over his head, not sparing a glance to where it landed.

Your reaction was comical. You kept reaching a hand out like you wanted to touch him, but would pull back at the last moment as if it might burn.

Jungkook chuckled and pulled you back against him. This time he held your chin between the thumb and forefinger of one hand to make sure you kept eye contact as he unzipped the back of your dress with the other hand.

“Where do you keep your toys, love?”

The panic in your eyes made him laugh again,

“Don’t worry, love. I just want to make you cum for me in every way imaginable. I want to worship this body of yours, and I thought it might be a fun place to start.”

Your mouth was dry and you had to try a couple of times to say “the little purple pouch in the bedside table drawer.”

Jungkook let go of your chin and stepped back, admiring the disheveled state of your dress and hair before he slid the straps of your dress down your arms. It was a snug fit, but he made quick work of disposing of the garment, leaving you standing in the black thong and matching strapless bra Ilya insisted you wear tonight.

It was that moment that you wondered if she was hoping something like this would happen. That she would be able to introduce you to the man you dreamt of, and the possibility that you would end up in his arms.

Jungkook linked his fingers with yours and led you to the bedside table, maneuvering you in front so he could press his body to your back,

“Open it, love. Show me what makes you cum when you’re listening to my voice.”

The goosebumps came back full force at the low timber of his voice as he asked such a naughty question.

You slowly pulled your trusty bullet from the pouch. It wasn’t much, really, just a clit stimulator, but it worked like a charm when you just needed to get off.

Jungkook moved your hair away from your neck and nibbled from just under your ear, down to your collarbone and back up again. You’d never known your neck to be an erogenous zone until that moment. Or, maybe it was just this man that was turning you on?

His hands were trying to touch every part of your body at once while he growled in your ear, “You are so fucking sexy. Every inch of this body needs to belong to me. I want it.”

And god, those words coupled with his deep accent were almost your undoing.

“I’m not though,” you were able to say through the fog of arousal “I’m not a model or anything. I have plenty of extra fat laying around.”

Jungkook leaned back and slapped your ass again, watching it move under the weight of his hand.

“Ow!”

That tattooed hand rubbed the sore area while his other arm wrapped around your body to pull you close. You felt his hand cover your breast, the warmth of his chest against your back, and the scratchiness of his jeans against your bottom as he continued to growl in your ear,

“You are perfect. Don’t let me catch you saying otherwise.” The slap on your ass was lighter that time, more of a reminder. But the rub of his hand had a whole different meaning when you felt him slip his fingers underneath the strap of your panties on your hip and pulled with such violent force that it ripped the material in two.

You couldn't’ help the gasp and the moan that followed it. No man had ever done such a thing. You had a sneaky suspicion that you’d be saying that a lot before all was said and done.

After he’d disposed of your bra and you were completely bare in front of him, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back so you were looking at the ceiling.

“Oh love. Look at you.” he said in your ear, his voice almost a growl again “You look so sexy, my dick might explode before I want it to.”

He cupped your chin while your head was bent back, and then slowly pulled his hand down your throat. Not squeezing, just enough pressure to know he’s there as his hand made it’s slow trek down your body. He bit down on the cord of your neck, and you thought you might cum on the spot.

Jungkook seemed to lose his patience, and drew himself back from you just far enough to push you to the bed,

“Lay on your back, beautiful. I want to see that pussy open and ready for me.”

Once you were in the middle of the bed you laid back, and felt a little shy. He was looking at you as your tits fell into your armpits, they were real after all, and all of your flaws were on display.

You tried to deflect a little, “Why am I naked, but you aren’t? It doesn’t seem fair, does it?”

He smirked, “Soon, love. Very soon. But if I open my fly right now, I’ll be fucking you before I get to enjoy everything I want. So,” He crawled so he was kneeling in between your open legs “For now, I want to see how you make yourself cum while you listen to my voice.”

As if on cue “Begin” began on the laptop. His smile was huge as he caressed your thighs, “Come on, love. Show me.”

You took a deep breath and turned on the clit stimulator. Your eyes stayed on his as you ran it in circles around your clit, never quite hitting it directly. Your other hand reflexively came to your breast to pinch your nipple. Jungkook couldn't stay still for long. It was only a minute or two before he slid two fingers inside your soaking slit. In and out he played while you ran the vibrating toy around your clit. His fingers bent up to give the extra stimulation with that glorious “come here” movement. You were trying so hard to hold back and enjoy the moment. Jeon Fucking Jungkook was finger fucking you while you played with the toy that you always played with while you were thinking about him and listening to him hum along to the Lady Jam playlist that was heavy on his voice.

Your first orgasm of the night was a strong one. Somehow you’d forgotten about the man whose fingers had stilled inside of you as your inner walls squeezed with a rhythm Jungkook wanted to remember. He wanted to write songs with that rhythm. A little something for him to remember as he sang on stage.

Once you’d come down and opened your eyes you saw a fire in Jungkook’s eyes that almost scared you. He took the toy from your hand and set it aside before he came down on top of you to kiss you, claim you. Again his fingers were in your hair, pulling it to move your head where he wanted it.

“I want you to sit on my face, love. I want to make you cum, and I want to see you come apart while I watch those tits shake over my head.

“What?” you felt panicked at the idea “No! I can’t sit on your face! What if you suffocate or something? These thighs are not small, you know.”

He slapped your thigh and moved some of the pillows around so you could get in the right position before saying,

“Get that pussy on this mouth, woman. I want to taste you and I want it now.”

You whimpered a little out of embarrassment and moved to do as he asked,

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to enjoy this, Jungkook. I’m too self conscious.”

The moment your knees were by his head he grabbed your ass with both hands and pulled you down to meet his mouth. Your inhibitions were forgotten when his lips pulled your clit into his mouth. He sucked like he was trying to prove a point, and you were holding on for dear life.

He nibbled at every single spot he could reach and had your body shaking so violently that you could hear the mattress springs squeaking before he latched onto your clit again, this time he sucked as hard as he could, swirled a couple of fingers through the wetness leaking out of your pussy, and slid one into your ass.

You shrieked when you came that time, your body was shaking uncontrollably and the noises you made may not have been completely human. The energy it took to stay upright was incredible.

Jungkook slowly rolled you down to lay on your side and kissed your forehead before he went to the bathroom to clean up a little bit. When he came back, you were watching him intently.

“Why are you still dressed Mr. Jeon?” you asked from your prone position.

He smirked, “Actually, love, I was thinking it might be time to take these off and get down to some serious business.”

You smiled at that while you watched him unbutton his jeans “If that wasn’t serious business, what could be?”

He had you on your back with your head hanging off the side before he even had his pants off “How’s your gag reflex?” he asked as he dropped his pants and boxers. You tried to roll over to get a good look at his cock, but he pulled you right back where he wanted you,

“Open.” was the only thing he said as the tip of his cock touched your lips. Your view would have been funny in any other circumstance. He had his hands holding your face while his balls were hitting the bridge of your nose and his cock was hitting the back of your throat. His groans and moans of pleasure kept you going, lost in the moment and the feeling of pride that it was you making Jeon Fucking Jungkook make those sounds.

When he pulled out of your mouth you whimpered again. It was like he was denying you your prize, “Please. Please Jungkookie. Please. I want to make you cum, too.”

You’d rolled over and grabbed at his hips to bring him back to your mouth. He pulled back just enough that you couldn’t reach, “Please, I need it. Please. I need to taste you.”

He didn’t make you beg for long, after just a few moments he was back in your mouth. You had control from this angle, how hard and fast you sucked. How deep he went. Again, his hands were in your hair, pulling the strands to try and control your actions. You loved it. Your Pussy was almost more wet than when he made you cum. Twice.

Again he pulled away, and you whined at him, “ What? No! Gimme.”

He chuckled at you and moved around the bed, trying to keep you at bay as you tried grabbing for his cock, determined to make him cum.

In the end he had to wrestle you to your back, just one of his hands had both of yours held above your head as he settled between your legs.

“I’m not cumming in your mouth right now, love.” he rubbed his hard length between your pussy lips while he talked, dragging it up and down your clit while he coated it with the juices you’d been leaking since he first touched you.

You whimpered and moaned, throwing your head back to expose your neck to this alpha that had you pinned underneath him. He groaned at your submission before pulling his hips back just enough to have the head of his cock sinking into paradise. He took his time, slowly pushing inch by inch inside of your walls.

“Fuck” he all but whispered as he bottomed out “You are so incredible, love. I’ve never felt anything like this.” he started to move, a slow thrust at first, “I want to savor every little sound you make. I want to be the one to make you say my name. Not some toy.”

And you did just that. You said his name over and over again as he made love to you. You had been expecting him to fuck you into the mattress, but what he was doing now had tears in your eyes. He sweetly kissed your face and lips as he thrust inside of you, whispering sweet words in between.

You saw the change in his face a moment before he lunged up onto his knees and grabbed your hips, and knew you were in for a proper fucking. It seemed so sudden, but as soon as he was slamming his hips into yours and working his cock as deep as it could go you lost it. It seemed like your orgasm was being dragged out by every thrust Jungkook was laying into you. Your whole body shook and spasmed as he found his release. His fingers dug so hard into your hips that you were sure you were going to have bruises the next day. But you really didn’t care at that moment. The only thing that mattered was the floating feeling you were experiencing as Jungkook came inside of you.

Jungkook took a moment to look at the mess he made. As his cum leaked out of your pussy, he knew he should feel panic. He should feel shame at doing such a thing. He’d never gone bare with a woman before.

But all he felt was pride. He’d marked what was his. You were his now. He knew it was very caveman-like, and he wondered if a part of him actually knew what he was doing when he unloaded like that.

He felt his dick twitch when reached down and ran his finger through the mess and used that finger to make a circle around your clit. You jerked, overstimulated from just having several orgasms.

He smirked at you, though. He knew you could go for more. “I want more, love. I need more. I need to own this whole body. Will you let me?”

You reached up and cupped his cheek, drawing him down for a kiss that was as sweet as it was deep. You felt so close to him, and you had no idea why. This was essentially a one night stand. You held no hopes that it could be more than that. But you still wanted to give this man the world.

“I trust you, Jungkook.”

He buried his face into your neck and said something in Korean before he moved off of you to grab his pants. When he pulled a condom out of his wallet you chuckled, “That ship has sailed hasn’t it?”

He smirked as he crawled back between your thighs. When he folded your legs and pushed your knees up by your face you were curious.

When he spit on his fingers and used that to lube around your asshole, you balked.

When he slipped one of those digits inside you gasped. When he slipped two fingers in your ass, you moaned.

“There she is,” he said, taking the cue to spit on his hand and coat his condom covered dick with it.

You didn’t think you’d like it. You thought it would hurt. But when he took his time, slowly working every little centimeter of that hard cock inside of you, letting you acclimate while he drew lazy circles around your clit, you knew you had possibly found your new favorite thing. With him, anyway.

Beads of sweat were forming along his brow as he tried to hold back. Jungkook wanted it to feel good for you. God he wanted it to feel good for you. He wanted to give everything to you in that moment. The feeling that he was claiming what was his roared back to life as he conquered this part of you. He didn’t even hear himself when he growled “Mine” before he slapped the side of your ass.

Your orgasm came out of nowhere when he did that. It spread deep and wide throughout your body, you honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if you lost consciousness.

Jungkook was disappointed when he came with you. He wanted to keep going. He wanted to hammer that ass and see how many times he could make you cum that way.

But, as he washed up and grabbed a warm washcloth to clean you, he realized he had plenty of time to do just that.

Rest. You both needed rest. And he needed to take care of you. He looked at the dazed look on your face when he came back from the bathroom, and decided he needed to take more care of you than he’d ever considered with anyone else. After he wiped away the evidence of your lovemaking, and calmed your twitching when he touched your overly sensitive areas, he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom where he sat you on the edge of the tub and turned on the hot water.

“I think a hot bath will help the soreness,” he said.

“I just want to be held, Jungkook,” you said, thinking he was going to just get dressed and leave you to it.

“I’m not going anywhere, love. Now get in that tub and scoot forward enough for me to fit in behind you.”

He took in your surprised look and chuckled, “What? Did you think I was just going to leave after all that?”

The earnest look you gave him made his heart squeeze in ways he’d never felt before, “Yes. I kind of did.”

He slid into the warm water and unceremoniously pulled you in with him, “Silly girl.” He kissed the side of your head as you snuggled into his chest, “You’re mine now.”

You looked back at him, “And what about you? Are you mine?”

Jungkook kissed you tenderly on the lips and smiled, “I am.”

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Enchanted Garden

Y/N is a princess sent by her father to marry a prince in an arrangement that works for both Provinces. She meets her future husband, only to find that his brother wants her as his own, instead.

Her handmaiden, Rue, originally comes from the forest where magic is known to reside in this Province, and is asked to take the trio to the Enchanted Garden to ask Jimin, the King of Fairies, which brother the Princess is fated to be with.

Y/N + Namjoon/Jungkook

Original Character + Jimin

10268 words

Magic, Arranged Marriage, Threesome, Voyeurism, unprotected sex

As the only daughter of the High King, you had to watch on the sidelines as your father bartered for your hand in marriage. When you vehemently shot down every option brought to you, he lost his temper, reminding you of your station in life, and the responsibilities that came with it.

In the end, he chose a Prince from a far off Province in hopes you wouldn’t choose to run away and head for home.

Distraught over the thought of marrying someone you’d never seen, or even heard of before, you locked yourself in your room, crying with your head in the lap of your handmaiden, Rue.

She brushed your hair back from your face, and dried your tears with her handkerchief, caring for you, just as she had ever since you could remember.

“It’s not a bad place, Miss,” she said consolingly, “I grew up near there, in the woods. In fact, I believe your father is planning on sending me with you. I can show you some of the most beautiful places!”

Rue always had a way of making you feel better about things. Unbeknownst to your parents and their advisors, Rue taught you about the other side of life. Of the common people, and how they survived day to day. She instilled a kindness and caring in you that your brothers never had a chance to cultivate.

Now, she told you of the area you would soon move to, and what she knew of the Royal Family.

“This is the first time I’ve ever heard you speak of where you came from, Rue. If it’s so wonderful, why did you leave?”

She smiled adoringly at you,

“Because I was supposed to come take care of you. Now, we need to decide what you want to take with you when we go. If I understood correctly, we will leave in two weeks. It will be a 3 day ride to the port, and then another 2 days on a ship.”

You groaned. None of that sounded good.

“Don’t fret, sweet girl. You have got a lot of happiness in your future.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Trust me, dear. I wouldn’t lead you astray.”

With those encouraging words from Rue, you set forth on preparing yourself for the next season of your life.

The wedding, itself, wouldn’t take place for another month after your arrival, giving you a chance to be involved in the planning process. Your family wasn't able to join you until a couple of days before the actual event, so Rue would be your only ally.

Two and a half weeks later, you woke in your cabin on the largest ship your father could find, dreading the day. The 3 days on horseback was a killer on your backside, and you spent most of the day before laying in bed resting. You stretched out, careful not to wake Rue, who was sleeping next to you. She was supposed to have her own quarters, but you insisted she stay close. With Rue next to you, you were able to relax and get a few hours of sleep.

A Royal envoy was waiting when you stepped off the ship. Thankfully, you and Rue were able to ride in a carriage to the castle, rather than horseback. You weren’t sure your backside couldn’t handle another day on the back of a horse. Even the bumpy road caused you to wince.

“Don’t worry, Miss,” Rue said with a calm smile, “I know where I can get some herbs and make a salve that will help that pain. I’ll take care of that after we get you settled.”

You’d noticed that, the closer you came to this place, the happier Rue was. She seemed to be glowing as she looked out the carriage window at her former home.

At the castle, the Royal Family stood on the top steps, with their guard and many of the villagers lining the red carpet that stretched out the gates to the dirt street for their chance to see the woman that was to become Prince Namjoon’s bride.

“You nervous?” Namjoon’s little brother, Jungkook, nudged him with his elbow.

“A little bit. But, it's what I need to do for the Province. This marriage will give us a lot more trade and freedom.”

“Fingers crossed she’s not an old hag, then.”

Namjoon gave his brother a silencing look and turned stoically back to the road.

The horse drawn carriage pulled up with a flurry of movement.

You were the highest stationed woman since the Queen to marry into their family, and they were out to impress.

Namjoon wasn’t thrilled to have an arranged marriage. His greatest hope was that he and his new wife would be able to tolerate each other enough to have children and lead well together. His father wanted him to take up residence in a newly built fort on the other side of the forest to help foster a relationship with the people on that side of their kingdom.

Namjoon held his breath as a guard opened the door to the carriage. From his vantage point, he saw a well dressed woman climb out and turn to help another navigate the steps down.

The second woman stopped and took in her surroundings for a moment before stepping forward, following the guards that led the way to her future.

You were shaking with nerves as Rue helped you step down from the carriage.

“Look at how pretty they decorated it for you!”

You looked around and tried to take a few deep breaths to calm your nerves. It was a nice area. Lots of trees and gardens, and the forest was within sight of the grounds.

“Welcome, Your Highness. Please follow me.”

The guard in front of you bowed stiffly and turned to lead you up the aisle. Rue stepped behind you and put a little pressure on your back, reminding you that you had to move.

“Here we go,” you said under your breath, “One foot in front of the other.”

The closer you got, the more intrigued Namjoon was.

“I call the one in front,” Jungkook whispered to his brother.

Namjoon turned and gave him a dirty look, expecting to find a teasing smirk on the man’s face. Instead, Jungkook’s eyes were laser focused on you.

“This is going to be my wife, brother.”

“What if I take this one, and you take the next one chosen?” “That’s not how this works,” Namjoon looked back at the woman meant to be his. Truth be told, he liked what he saw so far. Had it not been you, he might have allowed it.

The villagers that lined the carpeted walkway bowed as you went by, but you were concentrating on not tripping over your own feet as you walked. You did realize that you might not be making a great first impression with the locals, and tried to school your features with a friendly smile... Not an easy thing when you were so nervous, but you hoped it made you seem less unapproachable.

You stopped at the base of the steps and bowed your head respectfully toward the King and Queen before turning to the men standing next to them to do the same.

The King and Queen were all smiles as they moved down the steps to officially greet you.

“Welcome.” The King’s deep voice was warm and friendly.

“Welcome, dear! We are so happy to have you join our family,” the Queen said as she took your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze.

If she noticed how they were shaking, she was kind enough to not say anything. In fact, she lowered her voice and leaned in so only you could hear,

“And, when we aren’t in public, please feel free to call me Mom.”

You smiled, comfortable in her presence.

The two men you assumed were Princes stood to the side of their parents, patiently waiting their turn to introduce themselves.

Both men were very aware of the eyes on them, and were consciously trying to keep their faces blank. It wouldn’t be very proper to allow the hunger for this woman they hadn’t even officially met yet show.

When the Queen turned and regally waved them over, you first made eye contact with the taller man.

“This is our son, and your betrothed, Namjoon.”

He took your right hand in his and bowed deeply to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. You blushed and bent with your own bow of respect.

“And this is our youngest, Namjoon’s brother, Jungkook.”

Ignoring his older brother’s annoyance, Jungkook stepped forward and took your hand. Instead of kissing the back of it, as Namjoon had, he turned your hand over and kissed the inside of your wrist.

The action was so fast, it was missed by most of the crowd. But not Namjoon. His eyes narrowed and he sucked in his cheeks in irritation. His brother was going to be a problem.

The King motioned toward the door,

“My dear, you and your handmaiden must be exhausted from such a long trip. Please, come inside. Your things are being taken to your quarters. You can get freshened up before we meet for a celebratory dinner tonight.

You bowed and thanked him. Namjoon held out his arm, and you took it gladly before glancing back to make sure Rue was still there.

She smiled and gave you a little wink that helped calm your nerves.

Inside the castle, Jungkook appeared as Namjoon led you up a staircase and took your other arm to wrap in his. Again, Namjoon sucked in his cheeks and glared at his brother. They were going to have to have a conversation before things got out of hand.

“You are lovely,” Jungkook said before bringing your wrist to his lips again, “We are very lucky.”

You blushed deeper and quietly thanked him. Unsure of how to react, you glanced at the man that the Queen said was to be your husband. You saw his face change from annoyance at his brother to smiling at you in a split second.

“I do have to agree with your soon-to-be brother-in-law,” he said pointedly, “You are beautiful. I count myself very lucky to be able to marry you.”

The group stopped at a set of large, ornate double doors,

“This will be your quarters until our wedding night,” Namjoon said, again glancing at Jungkook before he opened one of the doors.

You weren’t sure, but you swore you heard Jungkook say “We will see about that” under his breath.

Inside your suite, a hot bath had been poured and was waiting, as were your trunks. You and Rue looked around and declared the space suitable.

“Those two are interesting, aren’t they?” She asked you. There was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes that made you smile.

“They really are. I’m curious what that was all about. I don’t want to cause any trouble in this family. I’ve only just met them, I don’t need a scandal on my hands.”

“From where I stood, it seems like a bride was found for the elder brother, but the younger brother wants you for himself.”

You groaned.

“Let’s get cleaned up before we get into that. I think better when I’m fresh and clean.”

Down in the King’s office, Namjoon was airing his frustrations with his brother trying to lay claim to the woman that was meant to be his.

Jungkook calmly stood to the side and let Namjoon vent. The King and Queen frowned in concern,

“Is that true, Jungkook? Are you trying to lure the woman for yourself?”

They were concerned for their family’s stability, but also sort of impressed. Jungkook had shown no interest in any female, ever. He’d shot down every single attempt to arrange a marriage, or even a meeting with any female.

The King tried to be diplomatic,

“The fact remains that the arrangement was brokered with Namjoon in mind. That is what is expected from her family, and ours.”

Jungkook’s expression never changed as he listened to his father.

“I am sorry to bring such drama into our Province, Father, but that woman is meant for me. She is to be mine, no matter what deal has been made with who.”

Namjoon blew out an angry breath and paced to the opposite side of the room while their mother tried to talk some sense into his brother.

A couple of hours later, dressed and ready to spend time with your soon to be in-laws, you stood, staring at Rue with pleading eyes,

“I realize you aren’t supposed to dine with us, but I wish you could. I’m so anxious!”

“I know, Miss. But you’ll be fine. In any case, I’ll be close by in the servants quarters eating my own dinner.”

“What if they gang up on me? I feel like I’m being fed to the wolves.”

“These are good people, Miss. I grew up in this Province, and know a few people around here. Have faith.”

A knock at the door told them it was time to go. Rue opened it and smiled. The guard’s eyes went wide in recognition a moment before he broke out in laughter,

“Rue? You’re back?” The man lunged, picked her up and spun her around in a joyous hug, “It’s been so long! Does he know you’re here?”

“No, I just got here a few hours ago.”

“I don’t know if he’s going to be happy or furious. Either way, it’ll be entertaining.”

Rue laughed, “Thanks. Lets get My Lady down to her welcome dinner, shall we?”

You watched this exchange with quiet curiosity. Rue never shared much about her life before she came to you, and now you were finally getting a little peek into where she came from.

“You are going to have to tell me about growing up here, Rue,” You said, blatantly curious.

“I will,” she said with a smile, “But first, let's get you to your betrothed.”

You followed the guard down the hallway with Rue behind you. As the three of you rounded a corner, you came face to face with the younger brother, Jungkook, leaning arrogantly against the wall, obviously waiting for you.

His smile shone as he pushed off the wall and sidled up next to you. He quickly took your hand and turned it so he could kiss your inner wrist before wrapping your arm through his,

“Good evening,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Your cheeks felt warm and your eyes dropped as you tried to hold back the giggle that wanted to bubble up.

Once you made it to the staircase, though, the giggle turned into worry at the look on Namjoon’s face. He was waiting at the bottom, dressed in his regal best, with his cheeks sucked in and his eyes shooting daggers.

“Brother!” Jungkook said nonchalantly, “I hope you’re hungry. The food smells delicious.” He turned to you as the group made their way down the stairs, “The cooks have gone all out for your arrival. I dare say they’ve been in that kitchen for days planning it all out.”

“Jungkook,” Namjoon’s tone was flat when he spoke his brother’s name, “Thank you for escorting my intended down for dinner,” he stepped forward to take your hand and help you off the bottom step, lingering to smile sweetly and kiss the back of your hand.

Once again, heat rose to your cheeks at the attention, and you felt the arm holding your other hand tighten as if he were ensuring you wouldn’t be taken away.

Instead of letting go when Namjoon gently pulled you toward him, the man on the other side simply held on and stayed in step with you.

Again, Namjoon’s eyes shot daggers at Jungkook, but didn’t say anything.

At the table, Jungkook took a step ahead to pull a chair out for you.

Although they usually sat across the large table from one another, he made sure to sit next to you. Namjoon sat down and looked at his cutlery, vividly imagining the steak knife sticking out of his brothers’ head. At least he wouldn’t have to actually look at the man, since he was on the other side of you. Both men asked questions and were extremely attentive, vying for your attention.

You felt a little overwhelmed, and a lot anxious. You weren’t supposed to enjoy the attention of a man other than your betrothed, but you felt flattered. Both men were incredibly handsome. You were glad that you weren’t tasked with having to choose between them.

But the tension was thick between the two men. Thick enough that their mother took notice,

“Boys. We are trying to have a lovely meal with Y/N to welcome her to our Province, and you two are behaving terribly.”

Namjoon was genuine when he apologized, “I’m sorry, Mother.”

Jungkook, just picked up your hand and made a show of kissing the inside of your wrist again before changing the subject.

The Queen was quite distressed at her son’s actions, and feared for the future of their family, and the Province, if Jungkook continued like this.

She pursed her lips and looked over at her husband, who seemed just as at a loss as she was.

She sighed and beckoned a server over to the table,

“Tell Miss Rue I require her attendance. I believe she is in the servants dining area.”

The server bowed and swiftly left to carry out their orders.

You were confused as to why the Queen would call for your handmaiden, or how she even knew her name.

Rue was all smiles for the Queen as she followed the servant back into the dining area.

She bowed and waited with a knowing look.

“Rue, welcome back. It’s been a long time.”

Every head at the table turned toward the Queen with varying looks of shock and intrigue. Rue bent her head in acknowledgement, “It has been. It looks like the years have treated you well, Your Majesty.”

The Queen smiled warmly, “They have, indeed. Though, at present we are having a problem that I think you can help us with.”

Rue raised her eyebrows and cocked her head to the side in question.

“It seems both of our sons have taken an interest in this lovely maiden. It’s been less than a day, and already there is derision under our roof. Do you think there would be any answers to be found in the Forest Garden?”

You were even more confused than before. How in the world would your hand maiden be able to answer something like that?

Rue, though, looked thoughtful, “Perhaps. One never knows the solutions available unless one knows where to look.”

The Queen chuckled, “I should have expected nothing less than a cryptic answer like that.”

Rue bowed again, “I apologize Your Highness. My intention is merely to say that sometimes, there are ways of solving our problems that we would never consider without outside influence. And sometimes, those solutions are far better than anything we could come up with, ourselves.”

“So you are saying that there may be help found in the Forest?” The Queen pushed.

“There may be,” Was Rue’s only answer.

“It’s settled, then. You will take my sons and YN to the enchanted garden in the forest tomorrow to search for the solution to our predicament.” She smiled again at your hand maiden, “Thank you, Rue. You may go back to your meal.”

Rue bowed and gave you a little smile before leaving the room.

You looked at the Queen, curiosity coming out of every pore, “How do you know Rue?”

“Oh, my dear,” she smiled and reached for her wine, “I’ve known Rue most of my life. I dare say I was surprised to see her arrive with you today.”

“I don’t remember a time when Rue was not with me,” you said, almost to yourself, “She’s very important to me.”

“I hope to be very important to you, too, YN.” Jungkook reached out and placed his hand on yours.

“Well, as my Wife, you will be the world to me.” Namjoon didn’t touch you, but you felt the look he gave you down to your toes.

The King chose that moment to start asking questions, partly to get to know you, and partly to get his sons to back down. His ploy helped the tension level, though each man made their intentions very clear as the dinner wore on.

The Queen caught you trying to hide a yawn after the post dinner cocktail, though, and called it a night.

Both Namjoon and Jungkook insisted on escorting you back to your chambers. So, once again, you had one man on each side of you as you climbed the stairs and navigated the hallway.

Namjoon kept eye contact as he kissed your knuckles. Your whole body tingled when he said in a low, honied tone, “Until morning, my lady.”

Although he never let go of your hand, Jungkook waited patiently for his turn.

Like Namjoon, he made sure your eyes were glued to his as he kissed the inside of your wrist, lips lingering a little longer than strictly necessary on your pulse point, “Morning is only a few hours away, but it still feels like too long. Sleep well, and dream of me.”

He gave the inside of your wrist another quick kiss and turned to open your door for you. Distracted with Jungkook, you didn’t see the murderous look on Namjoon’s face. Even he understood that his extreme reaction was alarming, and knew why his mother felt like she had to step in before things got out of hand. He was glad for the intrusion. He did not want to have to kill his own brother.

Despite your best efforts, Rue wouldn’t give up her secrets that night. She would just give you a mysterious little smile and tell you to get some sleep,

“You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”

Of course she refused to explain what that meant, “All shall be revealed, Miss. Don’t worry.”

The mist was still heavy in the air when you woke to prepare for your trek into the forest the next morning. With Rue’s help, you were ready when the guard knocked on your door.

The brothers were waiting at the bottom of the stairs, standing on either side of their parents.

The Queen was all smiles, although her eyes showed the strain she was trying to hide,

“Good morning, Dear! I trust you slept well?” You bowed your head and smiled at your future mother-in-law, “The suite is very comfortable. Thank you for making it available to me.”

“You will be accompanied by two guards that are familiar with the forest and the enchanted garden. I know there may come a time in the journey when they won’t be allowed to be with you,” she looked directly at Rue, “But I trust your safety will be of the utmost importance.”

Rue bowed her head and curtsied deep, “Yes, Your Highness.”

Once your group was led to the stables and fitted with horses, you looked at Rue,

“You’re glowing. Literally. Your skin is sparkling brighter as we ride. When are you going to share your secrets?”

The guard that hugged Rue the day before chuckled from his place behind you. Rue glanced back at him with humor.

“I don’t know about all of my secrets, Miss. Do you remember when I told you I was from this Province?” You nodded, not wanting to interrupt her.

“I grew up in this forest. In fact, I was born in the enchanted garden.”

Your eyes got wide,

“What does that mean, exactly?”

Rue just smiled at your frustration.

“It means she’s Fae,” Namjoon answered from his place next to Jungkook in the lead.

Your mouth dropped open in shock. You’d known this woman your entire life, and never once had even an inkling of anything different about her.

Rue’s eyes were gentle, “Close your mouth, Miss. I told you, all shall be revealed.” “But, how did I never know? We have been together every single day of my life, and I’ve never seen anything that would have given a hint of you being Fae.”

“You weren’t meant to know until now, Miss.”

You frowned, unhappy with her response. You knew her well enough to know she wasn’t going to give you a clear answer. Rue always preferred to let people learn their lessons and information for themselves.

The trail into the forest eventually led to an open field where the horses stopped and refused to go any further.

“This is where we leave our guards,” Rue said as she dismounted.

“What about that guard?” you asked, pointing to the man that knew Rue, “He’s glowing just like you. Isn’t he allowed?”

Rue nodded as she helped you off of your horse, “Technically yes. But for this trip, I will be the only one accompanying you and the Princes.”

The man in question winked at Rue, “Good luck.”

She rolled her eyes and turned to where Namjoon and Jungkook stood,

“Are you ready?”

They both nodded, but Namjoon’s scowl was deep,

“It’s ridiculous that we have to take these steps. I am older. This shouldn’t even be an issue.”

“All shall be revealed, Your Highness. Please, follow me.”

You were thankful the forest undergrowth was thick and the trail was thin so your group was forced to walk single file. Namjoon walked in front of you, eyes up and on guard to protect you at all costs. Jungkook walked behind, fully aware of his surroundings, but enjoying the ability to watch you and smell the perfume that seemed to come off you in waves. You felt surrounded and secure, like nothing bad could touch you with these men on the lookout.

Your thoughts focused on these men as you walked. Arrangements had already been made for you to marry Namjoon. But Jungkook had made his intentions to take you as his own very clear.

You’d only just met them the day before, and knew nothing about either man. Were they kind? What were their faults? You had no clue. As it was, there was no way for you to choose.

The air suddenly smelled like flowers. The scent started out light, but was getting heavier as they moved through the heavy brush. And, though the daylight seemed to fade despite the early hour, the silvery glow coming from Rue grew progressively brighter.

“What’s that?” Namjoon asked the woman in the lead. His pace slowed, and one arm came back to protectively cage you in.

Jungkook grabbed your shoulders and pressed to your back, instantly alert,

“What is it, Namjoon?”

Rue answered, “It’s the Enchanted Garden. This is where we will find the answers you seek.”

You leaned to the side to peek around Namjoon, and saw a bright glow breaking the darkness ahead. He turned his head and caught your eye. His smile was gentle and sweet, and you couldn’t help but respond in kind.

Jungkook didn’t let go when the pace picked back up again. In fact, one hand came down to sit on your waist, “All this work just for everyone else to understand what I already know,” he said quietly so only you could hear, “You and I are meant to be.”

You were unsure how to respond. What if you smiled too kindly, and then you were told you weren’t supposed to be with him?

It didn’t take long for Rue to lead your group to a border between dark and light, where she stopped and turned to address your curious faces,

“We are about to enter the Enchanted Garden. You will encounter magic you’ve never imagined to exist. It will feel foreign, but please don’t be afraid. They mean no harm.”

“How can you be sure?” Namjoon asked, sounding like the leader he truly was.

Rue smiled, “This was my home for a long time. This is where I come from. You are safe with me.”

She knew you were safe. The King of the Fae would have no true interest in the humans. No. His focus would be on her. Rue had always taken an interest in the affairs of the humans, despite the King’s thoughts. She understood that having a good relationship with them was important.

The King, on the other hand, cared very little for the goings on of the human kind, and was extremely unhappy with her when Rue decided to leave the forest to work with them.

Rue hadn’t been home since she’d had the vision of a human girl that would grow to be very important to her homeland, and left the Province to help raise that young lady to be kind and generous. The kind of leader you would want for your people.

The King thought she should be more interested in what was happening in the forest, rather than out. That she should stay and accept his advances. Rule by his side.

She wasn’t sure what kind of reception she would receive, but what she did know was that Jimin was not a bad King. He had a good heart, and he would help you and the men at no cost to you. What she expected him to ask of her, though, was another thing.

The group entered the garden with slow, cautious steps. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the ethereal light that seemed to emanate from everywhere at once. The place truly was magical. A small swimming hole that was fed from a babbling brook was the first thing that had their attention. The trees glowed with shimmering magic, and the vines hanging from the branches looked more like streamers of flowers than anything else. The grass and moss on the ground looked soft enough for bare feet, and the air was fresh.

Rue was tense and watchful while Namjoon, Jungkook and you looked around in wonder and fascination. She knew they were being watched. Jimin always knew when someone entered the garden.

“Rue, this place is beautiful. You grew up here?” you asked, full of curiosity as you took in the beauty around you. Jungkook had yet to let go of you. He allowed you to move around to inspect your surroundings, but stayed with you just in case you needed protection.

Namjoon stood sentinel, eyeing every inch of the place with suspicion.

A low chuckle came from everywhere and nowhere at once. And, even though the trees and leaves were still, the air felt like it was rushing against your skin, touching every inch of it, whether it was exposed to the elements or not.

Namjoon’s body jerked and, in his shock, he exclaimed “What the fuck was that?”

Jungkook immediately had his sword at the ready. He pulled you protectively against his own body and called out, “What is this?”

Rue stood, stiff and watchful, unsure of the welcome she would receive, “It’s magic, Your Highnesses. Please, be calm. The King of the Fae is acknowledging our presence in his garden.”

The air you felt against your skin crackled with magic. It tingled, and made you feel uncomfortable with the erotic feelings it produced along your sensitive areas. You felt its effect on Jungkook, as you were pressed against him.

Jungkook had an inner battle between not wanting you to feel his erection pressed against your backside and wanting to keep you absolutely safe and covered. He decided your safety was more important than his decorum.

The erotic feeling put Namjoon on edge, and he was ready to fight. It wasn’t that the feeling was a bad one, it actually felt really good. Too good. And if he was going to feel that good, Namjoon wanted to have his woman connected to it. He unconsciously moved toward you and Jungkook, not stopping until he was pressed to the front of you. You were surrounded. Safe.

What you didn’t know was that the sensations you were feeling paled in comparison to what Rue was experiencing. Jimin hadn’t presented himself yet, but his attention was focused on her. She closed her eyes and breathed deep. He wanted her to cum, and she had no choice in the matter. It wasn’t strong, thankfully, but the orgasm had Rue shuddering and fighting to stay on her feet.

Jimin was well known for finding weaknesses in those around him… And Rue’s weakness was Jimin, himself. It had been foretold that she would be his Queen. She was raised to be the leader the Fae needed. To be the partner of the King.

And when the vision came that you were to be born, and the effect it would have on the Fae world, she knew she had to go. She got the job as your hand maiden with shameless use of magic, and spent your entire life helping teach you to have empathy, and be a good leader in hopes that, when your time came, you’d be able to work with the Fae. Support and help protect not just your own people, but the Fae as well. Jimin had a hard time understanding why she would put such energy and work into the human world, and was especially unhappy that she left him to do it.

A man that glowed brightly slowly walked into the garden. He was shirtless, and his pants seemed to be made of fibers found in the wild. His bare feet were steady as he prowled toward Rue.

To an outsider it would seem he had no idea there were others in the garden, but she was well aware that he knew. Jimin knew everything that happened in his garden. His black hair was longer than the last time she saw him more than 20 years before, but his raw sexual energy was the same.

The Fae are not shy about sex. If your body is hungry, you should feed it. Whether it be with food or intimacy, if your body craves it, you should make sure you are well fed.

Namjoon and Jungkook made eye contact and had an entire conversation in that one look. Jungkook pulled you tighter against his body and turned slightly away from where the strange man was headed while Namjoon moved to protect Rue.

Even though her eyes were glued to the man coming her way, Rue saw Namjoon move in her peripheral and held up her hand, “No, Your Highness. He will not hurt me. Please, stay with YN.”

Jimin chuckled again and, when he reached her, slowly walked in a circle around Rue. He was only inches away, and never took his eyes off of her,

“Just as beautiful as ever,” he said quietly into the hair just behind her ear, “although I don’t love these clothes. They look too scratchy and uncomfortable.”

He chuckled again and Rue’s dress was gone, replaced with something more traditional to the Fae... A slip type dress, thin and fitted, made from fibers of the forest.

“There. Much better, don’t you think?”

Although he still had yet to physically touch her, Rue felt him everywhere as he stopped to stand in front of her. He was stunningly beautiful. His eyes looked even darker against the silver glow coming off of his skin. A glow that Rue knew got brighter when he was feeling particularly strong emotions.

“Jimin.”

He tilted his head to the side, “I like my name on your lips. I’d almost forgotten what it sounds like.”

His face remained blank as he stared at her, but the glow coming from him got brighter as they kept eye contact.

You were trying to look around the wall that was Namjoon in your protective sandwich to see what was happening. As soon as Rue told him to stand down, Namjoon was back to help Jungkook make sure you were covered and safe, which also meant that you had a hard time seeing what was happening with the woman that was not only your hand maiden, but best friend.

“What’s going on?” You whispered as you leaned to look around Namjoon.

Jungkook’s hold on your waist got tighter in an effort to keep you still. He pulled you even closer, leaned down and whispered in your ear,

“It looks like they know each other. He hasn’t even looked our way, so far his focus is solely on Rue.”

The glow coming off of Jimin calmed Rue. It was a language of its own. That glow meant his emotions were at play, and if his emotions were involved to that extent, he may still love her.

“Jimin,” her voice was soft and a little breathy.

He took a deep breath and tilted his head to the other side. A smirk forming on his lips,

“My little Rue,” he said, keeping an unaffected tone in his voice, “What brings you back to your home and your people? I see you brought humans with you. I assume you haven’t come just to see me.”

Rue cleared her throat. Twice. Despite the glow that was giving her hope, his tone made her nervous,

“I told you when I left that I’d be back. I even told you how long I’d be gone. These are the Crown Princes of the Province the Forest resides in, and the Princess I left to care for all those years ago.”

Jimin’s only response was “Hmmmmm” as his eyes started to wander down her body.

A tittering of small giggles sounded from the shadows, making Rue roll her eyes. Every creature in the Fae community was curious and watchful, of course they’d show up for a showdown like this. She supposed she would do the same thing if she was on the other side of the situation.

“I brought them here for your wisdom. There is a conflict that could affect us all, and The Queen thought you might have insight to help rectify the situation peacefully.”

Jimin raised one eyebrow and moved to circle her again, speaking close to her ear when he said, “What business is the world of humans to me.” His fingers touched her wrist and with a slow, light touch, moved up her arm, “The only business I’m interested in right now is a wayward female that has spent more than twenty years eluding me when she should have been by my side caring for our people.”

Rue turned to face him in exasperation, “Jimin, I told you why I had to go. It does affect us and our people. It’s important for our kind to live in harmony with the humans. It keeps everyone safe.”

Jimin smiled. He’d always enjoyed Rue’s fire.

“Why don’t you help your humans, then? Why bring them here?”

She frowned and propped her hands on her hips in annoyance, to Jimin’s great delight,

“You know very well how our magic works, Jimin. I am too close to the situation and can’t clearly see the solution.”

He chuckled, “Look at you. You’ve picked up some very entertaining human habits.”

“Focus, Jimin.”

“I am focused. On you.”

“Will you help them?”

“What will you give me?”

“Why are you being coy? I know the price to pay.”

Again, Jimin chuckled, “Is it really so much to ask?” as his hand moved to her waist to pull her flush against his body.

Still tightly locked between your two men, you tried to listen to the quiet conversation happening between Rue and this magical man, “What’s happening. I can’t hear very well.”

Namjoon could hear a little bit, and whispered, “He’s asking for a price. Payment for helping us.”

You looked up at him, “Rue doesn’t look too concerned about payment. Whatever it is must not be too much.”

Namjoon shook his head, “I don’t know about that. Whatever it is, I think it’s something she expected.”

And it was. Rue knew when the group set off on their excursion that morning that she wouldn’t be accompanying them back. She’d left her people for a long time, and she knew the man she was fated to be with would not let her leave again without making sure their connection was complete.

Jimin was not usually controlling, for a King, but when the Fae that was supposed to be his Queen wanders back home after disappearing for more than 20 years to fulfill some prophecy, he didn’t think he was asking too much for her to uphold her end of their union.

“My part in this prophecy is completed, and it’s time for me to come home, to our people, and to you.”

Jimin smiled at her words and leaned in to take the kiss he’d been waiting for for so long. Rue, though, turned her head so his lips landed on her cheek, instead.

“Your help, first, if you please.”

Again, Jimin chuckled, “And what help do you need from me?” He pulled away from Rue and looked to the humans that were huddled together for the first time.

You inhaled sharply as he walked your way. Raw sexual energy came off of him in waves, even the smirk that would have annoyed you on any other person was sexy. The man took in the three of you, taking a moment to look at each of you individually.

He turned to Rue, “You’re telling me you didn’t see the solution? It’s right in front of you.” He turned and stalked back to her, “Now, back to your payment.”

“What does ‘It’s right in front of you’ even mean?” Namjoon said, frustration bleeding through in his voice despite his efforts to stay calm, “We come to you looking for a solution. Is YN meant to be with me or my brother? That’s what we need to know.”

Jimin slithered around Rue, his body making contact with every part of her he could reach. Rue stood still, very aware that, if she responded in kind, their questions would never be answered, “Focus, Jimin. Payment will not be rendered until questions are answered.”

Your curiosity got the better of you and, from your position peeking around Namjoon, you asked, “What payment? Rue, what’s going on?”

Once again, Jimin’s chuckle seemed to come from every corner of the garden, “Since you didn’t even know she was Fae, I’m sure she didn’t tell you that she is destined to be my Queen.” He traced Rue’s lips with his forefinger, “She left me many years ago to fulfill a prophecy to care for a girl that would grow to be Queen. Her payment now will be to fulfill her duties to me, her King, and her people.”

Rue took a deep breath, fighting the tingling feeling of air and magic she could feel touching every part of her body. Her eyes never left Jimin when she spoke,

“I’m not going back with you, YN. I will remain where I belong. With my people, and my King.”

“What?!” The panic of losing your friend and source of comfort plainly heard in your voice, “You have to come back with me! I don’t know what I would do without you, Rue!”

Rue finally tore her eyes from Jimin and looked at the girl she helped raise. Proud the woman she’d become, and knowing they’d have a good relationship between your people going forward.

She moved toward you with Jimin close behind. She pulled you out from your safety sandwich between Namjoon and Jungkook and hugged you tight.

“I’ve loved you for your entire life. You’ve grown to be a smart, fair, beautiful woman, and I’m so proud of you. This doesn’t mean we will never see each other again. Just that, while you are learning to become the best Queen you can be for your people, I will be doing the same. You know where the garden is now, and you know there are some Fae that work with the Royal Family. This isn’t a goodbye. It’s more of a ‘see you soon’.”

You were trying to stay strong, but the tears wouldn’t be held back. Rue smiled and wiped the wetness away from your cheeks before she leaned in to kiss your forehead, a familiar comforting move that had been done many times over the years.

“Let’s figure out your ‘husband’ issue,” she said with a wink. She put her arm around your shoulders and turned to Jimin,

“What is it that I can’t see? How can we help them?”

He was standing just behind them, seductively running his thumb across his bottom lip while he took in his woman, ignoring the humans and their problems. It wasn’t until Rue addressed him directly that he paid attention to what she wanted.

Their eyes met and his eyebrows raised in question.

Rue sighed in exasperated patience, “The sooner you help them, the sooner you will collect your payment.”

Somehow his smile was brighter than the glow coming off of his skin,

“The men must share. The Queen will have two kings. This will bring peace and prosperity to the lands. If the men cannot share, there will be war and people will suffer. This is what I see.”

Namjoon and Jungkook were thunderstruck. Share a wife? The notion had never crossed their minds. It was taboo.

Namjoon rejected the idea outright, “We cannot share a wife. It’s just not done.”

Jungkook quietly moved behind you and pulled you back against his body, physically showing his unwillingness to share.

Jimin shrugged, “That’s what I’ve seen. Pride or peace, the choice is yours.”

Rue saw the struggle in the faces of the three humans, and worried Pride would win the internal war, “Jimin,” she turned to face him with a plea, “Is there no way you can help them with the decision?”

The look he gave her was plainly wicked, “Of course there is.”

Although she grew up with the Fae, her time with the humans had shown Rue exactly how irritating the Fae’s habit of talking around a subject was.

She sighed in irritation, “Jimin.”

He chuckled, obviously enjoying this game. But, with the final return of his Queen on the line, he decided to greatly shorten his play time. An earthen bowl appeared in his hand, the liquid in it was viscous and swirling with silver.

The King of the Fae dipped his forefinger in it and moved toward Namjoon,

“As the eldest, you are due to be King of your land. The leader you will become with your Queen and brother ruling at your side will greatly outshine what you would do on your own,” he reached up and swiped Namjoon’s lower lip, leaving a thick coating of the fluid. With a little magical influence, Namjoon immediately licked it clean, though his suspicious eyes never left the man who spoke.

“And you, sweet maiden,” Jimin said as he moved in front of you, “You will bring peace and prosperity to your land and your people. With these two as your husbands, your happiness will soar and everyone around you will benefit,” he reached out and slowly swiped a thick layer of the liquid across her lower lip.

Again, with a little magical help, you licked up the fluid without thought.

Jimin moved to Jungkook and took a moment to look the man from head to toe. He smiled, and made a very audible, “mmmmmm” that sounded extremely sexual.

Jungkook stood straight and puffed out his chest to make him look tough.

Jimin chuckled, “And you will make a beautiful specimen of a man. It is unfortunate you are human.” He dipped his finger in the bowl and, even slower than he did to you, wiped his finger across Jungkook’s lower lip.

“This will help you move past your hesitations. You will learn quickly that working together will take you farther and bring you much more happiness than you’d ever imagined.”

The cheeks of all three of them flushed. Namjoon and Jungkook touched you. Their initial intention was to protect you at all costs. Now, though, it was changing to a more erotic purpose.

Jimin turned back to Rue, “There. I’ve done what I can do. Will my Queen return to me now?”

She smiled fondly at him, “What did you give them?”

Jimin’s smile took on an even more wicked air, “The most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.”

Rue gasped and looked beyond the Fae to you and your human men. You were still pressed against Jungkook, only now he had his face buried in the side of your neck, using his lips and teeth to kiss and nibble any exposed flesh he could reach. The moment Jimin turned away, Namjoon kissed you. Somehow, the three of you worked in harmony as clothing was thrown this way and that without a care in the world about who was around or may be watching.

Jimin had come around the back of Rue and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck, never taking his eyes off of the thruple as they lost their inhibitions. His own hands slid up Rue’s torso and helped her dress slide off of her body, “You know what I gave them. I want to hear you say it.” Jimin slid one hand down her body and cupped between her legs, feeling the heat she couldn’t deny.

The erection digging into her bottom jumped when she answered him with a breathy,

“It’s your essence.”

He chuckled and rolled a nipple between the fingers of his free hand. The fingers between her legs had trapped her clit between them, and was being given the same treatment as her nipple, “Be more specific, my Queen. I want to hear you say it.”

Rue whimpered. One of her hands reached back to caress the back of Jimin’s head, and the other slid down his arm to caress the hand that was driving her crazy.

“C….cum. It’s your cum.” She was fighting to think past the sensations he was showering her with. Where he wasn’t physically touching her, Jimin had magic doing the work. Caressing, lightly scratching, nibbling… Rue’s entire body was feeling him.

His lips were on her neck, just below her ear when he whispered, “It’s the most powerful I’ve ever made. Do you want to know how? I was thinking about you. I was stroking my cock, remembering you. Your taste, your smell. The feel of your skin. I was glowing bright enough to blind the sun when I created that essence.”

“Sh… she will need help,” Rue got out in between moans, “Sh...she can’t take them both.”

The three of you were fully naked by then. Your hands were busy, as was your mouth as you tried to make sure both men were equally taken care of.

Again, Jimin’s chuckle came from everywhere just before he appeared next to you.

Namjoon and Jungkook again sandwiched you in between their hard bodies to protect you from this strange man. But, the aphrodisiac they hadn’t known they’d taken made the sensations of their skin on skin contact more important than anything, or anyone, around them. The need to have each other was the only thing that mattered.

“Now, now,” Jimin said with great delight, “You don’t want to hurt her, do you?”

That got their attention.

“Here,” Jimin said with a smile, “This will help make things easier for her.”

The earthen bowl and swirling silver liquid reappeared in his hand. He looked mischievous as he dipped his hand into the bowl, filled it with the liquid, and reached down to caress Namjoon’s hard cock.

“Yah!” Namjoon yelled, but didn’t move. His breathing was instantly labored and his eyes looked more heated than before.

Jimin did the same to Jungkook, though he took extra care to make sure the liquid covered every inch of the man’s penis.

Every bit of fight was gone from these two proud Royals. If this was what would make things easier for their woman, so be it.

Jimin moved to scoop another handful from the bowl, and stopped,

“This will lubricate your woman and make your mating extremely pleasurable, but it needs to be spread around on the treasure between her legs…”

Namjoon didn’t think twice, he reached out and stuck his hand in the bowl, scooping out the liquid. His lips slammed back down on yours just before his fingers slid in between your pussy lips, thoroughly spreading the liquid heat. Your body responded by releasing what felt like a torrent of your own lubrication to prepare for what was coming.

“It would be best if you both took her at the same time to begin your relationship,” Jimin said as he backed away. His features were hungry with the idea of being able to take his Queen while watching this threesome make love for the first time, “You will then be on equal ground and have no fight about who was first, or who is best.”

Jungkook turned you to face him, and took your lips in a fit of passion you’d never thought to experience. Namjoon nestled his cock between your ass cheeks and began rocking as his lips attached to your neck. Their hands were everywhere, and your body felt like it might explode from the sensations.

Jimin wrapped himself back around Rue, “Let’s watch, my love. Let’s watch them come apart and rut like animals in heat.” His pants had disappeared and his hard cock pushed between her legs, sandwiched between her pussy lips and started rocking back and forth. It only took that cock grazing her clit a couple of times for her to cum again. The hand that had been caressing her nipples slipped down, and his arm wrapped around her middle, holding her as she shook.

“Mmmmmmm,” his moan in her ear vibrated throughout her body, “Look at them, love. Look at them losing themselves in each other.”

Rue opened her eyes and looked up at you and your men.

Namjoon laid back on a soft mossy covered area and held his arms out for you to straddle him, while Jungkook held your hips and helped guide you down. You got on your knees and stopped to look back at him,

“Same time?”

He nodded slowly, licking his lips and trying to hold back the rush of lust he felt for you.

You looked at Namjoon,

“Same time?”

He also nodded slowly as he reached his hand up to cup your cheek,

“We will go as slow as you need.”

But you didn’t want to be slow. Your pussy ached to be filled. You wanted to feel them taking you, making you theirs. Your pussy was dripping with need. Whatever it was that King Jimin used to help make your body ready for them worked, almost too well. You felt wild, and guessed that this was what animals felt when they were in heat.

You rocked on Namjoon’s length, dragging it across your clit, enjoying the gasps you heard from him.

Jungkook’s hard body pressed to your back as he knelt behind you, his fingers sliding into your soaked entrance,

“Are you ready? We don’t want to hurt you?”

You moaned and rocked back onto his fingers, getting lost in the sensations.

Jimin moaned along with you, and sped up the circles he’d been making around Rue’s clit,

“Any second now she is going to be stuffed with two cocks, my love, Do you want it? Do you want that, too? I can make that happen, you know.”

Rue cried out as her body started to shudder again. This time Jimin guided her onto her hands and knees, “Keep your head up, my Queen,” he said as he pulled her hair with just enough tension that she was forced to comply with his wishes, “And keep your eyes open. We don’t want to miss this.”

He held the tip of his cock ready, teasing her entrance, anticipating the moment the men in front of them would penetrate their woman for the first time.

“Please,” your pleas were breathy, and full of lust, “Please take me. Please. I need you so much. Please.”

In the end you decided they were taking too long. You lifted yourself up and positioned Namjoon’s cock at your entrance, then reached further back to grab hold of Jungkook’s hardness. He moaned and moved with you, allowing you to position him as you liked.

If he would have stopped to think about it, having his dick pressed against his brother’s like this wasn’t something he ever wanted to do, and he would have balked. But with this woman between them, and the tantalizing entrance of her body dripping on them both, no such thoughts entered his mind.

All he could think about was making her cum.

Making her his.

Theirs.

You blew out a breath as you started to work the two cocks inside of your pussy. They were big, but the extra lubrication that Jimin provided helped immensely. The men stayed still and let you take them in on your own time, both caressing every bit of your body they could reach. Their words of encouragement and moans of pleasure spurred you on until you’d taken both of them as deep as they could go.

They gave you a moment to get used to feeling so full, and then they gently began to move. In and out, sometimes in tandem, sometimes opposite of each other. Either way, your body sang. Your moans and high pitched whines echoed around the garden as your men continued to push your need and pleasure higher.

Jimin slid inside Rue’s swollen pussy as he watched you take your men for the first time. She’d already cum three times, so he took it slow. Just as slow as you were taking your men. Jimin mimicked the movements of the three across the garden. When they went slow, he went slow. When they sped up, he sped up. His skin was glowing so brightly with the emotion of finally having Rue back.

And when her glow matched his in intensity, Jimin grinned. It was that moment that he knew she was home. His Queen. His woman. She was back, and she was not leaving again.

She whined when he pulled out, but moaned deep from her chest when licked from the base of her spine all the way up to her hairline, and then slammed back in. This time, he paid no mind to the group fornicating in the garden.

This was about him and his Queen.

He grabbed her hips and bit his bottom lip as he sped up his pace. When he felt the warning flutters of her inner walls, he pulled out and moved her to her back.

Rue looked up at him and spread her legs wide, welcoming her King home as he slid back in. This time, he made slow, sweet, love to her. They shared words of devotion, and touches of everlasting love. Flowers bloomed and the garden flourished.

The magic exploding from the King and Queen’s coupling fed everything around them.

While, on the other side of the garden, You and your men were at the end of a very tight coil, all of you were holding on for dear life, knowing that, if you let go, you’d fall into the abyss.

But, when the rope broke, and you came with a surprised screech, the squeeze of the tight confines inside your inner walls brought Namjoon and Jungkook with you. The three of you were shaking and panting. You laid over on top of Namjoon, and Jungkook leaned into you, kissing your back and shoulders in between gasping breaths.

The gush of fluid when they pulled out of you was sucked up by the garden’s moss, a donation for the service it provided.

You sat up and turned to kiss Jungkook, making sure to keep one hand over Namjoon’s heart.

You had no idea how you were all going to make it work, but the future of more than just you and these men was on the line.

You looked past Jungkook and saw a bright light from where Jimin was slowly thrusting into Rue, her fingers were tangled in his hair, and their lips were involved with such passionate kisses that you could almost feel it from where you were.

Namjoon pulled you down for more kisses before asking the question the three of you had all thought, but not spoken…

“How are we going to do this?”

Jungkook crawled over next to Namjoon and laid on his side. He propped his head up on his arm and used his other hand to caress your leg,

“I have no idea. The thought of sharing YN was never something that ever crossed my mind. I don’t know how our parents are going to take it, either. It’s so far outside what’s done.”

You laid your head on Namjoon’s chest and reached over to caress Jungkook’s cheek,

“I won’t choose between you. I can’t. I feel like both of you are mine, and I am yours. We belong.”

Namjoon wrapped his arms around you and squeezed, and Jungkook sat up to kiss you. For the moment, there was no awkwardness, no jealousy. Just acceptance and the beginning seeds of something bigger than any individual love could hold.

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