7

I get back a few hours later.

It took me a while to find all of the twins' supplies for a few nights since I figure if Jungkook was this weird about letting me leave tonight, he'll probably want me to stay the rest of the week.

But finally, I have everything together, including some semi- appropriate professional clothes for myself.

Judging by Jungkook's suit this morning, he'll appreciate it if I put in an effort and wear a work skirt or pants and a nice blazer, even if I am just commuting from his spare room to his spare office.

The whole drive back to his place, I can't stop wondering about my new mysterious alpha boss.

His changeable moods, the way he seems too happy and content to have me and the twins around one moment, and the next he seems annoyed that I haven't done enough at work, or sometimes he seems almost angry with me.

Plus, I cannot stop thinking about our one, searing, unforgettable kiss…

The feeling of his hard body against mine, his strong arms around my waist… and of course, his thick cock digging into my hip.

Okay, so it's been a long time since I've gotten laid. But also, there's an undeniable attraction between us.

Every time we're in the same room, the air feels magnetized, charged with electricity.

All-day at work I kept catching myself drifting into fantasies, thinking about him barging in to finish what we started.

Picking me up and laying me down across that desk, tossing all the papers to the floor as he drags down my pants together with my panties with his hands.

I shiver, feeling growing dampness between my thighs as I think about how he'd take me. He seems like the kind of man who would make me climax first, licking and sucking my cock before he Fvcked me, hard.

Get your head on straight, Taehyung, I scold myself.

He's my boss, after all, for all that he doesn't act like it.

What kind of boss wants their assistant to live down the hall with his twin kids, after all?

By the time I pull up in front of his complex, it's dark out. I pull into the garage, busying myself with the twins' car seats.

"Let me help," someone calls.

I bump my head on the roof of the car and wince, rubbing it, as I turn around to see Jungkook's doorwoman hurrying my way.

"I saw you pull in," she says as she reaches me, and points overhead.

Of course.

Security cameras.

"You shouldn't be stuck with these two adorable babies all on your own," she's tutting as she expertly unbuckles Haru and unfolds his stroller from the trunk. "Next time I see Mr Jeon, I'm telling him he needs to treat his new man better," she adds, shaking her head.

"Oh, I—" My cheeks flare red-hot. "We're not… Uh. I'm Mr Jeon's assistant," I finally managed to stammer.

She stops in the middle of preparing the stroller to blink. She's surprised, though she's too polite to say so.

"My apologies," she says, after a long pause.

Then she glances back and forth from me to the kids and the car again, doubtless wondering the same thing I am—why is Mr Jeon's assistant coming to his house at night with her children, clearly ready to spend the night?

Lady, I wish I could tell you.

"I'm Taehyung, by the way," I tell her as I lift Haru out of the car and buckle him into the stroller. "What's your name?"

"Solar." She smiles. "You're lucky—you've got a good boss. Mr Jeon is my best tenant. Not to mention the most attractive."

I flush again as I lean across the backseat to grab Areum. I'm glad my head is buried in the car so she can't see my face just now.

When I slide back out with Areum in hand, I've gotten the blush under control.

"He's good looking, I suppose," I agree, reaching for the twins' overnight bag.

Solar beats me to it, and shoulders the bag, leading me toward the elevator.

"Oh, you more than suppose." Her eyes catch mine, twinkling with amusement. "That or you must not swing his way, because anyone with eyes can tell he's a catch."

I swallow hard.

Here it is.

My chance to ask her about Jungkook's life.

Maybe there isn't a mate involved. If his doorwoman thinks I'm the new man, then he must have gotten rid of the old one by now.

Or maybe Solar is just too professional to break the news to one partner that he's got another on the side.

He could be a regular player, the kind of guy with different partners every week, plus a few bonus ones in different zip codes…

Before I can decide how to broach the topic, or even what to ask Solar, the elevator doors ping open, and Jungkook steps out.

"Finally," he says, glancing between me and Solar.

"Mr Jeon," Solar greets him with a broad smile as she hands over my overnight bag, "I was just getting to know your charming new assistant. He's quite lovely."

Solar grins up at him, and oh my god, is she pulling the same thing on him that she just did on me?

What a little mischievous matchmaker.

"Thanks so much for your help," I say loudly, interrupting any potentially embarrassing announcement she was about to make. "See you tomorrow!"

Solar takes the hint, though not without winking at me as she leaves. "Enjoy your night," she calls over her shoulder, one last parting shot as she leaves for the front door, and we step into the elevator together, the twins' stroller between us.

"That took quite a long time," Jungkook says as the elevator leaps upward. I can feel the strong lingering pull between us.

"Well, it takes a minute, packing for twins," I counter, annoyed.

I went through all this trouble, came back here at the end of the night just to stay in the room he's decided he must have me live out of, and he's complaining about how long it took?

"You needn't have worried," he replies as we reach the top floor. I open my mouth to ask what he means, but he's already striding away up the hall.

No matter.

My question gets answered a minute later when I roll the babies into the spare room.

Jungkook has been busy while I was gone.

The room is full of stuff.

A second crib, slightly larger than the first.

Clothing sized perfectly for the twins—everything from adorable little matching pyjamas to going-out outfits—a dress for Areum and a miniature suit and tie for Haru.

There are play clothes, shoes, socks, a stack of diapers…

Even some clothes sized a little larger, presumably for them to grow into.

I stand on the threshold, gaping, open-mouthed with shock. I don't know what to do.

I never had a baby shower.

Everything the twins own, I bought myself, because the universe knows my mother wouldn't even consider buying them a single present.

"Nobody helped me with you," she said the day they were born, even though I know for a fact that's a lie.

My dad was right by her side every step of the way, taking care of everything—taking care of me and her, right up until the day he died.

Staring at this room feels like stepping into the surprise baby shower I never expected. Everything I need is here, and then some.

My surprise only grows when I open the closet and find the old clothes I'd worn this morning gone.

Brand new dresses, skirts, shirts and pyjamas hang in their place. Even some jeans, which are laughably fancy.

I guess that's Jungkook's idea of casual pants.

More shocking, they're all exactly my size. A shiver raced down my spine, as I realize what that means—how closely Jungkook must have been paying attention to my body.

I can't help imagining his eyes all over me, devouring me, studying me. Figuring me out, better than I know myself.

Fvck.

Haru fusses quietly, which is the only thing that drags me out of my stupor.

I unwrap the brand new diapers and change him, then Areum, dressing them both in duckie pyjamas with little footies that are too damn cute.

I take my time, tickling them, playing with them, as we get ready.

Moments like this, I can't believe the twins are real—these are my babies, and this is my life. How did I get so lucky?

I feed them with formula I find in the empty kitchen, a better brand than the kind I was using. Once they're both sleeping soundly, I tiptoe out of the room and to find Jungkook.

His study is empty, and his bedroom door is wide open, but when I peek inside, ignoring a little thrill at the sight of his broad king-size bed, and all the thoughts that provokes about the things he could do to me in that bed, it's empty.

I pace back to the kitchen and find him at the stove, stir-fry sizzling in a pan before him.

"What are you doing?" I ask, noticing how much food is in the pan.

"What does it look like?" he responds his back to me, not meeting my eye. "Making dinner."

"Why?" I spread my arms. "Why all of this?"

"You made breakfast," he replies simply, dodging my question, pretending he thinks I'm only asking about dinner. "Can't I do something nice for my new employee?"

"Thank you for dinner." I raise an eyebrow. "But…"

"But what?" he prompts.

I shouldn't.

I know I shouldn't.

I should just roll with this, take the dinner, not ask too many questions.

But it's all so damn confusing.

The way he's hot and cold on and off.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I ask, after a long pause, during which he waits, patiently, watching me. "You don't even like me much."

"Don't I?" His eyes meet mine. Searing chocolate eyes that bore holes through me.

I straighten my back, square my shoulders. I won't let him distract me this easily again.

"You sure don't act like it. You tell me I need to stay here to be worth hiring, you keep dismissing me or ignoring me—anytime we do talk I barely get two-word sentences out of you."

He just watches me quietly, until I sputter into silence. Then he turns back to the stove. "With kale or without?"

Frustrated, I collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table. "With," I replied, defeated.

He's not going to explain what's going on, why he dislikes me. I guess I just have to appreciate his kind gestures, and ignore his cold-as-ice attitude.

Could be worse…

Except that I don't want coldness between us. I want the heat. I want the fire.

I want his hands all over my body, pulling me to him, his lips crushing mine and his hard body running along my length…

He sets a plate in front of me and I force myself out of that impossible fantasy. I take a bite of his stir-fry, though I can already tell from the scent that this will be frustrating.

It's delicious, damn him.

Hot, wealthy, a great cook, generous when he wants to be, great with kids…

This man has everything.

Which is why I am not convinced he doesn't have a partner, too.

Some lucky person must have snatched him up years ago. I think about the clothes I found in the spare room this morning, as I pick through the food.

"So, Jungkook."

He just looks at me, expectant. God, I love the silent type, but he's intimidatingly so.

I swallow a bite of stir-fried mushrooms for courage. "Do you live alone?" I ask once I've washed that down with a sip of water.

"I do, yes."

Hmm.

A good sign toward singleness.

Then again, if he's just a playboy…

I'm still debating whether I should outright ask if there's anyone in the picture when, to my surprise, he speaks up.

"You do too, Taehyung."

The sound of my name on his lips makes my chest ache and my groin tighten.

But then I register what he's said, and laugh bitterly.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only because you said you don't have a partner, earlier."

Oh.

Right.

Duh.

My cheeks flare again.

"Yeah, well…" I shrug one shoulder. "Guess I'm not the partnering type."

Jungkook leans forward, a furrow of concern between his brows. "Why do you say that?"

"Just…" Inadvertently, I glance toward the twins' room. "Anytime I've tried the whole relationship thing, it always seems to go badly. Maybe it's just not meant to be for me."

"I don't believe that for a moment," he replies, with more heat in his voice than I'd expect. When I glance up again, he's staring at me, intense and caring all at once. "What happened, if you don't mind my asking?"

I tilt my head to one side, confused. "What happened to what?"

"Your ex."

He, too, glances toward the twins' room.

I frown. "Which one?"

He blinks, squirming a little in his chair. "I… Well, I assumed there had been someone in the picture. When you had Haru and Areum."

I shake my head, laughing a little again. "I'm not mated, I've given up on relationships long before the twins came around. Haru and Areum don't have a father."

His face visibly tightens as I say that, his eyes narrowing and his mouth clamping tight.

Oh god.

I can already imagine what he's thinking.

That I just had some one-night stand or… I hold up my hands as if to tell him to stop.

"It's nothing weird. I just really wanted children, I was at a point in my life where I had a stable job, and enough income to support—well." I laugh softly. "To support one child, but I got lucky with a bonus prize."

He's still watching me, so intently that the air starts to do that magnetizing thing again. Every hair on my body rises, even as my shoulders turn toward him and I seem to gravitate toward him, leaning in slowly against my will.

"I was artificially inseminated," I explain. "They're test-tube babies." I smile sideways. "The best decision I ever made, no matter how difficult it might get."

"Would you consider letting an alpha or a beta into your life now?" he asks, and I swear I nearly fall out of my seat in shock.

Why is he asking this? Is he thinking about…

But no. I've seen the way he is.

Hot and cold.

On and off.

He's just making small talk.

Dinner conversation.

So I tell myself. But I also notice that neither of us has continued eating. Fine, if he wants to play this game… "What about you?" I reply, and I'm gratified by the slight startle in his eyes. "Why are you still single? You're rich, you love children, not to mention you're hot as hell."

To my satisfaction, his cheeks tinge the faintest pink at that last comment. "We're talking about you right now," he counters, and I notice that he's leaning in too. We're just inches apart, his breath on my cheeks, only the tabletop between us. "So come on. Would you consider lifting your ban, or have you sworn them off for good?"

His foot brushes mine under the table, and I jolt at the electric shock that sings through me. "I—I don't…. Um…"

He grins slightly, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

I shake my head to clear it. "I haven't sworn them off forever, I just… It would have to be the right man. You know. Someone who cared about children, someone who understood the responsibility that comes with dating an omega male with kids. Someone who I can tell likes the twins, who would make a good father, like—"

I freeze, stopping myself dead.

He's barely an inch away from me now. Those chocolate eyes of his are flecked with yellow at the centres, like tiny sunbursts. I can't look away.

"Like who, Taehyung?" he whispers.

"Like you," I hear myself say, and I swear I can already feel his lips again, kissing me, claiming me…

But he doesn't move.

I count breaths in the silence, listening to the racing pulse in my chest. He's breathing faster too, I can feel it against my cheeks, hot as flames.

But then his eyes break from mine, and he glances down at the table between us. "You don't need to lie to me," he murmurs faintly, pushing away from the table.

He picks up our plates, but I catch his wrist and stand beside him, holding him there, my fingers burning where they wrap around his wrist.

"I'm not lying. I've seen you, the way you are with the twins. I would never lie about that. You're a good man, Jungkook."

His doe eyes snap back to mine, white-hot, wide with surprise.

"Even if you act cold sometimes," I add, smiling slightly.

Then I can't say anything else, because he grabs my chin in his fingers and tilts my head up towards his.

When our lips finally collide, it feels like the kind of kiss I've spent years waiting for.

Hot and burning at once, all-consuming.

He wraps his arms around me, hands on my hips, and I arch onto my tiptoes, kissing him back with everything I have. His tongue parts my lips, tasting me, I breathe in his heady scent, unable to get enough.

"Taehyung," he groans, and just like that, I'm a goner. He grips my ass, lifts me slightly to slide his feet under me. We walk like that, I balanced on his feet, out of the kitchen. "I need to fvck you," he says, his voice low and guttural.

"Take me."

I look up at him, arms around his neck, feeling every inch of his sinuous, sinful body against mine, including his cock, thick and hard where it digs into my stomach.

"Do whatever you want to me, Jungkook, I want you."

I think he's headed toward the bedroom, but neither of us can wait to make it that far.

At the living room couch, he tosses me down, hovering over me, his hot mouth tracing down my neck, my chest, his hands sliding underneath my shirt.

His teeth grazing my collarbone lightly and my whole body shivered in response.

"Gad, you are fvcking gorgeous, Taehyung," he breathes.

I press my hands flat to his washboard abs and push his shirt up out of the way.

He breaks contact with me for a second to yank it over his head and toss it aside, then he's back, kissing and sucking at my neck, his tongue caressing my heated skin.

"Mmm… you taste amazing..."

I run my hands up to his shoulders, along the sides of his jaw to tilt his head toward mine.

"I want to feel your body against mine," I boldly say.

He slides my shirt off before I have time to blink, he bends to flick his tongue across my nipples, one after the other. I arch my back and gasp, digging my nails into his bareback.

He released a growl at that, he slides back up to claim my mouth in a deep kiss again, his hardened cock digging into mine.

My nipples are hard as diamonds, rubbing against his solid, muscular chest. I can't stop running my hands along his back, his sides, his abs, savouring the feel of his muscular form.

Fvcking hell, he could be a GQ model with this body.

He stops to look at me in the eyes and grins, knowing the effect he has on me, enjoying it. "I can't wait to make you beg for me," he whispers.

I let out a whimper.

He's touching me everywhere, his hands exploring every inch of me like he's trying to memorize me.

His hands knead, circle my nipples, teasing, building my anticipation until every brush of his skin on mine makes me shiver.

"Jungkook…"

Then he flattens his palm against my chest and slides his hand under the hem of my jeans. His fingers delve under my cotton panties, encircling my cock head, as he kisses me again, harder.

We both moan into the kiss, as his fingers inch ever closer to the base of my cock then to the red-hot opening of my body. It feels swollen, leaking and heavy with want.

Our lust-filled pheromones intermingled in the room. Like the torturer that he is, he slides right around my anus.

Rimming and parting my hole opening with his rough fingers, trailing them along the inside.

He can feel how wet I am, and grins, his lips were still pressed to mine. He pulls away just far enough to gaze down at me, eyes lidded, dark and heavy with desire.

"You feel how wet you are?" he murmurs.

"Yes. For you," I whisper, arching up to meet him.

His cock digs into my hip, and I grind against him, desperate, needing him.

But I won't beg. Not yet.

He pushes me back to the couch, smirking. "Ah, ah. You think I'm going to let you come that easily, my dirty little boy?"

I swallow hard. "M-maybe?" I try, catching his eye with a spark in mine.

His grin widens. "Oh, Taehyung. We are only just getting started. I am going to drive you wild…"

His deft finger circling my puckering hole again, then up across my cock.

Damn him.

What a tease.

I gasp faintly as he spreads my hot throbbing hole wider, slides one finger inside me, an inch at a time. "Yes, yes, right there…"

He stops halfway inside me and licks my lips.

"Tell me, Taehyung, have you fantasized about me?" His voice was deeper than earlier.

"Yes," I gasp, my back arching.

His finger slides deeper inside me, all the way in. "Good." He pauses, "Because I have fantasized about you, too. All-day. All night." He nips my neck, just hard enough for a pleasant sting of pain.

He slides another finger into me and I moan louder.

"I can't stop thinking about you. About all the ways I want to fvck you. Spread and take you on every corner and table in my fvcking house. The things I'm going to do to your beautiful, sexy, voluptuous, little body…"

He adds a third finger, filling me, and I feel the stretch throughout my body, my toes curling with sheer pleasure. I can feel myself leaking and spreading out to my thighs.

Then he crooks his fingers deliciously, pressing hard against the wall of my insides, raking down until I cry out faintly when he grazes, circles then added pressure to my sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I want to make you come until you can't even remember your name. Until you beg me to stop—and then I'm going to make you come again. How do you like the sound of that, Taehyung?"

He leans up to watch me again, drinking in my pleasure like a drug as he fingers my sensitive bundle of nerves, making my hips rise off the couch and my mouth part with a gasp.

"Yes, please, f-fvck…" I manage to groan.

He slides his fingers out of me, then without warning thrusts them back inside, pulls them out again, thrusts in, finding a rhythm.

All the while, he keeps his fingers bent, grazing and hitting my sensitive nerves.

"And once I've made you come enough times that I'm satisfied, do you know what I'm going to do?"

He thrusts his hips against mine, in time with his hands.

His finger-fvcking feels like he's fvcking me with his cock, except he curls those fingers, winds them inside me, feeling all my walls at once, driving me wild.

I'm right at the edge, almost to orgasm, my whole body trembling in anticipation.

So close so close fvck, fvck. Fvck…!

And then he stops.

I cry out in protest, my hips arching as I try to reach his hand. When I open my eyes—when did I close them?

I don't even remember—Jungkook is gazing down at me in unmasked pleasure.

His eyes devour me whole, drinking in every inch of my body, and I feel completely naked, even with my jeans still hanging off my hips.

"Do you want to come for me, Taehyung?" he asks, his voice dangerously low and seductive.

"Yes," I pant because I can't do anything else. My body is still poised on the edge, screaming for the release he withheld.

He smiles. "Tell me you want to cum for me."

"P-please, Jungkook, let me cum. Let me cum for you."

In one swift motion, he tugs my jeans off, taking my panties, tosses them over his shoulders. Then, before I can react, he spreads my legs and slides down between my thighs.

His hair grazes my inner thighs, soft and shocking. I shiver and arch my back, lifting my ass off the couch in my eagerness to press closer to him.

But he's still a tease.

He takes his time, licks slowly up my thighs, one after the other. Letting me feel the contrast of his warm, soft tongue on my skin and his stubble grazing my other thigh.

Making me hot and then cold again when his mouth leaves my skin. He kisses the crook where my thigh meets my hipbone, trails his tongue over my smooth-shaved cock, then slowly, tauntingly, trails his tongue down my shaft.

He licks my needy opening teasingly then he slides his tongue back up, then back to parting my ass with his hands, squeezing hard as his tongue slides over my ass too, tasting every inch of me. He's hungry, he can't get enough, it's making me leak more.

"Fvck, Jungkook." My eyes are half-lidded, and I dig my fingers into his hair, my breathing hard, heart pounding. "Your tongue feels amazing."

He pauses to grin up at me, catching my eye, there's something so damn hot about watching him between my thighs, that sexy smirk on his lips.

"You taste so good, I could eat you out all day, Taehyung."

"Don't tease," I whisper, tangling my fingers deeper in his thick, dark hair.

"What's the matter?" he asks.

Then, quick as a flash, his tongue lashes across my cock in a long, slow stroke.

My whole body goes electric—my hips rise off the couch again, and my eyes flutter shut as I moan in response.

I felt that shock in every inch of my body, all the way down to my toes.

I want more.

But he draws back again, grinning once more.

"Don't you like being teased?"

I swallow hard, trying to regain some semblance of control. "It's not bad…" I admit, slowly, carefully. My eyes lock on his again. "But I want to cum for you."

That seems to be the answer he needed to hear. He lowers his face between my legs again, one hand gripping my ass hard, the other spreading my needy pink hole wide open, his fingers teasing my bare, exposed opening.

His tongue delves into me, deep as he can, and curls against the inner wall.

I cry out in pleasure as he licks, taking control of my pleasure, tasting every inch of me.

He's messy about it, lapping at me and sliding his tongue in deep.

I can feel my slick drip down again across my ass, but he licks them up, then circles higher to flick the tip of his tongue.

My body jolts again, still on fire, nerves poised for release. He flattens his tongue and starts to eat me out in earnest, raking his long, flat tongue along with my opening, strong strokes.

Before long, I'm right back at the edge, shaking.

"Fvck, I'm going to come," I gasp, my hands clenching in his dark hair, legs quivering against his cheeks.

He licks harder, faster, my back arches of its own volition as the orgasm hit me.

I shout something, loud and long, though I have no idea what.

My body is on another plane from my mind, exploding with sheer ecstasy.

When I come to again, my body is still shaking, my hole twitching as Jungkook licks between my cock then slides his tongue down onto my hole, sucking up every drop of slick and cum.

Before I know it, I'm gasping again, my cock still thick and swollen.

This time it only takes a couple of slow laps of his tongue across the base of my cock to make me come, screaming a second time, shouting his name as I writhe against the couch.

I think he's done when he sits up to grin down at me, his chin still wet with a combination of my slick and cum. But he's only getting started.

He slides two fingers deep inside my hole, strokes against my front wall.

I'm sensitive from the orgasms, but that only makes it easier for me to come from his fingers massaging my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I swear under my breath as another orgasm takes me, and my legs go limp over his shoulders.

He just bends between my thighs again, this time concentrating on licking just around my cock head, not quite touching the over-sensitive opening.

I've never come this many times in a row—I didn't even know I could—but moments later, I'm arching my back again, moaning, and another sharp spike of pleasure sears through me.

I lose track of how many times he makes me come. At least a couple more times, maybe more, but I was nearly blacking out by then, the sensations were so intense.

Finally, he kisses my inner thigh and slides back up along my body, until we're face-to-face.

He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue, sweet and a little salty.

It's sexy as hell and addicting.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down hard against me.

He breaks the kiss, laughing gently as he gazes down at me, those chocolate eyes of his still full of lust and desire.

"Still want more?" he asks, clicking his tongue. "You're insatiable, Taehyung."

"I want you to fvck me." I lock eyes with him. "I want you inside of me."

He slows down at that.

Gazes into my eyes for another few seconds, before he reaches down and pushes his jeans off his hips.

All the while, we keep our eyes locked, that frank, yearning gaze of his makes me feel more naked than ever.

When he drops his boxers, though, I can't resist looking down.

Wow.

His cock is hard as a rock, smooth as velvet, and big.

Very big.

Can I even take a cock like his?

I reach between us, mesmerized, wanting to explore him the way he explored me.

I wrap my hand around his hard shaft, trail my fingers up it, and savour the feeling of his smooth, soft, velvety skin over his hard, thick cock.

It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, curved slightly upward at the end, and already glistening with a drop of pre-cum.

I slide my finger over his tip to catch that drop and grin when he visibly tenses above me, his teeth clenching.

I raise my finger to my lips, locking eyes with him once more, and lick the tip of my finger, tasting him.

Salt, and another flavour, uniquely his own.

He half-groans, watching me taste him, knowing how much I want him.

I start to slide down between us, feeling the sudden urge to go down on him, but he grabs my shoulders, pins me to the couch.

"No," he whispers. "I want to come inside you."

I swallow hard.

Damn.

It's hard to reject an offer as sexy as that.

But… I lick my lips, tensing.

"Do you have a condom?"

He grimaces. "Don't worry, Taehyung. We won't need one."

I blink a little in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

When he doesn't answer for a moment, when he still looks annoyed, almost angry, though clearly not at me, I tilt my head.

"Look, Jungkook, I…"

I dart a glance toward the twins' room.

"I never got back on birth control after the twins. And, I can't risk bringing another child into a situation like mine, single mother, working for a living, it's a—"

He interrupts me with a shake of his head. "It's not you, Taehyung." He locks eyes with me, and there's a sorrow in them, so deep and profound that for a moment, I can't respond. "I can't get you pregnant. I'm infertile."

Shit.

Suddenly that explains some things.

The way he acts with the twins, especially.

He must want to be a father, but… I frown, too, reaching up to caress his cheek gently. "I'm so sorry, Jungkook."

He shakes his head, reaching up to catch my hand. He leans forward a little, and his hard length presses against my soft stomach.

"Don't be."

His eyes are on mine again, hot, dark and searing.

He draws his hips back, and slowly, ever so slowly, presses his cock into me.

I feel him enter me an inch at a time, gasping as my hole stretches for the first time in months.

It's a little painful, but mostly just sheer pleasure, feeling inch after thick, hard inch of him drive deeper into me. When he's inside, we pause for a moment, our bodies pressed together, his bare chest flush against mine, our eyes still locked. We're so close right now, I can feel every inch of him, feel his cock twitch faintly when my hole clenched around him.

It's hot and sexy and alluring all at once, and I realize I could fall for this man if I let myself.

Dangerous.

He's still looking at me, watching me like I have the answer to something he wants, the key to some question he's been asking.

He runs his hand through my long-ish hair, gently, trailing his fingers along my cheek. "I wish I could," he says.

He's pulling his hips back, starting the slow process of pulling out of me, and my whole body yearns for him to be right back in me again.

"Wish you could…?" I manage to ask, distracted by the sensations flooding me, the pulse of pleasure in my already sensitive nerves.

"I wish I could get you pregnant." He wraps his arms around me, pulls me against him as he thrusts into me again.

I wrap my legs around his waist, thrust back with every ounce of energy I have, my hips colliding with his.

He pulls out, slams back into me, faster, finding a rhythm. "Fvck, Taehyung," he groans as he continues to thrust in me harder. "I want to put my seed in you. I want to fvck you, come inside you, make more babies."

We're both thrusting hard, setting our rhythm with sweat mingling between us, my hands wrapped tight around his muscular shoulders as our bodies grinding together, his cock spreads my insides wide.

"Come in me," I moaned, hardly hearing myself, lost in the moment.

"I want to see your belly thick with my seed."

There's something so hot about that, him taking me, making me completely his own.

Marking me.

Putting a baby in me.

I arch my hips, spread my legs wider to let him slam inside me more, over and over.

Before I know it, he's gripping my hips tight in one arm and digging his fist into my hair, growling, loud, as he nears his peak.

I thrust up against him and feel my cock tighten once more.

He explodes inside me, coating my hole walls with his thick creamy cum, just as I arch my back and fall into another orgasm, my body shaking as white strips paint my belly.

I lose track of time, legs still wrapped around his waist as we both wait for our breathing to slow and our hearts to stop racing.

He leans up to brush my hair back from my forehead, gazing down at me with an expression I can't quite explain. Something like wonder, mingled with fear. I can't place it.

I also can't figure out exactly what just happened. What he admitted to me, what it means, and why he said what he did—about wanting to make more babies…

But I'm so tired from the multiple orgasms and from the way he just fvcked my whole world, I can't raise the energy just to wonder.

I rest my head against his shoulder, sighing in pleasure as he strokes my hair, holding me against him.

Eventually, he slides out of me. I feel our combined juices trickle down my inner thighs, and I whimper in protest.

It felt so right having him in me, so wrong now that we're apart again.

But soon he's standing, scooping me up in his arms, and I lean my head on his chest as he carries me into the bedroom.

He keeps his arms wrapped around me as we fall asleep, a sweaty mess on top of his nice clean sheets, but I don't care.

I love feeling his cum inside me still, his body hot and tight against mine.

I never knew it could feel like this, I think, just as I drift off to sleep.