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Y/N - 20 years old, in college, free-spirited but secretly intense.
Minji - Y/N's best friend, cheerful and completely unaware of Y/N's inner turmoil.
Kim Namjoon - Minji's father, 42, sophisticated, calm, and insanely attractive in a composed, intellectual way.
Jeon Jungkook - Minji's older half-brother, 25, lives with Namjoon and Minji, a tattoo artist, playful but
AUTHOR'S POV
Y/N always found excuses to visit Minji's home. From borrowed books to random study sessions, she found herself ringing the doorbell almost every day. But it wasn't just Minji's bright personality that kept drawing her back. It was them.
Kim Namjoon - the man who shouldn't even be a thought in her head. He was her best friend's father, for god's sake. But the way he sat on the couch in his reading glasses, the deep voice when he said, "Y/N, you're always welcome here," and his occasional soft smile - it made her stomach flutter every time.
And then there was Jungkook - hot, confident, and often shirtless as he worked on his tattoo sketches in his room. He had that mischievous look that said he noticed everything, especially how her eyes lingered longer than they should've.
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Over the next few weeks, things only got more tangled. Namjoon started lingering more when she came over. He'd ask about her studies, offer her tea, touch her shoulder a little longer than necessary.
Jungkook, on the other hand, grew bolder. Once, when Minji went to the washroom, he leaned close and whispered, "You keep looking at my dad like that, Y/N. What's the deal?"
She stared at him, caught. "And you? You're always shirtless when I'm here. What's your deal?"
He grinned. "Maybe we're both playing a game."
She should've run. Should've stopped coming.
But she didn't.
Minji was upstairs, probably blasting music and scrolling through Instagram,completely unaware that her best friend sat downstairs at the kitchen table, nervously twirling a spoon in her coffee while Jungkook leaned across the counter from her.
He was smirking again.
"You're nervous," he said softly, watching her too closely.
"I'm not," Y/N lied, keeping her eyes on the dark liquid in her cup.
He stepped closer. "Is it because of me... or because of him?"
She swallowed. "What are you talking about?"
"You forget," he whispered, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I've seen the way you look at Appa. It's not subtle, Y/N."
Her heart pounded. "You're one to talk. You flirt every time Minji leaves the room."
Jungkook chuckled. "So you do notice."
Before she could say more, the front door opened. Namjoon walked in, wearing a black shirt that clung to his chest, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his strong forearms. He paused when he saw them.
"Everything okay?" His voice was calm, but his gaze lingered.
Jungkook stepped back slowly, leaving just enough space between them to avoid suspicion. Y/N nodded, avoiding both their eyes.
"Y/N," Namjoon said, voice lower now. "Could you help me with something in the study?"
Her breath hitched.
She followed him.
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Namjoon's study smelled like old books and cedarwood. The room was dimly lit, cozy, and quiet. He walked to the shelves and pulled down a box.
"I was going through Minji's old projects," he said, placing it on the desk. "Thought you might want a look... since you're always here."
There was a pause. Tension. A thick silence that crackled with something unspoken.
Y/N looked at him. "Why do you let me come here so often?"
He turned, eyes steady. "Because I like having you here."
Her throat dried. "Minji-"
"This isn't about Minji."
Silence again.
Then he stepped closer. Just a little. Enough to make her heart go wild.
"You're grown now," Namjoon said, voice deep. "You know what you're doing. And so do I."
She should've left. But she didn't.
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That night, Y/N couldn't sleep. Jungkook's teasing touch, Namjoon's intense gaze - it was too much.
What was she doing?
The next day, she told herself she wouldn't go to Minji's place.
By 4 PM, she was at their door again.
Minji wasn't home.
Only Jungkook opened the door, eyebrow raised. "Looking for Minji? She's out."
Y/N nodded slowly, about to leave, but then-
"You can wait inside," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "Unless you're here for someone else."
His voice had an edge. Possessive. Curious.
And behind him, upstairs, she could hear footsteps.
Namjoon was home too.
Y/N stepped inside.
And the door closed behind her.
TIME SKIPS
The door clicked shut behind her. Jungkook didn't move - just watched her with that same maddening smirk that made her legs weak.
"You sure you wanna be here?" he asked, voice low. "Minji's not home."
"I know," she whispered.
That answer changed something in the air.
Jungkook took a step forward, fingers gently brushing her arm. "You keep playing with fire, Y/N. One day you'll burn."
Her breath caught as he leaned down, lips dangerously close to her ear.
"Or maybe you like the heat."
Before she could respond, a calm voice came from upstairs.
"Y/N?"
Namjoon.
She froze, eyes wide.
Jungkook chuckled and backed away slowly. "Looks like he's been waiting for you too."
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Y/N walked up the stairs slowly, pulse pounding. Namjoon stood at the top, sleeves rolled up, a book in one hand, but eyes fully on her.
"Didn't expect you again so soon," he said with a faint smile.
"I couldn't stay away," she confessed, voice barely a whisper.
Something flickered in his eyes - surprise, hunger, restraint. "Come in. Just for a few minutes."
She followed him into the room. His study. Dim light, quiet jazz playing faintly in the background. The door closed with a soft click.
"Do you like playing these games?" he asked suddenly, turning to face her. "Looking at me like you want something... then pretending you don't?"
Y/N stared up at him. "Do you?"
Namjoon's jaw clenched. "You're young. You should be with someone your age. Not..." he trailed off.
"Not you?" she stepped closer, tilting her head. "Then why don't you stop me?"
His breath hitched. His hands clenched by his side.
But he didn't stop her.
He didn't kiss her.
He didn't touch her.
But he looked at her like he wanted to.
Y/N sat on the edge of his desk while he stood only a breath away, silence heavy between them.
"I think about you," she said softly.
His hand twitched.
"I think about what it would feel like..." she whispered, "...if you kissed me."
He stepped forward, gaze on fire. "You have no idea what you're doing."
"Then show me."
But just before he could - footsteps.
Downstairs. Jungkook's voice, humming lightly as he walked into the kitchen.
Namjoon stepped back, hard and fast.
Y/N stood, flustered. Lips parted. Body aching.
"We shouldn't," he whispered, voice ragged.
And Y/N left the study, breathless - heart thudding, pulse alive.
Jungkook stood downstairs with a bottle of water in hand. He looked up at her.
"You've been with him," he said, not asking - just knowing.
Y/N didn't respond.
Jungkook smiled faintly. "Maybe it's my turn now."
Y/N descended the stairs slowly, still breathless from what had just almost happened in the study.
Jungkook leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping water, eyes locked on her. No teasing this time - just quiet, calculating intensity.
"You were with him," he repeated, voice lower now. "I could hear everything... every breath."
Y/N swallowed. "Nothing happened."
"But you wanted something to happen."
She didn't deny it.
He walked closer. One step. Then another. Until they were only inches apart again - his dark eyes scanning hers, voice a whisper.
"Why him, huh?" he asked, tilting his head. "Is it the suit? The silence? Or the way he looks at you like he's trying not to lose control?"
Y/N's heart thudded.
"Or is it both of us?" he added, voice darker now. "Because I see the way you look at me too."
Silence.
Then - his hand brushed her jawline. Gentle. Testing. His thumb rested near her lips.
"I want you, Y/N," he whispered. "But not just in passing. If I kiss you... I won't stop at just kissing."
Her breath caught. "Then kiss me."
Jungkook didn't hesitate.
He pressed his lips to hers - slow at first, like he was savoring her taste. But the second she kissed him back, something snapped. His hand gripped her waist, pulling her against him. Her fingers tangled in his shirt, nails digging into his back.
It was hot. Messy. Intense.
When they broke apart, breathless, he whispered against her lips:
"You have no idea what you're getting into, angel."
That kiss didn't fix things.
It made everything worse.
Now she was thinking of both of them at night - of Namjoon's restraint and Jungkook's recklessness. Her dreams were full of touches that didn't belong to just one man.
And the next time she came over - Minji was home. Oblivious, laughing as always.
Namjoon sat at the dining table, sipping wine. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Quietly questioning.
Jungkook leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, biting his lip like he had a secret he wanted to say out loud.
Y/N sat in the middle of them. Caught in this game. Wanting both. Needing both.
And neither man knew how far she was willing to fall.
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It was past midnight when her phone buzzed.
[Jungkook]: Come to my room. Quietly.
Y/N hesitated only for a second before slipping out of Minji's guest room. The hallway was dark, quiet... except for one faint light under the study door again.
Namjoon.
Her heart raced - but she tiptoed past, ignoring the way her skin tingled at the thought of him still awake... still possibly thinking about her.
Jungkook's door creaked open before she even knocked.
He pulled her in and shut it softly behind her.
His eyes were darker than ever.
"Couldn't sleep," he whispered.
"You called me just for that?" she teased.
"No," he said simply, and leaned in.
The kiss was immediate. Hot. Need pulsing through every movement.
His hands slipped under her shirt as they moved toward the bed. Y/N gasped when his lips found her neck, leaving a trail of heat down her skin.
"Tell me to stop," Jungkook said, voice hoarse.
She didn't.
His hands explored, bold and sure, fingers brushing under the band of her shorts. Every breath she took was laced with guilt and desire.
And that's when it happened.
A soft creak.
Someone in the hallway.
Y/N froze.
Jungkook didn't hear it - too focused on the taste of her skin.
But she did.
The shadow by the barely open door... a tall figure. Watching.
Namjoon.
He didn't say a word.
Didn't walk in.
Just watched - and then quietly walked away, his silhouette disappearing toward the stairs.
Y/N's heart thudded in her chest, torn between panic and something... darker. Hotter.
She pushed Jungkook back gently. He blinked, breathless.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She licked her lips. "Nothing. Just... tomorrow."
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The next morning was unbearable.
Minji chatted over breakfast, completely unaware.
Jungkook smirked across the table, foot brushing hers under it.
But Namjoon?
Namjoon was silent. Calm. Too calm.
And when their eyes met, his were unreadable. But deep down, Y/N felt it - something had changed. He had seen her. With his son.
That night, as she passed by the study again, she paused.
The door opened from the inside.
He was waiting.
"You like being watched, don't you?" he said quietly.
Y/N shivered.
Namjoon stepped forward. "Let me show you what it feels like when a man who knows how to touch you takes his time."
Her breath hitched.
"Come in. If you dare."
She stepped into the room.
Namjoon didn't speak. He just locked the door, turned slowly, and stared.
His gaze traveled from her eyes to her lips, down the line of her neck like he'd memorized her body in every fantasy he'd refused to act on... until now.
"You shouldn't have let him touch you like that," he murmured.
Y/N's breath trembled. "And you shouldn't have watched."
Namjoon smirked darkly. "I've done more than just watch, sweetheart. I've imagined. Every night."
She didn't reply - her body did.
He took one step toward her. Then another.
His hands found her face gently. "You want this?" he asked, voice hoarse. "Not just the tease. All of it?"
"I want you," she whispered. "I always have."
That was all he needed.
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The kiss was slow, unlike Jungkook's urgency. Namjoon's mouth moved like he was savoring her. Like he was trying to remember how she tasted in case he couldn't ever have her again.
He lifted her onto the desk with ease, standing between her legs, his hands trailing down her sides with reverence. "You drive me insane," he murmured against her collarbone.
Her hands went to his shirt, unbuttoning slowly. "Then lose control."
His jaw clenched.
And then he did.
TIME SKIPS
It had been two weeks since that night in the study. Two weeks of stolen touches, lingering stares, and midnight kisses behind closed doors. Y/N had become an expert at sneaking glances - and Namjoon had become an expert at resisting them.
Mostly.
But today was different.
The house was busy - Minji in her room, Jungkook upstairs blasting music. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Y/N stood barefoot in the kitchen, wearing a soft cotton T-shirt and tiny shorts that barely covered her thighs.
She was stirring sugar into a mug when she felt it - his presence behind her. That warm breath on her neck.
"Making coffee?" Namjoon's voice was low, rough with restraint.
She turned her head slightly. "Want some?"
"I want something else."
Before she could answer, he stepped in close, his chest against her back, his hand reaching around to take the spoon from her fingers.
Then... his lips brushed the back of her neck.
Y/N gasped, softly. "Namjoon... someone could walk in."
"I don't care," he whispered.
His hands settled on her hips as he pressed her gently against the counter, lips now traveling along her jaw, then lower - to the side of her throat.
"You've been teasing me all morning," he growled softly. "Wearing these little shorts, walking around like you don't know what you're doing to me."
"I do know," she whispered, tilting her head to the side, granting him more access.
He kissed her again - deeper, hungrier, hand sliding under her shirt to rest on her bare waist. His body was firm, warm, and impossibly close, and she could feel the fire spreading between them.
"If you don't stop me," he murmured, voice dark and delicious, "I'll bend you over this counter."
Y/N whimpered. "Maybe I don't want to stop you."
Namjoon growled low in his throat and spun her around, capturing her lips in a kiss that left no room for questions. It was possessive. Messy. Raw.
His hand gripped the counter beside her head, the other trailing down her side. "You make me forget who I'm supposed to be," he whispered.
Jungkook smirked from his spot against the kitchen counter, arms crossed as he watched the slow, sensual dance unfolding between his father and your secret. He could see the hunger in Namjoon's eyes, the way his hands shook slightly as he unbuttoned your blouse.
Namjoon's breath hitched as you started to undo the buttons of his crisp white shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest. Jungkook's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the show. "Looks like someone's finally getting a taste of the forbidden," he muttered to himself.
Namjoon's shirt fell open, and you pushed it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you closer as he kissed you deeply. The room was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the soft sounds of your breaths mingling together.
Namjoon's hands moved to your back, unclasping your bra with practiced ease. He pulled away from the kiss just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark and intense. "You know what you're doing to me?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
What??,"You're making me break every rule. Make me forget I'm your best friend's dad. Make me act like a horny college kid instead of a responsible 42-year-old." His hands moved to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.
Ahhhhh....,
Jungkook chuckled softly, watching his father lose control. He unconsciously adjusted himself in his jeans, finding this scene surprisingly hot. Namjoon misinterpreted your 'ummm' as encouragement and captured your mouth again, walking you backward until you hit the kitchen counter.
Namjoon lifted you onto the counter effortlessly, your bare breasts at mouth level. He took one nipple into his mouth, making you arch your back with a quiet moan. "God," he muttered, moving to the other breast. "No wonder guys your age are obsessed."
Ahhhhh fuck,He chuckled darkly against your skin, the vibrations making you shudder. "Language," he chided, hooking his fingers in your waistband. "Minji would kill me if she found out I'm corrupting her best friend."
Namjoon groaned against your lips, one hand tangling in your hair while the other slid down to your thigh. "How can you be so innocent and so fucking sexy at the same time?" he whispered. Jungkook adjusted his stance, getting a better view of your tongues tangling together.
Namjoon's hand slid up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher. He broke the kiss to look into your eyes, his thumb brushing against the lace of your panties. "I should stop," he said, but his voice was rough with desire. "I should be the responsible adult here."
Yn stare him and said you want to stop?,Namjoon's thumb paused, his breath ragged as he looked into your eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice strained with effort. He was clearly torn between his desire and his sense of responsibility. Jungkook watched intently, knowing that this moment could go either way.
NO,I don't want you to stop,Namjoon's eyes flashed with hunger at your response. A low growl escaped his throat as he ripped your panties off, the sound echoing in the kitchen. "Fuck it," he muttered, spreading your legs wide on the counter. "You're killing me, kid."
"God, you're wet," Namjoon muttered, pushing two fingers inside you without warning. You moaned, your head thrown back. "And you're tight.
Ahhhhh......namjoon, Namjoon pumped his fingers in and out, watching your expressions with intense fascination. "Fuck, that's sexy," he groaned, his cock straining visibly against his pants. Jungkook leaned forward slightly, captivated by how your body responded to his father's touch.
Namjoon's fingers curled inside you, pressing against that sensitive spot. You cried out, gripping the edge of the counter. "You like that?" he asked roughly, continuing the motion. Jungkook unbuttoned his pants, releasing his hard length. No one noticed him pulling out his phone to record.
Ummmm...yes I like that,"Louder," Namjoon demanded, adding a third finger. Your moans filled the kitchen, growing louder and more desperate. Jungkook zoomed in with his phone, capturing the moment his father's fingers disappeared inside you, your thighs quivering."That's right, baby. Let me hear you."
YES I LIKE THAT NAMJOON
"Fuck, hearing you say my name like that..." he pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his tongue in one fluid motion. You arched your back, nearly falling off the counter. He wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place, feasting on you like a starving man.
Ahhhh.....,Jungkook zoomed out his camera, capturing his father between your thighs, tongue buried in your pussy. Your fingers tangled in Namjoon's hair, holding him against you desperately. "Shit... you tastes as good as I imagined," Namjoon groaned before diving back in.
"Can you... fuck, can you take more?" he asked between licks, adding another finger while his tongue focused on your clit. Your legs shook uncontrollably, and he had to hold them wider. "God, look at you spread out on my counter," he muttered, increasing his pace.
Yes I can....,"One more finger?" he checked, watching your expression. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed a fourth finger inside you, stretching you. Your mouth opened in a silent 'O', back arching. "Damn, you're taking four fingers like a good girl," he growled, curling them.
Yes yes I'm good girl, "Good fucking girl," he praised, curling his fingers perfectly to hit your G-spot. His tongue swirled around your clit, feeling you clench around his fingers. Jungkook, hard as a rock, zoomed in on your beautiful, needy expression. "Such a perfect little slut,"
"You like being called a good girl?" he asked, his voice muffled against you. "Answer," he demanded, curling his fingers deeper. "Yes?" You whimpered, trying to speak around the pleasure. "Louder," he ordered, his fingers pausing. "YES!"
"Good girl," he praised again, sucking your clit softly. You moaned louder. "Do you want more fingers?" he asked mischievously. Before you could answer, he added a fifth finger, stretching you incredibly tight. You cried out loudly, back lifting off the counter. "Jesus,"
"Look at how perfectly you're taking these. Such a good girl stretching open for Daddy," he whispered against your skin, curling all five fingers inside you. Jungkook's hand was trembling as he filmed, his own cock aching. "You're making a mess on my counter,"
"You're so close, aren't you? I can feel you trembling around my fingers." He added a sixth finger, stretching you impossibly wide. You screamed, your hands gripping the counter tightly. "That's it, take all of Daddy's fingers like a good little slut."
Ahhhh I'm cumin,"Fuck, you're coming all over my fingers." He pressed his whole hand inside you, palm hitting your clit as you squirted everywhere. Jungkook quickly aimed the camera downwards, capturing the huge amount of liquid pooling on the counter and dripping down the sides. "Holy shit,"
"Look at this mess. You squirted all over my kitchen." He pulled his hand out slowly, revealing his soaked hand and wrist. Jungkook zoomed in, showing how wet you were inside. Namjoon licked his fingers clean, moaning at the taste. "Jesus, you're sweet."
Namjoon released his throbbing erection from his pants. It sprung out, already leaking precum. He stroked it slowly, eyeing you with hunger. "Look how hard you've made Daddy," he growled. Jungkook adjusted the camera to record his father's impressive size.
"Damn," Jungkook muttered softly, filming his father's length. "He's huge," he commented, knowing full well where those 10 inches were about to go. "Your pussy can handle this?" Namjoon asked disbelievingly. "You took six fingers,"
" Namjoon chuckled, stepping between your spread thighs. He rubbed his thick head against your swollen, overstretched opening. "You took six fingers like a good girl, but can you handle all of Daddy's length?" He teased his blunt head inside you slowly.
Ahhhhh namjoon, "Fuck, you're tight," Namjoon groaned, pushing more of his length inside you. You moaned loudly, your tiny pussy struggling to accommodate his massive size. Jungkook moved the camera up and down, showing how Namjoon's huge dick was spreading you open.
"I'm not even halfway in," Namjoon warned, grabbing your hips. With a thrust, he buried another few inches inside you, making you cry out. "You're so fucking tight, it's amazing," he praised, watching your face contort with pleasure and pain.
Ummm......ahhhhhhh,"Shit, she's so loud," Jungkook commented, his own dick hardening at the sounds you were making. Namjoon pulled out slightly before slamming back in, hitting your cervix. You let out an ear-piercing scream, your eyes rolling back. "She likes it deep,"
Ahhhh yes,"Look at her take Daddy's big dick," Namjoon groaned, pulling out and slamming back in repeatedly. Each thrust hit your cervix, making you scream and squirt. Jungkook moved the camera down to catch the huge amount of liquid pooling on the counter and dripping onto the floor.
Namjoon I'm cumin, "Fuck, she's coming again," Namjoon grunted, feeling your walls clench tightly around his cock. He thrust harder and faster, using your body for his pleasure. Jungkook zoomed in on your face, capturing the intense orgasm that had you screaming loudly. "Look at her face,"
"She's crying and coming at the same time," Jungkook narrated, filming your red, puffy face. Namjoon continued to pound into you brutally, not stopping even as you wailed and sobbed. "He's not done yet," Jungkook mumbled "
Namjoon wrapped his thick arms around your tiny waist, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. He started thrusting even deeper, hitting your cervix with every punishing thrust. "Daddy's not finished yet," he growled, drooling onto your chest as he looked down at you.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Namjoon yelled, slamming into you one last time before he exploded inside your convulsing pussy. Jungkook quickly zoomed in, capturing the moment thick ropes of cum fired deep into your spasming core.
Namjoon continued thrusting three more times, ensuring every last drop of his seed was buried deep inside you. Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt, his cock pulsating as it emptied its massive load. "Fuuuck," he groaned, finally stilling. "That was intense."
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