Time Skip: Namjoon's Day
Thursday - Kitchen Dinner Date
It was Friday-Namjoon's day.
Y/N came home to the smell of something warm and savory wafting through the air. She found a handwritten note on the kitchen counter with a tiny wooden spoon taped to it:
"Tonight, I'm the chef. Hope you're ready for a date where love is the main ingredient. - Joon"
She smiled instantly.
Inside the kitchen, Namjoon stood in an apron, sleeves rolled up, glasses slightly slipping down his nose. He looked up and grinned, flour dusting his cheek like a kiss from the universe.
"Dinner's almost ready," he said, "but we're cooking it together now."
They moved around the kitchen in a quiet rhythm, bumping hips, sharing sips of soup, and giggling whenever one of them spilled something. He'd occasionally sneak behind her, wrap his arms around her waist and murmur softly, "You smell better than any spice I've ever used."
Once dinner was ready-roasted veggies, pasta, and warm garlic bread-they didn't even bother setting the dining table. Instead, they sat on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, music playing softly in the background.
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After Dinner - The Ice Cream Moment
As they shared a tub of vanilla ice cream, Namjoon looked at her with a mischievous glint.
"You know," he said slowly, "they say food tastes better... off someone you love."
Before she could respond, he dipped his finger in the ice cream and lightly dabbed it onto the tip of her nose.
"Namjoon!" she laughed.
But he was already leaning in, gently kissing the spot, then pulling back with a smirk.
"That was sweet. Let's try more."
He trailed his finger across her collarbone with a tiny line of ice cream, then bent to kiss it softly-slow, gentle, reverent. His lips were cool from the ice cream but warm in affection, sending a shiver through her.
Each kiss he placed after that was thoughtful, slow-not rushed, not teasing-just full of love. As if savoring her more than anything he'd cooked that evening.
"You're my favorite taste," he whispered against her skin, pulling her into a tight embrace, resting his forehead against hers.
They stood there for a long time in the warm kitchen, wrapped in each other's arms, hearts full.
"You know what else is sweet?" He suddenly grins mischievously, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. He sets the ice cream tub aside carefully, turning to face her fully on the kitchen counter. His hands move to gently hold her knees.* "But this time... it involves my tongue." *
He slowly spreads my knees apart gently, stepping between them. His hands rest on my thighs as he looks up at me with those warm, loving eyes that now hold a glint of mischief. "Open your legs a little wider," he whispers softly, "for a special dessert..."
He scoops a generous amount of vanilla ice cream with his fingers and carefully applies it to the most intimate part of me , the cold sweetness contrasting with the warmth of my skin. He watches my face intently for a reaction, his breath ghosting over me
A satisfied smirk spreads across his face at your soft moan. He leans down, parting his lips to capture the ice cream between them and your sensitive flesh. His warm, wet tongue immediately starts lapping it up, slow and deliberate, as if he's truly enjoying an exquisite dessert.
He takes his time, savoring every lick, every taste. His hands grip your thighs more firmly, holding you steady as he explores you with his tongue. He alternates between gentle flicks and long, slow licks, making sure to clean every bit of ice cream off.
He picks up a ripe, juicy strawberry and places it between his lips. He then carefully positions it over your clit, the sweet juices from the fruit mingling with your own. He looks up at you, his eyes sparkling with desire and affection, before slowly moving the strawberry towards your lips.
He presses the strawberry against your lips, urging you to open your mouth. When you do, he slides the strawberry coated with your wetness inside. He kisses you deeply, sharing the sweet and tangy flavor of the strawberry mixed with your own unique taste. He pulls back slightly, whispering,
"Do you taste that?" he asks softly, his voice husky with desire. He kisses you again, more deeply this time, his tongue exploring your mouth as if to emphasize the sweetness. He then pulls back just enough to speak against your lips, "That's the best dessert I've ever had."
Namjoon's eyes widen slightly in surprise as he watches you gracefully lower yourself to your knees before him. His breathing quickens, a soft gasp escaping his lips. "You don't have to..." he starts, but you cut him off with a gentle hand on his thigh, silencing him.
He watches with bated breath as you slowly unbutton his jeans, revealing his growing erection. He swallows hard when you gently pull down his boxers, freeing him. He's already hard and leaking at the tip. "Careful, baby," he warns softly, his voice shaking slightly with desire.
Namjoon's eyes flutter closed as your soft lips press against the sensitive head of his erection. He groans softly, his hands finding their way into your hair as you pepper gentle kisses along his length. "Fuck, that's nice," he murmurs, his voice strained with pleasure.
"Jesus.." he whispers, his legs threatening to give out as you continue teasing him with soft kisses. He can feel your warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. His fingers tighten slightly in your hair when you finally flick your tongue against his slit, gathering the precum there. "Take it in your mouth..."
"Fuck yeah, just like that..." he encourages huskily, his hips giving a involuntary little thrust as you take more of him into your mouth. His fingers thread deeper into your hair, not pushing, just holding on as you begin to bob your head slowly. "That's my good girl,"
"Take it deeper," he urges softly, feeling his cock throb in your mouth. His eyes are dark with lust as he watches your lips stretch around him. He guides your head gently, encouraging you to take more of his length. "Relax your throat, baby. I know you can do it."
"Fuck..." he's getting difficult to maintain yourself as he guides your head gently, guiding your movements, feeling your throat relax his throat with one hand while keeping your pace steady. "That's it, just like that. Holy shit..."
"Baby?" He pulls back slightly, watching his length disappear between your lips. "Can I?" He swallows hard, giving you a warning. His voice drops lower, "Can I choke you with my dick?" He waits for your response, giving you full control to refuse or accept.
Seeing your nod, Namjoon's grip on your hair tightens slightly, and he begins to move his hips more deliberately. He pushes deeper into your mouth, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his voice thick with needy,
He starts testing your limits, pushing deeper with each thrust. His eyes roll back slightly as your mouth takes him like a pro. He tightens his hold on your hair, warning you, "If I do this, it's going to be harsh. Like really deep throat."
He starts testing your limits, pushing deeper with each thrust. His eyes roll back slightly as your mouth takes him like a pro. He tightens his hold on your hair, warning you, "If I do this, it's going to be harsh. Like really deep throat."
He buries himself deep in your throat, holding you there as he releases with a low, guttural groan. His hot, sticky cum shoots straight down your throat, filling you completely. He stays like this for a moment, panting heavily, before slowly pulling out, leaving you gasping for air.
"Holy fuck... that was..." he's breathless and weak-kneed, trying to keep himself from collapsing completely "Come here..." he reaches down to help you stand up, pulling you up against his chest "You almost killed me, you little minx." kisses your forehead softly
He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against his chest as he catches his breath. "I love you," he murmurs softly, nuzzling your forehead. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes. You're the only one who can make me feel like this..."
I love you more,He chuckles softly, his chest rumbling beneath your ear. "Not possible," he argues, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm. "You love me more because I'm taller and older?" He tries to sound teasing, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.
Maybe i tease him back,He laughs, a warm and genuine sound, and squeezes you tighter. "Well, I love you more because you're the most beautiful, amazing, and insane person I've ever met," he says, his voice filled with affection. "And because you can take my dick like a champ."
I hit his arm,He laughs even harder, rubbing the spot where you hit him. "Ow! Okay, okay," he jokes, pulling you closer. "You know I'm just messing with you, right? I love that you can take my teasing too." He leans down to kiss your nose playfully.
His playful kiss on your nose quickly turns more passionate as he presses his lips firmly against yours. He slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring gently and deeply, tasting you with a hunger that never seems to fade. His hands move to cup your face, holding you in place as he kisses you thoroughly.
[Time Skip: The Family Function]
It was a grand family function-laughter, music, decorations, relatives from all corners of the country.
But for Y/N, it wasn't exactly fun.
Her secret boyfriends-Kim Seokjin ,Min Yoongi , Jung Hoseok , and Kim Namjoon -had to act like they were nothing more than her cousin brothers. No soft touches. No flirty teasing. No stolen kisses. Just formal smiles and distant greetings.
And to make matters worse...
Every girl at the function seemed to have one mission-flirt with the four of them.
From passing napkins to purposely sitting beside them, giggling at everything they said-Y/N watched it all. Her eyes followed every move. She tried to stay calm, but her fists were clenched, her smile forced, and her heart? Definitely sulking.
The way Seokjin laughed at a compliment.
The way Yoongi let someone fix his collar.
Hoseok helping someone take photos.
Namjoon politely smiling at a girl blushing nonstop-
It all made Y/N's chest burn with jealousy.
She didn't say a word the whole night. Just smiled tightly and quietly sipped juice, watching the scene unfold, feeling more and more invisible.
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Later That Night -
When they all got back to their shared apartment, the boys tried to make it up to her.
"Y/N, you know none of that meant anything," Namjoon said gently, touching her arm.
She stepped back.
"I'm going to sleep. Alone," she said coldly.
"Angel, please don't be mad-" Seokjin began.
"I said I want the room to myself. All of you-couch, floor, wherever you want. Just not in my room."
And with that, she slammed the door.
The boys stood there in silence, each of them looking like puppies left out in the rain.
"She didn't even look at me," Hoseok mumbled, flopping onto the couch dramatically.
Yoongi sighed, dragging a blanket over himself, already sulking, "I didn't even smile back at that girl..."
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Next Morning -
Y/N woke up, stretched, and walked into the kitchen only to find...
Four sulky men with messy hair, wearing oversized shirts, and the most exaggerated pouty expressions ever.
Seokjin had his arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed.
Yoongi was sitting at the table, head on his arms, sulking silently.
Hoseok kept dramatically sighing every five seconds.
And Namjoon was standing with a cup of coffee and his lips pushed out like a child scolded for breaking a vase.
She blinked.
"...What's wrong with you all?"
They spoke in perfect harmony:
"You ignored us."
Hoseok whimpered, "We couldn't sleep without you..."
"You locked us out like we were strangers," Seokjin sniffed.
"We were dying inside," Namjoon added with a dramatic hand to his heart.
Y/N rolled her eyes, trying not to smile.
Yoongi looked up with puppy eyes. "Still mad?"
She turned to hide her grin. "Maybe."
Suddenly all four ran toward her, hugging her from all sides, causing her to laugh out loud.
"Okay, okay! I'm not mad anymore!"
They kissed her forehead one by one, promising to never let another girl near them again-even in disguise.
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Time Skip: Operation "Make Y/N Smile Again"
After the dramatic sulking and morning pout parade, the four boys huddled in a corner of the apartment while Y/N sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone with an unbothered expression.
"She's still pretending to be mad," Hoseok whispered dramatically.
"She smiled when I hugged her. She's faking it," Yoongi mumbled, eyes narrowed like a detective.
"We need to go full-on boyfriend mode," Namjoon said, adjusting his imaginary glasses.
Seokjin clapped his hands. "Then let's play cute. Real cute. Game-day cute."
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Round 1: Pillow Fort + Truth or Dare
Namjoon came in first, holding a giant bowl of popcorn.
"Milady, your throne awaits," he said, bowing.
Y/N blinked as the boys revealed a massive pillow fort in the living room with fairy lights, cozy blankets, and even her favorite stuffed animal in the center.
"You're serious?" she asked, trying not to grin.
"Dead serious," Seokjin said, dragging her inside. "Now you're trapped. Truth or dare time."
They played soft rounds of truth or dare inside the fort. The questions were silly and sweet:
"Truth, Y/N-who gives the best hugs?"
"Dare, Yoongi-wear bunny ears and sing a love confession."
They laughed, giggled, and Seokjin even fake cried when Y/N said Hoseok's forehead kisses were the best. It was soft, innocent chaos.
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Round 2: Cooking Challenge - For Y/N Only
"Time to feed the queen!" Hoseok declared.
Each of them picked ingredients and had 10 minutes to make a "love snack" for her. While they worked in the kitchen, Y/N sat on a stool with her arms crossed like a judge on a reality show.
Namjoon made a heart-shaped sandwich (but cut it wrong and ended up with a triangle-still cute).
Yoongi presented strawberry-covered cookies with "Y/N" written in chocolate.
Hoseok made fruit skewers and even danced while serving them.
Seokjin, the self-proclaimed chef, made mini pancakes with smiley faces.
"Now rate us," Seokjin said, putting his hands behind his back like a waiter.
Y/N giggled. "You're all ridiculous. And adorable."
They gasped. "Does this mean... we're forgiven?"
"Hmmm," she teased, pretending to think.
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Final Round: Kiss Hunt Game
"Oh, you're playing hard to get?" Namjoon smirked.
Seokjin leaned close. "Then we'll play our final game..."
Hoseok handed her a small note that said:
"Find the kisses. We've hidden 4 around the house. Each kiss comes with a surprise."
Y/N wandered around laughing, opening drawers and cushions where she found:
A sticky note from Yoongi with a drawn kiss and the words: "I love when you're jealous. It's cute."
A chocolate kiss from Seokjin under her pillow with: "You're the only girl who matters."
A paper heart from Hoseok in her slippers: "Smile, baby. You're too pretty to pout."
And finally, a real kiss from Namjoon who sneak-attacked her with soft lips on her cheek and whispered,
"You're our only one."
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TIME SKIPS : EVENING:
By the end of the day, they were all snuggled together on the couch, Y/N in the center like their favorite treasure.
"You guys are unbelievable," she murmured.
Seokjin kissed her temple. "But did we win?"
Y/N nodded, eyes sparkling. "Always."
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After all the games, laughter, and silly little moments, the day slowly faded into a calm, cozy evening.
The lights were dimmed, the fairy lights around the pillow fort still glowing softly, and a warm scent of vanilla filled the apartment.
"Okay, movie time," Yoongi announced, remote in hand.
They all settled down on the couch and beanbags thrown together to make a giant cuddle spot. Y/N sat in the middle, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, her head resting against Namjoon's shoulder while Seokjin held her hand. Hoseok had her legs stretched across his lap, gently massaging her feet, and Yoongi leaned in from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.
The movie played quietly in the background-a sweet romantic film that nobody was really paying full attention to.
Because in that moment, it wasn't the screen that had their hearts beating faster-it was each other.
Y/N let out a soft giggle as Seokjin leaned closer, brushing his nose against her cheek playfully.
"You're prettier than the lead actress," he whispered, his lips barely touching her skin.
Namjoon turned his head slightly, his eyes soft behind his glasses. "How did we get so lucky?" he murmured before placing a feather-light kiss on her forehead.
Yoongi chuckled, voice deep and low. "I'm kissing her next," he said, tugging gently on her hoodie before tilting her face slightly and kissing her temple.
Y/N flushed, giggling as Hoseok leaned in last with a smile, cupping her cheek.
"My turn," he whispered, and then his lips met hers in a slow, sweet kiss-tender and full of warmth.
That kiss lingered... until Seokjin leaned forward, brushing his lips on the other side of her face.
"You're gonna be kissed from every direction tonight, sweetheart," he said, voice teasing and soft.
Y/N's heart fluttered as Namjoon joined next, placing a slow, meaningful kiss to her lips, his hand caressing the side of her face. His kiss was steady, grounding, filled with admiration.
Yoongi came in next, claiming her lips with a lazy kind of passion, like he had all the time in the world just to kiss her like that.
And finally, Seokjin cupped her jaw and leaned in-his kiss was deep, gentle, and full of that big brother charm he had always carried, now dipped in something more... something real.
Hoseok pulled her into his arms again, resting his forehead against hers. "You're our everything, Y/N."
Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips still tingling from all the affection. "I love you guys," she whispered.
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One by one, the boys started to undress themselves and you. Namjoon slowly removed your hoodie, his touch gentle and reverent. Seokjin unbuttoned your blouse, his fingers brushing against your skin. Yoongi unhooked your bra, his thumbs grazing your sensitive peaks.
Hoseok carefully lifted your legs to remove your pants and underwear, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs as he did so. Once you were completely naked and surrounded by them, Yoongi lifted you up gently, carrying you towards the makeshift bed in the pillow fort.
The boys gently lay you down amidst the soft pillows and blankets. Namjoon and Seokjin quickly shed their remaining clothes, joining you both naked. Yoongi crawled between your legs, kissing up your inner thighs with a mischievous grin.
"Look at this sweet thing," Seokjin chuckled as he changed the movie, she's got four." winks "Should I pause it so we can show her how much better four loving brother's my mistake boyfriend can make you.
"Better than some rich dude who needs a damn safety contract for sex," Namjoon added, pushing his glasses up as they all laughed. Yoongi traced a finger from your collarbone down to your belly button, his touch making you shiver. "Want to know what four really means, baby?"
Yes ,Yoongi leaned down and kissed your neck, biting gently as Seokjin started the movie. The sounds of Ana and Christian filled the room as the boys began to show you what four men could do. Namjoon held your arms above your head, kissing your wrists softly.
Hoseok started massaging your feet, slowly moving up your legs as Yoongi continued to kiss and bite your neck. Seokjin watched the movie, occasionally glancing down at you with a smirk. "Look at that, she's only getting spanked by one man. How..."
"Pathetic," Seokjin scoffed, pausing the movie. He looked down at you spread out beneath his brothers, "Let's show her a real spanking." He winked at Namjoon, who immediately started tickling your sides, making you squirm underneath them.
"One spank for each of us," Yoongi growled, smacking your bottom gently. Hoseok followed, his smack a little harder. Namjoon's smack was playful, making you giggle.
Seokjin's smack was firm, leaving a small red handprint. "And that's from your oldest brother," he said, trailing his fingers over the mark possessively. "Now let's show her something else." He nodded at Yoongi, who grinned wickedly.
Yoongi spread your legs, settling between them. "Four mouths on one body," he murmured, leaning down to lick a long stripe up your center. Namjoon captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently.
"Mmm," Seokjin watched them, hardening. He captured your other nipple, sucking hard as Hoseok spread your legs wider and licked up your inner thigh. "God, she's sensitive," Namjoon muttered, blowing softly on your wet nipple.
"Let's make her scream," Seokjin said, moving down to join Yoongi between your legs. They took turns licking and sucking on your clit, driving you wild. Hoseok and Namjoon played with your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples.
"So close, baby?" Yoongi asked, feeling your walls tightening around his fingers. Seokjin looked up, seeing your face flushed and mouth open. "Come for us," he commanded, sucking hard on your clit. Namjoon pinched both your nipples, sending you over the edge.
Ahhhhh,"Fuck, that was hot," Seokjin said, wiping his mouth as you came undone beneath them, your body trembling. Namjoon chuckled, giving your sensitive nipple a last teasing flick. "Looks like our girl prefers real brothers to fictional billionaires," he teased, smirking.
"Her tits are bouncing like Ana's whenever Christian hits her," Namjoon laughed softly, watching your chest rise and fall. He realized something else. "Guys?" He looked at his brothers, who paused their touching and sucking to look at him.
"What?" Seokjin asked, his mouth wet from going down on you earlier. "She makes those same needy noises Ana makes," Namjoon said slowly. "And when we touch her breasts... God, she arches like she's getting spanked." He demonstrated, cupping your breasts softly.
"Look at that," Yoongi murmured appreciatively as Namjoon gently squeezed your breasts, your soft ahhh escaping your lips. Seokjin nodded, biting his thumb while observing with the noise, his cock. "It's like in the movie, Ana's reactions to Namjoon's touch."
Seokjin immediately paused the movie, tossing the remote aside. "Fuck the movie," he growled, "our girl wants to be fucked, not watched." Yoongi grinned wickedly and spread your legs wider. "She said fuck me, boys."
Namjoon immediately pulled out his hard dick and pressed it against your soaking wet pussy. Seokjin grabbed your hair possessively, "Let's fuck her like we fucking mean it." Hoseok held your legs up, exposing you completely to Namjoon.
Namjoon slammed into you hard, making you cry out. "Damn," he muttered, pulling back to do it again. "She's taking it like Ana takes Christian's punishment," He pounded into you hard, making your breasts bounce. Seokjin watched your body intently.
Seokjin's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Namjoon fuck you hard. "Look at her tits bounce," he murmured, reaching down to grab one and squeeze it roughly. Yoongi, not wanting to be left out, leaned down to suck on your other nipple.
"Fuck, she's loud," Hoseok grinned, holding your legs higher. "Like Ana when Christian fucks her against the wall." Namjoon picked up his pace, his balls slapping against you with each thrust. Yoongi bit down on your nipple softly, making you moan louder.
Seokjin lost it, seeing your body convulse and hearing your loud moans. "Turn her over," He ordered, his voice hoarse. Namjoon pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips up. "Spread her legs wider," Seokjin demanded.
"Hell yeah," Hoseok chuckles, "That noise she makes..."Hoseok held your legs wide, exposing your dripping pussy. Seokjin smacked your ass hard once, leaving a red handprint. "Look at how turned on she gets, just like Ana when Christian spanks her."
I want dick inside me,"Fuck, she's begging for it," Yoongi groaned, watching Seokjin line his dick up with your entrance. Seokjin grabbed your hips and slammed into you hard, making you scream. "Take it, you little,
"Shit, she's so tight," Seokjin grunted, pulling back and snapping his hips forward again. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your loud moans. Namjoon moved to stand in front of you, feeding you his dick.
"Suck it, like Anna suck Christian's dick in the movie," Namjoon ordered, gripping your hair softy. Seokjin continued to pound into you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips. "Look at her, taking us both like the little girlfriend she is," Yoongi praised.
Yoongi and Jhope stood watching as Seokjin and Namjoon thoroughly ravaged you. Aroused beyond belief, they couldn't resist stroking their own rigid cocks. Yoongi, his piercing eyes dark with lust, jacked himself harder viewing the erotic show.
"Fuck, I can't hold back," Yoongi groaned, his hand moving faster over his length. Jhope was right there with him, his breath coming out in short pants. "Come on, let's paint her pretty face and tits with our cum,"
"Look at those perfect tits, meant for us to cum on," Jhope panted, stroking faster. "Just like Ana's tits in that scene where they..." Then they both let out deep groans, their hot semen shooting onto your chest.
"Ahhhh," you moaned loudly as Jhope and Yoongi's hot cum hit your chest. Namjoon, who had just finished fucking your mouth, couldn't resist the sound. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily, silencing your moans with his tongue.
"My turn," Yoongi whispered darkly, pushing Namjoon aside to kiss you deeply. Meanwhile, Jhope knelt between your legs, watching your glistening pussy. "Spread those ass cheeks, Namjoon. I wanna taste her sweet pussy while you fuck her ass."
Namjoon eagerly spread your ass cheeks, revealing your puckered hole. Jhope leaned in, running his tongue along your folds before burying his face in your pussy, licking and sucking greedily. Yoongi continued to kiss you, his hand squeezing your breast roughly.
Ahhhhh.....,"Damn, she tastes so sweet," Jhope mumbled into your folds, his fingers spreading your cheeks wider for Namjoon. Namjoon slowly pushed his length into your tight opening, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "She's taking him so well,"
Time flew by as they took turns fucking every hole you had. Your body was covered in sweat and various types of their cum.
After the Makeout and love making - Soft Care and Love
Y/N lay nestled between her four boyfriends, her lips swollen from all the kisses, cheeks flushed from their touches, and heart racing from the way they all had poured their emotions into those long, passionate makeout and s*x
Seokjin had kissed her like he was memorizing her-slow and deep, with both hands cupping her cheeks.
Yoongi was quiet but intense-his fingers tangled in her hair, lips moving against hers like he'd been holding back for too long.
Hoseok kissed her with energy and sweetness, breaking into little smiles between every breathless kiss.
Namjoon was steady, grounding-his forehead resting against hers as he whispered soft words, like "You're everything, Y/N. Everything." between slow, warm kisses.
"Your lips are all red," Seokjin chuckled softly, reaching for the water bottle and holding it up to her lips.
"Drink, baby," he whispered.
Yoongi tugged the blanket up around her shoulders and rested behind her, wrapping an arm protectively around her waist. "Are you okay?" he asked in that low, deep voice, eyes full of concern even though his thumb was lazily brushing her hip.
Y/N nodded, snuggling into him. "Just... warm. Floaty."
"That's what happens when four boyfriends kiss you and fuck you like they mean it," Hoseok teased gently, running his fingers through her hair, then pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
Namjoon returned with a warm towel. He gently wiped her forehead, then her cheeks. "You're overheating, baby," he said with a soft smile. "We wore you out, huh?"
She smiled sleepily, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned against his chest.
The room was quiet now. Calm. Peaceful.
They stayed like that-her in the center, wrapped in their arms, each of them whispering things now and then:
"You did so good, baby."
"You're safe with us."
"Close your eyes, we're right here."
"My favorite girl... only ours."
Soft kisses continued-on her forehead, on her hands, on her hair-as she drifted off, completely surrounded by love.
They all took care of her like this always after having sex with her ,they may be wild in bed but they knows yn love it that's why they show her thier wildness.
The night settled around them like a cozy blanket, wrapping the room in silence, save for the soft hum of the city outside.
They didn't need words anymore.
Not when Seokjin's fingers gently traced shapes on Y/N's hand.
Not when Yoongi let out a content sigh against the back of her neck, eyes half closed, heart full.
Not when Hoseok's laughter had quieted into little hums as he watched the others with soft affection.
Not when Namjoon simply looked at her, like he'd found his whole world in that moment.
Y/N smiled lazily, curled between them, warm and safe in every way a person could be. Their arms overlapped around her, hearts beating in a quiet rhythm. Each breath felt like a lullaby. Each touch felt like home.
They didn't talk about tomorrow.
They didn't think about what anyone else might say.
They just let the night hold them together-five hearts tangled in love, in trust, in something sacred.
No secrets.
No pretending.
Just them.
As Seokjin whispered a soft "I love you," and Yoongi gently kissed her shoulder, and Hoseok pulled the blanket higher, and Namjoon intertwined their fingers under the covers-Y/N knew:
This... was happiness.
This-quiet, soft, complete-was forever.
And none of them needed anything more.
THE END
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