"Why do you seem nervous, baby?" Namjoon chuckles, trailing kisses down your neck slowly.

The warmth of the water gently raining down on your skin mixed with the heat from his body pressing against you is making you more flustered than usual.

"I'm n-not," you whisper gently, shuddering as you feel his hands gently grip your ass, anchoring you to him.

You're definitely nervous. You were ready to devour him earlier but something shifted as soon as you stepped into the shower. Watching the water drip slowly over Namjoon's toned, muscular body is making you squirm; your heart's almost beating out of your chest as he gropes you, your hands reaching up his back to grip his muscles.

"Yes you are," he smirks, causing your breath to hitch as he licks his tongue up your neck to nibble your ear. "It's adorable that you still get flustered like this, even now." His voice is husky as his lips trail up to leave feather light kisses along your jaw and the simple act causes goosebumps to form all over your body.

You're about to deny before he crashes his lips against yours and kisses you hungrily, one hand gripping the nape of your neck as the other continues to grip your ass. He pulls you against him, ensuring there's nothing between you but your beating hearts. You moan as you feel his hardness pressed against your belly, throbbing with need for you, and you moan into his mouth from how good it feels to be in his arms like this again.

You gasp as you suddenly feel yourself being moved backward and your bare wet skin connects with the cold shower tiles. The shock of the coolness doesn't last long since Namjoon's large walk-in shower has multiple heads and they're all turned on, raining soothing hot streams down on both of your bodies.

"How's your leg?" he asks randomly.

"Um, it's okay," you answer, blinking a few times in confusion, "it hasn't bothered me much toda-"

Your breath hitches in your throat as his hand slides under your thigh and lifts your leg up to rest on his forearm. You grip his shoulders to keep your balance on your other leg as his fingers slide down to tease your wet folds.

"Fuck," he groans, feeling how wet you are even with the water running over you. He leans over you to place more sloppy kisses against your neck as he slips his middle finger inside you, making you grip his shoulders even harder and bite into your lip to contain your voice.

"Don't do that," he growls, running his tongue up your neck again. "Let me hear you."

"Fuck, Joon," you whimper, leaning your head back against the tile as he slides another finger into your heat, his thumb gently circling your clit. The way he touches you just right has you barely hanging on and you look into his eyes, your eyes hooded in pleasure.

You feel a slight burn as he begins to gently work his fingers inside you, stretching you to easily mold around him. He captures your lips again, his tongue dancing with yours, distracting you as he continues to ready your body for him.

You roam your hand down his sculpted abs to take his shaft in your hand, gently gripping him before you give him a few strokes. The act catches him off guard and he shudders, grunting out a loud, "Fuck, baby."

"Joon," you pant. "That's enough, I need you now," you beg. "I want you inside me."

He smiles against your lips as he gives you a few more pumps before slowly pulling out of you.

"Fuck," he mumbles, putting your leg back down. "I forgot the condom, hang on."

Goosebumps spread over him as he steps out into the freezing AC, grabbing a condom from his bathroom drawer.

"Fuck, that's cold," he shivers, and you giggle. You gently grip his biceps and guide him to you, pressing his body against yours before you say, "It's okay, I'll warm you back up." He lifts the corner of his mouth in a sexy smile before you kiss him, quickly gliding your tongue past his lips and hungryly tasting him. Feeling your beautiful, wet, naked body against him has his need for you on overdrive and he tears open the foil, quickly taking it out and throwing the empty packet aside.

You bite your bottom lip, watching shamelessly as he rolls the condom down onto his length, fully sheathing his hardness and giving himself a few strokes. Your intense desire for him consumes you as you take in the sight of him standing before you, painfully hard, the steamy water rolling down his beautiful honey skin.

"Turn around baby," he gently commands, his breath thick with need. "Hands on the wall."

Your knees almost give out from how sexy he sounds. You obey him willingly, quickly turning toward the tile as he grips your hips to pull you closer to him, making you shiver.

You can feel him readying himself at your entrance, the head of his cock gently teasing you. "You ready for me baby?" he asks you, his voice deep and husky as he gently nibbles your earlobe.

"Y-yes, Joon, please," you beg, "I want you so badly."

He runs his hand up your spine, his fingers sliding across your skin with ease from the water cascading down on you both, before he moves back down to grip your hip.

"So fucking beautiful," he moans deeply, and you inhale sharply as you feel his tip start to slide in, whimpering at the slight burn of him stretching you.

"That's it baby," he breathes, his voice almost a growl, pushing another inch into you. "God, you take me so well."

You almost orgasm from that sentence alone.

He leans forward to leave slow kisses on your shoulder, allowing your body some time to adjust to him before he pushes the rest of himself inside you.

"Fuck," you pant, legs already trembling from the pleasure. You know your incision is going to hurt like a bitch after this but you don't care. Feeling him inside you is the only thing you've been thinking about the last month.

Namjoon slides back, keeping his tip just inside before slowly pushing himself back in. "Are you okay?" he asks, barely containing himself.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you whimper, your voice almost shaky. "Don't hold back on me. I want it this, want you. Take me like you want to, remind me that I'm only yours."

"You're really going to be the death of me," he growls, pulling back before plunging into you.

"Fuck!" you scream in pleasure, eyes rolling back as he perfectly hits your sweet spot with each thrust. "Oh my god."

"Fuck, I've missed you," he moans from behind, hands gripping your ass to keep you in place as he thrusts into you over and over. "You're so goddamn tight, so perfect...fuck, it's like your pussy was made for me."

You feel your climax building with an almost embarrassing speed but in that moment you don't even care. You've missed this so much and he feels so good that all you want is to feel him buried inside you as you climax around him. "J-Joon, I'm-"

Suddenly, just as you felt your high reaching a fever pitch, he stills. He completely stops. He's still fully inside you but he isn't moving.

You drop one arm from the tile to turn to look at him but suddenly you feel his hand snake around your throat. His gentle grip steals your breath as he pulls you to him, your back slamming against his chest, making you yelp.

His grip tightens as he brings his lips to your ear. "Do you want to cum?" he asks, his voice low and raspy, sending a bolt of electricity down your body.

You nod your head and whimper, your walls tightly gripping his shaft as you pulse around him.

"Then how about you tell me what you're still hiding from me?" he whispers, almost growling.

Your eyes snap open. "W-what? What are you-"

His grip releases from your throat before moving to hold you at your nape. He guides you down, bending you over, and your palms immediately flatten against the wet tile as he thrusts into you. Hard.

"Oh my god," you moan, your whole body trembling in pleasure as he fills you so rough and deep. You can't remember in that moment if you've ever had sex this good in your life.

You feel yourself getting close again when his hand grips your hair, making sure to pull from the uninjured side of your head, yanking you back against him, stopping his hip movement.

"No!" you whine. "Let me cum!"

"Feel like talking yet?" he smirks against your ear.

"Please," you pant, trying to grab his arms. "He asked me not to tell you."

"And I'm asking you to tell me," he says playfully. "Who are you going to listen to?"

Namjoon's not suspicious of you doing anything inappropriate with Yoongi. If there's anyone he trusts most in the world it's Jin or Yoongi. He's more curious and amused than anything, and he finds it adorable how bad you are at lying to him.

He takes your silence as an answer, bending you back over to thrust into you, reaching his hand around to circle your sensitive bud this time, earning him moans from you that echo off the walls.

You try to hide your oncoming climax but it doesn't work; Namjoon slows his thrusts right before it hits you.

"Fucker," you grit through your teeth, reaching your hand down to finish yourself off. He grabs both of your elbows to yank you back up to him.

"Not so fast," he chuckles, sucking on the delicate skin between your neck and shoulder. "I'll give you the best orgasm of your life once you talk."

"You are so fucking annoy-"

You gasp as his hand snakes around to grip your throat again, while the other one reaches down to your heat, moving in slow circles, making you dig your nails into him and whimper.

You feel yourself getting close again and can't take it anymore.

"Okay fine!" you cry out. "I didn't walk in on him changing."

He slowly bends you back over, your hands gripping the wall again. He gradually inches inside of you, going excruciatingly slow. "What did you walk in on?"

"Fuck, oh my god," you moan as he's all the way into you, slowly pulling back out. "I walk- I walked in on him h-having sex," you pant, your body begging for him to pick up the pace.

"Now we're talking," he arrogantly smirks behind you, picking up the pace a little but not much. "And why is that something that needed to be a secret?"

"He- fuck, Joon," your legs are trembling so much it's getting difficult to stand. "he was f-fucking his g-girlfriend."

He pauses for half a second in shock before pumping into you faster. "I still don't understand why it's a secret," he grunts.

"P-please," you exhale shakily. "Please a-at least let me keep her identity a secret. Please," you beg. "He h-hasn't told you because you guys know her."

You legitimately almost start to cry as he slips out of you before quickly turning your body to face him. He guides your arms over his shoulders as he grabs your waist.

"Jump," he commands. You use what little leg strength you have left to jump and wrap your legs around him. He presses your back to the tile to keep you upright as he skillfully guides his length back inside you.

"Hang on tight baby," he grins.

You cry out his name and claw at his shoulder blades as he pumps into you, your pussy taking him all the way to the hilt. You feel bad for ratting on Yoongi but it sure is worth it.

You feel your climax building but this time he doesn't stop. He thrusts into you harder as he groans, beginning to climax at the same time.

"Fuck!" you cry out, really seeing stars this time. The orgasm is so intense your body violently shakes around him, every ounce of you vibrating with pleasure as you cry out his name.

He fucks you though your orgasm, grunting as he releases himself into the condom.

You're gasping for air as you cling to him, coming down from your high, him also panting hard from his release.

He gently sets you down but your legs are done. He feels you buckle underneath him and he keeps his grip on your waist, moving to sit you down on the ledge in the corner.

"Oh my god are you okay?" he asks breathlessly.

He gulps nervously as you slowly look up at him, your eyes furiously piercing into his as the water continues to rain down on the both of you. "I'm going to kill you, Kim Namjoon."

• • • • • • • •

"Please baby," Namjoon whines, opening the passenger door. "Don't be mad at me anymore."

"Not until you promise not to do that again," you glare, getting into the driver's side of the car. You and Namjoon are about to head to Yoongi's place, hopping in one of Namjoon's luxury cars that he can't drive. He was about to call a driver when you reminded him you have a license, so you'll be driving the two of you there.

"I can't," he says flatly, clicking his seatbelt. "That was the sexiest I've ever seen you. I need you to keep secrets from me more often."

Your face flushes as you remember how embarrassingly vocal you were on Wednesday night, giving him whatever information he wanted while begging for his dick shamelessly. He's probably the only one in the entire world who could make you do that and you're not sure whether you love it or hate it.

"You are the worst," you grit your teeth, still red as a tomato. You pull out of the garage and head South towards Yoongi's house. He has an apartment where Namjoon stays but prefers his home where there's less of a crowd, he says it's quieter.

"You liked it," he chuckles, gripping your thigh. You glare at the road ahead of you, unable to refute. You're annoyed he held your orgasm as a hostage, but in his defense, it was one of the best orgasms of your life.

You still punished him though. He hasn't been able to touch you since then. Yesterday you were still so angry you touched yourself and made him watch, unable to participate. It was pure hell for him. Maybe the author will make a bonus chapter about it one day.

You groan and lean your head back, eyes still ahead of you, gripping the steering wheel. "You'd better act surprised. I'm really not interested in Yoongi of all people disliking me."

"Are you sure I know who his girlfriend is?"

You suddenly remember her annoying remark about Namjoon not being interested in you. "You definitely know her."

"And I'm guessing you don't like her?" he asks nervously.

You hadn't realized the grimace that's spread over your face.

"Ah," you clear your throat, gripping the back of your neck. "I don't really know yet. She kind of rubbed me the wrong way, but I could be overthinking it."

"What did she say?"

"I can't tell you that or you'll know who she is," you frown. "I'll see how she acts towards me tonight. It really might've been nothing."

"Well you did walk in on her butt naked bent over Yoongi's desk," he laughs, smoothing his thumb over your skin. "Maybe she was getting back at you." You're annoyed that just him innocently caressing your thigh turns you on.

"Maybe," you snort. "I guess we're even now."

The remainder of the car ride flies by as you both chat about something else mindlessly. About 25 minutes pass before you pull up to Yoongi's driveway.

The house is much simpler than you thought it would be. It's big, and beautiful. But ever since seeing Jenni's house you kind of assumed all idols lived in mansions.

His house reminds you of Park Seo-Joon's house in What's Wrong With Secretary Kim. It's secluded and quiet with the living room visible through large windows. Namjoon grabs your hand as you both walk over the bridge, noticing the beautiful creek that flows beneath.

Before Namjoon even knocks, a fluffy headed Taehyung swings the door open.

"Hyung! [Y/N]!" he exclaims, wrapping you both in a hug. You laugh as you smell the soju on his breath; it seems he started the night early.

"Hey Tae," you giggle, squeezing him back.

He looks gorgeous tonight, dressed in a beige button up tucked into tight navy blue jeans, with a cheetah print bandana pushing his wavy hair back.

You and Namjoon are couple matching — your rose colored sweater and black leggings match his rose button up that's tucked into tight black leather pants. When he walked out of the bathroom with his hair slicked back you almost shit yourself right there. You made sure to wear long sleeves since your scars are still noticeable.

"Come in," V grins, flashing his boxy smile.

You slip your boots off in the front entryway before Taehyung leads you into the living area. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you look around the room.

His mocha colored walls are adorned with all sorts of awards and trophies, and there are at least ten guitars scattered in as well. His living area has two steps down to the couch and television, similar to Namjoon's.

"It's about time, bitch!" Nanami exclaims, jumping off the couch to crash her body into yours, almost knocking the air out of you.

"Christ," you grunt, trying to absorb the impact. "Hey bitch. When did you get here?"

"About thirty minutes ago," she grins, looking up at you. Looks like she's on the same drunken level as Taehyung, dressed in a simple black maxi dress.

Your eyes glance around the room to find Jimin and V sitting on the couch, pouring another shot of soju, while Yoongi sits adjacent on the other end of the L couch. Jhope and Jin walk in from the kitchen, full glasses of wine in their hands.

"Where's Jungkook?" Namjoon asks, moving towards the kitchen to put the bottle of wine he'd brought up. Looks like they have plenty already.

"He'll be late," Jin answers, sitting down in one of the large loveseats next to Yoongi. "Hi [Y/N]," Jin smiles at you.

You nod, smiling a little awkwardly. Namjoon had told you Jin was the one who watched the tape from that night with him. To his knowledge he's the only other member that's seen it.

"Come," Nanami smiles, dragging you to the couch to sit next to her, handing you a shot of vodka.

"Is this the type of get-together we're having?" you laugh, downing your shot.

You and Yoongi haven't made eye contact yet. You're not sure how long you're going to have to wait for him to spill the beans.

Jimin doesn't make you wait long though.

"So hyung I heard [Y/N] saw your dick."

You're frozen in place as you gape at the blonde beauty before you, just now noticing he's even more intoxicated than Nanami is.

"You told them?!" Yoongi shouts, standing up in anger.

"Wait when did [Y/N] see Yoongi's dick?" Taehyung asks, completely confused.

"I didn't tell them!" you put your hands up in innocence. "I mean I told them about your dick but-"

"What the hell [Y/N]? It was my business to tell them about me and Nari," he glares, the whole room falling silent.

Yoongi freezes as he looks at Jimin's face, clearly having no clue what's going on.

"Nari?" Jimin asks, brows furrowed. "What does Nari have to do with [Y/N] walking in on you changing?"

Yoongi's lips purse together for a minute before speaking. "Fuck," he groans, palm slapping against his forehead.

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Chappy 41 ~

Get ready for a double update today :-]

Tysm to the beautiful Melle for help with the smut, it's perfect as usual

Did y'all see Tae in Paris?? GODDAMN.