A/N: I will confess, that I just wrote this chapter through two meetings this morning. I gave the meetings and this equal attention, but sure errors exist, but we will appreciate those errors! Anyway, I need my morning coffee before my next meeting in 5 mins. Happy reading, until we meet again in the next chapter (next week). 

Seokjin's Pov:

This guy was really dangerous, and I had no clue how we ended up eating breakfast together and then him pinning me beneath his weight in my bed not even an hour later.

My line of thinking was derailed when he went for my lips and kissed me in a languid but ardent manner. The kiss was slow and intense. I tasted him by inserting my tongue into his mouth and moving it around within his mouth. It was difficult for me to stop kissing him since he had a lovely taste. He was also an outstanding kisser, and I became addicted to kissing him. When I started to pull away from him while we were kissing, he put his hand on my jaw and held me while he smiled and looked into my eyes. He was very attentive. It was inevitable that I would have to close my eyes as he brushed his tongue over my lips. His stare was too intense.

When he resumed our kiss, with his tongue buried into my mouth, it was as if he had read my thoughts, knowing my yearning for his taste, and it was as if he had done it intending to satisfy that need.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally broke apart from our passionate embrace and said in a low voice, "Are you still sore?"

I was still sore, but how did he expect me to not want more of him when he looked at me like that? Not only did his body tell me that he wanted me, but his eyes were deadly; they had me consenting to things I should be against.

I could feel his hard cock pushing against mine, and this very feeling caused my hole to quiver.

"I want you." I gently brushed my hands over his arms in an effort to reassure him that everything was fine. I needed to get used to him since it was certain that he would only want more of me at some point in the future. When I gave it some thought, I realized that the fact that he desired and needed me was really praising.

Because of my words, he cracked a smile; I loved and hated it; his smile was breathtakingly dangerous. He was adding a touch of sweetness to a very heated moment. To reiterate what I've already stated and will continue to say, this guy is dangerous.

Because I can see our family of seven expanding to include a sixth child in the blink of an eye, I will make it a point to take birth control with me when I leave the hospital after giving birth.

As my lips come in touch with his and we make contact with one another, I let out a little moan as he kisses me and thrusts two of his fingers inside me. It came out of nowhere without prior notice, but I believe that's on purpose since he intended to shock and awe me. Probably being able to read my thoughts and being aware of my next intentions.

"How are you feeling, baby?" The soreness no longer seemed to matter as his lips spoke gently against mine, as his fingers deeply stroked my insides. It was comfortable, and I wanted more of him. I needed more of him.

I replied to him by kissing him, my arms eventually found their way around his neck, and my tongue made its way into his mouth. I wanted to explore his taste once again.

Our kiss ended as soon as he slipped another finger into me, and I bit down on his lip as I tried to grasp the increasing pleasure pulsing through my body. As he pushed deeper into me with his fingers, my hips lifted off the bed and met his body.

My right thigh was firmly grasped by his right hand as he brought my leg forward and over his shoulder. I let out a gasp as he did this. When he did that to me, I experienced a new sort of pain that I had never felt before, even though I had always been a flexible person. However, since I got pregnant, my muscles have grown inflexible, so I no longer have the flexibility I once had.

"Are you okay?"

Oh my goodness, here we go again with him; what gives with his behavior? I believe he is attempting to make up for the previous incident; it was really kind of him to check up on me like that. I gave him a passionate kiss and a warm smile before telling him, "I am fine."

He kissed me back, then removed his fingers and changed his position so that his monstrous cock head was pressing at my entrance. My chest heaved as I took a big breath in anticipation of him; I wanted him, but my body was nervous and anxious since it remembered our prior experience and was thinking about how intense it had been. I had never experienced anything like this before; it was new, different, and my nerves were quivering; nonetheless, my body craved him like no one else.

I grabbed his arm, and as his cock pushed into me, his lips came crashing down upon mine. As my body stretched to accommodate him, my fingers dug into his skin, and my fingernails sank into his flesh. I had the want to scream, but his lips controlled my cries and stifled them with each outburst from the back of my throat.

As my muscles relaxed around him, he pushed deeper into me. His tongue explored the interior of my mouth as our bodies rocked together. I felt him deep within as my cock rubbed against his stomach. Tears escaped my eyes, and a moaning sound made contact with his lips as the intense pressure between us increased.

As he got into his rhythm, he broke off our kiss, and as he did so, my leg slipped off his shoulder and stretched out as it lay to the side. As he continued to press himself farther into me, I reached for the sheets of the bed to steady myself as my body rocked against the bed. He pulled back, which caused the distance between my legs to increase. After that, he grabbed my waist hard and thrust deeper into me.

"Jungkook!" I screamed his name as his thrust grew more powerful, and I felt him pressing into the pit of my stomach. An orgasmic feeling started to build inside me, and my body began to twist against the bed.

His voice was raspy, but I could make out the words as he pounded me harder. "Come for me, baby, come for me," he said.

His hand held my cock and stroked it with increasing pressure, bringing me over the brink. Cum poured from my cock, spurting over my stomach and onto his chest. I had no words; I was gone. The room became hazy as my hole clenched around his cock.

As his thrust continued to intensify, his body crashed onto mine, and his lips made their way home to mine once again; my body did not have time to fully absorb the sensations of my orgasmic experience.

I came to the realization that it was very improbable that I would be able to keep up with him as I was falling apart under him and my body was vibrating from yet another orgasm.

As his tongue licked my lips, and his grunts resounded throughout the room as he rode out his orgasm, sinking himself deeper into me with each stroke and sending his warm cum to undiscovered regions within me; our intensely pleasurable moment came to an end.

"You are perfect." He pressed his lips against mine and then kissed my whole face once he had finished speaking.

He was not wrong about that.

*****

Jungkook's Pov:

In my whole life, I have never developed an addiction to anything. Even if many people believe that I am hooked to my work, and although they could be accurate about that, I can still disagree with them about it.

On the other hand, this guy now resting his head on my chest has caused me to experience a new feeling. He made me feel alive; he made me feel desirable. It wasn't necessary for him to explain himself verbally since his eyes already had all the answers I needed.

I did not have any feelings of insecurity when I was around him because he was reassuring, and he reminded me of what I had always envisioned a home to be like, even though I have never really had one.

As I watched him sleep, I realized with absolute certainty that I never wanted to lose him and that regardless of what was needed of me, I would put in a lot of effort to grow and strengthen what we had together. My mother passed away when she gave birth to me. Thus I never had a stable family environment. Because of that, my father hated me. It was a shock that he didn't try to get rid of me, but he made sure I was constantly reminded of how much he detested me while he was still alive.

I was able to rise above his hatred and find my path on my own because of my drive to do great things. My need to be loved compelled me to wed the first guy who looked at me with what I mistook as love, which I soon discovered was not love. I married him nevertheless.

I was accustomed to being broken, so I took it no matter where it came from. However, I maintained control over the one thing I could, which was my career. However, in the end, it was all worth it. My name is so well-known that almost everyone is familiar with it. Now, many people want me, but only one person can have me, which makes me happy.

Seokjin shifted slightly against me, and his eyes fluttered, "I am hungry." As soon as he finished saying those words, he again closed his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I don't know," he whispered.

"Do you want us to go to the mall? There are several restaurants-"

"The mall?" He sat up and looked at me with a crazed expression.

I couldn't help but chuckle since I had been so strict about his spending because I knew how serious he could be about buying things. Before I met him, I had no clue that buying clothes could be such an expensive hobby for some people. Initially, I was a little confused about how he and Yoongi managed to coexist with that routine, but the more time I spent with him, the more I got it.

Because of this, he was happy, which was exactly how I wanted him to feel. On the other hand, I want him to comprehend the significance of every dollar I have worked hard to achieve. Our children will model their behavior after what they see us doing, and I do not feel that this is a pattern that I would want them to develop. Nothing I have resulted from someone else's generosity; I want my husband and our children to understand that wealth does not come without labor.

Perhaps there will be an exception for my husband since he is working hard to carry all five of our children. I doubt there is a more difficult job than that one.

"Yes, we will go to the mall. Today, I will treat you to whatever you want."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh, you are the most amazing person! My mother expressed her concern for my father's health in a phone conversation she had with me the other day. My father has a terrible back. I've tried to buy him one of those pricey massage chairs, but he's so proud that he won't take it from me. I thought that if you bought it and I introduced you, you could give it to him and pretend it was a gift from you. In addition, I want you to meet them since I was screamed at, but I believe it would be better for them to yell at you rather than me. They are responsible for knowing that I am blameless in all of this."

This was just another illustration of why I regarded him as being unique. Taehyung mentioned that Seokjin had been very helpful to him and his spouse before he could make any money for himself. He had a passion for buying things and having money, but he also had a giving heart, which was somewhat uncommon.

"You want to introduce me to your parents?"

"I guess so. Are you getting my dad the chair?"

"I will. Is there anything your mother likes?"

"Smile at her; she will be happy."

"Come here." I pulled him into my arms and kissed his lips; I couldn't get enough of him.

"You are insatiable!"