Part 2 of Netorare series.

Park Jimin continued his sexual relationship with his husband's boss, Jeon Jungkook.

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Loud pitched moans were shamelessly voiced out, each moans matching the hard slapping thrusts that almost had his eyes over the back of his head from the intensity of the pleasure he was receiving. Every thrust from the familiar member was putting him into edge, he may have lost track in the number of times he had orgasmed just by the pure fucking and he was sure the man in charge won't stop anytime soon.

The car was shaking badly it was too obvious someone was fucking hard in the back seat, parked in the darker spot of the thirteenth level of the now empty parking owned by the company. It was hot, the steam fogging the windows that gave them more cover. There were only dimmed lights, the guards on patrol seemed out of their job but neither of them would care if there's one, they'd still continue their car sex until they were worn out together.

If they'll ever get tired.

Jimin's back was curved down erotically with his skin gleaming from sweat, ass up in the air, cheeks pressed into the leather seat that were already slippery and messed up of both his sweat and sticky cum. If he could muster a force on his body he could at least bend up and level at the window for his own comfortability. But he cant, he's just too preoccupied of the pleasure and the thick cock ramming his insides so good that he forgot he's already married.

"Like that baby? Such a naughty unfaithful husband. Taking my cock in the middle of the night, much more in a car parked into the same place your partner works hm?"

"Yes-yes! Hm, love you-love your cock 'ggukie!"

He hummed his name in an uprised tone, the enjoyment traced visibly in his voice. Those dirty talks sure turn him on so much, every reminder of his infidelity creates stimulation in his core that push him off the edge, salty tears flowing down his cheeks. It wasn't the tears of guilt but tears of pure pleasure, he had got enough of that guilty pace of his three months ago even after his Taehyung came home from the business trip.

Jungkook was thrusting on his own expense, slower in pace but slamming hard on every soft spot to purposely make the man under him moan loud. The tight heat was already coiling on his stomach and he wanted to slow down, just for the purpose of making their time longer and Jimin lying in his car limp from sex.

"Jungkookie-please, please want your cum already..please fuck me fast!"

He leaned in closer, his chest touching Jimin's back as he chuckled huskily that it sent shivers down the bottom's back his hot tongue tracing over the shell of his ear slowly thrusting that seemed like a form of mockery to the plea. He heard a whine from the blonde, pushing back his ass willingly to meet his thrusts that made him groan out broken grunts.

"But I wanna take my time, wanna keep fucking you till morning in this car."

If the boss says, he means it. Jimin learned that for fooling around with him with the span of three months. If he wants to fuck him overstimulated and crying, he'd have that whatever way it may be. If he wants him for a whole damn day, he'd do so. He'd try to distract Taehyung by leaving heavy jobs in the office. Even if Jimin protested that his poor husband is suffering and drowning from the office papers, he'd forget it after few hours of being compensated by pleasure ̶o̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶ ̶e̶x̶p̶e̶n̶s̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶s̶t̶a̶u̶r̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶d̶a̶t̶e̶.

"Can't-I just told him I'd be o-out till eleven. F-friends dinner."

If Jungkook won't move, he would do so. He was moving back his hips against him as he hear the man on top moan louder and finally acknowledged what he wanted; his hips held in place with the cock thrusting relentlessly that almost had him screaming from the sudden pace, his prostate constantly abused by the motion. It was good that he was seeing white spots on his vision, his reaction totally delirious with his chin dripping with saliva and tongue stuck out of his swollen parted lips.

"Fuckfuckfuck-gonna cum!"

Jungkook kept the fast pace of his hips, their skin slapping hardly against each other loudly. He can feel the heat about to be released, and he was chasing it with the desperation to cum. His veiny hands gripped the blonde locks against his fingers pulling back Jimin's hair to level with his, latching their lips together for a messy open mouthed kiss their tongues lapping against each other.

With few more thrusts he came, his cum spilling inside the clenching hole. Jimin's body shuddered from the hot liquid inside him and from the ecstasy with his chest rising heavily as he orgasmed too, the thick ropes of semen painting the leather back seats. The smell of sex was suffocating in the backseat, the hot air sure gave them difficulty to breathe. Jungkook had it in hand, turning on his car air conditioner while slightly pulling down the window to release the air.

"Damn, you're always the best 'minnie."

His thin lips pressed kisses on the soft milky skin of Jimin's shoulders tracing up to his neck and it was tender unlike the lustful kisses he gives to him. His lips eventually presses against the plumper ones, sharing a soft and short kiss together.

"Hmm. Help me find my clothes..?"

"Yeah, wait a sec. I'll get your underwear, I think that I tossed it somewhere under the front seat."

Jimin was tired and groggy, the sex and sensitivity still lingering in his system. He's pretty sure his body would ache later, or maybe he can't walk in the morning properly and he had to act out that he's fine to Taehyung tomorrow to remain neutral.

"Here baby. Come on, sit properly and I'll wipe you clean."

The tissues on Jungkook's car was always there, knowing that he was some clean freak in his outside persona as a boss and different from his behavior in sex that he likes everything messy. His hand wiped Jimin clean, he totally could've used the whole pack on him just to make sure he was clean with no trace of him left.

"..get my perfume on the purse. I smell like sex y'know. Gotta redo my make-up too."

Jimin surely looked messed up, his hair was still in places and his eye make -up were smeared on his eyes. He was detail oriented on his looks, and he had to go back on their home exactly on how he looked like before leaving.

"Your face actually looked better with my cum on it in my opinion." Jungkook giggled while buttoning up his white sleeves, picking up the black overcoat from the carpeted ground of his car.

"Shut up. Get in the front seat, its cramped back here and I can't get dressed well!" He rolled his eyes, whining over for the other to get off the back.

Jungkook had himself transferred in the front seat with a smirk, taking time to fix himself too. He'd surely need a shower when he got home, maybe longer ones. But for sure showers will be better with Jimin-too bad he had to go home to his betrothed instead of him. For the three months of being technically a homewrecker he had grown over the idea of having Jimin all for him, hell, he wanted it to be obvious for the couple to get divorced.

Yet he can't be that kind of an evil asshole that showed up just to snatch over somebody else's husband.

Actually he found it exciting too, and sometimes heartbreaking.

Its heartbreaking for his part that he can still see the very same man who begs under him go to the office and smile happily with his husband with that goddamned lunch pack and share a lunch together. Hold hands, get off together and even when they peck lips Jungkook could swore that his blood pressure spike up that his precious co-workers become the victim of his stressed out burst.

But everytime the reality that he's the one fulfilling the need of that certain 'perfect' and 'loyal' husband, his pride surges with that cocky smirk of his. He had seen all of his faces, every naughty plea that comes out from his lips and begging for his cock.

He was sure he's the only one who knew that dirty little secret.

But he'll be more than glad for Jimin's husband to know that too.

"Jungkookie, can you book me an uber ride? I'm too tired to hail a cab down there."

Jimin is still busy on himself, he was already dressed neatly and his blonde hair back in places. He's applying the blush on his cheeks with the powder brush then grabbed his strawberry chapstick to damp on his lips lightly to give the reddish color. It was light, but he had to go home pretty but for this time, its for his husband Taehyung.

"I'll just drive you back to your home. I'm sure Mister Kim won't mind?"

"Tae could be awake, I'd be fine with the uber ride."

"Baby, don't you trust me? I have the best explanation as always. And its technically the second time he'd see me drive you back. He won't suspect, I promise."

Surely he was skeptic of the idea, but it couldn't hurt if he'd take him back home. Maybe Taehyung wouldn't suspect of anything, or sleeping soundly with Yeontan and Chimmy so he wouldn't notice him.

"Just drop me off okay? Then leave fast."

Jungkook hummed in response and just in time, he was done with his look and spraying the perfume all over his clothes to overcome the mixed smell of sex on his body. He then transferred in the front seat, his lips left a sigh as they drive off the parking space and down the main road.

Their ride was silent, just the sound of the strong engine of the expensive Bently and few shuffling around from the blonde. The brunette hated the silence between them, opening up a conversation to talk.

"I'd be sending Mister Kim to Incheon next week. He'll be inspecting the new space that the company bought."

"But you just sent him to Daejeon two weeks ago! He's tired and still getting a hold of the new position. My Taehyungie often gets home burned out, please go easy on him. "

It wasn't the response that he wanted to hear from him. He wanted to hear from his lips that he's excited that they'll have longer time together, only the two of them without any worry. They could eat together, fucking and giving him the after care till they fall asleep together. He shouldn't have brought it up, the term 'My Taehyungie' sure did bring a pang on his chest. It shouldn't be about the husband. Its supposed to be him, the lover.

Jungkook's grip on the wheel tensed, his brows furrowed stepping on the gas that suddenly increased their speed up to a hundred and twenty before suddenly hitting the breaks hard that his tires screeched in purpose at one traffic stop.

"Ow-Jungkook! You could've been more careful in driving!"

"No. He'll get sent over there, your opinion in our work is invalid. I'm the boss here, not you."

Jimin can see well that he was mad. From his furrowed eyebrows and his tone that traces a growl in every word. He might have hit a fragile nerve in his system, its either his pride as the boss or maybe its about mentioning his husband. Or both. But in span of knowing him, its the mention of Taehyung in a casual conversation that pulled his moods down which isn't the first time at all.

"..all I ask of you is to go easy on him. He's human, you give him so much work."

"Aren't the both of you well compensated? Then he do the part while you do yours."

Jimin bit his lip, sighing deeply. He hates it when Jungkook goes to that part of the conversation. It hurts his feelings, but he knew he was speaking with a reason.

Others could label it that he pulled down himself to the ground that he's having sex with his husband's boss, from the heavenly compliments of being a perfect and loyal partner for Taehyung now he's nowhere near that and he's well aware. He never knew the good sex he had could turn into something more meaningful. Its not just for his fulfillment, its for their progress in life as he can label it.

The quote could be right, 'Behind every succesful man, there's his loving partner behind his back'. Not only Taehyung was promoted and given higher wage, even the 'company' was able to provide them their first car with paid gas and repair expense.

He isn't even sure if there's any feelings attached at all.

Or he's simply letting things happen because he likes the sex that he couldn't get from his husband with the strings attached.

"I know. But please after that let Taehyung stay and rest. I had to spend time with him too, just like any other couple does. Chimmy and Yeontan misses him so much. Y-you can't just hog me all for yourself. I'm married to Taehyung and I had my role to fulfill as his loving partner."

"Whatever you say so. But don't come crawling for me when your body started craving again."

Jungkook snickered, rolling his eyes on the last trail of words. Loving partner sounded very generic, fake. He knew that the blonde was nowhere near that title after he tasted him that day that changed everything. All he was just pouring over his husband were fake love and affection that he still believe he's being true on his part.

They were near the Kim residence, only few more blocks away when they spotted Taehyung from a far, infront of their hpuse while sitting in the doorway along with their two dogs. It was roughly twelve in the night but he was still waiting there, fiddling on his phone and worried about Jimin being late at night.

"I-i had to go. Taehyung's worried, you text me next time and we'll see if I ca-"

Before he can open the car door,Jungkook pulled him into a kiss. Their lips were smashed together that Jimin felt his heart dropped on the floor from the sudden action, heart banging on his chest when he felt the hand on his locks pushing his head further to deepen their kiss.

The warm muscle pushed through his mouth, and that's where he felt its going the wrong way that he pushed Jungkook off and gave him a square up slap on his right cheek.

He just kissed him, and his husband were only meters away to see them!

"Are you..are you batshit insane?! Taehyung was there, he could've seen you-us!"

Jimin wiped his lips, the horror was painted on his expression and his heart up to his throat. He felt that he could cry too, he could imagine Taehyung's broken hearted expression staring at the both of them and his heart wouldn't take that.

Jungkook decided not to respond, just a cocky smirk on his face. It was intentional and could've been longer, but Jungkook didn't regret an inch even he was slapped that could bruise for days.

"I'll go. Forget about texting me, don't talk to me for days."

Jimin was frustrated that he slammed the car door with force and stormed off, running to his husband's direction to greet him the biggest hug.

"Jiminnie! I was worried so I waited for you here you rarely get past on the time you promise when you go out, I-i'm supposed to call you and fetch you by the car-i-is that?"

Taehyung surely knew who own that car that was still parked over there. He was familiar of that black Bently that he can see every single day on his way to work and home, the car he surely checks out everyday wishing he had it instead. But that car instantly became a sight for sore eyes. His gut says there's something wrong; suspicious.

Of all things, why would he even drive Jimin back home? Of all people he knew why would his boss be that one goddamn driver? At night? He can't quiet put a finger on it, yet his chest was burning with quite jealousy.

"Why is he..why is he even here? I yhought you were out for dinner with your friends Sungwoon and Taemin? Is there something I have to know from you Jimin?"

Jimin was the one who told himself that he didn't feel guilty but he's eating it all up at the moment. His brain was slow processing, he can't even think of the most believable and plausible excuse and it doesn't help that the bastard lover isn't leaving with his goddamn Bently. He was nervous that he can feel his chilling sweat trailing on his forehead, his lips were even quivering as if he lost his words to speak.

"He..gave me a ride home. Jung-M-Mister Jeon spotted me at the..the..same..restaurant t-that we were eating at. H-he's having a dinner with his brother a-and then he offered me a ride."

He was stammering, and he can see the glint of disbelief in Taehyung's eyes. Even him can't muster up a word to him, he has his lips thin and shut together.

"..alright. Go inside already, its cold. I have to thank Mister Jeon for getting you back home and safe." Arms immediately clung around the taller man, convincingly tugging him along inside.

Jimin didn't want them to talk tonight. He never wanted for them to see each other face to face, though he knew they will do so the next morning at work. Jungkook could straight up tell everything because of his jealousy, or maybe he can sense that Taehyung might just do anything he wouldn't expect.

He wouldn't accept a fist fight and his husband fired from work the next day.

"N-no! Its okay, I already thanked him and he'll leave soon when he see me get in. We should both get in together, you stayed longer here in the outside more than I did. L-let's just cuddle okay?"

Taehyung looked skeptic of him and his charms for him may not even work. They tangled their fingers together, pressing it rather affectionate. He can hear him sigh deeply and nod, placing a kiss on Jimin's temple after. He decided he'll thank him tomorrow morning at work,

but he isn't sure if he'll still look at his boss the same respected way anymore.

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"Taehyungie, is the kimchi stew your liking? Is it too spicy?"

Jimin was watching his husband eat lunch like the usual. He prepares and deliver his lunch pack fresh and hot everyday, and he hasn't failed ever since.

The only difference for today would be them eating outside the building skirts, some convenience store nearby that offers free seating for office workers.

"Nope munchkin, its perfect! You always cook the best~ Especially this japchae, just the right taste! "

Taehyung stuffed healthy amounts of food on his mouth, genuinely enjoying Jimin's home cooked lunch. It was his favorite set of lunch, including the dumplings they both love.

"I'd leave the dumpling to you sweetie, I know how much your a sucker for that snack. I packed extra so you could give it to your office mates too."

"But..how about you? You love dumplings-we love dumplings! Get your share, eat in front me!" Taehyung picked one of the hot dumplings and blew it before placing it in front of Jimin's lips to feed him. His husband giggled, happily taking a bite of the delicious dumpling.

Jimin expected his husband, Taehyung, to start acting cold and suspicious but surprisingly they ended up with the same routine. They didn't cuddle or have their good night kiss and he assumed it that he was picking up the pieces. But surprisingly Jimin woke up with his kisses, the box like grin welcoming his first sight in the morning affectionately with breakfast served in bed.

Possibly he's a bit wary of his boss now that they had to eat further from the building than the usual. He could say he's a bit thankful that he never brought up the conversation about last night again.

"Sweetcakes can I ask you something?"

"Y-yes? Anything you need love?"

Taehyung's tone was usually bubbly just like earlier yet his tone at the moment is serious and Jimin stiffed from the unusual tone used on him. He was weak everytime that serious deep voice were used to him, its like a punch in the gut that he can't quite point out.

"I want the truth okay? Um, just..be straightforward. Do...do I still satisfy you? As your husband?"

If Jimin was some hurtful bastard, he'll straight forwardly say 'no' in front of his face. It was clear as day that he wasn't sexually satisfying him. If he was then he wouldn't have need to be hooked up in a secret relationship with Jungkook that fulfills his needs unlike Taehyung that can't tend him with those touches his body craves.

Likewise, it wasn't the latter's fault. His heart and soul still belongs to him as long as the golden band on his ring finger stays, even if his body belongs to somebody else.

"Ah-you're doing fine darling! What makes you say that? You're still the best husband I could ever have and ask for."

Taehyung's face were washed with relief, taking down his chopsticks to cup Jimin's smaller face against with his large hands tenderly stroking the soft rosy cheeks with his thumb. His box smile was flashed, his handsome face bringing a warm blush on Jimin's cheeks.

"I'm glad you still see me that way. I'll always be at my best for you. Um..maybe if I can come home earlier, maybe we could..try y-you know. Its been nine months since we last did that, I want to..feel good with you again, feel connected."

Jimin felt his chest flutter with a warm feeling, the butterflies on his stomach dancing rather actively. Its been ages since he last heard him talk about it, even if he was still shy about the sex talks they rarely have despite being the one on top. He can't help but to feel different-he was both excited and nervous. He wanted to feel his husband again, he longed for him. But Taehyung was entirely different in pleasure, and he's too gentle. Will he get turned on again? Enjoy it after the three months of new pleasure he received from his secret lover? He might even make a mistake while they're at it, he can moan Jungkook's name out loud in bed.

He just hoped his husband would change his ways in bed, or for at least his body to respond to Taehyung-not the lustful instinct that responds for Jungkook.

"Of course Taehyungie, I'll be more than happy to do that with you. I..miss you that way too."

His soft lips pressed a kiss on the hand that was cupping his cheek, lightly stroking the large hand against his smaller ones. It was a lighter mood after, even they don't speak that much they were smiling until they finish the lunch together and Jimin have to go back home after walking Taehyung back to the company building.

"Let's get going Taehyungie, your lunch break will end in ten minutes!" He had finished gathering the lunchboxes and properly put it in the lunchbag, separating another bag for Taehyung's dumplings and extra bottles of juice and water.

"I'll be alright walking back cupcakes, I'll just hail you a cab to get back home okay?"

"But Taehyungie..I wanna walk you there, I wanna see you get in there safe and sound!"

"Nonono, I promise I'd be alright. Its much better for me to see you go safely."

He should be the one checking if Jimin will be safe, not the other way round. He knew a large number of men were preying around his beautiful husband, his physical appearance more than enough to lure over some predator. And it was the very same reason he wanted to keep Jimin safe on their house, adopt some dogs and be the working man so the pretty man won't have to go out and get disrespected for long working hours.

It was obvious that Taehyung didn't want his beautiful husband to get close in their company building again, the uncertainty of his boss seeing Jimin again will always be there-and he was surely jealous in the inside but he can't let it display on his emotions. He had to act normal, professional even and that's the best he could do.

Only if he knew that his boss was screwing his beautiful husband behind his back, Taehyung could break down in pieces.

When they stepped out of the vicinity, Taehyung immediately hailed a cab for Jimin lending the money from his wallet to pay the fee.

"Take care shortcake, text me when you're at home okay?"

"I will. Take care too, drive home safely later sweetie!"

Taehyung pecked Jimin's lips shortly to bif their goodbye before the blonde went off for the ride back.

Jimin was silent mostly of course, thinking about how the situation will go later. Will he prepare? Get on some pretty clothes that Taehyung loves to see him in? Maybe he should prepare a candle light dinner back home? Roses? Dye his hair to Taehyung's favorite color? He has a lot of spare time left to make it special.

Its rare, so he had to prepare for something special. Nine months of being unable to have sex with your very own husband is history in the making. He can count that he had sex with Jungkook triple the times he did more than Taehyung, quadruple even.

Taehyung is not like Jungkook in any way. He knew how his husband loved special things, like seeing him as a gentle and fragile creature that can break anytime when they make love. He treats him like a saint, the compliments that come out from his mouth praises him in all glory. The thing is, it doesn't happen more often. Rare moments you could say so.

But Jungkook was something else. He'll come there or snatch him unannounced no matter what clothes he's in. That bastard never cared about clothes anyway. He was much more dominant, one snap of his fingers he'd get him naked and have his lips latched against his and hips snapping to orgasm. He was someone that can tear away the innocent mask off his face and see for himself the dirty side he was hiding.

Hell, he was making him realize he was a slut all along.

Too much thoughts were on his mind that he didn't realize he was already on the destination point. He just apologized and paid for the long doze off before running back home, meeting their two cute dogs waiting at the door.

They both barked and jumped at him, too excited to be patted on their heads.

"You guys won't interfere later okay? Papa and Daddy will do something really special."

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Six hours had passed and Jimin was puffing the strawberry scented perfume in front of the vanity mirror as the last touch of his look. His hair was dyed purple, his body covered with the silk robe and underneath was his set of lavender-pink lacy garter belt that he wore on their honeymoon. The color sure made his creamy pale skin be further featured, the curves of his body deliciously displayed and it seemed like lace was invented just for him. Face covered in light make up and he made sure his lips would pop a beautiful pink and soft, he knew how his husband loved smothering it with kisses and savoring the smoothness of his lips.

He added a little unique touch in his look tonight, he found one purple lace ribbon hanging around his dresser and decided to wrap it around his neck for a more cute and innocent look. What more can he say? It worked on his part.

He decided not to make the candle light dinner anymore. What for? He was the whole goddamn full course, more delicious and softer than any meat in land.

Seven will strike soon, a little more to wait before Taehyung comes back from work. It made him anxious, his heart beating right out from his chest and the butterflies on hos stomach is back too.

"Can't be too obvious, must be innocent. Don't let the overriding lust get you Jiminnie..he's your husband. He isn't Jungkook for you to get that freaky side out. Be innocent, be an angel." It was a mantra he was repeating for already an hour or two, if his walls could talk it could have smacked him already for he is still nervous on the outcome.

A few more minutes passed when he heard the sound of a car pulling over, the engine being turned off and he immediately ran over at the front door to greet him pair of thin lips came crashing in his mouth the taste of bitter liquor intoxicating his sweet lips. He knew immediately;

The lips weren't Taehyung's.

It was the familiar warm lips that strives for immediate passion, the soft muscle pushing inside his cavern with no time that their tongues were swirling against each other. Jungkook's slender fingers traced Jimin's open skin, the low cut of his silk robe providing easy access to leave feather light touches on his chest that brought shivers down his spine. The fingers were dangerously lowering, pushing aside a part of the silk robe down just enough to reveal a part of the milky shoulder playfully pinching the rosy bud that emitted a sudden yelp from Jimin that made him tear away from the kiss pushing the broad chest with his curled fist.

"W-what are you even doing here? Please go away, Taehyung might come home soon-"

Jungkook didn't want him to talk further more, grabbing the slender hips rather harshly and his other hand grabbing a fistful of the purple hair, pressing their lips once again to resume the heated kiss. His kisses were starved, hungry for the latter's lips. Their groins were pressed together, the brunette's hard package felt by the other.

Jimin was struggling in the hold. It was strong, he can't even get his head to move away from the kiss. He wanted to breath, but it seemed like the brunette wouldn't even let him. With the tongue dipping inside his cavern, the bitter taste of liquor was filling his mouth. He was weak for alcohol that even the taste of it makes him feel dizzy, or maybe its from the intensity of the kiss that can almost eat him whole. In hopes to be released, Jimin started banging the broad chest with his balled fist, still trying to push him away letting out a grunting sound in their kiss to express his displeasure.

The other did pull away, the thick saliva that dripping in both of their chins down to their chest. But Jungkook was too starved-it wasn't enough. He started to trail wet kisses around Jimin's cheeks up to the earlobe, attacking the soft skin, licking the shell and sucking harshly tugging the soft bone.

"Fuck, Jimin, you've become ethereal. Fucking hell, I didn't knew you could become more and more beautiful-so fuckable just for me."

His deep slurring voice could resonate in Jimin's ear for days, hot breaths sending shivers down his spine. One thing for sure Jungkook was drunk and out of his right mind, the shots of brandy he took in his office pushed away his morals and led the way to fulfill his cravings-led him to Jimin.

"Jungkook no, n-no! You're drunk, you have to go! We can't-I can't! This night is for Taehyung, not yours!"

Jungkook's ear rang over the mention of that man again, and it does make him aggravated, more territorial of him. He pulled away and pushed back Jimin slightly to give space enought to see him fully, pulling down the robe fully from Jimin's slender frame. He had seen him naked, most of the time, but the new touch of wearing the pastel panties and garterbelt? It sent him crazy-almost feral. He drooled at the sight, the milky thighs were hugged by the frillies deliciously that he'd mark him down there endlessly for that goddamn husband to see that the beauty belongs to another man, belongs to his goddamn company boss named Jeon Jungkook.

"Fuck-fuck. This is for Taehyung huh? What a lucky man. Too bad. Finders keepers, me first."

Jimin's skin was warmer, the attention given to his ear earlier did turn him on. For the long duration that Jungkook almost ate out his lips, he finally got a good grasp of how he looked like tonight.

His brown hair swept off perfectly with that tongue licking his own thin lips. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol but it looks just right that he looked like a perfect sex god. Even as much that he wanted to stop Jungkook tonight his own body doesn't want to, the attraction and his body reaction was stronger; and it feels like his body wants him as much as Jungkook wanted him too.

Jungkook had began to drag him into the bedroom, thrown on the bed filled with petals that Jimin had prepared for his husband. He felt a swell of pride in his chest, he'll get to ruin the bed first and the pretty husband, then their marriage later.

He hovered above him, one arm supporting himself. His free hand started to make wonders, tracing his fingers down the flat stomach dangerously lowering down to the growing bulge on Jimin's panties lightly squeezing the member in his large hands. It was a light touch but Jimin's weakness would always be his hypersensitivity, every touch on his skin would get him turned on.

"J-jungkookie..p-please hurry..h-he might catch you here..w-we can't.."

"Whatcha' say baby? Hurry? Sorry sweetheart, I can't eat my dinner that fast, need to savor every flavour of yours."

Jungkook had that bashful teasing grin on his face, his fingers working to set the cloth of silky panties aside and get to touch the skin, slowly stroking the small cock in his palms. He was watching Jimin's expression as it contorts into pleasure, his pink lips parted open and eyes lidded down beautifully while moaning in his broken high pitch voice. Every expression and plea got his cock achingly twitching inside his pants, yet it can wait. He had to bear it, he'd get his cock into better use later.

"J-jungkook! Mhm-mm please, please..hurry..n-no more teasing!"

Jimin should've known that Jungkook was a minx in bed, everytime he asked to cease the teasing he'd prolong it to his desire even it takes for him to cum twice before being fucked.

And he just did so, he stopped palming the cock yet he lowered down between Jimin's meaty thighs, his tongue pressed flat on the skin and dragged it across for a long lick that made Jimin's body jolt from the hot sensation against his skin. He had been tasting him for months, but tonight was different. He smelled sweet-strong mixture of strawberry and vanilla, he even tasted like one faintly. Jimin was jolting everytime from the touch that Jungkook decided to hold it in place while he drag his teeth on the milky skin, savouring his flavour before dipping down for a bite that got those legs shaking in place, almost kicking but Jungkook only held it stronger while he busied himself by repeating the action all over the open skin of the milky thighs, leaving the marks of his crevice all over the place mercilessly.

Jimin's thighs by now were not only decorated by the frills of the garterbelt but also with the deep purple bite marks that printed Jungkook's crevice in it. Satisfied enough of his work, he looked up at Jimin's face to check him out only to see the tears strained on his face, his face lewdly displaying the pleasure.

"Oh baby, we're just starting. Don't cry, I'll give you what you want, make sure to moan my name loud okay?"

Jungkook pulled down the panties enough to free Jimin's aching cock, the member standing red and dripping.

"This hard already? What a slut."

His hand wrapped around the cock, gathering the precum to lather around the skin before pumping it in his own accord. He can hear Jimin's breath hitching loudly, the contact on his skin making him moan uncontrollably. Jungkook lapped his tongue on the tip, circling around then dragging long licks down the base and further down the balls and back up again before taking the cock on his mouth fully.

He rarely gives blowjobs to Jimin, but he was skillful enough to pull it off real good. The cock wasn't big in size that he can easily throat it down with the efforts of his tongue swirling around, the taste of Jimin's salty precum lingering his tastebuds yet he always found it delectable, and he'd want to earn more from him. He bobbed his head faster, his eyes looking up at the moaning mess that was full of tears that were blurry enough to see him. Jimin bucked his hips forward, arching his back while his hands clutching the sheets hardly that it could rip from the bed, toes curling as he feel the warm building feeling on his abdomen.

" A-ah! 'Mma cum soon..'ggukie..f-fuck!"

It was sudden when Jungkook got the idea of slipping his middle finger inside Jimin's hole dry. It burned in Jimin's rim, the sudden entrance shook his entire body. The finger started thrusting in rhytm of bobbing his head, it burned and it was painful, yet the cock sucking did distract him and overwhelms the sensation.

He was close when Jungkook decided to have his fingers knuckle deep inside him, hitting his weak spot that made him shoot inside the warm mouth the spurts of his cum, Jungkook releasing his cock with a pop.

"I'm generous today baby, you'll get to taste yourself."

Jungkook leaned in for a kiss, pooling both of his mixed saliva and the cum on his mouth generously so they could share fairly. It was messy, it was the first time Jimin tasted his own cum and it wasn't as different except it was a bit better that it came from Jungkook's own mouth. They parted, Jimin still catching his breath when he was flipped over his back facing Jungkook.

Jimin knew that the man won't play fair. He wasn't even able to touch him tonight, but Jungkook won't give him a chance at all. He'd play with Jimin's body tonight as much as he pleased, even if it downplays his own pleasure.

He can't look back on what Jungkook was doing, Jimin burying his cheeks at the soft pillow. He can feel the breeze against his entrance, Jungkook raising his hips up kneeling on the bed while his upper body rested flat on the sheets. Jungkook was levelled down his bottom, spreading his buttcheeks before giving quick kitten licks before flatly gave a long slow ones around Jimin's rim, the purple haired almost saw stars in his sight.

Jungkook was surely taking his time, pooling his thick spit for further lubrication before his tongue dipped inside the entrance slowly thrusting the soft muscle inside the rim.

"Ah-Jungkookie! S-so good..t-too good!"

Just by Jungkook's tongue he was already swimming in pleasure, he was laying there and enjoying being eaten out with sobs escaping his lips. It was overwhelming, he just reached his first orgasm and he's already building his next. His body was quivering and struggling to keep his position. He was pure mess, his tears all over his face and the pillow and moaning incoherent calling out Jungkook's name broken and repeatedly.

Jungkook might be right-he was really a slut after all. Getting tongue-fucked was more than enough to get him on the edge without being touched.

"G-gonna cum s-soon..k-keep going!"

Just after his plea, the brunette immediately withdrawed his tongue and it made Jimin feel empty, a dissatisfied moan emitted from his lips. He can feel that Jungkook was smirking, enjoying the frustration and those new wet tears on his face. Shortly he heard shuffling of clothes and sounds of unbuckling, the metal dropping down the floor.

"J-jungkookie prep me first I-i'm not-a-ah!"

He was turned back upfront suddenly, back on facing the handsome brunette. His eyes very much liked what he sees, his mouth watering on the sight of the fully erect cock.

Jungkook was being rude on his own way, he can't even wait anymore. He needed him urgently, his body too excited to receive the pleasure after holding back for long. Using his own spit to lubricate his hard cock and his very own precum, without warning he thrusted inside Jimin's tight hole that Jimin didn't held back to scream when his ass was full with the sudden stretch of Jungkook's thick cock. Jungkook didn't even hold back, he went in balls deep with one hard thrust that almost brought Jimin's body forward and have his face kiss the headboard of the bed.

"C-calm down, p-please slow down! I'm still a-adjust-ah!"

Jungkook's hips started snapping in his own pace, pushing forward the slender body while holding his legs up air until Jimin was almost bent in half his cock deep inside. He decided not spare the married man, he already knew where his weak spot is. His cock brushed repeatedly in Jimin's prostate, repeatedly thrusting the same way before hitting his prostate hard-Jimin unable to control his loud high pitched moans, screaming over Jungkook's name.

"Please, please-"

"Don't care. Just stay still and moan loud while I fuck you okay? Fuck it-keep screaming my goddamn name in this whole neighborhood!"

The thrusts were harsh, skin slapping with each other. Jimin's eyes almost went back further at the back of his head, his prostate being abused by the thick cock that filled him perfectly his mind unable to think much more- there were no coherent words falling in his lips anymore. His whole mind and body were being shaked in pleasure.

It goes the same for Jungkook, he was going out of his mind too. His low moans were mixed with Jimin's high pitched ones, desperately chasing for his own release. He wanted to fill him with his cum, much more than the amount he leaves everytime they had sex before. Even if it takes him to fuck Jimin unconscious he would, just to show to the beloved husband how stuffed his significant other with his cum, a proof he can take care of Jimin's body more than he could ever do.

"So good, so fucking good 'minnie..so good only for me..mine, only mine!" He growled ferociously against Jimin's lips, before diving in for a sloppy open mouthed kiss.

Jungkook held Jimin's hips once again, the brunette being pushed back in the bed in a sitting position, strongly bringing Jimin up on his lap while riding his cock. He nudged his cock up, still taking the lead while Jimin's body was trying to meet his thrust half way, eyes half lidded-almost closed, feeling Jungkook's thrust inside him. The position was a better angle, Jungkook leaving hickeys on Jimin's smooth chest and shoulders marking him freely on every space on his skin.

"C-cum..'mma cum..g-gukkie..!"

Jimin couldn't muster to speak from the mind blowing sex, his arms wrapping around Jungkook's shoulders as he moaned loudly in his ear till he let out one distinct moan, body shuddering violently with his cum spraying over Jungkook's chest.

"Enjoy this good fucking, baby. You'll never get this pleasure from your beloved Taehyung, not even from anybody else beside me."

Jungkook was fucking Jimin in his high, still chasing his own orgasm. It has always been like that when they fuck, it always took him longer to cum before the other and ramming him in his oversensitivity. Jimin was completely limp and laying in his arms, letting the brunette fully take the lead while peppering kisses on his chiseled jaw.

His hips snapped faster, his orgasm building on its peak with Jimin's hole clenching his cock tighter his own moans filling the room, now louder than before.

"Fuck, baby, fuck so good for me-Jimin!"

His eyes were now shut, his mouth agape as he fall back at the bed for comfortably while continouing still, ramming Jimin while his lighter body was laying on top of him the purple haired taking his own initiative to press their lips together and get back on action, meeting Jungkook's thrusts.

With one hard thrust Jungkook cummed inside Jimin's ass, his seed flowing down generously against the latter's fucked open hole. His ass bounced slightly to feel the semen inside, hot and sticky, yet it was Jimin's favourite feeling. It brings him utter satisfaction, the evident proof of their lustful enjoyment together.

"..you cummed t-too much.."

Jimin was slowly regaining his right mind, voice too hoarse too speak after the long moans and few screamings he did tonight. He sat up, groaning slightly at the feel of Jungkook's half hard cock still inside him. His fists were on Jungkook's chest, using it for leverage.

"Mhm, but you love my cum inside don't cha'?"

Jungkook looked tired, completely dishvelled with his messy hair that sticks in with his sweat. It was a sight Jimin rarely catches on, mostly it was him he could almost faint at a time after sex. Could the brunette was dizzy already, he came there drunk after all.

"Jimin..?" He murmured his name, his fingers affectionately stroking Jimin's soft flushed cheeks. His hands were warm, with Jimin leaning on the touch. He faintly replied with a soft 'yes?', Jungkook's eyes staring right against his with a different hint.

"I love you."

Those words fell from Jungkook's lips without hesitation, Jimin's chestnut eyes went wide gasping the thin air after the statement. His heart thumped loudly, more different. It felt like his world came crashing with those three words, he didn't knew what to feel at all. It felt so wrong in many ways. Jungkook wasn't supposed to fall for him, say those words like it meant something. But it also feels right, he was the man who fulfilled the missing need in his life, made his life even better.

But it was more overly wrong. They were only playing right? He only gave his body. Or did he give his heart along the way too?

He doesn't know.

"Jungkook..I-i..um, I..lo-love.."

His mind was searching for a righteous reply, his lips open before being sewn back shut unable to form the right words to say when the knob stirred and flew open, his eyes meeting the worst person to meet at the moment.

Taehyung.

He was there, his husband, eyes full of rage and regret-disgust as he stared at the two of them. Taehyung was breaking in pieces, it felt like heaven and earth came crashing in front of him, the most hurtful sight he could see in his whole goddamn living life.

It was his sweet husband, his beautiful loving partner, his innocent Jimin, sitting above the body of his boss and naked, almost bathing in their sweat. That was a direct blow into his chest, maybe a hundred shots of machine gun teared him down.

Of all his life thinking he was taking care and working hard for the both of them, keeping his husband away from those prying eyes as much as he could-he just cheated on him like that.

With his fucking boss.

"Taehyung-please, I can explain!" Jimin got off Jungkook, grabbing one of the sheets to wrap around him fave flushed with all the regrets. The brunette didn't even seem to give a flying fuck, he was just there picking up his clothes and getting dressed up while the drama unfolds in front of him that was about time, he thought so.

Taehyung didn't even need any explanations. Their naked bodies didn't need any explanation, and he had two big eyes to see and a brain to comprehend that his husband fucked another man in their very own bedroom.

"Get out."

His voice was dead- monotoned even his face says something else with his broken expression.

"I'm sorry-I'm very sorry Taehyung! P-please-"

Jimin was ready to beg for forgiveness, but when he tried to hold Taehyung's hand he was painfully rejected and pushed away like a disgusting trash, painful sobs escaping his lips.

"I SAID GET OUT! Get out! Before I do something else none of you would ever like, before I fucking kill you in this very room Jeon Jungkook!"

Taehyung bellowed, the rage filling his whole system that his vision might go darker soon if both of them stayed. Jimin wasn't willing to leave, he'll be crying and begging under Taehyung's feet for days if he had to bawling his eyes out.

Jungkook didn't even need to be told again, he walked his way out and intentionally brushed his shoulder with Taehyung with that much attitude, a smirk in his lips as he looked at the broken husband.

"If only you took care of him much better, this would have not happen to your marriage."

He whisphered to Taehyung before walking his way out of the house, even shut the door by himself for the last manners he'll leave after succesfully breaking one marriage. His smile can even go from ear to ear, riding inside his Bently while brushing his hair back.

Jungkook will go home victorious tonight anyway.

Then tomorrow he'll finally get his trophy.

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should i give another part with just pure drama? oh and im sorry for hurting bb taehyung again. ; - ;

and yes, an 8k worded sequel with two smuts and bit of angst in one go. yes. i did that. and i almost feel like dying writing this very generic netorare storyline that is available on every ntr hentai and japanese av.