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Part 1

                “Ji Yongie,” You heard a woman coo in the hallway as a pair of steps came up the stairs, “Your father and I have a gift for you.” You smiled to yourself, excited to see the young man you were now set to serve. You were nervous, for sure, but you had been auctioned off to a wealthy family, and they had enough money to genetically alter their faces. Even if he wasn’t a kind master, which after meeting his parents, it seemed he would be, you were pretty sure he would be pleasing to the eye.

                “What kind of gift?” this voice was new, it sent shivers down your spine and you bit your lip happily. The voice was young and warm, but still sounded old enough to be an adult. You had heard horror stories about girls being sold to little boys, growing too old to serve them properly when they came of age.

                “You’re a grown man Ji Yong,” this was the young master’s father now, he had  a quiet voice, yet you didn’t raise your head to hear better, you had been waiting patiently, kneeling and head bowed, hands placed submissively on your knees for an hour now, just the way you had been trained. “We got you a gift to celebrate your adulthood. Go look in your room.”

                Your heart was beating a mile a minute, you had to remember your training and keep your head down while you heard the door creak open and a soft thud as a bag hit the ground.

                “What’s this?” Ji Yong asked, his voice warm, “Look at me girl.” You looked up to see a somewhat confused, yet kind face, you smiled shakily and he smiled in return back at you. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” Your smile grew with the compliment and he chuckled to himself, “how long have you been kneeling there little one?” You blushed and cleared your throat.

                “A-about an hour,” you admitted as he walked around you, tilting your head in confusion when he gasped in horror.

                “Don’t your ankles hurt?” Ji Yong reached out his hands for yours, helping your rise to your feet.

                “Not much,” you assured him, “I was trained to do this for hours.” JI Yong smiled and patted your head, it was then that you realized he was a head or more taller than you, but just about everyone was.  

                “What’s your name little one?” Ji Yong’s fingers ran down your arm and laced through yours, leading you through a door and to the bathroom.

                “That’s your decision sir,”

                “Oppa is fine,” he cut you off, “hmmm, what should I name such a sweet little girl?”

                “You can think about it,” you assured him, flushed with pleasure at how kind this man was. You had been in his presence for almost twenty minutes and he hadn’t tried to remove the two scraps of clothing that kept your body from his eyes. He seemed like a good man.

                “I’ll do that,” he told you with a smile, “Now come help oppa wash.” You looked around the bathroom and quickly turned the water on, testing it before putting the plug in and finding a basket of shower supplies. Finally you turned to him, as he watched you expectantly, still fully clothed. Slowly, timidly you helped him slide his jacket down his arms, then you unbuttoned his shirt, button by button, revealing his taught stomach, finally you pulled off his pants and boxers, his dick half hard as you stared down at it.

                “Have you seen a naked man before?” Ji Yong asked softly, taking a step towards you. When you shook your head he smiled and kissed your forehead. “Its nothing to be scared of,” he smiled and stepped into the pool sized bathtub. “How are you going to help me wash from over there,” Ji Yong tilted his head to the side softly, beckoning you towards him. You stripped off the bikini top from your chest and smiled to yourself when you heard Ji Yong moan softly. Finally you pulled the short skirt down your hips and stepped into the water, bringing the soap and a cloth with you.

                Ji Yong sat on a bench in the warm water while you gently scrubbed away the grime of the day from his skin, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned his body, showing exactly how much money his family had to spend on skin modification. You moved to put your cloth and soap away but Ji Yong grabbed you by the arm.

                “You forgot somewhere little one,” Ji Yong took your hand and placed it around his now hard cock, pulling you closer to him. “Has anyone ever touched my girl before?”

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warning. SHORT AND SMUTTY

Your eyes had locked from across the room. He was beautiful. You had never been a sucker for celebrities, but he… he was just HOT. As you danced you kept eye contact with him, you had never been one to make the first move, but he wasn’t up for playing hard to get. As the song went on Seungri moved closer and closer, until he stood right in front of you, his eyes seemingly boring into your soul.

                “Justin right?” You teased, and his eyes widened in shock. You’d heard once in an interview he liked to pretend he was Justin Timberlake when he was drunk. You just hoped he could take a joke. To your relief a genuine smile broke out over your face as he wrapped one arm around you.

                “And I thought you didn’t recognize me… Its been a long time since N’SYNC” he murmured hotly in your ear, and you laughed. The night went on and you and Seungri talked more and more, you called him Justin and he called you Brittany, your own private joke. Midnight came and went and as you danced against the singer, he leaned down to speak into your ear.

                “As fun as our weird kind of foreplay has been,” he sounded almost pained, “I’m going to take you home now, and I’m going to make you scream.” You swallow and nod as Seungri takes your hand and leads you to the car.

                The ride to his place was silent, the only contact his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles in slow patterns. You rode in the elevator silently and as Seungri let you into his apartment, his eyes took on a cold demeanor. The man closed and locked the door, lead you to the bedroom, and sat on the large, plush bed.

                “If I have to repeat myself, you will be punished, do you understand?” You nodded, gulping. There was something about when men took control that was just… hot. “Good girl. Now strip.” You blush and look down, slowly sliding off the tiny black dress you had worn to  the club standing in front of him in just your bra and panties, his smoldering glare making you wet. Seungri stood, walked to you and grabbed you be the best, returning to the bed to pull you across his lap, the sting you felt indicated he had just spanked you, and you yelped in surprise and pleasure. “What did I JUST say,” Seungri’s voice was cold, “do you even know what strip means. I meant everything.” You felt Seungri rip away your bra and panties before letting his hand come down on your ass a few more times. When you moaned loudly he stopped, pushing you off his lap. “You like that huh?” he scoffed. You don’t know why you didn’t talk back. You had forgotten how to speak, especially when Seungri removed all his clothing, leaving his stiff cock in plain view. “suck it,” he commanded and you fell to your knees in front of him, your mouth engulfing as much as you could, you began to hum happily around him, knowing the vibrations would drive you crazy.

                When you felt Seungri’s fingers tangle in your hair you smiled to yourself, his quick gasps and murmured, “Oh fuck yes,” turned you on more than any amount of foreplay ever could. After a moment Seungri pulled away, and in one motioned, flipped you onto the bed, face down, and slammed into you. You screamed, Seungri was easily the biggest man you’d ever been with, and it had been awhile since you had even touched yourself. Seungri gave you no time to adjust, however, and that was fine with you. Your screams filled the room as Seungri’s thrusts became harder and harder. You pushed your hips against him, struggling when he held you still against the bed. That’s when you felt it again, the stinging force of his hand, spanking you in time with his thrusts. “I fucking told you to stay still,” he gasped out as he ground against your g-spot, making you cry out. “You like that don’t you,” Seungri gasped, repeating his movement, “you like to be mounted and fucked like an animal don’t you.” Ordinarily you would have taken offense, but you were right on the edge, and all the managed to come out of your mouth was a loud, “Yes! OH god yes!”

                Seungri smirked in victory as he let one of his thumbs push hard against your clit, making your body cum harder then you had ever cum before. You were so lost in the feeling you didn’t even notice when Seungri shot his load into you, and were still euphoric when he cleaned you off and adjusted you so you were laying comfortably on the bed. When you were finally sane enough to realize what was going on, you were laying in Seungri’s arms, while he looked down on you with a gentle smile.

                “You ok?” The coldness had completely left, and was replaced with a sweet tone, “I know I get rough in bed, but  you didn’t seem to mind.” You shook your head and snuggled into his chest.

                “No that was… wow… Just wow.” Seungri chuckled and held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your forehead before the two of you drifted to sleep.

                You stood in the arena as the crew cleaned up, playing for your phone and waiting for Seungri to meet you. It was about ten minutes later than you two normally met, but you figured he had let the dancers change in the shared dressing room first tonight, as he sometimes did. You smiled thinking about your sweet boyfriend, yes he was a little arrogant sometimes, and yes he could even be a smart aleck, especially if he was on variety shows, but most of the time he was the cutest thing in the world, and you were certain he was the love of your life. As you passed another level in tetris your phone buzzed, cutting you off from the game.

                To: Seungri’s Wifie

                From: Dae Dae

                                I wouldn’t worry, but you should probably come back stage. Ri passed out. Ji Yong’s with him now, but we figured he’d want you. We called a doctor, but Seungri’s pretty shaken up.

                You read the message wide eyed before running backstage, heart pounding and a cool sweat breaking out as you panicked, the guards knowing your face by now let you through without a second thought. The venue was unfamiliar to you so you searched for a few moments before finding what you expected was Big Bang’s waiting room and rushing in. There was a crowd of people in the middle of the room and you figured your boyfriend would be in the middle. You pushed through the crowd, not caring in the least if the dancers gave you a dirty look, only to realize that it was Ji Yong in the middle, telling people not to worry. When Ji Yong saw you he flashed a shaky smile and grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the crowd.

                “We weren’t going to leave him out here with all the people,” Ji Yong assured you, “You know how self conscious he gets. He’s in the make up room.” Ji Yong led you through a door and you saw the other members sitting around a couch where your boyfriend lay. When you rushed to his side Seungri shot the other boys a look.

                “I told you guys not to tell her,” Seungri’s voice was weak and you touched his face, feeling for a fever. Seungri was pale and you couldn’t help but worry, even if his temperature was only slightly warm.

                “They did the right thing oppa,” you admonished him gently, “here can you sit up?” You smiled at TOP gratefully as he grabbed Seungri from under his arms and helped him into a sitting position. You dug into your bag and pulled out a small bottle of apple juice, opened it and held it out to him, letting him take it in his shaky hands. “Here baby, this has some sugar in it, it might help you feel better.” Seungri nodded his thanks and drank a few sips before handing it back to you.

                 “The doctor said it was exhaustion,” Ji Yong told you unsure what to say, “I…I guess I’ve been working him too hard.” Ji Young ruffled Seungri’s hair apologetically, “I’m sorry bro. Take some time and go home with your girlfriend. Take tomorrow off and get better okay?” Seungri nodded and Ji Yong pulled you aside under the pretense of gathering Seungri’s things, “Take good care of him okay? Ji Yong’s voice was filled with concern. Text me tomorrow night and let me know if he’s up for practice in the morning. He won’t be any good if he’s unhealthy.” You nod and thank Ji Yong for all his help then return to Seungri, helping him to your car. You thought about taking him to your apartment, but weren’t sure if you could make him the food he needed for him to recover. Even though you had once sworn you would never do it, you headed towards your parents house to ask your mother for help.

                You helped Seungri out of the car and up the front steps, worrying that he allowed himself to put as much weight on you as he did. Seungri never asked for help, he took his role as the man in the relationship very seriously, but now you looked at the feverish, sweaty, half delirious man and rung the doorbell, scared for the first time in awhile. You rang the door bell constantly, praying your mother would wake up, considering it was two in the morning. After a moment that felt like an hour your mother opened the door, a bath robe clutched around her body, she saw you and opened the door hurriedly, immediately understanding the situation.

                “Get him upstairs and I’ll start on some soup,” You nodded to your mother and helped Seungri into your room, stripping his sweaty outer clothes and getting him into your childhood bed.

                “I’m okay,” Seungri finally said as he lay back against your pillows taking a second to breathe before continuing, “this is NOT how I wanted to meet your parents.”

                “Hush baby,” you kissed his forehead and went to grab a damp cloth out of the bathroom, sitting by his side and taking care of him until you fell asleep sitting next to him.

                When you awoke you were laying in the bed, shoes removed and you were under the covers. You looked at the empty bed next to you and saw dirty soup dishes from the night before. You sighed, realizing your mother had taken care of Ri last night after you fell asleep. You decided your mother had probably cooked a huge breakfast this morning and headed downstairs to run interference between her and your boyfriend. You silently walked down the stairs, but stopped when you realized they were talking about you.

                “This isn’t the way I wanted to meet you,” Seungri sighed, and you noticed his voice sounded stronger. “I actually had plans to come visit you properly within the next week or two.”

                “You were sick and she was scared,” your mother comforted Seungri, “She loves you a lot you know. I would have never thought she would ask for help.”

                “I know. I don’t deserve her love,” Seungri admitted and you internally snorted, “but I love her just as much. I can’t let her go.” Deciding you had heard enough you stepped into the kitchen, placing a kiss on Ri’s head.

                “You are the best boyfriend in the world Oppa,” you took the seat next to him, “don’t talk about deserving me. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find you.” Your mother pretended to gag as she got you a plate of food.

                “I’m glad you’re feeling better son-in-law, but wait until you get home ok?” You quirked an eyebrow at your mother’s casual use of the term “son-in-law” but you smiled seeing Seungri’s pleased face, and kissed him quickly behind your mother’s back.

                “I love you baby,” he smiled grabbing your hand as you ate.

You looked around the apartment and found your boyfriend gone. You smiled to yourself, you love Young Bae more than life itself, but he had been home for the past week and a half, and that meant you hadn’t been able to clean for the last week and a half. You and Young Bae don’t see each other very often, so when he was home, MOST of the day was spent in bed. You had suggested once that the two of you spend a day doing chores instead of doing something insanely romantic, or well honestly, screwing each other’s brains out. Young Bae had pouted that he made reservations at your favorite restaurant. How could you be upset that your boyfriend was too sweet and romantic.

                You pulled your cleaning stuff together and turned on your stereo as loud as it would good. This was the one thing you loved about cleaning day, when you cleaned you sand loudly and with confidence. Young Bae’s voice was so sweet it made you want to cry. Your voice on the other hand was out of control. You were loud and completely out of tune. Young Bae had never heard you sing, and you intended to keep it that way.

                You began in the living room and cleaned your way around your home. You were finishing the bedroom, dancing slightly while you warbled along to “She’s Back” by Infinite when you bumped into some large structure. You turned and found yourself face to face with Young Bae, his face looking like it was between laughing and being in pain. You turned bright red and ran to turn off the stereo.

                “How long have you been here?” you asked, afraid of the answer.

                “About ten minutes,” he admitted, “Baby I promise it was really cute.” Young Bae was trying to make you feel better before you even said anything.

                “Oh god!” you realized, “you heard me destroy…” You broke off as Young Bae couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

                “Wedding Dress?” he laughed, “Baby I would tell you that you were doing just fine…. But maybe you should stick to your strong points.” You laughed along with Young Bae, letting him wrap his arms around you, “Jagi its ok,” He kissed the top of your head, “I like that you’re destroying my music. Don’t sing other idol’s songs.” Young Bae scowled at the stereo, “Especially these  kids. They’re so young”

                You laughed and lean up to capture Young Bae’s lips.

                “Oppa don’t worry. I only have eyes for you.” Young Bae smiled at you and pulled away.

                “Good. Now show Oppa that dance again, that was cute!” You laugh, throwing a playful punch at your boyfriend and finishing you cleaning quickly so that you could focus on the needy man.

Guys I’m sorry if this is bad, or weird, or really bad…but I had the hardest time with this…. I hope you guys aren’t too disappointed.

You weren’t really sure what was going on, all you knew was that there were hands running along your body, and it felt good. One of the warm bodies bulled away and you saw Seungri stand up and quickly begin undressing himself. You bit your lip as the younger of the two lifted his shirt, exposing his body. Taeyang broke away and smiled as your eyes filled with lust. As you watched Seungri undress Taeyang’s hands slipped slowly under your tank top, pulling it over your head. You helped Taeyang remove your bra and rolled, pinning him underneath you. You smirked at Taeyang and leaned down to kiss him, your hands running down his side, and your hips grinding against his.

                As you helped Taeyang take off his t-shirt and pants you could hear a zipper from behind you, and you knew Seungri was ready to join in again.

                “Hyung!” Seungri interrupted, “I love you and all, but you can’t take the fun part for yourself. Noona wait for me!” You turned around, to make some snide comment back at Seungri, but were instead in awe of the beautiful specimen of man that stood in front of you. If you found Seungri attractive with his clothes off, with them on he was a god. Seungri smirked at your look of awe and moved forward to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your still open mouth. Taeyang sat up and wrapped his arms around you, his mouth teasing your neck, his hands slowly making their way to your ass, pulling you against him hard.

                “I need you,” you moaned out loud and Seungri smiled at you warmly, kissing your forehead.

                “That’s where you have the option Noona,” Seungri informed you, “Tonight is all about you Noona. So either you can have us one by one, or at the same time. Either way we’ll take care of you baby.” You blushed at Seungri’s loving tone as he ran his hand through your hair, the other cupping your face.

                “I can… I mean… you wouldn’t mind if I wanted you two, together?” You blushed, unable to stammer out what you wanted, but they seemed to get the idea. Taeyang slipped you off his lap and kissed you softly, before turning to Seungri and doing the same.

                “I’ll be right back,” Seungri nodded and turned to you.

                “Hyung’s going to get some lube to make it easier for you. Have you ever done that before Noona?” You blush but nod slowly, “I had an ex who… well he really liked it, and I enjoy it from time to time.” Seungri kissed you firmly, cutting off your rant.

                “Its ok baby. Hyung and I are together remember?” Seungri shot you a reassuring look, “Hyung and I won’t look down on you for enjoying that.” You sighed and melted into Seungri’s embrace, kissing him as you lined yourself up with him and slowly let him enter you. If Seungri hadn’t been covering your mouth with his, you were sure the neighbors would have been over, complaining about the noise. It had just been so long. You lost yourself in the feeling, riding Seungri, and panting, finding yourself on the edge way to fast. You tried to slow down but Seungri had grabbed your thighs, controlling your movements. Seungri sat up and kissed, licked, and sucked anything within his reach. Finally making his way to your chest, marking you in several places. “Noona, you feel so good,” Seungri moaned against your chest, “and I’ve wanted you for so long.” Hearing Seungri like this, so utterly out of control and at your mercy made you lose it. You came hard, shouting out Ri’s name while he slowed down your movements, letting you rest for a moment against his chest. You heard the door shut behind you, and you sensed Taeyang had re-entered the room. You felt his gentle kisses move down your back and you remained still, soaking in the warmth from the two men you adored.

                “Is she too worn out?” Taeyang asked quietly, trying not to wake you.

                “I’m fine” you giggle against Seungri, “just feeling happy.” Taeyang smiles back and kisses Seungri over your shoulder, evoking feelings in you, you didn’t know existed. The two men kissed and Taeyang ran his hands over you, slipping in between you and Seungri to find all the places you reacted to the most. After you were fully turned on again, you tried to move against Seungri, but the boy held you still.

                “Stay still for just a minute Noona,” Seungri whispered, bringing you down to kiss him slowly and  sweetly, after a moment you heard a quiet pop, and soon after two of Taeyang’s fingers pressed against you gently. You took a deep breath, relaxing your body and focusing on Seungri, until you start to feel a warm feeling drift throughout your body. Once Taeyang was sure you were ready he slowly entered you, slowing even more every time he felt your body tense, or head you moan in pain.

                Soon the two men were thrusting slowly in and out of you, making you blind with pleasure. The only way you could think of describing the feeling was full. Hands were running along you, lingering on your chest, in your hair, rubbing your most sensitive spot anytime one of them thought you might be in too much pain.

                After what felt like a few seconds you felt the knot in your stomach start to unfurl and you moan, yelling incomprehensible words, unsure who’s name to yell. The three of you finish together, everyone collapsing over Seungri.

                “Ouch, Hung! Noona! I love you guys but…” The rest of Seungri’s sentence was muffled and you laugh as Taeyang lays on one side of the bed, pulling you down to lie between them.

                “How do you feel baby?” Taeyang kisses the top of your head as you pant for air, “are you hurt?” You shake your head and kiss Seungri quickly, then turning your head and doing the same for Taeyang.

                “Thank you,” was all you manage to get out before falling asleep, having never felt more warm and protected in your life.

“Thank you so much for doing this!” you thanked Daesung again for giving you a ride after you discovered your flat tire on your way to pick up your son, Won Shik, from school.

                “Its no problem baby,” Daesung smiled that amazing smile at you and you felt uneasy once again.

                “Dae-“ you began, unsure how to start.

                “I know,” his smile didn’t fade, “You don’t want to confuse Won Shik, and you don’t think you can start dating until he’s old enough to understand. Its an added problem that I’m famous and you’re afraid the paparazzi are going to attack him for being the child of a single mother” You smile, relaxing, and are thankful, once again that Daesung was the amazing man that he was, and mentally laughing at his nice explanation of your bastard son, who’s father had split the moment you told him about your pregnancy.

                “Than you Oppa,” you smile and Daesung grabs your hand, holding it for just a moment, before letting go and pulling into the parking lot of your son’s Kindergarten. Daesung parked and pulled his hood on, concealing his hair and walked with you to Won Shik’s room. You opened the door to see that Won Shik was one of the last children there waiting for there parents.

                “Yah! Won Shik-ah!” Daesung called and Won Shik turned, his face lightening up, and he turned to run into his Uncle Daesung’s arms. Daesung grabbed the little boy around the waist and spun him around, giggles escaping from both the boy and man. You smiled happily as Daesung carried the boy out to his car and buckled him into his booster seat.

                The ride home was somewhat quiet, when you heard your son rattling around in his backpack.

                “Omma I drew a picture in class today!” Won Shik smiled and you beemed with pride, Won Shik really excelled in art, and you were happy that you found an interest you could help your son develop over time.

                “Really what did you draw?” You asked, excited for your son. Won Shik handed a piece of paper to you.

                “I drew appa!” he replied cheerily, and your face paled, especially when you looked down at the paper and saw that the man on the paper was clearly Daesung.

                “Won Shik-ah” you sighed, unsure how to handle this, “Go inside and play for a minute, Uncle Daesung and I have to talk about something.” Won Shik nodded and skipped inside, unaware of the tense atmosphere. The two of you walked into the kitchen and you handed the paper to Daesung silently, who took a deep breath and sat at the table, rubbing his head.

                “What do you want to do?” He finally asked, seriously, “He’s your son, I’m following you on this.” You nod in understanding.

                “I’ll explain it as best as I can to a five year old and I’ll ask him if he has any questions. If he does, we don’t lie.” Daesung smiled and squeezed your hand before bringing Won Shik into to the room. “Won Shik-ah,” you began, “You drew a very good picture in art class today, but there’s a little problem. Baby Uncle Daesung isn’t your Appa.” Won Shik laughed and shook his head.

                “No Omma, teacher told me. An appa is someone who takes care of you and Omma, is always there, who plays games with you, who loves you and Omma, and who you grow up to be like,” Won Shik assured you, “So that makes Uncle Daesung Appa.”

                “No baby,” you sighed, “Yes, those things are true, but before Omma met Uncle Daesung I loved a different man, and Omma and your Appa made you, but… Appa’s not here anymore.”

                “Uncle Daesung do you love Omma?” Won Shik asked, and your face flushed, waiting for Daesung’s answer as well.

                “Of course,” Daesung smiled, “I love both you and Omma very much.” Won Shik didn’t stop there.

                “Uncle Daesung don’t you want to be my Appa?” Daesung took a bit more time for this one, turning to you.

                “The truth Dae,” you told him quietly, “its going to be hard for him to hear but-“

                “Yes,” Daesung cut you off, directing his words more towards you then Won Shik now, “I honestly wish, more than anything in the world, that I was your appa Won Shik-ah.” You gasped a little, you had always told Daesung that you didn’t want to date because of your son, and while that was mostly true, you also didn’t think Daesung would want the responsibilities of raising a child. If Daesung wasn’t ready, you couldn’t let another man walk out of your life, leaving you even more of a single mother. Daesung looked at you for a moment and turned back towards Won Shik.

                “Won Shik-ah I have to ask you something, since you’re the man of the house,” Won Shik looked at him with interest, “Won Shik, how would you feel if I was Omma’s boy friend?” Won Shik thought for a moment.

                “Would that make you my appa?” he asked finally and Daesung laughed.

                “That’s the first step to being your appa,” he told Won Shik, and the boy smiled.

                “I want you to be my appa a lot!” Won Shik smiled and hopped down of the chair he was seated in, “Uncle Ji told me you two were already boyfriend and girlfriend though.” Daesung laughed, obviously embarrassed, and you just say, mouth still agape over the events that had happened in the past few hours. Won Shik when back to watching Pororo, and you looked up at Daesung, eyes brimming with tears.

                “Do you really mean it?” You asked Daesung finally, “because it wouldn’t be fair for another man to just walk out of Won Shik’s life like that.” Daesung took a step forward, and slowly, as if he was trying not to scare you, placed his lips against yours.

                “I really really mean it Jagiah,” Daesung smiled, “You’ve always known I loved you, and I love Won Shik as if he’s my own. I don’t want to rush though. Lets go slow alright baby girl?” You nod and Daesung kisses you again, his lips melding to yours, before heading to the living room to play with his new almost son.

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You rubbed your eyes as you walked into the small day care center where you worked. You hand’t slept much last night. In fact, you hadn’t been sleeping a lot for the past few nights, ever since you met him. Kwon Jiyong. Just thinking about him made you want to blush and roll your eyes at the same time. You had met Jiyong four nights ago at your best friend’s twenty-first birthday party. 
    The first time you saw him, you realized he had been staring at you first, but not at your ass or curves. He was looking straight into your eyes. Once he finally realized you had noticed him, he decided to finally get up from where he was seated across the room and walk over to you. His left arm leaned against the wall as he tried to flirt with you. He had to stand rather close to talk to you over the loud music filling the room. “I couldn’t help but notice you standing over here by yourself.” he said, motioning to your bright, neon green shirt that just barely hung off the edge of your shoulders.
    You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the cute comment, but you had just broken up with your boyfriend and there wasn’t much interest in dating for you anytime soon. “Thanks, but I have to go.” you said as you turned to leave. It was getting late and you had work the next morning.  You couldn’t hear the footsteps behind you until you had walked out the front door and away from the music. You spun on your heels to see the boy had followed you out, wearing the same adorable smile that made you blush moments before. 
    “Why in such a rush?” he asked, walking forward to fill the gap between you two. You took a step back after you noticed you were only a few inches from him before explaining to him that work needed you early in the morning. However, Jiyong was determined to have some sort of a conversation with you and managed to keep you there a few minutes longer, explaining your job to him.
    “Well before you go, can I at least get your number?” he asked, his innocent smile making you blush a third time that night. You gave each other your numbers and finally you returned home. Apparently the blonde haired boy didn’t think the three day rule of waiting applied to him, and you managed to lay in your bed for two minutes before your phone started going off. Every night since, he had kept you up, texting him. After a day or so you mentioned you were at the library, and you realized how hard Jiyong was trying to be a part of your life when he showed up there only minutes later.
    You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, and decided to leave it until after work. You weren’t in the mood for Jiyong’s never ending text messages filled with smiley faces and flirts. Work was the current priority. You walked into your room and watched as you were greeted by parents dropping their kids off for the day. 
    About an hour later, you had a couple dozen four year olds sitting on the floor before you, waiting for you to play them on a song on your guitar. You had all of them giggling as you played them old songs you remembered from your childhood such as “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and “Old McDonald”. There was a light knock on the door frame, and before you even looked up you saw Jiyong walking toward you wearing tight green pants and his legendary smile. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your eyes wide as you glanced down at your confused kids.
    “I thought I could stop by and… observe.” he said, seating himself next to you on your couch.  You blinked a few times, not sure what to say since you weren’t even sure if this was actually happening, when one of the famously impatient children shouted out.
    “Play another song!” And soon the entire group had started to call out with him. Jiyong nodded as he turned to you. “Here, let me try.”
    I lifted my finger and pointed at him in disbelief. “You play guitar?” you asked, only to have him laugh at you as if it was obvious. “Of course, now who wants to hear another song?” he asked, raising a hand playfully to his ear. After every single kid had started cheering, he grabbed the guitar from your hands and started to play. Jiyong had started to play a song about animals in a jungle or something, but you were no longer paying attention to the music. Only to his beautiful smile and dazzling eyes as he played. That was when you knew you weren’t going to be ignoring anymore of his texts.

                You walked into your apartment, smiling when you saw your two roommates asleep on the floor, backs to each other, knees bent. Since you moved into this apartment two years ago the two of you have become incredibly close, you shared everything and rarely had an argument. The only problem you had was that your room mates were incredibly hot, and that they were both incredibly sweet, caring human beings. You had immense feelings for both Seungri and Taeyang, and you weren’t really sure what to do about it. Every time you were certain you had fallen head over heels for one, the other one would do something to change your mind. You had gotten off thinking about them more than one time, and seeing them sleeping on the floor all cute together had you putting down your belongings and running to your room for release.

                You hesitated before starting your normal routine. The boys were RIGHT there in the living room, what if they woke up? You silently promised yourself to stay quiet before stripping and laying in the middle of your bed. As you begin to fantasize, your hands move of their own accord, and soon you forget your promise. Your fingers are pumping in and out of you and you moan Seungri’s and Taeyang’s names. Just as you’re about to cum a pounding comes on the door and you stop in shock.

                “Hey are you in there?” Taeyang called, and you sighed in relief that he hadn’t heard, “Seungri and I want to talk about something with you.”

                “I was about to get in the shower!” you call back, voice shaky, “I’ll be there in  a minute.” You quickly pull on a pair of tiny denim shorts and a tank top before opening the door to your room mates. The boys walk in quietly and have a seat on your bed, and you follow, concerned. “Is everything alright?” you ask and Seungri looks to Taeyang, who begins to speak.

                “We like each other,” Taeyang said bluntly, “Seungri and I. We’ve like each other for awhile, and we’re together.” You gasped in joy and hugged your friends, silently realizing that this was going to intensify your need for them ten fold.

                “oh my god congrats guys!” You squeal in happiness and Seungri shushes you laughing.

                “That isn’t why we want to talk to you,” he laughs and you quiet down confused.

                “We both like each other,” Seungri explained, “but we also both like you. We were hoping that you like us too. Which I’m pretty sure you do.” You looked at Seungri, mouth open, unsure how to respond, “we weren’t sure at first,” he continued, “but then we heard you and we knew.” You gasped in shock, your entire body red and Taeyang laughed.    

                “You’re so cute,” you close your eyes, that man’s voice was pure sex, and when he traced his finger down your arm you let out a breathy sigh.  You felt warm breath on your other side and you knew Seungri had gotten a lot closer, his lips nearly at your neck.

                “Noona,” Seungri teased, “You have to tell us you want us or we can’t make you feel good.” You were panting at this point, eyes still closed, you felt a hand lay on your thigh. When you opened your eyes you realized Seungri was tracing circles with his thumb.

                “Won’t it be awkward?” you protest weakly, “being room mates who fucked while you guys are together.” Taeyang laughed quietly and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

                “Baby, we’re not here to fuck,” you looked at him with confusion, “Ri and I have genuine feelings for you, we want to be in a relationship with you.” Then a smirk graced Taeyang’s normally innocent face, “and I prefer the term make love.”

                You’re head was spinning, and you weren’t sure what to do. Yes, you had feelings for both of them, but a three way relationship, wasn’t that kind of crazy?

                “Seungri you feel this way too?” you were hesitant, if Seungri agreed, you weren’t sure you could hold back.

                “Of course Noona,” Seungri grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into his lap, sighing in content, “I’ve wanted to hold you like this for so long, but I used to yearn for Hyung to hold me too.” Seungri explained, “I thought I was so bad. I thought it was dirty, but when I realized Hyung felt the same way I realized that there was nothing wrong with it. Noona, hating someone is a sin, how can loving them be one too?” You sighed, Seungri’s logic seemed sound, you knew your parents would never approve, but hell, you knew you would regret this for the rest of your life if you didn’t give this a shot.

                “I-I like you guys too,” you stammer, and a smile creeps over the boys faces.

                “Thank god,” Taeyang sighs, “I think you wore that outfit just to seduce us, and you were taking so LONG to make up your mind.” Seungri didn’t express his feelings in words, instead he lay you gently on the bed and kissed you soundly, every inch of his body pressed against you, Taeyang moving to join him.

HAHAHAHA I’m mean I know…. But if you guys can guess which drama I quoted I will give you guys a part 2! Or if you REALLY want one I’ll see what I can do. ;-)

                Your husband Seungri had texted you earlier that day asking you to stop by his rehearsal space after work, that he had something urgent to discuss with you. Unsure of what made Seungri so vague you agreed and made the drive from the elementary school where you worked, to the YG rehearsal space down town. You made your way to the studio and walked in without knocking. Seungri turned and smiled when he saw you, running to you and pulling you out of the room into the quiet hallway.

                “What’s wrong baby?” you asked, kissing him softly, trying to ease your nerves.

                “We’ve been married for about a year and a half right?” Seungri asked, and when you nodded he continued on excitedly, “and I know we should talk about this more but… Tae Yang brings his in all the time and I want one too now.”

                “Taeyang hyung,” you corrected him with out thinking, “and Tae Yang oppa brings in his what all the time?” Seungri smiled down at you and kissed you passionately.

                “His son,” Seungri smirked. You looked at your husband skeptically. The two of you had talked briefly about kids, and while you had wanted one or two, Ri had never been sure about how he felt on the matter.

                “You know we can’t guarantee that we’ll have a boy,” you started arguing, trying to make sure he had really thought this through, “What if you get a daughter.”

                “I hadn’t thought about that,” Seungri got more excited, “we could have a little baby girl. She’d be so precious. Ji Yong Hyung could help us shop for her, and she could be a dancer, or whatever she wanted really. With our genes we’d have a beautiful little girl.”

                “You said you wanted to be a solo artist before we started having kids,” you reminded him, trying not to sound too eager.

                “The more I think about being a solo act the more sad it makes me,” Seungri admitted, “I love Big Bang, we’re a family, I don’t like the idea of never performing with them again. My priorities have changed. I don’t want to be a solo artist. I’ve spent a lot of time with Hyung’s son since he was born, and I want that instead. I really want a baby Jagi.” Seungri nuzzled he face into your neck and you knew he had won.

                “Okay oppa,” a smile broke out over your face, “let’s start trying.” Seungri whooped in joy before leading you back into the room.

                “Excuse me!” Seungri called loudly and you blushed, knowing exactly where this was going, “my beautiful wife and I have decided to try and have a baby!” cheers filled the room, but you knew he wasn’t done yet, “We will begin trying… now. Excuse me I will see you all tomorrow.” The room filled with laughs and Seungri turned towards you, “to the bed…shall we,” you hid your face in embarrassment as the two of you left the room, none the less excited to start this adventure together.

                On the way home you received a text from Ji Yong, almost afraid to read it you flipped open your phone and laughed loudly at the message before sharing it with Ri.

                “Ji Yong Oppa texted me. He said, ‘Hey! Make sure maknae is back (in good dancing condition) for practice tomorrow morning, it’s useless to rehearse without him. Remember to use protection… oh wait DON’T! Congrats guys!” You laughed out loud at Ji Yong sassy attitude and Seungri grabbed your hand bringing it to his lips and kissing each finger.

                “Tell him I said I probably won’t be able to dance, you’re too rough on me,” you pulled your hand away from Seungri and slapped his shoulder playfully.

                “Oppa!” you cried exasperated.

                “See like that!” he laughed as you pulled into your drive way. The second you got out of your car Seungri was there, lifting you and throwing you over his shoulder. You had never known Seungri to get into the house and upstairs to your bedroom so fast. When Seungri reached your room he tossed you onto the bed and crawled on top of you, that smirk he knew turned you on across his face. Gently, almost delicately, he kissed you, all of his feelings being portrayed in that one kiss.

                “Thank you,” Seungri murmured, now kissing along your jaw, “I know we should have discussed this earlier, but thank you for letting me father your children.”

                You smiled and brought Seungri’s lips back to yours, letting your body show him how you felt.

I wasn’t sure where to leave this one… any good? PS. I don’t know why I’m having so many Seungri as a Daddy feels… they just keep coming.