Seventeen

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"You do taste like peaches."

Author POV

Layla took in a deep breath and stepped back. "Is that what you all say about me?"

"Maybe." Namjoon winked and walked back over to the door. When his hand touched the handle, he looked back at her. "Practice will be over in two hours. Yoongi is taking Jungkook down to record his part for Black Swan. Kook said you needed to talk to us."

"I do. Yeah," Layla said as she sat back down at her desk. "I, um. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For all the trouble I've caused. I'm supposed to be helping you. Not all of this. I don't know why-"

"Hey," Namjoon said cutting her off. "Don't worry about us. We'll talk later like you asked. Okay?"

She nodded. "Okay."

Namjoon smiled once more and walked out of her office. Once the door was closed, Layla laid her head on her desk and groaned.

"Why in the hell do I get myself into so much shit?"

Laylas guard always came down when it came to the boys. She started to feel guilty about everything that happened all over again until the words Jungkook told her that morning came flashing back into her mind.

"You deserve to live. You deserve to live life out of the box you've made yourself stay in. Be free. That's what Jackson would have wanted, right?"

She sighed, already having her mind made up. Kook was right. Layla was right. She may be taking a huge risk, sleeping with everyone, but she didnt care.

She was gonna live her life.

Even if it meant getting on her knees everytime Bangtan was around.

She just hoped that they could all come to an agreement about it.

🕖 six hours later...

They all sat in the living room after their work day. Layla was standing in front of the television with Jungkook beside her. Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung took the sofa while Hoseok sat on the arm rest; Namjoon and Jin sat next to eachother on the love seat.

All eyes were on her.

The room was silent, except for their breathing and the low voices coming from the tv.

Namjoon cleared his throat and placed his arm of the rest beside him. "What do you want to tell us?"

Layla looked over at Jungkook and he nodded; giving her the confidence she needed to start the conversation.

"As you all are probably aware, I moved out," she began. "It was already decided when I took this job that I would have my own place eventually. You all knew that."

"We did," Yoongi said from the sofa.

"I just think that it will be best if I stay there until-"

"Until you leave us. Manager-nim told us. The end of the month, right?" Taehyung stated. Yoongi placed his hand on his thigh and squuezed.

"I-I don't know. It depends on this situation that is going on between us. Its not a secret that I've had sex with four of you."

"Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi and Taehyung." Jin muttered.

"Dont start that sulking shit, Jin. You got a taste of her today. Dont act so innocent. " Namjoon said as he cocked his brow. "Damn, you sound like a jealous boyfriend."

"Shut up, Namjoon," Seokjin said as he rolled his eyes. "You got mad when you walked in on us, too. Don't say it was just me."

"You guys-" Layla tried to say, but the five other boys jumped in; All of them started bitching back and forth at one another. Layla was livid, both fists clenched at her side.

Every time she would try to deescalate the situation, another member would jump in. Except Hoseok. He remained quiet other than the times he tried to calm them down.

"You ALL got jealous after Yoongi and I had a go!" Taehyung yelled and pointed a finger around the room. "No one has had her the way we have."

"Excuse, me. But we slept together last night. More than once. I think that trump's your one little go." Jungkook said puffing out his chest.

"Guys-"

"Oh the virgin speaks!" Yoongi laughed. "Oh please. I doubt it was as good as you claim."

"It was!"

"Shut up, you two damn." Jimin rolled his eyes

"No you shut up!" Jungkook yelled louder.

"Fucking make me, you mochi looking bastard!" Yoongi yelled and squared up to Jimin.

Layla groaned and stared at Hoseok. He had moved to the small chair in the back of the room. Then she got an idea. If they won't listen to her, then she'll make them all watch.

She walked over to Hoseok, the other guys still arguing, and smiled at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying to get them to knock it off," he said with a tired look in his eyes. "They're all arguing like you're some piece of ass at an auction."

"I can make them shut up," Layla said leaning down to place her hand on his cheek. "If you feel like helping me, Hobi."

Hoseok gulped and then nodded. Layla straddled his lap and wrapped her hands around his neck; the boys were still arguing, not noticing what was about to happen.

"If you dont want this, just push me away." She said kissing behind his ear.

Hobi groaned, but not loud enough for the others to hear. "I do. I fucking do."

Layla pressed her lips to his and began to kiss him hard. His hands wrapped around her waist and he pushed her down onto him. Their kissing got sloppier, they didnt care. They were on their own bubble. If the other guys were gonna argue like fools, then she was gonna make fools out of them.

Hoseoks hand left her waist and traveled under her shirt, pushing her bra up to grab her breast. She threw her head back and moaned when Hoseok started playing with her nipple. He brought his lips to the pert bud and started flicking and sucking on it.

Layla pushed him back and pulled off her shirt and bra and then grabbed his shirt and slowly lifted it up. The pulled it over his head and tossed it behind her, hearing a curse from the background; she didnt care.

Hobi didnt care.

He stood up with Laylas legs wrapped around his waist, blindly walked around for something to lay her on. Layla felt the cold wood of the small computer desk on her back and pulled Hoseok down on top of her.

He kissed her with so much passion that she thought that she might lose her breath. He grinded into her, his track pants covered his erection, but it was hitting her right where she needed it to.

He stood up and pulled his pants down to his ankles and then slowly started to remove her pants, too; kissing her thighs as he pulled them off.

"I wanna taste you." He groaned, before he plunged his head between her thighs, lapping up the wetness between her slick folds.

"Fuck, Hobi!" She screamed as she grabbed onto his hair.

His thumb moved against her aching clit as his tongue passed in between her folds.

"Oh god, you do taste like peaches." He purred against her, making her arch her back off of the computer desk.

"F-uck m-me, Daddy." He moaned and that was enough to make him almost cum right there.

"Say it again, Layla." He groaned against her, slipping one finger into her.

She moaned at the sudden intrusion and opened her eyes to look at him.

"Feel me up," she moaned. "Then fill me up, Daddy."

Hobi stood up and then plunged into her hard. They both closed their eyes and let out loud moans.

He started moving in and out of her at a fast rate, hitting her harder everytime.

The sound of skin slapping turned her on even more. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him closer. He hit deeper then, and she screamed.

"Fuck, Hobi," she moaned out, slowly dragging her nails down his back. "Harder, please!"

He grasped her lips with his and kissed her roughly as he pounded into her harder. Curses and moans escaped their lips between the kisses.

Layla kisses Hoseoks shoulder and sunk her teeth into his delicate skin. She bit down harder when she felt his dick twitch inside of her.

"Hobi, I'm gonna c-"

"Me too, baby."

He thrust got harder, skin slapping against skin got louder as they both chased the orgasm that was within reach. Laylas toes curled and her legs tightened around Hobi's waist as she felt the burn in her stomach getting hotter and hotter.

"Fuck, Daddy!" She yelled as she came apart, clenching around Hobi's dick. He groaned and latched onto Laylas neck, leaving a love bite as he helped her through her orgasm; his trailing close behind.

"Oh, fuck!" He yelled as he came, slamming hard into her. "Oh, oh fuck!"

She crashed their lips together and kissed him until his thrust finally stopped and he slowly laid his head against her neck.

They were both panting; trying to catch their breath. She turned her head to the side and slowly opened her eyes.

Namjoon.

Seokjin.

Yoongi.

Jimin.

Taehyung.

Jungkook.

Their eyes locked onto hers as she smirked at them.

She took her right hand and unlocked it around Hobi's neck and slowly brought it up and pointed at them.

And to add the perfect cherry on top, she slowly brought her middle finger up and flipped them off and then giggled.

"I guess you'll all shut the fuck up next time." She teased.

She let her arm wrap back around Hobi and then snuggled into him.

Jimin looked at the boys and back at Layla and Hoseok on the table, then gulped.

He looked back at the boys and then murmured, "This was not the peaches and cream I wanted."