My Seven Husband

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Aria's POV:-

Ah! The warm water of the shower after a very long night feels so relaxing. It's been half an hour but I still don't want to leave the shower. But I know I have to. So I turn the shower off and walk out limping to stand in front of the large mirror in the bathroom. This boy might have too much obsession with mirrors as he has a large mirror in almost every room of his house. Admiring my neck, which was full of hickeys, I let out a chuckle. It'll be hard to hide as it's too much. But then suddenly my eyes land on the rest of my body which was covered with nail scratches, finger grip marks, and obviously hickeys. Even my inner thighs too, which make me gasp.

"JIMIN!!!" I can't help my loud voice of rage and shout out to his name. And in response, he immediately runs inside the bathroom.

"What Ari-!! Oh, are you in the mood again?" He smirks while leaning on the door only in a pair of sweatpants.

"Fuck you!" A grunt leaves my lips.

"Oh, you did that already last night. Now tell me why were you screaming like a hyena while standing naked here?" He takes slow steps inside, careful enough that I don't take it in the wrong way. But for a second, I became confused that should be offended that he called me a hyena or continued to what I was saying before? I take a deep breath and glare at him.

"What's all this?" I point at the marks on my body, and suddenly a proud smile spreads on his lips.

"Looks like I did a very well job last night." He finally rests his hand on my waist and smiles. But I sigh, which makes him frown.

"Do you regret it?" A dark shadow of worry sits on his face, and I immediately regret the way I speak.

"What! No, no I don't regret anything. But I don't want others at home to see these marks cause you know how it'll hurt their feelings." His tensed muscle relaxed and he smile.

"Don't worry. You can buy some concealer for it and I can give you some too. But now I have something else in my mind. Something more important than this." He smiles and leans in but I put a hand on his lips before they could land on mine and I lost my mind again.

"Not a chance Mr. I have to wear my clothes and go to the clinic." I unwrap myself from his grip and turn around to walk, only to understand my lower sense of equilibrium and almost hit the floor. Thankfully, Jimin's strong hands grip me like an anpanman.

"Hey! You okay?" He makes me stand, slowly and carefully not to hurt me anyway in the process.

"I'm fine Jimin. Just your all-night-long hormonal imbalance makes me sore. And now I'm clearly limping." I flash him a sarcastic smile and he chuckles, before lifting me off of the floor and sitting me down on the tiles beside the sink.

"What in the heaven you're doing Jimin? I told you that I have to go." He just smirks in reply and kneels on the floor after spreading my legs in front of his mouth.

"I'm caressing my wife's sore kitty. Now shut your mouth and the only sound I want to come out of it is either moan or scream. Otherwise, you're gonna roam around the whole day with a vibrator sticking in your pussy." With that, he dipped his head in my heat, sending me to the cloud ninth with his warm tongue.

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"What happened between you and Jungkook, Ari?" Jin throws the question at me as soon as I get inside the house. I was shocked.

"How did you know about it?" The question came out of my mouth before I could even register.

"Jungkook called last night. He said he called you and Jimin multiple times but none of you answered. He didn't say anything but before disconnecting the call, we hear him mumble, 'I fucked up real bad. Shell never forgive me for this.' That's why we're asking." Namjoon speaks in a calm but concerned tone. And I checked my phone, 335 missed calls, 100 unread messages, and more than 200 voice mails in the last 24 hours. I sigh deeply as every single incident played through my mind again.