Boyfriend for Hire (BTS Ot7 x Reader)

Chapter 43

“Mmm. Smells like cinnamon rolls.” I mumbled sleepily.
I cracked one eye open to see Hoseok sitting on the floor in front of me. True to my nose, a box of cinnamon rolls in his hand. He grinned, scooping one up with a paper napkin and holding it out to me.
“Welcome back sleeping beauty.”
I took it from him, my stomach growling loudly at the prospect of food. I hadn’t eaten since I left the house this morning and now the sun was beginning to set outside.
“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, taking a huge bite.
“A few hours. Long enough that Tae has called four times and Jin called once asking if we were making it for dinner.” Namjoon answered.
I propped my chin up on one of his pecs, watching him as he rubbed his hand across his face sleepily. I held my cinnamon roll up to his lips and his mouth opened eagerly. We laid like that for a bit, finishing the baked treat together.
“So, I meant to ask earlier before things escalated, but what are you doing here?” I asked Joonie, licking the last of the icing off my lips and fingertips.
“I was supposed to be meeting with Hoseok to go over your partnership contract with your father, but I’m assuming you forgot?” he directed the last bit at Hobi.
He was leaning against the couch, knees bent to fit between the coffee table and the couch he was squished between, one arm hanging loosely over his left knee and the other holding a cinnamon roll of his own. He shook his head while he finished chewing.
“I didn’t forget. I just had my priorities straight.”
“What? Y/N? Or getting your dick wet?” Namjoon scoffed, nudging him to pass him another cinnamon roll for me.
“Y/N is the most important person in the world to me, so of course she’s my top priority. Fucking her is second on my list. Therefore, it became first priority when she asked me to.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes, feeding me this time as I enjoyed their bickering.
“What did you need Hobi to look at with the contract?” I questioned around a mouthful of the treat.
Namjoon wiped a couple of crumbs and icing off my bottom lip, popping it into his mouth.
“Remember when I told you I was going to have someone make an offer for his half and I said it wasn’t me?”
My eyes widened as I looked from him to Hobi who polished off the last of his snack.
“No. I can’t have either of you buy my father’s share. That’s not fair for me to ask.”
Hobi leaned his head back against Namjoon’s arm. Tilting it just enough to meet my eyes.
“You didn’t ask us to. We want to do this for you, that’s why we’re doing it. I’m in the business of buying businesses. It’ll look less suspicious to him if a broker approaches with an offer. Besides, I’d do anything for you. I can think of a lot worse things than having you as a business partner.” He winked, radiant smile back in place.
As much as I hated the idea of them possibly spending so much money for my sake, I couldn’t disagree with their reasoning. Ideally, Hoseok would be the most logical choice. It also worked in our favor that my father most likely didn’t think Hoseok was affiliated with Yoongi or Namjoon. Especially now that I know they’re not in his good graces. It would just look like Hobi was interested in a potential business endeavor. I ate the last bit of cinnamon roll from Namjoon and decided it was time to get up. I hadn’t made it more than a couple inches before the soreness between my legs stopped me altogether. An uncomfortable giggle bubbled out of me as I nearly collapsed back onto Namjoon.
“Are you okay?” he asked, arms hovering over me carefully.
“Yeah. Just, very sore.”
“Here, let me help.” Hobi jumped up off the floor.
His hands supported my middle as he lifted me off Namjoon. I tried my best to hang onto the blanket as he helped me onto my feet, feeling a little bad that I was leaving Namjoon so exposed. Then again, we just had crazy sex together, so maybe I shouldn’t be so concerned about nudity around them. Namjoon certainly didn’t seem bothered by it, he grabbed another cinnamon roll from the box Hobi had before strutting towards the office to find his clothes. Hoseok handed me mine, having gathered them while he was dressing earlier.
“I uh- destroyed your underwear, so you’ll have to make do for now. I’ll buy you a new pair.”
I laughed, thanking him for getting my clothes together.
“Well, between you ripping them and Taehyung stealing them, it would probably be a safe investment to start buying more.”
“Or you could just not wear them.” Namjoon shrugged, tugging his pants over his ass, and buttoning them. “I sure as hell wouldn’t mind.”
“You want me to walk around commando?” I quirked an eyebrow his direction, slipping my own clothes on with the help of Hoseok seeing as how I had a hard time lifting my legs more than six inches off the ground.
“More convenient if you ask me. Easier access.” He grinned cheekily, placing a wet kiss on my cheek.
“Easier access? I’m not sure I want you to have easier access. Not being able to walk is really frustrating.” I grumbled, hooking my bra.
“It’ll get easier.” He promised, stealing another cinnamon roll. “You did really well. Tae would be proud.”
I willingly let Hoseok fuss over my hair, trying to make it look like I didn’t just have the best romp of my life with two men. My attention turned to him.
“Yeah, you mentioned Taehyung was large too. Surely it won’t be anything like that.”
“Large?” Hoseok grinned, eyes flickering down to mine before returning to my hair. “He’s bigger than Namjoon.”
“Bigger!?” my jaw dropped, looking at him incredulously. “The man is gonna rip me in half!”
Namjoon choked on his cinnamon roll, swallowing before having chewed it all the way as both he and Hoseok burst into laughter. I swat Hobi’s arm, trying to look serious.
“Don’t laugh! I’m being serious! Namjoon was intense. If you hadn’t prepped me, it wouldn’t have happened and even then, it was hard!”
My worries weren’t reciprocated. Namjoon and Hobi were still doubled over, their laughter ringing around the office. Every time one of them would try to get it together, the other would start laughing again crumbling them into another fit. I huffed, swatting Hoseok again who took my hand, intertwining our fingers. Namjoon finally composed himself, approaching me to lay his hands over my shoulders and rubbing soothingly.
“Don’t worry baby girl. We’ll make sure you’re ready. If you can take me, you can take him. I promise.”
He kissed my lips softly over my pout. I stared at him as he pulled away before sighing heavily.
“I think I got more than I bargained for with you lot. Now carry me to the car. It’s not like I can walk anyway.”

I left my car at Hoseok’s. My plan of going back home to finish a bit more work before heading over to the shared apartment ruined by this afternoon’s activities and the impromptu nap afterwards.
“

Someone come get the cripple!” Namjoon hollered as soon as we entered the shared apartment.
I protested loudly, yanking on his ear at the same time.
“You can be such an ass!” I yelled as Jungkook pulled me away. “Just wait until I’m better and I get my hands on you!” I threatened.
“Just wait until I get my hands on you again. Now that I know you can take it, I won’t be taking it easy on you.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Taehyung’s head pop out from the kitchen, his mass of dark curls hanging in his face. He looked between Namjoon and I inquisitively.
“You had sex?” he asked excitedly.
“Yep.” Namjoon responded, tugging his coat off and setting my stuff to the side.
“And she handled you?”
“Like a champ.”
A large smile took over Tae’s face as his eyes found mine again.
“Fantastic.”
His eyes were literally sparkling, and the entire conversation put a pep in his step as he bounded between the kitchen and the living area. Jungkook set me on the couch, making sure I was comfortable before taking a seat next to me. Jimin sat with Yoongi across from us on the other sofa, both seeming to be deep in whatever they were doing. Jimin on his cell phone and Yoongi on his laptop. I looked to Tae again, who used every opportunity to brush some part of him across me with every trip back and forth.
“Don’t even think about it Tae. I’m down for the count. Namjoon ruined me for the foreseeable future.”
“Is that a challenge?” Jimin asked, eyes looking up from his phone long enough to look me over appreciatively.
“I’m sure I could change your mind.” Yoongi purred, licking his lips slowly.
“They’re kidding.” Jungkook said, throwing an arm behind my head.