Lilac

Chap 30: Lust

**** italics means it's said in Korean.****

The boys had all decided to crowd into one couch. From right to left went Namjoon, Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok. On their lap was Jimin, Seokjin and Jungkook. Aila was standing facing them.

She was staring to freak out.

FUCKING BTS WERE SITTING IN FRONT OF HER!!!! How was she supposed to survive. And sitting on each other laps! Why? There was another couch next to them.

She couldn't move. She was just starting at them, a few feet in front of them. Her nerves were beginning to pick up.

The boys had to sit together. They were starting to feel the effects of Aila. They needed to touch each other. They needed to touch her. They didn't know how long their clear minds where going to stay like this. They could feel the pull, stronger than anything before. They needed to tell this to Aila before they lost themselves in her.

Aila frowned, and started to pace back and forth in front of them. She was trying to convince her mind. They are BTS but they are her soulmates. They complete her. She started mumbling, not caring if the boys saw her as a crazy person. It was their fault anyways.

"Namjoon I don't know how long I can hold, please talk to her. I'm about to loose my mind." Jimin took a look at Aila's figure pacing in front of them. He had a very clear view of her side profile. Fuck she was thick. Her ass was round and big, her boobs didn't look too big, just a perfect handful. Her skin looked soft and he loved her skin tone. She had no thigh gap, her legs rubbed together when she walked. He could only imagined how fucking cushion it would feel to be between her legs, fucking the pussy that belonged to him and his soulmates.

"Aila, we need to tell you something." Aila stopped as Namjoon spoke to her. She sat on the floor facing them. Full attention.

"You know about the exorbitant state of the bond with multiples right?" Aila shook her head yes. She had felt some type of exorbitant state before and it was not fun.

"We don't know if we can control it. You are beginning to cloud our minds, our logical thinking and we just meet you. Yoongi and I are probably going to be the most reasonable and Jimin the least. He's already told me he doesn't think he can hold back." At this Aila made eye contact with Jimin and she immediately regret it. His eyes were dark, his body looked like it would pounce on her any second now. He kept licking his lips. His hand started to gently rub his dick. Taehyung and Seokjin felt his movements. They held him close to try to give him some comfort.

"Please forgive us. We are not trying to make you do things with us. Please don't think we want to hurt you."

Taehyung's mind started to slip as well. Jimin was sitting on top of him, Aila sitting so innocently in front of them. Fuck he needed to fuck her. His dick started to get hard under Jimin and when Jimin felt this he moaned. He pushed himself back against Taehyung's chest and stared to grind on him, making Tae release a deep moan deep from his throat. He grabbed Jimin's hair, pulled his head back to get access to his neck and started to make out with it. Seokjin couldn't deny they looked so unraveled. So he turned to face Jimin, started to palm his dick while he made out with him.

Aila's heart began to dive into fast palpitations. This was happening too fast. She stood there frozen not knowing what to do. Soon enough Jungkook started making out with Hoseok. Yoongi managed to get out from under Seokjin and made his way towards her with Namjoon. Moans and gasps were heard but they picked her up and stood in front of her, blocking whatever was behind them.

Namjoon was so close to her, he could just reach down and kiss her, taste her lips, pick her up and fuck her against the wall, while holding on to her ass. Her presence and the slurping noise that came from behind them didn't help. Yoongi was feeling the same. The noises his soulmates were making had never sounded so beautiful.

Aila saw how Namjoon wouldn't let go of her arm when he helped her get up. He was much more taller than her. His presence intimidated her. This man radiates power. His dragon's eyes became hooded, more if possible.

"Yoongi, take Aila to her room. Ima take care of the boys." Namjoon leaned down, pulled Aila's head back and kissed her neck. Usually Aila hated getting kissed on the neck but this made her body tense, a knot forming on her lower stomach. Now more sucking noises were coming from behind them. The room felt tense.

"Yoongi is going to take you to your room. We can't have you here anymore." He whispered against her neck, sending shivers down her body. She could practically feel the goosebumps happening. Her breath hitches and Namjoon could not be any more happier with her response. Maybe she should stay with them and help them out. It was her fault anyways.

"Namjoon let go of her. Ima take her then I'm coming to your room. Take everyone there."

Aila got pulled out from Namjoon's arms by a very serious Yoongi. The man looked like he was in a mission. As they walked out, they could hear more the whimpers, moans, and slurping.

As they were leaving Aila heard a couple of breathless "가지마!" Don't go. Her soulmates wanted her to stay but she couldn't do it. She walked out of the room faster, finally taking a deep breath once they were on the hallway.

She looked at Yoongi who didn't look to be doing much better.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault." Yoongi felt bad. He understood what she said and it was not her fault. They had a very strong bond and it was calling out to her so she could be just as bonded with them. That wasn't her fault.

"It's ok. Go help Namjoon. I can go to my room." Aila looked at Yoongi. She didn't know what came over her but she pulled him for a hug. He felt so warm, comfortable, and very skinny. She didn't like this. She pulled away from him, and pulled him down for a kiss on his cheek. She quickly left him there, with his heart beat thundering in his chest, and his face turning red.