How did this happen, Ami sighed as she towel dried her long, raven black hair.

She was only supposed to come by to cheer Jumin up, but somehow she's ended up agreeing to spend the night.

She had been completely shocked by his request earlier, and more than a little shy. But here she was. In nothing but a towel. About to spend the night at his apartment. Alone. With nothing but each other.

Just thinking about it had her flushing a darker pink than the heat of her bath could be responsible for.

But it wasn't like Jumin actually liked her; he had even said as much the last time they had seen each other in person six years ago. He had even gone as far as to insult her voice, something she took great pride in, claiming it to be the most irritating sound he had ever had the displeasure of being forced to listen to.

So why hadn't she said no when she had the chance?

Oh, that's right. Cause I've been crushing on this guy for more than half a decade when I shouldn't be, all in spite of him breaking my heart, she thought with a depressed sigh. But it's not like I can just leave him when he's feeling this down and not himself.

Wrapping the still fluffy towel around herself, she looked over the pajamas Jumin had given her to wear for the night.

She had no doubt they were made of the finest material. The soft, smooth texture told her it was made of 100% high quality silk.

He must have really gone out of his way to get me something so well made at this time of night, she mused as she slipped the long pajama bottoms on over her own panties; the one thing she refused to let the older corporate heir to buy for her..

They were a snug fit; almost too tight if she had to say. But overall, Jumin had done fairly well at guessing her size even it was slightly on the small side.

Glancing at the matching top, Ami frowned. She already knew it wasn't going to fit. Nothing in this style ever fit unless she had it custom made.

She sighed in resignation as she pulled the shirt on. Sure she had another shirt with her, but she didn't want to waste Jumin's good will. She'd probably make him more upset if she forewent the shirt really.

Clutching the front of her top together, she furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at herself in the mirror.

As always, the shirt just wouldn't fit right. No matter how much she pulled or pushed, the shirt obstinately refused to listen to her commands.

Struggling to make herself presentable in her borrowed clothes, she huffed, calling an end to her ever losing battle. She'd just have to leave it as it is.

Gathering up her dirty clothes, she gave herself one final look in the mirror before heading out to find Jumin.

He couldn't believe he'd asked her to stay the night with him, but Ami had brought a sense of peace to him that he hadn't felt since… even he didn't know when.

Pacing around his living room, Jumin attempted to sort through his thoughts and emotions as he tidied whatever little mess he had made that morning in his haste to secure Elizabeth III's safety.

Although he tried to organize his thoughts about his father and the man's newest tramp, his thoughts couldn't help but keep returning to the newest R.F.A member.

And the fact that she was currently in his bathroom.

In his shower.

Naked.

He shook his head harshly at that reminder, swiftly putting a stop to that thought before it could develop further.

Ami was a fellow member of the R.F.A. He shouldn't be thinking of his fellow member so crudely. Especially since she trusted him enough to agree to stay the night despite how inappropriate his request was.

But try as he might, his brain wouldn't stop wandering back to that fact and reminding him that Ami was currently alone with him in his home.

And that she was currently dripping wet from her shower.

Naked.

He may not have been able to see how her body looked thanks to the thick coat she had worn, but he could already tell how gorgeous she was.

In his mind he could already picture Ami as if he was standing in the bathroom with her. He could see her divine figure in all its glory as water cascaded down on her. Her long, midnight locks would cling to her luscious curves, protecting her modesty without disrupting her perfection. The water would trail down her lustrous skin in rivulets leading from her slender neck and down to the valley between her ample breasts and further still to the area that made her a lady. Her delicate hands would glide down pass her navel to dip—

Don't go there, Jumin.

Jumin groaned as he hastily shut down his latest train of thought. His pants suddenly feeling much tighter than he was used to.

What was wrong with him? He shouldn't be thinking about her like this. Not only was Ami a dear and trusted friend of Jihyun's, but, from what he could tell of their conversation, she was older than him.

Were his problems with his father affecting him this much?

He hadn't even considered pursuing any sort of relationship with Ami beyond that of colleagues. He wasn't even sure if he liked her as anything but a possible friend, much less be lusting after her as he was doing now.

Wait, is this lust? Is this why I keep thinking of her so indecently?

His original train of thought came to a grinding halt as he reviewed his earlier thoughts and actions.

For one, it was completely against his morals and personal rules to have an unmarried and unrelated man and woman to spend the night under the same roof. However, he had still pushed Ami to stay the night with him. And she had agreed, although hesitantly.

He didn't understand why, but the thought of her being apart from him left him feeling… uncomfortable inside. As if his heart twisted in pain at the mere idea of it.

He had even gone out of his way and bought her a new set of pajamas for the night. Yes, it was his own fault he had to buy them in the first place, but he had never even bought clothes for his own mother before.

He had once heard from his school mates that men only bought clothes for a woman when he wanted to take it off of her. Was that the real reason why he had her stay with him?

He tested this new theory of his by picturing Ami in the clothes he had just purchased for her, and without much prompting, he was already smiling at the image in his head. He had no doubts that he enjoyed what he imagined, but it hadn't stirred up the response that his classmates had mentioned.

Perhaps it'd work better if I picture her wearing one of those nightgowns with the ribbon that I mentioned to her once. He wondered, his chin now propped up by his right hand.

Surprisingly, he had no issues imagining his guest in the rather, in his opinion, racy and impractical night garment.

Just closing his eyes, he could already see her standing in his bedroom with an expression he hadn't seen on her before.

A soft smile that was just the slightest bit different from what he had seen before. Her luminescent eyes, half-lidded, had such an alluring quality that they would be what he assumed were called bedroom eyes. One of her hands was playfully curling a lock of her loose set hair through her fingers as if she was beckoning him to run his hands through her silky tresses.

He felt his breath catch as his mind's eye wandered below Ami's beautiful face.

Her shapely form was clad in soft, flowing silk-satin that stopped mid-thigh. It clung to her curves enticingly, showing off the body he had no doubt she had worked hard for, but only just enough that she was still a seductive enough mystery he'd gladly solve. Her bountiful breasts would be cupped by the gown's soft lace overlay, exquisitely accentuating her mature femininity.

For whatever reason it may be, his mind seemed to focus strictly on her wonderful breasts and her sweet lips.

Her lips were such an elegant pink, just dark enough to be seductive and yet light enough to be innocent. Both lips were naturally full with a prominent cupid's bow on her upper lip to catch his eye. Her lower lip was slightly fuller than her upper one, forming a sumptuous natural pout that begged to be kissed.

If he was to be honest, he wouldn't mind spending hours just kissing her lips and nibbling on them until they're a bright, puffy red and utterly his.

But then there were her breasts.

Her two perfect, magnificently soft breasts. He may not have seen them bared yet, but they were absolutely marvelous, that he had no doubt. They were perky, sitting high on her chest and firm, but still exquisitely supple. Her fair, creamy skin would be a delightful contrast to the nightgown's dark lace.

He'd love nothing more than to bury his face in the valley of her lovely bosom as he lovingly kissed along their curves. He'd suck and nip in between kisses, leaving bright marks against her velvet skin to tell anyone who dared to look that she was his.

He'd cup her plentiful mounds in his large hands, kneading and pleasuring her as he—

Stop!

Jumin froze as he realized where his thoughts were headed. The nearly constricting feeling of his slacks told him exactly what he had been trying to identify on his own.

He tugged on his black tie, loosening it, as he suddenly felt much hotter than he should have been with his home's central air set at the perfect temperature.

Get it together, Jumin. Remember, Ami said she didn't want a relationship. Jihyun had even warned everyone that it would be best for us to not pursue anything romantic with her too.

His hands clenched into fists at the stark reminder of what his best friend had told him and the rest of the R.F.A. when Ami had joined their group earlier in the week.

Their new coordinator had even reminded them repeatedly that she was merely assisting them as a favor to Jihyun, and was not really a member of their charity group.

But if it was only a favor, why did she go out of her way to come see me? It's still dangerous with the hacker still running amuck. Something warm bubbled in his chest; a feeling of hope that someone other than Jihyun cared.

As quickly as the feeling had come, the emotion was taken just as fast. There was no guarantee that Ami would stay after helping them with this one party.

The thought that, after this party, he'd no longer be able to talk with Ami or be with her had his chest throbbing painfully. It was as if his heart was tearing itself in two; a feeling he hadn't felt since he decided he could never have Rika, which admittedly was not the most painful feeling he had experienced.

There had been one other time. Back when he had been studying in the United States for university.

Enough. This isn't the time to be thinking about that. He brutally shutdown the near trip down memory. He had no intentions of ever thinking back on that time.

Sighing deeply, Jumin pushed those memories back to the edges of his mind. He wanted to focus his attention on the present and his current person of interest, not on a past that was best left forgotten.

Looking down his body, he groaned as he was starkly reminded of his most prominent issue of the moment. The stiff bulge in his pants would need to be taken care of promptly before Ami came back.

It wasn't often that he had to deal with this particular male problem, but it did happen. No matter how much Luciel and the others liked to joke about it, he was still human with normal human bodily functions.

With that last thought, he concentrated on memories that he was certain that would deflate his dilemma.

Think of Zen's obscene poster from the other night, Luciel harassing Elizabeth III, the mobs of ass kissing gold diggers. Jumin chanted, picturing each memory as he willed his erection away.

Normally, just thinking about Zen killed his morning wood. The younger man could be so irritating at times more so than their resident hacker especially with his constant whining about being single and his irrational hatred of him.

It may be petty revenge, but he relished shoving Elizabeth III and all things cat related in the actor's face.

He wasn't stupid like the women who pursued him were. Far from it actually—his membership in Mensa was proof of that—he merely played dumb in regards to his fellow R.F.A. members; it was more fun that way.

He knew all about allergies and how they affected the living body, and he knew for a fact that allergies only affected a person when they were in the presence of the allergen.

Plus, Zen didn't have a cat allergy, he had a fur allergy; the narcissist had even said as much. The younger member hadn't even reacted like he had with when he had posted images of dogs to test his theory about the other's allergy.

So no matter what his assistant and the boy—because that was what Zen was given his behavior—said, he was going to keep posting everything feline in their chat room.

It was absolutely absurd that Zen and Assistant Kang even thought the cat pictures could actually induce the boy's allergy reactions. Perhaps the both of them required remedial courses in health science. Or perhaps a therapist in Zen's case.

Assistant Kang might do well with a therapist as well given the life she has been through. He mused as an afterthought as he adjusted his sleeve cuffs.

Shaking his head, he made to head to kitchen to prep some evening tea, a soothing hobby he and his family shared. With how his mind was tonight and with Ami here, it was too dangerous for him to indulge in wine as he was prone to do when stressed. He figured some warm tea would be the best alternative to soothe his and Ami's own nerves.

Before he even took his first step, he froze, surprise registering across his face.

"Damn it," he cursed as he re-adjusted his pants. Contrary to what he had expected, his arousal had not gone down in the slightest.

Feeling his brow twitch in annoyance, Jumin breathed deeply through his nose. Now what was he supposed to do? His usual methods should have willed his sudden lust away, but it was apparently not to be. Was he really going to have manually take care of his problem?

Glancing down at his watch, he estimated that he still had some time before Ami would be done with her shower. His mother and step-mother often spent a lengthy amount of time in the bathroom getting ready, be it for bed or a night out. He figured most other women were similar, but if there was the off chance that Ami wasn't like his mother then he'd better

With that in mind, he changed directions and headed off to the privacy of his bedroom's en suite with long, determined strides.

Not even halfway to his room yet, he froze mid-step as a melodious voice called out to him.

"Um… Jumin?"

"Y-yes, Ami?" he answered. Cursing his uncharacteristic stutter, as Jumin turned back around to face his lady, mindful that he not expose his predicament to her.

As soon as he laid eyes on her, his eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped. The perverse thoughts he had previously suppressed immediately came rushing back to him as he continued to stare at the raven-haired beauty before him.

Remembering his manners, he swiftly snapped his mouth shut, but he couldn't stop his eyes from roving over Ami's breathtaking form.

Everything his mind had conjured before could not even compare to the goddess that stood before him.

Dressed in the striped pajamas he had purchased for her, she was absolutely ethereal.

A charming blush decorated Ami's cheeks as she shyly clutched the front of her top in an attempt to preserve her modesty. Her enchanting eyes were cast downwards, avoiding his gaze, as her damp, glossy hair framed her lovely face in a delicate yet alluring manner. Her lips were an enticing red as she chewed on her lower lips in a show of nerves.

His dark eyes roved over the rest of Ami's stunning visage, noting how well the striped pajamas he had purchased fitted the raven-haired beauty. For a moment, his eyes paused on her well-formed hips, vaguely noting that the pajamas were perhaps too tight if he could see her pantylines, before fixating on where Ami's hands were.

He felt his mouth salivate and his pants tighten to a painful degree as he gawked at her more than generous bust. Even with the top two buttons left open, he could tell the button up was straining to keep her decent, and despite the shirt being brand new, it looked ready to burst at any moment.

In that moment, Jumin wanted nothing more than to disregard his own rules as his earlier lust flooded him and new fantasies flashed through his mind.

He'd have Ami pushed up against the nearest wall, his body pressing into hers as he ravished her divine skin. She'd moan his name as he stole her too enticing lips in a desperate kiss, plundering her mouth with his fervent tongue.

Gasps and whimpers of pleasure would escape her luscious lips as his mouth traveled along her slender neck and collarbone. His hands would work unceasingly as he stripped them both of their too confining clothes until every stitch of clothing was pooled at their feet or tossed somewhere in his home.

With her fully exposed to his lustful gaze, he'd bury his face in the swells of her mountainous breasts, suckling harshly on one fleshy globe while he kneaded and played with the other. His free hand would travel along Ami's curves in a not so gentle caress, determined to find each and every erogenous zone on her body.

Taking her dusky nipple into his ravenous mouth, he'd have his free hand dip down towards her clit. His fingers would slip into her as he tweaked and teased her sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly. He'd thrust into her searchingly, adding more fingers as needed, playing with her pearl until she was screaming his name and begging him to take her. She'd be so close to bliss when he finally pulled out and hoisted her long legs to hook around his lithe hips, he'd be all that she'd be able to think of if he wasn't already.

In one smooth motion, he'd bury himself in her tight, wet virgin (he hoped) heat as he stole her bruised red lips in another insatiable kiss. With his hands on her taut buttocks, he'd pull her hips to his with every thrust he gave her, wanting to be as deep within her as possible. And he had every intention to give her as much pleasure and gratification as humanly conceivable as he fitted her to his body.

He'd bury himself repeatedly within her snug, inviting folds as she clung to his shoulders, her magnificent, supple breasts pressing firmly against his chest. He'd change his pace and thrusts as he would need to heighten both of their carnal passions as he'd pound orgasm after orgasm into her receptive body. Thrusting through her orgasming sheath, only for him to pump her full with his virile seed until she'd be overflowing with and leaking their shared fluids.

Oh what he wouldn't give to have her flat belly full and round with his child, and her already bountiful breasts heavy with milk. He was sure he'd gladly and readily spend all day and every day filling Ami again and again to make sure it came true. And if he had his way, they'd be having passionate sex hour after hour as they moved from room to room, covering every inch and surface of his penthouse.

"—min? Jumin? Are you all right?" Ami asked, pulling Jumin from his fantasies.

Clearing his throat, the corporate heir promptly replied. "My apologies, Ami. I was just a bit preoccupied. You were saying?"

Save for the light blush that barely colored his cheeks and the throbbing pain in his pants, there was no indication of just how improper his thoughts just now had been.

Mouth still salivating at her tempting vision, Jumin inconspicuously swallowed as he restrained himself. Never in his life had he been so tempted to break his own rules. If he didn't have as much control of himself and respect for Ami as he did, he very well might have given in to his traitorous lust.

"If you're sure…" Ami hesitated, biting her lips unconsciously, once again unknowingly tempting him to make his fantasies a reality.

"Um… I'm really sorry you went through all this trouble, I really don't think this is going to work," she said, her eyes once again turned towards the floor and her delightful blush returning to her cheeks.

When she finished speaking, his mind went blank and he immediately imagined the worst.

She was going to abandon him just like his father and everyone else. His mother. His tutors. Rika. They all left him.

With eyes of steel, he turned to face her fully as he addressed her, speaking in a much colder tone than he had intended. "What do you mean?"

Ami blinked up at him, her expressive face showing the surprise she felt. "Well this shirt isn't exactly cooperating with me… Um… Would you happen to have a different shirt I could borrow, Jumin?"

"Oh… yes, of course," he blinked, taken aback by her unexpected answer. "If you go back towards the guest bathroom, there's a closet to the right that contains some of my old clothes. Feel free to wear whatever you'd like," he choked out, embarrassed by his conclusion jumping.

Again, his breath was stolen as Ami gave him the most dazzling smile he'd ever seen. His barely deflating erection instantly returning after a mere look, paining him with all the lust he had been holding back.

"Thank you. I'm sorry that I'm being such a bother to you when I came to help you feel better," she apologized, her head once again tucked against her chest as she avoided his gaze.

"No, it's my fault. All of this could have been avoided if I had asked you for your size before placing the orders," he replied in turn.

But then I wouldn't have been faced with such a captivating image.

Shaking his head, he excused himself from the living room, the agonizing pain in his pants reminding him of another matter of import that required his immediate attention.

"If that's all, please excuse me. I still have some urgent matters to attend to. If there's anything you need, feel free to use the phones to call the maid or the receptionist. They'll be able to get you anything you need or want."

With a polite nod, he briskly turned on his heels and hastily retreated to the privacy of his room. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to his god for bringing Ami into his life.

He kept his mind occupied by such prayers lest he break his self-control and run back to take Ami into his arms and carry out his every desire.

Once in the safety of his room and the door firmly locked behind him, he wasted no time in freeing his aching length.

A deep groan escaped his lips as he grasped his needy flesh, his fantasies one again flaring to life.

Any resolve he had to not think of his guest sexually died a quick death as he remembered Ami's innocently seductive figure and how her gorgeous breasts were practically bursting out of her top.

He leaned back against his door as he pictured Ami naked and splayed out across his bed, her luscious, dark hair contrasting beautifully against his white sheet while her fair skin begged him to touch it. How her marvelously large breasts would fan out with gravity but still sit tall and high on her chests, not even sagging with their hefty weight. Her beautiful violet eyes would beckon him to strip and join her in bed.

She'd crawl over to him, her hips swaying provocatively, as he neared his bed. Her succulent lips would part enticingly as her eyes invited him to trust her and allow her to pleasure him.

He moaned just thinking about it.

Fisting himself more firmly with each stroke of his hand, he wondered if Ami's plump lips would feel as gratifyingly pleasurable as he imagined.

In his mind, he could see her kneeling before him with her full lips stretched thin around his shaft. As he rocked into her warm, welcoming mouth, she'd eagerly bob her head in rhythm with his hips, her tongue ardently laving his member with attention.

Falling deeper into his own lust, his thrusts would grow harsher with plunge into her throat, and she'd moan wantonly at each jarring plunge. As he peered down at the mental image of her raven crown, he'd be entranced by her vigorously bouncing breasts.

His mouth watered at the image of them, wanting desperately to have one or both supple globes in his greedy mouth. He wanted to suckle and bite them until her nipples were red and puffy with his attentions and then some. By the time he was done, if he would ever be, he'd have them sensitive to and needy for his touch, and as hard as he was for her.

Briefly, he wondered if he perhaps he had an oral fixation issue he hadn't previously been aware of as he seemed to be fixated on Ami's breasts and had a constant need have his mouth on one or both of them. He quickly dismissed the idea as he'd never felt the need to have anything in his mouth before now.

Maybe he had a breast fetish he wondered as he gave his cock a particularly harsh jerk.

His mind immediately creating an image of himself suckling Ami's breast harshly and greedily, leaving angry red marks on them as he did. Or perhaps it was just his lust for her.

Whatever the case, he wanted Ami and her luscious breasts to himself.

Groaning as his mental Ami continued to pleasure him fiercely, greedy for his seed, he increased the speed of his strokes, adding quick twists of his wrists in the process.

He bit his lip as the tension in his loins grew with the pressure of his impending release.

"Ami…" he hissed as he mentally dragged his imaginary Ami off his cock by a fistful of her silky hair, and immediately impaled her onto himself.

She'd shriek in surprised delight as he pounded into her soft folds and his mouth latched onto one of her jostling globes, her nipple caught between his teeth. He'd feel her vaginal walls clench along him rhythmically, squeezing him harder as she too neared her own pinnacle of bliss.

He could practically hear her screaming his name as he pistoned into his wet fist, imagining it as her greedy, sopping sheathe. As mental Ami came from his voracious lust, her ravenous lower lips would squeeze him ever tighter, milking him for all he was worth.

Growling lowly, he quickened his pace as he neared his peak and bursts of white filled the edges of his vision.

With one final thrust, he came, white cum erupting from his cock and spilling out of and over his clenched fist.

Moaning softly, Jumin kept stroking his now oversensitive shaft, cum still gushing from the tip, as his mind continued to paint Ami in lewd positions.

Thinking of his sensual goddess, he noted how different she was from what his initial assumptions had been.

She wasn't everything he had imagined.

She was better. Much better.

Not only was she exquisitely beautiful beyond comparison, but she was also kindhearted, intelligent, polite, and mature. And she understood him in a way that not even his best friend and parents could.

She may not be Rika. And she may not be his first love. But in this moment, she was everything he wanted.

And he couldn't wait to make her his.

AN: First time writing anything smut related, so I hope I did all right. Let me know if there's anything I can do better :)