A/N:  NSFW chapter

I periodically watch Jk while we are doing some video taping on the top deck. We are simply enjoying the night sky while playing a game of 'would you rather'. Army won't know that the production team checked the random prompts we added to a large clear bowl before we started the game. I get it honestly. This will have to be the purest game of 'would you rather' possible for the sake of their audience. I mentally chuckle as I look back at my poor bunny again and realize that he is becoming more and more antsy. I feel bad but honestly his lack of patience kind of amuses me right now simply because patience will be the key to what I have planned regarding tonight.

Once we run out of prompts we all agree that the game is finished. I happen to hear Jk quietly mutter, "finally." I shake my head and smirk at him. Then turn and proceed down the stairs in front of my soulmates. Jk makes it to my side once we get down to our floor. I turn to him. "Let me tell the others goodnight, and give me about twenty minutes before coming over." For a moment I fear that he might object to having to wait another twenty minutes, but instead he simply kisses me softly and nods his head before stopping at his room.

After I give six sweet soft goodnight kisses to the other members before I start to put my plan into action. A plan directly involving Jk's keen sense of smell. I pull out the bottle I purchased specifically with him in mind. I double check the label for the millionth time, making sure it indeed does not say 'aphrodisiac' anywhere on the label. I completely disrobe before I start dabbing the oil on several delicate spots on my body. Some of those spots I know to be erogenous zones, others had simply made me shiver as I rolled the pad of my own finger over them so I couldn't attest to whether they were actual erogenous zones or not. I even include some very obvious areas.

When I am done, instead of putting on something pretty and made of silk and lace I simply put on the same black robe I wore recently since it's his favorite color. I still have a bit of time after I tie the belt so I go into the bathroom and double check my appearance. I put my hair up in a high ponytail, which I am sure he is going to insist on taking down at some point.

When he knocks on the door I glide the oil over one other spot, my lips. As I do I smell and taste the erotic blend of vanilla, cinnamon, and a hint of chocolate. The chocolate is not overpowering, and even I can admit how it works well in this blend.

I open the door and he doesn't hesitate once the door closes behind him. He immediately attacks my lips with fervor and need. Once his lips trail over my own though he is pulling back. "Mmm. What is that taste, Sweetheart?" I grab the oil from the top of the dresser and show it to him. "Can we put more on you? I would like to taste this all over your body."

I smirk up at him. "I already rubbed it over seventeen places on my body. I figured we could play a game where you had to use that sensitive nose of yours to seek out those places." Even though it isn't the moment for cutesy behavior I can't help but reach out and dab him on his nose.

Luckily instead of being perturbed about having to wait a bit longer to find sweet relief inside my body his eyes grow dark with desire and excitement. Nice to know he is excited by the thrill of the challenge.

"Before I begin. Are sets of pairs counted as one or two?"

"Two. I counted them separately."

"And, were your lips two of the nineteen?"

"Nope. I applied it to my lips just before I answered the door and forgot to count them."

"How many spots aren't covered up by your robe right now?"

I glance down at the way the robe is tied. I intentionally closed it similarly to the night I spent with Namjoon. The v deep and showing off a hint of the inner part of breasts. I also mentally double check the length of the robe and the sleeves. "I guess I would have to say six and a half." I'm sure the half throws him for a loop, but honestly it tickles me that I had to answer that way. I love keeping my soulmates on their toes.

He leans down toward me, and at first I think he is going to kiss me again. But he diverts his route and instead nuzzles his nose against the side of my neck. He doesn't hesitate for long before he is applying loving attention with his tongue and lips to that spot. "One." He verbally tallies. Then he moves his head to the other side and repeats the process there. "Two."

I don't think he needs my confirmation that he is correct but I breathlessly confirm his findings. "Yup, that's two."

His nose trails up from its current position, making the small hairs at the back of my neck stand up on end and causing me to shiver. Once he gets to my ear he whispers. "Are you cold, Sweetheart?"

"No. Not cold." In fact it is starting to grow quite hot in here. Then he latches on to my earlobe, and I definitely can't contain the immediate moan that comes out of my mouth. He makes a masculine appreciative sound in response and continues to nibble at my earlobe before he once again moves on to the other side.

I expect my reaction this time, but it does little to help me keep the sound from building up in the throat. When he releases that earlobe he whispers in my ear. "Pretty sure that makes four."

I'm already a little breathless so I nod before raspily saying. "Yup, that's four."

He steps around me, and runs his finger through the curls of my ponytail before moving it to the side and nudging the nape of my neck with his nose. I can't help but be surprised that he discovers that spot. I thought he would honestly discover the others that were on display first. He licks and kisses, and if he didn't have his arm wrapped around my waist I am pretty sure I would have puddled to the floor. "Was that one the half you were referring to?"

I would shake my head, but he holds his hand at the side of my neck which would prevent me from doing so. "No. I counted that one as a whole. That makes five."

He comes back around to my front and looks down at the available flesh on display. I can tell he is thinking, and I am thankful when he guides me to the foot of the bed and has me sit. A fingertip traces my collarbone for a moment and I only briefly wonder if he has caught on before he leans in and nuzzles me there. "Ah, this was the half." He says out loud before shifting the shoulders of my robe slightly downward. He leans in and skids his lips softly against the entirety of my collarbone. "Six."

Then his gaze zeroes in at the center of my chest. His fingertips graze the flesh there and another shiver rolls through me. "I know that's number seven, but first... Stand up for me again for a moment, Sweetheart."

I do as he asks and find myself completely unsurprised when he unknots the bow and pulls the robe from my body. I register the initial shock on his face when he discovers that I don't have a stitch of clothing on underneath. "You play an unfair game, Sweetheart."

I shrug my shoulders, which has his eyes, unsurprisingly, averting to my bare breasts. "Why should I make it easy? Besides, when it comes to games you seem to often have the upper hand. It makes sense to impede you with some kind of disadvantage to at least somewhat level the playing field."

His eyes darken even further. The scintillating look he gives me as he licks his lips just reaffirms my suspicions that this competitive back and forthness that we have turns him on. He clears his throat; when in reality I think he was more attempting to clear his mind. "Remind me what number I was on again."

"There were seven detectable without removing the robe, but you decided to ditch the robe before you confirmed what number seven was."

"Mm. Yes, and I still think I should skip that spot for now. But I'm trying to mentally tally where I think the other spots might be. Can I ask a question?"

He addresses me with a heated look that I am sure I won't be able to help but cave to. Still, instead of saying yes I keep some of my wits about me. "You can ask a question. Sure. But, it's up to me whether I answer or not."

"How many spots are below your waist?"

I quickly do a mental tally. "Seven." It's kind of ironic that I answered with the same answer previously. But, it's the truth.

He looks me up and down. "I am pretty sure I know where three are for certain, and I am definitely going to postpone my finding of those particular spots." He eyes me up and down. I'm surprised when he drops to a crouch behind me, but unsurprised that he is clever enough to potentially figure out the placement of the other four this way.

He runs his nose gently against the divot of the back of my knee. "Yup, there's one." Then he applies his lips gently to the spot. My knees nearly buckle at the sensation and I instantly regret dabbing the oil there. "So, this is another." He repeats the process to the other knee.

He sits back on his haunches for a moment in consideration. He lifts up my foot from the ground and kisses the back of my ankle. "Ah, yes. There is another." Once he licks that spot and repeats the process on the other side he gets back and grins at me. "Now, I'm at ten."

"Seven more spots to go."

He nods. "Lay down, Sweetheart."

He coaxes me to my back and looks down at me with need, desire, and adoration shining from his beautiful dark eyes. Before he ever gets on the bed he peels off his t-shirt and removes his athletic shorts. Only leaving his boxer briefs on, and there is definitely no cloaking how excited he is right now. Before he continues on with the game he settles his lower half of his body between my thighs and leans down and kisses me. I had already tasted the oil on my tongue when he first kissed me as he came in. Now the flavor was even more pronounced on his tongue, and I found myself sucking on it to enjoy the flavor more for myself. He grinds into me, and despite the fact that my mouth is completely occupied with his I still find myself somewhat whimpering at the sensation.

He pulls away and revisits some of the spots he already found on my right side. Starting with my earlobe, he once again takes it in his mouth and sucks and nibbles it gently. I don't know how I kept from throwing myself at him, but in this prone position I can't help but start to feel antsy. My own game backfiring a bit on me.

He traces his nose down my neck and once again lightly sucks on the flesh there. A part of me wants him to not hold back, but I also don't want to deal with having to cover up the bruises he would leave behind just so I could be on camera. It may have been chilly, but that doesn't make it scarf weather.

He glides the tip of his tongue along my collarbone, following the bone until he is in the center of my body. "Now I was saying that I was sure that your breastbone was number seven before I ever removed the robe. Let's see if I am correct." He nuzzles down the center bone and goosebumps erupt all over my body. He chuckles darkly before he kisses softly at the flesh. "So, that makes eleven. Six more to discover."

He charts an invisible pattern over my skin with his right hand until he is gently tracing the upper swell of my breast. He gives me a dark grin before saying. "Obvious spot number one and two." Then takes my nipple into his mouth. I can't deny how I hunger for him as he teases the bud with his talented tongue and mouth. Only after a few minutes he switches hands. His right hand now supports him and his left hand begins charting an invisible pattern to my left breast. There is nothing taciturn about the way he takes me immediately in his mouth. My impatient soulmate has been the polar opposite up to this point, and I can hardly blame him for starting to progress the game more rapidly.

"That makes thirteen." He once again recenters himself and nuzzles down my breastbone. Continuing with little pecks southward down my body. When he reaches my belly button he chuckles darkly. "Ah, there's fourteen." His tongue licks around the dimpled flesh. I can't help but bend my knees and raise up my legs so my feet are planted firmly on the mattress giving me the ability to lift my navel up closer to his seeking mouth. He once again chuckles darkly. "Are you growing impatient with your own game, Sweetheart?"

Before I even know I am answering a grumbled annoyed, "Yes," tumbles from my mouth.

"Three more spots to find, and I am sure all three are between your thighs."

He of course is right, but I don't give him the satisfaction of any kind of response. He surprises me and lifts my legs over his shoulders before he settles his mouth against the inside of my right thigh. "Yup, there's fifteen." Then he repeats the same to the left thigh and doesn't even bother announcing the obvious fact that it's number sixteen.

He nuzzles his nose against my pelvic bone. "Ah, the scent of that delicious oil mixed with your own delicious body's need for release. So, wet already. I don't just need to taste you to finish the game. I want to taste you. I want to touch you and sample you to completion."

I know he didn't require a reply, and I know there is no way I can give him one because in the next moment his fingers are parting me and his lips directly zero in and seal themselves over my clit. His fingers of one hand keep me propped open while he strokes the digits of the other gently through my core, coaxing me rapidly to my first orgasm of the night. His tongue is torturous as he traces nonsensical patterns against my most sensitive flesh. I can't help but cry out as his fingers and tongue begin to work in tandem with each other. The crest is approaching me fast. Jk reads my body like a book and zeroes in on the fact that I am close. He sucks hard on the bud between his lips and my release hits me like a freight train.

He releases me, and cuddles with me for a few minutes to let me catch my breath. "I think I won." He chuckles darkly.

I crane my neck to look up at him. "I think we both did."

"Good you can string full sentences together. Turn to your stomach and get on all fours, Sweetheart. I'm hurting for my release."

When he says he is hurting I can't help but frown. "I'm sorry."

He shakes his head. "No worries baby. I just need to cum, and I need to cum fast. Hence this position. Let's see if I can get you to cum again with me though."

As soon as I am up on all fours Jk traces his tip against my center and thrusts home. We both groan at the sensation, and I can't help but grasp tightly at the sheets below me. Because I know he is aching on every deep thrust when he is fully sheathed inside me for a mere moment I tighten my muscles around him. I am shocked at how both of our body's immediately spasm at the sensation. My core begins quivering in next to no time, and when the cadence of his groans begin to change I prop my body up with one hand and reach between my thighs with the other. Gently rubbing my clit in time with the way he thrusts inside of me. I shatter around him and he releases a masculine groan of his own as he empties himself inside me.

I become a puddled mess on the mattress. I don't even notice that Jk gets up and heads to the bathroom until he turns me to my back and cleanses my core and thighs with a warm wet washcloth. He works a way to pull the sheet and blanket down while my body is still limp and heavy. Then he is able to coax me to the side and spoon me from behind. "That was a good game, Sweetheart. I like when we both are winners in the end." He kisses the side of my neck.

"I love you, Bunny."

"I love you too, Sweetheart. So so much."