Taehyung walked into the closet with yesterday's outfits, and his head spinning from the scent of you permeating the small space. He saw your clothes and grinned... even now he was fighting the urge to bury his face in your clothes and jerk off until his cum soaked every inch of them.
Fuck, Taehyung cursed, feeling himself getting harder with every second.
"Do you have any change?" Your sudden voice, coming out of nowhere, made him jump and glued to the hanger with their suits to hide his boner.
"No..." he answered hesitantly as you stepped into the small space, getting too close to him.
"What a hesitant no... you're lying to me, right?" You laughed, stepping closer to him...
"Noona..." he breathed out, biting his forearm as your hands slid into his back pockets. Fuck, it was too sexy, too arousing, and so dominant... the two of you in such a tight space, yours body pressed against his back, your palms in his pockets burning the skin of his buttocks... he was going crazy from the feeling of your power over him.
"Okay... I guess that's true," you giggled, as if you hadn't just driven him crazy in less than five seconds.
You sat down on the floor, rummaging through your bag. He clenched his fists, trying to hide his trembling... "Giving up so easily," he snorted... He drilled his gaze into your back, hating that while he was going crazy just from being next to you, you acted like nothing had happened after touching him so possessively. He was thankful that the hem of his shirt hung low enough to hide the betraying bulge in his pants.
You turned your head towards him, grinning, "You're right..." Your gaze slid to his groin, making him gulp loudly...
Fuck, fuck, fuck... He could barely breathe as you slowly approached him, still kneeling...
"I really did forget to check another pair of pockets on your pants, didn't I?" Your gaze was teasing, practically mocking him. You placed your palms on his hips, slowly sliding upwards.. Your gaze locked on his, your face hovering so close to the spot he so desperately wanted to hide from you...
You leaned forward, and he couldn't help but let out a loud sigh. He covered his mouth, looking at you with wide eyes...
"Or should I check something completely different, Taehyung?" You bit the hem of his shirt, tugging it towards you, making him forget how to breathe.
"I don't want to play this," he shoved you hard in the shoulder, making you land on your butt.
Everything was a blur, he ran out of the closet, and your laughter behind him made his eyes fill with tears...
He ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He pressed his forehead against the cold wall, growling with painful arousal. "I hate you," he growled, sliding his hand into his pants. He lifted his shirt, looking at the wet edge where your mouth had been. He took the hem of the shirt in his mouth, quickly sliding his hand down its length... and what the hell is he even doing right before a concert?
. . .
He came off stage, checking his phone... Are you upset with him? He looked at the still-unread messages he'd sent you during every break.
"Have you seen ____?" one of the managers asked Namjoon, catching his attention with your name.
"Wasn't she supposed to be with you?" Namjoon looked at the stylists in surprise.
"We haven't seen her since the concert started. We thought she was with the management team, but it turns out they haven't seen her either."
"Isn't this her phone?" Hoseok asked, picking it up from the table.
No way... no, it couldn't be... Taehyung ran as fast as he could toward the dressing rooms, remembering that the small closet where the outfits were kept only opened from the outside. Don't tell him he slammed the door when he ran out with couldy mind...
He practically ran into the locker room, and his heart sank to the floor when he saw the door closed.
His fingers trembled with fear as he turned the doorknob. The pounding of his heart deafened him when he saw you sitting on the floor in the dark. Your hands were on your bent knees, while you sat leaning against the wall behind you, staring straight ahead.
"Taehyung..." Your cold tone made him fall to his knees in front of you. You threw your head back, taking a deep breath before meeting his gaze. "Isn't it way too much, locking me in a closet for three hours because of the hard-on in your pants?"
"Noona... I..."
You grabbed him by the collar forcefully, practically cutting off his ability to breathe. "Shut up, Taehyung!" you growled, your gaze was merciless. "So what kind of punishment should I come up with for you, Taehyung?" You tightened your grip on his collar, digging it into his throat.
He opened his mouth, but you covered it with your other hand, digging your nails into his skin. "Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth shut, Taehyung?" Fear surged through him, electrifying every cell in his body with lust. He nodded slowly. "Good boy!" Your dominant demeanor hit his every nerve ending.
You placed your foot firmly on his chest before pushing him hard, causing him to lose his balance and fall flat on his back. "So what have you been doing after you ran out of here in such a hurry, slamming the door right in my face, Taehyung?"
His name flowed from your lips like a death sentence. You sat motionless, your gaze burning into him. He understood that you weren't expecting an explanation, but a demonstration. And there was no hint that he could escape, just as there wasn't a single cell in his body that wanted to disobey you.
He knelt between your spread legs. His trembling fingers barely managed to undo the buttons on his pants. Your face was a mask, expressionless, yet your eyes were still glued to his.
He pulled his pants and underwear down his thighs. He gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it toward his mouth. He froze when you leaned forward, grabbing his hand. "Should we add some authenticity?" you tugged his hand before gripping the hem of his shirt with your lips.
His cock twitched with excitement as you released his shirt, which still had a thin thread of saliva tugging at your tongue. He swallowed loudly, taking the hem into his mouth, his eyes rolling back in arousal... the fabric was wet, hot, and completely saturated with your taste.
His fingers tightened around his cock, sliding from the base to the head. He groaned, opening his eyes to see your gaze fixed on his hand.
His hand moved faster, making his breathing ragged and heavy. He braced his forearm against the corner of the doorframe as his hips trembled with pleasure. He struggled to stay conscious. Your heated gaze glided over his face and body, burning his skin and making it nearly impossible resist losing himself in pleasure.
He released the hem of his shirt from his mouth, covering his cock with the fabric, squeezing it tightly around the head. He came with a loud growl, saturating the fabric with his seed. He practically whined when your hand lightly rested on his, still clutching his limp cock. You ran the pad of your thumb over his oversensitive head before pressing your nail through the rough fabric of his shirt. He doubled over as a flash of pain shot through his body, knocking the air from his lungs. But why, instead of pain, did he feel his cock become fully hard again?
He looked up at you with tear-filled eyes. He groaned as you ran your tongue over your thumb, licking away a trail of his sperm. You rose from the floor, stepping over his hips.
He grabbed your leg tightly, hugging it, pressing it against his body. "I want more," he groaned, pressing his full face into your thigh, wanting to melt into your skin.
Your fingers ran through his hair before squeezing it tightly. You tugged at his hair, forcing his gaze to meet yours. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, wanting more, as the fingers of your other hand traced his lips. Your eyes darkened, betraying your arousal as he continued to rub his cock against you, fucking your leg like a shameless dog.
"We have too many spectators for anythingh more, my puppy," you laughed, turning your head toward the locker room. He released you, allowing you to stepped out closet, leaving him in his agony.
"Fuck," he groaned as he turned his head and saw Namjoon through the open door. Even through his arousal-blurred vision, he could see how red Namjoon was. He pressed his face to the floor where you'd been sitting just a moment ago. He could still feel the warmth of your body on the carpet. He closed his eyes, moving his hand to his cock. He didn't care about any sense of propriety or common sense; he'd lost them long before Namjoon had appeared in the locker room. He continued to moan, jerking his cock until the desired release swept through him. Tears streamed down his cheeks as cum continued to flow from his cock. But even then, his hand didn't stop, continuing to drive himself wild with overstimulation. He fell to the floor, completely exhausted, as he came for the third time, convulsing with the powerful orgasm... the pleasure was too intense, making the entire room seem to spin like a disco pang pang.
He heard the door click, plunging the closet into complete darkness. He laughed softly at the tremor in Namjoon's voice as he responded something to someone... his consciousness was too hazy to understand a word.
"Noona..." Taehyung whispered when your voice returned to the locker room.
"_______, what the f..." Namjoon raised his voice
"Namjoon," your stick voice stopped Namjoon, not letting him finish his sentence. "You can go... I'll take care of him."
Taehyung smiled widely, allowing himself to be drowned in the darkness that had been trying to drag him to pleasure abyss this whole time.
You were sitting in a restaurant, waiting for your fiancé. You'd finally convinced him to spend a romantic weekend just the two of you. You'd prepared the room, ensuring the perfect romantic vibe for the two of you. Even now, you were as nervous as if you were on your first date, not waiting for your fiancé, to whom you'd been engaged for several years.
"I've been asked to give this to you," the waiter handed you an envelope.
You stared in surprise at the envelope with your name on it. What could it mean? Perhaps a gift from your fiancé? You smiled broadly as you opened it, expecting to receive a nice gift.
And you did! A gift so generous that you couldn't even take another breath! You continued to look through the photos in your hands. Photos of your fiancé having fun with various women. From kissing in a car to complete debauchery in private clubs or hotel rooms. You were so shocked that you didn't even hear your fiancé return to the table. You raised your head, but he wasn't even looking in your direction. You smirked as he practically eye-fucked the blonde at the bar, who was openly flirting with him, as if you were invisible. You took off your ring, dropping it into your glass of white wine, the one he'd ordered for you, even though you'd said way too many times you preferred red.
"What an asshole," you muttered, getting up from the table. You threw photographs at him, scattering them across the floor and table. You snatched the bottle of wine from the waiter who had just approached the table before heading for the exit. Why did you waste so much time trying to please this asshole, for whom you were just a show doll. Each time, you assured him it was only temporary and everything would soon get better... he doesn't touch you, because he respects you and wants to wait until marriage... the delusion you told yourself every time he avoided your touch or attempts to kiss him...
As it turned out, the only one he didn't touch was you... your head was spinning from all those photos that filled your head again.
You stepped into the elevator, practically sliding down the wall. You closed your eyes, holding back tears, when the elevator door opened again and someone entered. You inhaled deeply, letting yourself be enveloped in the masculine scent that filled elevator. You opened your eyes, looking at a guy dressed all in black and wearing a mask. You glanced at the elevator button panel, and only your floor was still lit up. Interesting, you thought with a grin. You exited the elevator first, heading toward your room, which was at the end of the hallway. You walked slowly, clearly hearing footsteps behind you. You stopped practically in front of your door, and the footsteps faded away too.
You turned around, staring at the guy standing in front of you.
He quickly pulled a key from his pocket, pointing to the door opposite yours. "My room..."
"Want to sleep with me?" you asked, interrupting him. You almost laughed at his almost shocked look. After all, you'd surprised yourself even more by asking that question. You grinned when the shock in his gaze gave way to interest. He tilted his head to the side, his gaze tracing you from head to toe.
"Do you often ask strangers in hotel hallways to sleep with you?" his voice was as arousing as his scent.
"Hmm... once every twenty-seven years," you grinned.
"Interesting," he chuckled softly, still eyeing you with interest.
"Want to have some wine with me?" you asked, handing him the bottle of wine in your hand.
"Hmm..." he laughed. ""Isn't that a bit suden a change of a 'proposal'? How could an offer of sex with a beautiful girl so quickly descend into just a glass of wine?"
"Well, what can I say... the world isn't the same as it was 73 seconds ago," you shrugged, smiling.
"Then I should hurry and accept before you decide to rescind your offer entirely," he said, quickly taking the wine from your hand.
"Sounds great!" you said, taking a step toward him. "Then let's go to your room. My room feels extra disgusting today," you said, throwing your key card on the floor in front of your door.
The guy opened his door for you, letting you in first. You walked into his room, permeated with his scent. You inhaled deeply, allowing yourself to feel a little dizzy. "I clearly chose the wrong side for the windows," you said, approaching the panoramic window overlooking the night-time beach instead of the mountains.
You glanced at the guy's reflection standing in the doorway of the dimly lit room. Now that you were in his room, all your confidence had evaporated. You didn't even have the courage to turn around. Your body tensed as he took a step toward you, removing his mask. What? That face... even in the dark reflection, it seemed too familiar...
You turned around and gasped loudly, covering your mouth with your hands. And why, of all people, did this "stranger" have to be Jungkook? How upset were you that you completely didn't recognize the person you see every day at work?
"Jungkook," you stared at him.
"Hello," he smiled. "I think I heard from other managers at the agency that you went away for a romantic weekend with your fiancé..." he said, approaching the bar to open a bottle of wine. "Then how did you end up in a 'stranger's' room, propositioning him in the hallway?" your jaw tensed at his words.
"Jungkook."
"Yes, that's my name." His smile made your skin crawl.
"I better go..."
"Don't even think about taking the next step unless you want to end up tied to a chair." He growled, making your insides clench into a tight knot.
You shuddered when he appeared behind you. He was so close you could feel the heat of his skin through your satin dress. Your body trembled as his fingers traced up your arm. He traced his fingertips along the pearl strap of your dress, which fell to your waist along your bare back... "Are you sure you don't want to go back to your original proposal?" he whispered.
You exhaled loudly as his hot breath practically burned your neck. You jerked forward, but his fingers gripped your hand tightly, forcing you to freeze in place, holding your breath. You pulled your hand from his grip, taking a step forward as you felt his face approach your neck.
"Sorry, my emotions shut down my brain. Have a good evening, Jungkook," you said quickly before heading for the door. Your hand froze on the doorknob when you heard your fiancé's voice in the hallway.
"Bitch..." your fiancé cursed, picking up your key from the floor. "How dare you run away from me? You belong to me, you're just a mindless trophy that should adorn me!" he growled, slamming the door of your room hard. Everything inside you clenched with sudden nausea at his words. "Where did she even get these fucking photos? As soon as I find whoever sent this, I'll kill them?" your fiancé was yelling at someone on the phone.
Jungkook suddenly appeared behind you, covering your mouth with his hand as you nearly squealed in fear. "He's cute..." Jungkook whispered in your ear. "Should I come out and introduce myself? I was the one who sent you the photo, after all." Jungkook laughed softly, hugging you tighter.
You turned your head toward Jungkook, looking at him in shock. "What?" you breathed silently, but Jungkook only smiled.
Jungkook's grip on your waist tightened. He pressed you completely against his body, turning with you toward the living room. You leaned against the edge of the table, bracing your hands against the surface, when Jungkook released you from his embrace, stepping into the living room.
"Here," Jungkook said, handing you the clothes as he returned from the bedroom.
"What is this?" You stared at him.
"I absolutely love what I see, trust me..." Jungkook looked down at his pants, and your eyes widened when you saw his erection bulging. "But right now I'm barely holding myself back from throwing myself at you," Jungkook's voice dropped so low it made your skin crawl.
You snatched the clothes from Jungkook's hand, practically running into the bathroom. You froze in front of the large mirror. The reflection made you sick. All the effort you'd spent on looking like this was a waste of time. You ripped the dress, throwing it on the floor, watching the pearls scatter all over the floor.
You put on Jungkook's clothes before leaving the bathroom. You winced when you found yourself face to face with Jungkook, who was standing right in front of the door. "Now I'm angry," he breathed out, looking at your torn dress hanging from the trash can. "You should have asked me for help." Jungkook crouched down, picking up the pearl from the floor near the door. "You have no idea how much I've been dreaming about this all evening," he exhaled, running his hand over his face before standing.
"What?" You stared at him as he turned on his heel, heading back to the living room. Your eyes widened as you realized exactly what he meant. "Crazy," you breathed out, following him. "Wait..." You paused at the door when Jungkook's words at the front door finally sank in. "You were the one who sent me the photo?" You stared at him, mouth agape. "How? Why?"
"What kind of stupid question is why?" Jungkook snorted, handing you a glass of wine. "That trash didn't deserve you."
"How did you even know? Where did all those photos come from?"
Jungkook lifted your hand, handing you the glass, before returning to the couch where his glass sat. "I hired someone to follow him 24/7," Jungkook shrugged, as if it were the most natural thing to do. "I accidentally bumped into him at a hotel when I saw him getting into the elevator with a girl in the middle of the night... I've been following him ever since... every night after dinner with you, he'd finish it with someone else," Jungkook practically growled in anger.
"Why now? Why not right away?" you shook your head, placing your untouched glass on the table.
"I thought your relationship was just a formality on both sides, since you never sought his attention... until today."
"Is that why you gave me those photos?" you stared at him.
"I saw the way you looked at him, and it made me angry... since he wasn't worthy of your sincerity!"
"I probably look like a complete fool in your eyes right now..." you plopped down on the couch, covering your face with your hands. "Although... not - a look like a fool. I'm a fool... I knew something was wrong, there were plenty of signs. But I chose to turn a blind eye."
"Don't you dare scold yourself for wanting to be loved!" Jungkook practically shouted at you, making you laugh.
"Are you going to scold me now?" you smiled.
"No... even though you deserve to be punished!" he muttered under his breath.
"Why?"
"For asking the first person you met to sleep with you!" he raised his voice. "What would you do if it weren't me?"
You laughed even louder at his offended expression.
"What difference does it make now..." You leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. "I've been a completely free person for a whole hour now," you traced your finger over the place where your wedding ring had been.
"Then sleep with me..."
Jungkook's words made you freeze in place. You looked up and flinched when you saw Jungkook standing at your feet.
"Jungkook, you..."
"Date me..." Jungkook knelt down. "Even though you chose not to see it, you clearly know how I feel about you!" Jungkook hugged your legs, resting his head on your knees.
"Isn't it a bit of a leap from sleeping with me to dating me?"
"Well, what can I say... the world isn't the same as it was 73 seconds ago."
You rolled your eyes at Jungkook using your words against you. "Then I'll refuse," you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Unfortunately, that's not an option." Jungkook tugged at your waist, forcing you to mount him. He hugged you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You gulped as his possessive gesture caused butterflies to swirl in your stomach.
His fingers dug into your skin, making you want more. It was too dangerous... his closeness was too dangerous... too desirable... you couldn't help but moan as he lightly nipped at your skin before licking the area. He pressed down on your hips, letting you feel how hard he was.
You snorted, pushing into his chest, forcing him to the floor. You ran your hand over his abs, enjoying the feel of his ridges beneath your palm... Who are you even trying to fool right now? You knew you'd end up in his bed the moment he removed his mask! Jungkook's quiet laugh made you meet his gaze. He ran his fingers down your arms, down to your wrists. "Well, you finally took off that useless mask of innocence," he moved your hand to his cock, forcing you to squeeze it through his pants, intertwining your fingers. "Oh, I should have ripped that damn dress off that drove me crazy all evening and fucked you senseless right at the very beginning!" Jungkook growled, sharply lifting his hips. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he hit your clit. You laughed, getting up from the floor. You took a step toward the bedroom before turning back to Jungkook, who was still lying on the floor, looking at you with confusion.
And how could you have buried yourself in a relationship with a jerk for several years when Jungkook was practically drooling like a dog in heat at the sight of you the whole time?
You took off your shirt, throwing it on the floor next to Jungkook's head, sending him a lustful, challenging look before turning toward the bedroom. You only managed to take a step before Jungkook pounced on you like a tsunami. You moaned as his teeth sank into your shoulder. One of his hands, squeezing your breast, played with your nipple, while the other slid into your panties. "Fuck," you moaned as Jungkook's fingers pushed into your pussy.
"You can't even hide how much you enjoy playing with matches while covered in gasoline..." Jungkook spun you around, slamming you into the wall before pressing a kiss to your lips.
"Like you said, it's time to stop worrying about useless things," you smirked as Jungkook picked you up and headed for the bed.
"Exactly," Jungkook chuckled, throwing you onto the bed before undressing.
"Fuck," you moaned under your breath. How could anyone be so perfect? Your gaze greedily slid over Jungkook's naked body.
Jungkook laughed, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I'm glad you like what you see," his low voice made your skin break out in goosebumps. You fell onto the bed, covering your face with your hands as everything inside you clenched into a tight knot of painful arousal.
"Jungkook," you breathed out, the next moment you were completely naked. He knelt between your legs, throwing your leg over his shoulder. He slowly planted kisses on your skin, making you melt with excitement. "Fuck me!" you growled.
You couldn't wait any longer; the sight of his naked body drove you crazy... but what drove you even more crazy was his cock, twitching with arousal, precum dripping down its length...
Jungkook laughed softly, rocking his hips slightly, letting the head of his cock glide over your clit. Your back arched in pleasure. He was slowly driving you crazy. Making you beg for more, and you begged...
You moaned loudly as the head of his cock slid inside you, stretching your entrance almost to the point of pain. Jungkook hissed as you clenched around his cock. "Baby, I'm going to have to work hard to fit my cock in that tight little pussy of yours," he growled.
"Are you going to give in already?" you grinned, running your fingers along his length.
You moaned as he rocked his hips, pushing deeper. "I wouldn't tease me if I were you!" Jungkook grabbed your hips, pressing them into mattress. He hovered over you, slowly rocking his hips, pushing deeper into you with each thrust. Your eyes rolled back in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck, Jungkook," you tried to pull away. Jungkook thrust hard, entering you with his entire length, holding your body tightly in his embrace. He didn't move, giving you time to adjust to the sensation of fullness.
You shuddered with pleasure as Jungkook began moving his hips again. He pressed his palms into the mattress, deepening his thrusts. "Just look at this greedy pussy, first she played hard to get, and now she swallows me whole with ease."
"Please," the word left your lips like a desperate prayer... because that's what it was....
Jungkook was driving you crazy! Every look, every moan, every thrust... was too much to take...!
And this time, your prayer was answered by your god! Jungkook's hips pounded into you relentlessly, giving no hint of salvation! An orgasm washed over you! Stunning... breaking... destroying... you wanted to escape, but for some reason you prayed for it not to end!
You opened your eyes as warm sunlight filled the room. Fragments of last night completely robbed you of the ability to breathe... was that girl in your visions you?
A hot body wrapped itself around you, making it clear this wasn't a dream... not a single part of last night!
"Good morning," a hoarse, low voice blew hot air across your skin, making you shiver, almost from orgasm...
"Just... shut up, Jungkook."
His quiet laughter echoed too deeply within you. He hugged you tightly, sending a throbbing ache through your body, reminding you of every devastating orgasm he'd given you that night.
"If you're already planning an escape in your genius head, then..."
You laughed, cutting him off. "Sorry, but my genius head is completely useless after your cock!"
His fingers grabbed your jaw, turning your face towards him. His lazy, satisfied smile that greeted you told you everything you needed to know... you couldn't run or hide from this man! But why, then, for the first time in so long, did you feel relief?
"This is how it should be, baby!" Jungkook whispered in your ear, hugging you tighter and turning overtogether, pulling you back into his sweet, hot darkness.
Taehyung chuckled, watching a cute girl awkwardly glance around in the crowded bar. Should I join her, Taehyung thought, his smile widening.
Jin stopped him with a squeeze on his shoulder, pulling him back to the couch when he tried to stand. "I wouldn't advise it, my friend," Jin chuckled, looking in your direction. "She's the FBI director's daughter."
Taehyung laughed as he looked at you. For some reason, this fact only heightened his interest in you. "So?" Taehyung shrugged. "Don't good girls like bad boys?" he asked, getting up from the couch.
"Stubborn as hell," Jin snorted, shaking his head, knowing he was unlikely to change his friend's mind.
"You look like you need company," Taehyung grinned broadly as he approached you. You glanced at him, your eyes widening before you composed yourself, returning your expression to a calm demeanor. Oh, so you know who he is, Taehyung thought.
You glanced around the bar, which was practically filled with police officers. "You look like you're lost," you raised an eyebrow, making him laugh.
"It's nice to know such a pretty girl knows about me."
"There's not a single person in this city who doesn't know you," you snorted, returning your attention to your glass.
"You're right. But I want you to get to know me better... Really." His smile turned into a smirk.
"Not interested."
"Do good girls like good boys?" he asked, and you only smiled slightly. "Aren't they boring?" he asked, looking around before leaning toward your ear. "Forbidden things always bring so much more pleasure," he whispered, and you exhaled loudly at his closeness. You pulled away from him, almost falling off your chair. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back into place. He smiled at the way you blushed at being so close to his body.
You pushed him away before getting up from the chair. "I'm not into villains!" you snorted before heading for the exit.
"What a cutie!" he smiled, watching you go, fighting the urge to follow. But too many eyes were watching him now, he smirked, looking around.
. . .
POV You
"We meet again!"
Taehyung smiled widely, sitting down at your table. You were so engrossed in the book you were reading that you didn't even notice him appearing in front of you. You blinked a few times, hoping it was just a hallucination... but Taehyung was still sitting across from you, absolutely real, smugly handsome. You rolled your eyes, closing the book before placing it down on the table with a loud slam.
"Exactly," you snorted in displeasure...
What's wrong with him... Didn't you let him know you didn't like him? You almost laughed at the thought... It's not that he wasn't divinely handsome... but you didn't like who he was!
"Did you miss me?" he asked, leaning his elbows on the table. "All I did was think about you."
"Why?" you shook your head. "You know who I am, right? Isn't it a bit cheeky for someone like you to get involved with the daughter of the head of the FBI?!" you practically spat the words out.
"Perhaps," you were surprised when he laughed. "But you said 'someone like you,'" Taehyung pointed at himself. "And who do you think I am?"
"A criminal."
"Is that so?" his voice lowered, almost lazy.
You rolled your eyes, leaning back in your chair. "Are you kidding me?"
"If I'm a criminal, then why am I not in prison?" he shrugged innocently.
"Hah... well, yeah... it's very convenient when your hounds do all the dirty work for you," you grinned venomously, looking at the security guards stationed in various corners of the restaurant. "You're right... for everyone, you're just an extremely successful billionaire."
"Just," he repeated your word, as if trying to taste it. "I definitely don't like this addition to my status," he smirked, looking at you.
"What? You want to punish me for belittling your status?" you sneered, catching the fire in his eyes.
"Oh, I'm definitely going to punish you," Taehyung grinned widely, looking you up and down. You could practically feel his heavy, hungry gaze sliding over your body. "But don't worry, you'll definitely like it."
"Pervert," you snorted. You stood up from the table, quickly gathering your things before heading for the exit. What did that idiot even think of you?
Taehyung grabbed your hand as you passed him. His fingers curled around your wrist—not too tightly, but enough to make you stop and look at him. “And you’ll like this too!” he whispered quietly, almost threateningly, looking at you without looking away, before let you go.
. . .
POV Taehyung
Taehyung stretched out on the bed, groaning loudly. He laughed, remembering your reaction at the restaurant. "What a cutie," he whispered, sitting up. "And why are all his thoughts filled with you? If he sleeps with you, will it end?" This constant hard-on in his pants was starting to get on his nerves. Should he relieve the tension in a more easy way, he thought, getting out of bed. He put on his shirt, grabbed his keys, and headed for the exit.
He continued to scan the club he'd arrived at. But these girls, begging him for his attention with their eyes, were more irritating than ever today. This was exactly the reaction he was used to, and the one he wanted... until he met you!
Fuck, he cursed... feeling even more irritated than before he'd arrived at this damned club. Should he just kidnap you? He chuckled at his own wild thought, getting up from the couch.
You've got to be fucking kidding me... he froze, his mouth hanging open, when he saw you in the opposite corner of the club.
You were sitting on the couch, a glass of champagne in your hand, emotionlessly surveying the crowd having fun on the dance floor. However you ended up here, it's unlikely you were the one who initiated the clubbing. He almost laughed when some clown with cocktails tried to talk to you. Your one glance killed him without a word.
He walked around the entire second floor, staying in the shadows to fully enjoy your reaction to him.
He approached you from behind, sitting down behind the couch next to where you were sitting. "I told you, nice guys are boring," he said, leaning against the back of the couch near your shoulder. You practically jumped in fright, causing him to laugh. Oh yeah, that was exactly the expression he wanted to see.
"You!?" Your fear gave way to anger before you regained your indifference. "You clearly have nothing better to do if you keep doing such stupid things."
"I told you, you're completely occupying my thoughts." Taehyung shrugged. "So much so that just a few minutes ago I was considering whether I should kidnap you, until I saw you bored right in front of me."
"You're totally crazy," you snorted, trying to get up from the couch.
"Is that so...?" he grabbed your shoulder, pushing you back onto the couch. He dug his fingers into your bare skin, causing you to wince in pain. "Who knows what exactly your darkest fantasies are about?" He whispered in your ear, pressing himself against you, his hand moving to your throat. "What if this your secret desire about, for a villain like me to kidnap you and fuck you hard until you lose your beautiful voice while begging for mercy?" he growled.
Taehyung ran his tongue down your neck, and in that instant, you broke free. A slap rang out. Loud, clean, stinging. He chuckled when he tasted blood in his mouth.
You glared at him, breathing heavily. "Whether you want to admit it or not, your arousal is as intense as your anger," he said lowly, looking directly into your blazing eyes. "I can't remember the last time I got punched in the face," Taehyung laughed, jumping over the couch. "That was refreshing," he said, continuing to take steps forward until you hit the glass railing.
"If you take another step, I'll scream!" You growled.
"Go ahead," he grinned, stepping toward you like a predator cornering its prey. You glanced around, your eyes widening as you realized there was no one nearby, and the music on the first floor was too loud to hear you. "Even so..." Taehyung laughed loudly as your gaze changed. Now you were ready to fight him, and he smirked at your clenched fists.
"Try me," you growled.
"Oh, what a cutie..." Taehyung grinned widely, taking a step back and raising his hands in defeat. "I clearly lost today," he took another step back. "We'll continue next time," he winked at you before striding toward the exit.
"There won't be a next time," you shouted angrily after him. He laughed at how cute you sounded. Do you really think you can get rid of him that easily?
. . .
POV You
"You've lost your mind," you snorted to yourself, dissatisfied. A phrase you'd been repeating to yourself for weeks—like a mantra, like a curse.
You told him to disappear from your life.
And he... disappeared. As if he'd never existed... not a hint, not a trace. The perfect fulfillment of your will.
You'd achieved your goal. Everything had become sensible and safe again. But then why do you continue to peer into the faces of passersby every day, lingering on the black cars at the curb?
Why do you tense up at every low voice nearby?
Why does your heart skip a beat at every sudden movement in the crowd?
It's simply caution, suspicion. You tell yourself this. Over and over again. Only... these explanations are beginning to sound more and more pitiful. You don't miss him. Not even a little...
You've just been losing your mind since that night in the club... slowly but surely!
You entered the university library, hoping for a distraction. The silence, the smell of dust, the old books—there was no room for your obsessive thoughts. Your fingers slid over the spines, your gaze briefly catching familiar authors' names, when you spotted the book you needed on the top shelf. Rising on your toes, you reached for it, slowly pulling the volume out of the row.
"Miss me already?" a low, predatory, commanding voice sounded right behind you.
The book slipped from your fingers and fell to the floor with a dull thud when you turned sharply. He was standing too close. The same look, the same smug undertone in his voice. No warning. Not a single sound. He just appeared. As always. As if he'd never left.
"What are you doing here?" you hissed, feeling your whole body tense.
"I missed you," he replied, leaning against the shelf behind you, leaning closer. "And you seem to still be trying to convince yourself you weren't looking forward to this meeting."
"I wasn't looking forward," you spat, stepping back, only to bump your back against the shelf. You almost rolled your eyes at how false your words sounded.
He didn't back away. On the contrary, he took a half-step forward, deliberately invading your space.
"Are you sure?" his voice grew quieter, but it held a challenge. "Because, frankly... you look like someone who's been trying to see me again this whole time. Even if it's just unconsciously."
You gritted your teeth, tilting your head back to keep your gaze up.
He was taller. Stronger. More dangerous.
But it was precisely this imbalance that always sparked the fire between you.
"You're confusing interest with paranoia," you hissed. "I was just hoping you wouldn't break your promise and stay away."
"Liar..." His hand shot up, but instead of touching you, he placed it next to your head—on the shelf. "If that were true... your heart wouldn't be beating so loudly right now."
You wanted to protest, but you heard it yourself—a dull thump in your chest, like a drumbeat.
Traitorous body.
Traitorous mind.
"Go away," you whispered. "Or do you want to get arrested right here at the university? I'm sure many would be happy to see such a headline on the front page of the morning paper."
He laughed.
Muffled, without joy... dangerously... sending a wave of goosebumps washing over you from head to toe.
"Even now, you try to hide behind rules. Behind status." He slowly leaned closer. His lips almost touched your ear. "But we both know how quickly you'll forget about them if you're alone with me."
You clenched your fists, feeling everything inside you burn—with anger, fear, desire...
Too dangerous a mixture.
"Play your games with someone else," you breathed, meeting his gaze.
"You still haven't realized," his eyes narrowed, a rumbling whisper in his voice, "that I don't play. Never!"
He pulled away as suddenly as he'd appeared. He took a step back, allowing you to finally breathe deeply.
"See you later, darling," he said, picking up a book from the floor. "You don't think this was an accident, do you?"
He turned and disappeared between the shelves, leaving behind only heat, fear... and a dangerous attraction from which you could no longer hide.
. . .
"Fuck," you breathed out, feeling your chin tremble.
"What are you fucking think you are doing here?" you whispered to yourself, standing in front of the door of a place you shouldn't have returned to.
Are you really trying to "not look for" him that desperatly?
It was unlikely that "just by chance" could justify your appearance here. This place was steeped in his world—dangerous, heavy, and alluring.
You turned, heading back to the car. The dark alley greeted you with the dull echo of your footsteps and the smell of dampness.
You almost touched the door handle when someone's massive hand suddenly covered your mouth, muffling your scream.
"Who do we have here?" a drunken, unfamiliar voice rang out behind you, and fear pierced you with a chill. "The party hasn't even started, and such a hot little bird is already running away?"
You froze. A second voice, deeper and closer, emerged from the darkness:
"My friend, I think we simply must throw a private party—to show the lady what she's missing by leaving so early."
"You read my mind," the first one laughed hoarsely, pressing you hard against the hood of the car, stopping all your attempts to break free, twisting your arms, pinning them to your back.
The cold metal burned through your clothes. Tears blurred your vision.
The sound of tearing fabric pierced the silence of the alley.
You tried to break free, but he was too strong.
The second one grabbed your hair and jerked your head up, pressing your face into his erection, bulging from his pants.
"I don't advise biting you unless you want to lose your teeth," he hissed, and pain seared your cheek from the slap as you growled. You fell to the ground, but a rough hand pulled you up again, grabbing you by the hair.
"Be obedient, and maybe we'll avoid bloodshed."
"I don't know," said the first guy. "Such snow-white skin would look too delicious covered in blood. Don't you think it would be a waste to pass up such a sight?" he growled, ripping your pants before landing a hard slap on your ass.
He ran his hand down your body, and you gasped in horror.
"You're right," the second smirked, squeezing your throat, making it impossible to breathe. "It seems the 'no blood' option was just crossed off today's list of entertainment," leaving a hard slap on your face. The world swam. Sounds became muffled. Sparks flickered before your eyes. The darkness slowly crept closer with every slap.
"Excellent," you heard low growl, as if through water. A deep dangerous voice. His voice. "Cause there will be a lot of blood!" He growled from the darkness.
The hand on your neck disappeared. You collapsed to the ground, gulping air and tears. He appeared before you, as if from the darkness itself. Taehyung...
"Oh, just look at that white-collared man trying to play the hero," one of the attackers spat.
"Oh, these gentlemen, rescuing damsels in distress," the second laughed, drawing a knife. "Mate, you're clearly on the wrong street... gh ...
The sentence ended with a sharp wheeze. Even through your blurred vision, you saw Taehyung's white shirt turn dark red. The first attacker collapsed at his feet as the darkness swallowed you.
. . .
POV Taehyung
Taehyung growled, continuing to stab the body that had long since lost its life.
"Bitch..." he growled, angrily throwing the knife to the ground. "How dare you die so quickly?" Taehyung kicked the body beneath his feet, feeling the blood congeal on his skin.
"Take off your clothes," he growled at the guard who had appeared behind him.
"What?" the guard was confused, not immediately understanding the order.
"Now!" Taehyung turned sharply, and the guard immediately stopped short, meeting his gaze.
Nodding silently, the guard began to unbutton his shirt. Taehyung grabbed the shirt and jacket, and walked toward you. He carefully tied the shirt around your waist, hiding the torn pants, then wrapped you in the jacket. He picked you up and, without taking his eyes off the guard, said,
"Clean up everything here. And bring her car to the house."
He walked away, holding you tightly, as if any movement would destroy you again.
When the car pulled into the driveway of his house, doctors were already standing at the gate. They rushed to the door as soon as he stepped out.
Taehyung paced nervously, watching the doctors treat your wounds. He had never felt such anger. He wanted to bring those bastards back to life—only to kill them again and again.
"Wake up..." he whispered, sitting down in the chair next to him when the doctors finally left the bedroom. He closed his eyes, remembering the groan of pain from an all-too-familiar voice as he approached the spot where your car was parked. When you never stepped foot inside the restaurant that belonged to him. He was angry at himself for waiting so long. Angry at himself for calling off security, because he was sure you would come inside when he saw you at the door.
"I thought you kept your hands clean," a hoarse, barely audible voice pulled him from his thoughts. He jumped to his feet abruptly, walking over to the bed.
"Yes. That's how it was," he replied, his voice low, breaking into a growl. "But they dared to touch what should rightfully belong only to me."
You smirked weakly, the corners of your lips tugging at the edges.
"Not too loud words for someone who wanted to kidnap me himself..."
"You..." he clenched his jaw in anger that you were comparing him to those dirty backstreet bastards. "Get rest," he muttered through clenched teeth, not wanting to argue with you now. He turned and headed for the bathroom.
"Fuck..." he breathed out, staring at his reflection.
His face, hands, hair, clothes—everything was covered in blood. He rolled his eyes in irritation, threw off his clothes, and stepped into the shower. The hot water washed away the traces of rage and death, but didn't make him breathing any easier.
He closed his eyes, letting the streams of water run down his body, and for the first time in a long time, he felt tired. When he emerged, there was no trace of his bloody clothes—the house was in perfect working order, as was everything he owned.
He grabbed a towel, drying his body, and headed to the closet. Quickly dressing, he returned to the bedroom.
He sat on the couch, next to the bed, at your feet, listening to your calm breathing. He leaned against the pillar, looking at you... in his bedroom... in his bed... but completely not in the way he wanted...
. . .
POV You
You cracked your eyes open, fighting back the dizziness.
Dark walls. Dark silk surrounding the bed you lay on.
What the…—you groaned silently, wincing.
Oh, right.
Your jaw tensed as images from last night flashed through your mind.
You slowly scanned the unfamiliar room until your gaze fell on a dark silhouette at your feet.
Taehyung...
A shudder ran through you as his image flashed through your mind—covered in blood from his hair to his boots, with that look in his eyes that could tear you to pieces. And with an emotion you never expected to see on his face — fear.
You turned your head and almost laughed.
Of course. The chair he'd sat in last night was gone, as were the clothes he'd been wearing. Apparently, just like the bodies he left in that dark alley.
You covered your face with your hand... as if you were about to press charges for him... for saving your life. Even in such a horrible way.
Nausea rose in your throat—you could still feel those guys' hands on your skin.
You removed your hand and looked at the clothes you were wearing.
"It wasn't me," Taehyung's quite voice broke the silence.
You shuddered.
"The clothe," he added, meeting your gaze. "I wasn't the one who change it. The doctors who took care of you did."
You merely nodded, watching him sprawl sleepily on the couch at the foot of the bed—like a cat just waking from a long nap.
"Thank you..." you whispered softly.
He chuckled softly. "I never thought I'd hear that," he said, turning his head in your direction. "But if next time you decide to look for me..." he shook his head. "No. There won't be a situation where you have to look for me again."
He ran his hand over your legs, over the blanket.
"Taehyung..." you began.
"Enough," he interrupted. "You came to where you came to yesterday, and I was the reason."
He sat up, gazing at you.
"Just accept this and be mine."
"It's not easy," you breathed, staring at the ceiling.
"I know," he chuckled. "I never said it would be easy. But leave the hard part to me. I'll handle everything that comes our way."
"The way you did it yesterday?" you asked coldly, turning your gaze to him.
His jaw tensed.
"Are you going to kill everyone who disagrees? My father's on that list too? My friends?"
"I'm not the monster your subconscious paints," he breathed, looking down. "I'm not a saint, and I can't change the past... or who I am. But you are a significant enough factor to change the future."
With these words, Taehyung stood up and left the room.
"Fuck..." you groaned, covering your face with your hands.
Everything had been going downhill since the moment you met him at the bar.
And now you had to decide—accept this falling into the abyss and enjoy it with him... or try to claw your way out of it by cutting Taehyung out from under your skin.
. . .
POV Taehyung
Taehyung got out of the car and sat on its hood. Day by day, he followed you wherever you went, and even after you returned home, he couldn't bring himself to leave.
He looked up at your bedroom window, where the light was still on.
"3 a.m. ..." he breathed, looking at the watch. "And you're still awake."
He closed his eyes, lying down on the hood, enjoying the cool night air. How nice it would be if his thoughts could be so easily refreshed.
He heard approaching footsteps and opened his eyes slightly. He sat up abruptly when he saw you walking toward him — your hair disheveled from tossing and turning, and, most importantly, in short silk pajamas that were on the verge of flying off your body in the slight gusts of wind.
He froze as you came close, pressed yourself against him, and then covered his lips with a kiss. He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back slightly but still holding you in place.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, looking at you, dumbfounded.
"There you go again... that annoying pity in your eyes," you almost growled, pushing his hands away. "You act like I'm terminally ill."
You shoved him in the chest.
"What?" he frowned.
"Stop looking at me like I'm a victim. Because I'm not one!" you growl through clenched teeth. "I thought your perpetual expression *come an inch closer and I'll fuck you to death* was annoying," you smirked. "I was wrong. The way you've been looking at me since that night in the alley is much more annoying."
He chuckled softly—you were so cute when you were angry and yelling at him. He grabbed your hand, pulled you close, and pressed your body against the hood.
"Oh, I'm so sorry..." he growled, releasing the arousal he'd been holding in for so long, not wanting to hurt you. "Stupid me..."
He ran his hand down your body, then lightly squeezed your throat with his fingers.
"Taehyung..." you sweet breathed out his name making him even more turned on.
And that made his cock twitch in his pants.
"Yes, baby. Your moans of my name will make your beautiful voice go hoarse," he laughed softly as your eyes became wider. "You came here and hurled such careless words in my face — and only now decided to think about the consequences?"
Taehyung bared his teeth as you struggled against his grip.
"I don't..."
He covered your mouth with his palm, cutting you off. "Like I said: it's too late to think about the consequences, my baby. The only thing left for you to do is accept everything I do to you."
Taehyung ran his tongue over your skin, moving down to your nipple. You moaned as he clamped his lips around it.
The heat burned through his body, melting away the last of his self-control, and your moans only made things worse.
"The only concession I'll give you today is to let you choose: do you want me to fuck you in my car or in your home?" he growled, lifting you from the hood.
"Home..." you moaned as he lifted you, pressing your crotch against his bulging cock.
"So be it," he chuckled, turning around with you in his arms and walking quickly toward your house.
His hand slid under your silky tank top as you struggled with the combination lock on the door. "Wait..." you breathed, squeezing his wrist as his other hand slid into your shorts.
"So wet and hot for me..." Taehyung moaned, pushing his fingers into your pussy.
"Fuck..." you moaned, throwing your head back on his shoulder. "Fuck, I can't open this damn door if you don't stop driving me crazy!" you growled as he thrust his fingers again, biting your shoulder.
"Welcome to my world," he licked your neck. "I've been like this since our first meeting," he breathed, pressing his cock into your ass.
"Fuck..." you whined as his movements quickened. "I should have chosen a car..."
Taehyung laughed and removed his hand from your shorts.
"You have thirty seconds to enter the correct code. Otherwise, I'll break this damn door down."
You finally entered the code, practically stumbling into the house. He stepped inside, immediately pinning you against the wall.
Taehyung ripped your shorts off, unable to take it anymore.
You moaned loudly as he entered you all the way.
He squeezed your body tightly as your pussy gripped his cock. He closed his eyes, stopping—he almost came from feeling of your pulsating, hot pussy.
"Does it hurt?" he growled, running the tip of his tongue down your cheek, licking away a tear. The pleasure was driving him so crazy that your tears tasted sweet to him.
"Good..." you moaned, hugging him tighter.
"Excellent. Exactly what we needed." Taehyung chuckled, thrusting hard.
He dug his teeth and fingers into your body, wanting to make sure this was all reality and not an imagination that would vanish as soon as he opened his eyes.
You came, moaning his name loudly, clenching tightly around his cock, forcing him to fight for every breath. He didn't even remember how he ended up in your living room. Before he pinned you to the dining room table. He spread your thighs wide, pinning you to the table with his knees. His thrusts became absolutely merciless. He lost the last of his self-control as his orgasm pushed him over the edge.
He heard nothing but his own heart pounding in his chest...
He saw nothing—tears of pleasure blurred everything before him...
His fingers dug into your skin, his grip turning steely as your body writhed beneath him...
He knew he should stop, but his body erased the last of his reason, turning him into a beast driven only by pleasure. And you were the one who gave him the biggest one.
. . .
POV You
Pain... Your whole body felt like it was completely destroyed. Your eyes refused to focus, and simply opening them was mission impossible.
That idiot... you chuckled to yourself. You'd clearly overestimated your strength when you'd so overconfidently provoked Taehyung with that kiss.
"What the..." you moaned softly.
Taehyung was lying on top of you. His arms held your body tightly, and your legs were still wrapped around his waist. You moaned softly when you pulled your legs down and felt him still deep inside you.
"What an idiot..." you breathed out, trying to move away.
"Mmm... hello," Taehyung smiled lazily, turning his head slightly to meet your gaze.
"Hello!?!" you hissed through clenched teeth. "Maybe you finally pull your fucking dick out of me?!"
"Nope" Taehyung chuckled. "It's so tight, wet, hot... Why would I do something so silly?"
"Taehyung..." you gasped as he gently rocked his hips.
"You look so sinful underneath me," he braced his hands on the mattress, his gaze piercing you.
"You've been fucking me all night. Don't you think it's time to stop?" you tried to push him away.
Taehyung's laugh made you freeze.
"Night? Oh, baby..." He brushed a strand of hair from your face. "You think it's only been a night?"
You stared at him, mouth open "What?"
"You clearly underestimate me. What day do you think it is?"
"You're crazy."
"Didn't you know? Surprise!" He laughed. "Congratulations, from now on you belong entirely to this crazy man." Taehyung pointed at himself, breaking into a smile that sent shivers down your spine.
"Belong to you? I don't remember ever agreeing to anything like that."
"Did you expect anything else when you kissed me? Besides, you begged me to fuck you so much... I never dreamed such dirty words would spill from those sweet, innocent lips."
You opened your mouth to protest, but fragments of memories of your sex flashed through your mind.
Feverish, vivid, all too real.
"Exactly," Taehyung chuckled, running his fingers along your chin and closing your mouth. "I'm glad our time together hasn't been erased from your mind by too many orgasms."
"Fuck..." you covered your face with your hands, wishing you could sink into the ground.
"But even if you didn't remember..." he leaned closer, "I'm always here to tell you this again and again."
"So what now?" you exhaled, looking at the ceiling, unable to find the strength to look at him. Your thoughts were jumbled. Your head felt like it was bursting. You were the one who set everything on fire, but you completely failed to consider the consequences.
"Look at me," Taehyung said, not letting you turn away. His voice wasn't oppressive, but it made it impossible to disobey.
You slowly turned your gaze to him.
"Whatever happens next, I'll make sure everything turns out well," his voice was calm, impossibly confident. So confident that you wanted to believe him. "So just give in to your desires... and I'll take care of the consequences."
Summary:
Today is the day when he allows all your dark fantasies to come to light!
Kim Seokjin
The evening smelled of rain and electricity.
He sat on the windowsill in front of the open window, in the semi-darkness, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers.
"You look like you've had a hard day," Seokjin said, while his hungry gaze sliding over your completely soaked body. "Want me to show you a way to relieve tension?"
You raised an eyebrow.
"A dangerous way?"
Seokjin chuckled.
"I don't know any others."
"I'm not in the mood to be your toy today," you breathed, walking past him.
He grabbed your wrist, stopping you.
"Then I'll be yours," he said, pressing a black silk ribbon into your hand, making you practically moan with excitement.
Min Yoongi
Yoongi stood in the doorway, his shoulders tense but his face calm.
"Today, I submit completely to you," he said quietly, causing heat to fill your body. "Do whatever you want with me… even if it seems impossible."
You stepped closer, feeling the heat of his gaze on your skin. He sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide, allowing you to get right up to him.
"Aren't you afraid this will get out of hand?"
You ran your nails down his chest, leaving red streaks.
"Then it will taste even better," he groaned as you pressed your knee into his groin. "Play with me."
Kim Namjoon
He stood in the bedroom doorway, his shirt unbuttoned, his gaze icy.
"Today, the rules are yours," he said. "You just have to choose whether you can handle it."
"What if YOU can't handle it?"
Namjoon grinned, lifting your hand. He placed the handcuffs on your palm, like an invitation to a dangerous game.
"Try me," Namjoon said, pulling his hands forward.
"Even if it hurts?" you breathed, feeling the arousal slowly spread through your veins.
Namjoon obediently sank to his knees as the handcuffs snapped onto his wrists.
"My safe word is 'Wild Flower.'"
Jung Hoseok
You wearily opened the door, tossed the keys on the shelf, and instinctively reached for the switch.
The light didn't come on. Only the soft flickering of the candles pierced the dim room.
On the couch was Hoseok. Naked, his hands behind his back, his belt loosely but firmly fastened around his wrists. A black ribbon around his neck instead of a collar. His eyes were raised, filled with languid lust and anticipation.
"And what is this?" you asked, fighting the urge to pounce on him.
He smiled softly.
"You said this morning that you wanted me to learn to wait. I… waited."
You moved closer. Slowly, like a cat, you ran your fingers over his chin, forcing him to look at you. Your heart beat in unison with his breathing.
"Good boy," you whispered, running your thumb over his lower lip. "Then the game begins now."
He closed his eyes. And the world became theirs again.
Park Jimin
You entered the dimly lit bedroom, your breath catching in your throat.
Jimin was kneeling by the bed, his gaze downcast, his hands behind his back. He didn't speak. Only his knees, reddened with anticipation, betrayed how long he'd been waiting.
You walked around him slowly, examining his perfect body. You gripped his hair, pulling his head back, forcing him to look at you.
"Speak," you said quietly.
"I wanted… for you to say I did everything right." Jimin practically groaned, causing you to swallow loudly from sudden thirst.
You smiled faintly.
"Let's start with me checking."
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung was waiting for you at the bedroom entrance, his hair disheveled, his eyes shining, like someone who'd just come up with something stupid, wonderful, and most importantly, extremely dangerous.
"I invented a game," Taehyung said. "No rules, no holds barred."
"As if you know any other games," you sighed, but the corners of your lips twitched in smile.
He came close.
"Yes, I am" Taehyung exhaled, almost moaning, slowly kneeling before you. "This time, you'll lead, because I want to burn completely at your mercy."
Taehyung covered his eyes with a silken ribbon, causing everything inside you to clench into a tight knot of painful arousal.
Taehyung raised his head, as if he could look into your eyes:
"Play with me."
Jeon Jungkook
You opened the bedroom door and froze. The room was dimly lit, candles cast soft shadows on the walls, and his scent filled every corner of the spacious room.
Jungkook was kneeling in the middle of the bed, naked, with a black silk ribbon wrapped around his body from his blindfold to his feet.
Play with me was written in lipstick on his chest.
His submissive posture exuded both power and danger. He was completely exposed to you. His breathing was even, his gaze hidden, but every muscle spoke of readiness.
You slowed your steps, your heart pounding in your temples, your fingers trembling. The ribbon wrapped around him, creating an almost forbidden pattern on his skin, and the inscription an invitation impossible to ignore.
"Today, everything is by your rules," he whispered as your fingers traced the ribbon around his torso.
"Oh, and what should I do, my sweet Jungkook?" You squeezed his jaw hard, making him moan in pain. You laughing softly, causing goosebumps to break out on his skin. "After all, you just broke one of them!"
The editorial office greeted you with the smell of coffee, dim lighting, and an irritatingly perfect silence. You walked down the hallway, clutching a folder with a printed draft of a new story. You entered his office without knocking.
Kim Namjoon.
He sat at his desk, as if fused with the office's architecture: perfectly composed, in a black turtleneck and dark glasses, which he removed as soon as he noticed you.
"You're late!" he said, returning his gaze to the documents in his hand.
"Yeah, that's what happens when you send a writer a meeting notice—an hour before!" you responded coolly, placing the folder in front of him.
He looked up. His eyes were unbearably calm—that silence before a storm that drives you crazy.
"And you, as always, came unprepared," he said, looking at the thin folder in front of him.
"And you, as always, judge by appearances, not content…" you snorted in displeasure, unable to contain yourself. "Anyway… It's a rough draft, Mr. Kim," you said, sitting down in the chair across from him.
He silently opened the folder and skimmed the text. His eyebrows twitched slightly, but his face remained stony. He picked up a red marker and, without a word, drew a thick line across the first page. Then the second. And the third.
"Are you crazy? Did you even read it?"
"Every word." He rose abruptly from the table, made you flinch, walked to the window, and turned around. "Don't you have a single real emotion, except for your stupid first love?"
You froze. Then slowly rose from your chair, approaching him.
"I didn't know a robot like you knew anything about emotions. Maybe you should start writing yourself?"
"You think I haven't tried?" He said it quietly, almost humanly. But you knew it was only a lull. Now he would attack. "You've written a hundred stories, and in each of them, the same hero. He looks at you with sadness. He speaks in phrases as if God had written them in advance. He disappears. He comes back. And, of course, he breaks your heart. Every single time!" He took a sharp step toward you, his eyes blazing. "How many more years will you write about this guy?"
"It's amazing, Namjoon. I first saw you after high school, and you think you have the right to analyze my emotions?" you snapped. "You're an editor, not a therapist."
"Then start writing in a way that I don't have to analyze your writing like a confession. Or at least learn to hide the fact that you're still hurting."
He stood so close that you could smell his perfume—tart, heavy, and languid, like him.
"You know what's the most ironic thing?" You smiled, crookedly, bitterly. "When I wrote with pain, you said it was too much. I wrote you a story coldly, and you say it's not enough."
"Because everything you write is a pathetic compromise with yourself. I thought you wanted to finally break free from the shackles of the past, but what do I see? A fake." Namjoon grabbed the folder from the table and threw it toward the trash bin. The folder shook from the impact as it fell to the floor, and all the pages scattered, making you tense.
You didn't respond as Namjoon's gaze pierced you. For too long. Too sharply. And then you realized: he hated your writing not because it was bad. But because it still concerned Hoseok. The name echoed in your head like the swipe of a knife. Namjoon had never said it out loud. You clenched your jaw.
"I'm not happy that you've been fixated on someone who left for years. I'm not happy that you come to me with this, expecting me to applaud. You were right: I'm not your diary, nor am I your therapist. I'm an editor. I'm cutting because you can do better."
"Or maybe you just want me to cut out everything that irritates you? Do I need cut out the fact that my first love was Hoseok?" You stepped closer. He looked at you, too deeply.
"You're right. Hoseok irritates me. But you know what's more irritating? That you're still living with this. This isn't literature, it's a chronic addiction. Writing doesn't mean whining. And you're whining," he yelled at you, causing you to recoil.
You were breathing heavily. Your heart was pounding like a trapped bird.
"I came here for work, Namjoon. Not for your therapy."
"And I'm here to flay you if necessary. Because you have talent, but you're stuck."
You took a step back, then another. "Still the same idiot," you spat out like venom. Namjoon crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze fixed on you. You picked up your folder from the floor, turned sharply, and walked to the door. Before slamming it, you tossed over your shoulder, "Thanks for the editing."
A month later
He sat in his office, scrolling down a chapter of your new work, feeling your words penetrate his skin like an electric charge. You'd published the first chapter of your new novel without showing him a single line. He tried to convince himself he shouldn't be involved, that your writing was your world, and it didn't concern him. But in reality, he was drawn here like a magnet. And so he sat, absorbed in every word, unable to tear himself away.
His gaze caught on one line, and without realizing it, he began rereading it again. It was that very scene. That scene he couldn't forget. Because it wasn't fiction…
"Even the raindrops hung in the air for a moment when his lips touched hers. Because that kiss wasn't about love. It was about power. About dominance."
So you remember everything, he thought, chuckling to himself. He read these words with a twisted pride. Your story contained everything that had happened between the two of you. He kissed you then, and it wasn't romantic or tender. It was a cry of desperation.
Powerful and merciless, like everything that had happened between you. You wrote about that kiss as if it were something important, as if it defined their relationship, but you couldn't discern, beyond that coldness, the emotions he was experiencing at that moment.
He ran his fingers across the screen, skipping a couple of paragraphs, but stopped again, scrolling to the next page. And again, your words brushed against his skin, making his heart beat a little faster. He saw himself in your hero, and it was so familiar. You created him from your memories of him. The cold and distant one. The one who was above everyone else, who needed nothing but power and control.
"He was cold and distant, but she felt his eyes burn as he looked at her. She knew she was just another game for him to win."
He chuckled again, letting go of the idea that this character had been idealized in your eyes. He was the same as he had been then. Cold, powerful, even cruel. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the words of your novel penetrate his consciousness, tormenting his thoughts. He always knew you could never forget. That kiss—it was a moment that could not be erased.
His eyes returned to the text. "He was cold and distant." That's how you described him. And he really was.
He flipped through the pages again, feeling the tension building. You wrote about how her hero was cold, how she was in his arms, and how, despite all this, she couldn't be in love with him. He was her shadow, following her. He was everything she'd dreamed of, but different.
He closed the app, grinning. "So, to you, I'm a villain," he muttered, placing the tablet on the table.
Seokjin wasn't planning to hunt. That evening, he was merely scanning the crowd, as always — searching for a sharp thrill. A fleeting amusement, nothing more.
The music thundered like a foreign heartbeat — too loud, too hollow. The women around him were vulgar, uninhibited, far too easy. Seokjin exhaled: the air was stifling, and boredom was sinking in.
Until she entered — a girl whose aura outshone even the blinding glow of the spotlights. Cold, impossibly beautiful. You didn't smile. You had no reason to — you weren't trying to please anyone. You simply walked, as if the entire noisy room was unworthy of even your glance.
Seokjin froze. Every movement of yours was precise, deliberate, as if you were born in a world where even the smallest gesture was power. You didn't dance — it felt as though your body commanded the music itself. From you radiated a chill so sharp that no one dared to look your way... yet he suddenly burned.
He watched you toss your hair back — and his fingers already felt its silk. He watched you speak to your friend — and wanted to tear apart every word she gave you, craving your attention entirely.
He didn't yet know your name, but he knew it would belong to him. You were made to be prey. His prey. Seokjin took a slow step forward, like a predator closing in on its mark. The rest was only a matter of time.
And believe him... he knew how to wait.
He didn't touch you that night.
He didn't ask your name.
He never stepped closer than the shadows that concealed him.
But from that evening on, you became his territory.
Seokjin watched you. Months passed. At first, every day. Then — every minute. Now he knew everything: when you woke up, the exact order in which you applied your makeup, the way you adjusted the belt of your coat before stepping outside, the slight, almost imperceptible half–smile you gave the guard downstairs.
He knew that in the mornings you drank black coffee. You always took two packets of sugar — and threw one away.
He had seen you moving slowly through the rows of books, never glancing at the covers, only the spines. He watched the way you spoke to people — polite, distant. You never let anyone close. No one.
Except him.
Seokjin was already closer than all of them. He wove himself into your day. Into your route. Into your rhythm. At first, you were a puzzle. Then — a system he learned to break, piece by piece. Now, you had become predictable, like an open book with all the answers already written.
You were his, even if you didn't know it yet.
At some point, Seokjin knew more about you than you did yourself. He knew that on the last Friday of every month you would stay at work between forty-three and forty-seven minutes longer. He knew that on Sundays you went to the riverside, where there were no people.
Seokjin could have touched you. He could have whispered your name. But he didn't. He waited. Patiently. Because you deserved not a touch — but complete consumption.
You weren't meant to simply glance at him and forget, like another passing face in the crowd. You were meant to vanish — to dissolve in his arms.
And your fear, when it happened, would be pure. Perfect.
And then... you would love him.
Because no one would ever know you the way he did.
You living in the dark, and he the one who is haunting for those who lived in the dark...
_______________________
"Wow" Yoongi's heart seemed to skipped the beat. Whoever this girl was, he was already in love with her.
He couldn't stop staring at the girl who was sitting in the middle of the hotel bar, looking so indifferent that it seemed like she was in a completely different place. Although... it was only now that Yoongi noticed several burly men behind her, who looked like personal security.
Damn! Yoongi quickly turned his head sharply to the other side when you looked straight at him after the security guard whispered something to you. Damn, damn, damn... it seemed like he was staring at you too hard. He chuckled. It would be funny if his vacation ended up in the police station. A secret service agent was accused of sexual harassment. Such a headline for the morning tabloids. Especially his boss would have fun with such news.
He turned his head towards you again, and jumped in his seat because you were standing right in front of him. Your gaze was so cold he felt like he could feel the frost on his skin in this heated bar.
"Do you have some business with me?" You asked
*And he was wonders if it's possible to cum just from hearing a someone's voice?* Yoongi pull yourself together! He mentally slapped himself, trying to find at least one rational thought...
"Uh... what... no..."
"You've been watching my every move for the last hour"
"I... just... sorry, that was really rude of me" Yoongi bowed politely.
You shook your head slightly before turning back towards your table. His reflexes worked faster than his brain, grabbing your hand. "I... would you like to have a drink with me? I'm Yoongi"
You looked up from his hand on your wrist to his face, and his heart skipped a beat again at the small smirk on your face. "Why not. I'm Sirena."
Despite the fact that you barely talked about yourself, he still managed to find out that you were the head manager of this hotel. Even that wasn't explained your aura and the presence of bodyguards. And despite thefact that you talk with him all evening, he still didn't know anything other than two facts, both of which was clearly a lie - your name and your position...
. .
He pinned you against the wall in the dark hallway. Fuck, he didn't care about the consequences right now. He bit your lips in a mad kiss, wanting to have you as much as you would allow him. He covered your neck with kisses while his hands unbuttoned your shirt. He tried to get access to your skin, the desire eat you out was more than anything. He hissed when your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his head to back.
"How far are you going to go in a place like this?" you asked with a smirk, looking around of the hallway leading to the restrooms. Fuck, your behavior was too dangerously sexy.
"Then should we go up to my room?" he asked, removing your grip from his hair. He didn't even remember how you got to the room or if anyone saw you... he practically tore his and your clothes on the way to the bed.
“In that much of a hurry, hah?” you snatched the condom he was trying to open with his teeth, throwing it on the bed. You pushed his shoulder, getting on top of him. You slowly ran your fingers over his collar, which was torn, before moving down to where the button on his shirt was torn off. His eyes ran over your bodies, taking in the half-removed, half-torn, mess of clothes.
“Some things are beyond my control,” he said, getting rid of his shirt. He groaned as you pressed down on his abs, forcing him to lie down on the bed, before you lowering your head and running your tongue over his abs, moving down. “Fuck,” Yoongi cursed as your fingers wrapped around his cock.
“You look like you’re about to cum,” you ran your hand down his length, causing a shudder to run through him.
"The fact that I didn't cum as soon as I heard your voice is already an achievement" Yoongi ran his fingers over your cheek, looking straight into your eyes. "You have no idea how much you turn me on"
You ran your tongue over his cock, meeting his gaze. Why did you feel so cold even now, despite the heat in his body from your every touch. You lowered your mouth to his cock, making him completely lose his mind. Your hot mouth burned through him, making him beg for release.
"Fuck... stop" he practically growled, trying to push you away. A loud moan filled the room as he came, shooting cum all over your face. "Sorry" Yoongi quickly jumped up from the bed, running around the room in search of tissues. He grabbed a couple of tissues from the nightstand, running towards you. "I told you to stop" Yoongi continued to mumble under his breath in embarrassment, wiping your face with his cum. You just laughed at his behavior.
"Shall we continue or do you still want to take me to the shower?" You smirked looking at him mockingly, pushing away Yoongi's hand with napkins.
He grabbed your hand, pressing your face into the mattress with his whole body. He pressed himself against your back, running his tongue over your ear. "Apparently you are still too clean for a shower. So let me dirty you properly!"
. . .
You smirked practically sliding off the bed, because every muscle ached. You haven't had such a wild night in a very long time. You turned around looking at the naked Yoongi, who was still sleeping. Despite the fact that you never slept with someone you don't know, this night was worth it.
Definitely worth it, you whispered, feeling that even now just looking at his naked body, everything inside you was clenching with excitement.
You tripped over his pants that were lying on the floor. Interesting, you grinned, picking up the wallet that fell out of your pocket from the floor. Fuck... you ran your hand over your face, looking at the secret service ID... How could you screw up so badly.
I would never have said that he was a cop, you turned back to Yoongi... Seeing the scars and the gunshot wound, you sincerely hoped that he belonged to your world.
Although what difference does it make... you grinned, knowing that your paths were unlikely to cross ever again. You threw the wallet on the floor before leaving his room.
. . .
Yoongi groaned, turning to his side. He ran his hand over the bed, but the spot next to him was cold and empty. Already ran away? He grabbed the blanket, burying his face in it. He took a deep breath, savoring your scent that was still on the sheets. If it weren't for the marks on his body, he would have thought it was all a dream.
He propped himself up on his elbow, his hair falling over his eyes, and his gaze lingered on the floor—your barefoot footprints barely visible on the carpet, disappearing at the door.
Yoongi licked his tongue, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
"You sure know how to disappear like you never existed," he muttered in a hoarse voice.
He sank back down, buried his face in the pillow, and closed his eyes, as if he wanted to hold on to the feeling of your presence. But the longer he lay there, the more a strange feeling grew in his chest—a mixture of irritation and emptiness.
"You didn't even bother to leave a 'goodbye'?" His voice was soft but dangerous, like a harbinger of a thunderstorm.
He sat up, covering himself with the blanket, and, looking down at his hands, ran his fingers over the traces of your touch. Each of them burned more than a fresh tattoo. The silence of the room was oppressive. He stood up abruptly, raking his things off the floor. Yoongi left the room. The hallway was empty, but the air still held a faint trace of your perfume - fresh, with a bitterness that ate under the skin. Yoongi stopped, deeply sniffed the air and grinned like a hunter who smelled the scent of prey.
Downstairs, in the hotel lobby, everything looked the same as last night: quiet music, the hum of voices, waiters with trays. But you were nowhere to be found. He noticed one of the guards standing behind you at the bar, and he tensed almost imperceptibly when their eyes met. Yoongi narrowed his eyes, realizing that his every move was being watched now.
"Sirena, huh?" he muttered under his breath. "Badly played."
His phone vibrated again. This time it was a message.
"Go home. Vacation is over."
He clenched his jaw. His vacation had indeed been a cover, but his superiors had chosen the worst possible moment to end it. "Damn..." he breathed out, looking at the screen.
. . .
You sat in the black SUV, running your fingers over your lips that were still felt burnt from his frantic kisses. A small smirk played on your face as he finally walked out of the hotel.
"Secret Service agent, huh..." you said quietly, as if tasting the words. "I'm in deep trouble." You muttered as Yoongi climbed into the dark SUV.
The guard in the front seat glanced briefly through the mirror.
"He saw more than he should have? Should I sort out this?"
You closed your eyes, leaning back. He definitely saw more than he should have... The previous night flashed before your mind's eye: his hands, his lips, his crazy greed. You didn't want this. And yet you wanted it more than anything.
You shook your head, watching Yoongi's car pass by.
"Not yet," your voice was even. "The last thing I need in my hotel is a showdown with the Secret Service. I hope he's smart enough not to look for me"...
. . .
These two weeks dragged on painfully slowly. He returned to his regular duties, followed orders, filled out reports - but every day, every night, a feeling of unfinished business gnawed at him inside. Your smell, your cold gaze, your smirk. He tried to push the memory away, but it burned him more than a gunpowder burn.
And here he was again at the entrance to the same hotel. His jacket was buttoned up to his chin, his eyes hidden by the shadow of the visor. He did not look like a tourist, did not look like a vacationer - he looked like someone who had come to demand answers.
At the reception, the girl looked up and smiled tightly, trying to figure out whether to call 911:
"Good evening. How can I help you?"
Yoongi's voice was even, but each letter cut like a knife:
"I need to see the head manager. Sirena. Immediately."
The girl blinked in confusion, then nervously flipped through some papers.
"Excuse me... We don't have anyone named Siren on the management list. Are you confusing us with another hotel?"
His lips curved into a wry smile.
"I'm not."
At that moment, one of those same guards appeared from around the corner. A man, massive, with a stone face, but his gaze flickered for a second when he met Yoongi's eyes. Yoongi walked up to the guard.
"Where is she?" Yoongi asked calmly.
The guard held his breath for a moment, but then took a step forward.
"I advise you to leave the hotel grounds, sir. And forget who and what you saw here."
Yoongi slowly turned to face him as the guard barred his way into the bar.
"Forget?" he laughed quietly, and that laugh was more dangerous than any weapon. "You know, I haven't had a single good night's sleep since I met her. Do you really think I'm just going to forget?"
The guard tensed as Yoongi took a step toward him.
"Call her. Now!" Yoongi said sharply, sending the guard a death glare. "Or I'll come back here as who I really am. And then it'll be a whole different story."
. . .
You stood by the window in your office, looking at the sky that was slowly covered with black clouds. You ran your fingers along the glass following a drop that slowly flowed down. No wonder I was in such a good mood, you grinned watching the rain that was getting stronger. You took a sip of whiskey, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, when you heard a noise behind the door. Well, what again, you thought, turning to the side, waiting for your guard. You almost laughed at his worried look when he appeared in door of your office.
"He just walked into the hotel"
You grinned, placing the glass on your desk. You didn't even need to clarify who exactly this "he" was.
"Did he..." you lowered your head hiding the smile that you couldn't hold back.
You took the key card from the table heading towards the exit. You slowly walked down the hallway heading towards the room that still gave you goosebumps. You gulped, feeling thirsty with every step you took, getting closer to that very door. Only the sound of your heels and the raindrops broke the silence that hung in the hallway when you found yourself in front of the door.
"Are you sure?" the corners of your lips twitched into a smile when you heard the truly concern in your guard's voice.
"No," you said, opening the door.
. . .
He went up in the elevator, looking at the key card in his hand, which the guard gave him before leaving without saying a word. He walked out into the hallway heading towards the room. His room... Yoongi took a deep breath, smelling your perfume near the door.
He opened the door slowly, entering the room. The sound of rain filled the silence. He turned his eyes to the windows, which were completely open. He stopped in the middle of the room when he saw you sitting in a chair with your legs crossed, near the open door leading to the terrace. The darkness slowly penetrated under his skin. Lightning was the only source of light illuminating the room. You turned your head towards him, making him forgets how to breathe.
"Hi"
You didn't say a word, looking straight into his eyes. You picked up the glass of whiskey from the floor, taking a sip, still not breaking eye contact with him. He gulp along with you, practically feeling the amber liquor going down his throat. His eyes traced from the tips of your heels to the ends of your unruly strands escaping from the hair bun on your head, greedily devouring every inch of you.
"It seems we have unfinished business... Sirena"
"We never had any business..." you finally answered, twirling the glass in your hand. "It was night. And it ended..."
"You ran away without saying goodbye..."
"Ran away" you chuckled... "That's a pretty strong word. I just didn't think it was necessary to say goodbye to someone with whom I shouldn't have crossed paths from the very beginning." He tilted his head, trying to read at least some emotions on your face, which only radiated a powerful dominance that he wanted to submit to. He knelt down. It seemed that this was the only way he could hold you for at least a moment longer.
You leaned back in your chair, carefully examining him. "You look like someone who is willingly ready to fall into a trap," you said.
"I am ready if it allows me to know your name..."
"Why do you need my name? My name will not change anything. Although..." you stopped, turning your head to look at the rain. "My name will change absolutely everything," you said, meeting his gaze again. "Isn't that right, Agent Min." You said, getting up from the chair. He winced when you let go of the glass, letting it shatter into hundreds of pieces.
You slowly walked up to him. You placed your foot on his chest, pressing your sharp heel down, making him wince in pain. “But you've already knew it, if you threatened to come back as who you really are,” you practically growled, pushing him hard in the chest, making him lands on his elbows.
You stepped over him, heading towards the exit. “Go back to the world you belong in, Yoongi,” you said, sending a chill down his spine.
He abruptly rose from the floor, closing the distance between you. He grabbed you before pushing you face down onto the table, in the middle of the room. He crossed your arms over your back, squeezing them hard with his one hand. He laughed softly, pressing his erection into your crotch. “Waaah...” he ran his free hand down his face. "I almost believed it..." he said, running his fingers over your wet panties "...that you want me to leave more than you want my cock deep inside your pussy." he growled, biting into your shoulder, lifting your short dress up, exposing your ass. "I don't care about all the walls you so desperately build in an attempt to push me away."
"Yoongi," you breathed out his name as he pushed his fingers hard into your pussy.
"I'm not the only one who goes crazy every night, coming back to this room...to this bed...to our wild madness." Yoongi's grip tightened on your hands as you tried to push him away.
He unzipped his pants, pushing them down his thighs. His fingers tore your panties... Yoongi took his cock in his hand, slowly pushing the entire length into your dripping pussy. “Look at how greedily you’re taking me in.” Yoongi pulled out before slowly pushing his length back into you.
Yoongi lifted you up from table, pressing your back against his chest before capturing your lips with a kiss. “If you’re going to talk nonsense… shut up.” He growled as you opened your mouth. “Good girl.” Yoongi moaned along with you. You threw your head back on his shoulder, eyes wide with pleasure as he thrust hard.
You wrapped your arms around his neck before your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it tightly as he thrust hard again. “Are you willing to risk everything for this madness?”
He pulled out of you, turning you to face him. “Aren’t I already risking everything just by knowing your name, baby.” He smiled before pulling your face closer, digging into your lips with a kiss.
Yoongi hissed, breaking the kiss as your fingers wrapped around his cock, sliding down his length. He rested his forehead against yours, letting your fingers tease him, driving him crazy. “Undress me,” he whispered in your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.
Your fingers moved to his shirt, undoing it button by button. Your palms slid over his body, removing his shirt and jacket completely. You dropped to your knees, pulling his pants down, running your hands down his pants, leaving bright red marks on his skin from your long nails. He ran his fingers down your face, brushing away a strand of hair. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as you licked his cock with your tongue. He squeezed your shoulder, lifting you to your feet in one motion.
“Too hasty as always,” you chuckled as he practically tore your dress to shreds. He picked you up, heading towards the bedroom.
“Stop running away from me and I’ll think about slowing down.” He threw you onto the bed, hovering over you. You pulled his face down, kissing him. He slowly pushed into you, squeezing your body tightly in his arms. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, slowly sliding his length into you with each thrust.
He laughed as you pushed him back, pushing him down onto the sheets as you sat on top of him. He slowly ran his hands down your body, gripping your waist tightly as you sat on his cock, taking it all the way in. “What’s wrong, baby… you said it yourself that I was rushing things,” he laughed loudly as a hard slap landed on his face the next moment.
“Shut up,” you growled, covering his mouth with your hand. Yoongi squeezed your wrist, running his tongue over your palm, licking each of your fingers. You moved your palms to his chest, pushing yourself down onto his length. He groaned, running his fingers down your arms, enjoying the way you bounced on his cock, making him forget about everything.
He moved his hands to your hips, digging his fingers into your skin. He lifted his hips to meet yours thighs, making each thrust deeper. He pulled you down, pressing you against his chest. He dug his heels into the mattress, pounding hard into your pussy. He growled, throwing you onto the bed. He was on the edge, and he didn’t want to wait another second. He rolled you onto your side, pinning one of your legs to his chest, pushing his entire length into you. His palm cupped your breast, squeezing your nipple between his fingers, making your pussy squeeze his cock tighter. “Perfect,” Yoongi growled, fucking you hard, making your thighs shake with pleasure.
“Yoongi,” you moaned loudly, making him hiss. Your pussy clenched around his cock as you came, making him practically choke in pleasure. He growled in frustration, thrusting a few more times before pulling out, coating your belly in his cum. He braced his hands on the mattress next to your shoulders. He closed his eyes, enjoying the way his cockhead slid over your sweat and sperm covered skin.
He opened his eyes when he felt himself rock hard again. "Fuck," he growled, getting up from the bed and heading to the living room where his things were. He picked up his jacket from the floor, pulling condoms out of his pocket. He opened the package, heading back to the bedroom. You chuckled as he took one and threw the package next to you on the bed. You laughed as you pulled the strip of condoms out of the pack. "Are you going to use them all?"
"Agreed," he said, opening the package in his hands. "Not many," he shook his head, rolling the condom over his cock. He chuckled as you looked at him with a skeptical eyebrow raised. "Don't be afraid, I'll make you cum at least three times more than that amount."
"And will I be able to walk after that?" you stopped him, resting your foot on his chest.
"Unlikely.." he ran his hungry gaze over your body, making you back away from him to the headboard of the bed. He grabbed your ankle sharply, making you squeal in surprise and pain. He flipped you over onto your stomach, hovering over you. "But don't worry, I'm ready to carry you in my arms for the rest of my days, _________."
Of course... you cursed re-reading the email... and why in the whole fucking agency did they assign you to work with Jungkook?!
Jungkook... fuck...
From the very first meeting he was your problem... the kind of problem that makes your panties wet in less than a second. And how are you even supposed to work with him? Be a cold bitch and everything will be fine, you repeated to yourself like a mantra as you stood up from your chair. You grabbed your tablet and went in search of your personal devil.
You almost choked when Jungkook grabbed your arm, keeping you from falling when he almost knocked you over on his way out of the gym.
"If you're busy we can reschedule" you said almost annoyed, looking at Jungkook's sweat-soaked clothes that stuck to his body after his workout. Could I just scream, you thought, looking at the beads of sweat running down his neck.
"Oh no, come in" he said, pointing towards his private room. "Give me a minute" he said, pointing towards the couch before heading towards the shower, taking off his shirt.
You plopped down on the couch, throwing your head back. You expected at least someone other than the two of you to be there, but no... there was you, and Jungkook, who was currently taking a shower. You winced when the sound of the water stopped. You almost groaned when Jungkook was seen with only a towel wrapped around his hips in the reflection of the mirror in front of you.
A moment later, Jungkook appeared in the room, wearing baggy pants and an unzipped hoodie over his naked body, still wiping his hair. Your jaw tensed painfully, Damn, does he even know what he's doing to girls while looking so sinfully seductive. You quickly looked down at the tablet in your hands, trying to gather the last of your thoughts that were somehow related to work, and not about Jungkook's body.
"you... I mean, here's the schedule for next month," you said, handing the tablet to Jungkook. You gulped when instead of sitting across from you, Jungkook landed next to you.
"This looks great," Jungkook turned to face you, flashing you a smile. "Oh, I should have gotten you much sooner," he said, looking back at the tablet. "Look at how perfect my schedule is now. Just like I knew it, you're perfect in every way. Don't think I'm going to let anyone take you away from me!"
You suddenly forgot how to breathe at the look he sent you. "Haha, don't be dramatic, I'm just doing my job like everyone else," you tried to hide your nervousness with a laugh. "Anyway, the schedule looks great and I'm glad you like it. So I don't think my presence is necessary, I'll just be in the way." You smiled at him, mentally celebrating your escape. "If you have any questions, I'm available by phone 24/7." You stood up from the couch and took a step towards the door.
"I need you." Jungkook grabbed your wrist, stopping you from taking another step. You turned around, finding yourself face to face with Jungkook, who was standing way too close. "Just look at the amount of advertising, you definitely need to be close. What if something goes wrong." Jungkook was still holding your hand.
He clearly doesn't know what personal space is. "But you said everything looks good."
"Yeah, everything looks good considering you'll be next to me." You swore Jungkook's grip on your hand tightened.
You pulled his hand away, stepping back. "Okay, I get it. If you think my presence is necessary, then so be it" you almost rolled your eyes, realizing how much time you would have to spend with Jungkook.
"Yes, I need you" Jungkook's low voice made your heart practically jump out of your chest.
...
It was only the third day and you were already on edge. Jungkook seemed to have decided to drive you crazy with his behavior. Too close, too sexy, too... everything!
You entered the office, sliding down the wall to the floor. Jungkook's bad habit of whispering in your ear when people were around was simply incinerating you. You shuddered, still feeling his hot breath on your skin. Something needs to be done about this, you thought, getting up from the floor.
You definitely need to relax, you said, finding yourself in front of a night bar after work. And here you are, sitting in your favorite place with your favorite whiskey in your hand, but why hasn't your state changed... because you want Jungkook, you answered your own question sarcastically. You laughed quietly, leaning back on the sofa.
You looked around the bar and grinned when one person caught your attention. The best part about being an icon is that a lot of guys want to be like you. "Close enough," you whispered, meeting the gaze of guy that was clearly interested in you. You stood up from your seat, heading towards the guy who reminded you of the reason for your painful arousal.
You walked up to him, kissing him instead of saying hello. Not bad, you thought, when the guy didn't lose his nerve, pulling you into his arms.
"You want to get out of here," you said, grinning as he pulled away from you.
"I was about to suggest the same thing," he said, pulling a card key of the nearest hotel out of his pocket.
He pinned you face-first into the wall once you were in the room, pressing his cock into your ass. You moaned, letting yourself imagine someone else as his teeth sank into your skin.
You almost laughed out loud in frustration as yet another thing went wrong. First he fiddled with the zipper on your dress, then the zipper on his jeans, now he’s been trying to open that damn condom for another minute. You pushed him down onto the couch, taking the condom out of his hand. “Sorry, before it...” you covered his mouth with your hand, silencing him, opening the package with your teeth. You quickly rolled the condom down his length before sitting on top of him.
You moaned as his cock slid in all the way. You thought of someone hotter, fresh out of the shower... with his hair still wet and his unzipped hoodie . You felt the heat on your wrist from the grip of strong, long fingers that slowly moved down to your clit, making it throb with pleasure. You came, biting into his shoulder to keep from moaning Jungkook’s name, which was on the tip of your tongue.
You stood up, picking up your underwear and dress on your way to the bathroom. You quickly wiped the marks off your body that gave away what you had done. I suppose it couldn't be wiped off with a wet towel, you quietly laughed, looking at the hickey on your shoulder. Quickly getting dressed, you walked out of the bathroom, bumping into the guy who was standing near the door, looking at you with a satisfied smile. You took a step back when he tried to hug you. "I'll go first," you said, running your fingers along his outstretched hand towards you.
"Not even leaving your number?" he asked, as your hand touched the door handle.
"It's okay," you grinned, turning towards him. "Neither of us were looking for anything after leaving this room anyway," you winked at him, walking out of the room.
. . .
You returned home, falling on your bed after deep shower. Each time you told yourself that this was the last time. And here we go again... and again someone too similar to Jungkook... and again in your thoughts only Jungkook...
It's annoying, you groaned. But Jungkook destroyed your composure completely today, when you found yourself in an overcrowded elevator. You could still feel his heat on your skin, when you were pressed into the corner by his body. His lips that touched your ear, when he whispered a joke to you that you didn't even hear, because of the dizziness caused by his scent.
In the morning, as always, you followed Jungkook, heading to another photoshoot. You almost cursed when you got out of the elevator and saw guy #2 near the security desk. And why did he have to be a courier who was delivering something to your building. "I'll be back in a minute," you quickly said to Jungkook and his manager, practically running towards the stairs with your phone next to your ear.
Fuck, that was close enough, you hit the railing taking a deep breath.
"You know him?" you practically jumped out squealing when Jungkook's voice came from behind you.
"What?" you stared at him. "Who are you talking about?" you tried to remain calm.
"That delivery guy in the lobby, do you know him?" Jungkook was looking at you carefully.
"A delivery guy? There was a delivery guy? Sorry, I didn't notice because of the phone call I had," you quickly said, giggling nervously. "Why?"
"It seemed like he knew you, he was staring at you too closely. I was even curious. That's why I asked him when he came up to get an autograph."
"And what?" You almost stopped breathing
"He said that you just looked like someone he met recently, but you weren't really the one he was looking for." Jungkook laughed, but it didn't reach his gaze, which continued to bore into you. "It's a shame you didn't get to see him, he looked like me."
"A lot of guys want to be like you, you're an idol, it's normal." You tried to keep a smile on your face, even though inside you were on the verge of a panic attack.
"How convenient, isn't it..." Jungkook almost muttered through clenched teeth.
"Pardon?" You took a step back, his gaze was too intense.
"Nothing." Jungkook shook his head, returning the smile to his face. "Just thinking out loud, don't pay attention. Let's go, we're late." Jungkook's smile grew wider as he opened the door for you, letting you in first.
What the hell, you whispered under your breath as you met Jungkook's gaze in the reflection of mirror once again. The whole day after the incident on the stairs, Jungkook had been practically burning you with his eyes every time you accidentally stumbled upon his gaze.
. . .
These past few weeks have been too hard, you exhaled as you sat down on your chair, when you returning to your office. You took a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the bottom shelf… filling the glass you turned towards the large window, watching the city at night. Today you didn’t even want to go to the bar.
You took a big sip closing your eyes, leaning back in your chair. Are you really that tired, you thought when you felt a smell that shouldn’t be in your office… a smell whose owner became your personal torture at the job you loved… a smell that made you do silly decisions and look for partners for one night, to somehow get rid of the insatiable hunger…
“Jungkook,” you exhaled when you opened your eyes and his face was right in front of yours. You didn’t even have time to react. Jungkook covered your mouth with a kiss, causing heat to spread throughout your body instantly.
What? How? Why?
Why was Jungkook in your office now? Although it's clearly not something you should care about right now, you thought as Jungkook's hand came up to cover your neck, deepening the kiss...
You pushed him away, quickly getting up from the chair, "Jungkook, stop..."
"Why?" Jungkook took a big step towards you, pulling you in again and pressing his lips to yours.
"We can't do this," you tried to stop him
"Yes, we can!" he covered your mouth with another kiss
"We work together..."
"Who cares..." he pressed his body against the wall, kissing you hungrily, making you gasp in excitement
You pushed him away, quickly moving away from him when he had leaned his head against the wall, breathing heavily.
You ran your fingers over your lips, wiping away the wetness from your kiss, breathing just as heavily as Jungkook. It was too close... too dangerous... too... everything! Because you wanted it too much!
"I don't know what came over you, but I'm going to pretend nothing just happened." You adjusted your shirt, trying to regain your composure.
"Did I ask you to do this?" Jungkook practically growled, finally turning to face you.
"That was wrong!" your jaw tensed at the look he was giving you.
"Who decided that?!"
"Jungkook!" you raised your voice
"Enough!" he shouted, making you freeze in place. "enough..." His voice almost went to a whisper, making everything inside you clench.
"We both need to calm down." You took a deep breath, trying to calm your breathing. Finding yourself on the other side of the table separating you, you tried got back your self-control, that fall apart because of Jungkook's kiss...
"Calm down you say..." Jungkook laughed, walking towards the door. You flinched as he turned the key, locking the door. "How can I calm down when I want to fuck you senseless, but you blindly don't want to notice it?"
"Are you crazy, I'm much older than you!"
"No, you're not." Jungkook slowly unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, taking steps towards you.
"Jungkook, what do you think you're doing right now?"
"I can ask you the same question, baby!" Jungkook pulled out a photos from his back pocket, throwing them on the table in front of you.
"What the f..." you froze in shock. The photos were of you and the guys you slept with. Your mouth dropped open as the photos all started with the first guy from the bar. "Were you following me?" you stared at Jungkook, who was glaring at you.
"Did you leave me a choice?" Jungkook's gaze turned dark. "No wonder he didn't recognize you, I didn't even think you looked that hot with short hair." Jungkook pointed to the photo of the delivery guy, where you were wearing a wig with short hair.
"Jungkook, this is inappropriate!"
"And you thought I would be appropriate after you started fucking guys who look like me?" his laughter made your insides clench.
"Jungkook..."
"I'm sure some of these guys are at least a few years younger than me," Jungkook ran his fingers over the pictures before picking up the one of you kissing a guy at a bar from the table. "Did you ask his age before or after you pushed your tongue in his mouth?" Jungkook growled, crumpling the picture into his fist. "I'm not sure you even asked their names," Jungkook smirked as he stood in front of you, making you back against the wall. "Although... who cares what their names are, I was the one whom you fucked every time."
"That's not..."
Jungkook covered your mouth with his hand, shutting you up. "I've been patient enough to hope that you'd finally come to me on your own!" he growled, moving his hand to your neck. "But my patience has run out." Jungkook bit into your lips
It wasn't a kiss, it was pure madness. You moaned as your back was pressed against your desk. “Jungkook...” you tried to stop him as his fingers ripped your panties to shreds. He leaned down to your ear, running his tongue down your neck.
“That’s the only thing that should come out of your mouth tonight!” he whispered before his teeth sank into your skin, making you scream. He spread your legs wide, licking his fingers before pushing them into your pussy. You moaned, his hard thrusts driving you crazy.
“Please, Jungkook.” You didn’t care about anything anymore, the only thing you wanted was his cock inside your pussy.
“You should have asked me from the very beginning!” Jungkook continued to tease you.
“Fuck, shut up and fuck me, Jungkook!” you sat up, pulling him in for a kiss.
He pulled you by the hips to the edge of the table, pushing his entire length into you. You couldn't control the tremors that shot through your body. "Fuck, Jungkook," you gasped in pleasure.
Jungkook hugged you, digging his fingers into your skin, continuing to pound into you with hard thrusts. 5 minutes with him felt like an eternity... although it may has been passed an eternity...
Your body exploded with an orgasm, breaking every bone in your body. He let go of you, allowing you to fall onto the table. Jungkook braced his hands on the table, continuing to fuck you hard, reaching his orgasm. Your head was spinning so much that you thought you were going to pass out. He pulled out of you before his hot cum shot covered your belly.
"I want to kill everyone who saw your face soaked in pleasure that belongs only to me!" Jungkook ran his hand down your body, smearing his cum all over your belly and breast. You laughed softly at how possessive the gesture was. You grabbed his wrist, lifting his hand to your mouth and licking his sperm off his fingers. Jungkook growled as you took his fingers into your mouth. “Fuck.” Jungkook pulled you in, latching onto your lips.
You chuckled as he pulled away from your lips, looking hungrily at your body. “I still can’t believe you hired someone to spy on me.” You shook your head.
“I still can’t believe you fucked guys looks like me while thought about me.” Jungkook growled through clenched teeth.
“I don’t like this game anymore.” You said, trying to pull away from him, standing up from the table.
You exhaled loudly as you found yourself face-first into the table the next second. “Baby...” he whispered in your ear, making you forget how to breathe. “The game hasn’t even started yet!”
You are the best friend of another member, but he has never seen you as a friend, since the very first meeting he has been eager to possess you. You perceive him exclusively as a friend and have never seen him as a guy, and he has never felt anything but wild excitement and lust filling his body and mind next to you. Due to lack of space, you ended up on his lap, pressed tightly against his groin, which caused a completely not “friendly” reaction in his pants!
Kim Seokjin
You sat on his lap, as if he were a couch. And immediately pressed your crotch against his erection.
He looked around, making sure that everyone were absorbed in the game. He squeezed your hips.
"Stop it."
You are still smiling, not realizing that you have already driven him to the point of breaking down.
"You have no idea what you are doing to me with your ass. But if you move again, I will not hold back. Not even next to Namjoon, who is sitting at arm's length."
Min Yoongi
Everyone settled in front of the fireplace, looking out the large window at the snow. A dark room, dim light from the fire. And you were next to him, enveloping him with your scent, making his pants get tighter. You turned, settling yourself on him, throwing your leg over his thighs. Hot, soft. Thighs - right on his cock.
He tensed up instantly.
- "You don't feel it? Under you? Then I'll tell you..."
His fingers squeezed your thigh, pressing your inner thigh against his hard cock.
"You're kidding, calling me a friend. Even though you're squirming on my cock like it belongs to you."
Kim Namjoon
You sat on his lap, in the backseat of the cramped car. You turned around, hugged him around the neck, pressing your nose into his neck in an attempt to warm up because it was cold. And it was cold, but clearly not for him. You moved every time the car slowed down or turned, not noticing how you were torturing him. You squirmed on him, laughing at another of Jimin's jokes, making him almost cum in his pants from the sensations. He dug his fingers into your waist, making you freeze in place, moving closer to your ear
"Sit still, before I decide to fuck you in front of everyone," he growled, pushing his erection into your crotch.
You didn't laugh anymore. Not because you were scared, but because you realized - he could. Right here and now!
Jung Hoseok
He didn't even realize how you ended up on his lap in a crowded room. And while everyone was laughing and having fun, he was slowly going crazy. Fuck, he cursed under his breath as you continued to laugh and joke around with the rest of the members. It wasn't that he wasn't happy about you being on his lap, but it definitely wasn't the same for the two of you. His cock was sticking out more and more with every movement you made, making him feels achingly aroused.
You froze as you once again slid your hips down his length, ending up fully on his cock, making him practically hiss. He squeezed your thigh hard as your whole body tensed up with the realization.
"You're not ready for what I want to do to you!" he whispered in your ear. "So stop wiggling your ass on my cock or I'll show you how wrong you were to choose my lap as the safest place!" he growled in your ear...
Park Jimin
He was sitting with the members in the living room watching a movie when you joined them. You climbed on his lap with your legs, settling down as if it wasn't him, but your favorite pillow. But you didn't even realize that every time you changed your position, your soft, warm, arousing crotch rubbed against his already painful erection. You giggled watching the guys argue after the unexpected turn in the plot...
He sighed, pressing you to his body in a far from friendly way...
"If you bump into my cock again, I'll show you what it's like to sit not on a friend, but on someone who wants you to the point of madness!" He growled menacingly.
Kim Taehyung
They were sitting in the kitchen at the big table, choosing what to order for dinner. You sat on his lap, staring at the menu on the table. Without thinking, just sat down, as if he was not a guy, but a chair. He had been holding back for years. But your movements were destroying his self-control every minute...
Fuck, he cursed silently when once again you fidgeted on his lap.
He bit his lip to keep from moaning. He squeezed your thigh hard, forcing your crotch to press completely against his cock. You exhaled sharply, turning all the way to the side, staring at him with wide eyes and subtitles on your face - we're just friends...
"Yeah! I'm not your friend!" he growled. "You're just a girl who rubs her ass against my cock, thinking I'm a saint."
Jeon Jungkook
You were in a circle of friends at a bar, you fell on his lap, laughing at someone's joke. He felt you pressed against his groin - and this immediately awakened the beast in him. Your carefree attitude was driving him crazy, and images that were far from friendly were already spinning in his head.
You did not notice anything, immersed in the conversation. Your palm accidentally lay on his dick when you were trying to get comfortable. Your body shuddered, he saw goosebumps run down your skin.
He squeezed your wrist sharply before you could react and whispered in a low and cold voice:
"If you want to remain friends, forget about what you feel now, and I will forget about how much I want to impale you on my dick!"
"Do you have such a good memory or do I come here too often?" you asked laughing, looking at the drink that appeared faster than your ass landed on the bar chair.
"Two in one" the bartender chuckled winking at you. "Although this is more of a memorable submissive that does not subjugate to dominants" he laughed crossing his arms over his chest.
"Aaah... so I have a bad reputation in this club" you smiled taking a sip of the strong drink.
"You could say that..."
"Well isn't it my fault... how can I submit to a Dominant who is afraid to bring me to my knees" you shrugged
"Mmm... should I try my luck as your Dominant?"
"Is it worth it to make our wonderful bartender-client relationship awkward?" You winked at the bartender smiling.
"Oh, you're a meanie" he snorted.
"By the way, what's with the atmosphere in this place today. Is it just me or is everyone really that nervous?" you asked looking around the club
"Oh... that..." he chuckled softly "the owner of the club is supposed to be here today"
"Aaaah, the *legendary owner* that everyone keeps talking about?" You clapped your hands and laughed.
"Oh right, you just showed up here not that long ago so you haven't seen him yet" the bartender laughed louder before practically eating you up with his eyes looking you over from head to toe... "Damn... this is gonna be interesting. Oh, the future scene is already making me insanely hard on" he growled before heading to the other end of the bar.
Your glass froze before touching your lips as the club suddenly went silent. This is interesting, you thought, turning your head towards the exit. Your eyes widened when you saw HIM! You didn't even have to ask if this man was the owner. The power that emanated from him filled every inch of the club, filling the air with a predatory and viscous power, forcing everyone present to look at the floor. You tried to figure out what exactly was so confusing about this man dressed in all black, who, like a shark, slowly moved through the crowd on the first floor.
It felt like all the air was knocked out of your lungs with a powerful blow. A small white square that made your mouth open in a mixture of surprise and shock. This man... he was a priest. This stately man who could bring even the strongest Dominant to his knees with just one look, was a fucking priest!
Your jaw tensed as his gaze met yours. You could feel the slight tremors that took over your body with every step this man took towards you. You slowly stood up from your chair before dropping to your knees, like every other submissive in the bar area. Your heart began to beat faster as a pair of black oxfords appeared right in front of you.
"Aren't you radiating too much power kneeling in such a submissive position?" his voice was as deep as his gaze.
"Perhaps the priest who owns a secret elite BDSM club is forcing my professional personality to come out, contrary to my inner submissive. Unfortunately, these two don't get along very well," you said, grinning, looking at the floor.
"The reporter, whose name is on everyone's lips due to high-profile articles, is a VIP member of a secret elite BDSM club owned by a priest." His voice was completely emotionless, which made you even more nervous. Your jaw tensed, of course he knew everything about you...
"Is that a threat?"
"Did you feel it?" You looked up, but a strong slap made you look back down at the floor. You laughed softly, not because of the slap, but because of the intense arousal it caused. "I heard you were a defiant, but I didn't know you weren't trained in basic etiquette." Your mouth watered with thirst when you heard the slightest hint of amusement in his voice. You exhaled sharply, barely holding back the trembling in your body when he squatted down in front of you. His cold fingers ran over the skin on your cheek that was hot from the slap. He slightly lifted your chin up, but you still looked at the floor. You shuddered slightly when he moved closer to your ear, still holding your chin in his fingers. "One slap turned a fierce lioness into a submissive kitten. Now I wonder how submissive you will become after spending the whole night at my mercy." He whispered softly before letting you go, standing back up. You couldn't take another breath from the arousal that was choking you. It seemed like if just one more word came out of this man's mouth, you would cum right now.
He walked past you, sitting down on your chair. Only now, slightly raising your gaze, you realized that the bar area was completely empty and closed with thick curtains separating you from the club. You were so focused on this man that you did not hear what was happening around you.
"Turn around" you froze from the clear order in his voice. You slowly turned towards him, still looking at the floor. You swallowed loudly when you realized that you were between his long legs. As soon as you raised your head, your face would be only a couple of inches from his crotch. “Wider,” he said, and you didn’t need to clarify what exactly he was talking about. You spread your thighs as wide as you could, placing your hands on top of your thighs. His fingers traced the side of your neck, lifting your face all the way up. Goosebumps ran through your body as you met his gaze again. You gulped loudly as your gaze slid over his skin and the few buttons undone on his shirt where a moment ago there had been a white priest collar. Your eyes widened when you saw the tattoos covering his skin. But even more surprised was his sinful beauty. “Open your mouth,” he took your glass, taking a sip. Leaning forward slightly, he opened his mouth slightly, allowing the liquid to flow and fill your mouth. You took a sip of the scalding drink, feeling everything inside you twist into a tight knot. "God is clearly more at calm with you on his side," you whispered, looking at his beautiful angel face. Your eyes widened as you realized you had said it out loud. You quickly looked down at the floor, expecting another slap because of your cheeky mouth. But instead, you heard a quiet laugh that made your blood turn to ice.
"You think?" he asked still laughing. His fingers grabbed your chin making you flinch. His thumb slid into your mouth pressing your tongue. You barely kept yourself from flinching in pain from his actions. You smiled slightly. Only now did it dawn on you what you had been feeling all this time. In front of you sat not just a dominant, but also a sadist. Dangerous, strong, inspiring fear equal to arousal - a sadist! The pain was so strong that it was impossible to get used to it, but for some reason it made you even wetter between your legs.
He released you as tears rolled down your cheeks. He ran his fingers over the wet trail on your cheek before touching his lips with his fingertips. "I'm not a masochist" you whispered barely keeping calm, still feeling the pain that slowly spread throughout your body.
Your jaw clenched as he laughed softly at your words. "Mmm," he shook his head. "I wonder if it's your profession or if your gut instinct allows you to see the true face of someone in front of you?" he asked, but the question was clearly not meant to be answered. He stood up from his chair, running his fingers through your hair before disappearing as suddenly as he had appeared.
You plopped down on the floor, unable to stop the violent tremors that ran through your body. Your fingers dug into your forearm, which was helping you up off the floor. You winced when you met the bartender's gaze, who helped you sit down on the nearest couch. "Yeah, that's exactly what he is," the bartender said with a smirk, covering you with a blanket.
. . .
“Fuck... you idiot! And what do you think you’re doing here?” You couldn’t stop scolding yourself when you found yourself in front of the doors of the church... His church. You continued to walk in circles in front of the entrance, not daring to cross the threshold.
You were glad that the service had already started, as it gave you the opportunity to remain unnoticed. Sitting in the last row in a dark corner, you continued to look at everyone around. There were quite a lot of people for Wednesday. For a second, you mentally laughed whether people came for the service or to look at the handsome face of the priest.
You almost opened your mouth in surprise at how different his aura was from the one in the club. Now, in front of your eyes, he was bright, warm and caring. You grinned, wondering if this could be considered a hypocrite. Or are these two parts of one whole. Even after the end, no one was in a hurry to leave, wanting to talk to him. He gave everyone his radiant smile, making people glow with happiness. Whatever dirt you wanted to find here, there clearly wasn't any. You snorted, almost in irritation at his perfection. You wandered the empty hallways, looking at the stickers and children's drawings of thanks on the walls.
"I haven't seen you before," a voice behind you made you flinch slightly.
Your eyes widened in surprise when you turned to see a teenager. "This is my first time here," you replied, smiling slightly.
"I hope you don't have any bad thoughts..." he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I mean father Kim"
"Bad thoughts?" You raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"You didn't take your eyes off father Kim the entire service." He narrowed his eyes, looking at you suspiciously. "And you're too beautiful," he snorted, and you laughed.
"That sounds like a disadvantage."
"Yeah! You're so beautiful that it might make Taehyung think about leaving the church," the boy snorted.
"Taehyung?" You asked in surprise
"Yeah. Father Kim allows us to call him by his first name. That's why I wouldn't want to lose such a wonderful mentor who really helps for someone like us and not just scolding for every single action!" he practically muttered.
"A teenager defending a priest, that's something new. Remembering my youth, I hated going to church," you smiled. "Although... I think the priest in that church was about 150 years old and he led the service at a speed of 50 words per hour," you shrugged and grinned.
"Yeah, we had one like that before. And then Taehyung came. He's not like anyone else," the teenager practically glowed with happiness when talking about him.
"That's for sure," you snorted under your breath.
“That’s why don’t even think about him. If you want to seduce someone, seduce me, beautiful lady! I’m almost 18 and I’m full of energy for all your fantasies!” the guy winked at you, looking you up and down with a hungry gaze.
Winked? Your mouth dropped open in shock, and you laughed out loud at the blatant flirting from this boy.
“Unfortunately, my prayers for your discretion were not answered today either, Luca!” HIS voice sounded behind you, causing the teen to run away giggling and blowing you a kiss.
You turned towards him, once again amazed by his beauty. You continued to stand silently in the middle of the empty hallway, looking at each other, having lost track of time. “You won’t even ask why I’m here?” You finally broke the silence.
“Do I really need pretend that I don’t know the answer to this question?” He chuckled as he walked past you towards the exit. You snorted, following him. You didn't even know why you were following him, but for some reason the thought of leaving didn't even cross your mind.
You were surprised at how dark it was outside when you walked out the back door of the church. You walked along the path that wound between the tall trees until you found yourself in front of the house. You turned towards the church but couldn't see it because of the thick trees separating you. "What is this place?" you asked, looking around, but you couldn't see anything except trees.
"My house," he said calmly. You stopped abruptly, as if someone had punched you, knocking all the air out of you. Your eyes widened as a sudden fear filled your body.
"Are you obsessed with privacy that much?" You clenched your fists as the words flew out without even thinking. Your profession will ruin you. You should control yourself better, especially around him.
He didn't answer, slowly walking up to the door. He opened the door, stepping into the depths of the darkness of his house. It took all your courage to cross that threshold, stepping into the consuming darkness. It was so dark that you couldn't even tell if you were still in the same room with him or not. You slowly stepped forward, hoping not to bump into anything on your way. You squealed loudly, covering your mouth, when he suddenly appeared behind you, loudly slamming the front door.
"Be brave," he said and you continued to step forward. You practically exhaled when he lit a candle, filling the large room with dim light. You were at a loss as to what you should do. All your thoughts were erased, leaving only an animal fear. And you didn't even see him...
You turned towards him, and immediately regretted it. The slap was so hard that it made you lose your balance, plopping down on the floor. You laughed as the heat of excitement filled your body. "Finally, we speak the same language" you whispered quietly, kneeling down. Now you knew exactly who was in front of you now. You smirked when such a strong pain passed in a matter of minutes. Even last time, you were shocked that such a strong slap did not leave a single mark on your face.
The room was so quiet that you were not even sure if he was still in the room, but you did not really want to check. You flinched when the barely audible creak of a chair was heard behind you. It seemed like an eternity had passed, but he still did not break the silence. You trembled with anticipation ... was it okay for you to talk, should you get up from your knees, or was it better to remain submissive until the order from Him sounded. You slightly raised your head and flinched when you met his gaze in the reflection of the glass door of the bookcase.
"You can't even sit still for 10 minutes?" He chuckled, and a shudder ran through your body. "You said you weren't a masochist..." He stood up from his chair and you involuntarily shuddered in fear. "But your blatant disobedience, deserving punishment, makes me think otherwise." He walked up to you, and it took all your self-control not to pull away from him. "Should I show you who you really are?" A tight grip on your hair made you sigh in pain. He pulled your hair down, forcing you to raise your head to meet his dark gaze.
"Since I'm going to get punished anyway, let me ask how such different personalities coexist in one body?" You chuckled before groaning in pain.
With one jerk, he lifted you to your feet, turning you to face him.
"Okay... I wouldn't be so interested if you obeyed without resistance." The smile on his face made you tremble in fear. Only now did you notice that the priest collar was missing, as well as the hint of clemency. "I advise you to choose a safe word," he said, running his fingers along your neck before squeezing it. This time, the trembling wasn't just from fear.
"Saint," you moaned, and Taehyung chuckled, noding his head.
"As you say," he replied, letting go of you. "Follow me," you lowered your head, hiding your smile. You were simply going crazy with excitement at the sound of his orders, because they were imbued with an all-consuming absolute power. You slowly followed him deeper into the dark hallway until you found yourself in front of the stairs leading to the basement. "Even the slightest mistake here will be severely punished," he warned as your mouth opened to blurt out a caustic comment about the basement. You clenched your teeth, mentally glad that your thoughts were not voiced out loud. “Anything I should know?” He turned to face you and you took a step back at how dark and heavy his gaze was.
“Needles,” you practically whispered and he nodded before heading down the stairs. You covered your mouth as you gasped loudly in surprise. His basement resembled the most vinegary torture chamber. He pointed to a table and you didn’t need to be told what your next step was. You slowly undressed, trying to keep your fingers from shaking. You turned and saw him standing in front of the St. Andrew’s cross.
Isn't that blasphemous.. you clenched your teeth tighter before that thought could leave your mouth... maybe you should ask for a gag.
"It won't save you," he said, and you flinched as you realized he was watching you. "I mean a gag..." he chuckled. "After all, your every thought is clearly written on your face."
You rolled your eyes and immediately regretted it. A strong hand grabbed your neck, slamming you into the wall behind you. "Wasn't my warning clear enough," he growled.
"I'm sorry, Sir," you whispered, gasping for air as his grip tightened.
"What exactly are you asking for forgiveness for? For coming to my church? For being disappointed when you didn't find what you came here for? Or for continuing to test my patience with your very existence?"
Every word he said made your body shake harder. The darkness of his eyes consumed you... you fell to your knees as he released you. You gulped loudly as you watched him. He walked up to the cross, running his fingers over the smooth wood.
He turned his head slightly in your direction, and you didn't need to voice his next order. You rose from the floor, walking towards the cross as he headed towards the wall covered with all type of spanking tools.
You looked at the cross in front of you, which seemed completely untouched.
"You are the first person to cross the threshold of this house," he answered your unspoken question. You flinched as his cold palm pressed against your hot skin, pushing you to the wooden cross in front of you. His fingers quickly and too skillfully fastened the straps on your wrists and ankles.
You moaned loudly as the blow landed on your back. "Count," Taehyung growled.
"one..."
The slap, the pain, the heat... "two"... you were choking.
"three..."
"four"
"five"
"six"
"seven"
Your body was no longer yours. Tears were running down your cheeks. You could barely breathe because of the sobs choking you. The pain was squeezing your body in a vice, covering you with a new shade of pain with each slap. Your safe word was practically on the tip of your tongue. But then why did you want him to not stop instead.
"eight.. nine... ...nineteen... twenty" you heard the rattan cane fall to the floor, making you gasp, fighting the pain that was devouring you. The pain was unbearable, then why were you so excited and wet. Proving with your whole body that he was right. He untied you and you sat down on the floor, your legs refusing to hold you up.
"Here," he ordered. You sighed loudly when you turned around to see him sitting on a chair that looked like a throne.
You slowly crawled towards him on trembling legs and arms. He was so calm, only a barely noticeable trace of sweat on his neck exposed the fact that he was the one who destroyed your body. His total calm, made your body throb, especially between your legs. He sat silently, drilling you with dark eyes. Challenging you with what you would able do next. You gulped, suddenly thirsty, when he spread his legs wide, allowing you to crawl close to him. Your trembling fingers slowly pulled towards his pants. You were on the edge... you sighed when your fingers touched his pants, slowly unbuttoning them. The fact that he allowed you to touch felt like it was only your imagination and not reality. You moaned softly, wrapping your fingers around his hard cock. You quickly lowered your mouth onto his length, afraid that he might change his mind. He sat absolutely motionless with a mask of calm on his face.
“Deeper” he ordered and you obeyed lower your mouth on his length. “I said deeper” he practically growled. You took him deeper, until his cock slid into your throat, taking away your ability to breathe. Your eyes were stinging with tears and your lungs were burning with lack of air. He had given you a stark choice: survival or submission!
You looked up in hopes of salvation, but his gaze was like a knife, slowly sliding between your ribs. You moaned in desperate relief as his cum filled your throat, making you come along with him. You leaned back, finally taking a breath. He stood up from the chair, returning to his original appearance, while you lay on the floor completely destroyed by his dominion.
“Wash yourself. Get dressed. And if you ever again decide that you have the right to cross the line - I will show you where your choice ends” his gaze was as merciless as his tone. He turned and headed towards the exit. "The church visit is over," he said before leaving the chamber.
What does Probability Theory say about how many random encounters must occur to understand that this is not an accident?
. . .
Kim Taehyung is a smart, handsome and obscenely rich owner of a largest corporation. He is used to people around him only being interested in the number of zeros in his bank account. But he especially hated those who so brazenly and openly tried to almost sell their daughters for the opportunity to receive investments from him. Another blind date, organized by his persistent parents, only irritated him. He arrived at the hotel and headed to the restaurant where the meeting was arranged.
- Excuse me, sir, but unfortunately the restaurant is closed to visitors right now, - the hostess politely tried to stop him.
- I am expected! - he snapped, passing by, without even looking in the hostess's direction.
"Booked the entire restaurant? Hah. Showy and stupid. A typical attempt to impress." Taehyung massaged his temples, feeling a headache from the upcoming painful meeting with the spoiled princess. "No matter how much money they have, it's still not enough to be my equal." Taehyung snorted under his breath as he walked through the empty restaurant.
His gaze fell on the only set table by the window. A girl was already sitting there - her back straight, her movements calm, her gaze directed at the window. Without waiting for an invitation, Taehyung resolutely walked up and sat down opposite her, immediately burying his face in the menu.
"I hope your family didn't spend all the company's funds on renting this restaurant," he said sarcastically. "That would look too... pathetic."
Silence. Taehyung chuckled. Did he really hit a sore spot on the first try? He looked up when after a good 5 minutes the silence was still unbroken. A piercing cold gaze met his. The girl who was sitting in fron of him, looking at him attentively. Quite a strong aura, he thought. What he had heard about her did not fit into the picture of what he saw in front of him now. The girl only raised an eyebrow in a silent question...
Taehyung rolled his eyes, she could at least ask who she had a date with, considering how much her family begged for this meeting. Taehyung took out a business card and put it in front of the girl, but she did not even look at it, keeping looking right into his eyes.
"Listen, I'm only here for show, if something does not suit you, I suggest ending this ridiculous meeting. I have other things to do with my precious time" Taehyung said with displeasure.
The girl bowed her head, mockingly looking at him. "I sincerely feel sorry for the person with whom you have a meeting" you chuckled, getting up from the table and leaving the restaurant.
"It would be better to have a spoiled princess than an arrogant bitch" he growled, taking out your phone that did not stop ringing. "What!?"
"President, where are you? You were supposed to arrive for a date 30 minutes ago!" your assistant yelled into the phone.
"What are you talking about, I'm on it. Or rather, she just ran away from it. Tell her parents to forget about any investing from me in their company. They should keep more focus on raising their impudent daughter." Taehyung stood up from his seat, leaving the restaurant and heading out to the parking lot.
"What? I just talked to her and she's waiting for you in the restaurant at the Grand Hotel, almost in tears!"
"The Grand Hotel? What are you talking about? I'm at Seoul Plaza!" Taehyung looked at the phone when the silence hung for too long.
"President..." a trembling voice finally break a silents. "The meeting was rescheduled, but I didn't update it in your schedule."
Taehyung rolled his eyes at such a stupid mistake. He took the car keys but stopped turning towards the hotel. Then who did he just meet.
"Would you like me to reschedule the meeting for another day?"
"Yes!" Taehyung snorted as he got into the car. "No..." He leaned back in the seat. "I don't want to waste another day on this madness. Let her wait." Taehyung turned towards the Gran Hotel, pressing the gas pedal to the floor.
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You just wanted to have lunch alone. It had been a tough day: endless meetings, calls, business proposals, and preparations for a huge project to open your new hotel in Busan... And now - the long-awaited silence, peace, your favorite table by the window. One hour without hypocrisy and pressure. The best privilege of being a hotel owner, one word from you will allow you to enjoy the silence of the restaurant, which is constantly packed with people.
But the peace was broken.
He appeared like a storm, confident, with perfect posture and a face as if carved from marble. He didn't even look in her direction. He just sat down - as if this place belonged to him a priori and he had the right to it.
Insolent. Smug. And clearly thinks that the whole world revolves around him.
You heard his caustic remark and only raised an eyebrow reservedly.
He thinks that I booked all this for a meeting with him? Interesting. Confidence bordering on stupidity.
He didn't look at you - and that irritated you even more than his caustic words saturated with hatred.
A man like that is incapable of seeing beyond his own ego. He's probably used to women flouncing around his feet. How... predictable he is.
When he put the card in front of you, your lips twitched in a smirk. You didn't even look down - why should you? Name and company are not important to you, plus they are unlikely to surprise you. He has no idea who he is talking to right now.
"I sincerely feel sorry for the person with whom you have a meeting" you said, no longer wanting to participate in this farce. You stood up and left the restaurant without turning around.
- - -
You walked to the window with coffee in your hands and grinned when you saw him leaving the building.
Cold glass, soft light, the rustling of the city. Even without hearing the conversation, it was clear that he was practically seething with anger... Only for one brief moment, his confidence was replaced by confusion bordering on interest when he looked towards the hotel.
You slightly narrowed your eyes, examining him. No matter how you looked, everything screamed about his greatness and power.
Interesting... You smiled to yourself, took a sip of coffee and slowly moved away from the window.
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He entered the restaurant of the Grand Hotel, feeling growing irritation. The second date in a day - and both were the fault of the assistant.
Why did I even agree to this?, he thought, already regretting his decision.
As soon as he sat down at the table, a fragile girl with a dazzling smile appeared in front of him. She coquettishly adjusted her hair and blinked her eyelashes, as if playing the role of a princess from an old fairy tale.
"Oh my god, finally! I thought you wouldn't come at all!" she said with a feigned sigh. "You have no idea how nervous I was!"
I can imagine, he mentally snorted, considering how she'd been calling his assistant over and over and sent over a hundred messages.
"But never mind!" she clapped her hands. "We met, and that's the main thing! Fate, no doubt!"
Taehyung looked up. "Fate?"
"Yeah! It was all so confusing, but in the end we're here! I actually believe in signs like that! Oh, don't you think this restaurant is too... boring? It's just missing something special. Like a huge chocolate fountain!"
"...Excuse me?" Taehyung re-asked, not entirely sure he'd actually heard what he'd heard.
"Well, that's so romantic! I loved chocolate fountains when I was a kid!" She giggled and leaned closer. "Although what am I saying, I still love them!"
Taehyung closed the menu and rubbed the bridge of his nose, unable to cope with the absurdity of this conversation.
"Oh also!" she continued, not noticing his absent gaze. "I had suuuuuch a dream last night! As if I were a princess from another era, and my fiancé was a dragon! Can you imagine? Although to be honest, dragons scare me... They are so huge, and they can breathe fire. I wish it was a unicorn. I love unicorns. They are so cute! How wonderful it would be to be able to have such a pet."
The headache began to slowly but surely increase.
"Oh, I haven't told you yet! I have three dogs! One is called Pinky, the second is Lulu, and the third is Fifi! They are adorable, they love to wear bows. Wait, I have a portfolio for each of them!..”
Taehyung glanced at his watch. Only ten minutes had passed. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Patience. Just an hour. Then I’ll leave and never return to this nonsense again. But each new phrase she said reminded him of what their first meeting could have been like… if there had been another girl. A cold look. Calm. A restrained but obvious mockery in her eyes. Taehyung suddenly realized that he saw her in front of him again. The one who left him alone with his own arrogance. If only this hour would end sooner…
. . .
A week later:
The business party was taking place in one of the most luxurious restaurants in the city. In the noise of conversations, the clinking of glasses and the jazz music playing in the background, Taehyung felt trapped.
He endured. Conducted empty conversations. Held a glass of whiskey in his hand and answered questions that did not matter to him. After an hour, he was completely tired of the general hypocrisy.
Enough.
He quietly left the room and headed to the terrace. The night air was fresh, a light breeze pleasantly cooled his hot skin. Taehyung approached the railing, ran his hand over his neck, trying to relax the tense muscles. It was then that he noticed that he was not alone.
A little to the side, leaning against a column, stood she. That same girl.
You looked at the city lights, not noticing him. You had a glass of wine in your hand, but you didn’t even take a sip, just swirled the liquid around in the glass.
Taehyung froze. Coincidence? Something inside him tensed. It couldn’t be…
As if you sensed his gaze, you turned your head and finally met his eyes.
A moment of silence. And then— a slight smile.
“I hope you’re in the right place this time,” you said, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Taehyung clenched his jaw, but the corners of his lips twitched.
“Who knows,” he replied, taking a lazy sip of whiskey. “Maybe I’m just lucky enough to meet strange people.”
You tilted your head slightly, looking at him carefully. “And how was your real date?”
Taehyung chuckled, remembering the stream of meaningless words that he had been tormenting with for an entire hour.
“Wonderful,” he answered hoarsely. "Almost died."
You laughed, briefly but sincerely. "Now I even feel sorry for you," you said mockingly.
"And I feel sorry for you," Taehyung suddenly said with all seriousness. You looked at him questioningly. "You definitely did not deserve that rudeness from me. I sincerely apologize for my behavior that day," Taehyung said confidently, bowing before looking into your eyes again.
You raised an eyebrow slightly, genuine surprise written on your face. "Interesting," you said before nodding your head, returning the mask of calm. "You look like a person who never apologizes."
"You're not far off the mark, I can count how many times I've apologized to someone in my life with one hand," Taehyung chuckled, taking a sip of whiskey.
You tilted your head slightly, looking at him with new interest. "So I should feel special?"
Taehyung shrugged. "That's up to you."
You narrowed your eyes slightly, as if deciding whether to continue this conversation. But before you could say anything, a voice came from the hall, call you back into the hall.
You glanced toward the exit, then back at Taehyung.
"Well... if we meet again, maybe I'll consider your apology."
And before he could answer, you turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. Taehyung watched you go, feeling a slight hint of annoyance.
She hadn't said her name.
But that didn't matter now. He was definitely going to find out who are you.
. . .
The elevator rose slowly and the silence inside was almost comfortable. You entered just as the doors were about to close, the faint scent of your perfume filling the space. Taehyung glanced up, smirking when he saw you. “It’s a hobby of yours to show up when I least expect it,” he remarked, crossing his arms.
“And you seem to have a habit of being the first one everywhere. Just in the spoiled rich people style,” you smirked, pressing the button for the floor you needed without looking.
“Well, someone has to be the first one, since you’re always late,” he turned to face you, letting the corners of his lips curl up in a cocky manner.
“Or maybe I’m just making a dramatic entrance for effect,” she shrugged, her eyes flicking over him. “Looks like I did it again.”
He chuckled, tilting his head. “I’m not sure what you do for a living, but have you considered going into marketing? With that attitude, sales are guaranteed to explode.”
“And you could probably teach a course on arrogance. Very expensively ”
You both glared at each other before you burst out laughing, not loudly, but with that weird feeling when something crackles in the air between jokes. The elevator dinged and the doors began to open.
“Anyway, good luck with the meeting,” you said, leaning forward slightly, your grin so playful he almost forgot why he’d come here in the first place.
“Thank you, miss...” he squinted, waiting for the name.
“See you later, Mr. ‘I’m always first,’” you winked and stepped into the hall.
And then their assistants were already running to greet them.
“President, you’ve arrived! Oh, let me introducing Ms. ____, the owner of the Seoul Plaza Hotel."
"Ms. ______, you're finally here! Oh, let me introducing you to our main investor, Kim Taehyung!"
They both turned around at the same time. There was a silence, as if someone had pressed pause.
" ... Well," Taehyung said slowly, "it looks like you're not late today."
"And you're not the first," she grinned, straightening her shoulders. "Welcome to my playground, Mr. Investor."
. . .
He lazily walked into the room after everyone had gathered, as if this was not an important discussion of a million-dollar project at all, but an ordinary social visit. His gaze immediately found you - a strict suit, hair tied back, cold posture, without a trace of the playfulness that had been in the elevator. Interesting. Very interesting.
She nodded slightly in greeting - not even a smile. Cold. He held back a grin.
You want to play this game seriously? Let's see who's the first to break.
He sat down opposite, leaned his elbows on the table, opened the folder without even looking. His gaze was fixed on you.
"Mr. Kim," you began in a flat, almost lifeless voice. "Thank you for your visit. I hope the project will interest you from the point of view of strategic investments."
"Let's just say I'm already intrigued. Especially... in the presentation," Taehyung deliberately ran his gaze over your face, lingering gaze on your lips, not hiding a smirk.
You didn't even flinch. Not a single emotion. Cold, clear, precise.
"We offer a hotel format designed for the premium segment with the highest level of privacy. The project is designed for clients with special requests - influential, demanding, spoiled."
"Is this how you described me or a portrait of your target audience?" he said with a lazy sneer, tapping his finger on the table and making everyone at the table tense up. Everyone except you.
"I described what you might pay for," you said calmly, not even meeting his gaze.
"Well, at least someone in this room knows how to sell," he chuckled. "Although that tone sounds more like an antique - precious, cold and dangerous."
You turned the slide over and finally looked him straight in the eye.
"I prefer negotiations to be about numbers, not metaphors. Especially... low-brow ones."
Oh. He touched a nerve. Finally. He leaned forward, hovering over the table, coming as close to you as the table between you would allow. "I'll let you in on a secret, since this is your first project of this scale, but if I hadn't been happy with the numbers, this meeting would never have happened." he practically whispered to you.
You were silent, biting your lower lip for just a moment before you returned to your perfect mask.
Well, well... not as icy as you want to seem.
The whole meeting was a game for him. He didn't listen to the architects, didn't look at the graphs of expected profits, because he knew all of this anyway and could tell and draw each graph from memory. All his attention was on you. On how skillfully you evaded his provocations. How you continued to maintain control. And how you tensed up slightly, catching his gaze on you.
When the meeting ended, he stood up first and came closer to you. Much closer than business boundaries allowed.
"A wonderful presentation, Miss ____. If you'd smiled just once, I might have already signed the contract."
She looked up at him, icy, precise, piercing.
"It's good that our business doesn't depend on your sense of humor."
"For now..." he chuckled, taking a step back, "but who knows, maybe next time we meet you'll add a little warmth. Although I wouldn't mind to forcing you."
You didn't answer. You just burned him with your gaze. And he left the room with a feeling of absolute satisfaction.
Dangerous. But that's what makes you interesting. And he didn't like it when he gets interested.
. . .
"Le Néant" was an establishment that didn't have a sign. It couldn't be found on search engines, it wasn't even spoken about in a whisper. It wasn't advertised - people just went there. Only those whose names moved the markets and changed the price of shares simply by choosing a beige tie instead of a black one.
Taehyung walked in, silently as always. The doors closed behind him as silently as always.
There was no menu. No unnecessary words. Only select members and staff who knew more than you could say out loud. They read from the way you walked, from the way you looked, from the way you adjusted a cufflink or ran your hand through your hair. This place didn’t serve - it knew what you needed.
Taehyung sat down in his chair - in the corner, overlooking the night city, where even the noise of the metropolis was muffled to a smooth hum under the leather upholstery. A glass appeared as if it had materialized out of thin air. He took a long sip, letting the liquid fill everything inside him with fire. Dark, smoky, sharp as a blade to match his mood. He didn’t seek solitude. He demanded it. And this place was made for it.
So when he noticed you, his body reacted faster than his mind. You were sitting in the other corner of the bar, alone. The same pose. The same crossed legs. And the expression on your face - like this evening belonged only to you. No emotion. Just a look. And a nod. Almost imperceptible. You knew he noticed. And you knew he wouldn't leave.
He moved to a table near the bar, not too close but still in your field of vision. The drink had changed, the bar sensed it. Now he was holding an ice-cold gin with spices, served in a stemless glass, like a hint: don't hold on to anything.
The silence lasted for minutes. Not a single greeting. Not a phrase. Just the music at the edge of audibility and the heavy breathing of each of them. You got up from your seat when your glass was empty, slowly walking towards him. Your Manolos clicked on the marble like gunshots. You came closer, stopping at the next chair, looking at him.
He took a sip, leaning back in the wide chair. His whole body seemed to say: don't come closer. But his eyes whispered, barely noticeably: stay.
"Can I sit?" you asked, but not in the way people usually ask, but in the way people putting in front of the fact. He nodded, still not saying a word.
You sat down. A new glass appeared on the table itself. Without an order. No "how are you." No "surprise to see you." They just sat next to each other, not even looking at each other, feeling how dangerous the mood of each of them was.
"I heard you closed a deal in the States, even despite the loud sex scandal of one of your directors," you said after a long silence. "Impressive," your voice was even, as if you were discussing the weather.
"I heard you created complete chaos at a board meeting," he responded calmly.
Your smile barely touched the corners of your lips. "This happens to those who think they own me and can shut me up."
He turned his head. His gaze was heavy, dark, almost dangerous. "You're too used to not being interrupted."
"And you're too used to being a god," your voice was like silk stretched over a knife.
"I just don't like it when people try to control me. Especially when they try to hide the knife behind their back with a smile."
Silence. Again. Thick as smoke. The bar froze. Even the drinks seemed afraid to disturb the tension between you two.
"Isn't that too much of a revelation for those who aren't even friends," you finally said, meeting his gaze in the mirrored surface of the bar.
"We're not even enemies," he responded. "We're just two disasters who shouldn't be around each other. And yet, here we are again at the same table."
You took a sip. He did too. And only the bar knew: you two didn't come for drinks. Two of you came to drown their anger, but almost drowned in each other.
. . .
A month later
The people in the room smiled, nodded, raised their glasses of wine with power floating in it. The fates of companies were not just decided here. At the end of the evening, you could either leave the room as winners or as the one who would lose everything, just by making a wrong move. He stood by the window, tiredly playing with the glass in his hand. Taehyung was angry. Not at the deal, not at the numbers. At you. You were here again.
The one whose presence he felt on his skin, even before your name appeared on the guest list. The one who was now talking to a man by the fireplace and it made his blood boil. You didn't even look in his direction once, although you clearly felt his gaze on you. It was a game. Silent, like the most expensive chess game.
He moved first. Slowly. Unhurriedly. Smoothly crossed the room, his steps made no sound, but attracted glances. He knew how to move so that the air behind him trembled. He came up behind you, still keeping his distance, but close enough that your body tensed at his presence.
"You're here again."
You turned your head, slowly, with that same icy smile that made you idolized on the boardroom floor and hated in smoke-filled rooms.
"So do you... Isn't it obvious. This town is too small for anyone who runs a business." You glanced around the room, filled with fake smiles and pleasantries. "Attendance at such evenings is a given." Your voice were calm.
"Really? And I thought you preferred working with people who didn't want to kill you after every meeting." He leaned closer, his lips almost touching your ear.
You set your empty glass on the mantel. As empty as your expression. "Only with people who can destroy me," you said, looking into his eyes.
That was why he couldn't leave. That was why you couldn't turn away.
The room was noisy, talking, laughing. And their reality narrowed to a single glance. He stepped back before the situation became even more dangerous.
"Already leaving?" you asked.
"Yes. I do not know how to play polite in front of people whose smiles are more valuable than their souls." He grinned, feeling too many glances on him, soaked in hatred and envy.
"Then you know where the exit is," you turned back to the fireplace.
"Penthouse. At night." He threw it like a challenge, passing you before leaving the room without looking back.
You did not answer, but he knew that you would come.
. . .
You burst inside like a storm. His smile became predatory when the front door closed behind you.
"You act like you want me to lose a control," his voice was low, dark, like the promise of sin.
"Isn't that why you called me to the rented penthouse in my hotel?" you asked, not looking away.
The next second, he pressed you against the wall. You barely had time to exhale before his lips found yours, not asking, but demanding. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a war. Tongue against tongue. Desire against pride. You tugged at his collar, tore his jacket from his shoulders, as if you wanted to rip it, not take it off. His hands slid under your dress with the same fury with which he kissed you, as if he wanted to prove that you could belong only to him.
"Were you playing this whole time?" he hissed, biting her earlobe.
"I'm not playing. I'm winning," you whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips as he picked you up.
He laughed lowly. "You're clearly losing now." He threw you onto the bed. You fell with a low groan, propping yourself up on your elbows, your eyes blazing with challenge.
"Prove it."
"Already! In the moment you stepped into this room using your owner key."
He smirked as your jaw tensed. He ripped off his shirt and hovered over you. His gaze was everything: anger, lust, and something... dangerous. He kissed you again, getting rid of the rest of your unnecessary clothing. He groaned as your fingers tightly gripped his hair, lowering his face to your crotch. You weren't gentle, so he didn't need to be careful either. His tongue slid over your wet folds, tearing moans from your beautiful lips. He groaned from how greedily your pussy squeezed his fingers, which were harshly pushed inside. He rose up, licking his lips from your wetness. He knelt between your thighs. He thrust into you sharply in one motion. He growled at the tightness that gripped his cock. He moved like a predator, and you met each thrust with a stubborn, sweet moan.
"You could tell it's just a sex," he breathed, meeting your clouded gaze. "You could tell it's not something that you dream about every night."
"Fuck you," you hissed, digging your nails into his forearms as he squeezed your waist tighter. He groaned in pain, thrusting harder. It was like madness in which cruelty and lust were intertwined.
And when everything died down, he stayed close. Quiet, angry, satisfied, and for the first time without a mask.
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The light came through the panoramic windows, washing the night into gold. You woke up before him and grinned, realizing that you were trapped in his naked and hot body. You carefully turned him over on his back before leaving the bed. You gathered up your underwear, dress, shoes, threw his suit jacket over your shoulders, hiding your nakedness.
You chuckled, looking up at him. Taehyung was sleeping, sprawled out on the bed like a lion after a hunt. His body was relaxed, but even in his sleep he looked dangerous. Domineering. And most importantly, too seductive.
"Stealing my suit jacket - is that your way of saying 'goodbye' or 'good morning'?" his sleepy slightly hoarse voice sounded behind you as your hand pushed open the bedroom door.
You turned around at the voice, fighting the urge to return into his arms.
"It's my way of saying that you'll stay naked and angry, just the way you like it."
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He chuckled. His lips were still swollen from kisses, and his eyes were devouring your body too openly.
"Do you regret it?" he asked quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"No," he chuckled when you answered without hesitation. You looked at him for a long moment, as if you wanted to say something, but changed your mind at the last second. "I just don't make mistakes twice," you chuckled and walked out, slamming the door behind you.
He was left sitting on the edge of the bed. Alone. Annoyed. Naked. And so damn horny.
Dragons no longer exist. They were all killed long ago, and humanity no longer trembles in fear or made any sacrifices for them. It was so long ago that everything became just a myth. A myth that is even hard to believe now. A myth that has turned into an ordinary fairy tale that mothers tell their children before bedtime.
. . .
You were standing in the middle of a wide forest glade in that white ugly dress. Your friends who believed in those silly tales about dragons actually existing annoyed you. You've decided to tell all these idiots that these are stupid fairy tales for children. Well, who in their right mind can believe that singing some stupid song from an old book will make you the bride of a dragon. Whatever it means.
That is why you were now standing on this place that supposedly served as a sacrifice table for dragons in the old days. You even wore a wedding dress to keep up with tradition.
"Just as I thought," you chuckled, throwing the bouquet on the ground. You sang the song three times, and oh miracle – nothing happened. As you thought, it's all just silly tales. "Let's see how you justify your belief in these fairy tales now," you chuckled, enjoying the future expression on your friends' faces when you tell them everything.
A strong gust of wind and deafening thunder almost knocked you off your feet. What the hell, you thought. When the weather changed so dramatically. You screamed in pain as the next moment your whole body was put in a vice and you lost consciousness.
"Silly girl..." Somewhere far away you heard some voice, but your body and mind did not pay attention to them.
You suddenly opened your eyes, sitting up in bed. Fuck, you groaned in pain. What the hell is going on here, you whispered, looking at your bandaged body. They want to turn me into a mummy? I think I'm going crazy; you laughed quietly at these thoughts. But where are you? You froze, looking at the wide, luxurious bedroom. Did you end up on the set of a historical film? You looked around the bedroom, which looked like the bedroom of kings in historical dramas.
You got out of bed, looking around. You need to find clothes. Apart from bandages and a wide fabric resembling a hanbok skirt, you were naked. What kind of pervert kidnapped you. How long have you been here? You stopped when you saw a white pile next to a basin of water. You picked it up and gasped when you realized that it was your dress. The once snow-white dress was completely dirty with long cuts that were soaked in blood. Despite the fact that this was explained by the presence of bandages, this did not explain what the hell happened to you.
The door was not locked and you left the room. But what surprised you even more was that it seemed like there was no one here except you. Maybe you were sleeping? You continued to wander around the place that was increasingly looking like a royal castle.
You shuddered, covering your mouth with your hands, when you heard a noise coming from the basement. As a person who always rolls his eyes at the stupidity of horror movie heroes who went to check out a strange noise in the basement in the middle of the night, you were about to do yourself just that. You slowly descended the stairs into the dungeon, which brought you closer to the groans soaked in pain. Well, what were you going to do, you asked yourself, taking the fire torch off the wall. You slowly looked around the corner, but there was no one there. Or rather, there was something similar to a medieval prison from which the groans were coming. You came closer to the bars and shuddered when you saw a guy in torn clothes, who was lying on the floor, writhing in convulsions.
You saw this face, you thought, seeing a scar running like a line across his entire eye. It was almost a year ago, at the dragon night market, to which your friends dragged you. You accidentally ran into him and were amazed when you saw this face, which was hidden by a wide straw hat. Even despite the scar, the face was so beautiful that your heart even skipped a beat. Did they really kidnap him too?
You shuddered when he groaned loudly, arching from what seemed to be pain in his whole body.
"Are you okay?" You tried to open the door, but the lock did not form.
"Get out," the guy groaned barely audibly.
"What?" You stared at him, not quite sure if you heard him correctly. "We need to get out of here before the ones who kidnapped us come back." You looked around, looking for the key. You found it, and smiled, running up to the wall where a large key was hanging.
"I said get out of the castle," the guy growled quietly as you tried to insert the key into the large lock.
"No time to be a hero!" you snorted. "We can escape from here together," you said, opening the lock.
"I SAID GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!" a loud scream made you take a step back. But you were even more stunned by the hatred with which this guy looked at you.
"Jerk," you snorted, throwing the key on the floor next to the bars, before running away as fast as you could. You continued to turn off the corridor into another one, until you saw a huge door on it. Finally, you thought. You opened the door and sighed in relief as you felt the fresh air. What kind of place is this, you looked at the huge courtyard. There, you exhaled, seeing a large gate with a door at the very end. You took a few steps and froze when a loud growl almost deafened you. You covered your ears when the growl thundered overhead again. Your eyes widened as the ground shook under your feet.
THIS! A FUCKING! REAL! DRAGON!
You must be dreaming! This simply can't be true! You looked at the black, huge dragon right in front of you, and you couldn't believe your eyes! This simply can't be! These are just fairy tales, right? Did someone drug you with hallucinogens? You laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation. You tried to take a step back but hit a wall. Was there a wall behind you? You slowly turned around and flinched when you found yourself in front of the dragon's tail that blocked your path. Now you were in a circle of dragon's body, which became a deadly trap for you.
Phahah... you couldn't stop laughing... you will die from the paws of a creature you didn't even believe in a minute ago. You stretched your hand forward and ran it along the dragon's scales. You expected them to be slippery and cold, but they were warm and silky to the touch. You froze when a stream of hot air hit you in the back. You didn't even have to turn around to realize that the dragon's muzzle was right behind you. Your head was spinning from information that you couldn't understand. The growls filled your body with fire, dragging your consciousness into the darkness.
"Aaaaaahhhhh" you screamed, sitting up abruptly. It took you a few seconds to realize that you were back in the bedroom you were in. You weren't dead, you exhaled. Fuck, this can't be happening. There was a dragon. A real dragon. A DRAGON!!!! You stared at your hand, still feeling the warm, silky sensation.
You stared at your body. This time, you were even wearing a hanfu dress. Maybe you jumped back in time? Although that guy was here too. Even if that were true, you probably wouldn't be surprised now. You were wonder who dresses you up every time?
A guy!
You jumped out of bed, practically running out of the room. You needed an ally to escape from here. You quickly ran down the stairs to the dungeon where the guy was locked up. You froze when you saw the door open and the clothes torn on the floor. Did the dragon kill him? Although there was not a drop of blood here... What to do now? You grabbed the torch that left last time before turning towards the stairs. Are you fucking SERIOUSLY? you snorted in irritation. Are you going to fight dragons with a torch?! You threw it on the floor before heading up. There was clearly someone here. It was unlikely that the huge dragon dressed you every time. You needed to find this person.
You continued to wander around the dark, empty castle, hoping to meet at least someone. You shuddered, hiding behind the door when you entered the huge hall and saw a person standing in front of a huge window. You tried to see through the crack who it was. Long golden hair, black clothes embroidered with gold threads, similar to the clothes of a king. What the fuck is this place. His hands were empty, so it was unlikely that he could hurt you right now. You needed answers. Although what questions should you ask?
You practically held your breath as you crossed the threshold of the hall. "Who are you?" you asked finally breaking the silence.
"I've told you to get out."
"What?" You looked at him in confusion. "When did you..." You stopped as the guy's hands clenched into fists. "Okay okay... I get it... that's exactly what I'm trying to do, get out of this weird place. It seems they're spraying drugs here that make you see things that don't exist." You laughed softly.
"It's too late now!" the guy growled, causing fear to grip your body.
"Did you kidnap me?" You screamed angrily.
The guy moved abruptly, dropping right in front of you, grabbing you by the neck. "The only villain here is you!" He pushed you away abruptly, causing you to fall to the floor. Your mouth dropped open in shock, because it was the guy with the scars. But now, instead of short coal black hair, he had long and golden hair.
"It's you?" You tried to get up but fell again, tangled in your skirt. "I saw you at the night market. And then in the dungeon. So you're some kind of stalker who's been following me all this time and now you've kidnapped me? And you've also drugged me so that I'm hallucinating?!" You were practically choking with anger, screaming at him.
"The one who should be angry right now is me!" the guy growled. "Stalker?! Drugs?!" he grabbed you by the collar in one motion, lifting you off the floor as if you weighed nothing. "The reason you're here is because of your stupidity, girl!" he growled, lifting your hand up. You stared at your wrist, which had a tattoo on it. You opened your mouth to scream at him, but stopped when you saw the exact same tattoo on his wrist.
"What is this?" you said, pushing away his hand, which was holding you by the collar of your dress, examining the tattoo on your wrist. It seemed real. You grabbed his hand, comparing the tattoos. "Did you do this?!" You pushed into his chest, but he didn't even move.
"No, you did this!"
"What are you even talking about?! You kidnapped me, did God knows what to my body, and now you have matching tattoos. And you're telling me that this is my doing?"
"I didn't force you to have the wedding ceremony! It was your choice!" He yelled at you, glaring at you. "And all of this is the result of your choice! You woke the dragon! You ended up here because he accepted your proposal! And you did this to us!" He pointed at his wrist. "You and only you are to blame for this, stupid girl!"
"The wedding ceremony?!" You looked at him in complete shock. "Wait... that silly song for the dragon? Are you telling me that all of this happened because of a stupid song from a children's fairy tale about dragons?" You laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation. "You seem to be on drugs too."
He walked over to the table and grabbed the knife. Wrapping his palm around the blade, he abruptly pulled the knife out, leaving a deep cut through his entire palm. You screamed in pain. You raised your hand and stared at your palm, which had the exact same cut on it. But you were even more shocked by the fact that a moment later it disappeared, leaving only a bloody mark.
"Does this still seem like a stupid fairy tale for you?!" he growled, throwing the knife on the floor.
"You told me to get out, I'll do it," you said as he walked past you, heading for the door.
"Too late! You belong to the dragon now!" He stopped for just a moment, and then left the room, not even turning in your direction.
. . .
You fell onto the bed, sighing heavily... for several weeks you had been trying to escape from here, and each time you found yourself in front of the castle gates, no matter how long you ran away. You chuckled that even despite your attempts to escape, every day food and clean clothes were in your bedroom upon your return. You tried to find the one who looked after you, but you couldn’t. You chuckled, sending a piece of meat into your mouth. You took the tray with dirty dishes and left the room. Today, you will definitely find someone else here. You stopped when you came across a portrait of that guy with a scar, although this portrait had no scar. Who are you, you thought, examining his face. You came closer when you saw the inscription in the very corner of the picture. "Min Yoongi" you read out loud. So that's your name. You chuckled, realizing that you hadn't seen him since that night in the hall. Not that you were looking for him that hard. You stuck your tongue out at the portrait before heading off to find the kitchen. You smiled, smelling food. You ran into the huge kitchen, but there was no one there. You placed the tray with dirty dishes on the table before looking around. There had to be a place to wash dishes somewhere. You squeaked, covering your mouth, when you turned your head to the table, there was nothing there. The entire tray with dishes just disappeared in front of your eyes. You backed away, what the hell was going on here...
You turned around and ran out of the kitchen, but froze when instead of a dark, narrow hallway, you found yourself in front of the door to your bedroom. You looked around the wide hallway. This place was definitely enchanted. Although it was not surprising, it would explain how food and clothes appeared in your room, or how you ran away every time and still ended up in the palace. You walked into the bedroom and stared at the table where there was food. "I want some tea," you whispered. Your mouth dropped open in surprise when the next moment a teapot with hot tea and a cup appeared on the table. You laughed, feeling like you had acquired a superpower. Maybe your imprisonment wasn't so bad. You took a sip of the hot tea, smiling widely. Your whole body ached from running around for centuries. Oh right, you chuckled before heading to the bathroom. You stood in front of a huge bathtub that looked more like a swimming pool. "I want to take a relaxing bath." You said and the next moment the bathtub filled with hot water with a layer of petals on top. You moaned at the smell of herbs that filled the entire room. You ran your hand through the water, which was more like milk. You took off your clothes and climbed into the bathtub. Perfect, you moaned as the hot water filled your body with warmth, relaxing every muscle. You turned over on your stomach, resting your hands on the edge of the bathtub. You looked out the huge window, which opened up to a view of the mountains covered in moonlight. For a moment you were wonder where that huge dragon is hiding. No matter how much you ran, you never saw him. Although he doesn't need to watch you, you still ended up in the castle by nightfall. I need to talk with Min Yoongi about this, you whispered under your breath. The splash of water made you shudder.
"Are you crazy?" Yoongi's angry voice behind you made you freeze in place.
You slowly turned towards him and covered your mouth to keep from laughing. Yoongi was standing fully clothed from the waist up in the water with a book in his hands, in the middle of a huge bathtub. You laughed at the expression on his face as he was drilling into you. "Ow" you squeaked covering your body when you realized you were completely naked. Oh right, you chuckled, because of the murky water he couldn't see your body. "Sorry, it was an accident" you said, covering your mouth with laughter.
"Accident?!" Yoongi growled before he headed to the edge of the bathtub to get out.
"Apparently it was because I said your name."
"Name?" He froze, turning towards you. "I didn't tell you my name."
"Min Yoongi, right? "I saw it on your portrait," you said with a shrug.
"Whatever!" he snorted. "Did you say I showed up because you said my name?"
"Yeah, my new super power." You giggled. "I want some fruit," you said and a table with fruit appeared next to you.
Yoongi growled as he walked up to the table before throwing it at the wall in anger, turning it into splinters. "Stupid dragon!" You opened your mouth, you knew he was strong, but this made you realize his strength was way beyond human. Although was he even human? You wondered when a moment later he simply disappeared.
. . .
The next day, you went to the mountains to look for the dragon. You are the one who angered him, and he took it out on me. Is it even fair? You muttered under your breath as you climbed the mountains. You rested your hands on your knees when you finally found yourself in a huge forest glade. "Dragon, show yourself right now!" you yelled. Everything inside you clenched in fear as the roar echoed throughout the forest. You stumbled back, losing your balance as the dragon landed right in front of you. The forest glade that seemed huge now looked like a shoebox that a lion was trying to fit in.
You tried to stop shaking from fear by clenching your hands into fists. Oh, you're really crazy, you scolded yourself mentally. You took a step forward and froze when the dragon lay completely in front of you. Okay, this is a better start than with Yoongi. It's not like he's going to kill me now, is it? You flinched when his tail was only a meter away from you. You still had a hard time believing your eyes. Just like your brain refused to accept the fact that a huge dragon was lying in front of you now. "Good dragon," you said with a trembling voice, approaching his tail. You extended your trembling hand forward, slowly taking steps forward. A shudder went through your entire body when you touched the dragon. Softly, you whispered under your breath, running your hand along his tail. You turned and jumped in fear, pressing your back against the tail when his muzzle was right in front of you. Despite his huge size and the fear he inspired, the dragon did not seem fierce. You continued to look at his muzzle.
If you are going to kill me, do it today, you said. You gathered all your courage and took a step forward. I don't really want to be eaten, you thought, extending your hand forward. I hope it won't hurt, at least, you exhaled, touching his muzzle.
You walked around him, continuing to run your hand along his muzzle. You stopped when you saw the same scar on the dragon's eye as Yoongi. Everything that happens to you happens to him, you whispered, approaching the place where the scar ended. You ran your hand over the deep scar and shuddered when the dragon quietly growled. Let's be friends, you said, stroking the dragon. Apparently, it will be easier for me to find a common language with you than with this evil one, you laughed.
Oh, you squealed when you felt a slight burning sensation in your wrist. You stared at the tattoo that glowed with a golden light, filling your palm with warmth. This is how you say that you are not against friendship, you smiled, although apparently I am already your bride. You laughed at the quiet growl at your words. I don't know about dragons, but humans usually do not eat or kill their brides. They need to be protected and kept from danger. So do not eat me, even if this evil guy orders you! You settled down to the dragon's muzzle, hugging him. You stepped back before waving goodbye to the dragon again. You slowly walked down the mountain towards the castle, still smiling widely. Such a scary and big dragon, but to you now it was more like a pet that needed petting. You stopped when you met Yoongi's gaze who was watching you through the huge window.
"Why did you go to see the dragon?" Yoongi's fierce voice sounded behind you as soon as you entered the castle.
"I can't see my fiancé?" you chuckled without even turning to face him.
"I'm serious," Yoongi growled grabbing your hand, turning you to face him. "Do you even care about your life!?!"
You pushed him away, ripping your hand out of his steel grip. “The more I’m around you, the less the dragon seems like the scariest of the two of you!” you growled, looking at the red and purple marks of his fingers on your wrist that were slowly fading. You turned around and walked into the room.
“The dragon will out of control! And he’s going to kill you!” Yoongi yelled at your back, making you turn back to him. “Do you know why a dragon needs a bride?!” Yoongi yelled at you lividly. “They’re sacrifices!!! He’s going to take your life to prolong his own!”
“How would you know that?!”
“Because I am the dragon!” Yoongi growled.
“What?” You flinched back from his words as if you’d been slapped.
“And no matter how much I love or hate you, I can’t stop him. When you open your heart to the dragon, he will break out and take your life!” he screamed, finally knocking the ground out from under your feet. “You could have run away... but the moment you touched him, it sealed us together. Whether you want it or not, you will reach out and look for me.” Your mouth dropped open at Yoongi’s words that was saturated with pain. And before you could say anything, he disappeared as suddenly as he appeared.
You lost count of the days you spent in the room, thinking about Yoongi’s words. So your death is only a matter of time. You laughed, falling to the floor. What the hell to drag out. I want whiskey, you said and grabbed the bottle that appeared, taking a few big gulps. You covered your mouth, fighting the fire that burned your throat from the strength of the drink. After a few more sips, you left the half-empty bottle on the floor, heading for the exit. You entered the huge hall and grinned, remembering how much time had passed since the last time you were here.
"Min Yoongi, show up right now!" you growled. You laughed when you heard a disgruntled growl behind you. "And here is my dragon!" You smiled widely at him.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
"Always so serious" you made a face, trying to imitate his expression. You came close to him, running your fingers over his face. "Scratch-cat!" You giggled when he grabbed your hand with force.
"What are you trying to achieve..." You pressed your lips to his, cutting off his words. You were sure that he would push you away, but he did not move an inch. "Are you crazy?" he whispered, looking at you in shock.
"The big dragon got scared of a kiss" you grabbed his clothes right before he disappeared. You fell to the floor from extreme dizziness when a moment later you found yourself in an unfamiliar place.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Yoongi yelled at you.
"So this is what your bedroom looks like." You looked at the piles of books that took up most of the large bedroom. Yoongi grabbed your shoulders shaking you hard. "Oh, be careful with those movements or I'll throw up" you said removing his hands from your shoulders.
"Do you even realize how dangerous it is to cling to someone like that while moving?"
"It's hardly more dangerous than being your bride." You giggled walking towards the large bed.
"What?" He flinched back at your words.
"Why?" You grinned meeting his gaze. "Didn't you say you were a dragon. That means I'm your bride. Anyway, shouldn't you be happy that thanks to me your life will be extended for another couple thousand years?"
"Shut up!" Yoongi yelled slapping you across the face, causing you to fall to the floor. "Shut your mouth right now!" he growled. "You don't know anything!"
You laughed as the pain of the slap completely sobered you up. "Yeah," you shook your head. "I don't know anything except that I have to die." You stood up from the floor and walked closer to him. "Then what's the point of a sappy story? Or having me throw a tearful fit? Will that change my final?" you pushed him in the chest. "You were right... this whole time my body felt like it was breaking and tearing apart from the need to even look at you. Or was it your desire that was passed on to me?" you said raising your hand pointing to the tattoo.
"Get out" he growled
"I don't want to" you said grabbing his hand as he turned away from you. You chuckled as heat filled your body. "Liar" you whispered as his eyes darkened with arousal. "So that's why you've been avoiding me all this time" you laughed as his breathing became heavy.
"Stupid!" he growled as he bit into your lips.
You groaned in pain. His claws cut through your clothes and skin like a knife cutting butter. His tongue seemed so long, wrapping around your tongue. Your clothes, like paper, turned into a mountain of bloody scraps on the floor. Now you were very happy with the newfound ability to regenerate. It was unlikely that you would have survived by the time he dealt with your clothes. You pulled away from him, gasping for air, when he squeezed you into the bed. "Fuck" you whispered when you saw that part of his cheek under the scar, his shoulder with his chest, and his arm were covered in black dragon scales. His hair became light and long, and his eyes, like your tattoo, burned with a golden glow. He bit into your skin with his teeth, making you scream in pain. "Wait" you tried to stop him, but his strength was too great. He continued to torture your body with teeth and claws, staining the white sheets with your blood. "Oh god..." you gasped as his cock pushed its full length into you. Too big and ridged, it seemed to grow inside you with each hard thrust, causing incredible pain. I wonder if you could survive if he tore you apart.
His growl made everything inside you clench with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Yoongi" you moaned, grabbing his hair. "Yoongi!" you screamed, forcing him to finally meet your gaze. "Min Yoongi, be with me!" you moaned, kissing his cheek that was covered in dragon scales. Yoongi froze as you hugged him, sitting him down on the mattress, running your tongue over his cheek. You exhaled as the scales turned back to skin. You continued to leave kisses on his shoulder and chest until there was no trace of the black silk dragon scales left. Even his cock inside you had become more human-sized. You rocked your hips, making him moan loudly, closing his eyes. "You're back," you smiled widely as Yoongi's hair and eyes darkened again.
You laughed at Yoongi's shocked look. It seemed he really hadn't been himself this whole time. "_______" he breathed out your name...
"Admit it, has any girl ever survived sex with you?" you giggled, enjoying his completely shocked and confused look.
"My dick inside you..." he practically whispered, looking at you with wide eyes.
"You're observant," you laughed. "I like it so much better like this!" you said slightly sitting up and sitting on him again, moaning softly.
"Oh.. wait" Yoongi growled, squeezing your hips, not letting you move.
You pulled him towards you, making him sit on the bed. "I got so much pain from you" you whispered touching his lips. "Now I would like to get as much pleasure from you" you moaned, kissing him.
"I'm not sure if I won't lose control from desire again" he said stopping you, trying to pull away.
"Then I'll give it back to you again" you ran your tongue over his scar hugging him, making him moan softly. You chuckled feeling a shudder go through his body.
You moaned, finding yourself pressed into the mattresses, while Yoongi kissed and licked your body going down. His tongue drove you crazy playing with your nipples. You gasped when his mouth covered your clit. Your eyes widened, lifting your head sharply as a tongue that was too long and too big pushed inside your pussy. "Yoongi," you gasped, meeting his dark eyes. "Fuck" you moaned from the pleasure his tongue was giving you.
He laughed softly "It seems you don't mind some dragon parts in me after all"
"Only in this case and only this part" you chuckled moaning, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you with his long tongue. Your whole body was shaking, you were so close... You whimpered as he pulled away from you.
"I don't think I can hold back anymore" Yoongi growled, forcing you to look at him. He laughed as you looked at him carefully. "I can't hold back the urge to fuck you" he bared his teeth, pushing his entire length into you.
"Fuck" you moaned, arching, unable to cope with this pleasure. "Yoongi..."
"Yeah, like this..." he growled, squeezing your neck. "Remind me who I am!" Yoongi said, biting into your lips.
You couldn't control the tears that rolled down your cheeks from the excess of emotion and pleasure. Your whole body felt like it was breaking from trying to cope with it. You moaned loudly as Yoongi sped up his thrusts. You hoped that he was as close to orgasm as you were. Yoongi continued to thrust into you mercilessly, practically growling in pleasure. You gasped as your whole body exploded into tiny pieces from the intense orgasm.
You opened your eyes and it took you a few seconds to remember where you were. Did you pass out from the orgasm?! You tried to figure out if it was early morning or if it was already evening...
You froze when you tried to turn around and saw a strong arm wrapped around your waist. He squeezed you tighter, pulling you back to his chest as you tried to free yourself from his captivity. “It seems like you finally came to your senses...” he muttered, biting your neck. Your whole body shook as he ran his tongue over the bite mark on your neck.
“One night with you could really kill you,” you moaned, pushing him away.
Yoongi laughed, running his hand through your hair. “One night? Apparently the pleasure erased your memories of the past week.”
“What?!” You stared at him in shock. “A week?” your mouth laughed in surprise.
“What?” Yoongi shrugged and laid down on his back. “It’s your own fault for rashly attacking someone who had been abstaining for hundreds of years.”
“Crazy,” you breathed out...
“Even though you don’t remember... you liked it and asked me not to stop...” he broke into a smug smile, making your heart skip a beat.
You sat up on the bed, looking around at the destruction in the room. “And what should I do...” you said, sighing as Yoongi hugged your waist, resting his head on your lap. “Now I don’t really want to die when you act like this and make my heart flutter.”
. . .
You fell onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. After your words, Yoongi practically turned into a statue before disappearing without saying a word. You’re being avoided... again! Although this time you weren't really looking forward to meeting him, even though you wanted to see him. Now you understood why Yoongi's voice was filled with pain that night. No matter what, you were going to die, and he was going to live on... and neither of you could change that.
You need to talk... you thought as you got up from the bed. You opened the door and froze when you saw the box on the floor in front of the door. You picked it up before walking over to the table. You opened it and saw a note with beautiful handwriting.
- Use this... and live! -
You picked up the cloth and looked in surprise at the dagger that was inside. Your eyes widened when you saw dried blood on the blade. What the...
Your eyes widened when you realized what the note meant, and what kind of dagger was in front of you now...
This is your answer... You were practically seething with anger. You gave me a weapon that could kill you and you tell me to live after that?! You fell to the floor as tears filled your eyes. There are only two options for us: either I die for your life, or you die for mine.
But what should we do, both options don't suit you... why can't you both live...
You wondered when you should die? If you asked Yoongi, did he answer your question? Or does he also not know when it should happen. Does it depend on how much you should fall in love with him and be willing to give him your life voluntarily?
How complicated it all is...you lay down on the floor covering your face with your hands. Okay...you got up from the floor and headed to Yoongi's room.
You chuckled as he flinched at your appearance. "Such a big dragon is scared of his bride?" you said as you walked inside.
Your jaw clenched as he immediately looked at your hands. Sitting here, waiting to die at my hands? You thought as he let out a disappointed sigh. "Why are you here?" he asked, turning back to the book in his hands.
"I wonder...would you ask me that question if I had your present in my hands?" You practically spat the words out.
Yoongi closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "No." He replied, still with his eyes closed.
"Wow, you're honest." You chuckled, walking closer to him. "If that's the case..." You snatched the book from his hand, throwing it across the room. Yoongi finally looked at you as you sat on his lap, facing him. "Will you answer the other question so honestly?" You moved closer, whispering in his ear.
"______." He practically moaned your name.
"You know when this is going to happen, right?" You slowly placed light kisses on his neck, making every muscle in his body tense.
"______" he groaned again. Yoongi gripped your hand tightly as you unbuttoned his shirt, giving you access to his body.
"There is no set date..." he growled as you bit the skin on his collarbone. "The dragon just knows the moment when it must take your life."
As you thought, it all depends on your feelings... You chuckled, realizing that maybe that moment had already come...
"Stop" Yoongi squeezed your hips as you rubbed yourself against his cock.
"Your body is so much more honest" you chuckled, squeezing his hard, bulging dick.
"Please" Yoongi growled, closing his eyes as you ran your fingers along his length.
"I don't want to" you said, pulling his pants down, releasing his dripping member from arousal. "I'm going to enjoy you until the very end" you moaned, guiding his cock into your pussy. Yoongi groaned loudly as you sat on him, taking his cock completely inside you. "Regardless of whose end it will be" you said, biting into his lips.
You chuckled as the next moment you found yourself pinned to the bed. Yoongi's kiss was a reflection of pure madness. Your body was filled with heat from the crazy combination of both tenderness and cruelty that Yoongi had unleashed on you. This time he didn’t hold back. Allowing himself to do whatever he wanted to you but he held himself back so much. You chuckled at the fact that this time he wasn’t afraid of losing control because he knew you would bring him back to his senses. Your heart was on the verge of stopping from the feelings that suddenly overwhelmed you. He ran his tongue over the trail of your tears, pushing himself hard into you.
“You did a good job holding back last time,” you groaned in pain as his teeth sank into your skin. You ran your fingers over his lips, wiping the trail of your blood from them. You slapped him hard across the face as his eyes turned golden. A loud roar filled the room before Yoongi’s eyes turned dark again.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, turning you onto your stomach. He pulled your hips away from him, putting you on all fours in front of him. His fingers gripped your hair tightly as he thrust into you hard. He continued to fuck you mercilessly, pinning your arms behind your back with his other hand. Your body exploded with orgasm, but he didn’t even notice your trembling, lost in his own pleasure.
You laughed before moaning loudly. He turned you on your side, throwing your leg over his shoulder, giving himself access for deeper thrusts. You clearly should have been afraid of dying not from the claws of a dragon, but from sex with Yoongi.
Your body arched in pleasure as Yoongi came inside you, squeezing your neck. He sank his lips into yours, kissing you. You moaned as the gentle kiss became more passionate. “I want more,” Yoongi growled, meeting your gaze.
“Is that a request or just a statement of fact?” you laughed as he began to move inside you again.
"Request" Yoongi grinned, bracing his hands on the mattress.
"So I can refuse" you moaned, each of his thrusts driving you crazy with overstimulation.
"You can try..." You moaned in pain, staring at him with wide eyes as he pushed his finger into you along with his cock.
"Fuck, Yoongi" you grabbed his hand, trying to pull away. "What the fuck are you doing"
"Showing you how much your insatiable pussy wants my cock inside it." He flipped you over onto your stomach again before pushing his finger into your ass. "Or should I show you that it's not just your pussy that craves my cock inside it"
Your body was shaking with pleasure. Yoongi's cock pounding into you with force and his finger slowly sliding into your ass took the pleasure to a whole new level. But what surprised you even more was that you wanted more. 10 minutes ago you were begging Yoongi for mercy, now you wanted to beg him to give you more.
"Just look at that slutty body" Yoongi laughed running his tongue down your spine. He pulled out his cock and finger making you whine from the loss of pleasure.
You gasped loudly as his long tongue ran over your crotch "Yoongi"
"Last time you liked what I could do with my tongue in your pussy" Yoongi growled pushing his tongue deep into your pussy. "Let's see how happy your ass is with my long tongue"
His fingers stretched your butcheeks as his tongue groaned circling the tight ring. You moaned as his tongue came inside. You could feel the tight muscles relaxing more and more under the pressure of the hot tongue that slowly licked and pushed into your ass.
You heard a soft laugh and only then realized that you had started rocking your hips against each shallow thrust of Yoongi's tongue, wanting more. "So impatient," Yoongi slapped your ass. "Wasn't someone going to tell me to stop?"
"Please," you moaned, making Yoongi laugh louder.
"Please, what?" Yoongi taunted you, but you didn't care.
"Please fuck my ass with your long tongue," you moaned, wiggling your ass as you were slapped again.
"Fuck, yeah, baby. That's it." Yoongi stretched you out, pushing his tongue into your ass. You couldn't control your moans. His hot, ridged tongue was fucking you, making you go crazy.
"Get on the bed." You moaned, and he looked at you in surprise when you stopped him by gripping his hair.
"What..." Yoongi didn't finish his sentence when you ran your tongue over his cock. "Slutty." He moaned, pulling your hips towards his face.
You slid your tongue over his cock and balls, making him moan loudly. The thrusts of his tongue became harder as his cock slid into your mouth the entire length.
"Fuck, I can't take it anymore." He growled, biting your ass. "Sit on me." He growled, running his hands down your waist. "Ride my cock."
"Lecher!" You chuckled at his impatience. You wrapped your hands around his cock, guiding it into your pussy. You rocked your hips but he squeezed them hard, making you stop.
"Not that one, I want to be inside that one!" Yoongi moaned, pushing two fingers into your ass.
"Yoongi," you gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain from his thrusts. "You want to put that in my ass?" you gaped at his cock as he shook his head happily. "You really get off on the sight of my blood, don't you?" you chuckled. "If you move I'll kill you!" you growled.
"I hope you do it anyway," he chuckled, and your jaw tensed. "Sorry..." Yoongi ran his fingers gently down your back before sitting up and leaving a few equally gentle kisses on your skin.
"I guess we got distracted," you ran your fingers down his cock. Yoongi groaned, resting his forehead on your back. His tongue was definitely making your tight hole more pliable, you thought as his head slid inside. But his size was too big to take easily. You rocked your hips slowly, each time going down an inch. Fuck, you growled in pain, and that wasn’t even the half of it…
“Baby,” Yoongi growled before the sound of wood breaking filled the room. “Stop teasing me!” your mouth fell open when you saw the broken pillar at the head of the bed, which Yoongi had his hands clinging to. “Or do you need my help?”
“Fuck, Yoongi,” you gasped in pain as Yoongi squeezed your shoulders, pressing down. “Stop!!!” you tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let go. “Too deep!!” you practically cried as he sat you all the way down on his cock. Forcing you to take his entire length.
"That's it baby." Yoongi dug his fingers into your hips, not allowing you to pull away even an inch. "See, you just needed a little help." Yoongi growled as you gasped for air, unable to make a sound.
Yoongi sat up on the bed, holding your body tightly, making you shake in his arms. You exhaled, completely relaxing in his arms as the pain began to subside. You moaned as Yoongi covered your clit with his fingers, slowly circling it. Your moan grew louder as Yoongi squeezed your thigh with his other hand, making you rock your hips. Yoongi's growl filled your body with heat. Yoongi moved his hand to your other thigh, making you move on his cock again. You growled, digging your nails into his hands, trying to stop him.
"If you keep squeezing my cock like that, it'll be even harder for me to control myself," Yoongi hissed.
"Oh, is that your idea of control?" You laughed at his words...
He gripped your hair, turning your face towards him as he kissed you. You lifted your hips and sank down onto his cock, shaking in pleasure. Yoongi moaned into your mouth as you did it again. You pulled back, bracing your hands on the mattress in front of you, continuing to slowly slide up his cock. "Fuck," you moaned. It felt good, too good... Yoongi gripped your hips, making your movements more abrupt. Yoongi shifted forward, pressing himself against your body, bracing himself on the mattress with his hand next to yours.
He pulled out before thrusting hard, the entire length of him. You growled in pleasure and pain. "Does it hurt?" Yoongi moaned, stopping, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
"Yes" you moaned, one movement from him and you were already on the verge of losing your mind. "Don't stop"
You shook from his low laugh before he thrust hard. You couldn't control the shaking that only got stronger from his merciless movements. The pleasure practically broke every bone in your body and your vision blurred. You fell onto the bed when your arms were no longer able to hold you up. Yoongi pulled your hips, lifting your ass high in the air. The orgasm crashed through you, locking your body in a strong spasm. Yoongi growled as you squeezed his cock tightly.
You choked, spitting out blood as Yoongi's claws appeared and dug into your throat, piercing your skin. You screamed in pain as his fangs sank into your back. You moaned as Yoongi began to move inside you again. I should have grabbed the knife, you thought, laughing quietly as your wounds began to heal. Yoongi fell on top of you, squeezing you tightly in his arms as he came. He hugged you so tightly that it felt like your ribs were about to break, although you wouldn't be surprised if they were already broken. You didn't know how much time passed while you just lay in each other's arms. You felt the pain completely leave your body, leaving only the warmth that Yoongi's embrace caused.
"Is there a way to have sex with you without bleeding so much?" you laughed, looking at the red sheets that were originally white...
You sighed in relief as Yoongi's embrace weakened. "Forgive me" Yoongi whispered barely audibly. You closed your eyes fighting back tears when you felt tears running down Yoongi's cheeks, dissolving on your skin.
"Torn my body apart, tore my soul apart and just disappeared... Bastard!" you chuckled turning onto your back when he suddenly disappeared.
You exhaled loudly when the next moment Yoongi was above you, biting your lips with a furious kiss. This man... his kiss was so emotional that you didn't even notice when tears began to roll down the corners of your eyes.
You opened your eyes sharply and tried to pull away when you felt cold metal in your hand. "Yoongi" you moaned into his mouth when he continued to kiss you, not giving you the opportunity to either pull away or break the kiss. His fingers squeezed your hand, forcing you to completely grasp the hilt of the dagger in your hand. A low growl filled the room as Yoongi pulled away from you. You couldn't move from the pain as his claws dug into your other arm. Your eyes widened in fear when you saw that part of his face was covered in black dragon scales. But what shocked you more was that only one of his eyes had turned golden. Was Yoongi really fighting the dragon without letting it completely take over him. It was now or never... the annoying voice inside kept repeating over and over, reminding you of the dagger in your hand. No, there had to be a way... please... You couldn't say a word because of the tears that were choking you from the agony that Yoongi was in while fighting the dragon.
He really was a bastart... he had put you in a bind and left you with no options except one. Everything blurred because of the tears that were flowing uncontrollably from your eyes. Even the pain from the wounds the dragon continued to inflict on you paled in comparison to the weight of the choice you had to make. You gripped the dagger tightly before stabbing it into Yoongi's chest with all your might.
"Jerk," you whispered as Yoongi's face broke into a tender smile. He ran his fingers down your face before collapsing onto the bed next to you, bleeding. You couldn't help but sob as you watched Yoongi slowly die in front of you.
"I love you," Yoongi whispered, running his bloody hand down your cheek.
"Yes...," you whispered as you sat down next to him. "I love you too," you placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling the dagger out of his chest. And before he could reach you, you stabbed the dagger into your heart, collapsing onto Yoongi's chest. You spat out blood that rushed up your throat. Fire burning you from the inside, is that what Yoongi felt now? Poison that filled your veins and slowly but surely took away your life. Darkness swallowed you leaving only hellish pain.
. . .
The ringing sound came out of nowhere, muffled... You exhaled loudly as the cold air filled your lungs almost choking you. You tried to open your eyes, but your whole body hurt too much. You only slightly opened your eyes, trying to get used to the too bright light that blurred everything in front of your eyes. What the hell was going on here, you tried to understand, when the pain slowly began to recede. You opened your eyes, trying to see at least something...
What is this, you asked yourself when your vision returned and you saw the sky and the tops of tall trees. You ran your hand over the damp grass you were lying on. You still continued to hear the sound of your phone, which was ringing. You turned your head, looking at the trees that were around you. You saw a bag lying not far from you. You stretched out and stared in surprise at your hand covered in white cloth. You took out your phone when it stopped ringing. You sat up, looking at yourself, or rather the white dress you were wearing. You turned your eyes to the phone when it rang again. You looked at your friend's name that flashed on the screen in surprise.
"Hello," you answered, still trying to figure out what was going on.
"Hello there," your friend's cheerful voice confused you even more. "Where are you?"
"What?..."
"We were supposed to meet, where are you?"
"On the forest glade," you answered, completely confused.
"Oh god, don't tell me you really went to that glade to check out those dragon stories the guys told you yesterday?" she laughed.
"Yesterday?"
"Are you okay?" your friend's laughter turned to surprise. "Yes, yesterday. Did you drink too much last night? Do you have a hangover?"
"I... no... wait... you said we met yesterday?"
"Phah... oh, we should drink less, otherwise it seems like you've gotten lost in the days" your friend laughed
"Impossible..." you whispered, cutting off the call.
You stood up, looking around the clearing, which was too familiar. It definitely happened here. That day when the dragon kidnapped you. You looked at your body, you were wearing the same dress as then... but why did your friend say that it was yesterday... after all, so much time has passed. "Yoongi" you exhaled, looking around the glade, but you were alone. You touched the place where a moment ago there was a dagger in your chest, but now there was not even a trace left. What the fuck is going on here, your consciousness refused to accept the situation. You grabbed the phone and froze in shock... how... you sighed, looking at the date. It was really that day when you decided to come to this forest glade.
What is even happening. Why... was everything that happened just a dream. How is this possible, it was all too real. What about Yoongi, did he even exist or was it just your subconscious? No way, you could still physically feel every touch and kiss that Yoongi left on your body. You kept looking around, wanting to find even the slightest confirmation that Yoongi existed... that all of this wasn't just a dream...
"Are you okay? Are you lost?" you shouted jumping up and down when an unfamiliar voice came from behind you. You turned around and stared at the forest ranger who was looking at you with concern.
"You could say that," you whispered when you realized that tears were streaming down your cheeks.
"My car is not far from here, and if you need help from the police.."
"No," you cut him off abruptly. "Can you give me a ride to the nearest taxi stop?" you had to get home first and then figure out what the hell happened.
Few months later:
Month after month, you searched for the castle in the forest every day, but all your searches were a failure. Could it be that everything that happened to you was really just a dream? Maybe you really went crazy and it blurred the line between reality and a dream. Maybe you should still contact a specialist, as your friend advised. Your friend practically moved in with you after that day in the forest because of concern.
"We need to hang out," your friend said entering your room. "Remember?" she said putting a flyer on your desk. "Last year it was a lot of fun there," she smiled already rummaging through your wardrobe picking out an outfit for you, although you hadn't even agreed yet for whatever it was. You grinned picking up a flyer advertising a night market of the dragon.
"Well, at least something remained the same," you whispered...
Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea, you thought as you found yourself with your friends at a noisy market. It seemed like you could breathe for the first time in a month. The night market was lit up with colorful lanterns, crowds of people were dancing and singing to the music and the smell of delicious food was intoxicating. You laughed, watching your friends dance, reminding you of the forgotten fun.
“I’ll go get us some drinks,” you told your friend before heading through the crowd towards the food and drink area. You froze when an all too familiar silhouette caught your attention. “Yoongi,” you whispered. You felt your insides tighten into a tight knot. Was it your imagination playing tricks on you again, but before you knew it you were already heading through the crowd towards where Yoongi had been standing a moment ago. You continued to mindlessly wander through the rows of people, hoping to see him again. You gasped when you tripped over a cord lying on the ground, falling forward. You closed your eyes, putting your hands out in front of you, but a strong hand grabbed your waist before you could touch the ground. You exhaled as you found yourself back on your feet. You turning sharply towards your savior. You froze, your mouth hanging open as your gaze met Yoongi’s. It was him, he was really there, you tightened your grip on his hands that were still around your waist. You took a step forward approaching his lips, but he turned his face away, taking a step back from you. You froze and your eyes widened, filling with tears. Despite the familiar face, he was not the one you knew, you thought when you saw that there was no scar on his eye. Just as there was no hint that the person standing in front of you was the one you were looking for...
"Sorry" you whispered silently because of the tears that choked you.
You stepped back, turning away, unable to look at this face anymore. A strong hand grabbed your face and hot lips covered your mouth. The kiss lasted only a moment, but it contained all of eternity, all of the feelings and memories!
Yoongi smiled at you and a wave of mixed feelings washed over you! Love, hate, resentment, anger, happiness - everything mixed together. You hit him in the chest "Idiot" you couldn't stop the tears, continuing to hit him. "How could you just show up only now and act so cold to me? I hate you!" You continued cried.
"You're right! I really am an idiot if I thought I could live this life without you..." Yoongi laughed, holding you tightly in his arms. The warmth of his body filled you to the brim. It really was him, your Yoongi, your dragon.
You hugged him tightly, breathing in his familiar scent. For the first time in couple month, your mind and heart found peace in his arms. "If you think about playing with me again, I'll kill you," you muttered, pressing your face into his body.
"If you kill me, I'll really die," he laughed, lifting your face up. "Sorry it took so long," Yoongi said, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. "It turns out that becoming a human is much more difficult than being a thousand-year-old dragon," Yoongi said as he took out an ID card from his pocket, making you laugh out loud.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" you asked incredulously, looking around.
"No," he squeezed you tighter, making you wince in pain. "This is all real! Ouch.." he winced as you hit him again.
"Don't even think I'll forgive you so easily for making me go through all this hell alone!"
"I'm really sorry! I didn't think your memories were preserved too." He lifted your hand, leaving a kiss on your wrist where the gold tattoo was. Your eyes widened at his words and you grabbed his hand.
You exhaled loudly when you saw that there was a burn scar on his arm in the form of a tattoo. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt until you saw the scar left by the dagger in the middle of his chest.
"Baby, I don't mind you stripping me naked, but there are too many people around. Especially these few people who are watching us with their mouths open."
You quickly removed your hands from his chest when you remembered where you were. You turned around and cursed when you saw your friends standing there with their mouths open in surprise. Right, you went to get drinks...
"I'm glad you're okay." Your friend said, looking at your sincere smile. "You don't have to call me if you don't come home today." She winked at you, pulling the rest of your friends with her, leaving you alone with Yoongi, making you laugh.
Your laughter turned into a quiet moan when Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you against his body. "And if you don't show up for a week, then should you call her?"
"If you plan on fucking me for a whole week, then you'll have to call an ambulance instead of my friend!" You slapped his hand, which was gripping you tighter.
"I didn't think I'd start missing the time when you were the dragon's bride!" He snorted in displeasure, making you laugh.
"So cocky... your powers are not dragon-like anymore either, are they?" You turned around, hugging him.
"Well... I don't turn into a dragon anymore," He chuckled.
You stared at him. "That's not what I asked," You took a step back in disbelief. "Yoongi?"
His smile turned into a smirk. He took your hand, pulling you along with him. He turned the corner of the food tent, and you found yourself in a spacious living room. "I'm still learning what my 'not dragon-like' powers are!" He laughed, looking at your shocked face. "But I wasn't completely lying..." He said, walking over to the table, picking up the letter opener. He ran the blade over his finger before holding his hand out to you, showing you the small cut. "Now I need a band-aid for this." He smiled widely at you.
"Crazy," you whispered in disbelief. "I'm leaving" you snorted turning towards exit.
"Do you really want to leave?" Yoongi hugged you from behind, lightly biting the skin on your neck, making you gasp. “There’s nothing left that can hurt you,” he whispered, trailing kisses down to your shoulder, pulling your tank top off one of your shoulders. You let out a breath as he ran his other hand down your body before squeezing your breast.
"Yoongi," you bit your lip as his fingers pinched your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. You couldn't help but moan as his fingers slid under your shirt, squeezing your other nipple.
He ran his tongue up your neck. "Kiss me," he whispered in your ear, making you gulp loudly.
You turned your face towards him, letting him take over your lips. The kiss was so unusually gentle that it overwhelmed you with emotion. He pulled away abruptly when he felt tears on his fingers. You laughed at his confused look.
"I don't remember my tears ever making you stop." You chuckled. "This is definitely something new. Can't say I like it though." You grabbed him by his half-unbuttoned shirt, pulling him back against your body.
A shudder ran through your body as you caught the dangerous smirk on the corners of his lips before he smashed his lips onto yours. He picked you up heading towards the bedroom. He threw you on the bed knocking all the air out of your lungs. You watched his every move with lust. He took off his shirt sending it to the floor before unbuttoning his pants. "And how do you expect me to control myself when you look at me like that?!" he growled grabbing your ankle pulling you to the edge of the bed.
“I don’t remember asking you for such silly things,” you pressed your foot against his chest, dragging it down before pressing down on his boner bulging out of his pants. He hissed squeezing your ankle harder.
"Then should I call an ambulance right now and have them stand outside my door?" he growled, getting rid of your pants in one motion. "Mmm..." he looked over your body with a hungry gaze. "Which sweet hole should I start with today?"
you squealed as you found yourself on your stomach and a hard slap landed on your ass. "Oh fuck..." you moaned. Yoongi pulled your hips up against him, pushing you to your knees. You moaned as his face pressed into your crotch. His tongue licked you hungrily.
"Has my baby just gotten even more delicious or am I just that hungry for you?"
"Yoongi" you moaned as his tongue pushed into your pussy. His fingers pushed into you replacing his tongue.
"Now I have to be more careful in preparing you" he growled adding another finger. "It's going to be bad if these sheets turn red," he growled, biting your butt cheek as his fingers slowly stretched you.
"Your hand is all wet from my pussy and you're still doing some fucking prep," you growled, no longer able to take the heat inside you that was craving more than these almost gentle thrusts. A quiet but genuine laugh made you blush completely, from your impatience. "Forget it. Leave me alone!" you snorted, falling forward, burying your face in the sheets as Yoongi's laughter grew louder.
Yoongi lay on top of you, pinning you to the mattress. His hands squeezed you and you moaned, biting into the sheets as his cock slid inside you the entire length. "Are you sure you want me to leave you?" Yoongi growled, white slow deep thrusts.
"Fuck," you moaned. The position made his cock seem even thicker, making you gasp in painful pleasure.
"Yoongi.. wait" you continued to moan his name as his hand pushed between your body and the mattress covering your clit.
"How I missed you moaning my name" Yoongi moaned, continuing his sweet torture. His fingers circled your clit and his thrusts became faster, making you cum with his name on your lips. "Yes, my baby"
You exhaled loudly as he rose above you. His knees squeezed your hips tighter and his hands rested on your lower back digging his fingers into your skin. The hard thrust made your body shake.
Sounding slaps and ragged groans, similar to growls, filled the room. You were completely lost in your pleasure while Yoongi pounded into you with hard thrusts.
Yoongi's loud moans turned into almost a scream as he fell on top of you, squeezing your body hard. He pulled out of you, continuing to rub his cock against your ass, covering your back with cum. His movements and moans were chaotic, while he was completely lost in his orgasm.
You laughed softly when you felt Yoongi's cock become hard again. "You know..." you said as you found yourself in Yoongi's arms as he laid down next to you. "The idea of an ambulance waiting outside your door doesn't seem so stupid anymore," you groaned from the pain in your entire body, after only one time with him.
He is CEO, you are his assistant! It's about time to reveal your deepest secrets!
Kim Namjoon
. . .
To: Jung Hoseok
Subject: FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!!
- Fuck, Hoseok! She's driving me crazy! She's wearing that hellish dress again! If I get convicted of rape, I'll be completely acquitted just by showing the jury this fucking dress! I want to fuck her so badly! I totally fucked up, how am I supposed to focus on her words when all I can think about is what kind of lingerie she's wearing under that damn dress!
Just kill me!
Best regards,
Kim Namjoon -
He pressed send and his heart dropped to the floor, shattering into a million pieces, when he saw that you were automatically added to the CC.
He jumped out of his chair and ran to your office at full speed. He burst into your office and you looked at him in surprise, looking up from your phone. He grabbed your laptop and threw it with all his might at the wall when the sound of an incoming message sounded. You chuckled and looked away from Namjoon to the pile of shards that your laptop had turned into.
"And was it worth smashing a laptop with important information because of an email that can be read on a phone?" you asked calmly, turning the screen of your phone to show his message. Namjoon froze, stopping a breathe. "Interesting reading," you looked at the screen again, causing a chill to run down his skin. "Especially about the jury," you chuckled.
"It was a mistake," he muttered through clenched teeth.
"A mistake? And what kind of mistake? That I read it or that you wrote it?" you looked at him, standing up from your chair. "Or is it a mistake that I catch your vulgar glances on my body?" you took a step towards him.
"Are you trying to play games with me, _____?" he growled as you ran your fingers over the bow on your neck.
"Haha... My dear, Namjoon, what are you talking about... I already won all the games the moment you hit the button send." You laughed softly as you stood in front of him. "Oh right.." Your smile sent heat straight to his groin. "You were wondering what kind of lingerie I was wearing under this dress." You said with a wide smile and pulled on the silk ribbon. Namjoon fell to his knees along with your dress, which fell to the floor.
"Fuck." He groaned, looked at you hungrily. You walked over to the table and he almost choked on his saliva as you sat on the edge, spreading your legs wide in those tiny panties. You put one leg on the chair and leaned back, resting your palms on the table.
"Now, my dear boss! Show me your oratory skills in settling a case of damage to the company's property." You said, looking at him defiantly.
He moaned along with you as you grabbed his hair, pushing his face into your pussy.
Min Yoongi
. . .
You quickly gathered up the papers with the report updates and headed to Yoongi's office. Leaving the folder on the table, you returned to the office and began to pack your things, preparing to leave the office.
Yoongi entered your office and you looked at him in surprise, since he entered without knocking. He did not even look at you, continuing to examine the sticky note in his hand. Fuck, it seemed like all the blood froze in your veins when you saw that sticky note in his hand was red, and not yellow. Your eyes widened remembering how you wrote this note while watching him talk on the phone with a problematic client.
- He hot as hell when he tries to hold back so as not to lose control! -
"I'm not quite sure what part of your report this applies to" he said, turning his gaze to you.
"I... it's a personal note" you said, trying to snatch the sheet of paper from his hand. He pulled his hand back, causing you to take a step towards him.
"And how often do you find me so hot?" his gaze turned playful.
"Not as often as I'd like." You ran your fingers along his wrist before snatching the note from his hand.
"That's weird." He said, advancing on you until you were pinned to the wall by his body. "Haven't you noticed, I'm always on the verge of losing control when you're around." He growled, pressing his lips against yours.
"Yoongi." You moaned as his fingers gripped your hips, pushing your skirt up.
"Now I'll show you what happens when I lose control."
You moaned loudly as you found yourself pinned to your desk, his cock pushing its full length into you.
Kim Seokjin
. . .
He placed his empty whiskey glass on the table and headed to the terrace. He took the empty wine glass from the table as you left the noisy room with a bottle of wine and a glass. He silently followed you as you walked deeper into the garden, away from the noisy party.
"Tired of the noise?" his voice made you turn your head in his direction. He chuckled when your expression didn't show surprise at his presence.
"You could say that," you said, filling your glass with wine before taking a sip.
He laughed softly, walking closer to you, pressing his chest against your back. He squeezed your hand that held the glass. He brought your glass up to take a sip of wine, pressing his lips to the mark of your lipstick. "Didn't you bring an empty glass?" you chuckled as he stepped back, letting go of your hand.
"Yeah, but I thought your glass would taste better." he said, stepping around you to come face to face.
"You look too fancy for a simple party."
"And you look too hot for a boss."
"Shouldn't I fire you for saying that?" he chuckled, sitting down on the garden bench.
"Shouldn't I sue for harassment for the way you've been looking at me all evening?" you said cheerfully, taking another sip.
"Hah... I give in... you win." He laughed at your frankness.
"Then I want a prize."
"Fair enough.." he smirked. "Ask for whatever you want." He said, looking into your eyes.
You walked closer, setting the unfinished wine down next to him. You turned to look at him and he gulped loudly at your gaze. "You!" you smirked, covering his lips with a kiss.
He moaned into your mouth. You found yourself on top of him, while your fingers quickly unzipped his pants. "Fuck," he growled as you sank down onto his length. "I've been dreaming about this since the very first time we met," he moaned loudly as you rocked your hips, sliding on his cock again.
“So there are two such fools who lost so much time playing around with decency,” you laughed.
Jung Hoseok
. . .
You rolled your eyes when the guy you were on a blind date with showed up at your office with flowers. Crazy, you huffed under your breath, shoving your hands into your pants pockets, holding back the urge to slap him just for showing up here.
“Hi,” he practically beamed, smiling widely at you. “I’m so glad to see you.”
“Shut up,” you growled, looking around at your coworkers who were looking at you and the guy with curiosity. “Follow me.”
You walked down to the underground parking lot in silence, and in the same silence, you walked to the farthest corner to avoid unwanted stares.
“I told you not to show up at my work,” you snatched the bouquet from his hand, throwing it aside.
“I missed you so much! But you haven’t answered any of my messages or calls...”
“Isn’t it obvious that I’m not interested in you?” you ran your hand over your face, feeling a headache.
“Give me at least a chance, I’ll do everything so that you don’t regret it... I...”
“I don’t want to!” you answered sharply, cutting off his words.
“At least tell me the reason?”
“I don’t like your hands.”
“What?!” he stared at you in shock
“I said I don’t like your hands.”
“Is that all?”
“Isn’t it obvious? If I don’t want your fingers inside me, I won’t want your tongue or your cock inside me.” You rolled your eyes when he blushed at your words.
You turned on your heels, taking a step towards the elevators. You turned the corner, but froze, meeting Hoseok’s gaze, who was emotionlessly watching you, leaning against a column not far from where you were. Damn, you cursed under your breath. You bowed to him as you passed him. You were glad that your boss hadn't said a word, even when they were in the same elevator.
The day had been so busy that you hadn't even noticed it was that late. Although, thankfully, the talk about you had quickly died down. You chuckled when the parking lot was empty. Is there really someone else in the office besides you, you thought when you saw the back of another car next to yours, still rummaging through your bag for the key. You walked around the front of the car, raising your head and stopped abruptly. Hoseok was sitting on the hood of the car that was parked next to yours. The silence that hung there was almost deafening, but you clearly didn't want to be the one to break it. Hoseok's gaze was so heavy that you clutched your bag tighter, hiding the sudden trembling in your hands.
Hoseok stood up and slowly walked to the passenger door of his car. He opened the door and looked at you again. It wasn’t even a suggestion or a request, it was a silent order! Your heart was beating so loudly that it seemed like it could be heard from across the parking lot.
You walked up to his car, getting into the passenger seat. You chuckled that even now, neither of you said a word. You drove in the same silence, and the silence wasn’t broken until the moment the front door of his apartment closed behind you. You exhaled loudly when the next moment you were completely pressed against the wall by Hoseok’s body. He dug into your lips, kissing you hungrily. You would say that it surprised you, but you knew this was how this night would end when you met his gaze in the parking lot.
Hoseok practically ripping your clothes on his way to the living room, wanting access to your body. You moaned when he pushed his fingers inside you with force. “Fuck,” your moan turned into a quiet laugh. Was Hoseok jealous of that guy...
"I'm not jealous, I'm angry!" Hoseok growled, as if he could read your mind. You squeezed his wrist, smirking at his behavior.
"The only one who should be angry here is me," you said, running your tongue over his fingers. "Because you're the reason why other guys are nothing but disgusting."
"That's how it should be," he turned you around, pinning you to the table before pushing his entire length into you. "Because you should belong only to me!"
Park Jimin
. . .
You ran into the elevator before the door closed. And immediately regretted it. After all, Jimin was standing in the elevator with you, watching you with interest.
"It's late enough for a personal assistant," Jimin said, looking at his watch.
"As well as for a boss who left the office half an hour ago." You chuckled. "Are you following me?" You snorted, and froze when you realized you blurted it out loud.
"What if my answer is yes?" Jimin asked, leaning against the wall of the elevator.
"Be careful, I might win the game you're trying to start," You chuckled, turning towards him. It only took him one step to be right in front of you.
"Then try me..." He chuckled, pressing the stop button.
He was staring at you, but you weren't looking away, not wanting to lose. Your faces were so close and so far apart.
"You know what pisses me off the most?" he growled, closing the distance
"Very interesting to hear"
"Your dresses that perfectly hug every curve of your sexy body, driving me crazy every day"
You grinned, lifting your chin higher. "And you know what pisses me off?"
"And what is it?"
"That despite all my attempts to drive you crazy, you still haven't fucking done anything!" you growled, kissing him.
Jimin pressed you against the wall, sliding his hot tongue into your mouth. His hands were squeezing your body tightly, making you melt under his onslaught.
Kim Taehyung
. . .
You stood on the edge of the roof, your hands on the railing, watching the lights of night city. You took a drag from the cigarette in your hand before blowing out a puff of smoke, watching it slowly dissipate into the air. You chuckled as a gust of wind gave away the presence of another person on this empty roof.
“You like to break the rules,” you chuckled as Taehyung finally revealed his presence.
“I’m the CEO’s assistant,” you chuckled, still looking forward. “I have privileges.”
Taehyung walked up to you, his hands on the railing, his shoulder almost touching your. “Do you come here alone at night so I can catch you?” he asked, turning towards you.
You chuckled, putting out your cigarette. “Do you often prey on workers who are in deserted places at night?” You turned towards him, meeting his gaze for the first time.
He ran his fingers over your ID badge ribbon before tugging on it, making you take a step towards him. “Only on someone who provokes me so openly and brazenly on a daily basis,” he growled, twirling the ribbon around his fingers, making you step closer.
You ran your fingers over the open collar of his shirt, lightly brushing against his hot skin. “Let’s call it fair price for having erotic dreams of you every night.” You chuckled, continuing to slowly slide your fingers over his broad chest, moving lower to his waistband.
His arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you fully against his body. His nose ran down your neck, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. “Then what price should I set for cumming every night in my sleep because of dreams of you?” he growled in your ear, squeezing your ass, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
You moaned as you found yourself pinned against the wall by his body. His fingers gripped your hips, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his fingers slid into your pussy. "Fuck so wet and ready for me," Taehyung growled, unbuttoning his pants before thrusting hard into you, his entire length.
Jeon Jungkook
. . .
“What?” Jungkook asked you, breaking you out of the stream of sexual fantasies that had completely consumed you.
“Uh?” You blinked, realizing that you clearly missed half of what he was saying.
“Do you always look at people like that?” Jungkook tilted his head, looking at you carefully.
“No,” you looked down at the documents.
“So only at me? I hope only at me,” a smirk spread across Jungkook’s face.
You looked up to meet his smug gaze. You chuckled, leaning back on the back of the chair. “Yes,” you answered, looking at him intently.
“Even so... what were you thinking, if your gaze was so seductive?”
“About how beautiful your thin long fingers would look on my neck while you fucked me hard on this table,” your answer made him inhale loudly, his mouth hanging open in shock. “or about how you put me on my knees and put your dick in my mouth, making me choke... ah... there were so many thoughts that it’s hard to say which one caused that look”
You smiled contentedly, looking at Jungkook, who was speechless from shock. “Anyway... let’s call it a day. It seems like this meeting has failed...” collecting the documents, you stood up from the table and headed for the exit.
You exhaled sharply when a strong hand grabbed the waistband of your jeans, pulling you sharply back. “Seriously...” Jungkook practically growled in a low voice, pulling you towards him. “Do you think you can leave so easily after such a statement?!” his quiet laughter filled your body with heat.
“It seemed likeyou were too shocked... I didn’t want to embarrass you even more,” you answered, swallowing loudly. Jungkook covered your belly with a wide palm, completely pressing your body to his.
“I just didn’t expect such a cute little angel to actually be a pure devil” Jungkook nuzzled your neck, lightly nipping at your earlobe. His hand slowly moved up your body before gently squeezing your throat. “I was shocked that I missed it, wasting so much time playing the good guy around you” you hissed in pain as his teeth sank into your shoulder. He turned you to face him, squeezing your neck tighter. “But it turned out I shouldn’t have suppressed the urge to fuck you the very first second I saw you!” he pushed you hard against the wall.
“Jungkook...” you started to say, but he moved his hand to cover your mouth, squeezing your jaw tightly.
“No no no, baby...now it’s my turn to reveal the dark desires you’ve been causing me since the very first time we met” his fingers tangled in your hair, squeezing it tightly. “Open your mouth” he ordered.
You moaned as his hot tongue pushed into your mouth. You didn't care that you were in the office... and even if someone walked into the office now, you wouldn't care about that either... all you could think about was Jungkook's cock, which was rubbing against your stomach eagerly as he unzipped your pants. You moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you found yourself pinned back against the desk with his cock deep inside you.
"You were right!" Jungkook growled. "It really is a beautiful sight!" Jungkook gripped your neck tightly, thrusting hard into you.
You sat at the bar, watching the colorful lights playing with the whiskey in your glass… it had been a long time since you had such a stressful week. And what are you even doing here, you asked yourself, looking around the crowded nightclub. Today, even the atmosphere that you liked was not exciting. Just go home, you ordered yourself, taking a sip.
But you wanted to go to an empty apartment even less…
What the ..., you snorted in irritation when someone stood in front of your table, blocking the colorful lights that played in your glass. You looked up and looked at the guy who continued to stand in front of your table, looking at you. Maybe if you were in a better mood, you would even be interested in the attention of such a handsome guy like him. But now there was nothing but indifference.
You took a deep breath, leaning back on the couch, looking indifferently into the eyes of the guy who was smiling widely at you. You sat there in silence, trying to figure out what this guy wanted from you.
The guy leaned forward, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "This is usually my seat."
You chuckled at the brazen statement. "So what?"
"I don't mind sharing my couch with a hot girl like you." He said, looking you up and down.
You barely resisted the urge to roll your eyes. What a jerk, you thought to yourself. You braced your foot on the couch, blocking his path as he tried to sit at your table. "But I do. I'm sure you can find another couch with a girl you can handle." You sent him a death glare.
He laughed, taking a step back. He sat down in front of your table, resting his elbows on the low table, causing him to kneel in front of you. "Wow." He slowly slid his eyes down your body. "Are you this bossy in bed too?" he tilted his head to the side slightly, biting his bottom lip and winking at you.
"Wow." You leaned forward, resting your forearm on your knee. "And such a cheap pickup actually works?" you glared at him, feeling disappointed at the comment. You picked up the glass, pouring the rest of the whiskey into the ice bucket before placing the upside down glass back on the table. You shook your head, looking this overly confident guy up and down. You stood up and headed for the exit without saying a word.
. . .
Maybe it was that guy at the club or maybe you were just too tired, but even after the weekend, your irritation was still there. "What's going on?!" you cursed as some idiot parked right in front of you in your parking spot. "Hey, are you blind?" you yelled angrily, getting out of the car.
"Why?" a smug voice said, and your jaw dropped to the concrete floor with a thud as the guy from the club got out of the car. "Did you want this spot?" he asked, grinning widely at you. Wow, this idiot really is immortal, you stared at him, your mouth hanging open. "Or do you want this hot guy who parked in this spot?" he winked at you, and your eyes grew even wider.
He blocked his car and headed towards the elevator, leaving you standing with your mouth open in the middle of the parking lot. What the hell? you breathed out. This idiot works for your company? You've never wanted to fire someone as much as you did this guy, even though you didn't know who he was. You walked up to the elevators and huffed in annoyance when you saw him go up to the IT floor. Hell, that was the only department you weren't in charge of.
You walked into the IT director's office, throwing your bag on his desk. Seokjin looked at you in surprise, crossing his arms over his chest. "Good morning to you too!" He chuckled as you continued to fume.
"Fire him! Now!" you growled.
"Who?" Seokjin laughed.
"The smug jerk with the pretty face!"
"Me?" Seokjin pointed at himself before laughing. "You remember my condition for agreeing to head this department, right?" he stared at you
"Yeah," you snorted, plopping down on the couch. It wasn't like you were expecting results, but such a quick rejection upset you. You lay down on the couch, covering yourself with a blanket.
"And yet..." Seokjin asked laughing, sitting down next to you. "Who are you so eager to fire that you even came to my office in person?" Seokjin lightly patted your back. "Seeing you like this, I wonder if I should keep someone like that in my department if he upsets you so much." Seokjin put his arm around your shoulders, lifting you off the couch.
"I don't know," you snorted. "I've never seen him in the company before."
"Then why did you even think he worked for me?" Seokjin stroked your hair, calming you down.
"He went up to your floor, it's impossible to do without a pass"
"I don't want to brag, but all the guys in my department are handsome. I can't deny that at least once a day I don't think of them as jerks" Seokjin laughed, and you smiled at his words too. "Now we need to narrow down the suspects" Seokjin smiled widely, getting up from the couch, pulling you to your feet with him. He walked over to the window that replaced one of the walls, overlooking the entire floor.
You stared in surprise when you saw a crowd of models near the lounge area. "And how long have our models been so into IT? And the most interesting thing is, how did they even get to this floor?" you asked Seokjin, pointing your finger in their direction.
Seokjin laughed. "This has been a common sight in my department lately. As for how they ended up here… I already told you that all the guys in my department are handsome, and apparently they actively take advantage of it,” Seokjin shook his head. You were even more surprised when you realized that they were surrounding the guy who made them coffee. Your eyes widened when the guy turned around and turned out to be the idiot from the nightclub.
“Him!” you said, pointing at the guy who continued to giggle and flirt with your models. “He’s the smug jerk with the pretty face!” you snorted, crossing your arms over your chest. So he’s not just overconfident, he’s also a playboy. So many “talents” in one person.
“I’m afraid I definitely can’t do that,” Seokjin laughed. “You paid too much for him to fire him now.” Seokjin hugged your shoulders lightly, patting you comfortingly.
“What?” you stared at Seokjin in surprise. "Wait..." you shook your head, walking away from Seokjin, still staring at him with wide eyes. "What's that..."
"Yeah, that's Jung Hoseok." Seokjin replied, and you turned back towards the lounge. You were surprised to see Hoseok's eyes now looking at you, ignoring the girls around him. A smirk appeared on his face, which you wanted to wipe away with a slap.
. . .
He stood in a circle of models who giggled at his every word. Too easy, he thought, feeling bored. He chuckled, remembering the girl from the club. Wow, that was an aura. But he was even more surprised when he saw you on his way to work in the morning, especially when you pulled into his work parking lot. He couldn’t help himself, taking the parking space you were about to pull into, wanting to bring back the confusion you left him with at the club. He had never been rejected before. It was even interesting. He turned around and his coffee almost fell out of his hand when he saw you in the office of the director of his department. But what angered him even more was that Seokjin was hugging you. Are you two dating?, he thought, watching Seokjin laughing sincerely, hugging you. Now he regretted becoming so close with Seokjin. It would be too wrong to steal a friend's girlfriend, right?, he asked himself in his mind as your eyes met. His smile widened as you huffed in annoyance, turning your back on him. He barely had held his laughter as he felt the excitement of your reaction.
He watched you as you walked out of Seokjin's office, heading towards the elevator. Either way, he should ask you what department you work in. Before he could finish his thought, he was already heading towards the elevator. He was glad that the lobby was empty, allowing the two of you to talk in private.
"Now I'm even more interested in you," he said, appearing behind you.
"For the highest paid programmer, it seems you have way too much free time, Mr. Jung Hoseok," you said, not even turning to look at him.
"At first I wanted to ask what department such a sexy girl works in, but now I realize it's probably finance, since you know about my salary," he chuckled, walking around you, standing in front of you. “That’s not fair.” Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest, leaning on the wall behind him. “You can ask your boyfriend who I am. But if I ask Seokjin who his girlfriend is, that would be too weird.” You finally looked at him before chuckling.
“Mmm,” you shook your head, “That would be really weird,” you smiled widely at him. Looks like he really is going to have to steal you away from his friend, he thought as his heart skipped a beat.
He stopped the elevator door, causing you to roll your eyes in annoyance. “If I come to your floor, will you have coffee with me?” Whatever reaction he was expecting, your laughter was the last on the list. He looked at you in surprise as you laughed, clapping your hands.
“Yeah!” you smiled widely at him. “I’ll personally make you coffee if you come to my floor,” you gave him a thumbs up as he let go of the door, letting it close. He looked at the door in surprise, realizing that he had gotten this "yes" way too easily, especially considering your reaction to him. He looked up, looking at what floor you were going up to. Wait, isn't finance below their floor, he thought, watching the elevator go up.
He was surprised when the elevator stopped at the top floor. He looked at the department board, surprised when he saw CEO written next to the top floor. You were the CEO's assistant? Not bad, he grinned, stepping into the next elevator. He scanned the card and clicked on the top floor, but access was denied. He stared at the panel in surprise, he had checked every floor, and he had access to the entire building except the top floor. He stepped out of the elevator, heading to his office, grinning. Now he sees why you reacted that way. He walked into his office, sitting down at his computer, wondering if he should hack into the security system so he could have coffee with you. He smiled widely, leaning back in his chair. He looked forward and met the gaze of Seokjin, whose office was opposite, who was watching him with a smirk. Hoseok stood up and headed towards Seokjin's office.
"Your girlfriend knows how to impress," Hoseok said, walking into Seokjin's office without knocking.
Seokjin laughed as he looked at Hoseok as he sat down in the chair across from him. "Girlfriend? And what kind of impression did my girlfriend give you?"
"Desire to take her away from you." Hoseok smiled as Seokjin's smirk appeared on his face.
"You made quite interesting an impression on my girlfriend too." Seokjin laughed softly.
"Who has access to the top floor?"
"If you don't count the CEO, then every department head and the CEO's personal assistant." He said, pointing to his pass, which was a different color.
"So, your girlfriend is the CEO's personal assistant?" Seokjin just chuckled at his words. "Although I have another question. Will I be punished severely if I hack the security system to go to the top floor?" he asked and Seokjin looked at him.
"Why are you so interested in the top floor?"
"Your girlfriend promised to make me coffee if I came to her floor." Hoseok said smugly, wanting to make Seokjin jealous, but he just laughed.
"That's interesting," Seokjin said with a wide grin, taking his ID card off his neck. "Here, I can lend it to you for a while."
"You're not even jealous that your girlfriend wants to have coffee with me?"
"Wrong." Seokjin shook his head before smiling widely. "You want to have coffee with her, not she wants to have coffee with you. As a programmer, you should understand how different these algorithms are, regardless of the same result." Seokjin handed him the ID card with a satisfied smile. "So, should I lend you my ID card?" Seokjin raised an eyebrow, looking at him challengingly.
Hoseok snorted, waving his hand away from Seokjin. "I don't like too easy solutions, hyung." Hoseok stood up and headed for the door but stopped. "Are you so confident in your girlfriend that she won't choose me over you?" Hoseok turned around, looking at Seokjin.
"Hwaiting!" Seokjin smiled smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.
. . .
You stared at the door in surprise as Seokjin stumbled into your office, practically choking on laughter. "That's new!" you raised an eyebrow at Seokjin, who couldn't stop laughing.
Seokjin clapped his hands, giving two thumbs up, plopping down on the couch. "Wow!" Seokjin said, still laughing. "Just wow!!!"
"I feel like I've lost my ability to process information," you shook your head, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Honey, why are you offering to make coffee for another guy?" Seokjin pouted before he burst into laughter again.
"I don't know what to hit you for first: for calling me 'Honey' or for annoying me with your laughter without explaining the reason?" you rolled your eyes.
"Hoseok," Seokjin said, wiping away the tears that were streaming down his face from laughing. "He thinks you're my girlfriend. And he wants to take you away from me. Oh yeah... he also thinks you're the CEO's assistant." Seokjin said, trying to calm down. "By the way, he's probably going to hack the security system to get to your floor."
"Wow," you shook your head. "He really is overconfident."
"How did you two meet?" Seokjin turned to face you. "I'm dying to know why he's so into you, and why he irritates you so much. He's clearly not the type to chase girls so desperately..."
"You can ask your friend," you chuckled, sticking your tongue out at Seokjin.
"Okay," Seokjin chuckled, taking his phone out of his pocket. You looked at him in surprise as he dialed the number and put the call on speaker.
"Yeah, hyung," a deep voice answered, and you immediately recognized Hoseok.
"How did you meet my girlfriend?" Seokjin asked, and you raised an eyebrow at Seokjin.
"Oh, now you're finally starting to care," Hoseok laughed. "She made me kneel down. And I really liked it so much. So if I were you, I would seriously think about not losing your sexy girlfriend, because I will definitely do anything to end up on my knees in front of her again." Hoseok laughed and hung up.
"Um, sounds like you had a fun first meeting." Seokjin turned his gaze to you.
You chuckled, leaning back in your chair. Ah, so that's how you saw our first meeting, you thought in your mind. "I guess so. Aren't you going to the meeting?" You said, pointing to the clock on your wall.
"Okay, I'll leave that open for now, love." Seokjin chuckled before walking out of your office.
After work, you walked down to the parking lot and huffed in annoyance when you saw Hoseok sitting on your hood. "You really have too much free time if you keep showing up in front of me."
"Chasing you is more fun than working."
"Then quit." You said, crossing your arms.
"I'm afraid our CEO won't be pleased to hear that comment. There's a reason I'm the highest paid programmer."
"Yeah, your resume is way more impressive than your personality." You muttered under your breath. "What do you want?"
"You!" He grinned. "I decided to take you away from your boyfriend."
"Yeah, I heard something like that before..." You chuckled. "It's pretty dusty here," you said, pointing to the floor in front of you.
"I knew you heard our conversation with Seokjin." He stood up from the hood of your car, walking closer to you. "I wouldn't mind if you made me kneel in front of you on this dusty floor." His gaze turned seductive. "I promise, you'll definitely enjoy this" Hoseok said as he came closer to you looking at your short dress. You placed your palm on his chest, pushing him away from you.
You laughed and clapped your hands. "Wow, you really are too confident if you think every girl dreams of spreading her legs in front of you" you shook your head. "Like I said in the club, finding a girl in your league who will tremble and flow with excitement just because you looked at her" you patted his shoulder before getting into your car.
. . .
He stared at your car as you drove away. Oh, your words definitely angered him. It seems you are the one who is too confident in yourself, he muttered under his breath as he walked towards his car. What? A girl in his league... let's see what you say when you end up in my bed. He slammed the car door hard before starting the engine.
In the morning, he got to work and headed straight to Seokjin's office. Seokjin stared at him as he walked into the office without knocking, extending his hand towards him
"Interesting start to the day" Seokjin looked at Hoseok in surprise.
"Pass" he said, trying to contain his anger. Your words had been swirling around in his head all night, keeping him awake.
Seokjin laughed. "I hope you realize that there are only two people on the floor you want to go to."
"Don't be afraid, hyung. I'm not going to get caught by the CEO. I'm not that reckless." Hoseok took the pass and headed to the elevator. He pressed the top floor, taking a deep breath. He got off at the floor, and chuckled when he saw you digging through paperwork with your back to the elevator. "You know, your words really pissed me off yesterday," he said, resting his hands on your desk.
"Excuse me?" he stepped back when a complete stranger girl turned around and stood in front of him. The girl's eyes widened slightly when she met his gaze, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. "Can I help you?" the girl asked sweetly. It seemed like his heart had just dropped into his heels. Seokjin's words made sense now. He could almost feel the irritation as the girl continued to smile sweetly at him and blush, showing him her interest in him. "Do you have an appointment?" the girl asked, breaking him out of his stupor as he digested the information about who you were.
"You could say so..." Hoseok ran a hand through his hair, feeling his anger turn into shock. Now it made sense why you weren't even looking in his direction. He'd heard a lot about you, but he couldn't even imagine someone so handsome and young in this position. He stared at the door with your name on it.
"Did you find the documents I asked for..." You walked out of the office and froze when you saw him.
"Sorry, I was just looking when that young man came in."
You walked up to him, causing him to take an involuntary step back. You chuckled at his reaction. You took the pass he had in his hand and rolled your eyes at the name on it. "This idiot is seriously asking for punishment!" you practically growled. You turned your gaze to your assistant before pointing Hoseok towards your office.
He walked into the office and chuckled, you really were in a different league, he thought as he looked at the luxurious interior. You walked back into the office with a cup in your hands and walked past him, placing it on the coffee table next to the couch. "Sit down," you said, pointing to the couch, sitting down in the chair. "A promise is a promise," you chuckled, pointing to the coffee on the table.
"I didn't... I... I apologize for my behavior," he said, bowing politely to you.
"Look, you even have manners" you chuckled and he could feel his body tense up. "After finding out who I am, all your confidence magically disappeared" you laughed at his silent demeanor. But what could he tell you. He really had no idea that you were the CEO. But it irritated him even more when he remembered your assistant's reaction to him, proving you right about him.
"I still want to kneel in front of you..." he muttered, looking at the floor.
"Go ahead" you said, pointing to the carpet next to your feet. He obediently got up from the couch and walked over to your chair before kneeling next to your feet. "What's next, Hoseok?" your cold tone made him freeze in his tracks.
"How's your coffee break going?" Seokjin walked into your office without knocking. "Oh... Am I at the wrong time?"
Hoseok let out a sigh of relief, he had never been so happy to see Seokjin. He really didn’t know what he was going to do next. “I’m pretty sure we’re done here,” you chuckled, watching Hoseok. “Or is there another answer to my question?” You leaned forward, causing Hoseok to involuntarily lean back. He quickly hushed his head before practically running out of your office.
He walked into the elevator, taking a deep breath before sliding down the wall to the floor. And what were you going to do, kneeling in front of her, he asked himself mentally. He really was so used to all the girls dreaming of his attention that he was completely lost in front of someone who was completely indifferent to him. But why did that only make him want to be with you even more? He walked into the office, falling helplessly onto the couch. It’s not like you’re really dating, Hoseok muttered, looking at Seokjin’s pass. He had made the wrong conclusion, but neither you nor Seokjin corrected him.
At the end of the work day, he walked down to the parking lot, heading towards your car. He leaned on the driver’s door, waiting for you. He chuckled that you only came down when the parking lot was completely empty, except for his and yours. cars.
“You work too much,” he said as you walked out into the parking lot.
You sighed, rolling your eyes when you saw him standing next to your car. “I thought we cleared this up in the office,” you said, crossing your arm over your chest.
“No,” Hoseok shook his head. “We were interrupted. Regardless of the circumstances, I want you more than ever,” he chuckled.
“Sex?” you met his gaze, but your face was a mask of emotion. “Okay,” you shook your head. You looked at your car, snorting. You turned and walked towards his SUV. He stared at you, not quite understanding your reaction. “Are you just going to stand there?” you raised an eyebrow before opening the back door of his car.
“What?” he asked, incredulous, walking up to you.
“Get in the car,” you ordered, pointing to the back seat. He got in the car, feeling completely confused by your behavior. You got in the car, closing the door behind you. He silently watched your every move. “Who would have doubted it,” you grinned as you opened the glove compartment and took a condom from there. You squeezed the edge of the package with your teeth, sitting on his lap from above, lifting your dress up.
It felt like all the air left his lungs as you quickly unzipped his pants. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, stunned by your behavior. Is this reality or is he dreaming, he asked himself as your fingers squeezed his half-hard cock, moving along its entire length. He sat there with his mouth open, watching as you put the condom on his cock. It felt like he was just watching from the sidelines, not participating in what was happening. “Oh my god,” he breathed out as you guided his cock into your pussy, taking his entire length.
You moaned as you sank all the way down onto his cock. His fingers dug into your hips as you rode his cock. None of this felt real... He tried to gather his thoughts, but the pleasure completely clouded his mind. “Fuck,” he growled as you braced your hands on the seat and began to move faster on his cock. “Fuck...” He moaned, he couldn’t hold back his loud moans. It was way too good. You covered his mouth with your hand, causing him to only muffled moans into your palm. You moved your other hand to your clit, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, throwing his head back onto the seat as your pussy squeezed his cock with force... There was no way he could hold back the orgasm that washed over him. He closed his eyes as the pleasure practically tore him apart. You pulled your hand away from his mouth, pushing against his shoulder as you came moments after him, moaning loudly. He was out of breath as he tried to come back to his senses. His eyes snapped open as his car door slammed a moment after you got off of him.
“What the fuck just happened?” he asked himself, sitting with his pants unzipped in the empty car. You just fucked him and left?! He stared out the window, watching your car leave the parking lot. Did I just get fucked? he asked himself incredulously. He laughed, getting rid of the condom. Wow... so this is how the girls I fucked in the club felt and left them right after I came. Oh, I should definitely apologize to them... He had never felt used before. He chuckled, meeting his own eyes in the rearview mirror. Wow, you really were something! He laughed, moving into the driver's seat.
. .
He stepped into the elevator in the morning and stared at the panel when after he scanned his badge, the button for the top floor lit up too. You had to be kidding him, he practically growled when he pressed your floor and the door closed, lifting him up. He didn’t even look towards your assistant who smiled widely at him as he headed to your office.
“Am I your sex toy now?” He asked, getting your attention as he walked into your office without knocking.
You looked up, the mocking look in your eyes only angering him further. “You don’t want to?” you chuckled, leaning back in your chair.
“No!” he growled.
“Okay,” you shrugged before turning back to the papers in your hands.
“What? That’s it?” He stared at you, dumbfounded, at your reaction, or rather lack thereof. “The only option I have is be a sex toy?” He yelled at you.
“You said you didn’t want to. I’ll find another one,” you answered calmly, not even looking up from the paperwork.
“What the fuck?” He asked, loudly slapping his palm on your desk. “You fucking decided to joke like that?” He yelled across the room.
“Why?” You looked up at him, but your face was still emotionless. You leaned back in your chair, looking him over from head to toe.
“You just fucked me... That’s it? And now I’m either your toy that you use or nothing, or what?” He was seething with anger.
“Yes,” You shook your head indifferently. "What, when someone does to you what you do to others, you don't like it as much?"
"So this is your way of punishing me?"
"Punish?" you laughed loudly. "You wanted to sleep with me back at the club, I gave you what you wanted, so why are you so mad at me now? You didn't think I'd fall in love with you after your dick was inside me, did you?" His jaw tensed at your words. "You did? Oh it's even cute…" you chuckled. He growled, sweeping all the papers off your desk in one motion. Fuck, he seemed to have gone too far, he thought, looking at the mess around your desk. But your words erased the ability to control his anger.
You rolled your eyes, getting up from your chair. "You can go back to work after you clean up the mess after you," you said, walking past him indifferently to the exit.
He flinched when the door to his office closed with a loud thud. "Fuck," he growled, sitting down on the floor. He screwed up.
. . .
"You got a new position?" he jumped in surprise when Seokjin's voice sounded behind him. "I thought you were going to ditch work." Seokjin laughed at him.
Hoseok rolled his eyes as he was kneeling in your office, picking up papers he'd scattered on the floor. "You could say that," Hoseok snorted in annoyance. He did have a new "position."
"Good luck. I hope the pay is just as good." Seokjin laughed as he walked out of the office.
Hoseok stared at the door, realizing Seokjin had walked in without knocking. Not that he had knocked... But it wasn't the first time Seokjin had walked in without knocking. Although, you wouldn't have slept with him if you had any kind of relationship with Seokjin, right? The thought kept haunting him.
“Don’t you have work to do?” You asked as you walked back into the office. He chuckled as he sat on the couch, waiting for you.
“Don’t I have a new position?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “What if you need your toy now?” He chuckled, squeezing his cock through his pants.
“I thought you gave up on that,” You sat down at your desk, looking up at him.
“What’s your relationship with Seokjin?” Hoseok asked, getting up from the couch.
“So suddenly?” You chuckled.
“Are you sleeping with him?” Hoseok’s jaw tensed.
“Does it matter?” You leaned back in your chair, looking at him.
“Yeah!” He growled. “I’m not going to share you with anyone!”
You laughed at his words. “Fucked you once and you think you have some right to tell me what to do and what not to do?” His jaw tensed at your words.
“Yyyaaaa!” He yelled, slamming his palm on the table.
“Ya?!” Your gaze turned cold, causing him to step back. “You seem to have completely forgotten where you are and who you’re talking to right now, Hoseok!”
“Sorry,” his voice was barely above a whisper. He quickly bowed and practically ran out of your office, not wanting to make his situation any worse. Fuck, what should he do. He exhaled loudly, resting his forehead on your door.
“Are you okay?” your secretary asked, reminding him of her presence.
“Yes,” he replied coldly, heading towards the elevator.
. . .
You chuckled when you found Hoseok standing next to your car in the parking lot again. Such an obedient puppy.
“What is the reason for this time to see you?” you asked, walking closer.
“If I had an answer to that question, I wouldn’t be standing here like an idiot,” Hoseok muttered under his breath.
“Sex?” you asked, pointing towards your car.
“Am I your dildo?” he snorted in displeasure.
“I thought we settled this in the office. Anyway...” you shrugged, heading towards the driver’s seat. You chuckled at the quick footsteps behind you. Hoseok’s hand closed the door as soon as you tried to open it.
“You’re too cruel,” he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder.
“What do you want, Hoseok?”
“If we met somewhere else instead of the club, would we have a chance at a normal relationship?”
“No,” you said without thinking and he chuckled. “If it weren’t for that night, we would have never met. Besides, it’s unlikely that you approached me at the club with the idea of a *normal relationship*,” you said, pushing him away from you. “It’s not like I was thinking about any kind of relationship while fucking with you...” You turned to him, giving him a cold look. “So stop acting like an innocent boy in love, it doesn’t suit you.” You said, getting into your car before leaving the parking lot.
. . .
He growled, throwing his phone on the bed. He had sent you over 30 messages, but you hadn't responded to any of them... He laughed at how pathetic he looked now. He had turned into the ones he despised so much. It wasn't that he didn't get you, or that he couldn't continue having sex with you... but the fact that his opinion was completely ignored was driving him crazy. It was all up to you... and if he wasn't happy with your terms, he would simply be replaced. But why was he so desperate to cling to even such an opportunity as being your personal sex toy? Love? Nonsense for naive romantics... and he certainly wasn't one of them. His pride? Ego? That he was always the player? What specific sore point was your behavior pressing on, forcing him to drown in a frantic desire to own you or to be own by you, turning him into an addict, dependent on your every breath, in just a couple of days...
He headed to your office as soon as he arrived at work. He practically sighed in relief when he saw that you had just arrived at work and were heading to the elevator. You didn't even look in his direction when he said hello, entering the elevator with you.
"I texted you yesterday," he finally broke the silence.
"I saw," you answered without even looking at him.
"Then why didn't you answer?" he practically growled at such blatant disregard.
"I did," you gave him a cold look, turning to look at him. "With silence."
He took a step towards you, but you held out your hand with the folder in front of him, stopping him. "Decided to amuse the guards?" You raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with displeasure. He stepped back, pressing the button for the underground parking.
"You better follow me unless you want to give the guards content that even P***Hub would envy!" he growled as the elevator door opened. He tasted victory as you walked out with him, following him up the stairs.
He opened the door for you to enter before he walked in himself. He smiled, turning to face you. He let out a loud gasp of shock as he received a hard slap across his face. He stumbled back, losing his balance from the unexpected blow. "Again?" You asked through clenched teeth as he reached out for you. Oh, he really pissed you off this time. He shook his head, stepping back. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "I think I really did go crazy thinking that sex would make you leave me..." you huffed in annoyance.
"Yeah! I admit it! You're right!" he raised his hands up admitting his defeat. "If it weren't for that night at the club we wouldn't have met each other... and the fact that at that moment you were nothing more than a catch for one night to me..." he ran his hand over his face feeling his despair in every word. "But here we are, in an acquaintance that happened as it happened" he took a step towards you, but you stepped back. "Is there really no chance that instead of destruction and scandals, there could be something else?" he asked, meeting your gaze.
"Hoseok..." you shook your head. "Why?"
"I don't know!" he raised his voice. "I don't have an answer to that fucking question!!!" he practically growled. "The only thing I know is that I don't want to let you go, no matter what that means! Sex or being your dildo - okay, as you wish! If you want to make me a piece of the furniture in your office - just do it! If you tell me to be rug under your desk - tell me what color suit to wear to match with your shoes! Anything... just let me be with you" he stepped forward, biting into your lips, pressing your body tightly to his. It seemed he even stopped breathing the moment you responded to his kiss and hugged him back. He grinned, that was the first time he had first sex with someone earlier than a first kiss... Although with you from the very beginning everything was not as usual, and he was glad about it!
You were sitting at the bar and you could feel a scorching look on your back. You knew exactly who it was.
As soon as you walked into the club, you immediately noticed a group of guys at the back table by the wall. There were seven of them. But you saw only one pair of eyes captured you and didn’t take your eyes off you for a second while you walked to the bar. You haven’t seen people as beautiful as them in a while. Judging by the way some girls reacted to them, they were most likely celebrities. No wonder. It’s like they’re came off the cover of fashion magazines. You sat your back to them, you didn’t come to the club to take a guy out for the night or meet someone. You weren’t interested dating. You loved to enjoy the atmosphere of the club. It was your way of de-stressing. You always chose a place at the end of the bar, where the light was as dim as possible and the music wasn’t too loud.
“Like always?” you heard a familiar voice as you looked at the dance floor. A bright smile greeted you when you turned your head to the bar. Because you used to come often, you knew almost every bartender at this club.
“Hi. Yes, please,” you smiled back.
“How are you doing? Although judging by your outfit, not very good.”
“When my mood doesn’t good my outfit different from the usual outfit choice?”
“Oh yes! Definitely! It becomes more explicit, but not so much that you are mistaken for a whore. And the glance turns too imperious, especially for someone who is not interested in dating” he described you gesticulating with a bar spoon, like a conductor’s stick.
It made you laugh out loud, “Thanks to you, my mood is always great.”
He put a cocktail in front of you “ Poor guys go bankrupt on days like this buying you a drink trying to get at least a minute of your attention. You urgently need to date someone!”
“Thank you, but I’m fine. And by the way, you’re welcome, that I’m raising your sales”
“Okay, okay… Thank you so much, it’s so kind from your side.” he smiled. “By the way you know them” he nodded toward the table with the handsome guys. “I heard they’re a famous boyband from South Korea. Some girls went crazy when they showed up. What’s there to say about girls, even if I’m almost fall in love in them. They looks like a million dollars. I’m so jealous!” he said.
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