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God knows his company only allowed him to show his darkest persona because J-Hope was already a very popular name and he could bring in the numbers, even while trying something as different as this. 

“So you told us you wanted to film two music videos for your album, More and Arson?” one of HYBE’s producers was sitting on the side of the long table in the office room, while Hoseok was seated at the head of the table. “Based on the references you gave us, we created some mockups of the sets, and storyboards to show you. Which do you want to start with?” 

“Let’s do More first, please.” Hoseok nodded with a professional smile, sitting up straighter when a couple of the staff members brought mockup models of miniature rooms. 

Hoseok was shown what looked like a hospital room, a living room, a garage, an office; all spaces he had included in the briefing he filled out. It was always nice to see his ideas coming to life, even if he could already see a detail or two that had been interpreted a little differently from what he wanted. 

But they had time to fix–

The tiny buzz of his phone on the pocket of his pants was enough to break the focused gaze he had on the producer. Nodding his head to show that he was still listening, Hoseok pulled his personal phone out, just to check who was texting him. 

His heart did a somersault in his chest as he read the notification:

💕💋🌸Baby Girl sent you a message. Unlock to view. 

The triad of emojis always made him laugh, he still remembered you carefully picking each one of them when you finally changed his contact for you from your name to your title. 

For privacy reasons, Hoseok never allowed any of his notifications to show its contents on his screen, he’d have to unlock the device if he wanted to figure out what you wanted. In hindsight, he should wait until the end of the meeting. But what if it was urgent? You knew not to distract him when he was working and you above all people knew he was busy –you hadn’t been able to see each other for a little over a week for that very reason–. 

Besides, after this meeting was done, he had a RUN BTS episode to shoot and there’s no way he’d open your chat next to his nosey members. 

And he could admit it to himself that he missed you. 

So fucking much. 

More than he’d admit it even to yourself. 

“Hobi-ssi?” the call of his name made him look up from his phone, ears feeling a little hotter now that he realized people were waiting for him to answer a question he absolutely did not hear. 

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that, hyung-nim?” 

“Sorry, I said we have some locations in mind that we’d like to show you, and what we think we could do with it.” the man repeated and Hoseok was already nodding. 

“Please, show me, sure.” 

Now, Hoseok did try focusing on the slide show being shown on the television across from him, he did attempt to find empty square rooms and warehouses interesting. But his phone buzzed a couple more times and he just couldn’t ignore it any longer. 

Hoseok dimmed the brightness of his screen and sat back against his chair, spreading his legs so he could hide the phone between them and under the waxed mahogany table. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Daddy. 

Before he even got to the following text messages, Hoseok’s blood already felt hot in his veins. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Guess what I’m doing! 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I’ll give you a hint: 🛍️ 

Hoseok: I don’t know what you’re doing, baby, but I’m at work rn. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I’m shopping! 

Hoseok: Shouldn’t you be at work right now too? 🤨

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I’m at my lunch break right now, duh. I was feeling sad, so I came to the mall :( 

Now, this would be a great time for Hoseok to wish you a good day, remind you to eat before your break was over and get back to the slides being explained to him. But you said you were sad. Hoseok never wanted you to be sad. 

Hoseok: Why are you sad, baby? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Because I miss you :( 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: So much. Daddy is being mean. 

Hoseok: I’m not being mean, I’m just busy. I’ll see you during the weekend, you know that. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: That’s three days away!! :(((( Wanna see you now. 

Hoseok: Don’t start that, you know I can’t. 

Hoseok: Do you still have that credit card I gave you? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I do. 

Hoseok: Use it to buy yourself whatever you want, so you’re not sad anymore. How about that? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Thank you, daddy! 

Hoseok: And eat. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Okaaaay. 🙄

Hoseok: Don’t give me that attitude now. Send me a picture to prove you had a healthy meal. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: And it has to be healthy too?? 

Hoseok: Yes. 

Hoseok bit down a laugh, imagining your little petulant pout and roll of your eyes as you hated it when he made you eat healthy. And he didn’t even mean a salad or some shit like that, he just didn’t think you should live off of instant noodles and dumplings. 

He knew he was playing with fire when it came to you, and not because he was texting you while in the middle of a meeting. Your relationship… If he could even call it that, was less than ideal. 

You were a great deal younger than him, younger than Jungkook even, which was usually where he drew the line. Fresh out of university, he met you when you had just started your first job. Not even a job, but an internship in your field of studies. It would have been fine, too, Hoseok wasn’t big headed enough to only get involved with famous people. 

If anything, he preferred that you were unknown, that came less drama when hooking up with anonymous people. 

But your internship was at MEJIWOO. The clothing brand that was founded and owned by his sister. 

T H E N 

As far as he knew, you met his older sister when Jiwoo needed a pretty girl to model her clothes. You just had to be in a few pictures for the website and to post ON Instagram, but you showed so much efficiency and passion –and the fact you were a fashion design graduate student– that you ended up being hired as an intern for the brand. 

Hoseok didn’t really have the habit of visiting his sister at work, or at all, a fact Jiwoo very much nagged him about. But, on a fateful day, he did. And that’s when he met you for the first time. 

At least ten women worked alongside his sister, but you were the first one to ever catch his eye. Not only because he had never seen you in the office before, not even because Jiwoo introduced you to him as this angel that came into her life when she wasn’t expecting. 

You were just something else. 

First of all, you were so damn shy you could barely look him in the eye for the first several minutes you were in the same room together. You were shorter than him, obviously younger, too, as you had this youthful sparkle about you; the world clearly hadn’t had its hands on you yet. 

Your eyes were filled with innocent wonder, your pastel colored clothes made you seem innocent. An angel, like Jiwoo said; someone perfectly crafted for a man like Hoseok to ruin. 

Jiwoo didn’t know it at the time, or she wouldn’t have introduced the two of you. She wouldn’t even have left you alone together as she had to take a call from one of the textile suppliers. Not that Hoseok would just jump you, he had more class than that. Nothing even happened during that first meeting, but it was enough to engrave you into his brain. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about your dulcet voice that sounded like melted caramel, or how small your hands were when you served him a cup of coffee, or how sweet you were when you warned him the mug was hot; as if he couldn’t see the steam blowing out. 

You were so damn pretty, but not in the obvious, carefully produced idol-way he was used to. There was nothing unnatural about you, everything you had, you were born with and he could appreciate unadulterated beauty. 

It was safe to assume that Hoseok kept coming back to visit his sister at work, with so many excuses that she would surely suspect something was up sooner than later. But the thing was, there was something about you that Jiwoo didn’t know about. Something Hoseok wasn’t supposed to notice either, but he did. 

The first time he saw it, he chucked it off to a fashion choice. A personal preference. And for what he could see, during his impromptu visits to your workplace, you didn’t wear it everyday either. 

But the days that you did wear it were the days you were a little more jittery than usual, a little more stressed, that’s how he knew. The delicate silver chain you wore around your neck was what tipped him off; unassuming for anyone that didn’t know the lifestyle, just a thin necklace that sat snug against your throat, with a sterling circle in the middle. 

A subtle day collar for a submissive. 

As if you needed to be any more perfect for him. 

Still, he couldn’t just assume, taking a risk as it was just the two of you inside Jiwoo’s main office, as you served him an iced tea instead of coffee this time, with a meek:

“It’s quite hot today and this tea is pretty popular with everyone in the office.” you had told him then, no longer scared of looking him in the eye. “I added sugar, though, because I thought you might like sweet things.” 

It should be shameful the way Hoseok’s lips moved slowly as he praised: “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” 

You let out the tiniest gasp, freezing on the spot as the air inside the office became charged. Hoseok was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid. And he knew when people were attracted to him, there were just so many times you could leave your post to spend a few minutes with him whenever he came over to visit, and serving drinks wasn’t in your list of tasks. 

You also weren’t as subtle as you thought you were, often staring at his lips when he spoke, or your eyes moved to his fingers and stayed there for a beat too long. 

“You were correct, don’t worry.” he had smiled at you in hopes of soothing your nerves. His right hand reached out to the thin silver necklace around your throat, giving the circle a teeny tug with his pointer finger. And the whine that you tried to muffle was the best music to his ears. “I love sweet things.” 

Your pretty eyes were round and there were lines of confusion between your brows. Your lips were slightly parted and covered in a pink gloss that he was dying to taste. The idol had never felt like this for anybody else before you, this want that made him ignore the voice in his head yelling about how much of a bad idea this was. You were driving him crazy and you had no idea.  

Hoseok was already risking a lot more than he should, there was no way he would be able to keep coming back to his sister’s office, he was running out of excuses. And ‘I desperately want to fuck your newest intern’ wouldn’t be taken in such a positive light. He could also leave you incredibly offended with his next words, but he mumbled them anyway: 

“Do you already belong to anyone, angel?” 

Your breath hitched and you swallowed hard, the prettiest blush covering your cheeks. You knew exactly what he was asking, exactly what he meant. “I don’t. Not yet.” 

“Are you looking for a–” 

His question was interrupted when Jiwoo rushed back into her office apologizing to Hoseok for being so busy and asking you to check the status of a delivery she had been waiting for. You escaped through his grasp and Hoseok was sure he missed his chance. 

But then, just as he was leaving after having to sit through a very painful conversation about fashion cycles and marketing opportunities in China, you hurried to catch up with him and your boss as they waited for the elevator to arrive. 

“Excuse, Hoseok-ssi.” you were out of breath and bowing as you handed him a small magazine. “Here’s our latest catalog. The one you asked to see.” 

Excitement bubbled on Hoseok’s stomach as he could take a hint when he needed to. He thanked you with a bow in return and hugged his sister goodbye. In the safety and solitude of the elevator, Hoseok wooshed through the pages of the catalog, finding a note scribbled with a pink gel pen:

‘This is my number. If you’re interested. xx’

N O W 

It’s been six months. 

Hoseok had fucked you more times than he could count, the two of you had been so close to getting caught —by his sister, by his members, by the public– and he couldn’t give you up. Not when you were more than he was expecting, a one night stand that turned into more than he had bargained for. 

You went from being a nice fuck to someone Hoseok couldn’t give up. Only two weeks after you slept together for the first time –and second and third times–, he asked to be your Dom. 

It started as a mutually beneficial agreement, where the two of you would meet up whenever you were both free and in the mood. It was supposed to be about sex, just two adults that were surprisingly compatible in bed. 

But you just had to be incredibly smart, able to hold a conversation with him –when pillowtalk wasn’t even in his list of interests–, you were also sweeter than he thought, slightly naive, trusting and kind, which was the perfect recipe for Hoseok to become extremely protective of you. 

Your relationship evolved into exactly that, him taking care of you in more ways than one, just like you did to him. 

You were patient with him when he was stressed about his album, you came over to his studio with snacks just because you knew he could go hours without remembering to even drink a sip of water, you allowed him to take out his frustrations on you, leaving behind handprints and bite marks as proof. 

He was good to you in more ways than he thought he could, too; Hoseok listened to your worries and assured you your fears and anxieties about your future were all in your head, he paid off the rest of student debts just so you could have a little less weight on your shoulders, he was there for you when you just wanted to not think for a while. 

Hoseok was someone you could count and depend on. And you were the only person he wasn’t afraid of showing his true self to. You were accepting of all sides of him, the good and the ugly. And, sometimes, Hoseok thought you might love them too. 

Whether or not he had caught unrequited feelings for you along the way, he wasn’t quite ready to admit just yet. 

It was about thirty minutes later that his phone buzzed again, after decisions had been made about both music videos he was planning on filming and releasing. Yet, there was so much more that had to be looked over; from make-up looks, to outfit changes and how many extras they would need to hire. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl sent you an attachment. Unlock to view. 

The man stopped listening to the head of the makeup department as she was in the middle of explaining to him how her team could create burn effects to make it look like his skin was peeling off. 

You sent him a picture and Hoseok was quick to assume it would be an artsy shot of your food, the proof you were eating well. He was praising you in his head already, as he so carelessly unlocked his phone and clicked on the notification to see–

“Fuck–” 

Hoseok cursed under his breath as he saw a picture of you in what clearly looked like the changing room of a lingerie store, based on what you were wearing. The fancy kind, too, if the champagne flute in the corner of the shot was anything to go by. 

At least you were making good use of the credit card he had given you. 

It was hard to pry his eyes away from you, as what you were wearing left nothing to the imagination. It was a flimsy two piece, pink set that was made of transparent mesh and nothing else. He could see your nipples darkening the material of the bra, the little bow in the front of the panties, the soft curves of smooth skin on your perfect body. 

Plump breasts slightly pushed out by the position of your arms, hips jutted out letting him kind of see the supple curve of your ass. 

Your face was in frame, too, bottom lip worried between your teeth and the same innocent eyes that had entrapped him. No matter how many times he told you to hide your face, just so you’d be safe. You never listened, assuring him you trusted him. It wasn’t his morals that he feared, but the very real possibility of something leaking, just because of who he was. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl sent you an attachment. Loading…

Hoseok’s chest was expanding with his heavy breaths, cock starting to twitch inside his pants. He couldn’t do this right now, his staff had taken time out of their busy schedules in order to put up this presentation for him and he had no idea what they were even talking about anymore. 

It didn’t help that when the file you sent finished loading, the idol realized it was a fucking video. 

Hoseok: Baby, what are you doing? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Just showing you what I’m buying! Do you not like it? 

Hoseok: I like it, but you can’t do this to me right now, I’m in the middle of a meeting. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: You didn’t answer me. Does it?

Hoseok: Yes I did, I said I like it. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Not the text, didn’t you open the video, daddy? 

Hoseok: Baby girl, I’m warning you to behave. 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: Well, I don’t feel like behaving right now. 

Hoseok: Is that so? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: I’m not seeing you anytime soon

Hoseok: So you think that means you get to act like a brat? 

💕💋🌸Baby Girl: You can’t do anything about it anyway. 

Most of the time you were a good girl for him. Pliant, obedient, the perfect little sub for him. That didn’t mean you didn’t act out every now and then, that you didn’t behave like a spoiled brat to get what you wanted. Hoseok understood it, too, as it was your way of getting back at him for being too busy, for neglecting you. 

He couldn’t deny that it was exciting for him too, it gave him the chance to discipline you accordingly. 

Hoseok really shouldn’t fucking open the video you sent him, but he was so weak for you. With a heavy sigh, he looked up to where the staff and producers were discussing amongst themselves, likely believing that if Hoseok was to disagree he’d join the conversation. 

Shuffling through the few contents of his pocket, the idol easily found the earbud case and took one one out, popping it in his ear as he waited for the small beeping sound to let him know the bluetooth connected fully. 

His hand was still holding his phone under the table as his thumb pressed play. 

Your phone was propped up somewhere, at the level of your hips, so you didn’t need to keep holding it. The video started with a closeup shot of your tits as you pressed record, and then you took a couple steps back to show him the same pink set of the picture. 

He should really get you a new phone, with a higher definition on the front camera, but he could still see you perfectly. Stunning as always, mischievous as can me. 

“Hi, daddy.” you told him, uncaring of who might hear you outside of the changing room. As you spoke, you moved this way and that to show him how the lingerie hugged your curves. “I’m thinking of buying this, what do you think? You know you’ll be the only one to see me in it.”

You knew what you were doing, clearly, playing his possessiveness over you. And you were right. Although you weren’t together, you were exclusive. He was your Dom. You belonged to him. 

You walked a little closer to the camera, turning around so he could see your backside, ass cheeks swallowing the tiny pink bottom. Hoseok’s breathing was chopped as your small fingers hooked on the sides of the underwear and he really wanted you to pull it down, bend over and spread. 

Instead, you pulled it up a couple of times, making the thin band get stuck just a little more into your ass, plump and perfectly round cheeks jiggling with the movement. You were a fucking work of art, nice ass and hips, merging into a narrow and delicate waist. He could devour you whole, and his hardening cock most definitely agreed. 

“Does it make you wanna fuck me, daddy?” your voice was whiny and breathy. “My ass doesn’t have your prints anymore, I miss you so much.” you turned around then, taking the phone in your hand and aiming it to your face and tits. “I miss choking on your big cock. Wish you were with me. I’d be on my knees for you, would you like that?” 

That was as far as he could go, clicking out of the video as his baggy pants suddenly felt surprisingly tight and his brain was sluggish with the thoughts of you. Your mouth that belonged around his cock, your perfect ass that he loved to spank until it was read. You kept saying you missed him and that was a sentiment he could very much agree on. 

He missed everything about you. From your body to your giggles and smart mouth. You had plans to spend the weekend together, when you came over to his apartment, but now he wasn’t sure if he could wait three days for that either. 

Hoseok: You’re in trouble now, baby girl. 

Some girls at the office definitely thought you had it easy. 

Surely, for an intern, you did get put in too many projects and you had the opportunity to be in meetings and go to events with your boss that some of them didn't, but that was a result of your hard work and nothing else. 

They didn't see the many nights you stayed in the office until after hours to help Jiwoo meet her deadlines, they weren’t there when you came over early to make sure the office was spotless for when the possible investors came over for meetings. 

All they saw was a young girl desperate to be the boss' favorite. It wasn't completely a lie, you did like Jiwoo very much, but you didn't kiss her ass as most of them thought you did. 

Today had been a particularly draining day, which is why you ended up at the mall during your lunch break, refusing to stay near Mina and Seulgi as they gossiped in the break room, making a point to exclude you from their conversation. 

It was with cloudy thoughts and heavy bones that you unlocked the door of your apartment, kicking your shoes off at the small entrance. You didn't remember leaving the living room light on as you left this morning, cursing yourself at the unnecessary added cost to your energy bill. 

When you crossed the threshold properly was when you saw him, the very handsome man seated on your couch. Hoseok looked like he belonged there, like he owned everything in the room, including you. 

"Seok–" you breathed out your surprise, dropping your shopping bags and your purse on the small side table at the entrance of the living room. 

"Surprise." he smiled sweetly, getting up from his spot and letting you bury yourself in his chest. 

"What are you doing here?" your arms were around his middle as his chin rested on top of your head. 

"You said you missed me." he shrugged, a movement you felt under your cheek. "Everything okay?" 

"Mhm, just a long day." you assured him.

It should be surprising how your body instantly started to relax just from being in Hoseok’s presence. Your muscles were loosening, your thoughts began slowing down. But it came as no surprise at all, this was always the reaction he caused on you. You didn’t know if it could be explained who Hoseok was to you, or by the not-so-tiny feelings you harbored for him. 

Having Jung Hoseok in your living room, after letting himself in with the spare key you gave him for emergencies, wasn’t something you ever thought you’d get; not a year ago when you started working for his sister, not now. Even though you had at this point, many times. 

He was studying you intently, you noticed, knowing damn well he'd be able to tell if anything was going on. He knew when you were upset, he knew when you were nervous about work, he knew when you were excited, he knew when you missed home. 

Tonight, you hoped he saw how much you actually did miss him. You could see it on him right back, how he missed you, too.

“Did you eat, baby?” his hand touched the side of your face, lifting it so he could look at you properly. Read it in your eyes if you decided to lie. 

“Oh, shit.” you gasped, brows furrowing. 

“Yn.”

The stern way in which he called your name made your heart rate skyrocket. Not because you feared him, but because you hated to disappoint him. 

Having someone pay close attention to your meals, to the point of asking for proof, could be considered a red flag. But this was Hoseok. The only red things about him were his lips once you kissed him hard enough, and the color of his heart.

He didn’t ask about it to be controlling, even if he could, based on the nature of your relationship. But you had a genetic condition –thanks, Eomma– that made you prone to low blood pressure. It never stopped you from living your life and most of the time you forgot about it, which sometimes got you in trouble. 

You could get dizzy, feel weak, get horrible headaches, nausea and during more extreme crises, you could faint. It was safe to assume that when Hoseok learned this about you, he took it upon himself to make sure you looked after yourself better. 

It didn’t always work out, which is why he was looking at you with hard eyes and a reprimanding pull on his lips. All you could do was stare at the little mole he had on his upper lip as you tried to explain:

“No, I– I did.” you assured him, hand resting on his forearm and giving it a light squeeze. “Sun-he brought sandwiches to the office, so everyone ate, but I forgot to send you the picture, I'm sorry.”

“That's okay, as long as you ate.” Hoseok let go of a small sigh of relief, thumb caressing your cheekbone. “Are you hungry now?”

You answered him with a little shrug. 

Something wasn't right with you, Hoseok noticed as soon as you stepped into your home, which immediately halted the plans he had for you tonight. 

His punishment for the little stunt you pulled this afternoon would have to wait. 

Your shoulders were down in a slump, you kept rolling your neck in small twists as if trying to release the tension in your muscles, your eyes were starting to glaze over and your lips were forming that natural pout he loved to kiss. 

Hoseok knew you didn't always have it easy at work with people constantly undermining you, being so young in such a cutthroat work field meant it was easy for you to be put into highly stressful situations and be expected to deal with it. 

Jiwoo would never treat you unfairly, he knew his sister appreciated you and took you under her wing, treating you as her own pupil. But that also put a target on your back when it came to the other workers in the office. He knew about it because you confided in him, but you refused to bring it to his sister’s attention. 

He understood it, too, you didn't want to cause trouble or animosity at the office, despite him telling you over and over again that his sister would listen. 

Hoseok oftentimes thought about saying something to Jiwoo himself, but fearing the questions that would follow, and not wanting to make his sister even more suspicious, he never did. 

"Not wearing your collar today?" he asked you quietly, the back of his fingers touching the side of your neck, making you lean into his touch. 

Your day-collar was what made him make the first move on you all those months ago, but back then he didn't know all that it meant to you. 

He saw it as a way for you to display a side of your personality that would only be interpreted by the community you were both into, but it ran a lot deeper than that. 

To you, in a way, it was a safety blanket. It had the power to ground you, to center you, and help you find a balance. It brought you comfort, a sense of stability. 

You had confessed to him that it started meaning a lot more once he became your Dom, as it served as a reminder of him. 

“Didn't think I'd need it today, so I left it at home.” you explained, the hand that wasn’t touching him raised to touch your own throat, likely feeling the absence of your collar around it. “Besides, I think Seulgi is starting to realize what it is.”

“How come?” Hoseok frowned. He never did like Seulgi and her nosy ass. 

“She watched a movie, so they were talking about BDSM in the break room.” you explained, lips turned into a grimace, eyes dropping from his. 

“Did that make you uncomfortable?” 

You shrugged again before replying: “I just hate how there's a lot of wrong information out there, especially in movies. They just exaggerate everything.”

“I know. But you’re home now.” Hoseok tried to stir the conversation away, you were clearly stressed and talking about everything that was wrong and dangerous about that wouldn’t help. His touch was gentle as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “You can put it on if you want to.”

“How long will you stay?” you already sounded so small, Hoseok hated himself for being so busy lately. He knew it wasn’t his choice, but he never liked the feeling that he had been neglecting you in any way. 

"As long as you need me to." he meant it, but there was still hesitation in your posture. You knew he shouldn't even be here tonight in the first place, and now you were needing him to stay. "Go take a shower and relax, then you can pick out a collar and I'll take care of you. I ordered some food that must be getting delivered any time now. Sounds good?"

"Yeah, very good. Thank you." 

You raised on your feet to press your lips to the corner of his mouth and it would be so easy to hold you there, turn his face and kiss you properly. God knows he wanted to. You kept running leaps on Hoseok’s mind all day, he watched the little video you sent him over and over again, palming himself over his pants more times than he’d like to admit. 

Touching himself to pictures and videos of you, while locked inside HopeWorld, wasn’t a rare feature. But he had made the conscious decision to come over tonight, so he didn’t pull his cock out, did chase that relief that wouldn’t feel as good as it would if he was with you. 

So he waited. 

And he’d wait even more, if you weren’t in the mood later. Just taking care of you, in any way he could, was enough to make Hoseok happy. 

Your arrangement was a lot less about dominating someone, making them bend to his every will, and a lot more about helping them feel free. 

Every Dom/sub relationship had intricacies that made them unique, what worked for him might not work for others and vice versa. That's one of the things that drew him so much to you at the beginning; how the two of you seemingly wanted the same things. 

You wanted that safety net, you wanted to rely on someone else to take care of you when you had to be independent and take care of yourself in every other aspect of your life. 

And Hoseok wanted to feel needed in more ways than just desired. Yes the base of your relationship was sexual, but that's not all it was. As your Dom, his role was to lead, guide, protect and take care of you, besides enforce, discipline and exercise his control over you. 

For you, it was about relinquishing that control, surrendering to him completely. 

It was the power play that attracted him to the lifestyle in the first place, the blind trust you had to put on him in order to be so vulnerable, in order to give yourself to him.

But Hoseok knew that there was a lot more to it than wanting to hold the power in your relationship. He’d had many talks about this with Namjoon, where the leader told him about articles he read where D/s relationships –when done right and with consent– were psychologically beneficial to the participants, some even might use it as a form of therapy. 

Of course Namjoon didn't know Hoseok was in that kind of relationship with someone by the time of their talk, so Hoseok wondered if he brought it up for his sake or if his best friend was looking into getting a submissive of his own. 

A couple of minutes after he heard the shower turning on in your bedroom, the intercom rang in your small kitchen to let him know the food he ordered was being delivered. He didn’t like people coming up to your doorstep, so Hoseok went to the lobby of the building to pay for it and bring it up himself. 

You were still washing up as he took the food out of the to-go containers and put them onto plates, filling up glasses of orange juice and placing everything in the counter, by the two stalls on the opposite side. 

Hoseok knew where everything in your apartment was, from the many times he had been over. Not only that, he could see parts of himself in your space too; from the colorful flower cushion on your couch that you liked so much he let you take it from his studio and keep it, the polaroid shots stuck to your fridge that he had taken with his camera –even if none of them had either of you in the frame–, the Mang hairband on the little dish by your door, which you had bought yourself and excitedly sent him a picture of. 

He knew when he walked into your bathroom, he’d see a black toothbrush next to your green one, a half empty bottle of his favorite cologne on the counter, and an extra clean towel hanging by the shower, just in case. 

It was the little things that really got to him, made him wonder if you were slowly walking into something more. Sometimes he questioned if you were already more, but the two of you were too afraid to ask the other about it. 

“Oh, what smells so good?” 

You were padding out of your bedroom to find Hoseok in your kitchen. He wasn’t really doing anything, just waiting for you to join him while lost in his own head. Your voice broke him out of his trance and he smiled at you, which only grew when he saw you wearing one of the shirts he ‘accidentally’ left behind. 

“I think that’s you, baby.” he grinned, knowing you’d either tease him about being cheesy or squirm. 

“Stop it.” you giggled, avoiding his eyes as you stretched your arm with your palm up, the collar you picked sitting prettily on it. “I’m two seconds away from slipping, if you keep talking to me like that I’ll go non-verbal on your ass.” 

Hoseok laughed in that delicious way of his, head tilting back as he took the collar from your hand. It was rare for you to slip into a subspace so deep you forgot how to use your words, but it did happen every now and then; when you were under a lot of stress or extremely tired. 

“It’s okay if you do.” he assured you, fingers holding onto the fabric of your shirt to pull you closer to his body. “You know I’ll take care of you. You trust me, don’t you? Will you surrender yourself to me?”

Hoseok’s voice was like a current dragging you deeper and deeper, lulling you like the sweetest lullaby. Your muscles were relaxed after your scorching hot shower and your brain had started to quiet just because you knew Hoseok was in your home. Surrendering to him would hardly be a challenge as there was nothing else you wanted more. 

“Yes.” it sounded so close to a whimper that your cheeks heated. 

“Yes, what, baby girl?” Hoseok probed, lifting your chin and pushing your hair away from your shoulders and neck. 

“Yes, daddy.” you repeated with so much conviction the man hummed in appreciation. 

“Always a good girl for me.” he praised, knowing what it did to you. Searching for the clasp of your collar, he asked: “Can I put it on you?”

You nodded and squared your shoulders and stretched your neck, as if that would make his job easier. You were just so cute presenting yourself, allowing him to put the collar around your neck. You had no idea what it did to him, surely. Hoseok was your Dom, but you were the powerful one in this relationship. This agreement. 

Your choice for today was a delicate gold band, a bit firmer than your usual day-collars. Hoseok put it around your neck and used the little heart-shaped padlock to lock it into place, slipping the tiny key that opened it on the front pocket of his pants for safe keeping. 

“You picked such a pretty one today.” Hoseok praised again, studying your face, wanting to read your every reaction to his words, to his touches. “Almost as pretty as you.” 

“Thank you.” you softly beamed, nibbling on your bottom lip. “It’s my favorite one.” 

“Why is that?” 

Hoseok asked, but you knew he already had that answer. It was your favorite because it was the first collar he had ever given you. It was too fancy for you to wear everyday, and the lock on the front –albeit small– was a dead giveaway that it wasn’t just a fashionable choker. 

Still, your Dom didn’t like it when he asked you a question and you didn’t answer, which is why you croaked out: 

“My daddy gave it to me.” 

That seemed to appease Hoseok, as he smiled proudly before taking you to the tall benches by your kitchen island. You ate the dinner he ordered side by side, with a light conversation where he told you about the meetings he had all day, and how he found out his MTBI is INFJ after a RUN BTS episode he filmed earlier in the day. 

You loved how passionate Hoseok was about his work; solo or related to his group. He always worked so hard, often helping his members with their own projects too. You almost felt bad for teasing him with the text messages and the video you sent. 

Almost being the keyword. 

Because you didn’t think he’d be at your side right now if you hadn’t. 

Hoseok always made sure you ate all your food and drank the full glass of whatever he poured you, even when you tried to be picky and sneak the greens you didn’t quite like to the side of your plate. At least having a full belly meant you were a lot more like yourself, albeit sluggish and a little lazy. 

After the two of you were well fed, Hoseok asked if you wanted to watch a movie, but you didn’t really feel like focusing on much, telling him he could watch anything he wanted and you’d be perfectly fine with just being held. 

That’s how you ended up making out on your couch. 

Hoseok was sitting in the middle of your couch, spread legs as you straddled his hips, one knee on each side of him. His head was resting against the back of the couch as you leaned over him to kiss him. 

Kissing Hoseok was one of your favorite things in life, making you sigh as your lips slowly dragged over each other’s, his tongue lazily pushing inside your mouth to chase yours. His big hands were dragging up and down your thighs, squeezing your soft flesh, making you more than a little hot and bothered. 

Hoseok’s tongue was swirling over yours, licking all over your mouth in practiced moves that were making you pant and moan against his lips, heart-shaped mouth breaking into a smug smirk when you rocked your hips on top of his. 

When he pulled you onto his lap, you were happy to just kiss him for a while, not planning on keeping him in your apartment for much longer, knowing he had schedules early in the morning. But you were going a little crazy, drunk on his kisses, mind growing fuzzy when his hands slipped under your shirt –his shirt– to hold your hips with a firm grip. 

“My baby girl is getting needy, huh?” he teased, as if you couldn’t feel his hard cock each time you swivel your hips on top of him. 

“Always needy for you.” you whined, noise turning into a dragged moan as strong hands adjusted you on his lap so that your core could drag against the length of his bulge. “Oh, fuck.” 

Hoseok’s hands helped you move back and forth, rolling your hips on top of him to drag your pussy over his cock. The feeling of the harsh material of his pants was scratching your thighs, which was starting to get a little uncomfortable, but your pussy was throbbing too much for you to really care that much. 

Your lips dragged over Hoseok’s jaw as you kissed the sharp lines, making your way to his ear. You sucked his lobe into your mouth, breathing heavily and feeling his skin prickle with goosebumps under you. 

“Daddy,” you cried, letting go of his ear to kiss the column of his throat. You were mindful to not leave any marks behind, sucking on his skin softly enough not to bruise. “Do you wanna see what I bought?” 

Your Dom’s chuckle sounded like a scoff, making you pull away from his neck to sit up and look at him. Your hands were on his chest as his hands still palmed your ass. 

“You mean what I bought?” his smirk was sharp and challenging. “I got the notification on my phone, baby girl. It was an expensive little set you got, huh?” 

“I thought you liked it.” you blinked at him through your lashes, knowing the six figures would hardly make a dent on his bank account. “You said you liked it, daddy.” 

“Mhmm. I did.” he nodded, the tip of his wet tongue licking between his lips. “Was that pink set all you got?” 

“No.” you admitted sheepishly, with a sly glint in your eyes that made Hoseok’s cock jump in his pants. “There’s one more thing, which was a little more expensive than the set.” 

“What a spoiled little baby I have, huh?” his hands kept running up and down your thighs, all the way to your plump ass, then all the way back down. 

Hoseok was happy to see you were feeling better, playful even. The stress of your day –and his– having left the two of you completely after a few kisses. You looked so perfect on top of him like this, his sweet baby girl that looked so innocent, but who was capable of wicked things. 

He knew you were wearing the set you showed him this early afternoon, he had felt the scratch of the mesh material on the pads of his fingers as he touched you. And if watching a video of you on it was able to get him hard in a meeting room full of staff, his erection was borderline painful as he thought about seeing the real thing. 

“Won’t you show it to me, then?” it took great effort for Hoseok’s hands to leave you, dropping to his sides as he watched you with a raised brow and crooked head. “Let me see it, baby.” 

“It’s really cute, daddy.” 

You were nibbling on your bottom lip, eyes glossy, almost teary. Your cheeks had the prettiest blush and your chest rose and fell slowly with your heavy breaths. Your small hands held onto the hem of his shirt on your body and you lifted it so torturously slow that Hoseok had to control himself not to tear the fabric off of you himself. 

His eyes were glued to each new strip of smooth skin that was revealed to his eyes. Starting with the apex of your thighs that made way to the light pink panties that were so small it could barely cover your perfect little pussy. It was a lot more transparent in real life than in the video, he could see you perfectly. The thin material allowed him to see how wet you were, lips glistening slightly where your position allowed him to peek. 

“Go on, baby girl.” he urged you, planting his feet firmly on the floor to not rock his hips up into yours. 

“Won’t you even say please? Where are your manners, daddy?” you defied, hands perfectly still as you held the shirt where it was, just above the waistband of the panties. 

“Oh, you wanna be funny?” Hoseok chuckled, dark and menacing. 

“No.” you shrugged and one corner of your lips raised. “Just think it’s unfair that you’re always telling me to say please and thank you, and you never say them–” 

Hoseok didn’t let you finish talking back to him, a hand taking hold of the back of your neck, fingers slipping into the hair on the nape and pulling hard. You moaned shamelessly, eyes closing shut as he pulled your head back, mouth pressing against your cheek as he warned: “You better remember your fucking place.” 

“And what place is that, daddy?” 

“Wherever I fucking want it to be.” his lips dragged over the skin of your neck, tongue swiping to taste the metal of your collar, continuing down to the junction of where your neck met shoulder. “Keep that in mind if you want to be allowed to cum at all tonight.” 

You were breathing hard. 

You loved it when Hoseok talked to you like this, when he put you in your place, reminded you he was the one in charge. It was surprisingly relaxing and deliciously mind numbing, to know he would take care of you, make decisions for you for a little while. You could shut off your brain and just be. 

You liked to tease him and fight him for control just enough to rile him up, to get him in the mood and remind him that he could be rough with you, because you liked it. You could take it.

You were ready to play, you were ready for him to treat you like the little sub that you were; only for him. 

“I’m sorry, daddy.” you weren’t, and he knew that. But he’d play along for as long as you did. “I’ll be good.”

“Don’t keep me waiting.” his hand slipped out from your hair, your scalp was still stinging when he did so. 

Hoseok might not be ready to admit he was in love with you, but he did love it when you got like this. A little devil in disguise, a brat behind sweet smiles and tearful eyes. He especially loved knowing you could take everything he was ready to give you. 

He leaned back against the couch once more, eyes returning to your midriff as he didn’t want to miss a single second of your big reveal. He didn’t know what the extra purchase you made could be, since, if you were wearing something like a garter belt he would have felt it already. 

You continued to lift your shirt, showing him your wide hips that dipped into your waist, the smooth plane of your soft stomach, cute belly button, and then–

The very expensive kind of sparkle caught his eye. 

Your bottom lip was worried between your bottom lip and you looked almost concerned as his eyes flitted to your face questioningly. A if he’d ever complain about how much you spent on his credit card. 

“Go on, baby, let me see.” he chided, hands no longer at his sides, but resting on the dips of your hips. 

You lifted the shirt up to the level of your ribs, showing off the body chain around your cinched waist, made solely of sparkly crystals. Not quite diamonds, but shiny enough for him to know you really spoiled yourself with it. 

It was delicate and complimented your skin beautifully. Hoseok couldn’t blame you for picking it, it looked like it had been made for you. 

“My baby girl likes shiny things, huh?” Hoseok’s thumbs were rubbing soft circles on your skin, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth as he looked you over. 

“Just wanna look good for daddy.” you whined, continuing: “I know you like shiny things, too. Thought you might like to fuck me with it on.” 

The man groaned, hips twitching, which was the reaction you were looking for. 

You could admit that adding the piece of body jewelry to the already pricey set you picked was a last minute decision, but you knew your Dom would like it. Your taste wasn’t nearly as expensive as his was, his basic underwear cost more than the couch he was sitting on. 

Besides, he liked to spoil you. And who were you to deny him? 

Before he could tell you off for taking too long again, you pulled the shirt all the way off, showcasing the bra hugging your breasts and pushing them up into perky mounds. The sheer fabric didn’t hide your nipples, which were pebbled under the material. Before the shirt was even touching the floor, Hoseok was holding you by the sides of your ribs, lips pressing against your collarbones. 

He kissed and nipped at your skin, covering it in reddening blossoms as his hands touched your sides and pulled you into him. You bowed under his touches, pushing your chest towards his face as he kissed a path to your mounds. Your hands slipped into his hair, shivers covering your skin as you looked down to find his half lidded eyes boring into yours. 

“Fuck, Hoseok–” your fingers squeezed his hair as his teeth sunk in on the supple flesh of your tit, tongue licking over the bite to soothe. 

“You’re so perfect, baby.” he hummed, eyes closing as his lips traced a wet path to your nipple. 

You were a whiny mess as his pouty lips latched around your hardened bud, over the thin layer of mesh of your bra. You felt his spit coating the fabric and covering your skin, the twirl of his tongue as he sucked it into his mouth making you moan and start a new pace with your hips, rubbing yourself all over his cock. Hoseok let go of your nipple to switch sides and repeat the same teasing moves with your other nipple. 

“Daddy, please.” you moaned, hands dropping to his shoulders to close in fists on the fabric of his shirt. 

“What is it you want, angel?” 

“Wanna go to my room.” you sighed as Hoseok kissed your chin, your cheek and the corner of your lips. “Please?” 

“Finally found your manners?” Hoseok grinned, which made you roll your eyes. “What was that?” 

You froze, eyes wide, looking anywhere but him. “Nothing, daddy. Please.” 

The man squinted at you, not at all convinced, but relented and gave your thighs a little tap so you could get up from his lap. There was a very obvious wet spot on his jeans, and you knew it was from you and how wet you were, you could feel your panties clinging to your folds as you stood up on wobbly legs. 

Your Dom didn’t comment on it as his hand slipped into yours and he let you pull him towards your bedroom, as if he hadn’t been there before, as if hadn’t carried you there more times than you walked there. 

You pushed your door open, rushedly approaching your bed, but before you could plop down on it like the perfect pillow princess that you were, Hoseok was pulling you into his hard chest. 

His hand went to the back of your neck to hold your face in place as he dragged you into a wet, slow and teasing kiss that had you moaning out, giving him enough space to shove his tongue into your mouth. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he turned your head this way and that to add delicious depth to the kiss. 

Hoseok was leaning into you hard, making you bow back as you kissed him just as feverishly, full of tongue and teeth nipping at each other’s lips. His free hand gave your ass a hard squeeze, making you moan louder as he pushed your legs apart to slot a knee between your legs. 

“Oh my god, daddy–” you whimpered at the new pressure on your cunt, rubbing yourself shamelessly against his hard thigh. 

“Yeah, baby? You like that?” his leg flexed as he mumbled against your lips and you couldn’t help but chase more of it. 

“So much.” you nodded, the dull throbs between your legs making you absolutely soaked. “You’re so good to me, daddy.” 

“I’m good to you when you earn it.” it sounded like a threat, or maybe a warning, you weren’t sure. 

As his lips met your neck and his deft fingers touched your back to unclasp your bra with a single tug, you pulled on his shirt with complaining noises. Hoseok chuckled at your reaction and removed his leg from between yours, just so he could have more balance to pull his own shirt off his body. 

You might have complained about the lack of pressure, but Hoseok’s body was always a sight to behold. So much so that you fell backwards, sitting on the edge of your bed as you admired him. 

Hoseok had to be the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life. Most of the time you doubted he was even real. 

His face was slender and beautifully long, jaw as sharp as his tongue. His nose was perfectly crafted, thin and elegant. Almond eyes under a strong brow bone and his fucking lips… 

And then there was his dancer’s body. 

Prominent collarbones, strong shoulders, slender arms that bulged slightly as he moved. The planes of his chest were muscular, but not exaggeratedly so. His stomach was lean, but full of lines and ridges that drew a path down to the delightful ‘V’ that led to the bulge tenting his baggy pants. 

Bulging veins ran up and down his arms, to the back of his hands as he touched his own stomach; teasing you further. With a step ahead, he was standing between your legs, holding your chin with two lithe fingers, tipping your head back and uttering a single word:

“Open.” 

You sucked in a sharp breath, jaw falling slack as you opened your mouth wide for him, tongue stretched out as your brain fogged further, hazy eyes blurring further. You watched with thighs pressed together as he sucked on his tongue and puckered his lips, letting a fat glob of his spit fall and land on your tongue. 

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure this time, not defiance, and you kept your mouth open. Hoseok was smiling with pride as his thumb touched your tongue, spreading his spit and mixing with yours that had started to collect in your mouth. Only when he was satisfied with your obedience, he said:

“Swallow.” 

Your lips closed around his thumb and you swallowed his spit and yours, while hollowing your cheeks to suck on his thumb. Hoseok watched your every move as you slowly pulled back, only to dive in again, head bobbing slowly as if you were sucking on his cock. 

It was affecting him so much that his free hand palmed at his cock, making your eyes follow the way his long fingers outlined his thick shaft, making your mouth water even further. 

When Hoseok pulled his thumb out of your mouth, there was an audible pop! as you let it go. 

“Be a good girl and take my pants off.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You felt your bra straps falling down your arms, letting the delicate garment fall to the floor as you scooted closer to the very edge of your bed, hands on Hoseok’s hips. You looked up at him as you kissed his lower stomach, tongue peeking out to lick the squares of his abs as your trembling hands undid his belt buckle, pulling it open, making his pants hang even lower on narrow hips. 

“That’s it, baby girl.” he praised and your eyes fluttered. 

You tugged on the button of his pants and pulled the zipper down, the jeans coming down easily after that. You looked at him then, black Balenciaga boxers that actually did cost more than your couch and your new swarovski body chain combined. 

“Daddy’s so hard.” you blinked at him cutely as you closed the distance between your face and his crotch, nuzzling your cheek against his cock like the perfect kitten. Your lips traced the outline of it as you muttered: “So big, too.” 

“You love daddy’s big cock, don’t you, sweet baby?” 

You nodded, parting your lips to lick around the head, sucking on the pre-cum that was staining the dark fabric. It tasted heady and tangy on your tongue and you loved it. You ended up making even more of a mess, sucking the tip over his briefs as your hand slipped between his legs to cup his balls. 

Hoseok’s head fell back as he rutted against your hand and mouth before a small tug to your hair pulled you back. 

“Daddy doesn’t want my mouth?” you asked with a pout and tears brimming your eyes. 

“Daddy wants to make you feel good, baby.” Hoseok made a cooing noise from the back of his throat, caressing the side of your face to soothe you. “Go lay down on your pillows for me.” 

You blinked hard, willing the stubborn tears to go away. You were so far gone you felt like floating on clouds as your sluggish body rested against your mattress, head on a pillow in the middle. 

“Panties off, baby girl. Leave that pretty jewelry on.” 

You obeyed with lethargic movements, hooking your fingers on the thin band of your pink panties, swiveling your hips to help pull it off. It felt a lot heavier now than when you first put it on, a string of your arousal connecting the pantied to your cunt, snapping against your thigh as Hoseok took the piece from you to pull it off the rest of the way. 

“Spread those legs for me, gorgeous girl.” Hoseok ordered as he joined you on the bed, pushing your knees apart wider. “Look at you. You’re fucking dripping.” 

Hoseok’s mouth watered at the sight of you, lips shiny with arousal, slightly swollen from all the grinding. Your skin was already flushed, covered in a light layer of sweat. He had never seen anything more beautiful than your naked form, all of your curves and soft spots, marks on your body that were proof of your growth. He loved the small scar just above your knee from when you fell off a bike as a child, the faint stretch marks on the sides of your hips, the softness of your lower stomach that he adored to bite. 

The body chain around the dip of your waist was dangerous, however, as now he wanted to cover you in diamonds. 

“Daddy, please–” you squirmed, writhing on the bed to call him closer. “You’re staring.”

“I like admiring art, baby.” he grinned at the dusky blush creeping down your neck. As he laid between your legs, Hoseok said: "I like licking it even more."

"Remind me to never take you to the Louvre." you giggled, sweet as honey, making Hoseok chuckle along. 

"Venus de Milo has nothing on you, baby." 

Hoseok leaned down, mouth on the inside of your thigh as he licked and sucked your juices from your skin. He moaned at your taste as you couldn't take your eyes off him. His dark chocolate hair was a mess from all your tugging, ticking your skin as he ravished your thighs before bringing his face next to your pussy.

You were so used to him teasing you, taking his time before allowing you to cum, that when his tongue gave your pussy a bold lick it caught you by surprise. You moaned loudly as your back arched off the mattress, curses leaving your lips. 

Hoseok chuckled at your reaction, with his mouth very much still connected to you, making you feel the vibrations on your soul. His hands held your thighs apart as they started to shake the more he licked you.

Your Dom explored your pussy as if trying to map it out, as if he hadn't done it hundreds of times before. He rubbed the flat of his tongue on your clit, moving his whole head in circular motions to have you squirming under him. 

The tip of his tongue traced slow circles around your clit, drawing patterns you couldn’t make a shape off, maybe spelling his own name. When it moved south, lower and lower until it reached your empty hole, you clenched and moaned, knowing you would be so full between this moment and the end of the night. 

"Daddy, your tongue feels so good…" you moaned in a choked sound as he smacked a kiss on your clit. "Fuck, feel so close already–"

"So fast, baby girl? I didn't even start."

He sounded fucking smug, but Hoseok had the skills to back it up. His hands slipped to the back of your thighs to pull himself impossibly closer to your cunt, his whole mouth working you into oblivion. 

You were a dripping mess already, now that his spit was covering your lips and each flick of his tongue made more of your essence ooze out of you, you could feel it on your ass. 

Hoseok’s lips wrapped around your clit and he alternated between sucking hard and licking it from side to side, up and down, in a practiced routine he knew drove you mad. 

Your hand reached for his hair as your feet planted on the bed so you could ride his face, rubbing your pussy all over it as your lower stomach tensed and your body started to tremble. 

"Gonna cum, Hoseok–" you announced, even though he already knew, even if he could already tell. "Yes, yes, don’t sto–" 

Your orgasm was ripped away from you as your Dom moved his mouth away from your pussy and got back up onto his knees. You gasped and whined pitifully as the wave you were riding receded, eyes wide in shock as Hoseok pried your fingers away from his hair. 

"Daddy, what–" your chest was rising and falling, heart beating fast as frustration made the mist clouding your brain go back down just a little bit. Just enough for you to pout and scowl at the lost climax. 

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum this easily, after the little stunt you pulled today?” Hoseok was wiping his face with the back of your hand and licking his lips, looking like an unholy demon sent to earth to drag you to the pits of burning hell. 

“What– but– I d-din’t mean–” you had fat tears in your eyes as your veins burned hot. You wanted to squeal and pout and throw a tantrum, kick your legs at him and cross your arms. 

But Hoseok would love that reaction, only adding it to your punishment. His challenging and ridiculously arched eyebrow was waiting for you to make a fuss. Swallowing down your anger was bitter. You could argue and you could play it hard. 

Hoseok could play this game longer, however, so it was in your best interest to stop complaining. You took deep, calming breaths that weren’t really doing anything for you, but were obviously a lot of fun for your Dom, who had the gull to laugh. 

“Are you all done, little brat?” he chided, deepening the lines between your brows. “Gonna sulk some more?” 

“No.” you grumbled under your breath, sitting up against your headboard and hugging your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. “How many?” 

“How many do you think you earned?” he scooted a little closer to you, sitting by your feet. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his body, cock very much still hard and tenting his boxers. There was no way that wasn’t painful. 

“I don’t know, daddy.” you were still pouting, but the annoyance was slowly leaving your body. 

“Don’t be mad at me, you know I have to discipline you.” his hand reached for your ankle, pulling your leg to straighten it again. 

“I know, ‘m not mad.” you practically whispered, the soothing rubs of his hand on your skin helping you settle again. “I was a brat. You should punish me.” 

“That’s my good girl.” he praised as you grew pliant and accepting of the results of your actions. “Want to help me count them?” 

Sometimes Hoseok was harsh, and sometimes he talked to you as if you were a child and he was teaching you a lesson. I’m only doing this because I love you. He never used those words, but sometimes that’s what it felt like. 

You wished you could explain why the fuck that made you so fucking horny for him, but maybe that’s something you should bring to your therapist instead of trying to knit-pick on your own. 

Hoseok waited for you to nod, gave you time to sit with your feelings, understand your irritation. If you aimed it at him in the form of resentment, he’d accept it, too. But you never did. You knew what you did was wrong and, in some level of your masochist brain, this right here was one of the reasons why you acted out in the first place. 

“I texted you when I knew you were busy. And I sent you a picture when I knew you had people around.” you started quietly, breath hitching as the more you spoke, the higher his caressing reached. “I sent you a video, too.” 

“That’s three, so far. What else, baby?” he nodded with a deceivingly sweet smile. 

Hoseok’s other hand pulled on your other leg, spreading you for him again, sitting between your legs as one of his fingers swiped between your folds. It was a gentle touch, but still made shockwaves course through you. 

He must have seen it in your face how you were starting to drop again, from a single touch. To help you out, he said:

“What’s something you didn’t do?”

You blinked dumbly, biting your bottom lip as your Dom started to circle your clit with the tip of his thumb. Over and over again. It felt nice and it was making you docile. But it wasn't enough to get you there. He obviously knew it, too, which was exactly why that’s all he was giving you. 

“Oh! I d-din’t send you a picture of my food.” you told him, smiling at yourself as Hoseok’s touches sped up just a little more. “Fuck, that’s good–”

“Four.” Hoseok was keeping count, which was great, as you couldn’t. He kept rolling your clit just like that, using his thumb when his middle finger moved down to your clenching hole. It felt like ages until he gave up on getting help from you and said: “You talked back to me on the couch. You rolled your eyes at me. And you made a fuss when I told you I’d have to punish you for misbehaving.”

“Seven?” you cried out, heart going haywire in your chest from the pleasure he was giving you. 

“Don’t you think it sounds reasonable?”

His eyes were lowered as he regarded you and you knew if you said no, he’d make it eight. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Good girl.” Hoseok’s finger left your pussy and you bit back a complaint. 

He was moving again, likely to get into position, when you reached for his wrist. 

“Daddy?” you called in a weak voice, eyes filling with water as you felt liquified and airy at the same time. “Can I– uh–” 

Hoseok was watching you carefully. He knew how to handle you and he knew which boundaries to push. But he was still human, sometimes he read it wrong. So when he saw the tears in your eyes, alarm bells started ringing in his brain and he started to panic. Maybe he was being too hard, maybe he made a mistake. 

“Come here, baby.” he called to you, sitting on the bed and opening his arms to you. 

You crawled to him sitting on his lap as he hugged you into his chest. You hid your face against his neck and held him firmly. Hoseok was ready to end the scene depending on the answer to his next question: 

“Do you need to use your safeword?” 

“No, Seok.” you answered pretty fast, which was a good thing. 

“Can you tell me what it is?” his hand was moving up and down your back. 

“Pandora.” 

He cradled your face in his hands, looking at the twitch in your eyes, listening to your soft breaths. “Can you give me a color? I want to think about it, don’t just answer.” 

“Green. I’m okay, I promise.” you smiled softly, kissing the pad of his thumb. “Just dropping.” 

“You know we can stop–”

You interrupted him with the gentle press of your lips against him. He didn’t pull back, but let you lick between the seams of his lips, let you lick into his mouth and allowed you to keep control of the kiss for once.

"Babe, please." you pulled away from his lips so he could see the truth behind your eyes. "I need this. I want this. Punish me, please." 

Hoseok bumped his nose against yours, a soft contrast to his previous posture. He nodded, but you still continued: 

"I need you to punish me, then I need you to fuck me." you moaned against the column of his beautiful neck, hand sneaking between his legs to palm his cock. "Make me cum around this cock, or around your fingers, or on your tongue. I don't care how you do it, just take me." 

You took his hand with the one that wasn’t still palming his cock, bringing it to your throat. It was all the consent he needed, the tight collar around your throat, locked in place, reminding the two of you that you belonged to him. That you trusted him more than you ever trust anyone in your whole life. 

You did want this. You craved his hands on you, pussy throbbing just by thinking about it. You knew your subspace was oscillating today, you kept coming back to the surface, but you wanted to drown. 

Hoseok understood the message and pressed his long fingers on the sides of your throat, squeezing, making you part your lips and moan. His lips pressed against your cheek, his next works making you smile drunkenly as he spoke:

“Remember you asked for it.” your Dom let go of your throat and unwrapped his arms from around you, adding: “Face down, ass up, hands behind your back.” 

For how sluggish and dizzy you felt, you moved quite fast. Well, in your mind you did, at least. By the time you were in the position your Dom asked you to be in, Hoseok had already rummaged to the bottom drawer in your dresser and returned to the bed. 

You knew you were in trouble when you heard the metallic clinks that were so familiar to you at this point, knowing he had been the one to buy more than half of the contents of your bottom drawer. 

You were curious to know what had been his pick for tonight, but giving in and taking a look over your shoulder would only make seven turn to eight. 

Your knees were propped up and parted as your upper body was held up by your elbows on the mattress as you felt it dip with the new added weight when the man positioned himself behind you. 

"Hands, baby girl." Hoseok’s tone was a no-bullshit one, a stark contrast to the gentle way his hands rubbed from the top of your thighs to your lower back, warming up your ass cheeks for what was to come, no doubt. 

You quietly obeyed, pressing your cheek against your soft sheets, knowing the discomfort the position would bring you, but embracing it nonetheless. You bent one arm on your back, then another one, and Hoseok moved them to how he wanted them; forearm against forearm. 

You felt the rough leather of his favorite cuffs being tightened around each of your wrists, being followed by the clink of the metal bits that fastened both handcuffs to each other. 

"Color?" 

Hoseok was only checking to see if they were too tight, or not tight enough, so you moved your arms to check how much room to squiggle you had. 

"Green, daddy." 

"Good girl." his hands were back on you, palming and squeezing your ass to his heart's desire, opening you up to see all of you. His low chuckle was mocking as he said: "You’re even wetter now, baby. You really like this, don't you?"

You did. 

"I can take my punishment, daddy." you nodded, wincing at the slight scratch of the sheets on your pressed cheek. "Please give it to me." 

Hoseok was humming and you knew that if you could look at him, you’d see lowered eyelids of blown out pupils, red bitten lips shiny from licking them. It was a shame you couldn’t look at him, the strain on your neck would be much too painful, but you were sure that was surely part of your punishment. 

Perhaps it was the only downside to it at all. 

Your breath got caught in your throat, jaw dropping as you felt something much too familiar being lightly dragged down your back; the few dozens of long strands of leather touching your heated skin as your Dom allowed you to find out what kind of punishment you were about to get. 

Thankfully you hadn’t acted out too much, or you might have to call in sick for work tomorrow. Despite the pain you knew you were about to feel, or maybe exactly because of it, you started clenching around nothing, moaning softly as the feeling of the flogger left. 

Your eyes closed shut, as if the first strike were to come at any moment now. Hoseok didn’t always warn you, you knew he fed off on the power of having you so vulnerable in front of him, ass up and face down, with no choice but to take it. 

“Relax, baby girl.” the was a light tilt to his tone, showing you just how much fun he was having already. “Deep breath for me.” 

You were in the middle of taking said breath when it came. The slap! as Hoseok lashed the flogger against your ass cheek. And he knew how to do it, too, having years of experience in all things BDSM before you even came into the picture. So he knew how to aim, he knew how to make sure the tips of the flogger hit your skin to make it bloom and hurt, but not enough for you to call out your safe word or a color. 

Your whole body jolted, the cuffs squeezed your wrists as you tried to move your arms as you reacted to the mind numbing pain and the shock that always came with that first strike. 

The second one came five seconds later, on the other ass cheek, with plenty of time for you to warn your Dom if you weren’t into it, if he needed to slow down. But the only sounds leaving you were your moans growing louder. Your skin was tingling deliciously and your pussy was throbbing with want. 

“Look at this wet cunt.” he sounded raspy and gravely, the touch of his hand on the first ass cheek that was hit making you wince and your jaw drop. Hoseok spread you open with his grip. “You're dripping for me, baby. I'm gonna start to think you like being a brat on purpose. But you take it like such a good girl.”

“I’m so good, daddy–” 

You full on whimpered, eyes shut and stinging with unshed tears as you tried to control your breathing. You gave up on it when Hoseok’s mouth latched onto your pussy, wicked tongue pushing between your lips, licking you up and down. You knew you were soaked with how much your Dom slurped and swallowed, being loud enough for your face to burn. 

The tip of his tongue dragged from your clenching hole, all the way down to your clit, flicking it and rolling the bud on the flat of his tongue. You were completely dizzy in the best way, no words coming out, only mumbles that sounded a lot like a jumble of his name and his title. 

You were getting so close again, the coil on your stomach tensing. Maybe if you were quiet enough, maybe if you stopped breathing so hard–

“You’re so cute, baby, thinking you can fool me.” the man laughed as he got back to his full height on his knees behind you, ripping yet another orgasm away from you. You groaned softly, but other than that you stayed quiet. “What? Not gonna make a fuss again?” 

You shook your head, teeth sinking in on your bottom lip so hard that it might as well draw blood. At the corner of your eyes, you saw your Dom reach for the red and black leather flogger once more, the veins running down his arm and on the back of his hand were all puffy and sexy and maybe you could cum untouched. 

The next two strikes that followed were delivered with the length of the flogger lashes, not just the tip, so the pain was different. You felt a heavy thud on each cheek more than a sting, squealing out a moan so loud that your neighbors might start to worry. 

Four strikes had gone–

“Fuck, daddy!” you cried out when the fifth strike came out of nowhere, hitting the back of your upper thigh, where the skin was a lot more sensitive. Your body jolted forward so hard that Hoseok let go of the flogger again. 

“You better stop squirming, baby, you know what happens when I miss.” Hoseok’s hands were on the dips of hips to pull you back towards him and reposition you to the original pose. 

You knew what could happen if Hoseok missed. You could get hurt really bad, there were softer and more delicate parts of your body that could really hurt and even cut if he accidentally hit them with the flogger. 

But your Dom never missed. Hoseok was the epitome of control, at all times. It was attractive as it was infuriating, as you knew there would be no winning with him. 

Although it didn’t feel like you were losing either, as two of his fingers circled your entrance. Your jaw fell slack and your eyes rolled back as those long digits slipped inside with so much ease from how wet you were that you sobbed from the pleasure. 

Hoseok’s fingers hooked downwards in skilled angles that made him find the swollen little sweet spot inside of you and massage it with surprisingly slow movements that were pure fucking torture as it felt so good, but not enough. You could barely control your body anymore, brain and limbs completely disconnected as you pushed back against his fingers. 

“Mhm, keep going, baby. Fuck yourself on daddy’s fingers.” 

Hoseok was in heaven, eyes glued to the way your hips were moving back and forth, making your walls spread to accommodate his fingers. When he added a third one, you whimpered at the new stretch, but kept going. He knew you were too far gone and at the back of his mind Hoseok was already thinking of what excuse he could use to miss out on work tomorrow, he knew you’d need him by your side. 

On the front of his mind, however, Hoseok was going crazy for how shiny and coated with your arousal his fingers were, glistening each time you moved almost all the way away from them, only to sink back in. Your ass and thighs were red, the evident lines of where the flogger hit your skin were painting you in reds and pinks, the bumpy lines calling for Hoseok’s lips and mouths. 

When your pussy started clenching again, spasming all around his fingers, pussy lips all swollen and perfect, Hoseok knew you were closing to cumming again, so he took his fingers out of you. You cried real tears, sniffing pitifully as they dripped into a tiny pool where your face was smooched against your bedsheets. 

You were taking your punishment so well that it filled him with pride, how good you were for him, how you’d let him carry on with this all night if he wanted to. But he wouldn’t handle it all night. 

Hoseok’s cock was throbbing painfully inside his underpants, the visuals of you tied up, fucked out, red ass up and dripping pussy were almost too much, even for someone so in control of his own instincts as he was. 

“Just two more, baby, you’re doing so well for me.” he managed to choke out as he pushed his boxers down, leaking cock bobbing with the move. Hoseok used your slick around his fingers to coat himself and make the slide of his fisted hand easier as he stroked himself. “Two more and then I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be walking tomorrow.” 

“Please, daddy, please, I-I’ve been s-so good–” 

The little hiccups between your words were adorable, making his cock pulse in his palm. Hoseok kept stroking his cock in lazy motions, thumb spreading his pre-cum over the sensitive tip, wishing it was your warm mouth instead. His free hand reached for the flogger, and the last few hits were always his favorite. 

One strike landed on your left thigh, matching the blossoming colors with the right one. The last smack was delivered on the middle of your ass, where it was a little more sensitive and the long lashes hit both of your cheeks at the same time. You sang like a dove, forehead pressing against the mattress instead of your cheek; maybe to hide your tears, or to alleviate the pain on your neck from being in that position for too long. 

“Shh, that’s it, baby girl.” Hoseok dropped the flogger to the floor, its weight making it clatter on the wood. He leaned over you, kissing up your spine, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs as he avoided the sore spots. “You did so good for me, hm? Took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you.” 

You grumbled whatever words he couldn’t properly make out, making Hoseok smile between kisses on your back. He’d like nothing more than to fuck you just like this, all red and vulnerable, the constant hit of his hips on your bruises would bypass the point of pleasure and he never wanted that. 

“Gonna unlock the cuffs now, okay? Don’t pull your arms.” 

Your only reply was a nod and as Hoseok needed both hands to undo the clasps keeping your wrists bound, his cock rested on your ass. He hissed as you started to roll your hips, trying to get more of him. And you deserved it, too, after being so good for him. 

It took a lot of self restraint not to fuck his cock into you, when he knew it would slip right in, your slick was already coating his tip and your pussy was trying to suck him in. He was careful when unbending your arms from their awkward position, helping you lay on your back, going as far as fluffing up the pillows under your head. 

Your cheeks were red and wet, a bit of your waterproof mascara smudging under your eyes, lips as red as cherries, a tiny string of drool starting to dry on the corner of your mouth. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” he praised, and Hoseok meant it too. “My pretty girl. All mine.” 

“Only yours, Seok.” you sighed and winced at the same time as you tried to get comfortable and reach for him. “Thank you.” 

“What are you thanking me for, hm?” the man positioned himself above you, spreading your legs so he could lay his heavy cock on your cunt, slipping between your lips to coat himself in your slick. 

“Being here.” you half shrugged, hazy eyes staring up at him as if you felt more than he was ready to let himself believe. “Being good to me.” 

He didn’t have a reply for you, not unless you wanted to hear the confession bubbling from his throat, so he kissed you instead. Hoseok held you by the neck, the cold feeling of your collar was surprisingly comforting for him; at least you were his in some ways. 

You parted your lips for him easily, pushing your tongue into his mouth in needy want. It must have taken you great effort to lift your sore arms to wrap around his frame, pulling him closer until your chests were pressing together. Your skin was sticky with sweat and felt so hot he worried you might be feverish. 

But you were sighing happily as his tongue licked yours, pushing deeper into your mouth as his lips moved along with yours. The smacking of your mouths and the small sounds you were making had his hips rutting into you, making the two of you breathless and panting. 

“Fuck me, daddy.” you mewled into his mouth, spreading your legs wider. 

“Just like this?” he asked with lips ghosting your jaw, moving to your neck. “Want daddy to fuck you bare?” 

“Always do.” you nodded, nails scratching patterns on his back. 

You did always like when he fucked you with no barries in between you, but Hoseok still asked. Not only because he was a good man, but because he loved to hear you say it. And you knew it too, so you added:

“Please, Seok, wanna feel all of you–” you sighed beautifully, arching your back. “Wanna cream around your cock. Want you to fill me up with your cum.”

“Fucking hell–” 

Hoseok was almost dripping in sweat at this point, cock hurting with the lack of pressure or anything. Your cunt felt so warm against him, he could cum just from rutting against you, but you made him a request. You asked him to fill your little pussy with his mess and he loved to spoil you, giving you anything you wanted. 

One of his hands slipped between your bodies to stroke his cock as he positioned himself at your entrance, eyes stuck to the way you opened up nicely to take his tip in. You moaned at the stretch, but it was blissful and happy, starting to squirm underneath him the more he pushed. 

You were pliant and docile under him, breathing through the slight pain and tiredness, looking like the perfect angel as the crystals around your waist shone in the dim lighting of your bedroom. Hoseok would definitely get you a new collar, made of the purest diamonds he could find. 

When he pushed all the way in, your walls squeezing him to accommodate his well-above-average girth and length, you pouted and lines formed between your brows. Hoseok chuckled lowly, kissing your forehead and your nose and your lips, soothing you, praising you for ‘how well you’re taking this fat cock’ and ‘gonna make you cum so good, baby girl’. 

“You can move–” you sucked in a gasp as he did just that. “Shit, that was fast.” 

“Sorry. Gotta fuck you.” he laughed into the crook of your neck, both arms wrapping around you to hold you so close you might have difficulty breathing. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby.” 

“I’m so full.” you sounded as drunk as he felt. 

Hoseok started a lazy pace with the back and forth drag of his hips, fucking his cock in and out of you. He kept it light and shallow, teasing you just a little more. You were so wet around him, so warm, he could die right now and he’d be the happiest man alive. Things didn’t get much better than this. 

You were squeezing around him on purpose, he knew, one leg wrapping around his waist to make him hit deeper. You whined, long and dragged, nails sinking in on the skin of his back, making his teeth do the same to your neck. 

“More, daddy–” you crooned, moving your hips to match his thrusts. “Please, I need more, I’m so close…”

“Yeah, baby?” Hoseok obliged, pulling his hips back and fucking into you all at once, so hard and fast that your body jolted, tits bouncing. “Like this? Hm? Baby likes it rough.” 

“Yes, yes–ohgod!” 

Your Dom’s new pace was manic, powerful dancer hips with enough stamina to work for the both of you. He felt so deep and you were so full you couldn’t help the tremble taking over your body. Your legs were shaking, your lower stomach was tightening, the coil forming rapidly. You had been so edged and so teased that you were being dragged closer and closer to the edge. 

New tears formed in your eyes as your fucked out brain was terrified he might stop you from cumming again, but he must have noticed as his lips pressed against your ear:

“Don’t hold back, baby. Cum for me, I know you’re so close.” his ear licked around the shell of your ear, covering you in goosebumps. “You promised to cream around my cock, didn’t you? Be a good girl and make a fucking mess.” 

A single tear dripped down your cheek, which Hoseok caught with his lips on a sweet kiss. The noise of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy as he pounded into you because muffled as your orgasm finally hit you. 

You were pretty sure you screamed out his name, clinging to him for dear life, body rocking with so much force your headboard might make a dent on the wall. Your climax was hard and euphoric, making every nerve end on your body light up, toes curling as you spasmed around him. 

“Always feel so fucking good.” Hoseok’s breath was choppy, his voice was low and raspy. 

He slowed down, but didn’t stop, slowly dragging you into oversensitivity, so you complained: “Too much, Seok–”

“You’re gonna do one more for me.” he told you with a sloppy spack to your cheek. 

Hoseok parted from you, which was a shame because you loved to feel his heat on your skin. He took your leg and pulled it up, throwing it over his shoulder as his hips started to gain momentum again. 

“Color, baby?” he asked, but all you could do was stare are his glistening chest, his protruding collarbones, long neck and the vein running on the side of it. Hoseok’s dark hair was messy and pointing in odd angles. Your lack of answer made him slow down. “Use your words, baby, don’t drool.” 

“You. Handsome.” you worded, ever so eloquently, making his hips stutter before picking his pace back up. 

“Color, little brat.” he insisted and you giggled. 

“I’m rainbow colored right now.” you felt high in the clouds, the oversensitivity turning into bliss, making another coil form at the pit of your tummy. 

Hoseok was shaking his head with a smile on his heart-shaped lips, the drag of his hips was sharp and strong as he fucked you a little more desperate than before. He was so close you could almost feel him throb inside your cunt and his moans were shameless. 

But you knew he wouldn’t let go before you came again. 

That’s when his fingers found your clit and he rubbed you as fast as he was thrusting into you, making you writhe and squirm. You chanted his name, babbled whatever words you could make out, orgasm approaching you faster with each drag of his cockhead on your sweet spot and the tight circles he was rubbing on your clit. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again–” you warned, but there was no doubt in his focused eyes as Hoseok stared at your pussy as it swallowed his cock. 

“Cum for me– wanna see you make a fucking mess again.” Hoseok was ramming into you with fuller thrusts, the back of your thigh where the flogger hit was burning, but you didn’t care. 

“Seokie–!”

Your pussy was aching with each inconsistent and rapid thrust, lower stomach tensing as the coil burst and your orgasm was ripped out of you in strong and lewd gushes, hitting his legs and lower stomach. He kept rubbing you to get everything out of you, until the last drop. 

You went blind for a few seconds, ears buzzing with blood rushing fast, spots behind your eyes, but you got your vision back just in time to watch Hoseok’s perfect fucking face contort in pleasure, two shallow thrusts before he stilled and threw his head back, painting your insides with his cum. 

“Fuck, yeah–” he sighed, hips coming alive once more just to fuck his seed deeper into you. 

That’s when he collapsed on top of you, still careful not to crush you, but completely spent, sweaty and gone. You were smiling and hugging him as you tried to breathe, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead so you could kiss his damp skin. 

Hoseok kissed up and down your throat, nuzzling into you, making you giggle as it tickled you and you were both too sweaty and your sheets were too wet for your comfort. It clearly bothered himself too, the clean freak that he was, as he groaned: 

“We need to shower.” 

“We need a nap.” you corrected with a scratchy throat and sore body. “You need to call your sister and tell her you’re the reason I’m not walking into work tomorrow.” 

“I’m sure that’ll go down well.” he laughed and your heart squeezed in the best way. “You can nap. I’ll get you some water for when you wake up.”

“No.” you groaned, arms wrapping around him harder. “Cuddle.” 

Hoseok could never resist you, especially not after everything that just went down. He slowly pulled out of you, eyeing the thick globs of cum that dribbled down your hole as he did so. It was hard not to push it back in and ask you to keep it in, but he knew a single touch right now might hurt you, so he dropped next to you and allowed you to snuggle into his side. 

You were soft and mellow, not a single knot on your muscles as you closed your eyes and pressed your cheek to his chest. Hoseok let you sleep, watching your breathing even, watching the tiny smile form on the corner of your lips. 

He was already making a list of your aftercare: Nap, cuddles, shower, ointment for your ass, kisses, food, plenty of liquids. Hoseok had already planned the text he’d send Namjoon to let him know he wouldn’t be going back to the dorm and likely would be late for work. He could deal with the complaints later. 

Convincing you to skip work would be a little more complicated than that, you hated to let people down, you hated to let his sister down. But Hoseok really doubted you could walk tomorrow. 

“Seokie?” you called him softly, when he thought you were sleeping. 

“Yes, baby?” his fingers were absentmindedly playing with the body chain around your body. 

He thought you might thank him for a good fuck, make a joke about acting out more often. But your next words made his heart do a fucking thing instead:

“I think I love you.” 

Why he’d even make that decision was beyond you. Neither of you got along well, trying too hard to one-up each other, spewing insults back and forth like there was no tomorrow. Failure to work well together in this case, you were both threatened with temporary suspension.

“Yeah, you’re forgetting one thing,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“My dad owns the fucking place.”

Yeah, your boss happened to be Jungkook’s dad, and honestly, it wasn’t such a bad thing. He was treated the same way as the other employees, sometimes a bit worse when it came to you.

You were his favourite employee, the absolute star of his team.

“He’s handed our current cases to another attorney so we can focus on this,” Jungkook groans, getting out of his seat to pace around your office as if he were going through a midlife crisis. He halts after a little dilly-dallying, “We should just take the suspension.”

"Pardon you, but I've got bills to pay, and I can't be having that suspension show up on my job record," you try to reason with him, but Jungkook didn't look very convinced. "Think about it this way…” you trail off, leaving your seat behind your desk to head over to him, standing confident in front of him, “When you're suspended, you're pretty much fired for an unfixed period.”

You were willing to work with Jungkook, just to get this whole thing out of the way, and there was only one way to get him on board.

Provoking him.

“I’m sure the Jeon Jungkook doesn’t wanna get suspended by his own daddy, right?” you taunt him, your voice getting quieter with each word.

Jungkook knew you were messing with him, and hated how you actually got under his skin, but with a defeated sigh, he agrees, “Fine, let’s win this case. How about we work on it over at your place? I’m sure you’ve got no plans for the weekend,” he scoffs, cocking a brow at your overly-confident form.

“I actually have a date this weekend,” you shrug, turning your back towards him ready to take your leave. “We can work on it later tonight, I’m leaving now.”

A date? There’s no way…

Jungkook is quick to rush to the door, blocking you from opening the door just as you reach out for the door knob. His arms were extended out to his sides, stopping you from leaving.

He needed to know who this guy was and why the hell he would go on a date with you of all people. “A date? Someone actually wants to sit and have dinner with you?” he questions, like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. “He’s gotta be deaf or blind.”

Now, with shit like this, you’d walk away, but Jungkook rendered you trapped in his office, “Listen you conceited asshole,” your index fingers goes to jab at his chest and you have to force yourself to ignore how built he was under his shirt, “I don’t like you. Never have, never will. We’re all a bit different outside of work but I’ve restricted you from seeing that side of me because you don’t deserve it.”

It was a simple and truthful explanation, you hated Jungkook beyond words, neither of you had a relationship outside of the firm. Your work persona would definitely not attract a guy with how much of a workaholic you were.

You needed this date, as a break from all the hardships these cases brought you.

Jungkook pondered your words carefully. Maybe he was a bit iffy about not having a relationship with you outside of work, he didn’t wanna be just a “work colleague” or that “annoying guy from work. He had way too much pride for that.

“Now if you could please stop hogging the door, that would be great. I don’t think I wanna spend another minute with you in your office.”

“Likewise, Y/N,” Jungkook sneers as he steps away from the door. It doesn't even register to either of you that this could be counted as an argument. How easily you both bumped heads with each other would have to come to a stop now that Mr Jeon was keeping a keen eye on you two.

As the day comes to night, you were still locked away in your office, reading away at your newly appointed case details and taking brief notes. The details were… gory to say the least, and exceptionally hard to read, but being a lawyer, you’d gotten used to it, having read the worst of the worst during your career. It was pretty much a skill to read such gruesome and ill details of murders, kidnappings and assaults with a straight face.

You were lucky not to be the only one reading up on gore so late at night, Jungkook waltzing through your office without knocking (as he always did) with a cup of coffee in his hand. He doesn’t say a word and instead sets the cup on your desk and takes a seat opposite you.

You thought you were seeing things.

Jeon Jungkook buying you coffee? That’s a first.

You don’t say anything, reaching out for the cup and bringing it close to your lips, about to take a sip, but you stop.

“You didn’t poison it, did you?”

As the man was getting comfortable in his seat, he deadpans, “Seriously? What am I, five?”

“Mmm, you act like it,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of the coffee anyway.

Thankfully, you were still up and alive.

“Have you had a look at the case yet? It’s a lot of information,” Jungkook says absentmindedly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he propped his feet up onto your desk; a move you’d witnessed on so many occasions, you’d gotten too tired to reprimand him for it.

You set the cup down and speculate over the mess of paper on your desk with a sigh, “Yeah.. I think it might be the hardest we’ve gotten yet.”

You pull out a photo of the crime scene from under the file, sliding it towards him.

It was a very clear image of strangulation on the victim, faded blood and marks of red around the victim’s neck.

All caused by his own father.

“So what are we? Defence or Prosecution?” You’d usually decide this part on your own, but you wanted to hear his thoughts first and ensure he was on the same page as you.

“Easy,” his eyes dip down to your desk, analysing the photo, “We’re defence,” he decides with no hesitation, pulling on his tie to loosen it slightly around his collar.

“What? You wanna go Defence? Seriously?” You thought prosecuting would be the most obvious route to take seeing as the evidence pointed towards the father of the victim being the obvious murderer.

“I spoke with Jimin about it earlier and he also thinks Defence would be the easier route for us.”

“Oh, so it’s just Jimin’s word against mine now?” you arch a brow at him, tilting your head to the side, awaiting a bullshit answer from him.

From the tone of your voice, Jungkook knew you were slowly getting worked up, and quite frankly, there was too much at stake to be arguing when the case hadn’t even started yet. “You know what, we’ll be the Prosecution if it shuts you up.”

As long as you got what you wanted.

“So who’s taking you on a date this weekend?”

Jungkook’s sudden question surprised you. You couldn’t think of one valid reason as to why he cared.

“Um, you probably don’t know him, but his name is Jung Hoseok—”

“—I know him.”

Of course Jungkook knew him; the pair went to law school together but parted ways after Hoseok got a job as a district attorney in the states.

He only returned a couple years back after becoming a legal director at their opposing law firm.

You regretted giving away Hoseok’s name. Now that Jungkook, your absolute nemesis, knew your potential love interest, he was probably planning to absolutely shit talk you to stop you from finding love to feed his bitter self.

“I know Hoseok pretty well, actually. He’s not really fit to be a boss if I’m being honest,” Jungkook recalls, remembering many times back in law school when leadership roles in team activities were up for grabs and Hoseok would always steer clear of them. “Surprised he’s willing to date a bitch,” he snickers, waiting for you to cuss him out.

“Listen, you’re tired, I’m tired, I don’t wanna talk about who’s a bitch and who’s fit enough to be a boss… and it’s definitely not you.”

“Oh yeah? What does Jung Hoseok have that I don’t?”

“Compassion, respect, authority, control, not to mention, he’s quite the attractive man,” you shrug with a sly smile, continuing to boast about Hoseok and at the moment, Jungkook was regretting even asking in the first place.

He could be all that and more.

“But our relationship isn’t very deeply rooted. We’re not in love or anything, we’ve only been on one date so our relationship is at the minimum right now.”

Jungkook didn’t ask for a dramatic reading of your relationship, and he’d just about heard enough, “Yeah, whatever. Can you cook? You should cook for us this weekend. You know, get the brain juice flowing or whatever it’s called,” he stands up abruptly, stretching his arms above his head before heading over to your couch, slouching against the material as he looks over at you, awaiting an answer.

“Why would I cook for someone I hate?”

“You don’t hate me,” he throws back at you, a sly smirk adorning his features, “You pick fights with me and always get competitive, because when you overcome me, it makes you feel better about yourself.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, pondering his words a little.

Maybe he was right to an extent. Nothing felt better than being put against each other and reigning victorious. Everyone in the firm knew how competitive you both were and always steered clear of any kind of opportunity to compete with you.

You sigh and roll your eyes, “Hmm… Maybe I might just have a thing for you, who knows,” you respond casually, shrugging your shoulders just to mess with him a little. “But that’s what you want, right? Another girl to fawn over you?” you taunt him, keeping your eyes trained on him as you recall the number of women that had bombarded your office earlier today after you were counted ‘lucky’ for working with Jungkook, ‘the most attractive guy in the firm.’

Now that made him fix his posture, sitting up for what could only be the most predictable thing he’d ever heard, “Oh my god, I knew it,” he laughs, almost demeaningly, “Everyone and their mum has a thing for me, you’re no different,” he shook his head in disbelief, a large grin spread across his face. “So that’s why you always argue with me, huh? Just so you can talk to me? That’s cute, especially since it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you question, slightly offended.

“Because it’s gonna be fun having the Y/N, my biggest competition, falling in love with me, Jeon Jungkook. Imagine all the headlines that would make.”

God, he’s so full of himself.

As much as you hated how egotistical he was, you wanted to continue your little play act, rising to your feet and walking over to Jungkook by the couch and once near enough, you grab the end of his tie, leaning down towards him and pulling him close to your face with a deceitful smile gracing your lips, “Oh Jeon… You’re so smart, I can’t believe you figured me out so quickly…” you whisper, voice as soft as ever and something Jungkook had never heard before.

He couldn’t deny, your hold on his tie was probably the most attractive thing he’d ever witnessed, but he would never flat-out admit it to you.

Jungkook lifts his hand to gently rest against your cheek, merely trying to see just how far you’d go to keep this act up, “Mhm, I bet you like where we are now, don’t you?” he teases, his voice dropping several octaves and matching the volume of what was once your voice, now barely there as your mind went blank and his eyes proceeded to dance between your lips and your eyes.

Your cheeks had heated up drastically under his touch and you weren’t expecting him to make a comeback like that, and you really weren’t prepared to take things any further, but your pride would take a major blow if you backed out now.

Besides, the setting was perfect for that kind of moment; a near empty building, alone in the office, lights dimmed down, both tired and stressed out..

Your lips were mere inches away from his own and you could’ve kissed him if you really wanted to, and maybe, maybe you did want to kiss him—

No, that was the tense air speaking.

Just improvise.

“Mhm, this is exactly what I wanted…” you whisper, giving his tie one last tug till your foreheads were touching, “But I’m sure your hand can make-do in better places, don’t you think?”

Jungkook’s brow twitches, and you almost miss it, but it was enough of a sign to let you know he wasn’t expecting you to keep up. It wasn’t a problem for him though, the man was just as stubborn and prideful as you were, there was absolutely no way in hell he was gonna back down.

Not until you do.

“And what about yours, Y/N?” he challenges, eyes briefly peering down at your hand still gripping on the end of his tie, “I bet you’re really skilled with your hands, aren’t you?”

The real fun begins when the hand that was once resting against your cheek, drops a little lower, making home over the dip of your neck and Jungkook could feel your skin burn under his palm.

Your heart was racing as you discreetly pondered what he meant by that and once you clocked on, your body had stiffened, but you needed to seem unfazed, “Of course I am, probably more skilled than you at this point,” you shrug, gesturing towards his hand near your neck.

If he had the balls, he’d touch you somewhere more scandalous.

“Oh, is that right? You wanna bring my hands further down then, Y/N?”

Jungkook was testing you and your patience. If he thought you were gonna pussy out, he was wrong.

Your left hand grabs onto his wrist, right hand landing flat against his chest as you pushed him back against the sofa, and without even thinking of your next move, you impulsively make home on Jungkook’s lap, straddling his thighs as you adjust yourself on top of him. He watched on, slightly shocked and a little amused at the lengths you were going through just to prove a point.

With your hand wrapped around his wrist, you drag his hand down your body, slowly reaching your chest and stopping, “How about this?” you whisper, your voice on the verge of the faltering.

“Could be better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, sitting up to pull his blazer off his body, leaving it elsewhere and going back to his previous position, “Try this…”

He begins to pull his tie off around his collar, leaving it beside him for later use and then reaching up to unbutton his white dress shirt until hints of skin peeked through, “It’ll be better if you touch me yourself, but I’m sure you already know that since you’re so ‘skilled,” he says, his hands resting over your hips.

How long was Jungkook gonna keep this up? You were running out of ideas and though this was all a game, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit turned on, but how couldn’t you? You were sitting on his lap, your near-skintight skirt rolling up your thighs and you were almost certain he could feel the slight throbbing between your legs.

With one hand placed on his shoulder, the other reaching down to slip your hand past his shirt, your palms making direct contact with his built chest, God, you’re all talk,” you roll your eyes, leaning in to whisper against his ear, “Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?”

Jungkook throws his head back, eliciting a low chuckle, eyes meeting yours again as his palms made home on your thighs, squeezing your flesh enough to warm himself up, “If we continue, this won't be a game anymore…” he trails off, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock under his slacks, “I won't be able to stop,” he continues, knowing inside he wanted this too, but was more than willing to back off if you seriously didn’t wanna do this, “Is this what you want?”

Fuck, of course you wanted this. Your body needed an output, some kind of relief. Just this once, you were willing to set aside your differences for what, ten minutes of quick relief?

You adjust yourself on his lap, your lace-clad cunt snug above his growing erection and you could've sworn you almost moaned at the contact. "Can you feel that?” you whisper, referring to the throbbing between your legs. "Is that enough of an answer for you?"

"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook nearly groans at the closeness. If he continued this game, he would cross a line that would be hard to come back from, and he was willing and ready to deal with the consequences to come.

With one swift move, he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to the side to make room for his lips to attach to your neck, gently sucking and biting along your untainted neck didn't whilst he kept you distracted by the new sudden feeling of his large hands rocking your hips back and forth over his erection.

You elicit a soft sigh, eyes coming to a gentle shut as you basked in the soft pleasure, your soaked-through panties bound to leave a mark of your mess on top of him.

Jungkook pulls away from your neck, leaning back to admire your state; your cheeks were flushed pink, hair a little messy and a sheer layer of sweat adorning your chest, resulting in your blouse sticking to your body and arched a brow at you, “Take the shirt off for me, will you?”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, unbuttoning your mesh blouse with your eyes solely focused on him, and it seemed Jungkook had the same plan to just stare you down as you pulled the material off your shoulders, your well hidden assets finally coming in to view and Jungkook’s breath had hitched in his throat.

He didn’t know what came over him, or if he was just high in the moment, but you looked absolutely unreal; a simple yet stunning black lace bralette over your chest, your cleavage on full show and and it was everything he’d imagined. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to just grab you, but Jungkook was a man of class (sometimes).

He gestured for you to remove the bralette and you did, hands reaching for your back to unclasp everything and let the material fall to your lap, freeing your tits right in front of his face and he was impulsively leaning in, briefly flicking his tongue over your hardened nipples before pulling away just to leave a ruthless smack over the expanse of your tits, revelling in the way your skin would redden and how your body would jump on top of him.

If he was feeling nice, he’d give in to you, give you exactly what you wanted, but to be frank, he wasn’t in a nice mood. He didn’t know if he hated you the way he did before all of this but God, was he gonna give you a piece of his mind..

Jungkook briefly slips his hand under your skirt and reaching between your legs, eager to feel just how soaked you were through your panties and boy, he was not disappointed.

Just mere talking and subtle teasing got you this riled up?

Clearly yes, your thighs were shuddering between his hand and you were almost embarrassed to be sitting where you were right now, “What are you waiting for?” you huff, frustration evident in your tone as you pulled yourself up to slip off your panties.

“I’m waiting for you to beg.”

“I’m not begging you—”

As soon as your panties were off, Jungkook was immediately pulling you back down onto his lap, now getting a real feel of your slick dampening his dress pants, “You’ll beg me, otherwise we can just wrap this up and call it a day…” he trails off, firmly gripping your hips as he pressed you down harder on his hardening cock, forcing a quiet moan to slip past your lips.

“Come on, Y/N… you know what you want, just tell me,” he whispers, eyes meeting yours and drinking in the irritation in them.

God, he loved irritating you.

Giving in just this once wouldn't hurt you, but you weren’t exactly the begging type of person, “I need your hands…” you manage to muster, your poor cunt practically leaking over his slacks.

“That’s not how you ask nicely,” Jungkook taunts you, throwing in a disappointed sigh, “Enlighten me, will you? How bad do you want them?” He leans back against the sofa, his hands rolling the hem of your skirt up over your thighs so he could have a clear cut view of your pussy, swallowing sharply once his eyes catch a glint of your flesh shining under the dim lights.

"Fuck you.." you grit. Jungkook stating the obvious was embarrassing for you; who would've thought Jeon Jungkook would be the reason for your desperation.

You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was enjoying tormenting you, and today was not gonna be the day you beg for him; you had far too much pride for that.

Instead of using your words, you grab ahold of his hand, guiding it down your body and between your legs. Once the pad of his fingers were against your clit, you wasted no time in rocking your hips against them. "I— I want your fingers inside me," you whisper against his ear, hoping he’d cut you some slack.

"Oh Y/N..." Jungkook shook his head disapprovingly. He quickly pulls his hands away to fetch his tie laying next to him on the couch.

You knew exactly where he was going with this and you were right; he’d grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your lower back, using his black tie to restrain your hands, and all you could do was shuffle on top of him, “I’d be careful when moving, wouldn’t want you to fall back,” he taunts you, a grin plastering his face as he pulled on the restraints one last time.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare you a minute to get used to the tie, his hand making home between your legs once again as he moved the pad of his fingers up and down against your swollen clit agonisingly slow, “Don’t you know your manners, Y/N? What happened to saying ‘please’ when you want something?”

You were falling apart on top of him, your hands clawing at nothing as you tried to remain composed. You felt absolutely hopeless, and giving in didn’t seem so bad right about now.

“I fucking hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth, grinding yourself against his fingers seeing as his lace was too slow for your own liking, “Please, Jungkook…” it physically hurt you to say those words, feeling your cheeks swell up in embarrassment, “I wanna fuck myself on your fingers…”

Most certainly pleased by your answer, he doesn't waste any time, thrusting his index and middle finger into you so fast, a gasp was ripped from your throat. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Only a real slut would beg to get fucked by a guy she hates.”

His hands began to push in and out carefully, admiring your eventual fucked out state, "Fuck yourself on them, pretty," Jungkook instructs, gradually speeding up the rhythm of his fingers. "Or do you want me to curl them?"

It was a rhetorical question, already feeling him curl his fingers between your soft walls as you helplessly clenched around him.

It felt so good.

It was unfortunate your body was close to giving in, struggling to stay up on top of him but you tried to muster as much strength as you could to keep going, drowning Jungkook's digits in your slick as your hips moved up and down on his fingers at a similar pace to his wrist, “Jeon, I can’t..

"Oh? But you can argue with me, call me names, and make a fool of me in front of my colleagues?" Jungkook taunts, speeding up his fingers to a torturous fast pace that was sure to bring you closer to your high. "You can do all of that, but you can't fuck yourself on my fingers? What a pathetic bitch.”

He reaches behind you to untie the restraints binding your wrists together, letting the material drop to the floor behind you before he was picking you up and carrying you over to your desk, setting you down on the surface and pushing you to lie back ever so slightly as he dropped to his knees between your legs.

He split your legs apart, audibly groaning at the sight of your swollen pussy; clit peeking out and your tight hole desperately clenching around nothing. “Fuck… Look at that desperate pussy..” he mumbles to himself, fixing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cunt.

A content sigh left fell from your lips as he used the tip of his tongue to toy with your sensitive bud, causing your thighs to shake around his head. The repetitive movement had your body tensing and the moans you’d been keeping to a minimum now at the max.

“So— so good..” you whimper, gazing down at him. With your hands free, they moved to grab at his dark locks, shoving his head further between your legs till you could feel his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit and good god, Jungkook would go to hell and back to drown in your pussy for eternity.

He let out a muffled groan, sliding his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it, but he needed to pull away if he wanted to live to experience that.

When Jungkook pulled away, you whined, but he wasn’t gone for long, suddenly delivering a harsh slap to your cunt that made your body jump and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It stung, but it felt so fucking good.

Pleased by your reaction, he did it again, this time only harder, “Oh, so Miss Lawyer likes getting her slutty pussy slapped?”

Before you could even respond, Jungkook was biting on his bottom lip, not wasting another second before he’d spat right over your aching cunt, forcing you to arch your back off the desk as he watched the bead of spit trail between your folds in awe.

He leaned in again, shoving his tongue into your aching cunt and feeling your walls clench around the wet muscle almost as if you didn’t wanna let go and he found it beyond amusing, pulling away almost immediately just to spite you as he stood up to tower over your body; mouth glistening from all the slick and you couldn’t deny he looked like a hot mess.

What you didn’t see coming, was Jungkook grabbing your face, slapping you one as he squished your cheeks within his hold, forcing your lips to pucker as he spat into your mouth, the mixture of his saliva and your slick seeping down your throat as you swallowed with no hesitation.

He chuckled deeply, “Should’ve known an A class whore like yourself was into this shit. What do you think the jury would think about that, huh?” He continues to tug on your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him so he could watch you break down before him.

Jungkook pulls you up and off the desk, standing tall and confident in front of you as you tried to regain a steady composure, almost stumbling.

“I don’t know how they’d feel knowing the slutty prosecutor got on her knees for the heir of this firm,” he starts, reaching out to wrap his hand around your neck firmly and pulling you towards him, “We should risk it and find out, huh?” he breathes out against your lips, low and hoarse and you had to squeeze your thighs shut from the flutters you were feeling between your legs.

“I’d rather throw dirt in my eyes than suck your dick,” you spit, shamelessly lying through your teeth and Jungkook immediately knew you were playing games.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands shift from your neck to the back of your head, gripping a hand full of your hair and urging you to get on your knees and you did exactly that, making it easy for him to get you down as you tried your best to conceal the knowing smile growing on your lips but all you did was lick your lips up at him, anticipation clouding your eyes as you gulped.

The subtle action alone had his dick jumping in his slacks and he refused to wait any longer before unbuckling his belt and pulling pants halfway down his thighs, leaving a thick and oblivious imprint of his cock straining against his boxers right in front of your face.

You didn’t realise it, but your body was inching towards him and Jungkook took notice straight away, doing you the favour of pulling his cock out from its confines to stand tall and hard before you.

You were meaning to reach out for him, but he beat you to it, wrapping a strong hand around the base of his cock as he pumped himself between his fist a couple times, squinting at the little bead of precum eventually dripping down the base of his cock and you could only stare on in awe.

“You want my cock down your throat, huh?” he taunts deeply, moving forwards so he could guide the tip of his leaking cock across your face, nudging your cheek and avoiding all contact with your mouth.

Right where you wanted him most.

“Say it,” he lightly slaps the tip of his dick against your cheek, dragging it down to your lips but not yet pushing in, “Say you’re a cock-hungry bitch who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much…”

Submission was never your thing. You always showed yourself out to be a woman who always stood her ground, never taking shit from anyone. But now it was your worst enemy, proving you wrong on all of the above.

“I’m a cock-hungry bitch..” your words are there, but no confidence within them, “Who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much,” you mumble against the tip of his dick, hoping he’d give in to you.

Jungkook shrugs, “Could be better, but what more do I expect from a whore?” He suddenly pushes the tip of his cock past your lips, taking you by surprise as he groaned deeply, basking in the warmth of your mouth as he slowly eased himself into you inch by inch until he completely bottomed out.

You couldn’t handle his immense size, already struggling to breathe and he hadn’t even moved yet and tears were brimming your eyes.

“Tight fucking fit…” he seethes, slowly pulling out only to slam back into your mouth with brute force, each thrust pushing against the back of your throat and though you started choking, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. You didn’t want him to stop; allowing him to use your head as assistance.

“Fucking made for my cock, aren’t you? A perfect fit..”

The only sounds that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans and the illicit sounds of your gagging and spluttering, a mixture of spit and precum leaking out the sides of your mouth.

"Gonna make better use of your pretty mouth.. and dumb you up so you'll never be able to throw all that fucking attitude at me again.." With no prep whatsoever, he impales your throat again, this time keeping your head at the very base of his cock, your nose brushing against his abdomen as your throat clenched around him, squeezing tightly to the point you could feel him throb.

“If this is the only way to shut you up, I’ll have you on your knees more often,” he looks down at you, watching the woman who stood so high on her fucking imaginary pedestal, now kneeling between his legs with her mouth stuffed full of his cock like a needy bitch.

Jungkook was damn near certain he almost came from the sight of you alone so he suddenly pulled you away from him, a thick and heavy string of precum connecting your lips to him leaving you a gasping, teary eyed, heaving mess.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you grumble, slightly annoyed by the sudden withdrawal as you hastily stood onto your feet.

“Oh, Y/N.. What am I gonna do with you?” he questions, sarcasm lacing his voice as he took a couple steps towards you just to grab your arm and turn you around; pushing you down front first against the glass surface of his desk.

You could barely make out what he was about to do, the side of your face pressed up against the glass but God, he was so close behind you, you couldn’t help but push back against him a little, whimpering at the sliver of skin-on-skin contact with him and Jungkook was all for your eagerness.

He spits against the palm of his hand, using the heel of his palm to reach down between your legs and massage your weeping cunt, briefly letting his digits dip into you before replacing them with his cock.

At last.

“Oh— fuck.. Jeon—!” You’re more vocal now than you were ever before, his size deeming you absolutely vulnerable as he pushed into you slowly. The stretch was beyond humane, he was practically splitting you open and your tears were suddenly making another appearance.

Jungkook felt like he was going through the seven stages of grief; not expecting you to be so tight around him and already so addicting, it was like a revelation for him.

“Pussy made just for me..” he groans, a palm aiming to land a harsh smack against your ass cheek, making you jump and the ongoing stinging sensation turning the affected area a light shade of pink which was bound to darken overtime. “All fucking mine—” he grits harshly squeezing the flesh of your ass as he continued to thrust in and out of your sopping cunt, “Fuck, look at your tight pussy just sucking me in… bet you like me shoving into your cunt, huh?”

“Uhghhh yes, yes! I love it so much!”

You loved the pain.

Each powerful thrust caused your body to repeatedly shift against your desk, again and again his dick slamming so deep into your guts you wondered if it were even possible to experience such a thing.

You could tell he was giving you his all; his muscles were tense, every vein in his body was popping out just so he could take out his frustrations on you. He dealt with your ass for three years; constant bickering, competitions, insults, but fuck him, if he knew you what got you going, he’d have fucked you way sooner.

“Bet you wished I’d come in and fuck you at some point, huh?” A smirk was lingering over his features, knowing well what your answer was.

“God— yes!” Your back forcibly arches against your will as you nod desperately.

Truth be told, you did look forward to his visits in your office just to argue with you. Arguing with an attractive man who looked even hotter when he was mad?

Of course.

“And everytime I’d leave your office, you’d sit in your chair with a wet fucking pussy all day, hoping I’d come back in just to fuck you, right? But God, why didn’t I do that?” he mentally curses himself, digging his fingers into your hips as his pace faltered, indicating he was losing traction.

“Fuck you for not making a move,” you hiss through tears, gripping at the edge of your desk for stability as his thrusts became sloppy and messy.

He lands another harsh smack against your ass, making you help in surprise, “Shut the fuck up, I’m not done,” he seethes, picking up the pace and knocking all other backtalk out of your lungs, "Every damn day, I've had to deal with your shit; talking down on me—" his words laced with anger as he slams in to you, "—flaunting your stupid awards in my face and walking around like you own the fucking place."

He abruptly pulls out, turning you over to lay back on the desk whilst he spread your legs apart, his cock slipping into you once more as his free hand settled a harsh slap against your tits, “Now I have you under me, crying on my cock like a little bitch. Where'd that confidence go, huh?"

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, to busy doing exactly as he’d stated. Your mind was hazy and your body was going numb, all you were capable of was squeezing your walls tightly around his cock as a sign to say you were close.

“Oh you’re close, huh?” Jungkook brings his hand down to scoop up the stringy mess connecting both your bodies, “We can’t have security walk in, can we?” lifting his hand again to shove three slick coated digits into your mouth in a bid to silence your moans as you came. “Come all over my cock like you were born for it.”

And thank god he did what he did because your pleasure filled cries would have woken up the entire city.

Your tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking off whatever was there before he pulled them out of your mouth, admiring the way they glistened under the dim lights.

You stared up at him in a daze, chest heaving and tits bruised red as he thrusted back and forth a couple more times before finally reaching his orgasm with a low bellow.

“Fuck…” he groans to himself and you could feel his warmth completely fill you up, some of it too much to the point white was leaking out of your sensitive cunt as he drained himself empty into you.

Once Jungkook was certain he was done, he slowly pulled out, his cock falling limp and his mess now prominent between your legs, noticing it was all slipping out so he did you the duty of using his fingers to push as much as he could back into you, the sensitivity making you shudder, “Can’t let it go to waste,” he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips to sneak a taste.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen and he was pulling you to sit up on the desk before grabbing your case with both hands and kissing you with all his might.

It was unexpected but you were too in the moment to stop him. You could just about make out the distinctive taste of yourself and him on your lips and all you were wondering was how the hell you’d both come back from this.

Jungkook bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out towards him before letting go and watching the plumpness bounce back, red and swollen like he’d left his mark on you.

“What did we just do..?” you whisper, finally drinking in the state of yourself and the absolute state of your office, papers everywhere and the smell of sex surrounding you.

Jungkook didn’t know what came over him, but he needed to reassure you one thing; “This probably wasn’t ideal but I don’t regret it,” he says, eyes glued to yours and curious to know if you felt the same way.

You didn’t know if you felt the same way, but you certainly weren’t feeling bad about it.

“You don’t have to say anything now, or put a label on it or anything, you can take your time,” he tells you softly, pulling away from you to pull his pants back up and tuck himself away. He was unsure whether you wanted to be alone or wanted to stay in his presence, but he figured he’d do what was safest, “Want me to clean you up and walk you to your car?”

Your hands adjusted the skirt that had been rolled up your hips, pulling it down to shield your thighs and the mess as you shook your head, “Oh no, that’s okay, I can take it from here,” you reply, this time giving him a genuine smile for his chivalry, one he’d never actually seen on you before and he wished he could see it more often.

Jungkook nodded and went to collect his shirt by the sofa, throwing it over his shoulder and heading for the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then for some case work.”

“Yeah, you too…”

He curtly nodded and headed out of your office with a sigh. He didn’t wanna leave you alone after that, but he wanted to avoid any intrusive/pushy questioning and awkwardness.

How the hell would you both ever come back from this?

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──★ tunnel vision

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.4k | s | f | college/barista ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.

──★ electra heart

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13k | s | f | fake dating ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

♡ just dumped by his cheating ex girlfriend, taehyung seeks help from the campus primadonna to make his ex jealous. y/n is spoiled, mean and filthy rich—everything his ex loathed. what happens when the two form a pretend relationship that leaves their hearts in great turmoil? welcome to the life of electra heart ♡

──★ love and rivalry

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.3k | s | f | e2l/college ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

kim taehyung is neither friend or foe, he’s more of an annoying fly always near creating chaos in your life. now he’s buzzing on about his new crush and begging for your help in exchange for his help with yours. like an idiot you agree though you signed up more than you can chew. just great.

──★ all you want

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k |s | a | arranged dating/high society ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?

──★ his special secret

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆12.5k | s | a | college professor ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’re an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. he’s your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student?

his special secret ||

──★ something about him

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.6k | s | a | yandere coworker ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

kim taehyung is nothing more than a man who works in the same office as you. he’s kind, charming, and unbelievably attractive but there’s just one downside to him. something feels off about the way he acts toward you and you’re not sure what but you know it has something to do with his little obsession with you. he acts strange at times, sometimes a little too lost in his own world, and changes his mood so fast you get whiplash trying to keep up.

you should feel scared or concerned but there’s just something about him that makes you ignore all the warning bells that go off in your head.

──★ the art of obsession

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.4K | s | a | dark academia ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in a world of painters and poets, there were two college students looking for the right sort of inspiration. through devotion in your craft, you find yourself drawn to kim taehyung—a grad student painter who’s everything you’ve ever looked for in a character. his walk, his form of speech, his art, it all captivated you to the point where you wanted to recreate him in words and you begin to realize how similar the two of you really are. you share a sort of obsession in your work that seems like only each other could understand and he invites you into his world of oil paints and charcoals in hopes of drawing you on paper.

──★ lace and luxury

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.6k | s | sugar daddy ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich man’s world. At least that’s how you feel working day and night to make end’s meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. You’ve become his muse and in exchange he’s become your source of pleasure and riches. It’s a rich man’s world and you’re living in it.

──★ between roommates

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | roommates ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.

──★ your power

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | ceo ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

the new boss at your company is hot, tatted, young, and you seem to be just his type

──★ bunny adventures

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.

──★ my dear friend

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | f | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

──★ depend on me

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k | s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind

──★ never again

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.8k | s | a | neighbors ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

──★ the act of falling

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.4k | s | a | fwb ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

──★ campus affairs

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 11.9k | f | s | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didn’t expect much excitement out for. that’s until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.

──★ fighting heart

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 15k | a | f | s ] boxer jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

──★ guys my age

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 9.5k | s | dilf jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.

──★ ditto

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 12.9k | s | a | established relationship ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news you’re not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, you’ll do the same and ditto.

──★ romantic dreams

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 23.9k | s | a | yandere jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bare.

──★ seven days to love

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.2k | s | f | coworker jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is nothing but your obnoxious new coworker who can’t seem to get the hint that you’re not interested. he’s loud, clumsy, and a bit of a player who knows his way with girls. what started off as an immediate physical attraction toward you quickly changed to a full blown crush that jungkook just can’t seem to let go. for seven days the two of you must work together alone at the store and each day jungkook takes as a chance to get you to notice him.

──★ cool with you

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.6k | s | f | neighbor jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

──★ limerence

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.8k | s | a | ex!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship you’ve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it back—if you could get it back

──★ million dollar darling

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆19.7k | s | rich!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

──★ lost and found

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | friend’s ex boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

──★ tempest

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 31.2k | s | yandere boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

──★ ukiyo

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.7k | s | f | summer romance ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

it’s the start of summer and there’s nothing better than dipping your toes in the sand and falling for a local boy who plays beach volleyball in his free time. he’s charming in a way you’ve never seen and you seem to understand each other better than one could imagine. both stuck in an awkward time of self discovery, you try to live in the moment and forget about your worries till they become too hard to ignore.

──★ effortlessly yours

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.9k | s | f | ceo x part timer ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets you—the one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, you’ve welcomed him to change your life for the better.

──★ infrunami

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | f | friends to lovers ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. he’s there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts… there’s one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like there’s nothing between you.

SERIES

──★ summer bummer baby

HIATUS

──★ love lies