“Sometimes – when the weather is hot – Jungkook likes to workout shirtless in the garden, giving you the perfect opportunity to watch from your hammock and get needy for him. He obviously knows that you are watching and can’t wait to take care of you. Doesn’t matter if the neighbours hear.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life, Smut
Warnings: Dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, sweaty shirtless!Jungkook working out, wet haired!Kook cause he swam in the ocean, she unapologetically stares, strength & muscle kink, "public" sex because they do it in their backgarden, she sunbathes in nothing but bikini bottoms, nipple licking & play, he eats her out on the lawn, "nose job" cause he rubs it against her clit, using of a hammock as a makeshift sex swing, praise, dirty talk, messy creampies, the sex just kinda happens without being asked for, yk? this is just something they both needed, i just wanna say that i'm a dog fr
Wordcount: 4k
a/n: i don't know what happened, i'm scared and confused and i need to run against a wall. have fun my sluts 🧡
Jungkook owns an outdoor punching bag. Sometimes, when the weather is especially warm, you can watch him train with his shirt off. You are nestled in your hammock with a glass of alcohol free mojito, watching him sweat and exhaust himself. This might very well be a religious moment. His tanned skin glistens. His back and arms ripple with each impact and his pecs and abs are fully engaged. Every now and then, droplets of sweat drip from his face. His hair, dark and messy, hangs into his brows. And sometimes when his pecs twitch especially aggressively, his nipple piercings swing back and forth.
God damn, you really hit the jackpot with him. Your tongue searches for the straw of your drink because your eyes refuse to look anywhere other than your husband.
God damn.
God fucking damn.
Jungkook finishes the set, jumping on the spot to shake out his muscles. His pecs bounce. What a view. He rolls his shoulders and neck before getting back into position. He attacks the other side of the punching bag, giving you the perfect view of his sculpted back.
Your entertainment begins anew. His shoulders are broad and his back is visibly strong. His waist is so small in comparison. And to make matters even worse, he has such a nice ass sitting on huge muscular thighs. The shorts he is wearing are just a little bit too tight around them, hugging his ass so well that you can watch it tense as he engages his legs with each punch. You would give your right kidney for a grab of it. He ends the set with a left-handed uppercut, exhaling sharply for it.
He jumps on the spot, shaking out his muscles. You suck on the straw aggressively, wishing for it to be something else. Look at his ass bounce and, fuck, now he is turning again. Look at his pecs bounce! Goddamn. God fucking damn.
You actually had a plan. You wanted to read outside, but how could you when Jungkook looks hotter than the sun.
“Okay, last one”, he mumbles to himself and starts the new set. He is facing the punching bag so that you have the perfect side view of him. His tattooed, huge arms flex with each punch. They are so big, so defined and sculpted. You want him to take you into a headlock, seriously. From the side, you can see just how big his pecs have become. His stomach is fully engaged as well, asking to be grabbed by you (if only you weren’t so comfortable in your hammock).
He grunts with an especially aggressive punch, furrowing his brows and showing his teeth in a concentrated snarl. You have to fight the urge to swoon. He is so hot when he gets a little rougher.
One last harsh punch and he relaxes, stopping the swinging bag. He takes off his gloves, breathing heavily and squinting slightly as sweat makes his eyes burn.
You finished your drink, but you are still thirsty – parched to be honest.
He meets your eyes. Your heart speeds up. He can be so intense sometimes when he looks at you. Do not misunderstand, Jungkook’s eyes are gentle and sparkly ninety percent of the time, but those ten percent where he stares at you as if you were prey? They make your entire body tingle as if millions of ants were crawling over it.
He throws the gloves to the side and makes his way to you in confident steps.
“What are you looking at?” he is teasing, making it worse for you by gripping the upper edge of hammock to keep it still. You stare. At his arms, his pecs, his stomach, his neck and face. Even his sweaty skin and the hair under his armpits are attractive to you. If there is a higher deity up there, they should give you strength because you are melting.
“Don’t forget to blink”, he teases and leans down to give you a criminally chaste kiss.
“Urgh, you’re so cocky, it’s insane.”
He chuckles and kisses your forehead.
“You love it.”
He straightens up and leaves you by the hammock.
“No wait”, you stop him.
“Yes, baby?” he asks, voice dripping in amusement.
“Can I, like…” You mimic scratching motions down his chest. “Just once?”
Jungkook strikes a confident pose, presenting his body to you.
“Go ahead.”
Quite frankly, this is a spiritual moment for you. To run your fingers down his body after watching him push it to its limits is everything you needed. You have to gulp once you pull back, looking up at him just slightly out of it and totally obsessed.
“Thank you, I needed that.”
He laughs (goddamn he is so sexy) and places his fingers under your chin. He kisses you softly.
“Glad that I could help”, he rasps, tracing your lips.
You sigh, chasing his kiss and touch and him. But Jungkook merely steps back and leaves you to make his way down to the beach.
“Imma cool down for a bit. I can recommend you do the same.”
“You’re the worst.”
Jungkook didn’t bother bringing a towel. It is hot enough for the water to dry in the air. So with his skin and hair soaking wet, he jogs up the stairs back to the garden. He feels so lucky knowing that this is his life. He really went from a homeless, depressed teenager with no hopes of a better future to a settled, happy man with a beautiful beachside house and the most amazing wife. He is so lucky. Sometimes he has to pinch himself to make sure that it is real.
He has to pinch himself especially hard once he reaches the garden and sees you sunbathing on the lawn. With no top on.
Holy fuck, god damn he hit the jackpot with you. He feels jealous of the sun for being able to kiss your skin and of the slight breeze that gets to travel along your body.
He closes the distance and calls your attention by shaking out his hair atop of you.
“Hey”, you squeak and writhe sway, “you’re so annoying, don’t do that”, you whine, having to laugh.
Jungkook chuckles and plops down on the lawn beside you. He rubs his wet hair on your stomach, holding you down while you squeal in laughter and fight him off.
“I hate it, you idiot leave me be.”
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
“I’m serious, I’m gonna fight you. Get away from me, you wet wipe.”
“Wet wipe? Wow okay”, he laughs, exchanging his annoying antics with soft neck kisses.
“Yeah, wet wipe.” You snicker, caressing the arm he has around you. “But you’re my wet wipe.”
“I always wanted to be your wet wipe. This is awesome”, he jokes, eliciting more snickers from you.
“You’re a goof.”
“And you love it.”
“Mh-hm I do.” You turn your head to face him, gazing lovingly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
You kiss each other. It lasts longer than before and is very, very nice. Oh so nice. You lost count of the number of kisses you exchanged over the years and yet it still feels as nice as it did when you shared that one fateful first kiss.
You stub noses and break apart.
“So you decided to have your tiddies out.”
“Hey, if you’re allowed to train with your tiddies out, I’m also allowed to free the girlies.”
“I’m not complaining. Not at all”, he says and gathers them just to kiss them in a non-sexual way. Which may sound impossible, but Jungkook makes it possible. It still feels really nice for you, don’t misunderstand. And quite frankly, it turns you on. Jungkook might not have sexy ideas (yet) but you have been craving him ever since he started working out. His kisses are electric.
“It was the best view to come back to”, he murmurs, kissing your nipples with utmost care.
“I knew you’d say that”, you sigh, arching your back to get more of him. His lips are so soft and whenever he finished a kiss, he lets the tip of his tongue grace over the spot.
“It’s true”, he whispers, dancing his palms to your sides to hold them as he kisses your stomach. It tingles.
“You’re so cold, it’s nice.”
“Mhm, the water’s cold today”, he says and ends his innocent affection by kissing your navel. And then under your navel. And then your inner thigh. And suddenly you have his fingers playing with the leg hem of your bikini bottoms and you realise that maybe, just maybe, his touch has never been innocent. Your pulse speeds up.
“I’m probably sweaty, Koo.”
“Whatever”, he dismisses you and tugs your bottoms aside to bury his tongue in your warmed up, soft pussy. He purrs deeply as he does.
“Fucking hell, Kook”, you gasp, arching your back. You knew that he would do it, you could have pushed him away if you wanted to, but you didn’t. You didn’t because your pussy has been throbbing ever since his workout. This is the kind of relief you didn’t want to ask of him, but which you secretly hoped would be yours.
Jungkook uses his left hand to keep your bottoms away from your sweet heaven, running his right hand up to your chest to play with your soft tits. He moans with you as he drags a sound out of you, flicking his tongue up and down through your folds. You smell like warm, summer dreams. Fruity because of all the summer fruits you are consuming on a daily, slightly salty from a previous dip in the ocean and addictively feminine.
“You’re so wet already”, he sighs breathlessly, running his nose over your clit.
“I watched you workout”, you get out, gasping over and over again. Jungkook knows exactly that his nose is your weakness. Now, you are actually talking about nose kisses but he is creative. His nose is definitely not just perfect for kisses.
“Mhm baby…” he purrs, closing his mouth around your pussy just to slurp up your sticky sweetness. He ends it with a delicious hum, repeating the gesture because he loves nothing more than your taste. You are so sweet in summer. He swallows hungrily and repeats it a third and last time before he switches it with his nose again. He keeps his tongue stretched out, playing with your dripping entrance at the same time.
“Koo, oh god”, you choke out, hands falling to his head. Your fingers close around bundles of his wet hair, hips twitching every time his nose dances up your clit.
It makes him smile and purr against you, “you’re so twitchy, baby.”
“I can’t help it”, you whine.
“It’s so cute”, he lulls and rewards you by wrapping his pierced lips around your clit to suck on her.
You twitch even more aggressively, having to whimper when he laughs in amusement. The vibrations this sends through your clit quite frankly make you want to climax.
“I’m gonna-”
Jungkook lifts his head, watching in delight as your hips twitch helplessly. You try to push him back down, but he is stronger. You have to live with the denial if you wanted to or not.
“Koo please”, you beg.
“Mhm, you’re so cute when you’re sensitive”, he rasps and fixes your bottoms so you are covered again.
“No please don’t stop, please more.”
“So cute, you’re fucking adorable…”
He begins kissing a path up to your face, tingling with every needy touch you place on his skin. His body claims the space between your legs, his wet shorts soak your bottoms. It’s so cold against your pussy, making her throb needily. His cock is so hard. You want him filling you.
“Please more, please.”
“Mhhm I don’t know, baby. I got what I wanted.”
“Please Koo, it hurts.”
“Hurts? Poor woman, how sad.”
“Koo please”, you give him puppy eyes, “give me cock.”
“Fuck. Alright”, he instantly gives in, “can you stand up for me?”
“Yes.”
He helps you to your feet, leading you to the hammock afterwards. Once there, he places you in front of it, giving you bedroom eyes while his fingers open the knots of your bottoms. You do the same with his shorts, earning yourself a playful smirk.
“You’re so cute, baby”, he rasps, letting your bottoms drops on the ground. Being naked has never felt better before. With shaky hands you speed up, wanting to get him naked as quickly as possible. He helps you in tugging the shorts over his ass, stepping out of them once they are on the ground.
His cock stands flushed against his stomach, aching to be touched. But he gives you no chance to do so, kissing you deeply before you can get your hands on him. You melt in his arms, knees buckling and head turning. He picks you up with ease because he is such a strong man and fixes you in the hammock so your weight was supported but you were still facing him. He breaks the kiss, forcing you to look up at him with a hand on the nape of your neck. Not that you want to look anywhere else but him.
“My pretty girl”, he whispers, eyes soft even if his cock currently breaches you. The contrast makes you dizzy.
You open your mouth in a silent moan, eyes widening.
He nods his head in agreement, cupping your cheek, “I know, babygirl, I know.”
He bottoms out with a harsh thrust.
“H-hm”, you whimper, squeezing your eyes and mouth shut and grasping the nape of his neck. The current position allows him to fill you from an unfamiliar angle and it feels as if he is taking you for the first time.
“Does it hurt?”
You shake your head, forcing your eyes to open even if it is hard. He meets your submissive gaze with dominant, caring eyes.
“Hold onto me, yeah?”
You nod your head, hooking your legs behind his waist.
“That’s my good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with his cock. He uses the movements of the hammock to his advantage, rocking you on him. The angle is so unfamiliar, being held and moved like this only adds to how good it feels.
You roll your head back, closing your eyes. You want this to last forever. You are so happy when he fills you.
“Can you moan for me, princess? Mhm, baby can you do that for me?”
“Koo”, you moan, writhing in the hammock.
“There we go, I love your sweet voice”, he purrs and meets the movements with smooth rolls of his hips.
“Oh god, Koo”, you gasp, arching your back as best as possible. You drop your hands from his neck, grasping the hammock instead. Your face scrunches up again. Jungkook hasn’t seen that face in ages.
“Am I too rough?”
“No, it’s so good.”
He bottoms out with a swing of the hammock, watching your body tremble and your face scrunch.
“You’re shaking so much.”
“Because it feels like my first time”, you mewl, “Koo, please don’t stop.”
“Shit, baby. Holy fuck”, he growls, cock throbbing in realisation. This isn’t a face of discomfort, this a face of overwhelming pleasure. You are shaking so much because he is giving it to you in a new way and you love it to the point of complete ruin.
He broadens his stance and puts both hands under your ass. The hammock supports your weight, all he has to do is rock you on his cock and write his name against your dripping walls. You writhe and shake in the hammock, presenting your body in the most beautiful way. Your head hangs over the edge, your legs are hooked on his arms, shaking right there. Jungkook doesn’t know whether to look at your tits with their swollen pretty nipples or your pussy as it swallows his cock greedily.
“I can’t enough of you”, he gets out, muscles tense in pleasurable exhaustion.
The sun feels sweltering on his skin, making him sweat and pant. You are sweating too, glistening like a goddess of sun in her golden light. Jungkook swears that fucking you right here and now is religious and blasphemous at the same time. His goddess, his beautiful goddess, and he gets to fuck her raw.
“You’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful.”
“Koo”, you mewl, feeling on cloud nine. This is everything you needed. Now listen, you can control your needs very well if you have to. Having a dangerously attractive husband is just way too lethal sometimes. Especially on such a hot summer’s day when the sun made him sweat and train with such aggression.
“Harder please.”
“You gotta hold onto me again for that.”
You obey without protest. You hook your arms behind his head, burying your hands in his hair.
“That’s it”, you can taste his words like this, eyes captured by his darkened gaze. He pulls out and thrusts in deep and hard.
“Ah!”
He pulls out and does it again. Hard. Rough. Deep.
“Ah! Ah, god. Ah!”
You have to make noises with each thrust, eyes threatening to close.
“Fuck, you feel so good”, he growls, furrowing his brows. This is a new angle for him as well. He didn’t think that he would love it so much. He loves fucking you in standing positions, it makes him feel powerful and needed because you have to cling onto him and he is the only thing keeping you in the air. But Jungkook is also exhausted from training today. The hammock is helping him fulfill his hottest desires, adding excitement to it because it keeps swinging. Your pussy milks his cock in unpredictable ways each time the hammock swings from his aggressive thrusts, escaping him at the same time which brings out Jungkook’s competitiveness. He needs to have her, needs to capture her and make sure she doesn’t run away again.
Fuck, he is trapped in this moment with you, chasing your warm heaven and giving you heaven in return.
“More, please”, you beg, eyes teary and submissive.
“Show me your fingers.”
You show him your right hand, clinging to him with your left. He spits on it without warning, making you moan his name.
“Now play with your clit.”
“Koo”, you mewl, obeying his command happily.
Jungkook feels the moment you start playing with yourself. Your already tight pussy tightens even more, trapping his cock greedily.
“Good girl, play with yourself. Fucking hell, you’re so tight. I’m going insane”, he praises, following it up with a loud moan and sloppy thrusts.
You finally loose the fight with your eyes. They roll back and fall closed. He is going to make you orgasm so hard. It is building up deep inside you every time he fucks his swollen cock against your g-spot. Playing with yourself only makes you more aware of it.
You want to scream.
“I have to scream”, yoh croak.
“That’s alright. Scream for me, let the neighbours hear who makes you feel that good”, he encourages you with a harsh thrust.
“Kook!”
“Good girl. Fuck, my legs are shaking, this is driving me mad.” He is panting, dripping sweat. “What the fuck, what the actual fuck.”
“Soon, Kook, soon. Soon. Soon. Soon”, you are chanting, convulsing around his cock. You love getting fucked. Oh god, you love it so much. You love getting fucked by your strong, muscular husband. The memories of his workout come back to haunt you. This is your end.
You break on his cock when he is the deepest, sobbing his name and pulling him close with your legs.
“Jungkook, oh god Jungkook baby.”
“Ah shit, baby”, he gasps, finding support by grasping the hammock. He can’t move because your legs are keeping him hostage. This is going to end badly. “Oh god, I can’t hold back for long. Oh god, you go-gotta let me move or I’ll cum too.”
“Cum in me, please Koo”, you beg, voice contorted from your orgasm. You pull him so much closer, forcing him to his luck in the sweetest way.
Jungkook whimpers your name, dropping his face in your neck. He tenses up, filling you with his warmth sooner than he planned on doing. He can’t help himself. Not when he is so worked up, not when this is so new to him, not when you feel so fucking good. He isn’t mad at all. Working out today filled him with so much desperation that he actively had to work against getting a hard-on. He blames the constant watching you were doing. Climaxing so deep inside you right now, holding you as you tremble because of it, is everything that he needed.
Jungkook swears that he needs to lick your neck. You shiver because of it, turning your head to take in his tongue and suck on it needily. This is the kind of nasty one can only be when you are totally and completely obsessed with each other. And oh, how you are obsessed with each other. You come down from your messy high tongue kissing and groping each other. The kiss breaks with strings of saliva still attached to your lips.
“What the actual fuck?”
“Right.”
You and he are panting, eyes closed and heads dizzy. You definitely need a swim after that.
“Koo, this was so insane.”
“It was amazing, baby. Wow, I’m literally tingling”, he gushes, peeling his eyes open. As if you can sense it, you do the same just to meet his giddy gaze.
“Me too”, you confess, giggling.
He smiles fondly, “god, you’re so cute. Come here you”, he says and lifts you.
You squeak and squeak again when he stumbles and drops you.
“Woah total muscle failure. Fuck, I’m spent”, he says, dropping on the ground.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” you gasp, following him.
“Yeah, just ah totally spend. Wow, I feel amazing”, he says, lying down in the grass starfish-style.
You instantly use it to your advantage. With a cute, but funny, sound effect you sit down on his lap and begin placing kisses all over his torso. His pecs, his neck, his tummy and his nipples. Entirely soaked in love.
You do so with the occasional “mwuah” thrown in, which makes him giggle.
You end the affection by smooching his cheek, then you rest your chin on your hands which you have on his chest. He melts under your weight, meeting your eyes and retorting the big grin you sport.
“You’re so beautiful”, he says, running the back of his hand down your cheek.
“I’m sweaty.”
“Just agree with me, please.”
You fluster, “okay, I’m beautiful.”
His eyes soften more, “you are. So fucking beautiful”, he whispers as his other hand traces your back gently.
“This is nice, my love.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“I’m so happy that you started this. I really needed you.”
“I know. All I thought about on my swim was you.”
You kiss his chest once, “yeah?”
“Mh-hm, yeah.”
You smile and rest your cheek on his chest, draping your arms over him. It is so comfortable to lie on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
“Was it good for you?”
You nod enthusiastically, “it was amazing for me. The nose job, the edging, you carrying me and the roughness. It was perfect.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Not even a bit. It was seriously perfect.”
“I should have lasted longer.”
“Hush, just accept it.”
“Alright, it was perfect. I love you lots.”
“I love you too, baby.”
“We’ll go swimming later, won’t we?”
“Definitely. I’m so sweaty.”
“Yeah, same.”
You and he chuckle and fall into comfortable silence afterwards as you bask in the tranquil moment together. Jungkook turns his face to the sky, enjoying the sunlight with closed eyes while he mindlessly rubs your back and head. There is nothing better in life than being your husband.
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synopsis: jeon jungkook is a clean freak who can’t stand dust, noise or the way you chew. you’re a mess who forgets bin days, leaves dirty laundry everywhere and hates the smell of his chicken breast smoothie. you argue in passing, coexist at a distance, and survive each other only because your schedules never overlap—he works night shifts as a nurse, and you’re an underpaid teacher. until one night, they do. he comes home early. you don’t expect him to. he walks into the living room, catching you with a wine glass, panties on the floor and a vibrator between your legs.
18+ mdni | wc: 5.5k~ | roommate au, smut with plot | nurse!jeon jungkook x teacher!female reader | main masterlist
“Jungkook—” you moan, louder.
One more thrust in your mind—him slamming home, grinding deep—and you're there, body arching as the orgasm rushes up—
A throat clears.
Your eyes snap open. The vibrator is still buried inside you, still buzzing as your hand freezes. Your heart slams against your ribs; your breath caught in a choke.
He's there. In the doorway. Jungkook, in his scrubs, stares like he's walked into a nightmare. His jaw is clenched. His grip tightens on the strap of his bag.
You yank the toy out with a gasp, thighs snapping shut. You scramble for the blanket, face burning. "Oh my God," you stammer. "It's not what it looks—fuck. Okay. It is exactly what it looks like."
Summary: Headcanons about how the members would be as Doms
Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Mentions of bondage, oral(f. and m. receiving), degradation,
spanking, choking, free use, edging, orgasm denial, one daddy joke(and this is the only time
you will ever see it on this blog)
not proofread
A/N: Thanks to @a-gayish-unicorn for requesting this! This list is a bit of a mess, but I didn’t
want to leave you guys hanging all week without anything. As always, If y’all have any additional
thoughts, feel free to add them in the notes!
Masterlist
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Jin:
He’s mainly a soft dom, but he also gives Brat Enabler vibes. Like, he kinda loves when
you sass him and act up in the same ways that he does when you’re in charge so that
he can punish you.
Loves when you’re good for him tho and let him use you however he wants, holding your
hair as he guides your mouth up and down his length, cooing at you whenever you gag
around him.
Teases you constantly, making you tell him exactly what it is you want from him before
he’ll do anything, letting his hands just ghost over your body and making it increasingly
difficult for you to think.
Big fan of restraints and edging, pinning your hands over your head while he pushes into
you, slowing his hips just before you both cum. “You can take it for a little longer, right
Sweetie?”
Somehow still manages to make everything feel intimate and romantic. Like, he could be
absolutely railing you from behind, but he’s whispering the sweetest things in your ear as
he is doing so, telling you how good you’re doing for him and how much he loves you.
Tends to only be rough or mark you up when he’s feeling particularly needy or
possessive, wanting to make sure that people know you’re taken.
Yoongi:
I’ve said it before, but he gives soft pleasure dom vibes. Like, he might get a little rough
with you sometimes, but he really doesn’t have it in him to be overly strict or harsh with
you.
Has certain petnames that he only uses for you when he’s in these moods. “Kitten, can
you come here please?”
Drives him crazy to see you spread out or on your knees for him, so pliant and waiting
with that desperate look in your eyes.
Similar to when he’s subbing, he’s not too crazy about degradation, but he really loves to
tease you, always mixing in some sweet words so it doesn't sting too much, but still
makes you blush and flustered, calling you his needy little baby while you ride his thigh.
Absolutely loves overstimulating you. Man will eat you out for hours till you’re in tears
and writhing in his hold, begging for a break.
Super soft aftercare is always a must with him, no matter what kind of scene you just
played out. He really enjoys the quiet intimacy of cleaning up and looking after you while
you come back down.
Hobi:
Hobi is a hard, but very nurturing dom. Like, he’s super strict and not afraid to be rough
with you, but everything he does is accompanied by soft guidance and reassurances in a
low voice that makes your mind go a little hazy. “You gonna let me take care of you,
Sweetheart?”
Rigger for sure, he loves shibari and thinks you look so pretty tied up in different styles.
Would definitely take pictures of you like that if you’re comfortable with it.
Almost every time he doms ends with you face down, ass up, with one of his hands
wound into your hair so he can pull you up to hear your moans while he pounds into you.
He’s also a fan of spanking for sure, be it on your ass, your thighs, etc. He has a slight
sadism kink that peaks through now and then, but he never takes it very far.
Partially because of that tho, he tends to be extra sweet during aftercare, needing to
balance out any harshness or punishments by being as close and soft with you as
possible to help ground both of you afterwards.
He gives Sugar Daddy vibes, tbh. He loves spoiling you and buying you pretty things like
jewelry or lingerie to wear for him. Also really into non-sexual shows of domination, like
resting a hand on your back when you’re out together, it makes him feel like your
protector.
Namjoon:
Daddy-Sorry what?
But fr tho, although he gives hard dom vibes, I think he actually leans more to the soft
side, bordering on pleasure dom energy. He really gets off on your reactions and being
the one to take care of you.
Obviously has a thing for dirty talk, as well as a slight humiliation kink. He loves making
you tell him exactly what you want/need from him, because 1. Communication is super
important and sexy, and 2. He knows it embarrasses you a bit and helps push you
further into subspace.
Very big fan of bondage and sensory deprivation. He loves how sensitive and reactive it
makes you, the tiniest touches making you twitch and wine.
Big fan of manhandling you into whatever position he wants, his favorites being mating
press or having you ride him until he gets impatient and starts thrusting up into you.
Loves edging and orgasm denial, seeing how close he can get you to the edge every
time before you finally fall apart. “Hold it. Don’t you dare fucking cum yet.”
Jimin:
Surprisingly stern dom with slight Brat Tamer energy. Like, don’t let the angel eyes fool
you, when he gives you an order, he expects you to follow it or face the consequences,
Biggest fucking tease and the teensiest bit of a sadist, he will edge and overstimulate
you within a inch of sanity, cooing sickly sweet little remarks in your ear. “Poor baby,
can't even handle a couple rounds? We’ll just have to build up your stamina, won’t we?”
As harsh as he might be with teasing and punishments, he’s equally as generous with
rewards when you’re good for him.
Big fan of guided masturbation, having you spread all pretty for him as he tells you
exactly how to touch yourself or him.
Definitely likes experimenting with different themes and toys/tools. The type that would
have you wear vibrating panties when you go out together so that he can tease you by
turning them on randomly and watch you squirm.
Super soft with aftercare tho, handling you with the gentlest touches and sweet words.
He always wants to make sure you know just how much he loves and cares for you after
every session, holding you til you fall asleep.
Taehyung:
Super soft dom, he absolutely loves getting to baby you, kissing and touching you all
over until you're a pile of mush in his arms. “Can I make you feel good, Baby? Please?”
He’s very much an aestheticist, he loves roleplay and setting the scene, as well as
buying pretty little outfits for you to wear for him.
Praises you constantly, telling you how good you feel, how well you’re doing for him, how
much he loves getting to see you like this, etc.
Definitely into taking photos and filming the two of you. Probably has a whole photo
album of pictures, ranging from blurry polaroids to more professional shots he took with
his film camera or phone.
Torturous levels of teasing. He will finger you for hours, bringing you to the very edge
before stopping, kissing you as you cry in frustration.
Really loves the idea of free use, gifting you a special necklace or bracelet for you to
wear as a sign to him that he can do whatever he wants with you. The idea of you
always being willing to take him makes his ego(and other things) swell with pride.
Jungkook:
He has his softer moments, but I think when he doms, he tends to lean more towards
hard dom. He really loves being in control and going all out on you.
Big fan of breathplay. He loves the way it makes you shake and clench around him,
tattooed hand snaking up to hold your neck and squeezing just enough to make your
eyes roll back in your head.
He fucking loves to overstimulate you, making you keep count of how many times you’ve
cum before he’s even inside you.
When he’s in a teasing mood tho, he’s so fucking mean, denying and ruining you
orgasms, laughing when you get frustrated. “I’m sorry baby, were you gonna cum?”
Loves leaving marks all over on you, be it hickeys/bitemarks, handprints, etc. His favorite
tho is probably cumming inside you, watching it leak out before pushing it back in with
his fingers(feel like he has an untapped breeding kink, but-)
Also really loves looking after you in non-sexual ways, be it paying for your meal or just
helping you get something off a shelf that’s too high for you. It makes him feel needed.
Sex with Namjoon had an effect that made you feel like you’re the only two people in the world. You’re already waiting on your knees for him when he comes into the living room.
Naked. Obedient. Hands behind back and willing. It's one of your morning rituals to submit yourself like this.
Namjoon looks down and softly smiles, “We don’t have a lot of time today, Y/N.” He reaches out to caress your face, fingers carding your hair. It feels like heaven, like your meant to wait on your knees for him. He smiles that wide beautiful smile and you can’t help reaching up to the small valley in his cheek. That damn adorable dimple.
His touch is gentle. You lean into it. The pulse of being this close, this intimacy like a gift you can unwrap. He nods and you lift your hand up. He doesn't need to tell you that it's okay to touch. One look you can have him. You reach up and stroke his bulge, the firmness and strength of his length straining against the fabric of his jeans. He stands tall, proud, and patient as the morning light filters in through the clear glass windows that run the length of the wall. They offer the risk and expectancy of voyeurism. It's one of the reasons he chose this home and chooses to fuck you in front of them.
The early morning song birds chirp their dawn chorus as you slip your fingers over buttons and zipper to reveal the sight of his full length, erect and flush.
"It doesn’t matter how much time we have to spend as long as we can be together," You suggest as you casually run the tips of your fingers up Namjoon's exposed skin before pressing down on his thigh and hip to hold him in place. What your mouth can't take in, your hands move to cover.
Rocking gently, he can feel your tongue’s attention on his head, swirling and sucking lightly- A little pain. A little pleasure. Exactly what he likes. You take in as much of him as you can, the sensation hitting the back of your throat as you choke and tighten on his member.
It feels so good that Namjoon's vision can't help but roll back as he releases moans in lieu of words-hips jutting and thrusting, hands gripping your hair to give himself more pleasure. Greedy for the wet heat of your mouth.
No swallowing.
He likes it sloppy.
And today he likes it rough.
“Take me in as much as you can, baby. I want you to choke.” And so you do. Bobbing, and gagging. It's messy but you're obedient. A good submissive.
When he lets you breathe, you look up at him from between his legs, hands pumping vigorously. Good submissives don't look away from their Masters. It's one of the rules you've memorized, signed your name on, and held while he fucked into you like a christening. You nudge him toward the couch before sinking back down on him, taking his full length down your throat and lightly coughing; a smirk crossing your lips.
“Fuck. Y/N. That feels so fucking good!”
If his hips jerking is any indication, it feels fucking great.
“Look at me, baby.” Large hands cradle your face as he pets your hair, eyes fixated on each other. “Make it messy.” And you do. Down his length, your mouth finding its way to teasing his head; lips tight and tongue roaming, your hands pumping up and down causing him to collapse further into the couch, his hands releasing their tight grip on your hair only to grab his own and thurst; a deep moan and jerk of his hips.
“Oh f-fuck Y/N.” Namjoon can’t take it anymore. His hips are bucking, his breath uneven.
He needs to cum.
He grabs your head to bring it fully down his length and you oblige. Holding onto his thighs for support as your throat receives thrust after thrust, his large hands tight in your hair. The more you gag the wetter it gets. It's sloppy. Just like he wants. Each thrust deep into your throat has you holding onto him to steady yourself.
"Take it, baby. Take it as deep as you can. Be good for me." You want to be good, to please him like this. You crave what only you could make him feel and he relishes in the contractions of your throat each time you choke on his cock.
Namjoon's hands grip your hair tighter letting out unsteady breaths to ride his high. "Look at me." He wants eye contact. Needs it.
You surrender on your knees looking into his eyes, tongue out, as he thrusts and fills your mouth with his orgasm. You don't swallow. Instead, you let the cum drip off your tongue like a good pet.
He tells you that you've done a good job by lightly tapping his dick against your tongue. It feels soft like velvet or silicone, unimaginably soft skin on firm flesh.
Letting out a shaky exhale, he pulls you on top of him. "That was perfect, Y/N" Namjoon whispers as he softly runs his thumb against your chin and swollen lips while his other hand caresses your thigh." Your reward for working so hard. "I think I'll call in if you're up for round two." Namjoon smirks and that damn dimple is on full display.
summary: What happens after a fight with your bully ends up leading you to have dinner with his parent.Your left alone with Soobin to get your guys’s act together , expecting to end up fighting once more you find something quite odd in his room, changing your opinion on him.
pairings: bully!sub!soobin x rough!dom!reader
warnings: anal play, creampie
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Walking into class you prepared yourself for whatever was going to happen.Sitting down in your seat you begin to read a book, but then none other than Soobin takes it.”Y/N so what ya reading”he says holding it and laughing.”well it's not important” he says tossing it on the floor and putting his foot onto it.You get up “Soobin What the fuck is wrong with you”You ay feeling defeated.”Every damn day I have to deal with your bullshit and Im fucking tired of it.” you say clenching your fist. “So what?” he chuckles looking at his friends. You take the chance swinging your fist at him but you miss.He then grabs your arm “If your gonna try to fight me, number one tip is to swing straight…even my little brother knows that.” he smiles sarcastically
The only emotion you could feel was anger, as he tosses your arm down you grab your book on the floor.Tossing it at him as hard as you can at the back of his head.The class went silent.You take a step back, he turns running towards you, you never seen him this angry.He lunges at you and you both fall onto one another, but you flipped yourself on top, making sure you pinned his arms down with your thighs.”IM TIRED OF YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT”you say tears running down your face and he just looks up at you stopping his fighting to get you off of him.”pouring water onto me was so damn funny to you guys wasnt it” opening your eyes he looks at you as if he feels sorry, but you could care less.”Remeber I was gone for a week from school, It was because your bitch ass got me sick”you say hitting his chest.However you didnt realize that your pin on him, you were losing it. He flips you over “Stop being a bitch, crying over this, really?Are you really crying over something as little as this?” he says laughing.He looked crazy laughing like this was the funniest thing to him ever.
“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING, GET UP… NOW” the Teacher says storming in.Soobin gets off of you and you swing your fist, punch him in the face as hard as you can.He just shoves you away from him.Wiping the blood off his lip.”OFFICE NOW” the teacher yells walking you both down.
Sitting in the office you both say nothing waiting for your parents to come get you.
30 mins later.
“Mom, you know I've told you for months about how he kept messing with me.” you say
“Y/N fighting won't solve any problems, I raised you better than this…but thats why were gonna fix this today” she says you questionly raise your eyebrows “Today?, How” you say
“We're having dinner with his family later,” she says, hopping into the car.
“Dinner?” you say concerningly.”No , mom he’s literally the devil's child…Dinner? You can't be serious” you say, looking at her as if she's crazy.
“Well you're gonna get dressed, we have to leave by 4:30”she says.Arriving home, You just wish you could lay in your bed and do nothing for the rest of the day.Eventually you went to sleep hoping your mom would just cancel.
“Wake up Y/N and get dressed.” she says as you're half awake and half asleep.”Huh?”
You say then you remember you have to have dinner with Soobin.”Mom please I really don't wanna go.''You say doing those bubbly crying eyes at her.”No you're going Y/N be dressed in 10 mins were leaving then”, she says closing the door.
Dragging yourself out of your room you plead with your mom one final time, but she says this is for the best as you both head out the door.
15 mins later you guys arrive at his house.Walking in you see Soobin with his bruised lip and laugh under your breath.He glares at you knowing he heard you. Once the table is set up you sit across from one another as well as the parents.As you guys eat Soobin’s dad says “We want you guys to stop this childish act,So me and Mrs Lyn (Your mom)will be leaving while you guys solve your guy’s problems” he says as if this was the solution. “Dad, are you really gonna leave me with her?”he says like a whining.you roll your eyes wanting to leave the room in an instant.”You guys are gonna act like your age,If come back and everythings a mess with you two, you won't have your phone,xbox,or television for a month.”(18) his dad says expressing how he wasn't lying.”Same goes for you Y/N “ your mom says as they both hid to the door.” Yall stay on your best behavior while we're gone.” your mom says closing the door behind them.
“Don't touch any of my shit, and stay out of my room” he says going to the bathroom.You wanted to put him in his place so you go upstairs and find his room,You just lay on his bed admiring his room.”He really thinks ima listen to him now” you chuckle to yourself getting up you look around and see his walk in closet.”Hmm he got some nice clothes i'll admit that.” you say looking around and then you see this purple looking thing hiding behind shoes.You grab it and it's a dildo.You hold in in shock.He likes to be fucked in the ass. Ima definitely use this against him you were thinking.You lay on the bed wondering how he got this big ass dildo up his ass.”I told you not to go in my room” he says yelling opening his door.His face goes pale and his face drops.”W-what are you doing touching my stuff”He says as if he’s embarrassed.He runs after you trying to grab it, but you wore heels your about his height so you stand up and he tries jumping and reaching but to no surprise he can't. “Please just give it to me.” he says with bright red cheeks and ears looking down. “Now why would I do that?” you laugh at him in his face.You put your finger onto his chest pushing him down onto the bed. “Y/N, i'm sorry for bullying you, I- I never meant to take it that far” he says you can tell he’s embarrassed but so what.”Strip” you say smiling, doing that sarcastic smile he does.”S-strip” he says panicking.”Why would I do that” he says looking everywhere but your eyes.”Well, you wouldn't want anyone to find out would you?” you say finally knowing you have something to black mail him with.He begins to strip only to his underwear he covers himself in his underwear.You sit in a chair facing him “That too”you say pointing. “Do you not understand the meaning of stripping?” you say almost getting out of your chair.He then removes his underwear. “Let me see,” you say teasingly, laughing.”S-see what” he says flustered more than ever. You move the chair forward, moving his hands out of the way.”This” you say as you laugh a little.”Wow it is pretty big” you say using the whipping stick out of your bag holding it up as if you were observing it. “Now can I get dressed?” he says, stepping back and covering himself once more.You look at him crossing your legs “I'm not done” you say looking him in his eyes.”What do you want from me?” he says with a bit of sass in his tone.
“Don't get sassy with me…Now you're gonna take this dildo and shove it up your ass in front of me” you say throwing the dildo at him.
“R-really are you serious” he says worrisomely.
“Do you want your friends to know what you do on your own time?”you say seriously without laughing.
He grabs puts a finger in his ass and tries preparing himself, but he cant reach so far it seems like. “C-can I grab m-my lube out of the closet.” he says
“Where is it” you say looking at how flustered he is.
“Top shelf to the side of the box right when you walk in.” he says looking away.
Grabbing the lube you come out and put some onto your finger.
“Y-you don't have t-too do it” he says talking fastly
“Shutup” you say, pushing him down and making his back arch.
You put one finger in and he groans trying to hold himself from moaning. “Let those sounds out for me” you say into his ear while putting two fingers in.
He lets out a soft moan he tried to keep from coming out.”So what other toys do you have in there” you say wondering how kinky this motherfucker is.He doesn't say anything except his muffled moans into the bed.You grip his hair moving his head up. “Answer me Soobin?”
You say sternly.He moans each word out saying ” C-cuffs, ot-ther dildos, an edging t-toy”he says.”Where are those toys?” you say putting 3 fingers in. His moans get louder “I-im not telling y-you”he says I then shove my fingers in and out at a paste. Leaning over him I take my shirt off, pressing my boobs onto his back.leaning towards his ears.You whisper “you really think you're gonna make demands” you chuckle.”You don't have options” you say grabbing his dildo and waving it in his face.Moving it to the back of him you put it in him and his moans come out full.You hear them as clear as day.”Im glad your my bitch now” you say pushing it further in as his back arches farther.”Y/N t-the toys are in t-that box” he says.He looks as if he can't hold no more. “You cum when I say you can come”You say looking into his eyes getting up from the bed and grabbing the material.You then place the cuffs on him moving his arms to be behind him.You then begin to take your pants off and underwear off slowly looking at him smirking.His dick starts to twitch.”I- I can't hold n-no more Y/N” he says moaning out.”Your gonna hold because I said so” you say sitting him up looking into his eyes.You put yourself on top of him pressing your folds along his cock.You feel his twitch bit by bit and you tease him more and more rubbing down his chest.”you want it” she says “Y-yes I want it, please”He says whines for it.You then pull yourself up and positioning yourself facing him going down onto his cock.He groans moaning your name, his moans begin to sound like pants.You then grab his head pushing the sweat off his hair.His adams apple bulges out as his head cocks backwards as his moans wont stop.”Soobin your such a naughty boy” you say pushing him onto the bed and going up and down faster.He lets out a moan as if he cant take it anymore “cum in me “ you say and you feel his cum ejaculate all inside you eventually making you both sticky as you keep going.you push your boobs into his face and suffocating him with the smell of you as well. “ You're such a good boy Soobin, now if you could act like this from now on we won't have any problems will we?” you say whispering into his ear.”No, ma’am” he says heavily out of breath.
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There was an Dom bts x sub reader ff where reader gets kidnapped by bts and has to be a sub to them. They divide days they will have her, and yoongi gets her on Sunday. Her first time with him goes wrong and she subdrops. Can you help me out? I can't find it and I don't know the title either:(
↳Pairing: KTH x reader E2L 18 + M
↳Genre: Enemies 2 lvrs, smut, fluff 8.2 k
↳Synopsis: Hired as a temp to replace your friend on maternity leave, you hope to get your foot in the door and be hired permanently. What you don’t expect is the asshole of a boss who is set on making your life a living hell every chance he gets.
↳Warnings: smut, Dom!Tae, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cum shot, slight infidelity, hair pulling, ass slapping, mentions of arranged marriage, mentions of divorce, sexual tension, inappropriate use of a desk, heavy pining, a*shole Tae, sexual frustration.
A/N: Header by the lovely @outromoni love you wifey <3
He pressed the secretary button a few times, his frustrations bubbling over without him being aware. There was just too much to get done and his wife made sure to remind him of all the things he wasn't doing as a husband. He couldn't blame her, she was right, partially. The elephant in the room was that they didn't love each other and neither one of them had to say it. Of course, as he has always done, Taehyung obeyed his parents and married the girl he'd been arranged for since he was ten. He knew the moment he saw her she wasn't for him, and so did she.
The door to his office opens slowly and Taehyung grunts in annoyance at the fact that his secretary was taking so damned long to enter. She knew better than this. Looking down over his files, he signed the final document and looked up only to find that his secretary wasn't his secretary.
"Who are you?" He should have been kinder, his tone made it clear he didn't like the new intruder, so he cleared his throat and started again. "Where is Suri? She always wraps up everything for me."
Nervously you clear your throat before explaining. "I'm ____, I'm here to replace Suri while she's on maternity leave. I'll be here for the next two months."
Two months! Taehyung could scream! He did not need for his secretary to be taking any leave at a time like this, especially maternity leave. When the hell had she been pregnant? "I see. I don't have time to train new employees. You do know what you're doing, correct?"
He eyed you meticulously, like he was looking for a flaw, and it made you feel exposed and judged. You heard about his temper thanks to Suri's warnings, so you were quick to reply before he got more upset. "Yes, Suri taught me everything."
"Good. I need these to be at downtown by lunch, and I take my lunch by 11:59 a.m. sharp. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir." Grabbing the envelope, you politely smile and turn to leave before he could make you feel any smaller. Having gotten a taste of his personality for yourself you made sure to be as efficient as possible without having to see him more than was necessary. Reaching your desk you realize you had one hour before his lunch was due and you had yet to order it. Pulling out the notepad Suri left, you look at the day and realize it's a Tuesday. "Hmm, Tuesdays means black bean noodles." Thankfully Suri had left a menu of the places he likes, so you put in the call and freak out when they tell you they've had an issue with a small fire, and the meal will be late. You're already on edge and start to wonder if you should order from another place, but that might just cause more trouble. It was only your first day and you already managed to fuck things up before noon.
"How late exactly?"
"We can have a guy there by 12:10?"
The poor girl on the other end sounded just as stressed as you and you calmed down realizing it wasn't her fault things were going this way. Agreeing to the time, you contemplate whether or not you should let your boss know. If you did he might get mad at you for bringing his food late and if you didn't tell him he might be upset you hadn't let him know. Hoping for the best, you go with your instinct and pray you don't get fired before the end of the day.
When the clock hits 11:59 your stomach dips and like clockwork he buzzes you. You struggle with answering, but decide you should walk into his office to let him know his food would on be ten minutes late. It's not like it was a big deal. Pushing your shoulders back, you take a deep breath and open his door.
"Yes, sir?"
Without looking up from his desk, Taehyung continues to write, making you wait for him to acknowledge your presence. "It's late."
"Yes, sir. I know...it's just that..."
"I don't want to hear excuses, miss....what was your name?"
Finally looking up at you, his gaze pierces you and you swallow hard trying your best to hold back your tears.
"____, my name is ____."
"Okay, Miss ____. It's already 12 and my desk is empty of my lunch. Tell me why that is."
The veins in his hands pop out of his skin as he squeezes the pen he's holding. You could tell he was upset without looking at him directly. His voice was already low and the sudden tapping of his shoe draws your eyes. It took you much too long to reply, and just as he was about to give you an earful, the delivery guy popped his head into the room huffing and puffing.
"Did somebody order black bean noodles?"
Grateful for the pink and sweaty face of your delivery savior, you grab the bag thanking him profusely before turning back to give the food to Taehyung. Thinking you had done your job, you go to leave, but your name on your enemy's lips drags you back.
"You don't really expect me to open this bag and set my food on that table do you? When Suri was here she did all these things. I thought you said Suri tra-"
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." You take the bag from his desk as politely as you could because in reality all you wanted to do was drop the black bean noodles all over his lap and call him an asshole since that's what he really was. In all the weeks you trained with Suri you had never met him, not once, but you always knew he was a dick. The only reason you didn't do what your anger insisted upon was because you needed this job. You set up the table and huff out in annoyance quietly before turning to leave, but when you do, you find he is right behind you and is a lot taller than he looked when he was sitting behind the desk.
"Thank you, Miss ____. You'll only be here a short time and then I'll have my competent secretary back. You may leave."
The way it took every ounce of self-control for you to walk out of that office without popping him in the eye should have earned you a trophy. Closing the door behind you, you could have sworn you heard him chuckle, but that would have been the opposite of what his true nature was like. His reputation was plain and simple, he was mean, mean as hell and he didn't have mercy on anyone. Everyone said he had some sort of chip on his shoulder and that he was unhappily married, but why the hell should that be your fault? Deciding you needed to clear your head, you walked off towards the break room to grab a water bottle. It's only a few months....just a few months.
Before you know it, it's five in the evening and time for you to leave. As per Suri, it was essential to let his majesty know when you were leaving, so you make your way to his door and knock. He doesn't answer right away and you knock again only to be reprimanded by his booming voice.
"Enter!"
You didn't want to admit it, but the sound made you jump. The last thing you would dare confess was that you were afraid of this man, but the truth was he did intimidate you. The worst part was the way he treated you, as if you were some ridiculously stupid girl.
"Sir, I am on my way out."
"Yes...yes." He waved you off as if you were irrelevant. Rolling your eyes, you start to shut the door, but once again he calls you.
"Miss _____. I need you to set these letters by the front desk so that they can be mailed off bright and early."
Nodding you go to grab the letters that are neatly organized behind his desk, but in your haste you drop them. You look back hoping he didn't see a thing and also making sure he doesn't see you bend down to grab it. You successfully grab them and quickly leave.
The problem was Taehyung had noticed. The glass mirror across the room facing his desk let him get an eyeful of your legs in that pencil skirt you were wearing. He wondered if that wasn't a violation of the office dress code. Averting his eyes once you stood straight, he shifted in his seat adjusting himself underneath his slacks and pressed his thighs together. Of all the secretaries they could have sent, you were the one they chose. When you walked into his office earlier that day he thought for sure you'd lose your nerve and run out crying, but he liked that bit of attitude you carried under the surface.
He almost lost it when you came in without his lunch. He had called his favorite place asking for them to be late on purpose and then changed his mind ten minutes before insisting they be there at his usual time. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a loyal customer they might have denied him, but then again, nobody denied him. If there was one thing he loved about being at work was that he commanded his space. His "wife" wasn't around to ruin it for him, and he was glad she never bothered showing up. He knew she only stayed with him for his money, and he hoped to finish the five years successfully so that he didn't have to give her a penny, but lately he's been wanting to terminate it sooner; the last six months taunting him endlessly.
They agreed to the divorce each other once the five years were up, and the contract for the amount of money she'd be entitled was already written up, but of course she did all she could to get under his skin. So much so that she even slept with several people he considered friends. He wondered if she hadn't promised them some sort of recompense for their actions. Whatever the case, he was over it. You, however, were proving to be a nice little distraction. Closing his laptop, he smiled mischievously while packing his things already excited for the next day.
___
Before he walked into his office he had played over and over in his mind what he would say to get under your skin today, but when his door swung open even before he could put his hand on the knob, he almost lost his footing and tripped. There you were with the most smug look on your face and his hot chocolate in your hand.
"With whipped cream, sir, just as you like it."
Taehyung didn't know what to say, you had beat him to the punch and he almost laughed out loud until you walked past him and your perfume punched him in the gut. Strawberries...fucking strawberries... It would seem that you were set on being on your 'A' game today and he felt his arousal stirring.
Try as he might, he had a bit of trouble focusing on his work, although he was already ahead of things; something he took pride in. He never liked having things hovering over his head, nor did he like tardiness. He had to be efficient or else his father would come tearing into his office threatening his position. He was truly sick of everyone and now he had you distracting him. Deciding that if he saw you he'd be able to move on and finish work, he buzzed you. As soon as you walked in he regretted his decision. It seemed that in your haste to be present you had left your sweater behind and he was getting a very lovely view of your figure. Swallowing inconspicuously he managed to get himself together and thought up the reason as to why he called you in the first place.
"Have you ordered my lunch?"
"Yes, sir. I have also made sure that it will be on time."
You had beat him to the punch, so he started thinking of what else to say, but he couldn't help undress you with his wandering eyes. When you cough, he looks away and back at his desk, the papers there giving him another excuse. "Miss _____. I need you to scribe for me. Please have a seat."
You panic already aware that you were inappropriately dressed and that you hadn't brought your notepad. You want to curse yourself for making another mistake and are about to run out and get it when he opens his desk and pulls out what you need.
"I always have a spare."
You nod and go to sit across from him but he stops you. "You cannot scribe from the other side of the desk. The applications are on my screen and you'll need to scribe the dates and names of the clients as I give you the notes."
Quickly you grab the swivel chair from across the room and make it to his side before he opens the information on the computer. You don't know exactly where to place the chair and hesitate a bit. Without looking, he grabs the armrest and places the chair a few feet away from his own. Being so close to him was not sitting well with you, but you already fucked up once today and you weren't about to give him the satisfaction. You sit and he begins to read without giving you time to prepare. Mindlessly you jot the information down and start to feel really proud that you've caught up and are now only waiting for him to say the next thing. The entire time he doesn't look your way and you're extremely thankful.
After about forty five minutes you think you're going to pass out, but thankfully he finishes the final file and closes the folder on his laptop. "I hope you were able to get all of that. I need those typed up and in my office before you leave tonight."
TONIGHT? What the hell was he on? It was Friday night and you were almost done with the day and now he decided it was a good idea to throw this at you. This would obviously take you a little longer than five, but what could you say? "Yes, sir."
You get up to leave, already so close to vomiting, but when he gets up with you, you panic and turn to look at him which makes your bump into him and drop your notepad. Apologizing ,you go to pick it up, and so does he causing you to bump heads. The scene is straight out of some ridiculous rom-com and you just want to run away and never return. Taehyung, on the other hand, thinks it's hilarious the way you panic. He was only trying to move the chair back for you, but he could tell being close had an effect. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but it entertained him nonetheless.
"Sir, I am so sorry, sir. I didn't mean to...I was..."
"It's okay. No harm done."
For a moment there you thought he was being nice, but then he opened up his mouth and ruined it. "By tonight, Miss ____. I'll be here late."
He went back to his desk and you went to yours more pissed than yesterday. The man really had some nerve and you were about two steps away from walking out of the building and keying his car, but you were a lady and you promised Suri you would do a great job replacing her. She was a good friend of yours from university and you were so glad she reached out to you when she needed someone to take her place. She knew you'd been looking for any type of job to help you gain experience and she truly had looked out for you, so you couldn't just walk out....not now.
Before you knew it the moon was up in the sky and the lamp at your desk was the only thing illuminating your desk. The last word typed, you press print and thank the gods it was only seven in the evening. Reaching up to stretch, you massage your neck and make your way to get the copies already eager to drop them off and leave for the weekend. Everything prepared, you make your way to Taehyung's office ready to knock, but your fist never meets the door. Instead you hear his low and sultry voice humming a song. You weren't familiar with the tune, but the way it sounded coming from his throat was incredibly alluring.
From the first time you met him, although you knew he was an asshole, you couldn't deny he was handsome. And when you heard his voice you were certainly shocked, but that was all thrown out the window when he used it to reprimand you and make you feel stupid. After a few minutes of allowing yourself a chance to accept him as semi-human, you knock and his tone changes. "Enter."
You do so quickly not wanting to make eye contact in case he asks for another task. "Here's what you asked for. I'm on my way out. See you on Monday."
"Wait."
Fuck! Please don't ask me for more work...pleasee
"Thank you."
"Sir, I really can't stay I--" You pause mid sentence taking a minute to take in his words. Did he just say thank you?
"Y-You're welcome."
Taehyung nods his head and goes back to his desk while you stand there confused. You should have just walked right out of his office, but this small moment of weakness would be a good opportunity for you to get on his good side. Before you can stop your word vomit, you approach his desk. "Sir, I just want to say thank you for not getting rid of me. I know I'm not Suri, but she helped me get in and I really don't want to let her down....I know you don't exactly prefer me, but I am going to do my best and in the future I hope to work for this company...
"Miss _____," Taehyung interrupts, "did you want me to assign you this file due by the morning?" He quirks up a brow and you quickly bite back the next thing you are about to say.
"No, sir. Thank you, sir."
Turning on your heels, you walk right out of the office in record time leaving Taehyung a dizzy mess. Your very presence was starting to affect him and that was the last thing he needed. It was almost like he was a teenage boy again, hormones out of control and volatile. He can't remember the last time he even touched a woman. For sure it hadn't been his wife. He'd done his job as he was supposed to on their wedding night, but soon after they slept in separate bedrooms and he just couldn't find it in him to care. He had tried to make it work, tried to pretend that he could love her, but she was never in it for him. Sighing, Taehyung pulls his jacket off the back of his chair and prepares his bag to leave. Your perfume was still lingering and he wasn't going to be able to focus anyway.
____
After a restful weekend you make sure to get to the office and do a better job than you had done last week. Taking a look around before you leave, you smile when you see the hot chocolate neatly set on his desk, his pillow fluffed, and his files ready and organized. He would certainly appreciate this, and if your conversation on Friday was anything to go by, you were expecting him to be nicer. The slamming of his door behind you jolts you and you quickly stand away from his area making sure to be presentable and ready to do your job.
"I need you to fax these over to the head of our department and return to scribe."
With your hands cupped in front of you, it takes a minute for you to get in gear, the tone of his voice not what you were expecting. It seemed Mr. Moodswing hadn't changed at all.
"I'll get right on it."
He doesn't bother acknowledging your presence after that. You saunter over to the fax, angrily pushing the paper in and dialing the number. He really had some nerve. You did everything right and yet he still wasn't happy. Maybe he should do his own work....if you just walked right out he couldn't stop you...he's just....
You jump at your name, his voice way too close for comfort. Had he heard you mumbling under your breath?
"Oh and, Miss ______, I also need you to shred these."
Placing the folder on the desk beside you, he lets the tips of his fingers rest on the manila folder while his eyes rove over your face. He doesn't speak, doesn't move and neither do you. For a moment you thought he would fire you, but he steps a little closer and you shut your eyes in wait. When you hear the beeping of the fax and the papers running through, you release the breath you were holding and peek through your lashes.
"I said I needed these sent asap."
In a split second he's gone, but his presence still lingers and there is nowhere else you'd like to be but hidden in the storage closet. What the fuck was that, and why had you closed your eyes? The man was your enemy yet here you were closing your eyes like some love sick little...it's fine...it's fine....just breathe.
The rest of your day is a nightmare. You try to get your work done, but his shadow in the office window had you jumping every second. He hasn't called for you in hours and you really don't know what the hell he must be thinking. At this rate it didn't matter because you were pretty sure you were ruined and one foot out of the door. Honestly, you were so close to giving up and just thinking about getting another job altogether. His attitude and this job wasn't worth the stress.
Buzz "I need you."
Instantly you're up and your curse yourself for being such a jumpy idiot. Once at his door, you hesitate as always, but the fact that he hated to wait made you push through and walk right in. You stand in front of his desk and as usual he doesn't give you the time of day. "Sir? You wanted me?"
Your words shouldn't have affected him so, yet here he was thinking up an excuse for having called you in. He'd been struggling with a million this entire time that made sense and now he was stumped. The strawberry scent coming from you wasn't helping the matter. "The applications we did on Friday need to be amended. I'm going to need you to stay later in order to finish them."
"Yes, sir."
"I also ...Could you please look at my screen and let me know who was the last client we left off on?"
You don't hesitate, not wanting to get reprimanded again. When you walk around his desk, he stands to give you room and you squeeze in the tight spot to look at the screen. "I believe it was, Mr. Yang. Right here." You point unaware that he's fit himself right next to you and is now leaning over to where his face is perfectly next to yours.
"Ah, yes."
At the sound of his voice in your ear you turn toward his face instantly wanting to die. Up close like this he was even more handsome and the way his eyes were set on your lips wasn't helping the matter. All of this was wrong, he was your boss and you were just imagining things. You straighten up and attempt to move, but he blocks you with his body and pins you between him, his chair, and his desk. To any onlooker it would seem like you were just having a normal conversation, but the heat radiating off his body and the way his breath had picked up said otherwise. The truth was, your body was also having a response, and although every fiber of your being tells you to run, you stay.
"W-will there be anything else?"
When he gets even closer you lean back further onto his desk, your ass already partially sitting. His lips come within inches of yours and this time you're certain he's going to kiss you, but the phone on his desk rings bringing you both back. The sound repeats in the background while the both of you stand awkwardly trying to think of the best way to remove yourself from the situation.
"No..no, that will be all."
He pulls back and you high-tail it out of his office. Shutting his door behind you, the heat consuming your body makes you want to faint and you find yourself walking straight to the elevator and right outside to gather some air. Taehyung, however, had nowhere to go. You were right outside of his door and the swelling in his trousers was impossible to hide and aching like hell. He doesn't recall the last time he had such an episode and he shouldn't have done what he did. You were obviously respectable and knew you shouldn't respond to him. Fuck. The discomfort becomes too great so he runs over to his door and locks it. The moment it clicks he palms himself, the ache barely satiated as he strokes himself up and down. With his forehead pressed to the wood, he slides his long and lithe fingers into his pants. The moment his hand makes contact, he sighs out in pleasure. He was fucked....truly fucked.
___
The next few days are the most awkward as he doesn't even call you into his office once. You begin to wonder if maybe he wasn't turned off by you, but quickly shut it down knowing that that should not be your worry. He was married and he was your boss. Plain and simple. When Friday night rolls around once more, you hesitate to leave, the light in his office making it clear he still wasn't going anywhere. You feel guilty and want to make things right, so going against your better judgement, you open his door without knocking. He's so busy at his computer he doesn't notice you at first.
"Sir, I--"
"Shit! Oh, Miss _____. Sorry, you scared me."
"I'm so sorry. I... I just wanted to tell you I was leaving...and you haven't asked me for anything for the last few days so I was wondering."
"No, I'm fine. I don't need anything. You may go."
Strangely his words sting a little and though you know they shouldn't, you can't help yourself.
"Did I do something wrong? I'm not quite sure...and I just wanted to apologize..."
You're getting close to his desk and the last thing he needs is another bout of blue balls.
"I don't agree. I feel like I may have allowed some things...and I"
"Miss ____, please. Just...trust me when I tell you you've done nothing wrong. If there is anything I need, you surely cannot give it to me. So please, leave."
The pounding in your heart increases and the blood rushing to your ears is probably very obvious to him. The way he managed to make you feel wanted and hated was a true talent. There were so many things wrong with what you did next, but the truth was, you were tired of being tortured and you needed to know if you hadn't just imagined all the teasing. You come around his desk and he follows your movements turning his chair to meet you. His legs are spread open, and the way he sits in the leather with his suit and long legs turns your stomach upside down.
"I don't know what that means, sir...but...I can tell you're not always in a good mood...and well, I don't want to be the cause of that."
You notice him sit up straighter, but he doesn't get up and you feel exposed standing above him. Though he's sitting, you still feel smaller. "Also, I think you shouldn't have to work so late...it's Friday night and..."
While your mouth moved, Taehyung watched your lips, whatever you were saying going in one ear and out the other. Your fucking scent and nearness wasn't good for him , but here you were again being a stupid clueless girl. Getting up, he enjoys how your body freezes and starts to back away. Good girl, you should be running. But of course you don't, your curiosity always getting the better of you. You look beautiful as ever, and now that you've stopped talking he was a little sad. He liked your voice, though you rambled, and then the thought of you whining out his name suddenly crossed his thoughts.
"And you think you know what's best for me?"
The low vibration of his voice flows through your body and settles right between your thighs instantly. You wish he didn't have this power over you because he really was such a fucking jerk.
"I didn't mean...that..I think...I think I should leave..."
Of course you don't get the chance to move; Taehyung is much faster. His arms pin you to the wall behind you and you fall back against it praying that you don't do what you're about to do. As much as you want it, you also know it's bad, but ohhh....he smells so fucking good and you can't recall the last time you've been with anyone.
"Do you really want to leave? I'll let you go if you ask. It's just that...I've been struggling a lot here. You see, you are extremely beautiful and I, well....I'm married to a greedy gold digger who never loved me. And so, I've been," he pauses, "neglected."
His breath fans over your face, but he doesn't get closer, and neither one of you is touching the other, but it feels like you could combust. You can't speak and don't want to. Everything he's said is a lot, and you feel sorry for him. You don't know much about his personal life, but if you were his wife, you certainly wouldn't neglect his cock. And my god is it a cock. You can feel it slightly tap your thigh whenever he adjusts for balance and you wonder if you'd even be able to take him.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?" Taehyung growls, turning toward his desk to swipe everything to the floor. You flinch at his actions and in the next instance find yourself face pressed against the expensive mahogany wood of his desk. Your hands are behind your back being held together by just one of his own, and the other is near your hairline brushing back the stray hairs that have covered your eyes. He's leaning over you, his thickness pressed firmly against the curve of your ass, and all you can think in the moment is that you hope he can't see the wetness leaking onto your panties.
"Let me jog your memory. You walked in here to see if I needed you, right?"
You don't know if this is a trick question and every time he grinds against you, you forget what words even are. He apparently doesn't like you taking long, thrusting himself harshly against you in order to make you speak. The only thing he manages to get is a small whine which seems to satisfy him.
"So now you have nothing to say? Hm? It's funny how you can never shut this fucking mouth whenever you're near me, but now with my cock nestled between your ass cheeks you're silent as a mouse." He's so close, the roughness of his words coating your ear, and at this point you're sure you've soaked through onto his slacks.
"I think you need to learn some manners."
Unsure of what he means, a sharp slap makes everything clear. The thin material of your skirt allows you to feel the pain without a buffer. This time you do cry out embarrassed that you were being so obviously needy.
"Fuck, you're so perfect."
Another slap and then another. Each one is worse than the previous, the sting now throbbing the flesh he seems set on bruising. You can feel him leaning over you, tears slowly sliding over your cheek at the ache his large hands delivered. Just when you think he was getting started, he lets go of your hands and lifts you up. With his face turned away, he moves back allowing you space to leave and doesn't say a word.
Shame washes over you and you feel like the cheapest whore alive. You wipe your smudged mascara a bit and tidy yourself as you walk toward his door. Hand on the handle, you pause for a moment to see if maybe he'd have a change of heart, but there is nothing. You walk out feeling empty and pathetic. Whatever just happened, could never happen again. On Monday you would make sure to leave your letter of resignation.
____
Even before the office opens, you use your keys to enter the building. You're not even dressed, already sure you've lost the position. As you make your way to your area, you notice that Taehyung's lights are on. Did this man ever sleep? Silently you creep toward his door and slide the letter halfway through before rushing to leave, but his door bursts open behind you.
" _____, wait!"
You shouldn't listen, you should just run and leave before you give in to him, but as soon as his hand touches your shoulder you fall to pieces. You don't know why you started crying when he was nothing to you, yet you couldn't help it.
"Please don't. I am so very sorry. I should never have..," he starts.
You realize he thinks you're crying because of what he's done, when really you want him just as much as he wants you. "No, sir...please. I am ....I don't regret it...I just know I shouldn't like you as much as I do. You are not available and I have to find another job because this is highly inappropriate."
Taehyung sighs in relief, happy to know that you were indeed into him. He wasn't sure if last night he had gone too far in his actions. You hadn't spoken a word and he was sure he had misread everything, but now with you here, he could tell he hadn't. "I know...I mean...yes I am not available, but...I...I filed for divorce last night after you left. I realized I was so unhappy and that I needed to be free of her. She'll be getting half of everything, but it's worth it if I can just move on with my life. I thought you hated me for sure." He chuckles sweetly and for the first time you think you can actually see the real man that he is deep down.
"No, I don't hate you. You just intimidate me. Last night...last night was..."
"Intense?"
"Y-yeah, intense, but...I liked it. I'm sorry you're getting divorced."
"Please don't be, I've been wanting to for a long time. Did you just say you liked it?"
Feeling shy suddenly, you smile and nod your head. "Yeah, but...the truth is, I wouldn't feel right about doing anything more with you...while you're still legally married."
Though your words hit hard, he knew they were right, and the fact that you were so honorable really struck him. "I can respect that. So, please say you'll stay. I promise I'll be good."
"Okay, I'll stay."
___
Suri was back to work before you knew it and the time in between went by very quickly. Taehyung had kept his promise and treated you like a respectable employee and you endured it. The truth was you wanted him to take you on his chair, on the rug, and over his desk several times, but you kept your mouth shut about it. The tension between you both had reached devastating levels, but you held on.
You were now working at a different department, one floor above his. Try as you might, you wished you could go down and see him but there really was no reason for you to do so. It seemed like he was getting over you quickly because you hadn't really spoken to each other since you left his office. Suri had acclimated to her regular position quickly and you began to wonder if maybe you hadn't been some temporary distraction for him. Maybe he had used you and that's all you were to him, a fun little distraction.
As your day comes to an end you make your way to the elevator sighing at the pathetic life you led. You'd probably go home and drink a few glasses of wine in your tub while listening to a break-up song before eating your bodyweight in ice cream. It didn't matter now. Pressing the button, you lean back against the cold steel, closing your eyes . When the elevator stops abruptly, you assume someone is getting on, but when you don't hear anyone, you open your eyes. In front of you, holding the elevator doors open, stood Taehyung. He looked amazing, and you started to feel even more depressed. You never thought you'd run into him since he was always working, but it seemed today fate had other plans.
"Hey."
"Hey."
How awkward. Two grown adults not knowing what to say was truly baffling.
"I know I shouldn't have, but, I bribed your security guard to tell me when you left...so...yeah. I promise I'm not a stalker or anything."
Your heart jumped a little and you hoped that this all meant something good. "Why would you do that?" You tried to ask subtly, but your lips were already twitching into a smile.
"Well...you see, I sorta have some good news and I wanted to show you."
"Oh? What is it?"
"It's in my office."
Tilting your head to the side in question, he simply offers up a smile and extends his hand for you to take. For some reason you don't have a million things to say and you're happy for it. Somewhere along the line you had both become a little more comfortable with one another so this wasn't really too strange. Plus, he'd already beaten your ass on his desk, so it's not like he didn't know you on a personal level. The memory makes you blush, but thankfully Taehyung is focused ahead dragging you along in excitement. You wonder what it is he has to show you. It's not like you haven't been to his office several times. A little piece of you hopes he bought you several dozen roses as an apology, but that was wishful thinking.
When he steps in, you follow right behind. He's quick to come around you and shut the door, the action startling you half to death.
"Are you afraid someone will see?"
"I don't give a fuck who sees." With a sharp intake of breath, Taehyung grabs your face and kisses you slowly and desperately. It was like he'd been waiting for this moment for so long and the way he walked you backward until your back hit the door had you dizzy. One minute you were barely talking and now his tongue was shoved down your throat with low hums and moans filling the air. He was insatiable, every swipe and lick against your lips breaking you down further. You had an argument ready, every reason for this to stop already on the tip of your tongue, but when he shoved his knee between your thighs, you forgot it all. His knee was pressing higher and higher, the ache in your core so close to being satiated. His body was now pressed completely against yours, and you don't even remember when it was that he had pinned your arms above your head.
You can barely catch a breath, the room temperature rising several degrees and the sweat on your brow slowly sipping past your temple. You couldn't believe how traitorous your body was when it should be telling you that the thing to do was run away. At this point it was too late. You were one hundred percent sure you were soaking his knee with your arousal. The fact that you chose not to wear underwear in order to prevent lines in your skirt was suddenly a blessing. When his knee finally pressed right against your heat, you whimpered and he bit your bottom lip, his tongue soothing over it immediately after.
"Fuck, you don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that. Come here..."
"But...oh god I don't know why I'm about to say this, but...your wife..."
"Ex-wife. My divorce was just finalized."
"What?"
"Yes. Now please tell me I can have you because I'm about to lose my mind."
No further explanation was necessary. Pulling him close once more, you kiss over his lips tenderly while running your hands through his soft, wavy hair. You don't know exactly what was taking over you, but you wanted him to feel special and loved. "You can have me."
Taehyung had never heard sweeter words in his life. The need to take you had become too much. Without warning he rips your skirt straight down and lets it pool at your feet. He grins wickedly when he realizes you were completely bare this whole time. "My. My. My...today is my lucky day."
Lifting you up, he carries you over to his desk where he lays you flat on your back and fits himself right between your thighs. Slowly he grinds against your core, taking his time to worship your lips. He makes his way down your neck and then realizes you were still wearing your blouse. "I've been wanting to mark up this pretty collar for so long...you smell so delicious...strawberries are my favorite." Undoing the tie, he tugs at the neckline and starts kissing and biting along your clavicle, his teeth nipping at the tender flesh at the juncture where your neck meets your chest. Frustration bubbling over, he pulls at the end of the blouse and lifts it over your head.
Your shirt gets thrown across the room and the lace bra you had underneath was also gone in a flash. His hands are everywhere, his eagerness driving you to the edge. The man was still completely dressed, yet here you were drenching all the papers beneath you. "We s-should...really clean these off," you struggle to speak with the way he works slowly over your belly, so very close to the center of your need. He simply chuckles and looks up at you, eyes piercing and intimidating. "Leave them. They're my divorce papers with her signature. I feel it best I fuck you nice and good on top of them to seal the deal."
His words sent you both into a ravenous greed. Your hands are busy clawing at his shirt while he struggles to remove his belt and pants. It all happens so quickly, but not fast enough. You're kissing each other sloppily, hunger overtaking you, and then he presses himself into you, sliding in effortlessly as if he were made for you. The penetration is heavenly, the groan falling from his lips causing you to squeeze even tighter. His hips stutter slightly but he's back on your mouth, hands on your hips stilling your movements because he knows it's been so long since he's been with a woman and he's about to embarrass himself.
"Baby...pretty baby...please," he giggles, "please just wait. I--"
"I don't want to wait. Fuck me. Please fuck me."
Your cries are all he needs to hear. Pulling you up by the hair, he kisses you deep, stealing your moans. His hips begin a slow rhythm, rolling in slow circles while his tongue dances with your own. You tighten your legs around his hips, grinding against him for all you're worth, almost at your breaking point. He growls low, head now dipped in the crook of your shoulder, your teasing motions already getting him to the edge. "Turn around..."
"Wha--"
"I said, turn around."
Unsure of what he means, you unhook your legs and start to get up, but Taehyung is already moving your body easily. He presses your face into the desk and hikes your hip up and kicks your legs open. "This is how I've always wanted to take you...naked, legs spread...ass up...all for me."
He runs a finger over your spine and lines himself up with your cunt pushing right in. He doesn't wait, his hips smacking into you without mercy. You reach out to grab for something, anything that will keep you from sliding back and forth over the divorce papers that lay beneath your breasts. He slams and slams into you, bruises already forming on the sensitive skin he marked up with his handprint not too long ago. Reaching in front of you, he easily finds your clit and starts to massage it just right, as if he knew your body all along. You're so close, orgasm already building in the pit of your stomach, and you can feel he's close too, the size of his dick growing inside of you filled with the cum he's about to release.
"Where, tell me where..."
He doesn't have to ask twice, you already know what he means. "On my ass..."
With that, he grunts and works his finger faster over your nub. You rise up on your tiptoes as you feel yourself climb to the precipice, and then you reach it, body shaking and overcome by the sensation. Taehyung continues to thrust into you, insatiably pounding until you're crying out his name, saliva falling from your lips over the papers, yet you have no shame. When you fall back down, Taehyung pulls out his length and it only takes a few strokes before he's cumming all over your ass.
You can hear him grumble and snarl, the attempts he's making at keeping his voice down futile. He falls over your back for a few moments, his lips kissing over skin before he's backing away. You can hear him shuffling around pulling tissue out and wiping himself clean. You would feel embarrassed by your compromised position, but it was too late now. Within minutes he's behind you again. He stands there in silence and you feel exposed. You glance back over your shoulder semi-offended that he's just standing there staring at you "Is there something I can help you with?"
"No, but damn, you look so fucking good with my cum all over you like this."
You can't believe the audacity, but he makes it all better when he cleans you off and turns you around to sit you on his desk. Without saying a thing, he leans in and kisses you tenderly, the mean angry façade he always wore seemingly erased from his face. "Thank you."
"For sitting on top of your divorce papers with my bare ass?"
Taehyung laughs, "No, for bringing back my happiness. It's funny how you couldn't find your brave words before and now I have to deal with this sass. Did I not teach you any manners last time? I would have thought not being able to sit on your ass for a few days would have been enough."
"You noticed?!"
"Mhmm. I noticed lots of things."
"Oh? Like what."
"Like," he kisses you, "when you would walk up to my door about to knock but change your mind, or the cute little outfits you pranced around in when you entered my office, and how you jump whenever I call your name."
"Oh, wow...that's embarrassing."
"I don't think so, baby. I like you. When I asked if I could have you, I didn't just mean over my desk. I would really like to...try more."
Smiling like an idiot, you interlock your fingers with his and kiss him again. "Of course, I'd love that. Now, how am I supposed to walk out of this office with a torn skirt?"
Remembering what he had done, Taehyung winks at you and grabs his jacket from the floor.
"When we get home, I'm going to buy all the short skirts you want. No panties."
Your fingers grip the bed frame unsteadily, legs quivering underneath you. Obscene words and sounds fall from your tongue and roll through your body, hips rolling for that perfect spot that he’s already gotten a hold of. Jimin’s hands try their best to hold you still from moving more than you already are but to no prevail. Maybe it’s because you’re aware of how drenched his face is. His fingers are one thing but his mouth…those plump lips, your eyes glaze over just thinking about it.
He hits your ass when you start to shift around too much. It makes you jump. But soon, he’s regretfully peaking his mouth from under your pussy. He licks off the arousal that smeared on his face and opens his mouth to speak.
“Keep moving around and you’re not gonna cum, baby.” He smiles and as sweet as it looks, you can’t help but shiver as his eyes full of deep and dark lust lights a fire through your body. “You told me that today was my day, right?”
You nod, lips quivering. Even when his breath barely grazes your thigh, you can feel yourself bubbling up a moan or a whine. Maybe a combination of both. He always has you so close to that breaking point, so often. He plays you like a professional pianist and doesn’t give in for even a second.
“Well, today is my day…to watch you beg on top of me…til you’re crying.”
It’s sinful to hear the words come from his lips, through his voice. Such a sweet and honey filled voice with words that make their way through your veins and out your ears. You shiver and can feel yourself dripping for him. And he keeps his word. He keeps his tongue moving until you’re crying and begging for him to give your mercy. He has you around his finger but he also fails to agree that it’s the same for him. He’s not going anywhere, anytime soon.
