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"Do we really have to?" she looked at Taehyung skeptically for the guy who rarely shows interest in anything other than stupid cat videos was suddenly too impatient to play this game with her. A game she had never even heard of or played before. 

"Yes, yes you do. Must you upset me like this?" Taehyung accused while crossing his arm and glaring down at her who just sighed and played with his tie in her hand. The silk was soft and smooth to her touch. It almost felt like it didn't even belong to her palm for it was far too expensive than let's say her entire watch collection back home.

"What are you thinking? Hurry up-" he snatched the tie from her hand walked around her chair to stand behind her. "Or better yet let me do it for you, hm?"

Knowing Taehyung she only nodded feeling him bend down and wrap his tie around her eyes with a gentleness he didn't seem to have in the moment before. Tying it tightly yet making sure she won't get hurt. Her insides jitter at the sudden press of his soft lips on her forehead as if he was leaving her with danger itself.

"The fuck!" 

He chuckled softly at her curse before swatting her thigh lightly over her light grey skirt that sit right above where her knee starts making her jolt. The action almost get off the chair but Taehyung's hands were quick to squeeze her shoulders and make her sit back on.

"Language baby"

She scowled at his words. she wasn't someone who you would tell what to do. "Behave Taehyung. You can't just hurt me when you're the one who begged to play this stupid game."

"Oh yeah?" 

Smack. "Ow!" she mewled in pain as this time the smack was even harder. Hissing softly she rubbed her thigh being mindful of not accidently lifting her skirt and flashing him but also very well aware of how her sensitive skin must be red by now. 

Taehyung who was usually the one of the most sorted and sweet guys she's ever met would actually act like this jerky way that even though she knew it's wrong she lets it pass most of the times understanding how it must just be a phase. How he's not entirely like this but sometimes it just so happens that a person can not always be good. 

"Taehyung you-"

"I know. I know. I... I'll bring the food items for you to guess, kay?"

He mumbled softly. Grabbing her jaw lightly he skimmed his thumb over her cheek apologetically. Just shy of touching her lips. 

She waited obediently on the chair thinking of all the things they did today while in background she heard him gather all the "stuff" for the game.

For a week they both had been diligently working on their college project where they were assigned on as partners. Thankfully tonight was the final one that they completed their project.  A week of bouncing from each other's house they could finally have a break. 

At first they just chatted and then scrolled through some movie options. But when none picked up their interest? Taehyung came up with this weird game called "guess the object" while searching online. In this game one player is blindfolded and other feeds them a little of anything even if non edible which didn't really make much sense to her.

The way Taehyung went from enthusiastically tossed coin to see who would go first to running around to find something to blindfold her eyes with had her wondering is this game was actually that good. She's never seen him this excited so she decided to play along for once. He too always does every things she says so it didn't feel like much of a problem. 

"Here."

She stopped playing with her hair when she heard him huff as he placed a couple of items on the table the used for writing before. 

"Let's start easy, kay?"

She hums softly though she swears she heard his voice waver once... in a weird way. 

A beat later she whimpered and tried to pull away when she felt something extremely cold against her lips. 

"Ice?"  she pushed his hand away making the ice cube drop on the marble floor and breaking into small pieces. Her reaction has him in a strange aww making him laugh lightly.

"Yeah. You got it."

She heard him rummage through the objects on the table and walk back towards her.

Taehyung watched her bite her lip in nervousness as to what he might feed her having him shake his head, smiling ear to ear at her behavior. They've been friends for minimum four years yet she always takes her time in finding comfort. And he as always gladly gives her all the time she needs. 

"Ready baby?"

"H..mmm, go ahead be gone with it."

This object felt.. oddly soft and sweet scented as she breathes it in in a soft shaky breath. Her reaction has his brows frowning in concentration too. He swipes the light thing slowly across the horizontal partition of her lips like a claw machine's hand waiting to pick up the right toy the moment the user presses it's button.

"Can i taste it?" "Mh', ofcourse."

Her lips part as she hesitantly takes a very small bite. Sweetness instantly burst in her mouth and she grinned widely. The juice of the fruit spread lightly on her lips and ran down his fingers as he still held it out for her.

"what is it, hm?" he whispers leaning closer to have a a clear view of a sight he has so patiently curated to happen after years of ease and control.  "You know you can't win unless you tell me what it is"

"Raspberry." she claimed before sensing his hand still held the rest of the fruit for her making her take a big bite. An apologetic smile when she "accidently" bites on his fingers as well. The blind fold preventing her from understanding how those long digits were oh so deliberately held out for her to bite onto along the little berry in his hands just to feel the warmth of her mouth and feeling of her lips willingly wrapping around his fingers.

The sight had him in awe for moments he was left stunned. There was nothing better he had ever seen. He bit his lip to hold back the groan he almost let out. Almost. When she plucks the berry out his grip with the help of her tongue and left his fingers still in the air. Held out as if for her to bite onto.

"Good girl." her smile softens at his praise. legs squirming without her knowledge as it happens as if he was the one who was blindfolded and couldn't see the effect his voice alone held in this moment over her.

So fucking innocent.

And soon she'll be all his.

He slowly brought his juice and saliva covered fingers to his lips and sucked them cleaning, all the while looking down at her. She looked so pretty in this sweet v-neck crop top in white and that cute little grey skirt. Always has.

"Ready for more?" This time his voice was down right raspy that she caught the sudden change in his tone and way but gave a little nod. Though before he moved away she giggled when he smoothens her light frown with his hand.

"Even over blindfold?" She can't believe she caught  her frown over her blindfolded eyes. 

"Yeah." 

Smack

"Taehyung" She groaned loudly in irritation when he moved away after smacking her thigh playfully but only bringing her frown back 10x  more.

"Let's see if you can guess this one. I'm pretty sure you won't"

She huffed at his challenge and pouts feeling huis breath over her nose. He was too close.

"Let's see." Pushing at his chest lightly so he'll step back but when he didn't? She just gave up and sat without bothering herself with him.

This new object felt weird honestly. It was too hard and smelled literally awful. She wanted him to take this away but he had just challenged her and she can't afford to lose. Hence she parted her lips and took a bite only to whimper feeling the sharp pain in her teeth and the woody husk..

"Ack!"

Taehyung who was observing closely before. His dark eyes raking her lips and face which was full of uncertainty but also determination of winning against him cackles loudly when she whimpered.

"When i told  you it can be in edible too then why did you bite so hard knowing it was something you weren't sure of, idiot?"

Despite his amusement he was quick to cup her cheeks and part her lips using his fingers. She whimpered in surprise and try to push him away but he only examined her teeth and lips barely stepping back until he was sure she wasn't hurt.

"Pencil"

"Hm?"

He looks down at her whispering softly.

"I won. It was a pencil."

"My silly girl-"

He couldn't help but coo inside at her words. She was too stubborn for her own good. His eyes darken seeing her so small and.. his chain of thoughts broke when her phone rang. The ringtone breaking the un addressed tension in the room making him unbuttoned a few from his shirt and step back.

"Right. Stay here, I'll fetch it for you."

She nods groaning how she was stuck on this chair once again. Blindfolded. Though this time her mind wandered on how he didn't show any hesitancy or disgust or even anger... just concern when he had checked her mouth for any injury. He really was her very good friend. Sometime she felt blessed to have him around. What would she have done if he hadn't approached her to be friends just second day of college after orientation?

"Baby?"

"Hm?" she looks up feeling his hurried steps advance towards her for she being the honest girl she was still hadn't removed the blindfold for the game was still on. "Who was it?" her palm stretched for him to place her phone in it.

Taehyung sighed shaking her head and grab her hand in his. pulling her off the chair. "It was your brother, baby. He says you have to go some shopping spree and he'll be here to pick you up in an hour."

Him picking up calls for her wasn't new for friends usually did that. She pursed her lips together for she could practically imagine him pouting though he was doing a pretty good job.

"Tae-"

"But that doesn't mean you can't guess the last item." 

"Wait!" she exclaimed as he pushed her to her knees. She fidgets uncomfortably on the floor as the marble was too soft yet hard beneath her pale thighs unlike the usual rough grounds she's used to unless like she was now. 

Taehyung didn't have much time as he licked his lips thinking of what this was going to do. If he actually did this now then it changes a lot of things between them. She's soft, innocent and easy to manipulate. It won't be an issue to make her understand. Make her crave him like he did for her.

It'd be a lie to say he was as calm as a river when he talked to her brother and realized she won't be here for long. Four years. His four years of yearning, planning and plotting will go to waste if she went home tonight. Untouched. Without tasting what he was ready to give.

He gaze down at her in his house, on his marble floor. He was so pissed. Not at her. Never at his baby. He'd already unzipped his pants with the mango flavored  condom packet in his hand. Her favorite.

she flinches when she heard the tear of the wrapper.

"Is it ca... candy? Was it candy wrapper?" She tried to guess early so she wouldn't have to be in the floor anymore as her knees began to hurt. She reckoned why she'd to be on floor for guessing the last item.

"Mmm, baby.... maybe. But that's the trick part." he hums while covering his dick in that pale yellow thin covering. Precum already collecting on his tip for he's too excited for this and needs to hurry up for the given time limit. "This time rather than the flavor... I want you to tell me what it is. And yes.. you remember what happened when you bit the pencil right?"

She hums uncertain as he slowly cupped her jaw angling her face upwards. Thumb coaxing her mouth to part open for him as he skimmed it lightly over jaw like before.

She hesitantly wraps her lips around the foreign object in her mouth. The sight enough to make him whine so he bites his lips to hold back a little more. His girl was finally on her knees with his dick in her mouth. The only imagination he's been having for the past four years from the moment he saw her.

She hums once she tastes strong mango flavor in her mouth. The taste makes her almost smile as she tried to figure out what this is. This was too warm to be an ice cream and too sturdy to be a chocolate that's to be melted away at the temperature. She can't even bite it as she doesn't want to get hurt like before.

Taehyung chuckles to himself. He'd played with the boundaries for that very reason. He can't afford his baby to bite on his dick. His kitten's pink cunt shall be soon drunk off of it.

"That's it, baby" he praised her softly before pushing her mouth abruptly when she parts her lips to breathe in some air. 

"Taehy-ack!" She cried oh so beautifully choking on him. His dick is the first and last she'll choke on. He'll make sure.

"What happened, baby?" He groans not hiding where this was going anymore when in panic her her hands raise to push him but she's surprised to feel his thighs. Nails dig in his thigh to push him away. Hot tears stain his silk tie wrapped around her eyes as she realizes what's happening.

"Relax your throat and tongue. Let me in, baby." He slaps her cheek lightly, guiding her because he wasn't going to pull out now that she was finally taking him.

She sniffles trying to relax her throat and breathe through her nose. The mango scent now made her dizzy instead. As an automated response to the fragrance and flavor she salivates. Her tongue flattens allowing his dick to sit on it.

His head thrown back in pleasure as his dick rests softly over his now flat tongue. Her mouth was so warm and small. She cried when he twitches inside her, his tip touching the back of her throat.

"What flavor it is?" He whispers to distract her. He had to - she was crying, confused and sweet on her knees for him. "Hm?" he slaps her cheek again. Harder this time to get her to obey.

"Mang-ah"

The moment her lips form an 'O' he thrusted in.. making her scream. the vibration has him whining and his knees almost wobble but he hold her head tight to stay upright.

"That's right, baby. FUCK!"

"Fuck! suck it. Get all that mango flavor you like, hm?" 

She couldn't pull back for his grip on her head was too tight and with no choice she completely gave into his desires. Her little tongue moves softly around him. Her kitty licks felt ticklish and his grip on her hair tighten making her whimper. 

Taehyung's hips stutter but he neither thrusted in nor pulled out. Just resting their in her mouth he let her explore him in her own little pace. He was too far gone finally feeling her around him. This was finally happening. Before his hazy eyes land on the clock, making him curse under his breath. They had no time for this. 

"A min, baby." Was all he said before he pulled out of her mouth and ripped that condom off of his dick. With a shuddering breath he grips himself and stands between her now parted legs and tilting her face back towards him. Smearing his pre cum on her peeking tongue's tip he groans as she whimpers at the salt on her taste buds before pushing back in her mouth. This time she knew how not to choke.

"Take the tip between your lips and suc-" She obeys him by taking the tip between her lips and sucking it a little too hard for she didn't know it could be sensitive while licking the tip as her lips encircled it. "Easy.. baby do it softer."

This went on a while till he pushed in until all the way till the back of her throat. His tip tapping the constricted muscles at the back of her throat has him groaning. "Fuck, baby! You're the best." 

She sniffles at his praises. With her nose buried in his pubic hair, she could barely breathe anymore. Nails scraping his thigh so he'll pull out. But this is this position was already driving him to heaven.

"No!" He growled, swatting her cheek. The second slap followed to relax her hands on his thighs. "Breathe through your mouth, baby."

There was a pause. He knew she wasn't fully understanding.... but her warm mouth was too inviting and he's was already close. Too close.

She gulps not understanding how she can breath if his dick was pressing against the back of her throat. But when it got too much she had to try it. She tried hard and slowly relax her throat muscles to breathe. He looks down at the sight of her jaw opening wider and the way she slowly sucked air in.

Taking the cue he slowly thrusts in those soft warm muscles of her throat. Damn she was tight as she screamed almost immediately when he thrusts in sloppily making his hips stutter for now half his dick was caught between those constricted walls and the vibration of her screams had him almost cumming in that moment itself.

"Open up, baby." He whined out loud. Hands keeping her head in place.

She screamed for long before crying and trying to repeat what she did before. Releasing his dick as her throat muscles are forced to relax. She sniffles and breathes. Then cry even more.

"Baby," he coaxed, gritting his teeth he forced his grip on her hair to relax and patting her head in praise. "You're doing so good for me. Just a little more, hm?"

He whispered looking down at her already wanting to thrust deep in her mouth and have her screaming over his cock. But that'll have to be for another time. She's too innocent for this yet his baby is doing so well. Or was he making her?

"Just let me cum in that pink mouth of yours, baby. Can't you do so little for me?" He grins as he feels her throat relax to accommodate more of him. 

"Good girl." 

She couldn't keep up as he slowly began thrusting in her mouth. His praises are the only things she heard along with his loud groans and moans that bounced off the large walls and echoing in his room. She'd seen so many workers around his home. The imagination of anyone catching them like this only made her more embarrassed.

Her throat burns when his thrusts fasten and he uses her mouth to his will in a rather rough manner. She whined so he'll slow down but his pace increased as he chased his high. Her jaw hurts and the tie around her eyes was practically drenched in her tears now.

"Fuck, baby"

Taehyung couldn't make words as he grips her head so she won't move. Her pale knees drag slightly on the marble were red by now. He was so close. So close of finally cumming in that pretty pink mouth and painting it white.

"Fuc-a"

He held her head close as his hips thrust one last time before cumming in her mouth with a loud groan. She cried feeling warm liquid filling her mouth and flowing down her throat. She tried hard to push him away when her little mouth couldn't hold it anymore and some of it started dripping down her chin. she needed to spit it out.

"Swallow"

He punctuated the order with another sloppy thrust of hips. Reminding her this could happen all over again if she'd waste even a single seed of his. Having no choice she slowly swallows the salty substance before he finally pulled out her mouth and she took heavy breaths. 

Kneeling before her Taehyung grips her chin to examine if she actually took all in. Once satisfied he pecked her lips and pulled her up by her arms.

 She hissed softly when pulled to his chest making her wobbly knees ache as she stretches them to stand up on her own.

She weakly pushed at his chest as it's finally over not wanting him to touch her after what happened. She couldn't wrap her head around it while he carefully removed his damp tie from her eyes. She blinks sniffling, trying to adjust to the sharp lights.

"What are you crying about, baby?" 

His soft murmur as he wiped her eyes made her push at his chest but his free hand grabbed her by her waist making sure she pressed close to him. "Who are you pushing at? Hm?"

She refused to say anything even when he tilts her face with a rather gentle grip on her chin than the tone he just used with her. He never really shouted even if in such a phase of his was on. Always gentle with her.

"Why did you do that-"

"Did you hate it?"

"H..huh?"

"I asked if you hated it, baby." His eyes darken as they bore into her teary red ones bouncing all over his face like a sweet little lamb. The sight enough to get him hard again. He pecks her lips once again when she doesn't answer. She didn't have to. He knew she didn't understand yet, how even though she didn't feel it but the tension has always been there between them. But she would.

"Until next time. See you at college."

Was all he said pecking her twice more when she grabbed her bag and ran out his room with shaky legs the moment she heard her brother downstairs. Probably asking the workers where she was.

Taehyung's never felt such satisfaction yet longing at the same time. Even after she left he couldn't forget how her thighs had looked when he lifted her ... slick under the light. She had been affected by him. If they had more time, he would have gladly returned the favor. Perhaps never stopping even if she begged him to.

But for now he just adjusted his pants and picked up the bits of the mango condom and discarded it.

A/N:

Was wanting to write for some time, so here’s another oneshot, my babies.

This piece is part of After Hours — a collection of fragments. It’s meant to feel a little unresolved and driven more by tension than comfort.

Let me know what you think ♡ — hquee ﾒ૦ﾒ૦💋

Before You Dive In

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Rei's Father's birthday celebration

The hall was adorned in shades of ivory and ruby— dirt and darkness wrapped in an elegance scented wrap. Opaline and polychromatic fabrics draped from the ceiling like silken veils, and the perfume of sweet sake infused in the air. My mother had the idea— multicolored fabrics blending with other having appearance of an opal, with a milky iridescence. The genius of it was how rainbow-like play of color changed with angle of view. 

She was indeed the best match for my father. My father is not the most romantic man one could know. Yet he once told me how there was something about my mother's eyes that caught his own when he first met her. Hence, their marriage. Maybe he's too boastful to hide love at first sight under disguise of just mere attraction.

Maidens in pale gowns and ladies in bright traditional kimonos moved like ghosts, delicate and silent. It would be sad if one were to confuse their softness as them being week. While men in dark suits reclined on velvet chairs like wolves fat on power. 

The contrast between the purity of the maidens and the corruption of the males at the yakuza's gathering was a deliberate blend of art at its topmost. The kind of scene would be legendary if one were to lift the veil. But one wrong move, one brave pip-squeak with a moral compass, and the place will explode into a bloodshed. 

I was walking towards the guest wing to call Aunt Shiron, as father asked. There was no need for me to dress up tonight— tonight was his spotlight not mine. Not that it mattered. Even if I showed up in a rag, people would still stare. They always did.

Their gaze lingered.

Their eyes sought mine, hungry to find the keyhole into my soul. But we Himawaris? We lock our doors tightly. There was no way in..... unless you break them— forcefully. Many have tried, shattering something in the process— their souls. 

I was mid-thought, steps soft against the tatami, when a force yanked me sideways. A door slammed behind me as darkness swallowed everything.

My body reacted before I could think. Reflexes of trained muscle memory emerged as I kicked, elbowed and twisted. I used every inch of jujutsu skill I had honed since I was eight. My heel slammed into something followed by a grunt before strong hands twisted mine behind my back.

The scent was different which means it wasn't one of us. Cologne smelt expensive, foreign and dangerous. But who had the audacity to pull this stunt on me? 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snarled, breathless. "Do you realize the crime you are— ah!" a large, unmistakably male hand clamped my mouth.

"Sweetheart, you should be careful how you talk to me."

My stomach dropped. 

That voice. 

NO.

His voice was calm, too calm. The low velvety purr was almost lethal. I could feel his smirk against my cheek before he placed a kiss on the shell of my ear. A featherlight touch, almost gentle. 

Almost.

"Mmmm... What a spirit vixen!" I faced the other side as he grunted in my ear after I bit his hand that was clasped on my mouth. 

"Ack—!" I twisted hard.

"But you rather not fight back, my Vixen."

He slammed me against the wall, chest to back, pinning me like a werewolf cornering it's prey. I gasped— the air punched out my lungs— his weight crushed into mine. 

"Incase you forgot, I'd remind you now, since we have all the time in the world." He murmured, skimming his lips across my cheekbone.

"Myself, Kim Taehyung. The one your father agreed to get you engaged with— Oh.. Shh." I grind my teeth as he licked my unwanted tears. 

"I haven't even started or done anything— yet. So don't cry, my vixen."

I wasn't actually scared or sad by the whole ordeal. I knew what he was onto by pinning me in one of the empty guest rooms. No one would come and no one would know even if I were to scream a thousand times. The tears were just a bodily action. Honestly if I could, I'd throw away this useless function. It made me feel weak on a very personal level. 

My father never liked tears, he believes they show weakness and a chance for our enemy to feel better and stronger. We've already lost the moment a tear was dropped on the ground. 

My heart fell in a pit when his head dropped in the crook of my neck. "You've been running away from me ever since your father accepted my proposal. Why?" His lips moving against my neck made me thrash. I didn't care to consider whether my kicks were hard or where they landed. 

I winced when he bit my neck painfully resulting in my tears blurring my vision. My kicks stopping as he trapped my legs against the wall under weight of his knee. What is he? A beast?

Yakuza princess, no matter how high class or respected we were, we were supposed to be pure before being married to another. I couldn't understand what this beast was up to. His proposal was already accepted by father, yet he was torturing me in this manner. 

"Hiding behind your family's name and status as if they can save you all the time? This little attitude you have—" He nuzzled his nose against my neck. "This fiery spirit you carry in your eyes— it's cute, really is. But dangerous. You do realize that, don't you? That your father didn't give you away to just a mere businessman from Seoul."

He spun me around and suddenly lights flickered on. It was the first time I've ever been close to this man, Kim Taehyung. 

He didn't look bad, quite the opposite. He was a bachelorette who was quite popular and desired among the females of his country. But that was not my issue as ever since he saw me in a business party and our second meeting being his arrival at my house with a wedding proposal made him more unlikeable than he already was for me. 

Being born in a yakuza family, I've been through all. I've been kidnapped and nearly killed almost more times than I can remember. Hence, I've developed a serious hate for male presence let alone touch.

"He gave you to a predator, princess. And this beast will love to break your spirit." His dark gaze directly pinning me down.

I won't let him see through me. He's gazing my eyes, trying to find something, just like the rest. But I don't allow such advances to anyone. Rei Himawari is not a doll. "And the same man will slit your throat once he realizes—"

"That he's dead." "What?"

"You heard me right, princess. Once I tell my people to drop the chandelier under which your father is about to stand and give his birthday speech later in the evening, they will. How fascinating will it be when the thousands of perfectly shaped tear-drop diamonds will cut through his old, wrinkly bod—"

"You wouldn't dare. You really think you have any power in our territory?  Its Tokyo, not Seoul—" I thrashed only to for him to tighten his hold on my waist and hold me down.

"And why not? Who will stop me, sweetheart? If I was you, I'd behave.." he whispered in my ear, biting my ear lobe. I whimpered lightly at the sensation, gritting my teeth immediately after when he let out a soft chuckle. If I hadn't been untouched, his advances wouldn't have messed with me as they did now. I hate things I can't control. I hate this.

"There's no way you can—"

He pulled away not giving me much time to think and dialed a number. One hand around my waist and the other held phone up in the air. When the call connected he put the call on speaker. 

"Xam, is little Ms. Rico in your hold right now? Is it possible we could hear her? Seems like Ms. Himawari needs a demo of our power before she joins the family."

The moment those words rang in my ear I whipped my head in his direction. He was already flashing one of those boyish grin. The said man chuckled. There was a bit of disoriented noise in the background before we could hear Rico screaming.

"You motherfucker—"

"Nah, nah, nah. That's not how we talk when we are at the weak side, my love." he pinched my chin between his thumb and index, making sure my gaze was pinned on him.

Yakuzas are very particular about their females. Hence, we are always surrounded and protected by our bodyguards since the males are capable of protecting themselves. So, comparatively females have more bodyguards than males. Accidents happen but the chances are less unless you belong the upper chain, like me.

But I couldn't understand how did he even manage to capture Rico. Nevertheless,  I shouldn't underestimate him now. If he could kidnap Rico it wasn't a lie he could harm my  father as well.

"What do you want?"

"That's more like it. Actually, there's a rule I want you to break." He disconnected the call and threw his phone across the room, switching it off. His hand on my chin, slid down my throat. Going lower and lower, before resting at the sweetheart neckline of my satin gown. 

I understood what rule he wanted me to break. It was always the same for women like us. Raised with swords and secrets, trained like warriors— but in the end, sold like property. Our value was bloodline, not backbone. 

I stopped fighting. What was the point? I wasn't his wife yet, but that didn't mean I wasn't his. Once a deal was made in our world it was sealed by the word of mouth itself. He was going to have me one way or another. I'd rather save Rico and my father, I had to marry him at the end of the day anyways.

I knew it.

He knew it.

He had me just where he wanted.

His mouth roamed slowly down my throat, tasting the skin just below my jaw. His hand that was over the neckline of my dress, gripped the thin material. 

"That's it." He breathed. "Obedience suits you so much, baby."

He thrusted against me, slow and firm— dry humping me through my satin gown like he wasn't going to ruin me for good. I shuddered in disgust, sniffing at the overbearing confusion that clouded my mind. I closed my eyes, no longer feeling anything.

"Still fighting me, aren't you?" his voice sounded too pleased.

"Go on. Hate me all you want. By the end of it we'd be on the best sensation one could ever feel. I'll give you a drug of ecstacy so high, you'd only beg for more. So, yes. Go on. Hate me all you want. I like that."

Rip.

The sound of my dress tearing apart filled the empty room.

Soon my bra and panties dropped beside my dress which pooled around my feet. I closed my eyes, refusing to give him the pleasure he sought. 

He slid closer, inhaling my hair before trailing his finger gently down my cheek. 

"Just as I thought you'd be—" 

"Spread. Hm?" His words were more of a command as he parted my thigs with his knee.

"Ngh~"

I bit my lip to not scream at the sudden intrusion, face pressed into the wall. He knew I was virgin yet he checked, roughly shoving two fingers in while rubbing my clit with his thumb. 

His fingers scratched my insides which were barely wet. Although the pressure on my clit gave me a sense of relief, I couldn't feel my breath.

"There, there. Just a little check to see if my cherry's still intact. Can't have someone else pop what's mine, right?"

I sniffled in disgust and slammed my heels. He grunted in pain and stumbled back, clutching his boot— there was a hole with smear of blood. Safe to say I'd done some damage. Usually, I wore broad heels— but Mother insisted on pointed pencil stellatoes today. Had I known this would happen, I would've thanked her.

That's when I looked around and realized— I was in Aunt Shiron's room. Which meant she was downstairs already, the birthday ceremony had probably started. Elders were always needed to open events, so no one would've noticed I was missing.  I grabbed my gown from the floor and made a run for it while he was still hunched over, inspecting his foot.

"Agh—" 

"And where do you think you're running off to, Bitch?"

He yanked me back by my waist, pressing my body flush against his chest. I opened my mouth to scream, but he shoved to fingers in it— the same one's he'd pushed in me.

"Suck." He murmured in my ear, his voice a threat in itself. 

I'd heard in the underworld, most men talked with their dicks. But Alex? He was worse. A strategist and opportunist. 

And in that moment, he wasn't just acting on lust. He was after something— control, proof, or maybe just sick satisfaction of owning me.

"Come on, be a good girl and suck. We have a deal, remember?"

I sucked his fingers, soft at first, but he pressed them harder against my tongue. Deeper until I gagged, choking slightly on the pressure.

His hand slid up from my waist, creeping beneath the curve of my breast. At the same time, his knee forcefully parted my thighs apart.

"Now that I know what an ingenue you are," he sneered. "Why don't you ride my thigh? Go on. Please me."

I shut my eyes, burning with humiliation. His fingers moved in and out my mouth while I tried not to cry, saliva pooling and trailing down my chin. 

"And maybe I'll spare your little Ms. Rico.. Your father, too— Mr. Akira Himawari." He growled venom.

"Ah" I gasped.

"QUICK!"

He yanked his finger out and smacked my ass cheek. The sudden jerk from his smack shoved me roughly against his thigh. My head fell back at the sensation, landing on his shoulder, while my hips move involuntarily. The coarse fabric of his pants scraping me, with every desperate, humiliating grind of my hip.   

"Not bad for a first timer baby~" He praised, looking down at me with his darkness as I scrunched my face, fighting a battle of pain and pleasure.

His head dipped and his mouth closed around my nipple. I froze—  earning me another smack, forcing a jolt from my hips. I whined and grinded against him when he pulled at my nipple with his teeth. I hated that sound I made which I never did before. I hated the way he drew out such responses out of me. 

My mind couldn't keep up. I could no longer understand what was happening to me. It was like I'd left myself behind was watching the scene unfold from somewhere else in the room. Powerless to stop it.

He fondled my breast with his rough palm like they were stress orbs, making me whimper. When he laughed, I wanted to disappear. Even worse, I felt the fabric of his pants grow damp beneath me— and I couldn't tell if it was a natural body reaction or my humiliating arousal. That confusion terrified me.

Although the fabric, now softened up by my wetness, still chaffed my skin as I grind my hips against his thigh. The ache spread through me so I slowed down my pace, hoping the pain would cease. But his hands moved to my waist, moving me without care, until I straddled his thigh, now facing him.

"Ngh— What the—" My hands instinctively flew to his shoulder, searching for balance. I hated the way he manhandled me.

"Who told you to slow down?" He snarled in my ear. "You aren't even wet enough to take me" 

A finger pushed in me without warning, and I gasped . He pulled it out and sucked it clean.

"Hm... now that's a well- maintained lady." He hummed in satisfaction. 

I looked at him stunned. Just how shameless was he?

"Get off." He said casually as if I was another whore he'd been spending time with. He pushed me off his lap and striped.

And all I could do was watch— body trembling, I wondered what else he had thought of doing to me. The wetness flowing down my thighs was already humiliating enough. I clenched them together, hating the way my body still throbbed, like it missed his thigh. 

Disgusting.

The music blasted from downstairs as the world celebrated my father's birthday. Yet here I was— crawling my way to bed— while he lay on his back, stripped bare and motioned me closer to his face.

"뭘 기다려, 내 불같은 요녀야?" He teased in Korean, hands gripping my thighs.

(“What are you waiting for, my fiery vixen?”)

"아직도 망설여? 내 불같은 요녀가." 

(“Still hesitating? My fiery little vixen.”)

"Don't worry" He whispered, smug. "I'll help you with that."

"Ngh~"

I flinched as he made me straddle his face. Writhing helplessly as he dragged me down without my say.

"N-no ... stop, Taehyung."

I gripped the sheets in front of me, knuckles white. His nose pressed to my cunt like he was savoring the scent. His hold was tight on my thighs as he didn't let me move away from his lips. I whimpered— not from want, but from the shame of my body's heat.

"Ah!"

I cried softly as his tongue licked a line through my slit, deliberately avoiding my aching clit. I knew what he was doing— drawing it out to tease, humiliating me. And the worst part?  My hips began to twitch. Shame surged me through like fire.

He held my thighs tighter, forcing me to move, to grind. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to hide. Because the moment blurred— I couldn't tell if it was him forcing me or my hips riding his face on my own. By own will.

"Mmm—"

I let out a sound which I couldn't swallow fast enough as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked it, hard. His eyes darted up, staring up at me through my thighs, devouring me. I looked away. I couldn't meet that gaze— it wasn't just lust but power. I won't give him the pleasure of thinking he's got to me.

When I stopped making any sound as he continued his ministrations. I saw a flicker of frustration in his eyes. I liked that look in his eyes, feeling victorious. 

But then he bit my clit— sharp, cold and humiliating. 

"Ack—"

I cried out, and before I could stop it, my body spasmed. I came. Right there. Right on his tongue.

My thighs trembled and my stomach churned. And all I could do was close my eyes as he lapped me clean while humming, like I was some dessert But no one could deny I wasn't special. The untouched and most protected yakuza princess. Here he ate me in exchange of my father's life.

I didn't know what I hated more— his sinful mouth..... or the part of me that let go. I tried to pull away but his grip tightened around my thighs making me gasp from the over stimulation, humiliated all over again.

"Even though I'd love to make you return the favor—" He said as he grabbed my waist and lifted me up, finally letting me catch my breath. His lips shone with the proof of what he's done. What he had claimed. Rei Himawari— the once forbidden fruit, was now devoured by him. I looked away. I couldn't look at him— when he grinned at me with his cold stare piercing through his bangs.

"Don't sigh. We ain't done yet." 

He flipped us, positioning himself between my legs. 

"Since time's short....... we're gonna speed up instead."

Rip.

I didn't have to open my eyes to know. He was wearing a condom. Ofcourse he was. Even his cruelty was planned and calculated.

Then pain tore through me. A single merciless thrust and I screamed. There was no preparation or warning or pause. Just pure violence. I couldn't breath, feeling the aching burn between my legs. He didn't wait, thrusting immediately, hard and fast.

I dug my nails into the sheets, my palm, his bicep anything to ground myself. I stared at the ceiling so I wouldn't cry.

I closed my eyes in hope it'll all end soon. If I don't move, if I don't show anything that could make him feel better then he'd stop sooner.

He grunted on top, gripping the bed's headboard making it rattle in his hold. Like this wasn't cruelty but pleasure for him. It was like he was trying to claim my body The room filled with my screams of pain and his groans of pleasure.

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A/N:

“Still hesitating, babygirl? What’s stopping you from reblogging, liking, or following?”

This piece appears here as part of After Hours — a collection of fragments, excerpts, and moments written without restraint. This entry is taken from a longer work originally published on Wattpad and shared here as a stand-alone experience. It is intentionally unresolved, deliberately uncomfortable, and driven by power rather than romance.

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