"You can come inside you know. I don't bite... hard." That was the fourth comment today. Everyday since you started a week ago, the prisoner you had been hired to guard consistently tried to get you in her cell. Sure, she wasn't that dangerous, she was in here for a drug crime. Though people had mentioned to you that she had a... reputation.

"You know I'm not allowed too, Sevika. Plus we can talk with me right here." You let out a soft sigh, despite it all you did have a soft spot for her already. People had warned you about how rude she was, snarky and always threatening anyone who got too close. Yet with you she'd been nothing but nice... other than the crude comments about how nice your uniform fit and how you could help her feel less lonely.

"But I can't touch you when you're out there." She watches you shake your head, used to her crude comments, but she also notices how your thighs clench when she talks about you like you're nothing but a plaything...

"You won't be touching me at all, Sevika. So be quiet please." God you were too sweet to her, she was going to ruin you.

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How she managed to steal your keys and drag you into her cell you're unsure, and definitely need to quit after this if you don't get fired. "Finally got you where I wanted you, under me, crying, begging- or trying too." Sevika had your hair wrapped around her fist, head pulled back, your own fucking panties shoved into your mouth as she ground down on your ass.

Her cock was throbbing between your cheeks, pulsing and leaking pre cum all over you, marking and claiming you as hers even as you cried, trying to get her off you- which was useless because she was 3X the size of you. "Don't stop struggling... I love making pretty things like you take it."

Sevika knew you wanted it, of course you were stuggling- but only because you knew you should. She knew if you really didn't want it you'd be able to put up a good fight, but you weren't...

"Mmph! Mmmmph mmph mmph!-" every word you tried to speak only came out muffled and quite honestly a little pathetic, and it only made Sevika throb painfully harder. As much as you hated yourself for it, each time you wriggled and squirmed beneath her you could feel you thighs glide against each other far too easily, coated with slick.

"That's it, keep fighting me, keep trying to tell me how much you hate me." Sevika chuckled as she sunk into your tight, warm heat, groaning at the sensation. The past two years she'd been so pent up, none of the other prisoners did it for her, at least the ones who were brave enough to try it. But there was something about you... she had to have you.

"Nnghhf! MMPH!-" your cheeks burn as you let out an unwilling moan as she slowly buries herself to the hilt. The taste of your own arousal on your panties was enough to have you embarrassed, though this was next level humiliating. Fucking a prisoner? Letting her hold you down and take what she wants when you're supposed to be the one with the power?

Absolutely, utterly humiliating.

And you loved it, clearly with the way your cunt was pulsing and strangling her cock. The soft spot you had for her was long gone with the way she was squeezing and pulling your ass cheeks apart, spitting on you only to pull out and spread the drool around with the tip of her cock, pre cum mixing with the saliva completely coating your entire lower half. "Didn't think you'd get so messy, guard. Gotta hand it to ya though, this pussy is nice and fucking snug."

Her hand came down hard on you ass over and over, catching your upper thighs in the midst of your struggling which only made it hurt even more... so why were you getting even wetter with each second that passed?

Sevika's hands gripped your hips, lifting them up as she thrust hard, sinking into you once more. "Ngggghhh.." your whines of protest were pitiful now, half protest half pure need. With each thrust of her hips a small, needy whine would escape around the lacy fabric stuffed in your mouth. In a last, desperate attempt to get get Sevika to stop you blindly pushed and scratched at her hips behind you, to which Sevika easily caught your flailing hands and pinned them to your back.

"Good girl, trying to fight off the big, bad prisoner. God I really thought you'd put up more of a fight but you've just been aching for it, haven't you slut?" Her words came out strained, desperate as she rut into you with no shame. After two years of her hand she need this. Needed you. "Maybe we can play with your toys next time, handcuff you to the cell door and let all the other guards watch me take what I need yeah?"

The mere thought of anybody seeing you like this, fucked absolutely silly by somebody you were supposed to have power over was arousing and humiliating. Yet despite it all, the dirty talk, the deep thrusts massaging you g-spot perfectly? Sent you spiralling over the edge, abandoning any pretense of trying to be quiet or fighting her off left your body as you twitched and spammed beneath her as you came all over her throbbing length.

Sevika let out a feral groan, burying herself deep as she lt go herself, spurting long steams of seed deep into you, settling deep in your tummy. "Fucking pathetic you are, cumming so prettily for me hmm?" Despite her harsh words, spat out to humiliate you she was gentle in helping you sit up. She was so rough, yet so gentle.

You sit up, pulling your panties put of your mouth the minute she lets your arms free. As you turn to face her, she has the proudest, goodies grin on her face and it almost, almost breaks you. "Sevika... what the fuck were you thinking!?" You whisper-shout as you get dressed, minus your panties.

She watches you scramble around the cell, trying to get your uniform back on and flatten down your hair like you hadn't just been fucked stupid. "You enjoyed it. Didn’t you?" Her smirk only grows as you scoff, trying to act like you hated it even though she knew you didn't.

"You get out in three months, can't you just... behave? I have to tell the head warden about this-" before you can open up the cell door and leave, Sevika grips your wrist, brusingly tight as she pushes you up against her. Chest to chest, dipping her head down so you're practically nose to nose. "I wouldn't do that, sweetheart. Considering you might get pregnant, you don't want me locked up unable to pay child support. Do you?"

The consequences sink in. Really sink in. You should've fought her off harder, made her stop but you really didn't want too. "You're fucking evil, you knew I'm not on birth control." Her grin says it all, she knew and she didn't care one bit. She had this little charade all planned out, threat and all... so why was the thought of carrying her child making your pussy leak again?...

Nor did he call. Uzair knew he could call, but the mere thought made him cringe. He didn’t want to seem clingy.

By Friday, Uzair didn’t know what to think. It didn’t help that Ameena and Ayla kept asking where Mr. Rangi was—the question Uzair had no answer for.

Where was he?

There was a niggling thought at the back of Uzair’s mind that Rangi was a commitment-phobe. Maybe he’d left because this thing between them freaked him out. If that was it, well, fuck him. Uzair would be damned if he let himself be the clingy one.

“What’s wrong with you, man?” Christian asked on Friday morning as they took their seats in Rangi’s class.

“Nothing.”

“You look like shit.”

“Didn’t sleep well,” Uzair muttered, rubbing his eyes. It wasn’t a lie. “I’m just—” He cut himself off, noticing the professor who walked into the classroom.

It wasn’t Rangi.

His heart sank.

Professor Ulfat took the seat behind Rangi’s desk and smiled at the students.

“Good morning,” the woman said cheerfully. “I’ll be substituting for Professor Rangi until further notice.”

A cheer went through the room. Uzair lifted his hand.

“Yes, Mr. Baloch?” Ulfat said.

“Where is Professor Rangi?”

She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t think it’s your concern, but if you must know… Professor Rangi is absent due to family circumstances.”

“Yeah,” the girl sitting on Uzair’s other side murmured. “I’ve seen in the news that he’s marrying some politician’s daughter.”

Uzair stared at her numbly.

Christian put a hand on his shoulder and said something, but he could barely hear it.

Married? Jaskirat?

“It can’t be true,” he whispered, more to himself than to the girl. “He’s gay. And he’s…” Mine.

Except he wasn’t, was he? He didn’t have any right to be angry. They were nothing to each other.

“Are you okay?” Christian said, looking at him with a frown.

“I’m fine.”

“Uzair—”

“I’m fucking fine!” Uzair inhaled deeply and said, softer, “Sorry. I’m fine.”

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Uzair returned home early, dismissed the babysitter, sat on the couch, and watched the twins play.

Their dresses were worn out and too small for them. They needed new clothes.

He closed his eyes and thought of how much that would cost. Christmas wasn’t far away, and Christmas was expensive, so he needed to save money. New clothes for the girls would have to wait until he found a better job.

Uzair sighed, rubbing his face. Yeah. That was what he needed to focus on. No more distractions. The kids depended on him.

The couch dipped as the girls suddenly climbed onto it.

“You’re sad,” Ayla said.

“We don’t like when you’re sad,” Ameena said.

Uzair smiled brightly and wrapped his arms around them, pulling them close. They were warm and smelled of soap and sweets. Of innocence.

“No,” he said. “Of course I’m not sad.”

“When is Mr. Rangi coming back?” Ameena asked once again, her blue eyes wide and glistening with tears. “He promised me a puppy! With a white star on its forehead.”

Ayla sucked on her thumb. “Yeah, when is he coming back?”

Uzair’s heart clenched. At that moment, he hated Jaskirat Singh Rangi more than anything. The girls had no one but Uzair; of course they’d become attached to Jaskirat, since he had Been practically living with them for the last couple of weeks.

Uzair smiled, but it felt like a grimace. “It doesn’t look like he’s coming back, sweetheart.”

Ameena’s brows furrowed. “Why?”

How was he supposed to answer that?

Uzair averted his gaze. “Because he has his own family. And it seems his dad asked him to marry.” At least that was the only explanation he could think of. “He’s going to start a family now.”

“Why?” Ameena said.

Ayla’s lower lip trembled. “Why?”

Uzair looked between them and didn’t know what to say.

“I don’t know, baby,” he murmured, pressing his lips to Ayla’s temple and pulling Ameena closer. “I don’t know.”

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Uzair woke up in the middle of the night, shivering.

He burrowed deeper under the covers. The room was cold and damp, as usual, but it was harder to ignore it after weeks of sharing body heat with another person. He missed being warm.

Uzair sighed, turned onto his stomach and hugged his pillow, angry with himself. This was getting out of hand. Enough. Fuck Rangi and fuck his stupid warm body. Fuck him.

But no matter what he told himself, the ache in his stomach was still there. The hunger. The need that went beyond sex. He wanted Rangi’s body next to him, big and warm. He even wanted to hear his scathing remarks, feel his breath against his skin—

Uzair tensed and lifted his head. He could have sworn he heard voices coming from the living room. But the girls couldn’t possibly be awake, right?

Frowning, Uzair climbed out of bed, shivering violently as the cold air hit his skin, and padded towards the door. There was light in the living room, but it meant nothing: he had left the lamp on, because the twins were scared of the dark.

Uzair opened the door quietly and froze.

Rangi was sitting on the floor beside the girls’ bed, one of the twins in his lap.

Uzair’s heart started to thud in his chest.

He was back.

He was back.

“Where were you?” his sister said, rubbing her eyes sleepily with one hand while the other played with Rangi’s tie. It was Ayla, Uzair decided. Rangi seemed to have a bit of a soft spot for Ayla, though it was strange that Rangi was tolerating this even from Ayla.

That was, until Uzair studied Rangi’s face. Even in the dim light of the lamp, his face looked uncharacteristically unguarded and tired.

“I was visiting my family,” Rangi murmured.

Ayla sucked on her thumb. “I remember your family. Your dad didn’t like us very much.”

 A strange look crossed Rangi’s face. He said nothing.

“Uzair said you’re getting a new family.”

Rangi stiffened. “Did he?”

Ayla nodded. “He was very sad.”

Uzair felt himself flush. Did she have to tell him that?

Rangi had an odd expression on his face. “Was he?” he murmured.

“I was sad, too,” Ayla said. “I don’t understand. Why do you want a new family? You have us.”

Kids, Uzair thought, biting his lip. They had no fear. In some ways, kids were braver than adults.

Rangi opened his mouth and then closed it. It was the first time Uzair had seen him at a loss for words. Rangi’s throat convulsed before he told Ayla, “Don’t worry, I won’t be getting a new family.”

Uzair breathed out.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep, midget?”

Ayla studied Rangi seriously with her big blue eyes. “You’re sad, too. Something bad happened?”

A humourless smile twisted Rangi’s lips. “You could say that.”

“When I’m sad, Uzair hugs me and I don’t feel so sad anymore. You want a hug?”

Uzair expected Rangi to reject the offer with a sneer.

He didn’t. He said nothing.

Taking his silence as a yes, Ayla stood up and put her short arms around Rangi’s neck. Rangi had to steady her.

Uzair stared at Rangi’s big hands on his little sister’s back and then at his blank, stoic face.

Quietly, he closed the door and padded back to the bed.

About twenty minutes passed before he heard the door open again. There was a rustle of clothing before the mattress dipped under Rangi’s weight and he slid under the covers next to Uzair.

The speed with which Uzair latched onto him would have Been embarrassing if Uzair could bring himself to care; he didn’t. He just needed to kiss him. Needed to touch him. So he kissed him and Rangi kissed him back just as hungrily, his lips urgent, almost desperate.

Uzair wasn’t sure how many minutes they spent kissing—it felt like hours and seconds at the same time.

When they finally stopped kissing to breathe, Uzair was warm from head to toe. Hooking his leg over Rangi’s hip, he put his head on his chest. Rangi’s heart was beating under his ear, strong and fast.

For a long while, there was only companionable silence.

“He died, didn’t he?” Uzair whispered at last.

He felt Rangi go rigid under him. “Yes.”

Uzair hesitated, unsure what to say. “What happened? Someone said you were getting married.”

Rangi sighed, something Uzair felt more than heard as Rangi’s chest expanded under his cheek. “It was Jaiveer’s manipulations again. I went there because he told me he was on his deathbed. When I arrived, there was a huge gathering.”

“What kind of gathering?” Uzair said, running his fingers on jaskirat’s muscled chest.

“Lots of politicians, rich businessmen and journalists. When I arrived, Jaiveer made an announcement.”

Uzair’s eyes widened. “He actually announced your engagement without asking you? It’s crazy.” Wow. He knew Jaskirat’s father was a despot, but that was ridiculous, even for him.

Rangi seemed to hesitate. “I think… I think he hasn’t Been right in the head lately. And he probably hoped I wouldn’t want to make a scene in front of so many influential people and journalists. He was right—our family would have become a laughing stock if I did that. I took him aside and told him if he didn’t deny his announcement, I would do it myself.” Rangi paused. His voice was flat when he continued, “He got furious and had a heart attack. He was dead by the next morning.”

Uzair closed his eyes. “Did you sort things out before he died?”

Rangi chuckled, the sound harsh and humourless. “No. Even on his deathbed, he called me the biggest disappointment of his life. He tried to manipulate me even as he was struggling to breathe. Threatened to leave everything to Vaneet’s husband if I didn’t marry that girl. Of course he didn’t. He’s—he was too old-fashioned for that.”

Uzair’s lips brushed the warm skin, and he breathed in, feeling the steady beat of Rangi’s heart against his cheek. “He’s… I’m not saying that excuses him, but if he didn’t care about you, he wouldn’t have Been… I mean, he’s not a villain. When I talked to him, he was an arrogant asshole, but there was something he said… He said you were his son, and you were no fool. I think he’s—he was just too proud to say anything nice, even if he felt differently, you know?”

Rangi sighed. “It doesn’t matter now. I don’t care.”

Liar.

Uzair nuzzled against his skin. “I’m glad you’re back, Jaskirat.”

He felt Rangi’s body stiffen for a moment and then relax against his. A strong arm wrapped around Uzair’s back and pulled him close tightly, almost bruising his ribs.

Uzair didn’t complain. He snuggled closer to Jaskirat’s warmth and fell asleep momentarily.

He slept like a baby, for the first time in a week.

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“Jaskirat,” Uzair said, closing the door.

Jaskirat didn’t look up from his computer. “Not now. I’m busy and you’re… you’re too distracting.”

Uzair smiled. “Distracting, huh?”

Jaskirat shot him a glare, but it was half-hearted at best.

“Come on, just tell me already!”

“No special treatment,” Jaskirat said. “You’ll learn your grade when everyone else does. Tomorrow.”

Leaning back against the door, Uzair bit his lip. “Did I fail?”

He wasn’t sure. Jaskirat had helped him a lot lately, explaining a lot of the stuff Uzair had missed at the beginning of the semester. Uzair had thought his understanding of the subject improved and that he’d done pretty well on the exam, but now, looking at Jaskirat’s grim face, he wasn’t sure anymore.

“No,” Jaskirat said. “You didn’t fail.”

Uzair breathed out. “So what did I get? A C, right?”

Jaskirat pursed his lips. “You got a B.”

Uzair’s mouth fell open. “Really? Wait, did you—”

“No, I didn’t give you any special treatment,” Jaskirat said, his tone somewhat defensive. “You did a good job. You’re not unintelligent. If you actually bothered to attend classes, you wouldn’t have had any problems at all.”

Uzair grinned, feeling stupidly warm and giddy. He took a step toward the desk, but Jaskirat snapped, “Don’t.”

“Why?”

Jaskirat fixed his eyes on the screen in front of him, his jaw clenched. “I told you. You’re distracting. I have to work.”

Uzair didn’t want to go. He wanted to hug him. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to celebrate with him. “But…”

Jaskirat sighed through his teeth. “Fine. Come here and kiss me. One kiss. Then you will go.”

Uzair went there and kissed him.

And kissed him again.

 And again.

And one more time.

When their lips finally parted, Jaskirat brushed his thumb over Uzair’s cheek. “Good job, Mr. Baloch.”

Uzair grinned and pecked him on the lips. “Thanks, Professor.”

A reluctant smile appeared on Jaskirat’s face before he scowled and pushed him off his lap. “Now get out”

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When Uzair opened his eyes the next morning, he found Jaskirat watching him.

“Morning,” Uzair murmured, their faces just inches away on the pillow. It felt unbearably intimate. “Sleep well?”

“No, I didn’t,” Jaskirat said, his arm heavy on Uzair’s back. “Your bed is terrible. I almost fell off twice.”

Uzair smiled lazily. “No one’s forcing you to sleep here.”

Jaskirat drew his lips into a thin line and averted his gaze for a moment before looking back. “It will be much more convenient if we use the bed in my house.”

Uzair blinked. “You know I can’t leave the kids on their own.”

“I have a spare bedroom for them.”

Uzair stared at him. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

Jaskirat’s face was blank. “It would be convenient.”

“Convenient?”

“Yes, convenient.”

Pressing his lips together to keep himself from laughing, Uzair nodded solemnly. “Very convenient.”

“Shut up, uzair” Jaskirat said.

Uzair grinned slowly and looped his arms around Jaskirat’s neck.

They looked each other in the eye for a long moment, and Uzair felt something tighten in his chest. He said softly, “I love you, too, Jaskirat.”

Jaskirat stared at him for what felt like an eternity before he said, a little breathlessly, “Yes.”

Uzair laughed. “Okay, we’ll have to work on that—”

Jaskirat shut him up with a kiss.

Uzair pretended not to hear the ‘I love you’ whispered in his hair after he passed out on top of professor Rangi.

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Taehyung always kept the mess away from you. He never came into the spaces you shared bloodied or disheveled. He kept you clean but that didn’t mean he was nice.

Kim Taehyung hated you down to your guts. He hated everything that threatened to snatch his free will. You were convinced that if he ever got the real chance.. he’d kill you without a second thought. The only thing stopping him was your father’s invisible leash... something you still couldn’t understand. Your father wasn’t the type of man who could overpower someone like your husband… but whatever it was, it had Taehyung right where your father wanted him.

_

You got home later than usual.. around past nine. The black strappy silk dress still looked flawless on you... clinging in all the right places. People always stared when you went out... sometimes because of how you looked and sometimes because of the guards who followed you everywhere because your husband told them to.

Dinner with your friends had been nice. You were tipsy.. just that warm buzz that made everything feel a little easier.

You stepped into the penthouse and kicked your heels off in the foyer not caring where they landed because the staff would fix it later.

The whole place was quiet and for a moment you thought maybe Taehyung wasn’t home yet.

Your mom had called earlier... asking again about the progress regarding the pregnancy. You gave her the usual excuses.

Six months married and still nothing. In their world an heir was basically required… but you barely let him touch you. How could you? You hated him too much. The only time anything had happened between you two was on your wedding night when you were both wasted....and you barely remembered it the next day.

You started walking up the stairs and that’s when you saw the light coming from his office. The door was cracked open.

Low... wet sounds were spilling out....Your stomach dropped hard.

You don’t even know why you pushed the door open... normally you would’ve just gone to your room and pretended you heard nothing... but the alcohol made you reckless.

Taehyung was sprawled back in that big leather chair like he owned the whole damn world. His black shirt was unbuttoned.. thick thighs spread. His secretary was on her knees between them.. lips wrapped around his cock.. sucking him like she was trying to win an award. The wet and filthy sounds she made churned your stomach.

For a second your chest got tight... Disgust.. anger and something you really didn’t want to name all mixed together.

Taehyung’s eyes opened slowly... sensing your presence. That lazy... lopsided smirk appeared the second he saw you standing there.

“Had a great night, wife?” he asked, voice low and rough... thick with pleasure. He didn’t stop her instead his fingers slid into her hair and pushed her down deeper as she gagged around him.

The question sounded so fucking normal.. but in this moment it made you sick. Hate burned hot in your chest and you let out a shaky and bitter laugh.

“At least have the fucking decency to close the door, you bastard,” you said, voice trembling.

“Why should I?” he shot back... head falling back against the chair like he was enjoying this way too much.

“Because people aren’t interested in seeing what a manwhore you are kim taehyung,” you snapped.. fuming.

Taehyung’s smirk didn’t drop but something flashed in his eyes. “Ah, is that any way to talk to your dear husband, kim Y/N?” he asked, voice mocking. “Hasn’t your mother taught you better?” taunting you.

“Haven’t you been taught to stop wetting your dick in every easy hole you find?” you snapped right back.. voice rising and anger visible in your eyes and posture.

You turned and pointed straight at his secretary. “And you- Ji-eun! Or Junhee! Whatever the fuck your name is..!! if even a single squeak gets out about this... I swear I’ll make sure you’re dead.”

Then the room went dead silent for a beat.

“Bold of you to threaten my people right in front of me… in my house, baby,” Taehyung said.. almost amused. His fingers flexed tighter in the secretary’s hair as he added, “Don’t forget your place.. dear wife. Trust me, I’d be more than happy to remind you.”

His voice had turned mean and dangerous.

Anger.. jealousy and frustration got the best of you. The words burst out before you could stop them. “I know my place very well, dear husband. Maybe you should remember yours too. There’s no fucking way I’m carrying the child of a bastard like you. You deserve to be back on the dirty streets where you crawled out from.”

The second the words left your mouth... even the secretary gasped... indicating that you’d crossed a line.

Taehyung’s expression darkened instantly. He shoved the secretary off him roughly. She scrambled to get up, trying to scurry away.. but he snapped, “Sit the fuck down.” He pointed at the leather sofa in the corner. She obeyed immediately... looking terrified like a kicked puppy.

He was already moving.. patience gone. In two strides he was right in front of you...his hand shooting out to grab your throat firmly.. making you gasp sharply.

“The moment I find something real against your family,” he growled.. face inches from yours, “you’re all fucking dead.”

You glared up at him...heart hammering still defiant. “You can’t do shit! Daddy has a tight leash on you...husband. Better remember your place.”

His grip tightened just a little more... thumb pressing under your jaw. His eyes were burning.

“You think so?” he said, voice dangerously soft. “Your father might have a leash on me right now… but I’ve got one on you too, baby. And I’ll gladly take it out on you whenever the fuck I want.”

The grip on your throat wasn’t choking you  but it was more than enough to make your pulse race wildly under his fingers. Taehyung’s face was so close you could smell his cologne mixed with the expensive whiskey he must’ve been drinking earlier. He was pissed....really fucking pissed.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who barely lets me touch her,” he muttered, thumb stroking the side of your neck almost mockingly. “What’s wrong, baby? Scared that if I touch you too much you’ll actually start liking it? That you’ll stop pretending you’re too good for my cock?”

His words hit hard...and yiu felt your eyes sting with unwanted tears...blinking rapidly so they wouldn’t fall. You weren’t about to cry in front of him...qtleast not like this.

You tried to shove his chest but he didn’t budge an inch...the room suddenly felt way too small and suffocating.

“Don’t touch me, you bastard. Get off,” you hissed but your voice came out breathier than you wanted...all shaky and weak.

Taehyung leaned in even closer...lips brushing your ear as he breathed, “You barged into my office without knocking, interrupting my personal time like you own the fucking place. and now you’re acting all high and mighty?”

“So now you’re gonna be a good little wife and pick up right where she left off,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “I’m your husband after all. It’s your duty to please me, right?”

“I will not,” you seethed, glaring up at him through blurry eyes. “I’ll bite it off. Don’t fucking test me.”

Taehyung’s laugh was low and ugly. His grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your pulse thunder under his thumb. “Try that and I’ll make sure the only thing you’re sucking for the next month is my cock until you learn obedience.”

You glared up at him with pure disgust burning in your eyes. “I’d rather die than put my mouth on your disgusting cock.”

His expression turned ice-cold in an instant..without a word...he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a sleek black pistol..aiming it straight at his secretary’s head. The girl broke instantly...sobbing in terror as she looked at you with desperate..tear filled eyes.

“Please… I don’t want to die,” she begged, voice shaking. “Please j-just do it… I’ll do anyhing, just s- suck him, please-”

The raw fear in her voice made your stomach twist..you hated him more than ever but you couldn’t let him pull the trigger just because you refused. She wasn't at fault overall.

“Fine,” you spat bitterly..humiliation burning through you. “I’ll do it. Jus-just let her go.”

Taehyung’s lips curved into a cruel..satisfied smile but he didn’t lower the gun. “No...She stays right there,” he said, voice dangerously soft. “She already saw too much tonight… let her at least have the full show, hm? Consider it a lesson for her on how a real wife pleases her husband..it'll help her in future.”

The secretary whimpered but didn’t dare move and You swallowed hard..pride shattering as you dropped to your knees in front of him. He had you where he wanted you...your hands were shaking when you wrapped your fingers around his thick cock and took him into your mouth...sucking angrily at first...rough and half heartedly.

At one point you bared your teeth..letting them scrape threateningly along his shaft.

Taehyung hissed in warning and yanked your hair back hard forcing your head up as he pressed the cold barrel of the gun briefly against your forehead. “Try that shit again,” he growled, low and deadly, “and I’ll paint the wall with your brains instead while she watches. Now suck it like you fucking mean it..wife.”

Terrified and seething with rage you obeyed. You relaxed your jaw and took him deeper..sucking him properly this time with wet..sloppy sounds your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head. Spit dripped down your chin while you worked him hating every second but too scared and turned on to stop. It was sick...he made you sick.

Taehyung groaned deeply his fingers tight in your hair as he guided your movements. “That’s it… good girl. This is exactly how you serve your husband.”

He kept you like that for several long..humiliating moments..enjoying your reluctant but obedient mouth and the terrified audience on the sofa before he finally yanked you off his cock with a wet pop..breathing hard. “You still need a lot of practice, darling, but don’t worry. I’ll train you for it later,” he commented...as if you were some broken toy that needed fixing.

He spun you around and bent you over the desk in one violent motion. Your cheek slammed against the scattered papers and spilled whiskey. The cold wet wood made you gasp. He kicked your legs wider yanking the silk dress up to your waist and tearing your panties off with a sharp rip.

You twisted...trying to push back against him even as he pinned your wrists behind your back with one large hand. “Get your filthy hands off me, you cheating piece of shit—”

His palm cracked against your ass hard enough to sting. “Filthy? Says the one who’s dripping down her thighs while calling me names.” Two thick fingers shoved inside you without mercy..curling cruelly. He took his time..pumping them slowly and deliberately stretching you open while his thumb circled your clit with lazy pressure. The filthy sounds of his fingers working in and out of your soaked cunt filled the office.

You hated how good it felt… absolutely hated the way your hips started rocking back against his hand despite yourself.

“You think you’re better than me?” he growled..scissoring his fingers deeper..stroking that sensitive spot inside you with infuriating precision. “Parading around in that dress, letting other men stare at what’s mine, then coming home to throw a tantrum because my secretary was warming my cock? At least she knows her fucking place.”

You laughed bitterly..breath hitching as another slow curl of his fingers made your toes curl. “Your place is in the gutter where you belong. Go finish in her mouth if you’re so desperate.”

Taehyung pulled his fingers out leaving you clenching around nothing. He glanced over at his secretary, still frozen on the sofa, wide-eyed and trembling. “You. Watch how a real wife takes what’s hers.” The girl was sobbing quietly as if too scared to make a noise and just nodded pathetically.

He pressed the thick head of his cock against your entrance and pushed in slowly..inch by inch, letting you feel every thick ridge as he stretched you open. When he finally bottomed out..hips flush against your ass he stayed there..grinding deep and lazy..letting you adjust to the fullness while his hand stroked down your spine almost mockingly.

“Fuck-” you hissed, nails scraping the desk as you tried to stay rigid and defiant.

He started moving then...deep and rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive nerve inside you. He fucked you like he had all night to ruin you pulling out almost completely before sinking back in with deliberate force. The slow drag made your eyes roll back. Your breaths came in shaky gasps.

“Feel that?” he murmured against your ear..leaning over you. One hand kept your wrists pinned and the other reached around to tease your clit with slow..slick circles. “This pussy was made for me. So fucking tight… greedy even when you’re spitting hate.”

You pushed back against him harder..meeting his thrusts with your own anger. “Is this all you’ve got? Pathetic. No wonder you need easy whores on their knees—”

He snarled and fisted your hair..yanking your head back so he could bite the side of your neck..sucking a dark mark into your skin. His pace picked up gradually and hips snapping harder the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder. “Careful, Y/N. Keep running that mouth and I’ll put a baby in you just to shut you up.”

You laughed through a moan...breathless and venomous even as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Getting me pregnant so you can have some sort of control?”

Taehyung’s control slipped. He released your wrists and grabbed your hips with both hands and started fucking you deeper and harder..the desk creaking under the force. But you still fought twisting and desperately clawing at him...nails digging into his thigh hard enough to draw blood. He groaned at the pain..thrusting punishingly in response.

“Unfortunate for you, wife,” he growled against your ear, voice rough and dark, “but you will bear this bastard’s child. I’m done playing games.” His hand slid around to press possessively over your lower belly. “From now on this cunt is the only one getting filled...No more distractions… every last drop goes inside you until you’re swollen with my child.”

The sick promise hit you like a drug and you clenched hard around him a broken moan escaping despite your best efforts. Your body was bending..hips pushing back to meet every thrust..back arching as pleasure overrode some of your defiance. Tears of frustration and overwhelming sensation pricked your eyes.

“Fuck you—” you gasped, but the words dissolved into a whimper when he angled his hips just right and hit that perfect spot over and over.

Taehyung felt it...the way you were starting to give in. He smiled against your neck. “That’s it… let go, baby. Hate me all you want, but your body knows who it belongs to.”

He reached around again...rubbing your clit faster and perfectly in sync with his deep thrusts. The pressure built unbearably slow and intense. Your thighs trembled and your moans grew louder..less controlled. The secretary’s presence only made it more humiliating and strangely hotter.

When your orgasm finally hit..it tore through you like fire. Your walls clamped down around his cock...thighs shaking violently as you cried out. You came hard..soaking his length and body surrendering completely for those long shuddering moments while he fucked you through it...drawing it out.

Only then did Taehyung let himself go. With a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside you..thick pulses of heat flooding your womb. He stayed buried...grinding lazily making sure it took.

When he finally pulled out his cum leaked slowly down your thighs. He turned you around..gripping your jaw firmly so you had to meet his eyes.

“Remember this… wife,” he said, voice low and dangerously soft. “My cock, my cum and my child..it's only you from now on…whether you like it or not… you’re mine.”

You stared back... chest heaving...legs still weak.. eyes blazing with the same toxic fire even after you’d bent under his touch. A twisted feeling settled over you... from now on.. maybe your marriage wouldn’t be so boring.

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