Wickedly Written

Chapter One: Just a Taste

I was driven to a home outside the city of Seoul, the roads winding and surrounded by stunning forests teaming with life. I gasped as the car made it's way up a long drive that ended at what could only be called a small mansion. As the car stopped a large Korean man came from the large glass double doors of the home, and opened my door gesturing for me to step out. I could feel my anxiety rising as I made my way from the car and onto the gravel driveway.
"Miss y/n if you'll please follow me." The man said before turning and heading back into the house. I followed behind him timidly, the sound of each step I made echoing on the floor and making me more nervous. He held the door open for me and I slowly stepped inside, him following closely behind. I tried not to gawk at all the artwork that was hung on the walls. This home was gorgeous. I was led to a large living area that held a beautiful black velvet sofa with several matching chairs, a glass table sitting a few feet in front of the sofa. He gestured for me to take a seat, nervously I sat in the middle and put my hands in my lap.
"If you'll wait here they will be with you shortly." He said before leaving me alone with my thoughts. They? Who were they? I hummed Daechwita to calm my mind and keep me from fidgeting although it didn't help as much as I would have liked. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I waited for whoever "they" were to arrive. Just as I hummed the last bars of the song, I heard several soft footsteps approach the room I was in. As the first man entered my heart leapt into my throat.
The seven members of BTS entered the room one by one, each smiling at me and giving a small bow. My heart raced as I smiled back, watching all but one take a seat opposite from me. Only Namjoon stayed standing.
"Hello y/n, you're probably wondering why you're here?" He asked already knowing the answer. I nodded and gazed around at the other members.
"Well yes. I was only told that I had won a trip to Korea from a random drawing." I laughed nervously before casting my eyes down. I felt the couch shift as Namjoon sat beside me. I raised my gaze to meet his gulping as I did. His dimples were on full display.
"Well it wasn't as random as you think. We rigged it to get you here without Dispatch finding out." He said nodding to the other members. Namjoon turned away from me and grabbed a folder that lay on the other side of him beside the sofa, handing it to me he waited. I gave him a confused look before opening the folder to the first page, reading a few words my eyes widened as I saw what it was.
"I-I can explain. It was just a silly fantasy I turned into a fan fiction. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend any of you or embarrass you, it was never my intention. I never thought it would be as popular as it is. I'm so so sorry." I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I hung my head in shame. A drop fell from my eyes and landed on the folder. I felt Namjoon's hand lift my chin and he shook his head at me still smiling. Hobi handed me a tissue and I accepted it giving him a greatful smile, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.
"Please don't cry. We loved your story and wanted to meet you because of it. We actually have something we want to ask you." I wiped my tears and tried to calm myself. They weren't upset. I took a deep breath and nodded.
"Well as you can probably guess it's very hard for us to date being idols as well as us trying to avoid anything that could lead to a scandal. It gets very lonely for us. After meeting you I think I can speak for all of us when I say that you're a stunningly beautiful woman and we were hoping you'd want to not only make your writing real, but possibly give us all the chance to date you." Namjoon finished and I stared at him blankly before looking to the other members, seeing them nod in agreement. I looked back to Namjoon a shocked look on my face, he laughed softly before standing and taking a chair with the rest of the group.
"Before you decide may I ask, do you have a bias and bias wrecker?" He looked to the other members before returning his gaze to mine awaiting my answer. I licked my dry lips and sat forward on the sofa a bit.
"Yoongi is my ultimate as the fandom calls it and Taehyung is my wrecker." I replied softly. My heart began to race as Yoongi and Tae stood, each grinning and took a seat on either side of me. I shifted my hands under my thighs, sitting on them as I looked between them both. Namjoon noticed my actions and cocked his head to the side.
"Why did you sit on your hands?" He asked, a curious look on his face almost amused. I felt my face flush with heat.
"I want to be respectful and sometimes my hands have a mind of their own." I answered him slowly. I could feel myself blushing and internally I berated myself. I remember every detail of what I wrote and although they apparently want that, my mind wouldn't let me believe it and my shyness screamed no. Namjoon spoke in Korean translating to Yoongi and Tae what I had said. Before I could utter a word they both took my arms and removed my hands from under my thighs, placing them on theirs. I let out a sharp gasp and unable to help myself I squeezed their thighs before rubbing small circles. To my right, Yoongi let out a low moan and I locked eyes with him.
"On my lap." He said in English pointing to himself his lips forming into a cocky grin. My mouth dropped open and I shook my head no.
"I'm too heavy." I replied biting my lip and looking down at his lap. He patted his lap and I sighed. He would see what I meant. I shifted my body and straddled him, placing all my weight on him. He groaned and I went to get up when his hands gripped my hips keeping me still. We were so close I could feel his breath fan my face. Yoongi looked over my shoulder and spoke to Namjoon in Korean, his hands still tight on my hips. Slowly he slid them to my waist as he talked. The heat from his hands causing a shiver to race down my spine.
"Yoongi would like your permission to touch you intimately." He said his voice slightly husky. I turned from Namjoon and took a moment gazing into Yoongi's eyes before I nodded. Yoongi leaned up removing his hand from my waist to brush his thumb along my lower lip. He smirked at me before leaning further in to slide his tongue up my neck causing me to moan and grind against him. Yoongi leaned back and grasped my waist his eyes hooded.
"Again." He ordered his voice low and gravelly. Heat pooled between my thighs as I leaned forward placing my hands on his chest. I could feel his heart beat rapidly beneath my palms as I slowly ground myself against him. I felt him harden beneath me pressing against my core and I ground myself faster, Yoongi's hands helping me set the pace. Our heads fell back as one as our moans filled the air. Fuck it felt so good. My core clenching almost painfully with how good he felt against me. I could hear the other members groan as they watched. I felt Tae get up from the sofa and stand behind me. He gripped my hair firmly pulling me up a bit before snaking his arm around me to cup my breast, kneading it.
"I want a taste." He growled before sweeping my hair to the side. He bit down softly on my neck then began to suck, his tongue working magic on my sensitive skin. I could feel the fire in me rising and I let myself go, my orgasm raging through me I cried out. Yoongi groaned and thrusted against me meeting his own release. He opened his eyes still hooded with lust and leaned up capturing my lips before sitting back with a satisfied smile. I collapsed against Tae all of my energy drained.
"So about making your fantasy real...?" Namjoon asked huskily.

To be continued....