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Taehyung was exhausted.
He had just come back from a long meeting—one that had clearly drained the last bit of patience out of him. His navy-blue tie hung loose around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a peek of his tan skin and collarbones. His black hair was messy, strands falling into his dark eyes. He looked wild. Tired. Beautifully dangerous.
He dropped himself onto the couch, spreading his long legs wide. His head tilted back against the cushion, one hand resting lazily on his thigh while the other brushed through his messy hair.
He didn’t even look at you—just spoke like a king used to being obeyed.
"Bring me some juice, baby," he said, his voice low and hoarse—like he hadn’t spoken in hours. A rough, commanding murmur that sent shivers down your spine.
You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t hesitate.
You quietly walked into the kitchen, heart pounding like it always did when he spoke to you in that tone—when he sounded like a man in control, tired but still so full of power… and a touch of cruelty.
You poured him a cold glass of juice and returned, your fingers trembling just a little. When you reached him, his eyes lifted slowly to meet yours. That one look made your breath catch.
He took the glass from you without breaking eye contact. His lips wrapped around the rim as he took a long sip, a small drop slipping from the corner of his mouth.
He licked it off with his tongue.
Then he smiled—slow and sinful.
"It’s sweet, darling…"
There was a pause, his eyes narrowing.
"Just like your pssy."
Your heart skipped.
"W-What?" you stammered, your voice barely a whisper.
He set the glass on the side table, licking his lips again.
"You heard me," he said, voice dropping even lower. "You’re sweet. So fcking sweet."
Before you could react, he reached out, wrapping his slender fingers around your wrist—firm, not hurting you, but leaving no room for refusal.
"Come here. Sit on my lap."
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( God 🤤 )
Your breath was shaky, but your body obeyed. You straddled him gently, one knee on each side of his Manly thick thighs. The heat between your legs pressed against the front of his slacks, and his hands immediately moved—one gripping your little waist, the other sliding down to your round ass.
