Yoongi's hands rested on the curves of Jimin's waist, feeling the shape of his body, as the latter rolled his hips.
"Don't you have a wife, mr. Min? You can't have us both," Jimin breathed, his hands pressed against his bosses bare chest.
Yoongi smirked, thrusting hard into the other, earning a sharp moan to escape his mouth.
"That's desire, dear," he licked his lips slowly, eyeing Jimin up and down. "I'll get what I want."
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// Boss! Yoongi! Assistant! Jimin!
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desire, dear - yoonmin
Fanfiction"Don't you have a wife, mr. Min? You can't have us both," Yoongi smirked. "That's desire, dear, i'll get what I want." m.yg & p.jm
