Date night. Every Saturday night, Tae would make you dress up all fancy, and would take you out to the poshest restaurant around. He always wanted you to be frugal with your money, but he had no problem or qualms spending his money on you. He wanted to lavish you in whatever he could, and sometimes you knew better than to argue with him.
So, you dressed up in your new dress. It was small, curve hugging, and showed off all the leg you could imagine. It hid your cleavage somewhat, but your breasts weren't hidden by it. When you came downstairs to find Tae in his suit, you noticed he was staring at you. He swallowed. Hard.
"Like what you see?" You tease.
"If it wasn't hard enough to get a reservation at that restaurant, I'd be inside you right now." He answered.
You laughed but you knew he was being serious. There was such a look in his eye that you'd seen many times before, and each time he almost ripped you in half and fucked you off the bed.
You two had been together for years now, and were comfortable in talking about your future together. You wanted to marry him, and he wanted you to be the mother of his children. You were more than happy to do so. You'd never forget the look on his face when you agreed with him. You thought he was going to cry. You two were so in love, which, you thought, was why the sex was impeccable.
So he took you out to dinner and couldn't keep his eyes and hands off you all night. He would hold your hand, or your arm, or your thigh, and would kiss you at every opportunity. This was all typical Tae: sweet, beautiful Tae. That was until he clocked a waiter staring at you.
The waiter, who just so happened to be serving your table, figured it would be okay to flirt with you - and completely ignored Tae for the whole night. Tae only lost it when he clapped the server oggling your breasts. He was done. He clicked his fingers at the server making you become more embarrassed than before. "I want the check. Now." He snarled.
"Tae." You mumbled, almost warning him.
"Of course, sir. Right away." The server trailed off, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say he had his tail between his legs. He looked like a schoolboy who had just got told off by the principal. Tae looked at you. He wasn't playing around anymore.
"It's okay." You tried to calm him down but there was naught to be done. The damage had already been inflicted. He was going to be in one for the rest of the night.
"It's not okay." He growled. When the cheque arrived he paid it and stood up. He grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you out of the restaurant. "I don't appreciate it when my girlfriend decides she wants to flirt with the guy who brings our meals."
"I wasn't flirting! I was being polite."
It all happened so fast. One minute you were walking to the taxi, the next he had his hand wrapped around your throat and had pushed you against the wall. He didn't hurt you - he could never unless you asked him to. He wouldn't enjoy it. His dominant side came out however, much stronger than it ever had. "You're mine. Don't you ever fucking forget that. Got it?"
"Yes."
His grip tightened on your throat. "Yes what?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Good girl. Get in that car."
You did as you were told knowing that any kind of punishment you get would be ten times worse if you didn't behave now. The car ride home was silent; tense. Every time you looked over at Tae, his fists were clenched, or his jaw was. He was far from relaxed, and all that rage had to go somewhere. The likelihood was he'd take it out on you. There was a part of you that was excited. You loved it when Tae got rough with you. It was interesting to see a beautiful, gentle man turn into a complete animal and destroy you in order to get his pleasure.
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Playtime - A Book Of BTS Smut And Fluff
RomanceA series of smutty and fluffy one shots of our favourite Korean boys.