Obsidian
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Two large hands reached from behind me and pulled me back until I was clad against Taehyung's torso. The position of those hands? Breasts. Breasts? "These are certainly ripe to eat though. Shall we go to my house?" Taehyung growled. B-BreASTs!?! I let out a warrior's scream before landing a slap against Taehyung's cheek. "DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT? I TOLD YOU I'D COME BACK TO MAKE YOU MY BRIDE!!" "THAT WAS A LITTLE KID'S PROMISE. BESIDES THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW YOU WERE A DEMON," I screeched. "AND DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO GRAB MY BOOBS LIKE THAT?!" "Your 16th birthday marks open season over your body," Taehyung pat his clothes off. He crossed his arms tightly before kneeling down to my height. The level of intimidation was through the roof. "It doesn't matter whether you ask for it or not, you will be targeted," he nudged my shoulder with a long finger. "What happened today will happen again over and over. But I will protect you," Taehyung smirked. "You can either get eaten by me or you can sleep with me and become my bride. Which will it be?"
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"I could threaten to have you fired again," Jungkook let out and Jimin was momentarily lost for speech, the way only Jungkook seemed to manage. "But I don't have to use threats to make you submit to me," he breathed out as that hand slipped lower, teasing his body through his white blouse which was so thin, he felt his heated skin beneath it. "You talk so rudely, but we both know the truth, Angel," he whispered against his ears as his hands slipped lower, over the ripples of his abs and to the waistband of his pants. Jimin's sane thoughts left him. He forgot where he was, with whom and all the million reasons this was fucking wrong. "And here's the proof." And then a moan slipped over his lips as Jungkook's hands landed on the proof. Over the bulge in his pants, his dick aching and hard, probably since the moment he had entered his office and saw him in that expensive Italian suit. "You want it, Jimin, don't you?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes... please?" Jungkook chuckled darkly as his fingers found Jimin's belt and started to undo it, Jimin's mind turning feral, his breathing coming out faster in anticipation. "That's not what I want to hear. You know what I want you to say. Yes what?" And despite the senselessness of this situation, he knew exactly what Jungkook wanted to hear. Knew it was twisted and wrong and proving Jungkook right. And he still said it. "Yes, Mr. Jeon. I want it."

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