Runa had taken the time to meet with Jimin now that she had a chance. He was a little nervous, as he always tended to be whenever his sister said she needed to talk to him. Was it good? Was it bad? The unpredictability of it all had his palms sweating as he rubbed them against his dress pants, his expression as calm as ever when in the inside, chaos was twisting his intestines into a knot.

"Was is it, Runa?", he asked, thankful his voice didn't waver even when his throat was incredibly dry and he desperately grabbed the water bottle on his desk to chug it and cool down his overheated body.

She was seated on one of the couches, looking out at the forest view behind Jimin's desk that completely encapsulated her mind. She could sense her older brother's unease, even if he had the best poker face second to hers.

"Calm down, Jimin. I'm not gonna chew your ass about anything", she reassured, giving him a playful raise of her eyebrows even when the rest of her face remained neutral.

To that, he heaved a sigh and his tense muscles relaxed in the chair as he leaned back and sunk into the cushioning, "I hope it's good news then. Business has been going well lately, even better than before and the-"

Raising a hand to stop him, he goes silent and allows her to speak, "I'm not here to talk about business, Jimin."

It was evident by his expression that he was taken aback, "Oh? What then?", he wondered.

"I wanted to talk to you as a sister, as your family, not your business partner. I want to know how you're doing."

Her question made him think for a good, long minute. Not only was it nice that she cared, but he had to take in consideration the depth of what she asked. Was he ok? Or was he lying to himself and projecting his strength to hide behind that facade? No, no. He was fine, he truly always was.

His expression softens and his plump lips spread into a caring smile, his eyes turning into crescent moons, "I'm ok, Runa. I've been busy lately with work, but so have you. It's a good way to get things off my mind."

"Like what?", she cocks her head with curiosity, seeing how he tried to divert the conversation.

"You know how it is, you get so wrapped up in things that you don't have time to live life. To stop for a moment and think about the things you've done, who's alongside you, who you've lost."

There it was, as soon as he looked down, she caught his lie. He was only pretending to be ok because that's what he had to do, and she understood that better than anyone. They were hurting, and whether or not anyone wants to admit it, they weren't as heartless as people thought.

They had people to love and protect, and the most important man in their lives was dead. It was a lot for them to deal with considering Dong-Wook has been there since day one, guiding both of them on their paths to this life and who they are today. If it weren't for him, they never would've met. They never would've known the truth.

"I visited his grave the other day. I wanted to also thank you for burying my dog next to him", she adds in, hoping he'd look up at her again and admit how he feels so she'd feel less alone in that aspect.

When his exhausted gaze meets hers, she sees very little light left in them now that the conversation has grown solemn, "I figured you'd want them buried beside each other. I didn't want to make a big deal of it since we were in the middle of a war and we have a lot more responsibility now with the new territories we've gained."

He rests his elbows on his chair, his hands intertwined and a frown of deep thought on his face while he moves the rolling chair side to side, "I have a lot to get off my chest, and it's nice that I have you here with me. I don't think we've taken the time to talk after everything. Life hasn't given either of us a break, but now that it's slowed down, I'm glad that you came here to talk to me. Your presence is enough to remind me that this life is worth it, even all the pain that comes along with it."

A warm-hearted smile spreads across her face at his kind words, and she nodded in understanding, "I feel like I've hardly seen you. I want to get closer with you, you're my brother after all and we hardly know each other."

"I second that."

"We should have a tradition between you and I. Just something we like to do together to build a better bond between us. What do you think?", she suggests, figuring the best way to become closer to him is spending quality time together now that they had the chance.

Upon hearing her idea, his mood lifts and he straightens his slumped posture, "I like that idea. Should we do dinner? The same time and same place?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking", they laugh together, finding it ironic that they could practically read each others minds at times.

"We are siblings after all, it's in our blood", he responds, looking at his little sister with pride and gratitude.

Truly, he doesn't know what he'd do without her. Sure, life goes on, but with her he got to enjoy it. He knew that she was happy as well, she had a glow to her that came back, and someone who was always there to help that light shine as bright as could be was Jungkook. He didn't ever say it to the man, but he was grateful for him, as well as Namjoon who was currently in his office across the other hall.

"Alright then. It's a deal. How about that Japanese restaurant you like? I've never been there before. Let's say 7pm every Friday. No exceptions", she says, and he has a knowing smile on his face.

"And on the way home, we can stop by that bakery you like", he added, and her heart almost stopped from the eye smile he gave her.

Her smile was so wide it almost hurt, and the happiness that filled her veins made her think she'd explode. Talking with Jimin was always an experience of its own, how he knew small things about her that she never would've expected. Did Jungkook often tell him things? She wasn't sure, but regardless, she adored having a true family. She was blessed to have one.

"Sounds good to me", she stands and smooths down her pencil skirt, walking towards his desk and he stood up as well, giving her a warm hug and kiss on the cheek.

"You going out?", he asked, a little disappointed he couldn't talk to her more, but he knew she had things to do and had to squeeze in this meeting into her already tight schedule.

"I'm having lunch with Seokjin at one of his chain restaurants. I'll bring you back something to eat", she answers and he takes her delicate hand in his, admiring her nails before placing a respectful kiss on her knuckles.

"I guess I don't have to remind you to be safe then", he smirks a little when she gives him a certain look.

"I'll have my guardian angel at my side. I'll be as safe as possible."

"Bring a weapon just in case", he reminds her as she walks away, waving to him.

"I always do!", she raises her voice when the door shuts and she enters the hall to briefly speak with Namjoon before heading out.

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Later that night, no matter how much she tossed and turned, she couldn't sleep. Counting sheep didn't help, because then her mind would trail off and then the sheep would run away. Fuck it.

After debating on whether or not to go bother Jungkook, she decides to do so since she was his boss after all and could do whatever she wanted. Also because she was sure he'd be able to relax her. Whether or not it be from his kisses or a massage, she craved his attention right now.

Her feet lightly padded against the floor as she quietly entered the hallway, a wave of coldness hitting her once leaving her heated room. Since she wore a skimpy, silk red pajama set, that didn't do anything to keep her warm and the only thing that would satisfy her was being in his arms.

"Jungkook? Are you awake?", she knocks thrice on the door, whispering since it was almost midnight and didn't want to wake anyone else.

"Come in."

Her heart races at the deep sound of his voice, and her face heated up as soon as she snuck in his room and saw he was in comfortable attire, a tight black shirt hugging his muscles and sweatpants hiding what was beneath. He was at the desk in the corner of the room, cleaning the handguns he always kept by his side since that was long overdue.

"Can't sleep?", he asks, knowing that was the reason she was here so late.

"Yeah", she softly responded, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of him, her legs propped up as she held them to her chest and felt instantly warm when his eyes finally met hers.

The dim lighting from his lamp made his skin look golden, and that only added to his appealing demeanor. His eyes were incredibly dark much like his hair, and it made her heart feel fuzzy every time he looked at her like that.

"Do you need something?", he asks, a bit skeptical as to why she was here with him, but then he thinks about it for a second and realizes she just wants to be around him.

So cute, he thought.

"Not necessarily. I couldn't sleep and wanted to see you. I'm bored", she shrugs, resting her chin atop her knees with her lips forming a pout.

The sight of her bare face, and her hair so perfectly falling over her shoulders intrigued him, no specific reason other than he loved admiring her beauty any chance he got. But he looked back down to continue what he was doing, for once, not knowing what he should say or do.

"Do you want to talk?", he asks instinctively, and when he hears her hum and sees her eyes staring at the barcode and number imprinted on his wrist, he assumed she wanted to ask about that.

"If you want to. I'm curious about you is all", she says, hoping he'd understand what she meant.

"You mean my past?", he asks for clarification.

"Yeah, but if you don't want to talk about it that's fine. I'm sure it wasn't easy growing up in a place like the Organization. I heard it's rough there."

With a click of the gun, he makes sure the safety is on for both weapons and pushes those aside along with the belt, wanting to focus solely on her now that he was done doing what he needed to do, tossing the rag aside as well and leaning back in the spinning chair.

"To me it wasn't. I don't if I was born wrong or I was so used to the routine there, but it wasn't too harsh for me. I excelled in every subject, was the top of my class and so forth. It was a stepping stone to where I am today."

"Are you happy?"

She's always wanted to ask him that, truly wanting to hear how he felt because although he acted content, maybe he wasn't. He was good at hiding his emotions after all, much like herself. So she wondered if he was truly happy, if he enjoyed living life being her bodyguard.

He was deep in thought for a moment, and he didn't hesitate in answering her question with a genuine attitude, "I never knew what happiness was before you. I lived day by day, the only purpose I had being my job. And now that I have a different one, I still enjoy what I do, but I like it a lot more because I have you."

Her cheeks go aflame and she hides the shy smile on her face by moving her head down so her knees blocked the lower view of her face, "I'm happy with you too. Just so you know. I might not say it a lot, but I do love you."

A small smile graces his lips and she almost fainted, "I know, baby. You don't have to say a word, I feel it."

She diverts her attention to the view outside the windows and clears her throat, changing the subject because she was burning up right now, "So, what age did you get a number?"

"When I completed the first stage of training. They took me into a plain white room, sat me down in a metal chair and a man in white came in, the equipment already being set up and my arm was strapped down. It didn't hurt much, but maybe I was numb at that point. Afterwards,  I knew that 07 was my name, my number. I knew nothing else, only what the trainers told me before I was given my official file the day I turned 18 and was ready to start my first job."

"What does the Organization look like?", she wondered.

He shrugs casually, "I don't remember too much. Just that it was always clean, white, and everything was always in order. One mistake and there'd be serious consequences."

Seeing her brows furrow in confusion, he decides to explain further before she asks the obvious question, "Some of the boys would act out occasionally, and they'd be isolated from the rest of us, enduring multiple assaults from the trainers. Whether it be beating them with a whip until they passed out, or using a taser, they all learned their lesson and never rebelled."

"Oh...interesting", was all she could muster as a response.

"Other than that, there's not much to say. We trained constantly, learned multiple languages, learned advanced techniques used by the military and learned things about the world that were kept secret. There's a reason why we're the best. We were in mint condition at all times, the rules were strict and security was tight. No one ever dared to escape the facility, we were all too smart to think about doing such a thing."

There's a few moments of silence while she soaks the information in before asking another question that was on her mind, "You enjoyed killing right? Did you enjoy everything that came along with that?"

"You mean lying and manipulating people?"

With a nod, he looked out at the forest view from the windows with a neutral expression on his face, "I did. They say lying gets exhausting, but I was an expert. I learned to love every part of being an assassin. Whether it be hunting people, killing them, torturing anyone to get information or acting like a completely different person as part of the mission. I enjoyed my life, and now that I have a different job, I'd say I like being a bodyguard more. It's more relaxed...somewhat."

A chuckle leaves her lips and he looks at her with endearment, eternally grateful that his dark path led him to her, his light. He wasn't necessarily a romantic person, but with her, he felt so infatuated, obsessed, and in love that there was no other choice but to succumb. It was too enjoyable, seeing her cheeks flush red, or hearing how heavy her breathing got when he was so close.

"Do you enjoy every part of this job too? Everything that it entails?", she asks, her tone suggestive as she now changes her posture and crosses a leg over the other, catching his eye once he takes in her skimpy appearance.

The hum leaving his lips while his eyes scan her legs makes them utterly weak, so much so that she's sure she'd fall if she stood. His eyes could make or break her. Mostly break her, because they were so goddamn ethereal. Like a deer caught in headlights, a silent eternal moment that she got to fade into every time they looked at each other.

"Yes, only because I can protect you and be close to you. And I love hurting people who hurt you, who even look at you the wrong way", he responds, a mischievous look in his eyes that made her thighs burn and she became slightly breathless when he stood up and approached her.

Keeping her eyes forward, she didn't have the confidence to look in his eyes. The tension was so thick it couldn't even be penetrated by a knife, especially when he knelt before her and made her lips part in both confusion and astonishment.

"I have no shame in admitting the things I'd do for you-", he holds her thighs and leans down, keeping eye contact as his lips press against her skin.

"-and I hope you know what I'd sacrifice for you. Every single day by your side might be the last, but I'd die happy knowing that you were mine-", another kiss to her thigh that made her shiver, "-and that I was yours."

He peppered kisses along her thighs, pulling away and standing, his hand running through her silky hair in a comforting manner and her eyes fluttered closed when his fingertips began massaging her scalp.

"Do you want to sleep with me?", he asked, and as soon as her eyes open, he got his answer without it needing to be verbal.

"Come here, baby", he whispers, leaning down to pick her up from the seat, and their size difference made her stomach swirl from how easily he carried her to his bed.

She slides under his sheets as he does the same, keeping some space between them and they both lay on their backs, staring up at the ceiling with no light other than the lamp. Realizing it was still on, he quietly groaned and got up to turn it off, and when he came near the bed, her heart thudded so fast in her chest she thought it would burst into a million pieces.

The bed dips beside her and the silence feels suffocating, and she can't help but feel needy in his presence. To kiss him, to run her fingers through his hair because the curiosity was eating away at her guts. She wanted to know what he was like, she wanted to feel every inch of him against her and now that she imagining it, she squirmed and felt the warmth building between her legs.

"Are you tired?", his voice was soft, and she turned to him to see he was looking at her and it made her heart stutter.

"Not really", she smiles a little, and curses internally when he pulls her into his warm body.

"If I kiss you, will you go to sleep?", he pecks her cheek, bringing her closer by wrapping his arms around her so she hovered above him.

She couldn't suppress the smirk on her face and shook her head as he pushed her hair behind her ears to fully see her face in the moonlight, "No, you'll just get me excited."

Jungkook chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement and he's wondering what she's thinking right now. Not like it's too hard to figure out, she was giving him those eyes. But he wanted to know, he wanted to hear her say it. It looked like sleeping wasn't something she planned on doing at the moment.

"You said you're mine right? All of you?", she asks, her breasts now pressed against his chest when she leans herself onto him, her hands resting beside his head.

"Yes", he says, his breath hitching when she moved closer and he could feel her nipples were hard and the silk top did nothing to conceal them.

"Can I have you then? Right now?", she dips down and licks the side of his neck, her voice low and sultry, enough to tempt him.

"You think you can have me?", he retorts, his attitude playful because he always loved to argue with her.

His blood pulsed when he saw that devilish smirk on her face once she leaned back, "Can't I?", she chuckles, looking at him as if it was a challenge.

"You're my property after all. I can do as I please with you. And I want to devour you whole. I'm sick of your teasing because the truth is, I don't just want you between my legs. I want to feel you, I want to see what lies below-", her nails rake down his torso painfully slow until she stops at the hem of his pants, leaving him on the edge.

"I want to know what it's like to be so close that I can't breathe anything else but you. I want to be the one that you enjoy this with, I want to be the only one making you feel good...things you've never felt before", her nails run back up to his chest, sending chills throughout his whole body and he can feel an uncomfortable throbbing below.

Now that the moment was here, he wanted to go all in. He finally felt the time was right, that he could bask in her presence and her body in ways he had only imagined until now. He wanted it to be perfect, and that's what his heart told him. This was perfect.

"Please?", she asked, her eyes begging him to say those words, to allow things to go as far as they could go.

It was special enough to be his, and now that they had a moment for just the two of them, they wanted nothing more than to take it and make it last as long as possible.

To feel everything, to hold each other so close that their hearts would beat in sync, and to finally feel connected in not just a physical way, but spiritually.

All she wanted was him, to take off his clothes and show him how much she loved him by doing things that would make him go crazy. His silence made her heart pound against her rib cage with anticipation. Would he say yes?

Would she finally be able to kiss those glorious muscles of his, sink her teeth into his smooth skin and see why all those women fell so easily for him after one night? She's never been so down bad to where she was leaking through her underwear and the pathetic excuse of shorts she wore.

It was uncomfortable yet pleasurable at the same time, the torture he made her go through from just his eyes that swallowed her, consuming her until she was nothing but a slave to his sweet words, hanging onto every praise, every breath she could feel against her skin.

A gasp leaves her lips when his hand wraps around her throat, and he pulls her down so they're nose to nose, "You want me?", he taunts, ghosting his lips across hers and squeezing her neck just enough for it to feel good.

"Take me", he whispers, a dangerous look in his eyes that forced her to pounce right on him, not wasting a second.

Like a starved animal, she straddled him and held his face in her hands, kissing him so hard neither of them could breathe and so messily that a string of saliva collected between their mouths.

She could care less, because as soon as his hands grabbed her hips and he guided them to move against the throbbing bulge in his pants, her mind went into a daze and all she could think about was him inside of her.

"Can I touch you?", she whimpers unsurely, looking into his eyes to make sure he wanted this just as much as she did.

"Touch me", he demanded, breathless from the intense abuse of her lips, and as soon as those words leave his mouth, she slides her hands underneath his shirt to feel him.

"You're so perfect to me, and you have no idea how long I've waited for this. I've imagined it so many times, the thought of touching you was enough to make my legs weak", she whispers, panting as she rolls up his shirt to look at him.

"You're desperate aren't you?", he muses, silently gasping when she licked his stomach, biting his skin and sucking bruises that turned blotches of dark purple and green.

"Of course I am. Do you even know what you do to me? I'm going fucking insane here."

She moans softly, eagerly tasting his body as her lips trailed upwards to his chest which was covered by the shirt. Leaning back, Jungkook sat up and took it off, tossing it on the floor without a care and he took off her top, immediately burying himself between her breasts which he started to kiss.

"No, let me", she pushes him back onto the bed, looking into his eyes for a moment before kissing him, easing her tongue into his mouth where she took control and allowed him to do the same, their tongues sliding against each other in a heated embrace.

As soon as she starts moving her hips again, she becomes impatient to take off the rest of his clothes. But as soon as those thoughts enter her mind, he flips her over so she's underneath him, and his chest is flush against hers. A soft moan of surprise escapes her lips when he ducks down and licks her chest, his warm tongue sending shockwaves throughout her whole system as he moved further down and started to place wet, sloppy kisses on her stomach.

"Please", she pulls at the drawstrings of his sweatpants when he sits back on his knees, relishing in the sight of her that made him painfully hard.

He's never wanted this so bad in his life, and especially not with someone much younger than him. Yet he had no problem allowing her to do what she wanted, because he knew she'd never disappoint.

In all honesty, he wasn't sure what to expect or how it'd feel. It's been years since his last sexual encounter, and it wasn't enjoyable much like all the other times. It was forced, it was for the mission, for his job and not out of desire.

The things he was feeling were unfamiliar, but so good that he couldn't wait for her to take off the rest of his clothes. He welcomed this with open arms, adoring how much she wanted to be in control and let him relax while she did all the work. As thoughtful as that was, he couldn't allow too much of that.

She might be his boss, but in the bedroom, she needed to know her place. He was at her service at all times, and that meant she was going to listen to every word he said. No matter if she disagrees or not, it wasn't up for debate.

With another moan of impatience from her, he doesn't resist those urges anymore and his lips spread into a knee wobbling smirk. The stunned yet aroused look on her face when he grabbed her hand and placed it on his bulge made him feel so powerful, so captivated by her that he almost felt high.

"Do you feel that, baby? That's all yours, all for you to have, all for you to play with", he licks his lips when she boldly squeezes him, making him groan, followed by a chuckle.

"Can I take them off?", she sweetly asks.

When he glanced down, it was a surprise to see she'd completely soaked through her shorts, the cherry red material crimson between her legs because of how wet she was.

"My god...", he breathes out in amazement, feeling his mouth go dry from the sight because of how much he wanted her.

"Jungkook", she groaned his name, tugging at the drawstrings to gain his attention which was quickly given.

"Take them off, baby. I won't tease you any longer", he chuckles when she lets out a relieved sigh, immediately leaning up to kiss down his abs and nibble the sides of hips, which he suppressed his moans and ran his fingers through her hair instead to let her know he loved it.

"As much as I want to taste you, that's gonna have to wait for later. Is that ok with you?", he asks, since she was more concerned with touching him.

With a hum, she ignored his words and that annoyed him. As soon as she leans away to take off his pants, he grabs her by the throat and pulls her flush against him so they meet eye to eye.

"I asked you a question and I expect an answer", his tone sent heat pooling between her legs, and she gulped.

"That's ok with me", she mumbles, almost embarrassed and when she tried to turn her head and look away, he squeezed her throat which made her glossy eyes meet his.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you. Are you sure you're good with this?"

She gulped, feeling so turned on she was almost numb, "Right now all I want is you inside of me. I don't want you to do anything else but take off your clothes, take off mine, and show me how good you supposedly are", she teases at the end, hoping he'd get fired up and stop asking questions.

She should've known better than to try and manipulate him, because when he licks the side of her neck possessively, all the way up to her jawline, she knew in that moment he'd do whatever he wanted, and she'd gladly allow that.

"You do as I say when you're naked, you got that?", he bit her neck harshly, but she moaned at the pain, finding it more pleasurable than anything else, especially because it was his act of dominance over her.

"Not naked just yet", she chuckles, and a harsh gasp leaves her mouth when he pushes her down and tugs off her pants and underwear in a flash, tossing them on the floor and instinctively, her legs close.

"Now you are. Spread your legs", he demands, and she obeyed, feeling a sticky mess on her inner thighs.

Her face went cherry red at the way he stared at her with pure lust, such raw emotions that had her heart throbbing with adoration because this side of him was so foreign to her.

"Beautiful", he mumbled, licking his lips while grabbing her ankles, pulling her down so the plump curve of her ass was pressed against his thighs.

"Go ahead", his voice softened and with a gleam of excitement in her eyes, she leans her hand up and pulls down his sweatpants right at the middle.

Gulping at the size of his erection poking through his black boxers, her manicured nails trailed down his stomach and slipped under the band, and with another deep exhale, she pulled them down and her mouth fell agape at the sight before her.

"Oh my god", she whispered, her mouth running dry and as soon as she's about to lean up for a taste, she looks up at him and see his eyebrow raised with warning.

"Lay down."

Obeying his order, she watches as he kicks off his pants and boxers, allowing her to see him fully. Just the sight of him had her hole clenching from how perfect he was. Just seeing the angry red tip and beads of white spilling down the veins of his cock had her squirming.

"Please", she whispers, barely coherent but he knew what she was saying.

"Look at you, speechless. Are you that surprised?", he says while leaning down, taking her breast in his mouth which earned a heavy moan from her, especially because she was aching to feel him.

"No I just...fuck...", she breathes out, her back arching when he moves on top of her completely, his chest and stomach touching her own now that he was resting between her legs and she could feel him dripping onto her skin, making her stomach twist.

He chuckles at her lack of response, giving her a moment to gather her words before he realizes something and he turns serious, "Runa, I need to let you know I don't have protection."

He waits for a response and the look on her face didn't give any clue as to how she felt about that, so he continued, "If you want to stop, I under-"

She cuts him off, "I don't give a fuck about condoms right now, Jungkook. I'm your boss and I have your medical files. I already know you're clean and I can't get pregnant right now."

He sighed in relief, happy he didn't have to stop because going this far, he wasn't sure anything could rip him away from her. Fuck the consequences, he wanted her more than anything and nothing could get in the way of that. Most importantly, she needed him. Who was he to not give her everything he could?

"It won't feel as good if our first time isn't bare. I want it to be, I want you to feel me completely. Nothing between us", she adds in, practically melting at how he looked at her with such admiration and strokes the side of her face.

"Are you absolutely sure?", he asks, double checking in case she doubted anything and was only doing this to please him, disregarding her own feelings and what she was comfortable with.

It was her body after all, and even if he was more than comfortable to go raw their first time, it's possible she wasn't for personal reasons. But as soon as he sees that smirk on her face and that devilish look in her eyes, the mood completely switches back and he knows that isn't the case.

"I trust you, Jungkook. I want this", she leans up and kisses his jawline, trailing her lips across it until he moves away to look at her.

"I'm warning you now, once I start, I won't want to stop. This is your last chance. If you want to wait-"

Again, she cuts him off with a sigh of annoyance, and the throbbing between her legs wasn't helping her impatience, "I'm sick of waiting, Jungkook. I already told you I wanted this, and I'm not changing my mind. Do you want me to beg? Because I will, I'll get on my knees if I have to because it's painful."

Her chest is heaving, her face is completely flushed, and when his eyes instinctively look between her legs, cocking his head to the side with focus while his hands go up to trace her thighs, his fingertips barley ghosting her skin, it's embarrassing when she feels herself clenching on nothing but air. Even more so when his demeanor changes from soft to something much darker, trailing his eyes up her body until they meet hers.

"I imagine so", he muses, indicating to how desperate she was, and instead of sassing back, she moves her hips down further so he can touch her more, signaling that she was done waiting and wasn't going to change her mind.

"You're a mess", he leans down and his eyes gleam with intrigue as he plants soft kisses between her thighs, torturing her.

He couldn't help himself, she looked so stunning like this, needy and panting, soaking wet to the point where she was leaking onto his bedsheets and her inner thighs were slick. It was a delicious sight that he savored, nearing her center and closing his eyes to enjoy what his mouth was feeling and tasting.

"Imagine what your men would think of you. Helpless and weak under me", he chuckles against her and it reverberates throughout her whole being, making her breath get caught in her throat from how he was testing her.

"Imagine what people would think if they knew how easily you fell into my arms, how you were so eager to have me inside you, whining for it. Not the strong leader everyone thinks you are, but someone who's hopelessly infatuated by an older man. Someone who is supposed to be forbidden to her", his tongue slides along her thigh, going from her knee down to where her thighs met her hips, to which she lifted in hopes of getting more.

"I don't care about that, I'd gladly let you fuck me in front of everyone to let them know you're my property. Anyone who even looks at you wrong will get a bullet in their skull", she retorts, her tone possessive and a bit mean, the sinister look in her eyes that showed just how crazy she was for him.

Upon hearing those risqué words, he slid his hand between her breasts until his slim fingers gripped her jaw, leaning down so their lips were barely an inch away, and she could feel him poking her thigh. That sent another rush of blood flowing to her legs, and the pulsing of her clit was so intense that she almost felt like she'd cum untouched.

"Careful. I might take you up on that offer, and if you try to escape, I'll make sure to pull you back into me so you can't leave. Ever."

The tension between them was as hot as her body, boiling over until she couldn't take it anymore and crashed her lips against his.

"Are you going to make me beg?", she whispers, and he bites her lower lip, pulling it lightly before pecking them now that they were swollen and red, a bit slick from how rough he was.

"No, you know you don't need to do that. But I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you. Or else I won't touch you", he sat back, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist so they were skin to skin.

Gasping from the light friction of his cock against her hole, she stutters and feels her face burning at the way he held it in his hands and started to rub the head against her pussy, spreading her arousal onto himself and softly groaning at the warm sensations flooding their bodies.

"Jungkook", she sighed out his name, moaning softly as he continued rubbing himself between her slit, the slide easy because of how soaked she was, and then he playfully tapped the head of his cock against her clit, earning a low groan from her.

"Come on, use your words. Tell me what you want", he muses, looking into her drowsy eyes while he continued tapping her clit, urging for a verbal response.

Her eyes glistened and it felt so overwhelming that her mind started to get fuzzy and she couldn't think about anything else but the sensations he built in her body every time he did that, and she loved it.

She found the mess so attractive, how her arousal dripped down the veiny sides of his cock, and she wanted nothing more than to taste that, to engulf him whole with her mouth and suck until her jaw was sore and he couldn't take anymore.

But she knew he wasn't going to allow that just yet. So with a heavy exhale to calm herself down, although it was shaky, she swallowed and was able to get words out.

"You know what I want", she whimpers when he rubs himself between her slit, the tip budging her swollen clit that ached for more stimulation.

"I want to hear you say it", he demands roughly, repeating that same motion until she puts her small hands on his hips to hold him back from making her explode.

"I want you to...", she started, crying out again when he moved his hips against hers as a tease.

"Yes?", his voice grew soft, as did his gaze, and he stopped moving to let her speak, because clearly what he was doing fucked with her mind to where she could barely breathe.

"I want you to fuck me. Let me make you feel good", she whispers, feeling the heat of embarrassment course through her veins tenfold, and he strokes the side of her face gently, a newfound determination in his eyes that made her stomach swirl.

"I will, baby", he smiles and it makes her chest heavy with love flooding through her heart to see the stars shining in his eyes.

When he leans down and rests his weight on his elbows, so he was fully on top of her, she closes her eyes when his lips start trailing kisses alongside her neck, his arms close enough to hold her between them while his hand played with her hair.

Her heart was pounding erratically when she felt him between her legs again, and he made her look at him while he only slid the tip inside, going slow and moving forward every few moments once she gave him a nod that it was ok.

"Does it hurt?", he asks, a frown on his face since every so often her face would scrunch, like she was in pain.

In all honesty, he was ripping her open. Not only has it been a while since she's had sex, but he was massively thick and filling her to the brim, and there were still a few inches to go. Her pussy squeezed him so tight he felt like she was sucking  him in.

"It does. But I'm good", she responds, her legs feeling weak from the stinging stretch.

As a sweet distraction, he kissed her, hoping that she'd become more relaxed, "Deep breaths, baby. Remember to breathe", he whispers, and it makes her heart flutter much like her stomach did.

"Go all the way", she shakily says, seeing the reluctance clouding his onyx eyes.

With a nod, he pulls out completely, and she hisses at the throbbing emptiness. He watches her as he slides back inside, pushing his hips against hers until there was no room between them and he was completely engulfed by her. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry, but as soon as she exhaled, remembering to listen to him, she felt better and gave him a reassuring smile that he was good to move.

It was heartwarming how careful he was, especially because she's never been intimate like this with him before, they never went all the way and now that they had, it feels like she's falling for him all over again. He slowly angled his hips upwards, holding her thigh against him while her legs tightened around his waist, feeling another rush of arousal leak onto him.

Every small thrust had her gasping because of how deep he was, reaching places that have never been touched and she couldn't utter a single word. She moaned, her lips parted in pure relief when the pain starts to fade and his tip was gliding against a certain spot inside that made her knees wobbly.

"Is that good?", he asks, worried since she hasn't said a word in the past few minutes but she looked like she was enjoying it.

With a warm smile and lustful doe eyes that blinked beautifully up at him, she answers in a whisper, "It's perfect."

Those words make him feel some type of way and he closes his eyes, resting his forehead against hers while her arms move under his to grip his shoulders, her plump breasts rubbing against his chest in slow movements that matched the jaw dropping rhythm of his hips.

He leaned away to look down as he pulled out until the tip was prodding her entrance, and he hums in pleasure when she eagerly sucks him back in, engulfing his cock in her arousal that started to build inside of their stomachs.

She was so fucking soft it made his head spin. Her skin sliding against his, her hair that his fingers were running through in soothing motions, and her pussy that was swollen and slightly red from the blood circulation.

He's never seen a more perfect woman in his life, and it made his chest swell with pride to see how aroused she was, all for him. Every thrust inside of her felt like the air from his lungs was brutally knocked out, and although he kept rather quiet in bed, he'd groan into her neck, biting it as a way of silencing his pleasure so he could bask in hers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", she muttered, tossing her head back as he licked a stripe from her collarbones, up her neck, and ending at her chin which he planted a kiss on.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel me, baby?", he whispered against her lips, his eyes never leaving the blissful look on her face.

Jungkook intentionally pressed his palm against her abdomen, biting his lip to keep quiet from the warm sensation he felt as her hole clenched so tightly around him he was afraid his cock would fall off.

"Oh fuck", she whimpers, her eyes rolling back when he did that and she held in that feeling so she could last longer.

She knew she was so close, on the brink of collapsing and she wanted that so badly, she wanted a release but not unless he told her to. All control was given to him without a second thought, because as much as she loved having authority over him as his boss, they weren't being professional right now.

It was an unspoken rule between the two. She might be his boss, but in the bedroom, he took the reins so she could relax and enjoy someone who'd protectively dominate her. She always was the one to be in control, and the only person she's trusted and loved enough to give that to was Jungkook. That alone made him feel content, just knowing how deep her love was for him, that she'd allow him to do as he pleases and take care of her.

Safe to say that he knew she was close, he could tell not only from their previous intimate interaction in the car, but because he knew her body without needing to touch it. He could hear it in the way she whimpered and moaned, how her voice got a bit lower and drawled out. He can't hide the smirk on his face, especially when she gives him those sweet eyes.

"You're gonna cum aren't you?", he muses, never changing his speed or rhythm because he knew that it was perfect for her, exactly what she needed and it left her gasping and trembling.

"I want to...with you", she responds weakly through a moan, her eyes clenching shut when she feels that knot twisting in her stomach so harshly that she wonders if she's in heaven.

"You want my cum?", he asked, cocking his head to the side and pressing his body closer so she could feel his pelvis colliding with hers.

The erotic sounds of her arousal and their skin slapping roughly made the knot twist again, and she was holding onto what little strength she had left to hold from releasing. She frantically nodded, telling him to give her a moment to respond because he was quite literally fucking her brains out.

He kept a slow and intimate speed the whole time, not wanting to rush because it felt so good he didn't wish for it to end. His size was what had her nails digging into his shoulders, sliding down his back to hold his hips while she simultaneously started to roll hers up to meet his pace.

"I do", she finally responded, "Please, cum on me", she cried out his name when he started to suck on her breast, flicking his tongue across her swollen nipple that had already been abused.

"Where do you want it?"

His deep voice sends a chill down her spine, her back arching off the bed and her fists clenching when the knot in her stomach was dangerously close to snapping. He loved that look on her face, he was eagerly awaiting for the orgasm to hit her so he could watch while she came down.

"On my stomach", she stutters out between thrusts, and as soon as she squeezed around him and he watched her eyes roll back in bliss as she came, he moved his hips inside of her until she was shaking in overstimulation.

He stopped and pulled out, about to jerk himself off now that he was close, but as soon as he wraps his hand around the base, she leans up and smacks it away.

"I want to do it", she mumbles, a bit delirious from her previous high, her body trembling but she didn't care.

He smiled and stroked her hair while she touched his cock expertly, squeezing the tip everytime her hand went up and slid her thumb between his slit. He's never felt so good before in his life, watching her touch him and seeing that eagerness in her eyes while she leaned back and continued to stroke his cock at an angle so he'd finish on her stomach. The one thing that sent him over the edge was her words.

"I want you to paint me in white, baby. Just like how you wanted."

"Runa-", he groans softly, feeling his whole body flush with heat as his stomach clenches, his mouth falling open and he calls out her name again in an intimate whisper.

His eyes were barely open but when he heard her moan in satisfaction, he had to see. Strings of white spurted out onto her stomach, her skin now sticky with his cum as she continued stroking him until he emptied himself completely. She bit her lip at the mess, finding it so hot that he marked her as his, and it had her smiling at him with pure love.

"Did you enjoy that? Did it feel good?", she questioned, still regaining her breath and as soon as his cock had softened, he fell beside her in bed and held her to his chest, not bothering to clean up the mess that now stickies his skin as well.

He didn't care at the moment, he just needed to hold her because he was still in the clouds, panting into her neck while he strokes her spine delicately with his fingertips, intoxicated by her scent and the smell of sex in the air.

"You did so good for me. For the first time in my life, I enjoyed that. Because of you", he then leaned his head against the pillow to look at her glowing face, her swollen, plump lips stretched into a soft grin that had his heart pounding much like hers was.

His praise made her feel like she was the best thing in this world, and she couldn't even begin to express how much he meant to her, how much this whole night means and just how much she never wants to leave this bed. She felt an overwhelming heaviness in her chest, and it was because of him.

He drowned her in love, by the way he stroked her back, or the way he looked at her as if she was his savior. She never wanted to escape this dream, because that's what it felt like. Love like this was rare, and now that she had it, she'd die for it.

"Was it what you expected it to be?", she asks, her breathing steady since she's calmed down and the wave of coldness hitting her back made her shuffle closer to him under the covers.

He didn't mind one bit, lowering his hand to press her hips against his and she choked a bit when she felt his cock touching her thigh. She was far too swollen for another round, almost like he drained her of everything she had to feel aroused again. Instead, she tried to remember to stop acting surprised by the way he touched her. Even though Jeon Jungkook was full of surprises.

"I didn't have expectations, I just wanted this to be different from those other times. And it was. I loved it", he starts to stroke her hair, pushing it behind her shoulders so he can plant gentle kisses on the bruises littering her neck, his own markings.

"That's all I wanted", she responds softly, tilting her head to give him some room until he moves up to grab her chin and kiss her feverishly.

It was slow but hard, pouring every bit of desire and passion he had as their tongues teased one another before he took control and explored her mouth, tasting every corner and biting at her lips that tasted just as sweet as her skin.

His strong arms held her to his chest, pulling her close so they were skin to skin once, and she could barely breathe from how passionate and rough he was while kissing her. She had to pull away for a second, breathless as his hand gently rubbed the plump curve of her ass, going down to her shaky thighs to massage the soreness out of them, to which she winced from the pressure.

"Let's clean up, baby. We're a mess."