Priya's POV

"Do you really have to go?" I whine, pulling him closer to me and not wanting to let him go. "Just one more day."

"I would love nothing more, baby, but I've got a country to run." Taehyung chuckles softly, kissing the top of my head.

This weekend with Taehyung has been nothing short of amazing. I can't remember the last time I stayed home and did nothing, and I know he can say the same. He literally works twenty-four seven, and this weekend was all for him to relax and kick his feet up. 2 days isn't nearly long enough, but it's definitely a start.

"Okay, okay." I pout, loosening my grip and letting him go. "I'm just gonna miss you."

"And I'll miss you." He places soft pecks against my lips and I smile. "I promise we'll do this again really soon."

"We better. You need breaks, you know."

"I know, baby."

We both stand from the couch and I lead him to his shoes near the front door. I understand what his job is, and he's doing a fantastic job at it. However, that still doesn't take away the fact that I don't get to see my boyfriend as much because of his job. I will miss him the moment he's gone because as soon as he leaves, I won't be able to talk to him as much.

"Don't make that face." He teases.

"Hm? What face?"

"That cute pouty face." She smiles. "It will be okay. We will be okay."

"I know, I know." I groan. "I just want more time with you, that's all."

Taehyung nods, slipping his shoes on. "How about this: Why don't you come over for dinner on Wednesday. We'll cook together."

I laugh, shaking my head. "But you can't cook."

"So?" He shrugs. "You can."

"Then what will you do?"

"Taste test." He says as if it's obvious.

I can't stop the giggle that leaves my mouth as I kiss his lips. "Okay, fine. That will work. Wednesday it is."

"Great." He smiles brightly.

"What time are you getting picked up again?" I ask, hugging into his side.

He hums as he checks his watch. "Any minute now."

"Dammit." I frown. "Too bad there's not much time for a quickie."

Taehyung's eyebrows raise in excitement. "Let's put that to the test."

"What?" I squeal as Taehyung picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I fall into a fit of giggles as he kisses the side of my neck. "We don't have time for this."

"Bullshit. We'll make time."

My back soon makes contact with the couch and my bottoms are being pulled away from my body in a hurry. I watch as Taehyung swiftly pulls his down and I can't stop laughing. "You're serious about this, huh?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He laughs with me.

"Wait," I say, thinking about grabbing a condom.

"No time." He spreads my legs and lines himself up to my already screaming core. "I'll pull out."

His phone begins to ring and he groans. It stops and right as I feel his tip rubbing against my clit, it rings again. "Fuck."

"Here, I'll get it." I smirk, reaching down to the floor to grab his pants.

"No, you don't need to."

"You're the president. You gotta answer when someone calls." I have his phone in my hand and swipe to answer. "President Kim's phone. Priya speaking."

He chuckles and shakes his head as I smile at him. The person on the other end clears their throat. "Good morning, Ms. Vance. This is the head of secret service. Would you please inform Mr. President that we have arrived?"

"Yeah, of course!" My eyes widen as Taehyung slides into me. I silently mouth to him, "What are you doing?"

"Quickie." He quietly moans, caressing my thighs as I bite my lip, trying to contain my own moans as he starts going faster and rubbing my clit in circles

"Ma'am?" The head of secret service says. Fuck, I'm still on the phone.

"Y-yes, ah. I'm so sorry. I'll, ah- um. Okay y-yes. I'll tell him."

"Um, yes. Very well. We will be at the door monetarily. Thank you."

"Mmhmm." I moan, not even caring this time as I end the call. "Fuck me, Tae."

"Shit." He throws his head back. He speeds up, our skins clapping. "Cum for me."

As he says that, his movements become sloppier but his pace on my clit never slows down. Reaching my pinnacle faster than anticipated, I push myself as far onto him as I can, wrapping my legs around him, and shuddering as my climax come barreling in at an unimaginable speed. My fingernails dig into the bottom of his back as he stills inside of me.

Both of us breathing heavily now, I wipe away the tiny beads of sweat that have formed on his forehead. A soft kiss is placed on my forehead, then both my cheeks, until finally he reaches my lips.

"'I'll pull out'. Bullshit." I mock in a deep voice, but whine as he pulls out of me.

Taehyung fake grins, rubbing the back of his neck as he stands straight up. "I'm so sorry, Pri. Got kind of carried away."

"It's fine. I'll let you know if I miss a period." I lighten the mood, but I'm dead serious. I sit up on my elbows, noticing how his eyes haven't left my center. "Look here, sir. Don't make me do something that will have you calling in. Don't look at me like that."

"Is calling in such a bad idea, Priya?" He pushes, almost stalking back toward me.

"Yes it is, Taehyung." I put a hand to his abdomen. "Your men are at my door waiting for you, I'm sure. They may have even gotten a good ear full."

"Okay, okay. I'll go." He pouts and I return it. "I don't want to go."

"You sound like me now." I chuckle, getting up from the couch. "And I don't want you to leave either, but I know you have shit to do. Right now, though, we gotta go clean ourselves up before you go. I'll walk with you down if that's okay."

He smiles, nodding as he walks toward where the bathroom is. "I'd like that."

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I flip through channels on my TV, yawning and wishing I had slept for just a bit longer. Since Taehyung left at 8 this morning, I decided that a nap was in my foreseeable future. It didn't last too long, but it's okay. I fall on a news channel that shows a picture of Taehyung, so I'm instantly invested. I curse quietly to myself as the segment is over and goes into something else.

I decide to check my social medias instead of watching TV, turning the 'do not disturb' setting off on my phone. Immediately, I'm bombarded with notifications. I'm startled, automatically assuming the worst and I don't hesitate as I call my parents first thing.

The phone rings once before my mother answers, almost as frantic as I am. "Priya honey! Oh my gosh, are you okay!?"

"Mom, I'm fine. What is going on? Is everything okay?" I ask, all sorts of confused.

"Is it true? Is that why you haven't answered our calls!?"

"Is that Pri?" I hear my dad in the background.

"Yeah, Beau. It's her."

"Priya, what the hell is going on over there?"

"Can you tell me what is going on over there first? Why have you been blowing up my phone? I'm perfectly fine, but you're acting weird. What is this about?"

"You haven't seen the news?" My dad says.

"No?" I furrow my eyebrows, pulling the phone away from my ear and putting it on speaker to look at the notifications on my phone fully. The first one I see is a message from an old classmate. I open it and when I do, I scream, dropping my phone. "Oh my goodness!"

"Priya!? What's going on!?" My mom asks with worry in her tone. "Do you need us to come over!? Beau, let's go! We're coming over there right now honey!"

I hear my mother talking but I feel so numb. I can't move as my eyes stay glued to my phone. Right on the screen is a picture of Taehyung and I kissing before he gets into the car with secret service. The world now knows that I'm dating the president, and I just want this to be a bad dream. This is way too soon. We weren't ready for this. I'm not ready for this. What the hell am I going to do now?

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And here is a long awaited update! Im so sorry for the long wait!!! Life has been kicking my ass a bit, but bad Busan bitches like me don't give up 🤌🏾 but the quickie smut is my apology 😂

We okay with this chapter? I think the next chapter will be a text one so stay tuned.

Thank you for waiting on me! I love you all so much 💜💜

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