Kim Taehyung doesn’t know how this girl got into his bed but now that she’s in it he doesn’t ever want her to leave his bed or his arms.
There was a certain type of thrill that was flowing through Hwang Minah’s veins when she first thought up of this plan but it was no longer present as she stepped out of her old Toyota Camry onto the dark gray asphalt making up one of the many garage floors underneath Kim Seokjin’s high rise apartment complex. She was dressed mysteriously, like one of those ****** female detectives in all of those steamy romance novels she had been reading recently to make herself feel more confident and sensual. But now, all she felt was freezing and frightful in her tightly belted black trench coat as a particularly strong gust of wind blew through the garage and fluttered the ends of her coat revealing her mostly bare thighs.
She redid the belt even more tightly this time and pulled down the ends of her coat as she trudged towards the elevator that would take her to her destination: Seokjin’s apartment on the 14th floor. Minah’s sense of doubt got bigger but she knew that she had done far too much to give up now.
For one, she had to call up her regular wax girl for an emergency Brazilian even though the girl had been booked waxing an entire girls’ swim team before their meet. She had to buy lingerie online because she had been too embarrassed to walk into Victoria’s Secret and ask the lady what kind of an outfit would be perfect for seducing a guy who did not see her as a romantic interest but whose future wife she wanted to be.
As a result, she was still slightly pink and sensitive between her legs and wearing a red silk and lace number that was far too constricting and far too small for her. She had even gotten her nails and hair done although she did not really see Seokjin paying much attention to her freshly painted nails (although it would look good scratching his massive shoulders from an aesthetic viewpoint she mused) or caring too much about her about her carefully styled seemingly effortless waves before tugging and pulling on it.
She was already here. She had spent too much time obsessing over Seokjin due to her massive crush on him and much too much time daydreaming about a future where they were happily together and very much in love. Nothing was ever going to come out of her infatuation if she did not act on it. And with Seokjin’s model ex-girlfriend Choi Ara set to come back in town next week she had to act now or else she would risk losing him forever.
The elevator finally dinged open; she quickly got in and hurriedly pressed the button for the 14th floor before she could lose her resolve. Hopefully the three garage levels and the fourteen apartment levels she would have to go up would give her enough time to get calm before she had to walk to Seokjin’s door.
Kim Seokjin was her next door business neighbor with his small café and bakery besides her bookstore. He later became her close friend and business partner when they realized that combining their businesses would profit them both as people would be able to drink hot beverages while browsing books. It was an arrangement that pleased them both. However, the longer they shared a business, the more readily Minah learned about Seokjin and realized that they had a lot in common, and not only that, but she began to realize that he was a great guy too, one that she would love to be with for the rest of her life.
But she had never been able to act on it before due to the fact that he had been in a relationship for much of the time that she had known him. This relationship, however, had ended three months ago, and Minah had been lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to start something with Seokjin. Now, she feared she had waited too long and that his girlfriend being back in town might give them the opportunity to rekindle their romance. And thus was the reason she was hurrying to Seokjin’s apartment late at night wrapped in a long trench coat and not much else.
The plan was a simple one: as she had been given the key to his apartment, since he sometimes went out of town and need someone to take care of his two sugar gliders, she was simply going to use that key to get into his house and sneak into his bed as a ***y birthday present. They would celebrate Seokjin’s 30th birthday by making love into the early morning of it and at the end of it all they would laugh about Minah’s audacity and she would walk out of it with some very good ***, if not a relationship.
The elevator slowed to a stop and then the doors opened to Seokjin’s floor. Minah sighed; she was just going to stick her guns out on this one. She had a horrible time attracting the right kind of marriageable men and she was not just going to sit by and watch her life go by as her friends all got married and started families. She slowly walked down the corridor to Seokjin’s door wishing and praying for anything (maybe even a fire alarm) to stop her plan in its tracks although she failed to consider what to do when Seokjin saw her in front of her building on the sidewalk just wearing a dark colored trench coat. That was the thing about desiring something; you had to be willing to put out the effort to get it even if at times you would rather be doing anything else.
Her hand shook as she took out the key from her pocket and put it up to the keyhole of the front door. She had to try twice but she finally managed to unlock both of the locks to his door. Minah knew the layout of Seokjin’s apartment pretty well so she bypassed the kitchen to go towards the living room. The living room was next to the hallway that led to the two bedrooms of the apartment, one of which was her final destination. She took off the trench coat and let it drop ungracefully on top of one of the sofas.
Looking down she saw that her getup had not miraculously increased in size. It was still clinging to her breasts and pushing them up and together which felt almost excruciatingly painful since the underwire was digging heavily into her flesh. At least after the breasts, the fabric flowed down instead of clinging to her but it wasn’t quite as long as Minah had hoped, just one of the perils of online shopping he surmised, and offered peeks at her miniscule red panties edged with black lace.
Glancing back at her coat on the sofa, Minah noticed that five condoms had slipped out of one of the outer pockets and were lying on the dark sofa cushion. She blushed bright red; she had not known how many she would have needed or how impressive Seokjin’s stamina was. But she did know that she had the right size; she had come across some condoms in their wrappers when she and Seokjin were tidying up his office at the back of the café. That incident had left a sour taste in her mouth when she had discovered them and concluded exactly as to why they had been in the office but the information sure did come in useful now.
Maybe it had been a bit too presumptuous of her to bring condoms at all; Seokjin probably had that part taken care off. And where would she even put the condoms? She had no pockets. But still, she thought, it would be rather awkward if Seokjin was out of condoms and she had to run out to the living room to get some. It would definitely kill the mood and make everything awkward. It might even allow Seokjin to clear his head and come to the conclusion that sleeping with someone he worked with was a very bad idea.
She could probably just keep one in her hand for now and then put it down on the bedside table. Thinking better of it, she grabbed a second one to tuck into her bodice, the plastic wrapper scraping against her tender skin, and then made her way down to the end of the hallway. The two bedrooms were next to each other with identical undecorated doors. In the dark, Minah could not tell which was the master bedroom and which was the spare room. Worst case scenario, thought Minah, she opened the wrong door and walked into an empty room with no one inside: she could just correct her mistake and slip out the room to try the other bedroom, without anyone any wiser since Seokjin fortunately lived alone.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the first door just a crack, making sure to not let it creak. She slipped inside carefully and softly closed the door just in case there was someone in the giant bed that was taking up prime real estate in the middle of the bedroom. Giving her eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, she finally saw what looked to be a human shaped bump ruining what would have been the otherwise smooth surface of the bed. Success, she thought. Slowly she approached the bed, thanking God for the plush carpeting that was muffling her footsteps.
Taehyung was sleeping when he felt the slightest caress along his arm starting off what he assumed would be another night of erotic dreams with some dreamlike lover he would forget by the morning. Intrigued, as this dream started off differently from his usual ones, Taehyung wrapped an arm around the girl and pulled her in bed with him, pressing her against his front and curling his arms around her.
Hmm, thought Taehyung, while it would be great to have *** with this girl in his dream, he felt that just imagining up a cuddle buddy would be just as good and would probably help him sleep soundly without waking up ***** and have to rub one out or take a cold shower. A lot of the times, Taehyung found that he just craved human contact and that it did not always have to end with a ***ual release for him to be satisfied or content.
But his dream girl did not want to play along. She squirmed against him trying to shift and move until she faced him. She then leaned forward and nuzzled his neck, leaving hot open mouth kisses along his jaw as her arms wrapped around his back and her nails left little scratches in its wake.
Taehyung groaned, and pressed her even closer to him, running his hand up her side to her neck to tilt her head upwards and have her lips meet his blindly seeking ones. His hand rose even higher to grab a fistful of her hair which he then pulled on with urgency as the kisses got more and more heated and frantic. In the midst of all their kissing, he had managed to sneak a hand down her lace covered body to her thigh and while reveling in the smooth silkiness of it, he hiked it over his, setting her to straddle him with her legs on either sides of his hips. He then tested their position by rocking against her, muffling her gasp of surprise with another kiss.
His fingers curled around her thighs roughly as he spread them more so that her core was aligned with his hardness, causing her to mewl and arch her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as her hands ran frantically up and down his shoulders and arms trying to find purchase. Taehyung growled in frustration when the rocking provided no relief. He needed more contact with her and fewer layers separating them. He moved his hands away from her thighs back up her body trying to find an opening in her outfit. He grabbed ahold of her bodice and tore it down the front leaving her teddy in ribbons hanging off her arms, grateful that the wiring in the cups had not connected in the center.
“Wow, um you’re impatient,” she laughed throatily as she moved to take off her panties before he ripped those off her as well. Taehyung stilled. He had never heard that voice before in his life and it sounded too real to be a dream. He finally opened his eyes to look down at her carefully but in the darkness of the room he could not make out much besides short dark hair that went down to her collar bones and very pale skin that seemed to be illuminated. Who was she?
“Yes well I’m excited,” he murmured; tomorrow was Seokjin hyung’s birthday and the chances of their cousin Namjoon and his best friend Jimin hiring girls to break into the apartment and have *** with them was actually surprisingly high considering they had had a fake cop kidnap and arrest Yoongi to throw him in “jail.”
“I’m glad,” she whispered, “no more talking; it feels as though I’ve been waiting for you and this moment my whole life.”
Taehyung grinned, his teeth flashing white, as he ducked down to close his mouth around a puckered, straining ******, to suck and bite it. His other hand went up to palm her other breast and to pinch and roll her other ******. It was not even his birthday and he was being rewarded. Murmuring a quick thanks to God for great cousins and even more amazing best friends, he buried his face in her breasts to lick, nibble, and suck while she grabbed at his **** through the bed sheets to slowly pump and stroke it.
She seemed surprised by her sudden act of boldness and hesitated, the warm heat of her hand still surrounding him. “Stroke me baby,” he groaned into her cleavage, murmuring words of encouragement in between his fervent worshiping of her breasts. So she tentatively started to rub his **** again going from hilt to tip and tip to hilt. As she continued to stroke him, one of his hands went down to push away her panty and slip in a finger into her wetness causing her to gasp at the intrusion.
As he began to finger her more furiously and rub her **** in between his thumb and forefinger, he couldn’t stop himself from also thrusting into her hand frantically in search of relief. He knew he was not far from his ****** so he added another finger and started to pet her more hurriedly, digging the heel of his hand into her folds to increase the pressure and making sure to rub her **** so that she could have her ****** before his. It didn’t take long before she reached her peak with a scream, her fist tightening around him almost painfully. Taehyung thrust into her grip jerkily and almost savagely ****** her hand before he came too, spilling all over her palm and fingers.
Minah slowly grew aware of her surroundings. She had her face pressed against Seokjin’s damp chest and her right hand was sticky with his ***. His chest moved up and down underneath her with every breath he took and his arm was clamped tight around her waist, pressing her against him and barely giving her enough room to breathe.
She was both shocked and proud of herself. She had actually done it; she had slipped into Seokjin’s bed and seduced him. She was amazed that she had actually been successful (well partially successful since they had not had *** yet but she was sure they would in a minute after they both regained their breaths and he became hard again) but also mortified that she had come so quickly. She wondered if he knew that she had not had *** in MONTHS, not since her crush on him had started anyways.
He moved underneath her to sit upright, still not loosening his grasp on her, and lean against the headboard. When Minah tucked her head in the groove between his shoulder and his neck and turned her mouth to kiss his Adam’s apple, he laughed huskily. He switched the arm that was holding her against him to reach for the bedside lamp as he said, “I’ve been wanting to stare at you all night and see you in proper light.”
Minah stilled, the gravely hoarseness of his sleep ridden voice struck her right to her core, sending a new rush of wetness between her legs, but at the same time it stopped her at her tracks. Since when did Seokjin sound like that?! While she was still salivating over her sudden attraction to Seokjin’s I-Just-Woke-Up voice, he had flipped the lamp on, casting a small glow of light into the room. His massive shoulders and back were still turned away from Minah but they looked a dark golden hue under the dim light and she wanted to sink her nails into him while she rode him and never let go.
He turned around to Minah and smiled reaching for her chin, “You’re so gorgeous I have to kiss you again.”
Minah screamed. She screamed like she was cornered by Pennywise in a dark alley with no way out and she screamed because she did not understand why she was attracted to a total stranger and she screamed because he was not Seokjin and she screamed because she was naked and on top of some guy and she wanted to cry because she had no idea how the night had gone so wrong.
Taehyung clapped his hands over his ears at the shriek. The girl in front of him was screaming hysterically and looked close to tears. He would have been insulted if he had not realized that she probably thought he had been his brother the entire time. He slowly lowered his hands as her screams began to subside and to try to slowly put a hand on her arm to comfort her but she shied away from him as though scalded.
She shuffled away from him, making him grunt in pain as she scrambled over his body with her elbows and knees knocking into him and grabbed her ripped nightie to cover her chest. “Baby it’s okay,” Taehyung pleaded holding his arms up in surrender, “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You’re not Seokjin oppa,” Minah wailed. “I ruined everything.”
“Baby you didn’t ruin anything it’s okay,” comforted Taehyung. He had gotten out of bed but still stayed an arm’s length away from the petite brunette shaking in front of him. Her shoulders were quivering and her arms were up defensively to cover her from Taehyung’s probing eyes which admittedly should not have been checking her out in her moment of distress. She appeared to be taking deep breaths and trying to regain control.
She looked up at him, “I have to go. This was all a mistake. I’m so sorry,” she almost sobbed out the last word.
Taehyung stayed rooted in place. He could not follow her now when he was the reason she was in turmoil. “Ok,” he said. He would get to the bottom of this later, for now she had to leave before things got worse.
She turned away from him and almost sprinted to the door to fling herself out the room when her shaking hands were finally able to get it open. Taehyung stifled a groan when he saw her shapely pale *** retreating from him and collapsed backwards onto the bed. He flung an arm over his eyes, suddenly exhausted. He would ask his brother later who his mysterious nighttime visitor was.
to be continued