Electric music vibrates through the air, everyone slick with sweat as they dance along with their partners or the attractive strangers that catch their eye the moment they walk into a place like this. It was lavish, the vibes screamed luxury and of course, seeing as Kim Seokjin designed it, it wasn't surprising that the very first night of the opening, people were lined around the block to get in.

As soon as the guards caught a glimpse of Kang Runa and her bodyguard approaching, they stepped aside and bowed their heads in respect, knowing that this was the club owner's sister. Jungkook kept close behind, a hand on her hip as she guided the way through the crowd and up the stairs to another floor.

Spotting her brother from afar along with San and Seokjin sitting next to him, both wearing the same sheer black top as the leader, she admired the taste in fashion that they had.

"Looks like your place is a hit", she compliments Jimin once she walks up to him at the bar, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek as well as Seokjin's who was awaiting that same gesture, seeing as it was his special way of greeting somebody.

"All thanks to my designer", he grins, raising his glass to clink with the male next to him who has a smug smirk on his plump lips.

"You are so very welcome Mr. Park", the man muses, winking at San who rolled his eyes and downed his drink, eyeing the group of girls giggling about him not too far from where he stood.

"That's my cue", he pats his boss' shoulder, walking towards the women, and Seokjin gags, earning a playful slap on the back from Runa who takes the consigliere's previous seat, Jungkook standing close by with his arms folded behind his back while he observed his surroundings.

"Where's Joon?", Seokjin asked, and she wanted to laugh at the disappointment on the man's face as he looked around for her underboss.

"He's a bit of a prude. He's not one to go out much and especially not to places like this. He's at home working", Runa answers, signaling the bartender to get her a drink, which she gratefully takes a sip of once the glass is slid her way.

"He's boring", her friend retorts, the look of annoyance written all over his face since he wasn't one to hide how he felt.

She knew that he was somewhat curious by the older male. That's why whenever he was around, Seokjin would talk his ear off while Namjoon just smiled and nodded along to whatever nonsense was coming out of his mouth.

"He prefers to be relaxed. He doesn't love chaos like you do, Kim", she responds, glancing at her brother to take in his full appearance.

His silver hair was damp, styled to fall above his eyes and his dangling sword earring added to his appeal. Not to mention the sheer shirt showing everything underneath, such as his well-defined muscles.

"Congratulations, Jimin", she looks around at the people drinking and chatting as most of them dance on the floor below, "It's a work of art."

Admiring the ceiling light fixtures that were a stunning shade of purple, he hums in response with a pleased look on his face, "I'm glad you came. I wanted to celebrate with you."

Turning in his direction, she watches him pour three shots of Tequila, handing one to Seokjin and her which she takes. They raise their glasses and wait for his toast.

"To family", they all clink glasses and down their shots, enjoying the burn tickling down their throats from the strong alcohol.

In an instant, she turned to see her bodyguard admiring her legs that were adorned in fishnets, and she didn't bother hiding the grin on her face. Once grabbing the full bottle of Tequila, she pours one more shot and spaces out her brother and Seokjin's conversation as she hops off the stool and approaches Jungkook. He immediately removes his eyes from her body and looks at the mischief painting her gorgeous face, her hand lifted to show him the shot of liquor.

"The toast was to family, and since you are included in that, you have to take the shot", she giggles, stepping closer and batting her eyelashes suggestively at him.

His usual frown remains but she can see the amusement on his face when he cocks his head slightly. From the angle and the dim lighting, his gaze looked so sharp it could cut her in half.

"Is that an order?", he asked, his onyx eyes burning her skin as they roam shamelessly up her legs, to her breasts, and back to meet her gaze.

"It is. Drink it", she holds it out for him and surprisingly enough he takes it, still looking at her while he drinks the shot, handing it back.

"Happy now?"

She gives him those eyes and he chuckles inaudibly when she steps forward and gets on her tiptoes to peck his lips.

"You follow my orders so well and it makes me wet", she muses, turning around to converse with her brother and she knew his eyes followed her ass when she walked away.

It made her stomach flutter like crazy and after a few minutes of small talk, she knew Jungkook was getting bored by the way he kept glancing at his watch, with his accustomed poker face. In truth, she wasn't one to go clubbing either, and although the music was good, she knew Jungkook wouldn't want to dance with her.

She wanted to dance because she loved to. Debating on what to do, the voices of her friend and brother now muffled from how deep in her head she was, her gaze focused on the man who stood not too far, her glossed lips curl into a devious smile when a lightbulb goes off in her head.

"Jungkook and I will be around", she absentmindedly says to both men so they don't ask questions as to where she's going.

Instead they give her a brief response that they heard her before going back to their conversation as she's now long gone and guiding her bodyguard down the hall where the VIP rooms were.

He didn't protest, a bit curious as to what she had in mind as soon as they stepped into the private room. The music was playing in here too, matching what was booming throughout the whole club. It was lit with purple lights, a black leather booth covering one wall with a table and silver pole running through it.

"I know you're bored, and in all honesty, I want to dance", she says, locking the door and approaching him from behind, his tall figure looming over her now that they were face to face.

"It's not like I would've stopped you", he responds, and then when he glances up at the pole, a wave of realization hits him and his blood starts to pulse dangerously when he feels her hand intertwine his and pull.

"I know that, but I want to dance with you", she pushes him into the booth so he sits down, and she climbs onto the table, her long legs stretched out for him to take off her heels, which he does without needing to be asked, putting both cherry red pumps on the ground next to each other.

"More so, I want to dance for you. And only you. Would you like that?", she asks, eyeing him as he takes off his gloves and tosses them onto the booth, his fingertips tracing up her calf to her knee, roaming across her thigh like a ghost before trailing down again.

"You want to entertain me?", he raises a brow with amusement dancing in his eyes, and she pulls her legs away, standing and grabbing the pole to circle it, keeping her eyes on him as she does so.

"I want to please you. I want to make you feel good. And I can tell you're interested in watching me", she states, and he doesn't bother denying it because it is true.

Her hips swayed side to side, her movements fluid as she whipped her hair back and held the bar, seductively dancing to the music playing in the background. He took in every move she made, his heart thudding in his ears as he watched her dance for him. The way her hips rolled, or how small her waist looked in that tight little dress of hers.

It was lacy and short, accentuating her curves that his hands itched to grab. Not only was she an alluring little devil, but the fishnets covering her milky white legs made his cock throb.

Luckily, his coat was so long it covered his whole body and his problem wasn't noticeable. But the heat in the air, not only from the raunchy music but because of the way she arched her back against the pole, suffocated him.

Mumbling a curse under his breath as he unbuttoned the coat, putting it aside with his gloves, he rolled up the sleeves of his silk purple shirt which immediately made her eyes sparkle in both awe and shock.

"Did you wear that for me?", she asks, crawling to him on the table as he now leaned back and tongued his cheek while manspreading, his bulge forcing her eyes to glance down and thirst over his size.

"Maybe", he answers, his veiny hands resting on his thighs that looked so thick and rideable.

Tearing her eyes away from his pants, she took in how handsome he was, how ethereal the purple silk flowed along with his raven hair, matching the darkness of his eyes that made her thighs burn.

"You look amazing", she compliments, moving to sit on the edge and put her feet in his lap, where he starts to rub her ankles.

"I dress to impress", he retorts, eyeing the dress that was riding up her plush thighs.

His eyebrows knit together and he's about to say something when she pulls herself up and dances around the pole, moving her hips sensually as he opens the top three buttons of his shirt to reveal his glistening chest.

The look she was giving him was so familiar, and he wondered what trouble she was up to. Those fishnets covering her legs made him go slowly insane, his mind spinning and craving to have them wrapped around his waist so he could feel the softness between them.

"Come here and put your hands on me", she demands, nodding her head for him to approach her and he follows her orders, running his hands up her legs while she swayed her body from side to side, the dress dangerously high to the point where it was only a second away from being ripped off.

When she crouched down, he held her hips and as soon as she spread them, his lips parted and he mumbled her name, "Runa...fuck..."

The air was knocked out of his lungs when he saw she wasn't wearing underwear, meaning her pussy was glistening and all for his eyes to see. Easy access. His mouth started to water and his cock was strained against his pants.

"You're going to fucking kill me one day. You know that?", he breathes out shakily, and he inhales to calm himself down, trying not to act like a starved animal.

Witnessing his reaction made her chest swell, especially because she bought these specific tights so he could fuck her in them. That and they were cute, and convenient for some fun because of the hole in the middle that left her bare. The air between them was heavy and she could see the lust in his eyes, shining like the purple neon lights that made him look heavenly. Of course, that made her clench.

"I'll kill you softly then so you enjoy it", she playfully quips, gasping when he pulls her hips so she's at the edge of the table where he stood, panting at the sight of her.

"How are you already this wet?", he mumbled to himself, but it was audible and made her face flush from the heaviness in his voice.

"That's what you do to me, baby. Get me all hot and bothered with just one look", she chuckled and moved her hips up teasingly, to which he finally looked at her in the face, danger evident behind his doe eyes that were pits of black.

"Glad I didn't wear panties tonight?", she winks, hoping he got reminded of a certain night they had long ago, and oh did he remember that.

"Touch yourself", he demands, leaving no room for question and she's taken aback by his request, both turned on and embarrassed.

"Um...what?", she questions dumbly, not sure if she heard correctly but the authoritative raise of his eyebrow immediately made blood rush to her aching pulse.

"You heard me. Touch yourself, and don't make me repeat it", he repeats, his voice low and deep and it sounded like music to her ears, a disturbing pull that forced her to do his bidding.

But she just couldn't fathom doing that. She was so fucking shy in front of him because he did things to her that no one else did, and that was making her nervous. The way he looked at her body as if he wanted to worship and taste every inch had her knees weak, and she wasn't sure what would happen next.

She thought she was in control, but that was an illusion. In his midst, she was a slave and all she could do was follow his every command. Even if she argued and refused at first, he always got his way.

"I-I can't...that's humiliating", she mutters, despising how weak and pitiful she sounded.

As soon as his hand grasped her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his now that there were only inches between them, she had no choice but to listen, "Touch yourself. It would please me so much to see you."

He knew the exact words to use to get her to do as he said, and without a second thought, she obeyed. She loved hearing those words, because in the end, she lived for this pleasure, she lived for him and his teasing.

She lived to satisfy him and maybe it was the love that made her this twisted, or because he was so fucking beautiful and she couldn't deny him no matter what. Her clit throbbed with anticipation as he watched her hands grip the end of the dress, pulling it up so he could fully see her.

He awaited her next move, watching with focus and intrigue when her hand moves slowly down her stomach towards her pelvis, stopping for a brief moment before her slim fingers slid between her slit and a whimper escaped her glossed lips.

"Jungkook", she whispers, her eyes forced to stay open so she could see his reactions to what she was doing, her index finger now circling her swollen clit that peaked out, needing attention.

"That's it, baby. Say my name and touch your pretty pussy for me. Go ahead", he encourages, and her hole clenches at his words, another whimper escaping from her mouth.

"God..."

She slowly pushed her hips up against her hand, enjoying the gentle torture of her fingers lightly pinching, twisting, and flicking the swollen bud around until it drove her crazy and had her stomach coiling with pleasure, all while he watched with a lustful gaze that had her dripping.

"Can you touch yourself too? I feel so embarrassed doing this alone...", she moans softly, imagining what it'd be like to see his hand stroke himself while he closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep quiet.

Just thinking about it made her hole squeeze and her heart raced against her chest when his eyes melted into a longing gaze, "No."

The disappointment washed over swiftly but she didn't stop playing with herself, she didn't want to upset him but the way he said no made her heart sink heavily, her eyes getting glossy, "Please? I'd love to see you."

Sighing, his eyes scan her pretty face and when she gives him those needy doe eyes, he can't find it in what little of a heart he has to deny her of that. After all, pleasing her was a part of what he sought after, it was a part of the thrill and he wanted to see her eyes light up with fire when he gave into her wish.

"Fine, take it out", he commands, slapping her hand away from where it was and she unbuckles his belt, looking down and away from his predatory gaze.

As soon as his zipper was pulled down along with his black boxers, the heaviness in her hand made her pussy throb with a need to be filled, stretched perfectly to accommodate him.

"You've been good, so I'll let you watch me", he says, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt to reveal his torso while he wrapped his veiny hand around the base, her eyes captivated by the strokes against his cock.

"Keep playing with yourself", he breathes out, feeling fire in his veins that made his head cloudy.

She props one leg up as he rested one hand on her knee, his eyebrows scrunched in bliss while he jerked off and watched her pretty fingers spread her slick around the clenching hole before they slid back up to tap her clit, her body jolting.

"You're so hot", she drawls out through a moan, her eyes glued to his glorious body and his chest that glistened with a light layer of sweat, as did his forehead revealed by his hair slicked back in its usual style.

Just watching him and hearing his heavy breathing made her want to fall on her knees and take him in her mouth. The tip was red, pre-cum dribbling from his slit that she so badly wanted to lick and swallow. He knew what she was thinking, and like the tease he was, he of course had to torture her with his playful words that never failed to leave her as red as a cherry.

"You want a taste, baby?", he hissed, feeling the pleasure build up in his body so intensely that his veins protruded his skin and she wanted to trace each one with her tongue.

"Please, just a taste. I won't be greedy and ask for more", she says, hoping he wouldn't leave her hanging and he stops for a moment, his thumb swiping across his tip to collect his arousal.

"Open", he orders, and as soon as her swollen lips parted, his finger slid against her eager tongue before her mouth enclosed around the digit, sucking feverishly with her eyes fluttering closed.

She hummed in delight, and he saw the twitches of her pussy, indicating that she was getting close to an orgasm and so he holds her wrist, pulling her hand away. As soon as her eyes opened in confusion as to why he stopped her, his thumb was clean and he pulled it away from her mouth, a string of saliva connected to it.

He gets an idea and pulls her by the hips, lifting her and instinctively, she gasps in surprise while her arms wrap around his neck along with her legs. As soon as he sat down in the booth, her knowing eyes made his heart thump faster now that he was pressed against her and she knew what he was going to say.

"Ride me", he leans back, waiting for her to take control and she does so without any hesitation, her eyes glistening much like her pussy that slowly engulfed his cock.

A groan leaves his lips, his eyes shutting as soon as she sinks completely, and takes a few seconds to adjust. Remembering that she still wasn't used to his size and it might be painful, he opened his eyes to check on her, his hands once rested on her thighs now rubbing her hips to soothe any pain.

He's about to ask if she's ok, but his words are cut off when she starts rolling her hips against him, placing her hands on his hard chest while simultaneously moving in an up-and-down motion so he could feel just as good as she was every time his curved tip massages that special spot deep inside of her.

"God, it feels so good", she moans loudly, knowing that he loves to hear her being vocal and never wants her to feel shy or embarrassed about it.

A moan in response encourages her to move at a certain tempo that had knocked the air out of their lungs, not too fast yet not too slow. But just right, just to the point where they were clinging to each other for stability now that they were drunk on pleasure.

Her warm and musky perfume wafting through his system had his hands gripping onto her for some sense of control which he felt was slipping away with every sound she made.

Whether it be the lewd smacking of her thighs colliding with his, or her arousal slicking up his cock, it felt like heaven to have her this close. Needless to say, he could never take his eyes off of her, she was a work of art and he never wanted her to feel any less than that.

"Look at me", he breathed out, his head leaning back against the booth, and as soon as her eyes fluttered open, neither of them dared to close them again.

No matter how good it felt, no matter how thrilling the rush of adrenaline was pumping through their racing hearts and aching stomachs, there was a certain love and intimacy between their bodies that was unmatched by anything else.

Both of them were in love for the first time in their lives, so much had happened and they got through it together. Life had been flipped upside down and they found themselves craving each other like fiends, unable to go even an hour without being close to one another.

Whether it be from his protective habits or her neediness to feel an older man's love, they had a connection, a soul tie that couldn't be severed. Even when they had quickies, or they took their time, they always considered it as something special. Especially him, someone who's been void of desire or feelings most of his life.

To have someone to hold, cherish, and admire, regardless if she was much younger, gave him another purpose in life. Something good to look forward to every morning he woke up. Seeing her was enough, but hearing her voice, hearing her whisper his name and look him in the eyes while they pleasured each other made him feel alive, like maybe he wasn't heartless if a woman such as her loved him.

"You can cum, baby. Cum for me. You've earned it", he nods his head in approval, allowing her release to wash over her just by the trigger of his words.

Crying his name out once that feeling hit her, she started lazily moving her hips, not forgetting about him and once he lifts her body, his cock slips out with a pop as he finished on her thighs, and she lets out a hum of satisfaction when his cum released in thick white streams across her skin.

He gently stroked her head, pushing her hair back while she caught her breath, resting on his shoulder while he grabbed a cloth from his coat lying beside them, wiping off the mess coating her skin before crumbling it into his hand and throwing it successfully into the silver trash can not too far from them.

"This is my favorite shirt on you. Please wear it more", she says through a light chuckle, still a bit dazed from the orgasm and he tugs down her dress so she's covered, still stroking her hair and now her back.

"It'd look better on you", he said, causing her to look up at him and bite her lip from the bewitching glow on his face.

"I need a drink", she groans, kissing his lips messily before putting on her heels and walking over to the small bar in the corner of the room, racks of liquor and glasses neatly placed together.

With a hum, she picks out a bottle of vodka and doesn't bother getting a glass, approaching him as he's now dressed from below and waiting for her to sit down.

"Don't drink too much", he reminds, and with a nod, she pops off the cap and sits in his lap, unknowingly grinding her ass on him which had his lips pressing tightly together.

"Just a sip", she giggles, leaning her head back as she chugs the liquor, and some spills down her chin and her chest.

"Fucking hell", she grumbles, the bottle clanking onto the table as she's about to wipe off the mess she made but what catches her by surprise is when Jungkook's tongue laps at her skin, tasting the alcohol and sliding up her neck to her dripping chin.

Her breath was lodged in her throat and she sat there stunned, still not used to him acting so touchy with her, and he loved to see her so astonished by his actions. It never failed to make his stomach feel weird, in a good way of course.

His tongue glides down to her chest, dipping down to lick the vodka that now lingered behind on her skin, and he started to suck, ghosting his lips up to her jawline where he tilted her head to the side. When she closed her eyes to only feel what he was doing to her, he sucked just below her ear and made sure the scent was gone. Maybe he was bold because of only one shot earlier. Or possibly because he wanted to consume her until all she could breathe was him.

"Don't make another mess, boss. I don't want Jimin scolding us for spilling good liquor. Yeah?"

His attitude did a complete 360 and she couldn't help but smile endearingly at him and his stoic expression as he now relaxed underneath her and acted as if she hadn't just given him the best ride of his life.

"Yes, Jeon. I hear you loud and clear", she grabbed the vodka bottle and purposefully spilled some on her chest, pretending to be surprised and she shrugged at the way his eyes narrowed threateningly.

"Oops. Could you help me clean this up?"

He shook his head at her teasing, a small smirk tugging at his lips as a sigh left them and he moved her so she was comfortable in his lap. God, he could never get enough of her. Ever.

"As you wish, boss."