Song Recommendation# Cravin' by Stileto, Kendyle Paige

Taehyung was standing in the small fitting room, eyes dark and unreadable, his hand resting against the back wall, his posture a bit too calm.

Her pulse quickened, the dress slipping from her fingers as she stumbled back against the wall, adrenaline, thrill and what not flooded her chest.

"What—" She gasped, but no words came out. The shock of the situation paralyzed her. "H-how did you even got inside? How-"

He didn't speak at first, just stood there, eyes never leaving hers. His presence felt suffocating, like a shadow that had suddenly materialized out of nowhere, a bad dream now standing right before her. She tried to find her voice, but it caught in her throat again. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this. Not with him.

His lips parted, but the words came slow and calculated. "I've been watching you"

He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed away, pressing herself into the corner of the stall. Her hand fumbled for the door, but it was too far. Too out of reach.

"And, I know you know. I never thought you'd catch on this quickly" he continued, his tone strangely calm, almost... amused. "But I've been following you for a while now. Watching your every move. I know everything about you. You are not just the girl who slept in my bed, now you are more than that"

The words felt like ice on her skin, a chill spreading from her spine to her fingertips. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could hear was the sound of her rapid heartbeat pounding in her ears.

He was so invested in her? Should it scare her?

She knew nothing about him. And, he knows her too well! She had seen those dark, intense eyes before. In the chaos that followed, something had happened. They had slept together. She hated how she enjoyed every bit of it. Fantasized about the raven haired male whispering those honey coated venomous praises to her with every thrust-

"You..." Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer, as if savoring the effect he left on her. His lips curved upward into that familiar, chilling smile. "Yes me! Remember me? Afterall, we had a special little bond, didn't we?" He seemed to relish the words, the memory, as if it meant something to him.

Her throat tightened. "You kidnapped me," she choked out. "You thought I was someone else... and then..." Her voice faltered, but the anger started to rise, fighting against the fear. "You... you took advantage of me."

He didn't flinch. If anything, he looked pleased, amused by her outrage. "I didn't take advantage of you, Cherry. You were more than willing." His eyes darkened as he continued. "That night is so engraved in my head, your scent, your touch, the way you screamed me to stop and begged me to fuck you senseless at the same time. Mm~ how can I forget?"

The words hit her like a slap, worse, she couldn't deny them either! It was true, she loved every bit of it. Her heart pounded in her chest, the flood of emotions crashing over her. How could he say that? How could he justify what he did like that? She wanted to scream, to hit him, but she knew better. She had been trapped once before.

"You don't own me" she spat, stepping back, her body moving instinctively. "You don't control me."

He watched her carefully, his gaze narrowing, a smirk never leaving his lips. Taehyung took a step forward, slow and deliberate. "You think you can just walk away from this by quoting "I don't own you"? You think that after everything, you can just forget?" His voice dropped to a low, almost teasing tone. "Oh, Babygirl, its all over your face, you're craving for what I gave you... desperately"

"I've been waiting for this moment, Cherry. I've been waiting for you to realize. You don't get to forget me."

"You can't keep doing this" she said, voice trembling. "I won't be your prisoner."

"But, I'll be the chokehold of your sanity darling"

Her back pressed against the cold wall, her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding violently in her chest. She couldn't move—couldn't think. He stood before her, his presence overwhelming, his dark eyes that both terrified and captivated her seemed to devour her mercilessly. The distance between them felt non existent.

His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, and she exhaled! He paused, his gaze lingering on her as if savoring every moment, his fingers grazing the soft curve of her jaw.

"I have missed you" he whispered, his voice low and filled with an aching desire. "That night, I can't forget..."

Her breath hitched, and she turned her face away instinctively, though every part of her wanted to lean into the warmth of his touch. His fingers slid down her neck, tracing the delicate line of her throat as he leaned closer, his body pressed against hers.

"I've been craving you alot" he murmured, his lips hovering just inches from her ear. "Its like a sinful obsession."

Cherry felt her chest tighten. It was wrong. She shouldn't be feeling this way, shouldn't be trembling at the intensity of his gaze. Yet, there was a pull, a magnetic force between them, something she couldn't quite shake.

"I..." she whispered, her voice faltering. "This isn't right, you can't, you shouldn't come after me like this."

"But you want me to, I can see you desire me too, I'm just being vocal about it. I want this, and I know you do too." Her breath came in uneven gasps, and she couldn't bring herself to deny the truth of his words. "I've been waiting for you" he continued, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, sending a shiver through her. "I've watched you, I've thought about this moment. And now that I'm here, I won't leave. So, don't run away."

His hands slid down her arms, pulling her closer into himself. His lips found their place on her neck, softly they travelled leaving goosebumps along the way. And then he opened his mouth wide like a vampire, a sharp inhale followed and he sank them in slow and deep, and she couldn't help but jolt to the feeling. It was like igniting her body to flames. She was scared that what if he turns out to be one of those mystical beings, she wouldn't be surprised considering how dangerously beautiful he was. The way he craved her felt different—like he was claiming her, like he wanted her, needed her, as if she was his breath.

"Mm~ fuck you taste so good"

She didn't even register when the dress had been pulled away from her hands and now her arms were around his neck. It was too swift the way they latched onto each other. Her hands travelled up against the nape of his neck, her fingers slipping their way into his hair, they threaded too well past them as if fated to be this way!

Her skin rippled with goosebumps, his hands on her, gripping and roaming to feel those delicious curves that made Taehyung insane after one taste.

He was growing desperate and so was she. The poisonous taste of this liquor was far too intoxicating for them both. It was wrong in all ways they could see, just red flags but it seemed like red was their color.

Dark, dangerous and absolutely delicious!

"Ah~ Taehyung" she cried out feeling the raven head's sink his teeth in her neck again. She held onto his hands that gripped the flesh of her asscheeks with so much desire that surely would leave beautiful marks decorating it afterwards.

"I want you, Cherry. So badly." His voice coiled around her like smoke. "It's dangerous, I know. But drown with me... drown in the sea of what I am offering you. You feel it too, don't you? You know it's worth the risk."

His tone wasn't just a whisper—it was a promise, dark and inviting. And just like that, she felt herself slipping.

The space between them felt suffocating, thick with his cologne and the faint trace of cigarettes clinging to him. It clouded her senses, lured her deeper. No matter how much she told herself to run, she stayed—locked in place, lost in his essence.

I should fight this, she thought faintly, but the thought barely held form before it slipped away, lost in the haze of him.

His fingers brushed against her cheek, trailing down slowly, the warmth of his touch igniting every nerve in her body. "You're trembling" he murmured, his lips curving into a knowing smile. "But not from fear. No... it's something else, isn't it?"

She tried to look away, but his hand caught her chin gently, tilting her face back toward him. His gaze was molten, dark and all-consuming, pulling her under like the undertow of a deep ocean. "You can deny it all you want, Cherry" he whispered, his thumb tracing slow circles along her jaw. "But your body doesn't lie to me. Every breath you take, every glance you steal... it's begging me to touch you."

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Why does he have this power over me? No, I can't let him get to me like this... But the more she tried to hold back, the harder it became.

Stop, Cherry, she told herself. Don't give in to this. It's dangerous. But his eyes, dark with desire, were burning into hers, and she felt like a moth drawn to the flame. Why do I want this so badly? Why does it feel like the only thing that matters right now is him?

"I could devour you right here" he breathed against her skin, his mouth lingering just at the edge of hers. "But you'd enjoy that too much, wouldn't you?" His chuckle was soft but dark. "You like it when I make you wait like this. When I hover just close enough... but not quite enough."

His mouth hovered closer, his breath teasing her lips. "Say it" he urged, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me. Tell me what you want from me"

Her chest tightened, the heat pooling deep in her belly, and she couldn't stop herself from taking in a shaky breath. He's right. Why am I so weak? She wanted to fight, to push him away, but her body was already betraying her. I can't... I shouldn't...

Her mind screamed for her to pull away, to run before it was too late. This isn't me. I've never been like this. But the yearning, the intense craving for him was too overwhelming, too consuming. What is happening to me?

The words burned on her tongue, she wanted to gulp this poison. She hated how easily he untied her like a loose knot, but she couldn't stop it. "I... I want you to kiss me" she dared to say it whispering the sweet words.

His eyes darkened, and the smirk on his lips curved sharper. "That's my girl" he murmured pressing his lips against hers.

The kiss... It was heat and hunger, rough and unapologetic, like he'd been starving for her for days. His hands wrapped around the back of her thighs and he pulled her up wrapping the contagious embrace of her legs around his torso her body was flush against him.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as if letting go would shatter her. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, sending a shiver down her spine that melted into something darker, something that burned low in her stomach.

The world outside faded. The only thing that existed was the fever between them—the sound of their ragged breaths and the soft, desperate noise that slipped from her throat when his lips trailed down the line of her jaw.

God, this is dangerous.

But she didn't stop.

His hands roamed, possessive but careful, igniting every nerve he touched. When their lips met again, it was slower, smouldering embers instead of wildfire, but it sank deeper, leaving a lingering ache she already knew would haunt her.

And she didn't care.

Not when he kissed her like he was trying to set her on fire.

"Taehyung~" She voiced his name wrapped in a seductive breathless moan and it left him feeling as high as he could ever get without passing out.

"Hush~ don't make it harder for me" A growl rumbled at the back of his throat. And he gave a teasing sudden thrust against her existence leaving her toes curling at his back to how her juices had already escaped the thin lining of her underwear and soaked the swelling budge of his pants. "See what you do to me?" His voice was low, thick with desire. His hand traced along her waist, fingers tightening just enough to make her breath hitch. "You feel it, don't you? One more sound from you and I'll have you riding me like you're mine to break."

"B-break me" She begged whimpering, her legs tightening deliciously around his torso with the arch of her spine followed, arching into him as if she couldn't get enough. His hunger that had been building for so long, it felt like it might consume her.

His hands tightened around her, pulling her even closer. Taehyung didn't need to say anything. The way her body responded to him, the way she leaned into him, told him everything he needed to know.

"Please" she breathed out, her voice barely a whisper, but the weight of the words carried more than she could ever put into them.

He could feel it—her desire, her need—and it made everything feel sharper.

There was a fire between them, a tension that was almost unbearable. He could feel her pulse racing against him, her skin warm and flushed under his touch. The way her lips parted, the way she breathed in his air, everything about her spoke of a surrender that felt as terrifying as it was intoxicating.

But not yet.

He needed to keep her close, needed to savor this moment before they both lost themselves completely. The scent of her skin, the heat of her body—it was a drug he couldn't resist.

And he needs to bring out all that desire for him, she's hiding! She's been so bad afterall, a little punishment is only fair! and then she gets to reap the fruit!

Not yet, he repeated, the thought lingering, teasing him just as much as it tormented her.

He could feel her desire simmering beneath the surface, a quiet storm just waiting to break free. And he was going to make sure it did—at his own pace. Every movement, every touch was a subtle push and pull, building her craving for him bit by bit. Her body was already responding, betraying the walls she tried to keep up. He was going to shatter them, piece by piece.

Parting with a teasing smirk plastered to his lips, he slowly lowered her down, the heat between them almost unbearable as he placed her back against the cool surface of the table. The cold of the material against her flushed skin made her shiver, but the warmth of his body just inches away kept the fire alive.

He leaned in, close enough to feel the quick rise and fall of her chest as her breath hitched. His lips brushed against her ear, soft and deliberate, just a whisper away from her sensitive skin.

"You can fight it all you want, Cherry" he murmured, his voice low, thick with anticipation. "But deep down, you know, You want me." He pulled back slightly to meet her eyes, his gaze molten, searching for that spark of surrender he knew was hidden behind her stubborness.

Her lips trembled, the desire radiating off her so thick he could almost taste it. There it is, he thought, his smirk widening as her eyes fluttered closed. That's what I've been waiting for.

He wanted to see her naked completely, bare of the facade she put, to see how far he could push her before she lost herself entirely. And he knew he would. He would break every part of her resistance, and she'd thank him for it.

Her hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white, her chest heaving. "Don't tease me" she whispered, but the words were breathless, almost pleading.

That's exactly what I'm doing, he thought, his heart racing with the power he held over her. But he didn't want to end it just yet. Not until he had every inch of her begging for him. Not until she's drowning in it.

He moved closer, his lips brushing hers with a slow, deliberate kiss, just enough to taste her without fully giving in. His tongue barely teased hers, enough to send a rush of heat spiralling through her.

He pulled away slightly, the gap between them unbearable as she groaned softly in protest. "Patience" he whispered. "I want you to feel every inch of this. Every single second. So you can feel the emptiest when I am not around"

"L-like what?"

"Like this...." He pulled back just enough for her to feel the absence—like a phantom touch that lingered long after his skin left hers. His breath, still warm, ghosted over her lips as his eyes burned with something wicked.

"You feel that?" he whispered, tilting her chin up with the tip of his finger. "The ache crawling under your skin, the way your body's screaming for me to come back?" His voice dipped, dark and silky. "I know, Cherry. I feel it too."

Her chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths, but he made no move to close the gap. Instead, his thumb dragged lazily across her bottom lip, catching the faint tremble there.

"But not yet." His smirk curled deeper, eyes flickering to hers. "I already came to you... slipped into this tiny facade where you thought you were safe. Now it's your turn."

The weight of his words hit her hard, sinking into every vulnerable corner she had tried to lock away.

"Come to me, Cherry" he murmured, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear, each word a decadent tease. "I want to watch you fall apart. I want to see how far you'll crawl for it."

Her breath hitched, knees buckling slightly, but his hands stayed rooted at his sides—offering no support, no touch. Just his words, sweet poison dripping straight to her veins.

"Don't look at me like that" he chuckled, low and husky, as her eyes pleaded without her realizing. "You've already tasted me... I know you'll come back for more. And trust you don't have the slightest clue of what I have to offer..."

His lips hovered over hers, their heat clashing without meeting. Her skin prickled with anticipation, desperate for more than the teasing brush of his breath.

"I'm not chasing you this time" he purred, his voice intoxicating as sin. "If you want me, Cherry, you'll have to take it. I want to feel those hands pulling me in... those legs wrapped so tight I can't leave even if I tried."

The thought alone left her body burning hotter.

"You can fight it..." he continued, each word slow and deliberate, dripping with dark amusement. "But we both know how that ends. You'll come undone for me, just like before."

His hand skimmed her waist, featherlight and fleeting, leaving a trail of fire in its wake before he let it fall away.

"Make me come to you" she whispered, surprising herself with the quiet demand that slipped past her lips.

Taehyung's eyes flickered, that dangerous spark igniting in full.

"Oh, Cherry" he growled softly, leaning in until his lips barely brushed her ear. "I already live in the shadows of your mind. You don't have to ask. I'll come when you're ready to break. I'll be waiting Babygirl..."

And just like that, he pulled away, leaving her trembling and empty, haunted by the promise he left behind.

Her mind raced as she watched him disappear. He had that effect on her—like a magnet pulling her in, even though she knew better. She could still feel his presence lingering, like a mark she couldn't wash away.

He was dangerous, a walking temptation she couldn't resist. He knew how to break her down with just a glance, a smirk. And damn it, I hate how much I want him. How much I need him.

He thinks he's in control, but I won't let him have the satisfaction. But, can I do that even?

Thoughts of him—his voice, his touch, the way he made her feel—were impossible to escape. Why does he make me feel this way? Why does it have to be like this?

You'll come undone for me, just like before.

She clenched her fists, fighting the flood of desire coursing through her. I won't chase him. I won't let him see how much I want him. Never!

But even as she tried to push him out of her mind, she knew deep down it wasn't over.

It would never be over.