04. Dominant

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"She has an accent like yours, Tae." Her grin widens. "You two are so cute together."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Rosé." His phone dinged and he pulled it out of his pocket, stared at it a moment, then cursed.

You giggle. His gaze flew to you and he smirked, sending a tingle through your body. Cocky expressions were annoying on most men but Taehyung wore them well.

"So you think you can do something," he said by gesturing to you.

Rosé burst out laughing. " Of course I can do it. I'll have her looking like your type in no time."

"Absolutely not," he said sternly, surprising you. Did he talk to all women that way?

Rosé's brow furrowed. "I thought that's what you wanted."

Softer, he explained, "No. I like her the way she is. Just a little more matured. Not like my usual type, please. I don't think the club-girl look would suit her."

You give him a confused look.

"Don't worry about it." With a smile, he pushed the hair back from your face. His tenderness made you feel safe and protected.

With a heavy sigh, he turned for the door. "You two have fun."

"Don't worry about a thing."You followed him towards the door. "She's in good hands."

You trailed behind. At the door, Tae turned, then closed the distance between them. He stared down at you.

"Don't hesitate to call if you need something, okay?"

"Yes, Sir." The word slipped out again, despite him having told her she didn't need to call him that. Yet every time she did, he got this funny look on his face. It was both amusing and hot.

He cursed under his breath, inhaled a deep breath, then kissed her forehead.

Rosé closed the door behind him.

Rosé turned and grinned madly. "So . . . what color should we do your hair?"

Rosé looked you over, walking a circle around you. "Hmm. I think we should keep it natural. It's such a pretty color. Maybe we'll just add a few highlights and lowlights to make it more . . . interesting."

"O-okay."

Rosé stopped and crossed her arms, then narrowed her eyes. "I'm thinking long layers and maybe we'll straighten out those waves. I'll give you some product, teach you how to use it. Taehyung will love it."

That was all that mattered. You grinned.

She started doing your hair.

"Do you like Taehyung?" She asked.

"Yes...but I'm not sure if he likes me" You timidly replied.

"Why would you think that?"

"Because he has so much to offer and I barely have anything to give him in return..."

"Maybe you should sit on his lap and call him Daddy." Rosé winked. "He might be into it."

Rosé gave her a sidelong glance. "Have you two . . ."

You felt her cheeks burning. It was forward of Rosé to ask, but how did a girl make friends if she didn't confide in people?

"Have we shared a bed? No. He treats me like a child. Not a wife."

"He's protective. Most Doms are."

Doms? You gave Rosé a puzzled look but the girl just smiled. You'd have to ask Taehyung about that word later.

"Did Tae tell you anything?" she asked. "About what he likes?"

You shook your head. She may have been sheltered, but Nayeon had told her enough about what men liked. Her cousin was much more brazen.

"You should ask him."

You bit your lips and Rosé smiled. "You're adorable. No wonder he feels so protective of you. But you don't have to be embarrassed. Taehyung is . . . well, he doesn't mind that sort of talk."

"I couldn't . . ." Your face felt as though it were on fire. "That would be . . . I just couldn't."

"Well, okay." Rosé shrugged. "But you'll never know what he likes unless you ask."

According to your mother, it would your wifely duty to learn what her husband liked in bed and provide it. Would Taehyung force her to . . . Flashes of the graphic things Nayeon had told you circled in your mind, making her grimace. Would he force you to do things that made you uncomfortable? So far, he'd taken care to make you feel at home. Surely, he wouldn't push you or could he?

Rosé washed your hair over the sink, then dried it. She gushed about how the new color added some depth and layers to your hair.

After she fiddled with it for a long time, Rosé finally let you look in the mirror.You almost didn't recognize yourself. The brown mess you were used to wrestling into braids was striped with blonde and ash, then combed neatly into straight pieces that framed your face. It looked odd and unfamiliar.

She also put a little mascara and lip gloss.

"Taehyung will like this," she said confidently, forcing you to believe it. Added with the new clothing, you looked every bit the part he probably wanted you to play. A cultured American woman.

You talked for a long while before Rosé dropped you home.

You are waiting for Taehyung in the living area quite nervously. Suddenly you hear the door open and shut. Taehyung's footsteps draw closer and closer. He enters into the room and stops dead in his tracks looking you up and down.

"You look gorgeous" He slowly moves towards you, his gaze fixed on your form-fitting clothes. You bite your lips as Taehyung comes closer. He runs his hand up your sleeve and takes a strand of your hair between his fingers.

"All thanks to Rosé." You say.

"Were you both in the best behaviour? She can be a bad influence sometimes"

"Actually, she was a good influence"

"Oh! Is that so?'' Taehyung falls back on the couch , his eyes roving your body slowly, drinking in every detail.

"Tell me, what exactly did you two get up to?"

"Well , she told me to ask you what you like- " Taehyung arches an eyebrow. You take a step forward him.

"I don't think you're ready for what I like just yet"

Taehyung moves to stand. You remember Rosé's advice to try sitting on his lap.

As Taehyung pulls himself off the couch, you gently push him back down. His eyes flicker.

"What's this now?"

Gathering all of your courage, you sink down onto his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

"This is the new me" You say. His eyes spark and his hands twitch at his side.

"You are a brave girl, aren't you?"

"Maybe..." His hands slide up onto your hips and you shudder.

"Ah...not as brave as you're pretending to be" He rubs her thumb over the curve of your waist, teasing the fabric of your clothing higher and higher. A soft whimper escapes your throat and Taehyung pulls you close, gently kissing your neck.

"So what have you planned to do next babygirl?" He asks.

you lean down, nuzzling Taehyung's nose with your own. Your breasts brush against his chest and his breathing grows heavy.

"Do you like this, daddy?" Suddenly Taehyung pulls away from you, surprised.

"What?"

Nervous, you squirm on his lap. His grip on you tightens and heat courses through your veins.

"I want to know if you like this. Do you like this daddy?"

You rock your hips and you can feel his pleasure beneath you. Taehyung growls and drops his head against your shoulders as though he's in pain.

"This is not fair.." He says. You get confused. He looked like he loved this.

"I think we need to stop before I lose control"

In one swift motion, Taehyung lifts you off his lap and sets you on the couch beside him.

"Hmm...you know a lot for a girl who has barely been kissed?"

"And whose fault is it that I have barely been kissed?" You cheekily counter back the question.

A dominant gleam flashes in Taehyung's eyes.

"Careful Y/N , if you challenge me, you might get in over your head...You don't know how I would punish you"

"Then tell me please" You press yourself against his arm. His biceps dwarfs your whole torso. He straightens, towering over you.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes"

"Then you'll have to earn it"

"H-how?"

"Show me how much you've learned like the good little student you are" Taehyung leans in, his fingers sinking into your hair. His lips brush softly against yours as he whispers,

"Kiss me...and use that sweet tongue of yours this time"

You hold your breath and reach up, tracing his jaw with your fingers. Then you press your lips against his, soft and full. A delicious heat travels through the very tips of your toes. Taehyung responds , opening his mouth and kissing your lips, his hands caressing your cheeks softly.

"Mm...That's a good girl" Taehyung nips at your bottom lip. A tingling warmth pools between your legs.

"But I said you need to use your tongue. Do you know what happens when you don't follow my rules?"

You gave him a questioning look.

"...you get punished" He whispered.

Taehyung crushes his mouth to yours. He parts your lips with his probing tongue, gaining entry.

He tasted sweet. His tongue slips against you and you moan softly.

He kisses you harder, slowly erasing your fears , the force of his kiss knocks you onto your back. He climbs on top of you. Your own tongue darts into his mouth, exploring him, tasting him. Your hips rise in excitement and he grinds himself against you. The pulsing between your legs grow stronger. Suddenly, Taehyung digs his hands in your hair and gives it a playful tug making you gasp.

"So you want to know what I am Y/N" He says pulling away from the kiss. You are breathless beneath him. You feel one of his hands travel up your knees, He parts your legs effortlessly, a wicked look on his beautiful face.

"I'm a dom..."

"What?"

"You're about to find out"

In the heat of the moment. You clutch his shirt, unable to catch your breathe as you feel his knees travel higher and higher between your thighs. Suddenly. Taehyung pulls you up onto his lap. His steel eyes bore into you, dark and gleaming.

"Take a guess..."

"Is that a job title?" You say, still confused.

"No, it's something I take more seriously than a job" He calmly said. "I'm a dominant. Which means I need to be the one in control in a relationship. I demand respect and in return, I take care of my submissive partner."

For a moment his words confused you. But then you think back on every time he's taken control of you.

Taehyung kisses your neck, even giving you a slight bite. "Does that make sense to you?"

"I don't completely understand it, but I'd like to know more about it."

"You would?" He asked, a little surprised.

"Yes. Since It's a part of who you are" You reply.

He blows cool air on the throbbing spot he had bit.

"Then I'll be sure to give you thorough lessons..." He said in a low voice.



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