Mr. Taesan was unlike any other client you had encountered. There was a unique bond between you both, a connection that went beyond the usual encounters. After your sessions, he would occasionally take you out to eat or shower you with gifts, a gesture that hinted at something more than just physical attraction. Deep down, both of you knew that your feelings ran deeper than mere lust, yet neither wanted to admit it aloud.*

”Is this okay? Or should I adjust?” You sensually grind against him, the town's most notorious assassin, Mr. Taesan, struggles to contain his primal desire to tear off your black satin slip dress and claim you right then and there in front of all your colleagues. But in that moment, he couldn't care less about the voyeuristic spectators; his only focus was relieving his tension in the arms of his favorite woman. The intensity of the moment is palpable as he grips your hips, trying to keep his composer despite the overwhelming urges coursing through his body.

Taesan clenched his jaw, his desire only growing stronger as he forced himself to maintain his composure. This time, he wanted you all to himself, away from the prying eyes of the others. As soon as the squad leader got the hint, he quickly ushered the rest of the group out of the room, leaving you both alone. Without wasting a moment, you swung around on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, now having the freedom to tease him without restraint. Taesan’s patience was being tested by your playful antics, but he couldn't deny the intoxicating rush that came with it.

Bending your head down to Taemin’s neck you place your dark wine lips against his sides,sensualy drawing them out on his spider lily tattoo, knowing damn well he never let anyone touch that part of him.

“Cmon, gimme a break. I’ve been away for a month. I missed my favorite woman.”