Make Me

Your eyes popped open as a heavy body pressed down against you. “Tae you scared the shit out of me” you hissed at him. He nipped your ear in response while rubbing his dick on your pussy. “You know the rules Tae” you chided “you didn’t pay me to take care of your morning wood.”

He sighed and rolled off you. “Does every time we touch have to be with a cash interaction?” You rolled your eyes and sat up. As much as you love Tae’s money you were always easily annoyed at his attempts to have any other form of relationship with you besides a business one. “Do you always forget you pay me to fuck you?” you shot back.

You knew very little about Tae besides the fact that he had swollen pockets and was eager to spend. You slipped on your bra and clasped it in the front. Then bent down to grab the red dress from last night. Tae snatched the dress from me and you could feel him waiting for you to look up at him. When you did he slipped his hands gently around your throat then squeezed hard.

You raised an eyebrow in question. You’d learned a long time ago to not show any reaction to violent actions. Apparently, you didn’t have a normal flight and fight response and with Tae, it only made him hornier. He tosses a handful of money onto the bed while simultaneously shoving you onto the mattress hand still around my throat. “Why does it always feel like I’m the one being used” he whispered into your ear. “You’re a whore you should feel honored that I give you as much attention as I do.”

You rolled your eyes “you talk too much” you tell him. Already used to insulting words you’ve been called much worse. “Are you going to fuck your little whore or not?” He smirked before sliding home. Men were stupid. Really stupid.

When your lips could meet you let your true nature show. You could sense his fear and your excitement tuned into the frequency. As you drained him of his energy. He fell on top of you limply barely breathing and for a second you entrained the idea of killing him.

“You’d kill one of mine?.” The questioned was whispered into your mind by an all too familiar voice.

“You know I don’t listen to you anymore.”

“But you hear me which means you can listen if you want too.” You pulled on your dress forgoing underwear and a bra. Instead, you held them both in your hand and summon hells flame to incinerate them. “You know damn well I don’t want too Min Yoongi.” You call him by his forbidden name “but it is nice of you to try.”

“You are poking a bear (y/n)” he warns you “poke me hard enough and I’ll unleash my claws.”

You snorted as you slipped on your heels “We both know how well that worked for you last time.” You grabbed your clutch before walking towards the door. “I’ll leave him alive,” I tell him “only because I would hate to fight Jungkook and that’s who’d you send.”

As I walked through the door I also locked my mind from my lovely fiance.

Walking out of the Ritz lobby alone 8,000 dollars richer than you were the night before. You opened the door to the waiting Uber. “Late night,” the driver asked knowingly. “Very” you replied as he pulled away from the curb.

Living in The Underground is like living in a different world. Well, technically it is. It’s in-between. Not earth and not hell but can be accessed by multiple forms of life. Sex, gambling, and drugs seeped through the cracks in the ground. Over the years The Underground had turned from prison for the abnormal human into a place where all your vices and fetishes could be fulfilled. Normal humans viewed our city with awe and fear. Only the young, dumb and stupid actually ventured in willingly. They never left the same.

Still as dangerous as living here was it became your home. When the young, dumb and stupid came for a visit -which was almost every night- you made money. Being a stripper didn’t have any perks but the money was good. Tonight wasn’t any different than the one before except the Devil himself was in residence. When he comes to the club he’s treated like the royalty he is. I’m talking privately lounged, best bottle in the house treatment and the bitches here eat that shit up. You, on the other hand, don’t get the hype. You never did. On a good night, he pays to get the ‘V.I.P’ treatment and on a bad night, he only pays for dances not that he probably wasn’t getting sucked down on those nights too.

By the look on the women faces as they left his area, it was a bad night. “He has his eyes on you tonight.” Mimi a dark fae that became your best friend almost overnight said sliding onto the stool next to mine. “I doubt it, I’m not his brand of poison.”

Mimi snorted knowingly “Maybe he’s considering expanding his tastebuds.” Both your boss Namjoon walked up to y’all two drinks in his hands. He handed one to Mimi and gave you a look only he could give you and not get cussed out. “You’ve been summoned,” he said it sarcastically in a British accent instead of laughing like you usually did your heart sank into your stomach like a brick. “I don’t like being summoned,” you told him.

“I know but you haven’t got a choice.” you raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms. “You know I won’t let you quit,” Namjoon said matter of factly.

“I swear I’ll file a complaint with HR.”

“As your best friend and boss (y/n) you know that doesn’t mean shit. I will tie your ass up in the basement...again.”

You stomped your foot loudly drawing the attention of patrons as you stood arms crossed and walked your ass to the private lounge. “Uncross your arms” you heard Namjoon yell over the music. “Bite me” you yelled back and heard his laughter as you opened the private lounge door.

“You summoned me,” you said dryly closing the door behind me. “I want full services” his voice was deep husky and demanding which immediately made the hairs on the nape of my neck stand. You didn’t know how to deal with this version of Yoongi. Give you a sarcastic, deadpan Min Yoongi any day. “I don’t do full services,” you tell him while placing one hand on the doorknob “I can go find a girl who does.”

“Sit down (y/n)” there was a bite in his voice “since when have you ever been afraid of the big bad wolf.”

“Since he sounds like he’s ready to bend me over and fuck me bareback.” You retort as you plop down ungracefully in the seat across from him. He lets out a loud cackle that has you sitting up straighter. “Doesn’t stop you from fucking those other pieces of shit.”

“I get paid to fuck those other pieces of shit” you shoot back. “Why’d you summon me Yoongi?” You spoke as politely as your anger and fear allowed.

“I own you (y/n) or did you forget that” he leans forward and pours two glasses of Patron.

“You’ve owned me for a very long time Yoong” you pick up a glass and take a sip. “You’ve never let me forget it.”

“I’ve let you live your life.”

“But not anymore?” you ask before downing the rest of the contents in your glass.

“Not anymore” he confirms grimly “It’s time you became my wife.”