Part 1 - The Offer

Hey y'all! Peach here, with some notes for this chapter that actually apply to all my fics:

1. PLEASE check the tags before reading *every new chapter* if you have any serious aversions to any possible pairings or sexual activity. I often add new tags as chapters go on, and get more perverse as the story deepens.

2. As with all my fics, I do not talk much about birth control, STD prevention, lubrication, explicit consent, and other things that are *absolutely necessary* for real life sex. This here is fiction, a full on fantasy, in which everybody is clean and on birth control and consenting, so don't worry, just enjoy!

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He was staring.

Every single time you looked up, he was looking at you, his face a mask of expressionless intensity. You could see the heat behind his gaze; it looked to you like actual smoke curled in the shadows beneath his thick lashes. You glanced around the room, unsettled by those dark eyes, the ever-so-slight smirk, the almost inquisitive tilt of his head. Nobody else seemed to notice. He was devastatingly handsome, but it was as if he was examining you, a mere bug on a pin. It was creepily hot. You struggled to stay in your seat. Every instinct told you to get up and leave, but your business was here... and to be honest, a small but very important part of you was on fire, too. This had been going on for the whole meeting; almost an hour nonstop. How were you supposed to ignore it, or stop the heat it was building in you?

You took a deep breath, resolving to push through this meeting, the dinner, and whatever entertainment your boss had planned - and then get as far away from Lee Minho as you could before you fell down on your knees, begging for whatever it was he so very obviously wanted to give you.

Beside him, kicked back in his seat and looking as cool as a man possibly could, Han Jisung put off a different energy. You could feel the directness of his personality, his quirky sense of humor barely covering an undercurrent of darkness. You couldn't stop looking at his full lips; it was the second thing distracting you from the conversation going on around you. He lowered his head and looked at you directly, letting his eyes drop down to your chest and back up to your lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting your eyes again. He winked. Winked! You felt a shiver go through you from head to toe. Han's beautiful mouth curled into a cocky smile as he looked from Minho's face to yours and back. Minho, who they all called Lee Know, gave a slight nod and arched one eyebrow, never taking his eyes off of you. Still smiling, Han's tongue quickly slipped along his bottom lip as he returned his gaze to you. A signal had been passed, and you had no idea.

"Let's go grab dinner, folks. On us." Your boss Mr. Tama stood with a big smile, gesturing to the group of ridiculously handsome men around the table. You stood up, happy to have survived what started out as your average business meeting with yet another boy band. Your company brought many of them to the US to tour, handling hospitality and logistics for several Korean groups who were making a splash in America. SKZ had been on the docket for a long time, and your company had finally won the contract. There was no way the boss was going to let them go without stuffing them full of the best steaks and drinks this city had to offer, thrilled that they were going to make the company SO. MUCH. MONEY. When he asked you to come along, a mere photographer who would be documenting some of the group's exploits in America, you jumped at the chance.

Meeting the guys would be exciting, you thought; you weren't exactly a "stay" but everyone in the office was in love with their music, and you were blown away by the talent each member had in spades. Not only that, but they were pretty easy on the eyes, to say the least... You planned to wear something demure, but you couldn't resist choosing a dress that showed off your figure. You'd left your hair loose, frustrated after trying to pin it up a hundred different ways. You felt pretty but not overly sexual, which was the very image you wanted to portray. Nice, approachable, but not dangerous. You waited by the window, watching the limo that pulled up spill out eight stunning creatures, each one a full on masterpiece, and a couple of handlers who looked like they had their hands quite full.

As they had come into the room, you shook each man's hand, smiling and bowing slightly. You tried to look each one in the eyes, though it was hard - they were all just so heart-wrenchingly beautiful. Chan. Hyunjin. Knees trembling. Hold it together, girl. Seungmin. Jeongin. Deep breath, deep breath. Changbin grinning and pumping your hand, then Han looking sexily at you with a half smile and a firm grip. He moved on and it suddenly felt like a beam of sunshine warmed you up; you actually caught your breath when Felix pressed his hand into yours and smiled - a real smile, it looked like, from the heart. Behind him, though, was Minho. And he did not smile.

Instead, he tilted his head and studied your face, his hand holding yours in a too-long handshake. He very visibly looked you up and down, then licked his lips slowly. Shaken out of your comfort zone by this blatant and unexpected action, you tried to pull your hand away from him, but he held tighter and pulled you close enough so he could quickly whisper in your ear. You nearly stepped backwards with the intensity of the suggestion he made with those lips, but by the time you caught your breath he was walking towards a seat across the table from yours.

That was the beginning of the hour of you being pretty much unable to breath. From the very first, Minho's focus on you was unsettling. Boss droning on and on about schedules and transportation. The boys spread around the table, you surrounded by their ethereal beauty. Minho and Han directly across from you, their intent all too obvious - to you, at least.

They intended to fuck you.

Nothing even had to be said - a girl just knows. But what Minho had whispered in your ear, confirming your intuition, was, "Nice to meet you. I think you should come home with me and Han tonight."

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You slipped out the conference room door before anyone else even had time to stand, tossing an excuse behind you. You ran to your office and grabbed your keys - you'd quickly decided to drive your own car to the restaurant, needing the time to gather your wits. In the lot you sat in your car, trying to chill for a few minutes, to get your head on straight. Were you just imagining this whole thing? Were they just bored, toying with the only female in the room? You chose to believe this and laughed at yourself for being so dumb. You could handle these guys and their little games, no problem. The short drive refreshed your resolve to make them happy that they chose your company, and you pulled into the restaurant parking lot just ahead of the limo.

The restaurant was dark and crowded, but your boss had reserved a large table in the back corner so your group was walked through immediately. You led the way, watching as the diners turned to gape at the insane amount of male hotness that was gliding past their tables. You went around the table and grabbed a chair with your back to the wall, pulling out the chair to the right of you for your boss. You can't explain how unsurprised you were when Han slid into it, smiling up at you with a nod of thanks. The exquisite scent of him made your stomach growl. You just knew you would turn and see Minho on the other side of you, and with mounting trepidation you decided not to look - just to sit. When a hand softly stroked your ass as you sat down, you knew for sure.

You felt the shoulder of an expensive jacket pressed against your left arm. It was tight at the table, but seemed particularly tight around you. Cautiously you stole a look to your left, and sure enough, Minho was looking right at you, a half-smile on his lips.

"Hi." His voice was silk dragged across your skin, raising chill bumps. 

"Hi," You whispered, unable to even make your voice work. You were drowning.

Suddenly Han put his arm around your shoulders in a jovial gesture, clowning to the group. "I'm so happy to be in America with my family, and our new partners. I know you will all take good care of us!" The boys cheered. Han graced you with a big smile, and then gave a cursory nod to your boss, who was digging into the bread and butter that was being set on the table. You smiled back at Han, nodding. The relief was momentary though - as soon as everyone was distracted by food, his smile dropped, and he looked at you intently. He handed you your glass, now full of celebratory champagne, and picked up his own to clink it against yours. "To new friends," he said in a low voice. "I hope we can get acquainted."

For the first bit of the dinner, as everyone studied the menu and ordered, your mood was lifted by the joviality of the group. They were witty and charming, even with your limited Korean language skills that was easy to see, though luckily they mostly spoke English. You tried hard to ignore the heat coming from either side of you; even though they laughed and joked with the others, they remained close to you, leaning into you a little harder with every passing moment. Hard shoulders and thighs pushing against yours, making you tremble. They continued to glance past you at each other with evil little smiles as they rocked slightly against you in tandem. Just when you began to feel too trapped, as if on cue, they both leaned away and plates of food were set in front of you. You took a deep breath of what felt like the only air you'd ever had and pushed back your chair, excusing yourself to the restroom.

You almost ran.

You pulled the restroom door shut behind you and leaned against it, trying to catch your breath. How had this all happened? What exactly was happening? And how did it happen so fast? Minho and Han were not just flirting now, they were making their intentions very plain. You were no prude, by any means; your tastes actually leaned toward the darker side usually - but here, you are a professional, a professional who has to work with these guys for weeks. It wasn't only irresponsible but downright stupid to have any kind of romantic or sexual involvement with clients, and until now you'd never even imagined putting your job at risk like that.

How could you extract yourself from this situation without pissing off 1/4th of your most important clients? And truthfully... did you want to? The wetness that was right now soaking through your panties was real. Your nipples were on fire and you were having a hard time concentrating. Your mind was clouded with confusion and... lust. That was the only way to describe it. You were afraid that if you didn't leave immediately, you were going to end up doing something you'd regret.

Resolutely, you turned tail and opened the door to head back to the table. You would grab your purse, make your excuses and go home. Mr. Tama would understand, and the boys would not even care, most likely. After all, they could pretty much pull tail all day long, anyone they wanted. You were no treasure, just a convenient target. You stepped out into the hallway, looking down, and ran head first into Lee Minho's chest.

"Oh my gosh. I am so sorry," you gasped, raising your eyes to his. His huge, liquid chocolate eyes. They were crinkled on the edges with what seemed to be a sweet smile.

"Please don't leave," he said. What?? How did he know - -

"I'm pretty sure you don't want to go. So just don't." You stepped back and he stepped forward, staying close, and continued that way until your back hit the wall. He put his hand on the bricks beside your head and smiled. Charming and creepy at once. How is it possible? You shivered. "I think you'll have a lot more fun with us than going home to a TV dinner. You haven't even touched..." with that word, he leaned in, whispering in your ear... "either one of us." Your brain broke. HAHA! Silly you, you thought he was going to say you hadn't touched your food.

You giggled madly, shaking your head. "I can't, Mr. Lee. I don't know what you expect to happen. We are business pa-" his lips pushed against yours, and your voice was stifled into a moan. He tasted like honey and champagne. You could not breathe. You didn't fight it, didn't want to, last thing you wanted to do. His kiss was deep, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you against himself firmly. The hardness and heat of his body against yours was breathtaking.

He stopped, pulling away just long enough to look at you. "I'm sorry. You wanted this, right?" He smiled, as cocky as anyone you'd ever seen. You couldn't decide if you wanted to slap him or kiss him again. "All you have to do is say no."

He kissed you again as the last word left his lips, softer this time, coaxing. It was too good, the perfect kiss, the best kiss you'd ever had, at least that you could remember, not that you could remember anything. Suddenly you knew. Your knees buckled and he let you go suddenly, stepping back with that superior grin. You slid down against the wall, your lips aching, not ready for the separation.

"See you at the table," he laughed.

Then he was gone and you were left alone with your sopping wet panties and more confusion than ever.

I can't do this. I can't, you thought wildly. I want to. But I can't. I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here right now. You stood, straightened yourself up, and fled.

Halfway to the door you remembered your purse, and briefly considered just leaving it and calling your boss to bring it to you later, but how? Your phone, your money, all there. You squeezed your eyes shut and your hands into fists. You have to go back. I'll grab it and leave. I'll tell them I'm sick. It wasn't just the client thing. It was the energy those two had. Determined, feverish, and in control. There's no telling what would happen to you if you sat back down between them.

That's what happened, though. Your boss immediately began questioning you when you got back to the table. "I was trying to tell them about The Place, but you've eaten there more recently. Didn't you say it was the best meal you've had in a long time? Nobody knows the restaurants around here like you, so why don't you give them the 411?"

Your boss was trying to be hip. They would have no idea what "the 411" was, being Korean and under 50. Your hand was on the back of your chair, your purse so close... but Chan was smiling at you, expectantly, as were the rest of the guys. Felix clapped his hands excitedly, and Hyunjin spoke up. "I love trying new restaurants... which are your favorites here?" You dropped your eyes to Han, scared to even look at Minho's beautiful face. Han's teasing smile was almost worse. Sexy as FUCK. He pulled your chair out, backing you up, and gestured. "Sit down and tell us!" You shook your head in resignation, then sat down between your dangerous destinies and began to talk.

You explained the nuances of the local restaurant scene as the men at the table continued their meals. Han and Minho were innocently cutting their steaks and eating, their small growls of appreciation as they tore into the meat making you shiver.

You tried to keep your head and not just start spewing gibberish. The guys asked questions, and you answered as best you could. After a few minutes, Han pointed at your plate. "You haven't even taken a bite! You should try it. Mine's really good." Almost as if in response, your stomach growled. Lee Know chuckled. He heard it, and you were pretty sure everyone else did too. Embarrassed, you picked up your fork and knife and started to cut your steak. "That's right, you need to get some meat in you," Han said almost under his breath, with a devilish smile. So proud of his terrible joke. "For strength, you know." You ate. You didn't even care that your hand was shaking as you brought the bites to your mouth - your goal was singular; to eat and get away before your body betrayed you further. Thank god sex organs don't growl.

That's when - at the same time, as if coordinated - you felt a hand softly placed on each of your knees.

You squeezed your thighs together for dear life, trying not to gasp out loud. The hands did not move, they just tightened their grip. You quickly looked sideways at Han. His eyebrow was raised, clearly questioning despite his slight but lascivious smirk, but you looked back down at your plate, focusing on your trembling knife.

You did not stop them.

Under the table, they very, very slowly began to pull your knees apart, Han pulling your right leg and Lee Know pulling your left, as they casually continued eating with their free hands. You fought it, trying desperately to keep your legs together, but you were no match for their strength. They slowly opened you, and once your knees were wide, those hands slid to the middle of your thighs.

Desperately you looked at Han, hoping he was the kinder of the two, but he just gave a little shake of his head and bit his lip, looking at you under heavy lids. It was somehow both scary and the sexiest thing you ever saw. You turned your head and saw Minho's stunning profile as he laughed at something someone said, then cut his eyes to you, his smile turning a little cruel. The table was in uproarious laughter at something I.N said, and Minho took the chance to lean over and whisper in your ear.

"Give in?"