prompt: A simple vacation car ride turned into a dangerous game of not getting caught for Taehyung and Jungkook as things get heated in the very back.
rating: 18+ MDNI
wc ── 2.3k
Sex - Cheat Codes (ft. Kris Kross Amsterdam)
— a/n: when this is posted, it’s gonna be my 2.0 BIRTHDAY!! YAYAYAYA WOOHOO EVERYONE CLAP N CHEER! If you don’t enjoy reading member x member then don’t read this (it’s entirely up to you n what you read btw), this was my first time writing someone getting head and see I ain’t that advanced yet so I tried my best with it but anywho I hope you enjoy this one babygirls 😈
theme: fear of getting caught (they do it in the car), car sex (cause I said so), smut with barely any plot, some korean words will be used (translation at the very bottom), stroking, hickeys, HEAD (CAUSE I SAID SO!), cock drunk, dirty talk, praise kink (atp i should make headcanons for it), nicknames (translation will be at the very bottom), namjin, lmk if I missed anything else.
The members were getting ready to pack for a trip to Florida, the car ride was going to be hella long but it’s worth it in the end. Only a few of the members were still packing, and by a few I mean Jin is the only one that has his luggage in the car.
While the others were busy packing, Jungkook decided it’d be a good time to tease Taehyung. He tiptoed into Tae’s room, Tae being oblivious had no idea that Jungkook was behind him. As Jungkook crept closer trying to be quiet, he ended up accidentally knocking over Tae’s phone which was charging.
“.. Shit!”
“Trying to scare me again Kookie?”
“Me? scare you? pfft! no way hyung! I just so happened to come in here and noticed your phone on the floor!”
“Mhmm so was that before or after you knocked my phone over?”
“I— I have no idea what you’re talking about hyung!”
Taehyung turned around to face Jungkook and leaned on his bed, “Sure you don’t koo.” jungkook’s face turned a little red, “Seriously hyung! your phone just happened to be on the floor when I walked in!” he nodded, “Try to be more sneaky next time m’kay?” he laughed as he saw Jungkook’s face turn into a pout.
“Poor kookie, always pouting.”
“I really thought I had you this time!”
“You’ll get me next time.”
“Yeah yeah..”
As Tae sat on his bed, he looked Jungkook up and down and smirked slightly. Jungkook bent down to pick up Tae’s phone and put it back on the table, he just so happened to glance up to find Taehyung staring at him.
“Whatcha starin at?”
“You.”
“You’re always staring at me hyung..”
“It’s not like you have a problem with it koo..”
Taehyung stopped leaning on his bed and stood up straight, walking over towards Jungkook. He grabbed Jungkook’s hand and slowly caressed his thumb across his hand.
As Taehyung continued to caress his hand, he managed to lock eyes with Jungkook. His eyes were the sweetest of dark brown, such an amazing color that looks great on his amazing boyfriend. They continued to admire each other before Jungkook moved closer to Tae. He glanced down at his lips before looking back up at him. This didn’t go unnoticed by Tae, he smirked slightly and gently moved his hands towards Jungkook’s waist.
“Ready for our trip?”
“Definitely! we’ve been needing to get away for a while.”
Taehyung nodded and hummed, leaning slightly closer to Jungkook, “Hyung what are you planning?” jungkook tilted his head slightly, “Me? plan something? I could never!” he looked at Taehyung and busted out into a laugh.
“You find this accusation funny?”
“I do, yeah!”
Without another word Taehyung picked up Jungkook, walked over to the bed and moved his suitcase to the side slightly and threw Jungkook on the free side of his bed. Jungkook let out another laugh, his cute giggles filled the room as Taehyung smiled slightly at the laugh. He then hopped onto the bed and hovered over Jungkook and looked down at him, “You’re so pretty y’know that?” jungkook nodded, “I’m well aware hyung.” he then lifted his arms up and swung them over Taehyung’s neck, causing Taehyung to move just inches closer to his face.
Taehyung leaned even closer to Jungkook, eventually whispering against his lips, “사랑해요 ..” before Jungkook could say anything Taehyung kissed him. Jungkook smiled against the kiss, their lips moved together in a slow sensual rhythm that spoke of soft love in between it.
As the kiss continued so did their breathing, it soon became ragged, leaving them breathless after every time they pulled apart.
They continued kissing until a loud voice spoke out, “Yah!! You two are supposed to be packing, not making out!” jin stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at them.
“Oh- Jin hyung! we didn’t see you there!”
“Why aren’t you two packing huh?”
“Well we uh kinda got distracted-!”
“Start packing or I'll get my slippers.”
Both Taehyung and Jungkook immediately got up and Taehyung started to pack again while Jungkook quickly ran into his room and finished packing.
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After setting their luggage near the trunk, Taehyung and Jungkook climbed into the car towards the very backseat and sat down.
“Yah!!! Joonie-ah, you made the luggage fall!”
“I was just trying to help with the luggage-”
Both Jimin and Hoseok turned back, “Jin hyung do you need help?” jin looked up and shook his head, “No Joonie-ah is going to help me fix it.” namjoon blinked a few times, “I am?” jin slowly turned towards him, “Do you really want to see me get angry, Joon?” namjoon immediately shook his head and picked up some of the luggage that dropped.
A few minutes later, Jin and Namjoon get in the car with Jin sitting in the driver seat and Namjoon in the passenger, “So when can I drive?” jin side eyes him, “You’ll make us crash Joonie.” namjoon put his seatbelt on, “I wouldn’t! I’d be so careful!” jin started the engine, grabbed his seatbelt and clicked it into place.
The car started as Jin started to drive off, beginning their long drive to Florida.
“We’ll stop for bathroom breaks in a few hours!”
“Okay hyung!”
Jin nodded as everyone answered and continued to drive, focusing on the road.
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A few hours have passed with Jin and Namjoon focusing on the road, Hoseok listening to music, Yoongi sleeping on Jimin’s shoulder, Jimin listening to music and Taehyung and Jungkook? they’re in the back eye fucking each other, acting oh so innocent.
They both glanced to the middle seat and then the very front, nobody’s paying attention to them. Taehyung glanced at Jungkook and looked away as soon as Jungkook looked at him.
“So . . are you excited to be sharing a room together?”
“. . mhm.”
“Good.”
They both went silent with Jungkook glancing at his phone and Taehyung looking out the window. An idea pops up into Jungkook’s head which can never be good especially when he has that dumbass smirk on his face. A slight smirk creeps up to Jungkook’s face as he puts his phone down and innocently moves his hand over Taehyung’s clothed cock, causing Tae to immediately turn his head over to Jungkook.
“W-what are you doing ..?”
“Me? I’m not doing anything hyung.”
Jungkook’s smirk grows a bit wider as Taehyung looks at him. He then tries to move his hand away but Jungkook is very stubborn especially when it comes to teasing his boyfriend.
“Hyung ..”
“Hm?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“What is it?”
“Spread your legs and try not to make so much noise, yeah?”
Taehyung tilts his head in confusion but his eyes quickly widen as he sees Jungkook unbuckling his belt but Tae just watches him, he doesn’t even move to stop him. Taehyung tilts his head back against the seat as Jungkook unzips his pants and pulls them down, pooling just below his knees.
“자기야, 제발 이러지 마 ..”
With one swift motion Jungkook grabs onto the lace of Tae’s boxers and slowly pulls them down.
“J- just pull them down 자기야 already ..”
“As you wish.”
With a harsh tug, Jungkook pulled down Taehyung’s boxers, causing him to gasp as the slightly cold air hit his cock.
“Tae-ah, are you alright?”
Taehyung’s eyes widened as he quickly looked down at Jungkook, “Act normal ..” he nodded and looked back up, “Yeah I’m fine Jin hyung .. just a little cold back here is all.” jin nodded and adjusted the car heat, turning it to a slightly warmer temperature, “I turned up the heat a bit, it should be warm back there soon.” taehyung nodded and jolted slightly, as he felt Jungkook tug on his cock.
What did Jungkook do perhaps? he smirked and continued tugging, causing little noises to escape from Tae’s mouth.
“자기야 ..”
Taehyung tilted his head all the way back, eyes closed, opening his mouth slightly but nothing came out. Jungkook looked up at Tae, “Don’t make so much noise m’kay?” taehyung quickly nodded and shifted in his seat so that he sank down slightly.
Jungkook scoots down slightly and takes Taehyung’s cock in his mouth. Taehyung’s mouth opens slightly as he lifts his hands and grips Jungkook’s hair, causing Jungkook to take more cock into his mouth.
Jungkook sank his mouth deeper, taking even more of Tae’s cock into his mouth. On the other hand, Taehyung has covered his mouth, to suppress any noise that may come out.
Taehyung sunk down to the car floor just a bit more as he used his free hand to grip Jungkook’s hair tighter, “아기 please ..” his eyes fluttered slightly, jungkook looked up at him and smirked against his cock as he lifted his head up slowly to pull out, but as he did his tongue licked its way up and out of his mouth with a small pop.
Jungkook then pressed his lips gently on Taehyung’s tip, causing another Taehyung to bite his lip. Taehyung adjusted himself slightly, trying to calm down from the stimulation when suddenly Jungkook grabbed Tae’s waist and pinned it down to the seat as he hovered oh so close to him.
“W-what are —”
“Shhh … they won’t know unless you keep quiet ..”
“B-but —”
“Nobody has to know .. just keep quiet hyung and If you can’t then I’ll make sure of it..”
Taehyung nodded and watched as Jungkook unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down, “We have to be quick about this ..” jungkook then pulled his pants along with his boxers down, exposing his already soaking cock to his boyfriend beneath him.
Taehyung nodded and watched as Jungkook unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down, “We have to be quick about this ..” jungkook then pulled his pants along with his boxers down, exposing his already soaking cock to his boyfriend beneath him.
Jungkook leaned down to Tae’s face and started to kiss him. His hands traveled all along his body, his hands found the hem of his shirt and pushed it up slightly to reveal his abs and belly button.
“My pretty boy ..”
Taehyung’s moaning was muffled by Jungkook’s lips, as his moans got louder the deeper Jungkook kissed him.
“We’re gonna get caught koo ..”
“Not If we’re quiet enough…”
“Koo —”
Jungkook kissed Taehyung again, their tongues in a dance to fight for dominance. He gripped Taehyung’s hips and turned him over, with Taehyung’s ass rubbing up against Jungkook’s cock.
“Spread your legs ..”
“Jungkook —”
“Be a good boy and spread them or I will.”
Without any more hesitation, Taehyung spread his legs as far as the seat would let him, which wasn’t far.
“I can’t promise I’ll be gentle ..”
“이제 좀 해.”
Without another word, Jungkook aligned his cock, his tip pressed right up against his crack. He slowly pushed in, panting softly as Taehyung shifted slightly.
“Don’t move.”
Taehyung stopped moving, his eyes shut tightly as Jungkook pushed deeper inside of him. He bit his lip to suppress a moan from slipping, Jungkook smirked and snaked his arm around Taehyung’s waist and pulled him back against his chest.
Jungkook’s breathing got heavier with every thrust, “You like that huh?” he started leaving hickeys all over Tae’s back and his nape.
“D- don’t stop koo .. please…”
“You’re gonna take all of it, all of what I give you .. I’ll make it good for both of us ..”
Jungkook’s thrust became more erotic as he slightly sped up, occasionally glancing up, looking at the others. Jin and Namjoon are still focused on the road while Yoongi is still asleep, Hoseok is now asleep, and Jimin is slowly falling asleep.
He looked back down to Tae, the man beneath him struggling to keep his sounds quiet. Jungkook used his free hand and reached in front of Taehyung down to his cock, firmly grabbing it, and stroking it a few times.
Jungkook thrusts sped up slightly faster and so did the stroking.
“That’s it .. feel it with me …”
“자기야 .. I’m g- gonna —”
Jungkook stroked faster and thrusted faster, causing Taehyung to let out a tiny whimper.
“T- they’re gonna catch us ..”
“Let them.”
“P- please …”
“Please what hm?”
“Koo please..”
“Use your words 아기 …”
“Please let me cum..”
“Let you? If we weren’t in this car right now .. I’d make you beg for it … but I’ll be nice this time.”
With a final few thrusts, hot sticky cum spilled into Taehyung’s ass, making him bite his lip even harder. A minute or so later, Taehyung’s sticky cum spilled out of him and onto the seat.
“S- shit.”
Jungkook carefully pulled out of Taehyung, a trail of cum following his cock as he pulled out. He glances up and then looks around for some tissues to clean them both up. Luckily, there were some in the back with them, Jungkook quickly grabbed the tissues and took some out and gently wiped Tae’s leaking ass and then wiped his sensitive cock.
Taehyung carefully sat up and started to fix his clothes, while he was doing that Jungkook wiped the mess that Tae made on the seat. Jungkook eventually sat up and fixed his own clothes, grabbing the used tissues and balling them up into a ball and throwing it into a nearby bag.
They both looked at each other and smiled slyly, the silence was broken by Jin glancing in the rear view mirror, “You two were awfully quiet back there .. what were you doing?” they both looked at each other and looked at Jin, “Sleeping.” jin nodded and looked back towards the road, “You both love sleeping huh?” taehyung nodded.
“This is going to be a long ride.”
“Mhm.”
Taehyung glanced at Jungkook and then turned his head towards him, “Hey .. when we get to the hotel… wanna go for round two?” jungkook looked at him and smirked slightly, “I thought you’d never ask!” jin glanced back at them, “What was that?” jungkook shook his head, “Nothing hyung!” he side eyes them, “Mhm sure it isn’t.” both Taehyung and Jungkook turned to each other and laughed.
This was going to be one hell of a trip, that’s for sure.
warnings (this part): age gap (10 years, readers 18, he’s 28), masturbation (v brief), loads of smut in the next chapter hold ye horses, yandere (? he’s very obsessed with her and her innocence lol), hints towards previous abuse, distant father figure, the messed up society of 19th century britain, biscuits.
part summary: taehyung wasn't looking forward to the isolation of his fathers manor, when you knock his door, that isolation is shattered, he has a new obsession. When taehyung visits your father to introduce himself as his a new neighbor, he makes you an offer you just can not decline.
words: 4.4k
series summary: your isolated manor house has nothing interesting going on. but when the abandoned manor near to yours has a new occupant, things change. taehyung is obsessed with you from the day you first knock his door. he’d do anything for you, even if it meant going against your father’s wishes, even if it meant you losing something very important to your future marriage on the way, something that would force your fathers hand.
part one part two part three masterlist
explanation of the title: a literacy genre where fictional characters are often isolated and alone living in a country house.
A/N: i’ve been so excited to post this, then suddenly, min yoongi decides to post a picture with the same vibes... least to say I changed some names around to better suit next chapters 😫😫 he will be appearing more than once in this story. this hasn’t been proof read by anyone but me so sorry about that 😶🌫️ i love reader so much i just want to protect her 🥺 also the writing on the banner is jane austens writing, what a queen. I did try and copy the speaking of the time a little but I think I failed 😀
“A ball?” you ask, hope filling every inch of your heart, you’d never been to a ball, you were dying to go “Oh, father, we must go” It had been over two months since you’d properly left the house, and that had only been to the local market. You could only paint the garden so many times before going mad.
“We won’t be going to Min Yoongi’s ball” he replies, not looking up from the letter he’s holding. He sounds so resigned you wonder if he even heard you.
“But father-” you begin, hoping to say your piece to him.
“No Y/N” his answer is blunt, you know it was final; there's no point arguing with him when he’s in one of these moods, it will only end with you getting hurt.
“Okay”. This had been the third ball invitation this week and the third rejection from your father. You sigh. How were you ever to find a husband if you didn’t socialise? All the rich men would have found young brides now, and you, at the age of 18 would be seen as too old. The two of you stand in awkward silence for a while as he flips through his letters.
“Someone is making residence in the manor beyond the brook.” he tells you, licking his finger to separate two pieces of paper from each other.
“Really?” you ask. “I hope it’s a family, I would love a friend so close!”
“It’s a single man, according to the Park family, they are acquaintances with him in London.”
“London!?” you exclaim, you had been disappointed by the lack of friends the move in would bring but a new excitement had begun with the aspect of the man being from London. You had so many questions about the place. It was another world to you. “When does he move in?”
“You must not bombard him with your incessant questions.” he complains, wiggling a finger at you without looking up at you.
“I only wish to make him a cake, or maybe some biscuits” you admit, trying to lace honesty into your voice.
Your father sighs, putting down his papers and turning to you. “The 10th”
“But father, that is today!” you think he’s playing with you. “Don’t be mean”
“Read the letter if you do not believe your own father.”
The letter did in fact say the 10th. You’re almost jumping on your feet, but that would be impolite so instead you pull the letter, signed by the park jimin your father had always spoken about to your chest. “What great news” you say, trying to hide the excitement in your voice. “If you don’t mind, father, I will begin to make biscuits for him now”
“Do as you please” he replies, not really listening, still flicking through the pages in front of him. Curtsying you leave the room, the letter balled up in your fist. You make a bee-line for the kitchen, you’d get Annie to put the oven on straight away.
***
Taehyung had been hesitant to move back to the country. When his father had died 4 years ago he’d left his childhood home in his inheritance. Taehyung had decided that after so long it was time to return home after nearly 10 years in London. Home was a loose term. The manor had been miss kept, the garden overgrown, the surfaces dusty. Upon his early morning entrance to the house he had been ushered in by an elderly maid, Victoria was her name, he only vaguely remembered her. Apparently, he'd been paying her a monthly wage to maintain the place since his father had died. She hadn't been doing a too-great job. Though he was grateful that the house wasn't entirely empty when he arrived. Victoria had made him tea, lit his fire and explained to him that she was happy someone was living in the house again. She left, explaining she lived in the town across and had a family now. He granted her a smile as she went.
With the door locked shut and Victoria gone the only sound the house offered was the low snapping and crackling of the flames. It was so different to London, there was always something going on, someone coming to visit him, a servant cleaning or, even in the silent moments, the sound of the street at the end of his carriage-way. He missed it already.
Yet the quiet of the house offered an odd privacy and an odd tranquility that he had missed. It dawned on him that he could do anything here and the only witness would be the flames of this fire and the wildflowers that had overtaken the garden. It gave him a sense of freedom.
Leaning back in his chair, cup of tea in one hand the other lying across his thigh. He relaxed in the blissful, slightly creepy, silence until the door knocked. He sighs. Maybe he wasn't as isolated as he thought. Nearly forgetting that no one is here to open the door for him as he had been so used to in London he quickly shoots from his chair. For a moment he struggled to open the front door, Victoria had locked him in it seemed.
"Give me a moment!" he shouts, hoping his visitor hasn't already left.
He finds a key hanging from one of the plant pots. What an odd place. The door unlocks with relative ease and as he pulls it open he peeks his head around the door.
A teenager. He has opened the door to an unaccompanied female teenager who seems to have a box of biscuits. "Good Evening" she curtsies, the too small corset she's wearing almost over spilling her breasts. He gulps. "I live in the manor across the brook" she explains to him, he can hear the unease in her voice. The naivety and innocence. "I brought you biscuits."
She extends the box to him at arms length, squeezing her breasts together in the process. Was she doing this on purpose? "Thank you," he smiles, taking the box from her. "Would you like to come in?" When she nods he pulls the door open entirely, displaying the very dusty entryway. "Do excuse the disorder, as you can imagine it hasn't been well looked after"
"I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't said" she admits, purposely keeping her eyes away from the dust. He appreciates the small action. She scans the reception hall, obviously waiting for him to lead her through to a social area. "My name is Y/N" she tells him as he leads her into the living area. When he doesn’t immediately reply she asks, "Would it be impolite to ask yours?"
She's oddly quiet, he probably wouldn't have heard her voice if he were in the hustle of London "Taehyung" he replies. "My father used to own this manor. He died four years ago, would you have known him?"
"I would have been 14 then, with little consideration of what was going on around me" Y/N replies. "I am sorry for your loss"
She was 18. Many questions filled his head. "Is your father a respectable man?" He asks her. "Is that whom you live with?"
"Oh, yes, as respectable as yours once was I should imagine" she replies, he turns to look at her, a little blush covers her cheeks.
"Then you would have been in London for the season this year" he asks, wondering if he had ever crossed paths with her.
"I have never been to London," she replies. "Though, I have heard it is exquisite."
An Eighteen year-old who has never seen London. "Then you must have an arranged marriage with a local man. I hope that is going well for you"
There is a pause between his statement and her reply. "My father does not have time to threat over my marital arrangements"
He is shocked, he had not heard of such a scandalous thing in his life. He feels sorry for her. Puzzled, he leads her into the living room where she gently sits down on a sofa he desperately hopes is not dusty. When no little particles rise to meet the sun he assumes he is safe. "I assume you'd like one of these biscuits" he asks her, turning around to place them on the small, delicately decorated table. When he turned around she'd moved, as quietly as a mouse, to the fireplace. Her dress was so close to the flames. Y/N's attention does not seem to be upon the fire though but more towards the painting placed above him.
"This is not an appropriate place for such a lovely painting." she turns to him. Instinctively he walks up beside her, looking at the painting. "The heat will ruin the watercolour"
There's a pout on her lips, this was obviously something she was very passionate about. "This is Thomas Girtin" she comments, reaching out and ghosting the frame of the painting with her fingers, above her finger is the signature of this Thomas Girtin. "It is a rare and expensive piece."
Taehyung is no longer staring at the painting but rather at her. He was surprised at her confidence to come into a strangers house and advise them on both the placement of their paintings and the stupidly of it. He smirks. "I'll have it moved at soon as possible, Miss Y/N. I am sure it will look a lot nicer in your premises"
"No, sir" she exclaims, stepping back from the painting and turning to look at him. "That is not what my intentions were when telling you about this piece."
"Perhaps it will persuade you to bring me more of those biscuits," Taehyung replies. He thought of his moment on the chair earlier, when he had the small epiphany of the freedom this house would bring him, how he could get away with anything. He places a hand on the small of her back and leads her back towards the front door. Grabbing two biscuits on his way past and passing one to her. With the hand on her back, she seems to have silenced a bit. "It's nearly dark, I would like to walk you back across the brook."
"You do too much, Sir. I grew up here. I know quite well my way across the brook" Y/N defends. Taehyung is adamant as he places his boots on, and his overcoat.
"So did I. I insist" he replies. "I left only 10 years ago, at your age. I'm sure I will find my way back quite safely." She doesn't reply, just stands in front of him with her arms crossed. "If you'd had a season in London you'd know well this is what a true gentleman is supposed to do."
She blushes at the mention of a season in London. It only gives Taehyung an inflated feeling of power. It is clear that this young woman had no idea how to navigate herself around men, or perhaps other humans. She was as isolated as he was when he had lived in this place. He felt an unwelcome feeling of wanting to show her everything.
***
Taehyung had, clearly, known his way around the grounds of both his and your land. As he left you at the bottom of the steps to your mansion, offering you a little smile and a wave as you climbed the steps, he had mentioned something about the biscuits running out soon, his maid had family and once he had shared with them, he'd need more in at least two days' time. You reached the top, turning to see if he'd moved away, he had not. He bows and you curtsy before you slip into the warmth of your home.
As soon as you close the door you place your back against it, as if to block him out. That was not what you had imagined him to look like, you had expected a man in his early forties, perhaps a similar age to your father. You had not expected a young man, a man who's waistcoat fit snugly around his figure, a man who had beautiful fluffy hair. With eyes as dark as the chocolate you so rarely had. Your heart had been beating too fast the whole time you were there, that's what happened to all the women in the books you read when they loved someone, but surely that was over dramatic? Too soon? You wished you had someone to ask but it was just you and your father here now and you doubted he had the answer to this.
The real problem did not lie in your beating heart, nor in the new strange emotion you felt but rather in the fact that when he had asked you if you'd bring more biscuits, you'd said you could bring some the very next day. And after all of that, you hadn't asked him a single question about London. Sighing, you make sure your door is locked before heading up to your chamber. The rest of the house is dead quiet, you can’t bring yourself to care anyways. You didn’t particularly want to see your father. You'd get up early in the morning and make more biscuits.
***
When Taehyung woke up the next morning he realised two things.
that it would be rude of him to not go introduce himself to Y/N's father, they were neighbors now after all.
that he had some very interesting dreams last night and the majority of them involved Y/N. He had woken up with a very prominent erection. He would need to see her again and soon.
He sat up in bed, having disregarded the bedclothes last night. He was alone, it wasn't like there was a risk of being indecent, plus he'd needed to touch himself. Taehyung could see his reflection in the mirror opposite the bed. Whilst looking at himself he wonders if she'd be able to handle the size of him. He places his hand around his dick, dragging it up and down in a loose grip- pretending his hand is Y/N. He assumes she is a virgin - only tightening his grip with this thought. He tries to imagine how she'd sound, but that's something he won't be able to tell until the moment comes, he would make that moment happen, he'd do anything to insure it. What would he have to do, and to what extent, to make Y/N his? The movement of his hand along his dick is almost painful now. Balls tightening more and more with every thrust his hips make into his hand. He cums, shooting white liquid up his stomach. It runs through the valley of his abdominal muscles like a river between two mountains. He would never look at Y/N the same again. In less than an hour he would be introducing himself to her father with the traces of his cum on his stomach the thought of it oddly turned him on. Instead, he headed for the bathroom where he would wash it off. There were times for such things and they weren't for when he was introducing himself to an elder.
***
An hour after you'd baked the biscuits you were standing in your chamber, paintbrush between your teeth, painting a figure into one of your old landscape photos of the house across the brook. You hated to admit that the figure was Taehyung, but it only made sense, you hadn't stopped thinking of him.
You step back from the painting, wondering what it was that was missing exactly. There was Taehyung in his blue overcoat as he had been yesterday. It doesn’t seem enough. You can hardly tell it's him in the picture but if you had studied his figure, as you had plenty of times in the hour you had with him, you would know it was him.
There's a knocking at the door downstairs, it echoes around the whole mansion like the chiming of bells. Climbing over the pots and brushes you have thrown across your room, you hang your head from the open window. From this angle you can't see the front door but you can see the carriage drive. It's empty. Who would visit who didn't have a carriage?
Not caring much about your paint splattered dress you step from your room. Vaguely aware of the paint on your face, you choose to ignore it as you race down the stairs. At the door is your father, who is just opening it as you make it to the landing. However you're much more interested in what's behind the door. Your father obviously doesn't connect the dots as he sees the young man standing at the top of your steps. You, however, become much more worried about the current state of your appearance. "Good morning sir, I'm Kim Taehyung"
Your father stares at him blankly as Taehyung offers his hand to shake. "The new gentleman across the brook?" He asks. Nodding Taehyung smiles at your father, perfectly white teeth on show. From where you're standing he can't seem to see you. You debate running back upstairs before your father lets him in. But you're too late, your father's shaking his hand and pulling him through the door at the same time. There's no hiding now. "My God Y/N!" your father exclaims at seeing you. "I told you not to wear such disgraceful garments out of your room! you'll have to excuse her" he turns to Taehyung, "she's not very well socialised."
You blush, Taehyung must notice you backing away. "It's really not a worry sir, I am already acquaintances with your daughter, she brought me biscuits yesterday evening, I suppose under your instructions"
If your father was to take credit for your ideas, you would have cried, instead your father explodes "I did not advise such an act! I apologise for her rogue mannerisms." You knew he had not been listening to you yesterday. As the pair walk past the bottom of the stairs, therefore past you, Taehyung rolls his eyes and then winks at you.
"I very much enjoyed the biscuits" he announces, it's a response to your father, but he's looking at you as he says it. Tickling erupts on the inside of your stomach. You place a hand on it, having never felt this feeling before. Taehyung watches your hand as it lands on your abdomen. You don't understand why but he's smirking as he follows your father into the study. It dawns upon you that you do not have a great understanding of the outside world nor the feelings that Taehyung has brung with it. The two men disappear behind the study door, and you run over to place your ear to the key-hole.
“Does she paint?” he asks your father, why this isn’t a question he can just ask you is unbeknownst to you.
“I believe so” your father mumbles, the topic of his daughter seems to put him in a foul mood.
“You believe so?” Taehyung sounds upset, as if the response he had received wasn’t enough.
“There becomes a stage in a man's life when he stops caring about the women around him. He stops caring about silly things like paintings. You understand me don’t you.”
“I don’t believe I do, sir,” Taehyung replies. There's a harshness to his voice you had yet to have heard. You bring a hand up to cover the huff of surprise your mouth admits. If you were to talk back to your father like that you’d be slapped and denied food for a day. When your father doesn’t reply Taehyung continues. “I would like to view her paintings if you would permit it.”
“Of course,” Your father replies, annoyed. Then he asks Taehyung a question using so many business words you give up trying to listen to their conversation and focus more, or panic more, on the fact Taehyung was coming to view your paintings. There seems to be no other option than to sprint up the stairs and at least try to tidy it up a little.
You’re in the middle of stuffing an old awful painting under your bed when the door knocks. “Give me a moment father and I’ll be out!” you shout, trying to be oblivious after eavesdropping.
“It’s Taehyung,” he replies. “May I come in”
You pause before answering. You could probably tell him to go away and he would. “Oh! Come in!” You’re up from under your bed now. Currently the main painting on display was the one with him in, you figured that he wouldn’t have looked in a mirror long enough to tell that it was his figure anyway. It was still slightly embarrassing. The door knob twisted and he filled the doorway with his figure.
“This is your chamber and workroom?!” was the first thing he asked, you blush, embarrassed both with the fact he was in the only place you stood naked each night, and that he was judging your way of life.
“It’s not ideal.” you reply, deciding to go for the truth. “I tried painting in the parlor but father was not best pleased.”
He nods his head but doesn’t reply to you, beginning to walk around your room of paintings. Wildflowers. Your father at his desk. A deer in snow. The view of the fields beyond from your window. You're shaking. Stopping at the painting you were most dreading, he tilts his head.
“Are they...” he pauses and his lip curves to the side, “kissing?”
"Um" you begin. "Is it off?" no longer caring that it's him and more concerned with your painting. "Her neck is at the wrong angle isn't it!" you exclaim, you're next to him now contemplating the painting together, as you had done with the portrait over his fireplace. This had been one of your very first paintings of people, you’d read from a men's guide to kissing that you had brought from one of the second hand stores in the town. It was the best you could do, you’d never seen two people kiss before.
Taehyung moves on from that painting to the next, your most recent painting, the one with him in it. You daren’t look at him to see his reaction, instead you wipe a little paint off the bottom of the frame, hoping to distract him from, well, himself.
“I like this one” he smiles, “though I think it's missing something”
You’re too scared to reply to him so instead you just nod your head. It’s funny how he thought the same as you. “You capture the house really well, and the blue of my coat.”
Hands shaking you go to apologise to him. It wasn’t fair of you to paint him without his permission, but he’s moving back to the kissing scene again. Following behind him like a shadow you both end up staring at the painting. You’re aware of him looking at you from the corner of his eye. Your breath catches in your throat. Down the stairs you can hear your father moving about in his study. The rest of the house seems to be in an anxious science, holding its breath, as if it expects something to happen. Do you expect something to happen? He fully turns to you, his focus no longer on the painting, placing one of his hands on your shoulder. Your body freezes, though warmth spreads down your arm and into your body where his hand touches your dress. “Taehyung?” you're aware that your voice sounds so quiet in the greatness of the room.
He pushes your shoulder slightly so you’re facing him. The whole room blurs and it's only him that you can see. He's like an angel sent from God, his bright light blinds you. “I could show you, Y/N”
Show you what? There's so much in this world that you want to see, want to experience. “Show me what?” you ask him, your brain is too innocent, too behind to pick up on what Taehyung really means.
“How to kiss, then after that” he pauses, looking at his small figure in the picture behind you. “I could show you anything” lessening the grip he has on your shoulders. You feel no pressure in your answer, you could say no, he’s so close to you.
“I’d like that” you reply, your mouth staying slightly agape at the eagerness in your tone, you hadn’t realised you were so keen. Smiling, Taehyung brings his thumb up to his mouth, he runs it between his lips, as if to wet them with his spit, then he’s bringing it to your face. This wasn’t how you imagined a kiss to be and, instinctively, step back.
“Don’t worry Y/N, this isn’t a kiss, I am wiping paint off your cheek” his thumb makes contact with your skin and a blush rushes up to your cheeks. Why were you so responsive to his touch? “I won’t kiss you today”
Your lip sticks out in immediate disappointment, “I want you to think on it more” he admits. “You only get one first kiss.”
“How long do I have to think about it?” you ask, you were hit by the insufferable feeling of being so naïve, so behind where you should be in the experience of your life, that it was embarrassing. You’re sure a kiss will solve this. You’re sure Taehyung will solve this.
“Tomorrow” he has removed his thumb from your cheek now, but his other hand is caressing your face. He runs slow circles between your eye and your hair and, nature guiding you, you lean into his touch further. This, you realise, is what intimacy was. You had once read the definition in a dictionary
close familiarity or friendship.
When you had first read it, you had realised that you had never had any intimacy with anyone. It was as foreign to you as flying was to a dog, or walking was to a baby. Your eyes are wide in shock, your legs only just holding your weight up. Taehyung is smiling at you softly when he removes his hand. Your body is as attached to this area of your floor as a tree to soil. “I suppose I’ll see you tomorrow” he steps over a paint brush and pot, you want to stop him but your tongue has been stolen from you. He’s at your door now, pulling it shut behind him. He’s hidden behind the near closed door when he softly says “I’ll show you everything, Y/N”
Summary: Your best friend, Hannah, drags you to the club on Valentine’s Day to show off how well and better off you’re doing after your breakup with Taehyung. Except you haven’t seen him in a year and, unfortunately, he still has a hold over you.
Warnings: Language, drinking, Tae’s a bit toxic, oral (f receiving).
Rating: M/18+
AN: This is part of The Heartbroken Society Collab! Thank you to @playmetheclassics for betaing/editing/being amazing. Banner and divider by the babes @classicscreations Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Remember you’re amazing and loved, and if you don’t have a valentine, but want one, I’ll gladly be yours. Come get your kisses and hugs. 💜
and yes the title is off All Time Low's Dancing With A Wolf
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“You look hot.”
“For once, I think I’m going to agree with you.” You turn around, head turning back to look at your backside in the mirror. The black bodycon dress stops mere inches below your ass. You will not be sitting tonight.
“No, but really,” your best friend, Hannah, sits on your bed, openly gawking at your body. “This is a perfect revenge dress. Princess Diana, who?”
You smirk, running your hands against the sides of the dress before running along the parts of your body you’ve grown to like more and more recently.
You did a lot of learning how to love yourself recently after your breakup with Taehyung. It wasn’t ever that he made you feel like you weren’t attractive. You just felt invisible sometimes next to him. Like you had to stand just out of the spotlight to let him shine.
Now that you had your own spotlight, you could be who you wanted. You gained more confidence in your body and you as a person. You learned to make decisions for yourself, learning to say no when you don’t want to do something and not feel guilty after.
You moved in with your best friend, who was thrilled at the idea of repeating your college dorm life. You got a job promotion, and everything just seemed to be working out for you.
Except your heart was still cracked in a few places from Taehyung.
You head to your dresser, putting some earrings in before grabbing two necklaces and holding them up to Hannah.
“Doubt he’ll care, though. Isn’t he bringing whatshername?”
“Nara? He dumped her.” She points at the necklace on the right. You toss the left one back on the dresser to put the winning one on. “But Jimin said he is still bringing someone. I don't know who. Probably a girl he met at work a few hours ago.”
You ignore the snide comment about your ex, your silly curiosity getting the best of you.
“Wait. Why’d he dump her? Judging from Instagram, they were all about each other.” You grimace at your own words, instead grabbing a bunch of rings and putting them on the bed for Hannah to help choose from.
“Were you stalking his socials?” Hannah’s eyebrows raise at your accidental confession.
“…once or twice.”
“y/n! No! Bad! You’re not supposed to do that!”
“Well, I’m sorry! We were together for four years! Am I just supposed to forget and move on?”
“YES!”
“Then why the revenge dress?! This makes no sense, Hannah!”
“I…good point.” She crosses her arms, trying to bullshit a reason. After a second, her arms uncross, and she picks up three rings, putting them on your fingers and moving them around before deciding a final placement.
“Listen, y/n. He ended the relationship with you, right?”
You nod.
“And before that, he was a shitty boyfriend, right?”
You’re hesitant to nod.
“Right?” Her tone changes, and you nod, not wanting to argue.
“The way I see it, you have every right to move the fuck on and be a better you. He’s an idiot for ending things. He’s an idiot for not treating you right. Going to this Valentine’s Day party is just to show him that you’re better off without him.”
“I guess…”
“No. Not I guess. Fucking own it, babe. You’re hot. You have a better-paying position at work. You don’t tolerate bullshit anymore. I love this version of you. If you had a dick, I’d suck it right now.”
“Good lord, your mouth spews such nonsense sometimes.”
“Admit it. You love it. And you’d let me suck your dick.”
You glare at her as she cackles, laying back on your bed.
“You should get laid tonight. Just a good rebound fuck, nothing serious. Let some random guy worship that killer body.”
“Hannah, I haven’t had a one-night stand since college. And all I know now is Taehyung. I don’t even know how to flirt anymore!” You grab your shoes, some very tall stilettos that you know will make your feet hurt tomorrow but do wonders for your legs and ass.
“Wait. Has flirting changed since college? Do people still offer to buy drinks? If someone offers to buy me one, is there a price limit? Because if someone buys my alcohol, I want the good shit. Like, give me the good whiskey. None of that cheap bullshit.”
“y/n. Baby. Calm down.” She laughs, standing in front of you once your shoes are on and grabs your arms.
“Flirting has not changed. Men are still horrible with pickup lines. There’s no price limit on drinks. If there is, they’re stingy and not worth it. A good fuck won’t give a shit about the price because they only care about only one thing.”
“Good conversation about politics, environmentalism, and how unethical major corporations are?” You smile as if that’s the correct answer, loving the glare she gives you.
“No, you dingus. They care about shoving their cock so deep in your pussy that you call him daddy.”
“I don’t see how that results in me calling him daddy.”
She drops her arms and lowers her head in defeat.
“I don’t know how Taehyung ever dealt with your brattiness, but damn I hope you find someone who can tonight because lord knows I can’t.” She shakes her head, walking out of your room.
“But I thought you wanted to suck my dick!” You shout from your spot, a grin plastered on your face.
“Not anymore! You talk too much! Don’t do that at the party!” She shouts back in annoyance. You look back in the mirror, admiring your entire outfit and smile.
Fuck it.
You look great, and free alcohol is excellent.
You deserve to get fucked tonight.
You grab your coat and rush out the door with your best friend.
The club is packed tonight. People filling up every inch of the place. You’re almost positive it’s over capacity. You walk with Hannah, hand in hand, past the line of waiting patrons and head straight to the front door. You can feel the glares at you both, but ignore them when Hannah greets the security guard.
“Helllooooo, Namjoon. How’s work tonight?”
“Miserable.” He replies, stoneface.
“How many couples breaking up have you seen so far?” You ask, knowing that watching drama unfold is secretly his favorite part of his job.
“Four.” He replies sheepishly and you both grin.
“Any juicy details?” Hannah leans forward, ready for the gossip, but Namjoon shakes his head.
“Later. Did Yoongi put you two on the list?” He asks, not expecting an answer as he pulls a clipboard from behind a little podium. His eyes run up and down the sheet before flipping it over.
“There you are. Alright, you two can head in.”
The two of you grin wide, skipping past Namjoon when he unhooks the velvet rope to let you in. You hear the faint complaints from the patrons in line, but it’s quickly covered by the sound of the music inside, the thumping bass feeling like it’s inside you. You love it and hate it.
Hannah drags you to the bar, where you two find Jungkook tending to customers.
“JK!!!” You both yell, grabbing his attention from the girl at the end of the bar with a very low-cut crop top. He’s almost annoyed until he sees the two of you, promptly excusing himself from a potential hookup to come to the other side of the bar.
“Hey, beautiful.” He grins at Hannah before turning to you, wide eyes wandering up and down your body. “And hello. Who are you, and what have you done with y/n?”
“I feel like I should be offended.” You narrow your eyes at him, and he beams.
“Absolutely not. This y/n is sexy as hell. I love it.”
“Well, thank you. Don’t expect her to stay for long though, this y/n is too much effort.” You say, placing your jacket on one of the stools before sitting down at the same time as Hannah.
You love Jungkook. You’ve known him as long as you’ve known Hannah. The three of you clicked instantly in college and have been inseparable since. He’s one of the sweetest guys you’ve ever met. If it wasn’t for Taehyung walking into the school library and talking to you for the first time, you could have seen a time where you would’ve asked Jungkook out.
“Well. I feel honored to see it tonight. So what will it be, ladies? The first one’s on me in honor of Valentine’s Day.”
You and Hannah share a look before looking back at Jungkook, twin wicked grins directed at him.
“You want the good whiskey, don’t you?”
“You offered, Kookie.” You shrug, Hannah smirking next to you.
“Aish, shouldn’t have said that. Okay. But only because it’s Valentine’s Day, and you’re dressed like a fucking sin.”
“Thank you, JK. We looooove you.” You say it unison, laughing when he walks away to get good stuff.
“I’ll help him get that girl he was talking to as a thank you,” Hannah whispers in your ear and you ignore the weird sting near your heart.
She hops down from her seat, finding her way behind the bar to shove her coat and wallet into a cubby underneath. She extends her hand out to you, ignoring your pout as you stand up and hand the pretend seat cover back to her.
“We’re gonna be dancing. No need for sitting tonight, babes.”
“You mean you’ll be dancing. I’ll be watching from the bar.”
“Nuh-uh. We’re gonna find you someone to fuck you senseless. Can’t do that at the bar. You do that on the dance floor.”
You’re about to continue complaining when Jungkook reappears with the bottle of whiskey he has hidden specifically for you both.
“Ya! Out! Unless you wanna help work the bar.” Jungkook’s voice almost sounds threatening, but he’s got his adorable bunny smile with the scrunched up nose ruining any threatening look.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m going. Love the organization down there, by the way. Is that you or Yoongi?”
He doesn’t reply, glaring at Hannah as he lightly pushes her out of the bar area.
“Hey! Be nice! I was gonna help with the girl you were flirting with.”
“I wasn’t flirting. I was complimenting her eyeshadow.” He says it a little quieter as he pours the whiskey on ice, handing the two glasses to you both.
You and Hannah both snicker and take a sip of your drink, loving the smooth burn it leaves in your throat.
“Sure, buddy. Her eyeshadow.” Hannah jests, dropping the teasing to drink her drink as well.
“How long until your boyfriend shows up, takes you away, and lets me live peacefully?”
“Well, that’s rude.” She sticks her tongue out at him. “I guess I won’t be helping you get the girl with the nice eyeshadow then. Humph.”
“I guess not.” He smiles down at the glass he’s drying. Hannah searches the room with a small pout.
“I’m gonna go find Yoongi and see if he left us a space in the VIP area so we can mingle and find you a man there.” She gives you no time to respond before she bounces away, moving past people like she owns the place. Which, in a way, she does. The perks of being Min Yoongi’s cousin.
You watch your small best friend bounce through the crowd, turning back to your drink with a laugh as you shift in your heels.
“Here.”
You look up to see your jacket dangling in front of your face, and you happily take it.
“Oh, thank god. I regret these damn heels.” You put the jacket back on the seat, maneuvering your way to sit down without flashing the club. “And the dress. But don’t tell Hannah. It’ll devastate her.”
“I won’t tell a soul.” He chuckles, leaning against the bar. “So what’s this about finding you a man? This one of her warped plans again?”
There’s a hint of something in his voice you can’t quite place. You pass it off as the whiskey and shake your head.
“Taehyung’s coming tonight. This dress is allegedly my Princess Diana revenge dress. And since it’s been over a year since the breakup, and I’ve done nothing about my romantic life—”
“For good reason. You were becoming a better you and being a kickass woman. You had other priorities.”
“Exactly.” You point at him, finger-snapping in the process. “However, to Hannah, that means I’m hiding. So we are using tonight, Valentine’s Day, with lonely singles in our friend’s club to get me fucked.”
You give a dramatic thumbs-up, as if this was the best idea ever. Which, it might be. You don’t know yet. All you know is you look hot but feel naked and hate it.
Jungkook laughs, grabbing another glass from the dishwasher below and drying it.
“Just be safe about it, yeah? Any creep bothers you, and you know what to do.”
“Come to the very attractive and buff bartender and ask for an angel shot.” You recite the instructions like they were hammered into your brain at school when you were a child.
His eyes narrow at you, “seriously, y/n. This might be fun for you and Hannah. But there are shitty guys out during Valentine’s Day. Please be careful.”
You smile at your friend, who’s always been there to fight your problems when Taehyung wasn’t around. Leaning over the bar, one hand covering your cleavage and making you giggle at the ridiculous outfit, you stick out your other hand, offering your pinky.
“I promise to be safe. If anything goes wrong, I will come running to you, my knight in shining armor.”
His pinky wraps around yours, thumbs pressing together to seal the deal, and Jungkook mutters out the phrase good girl before turning to a customer, trying to get his attention. He misses the way your cheeks flush.
Twenty minutes later, you’re still sitting at the bar, now nursing the very strong mixed drink Jungkook made you. Hannah reappears behind you, snaking her arms around your middle and resting her head on your shoulder.
How is she already tipsy?
“Yoongi saved a section for us. Let’s go.” She giggles, kissing your temple. She lets go of you but takes your hand in hers while getting Jungkook’s attention.
“Can we have the bottle?” She’s turned on the pouty princess routine, and you can’t help but laugh.
“You? No. Absolutely not. You’ll drop it. Her?” He points at you, “only her. She isn’t drunk already.”
“‘Mmnot drunk.”
“Oh, Hannah Banana. Jimin’s not even here yet.” You laugh lightly, moving her hair out of her face.
“Yes, he is. Or he will be any minute. He said they were about to talk to Namjoon, so we’re meeting in the VIP section. Where I’m taking you. I also found a friend there for you to meet.”
“Found?” Jungkook’s eyebrow ticks up.
But that’s not what you’re focused on.
“They?”
Hannah looks confused.
“Are we saying random words? Chocolate.”
“He’s actually here?” You knew he was coming. You knew, yet your heart is in your throat, and you want to run away screaming.
“Yes, babes. The whole point of the outfit, remember? Oh, also, the girl’s name is Mandy. Jimin said they’ve gone on two dates and is, and I quote, something else entirely.”
“What does that mean?” You and Jungkook ask in unison. Hannah shrugs. But before she can say anything else, Jimin is right behind her, pulling her by the hips to be flush against him.
“Sorry I’m late, Han.” He kisses her on the neck, and you’re sure she responds somehow, but you have no idea how or with what because when you turn to face them, your eyes are locked on the tall man with tanned skin and a gorgeous face.
He’s overdressed as usual in a perfectly tailored red suit that makes him look like he could walk a runway at any given moment or be in every fashion magazine. His hair is honey blonde now and purposefully in a disarray, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes glaring into your soul.
You watch his eyes drop from your face down your figure and back up a couple of times, eyebrows furrowing with each pass over you. You hate the effect it has on you, the jolt down your spine, the sudden clench around nothing, and the way your skin tingles, goosebumps forming all over.
His eyes meet yours again, and you have to will yourself to give a polite smile just as the girl attached to his arm jumps in front of him, needing to address herself to the group.
“Hi! I’m Mandy, Taetae’s girlfriend.”
Your eyebrows lift, lips parting in shock, unsure which to laugh at first. Taetae, the desperate need to have attention or the word girlfriend made Taehyung’s eyes widen.
And just like that, you remember why you’re here in a revenge dress.
Oh, this should be fun.
You extend your hand to shake hers, giving the best Oscar winning fake smile as she takes it.
“Nice to meet you. I’m y/n. How long have you and Taetae been dating?”
You watch her smile falter a little as she shakes your hand. Your eyes glance over to Taehyung, who’s glaring at both of you for two very different reasons.
“Not long, but…when you know, you know, right?”
Your fake smile turns into a fake laugh, nodding along.
“Oh yeah. For sure. I’m only asking because I’ve heard literally nothing about you.”
Her face drops, and you feel bad, but only a little bit. You ignore the small giggle fit from Hannah, mouth covered by Jimin to stop her, and avoid eye contact with everyone except Jungkook. He gives a small smile, sliding the whiskey bottle towards you, and you grab it, standing up and grabbing your coat and purse.
“Where’s this friend of yours, Hannah?” You ask loud enough for the group to hear while walking away.
You find the VIP section yourself, seeing Yoongi and a stranger sitting on the semi-circle-shaped couch. Yoongi pops open a bottle of champagne while the stranger makes small talk, much to Yoongi’s dismay. When he looks back up, he sees you and smiles.
“There you are! Hannah said she was gonna be right back.” He shouts as he gets up to hug you. When you pull away, his hand takes yours and twirls you around in a circle.
“Was this all Hannah’s doing?” You nod, pouting slightly.
“She keeps calling it the revenge dress. I still don’t understand it. But, I just pissed off Taehyung, so that’s fun.”
“Oh, he actually showed up?” He grimaces, and you love it.
“With his girlfriend, Mandy. Who called him Taetae.” You enjoy Yoongi’s reaction as he curls his lips into his teeth, trying not to laugh.
“Oh boy.”
“Yup.”
“That explains why you have one of my most expensive bottles of whiskey?”
You clutch the bottle to your chest like a child, glaring at him.
“Jungkook said it’s mine.”
“Pretty sure he didn’t pay for it, but okay. I’ll just take it out of his paycheck.”
“Wait, wait, wait! No need to do that!” You grab his arm when he turns away from you.
“Yoongi, can I drown my anger and sorrows in your bottle of whiskey?” You cuddle the bottle, stepping slightly closer to him, turning on your cute pout with the puppy dog eyes he’s never once resisted. “Please?”
“That’s better.” He grins, eyes drifting behind you. “I’m gonna bounce since I think I might punch him for dumping you if he so much as speaks to me, but I’ll see you later, yeah? If he gets too much, come find me.”
You nod, letting him kiss your forehead before quietly shimmying past the approaching group, ignoring his name being called by Hannah. You don’t even have to turn to face the group to know Taehyung’s eyes are on you. You can feel them, feel the anger radiating from his body. You ignore it, sitting down next to the stranger, and quickly whispering in his ear.
“Quick. What’s your name?”
“Huh? Oh. Uh, Eunwoo.”
“Hi, Eunwoo. I’m y/n. Did Hannah drag you here?”
“The loud girl? Yeah.”
“That’s her, yep! Listen,” you turn to see the group making their way up the steps to the VIP lounge, turning back to Eunwoo quickly.
“The tall one in the red suit that is going to be glaring daggers at me the entire night is my ex that dumped me after four years of dating without a reason. Wanna have fun?” You grin at him, sneakily putting your hand out for him to shake. He takes a quick peek behind you to see the man in question walking in after the others start trailing in.
“Deal. Is there a limit?”
“Play your cards right, and there won’t be.” You wink, turning back to the group and missing his smug smile.
Eunwoo sucks.
Taehyung immediately broke him.
One of Taehyung’s skills that helps him in the business world is his ability to make anyone bend to his will with that stupid attractive boxy grin.
When Taehyung sat across from you, eyes still trained on you with a clenched jaw, you introduced Eunwoo to the group. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and although you visibly flinched, you went along with it. When Jimin asked how you two had met, you admitted you met tonight, but he seemed pretty cool. You finally met Taehyung’s dagger stare, and regretted it immediately. He raised an eyebrow, and you knew it was a threat, glaring back and mouthing the word don’t.
The stupid boxy grin wins every time.
You don’t even know what they spoke about, but within five minutes, Taehyung had Eunwoo wrapped around his finger, and it felt like a lost cause.
Hoseok showed up half an hour later, already drunk, and tried pulling any of you to dance. Hannah and Jimin practically jumped out of the VIP section, and Eunwoo and Mandy joined. You said no, for fear of your dress causing issues. Taehyung also stayed behind.
Fucking hell.
You pull out your phone, mindlessly scrolling through whatever app you had open last, pretending your ex is sitting across from you and staring at you.
“Why not go dance with your girlfriend?” You finally ask, putting your phone down and taking the cap off the bottle of whiskey, pouring it into your glass, purposefully ignoring Taehyung’s empty one. You tuck the bottle next to you on the couch and take a long sip.
“Why not dance with your boy toy?”
You smirk. “He’s not my boy toy. I literally met him a minute before you.” You swirl the liquid in the glass, watching the dark colors move around the clear glass being lit up in various colors thanks to the lights in the club.
“Besides, I probably couldn’t dance in this dress or these heels even if I tried,” you mumble, taking another sip that empties the glass.
“It’s a great dress.” your eyes flick up to his, and he dares to give you the boxy grin.
“That won’t work.”
“What won’t?”
“The grin.”
“What are you talking about?”
You don’t respond, opening the bottle and refilling your glass before closing it and placing it back on the couch.
“Why not just drink from the bottle?” He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. As he continues to watch you.
“Why not mind your business?” You snark back, finishing the glass.
He doesn’t respond, watching you for a bit while you look around the club, trying to will him out of existence.
“You do look great, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you look like this since—”
“Please, shut up, Taehyung. I didn’t ask.” You sigh, shaking your head and continuing to look around.
“I’m not allowed to compliment you?”
“Nope.” Your lips popped at the end of the word. You give it two seconds, and then you’re standing up, grabbing the bottle and leaving your jacket and phone tucked away in the couch cushions.
“Your words are worthless.”
You move to walk down the few steps out of the section when Taehyung’s hand grabs your wrist.
“Y/n, come back.”
“No.” You pull your arm away from him like he was diseased.
You see him lay his head against the headrest of the couch, letting out a groan as if not sitting back down was the biggest inconvenience to him. But you ignore it, walking out of the VIP section and finding your way back to the bar, hoping to find Jungkook, but instead greeted by Seokjin.
“Hey, y/– Well, that’s an outfit.”
“Thanks,” you grumble out as politely as you can. You’re getting tired of the outfit comments. You want to go home and get in the baggiest clothing you own and curl up on the couch with a large pizza and Netflix. Preferably with your Netflix buddy who is not at the goddamn bar.
“Where’s Jungkook?”
“He’s on break. He’ll be back in fifteen.”
Fuck, you mumble as you hand the bottle to Seokjin. “Can you take this and put it in the bottom cubby on the other side of the bar, please.”
“Isn’t this ours?” He turns the bottle in his hand. You glare at him, a small pout forming.
“Yoongi gave it to me.” Seokjin nods his head, not willing to argue back and puts it where you told him.
You want to sit down, but you left your jacket on the couch, so now you’re stuck standing for fifteen minutes until Jungkook comes back. Seokjin brings you a glass of water at your request, and you try to drink it slowly. You decide to people-watch, eyes skimming over the crowd to find someone and make up a story about them in your head. That should pass the time.
Except you can’t because the second you get settled on someone, Taehyung leans against the bar facing you.
“Go away, Taehyung.” You warn, but he ignores you.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“Why do you care?”
“Why wouldn’t I care?”
You open your mouth, ready to rip him to shreds when your eye catches something better.
“Figure you should care more about your sweet girlfriend making out with Hobi while Eunwoo has his thigh between her legs.”
His eyes follow yours to the three of them on the dancefloor, acting as if they were all alone. You watch his face flash from hurt to annoyance to like it didn’t even matter. He shrugs, turning his attention back to you.
“I guess I’m single again.”
“Mmm…Bet you love that. Congrats.” you roll your eyes as you take another sip of the whiskey.
“She was a bit too needy.”
“Right. You’d rather them be submissive in a little corner and out of your peripheral vision for a few years, leaving them confused and hurt until you decide to just dump them randomly over a fucking text message when they finally ask if you two can talk to figure out what the fuck is going on.”
“What?”
“What do you mean, what? Does that not ring any fucking bells?”
“I ended things because you were distant, because you–”
“Distant? I was distant because you would have a fucking temper tantrum every time I tried to talk to you! You’d call me needy and say I was pissing you off to your coworkers. So I stopped because I felt like I was annoying and you didn’t want me anymore.”
“That’s because I was always busy working when you’d try to talk.”
“When have I ever tried to interrupt your work or whatever you had going on that day to get you to pay attention to me? Give me one fucking example, Taehyung, because I guarantee I made sure to never bother you when you were working.”
“Maybe if you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation."
What’s that mean?
You push his comment out of your mind, take a big drink of water, and go back to watching the crowd. You find Hoseok again, but with a different girl, tongue shoved down her throat while his hands grope her all over.
“At least Hobi's getting some. He hasn’t in a while.” You mumble, mostly to yourself.
“When’s the last time you did?” You turn to him in shock, almost spitting out your water.
“Fucking excuse me? That’s none of your business.”
The bastard smirks.
“Mmmm. So not recently. And judging from the heavy amount of snark, it’s been a good while.”
“Shut the fuck up.” You turn back towards the bar, face flushed in anger and embarrassment. Taehyung laughs, smacking the bar counter.
“Oh, my god. It wasn’t me, was it? Was I your last fuck?” You say nothing, he tuts, shaking his head. “That’s a travesty, y/n.”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t,” he pauses when you turn back. “Do you at least masturbate?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Why are you depriving yourself of pleasure?! Did I teach you nothing?”
“What would you have taught me? You were never there.” You roll your eyes, a smile forming around your glass when he becomes speechless.
“Well maybe later in the relationship, but early on I’d have you begging and crying.”
“Not anymore, thank god.”
“I’m sure I could get you the—”
“y/n!” You look up to see Jungkook making his way back behind the bar and watch as his smile drops at the sign of Taehyung.
“Oh, hey Taehyung. How’s it going?” He tries turning his fun bartender personality on for your ex, who just stares at him in return.
“It’s going. Was just catching up with y/n.”
“Ah…” your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and you roll them, making him smile.
Taehyung did not like that.
“Yeah, she was just telling me how she hasn’t gotten any since she was with me,” he chuckles before continuing, “And I’m just so confused, Jungkook. Because it’s been over a year, right? So why haven’t you made your move yet?”
“What?”
“Excuse me?”
You both speak at the same time, Jungkook hard glaring at Taehyung, your eyes flicking between the two.
“Taehyung, please just fuck off.” You plead, grabbing his arm.
“No, no, no. I’m way too curious to hear the answer to this.” His eyes stay on Jungkook, whose cheeks are flushed even under the horrible club lighting the moment your eyes turn back to him, secretly curious as well.
“Do you want me to get Yoongi, y/n?” He looks back at you. Jaw clenched, eyes begging you to say yes.
You want to. But you don’t want to cause drama. Sure, it sounded like Yoongi was kidding about punching Taehyung, but you know he would in a heartbeat with the right excuse.
This was all a bad idea. The dress. Hannah’s stupid idea of hooking up with someone. Being snarky to Mindy. The alcohol. Speaking to Taehyung. It was all a bad idea. You should’ve stayed home and watched some lighthearted sitcom while eating pizza and ice cream.
You sigh, leaning away from the bar and letting go of Taehyung’s arm.
“No, I think I’m just going to go home. Let Hannah know, please?”
“You’re not going home alone, y/n.” They both speak, turning to glare at one another. You shake your head, losing patience.
“At least let me see if Yoongi will let me leave early. I’m sure he can cover the bar.” You close your eyes, nodding.
“Fine. I’m going to go to the bathroom and get my stuff. I’ll meet you at the front.” Jungkook agrees, bolting from the bar to find Yoongi.
You turn to leave, a hand grabbing your wrist again, his thumb gently rubbing against your pulse point.
“You’re just gonna leave? Just like that? Shouldn’t we talk?”
You glare at him, angry at the way your heart tightens at the puppy eyes he gives you. You know they’re fake and yet you feel that pull to give him a chance. It’s the slightly harder rub of his thumb against your wrist that snaps you out of it.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Taehyung. Goodbye.”
You tug your wrist away harshly, storming away from him and toward the bathroom.
You thank any and every god or deity to ever exist when you find the bathroom shockingly empty. You lean over the sick, hands gripping the sides as you try to calm down. You don’t know if you want to scream in anger or cry because you know your heart is still healing from the hole he left.
This whole night was a mistake. Yes, you were in a better position in life. But you have absolutely no control over yourself when it comes to Taehyung. You’re irrational, angry, and petty, and your sarcasm level has skyrocketed. You hate it.
Your eyes close when you hear the door open, hoping they’ll just assume you drank too much and leave you alone.
They snap open when you hear the door lock. And there he is. Again.
“Taehyung, please. I don’t want to do this. Just leave me alone.”
“No.” He leans against the locked door while you lean against the counter.
“Please. I’m tired, I want nothing to do with y—”
“I miss you.”
Dead silence except for the thumping of the bass from the music in the club.
His eyes switch from a dangerous gaze to what looks like sincerity.
“No, you don’t.”
He pushes himself off the door, pinning you to the counter. This man loves being in your personal space, and you hate the way your body betrays you in favor of him.
“I do. And we both know you miss me.” He whispers, a hand coming up to curl a strand of hair framing your face around his finger. His other hand is on the counter in between yours and your ass pressed against the counter.
“I don’t.”
“Why else would you be avoiding me like this, hmm?” A finger trails down from your ear, across your jawline, and to your chin, lifting up to meet his gaze.
“I’m avoiding you because you hurt me, Taehyung. You broke my heart and made me feel worthless.”
“Then let me fix it, baby. Please?” His lips form into a pout, forehead resting against yours before he leans in more to kiss your jawline.
“Let me help put my baby back together. Make her whole again.” He whispers it in your ear, and you feel your resolve breaking.
Don’t you dare, y/n.
“No, Tae. Stop.” Your hands come up to push him away, but he pulls back, a genuine smile on his face.
But is it genuine? Or is he that good at faking it?
“You haven’t called me Tae in years.” He actually looks like he’ll cry. “I’ve missed that so fucking much, baby.”
“I hate you.” You seethe, tears piercing your eyes. You’re no longer pushing him away, hands gripping the lapels of his suit.
“Good. Hate me. Hurt me. As long as you feel something for me, and only me.” He whispers back, capturing your lips with his.
You hate how weak you get from his lips. How easily you let him use his hand to tilt your head so he can deepen the kiss when you gasp from the shock.
You hate the burning on your skin where his other hand finds your hip, squeezing hard.
You hate that the stilettos make you just tall enough that your ass rests just above the counter. And all Taehyung has to do to get you to sit on it is push you back further, the hand on your neck finding your other hip so he can easily lift you up. Your legs spread naturally for him to stand in between, the tight dress riding up high enough that you can feel the cool counter on your thighs.
His hands travel all over your body, lips trailing down your jaw to your neck. You can feel his growing erections rutting against you.
He’s winning.
And you hate that.
Hate him.
Your hands find their way to his hair, roughly pulling his lips off you until you’re face to face again. His lips, his goddamn lips, are wet and parted, with his tongue just barely sticking out. His eyes are sleepy but daring, and you’re still angry.
“Knees.” is all you say, secretly enjoying his confusion as you shove his head down as slowly gets to his knees. You scoot yourself closer to the edge, letting him roll your dress up over your hips to settle on your waist. You lift your hips off the counter for him to remove your underwear, grabbing it from him before he could put it in his pocket like he used to.
With a hand still tangled in his hair, you roughly guide his mouth to your dripping center, settling your thighs on his shoulders to keep him close. Your head falls back, lightly hitting the mirror behind you when his tongue licks straight up your folds, his lips wrap around your clit, sucking softly.
“Fuck. Tae, more.” You whine, pulling his face closer while bucking your hips up against him to cause more friction. You feel his lips curve into a smile as he lets out a growl.
One of his hands grips your thigh, while the other shoves your other leg off his shoulder, instead pushing it further to the side. He gives you no time to register what’s happening until there are suddenly two of his impressively long fingers curling inside you. You let out a strangled moan as he fucks you with no mercy with his fingers, eventually adding a third, all while his sucks on your clit get harsher and harsher.
It feels fucking amazing, especially after not having anyone go down on you in over a year, and you’re already so close. But you refuse to give in to him so easily.
“I said more.” You groan, yelping when he drags you almost off the counter to completely devour you.
Fuck, he’s good.
It takes no more than another minute of him relentlessly fingering you, lips and tongue working their magic on your clit until your grip on his tightens and you’re falling apart. His free hand holds you down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm and ignoring your pleas for him to stop.
“Tae. Please, fuck, stop.” You moan out, already on the edge of a second orgasm. You feel him chuckle as gains your folds, his fingers curling up just enough to hit the exact spot he knew he’d find.
The man knows your body too well.
And just like that, you’re screaming as your orgasm fires off like a gunshot. Your legs try to close around his head, and he doesn’t fight it, pulling his fingers out and using his tongue to lick up every drop of you that he can.
“No more.” You quietly whine, pushing his head out from between your legs, almost sending him to fall back on the floor.
In the few moments it takes for you to calm down and gather yourself, you hear Taehyung standing and his belt coming undone.
“No.” You stand up quickly, trying to find your balance in the stilettos with your shaking legs.
“No?”
“We’re over, Taehyung. This isn’t happening.” You forcefully grab your underwear from his pocket, carefully putting it on, ignoring the way he lightly holds onto you to help you stay balanced.
“But…”
“Sorry if your dick is hard. I’m sure you can get any girl with that smile of yours. You just won’t be getting me,” you huff out, “ever again.”
You lower your dress back down over your ass, readjusting as needed and half-ass fixing your makeup when your ex decides to drop the bomb.
“I still love you.”
You stare at him through the mirror. Your expression is dead inside, with no emotion. He looks heartbroken like it’s you that hurt him and not the other way around.
He’s the victim, not you.
But, you’ve seen this look. He’s done it a hundred times after going out and finding him flirting with a girl that’s not you. Saying you weren’t paying attention, so those girls thought he was single and he’s too nice to say anything.
Or when he’d go on those very clearly optional work outings without telling you and then blame his job as to why he can’t be with you. Blame you for why he doesn’t take you out anymore. Blames anyone but himself.
And he always, always, ends it with I love you.
Which is how you know the exact response to give.
“There's no love for a liar.”
He stares you down, hands in his pockets stepping closer.
“You need me.”
And that’s when you laugh.
“Like fuck I do, Taehyung. The only thing I need you for is to be a constant reminder that I can do better. That I will do better.”
You don’t give him time to respond, instead telling him to have a great life and pushing him away from you and exiting the bathroom.
You try to calmly walk back to the VIP section, but the second you turn the corner and hear the bathroom door open, every emotion possible starts running through you. You book it to the couch, grab your stuff and head straight for the bar. You panic when you don’t see Jungkook behind the counter.
You jump when a hand touches your arm, turning to see Jungkook standing there, eyes wide when you hug him tightly. His arms instinctively wrap around your middle as you dig your face into his neck.
“What happened? What did he do?”
He gently brings your face away from him, thumbs wiping at your tears. “Do I need to kill him? Get Yoongi to cover it up? I’m sure he’d want to take part in the murder though.”
You shakily laugh in his hands, letting his smile in response calm you down.
“No, no murder. I just wanna leave.”
“Want me to take you home?”
“No,” you shake your head. “I think Hannah wanted to bring Jimin over for Valentine’s Day. I think that’s secretly why she wanted me to hook up with someone.”
You both laugh as Jungkook lets go of you to grab your jacket and help you into it.
“To mine then. We’ll get you in some baggy sweats of mine, eat some trash food and watch trash films all night. And,” he puts a finger up as he backs away, stepping behind the bar and returning with the bottle of whiskey. “We’ll finish this off. How’s that sound?”
“Like the best Valentine’s Day ever.” You grin, pushing Taehyung out of your mind to focus on the man before you being the most amazing friend you could ask for.
“Let’s go, Valentine.” He winks at you, wrapping your hand in his as you make your way out of the bar.
You’re never going along with Hannah’s silly plans again.
Summary: You told him he could always call whenever he needed you. But what was unexpected was the random 1am call.
“I want you to help me get off. You’ll help me cum, right love?”
->Smut;Coworkers
->Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex toys(f.), squirting
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You were patiently waiting for the clock to hit 3. For your shift to finally be over. Your coworker Taehyung noticed, he always has something to say to you each and every time.
“The hawk watches the clock. She doesn’t take her eyes off it as the minute hand moves. She is now averting the clock and looking my way. I have been caught by the hawk. I am now her prey.” He gave a boxy grin as he laughed looking at your irritated face.
“Kim Taehyung. You do this everyday. I wonder how you aren’t tired of trying to be my narrator.”
“It’s fun, I could never get tired of it Y/N.” You rolled your eyes, looking back at the clock on the wall. The minute hand and the hour hand hit 3. Work was over.
You began to gather your belongings, everyone else in the office doing the same. Taehyung stayed sitting, you got curious.
“Why aren’t you packing up too?”
“Im doing some overtime. I have more work on my hands than I thought. Trying to get it all done by tonight or tomorrow morning.” You nodded your head as you placed your notebook in your bag. You noticed the notepad next to his keyboard with the assignments that he needed to complete. It looked like there were more than 10 written on there.
“Why do you have so many to complete?” Your question came off strong.
“You sound worried about me Y/N.” You were worried.
“Just that fact that you have so much work to complete. You shouldn’t be doing it all alone.”
“Don’t worry for me, I can handle it.” You weren’t taking his word for it.
“If you need some help, you can always call me up, Tae.” He smiled at the nickname you gave him.
“I will think about it. Now get home safe, see you in the morning. ” You shook your head at his stubbornness.
“See you in the morning, Taehyung.” With that you made your way out, going home.
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You were woken up to the loud sound of ringing. Someone was calling you. You rubbed at your eyes, sitting up.
Looking around, you found your phone, answering the number that was calling. You were too tired to look at the name.
“Hello?” You asked in a soft, tired voice.
“Y/N.” The deep, raspy voice startled you. Your eyes were now open, pulling the phone away from your ear and looking at the caller ID. As well as the time.
“Taehyung? Its 1 in the morning. What are you doing calling me at this time?”
“You said I could call if I needed you. Right now I do.” You began to rub your eyes again.
“What’s wrong, Tae?” He groaned at the nickname. You were honestly concerned.
“I just wanted to hear your voice. I just got finished my work.”
“You’re still at the office?”
“No, I got back home about four hours ago. The building was closing up, had to leave.” You nodded your head, as if he could see it from through the phone.
“So what do you need help with?” Back to your original question.
“You were on my mind.” You were on his mind? What could he possibly be thinking about at 1 in the morning.
“What are you thinking about?” You heard him open and close him mouth. He was hesitant with his words, but he pushed them out.
“You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you.” Your eyes widened. His words just caught you by surprise.
“What?” Did he really just say that?
“I want to fuck you Y/N.” Yup, you definitely heard him loud and clear. You were concerned now, maybe he’s just drunk.
“Are you drunk, Tae?” You heard a low groan leave his mouth.
“Fuck. No, I’m not drunk but I am hard.” When did he become so bold with his words. You have never even heard him flirt before. “I need you so bad. You’ll help me right?”
Help him?
“You want me to help you? With what Taehyung?”
“I want you to help me get off. You’ll help me cum, right love?” Fuck, this was way too much for you. You just woke up, even surprising yourself with the next words that left your mouth.
“I’ll help you cum.” You heard him laugh over the phone.
“Good, I can’t hold back any longer.” Deep moans left his mouth almost immediately, as if he already had himself propped in his hand, ready to take action.
His moans began to turn you on. You sat there listening to him as you rubbed your thighs together. You didn’t know what to do and you felt somewhat embarrassed when you asked.
“Taehyung?”
“Mmm, Yes.”
“What do you want me to do?” He laughed under his breath, followed by a soft moan.
“Lay on your back.” You did as instructed, letting him know when you did so. “What are you wearing?”
“An oversized tee.”
“What’s underneath?”
“Nothing.” He grunted out as you say that.
“Open your legs, Y/N.” They parted immediately.
“They’re open.” He hummed at your answer.
“I want you to touch yourself love.” The nickname really took a toll on you.
You placed the phone on speaker, putting it on your chest. You dominant hand made its way down to your core. You rubbed up and down, feeling the mess you’ve already made.
“Shit, Im so wet Taehyung.”
“Rub yourself, start slow.” You listened, touching you clit with your fingers. A moan left your mouth as you pressed down. Taehyung’s moan after yours definitely approved of it. “Fuck, go faster love.”
So you did, rubbing yourself with a higher speed. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation. “Taehyung…” You began to moan out his name. Thinking of him while you played with yourself.
“God Y/N, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you.” His moans grew louder over the phone. He was getting close.
“Tae, mmmm. I want you to fuck me too.” You were both moaning simultaneously. Saying each other’s name.
“Slide your fingers inside.”
“Mhm.” Your middle and ring finger went right inside your throbbing hole. The moans from your mouth was now louder. “Fuck…So good Tae. So good.” You were extremely wet, the sound of you fingering yourself echoed through the room. Taehyung heard and instantly wanted to hear more.
“Your moans are so pretty Y/N. Lower your phone, I want to hear your pussy too.” With your opposite hand, you took the phone off your chest and placed it on your lower stomach. “Mm, you sound so wet love. I bet I could drown in you.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. And on Taehyung’s side, he was doing the same. His right hand pumped himself up and down. His pre-cum coaxed his dick. He rubbed his thumb over his tip each time he brung his hand up. He threw his head back, shutting his eyes tight. Your moans brought him to heaven. He was soon to cum and he wished it was somewhere on you. He began to moan out your name.
“Y/N…Oh love. Im gonna cum soon, so close.” And so were you.
“Taehyung. Me too, I cant hold back any longer.” Your fingers glided in and out of your clenching hole. You reached over to your dresser, grabbing your favorite toy. You turned it on and placed it on your sensitive bud. The vibrations making you moan extremely loud. You multitasked, fingering yourself with an intense speed and pressing the toy harder on your clit. You hips were buckling up onto it.
Taehyung let out a loud, deep moan. His cum shooting out and spilling all over himself. He didn’t stop though. His hand now moved up and down at a fast pace. The phone was pressed against his ear firmly. Listening to you moan out as you came too.
Your fingers left your hole as your brung them to your mouth, sucking on them. Your vibrator remained on your clit. You and Taehyung were going to overstimulate the fuck out of yourselves.
“Taehyung!!” You were almost screaming out his name as you felt yourself cumming again.
“Fuck Y/N, you’re gonna drive me crazy with the way your moaning my name love.” He was now cumming once again. It must’ve been too much for him to handle, he slowed down his pace. Pumping himself lightly to get the rest of the cum out.
But for you, you kept your vibrator pressed against your clit. You had brung the phone back up to your ear, moaning into it, letting Taehyung hear you loud and clear. Your legs shook as you were about to cum once more.
“Gonna. Cum. Taehyung.” He began to guide you through it.
“You can do it love, rub that vibrator against yourself. Cum for me.” You toes curled, eyes shut, mouth wide open as you came for the last time. You pulled the toy away from yourself, turning it off. You began to rub at the sensitive bud as you squirted on your sheets.
You were breathing extremely heavy. Your body still reacting to the mind blowing orgasms you just gave yourself. “I wish it were you making me cum like this Tae.”
“Yeah, tell me how bad you want me.” You exhaled sharply, still catching your breath.
“So fucking bad Taehyung, I want you to ruin me.”
“I will ruin you love.”
“Promise me it.” He laughed.
“Y/N, mark my words. I will fuck you so hard, you’ll be cumming in seconds. I promise it.” You smiled at his words.
It was too much for your mind right now. You just woke up and then had phone sex with your coworker. Now he is promising to fuck you. It was confusing.
But, you would definitely be looking forward to it. To fuck Kim Taehyung.
x warnings: mentions of death, grief, workaholic behaviour, flirting, in some chapters (maybe) smut but I'll give a warning
x genre: slow-burn, farm life, coming of age, AU
x rating: maybe some explicit scenes, minors dni
x word count: 2k
x inspiration: The Hannah Montana Movie
x teaser: Y/N is the adopted daughter of a farmers couple. She lives in the big city now and is the head of a fashion label. One day she receives bad news that her parents died in a car crash and that she is now the owner of the farm her parents left behind.
Now a journey of healing and learning to love begins....
P A R T 1
The door of my driver's vehicle opens for me and I step out, walking straight to the glass doors with golden framing of one of the biggest skyscrapers in the city. It is the entrance to my company building. My stiletto heals click in a smooth rythm above the marble floor that lead to the front desk and elevators. A few of my employees bow and greet me, some gave me pityful looks, knowing that I'm still mourning my late parents death. Arriving at the entrance I greet our absent-minded front desk lady, Ashley, she's bored out of her mind as ever. "Hello Ashley, do you happen to know my schedule for today." I asked her gracefully. She just looked at me wide-eyed and bewildered. Then she began to rummage through a stack of papers and shrugged her shoulder's at me popping a bubble of gum. A few angry words wanted to leave my mouth this instant, but a steady hand on my shoulder calmed me down.
"First of all, you need to look through the old collections and compare them. Then's the meeting with your parents notary and after that we need to talk about the new collection asap. Dior is going to one up us if we dont release a teaser for our new collection soon. The press is also onto us and wants a statement on your absence." It was Namjoon, my assistant and secretary, he rambled to me about my schedule while pressing a coffee into my hand. All while talking to each other we walked towards the elevator and rode to the 30th floor, which was my office floor. What would I do without this clumsy but organized man?
"Namjoon I have no clue what we should do." I said in a torn up voice. Namjoon looked at me and pushed up his glasses. "Well, we could hire a few stars to promote the collection. Maybe even make a short film about it or do something scandalous. I bet if we do that our new collection will get more attention than Gucci's or Versace's." He nodded towards me. "That's the problem Namjoon. There's is no new collection. I have nothing. No ideas. No sketches. Nothing. Nada." I told him truthfully. Namjoon stopped in his tracks, throwing his hands on my mouth. "Psssshhhh" he shushed me and dragged me into the nearest office, which happened to be mine. He closed the door and violently pulled down the blinds, so that no one walking by my office could see us. "Have you gone mad? Oh my god are you in your Andy Warhol phase?" he exaggerated. "No. Namjoon, oh my god stop exaggerating! I've just been so drained of creativity and energy since...you know, since it happened." I said in a weak voice. Namjoon's gaze softened and he gave me a soft hug. "Why did you even shush me and drag me in here?" I asked confused by the sudden location change.
He proceeded to look around nervously. "If anyone hears that you have no ideas for the next collection, we'll be ruined. The public will hear about it and soon the press too. They'll call you a worn-out designer. The company will be in trouble and the employees will lose trust in you and some of them may or may not consider to leave us. Gucci and Dior have offered some of our employees a better deal, most of them stayed out of sheer respect for you and your grief." He explained. He's right, it all depends on the new collection. "Namjoon, I will find a solution. You're absolutely right, no one can know about this. Although if they want to leave us they are unloyal petty bitches anyway so--" Namjoon shoved me in my big office chair without any further words to my sentence before.
"What can I do to inspire you?" Namjoon said, more to himself than to me, while roughly massaging my shoulders. I shoo him away and he starts pacing up and down in my office,making me quiet nervous actually. "Namjoon stop pacing! I'm going insane." "Sorry, that's how I think best."
While Namjoon is in his thought-zone I began to read through the archive of my old collections and started to compare them to each other. Crossing out what has already been done. Also doing a bit of research on what is defined as fashionable right now and what the competition is up to. I've always been a low-key designer. Never one to attend a lot of gala's or fashion shows. I always wanted to make affordable clothes, but somehow my label got a lot bigger and way more high-end than I intended it to be. It did bother me a little in the beginning, but it had its perks beeing a high-end fashion designer. One of them is the creative freedom I have, while also being my own boss and head of my company. It comes with a lot of cons too though. Considering that I have zero to no free time usually.
"How about a power-suit collection for women. Let's hop onto the equality and female rights train. We make a whole collection consisting of power suits in neon and bright colors or maybe patterned." I said springing out of my seat on my desk, very excited about said idea. "Gucci and even Zara already did that honey. Vogue made a whole article about it." Namjoon said in a sassy voice shaking his head left to right. "Ugh, I'm clueless." I told him while sinking into my seat again.
"What if we create a coat collection. A faux fur coat collection." I uttered. Namjoon looked equally excited as me and asked: "In unnatural colors? Like pink, green and yellow? Neon fur coats?" "Yeah, that's exactly my idea? Omg how did you know?" I ushered excited with a smile on my face. Namjoon's smile fell and he rolled his eyes. "Because we already did that two years ago. Cardi B wore it to the Met Gala. Remember?" He said annoyed. "Oh yeah right. I designed that." I answered disappointed. Namjoon looked exhausted. It wasn't always easy with me... "It'll come to me. I will give you the perfect idea tomorrow morning. Deal?"
Namjoon looked at me sceptical, but put his hand out anyways as to say "Deal".
With a rather awkward smile I kept on going with my day and greeted the employees. I was never good at hiding secrets, especially not when these secrets could cost them their job.
As I walked through the corridors I received the message from Namjoon that I need to attend the meeting with my parents notary, that I oh-so dreaded to attend. Decisions were to be made about my parents belongings and about what they've inherited me. I was mentally prepared to be the one to clear out their house if something might happen, because I'm their only child, but never for that...
The notary, a very good-looking man called Kim Seokjin, scattered his papers around my desk and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Y/L/N. I'm gonna ask you some questions now, just for formality." He said. As a grieving person, this sentence is nothing but a formality itself aswell, it doesn't help you recover from the death of your loved-ones. But I'm thankful for him being this considerate thusfar, so I nodded in acknowledgement. "Your parents were Y/M/N and Y/F/N, farmers on the southside of the outlands? Is that right?" I nodded again. Not daring to say a word. Mr. Kim sighed. "Miss, I'm not here to take something from you. I am the person that enforces your parents will. You don't have to be scared at all. Any questions or anything you'll need help with, I'm here." Mr. Kim gave me a heart-warming smile and held my hand in his for a few seconds which made me breathe a relieving breath. "Ok let's go on Mr. Kim, I'm ready."
"Ms. Y/L/N, I assume your parents adopted you?" Mr. Kim asked cautiously. I released a small laugh and said "Does it really matter, they are my only real parents. I was an accident and my biological parents decided to give me up. These people raised me." Maybe I got a little too defensive, but right now it is a sensitive topic to me. Because knowing what's on the line for me, I would really want some keepsakes to remember my parents. Maybe something small, like clothes from my mom or my dads old watch.
"I'll just get right to the point. You parents inherited you, their only child, the farm and the whole property." Mr. Kim said with a straight face. My coffee mug fell to the ground with a loud clash. Coffee spilling everywhere. I guess it was loud enough to alert Namjoon. He stormed into the room with a look of concern. "Everything alright in here?" His eyes widening as he saw the coffee mug and my shocked face. "I'm gonna clean that up." He said and ran away to get cleaning supplies. Namjoon has always been a neat person and also very clumsy, so for him it nearly is a daily task to clean up messes. But he couldn't help me clean up the mess that is my life right now.
I woke up from my deep thoughts because Mr. Kim put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and asked me if I was okay. I just nodded.
Mr. Kim took a seat again and cleared his throat, probably to get my full attention. Folding his hands up on the table he looked at me. I couldn't decipher his look. Maybe pity? Anyways, I couldn't keep the farm even if I wanted to. I have to handle a company. Fashion Week is about to happen and I have enough stress in the city to just move up to the outskirts right now. It just couldn't happen, how could I possibly turn my life upside down.
"We have two options now, Miss. And I say We because I'll be there for you along the way, that is my duty and my job." He said. "Either you inherit the farm or we have to give it up for sale. Which would make the people of the bank really happy as they have been luring over this peace of land." Oh god, I'm not mentally stable enough to make such a decision. "What would the bank do with the farm?" I asked, basically already knowing the answer. "They would tear it down and build something on it, a shopping center, parking space, anything capitalistic." Mr. Kim and I met a few times before. He knew my parents well and has spent a week or two at our farm with his family. He has always been an honest person (so my father told me) and somehow has had a soft spot for our family since forever. "It would be a shame you know..." He said, his business voice now totally gone. He's speaking from his heart.
"A total shame to give up this beautiful farm. In the end it is your decision. But I know it was your parents dream and it is a peace of you. I will await your decision. I can only give you till tomorrow. I think this might help." He ushered a sheet of paper towards me. It was a letter in my fathers handwriting. Mr. Kim bowed and showed himself out, while I just looked at the last words my parents will ever address to me.
"Dearest Y/N,
If you read this, we'll probably be gone, but Nick/Name don't cry, you'll always be our baby. We know it will be hard for you, to live without us. Just as it would be hard for us without you. Of course we know that you are very busy. Our daughter the CEO and fashion designer of your own brand. We are so unbelievably proud. We still want you to inherit the farm, because you are the only one we trust with it. We wouldn't want you to give everything in your life up for the farm. Maybe you'll find a balance or a solution. You are our smart daughter. The bank has been on our backs, trying to buy the land from us, but we'll do anything to keep our dream alive. It still is the place we're you grew up. We'll fight for it. Please don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do...in the end you'll do the right thing.
