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One Up (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x fem reader, Taehyung ax fem reader, ft. Namjoon and Jimin

Summary: Yoongi and Taehyung have been best friends for years, but they also have a history of one upping each other. And now you find yourself suddenly in the middle of their competition. 

Word count: 15k

Rating: 18+

Genre: AU where there’s fluff, angst, suspense, and it’s heavy in bros being bros, unrequited love, backstabbing and lots of SMUT.

Warnings: Awkward teens years, pot smoking, drinking, boob groping, crying, name calling, infertility, infidelity, betrayal, backstabbing, roofies (please don’t use it, this is fiction, I've never done it to someone and neither should you!), unprotected sex (don’t do this, this is dangerous to you health), mentions of casual sex, male receiving, long dicks, fat dicks, dick stroking, lots of cum, domTaehyung, everybody is kind of an asshole in this piece, except Jimin and Namjoon. Lots of the use of the words like: fuck, bro, dude.

AN: I had fun writing this. I don’t want to say too much without giving away the plot. Just know you’re going to hate everyone at one point in this story, even the reader. I love to hear feedback and if you have questions please ask away.

Thank you for reading! ENYOY!

Bangin banner by @outromoni​

“Is he out?” Taehyung asks as soon as you open the door.

“Yes,” you respond, letting him step inside and seeing he's already loosening the tie wrapped around his neck.

“How long?” he further questions, his eyes roaming around the entryway and then the hallway of your house before they come to rest on you.

“Twenty minutes...maybe twenty-five?” 

Taehyung's lips pull into a smirk before his tongue comes out to swipe at the bottom lip hungrily, his eyes turning dark and hazy.

“You look good dirty girl, is all this for me?” he lowly utters as he takes in the silky white slip you put on after you texted him that you followed his instructions. 

You nod meekly. He draws closer to you taking slow deliberate steps, before coming to a stop when he’s inches from you. His long fingers stretch out to you and land on the area between your jawline and neck, tugging you nearer. 

“What a good girl. You always listen so well….” Taehyung hums, as he leans into you at the same time pulling you to him. 

You think he's going to kiss you but he doesn't. Instead his tongue sneaks out of his mouth and licks the seam of your lips slowly. 

Your tongue instinctively comes out, eagerly chasing his and when you finally got his tongue in your mouth you noticed he tasted like chocolate and whiskey.

“Ready for me to do what I want?” 

“Yes, please Tae,” you immediately whimper as his hand comes to your lower back and presses you closer into his solid form. His mouth moves to your ear, his warm breath fans over it.

“Lead the way,” he huskily whispers.

You begin walking to the living room and Taehyung’s hand is still on your lower back, pressing you forward.

When you break away from him and walk toward the couch you make a gesture for him to join you. Taehyung halts as he sees that you're not continuing down that hall to the bedroom. 

"I'm not fucking you on this couch, filthy girl," he scoffs as his hands fly up in the air and land on his hips.

“Keep your voice down, Tae,” you hiss as you stand from the couch. 

“Get your nice tight little cunt down the hallway,” Taehyung growls, as he snaps his head from you where you are to where he wants you to go.

As you walk past Taehyung, his hands reach out and squeeze your ass, the fingers kneading into your flesh harshly.

"Oh this gonna be fun," he gleefully chuckles as he lands a harsh slap to your backside.

When you enter the bedroom, you see your husband Yoongi is dead to the world, but only in a figurative sense. 

"Did you give him the full dose, Taehyung whispers as he eases behind you in the bedroom, hands coming to your hips as he glances at Yoongi.

You nod. 

"Perfect, he won't wake for hours," he chuckles mischievously as he spins you to him, his lips landing on yours, kissing you deeply.

Taehyung loves it when a plan comes together.

Taehyung and Yoongi have been best friends since they were eight years old. 

They lived in the same neighborhood, were in the same grade and had the same circle of friends.

Their friendship was good natured but it was also laced with a fierce competitiveness. 

A rivalry that all began  one autumn afternoon with a friendly bet, to race to the end of Yoongi's street.

Each vowing to the other that they were indeed the fastest of the two. 

Taehyung and Yoongi lined up at the stop sign, tightening their shoestrings while the neighborhood kids lined the sidewalks fizzing with excitement.

The smell of cooking dinners clung to the air and the fall sky was burnt orange causing the shadows of the trees lining the sidewalks to be long, threatening the signal of the setting sun.  

“You guys ready?” Jimin called from a few feet next to them.

Taehyung and Yoongi turned to each other, faces full of determination, lips taut, eyes furrowed.  

They nodded at one another and then took a three point runner’s starting position. 

Both of their muscles iron tense as they waited for Jimin’s words.

“Go!” He yelled abruptly, eyes lit up with glee.

And they were off, whizzing down the street as their hair flounced madly about their heads, both of them huffing as they willed legs to stretch longer, their feet to go faster. 

The crowd of kids began yelling boisterously, both of their names mixing together in cacophony of noise that filled their ears, shooting adrenaline through their bodies.

A few spectators began jogging with them, trying to keep up with them as the runners grew closer and closer to the finish line: the dead end of the street.

“Finished!” Namjoon yells, as he wildly waves the black shirt he took off his body, in his hand. He then brings both hands to his lips, cupping around them so the kids further down the street could hear.

“Yoongi’s the winner!” He bellowed and the sounds on the street exploded into screams and cheers.

Taehyung’s lungs are burning. 

He’s bent over, desperately trying to catch his breath and swallow the sour taste of losing in his mouth.

“Good job Tae. It was really close!” Namjoon congratulates, punching him in the arm. 

Taehyung winces and looks up at Namjoon, but then his attention is pulled to the crowd of kids huddled around Yoongi, recapping the race step by step. 

Yoongi's eyes meet Taehyung's.

Making his way to him, Yoongi runs his hands through his sweaty inky strands.

"Hey! You owe me five dollars, chump!” 

He pins Taehyung with a pointed glare, but softens when he sees Taehyung roll his eyes and stuffs his hands into his sweatpants pockets.

“I only have two,” he replies fisting his last remaining crumpled lunch money out to Yoongi.

“I’ll take it! You can pay the rest later,” he chuckles, counting the money in his hand before Taehyung slaps him on the shoulder.

“Dude, my mom’s making tacos tonight…” Taehyung says smugly, lifting his head to the sky, huffing his platinum curly hair from his eyes.

“I love tacos! Invite me over and we’re even,” Yoongi encourages as he begins walking toward the street Taehyung's house resided.

“Deal.”

And the rivalry, or better yet what they liked to call it “One up” just continued through the years.

When Yoongi had his first kiss with Jasmine, one of the prettiest girls in sixth grade at the homecoming dance, Taehyung pressed him for all the details and Yoongi gave it to him freely.

He detailed how Jasmine's lips and tongue felt against his, making his penis feel strange.

Two days later at the actual homecoming game, Taehyung took Jasmine’s best friend Mia, who was just as equally pretty, under the bleachers and not only did he kiss her, but felt her up. They even started “dating.” 

That relationship only lasted three days, but that’s a long time at the age of twelve.

Then there was the time Taehyung wanted to try out for the basketball team in middle school, asking Yoongi to try out with him so he wouldn’t be so nervous, or alone.

When tryouts were over, they both felt like they did well, talking on the phone that night.

“Promise me you WON’T go and look at the made it list without me, Yong,” Taehyung whines as he scrunches his half done math homework into his hands. 

“I won’t bro. I don’t care either way. You know I only went to support you,” Yoongi sighs.

“I know, I just want to be on the team so bad.  Maybe get one of those athletic jacketsssss. If Jenny sees me with one of those on…” Taehyung rambles enthusiastically.

“She’d totally go out with you.”

“Right? That’s what I was thinking...because I think the only reason she thinks Michael is cute is because of his football jacket,” Taehyung grumbles. Thinking about how nobody even knew Michael until he started walking around the halls wearing the maroon jacket with the gold football stitched on his left chest.

“Stupid Michael,” he mutters.

“Listen dude, I would *-totally- like to hear your five hundred eleveteenth time of cursing Michael but my mom says I gotta get off the phone. We’ll meet by the cafeteria tomorrow, ya?”

“Exactly after sixth bell. That's when they said the list would be up. No stopping to take a leak or anything. Go straight to the cafeteria,” Taehyung chides, scribbling on the margin of his homework.

“Okay dude, chill. I’ll see you in the morning,” Yoongi scoffs, hanging up the phone.

The next day, Taehyung was thrumming with excitement. 

His mother made him a good luck breakfast, strawberries on top of peanut butter toast, and his dad gave him a fist bump as he walked out the door. 

Immediately he sees Yoongi waiting in his driveway on his bike, “you ready man!” he called. 

“Hell yeah!” Taehyung whooped back as he jumped on his bike and began pedaling toward Yoongi.

Taehyung knew it was gonna be a good day. 

And it was a good day. 

He got an “A” on his science test, the lunch lady gave him an extra slice of pizza because he helped her pick up some canned corn that had fallen over when she was carrying them into the cafeteria and Jenny even told him that she liked his Nirvana shirt.

So when he already saw Yoongi waiting for him by the cafeteria doors, after the sixth bell Taehyung knew it was a sign from his angels that he made the team. 

Yoongi was known for being notoriously late everywhere.

“Let’s go!” Taehyung yelled as he ran past Yoongi, not waiting for him to catch up. 

When they came to the outside of the gym there were already a slew of students there. 

Those who were seeing if they made the basketball team and then those who wanted to see who made the team, just for fodder.

Taehyung and Yoongi clawed and shouldered their way to the four sheets of paper taped to the outside of the gym doors.

As they got closer, there was a huge obstacle, meathead Gerald. 

“Hey Gerald, Gerald,” Taehyung yelled his booming baritone voice parting the sea of students.

Gerald turned toward Taehyung. 

“You weren’t at tryouts! Can you fucking move?!” 

“Fuck, Taehyung, ya don’t have to be so rude.” Gerald snaps as he flicks Taehyung off, bustling through the crowd. 

“Crap! This is the girls' basketball team lineup!” Taehyung calls out to Yoongi, close enough to see the paper’s headings.

“Come over here man. It’s here!” Yoongi eagerly points to the sheet of paper a few feet from him. “I can’t see it though. Shit I should've worn my glasses.” 

Taehyung jerks between bodies and crawls under random arms, swimming his way to get to Yoongi.

“Let me through, let me through!” He pleads over the buzz of high pitched teen voices.

Taehyung is finally in reach of the papers, he’s seeking it with his eyes and then scanning the sheets with his trembling fingers.

“Yoongi you’re here, you’re here!“ he booms, pulling Yoongi by the elbow toward him, scooting other people out the way. 

"Whoa...” Yoongi is gobsmacked when he sees his name. The two friends look at each other and fist bump.

“But dude what about you?” 

Taehyung scrambles back to the paper, forgetting for a moment that he wanted no -needed- to see his name on that paper. 

His finger scrolls and searches, but then -- he saw it. 

He. Saw. His. Name! 

There it was, his fucking name was on the list. 

“I made the team fuckers!” He cries out, jumping into the air, fists flying up.

"Kim Taehyung! Your mouth,” Coach Harrison’s voice cuts through the crowd. 

Taehyung straightens up immediately as he sees the authoritative figure glaring warningly at him.

“I’m sorry Coach. I just got carried away,” he shrugs and sheepishly apologizes as everyone looks at him for a moment before turning away.

“I don’t even know why Taehyung’s so happy, he didn’t even make the first team.” He hears someone say.

“I know, Yoongi is completely better than him. It’s obvious,” someone else adds.

Taehyung feels the heat of embarrassment simmering to his face quickly. 

He avoids to meet any eyes as he turns back to the papers taped on the gymnasium doors.

And sure enough by his name, “Second Team” is neatly typed while “First Team” is firmly printed by Yoongi’s.

“We did it man!” Yoongi’s voice brings him back from the edge of crippling humiliation.

“Let’s just go home,” Taehyung mumbles as he makes his way quickly through the crowd, keeping his head down so people couldn’t see his eyes brimming with tears.

“What’s wrong dude? You were waiting for this?” Yoongi interrogates as he falls in step with him, nudging him with his shoulder.

Taehyung grabs his bike helmet and slams the kickstand on his bike back. 

“I just thought I would make the first team man. I didn’t think I was as bad as Robert Smelly Peterson,” Taehyung sniffs, his face squeezing into a stink face as his feet work the bike pedals. 

“Tae, you’re totally better than Smelly,” Yoongi promises as he catches up with him easily. 

“You’re just not better than me,” he cajoles, picking up his pace and grinning as he passes Taehyung.

And then they’re full out racing to Yoongi’s house. 

The first one there gets the last strawberry filled donut.

There were no hard feelings, they were friends after all. Best friends.

Taehyung received his athletic jacket and he was right, Jenny liked it, not even caring he was on the second team when he asked her out. 

And once he began working out with Yoongi after a few weeks, Coach Harrison bumped him up to the first team halfway through the season.

But that didn’t stop the one up. 

No the one up was so deeply written in their friendship code, they didn’t know how to rescript it. 

It just went on and on. 

And Taehyung couldn’t deny that it was a great motivation for him.

When Taehyung got his first car, a beat up forest green four door Toyota RAV4 that had no air conditioning and made a squeaky sound under its hood from his parents, Yoongi’s parents bought him a brand new black Ford Mustang fully decked a month later.

The weekend Yoongi was gifted the sports car, Taehyung promptly lost his virginity in its backseat. 

Taehyung told Faith, a girl from his Chemistry class, at a party he just got the Mustang earlier in the day and she believed him.

She asked for a ride around the block, eyeing him suggestively as she did so. 

What was he supposed to say when a beautiful girl was asking….for a ride...around the block?

No? 

Yeah, right.

“Yong, hey, can I see your car keys real quick,” Taehyung asked, tapping Yoongi on the shoulder with the back of hand and eyeing Faith as she stared at him hungrily.

Yoongi was standing closely to Lisa, a girl he’s been wild about for a month now.

“Why,” Yoongi whispers at him as he shoots Lisa an apologetic smile.

“I forgot my phone in it. Fuck I’ll bring them right back,” Taehyung reasons as he keeps his eyes on Faith.

“Pfft, fine,” Yoongi huffs, slapping his keys into Taehyung’s hands.

“Thanks bro, I'll be right back.” he calls over his shoulder.

“Why did Yoongi have your keys,” Faith questions as Taehyung ushers her out the front door. 

"Oh, he's the designated driver," he replies with a shrug and a smirk.

Yoongi knew instantly that something had occurred in his car.

The brand new car smell was completely replaced with what he could only describe as being close to sweat.

In his defense, Taehyung didn’t know he was going to get laid in Yoongi’s car, really.

All he was hoping for was a hand job, or a blowjob. 

But when Faith said she wanted to go all the way...how could he say no? 

He's a red blooded man with hormones racing at lightning speed, he couldn't say no.

But he was still sane enough to wrap it up. 

Nobody ain't got time for no babies.

“Dude, I'm low key mad, but high key impressed.” Yoongi told him after Taehyung confessed everything as they drove home from the kickback. 

“And also...hook me up with one of her friends.” 

So Taehyung did. 

And Yoongi lost his virginity seven days later.

See how the one up continues? 

Just on and on. Day after day, week after week and years.

Nonstop, one up.

Yoongi got a walk-on spot at the local university and was eventually granted a  athletic scholarship.

Taehyung on the other hand was awarded a full four year academic scholarship into the same university forgoing basketball altogether to focus on grades when he entered high school.

Later, Taehyung got accepted into Law school and then Yoongi got into Medical school. 

But their friendship withstood the tribulations of getting older with someone. They were still as close as they were in their childhood years. 

There was no one Taehyung trusted more than Yoongi and the feeling was sappily mutual. 

But then came you. 

The Cleopatra to their Julius Caesar and Marc Antony. 

Taehyung's first interaction with you is when you began debating him in a lecture about the hypocrisy that a two parent home was more efficient for raising kids than a single parent home.

Boy did you go off on him. 

And he loved it. Loved seeing you so worked up. Adorable wasn't it, that word didn't encapsulate your being, you were more elemental. 

You were electric. You were fire.

You spoke rapidly and with intention, you were fiery and yet eloquent. 

You sparked and ignited with a quality that Taehyung had never seen.

He needed to know your name. 

So after class he found himself in front of you.

"What's your name?"

"Y/N," You clipped, rolling your eyes at him while gathering your things, paying him no mind.

"I'm Taehyung," he paused and you glanced up at him.

"Nothing personal right? Just a friendly debate."

You looked up at him and gave him a tight grin.

"I mean your really did open my eyes about how many kids do well coming from single parent homes even if the statistics aren't skewed in their favor," he explained, watching you place your books in your bag and then slowly crawl to a stop.

"Thanks...and you're right," you sighed, clasping your bag shut, "it's nothing personal, just a subject close to home. I'm a product of a single parent household so I guess I'm just a little sensitive." 

Taehyung nodded, taking in how beautiful your eyes were even when they don't have flames of fury in them.

"Do wanna grab some coffee and go over some of the notes from today...if you have some time?" He asks suddenly, hardly believing those words left his mouth so quickly.

And surprisingly, you agreed. And then soon enough it became a regular occurrence.

You would meet after lecture and debate about things big and small, from politics to movies to the best burger places in town. 

Taehyung could not lie, he loved being in your company, but he couldn’t deny how intimidated he felt around you and maybe that's because he found himself all the way smitten with you.

Over the months, he desperately wanted to ask you out, and every time he built the courage to ask you, you would make some statement about him being a good friend and how you don’t have many friends in town since recently moving here.

But fuck, you were so pretty and sarcastic and smart. He didn’t want to be your goddamn friend, he wanted to be something more to you. 

And as Taehyung lamented to Yoongi, one night as they shared a blunt in their apartment after a long study session, Yoongi came up with a plan.

“Bro, I got you. Listen, my birthday party is next weekend right?” Yoongi asks as he grabs the blunt from Taehyung.

“What does your birthday have anything to do with Y/N.” Taehyung sighed as he throws his head back on the couch cushions.

“So invite her, idiot."

"She says she doesn’t know many people right?” Yoongi continues as his lips pull on the blunt.

“Yeah,” Taehyung hums, taking the soon offered blunt back from Yoongi’s fingertips.

“So...introduce her to more people…. Flirt with her a bit. Make her see you outside of the law school shit,” Yoongi breathes, as smoke billows from his mouth.

“I mean it could work.”

“Dude, I’ve helped you pull so much pussy,  I'm ninety-nine percent sure, this will work," Yoongi declares slapping his thigh.

Yoongi then points his finger toward Taehyung, “And when it does work, when you pass the bar exam, you better offer your lawyer services to me for free!” he announced, reaching for his beer and taking a large swig.

“If you help me pull Y/N, I will most definitely do, just that,” Taehyung coughs, thumping his chest as smoke puffs from his mouth like a stove top chimney.

“I can’t believe you're -still- a lightweight!  After all these years?" Yoongi baffles, spilling half his beer down his shirt.

“Yeah, well, at least I’m not clumsy, you shithead.”

And so the next time Taehyung sees you and once your latest debate comes to an end, he pins you with a look.

“Y/N,” he begins, clearing his throat, before continuing. 

“I was thinking about what you said...that you haven’t met many people since you moved here.  I-I-I my best friend’s birthday party is this weekend. He knows a lot of people, -we- know a lot people. I was wondering if you would like to come with m- If you would like to come- I mean,” he splutters.

You laugh and Taehyung can feel his heart flutter in his chest. He takes a deep breath as he smiles at the sound of you laughter.

“He's throwing a party and I'd love for you to come?"

"You know so I can introduce you to some new potential friends,” he quickly finishes, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair.

“Tae, I would love that,” you smile at him and Taehyung wants nothing more than lean in and press his lips against yours. But he doesn't. You're not his, not yet. 

“Text me the details okay?” You confirm as you stand up to put on your coat and Taehyung swiftly stands to help you in it.

“I will,” he whispers as you turn to face him.

“Sounds like a date,” you grin again, you hug him lightly and wish him a good night.

“Dammit I might be giving my services for free to Yoongi for the rest of my life,” Taehyung says to himself as he watches you leave the café while biting back the smile that is threatening to spill onto his face. 

“Have a fucking drink and relax,” Yoongi encourages, practically throwing a whiskey and soda in Taehyung’s hand as his eyes stare at the door, waiting for your arrival.

“You act like you’ve never tasted pussy before,”  Yoongi berates as he knocks back a shot of Hennessy. 

Yoongi continues with his insults, “And I know that’s not true because all those girls you fucked in high school and college wouldn’t stop talking about how much you liked to eat them out.”

Taehyung chokes on his drink and laughs loudly.

“Wha-why are you just telling me now?” He says, finally pulling his eyes off the door to look at his friend incredulously.

“Bro, I really don’t want to look at your gooey face while I tell you about Stacey Young cornering me at prom about how you made her squirt with your tongue.”

“Fuck...Stacey...I forgot about that...She really did...a lot,” Taehyung whistles and winks at him over his drink as Yoongi mimes vomiting.

“Whoa...who’s that? Is that her?” Yoongi mouth gapes, gaze toward the door.

Taehyung turns and sees it is you that has walked in, looking like a drug induced sex dream, wearing a plunging black v-neck mini dress that hugged your body in all the right ways, showcasing your curves like it was literally painted on you.

It left very, very little to his wild imagination.

Taehyung felt like a cartoon character whose tongue rolls onto the floor when they see something delicious.

Yoongi slaps his back, bringing him out of his fantasies. Then Taehyung's off toward you, saying not a word to his friend as his feet are tripping over each other to get to you. 

Maybe he shouldn’t have had those two whiskey and sodas.

“Y/N!” he cries as he gets nearer to you and you look relieved when your eyes find his.

“Tae,” you greet as you tug him into a friendly hug.

“Glad you made it, you look great,” he says as he does his best to take  in your appearance politely as a friend and not like a man who wants to devour you.

“Thanks,” you gush, shyly accepting the compliment.

 “You told me this party was at some trendy bar so I tried my best to look the part.”

“Oh you do. You totally do,” Taehyung grins as his top teeth bite on his lower lip.

“You do too,” you hum, liking his red silk shirt and tight black jeans. 

“Thanks,” he says softly, but he can tell that there's a dopey grin that’s on his face that has been there since he made his way over to greet you.

“Ahem, so wanna grab a drink?” He offers, pointing to the dark bar.

“Sounds good,” you agree, walking ahead as Taehyung motions for you to go first. 

He would like to say he was doing it to be a gentleman but in all honestly, he just wanted a good view of your ass in that dress.

And when he sees it, he can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

As he follows you to the bar, he tells himself to not get hard, to look away, or think of his grandmother, anything, anything but think about his cock near your ass.

You saddle up to the bar and sit down on an empty seat. Taehyung refused to sit, telling you that he was sitting a lot before you arrived. 

That was a lie.

The truth is his cock was so fucking hard and he was already so uncomfortable in the tight jeans he was wearing, it would be nearly impossible for him to sit down.

You told Taehyung your drink preference and he relayed it to the bartender easily. 

The two of you are already so comfortable with each other that it took only a few minutes to flow into an airy conversation filled with banter.

Whenever a recognizable face would pass by, Taehyung would call them over and introduce them to you and with each new face you learned a little something new about him, things you never got to learn during your after class discussions.

“I didn’t know you painted,” you guffaw, slapping his arm as one of his friends walks away.

“Well you never asked,” he retorts, setting his drink down on the bar, letting his eyes roam over your figure.

“Do you have anything I can see?” you ask, your eyes raking over him as well.

Taehyung licks his lips.

This is fucking it.

“Actually I-”

“Hey Tae! Who's the friend you’ve been holed up with all night?” Yoongi interrupts, clapping him firmly on the back and looking at you expectantly.

Taehyung curses Yoongi out in his head, but presses a smile to his face as he side-eyes Yoongi.

“Hey Yong. Y/N, this is the birthday boy, my best friend, Yoongi. Yoongi this is Y/N.”

You greeted Yoongi with a soft open hand, which he gladly accepts.

“From your law school right?” Yoongi guesses, turning to look at Taehyung while his hand is still holding yours.  

A gesture Taehyung can't help but notice.

“Oh? Are you talking about me Tae?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow up at him.

Taehyung's hand comes up to scratch his neck.

“Yeah, he does. He said you’re smart. That you two debate all the time.” Yoongi answers for him, pointing between you and Taehyung.

“Oh does he? Hopefully he doesn’t go too hard on me,” you banter.

“Taehyung going hard? Never,” Yoongi chuckles.

“I’ll be back. I gotta use the restroom.” Taehyung announces suddenly, taking a distance from the bar and Yoongi easily shifts into his place.

“We’ll be here when you get back Tae,” you call as he steps away from you and Yoongi. 

Taehyung rushes to the bathroom and splashes cold water on his face, preparing himself to ask you out. 

Taehyung and Yoongi have done this little song and dance many times over the years and it always worked like a charm.  

One would swoop down on the other feigning insult because the buddy has been holed up with a beautiful girl all night. 

Swooped down buddy would excuse himself, usually the bathroom and let the neglected friend make nice with the target and plant seeds about the other, making it easier to take said woman home.

Taehyung looks at his appearance and he smiles at himself, he’s hopeful that Yoongi is doing a good job and he’s hopeful that you’ll say yes when he asks you out, maybe he would even ask to take you home.

He exits the bathroom and makes his way back to the bar where he left you and Yoongi, only the two of you are not there when he returns. 

“Hey,” Taehyung yells toward the bartender, waving to get her attention. 

“Did you see where the guy and girl went that were seated here?” He asks her as she comes closer to him, pointing to your empty chair.

“No, I only saw you and that girl. I’m not sure where she went, maybe the bathroom?” She shrugs as she goes about putting ice into shakers.

Taehyung reasons you could be in the bathroom, he wasn’t gone long and so he orders another drink and waits for you.

But as he finishes his drink and his eyes scan the crowd, you still haven’t reappeared.

The bartender brings him another whiskey and soda and as Taehyung sips it, worry is now bubbling in this gut. He gets up and wanders toward the women’s bathroom.

“Excuse me?” he stops a woman coming out the bathroom, startling her.

“I’m sorry, I’m just looking for a friend. I think she’s in the bathroom but it’s been awhile. I want to make sure she is okay. Can you look to see if she’s in there?” He asks softly.

She agrees and he provides her your details and she makes her way back into the bathroom to look for someone matching your description.

Taehyung doesn’t know why but he knows something is off as he keeps his eyes peeled for you and then Yoongi to see if he knew where you went.

“I didn’t see anyone that matched that description,” the woman tells him as she steps out of the bathroom.

 “Sorry...I hope you find her though. Have you looked outside?” she offers with a sympathetic grin as she notices his worried face.

Outside?

Fuck, he didn’t even think to look there. 

Maybe you just needed some fresh air.

“Thank you for looking. That's a great idea, I'll check outside.”

Taehyung steps into the cool spring air and scans the sidewalk. There’s a few people out, some smoking cigarettes and other sharing joints, but he doesn’t see you.

“Hey Taehyung, looking for Yoongi?” Jimin calls from behind him and then pulls him into a hug when he's in distance.

Jimin leans  back from him and studies his face.

“Don’t worry about Yong. He’s fine. I just saw him practically fucking a girl in the alley.”

Taehyung's stomach lurches, and he doubles over slightly.

“Fuck dude, you okay?” Jimin asks, leaning down, hand on his back as he looks at his face. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you this green since spring break of senior year of high school,” Jimin chuckles, taking a step back. "Let me know if you're gonna hurl."

“Where is he?” Taehyung drawls out.

“Wha-Yoongi? He’s over there...but be careful. I’m pretty sure he’s fucking or -about- to fuck someone over there. Maybe finished fucking? I dunno you know sometimes he doesn't last long,” Jimin shares, shaking his head woefully as his thumb points to an alley a block down.

Taehyung’s feet begin moving before he even knows it and they feel heavy, like they're trying to keep him away from what he's about to see. But he presses on even though he knows what he’s going to see before he sees it. 

As he rounds the alley he sees you, your back pressed against the brick wall, your dress is hiked up and your ass is basically hanging out. 

Your legs? 

Well, they’re wrapped around Yoongi’s waist, as he pushes up against you.

And Taehyung?

Taehyung is pretty sure his best friend’s dick is in your pussy right now, as his hips are moving fiercely into you and your eyes are screwed tight as your mouth hangs open.

He’s never seen your face like that. Ever.

Rage and bitterness spill out of Taehyung so violently that he projectile vomits on his shoes and then everything goes black.

When Taehyung wakes up he finds himself in his own bed.

His head feels like it has been smashed between cement blocks and he most definitely contemplates never drinking ever again in his whole fucking life. 

He rolls over and sees a trash can by his bed and a bottle of water on his nightstand. He reaches for the water and chokes it down, then replaces the cap before letting the bottle fall beside him on the bed. 

Taehyung wills himself to sit up and face the fucking day. This isn’t his first hangover rodeo. 

Shit, he needs to piss so bad. He runs a palm down his face and musters the will to stand up, wobbling a bit, not all of  the alcohol has left his body yet.

Shuffling out of his bedroom door and making his way into the bathroom, he flicks the light switch and scurries to the toilet bowl to pleasantly relieve himself.

After washing his hands he scrummages through the medicine cabinet for some painkillers and is elated when he finds a bottle, popping it open quickly and shaking three pills into his mouth. 

He leans down and scoops some water from the sink faucet into his dry mouth and with great effort, swallows the bitter pills down.

Taehyung takes a look at himself in the mirror and notices the bags under his eyes and he thanks the gods that it's Saturday so he can go back the fuck to bed.

As he exits the bathroom, his ears pick up on the voices drifting down the hall from the living room. 

The sounds are hushed, like they’re trying to not make a lot of noise and suddenly all his memories 

from the night before begin flooding in to his brain.

Whiskey, whiskey, Yoongi, you arriving, that dress, whiskey, friends, whiskey, Yoongi, bathroom, you gone, whiskey, waiting, whiskey, searching, Jimin, alley, you and Yoongi, black.

"Fuckkkkkk," he hisses as his hands clenched into fists while he stalks down the hallway. 

And what does Taehyung see when he enters the living room?

You sitting on his fucking couch, in one of Yoongi's T-shirts like you fucking lived there. 

Yoongi is casually sitting next to you, and then eyeing Taehyung warily as stands up slowly. 

You turn away from Taehyung,  the view out the window seeming more interesting than the two friends staring each other down. 

Yoongi steps closer to him, "How are you feeling br-?'

"Can I fucking speak with you in my room?" Taehyung seethes as his eyes dart between you and Yoongi.

Yoongi turns to you and you turn to look at Yoongi. You don't even try to look Taehyung's way.

Yoongi nods at you before following Taehyung to his room.

"What. The. Fuck. Yoongi, " Taehyung grits out, his eyes filled with anger as Yoongi closes the door behind him.

"I'm sorry dude. It just happened," Yoongi replies, throwing up his hands.

"I was gone for less than five minutes and it just happened?! I waited for her...and you. God I'm so fucking stupid." 

Taehyung slaps his forehead and begins pacing, his rage rolling off him hotly.

"I can't explain how it happened so fast, it just did. She asked me to go outside with her when she heard I had some weed. She wanted to smoke. We started walking and talking and before I knew it she was kissing me." Yoongi rattles out his hand running through his hair.

"So what? You didn't fuck her? That's what it sounds like you're saying but I fucking saw you two. Hell, she's wearing your fucking ratty ass Supreme  t-shirt when I come into our living room!"

Yoongi's lowers his head in shame, his cheek flamed red.

"I did. I did have sex with her," He admits his eyes remaining on the floor.

"And now what? You're gonna keep fucking her?!"

"Well y-yes-n-no, Yoongi stutters as his eyes look back up at Taehyung. 

"I don't just want to fuck her Tae, I want to date her, we've already talk-"

"The fuck dude?!" Taehyung screams as tears breach his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

"You just fucking met her Yoongi...you knew I liked her…" he chokes out as his feelings of anger evolves into sour betrayal. 

Yeah, Yoongi and him have shared hookups but they always talked about it first. 

But it never went down like this, especially when one of them shared they actually liked someone.

"I know I can't explain it. We just click, like click in a way I never felt."

"Oh so your fucking Shakespeare today?" Taehyung laughs, sounding like a mad man.

"You just had your dick down someone's throat last weekend -asshole- and now you want to date the fucking woman I was into?"

"Well excuse the fuck outta me," Yoongi finally shouts back.

"Taehyung you've been crushing on her this long and you haven't done shit about for months...she's kinda fair game," Yoongi scoffs, sweeping his hair out of his eyes.

"You have to move fast with a woman like Y/N or she'll get snatched up by someone else!"

Taehyung slams his fist into the wall next to him.

All he could see was red, blood red. It took everything in him to not smash Yoongi's face in.

That was it with him. Taehyung was officially done with Yoongi.

"Snatched up by my fucking best friend! Fucking have her then! Just fuck all the way off!" he screams as he moves to his closet to grab a duffle bag.

"Whoa dude what the fuck are you doing?" Yoongi moves toward him.

"Back the fuck away from me," Taehyung growls as he begins stuffing items into his bag.

"I'm gonna stay with Jimin. I'll grab my other shit later," Taehyung announces as he turns to face Yoongi once again.

"Taehyung, bro we can work this out man. I-h"

"No, we can't work shit out, Yoongi. You fucking win okay? I lose and you fucking win," Taehyung sniffles as he puts a few remaining items in his bag.

"I know you always wanted me to say it and now I'm saying it. You win," Taehyung continues as he walks around Yoongi and pulls the bedroom door open.

Taehyung storms down the hall and avoids your gaze as he shoves his shoes onto his feet and slams the door as he leaves, never looking back.

Taehyung didn't talk to Yoongi after that.

Yoongi tried to reach out to him. He called Taehyung multiple times, leaving apologetic voicemails but all they did was cut the same wound deeper and deeper into Taehyung's heart. 

His voicemail and texts were always the same, Yoongi wanted the friendship back but there was a piece of him who couldn't bear to let you go. He wanted both you and Taehyung in his life. 

It wasn't something that Taehyung could accept and eventually blocked Yoongi, a few weeks after hearing the same shit.

But still he wallowed in his misery of losing his best friend and the woman he thought could be his future wife.

Speaking of you, Taehyung avoided you like the plague at Law school. 

Any debates you were a part of he chose not to engage in, even if he thought you were dead wrong, biting his tongue instead even if your argument was weak.

He walked past you when class ended and never turned his head your way in the halls, like he didn't even know your name, like you were a perfect stranger.

He couldn't look at you. He couldn't -- not without remembering what unfolded months ago and thinking about what could've been.

Moving in with Jimin, helped him more than he would verbally admit.

Jimin was a great friend and understood the rivalry between Taehyung and Yoongi, he had been there from the beginning. 

They were all close but Taehyung and Yoongi were like peanut butter and jelly, on their own they were good but together they were delicious.

But Jimin did not want to take sides, hoping that the best friends would sort things out somehow. 

And a part of him felt guilty, thinking that if he wouldn't of ran into Taehyung outside the bar, the friendship between Yoongi and Taehyung would still be intact.

Jimin confessed to Taehyung that he was worried that he's the one that stuck a knife in their seventeen year friendship. If he weren't for him, Taehyung and Yoongi would still be friends. 

"No Chim, the only knife used was the one Yoongi stuck in my back. I think you were supposed to tell me," Taehyung hummed.

Taehyung tried his best to move on from what happened with you and Yoongi.

He began hanging with old and new friends, dating and fucking new people and was fortunate to be offered a job with a top law firm in the city, right after passing the bar exam.

All was going well. Taehyung really believed that he had gotten over the whole thing.

That is until one day he noticed a beautifully wrapped invitation littered with gold confetti announcing the wedding date of you and Yoongi, sitting on the kitchen table of the space he shared with Jimin.

The emotional fire he suppressed ignited with a burning flame. 

Taehyung immediately went out that night and got all the way white boy wasted, not remembering who he brought home the next day or even how he got the fuck home. 

All he knew when he woke up was that he needed to one up Yoongi once and for all.

About a year later, Taehyung got lucky. 

Really fucking lucky. 

He received a case involving a hit and run and who to his surprise was working for the defendant? 

You, you, you, you, YOU.

Always you, it's gotta be fate right? 

He knew you were tethered to him in some way.

You walked into the courtroom looking like your usual confident self, not a thing had changed over the years from that fact.

You held your head a bit higher though and pulled you shoulders back a little bit more but other than that you were still utterly beautiful. Your eyes had that fiery glow, hair was perfectly in place, and a sharp tailored grey suit fit your body perfectly.

Taehyung had to admit it, you had his fucking heart. 

He doesn't know when you snatched it from him but all he knew was that you were clearly holding it in your hands as your heels clicked along the marble floors in the courtroom.

When your eyes met his, all Taehyung could do was swallow the bitter taste on his tongue as he nodded to you coolly, which you returned with ease, giving him a slight wave as the gigantic diamond ring that sat on your finger shined brightly.

"Good to see you Taehyung, it's been a long time. Are you well?" You ask as you pause by his table.

He stood from where he was seated and took note of how your eyes examined his figure, swept over his black Armani suit, Patek watch and polished Gucci shoes.

"Good to see you too, Y/N. I'm doing very well," he returns, as he licks his lips and fixes his pearl encrusted cufflinks.

"We should have lunch after this, catch up a bit. Are you free?" You smirk as you study his sly ebony hooded eyes and strong jawline.

"I am...for a bit. Lunch would be lovely," he replies before the judge began banging the gavel for all in the courtroom to order.

Taehyung can also admit, you did well that day, pleading the case of your client with particular ease. Made the defendant seem like an innocent baby in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

He was impressed.

And while you did well, Taehyung did better.

He oozed appeal to the jury, he passionately argued about how unfortunate his client's life had been since the car accident. Detailed his client's injuries, about how his client lost his job at the factory because he could no longer do the duties that the position entailed. Painted how his whole family's lives were turned upside down and negatively affected for months by an event that happened in minutes.

It was so easy. One of the easiest lawsuits Taehyung ever had to try and he got a unanimous decision in favor of his client, earning him $500,000 in liabilities and damages. Taehyung took ten percent of those earnings home.

After congratulating his client, Taehyung felt like he was literally floating toward you, a smug grin planted on his handsome face.

You rolled your eyes at him as he approached you.

"Good try," he murmurs, staring at you with thunder blazing in his eyes.

You shook your head at him, "you know that suit was pretty straightforward Taehyung, but nonetheless good job." You offer your hand to him and he takes it tenderly.

Taehyung flicks his wrist to look at his watch as he takes his other hand from your grasp and slips it into his slacks as your eyes drink him in. 

The smell of him, smoky and spicy, surrounding you.

You loved Yoongi but something had been off with the two of you lately.

His residency in the ER was taking a toll on him and you hardly saw him except when you were already on your way into the office.

Yoongi would kiss you tiredly when he got home in the early hours of the morning before shuffling off to the bathroom, looking haggard and worn out as he began the shower.

You knew things would get better in a year or so once his residency came to an end but still, you missed lying next to him at night. 

You can't even remember the last time you had sex.

And now with Taehyung standing before you, looking so sure of himself, looking more handsome than a couple years prior, not to mention how sexy and persuasive he was during the trial did something to you.

It was like Taehyung picked up what you were thinking because his nose flared slightly and he eyed you up and down slowly.

"It's gotta be sorta quick," he emphasizes, "I have another trial in two hours.

"Me too.  I know a place."

"I'll drive," he counters.

You relent.

You never made it to the lunch spot.

As Taehyung maneuvers the silver Aston Martin DBS with ease and precision, he could tell your eyes are on him. You talk most of the way, telling him about Yoongi working insane hours and the house the two of you bought, after your wedding, in a nice suburb of course.

There was the way that you went on and on that made him think you were nervous. That made him happy. To think his presence made you self-conscious maybe even less sure about yourself made him hard.

Taehyung nods along and adds "Ahs" and "mhmms" as you drone on about your life with Yoongi.

"I bought a place too. It's near here," he murmurs, when you pause briefly, his hand rubbing his chin as he glances at you.

"Wow, must be nice," you confess, watching his tongue flick out of his mouth and then be squeezed between his lips.

"It is. Wanna see it?" He asks turning to look at you pointedly as he pulls the car to stop at a red light.

"I can make a quick lunch for us there, ya know beat the lunch crowd," he softens, chuckling a bit.

He doesn't know why, but you agree, surely thinking you would turn him down. You're married to his ex-best friend after all.

As the two of you climbed into the elevators of his condominium, neither of you spoke on the way to the 16th floor. Both of you just eye each other intently.

Taehyung was gripping the railing tightly behind him, trying his damndest to keep his hands to himself.

He hadn't seen you in years and his want for you was so clear in his head, was suppressed for so long that he could feel his want bubbling up to the surface.

You were imprinted on him.

And when the doors opened nothing was spoken. He just walked close next to you, letting his shoulder brush casually against yours.

You glanced at him and saw him already looking at you and he could tell you were overwhelmed.

"Why are you staring at me like that Tae?"

He stops in front of his condo door and turns to it and then back to you.

"You're beautiful Y/N...more beautiful than I remember," he states like it was facts, shaking his head and removing the hair that curtained his eyes.

"Is that even possible?" He questions, stepping closer to you, placing his hand on your cheek. 

You don't say a word, your eyes just peer into his.

"If I were Yoongi I would drop everything to be around you...all the time," he whispers.

You freeze as his face moves closer to yours. 

You should tell him no but you don't, you let his face come closer and closer.

You liked Taehyung in law school. 

He was funny, and witty and incredibly pretty. You wanted him to make a move on you but he never did and neither did you. 

And a deep pit settled in your stomach , thinking he was out of your league.

When you met Yoongi, you took to him immediately. He was goofy, and sure spoken and when he told you he was attending medical school, you knew was smart. 

Yoongi was so cute when the two of you left to smoke and when he looked at you a certain way, you couldn't help but lean into and kiss him. And he made it obvious he wanted you. Made it abundantly clear when he fucked you in the alley.

And yeah you saw Taehyung coming into the alley you just thought he was drunk. It wasn't until the next morning when you heard Taehyung and Yoongi arguing you learned the extent of the situation.

You felt guilty for being the reason two friends stopped talking, but you couldn't deny that you had feelings for Yoongi.

It felt a little too late with Taehyung at the time.

"You've been on my mind a long long time, beautiful," Taehyung's nose brushes against yours and you hear him take a deep inhale while his eyes shut close.

"A long time," he emphasizes as his eyes tug open and are now hooded with lust.

He leans in to kiss you and you accept it. 

You let it all happen. You kiss him back with want.

And before you know it Taehyung was tearing you into his condo and shrugging off your jackets as your tongues tangled together sloppily.

Taehyung took no time in taking you. 

He couldn't hold himself back, not any longer. His need to be inside you completely overtook his body. 

He presses you over the back of his couch and hurriedly tugs you skirt up as he pinches at your nipples from behind relentlessly. His erection throbs against your ass as he lathers your neck and shoulders with kisses.

"I've been wanting to feel you for so long," Taehyung groans as he grinds up against you, feeling hard and thick.

"Grant me this please, Y/N," he begs deeply into your ears as his hands slide to caress your round cheeks and then to the lining of your panties.

"Just once. Yoongi will never need to know," He urges as his hands wrap around you and creep under the fabric meeting your cunt and, rubbing against your folds eagerly, spreading the juices there.

"Ok," you breathe. You wanted Taehyung to have you, and it didn't help that it felt like forever since you had been fucked.

He growls when you respond and his hands remove from your entrance and to his belt, unbuckling it with a fervor that borders on madness, staring at your bent form like a man gone wild.

Taehyung pushes his pants down his legs so that they pool down around his feet. And untucks his hard aching member from his Gucci grey briefs, choosing not to remove them.

He pumps his cock and the fucking thing looks so angry.  It was leaking with his jizz and fat droplets ran down his hand as his gaze eats you up.

"Pull your panties down," Taehyung gruffs as his fingers on one hand fumble with your waistband as his other hand continues to stroke his cock eagerly.

You reach back and grab at the waistband of panties and tug them down over your ass, making it over the globes before he's plunging his dick into you, pinning your hands behind you as his hips press against you.

You yelp. 

Yes you're soaking wet but you're not accustomed to this kind of girth.

Taehyung feels fucking huge and he just stuffs it in you with no time to prepare for him. 

Yoongi was blessed in length, long and lean. Taehyung's cock to put it simply was chunky.

"Fuck," he yells as he pulls back from you, his hips sliding back, finally freeing your pinned hands and you crash them forward to catch you from falling over the sofa with the force he is ramming into you.

"So fucking good," he groans as his large hands land on your thighs and shifts you deeper onto his cock.

"Tae," you moan, looking back at him.

"I know, I know. But I have to show you what you missed out on." He grits out as he grinds his cock into you and you can feel his swollen member swimming around your walls, the friction so good you feel your climax rattling down your spine.

"You should've been mine,"  Taehyung moans as he pulls his hips back only to thrust them against you, lodging his fat dick into your hungry cunt.

"Oh my fucking god, Tae," you scream, his words inching the desire within you from a simmer to a boil.

"You should've been screaming for me for fucking years," he grunts as he eagerly seeks his release.

Taehyung knows he's gonna make you cum before he gets to his end, he can feel it with the way you're dripping down his cock and tightening against his girth. 

He knows it because he fucking smell your arousal seeping out of your pores and hear it with each note that comes out of your mouth, getting higher and higher with each of his movements.

Suddenly he cages you against the couch, his hand removes the hair on the nape of your neck and his teeth take purchase of the flesh there as his thrusts get incredibly harder.

"C'mon baby, c'mon and fucking cum for me. You owe me this," Taehyung goads against your skin as his hand slides to your tucked bug and begins rubbing it furiously.

Taehyung words and dick rang through you, like he was your fucking landlord and the rent was past due, so relentless and so demanding you had to pay up now. 

And just like that, your orgasm swerves into, making you jerk repeatedly on his cock.

"That's fucking right," he spits out as the hand on your hips, moves to the base of your neck, fixing you in place as he shoots his hot sticky load in you. 

You can feel every muscle that he has pressed against you tense and spasming.

"Fuck yes, Y/N!" He cries out, as he fucks into you again, feeling another fresh load of his release hit your walls, his trembling fingers digging into your clit.

And you can't help the second orgasm that ripples through from the sheer amount of cum he's pumping into you.

Amazing sex. Some of the best you had in years.

That's exactly how you wound up in this predicament, after he had his way with you, you exchanged numbers and you were hooked.

He would call you and tell you to meet him, and you would. Every moment with him was like taking the good shit straight to the veins, making you hazy and forgetting where you were or who you were.

Mine. 

That's all he would tell you, that you belonged to him as he made what sometimes felt like love or straight up fucking, he always would tell you that you belonged to him.

You would meet him wherever he wanted you to meet him. He would fuck you like he wanted to fuck you. You took what he gave you.

This carried on for months after months, even after Yoongi's residency came to an end.

And then one day Taehyung showed up to your house unannounced.

"Y/N...so nice to see you," he greets casually as you open the door.

"What the fu-"

"Babe who is it?" Yoongi asks, coming to stand behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively.

Yoongi's eyes land on Taehyung and almost burst out of his head.

"Tae?! Wow man, what are you doing here? How'd you know where I lived?" Yoongi rapid fires.

"Y/N," he says, turning his eyes to you, and smirking.

"I tried a case with her a few weeks ago, she didn't tell you?" Taehyung asks as he throws a confused look between you and Yoongi.

Yoongi turns to you, with expectation filling his eyes.

"Oh that's right.. I thought I told you--I guess I forgot-- I've been working so much lately," You reason shooting a warning glance to Taehyung as Yoongi leans in to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Our Y/N has been working so hard over the last few months, staying late and working on some big trial," Yoongi offers as he wraps his arm over your shoulder.

"So what brings you here?" He further questions.

Taehyung's lips are set in a firm line and his eyebrows furrow as he looks between the two of you. 

His jealousy and rage thrumming through his blood, his fists clench but he stuffs them in his pants and then casually shrugs.

"Was in the area. Thought I'd stop by and catch up. Ya know it's been awhile."

"Yeah man! Come in! We were about to dinner but I think have we got enough for you to join us, right babe?" Yoongi exclaims, tugging Taehyung inside the house and shifting you out for the way.

Taehyung steps inside the house and takes stock of the layout. It's small, but comfort is tucked here and there. Tiny accents litter the living room area. 

"Cute house," Taehyung offers as he sees your wedding photo hanging on the wall and framed with an ornate gold frame.

It makes his stomach twist but he reels the pain in his heart in.

"You both look great. Sorry I missed it," Taehyung says as he points to the photo, looking you pointedly in the eye.

'Wanna beer man?' Yoongi asks abruptly, looking at Taehyung and then you.

"Sure," Taehyung shrugs again. 

Yoongi walks away with a hop in his step and as soon as he's out of view you hiss, "what the fuck Tae-"

"Shut up," he sneers, then continues, "I haven't seen you in few days, what the fuck, Y/N?"

"I've been busy with-" 

"Fuck your excuses, I wanna fuck you."

"Tae…"

"Shut the fuck up and just say yes. Or I will find someone else to fuck," he hisses as he stalks up to you.

"Did you forget?" He asks, pinning you with an intimidating look and nudging his nose with yours.

You shake your head softly as you tear your gaze away from him and look in the direction of where you hear Yoongi poking around the refrigerator.

"Words," Taehyung growls, roughly pulling your chin to make you focus on him.

"N-no I haven't forgotten. I'm yours, Tae."

"That's right. You. are. mine," he leans in and bites your bottom lip.

You squeeze your eyes and your nails dig into the palms of your hands to keep from yelping.

"Good girl, I'm going to send you instructions later. You will follow them. Understand?" he says, leaning back from you to examine your face as  you hear Yoongi's footsteps quickly approaching.

"Yes, whatever you want," you quickly agree.

Taehyung takes your hand and places a tiny square inch bag in your hand. Your fingers wrap around it easily.

"You will need this," he says, glancing at your hand as Yoongi comes back into view.

"Heeyyy..," Yoongi says as he sees Taehyung holding your hand. "What are you two doing?"

"I was just admiring the ring you bought for Y/N. You did well friend," He says, dropping your hand and turning to Yoongi with ease.

"Thanks man, yeah it cost me a lot. But she's worth it" Yoongi grins handing Taehyung a beer.

"More than that," Taehyung murmurs 

"What was that? "

"Oh, ho, I was just saying I bet that, I bet that she's worth it," He says with a tight smile as he brings his beer to his lips.

"Wanna sit down man?" 

Taehyung's phone begins ringing. 

He knew who it was. 

It was his assistant asking where he was. Taehyung was scheduled for a dinner meeting a few minutes from your house.

"Excuse me, it's my assistant," he offers an apologetic smile to both of you before turning his back.

He answers and Sara begins talking rapidly.

"Ok Sara..yeah I'll be there in a few. Tell Mrs. Canter I'll be there in a few minutes. Thank you."

Taehyung turns around and sees both you and Yoongi watching him.

"Ahh..I wanted to catch up tonight Yong but I totally forgot I have to meet a client tonight," Taehyung says running his hand through his silky hair as he makes his way to the door staring at you.

"Y/N, it was good to see you. Yoongi, let's catch up later this week ya? Maybe grab some lunch?"

"Yeah yeah,' Yoongi says meeting Taehyung at the door. 

"It was good to see you too. Just call me whenever you wanna hang. My number is the same." He shrugs and takes a sip of his beer before taking Taehyung's beer from his grip.

"Cool talk to you later."

And then Taehyung was gone and relief filled your lungs. 

"It was good to see him, right," Yoongi asks as he shuts and locks the front door.

"Yeah, it was," you sigh.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you ran into Taehyung," he scoffs as he heads back to the kitchen, "let's eat."

NEXT DAY

😈: You working tonight?

You: no

😈: You still have what I gave you?

You: yes 

😈: Good use it in his drink tonight. Wear something yummy and I'll see you at your house at 9pm sharp.

Your hands shook with worry. You had an idea what Taehyung had handed you but you didn't know what his plan was.

For months he has been training you to bend to his will, urging you were his and he could do with you what he pleased.

 And when he did you couldn't help but get lost in the pleasure of him, the pleasure he granted if you submitted to him.

But this was new. 

What did Yoongi have to do with all of this? 

About two weeks ago after spending the night with Taehyung you proposed leaving Yoongi, so you and Taehyung could be together officially.

Taehyung refused. He reinforced that you love Yoongi, you just wanted something new. 

You protested, telling Taehyung that you loved him, but he said it wasn't going to happen.

Not like that.

After Taehyung left your house, Yoongi had talked about him all night, telling you story after story about your secret lover. How much he missed his friendship and how hopeful he was about possibly regaining it.

When Yoongi got home  that night you greeted him at the door with a glass of whiskey, his favorite.

"Whoa, what's all this?" He gapes as he looks at what you prepared for him. All of his favorite dishes laid upon the table, candles lit, soft music playing.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you. I know I have been working a lot, and we haven't spent much time together," you gently say, as you tenderly put your hand on his arm.

"Well that's sweet of you," he hums as his arms wrap around your waist pulling you in for a kiss.

You took Yoongi's coat before he sat down and you saw him exhale a deep breath before bringing his drink to his mouth.

You hung up his coat and sat across from him. Yoongi smiled at you as he began scooping up portions of the dishes and began placing it on yours and his plate as he detailed his day.

You returned a smile at him, but guilt flowed through your body as his voice began to slur halfway during the meal, glancing up at the clock on the wall and saw it read 7:53.

"You okay honey? you ask, his whiskey drink nearly finished. 

"Uhhh yeah I just feel so tireds now. Mustve been a longersday than I thoughted," Yoongi slurs as he wobbled slightly in his chair.

You stand abruptly and meet him at his side.

"Probably, honey, you work so hard. Let me help you to bed you state as you help him from his chair.

"Imasuch a lieway" he giggles.

 "One drenk andmeow  an easeeey lay," he chuckles as he plants a sloppy kiss on your lips.

"Yoongi babe, walk with me, let's get you to bed," you urge.

As you begin to take steps with him you see his struggle to move down the hallway, his feet dragging heavily with each step.

When you get him to the bed he lies down with a groan.

I'sowwyy babe. I'm sowwy imasuch a messss. Yur food wuzsogood annal," he drifts off as hiscloses his eyes.

"Yoongi?"

"Hmph?!' he blurts out as he tries to sit up but fails to do so.

"Just lie back babe. It's all good. Get some rest. I love you," you whisper as you fan his hair out of his face.

Looking down at him, your guilt is now weighing down heavily on your shoulders.

Yoongi loved you. He worked hard for the both of you. What are you even doing drugging him, to just be with your lover for a few hours?

But you couldn't wallow too much because there was a soft knocking coming from the front door.

"Is he out?" Taehyung asks as he tugs in his tie as he walks through your door.

Now Taehyung was staring down at Yoongi as he snores loudly. 

His eyes turn to you as you stand at the foot of the bed, wringing your hands together as you wait for his instructions.

"Take your clothes off," he states as he moves around  to you to the head of the bed.

You follow his directions immediately, shedding the slip that rested on your  body.

“Come get me ready to fuck you," he commands, and you get on you knees before him.

You rub the crotch of his pants and find him somewhat hard.

“C'mon filthy girl we don't have all night," he chastises as he stares down at you with smoke in his eyes.

You quickly unzip his pants and reach through the zipper, and to your relief he wasn't wearing any underwear.

You pull his cock through the opening, it would be easier to pull his pants down, but that's not what Taehyung requested. He only said prepare him which meant to suck him off until he's fully hard or cums. Taehyung did what he wanted.

“Open up,” he says and you do what he says,.

You barely open your mouth before he's cramming his cock into your mouth.

"Fuck, your mouth is so hot filthy girl," Taehyung whispers out as his length hits the back of your throat making you choke around him as saliva pours from your mouth.

"You can take it. You have before," he grunts as he removes his cock, letting you breathe as he places his hands on the top of your head.

You look at him with tears raining down your face and he smiles sweetly at you.

"Again," he deeply urges and without hesitation you open your mouth to him again, tongue extending.

And once again he slams his dick into your mouth but this he presses down on your head so his length slips down your throat blocking your airway.

You struggle to breathe through your nose as he just lays seated in your throat, moaning wildly as his half hard cock fattens to it's full girth.

"My fucking dirty girl," he growls when he slowly removes his cock from your throat.

"I know you like it, I can smell you from here. I bet your neighbors can smell you from here," Taehyung says as he steps away from you to go to the bed, grabbing one of the pillows on the bed, throwing it toward the middle of the bed, right next to your sleeping Yoongi.

Taehyung began to undress himself. You turn to him when you were done catching your breath, licking your lips hungrily as your eyes feasted on his form.

Taehyung tore off his shirt, tan chest glistening as began undoing his pants and glancing at you.

"Want me dirty girl? Want me to fuck you next to your husband?"

You shamelessly nod, taking a step toward him, reaching out to him. 

He pushes your hand away from him.

"Nah, not yet. Get on the pillow. Hump yourself," he orders cutting his eyes to the king size pillow on the bed.

"But-"

"Now," He orders again, stopping all movement and glaring at you, his gaze a no bullshit one.

You make your way over to the bed carefully, eyeing Yoongi's resting form and hear his now softer snores. 

Climbing onto the bed, you glance at Taehyung before mounting the pillow to see he wasn't even looking at you. 

He was busying himself with untying his dress shoes and pants with a sharpness and intensity that was hard to ignore. Every item he stripped off made a violent sound as it landed on the floor beside him.

"Fuck the pillow dirty girl," he bellows out as he kicks off his shoes still not looking at you.

"Wanna hear you moan as you fuck  that pillow,” he mutters, pulling his pants down revealing his toned thighs and rock hard swaying cock. 

"Fuck the pillow like its me," he states bringing his eyes up to you slowly and raising his eyebrow in sly expression.

And the movement of your hips were automatic. They shifted and with it the satin fabric of the pillow rubbed against your clit. 

"Fuck Tae," you moan as you feel yourself drip down onto the fluffy object.

You look at him and see he's finally watching you, his teeth chewing on his tongue as his hand grips his cock.

"Doing well dirty girl but you can do better," he hums as his other hand rubs at his balls. 

You gasp and grind down harder onto the pillow. Yoongi's snores provide some weird ambient background noise.

Taehyung walks to the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on you as you run your swollen nub against the pillow that is tucked deeply between your thighs. 

"Fuck you are so dirty. Are you that greedy for my cock?" He chides , tilting his head at you, his stare moving down to your thighs as they squeeze and flex over the pillow..

"Yes Taehyung, always," You cry out as your moves against the pillow begin to grow in desperation, the need for something firmer to get you off.

"Look at -you-. Fucking yourself on a pillow while your husband snores beside you and your fucking lover watches. Didn't know you had it in you, filthy."

You gasp and your hands go to your breasts to tug at the nipples that rest there, your body is shaking as you try to cum so he can give you what you really want, his thick cock.

"Oh dirty girl needs more huh?" Taehyung asks as you feel his weight creep onto the bed.

You both freeze as Yoongi shifts slightly and Taehyung only moves when Yoongi's snores pick up again.

"Fuck dirty girl what are you gonna do if your husband catches us?"

You moan as you keep grinding against the pillow with haste, feeling your orgasm finally blooming within reach.

"Stop," he huskily demands as you feel his large hand wrap around your body, swatting the hands on your nipples away. His fingers wrap around each nipple and then you feel him leaning his full weight on you as he tugs on your nipples harshly, making you fall forward on the pillow.

You can't help but face plant onto the bed, flat on your stomach with Taehyung's full weight on you as the pillow nestles harshly against your clit while your nipples are pinched mercilessly between his fingers .

"Gonna make you scream so loud you wake your husband up," Taehyung gasps as his cock prods between your thighs at the flesh of your ass cheeks and around your folds.

"Open up your legs and let me in,'' he purrs into your ear as his fingers tweak tighter onto your stiffened peaks.

You moan and wiggle your legs apart, causing the pillow to nudge against your clit even further.

"Fucking filthy. I love it," Taehyung whispers as he adjusts his hips, his teeth nipping your earlobe and then tongue lathering behind it and then you feel the hot solid head of cock right at your entrance.

"Ready to let your husband know who this sweet cunt belongs to?" he sneers as his dick begins thumping against your entrance like the big bad wolf asking the three little pigs to let him in.

"Tae…."

"I'll take that as a yes," he growls as he enters you fully, the ridges of his ridged member rubbing against your juice coated walls.

You damn near scream but then you remember that Yoongi is right next to you and you squeeze your eyes and clamp your teeth over you bottom lip, fearing he may wake up from your sounds.

One of Taehyung's hands slither from under you and come down to shift your head so that it's planted into the bed, face turned toward Yoongi.

"Don't hide from him. Let him see and hear you for who you truly are. A fucking filthy girl," Taehyung clips as his dick is moving in and out of you casually, his pace so leisure it makes you squirm under him.

His other hand tugs at your abused nipple again. You moan and try to lift your head to turn it away from Yoongi. Your husband is laying on his side, his face turned toward you and Taehyung, his face is relaxed and strands of his hair fall across his closed eyes. He looks so peaceful.

"Oh c'mon now Y/N, you know you like this shit. You want him to see me fucking you. I mean he's been neglecting this pretty sloppy cunt for too long," Taehyung pants as his hips thump against your backside, the bed jolting with each movement. 

Your hands fist the sheets and you gargle a response to him, his weight on you making it delightfully hard to breathe, making your blood shoot to all the right places. 

"Making you my fucking dirty girl, while he can't even get a blowjob from you. How desperate are you, drugging your husband all for a fat cock," he growls as you feel his hips move farther away from you before plunging into your entrance harder.

Taehyung's hips suddenly swivel, making his dick rub up into the tender spot in your cunt, making your clit slide harshly against the  soft pillow.

You let out a strangled moan and feel your saliva drop down the corner of your mouth and pool on the bed, making a wet spot that your face bathes in as Taehyung humps you eagerly.

"Come on and soak these sheets and when you're done I'll fill you up and fuck my cum out of you. But you'll have to explain this mess," Taehyung chuckles breathlessly, his thrusts becoming punishing to the point you can only grip the sheets. 

The pillow isn't helping, it's jabbing and jabbing your sensitive nub with each of Taehyung's thrusts to the point tears are streaming down your face, only adding more juices for your face to swim in.

"I'll do anything," you finally scream as you feel your climax hold on you, "I just want you Tae,” you scream again, gushing around Taehyung as he smushes your face deeper into the mattress, all blood rushing to you cunt and your face. You're shuddering violently underneath him and whining how he's the only one for you.

"I told you, you were dirty. I know because you're -mine-," Taehyung grunts as he cums in you, smothering you down firmly into the bed, that you can barely breathe, the orgasms tiny spasms emitting from your body through tremors and you can't help but focus at a peaceful looking Yoongi as Taehyung humps every last drop of his cum into your swollen pussy, his fingers tucked under you and punishingly pinching your nipple. 

Yoongi's hand suddenly shoots up and rubs at his cheek, before his lips smack together once, twice before he continues to dreamland.

You bite your lips to stop the noises falling from your lips.

Taehyung lays still inside of you for a few minutes, kissing your neck and shoulders before he pulls out and off of you.

You turn over to look at him and see he's already putting his clothes on.

"Where are you going," you ask.

"Home," he says plainly as he glances up at you as he tugs on his pants.

You sit up and stare at him with confusion and he hears as a small whine escape your lips.

Taehyung chuckles softly, "what do you expect me to do Y/N? Cuddle you until your drugged husband wakes up?"

He stares icily at you as he deftly fastens his belt.

"This is not what this is. This isn't a relationship. This is just good ole wet and sloppy sex", he politely spells out for you as he works the buttons on his dress shirt and secures the cuffs.

Taehyung leans toward you, both hands firm on the bed as he kisses you on the forehead.

"Taehyung, I don't want just sex with you. I wanna be with you. Take me with you, I'll go right now," you beseech, getting up onto your knees and your eyes look up at him pleadingly.

He just boredly stares at you and you feel his cum seep out of you, rolling down your thighs and plopping onto the sheets below you. 

You wince thinking about how dirty the sheets are and how they would look in the morning, there was no way you could remove them and wash them with Yoongi passed out on top of them.

"I'm not taking you with me. You're staying right here," he announces, shaking his head and brushing his bleached hair out of eyes.

"Listen and listen carefully, you made your choice, Y/N. " He says, eyes cutting to Yoongi while his head nods toward him.

"And now live with it," he shrugs and he shoves his feet into his dress shoes and laces them up swiftly as he stares coldly at you.

You look at Taehyung in disbelief. 

How could he be saying this now, when for months he talked about how you were all that he ever wanted?

You offer to leave Yoongi for him and he shoots you down with no hesitation. 

Your eyes follow him as he walks around the room, grabbing his tie and retrieving his coat from the floor and then eloquently draping the items over his arm.

He turns to you as he reaches the open door frame, “Y/N, don't worry. your secret is safe with me dirty girl.”

Taehyung throws you a wink before walking out of the bedroom.

You take a deep breath and then sob, when you hear the front door slam shut.

"Tae, I have to admit it really feels good to be hanging out again." Yoongi says as he takes a sip of iced americano.

Taehyung nods his head and grins, "Me too, bro." He looked around the sidewalks of the café they were seated at. This wasn’t their usual spot and Taehyung wondered what the occasion was for them to meet at a new place that didn’t serve alcohol.

After you drugged him, Taehyung invited Yoongi to lunch and they began to catch up with each other. The conversation was rather bland since you had already told him what Yoongi has been up to, thanks to you, Taehyung already knew what Yoongi was up to but he feigned ignorance when Yoongi told him about his pediatric position at the city hospital. Nonetheless he had to admit he enjoyed being around his childhood friend again.

So he began meeting Yoongi after work at a bar halfway between his home and yours a few times during the week, this becoming a new normal. Some little hole in the wall that reminded d them of the places they haunted during their university years, where the beer was cheap and the crowd the usual. 

The place brought comfort to both of them, it was like a time warp. Once they walked through those doors it was like no bad shit happened between them, that they were simply best friends again.

And with each meetup, Yoongi began to share more and more. Yoongi admitted it was to have someone to confide in again, someone he could trust besides you. And with you he couldn't tell you everything. The bar was a place where Taehyung learned more about Yoongi and the you that you never divulged to him.

One thing he did find out was that up to a while ago, Yoongi suspected that you were cheating on him and had been for awhile. 

He talked about blacking out one night and waking up seeing you covered in marks and bruises. The sheets covered in stains. Yoongi immediately interrogated you about it, saying he's a fucking doctor he knows you had put something in his drink. 

You had cried and sworn you hadn't, said he drank a lot of whiskey and that he took you with passion and passed out after. The other part of the story is Yoongi accepted your re-telling of the events of that night. Yoongi thought it was plausible, admitting that he would often stop by a bar, just like the one they sat in when Yoongi confessed this, to have a few drinks.

Something that Yoongi  thought he hid well from you. But he did not hide it well, you're obviously a smart girl. You told Taehyung as much after the first time he slept with you.

You told him about how Yoongi had trouble getting his dick hard some nights when he tried to make love to you. You told Taehyung that Yoongi would come home drunk and pass out before he even had dinner, before you could make love.

See, the thing is, you left out parts of the story you wove to Taehyung. You never told him that you and Yoongi were trying to conceive, only told him you wanted babies "one day". You never told him that you were going to a fertilization specialist and that the stress of Yoongi impregnating you was putting a strain on your marriage.

No you didn't tell Taehyung, but don't worry, Yoongi did.

Yoongi told him everything.

"So, how's everything with work, the wife? I mean you sounded really excited on the phone," Taehyung hums, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "I can't believe we're drinking coffee and hot chocolate and not drinking beers," he groans.

Yoongi chuckles and Taehyung can see that the guy looks happy. Probably the happiest he's seen since they reconnected. His cheeks are rosy pink and his eyes are shining, not one bag to be seen under them and a gummy smile is covering his face. Taehyung knows this face well.

"I am, man, I really am. And I didn't want to share this news in a bar," Yoongi' relays  as his legs bounce under the table and his fingers drum against the wooden table excitedly.

Taehyung waits patiently, if there's one thing he has learned as a lawyer is to get all the details, all the willful information he can from a client before adding his thoughts or asking any questions.

"It's Y/N," Yoongi looks nervously around the sidewalks like he's divulging a big secret.

Once his eyes come back to Taehyung he says, "she's pregnant!" Yoongi is beaming, his face is glowing with pride and satisfaction. 

Taehyung claps his hands together, and stands up to give his friend a hug.

"That's really awesome," Taehyung congratulates as the two men take their seats again.

"We are really excited," Yoongi nods, sipping his hot drink.

"I bet! You two have been trying for how long now?"

Yoongi looks up at the crisp blue fall sky and hums as he considers. "Two years now?" He states looking back at Taehyung, who leans back and crosses one leg over the other and nods back at him.

"Yeah a long road, but we're there. Doctor said she's three months pregnant, so the chance of the pregnancy going to term has already increased greatly. We're out of the danger zone," Yoongi air quotes as he takes notice of a couple pushing a baby in a stroller. His eyes following as the happy trio stroll leisurely down the concrete path.

"That's gonna be you and Y/N soon man," Taehyung breathes, pointing at the family  as he sees Yoongi’s eyes sparkling brightly.

"Can I ask you a question though?" Taehyung asks, picking up his cup slowly, eyes holding Yoongi's as he takes a sip of his drink.

"Yeah, man. Anything," Yoongi replies as he also picks up his drink to take a sip.

 "Who's the daddy?"

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