➵ summary : you have one rule; you don’t date investment bankers, point blank period. but when your best friend invites you to her over-the-top housewarming party to meet her husband’s co-worker, kim taehyung, you don’t expect the night to take a wild turn; and risk bending your own rules.
➵ pairing: investment banker!taehyung x f. reader
➵ genre : non-idol!au, s2l, smut, pwp
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 9.4k
➵ warnings : alcohol consumption, swearing, sexual tension, heavy making out, mentions of exhibitionism (nobody sees them), big dicc!tae, against a window sex, unprotected sex (you’re smarter than this guys), ass, breast and pussy fondling (the holy trinity <3), sir kink!!, dirty talk, brief hand-jobbing, oral (m. and f. receiving), panty sniffing, denied orgasm, marking, riding, ass smacking, scratching, cum swallowing,
➵ a/n : as always, your feedback means the world to me <3
➵ playlist : take a slice by glass animals
Walking into Nabi’s home was the equivalent of waltzing into a bakery shop. The warm, aesthetic lighting provided a sense of homey comfort, the woodsy, though elegant furnishing and indoor pieces added an exquisite touch of sophistication, and the heavenly smell of freshly baked cherry pie welcomed you into a cozy paradise.
The front door shuts behind you, and you’re privy to at least three dozen people chattering and mingling away. Some clink glasses of liquor together. Others pick off the appetizers in the opulent kitchen while a handful smoke outside on the lawn.
Eyes surfing the crowd of people, you attempt to spot your best friend. Some familiar faces indeed catch your sight, though it’s the amount of new ones that settle some anxiety in the pit of your stomach. It’s not that you’re bad with people; you can actually be quite interpersonal, though the idea that many of these people are strangers leaves you slightly displaced, taking a deep breath.
Exhaling, you’re suddenly interrupted by a familiar cheery voice latching onto your arm.
“Y/N, you came!”
“Of course I would. Why wouldn’t I?” You joke with her. “I know how important this is to you.”
“Thank you. I was seriously getting worried you wouldn’t come. I’m so glad you did!” Nabi’s usually chirpy nature curves your lips, chuckling a little. “God, you must be starving. Let’s get you into the kitchen.”
Nabi leads the way towards her grand, quite impressive kitchen. You have to honestly raise your brows, lips slightly hanging open at the shimmering granite countertops, the sleek induction stove, and the expansive storage space. She surely had an eye for interior design.
When Nabi told you she and her husband Namjoon would be purchasing a new home, never did you expect a house of this caliber. It was already located in quite the expensive, high-class neighbourhood, but stepping inside to assess the luster yourself felt like a reality check.
You live nowhere near this luxury.
“Oh my God, Y/N, I have news.” Nabi dramatically begins, tugging you towards the table of appetizers. You nab a small plate as you choose some posh finger foods, attention shifting towards your best friend.
“Soooo, some of Namjoon’s co-workers are here.” She playfully bounces her brows, wiggling her shoulders a little to indicate something mischievous. How very Nabi of her, you think.
“Ah, speaking of Namjoon, I haven’t been able to say hi to him.”
“And that’s exactly why I’m telling you this.” She sing-songs, much too proud and giddy to not be scheming something evil.
“Nabi.. what in God’s name did you do?”
“Nothing! I just wanted to tell you that Namjoon’s with a co-worker right now.” She explains, but soon begins nudging your side as you bite into a cube of Brie. “And guess which co-worker he’s with?”
You gently raise your brows in question, your round eyes conveying an ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ look of inquiry. Nabi ends up huffing in complaint with a roll of her eyes, suddenly snatching your snack plate from you and placing it down on her table.
“Wha-Nabi!”
“You’re coming with me.” She rigidly instructs, clasping onto your wrist and dragging you across her kitchen. You protest against her, grievous over your lonely plate of food.
“Nabi, are you serious?!”
“Very. You haven’t said hi to Namjoon yet, and that’s a crime in my household!” She valiantly declares, to which you roll your eyes to the back of your head and unwillingly tag along.
Nabi tugs you through her house far enough she reaches her living room looking out into her backyard, another show of just how luxurious her new home is. She only stops once you both spot her husband Namjoon, who is indeed speaking to a coworker. The stranger’s suit-cladded back is faced towards you both, your attention falling towards an (objectively) striking Namjoon. His hair is impeccably styled, and he adorns a clean, white dress shirt with a fitting vest.
“Baby!” Nabi calls her hubby, and Namjoon’s distracted within minutes.
“Hey, Bee, what’s up?” Namjoon instinctively asks his wife, and it always manages to melt your heart how considerate he is of her. He spots you immediately and waves a hand as he begins approaching you two, his smile dimply and dashing.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s so great you came!” Namjoon chimes, soon wrapping his big, muscly arms around you for a bear hug. You nearly lose air; he’s gotten huge over the few months you haven’t seen him. You kindly return the embrace, giving his large back a friendly rub.
Just as you let go, Namjoon gestures towards the co-worker he was speaking to. “Sorry I didn’t get to greet you at the door, Y/N. I was just with a friend. Taehyung-ah!”
Right then and there, said co-worker of Namjoon swivels around, revealing himself with a charming smile and beautiful, yet fierce eyes that cause every feminine fiber within your being to become attracted.
This is quite literally the most handsome man you have ever laid witness upon.
He makes careful, slow strides over to the group, and you can’t help but notice how long and model-like his legs are; the confidence in his steps, the assured posture of his squared shoulders and back, the sharp, cutting edge of his sexy jawline. His brows were strong, lips wide and full, the expression he wore on his face equivalent to the ruler of a kingdom.
“Yes, Taehyung! Come meet Y/N!” Nabi becomes far too elated, grasping your shoulder. “This is the Taehyung I told you about.” She harshly whispers by your ear, to which you are finally greeted by reality.
Fuck.
How could you have become so distracted so as to not recognize the man’s name? Nabi has never shut her trap about him ever since the day she met him, and your eyes shockingly widen once she mutters those words to you. You turn to quietly scold her, but you’re soon interrupted by Taehyung joining the group.
“Hey, everyone.”
Fuck, he has a deep voice.
You’ve always had an uncontrollable attraction towards deep voices.
That aside, you tug at Nabi’s arms encircling your bicep, gently rebuking her in a (hopefully) discreet voice.
“Nabi, what the hell? I thought I told you I wasn’t up for this?”
Clearly, you’re horrid at whispering because Namjoon and Taehyung across from you both fall silent, causing enough awkward tension in the air for Nabi to crack a very fake, deliberately polite smile.
“Sorry, boys. Would you excuse us?”
Nabi quickly ensnares your wrist to angrily tug you into a separate room, presuming it’s a guest room. She turns towards you after shutting the door with baffled eyes and firmly crossed arms, evidently pissed.
“Y/N, what the fuck?!”
“What, Nabi?”
“Why would you say that when he was literally right there?” Nabi gestures for emphasis.
You grievously sigh, despising that you were falling into this frustrating line of discussion again. You know all about this, Taehyung, your best friend has been trying to get on your radar. It’s not exactly exclusive information that you’re single. It’s painstakingly obvious being one of the only unmarried and childless friends among your peers. It’s what makes all of them seek out copious amounts of men for you to finally get hitched with. But there’s always the satirical element to every time you meet any of them; they all usually fall into the same pattern of failure.
They’re either egotistical assholes that are unknowledgeable on how to take care of a woman, are far too fragile with their masculinity to even earn a smidge of criticism on the way they eat pussy, or are plain jane cookie-cutter corporate dogs. Most of the time, it irks your soul, being left with fickle relationships that end horribly or somewhat okay sex that eventually dwindles out into dry text messages.
Sure, sometimes you get a good fuck or two in there, but none of that matters anymore. You’re tired of assholes, tired of the same routine of sorry-assed men that can sometimes never even get you to cum.
Of course, you’re not saying all of this applies to Taehyung. You won’t subject the innocent man to such scrutinizing standards already. From what you knew, he was a kind, respectful and hard-working man. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. There was surely something undeniably intriguing about him, and the sweet rise of his cheeks indicated to you he was indeed a pleasant man; there was no doubt about that.
But there was just one goddamn thing about him.
“Nabi, I fucking told you I don’t date investment bankers. You know how I feel about them ever since we found out the pattern of all my failed dates; they were all in finance!”
“Y/N, c’mon, babe. You can’t hold this prejudiced mindset about all investment bankers, didn’t you see the man? He’s scrumptious!”
“He’s scrumptious, yes, but I’ll still hold my bias against investment bankers ever since one literally answered a business call when he was balls deep inside me.”
Nabi sighs, hand to her forehead as she rubs out the figurative stress piling onto her. “Y/N, look. I get it. I know you don’t date guys like him, but… give him a chance, will you? I got to know him, and he’s a sweet guy.” She softes her tone to persuade you, intertwining her fingers with yours to play with them.
“He has a lot in common with you, and he did say he’d like to meet you.” She speaks through puckered lips to coat her tone with sugary sweetness, honestly loosening up as you watch her doe eyes plead you. “You’d be a good match, Y/N. Just one chance.”
Perhaps the night would be a disaster, or perhaps you could find someone actually worthwhile; you’d never know if you didn’t try. That, and the combination of Nabi’s puppy-like eyes and adorable pout, do you in, ultimately acquiescing.
“Fine, fine.. I’ll meet him.” you drawl, to which your best friend springs to life.
Nabi happily bumps a fist in the air as she celebrates, squeaking a series of elated explanations about Taehyung as she leads you out the room and towards this seemingly perfect match of an investment banker.
“Namjoon, baby, we should probably set up dinner for our guests, don’t you think?” Nabi inserts herself back into Namjoon and Taehyung’s conversation, thanking God he hadn’t left yet after you so rudely whispered about him.
“Of course, love. We should get going.” Namjoon secretly communicates with his wife through his eyes, his smile growing equally as scheming as hers. God, they’re the perfect match.
“We’ll see you two around.” Namjoon politely excuses himself and Nabi from you and Taehyung, to which your best friend shoots you a cute wave and wink, and Namjoon similarly flashes a finger gun and suggestive bounce of his brows to Taehyung.
The displaced pair of you send tentative waves back to your friends, eyes finally, though nervously shifting towards each other. The sheepish two of you gently chuckle then, attempting to cut the nerves and welcome some ease between you.
“Hi.” Taehyung begins.
“Hi.”
Your fingers dig into your Coach wristlet, maintaining a smile. It’s not that you’re anxious, but something about Taehyung automatically makes you assume a shier demeanour, his own exuding a subtle alpha-male power you’ve never felt before. Other men have channeled such power, but only with demeaning or dogmatic intentions; never so subtle and yet, enticing like this.
“So, it seems you and Nabi had a lot to say, huh?”
Your eyes immediately go wide, remembering he very clearly heard what you said about him and seemed intelligent enough to fill in the blanks of your private conversation. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry about that. I was just- I wasn’t-”
“Expecting to meet someone new so soon, I get you.” Taehyung considerately offers an answer, to which you honestly feel your heart slow down its erratic beating, your lips curving into a smile of gratitude.
“I’m Taehyung, by the way, Kim Taehyung.” He extends his hand, introducing himself quite suavely. His deep, baritone voice is what warms you up to him. There’s something so innately soothing about it.
“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” You clasp onto his hand, and it’s almost embarrassing how your eyes widen. His hands are huge, his slender, ring-slated fingers long enough to entirely engulf your hand, the expanse of his warm palm wide enough he could most likely grab you with ease.
You place a pin in that thought before it makes your legs squirm.
“So..” You clear your throat, releasing him to fish yourself out of your delusions. “Your friends with both Nabi and Joon, huh?”
“Yeah, I work with Namjoon. I just got transferred to his department a few months ago. I’m-”
“An investment banker, right?” You finish for him, to which he puckers his lips with impression, his eyes bright with surprise.
“Yeah, I am.” He confirmed with a smile, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Is it possible he’s nervous about meeting you, too? You don’t want to toot your own horn, squashing the contemplation.
“How do you know Nabi?”
“She’s my best friend. I’ve known her since our first year of high school.”
“Wow, you guys must be-”
“Like peanut butter and jam, yeah.” You both adorn amicable smiles, enjoying the company. Taehyung’s already turning out to be quite pleasant, exhibiting actual manners and social etiquette as you work through small talk.
It’s almost comedic how even such simple decency seems so rare these days.
“And you’re a..?” Taehyung suddenly obstructs your thoughts, drawing out his question for you to answer.
“Oh, I’m studying for my PhD in psychology. Professor is my goal.”
“Ah, at the university here, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s always been a dream of mine to teach.” You honestly admit, watching Taehyung reveal a quite... breath-taking smile, you notice. He seems thoroughly interested in what you have to say, and you quickly find a liking towards his personable aura. Taehyung’s close to speaking again until a rowdy group of men next to you almost impede on your personal space, instinctively cowering away.
Taehyung’s eyes shift towards the group, jutting out an arm in between you and the careless stranger.
“We should probably move.” He instructs, and something about the caramel smooth tone of his voice compels you to do so, to feel safe about it. Taehyung encircles his arm around you, not exactly touching you, but shielding precariously as he moves you both further away from the partygoers. He may not be directly contacting your skin, but the proximity of his presence alone suffuses you with a sense of fiery hormones.
He smells incredible.
The pair of you settle beside the backyard door, now much more secluded in the corner of the grand living room. Taehyung retracts his arm then, settling it by his side as he holds his glass of wine while you tuck some hair behind your ear.
He swishes around the mahogany liquid in his glass, while you twiddle with your fingers. A beat of wary, nearly awkward silence passes until Taehyung bravely breaks the ice.
“So.. Nabi and Namjoon keep telling me that I should ask you out.”
There it is, the big elephant in the room. You should’ve known Namjoon was also indoctrinating the idea into Taehyung’s head, being a schemer just like his wife. Namjoon’s obvious encouragement earlier and the tangibly nervous shuffling of Taehyung’s feet was also a tell-tale sign.
“Oh-please, I’m so sorry about this, but I don’t really date investment bankers.” You admit as courteously as possible.
“Oh really, now?” Taehyung seems slightly taken aback but handles the information surprisingly well.
You immediately scramble to clarify things. “Sorry, it’s nothing against you per se... I just-don’t necessarily have a liking towards corporate men.”
“Ah, I see.” Taehyung charmingly smiles, and something about the curve of his pretty lips makes you want to kiss them.
No, no.. you can’t have those thoughts. You cannot possibly be thinking about such things when you’re quite literally turning the gorgeous man down.
“Just not your type, huh?” Taehyung catches your drift, and you let out a sigh of relief for his understanding.
“Essentially? I’ve just had terrible experiences with them, and I’m not into the whole egotistical capitalist mentality.”
“I mean,” Taehyung begins, and it’s hard to miss the way his eyes aren’t necessarily kind and polite anymore. They’ve been coloured with a darker shade, his gaze much more piercing, almost wild. “We’re all slaves to capitalism at the end of the day, aren’t we?”
You gulp listening to the slow, alluring cadence of his deep voice, almost as though he was trying to lull you under a spell of his own making. You feel something in the pits of your stomach begin to knot, arousal causing you to fix your legs. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Taehyung narrows his eyes a little as he observes the change in your tone; it’s much more lax, inviting. He takes the opportunity to lean his forearm against the wall you both occupy, taking half a step towards you, and it’s now you realize just how much he towers over you. The impenetrable persona of his climbable body causes you to swallow, shifting your eyes upwards to meet his.
“Funny you don’t like investment bankers,” he comments with a suave tone. “I’m not really into students.”
Your eyebrows furrow with offence, the possible allusion that you’re a child in his eyes throwing you off. You do remember Nabi mentioning he’s a couple years older than you.
And that suddenly makes him a thousand times hotter. Fuck.
“Hey-” but you halt yourself, checking the tone of your voice. “I mean, we’re... all students of something, aren’t we?” You attempt to mirror his earlier comment concerning capitalism, noticing how he lightly smirks at your scrambling.
Is that something he enjoys? Seeing a woman flustered because of him?
Why is that so insanely hot?
“Perhaps,” Taehyung tilts his head in half-hearted agreement, eyes dancing over the guests of the party as he takes a slow, leisurely sip of his wine and returns to you. “Though I’m not into how pretentious doctorate students can be.”
“Hey, I’m not pretentious-”
“And now you know exactly how I feel.”
You open your mouth for a retort but quickly pause. He got you there, your look of defensiveness dismantling into one of amusement, breaking out into a little chuckle. He was trying to get back at you. “I… I’m so sorry.”
Taehyung similarly laughs, and suddenly the sweet chime of his giggle sounds mellifluous to your ears. “No big deal, I just… feel like changing your mind, Y/N.” He sincerely admits, and you soften at the show of genuity in his look, not so nervous anymore.
You bite your lip as your eyes flicker towards the ground, feeling courage permeate through you as you meet his gaze once again. You step closer to him, almost leaning into the arm he’s casted against the wall, finding his irises to be a warm, tender colour of coffee.
“So, here you are at a party drinking an exquisite glass of Merlot compared to the other money-hungry mongers at this party.” You joke.
“Well, what would the other money-hungry mongers usually be drinking, anyway?” He plays along with a similar tone.
“You’d usually find them with a glass of Scotch or Canadian Whiskey, tipped off with rocks, of course, because it adds a little more snazz to their parvenu looks, you get me?”
Taehyung lets out a hearty laugh, joining him as he curtains his mouth with his palm. “Yeah, you’re totally right.” He agrees.
“But not you… huh?” You won’t deny the suggestion that taints your tone, even bringing your hand to his bicep and just gently caressing him. You watch his eyes follow the action, observing calmly, calculatingly as he returns his gaze to you. He’s much more dangerous, tempting.
“Not me, Y/N.”
His reply and the way he recites your name drips with sin, the caramel smoothness of his voice rich enough to want to hear it against your skin. You’re both caught in a moment of simply absorbing each other, observing him bringing a finger to his bottom lip. He rubs slowly as he speaks, drawing your attention towards his mouth.
“And what about you?”
“What about me, Taehyung?”
“You have no drink in your hand.. which means you’re either not a drinker or you’ve got somewhere to go tomorrow morning?” Taehyung draws out as he attempts to uncover you, as though he were traversing the map of mystery within your eyes. “Perhaps to see someone..?”
“Oh, no, I’m not seeing anyone at all.” You immediately respond, squashing that assumption.
“What a coincidence… me neither.”
You could feel the tension between you two. It was palpable, so dense even a diamond couldn’t cut through. There were only mere inches between your bodies, having absent-mindedly gravitated towards each other. Something’s compelling you to drag him into a room or get him out of here, to stick by his side the rest of the party until it leads to something riveting tonight.
But your mind tells you this isn’t a good idea. Sure, despite being an investment banker, Taehyung was certainly sweet and kind, even a delicious man of sin who just looks like he’d let a woman ride his face into the sunset. However, they all seem like that at first until they eventually reveal the beastly, harsh truths behind their unappealing characters, knowing that as much as you feel tempted, whenever you made decisions with your pussy, it didn’t go very well.
“I um… I’m gonna go find Nabi and see if she needs help with dinner.” You stupidly derail the conversation, Taehyung springing back into his courteous persona from before, as though he were also awakened from a trance. “It was great meeting you, Taehyung.. And I see where our friends think we could be a good match but I just… I don’t think we’re a good idea. I hope you can understand.”
It’s only right. You don’t date investment bankers, and he’s not into PhD students, it makes perfect sense for you two to not tread any further than this.
“Yeah, yeah.. Of course.” Taehyung sweetly smiles, not revealing any hurt or immature offence, but rather mutual understanding, thankful he was surprisingly so compassionate.
“It's okay, Y/N. I agree, it only makes sense.” He admits, propping his arm off the wall. “I’ll see you around the party, alright?”
“Of course, enjoy yourself as well.” You politely reply.
“Take care of yourself, Y/N.” He considerately bids a farewell, and it honestly feels good to hear such words.
You kindly wave him off as he lets you go, appreciating how gentlemanly he was, and shooting him a grateful grin. “Take care, Taehyung. I’ll see you around.”
Taehyung rams you against the front door, his full lips devouring every inch of your hot mouth. He breathes impatiently.
“When you said see you around, I didn’t think you meant in my apartment.”
Here you were; dress falling off your shoulders, wine drunk, and shoving your tongue down Kim Taehyung’s throat. You moan, feeling the power of his manhandling, the sheer, rough carnality to his movements absolutely riveting. You remain shoved up against the door of this high-rise apartment, his knee nestled between your legs as his large hands desperately tug your lips onto his.
“Shut up and kiss me.” You breathe harshly as you dive in for his tongue, impatient with your movements as Taehyung laughs.
Nabi was the instigator, the goddamn game master of this entire play because if it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t be licking into Kim Taehyung’s mouth in his luxurious, 17th-floor apartment at 2AM in the morning.
She’s the one who suggested you all keep drinking her expensive wine, always bringing out another bottle the minute the previous one finished. You didn’t want to make things awkward with Taehyung for the rest of the party, what with him being a quite pleasant man, and a possible, potential friend, so you self-determined your earlier farewell to be temporary.
He joined you, Nabi and Namjoon in keeping yourselves entertained all night, having laughed, joked and hollered together the more progressively drunk you all became. Nabi was always a schemer, honestly, because she knew wine always made you exponentially horny, and you had already been daydreaming of what Taehyung’s lips would feel like sucking on your throat.
You don’t need to imagine it anymore, though, because right now, he popped off your mouth to trail kisses along the edge of your jawline, moaning his name as you desperately tugged at his beautiful locks of nearly-raven hair.
“Fuck, Taehyung..”
“Y/N..”
The way he says your name in his deep voice leaves even more arousal pooling in your panties. His lips skim down the column of your throat as you throw your head back, eventually latching onto your pulse point. He lays tender, slow kisses before wrapping his lips completely around your skin, suckling and licking generously.
Perhaps Nabi isn’t to blame at all when you recall the night. It wasn’t her fault the irreversible sexual tension you and Taehyung had established between each other ever since your conversation. It was lingering, evident, magnetic anytime you two even brushed arms. You didn’t miss the amount of times you caught him already staring at you, that one look of his so alluringly wild; and he could never keep his eyes off the way your legs squirmed anytime he even so much as lowered the tone of his voice.
Hours of painstaking tension later, you were both outside and near his car. You allowed him to show you the upscale features of his Benz as you watched him with arrant horniness. He just seemed so sexy when he was demonstrating something, so caught up in your arousing thoughts, you actually misstepped and nearly fell over.
You didn’t, though, because Taehyung immediately wrapped his arms around your waist to steady you, and the one, hooded-eyed, tipsy look of lust you gave him caused Taehyung to suddenly pull you flush against his body, and crash his lips against yours.
Now, you were both hungrily eating at each other, tasting wine and pure desire on each other’s dancing tongues. Taehyung, shortly after his wet kisses along your neck, pulls you off the door. Shoes and your purse are removed along with jackets, Taehyung swiveling you around to walk you back into his apartment.
You both carefully step back as Taehyung peels off his suit jacket, your hands quickly shredding them off his body too. You trail your red nails all over his chest and torso, nearly angry at his dress shirt, gatekeeping his skin from you. You can feel how deliciously sculpted he is, and it makes your pussy palpitate.
You can’t help the moan that escapes you as he rapidly rips off his tie, disconnecting for a mere millisecond to tug it entirely off until it’s tossed away, grabbing your face once again for messy kisses.
The pair of you waddle far back enough your back contacts the seamless glass all of a sudden, breaking away to observe your surroundings. You breathe harshly as you take it all in.
“Windows…” You mumble, every nerve of yours alight with insatiable arousal; you’re pushed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Taehyung’s, you had to admit, beautiful apartment. High ceilings, aesthetic light fixtures, a grand, king-sized bed, sleek and minimalistic furnishing.
This definitely looked like the apartment of a wealthy man.
It offers the cityscape as his view, mesmerized by the myriad of lights and moving traffic along the spangly roads, but also, unpreventable openness.
“Are you okay if we’re against them?” He breathes against your mouth, lips brushing each other’s as his palms press against the window either side of your head. He leans down to your height, and the hooded, flaming look in his eyes makes you throw every care for whoever could possibly see you two right now away.
You grab his collar and collide your lips with his, allowing your undeniable horniness for him to consume every fiber inside you.
“Yes, yes Taehyung.” You answer headily, impatiently, and Taehyung immediately engulfs you in an intoxicating, head-spinning kiss once again.
You were thankful to have worn a dress of pretty thin material, moaning into Taehyung’s mouth as he pins his hips against yours, feeling the impressionable, delicious prodding of his hardened cock. You ignite with passionate fire, pressing your chest against his because the rub of your nipples against him feels heavenly.
Tongue swirling around each other, Taehyung glides his hands down your body, feeling every inch, curve and divot of your figure, finally settling around your waist. His large palms feel gigantic, but in a way that leaves you excited about what other things he can do with his hands.
As if reading your mind, they skim down over your dress until he grips your ass, biting your bottom lip as he tugs you closer to his heated body. You release him with a gasp, hands clutching onto his thick neck.
“I thought you said.. you don’t date investment bankers.” He chides, a ghost of a smirk playing onto his luscious lips. You huff hard enough it fans some hair from your face, lungs full of intoxicating, enthralling intensity.
“And you’re not into PhD students,” you snark, flipping your hair out of your face. “And technically, we’re not dating. We’re going to fuck.”
Taehyung immediately hisses with satisfaction. “Damn, a woman who knows what she wants.”
“And a man that finally knows what he’s doing.” You nearly croak as Taehyung’s deft fingers abandon squeezing your ass cheeks to rather slip underneath the skirt of your dress, the sweet taste of his breath kissing the apple of your cheek.
“Trust me, sweetheart, I know exactly what I’m doing.”
His proclamation leaves you keening, at a loss for more air once Taehyung bypasses the band of your panties, and dips right into your sticky, sopping pussy lips.
He hisses once again in pleasure, speaking deeply against your lips. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” The searing cadence of his tone leaves you gushing more essence, gasping when Taehyung boldly cups your sex in his palm, and a pathetic whimper escapes you.
“Fuck…”
“Yeah? You like that?”
Shit, you can feel blood pumping in your ears and adrenaline coursing through your veins. The way you’re turned on right now is fucking unquantifiable. You haven’t felt this insane in a long time, and it only drives you to relish in Taehyung’s crafty touches more, hands hooking onto his shoulders for moral support.
He continues rubbing you just like that, smearing your essence all over his hand as he attentively watches your every reaction, groans rolling off his tongue. You throw your head back against the window once Taehyung weaves two fingers through your soaked folds, gliding up your slit until he fondles your quivering clit. You let out a broken gasp, fingers digging into his sturdy shoulders as he begins a gentle sliding motion over your ocean of a pussy.
“Fuck.. fucking shit, Tae..”
You don’t even notice you’ve uttered a shortened form of his name, only recognizing the slip up when you feel Taehyung breathe a laugh against your swollen lips.
“Shit.. I’m sorry-”
“No, it’s okay.” He just as breathlessly replies, letting out little grunts every time you moan. “Just one thing,” he begins, leaving a wet trail of kisses down your throat until he finds your collarbones, slowly pecking away as his fingers work your pussy like magic.
“I like hearing my name, but I want you to call me Sir.”
Fuck, fuck.
Of course, a man like Taehyung would have something as tremendously sexy as a Sir kink.
The rumble of his deep voice against your throat leaves you mewling out, hugging his head into the crook of your sensitive neck.
“Fuck yes, Sir.” Taehyung lets out a shaky groan that indicates the wave of arousal that washes over him, watching him pull back from you to wet his lips. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a moment to breathe, using this as your opportunity to observe the city lights casting a soft glow over him.
His lips are just as swollen and wet as yours, his hair disheveled after having wildly tugged at it in the backseat of his car, a chauffeur having transported you two here. One of his top buttons had popped open when you desperately clawed at his shirt too.
He’s sincerely the most stunning man you have ever known.
You also witness the tight tent in his crotch area and are suddenly filled with a fierce sense of confidence.
He currently leans against the window, head hung low as he exhales. But you obstruct his moment of meditation, latching a daring hand onto his belt. With a feline-like grin, you tug him towards you by the Calvin Klein belt, catching a look of surprise from Taehyung.
“Oh fuck..”
“May I, Sir? You deserve some attention too.”
You whisper it so seductively, Taehyung releases a deep groan from the back of his throat, the asking of his permission spiking blood towards his dick. You undo his belt with your flawless, ruby nails, and Taehyung peeks down to watch you do so. He cocks a brow at the skill he sees, observing with a sexy smirk. You tear his belt open and loosen his pants, diving inside his boxers to feel at the beast he’s hiding inside, and dear God, are you in for a fucking treat.
He’s big, and you didn’t expect anything less.
Your surprise seems to capture his attention, feeling the breath of his laugh fan your cheek.
“You’ve got a cute face when you react to things, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Sir. You’re just so...”
“Big?” Taehyung laughs, and you join him with a chuckle before you traverse further, and find the thick, meaty shaft of his cock. Taehyung folds with a groan as his face dips into your neck, enjoying the delicious sounds of his weakness.
You waste no time in freeing him from his dress pants, Taehyung helping you along and curling his hand around your much smaller one. You both begin pumping him together.
“Fuck..” he curses against your neck, and you conjure up all the willpower possible to not gobble him up like a five-course meal this instant. You splay your fingers over the back of his neck, tugging him closer as your lips envelop his pulse point for tasteful, intimate neck-kissing. You move your hand over Taehyung’s divine length in accordance with his own, guiding you to utilize the speed he likes. It’s so goddamn sexy; you moan against his neck and pump him faster.
He’s leaking incessant pre-cum, but the dryness of his cock leaves you devising other plans, removing your hand. Taehyung huffs as though he’s pulled out of a trance, and before he can ask, you drop to your knees, fingers hooking onto the band of his bottoms.
His pupils nearly physically dilate, eyebrows raising with rampant impression. You shoot him a look from below, eyes dressed suggestively as you tug his garments further down, and wrap a hand around his cock.
Giving him a few pumps, you jut your tongue out to lick a slow, long stripe up the underside of his shaft, meeting his tip to swivel around and catch a heady taste of his pre-cum. Taehyung groans beautifully, bouncing off the walls of his apartment as he throws his head back.
“Fuckkk” he draws out, fingers weaving into your hair for leverage. You moan once his tip is in your mouth, kitten-licking his slit and watching his Adam’s apple bob, the column of his throat enough of a masterpiece to have been crafted by Greek Gods.
He gently thrusts into your mouth once your lips envelop him, sinking down on his engorged, red-tipped member as you hollow your cheeks. He lets out a string of curses once you bury him deep, his tip smothered by the fleshy back of your throat, and he immediately keens.
“Fucking hell, Y/N.. just like that.”
You hum in satisfaction, which causes Taehyung’s blown out eyes to meet you beneath. You maintain eye contact as you draw yourself out, and slowly swallow his thick, veiny length once again. His reactions grow weaker every time, relishing in the power you hold and beginning to bob your head a bit, crafting a pace he seems to like, slobbering all over his erect cock.
He moans, deep-throating once before popping off, a lewd string of saliva breaking. He seems headily into it, boosting your ego, but when you move to drag your tongue across his balls, Taehyung gives you a soft push back, rejecting you.
You furrow your brows and look up at him, puzzled. But before you can ask anything, Taehyung helps you to your feet and crashes his lips against yours, the power strong enough to shove you back up against the window. You breathe in his kiss, swiveling your slipper tongues around each other before he breaks away, saliva prevalent all over your lips.
“I need a taste, too.” He breathes against you, your mind losing circuitry the second his lips meet your throat. He presses electrifying, hot kisses down your neck, the valley of your breasts, your midriff and stomach until his knees fasten onto the ground.
You meet his bewitchingly smug look below you as his fingers travel up the sides of your thighs, casting your skirt away from your pussy to reveal your soaked panties. Taehyung doesn’t waste his time in stuffing his nose against your dampened folds, catching a heady whiff of your essence and letting out a soft hum from the back of his throat. The rumble travels up your core and nestles into the pit of your stomach, knotting the coil inside you as you gush a waterfall.
His fingertips hook onto your panties and tug them off, revealing your nearly sodden pussy to a hungry Taehyung, who wets his lip. Without a single prompt, he locks eyes with you above, and slowly casts your thigh over his shoulder, drawing his face towards your sex and wrapping his lips around your cunt.
The wet contact of his tongue sets you ablaze, skin flushed and hot as your nails scratch at his window, the most erotic of moans spilling from you. He groans the second he catches a taste of you, tongue slithering through your folds as he amply sucks on your labia.
“Shit… you taste sweet as fuck.” His deep voice resonates through your heat, eyes watching him as he stuffs his sexy face between your legs. You sigh obscenely against his window, using it as your only leverage to stay upright as he makes you weak in the knees.
His tongue feels Godly, driving your hips over his face to shamelessly ride, and he welcomes you with an indulgent moan. It’s as though he enjoys his mouth being stuffed full of pussy, and you can’t help but feed into his heavenly work.
Your fingers slot through his locks, tugging at him as intense pleasure overwhelms your system, rolling your hips against his mouth until high-pitched, heightened moans leave your lips. It means you’re getting close, and something about the way the bridge of Taehyung’s nose presses and rubs against your clit works wonders for your building orgasm.
It’s coming, you’re blanking, and he’s eating you so passionately and methodically, you knew this would be your undoing. Your eyes are squeezed shut, reciting a mantra of Taehyung’s name and the hot title of sir that only spurs him on, losing your mind.
“Taehyung, Sir, fuck, fuck!”
His large hands grope your ass as he practically makes out with your pussy, tongue weaving through and around your engorged clit, and just as you grip him with a warning of your coiling orgasm, Taehyung stops.
Air is sucked out of your lungs, peering downwards to breathe erratically.
“Tae, what the fuck-” But you’re met by his lips when he springs to his feet, tasting yourself on his glistening lips as he sloppily makes out with you. He then props you off the window and spins you around, roughly pinning your front against the cool glass as you gasp.
“Tae..”
“Did you just say my name?”
Taehyung then rips open the zipper of your dress and loosens the top enough it’ll inevitably slide down and reveal your bare breasts to the goddamn world. Taehyung wraps an arm around you from behind and cradles your stomach, lips by your ear.
“I thought I told you to call me Sir.”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Sir.” You immediately apologize, the heat of Taehyung’s breath invoking innate submission. “I was… just surprised.”
“Still okay against the window?” He asks.
You bite your lip with a harsh nod, hot arousal heating up your skin.
Taheyung then tears off the top, hiking up the skirt of your dress as he shoves his crotch against yours, hard cock heavy on your ass. His heated breaths fan your ear, Taehyung casting away the hair on your shoulder to access the sweet spot behind your lobe. He kisses tenderly and yet, wildly as he fists his wet cock behind you, lining himself up with your entrance.
“Put it in, Sir, fuck.” You desperately request.
“Condom?”
“Just fucking pull out. I can’t wait.” You wave him off, breaths rampant and needy.
“And bankers don’t learn haste, fuck me right now.”
Taehyung scoffs, and you want to say something, but when he pushes the bulbous, leaking tip inside you, you both let out harmonious, pleasurable groans that leave your nipples hardening and his dick leaking even more pre-cum.
“Shit… you’re fucking wet, and tight.”
“Fuck, you’re big, Sir. So big.”
Taehyung likes the sound of that because a low growl and his palm fully engulfing a breast later, he’s tugging your hips back to sink himself inside, voice dangerously husky against your neck.
“Do you care about marks?”
“No, not fucking at all.”
And Taehyung dives for your neck like a starved vampire, sucking wet, plum-coloured hickies over your pulse point as he bottoms out inside, filling your pussy up with his throbbing, divinely girthy cock. You moan against the window, nipples perfectly rubbing against the smooth, pristine glass and relishing in the arousal it speckles throughout your nervous system.
Taehyung leaves no room for playing around, and begins slowly thrusting his delicious cock inside your gushing sex, your slippery, welcoming walls smothering his cock with arrant, uncontrollable arousal.
“Fuck.. oh fuck.” Your moan hitches in your throat as Taehyung rides the wave of desperation, of searing, hot passion as he sucks all over your neck. You’re sure he’s going to leave purple blossoms across your skin, but right now, all you can focus on is the way his hips smack against your ass, your hand grappling onto his head dipped into your neck, tugging at his locks as you sigh like a pornstar.
His kisses feel enchanting, his dick magical, and the way he fondles your tit is otherworldly, causing you to become completely lost in the stars you see behind your eyes and the breath-taking cityscape before you.
Carnality overrides your entire body, turning your head to instead request Taehyung’s lips for rough, harsh kissing. Your lips and teeth smash against each other then, absolutely in unison with his hips slapping against you, his hands encasing your torso as he gives it to you from behind like a champ.
“Fuck, Sir.. Oh, fuck me.”
“Yeah? You want it like that?”
“Yes, Sir, oh God.” You grit through your teeth as he pulls back the flesh of your bottom lip, nothing but your breathy moans and groans heard in the sizable apartment.
You reach even further back and begin tugging at the collar of his dress shirt, hating that he’s still wearing fucking clothes.
“Take this off, take this fucking off.” You ramble, Taehyung paying heed to your request within seconds and letting go to peel back his shirt, casting it off before his fingers curl around the hem of your dress.
“Lift up your arms, sweetheart.”
You’re not sure if it’s him calling you sweetheart that makes you so docile and pliant, but you follow his instruction and Taehyung strips your dress off, soon throwing it onto the floor. You’re both naked now, Taehyung having removed his pants and boxers in exchange to feel the heat of your skin.
The warmth of his broad, smooth chest presses against your back, and the new feeling of his body heat causes you to moan indulgently, hands curling against the window. But you don’t have time to think, because Taehyung draws his pulsing length out of your fluttering pussy to turn you around, facing him.
He’s equally as flushed and heated as you are, the gentle city lights exposing the sweaty glow to his dewy skin. Taehyung reaches his hands down for the back of your thighs, and you know exactly what he wants before he even has to say it.
You leap into his arms, hands weaving into the feathered hair on the nape of his neck.
“Let’s get you on my bed, sweetheart.”
Taaehyung leans forwards for kisses, and you meet him for shameless make out as he walks you two towards his grand bed. He doesn’t toss you onto the sheets as though you’re a ragdoll, not that you would mind something like that, but he instead sits himself down with you perched on his lap, disconnecting for air.
You peer down at his cock to make sure he’s still hard, wrapping a hand around him for generous pumps. Taehyung wraps his hand around yours and helps you, both of you fisting him together as his hooded-eyes remain fixated on you, and your eyes glow with sheer desire as you hold his gaze.
You spring up onto your knees and Taehyung pulls his bottom lip between his teeth with a smirk, lining his cock up with your entrance and whispering against your wet lips.
“Ride me like you mean it, doctor.”
You huff at the deliberate emphasis on your future title, scraping your nails down his unblemished chest.
“If you can even make me cum, Mr. Banker.”
Taehyung scoffs, and before anyone can further the argument, Taehyung guides your hips down over his cock, and he invades you for the second time tonight. This position feels eons better; your breasts pressed up against his warm, smooth chest, his cock stretching your pussy wide open. You moan loudly as Taehyung huskily grunts out, who is settled against the headboard of his bed as you grip onto his shoulders.
He entirely spears you over his cock then, and the way he fills you up leaves him impeding on your fucking cervix, letting out a shaky moan.
“Fuck, fuck..”
“You okay?” He asks as a hand clutches your shoulder blade, maintaining his rugged breaths.
“Yeah, just-give me a second.” You breathe through the ache of his intrusion. You can feel him everywhere in this intimate position. Still, the pain feels good, and not long after you peck a kiss on Taehyung’s lips, you nod to him.
“Okay, okay.. you can move.”
Taehyung listens immediately and soothes his hands over your hips, helping you lift them off his crotch until you smash back down over him, a broken sigh escaping you.
“Shit..” Taehyung curses, fingertips gripping your body hard.
You repeat the action, then again, then again and again until you’ve developed a deliciously fast, wild rhythm, Taehyung’s hands slipping over your supple ass to grope and smack to his desire as he fucks you over his cock. He even drives up from underneath, and it leaves you keening, trading his shoulders for the headboard as you clasp on for dear life.
But Taehyung isn't fond of that, grabbing your wrists and weaving them around his neck, eyes wild when he says, “hold onto me, sweetheart.”
You fold, biting back a pathetic moan as she returns to gripping your body in place, impaling you from underneath as you work tirelessly over his thick, elongated dick. You feel so full, so satisfyingly filled to the brim your walls are quaking to release the orgasm he denied earlier, whimpering pitifully.
It’s sinful the way he not only grasps you but slams upwards into your cunt as he presses your hips down, stuffing even your stomach as you cry out against him. Your face falters into his neck, relentlessly irving all over his throbbing cock as the friction against his abdomen supplies you the right rub for your pulsing clit.
Taehyung takes your sudden weakness to mean you’re tapping out, which you are because he’s entirely a beast compared to you. He’s moaning and groaning like a mad man, watching your tits bounce as you repeatedly plummet over his cock.
“Fuck, so gorgeous when you bounce, sweetheart.” He praises with a heady groan when you stuff yourself completely, the confines of your pussy driving him insane. He bites back a string of curses as you sigh erotically, nails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t fucking a mind a single bit.
Your groins and thighs are already burning as your moans heighten in pitch. Taehyung suddenly wraps his arms around to embrace you close, hand splayed in between your shoulder blades as he cradles you and unforgivingly drills into your sex from underneath.
You gasp so loudly, his neighbours are certainly tired of hearing you. You scream and beg, losing your fucking mind as you feel your pussy walls spasming around him.
“Fuck me, Shit, fuck me!”
“Yeah? You want more? Say it!”
“Sir, I need more, please!”
You’re both animals now, holding yourself before Taehyung’s face as he rams into your leaking, slippery sex. Taehyung sneaks a hand over your visibly pulsing mound and supplies you the relief you so desperately need. You release a drawn out, heady moan as obscenely as possible when he does, relishing in the ridges and veins and shape of his delicious cock fucking you wildly as your orgasm approaches, filling up inside your gut.
It coils, your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut, and your body shakes, legs quaking as Taehyung concentrates on stimulating your clit. He’s hissing and grunting, containing his load almost painfully as he senses your body beginning to convulse.
“Oh shit, you’re gonna cum, huh?” He breathes against you. “Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna see it.” He finally, stuffs himself so deep inside you, the gates of your impending release burst mightily open.
A whimpering moan erupts from you, and you squeeze Taehyung’s so infinitely tight he begins to panic.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Taehyung throatily grunts. “Where do you want it?”
You’re still lost, in a post-orgasm daze as you gush gops of essence all over his violently throbbing dick. You’re only pulled off your cloud nine when Taehyung worryingly taps your breast and alarms you.
“Y/N, I’m gonna cum any second,” he warns you, repeating urgently. “Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth.. in my mouth.” You ramble, hopping off his dick and immediately assuming an all-fours position, sticking out your tongue and wrapping your hand around his pulsing shaft.
Taehyung pushes himself into your mouth and tangles his fingers in your hair, sinking you down on his length. He begins fucking into your throat as heady, unabashed moans and groans leave him, hearing them mellifluously heighten as he nears his high. He rams into your hollowed mouth, fucking it open as he chases his euphoric high relentlessly until his load releases inside your throat.
You moan as his hot seed floods you, tasting his cum for all its sweet glory. Taehyung actually loosens his hand on your head here instead of shoving you down over his length. It confuses you momentarily, but realize he’s presenting you the option of not swallowing if you don’t want to. That sweet sentiment alone drives you to, without hesitation, swallow his cum as plentiful as you can.
Popping off his member with flustered cheeks and heavy breathing, you know your face is a hot mess, meeting Taehyung with hooded, tired eyes as he similarly comes down his high, leaning back on his palms. He wets his lips before cradling your chin in his palm, tipping his own to take a closer look at your mouth.
“Fuck, open.. your mouth.” He breathes, his chest rising and falling as sweat sexily coats his skin. Your lips fall open and reveal an empty mouth, Taehyung adorning a proud side smirk that showcases his teeth.
“Swallowed without hesitation.. you’re nasty.” He comments, and you shoot back just as smugly with a coquettish grin.
“Eating me out and fucking me against a window? You’re kinky.”
He laughs, and you soon join him, giggling together before collapsing face first against his thigh, and Taehyung’s hand lands over your bare back with a huff.
Morning sunlight spilled radiantly into Taehyung’s apartment, welcomed by the bright light reflecting off his white furnishing as you awakened. Eyes fluttering open, you find your head nuzzled against Taehyung’s bare chest, his arm cushioning your body as he loosely clutches you, his face turned away as he sleeps.
You grumble as you’re woken up by the abundance of annoying light, last night’s wild escapade probably too tiring for Taehyung to remember to shut his curtains. Said man also stirs underneath you as you prop off his chest and onto an elbow, watching him rub a heavy eyelid as they blink open.
He turns towards you, and you both sleepily regard each other.
“Fuck, I forgot to shut my curtains, didn’t I?”
His deep, raspy morning voice shocks you, nodding with a sleepy pout, and Taehyung gently laughs as he reaches over towards his night table. He removes the arm underneath you and pries open the first draw, digging around until he pulls out a remote and presses something, to which his blinds begin to cover his windows.
You raise your brows with light surprise, Taehyung returning the remote to plop back down in bed, tucking his hands underneath his head. You hate that it makes his bulky biceps appear meatier.
He shuts his eyes again, desiring to indulge in more sleep, but you feel far too awake now. With a yawn, you entirely sit up, holding his duvet over your naked breasts.
“Are you okay with me making breakfast?” You query, hoping that he is because you’re honestly famished.
He speaks with his eyes closed, voice amused. “If you’re a good cook, then yes.”
You snicker a little, shooting a narrow-eyed look his way. “I’m probably much better than you, investment banker.”
His eyes flutter open to that, watching you with an entertained smirk. “I’ll have you know I make impeccable eggs, professor.”
You roll your eyes. “Please, you’d probably never be able to make them sunny side down the way I like.”
Taehyung suddenly springs up onto his elbows, shooting you a look of genuine surprise, eyebrows furrowed. “Wait, you like your eggs sunny side down too?”
You pucker your lips with a confused chuckle. “Uhh, yeah I do.”
“Sorry, I’ve just.. never met a single other person who likes them sunnyside down instead of up.”
“What? Don’t tell me you also listen to some.. I don’t know.. Dean Martin or Sammy Davis Jr. when you’re cooking them too.”
Now Taehyung entirely rises into a seated position, lips hung open with shock. “Holy fuck… you listen to Jazz too?”
Now it’s your turn to widen your eyes with surprise, both of you replicating each other’s unbelieving looks. “No goddamn way, now if you tell me something like a movie you’ve been looking forward to seeing and it matches mine… we’ll have a situation on our hands.”
“Okay, we’re gonna count backwards from three; tell me the movie’s name.” Taehyung instructs.
“Okay.” You nod, both of you turning towards each other to focus.
“3.. 2.. 1.. Billie Holiday.” Both of you immediately gasp, as though you just had the most shocking revelation of the 21st century.
“No way, this isn’t possible. You have to be lying.” Taehyung becomes disbelieving of your similarities, laughing it off.
“I’m not lying at all, Tae. I have no reason to.”
“I don’t either.”
You both take a moment to soak in the information, until you break out into an ironic laugh. “Fuck, Joon and Nabi were right. We really should date each other.”
Taehyung cocks a brow with a pleased smirk, lazily leaning onto an elbow, and you admire him in his beautiful, shirtless glory. “I thought you said you don’t date investment bankers because you have terrible experiences with them?”
“Eh, last night wasn’t a terrible experience.” You shrug, fluttering your eyelashes and similarly leaning on your elbow like him, mirroring his smile. “I can take a risk or two.”
pairing: yoongi x reader
genre: fluffy fluff
words: 1.1k
contains: softness, yoongi being catlike
a/n: this is a drabble for The Early Shift but it can be read alone!
It’s a nothing kind of day.
You know those days, the ones where the fickle sky can’t decide to rain or not, so it just stays in that downturned state of gray that seems to dampen just about everything it touches. Those days where all you want to do is curl up in front of the TV with your favorite sitcom and your favorite person, and just chill. The couch is where you sit now, having plopped down onto with an overstuffed white sheep in your arms.
You idly flip through Netflix’s offerings, adding things to your list that you’ll forget about by tomorrow. You can’t really decide on what show to watch because everything you want to continue can’t be done without Yoongi’s presence. The traces of him are scattered all over your apartment (a second mug, toothbrush, minimally initialed tees) after these blissful months, but the man himself remains absent.
“Stupid boyfriend,” you mutter under your breath, lips twisted in a slight pout as you bury your face into the sheep’s fake fluff. “So cute, but always so busy.”
You know you should be patient, but it’s Friday night, damn it. You’ve had a long ass week, what with the assignments and classes and shitty customers, but Yoongi’s had it worse. He’s been in contract negotiations with some recording company, a midsized one, but they refuse to take him on unless he can deliver a decent song.
Yoongi works decently under stress, or at least he usually manages to finish (except that one time that ended with you on your knees), but that doesn’t mean he won’t stop beating himself up about it every step of the way. And even after he finishes. You try not to disturb him during times like these, even if you’re coming from a place of care. A distraction is a distraction, even if it comes with fried chicken.
[8:42pm] you: miss you & ur pouty face. fighting!!!
You settle for a text that’ll probably be caught by his Do Not Disturb mode. Whatever. You click on an episode of something recommended and random. It’s fine. You’ll go to bed early. Get your beauty rest, or something that Hoseok is always going on about.
You’re just about dropping off when you hear a familiar rattling at your door, followed by two succinct knocks that usually means one thing. No way... You’re on your feet in seconds, flinging off the blanket you had spread over your lap. Clutching your sheep, you practically run (as much as you can in this small place) to the door.
Standing there is one Min Yoongi, the one cute face you wanted to see the most.
“Babe! Babe?” You rub your eyes, thinking this could be the product of some strange dream. Welcome, but unexpected, nonetheless. “You’re here?”
Yoongi’s small grin is tired, but undoubtedly genuine. “Well, yeah, where the hell else would I wanna be?”
“I don’t know, home? What about the song?”
“Finished. Finished it after I got your text.” He makes to enter, and you automatically step aside. “Hi Flaffy,” he says, petting the sheep’s soft head on the way in.
“So easily?”
He looks at you and says, no hesitation, “Yeah.”
He drops his messenger bag without much decorum. Making a beeline to the sofa, he gestures for you to sit on one side. When you do, he practically faceplants onto your lap, curling up with his knees pulled to his chest.
“Just let me stay like this for a while,” he says into your thigh, warmth spreading all through everything.
You run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his head. “You worked hard, Yoongi,” you say. “Stay as long as you want.”
“Mmn.” He cuddles in deeper. “Lo… you,” he mumbles, decibels barely above a half whisper.
“W-Wait, Yoongi, what did you just say?”
He groans, nuzzling like a kitty into your knee. “You heard me.”
“My ears stopped working for five seconds. You’re gonna have to repeat yourself.”
Really, you expect him to play the denial game like usual until you’re both dissolving into playful teasing and sloppy kisses. Instead, he sits up. Stares you right into the eyes, and against all odds, you think he might be nervous.
“I said, I love you.” He coughs. “You’re like, the person I always want to see. Even when I’m tired or frustrated or annoyed. You… recharge me.” As soon as the last words hit the air, he immediately looks away with a slight pink on his cheeks. “Or something.”
You’re actually too stunned to reply.
Truth be told, you’d been feeling the same damn way for about a month now. Though all the what ifs about whether or not it was too early had stopped you from saying the words out loud. In hindsight, you were probably a week away from cracking yourself. But who knew he’d be the first one? It makes your heart melt.
“Yah, aren’t you going to say it back?” Yoongi suddenly prods, tone a bit impatient (or anxious).
Okay, that’s way too cute. You can’t resist. “What, worried?”
“Fuck yes. Extremely.”
With a quiet laugh, you squish both his soft cheeks within your hands. “Babe. Baby. I love you. I love you so, so, so much. And if you can’t see that by now, you should probably get glasses.”
“Okay.” Yoongi scrunches his nose, but he’s smiling. “Yeah. That—okay.”
He pulls away, flopping back onto his front, probably so you can’t see how his grin grows unstoppable and enormous. You give his shoulders a fond squeeze before pressing your thumbs into the muscle behind his shoulder blades in an impromptu massage that makes him groan. Besides that, you’re both quiet, letting your love soak into the walls and turn this nothing day into something cozy and irreplaceable.
“You know,” you tease, though it’s with a voice tender, “I never would have started dating you if I knew you were such a cheeseball.”
“Liar. My dick game is too strong. You were a total mess that time in the shop.”
You actually snort, loudly. “You wish! I seem to recall a certain lack of control that night…”
“Hey!” Yoongi rolls over, his bottom lip stuck slightly out. “Thought we agreed to never talk about that again.”
“You brought it up, dummy.”
“Whatever. You still love me.” He drawls the words with a look that says he likes the way their meaning settles in his chest, warm and sunny and bright.
“Yeah.” You lean down and touch the tip of your nose to his. “Looks like I do.”
➵ summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he's dressed as an angel, and you're in the sluttiest devil costume ever?
↳ part of the jimin spooktober collab!
➵ pairing: fuckboy!jimin x f. reader
➵ genre : college!au, smut, pwp
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 7k
➵ warnings : swearing, vaping, sexual tension, dirty talk, pussy fondling, marking, unprotected sex (be smart y’all), riding, car sex, mutual orgasm, creampie
➵ a/n : here’s my jimin halloween fic that i know is oh-so late but at least it’s here! don’t think this is my best work at all but I did want to write something for out precious it-boys birth month 🥺 thank you so much to my lovely beta naia @opaljm for editing this like a champ!! as always, your feedback means the world to me <3
Lipstick? Check.
Phone? Check.
Five shots of vodka in? Check.
Sitting in Park Jimin’s lap. What the fuck?
It all started at the party, Seokjin’s wild, crazy ass and downright illegal Halloween bash. There were enough kegs of beer to flood the house, raunchy music that had everyone practically fucking each other on the dance floor, and enough of drugs and alcohol to impair anyone’s judgement.
You along with your girlfriends were already pretty into it; your Halloween costumes attracted just the right amount of attention you yearned for after a stressful week of midterms. You owed much of that to your choice of a skimpy devil’s outfit, but also some percentage to your friend Taehyung, who has a gorgeous group of guy friends you’ve all become acquainted with.
It’s what made leaving the party not too big of a deal; two groups meant two cars, and with the way your best friend Tara and Jungkook were licking down each other’s necks, some people really needed to go home.
The shitty thing about only having two groups was the dilemma of only having, well, two fucking cars.
And since many of your girlfriends easily paired up with Taehyung’s friends, it all left everyone mixing and matching themselves, to the point that some people were crammed into the backseats of cars.
You would’ve been fine, A-fucking-okay if it weren’t for you being left with the only other unmatched person, Taehyung’s best friend and notorious fuck boy; Park Jimin.
It’s not a big deal, totally not a big deal that with every spot taken, the only feasible seat in the car is (dis)respectfully, on Park Jimin’s lap.
You stand cross-armed outside the car right now, attempting to hide your flushed cheeks due to not only the alcohol, but also the unabashed way Jimin stares at you. Lop-sided smirk, tongue toying with the inside of cheek, eyes amused by the game. He is the epitome of sin, and yet, he’s ironically dressed in an angel’s costume, only conflicting you more.
And it is not sitting well with you that you have to seat your skimpily-dressed devil-costumed ass over his crotch.
“Getting in?” He asks, lazily leaning back into his seat as he offers his lap like a throne. It’s not exactly intentional, but suggestive, suggestive enough you want to wring his neck out.
“No, thank you.” You bite back, shivering outside in the chilly, October air.
“Y/N,” Tara whines from inside the car, all loose-limbed and giggly over Jungkook’s thighs as he nibbles at her ear. “Come inside with us!”
“Yeah, c’mon, Y/N. I know you don’t have a ride home if we leave you.” Taehyung speaks up, showing genuine concern but is soon distracted by a tipsy Mina who kisses him.
This then ensues in everyone in the car drunkenly, or with enough weed in their systems, to holler at you to get inside, or else accusing you of being a party-pooper. You begin to fold hearing them, huffing as your eye-shadowed eyes meet Park Jimin again, who cocks a brow and gestures towards his very welcoming crotch.
Rolling your eyes, you stomp over, clutching your arms over your chest as you scowl at him, placing a heeled foot onto the edge of the car.
“Try some shit, and I’ll break your jaw.”
“Mmm,” He hums, laughing a little, and you hate that you find his laugh pretty. “Of course, ma’am. Hop in.” He sends you a striking smile to top it all off, and it’s almost hilarious how a simple show of his teeth wins you over.
You might actually find him likeable, even though you don’t know much about Park Jimin. All you know him as is Taehyung’s best friend, and you know he’s a repeat offender of charming girls. He sleeps around, and it’s granted. It’s just so easy when he’s got Bratz doll lips any girl would dream of having wrapped around her pussy, running your fingers through that flawless hair of his and messing it up all because he’s that crazy good. And fuck, wouldn’t you want to just kiss up that tattoo people have said graces his ribcage all the way until you reach his crotch and plunge your mouth over his-
“Y/N?”
You physically shake your head, eyes refocusing on the gorgeous man before you, utterly disoriented.
“Huh?”
“Are you getting in?” He asks innocently, until his irises turn a shade darker, and reveal mischief that quite honestly, makes you want to play along. “Or do you need me to make you?”
Gulping, you feel a shiver run through your core, mustering a response. “N-no, I’m coming.”
“Good,” he smirks, wetting his bottom lip. “I promise I won't bite.”
And just when you believe you could survive this car ride, his pretty voice has the audacity to utter.
“Unless you want me to.”
Fuck.
Surely, this wasn’t going to be like any other car ride you’ve ever experienced.
You’re going to combust.
The second you nestled your ass over Jimin’s crotch, he let out this puff of air that’s been haunting you for the last 10 minutes.
It was searing, palpable, the way you could feel him shifting underneath you, attempting to not touch your body in any non-consenting way, even though it would be safer for him to.
And when Hoseok hit a speed bump all of a sudden, his quick reflexes threw his arms around your waist, hugging you to his chest. You could feel his presence permeating through your back, sucking in a breath at the heated proximity, but also sense the searing tension that flooded the space around you two. You bite your lip to remain silent, acting unaffected as he slowly unravels his arms, moving them off you, but by your side.
You shuffle around in the cramped space, Hoseok’s blasting Tyga from the car’s obnoxious speakers, and all the passengers of the trip are whooping along to the beats. Some of them rapping, some downright hollering and others having no shame in blatantly making out.
You and Jimin are subjected to that right beside you, stuck with Tara and Jungkook grossly smacking on each other’s lips as if they’re starved. You feel them both impeding in your little space with Jimin, resulting in you shifting over slightly to avoid them, and suddenly feeling your ass graze Jimin’s quite tangible dick.
He twitches a little, which signals to you that certainly isn’t comfortable for him. You attempt to seat yourself in a way that doesn’t apply weight on Jimin, afraid of making him endure being squished the whole ride. But when Tara and Jungkook become too drunkenly idiotic for each other and grow wilder, Jungkook’s elbow begins jabbing into your side, and you start side-eyeing them.
Clutching your arms around your chest tighter, you shift again until an arm, you are very familiar with and can easily guess who it belongs to, suddenly blocks Jungkook from hitting you. Jimin nonchalantly curls an arm around your waist, gently tugging you flush against his front. Your breath hitches a little, the close quarters of the car already driving you insane, but now his heated breath fanning down your neck is absolutely tugging on your final thread.
You peek back with questioning eyes, and he merely shrugs.
“They’re too drunk to care.”
He’s referring to the giggly couple beside you; he’s right, they’re surely too drunk to even care about the space they’re eating up.
“Thanks,” you softly remark, to which Jimin nods.
You would’ve believed the simple response indicated his disinterest, or maybe that he’s bored. But what leaves you curious is the way Jimin’s positioned his hand on you, and dear God, are you close to imploding.
The arm he laid over you rests in your lap, but his palm is curled over your very exposed thigh, your skirt having ridden up on you. Occasionally, when the car hits a bump or Hoseok turns, you feel him squeeze your thigh a little, lighting you on fire.
The weakest spot on your body has always been your thighs.
You can see in the window’s reflection that Jimin stares out of it, lost in whatever thoughts he’s got piled in his head. So why in the hell is his hand clutching your thigh? Is he being nice and keeping you from possibly flying out the car? No way, you’re both too new to each other for him to be that nice. Is he trying to get in your pants? He seems too indifferent for that. Is he merely doing this for fun? Does he have a game plan?
You feel like you’re going to tear your hair out.
Desiring to test the waters, you decide to play with them first before he can play you. With the small prod you feel against your core from his cock, you grow enough confidence because fuck, can you sense his tip nestling against your panties. His angel costume has got him wearing pants made of a thin material, using this as your opportunity to strike.
You gently, quite promiscuously rub your ass against him in a ruse to become more comfortable. You feel his hand slightly shift over your thigh, chalking it up to him merely moving along with the car.
Or could he have actually felt something?
Unable to see him, you repeat your action, nibbling your lip a little as you lean forward and clutch the seat in front of you; once again, rolling your ass for so-called comfort.
But he still doesn’t move, and remains stoic, almost catatonic. You begin to lose hope, thinking you’re poking a non-existent bear. Leaning back, you genuinely shift to seat yourself better over his lap, and suddenly feel Jimin dig into your thigh.
“Ow!”
“Fuck, sorry.” He apologizes rapidly, and you nervously look towards the reflection of the window, now catching a real view of him. He’s been straining himself, it’s evident in the way he clutches his splayed fingers over his mouth where his chin rests in his palm. He’d clutched your thigh harshly enough, you hated that part of you actually liked it.
What would it feel like if he gripped other parts of your body?
One last time, you brace for impact and gyrate your hips a little, as if you’re dancing to the music over the speakers, and that was where you fucked up.
Jimin bites this time, and he bites hard. He let out a small groan in his throat, his hand surprisingly retracting towards the inner side of your thigh and gripping the meat of your leg. You jolt, your pussy flaring up at just his hand there. Your outfit sincerely was not made for this ride, and you wouldn’t be able to get out of this not horny.
Suppressing the urge to look back, you readjust yourself to soothe the ache between your legs, and your hand lands over Jimin’s on your thigh. He twitches a little, which colours you surprised. He hesitates, intertwining your fingers a little, waiting, anticipating.
But he merely sticks to remaining seated, and doesn’t advance any further. He’s really not entertaining this, is he? You were in the middle of rolling your eyes until Jimin suddenly coughs behind you, causing him to jut his crotch into your dampening pussy, and his hand falls directly south of your body.
You gulp.
He doesn’t dip in, however, he hovers, lingers. His fingertips begin to ever so gently glide over the skin of your thigh in circles. It feels lethal, unfair that he remains completely okay, while you are fighting yourself against a moan.
Growing bold and horny, you snap a look towards the window, hoping to gain his attention. To your victory, Jimin locks eyes with you through the reflection.
At first, he merely stares, as though he is challenging you with his performance of blatant disinterest. Then, his hand daringly grips your thigh again, almost palming at you and you jostle in his lap. Jimin cracks a shit-eating grin, impeccable smile just too damn charming to deny.
He begins very deliberately rubbing your bare skin, your very very fragile weakness of thigh-touching setting you off like a drug. Arousal courses through your veins, and suddenly all you want is for Jimin to wrap his arms around you, to play with you in his lap until you release a pent-up orgasm.
You could tell by the way he moves calculatively, with purpose and grace, that he knows how to use his fingers, and how to use them well.
Biting your lip, you return to your rendezvous point of the window’s reflection which allows you two to have some sort of telepathic conversation between each other. Jimin’s still smug, fingertips drawing circles in your inner thigh as he watches your eyes beg for him, feeling hatred towards his upper hand.
He cocks a brow as if he knows you enjoy this, knows you want more; half of you would like to jab his ribcage at his show of arrogance, while the other would much rather have him bone you.
He seems proud, too proud of himself, and you want to wipe that smirk right off his face. Completely unashamed, you wrap your smaller hand around Jimin’s and purposefully stuff him against your clothed pussy if he wants to be so daring.
Jimin’s eyes widen, completely caught off guard as he silently speaks to you through the reflection. He calms himself despite the delicious poke of his cock you feel beneath you, licking his Bratz doll lips you wish you could throw yourself onto. Gently keeping him against your heat, Jimin mouths to you.
“Is this okay…?”
The fact that he’s asking alone warms you up to him, chest fluttering. Your previous thoughts of him being an asshole dissipate slightly, now confident with the decision you make.
You gently nod, and Jimin surprisingly smiles without the usual smirk, but with his lovable beauty, boggling you a little. He’s the prettiest person you have ever laid your eyes upon, and this angel costume is only increasing your urges by tenfold; as if he truly were an innocent angel you desire to corrupt.
It was as though Jimin could read your mind, because in the next few seconds, rather than lazily leaning back against the backseat, he rises up and sits straighter, his front flush to your back. His free hand engulfs your arms, holding you in place as he shifts back into his seat with you.
It’s hilarious how none of your friends notice anything; Jungkook and Tara are too busy with their tongues with Taehyung passed out on the other side beside them while your friend Mina is in the passenger seat as Hoseok drives. They’re distracted by the blaring music from the sound system, allowing you and Jimin to be nearly completely masked.
Jimin stills his hand against your core, not having moved a muscle, But it seems you spoke too soon, because almost as if he’s experimenting, Jimin lightly rubs a finger against your core, and it’s embarrassing how fucking wet you are. Growing shameful, you begin closing your legs until Jimin pries them back open, gently sighing.
Jimin eases you into it, meeting your eyes in the window again to shoot you a cock of his brow, and an approving grin. It’s riveting the amount of energy between you two this instant; you can feel his front pressed into your back, his fingers applying blissful amounts of pressure that feel glorious, but are clearly just to tease.
To fight back, you roll your ass against his crotch a little. Jimin sucks in a breath, and you grow too condescending to let him off the hook. You hike your skirt enough so that it doesn’t obstruct the contact of your pussy, wet lips nestling against his clothed crotch and Jimin suppresses a heady moan in his throat. He plays it off with a cough, which he only uses to suddenly drive up into you again as you lightly moan, toying with your sanity.
He speeds up the way he fondles your pussy, fingertips running circles over you while you keep adjusting yourself over his crotch, feeling his member become hard and thick.
It’s nearly laughable what you’re both doing; as if trying to tease each other, but also enjoying it, letting each other run their evil tyrade as you both never acknowledge how out of the blue it is. But maybe that’s what makes it so intriguing, enthralling. Park Jimin has been on your mind ever since you heard the first rumour of his Godly head game from a friend of yours, and months later, you never expected to be sitting in his lap now.
Maybe Park Jimin has proven to not be so terrible after all, and right now, with this skimpy outfit and the trained way his fingers move over your clit, there’s no way in hell you’re stopping this now.
His fingers manage to dip down your folds, slowly caressing you up and down, touching your pussy as if he owns it. His hardened cock glides across your opening deep enough you jerk into his hand, nearly sighing out in relief but keeping your mouth clamped shut.
Jimin senses a weakness, however, and clutches you tighter in places as he drives your body down over his crotch, and he deliberately rubs you over himself. You sincerely feel your nerves exploding, self-control a fickle concept as you battle against the work of his fingers.
He continues to run his fingers through your slit, up and down then again up and down, harder, deeper, making you thank God your skirt was covering his hand right now.
Gliding his two fingers upwards, he meets the band of your underwear which results in you nosediving into panic mode. You glimpse over at your only means of communication, and Jimin’s eyes turn a deep shade of desire, as though for an angel, he has lust overriding every part of him.
But he holds onto a sense of patience, biting his lower lip as he scans your features. When you reveal an expression of desperation with a hint of yearning, ever so gently nodding, he confidently surpasses the band of your underwear.
His perfect fingers dip inside and he touches you bare, igniting you with flames.
You shudder, curtaining your moaning mouth with a hand, coughing quickly afterwards, just to cover up the needy sound. He slowly, purposefully, slides down the flesh above your pussy, stroking you evilly until he finally reaches your sticky, pulsing clit. You keen forward the second he touches your pearl, chewing on your lip to silence yourself.
His onslaught feels euphoric as you lose any hint of brattish behaviour. You turn putty in his hands because you can tell he knows how to touch a woman and it leaves desire flooding your bloodstream.
Jimin’s fingers decide to explore you, as though you were a precious toy to touch, fondle, tease to his liking until you both develop a rhythmic rocking with your hips relishing in the bulge of his hard, meaty cock underneath. His fingertips traverse your slippery folds, spreading your essence all over yourself as you dig your nails into the back of his hand.
He begins descending to your pulsing hole, dying for something to fill you up, to feel him inside you and lose brain circuitry the second he invades your fluttering cunt. Seconds from plummeting inside your leaking pussy and moaning obscenely, a sudden exclamation from the front seat startles you and Jimin.
“Oh shit! Namjoon just told me Yoongi knows a guy that’s holding a huge party in Waverly!”
“Holy fuck, did you just say Waverly?” Jungkook actually stops shoving his tongue down Tara’s throat long enough to question.
Somehow the mention of Waverly even stirs Taehyung awake, who lazily rubs an eye as he comes to. “Did I just fucking hear Waverly?”
Waverly. Gated community of some of the richest hedge fund babies and private business-owner families in this town. Lawns the size of half a football field, exorbitant architecture and some even featuring regal fountains as their welcome mat.
“Fuck yeah, you did. Screw going home, we’re hitching a ride straight to expensive booze and skinny dipping.” Hoseok proclaims valiantly as he makes a near violent U-turn on an empty street, causing you to lean completely into Jimin. You squeal, causing Jimin to immediately halt his actions from before and wrap his arms around you.
“Wait, we’re going to Waverly now?” You question with slight annoyance, clearing your throat because suddenly, it’s as though all the moaning you suppressed has made your voice hoarse.
“Oh shit, we’re actually going to Waverly!” Tara cheers over Jungkook, excitedly tapping his shoulders.
“Uh, you guys do know there’s a higher chance of the party getting busted in Waverly, right?” Jimin speaks behind you, and it’s surprising to hear that as his contribution to the conversation. You presumed a rumoured fun-loving, personable person like Jimin would be down for any party, especially one held in Waverly.
Did he not want to go? Why? Did he possibly want to keep doing this with you in the car? Maybe even offer to walk you back to your dorm?
Now you’re goddamn milking it, you shouldn’t take his sudden act of lewdness to suddenly mean he’s interested in you.
“Who gives a fuck, Jimin. You were there just last week with your tongue down Soo-hee’s throat.”
You freeze, brows raised. Taehyung’s comment is obviously meant to be a harmless reminder, but his sentence washes a cold wave of reality over you. You suddenly realize Jimin’s known to be a charmer; his undeniable charisma and pretty smiles reel anyone willing to bite the bait into his trap, and currently, you were falling in like a naïve fawn.
You barely know him, only know of him in passing and yes, maybe you could gain yourself a good fuck tonight, but is this really how you wanted to know Jimin? Fucking without even a decent introduction to each other? Having his cock shoved inside you when you don’t even know what he’s majoring in? It’s a fun time, but not necessarily your type of fun.
Jimin seems to sense the way your body tenses, shockingly gripping you tighter and biting back at Taehyung.
“And? She was a shitty kisser anyway and by the time we got upstairs cops busted the place. Waverly’s not worth it.”
Hoseok blows a loud raspberry in disapproval, proudly continuing the drive.
“That may have happened when you were there, Jimin, but it ain’t happening this time and I will get my expensive booze.”
“Oh fuck me. Joon just told me that apparently they have a chocolate sculpture that looks like Michael Myers!” Mina beams, erratically slapping Taehyung’s shoulder with him leaning over and reading Namjoon’s text.
“Way to celebrate the Halloween spirit, bitches, we’re fucking going.” Jungkook enthusiastically adds.
And with hollers and squeals of agreement, you sigh as Hoseok floors the gas straight to Waverly.
You watch all your friends pile out of Hoseok’s car, excitedly conversing about the obscene amounts of alcohol they’re going to drown themselves in. Jimin rests a hand on the car door, holding it open as you stand with your arms defensively clutched around yourself; it’s too cold outside.
Your friends merrily begin stepping towards the long path leading up to Yoongi’s so-called friend’s house, which you have to say, looks like the equivalent of a manor. On any other given day you would’ve happily crashed the damn near Buckingham Palace with your friends. But now, cold and frustrated from how your night got obstructured by this stupid party, you’re in too sour of a mood.
This totally does not have anything to do with losing the prospect of a wild night with Jimin, in no way whatsoever.
“Guys, aren’t you coming?” Hoseok tugs your friend Mina along as he hollers towards you both, your car ride companions all turning heads.
“C’mon, guys, you should come!” Jungkook yells out, and it’s funny you keep hearing ‘guys’, as in, more than just you. It’s then you glance behind you and find a blank-faced Jimin unmoving, glued to his spot, casually leaning an arm over the ajar door.
He’s not going?
“Jimin, man, c’mon! Why aren’t you coming?” Taehyung queries his best friend, to which Jimin waves him off with a non-committing hand, shaking his head.
“If Hoseok’s getting wasted then we need someone to drive.” Jimin replies, which is also another surprise.
He didn’t drink tonight?
“Oh shit, Jimin, thanks man! I seriously needed some expensive booze in me.” Hoseok appreciates his friend. “What about you, Y/N?”
“I’m um.. I’m not feeling too well. I don’t think I’m up for another party.” You hide your truth, but it wasn’t exactly a lie. You truly didn’t feel well enough for a party, and would much rather stay outside with some fresh air, chilling in Hoseok’s car than be crammed with drugged and drunk people.
It confuses you that Jimin’s also deciding to stay back, gulping when you realize he still hasn't closed the car door.
“Damn, alright then. Take care of yourself, eh? Jimin’s there if you need anything!” Hoseok endearingly smiles, joined by Tara.
“Call me if you really do want to go home, Y/N. I don’t want you going by yourself!”
“Of course, guys. Thank you!” You project your voice as your friends stumble down the path, arm in arm and hand in hand as they buzz about the party and how luxuriously high-class Waverly is.
Taking a deep sigh, you slowly turn on your heel, meeting Jimin. Your eyes lock, and you could swear he was already previously looking at you.
Was he looking at your ass?
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
His response is casual like yours, but it holds a sense of friendliness, almost flirty. You’re unsure of what to say, honestly not having thought this far into the night. What exactly were you two meant to do for the next hour or so your friends crashed here?
Sensing your unfamiliarity with the situation, it would seem, Jimin speaks up.
“We should get inside the car, you’ll get cold.” He bobs his head towards the vehicle, and you send him a small smile.
“Thanks.”
You paddle over to the door, and Jimin steps back as he allows you to fit yourself inside. He lets you become comfortable first before sliding in himself, settling beside you and shutting out the cold.
Finally seated in the car together, there’s a lingering silence hanging in the air. It’s not uncomfortable, just a constant reminder that you and Jimin don’t know each other very well, and yet, he already somehow knows what your pussy feels like.
You shiver.
“Are you still cold?”
Your curious eyes flit over to Jimin, who sits leaned back, legs manspread, an arm draped over the seats, where you sit a few inches away. You honest to God hate that he’s sitting like this, because his flimsy angel outfit doesn’t do much to hide how thick his thighs are, or that fact that he’s still hard.
“Yeah, kind of.”
Jimin then pops open the door of the car and slips inside the driver’s seat. He places his foot on the brake and presses the ignition of the keyless vehicle, feeling it roar to life. He nonchalantly, but with a skilled grace works Hoseok’s car, tapping over the dash to adjust the temperature settings and turning on the heat in the backseats.
He returns thereafter, shooting you an amicable smile as he shuts the door. “It should be warm now.”
You appreciate his act of kindness, thinking possibly, Park Jimin isn’t as bad as you predicted him to be. “Thank you, Jimin.” You grin brightly, which causes him to send a stunning one back.
“No problem, Y/N.”
Now there’s another silence, thrown off by how noiseless Jimin is. He was always described as quite the lively social butterfly, able to welcomingly converse with anyone. So why exactly isn’t he speaking to you?
“So, why didn’t you go in?”
“Huh?” Jimin turns towards you, fishing inside the pocket of his pants.
“The party. Why didn’t you go?”
“Well, I’m the designated driver now.” He offers as though it’s obvious, but you backtrack.
“No, I mean. You could still go into the party and just not drink. Why’d you stay out here?”
Jimin scoffs under his breath, cracking a smirk before he peers off to the side. He unveils a vape from his pocket and pops the tip into his mouth, inhaling a sweet, long drag before releasing an icy scent of strawberry and kiwi.
“Now why would I leave you out here all by yourself?” He speaks through the release of his smoke, watching it blow out from his mouth and nose. The scent intrigues you, and the image of smoke surrounding a sexy angel like Jimin, manspreading deliciously as he runs a hand through his hair leaves you clutching your chest for some goddamn much needed air.
Wetting your lips to prevent his comment from unsteadying you, you hold out a hand, indicating you want the vape too. A slightly sheepish smile has curved your lips, the sentiment of his words oddly having tugged at your heart strings.
He raises a brow, surprised you were requesting his vape, and he slowly, it almost seems purposefully, drags the vape out of his mouth and offers it to you. You carefully receive it and pop the magenta tip into your mouth, taking a satisfying, filling drag before gently puffing the smoke out. It tastes pleasant and you relish in the fruity scent and taste.
Your relaxed, almost hooded eyes meet Jimin’s, which are surprisingly fixated on you, peering with an indistinguishable likeness in his irises.
“Funny how this vape doesn’t belong to the devil, huh?” You gesture your eyes towards his costume then. “Quite the angel, aren’t you?”
He chuckles lightly, holding your eyes. “I would say so. But only with people I feel are worth it.”
You become intrigued, seated with your legs folded underneath you, shoes kicked off as you lean on an elbow against the backseat. You inhale another fruity drag from the vape, releasing the smoke.
“And you deem me worth it, Park?”
He huffs with an underlying laugh, pretty lips curved. “Very. You’ve been on my radar for a while, Y/L/N.”
That honest to God shocks you, furrowing your brows. “Now have I?”
“You have. Though the reason why remains my secret.” He cleverly counters, and you acquiesce with a puckered lips and a nod.
“I get you. But seriously, why’d you stay back from the party? It couldn’t have just been about me.”
Jimin laughs a little, casting his eyes away as though you’ve just said something absurd. Your eyes smile with curiosity, hitting his vape another time until he fills the car with a dangerously low tone.
“You really think I’d go into a party when all I can think about is my fingers between your legs?”
You freeze, caught in a state of complete shock. You struggle to form a sentence, mouth falling open and shutting close for several seconds.
“I- what?”
“You’re a little tease, you know that?” Jimin’s voice drips sin, and the gleam of mischief in his eyes ignites something within the depths of your stomach.
“You were being unfair.”
“Unfair? I was making sure you didn’t fly out the car, angel.” It’s ironic he calls you an angel, because you’re the one dressed like Satan’s slutty spawn, while he adorns a halo over his head.
“Please, and that entails touching my thigh? You’re not off the hook, either.”
“And who was the one grinding over my cock in an outfit like that?” Jimin gestures towards your heavy cleavage and mostly exposed legs that are covered by flimsy fishnet tights. You hold out your chin with a hmph as he eyes you, not in a disrespectful way, but one that’s meant to admire you. He ups the energy by ten folds when you lock eyes with him, finding a dark shade of lust in his irises, wetting his lips.
“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you the whole fucking night.”
He still hasn’t looked away, and neither have you. The tension in the car is palpable, riveting now. You narrow your eyes into slits with a hint of frustration, resentment, but something about his tensed jaw and the way he flits between your eyes and lips shoots arousal through your core, leading you to bite your bottom lip.
You give up on the eye contact, rolling yours instead and releasing a puff of sweet smoke from between your lips. But to your surprise, Jimin suddenly comes mere inches before your face, inhaling the smoke himself and blowing it out. You feel your panties instantly dampen and gnaw inside your cheek as Jimin’s beautifully full lips remain just in front of you.
He peers at your mouth hard, switching between your irises and the petals he seems to so badly desire. He maintains eye contact, and something so undeniably compelling about his gaze keeps you there too. His hand slips into yours and grasps the vape pen, bringing it to his own mouth for a long, plentiful drag, releasing the icy smoke right by your mouth.
You breathe in the smoke, sharing it with him and blowing it back on him. You relish in him in that moment, because quite literally nothing defeats the way Jimin opens his mouth to taste your smoke. You’re closer now, much closer than before and his proximity feels intoxicating, magnetic as he takes another drag from the vape pen, but this time, his fingers wrap underneath your jaw.
Jimin holds your face in place as he directly blows his smoke into your ajar mouth, watching you shut hum in euphoria as somehow, the smoke tastes sweeter when it comes from his mouth. Your insides scream for him, yearn for him as Jimin cradles your jaw, pupils dilating with a fiery hunger you could see within him.
Your lips are centimeters apart, the small distance making it able to count each eyelash of his, to see the faint freckles speckled across his nose and cheeks, but before you can even admire the intricate design of his brown eyes, his lips envelop yours.
Within a single breath, the kiss surprises, leaves you hesitating for a mere second before you melt into the taste of vape smoke on his lips. You become engulfed by the heady neediness of his kiss. It’s desperate, but there’s a tamed slowness to his mouth, as though he both needs all of you at this instant desires to savour you.
The vape pen gets lost in the mix somewhere, Jimin hands sliding down your body to encase your waist and tug you closer, while yours glide up his chest and cradle his cheek and hair, tugging at the luscious locks of blonde.
Jimin moans into your mouth, and suddenly the fire lit between your bodies is burning too hot, too kinetic to simply remain in this awkward side-by-side position. Shredding all forms of awareness and logic, you spring up onto your knees and throw a leg over Jimin’s lap, nestling above his crotch where your clothed pussy lips greet his semi-hard cock.
“Fuck..” He curses into your mouth, hands roaming all over your scantily clad body once you’re on top of him. Your tongue does the talking as it dances with Jimin’s, poking inside his mouth to welcome its partner’s drunken tango. You develop a searing rhythm together, so melodic and harmonious it feels like effortless air kissing Jimin.
Your crotch rubs against his and you can feel your wetness rubbing onto him, begging his cock underneath to just slip inside. Jimin moans again when you rock your hips, and he juts his hips up for a counterattack. You moan once you feel his cock prod your opening, throwing your head back as Jimin steals the opportunity to speedily suck on your neck, Bratz doll lips latching onto your throat.
You sigh in arrant pleasure, cradling his head to your neck as you sigh his name, unabashed and shameless in the tight space of the car
“Jimin..”
“Y/N.. fuck.”
The way he swears causes your pussy to flare up in seconds, pulsing needily and rubbing all over his pants in a way that leaves you physically keening. His hands slowly glide up your body to cup your breasts, groping them as they offer themselves to him in two round, very obvious globes. He palms and kneads, sighing out euphorically when he pinches your hardening nipples through your bralette.
“Fuck, Jimin, just like that…”
“Yeah? Like it when I play with you?”
You gush, feeling your panties pool when he fishes out your breast from your deep red bodycon and wraps his lips around a nipple. You gasp in overriding pleasure. Suddenly his rock-hard cock is elongated and shoving into your pussy folds, riding against him for the divine friction against your buzzing clit. Your hands and fingers explore his body as much as they can, tugging at his hair and teasing the nape of his neck because fuck, does he let out these deep, sexy moans that leave you wired.
“I thought..” You breathe, relishing in his plump lips enveloping your pulse point with delicious sucks and kisses. “You had… your tongue down Soo-hee’s throat last week?” It's a low jab, but you’ll take whatever retaliation you can get because the sudden tension between you two is sickenly hot.
“The only throat I want my tongue down is yours.” Jimin breathes, collecting your other breast and swirling his tongue over the sensitive peak. You jostle into his lap, grinding down over his growing bulge.
“Mmm, no wonder you’re hard as a rock, huh?” You whisper by his ear.
He scoffs against your neck, shivering your insides. “Blame your tiny little dress, angel.”
You have to admit, it is the skimpiest thing on Earth, but there’s no way in hell you are letting him win. In the meantime you allow him to trail fruitful kisses up your neck until he’s behind your ear. You salvage the opportunity to dive for his neck, returning his heady, wet kisses all over his throat as he leans back and enjoys himself, letting out little moans of pleasure as he caresses and strokes your body.
“Fuckkk.” He groans, hand settling over your ass and squeezing as he yearned, moaning against his neck. “Keep going, angel.” He coaxes you, both of you growing too hot and heavy then. Jimin helps you ride your hips over his crotch to the point in which your underwear is soaked, and his cock is straining painfully against his white pants.
Breathing erratically, you pop off his neck with flushed cheeks and lustful eyes, meeting his obsidian ones swirling with adventure. There’s a moment of mutual heavy breathing, breaths mingling into one as you both allow arousal to consume you, liquid desire coursing through your blood.
Your eyes do the communicating, Jimin raising his eyebrows as if questioning “do you want this?” And you respond with a nibble of your lip and an emphatic nod, throwing away your pride and crashing your lips against his.
This time it’s rough, carnal, and wild as your hands immediately descend towards the waistband of his pants, undoing the belt as Jimin rapidly climbs aboard. He begins helping you and tugs down his bottoms in a rush, shuffling them off as he aimlessly kisses your neck, your cheek, your collarbone, almost ensuring you aren’t without the knowledge of his desire as you follow suit.
Once Jimin’s exposed, his thick, solid cock springs out and you nearly salivate at the pretty head of his cock, red-tipped and leaking angirly. You’d stuff him in your mouth if you could, but you can’t even let the thought subside before Jimin’s hiking up your skirt, bare ass suddenly exposed to the warm heat of the car.
He gives one of your cheeks a smack that jolts your breasts into his face, his lips kissing somewhere between the valley. His thumbs dig into the band of your panties and quickly stretches them down your legs, assisting him in the removal.
The obstacle of your panties are soon gone, leaving only your leaking pussy and Jimin’s thick, meaty cock. You immediately rise up on your knees and Jimin wraps a hand around his shaft, fisting himself before he nestles the tip against your wet pussy lips, mutual moaning out together.
“God, you are so fucking wet already.”
“Blame.. your cock.” You breathe through kisses against his jaw, to which Jimin tries catching your lips in between, clutching you tightly over his body.
“Blame.. this tiny ass dress.”
Another smack to your ass jerks you forward, and your needy whimper gives away your impatience. You shudder when he slides his cock through your folds and wets himself nice and slow, the divine flesh of his member prodding your slit equivalent to heaven.
Connecting your forehead with his, your hands gripping his strong shoulders, Jimin finally directs his cock towards your hole. He meets your eyes, breaths rugged, irises coloured with insatiable hunger.
“Sink down, angel.”
You nod, following his instruction and slowly descending over his cock, moaning out obscenely as you feel the stretch of his dick; your wet, slippery walls fitting him inside as he pushes up from underneath. You moan against each other’s mouths, suddenly everything around you two disappearing, only focused on the way his cock pierces inside your fluttering pussy.
When he bottoms out, your hips connect and heady groans escape you both as you grip Jimin’s shirt like a vice while he scans your face, breathing hard.
“Fuck.. fucking shit.” He curses.
“Fuck, Jimin. You feel so good, too fucking good.”
Cracking a proud smirk at you, he pecks your lips and whispers dangerously.
“Bounce on my cock, angel.”
Patience is definitely not a virtue this time as you elevate yourself, drawing him out steadily only to smack back down over his dick, savouring the way your walls cling to his meat. It feels ravishing, divine as your clit happens to touch against his abdomen, grasping him as though he’s your lifesaver.
You clench your walls around him and Jimin hisses, fingers digging into your waist.
“Fucking hell, Y/N. You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts, containing himself from absolutely drilling into your pathetic sex. Lifting yourself back up, you drop down and bury him deep, feeling I'm compromising your damn insides and letting out a broken sigh.
Jimin grunts like a madman, and his hands settle over your ass. Physically offering his help, Jimin lifts you up by your ass and guides you down again, indulging in the fit of his cock edged inside your walls. He spears himself inside you as a lewd moan leaves your lips, head spinning as he repeats, and repeats and repeats until you develop a deadly bouncing rhythm over his erect cock, slicking with sweat in your joints as you relentlessly ride him.
Jimin’s harsh breaths give his arousal away, the hardness of his dick poking you sharply, but just enough it never hurts, rather burns you with a searing pleasure as you gush.
You both moan obscenely as your hips smack against his, the car windows quickly fogging up as the temperature rises, bodies flush together, rubbing against each other, lips a hot mess of tongue and saliva. He clutches you closely as you hook onto his neck, using him as leverage to bounce yourself all over his cock, moans erotic and loud.
“Fuckfuckfuck, Y/N. Shit, you feel so fucking tight, Jesus.” Jimin groans, eyes darting down to earth in the direction of your pussy that swallows his pulsing cock.
“Jimin, fuck.. Fuck me deeper, faster.”
Jimin’s eyes go wide, as though more lust has found a home within him and he grows unquestionably determined. Jimin grips your hips hard and completely halts you, breaths harsh and rugged as he contains himself.
“Okay, when I go up, you go down, and when I go down, you go up, got it?” Jimin instructs, and something about the hot way he tells you what to do only turns you on more.
Following his words, you feel Jimin draw himself out of you, and so you elevate yourself. When you feel him plummet inside your engorged pussy, he shoves you down over his cock so deep your gasp turns into a near cry, face finding his neck.
“Fuck.. Jimin!”
“Shit, did that hurt?”
“No, no..” You breathe, recollecting yourself. “That felt like fucking heaven.”
Scoffing proudly at your feedback, Jimin continues the up and down rhythm until your moans become desperate sighs. They replicate that of a pornstar’s as his cock throbs violently inside you, aching to cum.
Sensing your clit beating against his abdomen, Jimin slithers a hand between your bodies and begins touching your sticky bud, fondling with a practiced precision that felt like God’s work, moaning erotically.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Jimin!”
“Shit, shit I’m not going to last. I fucking won’t.” Jimin curses, speedily and needily working over his cock as your lungs fill with intoxicating arousal. The way you smother his member leaves his dick practicing an immense level of patience, holding back immensely as his brow furrowed in concentration and his pretty moans ring in your ears.
“Fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum.” Jimin warns you, worried eyes darting towards you. “I need to pull out, shit, I have to pull out..”
“It’s okay-it’s okay.” You ease him, kissing his pretty lips in the process, his dick smacking into your pussy. “I take the pill, don’t stop Jimin. Don’t fucking stop.”
Smiling smugly at your request, Jimin jerks his brows. “Who am I to refuse the devil?”
You would almost laugh at his witty comment if it weren’t for the onslaught on your clit, your focus turning solely on the pleasure he’s providing you as the car boils with intense heat, bodies sweating and clothes falling off as Jimin fucks you mercilessly. He continously rams himself inside you, heightening your moans by each and every hard fuck until your moans become so high-pitched and lewdly high, you squeeze his meat so hard you snap like twig in his hands.
The sound of your orgasming does Jimin in as well, releasing inside you with the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. His fingertips soothe out your high as he rubs in circles, gently riding you over his creamed cock as you both come down, face stuffed into each other’s necks.
His heated breath fans your hair off your shoulder, when he finally lifts off of you, your blown eyes meet his, your faces absolutely flushed, hot, lips hung open with ecstasy.
You peer down between your bodies, wanting to admire the mess between you two, until your eyes suddenly widen in horror.
“Fuck, I think we got cum on the seats!”
“Oh fuck, really?!” Jimin panics, eyes darting down to find the crime scene of cum oozing out of your pussy and his cock. It drips down onto the nylon seats of Hoseok’s car, Jimin smacking his forehead.
“Shit, Hobi’s going to kill me!”
And once you let out a little giggle, Jimin can’t help but chuckle too, shoving his face against your chest with a grievous huff.
➵ summary : jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.
↳ part of the namkook moonrise masquerade collaboration hosted by @jamaisjoons
➵ pairing : fallen lucifer!jungkook x human!reader
➵ warnings : swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, semi-biblically-accurate depictions of angels and demons, supernatural themes, mentions and depictions of sin, s e x u a l t e n s i o n, neck-kissing, straddling
➵ a/n : WHY HELLO EVERYONE here’s the demon lucifer jk as promised!! i stayed up an entire night just to create the plot, i hope it delivers!! it’s literally one of the my favourite ideas ever hehe. this is the first part of a three-shot :) please excuse any mistakes or error since I didn’t have a beta and will probably get someone to do so later 🤧 PLEASE IMAGINE MOTS ON:E DAY 1 MY TIME JUNGKOOK FOR THIS Y’ALL, enjoy!! <3
➵ playlist : asshole by hooligan chase
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‘Why is she looking at my man?’
‘I need to get blackout drunk.’
‘Damn, that girl is fucking hot.’
‘I’ll steal it when he isn’t looking.’
Jungkook’s head rings with an innumerable amount of others’ thoughts, and he can’t seem to silence the blaring volume of them at all.
He’s roaming in complete confusion, clutching his palms over his ears because shit, is everything just so loud. His feet hurt too, when have his feet ever hurt? Why can’t he fucking fly? Why does he suddenly feel so cold?
Jungkook’s bleary vision catches sight of neon signs and lights that invite head-splitting migraines. His usual leather outfit suddenly feels like it’s sticking to his skin too much, and what is this constant pang he feels in his stomach?
He doesn’t know, all he knows is that this isn’t hell, and he definitely should not be here.
In all his thinking, his shoulder smacks into a passing stranger and he scolds them with stern eyes, only to ram into someone else yet again.
Fuck, that hurt. Why did that hurt? When has he ever felt pain at all? Jungkook grunts in frustration as he weaves through passing bodies in the streets and eventually tumbles before a closed store. The second he looks through the window, his eyes widen in sheer horror.
He’s.. he’s human?
No, impossible. He can’t be human, where did his red eyes go? Why can’t he see his wings? He snaps quick glances at his shoulder blades and finds them empty, even reaching behind his back to only feel a seamless leather jacket. He looks at his hands and sees them just like his usual form, but when did he lose that natural, searing heat to his skin?
Jungkook can’t think, he can’t understand what’s going on but can only comprehend one very obvious, almost laughable thing.
He’s been cast out of hell.
He laughs, then laughs some more because shit, is that goddamn funny, comedic, absolutely hysterical. Lucifer, the king of hell himself, has been cast out of his own kingdom? Sent to Earth as some measly blubbering, putrid human?
The second Jungkook whips his head around to a horn honking, his equilibrium unbalanced itself, that incessant ringing in his ear returning. He feels too fucking dizzy, the axis of his entire world spinning. Groaning in dull pain, he begins stalking down the street with his clammy palm to his head.
He bumps into more people and staggers, but he doesn’t care when he can still feel that same agonizing headache plaguing him. His eyesight begins to lose precision, and before he advances, he feels his knees buckle into the nearest alleyway. He drops to the ground hard, and his surroundings disappear before he feels his cheek meet the cold pavement.
Monday’s are so goddamn boring.
Absolutely nothing is special about the dreadful day. All you ever desire is to crawl into a hole and slowly perish. And the only remedy to such an issue? At least to you, it would be a nice, steaming cup of coffee.
But what absolutely trashes even the taste of coffee on a Monday?
The fact that it’s a Monday.
You drag your feet down the street, listless and exhausted after a tiresome day at work. You loosely clutch your bag over your shoulder as you trudge along, paying attention only squarely in front of you when suddenly, your feet ram into something. You almost trip over, furrowing your brows in confusion as you zero-in on the culprit.
Once your vision becomes clear, you immediately squeal out in shock. You look carefully to find a man lying unconscious nearby a dumpster, appalled by the disgusting trash that litters the area next to him.
You step slowly towards the stranger, finding that he’s actually quite… handsome. No, scratch that, he is drop-dead gorgeous, his looks almost too devilishly attractive. He appears fairly young to you as well, maybe the same age as you. You scan his outfit next and find him in a quite showy leather outfit; black boots, sheer-patterned shirt that exposed his body, hair flawlessly framing his face.
You could’ve believed he was a fallen angel, his almost ethereal aura screaming of an existence far from here. His face structure is almost perfectly crafted from the finest marble, his nose looks boopable and his adorable lips naturally fall into this charming pout.
Though his cuteness was not to be taken head-on, because you could only imagine what such a beautiful man’s eyes look like, and what allure remained hidden within them.
You shake your head out of the compromising thoughts, swallowing as you contemplate what to do next. The most logical thing would be to call 911, that would help him out the most, wouldn’t it?
You whip out your phone and tap your screen, only to gain no response. You quirk your brows, clicking your power button and finding your device completely drained of battery. You groan with a roll of your eyes, too shy to inquire another stranger on the street for their phone.
Weighing on the decision that the stranger most likely has a phone, you bite your lip before squatting down by him. You precariously reach into his jacket and gently search for any pockets inside, only met with empty ones. You target his leather pants next and surprisingly come up dry of a phone or wallet, no keys or even a damn stick of gum.
That leaves you with a real head-scratcher. The stranger seems to have absolutely nothing on him, now suddenly curious of whether or not he's even dead or alive. Heart quickening at the prospect of this being a dead body, you nervously gulp as you carefully take his wrist, and place two fingers against his pulse point.
You thankfully feel a faint heartbeat and release a breath of relief, thinking quickly on your feet. You couldn’t just leave the stranger to fend for himself, it was already cold tonight and God knows what would happen to him without any of his necessary belongings.
On a whim and out of sheer concern for the man’s well-being, you decide to haul a cab and take him home with you, hoping to also treat that nasty wound on his cheek.
Jungkook feels his consciousness resurfacing, head heavy, legs weighing a ton. His eyes flutter open to a white ceiling, darting around to find himself not on the street, not in hell, but inside a quaint apartment.
He furrows his brows, rubbing lazily at an eye once he does a quick once over of the place. He sincerely doesn’t understand where he is or what he’s doing here, but right now his head is still pounding too hard to even contemplate his next move.
Sitting up, he swallows to find his throat desert-dry, stomach producing this weird gurgling sound he can’t piece together an answer for, and his eyes feel this hefty weight behind his lids.
With a sigh, he rises to his feet, steadying himself. He sighs at just how annoyingly human he is, feeling the sensation of his legs aching, his neck adopting a crook from being awkwardly perched on the couch’s armrest, even his cheek stinging with something.
He touches the afflicted area and instead finds some sort of cloth taped over him, wondering what in the hell it is. He touches it some more, and applies pressure only to hiss at his wound, rolling his eyes at the sensation of pain.
With a deep exhale to release the frustration from his body, Jungkook notices he can still feel the fiery pits of hell coursing through his veins. That hot flame is still alive inside him, something heated still within his blood and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do something about it. With a focused mind and a composed breath, Jungkook attempts to revisit the very first, innate thing about his older form, imagining conjuring up his red, glowing eyes.
He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, and envisions them glowing crimson before he opens them again, feeling a smoldering heat spark in his irises. He spots a mirror by the front door of the apartment and peers at himself, finding his eyes a vibrant, almost fiery red.
He smirks, proud and satisfied. He’s still got it in him and he’ll be fucked six ways from Sunday if anyone can tell him otherwise. Feeling confident and alive, Jungkook attempts to conjure up some flames in his palms. Lo and behold, after a tense second of undivided focus, a fire gushes open in his bare hands. It feels just like when he’s perched on his throne in hell, Jungkook cracking another smug grin at the power he still holds.
In that moment however, he hears the distinct clatter of something tumbling to the ground, and whips around to the noise. He shockingly finds a human woman staring at him in utter terror, hand clutched to her heart with her phone on the ground, and cowering into the wall as she shakes profusely.
You’re stunned, flabbergasted, downright terrified out of your wits seeing the same man you found unconscious in the street now with fire flushing out of his hands. You see him begin to approach you and you’re overridden with fear, screaming at the unnatural sight before you.
You scream, you scream and scream and look around for objects of any sort. You spot a small bottle of body spray on your hallway counter and immediately fling it towards the man for defence.
“Get away from me, get away!”
“Woah, hey, hey! Calm down!”
But you don’t, and you instead throw other obscure and heavy objects towards him only for him to either burn or dodge them, eliciting even more of your panic. He’s getting closer as he attempts to pacify you, darting by him and running directly towards your kitchen.
Your frazzled brain isn’t thinking and you immediately fling open a cabinet, reaching for the very first thing you see and rapidly grasp a pan. You hold it up ready for punishing the man before he scrambles and hushes your ear-splitting shrills, holding up his hands in surrender.
“Wait, wait, stop! Shh!”
“How can I not scream when your eyes are literally red?!”
Jungkook struggles for a sentence. “Look, just, shh. You’re gonna alarm the people in your building!”
“That’s the fucking point?! You’re a maniac!” You yell and grab open your drawer of utensils, beginning to chuck forks and spoons at the frantic man.
“Hey, stop! Would you-stop throwing shit!” Jungkook yells frustratedly as you send him a scowl, only catapulting things harder in response. But suddenly, Jungkook burns a butter knife you haul his way, and fearfully watching it melt right before your eyes. They widen in absolute horror.
You’re seriously, and very horribly fucked.
Panic invades your chest and you spot your phone lying on the ground near your bedroom door, quickly bolting towards it in hopes of calling 911, or at least somebody for help. You dive towards the floor and snatch up your device, racing mind unable to sift through contacts efficiently enough before you feel strong arms quickly caging around you. The stranger traps your wriggling body as he attempts to grab at your phone, yelling angrily.
“Are you insane?! Why are you calling someone?!”
“Because you’re a fucking maniac!”
You struggle against the man’s burly hold and flail around hopelessly, utterly panicking realizing how strong he is.
Screams escape you as you useslessly fight each other on the floor, incessantly attempting to weaken his grasp. The man with much larger hands than yours however nabs your phone and tosses it into your room somewhere, attempting to hush you as you squeal and kick at him profusely.
“Stop it, stop! I can explain myself!”
“I don’t want to hear your fucking evil plan before you kill me!”
The man’s arms are still, curled around you and hugging your back to his chest, but it’s not a warm welcome at all as he keeps you from escaping, all while you holler incoherently at him to release you. You grow tired of the shenanigans and stuff the meat of his hand in between your teeth, sinking them in with enough force to harm him. The man exclaims in pain as his arms detangle from you.
“Ow! What the fuck?!”
You rapidly rise to your feet in search of your phone. It’s laying near your bed and you scamper off towards it, bending down with a grabby hand to reach it, but suddenly feel the man’s heavy figure hurtle you onto the bed. You both tumble onto your mattress, the handsome stranger on top as he locks down your thrashing hands, eyes urgent as he regards you below.
“Woman, please, please stop screaming.” He warns crucially. “I’m not someone people can know about, we’ll both get in shit!”
“By who? You’re the only freak here!” You wiggle your smaller wrist out of his grip and reach over for a stray cushion on your bed. You feel the fleecy material in your hand and harshly begin smacking the man with the pillow.
“Oh c’mon-what the fuck?!” You disarm him completely as he falters at your hits, the stranger toppling onto the ground as you recklessly beat the living hell out of him.
He crosses his arms over his face in an effort to protect himself, knowing even if you run now, the man seemed strong and smart enough to capture you again; two deadly combinations that could mean your demise. So you decide to keep senselessly whacking the cushion at him until he eventually tires, and you’ll make a break for it, or Mr. and Mrs. Tran next door will most likely come to your rescue.
You stand above him and yell profanities as you practically abuse the stranger with your pillow. However, the man latches a hand onto the pillow to halt you and causes the cheap material to completely tear open. Feather’s instantly fly out of the cushion and fill your room with white fluffiness, groaning in complaint at the mess.
You disregard the $4 ripped-up thing, and return to smacking at the man with the pillow cover.
“Why. The. Fuck. Did you. Rip. My. PILLOW?!” You howl between each of your attacks and the man struggles on the ground as he exclaims in pain, blinded and barely able to shout in return.
“Are you fucking kidding me?! Why are you beating me up?!”
“Says the one who ripped my pillow and tried to murder me!”
“I’m not even-what!” The stranger shrieks in disbelief. “I never tried to murder you! I didn’t do anything wrong!”
That response actually halts your actions, freezing once you truly contemplate the stranger didn’t try to exactly kill you or anything, and you’re then in fact assaulting him for no concrete reason. As your easily distracted mind wanders, the man suddenly pulls at your legs with grabby hands. You squeal as you suddenly land on top of his rather muscular body, crashing onto him hard.
Funny enough, you end up apologizing for settling over him so roughly. “Oh my God, I’m so-”
“Shh, shh.” The man pushes his index fingers to your lips and his own, shushing you both. There’s a long moment of silence, both you and the albeit, gorgeous man staring into each other’s round eyes as your chests press into each other’s tightly, feathers slowly cascading down around your entangled bodies.
You swallow as you watch the man underneath you in fear, wondering why he hushed you. You open your mouth to question him but he only shakes his head, warning you with a hush again.
“Shh, I hear footsteps.”
Suddenly, your front door is racked with a few hard raps.
“Who’s-” The man begins a question but you immediately smack your hands over his mouth, silencing him.
“Shh, don’t say anything!”
He removes your dainty hands from his lips and surprisingly holds them quite gently. “But is it the police-”
You clasp them over his mouth tighter, your face and his suddenly mere inches from each other as you tut him. “Shh! They can’t hear another voice!”
“Honey! Are you in there?”
You both pause, wide-eyed and frozen in time as you hear the voices of the nice couple that live next door to you. Your fight or flight mode kicks in, stress hormones on high alert as you register the idea of them seeing a random man in your apartment.
Let alone you on top of him like this.
They’ll assume the worst and get too worried for their own good, sighing with immense anxiety. You rapidly scramble off the leather-wearing stranger and snatch up his wrist, quickly tugging him upwards and onto his feet. He balances himself and you quickly shove him onto your tousled sheets and disorderly feathers.
“Look, just-stay here.” You hiss in a whisper, gesturing to him to stay put like a pet dog as you rapidly kick some stray feathers that escaped into the hallway inside your bedroom. You fix your outfit with a few strokes and begin shutting the door to hide the man, until he suddenly calls you back with a whisper-yell.
“Wait, woman!”
You poke your head back in with an incredulous ‘what the fuck?’, and the man rises as he steps speedily towards you. His hands jut out for what you believe to be in effort to harm you, but instead find your hair and smooth down some of your wild locks, even picking out a fuzzy piece of feather that stuck to your bangs.
“Oh..” You quietly exclaim, running your hands through your hair for a quick fix.
“Dear, where are you? We’re getting very worried!” You hear Mr. Tran yell more urgently this time, and your hands smack against the strangers to unhand you, pushing him back within the four walls of your bedroom and shutting the door on his handsome face.
You compose yourself once you’ve done so and reach your foyer, swinging open your front door.
“Oh dear, Y/N, we were so worried, honey. Are you alright?” Mrs. Tran holds her hand to her chest as she takes a deep breath, Mr. Tran soon joining.
“Is anything going on, sweetheart? We heard so much yelling.”
“I’m okay, Mr. and Mrs. Tran. You don’t need to worry about me at all.”
“Are you sure you’re okay, dear? There was an awful lot of screaming.” Mrs. Tran’s eyes flit around your apartment discreetly.
“I was just on video call with my friends and they decided to play a scary prank on me.” You bellow out a fake laugh and watch them lighten up, buying the lie.
“Oh gosh, we thought we heard another man’s voice and got so scared! We’re so glad you’re alright, dear.” Mr. Tran laughs with you, and you kindly reply.
“Oh not at all! Thank you for checking on me, Mr. and Mrs. Tran.” You smile big and wide to appear okay, momentarily snapping your vision towards your bedroom with a gulp. They end up bidding their farewells and you watch them entirely enter their apartment, sighing with relief once their door closes.
You shut yours, and practically stomp over to your bedroom as you hurl the door back open. The man on the other side practically leaps when you do, staring wide-eyed with raised eyebrows at your angry expression.
“You have a lot of explaining to do.” The man watches steam figuratively blown out of your ears, and a little noise escapes the back of his throat that almost sounds like a laugh.
“Did you just laugh at me?”
“N-no.” He brushes off sauvely.
You roll your eyes and snatch his wrist again, dragging him over to your living room and abruptly halting just before your couches. You shove him towards them and he snaps a testy look at you, taking his seat.
You decide to stand and look down at him as he crosses a leg and lays his arm against the backrest, sitting as if he owned the place. You fold your arms and tap your foot in anticipation, eyes pissed and steely. “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Do you not owe me an explanation?” You quirk an audacious brow, attempting to fathom what just transpired in the last 5 minutes.
“Explanation.. of what exactly?” He tilts his head and watches you with fascination, and it was now you realized his eyes weren’t glowing red anymore, they’re the colour of chocolate brown. But that doesn’t mean what you saw was a hallucination or a mind-trick either, you remember exactly what you witnessed with your naked eyes.
The man seems to feel a crook in his neck. Your once occupied attention now snaps to the way he stretches it out, listening to the cracks of his bones that sound practically inhuman.
“Why the hell did I see fire coming out of your hands? And your red eyes? Who the fuck are you?!”
The stranger has an ah-hah moment, and understands you with a small nod. He goes from a non-committing look of disinterest to a mirthy smirk on his face, one that almost seemed devilish. He lets out a proud sigh as he hoists himself up, standing tall before you as he suavely tugs at the lapels of his leather jacket.
“Well, I’ll cut to the chase,” The man quirks his eyebrows and plays with his lips in this undeniably sexy way you can’t help but find hot, blinking away the thought before it consumes you.
“I’m Lucifer, the king of hell, baby.”
You blink; once, twice, then three times. You stare at him dumbfounded, as if that would help you understand what he just so casually uttered. You finally let out a noise akin to a scoff. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I’m Lucifer. You know, fallen archangel? Satan? The Devil?”
You blink. “Do you think this is a joke?”
The so-called Lucifer furrows his brows. “Huh?”
“I nursed you after finding you unconscious on the street, and now you want to joke with me?”
“But I’m not joking..?” The man seems acutely confused, even tilting his head in this innocent way that completely contrasted his scorching hot looks. He even peers so vividly into your eyes, it's as though he could read every corner of your soul. He towers over you, you also realized. His height is so significantly taller than yours that he has to crane his neck to look down at you. And all of sudden, the way your eyes shift up to meet his gaze feels oddly searing, almost like you feel something hot ignite within you when your lines of sight lock.
“There’s no way in hell you’re Lucifer, buddy. Tell me who you really are and maybe we can talk.”
“But that is who I am,” Jungkook emphasizes, watching him step closer to you. He suddenly leans down to be eye-level with you, staring directly into your pupils smugly before cracking an evil grin. “Let me show you.”
Your lips fall into a quizzical pout as you watch him perplexedly before you, and witness the man’s eyes suddenly morph from a warm coffee brown into a dull, flaming colour of dark scarlet. You flinch, watching the image of almost a smoldering fire in his eyes, and the coy way he tongues his cheek gives you the impression he’s a man dripping in sin.
He blinks and rids himself of the flames, straightening up. “Believe me now, angel?”
You couldn’t fathom this information, nor the pet name he just used on you. Did you in fact find Lucifer, the devil himself unconscious in the street and brought him into your home? Even nursed him and let him crash in your living room? Not that you regretted it at the time, you do remember admiring his absolutely gorgeous face and couldn’t help but openly gawk at him.
Of course Lucifer had to be scorching hot with a face that could be sat on.
So-called Lucifer suddenly cracks a grin and chuckles, narrowed eyes snapping to him. “Why’d you just laugh?”
“Nothing,” The man shrugs, amused eyes scanning you over. “You’re kinda cute.”
You scowl at him sternly and roll your eyes, clearing your throat as you address him. “Well, Mr. Lucifer-”
“Jungkook,” he gestures with a hand before folding his arms. “Just call me Jungkook.”
“J-Jungkook.. what in God’s name are you-or not God. What in hell’s.. the devil’s name?” You become confused trying to form the question, pensive finger to your lips.
“What am I doing here on Earth, is what you’re asking?”
You nod with big, curious eyes, though still hold an adorable amount of annoyance within them Jungkook couldn’t help but notice. Said man flashes an evident look towards your lips before he continues. “To be honest, miss. I have no clue.”
You purse your confused petals as you figure that’s not exactly much to go on. You wonder what a celestial being of such high caliber could possibly be doing on Earth, let alone appearing to you like some rockstar that missed out on his opening act for Elvis Presely.
“You didn’t tell me a name.”
Your eyes flicker to his. “Huh?”
“Your name.. I don’t know it.” He flatly remarks as his hands slip into his pockets, still eyeing you, almost examining you with that intense stare that seemed to burn you alive.
“O-oh, right. My name..” You nervously laugh, arms crossed over your chest. “Y/N.. Y/N Y/L/N.”
Jungkook jerks his brows in amusement, doing that thing where he tongues his cheek, and now you suddenly wonder why he plays around with his tongue so much. “That’s a nice name.”
“Thanks,” you rigidly respond, not exactly knowing what to do. You’re all but traversing the many thoughts swarming your head; is this even real? Is this a dream? Is this some sort of colossal, sick joke someone’s playing on you?
But you’re interrupted by the sound of a sudden gurgle, knowing you’ve already eaten dinner, and discerning it’s coming from your otherworldly companion.
“Umm, are you hungry?”
“Shit, is that what this is? Hunger?” Jungkook pulls a disgusted expression and pretends to throw up, lamenting horribly. “Fuck, I really am human.”
You roll your eyes as he puts on a show of fake-sobbing, his pretentiousness eliciting a scoff from you. “Look, do you wanna eat something or starve?”
Jungkook lightly pouts his lips as his shoulders slump and hands falter, eyes suddenly much more innocent. “Eat, I think? It’s not good for a human to not eat food, right?”
You realize with such a question how little knowledge Jungkook possesses on humans, and with a hard sigh, you nod as you lead him towards your kitchen.
You watch Jungkook literally devour all the leftovers you housed in your fridge; fried chicken, some old Chinese, even the pasta and ravioli you’d left earlier today all down his stomach. You feel full just watching him when you lean your elbows over the counter, seriously inquiring about him.
“So, wait, repeat that again?”
Jungkook scarfs down a slice of pizza in practically a whole second, speaking messily through a full mouth. You try not to grimace.
“Basically, I was cast out of hell and now…” Jungkook swallows as he reaches for a tall glass of water. “I have to find my way back in.”
You blink multiple times to compute the information. “So for some reason you were kicked out of hell, and now you need to find your way back? Why the hell were you kicked out in the first place?”
“I have no clue,” Jungkook takes another swig of water to wash down the dense content of his food. “All I know is that I need a way back in.”
“Do you at least know how? Or what you need to do?”
You watch him slam down your glass after finishing off, and now, you find every plate you presented to him nearly wiped clean. “I have no clue about that, either.”
You deadpan. “What the fuck?”
“Look, human. All I know is that I can find the answers I’m looking for. I just don’t know where to start.” You sigh, cradling your cheek in your palm as you watch him pat a napkin to his lips, and all of a sudden it draws attention to the soft petals.
Why are his lips so damn kissable?
Jungkook’s eyes suddenly flicker up to yours and you snap out of your trance, swallowing. “W-what? Have you never been on Earth before?” You internally facepalm yourself for your idiotic stutter.
“Nope, not at all.”
You narrow your eyes. “Then how do you even know how to act like a human?”
Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to deadpan, an elbow coming up to rest on the table as his other hand cups over his thigh, leaning in. “Are you forgetting who I am, angel?” He smugly asks. “I’m the devil, watching humans is part of my job.”
You shoot him a testy look for the pet name again, but become curious of his job all of a sudden. “What do you even do as Lucifer? Sit on a throne and hear the screams of poor souls perishing in hell’s fire?”
Jungkook genuinely laughs at your words, and you become even more annoyed. “What?!”
“You’re quite right,” Jungkook sends you a proud nod, though he suddenly leans in closer, and he’s now bridged the gap between you and himself over your kitchen counter. He’s close, close enough you catch a whiff of this crisp, warm, though attractive scent off him. It was practically beckoning you closer with each breath in. The heat that radiates off him is almost scalding alone, swallowing as his proximity calls this certain side of you to jump out.
Or more so, jump him.
Jungkook smirks again, wetting his lips. “But I’m also the king and master of sin. I draw people’s deepest, darkest secrets out of them. All the bad in them.”
He deliberately eyes you, almost too hard. It's as though he’s searching every crevice of your mind and can suddenly see all the hidden, disguised aspects of yourself. Now the air’s suffocating, those searing eyes you swear turn scarlet at one point so immensely bewitching you, it’s hard to look away.
You can feel this almost magnetic pull towards him, eyes darting down to those cute lips of his again. But you immediately brush it off, knowing men like, well, devilish men like him love using their charms to entrance whomever they deem weak enough to fall into the trap.
You scoff, looking away. “I’ve gotta take a shower.”
You abruptly rise from your seat. You swipe your phone with you as you watch him settle into his chair, arms folded and now appearing very bored. You sigh as you glare at him, wondering how you’re meant to keep Lucifer of all people entertained.
A question pops into your head, having mulled over it since you’d nursed him on your couch. “Hey, demon.”
His gaze flickers to you, chewing on his lip.
“Do you have a place to stay?”
You watch as Jungkook actually becomes uncharacteristically shy, shifting awkwardly in his seat. “Not exactly, no.” The column of his throat bobs as he gulps. “Why? Are you trying to kick me out?”
You laugh, covering your smile when you do. “No, I’m not like whatever higher power that casted you out of hell.”
Jungkook’s smile returns then, less snarky but now actually more.. charming? “Funny and cute. I like you, human.”
You narrow your eyes with a curt reminder. “Human’s not my name, demon.”
“And demon’s not mine, either.” You contort your lips into an annoyed pout and stare him down. He returns the challenging look, though lightens up for his next question. “So.. can I stay here?”
You don’t take much time to consider your answer, knowing your empathetically-cursed character could never deny the homeless man shelter. “I guess so. I don’t think it’s smart to let you roam the human world with your little knowledge of it.” Jungkook moves to deny you the insult of his pea-sized brain, but you calm him down. “I don’t mean it offensively. I mean it for your safety, Jungkook.”
He settles down, understanding. “Yeah, I get you.”
Jungkook seems to then regard you with a much more amicable look, his eyes conveying unusual, though present gratefulness. Suddenly you become interested in exactly how human Jungkook really is, seeing as he appears as human as it gets, but exactly how Lucifer is he still?
“If I may ask.. are you really.. human on earth? As in.. do you have a different form in hell?”
Jungkook finds the question endearing, laughing a little. “Not really. I appear like this in hell too, all the way down to my outfit.” He gestures towards his attire. “Though in hell I have wings. My eyes permanently glow red and I usually have flames surrounding me.. mainly my wings.”
You’re stunned, now contemplating the image of Jungkook with these wide, gorgeous wings. You’re left completely speechless, envisioning the flames that probably burst out of them like a Phoenix rising from the ashes.
“They must be beautiful.” You don’t even realize you let your thoughts slip aloud, regaining focus when you see Jungkook smirk through a laugh.
“I-I mean.. are you sure you’re human? I mean your skin and all.. do you even need to sleep?”
Jungkook tilts his head side-to-side for an unsure answer. “Eh, it’s different now that I’m on Earth. In hell, I’m at full power and never need to sleep, eat. Shit, I don’t even feel pain. My flames act as a sort of protective shield, I never incur injuries.” Jungkook elucidates casually.
“But it seems the rules are different for me on Earth. I get hungry and thirsty. And this,” he gestures towards the small bandage you placed over his cheek wound. “Means I don’t automatically heal, and the exhaustion in my body means I also require sleep.” Jungkook simultaneously yawns as he informs you, covering his mouth.
“And your skin..? Is your body entirely human?”
Jungkook cracks a chuckle and his devilish eyes land on you, staring into your soul yet again. He props off his chair without warning and suddenly steps towards you, towering over your smaller frame again. His eyes remain locked with yours as he removes the lapels of his jacket, peeling back the item as he tongues his cheek. The action calls attention towards the sharp edge of his jawline, noticing how attractive it makes his thick neck appear.
Fuck, if only you could mark a neck that pretty.
The sound of his sudden snort reels you back into reality, watching him strip his jacket off.
“Jungkook-” You panic to cover him, but he continues, tossing the jacket onto the couch behind you as he then employs his fingers towards his nearly sheer, black-patterened dress shirt. You grow nervous as you watch him dislodge each button, wanting to avert your eyes and do so, but something about him beckons your sight back. Eventually he casts his shirt open, and your eyes nearly fall out of your sockets.
Jungkook is ripped, as in he has the sexiest body you’ve ever witnessed in your entire life. The Statue of David must be jealous, hell, Aphrodite herself would probably choose Jungkook over ugly ol’ Adonis; that is how gorgeous he is.
“Touch me and see for yourself.”
You gulp, wide eyes flashing towards him. “Huh?”
His lips curve into a smug grin, emphasizing his already drop-dead gorgeous face. “If you want to know whether I'm human or not, touch my body.”
You suck in a breath, suddenly his open shirt exposing his sculpted torso is making your brain go haywire. The deep timbre of his voice saying such words already have you in shambles, wondering when he became so goddamn irresistible?
You can see each divot and protrusion of his muscular body, his abs prominent and his chest downright sinful. Though it’s his tiny, almost delicate waist that has you swooning, practically drooling over the hour-glass figure of his stunning, practically ethereal body.
You snap a look at Jungkook, and his eyes await you as he watches with pure mirth. You hmph, acting as though this isn’t a big deal when you step closer and slowly, but surely press your palm to his chest. You lose air the second you feel the rock hard muscle.
Fuck, can I squish my face between his pecs?
You shake your head and hear Jungkook let out the tiniest of laughs, shooting him a grumpy look. You then carefully traverse his skin, being able to feel the beating of his heart, the flesh and blood that make up his body. He feels warm.. almost too warm and it’s as though he’s.. calling you. Your body feels that magnetic pull again, wanting to either devour him whole or litter his body with your sinful kisses.
It rushes through your veins and floods your lungs, filling your bloodstream with this instinct to simply jump him, touch him, bring this ravenous, dark side of you out into the world. Your breathing increases speed; suddenly he’s all you see and you can feel your body needing him just like you need air, like you wouldn’t survive without him until.. you pull yourself out of the trance.
You physically rip your hand away and breathe erratically, as though you weren’t yourself just now. Your perplexed eyes blink multiple times to allow the rush to subside, and swallow harshly as you look away from him.
“What.. what is that?”
“What’s what?”
“That-that thing. That fucking attraction to you or whatever..”
He displays a lop-sided grin on his face as he quirks his brow amusingly, scoffing. “I’m Lucifer, angel. I breed sin wherever I go.”
“What-what do you mean?” You peer at him with annoyance but also.. intrigue? This was oddly interesting to you, never have you felt the effects of something so utterly hypnotizing, attractive, alluring.
Never have you felt your heart hammer and mind race like that.
Jungkook makes it a statement to subtract the space between you two, your bubble invaded by his bare body as he carefully circles a palm around your arm, searing eyes boring into yours. “It means whatever sin you think of; lust, greed, gluttony, envy. They’re all heightened when you’re close to me, and worse if anyone’s lucky enough to touch me.”
Your vision locks with his, finding the explanation to that scalding heat of his body.
He’s goddamn Lucifer.
“But.. I touched you.”
He breathes a laugh through his nose. “And I don’t let just anyone touch me, angel.”
You narrow your eyes at him, tugging your arm out of his hold. “Why do you call me angel?”
Jungkook lightly gestures towards your chest area, and before you can grow offended over his line of thinking, you flicker downwards to find that your pajama t-shirt for tonight has the word ‘angel’ written across it, then adorned with wings and a halo around the text.
You scoff, returning to him. “Really?”
“That, and you seem to radiate the energy of an angel.”
“And how exactly do I seem to do that, demon?”
Jungkook’s fingertips find themselves preoccupied with feeling a piece of your hair, letting himself watch the action with a faint smile. You would smack his hand away, but his softer eyes look towards you, and you swallow nervously when you feel that heated attraction to him once again.
His open shirt is already difficult to ignore, and you can’t seem to want to shove him away.
“Angels are pure, and true. They’re virtuous and serve the good of the universe.” You feel his hot breath tickle your skin as he decreases the gap between you two. His eyes remain locked with yours as he releases your hair. “But one thing to be known about angels,” He leans in closer, and pierces your soul with his searing heat.
“They’re not as innocent as they seem.”
He does it again, peering as if he knows something about you, deliberately searches your eyes as if he can sift through your mind, and you need to simply break away from him. His lips are too close and fuck, do you already find his lips so goddamn kissable. Not to mention this now supernatural pull you have towards him heightening your darkest desires.
“I’m gonna take a shower, busy yourself in the main area.” You mutter almost incoherently.
And all you hear is Jungkook’s muffled laugh as you scurry away.
The sounds of the TV running quirks your brows, ruffling a towel against your damp hair as you enter the living room.
You find the odd sight of Jungkook holding a remote in his hand, lounging on your couch as he watches an episode of Friends. A laugh escapes you, not having ever imagined Lucifer doing something as mundane as watching TV.
His eyes shift towards you at the sound of your chuckle, Jungkook sitting up much straighter.
“Welcome back, human.”
“It’s my house, demon.”
Jungkook kisses his teeth as you approach him, your towel hanging around your shoulders. His eyes remain on your face for a while, though they travel down your body with a little scan. You realize it’s your short-cladded legs he’s observing, then returns his sight to you.
“What are you wearing?”
“Pajamas?” You answer him with a chide.
He purses his lips in this certain manner of understanding, leaning his arm against the back of the couch, legs manspreading almost indefinitely. This is when you earn the opportunity to really view Jungkook’s legs, and fuck, are you goddamn mesmerized. His strong, thick thighs are hugged snuggly by those leather pants, and they do him a damn service by emphasizing their muscular, sexy build. His legs are also long, you notice, perfectly presenting his lap to you and it takes every ounce of your being to not so obviously look at his bulging crotch; naturally bulging crotch may you add.
I swear if he’s packing too, this’ll just be unfair.
Jungkook cracks a scoff all of a sudden and you narrow your vision, scrutinizing him.
“I asked you a question?” He suddenly says.
“Huh?” You blink; he must’ve queried you when you spaced out. “What did you ask?”
“I asked if that’s how humans usually dress for the night.” Jungkook repeats himself.
“Well, yeah. You wanna be comfortable when you’re sleeping, less clothing is usually the answer.” You reply honestly, arms crossed over your chest that adorns no bra. “You’re a guest in my home, and this is how I dress.”
“You consider me a guest?” Jungkook inquires with a slight smile.
“Well, yes. To be fair, I’m the one who brought you to my home, you didn’t infiltrate it or anything.” You offer him a shrug.
You watch Jungkook genuinely grin at that, amused eyes flitting to you. “You’re nice, human.”
“Thanks.” You’re not sure how much a compliment from Lucifer matters, but you take it anyway.
“Oh shit, you don’t have anything to wear tonight, do you?”
Jungkook’s round eyes wander off in thought, and it’s now that you notice his eyes are actually quite.. cute. “I don’t think so. I assume sleeping in an outfit like this wouldn’t be comfortable, as you say.”
“Yeah, just hold on. I’ll come back with something.”
You return to Jungkook with a set of comfortable clothes in hand, presenting them to him. “Here, I think these should fit.”
Jungkook quirks a brow as he peers at the clothes with incredulousness, then you. “You’re going to make me wear that?”
You roll your eyes as you regard the Hello Kitty shirt and grey sweatpants in your hands. “This is my biggest oversized shirt, okay?” You attempt to defend yourself.
Jungkook appears as though his ego is hurt, a baffled hand to his heart. “You expect Lucifer, the king of hell, to wear something like this?”
“It’s either this or no clothes, buddy.” You try to reason with him.
Jungkook smirks then, standing to his feet before you with an amused and suggestive attitude. “I mean, I don’t mind not wearing clothes. But I think the only person that’s gonna have a problem with that is you, angel.”
God, his eyes just scream the fiery pits of hell and mischievous mirth, who fucking knew Lucifer could be so obnoxious? His sense of confidence is suffocating and he seems as egotistical as the high school captain of a football team.
You shove the clothes into his, dare you say, rock hard abs and huff with a scowl. “Just take the fucking clothes and change, demon.”
Jungkook scoffs with barely-there acquiescence, inspecting the clothing items as he picks out the sweatpants. “These sweatpants don’t look like they belong to a woman.”
“They’re not mine.” You absent-mindedly grumble as you make your way towards your kitchen, deciding on tidying up the many plates Jungkook left scoured from his feast.
“Whose are they?”
“Ex’s.” You reply flatly, compiling the plates together and nabbing the utensils he used.
Jungkook nods in understanding, though now seems a bit out of place holding the pants. He reveals what could’ve been... sympathy? Pity? You don’t know.
“Why are they in your apartment?”
“He left them here after I kicked him out.” Jungkook notices the way you seem too casual while washing the plates, querying again.
“Why did you kick him out..?”
You set down the plates harshly in the sink then, producing a loud clattering noise. “Could you just fucking change?”
You didn’t mean to say it so sternly and with a cold-cut tone, but you settle once you see the taken aback expression on Jungkook’s face. You bite your lip as the water runs over your now cold hands, sighing as you return to your dishes. “I’m sorry. Just-get changed, please? That outfit must be bothering you.”
Offering your words a little sweeter this way seems to dissemble the look of surprise on Jungkook, nodding as he visibly zips his mouth shut. Jungkook then begins to unbutton his pants right before you, undoing and just about tugging them down until you rapidly hold up your soapy hands to halt him.
“Wait-wait! Not here!”
“What?”
“Don’t get changed in front of me, change in my room or something!” You attempt to mask your line of sight. No way would you goddam let yourself see whatever beast Lucifer is hiding in his leather pants.
“And why would I need to do that? Haven’t you seen a man naked?”
You roll your eyes at his snarky remark, knowing there’s got to be another smug grin on his rideable face right now. “I have but I haven’t seen you naked. Just change in my room please.”
Jungkook lets out a grievous huff as he fixes his pants back on. “Fine, I’ll be back.”
He snatches up his clothes and finds his way to your bedroom, shutting himself inside after flashing you a purposefully saccharine grin. You exhale once he’s disappeared, now running through the millions of thoughts that plague your mind.
Is this really what your life’s now come to? Housing Lucifer in your home? You do digress on the matter that it’s not his fault. He’s been cast out of hell for a reason he doesn’t know, and it’s not like he was provided an elaborate guide on how to get himself back in either.
You assume it must do with learning a valuable lesson or performing some sort of task, though it’s not like you know what the mighty powers above have in store for an already ethereal being such as Lucifer. You weigh your options here, maybe you can simply let him live here as a roommate until he can find a way back, right?
Considering he has no means of living in the real world; ID, wallet, phone, fuck, even a passport, he won’t be able to get around easily. So for now, you might as well let him slumber with you until he deals with whatever introspective prospect of himself he needs to clean up.
Your bedroom door clicks open as you find Jungkook emerging in your ex’s sweatpants that actually fit him quite well, and a stifled giggle escapes you once regarding him in your blush pink Hello Kitty t-shirt.
“Well, you look just about ready for your hellish throne, don’t you?”
“Fuck you.” He harmlessly exasperates, dragging his feet towards you with slumped shoulders. “You couldn’t have found me a shirt that maybe had anything to do with hell? Like that one sitting on your chair by your desk?”
You scoff, scrunching up your facial features in disbelief. “No way would I give you my Thrasher t-shirt.” You glower. “It’s my favourite t-shirt.”
“And I’m about to become your favourite person soon, hand it over.” Jungkook holds out his palm and requests the shirt with an arrogant curl of his fingers, sending him a deadpan expression and shoving his hand aside.
“Maybe if you help me clean up my apartment and the dishes I’ll consider the offer, demon.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, kissing his teeth yet again. “You made a mess of objects in your apartment by throwing them at me, and now I have to clean them up, human?”
“Who’s the ‘human’ that’s keeping your identity as Lucifer a secret and is letting you live here for free?” Jungkook pulls his lips back guiltily at that, pursing them with an affirmative nod before reluctantly getting on with his task. You quietly huff as you watch him compliantly clean up the mess, glad that he can at least follow instructions.
It boggles you actually. Did you just instruct Lucifer, the obnoxious ruler of the Underworld to do something, and he listened? Do you now have one of the most powerful beings in the universe wrapped around your finger for offering your home? The thought paints a smirk onto your face. You did not begin this Monday at all thinking you’d be in the good graces of the devil himself.
Too preoccupied with your thoughts, suddenly a searing heat beside you startles you. You peer up to find Jungkook slotted right next to you and picking up the dishes you’ve sudded up, silently rinsing them with this pout on his lips that seemed like a natural habit.
Cute.
You quirk an inquisitive brow though, hands having stopped moving. “What are you doing?”
“I’m helping you?” He replies obviously.
You absorb the kind gesture and loosen up a little. “That’s.. kind of you.”
“What? Didn’t think Lucifer could be kind?” He’s teasing you now, his eyebrows jerking in an amusing way that shows you he just loves the game. You roll your eyes, nudging his elbow as you bite back a smile.
“Get to work, demon.”
Jungkook suppresses a grin. He rather contorts his lips in acquiesce as he continues to wash diligently, humming a tune very similar to The Beatles’ “Devil in Her Heart”.
And you quietly chuckle.
“There,” you gesture with an accomplished grin, hands perching onto your hips. You and Jungkook both look on at a makeshift bed you had crafted for him in your room, eyes peering at him for approval.
He observes it with a critical lens, pensive pointer finger and thumb stroking his chin. “Is this meant to be where I sleep?”
“Of course, where else would you sleep?”
Jungkook’s eyes flicker towards your queen-sized bed and very obviously gestures towards it. “Maybe on the entire bed in your room? Did you think I don’t know that humans sleep in beds?”
You exhale with irritation, palm smacking your forehead. “You can’t just sleep in my bed, genius. I barely know you!”
“And what’s so bad about a man and a woman sleeping in the same bed?” Jungkook questions argumentatively.
You send him a glare. “Like I said, I don’t know you and your intentions, and sleeping is when humans are in their most vulnerable state.”
Jungkook contorts his lips with dislike. “I’m not going to unsolicitedly touch you or anything, if that’s your concern. All you are is a measly human to me, I have no attraction to you.” He holds up a hand in protest.
“Excuse me?” You gasp. “Are you saying I’m unattractive?”
“So now you want me to think you're attractive and want to unsolicitedly touch you?”
You halt once you see the flaw in your argument, brewing in resentment as you watch him grin proudly. “That’s what I thought, human.”
“Fine, you know what? Either you sleep on this lovely bed I made for you on the floor, or you sleep on my couch.”
Jungkook sticks his tongue out and blows a wet raspberry, arms folded over his hard chest. “Fuck your couch, it put this damn crook in my neck.”
You clasp your hands together and emphasize the most pathetically sympathetic pout in the universe. “Awh, did little Luci get an ouchy?”
“Are you asking me to burn your couch? Because I’ll do so without hesitation, angel.”
“Ugh!” You suddenly burst out into figurative flames, standing square before Jungkook to address him seriously. “Alright, demon. Since you seem to be the epitome of a picky child, you can sleep in my bed with me.”
Jungkook’s face purposefully lights up like an elated child, gasping comically loudly just to get on your nerves, but you halt him with a finger. “But, we’re putting a barrier of pillows between us.”
Jungkok scoffs with folded arms, hating that the action called attention to his bulky, bulging biceps in a funnily contrasting women’s shirt. “Not like I wanted to cuddle with you and catch your human disease, anyway.”
You exclaim disapprovingly at the way he spits the term, hands perched on your hips with a speedy retort. “Well fuck you and your smoldering heat, demon. When I asked for a new furnace I didn’t mean you.”
Jungkook childishly mocks your expression, rolling his eyes. “Whatever, if you need a furnace then clearly it gets cold at night, and then we’ll see who’s cuddling up to who for heat.”
You watch him practically throw open your covers and shuffle inside, hmphing as you step off in search of your light switch and shut it off. “Whatever.” You weakly grumble back.
You settle into your covers as you harshly shove a bunch of pillows between you and Jungkook, not even daring to spare the infuriating man a look, turning completely away from his figure. You huddle into your side like a fetus once the night really kicks in, cursing your goddamn furnace for supplying such sparse heat while your window leaks chilly air through the old cracks.
You shiver all while Jungkook seems to completely knock out in peace, most likely from his first oh so tiresome day being human. You’re welcomed by his light snoring for hours as you roll your eyes in contempt.
Wanting to pin it on him for so irritatingly interrupting your much-needed sleep, you become annoyed not just with Jungkook’s snoring, but that he was right.
You really wanted to cuddle up to him for some goddamn warmth that night.
You bop around to the Beatles’ 1963 track Jungkook was humming last night, pushing around some strips of bacon in your pan, messy hair tied and in your lounge wear. You’d cracked a few more eggs and cooked more bacon for your annoyingly hellish acquaintance.
The chilly night really didn’t serve you well as you froze in your spot, only shuffling towards Jungkook after peeking at his slobbering, snoring state of sleep. You were thankful he still radiated such an abundant amount of heat, that finding relief in the small waves you could feel even over the pillow barrier wasn’t too difficult.
Your pride kept you from removing even a single cushion.
You produce playful noises from your lips as you busy yourself, setting up some breakfast considering your house does not only have a population of one anymore, but two, and it still continues to shift the axis of your world.
Was last night really your reality? Are you sure that wasn’t just a wild figment of your imagination? It had to be, even if you believe in the supernatural, there was no way such a superior celestial being could so casually be a guest in your home.
You’re reminded of that certain special guest when you suddenly hear a loud thud in your bedroom, concerned eyes perking towards your ajar door.
“Demon?” You call.
You gain no answer, wondering if you truly did just imagine all the events from last night.
“Jungkook-!” Said man tumbles out of your room then, groggy as all hell as he lazily rubs his eyes and appears to you as death himself, though still delectably hot.
Ugh, fuck him.
“Y/N.. shit.” He addresses you, and suddenly the deep, gravelly tone of his morning voice makes your core inadvertently clench. “Y-yes?”
“I crashed into your damn vanity in the bathroom.. why is everything of yours so tiny?” He complains first thing in the morning, now remembering just how frustrating the king of hell really is.
“Maybe you’re just too big, demon.” He grunts his response, stalking over to you as he can’t seem to adjust to the morning light filtering into your apartment.
You watch him approach you, gathering the necessary tableware for a quality morning breakfast. “How’d you sleep, demon?”
Jungkook’s barely-open eyes scrutinize you as he seats himself on a stool by your counter, covering his mouth when he yawns. “Meh. I had this… this thing. I saw these pictures in my head when I was sleeping…”
“A dream?” You assist him as you pour out a glass of milk.
“Yeah, whatever the fuck it’s called. Anyway, I think.. I think I saw something that’ll help me get back to hell.”
That pries your eyes open with intrigue, setting the glass of milk down for him on the counter. “Oh shit, already?”
He nods, and you find it actually quite endearing how much his hair was tousled into this attractive bed-head, eyes puffy, lips pouting. “I saw this club.. I remember seeing it when I used to be in hell.”
“A club?”
“Mm,” he replies with a confirming hum as he reaches for the glass, lightly inspecting the drink as he continues. “It’s this exclusive club only for celestial beings. I heard about it sometimes among my demon subjects, but I was too busy being the mighty king of hell to give a crap.” He haughtily regards himself as he takes a moderate swig of the milk, licking his lips as he nods in approval of the beverage.
“I like this, what is this?”
“Milk,” you elaborate. “What about this club?”
Jungkook takes another lazy sip as his eyes scan over the food you now plate on the counter. “Well, it’s obviously only meant for celestial beings. Demons and angels. I’m thinking if I can find even one of my demons, I could find out where the club is, and then figure out why I was kicked out of hell.”
“Ohh,” you remark with understanding, setting aside the pan and spatula, while nabbing two forks from a drawer. “So you just have to visit this club then, correct?”
“Correct,” Jungkook answers. “There’s just two things.” He begins as he takes the fork you hand him with ease, impressed by his adeptness for such human, mundane things.
He must’ve watched humans for a brain-numbing amount of eons.
“One, this one’s mainly angel territory.”
You raise your brows in question, arms crossed and eagerly interested in the information. “There’s more than one?”
“There are clubs scattered around Earth, it’s to allow celestial beings a place of refuge when they visit here.” Jungkook explains. “I remember seeing an American flag when I landed here, so I’m assuming I’m in America, and the only existing club here is in Chicago.”
“Chicago?!” You exclaim with utter shock. “That’s across the entire country from here!”
“Not the point, human.” He cuts you off with a finger. “Point is, that club will be crawling with angels, and as Lucifer they may not welcome me with open arms.” Jungkooks sets his fork down against your counter with a sigh, almost seeing his mind shift its locks and gears.
“The only way I’ll be able to get in is if..” He pauses, serious eyes locking with yours. “Is if I bring a human with me.”
You blink; rapidly, then slowly, then rapidly again somehow hoping it would change what you just heard. “Come again?”
Jungkook sighs, his facial features already telling you he finds this difficult to discuss. “This club in Chicago is angel-dominant, meaning demons need to bring a human companion in order to get in. Like a truce, a sign we mean no harm.” Jungkook elaborates. “And even as Lucifer, I don’t think my charms and wit alone can get me through considering my less powerful, human form.”
You scoff at him shamelessly tooting his own horn, wondering if he’ll ever tire of it. “Sounds like a real pickle, Luci. Wonder where you’ll find yourself a ‘measly’ human.” You snark with a snort, placing the milk back in your fridge and reaching for your mango juice.
You swivel back around to a Jungkook who doesn’t smirk, nor grin nor tongue his cheek condescendingly, but simply leans his elbows over the counter and pressingly peers at you. As if communicating with his eyes alone…
No, no way. No way in the fiery pits of Jungkook would you goddamn do this.
“Jungkook, don’t you dare..”
“Human.. it’s important.” You scoff through a humourless laugh, setting down your carton of mango juice and gesturing towards yourself in disbelief.
“Me? You want the human to be me?”
“Y/N…” Jungkook quite gently calls your name, a complete contrast to his arrogance and while the sound of your name on his tongue lights something within your chest, you can’t help but snort with utter derision.
“No. I’m not fucking accompanying you all the way to Chicago just for some innocence show-and-tell.” You immediately deny him, contemplating just how crazy this is. How in the world could you just up and leave for some travelling with the devil all the way across the country? You couldn’t even take a goddamn flight considering dear-old Lucifer’s lack of passport ID.
“Y/N.. look. I know it’s not ideal for you, but this is seriously important.” Jungkook emphasizes with a persuasive tone. “I need you…”
Those last three words and the look of pure need in his eyes tug at the strings of your weak heart, groaning in complaint. “Jungkook, you can’t be serious. I-I have a life here! I have friends and a job and not to mention school starts back up for me in a month-”
Jungkook suddenly rises from his seat and paces over to you, grasping a careful hold of your hands and the innate warmth he emits from his skin actually feels.. comforting.
“Y/N, look. I get it. You have a life here on Earth, a place where you belong. But I have a life in hell, a place where I belong. Wouldn’t it be best to just accompany me and get me back to hell so I can get out of your hair?”
“Jungkook…” You counter with an uncooperative tone, eyes communicating sympathy, but you can’t offer him the help he needs. “I can’t.”
“This will benefit both of us, human.” Jungkook convincingly states. “I go back to hell faster, and I leave you alone faster. I know how much you don’t want me here.”
You hesitate, eyesight faltering to your connected hands; his thumbs are actually soothing the back of your hands? When did he start doing that?
“That’s not exactly true…”
“Y/N, just come. I know it’s asking a lot but I really need this.” Jungkook pleads.
“And what will you do for me in return if I come with you?”
“Oh, Y/N, I’ll do anything. The faster I can get back to hell the faster I reclaim my full powers, and I’ll grant you anything you desire. I promise.” You’re uncertain of how strong a promise from the devil could be, deterring you from giving him an answer he wants to hear.
With a sad sigh, you disconnect your hands from Jungkook’s. “I really can’t, Jungkook. It’s non-negotiable…”
You watch as the usually confident, cocky man falls into an expression of glumness, silently retracting his hands. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly as he acquiesces, though seems silently upset. “Okay..”
The gloomy pout to his cute lips does you in. “Look, Jungkook. I’m going out with friends tonight for drinks at this bar. Maybe you can tag along and you can easily find another human? I’m sure any girl would be willing to roadtrip with a super handsome guy like you across the country.” You attempt to present a peace-offering with a joke, hands shoved into your sweater paws as you hug your chest.
“But those humans won’t be like you..” He groans with a huff, eyes evading you.
“And what’s so different about me?”
“You already know I’m Lucifer, that makes things 100x easier for me.” He argues.
“Well, I found out and I ended up accepting you. Who’s to say you won’t find another human like that?” You plead your case, but Jungkook just scoffs in reply.
“Please, do you not remember what happened when you saw that I was Lucifer?” You recall the fiasco of forks, flinging and feathers, sighing once you see his point. “Exactly. Besides, you saw me as Lucifer by accident, I can’t just be revealing my identity to anybody. It’s not allowed.”
“But I know..?” You question genuinely, gesturing towards yourself.
“Like I said, by accident. Though I’m assuming the Council won’t see it that way, and they’ll come for me anyway.” Jungkook more so mutters to himself as he frustratedly tongues his cheek and steps around, brewing with stress.
“The what?” You question.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, as though now registering just how annoyingly human you are. “Think of them as angel police, yeah?”
You mimic his tone purposefully and he impersonates you back, scoffing to end the interaction. “Look, if you already have these angel police people on your ass then what’s the harm in telling another human? They’ll be chasing you anyway.”
Jungkook laughs dryly, looking away from you as he shakes his head. “I can’t just do that, that’s not how it works.”
You sigh, watching the way his jaw flexes because he’s grinding down on his teeth too hard, a clear sign of his anger. You hate that it emphasizes the sharp edge of his jawline, and that it’s actually fucking hot.
He suddenly breaks into the slightest laughter that holds some amusement, wondering what he’s laughing at. Nonetheless, you decide to defuse this situation and try to comfort him. You meant it when you said last night you wanted to be in Lucifer’s good graces, but also remain in them no matter how irritating he is.
You approach him amicably and grasp his bare bicep, brushing his arm in support. “Look, Jungkook. Just come with me tonight and try, okay? Maybe your answer is just an arm’s length away.”
Jungkook’s eyes find yours, and you watch them glimmer with something akin to understanding, surprisingly loosening up at your touch. Though his irises are soon blanketed with his signature mirth as he eyes you, feeling the heat of his body suddenly radiate off him like a heatwave.
“You sure you want me to come tonight, angel? Your friends may think I’m your scorching hot boyfriend.”
You produce an appalling noise of disapproval, removing your hand from him and shaking off his Luciferness. “Fuck you. I’m telling them you’re my roommate and that’s final.”
“And where exactly did you find me as a roommate? On the street?” Jungkook laughs as you shoot him a crabby glare, not missing the way his amused eyes flit over your figure with almost… likeness?
“I’m telling them you’re a co-worker. No way am I saying I just found you on a whim, they’ll think we’re-”
“We’re sleeping together, right?”
You grow aggravated by the sly way he’s folded his arms and does that stupidly attractive thing where he tongues his cheek, fed up with his suggestive fun. You quickly snatch your kitchen towel in your hands and roll it up into a punishing device, rapidly smacking at him.
Jungkook exclaims playfully as he dodges your hit. “Wo-hoah, human. Didn’t I tell you angels are good and pure beings? They don’t hit people.” He laughs as you grunt in frustration and follow his retreating form for another whack, actually landing it against his arm.
“Hey, bad angel!” Jungkook tuts you light-heartedly as he cleverly evades your angry attacks. You hate that even while he’s riling you up, you actually liked the image of his glowing, entertained smile, his cute teeth reminding you of a bunny.
“Says the obnoxious Lucifer!” You holler loudly in complaint, chasing him while your once warm breakfast turns unfavourably cold.
“And this is Jungkook, my co-worker!” You cheer as you present Jungkook to your group of friends, earning wide smiles and gawking eyes from your female friends and equally surprised male friends.
“Hey, everyone.” Jungkook waves with a confident smile, showcasing his adorable teeth for a lovable grin.
Did he seriously have to be cute too?
You snap out of it once you see your friends all greeting him kindly, Jungkook only left to shyly smile and reply shortly to all the inquiries he gains. His lost eyes find yours and he reveals genuine fear in them, silently requesting you to come join him and let up the traffic of questions.
A snort escapes you as you watch on, who knew Lucifer could actually be awkward? You swear he should’ve been a natural with people, though you contend he just doesn’t do well with so many questions at once.
To be fair, he’s never been around other humans before either.
You grant him mercy by sliding in beside him, shooting pleasant grins all around as you answer the dozens of questions your friends ask about your new gorgeous co-worker.
“Doesn’t he just look like one of those men that’ll eat you out until he can’t breathe?”
“Oh for sure, looks like he’d stuff himself full and even when you tell him to breathe he just says no.”
“Hell, he’d be that type that pulls your hips back down over his face when you try to let him breathe.”
“Guys..!” You interject as your friends Madison, Naila and Kiara all giggle together. You’re all huddled together drinking by the bar as your friends become more interested in observing Jungkook in all his dripping sexiness.
And to be honest, you don’t really blame them, he’s wearing that scorching hot leather outfit again.
“Y/N, seriously. How could you not tell us someone that hot worked with you?”
“This has got to be a crime, were you gate-keeping him?” Naila suddenly complains as you quell their grievances.
“Guys, he just.. got transferred to my department recently. He’s new.” You find a quick enough and convincing lie.
“How did you two end up even living together? There had to have been some sort of meet-cute.” The girls all gush together when Kiara asks, all eyes shifting towards you as they excitedly await an answer.
“Well.. we just.. got on the topic of him needing a place and we hung out sometimes. So I offered my place.”
“And?!”
You feel slightly cornered, but confidently answer with another white lie. “And he said okay.”
They all squeal together like teen girls, honestly finding amusement in their reactions. “Ugh, you’re living the dream, Y/N.” Madison suddenly slings an arm around you and tugs you towards her, gesturing towards nothing that indicates her depiction of ‘the dream’. “You’re in a roommate situation with an absolutely scorching hot guy, you’ll totally end up either falling in love or banging him!”
“What?” You squeak as you throw back a shot of tequila Naila handed you. “No way will that happen, he’s obnoxious as hell!”
“Ugh, babes. Even if he’s obnoxious I bet that dick isn’t.” Kiara jokes and the girls all chuckle together, tipping back their shot glasses after filling some back up. You roll your eyes and smack her arm as she exclaims, trying to lighten you up.
“Y/N, c’mon. You deserve to have some fun after that shitty fucking ex of yours. Live a little, ya know? Whether it’s love or dick, they’re both great remedies.”
You scoff as your lips hover over a shot glass, eyes wandering the club as if you're occupied, but really, you know it’s in an effort to look for Jungkook. It’s funny you act like you don’t know where he is, when you know his exact location.
Your eyes flicker across the bar, finding Jungkook having casually slipped into conversation with the boys tonight. He was laughing and happily tipping back shots himself, amused that he at least eased up and found some company with your male friends.
Sights absorbed in suddenly eyeing him, it’s truly difficult to pry your gaze away. No way was this Jungkook’s impact of being Lucifer, you now knew you needed to be very close, or at least touching him in order to feel those effects. So why is it that you still feel this magnetic pull towards him? Can’t help but not only find him incredibly sexy in his usual outfit, but something so mysteriously alluring about him?
Your body wanted him, you knew that much. Anyone with eyes and functioning reproductive organs would know that, but you couldn’t shake off the fact that it wasn’t just your body that wanted him.
He was just so intriguing, and you wanted to know more.
Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes casually shift from your friend Hobi he’s speaking to, and locks with your gaze across the bar. You freeze, eyebrows raising as you hesitate to take your shot, caught in a stare with him you can’t break.
Jungkook stares back, and he stares goddamn good. He tongues his cheek again irritatingly and you try to swallow down the way he makes your core light up. Jungkook then tilts his head a little downwards with a cracked smirk, before he peers up at you again with eyes so devilishly smoldering, you could feel a sweat break out at the nape of your neck.
You gulp as Jungkook then tips his head to the side with a light furrow of his brows, as if questioning you what’s wrong, and you lightly nod to him nothing. He laughs a little, hating that he finds this somehow amusing. You’re in the middle of narrowing your eyes at him until Naila interrupts you, Jungkook cleverly looking away then.
“See, they’re practically eye-fucking already!” You shoot them all an annoyed look as you grunt in complaint.
“Are you sure you guys aren’t together?” Madison inquires. “It seems like he already likes you, babes.”
You click your tongue in disapproval. “He just likes to tease me, guys. Drop it, would you?”
“As long as you land on his face, then everything should be good.” The drunk girls giggle together, and you can’t help but snicker at the joke. You contemplate in your tipsy head there really is something about Jungkook’s smoking hot face that makes it seem so rideable.
“I’ll be back, guys. Stay here.” You instruct the girls as you set your shot glass down. You weave through the throngs of people mingling and dancing in the bar, ignoring your girls’ hollers of encouragement as you bee-line towards Jungkook.
You reach the occupied man and tug lightly at the end of his sleeve for his attention. “Jungkook!” You shout over the blaring speaker the guys are all near.
Jungkook’s vision snaps to you as he simultaneously touches your wrist to acknowledge you. Your skin ignites at a simple touch of his, feeling a rush you’ve never experienced before. You blink it away before lightly tugging him aside, speaking to him.
“What’s up, human!” The booming bass of synth-pop beats abuses your eardrums, requiring both you and Jungkook to yell at each other.
“Why haven’t you talked to anyone yet!”
“Huh!” He hollers in response.
You exclaim in complaint as you lean in a little towards his ear, shouting louder. “I brought you here to talk to someone and bring with you, why haven’t you been talking to anyone yet!”
Jungkook draws back and signals to you he can’t hear, rolling your eyes and curling your palm around his wrist, dragging him through the crowd. You tug him into the secluded restroom area where it’s much quieter, the shut door closing out the music.
“Ah, that’s much better.” Jungkook notes.
“I was asking if you’ve talked to anyone about Chicago yet, Jungkook.” You repeat yourself from earlier, hand still holding onto his wrist. “That’s what I brought you here for, remember?”
“Hey, I’ve been talking to people,” Jungkook defends himself, though his expression falters into one of hesitancy. “Kind of..?”
You glower at him, “Jungkook, what do you mean by ‘kind of’?”
Jungkook sighs, shoulders slumping as he surprisingly doesn’t even make you let go of him. You can feel that rush of his energy coursing through you, but you manage the invasive feeling as you focus on the conversation instead.
“I’ve been trying to get it out of me but.. I just never end up asking.” You exclaim in annoyance as you scold him.
“Jungkook, why not?!”
“Because it’s just weird, okay, Y/N?” Jungkook argues. “I’m meeting these people for the first time, I can’t just fucking ask them to hitchhike with me all the way across the damn country.”
“But it was completely okay to ask me?”
Jungkook kisses his teeth with a roll of his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you you’re different, human?”
“Well, I’m not any different when you always call me a ‘human’ anyway, demon.”
Jungkook becomes fed up with your pestering and scoffs. “Whatever. You’re the only human I can do this in front of and not have someone screaming their head off.” Jungkook emphasizes his point by conjuring up a hot flame from his palm. His suddenly glowing red eyes also appear, shooting you an ‘I-told-you-so’ look of challenge as you glare back at him.
You’re seconds from retorting until you’re suddenly interrupted by the shrieking of a woman. You’re startled as your unsuspecting vision falls to a random stranger who had just ventured out of the bathroom and…
“Fire, fire!”
You and Jungkook both look at the flame in his palm, then towards the woman in fear, finally locking anxious eyes with one another and panicking. Jungkook puts out the fire and you rapidly approach the woman to calm her down, hoping nobody can hear how goddamn loudly she’s screaming.
“Shh, oh my God. It’s okay, it’s a prank. It’s a prank!” You repeatedly yell in order to shut the lady up, but she keeps yelling and trying to make a horrified break for her purse. She scrambles inside and you both watch her fish out a small bottle of something that’s engraved with almost-visible writing.
Holy Water.
“A demon, it’s a demon!” She shrills so goddamn ear-splittingly, you and Jungkook leap into flight mode. He engulfs your arm in his and tugs you towards him urgently.
“Y/N, we have to go!”
You curse repeatedly as Jungkook swings open the doors to the club and you shoot the woman apologizing glances, begging for her to put a damn sock in it. Jungkook takes the lead as he drags you out into the bar. He rapidly pulls you through people and ensures he keeps a tight hold of your arm, tugging you incredibly close to his own body as some sort of shield.
Your friends end up seeing you both fleeing and shooting you looks of either ‘what the fuck’ or ‘get it on!’ as you practically hide your face in embarrassment. You and Jungkook hurtle out into the blissful night as he tugs you both down the way he knows you parked your car. You grunt in raging frustration once you realize that you parked it far with this place being downtown.
“Ugh! You just had to fucking use your powers out in the open!” You complain aloud while you run with Jungkook, not caring now for the few late-night city stragglers hearing you.
“Not my fault you keep nagging me about finding another human!” Jungkook argues as he continues pulling you down the road, the fear of authorities being called by the random woman scaring him. “Do you see now why you’re the only one who can come with me?!”
You whine as you consider he’s correct, there’s no use in him searching for another human for ages when you exist right before his eyes. “Fine, fine! I’ll fucking go with you, asshole! Can we just stop fucking running?!”
You become too tired to keep up with Jungkook, feet aching in your shoes once you realize how fast Jungkook was going, hands dropping to your knees as he releases you.
“You… you run.. fucking fast.” You heave for air as you register the sweat on your forehead, having participated in too much exercise just now.
“I’m a little faster as Lucifer, human.” Jungkook elaborates oh-so-obviously as you wave him off, squawking for air as though you were a fish out of water.
“You okay?” Jungkook asks as he nears your bent over form with a hand, and you swallow harshly as you tell him to give you a minute. You’re focusing on resupplying your lungs oxygen until you suddenly feel arms cupping underneath your body, and are unexpectedly hoisted up in the air.
You squeal as you find Jungkook’s lifted you off the ground bridal-style, freaking out at just how strong he is. “J-Jungkook, put me down! You can’t carry me all the way to the car?!”
Jungkook swiftly ignores you as he begins jogging towards the direction of your car, and quite frankly does so almost too easily. “I’m fast and strong as Lucifer, human. I can handle you.”
Jungkook quells your worries as your round eyes watch him flash a look down at you, and try to stifle the flutter of your heart when he shoots you a show-stopping smile.
It was the day of your trip, and having woken up at the ass crack of dawn to get on the roads early, you and Jungkook currently load your car with your luggage enough for two weeks of travelling. You groan as you rub an exhausted eye, yawning when you feel sleep still beckoning you to your warm bed.
You stand frozen in your spot as you refuse to move the suitcase resting at your feet, rather staring at it with delirium instead.
You feel a sudden nudge to your shoulder, finding Jungkook settling beside you. “Hey, sleepyhead, get moving.” He instructs in rather a light, encouraging tone, finding that very different from his usually pushy tone.
Sight still filled with sleep, your eyes remain locked on Jungkook shooting you one last look before he’s hauling a duffle bag over his shoulder, and carries another heavy suitcase effortlessly, hating that it all made his biceps pop so goddamn sickeningly.
Did Lucifer really have to be ripped?
You roll your eyes at how unfair this is; Jungkook having begged you last week to take him on a small shopping spree so he had enough trendy clothes to wear and didn’t have to keep sporting your Hello Kitty shirt. Not only that, but you had to spend even more bucks purchasing him necessary things to even live in the human world; his own toothbrush, cologne, hell, even boxers were on the list with Jungkook’s shameless ass promising he’ll shower you in gold once he’s ruling hell again.
Jungkook suddenly waves his hand before your eyes, perking up as your eyes shift upwards to accommodate for his height. “Hello, human? I need you with me.”
You blink rapidly. “Yeah, yeah. I’m here.”
“You okay? I know you didn’t sleep well with everything you needed to arrange.” Jungkook’s palm curls around your arm, carefully inspecting your features. “How was your call with work?”
“Not terrible. They were kinda pissed. I was asking for vacation time at the last minute but when I explained it was a family emergency, they weren’t so annoyed about it.” Jungkook approves of that as he rubs your arm supportively.
“I promise we’ll be back in two weeks, and your life will go right back to normal, human.” Jungkook grants you another promise as he sends a small smile, earning a miniscule, tired grin from you.
“Did you get the last of everything from inside my apartment?” You gesture towards your building.
“Yeah, I got everything. Just your suitcase left.” You nod in understanding as you bend down to lug at your suitcase. You struggle as your palms fasten onto the bag but find the weight too much for your flimsy arms. You make a rather resilient effort to tug it towards the trunk of your car with all your might, until Jungkook’s hand suddenly replaces yours on the handle.
His presence casts you aside as he shoots you a tight-lipped smile and lifts your luggage himself, tucking it into your trunk effortlessly and shutting the hood. You stand frozen at the sudden kind gesture, brows furrowed in confusion.
Did he just do something nice for me?
You decide not to snarkily comment on it, instead shutting your mouth and making towards your beat up Prius.
Ironically, AC/DC blasts through your car’s speakers, snickering a little once you consider you genuinely are on the ‘Highway to Hell’.
Your laugh catches Jungkook’s attention, who’s enthusiastically pretending to drum the exact beats of the rock song. With your peripheral, you find Jungkook completely enjoying himself before shooting a look at you, then back out on the road again.
You and Jungkook were about 2 hours into driving now, having decided to blare the music in order to keep each other awake in the early morning.
“You sure you don’t want me to drive, human?” Jungkook asks as he settles in his seat, getting comfy as your hands remain at ten and two.
“Nah, it’s okay. If I don’t drive I’ll fall asleep and I can’t be defenseless around you.”
“You kinda look like you need it, anyway.” You shoot him a glare as you move a hand to smack at his arm, to which Jungkook hisses and tuts.
“Hey, focus on the road, will you?”
You hear him laugh while you roll your eyes, returning your hand to the steering wheel. “Fuck you, do you even know how to drive, demon?”
“Of course I do. It isn’t too difficult.” Jungkook shrugs as though you were both discussing apple-picking.
“And how the hell do you know that?”
Jungkook scoffs a dry laugh, taking a long, deep sigh. “Sweetheart, you have no clue how long I’ve been watching humans.”
He reclines back in his seat as he shuts his eyes, tossing the heels of his shoes over your dashboard until you swat violently at his legs, sneering reprimandingly. “Hello? This is my car? Get your dirty feet off.”
You shove his legs off and Jungkook awakes with a disagreeable scowl. “What the fuck? Can’t a guy goddamn rest?”
“A guy? You’re Lucifer, Jungkook. Not a human, remember?” You purposefully chide with a saccharine tone, and you listen to him scoff.
“Whatever.”
“Awh, he’s becoming more human everyday.”
Jungkook mocks you before you find his arms tightly folding over his chest, huddling against the window as he genuinely attempts to get some shut-eye. You presume he’s not so used to needing sleep.
“Do you even know if this is the right way, Jungkook?” You ask, ensuring with him every now and then if he wasn’t just simply leading you to your demise somewhere. Who knows, maybe the real way for him to get back into hell is by sacrificing a human life through a ritual or something.
You shiver hoping that’s not true at all.
“Yes, I know..” Jungkook grumbles with his closed eyes and an exhausted body, watching him peacefully come to rest.
You decide to not bother him considering he did complete most of the work packing and loading all your luggage for the road trip this morning, needing to have woken up before you for the task. You shoot a glance at his resting state, his lips falling into that pout you’ve now noticed over the week, in fact, is a natural habit of his.
He usually makes it when he falls asleep.
With an acknowledging side-grin, you turn down the volume of the music, and focus on driving again.
“You just had to eat all the Fuzzy Peaches, didn’t you?”
“No I didn’t, there were only three left once I even got the bag, it was you.”
“And you couldn’t spare some for me? I’ve been driving for 4 hours!”
That particularly stupid argument is what led both you and Jungkook to pull into this convenience store along the side of a quite bustling street. Car washes, lauder mats, even a brunch diner were all located in this small plaza ‘Ed’s Convenience’ was also in. Across the street from you was a supermarket, the rest of the area littered with stores whatever odd town in California housed.
Currently, you were waiting for Jungkook to return to you from the convenience store. Despite now knowing him and his tendency to snack a lot, you allowed him to take your card after he promised that you would be given the choice of always deciding where you eat.
You had to seriously discuss with Jungkook that money was going to be your biggest issue on this trip. Considering gas, eating out, staying at hotels, a lot of your own personal finances were going to be depleted just for this 2 week trip. Jungkook yet again, promised indefinitely that once he returned to hell he would be able to conjure up triple what you spent on him, along with a slew of fake-sobs that you reluctantly agreed to in order to shut him up.
You roll your eyes remembering the interaction, having set a strict rule with him that your money will have to be managed and budgeted very well while on this trip. Sometimes you would both have to survive on convenience store food, sometimes it would be best to just camp out in the car together rather than always spending nights at crappy motels.
The sound of gravel crunching catches your attention, soon finding Jungkook appearing before you. He was wearing black ripped jeans, combat boots, black shirt all tied together with his leather jacket, holding a bag of convenience store goodies as he plopped down next to you on the trunk of the car.
He currently munches on some gummy worms as you watch him, finding that he probably appeared the most innocent when he was eating. His eyes go round as though he’s a child eating food for the first time, and he chews in his adorable pout you can’t help but admire, rather ironic for the sinful king of hell.
You never expected to see him in such a domestic, human state.
His eyes flash to you and you wake up from your trance, clearing your throat before flickering back to your laptop screen. “You’re back, demon.”
“Mm,” he hums, reaching into his bag and suddenly presenting you with a bag of Fuzzy Peaches. You raise your eyebrows in surprise as your hand tentatively clasps around it.
“For me?”
“Well, you threw a whole tantrum over em’.”
You immediately move to elbow him but he defend himself, laughing as he presents the bag of candy. You accept the bag with a scoff, disguising the grateful smile and flutter that threatens your heart at the gesture.
“What are you looking at?” He inquires with narrowed eyes to get a better look at the screen.
“Google maps. I know you said the club you need to visit is in Chicago, but do you know the exact location so that it’s easier once we’re in Chicago? I need to know which highways to take.”
Jungkook nibbles on the last of a gummy worm as he pouts his lips in thought, watching the clear blue sky above him. “I told you, we’d have to ask one of my demon subjects in order to find that out.”
You nod in comprehension. “Do you know anyone we could possibly visit for an exact address?”
Jungkook reaches inside his packet for another bite of a gummy worm. “I do. I think most of my subjects would know, though the only one I can recall the exact location of is a demon named Azazel.” He snaps a piece of his gummy worm in half, bringing one of them to his lips for a nibble as he details. “He’s one of the Princes of hell, serves right under me. He likes to hang out at this one place in Nevada I think. He’d definitely know where the celestial club is located.”
You purse your lips as you absorb the information, checking it through with him. “Prince of hell?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook nods. “They’re these 7 princes that are meant to represent the Seven Deadly Sins. They’re a ranking just below me, powerful beings but they’d never dare defy me.” Jungkook proudly remarks, watching the way he straightens up his slouched back and squares his shoulders.
“That’s interesting. Which sin does this Azazel demon represent?”
“Lust. Or, well, vanity.” Jungkook clarifies. “But when I say he’s a super weird one, I mean it. He’s got his own very… unique tastes he thinks very highly of.” Jungkook grimaces as he seems to remember something bone-chilling about the demon. He then laughs, however, finishing off the last of his gummy worms as he regards you beside him, trying not to squirm at how much larger he is than you, or how he even makes damn ripped jeans look scorching hot.
“Take a guess where you think we’ll find someone like him?”
You furrow your brows as you tilt your head in question, Jungkook’s eyes lighting up at the adorable gesture of yours. “Where?”
6 hours later, you stand frozen, mouth agape, legs unmoving. You listlessly stare at a loud, flashy neon-pink sign that depicts the image of an erotically-posed woman wrapped around a pole, along with the name “The Devil Wears Prada” ironically plastered underneath in cursive.
It’s a fucking stripclub.
You peer at Jungkook absolutely bewildered, blinking a few times to compute whether or not he was serious. Jungkook merely stands all too giddy, arms folded over his chest as he flashes you a beaming smile.
He’s having way too much fun with this.
“Jungkook..” You draw out his name with a scolding.
“Oh c’mon, Y/N, it’ll be fun.” He attempts to warm you up to the idea, nudging your elbow too adorably.
You shoot him a dirty look and snatch your arm away from him, exhaling annoyingly. “Did it really have to be a stripclub?”
“Why?” Jungkook queries. “Have you never been to one?”
You freeze, suddenly a lump forming in your throat and trying to swallow it down. You’re not sure how you’re going to tell Jungkook that you actually have without revisiting a long-gone memory from your past. Your eyes evade him completely then, squeezing your folded arms tighter. “I have.”
Jungkook furrows his brows. “Is.. there a problem?”
“No just-get us inside, will you? It’s not exactly warm out here.” You begrudgingly complain as you harshly tug your cardigan around yourself. You hate that the temperature suddenly dropped significantly at night, leaving you freezing in your tank top, jean shorts and a measly wool cardigan.
You internally groan then, not just at the weather but standing in front of this Godforsaken place. The entire idea of a stripclub is off-putting to you, and it’s not like you’ll tell Jungkook exactly why.
You didn’t want to recall the god awful person attached to it.
All of a sudden, you’re enveloped by the warmth of a jacket around your shoulders. You surprisingly snap to your right and find Jungkook adjusting his cozy leather jacket over you, warm from his usual higher temperature. Your lips fall into a quizzical little pout.
“Why’d you...”
“Let’s go inside, we don’t want Azazel leaving, do we?”
You regard Jungkook with round eyes as he simply sends you a smile, halting yourself from swooning over the deadly image. He wraps a warm palm around your wrist and drags you to the entrance of the club, silently following him with the hint of a shy smile.
A long line awaits outside the door, but Jungkook confidently stalks over to the security guard on duty. The man almost protests angrily until Jungkook glowers at him with his crimson eyes, sending the man to instantly shiver with fear. He graciously opens the door for you both without a hitch, even granting you VIP access badges.
Impression is all that colours you as you contemplate Jungkook’s mere unmatched power, knowing damn well you’ll refrain from pissing him off too much, You slip inside the lively club with Jungkook, and unconsciously slide your fingers into his with acutely rising nerves, squeezing slightly.
And surprisingly enough, Jungkook squeezes back.
Your pairs of once peaceful ears are welcomed by the sound of raunchy music blasting over the speakers, scantily-clad women dancing on a neon platform with a shimmering pole, and also decorating the many suit-wearing men in the crowds.
You feel out of place, awkward, only having been in a stripclub once, and it was not your best experience at all. You clasp Jungkook’s hand a little harder this time, even cowering into his much larger form as people pass you by and disregard all means of space.
Jungkook’s eyes sweep over the place with nothing but mischief and mirth, watching his eyes smolder a fiery red with a smug grin.
“Fuck, now this is my place.” This must be exactly where Jungkook thrives; sin litters this place from left to right and you assume it’s channeling his powers of pure evil.
You fear a human possibly sighting his Lucifer eyes though, and quickly prop yourself on your tip-toes. Your hand curls over his shoulder and you speak to him in his ear, Jungkook instinctively bending down. “Jungkook, your eyes.”
“Hm?” His round orbs stare into your soul inquisitively, and you suddenly realize he actually has very big eyes, almost doe-like.
“Your eyes, they’re red. Someone will notice.”
“Oh,” Jungkook blinks a few times and dials down the heat, dispersing the colour. “Better?”
“Better.” You nod. It takes a good second for you to notice how close your faces are to each other, however, and your breath catches in your throat. Jungkook’s lips curve into a little smile when he sees that, becoming too swept up in his ocean and immediately removing yourself from him. Only your hands clutch each other as you avert your sight.
You continue to evade him and Jungkook instead zeroes in on you, scrutinizing your features. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Oh my God, don’t tell me you totally lied about going to a stripclub.” Jungkook drawled. “You’re so innocent.”
Jungkook makes it a statement to ruffle the top of your head, and you quickly smack his hand away as you send him a death glare. “I’m not lying, for your information. I have been to a stripclub, and I’m not that innocent.”
You have no clue the things I’ve thought of.
Jungkook cracks a sexy grin. “Hmm, are you sure about that?” He leans in eye-level with you suddenly, and you lean back in accordance. “I’m sensing something else here.”
“The only thing you should be sensing is Azazel, demon.” You shove him back and Jungkook lets out a hearty laugh, rolling your eyes in response.
“You’re right, I actually can sense him. He should be here.” Jungkook scans the place with his demonic eyes, attempting to discern where exactly Azazel may be.
You’re busy hmphing when you move to cross your arms, and realize that Jungkook, while distracted, is still holding your hand. You peer down at the means of contact, feeling a warm, fuzzy feeling suddenly spreading across your chest. You push it away once Jungkook turns to you, ensuring he doesn't catch you staring at your connected hands.
“I think he may be in one of the VIP rooms, I’m going to check, okay?”
“Wait,” you pull him back, Jungkook all ears for you. “Why are you going alone? I can’t come?”
Jungkook chuckles a little. “Demons usually take up the vip rooms in this club,” Jungkook then suddenly tugs you towards him without warning, and you tumble directly into his chest. You peer up at him in complete surprise, only to find his smile absolutely shit-eating.
“I wouldn’t want an angel like you in a den of sinners.”
Your heart hammers against your ribcage, being this close to him just sets off an insatiable fire inside you that’ll never have an explanation anymore. Maybe it’s Jungkook’s attraction as Lucifer, you’re not sure, but suddenly feeling his chest against yours, mere inches from his lips, his eyes only on you in a room full of exotic, topless dancers, you feel yourself falling into his abyss.
Why can’t I just kiss his cute lips?
A shove to Jungkook’s shoulder by a stranger snaps you out of it, immediately adding space between you two. “G-go find Azazel.” You see Jungkook crack a knowing grin before he holds up his hands in mock surrender.
“Alright, alright.” He vindicates himself, but suddenly winds an arm around your shoulders, his lips brushing your ear. He tugs you close enough to catch a whiff of the coffee you both drank on the way here, trying not to ignite at the feeling of his lips touching your skin.
“Stay here, don’t talk to anyone. Don’t take a drink from a stranger either, only wait for me.” He instructs firmly with a squeeze to your arm, turning to the side to question him why, but Jungkook has already let you go. He disappears into the crowd and booming club then, before you can even breathe.
Damn, he really is fast as Lucifer.
You suddenly become reclusive in the grandiose, erotic club. All you see are boobs and sexy women flaunting their gorgeous bodies, and as much as you find it downright impressive, respecting the hell out of the stunning dancers, a pit settles into your stomach.
Stripclubs just aren’t your thing, they never have been. Especially after what your asshole of an ex did to you in a stripclub before, they unsettle you to the very core. It brews a storm in your heart you can’t remedy nor can ever forget, sighing as you suddenly wish Jungkook didn’t leave you alone.
What the fuck? When did you even need his presence around in the first place?
You shake the jitters out of you. You won’t let some dark part of your past haunt you anymore nor think about the literal devil himself, you’re far beyond that and a healed person.
You sigh as you contemplate what you’re meant to do now, Jungkook’s instructions of staying put and not even touching a drink producing your sheer boredom. You stand with your arms folded and step towards the bar ensuring you weren’t in the way of any dancing women, or didn’t catch the eye of some ogling man waving money.
Blowing a raspberry, you silently bop around to a sultry rock beat as a new stripper presents herself on stage. Your own eyes are glued to her almost instantly, surprised by how gorgeous she is and mentally commending her for her graceful figure and well.. generous assets.
Out of boredom, her show becomes your center of attention until a sudden tap to your shoulder turns you around. You come face-to-face with a very handsome bartender.
“Sorry to interrupt, but this drink’s for you.” He sends you a polite smile.
“Oh, but I didn’t order a drink.”
“I know, I ordered one for you.” You’re internally taken aback by not only the man’s boldness, but his drop-dead gorgeous smile. A grateful grin creeps up onto your lips as you chuckle a little.
“And why did you do that?”
The handsome stranger shrugs. “It looked like you needed one.”
You slowly wet your lips as you try to keep from smiling too wide, encircling the glass. “That’s awfully kind of you.”
“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off. There’s a simple moment where you’re merely looking at your glass, taking it in your hand for a drink until Jungkook’s voice rings clearly in your head.
‘Don’t take a drink from a stranger either.’
You furrow your eyebrows wondering why you exactly couldn’t. You teeter on either defying him or simply choosing to listen, not knowing how severe his order was. You buffer on the drink until the man’s rather hypnotizing voice pulls you out.
“So.. what’s a woman like you doing here all alone?”
You quirk a brow. “And who exactly is a woman like me?”
“Too pretty to be alone.”
You crack a chuckle at that, the charm he’s laying suddenly loosening you up. “That’s a good one.”
“Good enough to know whether you’re alone or not?”
You hesitate on an answer here, not knowing his intentions but giving him an honest answer nonetheless. “No, I’m.. not here alone.”
“Are you here with a boyfriend?”
Your heart stops at that, someone referencing Jungkook of all people as your damn boyfriend feels ridiculous. Even imagining such a thing leaves you sneering, and no the idea does not make your heart swell or your chest flutter. In no corner of the world will you find even a measly speck of you considering Jungkook as your boyfriend, a good idea. He’s only the smoldering hot king of the underworld that seems to actually be nice despite being the master of sin, has these cute doe eyes when he’s confused or these pouty lips whenever he eats.
And he does not have you undeniably attracted to him.
Not at all.
“N-no, not my boyfriend.” You choke on your saliva.
“Ah, so I don’t have to worry about a jealous man or anything.” He smirks all too handsomely.
“And why exactly would a jealous man bother you?”
“Because I’d like to make you mine tonight.”
You feel your heart experience whiplash in your chest as you feel it bloom with fuzziness. Suddenly his smile is show-stopping, the way he leans over the counter emphasizes his muscles and his black button-up hugs his body like a second skin.
“Have a drink and loosen up, gorgeous.” The smoldering bartender tongues his cheek, and suddenly his jawline is looking too good to not kiss up.
With a smirk of your own, you run your tongue inside your cheek as well, a fire lighting inside you. Your fingers curl around your glass of what seems to be a cocktail, suddenly thirsty for a drink. You eye up the handsome stranger as you bring the glass to your lips, tipping your drink over.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice startles you as he suddenly clamps down on your wrist and displaces your drink, spilling some on you. “Didn’t I tell you not to drink anything or talk to anyone?”
His sudden rude tone ticks you off. “Jungkook, it’s just a drink-”
“Hey, man. I was just talking to her.”
Jungkook’s eyes immediately become annoyed regarding the stranger behind the bar, quickly approaching him with a furious look. “I’m not some ‘man’, and I know you aren’t either.”
Jungkook then violently grabs the bartender’s collar and tugs him over the counter harshly, the anger in his eyes absolutely searing. You panic as Jungkook’s harsh actions catch the attention of others nearby, your glass now empty as it spills over.
“Jungkook-!” You try to pull him back, only to be completely surprised with what you see next.
Jungkook’s eyes spark into a demonic fire as he stares into the man’s very soul, and you watch as the bartender’s irises suddenly reveal a deep shade of red himself. You falter back in shock as the man’s features immediately paint over with terror so horrific, he scrambles to be let go of.
“Sir, please-”
“Get the fuck out of my face.”
The once smirky and charming bartender turns into the equivalent of a crybaby, practically tripping over his feet as he runs off to cower away in the employee’s break room. Jungkook without a word snatches up your hand and begins leading you through the club, ignoring the concerned eyes that follow you two. You’re overridden by a million questions as he relentlessly pulls you, not even granting you a moment’s rest.
“Jungkook, Jungkook! What are you-”
“Did I not fucking telling you to stay put and not talk to anybody? Did you think I said that for fun?”
The irritation in his tone makes you feel guilty, and maybe you’re realizing your mistake, but Jungkook didn’t have to be so damn pushy about it.
“I don’t exactly see the problem-”
“That was the problem.” Jungkook suddenly stops you both before a dimly lit corridor as he gestures in the direction of the bar. His breaths are hot and heavy as his eyes cut you cold.
“And what kind of problem was that? He was just a bartender-”
“He was a demon,” Jungkook emphasizes. “This place is crawling with them.”
Something about the anger in Jungkook’s face either makes you feel turned on, want to argue back, or a deadly combination of both,
Why is it so sexy when his jaw clenches like that?
You try to ignore the way your legs suddenly squirm. “So what if he was a demon?”
Jungkook scoffs dryly, wetting his lips as he looks away. “That’s what the demons do here. They reel human women in with their charms, roofie their fucking drinks and get them alone.” He then mutters under his breath, focusing on nothing in particular with sheer indignation. “You have no clue the disgusting things he was thinking.”
You scrunch your face in confusion. “And you do?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes before he simply huffs, “it wasn’t hard to tell. Do you even know what a demon would do to an unsuspecting human like you?”
His evasiveness and avoidance of making eye contact only increases your pissy mood, folding your arms with a pressing question. “And since when did it bother you what happens to me?”
Eyes flashing to you, Jungkook only produces a mean look of hesitation. His jaw clenches as he gnaws at his teeth, lips impatiently pressed together. He then simply takes your hand in his, muttering yet again. “I found Azazel, let’s go.”
And he drags you away as you unwillingly tag along.
You and Jungkook stop before a rather grand-looking door, noticing it’s probably the most expensive and exorbitant among the hallways. The entrance is perched by two guards on both flanks, a stern-looking man and an evil looking woman, both staring you and Jungkook down as though they could see right through you.
Jungkook clears his throat, proudly presenting himself with a look of unbothered confidence. “Good evening, underlings. I need to see Azazel.”
“And who might be asking?” The sultry woman practically slithers out her words.
Jungkook rolls his eyes before he, for the dozenth time, flashes them his scarlet eyes, watching the stoic man raise his brows in surprised acknowledgement, as the woman merely shivers in pleasure. Both their own eyes glow a deep shade of ruby, and you now understand that they’re demons as well.
Did Lucifer have some sort of connection or invisible linkage between all demons? Was there something about his eyes?
“Ah, the king himself is here.” She cheers, clasping her hands together with excitement. Her vision flashes down to Jungkook cradling your hand in his, though, but she doesn’t show any disapproval or bitchiness about it, rather seems intrigued.
She abandons her post and makes towards Jungkook, her red dress accentuating every slim curve of her body. She laughs an almost harmonious giggle as her hands soon land over Jungkook’s chest, biting her bottom lip as she asks in a whisper.
“Is it really you, master?”
Jungkook merely laughs, tilting his head as he condescendingly asks. “Who else would it be?”
Her eyes flicker with fire, fingers slowly feeling over much of Jungkook’s muscly body as he simply allows her to do so. His expression doesn’t really communicate much of anything however, as though he’s bored and simply letting the demon have her fun. Clearly the attraction to Jungkook isn’t just a human thing, he has practically all creatures on their knees for him, and he seems to know it too.
Arrogant prick.
A laugh escapes you suddenly, and the female demon’s attention immediately snaps towards you, eyes narrowed into slits.
“And who might this be?”
“None of your concern.” Jungkook tugs you a little closer to his body, almost shielding you. You can only intently watch, unable to do much of anything. But the female demon boldly ignores Jungkook, too enthralled by you to remain obedient. She approaches your figure with almost a cat-like nature, extremely curious and hyper-aware.
You suspect absolutely nothing, until within the blink of an eye, she suddenly grapples the back of your neck and tugs you flush against her own face. You gasp in immediate fear when her fingernails transform into sharp claws.
“Amara.” Jungkook scolds with a reprimanding tone as he squeezes your hand, but she only continues on, the bridge of her nose skimming the arch of your cheekbone. She actually sniffs you, and her lips curve into a downright demonic smile.
Ironic.
“A human..” She chimes lowly, but is only interrupted by an irritated Jungkook.
“Amara, let her go. She belongs to me.” Jungkook instructs firmly, and your heart does a backflip inside your chest. When did you ever become his?
Even worse, when did you actually like the idea?
“Is that why she’s wearing your clothes, master?” She queries as her sharp hand rests over your shoulder, feeling at Jungkook’s leather jacket on you. “Master never gives his clothes to anyone.”
The fact leaves your eyes widening, looking towards Jungkook who merely sighs. He then holds onto Amara’s shoulder and forces her to face him, seriously peering into her eyes.
“Amara, let her go.” Jungkook’s eyes beam a vibrant red as he authoritatively orders. “I will not ask you again.” Amara immediately lets you go then with thinly-pursed lips, holding her head up high as she returns to her post.
Jungkook wets his lips in frustration before he turns to you and gently gathers your hair in his hands, carefully peeking behind your neck. He lightly whispers in your ear, “did she hurt you?”
Ignoring the goosebumps that arise across your skin, your fingertips canvas over your neck as you feel the slightest sting in a certain area, knowing it must be a scratch. “Not really.”
Jungkook laughs then, and you furrow eyebrows. “Why’d you just laugh?”
“Because the desire to sin really does kick in when you’re near me, huh?” Jungkook’s pointer finger then slides over the exact cut you had, and you instantly let out a hiss. Jungkook knowingly grins. “You just lied to me.”
You roll your eyes, seconds from swatting his hand off you until the sudden scent of coffee on his breath stops your heart. Jungkook casts your hair aside as he gently leans over your shoulder, and invades all your personal space. You’re unsure of what he’s doing until you feel his breath fanning you—he’s blowing on your cut. Surprisingly enough, it’s almost as though Jungkook’s delicate blows cauterize your wound, feeling your pain melt away in an instant.
Sweeping your hand over the nape of your neck, suddenly it’s as though there was never a wound at all. You look at Jungkook with pure wonderment as he simply flashes you that sexy quirk of his brow and an attractive grin. Adjusting his shirt on himself, he then fixes his jacket on you, pulling it tight around your body. He turns back to the demons after finishing his task and grasps your hand yet again “We need to see Azazel, open the doors.”
The stoic man that’s merely stood there the entire time silently clasps onto the handle. He opens the door without a complaint, standing off to the side. Jungkook enthusiastically tugs you along with him as you pass Amara, who only flashes a half-hearted smile your way before you’re greeted by something you never expected.
Rouge curtains, a plethora of intoxicating incense, bright, vivid colours of Moroccan splendour designs attacking your eyes. The entire place is littered with these vibrantly coloured fabrics and charms, gaudy pieces of diversified collectibles and an odd earthy though spicy scent that made you throw up in your mouth. Though what catches you next are the multitude of nearly naked women sensually dancing and sitting around a quite eclectically dressed man, your brain far from boggled.
The man’s too busy making out with a certain woman until Jungkook loudly clears his throat. “Azazel,”
Said man, well, demon suddenly rips his mouth away from the topless woman, wiping some lipstick that smeared onto his skin. His hooded, hazed-over eyes are far more entertained when he regards Jungkook, however, lips curving into a mirthy grin.
“My, my, if it isn’t the king of hell himself.”
Jungkook purses his lips in acknowledgement as Azazel leans over onto his knees, waving off his dancing women. “Nobody told me you’d be visiting little old me.”
“Maybe if you weren’t sucking the life out of female humans, you would know.”
Azazel’s eyes bounce as though he were dealt a hit he actually liked, snickering in his throat. “A little too haughty for someone in your position, don’t you think?”
Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion, and Azazel merely scoffs. “Think the whole of hell doesn’t know what’s going on with you, boss?” He questions rhetorically. Azazel then gets up from his seat, the women around him not even minding as they seem in almost an unbreakable trance.
‘They reel human women in with their charms, roofie their fucking drinks and get them alone.’
Fuck, Jungkook was really telling the truth. Better yet, was he genuinely trying to protect you?
He approaches Jungkook, almost too close for comfort. Jungkook squeezes your hand in response, and you stay right by his side.
“We all know the big man upstairs kicked you out of hell and you’re about as powerless as a mouse in a glue trap, boss.” The demon, you now realize, is almost ironically nothing what you imagined the demon of lust to be like. He seems the epitome of gluttony with his larger belly and older-looking features, honestly disgusted by him. Jungkook almost reads your mind as he makes an expression of distaste too, turning his face away from Azazel’s to actually breathe. He faces him then, eyes powerful and self-assured.
“I’m still the king, and I rank higher than you, Prince of hell.” Jungkook squashes Azazel’s ego. “I’d watch what comes out of your mouth.”
“And I’d do the same if I were you, boss. Right now it’s looking right about rocky for you with your powers gone.” Azazel practically, or well, quite literally spits. “I’m thinking you should choose your words wisely, could probably squash you like a pesky ant on the side of a road, Your Highness.” Something about the superiority complex and condescension of Azazel ticks you off. You turn to Jungkook trying to believe what the demon said isn’t true, but Jungkook’s acquiescing expression clues you in to the fact that that’s not the case.
Maybe he really does have to play nice right now, you didn’t know the breadth of Azazel’s powers compared to a human Lucifer, anyway.
Jungkook sighs as he tongue his cheek. “I just need to ask a question, Azazel.” He then instinctively tugs you further behind his larger frame, but that only draws Azazel attention to you, and suddenly his once normal eyes beam with an intriguing, red hot flame.
“And who might this be?” His creepy voice curls around your spine and makes you shiver, sending him a look of disapproval. His hand comes out to cup your cheek but you immediately smack his hand, leaning away from him.
His eyes glow with anger as he almost lunges towards you, but is stopped by Jungkook’s arm blocking the way. “Behave, Azazel. She’s mine.”
“Ohh,” Azazel calms down with a snarky tone, eyes still scavenging your figure as though you were a meal to consume. “The master’s keeping a toy, I see.”
The context of that leaves a bad taste in your mouth, watching Jungkook’s expression stay predominantly blank. He squares his shoulders when he requests again. “Just answer my question, Azazel.”
The demon hmph’s as he sends you and Jungkook a death glare, returning to his seat. “Sit down.” He practically growls.
Jungkook leads you with him towards the vibrant indigo, velvet couch across from the weird demon. Jungkook plops down on the cushions, and just as you’re about to seat yourself next to him, he immediately tugs you forward with a force you couldn’t deny. You tumble into his lap and your ass settles over his strong, thick thighs. Your arms naturally fall around his neck as his hands delicately hold your waist, panic overflowing you once your core presses into his crotch.
“J-Jungkook, what are you-”
“Shh,” he grits quietly under his teeth. “Just play along.”
You pull a confused face, watching as Azazel becomes busy speaking with one of his scarcely-dressed ladies. “What do you mean? Why do I-”
“Azazel has a thing for human girls,” Jungkook whispers closely in your ear, hands slowly soothing your side that leaves you squirmy. He suddenly dares to nibble on your lobe a little, the touch igniting a lusty flame inside you despite the initial surprise. “Especially girls like you.”
“What-what are you doing?”
“Acting,” he rasps in a whisper, tongue gently licking at your lobe. “Play along.” He repeats pressingly.
“What do you mean…” You attempt to suppress a yelp when Jungkook unexpectedly bites your ear lobe, only fidgeting over him more. “Girls like me?”
You feel Jungkook smirk as he presses a bold kiss behind your ear, a hand of his dropping to your bare thigh. He ever so slightly brushes the tips of his fingers up and down your skin, fuelling every nerve inside your sensitive body.
“Sweet and innocent ones like you.”
His tone is so dark, so deep and low you’re forgetting where you even are. Your grip on his shoulders tightens when Jungkook skims his nose up your pulse point, his heated breath and lips raising goosebumps all over you. You chew on your bottom lip to contain how horny you suddenly feel, as though every cell in your body wanted Jungkook kissing you, on you, inside you. The hunger was insatiable, your legs rubbing together once your panties felt too sticky.
“Since-since when did you care? I thought you hated humans.”
“I said I hated humans, not you.”
“You..” You contain a moan when he grips your bare thigh. “You said you’d never be attracted to a human like me.”
A scoff escapes him as his lips graze your skin, scrunching his shirt in your fist for any semblance of control. It’s hilarious that Jungkook is so transparent about insisting you’re different, but never explains why you are in the first place. His silence now beckons you to question him again, though it comes out more akin to a moan.
“Jungkook...”
Jungkook then finally latches his wet mouth onto your neck, feeling your core gush with an immediate waterfall. He begins ever so slightly mouthing at your skin, laying soft kisses that were almost feather-like, barely there, yet you felt as though you were on fire. You realized he didn’t answer, wanting to query him again but fuck, you’re too goddamn distracted by his plushy lips sinfully kissing your weak spot.
Suppressing a moan, you manage, “why are you doing this.. Jungkook?”
“I need to show him you’re mine..” Jungkook mumbles against your neck as he sucks a soft bruise . “So he won’t take you.”
His words snap you out of your daze, reminded that you and Jungkook are here for a goddamn task. He wasn’t doing this because he actually wanted you, there was an underlying agenda here and you need to stop getting sucked into his tempting ocean.
You gently push him off you and find Jungkook’s amused eyes peering at you, cracking his signature grin. You realize you must appear flushed, the heat of Jungkook’s Lucifer body too searing to handle.
Eyes locked in an untelling gaze, this position with Jungkook feels too unreal. You’re currently perched in his lap as you hold his neck and he hugs your waist, face mere inches from each other, almost kissing but not. You hate how much you suddenly yearn to kiss his lips, wondering if that certain Lucifer attraction is the reason why, or maybe Jungkook’s lips are just so fucking kissable.
Jungkook doesn’t break your eye contact as he juts out his tongue to swipe his bottom lip, flashing his vision down to your petals that hang slightly open. You breathe carefully attempting to not suffocate, Jungkook is seriously, and very undeniably hotter than hell. You can almost taste the coffee on his breath again as he nears you, vision flashing to his lips that suddenly seem so close…
“Cozy, now aren’t we?”
You both snap towards Azazel in unison, clearing your throat as Jungkook plants his feet down and straightens himself.
“What’d you wanna ask, boss? Make it quick.” Azazal tends to one of his topless girls feeling him up, practically cooing at her as he speaks annoyingly. “I’ve got better things to do.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, his hand on your tummy drawing soft circles. You try not to melt.
“I need the location of a club, Azazel.”
The demon laughs across from you both, caressing one of his dancers that flank his left side. “There are many clubs, boss. You gotta be specific.”
“You know which one I’m talking about,” Jungkook scowls, his palm firmly clutching your bare thigh, and you try not to imagine what he’d feel like touching you elsewhere.
What if he touched me down there?
Jungkook suddenly squeezes your thigh and you practically jump, trying to refocus on the conversation. You attempt to not pay attention to the way Jungkook’s practically eye-level with your cleavage. The mere prospect of his sexy face in your boobs leaves your legs rubbing together, nipples shamelessly hardening.
God, why are you so horny?
“Angels Give You Wings, you know the one.” Jungkook affirms, seriously trying to work with the rather disinterested demon.
But once the name’s up in the air, Azazel’s eyes shimmer with mirth as his attention shifts to Jungkook. “The infamous club, you say?” he asks rhetorically. “You should know it’s in Chicago.”
Jungkook sighs. “I know it’s in Chicago, but I need the real address.”
Azazel raises his brows. “And why would you need the real address?”
“It’s not exactly your concern.” Jungkook cuts in all too arrogantly, Azazel narrowing his eyes. He now examines you both, almost scrutinizing the pair of you as he touches one of his strippers.
“You two don’t look very close for a couple.” Azazel observes, flitting over your entangled bodies. You become displaced, looking towards Jungkook for an answer. But you only find him glaring back at Azazel as he cradles you in his arms, practically demon-growling at him.
Azazel hoots as he watches Jungkook’s anger grow. “Wow, would you look at the master being possessive of his toys for once.” He smiles evilly, laying both his arms over the back of the couch with a repulsive look. “If you’re being possessive of her, then you ain’t getting jack shit tonight, boss.”
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jungkok practically spits.
“It means,” Azazel mimics Jungkook’s harsh tone. “If you wanna know the address, you need to let me read her.”
You furrow your brows as Jungkook heavily sighs, bringing a hand to his forehead with distress. Your fingers ask for his attention through rubbing at the nape of his neck, voice quiet.
“Jungkook, what does he mean?”
“Oh!” Azazel cheers all of a sudden. “She calls you by your real name, master? That’s wonderful!” He claps like a happy seal, now understanding what Jungkook meant by Azazel being quite the... odd type.
Jungkook lifts his head to look at you then, eyes revealing something akin to.. Fear? Stress? You couldn’t place it accurately. “I won’t let him have you, angel.”
You’re sure Jungkook is probably only saying this to act like you’re together, hell, even his hands slowly but soothingly caressing your waist and thigh have all probably got to do with this ruse. But something about the reveal of emotion in his eyes maybe indicated he could be speaking the truth.
Or at least, you’d like to believe so.
“Hand the girl over, boss.”
Something ticks inside Jungkook as he flashes his eyes a searing red, and practically sneers at Azazel. “You’re not touching her.”
Azazel’s amused expression only thrives off Jungkook's anger. “Well then, you won’t be getting your address, then.”
Jungkook huffs with a dry scoff. “I’m not offering her to you anyway.” He then pats your thigh to move off him. You climb off Jungkook’s lap as he stands on his feet with you, avoiding your eyes as you wonder why he won’t just give you up. He intertwined his hand with yours in mere milliseconds as he sends Azazel a death glare. “We’re leaving, angel.”
“You’re funny, boss. How do you expect to get your address?”
Azazel’s condescending tone stops Jungkook, and you need to seriously squeeze Jungkook’s hand tightly in order to prevent him from charging forward. You should’ve known, Lucifer would obviously be irrationally hot-heated. But, also being the representation of Pride among the so-called seven princes of hell, he absolutely hated it when someone knocked him off his high horse.
And that’s all Azazel has been doing.
“I can ask any other demon.” Jungkook grits through his teeth.
Azazel clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Nuh uh. That’s an Angel-dominant club, do you really think some second-rate lackey could get in? It takes someone of my power-ranking or higher to even withstand those damn halo-wearing pricks.”
Jungkook scoffs. “I’m Lucifer, Azazel. I can ask an angel.”
Azazel snickers as though he were told an immature joke. “You really think an angel won't go straight to The Council and rat you out? Don’t think you’d appreciate seeing your estranged brothers in this circumstance, boss.”
You hear a crack in Jungkook’s neck as you watch his jaw flex firmly again, except now, it seems like Jungkook could be breaking his teeth as he bites down hard. His eyes are a seething ruby, wondering what could be causing Jungkook so much heated distress.
Brothers? Did brothers mean.. the rest of the Archangels?
Your hand suddenly feels too hot as Jungkook practically crushes the life out of you. You exclaim in pain, realizing that Jungkook’s utterly losing his cool. You panic, knowing Jungkook is still quite powerful and you did not want to see him angry. He needs to simmer down before all hell actually breaks loose, worriedly approaching him.
You rapidly step in front of him and grips his biceps, attempting to gain his attention.
“Jungkook, hey, Jungkook.” You call him with light shakes, but his breaths only increase in speed. His vision is glowing a vibrant red and you can feel him entering attack mode. You protest for him yet again, to look at you, to calm down, hoping your voice can pull him out but gain no response.
Jungkook is seconds from unleashing his flames, already raising his palm for a ferocious blast until your small hands suddenly engulf his cheeks, forcing him to look at you.
“Jungkook!” You say it so worriedly, so sweetly that something almost automatically switches off inside Jungkook. It’s as though the figurative flames bursting out of him are extinguished, his breath stabilizing as you find his doe eyes staring back at you.
You crack a smile as you watch his features change, becoming the exact Jungkook you met back in your apartment.
“Human..” You’re unsure of why Jungkook’s stuck with the name, but funny enough, it made you laugh a little
“Demon..” You chide him, and he actually cracks a grin too. You wet your lips as you seriously peer into his eyes, speaking kindly. “Jungkook, you should let Azazel read me.”
His eyes flood with something akin to anxiety and he grips your hand against his cheek, shaking his head. “No, it’s not a good idea, angel. He’ll hurt you.”
Your lips pout slightly hearing his concern, again, unsure of whether or not this was all a ruse. You wouldn’t know.
“What will he do?”
“He can read minds when he touches people. Angel, demon, human, it doesn’t matter. But it hurts, especially for humans.” Jungkook warns, eyes communicating the urgency he desires to reach you.
You can see where Jungkook’s coming from, whether it was for the ploy or his own genuine compassion, you wouldn’t want Jungkook to hurt himself just for you, either. But you knew this was important to him, he really needed to unearth that club and figure out his way back to hell.
He needed to go back home.
You’ve already tagged along and come this far, not to mention how many times Jungkook really did show concern for you and helped you out. You should repay that kindness and help him too.
“Jungkook, you really need that location.” You explain softly. “It’s okay, it won’t be for long, right? I can endure it.”
“Human..” You can see the worry in his eyes, feeling your heart melt. He squeezes your hand harder and you try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t even mean any of it, only an act meant for the demon you can tell is staring you both down.
But you’d oddly like to believe it was real.
“He’s going to infiltrate your mind, read your deepest, darkest thoughts, invade your privacy...” He urges you, emphasizing gravely that this is not something to be taken lightly.
“I’ll be okay, demon.”
Jungkook sighs with evident worry. “If you feel uncomfortable for even a second, I’ll kill him.” He proclaims. “You don’t have to go through with this.”
“I’ll be fine, Jungkook. We’re a team now, alright? I got you.”
You’re unsure of what emotion flashes through Jungkook, but you can clearly see his expression soften. He purses his lip, and simply nods as he slowly lets your hand go, but not without leaning in close to your ear. “You need to convince him..” Jungkook advises quietly. “Convince him about us to get the address.”
You nod back in affirmation, detangling your fingers and stepping towards the sleazy demon.
Azazel flashes you a toothy smile you wish you couldn’t see, repulsed as you stand before him. You notice the women flanking him don’t necessarily pay attention to you, and have only been touching and dancing around Azazel the majority of the time. You wonder if they’re under some sort of trance, attributing their behaviour to the drugging methods Jungkook informed you of earlier.
Though you also wouldn’t rule out the doings of Azazel knowing he’s the sin of Lust.
“What do you want?” You question bleakly.
“Your hand, darling.” He slides his tongue over his teeth.
“Do more than just read her, and I’ll torture you in hell for eternity.” Jungkook scolds threateningly, jaw clenched and eyes smoldering.
Azazel merely acknowledges Jungkook as you reach the eclectic demon. With a weirded out expression, you hesitantly present your hand to Azazel, who snatches you up as though he were a starving dog seeing meat for the first time. He immediately shoves the back of your hand against his nostrils, gaining a good, heady whiff of you. You try not to feel a sense of ickiness all over your body, suddenly feeling this certain shock that runs throughout all your veins.
It feels uncomfortable at first, but suddenly transforms into this sharp pain flooding your bloodstream. You exclaim immediately, feeling as though knives were suddenly coursing through your arteries. You falter as the feeling crawls all over your skin, clutching your hand to your chest in a panic.
“Human!” Jungkook worriedly approaches you, but stops once Azazel’s ominous red eyes warn him.
You calm down for Jungkook’s sake, breathing through the aching intrusion. “I’m fine.. I’m fine, Jungkook.”
You remember his words in an instant, enduring the pain as you focus on thinking about Jungkook. He needs to think you’re both together, right? What better way than to conjure up every appealing thought you’ve had of Jungkook?
His lips, his body, his eyes, his rockstar hair, his sexy leather outfit that hugs him just right. His Adam's apple, his thick neck, his alluring voice, the attractive way he tongues his cheek. Not to mention the adorable way his eyes go round or his small, cute lips pucker into a pout.
Your mind naturally drifts towards the thought of all those features, and how they ignite your core anytime you ponder them. His fingers? His tongue? His lips? What could they do in other places? Would he be fast or slow? Would he touch you right? Would he be rough or soft?
You try to imagine how it would feel if he were to touch your pulsing clit, shuddering once you register that masculine roughness he has to them. You bite on your lip, center lighting up with wanton desire once you consider how his tongue would feel, and most of all, you wonder exactly what beast Jungkook hides in his pants. You practically scream all these things at yourself, prominently contemplating your attraction to Jungkook for Azazel.
Though funny enough, you know deep down they were real thoughts you merely suppressed.
Azazel continues to read your mind, your shut eyes too focused on honing in on your likeness for Jungkook until all the pain in your body suddenly stops. You exhale harshly, as though air was sucked out of your lungs once you return to Earth. You recall your place in reality and face Azazel, swallowing.
“Hmm,” Azazel contemplates, suggestive, mirthy eyes gazing up at you. “She really does belong to you, boss.”
You hear Jungkook let out a triumphant scoff, hands on his hips as he quirks a brow.
“You’re all she seems to think about.” Azazel then eyes your figure up and down. “And they mainly seem to be very dirty.”
That fact makes you physically choke, coughing out the spit that caught in your throat. You rip your hand out of Azazel’s hold, recovering from the hiccup.
“T-the address, Azazel.”
Azazel’s annoyed vision flits to the side as he leans back. He rolls his eyes, holding out his pointer and middle finger in the air. He suddenly flicks them to conjure up a piece of paper with a bright spark of flames. Its edges are burnt, though the integrity of the piece still holds up.
You smile victoriously as you reach out for the paper, only for Azazel to suddenly retract it.
“You owe me for this, boss.”
Jungkook laughs dryly, suddenly feeling his presence beside you as he flattens his warm palm against the small of your back. “We’ll see about that in hell—what did you say? Second-rate lackey.”
The term makes Azazel growl as a counter, finally nabbing the paper from him and nuzzling into Jungkook, proudly presenting it before him.
“For you, my liege.” You bow as part of your skit, Jungkook clasping the paper.
“Why thank you, my angel.” Jungkook responds in the same playful tone, bowing as well.
He graciously snatches the paper from you and tucks it inside the pocket of his leather jacket you wear. He pats the pocket condescendingly before entangling his fingers with yours and tugging you flush against his side, saluting Azazel.
“So long, Azazel. Hope you grow the balls one day to fight me in hell.” Jungkook snarks, cocking a proud brow. “We’ll see then who's more powerful. If you’re not too busy getting your balls taken care of here, that is.”
Azazel literally spits at the ground you both walk on, Jungkook immediately clutching you close to him as he merrily laughs at his own remark.
And honestly speaking, as obnoxious as Jungkook can be, you laugh, too.
Hugging the paper with the address to your chest, Jungkook side-hugs you to him as the pair of you walk out together into the main area of the strip club. There’s a new stripper on stage now, and Nelly Furtado’s ‘Maneater’ fills the hooting club as you both make your triumphant exit.
The soft thrum of rock beats keep your eyes open, shifting in and out of sleep as you slump into your passenger seat. Jungkook sits at the wheel now, and despite only claiming he could drive, you admit he’s a pretty decent driver for someone who’s only learned through observation.
You’re yet again falling asleep after the day’s tedious activities, cheek resting in your palm while you huddle into Jungkook’s warm leather jacket. It was oddly very comforting.
“Hey, sleeping beauty.” Jungkook lightly hits your arm and you shoot up, grumbling with sleep-laden eyes.
“What the fuck, Jungkook?”
“Feel lucky I even called you beauty, you don’t look so hot right now.”
You roll your eyes, not caring of your appearance after driving for God knows how long. You still run your fingers through your hair, however. “Fuck you.”
You see in your peripheral Jungkook silently scoffing, chiding you with an expression of mimicry. You narrow your eyes into slits at him, huffing at how easily you both return to normal. You should’ve known whatever concern and care Jungkook was showing you was only for Azazel, there’s no way the daft idiot could even muster a single cell of decency.
Asshole.
Jungkook suddenly toes at your shin, nearly kicking you awake once again. You turn around and face him with sheer annoyance. “Jungkook, what the fuck! Can’t you just fucking drive?!”
“So you have dirty thoughts about me, huh?” Your throat cinches, your brain shuts down and you transform into the epitome of an error 404 not found code. You hold up a finger in protest as you buffer, lips struggling for a sentence.
“I-”
“I didn’t know I was always on your mind, angel.” Jungkook bounces his brows as he peers at you, but it seems like his expression completely depicts the opposite of what he says. He eyes as if he knows the inner workings of your brain, knows exactly what you think, what’s on your mind, and knows they’re not innocent like an angel.
God, he’s so annoying.
“Would you shut up? That was for Azazel. You wouldn’t have your precious address without me anyway, demon.”
Jungkook scoffs, laughing at your rather cute act of denial. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, human.” Jungkook's hand once gripping the steering wheel then suddenly settles over your thigh, not squeezing or touching, but merely resting there as he refrains from doing anything compromising.
His eyes then suddenly flit towards you.
“You seem to be quite the dirty little angel.”
Your cheeks heat up, growing angry because.. fuck, did he actually have to be right? Why did it feel like he could see right through you? Like he could read you as though you were bearing all the pages of your book? You scrutinize him repulsively as you shove his hand off you, shuffling away from him further.
“Whatever. You should be letting me sleep, asshole.” You counter in response. “And watch the fucking road.”
Jungkook stifles a laugh in his throat as he returns his eyes to the road, his hand now resting over the console as he drives with one hand freely. You try not to flit down to his legs manspreading deliciously, or gaze at the veins that sprawl up his arm and his rough hand on the steering wheel. You even ignore the way he tongues his cheek as though he’s too amused.
“Why did you keep calling me that?”
Jungkook flickers towards you. “Huh?”
“With Azazel, you kept calling me angel.” You grumble. “You only use that when you’re being an asshole.”
Jungkook breathes a laugh through his nose, his vision focusing on the road as he handles the steering wheel. He swipes his lips with his tongue as he looks ahead, flexing his jaw.
“I didn’t want him knowing your real name.”
Your brows raise in light surprise, not expecting that concern to come from him even without putting on a show.
“That’s rich coming from you.” You scoff.
Jungkook cracks a smoldering smirk, hating that he was so obnoxiously attractive. “It’s rich that for an angel you have a lot of dirty thoughts.”
You roll your eyes, shutting down the arousal that floods your core as you smack his bicep. Fuck Azazel for saying that aloud, and now fuck Jungkook for snickering about it to himself. You exhale tiredly as you tuck your hand underneath your cheek and force yourself to sleep, completely avoiding him.
So what if you wanted to fucking jump his bones? It’s his fault for being so sexy.
With a knowing smile and quirk of his brow, Jungkook leans over and turns the volume of the music down, continuing your journey under the dark sky with spangled stars.
Jungkook brings in the last of your luggage from the car into your motel room, setting down the heavy bags and suitcases in one-go. He appeared seriously fucking strong doing so, and suddenly the image of him hauling stuff like that was simply too hot to not watch.
His shirt clings to his muscular body as he maneuvers your things around the room, filling up space the way it should. You laid on your tummy simply scrolling through your laptop, meant to be looking up the address of the club you’d received from Azazel.
Instead, you watch Jungkook’s back muscles flex as he zips open his duffle bag, shuffling through his belongings. You genuinely wonder if it’s possible to be attracted to someone’s back. He’s just so incredibly broad and wide, his traps and shoulder blades adding to the breadth of his posterior. He seems strong enough to be able to manhandle you, but kind enough to be gentle about it.
Suddenly you remember what your friends were all whispering about regarding Jungkook; the type of man that would let you do anything to him to gain your own pleasure.
Fuck, would he ever let you ride his back?
Jungkook stifles a laugh in his throat as his eyes shift to you, sexy smile on display with amused eyes. You become aware of your blatant ogling and hide behind the screen of your laptop, clearing your throat.
“What’re you doing over there, angel?”
You heat up once you realize he clearly saw you, though act as though absolutely nothing happened. “Nothing, I’m just researching the address we got.”
You continue clicking through much of Google maps, only to find yourself coming up empty. That was the issue with the address you’d both earned from Azazel, it appeared like a normal address, though it didn’t show up on any maps or across the grand internet.
“Have you found the exact address?”
“Honestly, I’m having some trouble with it.”
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows with a little confused noise, abandoning his things and joining you on the motel bed. He seats himself right next to you, and just as you begin explaining the conundrum, Jungkook leans in close and places a hand over your body. His fingers squish into the sheets next to you as he practically cages you on the bed, feeling a fluttering in your chest at his unusual proximity. The scent of his cologne mixed with the fabric softener he started to like set your nerves ablaze, never having expected Lucifer himself to smell so nice, be so suffocating.
It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating. He’s simply leaning over you to closely peer at the screen, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart race in your chest, feel his presence permeate your back.
“What’s troubling you?”
You struggle with your sentences before you can find feasible words, attempting to not stare at his thick thigh through his ripped jeans right in your face. “I-yeah. Um, did Azazel give us the right address? I can’t seem to find the club.”
Jungkook hums in understanding, cutely pursing his lips. “I see. Let me take a look.”
To your surprise, Jungkook leans down directly over your head to type on your laptop, and you attempt to not squeal at how incredibly proximal he is now. He covers all of your upper body so easily, and you suddenly wonder what it would be like if he were on top of you.
He’d probably completely dominate me.
You hear Jungkook breathe a scoff above you, tentatively peering up to find that in fact, his chin could’ve been resting atop your head. You watch his gorgeous, thick fingers type over your laptop then, searching diligently as you silently grow warmer underneath him.
“Hmm, I see what you mean.” Jungkook chimes as he drifts into thought, also coming up dry. “Azazel shouldn’t have lied to me, the princes of hell are incapable of doing so.”
You tilt your head and peer up at him, chin resting in your hands as you swing your legs back and forth over the mattress. “Why so?”
Jungkook smirks devilishly, eyes flitting down to you. “They know the hell they’re in for if they do.”
You roll your eyes, how typical of Lucifer. Jungkook ticks his head, however, as he thinks, trying to piece together what to do now. He brings his pointer finger and thumb to his chin, contemplating.
“Can I see the paper Azazel gave us?”
You fish it out of Jungkook’s leather jacket that you were in fact still wearing, presenting it to him. You watch Jungkook stare at the paper in his hand, scrutinizing the living hell out of it. You watch the gears in his head shift until finally, Jungkook has an ah-hah moment.
He brings the piece close to his pink lips and gently blows over the paper. You watch in surprise as it smolders in accordance with Jungkook’s breath, suddenly small text emerging in a searing heat underneath the original address.
‘Only those with wings can truly see.’
Jungkook cracks a scoff as he finally understands, laughing to himself. “Azazel, you damn bastard.”
“What does it mean?” You query curiously.
“You can’t see it, but I can.” Jungkook explains. He shows you the paper and runs underneath the first part of the text, indicating it to you. “‘Only those with wings’ means celestial beings like angels and demons, they both have wings. Humans can’t see the address or location unless they’re with a celestial being.”
“Ohh,” you nod your head in acknowledgement. “That makes so much more sense. Google maps just kept showing me this dead-end alleyway.”
Jungkook clicks his tongue as he ruffles your hair. “Should’ve been using that big brain of yours instead of staring at me, angel.”
You scoff underneath him, peering up through narrowed slits. “Shut up, I wasn’t staring at you.”
“You were pretty clearly staring at me, sweetheart. Next time you want a piece of this,” he gestures towards his brawny body. “You can let me know.”
You pretend-vomit as you shove him away from you, Jungkook chuckling as you prop yourself back up. “Get away from me, your egotistical head is too big.”
“Nuh-uh” Jungkook tuts with a finger. “I may be egotistical, but I know what I saw. Just tell me you want me and it’ll solve all your problems, angel.”
“And who said I want you? It’s not like you want me.”
“Did I ever say I didn’t want you?”
Your eyes fall open in surprise, Jungkook merely staring at you with his mirthy eyes. He even dares tilt his head as he intensifies his gaze, growing too flustered to consider what he just said. He’s clearly only playing with you.
“Whatever,” you wave him off. You grab the physical map you’d purchased at a convenience store. “Just fucking circle where we need to go on this.”
You’re presenting a map to Jungkook for actual work, but he then cunningly swipes it from your grasp. “Wait a minute, what map exactly?”
You grievously complain as Jungkook holds the map too high for your height, cursing his long arms and how much larger he is in comparison to you. You practically climb his strong body and lap to retrieve the flimsy thing, only for Jungkook to retract it every time you think you’re close.
“Jungkook!”
“You have to try harder than that, angel.” You breathe out a fed-up chuckle as you reach with all your might, wildly struggling as he simply giggles at your attempts. You finally snatch the map out of his hand and let out a triumphant ‘ah-hah!’
But just as you celebrate, Jungkook unbalances you with his grasp and the weight of his body sends you toppling over, falling back against the bed. Jungkook falters directly over you, his hands either side of your head as you stare up at him in shock.
Your hands are sprawled either side of your head, round eyes regarding him with sheer surprise. You notice the way Jungkook’s knee has settled right between your legs, causing you to fidget. You swallow watching the smirk on his face grow, all too amused by the compromising position.
“Mmm,” Jungkook suddenly hums. “For an ‘innocent’ angel you seem very comfortable as a bottom, huh?”
You suck in an immediate breath, hating how much this position lights your nerves on fire. An arousal shoots through your core as you attempt to appear normal, countering his comment with your own.
“Funny, you don’t seem much like a top.” You were lying straight through your teeth, and you goddamn knew it. But nothing else really mattered as you flit between Jungkook’s lips and his eyes that gleam with mischief, another typical characteristic of Lucifer, you thought.
“Ouu,” Jungkook hisses. “You really are a liar, aren’t you?”
You stare him down in challenge as he slowly leans down towards you, examining your every feature. “Wonder who taught such a pure angel like you to sin so much.” His voice is so condescendingly low, you couldn’t help but squish your thighs together.
“And I wonder who taught such an arrogant asshole like you manners. They seemed to have left out personal space.”
Jungkook hisses yet again, head dipping for a dry laugh before refocusing his almost lust-ridden, fiery eyes back on you. “We need to do something about that attitude. Angels don't talk back.”
“One, I’m a human, not an angel.” You snark wittily. “And two, what exactly will you do about my attitude, King of hell?”
Jungkook wets his lip slowly, taking his time with it. He very obviously flits down over your body before he arrives at your face, lowering himself even more as his fingers slide into yours against the mattress. His proximity shoots waves of arousal through you, your once dry core now fluttering with anticipation.
Goosebumps blossom over your skin as Jungkook comes exactly face to face with you, lips mere inches from yours as your body loses control.
“You have no clue what I’ve got in mind,” he whispers, his deep voice travelling through you and right to your dampening pussy. “But once I’m done with you, you won’t be so pure anymore, angel.”
Your breath hitches as Jungkook maintains his heated closeness, eyes flickering down to your lips as he seems seconds from connecting them, petals brushing yours as you taste his breath… only to finally collect yourself. Registering this as Jungkook’s crazy Lucifer attraction, you quickly shove him off you with a loud huff as you sit up on the sheets, muttering almost incoherently.
“I’m going to take a shower.” You attempt to shake all the dirty thoughts about him out of your system, slipping into your slippers and making towards your luggage.
Jungkook chuckles before tonguing his cheek while you search through your things, his thumb swiping across his bottom lip. He props a leg up on the bed, leaning his elbow over his knee as he regards you.
“We should eat dinner after your shower, human.” He nonchalantly says, as though absolutely nothing happened between you just now. Funny, you should’ve known Jungkook was playing, it’s practically the only trait Lucifer has. “You get to choose, remember.”
“I do. You’ll have to eat whatever I want, though. No complaints.” You gain the courage to look him in the eye, and honestly laugh shyly when you find him very obviously checking you out. Or just looking? You didn’t know, but sitting like that while purposefully peering at you seemed evident enough.
“No complaints here.” He held up his hands in mock surrender, ticking his head towards the shower. “Go, I’ll be here if you need anything.”
You nod in response, and try to divert yourself from considering the fact that you’ll be in a room over from Jungkook, showering and naked.
You wonder what he looks like naked.
Jitters crawl all over your body and you snap yourself out of it, rapidly nabbing your clothes and rushing towards the bathroom without a single thought. You stand in the doorframe and peek back into the room, only to see Jungkook bouncing his brows just to tease you with a little wave, and you roll your eyes as you slam the door shut.
Shutting the shower nozzle close, you let out a sigh as you finish. You wanted to smack your head against the shower wall repeatedly, horrendously until it produced an answer for why in God’s name Jungkook made you feel like this.
Why did you like him on top of you like that? Why were his lips so goddamn tempting? Maybe it really was the Lucifer effect he has on you and practically anyone he comes into contact with, but you groan once you realize this feels stronger.
If it were merely the effect of Jungkook, then you shouldn’t like it so much, should you? It feels as though it isn’t an arbitrary attraction anymore, but rather a voluntary desire that keeps manifesting itself everytime you’re near him. Maybe the effect is just stronger on humans, you didn’t know. But what you did know is that you wanted him, and it did not originate from whatever spell Jungkook always manages to cast upon you.
You smack your forehead as you emerge from the shower, spotting your clothes for tonight’s outing and drying yourself with a towel nearby. You wrap it around your chest as you proceed to apply moisturiser and your usual skin care routine, plugging in a blow dryer for your hair before sorting through your clothes for your undergarments.
Only to realize, they weren’t here.
You immediately gasp as a hand covers your agape mouth. Your dumbass really didn’t think to bring your bra and panties when you were angrily snatching your clothes in front of Jungkook. You feel dread overcome you as you contemplate needing to venture out into the motel room for your clothes, stepping anxiously in your spot as nerves flood your system.
You take a deep breath once you realize that they’re merely your clothes, and whether or not Jungkook lets you live this down, at least you didn’t go completely commando out to dinner with him.
Mustering every speck of courage in the world, you crack the bathroom door open to take a small glimpse, expecting to see Jungkook maybe sprawled on his bed and watching TV, but only finding an empty mattress.
“Jungkook?” You call quietly, hoping for a response. You don’t hear anything though, sparking your light concern. You meander out a little further and call his name again, but gain no answer. You presume he could be out of your room right now, using this as your golden opportunity. You scamper towards your bag with all your delicates in only a measly towel, clutching it loosely from falling out of place as you scrounge through your bag.
You rapidly put together a matching set and instantly zip your bag shut, barging it back into your suitcase. You swivel around to make a risky break for it, only to run smack dab into someone’s rock hard chest. Suppressing the desire to cry, you recognize it anywhere, complaining as you rub your forehead from the contact.
“Ouch.”
“What are you doing?”
Your face heats up, carefully meeting Jungkook’s gaze as you see him fully clothed, while you’re naked and wet underneath a towel. The thought pries your embarrassed eyes away from him, clutching your garments to your chest in order to conceal them, but his sharp eyes can clearly discern what they are.
Damn his Lucifer abilities.
“I-I’m sorry. I just forgot something..” Your eyes flit everywhere but at Jungkook, who stands firmly in place without even the slightest bit of shame, towering over you.
“You could’ve asked me to grab them for you.” Jungkook proclaims, his voice velvet-like and practically serenading you.
“This isn’t something you can exactly grab.” You state. “It’s embarrassing.”
“What’s so embarrassing about you being a woman?” Jungkook suddenly asks, still unable to meet his gaze, and you’re honestly glad Jungkook doesn’t demand it out of you either. His voice seems softer now however, almost understanding you.
“Nothing, but it’s just…” You trail, not feeling exactly uncomfortable about him here, but feeling quite bare and open. All your intimate parts are covered, yes, but the mere idea that only a layer separating him from witnessing what lies underneath leaves you almost mortified. What if you’re not desirable at all to him? What would he think about your stretch marks? Your scars? All the flaws that you adorn?
It leaves you clutching the towel even tighter, the very thought making you swallow a wad down your throat. Jungkook seems to notice your unease, and his expression falls from one of his usual amusement to seriousness.
He very carefully, and hesitantly juts out his hand towards your hair. He considerately watches your reaction as his fingers meet a certain strand dangling in your eyesight, and he gently casts it behind your ear. His fingertips naturally fall to your chin, and you instinctively peer at him as he holds you ever so delicately.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, Y/N. I’m not expecting anything from you.” Jungkook clarifies, his tone uber soft. “Is that what you think of me?”
“No.. I just,” you pause, searching for better wording. “Don’t know what you’ll think of me.”
Jungkook furrows his brows, as though contemplating how that’s even something you could say. He light-heartedly laughs as he looks to the ground, then peers back up at you. His eyes have softened into those round orbs of coffee, noticing that his eyes actually had a tendency to emit this natural glow, almost like a shimmer of stars.
“You really think I’d be the type of guy that judges a woman’s body? Or her bra and panties?”
You suck in a breath listening to his pretty lips say those words, gently nibbling on your lip as your tentative sight meets his.
“If there’s one thing you should know about me, angel.” Jungkook begins, still cradling your chin. “You never have to be ashamed of yourself around me. I’m Lucifer, baby. All your sins, your secrets, your darkest thoughts.. I got you.”
Jungkook steps closer to you, closing the space between your bodies as he releases heat that only warms you up, both inside and on the outside. He then closes the space between you two ever so slowly, lip brushing your ear as he whispers.
“Even the dirty ones.”
His words ignite a lustful fire inside you, wondering a million heart-pumping possibilities with him so close to you, but choosing your gratitude over your horniness. You and Jungkook are merely a team, not a relationship waiting to happen. And so you crack a smile as you find yourself gazing into his eyes, wondering where this was coming from, and contemplating that maybe Jungkook... really isn’t half bad.
That was, until he opened his mouth.
“But if you’re like a furry or something, I’m gonna have to pass.”
You scoff as you propel his chest away from you, shooting a repulsed expression his way. “Let’s just go to dinner, jackass.”
Jungkook laughs as he watches you march away, flickering back to scold him, but only seeing his lips curving into this rather attractive bunny-like smile, wondering why the fuck Lucifer had to be blessed with such cute lips.
And also wondering what it would feel like to kiss them. You didn’t know you’d find out later that night, or that Jungkook is in fact hotter than hell.
➵ summary: kim namjoon—full-time university professor and your secret boyfriend, is a man of rules. pushing his buttons when he’s working is breaking one of them, but you never mind a brush up on your classroom conduct when his punishment is oh so sweet.
➵ pairing: professor!namjoon x teaching assistant!reader
➵ genre: secret/forbidden relationship!au, age gap, smut, pwp
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 4k
➵ warnings: making out, friendly spanking, hard dom!joon, brat/sub!reader, punishment, oral (m. recieving), throat-fucking, deep-throating, gagging, dirty talk, hair-pulling, praising, degradation (use of cockslut), food play, title kink, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap before ya tap pls), discipline/punishment, pussy spanking, begging, creampie <3
↳ part of the @bangtansorciere sip & whip event! using the prompts “why do you have icing on your cock?” + gagging, “merry little brat” + pussy spanking & “stocking stuffer” + creampie
➵ a/n: i’ve been down bad for joon lately and it clearly shows in this 🥴 thank you my lovely ryen @kithtaehyung for beta-ing this and leaving her sweet comments!! feedback is always appreciated <33
“All this grading,” you sigh, scrolling past the multiple pages of someone’s final on Aristotle’s legacy. “And a day before Christmas Eve, too. ”
Namjoon laughs ruefully, flipping through a report. “The faster we get it done, the faster we get to leave, Y/N.”
“Mm,” you hum, toying with your pen in your hand. You can’t help but openly gaze at him from across his desk; he just looks delectable when he wears his sexy glasses, and that one brown turtleneck underneath a tweed blazer. “Get to leave, huh? And what are we doing after that?”
Namjoon cracks a small side-grin to himself, before his dragon eyes focus on another report upon his desk. “We won’t find out if you don’t stop staring at me and get some work done, babe.”
A humourless scoff escapes you and you settle back in your chair, twirling your pen. It was always so agonizing being stuck working late night with Namjoon in an empty lecture hall. So many possibilities at your fingertips, and yet he never entertained a single one.
Perhaps that’s what the most sexy thing about Namjoon was. He was a hard-worker, the kind that buries himself into something and never stops until he’s finished; his work, a book, between your legs.
He was far more than just intelligent, he was brilliant, with a charismatic way with words and poiseing himself. But he never mixed pleasure with his work; he always told you he needed his full reign and undivided attention on you in order to provide you with the utmost pleasure.
He would never let himself get distracted with anything when he’s with you.
“Am I not allowed to stare when my boyfriend looks sexy enough to eat?”
Namjoon puckers his lips together in that one way that accentuates his sharp jawline. He finally peeks up from his work, leaning back in his chair. His eyes appear serious behind his glasses, though they still dance with a dark colour of punishment.
It lights up every nerve inside you.
“You’ve looked sexy ever since the staff holiday party earlier today, but I controlled myself, Y/N.”
“Mmm, maybe you shouldn’t have.” You shrug, finger settling around the plastic spoon lodged in a piece of cake in a bowl on his desk. The party ended not long ago, and you couldn’t refuse taking at least a slice. The other professors and TA’s all fit themselves into cars for a drive home afterwards, celebrating the holidays in their minds or returning home to a loved one. But where would you find your professor? Your loved one?
Behind his desk for work, is what.
Namjoon finally leans over, elbows settling on his desk. His eyes scan you over, every single inch of you. He eyes your lips, your hair, your neck, your cleavage and the curves that your outfit hugs. It’s not your fault it happens to be his favourite one on you; a coral blouse with a black pencil skirt.
“Finish up your grading, babe, or I won’t hesitate to punish you.” He kindly warns, but his threat leaves your brattish tendencies igniting, wetting your lips.
“Or what? You’ll spank me with a textbook?” You spring up from your seat. Namjoon merely laughs at your challenge, raising his brows as though he knows you won’t be easy to take down, and so he saves his breath by returning to work.
You make slow, sultry steps around him behind his desk. The clack of your heels resounds in the empty lecture hall, its lights dimmed low. There’s only real light where you and Namjoon work, and it feels as though it’s only you two in the world.
After careful steps, you settle next to him. Your fingertips lightly land on his bicep, walking them down, down, down his arm until you grasp his hand, and feel his couple veins nice and slow. Namjoon scoffs, and before you can retaliate, he swipes a textbook off his desk and winds it around your figure. He smacks it against your ass, and you gasp scandalously.
“Namjoon!”
“You said it, not me.” He snickers to himself, before setting the textbook back in place and reclaiming his red pen, scribbling over a student’s work. You exhale deeply, watching him in his element. His watch around his wrist glints in the lighting, and his two rings decorating his index and ring finger only reel you in all the more. Such a luxurious, delicious man.
There’s a fair age gap between you and Namjoon; 7 years to be exact, but it only added to the already forbidden aspect of your relationship and created an undertone of thrill. Sure, teaching assistants and professors aren’t supposed to be romantically involved, but how could you follow that pesky rule when Namjon had charmed you since the day you met him, and his lingering looks never went unnoticed by you?
A bottle of Whiskey in, and you found yourself naked in his apartment, getting railed into his mattress. But your affairs didn’t only remain drunken or limited to the condition of sex; Namjoon cared about you, more than any other man ever has, and his intellect made him mature and emotionally sound, available.
More than you could say for any man your age.
His company’s been more than amazing, it’s been wonderful. And you simply could never get enough of him, certain you wouldn’t spend a single day in your life not drooling over the quick-witted, clever man.
You round his chair, hands landing atop his thick, muscular shoulders, and you feel the tension stiffening them. “You know what you need, Professor?” Your voice sweetens with that slow, seductive tone, and Namjoon lightly hums to himself as he stops grading.
Your fingers begin massaging his hard muscles, and your coloured lips brush against his ear. “I think you need a break, Sir.”
Namjoon exhales a groan from the back of his throat, gently leaning back into your hand. They work his tired, bulky muscles, and you attempt to not climb this instant. He indulges in your touch, his legs spreading apart wider as his pen falters from his grasp, shutting his eyes. His position beckons you like a Siren’s call, so with promiscuous steps and a light sway to your hips, you toss a leg over his lap, situating yourself over him.
Namjoon opens his eyes to you seated upon him as a queen to her throne, and he smirks with a condescending head tilt. “Now what are you doing there, Ms. Y/L/N?”
“I told you,” you shrug, painted nails gliding over his expansive chest. “You need a break, Professor Kim.”
Your tempting tone causes Namjoon to raise his brows, and you lean in to press your lips against his. You gently moan at the feeling of his thick, plump lips, and Namjoon smiles into the kiss before his hands settle around your hips, gripping you tight.
Yours slide up into his hair and leisurely tug, swiping your tongue against his lower lip, and to your surprise, he opens up. Your tongue dives into his mouth, but Namjoon challenges you, slithering his own into yours first and he groans once he achieves a taste of you.
Pulling away for air, Namjoon takes it as his opportunity to remove his glasses and set them down on his desk. He weaves his fingers through your hair and connects his lips with yours again, a little harsher, a little more rough, and your pussy can’t help but spark between your legs already.
The kiss is messy, sloppy, but it only lights you up tenfold once you start grinding over Namjoon’s lap, craving the feeling of his cock. You laugh into the kiss once you feel hints of his hardness. “Mmm, I thought a certain someone wanted to complete his marking?”
“A certain someone didn’t listen to me.” You hiss, a hand of yours falling to his turtleneck and tugging at the fabric.
“We’re in a public place, Professor.” You whisper against his lips, but Namjoon startles you when his hands cup your ass for a harsh smack.
“And that’s exactly the type of shit you like, isn’t it?” Namjoon rasps in a dangerously low tone, and you know you’re in for a ride once he drops his professionalism and bares his fangs. “Get on your knees.” He grits.
You giggle before leaning for a kiss, deciding on playing a game. “You want me on my knees, Professor? For what exactly?”
Namjoon’s quick fingers tug at the buttons of your blouse, lips granting you his softness until he murmurs. “For your punishment, baby.”
You ignite with arousal all over, pussy leaking essence in your underwear as you melt to the friction against Namjoon’s crotch. You can feel his erection prodding you, and your hand instantly darts down to begin caressing and teasing him, tangling your tongue with his.
“You’re so tense, Professor. I wonder why.” You play innocent, voice saccharine sweet as you cup him through his slacks, and Namjoon groans against your lips. He musters enough patience, until his dragon eyes glow a domineering colour, and his authoritative voice follows.
“On your knees. Now.” He commands, and you breathe a hum before pressing a sultry kiss to the side of his mouth, and crawl down onto the ground. Your knees fix against the light carpeting and your hands glide over his crotch, Namjoon eagerly watching. You bite your lip as you work through his button and zipper, eyes and mouth hungry.
You manage to dig inside, Namjoon helping down his bottoms until his dick springs free, salivating at just the very prospect of him inside your mouth. He’s beautifully leaking pre-cum and his tip is thick enough to burrow itself into your cervix, shaft long with veins running across the delicious skin. You can’t help but marvel as always, ready to shove him inside your throat.
“You’re always so gorgeous from this angle, baby.” Namjoon praises, a hand of his cradling your cheek as he caresses you. You smile fondly, eyes docile. Just when he fixates on your face, your tongue pokes out to slowly drag it through Namjoon’s leaking slit. He shudders, and it swells your pride to unimaginable levels.
“Looks like this punishment is gonna affect you more than me, Professor.” You coo, wrapping your lips around his tip and suckling him like a popisicle. Namjoon scoffs harmlessly at your wit, shooting a look down at your pretty mouth full of his cock.
“I ought to teach you about classroom conduct, Ms. Y/L/N.” His deep voice is like music to your ears, even moaning with him in your mouth. “The first rule is to listen to me, and you know that.”
You shove him a little further into your mouth, and swivel around your tongue before popping off, tone the epitome of brattish. “But why would I listen to you when the consequences are so fun?”
Namjoon laughs dryly, his eyes darkening with the hunger of a beast. “If you like consequences so much, then it’s my job to discipline you, cockslut.”
You nearly shiver when he spits the words at you, and nothing deliciously burns you from the inside out more. You hum with satisfaction. “Mmm, I mean, I am a slut for your cock.” You confirm, peering up at him through your eyelashes.
“You just love when I put you in your place, don’t you?” Namjoon quips.
You bat your eyelashes. “Of course, Professor Kim.” Your smile’s the epitome of angelic, but your mouth isn’t. Your tongue meets the base of Namjoon’s shaft and licks a long, slow stripe up the center, meeting his tip to smother your tongue against his slit again. Namjoon keens, groaning in pleasure.
“Fuck, Y/N…”
You moan with him inside, granting him the pleasure of your mouth as you inch down on his girty, thick cock. You suck him for all but a few seconds before popping off, and Namjoon weaves a hand through your hair, tugging. “Stop fucking teasing, Y/N.”
“But teasing is so fun,” you pout. “Especially when we get creative.” You spring up higher on your knees to look over his desk, an idea crafted in your head. You spot your plastic bowl with a slice of cake, and you grin mischievously before grabbing it. Namjoon cocks a brow at you.
“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?” His cock stands wet, tall and proud as you spoon at some of the icing. You plaster on the same innocent, angelic pout, tonguing at your cheek.
“Earning my marks for creativity.” You quip guileless, and suddenly paint the tip of his cock with vanilla icing, Namjoon groans in surprise, shaky and breathy.
“Y/N, shit. You fucking brat-”
“Ah, Professor Kim, why do you have icing on your cock?” You dramatize with a hand to your mouth, spoon and bowl in your grasp. “I ought to lick it off you, don’t I?”
Namjoon laughs, a sweet sound at first, until his expression entirely changes, and you know you just committed your biggest mistake. With an evil smirk, his entire hand grabs your face and pulls you close against his own, his grip squishing your cheeks together.
“You’re going to put that cake down and deep-throat me until you cry, understand?” He commands, and his deep, husky voice alone talks you into submission, docile eyes going round.
“Either you nod your head yes, or you tell me with your words.” He squishes your cheeks harder, gritting. “Choose.”
“Y-yes, Namjoon.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “That’s not what you’re meant to call me, Ms. Y/L/N.”
“Yes, Doctor.” You gulp, your cunt is lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yes, Dr. Kim.”
He hums with satisfaction. “Mmm, good girl.”
You place the cake in its bowl against Namjoon’s desk, and send him a look with your innocent eyes again, nearing his tip. He watches you in awe, in complete fascination as you maintain his look, and finally reunite with his tip.
You lick the icing off him slowly, calculatively, worshipping him and his beautiful tip for all its worth. Namjoon throws his head back with a groan, and you catch the Godly sight of the column of his throat bobbing.
“Fuckkk, that’s it.” He tells you, and it emboldens you. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, you gently pump him as your lips descend over him, moaning once his pre-cum hits your taste buds. Another breathy groan from him drives you to shove him in more, pushing his length into your mouth until he nudges the confines of your throat, sputtering immediately.
You fight back the urge to gag, tears collecting in your eyes as Namjoon keeps his cock buried in your mouth. You watch him above you, and meet his wild eyes that peer down at you with a mix of hunger and adoration, his hand caressing your cheek.
“Fuck, the prettiest cockslut in the world.” He praises, biting his own lip. “You looked so sexy at today’s party, all I could think about was you on your knees.” Namjoon admits with a husky, raspy tone, and the more he weakens, the more it pushes you to new heights.
You draw him out of your mouth, ensuring you drag your tongue underneath his shaft, before plunging him back in, and this time swallowing around his tip lodged down your throat. Namjoon lets out a broken moan, and he can’t be patient anymore.
His hand in your hair grips you hard, and he begins guiding you over his thick cock. He crafts a slow, gentle pace at first, letting you hollow out your cheeks as you suck him, extra attention towards his tip. Your head falls into a bobbing motion, lewd, sloppy noises escaping your mouth.
Namjoon relaxes in his chair as he spreads his legs wider, relishing in your mouth. “Fuck me, baby. Oh shit.” He curses. “Fucking love your mouth.”
He usually never curses this much, but perhaps you really riled him up today, and the recent work at the end of the semester has him shouldering more stress than he usually does.
His groans resound in the lecture hall, and it only makes your panties dampen all the more. Namjoon sees your legs squirming and his irises spark with carnality, pupils dilated. “Do you like this, baby? Do you like when you’re my cockslut and I use your mouth?”
You nod obediently, and Namjoon exhales deeply with pleasure. That’s when he begins pushing your head down over his cock, following his guidance and bobbing all over his delectable length. You tighten your cheeks and adjust to the way he occasionally fucks the back of your throat, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill.
Your legs become more restless, nipples hardening against your bra as your hands grip onto Namjoon’s thick thighs, slacking your jaw and working yourself over him with sucks, licks and swallows. Once your little fingers dig into Namjoon’s huge, meaty thighs, he keeps your head in place and plunges himself so deep inside, you gag immediately all over him.
This time tears do spill, and you sniffle as you manage the intrusion to the back of your throat. Namjoon lets out such a guttural sound, you moan with him inside you. Namjoon peers down at your crying eyes and mouth stuffed full of his cock, groaning.
“Look at me, Y/N.” He orders, and you flash your vision upwards, Namjoon cracking a smug grin. “You can’t talk back to me with your mouth full of cock now, can you?”
You shake your head with a whimper, and Namjoon groans once he feels himself move inside your fleshy, warm mouth. It overrides his system, becomes so consuming he begins fucking your mouth at his own speed. He drives his dick deep into your throat and you gag once again, tears incessantly falling from your eyes as you swallow all that you can, only driving Namjoon more insane.
He propels into your mouth from his seat, simultaneously bobbing your head over his leaking length and you taste his pre-cum spilling out, focusing on breathing through your nose. He fucks your throat, slamming into you so hard your eyes are tearful, your jaw aching and your throat destroyed to the point in which you’re a drooling, submissive mess.
Once he fucks up into your mouth so deep that you nearly cough, you dig your nails into his thighs so harshly that Namjoon pulls out of your mouth.
Blinking rapidly, more tears spill from you as you cough, trying to regain oxygen. You hold a hand to your throat trying to replenish it, regaining your grip on reality. Before you can even look up at Namjoon, you’re suddenly attacked by his soft lips, tenderly kissing you.
Surprised, you feel his hands wrap around your ribcage and he hoists you up onto his desk, standing in front of you. You relish in his mouth as your hands fall back against his desk, feeling at papers and textbooks but you could care less about. Namjoon separates your legs and tugs you flush against his crotch, wrapping your legs around his torso.
You feel his hard, wet cock press against the inside of your thigh, and you moan into his mouth. Pulling away, you find his eyes. “Namjoon…”
He only smirks, shoving your skirt up and off your ass until your panty-clad core is bare to him, completely soaked. He proudly jerks his brows at the sight, and just as you move to speak, he lands a harsh smack against your pussy.
“Ow! Namjoon!” You complain. But he does it again, your pussy fitting into his huge hand like a glove. You moan as it causes more essence to gush out of you, so painfully turned on, your clit was begging for any friction, for something.
“Joon!”
“Part two of my punishment, you merry little brat.” And he spanks your sensitive pussy again, moaning louder against him as your breaths become laboured.
“This is the season of fucking giving! You know- ow!” You’re interrupted by another hit, mewling as every contact to your swollen clit only makes it throb harder. Namjoon finally casts your panties aside and looks at the sticky mess between your legs, slick riddling your puffy folds.
“Fuck me, look at your wet little pussy, baby.” He rasps, enjoying the sight of you pulsing and quavering, whimpering for something more.
“Namjoon, please. Please touch me.” You plead, chest heaving as you breathe harshly. Your center is burning so brightly it hurts, like you want to snake a hand down there and provide yourself relief but, deny yourself the urge once Namjoon lands another hard slap against your exposed pussy.
This time you whimper so loudly you bury your face against Namjoon’s blazer, body completely buzzing.
“Professor…” You rasp. “I can’t… fuck.”
“What do you need, baby?” Namjoon coos, letting his fingers slowly rub your soaking wet folds, purposefully avoiding your clit.
“Please… please fuck me, Namjoon. I can’t do this.”
Namjoon smirks against your hair and gently pulls you back, dipping down to kiss you passionately, tongue licking into your mouth. He smiles into your kiss, tone low and seductive. “All you had to do was ask like a good girl, babe.” He hums.
Namjoon makes quick work of your skirt and panties and tugs them off, your bare ass settling over his desk. Your hands clutch onto the nape of his neck as Namjoon lines his cock up with your dripping wet pussy, dipping down to meet your lips for a kiss.
He pushes into you so slowly, so painstakingly steady that you can feel every inch, every groove, every vein of his cock slide against your walls. You shudder out a moan, and Namjoon lets out a string of curses.
“Fucking hell, I should let you distract me… more often… shit.” Namjoon plunges himself further, a hand firm on your hip until he’s burrowed completely inside. You both groan out together, as though you’d been starving all day and this was your Christmas dinner.
“Fuck, oh shit.” You sigh, and Namjoon is also breathing hard.
“Goddammit, how are you this tight after the amount of times I fuck you?” Namjoon asks, relishing in your warm, wet walls pulsing around him.
“Maybe you should be fucking me more often, Professor.”
Namjoon lands a spank to your ass, and you gasp with delight. “What did I say about what you call me during sex?”
“Doctor…” You correct yourself, cooing at him as your arms wind around his neck. “Dr. Kim, please fuck me.”
“That’s more like it.” Namjoon sends you a smug grin as he pulls out of your gushing, spasming sex, before shoving himself back in, causing your entire body to shake. You both groan as though it’s a shot of ecstasy, and Namjoon pulls out once again before thrusting back in, driving himself so deep his tip nudges your cervix.
You throw your head back as Namjoon picks up a pace so enthralling, you simply lean back and let him fuck you. He holds your legs open and wide as he slams his cock into your pathetic pussy, taking him like a champ as you moan and mewl in pleasure.
He unwraps your legs from around his torso and hooks the back of your shins onto his forearms, spreading you for his pleasure as he watches your pussy take his thick cock inside. Skin starts slapping against skin and it only makes you and Namjoon crazier, scratching your nails against his desk so hard you’re crying out.
“Fuck, Namjoon, fuck! Harder!”
“Yeah? You want it harder? Swear I’ll fuck that attitude out of you, you brat.” The edge to Namjoon’s voice only slickens up your pussy more, your clit throbbing with every second it goes untouched. You’re whimpering and whining, pleading for him to touch you, and Namjoon wastes no time.
He splays his pretty fingers over your abdomen as his thumbs dips down to begin circling your clit, and your entire body loses strength. You melt, you writhe and you whine so badly Namjoon only fucks you harder, shoves himself so deep inside you your head is spinning.
“Namjoon, fuck, I’m getting there. Oh fuck!” You gasp, watching his cock pummel you as your body bounces over his desk. Him fucking you with his clothes still on only makes you groan louder, holding onto the desk for dear life, trying to survive the onslaught of his thumb fondling your shiny pearl.
“Shit, I’m close too, baby, ah!” Namjoon fucks you faster, his strokes losing precision as he nears his high. Your orgasm’s building the faster he circles your clit. The combination of his hard fucks and thick cock shoving into your spasming walls, your clit bathing in the pleasure of his thumb causes your mind to unravel, lose yourself.
“Where do you want it, baby? I’m gonna cum any second, oh fuck.” Namjoon warns you, working his hips into yours powerfully as you resurface enough for an answer.
“It’s the holidays, baby, the season of giving.” You breathe through high-pitched moans, biting your lip so hard you were nearly drawing blood. “Give it to me, Doctor, inside me-shit!”
And with one hard thrust where you squeeze the life out of Namjoon’s cock, he spills his hot cum inside you. You groan at the feeling of fullness while Namjoon keeps working your clit, flicking and fondling and rubbing you so hard you finally erupt with a tantalizing orgasm.
You moan so loud Namjoon has to clamp his hand over your mouth, hushing you as he breathes harshly. “You can’t… be that loud… babe.” Sweat beads his forehead as his cock softens inside you, your pussy throbbing incessantly. “Someone’s gonna catch us.”
You send him a fucked out smile once he removes his hand, both of you bathing in post-orgasm glory. “Well, at least… you gave me… a stocking stuffer for Christmas.” You peek down at your battered, cum-ridden pussy and Namjoon laughs, sweaty forehead falling against your own.
“I can give you so much more than that for Christmas, Y/N.” He breathes, and you take your chance to make some mischief.
“Hmm, does that mean you’ll be seeing me for Christmas?” You bounce your brows, but anticipate his answer to be a kind rejection, just as it usually is when he’s swamped with work. You’ve never spent a Christmas with him, and expect the same this year.
But Namjoon holds your gaze with this certain shimmer in his eyes, and a beautiful, dimply smile growing onto his lips. Your eyes widen in shock.
“Namjoon… you don’t mean…”
“Spend Christmas with me, Y/N.” Namjoon asks softly. “I’d love nothing more.”
And with a grin brighter than a star, eyes vibrant like Christmas lights; you happily clasp your hands together before throwing your arms around his neck, squealing. “Oh my God, Namjoon, yes. Yes, yes, yes!”
➵ summary : kim taehyung’s life as a painter was the definition of monochromatic. many revered his talents with the likes of a prodigy, even possessing the midas touch. however, taehyung sadly despised anything he ever painted. that was, until, he earned the opportunity to meet you. with a connection too magnetic to deny, not only do you become the most beautiful work of art taehyung has ever painted, but also join him in the steamy art of touch and romance.
➵ pairing : royal painter!taehyung x princess!reader
➵ genre : royalty!au, period piece, s2l, forbidden romance, sinful smut (porn but with plot), baby angst, fluff, two-shot
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 24k
➵ warnings : swearing, sexual tension, MULTIPLE smut scenes, like absolute porn, taehyung is a sexy, irresistible fucker, but sweet too, slight dom/kinky!tae, big dick!tae, virgin!reader, heavy making out, pussy fondling, f. masturbation, dirty talk, nipple/breast play, biting, marking, teasing, overstimulation, cum worship play (he loves cum), thigh-riding, bondage, gagging, orgasm control/denial, edging, crying, begging, praising, oral (f. and m. receiving), passionate pussy-eating, fingering, hair-pulling, hand jobbing, spitting, like loads of saliva play? if that’s a thing? (painter tae’s nasty), throat-fucking, swallowing, spanking, size kink
➵ a/n : this is my reupload after the fic has been split into a two-shot! there’s a new scene added in at the end as well, i hope it delivers well hehe 😌 massive thank you to my lovely @amourtae and my wonderful bee @inkedtae for beta-ing this concoction of pure sin!! as always, feedback means the world to me <3
↳ in submission for the september games:
❂ “Fall for Romance”
⁂ hosted by: professor dia @yoonia through @bangtansorciere
Taehyung brushes small strokes of these wondrous, vibrant colours across his canvas in hopes of creating a masterpiece of the royal king and queen seated before him.
But, Taehyung does not create a masterpiece. Or more so, what he would not deem a masterpiece
Taehyung offers kind and polite smiles as he greets the gracious king and queen of the royal kingdom of Wisteria. He emits nothing but ardent grace and fondness for the Majesties themselves, showcasing the portrait he had so meticulously spent hours curating.
The couple spark with bouts of elation and compliments once their eager eyes find the painting. The King lands an encouraging hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, telling him he now understands where all the praise decorating his name work originates from. The queen similarly wow’s as she holds a delicate hand to her heart, nearly in tears as she turns to her husband and tells him how Taehyung even captured the wrinkles of the King’s older age.
They both chuckle harmoniously together. Taehyung bows with shy smiles and impenetrable humbleness, just like he always did when anyone celebrated his work.
Taehyung never sees what there is to celebrate, however.
He’s always found something missing from his own work. Whether the colour palette was incorrect, the emotion of the piece too bland or even a mere stroke out of place; Taehyung could never find it within himself to love his art. He lived his quite luxurious life as a painter as such, stalking around rewarded and revered by many for his God-like talent, though he never exactly grasped the talent others spoke of.
Taehyung twiddled with his paintbrush as he remained perched on his stool by another blank canvas, awaiting the third portrait he is yet to paint. His talents have already served the King and Queen, their first-born son and now, he must paint their second-born, a daughter.
Taehyung did not know much about the royal family of Wisteria, his origins coming from another kingdom, and his skills having earned him his new position as a royal painter. Despite despising his own work, the opportunity not only meant wealth, but coveted status as well. His paintings would most likely go on to live for centuries.
Sighing, Taehyung wondered what the king and queen's daughter would look like. Their son was absolutely stunning, a beautiful piece of work to recreate in Taehyung’s humble opinion. He had these flawlessly almond-shaped eyes and plump lips too gorgeous to be captured in a mere painting; with silky, black hair that accentuated the soft, though well-structured appearance of his face.
Taehyung was quite proud of his painting of Prince Kim Seokjin, though he still found it lacking an element of something magical, just like much of his art.
His thoughts wandered off imagining what the younger sister of such a handsome man would look like, sighing once he contemplates her painting won’t be a masterpiece, either. Taehyung drums his fingers across his designated table of brushes and oil paints, housing anything he would need to create the work he so desperately wishes he could love.
Suddenly, some guards and another well-dressed staff member of the royal family enter the room. One introduces the name of the young and beautiful Princess of Wisteria, Taehyung perking up at the mention and immediately standing for your arrival.
With eager eyes, Taehyung sees your gown enter in the doorway, and he must blink an innumerable amount of times to discern if what he sees is real.
His world stops, as though the entire axis has shifted within a matter of moments. Suddenly every star in the universe twinkles all too dully compared to you and every Aristocrat claiming beauty of another is a mere fool.
To Taehyung, beauty could only mean you.
But most of all, Taehyung sees a living, breathing work of art before him, and his heart’s enamoured from the second you send the room a charming smile.
Taehyung sucks in a breath of air, as though he had just returned from whatever heaven you had sent him to. He straightens himself up, squares his shoulders and dresses his eyes with suave composition, sight unable to be deterred from such a stunning woman.
“This will be your painter, Your Highness.”
You’re introduced to quite possibly, the most handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on your entire life. You were quite dreadful of this tedious task when you awoke this morning, your mother informing you of the sad reminder that today would be the day your family portraits are painted.
You had rolled your eyes before graciously stepping inside this room, only to find them immediately drawn towards the strikingly beautiful man waiting behind the canvas.
Suddenly, you understood what Shakespeare had written about Romeo and Juliet after years of blessed sight, for you had never seen true beauty until this night. His lips seemed to have been shaped just to kiss so softly, so captivatingly. His squared, large shoulders indicated the attractive masculine frame of his body underneath his clothes, and the seductive allure of his piercing eyes rattled the very foundation of your core.
Clearing your throat, you very delicately approached the man, as though any wrongdoing would break the spell he’s casted upon you.
“His name is-”
“Kim Taehyung,” Taehyung introduces himself, softly cradling your hand in his palm and bringing it towards his lips. “Or merely Taehyung, Your Highness.”
The almost loving peck he presses to the back of your hand sends a dainty rush of electricity through you, hiding your smile as you recall your previous thought.
His kisses are surely captivating.
“It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung.” Your tone’s far more tempting than you had intended it to be, but with the manner in which Taehyung eyes you, a deeper colour in his irises paired with an enchanting grin, you’re far more than just infatuated.
You feel bewitched.
“Likewise, Princess.” You’re unsure of when your own title became so electrifying to hear, though you presume it has to do with the handsome painter's deep, velvet voice. He could serenade you to sleep with just the caramel-like smoothness of his words alone, wondering why his talents did not go towards a singing career.
And now wonder what talents lie within his hands.
The feeling of his larger, slender fingers holding yours ignite a flame inside you, unsettling the dryness between your legs as you shift your weight. Your attention flashes from your entwined hands up to his magical eyes, silently gulping to accommodate for the nearly intoxicating manner in which he infiltrates your once calm headspace.
“Shall we?” His question lifts your trance, nodding politely to him as he bows and shows you your chair. You seat yourself daintily so as to not crumple your dress, automatically sitting with prim posture and prettily placed hands.
The painter laughs.
“How lovely it is to work with you? You’ve already poised yourself quite nicely for a portrait.” Taehyung comments with a charming curve to his lips as he observes your seating arrangement, giggling lightly in response.
“I suppose you have not worked much with royalty.”
Taehyung cracks a grin. “Observant as well, I see.”
Your giggle subsides when Taehyung suddenly leans in very close to your face, and you suck in a small breath, round eyes searching him. He merely bites his lip however, and his eyes aren’t focused on you, rather on smoothing certain parts of your hair that may have come loose after your time spent getting ready.
His breath tickles your cheek as he works diligently, not even paying attention to how his closeness sends your heart racing in your chest. Whiffs of Jasmine tea and coffee flood your nose, suddenly needing to lick your lips to squash the urge of tasting him.
His kiss would be sweeter than honey, you think.
His hands suddenly abandon your hair and his palms curl around your arms, angling your body towards the canvas better, and your skin feels a tempting heat you cannot describe. You’ve been in such close quarters with other men before, but never with a devilishly handsome man such as this one.
You swallow and feel your body spark.
“Now lastly,” Taehyung proclaims under his breath as he stands to his full height before you, your anticipating eyes only keeping square before you. The edge of his pointer finger suddenly brushes underneath your chin, and angles you an inch higher. You meet his entrancing gaze from underneath and feel your breath hitch, Taehyung letting out the smallest of laughs before letting you go, and climbing off the platform you were seated above.
He settles behind his canvas and fidgets his fingers over his many supplies, contemplating how exactly you’d survive such long hours of this man painting you. Not only would he be paying his most undivided attention to you, and therefore starE at every curve and makeup of your face and figure, but that you would also watch him.
A shaky breath leaves you, composing yourself as you spot the two guards and the man who had introduced you, along with your personal attendants that now whisper. They very obviously point and discuss the handsome painter.
You hmph as you collect yourself, uninterested eyes flitting to Taehyung. He wets his lips before curving them into an amused grin, and his gaze fixates on you with a hint of mischief and amusement. You suppose this means he isn’t just like any plain man, and you’re proven correct when he speaks next.
“As you already know, please sit still for me, Your Highness.” His deep voice resounds captivatingly in the room, and his eyes remain blanketed with inescapable temptation.
“We would not need me putting you back in your place, now would we?”
Despite all the years you’ve been told swearing is not lady-like, there was only one word that crossed your mind in that intense moment.
Fuck.
“You may settle now, Princess.”
You release a breath as you finally end the near tortuous experience of being painted. Your back and neck ache from having to sit still for hours, and neither did your arms appreciate being perched so poisely like that. Your only escape from the pain was being able to watch Taehyung’s gorgeously handsome face concentrate on painting you, wondering what he must be thinking.
You were wondering a million things about him.
Reaching the edge of the elevated platform, Taehyung quickly stuffs away his belongings and offers his hand for you, even lifting your dress as your heeled-shoe touches the wooden floor. He offers you a tender smile as well, and it takes every ounce of your being to not fall hopelessly in love with the impeccable perfection of his beauty.
“Would you like to see the painting, your Highness?” Taehyung politely inquires, and you send him a confirming nod. He gently pulls you along with him until you come face-to-face with the painting. Your eyes are immediately greeted by the magnificent talent of his work.
You’re mesmerized, speech stolen from your lips as you search for even a syllable of words that could define how wonderfully talented Taehyung is. His painting not only captured a beautiful portrait of you, but it is the nearly living, breathing elements of colour and life around you through gorgeous flowers he had so perfectly mastered.
It’s as though he imbued a part of himself into those elements, allowing your portrait to come to life in ways no person could accurately depict, and would spend a millennium attempting to do so.
“Is it to your liking, Princess?”
His deep voice pulls you away from the painting, meeting him with nearly teary eyes and a vibrant smile. “Like is far too miniscule a word. It’s wonderful, Sir Taehyung.”
“You may call me Taehyung, Your Highness.”
You breathe a smile his way as the attention of your steward, Mr. Kingsley suddenly steals your sight. “Princess Y/N, the queen’s tea ceremony with the Duchess of Danes begins soon. You’re needed in the Great Room.”
“Shortly, Mr. Kingsley. Please inform my mother I will be there soon.” You suddenly hear the soft squeals of your personal attendants still conversing quietly. They shoot marveling looks at Taehyung, before straightening themselves up once your eyes find them. You return to Mr. Kingsley.
“Please take everyone else with you.”
“Of course, Your Highness.” Mr. Kingsley kindly bows as he ushers the girls and your guards out, attention returning to Taehyung.
He cracks a smirk as he peers at the ground, then back up at you. “Your role as her Highness is most certainly impenetrable, I see.”
“It would also seem your gaze is quite impenetrable.” You smile when Taehyung does, and he exhales with a narrowed cut to his eyes at you, grin tugging at his lips.
“Observant again, aren’t we?”
“Especially with certain men, yes.”
He clasps his hands behind his back, leaning over slightly to accommodate for your shorter height. “May I know exactly what certain men, Your Highness?”
“Curious, aren’t we?” A laugh escapes his pretty lips, biting them softly as his eyes never seem to sway from you. They remain firmly, and almost entrancingly locked on you.
“I was gazing intently for the painting, Princess Kim.”
“You may call me by my name, Taehyung.” You kindly instruct.
“Oh, it would feel akin to a crime if I do so.”
“Not at all, I presume your age is close to my own. You look fairly young.” You innocently comment.
“You believe I’m fairly young?”
“I don’t see a reason to not believe so.”
Taehyung laughs, and it’s hard not to laugh as well. He is just so irrefutably pretty. “If I may ask, how old are you, your Highness?”
“22.” You shyly admit.
Taehyung chuckles attractively before peering off to the side. His amused eyes return to you with a smoldering grin too handsome to deny.
“Is something funny, Mr. Painter?”
“Not at all, Princess.” Taehyung politely responds. “You are three years younger than me.”
“25, I see.” You observe with a tip of your chin. “You are doing quite well for a gentleman of 25 years.”
“Have I just received a compliment from the Princess of Wisteria? What a lovely day I’ve been blessed to see.” Taehyung cutely exaggerates.
“I find your praise flattering, though are you sure it’s my presence or the mere prospect of painting me that was lovely?” You bat your eyelashes and tilt your head a little, watching him intently.
Taehyung sucks in a breath, and wets his lips delectably. “Who is to say it was not both?”
Your chest feels a flutter you can’t subside, and suddenly the squirming of your legs is much more apparent as you struggle to manage your weight in your heels.
Taehyung’s eyes momentarily flit down to the movement, snapping up to you with nothing but suggestion. “Are you having an issue, Your Highness?”
You clear your throat quite harshly. “No, I most certainly am not.”
He cracks a smirk as he crosses his arms over his chest, now emphasizing just how large and broad he is compared to you. “Her Majesty is probably waiting for you, Princess.” Taehyung reminds you. “As much as I would love to keep your wonderful company, I would not want to inconvenience the duties of a princess.”
You smile, finding him charming in nothing less of the word. Your eyes flicker back towards the painting he so wonderfully created, falling into admiration again.
“Thank you again for painting me, Taehyung. Your talent is truly… undeniable.” You say almost breathlessly, wandering over the way he truly captured every detail of your face so vividly. “Your art is beautiful.”
Taehyung seems to take a pensive moment, nodding faintly to himself as he peers at the painting. He observes it, lets it soak into him as he then breaks into a small, pure smile. His eyes flit back to you. “Thank you, though I believe it’s you that is beautiful, Princess.”
A smile finds your lips as your heart skips a beat, his beauty and charm truly incontestable.
“Thank you for letting me paint you, Your Highness.” His lovely, caramel-like voice reverberates in your ears, nearly closing your eyes just to indulge in the deep sound. “It was my pleasure.”
A shy grin finds your face when Taehyung takes your hand yet again, and presses this time not a soft kiss, but a deeper, almost telling kiss. His eyes flit up to yours as he so affectionately does do. A rush of arousal sparks through you at merely the scene, his dark eyes so temptingly wild, you suddenly yearn to embark on an adventure.
He lets go of your hand and you curtsy politely, Taehyung bowing in response. You almost step away until a question tugs at your mind, twirling around to query.
“Taehyung?”
He stops rearranging his paint brushes to address you. “Yes, Your Highness?”
You chew on your lip a little at the addressment, suddenly wondering what he would sound like whispering that in other situations.
“Will you be staying in the castle with us?”
Taehyung seems impressed by your question, replying confidently. “Yes I will, Princess. A couple days at the least, your family is quite many.” You both chuckle softly together as you remain trapped in a gaze with him, too bewitched to look away.
“I see. And I presume you’d be staying in the guests’ quarters? I hope my father kept you in his good graces and provided you with a suitable room.”
Taehyung cracks an amused grin as he tongues his cheek. His eyes seem to pierce your soul despite the distance between you two. “He certainly did, though I am unsure what your criteria of suitable includes, Your Highness.” He replies, wetting his lips. “Perhaps you could visit me and.. see for yourself?”
You bite your lip once you discern the suggestion in his tone. You feel another shock of arousal flood your core, becoming unsettled beneath your dress. And yet again, Taehyung finds you fidgeting, his grin growing by another mischievous inch.
“I shall, Kim Taehyung. My princess duties do include ensuring our subjects are properly taken care of.”
Taehyung laughs a little at your prim ruse, bowing for you again but, not without a smug, charming grin. “Until then, your Highness.”
Curtsying again, your peer up at Taehyung through your lashes, and send him an angelic smile. But before you part, you straighten up and approach him, far too intrigued to let him go just yet. You curl your hand around his forearm and gaze at yourself doing so, slowly dragging your hand down his quite veiny arm, you realize.
“Until then,” Your guileless eyes flicker up towards Taehyung, who is completely absorbed in your flirtatious gaze. “Taehyung.”
You find him inhaling a harsh breath as he watches your fingertips feel him so innocently, yet your suggestive eyes and enticingly delicate tone scream anything far from innocent.
You let go, and leave him baffled, entranced, but most of all, temptingly intrigued. He stands, grinning, in the middle of the empty room. He wonders if perhaps the mundanity of his life elicited the wrong definition of a masterpiece.
Perhaps the true meaning lives in you.
Three small raps to Taehyung’s door is what resounds in the grand corridor. You had gladly been able to discreetly gather enough intel of the painter’s whereabouts in the Kim castle. It is rather large and almost maze-like, inhaling a deep breath once you spot the familiar number indicating his room.
You’re soon met by Taehyung opening his door, surprised eyes widening once he finds you in your luxurious nightgown. You observe Taehyung in his clothes from earlier today, his waist coat hugging his torso while still left in his trousers.
“I did not think you would be able to find me, Princess.” He jokes light-heartedly.
You cross your arms with an endearing pout. “Now I am beginning to think you purposefully kept your whereabouts a secret. Were you only testing my need to see you?”
He chuckles then, and you earn the opportunity to watch his cheeks so adorably rise. “Observant as always. Come in.”
He quickly ushers you inside as you settle in the middle of the space, and you were impressed by the room your father had provided Taehyung with. A room of this quality is usually reserved for higher-ranking aristocrats to stay in, and while you would not belittle Taehyung’s status, you were jovial to see him living well.
Along with being impressed that he was provided the room with the largest bed.
Your gaze is fixated on the sheets before you feel Taehyung’s warm, rough palms touch your arms from behind, holding them ever so gently. “Distracted, aren’t we?”
You chuckle, shifting around to face him. “I see my father has accommodated you well.”
“Ah, he has done too much for me. I presume he is quite the fan of my art.” Taehyung lets you go as he converses.
“I can see that as well. He did not stop rambling about you during tea with the Duchess of Danes.” You hide your giggle as Taehyung seems to treasure the sight.
“I’m blessed to see that my paintings can make others happy.”
His sentence throws you off balance, titling your head as you query. “Does your art not make you happy?”
Taehyung’s eyes widen as though he were caught red-handed, and he brings a pensive hand to his neck. He rubs strangely as his eyes evade you, answering meekly. “Not particularly.”
The evasiveness of his answer clues you into the fact that he may be uncomfortable discussing such a topic. It seemed an introspective issue, and so you attempt to ease the tension by carefully stepping towards his work desk.
You eye the messy, sprawled scattering of his supplies and artwork, unearthing unfinished sketches, used-up pastels and even abandoned ink. “Had you been working on something? I apologize if I disturbed you.”
Taehyung steps closer to you as he watches you observe. “Not at all, I was simply occupying myself.”
Your fingertips delicately touch the lines of a garden he seemed to have so meticulously drawn. The harsh stain, the smudged lead, it all indicated time and effort Taehyung must have spent crafting such a piece of art. You’re overwhelmed by his sheer talent, amazed beyond a doubt.
“You create truly beautiful art, Taehyung.” You almost gasp. “Utter masterpieces.”
“You are too kind, Princess. They are anything but a masterpiece.” Your curious eyes flicker to him, and suddenly you don’t remember Taehyung being in such proximity with you. He leaned over your frame just beside you, allowing his fingers to slip in just where yours rested. He inspected the art as well.
“You do not like your own work.” You innocently observe, and Taehyung cracks a chuckle just by your ear, feeling his breath tickle your sensitive shell.
“I’m beginning to think you can read minds, Your Highness.”
“I may be knowledgeable of a thing or two.” You both giggle together before he sighs, slowly and unhurriedly. He taps his finger against the same drawing you’re touching, his chin nearly resting over your shoulder, his body so intoxicatingly close.
You could have felt inebriated with the manner in which his presence permeated your body, swallowing as you observe his hand mere centimeters from touching yours.
“You are correct. I do not like anything I paint, and I have only created one masterpiece in the 25 years of my life.”
“How could you hold such resentment towards your own art, Taehyung?” Your gaze maintains your curiosity. “You are so incredibly talented.”
“I do not think so. I see no masterpiece in my art work.” Taehyung unenthusiastically shrugs.
“And how could you not?”
“My talent appears mediocre to me,” he explains. “I cannot seem to paint anything to my liking.”
“Then maybe the issue is not a matter of your talent, but rather the subject of your art.”
Taehyung quirks his brow as he regards you, an inquiring look dressing his features. “Pardon?”
“It does not seem to be your talent that is the problem, Taehyung. You seem to not like what you are painting.” You reiterated.
“Do you.. believe so?”
You nod for him. “Maybe the issue lies within the subject of what you are painting. You should find what you’re painting a masterpiece of its own before you lay a brush to canvas.” You elaborate for him, and suddenly become flooded by the scent of tea and coffee again. Your fingers curl up against the drawing once you sense how close Taehyung is now, swallowing. You muster enough courage and face him, finding Taehyung so intently watching you.
His lips almost beckon to be kissed, ever so slightly minusing the space between you two.
“What is the one masterpiece you have created?” You ask quietly, unconsciously leaning further into his warm, wide body.
“Hm?” He hums so deeply, you could feel the vibrations through his chest that rattled your core.
“You said you have only created one masterpiece in your life,” you explain. “What may it be?”
Taehyung leans in even closer, legs squirming once you contemplate the idea of kissing him, letting it override every nerve that so terribly aches to feel him. You’re uncertain where the urge originates from, but the ignition of passion within your body is too strong to deny when you are near him.
His lips are calling you, you can feel an attraction for him in your chest that is too powerful to subdue. You hope he feels the same way, his proximity your only clue towards an answer. With a hot breath against your wet lips, Taehyung whispers gently, ever so slightly closing the space between your heated bodies.
“You would like to know the one masterpiece I’ve painted in my life?”
You nibble on your bottom petal as you gaze at him through your eyelashes, nodding.
Taehyung swallows as he nears your mouth, flitting between your eyes and plush lips, before whispering. “You.”
His lips press to yours before you can even so needily beg for it, sucking in a breath once you feel his mouth. You sense both of Taehyung’s hands either side of you against the desk, turning around to completely face him, backside shoved against the edge.
Taehyung takes the opportunity to kiss you more plentifully, opening up his mouth to capture so much of yours, all while moving slowly, unhurriedly. He revels in the seemingly endless time he has in kissing you, lips moving rhythmically against each other to create a melody of sensual, though steamy passion.
Your hands become restless and hook onto the shirt underneath his waistcoat, beckoning him closer with wanton pulls. He moans into your mouth once your hands travel up his neck and into his hair, sighing when the hum of his baritone voice invades your core.
Taehyung breaks away and grips the edge of the desk as he cages you, forehead resting against yours. He wet his lips before asking through uneven breaths. “Is this alright, Princess?”
You’re too absorbed in him to even think, but one distinct thought screams out to you as you feel him so near.
You want Taehyung, more than you’ve ever wanted anything else.
Hands slipping into his hair and gently scratching through his scalp, you nod. “More than alright, Taehyung.” You breathe. “Kiss me.”
“I do not wish to ruin your honour, Your Highness.” Taehyung’s hands now transition to cradling your waist, though his forehead and lips still remain brushing your own. “Do not feel forced to do anything. I will stop if you do not want me.”
“No, Taehyung..” You practically sigh, subtracting the space between you two for a soft, affectionate peck, fingertips soothing him. “I want you.. I do.”
“Are you certain, darling?” Taehyung breathes against you hotly, finally able to taste the tea and coffee on his lips. The loving names he calls you only lulls you further under his spell, wanting to feel him everywhere. Feel him touch your skin, feel him worship and press kisses where nobody else has ever explored.
His lips gently press to the side of your neck, litterting your sensitive skin with soft kisses. You indulge in the heady sensations, bunching his shirt into your fists. He runs a hand up and down your back, soothing you as he waits patiently for an answer.
“Most certainly certain, Taehyung.”
Taehyung lightly chuckles as he plants one last kiss to your skin, and meets your lips for another peck. “Come with me.”
You watch as Taehyung suddenly bends down and lifts you up into his arms as though you were his bride, squealing slightly as he hushes you and you only giggle more in response. He silences you with a kiss to your lips as he sucks on your bottom one, walking you both towards his made bed.
Taehyung’s knees hit the edge and he seats you considerately onto his sheets, setting you down as though you’re a delicate flower. Taehyung dismally separates your mouths and cradles your slippered-feet in his palms, removing each one and placing it on the floor as he kicks off his own. He seats himself behind you as he settles up against his bed’s headboard, and smiles once he finds you sitting so obediently awaiting him.
You feel his hands curl around your waist, tugging you flush against his back. You sigh as you feel his breath upon your skin, melting into his embrace as if you’d known him all your life, as if suddenly, he felt like the most comfortable place you knew. He presses more gentle, affectionate kisses down your neck as he soothingly rubs your stomach, lips sensual over your hot skin.
“Have you been touched before, darling?” The question paired with his deep voice by your ear sends shivers down your spine. You quietly moan as Taehyung’s fingers teasingly glide up and down your nightgown, feeling at the expensive material.
“N-not really.” Taehyung’s nibbling at your skin subsides as his lips revisit your ear, brushing your sensitive lobe. He gently scoffs against as you sense his aura change, asking through a lower, deeper tone.
“Have you ever finished?”
The question heats up your skin, never have you been asked such an open inquiry. His hand lingers right beneath your breasts, fingertips dancing across your midriff.
“No,” you admit so quietly, you listen to Taehyung tsk as he sucks on your earlobe, popping it out to speak in his velvet voice. “A terrible shame, Your Highness.” He whispers with near-frustration. “You’re far too beautiful to not grant such pleasure.”
You suck in a breath, in your life as a royal you’ve always been guarded of such language and behaviour. But listening to the sultry words from Taehyung in his husky, deep voice only intrigued you more than anything in your boring life.
His hand then carefully traveled towards your breasts, and he hugs you flush against his front as he whispers. “May I?”
“Yes..” You almost breathlessly utter, squishing your thighs together as he nears your chest. You feel him smile against you before kissing your neck. His fingers traverse down your body until he hooks his fingers onto the hem of your nightgown, and he swiftly, though softly removes the dainty fabric from your body, presenting you to him bare with only underwear around your hips.
You immediately move to cover your exposed breasts, only to have Taehyung snatch your wrists. He keeps you nude, the bridge of his nose stroking your pulse point as he marvels at the sight below.
“Absolutely fucking gorgeous.” You practically yelp at Taehyung’s words as he nibbles on your ear, melting into the wet sensation. Taehyung laughs when he hears your exclaim, voice vibrating in your ear canal.
“You are not used to such vulgar language, Princess?”
You nod a vehement no, letting Taehyung hold you open as you indulge in his lips kissing up and down your neck. He chuckles again, nipping your skin between his teeth. “I am not as prude as others, darling. I will worship your body for its natural beauty,” he then leans in even closer to your ear, letting his lips brush you as you feel the bass of his voice. “Even in your nudity.”
Taehyung’s then rough, calloused hands travel up your body and suddenly cup your breasts. With a lewd sigh, you completely melt into Taehyung behind you. He begins kneading at the mounds of flesh in soft movements, sighing when his touch pleasures you indefinitely. Such a touch has never been graced upon your body, though you welcome the new, foreign sensation, craving for Taehyung far past kisses and hushed confessions.
You craved him as a woman with dark desires.
His fingertips then begin to touch your nipples, circling and gently thumbing the hardened peaks as he listens to you moan. “Mmm, do you like that, Your Highness?” You bite your lip once you hear the condescending tone of his voice, enjoying the sound of your title during such an indecent act. You nod as he continues to touch your nipples, feeling a rush of arousal each heated time.
He pinches and flicks your nipples some more, drawing tight patterns and circles as he continues palming your breasts. He adjusts you in his lap as he holds you up straighter. He embraces you tighter as his chin hovers above your shoulder, wetting his lips as he watches your body writhe under his touch, growing hard himself.
He whispers against your ear when your moans turn into whines, legs restless as they crumple his sheets.
“I know something that will feel better, Princess.”
Taehyung’s hand suddenly travels down to your core, buffering just above your panty-clad center as arousal already sticks to your underwear. Taehyung hisses at the sight as he takes a peek, even able to discern the wet patch with the dimly-lit lantern room and moonlight.
You squirm at even the prospect of someone else’s hand there, your fingers clasping onto Taehyung’s sleeve in an iron grip, scrunching it in your fist. “Taehyung..”
“Do you touch yourself, Your Highness?”
Your cheeks heat up, cowering into him as you pout. You have only once experimented with the prospect when you overheard a conversation with some of the married princesses during your usual afternoon stroll. They had discussed such topics in hushed whispers and squeals, sparking your curiosity. Perhaps it did feel good, you will not deny that fact, but it always seemed as though something was missing when by yourself.
Or rather, someone else.
“N-no..” You fib through your teeth.
Taehyung clicks his tongue, impressed by his eye for such things. “Do not lie to me, darling. There’s no need to feel ashamed.”
You swallow as you indulge in his hand still massaging your breast, answering through pouty lips. “Yes.. I have.”
You feel him smile against your skin, kissing between his slow ministrations. “Did it feel good?”
The question heats up your core, chest incessantly fluttering. “Not as much as someone else would.”
He laughs against you, his hot breath sending electricity through you. “Has someone else ever pleasured you here?” He whispers darkly as his fingertips stroke you above your cunt, and you could feel your nerves shaking within you. “Have you ever committed the act of love, darling?”
You eagerly shake your head, an intense heat to your skin in embarrassment. He chuckles yet again, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “That is alright, Your Highness. Allow me...”
Taehyung curls his much larger hand around your own, and brings your fingers to your leaking center. You gush when you feel him hovering above your mound, legs restless feeling him so close. Taehyung then brings your entangled fingers to your dribbling core, and makes you gently cup your sex in your palm. You gasp lewdly as Taehyung hisses, soothing your arousal with light rubs against your sopping pussy.
“Mmm, such a wet little cunt.” That vulgar speech of his only drives your nerves into insanity, feeling arousal flood every crevice in your body. He continues to massage your hand against yourself, and you moan erotically as you lean into his body, indulging in his divine guidance.
Taehyung chuckles as he encircles his arm around your waist and holds you closer, cheek resting against your rather sweaty temple. You both intently watch yourselves touching your clothed pussy, Taehyung humming in satisfaction as your legs morph into jelly.
“Taehyung.. oh.” You shudder once Taehyung presses you deeper into your folds, and breathes a light, impassioned encouragement into your ear.
“Rub yourself for me, darling.” He removes his hand and despite your whining, you listen to his instruction and become ensnared by the feeling of touching yourself. No matter the fact that you had once explored your cunt like this, never have you had someone so unabashedly watch you and lead you, his hot breaths fanning against your skin reminding you of his undivided attention.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Keep going.” Taehyung kisses your neck as he rubs your stomach, hissing and groaning as he watches you work your own pussy, salvaging that particular spot that heightens your moans and makes your legs twitch.
Taehyung grows tired of seeing you create a mess of your drawers and clasps his fingers onto the waistband, removing them to gain a better view of your dripping cunt. He shuffles the material down and discards it on his bed, left completely nude in his arms as he hugs you like a treasure. He intently watches you touch yourself, rubbing your clit that you’ve now gladly found and was engorged and pulsing, attempting to reach a euphoric high.
But something is lacking, and before you can discern it, your hand is suddenly replaced by Taehyung’s, granting you the answer you had been searching for. His long, slender fingers begin to quickly rub your bare pussy folds, groaning at the sticky slick that now coats your cunt.
“Fuck, Princess. You are dripping all over my bedding.”
“I-I’m sorry-”
“No, never be sorry.” Taehyung growls in your ear. “I want you to finish for me, darling. Finish all over my hand.” Taehyung gently coos, biting your ear as his fingers rapidly rub over your vibrating bud, impressed by his knowledge of the female body. He listens to your moans increase in pitch and become more whiny, wantonly bucking your needy hips into his hand for more, and he allows you to whole-heartedly chase your pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart. More.” His words only egg you on, throwing your head back against his shoulder as you feel your orgasm building inside you. Your legs are losing strength as you sigh and gasp in sheer ecstasy, the feeling of his hand fondling your breast as the other so tirelessly works your pussy.
Taehyung begins gathering your slick all over his fingers as he plays with your sex, moans becoming too loud as your head spins with pleasure. His hand then suddenly clasps over your mouth as you squeal at the sudden action, Taehyung’s husky voice cooing by your ear.
“Not too loud, darling. We wouldn't want to wake the quarters, now would we?”
You shake your head and Taehyung hums in liking the answer. His hand falters from your mouth to suddenly capture your throat in his large, skilled hand, lightly applying pressure to the side of your throat. Your eyes roll back, stifling an erotic moan.
You begin riding and grinding against his slender hand for more, moans finally reaching their height as you whimper and whine his name in a tantrum.
“Taehyung.. Taehyung!”
“Are you going to come, darling?”
You nod profusely, hips maneuvering relentlessly into Taehyung’s hand as he constantly stimulates your clit. You feel something bubbling inside you, your stomach tightening and tightening while your legs become numb. Your moans transform into cries until finally, finally something utterly snaps within you.
Your body convulses, jerking in Taehyung’s hold as your sounds escape in drawn out groans. Taehyung’s hand slowly works over your cunt, not having realized you spilled enough of your essence for him to happily gather. He collects your orgasm as he repeatedly soothes your cunt with it, wanting to shove your legs closed around his fingers, but Taehyung pries you back open.
He continues touching and rubbing your pussy until it begins to feel uncomfortable, lightly batting his hand away with a calling of his name.
“Taehyung, please..”
He instantly removes his hand, and you completely fall limp into Taehyung’s body, not aware of the hard press of him against your lower back. You return to your senses once you register your orgasm all over yourself, Taehyung’s hand and his once impeccable bedding. You peer up at him for an apology.
“T-Taehyung, I’m so-”
But instead find yourself flabbergasted by what you see. Taehyung stuffs the same fingers coated with your orgasm into his mouth, sucking on his digits copiously until he is wiped clean. He flashes you his signature charming grin.
“You taste lovely, Your Highness.”
Your mouth drops, never having seen a man taste your orgasm and do so with such joy on his face. Taehyung finishes off and wraps his warm, safe arms around your naked body, hugging you to his clothed one. He presses a kiss to your bare shoulder as your body feels light as air, as though all your stress had dissipated from you.
“Did you like that, Princess?”
You nod with a content smile. “Mm, I loved it.”
You hear him knowingly chuckle, lips pressed to your ear. “There are many more ways I can pleasure you, sweetheart.” His words ignite your bones, and Taehyung seems to notice as he squeezes you tighter. “Not tonight, however. For another time.”
Your nerves rush with adrenaline configuring the thought of a next time, hiding the manner in which your heart smiles. He presses more kisses to your neck as he clutches your naked body. You attempt to not fall asleep in his arms, but Taehyung pulls away once the light pitter-patter of rain outside drags him out of his trance.
“It is getting late, darling. You should return to your room.” Another kiss is pressed behind your ear, and you sigh as you hold his arms around you.
“But parting is such a sweet sorrow, Taehyung.” He chuckles lightly at the delicate tone of your voice reciting Shakespeare, rubbing your stomach comfortingly.
“There is always morrow, Your Highness.” He reaches over and nabs your rather ruined underwear, holding it before your legs to fix onto you. “Until then.”
You gladly slot your legs through the material, stifling a foolish grin as he playful tugs your undergarment up your legs. You revel in his embrace and care, giggling gently. “Until then.”
“And that’s all, my dear.”
Your mother shuts your book as you groan in complaint, finally, and thankfully finished your studies for the day. Your mother always insisted you remain on top of all your lessons, having been a teacher herself who valued learning very deeply.
“Your father and I will be visiting the Peterborough’s this afternoon, dear.” Your mother informs you as she clutches your arms, smiling brightly. “Please be good while we leave you and your brother here. It may be longer than a few hours.”
“Of course, mother.” You smile in response.
“Oh, and you’ve been sure to try on your dress from Mrs. Downman? You know she has stitched a certainly splendid dress for our ball soon upcoming.”
“Yes, mother. You know I know nothing better than to listen to your word.”
Your mother kisses both your cheeks affectionately before holding them delicately in her palms. “Be good to your brother now, dear. I love you.” She fixes some hair behind your ear with a sweet smile before her quick feet have carried her out of her study, leaving you to your own devices. You sigh once you fall to a silence by yourself, faltering back in your chair for wallowing.
You glumly watch through the window of your mother’s study as the coachman prepares the carriage outside, soon anticipating your parents. Your lonesome time suddenly dwells in the realms of utter boredom, knowing you should be inquiring your brother of what business you two may have, though knowledgeable it would only be the same routine, mundane activities your life has thus far been doomed with.
The only genuine excitement that has ever blessed your life were rather the events from two nights ago.
Steamy memories resurface in your mind from the late-night encounter yet again, having distracted you for the majority of your lessons with your mother. You could not focus on the trade routes and systems of your neighbouring country anymore, or without at least feeling an ache tickle you between your legs.
The only thought that so naughtily clouded your mind was the sound of Taehyung’s deep voice in your ear, telling you such erotic things you’ve never heard uttered so casually before. The touch of his tongue licking your ear, his beautiful hands holding your body in place as you moan, pleasurably touching your most intimate parts.
A shiver crawls up your spine once you remember the feeling of an orgasm, the pit of your stomach yearning for such an ardent touch once again.
Or more so, merely the ardent touch of Taehyung’s hands.
You had often found yourself daydreaming of those same masculine, veiny hands fondling your core to so vividly the point in which others have needed to request your name multiple times. Squishing your center shut had become a routine, especially once you would contemplate all the hard work Taehyung must drive himself to do with those long, slender fingers of his.
The passion, the zeal, the pursuit of his work were all evident in his art, though it had also certainly placed a certain fervid adeptness in his hands you could only yearn to feel once again.
Though that very prospect could be a stretch, you presume. Taehyung’s last day in the castle is today, and you have not seen him once since that feverish encounter. You most certainly were not actively searching for him, sparing yourself some of your dignity as you merely inquired here and there of his whereabouts. It seemed that you would miss him by the slightest of seconds, or simply could not be in the same place as him with your own duties to tend to.
It appeared as though he held no interest in seeking you out, either, becoming the product of your melancholy.
Perhaps meeting Taehyung was only a dream, you suppose. A hallucination you merely conjured from the depths of your deepest, darkest desires, sighing yet again as you recall his warm touch, his comforting words, and most of all his soft, soft lips.
No man has ever touched you so delicately, as though you were glass to be protected, yet all the same destroyed into a beautiful mosaic he could coin his very own art. Not only were you impressed by Taehyung as a man, but as an artist as well. It was to your shock that he claimed his first masterpiece was you, suddenly considering what you could ever mean to Taehyung.
Did he touch you to gain you for only a night? Had boredom been the product of his actions? Did he only have the intention of rumpling the sheets with a princess only to leave without a trace and never return?
“What are you doing here all alone, Princess?”
You’re immediately startled by the sound of a deep, velvet voice, widened eyes observing the entrance of your mother’s study as you rise to your feet. Taehyung stands with his broad shoulders squared, though leaning gently against the doorframe, hands clasped behind his back.
Heart rattling in your chest, he seems to be a mirage appearing to you. But the attractive manner in which he tilts his head in order to observe you, his eyes creased with a gentle smile, you can discern he’s very much real.
“I’ve just finished my studies with my mother.” You reply with a gulp, attempting to appear somewhat calm, even though your chest fluttered incessantly in his presence. “Have you.. been about the castle?”
“I was actually at tea with your father.” Taehyung informs. “I am glad he feels such avid love for my art. We discussed it plentifully.”
“I did inform you of his deep interest.” You both merely exchange chuckling smiles, pleasantries always a must. You lightly clear your throat as your hands naturally link together, your eyes unable to keep contact with his for too long.
His stare is too dangerous, and far too alluring. “I have not seen you in a while.”
“A tragedy, really.” Taehyung steps inside the room, advancing very slowly, with almost calculated footwork. “I had spent the last two days in search of you.”
Your eyebrows knit together perplexedly. “You had been looking for me?”
“I was under the impression you did not want to be found.”
Your expression softens, shoulders loosening up their instinctive posture as you regard him. “Sir Taehyung…”
“Just Taehyung, darling.” He corrects you kindly.
“But you are older than me.” You remark, revealing some shame of your much younger age. You did contemplate that possibly, Taehyung may find you uninteresting due to your younger age. You clearly did not possess the same experience as him, considering there could be other women more knowledgeable that would better occupy his time. “Surely I must address you respectfully.”
“You need not worry of such a thing, Your Highness.” Taehyung quells your worries, and very tentatively situates himself by the ajar door as he converses with you. “It does not matter if you are three years younger than me.”
His words provide you with comfort, glad that he did not seem deterred by your inexperience. “I would like to also hold a similar sentiment, and ask that you address me by my real name and title, Taehyung.”
Taehyung cracks a charming smile as he looks at the ground, though lifts up to return to you. “Princess Y/N it is, then.”
You attempt to stifle your bright smile as the sound of your name on his lips. “It seems we have tread past the territory of acquaintances now, haven’t we?”
Taehyung wets his lips as his eyes suddenly become much more serious, as though he is peering into the very corners of your soul. “Is that a bother to you, Princess?”
The genuinity within his question and the shimmer of curiosity in his eyes steals your breath away, swallowing in order to muster a response. “You are never a bother to me, Taehyung.” You emphasize. “I had also searched the castle for you in your absence.”
Taehyung’s gaze never manages to leave yours as he speaks next, his eyes swirling with emotion you could not place, though remained strong within his irises. “It seems we had just missed each other, then.”
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room has changed, Taehyung glancing quickly at the hallway before he grasps the door handle. His palm curls around the knob ever so slowly, watching him peer down at the metal, but return to your eyes.
His gaze remains searing, intoxicating, as though you could read his mind from across the room. He then shuts the door completely, and locks it shut.
You breath hitches at the mere sound, watching Taehyung stand to his full height and adjust his dashing brown waistcoat. Your eyes follow him eagerly as he steps towards you, closing the gap that felt much too large. He stands before you as you peer up at him, and merely observe Taehyung bending down to nearly your eye-level, both his hands grappling onto your mother’s desk behind you. His arms cage you in as you’re trapped between the desk and Taehyung’s immensely handsome face, hiccupping gently when your ass bumps against the edge.
Your round eyes stare back at Taehyung with nothing but innocence, but also impassioned anticipation, having needed Taehyung desperately since the second you had parted from him.
“It is morrow, Princess.” Taehyung breathes against your lips, fervid eyes switching between your eyes and lips, as you similarly do the same.
“And..” You swallow, feeling your body flood with impatient desire. “What may that mean to you?”
Taehyung’s eyes seem to only see your lips now, cracking the lightest of smirks as he closes the space between you two.
“Parting was definitely a sweet sorrow.”
And in a single moment, Taehyung’s lips enveloped yours in a pursuit of burning desire. You could feel the searing effects of his yearning through the absolutely feral manner in which he kissed you; urgent, needful, hungry.
Taehyung’s mouth devoured yours as you adjusted to the power of his kiss, listening to your humming and moaning that nearly coalesced with his own to create the perfect symphony. His beautiful hands settle on your waist as yours fall flat against his chest, feeling Taehyung push you further against your mother’s studying desk. Your veins burst with insatiable hunger.
You open your mouth to taste more of the handsome painter, gaining a lick of the tea he must’ve had earlier. It is of honey with the faintest hint of coffee, adoring the flavor of his mouth. Taehyung similarly swipes his tongue in your mouth as well, licking at all the space sadly left unoccupied by him.
Taehyung disconnects your passionate lips, feeling his hot breath fan across your warm cheeks. You clutch his waistcoat for dear life as you attempt to manage the aching between your legs, squirming incessantly as you refuse to hide it anymore. Taehyung’s obsidian orbs flash down to your wriggling legs, and he returns to you as he cradles your corset-adorned waist.
“Come with me.” He almost coos in a lover’s whisper. He quickly guides you around the desk, only letting your hand go to draw the curtains that overlook the front yard of the castle. Taehyung turns back around to you, sliding his hands underneath your jaw to cradle carefully as he meets you for a sweet kiss.
One turns into two, then three, then before you can even giggle he has casted dozens of kisses against your soft lips, feeling him vibrate with a precious chuckle too. Taehyung then breaks away to seat himself in your mother’s usual chair, and he extends a welcoming hand towards you.
“Sit, Princess.” Taehyung instructs, your fingers entangling with his as you register his request.
“B-but Taehyung-”
“Shh,” he hushes you gently. “I insist, darling.”
With a nervous bite of your lip, you lift your dress as you approach Taehyung’s spread lap. He’s merely too irresistible now, his legs invite you warmly as you fill with excitement. Taehyung also assists you in adjusting your dress before you have plopped down onto his thigh, having seated yourself this way under his guidance.
You are in close quarters with him now, and it is as though you were made to decorate his lap. Your plushy core presses against the meat of his thigh, wondering just how large and strong he must be to so valiantly adorn you on a single leg.
With your hands delicately laced together, your round eyes regard him with tremendous questioning of what you must do next. Taehyung lightly laughs at the mere innocent look of your gorgeous face seeking instruction, sweeping a hand through your hair in admiration.
“What are we doing, Taehyung?”
Taehyung bites his bottom lip as his smiling eyes erode into a look of pure, unadulterated lust, desire, zeal. His hands falter from your face and settle over your hips, his hands large enough to encompass them plentifully as his eyes reveal an inextinguishable flame within them.
With a breath against your cheek and lips reaching your ear, Taehyung whispers ever so deeply. “What an innocent Princess like you deserves.”
Taehyung then gently, almost tentatively begins maneuvering your hips back and forth over his thigh, feeling your breath cinch in your throat once the forward motion floods your core with pleasure.
“Taehyung, what-” He repeats his actions, softly rocking your hips back, only to pull them forward as you shudder above him. The pleasure that takes your core ignites the strongest of flames inside you, shivering as you suppress the sound of a moan.
Taehyung juts his tongue out to impatiently lick at your lips that hang open, gasping as you feel your clothed cunt slide against the muscle of his thigh. His boldness and mere shamelessness only fuels your own, wrapping your lips around Taehyung’s outstretched tongue to suck him in for a kiss. You move passionately against his lips all while his large hands cup and grind your hips over his thigh.
After a wet, sloppy kiss, you disconnect from Taehyung as you search for air. “Taehyung, what.. is this?” You ask breathlessly.
“What you feel.. between your legs.” Taehyung speaks between uneven breaths himself, focusing on the way your hips ride over his leg. “I can help you.”
Before you can even grow embarrassed he so easily knew of your arousal, Taehyung engulfs you in another heated kiss as he moans into your mouth, feeling your helpless hands cradle his shoulders as an anchor. You grip him harder than you have anything in your life, the incessant pleasure flooding your core from the manner in which your clit rubs against Taehyung’s trousers far too powerful to remain dormant.
You grow docile for him, hooded eyes seeking his instruction, until your hips suddenly develop a greedy mind of their own. Taehyung notices your change of pace as you glide your clothed core over his thigh to your desire, crafting a rhythm that sends your body into pure bliss.
“Oh, yes. Princess. Just like that, darling.” Taehyung encourages through a pleasured groan. “Use my thigh, sweetheart. All for you.” His velvet voice vibrates in your ear.
You tuck your face into Taehyung’s neck as you moan, squeezing him so tightly you were sure he should’ve been in pain, though he embraces it. You writhe and whine over his thigh, whimpering as the pleasure begins to feel akin to paradise. Your toes curl in your shoes, your stomach constricts and your pussy flares into a puffy mess of your essence, surely staining yourself and Taehyung’s trousers.
You shrink into his hold once you consider how shameful this is, though nothing can stop how close you feel towards an orgasm. Taehyung’s arms then gently embrace your moving body as you constantly rut yourself over him, relishing in the sounds of your needy, beautiful moans.
“Taehyung.. I.. I apologize.” You manage to speak as your core overrides with irrevocable pleasure now, merely seconds from giving away as tears flood your eyes. You desire the feeling more than anything, uncontrollable in your movements as you vigorously work yourself over Taehyung’s thigh.
He pushes your hips softly as he strokes your hair, deep voice reassuring you. “Do not apologize, Princess. You should never feel ashamed with me.”
“But-but I should.” You insist, pining for the sweet release that constantly assaults your abdomen. “This is not right. This is-this is wrong.”
“Never, darling.” He gently coos. “You are a woman with needs, you desire pleasure just as a man does, just as any other human does.” Taehyung comforts you as he encourages faster movements, knowing the manner in which your clit pulses against his thigh and your moans heighten can only mean your orgasm is approaching. “Never be ashamed of your pleasure, Princess. It is okay to desire more, to have lustful thoughts, to yearn to be touched in your most intimate places.”
Taehyung then rapidly unwinds the cravat he wears around his neck, loosening the tie as he licks his lips and eagerly watches you so tirelessly work your body over his thigh. He rips off the restraining fabric and quickly grabs both your hands off his shoulders. He places the cravat between his teeth as he captures your wrists behind your back, your heavy gasps and breaths coming to a halt as you attempt to register his actions.
“Taehyung-” He then snatches the cravat out of his teeth and wraps the cloth around your ensnared wrists. He begins crafting a tight knot as your chest rises and falls, fascinated by his quick adeptness for tying. He harshly tugs the knot closed and leans back in your mother’s chair, hands sliding up and down your sides.
You would’ve questioned him again of his doings, though they all melt away as you become swept up in the paradise Taehyung grants you. The addition of your hands restrained behind your back left you thrilled and desiring more, whimpering as your eyes begged him alone to help move your hips.
“Taehyung, please..”
Taehyung pecks your pouting lips as he whispers against them, petals brushing yours. “Of course, my love.”
Taehyung begins rocking your hips back and forth again, relishing in the reignition of your pulsing clit against his thigh. Your breaths are running out, your body is buzzing and the restriction from touching him only drives your brutal high. Taehyung groans deeply as he touches your rutting figure to his desire, watching you with hungry eyes and biting his swollen, red lips.
“God, you are a work of art, Princess.” Taehyung rasps in pleasure. A moan escapes you as you relentlessly rut over him, sweat collecting on your forehead as he admires your beauty.
“Do you ever think about sex, Your Highness?” The question catches you off-guard, cheeks growing warmer than they already are.
“I-I do not.”
Taehyung laughs, leaning over to press kisses to your face as his hands travel down to your grinding hips. “You are very cute, Princess.”
You become shy as you sigh and rock your hips, shuddering when the touch is too overwhelming. “Why.. why am I cute?”
“Because you appear innocent, but I know your mind is not.” Taehyung captures your earlobe in between his lips, suckling on the soft flesh. Your face hides in his neck as you gasp.
“Have you thought about sex, darling? Do you have promiscuous thoughts?” The constant contact, rubbing and touching all supply the right attention to your core, but it’s Taehyung’s words that are driving you insane.
“Have you had sexual thoughts about me?”
You moan so loudly, your whines could’ve been crying now. His teasing is only adding to the delectable pleasure growing between your legs, every nerve in your body begging for a release. You decide to become honest if you seek any relief.
“Yes, Taehyung..” You’re breathless when you reply. “I-I have.”
“Good to know I am not the only one.” Taehyung groans himself as he constantly rubs you over his thigh, all while you feel the searing movements warming up your core with your orgasm.
“You.. you have thought about me?” You ask incredulously.
Taehyung moves towards your lips to press needy kisses, devouring your mouth as he whispers in between. “More than you will ever know, Princess.”
His kiss is so sensual, intoxicating you as you work so incessantly for your oragsm. It buzzes, it aches and absolutely ravages your cunt as you cry for your release, Taehyung’s hands helping you along as you’re mere seconds from crumbling…
Until Taehyung completely stops your hips. You gasp incredibly loudly, heaving as scoffs escape you. “Taehyung!” You scold him harshly, only for Taehyung to nab a handkerchief from his jacket and shove it into your mouth.
You furrow your eyebrows in anger and grunt in frustration, until Taehyung casts a finger over his lips to signal you to hush. “Be quiet. Princess. You are too loud.”
Eyes wide in shock and embarrassment colouring you, Taehyung eases the feeling as he caresses your body. “It’s alright, Princess. Just bite this cloth for me.” He whispers closely, nodding in response.
Taehyung seems to understand your orgasm is close, because no matter how hard you fight to move your hips once again, Taehyung denies you the opportunity as he either slows down or completely halts you. You whine and cry and whimper as you attempt to move, and indulge in Taehyung allowing you a sweet moment of rubbing again, until it becomes merely temporary and he rips away your undoing.
Tears flood your eyes as you look to Taehyung for any mercy, watching him merely chuckle and whisper to you. “Such a good little Princess, huh?” Taehyung praises as he leans forward and begins nibbling your cheek. “My dirty little Princess?”
His words ignite your veins as your orgasm reaches the very precipice so closely, you ache with every nerve in your body to feel the gates burst open. Tears cascade down your once unembellished skin as you yearn for the familiar finishing you last felt with Taehyung, knowledgeable that the denial of this time will only allow it to be more intense.
You forcefully push past Taehyung’s hands that control your hips, incessantly rutting harder to finally tip over the edge, only for him to put you back into your place. It’s not until you begin openly crying and pathetically whimpering in his arms does Taehyung grant your mercy.
“Taehyung, please!” Your muffled voice begs him.
“Princess,” He calls you out of breath. “Do you want to finish? Do you need to finish, my love?”
You nod as though you had gone insane, Taehyung almost adopting your craze as he watches your breasts bounce in your dress, breathless when he coos. “Then come all over me, darling. Be my dirty princess.”
You groan into the cloth with insanity, and Taehyung merely grows too impatient watching your chest so constricted. He tugs down your dress and surpasses whatever layer to lick at a nipple, and your world completely collapses, never having felt such a delicious feeling before. He continues to slather his tongue all over the sensitive nub as he guides you over his hips, whining and sobbing and whimpering until your head is clouded in a haze, goosebumps speckling across your skin until finally, a harsh snap occurs within the pit of your guts.
With a lewd gasp into Taehyung’s handkerchief, you completely release all over Taehyung’s trousers. Your body shakes incredibly with the after effects, your legs lose strength and your breaths require more air. Taehyung rapidly removes his handkerchief from your mouth and immediately envelopes you in a kiss, swallowing every gasp, moan and groan that escapes you.
His tongue slithers inside as he tastes all of you, gently moving you over his thigh in order to ease the tightness that ravages your core. You lose all cohesion in your joints and fall limp against Taehyung’s shoulder, breaking away from his kiss. The intensity still rings within your body, calming down as his arms loosely hug you. You resupply your lungs with much needed oxygen as your mind clears up, now realizing the reality of what you had just done.
You had finished all over Taehyung’s trousers, most likely having stained them, and the thought causes you to panic.
“Oh no, Taehyung.” You cry as you look between your bodies, feeling how incredibly wet you had made him. “ I’m sorry. I am so sorry.. forgive me. I did not mean to-”
Taehyung’s eyes immediately soften watching you weep, pondering just how heart-breaking it is to see you cry. “Shh, Your Highness. It’s alright.. It is okay.” Taehyung engulfs you in his arms as he cradles your head and strokes your back, attempting to soothe your cries.
“But your trousers. I am sorry.. I’m sorry-”
“Shh, my love. It is normal, do not worry. You are fine, darling. Just fine.” His soothing voice, comforting words and encouraging rubs eventually silence your cries, sniffing as your crying eyes remain tucked into Taehyung’s neck.
You lift him once your weeping comes to a quiet. You sniffle yet again as you tentatively peer at Taehyung with such teary, precious eyes, he cannot help but feel his heart flutter inside his chest. He is enamoured, endeared by just how surreal you truly are, the epitome of a walking angel.
His lips fall into a sympathetic pout as he delicately holds your cheeks in his palms, wiping your tears away as he admires your gorgeous face. He quickly undoes the knot he had tied around your wrists, bringing his cravat towards your face. He gently pats the cloth underneath your eyes and precisely tidies you up, giggling through teary eyes as Taehyung attempts to cheer you up with wide smiles.
“You’re far too beautiful to see so sad, Princess.” Taehyung speaks softly as she finishes up, pressing his lips to the very tip of your nose. You chuckle a little when his lips tickle you.
“I’m truly sorry, Taehyung. I did not think I would become so out of control.” You genuinely inform him.
“As I’ve told you, darling. Do not worry about such a thing with me.” Taehyung firmly reassures you as he fixes your breasts back into your dress, and pulls you flush against him. Your chests press against each other and he unabashedly gazes into your eyes, thumbs drawing soothing circles over you.
“I will worship every inch of your body, and shall never shame you for your pleasure.” Taehyung declares meaningfully as his lips peck a single slow, simmering kiss to your lips. He gradually shifts to your neck, and begins sensually engulfing your pulse point in his mouth.
Small moans escape you as you relish in the feeling, biting your bottom lip to stay sane. Desire too strong floods your bloodstream as you rapidly dive for his neck in return, and replicate the exact kisses against his neck. You rhythmically suck on his skin, increasing in power once Taehyung sighs and moans reach your ears, revving you on far more than you should’ve been.
Travelling towards his clavicles becomes your only concern until Taehyung is driven far too mad. He wraps his hand around your throat and pries you off him, indulging in the rough feeling of his hand decorating your neck. Taehyung brings you just before his lips and kisses you messily, absolutely in disarray as he ravages your mouth for your addicting taste. You return a sloppy kiss as his Taehyung’s forehead comes to rest against yours, swallowing to regain himself. “Princess.. I have but one request.” He speaks in his velvet tone against your lips.
“Mm?” You respond.
“I leave the castle tomorrow, early morning.” He informs, wetting his lips. “I will be staying near the city’s square.. by the Huntsman’s Bakery Shop.” He breathlessly tells you, feeling your heart trip over itself inside your chest. Will he ask of you what you’ve always desired?
“Let us not bid each other a sweet sorrow again.”
You giggle as you admire Taehyung’s recitation of Romeo and Juliet, boldly jutting forward and kissing his beautiful lips. He’s far too endearing to say no to, knowing with all your heart, you yearn almost painfully to see him again. The idea of being robbed of the opportunity leaves your heart in immense misery.
“We shall not, Taehyung.”
He smiles through an exhale, adoring the manner in which his cheeks rise. “Until then, Princess.”
With Taehyung pressing a deep kiss to your lips, you fill with a sense of happiness you cannot even begin to chronicle, responding gleefully.
“Until then, Taehyung.”
It is warm at Taehyung’s residence. His home is inviting, welcoming as it remains adorned with candlelights, and warm scents of coffee and lavender tea. Taehyung currently brews some for yourselves, standing shirtless while you lay naked in his sheets. You lounge comfortably as you watch his beautiful, bare back muscles work away, gazing at him like a lovestruck fool.
It was twilight now, a commonality for your meetings of the past week.
Your relationship could only ever exist at night, unfortunately. Your position as princess of the kingdom granted you an illustrious, notable reputation, while Taehyung was the most well-acclaimed painter in all the land, as many would say.
The mere prospect of being seen or caught with Taehyung did not leave a good taste in your mouth, contemplating the dangers of your affairs leaking out. Not only was Taehyung not a subject of your kingdom, but was not of royal status either. Your father would never approve of such a relationship, possibly dooming any liking he had towards the talented painter and his work.
“This is a lovely house, Taehyung.” You muse as your eyes traverse the aesthetically-pleasing look of Taehyung’s home, sheets wrapped around your naked form. It is a lovely studio, built to perfection and screamed the likes of Taehyung louder than you do.
Linen canvases, his older paintings, even the tremendous amount of supplies added to the unruly nature of his residence, though it adds a sense of chaotic charm to the cozy home; it felt like him.
Taehyung surprisingly has a balcony, and while not too far up, does in fact overlook the nearby river that shimmered with calm ripples of the moonlight. The smell of acrylic, coffee and varnish usually floods your nostrils, nearly becoming a scent akin to home for you.
You sit up on the bed, clinging the sheets to your bare chest with your nightgown on the floor, Taehyung having taken it off quite some hours ago to “play with you” he had claimed.
‘That’s it, Your Highness, just like that.’
‘Just like I taught you, dirty princess.’
‘Will you cum for me?’
‘I know how badly you want me, my love.’
A shudder rakes your spine as you recall the heated sessions of Taehyung’s hands and lips, having experienced his tongue traversing what he deemed your ‘garden of a body’. He endlessly praised how beautiful you are, how mesmerizing your skin is, moaning against your body until your legs convulsed and your essence coated much of his slender fingers.
You can’t help but adore every gorgeous inch of the stunning man now, either, recalling the evil manner in which he devoured your cum right off himself.
He deserves to be called a piece of art.
The very man himself approaches you with a smile, two teacups in his hands. He carefully seats himself beside you as you create more room for him, shifting over in your sheets. He cracks a soft grin at your consideration, extending a warm cup for you. You cutely thank him as you receive the tea, attempting to not stray away from his beautiful face to canvas his toned, gorgeous body.
Your eyes betray you anyway once you see his full, built biceps, eyes scanning over his naked torso before returning to his gaze.
You must be in a dream.
You’re merely caught in a stare with him as you both take a small sip of your tea, watching the illegal manner in which the column of his throat bobs for a swallow.
He brings down his teacup, suddenly bringing his thumb to your lips as he breathes a laugh. He swipes something from the corner of your mouth, bringing your own hand to the area with round eyes as he pops his thumb into his mouth. He sucks lightly, peering at you as he does so, and your entire core explodes with fireworks. He pulls his thumb out and takes a peek to see if it was clean.
“What was that?”
“Some sugar, it had not quite dissolved yet.” He smiles gently, nodding in understanding. You are both left in a small bout of silence, though it is not necessarily odd, you would say. It is comfortable, having found a sense of familiarity with Taehyung. He is like a friend, you would say. Even though you both participated in scandalous activities that were not what mere friends did.
“Thank you for the compliments on my house. It belonged to my parents.” Taehyung suddenly expresses his gratitude.
You sit with poised posture, though it falters, feeling such a genuine sense of comfort with Taehyung. A serene quietness. “Were they subjects of Wisteria?”
“They used to be, yes.” Taehyung explains. “I was born in Wisteria, my mother and father were aristocrats here.”
The information quirks your brow. “Truly?”
“Yes,” he nods, eyes concentrated on the cup in his hand, thumb tracing the intricate pattern. “They are doctors, and own land here in Wisteria. They had built this house from the profit of the ownership and their work.” Taehyung gently blows off the steam from his cup, bringing it to his lips for a drink. “Leaving Wisteria was crucial for them during the war in Caehan years ago.”
Caehan is a neighbouring kingdom, a region with vast land and riches due to all their suitable weather for agriculture. A war had begun over the limited resources when a great drought had unfortunately devastated the land, slowing down much of their agricultural gain and finances. The losses had sent them into a brutal civil war for survival.
“Their expertise were needed and my mother and father left behind this home. I joined them there, much of my childhood was in Caehan.”
You are genuinely shocked by these details about Taehyung, endearing that no matter how little, you are slowly learning more about him the more amusing time you spent with him.
Or more accurately, the more time you spend falling in love with him. You hate how undeniable the feeling is.
“Your life.. Taehyung. I am curious.” You tentatively begin, hand of yours gently falling against his thigh. “How did you become a painter?”
Taehyung stops drinking his tea then, cup halted from tipping his beverage between his full lips. You register the feeling of unease from him, rapidly apologizing.
“I-I am sorry, Taehyung. I did not mean-“
“No, it is okay, Your Highness.” Taehyung flashed you a reassuring smile, his kind eyes now focused on you. He sighs as he allows himself a moment, wetting his lips. He gazes at you with those alluring eyes of his you could spend eons attempting to map out.
He is just so dreamy.
He abandons his cup after a short moment, letting it simply rest in his lap. Sounds of the wood crackling in his fireplace fill the air, a very tender warmth and soothing aura draping the room. It is almost funny that despite your nudity, and despite Taehyung merely in his trousers, there is no need to feel ashamed, rather feeling accepted, comfortable.
“I am the eldest of three children,” Taehyung begins, vision fixated on his tea. “My mother and father had expected me to become a doctor, to eventually own their clinic along with my siblings. Though I did not share their affinity and love for medicine.. or such vigorous studies.” He detailed as though he were reliving his past, soothing his thigh with your thumb in a gentle show of support.
“My love lied within painting, creating. I could not simply sit at a desk with the education my parents afforded me. It was too bland a concept, too colourless and merely monotonous.” His eyes then meet yours, cracking the gentlest of smiles as he watches your attentive eyes pay him your most undivided attention.
How cute a princess could be, he thought.
“I held no intentions of becoming a doctor, and simply abandoned my family in my young adulthood, thirteen. I was blessed to meet a boy who found me and my art, and I am now where I am. He presented me to his father, who was an art teacher and luckily a painter himself.” That’s when your head tilted to the side, lips falling into the shape of an ‘o’ in realization.
“Would that boy happen to be Jungkook?” You innocently observe. Jeon Jungkook was Taehyung’s assistant that dutifully aided in his work. His job consisted of not only managing most of Taehyung’s whereabouts and schedules, but greatly providing any help the painter needed. They were not only work colleagues but old time friends, Taehyung having detailed many times that he would trust Jungkook with his own life.
You had come to know of him through the routine Taehyung had crafted for you. Jungkook was appointed as your ‘collector’ during the night and would safely retrieve you from the castle during the later, more dangerous hours. He would often help hide your identity, accompanying him on a horse to Taehyung’s residence. You’d grown truly fond of him, he was witty, personable and possessed the brightest smile you had ever witnessed.
Second to Taehyung, that is.
“Yes, you’re correct, darling.” Taehyung grins, his hand cupping over yours on his thigh, soothing you with a brush of his hand. “Observant as always; a truly intelligent woman.”
His praise causes your cheeks to warm up, disguising your bashful smile with a bite of your bottom lip.
“But yes, I owe much of my life to Jungkook. Even if he may be 2 years shy of me, I would not be where I am without his kindness.” Taehyung smiles to himself.
“Did you ever meet your parents again?”
“I did, three years ago.” Taehyung casually relays. “It had been after my art became well-renowned. My name had been in the papers for some time then, and they had finally mustered the courage to send me a letter. We communicate regularly now, they are proud of me, I would say. Though there is still some disparity between us.”
You nod as you attentively listen. “But you had finally pursued what you love, Taehyung. That is wonderful.”
He smiles brightly as you cherish the image. “Did you take any lessons regarding art? I have always wondered how you are schooled as an artist.”
“I did, yes. Much of what I learned was by Jungkook’s father. Though he was able to send me to a school for lessons, as well.”
“What lessons did you receive?”
“Quite many, actually.” He informs. “Many lessons were regarding the fundamental rules of art, even ethics and politics. I have taken specific classes on the art of the human body, as well.”
Your eyebrows raise, swallowing. “What.. did you learn?”
“Mainly the arcs and certain lines of the body. Angular differences, shading, as well as nude art.” He speaks of it so casually, you feel displaced by the information.
“Did you perhaps... paint naked women?”
Taehyung chuckles. “Yes, I did, quite many.”
He sees your face falter then, hand set over his thigh now losing its grip. He immediately softens.
“Nudity is normal in art, Princess. I can assure you, you have the most beautiful body I have ever laid my eyes upon.” Taehyung assures you, playfully wiggling at your finger with kind eyes.
You warm up then, cracking a smile, even if your heart still feels heavy with envy. “Well, you are surely living a better life than if you had become a doctor. Naked women must be more welcoming than a case of cholera.”
The sounds of your wholesome chuckling together fill the room, Taehyung falling to a silence as his hand sets over yours, soothing you. “I love my family, I truly do. Though I have come to see Jungkook and his father as my true family now. It is the reason I can only trust him with our little secret.” Taehyung’s eyes crease with a smile and you gently giggle, fingers now clasped around his hand in a soft hold.
“I would say our dirty little secret. Correct, Mr. Painter?”
Taehyung chuckles as he clasps your hand back, eyes unable to leave yours. “I see my Princess is slowly losing her innocence.” He hums almost dangerously, the low vibration of his voice causing a shiver to rake your core.
“Who is to say I was ever innocent at all?”
Taehyung’s eyes shimmer with amusement, slowly jutting out his tongue to wet his lips. You watch the action closely, heart fluttering as you feel yourself falling deeper into Taehyung’s abyss. You are aware you should not, falling is easy, though regaining yourself is not. You still did not know Taehyung’s intentions with you. Hearing the mention of what could have been a myriad of naked women he met throughout his work, not to mention the three more years of experience he harbours, you feel inferior, possibly amateur and naive, envious. Yet despite that, you always give into him in the end, and it is a rather complex state of mind to be in.
Who is to say you are something meaningful to Taehyung at all?
You are pulled out of your thoughts when you feel Taehyung shift on the bed, suddenly much closer to you. You suck in a quick breath as you observe he is not with his teacup anymore, and has instead subtracted the gap between your bodies. His face is before yours, losing yourself in the soft fire that glows in his eyes, far too stupid a fool to deny such a gorgeous, breath-taking man.
He juts forward ever so slightly, and his lips are mere inches from yours. His vision switches from your eyes to your now parted lips, and before you can think, Taehyung presses his lips against yours. He kisses you sweetly, though shortly before breaking away, searching your eyes.
They must communicate the nearly insatiable yearning within you, you believe, breathless after a measly kiss. Taehyung’s hand curls around the cup in your hand, casting it aside on his night table. Your round, round eyes remain fixated on him, Taehyung’s finger gently brushing underneath your chin. He tips you slightly upwards as he plants his lips against yours, ever so softly, ever so deeply.
Kissing slowly at first, Taehyung ensures he savours your mouth. He cradles the tip of your chin and moves unhurriedly, sensually against you. You gently moan into the kiss, adoring the feeling and taste of his tender lips and delectable tongue.
Taehyung slowly increases the power of his kiss, gently guiding you back against his mattress, and your head settles on a pillow as his mouth remains hot on yours. You moan quietly into his mouth as his hands traverse your sides. They glide up your fiery skin and grapple onto the messy sheets draping you, unsheathing them from your body as Taehyung tosses them to the side.
He relishes in your nude body as your hands lay either side of your head, humming and groaning with Taehyung whose rough, calloused hands run over your stunning figure. He worships your mouth and tongue with an amorous, consuming kiss, fingers slowly tangling with yours against his bed. Holding you down, Taehyung’s lips soon abandon your mouth to trail kisses down your jaw, indulging in his sweet mouth leaving such saccharine kisses.
Lips latching onto your skin with feather-like pecks, Taehyung tucks his face into the crook of your neck and presses open-mouthed, heated kisses against your most sensitive skin. You jolt with a rush of arousal, legs squirming against the mattress as you feel his hot breath against you.
“So beautiful.” He quietly muses, lips traversing your pulse point to his desire. He begins suckling on your skin then, working his mouth in order to savour you as he nibbles away. His kisses feel almost territorial, as though he is marking what is his, though at the same time reflects a certain sense of care, of consideration and affection that leaves you breathless.
Your heart bursts as Taehyung falters to your collarbones, pressing the most tender of kisses that seem to heal every scar, wound or pain within your body. You only buzz with electrifying arousal, speckling across your chest once Taehyung’s lips gladly find your breasts.
“Taehyung.. oh.”
He nips one of the mounds with his teeth, breathing against your hardened nipple. His teeth graze the sensitive nub before he ever so lightly bites you, shivering with pleasure as a hand of his slithers up your midriff, kneading your neglected breast. His tongue swipes against your nipple beforing engulfing it in his mouth, sucking on the perfect flesh. You peek a glance down at Taehyung, watching as his near raven hair blankets over his forehead and almost obstructs his eyes, though you are able to see the blissful manner in which he devours you.
His irises then meet yours, enchanting and sinful as he regards you with orbs of sheer darkness, lust and desire painting them over. He pays the same attention to your other breast before he passes your midriff, lining your body with searing, deep kisses before he has reached your abdomen, and your entire body leaps into high alert.
Your core clenches dangerously, peering down to find him delicately kissing your skin, almost as though he means to show you all the affection he can offer.
“Taehyung..” You whisper, indulging in his mind-spinning kisses before he has reached the top of your mound, gasping loudly.
“Mm?” He responds, though clearly does not mean for it to distract him from his work. Your breaths quicken as Taehyung dives in between your legs and kisses everywhere but your gushing, essence-coated pussy, thighs threatening to shut close around him.
Though just as you do, Taehyung curls his hands around your thighs and spreads you wide open, the tip of his nose just barely touching your folds. You are driven mad, surely insane as you yearn for his mouth, but also know the sanity you will lose if he does so.
“Taehyung.. I.. I will lose my mind.” You warn him meekly, squirming and gripping the sheets below you as he breathes against your core, eyes boring into your soul from between your thighs.
“That is not a bad thing, Your Highness.” His deep voice vibrates your very being, the bass flooding your leaking center.
“Go mad, my love.”
Before you can construct a sentence, Taehyung kisses the roof of your mound gently before slowly, delicately descending to your pulsing bud. You ignite immediately, soul leaving your body once his large, beautiful lips envelope your cunt. He plants almost loving kisses against your opening, worshipping and relishing in merely kissing your core as though it were your lips.
Colours explode behind your eyes sighing and moaning uncontrollably as he finally opens his mouth and engulfs your pussy, flexing his jaw in order to taste and licking all your dripping essence.
“So sweet, darling. Sweeter than honey.” Taehyung praises breathlessly, his lips glistening with our gushing cum as you watch him dive back into your cunt, now jutting out his tongue to plentifully lick as your quivering folds.
He licks a long, thick stripe up your slit, slowly and deliberately that shakes up your entire foundation of thought. You fight a lewd yelp knowing Jungkook sleeps in merely just the room over from Taehyung, clamping a hand over your mouth. Your moans become muffled, Taehyung increasing the flexibility and technique of his tongue. He lays an open-mouthed kiss, suckling on your pussy lips, and then slithers his tongue right through you.
Slender fingers of his suddenly dig into your thighs, however, jerking when you feel the pain.
“Do not cover your mouth, Your Highness.” Taehyung's dark, authoritative tone instructs, the tip of tongue exploring your buzzing bud. “I want to hear you.”
Your chest fills with overwhelming arousal, insides already contorting into a knot of pleasure that will release soon. Taehyung suddenly tugs your body flush against his face, shoving himself deeper into your most intimate parts as you sigh and moan like a madwoman.
Unnoticeably getting too riled up, your body begins tensing as your fingers clasp Taehyung’s sheets harshly, your moans replicating how hard you are straining. The amount of pleasure in your system is too much. Taehyung seems to detect this, swallowing and sucking on your flared clitoris before popping off, breathing hot and heavy.
“Relax, Your Highness. Do not tense your body.” Your chest rises and falls as your eyes meet him between you, pupils dilated in a lust-filled haze. “Lay back and rest for me, darling. Enjoy yourself.”
You take his words to heart, easing yourself into Taehyung's bed and taking a deep breath, You melt into his sheets with a composing exhale, Taehyung’s tongue suddenly poking inside your pulsing hole. You gasp yet again, the intensity of his lips and tongue are simply too good to deny, too good to remain so quiet about.
Arching off his bed, your hands slide in his beautiful locks of coffee-brown hair and tug at the ends. You gently cradle his head, massaging his scalp as you shut your eyes and relish in the heavenly, divine feeling of his tongue and lips worshipping you. Tugging his hair only leaves him groaning against you, humming in sheer drug-like pleasure, and you figure Taehyung loves when his hair is pulled.
You repeat the action for good measure and are sent to another universe when he moans so deeply against your core, you feel he low vibration travel into your core and tighten the knot in your stomach. You whine and writhe now, knowing your high is approaching and aching for something to push you over the edge.
You become more desperate, more breathless as Taehyung accordingly speeds up his lips and tongue, devouring your pussy as though you were his first meal of the day and certainly his last. You begin lifting your hips and bucking them against his gorgeous face, the very prospect of stuffing such a beautiful man with your cunt driving you mad.
Taehyung suddenly slithers his fingers around your thigh up your leg, unexpectedly bringing them before your shivering entrance and inserting them without warning. With the much practice you two have with your core now, Taehyung’s fingers slide in with little to no resistance, your dripping honey enough to slicken up your walls and ease the intrusion. You immediately gasp as he fills you up.
His long, slender fingers thrusting inside you automatically elicit a blissful moan from you, Taehyung’s beautiful name the only means of keeping yourself sane. You tug at his hair hard enough to have him actively kissing and licking your pussy lips harder, now focusing on your clit as he fingers you. The heat and intensity rise as Taheyung works his fingers inside your pussy, crafting a smooth rhythm that leaves you moaning and shuddering with abundant pleasure.
The knot in your stomach tightens harder once Taehyung begins rocking himself against the bed, no doubt providing himself relief as your orgasm builds and builds, Taehyung’s velocity deliciously increasing. Shortly he is finger-fucking your core, as though his hands and lips are making love to your pussy as he ravages you clit. The tip of his tongue showers your aching bud with so much stimulation, so much wet and soft friction that your walls incessantly clench around his well-sculpted fingers.
You feel every divot, every joint and indent of his fingers so graciously stroking the roof of your cunt, repeatedly hitting your one soft, spongy spot. With a little flick of his tongue against your clit and a suckle to taste, you completely unravel under his magical onslaught.
“Oh yes, Your Highness, just like that.” Taehyung groans. “So fucking beautiful.”
An erotic, loud moan is ripped from your mouth as your body convulses, hips jerking upwards as you orgasm. You stuff Taehyung’s face with your gushing sex, though he does not seem to mind at all.
If anything, Taehyung adores it, catching a whiff of your essence with a rumbling hum. He suddenly grips your legs wider for himself then, spreading them indefinitely as he digs in to taste all your oozing cum, licking at the clear, sticky mess between you as though it were the sweetest of syrup.
“Mmm, so delicious.” He breathes. “The sweetest of all.”
His ravenous tongue begins to taint your insides with sensitivity, breaths rampant as you request him to stop, and Taehyung complies.
He props up on his elbows to watch your body come down its high, cheeks flushed and skin heated as sweat slicks your glowing skin. He admires the sheer amount of beauty within such a sight, wondering to himself if he could ever paint one thing in his life, it would be the gorgeous face of you after a mind-spinning orgasm.
An arm is casted over your teary, tired eyes as you attempt to regain your breath, head filled with nothing but emptiness. Taehyung crawls over your heaving body between your legs, dipping down to press his wet, swollen lips against your delicate petals. You prop your arm off yourself as you welcome him with open arms, winding them around his bare neck and shoulders. Your mouths forget the idea of scarcity as you devour each other, taste each other so shamelessly, and the flavour of yourself does in fact seem as sweet as honey.
You smile into the kiss as Taehyung swirls his tongue around yours, wet muscles battling themselves sloppily between your connected mouths. He pulls away, needing air. His forehead falls against yours, breaths melding into one as you cherish this small, quaint moment with him.
You are certain Taehyung feels the same way, simply breathing in your presence, his cheeks and mouth still stained with your essence. He pecks you one last time, jutting upwards for another kiss before he suddenly lifts off you, thumb landing against your cheek to stroke.
“You should go, Your Highness. It is late.” Taehyung requests as he removes himself from his body, crawling off.
“But we always lay together afterwards, Taehyung.” You straighten yourself up and lean back onto your hands, regarding him with furrowed brows.
“It is not intelligent for us to do so every night. It is plausible your family or a servant may find your bed empty at the castle.” Your brow quirks as Taehyung rises to his feet, searching for his shirt and tugging it over his head. His concern for such a thing leaves an unusual taste in your mouth. You have both always been a stickler towards the secrecy of your relationship, it is surely forbidden and holds dire consequences if found out.
Though this sudden rushing and apprehension leaves you feeling hurt..
He quickly locates your nightgown upon the ground, nabbing the thin material and presenting it to you. “You must go, Princess Y/N.” The repetition of your name leaves you chest tainting with doubt, why has he suddenly gotten so serious? Multiple questions swarm your head, though they bundle inside your throat as none articulate themselves.
Instead, you silently comply as Taehyung slips your nightgown onto your naked body, even scrounging for your drawers in his sheets as he offers them to you, a tight-lipped smile on his lips. His behaviour causes a darkness to shroud your heart, a pit settling into your stomach as you register his haste.
Is he possibly kicking you out for another woman? Will a lover of his come home tonight?
Your thoughts are interrupted when you find yourself already by his front door, dressing you with your disguising robe that hides your face with its large hood. Taehyung then leads you through the home to disrupt Jungkook, knocking on his door quite loudly.
Jungkook awakes with barely open eyes and pouty lips, Taehyung informing him it is time to take you home. You clutch his hand with uncertain anxiety, you wonder what could so possibly be causing his sudden haste.
You pray your previous thoughts are wrong the entire horse ride back to the castle.
“Princess, you be sure to inform me if even the slightest thread is out of my place, my dear.”
“Oh please, Mrs. Downman. I doubt with your unrivalled talent I should ever find an issue.”
The older lady laughs merrily as she beams with a smile, sending her your own as you near the entrance of the store.
“Oh my, please tell your mother to visit me as well! I have been dying to show her my newest creation.”
“Not to fuss at all, Mrs. Downman, she will be visiting you soon. My mother is itching to visit you as well!” You giggle with the tailor as she bids you a farewell, waving back to her kindly before you have exited the shop. You intake a deep breath as you find yourself outside, eyes welcomed by the busied streets of the city.
Your mother had sent you to visit Mrs. Downman for the gown she had been diligently preparing for you, ensuring it fit flawlessly and was to your liking. Your family’s ball was not too far away from now, with much to do and many guests to please. It has been at the forefront of your mind in the last few days, though has also been a fruitful distraction from a certain painter that always freely frolicked about in your head.
You become frustrated with the ever-so handsome, and yet mysterious Taehyung, still pondering your last encounter together a few days earlier. Too angry to see him since your last, begrudgingly steamy time spent together, you simply denied Jungkook anytime he had visited the castle to collect you. You did feel a twinge of guilt knowing he rides all the way to the castle to fetch you, though you did not wish to see Taehyung. Especially after the haste in which he shooed you away, as though you were a fly hovering around his meal.
You despised how often since then your thoughts drifted towards his merciless tongue so enthusiastically tasting you, licking you as though you were the sweetest of candy. Even if your orgasm was mind-numbing, and certaintly made your legs quiver when recalling his deep moans against your gushing sex, you were to not fall victim to him again.
Even if you still remembered every vividly piercing detail of his fingers toying with your clitoris.
You shudder, coughing it out. It irked your very being he did not even indulge in the usual aftercare he shows you once your encounters have tired, cleaning between your legs or offering comfort through praises and stroking your hair. Perhaps he had other obligations and had something important to tend to. Perhaps he needed to sleep early for a crucial event the next day, perhaps he was simply exhausted. Though it did not warrant shutting you out and kicking you to the wolves.
Like you have said before, you are friends, and it did not sit well with you that is how he treats a friend.
To be quite honest, it was the prospect of being of simple, convenient use to Taehyung that triggered such anger within you. It’s hurtful, the hasty nature in which you were discarded, leaving you with a terrifying sense of small worth to the man after all. It does not slip your mind that he had openly admitted to gazing at multiple naked women in his escapades of art, unknowledgable of just how many of those women he could have possibly found himself escapading with.
Again, you must iterate the undeniable allure of his charms; he is a sickeningly handsome man, and you do not blame anyone for succumbing to him.
In all your second-guessing of your relationship together, you suddenly ram into a man walking along the street. You quickly falter, though register his arms around you, almost protecting you from falling. You scramble for an apology, though to your shock find the very man you are fuming about.
You huff, such an annoyingly small world, you presume.
“Well, isn’t it lovely to run into you, Your Highness.” Taehyung sends you a dashing smile, lips curving into a small smirk as he regards you.
You gently hmph, removing yourself from his hold and not holding his eyes. “Hello, Taehyung.”
He seems to not exactly be thrown off by your coldness, rather amused. “Are you in town for something, Princess?”
You attempt to ignore the midnight blue tailcoat hugging Taehyung’s flawless body, scoffing that he is exactly the Prince Charming fairy tales marvel about. “A tailor, though I do not believe that should be any of your business.”
You disregard his presence as you walk past the painter, not paying any attention to him. It is to your surprise he actually follows you, keeping up with your small, quick steps as he speaks with entertained mirth.
“I would actually love to make it my business, Your Highness.”
“And why exactly would that be?”
“Well, I do recall sharing with you my favourite tea. And not merely by means of a cup.” You catch the double-meaning in his words, remembering the taste of lavender on his tongue as he shoved it down your throat. You shiver with arousal when you recall him devouring your lips, tongue dancing with yours. You side-eye the confident, smug man.
“That does not warrant your need to know my whereabouts.” You continue on your unbothered walk, reaching a crossing that will help you reach the other side of the street leading into a park. You honestly hope to lose Taehyung among the others strolling the freshly cut grass.
“Then perhaps my ability to have you moaning my name, then?” You immediately shoot Taehyung a pointed look, nearly harming him with a jab.
“Shh, how dare you utter that aloud!” You whisper harshly.
Taehyung laughs, hiding the curve of his lips behind a fist. “I am merely joking, Princess.”
“You do not joke so loudly, Taehyung.” Your eyes stare him down rigidly before peering left and right as you move to cross. You nearly step out onto the pavement before you are stopped by Taehyung’s arm, who blocks your way. Your eyes cut towards him to find him scanning the road as well, halting you from moving.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking out for you, Your Highness.” He smiles genially. “Am I not allowed to do so?” You roll your eyes at his wide grin, casting his hand away.
“I am able to cross a road by myself, Taehyung.” You huff, walking along your way. You march over to the other side and tread towards the path of the usual park you visit for an afternoon stroll, hoping to clear your head.
It is now not to your surprise that Taehyung follows you.
You look towards your side and find the quite tall man next to you, matching your walking speed, though his long legs make him appear as though he is not walking quickly at all.
“You have not been visiting me lately, Princess.”
There it is, the topic. You simply sigh as you address him aloofly, much more interested in finding your carriage instead. “No, I have not.”
Taehyung seems to sigh to himself, lips thinly pursing as he addresses you again. “I am aware of that, Princess. I am inquiring why.”
“You did not necessarily ask a question before.”
Taehyung then steps in front of you abruptly, obstructing your path as he comes into view. You glower at him, attempting to step by him from your right, though he also shuffles right as well. You narrow your eyes into slits, moving to the left, and Taehyung follows you again. You grow tired of this unnecessary waltz with him and simply cast him aside with a push, feet carrying you speedily.
But, Taehyung uses his advantageously long legs to slip directly in front of you and halt your walking yet again. You inevitably crash right into his strong, hard chest, peering up to meet his eyes. Your heart lurches, why must he be wearing the one Eau de Cologne you love so deeply?
Huffing, you stare him square in the face. You see a light draw to his brows that communicates some frustration, eyes desiring to reach you. “I am serious, Your Highness. Have I done something to earn such cold behaviour?”
You scoff, physically so, enough that he can actually see you do it. “I am not sure, Taehyung. Perhaps next time you should not treat me as a mere pest to be exterminated from your home.”
Lifting your dress, you walk past him yet again as you hasten your steps. You wish that such obviously upset emotion did not taint you, though it was trivial when Taehyung had made you feel so disregarded.
You also desired to see just how much he would fight for you.
Perhaps you indeed are another victim to his charms, though his actions did not make you feel that way. He had made you feel important, different, special. Though who could ever know, perhaps you truly are a mere royal rump in the sheets to Taehyung.
Said man has suddenly matched your pace once again, joining your side as he speaks meaningfully, as though finally figuring out the issue. “Your Highness, I was merely worried about the time. It was late and I did not want you to find yourself in trouble.”
“I am able to handle myself, Taehyung. I do not appreciate being treated in such a hasty manner, however.”
“I apologize, Your Highness. I did not mean to upset you. I was merely worried.” His words do soften you a little, though it is your right to assure him that you do not appreciate being treated as a mere thing to use.
“You should have said so, Taehyung.”
“I understand, Your Highness.” Taehyung even makes it a statement to bow slightly. “I had just remembered the meeting with the royal museum I was obligated to attend in the morning. Though it is my fault for not communicating such a thing with you, Princess. I had believed it would not be important to her Highness”
Your coldness thaws then, his unfettered respect for you is surely commendable. You suddenly feel guilty that you had possibly cost him much needed sleep that day, and your behaviour may have been too harsh, as well.
“I appreciate your sentiment,” you reply, slowing down the pace of your walking. “Though I hope it does not happen next time.”
Taehyung’s smile suddenly curves, eyes glowing with joy. “So there will be a next time, I see.”
You side-eye the handsome painter again, though this time it is rather light-hearted. You breathe a small laugh once you see the amused grin upon his stunning face, always having enjoyed Taehyung’s company.
“I do believe I have something to return.” You comment innocently, intriguing Taehyung as he furrows his brows.
“And what would that be?”
You roll your tongue inside your cheek, scanning the area around you as you search for any onlookers in such an open space. You do spot the occasional glances towards you and Taehyung. Your confidence is slightly fuelled by the beautiful women that revel at his Godly looks, though you are the only one Taehyung fixates his attention on.
You motion to whisper to him, and he bends down for your smaller height.
“Do not think I didn’t notice the issue in your trousers last time, Mr. Painter.”
You leave him with a sway of your hips and haughty grin, strolling along guilelessly. Taehyung breathes an unbelievable scoff, soon transforming into an enthralled smile as he jogs in order to catch up with you.
“If it is my cock you speak of, Princess, then you are not ready at all.” Taehyung casually utters such filthy words as he surfs the park as a pretend-distraction, yours similarly traversing the scenic sights.
“And who is to say what I am or am not ready for?”
Taehyung laughs, thoroughly amused by your surge in boldness. “I believe you are not aware of my size, Princess.”
“And how large can you possibly be? I am certain there will be ample space in my mouth.”
Taehyung cocks a brow at your use of such language, far too amused to leave you now; the sudden twitch in his trousers was not a mere issue of the weather. “And how has my Princess suddenly begun to speak so filthily?”
“By the same mouth that so happily serviced me between my legs.”
Attempting to hide your triumphant smile, Taehyung is only left sliding the tip of his tongue between his teeth, nearly halting in his tracks.
“I ought to teach you a lesson concerning services between the legs, don’t I?”
“Why so? It seems like a fairly easy task.” You boast, Taehyung shaking his head in disbelief.
“You are underestimating me, Princess.” Taehyung suddenly leans down, lips brushing your ear as he walks alongside you. “You will not even fit three quarters of me inside your mouth, darling.”
You laugh despite the deep timbre of his voice sparking arousal within you, only jesting him more just to witness his reaction. “I guess we will have to see, Sir Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s breath cinches at he addressment, stopping his footsteps as he uses every ounce of his being to not shove you against the nearest tree trunk and fuck you into oblivion. He instead digresses, however, soon by your side once again.
“Where are you going for the day, Your Highness?”
“Back to the castle. My business in town is complete.”
Taehyung smirks to himself, licking the inside of his cheek. “Allow me to join you then, Princess. I do owe your father another discussion concerning the impressionists that never shut their mouths.” Taehyung sends you a telling grin, however, that signals to you he is not merely joining you to speak to your father, and holds a more scandalous agenda.
Taehyung confirms your assumptions when he draws you close by your arm, again whispering into your ear. He ensures his lips brush you this time, his proximity igniting your insides
“While we have a discussion of how I will be shutting yours.”
Your cheeks warm, core clenching. You know there will not be much ‘discussion’ at all.
Taehyung sits opposite of you, merely staring rather boredly outside his window. He is seated with his long, model-like legs in the carriage with you, spread widely with a hand tucked against his cheek.
It is a rather impolite manner to remain seated in the presence of a royal, though as you’ve said before, there is certain comfort and familiarity with Taehyung. You suppose he also feels this way too, then.
You only hated the position so much because it so obviously drew attention towards his spread lap. You attempt to not stare so directly at him, eyes feasting on the beast you know hides within his trousers.
Quite frankly, you had been all talk earlier. You are not certain at all whether or not having Taehyung in your mouth will be easy, chalking up your confidence to the sudden manner in which he folded at your unfriendliness.
Shifting in your seat across from him now, you attempt to adjust yourself in order to relieve the ache between your legs, the tension in such close quarters of the carriage fuelling your arousal. His mere presence is enough to keep you on high alert, shifting yet again to feel your core receive some friction.
“That will not help.”
You are startled as you peer at him with round eyes, his own still fixated on the outside world passing by. How did he manage to know you feel the ache between your thighs again?
You clear your throat quite loudly. “I do not see you suggesting a way to help.”
Taehyung breathes a smirk, finally casting his eyes away from the road and flitting them towards you. “My tongue and fingers seem to do the trick.”
Your breath cinches in your throat, nearly choking. “I seem to not be the only one with a problem, anyway.”
Taehyung finally turns his head in your direction and immediately shifts in his seat, wetting his lips as he eyes you. You could distinctly see the slight outline of Taehyung’s cock nestled against his trousers, knowing an unaroused man would not be so easily showing.
His tongue slides against the inside of his cheek, raising his brow with a condescending grin. “I do not see you suggesting a way to help, Your Highness.”
Narrowing your eyes at him for mocking you, the slight implication that you may be pigeon-livered about taking him in your mouth sets you off. So without warning, and abandoning all your dignity, you drop to your knees before him on the floor of the carriage. Taehyung immediately jolts up with shock.
“P-Princess-”
His unusual stutter cracks a smile on your lips, Taehyung’s wide, stunned eyes regarding you below him. He seems genuinely shocked to his core. “I did not mean you have to-”
“We were meant to be having a discussion, weren’t we, Sir Taehyung?” You dress your eyes with unwavering suggestion as your hands slide over his thighs, smoothing them upwards and towards his crotch area. Even if you feel some nervousness floating inside your chest, Taehyung has genuinely granted you far too much pleasure you could never repay. It must be painful for him to never treat himself.
It is also entertaining to see him transform into a stuttering, innocently surprised mess because of you.
Taehyung immediately shifts upright as he swallows, watching the column of his throat bob nervously. “Are-are you certain you want to have that discussion?”
You can see the amount in which this simple position has Taehyung at your mercy, amusingly amplifying your submissive and almost breedable behaviour. You peer up at him through your eyelashes, hands slowly, but pressingly soothing the insides of his thighs.
And Taehyung is the epitome of putty in your manicured hands.
“Why would I not be certain, Taehyung?” Taehyung searches your features like always, calming himself once he sees the devilish gleam within your dark irises. He cracks an entertained smirk as he then scans over your body in your gown, licking his lips when he lands on your rather generous cleavage today.
“You truly are a filthy Princess, aren’t you?”
“I believe the correct title is your filthy princess, no?” You’re being far too cheeky for your own good, Taehyung thinks.
How terribly he yearns to destroy that quick mouth of yours.
“Then I am at your mercy, Your Highness.” Taehyung surrenders himself to you, leaning back as he simply watches you fixate on his hardening cock within his trousers. You can now feel his eyes on you, and despite your confidence mere seconds ago, the manner in which he stares leaves you dawning some performance anxiety.
You swallow and cast a piece of your hair behind your ear, eyes frantically shifting all around his lap as you grow nervous. Suddenly Taehyung’s gentle hand lands against your hair, soothing you with light strokes as he simultaneously begins stroking his length, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Take your time, darling. As much as you need.”
A smile finds your lips as you meet his sincere eyes, heart glowing at the gesture of comfort. His familiarity grants you some confidence as you spring up on your knees, and jut your hand forward to gently replace his cupping with your own, grabbing his length through his trousers.
A low, deep groan suddenly escapes Taehyung then, watching him lightly tip his head back as he shuts his eyes in bliss. It would almost seem as though he has been yearning for your touch all this time.
You indulge in cupping him some more, enjoying the weakness that taints him as he leans back and relishes in your touches. You wonder what sounds would escape him when you touch his nude length, hooking your fingers onto his trousers and underwear, and tugging them far enough downwards. Taehyung moves to assist you, casting his trousers lower. You fish your hand inside and suddenly feel yourself wrapping around his member. Pulling out his hard cock from his garments, your eyes instantly widen into orbs of pure shock.
Oh dear God, Taehyung is gargantuan.
You actually scoff in disbelief, mouth agape and eyes round with a nonplussed expression as he merely smirks down at you.
“Do you believe my size now, Princess?” You are still attempting to soak Taehyung in, contemplating how you will possibly ever put all of this monster into your mouth, let alone inside your vagina. “Are you certain you will be able to take me?”
His condescension fuels your determination, securing yourself on the ground as your eyes shoot him a testy look. He laughs at you, careful hand soothing your head as he watches you firmly grasp his beast. You slowly move up and down his elongated shaft, experimenting with the relieved sighs that leave Taehyung’s mouth. You are met with dryness and some resistance, however, that does not feel right in your hand, even though you are not exactly certain how. You feel as though he should be wet.
Taehyung seems to notice your hesitation, speaking up. “Let me help you, darling.”
His hand clasps around your wrist and removes you from his member. You watch as Taehyung seems to collect something in his mouth, jaw flexing as he then suddenly spits over his own cock. You watch in wonderment as his saliva coats his meaty tip.
“This will make it easier.”
He smooths over your hair again as you nod in understanding, feeling arousal twist your insides as you contemplate how casually he did such a naughty thing. With ease now, you grasp his cock. This time you utilize the spit and slather his member with it, finding is slippery to slide up and down his tall-standing cock. Taehyung releases a deep groan when your finger swipes his tip, causing your core to pool with essence, suddenly desiring more spit to work with.
Bringing his tip towards your lips, you collect saliva in your mouth before spitting it all over him, dousing his cock in slippery saliva. Taehyung hisses when he feels you breathe against his tip, brushing your hair from your face as he gazes at you with dilated pupils.
“Dear God, Princess. You are just the filthiest, aren’t you?”
The praise hits you in your center, licking your lips as Taehyung’s flushed, red tip appears far too appetizing to neglect. “We shall see when I do this.”
Without warning, your tongue comes out to play as you drag it across Taehyung’s engorged, leaking, hot tip. He twitches in his seat with a broken moan, shutting his eyes in pure drug-like pleasure.
“Oh yes, Your Highness..”
The hint of depreciation as he calls your title leaves your core flaring with pride, looking up at him as you yet again slobber your tongue over him. His dark, dark eyes meet yours with a throaty groan, smoothing your hair as his chest begins rising and falling with harsh breaths.
“Filthy princess.” He spits at you, though it only spurs you on even more.
You then utilize your tongue to swirl around his tip, relishing in the manner in which Taehyung gently bucks up into your mouth, the bumpy ride of the carriage already pushing him further into your mouth. Tears instantly escape you, running down your cheeks. Taehyung grunts loudly when your lips finally wrap around his tip, suckling on him as though he were a chocolate bar.
“Oh.. that-that’s perfect, my love.” Taehyung sighs, hands cradling your head as he focuses on the image of you licking and suckling him as though he were a piece of candy.
You seem to enjoy the taste of his pre-cum anyway, licking it all up as you eye him with the devil in your eyes. He knows he is most certainly destined for hell with the number of sinful positions he desires to put you in.
Suddenly, the sensation of you plunging his cock into your tight mouth causes Taehyung to moan so loudly, it is a miracle the coachman does not hear him. Or even if he does, he merely ignores it.
“Lord almighty-Princess.. fuck!” His cursing fuels your drive as you smirk with him in your mouth, not met with much resistance until you begin sinking down on his sizable member. It is not long before you realize Taehyung truly only can fit three quarters of himself within the confines of your mouth. You already begin choking on his length.
The uneasy feeling triggers your rather sensitive gag reflex and you retract yourself immediately, coughing for relief. Taehyung instantly engulfs your cheeks.
“Princess, are you alright?” He inquires worriedly.
“Just fine, Taehyung.” You laugh as you wipe some spit from your mouth, clearing your hoarse throat. “You were definitely correct about the three quarters.” Taehyung smiles as well, biting his lip with amorous eyes.
“You do not need to do this if it’s too much, darling.”
You grin at him reassuringly. “I believe we should be discussing how to shut my mouth, now shouldn’t we?”
You send him scandalous eyes as you ready yourself for his cock yet again, taking him in your eager hand. Taehyung casts your hair, eyes scanning up and down with an intriguing lick of his lips. He is surely enjoying himself.
You hum as you give some pumps, indulging in the divine moans that escape that back of his throat. Sinking back down on his cock, Taehyung’s hand returns to the back of your head, gently caressing you as he shuts his eyes and allows himself to focus on your tiny mouth swallowing his cock.
“Oh.. just like that, sweetheart.”
You descend a little deeper, met with the same resistance as he only fits this far until you are gagging, body rejecting his tip nestled against the back of your throat.
“Just breathe, my darling. Breathe.. through your nose-ah!” Taehyung’s cut off by his own moan as you suddenly swallow around his thick, meaty tip, his breaths uneven. You flit upwards to see sweat slicking him now, lips hung open as he watches you with fascination in his eyes, unfettered admiration.
You follow his advice and breathe, Taehyung losing himself everytime you gag and swallow around his length.
“R-remove your teeth and.. draw out carefully.” Yet again, you follow Taehyung’s half-instructions, half-moans and hide your teeth. You slowly pull him out of your mouth, instinctively adding some suctiong that elicits the deepest throaty, heady moan from Taehyung. Your core instantly gushes.
“Now.. hollow your cheeks and-and stuff me in your mouth again.” Complying, you do exactly as Taehyung iterates, and the guttural, deep groan from him sounds like your favourite music.
“G-good girl,” Taehyung praises through harsh breaths, he’s genuinely riled up over the simple use of your mouth on him. Perhaps it was the idea of a royal Princess on her knees for him, you were unsure, though his sounds alone colour you with pride and impression as you repeat what Taehyung has instructed.
Taehyung cannot help but buck into your mouth when you bob over his length, unable to keep quiet with the idea of such a high-ranking woman so willingly stuffed full of his cock as he simply watches in wonderment.
“Princess… you are doing so well.. taking me so well.” Taehyung breathes hotly. His exhales are hard enough he even blows the hair framing your face off you, his large hand grabbing your hair as you repeatedly consume Taehyung’s thick, delicious cock in your mouth.
You become more comfortable with the feeling of him poking the back of your throat, gagging and crying and slobbering all over him.
“Hollow your cheeks and suck, my love.” Taehyung’s instructions return. “Tighten that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
Without another push, you immediately vacuum your cheeks and suck firmly around Taehyung’s cock, feeling his hips immediately buck into your mouth for more. His low, almost growl-like moan revs your hot engine, increasing your speed and depth as you suck him to his desire.
A sudden bump in the road causes the carriage to bob, which in turn shoves Taehyung further down your throat. He infiltrates your esophagus, and the intense moan that erupts from his chest leaves you weak in the knees.
“Oh lord have mercy-” he begs, screwing his eyes shut as both his hands suddenly secure themselves over your head.
He does not instruct you to relinquish power to him, though the manner in which Taehyung bucks up into your mouth as his hands hold your head in place, you suddenly halt all the control you had.
Hips acting on their own, Taehyung suddenly begins thrusting himself into your mouth, sobbing and slathering his cock in your tears and saliva as he fucks your face. Your salty tears fall against his abdomen, Taehyung’s moans and groans so utterly husky and deep, you are mere seconds from unravelling yourself.
He loses himself within the confines of your mouth, relishing in the divine fit as he leans his head back and screws his eyes shut. He simply relaxes as he brings your head down and stuffs you completely full. The bumps of the carriage ride only add to his amusement, his burning arousal as it causes you to bob up and down his length faster, harder. You allow him control despite the pain, the ache in your jaw and the dribble now leaking from your nose.
Taehyung’s sounds of sheer, raw pleasure as he suddenly grips your hair and tugs at the strands, all due to your mouth are too delectable a sight to pass up. So you allow him to use your mouth, sucking him and moaning as his blissful groans ground you, his pleasure-seeking thrusts lighting a tenacious fire inside you.
His moans heighten as he pumps and fills your mouth plentifully with his cock, fucking and thrusting and driving himself so repeatedly inside you, it is not long before his thighs twitch, his abdomen squeezes in and Taehyung’s cock suddenly shoots out an abundance of warm liquid inside your mouth.
You squeal as you feel his seed flood you, Taehyung’s eyes reopening as he breathes harshly in order to regain himself. He sees spots in his vision as he regards you below him, still full of his cock as you no doubt react to the taste of what you know to be his cum.
“Oh fuck.. I am so sorry, Princess. I apologize.” Taehyung brushes your hair from your face with worried eyes. “I was not meant to finish in your mouth but.. I had gotten carried away-” Mid sentence, you suddenly swallow the salty, hot liquid down your throat, regaining your loss of air as you peer at him with delirium and round, docile eyes.
Taehyung feels his cock twitch with arousal again.
“Oh.. you are far more than filthy.” Taehyung marvels, hands cradling your cheeks as you innocently peer at him. “You are bad for my health, Princess.”
You merely laugh, suddenly feeling the carriage come to a halt. Both you and Taehyung stare at each other wide-eyed, Taehyung rapidly pulling up his trousers as you prop off the ground, sitting back in your seat. Taehyung fixes himself into his pants, speedily reaching inside his tailcoat pocket as he assesses your face.
He in fact completely destroyed you.
He fishes out a handkerchief and shuffles to the edge of his seat, bringing it towards your face. He precariously cleans the mess he had made, swiping off any misplaced make up and your tears, even tidying your gown that had become tousled and out of place. He tucks the handkerchief back inside his pocket as the carriage of the door is suddenly opened, meeting the eyes of the coachman.
He quite oddly eyes you two.
Taehyung steps outside first, courteously helping you out of the carriage with a beaming smile. He ensures he deeply kisses your hand that he holds as you stalk down the steps, eyeing you with those alluring irises of his. You stifle a fool’s grin, following him to your family’s courtyard. Your mother and father await outside, along with your older brother as your younger ones play upon the vast lawn.
“Oh, Taehyung, son. How lovely it is to see you!”
“My my, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Your mother asks with a delicate hand to her heart. Taehyung stands with prim posture as he flashes your parents a charming smile, soon bowing.
“I had run into Princess Y/N in town, and elected to join her in her travels for a little.. chit-chat.” Taehyung smiles brightly, purposefully throwing in an obvious innuendo only you could understand, stifling a cough. Your throat still feels sparse.
“I also remembered our last discussion over tea, Your Majesty. Surely you are up for another conversation concerning the rise of impressionism?”
Your father laughs heartily as he smiles wide, agreeing without a doubt. “Why of course, Sir Taehyung. Tea with you is surely time well spent. We shall all join!”
“You are always welcomed here.” Your mother emphasizes with a kind smile, your brother also chiming in with praises of Taehyung’s work in capturing his plump, pillowy lips in his painting of your family.
You enjoy the sight of Taehyung so easily charming your family, feeling a swell of pride within your chest to know him under the circumstances in which you do. You gladly watch with heart-shaped eyes as he walks towards your father. Though he does not leave your side without turning towards you suddenly, his eyes suggestive as he passes by.
“By the way, Your Highness. There is just something by the corner of your mouth.” He gestures towards his own mouth, slowly dragging his thumb against his bottom lip. He makes a statement to lick his digit, lips smacking against his thumb with a light suck. Your chest fills with intoxicating air, rapidly mirroring his action and tasting the bittersweet flavour of his cum by the corner of your mouth.
You wish you could tackle him to the ground and sit upon his face this very instant.
Out of sight from your father who speaks to your mother, and Seokjin who is also occupied with their discussion, Taehyung sends you a smug wink with a mirthy, lop-sided grin, watching his tongue swipe across his perfect set of teeth.
You attempt to not harm the bold man before you, needing to throttle him for a Godforsaken lesson. You are now certain the flavour of your tea will be spoiled by the taste of Taehyung’s cum.
You clear your throat, maintaining absolute focus. The key is to focus, you tell yourself. All you must do is eat your dinner casually and converse with your quite lively family. It had been a quite simple task, until a certain painter seated beside you began caressing your thigh. It had all initiated with miniscule teasing touches, grabs, strokes, until Taehyung was entirely cupping your thigh.
Attempting to spoon some soup from your bowl, you are suddenly interrupted by Taehyung, for the fourty-seventh time, sliding his hand over your leg.
Inhaling sharply, you discreetly swat his hand away, clearing your throat in a quiet tut. You are eternally grateful your father is a wholesome chatterbox, who always keeps your mother busy and your brother listening.
No one pays attention to the way Taehyung beams. He acts as though he is listening to the conversation, when in reality, he is very clearly watching your reactions to his small touches from his peripheral vision. He yet again caresses your thigh, though this time makes it a statement to suddenly squeeze you, inching inwards. Your breath hitches wildly.
“Taehyung! Son, I believe your work originates from the Romantic movement, correct?”
Taehyung’s angelic smile is then shown to your father, though you are certain he is anything but as he teasingly hovers over your thigh, the table conveniently hiding his every action. Beside you are your youngest brothers, two absolutely clueless children, while the staff only remain on your mother and father’s side.
“Oh yes, very much so. I understand the movement towards impressionism, though life is a little too dull to merely paint it as it is, no?” He chuckles, far too amused. You simply nod as your spoon remains drowning with soup, swallowing harshly when Taehyung’s fingertips travel to your core. You attempt to not entirely erupt with arousal.
“My, my, now what would the Romantic movement be?” Your mother suddenly becomes curious, Taehyung finally removing his hand from you to return to his dinner.
“A beautiful movement, really, Your Majesty. It is art that is rich with emotion and individualism.” You’re finally glad to gain a breath, watching as Seokjin then questions Taehyung further, all while your family sincerely enjoy his presence. While it is a lovely sight, you find it laughable Taehyung believes he possesses all the power in this situation, because fighting fire with fire seems the most suitable answer.
While he is speaking, suddenly your hand resting on your lap slithers over to his, and you physically see Taehyung’s thighs twitch, the column of his throat bobbing. In the midst of laughing, he shoots you an overly saccharine smile, as if telling you to back off. You internally smirk, only advancing more.
Your fingertips traverse far enough to suddenly brush his bulge, Taehyung jolting a little as he clears his throat, masking it with a cough.
“That is very impressive, Taehyung, You must be such a romantic yourself.” Your mother muses dreamily.
Taehyung laughs merrily, suddenly shooting you a very knowing look. His lips curve into a fatally attractive smile, eyes sparking with a lusty flame.
“Oh, I am very romantic.”
Suddenly his large, slender hand touching your clothed center causes you to nearly yelp, containing yourself. You hide it with a cleverly placed sneeze.
“Oh dear, my nose is just acting up! Isn’t it?” You nervously jest, not having thought that your family would be provided dinner and a show tonight. Lying directly through your teeth must have been some form of entertainment.
“Would you excuse me, please? I must tidy up my nose.”
“Of course, dear. You know we always tell you to visit our doctor about those pesky allergies.” Your father light-heartedly scolds, responding with a polite ‘of course, father’ and exiting the room. You instantaneously let out a deep exhale once the doors are shut, locking eyes with some standby kitchen staff before you speed off.
You roam the unoccupied corridors of your castle, fanning your hot cheeks as you barely gained a wisp of air near Taehyung. His Eau de Cologne headily infiltrated your nostrils and caused your head to spin, remembering all the intimate, sensual moments in which his scent rubbed off on your skin.
Sometimes, you are certain you can still smell him on you, even when you are slumbering.
Needing the room with the largest window that can be opened, you make haste towards your library commons. Taehyung's teasing had riled you up far too much, now dawning a frustrating stickiness between your legs you frustratingly wish he could sort out, but also desire to wring his neck.
Suddenly, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist, nearly squealing when you’re whirled around and fall directly into a strong, broad chest. You peer up to find the most gorgeous man in existence.
“Taehyung..?”
“Your cheeks seem to be warm, Princess.”
You clear your throat, shuffling yourself out of his hold. You remain playfully unwelcoming, crossing your arms. “How did you even manage to leave the dinner table?”
“I am currently excused for the restroom.”
Acknowledging him with a slight hmph, you continue walking, shoes clacking against the floors of the corridor. “Then you best do just that, Mr. Painter.”
Taehyung amusedly chuckles, following your steps. “You seem to be a very good liar, though not so adept at determining when another is lying.”
You cut him with cold eyes, dress lifted as you approach the doors of your library. “And your point would be?”
Taehyung cracks a sinful smile, jutting his hand out to hold the grand door open for you as you venture inside, glowering at him. Must he also be so condescendingly gentlemanly?
He is most certainly bad for your health.
You enter the library, Taehyung keeping at the heels of your feet. You notice he is so unabashedly following you, whirling around for a scolding until within a split, heated second, your back is pressed against the library door, sealing it shut.
You stare at Taehyung with round, innocent eyes, Taehyung caging you against the elm wood behind you, hands either side of your head. His face is mere inches from yours, eyes purposefully scanning every miniscule feature of your face. You feel his breath tickling your hyper-aware skin.
“I am ensuring whether or not you can still taste my cum in your mouth.”
You inhale sharply, feeling your fanny immediately flutter with hot arousal. Taehyung is surely the filthiest man you have ever met, and yet, he still manages to be so unequivocally charming, graceful, alluring. Your eyes evade his when his stare causes waves of your essence to leak from your core, squirming slightly to relieve the tension. You suddenly remembered the same slick between your thighs when his length was stuffed within your mouth, the memory causing your nipples to harden.
“I-”
Just as you begin to speak, Taehyung gently grabs your chin and lifts your head, holding you in place as he pierces your eyes.
“Eyes on me, darling.”
Your chest ignites, growing aroused by the second as you wriggle some more. Taehyung flashes down towards the movement, cracking a smile at your adorable legs itching for something. He returns, smoldering smirk upon his face.
“Certainly you still remember the taste of me.”
This time you are far too gone, his presence itself is intoxicating. The prospect that he is at your residence; in your library in the dark night, where only the moonlight illuminates the vast room, you yearn desperately for adventure this twilight.
Boldly, you slide your hands up Taehyung’s chest. You watch him physically intake a breath as you do so, eyes locking so impenetrably with each other, it is as though only you and him exist.
“I do, Taehyung,” you breathe hotly against, subtracting space between you two. Taehyung complies, lips slightly parted as he approaches you, absorbed in your plushy petals speaking. “I remember your deep groans, your leaking, red tip, the size of you in my small mouth.”
Taehyung immediately hisses against you. Your hands traverse his torso, slowly descending until you suddenly cup his shaft. A choked moan escapes him, handing his head as he maintains himself. Though Taehyung is not one to back down. He is the epitome of smugness, and so his hand falters from beside your head.
He slowly trails his fingertips down your body until he presses his fingers to your aching cunt, and now it is your turn to release a high-pitched moan. Taehyung begins rubbing you then, slowly, as though he watches your every reaction with the utmost attention. He relishes in it; in seeing your eyes flutter, your lips draw open for moans of his name, the desperate manner in which your fingers clutch his waist coat.
“You’re a bad princess, aren’t you?” Taehyung’s deep, velvet voice whispers into your sensitive ear. “Allowing me to touch you while your family is having dinner?”
You moan again, Taehyung speeding up his fingers as he breathes hotly against your lips, petal brushing each other’s as you become delirious off the heat, the sheer intimacy and sensuality of the moment.
“Taehyung..”
“Mmm, absolute art when you moan my name, darling.”
Your sounds heighten as you indulge in his steady, calculated circles that press just right into your clitoris, eliciting pleasure to spark all throughout your body.
“But did you truly believe I would allow you to get away with so shamelessly touching me underneath the table?” Taehyung keeps hands by your head as the other buries between your legs, fondling your pussy as though it were his favourite toy. You can see the heat rushing to his face, his faster movements indicative of his own arousal.
“Such a filthy princess, huh? Does she need to be put back in her place?”
You half-huff, half-moan, hips riding into Taehyung’s fingers even harder, faster, eyes fluttering shut. “You-you are the one who began touching me first.”
“That is because you are mine to play with, understood?”
You immediately gush a waterfall, shuddering when Taehyung nearly growls such possessive words. Never have you thought the idea of being his could be so exhilarating.
“Then-then you are mine to play with, as well.” You mutter, no, you very weakly mumble as Taehyung just barely catches it, though when he does, he laughs. He diabolically laughs against your lips and suddenly wraps his hand around your throat. You gasp, eyes meeting his obsidian, lustful ones.
“I believe you are not aware who is in charge, Your Highness.”
Arousals slicks your pussy even more, soaking your drawers beyond redemption. You crumple his waistcoat in your hand now, harshly biting your lip to contain uncontrollable moans, his hand passionately touching your pussy through your dress.
Your hooded eyes and incessant moaning are something Taehyung takes as an answer. “Do you need a reminder, love?”
With docile, yearning eyes, you desperately nod a ‘yes’ to Taehyung, whose lips curve into the most satisfied, scheming smile you have ever witnessed. He immediately latches his mouth onto yours, engulfing you with a tongue-filled, sloppy kiss as he restricts your throat, asserting his dominance over you.
And it only causes you to become more pliant.
“Taehyung..” You moan, breathless and delirious.
“Mm?” He hums, working his hands, fingers and lips so mercilessly. He truly is the devil himself, and your simmering synergy is just so sinful.
“Take me.. take me now.”
Taehyung smirks into the kiss, hands abandoning your neck and pussy to meet around the globes of your ass. He squeezes each cheek before delivering a smack, jerking with a gush of arousal. You both headily moan in your kiss, Taehyung slapping your ass again as his lips suck on your mouth as though you are fresh water.
Another harsher spank to your ass makes you yelp, Taehyung soothing the spots as he nibbles on your lip, breathing hotly. “Your punishment for touching me, Princess.”
He then cups underneath your thighs, detaching his lips instruct in a whisper. “Jump.”
You leap off the ground, and immediately Taehyung catches you around his hips, hands cradling your body tightly against his, fronts squished together. He leads you towards one of the study tables tucked behind a grand bookshelf, ardently moaning into each other’s mouths. He knocks some books out of your way and lays you against the surface, popping off your wet lips to give you the eyes of a starving animal.
“Who am I to deny the orders of a princess?”
And oh, follow your orders he did. Taehyung passionately licked and sucked your sex so deeply, so ferally and hungrily until tears escaped your eyes. The added thrill of being possibly caught heightened your moans, Taehyung needing to clasp your noisy mouth shut, which only intensified your explosive orgasm.
It was rather humorous when Taehyung left the castle, after you had both returned at different intervals so as to not seem suspicious. Your family had served helping portions of custard. When they had all gathered to bid the handsome painter farewell, you could not help but notice something slightly glistening by his lips with the intense moonlight.
You chuckle, knowingly grinning.
“Sir Taehyung, there is just something by the corner of your mouth.” You exactly gesture towards your mouth in the same manner in which Taehyung had earlier. You lick your thumb slowly and eye him with the look of innocence you always haunted him with.
And Taehyung merely scoffs, challenging your counter with a slow drag of his tongue over his lips, licking promiscuously.
“The dinner was lovely, Your Majesties. Especially the dessert,” Taehyung fleetingly fixates his eyes on you, swiping his tongue along the inside of his cheek as though the custard wasn’t his desert at all. Your gut twists the second he opens his mouth.
➵ summary : maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.
➵ warnings : swearing, depictions of anxiety/panic attacks, mentions of therapy, mentions of throwing up, pregnancy + period talks, baby angst, so much emotion i’m so sorry T_T, multiple sex scenes, like literally all the sex you can ever think of, dom!tae, big dicc!tae, sub!reader, unprotected sex (y’all know better), oral (m. & f. receiving), sexual tension, power dynamics, fingering, pussy fondling, handjobbing, filthy dirty talk, begging, title/name kink, marking, biting, praising + soft degradation, all the creampies, so much fucking cum, cum play, mentions of public sex, finger sucking, BDSM, D/s relationship, use of straps, wax play, handcuffs, mentions of riding crops, rope, shibari, suspension, a sex tape, sexting, food play, body harnesses, gagging, role play, rough + soft sex, passionate/emotional sex, domestic sex, love-making, impregnation kink, cock-warming
➵ a/n : my note at the end ❤ thank you endlessly to my lovely wife and beta-reader @amourtae as always for having joined me for this wonderful journey and helping me along the way 🥺 i hope you enjoy, feedback means the world to me <3
➵ playlist: my universe by coldplay x bts, woman by doja cat, just the two of us by grover washington, jr., bill withers, heaven by pink $weats, slow dancing in the dark by joji
final : “we were ships in the night”
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“Yoongi!”
Your eyes water as you spot your older brother standing in your hospital room’s door frame, his smile replicating your goofy one.
“You’re here, you’re here, you’re here!” You buzz like an elated child, and accidentally tug at the I.V in your hand. You hiss in pain and Taehyung immediately cradles your shoulders, worryingly tutting you.
“Ah—baby, you have to be careful.” His eyes scan over your features for any more discomfort like the endearingly concerned husband he always is. Your heart can’t help but flutter.
You send him an understanding smile before beckoning Yoongi over with big, wide arms. He has to laugh a little and jogs right over. He greets you warmly as he engulfs you so tightly, you were sure a lung was going to burst. You squish your face into your brother’s torso as his lips press to your hair, exhaling a deep breath of relief.
“God, Y/N, I’m so glad you’re okay. I’m so, so glad.” Yoongi’s voice sounds vulnerable even if it’s muffled in your hair, his hand carefully stroking some strands. “I was so worried, I thought the worst happened and I-”
Your brother’s voice unexpectedly breaks, and you use every ounce of your being to not shed tears as you listen to him. You squeeze him tighter in response, sniffling.
“I thought I wouldn’t…” Yoongi exhales as he transfers all his strength into holding you, swallowing harshly to rid the moisture flooding his eyes. “I’m so happy you’re okay, baby sister.. so fucking relieved.”
The sincerity in his voice waters your lash line, indulging in his cozy hug, his comforting scent. Yoongi was really here, and that prospect alone made your heart bloom with happiness. “I’m here, Yoongi. I’m okay.”
Yoongi lets you go, peering at you with glossy eyes before he chuckles a little, as if knowing seeing him in tears is an extraordinary sight. You wipe your own as Yoongi then turns to your husband, inhaling pensively.
“Kid..” He says, suddenly stepping towards Taehyung and throwing his arms around the taller man. Taehyung hesitates for only a moment before he embraces your brother in return, cracking a genuine smile.
“Thank you… thank you for taking care of my sister, Taehyung. I fucking mean it.” Yoongi seems to squeeze Taehyung tighter, and your heart warms at the wholesome sight as Taehyung squeezes back.
“Of course, hyung. Anything for her.” Your husband lightly rubs your brother’s back, eyes meeting yours for a meaningful moment. “Always.”
Yoongi pats Taehyung’s back a few times before disconnecting, holding your husband’s shoulder supportively when you inquire. “Yoongi, how did you get here so fast? No way you flew on a plane that’s the speed of the Flash.”
Yoongi and Taehyung laugh together as they regard you. “Ah, of course. Being a geek is when I know my sister’s herself again.” Your brother light-heartedly jokes as Taehyung joins.
“That, and when she does the cute pouting thing.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “What? What pouting thing?” You whine as you peer between them and in fact, do the pouting thing with your lips.
Your brother and husband snicker together and lock eyes, nodding in unison. “The pouting thing.”
Growing grumpy, you roll your eyes and cross your arms with a ‘whatever, you still haven’t told me shit’. Yoongi chuckles with your husband before he settles down, addressing you seriously.
“Taehyung called me right after you were taken in. He told me everything and I just.. dropped everything immediately. Took my private jet and paid the pilot double to fly the fastest he could.”
Your lips pucker with sentiment as you listen to your brother. “Yoongi..”
“I hadn’t talked to you ever since everything happened and I just… kept seeing everything on the news.” He becomes lost recalling the past weeks of hell, vision falling to the ground. “I felt so fucking helpless in America. I wanted to leave, wanted to storm in here and fucking fix everything but shit really hit the fan for us in New York. It was a disaster.”
Guilt suddenly overwhelms you again, those same feelings of insufferable regret returning to you like a reopened wound. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi.”
Yoongi’s features immediately soften, “Hey,” he calls you gently and takes a seat on the edge of your bed, a hand coming up to rest atop your head. He gently pats you with a small smile. “It’s not your fault, baby sister. Besides, I’m not only here to see you, but I’m also here for important business, too.”
You tilt your head in confusion. “What else are you here for?”
Yoongi cracks a small grin as he locks eyes with your husband nearby, both of them shooting each other a knowing smile. You narrow your eyes between them and suddenly feel a lightbulb spark in your head, remembering Taehyung’s words earlier.
‘I won’t be doing it alone, though,’
The dots connect in your head and a physical ‘ah-hah!’ moment hits you, though your brother and husband are already a page in front.
“Tae, you do know that what you’re doing is completely going against your entire family, right?” Yoongi warns your husband pressingly. “You may lose them with this.”
Taehyung exhales heavily as he finds your brother’s concerned eyes. “I know, but it’s something that needs to be done, hyung. I can’t watch from the sidelines anymore. What everyone did to Y/N..” Your husband’s eyes flash with intense pain as his gaze falls to the floor, but an assured breath leaves his lips as he stands taller. “I’ll never forgive anyone for it. I’m making things right, she’s my family too.”
Yoongi sees the impenetrable resolve in his brother-in-law’s eyes, and he nods at Taehyung in encouragement, offering his words of advice. “You shouldn’t forget it, Taehyung. When you’re up there, be honest. The Kim Family’s always been seen as this picture perfect, almost plastic family that nobody ever believed anyway. Be sincere and break out of that mold, kid.”
Yoongi squeezes your hand then, his own tone laced with a hint of anger, of pent frustration. “Remember what they did to Y/N. As much as the Kim reputation is important, Kim Enterprises is your company, and now you get to decide not only as its CEO, but as Kim Taehyung what happens to it, to your life. You and Y/N both deserve that chance.”
Taehyung nods in confirmation as he listens to your brother, all while you dart between the two immensely serious men. You huff with an annoyed exclamation, throwing your arms in the air. “Will somebody tell me what’s going on?!”
And that’s how you found yourself here, intaking a deep breath as Yoongi supporitvely hugs you to his frame in the conference room. Taehyung wets his lips before his deep, husky timbre resounds in the mic’s feedback, your heartbeat on a highline.
“Good afternoon, press and respected guests,” he speaks eloquently, fingers clasping the button of his suit jacket shut. You hate that in such a serious moment, you can’t help but think he looks incredibly sexy in his navy blue suit.
“I have gathered you here today to discuss a pressing matter that has arisen over the last few weeks.” Your breath cinches, now understanding the discourse of his conference. If he’s going to openly address the scandal, what will he do? What will he say? You hear the small chit-chat of the press room harbouring the same questions, cameras repeatedly clicking and flashing at him.
“I am here today to address the scandal I had found myself in regarding my marriage, and the legitimacy of my relationship with my wife.” There’s a collective gasp that ripples throughout the room, growing timorous as you stand off to the side of Taehyung’s stage and podium. You feel the piercing eyes that suddenly glance over to you, clasping your brother’s suit tightly. He protectively squeezes you back.
“I believe it is my duty and right to not only address this openly, but tell you the truth behind the numerous accusations pinned on my wife and I in the recent weeks.” Taehyung clears his throat, squaring his shoulders. He appears so unshakably confident and fierce, you only wish to ever possess the same self-assurance as your husband.
“Beginning with the word scandal, I would like to clarify that this word is rather.. inaccurate. There is no scandal.” Taehyung clarifies. “Yes, in the beginning there was an element of insincerity in our actions to maintain a ruse, but as I stand here and speak to you today, I would like to admit that along the way, those actions turned into true, genuine feelings.” The room hangs onto Taehyung’s every word with curious eyes and anticipating minds. He pauses, cracking the smallest of smiles before he continues.
“It’s not a scandal at all, but a story of how I found the love of my life.”
The press all collectively widened their eyes, glimpsing at each other with confusion and eager questions. This must be what Yoongi meant that Taehyung is going against the usual traditions of his family. The public truly did seem to think the Kims were emotionless robots, so seeing the well-esteemed and seemingly stone-faced son of the family reveal such a personal element of his life; you, too, hold a hand to your quivering heart.
“This may seem uncharacteristic of me to speak of, maybe even inappropriate to some.” Taehyung takes a deep breath, grounding himself. “But I am here to not just address you as the CEO of Kim Enterprises or the son of the Kim family, I am here to speak to you as a human being, as Kim Taehyung.” He expresses earnestly, and you feel a deep sense of pride hearing him finally able to speak as his true self.
“Many people may not know this about me, but I have never fallen in love before. It was a concept I struggled with for quite some time, and never truly saw myself understanding until…” Taehyung pauses, suddenly turning towards you and locking emotional eyes. His lips curve into a wholesome smile that warms your heart.
“Until I met my wife, and everything changed.”
You watch as journalists eagerly record Taehyung’s words by scribbling notes down as though they’re in a lecture hall, listening intently. “It may seem as though our marriage was merely a hoax, a matrimony out of obligation, convenience. And I will honestly pledge that it was, our marriage was something that, while validated by a certificate, held no love or genuine feelings at all.” Taehyung honestly explains, but lifts his head high to say his next words.
“But being with her, being in her presence everyday.. I began to realize that my actions weren’t fake at all, that my feelings were more than just pretend.” His tone becomes strong with resolve. “It’s not easy for me to be this open, but what I felt for her was something undeniable, inevitable. I found that my actions did not come from a place of falsehood or obligation; they came from the bottom of my heart.” Taehyung pressed his palm to his heart, his voice so raw with candidness you could tell it was new and frightening for him. But he prevailed, held his own and watching him so valiantly persevere through his fears felt tremendously empowering.
“I realized that I no longer did things merely because she’s my wife, but because I had fallen in love with her. I desired to protect her with all my heart, to take care of her, and I can’t help but adore every little thing that makes her so uniquely her.” Taehyung pats his heart a little, smiling to himself.
“And I understand our love may not be the conventional, traditional love most know. But I like to think I found something equally as, if not more passionate than those loves, because I didn’t just find a wife with this arranged marriage. I found a partner, a best friend, a lover. I found someone who saw my flaws and still accepted me for who I am. I found someone who didn’t back down when I pushed them away, someone who intently listened to my troubles and quelled my deepest, darkest worries. Someone who.. chose me everyday, and chooses me everyday as her husband, her person, chooses me for me.” Taehyung emphasizes, speaking with deep emotion.
“It shouldn’t matter how our love began, because all that should matter is how it prospered, and has bloomed into the unbreakable, irrevocable relationship we have now. And it’s not a publicity stunt, it’s not a freakshow or an act to parade around in your headlines or to have ruthless people twist the image of. It’s a simple love, a story of how I found the love of my life, and how she found me. A story of how my wife didn’t just remain my wife, but became the center of my universe. A story of how she hung the moon in my sky, a story of how I believed love to be a waste of time, a luxury for those who live differently than me, but she came into my life and proved me wrong. A story of how I found exactly what I needed in her.” Your heart felt instantly enamoured, tearing up listening to his passionate speech.
“Whether you believe me or not, it’s not my concern. But the one thing that should be known is that I love her, the person who saw the real me, the person who shifted the axis of my world and now holds the only galaxy I believe in in her eyes. So discredit my marriage all you want, send the comments you want, defame our image all you want, but at the end of the day, none of it will matter to me. Because the only person who ever will is my beautiful, loving wife, and I’ll do anything in my power to protect her and her precious heart. Because she isn’t merely a business deal to me, she’s not an obligation or a ruse I need to uphold; she’s the person most dearest to me, she’s my love... she’s my home.”
And with a final, meaningful breath, Taehyung stands tall and proud as he rightfully says.
“She’s my life.”
You didn’t care if you cried now, clutching your palm over your shaking lips, moisture flooding your eyes.
“With that being said, it very deeply, deeply saddens me to have seen the hateful, malicious, and downright vile comments and rumours that were spread about my marriage and my wife. I would like to make it known that I do not condone nor tolerate such inhuman behavior, and will be taking serious action by means of the law.” Taehyung grips the podium with both his hands, speaking with urgency as his eyes sweep the room intimidatingly.
“Absolutely anyone that aims to smear or tarnish me or my wife’s name will be charged with defamation and harassment without hesitation, and this also applies towards any news outlets or media that spreads false or malicious narratives.” Taehyung stresses. “These events have opened my eyes to the damage online and in-person hatred can cause, and I would like to announce as the CEO of Kim Enterprises that I will be taking immediate action towards such behaviour by launching an anti-work harassment and bullying campaign.”
The information leaves your eyes widening, Yoongi simply cracking a knowing grin. It would almost seem like Yoongi is proud watching your husband, and your heart warm at the sentiment.
“In order to enforce a positive and safe working environment, I believe this to be a necessary step towards fighting any forms of harassment people may face.” Taehyung meaningfully conveys. “This will be in partnership with Unicef's anti-bullying campaign, where I would also like to announce as its newest ambassador, that I myself will be working hard to ensure hatred and mistreatment bear no place at Kim Enterprises.”
It is just so easy to admire the sheer amount of passion and drive within Taehyung, wondering how he could’ve ever believed himself an empty husk, a Kim Taehyung he didn’t know anymore. Because the Kim Taehyung you saw was simply remarkable; a strong, virtuous Kim Taehyung that motivates those around him to become better, to adopt his strength and tenacious will.
“In addition to all this, Kim Enterprises will also be announcing a new project that aims to change the preconceived notions of our company, and reshape our image into one that encourages and grows not only a brighter future, but brighter minds.” Taehyung grows nervous and clammy all of a sudden. He begins opening and closing his palms behind the podium, knowing he’s becoming a little nervous, but of course, bravely continues.
“I am very proud to announce that funds will be allocated towards building a subsidiary of learning centers all headed by Kim Enterprises.” The room appears stunned hearing such a thing, jotting down the exclusive details. “The vision of this new project is to provide those who harbour a passion for art or entrepreneurship to achieve what they strive for in life. We aim to not only cultivate talent, but provide the stepping stones one may need to chase their dreams.” Taehyung speaks so ardently and from his heart, it’s such a new, fresh look on him to see. To believe there ever was once a time his eyes could never even reveal his emotions is beyond you; he was the most passionate, hard-working man you ever knew.
“This subsidiary will allow those who dream of either owning a business or pursuing photography, or developing video games or showcasing their sculpture in an exhibition with the opportunity to explore their potential, and learn the necessary steps towards making it in this world.” Taehyung’s impassioned voice reaches the crowd, your heart glowing with happiness seeing him finally chase what he’s always dreamed of, even if it’s vicariously through others.
“I have decided to aim for such a goal as my own passion for art still burns bright within me, and drives my decision to help others who are just like me. It would make me tremendously happy to not just make personal donations, but to invoke real change by directly helping those who seek more than just a dream.”
Taehyung quickly dresses himself with a smile, one that meets his eyes and displays his beautiful teeth. And the manner in which the room collectively swoons at such a sight leaves you chuckling a little; funny how his smile is a rare occurrence to them, but an everyday blessing to you.
“With that, I would like to end this conference. Thank you for attending, and I hope my words can resonate with you as deeply as I feel them.” Your husband steps aside from the podium and respectively bows. He sends a dashing smile and waves afterwards as cameras flash in disorderly bursts, reporters and journalists alike scrambling for Taehyung’s word. They are promptly blocked by his security team, and Yoongi smiles all gummy-like as he releases you for Taehyung to take his place, precariously leading you both outside the press conference hall.
Walking down the corridor together, Yoongi quite excitedly clasps his hands together. “Shit, Tae. That was fucking genius. I knew all I had to do was round up the media.. I knew you had it in you, kid.”
“Please, I was quaking in my boots the entire time.” Taehyung waves off with a comical sigh, chuckling a little as he protectively clutches you close. “My dad’s gonna hate me for sure after that.”
“You finally got what you needed to say out there, though. And I think if anything, people will find that admirable of you.” Yoongi eases Taehyung, who matches your husband’s steps. Meanwhile, you are left with a myriad of questions, concerns and worries.
Almost telepathic at this point, Taehyung shoots a look towards you and finds a pensive finger to your lips as you think. With a charming chuckle, he boops your nose. “So, how’s that for fixing things, Princess?”
Your lips curve into a joyful grin as you peer up at him. “My husband’s truly my hero.” You dramatize, and Taehyung fondly smiles. “But the learning centers are new, are you sure that’s not too much on your plate, baby?”
“Not at all, Jagiya.” He almost coos, rubbing your arm affectionately as he leads you towards his buildings’ entrance, Yoongi busy with someone from management. “I won’t be doing it alone.”
“What, will you have Yoongi joining you again?” You drawl.
“Actually, you’ve got the wrong Min, babe.” Taehyung stops you in the middle of Kim Enterprises’ luxurious lobby, facing you with a smile he attempts to hide. He amply cups your cheeks, thumbs smoothing your skin as he beams. “Well, previously a Min. Her last name’s Kim now.”
The information computes in your head, and the second you figure it out, your eyes bug out. “Wait.. do you mean-?”
“You, Princess. It’s going to be you.” You nearly choke on your saliva, looking at your husband perplexedly as he merely peers at you with a little smile of joy and crescent eyes.
“M-me?” You point at yourself.
“Of course, sweetheart. You’ll be leading the design and architecture team of the centers and headquarters that will be built.” Taehyung readily spills the details. “And to top it all off, you’ll also become the learning facilitator and head director of this subsidiary with me.”
Surprised is too miniscule a word, maybe shocked? Stunned? No way, nonplussed was more accurate. Your jaw physically drops, the acquisition of such information in a short amount of time flabbergasting. “I.. you.. What?”
“Ugh, I knew your cute ass would react like this.” Taehyung playfully teases.
“Please excuse my baby sister, she can be quite dense sometimes.” Yoongi chimes in as he joins the conversation chortling, the kind where his shoulders laugh too, and you immediately tut him.
“Hey! When did you start taking Tae’s side?”
“Since I realized I’ve never had a younger brother, and he’s the perfect one.” Yoongi happily swings an arm around your husband’s larger frame, Taehyung also inviting him with open arms. You scoff lightheartedly, tipping your chin with pretend-annoyance.
In reality, you found their friendship adorable.
“Whatever, I still very emphatically require the details of all these arrangements. Mr. Kim.” It surprised you how once before, finding a career with Taehyung would’ve seemed as though he was stripping you of your independence, an appalling, almost ghastly violation of your principal values. However, nothing at all seemed wrong about this. Taehyung was truly building a project that was meant to help people, and it made you more than happy to contribute to such a gesture.
“And I’ll happily explain when we’re home, Mrs. Kim.” Taehyung bites back, knowing you really do love when he calls you that. You attempt to hide your smile with a sharp side-eye, Taehyung finding you too cute.
He leads you outside thereafter in order to find your car, but the three of you unexpectedly meet dozens of reporters keenly waiting outside, and flocking towards your little group almost instantaneously. You thanked the heavens for Taehyung’s burly security men, but the flashes and hollers vying for your attention displaces you, having developed quite a truma with paparazzi. You retract your arm from Taehyung’s waist then, attempting to add space between you two as you grow self-conscious, but Taehyung’s lips curve into a soft, endearing smile.
He suddenly tugs you flush against him by your waist, yelping as you land against his chest, eyes wide in questioning. “Tae, what are you doing?”
He shakes his head lightly. “What I should’ve always done from the beginning, Princess.” Your husband then, without a word, can’t help but gaze into your doe eyes he first fell for. His finger caresses underneath your chin, tipping you upwards and pressing a kiss to your soft, plushy lips.
In shock at first, panic floods you, though it's the sweet, tender feeling of Taehyung’s loving mouth against yours that eases you, calms your nerves as his warmth envelopes your once nervous figure. Suddenly, the rest of the world doesn’t exist, and even if those flashing cameras catch every piercing detail of your sealed lips, neither of you really mind at all. Because to the pair of you, only each other constituted the peaceful, joyfuly little world you two found yourselves in.
Disconnecting your meaningful kiss, you simply gaze into the other’s swirling, adoring irises. Both of you fall into that one thing you’re sure has become more than just a habit, but a natural means of expressing your irrevocable love for one another.
Looking for the sole purpose of looking. And soon enough, all the flashes and clamouring drown out, only left with feeling each other’s beating hearts, and uncontainable love for one another.
“Last Friday, the CEO of Kim Enterprises and son of the esteemed Kim Jae-in, previous tycoon of the software company, held an emergency conference meeting where he addressed the scandal allegations regarding his marriage. In a rather personal show of feelings, he detailed what’s now been deemed a public love letter to his wife…”
The TV goes on and on as you listen for some form of entertainment, spooning at some cereal. A week or so has passed since Taehyung held his conference, and as much anxiety as it gave you to ponder the result of his words, you were over the moon to report that his speech was received very well by the public.
His conference became talk of the town, not only on the news or within media articles, but all over social media. It surprised you how Taehyung’s confession had gone viral, eliciting reactions and likes all across not only Korea, but even on an international scale. Massive amounts of love, support and shockingly positive comments flooded in discussing your husband’s endearing actions, many of them even claiming it all seemed straight out of a romantic film.
It was like a breath of fresh air to finally see some kindness associated with your name, to see words that spoke of you and Taehyung in a brighter light. To the general public, he was regarded as sweet and genuine, and to the business insiders and critics, he was finally seen as someone who was not merely a copy of his stoic, impassive father.
His image as the most intimidating, stone-faced CEO was seeing change, and he’s been highly regarded for the beneficial approach he took towards building learning centers and his role in anti-bullying/hate campaigns. While he did receive the critique that his behaviour was rather unprofessional, he was still recognized for having broken out of the usual plastic Kim family mold your older brother spoke of.
Seeing the human side of a member of the usually flawless and cold-hearted Kim family dramatically turned the tide in news reports and media. Many applauded Taehyung for his honesty and the more biased reports have since dialed down, rather issuing more positive articles about your marriage. Soon the previous articles full of slander and accusations were being replaced by titles commemorating your hopeful love story.
Hate comments and such still roll in, but the law firm Taehyung hired are practically iron gates nobody can bypass. Along with the power of his legal team, filing lawsuits of defamation and harassment left and right became a much easier task.
Your relationship is something many people pry into in order to gain all the exclusive, juicy details yet to be heard of. Taehyung never answered any of the multiple requests from magazine outlets pouring in, your health having been his first and foremost priority. It took some days to get used to the constant questioning and coming out of your shell, your body still healing after you’d been discharged from the hospital.
Taehyung, like the wonderful husband he is, waited until your well-being had improved and your voice returned to its full capacity. It had grown dry and rough after the weeks you spent unable to talk, and your husband joyously celebrated your recovery by spoiling you with a multitude of gifts, dinners and affection.
And no doubt, those gifts were very much not just limited to LV bags, Chanel earrings or a reservation at Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul. Taehyung admitted that hearing your desperate moans and whimpers were something he missed dearly, and eased you back into your usual sexual shenanigans.
Whether it was his tongue, lips or fingers, he treated you to all kinds of slow, loving pleasure until your legs gave out and your throat ran raw from moaning his name. Any chance he earned, it was back to ravaging your body the way he desired, but knew you loved. It didn’t matter how many times you begged to suck him off, dug into his back with your nails for his cock or gripped him like a lifeline; he had gone far too long without you, and now yearned for every second with you.
Caught in a day dream of the incredible fingering session from last night, Testoni shoes suddenly clacking against the floor wake you up.
“Thinking about last night, huh?”
You whirl around to your husband shooting you a handsome smirk, buttoning the front of his impeccable suit. You physically attempt to not drool, Taehyung truly is the epitome of a sex God.
“Your hard-on from this morning tells me I’m not the only one.” You counter with a flutter of your lashes and cheek in your palm.
Taehyung ticks his head, chuckling. “Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning, husband of mine that fingers like a God.”
“I can’t fight you on that,” He surrenders, stalking over to you seated by the island. “You handjob like a goddess, too.”
“Mmm, you just have a size kink about my hands compared to your dick.” You bounce your brows, spooning some of your cereal as Taehyung reaches you, soft hand landing on your back. He picks up a strawberry, subsequently humming in delight.
“Mmm, I do love seeing your small hands wrapped around my big cock.” He playfully jeers, giggling together before he bends down to peck your lips. You offer your sugary spoonful of cereal to Taehyung, who wraps his plushy lips around for a bite.
“What time is the shoot today, Tae?”
“We need to be there for 10, it’s an all exclusive shoot so we’re looking at a full-day schedule.” Taehyung informs you, soon met by your sad sigh and pout.
“Are we really gonna be poked and prodded all day?” Taehyung grows sympathetic, palm finding your hair to gently soothe.
“Hey, I’ll be there, okay? Besides, I trust this magazine company the most. They’re honest about their work and good people.” His hand falters to your chin then, sending you a comforting, soft smile. His thumb strokes your cheek before he finds his charm around your neck, toying with the delicate necklace.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Princess? I know how much everything took a toll on you.” He speaks so gently, you could’ve melted into a puddle of goo. “If you’re feeling uncomfortable, we can decline them, baby, and I’ll understand.”
You nearly tear up, his irises displaying a tender gleam of unadulterated love. Even if you did feel afraid of being so out in the open again, subjected to unfiltered judgement and presented with the opportunity for your words to be twisted or picked apart, it was for the better.
“It’s okay, Tae. I can’t.. hide forever, you know?” Despite feeling okay, fear still cinched your chest revisiting the trauma you’d previously experienced, anxiety bubbling inside you any time you even stepped foot outside your home.
Taehyung sees the deep breaths you begin to take, cradling your cheeks in his large, warm palms. “If you feel anxious for even a second or close to an attack, tell me and we’ll pull the plug on everything, okay? I know you still have your nightmares, Princess.”
“I know, but I promise I’ll be fine, Tae.” You reassure your husband, clasping onto his wrist with a nod. “If you’re beside me, then nothing’s difficult.”
He grins happily at your use of his words from the hospital, spontaneously lifting you up his arms and spinning you around as you freely giggle. He couldn’t help but kiss your lips dozens of times, cherishing the melody of your laugh until a glowing Mrs. Choi appeared to inquire about you both regarding dinner.
Excitedly conversing with the kind housekeeper, you become your usual rambling self paired with an endearing Taehyung who happily listens to you. Hand stroking your hair, he couldn’t help but enjoy the image of you talking again, being yourself again.
“Yes, that’s perfect!”
“Oh, Mr. Kim, do that again.”
“Mrs. Kim, you’re looking great!”
Camera flashes, loads of standing and honest to God’s work later, you and Taehyung lounge against a white, plain background as a team of makeup artists and stylists pamper your expensively dressed selves.
Your third photoshoot into the day was rolling surprisingly well, as did the interview you previously shot with Taehyung. It went surprisingly smooth, Taehyung and his management team having prepped you both regarding certain questions and how to answer them. Being honest was key. After all, your sincerity would end up winning the crowd over, not some scripted theatre performance. The female host was a welcoming and kind woman, praising you both for the earlier shots of a more whimsical, fairytale-like concept while the other was more playful and charming, toy bubble guns and confetti.
The interview was downright wholesome, and your heart grew three times its size anytime you heard Taehyung speak of you with so much love. You nearly teared up.
You attempt to stifle your laughter now as Taehyung makes a funny face mid-nose pamper, already finding his little hair clip sweeping away his fringe adorable. You hate how it funnily contrasts his sexy three piece suit.
Deeming the little touch-up break over for all on set, your photographer sets the pair of you up for your last set of photos.
Taehyung is instructed to sit upon a white block that camouflages into the background. You nearly choke as you watch him effortlessly position himself, long legs spread out before him with a hand resting at his hip. You hate that his Godforsaken Tom Ford suit hugs him like a second skin, and his hair is so impeccably set with a classic comma hairstyle, a few pieces falling against his forehead that make your insides twist.
He’s already in model mode too, appearing like a fucking five course meal you want to gobble up this instant.
In the midst of drooling, the photographer calls you out of your trance. You whip around to him politely repeating himself. “Mrs. Kim, since this is a couple’s shot, you may position yourself however you like with Mr. Kim.”
Clearing your throat, you try not to take that instruction as an innuendo, already seeing the subtle smirk that plays onto Taehyung’s attractive lips. You roll your eyes, approaching your husband in your stellar outfit; light grey, Tom Ford cinched blazer sans a shirt or bra underneath. The blazer’s v-line cuts just enough to offer some boob without it being too showy, and you wear shorts small enough underneath that your legs are left bare, appearing as though you only wear the blazer.
While it scared the life out of you to dress so unabashedly, you wanted your return to the media to be strong, and your image taken back. No longer was the so-called spoon-fed and shut-in wife of Kim Taehyung. Now that you had also been named as a key facilitator of Taehyung’s new subsidiary, Taehyung explained that you would be the head director of all his learning centers, not just the architect designing them. He knew of your high-level education, not just having done architecture but also your little secret of double majoring you don’t speak of very often.
“Y-you double majored in business administration?! At SNU?!”
“Yeah, I told you I wanted to build a name for myself. I couldn’t exactly do that just off an architecture degree, so I completed enough courses to earn a double major in business administration.”
“Holy fuck, I think that just made me hard. That’s sexy.”
“Not as sexy as you, hotshot CEO with his MIT degree and Silicon Valley experience. Did you really think I didn’t know what you were talking about every time you talked business with me?”
“I mean, I knew you were intelligent and understood me but a whole degree… you could be my co-ceo with those qualifications.”
“Now that’s where we stop, because A) I could never handle the stress of being a CEO. B) we’d probably end up fucking more often than getting actual work done and C), I would find it much hotter if you’re my boss. You’re older than me and that’s sexy.”
“Only by a year, babe.”
“And it’s still hot.”
“Does it turn you on that you’ll be fucking your boss that also happens to be your husband?”
“Mmm, yes. Because I’m the only one you can bend over your desk and punish when my photocopies are fifteen minutes late.”
“Fuck, I should bend you over right now for that bratty tone.”
The conversation still makes you laugh. You figured it was your time to shine, to show the public you’re not afraid of them anymore. You weren’t just Kim Taehyung’s wife, no, you were your own person with her own goals, ambitions and passions, and you’d reflect that through this photoshoot. You were going to be the head director of a subsidiary, you were going to be you, and you were intelligent; powerful, fierce, unstoppable.
Taehyung eyes you as though you’re the five-course meal as you approach him, licking his lips with an obvious up-and-down scan that shows everyone in the room how whipped he is.
You feel your chest swell with pride.
Holding out his arm for your form to fit him like a puzzle piece, his eyes swim with inextinguishable attraction. “Mmm, she’s wearing my necklace.” He whispers all-too-lowly once you reach him, palm encircling your waist with a little rub.
You then delicately touch the Harry Winston diamond platinum necklace he recently spoiled you with. It decorated your neck beautifully, and just perfectly matched your power outfit. And as much as you scolded Taehyung for it’s exorbitant price, you had to say it was a gorgeous necklace.
“How would you like me positioned, Mr. Kim?” Your voice harbours a small hint of suggestion, and Taehyung cocks a brow as he tilts his head up, peering at you.
“I’d like you to be positioned for me in many ways, Mrs. Kim.” He pats his thighs, tongue dragging across the inside of his cheek because he knows how weak it makes you. You bite your lip, comfortably seating yourself atop Taehyung’s thigh, legs dangling in the middle of his manspreading legs. He immediately pulls you flush against him once his hands find your waist, gripping quite promiscuously.
You squeal a little, whispering to Taehyung with a shy smile. “Keep it classy, Tae. Everyone’s watching us.”
“Mmm, let them. They’ll know this pretty girl’s all mine.” You giggle a little as his nose presses against your jaw, and the photographer snaps a few candids of you two.
“That’s perfect, Mr. and Mrs. Kim, keep going!” You’re both sweetly encouraged by the photographer, and Taehyung takes it upon himself to begin tickling you, squirming in your husband’s hold.
“Taehyung! You know that’s my weak spot!”
“What? I told you I love seeing your laugh.” He fights back, smothering you in a cozy embrace as you smile brightly. It’s all smiles, hugs and endearing photos of pure love that are captured, thankful for the free, friendly environment of this photoshoot.
“Alright, now we’ve got the power photos. We need you both classy, strong and fierce.” The photographer instructs, completely into his vision. “Again, you may pose how you wish, though we do have some suggestions.”
The photographer then guides you to stand behind Taehyung, and get your hands on his chest, with Taehyung holding a hand of yours with a power pose. Your husband occasionally positions himself with different angles, face turned inwards or towards you as your bold red lip contrasts the neutral colours of your Tom Ford suits.
Next, it’s a position that places you as the center. You’re seated on the block and Taehyung’s instructed to enclose your upper arms with one of his own, chin resting atop your head as you cradle his bicep. A few snaps of different angels and facials later, it’s a full out photoshoot of varietal poses.
Some are taken with Taehyung’s jacket stripped off and hung over his shoulder, your hands pressed to his chest. Some are snapshotted of you both from a ground-level view, looking down at the camera; you’re both even directed to seem as though you’re stepping on the camera. Then it’s the intimate, more steamy photos. His hands around your waist, one of yours on his jaw, his nose dipped into your neck, gazing into each other’s eyes.
The photographer even catches another candid when Taehyung purposefully breathes hard to tickle your skin, breaking out into wholesome laughter together. You and Taehyung review the photos and happily commend the aesthetic results, electing to certainly have some for your keeping.
You and your husband are then advised of an hour break, having been at it practically all day. You thank the heavens for some time off and are allocated time to rest in your dressing rooms. Making quick steps towards the quiet upscale space, you swing the door open quicker than Taehyung can yawn.
“God, I’m exhausted.” You lament, hands clasping onto the makeup desk before an illuminated, LED mirror. You pucker your lips as you assess your lipstick.
“I told you photoshoots are a lot of work, Princess.” Taehyung reminds you, loosening the tie around his neck. You attempt to not gush in your panties, his reflection in the mirror the utter description of sex on legs. You watch his fingers twiddle with the knot of the tie, tugging it looser as he steps towards you, his eyes fixated on your body.
Your nipples were already hardened from the constant breeze you earned without a shirt, and your small shorts made you feel nearly naked, Taehyung’s eyes on your ass you know he loves oh so much. You see him lick his lips delectectably, and his salacious eyes shift from your ass to meet you in the reflection.
“Not this much, it still feels like we’re some freak show.”
Taehyung does sigh a little, lips sealed together in a sympathetic manner, his arms slowly winding around your waist. He cradles you in his warm hold as he gently presses your back to his front, soothing your tummy. “I know, baby. But it’s best we show everyone our truth. They’ll stop bothering us that way.”
With a huff, you roll your eyes as you glide your fingertips over his beautiful, slender hands, Taehyung pressing small, tender kisses to your neck. You try not to moan.
“Are you alright, though?” Taehyung’s lips reach your ear. You find his eyes in the mirror, his irises softening as he asks. “Do you feel okay with this? The interview, the photos? It’s not too much too soon?”
The concern is written all over his features, making your heart glow. “I’m okay, Tae, really.” You reassure him, rubbing his forearms around your affectionately. “You were right about the company being good. Besides.. It was time for me to come out of hiding, you know?”
“It wasn’t hiding, baby, it was healing.” Taehyung softly corrects you, tucking some hair behind your ear to see you better. “And if you need more time, then you can always say so.”
Your lips fall into an endeared pout, nuzzling your head into his neck. “I promise I’m okay, baby. Everything’s always okay with you.” Taehyung falls in love with your reassuring smile, dipping down for an amorous kiss.
“That’s great, Princess.” He encourages. “Besides, you look fucking sexy in this outfit, so I’m actually glad we did this photoshoot,”
You chuckle, humming just to chide him as your eyes meet in the mirror. “Mmm, you’re all whipped for some skin, Mr. Kim?”
“Very.” Taehyung emphatically expresses. “Besides.. we talked about the positions I wanted you in earlier, huh?” Taehyung whispers in your ear, lips skimming the shell and sending shivers down your spine. You bite your lip and crane your neck for more of his slow, sensual kisses, only jolted back to reality when Taehyung’s large palms encase your stomach with a harsh grip.
“This one brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Taehyung’s low, dangerously lustful tone reverberated inside you, eyes locking with him in the mirror. You watch him gently bite at your ear, ensuring you can see the wild gleam in his eyes.
Suddenly, this image seems familiar, and you’re reminded of the heated fingering session Taehyung supplied you with in his bathroom. You remembered the very vivid details of his freshly showered body, nearly naked and soaking wet hair; long, slender fingers with rings thrusting into your sex as he made you watch your pathetic self in the mirror.
You can’t help but squirm for him to do the same, gripping the desk harshly enough you hear scratching sounds. Taehyung smirks by your hair, breathing out a laugh.
“So she remembers.”
You nibble hard on your lip, attempting to not become turned on by the way Taehyung strokes your stomach, and ever-so-teasingly dips towards your abdomen, Taehyung intertwining his fingers with yours against the desk, grasping them as his nose pressed into the top of your neck. With a deep, heated exhale, he speaks huskily.
“You wanna know what position I want you in?”
Your core buzzes, and you vibrate with arousal so yearnful you can’t even think straight.
“Y-yes, Tae..”
Taehyung then steps outs and rapidly clasps your hips, spinning you around. He tugs your ass back on crotch, sealed tight against him as you squeal with delight. He presses your body into the makeup desk, now face to face with your reflection in the mirror. His palms circle and smooth your ass cheeks as you gasp, watching his hungry eyes as he admires you in full.
“Mmm, so sexy from the back, Princess.”
“Tae..”
He bites his lower lip, hissing in pleasure.
“Remember when I said I could’ve just fucked you from behind in our bathroom?” The venereal edge of this tone nearly makes your eyes roll back, legs pushing together to manage your arousal. You nod senselessly, so eagerly watching his every move in the mirror. He lowers his lips to your ear, ensuring you that eye contact is key as he meets them in your reflection.
“How about I fuck you like that right now?”
You gush like a waterfall, instantly releasing your arousal into your sticky panties and you’re physically keening. The sound of your moaning at just his words makes something twitch in Taehyung’s pants, feeding into the way he massages and grabs your ass to his desire. Though just as your mind begins drifting off into a pure bliss, Taehyung surprises you.
Suddenly, you’re jerked awake when he grapples one hand around both your wrists, capturing them behind your back. He simultaneously shoves your shoulder against the desk, sighing as you feel his slightly tented crotch near your dripping pussy, wild eyes burning into yours.
“What are you doing, Kim Taehyung?”
“Did you really think you could wear nothing underneath this blazer and get away with it?”
You roll your eyes, challenging his look. “I didn’t choose the clothes. You know it was the stylist-”
“No, not that.” He cuts you off, voice so velvety smooth you could’ve moaned. He grabs your wrists a little harder, and even dares to bend down far enough so that he hovers above your bent body, wetting his lips.
“I mean, how dare you turn me on and make me want to fuck you in front of a studio of people?”
You shiver, physically shiver when he utters his words with such a sexy edge to his voice, you bite your lip to subside your horniness. You roll your eyes however at his behaviour, staring him square in the face.
“What do you want from me, Kim?”
“Ouu, did I just hear attitude?” Taehyung hisses pleasurably, eyes mirthy and smug, and that’s when you know he’s already got something cooking in his mind.
“Depends on what’ll happen if you did.” You shrug, and Taehyung scoffs under his breath.
He maintains eye contact with you as his hand slowly slides down your bare chest, unable to break his penetrating stare. His fingers find the one button clasping your blazer shut, and he deftly slides it through, unbuttoning the blazer. You inhale a shaky breath, squirming slightly as his warm fingertips glide down your bare midriff and stomach, blazer covering your breasts until he suddenly cups your sex.
You moan, legs pressing him between your thighs as he begins touching your clothed cunt, watching your every reaction with undivided attention.
“God, did you know I just love seeing you moan?” He states so matter-of-factly as he stares down your reflection, that alone makes you sigh erotically. He groans himself, maintaining an addicting pace over your pussy lips that leaves you clutching you digging your nails into the back of his hand.
“Taehyung..”
“The way I want to rearrange your guts right now,” he practically growls by your ear, losing himself in stroking your now dampening slit. “Is insane.”
“F-fuck you.” You breathe out, hiding your face as you feed into the motion of his magical fingers, but a harsh tug at your wrists calls your attention back to your reflection.
“Fuck me, right?” Taehyung jeers, but his voice is dripping sex you so eagerly wish to lick up. “Look at yourself.”
His husky, dominant voice demands your eyes, and you fall victim to his irresistible power, growing weak once you watch yourself become a mess for him.
“Shut up,” you frustratingly sigh, frustrated because you’re getting so riled up over just his fingers, and by how badly he has you whipped.Taehyung chuckles dryly, lowering himself right by your ear canal and whispering in the lowest range you’ve ever heard.
“Make me.”
Your husband then latches onto your shorts and panties, quickly tugging them past the flesh of your ass, core exposed to the dressing room’s air conditioned room. You whimper a little, feeling Taehyung’s clothed body against your sopping center light up your erogenous zones.
Taehyung then purposefully presses his clothed crotch against you, and you immediately feel your guts coil with the memory of him inside you. It feels intoxicating like this, his bulge so delicious against your pussy you needed him to rearrange your stomach this instant.
It’s been long, far too long since he’s plunged his thick, meaty cock inside you and you were about as starved as someone attending Thanksgiving dinner.
Craning a hand back, you grip onto his hip and tug him closer to you, meeting his dangerous eyes with your very hooded, lustful ones.
“Tae, please… please fuck me.”
Your dampened core nestles against his crotch further as Taehyung breathes a dark laugh, entertained by how absolutely horny you are for him. He grips you harshly, lips finding your neck to torturously kiss as little breaths of pleasure escape you.
“Tae-”
“Beg for it.”
You sigh out in sheer ecstasy, Taehyung beginning to gently grind his clothed cock against you, and the friction of his dress pants leaves you bunching your hands into fists against the makeup desk. You don’t care with a single cell in your body if you look submissive as fuck begging him for a fuck, because shit, are you his submissive in every right of the word right now.
“Taehyung.. Ugh, please.. Please put your cock inside me. I want you so badly.” Your head dips when he grips your hips and tugs you back on his dick, practically dry-fucking you at this point.
You shut your eyes and moan to yourself, only for Taehyung’s hand to suddenly grip your jaw and force you to look at your reflection, eyes fiery and wild.
“Look at me when you beg for me.”
You gush, you squirm and your guts twist tighter together because the feral gleam in Taehyung’s eyes shows you he hasn’t fared well since his little self-proclaimed chastity until you’re healthy again program. He needs to hear you say it, he wants it. He wants you a mess for his cock until he unravels into his very own work of ark; and fuck, would you give it to him.
“Please please please, Taehyung. I just.. It’s been so long, and I need you.”
Taehyung visibly tenses hearing your innocent, whiny tone, licking his lips as he peers at you below him.
“Use my title.”
“Mr. Kim.. I need you, please.”
“What do you need?”
“Your cock…” You sigh out when he pushes his bulge against you again, pussy aching to be filled. “I need your cock inside me, Mr. Kim. I can’t… I can’t take it anymore, daddy.”
Taehyung physically shivers, hissing in euphoric pleasure as he hears his other title. He knows you’re getting desperate now, and hearing your pretty voice beg left him harder than a fucking rock.
“Fuck.. you’re not too tired, right?” Taehyung begins pushing his dress pants down, pupils dilated to an obsidian black as a hand mindfully strokes your lower back.
“I’m.. never too tired for my husband’s dick.” You breathe with a fucked out smile, Taehyung sexily smirking.
Your suggestive, sexy eyes are what do him in, stroking you as though he’s preparing you for his cock, ready to plough you into next week. “You’re quite horny, aren’t you, Princess?”
You laugh a little, attempting to fire back at him but the press of his thick cock against your wet pussy lips leaves you breathless. You moan erotically, Taehyung cursing under his breath as he rubs through your folds, slow and steady, teasing your hole that pulses for him.
He lets out a heady groan, throwing his head back as he taps his leaking tip against your spasming hole.
“Fuck, look at this pussy. So fucking hungry for my cock, huh?” He chides you, feeling arousal infiltrate every nerve in your body as you ignite.
“Well, how dare you wear something so sexy and think I won’t want to fuck you in front of a studio of people?” You mimic him from earlier, tone dripping with saccharine sweetness. Taehyung scoffs as he progressively grows harder, rubbing deeper. He immediately grapples the blazer draping your upper body and sheds it off at light speed, irises a dark shade of carnality. He exposes your breasts and begins kneading one to his desire, thumb swiping over a nipple as he sends you a shit-eating grin.
“Mmm, my baby’s all hot and bothered by me in a suit, huh?”
“And mine’s all putty for me not wearing anything underneath a blazer?”
You punish him back by grind your ass against his bulbous tip, the both of you stupidly increasing the movement of your actions; you frantically glide and push Taehyung through your pussy lips, all while Taehyung keeps a hand on a tit while the other guides his cock to fondle your engorged clit. You moan and shudder as you work each other relentlessly, moans and groans harmonizing in the dressing room, breaths melding into one fucked out rhythm.
“F-fuck you,” you breathe underneath your beast of a husband. “You’re breaking first.”
“N-no I’m not,” Taehyung surprisingly stutters, red, angry tip tickling your little bud as you moan in ecstasy. “You are, dirty fucking girl.”
And within a second, Taehyung latches himself onto your neck, as though he were a vampire going for the kill. You let out a loud, high-pitched moan as he begins sensually, and slowly mouthing at your neck, kissing as though he were made to worship every inch of your skin.
“This-this isn’t fair.” You somehow get out through moans, free hand slithering into his hair and tugging him like a lifeline, but it only adds to his wildness.
He breathes a scoff. “All is fair in love and war, sweetheart.”
You want to wring him out for his wittiness, following his own words and fucking yourself onto his cum-coated cock. He moans against your skin, the sound vibrating throughout every cellular level inside your body. You moan pronogrphically when he picks up the speed on your tit and clit, while you mercilessly rock back onto his cock.
It becomes a heated session of kissing, fondling and grinding, Taehyung surely not caring for whatever marks he leaves on your neck or the unabashed touching, and so you follow the same sentiment. You roll your ass against him faster, feeling the bouts of pre-cum that leak from his tip and the amount he bucks into your dripping sex.
Taehyung erupts with a groan, needing to pop off your neck and let himself breathe. You take this as your opportunity to strike and immediately reach between your legs to cup his balls. Taehyung jerks almost violently, a shaky moan escaping him as he leans his temple against yours, his hands movements nearly ceasing altogether.
“Now that,” he breathes harshly, feeling his cock pulse deliciously against your needy hole. “That wasn’t fair.”
“Mmm,” you hum in satisfaction, jeering him. “All is fair in love and war, baby.”
You then apply pressure to his heavy balls, knowing how much cum he’s probably got stored in them. You begin massaging and squeezing him gently, almost coaxing more pre-cum out of him. The most entertaining part of it all is the way Taehyung grows weak by the second, huffing and puffing, skin sweaty and becoming flush as he digs his fingers into your hips, losing himself.
“Y/N.. I.. fuck.”
“Mm? Did you say something, Mr. Kim?”
“Fuckkk.” He groans out, the low rumble of his voice music to your ears. He’s going insane and you can see it. All he witnesses is your naked skin and his fingers imbuing his desperation into you, wetting his lips as sheer hunger overcomes him, completely losing it.
“Put me in.”
“Huh?”
“I said put me in, now.” Taehyung urges you, his tone much more strict as he squeezes your hips from behind, but you’ve always adored it when he gets a little rough.
“But I’m having so much fun-”
“Put me in right now or I’ll drill this cunt fucking raw.”
The authoritative edge in his deep, baritone voice leaves you moaning, honestly thanking God he gave in because the second you wrapped a hand around his shaft, and pushed his erect, thick cock inside your spasming, dripping hole; you knew you needed him more than anything this instant.
“Fuckkk me.” Taehyung curses again, your velvet, warm walls smothering his cock like a tight cocksleeve he calls home, and he throws his head back in pleasure. You similarly groan out, letting him slowly sheath himself inside your tight, tight pussy.
“Oh God, baby. So big… so fucking big.”
“Yeah? You like it big?” You entirely clench around him when he talks dirty to you, having heard the filthiest of words from his mouth, but they never lose their arousing effect in that baritone voice of his.
“Fuck me, Taehyung. Oh fucking hell..” You feel him deep and you feel him everywhere, pussy walls hugging him with a warm welcome back as you go mad. You just feel so delectably full, his cock so wet and meaty inside you the sudden pain slowly dulls into an addicting pleasure.
“Baby..” Taehyung breathes harshly.
“Taehyung.. I can’t.. Fuck.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“No, no.” You immediately stop him, Taehyung’s hands soothing your hips as he kisses your shoulder blade. He watches your expression through the mirror, hips frozen from moving as you adjust. “I want you to fuck me so badly.”
“Yeah? My good girl wants to be fucked?” Your toes curl and your pussy gushes a waterfall at his words, moaning when the extra wetness eases the size of him inside you.
“Talk-talk more, talk to me more.” You encourage him in a haze, gently lifting yourself up to meet his amorous eyes in your reflection. Taehyung steadily draws himself out of your cunt, and fucks himself back with a soft, considerate thrust.
“My Princess is just so dirty, isn’t she?” Taehyung whispers by your ear as he maintains eye contact, taking the liberty to mouth and nibble at your lobe, palms gliding up and down your pliant body.
“Letting me fuck her in the dressing room of our photoshoot?” He eggs you on, plunging back into your sex after pulling out, and fuck does it feel like absolute heaven. “You liked the way I touched you during our photos? Wanted me to put you in positions for me, huh?”
God, the mouth on this man. It’s almost sad he has such a rideable face, because if you rode it you wouldn’t be able to hear the absolutely filthy words he so casually utters, especially in that gravelly, sexy, low voice of his.
“Baby, your cock.. feels so good.”
“Yeah? Feels nice and big inside your tight little pussy?”
You moan so pathetically it’s more like a whimper, forgetting all forms of pace and reaching back for him to fuck you harder, and Taehyung instantly takes the hint. He begins fucking inito your sex from behind faster, deeper, enjoying this gorgeous view of you from the back.
“Oh God, baby, you’re so fucking sexy from the back.” Your husband bites his lip to contain a feral groan, thrusting into you with vigor and purpose. The wet drag, the slippery meat of his cock just moves so gracefully, so easily inside your sticky ex you can’t help but cling to the makeup desk like a koala, Taehyung your only sense of sanity.
“Taehyung..”
“Mmm, so pretty when you moan my name.” Taehyung pecks your shoulder, gripping the globes of your ass apart as he makes more room for himself to drill into your cunt.
“So pretty when you take my cock, baby girl. My perfect fucking girl.” He praises you through lustful thrusts, and it heightens every sensation of pleasure inside you, working yourself back on his throbbing cock enough your bare breasts bounce against the desk beneath you. Your essence mixed his pre-cum must be staining his suit, knowing you’ll both leave a mess, but nothing can stop your need for sex after so long without it.
“Taehyung.. You feel so good. Feel so, so good. Oh my God-” your own moan cuts you off, Taehyung constantly shoving himself deep inside as you meet him in the middle with his own hips. He moans and groans so loudly himself as he fucks your pussy, it only fuels your own.
“Feels so good when I’m inside you, baby.” Taehyung rasps, lips hanging open as he concentrates on fucking you, hips slapping against your and filling the room with lewd sounds. “Just love you squeezing my fat cock.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck-” You could cry, you feel every nerve inside you bursting as you rut relentlessly back on him, chasing your pleasure like a pathetic mess because that’s exactly what he makes you. Your eyes falter for a mere second and Taehyung cuffs a hand around your throat, lifting your head.
“Don’t you dare stop watching yourself.” You moan as you maintain eye contact with him, watching his hips smack yours as you lose your breath, tears brimming your eyes from his choking.
“Look at you, so pathetic for my cock.” Taehyung growls by your ear, and the shivering bass leaves the foundation of your soul trembling. “My pretty slut, so fucking pretty.”
Taehyung starts supplying thrusts that nearly make you scream. Your maons are in fact pathetic and pornographic, but nothing was off the table when your husband was fucking you like his life depends on it. He curses and swears underneath his breath, fucking you with such hunger, love and passion he hopes goddamn near puts a baby in you.
Taehyung’s pulsing hard, and he knows he’s close. His hand slithers down to your clit, and begins massaging your bud with the pads of his fingers, earning a desperate mewl from you.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum, baby.” He warns you. “Cum with me.”
“I’m close, I’m so close, Taehyung.. Ah-!” He’s rubbing your wetness all over your engorged clit and you’re home bound, feeling him repeatedly fuck into your guts like he was made to. You watch yourselves intently in the mirror, Taehyung’s expression of sheer pleasure and carnality flaring up your pussy by ten sizes.
Masterfully fondling your clit, Taehyung begins slamming his cock into you as euphoria floods your mind, fucking and rubbing and groaning so much the coil in your gut fiercely snaps. You feel an orgasm wash over you as Taehyung releases spurts of his cum inside you, both of them moaning in unison. He soothes your hip as he talks you through your high, cock slowly fucking his cum into you.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Cream my cock.” He rasps, his breaths shallow. “Such a good girl, always takes me so well.”
Hr rewards you with grateful kisses to your neck and shoulder, slow, sweet and sensual. You hum in satisfaction as your post-orgasm bliss hits you, gazing at him with hooded eyes and a slack jaw.
“Seems you can’t.. give your suit back.. Sailor.” You call attention towards the cum the stains Taehyung’s clothes, his eyes darting towards the mess, and you both chortle together.
“Guess I’ll take it home and put it with the other seventy-two suits you’ve gotten your cum on.” The pair of your snicker together as Taehyung’s cock softens inside your sex, cum dribbling down your thighs with his slack coated in your essence, but you couldn’t help but look at each other with uncontainable heart eyes.
It’s funny how much your life has changed. Not just in the sense of your relationship with Taehyung or the drastic transition from utter depression into some normalcy, some happiness. But the changes even presented themselves in quite odd, very unsuspecting ways.
The most being your father showing up at your doorstep.
“I’m divorcing your mother, Y/N-ie.”
The information hit you like a freight train, blinking multiple times to process the words. “W-what?”
“Would it be alright if I come inside?” Your father tentatively asks, and you immediately shuffle over, opening the door wider.
“Of course, dad. Come in.”
You politely seated him with you in the living room, offering him tea and Mrs. Choi insisted she’d brew some for you both. You allowed your father to become comfortable, observing the skittish way he fidgeted quite awkwardly. The pair of you haven’t quite reconciled ever since the disastrous meeting you both had in Mr. Kim’s study. You can clearly sense that there’s an elephant in the room, and it’s apparent he notices it as well.
“Is Taehyung home?”
“No, he’s at work.” You answer.
“Ah, that’s a shame, I wanted to speak with him too. He must be busy with the new subsidiary.” Your father chuckles a little, attempting to make small talk.
“Yeah, especially since he’s playing such an active role in the process. He’s working very hard.” You gently smile recalling last night, finding your handsome slumbering on his desk; all pretty lips sealed together and glasses half-falling off his gorgeous face. Taehyung’s always so adorable when he’s snoozing away, having needed to lightly shake him awake and guide him towards your shared room like a child who fell asleep on the couch.
“That’s amazing for him, Y/N. I’m very proud of his most recent announcement.”
You nod, beating around the bush. “You… watched his conference?”
Your father softens, sighing a little. “Of course I did, Y/N. You know I’ve never doubted how hard-working and sincere Taehyung is. It’s one of the only reasons I ever agreed to let him marry you.”
Those words leave the air rigid between you both, visions only interlocking some times and evading in others. It’s your father that speaks, swallowing before he does. “I really admired his speech, Y/N-ie. He seems to… love you very deeply.”
You’re not sure how to react, recalling the words your father spat at you that day of the meeting. The fact that he could disregard you so easily in the presence of a higher power always irked you, but it was more so his deafening silence that elicited your anger. He barely protected you in any way, leaving it all for your husband to do, and yet the room had the audacity to question his love for you.
Wetting your lips, you attempt to subside the pain in your chest.
“But I also know now that you very deeply love him too, Y/N-ie. And I..” He pauses, growing serious. “I apologize for having spoken to you the way I did that day. My emotions were heightened, and the stress of the company was on my shoulders, not to mention your mother.”
“What about her, dad? Are you really going to divorce her?” You recall the reason why he even visited you.
He sighs even greater now, so much so that his shoulder’s droop. “It wasn’t an easy decision… but, yes. I believe it’s time we go our separate ways.” Your father admits. “I love her, I still do, because part of me knows the woman she used to be. But when she.. ridiculed you for your panic attack, especially when we all know your long history with anxiety, it terribly disturbed me.”
You soften as you listen to your father, feeling your chest lighten. “I know it’s not new, and I know how many times she’s devalued and belittled your anxiety before, but I believe it’s a way for her to neglect her own issues. A defense mechanism.” He theorizes, looking towards you, with eyes a shade of genuity.
“And while I may understand that, I do not believe it right for her to use you as a defence mechanism, it’s so terribly wrong.” He reaches out to hold your hand, cradling it meaningfully. “Shortly after you and Taehyung left the Kim residence, so did your mother and I. It was the first time in months I had seen her, and we had gotten into a fight about her behaviour towards you. It escalated to the point in which… here I am, informing you of our divorce.”
“Do you seriously mean that, dad? You won’t be bound to mom anymore?” You weren’t shocked by such information, exactly. You always knew with the absence of your mother, came the natural neglect of communication between your parents. It usually reared its ugly head whenever the topic was you. Your parents were so starkly different whenever you were the subject, and only remained a continuous wedge in their relationship.
“Mm, I really do still love her. But.. she’s not the woman I love anymore, she’s changed. And I will not tolerate her placing such horrid expectations on my children or treating them so horribly anymore.” Your father reaches out and brings his palm atop of your head, endearingly patting your hair.
“You know how much I love you and your brother, Y/N-ie.” He smiles brightly, eyes sweet and kind. “You are both my greatest pride.”
Now it was time for your eyes to water, nearly choking up as you swallow back the urge to cry. “You’re our greatest pride too, dad. Thank you.”
“Don’t say thank you, Y/N-ie. I’m just.. sorry it took me so long.”
You saw it coming, you did. Your father deserved this, to finally be free and not have to choose either his children or his wife, didn’t have to remain this constant tie that kept your dysfunctional family together. He could move on, you could move on, you could finally be without your mother’s incessant mistreatment of you and find some true, healing peace within yourself.
So why did you still feel a sense of sadness within you?
Was it the residual pain of what she did? Suddenly remembering all the times your mother laughed at your panic attacks? Disregarded your mental health? Or did you actually feel.. upset that you would be losing your mother? That the gap between herself and your family would now be solidified? Apparent and confirmed?
Why did you even care about losing her at all?
These are all the questions that swarmed your head. Even when your father left, having bid a kind farewell and reconciled with you, you couldn’t find your answers at all. Even when Taehyung came home to you nearly catatonic in bed that night, and worriedly asked what’s troubling you. You merely shrugged him off with a proclamation of exhaustion.
It was the next day that you explored your feelings with your therapist, sulking on his leather couch as you spoke whatever came to your mind.
“I don’t know.. if I feel this way because I’m upset about losing her.”
“She’s your mother, Y/N.” Dr. Hyo adds. “Every child would feel some form of loss when losing a parent, no matter what relationship you may harbour with them.”
“But I’m still mad at her, you know?” You rise from your reclined position. “She never even apologized for anything she did, so why do I feel sad? As though I’m losing such a big part of myself?”
Dr. Hyo contemplates his answer, pen tapping his pad of notes. “Maybe it’s because she fulfilled a role in your life you didn’t even know she had.”
You tilt your head in confusion. “What role?”
“An outlet, Mrs. Kim.” He sympathetically answers. “In your mind, she was the projection of all your hatred, your sadness and sorrow, but also the same woman who tucked you in at night, read you bedtime stories and cut apple slices for you when you went to school. Her role was multifaceted to you.”
You listen intently, feeling a pang of pain in your chest recalling memories of her. “She still means something to you, Mrs. Kim. Even if she was a projection of all your negative feelings. Being without that can leave us feeling… unbalanced, unfamiliar, lost, even more so when it’s someone so close to us.”
You soak in Dr. Hyo’s words, exhaling pensively. “Maybe it’s for the better…”
“Perhaps, Mrs. Kim. It will always be your decision how you feel.” The kind doctor reminds you. “Whether you feel positively or negatively, your feelings will always be valid.”
You exhale to relieve the cinching of your heart, a million questions and second-guessing clouding your head. Dr. Hyo seems to notice the emotional pitfall you’ve found yourself in, politely ending the session with a reminder to see him next week.
Pushing open his office door, you take a deep breath as you clutch your MK purse, peering around the clinic. Mind a mess of Dr. Hyo’s words, your eyes suddenly focus right in front of you, and surprisingly find your husband standing just down the hall.
He cracks an impeccable smile, adorned with a fitting, show-stopping Louis Vuitton suit that’s draped by a stunning tweed overcoat. His scarf adds a subtle touch of Taehyung to his look that can only make your heart speed up. In his hands, he clasps a bouquet of pretty, pink peonies, nearly crying at the wonderful sight.
Your heels clack against the floor as you hurtle towards Taehyung, who holds out his arms as he watches you with a smile that’s just too bright for this world. He swoops you up in his arms when yours are thrown around his torso, breathing in the scent of his cologne, feeling his tender warmth, the embrace of his familiar, broad frame.
“Hi, gorgeous.” He chuckles a little, lips pressed to your hair. You break away to gaze into his eyes, chin resting against his chest. “Hi.”
“Let’s get going, yeah?” You happily welcome the sweet rumble of Taehyung’s baritone voice, his arm clutching you to his side as he walks you out of Dr. Hyo’s clinic. He hands you the beautiful peonies and you smile that wondrous smile Taehyung can’t help but whole-heartedly adore.
“Mmm, they smell lovely today.” You embrace the flowers.
“Do you mean to say they don’t smell lovely every other time I get them?” Taehyung playfully challenges. You lightly jab his side, Taehyung falsely exclaiming as though you caused him true harm.
“They’re always lovely if they come from you.”
Taehyung cracks a smug grin. “Guilty as charged, yet again. Sooner rather than later I won’t make bail, honey.”
“Well, a handsome face like yours is truly illegal, anyway.” Taehyung giggles with you as he hugs you tighter, leaning into his side with a happy sigh. You follow his steps towards his car down the street, enjoying the autumn weather that graces the fresh air.
“How was today’s session, Princess?”
“Good, Dr. Hyo’s always really kind. I think I’m starting to really work through things.”
“That’s amazing to hear. You know I would only get you the best, baby.” Taehyung dips down to deeply kiss your forehead, hugging him closer just to nuzzle into his cozy warmth.
“Thank you, Tae.”
“Don’t mention it, pretty girl.” He halts you both in front of his Mercedes, orange and deep brown hues scattering across the ground by his car. Some leaves even decorate the classy vehicle, but you’re only distracted by your husband cupping your cheeks, dipping down for a kiss.
“Come, I’ve got somewhere to take you.” Taehyung clasps the handle of the car door, inviting you in. “Promise, it’s not to kill you or anything.”
You endearingly laugh, covering your lips with a hand. “You would think I’d know better than to get into cars with strangers.”
Taehyung gasps scandalously. “You think I’m a stranger, Mrs. Kim?”
“Mmm, a stranger that knows how to make me cum in 3 minutes.” You promiscuously hum before pecking Taehyung’s lips, fitting yourself inside his car. Taehyung’s only left rolling his tongue inside his cheek, scoffing to himself.
He definitely married the right woman.
“This is what you planned?!” You stand in awe as Taehyung pops open the trunk of his Mercedes, and reveals to you the pieces of the most adorable little picnic you’ve ever witnessed. “Tae..”
“I figure you needed some downtime, just the two of us.” He smiles so beautifully, your undying love for him manifests itself in grabbing his cute cheeks and smothering him in kisses.
“This is amazing, Tae.” You squish his cheeks. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“Anything for you, Princess.” He gently chuckles, cradling your hands that hold him and kissing your cheek. You release him and he grabs the picnic basket along with the wine, instructing you next. “Could you get the blanket and wine glasses for me, baby?”
“Of course.” You reach in for the red and white checkered picnic blanket, securing the glasses in your hand. You offer to close the trunk for Taehyung, and he leads you out towards an open area of fielded grass with old trees. There’s even a small lake surrounded by stones and autumn leaves; it’s serenely peaceful.
“Where are we, Tae?”
“Near one of these secret little lakes in Seoul. It’s all greenery here, I discovered it not too long ago.” He elaborates, locating a nice spot near a beautiful tree full of changing leaves, the autumnal sight before you simply astonishing. Taehyung sets down the wine and basket, soon grasping the blanket from you and carefully laying it out.
“After you, my lady.” He bows.
“Why thank you, sir.”
He chuckles, allowing you to become comfortable before joining you. “You do know calling me sir will only make me horny, right?”
You snicker, leaning back on your palms. “That’s kind of the point, sailor.” You dress your tone suggestively.
He merely smirks, presenting the basket before you and setting up the little foods and snacks he prepared, gasping with a thankful squeal, and Taehyung couldn’t help but find you endearing.
“So, what’s all this actually for?” You reach for a cream cheese and strawberry jam sandwich, Taehyung’s ultimate favourite.
“Nothing in particular, really. You just seemed so down yesterday. I thought you were maybe… having bad thoughts again.” Taehyung admits tentatively, seated with a knee up and his elbow leaning on it. His other hand is behind you, always managing to create a safe space for you.
The sentiment in his actions are what touch your heart, watching him grab a little cube of havarti cheese and popping it in his mouth. His side profile is drop-dead gorgeous from where you gaze at him, in love with the little pout of his pretty, pink lips as he chews. You kiss his cheek before laying your head on his shoulder, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
“Everything’s much better now, Tae, I promise.” You speak softly, stroking his thigh as his hand slithers around your waist. “The therapy’s really been helping me, it feels good to be able to talk to someone.”
“That’s all I ever wanted for you, Princess.” He caresses your side with his fingertips, drawing useless patterns. “I’m glad.”
“I was just down because… I don’t know if you got a notification from the security cameras, but my dad visited.”
Your husband’s eyebrows shoot up with genuine shock, breaking away to face you. “Really?”
“Yeah.. he um..” Your words clog up, not knowing how to word this or really feel about it. “He told me that he’s.. divorcing my mom.”
Taehyung melts with sympathy, kissing his teeth with an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry to hear that, baby.”
“Don’t be. I mean, it’s not exactly surprising, is it?” You laugh a little, knowing this was something granted for a while, and sometimes even prayed for your father to divorce your mother when things went too far South. But never did you think you’d be prepared for the day your prayers were listened to.
“You’re right, but.. how are you feeling, Princess?” Taehyung clasps both your arms and rubs them, paying all his undivided attention to you.
“I feel.. Weird I guess? I talked about it with Dr. Hyo, and he said however I feel is valid, whether it’s positive or negative.”
“And he’s right, Princess.” Taehyung supportively replies. “Your mother… I know it’s hard for you to talk about her.”
“She.. is what she is, you know? It’s not like the divorce changes anything, and yet, it changes everything.” You spill your heart with Taehyung, laying your knees over his thighs. A hand of his comes down to grip your leg.
“I understand that. Our last encounter with our parents says enough.” Taehyung comments bitterly, as though he could recall the memory just like it was yesterday. “But no matter what, she’s still your mom. It’s normal to feel upset, Princess.”
You let out a weighty exhale, eyes flitting up towards the clear blue sky, rays of the sunlight warming your skin in contrast to the colder breeze.
“What about you, baby?” You pose the question towards your husband, placing your hands over his that affectionately rub your thigh. “Have you considered seeing Dr. Hyo yet?”
Taehyung shrugs, wishy-washy about his answer. “I mean, I’ve been okay. There hasn’t been anything that warrants therapy.”
You scold him light-heartedly as you watch him disregard himself. “Hey, you went through just as much as I did. It must’ve taken a toll on you, too.” You pout, gripping his hand supportively and eyes shimmering with pure love.
“If you feel like you need to see someone, then you should be able to do so without thinking you don’t deserve it.” Taehyung cracks a smile here, his crescent eyes first falling to nothing, until he finally meets you.
“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” He lifts a hand to fondly pat your head and smooth your hair, blushing under his praise.
“Why do you say that?”
“You always look out for me and take care of me, you’re too good.” Taehyung can barely hold back the bright shine to his smile, hand faltering to holding your cheek. He gently strokes his thumb across your supple skin, his eyes flitting between your saturated irises and tempting lips.
“Any of my sadness or pain really only occurred when you were in pain,” he openly admits, eyes vulnerable. “Your pain was mine too, and I didn’t know… that I could feel it so deeply because someone I loved was hurting.”
The vacancy in his eyes then twists your heart strings, tears nearly pricking at you. “I couldn’t take it anymore because… I was helpless, you know? As much as I could do, I could never take your pain away from you, and I think that’s what hurt me the most.” Taehyung’s sudden candidness moves you, hanging onto every word as his expression becomes serious.
“That’s why it makes me so happy to see you doing better. I couldn’t… help you be you, anymore. And that hurt me deeply because..” Taehyung then looks towards you, fingers twiddling with your hair.
“You helped me be me, Princess. You helped me see that I’m me, no matter who tries to erase my hopes and dreams, tries to crush my passion or tell me that I don’t fit into some mold. You did that for me, and it hurt like hell that I couldn’t do the same for you.” Taehyung wets his lip as he takes a deep breath, sealing himself with a tight-lipped, sad smile.
“I couldn’t do anything for you; not when Kiseok harassed you, not when Hisung hurt you, not when the world was suffocating you with all these expectations and hurtful words, not even when Alex made you feel as though you’re small and insignificant.” Both of Taehyung’s hands now link with yours, gripping them meaningfully as he pierces your very soul.
“So finally being able to stand in front of that podium and tell people the truth, the truth of my feelings for you, speaking up for us; that was something I could do for you. And I was terrified of being so open with so many people, but seeing the way it helped you...” He chuckles a little here, and you join him as you stare at him like a lovestruck fool.
“It healed any pain I could’ve ever endured.”
Your heart hammers passionately against your chest, this sweet feeling of flowers blooming within your chest bringing you to life. “Tae..”
“I always.. had a hard time expressing myself like that, you know?” You nod, letting him continue. “I was always misunderstood, and sometimes those misunderstandings got me into trouble, into fights I shouldn’t have gotten in. And with everything at home, having nearly my entire personality erased from me, it would leave me so angry sometimes, so angry that I couldn’t see anymore, couldn’t control my emotions at all.”
You stroke his hand in support of him, comforting him as he speaks. “Alex did mention those things, Tae. But your past doesn’t define your present, baby. And I think you’re such a good man for being able to work on yourself, to grow. You did amazing up there.” Your other hand finds his hair, stroking through his silky, brown locks as he enjoys the feeling.
“Thank you. I’m glad I was able to become better. My father always just… perpetuated my anger by extinguishing any of my feelings. it’s always been like that, even when he spoke to me alone after our terrible fight.” Taehyung mentions that little talk with his father.
“Hey, you never told me what your father told you that day.”
Taehyung’s precious lips fall into a little ‘o’, a hand of his mindlessly canvassing up and down the side of your shin. “You’re right. It was just classic behaviour of my father. He kept bad-mouthing you and our relationship, until he finally told me in the end either I choose my family… or I choose you.”
You knit your eyebrows together, concerned as you ask. “And what did you say?”
Taehyung smiles to himself here, triumphantly and with pride. “I told him that you’re my family, and that I choose you.”
You melt into a puddle of tender love, cuddling into Taehyung with all your might because you yearned to be as close to him as possible. “But what happened after that, baby?” You soothe his chest, Taehyung’s arm wrapped around your waist, your head in the junction of his neck. “How did your father take that?”
“He excommunicated me, basically.” Taehyung reveals with a bitter laugh. “It was either that, or he said he'd make your life a living hell, and I couldn’t.. I wouldn’t live with that.” Taehyung’s voice grew angry, needing to breathe out his emotions. “I couldn’t be the reason for your sadness again”
“Hey,” You lifted off of him, meeting his eyes as your hands rubbed his chest. “It’s not your fault, Tae. Choosing me over your family… I can’t believe you did that.”
Taehyung smiled, as though it were funny you could ever ask such a question. “You’re my wife, Y/N. My princess, my baby, my world.” He encases you in his arms and holds you tight, glued together like two lovebirds. “It was time that I finally chose something for me, and I couldn’t be happier that it was you.”
You both grinned happily together, meeting his lips for a slow, tender kiss. Your heads tilt and Taehyung pokes your bottom lip with his tongue, letting out a satisfied hum when he does. You feed into the kiss as you lightly grind against him, front pressed into his body.
You break away with a question, running a hand through his hair. “Wait.. but, what about your father and your family now? Didn't you tell me they recently called you?”
Taehyung scoffs, derisively and with a roll of his eyes. “Yeah, but fuck my parents.”
You can’t help but laugh a little, and he joins your laughter with a small smile, until you seriously ask. “Are you serious, though? Have you spoken to them?”
“Well, I got a really shitty call from my dad where he tore me apart for my idea with the subsidiary.” You pucker your lips in sympathy, hands stroking his neck in support.
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be, it’s fine. I expected that much anyway.” Taehyung shrugs it off, leaning back on his hands, your smaller self perched on his strong thighs. He exhales a loud sigh as watches the field whoosh around with the wind, swept up in the calm beauty of nature. “It was just time I showed him that all that bullshit he pulled on me, everything his family put me through was something I wouldn’t take sitting down anymore. I wanted to do something that was a huge ‘fuck you’, you know? So I couldn’t care less what he thinks.”
You laugh with an understanding smile. “I’m practically an expert in that. My ‘fuck you’ was running away.”
“And see where that got you?” Taehyung suddenly lifted off his hands and cradled your waist, eyes glowing with sentiment. “You became this… wonderful, incredible, strong woman that fought for what she wanted. I can’t even begin to describe how much that wow’d me ever since the day I met you.”
“Wait, are you serious?” You giggled, never having heard such words from your husband.
“Yes, it really did. You did the very thing I tried doing myself, and you succeeded. You didn’t care about what your family thought, or your relatives or every other suck-up in this one-percenter society.” Taehyung passionately proclaims. “You said fuck the status quo from the beginning, and I’ll always admire you for that.”
His confession leaves your heart beating ardently, moved by his sentimental words. You cast your small palms around his cheeks, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I never knew that, baby. That really means a lot to me.”
Taehyung shyly smiles, a rare but cherished sight. “I had to tell you, it’s kind of what kept me motivated to stand on that podium and say what came to my mind. I didn’t want to just be a Kim anymore, I wanted to be the Kim Taehyung you said I was… I wanted to be me.”
There’s a swirl of true emotion in his irises, and all you can feel is a swell of pride in your chest for your once stoic, seemingly emotionless husband for finally being able to open himself up. “I’m so proud of you, Taehyung. It’s what you always deserved.”
He breathes an endeared laugh through his nose, leaning forward to peck your lips. He smooths some of your hair back as a silence looms, gazing at you lovingly. “I told you about my family calling me recently, right?”
“Mm,” you nod. “What did they call for?”
“So get this,” Taehyung prepares as though he’s telling you the hottest gossip on the block, failing to hide his impish smile. “My father called me after our magazine shoot dropped, and surprisingly… he read the entire thing.”
You nearly choke on your own spit. “What?!”
“Right? My press conference made him want to kill me but the response to it surprised him. He didn’t exactly apologize per se, but he did admit he was too harsh, and that he was glad I found something.. someone I love.”
You pout adorably, happiness beaming within you for Taehyung. “Baby.. that’s so fucking amazing. I’m over the moon for you!”
“Thank you, Princess.” He grinned tenderly, pointer finger casting some hair away from your face, gazing like he always did. “What about you and your parents? Do you know what you’ll do about their divorce?”
“I don’t know..” You tentatively answer, nibbling on your lower lip. “My mother did call me about the news, I never picked up. She left a voicemail saying she wanted to talk to me, but I don’t think I’m ready for that.” Your heart became shrouded by a dark mass of memories; all the negative feelings and despair that accompanied the thought of your mother. Even if you knew you were without such a large influencer of your terrible feelings, could you handle whatever she had to say? An explanation? A confession?
An apology?
“Hey, Princess.” Taehyung calls you, finger tipping your chin in his direction. He meets you with soft, honey-coloured eyes, speaking calmly in that caramel-smooth, rich voice of his. “Whatever you choose to do, we’ll do it together, alright?”
You soften at his words, feeling the small anxiety in your chest become more bearable.
“You’re not alone, Y/N. Whatever decision you make, whatever way you choose to feel, you won’t be alone. I’ll be there with whatever support you’ll need.” You could’ve cried, especially when he spoke to you so lovingly and his warmth allowed you to feel so sheltered, so loved and protected in his arms. With a small sniffle, you bury your face into his chest, and clutch him as though he was your only lifeline.
Taehyung squeezes you in his arms, swaying your two connected bodies as the cool air graces your skin, leaves painting the world in warm autumn colours and the sky a clear, radiant colour of blue.
A moment of silence passes, having only murmured a ‘thank you’ to Taehyung he always told you to never mention. He held you like you were his baby, kissed your hair and encased the back of your head as though you were the most precious thing in the world to him.
And it’s not until you feel the soft vibration of his chest that wakes you from your comforting trance, his voice mellow.
“I don’t think I’ll ever forgive my father.”
You place your hand over his heart, feeling his heartbeat. “Why not?”
“There’s just.. so much he needs to apologize for, old and new things. That argument with our parents still bothers me to this day.” Taehyung expresses with disdain, irritation. “I really don’t believe in this blind respect for elders thing anymore. Our parents left us alone, made us fend for ourselves without guiding us as their children. I can’t accept that, and I especially can’t forgive the way they treated you.”
“It’s okay, Tae.” You soothe his chest. “I don’t think I’ll be forgiving my mother for a long time, either. Maybe the future holds something different, who knows. But for now, we decide how we feel, right?” You remind him of his own words. “And whatever decision you make, I’ll be there in whatever way you need.”
You feel your husband take a relieved breath, suddenly releasing his arms from you and falling back against the picnic blanket. He tucks his hands underneath his head and merely takes his time to gaze at you, coy smile tugging at his lips.
You prop your elbow up on his chest and lay down against him, gazing at him in return. Your other hand explores his hard, wide chest and glides up to his bicep, squeezing the firm muscle as it bulges in his suit jacket. Taehyung breathes indulgently, wetting his lips.
“How are you so sexy and beautiful?” He inquires playfully.
“Not sure, but I’ve heard soulmates look alike, which means I get it from you, sailor.” You draw your fingers up his neck until a finger lands on his lips, toying with those plushy, pink petals of his. Taehyung gently chuckles as he takes your finger between his teeth, biting a little before smoothing it over with his tongue.
Giggling, you cast your finger out before he can crocodile-chomp you, Taehyung soon unwinding a hand to run over your cheek. He similarly taps your lips with his long, slender finger as well, eyes having transformed into a darker colour.
“Open.” He instructs, and the simple command causes arousal to speckle throughout your insides. You do as he says and open up, only for a mischievous Taehyung to stuff a finger in your mouth. He enjoys the manner in which you lightly suck and bite him, but his eyes tell you a darker story.
“Bite harder.”
The words imprint a shot of electricity in your gut, locking him between your teeth.
“Harder.”
Your hands curl up against his chest, he’s tucked his own bottom lip between his teeth and eagerly watches you try to bite harder, soon chuckling at the result.
“You’re scared of hurting me, such a baby.” Taehyung pulls his finger out, teasing you with a devilish grin.
You grow offended, smacking his chest and fluttering your lashes. “I’ll have you know I’m more trained in sucking than I am with using my teeth, Mr. Kim.”
“Mmm, and you’re giving me the bedroom eyes right now too.” Taehyung hums indulgently.
“Bedroom eyes? I would never.” You falsely jest, walking your fingers along his expansive, sexy neck and in fact, giving him the irresistible bedroom eyes.
“Really? Out here on a grassy hill?” Taehyung raises a brow, entertained by your horniness. There’s a smug, shit-eating grin on his face.
“I mean, you ate me out in a public elevator once. There’s nobody around, baby.” You gesture around yourselves, in fact finding a fairly open, though empty field.
“Mmm, I do recall that. But that was in an enclosed space, baby girl. I don’t want anyone seeing my pretty girl’s face when I ruin her.”
He strokes the junction of your waist and you erupt with leaking essence, Taehyung no doubt already imagining you naked atop his cock with that carnal look of his. “We don’t have to strip, and I won’t suck you off, Tae. I’m wearing a skirt, you know what that means.” You crawl over his laid out body, eyes full of mischief-making he undoubtedly passed onto you. Your lips skim his ear, whispering ever-so-temptingly.
“I’ll just bounce on your cock, Mr. Kim.”
Taehyung breathes out a groan, hissing just after. “Fuck, you just had to wear a skirt, didn’t you?”
You laugh all too evilly, intertwining your fingers with his and casting them above his head. Taehyung fights you back until your lips latch onto his neck, sucking on him just the way he likes.
“Fuck, Princess.”
“Lay back, sailor. Let me ride you like Harley.”
“Alright, it’s time to fucking leave this place.” Your husband burst through your studio doors, startling you as you sketched possible looks for his new subsidiary.
“Pardon me?”
“We need to not only celebrate your full recovery, but also commemorate our strength and tenacity as a couple. We’re hitching a ride out of here, pretty girl.” Taehyung enthusiastically declares, marching in with a celebratory purpose.
“Tae, you’ve already gotten me every luxury brand on Earth and treated me to more than enough commemorative dinners. We don’t need to celebrate anymore, baby.”
Taehyung pouts a little, approaching you and taking your hands in his, speaking meaningfully. “Baby, don’t you remember I said I wanna take you to all four corners of the world? How can we do that if we stay here?”
“Wait,” your eyes widened. “Y-you mean we’re going to travel?”
“Of course, Princess.” Taehyung playfully ruffles your hair, going on to then squish your cheeks together. “We’re celebrating by travelling as much as we can, it’s time to finally enjoy ourselves as a couple.”
“Are you serious, Tae?”
“More than serious. The world is our damn oyster and we’re exploring it more than fucking Dora ever could.”
You snicker, eyes creasing into crescents. “So he’s watched Dora too, huh?”
“Not voluntarily, for your information.” Taehyung corrects.
“But Tae, how are we even going to decide where we’re going? We’re terrible at deciding.”
Taehyung sends you a mischief-making smile, bringing your face closer to his as he narrows his eyes playfully. “I have just the perfect idea.”
Your husband buries his plushy lips into your neck for kisses as you giggle incessantly, adorning nothing but his Balenciaga button-up from earlier today, Taehyung rocking his Calvin Kleins. You’re not exactly sure how discussing travelling ended with you getting your pussy drilled against your studio desk, but you think it had something to do with Taehyung mentioning the crazy sex you’ll have around the globe.
“Don’t you remember me saying I’d fuck you in every country? I meant that with my whole heart and cock, baby girl.”
“We need to get a literal list drafted at this point, especially if we wanna stay focused.”
“Please, when it comes to us and sex? Neither of us will ever focus.”
You laugh remembering the conversation, Taehyung currently draping his hands over your eyes as he leads you down your second-floor corridor. It would’ve been a smooth walk if it weren’t for him repeatedly stuffing his lips into the junction of your neck for ticklish pecks, waddling together.
“Taehyung, I’m ticklish there!”
“That’s exactly why I’m doing it!”
You frustratedly grunt, but it’s all in good fun. Taehyung finally passes the threshold of your bedroom and switches on the light, halting directly in the middle of the room. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
Your husband lifts off his hands, and you flutter your eyes open only for your jaw to drop to the floor.
“A-a world map?!” You stare stunned, shocked as all hell as you’re presented with a quite sizable world map before you, propped on an expansive cork board. “How’d you even get this-”
“Shh, don’t worry about that.” Taehyung presses a finger to your lips, and reaches behind him on your mattress to retrieve something. He wraps his arms around your waist and presents a red dart before you, nibbling his lip with excitement.
“This is for you.” Taehyung affectionately rubs your tummy. “Throw this dart on the world map, and wherever it lands, that’s where we’re going.”
You look to Taehyung with your Bambi-like, doe eyes, lips curving into a surprised smile. “Wh-are you serious?”
“Of course, pretty girl. Anywhere you want to go, I’ll take you there.” Taehyung clutches you tightly as he speaks. You cuddle with him like a lovesick puppy and he pampers you with little kisses, chuckling giddily together.
“But I suck at throwing darts! You’re so much better at hand-eye coordination stuff, Tae.” You pout with a whine, crossing your arms.
Taehyung’s entire being softens at the sight. “Did you know you’re the cutest thing alive?”
“Incorrect, the cutest thing alive is you.” You counter with a boop to his nose.
“Incorrect, you’re the cutest thing alive.” Taehyung boops your nose back.
“Tae! What if I throw the dart in the middle of the ocean, will you take me there?”
“Hey, I’ve got loads of boats and yachts, babe. We could easily live on the water with my license too.” You roll your eyes and jab his ribs with an elbow, hmph-ing at him. “You know I can’t swim, what if we die?!”
Taehyung takes the hit with a dramatic exclamation, trying to calm you down. “Okay, okay, forgot my baby’s so needy.”
You lift your elbow for another hit and he immediately surrenders. “Okay there, baby tiger. I’ll help you throw the dart, come here.” Taehyung pacifies, winding his arms back around you and pulling you flush against his front. One hand settles over your abdomen he rubs with tender circles, and the other holds up your hand with the dart, chin resting on your shoulder.
“Alright, when I say three, you let go of the dart, okay?”
“Mm,” you nod dutifully, letting Taehyung hold onto your wrist as he readies you both for the shot.
“Alright, one.. two.. three-!” Taehyung whips your wrist forward and you release the dart, watching it fly across the room until it lands smack dab on the European continent.
The pair of you shuffle closer towards the map, squinting at the exact location. Your pairs of eyes open wide.
“Holy fuck, we’re going to-”
“Valencia, Spain.” Taehyung finishes with a beaming smile, and your joyful expression bursts into one of pure elation, squealing happily. You leap into Taehyung’s arms and he catches you swiftly, spinning you around and showering you with celebratory kisses all over your skin, already contemplating how you’ll be packing your bags.
“Barcelona.”
“Real Madrid.”
“Barcelona.”
“Real Madrid.”
“Barcelona!”
“Real Madrid!”
“You cannot be telling me Real Madrid is better than Barcelona in soccer. Barcelona has all the classic players!” You argue passionately, getsuring for emphasis as you and Taehyung stroll through the vibrantly cultural streets of Valencia, in search of the show-stopping Las Fallas festival.
“Real Madrid have a very technically enhanced style of play and formations, no duh Real Madrid is better.” Taehyung rebuttals.
“Screw you, the tiki-taka style is traditional for Spanish teams and enhances possession during games. Barcelona is better.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, and you roll your own with a scoff. You despise that he appears so irresistibly sexy in his shorts and button-up t-shirt. He wears it low enough to expose his glorious neck and collar bones for the general public, yearning to leave indigo marks all over him that scream he was yours. Sunglasses rest atop his gorgeous head of hair and sweep his strands away to reveal his forehead, close to jumping his bones already.
“How about you stop arguing with me and reminding me that you’re a hot chick that watches sports too? It’s making me want to fuck you against that wall.” He ticks his head towards a small alleyway as he laments with annoyance, but you see the way he’s turned on, and it’s time for some fun.
Halting your steps, you press your entire front up against Taehyung, hands betraying any form of innocence and slipping underneath his shirt, touching his toned body. You walk your delicious husband back against the same wall, pressing him up onto the old bricking. You flutter your eyelashes and tip-toe high enough for your lips to caress his, feeling Taehyung’s cock twitch in his shorts.
“Make me.” You whisper seductively, loving that you chose a quite showy sun dress that accentuated all your curves, even played up your ass and tits. Taehyung hisses with searing pleasure as his hands encircle your waist, wetting his lips hungrily.
“God, you really want me to bang you in every country, don’t you?”
“Mmm, with a husband like you it’s hard to resist.” You close the space between you two, hands slowly running over his delectably tanned, gorgeous body.
“Haha,” Taehyung laughs. “Is this why you wore this dress, sweetheart?”
“Maybe. Why did you wear your shirt like this, Mr. Kim?” The heat instantly rises the second you use his title, Taehyung transforming into his dominant, alpha male persona the second your feline eyes challenge him.
He grows impatient, hands travelling downwards to suddenly grope your ass.
“We’re going back to our hotel room.” He grits through his teeth by your ear, jutting his tongue out to lick the strawberry lip gloss of your mouth. You moan, pathetically reaching to kiss him but he’s already tugging you along with him back down the way you came.
Taehyung tosses you on the bed like his personal ragdoll, sighing when he does. He only grants you the pleasure of a kiss for mere seconds as he hovers above you, before he crawls off your body and you’re left squirming with arousal. You peek down at your figure, Taehyung having ferally ripped through parts of your dress because he had grown that hot. He required a lick if your nipples and straight up tore your dress open, your breasts spilling out and quickly finding a home in Taehyung’s mouth, suckling and licking to his desire.
Your pantyhose were his worst enemy, ripping them open and off as though they were the gatekeeper before his prized possession; your gushing pussy.
Your tall, dark, and handsome husband returns with two sets of black straps, his pupils dilated with sheer carnality, dominance. You bite your lip as you watch him toss them onto the bed between your legs, beginning to retract until he suddenly grapples onto one of your ankles.
In one swift motion, Taehyung yanks your foot towards one of the bed posts, squealing as you fall back. Your pussy pulses with desire as his breaths run rampant, his shorts tight near his crotch area. He fastens one of your ankles and straps you to the bedpost, fighting a moan as you watch him work so silently, so sexily.
He repeats the same with your other leg and stretches you wide open, already squirming once you feel the breeze hit your bare, wet pussy. Your panties were long gone by yours truly when he ate you out against the window.
“Tae..” You moan so needily, you were sure you were the very definition of submissive and breedable. Your husband joins you on the bed, slotted between your spread legs as he practically covers your smaller self below him. He captures your hands and locks them above you, staring into your soul with those hungry eyes of his.
“Do you want me to stop?”
You shake your head vigorously.
He grips your wrists harder, cadence deep and dangerous. “Use your words.”
“N-no, Taehyung.”
He rewards you with a sweet kiss, purring near your lips once he pops off. “Good girl.”
It’s not long before Taehyung pushes down his shorts and boxers, torso already exposed from when you relished in his wildness and tore his shirt open too. He landed over you again, holding onto your wrists.
“You can touch me, but don’t move your legs.” He commands, pecking your pouty, docile little lips as you listen attentively. “Or I edge you for an hour, understand?”
You eagerly nod, responding obediently. “Yes, Mr. Kim.”
He cracked a smirk at the title, lining up his cock with your leaking sex, and pushing inside as though you were always meant to be his cocksleeve. Taehyung groans out beautifully as he sheaths his throbbing length inside you, and the added sensation of your legs strapped down to the bedposts elicit the hottest of moans from you.
Your inability to move causes your arms to grapple onto Taehyung’s neck, feeling him infiltrate all your insides with his delicious, perfect length.
“Taehyung.. Oh fuck.”
“Shit, you just had to wear this tiny dress, huh?” Taehyung grunts, sexually frustrated. He tests the waters with experimental, slow fucks, moaning and groaning together in unison as he buries his face in your neck. But your zealous, insatiable yearning for one another takes over, and sooner rather than later Taehyung’s easing you into straight-up porn-worthy thrusts, drilling into your sex as erotic moans spill out of your mouth.
“Fuckfuckfuck.” Taehyung curses repeatedly, watching your breasts bounce in your ripped up dress with every fuck he supplies you with. “Shit, so wet and tight, baby. Pussy so fucking good.”
“Tae.. shit. Oh fuck, you’re so big-ah!” You sigh loudly when he angles upwards, breaths mingling into one as his lips hover over yours.
“You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?” Taehyung chides in that sexy, intoxicating tone of his, absolutely weak for when he goes all alpha-male on you. “Giving me your ‘fuck me’ eyes in the middle of the streets? Wearing this dress you know would get me riled up?”
“Maybe it’s what-I wanted.. Mr. Kim.. shit!” You moan like a madwoman, Taehyung’s heavy cock slamming into your pussy so good your legs were quivering.
“My pretty little brat, huh?” Taehyung goads with a certain stroke up against your g-spot, pushing his his down against your abdomen and rubbing your clit, causing the delicious friction you craved.
“So pretty when you’re needy, baby.” He breathes against your mouth, an arm cradling your form as the other grips your thigh against his side. He holds you perfectly in place as he fucks the absolute shit out of you, head falling back with whimpering mewls.
“Taehyung.. oh-oh my fuck-ah!”
“So fucking gorgeous when you moan for me, pretty girl.”
“Tae.. oh fuck, just like that.”
Taehyung shudders when you begin bucking up for more, your restricted legs heightening your hunger for more, and you run his patience thin. Taehyung immediately latches his mouth onto yours for messy, heated making out.
“Princess.. Fuck…” You relish in his cursing, rutting with him as the pair of you rock the bed back and forth.
“Shit, baby. I-I forgot to ask you..” He suddenly speaks, peeking down between your bodies to watch the way his hefty, fat cock rams into your pulsing sex. “Did you draft the… concepts for the… subsidiary yet?” He grunts deeply between his thrusts as he stuffs himself inside you to the very brim, watching your eyes flutter shut.
“You know I-need them on my desk... by Friday morning.. Shit.” Taehyung moans as he reminds you of the concept sketches he’s needed from you for his upcoming project, your ideas the only blueprint he’ll have towards construction. You curse when Taehyung straightens himself up and grips underneath your thighs, tugging you flush against his hips. He spreads your legs wide open for him to fuck with full force, indulging in your fluttering, tight cunt.
With a heady moan, you lose your mind and respond with shaky breaths. “Fuck, baby. I just.. Ugh. I swear… I have some-concepts, fuck, right there!”
“That’s fine, when we go home just-show them to me.. Jesus christ Y/N, you’ll squeeze the fucking cum out of me-ah!” Taehyung grows more desperate as he increases his speed, fucking and thrusting and sheathing himself inside your wet, slippery walls so good your orgasm bubbled inside your gut. Your husband sees your fingers snaking towards your engorged, red clit, only to snatch your wrist and growl in scolding.
“I said you could touch me, not yourself.”
He locks your wrist above you and begins rubbing your clit ferociously, wildly plunging his meaty, throbbing dick so deep and divinely inside you, you unravel with the snap of a finger at his command. You gush like a fountain as Taehyung simultaneously shoots his hot seed inside you, eternally thankful for the high-rise suite Taehyung had attained for you both, or else your neighbours would’ve filed noise complaints by now for your pronographic moans.
Just as you both come down to earth, breaths uneven, staring amorously into each other’s eyes, clothes ripped and bodies slick with sweat, you’re both welcomed by the Las Fallas festival kicking off right outside your window. You earn a beautiful view of the spectacle; vividly stunning fireworks and floats that decorate the sky with a kaleidoscope of colours.
You both watch with delight, eventually locking eyes and giggling harmoniously at each other.
“We missed it, Tae.”
“Not exactly, we got the best view from up here.” He smiles contently as he lowers himself to kiss you, cock still wedged inside your cream-filled pussy, legs strapped to the bed posts, but it’s always comfortable with Taehyung. You link your arms around his neck as his palms find your waist, cradling you like fine china as you both shamelessly make out, all with vibrant, celebratory fireworks firing off in the background.
And you can’t help but think they replicate what loving Taehyung feels like.
The next several weeks of your life consisted of travelling, food, love and well, knowing you two, copious and copious amounts of sex.
Monaco was being eaten out right in the open on a yacht, Ibiza was giving Taehyung the best head of his life in a private room of a sketchy club. Tokyo was him trying shibari on you for the first time, and you squirted so damn hard you entirely drenched Taehyung’s new Alexander McQueen suit, snickering at his claim that he’ll never be able to rid the scent of your cum off it.
Barbados was Taehyung slipping you into his lap during breakfast and slotting his fingers between your legs, finger-fucking you until your vision blacked out. Scotland was illicitly riding his thigh during a castle tour, sneaking into an old library room and Taehyung clamping your noisy mouth shut as you both giggled together. San Francisco was sucking him off during a conference call and gaining the most exhilarating punishment ever, his trusty riding crop and your pain kink headlining that night. He kissed every single little mark he left on your body afterwards, and pampered you with affection so sweet you nearly melted into a puddle.
You did not even want to begin with goddamn Paris.
Fuck, you still get chills from that intimate, oogey-gooey, absolutely earth-shattering love-making Taehyung laid on you that night.
You were both a bottle of the most exorbitant Merlot in, occupying the most expensive, luxurious suite in all the romantic city. The most optimal view of the gorgeous Eiffel Tower was his gift to you, shimmering underneath the cool, lovely moonlight. Taehyung had prepared the most charming, cozy little dinner that entirely ensnared your heart.
Rose petals riddled the ground, and led out into your stunning Gregorian-style balcony, offering the most breath-taking view of all of Paris’ nightlife. Candles warmed the space, and the softest, most elegant rendition of Claire de Lune graced your ears for the most romantic evening you’d ever spend with Taehyung.
He laid you down atop your bed as though you were the most fragile of glass. He slowly, oh so tenderly undressed you, as though it were the equivalent of unraveling his most valued treasure in the world. His lips kissed your body gently, as though a touch too hard could bruise you. He worshipped every inch of skin until your eyes alone begged him for more, gripped his shoulders, nearly cried over how lovingly soft he was.
And when he made love to you, you couldn’t help but let tears cascade down your cheeks, vulnerable and utterly bared to him, yet you felt like the safest, most loved human being to exist. He whispered to you how irrevocably, and madly in love he was with you, allowing his sincere, raw emotion to guide his hips into yours; slow, intimate, sensual.
His strokes felt like pure heaven, his cock sliding flawlessly in and out of you. He intertwined your hands as much as your souls were, held them affectionately as he maintained his searing eye contact; the temperature a dull burn you ached to feel over and over again.
You came with the most satisfying, mind-blowing orgasm you’ve ever experienced, the overflowing, mushy feeling of indescribable love having filled your heart as much as he did your pussy. His groans were soft, desperate in your ear that night, a sound rare from your usually dominant, alpha-male husband; but neither of you held the capacity to put on an act.
It became the most memorable night of your life.
He embraced you so dearly, so close you could feel his heart beating zealously. Could feel his every breath screaming that you were his, arms almost afraid of letting you go, his chocolate eyes melting with a plea to never leave him. He couldn’t help but tear up at the sentimental moment too; stop his lips from trembling nor his forehead from touching yours.
Because you were both so insanely, and utterly in love, consumed by the feeling of yearning for one another it was almost painful. The very moment your bodies released around each other, you both seemed certainly, and unequivocally infinite.
As though your souls were made of the same stardust, as though the very second you both became one, you crafted a universe where only you and him existed.
Tears nearly flooded your eyes anytime you recalled the passionate, intimate night, stripped away from your thoughts when Taehyung suddenly squeezed your thigh in his large palm.
“Princess, are you alright?”
You blink, softly smiling with a tentative nod. You cast your hand above his and give him an assured squeeze back. He grins in response as he refocuses his attention towards the speaker, stroking your thigh affectionately. You and Taehyung had found yourselves in Shanghai after you were both cordially invited to an exclusively posh, over-the-top celebration of one of Taehyung’s CEO friend’s birthdays. Of course, the party was lustrous as ever, entertained by celebrity singers and stocked with as much alcohol, glamour and elegance that could last a century.
But certainly, the least elegant part of the night had to have been the closet you and Taehyung both crammed yourselves in, sucking on each other’s tongue as though you were horny teenagers illicitly drinking at a house party. It’s smouldering hot with him in the small space, wild with each other’s lips. Taehyung groans into your mouth when you bite his bottom lip, and you sigh when he leaves a trail of wet kisses to your sensitive neck.
He begins gripping and kneading your ass, popping off to breathe erratically. “Fuck, are you not wearing underwear?”
“Guilty as charged.” You breathe smugly, and it sends Taehyung into a frenzy, enjoying only a thin satin dress between himself and your sopping pussy.
“Dirty fucking girl.” He growls at you.
“Your dirty girl, Mr. Kim.” He smirks proudly, latching onto your lower lip and suckling on the perfect flesh. His eager hands begin hiking up your dress, slowly exposing your ass. He dives in for steamy kissing between your cleavage, almost exposing your bare ass until the closet door unexpectedly swings open, startling you both.
You come face-to-face with a worker who looks utterly dumb-founded, standing frozen.
“Oh shit,” Taehyung snickers through the curse, immediately pulling your dress down and swooping up your hand. He tugs you both past the worker with giggling apologies, bolting down the corridor as your heels and his dress shoes clack against the marble flooring, unable to stop your laughter.
“Tae! Way to fucking pick the one closet that says essential employee supplies!”
“Hey, blame you and that fucking sexy dress. Black satin and no underwear? Are you trying to kill me?!” Taehyung hollers outrageously, but he adores every bit of it. You bellow out an elated laugh, pure serotonin running through your veins until your esophagus suddenly feels clogged.
Your stomach churns and your chest feels suffocated, sensing something travelling upwards within your body. You release Taehyung with an adamant stop near a woman’s bathroom, clamouring into a stall and unexpectedly throwing up into a toilet bowl. You breathe harshly as you contemplate what the fuck that just was, sniffling away the uncomfortable feeling.
You grow concerned for the sudden upchuck, but contribute it to simply running too much after you’d just consumed dinner. Flushing, you grab some towelettes and press it to your mouth, shoving all thoughts of this away. You inhale a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror, not appearing exactly sick, and surely attribute this to the sudden intense cardio.
Clearing your throat as you emerge from the bathroom, Taehyung worriedly approaches you. He ambushes you with millions of questions, but you merely brush him off, explaining you wanted to touch-up your makeup before you visited the event again.
You didn’t tell him anything about throwing up, chalking it up to nothing of real significance. Taehyung nods understandingly as he guides you back to the main floor, exchanging enough jokes with him to have improved your mood. You courteously return to the bash and converse with Taehyung’s acquaintances, all while Taehyung discreetly can’t help but grab your ass for the rest of the night, and you bite your lip each time his fingers dipped into your lady bits.
“Bitch, it was never your fault. Why are you even saying sorry?”
“Because I feel like shit about the muffins. You should’ve told me I mistook salt for sugar and made them disgustingly sodium-filled!”
“Hey, it was the thought that counted for me, Hana. Besides, they ended up being more like savoury bread rather than muffins.”
“Putrid. Next time I’m just buying you muffins.”
You pouted your lips at Hana’s endearing grumbling, sipping a Mimosa as you lounged by your cottage’s indoor pool, robe hugging your swimsuit-clad figure. Hana currently apologized for the get-well-soon muffins she attempted to bake and sent your way during your time in the hospital. “You might wanna do that, yeah.”
You hear her grunt in annoyance, and plop down on a leather couch on her end. “Whatever, fill me in on what you and your hubby are doing in New Zealand.” She asks, though suddenly becomes suggestive. “Or more accurately, doing each other, I should say.”
“Mmm,” you hum in sheer bliss, stretching out your stiff muscles from the reverse-cowgirl position Taehyung had you in this morning. It was the solution to his morning wood.
“We’re doing each other very wonderfully, thank you for asking.”
“Jesus, I wonder how many little swimmers of Tae’s have already cuddled up and read a goddamn book inside your uterus at this point.”
“Please, nothing feels better than when he fucks me full of cum.” You gloat.
“Girl, shut the fuck up before I ask what Viagra Taehyung uses.” Hana audibly makes you snicker, tucking a hand behind your head as you carelessly talk to her.
“None, actually. He just gets really fucking horny, especially in the morning. You know what they say about men with deep voices.” You remind her.
“Yes,” she grumpily huffs. “The goddamn higher testoerone levels and therefore higher sex drive.”
“Don’t forget the bigger dick size.”
Hana quite literally sounds like she stuffs her face in a pillow with frustration. “Ugh! You really have it all, don’t you?”
“Guilty as charged, babes.” You twiddle with a strand of your hair.
“Christ, now you sound like him too.” You giggle as you’re suddenly distracted by a warm set of hands cradling your arms, and soft lips pressing to your forehead from above you. You smile happily as you peer up to find Taehyung, who lovingly gazes at you below.
“It’s Hana,” you inform him with the phone a little ways from you. He cracks a grin, always having been a mischief.
“So it’s Hana stealing my wife from me, huh?” You both are then privy to Hana’s quite colourfully-languaged rant, Taehyung stifling a laugh as he requests the phone from you. You hold back a chuckle as you watch him press the phone to his ear, fingertips delicately stroking your arm.
“Hana, it’s Tae. What’d you say about my swimmers again?”
“I said they’re probably chilling inside Y/N’s uterus more than you do, captain hard stare.”
“I’ll have you know I last much longer than the average male with my stamina.” Taehyung defends himself, giggling as you listen to them converse. “I last long enough for her to think it’s a punishment.”
“Whatever, I bet you take some sort of Viagra and don’t tell Y/N to seem all dommy and perfect.” Hana snipes back.
“Please, if I took Viagra she’d be passing out in the middle of sex, and I like my wife concious and consenting.”
You can hear how annoyed Hana becomes with how irritatingly perfect Taehyung is, already giving up on this call. “Ugh, just make sure you don’t break her pussy, please? She kinda needs it.”
“Will do with the utmost tender love and care, future Mrs. Min.”
“Ugh, don’t even mention him, you asshole!” Hana hollers into the receiver, referring to your older brother Yoongi before cutting the call on Taehyung. He snickers evilly before handing your phone back. You lock the device and narrow your eyes into slits.
“You really had to mention Yoongi, didn’t you?”
“Eh,” Taehyung shrugs. “Your brother surprisingly calls me with a lot of girl trouble. Took me 0.3 seconds to figure out it’s Hana.”
“What?!” You sound scandalized. “He calls you for girl trouble and not me?”
Taehyung chuckles as he hovers above, forearms resting against the back of your chair. “You gotta accept he likes me better than you, baby.”
“Ugh, whatever.” You roll your eyes, poking your tongue out at him. “I’ll have you know your mother calls me everyday.”
“What?!” Taehyung seems thoroughly offended. “My mom calls you everyday? She barely picks up my calls!”
“You gotta accept she likes me better than, baby.” You mock him obnoxiously, to which Taehyung mimics you in return and ends it off with a harmless scoff. Your husband then rounds your lounging chair, and you find him shirtless with only some loose, grey basketball shorts hugging his deliciously-sculpted hips, examining him closely.
“Since when did you get those?”
“Since I figured out grey sweatpants do something to you.”
You feel aroused by the mere image of him so gloriously toned and bare, licking your lips, eyeing him like a meal. “Not my fault it makes your already big cock look bigger.”
He chuckles to himself. “I could say the same about your boobs in that bikini.”
You peer down at the round globes poking out of your red, quite skimpy swimsuit, covering yourself up with your robe and a death glare. “Don’t you have a work call, babe?”
“Finished, actually.” He informs you. “Besides, I can’t come and see my beautiful wife?”
“Your beautiful wife requires some beauty sleep, genius.” You settle back into your seat for some shut-eye.
“Mmm, you were up with your drawing tablet last night, weren’t you?” Taehyung sits by the edge of the chair next to you, a palm curling over your forehead. Your heart glows, he’s checking your temperature to see if you’re possibly unwell.
Cute.
You sigh as your eyes flutter open, indulging in him gently petting you. Your mind races with millions of ideas, concepts and designs, sighing with distress. “Yeah, I don’t know why I’m having so much trouble coming up with the exterior for your subsidiary’s headquarters building. It’s pissing me off.”
“Hey, it’s alright, Y/N.” Taehyung softly assures you. “It’s the building that’ll end up in the Seoul skyline, so I know you’re under a lot of pressure right now. It’s your dream but.. it’s a lot to think about in reality.”
You look at him seriously now, pouting your lips. “It’s not just the pressure, Tae. I don’t want to…” You pause, never really having discussed this with Taehyung.
“You don’t want to what, Princess?”
You evade his eyes as you merely stare off to the side. You lay on your back and soon stare at the ceiling, lips mumbling as you fold your arms. “Idon’twanttodisappointyouwithmyideas.”
“Huh?”
“I dont-” You begin loudly, until you simmer down. “I don’t want to disappoint you with what I come up with.”
Taehyung seals his lips together with an almost unbelieving smile, softening into one of sympathy. “Baby.. how could you ever think something like that?”
“I don’t know, Tae.” You sulk. “You could’ve chosen the best architect in all of Korea, heck, in the world if you wanted. But you had to settle for your wife instead, and I don’t know if I can deliver something that’s.. that’s show-stopping enough for your company.”
“Princess,” Taehyung calls you gently,shifting to the edge of your chair, his palms landing either side of you. “Never for even a second, think I settled for you. I chose you as my wife, and I, by all means with my heart, also chose you as my architect.”
“But what if I’m not good enough?” You express with a thick voice, eyes filling with moisture the more you think about it. Yes, you’ve enjoyed all the time you’ve been able to spend with Taehyung, with all the travelling and sex and being so romantically in love. But this new job Taehyung’s given you, it’s pressurizing.
Needing to construct the entire design and look of his new subsidiary feels like a weight on your shoulders, and you often consider if your measly creativity and talent may even cut it for something so large-scale.
Taehyung grows concerned over the emotion he sees in your eyes, becoming upset he didn’t notice this earlier. “God, I’m an idiot. How long have you felt like this, baby? Stressing all by yourself?”
“I don’t know, a while. I just.. I just don’t know if I measure up.” Old thoughts return to haunt you, still mentally reeling from the damage of constant hatred, judgement months ago. You feel as though the wrong move even now could invite them back, waiting for those words.. those people to cut you deeper than a knife again. “I’ve never measured up to you anyway, Tae. And I’d just rather die than give you a shitty building design and have everyone think you were completely biased in giving me this job. I don’t want to have you act like you love what I come up with just because I’m your wife, either.”
Your husband sighs as he gazes at you, clasping a hand of yours that rests over your stomach. “Y/N, I will literally punish you right now.”
“What?! How is sex going to fix this?”
Taehyung chuckles at your cute reaction. “What I mean to say is, don’t talk shit about my wife and my architect.” He playfully scolds, and you try to hide a sheepish smile.
“Princess, look. I understand how you feel. My wife and my architect are the same person, and yes, as your boss, as a CEO and businessman, I want an innovative design for this project to really take off.” Taehyung explains, but always manages to comfort you. “But I’m also your husband, Y/N. Yes, you’re my architect that happens to be my wife, but that doesn’t mean I’m blindly vouching for your talent. It’s because I’m your husband I know you’ll create something show-stopping.”
Your heart softens, gripping his hand as you listen with your doe eyes, and Taehyung falls even more in love.
“We’ve fucked enough times in your studio for me to nearly memorize every drawing and model you have in there.” Your undressed foot comes up to kick at him, Taehyung chuckling. “But I’m serious, Y/N. I see what you draw on that tablet of yours, I’ve seen your sketchbook and I see the cuts on your hands from tirelessly sculpting flawless models. I chose you because you’re the most talented person I know.” Taehyung rubs your tummy.
“Listen, one of the reasons I fell in love with you was because I was convinced your hands were made to love, but I also fell in love because I believe your hands have the Midas touch, too. You’re more talented than you think.” You feel your chest become lighter, rising from your laid out position. You gently play with his fingers in your lap.
“You really think so?”
“I know so. I don’t call you my little artist wife for nothing.” Taehyung pinches your cheek, and you endearingly grin. “You’re a true artist, Y/N. And I know I’ll love anything you come up with.”
You sigh a breath of relief. Your hand comes up to sweep through Taehyung’s luscious locks of hair, admiring him whole-heartedly. “I love you, Taehyung.”
“I love you more.” Taehyung’s lips curve into his signature boxy smile, leaning in for a tender kiss. Taehyung’s attention flits towards the pool after breaking away.
“You didn’t go in?” He gestures towards the untouched pool, having noticed the lack of water surrounding the edge.
“No, Hana ended up calling me.”
Taehyung then smirks, knowing he does when he’s got nothing but trouble-making on his mind. “Well, I have an idea.” And without warning, Taehyung immediately removes your robe as though it were offensive, and he scoops your scantily-clad body up in his arms.
You yelp the second he hoists you up, his feet quick to approach the pool. Your worried eyes widen immediately, erratically smacking his shoulder. “Taehyung, no! No no no no no-”
“All is fair in love and war!”
Taehyung recklessly throws all logic aside and leaps into the pool with you. You grip him like a vice in the water as he clambers around, feeling water having shot up your nose. You gasp copiously for air once Taehyung resurfaces you both.
“Taehyung! What the fuck was that for? You know I can’t swim!”
“That’s why I’ve got you, Princess. Don’t worry.” He attempts to cool you down, but you challenge him with scornful eyes and parted lips that scream ‘what the fuck?’
“Okay, I kinda wanted to see you get wet in this bikini.” He shamefully pouts admitting himself, and as much as you want to get mad, you end up snickering, finding him downright adorable.
“God, I don’t know if I want to kiss your face or fuck you in this pool.”
“Actually,” Taehyung drawls, an idea on his mind. “I’ve been wanting to try something recently.”
“And that is?”
“You know that pool scene in the show we’ve been watching on Netflix? Sex/Life?”
You already begin laughing, holding onto Taehyung as you listen intently. “Yes, baby.”
“I want to try pool sex with you.” Taehyung reveals, and you can’t help but already find his tousled, wet hair and perfect skin dripping with water incredibly sexy.
“Mmm, then get me naked and put your cock in me, sailor.” You bounce your brows and press your breasts up against Taehyung's chest, watching him shut his eyes in pleasure. He impatiently engulfs you in a kiss, swimming you towards the edge of the pool.
He hoists you out of the water, and you squeal with a giggle as Taehyung spreads your legs wide open. He stands in the pool, kissing up your thigh as his fingers hook around your bikini bottoms, stroking your hips.
And throughout your needy whimpers, he sends you hungry, obsidian eyes as he strips off your underwear, moaning when Taehyung’s lips find your pussy.
You restlessly toss and turn in bed, grumbling in the early morning.
A queasy feeling has stirred you awake, constantly churning your stomach. It travels up your esophagus and suddenly lying down feels disgustingly uncomfortable. You prop yourself up, rubbing an eye as you shoot a look beside you, and find a shirtless Taehyung on his side, deep in his sleep.
Relaxing at the sight of his cute lips, pretty eyelashes tucked against his skin, you take a deep breath. But you’re suddenly attacked by the compelling urge to throw up. You toss the covers off your body and lock yourself in your master bathroom, hurling into the toilet bowl.
Just when you think it’s over, it isn’t, another round rakes your figure as tears crowd your eyes and acid begins burning your throat. You rest on the floor feeling incredibly weak and icky, unable to rid yourself of the queasy feeling, until violently throwing up again. You gasp in pain, your nose and eyes a mess as you finally feel some sort of relief.
You manage to pick yourself off the floor, leaning over the sink for a moment or two to simply catch your breath. Peering at your reflection in the mirror, a crisis hits you hard, wondering what in God’s name this is. You quickly clean your face and rinse your mouth, staring at your complexion. You don’t appear the healthiest, but it’s technically granted having just emptied out your stomach.
Maybe it’s food poisoning, maybe it's the constant environmental changes, the exposure to so many different things in so many different countries, it’s all a possibility.
But deep down, you have an inkling of what it means, and as much as you know it’s the answer, you store it away in the deepest, darkest recesses of your mind.
With a fresh face and calm system, you trudge back to bed. You crawl into the covers gently so as to not wake Taehyung, and cuddle into his warm, bare chest closely for the rest of your slumber, hoping to God that whatever this is, it isn’t what you think it is.
You missed your period, you missed your stupid fucking period and now you’re ironically praying for mother nature to just give it to you already.
Sure, what woman wouldn’t enjoy a break from the usual abdominal torture of cramps? The stabbing in your lower back or hugging a heating pad until you eventually cry yourself to sleep? But if it meant you were to trade it all for pregnancy, that’s where the line gets drawn.
You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t be pregnant, could you? There’s no way... you and Taehyung are always safe about this, safe about sex. You take your birth control shots and nowadays, as much as your husband has an impregnation kink, he loves his cum play and has been recently releasing his load on you.
So where in the absolute fuck is your period?
You shake your leg incessantly as you mull over your bowl of cereal, gaining a mini anxiety attack from the situation at hand. You’re both enjoying breakfast in your lovely, homey cottage together in New Zealand.
Taehyung cluelessly forks his waffles as he scrolls through his Surface, watching his facial expressions change as he no doubt reads the numerous emails a busy CEO like him receives.
Great, another reason to make you feel anxious. How in the absolute hell are you supposed to bring this up to Taehyung, now? No way could you blurt it out in the open. Taehyung told you he didn’t want to really have kids anytime soon, just like you did. He desires to travel the world and spend his, what he originally thought, copious amounts of time with you, alone. Experience the things as a couple you haven’t done before.
And yes, you’ve gone scuba-diving and rock-climbing; hell, even the human catapulting activity in New Zealand together just the other day. You’ve fucked in the most obscure and wild places, embarked on riveting adventures together, attended grand, luxurious parties and drank enough snazzy booze to leave Hoseok content. You’ve both lived well until now, you won’t deny how blessed you are, but frankly, there were still many things left to do, and a baby would only make that harder.
A baby… a goddamn baby.
“What in the motherfuck?” Your husband suddenly curses, eyebrows drawn together in disgust. “This isn’t how you draft a resolution. How am I supposed to sign this shit?” Taehyung complains aloud, more so to himself, you know, but the scrutinizing and disapproving way he eyes his laptop tells you he’s not just distasteful about it, but also stressed.
And your suspicions are proven correct when…
“Jesus Christ, we’re already behind and people can’t even draft me an adequate resolution. Way to add to my fucking stress.”
Great, great. Your billionaire CEO husband that’s trying to now build an entirely new subsidiary along with still dealing with the repercussions of his excommunication from his family and carrying his entire company image on his shoulders all because of you, is stressed.
And now he doesn’t even know his wife could be harbouring his child in her fucking uterus.
You feel like ripping your hair out, there’s no way Taehyung would ever take this information calmly. Taehyung rarely gets angry with you, but what if this pisses him off? There’s really only one thing that could’ve made this possible.
You must’ve forgotten your birth control shot.
You swear you visited Dr. Oh for your shot, you swear you did. But then again, you’ve been visiting quite a handful of doctors ever since you were discharged from the hospital. Taehyung remained your paranoid, concerned husband and insisted you keep your health in adamant check. With all the bloodwork and tests you’ve been conducting for the right vitamin medications and diagnoses, you must’ve lost track.
Tears already begin to prick your eyes, you can’t be pregnant. You just can’t. Taehyung doesn’t deserve the stress of a pregnant wife right now, and there’s just no way he could handle raising a child either in this stage of his life. You’re both still young, you still have so much time, so much to do, so why is this happening to you?
You thought for once you and Taehyung could do something at your own pace. Choose to do something life-changing and monumental like start a family. At least have a choice in something, not have it forced upon you.
And yet, it seems you would both lose that opportunity, too.
Drowning in sheer anxiety, Taehyung seems to notice the incessant shaking of your leg, reaching out and settling his warm palm over your knee under the table.
“Is everything alright, Princess?” He asks, gauging your expression.
“Yeah, of course. I’m just..” Your voice becomes uncharacteristically high-pitched, clearing your throat. “I’m just nervous about my designs, is all.” You laugh off with a fake smile.
Taehyung clicks his tongue. “Baby, I told you everything would be okay. Just do what your heart tells you to do, alright? I’m sure everyone will love them.”
Sure, but how would you feel knowing there could possibly be two hearts inside me?
“Yeah,” you meekly respond, flashing him an unconvincing smile. His lips curve with sympathy, cradling your hand over the table and pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. His thumb begins caressing you then, knowing he’s absent-mindedly trying to calm your nerves. Taehyung’s always so endearingly attentive like that, and it’s moments like this that make you believe you could tell them anything in the world.
But clutching your stomach with your free hand, your anxiety returns, knowing logically, there’s no room for a baby in your life right now. And as much as you know Taehyung loves you, maybe he’s not ready for a kid at all, either.
There it is again, that revolting feeling of acid in your throat.
You awake the next morning hunched over your toilet again, hacking up last night’s Italian food. You sit back on the floor after your fourth time throwing up, tears streaming down your face contemplating how much you fucked up. You’re not sure if it’s the heightened hormones, but your emotions are on a highline you can’t subside.
Your anxiety’s been crippling ever since you missed your period, and sometimes you feel so sick with nerves you want to crawl up into a reclusive ball and lock yourself in a room. You attempt to collect yourself after so much heaving, the wretched taste in your mouth nothing compared to the pain of silently sobbing into your hands.
This just can’t be happening to you.
As much as you love children and yearn for a family of your own, it’s too early. Taehyung is going to hate you. He’ll become upset with you for not taking your shot, for not being responsible or careful enough. You know he’s a caring man, you know he’s understanding and will unconditionally love you no matter, but that’s what anyone says before something eventually tears them apart.
And you sincerely hope this isn’t it.
A sudden, soft knock to the bathroom door jolts you out of your misery, panicking when you hear Taehyung’s familiar smooth, baritone voice. He sounds so concerned.
“Baby, are you in there? Is everything alright?” He asks worriedly, but there’s a slight, groggy slur to his words, thanking God he must’ve only just woken up.
“I’m-I’m fine, Tae. I just, um…” You search for a goddamn excuse this early in the morning, still disoriented from throwing up stomach acid. “I just had a nightmare, baby. I’m okay.”
“A nightmare? They came back?” He asks, knowing he’s only being his caring, loving self, but right now all you could do was succumb to the tears that stream down your face.
“Yeah, I just… I saw something and got scared so I wanted to freshen up.”
“Okay, that’s fine, sweetheart.” He reassures you. “Is it okay if I come in? I’m sorry I didn’t wake up.”
“No, no, I..” You pause, quickly scrambling off the floor, sniffling away your mess of a face and speedily running some water. You rapidly splash some upon your skin for a refresher, compiling a persuasive tone.
“It’s okay, Tae. I’m fine, I promise.” You lie straight through your teeth, wanting to wring your own neck out for lying to the love of your life. Why did you feel so stupidly incapable of telling him something so urgent? Didn’t he always tell you he’d be there for you in whatever way you needed? So why are you hiding this from him? Making him feel guilty for not waking up and comforting you when you’re lying?
“Alright, I’ll use our other bathroom this morning since you’re in here. Just.. let me know if you feel anxious, okay?” You wanted to smack your head against a wall, cursing yourself for being the worst wife on planet earth. Swallowing your sins down your throat, guilt finds a home in your chest, but you respond chirpily.
“Of course, baby! I’ll make those chocolate pancakes with strawberries you love.” You tuck your hair behind your ears, scanning your sullen face for any signs of sickness.
“Oh, I’d love those. I’ll come down later to help you!” He enthusiastically cheers back, and once you hear his footsteps recede, you lean against the bathroom door in sheer agony.
You wonder how you’re ever going to get past this, because lying to Taehyung feels like poison coursing through your veins.
“Um, Tae, is it okay if I drive the Palisade to town? I just have to go by the convenience store.” You query your husband who busily types away at his laptop in the living room. He pays undivided attention towards his screen, glasses adorning his face, lounging in his loose, beige pants with an oversized, black t-shirt.
He quirks a brow at your question. “To town? What do you need from the convenience store?”
A pregnancy test.
“Uhh, I just need some extra pads.” You nervously chuckle, wanting to fucking eat grass for being so obvious.
“Bought you a full pack on my last grocery trip, babe.” He absent-mindedly recalls, nibbling his bottom lip as he remains absorbed in his laptop, busy eyes trained on a document.
Goddamn this man and his annoyingly sweet attentiveness sometimes.
“I mean, not pads. My daily panty-liners.”
“Got you those, too. The long ones you like.”
“Oh my God, I fucking meant tampons!”
“You don’t wear tampons, Y/N.”
You feel like punching the air, hating the irony of getting frustrated over your sweetheart of a husband. You laugh yet again, hitting your forehead as though you’re a klutzy, forgetful fawn.
“Jesus, I’m so dumb. I wanted to get a heating pad for us since we forgot to pack ours from home, haha.” You conjure up the save, mentally commending yourself for that one.
Taehyung suddenly stops typing to tilt his head, as though rummaging through his mind. “Oh, you’re right, we did leave it at home.” He finally folds and you mentally celebrate, until his vision snaps towards you, pulling his glasses down to regard you. “Are you not feeling well?”
“I’m just having those usual back and leg aches. PMS-ing, you know?” You really hate yourself for so easily lying, clasping your hands behind your back. You remain draped in one of Taehyung’s enormous grey hoodies, pajama bottoms covering your legs.
“I’ll take you then, Princess. The terrain isn’t safe for you to drive by yourself.” Taehyung already begins last minute scanning over his document, hitting save.
“No, no!” You rapidly stop him. “Y-you’re working on something, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but I can spend some time taking you. I don’t want you in town by yourself, Princess.” He replies while adjusting his glasses, closing his computer. “You’re not feeling well either, and we need some groceries as well.”
You seriously want to curse your husband for being the most goddamn perfect man on Earth. Wanting to shove your fist in your mouth, you clear your throat to speak more persuasively.
“Honey, I don’t want to bother you while you’re working. I’ll be fine by myself, I promise.” You purposefully sweeten your tone, but Taehyung’s already removing his glasses, placing them atop his computer.
“Don’t worry, baby. Just let me get dressed and we’ll go together.” He sends you a show-stopping smile as he rises from the couch. He approaches you and hooks a hand on your arm, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. He makes towards your staircase, grabbing the back of his t-shirt and already tugging it off as he ascends.
While you quite literally feel like screaming into a pillow.
You spy on Taehyung from behind one of the small shelves stocked full of crappy junk food, watching him peruse the noodle section for his favourite ramen. He seems occupied enough, deeming this your golden opportunity to dash towards the health and personal care section.
Locating the area, you come face to face with numerous items you need a second to even compute. Your eyes precariously scrutinize the products; condoms, lip balm, lube… pregnancy tests! You attempt to examine the different kinds, remembering the one time Hana went on an extensive rant about always purchasing high-quality branded pregnancy tests for an accurate result.
Taking a deep breath, you try to identify the best ones but come up short considering you’re in an entirely different country, and have no clue what brand is even the most accurate.
You try to look for an universel ones you may know, but huff in annoyance, only left to determine on your lonesome. Carefully reading each label, a sudden hand to your back makes you jump out of your skin, squealing so loud nearby shoppers send you odd looks.
“Woah, baby, are you good?” Taehyung laughs a little as you hold a hand to your heart, swallowing.
“Jesus, you scared me.”
“Why are you in this section?”
Fuck, God is really testing you right now, isn’t He? This is all just some karmic revenge for lying to your angel of a husband, isn’t it?
“I was.. um, looking at lube!” You enthusiastically joke, tapping one of the products close enough to the pregnancy tests to seem believable.
“Lube? We don’t need lube, baby.” Taehyung then encases your waist in his hands and presses his lips to your ear, husky voice whispering. “I already get you dripping wet.” You shudder at the hot timbre of his breath, suppressing a moan as you focus on your somewhat successful lie.
“Whatever, I just wanted to see the flavours and stuff they had, genius.” You roll your eyes and cross your arms, Taehyung chuckling at your little act.
“We can look at them together if you really do want to use lube, babe.” Taehyung offers. He speaks quieter and by your ear this time, minding the shoppers that lounge around. “Has our sex not been wet enough for you.. or..?”
He’s asking with concern, and you again, feel as though you deserve to be bonked a million times over. Now you’re making your sex God of a husband think he’s not making you wet enough, how absolutely wonderful of you.
“No, oh God no you get me Niagara Falls down there, Tae.” You quickly deny him, watching him softly smile at your exaggeration. “I was just looking for fun, I promise.”
“I see. Well, I found a heating pad for you.” Taehyung adorably presents a boxed heating pad, and your heart melts accepting it.
“Thank you, Tae.” You genuinely smile, though your mind becomes subconsciously stressed knowing you need a pregnancy test, and it seems Taehyung won’t leave you alone for a while.
“Come, let’s get checked out.” He places a hand on the small of your back and leads you towards the cash registers, attempting to devise a plan of action.
Taehyung bids the cashier a warm farewell once she’s finished, retrieving the bag of your items and following your husband towards the exit with crippling anxiety. You still don’t have a pregnancy test, and cannot leave town without one.
Your frazzled brain only starts to shift its gears once you’ve both stepped outside the store and onto the pavement, quickly thinking on your feet.
“Hey, Tae. I’m sorry but I just.. I just remembered I needed a lint roller!” You call out and act all careless, which really isn’t off-brand from you. “Stupid me, ours ran out the last time I checked.”
“Oh,” Taehyung acknowledges, praying to God he doesn’t elect to join you.
Your worries are quelled when he releases your hand, facing you with a grin.
“Alright, Princess. I’ll wait in the car for you, then.” He confirms, and you wave to him once he turns his back to approach the Palisade. You take a breath of relief as you quickly dart inside the store, not giving a single crap in the world and rapidly choosing the prettiest looking pregnancy test there was. You weren’t dense enough to forget the lint roller, knowing you’d look absolutely telling if you didn’t actually purchase one. You speedily slammed the test and the roller down on the cashier’s desk, heart hammering as you waved her off about a bag and stuffed the receipt directly into a trash can.
You slip the pregnancy test into the pocket of Taehyung’s hoodie, and securely hold the lint roller in your hands as you jog towards Taehyung’s car. You rigidly enter and strap yourself in, Taehyung asking if that’s really everything and nodding an emphatic yes, stuffing the lint roller into your previous plastic bag.
Sitting back in your passenger seat, Taehyung sends you a reassuring smile before he’s driving you two back home, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping your thigh like usual. You grow too afraid he’ll feel or see a clear box in the hoodie pocket, and slowly turn your legs away from him to disconnect his hand.
You lean against your door and peer out the window, disguising your attempt to cover the hoodie pocket with a tired grumble. You can see the way Taehyung becomes confused by your actions, and you feel a twinge of pain in your heart knowing you never reject him like that.
You know it leaves him in the dark, but your husband’s always been wonderful enough to simply understand, placing his hands at ten and two, and merely focusing on the road before him with silence the rest of the ride.
You inhale a deep, relaxing breath on the edge of the bathtub, waiting for the two minutes you’re instructed in order to determine whether or not there’s a whole human growing inside you.
The pressure was already building from when Taehyung inquired why your complexion looked paler during dinner. You laughed it off with a simple ‘lack of sun’ argument here in New Zealand, Taehyung buying it enough to continue eating his dinner.
You’d excused yourself for the restroom after Taehyung offered to do the dishes, and said you’d meet him back in the main room for movie night. As you went along your way and Taehyung remained oblivious in the kitchen, you suddenly felt the onset of an upset stomach yet again, bolting to your bathroom upstairs just to throw up without earning his attention.
Becoming now accustomed to the taste of acid, you merely shrug off the God awful feeling of upchucking your dinner, and finally gain the opportunity to pee on this damn stick.
With another nervous, anxiety-ridden sigh, the timer on your phone goes off. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting your final prayers reach God as you open them, and slowly turn the pregnancy test over.
Positive.
You stare, dumb-founded, feeling your heart drop to the pits of your stomach. You clutch a hand over your mouth, tears filling your eyes with an emotion you couldn’t even describe.
Positive, positive. There was positively a baby inside you, a child. And the baby was yours and Taehyung’s... Taehyung is the father of this child.
Excitement at the realization crosses your mind, laughing for a bit before the sad reality socked you in the gut. This isn’t good at all, this is horrible. The new subsidiary, your new role as the head architect and learning facilitator. Taehyung’s strenuous job as a CEO, your talk about not wanting kids right now.
Tears swiftly cascade down your cheeks as you contemplate every spiralling thought known to humankind. You couldn’t be pregnant, there’s no way, you just couldn’t. Could you even handle being a mother? How would everyone react? Is Taehyung ready to be a father? To split his life between work, his wife and now a child? Would he even be happy? Would he be mad at you? Would he leave you?
Is this even how you two ever wanted to start a family?
You quietly cry to yourself as your gut-wrenching emotions boil over, suffocating your chest to the point in which you can’t breathe. How could you have forgotten your stupid birth control shot? How could you have done something so absolutely careless when Taehyung always instructed you to be diligent about your wellbeing?
Tears rim your lashes as you snivel like a child, peeking at the time on your device. You’re taking far too long for a simple bathroom break, and sooner rather than later Taehyung’s going to become worried. Collecting yourself, you wash your face, noticing your eyes appear too bloodshot for someone that didn’t just cry, and Taehyung’s too attentive a man.
Scouring through your supplies, you manage to locate eye drops and plop some in, blinking multiple times to feel much better. You clean your nose as well, placing the eyes drops away and confirming your unsuspecting, fresher look before joining your unknowing, completely clueless husband downstairs.
Taehyung can tell something’s up.
He noticed the couple of mornings he woke up without you by his side, and instead in the bathroom. He may cherish his sleep, especially with the seldom he earns as a CEO, but he’s always able to sense the lack of your warmth. The emptiness always stirs him awake, finding it strange if you ever woke up before him.
You loved your sleep and despised mornings.
The first time he brushed it off as you simply needing to use the bathroom, especially when you crawled back in bed and cuddled with him afterwards.
But the second time, Taehyung could hear the sounds of you retching even over the running water. The concern that flooded him was instant, his chest filling with a pit of unease as he immediately propped off the bed, and pressed his ear to the door.
He hears you struggling for air, and the clear sounds of you terribly throwing up. Cursing himself for not having been there when you woke up, Taehyung lightly raps at the door. He attempts to play it cool, acting as though he doesn’t hear how sick you are. When you claim it was a nightmare and that you’re fine, he attributes it to your anxiety that still worries him nonetheless.
“Okay, that’s fine, sweetheart.” He fretfully responds. “Is it okay if I come in? I’m sorry I didn’t wake up.”
“No, no, I..” He hears you take a moment, and suddenly the sounds of your scrambling in the bathroom.
“It’s okay, Tae. I’m fine, I promise.” Taehyung doesn’t exactly buy the excuse, but he figures he should give you some space and privacy in a moment like this. If something truly were bothering you, you would’ve felt comfortable enough to tell him. He already noticed something was different about you; you weren’t as affectionate and clingy before, which granted, sometimes you become withdrawn from him or intimacy when you’re near your period.
But Taehyung could tell it wasn’t that. You become more emotional when you PMS and crave chocolate enough that you beg him on your knees to buy you some. If you’re near your period, usually you coddle him, become erratically horny and insist you take advantage of the blissful, eggless window of time in your menstrual cycle.
But Taehyung’s always been able to read people like a book, it was very much his talent, and he could tell this really had nothing to do with your period.
Funny enough, he actually swears you're a week late.
What really gave it away to Taehyung was the worrisome visit to the convenience store. Usually you would cling to his side and rarely wandered off by yourself when you both shopped together. He recalls you telling him you like keeping your handsome man in sight, because he was all yours, and only yours.
You claimed it was annoying, but he actually loved it.
The absence of you by his side made him naturally seek you, searching, searching, until he eventually found you quite obviously jittery in the personal care section. He sneaks up on you, and you’re clearly so distracted you don’t even notice him. You nearly leap out of your own skin when he touches you, shocking him out of his wits.
“Woah, baby, are you good?” He kinda laughs, sometimes you’re just so cute.
“Jesus, you scared me.”
“Why are you in this section?”
Taehyung’s seriously unsure as to why you would be in this section. You both don’t need condoms considering he’s been going inside you raw since day one. The lube also doesn’t add up when he knows your sex is always wet, maybe you’re looking at lip balm.
“I was.. um, looking at lube!”
Well, fuck. Do you actually need lube? Taehyung plays it off as a joke at first.
“Lube? We don’t need lube, baby. I already get you dripping wet.”
But when you insist you’re looking at flavours, Taehyung thinks you really do want to use some. Maybe the sex was wet enough for him, but not for you, and your pleasure is always his priority when it comes to sex. Though you inform him it’s not a big deal, and he understands you were most likely looking to look. His suspicions only heighten when you claim the need to buy a lint roller outside the store. He immediately cocks his brow at that.
Taehyung’s the one who packed the lint roller for this trip, and he knows it’s nowhere near done.
He considers calling out your lie right this instant, but Taehyung thinks he’ll compromise whatever you’re keeping from him, and make things too complicated outside a store in public. Rarely has he ever caught the sight of you lying to him, but believes it must be something dire if you feel the need to not speak to him about it.
Funnily knowing you’re lying, Taehyung lies, too.
“Oh, alright, Princess. I’ll wait in the car for you, then.”
He sees you scramble into the store as quickly as possible once he turns his back, and as much as he wants to spy on you and figure out exactly what you’re buying, he feels like it’s a ghastly invasion of privacy. His moral compass wins, and so he stalks back to the Palisade with a heavy heart and mind.
He knows something is certainly wrong when you dryly deny his touch on the drive home. His heart feels a rejected sting, though he sucks it up to save you both the trouble. At least he knows something’s wrong, and he’ll keep playing the innocent, oblivious game until you feel ready enough to tell him.
Because even if he feels sick with worry for you when you appear paler during dinner, and only brush him off about it, he still desires to trust you; even if a million questions run through his mind while he washes the dishes, and prepares for movie night with sulking, droopy shoulders.
Taehyung laughs at something on-screen, lazily draping an arm around your shoulder as you lean on him, the other thrown behind his head. He manspreads before you, typically casting your legs over his but today, you felt far too vulnerable to get intimate this movie night.
You mindlessly rubbed at your lips, a nervous habit of yours. Taehyung remains immersed in the movie, but you couldn’t focus on the film, not when all that plagued you was the possibility of ruining every good thing you built with Taehyung.
Just as you contemplate him, you suddenly feel his hand slither around your waist, pulling you closer. He begins indulging in senseless touching and cuddling, drawing a gentle, useless pattern on your side. He even dips down to kiss your cheek, his eyes shifting towards your nervous lip rubbing, and getting a hold of your hand.
“Don’t do that, Princess.” He softly reminds you, bringing your fingers to his lips for kisses. “It’s not good for your lips.”
Taehyung half focuses on the movie, half kisses up your arm. It feels nice, and so you relish in the gentle affection. He slowly transitions to kissing your jaw. He trails down with his lips until he reaches your neck, suddenly suckling lightly at the sensitive skin.
You enjoy the kissing, eyes fluttering shut as his lips pay careful attention to your one sweet spot. You gently moan when he begins mouthing a little harder, his warm palm nestling over your midriff. He glides down your skin until he reaches your stomach, rubbing soothing circles that should’ve otherwise made you feel comfortable, but instead reminded you of the secret human growing inside you.
The thought trips you up, and suddenly Taehyung’s lips feel like leeches on your throat. His hand doesn’t even remain on your stomach, but rather travels further, further, and further down until his fingertips dip into your clothed core. He begins gently rubbing you down there, knowing that any other day you would’ve hitched a leg over Taehyung and rode him until he fucked you full of cum.
But now, the idea left fear twisting your gut, anxious recalling what you know, and what Taehyung doesn’t.
“Tae..” You call him, but he doesn’t exactly answer.
“Taehyung.” You say more urgently as you gently try pushing him off, but he only responds with an indulgent moan.
You’re not thinking clearly enough to even use the safe word, growing too anxious, too emotional and yelling his name with a hard shove. “Taehyung!”
He falters back at the force, looking at you completely shocked. “Baby, are you-”
“God, can you not listen when I call your name?” You angrily spit at him, Taehyung’s eyes going wide at your tone, hands up in clueless surrender.
“I’m-I-”
His rambling only leaves you spiralling, not in your right of mind as you prop off the couch and away from him, too fragile to be near him. Taehyung stands to his feet as well as he tries to approach you, reaching out his hands with acute concern.
“Baby, hey, I’m sorry-”
“For the love of God, can you for once try not to have sex with me?” You evade his touch as you tightly fold your arms, not even sure where these words come from, but your muddled mind conjures them as some sort of distraction from your harrowing thoughts.
Taehyung looks completely caught off guard, and appears the epitome of apologetic. “Y/N, I’m-I’m sorry. I just-”
“For fuck’s sake, can we not even watch a movie without you trying something? Can’t you see I’m not in the mood?” Your tone is sharp enough to cut a diamond, words the equivalent of daggers. “Is sex all you fucking want from me?”
Your husband seems completely nonplussed, struggling to form a sentence. You know you’re hurting his feelings, you can tell by the wounded look on his face, but something about your fucked up mental state thinks it’s okay to say this to him.
“Y/N, I’m-I’m so sorry. I.. I shouldn’t have done that. I apologize.”
His apologies make your mind fall into a pit of frustration, wanting to laugh at how absolutely perfect and sweet Taehyung is, but all you are is a conniving, lying wife who’s making him apologize. Your anxiety overwhelms you as tears prick your eyes, sniffling as Taehyung from across sees your glossy irises.
“Oh my God, baby. Are you okay? I’m-I’m so fucking sorry.” He rapidly approaches you with concern, worried eyes searching you as he cradles your arms. “I swear sex isn’t all I want from you. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, I’m so sorry-” Yet again, your vulnerable mindset causes you to smack his hands off, denying his touch.
“Don’t fucking touch me right now.” Is all you get out, your emotions are too compromising. You’re losing air, losing your grip on reality as you merely dart out of the main room. You rush up the stairs in a hurry, and an incredibly afraid Taehyung chases after you, worryingly calling out.
“Y/N, Y/N!”
You ignore him, feeling bile crawl up your esophagus and scrambling into your bathroom with a lock of the door. You throw up yet again, holding your hair out of your face. The pain in your chest is unbearable and the contents of your stomach present themselves into another sickly release of bile.
You cry to yourself in the bathroom, your pressurizing thoughts spinning a dark web in your mind as you consider every way you destroyed your relationship. Hearing the door being banged at followed by that caramel voice of Taehyung’s only cause you to sob harder, the worry in his tone unlike anything you’ve ever heard.
“Y/N, Y/N! We can talk this out, please. Just tell me what’s wrong, baby. Please.. open the door!”
“No, just-leave me alone!”
“Y/N, you know in a million years I would never do that. I know something else is bothering you, baby.” Taehyung valiantly argues, breaking your heart to hear the way his voice wavers, growing heavy with fear and emotion. You only cry more, miserable as you sulk by yourself on the bathroom floor.
Another bout of throwing up rakes your insides, hunching over the toilet bowl and emptying your stomach yet again.
“Baby, Princess, please.” Taehyung begs you with his life on the other side, harshly rapping at the door. “I can’t.. I can’t listen to you like this, please just let me in.”
“I’m so stupid, Tae. I’m -I’m so fucking stupid.” You hiccup as you gain the fickle strength to pick yourself up, barely looming over the sink. You weakly turn the handle of the sink and run some water, attempting to clean yourself, but you weep incessantly.
“What? How are you stupid, Jagiya? What’s so wrong, baby, please tell me.” Taehyung tries to work with you, but his own voice breaks with every plea.
Becoming too fragile to be by yourself, to fight this all alone, you lose all composure and break into two. You clutch your head in your hands as you crawl up into a ball on the ground, the onset of a panic attack overwhelming you.
You begin to hyperventilate, your intakes for air clearly loud enough that the silence from the other side of the door soon turns into frantic slamming, Taehyung’s voice screaming with imminent danger.
“Y/N, are you having a panic attack? Y/N! Open this door!” You don’t listen to him, only clutch your hands over your ears because the constant noise becomes too much, the banging so loud it was as though Taehyung was banging around inside your head. You wail loudly now, the pain, your migraine, your chest, everything becoming so hard, so absolutely soul-crushing to bear that incessant tears are your only answer.
In a matter of seconds, your door suddenly bursts open when Taehyung finds something to twist the lock open from the outside, rapidly faltering to you on the floor.
“Princess, Princess!” He clutches you in his arms, almost like he was pulling you out of the water you’re drowning in.
“Taehyung.. Please, please don’t get mad at me.” You snivel like a child, saying whatever comes to your mind as you cry to him. “Please don’t hate me.. It was just a mistake.”
“What mistake? Baby, God..” Taehyung becomes teary-eyed himself as he holds you, worriedly casting your hair away from your face to regard your tear-stained cheeks. His heart breaks into agonizing pieces. “Baby, for the love of God, just tell me what’s wrong. How could I ever hate you?”
Your helpless hands grip his hoodie as some sort of support, some form of an anchor as you gain the courage to utter, sniffling.
“I.. I’m pregnant.”
There’s a pause, a deafening, silent pause as you silently cry. You can’t even see his face right now, eyes too blinded by the messy tears, your head hanging low with shame.
“W-what?”
“I-I forgot my shot, and I-I got pregnant.” You choke up and hyperventilate, clutching his clothes like a lifeline. “I’m so sorry, Taehyung. Please don’t hate me.. Please don’t get mad at me.”
Your husband doesn’t do anything for a moment, and you fear that you truly fucked up, devastated everything you two had ever built. Your forehead falls against his chest as you cry harder at his silence, clasping his clothes oh so tightly.
But within your next breath, you feel warm, loving hands cradle your cheeks. You’re softly guided to lock eyes with him, and you don’t see a single cell of anger or negative emotions within him. He gazes delicately, sweetly, absolutely dumb-founded that you could think such a thing.
“Oh God, my baby...” Taehyung completely breaks apart, tears escaping him as he immediately engulfs your crying figure in his arms. He squeezes you into the tightest hug he’s ever given you.
“No.. no, no, no, Princess.” Taehyung pleads. “I would never.. I could never get angry at you for something like this.” Taehyung envelopes your entire form with his much larger one, your cries muffled in his shirt as he cradles you in his lap.
“Jesus, baby please stop crying, oh God.” He squeezes the life out of you, attempting to swallow his own emotions down his throat as you sob uncontrollably.
“I don’t hate you, Princess, I could never hate you at all.” Taehyung strokes your hair affectionately. “Shh, my baby... my precious baby.”
All your husband has the power to do is rub your back, weave his fingers through your hair as he desperately holds you, and tries to soothe you in any way possible. You still breathe erratically and out of rhythm, and Taehyung’s cracking into pieces.
“Look at me, Y/N.” He strengthens his voice, though tears fall from him as he holds your cheeks. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry. Deep breaths for me, angel, c’mon. Breathe for me.” He replicates a healthy breathing pattern, rubbing a soothing hand over your chest where your heart hammers. You follow his guidance, breathing in a similar way he does.
“Princess, how could you ever think I would hate you for something like this?” Taehyung sniffles as he clutches you to him again, lips pressed to your hair. “I love you more than anything in this world, and you thought telling me you're pregnant would make me hate you? Make me angry with you?” He sounds so sincerely broken, your lips quiver against his chest, breaths clipping as you nod.
“God no, baby. I could never get mad at you for something like this.” Taehyung laughs a little here, tears flooding his eyes as he meets yours. “You’re.. you’re holding our baby, Princess.” He happily smiles, tucking some hair behind your ear.
“You’re the mother of my baby.. our baby.” He proclaims with such deep emotion, you feel moved. Your heart openly feels joyful sharing such a moment with Taehyung, lightening up.
“Taehyung…”
“You did this all by yourself?” You could see how wounded Taehyung looked, attempting to fathom such heart-breaking information. “All those times you were sick.. you were alone? Because you thought I would be angry with you for getting pregnant?”
You softly nod, sniffling as your now drier eyes look into his.
“God, I’m such a fucking idiot.” Taehyung attacks himself, laughing dryly. “I’m so sorry if I made you think for even a second I would get mad at you, Y/N. I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“It’s okay, Tae.” You respond with a hoarse voice, wiping some tears from his cheek. “It’s not your fault.”
“No, it’s not okay, Princess. And it is my fault. I can’t believe you were sick and dealing with all of this by yourself because you were scared I’d hate you.” Taehyung sighs sorrowfully, tears rimming his lash line. “Angel.. please understand I would never get upset about something like this.”
Taehyung thumbs away a strand of your hair, drying your tears as his eyes shimmer with incontestable, unconditional love. “Please don’t do that again, okay Princess? I’m here, I’m always here. You can tell me anything baby, as your best friend, your husband, and now..” He pauses, pressing a gentle, warm palm to your stomach as he cracks a smile. He bites his lower lip a little before meeting your gaze, eyes watery, but curved into crescents.
“The father of our child.”
You can’t help but jovially smile too, clasping your much smaller hand over Taehyung’s atop your stomach. “Our child, Tae.”
His free hand cradles your cheek as his forehead falls against yours, smiling so whole-heartedly together, you are sure your heart beats have synchronized.
“Our baby… we’re gonna have a baby.” Taehyung beams, and you can’t help but feel your heart blossom at the thought too. You were going to start a family together, there was a little bundle of joy of both your creations in your stomach, and quite nothing could defeat such a feeling of glee.
“We are, Tae. We’re… we’re going to be parents.”
“Oh my God, you’re the mother of my child…” Taehyung endearingly speaks to himself, in elated shock. “You’re the mother of my baby.. you’re carrying our baby..” He becomes far too excited and immediately envelopes you in his arms, practically squishing the life out of you.
“The love of my life is carrying our baby!” He cheers. He breaks away to instantly shower you with kisses, giggling as he unabashedly pampers you with copious amounts of affection.
“My Princess, my gorgeous wife, the love of my life.” He murmurs in cute babbles as he squishes your cheeks and kisses your pouty lips, making you laugh at just how adorable he is.
“I can’t believe this pretty girl is my baby momma and we’re gonna have the cutest baby because of her.” He rubs your noses together, and you chuckle before delivering a light smack to his chest.
“Hey, I can’t believe a Greek God like you is my baby daddy. Our baby will 100% get the good looks from you.”
Taehyung seems offended almost, countering you with a finger. “Incorrect, our baby’s getting the looks from you.”
“Incorrect, our baby’s gonna be drop-dead gorgeous because of his or her drop-dead gorgeous dad!”
“Please, you’re literally the beauty among us, babe.” Taehyung deadpans.
“Says you!”
“Okay, okay. We need to stop arguing and get you out of here asap. We need to get back to Seoul.” Taehyung seriously instructs.
“Yeah, we have a lot to think about, don’t we?” You sheepishly giggle. Taehyung finds the image endearingly beautiful, pecking your pretty lips as his thumb strokes your cheek.
“We’re starting a family, Princess.” Taehyung almost doesn’t believe the words himself, but loves every syllable of them.
“We are, Tae. We’re really gonna be parents.”
“We’re gonna be parents.” Taehyung repeats happily, watching his eyes shine with this inexplicable amount of bliss, and your doe ones become so adorably round, Taehyung can’t help but fall in love all over again.
“We’re gonna be parents!” You animatedly cheer, all the sadness, anxiety and overthinking having disappeared as you launch yourself onto Taehyung. He catches you with an infectious laugh, your force strong enough he topples over onto the shag rug below him by the bathtub. You both joyously chuckle together as you land on top of his broad chest, not wasting a single moment and latching onto his lips for a loving, passionate kiss.
“Okay, the lavender or navy blue.” You show two different dresses to your husband, who is laying back against the headboard, hand tucked behind his head. He’s been smirkingly indulging in watching you ready yourself for an event, which just so happens to be his best friend Jimin’s wedding.
“Navy blue,” Taehyung chooses, a finger playing with his lips as he quite brazenly ogles at your body. You cock a brow to challenge his choice, and he cracks a light smile.
“So we match, sweetheart.”
You grow a little sheepish, hating that he decided to not wear his jacket yet so as to not crease it, and now lies on your sheets like a stunning Adonis. He appears absolutely delicious with his rolled up sleeves, biting your lip to manage the feeling of climbing on top him and riding him this instant.
“Besides,” Taehyung continues, kicking his feet off the bed and standing to his full height, stepping towards you. He positions himself behind you and winds his arms around your robe-cladded figure, encasing your stomach in his large, warm palms.
“It’ll hide our little secret.” He whispers by your ear, shivers crawling down your spine once his full, pillowy lips find your neck. He presses soft, slow kisses to your sensitive skin, holding you flush against his front as he gently smooths your tummy.
You lightly moan, craning your neck for more as your hand slides into his hair, watching your entangled bodies in the mirror.
“It’s only been a few days since New Zealand, babe. I don’t even have a bump.” You try to converse with him normally, but the sinful, lust-filled way he mouths at your neck leaves you pliant and squirming. Small moans and hums of pleasure escape you, your hands sliding over his veiny, masculine one.
Your husband laughs against your skin, popping off to rest his chin on your shoulder. He meets your hooded gaze through your reflection. “You’re right. It just leaves me feeling a type of way knowing our baby’s in here, and we’re the only ones that know.”
You giggle a little at his confession, hand massaging through his locks of beautiful hair as he cradles your stomach dearly, his thumbs stroking you.
“When do we even plan on telling everybody, Tae?” You pose the question, and Taehyung pouts a little as his mind wanders into thinking.
“Well, right now isn’t the time because it’s Jimin’s day, and I don't want to take away from his wedding.”
“Of course, Tae. I completely understand that.” You turn towards him and he does so as well, both of you caught in a gaze of either each other’s eyes, or each other’s lips.
“I’m honestly so happy for Jimin. He’s such a sweetheart and deserves nothing but happiness.” You comment, and Taehyung smiles as he agrees.
“Me too, the happiness fairy finally has one of his own.” You both chuckle together until falling silent, running your fingers through his hair as he examines every feature upon your face with adoration.
“I think we should only tell people when we know you and the baby are healthy, Princess.”
Taehyung brings a hand to your hair, casting a piece behind your ear. “We still need to see a doctor for a checkup. Get a blood test done, an ultrasound, too.”
A smile finds your lips, leaning forward and pressing them to his for a kiss. It’s a sweet peck at first, before Taehyung returns for a deeper, softer kiss.
“Yeah, I think we should do that.” You grin together, Taehyung growing too happy and engulfing you in an intoxicating kiss.
You return it tenfold with your tongue poking at his, hands abandoning his own around you. Taehyung follows suit and curls his palms around your cheeks, kissing you deeper, hard enough he presses you up against the door frame of your walk-in closet.
The kiss becomes heated, the temperature rising as your hands begin traversing Taehyung’s chest, but he quickly captures and crosses them above your head. Your breath hitches the second he does, moaning into the kiss as he similarly groans as well.
You’re indulging in the fiery makeout, feeding into Taehyung’s slow tempo and sensual tongue until he breaks away. He catches his breath as his forehead falls against yours, recollecting himself with a little laugh.
“I just realized... I can’t be rough with you anymore.”
You hold in your laughter until you eventually snicker too. “Guess your dom days are over, Mr. Kim.” You chide him a little, and he pulls back with a lick of his lips.
“Not over, baby girl, just postponed until further notice.” He whispers against your lips, pecking them until breaking into laughter against you.
“But seriously, I want that checkup for you, and I want us to be really careful.” Taehyung becomes serious, cradling your hands. “I want to protect you and this baby no matter what.”
Your heart melted into two right before him, nearly tearing up at the amount of sincerity swimming in his eyes. “Baby..”
“I’m serious, Jagiya.” Taehyung softly stresses, growing candid. “I’m… not really sure if I’ll be a good father, but I want to give you and this baby my all. I want to give you both my everything, because you’re honestly both all I’ll ever need.”
Your chest feels thick with emotion hearing him speak from his heart, and your eyes water.
“You’ll be the most amazing father in the world, Taehyung.” You chuckle softly, a hand resting over his chest. You bite your lip as you admire everything that makes Taehyung, so wonderfully Taehyung, falling in love all over again. “You’re already an amazing husband, and I know you’ll share the same love with our baby.”
He gently grins, thumb stroking your cheek. “I know that we have a new subsidiary and everything’s a little stressful right now. That you thought I’d be angry about something like this, that I didn’t want children right now but I’m… I’m so happy we’ll be able to build a family together, Y/N.” He brings your hands down and clutches them between your bodies, piercing your soul with his gorgeous, chocolate brown eyes.
“There’s nothing more I could ever want than having a baby with you.”
Your heart blossomed into an array of colours, tears pricking your eyes as you gazed at Taehyung as though he were your universe, the person who hung the moon in your sky, the love of your life.
“Me too, Tae.” You smile through the moisture flooding your vision. “Me too. I can’t.. I can’t wait to have a family with you.. I can’t wait for us to be parents.”
Taehyung laughed a little, his happiness overflowing his eyes with tears. He guides your entangled hands down to your stomach together, and you both bloom with pure joy at the idea that your baby is growing inside you.
But soon rather than later, a man like Taehyung never leaves your panties dry. He wets his lips slowly, suddenly eyeing you like a meal. His lips latch on your neck, kissing sensually, methodically until he trails downwards. Down, down, down until he’s kissing your tummy, his knees finding the ground. A hand of yours weaves through his hair, petting him as he tenderly kisses your stomach.
You smile down at him, and the moment is beautiful. He supplies one last kiss for your little bundle of joy, until his lips devise other plans. Suddenly, your breath hitches as Taehyung passes your abdomen, casting your flimsy robe out the way to reveal your panty-clad core.
“Tae..” You sigh, leaning back against the doorframe as he lips worship the skin above your clit, dampening your panties by the second.
“So fucking wet,” he hums against your core, shivering your insides to feel the low bass of his tone. “I need a taste.”
You physically reel, legs weak as you massage through his hair, peering down at your gorgeous husband on his knees and between your legs. Your eyes have dilated with complete lust, and his hungry ones below steal your breath away.
“Tae... we’ll-we’ll be late.”
“Let’s be late, then.”
Before you could breathe, Taehyung peels your underwear off, his piercing stare mesmerizing, bewitching. He encircles a palm under your leg and casts it over his shoulder, spreading your cunt open for his taking. He wraps his tongue around your pulsing pussy lips for a wet lick, and it’s as though he’s the answer to all your prayers.
You moan headily, shaking, grasping the doorframe frantically as you grow uncontrollably horny.
“Baby..”
“Baby’s so wet for me, huh? Tastes so fucking good.” He praises, lips enveloping you so heavenly you could’ve ascended from this cruel world.
And Taehyung continues to lick, suckle, and even bite at your clit until you unravel all over his face, eating you out relentlessly in that position. Your orgasm released all over his lips and chin, having seated yourselves in the car some time later with an apology to your driver for being late, while simultaneously swiping some of your cum from the corner of his mouth, giggling together.
And it’s with nothing but elated smiles you consider the bright, happy future of parenthood ahead of you both, your hearts and eyes completely full of love thinking it’ll be with the wonderful person right beside you.
“You’re not pregnant, Mrs. Kim.”
You blink, then blink again. Your world’s stopped spinning, and shock is too simple a word. “What?”
“It was a false alarm, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. The results show that you are not pregnant.”
You feel your heart drop to your stomach the second the doctor utters those words, frozen in your spot. It’s Taehyung who speaks for you, a supportive arm snuggled around you as your world implodes.
“But my wife had a positive pregnancy test. She was very ill and often threw up. How is it possible that she’s not pregnant?”
“You informed us you took this pregnancy test in New Zealand, right Mrs. Kim?” The doctor’s voice sounds so far away from you, entirely disoriented.
“Yeah.. I-I did,” you nod
“It’s possible that Mrs. Kim may have just had a false alarm. Taking a test in a foreign country and not knowing which ones are accurate can produce a false reading.”
Your husband surprisingly becomes snippy next to you, his tone edged with annoyance. “I’m not exactly a fan of your suggestion that my wife isn’t smart enough to know something like that.”
The doctor scrambles for redemption, finding it almost funny that Taehyung’s CEO voice really does work on anyone, but your heart remains too suffocated by unknown, unresolved feelings to laugh.
“Oh dear, Not at all, Mr. Kim. It’s just... there was no second pregnancy test taken afterward which could’ve solidified the real results.”
“But her throwing up? It wasn’t morning sickness?” Taehyung inquires.
“You did mention you and your wife frequently travelling recently, Mr. Kim. It could have potentially been your wife reacting negatively to the different foods and environments around her. Sometimes constant travelling to multiple countries can make us very sick.”
Taehyung’s expression falters as he understands, while you're still in a downward spiral from the news.
“Mrs. Kim’s medical records also show a history with anxiety, and you’ve mentioned her panic attacks as well. A common side effect of extreme distress and anxiety can be nausea and vomiting. Paired with the stress you’ve also mentioned Mrs. Kim has been experiencing concerning her work, they could all be factors in her sickness.”
You don’t want to hear it anymore, everything around you sounds as though you're under water, muffled and distant. You don't even recall the conversation Taehyung has with the doctor before he’s taking you out of the room. He carefully guides you towards the lobby, coming face to face with rainy weather pattering outside.
Taehyung curses next to you at the incessant downpour, beginning to shiver once you feel the chilly, wet breeze filtering in. Taehyung immediately peels back his jacket and drapes you with it, covering your head as he quickly leads you towards the car. He rapidly opens the door and ushers you inside, getting himself wet as he rounds the vehicle and finally fits himself inside, swearing at mother nature as he ignites the engine of the car.
You stare out the window as Taehyung drives you back home, falling into a state of utter, painful silence.
You plop down on your shared bed, still clutching Taehyung’s jacket around you. It felt like your only source of protection, the only thing shielding you from the storm of hurt inside you. Taehyung paces the room a bit, not sure what he should say to you. He runs a stressful hand through his hair before he kneels down before you, palms encircling your arms with a gentle rub.
“Hey, baby.” He tries to call you, but you don’t answer. There’s such a desolate expression on your face, he can feel himself recalling the trauma of the days you didn’t speak.
He didn’t want that for you again.
“Princess-”
“Why do I feel like this, Tae?” You quietly ask, eyes clouded by deep, intense emotion, staring at nothing in particular.
“What do you mean, Y/N?”
“I.. don’t know how to feel.” You attempt to work through your feelings, squeezing Taehyung’s jacket.
“What do you feel, sweetheart?”
“I feel like… I lost something..” You explain faintly. “But it’s something.. I never even had. So why do I feel like this?”
Taehyung seals his lips together with sympathy, bringing his hand to your hair for comforting strokes. “It’s normal, Princess. You’re disappointed, and that’s well-warranted.”
“But why did I actually feel a sense of relief, Tae?” You finally meet his eyes, speaking to him pressingly. “Why did part of me feel relieved, but the other part was so devastated? Like I actually.. wanted to be pregnant, but I also didn’t?”
Your husband wets his lips as he searches for an answer, his chest clogged with pain seeing you in such distress. “I.. I don’t know, baby.” He says at first, but finds the one question you never really asked yourself. “When you thought you were pregnant, was it something you wanted?”
That’s when you fall into introspectively assessing yourself, thinking back to the entire gut-wrenching time you believed yourself to be pregnant. As much as you felt terrified and sick to your stomach contemplating a baby in your life, did you ever maybe… want to be pregnant?
You couldn’t find the answer, feeling so confused, so lost and in your head until... you felt Taehyung’s warm, warm palm stroke your hair again, calling your attention towards him. And as you look at the man before you, fall in love with everything that makes him so uniquely him, you remember the moment you believed yourself to be pregnant with him.
The way your heart burst with happiness, looking at the joyful tears in Taehyung’s eyes, the bread-cheeked smile that graced his usually stone-cold face whenever you spoke of your baby together, that’s when you knew.
You did want it, you wanted it to be true, to be able to call Taehyung the father of your child, to have a family with him, to be a mother.
“I did…” Your lips quiver, your eyes spilling silent tears as you look at him. “I did.. Tae. I wanted it.”
Taehyung softens into a pile of mush, needing to look away from you a little as the sight of your tears leaves him choking up.
“Did you?” You return the question, trying to find his eyes. “Did you want it, too, Tae?”
Taehyung slowly wets his lips, staring towards the ground as he no doubt thinks, sifting through all the emotions that he’s been through thus far. And when he looks at you, you find his irises glowing with sentiment that could last a century.
“Yeah.. I did, Y/N.” He faintly answers, voice shaky and eyes watery. “I.. wanted it too.”
You both find yourselves in a wordless, weighty silence, but your eyes communicate well enough. You become far too disconnected from him, cradling his hands in your lap as you squeeze your eyes shut, attempting to collect yourself. You sniffle after your eyes flutter open, finding Taehyung desperately looking at you, waiting for something, anything you’ll say. You gaze into his eyes, and instead of crying or falling apart, you laugh a little, swallowing back your tears.
“So we both wanted it to be true, huh?” Taehyung’s lips curve at the sight of your smile, and he chuckles gently through a weak voice.
“Yeah, I guess we did.”
“Does this mean what I think it means?”
Taehyung inhales a deep, pensive breath before he releases it, clearing up his moisture-filled eyes. “I think it does, Y/N.”
The corners of your mouth slightly turn upwards, nibbling your lower lip a little. You draw little circles over the back of his hand, indulging in the softness of his skin.
“Do you really want to start trying, Princess?” Taehyung tentatively asks, cradling your cheek and delicately swiping some tears away.
“I think… it’d be lovely to welcome someone into our family.” You lovably admit, and Taehyung can’t help but hopelessly fall in love with your doe eyes and cute lips. “I want to have a baby with you, Tae.”
Taehyung breathes a laugh, thumb gently stroking your skin with his lovely, boxy smile. “I want to have a baby with you too, Y/N.”
It was such a serene, ecstatic moment. It was peaceful, it was emotional and scary to turn the page on such a large chapter in your life, but something about knowing you would do so with Taehyung made you the happiest you’ve ever been.
“We’re really gonna start trying for a baby, huh?” Taehyung asks, and you can see how endearingly overjoyed it makes him.
“We really are, Tae.” Your chest explodes with colours only Taehyung brings out of you, your heart filled with content.
“We have to remember it won’t be easy though, Princess.” Taehyung reminds you. “The doctor told me that with the birth control shots you take, it’ll be hard for us to get pregnant after you stop taking them.”
You look at Taehyung with your big, round eyes. “Really?”
“Mm,” Taehyung confirms, carefully cradling your jaw. “We’ll need to wait the three month window you usually do before your next shot. But even then, it’ll take time for your menstrual cycle to go back to normal, baby girl.”
Taehyung sighs before he continues, as if he knows this is going to devastate you. “The doctor told me it could take two to.. twenty-two months for that to happen, and for us to get pregnant.”
Your eyes bug out of your sockets. “T-twenty-two months? That’s-!”
“Nearly two years, I know, sweetheart.” He empathizes with you, trying to remain supportive. “But she was just telling me the shortest to longest time, we don’t know what the future holds for us, Princess.”
You want to think of the million things wrong with this, but you acquiesce, listening to your husband. “You’re right. It’s not like we’ll never get pregnant, just that… it’ll take time.”
“Exactly, we just need your body to wear off the effects of the shot and then.. we’ll start really trying, Princess.”
Taehyung saying those words immediately brings a smile to your face, feeling better. “We’re really going to start trying for a baby… huh?”
“Yeah, we are. It feels.. surreal almost. We could be a mom and dad soon.” You evaluate the weight of all this information, grabbing hold of Taehyung’s hand and meaningfully speaking to him.
“Tae, look. I know we both want this, and we need to wait, but I have an idea.” You seem like a woman with a plan, and Taehyung’s all for it.
“What’s on your mind, Princess?”
“How about I get one more shot.. One last shot. So we can do whatever the hell we can in those three months; do everything we wanted to do together as a couple before we start trying.” You propose with all the passion in the world. “So that we have no regrets, so that we live the life we’ve always wanted, get the absolute most of each other until we’re ready to share our love with a baby.”
Taehyung feels his heart somersault the same way it did when he knew he loved you, and he can’t help but climb aboard.
“Yes, Princess. Yes, yes, yes. That sounds perfect.” Taehyung emphatically agrees, adding on his own take. “And when we really start trying, we’ll take things slow, we won’t rush. We’ll trust the process and trust each other, until we’ll finally welcome a baby into our family.”
The elation that builds inside you is practically uncontainable, glowing as you clack your feet against the floor excitedly.
“Oh my God, Tae, we’re gonna do this. We’re really gonna do this!”
“Yes we are, my Princess. Yes we are!” Taehyung matches your happy energy and leaps forward, encasing you in a tight hug as you both topple over onto the bed together. Taehyung lifts himself up on his elbows to meet you for a passionate, thrilled kiss, giggling together in lieu of what the future holds.
“Hello, you’ve reached the Kim residence. Sorry we can’t come to the phone right now but we will be temporarily unavailable due to a three-month vacation. If it is an urgent matter, you may try personally contacting either myself, Taehyung, or my wife, Y/N.”
“Although you may not have the best of luck reaching either of us, we’re too busy cracking the world open like our oyster!”
“Princess, I told you I’d do the voicemail.”
“Oh please, Tae. It sounds cuter when we both leave the voicemail.”
“Ugh, fine, come here for the ending.”
“We apologize for the inconvenience, but leave us a message and we’ll get back to you!”
Three months. Three months of pure, unstoppable bliss is what your life has been like. Three months to explore the globe, to do whatever you desire and quite literally step foot in all corners of the world.
Three months of sandy beaches, snowy mountains and green plateaus as far as the eye could see. Three months of visiting every single continent, and yes, that also meant Antarctica. There wasn’t a single major tourist landmark you and Taehyung had not travelled to in the world; the leaning tower of Pisa, the Sydney Opera House, Machu Picchu, Hagia Sophia, Taehyung even took you to the visit the great pyramids of Giza because he knows how much you admire ancient Egyptian history.
The list of countries you visited in three months? Absolutely endless. Brazil, Mexico, Belgium, South Africa, Hawaii, the Maldives. It was imperative you both give a heads up towards anyone and any other commitments in your life, far too absorbed in each other to give a single fuck about anything else.
Of course, your jobs existed. Taehyung was surely busy with his company and as the ever-busy CEO now juggling the establishment of a new subsidiary. But Taehyung was an absolute machine at managing his time, and often took his work wherever the both of you went.
Even if you often woke up to him already typing at his laptop or arguing with an executive, you always happily skipped over to him with a joyful hum, attacking him from behind and smothering him in sweet kisses. You only harboured the job of creating, making, and modelling what you believe would be the best fit for Taehyung's subsidiary. The process of legally starting one was quite long, so Taehyung informed you it’s completely fine to let your creativity run wild and take whatever time you need in order to create your masterpiece for him.
Though you had to say, travelling the world definitely offered you all the inspiration you ever needed. You ogled at all the diverse and varietal architecture around the world. So much so that Taehyung joked you were ogling at buildings more than him, and that he was actually getting jealous.
You always rolled your eyes, and quipped back at how you’ll always find him sexier than any piece of architecture.
Oh… sex.
Something had changed about your sex life now that baby-making was on both your minds. You had become even more wild than you already were, attributing the newfound excitement to your last months as just Mr. and Mrs. Kim; the possibility of the next level riveting. Gone were the days of, in Taehyung’s words, tamed sex, because dear God, did you learn that whatever beast you believed Taehyung to have unleashed on you before was the goddamn punchline of a joke.
Taehyung was a force to be reckoned with, demonic as he practically fucked your brains out in every country you both set foot in, almost solidifying his promise of drilling you in every corner of the Earth. Your positions weren’t just plain old missionary and doggy style no longer, fuck no. Some positions had your front shoved up against a wall while Taehyung fucked you from behind, others had you bent over surfaces, suspended in the air, your legs stretched in ways almost humanly impossible.
Kitchen counters ended up coated with more of your cum than it did with any dinner you both ever crafted, every suite room was utterly destroyed by the time you were done with it. One time you both earned a noise complaint for being too loud, and had to be relocated to a private room once you became known as the ‘loud sex’ couple. And shit, did him accidentally recording your moans one hot night of hitting it from the back handcuffed spur you both to make a sextape, just once.
Taehyung surely entertained his ardent love for photography all around the world, but the amount of nude photos or polaroids he took of his perfect hands choking you were enough for an erotic art gallery of your own.
You tried every position in the goddamn Kama Sutra, experimented with new things like body oils and food play to get your senses going. Straps, riding crops and rope. Body harnesses, gagging and roleplay; there was nothing you both left off the table, and quickly learned you were both super into it all.
It was intense, adventurous, primal whenever you were with Taehyung. So much so that he often ripped through so many of your panties and lingerie sets that he always had to buy you new ones.
You were getting hot and heavy over Taehyung’s lap one late night, having crawled on top after you snuck into his room in a skimpy wine lingerie piece; lace and satin adorning your body in the sexiest of ways with, of course, Taehyung’s ultimate favourite.
Garters.
There was something about the nature of Las Vegas that made you want to mischievously interrupt his business call, and begin playing with him when you shouldn’t have. Sin city surely had a hand in transforming you into a brat, poking, prodding and harmlessly teasing him, just to watch the way he gets riled up.
But you didn’t lay it on in a way that would get you punished, oh no.
You started with slowly massaging his tense shoulders, those thick, broad shoulders of his that just held the weight of the world on them. Taehyung immediately, instead of scolding you, actually relaxed as he spoke to someone over the phone, even letting a small groan escape him at one point.
Then, came your wandering hands, caressing his body, letting him calm down. Then it was the kisses, the slight undressing of him until eventually, you stripped off your robe and entirely revealed your lingerie-clad body. Taehyung seemed too desperate to even punish you, knowing how hard he’s been working lately, and you especially knew it when you stroked his crotch temptingly enough he practically leaped into your small hand.
He instantly threw his phone away once you unbuckled his belt, and engulfed you in his arms within seconds. He became so wildly turned on during your make out session, he completely tore open the lace and satin of your set.
“Tae! This is the sixth fucking set you’ve ruined!”
“I’ll just buy you a new one.” He breathed impatiently against your lips, shoving his tongue down your throat as he gripped your jaw in place.
“But I really liked this one.” You pouted, your lips far too cute for Taehyung to deny.
“I’ll get you prettier one next time, Princess.” He mumbled, and you always shrugged it off returning to your usual shenanigans.
Messy sheets, loud moans and sensual music. Expensive wine, erotic positions and lazy Sunday mornings. Skin-on-skin contact, laughter and slow dancing. The smell of coffee, warm fireplaces and tender kissing. There wasn’t a single moment with Taehyung that didn't feel like heaven, a concoction of your very own paradise in the wonderful time you spent with him.
Whatever you did, it was always with Taehyung, and your fun-filled adventures didn’t just end there. Swimming with dolphins, skiing, amusement parks, parasailing, all the way to even letting you drive a yacht in Bali.
But aside from all that, the dreamy sex and endless fun, you genuienly could not believe how in love you were. Sure, the palm trees, gorgeous waters and high mountains all took your breath away, but what really did was spending time with Taehyung, and being able to experience how beautiful the world is with such a beautiful person like him.
From domestic movie nights to strolls in the city, from watching the stars to late-night conversations on terraces. Fast food chains or restaurants, beer or liquor, photographs or videos, clubs or upscale balls, you both experienced it all together as lovers, best friends, husband and wife; living your best lives so carelessly, so hopelessly, and romantically in love.
You enjoyed yourselves so much that three months went by in the blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was time to miss your birth control shot, and turn the page of a new chapter in your life with nothing but love, anticipation and excitement.
Even if you didn’t know how long the journey would be.
“Yes, oh shit, ah!” You squeal out a moan so loud, you’re glad you both sent Mrs. Choi and Seo home early today on the account of important personal business.
Important personal business being Taehyung shoving his cock inside you.
You were currently bent over your couch at home, half naked and your husband fucking into your stomach from behind, a hand fondling your clit as he grunts like a madman, skin slapping against skin.
“Oh fuck, ah fuck!” Taehyung curses, relentlessly plunging into your sex with so much vigor, you knew you’d be rendered completely immobile for the next week.
“Nobody fucking told me baby-making sex is this good.” Taehyung groans as he cradles your hip and unforgivingly gives it to you, like he plans to put an entire soccer team in you.
“Gonna fill you up with my cum, baby. So much fucking cum.” Taehyung growls from behind, watching the delicious way his fat cock slams into your tight pussy.
“Oh fuck, Taehyung, shit.. I’m so close, I’m so close!”
“Yeah? My good girl’s close? My pretty little cumslut?” God, the sin this man drips could’ve given you whiplash, but it’s rather the merciless way he fucks you against this couch that makes your head spin.
“Yes, Mr. Kim. So close, so fucking close-!” You scream when he hoists your hips up and begins angling himself better, now completely trained in not only stuffing you full of his sperm, but knowing exactly where to hit you.
He leans over your back and licks up your spine like the demon he is, reaching your ear and biting on the fleshy lobe.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, breathing harshly as his hips smack against yours and his fingers rub at your engorged bud. “Cum for me, baby. Cream my cock like the pretty slut you are.”
And with a flick at your sopping clit, stuffed full of your husband’s monster cock, you convulse around him so hard he bursts gops of his cum inside you. He fucks you through the process just so he can make the mess he loves so much, eyeing your cunt as though it were the most coveted art in existence.
“Fucking hell, look at this pretty pussy full of my cum.” Taehyung lands a gentle smack against your ass, thoroughly enjoying the sight of you fucked to the brim of his cum. You squirm a little, feeling it drip down your thighs, lifeless against the couch.
But Taehyung never neglects aftercare, and swipes as much cum back inside you that he can. He cleans you up precariously and after ripping your underwear, for God knows what time now, he dresses you in his button-up and presses indulgent kisses to your neck. He rubs your stomach, occasionally humming in that baritone voice of his.
“We’ll have this baby one day, Y/N. I promise.” He tells you, sweetly cradling your body as he lovingly strokes your belly. “You’ll be carrying our baby soon, my love. So soon.”
He casts the hair away from your exhausted face, and while you catch your breath, you hug him in return as you both hold your stomach, excited at the prospect that your child would be growing inside you soon.
Negative.
“Fuck, really?” You swear as you hit the pregnancy test against the bathroom counter a little, hoping it would somehow change the result.
“Damn, does this really work? How are you not pregnant?” Taehyung knits his eyebrows together next to you, holding your hand to harshly scrutinize the pregnancy test. “I swear I filled you with enough cum to give you five kids in one go.”
“I mean, you did say this wouldn’t be easy.” You recall Taehyung’s words from a few months ago concerning the effects of your birth control. You turn towards him as you place the test down, hands falling against his chest as he leans back against the bathroom counter. You watch your husband exhale discouragingly.
“Yeah, getting pregnant wouldn’t be so easy for us, Princess.” He pouts a little, but cutely booped your nose. His other hand slowly soothes your lower back, only dressed in your panties and one of Taehyung’s Celine t-shirts.
“But... let’s not get discouraged, yeah? This is normal, and we just have to keep trying.” Taehyung empowers you, and you giggled a little as you boop his nose back.
“Of course, baby. You’ve just gotta keep fucking me full of your cum.”
“Mmm, makes me wanna do that right now.” Taehyung nears your lips for a kiss, but you halt him with a finger and an empathic ‘no-no’.
“Oh no, mister. You need to keep it in your pants while my legs heal. My pussy can only take so much.”
“Man..” Taehyung becomes disappointed, but at least tries to meet you in the middle. “Can I at least eat you out? I want your pussy in my mouth, I swear my tongue will heal you right up.”
You narrow your eyes into slits, biting your lower lip as arousal makes your legs squirm. Taehyung watches the action and grabs your bare ass in his palms, tugging you flush against his sexy, smooth chest.
“So she wants my tongue, huh?”
“Incorrect, I actually want all of you, Kim.” You loop your arms around his neck, faces only inches from kissing as you smile gleefully.
He smiles endearingly, nudging your nose with his own. “I love you, Princess.”
“I love you more, Tae.”
2 months.
You twist your wrists in the handcuffs, biting your lip as you squirm. You attempt to move your legs, but they’re strapped down to the bedposts. It feels riveting like this, naked without your husband in sight, waiting for the pleasure train he has planned for you tonight.
He appears, having brought some supplies along with him that leave your breath hitching with excitement, anticipation. You meet his eyes, and he sends a small, smug smirk. He’s sans a shirt, only his dress pants hugging his hips as he stands by the edge of your bed.
His fingertips gently touch your skin, gliding up and down, dancing across your chest as you shudder. You feel your core gush as he simply watches you react, an entertained smile painting his lips.
“I’ve always loved how sensitive you are.”
His fingertips leave feather-like touches until they nestle under your chin, supplying a few teasing taps before finding your lips. He plays with the bottom flesh, eyes a dark colour of obsidian, smile eviller than the devil. He’s toying with you, he’s playing into the power of his role and loves seeing you weak for him.
Having been teased enough, you boldly attempt to bite his fingers, Taehyung instantly retracting with a searing hiss.
“Mmm, my girl just loves being a brat, huh?”
“Wonder where I got it from.” You cock a brow, challenging him.
He laughs dryly, slowly biting his lips before releasing it, expression for more than just dominant. He exudes the unwavering power of an alpha.
Wrists and ankles twisting in your straps, you await him, staring into his eyes with a daring look as he merely ticks his head, tongue rolling inside his cheek. He grabs the candle he placed on the night table earlier, playing with the wick.
“Do you know what wax play is?”
You ironically freeze, eyes shimmering with a million thoughts. “Yes.”
He carefully scans your skittish movements, expression unchanging. “Too much?”
As much as the idea instills some fear in you, the adventure-seeking side calls out to you. You take a deep breath, relaxing. Taehyung would never do a single thing to your body that would hurt you, and you trust him more than anything.
“No.”
He nibbles his lip with a devilish grin, placing the candle down. He lowers himself to your face as he clasps his hand underneath your jaw, lips mere inches from yours.
“I won’t hurt you.” He whispers, and you soften at the sight of your endearing husband peeking through the curtains of his dominance. He pecks your lips, sweet and tender. But he returns to his role, and sooner rather than later, he’s lighting the candle.
“What’s your safe word, sweetheart?”
“Red.”
“Repeat it.”
“Red.”
“Good, remember that if the heat’s too much.” He reminds you, voice having dropped an octave lower, and the bass vibrates through your body. Taehyung burns the candle enough there’s a supple amount of wax collecting, and he securely holds it over your awaiting body, eyes crimson.
“It’s hot for only a second, but it feels good after, baby girl.” He speaks rather sweetly. “Promise.”
And before you knew it, hot wax was poured down your midriff, causing your body to jerk off the bed with a shaky sigh. Taehyung continued to do so, playing around with the heat and cleaning the wax until you begged him for more, begged him for him. He relished in your heady reactions, the mellifluous sounds of your moaning like music to his ears. Eventually he became too hard himself, however, and before you could plead him to fuck you, he was already leaping into action.
Pushing into your velvet sex, he fucked you just like that, right there. Strapped down to the bed and unable to move, legs spread wide open as he unforgivingly gave it to you. He grew animalistic, wild as he leaned over your outstretched body, lips brushing each other as he breathed harshly against them.
“Y/N..” He groans, focusing on thrusting upwards as he feels your walls smothering him incessantly.
“Tae..”
“How do you want me?” He asks through uneven breaths, voice low enough your pussy shivered. You sigheh lewdly as he rammed into you, high off the way he so perfectly filled you up.
“Want.. all your cum.. Inside me.” You gasp.
“Yeah? Want me to put a baby inside you? Fuck you full of our kids?” He huffs as he exerts himself, fucking into your sex harder as his forehead falls against yours.
“Yes, Taehyung, yes!”
“Don’t worry… gonna make you so round with our kids.” Taehyung groans, hips slapping against yours as you moan his name. “Make you my pretty baby momma.”
You would’ve smiled, but it’s the way Taehyung’s hips are pressed down and rubbing against your clit that drive you insane, moaning and sighing and gasping as you tug at your straps, back arching off the bed.
“Tae.. oh fuck, Tae!”
“Fuckkk,” Taehyung groans out loudly, peeking between your bodies to see the way he enters you, seconds from releasing his load. “If you don’t stop doing that baby-”
Within seconds, you feel Taehyung burst inside you, cum spilling so abundantly, it didn’t take much for your body to convulse as well. You both moan brokenly together, Taehyung still fucking you through your orgasm as you both breathe deeply.
It's a messy creampie, Taehyung’s face finding your neck as his hips come to a steady halt. He remains inside you, propping off to gaze deeply into your eyes, thumbing away pieces of hair that stuck to your sweaty, flushed skin.
“Do you think we did it?” He breathes a laugh, joining him with an elated, post-orgasm smile.
“Yeah.. I think we did.”
Negative.
“Okay, wow.” Taehyung seems almost offended, kissing his teeth. “That feels like a slap in my face.”
“Hey, baby. It’s not your fault.” You comfort him, approaching him to wind your arms around his torso.
“Well clearly something’s wrong with me, how are you not pregnant yet? Is my sperm not good enough?”
You grow sympathetic, hands gliding up to his chest for supportive rubs. “Tae, you know Dr. Ing’s already performed the necessary tests on us, we’re both fine. We just… need to keep trying.”
Your husband sighs, palms leaning against your bathroom vanity as his head hangs low. He takes a deep breath, merely recollecting himself.
“Okay… okay.” He nods, lifting his head. “We just need to keep trying.”
“Of course, we won’t let these couple negatives keep us down.” You provide words of affirmation, Taehyung cracking a smile as your hands weave into his luscious, soft hair.
“I love you, you know that?”
“Well, from the eight hundred and seventy two times you’ve told me, I think I do.” You light-heartedly joke, and he gently chuckles until your lips find each other, arms looping around his neck for slow, comforting kisses.
3 months.
“Just put it in, Tae.”
“Fuck, I can’t because of the angle.” Taehyung complains, struggling with himself.
“Let me hold you.” He suggests, and you immediately take Taehyung up on his offer and jump into his arms, your husband swiftly catching you. Your exposed crotch now presses against Taehyung’s shaft, moaning out together once the wet, meaty contact is made. You hike the skirt of your dress up higher as you make room for Taehyung to finally sheath his cock inside you, cheeks flushed and bodies warm from all the previous sexual shenanigans.
“Hurry up, Tae. They’ll know we’re missing from the fucking party!”
“Nobody’s gonna give a fuck about us on Eun-bi’s fourth birthday.” Taehyung snipes back.
“Shut up, Seokjin will easily find out we’re gone and know exactly what we’re doing.”
“And what’s so wrong about that?”
“I don’t want him and his wife knowing we’re fucking in Eun-bi’s bedroom!” You whisper-yell as Taehyung secures you up against Eun-bi’s closet door, legs and pussy spread wide open. “Seokjin’s gonna kill us!”
“He can’t kill us, he knows we’re trying to make a baby.” Taehyung argues as he presses his tip against your leaking center, coating himself in your sweet essence.
“Then you..you better fucking hurry up and hope our child still has a father by the time its born!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes as he strokes his cock, lips hung open as he concentrates on your pussy and staying hard as a rock. You sigh in ecstasy with Taehyung seconds from diving in, until his eyes suddenly fixate onto something else.
“Did your boobs get bigger?”
“Tae!”
“What?! Not my fault your tits all of a sudden look bigger, I’m the one that has them in my face everyday!” His hisses at you, angry eyes funnily flitting between you and your chest.
“I just got off my period, genius. Women’s breasts sometimes get bigger when they’re on their period.”
“Fuck, can I suck one of them?” Taehyung genuinely asks, still shoved up against the door in his arms, cock seconds from entering you.
“Fine, fine! Just fuck me already!”
“Whatever you say, your highness.” Taehyung mocks you as you plan your next retort, only to instead moan out when your husband pushes his leaking cock inside you.
“F-fuck you.” You breathe out, a rather lame comeback, but nothing defeats the heavenly feeling of Taehyung invading your slippery walls.
“It seems.. like I’m fucking you, Mrs. Kim.” Taehyung smirked evilly before he bottoms out, cursing at the heat of this position as you breathe hard against each other, foreheads pressed together.
“Fuck, you just had to wear this dress, didn’t you?”
“It’s literally a cute dress, Tae.”
“Yeah, and not my fault you look like a fucking hot milf. Jesus Christ.” Taehyung groans out when you purposefully squeeze his cock in your warm pussy, Taehyung fishing one of your tits out of your dress for him to suck on.
“Are you kidding me? You look like a fucking hot dilf professor in this sexy suit.” You fire back. “Spank my ass and give me an A, doctor.” You squeeze up you breast for Taehyung, who indulgently latches his mouth onto your nipple, happily suckling away as he begins fucking into your sex from underneath.
“You think I’ll give you an A when you’ve been a bad girl?” His deep voice rumbles against you, and you moan so loudly, you were sure the entire damn party should’ve heard you getting railed in a kid’s bedroom. His low, rich, caramel voice calling you a bad girl pushes you past the point of sanity, not caring about secrecy anymore and sighing like a pornstar.
“Taehyung, fuck.. Fuck!”
“Mmm, you want to be my bad girl, huh?” Taehyung growls by your lips once he pops off, working his delicious hips into yours. “Talking back, never listening to me..” He hotly rambles, suddenly delivering a smack to your ass rutting against him. “Grinding on my dick when I never asked you to?”
You throw your head back against the door, a hand tugging at his hair hard enough he groans pleasurably.
“Dirty fucking girl, and she thinks she deserves an A.”
“Yeah?” You try talking back. “And maybe.. maybe you get an A for being an asshole, asshole.”
“You get an F for being a fucking slut, is what you are.” Taehyung bites your lower lip and pulls back at the flesh, delivering deep, quick strokes into your fluttering cunt. Your breasts spill out of your dress and against his suit, his hands gripping hard underneath your thighs and spreading you wide open as you moan.
“But you’re my slut, right?” Taehyung doesn’t end his reign, penetrating you delectably as you sigh in pleasure. “My pretty little slut that loves my cock? Loves when I fuck her guts full of cum?”
“Yes, Taehyung, yes-!”
“Yeah? You like it when I do that?” He breathes hotly, his dirty talk making your guts twist tightly. “Pretty girl wants to be treated like my little slut?”
“Fuck yes, Tae.. oh yes..” You moan so loudly, you both almost miss the loud knocking suddenly heard at the door, followed by an inquisitive voice.
“Tae, Y/N, are you in there?”
“Oh fuck,” Taehyung swears under his rugged breath, gritting his teeth together as his cock halts moving inside you.
“Uh, it’s just me, hyung, What’s up?” Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut when you clamp down around his cock, scolding you as he fights the urge to groan.
“Hello? We’re cutting Eunbi’s cake soon? Don’t tell me you’re in there with Y/N right now.”
You both grow alarmed as Taehyung gestures for you to stay quiet, continuing. “What? No way Y/N’s with me, she’s in the-fucking hell baby, stop doing that or I’m fucking this pussy raw.” Taehyung tried to harshly whisper to you about clenching around him, but clearly he’s not quiet enough.
“Tae, what the fuck? Are you guys fucking in my kid’s bedroom?!” Seokjin angirly hollers, and you both stop dead in your tracks.
“What? Y/N’s not even here, hyung!”
“Don’t lie to me, I just heard you talk to her! You two better get the fuck out of Eunbi’s room or I’m wringing your necks out!” You both start hearing the door knob jangling, Taehyung growing panicked and going into flight mode. His eyes dart towards the attached bathroom in Eunbi’s room, carefully carrying you both towards the vanity sink.
“Tae, what are you doing?!”
“This isn’t technically her room!” He makes a good point, hearing Seokjin yelling curses for centuries as Taehyung shuts you both inside the bathroom, laying your ass against the counter and spreading you wide again, slowly fucking back into your wet, gushing sex.
“Seokjin’s.. gonna kill us.. Tae.” Your arms loosely cling to his neck. You moan as he works himself back into with those delicious, precise strokes of his.
“He’s really only going to kill me.” Taehyung laughs a little, tongue nestled at the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. “But he knows we come in a package deal, and he can’t do that to you.”
You both giggle together, but soon harmonize your moans as Taehyung’s cock hardens again and completely wrecks your shit, fingers toying and rubbing and flicking your clit. He continues fucking you as spur him on with a cheeky ball grab, sleeving his cock inside your velvety pussy faster until he releases inside you, and your essence coats him divinely.
You both smile together, in pure bliss in your sexed-over haze until Seokjin’s banging against the bathroom door jolts you both out of your trance, quickly cleaning and dressing each other up.
Soon, you’re both standing together before a fuming Seokjin, heads hanging low in shame, listening to his harsh though rather comedic scolding.
“... And if I ever find you two having sex in my household again, I’ll never offer my wife and I’s baby-sitting privileges to your future children!”
And much as you and Taehyung were both meant to be feeling bad, you couldn’t help but slightly giggle together, knowing this won’t be the last of your trouble-making days.
Negative.
“Are you fucking serious?” You complain loudly.
Taehyung similarly groans. “Jesus Christ, are we sure these tests even work?”
“It’s not the test, baby, It’s us.” You pout into his shoulder, frustratingly grumbling. Taehyung also grows tired of this disappointing routine, but still becomes enthusiastic all the same, shredding off his suit jacket with a purpose.
“Welp, then take that robe off and get your sexy ass over here. I’m putting a baby in you in this goddamn shower today.”
Too in love with him to deny him, you toss the pregnancy in the trash, slowly unravelling your bathrobe as you take sultry steps towards your husband, already weak for the way he strips off his clothes.
“Anything you say, Mr. Kim.”
5 months.
“Mrs. Choi, does Taehyung prefer white or red sauce with his pasta?”
“He is not necessarily picky about such a thing, but he often likes to have carbonara, so I would say white sauce, Mrs. Kim!”
“Ah, of course, how could I forget?” You laugh, dressed in a bathrobe with your makeup and hair done for the evening.
Taehyung was working late at night at the office, extremely busy with the current legal proceedings of his new subsidiary. He had texted you to inform you he would be late for movie night, and your usually more scandalous activities of feral baby-making on a couch.
But little did he know, he would instead be coming home to a warm, romantic meal you’ve prepared for him, along with the most aesthetically pleasing set up you could conjure up for him. Not to forget the skimpiest little lingerie set you’re wearing underneath your robe right now, this time something of your purchase.
Mrs. Choi and Seo help you finish up the little details before heading home, having set up all the candles, wine, flowers, even the embroidered dinner cloth that currently dressed the table. Soft jazz music played over the speaker system, gentle rhythms of Sammy Davis Jr. gracing the space Taehyung loved oh-so much.
It was warm, happy and delightful, excitedly placing covers over the food as you patiently wait for Taehyung to arrive home.
But the more time passed, the more time Taehyung didn’t come through the front door. One song eventually turned into three, then three turned into five, five into ten and so on, constantly checking your phone for any updates. You receive none, even finding that you’ve been left on delivered on all your messages. Growing worried for him, you text him a nervous haze.
9:15 pm: Hey baby, I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay
9:15 pm: Please text me back when you can
9:37 pm: Tae, I’m getting quite worried
9:38 pm: I’m going to call you
Clicking on Taehyung’s contact, you remain on the receiving end of his phone ringing until you’re sent straight to voicemail. Another call, three calls, four calls later you deem it hopeless, thinking you could possibly be bothering him.
Sighing, you pick at the asparagus on your plate, growing hungry as the clock chimes 10pm sharp. You chalk up possibly the traffic to his lateness, maybe a meeting is running extensively long or he’s caught in a significant conference call; you’ve always known Taehyung’s job isn’t easy, and he’s an extremely hard-working, busy man.
10 o’clock turns to 11, then 12 until you’re far too tired from sitting on the same chair for hours, uselessly scrolling your phone and barely touching your dinner. Yawning, once the clock hits 12:17 am, you deem this an honest failure, even spoiling your appetite.
Trying not to become disappointed or angry with him, you trudge yourself back to your bedroom. You sigh with a gloomy cloud over your head, plopping down face first onto your once impeccable sheets.
“Shit, shit, shit!”
Taehyung curses as he finally gains a look at his phone from all day, rapidly pacing down his company corridors. He’s instantly welcomed by 6 missed calls and 20 text messages from you.
Princess ♡: Tae, please come home soon, I miss you
Princess ♡: I know you must be busy, I hope everything's going smoothly baby :(
Princess ♡: Come home soon so I can give you a massage, I know your shoulders must be hurting baby
Princess ♡: I’m getting sad Tae, where are you :(
Princess ♡: I’m not mad at you baby, I just wanna know if everything’s okay
God, he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve a single goddamn cell of you and yet, he has the privilege of calling you his wife. Smacking his forehead, Taehyung releases a heavy sigh as he falls back against the elevator wall, shutting his phone with frustration.
Conference calls of all types came in at once when Taehyung decided to move forward with his subsidiary being legally recognized as an LLC, working out all the kinks, nooks and crannies of his choice. Meetings ran late, paperwork piled up and he couldn’t even keep his eyes off his laptop the entire night, hence him completely disregarding his phone.
Taehyung finally reached the outskirts of his building, quickly locating his driver and simultaneously attempting to call you. No answer, Taehyung nervously licks his lips as he shuts himself inside the car.
“Home, now.” Taehyung orders Mr. Kang urgently, redialing your number and listening to your voicemail once again. He types over the screen with apologetic texts, guilt piling up in his heavy chest.
1:03 am: Fuck, baby I’m so sorry
1:03 am: I’m so so sorry, I’m coming home my love
1:04 am: Please pick up the phone Princess, I’m sorry :(
1:04 am: I’ll be home soon gorgeous
1:04 am: I love you
More unanswered calls and text messages later, Taehyung’s arrived home. He rapidly bursts through your front door and shreds off all outdoor clothing; shoes, jacket and scarf gone like the wind. He steps inside hoping to find you on your couch, movie night was meant to be in store for you two, that’s what you both always did every Friday night.
But instead, Taehyung’s eyebrows furrow once he finds a sticky note with an arrow doodled on it attached to the wall. Curious, he follows the trail you’ve cleverly left from him, gently laughing to himself as he collects each adorably drawn arrow, until he is eventually led to your grand dining room meant for dinner parties.
He’s left completely speechless.
He comes face to face with a charming, beautiful dinner set up. Flower petals, candles, even a meal that looks utterly delicious to an empty-stomached Taehyung right now. But his heart sinks once he sees the petals are wilting a little, the candles are blown out and his food is packed neatly with saran wrap.
Guilt overriding his entire system, you’re the very first thing he searches the house for. Practically sprinting his way upstairs, he runs directly towards your room and comes hurtling into the entrance. His heart falls into stomach.
You’ve fallen asleep.
Taehyung’s lips form into a regretful pout as he seats himself next to you. He kisses his teeth when he sees that you’re in an uncomfortable position, feeling awful that you most likely didn’t even mean to drift off, but exhaustion had gotten the best of you.
He cracks a smile seeing the sexy lingerie set you had on underneath your robe; he’s never seen it before, you must’ve bought it as a surprise. Smoothing his fingers through your hair, he finds an entirely new set of reasons to love you. He desires to kick himself right now, sighing as he contemplates how long you must’ve waited for him.
Guilty, Taehyung shreds off his suit jacket and gets to work removing your robe and lingerie, instead dressing you in much more comfortable, soft sleepwear. He carefully tucks you into your bed as well, and seats himself on your side as he admires you, thumb delicately caressing the apple of your cheek.
“You didn’t have to do all that for me, Princess.” He whispers to himself or maybe you, he isn’t sure, but he feels the need to say it.
“I really don’t deserve you, huh?” Taehyung speaks quietly, adoring the endearing way you always slept like a baby. “I could live a hundred lifetimes.. and still never deserve you.”
You remain soundlessly asleep, oblivious to the words Taehyung says. But Taehyung knows somewhere deep inside, you do hear him, and he hopes you already know these things, or else he’ll spend the rest of his lifetime trying to show you.
With a grateful sigh, Taehyung slowly, and deeply kisses your cute lips, thumb stroking your temple in gentle rubs as he contemplates what country he saved in his previous life to ever deserve you as his beautiful wife.
7 months.
“Great, I fucking forgot it at home.” You complain as you rummaged through your bag for your wallet, only to find that it was fucking missing.
Your first day at Taehyung’s company surely wasn’t meant to be easy at all, it seems. You had spilled coffee over your blouse this morning and needed to change it, quickly rushed around attempting to grab all the necessary papers and documents pertaining to your design and rammed right into your husband with all your belongings, knocking them all over the ground.
He laughed a little at your clumsiness, noticing the incessant buzz you had within your restless body as he assisted you in picking them up. He reminded you that you would be just fine at his company, practicing some calming breaths with you to simmer down.
But nothing was fucking calm about this.
You’d forgotten your wallet, along with having met Taehyung’s very important executives earlier today and having made the dumb comment of a ‘you too!’ when they wished you good luck with the design. Banging your head against your work desk, it was a reminder of another grand fuck up; recalling his secretary Mrs. Lee leading you to your current office and asking the absolutely ingenious question of whether or not it’s soundproof.
The look on her face told you she knew exactly why you were asking for such a thing.
Hitting your head against your desk harder, you suddenly feel a hand cushioning you from the banging, eyes darting up to find your impeccably well-suited husband.
“Don’t do that to your head, Mrs. Kim.” He light-heartedly scolds you. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“That’s kind of the point, Tae.” You deadpan.
Taehyung sighs with folded arms. “And why do you need to be hurting yourself?”
“Because I forgot my fucking wallet at home and now I can’t buy lunch. Way to fucking add to the amount of times I already screwed up today.” You lament with a groan as your head falls against your desk again, sulking miserably.
You’re suddenly interrupted when you sense something placed on your desk by your head, peering up to find a bag of what you could tell was some delicious Olive Garden.
“I already bought us lunch, sweetheart.” Taehyung proudly smiles, his eyes cute and playful.
“Oh my God, Tae, you didn’t have to.” You pout adorably. “Why’d you do this?”
“I figured you’d be anxious on your first day. I wanted to spend some time with you to calm you down.” Taehyung endearingly explains, tugging one of your office chairs closer as he takes a seat in front of your desk.
Oh how the tables have turned, now it’s you viewing him in front of your desk.
“Besides, I’m sure you should recall what time of the month it is.” You tilt your head in question, sifting through your mind for an answer.
“Time of the month? What do you mean?” Your cluelessness makes Taehyung scoff a laugh, looking off to the side as he rolls his tongue inside his cheek. He rises from his seat then, unclasping the button of his jacket as he walks his way over to you, and you try not to visibly let your legs squirm.
He sees it anyway, always the attentive man. He leans down and places his hands on either of the armrests of your office chair, coming face to face with you, eyes dripping with dark, lustful sin.
“You’re ovulating, baby girl. You know what that means..” He trails, lips finding your ear and whispering huskily.
“Time to fuck our kids into you.” Shivering, your hands clasp onto his suit, communicating your desperation and Taehyung only retreats to let his lips brush yours, breaths hot.
“Tae..” You call him, practically hypnotized by his scent, his presence, him. You didn’t even know how horny you were until his lips teased the shit out of you. “Fuck me… fuck me right here.” You beg. “Fuck the nerves out of me.”
Taehyung feels his cock twitch in his pants, groaning a little before enveloping your lips in a needy kiss. He wastes no time in slithering his palms around your waist, hoisting you up onto your desk and slotting himself between your legs.
The back of your shins hug him to you yearnfully, hands lost in his hair as you both fervently make out. Unzipping the sides of your pencil skirt, Taehyung hisses against your mouth.
“A fucking skirt, huh?” He chastises, fingers hooking onto the waistband and tugging them down. “You’re just begging me to bend you over and spank you, aren’t you?”
He rapidly pulls down the skirt, along with your pantyhose, gasping when your bare cunt rubs against your cool, glass desk.
“But I don’t want my entire building hearing my pretty girl moan for me.” Taehyung breathes against your lips, engulfing your bottom petal in his mouth to suck on; large, veiny hands sensually stroking and spreading open your thighs.
“Actually,” you smirk into the kiss, an arm hooked around his neck as your free hand begins undoing his belt. “I know my office is soundproof.”
Smirking with you, Taehyung juts his tongue out to lick the strawberry lip balm that coated your lips, slathering all over your mouth before eventually snaking inside for wet, sloppy kissing.
“Then ass up, face down, dirty girl.” Taehyung voices in a dark, dangerous whisper. You sigh with pleasure as you peck his pretty lips, always in it to rile him up.
“Of course, Mr. Kim.” You peek at him through your eyelashes, hands pressed to his broad chest that he visibly puffs a little more when you touch him.
“But who says you’ll even get me loud in the first place, lover boy?”
Scoffing, Taehyung actually doesn’t spin you around like you thought he would, but instead abandons your spread legs and steps back, exposing his cock. He strokes himself before piercing you with his intimidating, dominant eyes, tongue poking the corner of his mouth.
“Get on your knees and suck.”
Taken aback by his command, you sputter. “Tae-”
“Now.”
Loving that usual tense, locked jaw look of his when he’s serious gets you gushing, scrambling to your feet. You do him the favour of loosening his belt, tugging him closer to you and challenging his dominance with your suggestive, foxy eyes alone.
He grows more frustrated, gritting his teeth as his hands suddenly grope your bare ass and squeeze hard enough, he’ll be leaving bruises of his fingertips for sure.
“Knees, Y/N.”
Hearing your real name from him is what cautions you, paying heed to his demand and dropping to the ground. You happily sink your pliant, almost salivating mouth over Taehyung’s monstrous, girthy cock once it’s presented to you. He throws his head back with a low, indulgent groan, hand slowly slithering into your hair and grabbing a handful as you begin moving him in and out.
You give him your devilish, yet somehow innocent eyes from beneath him, moaning a little when you take him all the way to the back of your throat, already triggering your sensitive gag reflex. Taehyung physically jolts further into your mouth, a hand of yours cupping his balls and fondling them with a generous massage.
Taehyung immediately buckles with a shudder, gripping your hair harder as he collects himself.
“Shit, oh fuck.” Taehyung curses, wetting his lips as his carnal eyes watch you so obediently suck on his cock, slobbering and slathering him up for your heady consumption.
“Fucking prettiest girl ever.” He praises an octave lower than his usual register, gently rocking himself into your tight mouth. “My fucking pretty girl.”
You moan as you relish in his words, letting them spur you on as you draw his delicious cock out of your mouth and suddenly wrap your lips around his balls. Taehyung rapidly grows weak and falters forward, needing to catch himself against your desk.
“Oh baby, fuck me.. if you do that again..” Taehyung’s weak now, smirking as you yet again, envelop his fleshy skin in your mouth to suck.
“Y-Y/N, I’m not kidding..” Taehyung breathes unevenly, groaning like a weak man to your every movement. “I’ll put a fucking kid in you this instant if you don’t-”
Bold and far too entertained to stop now, you breathe an evil laugh as you stick your tongue out and lick a long, slow stripe across his balls, and Taehyung instantaneously erupts with arrant pleasure.
“That’s it, I’m fucking destroying you.”
Your husband doesn’t waste a single breath as he lifts you up and crashes his lips against yours, kissing you madly and as though he craves every fibre of you this instant. He walks you both back into your brand new office, far enough your back presses against the floor to ceiling window panes that showcase the entirety of Seoul’s gorgeous city, gasping into his mouth.
“Taehyung, don’t you fucking dare-”
But you’re spun around and shoved against the glass, sighing when you feel your exposed nipples rub against the cool surface.
“If you’re gonna act like a disobedient slut, then I’ll fuck you like one.” Taehyung growls by your ear before licking it like the demon he is, lining himself with our wet, pulsing hole and pushing himself inside you. You both groan out in unison, used to this feeling after the hundreds of times you’ve felt him; the meaty, engorged tip of his gorgeous cock, the ways your walls squeeze him like they’re welcoming him home, the way your insides beg to be fucked open by his beast of a dick.
It all never gets old.
It’s hot, so hot your bodies momentarily fog up glass. He keeps you shoved against the window as he penetrates you relentlessly, groaning at the roughness in his actions. Halfway into fucking your sex with hard, quick thrusts, your breathy, desperate voice tumbles out.
“M-Mr. Kim, don’t we.. having a meeting together.. soon?” You recall the quite important conference to be held regarding your architecture and design team, nearly rolling your eyes back when Taehyung shoves himself so deep inside you, you feel him in your throat.
“Oh.. now you call me Mr. Kim? When I’m balls deep inside you?”
“Baby.. ah!” You moan sharply when Taehyung lands a smack on your ass before groping it, soothing the area he inflicted.
“That’s not my fucking title.”
“Mr. Kim… Chairman Kim.” Now that, that fucking gets blood rushing to Taehyung’s dick so quickly, he’s sure he’ll explode inside you in the next 30 seconds. Never did he expect to see the day you would be working for him, and now that you were, hearing you rightfully call him Chairman as his subordinate truly does a deadly number on him.
“Fuck.. say that again.”
“Chairman Kim.”
“Fuckkk,” Taehyung groans in sheer pleasure hearing that sweet voice of yours, sneaking a hand to your clit and beginning to play with you, melting when you’re supplied the heavenly stimulation you crave.
“Again.”
“Chairman Kim.. sir, you-you fuck me so good... fuck my tight pussy so good.” You moan erotically enough to believe this scene is straight out of porn, nails scraping against your window as you search for any anchor from your approaching orgasm, Taehyung absolutely annihilating your pussy from behind.
“Shit.. shit, shit, shit.” Your husband curses, biting his lower lip as he watches his cock disappear into your warm, soaking wet pussy.
“Tae.. please, lunch is almost over and we- fuck, we have our first conference together.”
“I know, baby. Let me make you cum first.” His lips latch onto to your pulse point them, sensually kissing and suckling you, a complete contrast to his fast-acting hips ramming into your cunt.
“I-I hope you like the people I assembled.. for your team selection, Jesus.” Taehyung half speaks, half indulges in this toe-curling sex, working himself into your heat so hard he’s visibly breaking a sweat, hand rapidly rubbing at your sticky, wet pearl.
“You can choose whoever you want, Princess-God.” He groans as he slides a hand around your throat, choking you as he unforgivingly fucks into your leaking, spasming cunt. “Pussy so good for fucking what.”
“Of course, Tae. Just-send everyone's profiles to my email so I can check-ah!” You sigh loudly when Taehyung changes his pace and angle, hitting that spongy g-spot inside you as you begin to see stars, his cock violently throbbing inside you. He’s seconds from spilling.
“Already did, gorgeous. Better.. get used to me getting the job done quickly.” He smirks, tone proud of his dirty innuendo as he simultaneously makes you cream his cock with your essence. He similarly stuffs himself so far, so deeply inside you you were sure he shot his sperm directly into your uterus.
Both of you fall against the window, Taehyung almost crushing you against it with the weight of his body, breathing heavily by your ear. His harsh breaths become one with your own, half-naked bodies pressed together. You can already feel his cum dribbling out of you and down your thigh, cursing.
“Fuck, we’re gonna be.. late.” You breathe.
“Shit, if it meant having that sex… I could care less.” Taehyung snickers a little, and you can’t help but join in. “Besides,” his hands suddenly cradle your stomach, gingerly caressing the skin underneath your blouse as he presses a kiss to your neck. “I think we really did it this time.”
Cracking a content smile, your fingertips find his luscious locks to massage through. You turn to your side and peck his lips a couple times, indulging in your husband’s warm, warm arms.
“Yeah, I think we did.” Your heart glows inside your chest, caught in a moment of pure, happy bliss.
But when you took your pregnancy test a couple weeks later, another negative result left you all but disappointed and exhausted, frustration tainting your emotions.
8 months.
“How many floors are you considering?”
“I think a few less than my building, it’s only an LLC so it doesn’t require anything too large-scale.”
“That makes sense, I’ll make a note of that, baby.” You sprawl in half-cursive writing that Taehyung’s looking for a building with around 15 floors. But just as you finish off, something comes to your attention.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I meant Mr. Kim.” You corrected yourself.
“It’s okay, gorgeous. I told you you don’t need to address me formally when we’re alone at work.”
“But you’re the CEO of this company and my boss, Tae.” You look over your shoulder from where you’re leaning over Taehyung’s desk. “I feel like it’s wrong to address you so casually.”
“Mmm, you just love the idea of me being your boss, don’t you?” Taehyung dips down to the shell of ear, and the bass of his smug tone leaves you gushing.
“And you especially would like that while I’m fucking you, wouldn’t you?” Taehyung makes it a statement to shove himself deeper inside your fluttering pussy, palms softly kneading your ass before he delivers a teasing smack.
You sigh, feeling him slowly, gently pull out and rock back in, having been enjoying this quite tamed, domestic fucking you from behind over his desk. You thought it best to try some relaxed sex, focusing on discussing business instead.
“God, there isn’t a single moment where you aren’t horny, huh?”
“Especially when I’ve gotta put a baby in my submissive and breedable wife? Of course.” Taehyung states matter-of-factly, deliberately inserting himself inside you deep as his hands curl around your hips.
“But seriously, I am looking for something quite innovative for the design.” Taehyung seriously returns to the business talk, even if his cock is wedged inside you. “Especially for the learning centers themselves, I’ve been thinking the programs should be fun and engaging, something that’ll want kids to get involved.”
You listen to your husband’s wishes, twiddling with a mechanical pencil as you jot down his vision, even if you’re ass up and getting it from behind.
“I see what you mean, almost like Google’s headquarters-- oh, Tae..” You sigh when Taehyung absent-mindedly swivels his cock around inside you, surpressing an erotic moan.
You hear him breathe a laugh, pretty hands soothing your hips as you gently rock back on him. He thoroughly enjoys the view of your cute ass trying to get more of him.
“Yeah, I’m looking for something out of the box. I don’t want this subsidiary to just be for plain old business, I want this to really inspire young minds no matter what they like.” Taehyung explains as you feel his cock throb inside you, supplying you with a soft, delicious stroke. “Colourful, unique, quirky, something just.. different.”
“Okay, I hear you. Maybe the entrance at least can look like this..” You quickly apply pencil to paper, sketching out a bare bones structure and letting your husband assess it.
“Maybe something like this? Huge ceilings, bright colours.. abstract design?”
“Holy fuck,” Taehyung’s eyes bug out as he observes the sketch, cock having made a full-stop inside you. “Princess… this is.. wow.” Taehyung’s at a loss for words, watching his fingertips trace the lines you drew.
“I love this, Y/N. You are seriously so talented.” Taehyung sounds like he’s more so speaking to himself, in absolute awe as he shifts his eyes towards you, while you’re glad you could capture his vision.
“Anything for you, Tae. Tell me more and I’ll create whatever you want.” You smile proudly as Taehyung finds you too endearing, dipping down to connect your lips for a sweet kiss you giggle through.
“Speaking of creating whatever we want..” Taehyung’s tone becomes suggestive as he bounces his brows, rolling your eyes knowing where this is already going.
“Time to make a baby in this tummy, gorgeous.” Taehyung rubs your stomach and you happily gear up for the usual pussy wreckage and cum dump he’s going to deal you with right now
“Make it feral and nasty, Kim. I wanna feel those kids in my stomach.” You wiggle your ass a little to coax him, in which you receive a fun little smack and Taehyung giggle.
“Anything for you, Princess.” Taehyung kisses your shoulder blade where you blouse dips, and proceeds to fuck you hard enough his sperm really does feel like it finds a home in your stomach, his office full of the sound of slapping skin and pornographic moans.
But as much as you felt him in your uterus, a negative pregnancy once again proves you wrong, wondering what in the world is wrong with you both.
9 months.
“Tae, sit the fuck down. We’re not going anywhere.”
“But baby-”
“I said we’re going nowhere.” You finalize, arms and eyes rigidly focused on the dinner table you clean, Mrs. Choi and Seo on their day off today.
“Princess, c’mon. It’s Jungkook’s wife’s birthday party and it’s important to him, we have to go.” Taehyung whines a little, seated on a couch in the main area as he attempts to convince you.
“And I said no, Tae, we’re not fucking going.”
“But Princess, it’ll be fun and you know we can even have our sex-”
“Tae, we’re not conceiving our child at a strip club!” You squeak, damn near smacking the cloth you use to wipe the table down onto the mahogany wood. “Look, you know I’m all for partying and having fun, but I don’t want to possibly conceive our child at a strip club, let alone see other half naked women grinding on your dick.”
Taehyung sighs a little, trying to reach you from where he’s seated. “Princess, you know Jungkook’s wife is gonna be there with all the girls. Everyone’s gonna be able to see what the other is doing and I have no interest in strippers. You know all us CEO’s are hitched anyway, no way would Seokjin’s wife even let him look at a topless woman.”
You roll your eyes, holding a frustrated hand to your temple. “Then why is Jungkook even holding her party at a strip club? You literally just made the point that practically all of you boys have either a ring around your finger or one woman you simp for.”
“You know how Jungkook and his wife are, baby. They’re goddamn crazy and emotionally constipated. They need something dramatic like this to finally admit their fucking feelings for each other, I bet on it.” Taehyung explains in a way that makes you see the point, but still grow disapproving of attending.
“We’re not fucking going, Tae.”
Taehyung seals his lips together in disappointment, springing onto his knees upon the couch and speaking to you as persuasively.
“Baby, look. You of all people know that I absolutely hate when a man that isn’t me even fucking looks at you, so a strip club pisses me off too. But I just don’t think it’s right for us to not attend at all. Jungkook's one of our best friends and we at least owe him this.”
You contemplate the idea once you see Taehyung’s point, weighing the pros and cons in your head until you come to the conclusion it’ll probably only leave you feeling more shitty than it would any good.
“If Jungkook’s our best friend, then he’ll understand why we’re not attending, Taehyung.” Taehyung almost looks taken aback by you using his real name, lips falling into a frown. “I really don’t see what good it would do for me to see another woman flaunting her breasts in your face while people throw money at her for it.”
Taehyung genuinely grows upset for you, seeing the hurt in your distant eyes. “Baby.. you know I would never even enjoy something like that. I would only want to see your breasts in my face, especially when they’re huge and lactating.”
You feel a sense of lightness at his joke, but it doesn’t exactly lift your mood or change your mind. You know Taehyung’s only insisting you both attend to show Jungkook the support he’s always shown you two, and you understand the sentiment. Taehyung’s known Jungkook longer than he’s known you anyway, he’s his brother for life and it’s hard for him to choose between you and Jungkook.
But something about the idea of a strip club throws you off, even if Taehyung promised he’d never leave your side and spend all his time in a private room with you. You know how these upscale, exclusive strip clubs for society’s one-percenters work. Salacious men love chasing after women with hot bodies and alluring stares, while women chase after filthy rich men and a handsome face. Throw in some alcohol, nudity and drugs, and you’ll find yourself in a fucked up concoction of either cheated on or cheated with.
You trusted Taehyung, you really did. But you know your husband; you know his tall, dark and handsome persona, you know the allure of his fierce eyes and the sexy stature of his body that makes you want to climb his lap and fuck him into the sunset. You know your husband’s the hottest on the market and any woman would kill you to have him. Even if it’s been months since the so-called scandal and Taehyung’s public love letter to you was universal knowledge, there could still be women that wish to snatch him from you.
Putting off your mood, you quickly rinse your hands.
“Fuck you, Tae. We’re not going, but if you so badly want another bitch to press her ass against your dick then you should go by yourself.” You spit pure venom his way, ignoring Taehyung’s pleas to just hear him out and marching up the stairs, locking yourself in your bedroom. You sulk into your pillows, possibly thinking you really are being too uptight.
After all, if this were Hana wanting to hold a bachelorette party at a strip club, would you really listen to Taehyung’s instruction to not go when Hana’s your best friend?
You scream into the sheets, flailing your body around with frustration, stressed out of your fucking mind. If this subsidiary and not fucking conceiving a child yet wasn’t already enough pressure, this surely was adding to your trauma from months ago.
Too in your head to let it go, you almost smash your head against a wall until your phone suddenly buzzes, unlocking your screen to reveal some text messages.
Husbiebun ♡: miss pretty thing, are you there?
Husbiebun ♡: this is kim’s apology service requesting that you view this next message
You at first roll your eyes, huffing as you click off the screen until you’re sent an image. Unlocking your phone, you’re privy to Taehyung’s clothed crotch with a bow on it, watching the little notification that indicates he’s sending a digital touch message.
He sends his masterpiece, and your heart melts as you read his cute hand-writing.
Husbiebun ♡: i’m dumb, let’s make our baby at home in our bed
You gently laugh, hand covering your smile as you read his next messages.
Husbiebun ♡: come sit on this dick, pretty girl
Husbiebun ♡: my one and only baby momma
Husbiebun ♡: all yours and only yours, princess
Heart fluttering in your chest, your husband’s just far too cute to deny. You happily nibble your lip as you text your next response, chest feeling much less burdened with doubtful thoughts.
5:36 pm: let’s go to the party, tae
5:36 pm: but i better be the only one on this dick today AND everyday after that
5:36 pm: or i’m getting my sperm from a hot athlete instead to make this baby
It’s the sound of Taehyung’s desk clattering and his shoes running down the corridor that make you laugh, soon welcomed by him huffing and puffing as he strips off his jacket.
“Spread those sexy legs right now, I’m putting my fucking kid in you.”
You proudly chuckle, doing as you’re told with a shit-eating grin on your face.
11 months.
More weeks have passed, more sex and attempts at having a child, but to no avail, do you receive any positive tests. It becomes disheartening, painful as you stare at yet again at another negative result, wondering what you and Taehyung are doing so wrong.
It’s been almost a year now, almost a year you’ve both been trying to take things easy, trying to not rush the process and not allowing stress to get the best of you both. But it’s tiring, exhausting, hopeless trying to believe every time will be the right one, only to become disappointed.
There are only so many times Taehyung can fuck you full of his cum; so many times he can sneak you away from your desk at work to ram into your guts in a faxing room, so many times he can send you the usual “mrs. kim, it’s baby-making time, I request your pussy in my study” text that has you happily skipping over to him. So many times you can hook a leg over his lap and ride him like you would his Mercedes, so many times you both fuck in the backseat of his car or ditch an event early to get it on in the coat check closet.
So many times he can try having sex with you on your period, off our period, before, after, even tracking youe fertility and ovulation window to an exact tee until it becomes too much.
Birthdays pass, anniversaries pass, holidays pass. Christmas, New Year’s and Valentine’s, important dates in your relationship all roll by without you both ever coming close to having the family you desire, the family that seems so terribly close, and yet so far away.
You want to hear the sounds of your own baby’s giggle, run around with Taehyung trying to grab the necessary supplies you need before a day out. You want to build a little crib and paint a room for your baby with Taehyung, want him to cradle your round belly and listen to the sounds your baby makes inside. You want him to kiss your full stomach and call you beautiful even through the ugly, laborious, unappealing side of pregnancy. You want to see your baby playing atop Taehyung’s chest, want to surprise him in his office on father’s day, want to feel the love a mother earns from her partner and her child.
You want it all, and it hurts seeing others with exactly what you want; those delighted families with their babbling children, hearing another one of your co-workers or friends becoming pregnant, meeting Namjoon and Seokjin’s kids, staring at baby clothes long enough that Taehyung has to gently guide you away from the section before you become too upset.
Why isn’t this working, what’s so wrong with you? It didn’t matter how many times you both visited an OBGYN, told the same words each time.
“It’s normal, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. You just have to keep trying.”
But you’ve both tried, you and Taehyung have tried everything you could in the book; from homemade remedies, medication, hell, even one time jokingly telling Taehyung to in fact take Viagra and you both fucked like wild bunnies for an entire weekend.
You can’t do this anymore, don’t know how much longer you can handle doing this until you completely crumble as a human being. Even Taehyung’s subsidiary was closer to being complete than you were becoming pregnant, wanting to bang your head against a wall for thinking an entirely new project of Taehyung is nearing its unveiling, and yet you both haven’t welcomed a baby into the world.
Growing utterly and completely frustrated, you falter against your bedroom wall and slide down onto the ground, clutching your knees to your chest as your world implodes. You angrily toss the pregnancy test across the room hard enough it leaves a chip in the paint, even grabbing the nearest object and tossing it too, not caring for a single thing as tears rake your body, and you shove your crying eyes into your arms.
This is just too hard, too stressful and you don’t know if you'll ever be able to make this work. What if something’s really wrong with you? It can’t be Taehyung, Taehyung’s extremely healthy from what your OBGYN told you both, and his sperm is strong. Your health has always been pretty fragile and fickle, what if you’re the problem? What if your uterus isn’t compatible with Taehyung’s sperm? What if you’re too weak to bear a child? What if this is truly all your fault?
What if you and Taehyung can never have children?
The room fills with your senseless sobbing, weeping without pause as the rain outside only perpetuates your sadness, and you can’t see anything clearly anymore.
Taehyung shuts the door to your home as he arrives, sighing as he unravels his scarf, shutting his umbrella.
“Princess, I’m home!” he calls out to you, but Taehyung is only met with silence. He grows concerned, sighing as he contemplates how your responses have naturally dwindled into nothing. The strain that’s recently been tainting your relationship is now rearing its ugly head more apparently.
It’s been almost a year, a long, gruelling year of you both trying to have this baby, and yet nothing comes to fruition after all your efforts. Taehyung knows it devastates you, leaves you turning back to the days when your depression became so powerful, you wouldn’t utter a word.
He sees the way you look at other people’s families, notices how much more frequently you visit Namjoon and Seokjin’s to see their children, watches the way you nearly shed tears when you find an adorable little baby sock and can’t help but cradle it to your chest.
You’ve changed your diets, gotten in yoga and exercise, hell, you both even tried going to an erotic sex class that showed the optimal position for conceiving, and yet, you both never achieved that positive result. It left him tired, disappointed, discouraged. It hurt him more than anything to know he couldn’t give his wife the baby she wants so terribly, the guilt, pressure and stress of such a thing even sometimes leaving your sex unsatisfying and nowadays, dyfunctional altogether.
A few times Taehyung's pressured mind softened him and he couldn’t get hard again, pumping his own cock long enough until you merely rolled over in bed and called it a night. Sometimes you’re not wet enough, sometimes the sex hurts too much and you both need to stop, sometimes the mood completely dissipates into thin air and nothing seems fun anymore, rather a daunting obligation.
The strain was destroying you both, you’re just too fed up and exhausted with this same routine. It was seeming hopeless, dark and more impossible to happen than you both thought. Gone were the days of optimism and faith, now left anxiety-ridden, overthinking and doubtful.
All Taehyung wanted was to give you a baby, the baby you so desperately wanted, and Taehyung believed as your husband he could do that for you. It was his duty as your partner, as the future father of your family to be able to provide that for you, to be of use for the one job he was given as a man.
And he couldn’t even do that.
Shoulders slumped and thinking of finding himself at the bottom of another bottle of Whiskey, Taehyung lazily winds a hand around the staircase railing as he trudges upstairs. Reaching the second floor, he quickly flashes a glance towards your bedroom, only to find it ajar, and witnessing the shards of glass that scatter the hardwood floor.
And panic floods his entire being as he rushes over within seconds.
The thunder outside is just so loud, crashing and booming hard enough you need to cover your ears from the terrible sound. You cry, weep and sob like a child, only able to remain crawled up in a little ball as you try to cope with your spiralling psyche.
Though it’s the sound of glass crunching against the hardwood floor, and soon two warm palms clutching your arms that jolt you out of your trance.
“Y/N, Y/N! Oh my God, what happened?!” Taehyung worriedly shakes you, and you reveal your wide, teary eyes to him.
“Tae..”
“Princess, are you okay? What happened?” Taehyung asks with sheer concern in his eyes, hands carefully cradling your cheeks and wiping your tears.
“It was negative again, Tae… again.”
“What?”
“It was fucking negative.. It’s always fucking negative!” You screeched, recalling that one time ages ago you saw that positive result, and now wishing it could’ve just been true, because anything was better than this.
“No it isn’t, Tae! We’ve been trying for almost a year, almost a year we keep saying it’s fine when it isn’t! We’ve been doing this and haven’t gotten anywhere, we’ve gotten nowhere!” Your hands find your face again, incessant tears spilling from your distraught eyes.
“Baby..” Taehyung tries to swallow his emotions, feeling his stomach churn as he watches you. “Why is there glass on the floor?”
“Huh?” You meekly answer.
“Why is there broken glass on the floor, sweetheart?”
“I just..” Your throat clogs up, needing to release a deep exhale. “I guess I threw one of our pictures across the room, the glass.. probably broke.” You hiccup.
Taehyung presses his lips together with sympathy, carefully shuffling closer and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight, warm hug.
“The glass could’ve hurt you, baby. Don’t do that again, okay? For me.” Taehyung hushed you with his rich, caramel smooth voice, hand stroking the back of your hair.
You gently nod into his neck, sniffling as you recollect yourself. Taehyung can’t stand to see you, hear you like this, and he cries on the inside as his heart aches for you.
“Look, baby, people sometimes take months to get pregnant.” He explains, seating himself on the floor and tugging you into his lap, soothing your hiccups. “It’s normal, Princess, and it happens to more people than we think.”
You feel your cries soften as he holds you, pressing his lips to your temple for a kiss. “Couples just don’t talk about it because it can be depressing, embarrassing and just... something personal. It doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with us, it just means we’re human, baby. And trying to create another human isn’t as easy as people make it out to be.”
Taehyung just speaks so calmly, so lovingly it was easy to melt into his arms, to feel your heartbeat slow down and your mind race less. He truly was your safe haven.
“We just need to stay strong, baby girl. It’s all about us and how we look at this situation, right?” He feels your sobs become less violent, your chest breathing much more clearly. “We just need to stay positive. We need to be more diligent about your ovulation times, keep better track of your fertility window and try not to stress too much, angel.”
You nuzzle your head against his shoulder better, cheek laying against him as you breathe in the scent of his Invictus cologne. It feels like being home.
“Dr. Ing told me stress and anxiety isn’t good for your cycle and can throw off our timing.” He weaves his fingers through your hair, watching the strands tumble out as he encases you in his arms. “And no matter what we do, we’ll do it together, always. Because that’s the best part about this all, right? That we do it together, that I have you and you have me. And we’ll get through this, Y/N. I promise.” He presses a deep, loving kiss to your hair, and with a sniffle of your nose, you lift off his shoulder.
You come face to face with him, face tear-stained, eyes red and nose running, but Taehyung thinks you’re still as beautiful as the day he met you.
Your husband smiles, delicately smoothing your hair out of your face until he holds you, eyes sentimental.
“I promise, Y/N… I really do.” His irises are saturated with so much sincerity, you could’ve cried again. “We’ll have this baby, I promise you.” He softly assures you, and as emotion fills your lungs, you lean forward and kiss him. It’s a sweet peck, pulling back to see his reaction with warm eyes. He laughs a little, pulling you close to envelope you in a tender, tender kiss, feeding into the gentle motion he crafts.
Taehyung secures you in his arms and is able to stand with you, lips still connected. He steps towards your bed and lays you down against the sheets like you were fine china, palms encasing your waist with the most delicate of touches.
You pull him closer by his collar, tongue prodding the seam of his lips until you break away for air, gazing at him with nothing but love and devotion.
“I love you.” You whisper, teary-eyed, even though it was something you’d realized for the five hundredth time now, but it never got old.
“I love you more.” He responds, latching his mouth onto yours until eventually, his hands slithered into yours against the sheet, and your fingers intertwined as though they were meant to be puzzle pieces.
Taehyung made slow, slow love to you that night. He went so slow and gentle, you cried feeling all the emotions clogged up inside you and released in a cloud of smoke. The delicate, tender feeling of him working his hips into yours unravelling ever wound up part of you.
He kissed your tears away, and told you you were the prettiest woman ever, told you that no matter how long it takes, no matter how many tries, he’d still love you the same, and believes you’ll be the most beautiful mother to your future child. He whispered that your baby would be lucky to have a mother like you, a strong, resilient, and brilliant woman.
And you told your husband through tears that he’d make a wonderful father, that your baby would love him endlessly, just as much as you do. He couldn’t help but tear up as well, allowing that emotion to hike up the passion of such a heated night. His hips precisely thrustsed into you until the sheer love dismantled his calculation, fucking you raw, devoted passion. The intimacy of his searing thrusting burned inside you brightly, singed you so beautifully you doused his cock in your sticky essence, and he released inside you,
You both laid in bed peacefully that night. Post-orgasm bliss and cuddles took over, drawing gentle patterns over his bare chest as he rubbed his palm over your tummy, lips pressed to your forehead.
“Do you think we’ll make good parents, Tae?”
Taehyung takes a deep breath. He clutches you closely to his warm body by the arm you rest on, peaceful and serene. “I really don’t know, Y/N.”
“Maybe we will.. since we both never want to be like our parents.” You suggest, your voice is so quiet, it was as though you only wanted Taehyung to hear you.
“I think so, too, but I think it’s because we have a love that’s… beautiful. And when we share that with a baby.. it’ll be even more beautiful.” He wraps both his arms around you, tugging your naked body flush against his as he hides his face in your hair, his voice low.
“You’ll be a beautiful mother, Y/N, and I can’t wait to share a family with you. No matter how long it takes, I’ll love you always… always.”
He sounds so vulnerable, it was no wonder he was hiding his face from you. As much as Taehyung loved to seem cold, stone-faced and intimidating, he was a true family man, and your heart flutters in your chest considering how much he wanted a baby as much as you did.
“I can’t either.. Tae. I can’t wait either.” You loop your arms around his neck and hold him tightly, both your hearts and minds filled with the joy of such a prospect, and willing to wait however long it would take, however much you would have to try.
But little did you know, you wouldn’t need to wait much longer anymore.
“Positive…” You said to yourself slowly, trying to compute whether or not you were in the Matrix, and this was possibly all a vivid dream. “Positive.. P-positive.”.
“Positive?” Taehyung’s eyes go wide, lips hanging open with shock as you clutch your hand to your mouth.
“It.. it says positive… it’s positive!” You squeal elatedly, happily flailing your fist with uncontainable excitement.
A month later, you both found yourselves in Prague for exclusive business Taehyung was invited to. Your husband currently remains seated before you on your messy bed, only boxers hugging his hips as you wear nothing underneath one of his brand name dress shirts. Post-sex, of course.
“Positive? You’re telling me the second test is positive too, Princess?” Taehyung excitedly asks, shaking you by your arms as excitement fills your body.
“Yes, Tae. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” You lunge forward into his arms and tackle him over into your tousled sheets, joyfully squeaking into Taehyung’s chest as he laughs and hugs you as though you’re his most precious gem.
“Oh baby, baby baby we’re gonna have a baby!” Taehyung cheers as he quickly lifts you off his chest and begins peppering you with the sweetest of kisses, giggling unstoppably as you both roll around in the sheets.
“Tae, that tickles!”
“I can’t fucking help it, this gorgeous woman in the mother of my child. The love of my life is the mother of my child, our child!” Taehyung triumphantly pumps a fist in the air as he props onto his knees, shutting his eyes closed and pressing his palms together.
“Angels, I am so goddamn happy you listened to my prayers and blessed me with this beautiful woman as my wife and now a baby. Please let this baby be as cute as her and be happy and healthy and that Y/N has a smooth pregnancy-” Taehyung’s prayers are suddenly stopped when you take a pillow and whack him with it.
“Ow! What the- Y/N, what are you doing?!” He hilariously howls, laughing himself as he reaches over for a cushion and swings it back at you. You gasp scandalously.
“Tae! Don’t thank your angels for me, I should be thanking them for giving me you!” Taehyung merely scoffs as he begins assaulting you with the pillow, squealing as you launch a counterattack and initiate a chaotic pillow fight.
“Tae! Stop hitting me!!”
“You did it first, I’m only defending myself!”
You both happily laugh in almost perfect harmony as you fight each other with pillows, feathers eventually tearing out of the covers. You both gasp and giggle together at your idiocy, Taehyung tossing his pillow away and grabbing you onto his back. You squeak as he gives you a piggy-back ride, screaming joyfully as Taehyung begins parading you around your suite, sing-songing to practically the entire floor.
“We’re going to have a baby, we're going to have a baby!” You join him with delighted cheers and bright smiles, Taehyung inevitably growing tired and plopping you both back down on your bed.
“Okay, that’s it. We’re hitching the next flight back home.” Taehyung claps his hands together and already gets to locating your suitcases, moving rapidly. You prop yourself up on your hands, laughing at your bustling husband.
“Baby, it’s okay, we still have a day left here.”
“Nuh uh, we are getting you home and getting a checkup with Dr. Ing right away. I need to know that you and the baby are healthy.” Taehyung explains in his CEO voice, and you grow endeared by his words as you settle back into your pillows. You gaze at your husband dreamily as he works away, eyes and smile shimmering with happiness.
Taehyung finds you staring, tilting his head. “What?”
“Our baby, Tae.” You say, biting your lower lip. “We’re going to have a baby.”
Taehyung relaxes his tense shoulders as he scrunches his nose, immediately attacking you with the cute kisses. You laugh as he pecks you all over, nuzzling his face into yours.
“Why are you so cute, huh? Who said you could be this cute?” He rhetorically asks, and continues his affectionate onslaught as you giggle like a lovesick highschooler, until Taehyung suddenly stops.
“Holy shit, we need to get this checkup and then throw a huge party, we’re telling the whole fucking world.”
Taehyung marvels as he seems to already be drafting a guest list, joining his excitement. “We definitely need a party, it would be amazing to tell everyone when we’re all together.” You pout with those cute lips and adorable eyes of yours, and Taehyung falls in love with every ounce of you.
“Of course, baby. We’re gonna do it, let’s fucking do it!” Taehyung kisses your nose and you light up like a Christmas tree, encasing his cute cheeks in your palms and emulating his exciting buzzing.
“Let’s do it, Tae!”
“And your baby is right.. here.” Dr. Ing gently smiles as she points towards the monitor, showing the little fetus.
Taehyung squeezes your hand firmly as the ultrasound tool remains pressed to your stomach, your eyes welling up as your palm clutches your mouth. “That’s our baby?”
“Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. That’s your baby.” The doctor becomes emotional herself, having known both your strenuous journey with conception. You look towards Taehyung, who holds the back of your hand to his lips, his eyes tearing up as he finds you.
“That’s our baby, Princess.” He happily smiles, eyes filled with moisture. “We’re going to have a baby.” You can’t help but feel a wad tangled up in your throat, sniffling as water clouds your vision.
“We’re having a baby, Tae. We’re gonna be parents.” You break down into tears, and Taehyung immediately cradles you in his arms, kissing your hair as joyful tears begin spilling from both your eyes, full of irrevocable happiness.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.”
“Thank you, thank you..” You deeply thank Dr. Ing, watching her excuse herself from the room as she allows you two a moment to yourselves.
Taehyung’s palms hold your precious cheeks as he remains mere inches from you. He searches your pretty, pretty irises, and finds nothing but a reflection of his own unfettered, true love for you.
“We’re doing this, Princess. We’re really gonna have a baby.”
“We are, Tae,” you smile through tears, sniffling. “It’s our baby, our child.”
You both softly chuckle together before Taehyung envelopes you in a passionate kiss, mouthing him back with all the love, care and devotion you could in the world, hoping it would tell him that you wouldn’t want to share this baby with anyone else but him.
“I love you, Tae.” You whisper, and Taehyung takes no time at all to whisper his reply back.
“I love you more, Y/N.” He sniffles. “I always have, and I always will.”
The next few weeks of your life with Taehyung completely took off, soaring into all kinds of domestic chaos.
After your appointment with Dr. Ing came the necessary steps to take towards a tip-top pregnancy, courtesy of your worry wart of a husband. Your folic acid intake increased, Taehyung hired a nutritionist for you to draft healthy dietary plans in order to guarantee you had a balanced amount of nutrients. Dr. Ing also suggested that you see her every month to confirm the baby was growing healthily, and performed numerous tests during your first visit to ensure you and your husband were both fit for this pregnancy.
A pap test, blood test, even testing your thyroid levels and risk of anemia. Taehyung ended up taking the husband of year award after he revealed to you he’d spent much of your time during conception reading books on pregnancy, and instantly implemented prenatal vitamins into your daily routine.
He also swept the award for clutching your hair back every time morning sickness assaulted you, terribly throwing up. Massaging your tired body after all the fatigue you experienced, keeping track of all your necessary appointments and catering towards every change in your mood and cravings; even if it meant driving out at 1AM to fetch you a jar of peanut butter and cucumbers.
Without a shadow of a doubt, you were whole-heartedly in love with this man.
Currently, he conversed with his friends in the living room during the grand party you threw with all your family, friends and co-workers. You bustled about in the kitchen alongside Mrs, Choi and Seo, ignoring their insistence that you should rest with your little bundle of joy growing inside you, but you honestly adore the idea of hosting your first ever party in your home.
Taehyung couldn’t keep his eyes off you, in love with the stunning, redwood coloured dress you wore tonight. The batwing sleeves and maxi skirt all complemented you beautifully, Taehyung unequivocally absorbed in watching you work in the kitchen. He cracks a warm smile at the domestic scene, growing giddy that unbeknownst to your guests, you were carrying his child too... until he’s fished out of his thoughts.
“Jesus, Tae, you’re really never gonna stop staring at her, are you?” Hoseok suddenly laughs, making the rest of the boys snicker as they tip over flutes of champagne.
“Oh c’mon, hyung. Let him be in love.” Jimin tuts his friend.
“I’ve told you guys since day one he looks at her like he’s in love, and I’ve been right all along.” Seokjin hmphs with a cross of his arms, soon the receiving end of his brother’s snorting.
“Hyung, I literally was the one who told you about the time he called me about Y/N and you figured he was in love with her, You owe that shit to me.”
“Whatever, I could tell from way before that, too.” Seokjin sneers back.
“I mean, Tae was pretty obvious about it. Even I knew how he felt about my sister and I haven’t even known him that long.” Yoongi laughed along with the guys, having fit in quite well with the group.
“Okay, not the point guys. Point is that we finally get to see Tae simp over a woman. He’s literally the definition of whipped now.” Jungkook jokes with an evil laugh.
“Oh, definitely. I’m sure if she called him right now he’d be gone like the wind.” Jimin adds to the light-hearted fun, Taehyung rolling his eyes.
“I would totally not be gone-”
“Tae! Can you help me with this!”
“Coming, sweetie!” And Taehyung, was in fact, gone like the wind at your beckoning, causing Taehyung’s friends along with your brother to break out into laughter.
Your husband cutely steps into the kitchen as he slots himself by your side, landing a hand against the small of your back, a kiss to your cheek. “What’s up, babe? Did you need me to lift something?”
“No, it’s just the pasta. It’s done boiling, you know I hate draining the water.” You give Taehyung your puppy dog eyes to convince him, and Taehyung can’t help but absolutely dote on how adorable you are. He showers you with little kisses all over your endearing face, giggling a little as he presses one last one to your forehead.
“Of course, pretty girl. Just move over so the pot doesn’t hurt you.” You listen and usher out of his way, Taehyung grabbing some oven mitts as he whispers closely by your ear.
“Or in other words, so I don’t hurt you and our little one.” You roll your eyes and smack an arm against his chest, Taehyung feigning fake pain as he grips the handles of the pasta.
“Tae, that’s our announcement for later, what if someone hears you!”
“Y/N-ie! How wonderful it is to see you!” You rapidly swivel around to find your father, practically choking on your spit as Taehyung snickers into the pot of boiling pasta.
“Dad, you came!” You cheer happily and smother him in a hug, hoping to God he didn’t just hear what Taehyung uttered.
“Of course I did, how could I miss the chance to see my beautiful daughter?” He joyfully muses, waving towards Taehyung. “Taehyung-ah, it’s good to see you!”
“The pleasure’s always mine, dad.” Taehyung smiles warmly, feeling mushy inside when you hear him use the informal honorifics. Your eyes suddenly catch your father clutching a female companion close, and your eyebrows raise with curiosity.
“Oh? Dad, did you bring someone?”
“Oh, yes, Y/N-ie! This is Lee Hyu-na, my new secretary I told you about.” You father makes very telling head nods and eyes towards her, clicking in your head that she’s the new “lady friend” he’s recently told you about. Your heart glows as you see her smile brightly and extend a nervous hand, clearly scared of meeting you for the first time.
“It’s wonderful to meet you, Y/N!” She beams nonetheless, and she’s just the cutest woman you’ve ever met.
“It’s lovely to meet you, too!” You chime, kicking it off with positive small talk and watching her interact with your father, mentally approving of them together. Their heights were even perfect, your mother was always a little taller than your dad.
Speaking of her, you’re unsure if she even came to the party.
“My husband Kim Taehyung is right over there, we just missed him.” You gesture towards Taehyung who passed by earlier, seeming to have forgotten something with his friends.
“I’ll just go over there right now and grab him!” You inform her.
Taehyung scolds his friends as he hides his phone, threatening to body slam any of them this instant. “Don’t you people dare say anything to Y/N, it’s not even us!”
“Tae, we know it’s you guys already.” Namjoon deadpans while Taehyung clutches his phone like a stabbing device.
“Not my fault you invasive idiots swiped fucking left, who the hell swipes on someone else’s camera roll!” Taehyung hisses in complaint.
“Chill, Tae. I just hope you know you both disgust me, I didn’t expect anything less especially after the stunt you two pulled at my precious daughter’s birthday party.” Seokjin rolls his eyes, and Taehyung immediately jumps for the defense.
“Oh c’mon, we barely fucked in her bedroom, it was her bathroom!”
“That doesn’t make it any better!”
“Woah, hold on a second, you guys fucked at Eunbi’s fourth birthday party?” Jimin asks with knitted eyebrows.
“Damn, Tae. I knew you’d be diligent about operation ‘put a baby in Y/N’ but you really put in the work, nice.” Hoseok commends his friend as he lifts a hand for a high-five, Taehyung meeting him in the middle with a proud smirk.
“You guys do realize we’re lucky Yoongi left to talk to Y/N’s best friend, right? He literally would have ripped your throats out for the audio of that video, Tae.” Jungkook reminds the snickering gang, Taehyung huffing once he remembers what his idiotic friends did.
“You guys are the jackasses for not understanding the no swiping rule.”
“Whatever, who knew married life and making a kid could make you guys even more wild than you already are?” Jungkook jests with a hearty laugh. “But I bet my wife and I are a lot louder.”
Taehyung grows competitive with Jungkook, cocking a teasing brow. “Did you really just challenge Y/N and I’s sex life?”
“So what if I did? I bet my wife’s 100x louder.” Jungkook argues.
“Bro, you’re playing the wrong game. Y/N and I have always had the best sex, it’s fact.” Taehyung haughtily counters.
“No it isn’t. You just met Y/N before I met my wife. We have the best sex.”
“Yeah, maybe in your fucking dreams. Y/N and I have been freaky since day one.”
And so the boys listen to a completely useless debate on who has better sex, with Jungkook arguing him and his wife are insane while Taehyung threatens to release every detail of your wild sex life.
“Do you wanna listen to the rest of this video? Because I swear you’ll look like a dumbass the second you hear how loud Y/N is.” Taehyung nearly clicks the play button, but Seokjin immediately stops him.
“Woah woah woah, dude, we know you guys have been trying to make a baby but I’m not trying to hear that shit.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen the scratches she leaves on you man but I’m not about seeing how they actually get there.” Jimin speaks up, before he snickers a little and remembers something.
“Oh my God, I just remembered the bite mark I saw you a couple weeks ago. You guys are vampires.”
Hoseok’s the one that laughs, attempting to stifle it but ultimately failing. “Seems like my advice from over a year ago paid off, we’re probably getting that baby soon.” He sips carelessly on his Scotch.
“Did you guys know they’re like wildly into BDSM? And Tae’s a whole dom? I swear when he told me everything it was straight out of a damn Fifty Shades movie-”
“Jimin, I fucking told you that shit in secret, why are you blurting it out?!”
“Oh shit,” Jimin covers his mouth. “Call it a slip of the tongue?” Jimin attempts to feign innocence, but Taehyung already begins bickering with his best friend, scolding him for spilling such lewd details. Taehyung’s just about ready to chew Jimin out about how you’ll kill the both of them until suddenly, the friends hear someone clear their throat behind them.
Taehyung recognizes it anywhere, pressing his lips together with acute anxiety. Slowly turning around, he finds you arms crossed and eyes glaring with anger, nervously laughing.
“Haha, Jagi, when did you..” A cough. “Get here?”
But you don’t answer, only giving Taehyung the most fatal look you’ve ever given him his entire life, and Namjoon’s voice is the only thing anyone hears among the group.
“You two.. Run.”
Taehyung and Jimin rapidly book it out of the main area, following them as some of your guests watch with confusion, but you’re too pissed to even care, hollering at them.
“Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, get your asses over here!”
They both grievously yell at each other by calling the other an idiot and playing the blame game, running fast enough they eventually lead you to your grand, decorated backyard outside. The three of you weave through the pockets of people until eventually, you catch up enough on Taehyung and launch yourself onto his back, tackling him over.
“Ah hah!” You triumphantly point a finger at your husband who’s now faltered against the pavement, hands up and surrendering.
“Baby, why’d you tackle me?! I didn’t even say anything!” Taehyung defends himself.
“I can’t tackle Jimin or else he’ll break.”
“Pardon me? I’m not even that small!” Jimin yells out.
“Oh please, Jimin. You know if I tackled you you’d break a bone.”
“And I wouldn’t? Hello?” Taehyung calls your attention back to him, still pinned to the ground as you remain seated atop him. “What about me?!”
“You know what you did wrong, Kim Taehyung, how dare you tell Jimin everything?!” You chastise him, attempting to extort an apology out of him.
“Princesss,” he whines. “All I said was that you scratch me a lot.. And scream.. And you’re the cutest little sub.. And that we have mind-blowing sex and about that one time we got it on during Eunbi’s birthday party-ow!” Taehyung complains in annoyance when you flick his ear.
“Tae!”
“What?! You know I really love you, Princess. Jimin’s the one who blurted everything out!”
“You’re lucky my brother didn’t hear any of that!” You tug off your heel and threaten to harm Taehyung with it, until you’re both interrupted by a very familiar voice.
“That I didn’t hear what?” Yoongi suddenly stands before you two, surprisingly with Hana, and you both suddenly freeze along with Jimin.
“Why are you sitting on Tae, Y/N?” Your best friend asks with a giggle, the three of you looking towards each other. Instead of harbouring any real anger, you snicker together contemplating Yoongi is definitely one of the people you’ll never tell this story to.
“Nothing, Yoongs. We’re just playing around,” you nervously laugh as you slowly put your heel back on. “Could you actually let everyone inside know to come outside, Taehyung and I..” You look at him beneath you, and his smile mirrors yours as you become sheepishly excited.
“We prepared a toast, and we have some news.”
“You know, I swear you cracked my back sitting on me.” Taehyung whispers to you as he massages his spine like an old man. You both make your way towards the gazebo before the gathering guests in your backyard, dressed with the cutest of fairy lights and lanterns.
“Tae, don’t exaggerate. I’m not even pregnant enough to do that!” You scold him quietly.
“Whatever, the only person who should have their back blown out is you when I ram into your-ow!”
“We’re not trying to conceive anymore, genius!” You hiss as you whack his chest, stepping onto the platform together.
“Hey, we can still have sex even if you’re pregnant-Y/N!” You pinch Taehyung’s nipple as punishment as he whines, your husband rubbing his chest with an annoyed pout. You merely laugh at him, painting on bright smiles when you clink your glass with a fork to call everyone’s attention.
But before you can speak, you lock eyes with a certain someone and her cat-like eyes in the crowd at that moment. You soften immediately, emotion overriding you as you gently smile.
Your mother did come after all.
“Hi everyone! Thank you so much for meeting us outside and having made this party so warm and welcoming, we truly thank everyone for joining us tonight.” You politely beam as everyone cheers, kicking off the speech as you feel Taehyung cradle the small of your back.
“As you all know, we gathered you here today to celebrate our wonderful connections with each other, but..” You pause, eyes peering towards Taehyung with undeniable shine. “Taehyung and I had also hid something from you all.”
The crowd oh’s and ah’s as you turn the figurative mic towards Taehyung, who tugs you close to his side with a boxy smile.
“I know you were all told this was a toast, but I hope you at least know what the toast was for.” Your friends and families laugh as you grin in pure bliss, a hand of yours resting against his chest.
“Y/N and I have an announcement we wanted to share with everyone.” Taehyung then kindly takes your flutes and places them away, hoping that your very non-liquor-looking drink didn’t already give away the news. Your husband returns by proudly weaving his fingers through yours, and placing the other snug over your stomach.
“We’re happy to announce that Y/N and I are pregnant!” Taehyung confidently tells the world, and you’re soon met with surprised eyes and excited chatter, turning into clapping and whoops of all sorts; even hollers from your friends that make you two wholesomely giggle.
“It makes us feel incredibly blessed we were able to share this happy moment with you.” Taehyung says. “But I actually have one more announcement of my own.. another happy moment I would love to share with our friends, family and loved ones.”
You knit your eyebrows together, recalling you and Taehyung never had anything else to announce, whispering to him. “Hey, Tae, what else did we need to announce?”
Taehyung only smiles at you, big and wide, and he wets his lip with a little sheepish grin. “It’s kind of my own announcement.”
“Oh..? Does it have to do with the subsidiary?” You become excited as you clutch his arm. “Is it finally done?”
Taehyung chuckles at how cute you are, the crowd watching your little fond interaction. “Not quite, Princess. Something better than that.” He pets your hair, and you listen to him intently as he begins speaking.
“Now, with my other announcement, I know it’s not something that needs to technically be done. But I feel it’s the right thing to do, something that’s deserved.” Taehyung projects his voice for the crowd, but his eyes remain lovestruck and on you.
“It’s the right thing to do because Y/N.. is everything I could’ve asked for. She’s my best friend, my partner, my lover, my wife and now..” He rubs your tummy a little, cradling you ever-so-softly. “The mother of our child.”
You become endeared to him, wondering where this is going.
“But as much as Y/N and I are those things, there are many things we also weren’t able to be. We weren’t able to be just friends, we weren’t able to date and never earned the chance to even be fiances for long.” Taehyung laughs a little here, winding his arm around your waist to gently rub your side. “We weren’t even able to have a real proposal, let alone be a real bride and groom.”
But, this is where Taehyung suddenly lets you go, and faces you. “But that’s something I’d like to change tonight.”
Your friends and family gasp a little, some chit-chatting to each other or happily smiling at you both, while you remain completely oblivious, starstruck.
“Tae, what are you saying?” You query, but your husband only attempted to bite back a grin, hooking his palms onto your arms as he speaks seriously.
“Y/N, even if our love never began in the traditional way most people know, I know for a fact it doesn’t take away from how much we love each other, and how true it is.” Taehyung beams as he moves onto his next words, seeing the excitement sparkle in his eyes. “And I want to show you how.”
All of a sudden, Taehyung gets down on one knee as he begins reaching into his suit pocket, and your entire world stops moving. Your breath cinches in your throat, you gasp in shock and tears suddenly prick your eyes.
“Kim Y/N, I have had the wonderful privilege of meeting you, getting to know you, becoming your friend and falling in love with you. And even if sometimes our story seems backwards, or it’s not what all those love stories look like, I’m more than proud to say that no matter what, it’s ours, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.” Taehyung settled on a knee as he pulls out a velvet blue ring box leaves moisture welling up in your eyes, watching him reveal a stunning ring.
“Because I’d do it all again, in a single heartbeat. I’d do it all over again if it means getting to see you for the first time in my father’s study, if it means getting to help you back into the hall of our engagement party because you were too drunk.” The crowd laughs a little, and you chuckle too, tears spilling from your eyes.
“If it means I get to realize I truly loved your doe eyes, get to feel your hands against my chest calming me down when my anger got the best of me. See you open up to me at an amusement park, kiss you for the first time, realize that I’d rather look into your eyes than any stars in the sky. Feel you move my heart when you stood up for my name and defended me, listen to my heart shatter when we had our first terrible fight, make you mine for the first time. Share conversations about our future together, fall in love with the way you dance and make everyday yours, slow dance with you in our kitchen, feel you love me at my worst, go to hell and back together and whole-heartedly, absolutely feel myself fall for everything that makes you, so uniquely you..” Taehyung’s eyes were welling up too, having gone through all the moving, heart-touching moments you’ve shared with another since the day you met, and it left your heart fluttering inside your chest.
“If it means doing all that again, and being able to call you mine, to love and cherish you, then I would. Because you’re worth more than any struggle, any hardship or price in this world.” His voice wavers as he chokes up, the crowd awh-ing as you’re both left tear-filled messes.
“You’re my universe and more, Y/N. So would you do me, the absolutely wonderful honour of making me the happiest man in the world by asking you this one question?”
Tears flow freely from your eyes, most likely ruining your makeup as you attempt to swipe them away, but they only fall harder once Taehyung says his next words.
“Kim Y/N, will you marry me again?”
Bursting into a kaleidoscope of colours, your chest flourishes with the happiest of flowers you could ever think of. Your heart feels so light, so, so light, as though every dark moment you’ve ever experienced was suddenly brightened by the happiness you felt right in this moment.
With your throat clogged up by heavy emotion, your voice is thick when you beam delightfully. “Yes, Taehyung. Yes, yes, yes!” You squeal through your tears, and Taehyung immediately launches himself off the ground and swoops you up in his arms, happily spinning you as your loved ones gladly cheer.
Taehyung settles and holds you close, lips mere inches from each other as you connect them for a loving, passionate kiss. It felt like fireworks were firing off behind you both, pure bliss the only feeling in the paradisiacal, ecstatic air.
Soft music graces the guests beneath you, silently watching them mingle and laugh. You and Taehyung remain on the second floor, watching the lively, happy scenes from your balcony in your own euphoria.
“We did good.” You smile quietly, head resting against Taehyung’s shoulder as you reflect on the happy scenes below. Taehyung’s arm is wound around you, clutching you close, smiling against your hair.
“Yeah, we really did.”
“Our lives, Tae..” You begin, feeling a sense of refreshment you thought you’d never feel in your life. “They’re going to change so much.”
“I know. We have a baby on the way and now.. a wedding.” You feel Taehyung’s chest rumble by the bass of his voice, the scent of his masculine, rich cologne comforting you as always.
“We’re gonna be parents, Tae.. parents.” You beam, smiling against his chest.
“And we’ll be bride and groom again.” Taehyung breaks away to lock eyes with you, and you plop your chin down against his broad chest to peer up at him. “But this time, how we want it.. how you always wanted it, Princess.”
Your smile grows, eyes glistening with starlight from the night sky. “It seems so, but I’ll always want you more, Tae.”
Filled with so much undeniable love, it’s hard to keep it all inside, tears finding your eyes as you gaze at the beautiful, beautiful man before you, and wonder how you were ever lucky enough to call him your husband. Because he wasn't just beautiful on the outside, but the inside. and your heart explodes with love for him that could last an eternity.
“I love you, Kim Taehyung. More than anything I ever have my entire life.. And I will spend.. the rest of my life trying to prove it to you.” You become emotional, speaking to him with a broken voice as Taehyung’s hand cradles your waist, and the other your cheek. His eyes also reveal the same sentimental emotion.
“And I love you, Kim Y/N. More than my own life, more than anything in my life. And I’ll protect you, I’ll protect you and your precious heart long enough until I prove it to you, too.” You sniffle as he presses his forehead against yours, nuzzling your noses.
“And this baby… no matter what, I promise I will always take care of you both, because you’re my family. As your lover, your partner, your best friend, as the father of our child.” Taehyung promises to you, pressing a deep, deep kiss to your forehead, and you can’t help falling into his perfect, perfect abyss.
“I’ll protect you too, Tae. No matter what.. we’ll work together as a team. And whatever we do, it’ll always be together.”
Taehyung smiles, laughing a little as she holds you dearly, and the wind gracefully kisses your skin and sweeps your hair from your face, presenting you to him as his very own angel. “Because I have you, and you have me.”
“Always.” You whisper, and Taehyung wets his lips as he whispers as well, forever and more.
“Always.”
“Fuck me, I’m going to throw up.” You complain to Hana as you heave at your makeup desk, staring at your complexion in the mirror as every panicky moment in your life could have never prepared you for this moment.
Your second wedding day.
“Babes, c’mon. You’ve rehearsed these vows like five hundred times. They should be glued to the back of your brain by now!”
“Okay, but what if he wrote funny vows while I go the sappy way? What if mine aren’t as profound as his? I’ve never written vows before!” You complain grievously as you grab the skirt of your wedding dress and begin pacing the room, trying to breathe.
“Y/N, don’t worry about any of that, alright? This is your big day with Taehyung you never got to have and he will love anything you prepared. You just gotta focus on making this day completely yours, and have the wedding you always wanted, boo.” Hana pouts as she smooths your gorgeous veil, offering you an empathetic smile.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t worry.” You breathe, nodding your head. “He’s probably not even worried at all, so I shouldn’t even be panicking, right?”
Taehyung feels like he’s going to hack up every organ in his body.
“Oh God, there goes my heart, there it goes! Great, now I’m heartless and I’ll die soon. Maybe then I’ll finally be able to calm the fuck down.” Taehyung rambles as he smacks a hand against his forehead, incessantly shaking his leg as he watches chaos unfold before him. Of course, his buddies ended up being late to his own wedding, and was currently the contributor to the amount of disorderly running around, hollering and stealing of snacks occurring before him.
“Tae, dude. You’re freaking out over nothing. I’m sure what you wrote for your vows are great, you’re a good speaker!” Jimin tries to persuade his friend, who only grumbles as he massages his temples, left in his impeccable wedding suit sans his jacket.
“You do know my bride is like a fucking double major genius, right? What if she wrote some Shakespeare shit while my writing seems like some corny ‘justgirlythings’ I got off Tumblr?!” Jimin understands his friend with a heavy sigh.
“Tae, you’re the same guy that studied at MIT and has spoken before some of the most important people in the world. I know damn straight your vows will be perfect. All you need to do is focus on Y/N and how much you love her.” Jimin offers kindly, hooking a hand onto his best friend’s shoulder.
“That’s all this day is about, right? Only you and Y/N, nobody else. Only about how much you love each other and want to make this day special.”
Taehyung takes a deep breath as he listens to his friend, attempting to simmer down. “You’re right, this is our day and it’ll be special to us no matter what.”
“Exactly, you love each other very dearly and that is all you need to focus on today.” Jimin advises calmly, to which Taehyung realizes in his chair despite seeing Seokjin and Jungkook fighting over snacks in his peripheral, everything will be okay. He relaxes far back enough he gets a glimpse of his watch, his eyes suddenly bugging out at the time.
“Oh fuck, it’s time for me to see her before the wedding.” Taehyung shoots off his seat and becomes panicky as he searches the room. “Shit, shit, shit! Where’s my suit jacket?”
Jimin locates it behind a rack and gets his friends suited up, fixing the suit to perfection upon Taehyung and dusting off any lint he sees, giving his friend an uplifting peptalk.
“You got this, Tae, go see your blushing bride!”
You take a long, deep breath as you stand before the adjoining bathroom that leads into your little secret rendezvous room. Of course, everyone believes it’s bad form to see your bride before the wedding, but Taehyung chalked you both up to having always bent the rules a little; this being your second wedding.
Turning the knob, you enter the bathroom and study your makeup, scrutinizing how flushed your cheeks appear and thinking, well, go big or go home. You press your ear against the door leading into Taehyung’s room, giving it a light knock.
“Tae? Are you there?”
“Yes, baby. Yes, I’m here.”
You feel butterflies in your stomach hearing his deep, rich voice, feeling like a teeanger on a date with her crush.
“I’m wearing my dress.” You cutely giggle.
“And you must look beautiful, Princess.” Hearing his lovely words eases your heart, pressing your ear to the door harder to somehow become closer to him.
“Are you nervous, Tae?”
You hear him softly laugh. “Oh God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more nervous than I do right now, and you know me.” You chuckle along with him, knowing it’s rare from him to fret.
“I am, too. Funny even though it’s our second wedding, huh?” You joke to lighten your own nerves, attempting to feel better.
“Can I see you, Princess?” Taehyung asks in such a quiet, adorable voice, you nearly cried. “I feel like seeing you would make me feel better.”
“Honestly, I think seeing you would make me feel better, too.” You agree, feeling your heart thud rapidly in your chest. “Close your eyes and only open them when I tell you to, baby.”
“Of course, angel.” Taehyung listens, and you hear the soles of his shoes recede as he steps away. Carefully breathing in, you turn the knob and swing the door open, eyes landing on Taehyung’s flawless, absolutely dashing suit he’s wearing. His hair is swept back strikingly, only a piece or two falling loose against his attractive forehead and strong eyebrows. He stands with his hands clasped together before him, eyes shut, finding his long, wispy eyelashes utterly beautiful.
You nearly cry, standing before him as excitement fills you, whispering. “Open your eyes, baby.”
And within a single, enlivening moment, Taehyung’s eyes flutter open, and he immediately clutches his palm over his mouth. His eyes water instantly, left practically speechless, stunned, as though he’s been shot through the heart and fallen in love again.
“Y/N.. you look..” He sincerely cannot find words, stepping closer as his palms delicately curl around your arms, soaking in all of you.
“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” He manages to get out through a tear rolling down his cheek, regarding you as quite possibly the most beautiful masterpiece he’s seen in his life. “You really are an angel.. my angel.”
Your eyes well up at his teary reaction, and you return the compliment as you run a hand over his impeccable suit. “And you look... far more than just dashing, Tae. You look incredibly handsome.”
“Thank you, Princess.”
“Thank you, Tae.”
He giggles a little, and gazes at you starstruck, the curve of his lips infectious. “You’re finally wearing a dress you chose.” He points out, and a part of you feels free, but the other part now reminisces on your very first wedding.
“You’re right, we finally had a wedding where we chose everything we wanted.”
“It’s all I ever wanted for you, Princess.” His palm finds your cheek, thumb stroking your gorgeous skin. “I wanted to say to you.. before we go.”
His voice sounds so soothing, so soft, you instinctively matched his quiet tone. “What is it, my love?”
“I’m sorry… that it took me so long to re-propose to you.” He apologizes, leaning his forehead against yours. “I just wanted the moment to be perfect, and every moment feels so perfect with you, Y/N. I could never find the right moment.”
Your heart utterly melts witnessing his apologetic eyes, palm gliding onto the nape of Taehyung’s neck to weave through his hair, comforting him. “Hey, don’t apologize, Tae. The fact that you still did when you didn’t need to, it’s all I could’ve asked for. The moment was perfect, it was everything I could’ve ever wanted.”
You become caught in a silence of pure bliss, wondering how in the world you’ve been blessed by Kim Taehyung, to be able to see him standing in his wedding suit, minutes from marrying you once again.
“We should get going, Princess. We have to marry each other again.” He jokes, and you giggle endearingly as you fail to hold back your gleeful smile.
“We do, Mr. Kim. A date with destiny, as you would say.” Now Taehyung chuckles, leaning forward to press a long, deep, and tender kiss to your forehead, soon pecking your lips with a sweet whisper.
“I’ll see you at the altar, my love.”
Heart glowing, you smile wholesomely, remembering the last time you stood at the altar, and considering how the tables so beautifully, beautifully turned for you two.
“I’ll see you at the altar, Tae.”
And this time, when the wedding bells chimed and the mellifluous keys of the piano danced across the hall, everything fell perfectly into place.
This time, you clutched your father’s arm tightly as he endearingly welled up at your beautiful appearance, and this time, you didn’t dread walking down the aisle at all. This time, you proudly held your head up high as you marched towards your paradise rather than a requiem.
This time, you saw the man that stood at the altar, and you could feel unconditional, unchanging and true love in your heart as he extended his hand for you. You met his eyes, and they locked for a moment of brief, though nearly endless solitude, comparing this one gesture to single-handedly the entirety of your love story with Taehyung.
He always offered his hand and guided you through whatever darkness that shrouded you, rescued you from the never-ending abyss of self-deprecation and into his arms, always providing the right words and comfort you needed most. And that’s what you believed made you fall in love with Taehyung, just as he always tells you it was your eyes that captured his heart.
It was the fact that despite his own issues, despite everything that left his soul damaged and broken, in need of help and healing, Taehyung always, whole-heartedly extended a hand to you whenever you needed, no matter the issue. And you’re now convinced maybe you and Taehyung could’ve never been anything more if it weren’t for that helping hand he offered, without that first ever time he chose to catch you when you fell. Maybe your story would not have ended up here, nor even existed at all.
Maybe you both would’ve only met briefly, and eventually drifted away from each other without a single touch, as though you were ships in the night to never meet again.
So in your heart, you silently thank the wonderful man before you, tears pricking your eyes as you see him soften, speaking kindly.
“Come, my Princess.”
With an ardently beating heart, you take his hand, and he guides you towards the center of the floral, elegant altar of a wedding you and him finally chose. The midsummer night’s dream theme you had always desired, garlands, flowers and scenic nature all scattered beautifully around you, illuminated by warm candles and the gentle pitter-patter of a water wall.
But none of that exactly mattered when the love of your life stood before you, and read the vows you had both agonized over. The pair of you teared up reading them, and this time not because you’re both devastated by a forced matrimony, or being robbed of the feeling of true love, because all this time, you were unaware that true love was right before you all along.
Because Taehyung was convinced that the universe loved you enough to place a galaxy of stars in your eyes, and you believed your two binded, connected souls were made of the same stardust.
“I do. And no matter what, in sickness and in health, in life or death, I will never be able to love someone as much as I love you. Because you have come to mean the world and more to me, because you showed me there was so much more to my broken pieces than hopelessness, and I will always cherish the loving, caring, kind man you are. And I can only pray that I leave this Earth before you, because I could never…” You choked up, battling the urge to completely break down. “I could never live a single day without you, because you.. you are the most beautiful moment in my life.”
“I do, too. You will always, always be my princess, no matter where we go, what we do or what happens to us, there will never be a moment in my life where I don’t think of your wellbeing, where I won’t want the best for you or I won’t protect your precious, precious heart. Because I was granted the privilege to see how beautiful it is, how beautiful you are. And I promise…” Taehyung similarly breaks apart, voice thick with emotion. “I promise with my whole life to cherish you, to love you for as long as I live.. Because you are the most beautiful moment in my life.”
It felt surreal, it felt healing, it felt just right to be here with Taehyung. Because even if you didn’t choose each other at first, you do now, every day, every minute of every hour. Because even if your love began with a forceful marriage, you would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Because no matter the circumstances, it never changed how you both felt about each other, and were convinced that in whatever funny little way, maybe destiny always had this plan for you.
That this is how you would find your one, true love.
The rest of your wedding was idyllic, fun-filled and blissful as it could ever be, where you shared a magical kiss, and Taehyung promised you a lifetime full of happiness. Where you laughed, smiled and danced the night away. Where everything felt so, so perfectly right. Where you listened to the sound of Taehyung’s treasured giggles as you dragged him onto the dancefloor, and he witnessed the sight of your gorgeous, bright eyes full of nothing but halcyon, the same stunning stars he believes love you so very deeply.
Surrounded by all the people you love the most and a cloud of pure bliss, it felt like your own little world. Your personal, sublime world where your love remained infinite, even in the grand, odd scheme of things. Where for much of the night, you found each other looking for the sole purpose, and had the most beautiful, breathtaking wedding you’d never forget for the rest of your enrapturing, remarkable forever together.
➵ summary : kim taehyung’s life as a painter was the definition of monochromatic. many revered his talents with the likes of a prodigy, even possessing the midas touch. however, taehyung sadly despised anything he ever painted. that was, until, he earned the opportunity to meet you. with a connection too magnetic to deny, not only do you become the most beautiful work of art taehyung has ever painted, but also join him in the steamy art of touch and romance.
➵ pairing : royal painter!taehyung x princess!reader
➵ genre : royalty!au, period piece, s2l, forbidden romance, sinful smut (porn but with plot), angst, fluff, two-shot
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 25k
➵ warnings : swearing, sexual tension, mentions of slight harassment (NOT by tae), multiple sex scenes, taehyung is a sexy, irresistible fucker, but sweet too, slight dom/kinky!tae, big dick!tae, virgin!reader, unprotected sex (this is the 19th century but we have contraceptives now please use them), heavy making out, cum worship play (he loves cum), food play, choking, restraint, slight rim job, paint play (oh yes, he goes there), dirty talk, nipple/breast play, biting, marking, teasing, cum tasting, blind-folding, sensory play, dry-humping, slow, romantic sex, size kink, cock warming, spanking, a pussy slap, breast fondling, public sex, jealous sex, possessiveness, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, mutual orgasms, finger sucking
➵ a/n : here’s the second and final part of the art of touch!! now features completely new and reworked scenes that make a different and much more enthralling story, enjoy my lovelies 😌 💓 massive thank you to my lovely hani @amourtae and my wonderful bee @inkedtae for beta-ing this concoction of pure sin!! as always, feedback means the world to me <3
01 ↞ || ↠ 02 (final)
You watch Taehyung gently hum a useless tune as he drags his pencil across his sheet of paper. Glasses adorn his heavenly face, his hair softer than any cloud in the troposphere, pink lips slightly pouting as he handsomely concentrates.
You remain seated atop a stool against a plain backdrop, Taehyung scribbling away behind his work desk in the night. It is the twilight after your salacious activities in the carriage, and being privy to his unexpected company at the castle.
You shiver recalling the feverish session, needing to bite your lip when you remember the carnal gleam in Taehyung’s eyes as he stuffed his witty mouth full of your pussy. He ensured you could see the way he enjoys the activity, thoroughly adores watching you in the throes of pleasure and locking your legs in place for him to eat savagely.
Funny how it is you he ate the most of that night, rather than his dinner.
You physically begin squirming as you remain naked and posed, shutting your eyes to subside the feeling of hot arousal. Taehyung remains absorbed in his naked sketch of you he insisted that he draw.
Taehyung’s beauty is easy to admire from your seat, recalling his gorgeous lips doused in your essence, the moonlight kissing his skin with the most delicate of luminescence. You then suddenly remember the mellifluous sounds of his deep, husky moaning as you sucked his length, his grunts and sighs having burned the image of Taehyung in the midst of euphoria in your mind.
Suddenly, Taehyung rises from his chair, sketching pencil and book in hand as he carefully approaches you, harshly concentrating on his page. His tall figure then stands before you, towering in all his broad, wide glory. He flashes looks towards you in an attempt to capture your different angles, vision repeatedly snapping from the drawing towards you.
And you openly stare at his attractively tensed jaw, fighting a dreamy sigh.
Taehyung finds you shamelessly gazing then, cracking a grin before he refocuses on his drawing. “If you stare at me any longer with those eyes, I will bend you over my desk, Your Highness.”
You breathe a laugh, unable to not peer at him like a foolish lover. Your heart simply beats better when you are in his presence. “Perhaps that is what I want, Sir Taehyung.”
Taehyung wets his lips and suddenly stops drawing, cocking a brow. He leans over and comes face-to-face with you, hands situating either side of your seat, encircling your frame. You nervously gulp when he handsomely smirks.
“I am meant to be drawing you, my love. Please remain still.”
You giggle. “Or what? You will need to put me back in my place?”
Taehyung scoffs as he narrows his eyes at you, all in good fun. “You have grown quite bold these days, haven’t you, darling?”
You swing your legs back and forth as you jeer. “I only learn from the best.” You bounce your brows, Taehyung narrowing his eyes at you as he straightens himself up, and his attention returns to his drawing.
“The student becomes the master, I see.” He fixes his glasses.
“As I’ve told you, I only learn from the best.” He playfully rolls his eyes, wetting his lips. Taehyung then removes his glasses from his face, placing them on his desk. He steps towards you again and tucks a finger underneath your chin, angling you to the side slightly.
“Hmm, let me see you from this angle.” He hums, concentrating on your posed body. He runs his hands up your sides, promiscuously slow. He not-so-accidentally glides over your breasts, groping you as you mask a moan with a chuckling hum. Taehyung clearly enjoys his view, because not long after, he is dragging his sketching pencil across your chest, tickling your hardened nipples and skimming the end against your lips. You moan lightly, eyes hooded when you bite his pencil.
“You are not meant to touch the subjects, Sir Taehyung.”
“I only touch the most beautiful ones.” He counters, becoming eye-level with you as he cradles your chin, adoring every feature gracing your face. “And you are the most beautiful of them all.”
His sweet breath and piercing eyes cause the pits of your stomach to pleasurably bubble, though something in his words causes you to instead lightly hmph. “So you have touched your other subjects, I see.”
Taehyung toys with his bottom lip as he laughs, releasing you and standing tall once again. His eyes refocus on his drawing. “Do not prod where you do not wish to hear the answer, my love.”
His response leaves you scoffing, as though you did not expect much from him. Part of you would like to believe he is joking, though the sensible part tells you he is telling the truth, and that it is one that will not satisfy you. Registering such information, you roll your eyes, growing tired of being the center of his affections if he so openly admits you are merely one among the many.
“I see, it seems your affections for me hold no sincerity, then.” You claim provocatively, rising from your seat. “Perhaps I should speak to Sir Jungkook and possibly begin a relationship with him, then. I’m sure he is plenty talented with his tongue and lips and can provide me with ample orgasms-“
Within a mere second, just as you had begun clasping his door open, hands slam it immediately shut from behind you. You meet Taehyung who then subsequently slams you against it, locking you within his heated proximity. The temperature has suddenly risen by multiple degrees, breathes stolen from you. His eyes are downcast, his dark hair falling over his vision, and Taehyung’s harsh breathing indicates he is not happy, at all.
“Do not go to Jungkook. Ever.” He almost growls, startling you as your heart thuds against your rib cage.
“Taehyung-”
Lifting your hands to curl around his jaw, Taehyung captures and ensnares your wrists against the door instead, hurtling them back. You gasp, the sudden rough action eliciting slickness to pool between your legs.
“Never.”
And with zealous passion, Taehyung latches his mouth onto yours. His tongue immediately invades your mouth, moaning as you lick the taste of honey off him; he had been previously drinking some with his tea.
Insatiable and ravenous, just as the handsome painter always is, Taehyung’s hands desperately feel over your naked body until he amply cups your backside in his palms. Each hand grabs a supple amount of flesh, palming and kneading at you as he pushes you against his front, attempting to meld you two into one. He travels towards the posterior of your thighs, and you are now knowledgeable of what such an action means.
You leap into Taehyung’s hold, legs grappling around his torso as he leads you towards his work desk, seating you atop the surface. He greedily, lustfully kisses you as if he must prove something, stake his claim with such amorous kissing. He hums against your mouth as you open up, allowing your tongue to completely infiltrate him in one-go. He circles your tongue with his own, tasting you plentifully as you also catch the distinct flavour of fruits from him. Taehyung disconnects for air then, breathing increasing as his fingers massage your sides.
“Stay here,” he instructs, pecking you quickly before he disappears, leaving you with your legs dangling and merely swinging them for entertainment. He returns with a bowl of green grapes in his hand, quirking an inquisitive brow as you watch him stand before you.
“What will you be going with those, Taehyung?”
He breathes a laugh, amused and smug. “Let me show you, Your Highness.”
The handsome painter then places the bowl upon his desk. He approaches you, a look of pure lust and sensuality in his eyes. He slots himself between your slightly parted legs and grapples them around his waist, quickly sweeping you up in his arms for a heady kiss.
Taehyung’s slender fingers curl around your throat and lightly choke you. He kisses rhythmically, positively absorbed in merely ravaging your mouth. He ends his wildish kiss with a soft peck to the tip of your nose, his forehead falling against yours. You involuntarily giggle and Taehyung lightly chuckles too.
“Mmm, so beautiful.” He hums indulgently, fingertips skimming over your skin he can’t help but adore. You become completely whole with his affection, relaxing into his touch. However, Taehyung suddenly pins you back down on his desk, back meeting the wooden surface.
You quietly yelp to yourself as he does so, though Taehyung silences you as he smothers you in a kiss, leaning over your body to devour you whole. He’s hungry and insatiable as always, though there’s always a grace to Taehyung’s action that easily allows your body to relax, feel safe in his arms as he pleases you.
“Tae-”
His lips suddenly press against your neck and leave the most indulgent of kisses to your fiery skin. You shudder as he kisses your one sweet spot, scratching his desk. The action only calls attention towards your hands, Taehyung slotting his fingers between yours and locking your hands above your head.
He reaches your collarbone, laying open-mouthed kisses before popping off to merely gaze into your eyes, returning his starstruck look with your very own enraptured one.
“What are you doing, Kim Taehyung?” You chide with an angelic tone.
Taehyung breathes a laugh before he detangles your fingers and retrieves the bowl of grapes, picking one off. You stifle a giggle as Taehyung gently places it on your body, and does so with some others; your abdomen, your stomach, your chest, your neck. Your laughs unfortunately topple some grapes over however, and Taehyung has to lightheartedly huff at you.
“Your Highness, you mustn’t laugh!”
“I can’t help it!”
He chuckles watching you smother your mouth in order to stay quiet, replacing the grapes diligently as he delivers gentle tuts against your hips. The grapes feel cool and tickle your skin, biting your bottom lip as you watch Taehyung’s gorgeously handsome face concentrate on your naked body.
You begin another bout of laughter before Taehyung places down the bowl. He levels himself with you, his lips descending for yours as you anticipate his kiss. You pucker up and breathe in, only for Taehyung to laugh against you with the most devilish of grins. He instead dives for your neck and mouths the grape, ascending to another universe when he purposefully envelops the fruit with his plushy, wet lips. You feel the touch of his open mouth against your skin and immediately ignite. You shiver when Taehyung peers up through his lashes to observe your blissed features, feeling insanity infiltrate your mind as you watch him chew the fruit.
He lays gently kisses down the center of your body as he reaches your midriff, yet again eating a green grape off you as you hum in pleasure. He deliberately breathes down your stomach that causes you to arch and shiver, though Taehyung immediately wraps his soothing palms around your ribcage.
“Don’t move, my love. I have only just started.”
You sigh out hearing the vibrations of Taehyung’s baritone, velvet voice, calling forth the uncontrollable arousal in the pit of your stomach.
Proceeding, Taehyung bites another grape off your stomach, and you peek down to watch his chiseled jaw flex as he chews on the fruit. Lastly, Taehyung has cleverly placed a grape just above your pussy, nails incessantly scratching against his desk once you sense how close he is to your center.
Taehyung’s enchanting eyes flicker to you peeking down, gasping at the sight of his alluring eyes that communicated the hunger of a beast, though his hands soothing your sides told you a story of tender affection, adoration. He finally eats the last grape resting atop you, breath hitching as you feel his breath so close to your already pulsing mound.
His lips pressed to your skin that is set ablaze, moaning as you relish in the sensation of his soft lips tending to you so gently. He deepens his kisses as he dares travel downwards, moaning increasing in speed and pitch as you manage a sentence.
“Taehyung, oh, please-”
But he does not grant a single strand of mercy as Taehyung envelopes your flaring pussy in his mouth. Your cunt immediately flutters as Taehyung latches his wet mouth on, tasting and suckling at your core as you uncontrollably arch your back. The moan that leaves your mouth is nearly feral, inhuman as your legs squirm around him, though Taehyung only curls his palm around your thighs and pries you wide open for more.
“Taehyung, Taehyung!”
Though he only ignores your protests, or he hears them and it merely spurs him on. Taehyung holds you wide open as he begins flexing and wriggling his tongue through your dampened folds, methodically and rhymically licking at your pussy that leaves air escaping your lungs. Your guts already begin twisting, the masterful skill of his tongue making you wonder yet again just how talented Taehyung really is.
Not only were his hands skilled, but his mouth also, and you were merely doomed.
“Mmm, I can already taste you,” Taehyung’s lewd words embolden a hunger inside you, refraining from completely using his face and tongue for your pleasure. “I’ve always desired you to paint my face with your cum, darling.”
“I cannot..” You erotically moan as his tongue delves deeper within your quivering slit.
“You may, my love. My face is your canvas. Cum all over my face, dirty Princess”
He lays open-mouthed kisses and sucks your cunt in between hums and groans. He shakes up your very soul, delivering head-spinning kisses and licks that spread shivers all throughout your body. He even visits the lower-levels of your cunt, your soul nearly extracted from your body when his tongue licks your perineum, even momentarily touching your asshole.
Taehyung laughs against you when you completely shudder, and seems to adopt a cocky haze of sheer lust, suddenly allowing himself to completely delve into your sex. The tip of his tongue dips in between your folds and tickles your clit, shuddering as you manage the arrant pleasure that travels across your abdomen.
He then dares dip into your fluttering hole that begs to be filled, whimpering as arousal shocks your writhing body.
“Taehyung, oh dear God..”
You moan endlessly, continuously arching your back. You don’t realize the arching and wiggling of your body has drawn you away from Taehyung’s lips, only knowing of it when he suddenly tugs your faltering body flush against his face, pushing himself even deeper, even dipping back down to your sensitive perineum.
“Taehyung, fuck!”
“Mmm, would you look at that.” He moans against your core, vibrating your insides. “My filthy princess is using vulgar language? Does my tongue feel that good, Your Highness?”
His suggestiveness leaves you sighing in approval, hips adopting their own mind as they gently rock against Taehyung’s nose and lips. He is shoved so far in between your legs, the tip of his nose supplies your beating clit with relief.
“Yes, Taehyung, yes..”
Your hands suddenly grapple into Taehyung’s soft hair, clutching onto his roots for some sanity, a peace of mind, though the action only transforms Taehyung into a complete beast. Your tug at his hair makes him moan against your pussy, suckling and flapping his tongue all over your soaked center. His speed and rhythm increase rapidly, riding off the way in which your moans heighten in pitch and volume. Though that is simply not enough for Taehyung, who instantly rips his mouth away from your pussy, even producing a lewd smacking noise.
Taehyung clasps a bottle of black acrylic paint on his desk, your body raked with uneven breaths and sweat. You watch him curiously as he unscrews the bottle of paint.
“T-Taehyung, what are-” But you do not finish, because rather it is Taehyung finishing the bottle of his acrylic paint all over your body. You gasp once the cold paint drenches your naked torso, lifting off his desk with a moan. Your paradisiacal eyes meet Taehyung’s that are filled with an obsidian black, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip as he keenly watches the paint mold to your gorgeous body.
Taehyung wastes not a single moment as his large hands begin playing with the paint all over your skin. He drags the black colour up your sides, over your midriff and eventually cups your wet breasts with the paint, eliciting a lewd moan from you. The sensation feels euphoric, as though the paint is lubrication and eases the gliding of his hands all over your aroused body. You whine as you struggle to remain still.
“Taehyung..” You moan, hooded eyes unable to leave him. His lips slightly hang open as he watches himself merely finger paint your body with the colours, breathing harshly as he gazes at the curves of your figure.
“Dear God, Princess. Your body is the most beautiful canvas I have ever laid my eyes on.” His words cause your heart to flutter, but also your core to heat up. Taehyung then leans over your body as he cups your breasts in his palms, squeezing and kneading the mounds of flesh as you moan at the care he provides your nipples with. Taehyung’s lips are mere inches from yours, brushing them as he whispers.
“You are my beautiful canvas, Princess.” His eyes thoroughly search yours, moaning against you when little whimpers escape your lips. “Your body is mine to paint, do you understand that?”
You rapidly nod as you relish in his beautiful hands working wonders. Taehyung gazes at your writhing form swathed in black paint, peeking at the large sheet he usually keeps at the center of his desk in order to avoid staining the wood.
He smirks.
“We should create our very own painting, my love.” He hums as his black-coated hand encircles your throat, and lightly chokes you. His tongue juts out to lick your lips, slathering you in his saliva. He even pries your mouth open by your chin and spits in your mouth, sharing it as though you were both one, kissing sloppily.
“We’re creating a masterpiece.” he rasps.
Before you are even granted the time to touch Taehyung, he rapidly stops your hands from draping his neck and pins them back onto his desk. He slowly slides his fingers between yours as his lips meet you for a passionate kiss, your hands now stained with black.
He gently rocks his clothes hips against your bare core, supplying you the phantom strokes he would if he were to make love to you. You moan incoherently and loudly into his mouth, your previous notion not merely a fever dream as Taehyung suddenly pulls you up flush against his chest.
The black acrylic paint now stains his chest just as much as it does yours, though the thick feeling of paint between your bodies allows for a sticky, erotic experience as he hugs you close.
Lips still attached to yours, Taehyung’s hands travel down to your thighs and cup them, propping you off his desk. Your legs immediately grapple around his torso as he carried you towards his bed, Taehyung’s knees hitting the edge of the post. He immediately topples over with you as your back meets his sheets, his mouth ravenous as he devours you whole.
You manage to warn Taehyung. “Taehyung.. the paint-”
“I do not care,” he breathes harshly, face flushed and lips hung open with need. “I must make love to you.” The determination in his voice hitches your breath, Taehyung immediately noticing and disconnecting your lips.
“Oh, my Princess. I apologize.” Taehyung scrambles for an apology, once onyx eyes blanketed with worry. “Are you not ready yet, my love?”
An endeared smile finds your lips as you merely gaze into Taehyung’s sweet eyes, nearly tearing up at his consideration for you.
“It is okay if you are not, darling. Do not feel as though you are forced, I would never live with myself knowing-”
“Taehyung..” You breathe, small palms engulfing his cheeks as you peer into his gorgeous eyes. Black paint then stains his cheek, though he does seem to mind. “I am ready, my love. You have my utmost trust.”
Taehyung’s smile grows wide as he laughs a little, eyes swimming with happiness. He leans down to press gentle pecks to your lips before he breaks away, signalling for you to settle onto his bed. He detangles his cravat from his neck, and you remember very well, feeling your core light up at the prospect of being tied again.
“Have you been thinking of restraining me again, Mr. Painter?”
Taehyung cracks a smirk, nibbling his bottom lip as his eyes traverse your mesmerizing, naked figure coated with paint. “Oh, darling. You do not want to know what I’ve had in mind for you.”
The suggestive lilt to his tone leaves your thighs squishing together. Taehyung notices the action and smirks. He then brings the cravat towards your face, adjusting your position in bed in order to be more comfortable. He gently casts the material over your eyes, sucking in a breath when your vision is stolen from you.
“Tae..”
“Is it alright if I do this, Princess?” He asks rather tenderly, waiting for your response. The low timbre of his voice already causes your body to become ignited, your senses on very high alert.
You nod for Taehyung and his nimble fingers tie the fabric over your eyes, unable to see. You release a breath as your naked, painted body lays pliant and committing over his bed, awaiting as though he were the glass of water you had needed after a dry summer’s day. The curtain over your eyes merely added to your awareness, feeling Taehyung’s presence near you, though unable to discern what he will do next.
And the thrill excites your body.
“Can you see, Princess?”
“N-no..” You stutter, biting your lip once the squirming of your legs cannot seem to subside. You cannot see Taehyung, though you imagine an impish smirk painting his lips. You feel the very tips of his finger lightly caress your inner thigh, almost petting you.
“Stay still, Your Highness.” He draws deliberately slow, enticing circles, stifling the need to restlessly wriggle. His touch is far too enthralling to simply obey him, defying him by feeding into the slow movements of his fingertips against your supple thigh. You sigh a little when he seems to enjoy the shuddering of your body, even aiming higher as he teases your groins, stolen vision only adding to the intensity.
He feels electric, begging from within for Taehyung to simply touch you, treat you, do something to you.
“Taehyung..” You moan. Just as you say his name, you can feel his presence directly above you, lips brushing yours as he carefully breathes against your mouth. His free hand cradles the back of your neck, almost kissing you, though never granting the pleasure.
It is not until you repeatedly jut upwards for him do you feel the breath of his smirk, Taehyung finally pecking your lips as he bites at your bottom one, pulling back before you yearn for more. You moan lightly at the gesture, requesting for his lips again and Taehyung peppers you with loving kisses. You relish in the press of his luscious lips before you feel a stark contrast near your cunt. Taehyung’s fingertips dip into your wet pussy folds and you release a broken gasp, body shuddering at the touch.
You clamp your legs shut around his hand, though Taehyung merely laughs as he simply rubs the pad of his finger where he knows you most need him. The touch ignites your bones as your chest rises and falls, the pleasure searing through your veins.
Taehyung kisses you one last time as he holds your chin, whispering against your swollen petals. “Be a good princess and stay still, my love.” His sweet words contradict the devilish baritone of his deep voice, heart thumping in your chest once the vibration rattles your ear canals.
With one last peck, Taehyung props off the bed and leaves your body breathing heavily. He returns swiftly with something, though your blacked-out vision can only rely on your other senses for his presence. You hear the sound of something in his hand, wondering what he could have brought.
“Taehyung…”
“Shh, Your Highness.” He hums in his velvet voice, the steady melody of his words a symphony to your ears. “I am going to do something.”
Just as your lips move to question him, you’re silenced by the slightest feeling of bristles against your stomach, twitching at the mere contact. It feels ticklish and new, gasping slightly to manage the feeling. Taehyung seems to enjoy your reaction, and lays the soft object against you again. He brushes it over your stomach and settles between your midriff, soon circling underneath your breasts. The proximity to your now hardening nipplies causes you to grip his sheets in your hand, the acrylic paint now drying.
“Taehyung..”
“You are my canvas, Princess.” Taehyung’s low voice states matter-of-factly, the context of his words leaving your core bubbling with arousal. “You are only mine to paint.”
Taehyung then glides the object over your pert nipple, and the sensation causes a ripple of pleasure throughout your body.
“Taehyung, what is-”
“A brush, my love.” He eases you. “With your vision gone, it feels nice, now doesn’t it?”
Nibbling on your lip, you nod an eager ‘yes’ as Taehyung breathes a chuckle, bringing the soft bristles of the brush over your dried nipple of acrylic paint, and feel your cunt flare with dampening slick. Taehyung then surprises you by joining you on the bed and straddling your hips, simultaneously engulfing your neglected breast in his large, rough palm. He begins fondling the flesh to his desire as he watches you moan and indulge in the feeling of your pleasure.
Your lips hang open and release lewd sighs of eroticism, colouring Taehyung with burning arousal as he grows incredibly hard in his trousers, though he focuses on the manner in which your body squirms and writhes in the throes of drug-like bliss.
Taehyung suddenly brings the brush to slide over your neck and collarbones, purposefully and extremely slowly, all in an attempt to cause your body to shudder. You in fact do when Taehyung leans over and begins kissing your sighing mouth, swallowing every man that escapes you. His ravenous tongue explores your mouth as he employs his hands towards tickling and stimulating your nipples.
The pleasure begins to burn something in the pit of your stomach as you yearn for relief between your legs. You request Taehyung’s help by bucking your hips into his crotch above you, begging for stimulation. Taehyung moans into your mouth feeling your movement, beginning to grind up against him for friction against his trousers.
The action seems to drive Taehyung insane, whose kiss has now become absolutely animalistic as his tongue slithers down your esophagus, swallowing you completely whole. He feeds into the grinding motion of your hips and begins rocking into your sex. His hardening, clothed length provides you with relief as he gently thrusts against your bare pussy that leaks essence so abundantly, you’re staining Taehyung’s pants.
Taehyung disconnects your mouths and takes a quick peek at where your bodies meet, watching his hard cock fuck in between your spread legs. Taehyung can see how engorged your clit is, pulsing and beseeching for relief as he licks his lips at the delicious sight.
His dark eyes return to you, and Taehyung’s last thread is pulled when he sees the pure bliss riddled across your face, completely relishing in the delicious humps he supplies you with, imagining it were his cock inside you. Taehyung groans at the sight of you blindfolded and yet so pliant for him, completely tossing his paint brush aside.
Taehyung practically tears off your makeshift blindfold and your eyes meet his onyx ones, huffing and puffing as he rapidly strips off his shirt. Taehyung tugs it over his head, leaving you privy to his masterfully-sculpted body as he then quickly sheds off his trousers.
He kicks the useless garment away as he settles above you, managing his weight on his hands that have settled either side of your head. Your breath is stolen from you as you earn the chance to completely soak in Taehyung’s naked body. Your hands epouse a mind of their own as they naturally traverse Taehyung's glowing, honey-coloured skin. His complexion is flawless, the toned, though lean muscle of his body is beautiful enough to be considered art, and his flushed face and heaving chest evolve a feeling of raw passion within your soul.
It is only when Taehyung hangs his head for a glance at your most intimate parts nearly meeting, do you also devour the sight of his length. It is certainly almost meatier this time and dear God, is he ever-so large. Not just within the realms of length, oh no. Taehyung was large in even his girth, knowing the size of him seeming almost too big for your pussy, though it still aches to be filled to be very brim.
Aches to be completely destroyed by him.
“Tae..” Your hands leave the sheets to touch Taehyung’s cheeks, though he meets you in the middle and tangles your fingers, squeezing them when they fall against the bed.
“Darling..” Taehyung breathes, seeming as though he is caught in a trance, Your eyes do not leave his and his never leave yours, a gaze of pure admiration being communicated, and yet you’re both unaware of just how similarly rapidly your two hearts beat. “Y/N..”
Taehyung then lowers his hips and allows them to sync with yours, sighing out, the sheer feeling of him against your raw pussy is electrifying. Taehyung moans with you and clasps your hands in support, his face mere inches from yours. He detangles a hand from yours to wrap around his veiny, pulsing shaft, pumping his own cock a couple times before he is aligned with your entrance.
You immediately suck in a breath, noting this is your first time making love with somebody, and your body tenses in your spot, a natural response. Taehyung’s concerned eyes flash to yours, beckoning your gaze.
“My love, look at me.”
The kind cadence of his voice reels you in, shimmering eyes peering in his eagerly. Your breaths seem to become one, black-stained chests similarly inhaling air in order to remain sane.
“I know.. I know this is your first time, darling.” Taehyung coos calmly, pecking your pouting lips between his words. “Are you alright with this? Truly?”
You without a doubt knew that you desired him with all your being. You could spend so many nights attempting to touch yourself to the thought of reaching a climax, however, nothing of the sort seems feasible now with Taehyung in the picture. You craved him all hours of the day, yearning to feel him everywhere; under you, over you, inside you.
“Yes, Taehyung. I am,” You affirm with a loving smile.
“Are you certain? Once we start, I may not be able to stop, Princess.”
Your heart flutters at the sheer concern in his eyes, nodding again for him. “Yes, Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s eyes crease as he returns your smile, his heady, leaking tip nestling into your dampened pussy folds. However, he becomes serious when he regards you next, feeling how violently Taehyung’s cock pulses against your core, and you must stifle a moan at the euphoric feeling.
“It will hurt when I make love to you, Your Highness.” Taehyung politely warns you, though your core feels an ignition of raw desire within it, impatient to feel him inside.
“It’s okay, Taehyung, I am alright.”
“Please inform me when it begins to hurt too much, Princess.” Taehyung pleads with you, beginning to rock his wet tip against your slit. “I would rather die a thousand times over than harm you.”
His words leave you endeared, appreciating his abundant compassion. You nod in confirmation and Taehyung presses a kiss to your lips, quickly fixing himself against your hole again as he looks towards the entry-point.
Taehyung flickers up to you again, softly advising you. “Big breath for me, my love.”
Then, without a single other existence in your world, within a soundless universe and only Taehyung in your sight, he pushes his length against your fluttering hole, and it is as though colours were suddenly able to be heard. Taehyung gently, and ever so softly sinks his thrumming cock into your tight, tight pussy, maintaining his own hard breaths as he refrains from shoving himself completely inside.
Dear God, are you tight. So, so tight.
The initial squeal that morphs into a drawn out moan indicates the sheer drug-like substance pumping through your veins, walls barely fitting around Taehyung’s massive member as he pushes inside. Taehyung watches your every feature for signs of anything, discomfort, oddity, repulsion. He softens watching you breathe so laboriously, eyes screwed shut in a combination of pain and pleasure.
“Are you still alright, Your Highness?” Taehyung sweetly whispers against your lips.
“Yes, Taehyung, yes..”
The enthusiastic answer spurs Taehyung on, his hard cock plunging further into your firm, velvet walls slicked with your oozing essence. The pain feels almost unbearable, a burn that drives itself into your stomach and tires your groins from spreading out far and wide. Though it is the feeling of being filled, satisfied and packed full of Taehyung’s delectable, meaty cock that fuels your sense of pleasure. The burn quickly transforms into an easing glide that fills your lungs with the sweetest of air, as though your walls only knew Taehyung and Taehyung’s cock only.
“Oh.. Tae..”
“Are you alright, my love?” Taehyung breathes unevenly as he contains himself, slowly, though assuredly inching himself into your wet sex. You were certain Taehyung’s long member could not fit inside without struggle, and it was now you felt the effects of such a beast. Though you desired all of Taehyung within you, you desired for him to consume you, devour you, destroy you until you must be put back together again.
“Perfect, Taehyung. Please keep going.” You moan, Taehyung squeezing your hands as he drives himself inside. Taehyung finally bottoms out inside you with a loud grunt, and takes a long, heated moment to catch a glimpse of his length disappearing into your cunt. He feels your walls incessantly fluttering around his length, his hands squeezing yours.
You breathe carefully as you adjust to the size of Taehyung, a foreign feeling you still welcomed with wide arms. The feeling of being stuffed full sent your mind into a frenzy, round eyes looking at the handsome painter. He delicately pecks your lips in slow, affectionate movements, soothing any unrest.
“Does it hurt, Princess? Are you alright?”
You shake your head, gazing at Taehyung and Taehyung only. “No, my love. I-I want to feel you move.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows raise, flitting over every little feature upon your moonlit skin. “Are you certain, my darling?”
“More than certain.”
Taehyung’s cheeks rise as he grins, lips pecking yours ever so sweetly. Taehyung then positions himself better and unhurriedly, tenderly pulls himself out of your sex, watching himself do so, only to gently thrust back into the the fleshy confines of your warm walls. The groan that leaves Taehyung is animalistic, heady and so utterly deep, it sends goosebumps all across your skin. Your very cervix is nudged by Taehyung’s size, squeezing his cock so cosmically tight he could have believed you were simply made for him.
Taehyung ensures his eyes do not stray away from yours as he experimentally draws his thick, erect cock out of your gushing sex only to propel back in. He watches your every micro-reaction to detect any discomfort, and continues as he watches your face delightfully fill with pleasure. Taehyung then supplies you with slow, steady strokes as his lips brush yours, breathing and groaning against your mouth as he absorbs every moan, sigh and gasp that leaves your mouth. It is just so intimate with him; sensual, passionate, fiery.
Your pussy feels the epitome of heaven, relishing in the manner in which Taehyung’s cock slides in and out of your walls that hug him so tightly. The wet drag is far more than wonderful, it is flawless, otherworldly as you clamp down on his member and sense the prominent veins decorating his shaft. You feel every nook and cranny he has stuffed inside, as though there is no place untouched from him within you.
“Taehyung.. Oh.. oh dear..”
“Your Highness..” His deep voice rumbles from his chest, Taehyung’s divine strokes providing you with eons of pleasure. The sweet sliding of his cock inside and out of your pussy is simply to die for, never having felt such a sensation, though praying you are never without it.
“Does it feel good, Princess?” Taehyung asks, the lightest sheen of sweat slicking his skin as he works himself into your divine, wet, warm pussy. “Does my Princess feel good?”
“Mm, Taehyung.. I- ah..” You’re interrupted by your own moan when Taehyung pumps into your sex deeply, holding himself inside your pussy as he boldly swivels his cock inside you. Your eyes nearly roll back at the sensation, the paused manner of his cock inside you filling your lungs with intoxicating air. You can feel how much he is already throbbing, pulsing inside you so deliciously.
“You’re so warm, my love. So perfect and tight.” Taehyung grunts against you, squeezing your hands into the now rumpled sheets. His confession suddenly adds to the intensity of the way in which he makes love to you, Taehyung’s eyes only focusing on you, can only see you as his hips increase in speed, thrusting with purposeful precision.
“You feel perfect, Taehyung. So good.. Ah!” You gasp when you feel Taehyung’s thrusts more vividly, harder as you remain locked in a heated gaze with him. Sweat sticks to your skin and his, heat radiates off your bodies abundantly as you both peer down towards where your bodies connect. It is steamy, it is passionate, romantic, but most of all, Taehyung supplies nothing but ardent care as he places your hands on his neck.
Taehyung nudges your nose with his and his lips peck your cheek. He adjusts your body and curls his other palm underneath your back, elevating you. He steals a stray pillow by your head and tucks it underneath your lower back as you hold onto his neck. His hands falter to your hips and Taehyung secures you as he begins rocking in your sex faster, harsher.
You ascend, the addition of the pillow rocking your world, and becoming a mess of Taehyung’s name and cock as you indulge in the euphoric feeling. You moan loudly once Taehyung begins repeatedly hitting upwards towards your sex, feeling a beam of pleasure as your body shudders and quakes.
“My love, do you like that? Does that feel good?” Taehyung breathes by your lips, kissing in between his words
“Yes, Taehyung.. I need more.” Taehyung hisses watching you in the throes of pleasure, eyes glossy with tears as your lips moan incessantly.
Taehyung complies and increases his speed, but also his depth. Taehyung slams into your cunt as he sets a rhythmic, head-spinning pace. Passionate, hot and sweaty, the painter groans and moans as he becomes lost in the ocean of your pussy. The dried black paint all over your body only spurs him on, wondering how you would appear as if you were drenched in the white of his cum.
“Oh God, oh fuck, Princess..” Taehyung’s reaching the precipice, and suddenly with the manner in which he stuffs himself so abundantly inside your walls, your high is also approaching. His angle is lethal, proven to be a weapon as he locks your hips down and profusely rams into your sex with such purposeful vigour, you could feel Taehyung’s emotion through his thrusts alone.
“God, darling. Such a pretty Princess.. my beautiful canvas.” His words allow your heart to flutter, Taehyung supplying hard, speedy strokes that utterly ravage your pussy. Your need to cum is aching your innards, feeling him everywhere but in one place, and your hand acts on its own. Your snake towards your pulsing, engorged clit, fingertips touching yourself as you watch Taehyung’s large, sizable member thrust in and out of your tight, small pussy.
An erotic moan leaves your lips as you feel Taehyung’s cock sliding inside your wet, slickened walls with the tight circles over your clit, gasping as you heave for air. Taehyung watches you work yourself as he fucks you, thrusting and pumping with enough power to feel your mind transcend into another universe.
Though what keeps you grounded, keeps you here on Earth are those lovely, lovely eyes of his. A warm, calming concoction of chocolate and coffee, orbs of gentle love that adore every feature upon your face as he treats you with the utmost care. It is the way Taehyung kisses you, slowly and yet, with overbrimming passion that cannot be elucidated.
In all your heart melting and your innards finally twisting, Taehyung replaces your fingers with his own, now rubbing at the one spot that elicits stars behind your eyes, feeding into the divine motion of his hand. The stimulation to your clit and Taehyung’s meaty cock plunging into your sex drives your high, reaching the sought after precipice as your legs grapple around his torso, and respond to his strokes with your own needy grinding.
“Ah, such a dirty princess, aren’t you?” Taehyung breaths against your mouth. “My dirty princess.”
You nod eagerly as your eyes begin closing in drug-like pleasure, moans increasing in pitch as your walls clamp down indefinitely around Taehyung’s cock.
“Are you going to finish, Your Highness? Will you come all over my cock?” Taehyung grunts in the lost waves of his passion, containing his load almost painfully inside him, forehead snug against yours. “Have my cock become your canvas?”
His words send you to heaven, his breaths melding with your quick ones as you both tirelessly work your bodies, rutting and rocking together. Thrusting and rubbing and moaning so deeply, so quickly your body unravels into the most explosive sensation you have felt all your life. Your sex feels an abudance of wetness bursting out, your legs convulsing and your body jerkung as you gasp loudly. Your vision nearly goes blank, focusing on Taehyung with hooded eyes as you manage the feeling of utter delirium raking your body.
Taehyung’s movements have become knowledgeable to you as he continuously thrusts himself into your pussy, until his features contort into delirious bliss. He entirely pulls himself out of your cunt. Taehyung grunts deeply as he suddenly shoots strips of white all over your rising and falling body, attempting to calm down after your blissful high and only able to find air for your depleted energy.
The painters fists his own length as he continues to come all over you, watching his semen paint the black drenching your body along with the few specks of skin, laying back as you watch him with lustful eyes. In the throes of his pleasure, Taehyung finally empties himself and his hands crash into the bed either side of your body, exhaustion raking his system.
Your eyes meet and Taehyung can’t help but admire your tousled hair, your glistening eyes and sweat-stained forehead, nor can you move past his dampened hair sticking to his skin and the manner in which his chest adorns scratches you etched into him.
“Taehyung..” You breathlessly call him.
“Your Highness..” He similarly echoes, openly gaping at the mess of cum he had littered all over your skin. “You look beautiful.”
You shyly grin as you request his presence closer, jutting out your hands. Taehyung cracks a content smile. He entangles his fingers with yours and connects your lips, sweetly kissing you. His tongue pokes into your mouth as he explores your taste, similarly swivelling your tongue around his for a wet, sloppy kiss. He breaks away, both of you are breathless, leaning his forehead against yours.
“Princess, that was..”
“Amazing.” You finished for him, feeling him breathe a laugh as his thumbs stroke the back of your hands.
“Indeed, my love.” Taehyung then shifts his weight onto his shins, peering at the sheer mess riddling both your bodies. He cracks a charming smirk as he eyes you proactively.
“It seems we’ve been dirty, Your Highness.” He chuckles as you giggle at his show. “I believe we require a bath.” The suggestive lilt of his tone and the flirtatious gleam in his eyes suggest he has not stopped having his fun, and your insides ignite once again, the prospect that you are not done yet exciting you.
“Of course, Taehyung. Though only a bath, yes?” You quirk a brow of yours seductively as Taehyung grins bashfully.
“Certainly, darling. Only a bath.”
“You will nip me like that, darling.”
“If you stopped moving, Taehyung!”
You both giggle together, the harmonious sound filling Taehyung’s studio. You have both cleaned up now, having also replaced Taehyung’s paint and cum-ridden sheets with fresh ones. Your newly cleaned, naked body currently sits atop Taehyung’s bare lap, the pair of you too fatigued to have dressed yourselves after the erotic shenanigans in the shower.
Taehyung had taken a straight razor from his bathroom and set himself up for shaving. You watched him as a measly towel hugged his hips. His wet body working away was a Godsend to witness, along with his tousled, soaked locks that reminded you of a Greek god.
Taehyung had retrieved his shaving cream, and just as he began to dip his brush into the canister, you halted him, insisting with a giggle that you would like to shave him instead. With raised brows, Taehyung finds your little giggles too endearing to refuse, allowing you the chance to shave him.
Now, you had seated a nearly naked Taehyung on a chair as you perched yourself over his lap, bed sheet loosely hugging your curves as you carefully slathered shaving cream on him.
“Are you knowledgeable in using a razor, sweetheart?”
You roll your eyes as you secure the contraption in your hand, holding the blade against Taehyung's cheek. “Of course I do, Taehyung. You should recall I have an elder brother and a father.”
He light-heartedly chuckles as you hide your laugh as well. Your fingertips fasten underneath his chin and slightly turn him upwards, aiming him diligently. You touch his skin and drag the straight blade down his cheek, satisfyingly watching as the cream is shed off his skin.
Despite being innocent in your actions, Taehyung cannot help but scan over your scarcely-dressed body pressing into his cock. He feels hot arousal yet again, swiping his bottom lip to manage the feeling. The skin to skin contact alone invites small sparks of pleasure to run through you, though you focus heavily instead on how the chisel of Taehyung’s jaw must’ve been crafted by angels. You wash the blade in water before returning to his face, shaving off another section of his growing stubble.
“You are surprisingly doing well, darling.” Taehyung praises, his deep voice resonating in your ears. His hands cup around your waist and begins stroking up and down your body, indulging in the sensation of your bare skin.
“Did you truly believe I would be terrible?”
“Not too terrible, though I did expect at least a cut.”
You gasp scandalously as you lightly smack his shoulder, only welcomed by Taehyung’s merry laughing.
“I assume you are shaving for a very important event?”
“Why yes,” Taehyung answers, hands almost lovingly soothing your back. “I was invited to your family’s ball by your father.”
Your eyebrows raise high as you become excited, stunned hearing such wonderful news.” Y-you will be joining us for our ball?”
“Indeed,” he happily smiles at your excitement. “He has invited me as the winner of the Graham prize for my exhibition a month prior, and also as your royal painter. My portrait will be displayed at the ball.”
You sequel in sheer wonderment as you clasp your hands together, happiness far too miniscule a word. “Taehyung, oh God, I am so excited! It would be such a pleasure to see you at our ball!”
“Not to worry, darling. I will surely see you there, I promise.” He boops your nose. “I am even more excited to see such a beautiful Princess in a beautiful gown.” His hand comes up to your hair and gently brushes it back, your content eyes meeting him with an undefeatable feeling of rapture.
You immediately throw your arms over Taehyung in a tight hug, Taehyung affectionately rubbing you as he hums and chuckles in utmost satisfaction. You lift off him to see some of the cream still on Taehyung’s absolutely stunning face, grabbing a towel and carefully cleaning his skin. He smiles widely as he watches you so carefully shave the rest of his skin, presenting his freshly clean skin.
Though suddenly, as your adjust yourself on his lap, your sex presses into his thigh that jolts your body with a pleasureful shock. You shut your eyes in order to maintain the feeling, and brush it off as though nothing occurred. Though Taehyung has always had sharp eyes as an artist, quickly flitting down to the manner in which you now squirm over his thigh, and his irises gleam with a hint of mischief.
He witnesses your eyes attempting to distract yourself from your arousal, and Taehyung finds your obvious denial very cute. His hand suddenly cups around your restless hips squirming, smiling smugly.
“Is this arousing you, Princess?”
Your cheeks go warm, swallowing. “N-no. I am only trying to clean you, Taehyung.”
“Mmm, of course.” Taehyung plays along with you, his hands circling the mounds of your ass as your cunt inadvertently pulses. “So you are not thinking about me touching you, are you?”
You gulp, how could Taehyung so easily read your expressions? You had been trained all your life as a princess to be able to disguise your emotions with a prim and proper face. Taehyung always so easily picks apart your feelings, as though he could almost read your mind.
And he believed you to be the observant one.
“No, I am just.. adjusting my position.” You fib through your teeth, nibbling on your bottom lip in order to contain a pleasurable sigh. The press of your sex against his thigh invites memories of riding it in your mother’s study, aching to feel such pleasure again despite having spent much of the night so passionately.
“Who ever taught you to lie so much, Your Highness?” Taehyung chides, freshly clean face mere centimeters from yours as his petal brush your soft lips, whispering. “Surely you know it is a sin.”
Those words of his spark something inside you, a fire of lust and desire alighting as you place the blade in your hand on Taehyung’s desk, towel faltering in your lap.
“Do you know what else is a sin, Mr. Painter?” Your smaller hand lays across his shoulder then, sliding it down towards his broad, naked chest as you traverse his body. You descend lower, lower and lower and you feel Taehyung breaths quickening against you, letting the smallest of noises escape him as he hangs onto your every word.
“What, Your Highness?”
You close the space between you, lips nearly touching. Your hands finally slips past his towel and finds his naked cock, immediately groping him in your palm. Taehyung releases a puff of air against you, almost in relief you have finally done so. His hooded, dark eyes find you peering at him with amusement, enjoying the surge of power you feel seeing him so weak for your simple touch.
“You.”
You press your lips to his and allow him no room to set a pace. You begin your own as your tongue slithers into his mouth and swallows him whole. You simultaneously play with his cock and balls that so desperately twitched to be touched. You could feel the veins in Taehyung’s beautiful length pulsing yet again.
“Y/N..” He breathed out so desperately, it was rare to see Taehyung in such a position. Until now he had always controlled the tide of your encounters, chose what you have done and dominated you. Though now, with your newly acquired confidence and comfort level, shamelessly toying with Taehyung’s meaty member was simply a game you enjoyed.
“Taehyung.. I want you inside me.. again.” You request breathlessly, relishing in the uneven breaths he releases as you beg to pump his cock, collecting the pre-cum that shoots out of his tip and slathering his shaft.
“Again? Princess..” Taehyung leans back in his chair when your fingertip massages the head of his member, watching the column of his throat bop as he swallows.
“You have just lost your virginity.. darling.” Taehyung gets out through gulps. “I do not want.. to push your limits.”
“It’s okay, Taehyung.” You assure him. “I simply desire you inside me, you do not have to move.”
Taehyung raises his head with a quirk of his brow, searching your features for any negative emotions. He breathes a laugh as he straightens himself up and complies with your wishes. He removes the sheets between your crotch areas and finds your pulsing, beating cunt yet again, folds already slicked with some essence.
Taehyung hums and licks his lips as though you are his meal.. He aligns his cock with your hole yet again, and gently guides you to sink down on his heady length. He invades your walls yet again and you figure quickly, it is quite possibly your favourite feeling in the world.
You moan as Taehyung slips into your wet sex, snugglt fitting like a glove as he bottoms out, and he feels deep as ever in this position. You exclaim at the sharp impalement, Taehyung immediately clutching your waist.
“Are you alright, darling?”
You nod for him, kissing him to ease his tension. “More than.”
He smiles, simply wrapping his arms around your body as your cheek falls against Taehyung’s shoulder, cuddling with him. Your walls pulse around his length, and you are sure you feel Taehyung twitch within your heat, though it oddly feels comforting, as though Taehyung was always made to fit inside you as you relish in his warm skin, his tender body and presence.
However, another thought comes to your mind as you draw a pattern on Taehyung’s chest. “Taehyung..”
“Mm?” The vibration of his deep voice sends a shiver to your pussy.
“Will you be attending the ball alone.. or will you attend with someone?” Your mind races as you swallow at your questions, heart aching to even ask such a thing. “Will you be coming with a guest?”
You feel Taehyung chuckle as his palm comes up to smooth your hair, clutching you tightly. “I will be attending with Jungkook, my love.” He answers.
You find peace within yourself then, relaxing as you settle into his strong, comforting arms. Though suddenly, the smallest shift of your weight alarms you of Taehyung’s cock wedged inside your pussy, moaning gently as you feel your walls secreting cum by the second.
You clamp down on Taehyung’s length by accident then, that instantly causes his breath to cinch.
“Darling.. don’t do that.” Taehyung warns, shutting his eyes to manage the feeling. “Or I will not be able to hold myself back.”
For fun, you stifle a laugh as you purposefully squeeze his cock between your walls, Taehyung hissing in pleasure. He leans back in his chair as he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, eyeing you provocatively. “Princess, I am warning-”
Another groan escapes him as you gently lift your hips off and clutch his member, only to drop back down on his lap. His fingers bore into your hips as he holds them in place, attempting to stop you.
“Your Highness,” Taehyung stresses, eyes serious. His cock twitches as he attempts to contain himself. “If you do that one more time, I will fuck you into oblivion.”
His words set your heart alight and you moan as you repeat your actions, rocking over his cock another glorious time before sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes change into a dangerous colour.
“Oh, you’ve done it now, dirty Princess.”
Taehyung then rips off the sheets and towels from both your bodies, immediately standing to his feet with you perched on his cock. He rapidly settles you back against his work desk and spreads your legs, eyeing you with the most devilish look you’ve ever seen. He then proceeds to exactly fuck you into oblivion against his desk, ink spilling all over his earlier sketch of you from the power of his thrusts.
Taehyung never liked the drawing, anyway.
Symphonies fill your ears from the grand ballroom, listening to the plentiful chatter downstairs as you await behind the grand doors. Your family is prepping their appearance among the special guests, your mother smoothing your hair as your father fixes your older brother’s cravat. Your younger brothers fidget and buzz as though there is too much excitement within their little bodies, giggling as the very youngest of seven tugs at your mother’s gown until she must lightly scold him.
You hear the music suddenly halt however, listening to Mr. Kingsley on the other side gather the attention of the esteemed guests. He announces the entrance of your family, looping your arm with your older brother Seokjin as you prepare yourself.
You were brimming with joy knowing of Taehyung’s presence at the ball, hoping you would be able to spot him in the crowd.
You were also happy to have received such a beautiful gown from Mrs. Downsman, anticipating the look on Taehyung’s face when he sees you. Though not simply because of its elegance, but because your off-the-shoulder gown displayed an ample amount of your breasts.
You giggle, you know how much he adores them, hoping to gain a reaction.
Though you did not know the possibilities of tonight, however. Taehyung could merely not think anything, or worse, something could have perhaps hindered his attendance altogether. It then slipped into your mind that Taehyung is still in fact, a mystery to you. And while you both may share feelings and a connection that are difficult to deny, you are never certain of what goes through Taehyung’s mind.
It is not funny at all how much you remember the feeling of his length inside you, the delicious, wet drag of his thrusts as he called you beautiful and pampered you with kisses. You could still feel the well-endowed man stroking spots deep within you, moving his hips with purposeful, meaningful vigor, and making love as though he were the very master of it.
You immediately place a pin in the erotic images of his naked body, the gush between your legs too compromising to your sanity, and still doubtful thoughts.
Do you even truly mean something to him, or are you simply another woman in his sheets? Have other women also slept in his bed? If so, how many? Are you any different?
Or dear God, are you the worst among them?
Your racing thoughts distract you from the door’s opening, only budging when your older brother tugs at your arm and you dissipate your overthinking, schooling your expression. Your occupied headspace makes your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach, however, your chest filled with an uncomfortable wad as you take careful steps out. You plaster a smile onto your face, waving to the subjects of your kingdom.
Descending the stairs, you finally pay enough attention to regard everyone in the crowd, instinctively searching for Taehyung… and sadly not being able to find him. Your negative feelings only sky rocket now, contemplating he perhaps could not show up. Perhaps he held other commitments, perhaps he could be asleep, or even ill for all you know.
And yet, your mind couldn’t help but consider perhaps… he is with someone else.
It is not that you think lowly of Taehyung, of course not. He is a very fine gentleman, possibly the kindest one you ever stumbled across. However, you are no stranger to his charms, his piercing looks and alluring eyes. It would take the equivalent of a buffoon to not fall completely in love with such an enchanting, princely man.
The thought alone invokes anxiety within you, what other women could have also fallen victim to his charms? Are you merely one among the many?
Your head suddenly begins to ache, having missed the addressment of many other aristocrats and your relatives who had greeted you, You suck in a breath as you reach the bottom and the regal room resumes their celebrations, some on the dance floor as others clink their flutes and chit-chat away.
Your brother seems to notice your tension, realizing you have not released his arm yet, and held it quite tightly.
“Y/N, are you alright?”
Your distracted eyes snap towards Seokjin, and simply flash him a kind smile as you compose yourself. “Of course, brother. What could possibly leave me under the weather at such a lovely event?”
Seokjin’s expression falls into one of obviousness, unlinking his arm. “Dear sister, I have known you all my life, quite unfortunately.”
You gasp as you playfully hit Seokjin’s arm, eliciting a soft laugh from him. “I am only kidding. I know when you are feeling upset, Y/N. Is something troubling you?”
“Not at all, dear brother. I am merely.. thinking.”
Seokjin nods in understanding, sending you a reassuring smile that calms your fretful heart. “Do not think too much, dear sister. You do not do that often, anyway.” His teasing only causes you to roll your eyes, tutting with a light arm smack again until you’re both interrupted.
“Why if it isn’t the Kim family! How lovely to see our eldest together.” Mr. Peterborough unexpectedly finds you and your brother, greeting him with a bow and curtsy respectively. He is held in high regard by your mother and father, often visiting them for business.
“The pleasure is ours. Mr. Peterborough.” Seokjin replies, a supportive hand to the small of your back as you fix your posture. “How are you?”
“Oh, I am very well. How has your family been?”
“Wonderful, we can only pray it has been the same for your family.” You politely giggle in response.
“We have heard your son will be taking over the trading business recently, we are sure he will bring great prosperity upon the family business.” Your older brother chimes in.
“Oh, of course! My son, allow me to introduce him.” Mr. Peterborough then finally calls attention towards the younger man behind him, who presents himself courteously as he sends a polite smile.
“This is my son Philip, Your Highnesses.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince and Princess.” He addresses you and your brother, not missing the manner in which his eyes linger over you.
“It is also ours. We have been informed of your leadership of the Peterborough trading company. We send you our best wishes.” Seokjin kindly offers.
“Oh my, such support from the Prince of Wisteria is a blessing.” Everyone in the group lightly chuckles, Mr. Peterborough becoming distracted by your father just off to the side.
“Ah, we must speak to the King together, Prince Seokjin. I wanted to inform him of some new trading routes I have been contemplating. I would like to also speak to you regarding the voyages.”
“Of course, Mr. Peterborough. Right this way.” Seokjin’s pleasantries always remain top notch as he suddenly rubs your back a little. Before he departs, he bends down to your height carefully.
“Remember to be careful tonight as always, dear sister.” He whispers to you. “You are knowledgeable of your age, and are certainly aware of the men that will vie for your hand in marriage.”
You nod as Seokjin presses a kiss to the top of your head as always, smiling at him as he kindly guides the businessman towards your father. It is certain that you have been most wanted on the market for marriage, being the only daughter of the royal Kim family. You did not like to toot your own horn, though you were knowledgeable of your well-coveted status, remaining heavily buried with marriage proposals and extensions of the sort.
You could not live a single day without receiving one. Your thoughts leave your head brewing with a storm.
“Why hello there, Princess.” Philip's attention fixates on you, pulling you out of your abyss. “It is lovely to meet the beautiful Princess of Wisteria.” You grin in response to his comment, curtsying.
“Likewise, sir Philip.”
And just as you are straightening yourself up, Philips curls a hand around yours, and gently brings it before his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
“The pleasure is certainly all mine, Your Highness.” Philip’s eyes shimmer as he regards you, discerning a gleam in them that clearly indicates his interest in you, and while you should be thinking about how kind and charming Philip is, you could only think about how Taehyung is more charming.
And his kisses feel much softer.
Taehyung sips on a glass of champagne as he discusses oil paints with a fellow artist at the ball. He was quite interested in the conversation, what with acquiring the name of a new varnish he will elect to use for his works soon.
However, it is very easy for him to not necessarily be interested in the conversation at all.
Taehyung’s mind rather drifts off to the thought of you, and what you are possibly doing at of this moment. His wishes of seeing you in a formal dress have been driving him mad all day long, having been robbed of the chance to see you recently since your last encounter due to your duties with preparing for this lavish event.
He believed this to be like a breath of fresh air, finally granted the wonderful opportunity to see you.
And God, see you he did.
“I present to you, the royal Kim family of Wisteria along with their Majesties, the King and Queen.”
Taehyung’s ears perk up as his vision transfers from his companion to the long, curling staircase, and it is as though his breath is entirely stolen from his lungs. He genuinely curses the lad he is speaking to, having been placed in a certain corner of the ballroom that severs your ability to see Taehyung.
Though he can see you very clearly, and blessed be the sense of sight, he believes.
You are truly the only masterpiece of his life.
Your lavender gown hugs the womanly curves of your body in such a delicate, graceful manner, he cannot help but envision himself painting those very stunning lines. Your hair is done up, and yet pieces frame your face as his very own art, and the beauty within your presence alone is enough to brighten a room.
And dear God, are your breasts on display in the most delicious of manners. He is truly entranced.
Taehyung cherishes the sight of your smile, though cannot help but see it does not reflect any true happiness. Something must be wrong with you, he believes, observing the manner in which you very tightly clutch your older brother Seokjin’s arm by the end of the stairs.
The painter has lost interest in his discussion with his fellow artist, and soon becomes absorbed in simply observing you, watching you in your beautiful element. He catches a glimpse of your true smile as you speak to your brother, Taehyung letting out a breath of relief at the sight.
Though Taehyung is quickly granted reason to not be in relief, as he is privy to watching a man introduce not only himself, but his son along with him, who appears to be quite close in age to you. He becomes unsettled when he sees you are left alone with the man, smiling to him with shyness; Taehyung can tell by the way in which your feet fidget and you clasp your fingers before you.
He watches intently, gritting his teeth as he peers at the sight that brings him such unease. He is glowering quite tellingly before his assistant Jungkook pulls him out of his thoughts, a hand landing on his shoulder.
“Sir, you are staring too much.” Taehyung blinks, rapidly turning towards his friend.
“Oh, I am sorry.” He apologizes, though returns to doing so as a negative feeling settles into the pit of his stomach.
“Do not say sorry to me. Sir Arthur left in frustration, you were not listening to him.” Taehyung rolls his eyes as he holds his drink, taking a sip.
“I am not fond of Arthur, anyway.”
Jungkook follows the sight his older friend is so attentively paying his undivided attention to, finding you speaking to a quite handsome aristocrat.
“Sir, you will be caught staring if you do not stop.” Jungkook warns Taehyung, though not without a little tease. “Unless you have very much fallen in love with her like I have told you so.”
Taehyung kisses his teeth, side-eyeing his longtime friend and assistant. “Jungkook, please. I am merely.. scoping.” He elaborates, gesturing for emphasis. “Who is that man, anyway?”
“He is the son of Benjamin Peteborough, I believe. Very famous trading company in Wisteria, they often trek the voyages for the royal family.” Jungkook’s usually well-informed self explains as Taehyung’s expression twists into one of dislike.
“How putrid.. businessmen.” He pretends to become ill.
Jungkook chuckles as he watches Taehyung narrow his eyes at the man in question. “I think you only find him putrid because he is speaking to the love of your life, sir.”
Taehyung nearly growls at Jungkook, stern eyes suggesting he back off. Jungkook holds up his hands to vindicate himself, attempting to negotiate. “I am only joking, Taehyung. Though I suggest you speed things up, Philip Peteborough may be one of many marriage proposals Princess Y/N receives tonight.”
Taehyung’s eyebrows quirk in acute confusion, unintentionally gripping his glass harder. “Marriage proposals? Y/N- Princess Y/N has been receiving them?”
“Oh, she has been receiving plenty, sir.” Jungkook elucidates as though it were as obvious as night and day. “She is the most sought after woman in all the kingdom. She is of the perfect age for marriage and it is said her beauty rivals the very Wisteria plant itself. Many wish to make her their bride.”
The information churns Taehyung’s stomach, feeling this odd sense of something hot boiling within his blood. His eyes return to this Philip man speaking to you, suddenly despising the manner in which he takes your hand and kisses it, the glass in Taehyung’s hand seconds from breaking.
That is not even how she likes to be kissed, Taehyung thinks.
He has never felt such negativity like this, he has always been a firm believer in the practice of positivism. His art has always expressed the very roots of optimism, the brightness of the future, of capturing the natural phenomena and happy emotions of mankind.
However, he is not very fond of mankind at this instant.
He locks his jaw as he sees the businessman tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, and watches you attempt to hide your shy smile. His chest burns as he observes you gazing at Philip through your eyelashes, a twinge of pain hurting him when he contemplates that it was something you often did with him.
Is he not any different from Philip to you?
Taehyung’s anger only seeps into his bones quicker, unable to focus on or hear any of the chatter in the room he resides in. He stands, fuming as he watches Philip step closer to you, and elicit a kind, sincere smile from your lips. Dear God, he can see the manner in which Philip stares at your lips, have he no respect when speaking to a princess? He very obviously also stares at your breasts, flitting to them every so often, and it leaves Taehyung grinding his teeth.
The look in his eyes is also predatorial, knowing when a man is deeply fascinated by the chase of a woman… as his. Taehyung ought to teach the impolite man a lesson on manners, how dare he so unabashedly touch and look at you?
You are not a mere object to obtain and touch.
His glass only becomes tighter in his grasp, wondering why he feels such an awful pit in the bottom of his stomach, and burns brighter than anything he has ever felt before.
Though truthfully, Taehyung is knowledgeable of exactly why.
And so, with no power to change what he views, Taehyung nearly shatters his drink, watching as you are whisked away by Philip. You meet his fellow aristocratic businessmen, and are introduced to more new, possible suitors that all seem deeply, and quite obviously interested in you.
Taehyung’s glass cracks.
“My, my, it is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Y/N.”
“And what a pleasure it is. Your Highness.”
“It is all my pleasure, Princess.”
It is all you hear as you’ve made now six rounds about the ballroom, having met plentiful men and their either eager fathers and mothers that attempt to disguise how much they yearn to label you a daughter-in-law. Though funny enough, it is not any of those men that are on your mind, rather it is the painter that seems to have not only stolen your heart, but also your attention.
It is quite mind boggling how you have not yet spotted him, truly believing he had not attended at all. The celebratory party only seemed to become more downcast for you, wondering where Taehyung could be if his own painting had been displayed for the ball. Your mental state drowns in a sea of doubt, attempting to rid Taehyung from your mind, but only returning to him as he continues to cloud your thoughts.
You wanted to see Taehyung in his formal wear, wanted to speak with him and see where the night would eventually leave you two. He would’ve distracted you all night, considering how scandalous it would be if you and Taehyung managed to grab you and make love to you here right in your own home.
Better yet, maybe even in your own room.
You shake off the feeling of Taehyung’s fingers in between your legs, returning to Earth and the current discussion you are having with the Duchess of Danes’ son. You did not know he was quite the interesting young man, the captain of a voyager ship if you were to be specific. He was intriguing, yes, however, nobody could hold even a candle to the intrigue Taehyung always left you with.
Taehyung is an enigma. He has granted you some information of his origins, though his feelings and emotions are unreadable. You had assumed Taehyung was excited to see you at the ball as well, though it seems you may have been brutally incorrect. You wonder what could’ve held him up so much to the point in which he does not show.
What if he is in a relationship with another?
Your heart stops, freezing in your spot. How naive could you have been to not question Taehyung of such a thing? He did not mention nor make it obvious he could be seeing another, though what man who is actively committing adultery would so casually speak of it?
But Taehyung is not awful like that, you believe. There is love and compassion within him, there is no feasible way he could betray your trust in such a way.
Though the question still remains, how much of Taehyung do you know?
Feeling sick again, your attention is stolen by the clinking of a flute, eyes whirling away from Philip who has stuck by your side all night, much to your dismay. You find your father stepped onto the showcase platform, seeing a large, framed portrait sitting atop a regal stand behind him.
The king clears his throat. “Welcome, esteemed guests and subjects of Wisteria. We are not only here to celebrate hospitality and kindness, but to also appreciate and revel in artistry that is a blessing to see.” Your father continues his speech on art; his love and affinity for it, the manner in which art can bring many together, what talents lie within our generation and the next.
Though it is then your father begins to speak of a well-acclaimed, seemingly God-like artist. Your ears perk up, smiling as you listen to your father.
“I was recently blessed with the opportunity to work with this young man, who seems to possess the Midas touch within the ends of his paintbrush.” The crowd giggles a little, and you attempt to hide yours as well. A name has not been mentioned, and yet you are already aware he is speaking of Taehyung.
Your father then presents the clothed painting behind him, and you listen to many of the guests around you marvel. Some wonder what could possibly be behind the sheet concealing the painting, while some already begin to whisper Taehyung’s name.
You widely grin to yourself, the very mention of the talented man leaving your heart glowing.
“Though it would be a shame of me to present this wonderful piece myself. And so I present to you, the brilliant young man who created this masterpiece.” Your vision boldens, stunned to not only hear those words, but watch as all your wishes come true.
You spot a certain man’s head moving among the crowd, and your heart cannot find reason to stop racing. You breathe a joyful, almost unbelievable chuckle as the same head of coffee brown locks steps up to the platform precariously. He turns, and it is as though your world has stopped spinning on its axis.
It is none other than Kim Taehyung.
He appears dashing, alluring, the epitome of an angel. His hair is set to frame his forehead, enough pieces separated to boldly display his strong eyebrows and intimidating, though kind eyes. His attire is truly fit for a Prince Charming from a fairytale, you believe. His well-tailored tailcoat was an embroidered, deep shade of pine that hugged his lean yet strong body, accentuating his masculine curves. His cravat has been styled impeccably today, momentarily flickering back to the heated memories of being tied at the wrists by the same cloth. His trousers offer his tall, model-like legs deliciously, recalling the times you were so delicately perched atop his thighs.
You desired to meet his eyes first, believing it to be madness if Taehyung could find you among such a large crowd of others. However, it is within the next instant your jaw drops to the floor
Taehyung‘s warm, chocolate eyes land on you, and grins as what can be considered a smile for the crowd, though only you and him know it is for you. Your world halts, your breath cinches and your chest flutters with jovial butterflies; in a large gathering of people, Taehyung so easily finds you.
His lips crack into a genuine, wide smile as he gently bites his bottom lip, vision falling to the ground before shifting it towards you, as though his eyes communicate ‘I found you’, from across the ballroom. You communicate the same yearning as your heart grows three sizes, clasping your hands over your breathless chest.
Taehyung wets his lips before he raises his glass, ears welcoming the deep symphony of his voice. It feels as though it is home now, bringing you ease and comfort.
“Thank you for the warm welcome, Your Majesty.” Taehyung bows, expressing his utmost gratitude. “I had desired to speak a few words today regarding my painting, though I believe the beauty of the royal Kim family itself speaks a thousand words I could never accurately capture.” The painter uncharacteristically is unable to hide his smile, licking his lips as he poises himself.
“The Kim family emanates a warmth that is unprecedented, I noticed while in their proximity. It allows anyone who may know them to feel loved and welcomed, truly accepted within the wonderful depths of their hospitality.” Taehyung’s eyes in fact surf the crowd, though it is noticeable the manner in which his sight often returns to you.
“It is no wonder they are revered so highly, and no wonder the kingdom of Wisteria thrives so prosperously.” Taehyung raises his glass, toasting politely. “I desired to depict that warmth in their portrait, as there seems to be this..” Taehyung pauses, his eyes flitting to you, and he maintains a soft gaze.
“Natural beauty.. within them; it would seem the Wisteria plant does not measure up, merely a bland plant when compared to their stunning presence.” Your heart flutters as you hold his eyes, Taehyung charmingly smiling.
“This painting I was able to so graciously create is truly my favourite piece of work, and I deeply thank the royal family for such an opportunity.” Taehyung beams with a smile, his eyes conveying meaning you could feel from where you stood in the ballroom.
“Thank you for the opportunity to be able to explore my artistry, to love what I have been blessed with the capability to do.” And lastly, Taehyung’s eyes swim with indistinguishable emotion, wondering what could be so prominent within his irises. His gaze pierces yours, feeling him infiltrate every part of you. He smiles.
“And the lovely opportunity to find my masterpiece.”
Taehyung is speaking of the painting, surely. Positively, he is only expressing his gratitude and yet, you cannot help but feel a connection with his words, feel as though he means to embed meaning within them only for you.
Caught in an entrancing stare, Taehyung is suddenly interrupted by your father on stage.
“Now, Sir Taehyung. You did not have to so accurately depict my age.” The room bursts into amiable laughter, chuckling to yourself as you watch Taehyung’s wondrous, full cheeks rise into a lovely smile.
“No need to fret. Your age is like fine wine, Your Majesty.” Taehyung’s natural charm and wits woo the crowd, enjoying yourself as your father and Taehyung begin a friendly bit on stage. They speak and entertain the crowd, earning your warm-hearted attention until you feel a sudden tug at your wrist, identifying the hand of Philip requesting your focus.
“Princess, let us leave the ballroom.”
Your eyebrows furrow, lips searching for a question. “Why shall we leave? It is quite nice here.”
Philip then unexpectedly bends down to your height, whispering by your ear. The feeling of his breath leaves you shivering with an unfavourably cold chill.
“So no one is able to follow us, everyone is distracted right now.”
The statement slightly throws you off balance, wondering why he seems so eager to depart. “But I would like to see the painting, Sir Philip.”
“The painting will be displayed in your home anyway, Princess. Let us earn some fresh air.” Before you can even reply, you are tugged through the crowd by Philip. Knowing you cannot deny and cause a scene in the ballroom, you unwillingly follow him as your fretful eyes flash back towards Taehyung. You yearned to speak with him now that you knew he was here, to be by his side and feel the flutter of your heart from the adventurous, endless possibilities of being with him.
Though you only catch glimpses of him occupied with speaking on stage, screaming from the inside for him to see you.
As though listening, Taehyung’s eyes do in fact flicker towards your direction, and catches the sight of you being led out of the great hall by Philip. His face reveals something you cannot accurately place, aching your heart.
Silently apologizing to him, your sight of Taehyung becomes slowly obstructed by the crowd and columns of the grand room, only witnessing the look of possible sadness, perhaps worry on his features before you have disappeared through the elm wood doors.
Philip’s feet are quick. You have no genuine clue as to why he is so eagerly leading you away. His grip on your wrist is rather tight, needing to twist and turn it in order to gain relief.
“Sir Philip,” you call, though he does not hear you. You have reached the grand corridor of your castle, Philip leading you into a smaller one that directs guests towards the beautiful garden and greenery outside the castle.
You are now more secluded, Philip opening the first set of double doors and finding your mother’s boudoir. You are led inside almost secretively, Philip scanning the area before he shuts both doors behind himself.
You are apprehensive as you regard him, swallowing and mustering the courage to ask. “Why are we here, Philip?”
He turns towards you then, settling as he takes a deep breath, adjusting his tailcoat on himself. He approaches you confidently, flashing a smile that could seem charming to any other woman, though left you concocting methods for your escape.
“I needed to speak to you alone, Princess.” His tone is much… darker than when he spoke to you in the ballroom. It is laced with something you cannot place, though sense clear intentions and determination in his cadence.
“What business would we need to discuss alone, Sir Philip?”
“My feelings towards you, Princess.”
You are coloured by slight shock, eyes widening for only a minute before you are schooling yourself. Your shoulders falter, politely offering a half-hearted smile towards him. “Philip, I do not see why we must be alone in order to discuss such a matter—“
“Because what I feel is not merely something to be discussed in the open, Your Highness.”
His hint of desperation allows the better side of you to acquiesce, a tight-lipped curve to your grin. “I see, you may continue, then.”
You clear your throat as you clasp your fingers before your body, quite naturally on the defensive. Philip earns a moment of happiness as he composes himself, stepping closer to you.
“Princess, the reason why I just speak to you alone is because… my feelings are not like the other men that have spoken to you. Or charmed you or have sent their marriage proposals.” He begins, tone serious. “My feelings are deeply rooted in genuine love, and they have been ever since I was a boy.”
Your eyes soften at the confession, carrying on however with a stoic expression. “I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember, even if you did not know me.”
“You are the most beautiful woman to me, and I am knowledgeable that you are royalty while I am merely an aristocrat.” Philip’s eyes burn with tenacity, conviction as he continues.
“I would often sneak out of my house to see you on your afternoon strolls with your mother. I would attempt to visit the tailor shop on the same days you would attend, and would often wait out in the city for hours only to see you pass by in your carriage.”
Philip’s once sweet confession now begins to progress into one that feels.. odd all of a sudden. You attempt to not react to the admittance of his behaviour, allowing him the benefit of the doubt.
“You have always occupied my mind, day in and day out. I could not sleep without seeing you, I had begun to smell your scent everywhere. I had even found a way to infiltrate the castle grounds just so I could watch you through the windows.”
Your expression falters into one of complete ominousness, feeling fearful of such a confession. Your body becomes tainted with strangeness, self-conscious that he had watched you through the windows of your castle.
This seems to not be love, you contemplate. Philip is showing signs of obsession with his words. Nobody should ever exercise such behaviour with another person, attempting to appear unshaken as he continues detailing the many ways he quite oddly kept track of you and your whereabouts.
You do see the genuine feelings he holds behind his actions, though they off-put you as you observe the space he subtracts between you two, accordingly stepping back.
“You have been the center of my life since the day I knew of your existence, Princess. I simply cannot live without you, I cannot rest knowing you do not belong to me.” You progressively feel more panic flood your chest, the sensation of creepiness taunting you as his voice portrays unwavering meaning.
“I will not settle with the idea of someone else as my bride. I cannot see another man by your side, either, my darling. You are my oxygen, I need you, Princess.”
“Philip—“
“You must marry me, Princess, please. You must be my wife, we are of perfect age and I do not see a reason in which we cannot.”
“Philip,” you hold up a hand as you stop his body from so closely colliding with yours, now cornered up against the boudoir table. “There are quite a many reasons why I cannot marry you.”
Philip’s features falter into one of sadness, confusion, disappointment when your tone becomes so stern. “Why not, Princess?”
You struggle to begin your sentence without seeming rude or impolite, quickly thinking on your feet. “Well, I-I.. as you’ve said I have yet to contemplate the many other marriage proposals I have and I cannot simply agree without my mother’s-”
“But your mother told me of our marriage already. You must simply tell her we are in love and you would like to take me as your husband. You do not need to pay attention to other proposals.”
You are coloured with disbelief, is this why your parents have been meeting with the Peterborough’s more often?
You try again as you grow more alarmed, Philip now shoved against your body as your heart hammers against your ribcage. This closeness is far too invasive, frightening. “Well I am most certainly not in love with you, Philip. You are only speaking for yourself and not considering my feelings at all.”
“What?” He seems devastated, desperately, urgently regarding the situation as he infiltrates your bubble of space. “How could you not be in love with me, Princess?”
You internally become frustrated, wishing he would simply leave you alone if you do not display any feelings towards him. He seems to be obsessively inside his own head, and is not seeking any interest in the reality of things. “I am not, Philip. Please allow me to leave.”
Eyes evading his frantic ones, you attempt to escape by stepping aside from him, though are abruptly stopped by Philip grabbing hold of your arms, pleading with you.
“Princess, please. You have not even considered me at all.” He communicates an unhealthy amount of dependency, need, fixated on you as some sort of object. “Our marriage would be wonderful, I can provide you with the life you need. You cannot say no so easily. If you would just-”
“No, Philip. I am serious, please let me go.” You assert yourself coldly, shoving yourself out of his hold, but only for Philip to dig his fingers into your arms then, exclaiming in pain.
“Ah! Philip, what has gotten into you?!”
“You do not love me, Princess, I am aware. But I can change that, all we must do is share a kiss!”
Eyes wide, breath stolen and system overwhelmed, your body immediately rejects the idea as Philip draws you closer. He smooshes your bodies together and attempts to steal a kiss from you, puckering his lips to quickly connect with yours. His proximity and feeling your rather exposed front and shoulders pressing against his chest ignites your desperate need to flee, actively fighting off his advances, though only earning his harsher holds in return.
“Philip, Sir Philip-stop this instant!”
Though he only continues, and your back is now digging into the edge of your mother’s table. “No, Princess. You must be convinced! I cannot live a single day without you!”
Tears brim your eyes as you attempt to add space between your struggling bodies, screaming and shouting at the obscure man to let you go.
“Unhand me, Philip, stop it!” You use your fists and begin pushing his face away, Philip only growing more determined as he becomes angry,
“You are not listening to me, Princess. You must grant me a chance!”
“No, please, let me go!”
The sound of your screaming must have drowned out your ears, you realize, not having noticed when the door to your mother’s boudoir had been opened. Suddenly a large hand with slender, gloved fingers clasps onto Philip’s shoulder from behind, forcefully tearing him off your body with such authoritative power, you nearly tumble backwards yourself.
You almost falter against the boudoir table, until you feel soft, warm arms cradling your body, falling into a strong chest instead. You peer upwards to find Taehyung, engulfed by his familiar Eau de Cologne; a fresh scent of aloe wood and orange flower. His breaths are quick as his eyes remain focused on Philip, only able to see his flexed jaw.
“Taehyung..” You so softly call him, voice almost breaking, and the sound calls his attention towards you, eyes round with worry.
“Your Highness, are you alright?” Taehyung carefully regards you as he scans over every feature of yours, fingertips gently holding your back. You slowly nod to him as Taehyung’s kind eyes turn stone cold once he views Philip again. He is regaining himself, Taehyung sending the most intimidating glare as the mens’ eyes meet.
“Kim Taehyung? The painter?” Philip questions incredulously. “What in the bloody hell are you doing here?”
Taehyung’s jaw physically locks, knowing he must be gritting his teeth.
“Stay here, Princess.” He commands, though it is not demeaning at all, rather leaves your heart blossoming but also core dampening. He approaches Philip, eyes angry. Nothing leaves his mouth as he simply steps towards the man, who still remains confident and haughty as he rambles.
“How dare you lowly artist interrupt-” Before the sentence is completed, however, Taehyung suddenly lifts his fist and swings it against the man’s nose, positively breaking it. Philip is instantly disoriented, the man painfully folding as he writhes in acute pain.
“How dare you touch a royal Princess, you pigeon-livered coward.” Taehyung spits his way.
Your loud gasp is impossible to hear as Philip whines like a child, Taehyung rushing to your side and quickly instructing you.
“Go and push him down, Princess.” You try to question him, eyebrows furrowing but he immediately waves you off, quickly urging.
“Push him, Your Highness. Show him he is not allowed to touch you like that.”
Feeling a rush of energy from him, you follow Taehyung’s request as though he is a coach, quickly paddling towards Philip and watching him attempt to start a sentence, though it is interrupted by you lifting your hands. With enough strength, you harshly shove him to the ground.
You watch the man topple over in pain, eyes regarding you with fear. Your sense of self-worth increases. “Never speak to me again, Philip, or my father will be hearing about this.” Power surges through you watching him earn a taste of his own medicine, triumphantly squealing. You feel your hand clasped by Taehyung’s warm one, finding him with a smile.
“That was amazing!” You beam.
“Right? Now let us leave!”
Taehyung speedily tugs you out of the room and into your castle corridor, giggling as Taehyung cannot seem to halt chuckling himself. You poorly hold your dress up as Taehyung’s quick feet carry you out into your garden, swinging the doors open and escaping into the dark, blissful night. Stars speckle the sky in a mosaic of white light, the moon illuminating the world with its soft, almost loving sine. You marvel at the wondrous sight before you as you feel spontaneous bouts of energy pump through your veins. Your heart glows and happiness spreads across your chest as Taehyung guides you into the tall, maze-like hedges.
The warm air kisses your skin delicately as you clutch Taehyung’s hand tightly, not harbouring a single clue where he is taking you, though you follow him with your mind, body and soul. He finally stops once his breaths have run out and your dress begins obstructing your feet, immediately cornering you against the pillar of a floral archway, also decorated with a stone bench.
Taehyung’s breath brushes your skin as you both attempt to find air, his hands crossing yours above your head against the stone. Your eyes cannot help but stare into his beautiful eyes, seeking with every fibre of your being for everything he can offer. You are just so shamelessly a weak woman for Kim Taehyung.
“Taehyung..”
“Your Highness, are you alright?” He worriedly asks. “Were you harmed? Did he touch you?” You smile as you answer, the genuine concern in his warm, chocolate eyes far too endearing.
“No, I am fine, Taehyung.”
“Are you sure?”
You chuckle a little thinking you’ve had this conversation many times before. Taehyung’s insistence that you are always sure about your answer is certainly a lovable trait about him.
“Yes, I am sure.” He takes a breath of relief, though still traps your hands above you. It is not overbearing nor abrasive, rather tender, soft as he holds you in close proximity. It is easy to feel a sense of innate comfort, intimacy, familiarity with him. Though you also feel bouts of arousal coursing through your blood, the last time he was this close having been with his cock lodged inside you.
“I should not have let you out of my sight.” Taehyung criticizes himself quietly, shaking his head in disbelief.
You tilt your head in confusion, in honest to God’s shock. He had been keeping an eye on you tonight? “What?”
“Nothing.. I am just..” Taehyung’s words fade, his vision falling to the ground. “I am glad you are finally here with me, and I am able to see you.”
“I did not know you were at the ball, Taehyung.” You inform him, attempting to change topics in order to squash the frustrated look on his face. “I had assumed you did not attend.”
Now it is Taehyung’s turn to furrow his eyebrows, questioning you. “Of course I attended, Princess. I wanted to see you.”
Something weighs on your mind, tentative to ask, however, and so you beat around the bush without necessarily responding. Taehyung grows even more perplexed, asking again. “Did you believe I was elsewhere?”
All those thoughts from earlier rush into your head. It is not as though you were vying for his attention, nor that you were devaluing yourself for a man. It simply struck you the wrong way that despite your gift of observance, you could not accurately pinpoint anything concerning Taehyung’s feelings, especially towards you.
Some days it would seem the most simple task in the world, what with the manner in which he gazes into your eyes, protects you, treats you with the utmost care; has even made love to you. But other times he is enigmatic, you are never certain if his sexual endeavours with you are merely for his entertainment. It is as though looking at Taehyung is like looking at a blank canvas; so many ideas in your mind regarding his behaviour, and yet unknowledgeable which to apply.
With great hesitancy, you build the meek bravery to answer. “Yes..”
Taehyung’s features scrunch into one of disbelief. “Why would you believe I was elsewhere, Princess? I had made a promise to you.. I would not break such an important thing.” Taehyung emphasizes pressingly. “Where did you believe I was?”
Taking a deep breath, your lips fall open. “With.. another lover..”
Your eyes evade him, almost conveniently so, because suddenly the darker aura that shrouds Taehyung leaves your hair rising against your skin. He locks your hands a little tighter above you, tone rigid. “You believed I was with another woman?”
He repeats the question with an edge to it, innocent eyes meeting him as you watch the way in which his jaw tenses.
“Is there no reason for me to believe so?”
Taehyung’s expression turns into a scowl then, offense colouring him. “Is that truly what you think of me, Your Highness? That I make promises to one woman and run off to another?”
You can sense some anger in him as you spill your words, though they were thoughts you needed to be addressed, unable to contain them any longer as they consume you from the inside.
You are knowledgeable of Taehyung’s studies and painting of nude art, also aware that artists are very care-free and open-minded regarding sex and eroticism, quite frankly with anyone they desire. They almost relish in such activities with their venereal lifestyles, and while you did not sense such sleazy nature from Taehyung, there is no telling if he is of any different make up.
“You have not made clear whether or not we are exclusive, and so that was my assumption. I could be but a rump in the sheets to you for all I know.”
Taehyung genuinely scoffs here, eyes drifting off to the side before returning to you. He still restrains your hands, and even though you’re now feeling tension taint your air, the action still leaves arousal pooling between your legs.
He is far too fine a man.
“You speak as though I have multiple women at my mercy.”
“One would be foolish to not believe so.”
“And what about you, Your Highness?” Taehyung narrows his eyes. “You believe I did not see the numerous men that gave you eyes and kissed the back of your hand tonight?” The accusation unbalances your sense of calm, taken aback.
“They are merely gentlemen, Taehyung.”
Taehyung laughs dryly, eyes swimming with condescension. “Mere gentleman, you say..” He grits, subtracting the space between your faces as his lips nearly kiss yours, eyes stern as he stares into your very soul.
“You speak so casually of it,” he whispers, the deep timbre of his voice lighting a fire inside you. “When I have been fuming all day.. thinking about you.” His confession leaves you breathless, or rather it is his lips purposefully skimming yours though never granting the kiss that has stolen your oxygen. Your core feels attracted to him in every manner, yearning to simply be held and fucked by him in the most feral of ways like your last time, though you know deep down it is not merely just your core.
Your heart desires him, too.
“Why.. have you been fuming.. Taehyung?” You manage to question, breathing against his lips to feel him tense, flitting his heated vision down to your tempting, plushy petals.
“Because,” he breathes hotly. You contain a shuddering moan as his fingertips slowly detangle from your hands and slide down your wrists, arousal coursing through your fiery veins.
“I had to deal with this all day.”
Taehyung takes your hand in his and leads you down towards his crotch area, making you suddenly grope his hard member through his trousers. He releases a puff of hot air with a groan as you gasp at the sensation, waves of hormones flooding your center, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Taehyung..”
“You do not understand.. how much it angered me.” He nearly growls against you, maintaining piercing eye contact as he guides your hand to slowly, but surely palm him. The sheer size of him leaves you seeing stars, feeling butterflies in your stomach from the last time Taehyung had been inside you.
You eagerly yearn for the same sinful, divine feeling again.
“To see you with those men.” He gets out, suddenly not needing Taehyung’s hand to guide you as you cup his meaty length at your leisure, weak for the noises and intakes of air that escape him. “I could not stand it.”
“Why, Mr. Painter?” You ask breathlessly, digging your fingers into his shoulder as Taehyung gently rocks into the motions of your hand.
“Because you are not theirs..” He grits through his teeth, though loses his composition with a breathy moan as you suddenly gather his balls in your hand, fondling them out of spite. With his hot breath against you, Taehyung grips your waist harshly, nearly growling.
“You are mine.”
Within a split second, you are not face-to-face with Taehyung anymore as he spins you around and shoves you against the bench, landing with your hands against the stone. You gasp as Taehyung suddenly flips up the skirt of your gown, revealing your petticoat and long hose to him. A moan escapes you at the harsh action of his, squirming as your body calls for him in every which way.
He notices, hissing as he scolds you with a tut. “Filthy princess, this is the treatment you desire?” Taehyung then experimentally hooks his fingers onto your petticoat and long hose, underwear clinging to your damp center as he rapidly tugs down the garments over your ass. You yelp as Taehyung exposes you in the garden, only hidden by the hedges, both of you tucked into a masked corner.
“Taehyung..” You mean to scold him for so boldly doing such a thing in public, though it is the forbidden nature of his actions that spur you on. Your arousal seeps into every crevice of your bone and soon your panties, fidgeting to be freed of the material.
Taehyung detects your impatience, it is evident in the manner in which his fingers rim your underwear. And yet, he does not grant you the wish as he instead grips the fabric of your underwear and pulls it backwards, only to release it. Your underwear snaps against your core, buzzing with steamy arousal as you moan delightfully.
And sooner rather than later, you are coloured with insatiable desire.
Taehyung surprises you with a kiss of his lips to your ass cheek, letting your discarded garments rest over your knees as he fiddles with your underwear. He hums to himself as his hands caress your hips, relishing in the arousing vibrations and passionate touches. You attempt to keep from moving your hips back on his gorgeous face.
“Mmm, your drawers are soaked, Your Highness.” He chides you, supplying more kisses that soothe you in such an outdoor setting. Just as you are close to replying, you feel Taehyung’s nose nudge you in between your sticky, wet folds, hearing the telling sound of Taehyung intaking a whiff, then jutting out for a small lick.
“God, how filthy you are.”
Taehyung is humorous to say such a thing about you, when he is in fact the devil himself. His lips press against your clothed center then, indulging in the heady sensation and just as you become accustomed to them, you suddenly feel a harsh slap to your ass. You are startled, squealing louder than you should have as you rapidly peek at Taehyung behind you.
“Taehyung, what-” He repeats the action then, smacking a cheek yet again as you believe you want to yelp in fear, though your mouth rather produces a moan. You stun yourself with how heavenly the speckling sting hurts, hurts so good as your arousal only multiplies.
The thrill of another hit floods your system, arching your back further for another, and it does not slip Taehyung’s attention. He laughs. “Did my filthy princess like her spanking?”
The addressment only fuels your pleasure, nibbling on your bottom lip as you wriggle around with a light nod. Taehyung suddenly spanks you yet again, this time on the other cheek and surprisingly, your head falls back with a moan. Taehyung chuckles dryly behind you, hand soothing the previous places he hit.
“You really are a filthy princess, huh?”
You sigh obscenely as Taehyung supplies you with another hit, the arousal between your legs aching so painfully and yet, you never want it to disappear either. Your delicate moan invites Taehyung to bend over your figure, stuffing his gloves between his teeth and ripping them off his hand, discarding them. He breathes hotly against the shell of your ear once they are gone. It is to your surprise he suddenly juts his tongue out and licks you, scratching your nails against the surface of the bench, your guts twisting with pleasure.
“My filthy princess.” He suddenly growls, lungs filling with intoxicating air you become unhealthily addicted to. He unexpectedly slaps your sex and cups it in his expansive palm, rubbing against your wet core. You gasp with a jerk of your body.
“Taehyung, please.. please.”
“Did that hurt, darling?” He coos. “Was that too much?”
“No.. no..” You deny him, gripping the bench before you so hard your fingers must be losing blood. “Need you.. inside me.” You manage with a desperate mewl.
Taehyung then hums into your ear condescendingly, teasing your entrance with the prodding and poking of his fingers. You know he purposely avoids your now engorged, hot clit as he bites your earlobe.
“Mmm, dirty Princess needs me inside her?” Taehyung’s husky voice is infiltrating every part of your body, crawling with such burning intensity you wish to feel the slick wetness of his tongue down your throat.
“Funny how you so casually speak of other gentlemen, and yet it is my cock you desire.” Your body crumbles with shivering arousal, legs squirming as you fill with an insufferable ache. Taehyung’s hand, once cupping your corseted stomach now travels upwards towards your cleavage, diving inside your dress to suddenly cup your breast.
“My God, and your breasts in this dress. I wanted to drag you on stage and fuck them in front of all the guests.”
Another moan escapes you as you bite your lip, rocking your desperate core against Taehyung’s hand.
“Taehyung.. please. I do not.. I do not want another man. Only you.”
He laughs again, tone mirthy and dark. “And you believe I want another?”
“You have not given me a reason to believe otherwise.”
“Have I ever said I want another?”
Your moans harmonize as Taehyung fishes your breast out of your dress completely and cups your pert nipple, playing with the hardened peak as you throw your head back in sheer ecstasy.
“You-you have never answered my questions.”
Taehyung nearly tears off your underwear as he reveals you sopping sex, shivering when the air kisses your wet cunt. “Does this look like I want another woman?” He speaks harshly, breaths uneven as he begins fingering and toying with your ocean of a pussy, waves of arousal coating your fleshy folds.
You sigh yet again as the pads of Taehyung’s finger circle your clit, cheek faltering against the bench as you groan in unprecedented pleasure.
“Do you believe it is other women’s bodies I fantasize about painting?” Taehyung questions in a haze, mouth now ravaging your sensitive neck as you crane further aside, moaning erotically.
“Do you believe I enjoy the moans of other women when yours are a symphony to my ears?” He tugs down the straps of your dress downwards, revealing your hanging breasts that are so hardened, so desperate for a touch. Taehyung practically reads your mind as both his hands engulf your chest, fondling them as tears brim your eyes from the loss of relief between your legs.
“Do you truly believe I desire to see another woman in this position other than you?”
His whisper in your ear is so low, so deep your core is rattled. Taehyung groans before his teeth suddenly find your shoulder, biting and sucking your skin as he marks you as his own, and your entire system floods with overbearing arousal.
“Taehyung..” you whimper, hands latching onto his wrists as he indulges in your sweaty skin.
“Whose cock do you want, Princess?” Taehyung breathes in a frantic voice, breathing harshly as his fingertips incessantly brush your pert nipples. “Who do you need?”
“You, Taehyung. Oh dear God-”
Your own moan cuts you off as Taehyung curls a hand underneath your leg, and perches it up onto the bench, spreading your pussy for him. The suddenly warm, wet sensation of his tongue pressing into your folds is what elicits a loud moan from you, Taehyung growling.
“Quiet, Princess. Do not make me gag you again.”
You silently comply as he kisses and devours your pussy then, licking and tasting the essence that drips from you like honey. He hums and moans in satisfaction, smacking his lips as he revels in your flavour. Your hips repeatedly jut back for more.
“Mmm, my filthy Princess just wants me to fill her, doesn’t she?” A broken moan escapes you as you jut against him again, nudging his lips and nose.
“Please, Taehyung. I do, I do!”
Taehyung then straightens himself up and looms over your bent over figure again, hot breath fanning your ear. “Then be a good princess and stay quiet.”
You shut your mouth as Taehyung casts your dress out of the way, and frees his cock behind you. You feel the long, thick meat slap against your core, semi-hard and already leaking cum you wish you could witness glistening in the moonlight.
Securing a hand around his shaft and holding your leg up against the bench, Taehyung guides himself to your pulsing hole that he is certain was made just for him. He easily locates your essence-coated, wet hole and immediately pushes himself against you.
You stifle a voluminous, erotic moan as Taehyung plunges his cock into your fluttering walls, squeezing him around you so tightly he is all you can feel, see, hear. Taehyung abandons his shaft and cups your hips carefully as he guides himself inside you, groaning deeply to himself as he takes you from this position.
Your gut seems to inflate with the sheer length of him, breathing rapidly as she finally sheaths his throbbing, flushed length inside you. He allows you a minute to adjust, your harsh breaths mingling to form a symphony that rivals Tchaikovsky; Taehyung is just so deep like this.
He can feel how harshly you smother his cock with your fleshy, velvet walls, curses and harsh breaths released from his mouth. “T-tell me when I can move, Princess.” His stutter leaves you breathless, never having heard him so desperate before.
“You may, Taehyung. Please.” The beseeching tone of your broken voice fuels his arousal, Taehyung carefully drawing his length out of you, and amply sleeving himself back in with a delicious smash. The girthy, slippery sensation of his enormous member sends your mind into a frenzy, breaths escaping you quickly as you relish in the meaty, heady feeling.
His fingers clutch your body open for him so tightly, he may leave marks there as well. Taehyung yet again pulls himself only to fuck back into your sex, and does so a second time, a third time, a fourth and a fifth until he has crafts a delectable, intoxicating pace that leaves you inebriated of his cock.
Your walls squeeze around his length as he beats the confines of your pussy, this angle only deepening his reach as you practically whimper and whine and cry at the sheer drug-like feeling. You are hooked, direly in need, want to breathe the feeling of Taehyung shoving himself inside you, stuffing you so full all that fills the air are your fucked out, blissful moans.
“Taehyung.. Oh God..”
“My filthy Princess, so beautiful when she’s filled with my cock.”
A moan erupts from your chest when Taehyung drives himself far inside you, and boldly maintains the depth of his intrusion. You feel him throbbing, veins pulsing inside your spasming walls as he grunts deeply to himself, maneuvering his cock harshly to brush the spongey, uncharted spots inside you.
“Could another man fill you up like this, Your Highness?” Taehyung just slightly impales you a little further and your cunt immediately gushes He rubs his engored tip aaginst the roof of your sex, and your eyes begin to see stars behind them.
“Could all those men that kiss your hand and whisper sweet nothings into your ear drive you mad like this?”
Taehyung deliberately supplies with such a strong thrust, you mewl similar to an animal. A heady moan escapes you then, unable to contain your volume as your falter against the bench, whimpering with such astronomical arousal, your stomach bloats with the sheer amount of your orgasm stored within.
“Taehyung, please.. I never-”
“Never speak so casually of other men again,” Taehyung warns, his voice hot and heavy as he resumes fucking into your firmly tightening sex, increading his speed as do his emotions.
“They will never fuck you like I can.”
Your pussy lights up immediately, core flaring and pulsing and beating with a violent orgasm. You just been so aroused and needy this entire ball, desiring to finally cum and Taehyung must know. He slowly changes his angle as he elevates your hips slightly, hitting you where it hurts so good your guts spin into a wad of almost painful arousal.
Taehyung’s jealousy and possessiveness should have turned you off, should have left you challenging just exactly when you had started to belong to him. Though you cannot find even a sliver of dislike, rather indulging, yearning for him to only feel this emotion more strongly. For him to fuck you and pleasure you so immensely you are only aware of his name, and you are granted exactly your wish when Taehyung slithers his hand around your moaning mouth. He clamps it shut, lips suddenly skimming your ear.
“Shut your mouth, Princess. These moans are only mine to hear.”
Taehyung then grips your chin in his hand and begins relentlessly slamming into your sex from behind, making you taking him head-on. You pray to God that the sounds of his hips slapping against your nude ones is masked by the depth and height of the hedges. You are aware how public this is, certain that if anyone were to venture out into the garden and simply make a very obvious right, the would be privy to an extremely erotic scene.
Knowing your relationships is forbidden as well however, only fuels your desire to be fucked faster, harder. You want Taehyung to destroy you, to ravage your cunt until you spill so abundantly over him, he is left no option but to drench you with his own cum as well.
The smell of sweat and sex now fill the air you share with Taehyung, the sounds of his breathless groans and your whiny sighs driving your bodies towards the precipice. You are very evidently still too loud, Taehyung turning your chin to the side and colliding his lip with yours, hips still repeatedly sheathing his meaty cock inside your fleshy cunt.
Taehyung does not care for teasing or scarcity as his tongue invades your mouth, swirling it around your own for a sloppy, wet kiss. He moans into your mouth just as much as you moan in his, driven completely insane for his intoxicating, maddening love.
“Mine.. my filthy princess.” He breathes, never having heard Taehyung be so transparent. You indulge in the confession as you suck on his tongue, Taehyung’s venturing out to play, nibbling your lip wildly. “It is only my cock you desire, right? Only my cock that drives you wild?”
You nod profusely, squeezing the living hell out of his cock as he groans in a whisper. “Your cunt tells me yes, but I want your heart to feel the same.”
The sentence immediately shocks you, pondering what he means. His voice is broken and his groans are reaching their peak; he must be saying this simply in a sexed over haze, there is no possible way he means to say such a thing.
Is he asking for you to yearn for him from your heart?
Suddenly the calling of Taehyung’s name wakes the pair of you up from your trance, Taehyung leaving your saliva-coated lips to listen.
“Taehyung.. Taehyung! Where are you?” You can hardly identify the voice, though Taehyung’s much sharper ears catch the cadence, slowing down his thrusting into your dripping sex.
“It’s Jungkook.”
Your eyes widen. “What?! Why must he be calling you now?!”
“Shh, it will be alright, Princess. He will not care.” The prospect of Jungkook finding Taehyung shoving himself into your pussy should be bothering you, and yet, your chest feels a surge of the sudden desire to be heard, for Jungkook to know Taehyung is mercilessly fucking you.
Your lips betray you, however.
“Taehyung?! That is not right. I do not want him to see me!”
“He will not, Princess. I will hide you.” Taehyung huskily whispers. “Your body is only mine to see.” Suddenly the nearby crunching of a twig alarms you, tensing up as you hear the distinct timbre of Jungkook’s voice.
“Sir, why did you suddenly-” But he stops, unable to see the young assistant, though knowing he must have frozen in place. Thankfully, this certain archway is tucked into a divot that does in fact shield much of your body, though openly reveals Taehyung. He is cock out, shoved inside your pussy and now standing tall, proud, feeling him only stuff you even further.
You panic, knowing Jungkook must see. “Taehyung, please, please! I do not.. I do not want my honour ruined!” You whisper harshly.
Taehyung soothes you with gentle hushes and pets to your back, feeling him maneuver himself, cock still edged inside your velvet, spasming walls. “Shh, it will not be, my love. He cannot see you, sweetheart.”
Taehyung flickers back to his observing friend, whom he sees open his mouth, though Taehyung casts his pointer finger over his lips, hushing the younger man immediately, his eyes obsidian.
Sir Jungkook is not a stranger to seeing his older friend in the act of sex, or nude. He has seen the many nude paintings the painting prodigy has recreated of women and men, having always been welcoming towards humans in their bare element. Jungkook would sometimes find Taehyung inside some of his lady subjects, not surprised that the man was comfortable with being watched, maybe even preferred the idea.
So even now, remembering the times he has heard female moans and witnessing inches of nude skin-on-skin action, this does not necessarily bother him. After all, he is desensitized to it being Taehyung’s assistant.
If anything.. Jungkook finds himself enjoying watching his friend. It does not have to do with the painter at all. Jungkook enjoys the imagery of sex, the nudity and bareness he has witnessed overtime being so exposed to Taehyung’s studies and work.
Even if he cannot see the receiving end of his friend’s cock, it does not deter the manner in which he intakes a deep breath, feeling a twitching within his trousers himself. The simple manner in which his older friends hushes him even leaves him intrigued; he knows you were not in the ballroom earlier, and knows this must be you.
Brought back to reality by the situation at hand, Taehyung gestures with the tick of his head for Jungkook to get out of sight, but to stay on guard; he does not plan on stopping and hopes to watch you unravel in your most raw, natural form, without fear of being caught. Jungkook nods in understanding, disappearing before he feels the desire to touch himself.
Taehyung returns to your bent over figure again, lips brushing your ear as he whispers closely.
“Are you alright, Princess?” He has returned to thrusting inside you, and you still take his pumps into your sopping sex, clit engorged and begging to be touched.
“Yes, Taehyung.. I just-is he gone?”
“Yes, my darling.” Taehyung coos. “It is only you and I.”
You are cut off by your own groan as you grow too impatient, too out of control as you slip your finger between your legs, beginning to supply much needed friction against your pulsing bud. Taehyung takes the immediate hint and increases his speeds, angling and returning himself to a better angle. He cups his hand around yours, fingers clasping your digits and following the speed in which you rub your own clit. You peer into his onyx eyes, lips swollen and mouths breathing hotly.
“Together,” Taehyung instructs, and you bite your lips once catching a view of his sweat clinging to his glowing skin.
“Together.” You repeat, touching yourself to your desire. You feel yourself on the edge, relishing in the constant stuffing of Taehyung’s cock rubbing against your walls. He fills up all the empty space inside you so abundantly, so flawlessly all it takes is some measly circling and flicking your clit to suddenly release so violently.
Your essence bursts through as you orgasm, broken, utterly destroyed moan escaping you as your high rips through your center, walls tightly smothering Taehyung’s cock inside you with a jerk of your body. Taehyung’s breaths have run out as well, his stamina taxed to the maximum as he quickly pulls himself out of your gushing sex and fists himself. He suddenly grunts loudly, and feral enough that he releases somewhere into the grass.
His aim accidentally lands some against your leg, Taehyung falling limp against your back as you both breathe harshly, supplying yourselves much needed air. Taehyung turns his head to press soothing kisses to your shoulder, peering at the marks he did in fact imbue your body with. He licks them gently, travelling up to your neck with slow, unhurried kisses that melt your abused insides.
Losing your consciousness with extreme fatigue, you jolt at the feeling of Taehyung swiping his finger against your leg. He collects his cum from your skin, suddenly nudging your lips.
“Suck for me, my love.”
You wrap your swollen lips around Taehyung’s fingers, sucking them amply as his salty cum embeds itself into your taste buds. You lick him clean before he pops his fingers out, painting your lips with your own saliva. Your mind is still spinning, spiralling as you feel Taehyung straighten himself behind you, though you lack any strength to move at all. Your legs quiver as you barely manage your weight, only upright due to Taehyung cradling your waist.
“Taehyung..” You did not notice tears had run down your cheeks, calling him for simple sake, though your tone is much more fragile than you planned. You feel Taehyung lifting you up, holding you flush against his front as he supports you.
“I apologize, my darling.” He soothes your stomach, your legs physically shaking. “I should not have been so rough.”
“No.. Taehyung.” You deny him, leaning your head back against his chest. “I am.. I am just tired.” Taehyung lines your neck with kisses, tucked into the crook as he runs his hands up and down your sides, hugging you closely, kissing sweetly.
“You rest, sweetheart. Allow me to take care of the rest.”
You listen to Taehyung’s words, though you don’t necessarily hear them, delirium raking your headspace. Your only telling sensation is touch, able to feel Taehyung re-dressing your quivering body, most likely fixing himself somewhere in between.
You then feel the familiar sensation of him hoisting you up in his arms, carrying you through the hedges the same way you had come. Your bleary vision drifting in and out of sleep catches Jungkook in your sight, listening to the vibration of Taehyung’s chest as he no doubt speaks to him. The rumble soothes you, feeling a smile curve your lips as you deliriously fall against his chest. You feel Taehyung press his cheek to the top of your head.
Unable to be aware of your surroundings, all you feel is the swaying of your body, still held in Taehyung’s arms as you feel the familiar warmth. You are suddenly cast against something cold, however. It is soft and causes your vision to shut out, mind just barely conscious. Taehyung’s warmth is suddenly lost from you, your heart growing sad as you weakly, though successfully jut out your hand, thankfully clasping onto Taehyung’s wrist.
You desire to open your eyes and see Taehyung one last time, tell him that you enjoyed tonight, that you were thankful for him rescuing you from Philip, even empowering you by pushing him. Though nothing escapes your lips coherently, merely a murmur you are unsure is clear enough.
In a half-conscious, dwindling state, you are only aware of the warmth encapsulating your hand, and the soft, gentle kiss that is laid against it. You are certain you then feel the same kiss pressed to your forehead, though your sleep gets the best of you, positive you are dreaming such a thing.
A deep slumber steals you, and you blissfully dream of Taehyung faintly brushing through your hair, enveloped by his affection, his thumb caressing your cheek as you smile with tranquility. Though your heart yearns that this is not a dream at all, desperately wishing it was more than just a figment of your imagination.
“This lunch is delicious, father.”
“Why of course, dear. The scones are baked just the way you like.”
You send your father a polite, kind smile as you sip some of your green tea, enjoying a one-on-one lunch and with him. He had insisted you keep him company on this lovely afternoon, desiring to enjoy the weather and in his own words, ‘the beauty of his one and only daughter.’
“The ball was lovely yesterday, father. You had most certainly prepared it wonderfully.”
“Oh please, dear.” Your father waves off, chuckling happily. “That was all your mother. You know her eye for such things.”
You giggle, smothering your scone with some strawberry jam.
“Speaking of the ball, dear. I was wondering, have you gotten the chance to choose a possible suitor for yourself?” Your father suddenly inquires, and you nearly choke on the bite you had just taken.
“P-pardon, father?”
“A possible suitor, dear. Surely you are aware it is time for you to wed. I am wondering if you have considered any of the proposals you have received so far.” Your father casually converses while your stomach churns with an uneasy acid, the topic of marriage off-putting to you.
Little did he know you have already fallen very deeply for someone.
“Well,” you clear your throat. “I have considered some, though I have not necessarily… accepted any, father.”
You listen to your father’s utensils falter onto his plate, speaking seriously. “Y/N, I have told you plenty of times it is important you consider taking a husband now. Your age is at its primetime, dear.” He stresses, causing you to internally roll your eyes. “There are many men of high status that wish to make you their bride.”
You pause, picking at your scone atop the delicate china. You nibble on your lip as you muster all the courage in the world, tentatively clearing your throat.
“Well.. perhaps.. There is..” You swallow, picking at your scone fork as you nervously gulp. “Perhaps.. the painter.” You say it so meekly, so quietly you almost believe your father did not hear you. You are proven wrong when he suddenly scoffs, shaking his head with a condescending chuckle.
“Dear, you are surely not suggesting you wed the painter, are you?”
You stutter on your words, growing frightened. “Well..I- what if I am, father?”
Your father then erupts with a vexed huff, his eyebrows drawing together into a scowl. “Dear, are you informing me that your affections lie with the painter?”
Cheeks warm with embarrassment and fear, you swallow harshly. “Father-”
“Y/N, you are not allowed to marry such a man.”
Your father’s arrogant and quite rude command leaves you shocked. “But-but why not, father?”
He ticks his tongue dismissively, halting all of his eating as he throws his utensils upon your table. “So you are confirming you have feelings for the painter?”
Your heart sinks, attempting to contain your fear of his voice rising in volume. “Father, I am merely asking a question-”
“And the answer is no, Y/N. You are to marry someone of higher-ranking.”
“Father, please-” Your father then rises from his seat, nearly clattering the dishes and foods from your table.
“You are to never speak of that painter again, Y/N.”
“Father,” you stress, tears threatening to prick your eyes as you stand your ground. How could he so easily be speaking ill about Taehyung? Why must those of higher-ranking be so judgmental of anyone who does not match their status? “I was under the impression you were fond of the painter.”
“I am fond of his work and he is a good young man, though he is never to be your husband. I will not have my only daughter marrying a measly painter.” Your father spits the words so crudely, a wad agonizingly bundles up within your throat.
“Father..” You call him, though it is only a sad attempt to muster up some courage, to fight for Taehyung. “He is not a mere painter, he is a wonderful man-”
“And I have told you to never speak of it!” Your father finalizes with a sudden smack on the table that knocks over your tea, spilling the hot liquid over your dress and wrist.
You wince once the boiling liquid lands upon your arm. Though you subdue the festering pain, clamping your lips closed as you merely stare straight before you. You do not want to seem weak before your father, not meeting his eyes. He evidently notices the split tea, but does not say a word; classic of your unaccountable father, you think.
He only challenges you with furious eyes and strongly-drawn brows. “That is the end of our discussion, Y/N. Tomorrow you are to accompany us to the Peterborough’s and you will be marrying their son.”
You immediately gasp loudly. “Father-!”
“Y/N, that is the end of our discussion.” Your father sternly demands, huffing as he adjusts his dress robes and merely turns on his heel, leaving you be. Tears now betray your eyes, cascading down your cheeks as your heart storms turbulently, absolutely spoiling your scone.
It had not been baked the way you liked, anyway. Your father truly knew nothing about you.
You cry, you weep and sob uncontrollably the entire horseback ride to Taehyung’s residence in the miserable night. Jungkook had grown terribly concerned for your saddened look and puffy, red eyes, as it was with incessant tears you begged him to take you to Taehyung as quickly as possible.
Stood outside his door now, there’s barely any capacity within you to even knock at his door. Jungkook carefully clutches you closely and attempts to shield you from the rain pattering outside, soon met by Taehyung at the door.
“Y/N?”
“Taehyung! You need to bring the Princess inside, now.” Jungkook urges his friend.
Taehyung rapidly approaches you, lifting your chin to look at your tear-stained face, devastated eyes, and watch as his own crumble into pieces.
“My darling,” Taehyung breathes, as though he feels immense pain to even see such an expression upon your face. Taehyung quickly regards Jungkook with a thank you before he shuffles you inside his room, needing warmth as you shiver. He instantly nabs a towel and dries your face and hair, next wrapping you in a warm blanket by the fireplace. He seats you on a lounging couch as tears merely escape your eyes, sniffling and unable to rid the build up of sorrow in your throat.
“My love, what happened?” He tentatively asks, brushing your cheek with his thumb. His other hand soothes your arm, though he suddenly swipes across the burn you had incurred from earlier. With an acute wince, you draw your arm away, and only heighten Taehyung’s concern.
He then promptly removes your outdoor robe and tugs your nightgown’s sleeve up, only for his eyes to nearly bug out of his sockets.
“Y/N… who did this to you?” He queries quietly, as though pain rakes his chest and he cannot speak without it hurting him. Your heart remains heavy with sadness, sniffling as you remove your hand from his hold. You cover the burn wrapped in a bandage.
“No one.”
Taehyung sighs, growing sorrowful as he props up onto his knees and speaks to you meaningfully, holding your arms. “My love, I beg of you. Please speak to me… my heart aches seeing you like this.”
You breathe out shakily, compiling all the emotions that have thus harmed you. “I must… marry Philip Peterborough.”
Taehyung is physically taken aback, lips stuttering his answer. “I-I beg your pardon?”
“My father… says I must marry Philip Peterborough.” You just barely voice without your tone wavering. “He had found out my affections towards you.. And he was not happy.”
Taehyung’s eyes reveal pain, brows almost drawing together in confusion but it is more so unbelieving, attempting to process such information. “Did-did your father do this to you, Y/N?”
You remain silent, merely swallowing as your vision evades him and peers off to the side, swiping some tears that betray your eyes. Taehyung then unexpectedly rises to his feet abruptly, huffing as he runs his hand through his hair, speedily pacing his room.
“I have known.. I have always known I would never be good for you.”
Despite the wad of agony within your chest, you face Taehyung with perplexed brows, calling him. “Taehyung.. What do you mean?”
He does not answer, merely steps around disorderly with abundant distress. He finally sits down atop the edge of his bed, head in his hands as he laments in silence.
“Taehyung?” You call him, gaining no response.
You rise from your seat and approach him with a heart brewing with worry, watching as his hands falter, only to reveal a desolate look of hopelessness upon his face. “My love?” You call him, hands smoothing over his shoulders once you’ve reached him, voice raw with emotion. “What is the matter?”
“I believe... you should marry him, Your Highness.”
His words genuinely shock you, hands freezing as you narrow your eyes. “Pardon?”
Taehyung sighs, grievously, so miserably empty. “You should deeply ponder Philip as your husband, Your Highness.”
His sudden seriousness concerning your life decisions unbalances you, thrown off your guard as you clutches a hand to your heart. “Excuse me? How-how could you say such a thing, Taehyung?”
He does not answer you, merely clutches his hands together, elbows on his knees as his eyes glisten with tears.
“Why are you so adamant on such a thing, Taehyung?” You exasperate watching him not answer, stepping back as you clutch the blanket to yourself.
Taehyung then meets your gaze, eyes shimmering with strong conviction. “Because I desire the best for you, Princess. And Philip.. those other marriage proposals I know of..” He almost excruciatingly continues his sentence, wincing in pain. “Perhaps they could provide that for you.”
Your heart cracks into two, your very soul dissipating into ashes as you listen to him. “Are… are you attempting to push me away, Taehyung?” You falter back into his complex with an offended, wounded look. “Do you not desire me anymore? Have I no value to you?”
Taehyung seems as though you have just uttered the most untrue statement in the world. He immediately rises, emphasizing the meaning of his words as he speaks earnestly. “No, Princess. It is not that at all.” He steps closer to you, subtracting the nearly insufferable space as his eyes glisten, as though collecting every ounce of truth he could muster.
“I desire you more than anything in my measly life, Y/N.” Taehyung stresses urgently, moisture brimming his eyes. “You are the love of my life, Princess.”
Your expression pauses with shock, wonderment, fascination as you only harbour the capacity to hold his meaningful gaze. Your lips cannot seem to form a sentence at all, embracing the warm blanket around you tighter. “Do you.. mean such a thing, Taehyung?”
“Of course I do, Princess.” Taehyung confirms. “I do not know what you have believed of me before, but you must know that you have come to mean… more than a masterpiece to me.”
He then infiltrates your space, though it is not abrasive nor overbearing. He clutches your arms delicately as he gazes into your eyes, the only galaxy he wishes to see. “You are the most beautiful work of art in my life.”
Your heart has come to a stop, chest blossoming with colours and joy you did not believe could have ever existed. All this time you have doubted Taehyung’s feelings towards you, when you had been in fact wrong. Taehyung surely did find you important, different, special enough that he is saying such heart-touching words. Your eyes flood with moisture as you regard him, hands softly pressing to his warm, bare chest.
“Taehyung…”
But he then exhales in great distress, as though this single thought has haunted him for a torturous amount of time. “Though that is the issue. I have but a measly life, Your Highness. I do not possess the means of providing you the life a princess should have.” Taehyung then flits a quick look towards your treated arm, releasing a puff of air as though it were gut-wrenching pain.
“And it is very clear how your father feels about me.”
Your brows furrow as your fingers curl against his broad, honey-coloured chest. “But who are you to decide such a thing, Taehyung?”
“Darling, it is not just me.” Taehyung stresses. “Your father does not want me to be with you, he harmed you in order to deliver that message. And as much as I despise myself for being the reason he did, for saying this, but whatever your father said is true, my love. You deserve the best, and I am positive I am not that.”
“How could you say that, Taehyung?” You question with sheer sorrow, your happiness with another in reach, and yet so far away “There is nobody else but you to me. I do not care what my father says. I only desire you.”
“But I simply am not worthy of you, Princess.” Taehyung explains, hand coming up to cradle your cheek in his palm. “I am only a painter, I cannot provide you with abundant riches, or a beautiful castle and expensive gowns. I cannot give you a luxurious life, and it would tear my heart apart to see you unhappy with me.”
“But I would not be unhappy, my love.” You plead. “Anywhere I am with you is a happy moment, Taehyung. You are not a mere painter to me, you are the spark in my dull world, the colour in my bland life. You are everything I have ever needed.”
Taehyung’s eyes brim with tears, swallowing an emotional wad down his throat as he contains himself. His heart must beat profusely just as yours does, the ardent pounding too passionate to withhold. “I am no good for you, Your Highness. Your family will never accept us.. And I can never make you truly happy.”
Your heart breaks just as much as it mends itself in Taehyung’s presence, tears falling against your cheeks. “You are every bit of good for me, Taehyung.” Tears terribly pool your lash line now, sliding your loving, desperate fingers up his neck to hold him closely, to press your bodies together and meld into one, hoping he could then see how immensely you yearn for him.
“It does not matter what house we live in, what riches we have or what gowns I do or do not wear.” Your thumbs soothe his jawline, watching Taehyung’s chocolate eyes melt right before you. “You are more than any of those material things. You are all I need, Taehyung, and I would be tremendously happy with you, every waking moment of my life. I will not be able to breathe living a life without you.”
Taehyung’s throat bobs as he swallows harshly, blinking away his tears. “Do you mean such a thing, Your Highness?”
You smile with content, nibbling on your lip as you prop onto your tip-toes, arms winding around Taehyung’s neck tighter. “Of course I do, Taehyung.” Taehyung grins as his forehead connects with yours, shutting your eyes in pure bliss.
“You are the most beautiful work of art in my life.”
Rays of the cool, iridescent moonlight break into Taehyung’s home. You feel him chuckle against your lips as you giggle in response, admiring with all your heart the manner in which the moon seems to love him. Even if your relationship has only ever existed at twilight, it left your heart beating ardently to consider the possibility that you could live in the daylight with him; you are just certain the sun would love him, too.
“Let us marry and not live here in Wisteria, Princess.” Taehyung suddenly suggests, hands softly cradling your waist and cheek as his eyes shimmer, endearingly so. The moonlight brightens his coffee eyes with warm drops of honey, eyelashes appearing as though they were previously the wings of an angel. “I only need you, my love.”
You gently chuckle, smiling widely. “Anywhere with you is where I desire to be, Taehyung.”
“Are you certain, Princess?” Taehyung’s lovable trait of checking in with you presents itself, paired with his charming, though almost puppy-like eyes spelling your downfall. “You will need to disobey your father, leave your life behind, darling. Your family, your castle and riches. I understand if you cannot join me, Princess.”
Taehyung then sends you a pained, though sincere smile, brushing your hair. “Even if you must stay and marry another man, I will still love you for an eternity.”
Biting back your tears, your lips hover over his as you find peace in his arms, a warmth that can only be akin to home. “Well, now that you’ve already mentioned our marriage, you are my family too, Taehyung.”
Taehyung smiles, though it is different from his usual smiles. It is light, airy and faint, and it communicates that his heart simply holds far too much joy to even express. “Then let us leave together, Your Highness.”
“We will need a wedding, Taehyung.”
“I believe we may throw one in Caehan, or in a kingdom far, far away.” He ever so slightly juts forward for your lips, bridging the space between you, petals brushing yours. “My family would adore you.”
Your happily lips curve then, in rapture as you breathe against him. “Until then, Taehyung.”
His lips break into a smile then too, certain that he has never loved anyone more, and will do so for as long as he lives. It is a pity he cannot read your mind, because he is unaware you feel exceptionally the same. Moonlight filters between your entangled bodies, Taehyung’s cheeks rising against you as he finally seals your mouth for an amorous kiss.
“Until then, my love.”
“Dear Brother, I have some news.”
Your older brother quirks his brows in concern, regarding you softly in your family’s stunning garden of roses. They funnily play up the princely image of your dashing brother.
“What is the matter, dear sister?”
Your fingers fidget with your pouch, visiting your brother in the very dead of night. You gulp a ball of anxiety down your throat, fretting of informing him.
“Dear brother. I will.. I wanted to inform you that I have found someone I am in love with, but I am certain father will not accept him.” You nearly shake of anxiety then, digging your nails into the balls of your hand. “And I plan to-”
“It is the painter, isn’t it?”
Eyes widening in horror, you regard your brother with a stuttering response. “I.. I do not-”
Seokjin laughs, cracking a soft, knowing smile. “Did you believe I was not aware of your leaving the castle in the middle of the night, sister?”
Your cheeks become warm then, evading your brother’s gaze as he laughs. “My suspicions had been confirmed when Taehyung suddenly parted in the middle of his speech at the ball.” He explains amusedly. “It had been conveniently after Philip led you away.”
The information leaves you baffled, never having known Taehyung abandoned the entirety of his speech to find you. He was that worried for you? Your fingers play with the family heirloom around your neck.
“I love him, Seokjin.”
He comforts you with a reassuring smile. “I know you do, dear sister.”
“I desire to be with him.. I must leave here.” Your vulnerable eyes waver as you peer at him.
Seokjin’s own eyes waver, too, watching the manner in which they become glossy under the moonlight. His vision flashes to the bandage hugging your arm, sadness within him. “I know you must.”
Without communication, without words, Seokjin easily understands you. You cannot hold back your turbulent emotions anymore, disregarding manners and simply enveloping your brother in a tight, emotional hug. He embraces you just as desperately.
“It is alright, dear sister.” Seokjin’s voice becomes weak, though it is still strong with meaning. “You must live your life the way you desire.”
His hand then cups the back of your head, sniffling as he holds you dearly. “You deserve the love of a lifetime, Y/N.”
You squeeze him tighter, tears having betrayed your eyes, though it is with a smile you speak to your brother. “Thank you, Seokjin. I pray you will find the same.”
Seokjin smiles, wiping away the moisture that threatens to succumb to gravity. “Live a wonderful life with him and never look back, dear sister.” Seokjin speaks supportively. “I will miss you dearly.”
“I will miss you more, dear brother.”
It only took tighter, sentimental hugs and shed tears in order to tear you both apart. You had silently bid farewell to your younger brothers in their sleep, and had written a note for your slumbering parents, leaving it for them by the foot of their grand door.
Seokjin had offered to assist you in taking your things to meet Taehyung, thankful to your brother for providing his support. He had helped you reach Taehyung’s prepared carriage safely. A manly discussion with your lover was had concerning his duties as your fiancé, and Taehyung with the utmost honesty and virtue, agreed to protect you with his life.
It was unfortunately time to bid Seokjin farewell for good, approaching him as you clutched your family heirloom against your chest. You begin to remove the necklace, though Seokjin quickly stops you.
“Keep it, dear sister. Something to remember us by.”
You smile with tears in your eyes, engulfing your brother in one last, final hug, before separating from him. His eyes begin to reveal their misery, though he affirms yet again before you step away.
“Live the life you have always desired, dear sister.” He tells you, wetting his lips in order to subdue his sadness, fingers holding onto yours. “I will wait until we meet again.”
And with nothing but a light nod, far too emotional to say anything else, your fingers lastly slip out of your brother’s hands. He lets you go, and you fall into Taehyung’s arm instead, who leads you towards the awaiting carriage, nodding at your brother. You both wave to him with a last goodbye, tears brimming your eyes as you fit yourself inside the carriage with the painter, hand in hand.
Taehyung holds you dearly that night, arms cradling your figure with tender support as your eyes silently give away to the tears, heart raked with grieving emotion. Though it is the possibility of a fresh, new start, the beginnings of a wonderful, wonderful adventure at bay that fills your heart with anticipation, with intrigue and eagerness.
Because your story had not yet ended, no, it has just begun. It had begun with Taehyung, your lover you had so thankfully found in the scattered midst of numerous, wandering souls all searching for a person to fill their heart.
So with confidence, you do not wish a happily ever after of your story, but rather, a once upon a time with your Prince Charming; with whom you are certain only a lifetime full of happiness awaits.
