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A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | TAEHYUNG VERSION
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In your household nothing was truly what it seemed; your mother was having an affair with her business partner, leaving your stepfather to work himself into a pit of denial. The only person who had real feelings under that roof was you. You felt disgust when your mother would blatantly lie to her husband, you felt overwhelmed and stressed because of university, and you felt the euphoria of your late night rendezvous with Taehyung.
Your stepbrother.
warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!taehyung + sub!reader, degrading, humiliation, spanking + strong language
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Two years ago
“I know this is a little out of the blue and unexpected…” Your mother was all smiles, busting at the seams with excitement as she and her boyfriend eyed each other knowingly. “But nothing is going to change you two won’t be aff—“
“Are you serious?” Taehyung angrily pinched the bridge of his nose with slender fingers, “Everything is going to change! So what now? We’re all going to be living together like one big happy fucking family—“
“Taehyung. Watch your language when you’re talking to Anita, she’s the closest thing to a mother you’ll ever have.” Wonsik, Taehyung’s father snapped, setting his fork down onto the table.
“Yeah and who’s fault is that?”
You sat there awkwardly as Taehyung and his father glared at each other with fiery eyes, neither one of them willing to back down from the argument that had ensued in a matter of seconds. Anita was your mother, and Wonsik was her boyfriend, well her fiancé now. The two decided to announce their engagement over a nice meal in a fancy restaurant, you even got all dressed up for the occasion. But Taehyung was having none of it, his hands balled into angry fists as reality sank in.
“I’m not trying to be your mother, just please respect our wishes… I want you to be a part of the wedding. I want you to accept us.” Your mother tried to reason with him, to be nice, she even went as far as extending her hand out to him over the crystal white dressed table, but to no avail.
“What about my wishes? What about Y/N’s? Have you even bothered to ask your daughter how she feels about this? Oh right, no you haven’t because you’re nothing but a self-absorb—“
“That’s enough.” Wonsik barked. “Now can we please enjoy our first meal together as a family? Without you ruining everything.”
“Fuck this.” Taehyung stood up, not sparing the table a second glance as he headed out the huge glass doors, pulling a small white box and his car keys from his pocket.
“That little—“ Wonsik growled before guzzling the remainder of his beer. “He’ll come around eventually, he always does.”
That was true. Taehyung did have a knack for overreacting, and he would probably be more at ease with the situation after a few days to calm down. But a deadly cocktail of guilt and anger simmered inside you too, as happy as you were for your mother finding love again after the disappearance of your father eight years prior, you hated what was happening. Not being able to stand it any longer you bravely stood from the table, politely excusing yourself from dinner.
“I’ll go and talk to him, you two enjoy your meal and try not to worry too much about us. I’m sure Tae will give me a ride home.” You offered them both a warm smile before grabbing your purse and leaving the building. Your stilettos clicked against the concrete outside where your eyes landed on Taehyung’s tall frame, leaning against his car, blowing cigarette smoke into the cold winter air.
“Why the hell did you have to go off like that?” You approached him quickly, snatching the car keys from his huge palm.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to follow me…” He chuckled, a smug smirk tugging at his thick lips as though he didn’t just lace into your mother right in front of your eyes. “I have to say you look stunning tonight, you always know exactly how to get me going babygirl.”
“Can you at least try and hurry up? It’s freezing.” You opened the passenger door and climbed in, ignoring the scoff that fell from Taehyung’s lips at your rushed demands.
After blowing one final perfect smoke ring into the atmosphere he opened the car door and joined you, sitting in the drivers seat. His usual leather jacket and all black attire had been long forgotten; instead he dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailor fitted slacks that stretched to accommodate his thigh muscles as he reached over to take the keys from your shaky hands. You ignored the way his touch made your heart stop and your breath quicken, deciding in that moment that you had to do it, even if you didn’t want to.
“This has to stop.” You blurted out, not daring to look him in the eye.
“Are you serious? Y/N they’re going to break up soon, my dad’s had countless women and none of them lasted—“
“They’re getting married! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?!” You yelled angrily, turning your head to look him in the eye. His big, beautiful chocolate brown eyes. “We can’t keep doing this! We can’t… We’re going to be living together, with them, we can’t risk anything else Taehyung… This—, this has to stop.” Tears threatened to cascade down your cheeks as the realisation dawned on you, you and he were soon going to be stepbrother and sister. It was all just one sick joke.
“Babe listen...” He pushed his hair back with his slender fingers, a loud sigh filled your ears before he finally turned the keys in the ignition. “We’ve managed to hide it for this long, why throw away a good thing now?”
“Because I refuse to have sex with someone who’s technically my brother!” You shoved the door open and climbed out, slamming it shut behind you before Taehyung followed you at lightning speed.
“Look at me!” His voice was gruff as he screamed into the night sky, his grip tight enough to bruise your wrists as he spun you round to face him. “We’re not related, we never have been and we never will be, we’re not breaking any genetic laws by fooling around together. Nothing has to change.”
“Taehyung please let go of me…” You struggled against his hold until you finally broke free, wanting to escape. “I can’t do this anymore… I’m sorry.”
Present Day
The shrill ring of your alarm pulled you from peaceful slumber, your eyes heavy with sleep as your tired arm eventually found the off button. To tell the truth you wanted to curl up into a ball and die, the pounding in your head only adding to your desire to stay wrapped up in the pastel bedsheets. Today was your birthday, your 20th birthday to be precise. No longer a teen but not quite an adult, a fitting age for the adolescent breakdown you were currently battling.
What to do with the rest of your life?
You checked your phone as part of your daily routine, smiling to yourself at all the messages you’d unknowingly received, most of them from close friends and classmates. As a college student you were entitled to the full weekend off as well as every other Monday, and thankfully today just so happened to be a Saturday.
As soon as you made it downstairs your heart swooned at the decorations in the kitchen, huge helium filled balloons spelled ‘H A P P Y 2 0 T H B I R T H D A Y’ and the dining table was an endless sea of gifts and cards. The smell of pancakes flooded your senses as you sat down at the table, a huge grin on your face as you began opening your first card.
“Happy birthday Y/N!” Wonsik shouted with a smile brighter than the sun, already dressed in his everyday navy work suit. “I know how much you like blueberry pancakes so I hope they’re up to standard, I know they’re not as good as your mothers but I hope you like them!”
Your heart dropped into your stomach at the mention of your mother, who had ‘worked’ every weekend for the past five months, even though her strange behaviour suggested that she could be lying about her whereabouts. For a few weeks you’d had an idea that she was having an affair with her business partner, and you couldn’t help but feel disgusted by her infidelity. Especially as Wonsik was such a good man.
“I’m sure they’re just as good, maybe even better.” You smiled, putting the half-opened envelope back down onto the table. “Why are you in your work clothes on a Saturday?”
“Oh didn’t I tell you? Oh god, sorry Y/N I’ve just been so busy I forgot—“ He placed the pancakes on a white ceramic dish before walking over to the table, placing them down in front of you. “I have to fly to Japan for a business meeting, I’ll be gone a few days so you and Taehyung will have the house to yourselves, your mom’s working away this weekend too. She left early this morning.”
“Oh.” You breathed, the idea of spending your birthday weekend alone with Taehyung was far from ideal, and the fact your mother didn’t bother to wish you a happy birthday before she left stung a lot more than you cared to admit. “Okay… That’s fine. Everybody else will be here later for the party anyway.” You smiled, taking a bite of your surprisingly delicious breakfast.
“As long as you don’t make too much mess. I’m going to say bye to Tae and then head out for my flight, I’ll be back Monday night. Have a wonderful birthday Y/N.” Wonsik reached down to kiss your cheek before dashing out the room, he was always in such a rush.
“Have a safe flight!”
No sooner than you finishing the pancakes you made a start on opening your gifts. Coming from a wealthy family it was no surprise that you had several new designer purses as well as everything a girl could dream of sat right in front of you. After opening almost 40 birthday cards from family and friends you headed over to the dishwasher to make a start on cleaning up, but a low grunt from behind you brought your figure to a standstill.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Taehyung smirked, eyeing your bare legs hungrily. “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks.” You muttered, pulling down the oversized shirt you wore for bed, trying hard to ignore his presence while you pottered around the kitchen. Living with Taehyung was unbearable at first, but over time it had gotten even worse, he was always just…there.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“I’ve got the weekend off, it’s not every day my favourite girl turns 20.” He chuckled, picking up the largest birthday card from the table with a raised brow. “To Y/N, happy 20th birthday. I hope you have a great day and an even greater party. With love, Yoongi… I didn’t realise you were having a party babyg—“
“Stop it.” You spat, lifting your icy gaze to meet his. “Don’t start with that today, I mean it. The party starts at seven, so I need you to be somewhere that isn’t here by six.”
“You’re hot when you’re pissed.” Taehyung winked, “Almost as hot as when you’re screaming my—“
“Enough! Just st—“ You groaned in frustration. “Fuck you.”
“Gladly.” He made his way over to you, backing you into the corner of the kitchen countertop before pressing his muscular arms to the cupboards above you, caging you in. “I don’t like this best friend of yours… I don’t trust him. I think I should stay for the party and make sure he doesn’t try anything…” He leaned in closer until his lips ghosted the sweet spot below your ear, “Inappropriate.”
“Don’t you have something else to be doing at your age? Like I don’t know… Moving out?” You pushed him back hard, and he moved just enough for you to leave the room without him pestering you again. Instead, you heard the dull sound of his laughter and a quiet ‘I’m only two years older than you’ as you ran upstairs and locked yourself inside your bedroom, sliding down the door.
You hated the way he smelled warm and inviting like spiced ginger, you detested the way his stupidly long eyelashes would kiss his high cheekbones every time he blinked, you despised the sickly sweet way he would say your name in his deep voice, you loathed the curves of his broad shoulders that made him struggle to fit through narrow doorways; but most importantly you hated the way your body still longed for his touch, still quivered in his presence, still ached for him to be closer.
The balcony to your bedroom was your only escape, your house was overflowing with drunk guys and girls trying to hookup with each other despite not knowing the other’s name. Before the party had even started you weren’t feeling up to celebrating, your own mother had forgotten about your apparent special day and your encounter with Taehyung in the kitchen resurfaced long suppressed memories. Everything was a mess, as it always had been.
It was decided by Yoongi almost an hour ago that you needed to get away from all of the guests and get some air, so the two of you left the party downstairs and sat with your legs between the safety railings, your limbs dangling from the balcony as you looked up at the purple night sky.
“Do you want me to stay over tonight?” Yoongi asked with a look of concern, his freshly bleached blonde hair starting to frizz from the humid weather. “We can make microwave popcorn and go through our exes social media pages again?”
“No it’s okay, thanks anyway though.” You offered him a tired laugh and welcomed the comfortable silence with open arms.
You and Yoongi had been friends for years, you were there for his first heart break and he was there for yours; even if he didn’t know the full story behind your tears. Two years ago when you broke things off with Taehyung, Yoongi didn’t pry for the answers, instead he listened to the story you’d managed to make up on the spot and let you sleep in his bed when you were too upset to go home and sleep in yours. By far he was the kindest man you had ever met, and you were beyond grateful to have him in your life, his crazy hair colours and all. As though he could read your mind he scooted closer to you, wrapping a slender arm around your shoulders as he sipped the remainder of his beer.
“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but just know I’ll always be here for you Y/N. We can talk about it whenever you’re ready.” His voice was soft as he rubbed your arm and tears welled up in the corner of your eyes at his genuine yet effortless affection.
“I think my mom is having an affair…” You mumbled, using the sleeve of your dress to catch the salty teardrops before they had chance to ruin your makeup. “She’s never here anymore, and she didn’t even say happy birthday to me today. I know what you’re thinking, ‘wow big deal she has a hardworking mom who forgot about another rotation round the sun’ but I can feel it… Something’s wrong. What if they get a divorce?” You turned to face him.
“What if they do? Y/N if their marriage is failing that’s not your fault… You know that, right?”
“I know it’s just—, nothing… I don’t know. Forget it, I’m just talking nonsense.” You lied, you knew exactly why it was bothering you so much and that only made you feel worse. Taehyung had been right all along.
“Want me to get your brother to kick everyone out?” Yoongi asked with a smile and your stomach churned at the word brother, you barely managed to catch the crazy humourless laugh that almost escaped your lips.
“Yes please.”
“Okay… Well if you don’t want me here I’m going to head home and dial for booty, you sure you’re good?” He stood up, looking down at you with worried irises as he pulled out his glossy black iPhone 7 Plus.
“I’m good.” You looked up at his tall figure towering over you, “Go. But use a condom this time for god’s sake, I’m not ready to be an aunt just yet.” You giggled, taking his hand that he had extended to you to pull you up.
“Do you think I want to go through another scare? No thanks, Min Yoongi is now the official ambassador of safe sex. I’ll even think of you when I roll it down.” He cringed at his words as he brought you to your feet, “Actually ignore that last part, I won’t be doing that.”
You mirrored his disgust with drawn together eyebrows, “Yeah definitely don’t do that, I don’t want an angry booty call coming for me because you couldn’t keep it up.”
The two of you erupted into a fit of laughter before Yoongi’s phone dinged with a notification, and judging by the look on his face he was more than happy about it. “Right I gotta go, I’ll get Tae to kick everyone out as I leave. Call me tomorrow?”
“Of course, thanks for coming tonight.”
“Don’t mention it. Happy birthday Y/N.”
Your gaze followed Yoongi as he left your bedroom, gently closing the door behind him. It wasn’t long before you heard Taehyung’s roar from downstairs, telling everybody that the party was over. Disappointed grumbles could be heard as the music was turned off, as well a short conversation between your stepbrother and best friend.
“Where’s Y/N? Is she okay?” Taehyung sounded concerned, and you imagined his wide eyes to be even wider with something that resembled surprise.
“Yeah man she’ll be fine… She just needs to forget about a few things that’s all.” Yoongi explained what you were feeling perfectly, even when he didn’t know you were listening he still managed to get everything right. You desperately needed to forget.
With his words hanging in the air you pulled your phone from your bra, a place you always kept it when wearing something without pockets, and took a leaf out of Yoongi’s book. You dialled the one person who would make you forget about your mom and her sham of a marriage, about Taehyung and how after all this time your body still wanted to be entwined with his.
“Y/N?” Jungkook answered the phone, confused.
“Are you still at the party?” You chewed your bottom lip nervously, you hated using one of your classmates as a booty call but giving he’d done the same thing to you merely a month ago you figured he wouldn’t think ill of the idea.
“Uh yeah, well I’m just about to leave actually… Why what’s up?” His confusion grew more noticeable, and you imagined him biting his thumb nail cuticle as he always did when he wasn’t sure of something.
“Do you want to fuck me?” The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening, your heart raced in your chest as you waited what felt like an eternity for Jungkook to speak up, to say something, anything.
“Which room is yours?” His voice was low and oozing seduction, you decided that he was exactly what you needed to forget about your problems, even if it was just for one night.
“The first one on the left.”
The next day you waved off Jungkook who left your house late afternoon, after being tangled up in your bedsheets for a good portion of the night, and the morning. As you closed the front door and turned around you were greeted with Taehyung’s stern face, his jawline sharp enough to kill the man he was glaring at through the window.
“I didn’t hear you come down.” You jumped, clutching at your chest before striding past him, heading into the kitchen for a much needed glass of water.
“That guy?” Taehyung followed, practically stepping on your heels. “Really Y/N? Him?”
Shrugging your shoulders you poured yourself a drink and took a sip, taking in you sparkling surroundings in the process. “Did you clean?”
“What else was I supposed to do?” He hissed through clenched teeth, “It’s not like I could get any sleep with the sound of your headboard banging against the wall every five seconds.”
“Thanks... You didn’t have to though, I would’ve cleaned.” You avoided mentioning your night with Jungkook, you figured Taehyung was mad that you didn’t tell him you were going to have company. Not to mention last night was the first time you’d ever had sex in the new house, normally you would always go to the guys house to avoid any unnecessary confrontation.
“Before or after you spent the night screwing that pretty boy?” Taehyung barked, his brows scrunched together.
“What the hell is your problem?!” You shouted, “Jungkook is a nice guy, which is a lot more than I can say about you! You’re so delusional! You’re my brother now, you can’t stop me from—“
“Stepbrother.” He reminded you firmly, his eyes cold. “And probably not for long if your mom keeps giving it up to men who aren’t my dad.” His words sent a crimson red wave of anger coursing through your blood, so much so you turned away from him.
“I’m going to bed.” You scoffed, grabbing a fresh bottle of water out the fridge.
“Why? Can’t you handle the truth? It’s obvious your mom—“
“No actually.” You turned on your heel and smiled, “Because my hips are aching from the hold Jungkook had on them last night…and this morning. So if you don’t mind I’m going to go upstairs and sleep it off, and as an added bonus I won’t have to look at your face for the rest of the day.”
Taehyung was visibly taken back by your words, there was a time you would’ve never spoken to him like that, a time when he was the reason your body ached on a Sunday morning, a time when he wasn’t living under the same roof as you, a time when things were easier. You loved rendering him speechless, it was such a rare occurrence that you’d almost forgotten what he looked like without his smug signature smirk. Almost.
“Goodnight.” You swayed your hips as you sauntered away, heading straight upstairs to make a phone call you’d promised to.
Throwing yourself onto the bed you scrolled down your notifications, many of which thanking you for the party the night before, others were belated birthday messages. Your mother had sent you a quick happy birthday message, along with an apology that she couldn’t make it. As much as you didn’t want to believe your instinct, and as much as you wanted to think that she was hard at work and not with another man, deep down you knew the truth. And so did Taehyung. Eventually you dialled Yoongi, who to your surprise answered on the first ring.
“Hello sunshine.” He sounded much happier than he usually did on a Sunday, you noticed.
“Well someone’s in a good mood.” You chuckled, tossing the covers over your figure until you were wrapped up and practically buried beneath the sheets.
“I could say the same about you, I saw Jungkook make a dash for your bedroom last night. Care to explain?” Yoongi didn’t approve of you sleeping with Jungkook because he knew you had classes together, but then again he didn’t approve of you sleeping with well…anyone.
“It was a spur of the moment booty call, and it probably won’t be happening again any time soon. How’d your night go with whats-her-face anyway?”
“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell Y/N.” He chuckled.
“A real gentleman doesn’t call himself a gentleman.” You rolled your eyes.
“You got me there.” He laughed and the sound brought a smile to your face, “How are you feeling today? About your mom.” His voice turned cautious yet still caring.
“Oh…” You sighed, feeling like the weight of the world was crushing your shoulders. “I still feel disgusted, I mean how could she do that to Wonsik? He’s such a nice man… And what will happen if they get divorced? Or if they even get divorced. I- I don’t know… Everything is so up in the air and I hate it.”
“Yeah I can get that, do you think you’ll confront her about it?”
“…I don’t know, maybe? But what if she isn’t and I’m just the world’s worst daughter ever—“
“Try not to worry too much about it Y/N. Only approach her if you have proof to back it up, why don’t you ask Taehyung and see if he’s noticed anything suspicious?” Yoongi asked, blissfully unaware of your history with your so called stepbrother.
“He thinks she’s having an affair too, well at least I think he does…” Your stomach twisted remembering his exact words, so cold and bitter, so hurtful.
“Ahh… You sound tired, forget about it for now and get some rest. Jungkook must’ve really done a number on you.” He scoffed, almost in disbelief.
And to be honest there was no denying that Jungkook was good in bed, but that was it…he was good. He didn’t light your skin ablaze like Taehyung used to, he didn’t wear you down to nothing within a matter of minutes, and he wasn’t as delicious as the forbidden fruit you lusted for. Bottom line was, he would never be Taehyung.
“Yeah okay. Can you give me a ride on Tuesday?” Yoongi wasn’t in any of your classes but he attended the same college.
“Of course. Talk soon Y/N.” The phone went dead, and it wasn’t long before the weight of your eyelids pulled you into a silent slumber.
That night you dreamt of Taehyung, the way you wanted him to be. His big palms roaming your figure, gripping you tightly by the waist, by the hips, by the wrists. His mouth ghosting your lips, your neck, everywhere. It wasn’t until you woke the next day that you realised it wasn’t a dream at all, but a memory.
A few weeks had passed and everything was back to normal, with the exception of your stepbrother. Your mother returned from her suspicious business trip and Wonsik had flown back from Japan. College was as stressful as ever, exams keeping you in the walls of your bedroom every night as you tried your hardest not to fail. You and Jungkook had hooked up twice since your birthday, both times at his place as you didn’t want to risk being caught by your mother, or worse, Taehyung.
Normally Taehyung would flirt with you privately, make suggestive comments or even try and make a pass at you if nobody was around, but not anymore. He was never home, busying himself with his work and spending most nights on his best friend Namjoon’s sofa. It was a mystery to Wonsik, and to your mother. To tell the truth it was even a mystery to you, ever since you exploded at him in the kitchen he hadn’t breathed a word to you, which was out of character for him to say the least.
It was a regular Tuesday afternoon and you’d just arrived home from college after sitting yet another exam, however your plans to spend the night relaxing in a bubble bath with a large glass of wine seemed about as realistic as a flying pig. Wonsik and your mother had taken an impromptu vacation to India together, meaning you were home alone for the next couple of days. As much as you enjoyed your space, you despised staying in such a big house by yourself; but as the fates had it you weren’t entirely alone that day.
“Taehyung? What are you doing here?” You frowned, eyes wide and confused when his presence in the kitchen startled you.
“I live here.” He grumbled with a mouth full of chicken, putting the left over sandwich meat back in the fridge.
He looked so different. His hair was longer than before, shaggier even as his bangs hung over his eyes. His shoulders were wider and his favourite plain black shirt seemed tighter on his body. You noticed that he’d definitely been working out when his bicep flexed slamming the fridge door, before looking at you with dark, almost unrecognisable eyes.
“What are you doing here? Don’t you have exams or something?”
“Um, I-, yeah… They let us leave once we’re done.” You explained, setting your bag down on the dining table. “I’m going upstairs to get a bath, I don’t know if you’ll still be here by the time I’m finished so… It was good to see you, you should come by more often… Your dad’s worried about you.”
“I’m 22 years old, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Taehyung scoffed, closing the distance between your figures until he was within arms distance. “How was your day?”
“…What? You really drove all the way here to eat our food and make small talk?” You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest.
“Guess so.” He smirked, raising his brow knowingly. “You look good Y/N, I like this dress.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and you couldn’t help but think he looked so handsome like this, nor did you miss the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he drank in your appearance.
“You look good too.” You said softly, eyes tracing his sharp jaw as he smirked.
“I miss you.” He was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him, his hooded stare dark and lonely and fixed solely on you. The words stirred something familiar inside you, and it was wrong, you knew it was wrong, but you missed him too.
“Stop staying at Namjoon’s so much and come home once in a while then.” You chuckled, unfolding your arms to mindlessly toy with the hem of your wine red dress.
“No, I miss you.” He emphasised the word ‘you’ by closing his hands around your wrists loosely, to stop you from fidgeting. “You’re nervous.”
You’d be lying if you said his touch didn’t affect you anymore, you’d be lying if you said his cologne didn’t smell like home, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave more of him. It was a constant battle between right and wrong; on one hand you wanted him, all of him. On the other hand you knew you shouldn’t revisit the past, you’d both moved on with your lives and didn’t need each other anymore, or so you kept telling yourself.
“Taehyung—“
“Are you expecting company tonight?” His question caught you off guard, earning you to stutter in surprise.
“N-no? No.” You frowned, confused. Maybe you should’ve lied to him and said you did have company coming over, maybe you should’ve done a lot of things.
Using his forefinger he pulled your chin up to face him, parting your lips with a swipe of his thumb. “I know you miss me too… Two years is a long time to go without something you want.”
“We can’t—, Everything is different now.” You breathed, desperately trying to ignore the way your stomach was in a frenzy over his simple touch before you turned your face away from him.
“It doesn’t have to be. I know you want this, I know you miss the way I can make you feel.” He held a sinister smile as he raked his hand past your jaw onto the nape of your neck. “Why are you still fighting this? No one has to know babygirl.”
His long forgotten pet name for you sent waves of lust crashing over and coursing through your body, the end of your resolve was approaching faster than you wanted to admit, especially after two long years without him. From the way he looked at you, so dark and hungry; to the way your core throbbed with anticipation every time he touched you. You’d been here before, in front of Taehyung, the same carnal desires fuelling the fire of your toxic relationship, threatening to engulf you both in flames.
“I do miss you, but you know we can’t—“
He pulled your hair back, hard, earning you to hiss out into thick air between your bodies. Soon after his lips found your neck, the exposed skin quickly becoming a fresh canvas for his favourite work of art. He bit down on the sweet spot below your ear and followed it with an openmouthed kiss, taking the flesh between his teeth as he decorated your skin with mouth shaped bruises. A whispered moan escaped you and you felt his lips curve into a smirk against the area he’d already marked. If it wasn’t for the agonising emptiness you felt perhaps you would’ve pushed him away and stuck to your guns, perhaps you would’ve done a lot of things.
“Taehyung…”
“Bedroom. Now.” His words were icy and cold, a contrast to his hot breath against your neck.
In that moment you allowed history to repeat itself, one moment of weakness was one moment too much as your body yearned for who it belonged to, who it had always belonged to. Walking up the staircase with a coy smile you had to remind yourself to breathe, a mixture of excitement and and nostalgia brewing inside you as you turned to Taehyung’s bedroom.
“Not mine, yours.” He ordered, opening the white wooden door to your privacy.
After stepping over the threshold he closed the door behind him, leaving you both stood in the centre of the room merely a metre apart, heart racing wildly as Taehyung walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge and gesturing for you to join him. Following his unspoken instructions you stood patiently between his open legs, your knees growing weaker by the second.
“Is this where you fucked him?” He spat, looking over his shoulder to the metal headboard and countless pillows and throw cushions.
“Y-yes.” You whispered, you’d never truly thought about the repercussions of sleeping with Jungkook until it was too late, your punishment was imminent.
“Mm.” Taehyung hummed before unbuckling his leather belt, “How many times did you fuck him here?”
“Three.” The jealousy in his eyes sent a rush of heat straight between your legs, he had always been possessive of you but you’d never seen him like this before. It was undeniably one of the most attractive things you’d ever seen in your life. You wanted him to touch you, you needed him to.
“How many times have you fucked him in total?” He pulled his belt out of the designated loops and wrapped it once round his knuckles. Even after all this time you knew exactly what he was going to do to you, and to say you were excited about it would be an understatement.
“S-six. Six.” You blinked nervously, not daring to look him in the eye.
“You know what pisses me off the most?” He chuckled darkly. “Not the fact you fucked another guy in this house, not the fact you’ve being screwing some lowlife college student instead of me. But the fact you bragged about it to me the next day…To my fucking face. You bragged about the fact somebody else got to touch what’s mine.”
“I’m s—“
“Did I say you could speak? Someone’s gotten brave over the years…” He scoffed humourlessly. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes.” You whispered, it was impossible to forget anything that had happened between you and the man in front of you. The memories alone had you pressing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that was building at rapid speed.
“Get over here.”
And you did, bending yourself over his seated legs so your ass was high in the air. Within seconds Taehyung hiked up your dress to your waist, exposing your bare skin and black thong. A growl ratted inside his chest above you as he palmed the flesh of your asscheeks, taking his time to knead the muscles. It felt so good to have him finally touch you again, you hadn’t even kissed him and you were already more aroused than you were any night you’d spent with Jungkook.
“Count.” He spat, bringing his leather bound hand down onto your ass, delivering a ruthless spank that splayed out across both asscheeks due to the long remainder of the leather belt.
“One.” Your voice was quiet as your reddened skin cried out in pain.
“Louder.” Another slap.
“Two.” You moaned shamelessly, finding the cocktail of pain and pleasure absolutely exhilarating.
“Sounds like someone’s enjoying her punishment a little too much.” He added more force behind his hand, and you whimpered as the tight belt cracked against you again.
“T-three.”
“What was his name?” Taehyung already knew the answer, but for some reason wanted to hear you say it anyway.
“Jungkook…” You whispered with equal parts shame and curiosity, winning yourself another hard spank.
“Four.” Tears welled in your eyes at the sting of each hit, the pain almost unbearable.
“Mm. Do you belong to him?” He asked with another slap, even harder than the last, if that was humanly possible.
“No… Fi-five.” You were certain that you wouldn’t be able to sit down tomorrow as your asscheeks throbbed, begging for him to stop, the soreness of your body already testing your usually high pain tolerance.
“Who do you belong to?” His question was rhetorical as he already knew the answer, you both did. But when you didn’t answer him he cleared his throat and hit you one final time, his hand heavier than ever.
“Six. You… I belong to you.” You breathed, tears flowing down your face as he tossed the sharp leather away and began rubbing soothing circles where you were the most red.
“Nobody takes a spanking as well as my babygirl does, but don’t make me do that again.” His voice was low and dangerous as he gripped you by the scalp, pulling your face up to see you properly. “Look at you crying over your punishment… Pathetic. If you don’t want to be punished maybe you shouldn’t whore yourself around.” He let go of your hair and gripped your waist, picking you up effortlessly before flinging you onto the bed beside him.
“You’re mine.” He climbed on top of you and crushed his plump lips against yours for the first time in two years. He tasted exactly how you remembered him, like cigarettes and spearmint, a unique flavour you subconsciously craved. Snaking your hands up to his long hair you tugged slightly on the strands as you kissed him back, winning a groan to fall from his mouth and land into yours.
Without warning he bit down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and when you opened your mouth to protest in pain he slid his tongue past you lips, entwining it with yours. Muscle memory took over and immediately you remembered exactly how he liked to be kissed, giving him the control and dominance he craved as your fingers traced the sharpness of his jaw.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He panted between lewd, messy kisses. “Fuck—, I’ve missed you so fucking much.” His lips made their way down to your jaw as you writhed beneath his weight, pushing your hips up to meet his hardening crotch in desperation. Taehyung kissed your jaw, your earlobe, your neck, your collarbones…Until he was pulling your dress over your head and tossing it behind him.
“So beautiful.” His eyes dragged up your body dressed in only your underwear, there was something so thrilling about him being fully dressed while the cool air kissed your bare skin. But you didn’t feel vulnerable or insecure around him, you loved how dominant he was, you always had. “And all mine.”
“Taehyung, please—“ You begged, what for you were uncertain, pulling him down by his collar to crash your lips together once more. The coil in your stomach was already tightening, arousal seeping onto your thong as he boxed your head in between his strong arms, holding his weight above you.
“Two years.” He groaned, rolling his hips against yours. “Two years you’ve walked around wearing outfits I could practically see through, knowing I couldn’t touch you, bending over right in front of my face, eating meals at the table without wearing a bra… You’ve been such a little slut Y/N.”
“What are you going to do about it?” You teased, playfully biting your lip as you looked up at him innocently, knowing how much it drove him wild.
“Fuck.” He whispered, eyes blown with hunger. “You’re lucky I’ve missed you too much to really punish you babygirl, but when I’m done with you, you won’t be walking anywhere.”
You moaned at his words, it was crazy how even his voice could nearly send you over the edge. Reaching for the hem of his shirt you swiftly pulled it over his head, mussing up his hair in the process. Your eyes drank in everything he had to offer, every curve of every muscle, each freckle on his tanned skin. He was beautiful, breathtakingly so, and in that moment he was all yours.
“Like what you see?” He quirked his brow, lowering his lips to the valley between your breasts, his Gucci silver chain he always wore cold on your skin as it tickled your stomach. Pulling you up he reached one hand round your back, expertly unclasping and ridding you of your bra as though it was nothing. He always was good at that, he was good at everything.
Lips encased one of your nipples as he laid you back down, sucking feverishly at the hardening nub until you were a moaning mess. Using his palms he kneaded your breasts, earning them to almost disappear in his inhumanely large hands, fingertips gently grazing your other nipple.
“Oh my—, Taehyung…” You whispered as your back arched involuntarily, pushing your chest impossibly closer to him. His mouth curved into a smile before he lightly ran the tip of his tongue over the sensitive area, winning himself a whimper to fall from your parted lips. “Don’t stop…” You whined as he pulled away, diverting his attention to your stomach.
“Look at how perfect you are…” He murmured against your bellybutton, hands roaming the sides of your figure as he scattered warm openmouthed kisses on every inch of your exposed skin. “Fuck… And this—“ He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your thong, “This is all I’ve thought about for the past two years. Two years. You drive me crazy Y/N… So fucking crazy.” He groaned, tearing your underwear off in one swift movement, leaving you naked and displayed only for him.
“I want you… I want you so bad.” You borderline sobbed, his teasing proving too much for the pent up frustration and desire residing deep within you.
Instead of giving you a witty reply or making you beg like you expected him to, he nestled his head between your legs and licked one agonisingly slow stripe up the centre of your folds; leaving the very tip of his tongue pressed against your clit.
“Taeh—!“ You gasped, your fingers delving into the depths of his messy hair.
You felt his lips twitch into a small smile before he started to kitten lick the throbbing muscle, his featherlight movements sending you to another dimension of euphoria. It had been so long since you’d felt him this way, so intimate and close. Hooking his forearms under your thighs he held you in place as he buried his face into your core, drunk in lust as the speed of his tongue started to increase; flicking licking and sucking you until you were a panting mess.
“Oh my g— Tae—“ You tried your hardest to will away the intense sensation in your stomach, warming your lower half until it was almost white hot. But Taehyung was too good, no matter how hard you tried to push your orgasm away, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. “Tae seriously—“ You moaned desperately. “I’m going to co—“
“Good.” He grunted, sucking your clit even harder. You were no match for his tongue, or the obscene noises that filled the room. A wash of pleasure rushed over you until you were screaming out into the bedroom, your core pulsing as you came harder than ever before. He held you down with his hands, still lapping at your sensitive area, to the point of it being uncomfortable.
“Tae—“ You tried to wriggle away from his mouth but his grip was too strong, as were the flicks of his tongue, somehow managing to sweep you to a second, more powerful orgasm within less than 30 seconds as you were already sensitive from the one before.
“Fuck!” You mewled, eyes scrunched up so tightly that water leaked from the corners as you came. Even breathing was harder when your walls wouldn’t stop contracting around nothing, you were gasping for air and Taehyung still didn’t stop. Instead he shifted one of his arms and pushed a slender finger into your core, curving it at the exact spot you needed it, as though he knew your body like the back of his hand. “But I’ve alre—“
“You’re done when I say you’re done. Understood?” He peered up at you with hooded eyes and your heart swelled in your chest and blood heat slammed into your soaking centre, he was so naturally dominant and you loved every second of it. As soon as you nodded he set himself back to work, bringing you to a third orgasm that had his name ripping from your throat as you pulsed around his finger, his lips red and swollen as he finally peeled his face away from between your legs.
“Are you still on the pill?” He asked out of breath and you nodded. Soon after he was taking out his glistening finger from your walls and bringing it up to your mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. Without hesitation you took his finger into your mouth and slowly sucked off your juices, not missing the way his brows came together as he bit down on his plump lips.
“So fucking dirty…” He groaned, pulling his finger from you with a loud pop noise, leaving a string of saliva to dribble down your chin. “Get on your knees.” He ordered, and you obeyed.
No sooner than you kneeling on the bed Taehyung closed the distance between your bodies, his thick denim clad thighs pressed against the back of yours as he rubbed your ass with one hand, unzipping his pants with the other. His sigh of relief filled your ears and you couldn’t help but wonder how long his erection had been causing him discomfort, he was probably hard this entire time but didn’t say anything. The idea of him taking care of your needs before his own made your stomach tighter and heart quicken.
“I’ll show you who you fucking belong to.” With the sound of your tiny broken whimpers ringing in his ears he pushed every inch of himself into you, burying himself inside the warmth of your walls in one slick movement. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as he slid out of you, giving you no time to adjust to his huge size before slamming himself back into you.
“Oh my god, Tae—“ You cried, eyes squeezed shut as the tip of his length repeatedly banged into your cervix. It was painfully deep, so much so you could feel him inside your stomach as he continued his assault at rapid speed.
“You’re so fucking tight, that pretty boy can’t be very big if you’ve gotten tighter.” Taehyung growled, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, maybe even break bones. “Mm? Who’s bigger? Me or him?” His tone was venomous as he claimed you, each snap of his hips growing more possessive than the last.
“Y-you are.” You stammered, your arms shaking as you struggled to hold your weight upright.
“Fucking hell you feel, mmph, amazing… Did you let him fuck you this hard?” He had the coil inside you tightening with both pain and pleasure with each merciless thrust.
“No… Only you can—” Your arms gave out, you were too tired after three orgasms to keep yourself in position but Taehyung didn’t see that as a bad thing. Instead he gripped both your hands with one of his and placed them on the small of your back, leaving your face smushed into the sex stained bedsheets as you sobbed, choking out the answers he demanded.
“Are you going to fuck him again? Or have you learned your lesson?” He hissed, squeezing your wrists tightly as he pounded into you, your ass becoming even more sore and bruised from the repeated pressure of his pelvic bone smashing into you.
“I only want you!” You managed to choke out, the sensation of having him drilling against your sweet spot proving all too much as the white hot fire returned, threatening to wash over you. “Tae I’m going—“
Before you could warn him properly his hand let go of your wrists, suddenly flying to your scalp at lightning speed before he pulled your limp body all the way up, until your back moulded against his broad chest and you could feel his ragged breath on your ear. “I want you to think about him whilst you come babygirl, cause’ this is the last fucking time he’ll be on your mind when you’re getting fucked. You got that?”
His jealousy mixed with the fullness inside you brought forward your fourth orgasm, rippling through your body as your head fell back in pleasure, resting on Taehyung’s shoulder. Snaking his free hand round your middle he held you in place as your boneless body recovered from the intensity of your undoing. For the first time in two years you were seeing stars, unable to move as you had the life fucked out of you, barely being able to catch your breath, just having to take each and every hard thrust.
“Two fucking years.” He grunted, barely audible over your desperate mewls as he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple. “I’ve waited two years for this, do you have any idea what that’s done to me? I touched myself every night thinking of you, like this, your pussy wrapped around my cock like the good little slut you are. Did you think about me babygirl?”
“Y-yes.” You panted, gripping his hand that held your waist tightly. “Every day.”
“You’re mine. All mine. And I’m all yours. You got that?” His thrusts became messy languid and you knew he was close, his breath shallow and hoarse in your ear.
“I’m all yours.” You pushed your hips back onto him, the new angle even deeper than before as he hit your cervix one last time, spilling his seed with a guttural moan.
It was almost midnight when you woke in Taehyung’s arms, the two of you tangled in bedsheets. The sky outside was a deep shade of purple and muffled voices could be heard in the distance. You wondered if it was a group of friends roaming the streets after a social drink, perhaps even a couple who were returning home from date night. Regret weighed heavily on your body when you rolled over to face him, your figure tired, bruised and sore, all of which due to him.
He was sleeping peacefully, his pouted mouth slightly ajar as light snores filled the little space between you. One arm was underneath your head as a makeshift pillow and the other was draped over your waist, his hand resting on the space between your bare shoulder blades. His eyelids fluttered open with a small but noticeable smile.
“I could get used to waking up like this…” His morning voice was the sexiest thing in the world to you, but not even that could distract you from the events that had occurred that day.
“What have we done…” You whispered, your throat dry from all the screaming and moaning.
“We had sex, amazing, mind-blowing, maybe a little rougher than we used to have s—“
“Taehyung I’m serious.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, using your arm to cover up your exposed chest.
“Look…” He pulled you closer to him, encasing you in his arms. “The way I see it is we started fucking before our parents got married, we didn’t grow up together and there’s no blood that ties us together. Why should we feel guilty about something we both want?”
“What if people find out?” You were panicking now, barely able to look at him as all you could think about was how Yoongi had referred to him as ‘your brother’ at your birthday party. What you had done was wrong, you knew it, he knew it, and yet you still laid there in his arms, counting the freckles on his face as though this was the first time you were really seeing him.
“They won’t.”
“But how do you know—“
“Y/N listen to me.” He squeezed your middle reassuringly, “I won’t let that happen. It’s not like we forced our parents to get married, it just happened. Like we just happened, both then and now.”
“What do you suggest we do now?” You shyly reached up to his face, fingertips lightly brushing his tousled hair from chocolate brown irises.
“Round two?” He winked and you smacked his chest.
“You should sleep in your room though, just in case they come back early...” You tried to hide the disappointment in your voice, truth be told you wanted him to sleep next to you. But you knew that it was too risky.
“You worry too much.” He grumbled before pressing his lips to yours, taking your breath away with an openmouthed kiss.
You knew it was wrong, yet neither of you could deny that in some ways, it felt right.
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