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— a little flirting won’t hurt | kth (m)

Who would’ve thought that flirting with Jimin would bring you to the knees in front of Taehyung instead of Jimin?

Pairing : Taehyung x Reader

Genre : Smut | Friends to Lovers | Idiots to Lovers | Roommate!AU | Bartender!AU

Rating : 18+

Disclaimer : This story is a work of fiction. Description of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. Everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

Word count : 9k+

Author Note :

new year fic 💌 and i was fighting with tumblr to make this post appear on the tags result 🚮 and turns out it was bcs of the banner :’) so @leemien had to make a new one for me and presumably a bit more appropriate .. or i’ll js leave this w/o banner.. </3

anyway.. thanking my lovelies (lee), weny, tease, sha (and her bf) for beta reading this <3 and to ana and nimi for being there to help me pull myself together 😟

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Warnings : This story deals with explicit sexual scene, mentions of alcohol names, alcohol consumption and perhaps a bit of inaccurate information about alcohol (since I don’t drink and this is just google based information 🥲).

Sexual scenes warnings : Unprotected sex (be sure to wrap it before you tap it, guys), kissing (and i mean a lot of it), marking and biting, finger fucking, oral sex m&f receiving, cum eating, creampie, overstimulation, (lots of) praising (because i’m a hoe for it), worshipping, nipple play, dirty talk… and I think that’s all.

Dedication : To Tease who has been urging me to write smut.

Home sweet home.

After hours staying at the college, you’re finally at the front of your apartment’s door. This morning, your lecturer has tasked you and the other students with two written assignments and soon you’ll have an oral presentation. It’s a pair work - the oral - and you had stayed back with your partner to work on it because you couldn’t discuss it with her at night since you have a night shift this week.

The assignments are luckily due next week, precisely two days from today. You and your partner's discussion didn’t take a lot of time because the oral is all about fact discussion and it relies on your own research but you decided to stay back a little longer to finish one assignment so you’d only be left with another one.

You punch in the passcode to your door and immediately get in. Right now you want nothing more than to flop on your bed and rest. There’s still a few hours before your shift at the bar and since it’s night shift, sleeping is essential especially when you don’t take any caffeine lately.

“I’m drained,” you sigh.

“That’s not what people used to say when they get into the house, you know?” Taehyung grins.

Beauty is subjective, you see, but Taehyung is definitely the definition of human beauty. His face proportions are perfect and a body that is sculptured by the god himself. How can he look so fine in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants? His brown tousled hair falls right before his eyes. God his hair looks so fluffy too.

“I’m home,” you grunt.

“That’s more like it,” he smirks before making his way back to the living room and flops on the couch. “You’re awfully late today.”

You wave him off with “assignments” as you, too, join him on the couch, your bag is abandoned at the end of the couch. The screen is showing the crime documentary that Taehyung had been binging on recently.

Taehyung is your roommate who’s also your best friend, attends the same college as you and is a good friend of your boss, the owner of the bar you’re currently working at. You’re grateful to have met with Taehyung - despite all the hardships you had to face while breaking his wall and getting used to him.

It all starts with you being a broke student who wants to find a place to stay near your college with a rent within your range and Taehyung who happens to be looking for a roommate. It was not easy at all, to get accustomed to Taehyung and his whole house rules. You were so close to moving out of his house just because you couldn’t stand him and his pettiness and find another place, another roommate, but you pulled yourself together and it’s safe to say you’re numb to his pettiness and actually get along with him.

“You have work today?” Taehyung asks - though you are sure he knows the answer to it.

Still, you answer him albeit lazily. “Yeah. Night.”

You are exhausted, your energy bar is red and negative. Your eyes are begging to be closed and it doesn’t take a lot of persuasions for it to happen. Taehyung is talking about something but you didn’t catch it as your eyelids start to get heavier as seconds pass. You barely register his voice calling you as you let the darkness consume you and you drift into the dreamland.

“Taehyung!” You whine. “Why didn’t you wake me up, you twat!”

Why did you think Taehyung would be kind enough to wake you up for work? You are left with less than one hour before your shift starts and it takes at least thirty minutes for you to get ready and another thirty minutes for you to reach your workplace on foot. You would thank him for putting a blanket over you but you would smack him for not waking you up on purpose.

Taehyung sits on a stool near the kitchen island, a glass of water in hand as he listens to your rambling and nagging. He loves to rile you up in whatever ways possible and this is one of them.

It wasn’t on purpose actually, but you claimed that he did it on purpose so he’s being kind enough to play along and entertain you. He woke up a few minutes before you and noticed that you were already late. He reached out for his phone and texted Jin, your boss, to inform you might be late and he pushed himself off the couch. Nothing is actually going to happen if you’re late since he had informed your boss, you’re just overreacting - minus the fact that you didn’t know.

Exactly thirty minutes after you’ve woken up, you’ve finished getting ready. Your outfit is simple; a black turtleneck sweater with a black pencil skirt that hugs your curves and stops a few inches from your knees. From the look of it, Taehyung is ready to head somewhere too as you see him lounging in the living room. He’s going for all black as he wears his favourite black leather jacket with a plain black shirt underneath and black trousers.

“You’re going to the bar today?” You ask.

Taehyung is a frequent customer at the bar you work at and a close friend of the bar owner, Seokjin, your boss. It’s safe to say he’s a frequent customer only because he’s a close friend of your boss and he enjoys drinking as if that is what makes him alive. He loves feeling the burn at the back of his throat when he downs the alcoholic drinks though it’s not an everyday activity for him as he still loves his liver. Sometimes he’s at the bar just to accompany you - which is kind of him - and just to chill out.

You had accepted the job as a bartender for two reasons, one is because you needed money and Taehyung offered to help you get the bartender work so you definitely couldn’t decline an opportunity right under your nose. Two, you wanted to try it out - being a bartender - this is the first time you work as a bartender and it’s new to you but Seokjin and your other co-workers have been kind enough to guide you.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “But not willingly. Jungkook forces me to come.”

Jungkook is Taehyung’s friend, who you also consider as your friend though not as close as you to Taehyung. Jungkook is the same age as Taehyung which means he’s a year older than you. You rarely bump into him at college but you both know of each other’s existence given the times he had come over to your apartment just to have dinner because apparently, he’s saving money.

“Anyway, you done? Let’s go then.”

Let’s— Huh?

“Oh my god,” you gasp excitedly as you catch on to his words. “You’re giving me a ride today?”

Taehyung stares at you for a good few seconds before an idea pops into his head. You pray to god to protect this young man from the devil or the evil - or maybe it’s too late - because you know he’s up to no good when that devilish smile creeps on his face.

“Taehyung, I swear to—”

“On a second thought, maybe no. You called me a twat just now,” he smirks as he takes his car key and stride to the door. “Go on your foot, twat.”

Remember when you had mentioned Taehyung is a petty bitch? Yes, this is it.

“Taehyung!!” You whine as you stomp your way to follow him.

He’s joking, right?

Yeah, he’s joking.

“You’re so petty, you know that?” You grumble, opening your locker.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night, sweetheart.” He didn’t miss a beat as he pinched your cheek.

“Taehyung!” You slap his arm light-heartedly. Pinching your cheeks has been a habit of Taehyung that he had picked up a few months ago. It’s an endearing gesture, his words, not mine.

“Be grateful you’re not late,” Taehyung taunts as he saunters to the exit of the staff room. “Twat.”

Very petty.

A few moments before, you had rushed here to be on time - with Taehyung giving you a slow and chill ride - only for your boss to be baffled as he saw you rushing and out of breath. Technically, you did run here since that roommate of yours decided to park a bit far away from the bar because there’s no other parking spot which was a lie.

Seokjin told you that you told him you were going to be late and it’s your turn to be confused as he said he had expected you to arrive a few minutes later, not on time. You narrowed every possibility and it landed on one and only Taehyung.

When you hear the door shut and Taehyung is out of sight, you roll your eyes and grab your apron from the locker. It’s a black leather apron with the bar’s name embedded on the top right chest area. The apron smoothly goes over your head and settles on your neck and you tie the strips at the side of the apron to the small of your back.

You walk to the door and out to your workspace.

The bar is the vibe and the people in the bar are the vibe. The bar is the place where you let loose of yourself, enjoy yourself and live your life to the fullest. That’s another reason why you accepted the offer to work at a bar. Once in a while, you want to have fun - not the drink till you're the drunk type of fun but instead, you actually enjoy watching people have fun as if the night is still young.

As soon as you walk out of the staff room, a heavy smell of alcohol fills your nostrils and heavy music fills the whole bar. Naked by Doja Cat is playing as you stride towards the back of the counter. Seokjin’s bar or you could call, Picturesque, is lively, trendy and… chaotic - in a good way. His bar gives off an upbeat, friendly and even sexy atmosphere. Most of the students from your college often come to this bar to either throw a party or to hang out - and get wasted.

The interior design of Picturesque screams extravagant and modern. The furniture is mostly in black, brown or beige. As soon as you get behind the bar counter, you see that Minnie, your co-worker, is already there preparing drinks. She notices your presence and winks at you. Breaking into a small laugh at her randomness, you walk towards her.

“Damn, is that Sazerac?” You look over her shoulder, recognising the drink she had just slid over to the customer.

“She asked for something strong,” Minnie shrugs, wiping her hands. “I’ve been wanting to make that drink, you know? Haven’t done it in a while.”

“One Long Island, please,” the guy that sits on one of the stool orders.

“Do you want to take that order or…” Minnie asks.

“I’ll take that,” you tell her and you turn to the guy. “Right away, sir.”

You catch Taehyung staring at you when you are about to turn and get a glass. He’s with Jungkook and a couple of guys - who you assume are from your college too - that you’re not familiar with. Lips mouthing a “what” at him and he only chuckles at that. You roll your eyes and turn to make the drink. When you turn again, you notice some girls coming to his table but you didn’t manage to recognise who it is as Minnie calls for you.

Jealousy is really a disease.

But what about unexplained jealousy?

It’s a lethal disease.

“(Y/N)?” Minnie nudges you. “The glass is going to break.”

“Bollocks,” you huff as you look at the glass in your grasp. “I didn’t even hold it too tight.”

The entire scene happening in front of you is definitely not a scene you’d like to witness. A girl’s hands all over your roommate’s body, her curves pressing over him, trying to push up her breast as you assume maybe to impress Taehyung and downright flirting albeit Taehyung looks unbothered - way too unbothered.

“If looks could murder, yours would,” Seokjin appears out of nowhere. It's a habit of his to suddenly walk up to the bar and sometimes he would act like a customer and you didn’t even notice.

Seokjin is a man in his thirties albeit looking like in his twenties. God has his favourite and this man, your boss, happens to be the favourite. His black silky mullet hair looks so perfect on him. You don’t think you could ever want to look at any man with a mullet except for Seokjin - or maybe Taehyung too. Don’t let you get started on his lips that gets any women and sometimes even men envy it. Seokjin’s lips are perfect; pillowy, pink, plump and perfectly sculpted.

“Shut it, Jin,” you huff. “Were you about to pretend like you’re a customer again?”

“No,” he grunts. You always recall that event and he is starting to think you’re being petty - for sure you had picked that up from Taehyung after living under one roof for some time now.

“I was bored in my space so I decided to check on you,” he places a hand on his chest. “Can’t you see I’m such a caring boss? You should forget that incident. You’re being petty like Taehyung, you know?”

You roll your eyes. “I’m anything but like Taehyung.”

“Yeah? Tell that to me again once you stop gripping the glass. It’s really about to break now.”

It’s Minnie’s turn to jump into the conversation. It looks like she had just finished serving a drink for a customer. She sends a wink at Seokjin and he mutually sends it back - their way of greetings.

“What are you jealous about?” Minnie asks.

“Jealous?” You frown at her. “Who said I’m jealous?”

Minnie looks in the direction you’re looking to and nods knowingly. She and Seokjin share a look before the man speaks. “(Y/N),” He points at his face. “Your face says a lot, in case you don’t know.”

“Don’t act as if you didn’t have a crush on Taehyung!” Minnie nudges you playfully. “You literally talked for hours about how much you like him, adore him, even wants to fu—”

“Shut it, Minnie!” You hiss. “I was drunk.”

“I know about it too,” Seokjin points out. “And it’s not like it’s a secret that you like Taehyung.”

“It is a secret between us!” You scold him.

“Whatever,” Minnie rolls her eyes. “Did you even think of confessing?”

“No. Why would I?”

The thought of confessing did cross your mind sometimes but it always vanished because Taehyung just didn’t catch on to your hints. You are kind enough to drop some hints that you like him - or maybe your hints were too subtle or he’s too dead in the brain to understand the hint - but he didn’t give any reaction to it, that’s when the thought of confessing just went out of the window, down the drain and out of the planet.

At this point, you are convinced that Taehyung is not attracted to you and only considers you as a friend but you have no problem with it.

Then, why are you jealous?

Shut up, brain.

Taehyung is not the only man on this planet and surely you can develop feelings for another man.

Right?

“Because you like him?” Minnie tells you as a matter of fact. “Isn’t it normal to confess?”

“And because who knows if Taehyung likes you too?” Seokjin adds, shrugging.

“Nonsense,” you sigh. “I gave up trying to confess long time ago.” You decide to not tell them the details as you turn to look at Taehyung’s table. He’s still with the girl that has been pressing on him but just this time there’s some distance between them.

A guy from Taehyung’s table stands up and walks towards the bar counter, who you recognise it’s Jimin. He continues walking to the bar until his eyes land on you and locks his gaze on you albeit he’s a few metres from you.

“Hey, can I get a Martini?” A customer sits on the stool in front of you.

“Yeah, sur—”

“Right away, miss!” Minnie cuts you off. “How about you go take that young man’s order?” She’s pointing at Jimin and you look at his way only for him to send you a wide smile.

“Get going, (Y/N). Don’t make the customer wait,” Seokjin pushes you with his words. You give them a weird look before walking in Jimin’s direction.

Jimin is a pretty boy if you are to describe him. He has the prettiest smile, the prettiest eyes, the prettiest eye smile and the prettiest body figure - the last one is unsolicited but it is what it is - his body is a body to die for. As far as you remember Jimin is Jungkook’s friend as you’ve always seen them together at the college and you did exchange a few words or make a conversation with him sometimes when you guys share classes.

“Hey,” you approach him. “Hey, (Y/N),” he grins. His smile reaches his eyes as it turns into little crescents.

God, he’s so freaking adorable.

“What would you like to have?” You ask.

“What do you feel like drinking right now?” He suddenly asks.

“Do you want to drink on my behalf?” You ask jokingly.

He nods.

“Jimin!” You whine. “Seriously, what do you want to drink?”

“I told you; a drink that you feel like drinking right now,” he answers. His tone is playful and teasing so you couldn’t take him seriously but the look in his eyes seems serious.

“You sure?” You ask again for confirmation and he nods. “I feel like drinking Zombie right now.”

“My favourite,” Jimin smirks. “I’ll take that.”

You shake your head while you let out a small laugh and turn to get his drink ready.

“Thought you said it’s your favourite.”

“It is!” Jimin slurs.

You don’t know if Jimin is light-weight or what but it’s only been a few minutes after drinking a whole Zombie and Jimin is already tipsy.

Tipsy is a nicer term.

“Doesn’t seem like it, Jimin,” you chuckle.

Jimin has been a great company to you. You feel like he’s your long lost best friend or he makes it seem like that. Talking to him at the bar seems to differ from talking to him in class. He’s more let loose and friendlier if you dare to say. It’s not like he’s not friendly enough in class but maybe the environment just gives you a chance to get to know him better and actually talk to him better because in class you would always focus on your professor and so does Jimin, making the two of you only exchange words solely for class purpose.

“You’re cute when you laugh, (Y/N),” Jimin looks at you dreamily, as if you’re the only person at the bar that matters.

Heat creeps on your face making you blush. You clear your throat and turn away to hide the redness on your cheeks - the bar is dimmed but you don’t if he actually can see it so you just turn.

“You’re just drunk, Jimin,” you tell him. “Let me get you a glass of water?”

Jimin reaches for your hand. Even from the dimmed light, you could make out that his cheeks are red but you’re unsure of the reason - the alcohol or he’s blushing - but still, you narrow it down to it being due to the alcohol.

“Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are enchanting?”

Jimin lets go of your hand to reach the side of your face, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear. His fingertips graze on your skin. Jimin’s touch feels so soft, his touch is too soft as if one wrong move could break you.

His advance on you took you off guard but you didn’t back away. You’ve experienced multiple advances people made on you whilst they are drunk and instead of jerking away and getting mad, you learn to keep calm and push them away politely.

But, flirting with him won’t hurt, right?

Taehyung is flirting with some random chick and so can you. Plus, Jimin is not bad, he’s kind of cute too. A bit of teasing won’t hurt and most definitely won’t hurt Taehyung. You’re starting to become petty, you know but you don’t care. To hell with this feeling for a man that doesn’t even get the hints.

“Has anyone ever told you that your lips look kissable?” His hand trails from your cheek to your jaw and his thumb rests on your bottom lips. His cat eyes are clouded with lust as he breaks the intense eye contact with you and down to your lips. His thumb trails your bottom lips before he tugs your chin, his body leaning closer. When his lips are a few inches from yours, he looks into your eyes, asking for permission.

“Jimin.”

Taehyung is standing behind Jimin but he isn’t looking at the drunk man instead he’s looking straight at you, downright glaring, actually. He tugs at Jimin’s collar to pull him back

“You’re drunk.”

“Tipsy,” Jimin corrects.

Taehyung rolls his eyes before walking back to his table all while tugging on Jimin’s collar. Once he settles down, you notice that the previous girl that has been pressing against him is nowhere in sight and his eyes are on you, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Fuck, why does he looks hot even while drinking?

His throat bobs up and down for each gulp of the whiskey he drinks and all while staring at you. The intense eye contact is broken by you as you feel your body temperature starting to rise and you feel your cunt is wet from your arousal, dampening your panties.

God, (Y/N) snap out of it!

You abruptly turn your head as you try to look for anything to distract you from this situation Taehyung has put you in.

“I’m planning to drink tonight, want to join?” Minnie asks while the two of you are getting out of the bar. Seokjin had given you the key to lock the bar because he had to leave early due to some work.

Your shift ended and tomorrow is the weekend, what else is better than getting wasted on Friday night? The offer is too tempting to decline but God seems to have a different plan for you because Taehyung is leaning against his car with his arms crossed, in front of the bar, waiting for you.

“She won’t be joining.” He tells Minnie as he strides towards you.

“I didn’t even—”

“You didn’t tell me you had a plan with Taehyung!” Minnie gasps as she takes away the key from your hand and playfully pushes you away from the door. She quickly locks the door before turning back to you, who seems flabbergasted and Taehyung who seems somewhat pissed.

“Didn’t mean to ruin your plan, Taehyung,” she sends a fake apologetic look at you and Taehyung. “Carry on with your plan!”

Just like that, Minnie dashes off to her car. Taehyung turns and strides back to his car. You remember that he had parked his car a bit far away from the bar - how nice of him to drive it here and wait for you.

You didn’t notice you had been standing like a statue for longer than intended until you heard Taehyung’s voice.

“Are you going to stand there until sunrise?”

You blink at his bluntness. Someone’s pissed.

You get into his car as you quietly wait for him to start the car with a strong rev of the engine like he always does. The night sky is such a pleasant and welcoming sight. The stars are scattered on the sky like spilt sugar, each one of them has a shine of their own and together they light up the night sky. You notice that the engine hasn't been rev to life as the car is still not moving, the stars don't seem like it’s chasing you yet.

You turn to Taehyung who had his left hand gripping the steering wheel. “Is the… Is the car broken or what,” you ask half-seriously and half-jokingly.

“Are you going to tell me what I’ve been missing out on?” He blurts out.

“Missing out? What do you mean?” Confusion is clear on your face.

“You were flirting with Jimin and almost kissed him,” Taehyung turns to face you, raising an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t call it flirting,” you frown at him. It’s that it wasn’t flirting. You and Jimin were just talking, you’ve thought of Jimin like an old friend of yours and the conversation you had with him a few hours ago is like catching up with an old friend. It’s definitely not flirting.

“And the keyword is almost, almost kissed,” you emphasise. “But I don’t see what that has got to do with you?”

Taehyung clenches his jaw at your answer but soon he loosens it as he wets his lips and turns away from you without saying a word.

“That’s it? You were mad at me for flirting with Jimin?” You scoff in disbelief.

Taehyung is mad, pissed off for whatever reasons and one of the reasons is that you flirt with Jimin. What about him? He’s flirting with some random chick the entire night but then again you don’t have the right to be mad at him and he, too, doesn’t have the right to get mad at you for flirting with Jimin - which you didn’t, you were just talking to him.

Taehyung ignores you.

“Then, what about you? You were flirting with some random girl,” you didn’t mean to raise your voice a tad bit higher but it just came out.

“Are you jealous?” Taehyung didn’t miss a beat.

You are taken aback by his question as you immediately pursue your lips into a thin line. You are jealous but you couldn’t just tell him that, right? What would he think of that later on? It would be weird because you’re not his girlfriend to be jealous of some girls all over him or whatever, you’re his best friend for god’s sake.

“J-Just… Just get moving. I’m tired,” you are flustered so you avoid his question.

“Tell me.”

Taehyung leans towards you, killing the distance between the two of you. His arms cage you in your seat. His face is just a few inches away from you that you practically can smell the alcohol on him, his clean and minty scent of his - the smell that you dare to say that you’re addicted to. Your eyes look at anything but his eyes.

The proximity is killing you and Taehyung who doesn’t seem to budge from his position is definitely not helping. Your eyes stop at his nose and you spot the little beauty mole then your eyes travel down to his lips - pretty, fine and kissable lips of his. Perhaps your eyes had stayed on his lips a bit too long because his lips curled into a smirk.

“Eyes up here, (Y/N).” His baritone voice tells you as he tugs on your chin so that you turn to face him, eyes meeting his.

“Are you jealous, sweetheart?” He asks again, this time he makes sure that you look into his eyes as he looks into yours intensely. You suck in a deep breath, the proximity is suffocating you, the staring is killing you, your nostrils are filled with Taehyung’s scent mixed with alcohol along with his car’s scent that doesn’t smell much different from his own scent. You turn your head abruptly, breaking the eye contact but he grips on your chin and tugs you back to face him

“N-no, I’m not!” You lie through your teeth. Your hands reach out to Taehyung’s chest to push him back.

“Tell that to me while looking straight into my eyes.”

You can’t. You know you can’t and he knows you can’t. You can’t lie all while making eye contact, it will make you more nervous and if there’s anyone who can read you like a book, knows you are lying is none other than Taehyung.

“What if I tell you that I’m also jealous?”

What?

Your eyes immediately look up to his, trying to find any hint that is showing he’s lying. There’s no way your roommate would be jealous. You must’ve heard it wrong.

“I’m jealous because you were so close to kissing Jimin just now.” As if reading your mind, he tells you again.

“He was so close to kissing you. If I was a second late, he would’ve placed his lips on you and I didn’t like that thought,” his eyes drop to your lips as his thumb grazes your bottom lips.

“He was right when he said your lips are kissable, sweetheart.”

His lips are now a few inches away from yours. Yours and Taehyung’s breaths mingle. His eyes look up to you as if asking for permission. You didn’t give too much thought, you just nod.

Taehyung captures your lips.

If your lips are kissable then what about his? His lips taste of heaven and are soft. It’s a crime that these lips haven't been kissing you, it’s a crime that these lips haven’t been on yours since day one. Taehyung kisses you slowly, very much savouring the moment of his lips on your slowly as if he had all the time in the world. Your lips work at the same pace as his, savouring the taste of his lips, the feeling of his lips on yours.

The slow making out is only heightening your lust, your desire to have more of him so you take matters into your hand. You deepen the kiss as you make the move first to slide your tongue in making him groan. His hand rests on your waist, gripping tightly. Taehyung didn’t let you have the dominance in the tongue fighting - like hell he would. His tongue explored your mouth making you let out a small moan.

“Needy aren’t you?” He pulls away from you, leaving you all panting for air. A whine involuntarily escapes from your lips at the loss of contact.

“Look at you, already out of breath just from a little kissing,” he smirks as his thumb teases with your lower lips. His thumb slowly dives into your mouth, placing it on your hot tongue.

“Suck,” he orders. Fuck, his voice sounds so sexy right now.

You suck. You just do. Your tongue swirls around his thumb as Taehyung just watches you. The wet sound of coming from you is making him hard and you know it from the hard bulge on his pants.

“Your mouth is so warm,” he praises. “Can this mouth take my cock? Hmm?”

You moan as a response. Taehyung pulls out his thumb and looks at your flushed face. Your lips are still swollen from the kiss, drools on the corner of your mouth because of the sucking and licking. Your hand reaches for his hard bulge, palming it making him let out a deep growl. His fingers travel from your waist to your thigh and down to your clothed heat. He lets his finger lightly trace your body like a feather, teasing and riling you up even more.

“Are you wet, sweetheart?” He whispers. “I can smell your arousal down there.”

His lips leave wet kisses on your neck as his hand stops at your breast. “Would like me to fuck your tits too?” He fondles one of your tits. Your nipples are erected underneath your bra. His hand travels under your sweater but the piece of clothing seems to be a hindrance of his sight to your tits so he pulls up your sweater, enough to just witness the view of your tits covered by another piece of garment.

“Lace?” He hums. “I love it.”

He kisses along your sternum. The sight of Taehyung worshipping your tits is definitely not something you had expected. He licks on your meaty flesh that isn’t covered by the bra before he bites on it, leaving love bites. You yelp as your hands travel to grip on his hair.

“Want to fuck you,” he groans. “Will you let me fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes, want to feel you, want to fuck you,” you whimper.

“I’ll be the one doing the fucking, sweets,” he lets out a deep chuckle. His lips trail up to your lips, kissing you deeply.

“I’ll fuck you so hard and deep.”

Taehyung is an impatient man.

Along the ride to the apartment, his hand travels from your thigh to your clothed heat, gripping it and once the two of you arrive, he picks you up and kisses you with urgency. He kisses you like he’ll die if he doesn’t. He consumes you like you’re the oxygen he needs to stay alive.

He brings you to his room and sits on his bed with you situated on his lap. You could feel his bulging crotch pressing on your clothed pussy. You roll your hips, creating more friction to relieve your throbbing pussy. Taehyung grips on your hips as a growl escapes his throat as a warning.

“Impatient are we?”

Says you.

His hands move from your hips to your ass, squeezing it. “Your ass is so sexy,” He asks in between the kisses. “I get hard every time you walk around the house with those tight pants of yours or when you’re wearing a skirt that doesn't leave much room for imagination.”

You whine at his words. His hands move lower to your clothed pussy, leaving trails of teasing touches.

“S-stop teasing!” You huff which he only replies with a chuckle.

“On your knees.”

You immediately get off him and kneel on the floor as he rises from the bed, his hard crotch right in front of you.

“Take my cock out,” he orders as his hand reaches out to brush your hair away from your face, stroking your hair softly and lovingly. You comply with his request and undo his pants to free out his length. His cock springs out immediately when you free it from his tight and suffocating pants.

His cock is massive and the prettiest you’ve seen - you’ve seen some from porn, yeah… - It shouldn’t be within your reach but here it is, standing proudly in front of you. Cum is leaking from the tip of his cock. You gulp at the amazing sight.

“Like what you see?”

Damn, yes you do.

“Do you ever give a blowjob?” Taehyung asks.

You shake your head. You never really had the chance to get a partner to do that. It’s safe to say that you’re busy being a broke student, a virgin at it. The glint of possessiveness shines in his dark eyes.

“I’m the first?” He caresses your scalp making you almost purr at the soft gesture. You nod at his question and his erection hardens. “And I’ll be the last.” He tells you with a hint of possessiveness in his voice. He pulls his hand from your scalp to pump his hard length.

“Will you let me fuck that little mouth of yours?”

Your eyes hastily bounce between him and his dick. Words are not needed, you want him to fuck you, let alone ruin you with that dick. You let out a broken sigh before parting your lips and that’s all the permission Taehyung needs.

He grips on his cock, smearing his precum along his length before he plunges into your mouth in one go. “Fuck,” he groans. “Your mouth is so warm.”

You try to take in all of him in your mouth as he hits the back of your throat. Your gag reflex kicks in as tears spring in the corner of your eyes, your hands gripping on his thick thighs. Taehyung looks down at you, your little mouth, your lips wrapped around his big cock.

Fuck, it only makes him harder.

“You take me so well,” he praises. He pulls out completely to let you take a breath only for a short while before he slams into your mouth again. He thrusts into your mouth like you’re nothing but a ragdoll. His pace is hard and rough - and you certainly like it.

“You look so fucking beautiful stuffed with my cock, sweetheart.”

Your panties are dampened enough. You feel your pussy throb harder at his words, you feel your pussy getting wetter at every praise he gives you. You clench your thighs trying to find some sort of relief for your aching pussy.

“This mouth is mine,” he growls. “Those lips should only wrap around my cock and only mine. Do you understand that?” He slows down and rolls his hips, fingers in your hair. You taste his pre cum on your tongue as you swirl your tongue around his thick length. You hear Taehyung grunting out a moan and conclude that no other sound is sexier than his moans.

“You’ll take my loads like a good girl, sweetheart? My angel— Fuck.”

You are full of his taste in your mouth, his scent fills your nostrils. He’s everywhere and you’re surrounded by all of him. Taehyung picks up his pace of thrusting in and out of your mouth. His body turns rigid and his moans fill the room as he spills his hot cum down your throat. You watch through your lashes mesmerised by the view of Taehyung reaching his high.

You try to swallow all of his loads as you angle your head properly but some still manage to escape from your mouth. His cum streams down the corners of your mouth, his cock still inside of you but it doesn't soften, if possible it only hardens as he watches you in awe, a sheen of possessiveness shines in his eyes. The sight of you taking in all of his cock is a sight to behold; tears are pooling in the corner of your eyes, your drools and his cum are mixed together at the corner of your mouth and your cheeks flush.

He pulls out and slides his thumb to collect the cum at the corner of your mouth.

“Open.”

Your lips part as you do as he tells you to.

He slowly thrusts his thumb into your mouth, smearing his cum all over your tongue and even around your slick and swollen lips. You wrap your lips around his thumb, tongue licking and sucking his thumb to clear it off his cum. He groans out praises, telling you how good of you to take in all of him.

Taehyung pulls out his thumb from your mouth as he grabs your arm and takes you into a heated kiss. His hard erection pressing over your clothed body.

His touch is intoxicating, everything about him is intoxicating. He’s a drug - a drug you never know you need so bad and you’re intoxicated.

“Taehyung,” you moan between the kisses. “Fu–Fuck me.”

“Yeah?” He groans in your mouth. “You want me to fuck you?”

You nod hastily. Your pussy is clenching over nothing and it’s unbearable.

He breaks the kiss. “How do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” He pushes you down to the bed, his body hovering over you. “Should I fuck your pussy with my cock? Or should I fuck your pussy with my tongue and fingers?”

“W-Want all of you,” you whimper out an answer.

“Greedy little girl, aren’t you?” He clicks his tongue. “Are you sure your little cunt can take all of me, sweetie?”

You pant out a yes. Taehyung takes off his jacket and pulls his shirt over his head, undressing himself. You take in the sight of his sculpted body, a body to die for, a body that will make the Greek Gods envious. He’s in his naked glory in front of you and he leans in to kiss you again.

“Take off your clothes.”

You immediately jump into action. The black sweater is discarded in a blink of an eye, your pants are gone too with the help of Taehyung. You’re now left in your undergarments.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” his hands roam all over your body, leaving wet kisses everywhere. His hand reaches for your back, unclipping the bra as he takes it off to give him the view of your tits. He fondles your mounds, your hardened peaks in between his fingers. He twists and tugs on your nipples making you cry out a broken moan. Once your nipples are erect enough, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks roughly. He switches to your other nipples, giving them equal amounts of attention.

His tongue is swirling around your hardened bud and it only builds up your arousal even more. If you were wet before then you’re two times wetter right now. Your nerves are on fire as the pleasure builds up, heat is spreading under your skin and your back is arching in pleasure as you chase more of his warmth.

“F-Fuck, Taehyung,” his mouth is hot.

Your hand travels down to your lower region, your cunt. You want nothing more than a touch to relieve your aching pussy. Your hands are a few inches away from your sex but you retract it with a whimper when Taehyung suddenly bites on your nipple.

“Don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to.”

“But—”

He bites on your nipple again, making you let out a yelp. His hand moves to your lower region, cupping your aching and throbbing heat making your hips jerk at the sudden contact but soon you start to grind on his hand to find some sort of relief.

“Taehyung,” you let out a shaky breath. “Please.”

“Please what?” His pointed tongue laps at your areola and flicks your nipple. The hand that is cupping your sex just stays still without any further movement.

“Please t-touch me,”

Taehyung pulls away from your breast and captures your lips into another kiss. His fingers touch your wet folds, leaving light and teasing touches. You moan into the kiss when his thumb slowly circles your clit.

“You’re so wet,” he grunts. “Wet for me?”

He slides a finger into your cunt. You cry out a moan at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck, your walls are clenching on my finger so hard,” he starts moving his finger at a slow and steady pace, his eyes looking at your face for any hint of discomfort and when he sees nothing but the look of pleasure, he increases his pace and adds in another finger.

“Need to prepare this hot and tight cunt for my fat cock, yeah?”

Your wall tightens at his words. Taehyung places a hand on your hip to hold you down from squirming. His fingers are knuckles deep inside of your heat. He curls his digits, hitting the particular pleasure spot. A high pitched moan escapes your lips and Taehyung knows immediately he has found your g-spot.

“You’re so hot, (Y/N),” he pecks your lips and looks at your face. You’re already a mess just from him finger fucking you. He continues hitting on the spot with his fingers making you a moaning mess.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.”

He picks up his pace into finger fucking you and as if at his command, your walls spasm and contract around his digits. You come undone on his fingers as your back arches and head thrown to the back, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You calm down for your high, your breathing is laboured as you try to recollect yourself. Taehyung looks at you with a stunned look before he leans in to kiss you deeply. Your lips lazily try to reciprocate with the eagerness he pours into the kiss.

“You look so hot while coming undone around my fingers,” he tells you in between the kisses. “Bet you’ll look even hotter coming around my dick.”

He pulls out his finger, circling and playing with your folds slowly before pulling away completely from you. He picks you up by your waist as he leans against the headboard and situates you on his lap again.

“Ride me,” his hands grip your hips. His length is standing proud and hard, the leaking tip is inches away from your entrance. “Does this pussy ever take in any dick, hmm?”

You shake your head and his grips on your hips tighten. He pulls you closer until your flushed body is pressed against his, your hands gripping on his shoulders. His hands snake around your back, landing on your arse. He repeats his action of squeezing and spreading your arse all while his lips leave wet kisses on your stomach. Your heart flutters with the amount of kisses Taehyung has been giving you, kissing you on the lips, kissing your breast and now kissing your stomach.

“And it will never take in any dick other than mine,” he growls. “Your pussy will only know my dick, my tongue and my fingers.”

Your walls clench around nothing. His words do nothing but ignite your neediness, your horniness. Taehyung runs one of his hands back to your hip and the other down to your pussy.

“And while I fuck you I want you to scream out my name,” his baritone voice does wonder to you.

“But now I want you to fuck yourself on my cock,” he spreads your folds. “Can you do that?”

You hesitate for a while before you nod, taking up his request.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes.”

Taehyung mumbles praise and places one last kiss on your stomach before pulling away, letting you have your spotlight of fucking yourself on his dick.

You line up the tip of his dick to your wet entrance. Taehyung watches you with heavy lust in his eyes. You slowly sink on his length, your walls burn at the intrusion. When you manage to sink enough to cover his tip of dick, you let out a shaky breath. His two fingers in your cunt are nothing to compare with the size of his dick.

“Want help, sweetie?” He caresses the skin of your hips. Surprisingly to him, you shake your head to which he raises a brow but you give him no mind. You focus on the burn in your lower region. You want to prove to him that you can take his dick to the brim.

You are a sucker for praises. His praises.

You sink down onto his dick in one go. A high pitched moan escapes your mouth as his dick stretches your walls. Curses fall out of Taehyung lips because of your tightness, your pussy tightens around his dick, holding him with a vice grip.

“Fuck…” he lets out a breathy moan. “Taking in all of me like the good girl you are.”

Your stomach flips at his praise. The urge to make him feel good is strong. You raise your hips enough until only his tip is covered by your walls and sink on his length again. You keep up the steady pace with Taehyung’s hands still on your hips, sometimes helping and manoeuvring you. The room is filled with the mix of your moans and Taehyung’s moans.

Your legs are starting to give out as your pace starts to get slower and unsteady. Taehyung notices it and immediately flips the two of you and your back immediately meets with the soft mattress. His hands grip the back of your thighs, spreading them.

Taehyung makes love and he also fucks. When he fucks, he fucks deep and hard, just like he had told you. He didn’t hold back from snapping his hips in and out of you hard and deep. You are a moaning mess when he hits your g-spot. He tortures your pleasure spot, hitting it with his length.

He leans into you, kissing you once again. He rolls his hips, his cock buried deep inside your cunt. You moan into his mouth and he gladly swallows your sounds. His lips trail down to your jaw and finally to your neck. He sucks on the skin of your neck, littering your neck with his marks all while rolling his hips, his length buried deep inside you.

Taehyung pulls away only to replace his pace with a powerful and deep thrust. Every thrust has you closer to your climax. Taehyung sees your face contorted in pleasure, your walls tightening around his dick. He brings his thumb to your clit, circling and pinching it. You’re a mess, skin flushed and red, naked under him with his cock buried deep inside you, moaning uncontrollably with each hard and powerful thrust.

“You’re close, sweets?” He asks with a heavy breath.

“I’m c-close. Want to cum, w-want your cum inside of me.”

Fuck it makes him crazy.

“Want my cum inside of you?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “Want to paint your walls white with my cum, yeah?” Taehyung continues circling your pearl with his thumb, pushing you over the edge.

“Cum.”

As if in command, your walls flutter around his cock. You come undone around his cock with a loud cry of his name, your eyes rolling to the back, your back arches and your thighs shaking. Taehyung slows his pace as you try to calm down from your high. His dick slides in and out of you, Taehyung watches the way your essence is coating his length with every thrust.

“Fuck, so warm,” he rasps. “Going to fill this pussy with my cum, yeah?”

Taehyung starts to pick up his pace, deep and punishing thrusts. You whimper at the feeling of overstimulation. Your pussy is still sensitive from the powerful orgasm but you want him to cum in you. Broken moans leave your lips and that serves as motivations for Taehyung. Your moans and cries are a melody to his ears. You are a mess under him and he is the reason why you’re a mess.

The thought of painting your walls white with his cum, filling your pussy with his seeds. With one last powerful thrust, Taehyung spills inside you, emptying himself inside you. He cums in you with deep grunts followed by a string of curses. You are dizzy with the pleasure that you start seeing stars.

Taehyung leans in and hides his face in the crook of your neck. His heavy breath tickles your skin. You feel his length softening inside of you. He leaves open mouth kisses at the expense of your skin before pulling away. As he pulls away, his dick slowly slides out of you. His cum spills out of your pussy and his fingers collect it, stuffing it back into your pussy. You are shaking, your pussy flinches at the overstimulation. He brings his fingers that had collected his cum mixed with yours to your mouth which you gladly open.

“Good girl.”

The streak of possessiveness shines in his eyes as he looks at the mess he has made. You. But it seems that he’s not done when you see him leaning down to your pussy. He blows at your entrance, watching the way your pussy clenches making his cum spill out again and he gladly moves his fingers to stuff it back into you.

Taehyung brings his lips to leave trails of kisses along your thighs, leaving bites here and there too. He comes back to your pussy as he spreads your pussylips. Suddenly, you feel his hot tongue lapping on your cunt. Your hips automatically jerk at the feeling. Taehyung places his hands on your hips to keep you still while he’s eating you out.

He sucks on your clit before pushing his tongue into your pussy. He looks at you through his lashes, you are already looking at him. Having Taehyung in between your legs, eating you out makes you feel something indescribable but it’s a good thing. Taehyung looks at you intensely all while eating you out. His tongue sloppily laps on your pussy as he consumes you whole. He pulls away as he spreads your pussylips, finding your clit only to suck onto it again making you moan out a cry.

With one last suck, he pulls away completely. He gets up and leans into you to capture your lips into a deep, heated kiss. You could feel your taste with his in your mouth as his tongue dominates you. Your fingers play with his soft and fluffy hair, gripping it at some times.

“Sweetheart,” he rasps. “Does this mean you’re mine?”

“Only if you agree you’re mine, if yes then I’m all yours.”

“Fuck, I’m yours, sweetheart.”

You never thought the bathtub in your shared apartment would fit two people in it but you guess it’s because you never try getting in with another human so obviously you would’ve never thought.

You’ve lost track of the time and honestly, you would like to just pass out after the sex with Taehyung but he insists on cleaning up the two of you first so here you are, in the bathtub with Taehyung.

His hands massage your back and shoulder. The silence is not making it awkward but instead, it’s a peaceful silence, comfortable even, only the sound of water and the slow breathing of the two of you are audible.

“Do you know that Jimin has feelings for you?” Taehyung suddenly breaks the silence. His question catches you off guard.

“What do you mean?” You frown.

“You’re dumb.”

His dick is resting on your back so you push back to roll your arse on him. He had to put his hands on your hips to stop you. “You’re asking for more, sweetheart,” he grunts.

“Jimin likes you. That’s why he comes along with Jungkook to the bar,” he tells you.

“Well? I don’t like Jimin, so…” You shrug.

“You were about to kiss him. What about that, sweets?” He kisses your shoulder. “Were you trying to make me jealous?”

“Maybe,” you lean back on his chest. “But isn’t it fair for me to flirt with Jimin when you were there flirting with some random girl?”

“I wasn’t flirting,” he argues. “She’s the one who’s pressing her body on me.”

“Yet you didn’t push her away.”

“Because all my focus is on you.”

You giggle. Taehyung cups your jaw to turn you so that he can kiss you. His lips mould with yours in a slow and passionate kiss. The kiss doesn’t involve tongues, only the movements of the lips.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, baby.”

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