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Heartbreaker Chapter 1

Preview: “Hana, you have a plan. I can sense it. Unfortunately, it also seems like an evil plan that you have in mind,” Jungkook muttered into your ear. You smirked at his words, you were scoping out someone for the night at the bar, and Jungkook knew you weren’t exactly subtle; you’d lick your lips and bat your eyelashes. “Easy tiger, besides, are there any hearts left in Seoul for you to break anymore?” Jungkook said, laughing, and you grinned, placing your hand on his thigh, making him choke slightly.

🔞 (Minors DNI) | 💔 Angst |😈 Smut |💘 Fluff | ❌Trigger Warning

Word Count: 9847 Age: 18+

Pairings: Taehyung x Fuck Girl!Reader

Warnings: Smut, a lot of it, so I don’t know what warnings will suffice. Tae is a softie, and the biggest sweetheart OC is not as much of a softie, she’s not horrible, just isn’t here for feelings. Also, for the sake of fiction, let’s just pretend that Taehyung can actually tolerate alcohol and doesn’t cringe at the taste 😅. Mentions of a toxic and manipulative relationship, body shaming and just OC having a hard time loving herself. Men being slimy and not understanding boundaries. Slut shaming, a lot of it, and just being a backwards society. This story ended up being so much intense and angsty then I ended but oh well enjoy xx

Taglist: @bonvoyagenoona @tangledsparkles @thehorizon19 @bringmetheksj @moonchild1 @skyys-universe @mochilatae @purgatorywriter

“Hana, you have a plan. I can sense it. Unfortunately, it also seems like an evil plan that you have in mind,” Jungkook muttered into your ear. You smirked at his words, you were scoping out someone for the night at the bar, and Jungkook knew you weren’t exactly subtle; you’d lick your lips and bat your eyelashes. “Easy tiger, besides, are there any hearts left in Seoul for you to break anymore?” Jungkook said, laughing, and you grinned, placing your hand on his thigh, making him choke slightly.

“I haven’t broken yours,” you said, grinning devilishly, and Jungkook smiled back at you, “you know, under the tattoos and leather, I’m soft,” Jungkook said, pouting, making you smile. “Oh, hey Kook, didn’t know you’d be out tonight,” your jaw nearly dropped when you saw who the voice belonged to. “Hyung, hey, no. I got dragged out by this one,” Jungkook said, tapping you, and you smiled softly at the handsome stranger in front of you. You were about to turn on the charm until Jungkook spoke again. “Hana, meet Taehyung. He’s my friend from University,” you froze. This was Taehyung? The man you brought Jungkook out of his shell, more comfortable in his own skin, you couldn’t cross this sacred line.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, but Tae works,” Taehyung said, extending out his hand for a handshake, and you couldn’t help but notice how nice and big his hands were. Although you briefly wondered how they’d feel inside you or around your neck, “uh, I’m Hana,” you squeaked, earning a chuckle from Jungkook. “Hey, Hyung, can you take care of her for a minute? I got to go to the bathroom.” Jungkook asked before running off.

“So, you don’t seem like someone who needs to be taken care of?” Taehyung said, making you grin, “I’m not. It’s others who need to be more careful,” you teased, grinning at Taehyung, who sat down next to you. “Oh, do tell, are you the resident heartbreaker?” Taehyung teased, making you shrug, “well, I’ll be sure to stay away from you then,” Taehyung said, making you pout, “hey!” You exclaimed, making Taehyung laugh.

“It’s not personal, but I am a romantic and you, my dear girl will crush my heart, and I don’t want Jungkook to choose,” Taehyung said, gently nudging you, “that being said, can I buy you a drink?” Taehyung asked, and you nodded, smiling. All the while internally face-palming at the fact that you had just met a man who was so ethereal and in the most respectful manner pure sex-on-legs, and you could do nothing about it.

“Gin and tonic?” You asked grinning, at Taehyung’s choice of drink as he handed you a glass while he sipped on his drink, “always a winner,” Taehyung said, sipping on his drink, “what are you having?” You asked, “a Manhattan,” Taehyung said, smiling at you. “I’m back; what did I miss?” Jungkook said, smirking, “dude, you were gone for ages,” you said, inching slightly to give Jungkook space and concurrently inching closer to Taehyung’s side.

“There was a line, okay!” Jungkook exclaimed, taking your drink out of your hand and taking a sip, “oh god, that hit the spot,” Jungkook grinned as he practically finished your drink for you. “Thanks, asshole,” you said, nudging Jungkook, who simply smiled, “I’ll go get another,” Jungkook said, winking before running off to the bar. “Okay, he’s still as shit a wingman as he was back in University,” Taehyung chuckled as he set his drink down, his arm moving to land on the back of the seat.

“So, heartbreaker, tell me a bit about yourself,” Taehyung said, taking another sip, “well, I work with Jungkook for the last four years that’s how we got close,” you said softly, and Taehyung nodded his eyes widening, “you’re a model?” Taehyung exclaimed, and you rolled your eyes at him, “no,” you said flatly. “What? You’re stunning enough to be one,” Taehyung said, smiling at you, and you rolled your eyes at him, “are you always this cheesy?” You asked, and Taehyung frowned, “and are you always this defensive?” Taehyung shot back.

“Got you your gin and tonic,” Jungkook’s voice cut through the awkwardness between you and Taehyung and this time, you were thankful for his terrible timing. “So, Kook, what does Hana over here do? I thought she was a model, but she got very offended by that comment.” Taehyung said, and you stiffened and inched closer to Jungkook, who knew the reason behind your behaviour.

“Uh, no, but she actually is the creative lead. She chooses the topics for the magazine each month, gives us a basic theme, and then lets us do what we please. I love working with her because she never tries to limit our creativity.” Jungkook said, and you smiled, squeezing his thigh, letting him know how much you appreciated his kind words. “Look, gentleman, and Taehyung, it’s been great, but I’m heading home,” you said, not allowing either man enough time to say much as you grabbed your jacket and stormed out the bar.

“Jeez, what’s with her?” Taehyung asked, making Jungkook frown, “her ex fucked up, he told her she wasn’t enough and told her so often that she believed that she’d never been enough in any capacity,” Jungkook rambled and bit his lip, realising that he’d said too much, but he’d blame the alcohol. “Okay, Kook, thanks. I’ll um see you around?” Taehyung said as he slapped a few bills down on the table and ran out the bar, leaving Jungkook confused but with two drinks to finish instead.

“Hana! Wait!” Taehyung yelled as he ran after you, and you turned your head around for a second only to turn it back away, and you groaned when you saw Taehyung panting and standing next to you, stupid long legs, you thought. “What?” You asked, glaring at him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I hit a sore spot, but even then, I thought have snapped back,” Taehyung said, pouting, and his voice was soft.

“Jungkook told you?” You asked, worried and Taehyung shook his head, “no, not the story, just that you were once with a dickhead who was bad enough that made you doubt your worth,” Taehyung said softly, and you sighed. “Yeah, well, I’m over it, so it’s fine, we can just have a do-over. Hi, I’m Hana,” you said, smiling at Taehyung and felt your breath hitch when he inched closer to you. “Hi, I’m Taehyung,” he said smiling is voice low and husky, “hi,” you hated how small your voice came out in front of him, but he was lethal, and you knew you were absolutely fucked.

“So, can I walk you home?” Taehyung asked moving away slowly from you and you smiled, “well I’m taking a cab home, but sure you can drop me off,” you said smiling as you tried to hail a cab. “Gladly,” Taehyung said smirking as he managed to hail a cab quicker than you making you glare at him. “No fair, you used your pretty privilege,” you said to Taehyung as you slid into the cab making him smile as he slid in next to you grinning.

“You think I’m pretty?” Taehyung asked and you rolled your eyes at him, “you know you are,” you said softly turning to look out the window, you were actually convinced that if you stared at him too long, you’d melt under his gaze. “Do you know that you are pretty too?” Taehyung said softly, all hints of joking and teasing gone from his voice. You turned around to face him, your breath hitching slightly when you saw how close he was sat next to you.

“Some days I do,” you said, and Taehyung nodded, “and other days?” Taehyung asked and you shrugged, “I feel awful, like I’m not good enough?” You said sighing and looking down at your hands. “How did you feel today?” Taehyung asked his large hand slowly taking your hand, as he started to draw small circles on it, “kind of shit, but then, the way you looked at me, it made me feel pretty,” you admitted shyly making Taehyung smile at you.

“For it’s worth, you do look fucking delectable, but at the same time you shouldn’t need me to tell you that, for you are stunning, I just hate that a man did that to you,” Taehyung said, and you nodded pulling your hand away from his, “did I do something wrong?” Taehyung when you noticed you pulled away and you shook your head. “No, we’re here,” you said looking out the window motioning to the building where the car had stopped.

“Oh, I see,” Taehyung said, and you nodded getting out of the car. “Hey wait!” Taehyung yelled and ran after you, his tall frame caging you against your front door. “What?” You asked, you were starting to get extremely flustered by Taehyung and you hated it, it was your job to fluster, not to be flustered. Taehyung was one upping you in your own game, and it seemed to be natural for him and that annoyed you even more.

“You know,” you started to say, voice huskier and you noticed the change in Taehyung’s face, a smirk started to grace his handsome features instead, “yes?” He said inching closer to you, “never got to try your drink by the way? What did it taste like?” You asked slyly, “I can still taste it on my lips,” Taehyung said smirking and you tugged on his shirt to make his breath falter.

“Do you want maybe go out for a drink and you can try a Manhattan one day?” You suggested clumsily, and Taehyung smirked seeing your flustered state, “or,” Taehyung said before softly pushing you against your front door as placed his lips slowly on yours, giving you the softest kiss, you’ve ever experienced before pulling away. “Can you taste it?” Taehyung asked and you nodded.

“Well, I should get going,” Taehyung said smirking at he moved away from you. “As much as I’d love to kiss you more, I don’t fancy my heart being broken, so see you around Hana,” Taehyung said as he waved at you before turning around and walking away. You let out a groan of annoyance, “smart ass,” you muttered before undoing the lock and entering your apartment. Kicking off your heels and sighing in relief.

“So, how was Taehyung?” Jungkook asked you at work on Monday, he was grinning as he walked in holding two iced americanos in his hands, kicking your office door shut before placing the coffee on your table. “I wouldn’t know,” you said pouting and Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock, “little miss heartbreaker didn’t get Taehyung? Oh, the horror, have you lost your touch?” Jungkook joked, and while you knew he was simply teasing you couldn’t help feeling slighted by his comment, you did have a streak and the fact that Taehyung was ruining it did not sit right with you.

“Anyways, we have a new photographer joining us?” You said changing the topic and Jungkook nodded, “yup, oh, and behave,” Jungkook warned, and you were about to ask why, but a knock to your office door interrupted you. “Taehyung?” You exclaimed slightly “reporting for duty Miss,” Taehyung grinned, and you shot a glare at Jungkook who had a shit eating grin on his face, “so I’m going to let you to be alone, let Hyung over here get acquainted with his new boss, he like’s instructions Hana, he follows them well,” Jungkook added before running out of your room, with an iced americano in his hand.

“So, you work here now?” You asked motioning for Taehyung to sit down and he nodded smiling, “yes Miss,” Taehyung said grinning and you shot him a look, “no one here is this formal, it’s Hana,” you said your voice slightly stern, you hated how good he looked and how at this very moment you wanted nothing more than for him to bend you over your desk and have his way with you until you were a quivering mess.

“Hana?” Taehyung asked noticing that you were just staring at him, “what?” You replied and he shrugged, “shouldn’t you be telling me about my assignments?” Taehyung asked and you nodded. “Right, um, well this month’s spread is ‘beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder,’ Jungkook can give you more insight into it. I really oversee and act as an editor of the final piece,” you said handing Taehyung a stack of papers that had a very detailed orientation booklet, as well as a mock-up of this month’s issue.

“So, you have the final say? Nice, I like it,” Taehyung said grinning, “what the hell do you like about it?” You snapped at him, his cocky attitude was starting to fluster you and you didn’t like it, “I like that you’re on top,” Taehyung said getting up and leaving you speechless. “I’ll go get the details from Jungkook, see you around boss,” Taehyung said smiling as he left your office.

“I’m so going to kill you,” you whispered to Jungkook later that day in the pantry, “why?” Jungkook asked innocently making you glare at him even more. “Seriously, you knew Taehyung would be working here?” You asked and Jungkook nodded slowly, “look, I was going to tell you, but you had your claws out the minute you saw him, so I decided to just stay quiet,” Jungkook said grabbing a bottle of sparkling water out of the fridge and handing it to you.

“Well, my claws are retracted, I’m not going to go after your bestie from university,” you said and before Jungkook could respond another voice did. “What if said bestie didn’t mind you going after him?” Taehyung’s voice suggested from behind you making you choke on your water.

Jungkook smirked taking the opportunity to suddenly flee the scene, allowing Taehyung to slither into Jungkook’s empty seat, “I’d much prefer you choking around me,” Taehyung whispered in hushed tones his mouth dangerously close to your ear, and his attitude extremely unprofessional, however the way your core throbbed at his words you didn’t exactly mind.

“So, I want your help, Jungkook said I need to shoot what I find beautiful so I was wondering if I could film you?” Taehyung asked and you glared at him. “You don’t need to correct what my ex did to me,” you said defensively. “I know, but I truly do think you’re beautiful, plus, these will be cool pictures, artistic,” Taehyung suggested smiling at you.

“Fine, show me what you have in mind later? I’m going to Ian’s pub after work, we can meet there, and you can tell me about your concept?” You suggested to Taehyung who grinned and nodded. “I’ll see you there,” Taehyung said grabbing his things and waving at you before leaving the pantry. You kept your eyes on his back as he left, you refused to believe he was as kind as he was, men rarely were. Or at least your experience had burned you enough to never trust someone just because they were good in bed.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Taehyung huffed as he slid into the booth across you his eyes meeting your unimpressed stare. “No, you’re good, I like being stood up for an hour,” you said sarcastically making Taehyung pout. “Look Jimin said he had a small thing to show me, and then it turned into a 40-minute conversation, I’m so sorry,” Taehyung apologised, and you nodded knowing just how amazingly unaware Jimin could be when it came to the concept of time. “Let me at least get you a drink for the inconvenience?” Taehyung asked and you nodded. “Sweet, be right back,” Taehyung said running off to the bar.

“You didn’t even ask me what I wanted,” you said raising an eyebrow at him as he set down two glasses on the table, “you said you liked the Manhattan, so I got you that, you’ll get a better taste,” Taehyung said grinning. “I liked it better when I tasted it off your lips,” you mumbled loud enough for Taehyung to hear, but soft enough for him to only raise an eyebrow at you and not ask any questions.

“How was your first day?” You asked, you genuinely did care and despite the fact that Taehyung looked like sex on legs, it didn’t mean you could simply gawk at him and not make any normal conversation.

“Good, Jungkook needs like a punching bag or something in the office, my bicep has become his choice, but he’s driven. Jimin is very smart, but might need a highchair, like the ones you give to babies? The man fell of his chair thrice in an hour,” Taehyung elaborated making you laugh.

“So, you’re fitting in well?” You asked and Taehyung nodded, “yeah, they’re chill and friendly, what’s not to like?” Taehyung said smiling. “I also like my manager,” Taehyung said coolly making you sputter on your drink slightly, “I also like knowing that I can make her choke,” Taehyung continued. “Show me the concept photos, please, before I rethink this entire thing,” you threatened with a slight grin.

“Scooch,” Taehyung said before getting up and sliding into the booth and sitting very close next to you, the smell of his cologne making you dizzy, it wasn’t overpowering, but it was so intoxicating, however at this point you were convinced was intoxication personified, but the kind that made you feel like you were in another world, not the one where you cried over an ex or blacked out. “Hello? Did the Manhattan already hit you?” Taehyung teased nudging you noticing that you were just staring at him.

“Thin fucking ice, Kim,” you warned making Taehyung laugh. “You were ogling me, but here’s the concept,” Taehyung said handing you his phone and you gasped at how beautiful the mockup was. “The theme is pastels, I know it’s done to death, but I know I can make it different, but to paraphrase The Devil Wears Prada, I can make florals in the spring groundbreaking,” Taehyung said making you laugh.

“Okay, fine. I trust that you can, but what do you need me for?” You asked because truthfully you still weren’t sure what exactly Taehyung needed you for. “The project is to capture what we find beautiful, the nature and the pastels are stunning, but to be able to add you in the photos, well then, I’ll have truly captured beauty,” Taehyung said smiling warmly at you.

“But there are legit models who work at the company,” you started only to be cut off by Taehyung, “and while they are beautiful, you captivate me, not them, and I’m not in the business of doing a disservice to my artwork by lying,” Taehyung said making you smile and melt.

“Fine, I’ll be your model,” you said, it wasn’t exactly a hard decision to come to, Taehyung’s words swept you off your feet. “Shake on it?” Taehyung asked extending his hand out, and you smirked. Now would be the time for you to regain the control that you had been losing to Taehyung since the minute you met him.

“Or I can just do this?” You said, while staring at his lips and inching closer to place a soft kiss on his lips, you felt Taehyung hum into the kiss with approval.

“I like how you seal deals,” Taehyung said pulling away from you, but still keeping his body close to yours. “Look, I need to get a mockup of something with you in it to Jungkook, by next week, do you think you’d be able to swing by my apartment during the weekend? We can get started then?” Taehyung asked his hand moving to trace patterns on your knee, “mhm, that I can do,” you said smiling and Taehyung grinned before pulling you into another kiss, this time deeper and one that elicited the softest moan from you.

“God, that’s like music to my ears,” Taehyung said earning a shy smile from you, you hated how flustered he could make you, and you had to nip it in the bud before he was able to fully melt you. “Okay, I got to go, I’ll swing by Saturday evening? Text me your details?” You suggested getting up and scooching past Taehyung who nodded, “gladly,” Taehyung said standing up and you gently tugged on the collar of his shirt pulling him closer to you.

“Enjoy your first week Taehyung,” you said placing a soft kiss on his lips, but this time you gently sucked on his lower lip making him moan for you. Bingo! You thought, hook, line and sinker. You were the heartbreaker, not him, you just needed to remind yourself that, and ensure he knew where he stood as well.

“Hello, sorry, the apartment is a bit messy,” Taehyung said huffing slightly when he opened the door to let you into his space. You had decided you’d show up in your tight yoga pants and a crop top. You knew this outfit made you look good, and that’s what you were planning to do, remind Taehyung that you did look good, but also that you had the upper hand not him. You knew had succeeded the minute he took in your appearance and a faint blush graced his handsome features. “Sorry, I just wore these because they’re comfy, I hope it’s, okay?” You said innocently and Taehyung nodded.

“If you don’t mind me ruining them then sure?” Taehyung said smirking at you. Taehyung laughed at your confused expression, “sorry, I meant with paint, unless you had something else in mind?” Taehyung said inching closer to you and you rolled your eyes at him nudging him slightly.

“Can I get you a drink? Then we can head upstairs to the studio, and I can start working with you?” Taehyung suggested, and you nodded. Taehyung guided to the kitchen and poured you a glass of gin, and topped it off with some tonic water, “your poison, my dear,” Taehyung said sliding the drink to you.

“What’s your poison?” You asked and you smiled the minute you saw Taehyung pouring himself a glass of red wine. “Nice,” you noted, and you clicked your glasses with him smiling before taking a sip. “Shall we head upstairs, and work on it?” Taehyung suggested and you nodded following him upstairs.

“Wow, your studio is gorgeous,” you said taking in his art studio, the walls were covered in splatters of paint, there were large windows that allowed the now setting sunlight to illuminate through the windows, painting his studios in hues of bright orange and pink.

“You there?” Taehyung asked making you jump slightly; his voice came from behind you, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck. “This studio is so beautiful, and cozy?” You said and Taehyung smiled placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you, Hana,” Taehyung said fondly. You hated the butterflies that were starting to form in your stomach, and you hated how the spot on your cheek tingled after his lips touched it. This man was lethal, but you were a heartbreaker, you could let yourself fall prey to his charms.

“Shall we get started?” You suggested inching away from him, almost worried that if you stayed too close to him, you’d be captured by his charms and fall for it. “Sure,” Taehyung said unfazed by your actions and walked over to take a seat on the stool near his easel.

“Just sit and sip on your drink, you can talk and chill. Let the master do his work,” Taehyung said grinning making you roll your eyes, but you hated how your body betrayed you the minute Taehyung referred to himself as Master. “Are you painting me?” You asked sitting down on the sofa across him.

“Nah, I usually prefer my models nude if I paint them,” Taehyung joked, but you failed to see the humour. “Oh right, because I don’t fit that standard of being a model beautiful, so I’m not worthy of it. So, what is this a pity project?” You asked offended standing up and Taehyung shook his head quickly, and he got up moving closer to you, his height intimidating you and you sat down.

“It was a joke but considering this is a topic that has pissed you off on at least two separate occasions, and in the short time I’ve known you, I can tell there’s something deeper here,” Taehyung said softly making you huff out in annoyance.

“You don’t know shit Taehyung, so just,” you sighed in annoyance. Who was he to try and even attempt to pry into your life, how dare he attempt to try and break your walls down? Those walls that you took so much effort in building up, and for him with his stupidly sweet smile and kind deep set eyes, who was he to saunter in and crumble that façade? No one, you thought to yourself.

“I know that my words hurt you, and it makes me wonder why? I do want to apologise,” Taehyung continued, and you ignored him.

“Look heartbreaker, being vulnerable isn’t a crime, and it won’t make you a wuss,” Taehyung said making you face him. “Being able to show emotion isn’t a sign weakness, but instead one of strength, it means you’re brave enough to acknowledge, react and respond to situations,” Taehyung elaborated making you melt.

“Something tells me you needed to hear that?” Taehyung said moving to softly stroke your cheek with his hand, the fact that you flinched slightly when he moved his hand towards your face was an action that did not go unnoticed by him, but he chose not to comment on it.

“My ex, he just would reiterate that I was sensitive and that I felt too much,” you admitted letting the first brick of your wall fall, “he’s an ex for a reason, there’s no such thing as feeling too much, but people who are too weak, fail to see how much passion you have and then lash out at you because they cannot understand that there are people out there who want to live life and not simply exist,” Taehyung said finally melting you.

You smiled before throwing caution to the wind and leaping into Taehyung’s arms hugging him tightly, “thank you,” you said moving to rest your forehead against his. Taehyung grinned as his gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and you mirrored his expression, until both of you inched closer until you melted against his lips in a sweet kiss.

Taehyung smiled into the kiss as he pulled you onto his lap, “this, okay?” Taehyung asked breathlessly as softly pulled away and you nodded, making Taehyung smile, “can I make you feel good?” Taehyung asked as his large hands wrapped around your waist pulling you closer and tighter into his body.

“Fuck, please,” you whimpered, you hated how easily he had gotten you worked up, but you didn’t care, you were soaking wet, and he was the balm that would soothe your aching cunt. “What do you want me to do?” Taehyung asked and you stared at him confused, “not used to that question, right?” Taehyung asked noting your confusion.

“I’m guessing usually that you just meet a guy, and he just fucks until you barely orgasm?” Taehyung said slithering his hands up your waist his thumbs resting underneath your breasts.

“Let me guess, guys usually make this huge promise that they can fuck you really hard, and then they barely do anything? Maybe if you’re lucky they’ll finger your sweet little cunt and if they’re really smart, they’ll go down on you, make you cum?” Taehyung continued to tease, and he pushed up your crop top and pulled it off you, leaving your chest bare to him.

“Fuck, no bra?” Taehyung asked moving his hand underneath the swells of your breast, “what if I could do all of that, and actually make you cum?” Taehyung asked his hands cupping your breasts making you whimper; Taehyung’s fingers grazed your nipples hardening them. “Touch me, fuck make me cum,” you begged shamelessly, you hated how you had no control over how your body was so ready to submit to him.

“Can I?” Taehyung asked as he rested his hand on your waist, “yes, fuck, please,” you begged. “Sit here,” Taehyung said patting the couch and you crawled off his lap and hurriedly sat on the couch. “Good girl,” Taehyung said before kneeling down on the floor between your legs.

“Wait, take this off,” you said pointing to his shirt. “Or I could just take it all off?” Taehyung said standing up and pushing down his sweats his hard cock slapping against his shirt. Taehyung pulled his shirt off throwing it across the room.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned when you took in his sight, how was it possible for someone to be so perfect, and he was so well endowed that you were almost concerned that he’d make walking the next day a challenge.

“Fuck, can you just fuck me?” You whimpered and Taehyung smirked, “baby I need to prep you, otherwise I won’t be able to fuck you,” Taehyung said kneeling between your thighs parting them slightly making you shiver as you felt his hot breath on your cunt.

“Easy princess, I’ll eat you out good princess,” Taehyung said softly, and you rolled your eyes at him, “all guys say that, and oh,” you froze the minute Taehyung’s tongue pressed against your wet folds, “fucking hell,” you moaned as his tongue moved up your pussy to find your clit.

“When was the last time someone ate you out?” Taehyung mumbled against your folds, “are men that useless that they don’t bother to eat this sweet little cunt out? Well, their loss is my gain,” Taehyung said pulling your cunt into his mouth and licking his way int your cunt.

“Fucking hell, Taehyung, so good,” you moaned as Taehyung flicked your clit with his tongue, “this might be a stretch, princess, but I guarantee you’ll like it,” Taehyung said as he slipped his fingers down to push two long fingers into your cunt.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned as your back arched off the couch, your hands carding through his dark locks. “More,” you whimpered, and Taehyung smiled against your clit obliging. “More?” Taehyung teased and you nodded.

“Fucking hell, so good,” you cried out in pleasure as you started to feel yourself unravel under his touch. “You’re so wet princess, will you squirt for me?” Taehyung asked as he continued to finger you, and you were certain with the way he was fingering and licking your cunt you would do exactly that. “No, wait, I want to cum around your cock,” you begged as you tried to pull away from him touch.

“Oh, and you will, you’ll do both for me,” Taehyung said latching his lips back onto your clit and pushing his fingers deeper into you. “Come on, cum for me,” Taehyung said softly against your clit and that’s all it took for your back to arch, your toes to curl and cum hard. You swore you could see stars from how hard you came, all over his fingers and tongue. You lazily opened your eyes to his drenched face, glistening with your release.

“Fuck I’m so sorry,” you immediately began to apologise embarrassed that you squirted all over him, “don’t you dare, that was fucking hot,” Taehyung said hushing you with a soft kiss.

“Mmm, fuck me Taehyung,” you pleaded, and Taehyung smirked nodding as adjusted you so that you were lying down on your back on the sofa. “You sure you can handle this?” Taehyung asked and you nodded.

“Please, just fuck me,” you begged, and Taehyung nodded before slowly pushing in, inch by inch. You felt a burning sensation as he stretched you open; he was huge and thick and frankly you were concerned about whether you’d even be able to fit him in.

“If it’s too much, tell me to stop, okay?” Taehyung said softly until he was finally sheathed fully inside you. “Fucking hell, I won’t last long, not when you’re this tight,” Taehyung admitted breathlessly. “Just fuck me,” you begged, and Taehyung nodded taking a few deep breaths, so he didn’t blow his load before he even had a chance to fuck you.

“Good, such a tight fucking pussy,” Taehyung muttered as he started to thrust, his cock thick and long, and able to hit all the spots inside you. His technique was superb the way he was able to angle his cock to reach and every single part of your cunt. “Fucking hell, stop clenching, I won’t last,” Taehyung warned, and you smirked at him.

“Then don’t,” you said cheekily, and Taehyung glared at you playfully, “okay princess, but you don’t know what you just unleashed,” he warned and while you were about to ask, you felt as if he’d answered your question the minute his fingers found your swollen clit.

“You’re cumming with me,” Taehyung said laughing and you rolled your eyes, “come on that was a good joke?” Taehyung said and you groaned, “I’ll laugh later, just fuck me,” you said fighting the smile that was starting to make its way to your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, you’re clenching around me so good,” Taehyung moaned as he kept pounding into you his fingers never once leaving your clit, “fucking hell, Taehyung, going to cum, fuck,” you were pretty much babbling nonsense as you started to fall apart, and cumming, clenching around him, making him spill his warmth into you moments later.

“Wow,” Taehyung huffed out as he curled into you pulling you into his chest, his hand finding purchase on your lower back as he traced patterns into your skin.

“Hana?” Taehyung said looking down to see you barely keeping your eyes open, “do you want to nap for a bit?” Taehyung asked and you nodded, you squealed slightly when Taehyung picked you up and carried you out of the studio and into another room. “Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll leave a shirt out for you?” Taehyung suggested you lazily nodded, still basking in the afterglow.

“You good?” Taehyung said poking his head into the bedroom a little while later you were lazily sat on the edge of his bed with a towel around your hair and his large shirt enveloping your smaller frame. “Yep,” you said smiling at him, “well I’ll be on the couch, so yell if you need me,” Taehyung said, and you pouted.

“No stay here, cuddle me,” you said pouting, letting your guard down. “You sure?” Taehyung asked and you nodded, “yes,” you said and Taehyung grinned walking into the bedroom. “Cool, then let me hop into the shower and meet you here?” Taehyung said and you nodded.

“Hey,” Taehyung whispered softly as he crawled into the bed next to you, he smelt like peaches and peonies, and you just wanted to lie in his arms all night long. Taehyung made no effort to cuddle, he was trying to be polite and considerate.

“Hold me you dork,” you muttered making him laugh and Taehyung smiled before turning to pull you into his waist his arm wrapping around your waist, his chin on your shoulder holding you tight and keeping you safe and in his arms allowing you to drift into a peaceful slumber.

“Baby how does this look?” You asked twirling around to face Ethan who could look less interested in your outfit and more interested on whatever was on his phone. “Baby, I’m meeting your colleagues, don’t you want to at least see what I’m wearing?” You asked softly making him look up.

“Change,” was all he said. “Why?” You asked looking down at the plaid dress and black pumps, “you look like a child, who wears this? Also, you’re not the kind that can pull of body con, it makes you look fat, just wear an oversized shirt and jeans. Not like anyone is there to see you, they are there to see me,” Ethan said walking off.

He wasn’t always like this, he was kind and considerate, or maybe that’s how he operated to get you, and then once he saw how willing you were to always bend over backwards to help him out, he just abused it. He would bring you flowers or try to sexually please you when he screwed up, but it was wearing you down to be with him, and yet you couldn’t let go.

You jolted awake from your nightmare, it wasn’t exactly horrifying, but simply remembering the man who made you the way you are—defensive, and guarded—made you shiver, and you stretched and sight next to you made you shiver even more.

You broke one of your biggest rules, never stay the night. You sighed and slowly got out of the bed and grabbed your clothes and ran out of his apartment. You didn’t care about the looks you got; you’d done the walk of shame enough times for it to not phase you.

“Hana, slow down,” Jungkook warned that evening you two and a couple of your other friends decided to go out tonight. You needed to blow off steam, and you wanted to get your hands on someone else, someone who wouldn’t try to weasel their way into your heart like Taehyung, someone forgettable.

“Oh hush, there’s no work tomorrow,” you said as you threw back another shot, “dance with me,” you said grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor.

“If your plan is to get with someone, maybe grinding on me isn’t the best way to get that message across,” Jungkook said in your ear his head resting on your shoulder, “oh come on, with the way you feel against me, you don’t seem like you’re complaining?” You teased making hold you tighter against him.

“You’re a little heartbreaker, this isn’t happening,” Jungkook said letting you go, and you nodded turning to face him. “I know, sorry, I got carried away,” you said walking away from the dance floor, with Jungkook following you.

“Look, wouldn’t be the first time, but I know I’ll fall, and you won’t, and I don’t want to lose you,” Jungkook said pulling you into his side. “But I can still be your wingman?” Jungkook offered, and you smiled at him. He was honestly a perfect man, kind, sweet, loving and the fact that he looked as good as he did was just the cherry on top of the cake, but he was right you were not a romantic—not anymore, you stopped believing in all that—but he was.

“Oh, I didn’t ask, how was Saturday with Taehyung?” Jungkook asked and you shrugged, “meh, made a mess with paint,” you lied.

It wasn’t a complete lie, you and Taehyung did make a mess, just not with paint. “Right, cool, so nothing happened right? Because I invited him out tonight as well,” Jungkook said eyeing you and you nodded quickly. “Yep, wait I’ll be right back, just heading to the ladies,” you said running off to compose yourself.

When you got back you were unable to find Jungkook and you shrugged it didn’t bother you too much, you’d find him soon enough. You decided to go back onto the dance floor by yourself and find someone to give you crappy meaningless sex.

“What’s your name, baby doll?” A deep voice said behind you, the nickname already making you cringe, you turned around to face your admirer and grinned. He was tall, handsome, and forgettable, that was all you needed.

“I can just be your baby for tonight,” you said pulling the man closer to you. This was easy for you because you wanted the same thing as this guy.

“Um, can you not?” You said when you felt the man start to pepper kisses down your neck, you weren’t opposed to the action, you were opposed to the location and it being so public. “Pretty girl, I saw your grinding on some tattooed guy a while ago, I doubt you’re the shy type,” the guy said trying to slot his thigh between yours.

“Dude, stop, you’ve killed the vibe” you warned trying to push him away, but his grip was stronger. “Oh, come on whores like you like this shit,” the guy said making you cringe, and you tried to pull away, but he held on tight.

“Let go of her, she shouldn’t have to ask twice,” you heard a voice behind you, and you felt relief flood through your body. “Oh god, thank you, I, Taehyung?” You said shocked and Taehyung nodded. “Let go of her,” Taehyung repeated, and the guy let go of you with a gruff. “No whore is worth this much drama, enjoy her used cunt pretty boy,” he yelled as he walked away.

“Don’t, he’s not worth it,” you said grabbing Taehyung’s wrist when he tried to walk away. “Oh, I wasn’t going after him. I was just leaving,” Taehyung said coolly.

“Oh,” you said nodding, “um when did you get here?” You asked and Taehyung smiled, “please, you got what you wanted we can skip the small talk? Jungkook’s been worried about you, maybe you should back to the table,” Taehyung said as he walked off, you walked quickly to catch up with him.

“So how was your weekend?” You asked dumbly, and Taehyung rolled his eyes at you. “Woke up disappointed, but I’ll get over it,” Taehyung said as he approached the table.

“Oh, I was so worried,” Jungkook said standing up, “yeah well some greaseball tried it, but Taehyung saved me,” you said smiling at Taehyung who simply nodded in return. You were slightly annoyed; Taehyung was giving you so much attention at first and now he was just ignoring you.

“Anyways, I just want a drink, can I join you guys?” You asked and Jungkook nodded, “no permission needed, have a seat,” Jungkook said smiling vaguely pointing to the space next to Taehyung.

“Shots?” Jimin asked and you nodded and Jungkook glared at you, “you’ve had plenty” Jungkook complained, and you smiled. “Oh, I’ll live, it’s a Sunday tomorrow,” you said earning a chuckle from Taehyung, “it’s Monday tomorrow, but you’ll live since it’s a public holiday,” Taehyung said.

“Oh right,” you said slightly flustered. “Well, the point still stands, we can have shots,” you said trying to regain some sense of composure. “Just don’t get so drunk that you can’t pull later,” Jungkook said making you laugh and earning a slightly scoff from Taehyung.

You did drink quite a bit, but you weren’t in the mind to pull or find anyone, you sort of just wanted to leave. Jungkook and some girl had hit it off, Jimin was just flirting with everything and Hoseok left with his friend Yoongi.

Leaving you on the podium with Taehyung, who frankly was just either winking at girls or ignoring you. “Hey where do you think your going?” Taehyung said noticing how you grabbed your bag.

“Home, I’m tired,” you said, and Taehyung nodded, “can I walk you home, or at least drop you off?” Taehyung asked and you shook your head. “No, I can manage, I don’t need you,” you said your words coming off a lot harsher than you intended.

“Yeah, you made that very clear, but at least let me walk you to a cab or something? Jungkook won’t forgive me if I let his best friend go home and not at least ensure your safety,” Taehyung said standing up and following you.

You were waiting for a cab, when a random drunken man started yelling near you, “that’s her dude, the slut that ignored me on the dance floor, and now’s she’s got this pretty boy,” you turned your head to realise the vile comments came from the same guy who was attempting to grope you on the dancefloor.

“Mate, trust me I’ve seen her here quite a bit, always leaves with a different guy, maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t fuck you, I bet your pussy wouldn’t even be tight, a loose pussy, whores always have a loose pussy,” the guy continued to hurl insults at you, and you simply stayed silent and still waiting patiently for your cab.

Taehyung on the other hand was not as pleased, “dude, I’m asking you nicely fuck off before I knock you out,” Taehyung said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, pretty boy, don’t worry, you can be the nice guy in front of her, but let’s be real whores like her aren’t worth protecting,” the man said slurring. “You son of a bitch!” Taehyung yelled lunging forward, and you grabbed him again.

“Come on the cab is here,” you said dragging Taehyung into the cab with you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Taehyung yelled the minute you two got into the cab and you glared at him, ignoring him and the weird stare from the driver.

“What?” You said once you got out the cab with Taehyung hot on your trail, “what the fuck was that? You should have let me punch him,” you rolled your eyes at him turning around to walk up the steps to your apartment.

“Stop yelling here,” you said, and Taehyung nodded but kept a firm glare on you as he followed you into your apartment. “Okay, now what the fuck is wrong with you?” Taehyung asked the minute he was inside, and you had closed the front door.

“You don’t give guys like that a reaction, that’s what he wanted, why give him that?” You said slipping your heels off. “He was spouting shit,” Taehyung countered, and you shrugged, “he wasn’t entirely wrong, I mean sure he said it terribly, but I do usually just leave with someone different,” you said.

“That doesn’t give him a right to shame you for it,” Taehyung said softly approaching you, towering you. “Well, are you done yelling?” You asked moving away and Taehyung nodded. “Good then leave,” you said pointing to the door.

“No, why did you leave this morning?” Taehyung asked and you sighed. “It was a mistake, we work together, plus I never stay the night, I broke my own rule,” you said making Taehyung pout, “that bad you had to leave?” Taehyung asked and you shook your head. “No, it was incredible, but I just don’t need that kind of attachment,” you said honestly. “Right,” Taehyung said nodding.

“Okay, so let’s just chalk it up to a good old romp, and I won’t be snippy, and we can be friends?” Taehyung asked and you hesitated.

“What don’t be friends with him, is that your second rule? Are you Dua Lipa or some shit?” Taehyung asked making you laugh. “No, but I don’t usually remain friends with guys I’ve slept with, sex and friendship are very different to me,” you said.

“May I?” Taehyung asked motioning to your couch, and you nodded, “explain,” Taehyung said, and you sighed sitting down next to him. “Are you scared to lose them? Is that it?” Taehyung probed and you nodded.

“Then why don’t we be friends?” Taehyung asked and you smiled at him, “I could be an exception to your one rule?” Taehyung suggested smiling at you. “You’ve already broken so many of my rules,” you said sighing, “please, come on if you’re friends with everyone at work, but me isn’t that mean?” Taehyung said making puppy eyes at you.

“Oh, hell no,” you said turning away from him, “don’t give me those puppy eyes,” you said, and Taehyung laughed slowly reaching for you and pulling you closer to him, “please?” He said pouting and making you melt.

“Fine, but the lines can’t get crossed again,” you said, and Taehyung nodded grinning. “Just friends, nothing more, unless you ask, you know I aim to please?” Taehyung said making you roll your eyes at him, “don’t push it, I’m serious, you don’t get both,” you warned making Taehyung smirk.

“I technically have gotten both,” Taehyung boasted, and while was truly only joking the look on your face made him think twice.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Taehyung said softly placing his hand on yours, “forget it, we both got what we wanted right?” You said nudging him slightly smiling at him, letting him know it was okay.

“Hana,” Taehyung said softly, and you shrugged, “look I’m tired, can you see yourself out?” You asked and Taehyung nodded. Taehyung started to leave when he heard you call him back.

“Yes? You hollered?” Taehyung said walking into your bedroom to find you fiddling with your dress, “help me, please,” you asked, and Taehyung nodded, he could be mature about this. “Jesus, what is this contraption,” Taehyung muttered fiddling with your zipper.

“How did you even get into this dress?” Taehyung and you shrugged, “Kook helped, what?” You questioned the minute you felt the grip around your waist get tighter.

“Jungkook saw you naked?” Taehyung asked, “no dumbass, I was in the dress already, he just zipped me up,” you said smiling. “Besides why do you care?” You asked and Taehyung hummed, ignoring your question before practically ripping the zip off, exposing your bare back to him, and the curve of your ass.

Taehyung could see the lace red fabric of your thong and he wanted nothing more than to move it to the side and stick his fingers into you.

“Was this for someone special?” Taehyung said his voice low his breath on your neck, as his hand gently ghosted your lower back, gently touching the swell of your ass, “well yeah, but what a waste, I even shaved,” you muttered. “It doesn’t have to be?” Taehyung said his lips ghosting your shoulders planting feather light kisses there.

“I know I’m not special anymore, but it’d be a waste to let those panties not be ripped off,” Taehyung said turning you in his embrace, “you’re making me break all my rules,” you mumbled allowing yourself to surrender to his touch, “and yet I know I’ll be the one with the broken heart, so you can rest easy and let yourself loose,” Taehyung said before guiding you to your bed and pulling you into his lap.

His lips found yours and captured them in a heated and passionate kiss, while his hands moved to pull the dress off your body. “Fuck me, I can’t get tired of this sight,” Taehyung said before moving his mouth the capture your nipple with his mouth while his hand massaged your other breast.

“Can I ride you?” You asked as Taehyung littered your chest with love bites, “fuck yes,” Taehyung moaned out.

“You’re wearing too much,” you said placing your lips at his neck, “hang on,” Taehyung said moving to stand up. You’ve never witnessed anyone undress quicker in your life. Because seconds later you were back on Taehyung’s lap, his hard cock rubbing against your lace covered cunt.

Taehyung moved the panties to the side, and you lifted your hips and moved until his cock was teasing at your entrance and harshly sank down, wincing as you did so.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung asked when he noticed how much you were hissing, “fuck you’re so big,” you cried out trying to get comfortable.

“I can stop,” Taehyung said, and you shook your head, “no, fuck, let me just get comfy,” you said, and Taehyung nodded smiling at you as you slowly started to find your pace and started to find rhythm that was comfortable and ultimately pleasurable.

“So big, so full,” you moaned out as you rode him and you said nothing, but the truth. Taehyung was large, thick and filled you up so good. “You’re so fucking tight,” Taehyung moaned around grabbing your hips and helping you ride him.

“What?” Taehyung said noticing how your face fell, as you climbed off him, “wait did I hurt you?” Taehyung asked you, noticing how you inched away from him.

“You don’t have to say I’m tight, especially not after the comments the guy made, if I don’t feel good to you, then you don’t need to lie,” you said frowning and started to move of the bed when you felt his long fingers circle your wrist and gently pulling you back to him.

“I said that you were tight when I first fucked you, and I’m saying it now, because you are, so fucking tight that I might explode the minute I’m inside you,” Taehyung said making you shiver.

“You’re so fucking tight that I just want to have my fucking way with you, make you scream by name all night long, neighbours be damned,” Taehyung said.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, but I will also go above and beyond to prove that what the guy said was fucking bullshit and out of line, and if you had let me punch him, he’d be able to speak less,” Taehyung said making you grin.

“Fuck me until I scream?” You repeated moving away and lying down for Taehyung who nodded, “please?” Taehyung said smiling and you nodded, “ruin me,” you said propping yourself up on your elbows just enough so that you could gently bite his ear lobe.

“Fucking hell, all fours baby,” Taehyung and you shakily obliged. Taehyung guided you until your hands were able to hold onto your bedframe.

“Breathe baby,” Taehyung said sweetly before slowly thrusting into you, you let out a yelp, this position allowed him to fuck you deeper and you weren’t sure you’d be able functioning by the time he was done with you, but you didn’t care, not when he was jack hammering into you.

Not when every single thrust hit a spot so deep inside you that it made your toes curl and made you sink down more and more into the bed.

“Fuck good girl, so good and wet and tight for me,” Taehyung praised, and you felt yourself start to unravel and you came hard for him, you moaned a few more times until he came inside you making you moan at how he filled you up.

“Hi,” Taehyung said smiling softly as he guided you back onto your back. “One second, let me clean you up,” Taehyung said, “and then I can go,” he added, and you shook your head.

“Let’s start the whole friendship thing in a couple of days?” You said smiling and Taehyung nodded, “fine by me, but I still need to clean you up,” you nodded smiling as you saw him wander into your bathroom a lazily smile adorning your face.

The plan to begin your friendship with Taehyung in a couple of days failed, frankly, it didn’t begin at all. Not when you woke up the night after the second time to him peppering kisses on your shoulder, and not the week after when you were choking on his thick length, and not now—three months into it—when he was dick deep inside you fucking and making you cum for the fourth time tonight.

You both hung out a lot and fucked, he had broken all your rules, but you didn’t care. You were blinded by the orgasms, and Taehyung was falling slowly, not that he’d dare to tell you, he didn’t have to, not when heartbreak was just around the corner.

“Hyung, we should really go to a different bar tonight,” Jungkook said his eyes widening when he realised where Taehyung had brought him. “Oh hush, this place has amazing drinks and I want some, Hana has been so MIA I wanted to talk to you, is she okay?” Taehyung asked concerned and Jungkook felt terrible and partially angry, you were his close friend, but so was Taehyung and Jungkook hated what you were doing to Taehyung.

“Hyung forget her, come on,” Jungkook pleaded trying to drag Taehyung who simply laughed, but stopped the minute he caught two people exchanging kisses in the bar through the clear windows.

“Well now I know why she’s been avoiding me,” Taehyung said sighing softly as he saw you engrossed in a passionate kiss with a stranger. “Well, I had three months with a heartbreaker that’s an achievement, right?” Taehyung joked half-heartedly.

“Look I’m going to head home, not in the mood to drink anymore, see you at work,” Taehyung said and Jungkook nodded waving Taehyung goodbye. He was burning holes into your head, but said head was too busy with a kiss to notice how you just broke Taehyung’s heart.

“Hey stranger, you’ve been ignoring me all week,” you said as you walked into Taehyung’s office a week after the kiss—one that you had no idea that he witnessed too. “I have shit to do, can’t always be there for you,” Taehyung muttered at you frowned at him closing the door behind you. “Taehyung what the fuck?” You asked sitting down in the chair in front of him.

“What happened?” You asked placing your hand on his only for him to snatch it away. “It’s irrational of me to be mad at you, but you fucking played me, and I let it happen,” Taehyung said. “What?” You questioned.

“I saw you, making out with some guy at the bar,” Taehyung muttered, and you nodded, “and do I owe you anything?” You asked and that made Taehyung snap, he was willing to be the fool who fell despite knowing what your deal was, but you were being snarky, and it made him lose his composure.

“No, in fact whores usually don’t, how much should I tip you?” Taehyung asked venom lacing every word, taking you aback, leaving you shocked. Taehyung sighed, “I” you held out your hand, “save it,” you said your eyes starting to water. “I’m so sorry,” Taehyung said softly.

“Look just forget I ever existed Taehyung, okay? Should be easy enough, whores are forgettable, aren’t they?” You said turning on your heel and walking out of his office. Taehyung felt horrible, but he just continued to work and two doors down his office, you were in yours falling apart. You were shamed a lot, but this one stung, because he came across so unjudgmental and uncaring about it, however you were wrong. He just like every other guy cared.

“No man will ever take a whore home to his mother, only back to his and then put her back on the streets.”

The taunt rang in your mind clear as day, fine then, you thought to yourself, you weren’t exactly looking for a purpose of fulfilment. Just mind-numbing sex, you got amazing sex with Taehyung, but he was an emotional weight that brought you down. You didn’t need him, out with the old and onto the next you thought.

You were the heartbreaker; you didn’t cry over guys, and you were determined to never let it happen again.

y'all not me having a job interview on Monday. istg if taehyung MANSPREADING is on my mind the entire interview I'm gnna-- 😩

i know for a fact that i am utterly in love with this man.

taehyung vs. spicy food

spicy food - 1 taehyung - 0

AMELIA HAHAHAHAAA. giiirrrrllll trust me when I say this: but me freaking too omfggg, this chim .......... your mans has been slithering his way into my heart and idk how I feel about it lmfaoooo.

ughhh-- but omg, tysm for the review<3 I'm so glad you enjoyed it as much as I did!!! Is this the end of the first steps couple, is it only the beginning?? Who knows (;

Jealousy & Parties - pjm

pairings: first steps couple

synopsis: sometimes, your husband can get a little jealous.

genre: some fluff, SMUT

warning(s): unprotected sex, choking, exhibitionism (kinda, LOL), doggy, ass spanking, mature language (use of the word slut), dom!jimin, sub!reader, dirty talk, jealous!jimin, possessive themes (not in a toxic way!!! Jimin just loves his wife!!!), biting/marking, oral (m. receiving), cream pie.

word count: 3.3k

note(s): okay listen, I've been getting waaaay too many jealousy dreams about the boys, so I wrote it. LOL. I really should be focusing on my fics (that are hopefully coming soooooon!!!!), but I couldn't shy away from jealous husband Jimin! Please ignore any mistakes... I didn't edit it this time LOL.

“Baby, are all the cupcakes set up?” You called to your husband as you dressed up Nari in her cute little purple dress. Thankfully, today Nari seemed to know it was something special, she wasn’t as fussy as she normally was when you tried putting dresses on her.

Today was Nari’s 1st birthday party, you and Jimin have been preparing for, for weeks now. You had made sure that all the decorations were made and hung up around your home, the arrangements for the cake was set, and of course, the abundant amount of gifts that you had bought for her was wrapped and set around in the living room. Jimin and you have strived all week to ensure that everything was set for her first milestone, and you both couldn’t be prouder of the turn out.

“Yeahp!” Jimin comes strolling into your shared bedroom; he sports a denim jacket, and his new hair; a shade of purple that matches the color of your own dress, while it contrasts with Nari’s plum purple. It was a lot of convincing for you to get Jimin on board with Nari’s purple themed party (he really insisted on pink, because he’s always loved pink on her, and you, but he was easily swayed when you had mentioned that you were buying his favorite chocolate cake from the bakery down the street), but like the loving husband that he was, he agreed uttering out “happy wife, happy life”, and here you were today. Ready to give your little bundle of joy the party of her life, whether she remembers it or not, most likely not, you were proud of the work you and your husband had put into it. You both could tackle anything if you both were able to pull this off.

“Hun, the boys will be here in a few minutes, I’ll just go wait by the door, okay?” Jimin jogs over to you giving your cheek a quick kiss, “look at you baby, so, so pretty, just like your mommy.” He tickles Nari, earning giggles from your baby, as she flails her arms reaching for her dad as he smothered her in kisses.

“Here she’s done, you can take her.” You say giving the squirming one-year old to your husband, “I’ll just clean up quickly and I’ll be down!”

Jimin coos at your little girl giving you a soft okay as the two pattered out of the bedroom, leaving you to quietly put away Nari’s pajamas. Your heart warmed at the thought that you and Jimin had been raising this amazing little girl for a whole year. You remember how happy you and Jimin were when you first found out that you were pregnant with her; the boys were just as excited, if not more, than you and Jimin. They were ecstatic to be having their first niece; you remember just how excited you both were when Jin said that him and Sunmi were pregnant with their son, Daemin. Because Daemin was the very first cousin, amongst the boys, he was ridiculously spoiled. You all showered him in many gifts, clothes, toys, you name it; he got it.

Then when you and Jimin were expecting, and when the boys found out it was a girl, they went ballistic. They gifted you many things, from toys, to dresses, to little shoes to match all of them; Nari received so much love from her uncles. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory.

“Jagi!” Jimin called, “Everyone’s here babe!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you closed Nari’s drawers, dusting off your hands and heading down to the party to greet your guests.

* * *

“How’re you doing, Y/n?”

You looked beside you to see Jimin’s best friend out of the boys, Taehyung. If you were close to anyone in the group, other than your husband, it’d be Taehyung. Yours and Taehyung’s relationship is nothing but friendly, nothing more; you are married to Jimin after all, and you love Jimin very much and vice versa, anyone with eyes could tell that the two of you are smitten for each other.

“I’m doing great, Tae.” You smiled up at the curly haired boy, “How’re you doing?”

Taehyung smirked, giving off his signature wink, “Great, now that you’re here.” You both chuckle at his attempt to flirt with you. Naturally, Taehyung was very flirty, with everyone, so, you always thought nothing of it, plus, you’re his best friends wife, Taehyung would never do something like that to Jimin.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked as you watched Nari giggling on the couch with your parents, who came shortly after the boys did. Jimin’s mother and father sat next to your own, cooing and chuckling at Nari as they played with her. Jin and Yoongi were standing in the kitchen standing over the cake that they had picked up for you; Hobi, Namjoon, and Jungkook sat by the windowsill with their wives, talking in hushed whispers and sharing a few laughs.

“Of course, I am,” Taehyung playfully shoves your shoulder, earning a giggle from you, “You and Chim did a great job!” Wrapping his arm around you to pull you into a side hug, you peered up at Taehyung in fits of giggles. As the two of you were lost in your little world, someone cleared their throat behind you.

“Y/n, your parents are taking Nari tonight, figured we’d have a quiet house to clean up.” Jimin’s sultry voice fills your ears, except his stare wasn’t as soft and loving as it normally was. His stare was hard and he wasn’t focusing on your eyes, but rather, his eyes were zeroed in on Taehyung’s arm that was still placed around your shoulders.

“Hey Chim!” Taehyung’s boxy smile appears as he glanced at your husband, to which Jimin nods stiffly, not returning the sweet gesture, Taehyung immediately removes his arm from you, nervously coughing.

“Sure, bub.” You say, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him, only for Jimin to possessively snake his own arm around your waist, gripping it tightly. Letting out a surprised gasp at his roughness, you eyed Taehyung who’s eyes were now bulging out of his sockets.

“Jimin.” You hissed, suddenly feeling heat rush to your cheeks and in between your legs with his sudden possessiveness.

“You,” He aggressively whispers into your ear, “are my wife, not Taehyung-ah’s,” Jimin’s grip tightened around your waist, “seems like you’ll need a reminder tonight.” He bites the shell of your ear gently, before pulling away and giving you his genuine smile.

The duality.

“Yes, Jagi?” Jimin asks you, teases you, knowing full well what he just whispered to you only seconds ago. You were left gobsmacked as Jimin’s hand trails down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, still aware that Taehyung was in front of the two of you. You and Jimin were never to shy away from PDA, kissing here and there, but never has he publicly shown the type of person he was behind closed doors. It seemed too teenager-ish to the two of you, at least that was one of the many things you both had the same opinion on… However, it seems that tonight he thought otherwise.

“Uh-“ Tae chokes out, “I’ll-uh, it’s late.” Coming over to shake Jimin’s hand. Jimin gave his friend a tight-lipped smile, gripping his hand tightly, “See ya, Chim.” Taehyung pulls him into a hug, and your husband gladly returns it, patting his back. When the two pull away, Jimin held his eye disappearing smile, as Tae shifted uncomfortably in his gaze, before giving you a small wave and retreating back to the party to say his own good-byes.

“What was that?” You bit at your husband, who turned to you in confusion. Shrugging his shoulders, his smile dropped.

“Once everyone leaves and your parents take Nari for the night,” He steps closer to you, “I expect you on our bed, naked, and on all fours waiting for me,” His voice dropped several octaves, making you clench your legs together, “If you’re not, it seems I’ve been too lenient towards you, baby.”

With that Jimin pulls back, giving you a smirk and walking towards your guests that were packing up to leave, departing from you, his extremely frustrated wife.

* * *

It had felt like hours.

Not wanting to disobey Jimin and risk getting a punishment, you were bent over on your bed, completely at his mercy, for whenever he decides to come back to your room.

After Jimin had left you, you followed after him to say goodbye to your guests, while Jimin didn’t seem affected by your encounter, you had become quieter, but thankfully no one noticed; except Jimin. While bidding your fellow family and friends farewell, Jimin had done nothing but tease you. His arm was always around your waist, kneading the flesh in the palms of his hand, squeezing here and there; his hand would travel its way down your back, landing on your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze when you were talking, causing you to gasp which didn’t go unnoticed by your guest; he would be chatting and laughing with someone while he smoothed your hair, roughly gripping it time to time, that made you squeeze your legs shut, to prevent yourself from dripping down your legs.

Your insatiable husband did not make tonight easy for you.

“Oh,” His sultry voice echoed in the room causing you to bite your lip as you felt yourself dripping onto the bed, “What a good girl.” You suddenly felt a presence behind your bent over figure, and you couldn’t help but squirm. Looking behind you, Jimin’s eyes were trained on your sopping center before his dark eyes trailed up your spine to greet your own.

“You and Taehyung-ah were quite close tonight hm?” Jimin traces his finger down your slit, gathering your wetness and rubbing it gently against your clit. You shut your eyes squishing your face in your pillow, mewling out.

But Jimin didn’t like that.

His hand roughly grasped your hair in a makeshift ponytail, and turned your head towards your left hand, the big diamond that graced it in your line of vision.

“Tell me Jagi,” Jimin breathes against the shell of your ear, “who’s ring is on your finger, hm?” Tugging your hair harder, you bite back a moan.

“Yours.” Jimin hums in approval.

“That’s right, baby. My ring is on your finger. You are my wife. You are the mother of my child.” Jimin grunts out his hand slithering down to your neck and gripping it; not enough to completely cut off your air supply, but enough for you to roll your eyes back in ecstasy.

“You’re so pretty,” Jimin mumbles against your neck, peppering kisses and sucking harshly at the junction between your neck and collarbone; your weak spot, that he knows all too well. “Love seeing my little wife so submissive for me. Just for me, isn’t that right, jagi?” No longer able to hold your moans in, you frantically grab Jimin’s hair, tilting your head to give him more room to plant more of his marks on you.

“Just yours,” You moaned, “Ji-Jimin,” You choked out as his free hand slithers its way to cup your mound, teasing his finger against your waiting hole. Whining in need, you thrust your hips in attempt to get his finger to slip in, but Jimin squeezes your throat harder.

“What do you want?” He growled, “I’ve been too nice to you baby, thinking you could get away with wearing a dress like that?” You could feel Jimin’s hardened length press against your ass, him pushing up into you; another one of his ways he’s been teasing you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t see Taehyung’s eyeing your tits,” Jimin continues to refuse you the feeling of his fingers inside you, only circling your clit once in a while, earning a groan of frustration from you.

“N-no,” You cry, “I didn’t, I swear—only eyes for you, Chim, please.” Jimin’s hand around your throat disappears and a sharp slap fills your ears and the sting on your ass causes you to yelp.

“You can beg better than that,” Another slap to your ass causes you to fall forward, “C’mon, pet, beg for me, or maybe you want to be left all alone and needy, maybe I should call Tae and see if he’d want to fuck my wife.” Jimin’s jealousy complex was shining through, and it made your aching pussy want him more.

“No!” You cried, clenching around nothing, “P-please, Jimin, want you—only you, want your cock in me, pl-please.” Your mind was in a haze, the only thought that you had was Jimin pounding into you and proving that his cock was what you wanted, what you needed.

Jimin coos, pushing your head down and the sound of him unbuckling his belt hurriedly, makes you drip in desire, “So pretty for me, baby.” You feel his fingertips trail your spine, a chill creeping down with every stroke of his finger, but before you could bask in the gentleness from him, you were roughly pulled to stand; Jimin’s hands gripping your arms and pushing you towards the floor-to-ceiling window that led to your balcony. Harshly spinning you around to slam your back against the wall, Jimin’s face was only centimeters away from your own. His eyes dark and full of lust, while you gasp for air.

“On your knees.” His demand has your scrambling to the floor, greeted by his thick member in front of your face. Staring up at your husband, Jimin cocks and eyebrow, “Well?” He snapped; rolling his eyes, Jimin grips your hair and thrusts into your throat roughly, not giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. Times like this you were thankful for not having a gag reflex.

“Fuck,” Jimin seethes through his teeth, hooded eyes watching you take his length into your mouth, “Who’s cock is claiming your mouth hm?” His hand grips your hair, shoving you harder against him, “because it sure as hell isn’t Taehyung’s.” Jimin continues his rough assault on your willing mouth, holding your head and pushing you down onto him, your nose brushing against his pubic bone. Your jaw was aching, but you couldn’t help but admire Jimin’s eyes that were shut in absolute pleasure; pleasure from you. The lewd sounds of your mouth taking his cock and his moans made you wetter than you already were; if that was even possible.

Jimin roughly pulls you off his cock, pumping his member in his hands before you quickly got up off the floor and pulled his lips to yours.

Moaning in each other’s mouths, Jimin’s free hand pulled you closer to him. It was the first time you two had kissed tonight, with all the teasing and the inappropriate touching, the kiss was what made you fall in love with Jimin all over again. It was heated, but the love and passion that you and Jimin have had through all the years, was always in your kisses. His mouth chases after yours as you lean against the cold window, as his tongue makes itself familiar with yours. Jimin gently bites down on your bottom lip, before pulling away, and turning you to press your front against the coldness.

“So pretty, so perfect.” Jimin runs his leaking tip against your soaked cunt, teasing you even more by pushing the head in, only to pull it right back out, and dragging it up and down your slit. “Such a good cock-slut for me,” He whispers.

“Chim-“ You choke, thrusting back into him, both of you moaning at the intrusion of Jimin’s tip in you, “Please, God, please fuck me, wanna cum.” You whine.

“So, good for me.” With that Jimin pushes his entire length in you, moaning at the feel of your tightness wrapped around him. Biting his lip, Jimin groans, “Oh fuck.”

“Shit.” You gasp, as Jimin slams into you, your chests pressed against the window, praying that no one walks by your house as his cock splits you open. Moaning out his name with each powerful thrust, Jimin pulls your head back with your hair, tilting it to give his lips access to your neck again, where he sucks pink hues onto your neck. His tongue travelling up to reach your cheeks, giving you soft pecks and breathy moans, that only spurred you on to grind back against him, needing to feel him deeper.

“Fuck, jagi,” slamming his hips harder against your ass, your forehead falling to press up against the window, heavy pants escaping your lips when Jimin’s hands ventures towards your breasts, cupping them firmly while he pulls you harder against him, “You feel so fucking good.” Jimin lifts your leg and propping it up slightly to angle him deeper, he growls at the newfound position, loving every second of it.

“Ji-Jimin,” You mewl, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach as Jimin continues to pound into you.

“You gonna cum for me?” He speeds up his thrusts, you could’ve sworn you felt him in your stomach, “Moan for me, Y/n.” And you do. You moan loudly at how Jimin fills up your cunt amazingly, the feel of his thick cock slipping in and out of you with so much ease, the way you feel your own wetness coats the inside of your legs. “Who’s name are you moaning, baby?” Jimin hums, harshly slapping your ass.

Once.

Twice.

“That’s it baby, cum around my cock. Make a mess on me—shit, that’s it.” Jimin loses his mind watching you shamelessly using him to get yourself off, he’s almost feral with how hard he sinks his dick into you, deeper than he’s ever been.

And you’re equally loosing your own mind, head absolutely empty—other that the thought of you need to cum. Not even a second later, you’re falling apart on your husband’s dick, whimpering, and whining at how he continues to fuck you through your high, your arousal dripping down his shaft.

“Jimin,” You whisper his name as if it were a prayer and Jimin gladly continues to roll his hips into yours.

“So, so good baby.” His hips pausing as he thrusts harder, nearing his high as you feel him twitch inside you, “oh sh-shit.” Jimin groans spilling his hot seed inside you. You bite your lip at the feeling of him completely filling you up, resting against the window that cooled you off after your intense activity. Jimin stays inside you, gently letting your leg go, and hugging you from behind. He peppers kisses on your shoulders and kisses just underneath your earlobe.

“Why were you so aggressive tonight,” You hummed now leaning back against him; Jimin’s fingers draw circles on your hips, still holding you against him as you two look outside and enjoying the gleam of the stars.

“Didn’t like the way Tae was flirting.”

“Wha-“ You giggle, finally allowing Jimin’s dick to slip out of you, the both of you hissed at the sensitivity, and you take his hand, leading him to your bed, “Oh, Chim… You couldn’t possibly be jealous of me talking to Taehyungie, were you?” Jimin pouts, slipping under the covers with you, holding you close.

“No…” He grumbles, nuzzling into your neck, “Not really.” You let out a breathy laugh wrapping your own arms around him.

“Chim, I married you,” You kiss his forehead, “I’m wearing your wedding ring,” You kiss his cheek, “and I had your baby.” You kiss his nose, “What have you got to worry about?” Jimin whines, tightening his arms around you.

“Absolutely nothing,” He sighs, “it’s not my fault you’re so hot.” He grunts into your neck.

Giggling to yourself you plant a lingering kiss on his lips, “You’re silly… I love you.” Jimin smiles lazily, deepening the kiss and rolling on top of you.

“I love you,” He repeats, pulling away gently before pecking your lips once more, “forever.”

not that I'm tryna convince anyone... but this man owns my heart. idc what anyone says lol.

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can't breathe 🥴🥴🥴