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y'all this series 😭 y/n is a little frustrating, tae is still a little too mean... but I like it 😩 low-key was surprised with him agreeing to her terms, but )))))): ugh these two, man. just want them together already lol.

but this is soooo good ))): ugh I love it

BICKER ‖ six

Out of all the places in the world, you run into Taehyung at your friend's party.

⤑ word count: 9.6k ⤑ genre: angst, enemies to lovers, lack of proper communication tbh, smut (fingering, blowjob), dirt talk ⤑ rating: 18+

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The trip home was a mess. Everyone made your life a living hell by trying to hook you up with Taehyung every chance they could get. The worst part is that it started from the very second you got in the van, which was very early. So, Taehyung was being shoved down your throat partially from the second you woke up, and not in a fun way.

Of course, none of your friends knew what had happened the night before. You obviously weren’t going to tell everyone how Taehyung turned your offer for sex down like that and left you lying half-naked in bed, full of himself. It was too embarrassing to mention and you were frankly really annoyed by it, the more you thought about it. Taehyung could have at least given you his number when you asked for it, but he chose to play hard to get.

Hoseok still wasn’t feeling the best and, because of Yoongi’s reckless driving, he threw up in the van, which quickly killed the mood, luckily for you. The plans to stop by different places fell through because you were trying to get home as quickly as possible so Hoseok could get some rest. Thankfully, this meant that you’d spend less time with the group, giving them less time to hype Taehyung up and try to set you up.

You did talk to Taehyung for a while, but nothing personal was mentioned. You had to note that he was trying his best to be nice to you and he didn’t throw a single insult your way, which was a huge improvement. But, he didn’t try to flirt or anything like that, so you wouldn’t exactly call it a win. Besides, it wasn’t that easy to forget how he turned you down the night before. You could bet he felt really good about himself.

As soon as you got back home, it felt like the trip happened in some other life. Taehyung didn’t contact you, you didn’t contact him, and none of your friends mentioned anything about it. It was like you made the whole thing up, but everything was too real for that, especially the shame you felt when you remember how Taehyung just walked out on you.

The worst part about it was that you couldn’t fucking stand Taehyung before the trip and now you thought about him more often than not, and you couldn’t understand why.

Did you like Taehyung? Fuck yes.

Did you want to date him? Probably not. You weren’t even sure.

You were thinking that since you hadn’t seen him in a week, but you were certain he’d find a way to reel you back in as soon as you laid eyes on him—you just didn’t think it would be so soon and so unexpected.

It was the night of the infamous party at Daesun’s. Jongho was going to be there, clearly, but the fact that Sophia and Jungkook would too was what made you go in the first place.

If you found an excuse for not showing up, you’d feel like you were letting Daesun down and she was the persistent type. You weren’t exactly close, but you often hung out with her and Sophia, so you didn’t want to disappoint her.

Knowing that the lovebirds would be there provided you with a perfect escape plan—you’d hang out with them for a while and thus avoid being left along with Jongho. You knew those two would leave early because they valued their alone time more than parties. So, when they left, you’d go too, and avoid any awkwardness with Jongho while not seeming like an unsupportive friend.

The last person you expected to see there was Taehyung, but that’s exactly who you noticed the second Daesun showed you into the living room. You weren’t exactly early, which meant that most of the guests were already there, but your gaze flew to Taehyung the second you walked into that room. Locking eyes with him made your heart drop to your stomach. You hadn’t seen him in a while and you hadn’t heard from him, so being in the same room with him made you feel excited, for the lack of a better word.

But then you remembered that he probably had an ulterior motive for being there and your mood instantly changed. Taehyung definitely knew you were going to be at this party. He couldn’t have texted and let you know he was coming?

“What’s he doing here?” You asked Daesun, wondering why your question made it sound like you hated the dude. You didn’t, you just weren’t sure how Taehyung got invited and why nobody thought to inform you he was coming, not even Taehyung himself.

“Isn’t he hot?” Daesun asked and you hoped she wouldn’t try to make a move on Taehyung in front of you. Despite your rocky relationship with him, you didn’t want to witness your acquaintance try to get with him. Even worse, you didn’t want to witness her succeeding after you so spectacularly failed. “Sophia came with him.”

Sophia? That traitor!

You made a mental note to tell her she should have informed you about this, but then you remembered that you hadn’t even discussed Taehyung with her after the trip. Because you were so annoyed with all of them for teasing you about it so much, you asked her not to mention Taehyung until you did it first, so she kept her mouth shut.

Ha, it served you right! It was your fault you didn’t know he’d be coming. If you weren’t so adamant about him not talking about Taehyung, Sophia would have told you all about it.

Since it was expected of you, you walked over to greet your best friend and him, and so you found out that Jungkook wasn’t feeling well and Taehyung was kind enough to take his place.

Kind, your ass!

You knew he had a hidden motive to be there—Jongho. Whether he was willing to admit it or not, you were sure Taehyung was curious about Jongho. You’d even go so far as to say that it hurt him a bit to hear that you thought Jongho was a nice guy and that Sophia was so into the idea of you two dating. After all, why would he react the way he did and get upset with you over saying Jongho is a nice guy?

You didn’t think highly of yourself and you’d never for a second think Taehyung would go through all this trouble just to get to see you. No, you knew he could be petty when he wanted to, and showing up here when he knew Jongho would come was exactly what you expected of him.

Daesun came over to ask Sophia to help her get more drinks from the kitchen, and you had a feeling it was a setup so she could get more information out of Sophia about Taehyung. You couldn’t blame Daesun, not when he looked that attractive. Something was really wrong with you if you felt that way about Taehyung, but you couldn’t help it: he decided to wear a loose white shirt and tight jeans. The outfit paired with that cologne of his made him ten times more attractive than he already was to you.

Or maybe that was the fact that he turned you down. Sophia was probably right—you were so attracted to Taehyung because he showed you that you couldn’t have him whenever you felt like it, and that messed with your ego.

Either way, you were painfully into Taehyung and you didn’t want to let it show.

“Why exactly are you here?” You turned to Taehyung as soon as the two of your friends left the room and you had some privacy. Well, there were other people there, but you didn’t care whether they heard you two talking.

“To see you,” he admitted without even blinking, and you could tell he was lying. The smirk on his face gave him away immediately. “Why else?”

“To see if I’ll mess with Jongho?” You cocked an eyebrow up suggestively.

“I wouldn’t stoop that low,” Taheyung placed his hand over his heart as if he was shocked by your assumption, but his tone was playful. “He’s a good guy, after all. Would never even dream about hurting his feelings!”

“Seriously, don’t say anything to the guy, we should keep him out of it,” you lowered your voice and glared at Taehyung, hoping to show him that messing with Jongho was really out of the question.

You were already feeling bad about the way you treated him—you hadn’t even texted him back, and Jongho deserved more than that. You didn’t want Taehyung to say something mean to him because he wasn’t a part of this thing of yours, whatever it was. The guy didn’t know what was going on and it was best to keep it that way. You weren’t sure how exactly to tell him that you weren’t interested in anything with him but you were interested in Taehyung, even though he annoyed the hell out of you every time you saw each other.

“Why would I say anything?” Taehyung feigned surprise but you could read right through him.

“To get back at me?” You suggested, knowing very well he’d be capable of that just to make fun of you. The fact that he even showed up here was already enough.

“For what?” He smirked and you knew he was already enjoying this whole thing. “For wanting to fuck me?”

“Okay, you’re doing the most,” you said and then downed your drink, deciding to stop giving him the time of day.

“I’m not some loser who will haunt every guy who likes you, ok?” Taehyung asked, finally sounding serious. Mad, even. If you didn’t know him, you would have thought he actually cared about your opinion.

The fact that he didn’t even contact you since you came back home was enough for you to understand that he wasn’t serious about any of it. It was just like you thought: he was bored and wanted to fuck. When he realized that you didn’t have the highest opinion of him, Taehyung got offended and did everything he could to get you to want him, all with the goal of turning you down. Sadly, it worked.

“Then why did you come here?”

“Because Sophia needed some company and I’m still Jungkook’s friend,” Taehyung said, making you feel completely stupid. Of course, it was a nice thing to do. Besides, why would he turn down free booze and the chance to meet more women? Daesun was clearly into him, so he had that going already and he’d been at the party for 10 minutes at that point. “But also, I think I’ll enjoy your interaction with Jongho immensely, seeing as he’s too good of a guy and all.”

His comment made you chuckle, mostly because he had you in the first half and you were actually starting to believe Taehyung wasn’t there because he wanted to see Jongho. But no, he was curious about it, you could tell.

“You know what? Two can play the game,” you said with a shrug. “See you!”

With that, you turned around and left, greeting some friend of Daesun’s you knew vaguely. If Taehyung was going to act like that and try to make fun of you for being at the same party as Jongho, you could just ignore him. You offered him a chance to give you his number and you went over to talk to him when you didn’t have to, but he kept playing hard to get thinking it would get you to beg.

A while later, your worst fear came true—Jongho came over to say hi and Taehyung was right there, feet away from the two of you. Jongho went in for an awkward hug that lasted less than a second, but you caught Taehyung’s eyes on you and you just knew he was enjoying it from afar.

Thankfully, Jongho kept things friendly and didn’t mention anything between the two of you. You hoped he wouldn’t because you didn’t know how to let him down easily, especially not in front of other people.

Despite everything Sophia has told you about Jongho, you just couldn’t look at him that way. Yes, he was a sweet and respectful guy, but there was no chemistry. You could see the two of you being friends but after he expressed his interest in you, that wasn’t possible either. Maybe he’d start thinking of your friendship as something more with time and you didn’t want that burden, not again. That thing happened more than once, and it ended badly every time, with men accusing you of friend-zoning them even though you were always honest from the start about not having any kind of sexual interest in them.

But, Jongho didn’t seem like that type of guy. Sophia knew and liked him, so he couldn’t be such a drama queen without her knowing about it. He was also fun to talk to, so you spent a lot more time talking to him than you originally intended. But then again, what options did you have? You sure as hell weren’t going to go talk to Taehyung and Sophia.

After a while, Sophia decided to join you. When she did so, she gave you a look that told you she was there to help you get out of the situation, if you wanted to. Even though she was totally down with the idea of you and Jongho together, she decided to put you first and offered you a way out, which you greatly appreciated.

However, it wasn’t necessary right then—Jongho was actually telling a funny story about a trip he took last year and you wanted him to go on.

In the middle of the story, though, you started to wonder where Taehyung was now if Sophia was right there with you, and she was his only friend at the party. Maybe it was because you were worried about him being left all alone in a room with a bunch of strangers, or maybe it was simple curiosity, you couldn’t pinpoint it.

You turned around to locate him and it wasn’t difficult to do so—Taehyung was standing next to the window with a drink in his hand and Daesun all over him. They weren’t touching each other or anything like that, but she was giggling, and right when you looked at them, she touched his shoulder and leaned against it, laughing.

You knew how she flirted and this was exactly it.

Daesun was really obvious when she was trying to hook up with someone, and she was more than straightforward. Even Taehyung’s cockiness couldn’t compare to Daesun’s when she knew she wanted someone. So, you were sure Taehyung would get offered to go upstairs by the end of the night and something inside of you stung at the thought of him accepting the offer. You didn’t want him to hook up with Daesun of all people, especially not right in front of you.

While Jongho and Sophia laughed about something funny he said, your mind raced back to Taehyung. Did he really have to do this? First, he showed up to this party practically uninvited and admitted to coming because Jongho would be here. Then, he started flirting with the host right in front of you. The more time went by, the clearer it became that this whole thing was a game from the beginning, at least in his book.

Was this some sort of revenge? He’d get you back for turning him down back when you first met by getting you to like him and then fucking someone else right in front of you? If so, it was lame.

Instead of focusing on Taehyung being a jerk and flirting with someone right in front of you, you turned your attention back to the conversation with Jongho and Sophia, who were now talking about your trip, which immediately made you think of Taehyung again. It was impossible for you to focus on the conversation, so you excused yourself and went to the bathroom to have a minute to yourself.

Your behavior was really getting pathetic so you looked yourself in the mirror and told yourself to stop being a little bitch. Why were you even thinking about this fucking guy so much? It’s not like you cared about him.

This was the thing: you liked Taehyung.

Maybe because he was mean to you, maybe because he was a great kisser and there was chemistry, and maybe because he turned you down and you wanted his attention. Still, he didn’t seem to care about any of that right now—he seemed more than happy to be around Daesun.

So, instead of being angry about it, you had to go out there, talk to people, and then go home before getting into another bickering session with him.

And that’s exactly what you did.

When you walked back into the main room, you ran into Jimin, an old friend of yours.

“Of all the places in the world!” You said and went in for a hug, happy to see him there. You weren’t sure how Jimin was connected to anyone here, but you were more than excited about him being there. One more person you knew!

“Where have you been hiding?” Jimin asked as he inspected you from head to toe, nodding approvingly. “You look amazing! What’s your secret, still single?”

“Exactly,” you grinned and asked him to come to the kitchen with you so you could get a drink.

Jimin told you he was there with a girl who happened to be Daesun’s friend. They were going out clubbing afterward and his date just wanted to stop by and say hi, but she saw someone she used to be close with, so she was deep in conversation with them and Jimin was looking for someone to talk to, so you two kind of helped each other get through half of the night.

It was a lot easier not to focus on Taehyung a) when you weren’t in the same room, b) when you didn’t have to watch Daesun drool all over him, and c) when you had Jimin to talk to.

You weren’t even sure why you two weren’t that close anymore—work and school got in the way of your clubbing dates, and now you felt a bit too old for all of that. It was hard to keep up with Jimin’s lifestyle, but if he was dating someone, there was a chance he’d prefer to get coffee over partying.

When you two returned to the living room, you were more than disappointed to see that Taehyung and Daesun were still talking to each other, far away from other people. It was like they were lost in their own little bubble: she listened, all doe-eyed, and Taehyung was explaining something to her.

As if he could sense drama, Jimin asked you who the guy you were staring at was. “I know he’s someone.”

“That’s Jungkook’s annoying friend,” you informed Jimin, knowing he’d remember Taehyung if you described him like that. Besides, you were sure you never even mentioned him by name, but you’d most definitely mentioned how fucking annoying he was.

“Oh,” Jimin nodded before turning to check Taehyung out, which was clearly visible to anyone who happened to see it. “He’s good-looking.”

“Please, don’t be so subtle,” you whispered with a chuckle. “The people across the street figured it out!”

“Chill, he’s talking to Daesun, he won’t notice,” Jimin informed you, like that made things better. You didn’t want to hear that Daesun was the center of Taehyung’s attention, not even as a joke. “Okay, so we don’t like him. Why are you staring at him then?”

“Let’s say we kind of like him, after all,” you admitted, to which Jimin nodded slowly, without questioning why you now liked the guy you found so annoying.

“And why aren’t we there with him?” Jimin asked, to which you immediately shook your head. “We’re gonna let Daesun try to grab it from us?”

“Because we don’t play games,” you informed him with a grin. “How about we get another drink?”

Three drinks later, Jimin’s date walked over and told him she was ready to go.

You two got introduced and they were gone a couple of minutes later, leaving you alone in the kitchen. Well, you weren’t alone, but you didn’t know the people there, so you grabbed another drink and went to the living room.

Sadly, you didn’t know anyone there either.

It seemed like Sophia and Jongho went somewhere together. Knowing them, they probably went outside to get some fresh air and talk in peace.

Jimin went clubbing, and the only two people you knew were Taehyung and Daesun, but you weren’t about to go interrupt them and seem crazy. Taehyung was already full of himself anyway, so if you interrupted them, he’d get so conceited it would be just incredible.

Instead of ruining their fun, you sat down on a sofa and sipped on your drink, looking around in hopes of spotting a familiar face, but it simply wasn’t your night. Maybe that meant it was time for you to just call it a night.

And then, your eyes caught Taehyung’s and he had the audacity to cock his head to the side and smirk at you while Daesun was talking to him. He was really something, this guy!

You turned your head to the side just so he’d stop looking at you, but he didn’t. You could feel Taehyung’s eyes on you, so you tried to look anywhere else other than at him. When you noticed he looked away, you shot a glance his way, but it didn’t end there.

You caught Taehyung glaring at you every time you looked in his direction, and at some point, you decided you’ve had enough. You just felt the need to tell Taehyung he sucked before you left this stupid party that Daesun threw just so she could drool all over the guy you were into.

Clearly, you weren’t the soberest at that time, but it seemed like a good idea to confront Taehyung, so you got up and walked over, downing your drink as you did so. Taehyung seemed amused from the second he realized you were about to join them, and you knew he’d planned this all along.

“Hey, Daesun, could you get me a drink?” You asked her, taking her by surprise. “I couldn’t find the pink gin and I really want it.”

You realized you sounded like a spoiled bitch, but you didn’t care, not that many drinks in. Besides, you didn’t want her to know about you and Taehyung in case the two of them hooked up. Even if it wasn’t your favorite scenario, Daesun still had the right to hook up with him, so you didn’t want to ruin it for her.

On the other hand, you didn’t care if you ruined anything for Taehyung—he had it coming.

“It’s right in the kitchen,” Daesun informed you, clearly not pleased by your plea. She didn’t want to leave Taehyung alone for a second, it seemed.

“It’s not there,” you responded, shaking your head and playing dumb. Couldn’t she just leave? “I checked and couldn’t find it. Please?”

Seeing as there was no other option but to go and look, Daesun agreed, even though unwillingly. “Sure,” she nodded. “I’ll be right back,” she said to Taehyung, who grinned at her.

He was so fucking full of himself that it was almost unbelievable.

“Can you stop trying to fuck my friend in front of me?” You asked the second Daesun moved away.

“Let’s go somewhere more private to have this conversation,” Taehyung suggested and you decided to lead the way, even though you weren’t sure where you were going and why.

Upstairs sounded like a good idea—nobody would overhear you telling Taehyung that he was a fucking jerk for this. He followed you without a word into the first room you could find. You turned around to face him and watched him close the door behind you two, separating you from everyone else at the party.

“First of all,” Taehyung walked into you, making you take a step backward. “You’re not going to boss me around.”

The way he said the words made you stop being angry. You weren’t scared, far from it, but the tone of Taehyung’s voice intrigued you. It almost sounded playful.

“I’m not bo—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Second of all, you’re going to let me finish speaking like I let you. Ok?” Taehyung asked with his brows raised. Okay, you have managed to piss him off.

You nodded in agreement, curious to see where this was going.

“Third of all, you can’t ask me not to talk to people when you don’t even have my number, you don’t follow me on social media even though you follow all my friends, and you pretend we don’t know each other after making out with me and asking me to fuck you,” Taehyung spat the words out, but then he smiled at you warmly. “That makes sense, right?”

You gulped and managed to get a “yes” out, but then anger took over you again. “Why are you making all of it seem like my fault?” You asked and Taehyung instantly frowned. “I asked you for your number, but you didn’t want to give it.”

“Okay,” Taehyung raised both hands. “You’re right, I should have given it then.”

You nodded, suddenly feeling like a dumbass for even starting all of this. Taehyung clearly didn’t want Daesun—otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent half the night staring at you. Even if he wanted her, what could you do about it? You two weren’t dating. It was your own fault for hooking up with him.

“Are you jealous?” Taehyung asked you with a smirk on his face and you knew he already knew the answer. It was as if the thought just hit him and he thought it would be funny to tease you about it when it was the last thing you wanted to discuss.

“Shut up,” you linked your arms across your chest, deciding not to give in.

Yes, you were fucking jealous, there was no other way to put it. You didn’t fucking want Daesun to sleep with Taehyung, you didn’t want her to touch him or kiss him or laugh at his jokes.

You wanted to do all of that.

“Okay,” Taehyung shrugged, taking a step back.

Neither of you spoke for what seemed like a full minute, which was extremely awkward. You stood there in a random room, staring at each other, neither one of you wanting to give in. Taehyung’s smirk was as annoying as always, but the fact that you wanted him was even more upsetting.

“Do you want me?”

The question completely took you aback so you took a good look at Taehyung to determine whether he was making fun of you or if the question was serious. His expression told you he really wanted to know, so you decided to be honest.

“Yes,” you admitted, hoping you wouldn’t regret it.

This thing had to start or end somehow, so why not there and then?

“Ok,” Taehyung nodded as if you just didn’t admit something important. “Then save my number.”

“Now?” You asked in confusion and when Taehyung confirmed, you pulled your phone out of your purse and wrote his number down, calling him right away so he’d have your number too. You weren’t going to fall for the trap again and be the one who has to make the first contact. No, there were two of you in this now.

“Ok, now that that’s out of the way, sit on that table,” Taehyung instructed and you did as he asked, like a complete mindless fool.

Taehyung approached you and walked over until he was standing between your legs and looking down at your face. Having him that close made you shiver, and you hoped he didn't notice. It’s been a while since you two were so close together, so long you almost forgot how he tasted and felt, but now that he was right next to you, it was all coming back.

“You’re jealous of Daesun?” Taehyung repeated the question from earlier, clearly interested enough not to drop the topic. You had a feeling he wanted to know just so it could stroke his ego.

“No, it’s just… Ah…” You sighed, unsure of how to express what you were feeling.

Were you jealous of her? Did you really think he was going to hook up with her? Or were you just upset that he wasn’t paying attention to you? That he didn’t want to fuck you when you offered?

“Just what?” Taehyung asked, cocking his head to the side, expecting an answer.

“It annoyed me,” you said with a sigh.

“What, me talking to her?”

“Yes… Her being all over you,” you said, looking around so you wouldn’t have to look him in the eyes when you admitted it.

“Are you in a relationship with me?” Taehyung asked, which instantly annoyed you.

Why would he even ask things when he knew the answer? Yeah, you knew it was dumb to feel that way when you two were nothing. You didn’t even text, so you feeling jealous over him was idiotic, and you knew it without him rubbing that in.

“Clearly, no,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at him and tell him to knock it off.

“Did you fuck me?”

“No,” this time, you were a lot quieter because you remembered how he walked out on you that night.

“Are we friends?” Taehyung asked, and you started to understand where all of this was leading to.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

Were you? He hadn’t even thought to contact you last week, despite almost fucking you during the trip. You got along and then you didn’t and then you did again, but it all amounted to nothing in the end.

“Okay, so why would it annoy you if I, a random guy you know, talks to some other girl?” Taehyung said smugly, and for a second, you thought about getting up and leaving. But then, his expression changed and you could tell he was actually trying to get somewhere.

“Because I don’t want you to be some random guy,” you said, risking it all.

It was stupid of you to give Taehyung that much power. One wrong word could really hurt and humiliate you, and you both knew it. If he decided to walk out, it would be really disappointing and embarrassing and there’d be nothing you could do to stop it.

“So, you want more,” he stated, now keeping his voice down, still focused on your face.

Then, Taehyung’s warm hands landed on your thighs and his touch made you flex your muscles—you weren’t expecting to feel his hands on you, especially not so close to your crotch. They were right there in the middle, not too high up to be inappropriate, but definitely high enough for you to realize what he was after.

Instead of responding, you nodded in agreement, your ego taking a hit. You’d just admitted that you wanted more than friendship to him, the guy who’d ignored you and turned you down, all because his hands were so fucking distracting.

“Good,” Taehyung said and slowly moved one of his hands up your thigh until it reached the hem of your underwear. “May I?”

You nodded and Taehyung immediately pressed his palm against your crotch, the warmth feeling so soothing against your clothed sex. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was gunning for this from the beginning, it seemed. Wasn’t that his game all along? If so, he was a lot smarter than you were.

“More?” He whispered the word, leaning in so close to your face that you thought he was going for a kiss, but you knew he was too proud for that.

You nodded again and he pulled your underwear down a bit, so you lifted your hips to give him better access.

Once the underwear was halfway down your thighs and you felt naked in front of him, despite still being fully clothed, Taehyung teased you with a single finger—he ran the back of it up your slit and then stopped.

“Where were we?” Taehyung pretended he forgot the topic he so clearly enjoyed talking about. “Oh yes, you’re mad because I talked to Daesun.”

“Not mad, but… Yeah.”

“Not mad? Sure?” Taehyung cocked both eyebrows up, a playful smile across his lips. You nodded, but it didn’t seem like Taehyung believed you. He chuckled and quickly sneaked a finger up your pussy, making you hiss. “I think you were mad. You don't like seeing someone you’re into talking to other women.”

Taehyung was right about that, clearly. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting there with a finger inside of you or thinking about sleeping with him.

“You’re right,” you admitted, finally understanding that he’d please you as long as your answers kept pleasing him.

“Good, we’re getting somewhere,” Taehyung grinned and started to move his fingers up and down gently. “Really fucking tight.”

“Mhm,” you tried to hum in response, but it sounded more like a moan, mostly because his finger felt good.

“So let’s recap, shall we… You can talk to Jongho and that other dude…” You figured he meant Jimin, which was funny since you’d never shown an ounce of interest in each other sexually, but Taehyung didn’t know that. “You can laugh with them and have a drink with them and flirt with them,” Taehyung leaned in and grinned. “But, if I talk to Daesun, who is the only person I was introduced to here, by the way, you’re mad? You’re not seeing things straight.”

Well, he had a point there. While you were focused on how mean of him it was to talk to Daesun, who he’d just met, you were out there talking to Jongho, who Taehyung knew about, and Jimin, who he knew nothing about.

There were always two sides to every story, which was kind of the running theme of your and Taehyung’s love-hate relationship, and you should have figured it out by then.

And then it hit you that Taehyung was right all along—not everything was about you. The sooner you started to think of it that way, the easier this whole thing would become.

“You’re right,” you told him, not wanting to bicker about it any longer. Besides, his finger was now moving in circles inside of you, rubbing against your walls just right, so it became hard to focus on his words fully.

“You’re just saying that to get another finger,” Taehyung said with a smirk, milking out the situation as much as possible. However, this time you didn’t mind—you actually enjoyed it. You were both having fun.

You nodded quickly, knowing it would make him chuckle.

“Do you want it?” Taehyung said, licking his lips.

“Yes,” you admitted, staring right back into his eyes.

Yes, you were into him, but he was into you too. So, if you weren’t immune to his stares and cockiness, he wasn’t immune to yours either.

“Say it,” Taehyung hissed the words at you, clearly wanting to hear you explain just how much you wanted him.

Would you give him that much? “I want it.”

“Want what?” Taehyung leaned in so close that he was now right next to the side of your face, his lips next to your ear, dangerously close.

“Seriously?” You asked, thankful that he couldn’t see you roll your eyes at him.

“Do I look serious to you?” Taehyung asked, pulling back so you two could look at each other and you couldn’t help but look down at his lips.

You nodded slowly, still focused on his lips. Would he give in and kiss you first? You sure hoped so.

“Then say it,” he shrugged, determined not to finger you until you said exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Taehyung, I want another finger,” you said firmly, a lot louder than before.

“You got it,” Taehyung immediately gave in, adding another finger and slowly moving them up and down. “Where were we? Ah, yes… If we’re playing this game, we have to be equal here. You may not want everyone to know you want to fuck the guy you despise so much, I get it, but then there have to be some rules. Rule number one, at least have my number.”

“I do now!” You said to your defense, even though it wasn’t that big of a deal. You could have gotten it sooner if you treated him like a friend, that was true, but he could have gotten yours, too.

“Because of me,” Taehyung frowned and pulled his fingers out. “Rule two, add me on social media. What I mean is, don’t pretend you don’t know me when you want my dick inside of you.”

He said the words with such confidence that it managed to turn you on, even though he was getting on your nerves. You did want him inside of you, he was right again.

“Done,” you said without blinking. “I’ll follow you when I log on.”

“Good,” Taehyung smiled while inserting his fingers into you again. “So wet for me already.”

“You’re hot when you’re angry,” you decided to stroke his ego a bit, hoping he’d drop the act and give you what you wanted. Besides, it wasn’t a lie—he did look hot when he was upset.

Taehyung chuckled and, for a second, his act was gone. He was that same dude that told you he wanted to fuck you badly, the same guy who told you he wanted you, who got angry because he thought you were just playing with him.

“I’m not angry, I’m just having fun,” he said with a grin, continuing to finger you very gently. “Remember how you said you wanted to be in charge? Not gonna happen.”

“No,” you shook your head, understanding him completely. He could be in charge all he wanted if he’d keep fingering you like that, getting your walls to clench on their own. “That can be you.”

“Great,” he nodded, happy with your response. “Rule three, if I want to talk to other women, I can.”

Your body went stiff at that rule, but you didn’t want to say anything. It was too much to ask of him to stop fucking other people. You two weren’t even fucking, so it was a crazy demand to ask for a relationship with someone who clearly wasn’t into it.

Taehyung went on, even though you could tell he noticed your reaction. “If you want to talk to other men, be my guest,” he looked straight into your eyes. “What, don’t like the rule?”

“No,” you admitted in all honesty, even though you knew this could be the end of it. If you disagreed on something like this, there was no going back. You could tolerate certain things, but fucking with other people wasn’t one of them, even if you two weren’t serious about each other. “I know you… Uh, you said you were in an open relationship of some sort. I’m not into that.”

“Wait, wait,” Taehyung leaned in again, his mouth so close to yours you could feel his breath fanning your face, luring you in. “Are we in a relationship?”

“No,” you shook your head, feeling stupid for even having to say it. Of course you weren’t, and your demand was insane. Still, you’d stand your ground even if it meant losing your chance with him.

“But what?”

“I can’t do this if we’re fucking with other people,” you said with a sigh. “That’s my rule.”

“Ok, so no talking to other people,” Taehyung nodded and decided to rub your clit with his thumb. “Noted. Not a problem.”

His answer surprised you, mostly because he admitted to being in an open relationship before. If that was his thing, it was hard to change such a preference, and you wanted to be certain he really meant it.

The way you saw it, if you two kept seeing each other and sleeping together and then he fucked someone else, it would upset you. You weren’t in love with Taehyung or anything like that, you just really liked him. Still, if he promised he wouldn’t fuck around and then did exactly that, you’d have to go back to hating him, for real this time, which would definitely cause issues for your friend group. So, if he couldn’t keep it in his pants, it was better not to even start this whole thing, no matter how great he was at fingering.

“Are you sure you’re ok with that? I mean, seeing as you were in an open thing before.”

“Well, the open thing was…” Taehyung stopped to sigh, then spoke again, now applying more pressure to your clit, which made you buck your hips into his warm hand. “I dated someone really bitchy,” he added another finger, making you grunt because of the stretch. “I was into her… Wanted to fuck her day and night, wanted to show her off, that sort of thing... You know when you’re dumb like that?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, enjoying the way his three fingers felt inside of you, especially with the thumb still playing with your clit. Fuck, Taehyung was good at this.

“I would even dare say I was in love with her,” he looked you straight in the eye and you could swear he looked sad, even if only for a second. “But it wasn’t enough, fucking me… She liked keeping her options open, seeing what’s out there, fucking around… She didn’t want things to get boring.”

Taehyung was still fingering you, but you stopped focusing on how good that felt and focused on his story instead. You weren’t sure if he wanted you to say something or not, but you understood that he was just trying to explain the nature of his open relationship because you mentioned that topic.

“That sucks,” you couldn’t help but say. Nobody deserved to feel like they weren’t enough for their partner.

“Yup, but I’m over it. Anyway, she wanted to be with me under the condition of keeping it open, so that’s why it was an open thing,” Taehyung admitted, and just hearing it upset you. So, he wanted to be with this person so much he was willing to make that big of a sacrifice, and it didn’t work out. It was sad.

“Was that ok for you?” You asked, wanting him to talk to you about it some more because it felt like you were finally getting to know the real him, the person behind this annoying facade he put on.

“Nope,” Taehyung grinned at you, but you could tell he was hurt by what he was saying.

Against your better judgment, you grabbed Taehyung’s wrist to stop him from moving and looked into his eyes. “Are you sure you’re ok? You sound kind of hurt.”

Taehyung cocked his head to the side and gave you a smirk. “Let’s not let this ruin the mood, huh? I was just answering your question.”

“Okay,” you let go of his hand, not wanting to pry. If he wanted to talk about it, he could, but you two weren’t exactly that close yet, even though his finger was inside of you right then. Taehyung continued to finger you, this time actually trying to make it feel good.

“The point is, I’m not into open things,” Taehyung told you again as if he was trying to reassure you. Maybe you looked worried about it earlier, so he tried to get his point across. “Unless we’re talking about legs.”

With that, Taehyung smirked and looked down at your spread legs with his hand between them, his three fingers making you feel so full. It felt abnormal to be so wet and have three of his long, slender fingers inside of you, rubbing against your walls while his thumb played with your clit and got you even more worked up. At the same time, it felt like all your juices were flowing down his fingers into his palm because of how wet you were.

“Smooth,” you whispered, which made him chuckle and start moving his fingers faster while staring right at your face, taking all of it in. “Tae,” you hissed, still kind of unable to look him in the eyes while he was getting you off.

“What?” He asked without slowing down and you were you’d get to come soon if he kept up with this pace.

“It feels great…” you admitted, wanting to treat him like you treated other guys since he said that was the problem he had with you. Taehyung wanted to be treated like the guys you slept with, he’d get it. You leaned a bit backward and rested on your palms, which allowed you to spread your legs for him even more.

“I think you like letting me do all the work,” Taehyung said with a chuckle. He then used one of his palms to find support against the table before he started to move his fingers in and out quickly, so much so that you ran out of breath and could only moan and grip the table beneath you harder.

“Can’t say that I don’t,” you managed to mutter through gritted teeth while trying to focus solely on the feelings of his fingers filling you up.

Taehyung scoffed loudly, which broke the spell and made you look into his eyes, and the way he was looking at you made you want to kiss him. Not romantically, of course. You wanted to bite on his lips and shove your tongue inside his mouth and touch him all over, there was nothing sweet or romantic about that. “So much for that fantasy of yours!”

“Which one?”

That was the wrong question, you realized when Taehyung tongued his cheek and smiled at you cockily. “Oh, there’s more than one including me?” He couldn’t help grinning. “Good to know… I mean the one with me lying and you doing all the work… Riding me…” He spoke softly, quietly, and his words were slowly driving you over the edge. If he kept going, you would ask him to fuck you, there was no other way.

How a man this annoying could at the same time be so fucking attractive and good with his fingers was beyond you, but you weren’t about to question it. “You only said that to make me get hard, right?”

“No, I meant it…” You responded, wanting to reassure him that you did, in fact, mean it. You could see Taehyung lying on the bed, naked, letting you kiss and lick him all over, touch every part of him, and then sit down on his cock and feel it buried deep inside of you with that cocky look on his face. You could definitely see that happening. “You see how cocky you get when you’re in charge!”

Taehyung scoffed, speeding up his pace. “You fucking love cocky.”

It didn’t sound like he was fully convinced, so you decided to use the opportunity to tease him.

“Oh, do I?”

Taehyung stopped moving his fingers for a second and cocked an eyebrow up to glare at you. Then, he quickly continued pleasuring you.

“You know why you’re not into Jongho?” He leaned in and practically hissed the words at you.

“Enlighten me,” you said and then grunted when his fingers hit that spot so hard you felt like you were going to explode all over his hand.

“He’s a good-looking dude, seems fairly nice, put together, chill… but he isn’t confident,” Taehyug shot you a glare. “No cockiness at all. It wouldn’t work with you. You’re cocky as hell. Guys like him are intimidated by that once they get to know you better,” he licked his lips, turning you on even more. “Did you ever have a problem with that?”

“With what, cockiness?” You said, trying to keep your voice down and breathing low, but you were failing. Taehyung had three fingers inside of you and they rubbed you just right from the inside.

“Guys running away,” Taehyung corrected you.

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “Can’t say that I cared.”

“No, I’m sure you didn’t…” he grinned and stopped moving his fingers just to press your clit with his thumb hard, so hard it got you to moan his name, which he seemingly liked. “You rarely care about guys, right?” Now, he started to rub it slowly, getting your walls to contract around his fingers. “They’re all a piece of dick to you.”

“Just like all you see here are pussies and not girls,” you spat the words back with a hiss, enjoying the warmth his fingers were creating in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s not true. I see you,” Taehyung smiled and then looked down, “and your pussy.”

You chuckled loudly, but the laughter died out the second Taehyung started to move his fingers again.

That was it, you were coming. His thumb rubbed your clit just enough for you to clench your walls and want him even more, so when his fingers started to move in and out, they sent you over the edge. You came while looking straight into his eyes as you held onto the table tight, your legs spread, feet on the edges of the table for support, Taehyung’s body between your legs, his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, Tae,” you grunted, letting your walls clench around him on their own as the warmth from your stomach spread all around your body.

Taehyung could pretend he was unaffected by this all he wanted, but you could tell he was so into you by the way his eyes stayed glued to your face while you came and moaned and kicked your head back. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, enjoying every second of watching the consequences of his diligent handwork.

“Mhm, that was hot,” he said with a grin, placing one hand on your knee and slowly getting his fingers out of you.

When you realized just how drenched they were, you got your bag and found some wet wipes you had for emergencies, and offered them to him. While Taehyung wiped his fingers, you did the same to your crotch and thighs, not wanting anyone to notice any remnants of your excitement.

“There’s so much of it, fuck,” you mumbled, upset with yourself that you did something this nasty in someone else’s house, with other people so close by.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Taehyung added with a grin. “It just means you really liked it.”

“You’ll never shut up about this, right?” You scoffed and then let your arms fall to your sides while staring right at him. What were you going to do about each other?

Taehyung stopped moving too and looked at you with a cocked eyebrow. “You look so fucked out. So pretty.”

That was enough for you to pull him in closer by his shirt and kiss him gently. It wasn’t about turning him on, it was about getting to finally taste him. Taehyung was a great kisser, you knew that, and you missed kissing him if you were being honest with yourself. So, why not use this chance when he was knuckles deep inside of you seconds ago?

“Can you do me a favor?” Taehyung asked, resting his forehead against yours and taking a deep breath as if your orgasm wore him out more than it did you, which was virtually impossible. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt something so good.

“Yeah?”

“Suck my dick,” he said, now looking straight into your eyes, a hint of uncertainty in his gaze. As if he thought you weren’t down to do it, Taehyung went on. “Or just put it in your mouth for a while. It doesn’t have to last long. I’ve just been hard forever.”

“And you want my mouth to get off?” You cocked your head to the side with a grin, enjoying the feeling of seeing him weak for a change.

“Ah, fuck, you want to play?” Taehyung kicked his head back and grunted. “I should just fuck you right now.”

You gently scratched his clothed chest with your fingernails, slowly making your way down while deciding you were going to tease him for a while, just to make him pay for walking out on you like that. “I bet it would slide right in.”

Taehyung grunted and looked to the side before meeting your gaze again. “Please.”

“That didn’t take long,” you said jokingly and pushed yourself off the table and got down on your knees, the sight of which made Taehyung hiss and quickly unzip his pants and pull them down his firm thighs.

When his erection sprang out of his jeans, you took a long, hard look at it, amazed by not just the girth but how much it turned you on. Taehyung looked at you questioningly, as if he was waiting for you to say something mean and shoot his confidence down, but you’d never do that, not when it came to this.

Instead, you smirked while looking up at him and wrapping your fingers around his base. “Pretty,” you hissed and took his tip in your mouth, getting Taehyung to grunt and immediately grab your hair, his whole body stiffening.

“Ah, fuck,” he grunted and looked straight into your eyes. “Feels so good.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, knowing he’d feel the vibrations around his cock as you tried to take as much of it as you could in one go. One move of your head and your nose was touching his skin, the tip of his cock entering your throat. Your breathing was calm, so you could control it well, and you really wanted to reward Taehyung for treating you so nicely.

Your throat was a reward in itself, you could tell the second Taehyung stopped talking and just focused on your face while letting out little hisses and grunts, eyes glued to his cock entering your mouth.

The fact that he was getting more turned on because of your mouth on him was enough to turn you on again, but you knew this wasn’t the time nor the place to have sex, so you gave him all you got and took as much of his hard cock as you could.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he muttered through his teeth and then bit down on his lips as if he was trying to stop himself from being loud.

If he knew how much you enjoyed that, Taehyung would have kept moaning. In that case, you probably would have asked him to bend you over the table and fuck you raw, that’s how much you liked it. But, since he kept his voice down, you kept bobbing your head up and down his cock, enjoying the feeling of having it in your mouth.

When you realized Taehyung was getting close, you grabbed his hands and led them to the sides of your face and then gave him a telling look. Taehyung understood you right away, so he held onto your face and started to buck his hips into your mouth gently at first, fucking your face, determining the speed and depth, loving every second of it.

You knew he’d come so fast if you let him take control and fuck you like that, which he did.

“Fucking hell, I, fuck, fuck,” he kept muttering.

Fifteen hard thrusts in and Taehyung was warning you that he was going to come, so you just nodded and let him fill your throat up with his warm cum, which almost made you choke. That made Taehyung quickly pull out, but not all the way, letting his tip rest in your mouth, so you sucked on it to get everything out.

Once you were done, you stood up and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, enjoying the sight of Taehyung looking so sweaty, warm, and disoriented, his cock still hanging out, getting softer and softer while he tried to calm down and breathe without making a sound.

“That was nice,” you told him and rested against the table until he got dressed.

“Nice?” Taehyung looked at you as he pulled his boxers and pants up his thighs and over his hips. “That was fucking dope. First-class. Amazing.”

His comments made you chuckle, so he chuckled too. Soon enough, he was completely dressed, so you stood there and looked at each other for a while, unsure of the right thing to say.

“Do you want to go back?” He suggested. “Your friends might be looking for you. Or Jongho might.”

“If anything, I think Daesun is looking for you,” you teased and walked past Taehyung to get to the door first, but he stopped you by pulling you and causing you to turn around.

“I don’t give a fuck about who’s looking for me,” Taehyung said, coming so close to you that you thought he was about to kiss you again. “Okay?”

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement and sighed only when Taehyung walked out of the room first, allowing you to take a deep breath and get your thoughts in order before walking out and facing reality.

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death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important. 

a/n: this smut was VERY fun to write. please enjoy. i will shout out muster!bts for being my inspo. 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | series navi | masterlist

F L A S H F O R W A R D–

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your waist as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth. 

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How was he able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom it. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties. 

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment. 

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you. 

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe. 

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure. 

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?” 

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh. 

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with…y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead. 

“You. I was with you”

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