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You scoffed wanting to have some fun. “Satin and lace make you this weak of a man?”

“Only when you’re wearing it. And trust me, I can make a mess out of you underneath me.” Taehyung breathed out hotly, his hips purposefully contacting your ass as his hands slithered around your stomach, pulling you flush against him.

“Please, I can have you on your knees fixing my dress again before you do that.” You teased biting your lip, turned on way more than you should’ve been at his hands ghosting your abdomen.

“You challenging me, princess? Because I was only being a gentleman, you have no clue how hard I can fuck you till you feel me in your throat.” Taehyung said it so roughly by your ear you gushed on spot. His hands trailed off on their own, one snug underneath your breasts and the other over your abdomen, clearly on two separate missions your body was nearly leaping at the prospect of. 

“I’d love to see you try, Mr. Kim.” You pointedly stressed, the constant feeling of his growing cock prodding your ass and breath fanning the junction between your neck and shoulder was sending into overdrive.

“Mm, are you sure? Think you can handle it?” Taehyung’s tone was deep though held a concerned lilt, still trying to gain some sort of permission as if you weren’t ready to jump his bones right now.

“Do you need me to take over, loverboy? All talk about dominance but can’t-”

Taehyung’s hand suddenly darted down and cupped your sex through your dress so lethally your breath hitched, gasping at the euphoric feeling. His other hand snaked towards your breast and grabbed a handful of you, making you keen forward and press your ass against him.

Taehyung’s large, skillful hands began doing their respective work; one fondling your tit and the other rubbing against your folds through your clothes.

“You think you can just wear lingerie and not receive the consequence?” Taehyung questioned harshly, lips pressed to the shell of your ear as he lewdly touched you. “Think it won’t fucking ruin me with that image in my head?”

“I-I was just trying it on.” You stuttered out relishing in his movements, his voice seriously authoritative and now you can see where his dominant, alpha male really jumps out.

He scoffed under his breath. “Trying it on? You’re such a fucking tease.” His hand on your core began rubbing circles on your clit, eliciting breathy moans from your mouth that were bouncing off the kitchen walls.

“Y-you’re one to talk, you think lounging around manspreading with fucking unbuttoned shirts and folded sleeves isn’t a tease?”

“Oh? Innocent princess has had some dirty thoughts?”

“Like you haven’t? I know the way you tense whenever I touch your chest or say your titles, don’t think I don’t notice- ah, fuck! Taehyung.” You moaned, feeling the pads of his fingers press into your clit harder with his other finding your nipple.

“And yet you’re the one moaning out my name, so who’s the dirtier one?” His tone was lustful and teasing against your ear, had you reeling in his hold the faster he moved. 

“I thought you were the dirty one who said you’d fuck me till I feel you in my throat? Where’s that attitude now, cuddler boy?” You were quick to quip back at him but it only spelled your doom, his next words dangerous and coated with salacity.

“You don’t get it, Princess. I’m big, you won’t walk the next day.” Taehyung’s hand then suddenly hiked up your skirt, shoving past the waistband of your pantyhose and pressing the pads of his fingers to your wet underwear, staining them with your slick delectably.

You reeled at the touch, almost bent all the way over as Taehyung continued his merciless ministrations, the thoughts of his hands finally meeting your bare pussy and possibly his cock in you making you gush.

“M-maybe that’s what I want.” You quivered out, gripping Taehyung’s wrist that was working your aching, clothed pussy.

Taehyung puffed air through his nose, entertained. “My princess is dirty, isn’t she? What does she think about in that pretty little head of hers?” He asked amused, suddenly teasing your hole and it had your walls clenching around absolutely nothing, thinking about his fingers.

“N-nothing.” You lied, not wanting to so easily give in as his sub, but it was so fucking hard when he was grazing your clit and fondling your sensitive nipples.

“I don’t think you’re that innocent, princess. Tell me, tell me what you think about.” Taehyung was coaxing out your answers seductively as his lips finally met your neck, kissing and sucking the searing skin so sensually you were buzzing with pleasure.

“I-I think about your hands.” You croaked out.

Taehyung quirked his eyebrows amusedly. “Oh really, now? You think about my hands doing this?” Taehyung quickly slipped his hand inside your panties, the warm touch against your bare skin already so arousing until he slid them down to your bare pussy. You gushed a waterfall at the touch of his fingers, gasping out and hooking onto his arm desperately. 

“Fuck, Taehyung.” You moaned.

“Where do you think about them? Here?” Taehyung glided over your throbbing clit and you practically twitched in his hold, him enjoying every last bit of the pretty sounds escaping your mouth.

“What about here?” His fingers swiped deeply into your soaked folds, your slick making it so easy for him to rub up and down your pussy like it was a game.

“Tae, fuck!” You dug your nails into his arm, relishing in the heavenly feeling of his hands in the places you’ve always thought of.

“God, you’re so fucking wet.” Taehyung praised, groaning pleasurably at how much slick you were producing. “Maybe you could take me, but I need to stretch you out, baby, you’re too small.”

“Then do it, Taehyung. Fucking all bark but no bite.” You moaned out sexually frustrated, not knowing you hit a nerve in Taehyung’s pride and he plunged two greedy fingers into your pulsing center to shut you up. 

You sighed out a euphoric moan, leaning your head back against Taehyung’s chest, your world spinning. His fingers began pumping you deliciously, Taehyung groaning from the back of his throat against your neck at how warm and wet you were inside, how fucking tight.

Taehyung quickly worked his other hand to free your breast from the confines of your dress, exposing it and you keened again feeling Taehyung’s fingertips play with your exposed, hard nipple. 

You felt yourself becoming submissive way too easily, moaning as you jut your hand behind and grabbed Taehyung’s semi-hard cock through his slacks.

He practically keened over, strangling a groan so beautiful you’ve never once wanted to ruin a man more. You began palming him graciously, sighing out gratified moans as they mixed with Taehyung’s throaty sounds.

He grew utterly punishing and thrusted his fingers deeper inside you for revenge, you squirming underneath him and it fired Taehyung up.

“You know, I never knew you were hiding a body like this underneath your clothes.” His voice grew dark, dangerous as his hands were only increasing in speed and technique, your pussy growing wetter by the second. “So fucking sexy.”

“Then why don’t you take off my clothes right now, sailor?” You challenged him, grasping his growing dick at the tip and Taehyung groaned in amused satisfaction.

He ripped his hands away from you, you whining at the loss until he spun you around and crashed his lips against yours, kissing fervently as he grabbed for the back of your thighs. You kissed him back equally hard, jumping into his hold and letting him carry you to the island.

He seated you on the edge, your legs spread out with Taehyung in between as your arms remained laced around his neck, his hands finding your sides. He was feeling you up hungrily as you both messily made out, your hands tangling in his hair.

He moved to unbutton the front of your dress that kept your top half contained, popping it open to slide the useless dress off your shoulders. Your entire upper body was then bared to Taehyung, him disconnecting from your mouth in a haze to soak you in. You felt slightly self-conscious, arms wrapping around to conceal yourself on instinct until Taehyung stopped you.

“Don’t hide from me, you’re gorgeous.” Taehyung looked into your eyes genuinely, like he entirely meant to adore you, and it only made you think back to when you didn’t know if he could be the loving partner you needed.

But when Taehyung was looking at you like this, like there was nothing but unadulterated adoration in his coffee irises, your heart was leaping hurdles thinking he’s exactly what you’ve always needed.

You smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to his plushy lips, Taehyung then drawing himself to your chest and trailing hot kisses down the valley of your breasts.

You shuddered feeling his mouth near your nipples and Taehyung instantly discovered a weakness. He smiled against your searing skin, bringing his tongue to swipe across your perched nipple and you moaned loudly. Your chest arched dangerously when his fingers hooked onto your pantyhose and underwear, roughly pulling them down and past your plump ass.

You gasped out in relief feeling the cool surface of the counter against you, pure pleasure raking your insides as you relished in the feeling of Taehyung’s mouth beginning to suck and lick at your perched nubs.

You suddenly became aware of Taehyung’s very dressed figure, whining at the fact he was wearing clothes.

“Taehyung.. your shirt.” You started pulling at the fabric, Taehyung never letting his mouth leave your breast as he quickly undid his buttons and ripped his shirt off himself.

He discarded it and returned his hands to your body, only this time he harshly removed your bottoms from your thighs, tugging them down as you helped him.

He shred off the offensive items entirely and threw them somewhere on the floor. You hissed at the feeling of your soaked pussy exposed to cold air, gripping onto Taehyung’s shoulders to manage the chill on your intimate parts.

Taehyung then popped off your nipple and sucked at your skin as he laid you back onto the counter by his weight. As he leaned over your groaning figure, he kissed your stomach, your dress pooled at your abdomen. You moaned out in pure euphoria feeling his pillowy lips all over your skin, back arching off the cold surface of the marble counter.

With your skirt being propped off your center, your core was bared to Taehyung, his fingers returning to rub sickeningly against your core and his other holding your legs open.

“You’re fucking dripping, princess. I just know you taste as sweet as you sound.” Taehyung hummed against your hot skin, and you were affected by his words for a mere second before your hazy mind considered what he was going to do.

As Taehyung’s hands hooked underneath your thighs and his mouth neared your pulsing core, your hands came out to immediately stop him, exclaiming. “Wait! You don’t have to do that, I-I’m supposed to do it first, aren’t I?”

Taehyung quirked his eyebrows in confusion. “No? I want to eat you out, so I’m going to eat you out.” He declared drawing his mouth back to your core, until you halted his actions once again.

“Look! You don’t have to force yourself or something, you really don’t have to.” Old thoughts and habits from spending nights with Kiseok came flooding into your mind, your needs seldom a priority and his usually the only meant to be satisfied.

“Why are you- have you not been eaten out before?” Taehyung asked, his tone concerned.

“Not-not really? I don’t know, I-I’m just not used to it. I was usually the one giving than receiving.” You admitted completely embarrassed, hands covering your hot face. It felt so entirely humiliating to admit something like this, squeezing your thighs shut to shrink into some sort of hole so Taehyung didn’t have to see you.

Though his hands on your thighs pushing them back open reminded you he was indeed here, his words angry when he spoke. “You’re fucking telling me that asshole only ever- are you kidding me?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?!”

“No, I just- that’s not fair, princess, that’s not fair at all.” Taehyung was storming holding you open, reminded all the same about why he’s only ever wanted to give you everything in the world. He couldn’t believe you were deprived of feeling like a princess, making him far more than determined to provide you with what you deserve.

And determined he’d probably kill your jackass of an ex if he ever saw him.

He scoffed humourlessly against your core, you shuddering at the feeling. “You deserve more than a universe.” Taehyung said to himself as he brought himself to kiss around your gushing folds, you squirming at just the feeling.

“Taehyung! You don’t-”

“It’s okay, Jagiya. I want to.” Taehyung began soothing your thighs with the pads of his thumbs. He held his mouth just before your entrance, his hot breath making you tense and nearly squeal, Taehyung muttering pacifyingly between your legs.

“Shh, princess. Let me take care of you, relax for me.” You followed his word by taking a breath, Taehyung’s wet tongue meeting your palpitating folds when you exhaled. He licked a slow, thick stripe up your quivering cunt, gathering your slick on his tongue and you bit back an inhuman gasp.

You nearly lurched off the counter, Taehyung’s satisfying tongue now masterfully licking into your folds as he kept you from shutting your thighs around him. He only spread you out further, delving his tongue deeper into your aching pussy and it was hilarious how easily you felt your insides coiling.

This felt euphoric, otherworldly as Taehyung began licking you harder, swiveling his tongue in between your slit and flattening on your folds repeatedly. The technique of his tongue morphed into merciless kitten licks against your throbbing clit that were driving you insane, clearing teasing you and you moaned too loudly.

You slapped your hand over your mouth to not embarrass yourself, getting way too high off simply his tongue until Taehyung reprimanded you.

“Don’t be quiet, Ari. let me hear you.” Taehyung spoke against your core glanced up at you through his mussed fringe, his eyes entrancing as you looked down at him. “I wanna hear you say my name.”

“T-Taehyung..” You moaned out making eye contact with him, his work on your pussy already edging you to places you never thought possible, his intoxicating eyes leaving you weak.

“Mm?” He hummed against your folds, the vibration so heavenly you moaned out even louder and threw your head back, hands entangling in Taehyung’s hair messily.

“Taehyung.. don’t fucking stop.” You groaned, now chasing your high as you moved against Taehyung’s merciless mouth, and felt him smile against you.

He then latched onto your clit so powerfully you tugged at his tresses, Taehyung groaning out satisfied as he suckled at your swollen bud. It was formidable, sickening the way he dared to look up at you with carnal eyes that had you submitting far more easily than you liked.

But it didn’t matter when Taehyung was constantly sucking on your clit, laving at your pussy so passionately it’s like he was now trying to prove a point, trying to drive you insane. He suddenly shoved his long fingers into your weeping hole and you just about cried out, the sensation of him softly finger-fucking you as your walls soaked him in avariciously utterly divine.

His movements became blissful and you weakened the more he sped up, licking and pumping you over and over and over again until your insides coiled so tightly, you moaned out an orgasm never felt before.

You came hard, Taehyung’s name at the end of every sound and your body convulsed at the feeling, walls pulsing, pleasure overwhelming your every nerve. Taehyung tasted you through your orgasm, not letting up his tongue until he felt your breaths settle, kissing your near battered center delicately before you pushed at him from oversensitivity.

He disconnected and straightened himself up, viewing your smaller figure laid out breathless and flushed underneath him. He watched your chest rise and fall rhythmically as you came down from your high, arm thrown over your hooded eyes.

And Taehyung’s never seen anything so beautiful.

He relished in your fucked out state, his dominant side momentarily thrilled as he smiled to himself. He leaned over your panting body, pressing his wet lips to yours. Your arm retracted from your face and welcomed his mouth, kissing him as you tasted yourself on his lips and became horney thinking he was stuffed between your legs seconds ago.

The sight of your slick glistening around his lips when he detached his mouth made you adore him whole-heartedly. Your hands splayed across his cheeks, thumbs soothing his skin as you admired how much he just gave you in a matter of 20 minutes, far more than you’ve ever received in your entire lifetime.

The sentiment nearly caught the back of your throat, eyes watering gazing at him, his eyes swimming with warmth. You threw your emotional thoughts away as you simply brought his lips to yours for another passionate kiss, melting into each other.

He was smoothing over your sides again when your phone suddenly rang next you, startling you both out of the kiss. Your mutually surprised eyes elicited chuckles from the pair of you as you reached over for your buzzing device, viewing the contact name.

Mother.

“What the fuck?” Your eyebrows knitted together, Taehyung’s lips contorting in question above you.

“Who is it?”

“My mother, I should probably answer.” Taehyung was shocked as he lifted himself off you, you rising into a seated position.

You shuffled to the edge of the counter with an arm over your naked breasts, Taehyung lifting you off the counter and helping you down onto your feet. You nearly stumbled at the jelly-like feeling in your legs until Taehyung caught you from behind, snickering through his nose at what he did to you.

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him as you clicked the green button on your screen. “Hello?”

“Ah, Ari, took you long enough to answer.”

You rolled your eyes, “You never call, Mother. I was contemplating what person had a gun to your head that would have you calling me.” You quipped, Taehyung snorting as he abandoned you to instead slide the remainder of your dress down your body, leaving you completely naked as you stepped out of it confused. You stood exposed and cold for a second until he nabbed his shirt from the ground, draping it on your shoulders.

“Very funny. ARI, but there’s no gun. I’m calling for something important.” You looped your arm into one of his long sleeves, struggling for the other until Taehyung helped it on, turning around to flash him a grateful smile.

“And what would that be? Your long overdue apology for the last time you saw me?” You spoke harshly, annoyed your mother completely ruined your fun with Taehyung. You pressed the phone to your ear by your shoulder as you buttoned Taehyung’s oversized shirt, turning towards him to mouth ‘can you get me some pants?’

He nodded and went off on his way, watching him disappear up onto the second floor as you returned to your suffocating mother.

“Well, this is far from an apology, Ari, more like your much needed discipline.”

“As if that’ll work on me, I don’t even regard you as my mother.” You argued, arms folded as you drowned in Taehyung’s shirt. “What is it?”

“You should watch your mouth, Ari, what goes around comes around.” Your mother warned from her end, your attention stolen by Taehyung jogging down the stairs with a pair of your black sweatpants and still attractively shirtless.

He thought about getting you pants but not a shirt for himself?

Cute.

He handed them to you as he drew near and you retrieved the item, pressing a gratified kiss to his chest as he smiled.

“Says you, mother. You of all people should not be saying that.” You chastised her, hopping into your sweatpants haphazardly. They eventually hung at your hips and you smoothed Taehyung’s shirt over yourself, his arms enveloping you from behind into a snug back hug.

You filled with butterflies in seconds draping a hand over one of his, not really minding your over-bearing, repulsive mother speaking on the other line. “But at this moment, I think it applies to you more.”

You quirked your eyebrows, feeling Taehyung’s lips trail senseless kisses down your neck, his hands smoothing your stomach underneath his shirt. “What do you mean?”

“I mean call your office, Ari. Taking a day off didn’t do you well.” You instantly became alarmed knowing your mother, expression contorted in bewilderment as you abruptly ended the call with her, dialing someone’s extension at work.

“Hello? Yeji? Is everything okay at the office? I’m sorry I wasn’t in today and I was just curious-”

“Ari!  Oh my God, I was just going to call you, everything’s fucked up.” Your co-worker complained into the phone, clearly shuffling around on their end and it sounded like chaos.

“What the fuck happened?”

“I don’t know Ari, I don’t know but all I know is that we lost the deal.”

“We what?!” You nearly screeched, catching Taehyung’s attention and he looked at you concerned.

“We fucking lost the deal. Yun & Ryu called today and said they’re not interested in us for the project anymore, they’re choosing someone else.”

You were exasperated, Taehyung becoming alarmed by what little he could hear through the receiver, even more at your rising anxiety. “Who the fuck are they choosing instead? We were their pick.”

“Fucking Min Inc., Ari! Your dad’s company!”

And that’s when everything clicked, when you felt like air was sucked out of your lungs, mind collapsing into a million pieces.

You instantly understood your mother crafted this behind your father’s back, knowing he’s currently abroad and away from headquarters. He’d always been adamant about never intruding on projects you were already pitching for, positive your mother must’ve appealed to whomever else was working this project at your father’s company. She must’ve also influenced or colluded with Yun & Ryu to choose their pitch over your impeccable one, irritating your soul.

It made you even angrier considering your mother was always notorious for having built connections far and wide in the architecture world, her only real, favourable trait as a businessman’s wife.

“Fuck.” You swore into the phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Okay, tell everyone to stay there, I’m coming right now.” You hung up the phone quickly, running a frustrated hand through your hair as you felt like crying, screaming, just something to get rid of the anger inside you.

You forgot Taehyung had been holding you this entire time while your blood boiled, his concerned voice sounding out when you removed yourself from his arms. “Ari, where are you going?”

“To work, I-I have to go. My mother.. she-” You clutched your fists as you aimlessly paced around, trying to maintain your indignation.

“What? You have to go? What happened?”

“That deal, Taehyung! That fucking deal I told you about, she stole it from me. She stole it and I have to get it back, I have to go.” You instantly snatched up your purse and started making it towards the door without a cohesive thought, Taehyung hot on your trail.

“Princess, wait. I’ll take you, let me put on a shirt and I’ll drive you.” Taehyung offered, but you had no time.

“No, Tae, it’s okay. I’ll drive myself, you stay home.” You said speedily as you struggled a pair of shoes onto your feet.

“Just let me drive you, Ari. I don’t want you going alone like this, and the sun’s already set.” He sounded worried, trying to reach you. 

“It doesn’t matter! I have to go, you don’t need to go that far for me, Taehyung.” You argued, frustrated as your purse kept slipping down your arm.

“Ari, just let me help you-”

“Please, Taehyung, please! I just-I need to go, I can handle this myself, okay?” You felt tears prick at your eyes, utterly tired and brimming with so much anger at your mother’s stupid pettiness it was too overwhelming.

“My mother made this fucking mess because of me, alright? I’m the only one to blame, only I can be blamed. It’s all my fault, and I have to fix it, I have to..” Your voice trailed the more emotional you grew, vision clouding with tears as Taehyung came rushing to you, palms finding your shoulders.

“Hey, hey, Ari, breathe, okay? You’re fine, it’s going to be fine.” Taehyung tried calming you down, pulling you to his chest for an embrace. 

You took his word and breathed, breathed as much as you could as you felt your emotions simmering down a little, nuzzled into his bare chest. You took one last shaky breath as Taehyung put space between you two, talking to you carefully.

“Be careful when you’re driving, okay? I remember reading some snow in the forecast tonight.” Taehyung relayed as you stood rubbing at your eyes, trying to clear the tears that managed to escape. Taehyung reached for one of his coats hanging on a hook in the foyer, rounding it about your sullen figure and engulfing you in his coat.

“It’s cold, and my coat’s warmer. If at any point you feel like you can’t drive, stop by a curbside with a lot of people and call me, okay? I’ll answer right away.” Taehyung assured you like a parent speaking to a child, holding the coat snug around you as your arms barely filled in the sleeves. “I’ll wait for you at home.”

You nodded to him, snatching your keys from the tray and clutching them in your hand, taking another deep breath. You felt clearer now, determined to clean this mess up rather than dwell on your witch of a mother.

“I’ll go now.” You said, stuffing your phone into Taehyung’s jacket pocket as he regarded you with anxious eyes, though didn’t let it compromise his dulcet voice.

“Okay, be safe.” He responded uneasy, biting his lip. You followed the action and pressed a peck to his lips before you gave him a small, understanding smile, turning around as he let you go. You then exited through the door quickly, leaving Taehyung behind all alone.

And when the house fell eerily silent, he couldn’t help but feel an ache in his chest thinking your smile didn’t meet your eyes.

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4514 words... Probably the longest chapter.
So as I said a double update 😊.
So this was the Smut chapter i said we will we having soon.
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