Your entire body tensed, fingers entwining his hair harder. “Then why don’t you fuck me already?”

“You’ll need a completely healed hand for that. How else are you gonna hold onto me when I’m fucking into your lungs?” He asked darkly, your body spiking with arousal so hot you arched into him with a shaky breath.

Taehyung lightly laughed, kissing your lips a few more times before pulling himself off you.

“Okay, I have to-” You cut him off by suddenly grappling your legs onto his torso and tugging him back, his palms falling flat onto the desk. “Ari, what-”

“Wait, I-I wanna ask you something.” You blurted out, clinging to him tighter.

He quirked a brow. “What’s up?”

You grew a little apprehensive as he remained on top of you, not used to asking him for things. “So.. you know how I’m going out with Hana today, right?”

Taehyung contorted his lips. “Yeah, did something happen?”

“No, I was just wondering..” You bit your lip, gently running his hair through your fingers. “If you’d let me take your Mercedes today?” You asked without eye contact, nervous as hell about the request.

Taehyung’s brows shot up, palms finding the junction of your waist. “You wanna drive my car?” He asked. “Is that why you did this?”

That felt like a slap in the face, offending you. “What the fuck? Taehyung.. I wouldn’t do that to you, I thought you knew I’m not like that.”

Taehyung shook his head a little, as if trying to get rid of something on his mind. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that. I’m just..” He trailed, reprimanding himself.

“I’m kinda used to it, and it just came out. I’m sorry.” He tried explaining, and you grew soft within seconds, the weight of his words hitting you hard.

He was looking off to the side quite distractedly, and you brought your hands down to cup his bread cheeks. “Hey, Taehyung, look at me.”

He listened, attentive eyes suddenly meeting your gaze.

“I’ll never do that to you, okay?” You assured him. “I’ll never use you for anything, to gain something from your money, never in a million years.” You stressed, breaking your heart thinking other women could’ve simply used Taehyung for his wealth, and it ticked you off beyond comprehension.

There was so much more to him than just his riches.

A small smile framed his lips, mind seeming to storm less. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” You grinned.

“Why do you wanna drive it, though?” He genuinely asked. “I thought you preferred your own car.”

“It’s just.. I kind of um, love luxury cars. I wanna see what it’s like driving one.” You explained with a blush, Taehyung thinking you were cute, but he had a very, very soft spot for his car. “Jagi.. you know the Mercedes is my baby.”

Your eyes turned into puppy-like ones, lips jutted out as you coiled your arms and legs tighter around him. “But I’m your baby, too, aren’t I?”

He sighed, “Princess-”

“Please? I’ll be careful, I promise.” You pleaded, pulling him closer until your naked front pressed to his clothed body.

You watched Taehyung teeter on an answer, mentally battling himself on the decision until he scrunched his nose, sighing out. “… Fine.”

You gasped excitedly, clasping your hands together and buzzing as you watched Taehyung fish into his pocket to drop his keys before you. You reached out for them eagerly until Taehyung gripped them back, tone serious. “Remember to not park it in the sun, or the heat will damage the leather seats.”

You nodded and reached out once again, but Taehyung pulled them back with another command. “Don’t have drinks or food in the car either.” Another reach of yours is denied. “And remove snow before you get in, I hate snow and salt marks.”

“Of course, Taehyung. I’ll take care of your car like it’s my baby, too.” You assured him as you grew impatient for the keys, Taehyung painfully presenting them and you snatched them up, lighting up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh my God, Taehyung, thank you, thank you!” You beamed, lips kissing him repeatedly. “You’re the best, you know that?”

He smiled warmly, propping himself off you as he straightened up, fixing his clothes. “Only for you, Mrs. Kim.”

You got up into a seated position on his desk, marveling at his pretty keys. Taehyung tucked himself away and loosened his tie, thinking he’ll need to change his entire suit before he’s off to work today.

His eyes flickered to you for a playful scolding, but he instead became distracted by you in your natural element, nearly naked on his desk. He soaked in the swell of your breasts, your cute stomach, the glow of your soft skin. Your robe was just barely covering you up, your silky hair mussed and thrown lazily, face flushed with the three orgasms you had.

He found himself admiring again, sight falling to your minorly bandaged hand. “Are you sure you’re okay with driving? Your hand..”

You were pulled out of a reverie, eyes meeting his. “Oh, don’t worry, it feels better these days.” You stumbled onto your feet, groins slightly aching from being held open.

“You better drive safely, okay? Remember my Mercedes is my baby, and you are too, I guess.” Taehyung offered with a playful shrug.

You chuckled at him, arms finding his torso for a tease. “You don’t have to worry, sir, your two babies will be just fine.” You rested your chin against his frame, peering up at him with a flirtatious grin.

Taehyung rolled his eyes as he looked down at you, arms finding purchase around your waist, cradling your injured hand. “Have fun, alright?” He brought the bandages to his lips, kissing them softly. His eyes then fell to your ajar robe, pursing his lips with the shake of his head.

“And jheez, remember only I get to see you naked like this, that’s part of my husband privileges.”  He scrutinized you lightheartedly, gripping the lapels and covered up your body.

Now you rolled your eyes, tugging the robe tighter around yourself. “No duh, how many times have I said I’m only for you, Kim?” You tippy-toed to peck his lips, eyeing his disheveled look. “You should change too, sailor. Only your wife should get to see you like this.”

He could only narrow his eyes at you, watching you waltz out of his study carefree. “And exactly who was the cause of this?”

You leaned a hand against the door, turning around to grin at him mischievously. “Your precious Princess.”

You blew him a coy kiss before slipping out the door, Taehyung only left in dire need of fixing his appearance, and thinking you’re the most trouble-making, dangerous little thing he’ll need to discipline often.

And he fucking loved it.

You’d managed to get your appearance sorted and out the house, all before Taehyung’s driver had arrived. You needed to be secretive today, scuttling onto the stone driveway as you whispered into your phone, quickly climbing into Taehyung’s pristine Mercedes with your productive day in mind.

“Hey, Jimin, are you there already?”

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“You know I waited half an hour for you, right? You owe me lunch.”

“Jiminn,” You whined, though did in fact feel slightly guilty considering what shenanigans you were really up to. “I was doing something important, I swear I didn’t forget you.”

Jimin only shook his head disapprovingly. “I know Taehyung took the morning off, ‘important’ sounds a lot more like doing him.”

“Hey,” You prodded him with an elbow, scolding with an angry face. “Focus, we’re gonna search Seoul high and low for this store, and you’re my companion for the day.” Jimin sighed walking next to you, his breath leaving a cold puff of air. “You’re lucky I could even come with you. I’m his best friend so he at least won’t kill me if he finds out we’re together.”

You cocked a brow as you plodded along with Jimin. “You specifically get a pardon from Taehyung’s jealousy?”

Jimin clicked his tongue, hands in his pockets as he enlightened you. “Ari, you have to know these things. It’s because he loves me more than anything, even you.”

You snickered, bumping Jimin’s shoulder as you canvassed the area with searching eyes, looking for a certain store. “That’s cause he doesn’t love me at all, genius.”

Jimin bumped you back, laughing to himself as he uttered under his breath. “That’s only what you think.”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing.” Jimin cleared his throat. “But you’re definitely lying, Ari. Taehyung must goddamn love you if he let you drive the Mercedes. He never lets a single soul drive her.”

You knitted your brows together. “But you drove her back the night of the incident, didn’t you?” A chuckle crept up on your lips, figuring you’d surely subscribe to Jimin’s genial company more often.

“Like I said, he loves me more than anything, though it seems you’re giving me a run for my money now. Can’t believe I’m not the only one who’s gotten to drive her anymore.” Jimin kissed his teeth, to which he earned another playful bump from you.

“Guess his wife gets more privileges than his best friend, now.” You batted your eyelashes with a smug grin, Jimin letting out a disapproving sound. “Please, I have privileges as the best friend you’ll never get.”

“That goes both ways, dear Jiminie.” You patted his shoulder, quipping as you sped up your walking.

“Hey, who said you could drop the honorifics? I’m a year older than you.” Jimin hastened his steps, curling himself up to combat the cold.

“If Taehyung’s your best friend then I’m your best friend, too. Honorifics be gone.” You called out theatrically a few steps in front of him, eyes suddenly going round as you halted him with an arm.

“Oh!” Your sights fell to a lush camera store across the street, pointing at it as Jimin whined. “There it is!” You began quickly moving through the bustling street without care, Jimin hot on your trail as he called out to you urgently.

“Ari, wait! Watch the traffic or Taehyung will kill me!”
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It was posh inside the shop, light classical music gracing every visitors’ ears as the space remained quiet, high-end and pristine, people immersed in studying and scrutinizing pricey cameras. Jimin was just by you, similarly scanning over cameras as you did.

“Which camera are you looking for, again?” Jimin asked, his delicate fingers feeling the equipment.

“A Leica camera.” You relayed. “Their film and style suit him, don’t you think?”

Jimin’s brows shot up, impressed by the choice. “True, but you know they’re quite expensive, right?” He informed you good-naturedly, though you only brushed him off.

“Price doesn’t matter to me.” You suddenly fell into the thought upon the statement, lightly clasping your injured hand in memory. That night may have been remembered as awful, but your mind rather frequented Taehyung’s thoughtful, sweet plan of gathering all your precious family. It still shocked you he orchestrated something so considerate for you, warming your heart nearly everyday since. “He’s worth more than any money in the world.”

Jimin noticed your action, reminded of that night as well. “You never told me why you’re getting him a gift, by the way. Was everything okay between you two after Namjoon and Jin-hyung’s charity event?” Jimin became concerned again recalling the fiasco. He could currently see the non-critical condition of your hand, though then again, this was only the healed version. “How’s your hand these days?”

“Better, though Taehyung treats me like a baby about it. It wasn’t that terrible.”

Jimin snorted. “You’re telling me that dainty little hand didn’t take much damage?” You narrowed your eyes at him in scrutiny, Jimin only continuing through a pretty laugh. “And he’ll naturally baby you, Ari. He’s rarely ever had someone take a bullet for him, usually he’s the one who takes the shots.”

You absorbed Jimin’s weighty comment, sighing as your chest grew heavy. “I just had to do it for him, you know? He shouldn’t have to put up with my petty personal issues, he doesn’t deserve that.” Regret flooded your system all over again.

“And thank you, by the way, for everything you and the rest of the guys did. I don’t think Taehyung could’ve driven either, and I was worried.”

Jimin’s hand found your shoulder supportively, offering with a soft tone. “Hey, don’t mention it. It wasn’t just for him, you needed him with you in that moment, too.”

You nodded in agreement. “I’m sorry you guys had to deal with my problem, I never meant to cause anyone trouble.” You solemnly apologized, having been agonizing over the strife you left everyone to deal with.

Jimin found you endearing, patting your shoulder. “Ari, you don’t have to say sorry for that, we’d never tolerate someone harassing you. You can think of us as your friends from now on, too.” He assured kindly.

“And besides, your brother didn’t even let us do much, he mainly took care of everything. I never knew Min Yoongi could be so.. scary.” Jimin laughed to lighten the mood, his angel-like smile on full display.

You pulled your lips back guilty, knowing Yoongi’s habit of being insanely protective over you. “Yeah.. I swear Yoongi’s as calm as a cat but fuck with the people he loves, and he’ll scratch your eyes out.”

The pair of you giggled together, his hand coming off your shoulder to instead slip inside his pockets.
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So guys again an update!!
I feel so lazy nowadays 🤣. My school is going to reopen soon and I still doubt if i will ever learn anything.
I think it's the vacation side affects.
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