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OFF THE TABLE - KTH | eight (m)

↬ synopsis: a horrific case from 1993 has resurfaced 29 years later, leaving kim taehyung & mei yuna to argue in favour of the public to keep the defendant in jail. the only problem? the pair despise each other.

pairing — taehyung x female oc

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 6.8k

chapter warnings/tags — softdom!tae, sub!oc, domesticity, teasing, spitting in public (someone spit in my mouth already), explicit smut, mentions of female masturbation, pillow riding, swearing, name-calling, degradation, sexual tension, making out, dirty talk, thigh riding, more spitting (sorrynotsorry) oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, face sitting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, rough fucking, creampie, cockwarming + more

a/n: hey… how you doin… 👁👁 i literally died and came back to life to update ott bc it’s been SO LONG!!! it’s mostly smut, pure filth, so get ready 🫶

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It wasn’t often Yuna took days off work, simply never having the time to do so due to the workload, so it was quite odd being back in her office. The room was left untouched, exactly the way it was before she left. She trudged to her chair, sitting down with a heavy sigh and turning on her laptop, making a start on her work; responding to emails, sending emails out and signing paperwork.

It was nothing new, she was merely playing the catch-up game for hours. without a break and soon enough, she got tired.

Yuna dropped her pen and shut her laptop, running a hand through her hair with a heavy sigh. She stood up from her seat and left her office, briskly making her way to Taehyung’s office, and actually remembering to knock before peaking her head through the door.

The man looked up when he heard her knock on the door. He immediately smiled, as he quickly closed the laptop, completely ignoring the email he was writing. "Hi, darling."

“Hi..” Yuna says quietly with a childish smile on her face and a faint blush on her cheeks. She approaches his desk and takes a seat in the chair opposite him. “How’s all the work coming along?”

"Ah, I’m nearly finished,” Taehyung smiled at her, putting his laptop to the side, as he rest his forearms on the desk. He tilted his head to the side, noticing the exhaustion on her face. "Did you need something?"

“No not really, I’m just tired? Not sleepy tired, just tired. And I’m bored of being here,” she mumbles, leaning back against the chair and crossing her arms. “I feel like I probably messed up a bunch of paperwork.”

Taehyung raised a brow at her. He actually felt bad for her, only taking one day off to recover, even though he insisted she take at least 3 days off to fully recover but she refused.

"Bring your work here and I’ll fix it for you so you can leave early."

Yuna appreciated the offer, but she didn’t need her boyfriend doing all the work for her “Absolutely not. That work needs to be done by my hand and my hand only,” she groans, throwing her head back against the seat. “And I wanna leave with you, not on my own..”

Taehyung would laugh softly, seeing her flushed cheeks.

She was so cute.

Taehyung opens his laptop again, reading over the email he’d abandoned, "Ah, well, I was planning on finishing work early and then going to the gym. It’s been a while since I last went. Maybe we can spend some time together after I am back from the gym?"

Oh, what a sight it would be to watch Taehyung handle gym equipment.. she was almost daydreaming the image in her head and much to her disappointment, he cleared his throat, waiting for a response, or something, rather than sit there in silence and watch the growing smirk on her face become more and more frightening.

“That’s fine! Just give me a call when you’re ready to leave!” Yuna smiles, her words sounding liking gibberish with how fast she was talking and rushing towards the door.

Taehyung’s eyes shifted from the laptop to her and then back to his screen, doing a complete double take at the way her hips swayed in the black pencil skirt that hugged her hips perfectly. He tried his best not to check her out, but it was impossible with the harsh sounds of her sleek black heels thrumming against the tiled floor of his office.

"Mhm, I love those heels on you, Yuna,” he calls out to her, watching her body approach the door.

Yuna halted, looking down at her feet to suppress the blush growing on her cheeks. She turned to look back at him over her shoulder, throwing a wink at him and kicking her heels up behind her knees. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll wear them more often for you,” she teases, blowing him a kiss and swiftly walking out of the office to leave him with his work.

“Oh, you don’t wanna drive? What if I decide to suddenly crash you car today?” She unlocks the door and gets into the drivers seat, leaving him outside. Having driven to work this morning, Taehyung had no intention of taking the wheel. Yuna looked extremely hot driving. Hotter than himself, even.

Taehyung frowned, jumping in the passenger seat and closing the door. "That would mean you really want to break up."

“Never mind, I’ll take extra care of your car then,” she mumbles, caressing the wheel gently before starting up the car and beginning to drive. “Home first or should I drop you off straight to the gym?”

"Gym first, please. I hope you don’t mind picking me up after?" He reached his hand down to pat her thigh, then softly skimming his fingers over the fabric of her skirt. Taehyung doesn’t miss the way her thigh tenses under his touch as she tries to keep her focus on the road.

“Uh.. sure, just let me know what time to pick you up and I’ll be there.” Yuna licks over her bottom lip and checks the time on her phone.

Taehyung grinned at her, leaning over to leave a chaste kiss on her neck and squeezing her thigh a little. "Of course. Thank you, baby. You’re such a good girl for me."

Yuna snaps her head towards him with a very ‘are you serious?’ look. There was no way he was doing all this and expecting her to be completely unfazed. “Only for you,” she mutters quietly, her voice barely there as she pulled up opposite the gym.

He noticed she stopped the car, yet he didn't pull away. He kept leaving a trail of small kisses along the expanse of her neck, his hand slipping under her skirt to make home between her thighs. Yuna felt incredibly warm, but that didn’t stop Taehyung from skimming his fingertips over the dampening material of her panties.

"You don’t know how much I want to do you right here, right now."

“Why…?” Yuna sat there with her head tilted to the side, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping at the wheel. “The gym is a much more important than this..” she breathes out, trying to push her needs away as far as possible. It wasn’t exactly appropriate to get touchy in the car with people walking past.

Taehyung would only hum, "Yeah, I guess you’re right, but.." He pulled away from her neck and nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "Think you can open your mouth for me? Just for a second. Please?"

It was a bit of an odd request, but she couldn’t turn him down. Yuna turned to face him, inches away from him as she opened her mouth like he had asked, gazing at him with anticipation.

He flashed a huge grin.

"Good girl."

He then settled her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her mouth to fall open so he could, generously, spit into her mouth.

Why? He was too horny for his own good. The image of her strutting in those 5 inch heels (it didn’t seem like a lot, but it was).

Yuna stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded as her mouth came to a close on its own, unconsciously swallowing the thick string of saliva coating her tongue.

And before she could say anything, Taehyung left a kiss on her cheek and got out of the car. "I’ll call you when I’m done. See you later." He winked at her and closed the car door behind him and walking towards the entrance of the gym, not even batting an eye back at her.

Turned on was an understatement on her end. She didn’t have the patience nor the time to wait, so she quickly drove off home, thinking about the little one-to-one session she and her pillow would be having once she got home.

Taehyung spent at least two hours at the gym, with the added time of showering and changing there.

As he left the building, he pulled out his phone and called Yuna. His muscles felt sore and he felt pretty exhausted, but he knew he had something else to do when he got back to hers. He couldn’t leave her hanging for the whole day.

Still half dressed and a random pillow between her legs, Yuna tried to get herself off in her bedroom, rolling her hips against the fluffed up pillow to help her reach her orgasm, but her phone vibrating next to her completely cut her out of it, making her groan. Wiping the sheer gloss of sweat adorning her cheeks, she picked up her phone, seeing Taehyung’s name taking over the screen.

Yuna halted her movements, staring at the screen for a couple seconds, trying to catch her breath before picking up. “Hi.. Are you finished?” she asks, her voice shaky over the phone.

Taehyung opened his mouth to answer, but stopped himself upon hearing the girl’s strained voice. He immediately grinned, having already figured out what she was up to.

Turns out, he could read her like an open book, even through a phone call.

"I could ask you the same thing. Are you done or are you so miserable to not get off without me anymore?"

The cockiness could be heard within his tone from miles away. Just his voice could make her grow more excited as she started to move again, this time not bothering to try and hide it. “I’m not finished yet..”she admits, tugging at her bottom lip as she gripped onto the pillow. “Are you? I’ll come and pick you up now?”

"Oh, please, take your time. You can pick me up when you finally understand that whatever you are using to help you right now, will not do the things I can do to you,” he spoke, letting out an amused chuckle from the bottom of his throat, making it sound deep and harsh and ending the call just like that. Taehyung then started walking around, before he decided to walk to the mall that was on the opposite side of the street.

With the call now cut, Yuna let out a frustrated sigh, getting off the bed and throwing her underwear and pants back on. She already knew nothing would ever compare to what he could make her feel, and she needed him to know that.

Heels on, she rushed out of the house and got in the car, driving to the gym to see if he was still there, and much to her luck, he was not. Yuna stepped out of the car, parking it on the side of the main road before walking to the mall. She tried calling him again and again, but there was no answer.

Taehyung on the other hand, was busy shopping for himself, walking around the nearby mall. He decided to wander around the shops, while waiting for Yuna. He did a bit of his own shopping, picking out a couple suits and dress shirts for work.

Yuna continued to wander about, a few items on display catching her eye and being tempted to buy them, but she had to remind herself of the main reason why she was at the mall.

She took a few glances around at the busy people, hoping to spot Taehyung, and much luck to herself and her very perceptive eyes, she was able to notice his unique, dark locks from a mile away, stood outside the store ahead of her and holding a bunch of bags.

Taehyung failed to notice her storming towards him, too distracted by the various footwear on display in one of the stores. Not men’s footwear.

Women’s.

His body disappeared into the store, triggering the frustrated Yuna to let out a heavy huff, following him into the store. With his back turned to her, she stepped behind him, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Hm?” Taehyung turned around a little startled at how you got to him so quick considering what she was doing before she arrived. He showed her a grin, an he held onto his bags tightly. "Ah, there you are. I was just thinking about you."

Yuna narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “Why? Because I can’t get off without you?” she whispers, crossing her arms with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

"That is one of the two reasons, actually." His grin grew bigger, while his eyes very obviously checked her out; up and down. "What is your shoe size?"

She furrows her eyebrows at him, “A five,” she finally tells him, tapping her foot against the floor.

"Perfect,” He winks at her, disappearing into women's section to look around, leaving Yuna at the store entrance.

Taehyung called a sales assistant over and spoke to her, deliberating on the perfect pair of heels for his wonderful girlfriend, and after a couple minutes of talking, the sales assistant excused herself to the back of the store, picking out the perfect pair of heels. The lady didn’t spend too pick, emerging from the back with a black shoe box, allowing Taehyung to take a quick look before confirming his thoughts.

The lady guided him to the till Yuna catching on and following. behind him, grabbing a firm hold of his arm and resting her chin on his shoulder. Her eyes watched the lady behind the counter process his payment before looking over at him.

“What did you buy?”

"Ah, just something for my lovely girlfriend." He grabbed the bag back and said his goodbyes to the worker, before leaving the store and pulling Yuna out with him. "Or my lovely little whore, if you please."

Yuna could only pout as he dragged her out of the mall “Let’s just go home, please…” she whines, clearly not in the mood for his little remarks.

Taehyung would laugh softly at her, wrapping his free arm around her waist. "Awe, is my girl pouty because she couldn’t get herself off?"

“You made me drive to the gym, and then you weren’t there, so I had come all the way to the mall, wander around to find you and when I do, you’re shopping for shoes.. You’re enjoying this much more than I am,” she mumbles, turning her head away from him.

As they both walked over to the car, Taehyung let go of her to settle inside. "Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you everything and more once we’re home. If you’re still in the mood, that is."

Yuna didn’t say anything, silently getting in the drivers seat, putting her seatbelt on and starting up the car. She didn’t bother to look at him, solely focusing on the road and occasionally tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.

He stayed silent; looking out of the window. He genuinely felt bad for her, mistakenly assuming he made her uncomfortable. But after few minutes, his eyes landed on her again, noticing the loose strands of hair over her face, but he kept his hands to himself even though he really wanted to touch her.

Yuna, on the other hand, was speeding down the road, desperate to get home as soon as possible. She left her house earlier without finishing and it felt like it was eating her alive.

When they finally got home, she handed him his car keys and got out of the vehicle, rushing to her front door to unlock it so it would be easier for him to carry all the bags in. “One session at the gym ended up being a whole shopping spree, huh?”

Taehyung followed right behind her, grabbing all the bags and locking the car, carefully walking over to her and hiding his keys in his pocket. He genuinely thought she was pissed off, and honestly, he was pretty unsteady whenever she’d get mad. He had the bitter pleasure of experiencing your anger first-hand his whole life.

Yuna opens the door, slipping out of her heels as Taehyung went to drop the bags on the sofa.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and change, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” she tells him, before rushing upstairs into her bedroom to see she left the room in a mess; her sheets were creased, her used pillow sitting u touched right at the centre of her bed, She cursed quietly to herself and got to tidying up, hiding any evidence of what she was doing before leaving the house to pick him up.

Taehyung let her disappear before rummaging through all the bags, looking for the one with his gift for her in it and when he finally found it, he quietly made his way upstairs and waited outside the bedroom, assuming she was there, and waited for her to ‘change', even though he knew damn well she was just trying to cover up her tracks.

Yuna managed to make her room look a little more presentable than earlier, so she opened the door, seeing Taehyung stood outside. “Oh, did you need something?” She asks, leaning against the doorframe with a smile, trying to play off the panic she was in just a few seconds before.

She was a shit liar and so, he pushed past her smaller frame and stepped into the room, setting himself on the edge of her bed. “I wanted to give you the shoes I bought for you,” he winks at her, looking around the room for any sign of the special pillow.

“You really didn’t need to buy me anything, Taehyung..” she says quietly, trying to be humble as she took a seat next to him.

Taehyung handed her the heavy bag, "Oh, please. I wanted to, besides, treat this as a thank you for being my chauffeur and driving me around all day," yes, that and looking sexy whilst driving. He was sure she’d like it and he’d like it even more on her.

Yuna took the bag from his hands, pulling the box out of the bag, feeling that it was pretty heavy. She untied the ribbon around the box, letting it fall on her lap as she opened up the box, revealing a pair of patent leather black heels, the shine reflecting off the dim light of her bedroom.

A small gasp left her lips as she dropped the lid onto the floor, skimming her finger against the leather.

Taehyung carefully watches her, trying to hide his smile by bitting down on his lip. "If you don’t like it, we can return it, but I’d really like see you try them on."

“We are not returning these, I love them!” Yuna takes one pair out of the box, analysing the shoe in her hands. “I hope I don’t fall in them,” she chuckles, placing the box on the side of the bed, and slipping it onto her foot. She stood up to make sure it fit, and it fit perfectly, giving her the a-ok to wear the other pair. Yuna stood up to move in front of him and took a few steps back, giving him a little twirl to show off the shoes. “If only I weren’t wearing tights, they’d look much better on me.”

Taehyung watched her intently, basking in the admiring the sleekness of the heels adorning her feet "Just take them off. After all, I bought them for you, so you could show me your legs more often,” he says, reaching his hands out to tug on Yuna’s tights lightly, desperate for her to take them off.

“Are you sure you’re not just trying get your hands in my underwear?” she jokes, taking the heels off and bringing her hands down to where his were, swiftly pulling the article down her legs and letting it pool at her ankles. She steps out of the muddle and slips her feet into the heels again with some support from Taehyung yunf.

“Okay, how’s this?” she asks, taking a step back as she stood there in her underwear and her crème button up, trying to show off the heels.

"You look perfect,” he breathes out, drinking in the sight of Yuna’s bare legs before standing up and walking around her form, eager to get a look at her with the heels from every angle possible.

He then stopped behind her, pressing his chest firmly against her back before whispering,"Best purchase I’ve ever made.” Taehyung’s voice was soft, hoarse almost, as if he lacked the air to be more firm with his words. She could tell from the way his breath tickled the back of her neck.

A blush crept up on her face as she turned around to face him, her face just inches away from his. “Thank you for the shoes..” she says softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss (the heels added a couple inches to her height, but Taehyung was still a million times taller than her).

"Mhm, my pleasure."

Before he knew it, their lips were moulding into a soft kiss, Taehyung tilting his head to the side as his hands slid down to her waist and eventually settling to grab the hem of her shirt. Yuna pushed her body closer to his as her hands tangled with the hairs on the back of his head, lightly pulling on his locks as she hummed against his lips, already growing out of breath after just 10 seconds of making out.

Eventually they both pulled away, lips slightly puffy, but not as much as they normally are after one of these sessions.

"I have been meaning to ask you something rather important.." Taehyung starts, mindlessly tugging at her shirt.

“Yeah?”

"Where’s the second pillow?" He cocks a brow at her and sets his eyes on Yuna’s bed, noticing one empty spot among all her cushions, which he could only assume was the spot her ‘special pillow’ previously sat.

“Ah..” she chuckles nervously, looking down at her feet and then back up at him. “That’s for me to know, and for you to never find out,” she shrugs with a smug look on her face.

"Oh, really now?" he faked a pout, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. "I guess that’s fine. I mean, I already have a theory on what happened to it."

“Oh, really now?” she repeats his words almost mockingly. “Enlighten me, Mr Kim. What could’ve possibly happened to the pillow?”

Taehyung pulled away, tightening his grip on her hips as he leaned over to practically groan in her ear. "I think you got so high and horny from me just spitting in your mouth, that you felt like your cunt needed a good fuck, but unfortunately, I wasn’t there to assist you, so being the desperate slut that you are, you tried to fuck your precious pillow to try and cum, but you obviously failed."

Hearing exactly what she did coming from him, definitely made her sound a lot more desperate and obvious than she thought she was. “Well when you put it like that…” Yuna trails off, looking down at her feet now feeling too embarrassed to even look him in the eye.

Taehyung laughed, burying his face in the crook of her neck to a deep kiss against her unmarked skin. "So it’s true, is it not, darling?" He pulled away from her neck and looked down at her, gently lifting her chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing Yuna to look up at him.

She tilts her head to the side, looking up, pretending to think to herself. “And what if it is true? We can’t really do anything about it now since it’s in the past,” she replies, her gaze just as challenging as his.

"We can’t? Oh, dear.." Taehyung took a step away from her, "And I thought I could give you what you really craved, but oh well.."

“No! Wait..” she pouts, stepping closer to him and grabbing both his hands, placing them on her hips. “I.. couldn’t finish with the pillow..” she starts, shying away from his gaze. “The pillow couldn’t make me feel the way you do,” Yuna admits quietly, squeezing his hands.

“Ah, that’s such a shame.." He couldn't help but tease her a little, moving his hand from her hip down to her thigh and settling between them. "And what shall we do about that now? I mean.. It is in the past now."

Yuna knew he was playing around, teasing her and trying to get her to say what she wanted out loud, but if she were to submit to him, it would leave a very irreparable dent on her ego and his hands were so close to where she needed him most, he just needed to move his hand a little higher.

“You know what you’re doing..” she mumbles.

"Of course I do. I’m trying to make you say what exactly you want from me." His hand trailed up and down her thighs, with every move, his hand got closer to her clothed cunt, but didn't dare to touch her yet, not until he got what he wanted from her.

“Please, you know what I want, Tae..” she tries to sound angry, but her words come out as a desperate whine. If Yuna gave him what he wanted, he would forget about it and m not hesitate to use it against her when the opportunity arises. But, she’d been waiting for this for several hours. Now she had the chance to finally get what she wanted, and that was the only thing on her mind.

“I want your hands.. and you’re tongue..” she whispers, hoping he’d show her some mercy.

Taehyung’s smirk grew bigger, his fingers finally brushing over the damp centre of her panties, wasting no time in rubbing slow, circular motions with his thumb against her throbbing clit. A heavy sigh of relief sounded from Yuna, finally having the man she needed most help her finish what she started.

“See? Good things happen you listen.”

Yuna nodded at his words, placing her hands on his shoulders, gripping onto his clothes to keep herself steady as her legs buckled beneath her, hips edging themselves towards his thumb for more.

Taehyung shifted to use his whole hand to rub her through her panties, using so much force and pressure, he could’ve sworn he almost lifted her off the floor and it elicited a sharp gasp from Yuna. He then leaned his head to the side of her own, as his tongue went to lick her earlobe.

Her grip on his shoulder was much tighter than before, knuckles almost turning white. She could barely keep herself standing, the heels making it even harder for her as her legs shook and her hips started to move on their own; back and forth against his hand.

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat, as he felt his hand soak up the arousal from between his legs, too much actually, he had to force his hand away from her, putting a halt to her desperation chase. "How about you show me what you did to that pillow when I was gone, but we make it a little more exciting?"

“Exciting?” she questions, pulling away from him and dragging him towards the bed. She climbed onto the bed, sitting right at the centre, sitting with her heels still on either side of her.

He adjusts his rings around his digits, playing around with them, "How about you set yourself on my lap? I bet you look like an absolute masterpiece riding my thigh.”

Yuna’s eyes wandered down to his torso, already seeing a very prominent bulge forming against his pants. She snapped her eyes back up to him and nodded eagerly. “But would you be able to handle it?” she asks, obviously trying to provoke him.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about me.." he says back down on the bed, "If I feel like I can’t handle it, I will simply fuck you harder than before and leave you with the inability to do nothing but cum for me on command,” he flashes her a wink, biting down on his bottom lip as he pat his thigh, giving her the all-clear.

Just the simple gesture of him patting his thigh for her to sit on almost made her cum on the spot, but Yuna knew better than to cum untouched. She crawled over to him on the bed, climbing over his lap so she was snow traddling his thigh. She lifted herself off of him a couple of times to adjust herself so she was stable before pressing her clothed cunt down against him, the contact against his dress pants making her wince.

“Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you take your panties off, but not just yet." His hands reached down to take off his belt and discard of it elsewhere, unbuttoning his pants to make make more room for his growing bulge.

Taehyung’s words went through one ear and out the other since she was already making a move. Yuna licked over her bottom lip as her hips started to move back and forth against his thigh, trying to get herself a bit more riled up. Any subtle contact between her legs would easily set her off as she looked down between their bodies, taking notice of the damp little puddle on his pants from where her soaked pussy sat.

“Look at you, makin’ a mess,” he taunts, generously rubbing the small of her back without disturbing her provocative actions.

The constant brushing of her clit against his thigh left her in pieces. She was throwing her head back, gripping onto the hem of her shirt to make the pleasure more bearable, but it was useless. Yuna gazed down at him with hooded eyes and red cheeks, “D-don’t look at me..” she breathes out, slightly embarrassed to be seen in such a state.

He reached his hand up to wrap around her throat gently, yet the hint of force was noticeable as Taehyung urged her to keep her eyes on him. "Oh, baby, but I want to look at you. And you’re gonna look at me and show me how much you’re enjoying this,” he taunts her, letting his eyes drop down to witness the growing mess on his lap. It was the perfect way to show Yuna just how powerless she was around him,

She wanted to cuss him out so bad. The urge to call him an asshole stayed at the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t dare to let it slip, knowing full well it wouldn’t get her anywhere, She looked down between her legs, noticing how damp and sticky his thigh had become because of her actions and it was almost degrading to see how how easily she was aroused by such little contact. But still, Yuna couldn’t stop. She was so desperate to cum, she was almost there.

“So close, Tae…”

Both his hands now land on her hips, helping her fuck herself hard enough to make her orgasm come quicker. "Come on, baby, cum for me. Nothing’s stopping you.”

Yuna’s mouth had fallen slack, giving Taehyung the perfect opportunity to slaver into her mouth, watching as some of the thick substance landed on the side of her lips, slowly dripping down on them.

She stuck her tongue out to lick at the excess, desperate for a taste as his blasphemous words were enough for her orgasm to come crashing down on her; inner thighs squeezing around him as the very obvious substance of white piled onto his pants. Yuna flipped her hair to the side as she brought a hand down her body and to her sensitive clit, gently playing with the sensitive bud to help ride out her orgasm.

Taehyung hummed, gently grazing her cheek with his fingertips. "Such a good girl, doing as I say. How about you come sit on my face and my tongue’ll do you a million times better?”

Yuna climbed off his lap, crawling onto the bed and sitting on her knees, patiently waiting for him like a lost puppy. There was a short silence between the two as she thought for a moment. She’d never sat on someone’s face before, and from all the pornos she’d watched, it looked pretty enjoyable, but she didn’t wanna mess up.

“I do.. but I’ve never done it before,” she admits, taking off the buttons of her button up, pulling the material down her arms and discarding it onto the floor, leaving her in her bra.

"And that’s a problem because?" Taehyung shot her a warm smile getting ready and lying on his back. He undid his pants a little to give his straining erection some breathing room.

Yuna felt reassured knowing he wasn’t put off by it, so she climbed over his body, straddling his torso before lifting herself slightly and moving higher and higher up his body until her bare cunt was hovering above his face. “If I’m hurting you, just squeeze my thigh really hard and I’ll stop.”

Taehyung didn’t need to be told. Getting hurt was the last thing he cared about. Hell, Yuna could suffocate him between her thighs and he still wouldn’t give a damn about his life. But just for her sake, "Alright, I promise I will." He tried his best to look up at her to provide some moral support, but the glistening, in front of his face made it hard for him, yet he still managed. He then took a deep breath and licked his lips a bit, which wasn't necessary since her cunt was soaked.

Slowly and carefully, Yuna started sinking herself down against his mouth, Taehyung immediately trapping her puffy clit between his lips and sucking harshly, almost forcing her down onto his face. She didn’t dare to move yet, waiting a few seconds for him to adjust before she was given permission to move.

Taehyung let out a hum against her, the vibrations causing her spine to tingle as he set a firm slap on her thigh, letting her know that she was allowed to move.

She started to rock her hips against his tongue slowly as her body stuttered above him from his teasing licks. She was still trying to get used to it all but it felt immense with his tongue all up inside her as her walls clenched around him in a bid to keep him there. Her small whimpers were becoming louder by the second and soon enough, Yuna picked up the pace at her own accord.

Taehyung’s tongue was delving between her folds, running up against her slit teasingly before plunging his tongue into her tight hole, thrusting inside of her and occasionally pulling out to show some love to her beat folds. It was getting harder for him to catch a breath, but he was enjoying himself too much to stop; trailing his hands up to cup her bouncing tits, squeezing them within his grasp squeezing and pinching her tout nipples between his fingers.

Yuna tried to refrain from making too much noise but failed miserably when his tongue reached deep inside of her, brushing against her walls and not once did she stop moving. “Hmph— more…” If anything, her movements only became more aggressive as she desperately tried to chase her second orgasm of the night that was already nearing.

Taehyung would feel the need to groan into her soaked cunt, catching a few breaths before the tip of his nose was budging against her clit again. It made his dick jump in his pants non-stop, and when he suddenly felt Yuna’s hands gripping at his hair, shoving his face deeper against her legs, he managed to cop a taste of her orgasm lacing his tongue.

She was way far too lost within the pleasure, having little to no time to give Taehyung a warning as she let loose all over his tongue, muttering a string of curse words that he was (for sure) gonna scold her for later.

Yuna’s body was a shaking mess as her hips slowed down and eventually she shifted down his body, getting a better look at his face and making sure he was okay.

When she finally got off of him after hitting her orgasm, Taehyung gasped, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen, glistening with her arousal as his eyes landed on her. His breathing was heavy and unsteady, but he managed to catch the missed strings of cum that had landed on his chin. “Mhm, you never fail to disappoint, my love.”

That wasn’t enough to ease Yuna’s overthinking, as she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him to sit up whilst she sat on his lap. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” she asks, piling more and more questions on top of him and holding his face in her hands.

It was cute how concerned she was, and he showed her a soft smile of reassurance. "I’m okay. Don’t worry about me, you were amazing." Taehyung nuzzles his cheek against her palm, basking in her warmth.

Yuna showed him a fond smile, brushing her thumb over his cheek as she felt a sudden twitch between her legs. She looked down between their bodies to see his heavily straining erection sitting directly under her abused cunt, desperate to be freed. “Can you handle it?” she asks him again, clearly challenging the older man.

He doesn’t waste another second, pulling away from her and taking off any clothing he had on and throwing it into the corner of the room, leaving his cock stiff and ready. Taehyung looked back at her, leaving yet another kiss on her lips, giving Yuna a taste of what she’d left behind.

She lifted herself of his lap so his tip was aligned with her entrance, slowly sinking herself down him, leaking head sliding into her with such ease, there was barely any pain as her mouth fell open against his lips. Taehyung took the chance he was given and kissed Yuna again, this time with more desperation and need; his tongue swiping along her bottom lip from time to time, as he buried himself deep inside her.

“Shit— you’re so warm..”

As he fucked slowly started to himself into her, Yuna found it more and more difficult to kiss him back as a string of profanities and curses left her mouth from the overbearing pleasure. “Oh, God.. Fuck— Taehyung..!” The tip of his cock was repeatedly bruising against her sweet spot; right where she needed him and it left her breaking down on top of him.

Taehyung finally gave up on her lips and went to leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck, the kisses soon becoming little nips and bites he was certain would leave marks all over. “Hm, all this just because you couldn’t wait for me, huh?” His hands rested on the small of her back, guiding his cock to push inside her with the added subtle thrust of his hip. His lips latched onto her nipple, coating the hard bud in his saliva as he groaned.

Yuna’s hands tangled themselves in his hair, her grip tightening in sync to her walls clamping down on him as she failed to process the man’s demeaning words. He was merely speaking the truth.

The mess between her legs was certainly a site; a mixture of her arousal and cum dripping down the base of his length as the sounds of skin slapping, and Yuna’s broken moans filled the room.

He didn't even bother to warn her, slamming his dick inside of her and forcing a cry to rip from her throat. Taehyung’s pace was relentless as he continuously thrusted into her, not giving a care in the world whether Yuna could handle it or not.

She was gonna take everything he gave her.

Before he knew it, thick, warm strings of cum tarnished her insides. He didn't care that he finished before her, all he cared about was draining himself empty in her warmth, and he knew Yuna would take it, feeling his cock twitch uncontrollably between her mesh walls.

“You okay, Yuna?” Taehyung asks softly, rubbing small circles over her lower back as she wrapped her arms around him, bringing his head closer to her chest.

“Mhm…” Her hold wasn’t too tight, she’d fallen limp in his arms and all she could feel now was his cock pumping her full of his cum, slowly peeking out from between her legs.

In a bid to recover from his orgasm, Taehyung carefully thrusted into her a couple more times, making sure he had nothing left within him, only eager to give Yuna all that he could muster.

He could only smile at her form, taking in how tired and exhausted she was, and it warmed his heart immensely at how eager she was to be please him, yet, Yuna could just breathe and he’d be all over her.

“You did good, my love..” Taehyung whispers softly, caressing her head gently and leaving her within his hold, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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OFF THE TABLE - KTH | six (m)

pairing — taehyung x female oc

genre — fluff, smut, angst

word count — 5.9k

chapter warnings/tags — co-workers!au, dom!tae, sub!oc, denial, regret, confrontation, closure, lots of confusion, taehyung & oc are highkey acting domestic, mentions of attempted forced marriage, explicit content, teasing, cursing, making out, grinding, hickeys, oral (m receiving), spit (oops?), throat fucking, praise, encouragement (so hot!!), cum swallowing + more

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long 😭 this month has been jam packed ❌

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Now upstairs, Yuna was sitting up on her bed with Taehyung's head on her lap, the pair simply staring at each other with no words being exchanged.

She glances down at him with a soft smile, bringing her hand up to gently tug at his hair, brushing her hands through his hair every now and again. "Today was nice," she whispers, looking back up at the lights. "Even though we didn't do much, your company was greatly appreciated," she tells him, looking down at him again and fixing the strap of her dress that was falling down her shoulder.

Taehyung returned the smile, and hummed softly, "Thank you for inviting me over and not kicking me out. I could really use some quality time like this more often than having another fight with my neighbour," he chuckles lightly, turning his head to the side and nuzzling his face against her stomach.

"Just know you can come over whenever you want. You know I'll never turn you down." Her hands shift from his head to his bare back, rubbing small circles and trailing her fingertips softly across his back.

"I'm not sure about that. I can be quite a pain in the ass." He kept smiling at her, appreciating her subtle touch. In return, he left a kiss against the satin of her dress, gently running his hands up and down her hips.

"You're always a pain in the ass. You have been for the last few years, I think I'm used to it by now. Even with that in mind, I'll always be here, with open arms.. and open legs—"

"—Don't worry, you'll have my heart on a plate and my pants on the floor," he says, paying her back with a compliment of the same sort.

"Ah.." she nods, impressed by the comeback. "I've never heard anyone use that. But that was a good one, I like that."

Yuna stares down at him so she could get a better look at his smile. So genuine, it had her heart warming up.

She leaned down towards his face, ghosting her lips over his for a few seconds before finally kissing him.

Taehyung would be quite surprised at first, but he finally started to kiss her back, his hand moving to the back of her head and pushing her closer to him. It felt so good, yet so confusing to him. All this time, he thought only females could feel butterflies in their stomach, but boy was he wrong.

Yuna wasn't exactly expecting him to kiss back, but she didn't know what went through her mind going to kiss him first and she wasn't regretting it.

Maybe she was actually feeling something for him? Not hatred, something else, but she couldn't pinpoint it.

The odd feeling in his stomach and his racing heart gave him trouble with taking deep breaths between the kiss they shared, so he had to pull away to catch his breath. Avoiding Yuna's eyes completely, he lifted his head off her lap to lay on the pillow.

Noticing his reaction, you immediately regretted your actions. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. "It's getting late, I'm gonna get to sleep," she mutters quietly, lying back on the mattress and pulling the duvet over her body.

"Goodnight."

Taehyung watched her turn away from him, knowing she regretted everything, and all he wanted to do was grab her face and kiss the shit out of her again, but the confusion was putting him off.

He got under the duvet and moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her closer to his chest. He left a small kiss on her bare shoulder, whispering softly into her ear,

"Goodnight, Y/N."

The following morning, Yuna woke up without a struggle, but she somehow managed to end up in Taehyung's arms. She turned over to face him, seeing that he was still sleeping and had the urge to kiss his nose, but refrained from doing so after last night. She carefully took his arms off her body, climbing out of bed and carrying out her usual morning routine before heading downstairs to the kitchen to get breakfast up and running for them.

Taehyung was half awake the moment she pushed him off of her, but he laid there, pretending to be asleep just to have some time to think. When he knew she was downstairs, he finally opened his eyes and sat up, running his fingers through his hair, still overthinking stuff. Many theories were being born in his mind; maybe she got bored of him, maybe she regretted inviting him over, or maybe she wanted to drug and kidnap him and deport him back to Italy for all those years of him being an ass to her.

He had no idea, so he just sat there, waiting.

Yuna made a start on breakfast, opting to make waffles. She already had the batter made, all she needed to do was pour the batter onto the waffle machine, let it cook, and then repeat it for however many waffles they wanted. She let the first waffle cook, heading to the fridge to grab a bunch of strawberries and blueberries, washing them for a minute or so before using a knife to cut them into smaller pieces.

Chopping the fruits, she heard his footsteps enter the kitchen. His steps were loud and clear, but she pretended she couldn't hear him come in, continuing to focus her attention elsewhere.

Taehyung knew she was ignoring him and it was pissing him off, yet he tried to stay calm. He walked over to her, giving her a kiss on the head.

"Good morning."

"Good morning," she mumbles, trying to sound busy but in the end sounding completely unbothered. She grabbed a bowl out from one of the cupboards and poured all the fruits into it before turning around to place it on the counter. The only issue was that when she turned around, she bumped directly into him.

"Are you mad at me or do you just really want me out of here?" He took the bowl from her and put it on the counter, keeping eye contact. Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for her to answer him.

He knew what the issue was.

Yuna sighed. Of course she wasn't mad at him or anything, and she certainly didn't want him to leave so soon, but what happened last night spoke volumes. "No, I'm not mad at you, and I don't want you out of here either. I'm just really tired," she explains, the flat out lie sounding unconvincing as she placed her hands on his chest in a bid to get past him.

Taehyung was quick to trap her hands in his own, "So you're telling me that you just woke up and you're already tired?" He raised an eyebrow at her, definitely not buying it. He could see through her and he felt disappointed she wasn't being honest.

She lifted her eyes to meet his, a slight pout on her lips. "I'm tired 24/7, it's normal," she mumbles, placing her hands on top of his so she could un-trap herself and escape, but she failed. "I made you breakfast, and I'm sure it's not gonna taste nice when it's cold," she scolds him, looking over his shoulder to see the waffles and fruits set out for him.

"And I appreciate you making breakfast, I really do, but I won't move an inch if you don't talk to me." He let go of her hands, placing his palms on both of her cheeks, kissing her nose.

God, what was he doing? He was only confusing himself more.

Yuna inhaled sharply, taking a moment to word out her thoughts before speaking. "Was I supposed to kiss you last night? Or should that have never happened?" she asks, avoiding his eyes and instead looking down at her feet.

For a few seconds, he just stood there, looking down at her. Shaking his head, he shot her a soft smile. "So that’s what this is all about?"

"Come on, let's just eat," she groans, pushing past him and taking a seat at the counter, leaving him behind her.

A chuckle escaped his lips, as he sat down beside her. He grabbed a waffle and took a bite out of it. "You know, it is not like I didn't enjoy you kissing me, but.." he starts, clearing his throat, "One week ago, we were doing everything we could to get rid of eachother and now we're kissing and spending time together.. it's confusing me."

She knew he was right. This time last week she wouldn't have expected them to be all affectionate towards one another. The sex was supposed to be a one time thing, but it happened again. And now they were acting as if they were a couple.

"I get that. I'm just as confused you are," she says, taking a bit out of the waffle. "I know I asked you this before.. but what are we? In all honesty, I don't think I hate you anymore."

"I also don't hate you, but.. I don't want just sex. I also don't want you to have sex with me and leave me when you get bored. I might act like I don't care, but I do."

"Well then maybe we should take it up a notch?" she suggests, pushing her plate away from her and moving her chair closer to his. "I also don't want just sex. I want affection too, and you've been showing me a lot of that since you got here. Maybe we're not just coworkers anymore. Let's say we're... trying something out?"

Taehyung turned his gaze towards her with a slight smile. "Only if you want to, if you feel comfortable enough to spend more time with me."

"I'm comfortable with you, don't worry," she reassures him, rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.

He took her hand in his and left a kiss on top of it. "But I must say, if you didn't, I would be oh-so-heartbroken and probably go back to Italy and marry a girl I never knew against my will, and then I'd live unhappily for the rest of my life."

"No way! You almost got an arranged marriage? How come? You only ever hear that stuff happening in books and movies."

"My father had this one friend who had a daughter and they agreed to get us married, because they had some unresolved past drama and the guy said my father owed him and his child a 'good future." he shrugged it off like it wasn't a big deal and rest his head on her shoulder, eating the fruits from the bowl.

"Woah.. so you just went rogue, and ran away from Italy?" she questions, picking up a strawberry from the bowl and popping it into her mouth. "What was the daughter like? I'm sure she wasn't that bad."

"No, she wasn't. She was actually really pretty and smart, but I had a girlfriend at the time and I wasn't planning on dumping her, but she dumped me when I told her I wanted us to run away and get eloped."

Yuna stared at him in pure shock. His story sounded way too good to be true. "You're messing with me. There's no way you almost ran away with a girl to get married," she chuckles softly, shaking her head at the man and turning back towards the counter rather than him.

"It really felt like a movie, but now I sit behind a desk for most of my day and eat waffles my ex enemy made for me," Taehyung winks, eyeing the empty plates in front of them.

"You'll be getting a whole lot more than just waffles. I like to say I have a few tricks up my sleeve when it comes to the kitchen," she boasts, piling up the plates they had used, and carrying them over to the sink.

"Ah, I can't wait for that," he licks his lips, as he goes to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and feeling her body ease against his as she turned the tap on, grabbing some dish soap to get a start on cleaning, leaving her to relax after a busy morning.

He managed to finish doing the dishes and much to his dismay, Taehyung’s phone was ringing. He didn’t bother to check who it was and so picked up the call, immediately regretting it.

It seemed that their boss was calling him back into work to assist the new starter he’d hired to replace Leia. Why someone else couldn’t do it? Turned out the new starter barely spoke any English, only being able to communicate in Italian, which Taehyung was expertly fluent in.

"Fanculo la mia vita,” he curses, ending the call with a huff and walking over to the front door to grab his coat.

“Wait, where are you going?” Yuna scrambles to get up onto her feet, following him behind him to block the man from leaving the house.

“Work. New girl needs my help since she doesn’t speak much English,” he explains, fixing the collar of his coat and slipping on his dress shoes.

Her lips formed a pout, a little bummed that he was leaving so soon, but she was adamant to have him come back.

“You can come back here after.. if you want, obviously,” Yuna shook her head, trying not to seem too desperate but Taehyung could read her like a book.

“I’ll be back before you know it, Y/N.” He blows you a kiss and ushers you away from the door, which, after much struggle, you finally decided to free the man, letting him leave the house to head off to work.

From an outsider, it probably looked like a wife bidding farewell to her husband, the breadwinner of the family.

Yikes.

Taehyung spent most of the day guiding the new starter around. She went by the name Giana, and their boss had hired her claiming she was Leia’s replacement, but he knew well the man was just going to use her for his own pleasure.

But what could he do? It seemed like Giana didn’t mind it; being paraded around by a rich old man, so who was Taehyung to talk her out of it?

When he got back to Yuna’s it was dead silent. He assumed she went out for a sec and immediately felt like it was illegal for him to be in her house alone, but after taking a couple steps upstairs, the faint sound of water running let him know that she was in the shower.

He stepped into her bedroom and pulled his sweater vest over his head, discarding it elsewhere along with the white button up he had on underneath, leaving the upper half of his body bare as he went to lie back on her bed with a sigh.

Yuna didn’t stay in the shower for too long before climbing out and wrapping a soft white towel around her body, and humming an unknown tune on her way out of the bathroom, which came to a halt since she’d jumped seeing Taehyung on her bed.

“Shit, you could’ve let me know you were here,” she says, catching her breath and passing by him to stand in front of the mirror.

Taehyung lifted his head off the pillow to get a good look at her. She was completely covered but she still looked stunning. “I’m really enjoying the view from here,” he smirks, his eyes travelling down her backside with a mischievous glint.

Yuna didn’t respond, already feeling the blood rush to her cheeks as she walked over to her closet, pulling out yet another night dress for tonight. It was difficult to tell that he was still staring at her, so when she turned around, his eyes were very much burning into her body. “Are you gonna keep staring, or…?”

She didn't need to say anything more, Taehyung already jumping out of bed and rushing to stand behind her with a grin on his face, which he tried to hide by biting down on his bottom lip.

A smile crept up on her lips as they both stood there in front of the mirror, the droplets of water from her hair landing on his chest and some being absorbed by the towel wrapped around her body. "Are you okay?" she asks breathlessly, fluttering her eyes up at him.

Taehyung raised a brow at her, his hands finding their way to her hips, as he rest his chin on her shoulder.

"Mhm, I’m all good.." he mumbles softly, staring at the reflection ahead. It was certainly pleasing to the eye.

Yuna’s eyes follow his line of sight, the intricate designs adorning his neck catching her attention. “Have I ever told you how attractive you look with your tattoos on show?”

“Let me think..” he starts, looking up at the ceiling and pretending to think before meeting your eyes again, “Nope, this is the first I’m hearing of this.” He then moved his right hand from her hips up to the expanse of her neck, gently wrapping his slender fingers around her throat, "Took you long enough, baby."

Yuna slowly closed her eyes, craning her head back against his shoulder. His grip wasn't harsh but subtle, and though it wasn't much, it was steadily driving her crazy. "I've always kept that thought to myself."

“Oh, is it?” Taehyung’s free hand was playing with the hem of her towel as he squeezed lightly around her throat. She resists the urge to groan as he leans closer to her ear, making his voice as hoarse as possible just to mess with her. "I can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if you kept that thought to yourself if I hadn’t fucked you in your office that day..”

A soft sigh left her lips as she traveled her hand up to her neck, placing it on top of his. "I would've taken that thought to the grave with me.. there was no way I was gonna feed that already-inflated ego of yours."

Taehyung laughed softly laugh into her ear, setting a kiss on her lobe. "But would you look at that," he pushes her body closer to his own, feeling the perfect curve of her backside mould instantly against his front as one hand found its way under her towel. "You didn’t keep it to yourself.”

"I just figured it was about time I told you," she shrugs, as her body started to grow hot. The goosebumps on her legs started to rise and her subtle movements were causing the towel around her body to become loose, but still wrapped around her, just not as secure as before.

And just like that, the warmth from his body was gone. Taehyung pulled away from her, acting as if he didn’t just start something.

"Good job then, my ego just got a boost. Thank you." He then went back to lay down in her bed, completely ignoring her, as he hugged a pillow closer to his face.

Yuna stood there dumbfounded. She knew what he was up to, and if he was gonna play it that way, she would too.

She shook her head and got back to dressing herself, letting the towel pool at her ankles before wearing a pair of black panties and a matching bra. The dress she had pulled out from earlier was now on her body as she made her way to Taehyung to lie down next to him.

"Are you tired?"

Taehyung paid no attention to her, as he laid there on his stomach with his eyes closed and face buried into the pillow. He only hummed in response before completely turning his back to her.

Yuna turned over to face him, propping herself up with one elbow on her pillow, her head in her hand.

Another idea popped into mind as she placed her arm over his body and her hands against his bare chest as she scooted closer to him. "Tae..." she whispers against his ear, her breath fanning over the expanse of his neck.

“Yeah, baby?” He opened his eyes to look over his shoulder at her. He was a little tired, but he always had the time to mess with her.

Yuna stayed silent. She could see the slight tiredness in his eyes and decided to tuck away her needs for another day. "Nothing.. just checking if you fell asleep. Goodnight," she whispers, placing a small kiss on his cheek and lying back on the mattress, properly this time, and turning her back towards him to try and sleep off her hormones.

Taehyung couldn't help but feel a little guilty, leaving her hanging like that. He was sure the feeling of guilt would be long gone after working many years as a lawyer. Turns out he was wrong, but even the feeling inside his stomach couldn't stop him from messing with her yet again.

He let out a sigh, turning around to face her back, scooting closer. "You already gave up? Such a shame.. I guess I won this little game, then.”

Oh, how wrong he was.

"I wouldn't make that claim so quickly if I were you," she grins, pushing her back up against his front, feeling his bulge pressing against the curve of her ass.

His breath hitched in his throat and he was quick to bite on his bottom lip to contain any embarrassing sounds threatening to fall from his lips. He hid his face in the crook of her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses against her skin and humming softly.

"You clever girl.."

She chuckled softly to herself, licking her bottom lip as she shifted against him, making sure to get him riled up. "I'm a lot smarter than you think, you should know that by now.."

Taehyung would laugh at her, pulling away from her, to laying on his back and stare up at the fairly lights hanging across the ceiling. "So smart, you simply cannot be outsmarted.”

Yuna turned on her side, placing her palm flat on his chest and rubbing his skin in slow, circular motions, warming him up. "Gosh Taehyung, you're so oblivious, I'm convinced I'm smarter than you," she groans, moving her hand down to his stomach.

"Whatever makes you feel better about yourself, my love," he responds, watching her hand dance along his stomach. He placed both his palms under his head, his eyes solely focusing on her movements.

As her hand reached his pants, she snapped her eyes up at him to see if he was reacting in anyway, but much to her dismay, he was acting very normal. It made her want to give up then and there, but Yuna couldn't live with him winning their little 'game' again.

Her hand rested above his bulge, slowly palming him to get something out of him, and she felt him twitch, just for a quick second, and then she knew her actions were phasing him.

Taehyung arched his back a bit, grabbing a handful of his hair to bare the effects her actions were having on him. He was getting weaker and weaker by the second with her beside him, but he wasn’t keen on giving in.

"It's not that hard to just.. give up, you know that right, Taehyung?" Yuna whispers to him, halting her movements and fiddling with his belt to get it off. "Just say you want me just as much as I want you.." her voice is soft against his ear, licking at his earlobe.

"How about I show you instead?"

Her eyes lit up at the offer as she finally managed to get his belt off. With his hand still on top of hers she used it to unzip his pants, leaning towards his face to catch his lips in a heated kiss, full of eagerness and desperation.

Taehyung removed his hand just to move in on the back of her head and push her closer to him, deepening the kiss more than he could’ve asked for but he wasn’t complaining.

With her lips still on his, Yuna moved to climb on top of him, straddling his torso as her hands made home on his chest, keeping her stable. She pulled away from him after a few minutes, her lips red, slightly swollen and the strap of her dress already falling off her shoulder, begging to come off.

The moment Yuna pulled away, Taehyung used it as an opportunity to sit up, pulling her body closer to his by wrapping his arms over the small of her back. His lips were doing their own thing, attacking her neck and collarbone with harsh kisses and bites as he lifted the hem of her dress over her thighs, exposing the black lace she wore just for him.

“Hm, all for me, right?” he mumbles softly, brushing the tip of his nose over her clavicles.

Yuna’s quiet whimpers and the sounds of his lips against her skin were filling the silence in the room as the pair got lost in one another. Her lack of response was enough of an answer for him to rightfully take what was his.

Taehyung finally pulled away from her neck just to pepper his kisses over her cheeks and lips. His hands went to grip her hips, urging her to sit directly on his growing bulge with a quiet groan. He got so lost in her and the sounds she made from him barely touching her, he didn't even notice the butterflies in his stomach fluttering in the pit of his stomach.

As his bulge grew under her clothed heat, Yuna impulsively shifted her hips against him, trying to gain some sort of friction to assist the growing arousal between her legs, but it just wasn’t enough. Her arms snaked around his neck, hands tangling in his dark locks, lightly tugging on them each time she pressed harder against him.

Taehyung threw his head back, trying his very best to stay quiet and not give her any type of satisfaction for breaking him down so slowly. His hands went to tug on the hem of her dress, lifting it up over her head and blessing himself with the view of her matching set.

“Fuck me..” he curses, almost whimpering at the sight of her tits sitting perfectly under the lace and her panties driving him insane.

Yuna brought her hands down to grab his, placing them on her hips as she tried to show off the set. "Do you like it? I wore it for you.." she says softly, pulling away from him so he could see the full set properly.

It was perfect on her. The intricate designs and the lace threading looked so gorgeous on her body.

Taehyung licked his lips, his eyes glued to the expensive-looking set. He took a minute to himself to drink in the view before finally speaking, but in his mother tongue, knowing exactly what kind of effect it had on her.

"Lo adoro, cazzo."

Meaning he fucking loved it.

His mother tongue always sparked something inside of Yuna, and it was definitely the throbbing. She had no idea what he said but she took it as something positive. "If you keep talking to me like that, I'm gonna.." she doesn't finish her sentence, unable to describe what she would do to him, knowing it was far from appropriate.

"You're gonna..?" He raised a brow at her, his hands gripping her hips tightly, playing with elastic of her panties and holding her in place, making it all the more easier for him to subtly thrust his clothed erection up against her heat.

"Use your words, Yuna. You always have so much to say outside of the bedroom.”

The latter shook her head, tugging at her bottom lip to prevent a moan slipping out of her. "I can't.." Yuna whispers breathlessly as her panties got more soaked and it was starting to make her feel uncomfortable and irritated since she couldn't feel him properly.

"I’m sure you can. Come on, you’re a big girl aren’t you?” Taehyung buried his face in between the valley of her breasts, kissing, licking, sucking every inch of her skin he could.

Yuna hesitated for a moment, knowing he'd be able to use her words against her in the future. But, she said a lot worse to him before, and it wasn't brought up again, so maybe it wouldn't hurt to do it again.

She gazed down at him with lust-driven eyes. "When you speak Italian, it makes me more— it’s hot,” she admits shyly, turning away from him to avoid his burning gaze.

Pulling away from her chest, he looked up at her with a huge smirk. "Oh, it is?" Of course it was, Taehyung knew that from the start. He reached his hand towards her neck, carefully wrapping his fingers around her throat and forcing her to face him.

Yuna nods slowly, using her actions rather than her words knowing her voice would betray her. She swallows thickly and picks up the pace of her hips, using the very little friction she had on top of him to get herself off.

Taehyung could only watch her in awe, paying little attention to his own breathing which was becoming heavier by the second. "Absolutely stunning.." he whispers, gawking at the sheer layer of sweat coating your body and the utmost determination on your face to try and finish on top of him.

She lifted her hips off of him, hooking her finger to the waistband of his underwear, swiftly pulling the material down his thighs to finally free his aching cock. Yuna didn’t even let him adjust before she took a firm hold of his length, stroking him a a few times and rubbing the pad of her thumb over his leaking tip with a playful smile.

Opening his mouth to gasp, he threw his head back again, biting down on his bottom lip to contain himself, yet a small whimper escaped his mouth. Taehyung’s hold around her neck got tighter, urging her to give him more.

Yuna’s thumb continued to rub circles over his tip before she started pump his throbbing cock in her hand. She glanced down at him, his reactions playing off as encouragement.

"Can I..?" she trails off, silently hinting what she wanted and hoping he'd say yes.

Taehyung was kind of surprised by her request and he was quiet for a few seconds. His most dirtiest thoughts and fantasies about her were finally going to become a reality. Just the image of Yuna’s mouth wrapped around his cock as he stuffed her mouth full was a wet dream on its own.

“I’m not sure someone as high maintenance as yourself deserves my cock.”

“Why’s that?” she asks, gazing down at him, pumping him in her hand a lot slower than before as he twitched in her hold. “I've been good, haven't I?" she questions, raising a brow at the man before her.

Taehyung looked up at the ceiling, acting as if he was thinking.

He looked back at her with a smirk. "You better get to work and show me how good you’ve been then."

Yuna flashes him a smile before climbing off of him, pushing herself further down the bed so she was face first in front of him. She fluttered her eyes up at his, letting her tongue hang out slightly as she landed small kitten licks to his tip.

Taehyung would watch her do so, groaning quietly, as his hand went to play with her hair; brushing away her fly-aways to see her better.

“Should’ve had you on your knees the moment you decided to piss me off,” he mumbles, his mind wandering back to several years ago when they first met at the firm. A petty ruse was what started this ongoing feud between them.

She giggled softly before wrapping her lips around his tip, keeping him there for a few seconds, before taking him deeper into her mouth. With some struggle, Yuna somehow managed to fit him in whole, with his tip hitting the back of her throat before slowly moving her head.

Her mouth felt warm and it was doing him so good to the point where Taehyung found himself grabbing a fistful of her hair, pushing her down deeper, taking the term ‘stuffed full’ to a whole other level.

“Take it, I know you can..” he groans, watching his cock between her lips inch by inch.

Yuna hummed softly, satisfaction overcoming her as she hollowed her cheeks in a bid to take him deeper. With Taehyung’s firm grip on her head, she was able to keep her pace steady and consistent. The back of her throat was bound to be bruised by the end of the night from how harshly he was fucking into her mouth, it had her spluttering around his cock and saliva collecting in her mouth, dripping down the side of her lip.

“Shit, shit—”

Taehyung hated how easily he was loosing his control over getting his dick sucked, yet no one made him feel what he felt that moment; you driving him towards his orgasm.

He reached over to grab a pillow, setting it behind his head and leaning back against it, eyes coming to a slow shut as he basked in the pleasure. She flashed her eyes up at him, curious as to what he was doing, and it was safe to say she was proud by the reaction she was getting from him. It was almost encouraging in a sense.

Taehyung didn’t even realise it, but his hips were mindlessly thrusting up into your mouth, and it caught her by surprise, but Yuna being Yuna, she was eager to please the man.

She felt his cock twitch uncontrollably in her mouth, and the arousal between her legs became more prominent, forcing herself to squeeze her legs shut in a bid to control it.

His moans wouldn't stop and with every passing minute, his body grew hotter than ever before. He tried to hold in his orgasm for a few more minutes, which was… difficult to say the least, yet Taehyung managed, but soon he felt like he was about to pass out from all the edging and finally let go with a low groan.

His load was spilling down her throat, his warmth filling her up as he kept her there, choking and spluttering around his cock with some of it escaping down the side of her lip. He held her head in place, making sure no more was wasted as he rode out his orgasm. His body felt numb and his mind was a haze trying to come down from his orgasm.

Yuna eventually pulled off of him with a gasp, a mixture of cum and saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his cock. She hadn't swallowed yet, dropping her mouth open to show him the the mess he’d made of her and Taehyung could’ve sworn he felt himself growing hard again among his exhaustion.

But, she deserved a good fuck after that.

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