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“If someone brings you the 'Leaves of Heaven' in life, hold on to them — they will never let you face disgrace.”

𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙠𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙖.

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“then why don't you go be with him if he's so damn funny!?” you've been talking in circles for what seems like hours. an argument you don't even remember the start off, whether you were the one actually in the wrong or not. just that you haven't seen taehyung this angry in a long time. all over some guy that you couldn't care less about.

you can't help the way your eyes roll, body plopping down on the couch. “taehyung. i already told you, it wasn't that serious. he was just a funny guy. you're friends for crying out loud!” he had invited you out to eat with a group of guys from his new job. all of them were older than him and you could tell just from the way he talked that he looked up to them.

so you were sure to make a good impression, which meant paying attention when they were speaking. it wasn't your fault that one of them was a real-life comedian, what were you supposed to do? sit there straight-faced while everyone else split their pants laughing? how boring.

“it wasn't just that, yn. and you know it.” he glares. the dress shirt that he had been wearing unbuttoned at the top and tie loosened from the frustration. his neatly styled hair sticking up in the places he had been running his fingers through. he was pissed, at you especially – but it's hard to ignore how hot he looks right now.

but, no matter how badly you just wanted to be on your knees for him, you were never one to back down from a fight. so you're meeting his glare with one of your owns. “then what is it taehyung? please enlighten me,” there's a bite to your tone that he's heard thousands of times before, it doesn't affect him the way it should.

his stare only hardens. “don't play dumb, yn. you know exactly what it is,” you're shrugging your shoulders, a blank look on your face as you rise to your feet. “i have no idea what you're talking about unless you tell me,” you're saying as you move to pass him, but his grip on your arm keeps you from going far.

he's easily pushing you back against the wall, caging your body in with his arm. his sweet smell clouds your senses, close enough that you can see each one of his long lashes, framing his dark eyes. “i saw the way they were looking at you. every single time you'd giggle and i know you fucking love that shit,” the bored expression on your face only adds to his anger.

“so what if i did?” you challenge, a smirk playing on your lips.

taehyung's eyebrows raise in surprise, not sure what you're playing at. he doesn't read too much into it, though. he's too pissed to search for the meaning in your words, too focused on how much they annoy him. “do i need to remind you who you belong to?” he's mad so you're sure he has no idea how his words affect you.

even through the fabric of his pants, you can feel the thickness of his cock. flush against your thigh, heavy breaths fanning over your cheeks. you're reaching up for him, fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck and you tug. “remind me,” you tempt, words just above a whisper.

he's quick to notice the shift in your demeanor, the competitive fire in your eyes dwindled down to something more pliant. slumped in his grasp, daring him to take you the way that he wants. so he doesn't hesitate when he's reaching down to lift your legs, entering your space your smooth thighs press into the rough material of his shirt, his covered cock nudging against your core.

your body is being pressed against the wall with the movement of his hips, wet mouth pulling you in. tongue and teeth clashing as he kisses you as his life depended on it, hungrily. the whimpered moans you let out are muffled, but they still have his cock hardening. sharp teeth scraping against your lower lip until he's sinking his teeth in, pulling a loud yelp from you.

slowly, he's pulling back, eyes dropping to watch the way your lip stretches. a smirk on his lips on his face when he's releasing it. “you like that, huh?” you don't even gripe at his condescending tone, mind reeling from the way his lips felt on yours, all you can do is nod.

his head shakes down at you, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. “look at you. and i haven't even done anything, yet... you think anyone else can get you like this?” long fingers move underneath the hem of your shirt, latching onto the waistband of your panties. he holds them there, eyes lifting up to look at you. “who fucks you best, tiny?” he says with a grin, clear to have already won whatever argument you had been having.

you can't even remember at this point. consumed by the ache between your legs and how the only person that can truly sate you was the smug man standing in front of you. “you do, taehyung,” you're letting out a breath you had no idea you had been holding, the moment he's dipping his hand down the front of your panties.

he watches the way your body seems to melt against the wall, hips moving along with his fingers between your folds. “my tiny,” he's saying before leaning forward, covering your mouth with his again. kiss sloppier than the last, unfocused as a hand works between your legs, the other fighting with the button of his slacks.

wrestling with the material until he's able to pull his cock from its confines, throbbing in his palm and tip an angry red. he doesn't allow you a moment to prepare before he's pushing his way past your walls, large hand set on your hip to hold your body steady. a loud whine falls from your lips from the stretch, but your legs are wrapping around him – pulling him closer.

“fuck, you feel so good!” you're gasping, hands wrinkling the back of his shirt. your words stroke his ego nicely. “you take me so well, baby. like your pussy's made for me,” he says through a chuckle, hips drawing back until his tip is catching at your entrance. and then he's pushing himself forward, loving the way your moans sound.

strong hips snap against yours at a steady pace, pulling a string of whines and whimpers from your lips. limbs desperately clinging to him as he holds you up, low grunts filling the room. you're so tight around him, pulling him each time he tries to pull back. and he meant it when he said you were made for him, just like he was made for you. you were meant to be and no matter how sly you tried to act, he knew you knew it too.

which is why, even though his jealousy sometimes got the better of him, he was never truly worried. you were his and he was yours... he just liked hearing you say it. “who do you belong to, baby?” lips inches from your ear, you feel the warmth of his words and the heat that rises in your chest from them.

you can't seem to find the words, a warm tingle spreading throughout your body. all of your senses darkened with your approaching orgasm. he doesn't let your silence slide, though, slowing his thrusts to a stop. resting heavily inside of you and your eyes are shooting open, quick to find him. “taehyung-” protest caught on your lips.

“whose pussy is this, tiny?” he prompts, grip tightening on your waist when you attempt to move against him. it takes two failed squirms for you to give up, body falling slack against the wall. “you, taehyung! it's yours. now please-” the drive of his hips cut your words short.

he fucks you with much fervor, hips shoving yours back in a rhythmic pace. he fucks you until your eyes are rolling back, nails clawing at his back as your eyes roll back. loving the way your walls clench around him as you cum, forcing him to his own release.

he feels the way his stomach caves, thrusts becoming untimed and sloppy. “fuck, i'm gonna cum-” he's groaning, pressing himself deeper inside of you. your walls seem to flutter, milking the orgasm from his body.

“fuck, do it inside me... please, tae.” words breathy, coated with the sweet sounds of your moans. and he's more than willing to please you, pinning his body to yours as he speeds up the movements of his hips. “want me to fill you up? get you all pregnant for me,” his own words have him gasping, cuing the first licks of his orgasm.

the thought of you all round with his baby was something he's never really cared to imagine before, but now that he's mentioned it, it's the only thing he can focus on. it's obvious with the way he talks as his seed fills your body, hushed words urging you to take all his cum, telling you how hot you'd look pregnant.

he talks until his words turn into babbled nonsense, head heavy and resting on your shoulder. the strength he had to hold you up diminishing and he has no other choice but to let your body down. gentle fingers running through his soft hair until he's looking up, dark eyes finding the smile on your face.

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