#oop anyways

When Taehyung slid his fingers out, you felt your own hot saliva coat your face in lines before his voice slithered right behind them,

“I know you can take one more. Or am I wrong?”

“I can take it,” you rasped, yelping in surprise when he jammed his digits inside your mouth quicker than before. They went in further than you anticipated, and his eyes flashed three shades darker at your gag - one for each finger he lodged inside your mouth.

“Never guessed you would be like this.”

You could only cock an eyebrow at him. Because while you weren’t as big of a flirt as he was, you still had a mountain of experience under your belt. And he was about to learn just how much.

That was what you wanted to show him all along. It didn’t matter how paranoid you were, or how reluctant you were in certain situations--you had experience, too. You had game, too. 

And you were going to let him know now because you were not going to get another chance. Sure, your arms were deftly pinned above your head, and yeah, you couldn’t exactly move your legs. 

But you could still control your mouth, and that was enough.

Spurning into action, your tongue worked around him, a spark igniting in your core when Taehyung couldn’t keep in his groan. Or his second. Or his third. 

“Fuck, baby...” 

Growing hot under his stare alone, you tilted your head side to side, lapping at his skin and teasing him with what you could do with something else. 

Knowing he would feel it, you moaned around his fingers while throwing your head back, sucking him in with all the frustration you had been harboring because of his damn games. 

A growl preceded the quick removal of his fingers before he gripped your chin in his drenched hand. 

“You want that throat fucked, don’t you?” 

“Not as much as you want that dick sucked.” Soreness reignited in your wrists as you tried to wrestle out of his grip, wanting to launch yourself at him before he could tease you again. The way his shirt was only holding up by one button was causing you enough suffering already. “Let me go.”

“So cute,” was all Taehyung cooed as he witnessed your struggle, watching as your naked chest jiggled with your thrashing. Damn him for flicking both of your pasties into far corners of the bathroom. “I think you actually like this.”

You didn’t want to tell him he was right. 

So you settled for a big huff in his face.

Taehyung’s look was incredibly predatory when he tilted his head, leaning in with lidded eyes and fire in his mouth. “You want out?”

“Yes.”

His smirk only widened. “Why?”

“Let me go and you’ll find out.”

A puff of disbelief left him before he chided, “If you say so.”

Power that had been building inside of you condensed into a dark ball, bursting into pure energy as you wasted no time in pushing Taehyung back with freed arms.

The look on his face was priceless, transitioning from shock to an absolutely fiendish smile. You knew he was keeping in a laugh based on the teeth biting his lip, but when you shoved him into the back wall of the bathroom, he couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung,” you seethed as you pounced on him, going straight for his neck and pulling at his ridiculously soft hair.

Undeterred by your attack, he simply shot out dark mirth and responded with a jovial, “Is that a promise?”

“Shut up.” You swiped at his throat before giving a tiny nip, and your hands hastily tore his shirt so hard that the last button skipped and rolled along tile. “Or I’m leaving.” 

Immediately, your head was tugged back with a force that had your thighs quaking. Fuck. Gasping, you whined before a mouth pressed right against your ear, but instead of shying away from what came out of it, you could only smirk.

“You’re not leaving until I’m done with you.”

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tbc. :) 

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AAAAAAW i am a literal pile of mush my friend

Hit ya! with the! punk! tactics!