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The white sheets rustled gently as you stretched your legs. You reached your arms above your head, twisting your torso slightly and letting out a soft groan.
The sun had begun its early voyage, leaking light in through the large windows of your bedroom. The sheer curtains moved softly as a gentle breeze snuck in through the small opening. You sat up, the covers slipping down your body and exposing your bare chest to the cold air.
Curling up under the heat of the sheets again was tempting but you had to get going.
The sheets rustled again and you felt a warm big hand feel it's way up your spine from the base.
"Don't go yet." A deep raspy voice pleaded.
"I have to get ready for work." You said with an empathetic smile.
"No." The man pouted.
His dark curls were a mess over his pillow, cheeks flushed in an innocent pink tint.
His broad lean shoulders were better than any pillow and you could feel them call for you to rest your head back on them.
With a groan, he pushed himself up to sitting, slightly slouched. He blinked slowly, eyes stuck at your chest. A smirk spread across his lips before he went back to his pout. He leaned over you, his weight forcing you back down on the bed as the curls fell over your chest.
"Don't go." He pleaded again, rubbing his face between your breasts.
The two of you were both naked from last night endeavours and you'd gladly stay home to relive it again in the morning hours. Your back arched, his big hands squeezing you tight as he moved his hips against you. Repeatedly telling you how beautiful you are, how badly he craved and wanted you. Confessing every secret thought and fantasy involving you.
"10 more minutes." You announced, brushing your hand through his messy hair. Tired as he must be from last night, he seemed to have dozed back off again.
It had been a little over a year now since you and your husband (currently knocked out buried between your breasts) had moved to Paris. You'd found a job at one of the mayor fashion houses in the city and had become unexpectedly passionate about your job. Your husband on the other hand, was among the "celebrity clientele" so to say. He was a singer (mainly), occasional actor, multi-brand ambassador and (although he wouldn't admit to it himself) a model. Sometimes you'd tease him by adding the flare "influencer" to the list. But he wasn't an "influencer", just a person who happened to influence a lot of people.
Carefully, you tried to slip out from under his 179cm frame. With some struggle and internal resistance, you managed to get out of bed. After a quick shower and getting dressed and ready you headed into the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast and a cup of tea.
The kitchen had a tiny balcony with large glass doors leading out onto it. From it, there was a distanced view of the Eifel Tower. In the evening as the sun set you both loved to sit there, him with some wine (in stereotypical Parisian fashion), maybe a platter of sort or a light dinner.
The kettle clicked and you poured some steaming hot water into your large mug. In unison a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind.
He whimpered needlingly.
It was very not like him to get out of bed this early which spoke for how needy he truly was.
"Taehyung." You sang.
He responded with another whimper.
"Honey~ you're making it hard for me to resist your wish."
Taehyung smiled triumphantly.
"But-" You turned in his embrace to face him. The pout returned, along with big pleading eyes.
"But you have to go to work." He filled in and sighed. "I know, I just... want to hug you a bit more before you go." He added.
The fact that he was naked didn't make it easier either.
"Would you like some tea?"
He shook his head.
"Ok go put on some pants and we'll cuddle while I eat my breakfast, ok?"
His face lit up and a kiss was stolen from your lips before he headed back into your bedroom. The view of his toned back and round butt made you want to call in sick for forever. But today was an important day at the office.
Taehyung returned less than a minute later dressed in a pair of polka dotted pyjama pants and sat down next to you on the sofa. His eyes travelled from you to your plate and his face pulled the cute expression he'd always do when he wanted something. He opened his mouth playfully and you gave him a spoon full of your granola much to his pleasure.
"Was it today you were having the fittings with the models?" Taehyung asked, his hand rubbing against your lower back.
"Yes! It's the final fitting for alterations before the big show."
"It's a shame my beautiful wife has to work, or they'd have the most beautiful model walk their show." He said in a dreamy voice and placed a kiss on your shoulder.
"I can barely walk in heels. Someone has to coordinate it all behind the scenes in comfy sneakers."
"I'm excited to see the venue."
Taehyung was of course invited to the fashion show that would take place this weekend and without revealing too much you'd let it slip that you'd managed to arrange a very flashy venue for the show.
You kissed Taehyung goodbye, twice. Then headed down to the parking level of the building and got in your car.
The office complex was about a 10-minute drive but due to the morning rush hour it'd usually end up taking 25.
Once you arrived the models had already begun to gather for their fittings and some of the tailors and designers had already begun with their alterations. Pinning fabrics, adjusting zippers, measuring, and marking lengths with and without the shoes to go with the look.
It all appeared to be going ahead of the plan, like an automatic speed train on a carefully curated train track (constructed by yourself).
The day went by quicker than expected and suddenly you were back in your little car, reversing out of your parking space.
Taehyung had texted you earlier, he'd been at the studio all day since you left for work and so you'd pick him up on the drive home. You pulled up in front of the modern sleek building wedged between the two older looking beige stone buildings and Taehyung came out of the entrance.
He plopped down into the passenger seat with a relieved exhale and closed the door.
"Hey there lovely." He smiled, leaning across the center divider and cupping your cheek with his large hand. His soft lips pressed firmly against yours and all tension just melted away within. A magical superpower only Taehyung had.
During the drive home Taehyung talked about how he'd written a lot of lyrics today, some he was exceptionally confident in. "I felt like that one was one that would make it in the final version. It felt good inside, like a lyrical eureka moment." He asked you about the fittings and how it all went down, he could probably tell that even though everything went well you were experiencing some stress and pre-show anxiety.
"Want to eat some take out tonight and just relax?" Taehyung suggested. A romantic eureka. "I'm so glad you brought that up I've been having some serious craving since lunch."
"What did you have for lunch?"
"I got a random salad at the café around the corner, but it smelled funky, so I didn't end up eating it."
Taehyung gasped softly as if offended.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a protein bar. "Good thing I always have my WECK with me."
"WECK?" You questioned.
"Wife Emergency Care Kit." He explained and pealed open the packaging before feeding you a piece as you drove.
Oh, how he made your heart throb... if you weren't already married you would've stopped the car here and now mid-traffic to DEMAND his hand in marriage.
"What else do you keep in the WECK?" You asked, leaning slightly to take another bite of the bar.
"Many various items." Taehyung said and held up one of your scrunchies.
The scent coming from the white bag was quickly spreading throughout the tiny car, making your mouth water. You stopped at the usual take out spot, not surprising of course: Korean.
Once back home Taehyung arranged the boxes and sides neatly and set it all out by the living room table. The balcony was “closed” today due to the dark incoming clouds in the sky. After getting changed into something more comfortable you were greeted by the sight of delicious food and your husband attempting to light a candle.
“How cozy.” You pointed out and took a seat on the sofa.
He smiled. “Shall we watch a movie or continue the series?” He asked and placed the now lit candle down. It smelled like vanilla and sandalwood, a scent that had become reminiscent of “home” for you.
--
The next day you went to work as per usual but instead of pulling of to the office building, you parked a short walk from the venue of the show. The lighting and stage crew were busy setting up and installing. Other people were setting up chairs, tables and decorations. The venue was an old factory, it might not sound charming, but this factory had stood abandoned for some years now and you didn’t expect to get the permit to host the show here at first. The venue tied together well with the aesthetic of the collection and the main designer had loved the proposal. So it was to everyone’s joy when the unexpected grant arrived in your email.
“We definitely need someone to set up the entrance walkway as soon as possible.” You pointed out to your co-worker as you carefully walked around the area.
In the open space at the centre of factory, the models had gathered for rehearsals as well as a filming crew (to record some behind the scenes and preparation shots).
As more and more decorations and props got put into place the full vision was coming into fruition. It was sort of a post-apocalyptic disco, the abandoned factory with rusty mechanics and concrete featuring the many disco balls scattered around the area in huge piles, giant commissioned art pieces and hanging from the ceiling.
Press area, VIP area, general area… entrance, stage, lighting, DJ… you skimmed through your list to make sure you’d checked on everything.
Suddenly a loud gasp was heard from behind you. “Très magnifique!” A familiar voice called out in awe.
You turned around, clipboard in hand and spotted the designer. She was dressed in a long black shimmering dress, a blue fluffy coat and black gloves. To tie it all together a set of disco balls dangled from her earlobes. She removed her tortoise brown sunglasses, pushing them up into neon orange curly hair.
However, aside her was her assistant. Her cousin, significantly less colourful with a black suit and blonde hair with a tube and a half of hair gel in it. It looked shiny enough to be able to grease all the pans of the largest restaurant kitchen in all of France.
“Denis.” You greeted as he approached you.
“Long time no see.” He said, gracefully taking your hand. Only for you to quickly turn what would be a hand kiss into a semi awkward handshake.
Denis cleared his throat softly and took in the view. “Looks great.” He said. “Cousin loves it, clearly.” He added, nodding towards the mesmerized woman checking her reflection in one of the disco balls. “We didn’t expect anything less.” He smirked.
“Glad to hear… it is all coming together good so far… no accidents.”
“Yet.” He added, looking towards his cousin. As if on queue a shattering sound echoed through the concrete space.
“Pardon!” She called out awkwardly and stepped over a now shatter disco ball.
“This is why she is a designer and not a seamstress.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. A pretty rude comment for someone who offered her cousin a steady in come when he was job-less and almost homeless… but their family dynamic was none of your business.
“I think it’s for the best you keep an eye on your cousin instead, I was just about to leave too.”
“Even thou I would rather keep my eyes on you madame, I think you might be right.” What an annoying flirt.
“Au revoir Denis.” You said in an as neutral tone you could and turned towards the exit.
“Goodbye darling.”
You let out a deep sigh as you sank back into the car seat. Even though you knew this was just his personality, it bothered you greatly anyway. You sent a text to Taehyung that you were on your way home and started the car, just as it began to rain.
The windshield wipers performed a rhythmical squeak as they swished over the window back and forth, back and forth. While driving you thought back of the time when you told Denis that you were not only in a relationship, but married. With arrogance he simply smirked and said “I don’t care, it has never stopped me before so why would it now.” Clearly ignoring your obvious disinterest. Maybe it was all fun and a joke to him, but it was really getting on your nerves.
The “beep beep” echoed cutely as you locked your car and hurried towards the elevator to get home. Thinking too much about Denis only made you aggravated and you needed your husband to “cleanse” you off his weird vibe and forget about him.
The door unlocked and like an excited puppy your husband sprung to his feet and hurried into the hallway where you were now taking off your shoes. Familiar, warm , strong arms wrapped around you and the soothing scent of him calmed you down immediately.
“My beloved has returned to me” He recited dramatically and kissed your temple, forehead and lips.
“How did your shoot go?” You asked, smiling up at him.
“I looked cool.”
“You always look cool.”
“Eh… sometimes I’m a mess.”
“A hot mess.”
Taehyung paused to consider. But instead of waiting for his response you kissed his sweet pout.
Letting go and stepping back he helped you take your coat off. “You had a long day today.” He said, his way of asking.
“So much prepping for the show, despite it being exciting, I’m starting to look forward for it to be over… and the designer came to stop by today.”
“Was he there too?” Taehyung asked immediately.
“Yes.” You sighed.
“As annoying as always?”
“Very, looking like an overly greased shoe.”
Taehyung chuckled.
“And he tried to kiss my hand… again.”
Taehyung gasped dramatically, his face making an angry pout. “Only I have permission to do that.” He said, taking your hand gently and lifting it to his lips.
“I have written permission and if I must I’ll bring it with me to the show and show him in person.” Taehyung said and pressed a gently kiss on your knuckles.
“Our marriage certificate?”
“Yes.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the visual of him waving the documents in front of Denis’s face.
“I feel like the two rings on my finger should be evidence enough but… he’s sticky.”
“Yucky yucky.”
“Indeed.”
“Come, I’ll get that yucky yucky energy off you. Have you eaten?” Taehyung said and pulled you along by the hand into the bathroom.
“Lunch, a few hours ago.”
“hmm…” He hummed deeply, hands reaching to the hem of your top. “Would you like to eat some ramen?” he asked with a playful smirk, slipping his hand up in under the fabric.
“What flavours do you have at your place?”
“Kim Taehyung flavour. Only.”
“Oh! That’s my favourite one!”
Taehyung broke into a chuckle and lifted your top up and over your head. You reached for his t-shirt, pulling it up and off his lean body before his lips crashed against yours, backing you closer towards the shower.
His kiss was rough but soft, hands unhooking your bra, pulling the straps off your shoulders and dropping it to the tiled floor. You unbuttoned his pants, he pushed down your skirt, boxers pushed down his thighs, panties tugged down by his grip… He leaned down slightly and picked you up. You hooked your legs around him as he backed you up against the cold tiles of the shower wall, refusing to break the kiss. You reached your hand to brush his hair back and grab a hold of it, the other squeezing his shoulder muscle. Taehyung’s hand searched for the knob of the shower and without warning a cold flush of water rained down over both of you.
Instinctively he pressed up firmer against you with a groan in reaction to the cold water. His lips pressed against the side of your neck, planting little love bites to blossom. This was exactly what you needed. Sometimes you thought Taehyung might’ve developed the ability of mind-reading without telling you… that or he just knew you thoroughly well.
As the water temperature began to increase, a thin steam filled the shower. His plump soft lips moved up along your jaw to your ear. In his deep honey voice, he whispered by your ear, words that he knew always made you flustered and giggly.
He leaned back slightly to study your reaction. His hair was soaking wet and brushed back.
“Do you find me attractive?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head.
“Attractive is such an understatement and you know it.” You reassured, pressing your hand to the back of his head to get him back closer. Close enough for you to press your lips back against his.
Taehyung smiled against the kiss, pressing back firmly and sliding his hand up from the back of your thigh to the curve of your glute.
--
The rain was fluctuating a lot the past days, most days began with a clear sky only to then result in a heavy down pour. Not that it was unpleasant, it was just adding to a cosy ambience. With the heavy pattering at the windows, you snuggled up on the sofa with your bowl of ramen.
Taehyung walked out of the bedroom, dressed in pyjama pants a long sleeve black sweater. As he passed behind the sofa, he ruffled the back of your head affectionately and went to grab his own bowl. The sweater fit tighter than most of his clothes, enhancing his broad build and the curves of his shoulders deliciously.
How could he go back to sweet and innocent so fast after only minutes earlier being a sexy moaning mess thrusting into you in the shower… A thought you’d had many a times throughout your relationship. But never would it be a complaint.
Taehyung sat down with his bowl next to you, the pink after-sex blush still present on his cheeks, making him look even more adorable than he already was.
“You’re such a cutie.” You smiled and took a sip of your broth. He smiled shyly.
Once you had finished your ramen and an episode of the show snuggled up together, you got ready for bed. There was something sacred about getting into bed at the end of the day. The habit of it making your muscles relax once you slipped in under the sheets. And with Taehyung shifting closer behind you, spooning you with his arm wrapped snuggly around your waist and his lips pressing gentle kisses to your nape.
--
The day of the grand show had finally come around.
You were woken up by your alarm, shifting and leaning to set it to snooze as you returned to you spot, snuggled up against your husband’s warm chest. With your hand you drew soft gentle strokes up and down his back. A gentler way to be woken up than by a startling alarm.
“Honey?”
“Sweetie?”
“Taehyung?”
“It’s time to wake up.”
He shifted and let out a soft groan.
“Wakey wakey.” You teased, making him crack a smile.
Taehyung had to leave ahead of you in order to get ready with his stylists, you on the other hand got ready in solitude at home. Styling your hair, applying your makeup, and slipping into the dress you’d selected for the event. Lastly you hung your staff badge around your neck and got ready to head to the venue.
Last minute preparations were in full action once you arrived. Backstage the models were being styled and fitted into their looks and the designer was ravaging through it all back and forth inspecting and correcting. Today her neon orange hair was styled into an intricate braid up do and she was wearing a simple black silk slip dress to contrast the hair.
Once you’d made sure everything was in order logistically you headed over to the press entrance area to help register and give out badges to the various journalists and photographers.
At these types of events the press might as well be the VVIP merely for publicity reasons. Now unfortunately they weren’t gifted goody bags or invited to the after-party. (Someone always tried to get in, but the list and security was strict.)
Once all the press had arrived you headed back inside the factory only to stumble upon the greased man in the same suit in the doorway…
“Madame.”
“Denis.”
“Going to plan?”
“Yes.” You said, trying to push past him inside but his hand reached up and grabbed your arm to stop you.
“I saved you a seat next to me.”
“I’m working and so should you be.” You said and pulled your arm free. With all the stress of everything going right and fluidly you did NOT want to deal with Denis arrogant ass right now.
Someone inside likely needed your help, or the press area needed to be reorganized or an extension cord needed to be found…
But everything seemed to be going fine already.
Overlooking the space filling up with people, cameras being set up and waiters serving champagne. You granted yourself the time to take a deep breathe.
As the official press had begun to set up inside, the unofficial press (paparazzi) had set up outside. Multiple cars began to pull up, flashes going off, loud chatter and the occasional voice yelling over the sound for a celebrity to look their way.
All you had left to do now was to be available and easy to locate in case of emergency.
You took a tall glass of water from one of the waiters and found a spot near the backstage entrance overlooking the space. The perfect spot to be found if needed and to spot any mishap. Or launch to catch a falling disco ball before it smashed.
The DJ was playing the type of house music you expect to hear walking into the stores of Prada or Chanel. The service staff were dressed formally, and the crowd was starting to take their seats. Everything was going fine.
The VIP area was also beginning to fill up with a mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Once you laid eyes on the most familiar one among them, your shoulders relaxed.
If Taehyung was here, then everything was genuinely going to be ok even if the building caught on fire.
He was dressed in a 3-piece black silk suit with no shirt and a chunky chain necklace. His hair was styled in a side part, hairs curling and curving to frame his face. Looking absolutely breath taking. Every now and then you caught him looking around while trying to get to his seat. Once he settled, he looked up towards where you stood, and a wide smile spread across his face.
His hand came up for a subtle wave and you waved back.
Playfully, you made an obvious gesture of checking him out from head to toe and began to fan yourself with your staff budge. With his fist by his mouth, mimicking clearing his throat he tried to hide his grin and placed his hands back on his lap.
His eyes gestured from you to his lap, hinting for you to look. Sneakily, his thumb and index were crossed over in a heart in his lap and it was your turn to hide your grin with your fist.
Denis’s voice made the bubble pop. Seeing Taehyung was enough to forget about him even though he was standing beside you… if he kept his mouth shut.
“Go check on your cousin Denis.” You said, disregarding whatever he had said.
“I already have. I’m here to supervise the show with you.”
You tightened your fist in frustration.
“Whatever.” You whispered under your breath. In the same moment the lights dimmed, and the spotlights aimed towards the numerous reflective balls, filling the space with moving spots of light. The space felt like a monochrome disco-rave club, it was amazing seeing it come to life. The excitement of everything coming to fruition formed a new bubble around you and you became fully emersed in the show.
Once each piece of the collection had been showcased, all models walked a final lap together followed by the designer herself waving, bowing, and thanking everyone. The press were almost tackling each other in their area to try and get the best shot of her.
The next rush was about to unfold. As soon as the first model entered behind the curtain there would be a careful and chaotic removal of all the pieces to get them safely back to the headquarters and secured. During all of this, the VIPs and VVIPs would be escorted to the after party, then the models, the staff, and the designer herself. The after party was more like a reception than the after party you’d imagine. The DJ would of course be continuing his gig at the location and more food would be served plus the bar.
As the show ended you had to rush backstage to help the models get to the coach that would take them to the rooftop bar where the after party would unfold. In other words, you had no chance to go with Taehyung. He obviously couldn’t stay behind and wait. His stylist was likely impatiently waiting to get him ready for the after-event.
The pieces were secured and taken back to the HQ, the models had already left for the after party and the staff were assembling to head over as well. The backstage area, with all it’s vanities and mirrors usually became a makeshift changing room post-show for the staff and models to get ready for the after party.
The dress you’d picked out for the event, was selected with the intension of being suitable for both the show and after party, thus you wouldn’t have to stress and sweat backstage… a mistake you’d lived through before that led to your favourite (and expensive) foundation shattering on the floor and getting all over your heels. Heels that Taehyung had gifted you. Glossy black stilettos… forever ruined. And who’s fault was it?...
“Hey, can you give me a ride to the after party?”
Denis…
“Go with your cousin.” You said, turning away from him to count how many people were left in the room. (Not that you needed to know, but anything to avoid him was more important.)
“She left with the models, her car wouldn’t start.”
Of course something always had to go wrong. At least this was minor and didn’t affect the show but… “Of course it did…” You sighed. “Fine.” You weren’t heartless and a taxi likely wouldn’t show up.
--
To: Taehyung
-Leaving the venue now!
From: Taehyung
-Just got changed and ready! Heading to the AP now too.
-Drive carefully <3
You put your phone back in your bag and placed it next to the shoe box in the back of the car and closed the boot with an unintended slam.
As you took a seat behind the wheel, Denis had already begun to fidget with the media screen.
“How do I connect my phone?”
“You don’t.” You said and buckled your seatbelt.
About five minutes into the drive down the makeshift road leading from the venue, Denis finally leaned back and settled for a radio channel he’d already scrolled past 4 times.
“Made up your mind?”
“They all play the same music either way.”
For once, you agreed. The radio seemed to have either a limited access to songs or all narrow-minded DJs being paid to play whatever was on the top list (4 years ago).
As the song came to an “end”, interrupted by the voice of the host mid-song. A familiar beat began to play under their voice, introducing the next song. Your hands gripped the wheel a little tighter, trying to hide your grin as the deep husky vocals of your husband filled the car.
“He seemed more interested in you than the fashion show.” Denis suddenly said.
“And you seemed more interested in him.”
Denis rolled his eyes. “He’s good looking, I’ll give him that.”
“How generous of you.”
“I know, I can be generous too you know. You’d know if you ever welcomed my generosity.”
“Your definition of generosity is different from mine Denis.”
“Many people would love to have my attention you know.”
Except me. You thought.
“If you’re going to flirt with me, I’m kicking you out of my car. Enjoy the music instead.”
“Are you a fan?”
“Yes.” You smiled. “A huge fan, actually. I have all his albums.”
“I better keep you away from him then.”
“Again, Denis. I am married.”
“So? You never talk about your husband, I don’t even know his name.”
“Why do you need to know?”
“To see if I’m better than him.”
You sighed. Please let this drive be over soon.
--
After surviving 10 more minutes of Denis self-promoting his own music “career” (creating Spotify playlists) you finally pulled up to the valet outside the venue.
You quickly retrieved your bag and changed from your comfy shoes into the black stilettos you’d kept in the shoe box in the boot. Seeing how upset you’d become over your foundation-stained stilettos, Taehyung had gone out and purchased a pair of brand-new ones without hesitation or asking the day after the incident. This was how he first came to know about Denis. Since then, you’d told Taehyung whenever he bothered you. Mostly because Taehyung always managed to cheer you up and make you forget about him.
Prio 1, get away from Denis. Prio 1.5, find Taehyung.
A vintage-rich elevator looking straight out of the Gatsby-era took you to the top floor of the building. You tried to urge Denis ahead by going to the bathroom only to find that he waited for you like an obedient puppy for its owner, tied to a lamp post. You’d gladly duct tape Denis to a lamppost if you had the chance.
The elevator dinged, opening to a wave of music and a foyer with two security guards. Before entering the building you were ID checked and cross checked with the list of invites. One guard polite held the door open for the two of you to enter out on the rooftop.
Fairy lights in various colours were hanging around the bar area, people were scattered around the roof top, mingling, dancing, eating. (Or all three.)
Your eyes immediately began looking for Taehyung.
“You want a drink?” Denis asked, leaning in slightly to over-voice the music.
“Rosé please.”
Denis winked. Making your gut twist in discomfort. “Coming right up, don’t go anywhere.” He said, the opposite of what you had planned.
As Denis headed towards the bar, you walked deeper into the crowd of people, looking for Taehyung. When you spotted him in the distance, your gut twisted in a completely different manner. Butterflies erupting within and a smile spreading over your face.
He was leaning back against the glass fencing wrapping around the roof top, on the other side of the cluster of people. Dressed in high waisted black slacks, a tucked in mesh top and an oversized black sequin blazer. The chunky chain was replaced by a giant star stud in his left ear.
In one hand, he held a tall glass of wine. In the other a tall glass of your favourite beverage, reserved for you. As Taehyung caught the sight of you, he stood up straight, smile widening.
“There she is.” He grinned, handing you the glass. “Do you come here often?” Taehyung asked playfully and licked across his lower lip out of habit.
“This is my first time here, actually.” You took a step closer towards him.
Taehyung’s eyes travelled down your body, to your heels and back. With another step, he closed the space between you and leaned down by your ear. “You’re coming home with me.” He whispered, slipping his hand up over your hip. A familiar touch so comforting.
You let out a soft chuckle. “We can take my car.”
“How convenient!” Taehyung giggled, his smile making his cheeks look extra full as he leaned back from your ear. He tilted his face slightly, lifting his hand from your hip to come to your cheek… his soft plump lips parted ever so slightly, gaze becoming softer as he leaned in.
But the moment was abruptly interrupted as a hand pulled at your shoulder from behind, parting you from Taehyung. He bit the inside of his cheek and his brows furrowed into a frown.
“I need your credit card so I can pay.” Denis said, holding his hand out as if you’d pull it out of thin air and hand it to him. You knew he would never buy you a drink, he was asking to buy himself one and go get yours as a “generous” thank you gesture.
“I already have a drink.” You smiled, holding up your glass.
“I don’t.”
“Sounds like a you-problem.” Taehyung added and took a sip of his glass.
Denis eyes widened slightly as he noticed Taehyung. Seeing them both next to each other you realized how Taehyung almost towered above him.
“You already located him? That’s impressive.” Denis scoffed. ”Sorry, I told her to stay where she was so she wouldn’t bother you.”
“I’m not bothered. I’m enjoying her company a lot.” Taehyung said with a straight face and aimed a smirk towards you.
Denis grabbed your arm and Taehyung’s smile immediately fell. He tugged, trying to get you to go with him. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t bother you again. Come now, leave him alone.” Denis tugged again put you pulled your arm out of his grip.
“Excuse me, but who are you?” Taehyung asked.
Denis looked at you.
“He’s asking you.” You clarified.
“Denis. And this is-“
“I know who she is.” Taehyung interrupted and reached a hand to your face. With a gentle touch he moved with the intention of moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. But Denis hand came out, holding Taehyung’s wrist to halt his motion.
You could tell Taehyung was reaching his limit as he inhaled deeply and bit his lip.
“She’s married.” Denis said, wording it like a threat as if you were married to Denis himself.
Taehyung yanked his hand free from Denis’s grip, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you firmly against him. Leaning down, Taehyung slipped his tongue into your mouth. Immediately, you met his lips, lacing your free hand into his hair. The taste of his mouth was something you’d longed for all day, his touch, his hold… Just Taehyung. A sample of him was never enough… and displaying his love for you like this… was arousing, more arousing than you’d want to admit.
Taehyung pulled away, flashing a hint of his own arousal in his gaze before he turned to Denis.
“I know. I’m her husband.” He said sternly. “And you don’t fucking touch her, or me. Understood?” Taehyung said, holding you tightly against him still.
You could tell Denis was flustered, anyone could, despite his attempt to hide it.
“I need a drink” He muttered.
Taehyung placed his glass down on a nearby table and took your hand in his. Without a word he pulled you along with him through the crowd. You managed to quickly set your own glass down at a table you passed by before reaching the door back into foyer.
The elevator dinged as it arrived, and you stepped in. Taehyung looked… pissed. Pissed was the right word. He was breathing deeply, biting the inside of his cheek to contain himself.
You got in the car once the valet had brought it to you. Sitting behind the wheel with a deep sigh, you looked over at Taehyung as he buckled his seatbelt.
“Are you ok baby?” You asked gently.
“No.” He said and brushed his hair back with his hand. “Why didn’t you tell him that I’m your husband?”
“I told him numerous times that I’m married.”
“But not that I’m your husband.”
“It’s none of his business who I’m married to… and knowing him, if he knew he’d probably just start talking down about you to me and I don’t want that.”
Taehyung sighed. You could tell he felt hurt.
“I think the best way of telling him was showing him after all. Maybe he wouldn’t have believed me if I simply said it. And he’ll surely shut up now when you humiliated him… which was very sexy of you. Just saying.” You said, eyes focusing on the traffic.
“It’s just… the way he grabbed my wrist to stop me from touching you. My own wife!? I wanted to throw him off the roof. I felt… I felt violated!”
“What makes it worse is that one the way there in the car-“
“You went together in the car?” Taehyung asked.
“He claimed the designer’s car broke down and she left without him.”
“Bet that was a lie.” Taehyung scoffed.
“What do you mean?”
“I saw the way he was looking at you during the show… I should’ve thrown him off the roof while I had the chance. So, what did he do in the car?”
“Your song came on and he asked if I was fan, I said yes of course and he started talking about keeping me away from you because he saw how you stared at me during the show… ironically.”
“I was admiring my wife.” He muttered. “But stopping me from touching you…” He shook his head in disbelief. “Ha. The only one, sole one that gets to decide when, how or if I get to touch my wife, is my wife.”
“I don’t appreciate him trespassing on your territory, honestly.” You added, earning a soft snort from Taehyung.
He looked over at you and drew a gentle touch with his fingers down your arm. “My territory” He repeated. “Mine.”
Finally, you arrived back home. Parking the car in your reserved spot and opened the car door to step out. Taehyung, holding your bag, had already made it out of the vehicle. His eyes widened slightly as you stepped out and closed the door behind you.
“You drove in stilettos?”
“Yes? We were in a rush I couldn’t bother to swap back into my sneakers.”
The corner of his mouth curved, gazing down still. “Impressive.” He stated and held out his hand for you.
Back in the apartment, Taehyung proceeded with what had become a tradition when you wore heels. Sitting on the bench in the hallway, he was kneeled before you gently slipping the glossy black shoes off your feet one at the time. His large palm caressing the back of your heel, along the outer side of your foot and under it. Causing a faint tickle.
“There we go.” He said gently, looking back up at you. His eyes were big. But his expression quickly changed into something else. He swallowed, gazing at your knees instead. His hands came up over your knees, caressing. Without warning, he pushed your thighs apart wide, sending a shock wave through your veins. Your heart began to pound.
Taehyung looked back up again, leaning in further.
“I want to reclaim my territory.”
You swallowed.
Taehyung stood back up, appearing even taller than usual from your seated position. With ease, he bent forward slightly, slipping his hands in under your thighs and picking you up. Your arms quickly reached around his neck for balance. He carried you into the bedroom, gently placing you back down on the edge of the bed.
The sexual tension made it all more arousing.
He stood between your legs, reaching for the sequin blazer, and slipping it off his sculpted shoulders. Unbothered, he let it fall to the floor behind him. Your breaths became longer and fuller. Taehyung’s slender fingers gripped the mesh of his top, pulling it out of the hem of his pants and off his head. The teasing shielded view of his defined chest coming into full view. It joined the blazer on the floor. His gaze never leaving you.
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, letting them fall. His thumbs slipped into the hem of his underwear, tugging them down over his hips.
“Touch me.” He pleaded, sounding almost like a whimper.
Despite Taehyung being generally confident, he had moments and days when he felt unsure. Standing in front of you, exposed and vulnerable in this very moment could be taken as a display of confidence. A request for pleasure. But knowing Taehyung, after the many years of friendship, dating and what became marriage… You knew that this was Taehyung’s way of asking for reassurance.
He wanted to hear you call him beautiful, wanted to feel your touch on his body like wordless praise. He wanted to see, feel, hear how much you wanted him, adored him. He wanted to experience you, the way only he could. The way only he was allowed to.
You reached your hand up, brushing your finger through his thick black hair. His eyes fell half-shut in response to the tingling sensation and he let out a deep exhale, almost as if relieved.
Your hand continued down his face, stroking his smooth cheek with the back of your hand, tracing down his jaw and tickling your fingertips down his throat. He broke into a smile.
“Feel good?”
Taehyung nodded.
Curling your fingers slightly, making contact with your nails to the skin right above his chest, you began a slow voyage down his torso. The gentle scratch made him shiver. The curve of his throat moved as he swallowed, goosebumps rising over his skin, a tingle down his spine and hardened nipples.
“How did you escape the art museum?” You asked, admiring him with your hands.
Seeing his reaction to your touch was almost half the pleasure. The anticipation building up as you reached further and further down. His tongue swiping over his bottom lip, the bite on the inside of his cheek. Eyes closed, imagining what could come next.
“I jumped out the window and ran.” He said and let out his trademark giggle.
His chest was moving in a faster rhythm as you passed his waistline. The anticipation becoming unbearable.
Seeing him like always made you want to treat him with the most delicate touch and care. Taehyung let out an unsteady inhale as you parted your hands to go down the front of his thighs. With a gentle touch, you ran a hand up along his hard dick. The longed-for touch causing him to hum and lean his head back.
You leaned forward, taking him in your mouth. His hand landed on your head, more to support his balance as you sucked him off. A moment later, his fingers began to soothingly rake through your hair, scratching your scalp. A touch so heavenly and relaxing. The same touch by other hands would never have the same effect or feel as Taehyung’s.
Soft deep moans of pleasure escaped him and you could tell it was becoming harder for him to remain still. You allowed him to slip out of your mouth, licking over the tip one final time before sitting back up.
Taehyung’s cheeks wore a deep pink flush, his eyes gazing down into yours. His hands fells to your shoulders, pushing you down on the bed with a wide eager grin. He crawled up on top of you as you moved further up the bed. Soft plump lips crashed against yours, fingers pushing up the fabric of your dress, slipping the straps off your shoulders… The dress was discarded onto the floor. Your bra straps were slipped off your shoulders, bra unhooked and pulled off. Almost immediately his hands cupped your breasts, lips latching onto one of your nipples as he squeezed and felt.
His patience was running low, greed taking over. His left hand travelled down along your side and slipped in beneath the hem of your panties. His lips abandoned your nipple, relocating to the side of your neck. His lips making sure to leave a trace behind…
Another hum escaped him as his fingers slid in between your lower lips, feeling reassured by how you’d become wet for him. Earning you a soft nuzzle against the neck.
With care he gently pushed a finger into you, curling it the way he knew would drive you insane.
Turning your face to the side, you meet his eyes. His big dark brown eyes studying your reactions to his fingers intently. “Does it feel good?” He whispered, earning a nod in response. He slipped in another finger carefully, working to warm you up. With gentle scissoring motions he made you even more wet. “Your moans are like music to me.” He confessed, for not the first time. “Music that only you get to hear.” You added, making him blush a little deeper with a grin.
With that, Taehyung withdrew his fingers and slipped your panties down and off your legs. He climbed back up on top of you, spreading your thighs for him. Without warning, he leaned down, surprising you with a firm kiss against your aching clit. The start of a trail as he placed the next kiss against your lower abdomen and moved up, placing a kiss as often as possible. Kissing up between your breasts, up your throat, chin and reaching the final destination, your lips. He slipped his tongue in, tenderly caressing your own as his hand pushed your thigh a little further apart.
Reaching for himself, he positioned his tip to your entrance and pushed his hips towards you. Slipping in carefully and slowly, allowing you to feel the filling sensation and stretch as he moved deeper and deeper. A groan escaped his lips, falling for his own pleasure. The feeling of being deeply embraced, squeezed tight. His words from the many times before would always come back… the way you felt so soft and warm to him, so comforting but at the same time so needy for him, so craving…
Your arms wrapped around him, hands resting against his toned broad back as he pushed in all the way. “Ah, fuck… fuck this feels so good.” He confessed, pushing his hips up against you even firmer.
He picked up a deep gentle rhythm and parted from your lips. Finding his way back to the side of your neck again. His favourite place to settle, able to hear your every moan and whisper confessions in your ear.
The way he knew your body never failed to amaze you, he knew exactly how to move, when and what you needed. Words were no longer needed between you, he was fluent in the language of your body. He knew what you needed, what you wanted. The rewards of long-term loyalty.
“Of all the art I’ve collected… you’re my most treasured piece.” He whispered. “They’re all worthless compared to you.”
Your nails dug into his back, causing him to inhale sharply. “I love when you do that.” He groaned. “Harder. Scratch me.” He begged. Unable to resist his wishes you scratched your nails down his back, earning a long deep moan from your husband, his face scrunched in pleasure. His hips were moving at a faster rhythm, pushing his endurance to perform. But you had other plans.
Pushing your hands against his strong shoulder muscles. “Get on your back.” You said, breathing heavily. Taehyung swallowed.
He wrapped his arms in under you, holding you against him as he rolled over to not slip out. Any second was a second too long… especially when you were so close.
You slipped your hands to his chest to push yourself up to ride him, but Taehyung’s grip tightened around you. “No.” He panted, squeezing you tighter against his chest and thrusting up. “Mine.” He asserted, one hand grabbing your ass and the other pressed against your back. You gave in to him and nestled your face into his neck, latching on to the skin of his thick neck, marking your own territory in return, well aware how dangerous this was to do to Taehyung. A deep moan escaped him, and his entire body squirmed beneath you. His neck was so sensitive and the mere thought of you giving him a love bite got him off more than anything. Your name left his lips followed by a groan and a “please”, “I love you so much”, “Yes”. The more he responded, the harder you went at his neck, peppering him with kisses and sucking at the skin. Turning him into an absolute mess beneath you.
To the point where you couldn’t take it much more. Your head fell to his shoulder, his bottom lip between his teeth. The pleasure becoming too overwhelming as is took over. You slipped a hand into his hair, grabbing it gently for comfort. His arms squeezed tighter, skin glistening from sweat. With another deep thrust he came, along with what sounded like a mix between a groan and a whimper. His hands gripped firmly, holding you still as he buried himself deep, just in time for your own shaking release. The tension in your body immediately left as you felt your senses give in to the pulsing pleasure within and you fell heavy on top of him. Both of you equally desperate to catch your breaths. After a brief moment of recovery, Taehyung’s hand began to caress your back up and down softly, reminding you of the safety in his arms.
“You always feel so good.” You whispered softly, snuggling into him.
He smiled.
Another moment passed and he carefully slipped out once you’d calmed down. Rolling over onto your side, you were able to snuggle up a lot more comfortably. With your head to his chest and his arm around you, holding you securely against his warm body.
Listening to his racing heart begin to calm down you felt a soft kiss on top of your head. You looked up at him and he meet your gaze with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Yes?” he said playfully, brushing a hand over your hair.
“I love you.”
His smile became even fonder, the deep flush of his cheeks making him appear shy and flustered. He was truly glowing.
“I love you too.”