What the hell is taking you so long, Jimin? Taehyung paced, growing more impatient by the second.
After intervening earlier than expected due to the sounds from behind the door, he began to wonder what was taking place between the woman of his dreams and his best friend.
Taehyung had already held his nerve when he heard the remark about Aera being a filthy bitch. The most difficult part was resisting the urge to intervene because he was itching to find out what was unfolding when he heard Jimin scuffle against the floorboards.
When the door finally opened, Taehyung threw himself against the wall, making sure he wasn’t in view, narrowing his eyes when a flustered Jimin appeared. Once Aera’s door was shut, he was all over him like a rash.
‘Filthy bitch?’ Taehyung hissed, taking his arm and pulling him out of the bedroom, not wanting Aera to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Safely on the landing and out of ear shot, Taehyung squared up to Jimin, glaring at the eyes that kept diverting from him to the floor.
‘She’s certainly different!’ Jimin brought his gaze up from the floor when he spoke, but gave no details.
‘Yes, I know that,’ he frowned, needing to know why his friend was acting so sheepish. ‘You didn’t fuck her, did you?’
‘Tae-’ Jimin sighed and grimaced before he could divulge what was bothering him.
‘You fucked her, didn’t you!’ Taehyung jumped in and struggled to keep his voice down. He wanted to rip the band aid off and process the wave of betrayal that crashed through him.
‘I didn’t fuck her, Tae.’ Jimin jammed his hands into his pockets, shut his eyes and leaned against the wall.
‘What happened then?’ Taehyung remained toe-to-toe with a melancholy Jimin, and repeated the words that made his blood boil. ‘Filthy bitch?’
Jimin gnawed on his lip, his jaw clenched as he opened his eyes. ‘I didn’t want to do this,’ he straightened up and stood his ground, ‘you came up with this plan. You dragged me into this fucked up game, and you asked me to go in and act like I wanted to fuck her.’
‘What happened?’ Taehyung growled, knowing he was to blame, but that didn’t stop the jealousy taking over him.
‘You want the detailed account or the short version?’ Jimin mumbled as he gave him a poignant look.
‘Detailed.’ Taehyung shoved a lock of hair from his face and prepared himself for the worst.
‘I tried to intimidate her at first, but she wasn’t fazed in the slightest.’ Taehyung listened intently, waiting for the blow. ‘I know you said she was different, but this woman is something else.’
Taehyung rolled his wrist for him to continue when he stopped talking.
‘I didn’t plan on this, Tae. You know that, don’t you?’ Jimin stalled again, which only increased his apprehension.
Taehyung didn’t hold his friend accountable, although with the pulsing vein on his forehead, he could see why Jimin may have been a little reluctant to spit out the truth.
‘It’s fine, Jimin,’ he gave the man a little space and a reassuring smile.
‘I wanted to make her believe that I wanted her, so I stripped her naked, and then took my own clothes off to kill some time.’ Jimin held his hands up, ’I kept my boxers on, though.’
‘What. Did. She. Do?’ Taehyung enunciated. He knew how unruly Aera could be, and it was obvious that Jimin had lost control of the situation.
‘I knelt over her head, and took her by the hair. I thought being rough was the only way to keep control of her. I tried to intimidate her.’ Jimin hung his head and exhaled loudly. ‘Before I knew it, she had me in her mouth,’ he covered his face with his hand. ‘It happened so fast.’
‘Fuck!’ Taehyung swivelled away, both hands raking through his hair.
‘What did you expect? You’re right, she’s something else and for a moment she had me.’ Jimin came up behind Taehyung, ‘Just like she clearly has you!’
‘But it’s me she wants,’ Taehyung massaged the back of his neck and turned back to the smaller man who placed a hand on his shoulder.
‘She may want you, but it was my dick in her mouth.’ Jimin raised an eyebrow but quickly followed up on his last remark, ‘Too soon. Sorry.’
Taehyung slammed his hand into the wall; the red mist that he’d been repressing was about to engulf him. He knew Jimin was only trying to make light of the situation that he had stupidly thought would give him the upper hand.
‘You did what I asked of you,’ Taehyung assured, patting his arm to let him know that it wasn’t him he was angry with.
‘You may want to go and take my belt out of her mouth,’ Jimin smiled as he slipped under his arm and padded across the landing to his quarters.
Taehyung took a minute to digest what had happened as he walked back to his bedroom. He wasn’t sure if he’d won this round, but to say his plan had backfired was an understatement.
Standing at the other side of Aera’s door, he was unsure how he was going to handle his feelings when he saw her. He’d sent Jimin to her to test her. He wanted Aera to fight him to prove that it was him she wanted. But she hadn’t.
Even though he wasn’t ready to admit it, their connection was spine-tingling. Taehyung had no doubt that Aera had behaved that way to prove a point, but she’d sucked off his best friend, which didn’t sit well with him.
He was considering taking her back down to the slab, he was so pissed. Mainly at himself for not predicting the potential outcome. The woman was a piece of work and he was going to have to up his game or get rid of her.
After composing himself, Taehyung opened the door and walked with a cool demeanour. As Jimin warned, Aera was lying on the bed with a belt wrapped around her mouth. Even though he was seething, the sight made his cock twitch.
He tilted his head and edged closer as she eyed him, her penetrating gaze letting him know what he knew from the start. She wanted him.
‘Happy now?’ he rasped as he sat beside her and rather harshly removed the belt.
‘Was that you who called?’ Aera chirped the second the leather strap was freed from her mouth.
‘Called who?’ Taehyung smirked. ‘Tell me. Are you still gagging for his cock?’
‘You’ve no idea,’ Aera purred, relentless with her teasing remarks.
Taehyung hummed and slipped his hand between her legs to run his fingers through her folds. He was intrigued to know how much fun she’d had with Jimin.
The liar. She was as dry as a poor man’s wallet, which calmed his temper enough to not take her to the basement.
Neither of them spoke as his finger glided in and out of her pussy. It only took a few moments for his digits to feel slick and a crimson blush to appear on her cheeks as she turned her face away for the first time
‘Now, that’s interesting,’ Taehyung drawled as he rubbed her clit, simpering when she released a needy moan. ‘Next time, all you have to do is think about me.’
Leaning over her writhing body, he smugly removed fingers and waited for some witty remark, but the only thing that reached his ears was the sound of her shallow panting.
‘Shower?’ he grinned victoriously.
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