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back to you (part 11)

word count: 18k

angst, fluff, smut 

(part 10) (series masterlist)

the next day, you did everything in your power not to sound suspicious when you spoke to your best friend.

act as if you hadn’t had one of the most mentally and emotionally draining nights of your life last night, finally, finally seeing with your own eyes why you got the warnings you did about the man you fell so foolishly for. 

you had to act like you haven’t been moping around in your room pathetically all day dealing with this revelation, mind racing with thoughts that have made you cry into your pillow far too many times. 

like you don’t deserve to be hit with “i told you so,” over and over again, having no one to blame but yourself for trusting a man like san. 

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Bright Light Nights

In which you go to the county fair with your best friend

warnings: fluff, suggestive dialogue, smut. 

category: Best friend!Taehyung best friends to lovers

The bright lights of the park catch your eyes while your sneakers hit the pavement in firm thuds as you search the perimeter for your best friend that you had not seen in four years due to the both of you moving to pursue different paths in different universities. That did not stop the two of you from catching up with one another through text and video chat although it did not bring the same feeling of that warmth radiated off of him when he was near you. No matter the people you met while you were away from him you always found yourself comparing them to him.

You are full on panting when you stop in the middle of a walkway when van clad feet step in front of yours and you look up habitually to apologize for blocking the stranger's way around but wavy strands that lay on the man’s tanned skin reveal his identity all too quickly and before you know it you are throwing yourself into Taehyung’s arms.

“Tae! Holy shit I was looking everywhere for you.” You pull away for a moment to look up at his features that form the most familiar smile you will ever know.

“Holy shit your hair.” He says through a laugh.

“Oh yeah I got it done today.”

“It’s so good on you.”

You are silent for a moment before you tug on his arm to walk him over to a line for the ferris wheel.

“How long since you’ve been on one of these huh?”

“A long while. You not afraid of heights anymore?” He smirks down at you, as you roll your eyes.

“We’re not twelve anymore, Tae.” You quip.

The line moves quickly and Taehyung’s hands are helping you onto the ride before he hoists himself on next to you. He wastes no time before his fingers intertwine with yours which has you looking at him questioningly; not that he needs a reason to hold your hand but it’s comedic to poke at his affectionate gesture.

“I still like holding your hand on rides, even if we aren’t twelve, honey.”

Your heart feels like it jumps at his words but you shake it off with a nonchalant laugh, bringing both of your hands on to your lap. He laughs back at you as the ride begins to move slowly and you feel like you are about to somehow fall off to your death.  A gasp falls from your lips before you can stop it and you are nearly sliding out of your seat when Taehyung’s stray hand finds your waist with a firm hold you didn't know you craved until now. Your eyes are on the placement of his hand before you meet his with your still bewildered expression. You always knew he was a handsome boy; even when you were kids you would tell him how he would grow to resemble a prince and would surely find the prettiest princess and here you were proven correct as you stared at him, mouth agape. His dark hair, chiseled jaw and perfectly sloped nose. God, little you knew what she was talking about.

“You with me?”

You nod slowly, “Yeah. I guess I’m still scared after all.”

He laughs at your faltering lie.

“That’s what I’m here for. Now, tell me. Anything new you wanna fill me in on?”

He’s successful in sparking the conversational streak in you as you fill him in your family drama, leaving none of it out because there’s no need to with him. He knew most of the drama that weighed you down and how you acted like you didn’t care when it really meant the world to you, but he was happy that you were able to detach yourself from the environment through your achievements you worked yourself to the bone for. You truly inspired him to be his best self. He thinks you perfectly encapsulate the true meaning of what it means to be beautiful in every sense of the word. The only word he could use to describe how he felt when he looked at you was wonder since he never grew tired of interacting with you. Maybe the universe made the two of you go separate paths because it knew you would find each other again.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You squeal, playfully shoving him. His head shakes at your words that bring him back to.

“You just look different is all.” His voice comes out huskier than he wants it to, making him break eye contact for a second.

“In a bad way or?” You pout.

“No, of course not you look beautiful, honey.”

You squint at him incredulously.

“Mmhm. I want cotton candy, come.” You tug him off of the ride as it comes to a stop at your convenience. He complies, following you to a booth that sells exactly what you want as you let go of his hand to retrieve a few dollar bills from your purse. He frowns deeply, grabbing the bills from your hand quickly.

“Hey!” You protest, reaching for the money that he puts above his head.

“Tae please-” You peer at him with wide eyes as you implore shamelessly.

Your chest is pressed against his abdomen when he brings his hand down as you try to reach for the bills but he denies you once again before his hand that holds your money in it slides down your back languidly, placing the bills into your back pocket.

“You’ll get your candy, baby.”

He swiftly pulls his wallet out  after pulling away from you, takes out a few bills, asking the clerk for what you want while slipping in an order of fries for himself. The clerk hands him the items and the two of you find a bench to sit on. You pick at your confectionery while he eats his fries and you become too aware of the clenching of his jaw.

“You’ve gotten awfully affectionate.” You comment as your head lays on his shoulder.

“I’ve always been this way. I think you just noticed now.”

You giggle with a mouthful of cotton candy, deciding to switch gears.

“How’s school?” You inquire, peering up at him as he turns his head to look at you.

He attended a photography program for two years and left to Paris for an assignment he got accepted to; occasionally sending you photos of the eiffel tower as you sent back how jealous you were that he was given the opportunity to visit a place of such beautiful architecture but it is bound to happen when you possess the talent Tae did.

“It’s good-busy- but good.”

You nod.

As the time runs and you convince the boy to go on many rides with you before he’s leading you over to his car to show you something as your impatience has you begging for him to tell you what it is. You climb into the passenger like he instructs you to; watching him climb in the driver's seat before rummaging his fingers through the bag he pulled from the backseat. Your eyes catch sight of a polaroid camera that he uses to take a picture of you laughing. The device prints the photo out immediately and Taehyung’s quick hand takes it, shaking it vigorously before laying it on the dash to develop.

“My professor told me in art appreciation class that ‘we must stop waiting for the right moment to capture our subject’ and ‘there’s no better time than when they’re unaware that they are being captured’,”

You scoff, gently taking the camera from his large hands finding the button and tugging him towards you so your cheeks press together. Giggles come from Taehyung and you are quick to tease him about it with surprised eyes.

“Was that a giggle?” You exclaim.

“You make me laugh and I’ve had a lot of sugar so-”

Your eyes on him are what makes him pause mid-sentence. Silently staring back at you with ambiguity for what feels like an eternity and two seconds all at once. Smiling back at him sweetly you clear your throat to break the comfortable silence.

“The stars are so bright tonight.” Slowly gazing at the sky now through the tinted windows of his truck. He follows your line of sight.

“And that’s where this comes in.” Taehyung’s finger presses a button that makes the top slide open making you gasp in wonder before you pat his arm in excitement.

“Holy shit-come watch with me.”

Taehyung is complying with your request and pulling you up so you’re standing in front of him with your neck craned towards nature’s ceiling while your best friend’s chest is pressed to your back. Arms wrap around you firmly, catching you off guard but you don’t dare acknowledge it when this will all be gone in a flash and he’ll be driving off back to his grandiose life that he’s cultivated for himself and you’ll be running off to yours.

“I’ve missed this.” He says slowly, resting his chin gently atop your head.

“What do you mean?”

He tries to calculate his words before he utters them.

“I miss being able to touch you,” His fingers intertwine with yours while you felt the beat of your heart pick up in your chest.

“I’ve missed that too.”  You whisper through the quiet parking lot.

Soon you are sitting back inside with the top closed. Unable to remember how you ended up in your best friend’s lap with your head resting on his chest as you allow the thumping of his heart to lull you to a nearly lethargic state. The stroking of his hand on your arm doesn’t help your case either.

“Do you think we’d still be friends if we went to the same school?”

You weren’t a huge fanatic of the hypotheticals but you saw good reason in his question. The distance surely did make your soft spot grow for him but you hated how far apart the two of you were after growing up and immaturely planning out your lives together as the line between platonic and romantic gradually faded.

“I don’t like to think about how things would be if they were different because you know I believe that I am where I should be and so are you.” You look up at him, feeling his breath on your face.

Nodding at your words and silently agreeing, he’s met with the sight of your soft eyes peering at him. You prop yourself up on his arm and gesture to one of the polaroids laid out on his dash.

“Now, I’m definitely going home with this one.”

Taehyung scoffs, taking the photo from your hand that shows the two of your faces squished together; the smiles you managed to construct shining through successfully.

“My camera, my photos.” He’s playfully pouting to get a reaction out of you and you are quick to fall for it. Hours speed by while you talk about everything and nothing while alternating between wanting the top open or closed. Silence overcomes the atmosphere again and you look up to check if he’s fallen asleep since the slow rise and fall of his chest gave it away. His eyes are glued shut; dark lashes ghosting above his cheeks while his pink lips are lazily pouted. Your index finger goes to lay upon the supple skin and before you can register your act his eyes fall open slowly but you can’t find it in you to care as you still let your finger land on the supple skin before he gets the chance to glide his tongue against it.

“Hi.”

His eyes are dark and sleepy but you can’t fight the thought that your lips should be on his right now. No matter how soon he’s set to leave and go back to school to all his french hookups; you had him right now and it was only right you savored the remaining moments you had left with him. You inch towards him until your lips touch, letting your eyes flutter shut as you feel his once tensed body relax against you. It’s a sweet kiss, immature in the way that neither of you try to get hasty in your motions. You feel like you’re back in high school again with the way your stomach feels like it’s floating. Pulling away from him slowly, you gaze at him trying to gauge his emotions but his face is hardened and stoic as you immediately feel sorry for not asking first.

“I’m sorry. Oh my god I’m so fucking sorry.”

You  go to climb off of him and sit in the furthest corner to give him his personal space when he keeps his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Hey, no it’s okay-”

You pause your movements.

“I was too scared to kiss you so I'm glad you helped me out.” He grins, covering your cheek with his hand as he goes to pull your face closer to his again into a more heated kiss than the timid one you initiated. It’s everything and nothing as you open your mouth to allow his tongue entrance and you wish it was possible for you to inject him into your veins because you love this feeling way too much and you have craved it for too fucking long. The heat from his touch travels between your legs as you reposition yourself to straddle him without leaving his lips astray in fear that if you stop he might just disappear and you’ll be left with no proof that he was ever here.

“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.” He pants between kisses as his hands trail down to your waist while your fingers fiddle with the hem of his shirt before tugging it off of him with the help of him raising his arms.

“I want you too.” You utter shakily, gliding your acrylics on his bare, tanned skin to which he groans giving you what you need to grind your clothed heat against his jean clad length.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He moans, kissing at your neck to trail his way down to your collarbone.

His hands are all over you and you nearly hyperventilate at the sensation of him on you. He’s barely touched you and you’re ready to submit to whatever he commands. He pulls off your shirt swiftly before palming your breasts through the black lace of your bra to stare at you in awe.

“I- I promise this doesn’t change anything- you’re still my best friend.” He pants while pulling down your bra and sucking at your pert nipples while you are gasping and trying not to scream from how good he’s making you feel.

“Is it bad if it does?” You exhale out as your bottom lip grazes against his lip in a lazy kiss. Your jeans are tugged down onto the floor somewhere as the lights from the festivities outside the windows illuminate his sharp features and it nearly makes tears sting your eyes because this won’t be enough for you. It’ll soon be a distant memory when you get home tomorrow and you can’t allow yourself to be selfish enough to ask him to drop everything for you; little and familiar you. Your eager and wandering hands grab his bare length and begin to pump at a comfortable pace that has him biting at your shoulder.

“Fuck. Right there.”

His words edge you on and you pull away to spit on your palm before palming at his veiny shaft.

“Want your mouth.” Taehyung groans.

Your jaw goes slack at his words and the pace of your hand slows as you look up at him when he pushes the hair out of your face before nibbling at the swole of your bottom lip.

“Will you let me fuck your pretty mouth baby?”

His thumb rests against your plush lips as his large hand holds your cheek when he instructs you to open your mouth and you oblige, wrapping your lips around his thumb to hollow your cheeks all while keeping your eyes on him. Positioning yourself between his legs you poke out the tip of your tongue to tease at his slit to which he mutters profanities encouraging you to continue as you wrap your lips around his length and began bobbing your head while your hand caresses the inches that you can’t fit in your mouth. His hips rut involuntarily and you gag as his tip touches the back of your throat; eyes forming tears but you allow your jaw to go slack so he can use your mouth the way he wants.

“Oh fuck you’re a masterpiece.”

He thrusts a few more times before pulling you off and gripping either side of your face with his large hand to meet your lips in a sloppy kiss. Still tasting the remnants of his precum on your lips he’s careless as he becomes eager to feel all of you. He’s guiding you to straddle him and before you know it you are flipped on to your back feeling the fabric of the seat against your skin. Taehyung’s thumb rubs at your clit before his lips come in contact with it and you are throwing your head back in pure bliss as whines and praises fall from your lips.  His tongue slithers against you at an overwhelming pace as your thighs tremble and you place your fingers in your mouth to muffle your embarrassing moans when his mouth strays from your center.

“None of that shit. Lemme hear you, baby.”

His free hand moves your fingers from your mouth before he intertwines his fingers with yours before focusing on eating your pussy again while this time you have nothing to drown out your cries.

“Please-please-right there. Fuck!”

The windows fog as your breathing becomes shallow and your body convulses from the ministrations of Taehyung’s mouth that finally lets up when you shudder against him and gently push his head from your heat.

“Tired already?” He teases, wiping your essence off his lips smugly while you struggle to make your vision focus.

“Fuck you.” You blubber out coherently to your surprise.

His lips kiss trails up your neck as you let your nails graze on his back to which he responds with a throaty growl before his lips crash onto yours again as he lets his length rub against your bundle of nerves, making you let out a whimper that you attempted to suppress. Taehyung pulls away to look into your eyes.

“Is this okay?” His voice sends a shiver down your spine and without thinking you press a kiss to his chin.

“Yes. Please fuck me.”

It takes little effort for him to enter you since you are practically dripping with arousal. Your body welcomes him as he starts to deliver slow tantalizing thrusts that have you whining his name. His hands grip at your thighs, further widening your legs allowing him to thrust into you deeper than before. Your lips form a straight line as you try to keep your sounds low as your body betrays you as your breathing comes out shallow.

“Right there p-please.” You whimper, letting your head fall back as his thrusts become rough and sharp making the vehicle rock as your mouth falls open instinctively. His fingertips are gripping onto the meat of your thighs as leverage for him to fuck into you. His name falls from your lips like a prayer when one of his hands leaves your thigh to cradle the back of your head to get your face closer to his all while his lethal thrusts never falter.

“You let anyone else fuck you like this baby?” He asks raspily and you let a moan slip from your throat since your ability to speak is long gone when he’s making you feel this good. His other hand that isn’t cradling your head goes towards your centre as he pulls out suddenly as you whimper at the empty feeling of not having his thickness buried inside of you. His hand comes in contact with your clit before he lifts it and meets the sensitive spot with a smack. You utter a ‘ow’ with a slight moan when he starts fucking you again.

“Answer me.” It takes you a second to remember what he’s talking about as you manage to mewl out your words.

“N-no one.”

You had no time to do any of that with all the work you had to tend to since your friends always tease you about being so uptight because you rarely got laid and perhaps they were onto something.

Taehyung’s forehead glistens with perspiration as he continues his torture on your body and you feel the warmth rising in your tummy as you clench around him eliciting a groan from him. His knuckles are white with the way he’s gripping onto your thigh all while keeping the hand that holds your head up in a gentle hold.

“Tae- I’m gonna.”

“Cum for me, pretty baby.”

Your body convulses and your vision goes white as the feeling of pure euphoria washes over you. You fall limp as Taehyung’s thrusts slow down.

“Hey. You with me?”

His hands cradle your cheeks now as you tiredly nod, giggling at how he has you exhausted after just one round. His arms wrap around you as he flips onto his back making you now straddle him. You squeal at the sudden change to which he laughs meeting your lips in a sweet peck, completely differing from the things you’re letting him do to you right now. The fact that the moment was fleeting when he held you like this; like he was promising forever. A whimper falls from your lips as his hips snap against yours and the tip of his length brushes the deepest part of you. His name falls from your lips like a prayer he brings you to another mind-numbing orgasm and his hips don’t falter as you squeal out in pleasure mixed with overstimulation.

“Fuck-Almost there baby. Where do you want it?” He growls out in his euphoric state as you push against his chest and grind on him as his eyes fall shut and his head falls back. You’re quick to kiss at his glistening skin, lightly gnawing at his skin to leave marks you hope he’ll admire in the morning. Letting your lips brush his ear you almost whisper three words you’ll regret but you’re smart enough to hold back.

“Feel good, daddy?” You giggle as Taehyung chuckles beneath you.

“You did not just call me that.”

“And what if I did?”

His lips meet yours for a moment you swear you would have missed if you blinked. He’s giving you so much while also giving you so little. Gently pulling out of you he reaches for his console where he pulls out wet wipes and begins  wiping at your swollen folds before cleaning himself off and pulling his shirt on while you begin getting dressed along with him. It’s quiet in the foggy car for a good minute when he turns to you.

“Do you wanna go back to mine?”

You nod and he pulls out of the driveway to begin driving down a familiar street that you know is in the nicer part of town since you’re near the beach.

“I’ll have your car dropped off by tomorrow.”

You sheepishly thank him and you don’t know why you suddenly feel so strange around him but you figure it has something to do with the line you two crossed tonight. The apartment is cozy as he opens the door for you to walk through the threshold past him. There’s a couch and a kitchen with a flat-screen hung on the wall.

“Used to house-sit for these folks in high school so they let me stay the week for a fraction of what it usually costs to rent.” He explains.

“Where are they now?”

“Vacation in Greece- C’mon.” Taking your hand, he walks you up the stairs to the master bedroom that has a shower with jets on the wall that allows water to shoot from various angles accompanied by the black granite and elegant lighting.

“Tae-what-” You can’t believe what you’re seeing and his presence is already overwhelming enough. His hand grabs yours, pulling you into him so your face is merely an inch from his.

“What are we doing?” You whisper, searching his wild eyes for the answer.

“Having fun. Like old times.” He replies softly, allowing his lips to graze your plump ones.

The waves in your hair are less exaggerated than before but he finds beauty in the sheen your skin has from what happened in the backseat of his car. He regretted nothing more but waiting until he made a life elsewhere without you in the picture and now that he had this moment he would relish it till there was nothing left. Pressing a kiss of confirmation to your lips he pulls you past the threshold of the bathroom and pulls his shirt off swiftly.

“Pee while I wash up.”

Your eyes watch him incredulously.

“What? It’s good for you since-”

Your cackle cuts him off as you shove him. “Stop talking please. I’ll pee after you get in.” A smirk decorates his features while he pushes the button to turn on the shower. The boy completely strips himself of clothing as you squeal and cover your eyes sheepishly. The hot temperature causes the pane to fog as he enters and you stand stationed by the sink as you watch the glass door intently.

“Don’t look.” You exclaim when you notice his form about to turn.

“I can’t even if I wanted to, there's water shooting into my eyes right now!” He says animatedly while you carry on with your business. You strip from your clothes and find a white robe in one of the many closets in the room when you hear your best friend shout for you.

“I’m here. Did you fix the shower?” You smile.

“Yeah. Come shower with me.”

You remain silent. Thinking about the proposal momentarily and when you open your mouth to respond, Taehyung's head is already peeking from behind the glass door, hair dripping onto the floor, eyes low and fixed on you. Your form inches towards him as he pulls a string of the robe to leave it open as you shrug it off and step into the hot shower immediately turning to face the spout and drench your face in the hot water. Taehyung’s presence is far from forgotten as you try your best to carry out your actions under his piercing gaze. Plush lips meet the skin of your neck making you tilt your head to make it easier for him.

“Turn around.” His deep voice commands and you follow suit but for some reason your gaze stays on the tiles of the floor; scared to meet his eyes and ensure that you didn’t dream all of this up in your head. A hand grabs your chin to tilt your doe eyes into his line of sight and suddenly you forget where your fear stemmed from. This wasn’t a random hookup with someone you had no type of connection with but it was Taehyung. The Taehyung who always showed up to your parties when no one did, the one who encouraged you to leave the small town you grew up in despite what others thought. He had yet to disappoint you in any way; it’s like it is against his nature to cause you any harm. Why would he start now? His arm reaches behind you slowly and you realize a rag is in his hands before he begins cleaning you off all while keeping a comforting eye contact with you when you giggle at the scenario. You allow him to wash the rest of your body before you two step out and cover yourselves in the white robes in the closet. He pulls you to the bed looking at you intently as your eyes find him.

“Come here.” He beckons you over to sit on his lap. You slowly respond to his command by straddling him with your hands awkwardly folded in your lap. Taehyung's hands find yours and place them on his tanned chest.

“You gettin shy with me now?”

You grin, “No. Just didn’t know if you wanted my hands on you.”

“I always want your hands on me.”

Your right hand goes to his face and your thumb caresses his cheek tenderly. It’s still slightly flushed from the steaming shower but soft on your skin. He gives in to your touch, kissing the palm of your hand as you smile back at him.

“I think I'm in love with you.” He says softly in fear of scaring you away.

Your stomach feels like you have reached the top of a rollercoaster and you are watching as you are about to fall to your doom. What you feel for Taehyung is scary and you never had the strength to face it but you always knew you needed him more than you wanted him.

“I wish I was as brave as you. I have bitten my tongue and held back so many thoughts of you; thoughts of us.”

A wave of newfound emotion arises in you as your eyes become glossy.

“I love you too.”

using this so I don't drop out 

an encouraging message from our mochi 💜

Cipher

kim taehyung is a man cursed to aimlessly wander the earth, gifted with supernatural powers that he can use to sense others’ futures, while his own remains a mystery. he’s sentenced to this dismal life until he finds the one whose fate is intricately entwined with his own. he’s tall - dark - handsome. and he’s currently running a special on palm readings. (first one comes free!)

→ Pairing: fortune teller!Taehyung x reader

→ word count: 14.1k

→ warnings/tags: SFW, supernatural au, folklore (do ya’ll know the story of the Pied Piper??) another retelling of Peter Pan and Wendy I suppose, some stalkerish activity, breaking into people apartments is never ok

→ a/n: hi, it’s me. This lil bby has been my main focus for MONTHS (and I mean literal months, like since NOVEMBER) so hallelujah this is up, may you all enjoy. As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts! Thank you for your everlasting patience and love! Happy reading!

also, be sure to check out the rest of this collab - these wonderful people are amazing writers! @delacyrose224​ @moon-write​ @btsrunmylife​ @sor-vette​ & @btsroyalwilds​ !! 

First, something odd and entirely inexplainable to note about Kim Taehyung: his shadow is missing.

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