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maybe i do: “remote control” (m).

➵ summary: your husband gets a sweet tip from his best friend jungkook about something new he should try to spice up your sex life. little did you know taehyung would try it out on you at his company’s 75th anniversary, and especially when your jealousy acts up upon meeting one of his old flames. 

↳ part of the maybe i do series!

this drabble can be read as a stand alone, but it is highly recommended to read the series!

➵ pairing: ceo!taehyung x wife!reader

➵ genre: arranged marriage!au, established relationship!au, smut, minor angst, fluff

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 14k

➵ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (only taehyung, wifey’s pregnant!), some arguing, explicit sexual content, dirty but mushy talk, D/s relationship, dom!tae, sub!reader, use of a sex toy, making out, punishment, pussy fondling, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, overstimulation, clit torture, oral (f. receiving), cum play, cum tasting <3

➵ a/n: and the awaited drabble is here!! please excuse the ridiculous word count, i’m attempting to work through writing a sequel for the maybe i do series, so these “drabbles” are just me experimenting with the content! i’ll provide more details when I can heheh <33 thank you endlessly to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!!! i hope you enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated!

“Dude, listen to me. It’s seriously some fun stuff, you should give it a try.” 

“I don’t know, Jungkook. You know I’m not a fan.” 

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tunnel vision | kim taehyung

summary | you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.

warnings | 13k words. college au. barista au. fem!reader, tsundere taehyung if u squint. looks like could kill u but is actually a cinnamon roll taehyung. unrequited love. reader has insecurities. Taehyung is forward and expressive. mentions of toxic friend dynamics. f2l kinda. smut. fluff. protective sex. 69, oral [f and m]. riding. missionary. rough but loving schmut. tae’s got good intentions. soft dirty talk, a lot of foreplay, nipple play, cunnilingus, messy but passionate. reader gives toe curling head. Tae got a big one but that’s just a fact.

song inspo: bff by jesse… ‘she’s your best friend but I can’t help my intentions on you, baby.’ — minus cheating undertones in the song lol

There is something bittersweet about wanting something you probably shouldn’t. Something about the fact it was forbidden or at least felt that way. Maybe you were exaggerating, maybe you weren’t, but finding the guy in front of you attractive doesn’t feel alright.

Not that he isn’t absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous to the point that it should be illegal… no, never that. It’s just, well, now you understand why pretty much everyone around campus is whipped for this guy. It was a small campus but wow did he manage to have everyone wrapped around his finger. The best, or worst, part is that he doesn’t even know it. He could also be acting like he doesn’t realize his affects on people but that only makes him that much more attractive. You’ve never been into the mysterious type—you were too impatient to let them open up. This guy is an entire breed of mystery and coolness yet he had a warm look in his eyes. He didn’t even have any social media and that just made him more aloof and attractive.

Now you understand why one of your friend’s freaked out on you after finding out you’d be working with him. In her own words: “Oh you lucky bitch! You’re gonna work at the same store as Kim Taehyung?”

You were in fact lucky to be in the presence of someone so attractive but that’s the part that felt forbidden. He was almost too attractive. If he’s even the slightest nice to you you’ll crush on him like it’s nobody’s business and that’s a big no no. Why is it a humongous no no? Because your best friend, So Hyun, has the world’s biggest crush on him. Borderline obsessive but honestly that was anyone who has ever seen him in person. You couldn’t possibly tell her he really was attractive because she’d have your head on a stick.

You learned your lesson after stanning the same member in some kpop group, she does not share. If she finds Taehyung even remotely attractive she’s got a crush and boy oh boy is she territorial. At twenty two years old she’s gotta be pretty damn grown to still act that way but hey, she’s your friend. It didn’t bother you that much, you just learned to keep things to yourself. So the fact that you could agree and say Taehyung is as attractive as everyone says, you’re gonna keep it to yourself.

“Tae Tae, don’t be so mean all the time, it really hurts my feelings,” one of your coworkers said suddenly. You were snapped out of your subconscious focusing again on what you’d been doing. You just started a part time job at a cafe bookshop near the University you attended. Most of the employees were college students but that didn’t mean you all attended the same place. You knew Taehyung was a year or two ahead of you and that the girl talking to him went to an entirely different college. It was a fairly decent sized shop that pulled a good flow of people in so it was a fun job. Three of you worked the late shifts but only two would stay to actually close the shop. Today, unfortunately lucky you got to close with Taehyung who seemed to ignore the other girl.

“Don’t you agree Y/n? Isn’t he kinda mean?” The girl, Sia, asked you making you freeze up.

You couldn’t help the clueless expression on your face as you said, “What?” Oh God why was she trying to drag you into this. You’ve barely been working here two weeks and it’s part time so it’s not every evening. This is barely your third shift with Taehyung and you’ve had extremely short conversations.

“Weren’t you supposed to be off five minutes ago?” He asked her suddenly as he read the time on the computer screen. She looked down at it cursing as she hurried to clock out completely forgetting her flirting with Taehyung. Neither one of you said anything as she blabbered on quick goodbyes running out the door leaving you two alone in the empty shop. It was a Thursday so it was pretty slow.

When it was finally you two alone not a word was said on your end. It took him about five minutes of only hearing the music for him to speak up, “You always get quiet when Sia’s here.”

You didn’t respond right away only looking up at him cluelessly again, “What do you mean?”

“Well the last couple of times we’ve worked together we talked but tonight with Sia you weren’t really talking,” he shrugged in response thinking back to the last two times you’ve worked together. Despite still being fairly new you picked up on the store rules quickly and you didn’t pester him nonstop like some of the other female baristas. Not that he needs you to pester him but he just noticed it.

“I can’t keep up with everything she says,” you admitted going back to your filling the machine with fresh espresso beans, “And to be honest I just sort of mind my business and try and get through work so I could go home.”

That last statement made him chuckle in surprise nodding his head in agreement, “Oh. You know that tall girl you’re friends with? The one who came in on your first day?”

“So Hyun?” You asked with peaked curiosity. He nodded crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against the back counter, “She came in the other day looking for you but you weren’t working.”

Yeah you know. She called you after telling you how gorgeous Taehyung looked making a French press with the sleeves of his button up rolled to his elbows. Still, you acted like you didn’t know, “Really? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah she was in here for a while but she didn’t buy anything,” Taehyung went on taking the large bag of beans from you so he could put it away, “I didn’t know you were in Journalism but she said you were.”

You nodded in response climbing down the step ladder and putting it away. Despite this being the third time working with him you still didn’t really know him. All you knew about this guy is what So Hyun has told you. Her crush on him started last year when he was one of the spokespersons for the art club. He’s also pretty well known for his oil paintings that were shown in last year’s Fine Art’s seminar where he won first place for the second time in a row. You’ve definitely heard whispers about him in passing with a group of strangers but you never thought much of them. He seemed to keep to himself and his close circle of friends despite his reputation.

“I’m gonna make myself a macchiato, do you want any?” You asked as you started to take out what you would need. His face scrunched in disgust as he shook his head, “No thanks, isn’t it a little too late for coffee?”

“It’s never too late,” you told him even if the shop was only open until 8:00pm and it was already 7:30. He snickered, “I feel like that’s not true.”

“It’s never too late for me, I need caffeine to survive,” you explained, “Trust me I’m not nice if I don’t have coffee in my system.”

“That doesn’t sound healthy,” he said teasingly as he turned to the drawer filled with tea containers, “I rather drink tea or hot cocoa.”

“Why? Not a fan of coffee?“ you asked taking a cup to pour your drink into. The bell above the door rang as a couple girls came in going straight to the music section. The two of you stopped to greet them before continuing your talk. He shook his head, “No it’s too bitter.”

“But you’re around coffee all the time” you stopped, what were you saying? “Doesn’t the smell bother you?”

He smiled as he finished making his drink letting it sit on the counter, “Not really the smell, I just can’t do strong tasting drinks.”

“Let me guess, you get drunk easily too,” you meant it jokingly but the awkward side eye let you know you were right. You laughed lightly as he nodded, “One beer and I’m drunk.”

Before you could respond the door dinged again and the two of you looked toward it. Your face contorted in a mixture of confusion yet joy as two people walked straight to the counter, “What are you doing here?”

“So Hyun wanted to come,” Hobi said with a shrug of his shoulders as you left the kiosk letting him wrap an arm around you in greeting, “And you’re off soon right? Let’s get drunk.”

“I’m not off till like 8:20,” you told him thinking about all the closing you still had to do after the shop is closed. He made a face, “Give me your key then, we’ll wait at your place.”

With that you went back to the kiosk going straight for your small locker tucked into the side where you grabbed your keys. Taehyung just stood behind quietly staring ahead in no particular direction. His face has turned to stone again, borderline uninterested but you barely paid it any mind. So Hyun glanced to him a couple times before finally speaking up, “What about you? Any plans for the weekend?”

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, “Just gonna stay home.”

“Well that’s no fun, you should go out,” she said batting her eyelashes. You were too busy talking to Hoseok to notice the way his eyes glanced your way for a brief moment. He didn’t give her a verbal response, simply nodded in agreement and turned away to get busy with something else. Once they had the keys to your apartment they left together leaving you alone with Taehyung again and the two girls still looking at albums.

“Is that your boyfriend?” He asked now that it was just you two. You turned to him, “He’s just a friend. I’ve known both of them for a couple years now.”

There wasn’t much talking anymore as you helped the girls with their things at register and Taehyung left to recover the floor and flip the sign to ‘closed’ after they left. You worked quickly to finish your closing duties and by the end of the night you were standing outside the shop while he locked it up.

“Which way are you headed?” He asked you staring around the empty street. It was dark and there weren’t many people out. The only light came from lit up store fronts. You pointed in the direction you’d be leaving to making him nod, “I’ll walk with you.”

“Oh you don’t have to, is it out of your way?” You asked as you two began walking in that direction anyway. You definitely didn’t expect him to offer something like that.

“The bus stop is on the way but it’ll still be a while so I don’t have a problem,” he told you shoving his hands in his coat pockets, “Plus it’s late and dark out so I wouldn’t want you walking home alone anyway.”

He walked you all the way to your apartment stopping across the street. He waited for you to pass the safe zone before turning around and heading back to the bus stop. He didn’t know that your friend was waiting on the other side ready to bombard you with questions about what the two of you talked about.

So Hyun let out an overly dramatic sigh, “If he just gave me one chance, I swear…”

Hoseok sat up from his spot on the grass, “If he gave you a chance he’d go running the second he finds out you stalk him.”

“I don’t stalk him—“

“You do,” you and Hoseok said at the same time laughing. He pushed the textbook off his lap, “Besides if anyone’s got a chance with Prince Charming it’s Y/n.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s so far out of my league I can’t even think of him as anything other than a coworker.” You typed away on your laptop, you were currently doing an Op-Ed on recent movies just out in theaters for the student board page.

“Eh, you’re always talking when we come in and you work together, don’t think I haven’t noticed the heart eyes,” Hoseok smirked kicking at your leg as if that’d make you admit it. So Hyun looked to the both of you before a smile stretched across her face, “Is he working tonight?”

“I don’t know, I just agreed to cover the shift for Jimin but I don’t know everyone working,” you told her truthfully. You picked up the shirt after one of your coworkers asked if you could cover his shift. You still had some time for a few assignments so you weren’t in any rush to do the work. Since you wanted extra cash you agreed to cover the shift. Thankfully you weren’t stuck closing tonight so you’d get off earlier than usual.

“Well if he’s working you should see if he’s got any plans this weekend, Hobi’s having a bunch of people over so it’d be a perfect excuse to see him,” So Hyun said wishfully, “And then you can talk about me and make him see that I’m the one for him.”

“I thought he didn’t party,” Hoseok asked staring off in the distance across the courtyard on the East side of campus.

“He does if his friends are there, so make sure you invite them too.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” You asked with a sigh. She glared down at you for a second, “I don’t know but you have to. Please? For me? You know I like him a lot and you’re my best friend who’s so lucky to be working with him.”

“So why don’t you just apply to work there instead of trying to get Y/n to set you two up,” Hoseok cut in, “Stop trying to make Y/n do the impossible.”

“Ugh you’re so mean to me Hobi, just say Y/n is your favorite.”

“Alright, Y/n’s my favorite,” you smacked him lightly to get him to stop but he just laughed in response. All three of you were pretty close but it’s true that sometimes you and Hoseok are closer. Nothing against So Hyun or anything but sometimes your personalities collide a little too much and you can only hang with her for so long before your social battery runs out.

“I’ve gotta get to my last class,” you said packing your things up, “If he works tonight I’ll try and tell him about it but I’m not making any promises.”

“I love you, you’re the best!” So Hyun said as you walked away from them. Before heading to your next lecture on photography you went looking for a vending machine.

You know how sometimes, when you hear of something for the first time [or see something up close that you’ve never seen before] and suddenly it’s popping up everywhere? Like when you hear of a random thing and now it’s all you can see or think about. That’s what’s happening right now.

Before you started working at the bookshop cafe you rarely saw Taehyung. Sure, a couple times you saw him around on campus but he was never close. Now that you started working with him and actually talk to him it’s like he’s everywhere. Like at the vending machines for example. You didn’t try and talk to him or anything but that didn’t stop him from turning at the feeling of someone behind him in line. He had to do a double take to make sure it was you, “Oh hey.”

“Hey,” you mumbled looking around as if talking to him alone was already pushing your luck. One of his fangirls might jump out at you and you wouldn’t be surprised if it was So Hyun. He got his drink and stood to the side stalling his departure as you went to get your own drink. Sensing his hovering you turned to him punching in the number for your drink, “Do you work tonight?”

“Er no, I think it’s Jimin, Jin, and Sia,” he told you as your drink was dispensed. You reached down for it pulling back with it in hand as you said, “Oh, I’m actually covering for Jimin today, we switched shifts.”

“Ah so he got you to do it? That’s nice of you,” he said. You acted like you didn’t notice the way he joined you now on a walk toward a direction neither one of you were sure of, “So does that mean we aren’t working together tomorrow?”

“No, I know it’ll be hard without me but I’m sure you’ll manage,” you teased. Your boss Jin, typically made the schedules and he liked consistency so usually, you were scheduled in shifts with either Taehyung or Sia. Very rarely did you work with some of the other baristas despite being there for a month already. It made it easier to create routine though since you mostly closed with Taehyung and you two split the work load in a way that made it easier for you both.

“I guess I’ll have to,” he let out a dramatic sigh stopping at a corner to look at you, “Got any plans this weekend?”

Oh right, quit your attempts at flirting you had an objective. You nodded your head, “Yeah actually, well kinda. You know my friend Hoseok? He’s gone to the shop a few times?” Taehyung nodded waiting for you to keep going.

“Well he’s throwing a party on Saturday and I was gonna ask a few people from work if they wanted to come.”

“Ah, so I’m one of the chosen few invited?” He asked with a playful smirk that you’re still trying to get used to. At a glance Taehyung always looks cold and expressionless. He dresses pretty mature in academic styled clothing and he’s just known for being serious all the time. Lately he’s been giving you glimpses at his 4D personality that sends you on a whirlpool of mixed emotions. You can definitely see why girls fall for his charms. On top of being physically attractive he’s also charming even if it is only toward a selective few. You definitely don’t see him smile that way to Sia or any of the other girls he talks to but you try not to let that thought get to your head.

“You can say that,” you said turning around to face him now that you really had to cut the conversation short to get to class, “I can text you the details if you’re interested.”

“Yeah alright, I’ll let you know.”

He let you go off as he stood there for a moment. Not even an entire minute later was a hand smacking down on his shoulder pulling him to one side as his friend, Jimin, stood there next to him. He had a cheesy grin, “Damn, I just missed Y/n. I was gonna thank her for switching shifts with me today.”

Should Taehyung mention what you’d told him? Or should he keep the party invite to himself so he has an excuse to see you outside of work? He’s seen you around campus a few times but he’s never sure if he should go out of his way to talk to you. He’s a pretty private person and you seem to be like that too so maybe you don’t like mixing your work life with everything else. Right now that you ran into each other had purely coincidental yet he was pretty pleased about it.

He’s not sure what it is about you but he enjoys seeing you. You’re really pretty but that wasn’t why he liked talking to you. A lot of girls around him were pretty but that never interested him in getting to know any of them better. He’s not really interested in relationships right now but that doesn’t stop people from trying to get closer to him. It’s tiring, honestly, or at least he thinks it is. He rather spend his time on his paintings and school that way he can graduate and start looking for a stable job as an art curator.

None of the girls who’ve tried to get closer to him have been his type either. Maybe he’s picky or unrealistic but when he’s thinking about someone he thinks about their future together. He doesn’t want to waste his time with meaningless hook ups or relationships if he doesn’t think it’ll ever work out. Take his coworker Sia for example, she’s extremely pretty but she drives him insane. She’s so forward and honest about her interest in him that it sort of pushes him away. If he falls for someone he doesn’t want it to be forced. He wants it to happen naturally because there’s genuine chemistry.

That’s why he likes talking to you at work. He likes to think there’s some chemistry there even if it’s just platonically. Conversation flows between you two so easily that working with you just makes his shift go faster. It doesn’t seem like you have ulterior motives when you talk and it feels like you’re actually interested in what he has to stay instead of just pretending like you are because you find him attractive. Do you find him attractive?

“Earth to Taehyung! I asked if you’re doing anything this weekend?” Jimin asked snapping him out of him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his friend, “Uh no? Just planning on staying home all weekend.” Lie.

“Alright so Saturday I’m meeting up with this chick and apparently her friend is crazy into you so what do you say? A group date or something?” Jimin asked hopefully as he followed Taehyung to his next class, “They’re pretty hot, dance majors, flexible…”

“I’m busy Saturday.”

“Okay well that’s a lie since you just told me you’re not doing anything,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “Come on do me one solid. You never wanna come out.”

“Sorry, I’m not interested,” Taehyung sighed turning to Jimin ready to leave, “Go ask Yoongi, I’ve gotta get to class.”

By the time the weekend rolled around you shared a couple quick texts with Taehyung. Nothing major or anything but he did ask for the address to the party and little things like telling you a certain regular came into the shop asking for you. It’s kinda bad how a text from him made you smile a little. Once again, you weren’t doing anything wrong but knowing your best friend had a huge crush on him while he texted you didn’t feel right.

He caught you completely by surprise Saturday night when he called you in the middle of you taking a shot at Hoseok’s party. You had to step away from the group as they loudly talked over the music finding a corner to answer the phone, “Hello?”

“Hey, so I think I found the place but how do I get up there?” He asked staring up at the apartment building in front of him. It took you a second to process what he was saying before you were rushing toward the door, “I’ll come down, see you in a minute.”

Taehyung couldn’t help the tiny smile from spreading across his face as you came down carrying a drink in hand. You waved him over to the door and he let a hand touch your side in a quick hug, “Are we getting you drunk tonight?”

“Let’s see how the night goes first,” he told you smiling following you to the elevator. He came alone even if you told him you’d be inviting people from work. He could’ve asked Jimin to come but he wanted to go on that group date and Taehyung was worried he’d ask those girls to come. When he first got the party there were a lot more people than he expected. Some were familiar faces from school and some weren’t. The ones who did recognize him approached him surprised to see he was at a party knowing damn well he was a homebody.

“What do you want to drink then?” You asked him leading him to the kitchen where the counter was filled with liquor bottles people brought and a few chasers. You tried not to think about his proximity when he came up next to you, a hand flat on the counter next to yours as you could feel the aura of his presence directly behind you peaking over your shoulder to inspect the inventory. He looked down at your cup, “What are you drinking?”

“It’s for alcohol but you can barely taste it,” you told him, “But if you’re a lightweight I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.”

“Bad thing for sure, let me taste,” he said taking the cup from you. You studied his face to see if he’d like it, his eyes locked on yours as he tipped the cup back letting the drink pour down his throat.

“Well?” You asked as he passed the drink back to you licking his lips. You couldn’t hear his response over the music so he leaned down close to your ear, his breath tickling your lobe as he spoke, “I like it.”

You ignored the shiver that went down your spine, “I’ll make you one then.” He nodded his head, lip being tugged between his teeth as he stared down at you. You looked prettier than usual but he thought you normally looked pretty anyway. Maybe it was the atmosphere that made him feel relaxed around you and since you weren’t running around making coffee drinks you looked more at ease too. He’s not sure if parties were your element but if he were to be asked to go on a night out he’s sure to say yes if you were the one asking. Now that he’s getting a chance to look around he noticed he’s the only one from work. That could mean the others you invited didn’t come, or he was the only one invited. He was going to go with that latter since Jimin didn’t mention an invite and that meant you specifically wanted him here.

Your brows furrowed in concentration looking at him leaning a little closer. It caught him of guard, his eyes shifting down to your lips for a moment before you pulled back. He blinked nervously as you smiled, “I just noticed… your eye lids are different. One’s a monolid and the other isn’t.”

Immediately his hand flew to block one of his eyes in embarrassment, “Yeah, it’s kinda weird.”

“I like it,” you whispered back to him still looking at his eyes as his hand slowly dropped to his side again. You both looked away from each other awkwardly as he raised his cup to his lips in order to hide the upward curl of his smile line.

“Y/n!” The call of your name pulled you both away from the stump and your hand was leaving the counter, barely noticing how the tips of your fingers had been touching his this entire time. You turned around looking for the one who called for you, So Hyun came up with a smile, “Jungkook just got here and he’s looking for you.”

Taehyung looked down to you as So Hyun motioned for you to take the excuse and leave. If you just let her work her charm on Taehyung she’s have him falling for her in no time—or so she says. You blushed looking back to Taehyung, “Oh, um, do you mind giving me a moment? I’m just gonna see what he wants.”

“Um…—“ “Don’t worry I’ll keep Taehyung busy,” she told you nudging you forward, “Why don’t you go find Jungkook?”

Taehyung watched you leave, the effects of being at a social gathering finally weighing on him and suddenly he wasn’t so at ease anymore. So Hyun flashed him a flirtatious smile, “Wow, I never see you at these sort of things. It’s good to see you let loose.”

“Yeah…” Taehyung nodded awkwardly. He didn’t really know So Hyun. The only times he’s talked to her is when she’s visited you at work and to be honest, he finds her kind of annoying. Honestly he couldn’t even understand how you two were friends but hey, they wasn’t for him to question. Don’t get him wrong, So Hyun seems nice but it’s almost forced. Like she’s not being genuine and he hates people like that. He was way more interested in knowing who Jungkook was rather than what she had to say.

“What are you drinking? Can I try it?” She asked him to which he shook his head no. “I don’t like sharing drinks,” he muttered scanning the groups of people to find you. Maybe this Jungkook guy wouldn’t mind if Taehyung included himself in the conversation. He found you across the living room chatting it up with a guy who had a full tattoo sleeve. It made his lucky number seven tattoo seem like a joke. Did you like guys with tattoos and piercings?

You put your arm on the guy’s shoulder laughing at something he said and Taehyung swears his eye twitched. The eyes you just recently complimented that left him feeling a little too happy over it. Has he made you laugh like that? You haven’t known each other for long but he likes to think he makes you smile at work. Maybe you’re the type who needs to be comfortable around someone before initiating skinship and it just means you two can still get closer. He wouldn’t mind that, possible texting you more or hanging out outside of work and school. Actually, he’s currently work on a new art piece and he needs a model for body proportion reference, maybe he could ask you?

The more he looked the more irritated he felt. This is why he can’t do crushes at his grown age, he’s way too possessive and intense. He doesn’t want anyone else making you laugh. Uh oh. Wait, does he like you?

Ah shit, he does.

“So let me get this straight,” Jungkook cleared his throat, “So Hyun has a thing for the campus crush, Kim Taehyung, and he’s your coworker. She asked you to get her with him and you’re helping her like a dumbass even though he clearly has a thing for you?”

You nearly choked on your drink, “Oh my god Kook, he definitely does not have a thing for me. We’re just friends.”

“Yeah okay, so why is he looking at me like he’ll hurt me if I get too close to you?” Jungkook asked raising a brow as if the answer were so obvious. You brushed him and his ideas off, “You know he’s a private person. He probably just feels weird that I left him with So Hyun when he doesn’t really know her.”

“I mean sure but he could also be thinking about murdering me because you left him with So Hyun to come talk to me. Are you even thinking about the danger you’re putting me in?” Jungkook asked holding a hand to his chest, “I know people say I’m intimidating but just look at his T-bone. One glare from him is good enough to K.O someone.”

“You’re so stupid—“ “No you’re stupid because now he’s leaving,” Jungkook shrugged making you whip around to find Taehyung. Sure enough he wasn’t next to So Hyun anymore and instead making his way to the door. You pushed your drink into Jungkook’s hand as he smirked yelling after you as you took off wishing you luck.

“Hey! Where you going?” You barely made it out the door catching him waiting for the elevator turning to look at you.

“Well, y’know I don’t really know that many people and you looked busy so…” he bit his lip in thought hearing the elevator doors open but making no move to get in as you walked over to him. Your brows furrowed, “Did So Hyun ditch you?”

“Uh no, you did,” he answered truthfully catching you by surprise. You brushed your hair out of your face nervously. Kim Taehyung does not have a thing for you. It’s literally not possible. Look at him then look at you.

“Right sorry, one of my friends wanted to talk and I sort of got dragged into conversa—“ “Yeah you looked pretty busy,” Taehyung shrugged as if it was no big deal even if it felt like it was to him, “No worries, it was fun though I think I’m just ready to call it a night.”

“Taehyung,” you whined thinking back to So Hyun and how she’ll blame you later for him leaving because he didn’t want to talk to her, “Can’t you stay a little longer? I won’t leave you alone anymore, I feel bad now.”

“Don’t,” he sighed hearing the doors close again. You were standing so close that he could practically smell the shampoo in your hair. He didn’t think it through when he moved a piece of stray hair behind your ear, “Don’t feel bad, I mean. I had fun, seriously but I don’t want you to feel like you’ve gotta stay with me all night.”

Even though he’d like it if you did but maybe that’s just the jealousy speaking. His touch sent goosebumps along your skin as you took an unconscious step toward him, “But I do feel bad since I invited you.”

Okay sure, you invited him because So Hyun asked you to but you found yourself just as excited as her to see him tonight. Obviously you tried not to think about it too much but it was hard not to when he was looking at you so sweetly. You never knew you liked guys with a twist. Someone who looks cold and mysterious but is an actual sweetheart to those he’s friends with. If you heard the little interest he had in what So Hyun or any other girl had to say compared to how attentive he was to you, you’d know he’s into you. But you don’t know that or you refused to even think about that possibility.

He smirked, “Well then you can make it up to me over lunch next week. Whenever you’re free between classes let’s eat in the cafeteria.”

“Okay!” You said excitedly, face lighting up. He nodded stepping closer pulling you into a goodbye and a promise to text before finally getting into the elevators. You got back to the party blushing and slightly confused on if you should tell So Hyun about lunch.

Part of you would like to have lunch just between you two but he’s already been way too nice to you. Jungkook already thinks he’s into you and soon you’re gonna start believing it too if you keep going at this rate. You’ve definitely confused a guy’s niceness for interest in you and you’re way too embarrassed when they choose So Hyun over you.

That’s why you agreed to help her. She’s drop dead gorgeous and had the height and body of a model. You definitely did not compare and knowing she was so stuck on Taehyung you didn’t even have a chance. You’ll just live vicariously through her if they ever do get together. He’s the total package and you can agree to that even if he wasn’t your type originally. Too bad you’re not as attractive or interesting as your best friend and all the other girls into him. Even Sia is so pretty it makes you want to cry. And she has such a soft and feminine voice unlike yours.

Ugh, maybe you’ve been single for too long and need to do something about it so you stop thinking about your best friend’s crush.

It was mid next week when your schedule aligned with Taehyung's and unfortunately for him so did your friends. He waited in line behind you and So Hyun as you got your trays of food pretending like everything was cool even if it was supposed to be just you and him.

"You're paying right? I forgot my wallet," So Hyun asked looping her arms with yours giving you a smile. Your brows furrowed, "Don't you have Apple Pay?"

"But you're paying for Taehyung's it's not fair." You rolled your eyes. You really hadn't planned on letting So Hyun tag along but after overhearing you tell Hobi you weren't going to have lunch with him today she asked why. You had to come clean and then she threw a fit for not inviting her. You tried telling her that you weren't sure if Taehyung would be okay with it but she assured you that on the night of the party they got along really well. She also thinks he might be a little into her and well, who were you to ruin her chances when she actually might have a shot with him?

Okay, to be fair you don't think he's that into her but hey, you're just going along with the flow and doing as told. Once you all got your food you turned quickly to reach for your wallet not noticing Taehyung sneak past you and paying with his phone for all three meals. You turned with your wallet in hand looking at him in disbelief, "I was going to pay for it all."

He lifted a brow biting his lip looking down at you for a moment, "You can treat me next time."

Next time? What does he mean next time. Like did he mean he wanted you two to go out for a meal again? Or was he just saying that to say it but with no intention of it? So Hyun tried not to overthink what he said either instead moving too match his pace to an empty table, "Thank you Taehyung, that was so sweet of you. Maybe I should treat you to a meal too."

He simply nodded in acknowledgment as the three of you took your seats at an empty table. You sat next to So Hyun as she moved to the spot in front of Taehyung and it made you feel slightly awkward. You're not sure if you're reading it right but Taehyung seems disappointed. The three of you are in an uncomfortable silence that made your leg bounce anxiously. You stood up awkwardly, "I'm gonna go dump this, I'll be back."

So Hyun looked after you with an unreadable expression as she tried to think of something to say to him. "I'm still surprised to see you at that party since I know you don't really go to many. You're not really into going out, are you?"

"You could say that," Taehyung huffed leaning into the table, his tone a little bitter as he looked after waiting for you to walk back already. He was being rude, he knows it but he just doesn't get it. He was hoping it was just you two so he could try and understand what he feels for you and if there was any possibility there but now he couldn't.

His gaze shifted to So Hyun speaking clearly now, "But I went so I could see Y/n."

He had a feeling he knew what So Hyun was trying to do. She might not have had the worst intentions but Taehyung didn't like it. If she were to approach him naturally instead of trying to force her way close to him through you, he might've looked at her different. But he just didn't like her way of doing things. It didn't feel genuine and sure she was pretty but he didn't feel any sort of connection between them. So it sort of upset him that you seemed to be playing along in her charades. It had him raising from his seat holding his tray and backpack.

Your slow walk back to the table was rushed at the sight of him leaving making sure to glare at you in the process. Your brows furrowed in worry as you quickly went to So Hyun who was gathering her things too, "What happened?"

She rolled her eyes holding her things, "Well he's definitely not into me at all. Good fucking job."

"Alright we'll now I'm extra confused, are you trying to say this is my fault?" You asked, some pent up frustration leaking out. This is why you should always mind your business and ignore people's wishes. You try and help them then get blamed when shit goes wrong. So Hyun sighed, "Of course it's your fault I told you I liked him and you flirt with him anyway! He literally hates me, what did you say to him?"

"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about," you raised a hand in surrender getting your backpack, "And I don't understand why you're suddenly mad at me when I've literally done everything you've asked me to."

"Ugh, don't you get it? It didn't work Y/n, he hates me and I think you told him something," So Hyun accused you pretty dramatically in your opinion, "You know I'm into him so why would you do that?"

"I'm sorry but you sound so dumb, why would I say something to make him hate you?"

"Because you like him! You knew I liked him first and you didn't like that so you were talking shit about me," she added making you scoff. Alright that's enough, you held your book bag on your shoulder.

"Okay well clearly you're delusional and need to grow up," you said with a small sigh as you looked up at her, "It's not my fault you're unlikeable."

The argument didn't even seem like a big deal unfortunately. You've had a fair share amount of petty arguments with So Hyun through the course of your friendship and yet you never stopped hanging out. Give it a couple days for Hoseok to force you two to make up and everything would be fine. Now would everything be fine with Taehyung? You're not sure honestly.

Luckily for you, you caught him outside a couple minutes later. He didn't even try and avoid you when you came up to him you cleared your throat awkwardly having no clue what to say now that you were in front of him, "You left earlier without saying bye. I'm starting to think you're not good at goodbyes."

You tried joking in hips of easing the tension by bringing up when he tried leaving the party the other night. He licked his lips with a sigh looking away from you, "Right... bye."

"Tae, I'm sorry if you're mad at me or an—"

"Why would I be mad?" Taehyung asked leaning against the wall of some class building. You struggled to find a response though you're not sure if he was actually looking for one from you. "Because you keep letting your friend try and include herself in time that I'm trying to spend with you?"

Your silence was irritating him so at this point he was rambling, "Look if you're not into me, I get it but I definitely don't need you trying to get me with one of your friends."

"No... that's not—Tae—" you couldn't form the right words. Great. This is why you should really mind your business. In trying to help So Hyun you only managed to get both of them mad at you in the end. Your mind was so jumbled you almost missed the single 'if you're not into me, I get it' which was broad but at the same time a hidden meaning was behind it. Or at least you thought there was, like maybe an implication of what he was currently thinking? Maybe even implying he was into you and it's not reciprocated? Why was it an if? What was going to happen if you admitted to being attracted to him? You just had to know.

"What do you mean?" Was all that you could ask and it made him roll his eyes. He thought he was being obvious with how he felt about you since the beginning. Even before he realized he was into you he always paid more attention to you than anyone else. He always talked to you and went out of his way to find you at work. He went to that stupid party because you invited him. He paid for lunch today because he wanted an excuse to meet with you again and yet you still don't get it. He took a step closer to you, looking down at you making you have to crane your neck to look up.

"I mean that I'm not attracted to your friend, I'm attracted to you and only you," Taehyung said lowly, "Do you know what I mean now?"

You couldn't stop the flutter of your lashes being completely surprise. He's into you? Like, is that what he's saying right now? You said something you probably shouldn't have, "We're friends though."

It made him scoff. You really could not get it even if you were being hit in the face with it. He took a step back with a small huff, "Yeah well I don't really want to be just friends Y/n. But if that's all we'll be then whatever I guess, just friends."

"That's not—oh god I don't know what to say." You really didn't. Obviously you had growing feelings for him but the timing seemed off. Not to mention he was so out of your leave him having a liking toward you just made no sense. Was he playing you? Taehyung didn't seem the type but after everyone has told you that he doesn't really date or give people the chance you just can't understand why he's willing to with you.

He adjusted the strap on his backpack, "It's fine Y/n, you don't see me that way so I guess I got to get over it. It was my bad for thinking there was something between us. I've gotta get to my next class, I'll see you at work."

"Alright but that's not your fault that he's not into So Hyun, right?" Jungkook asked a week later at a party. So Hyun has yet to speak with you and you've been switching shifts with Jimin again until he gets his new schedule figure out. You haven't really had the chance to with Taehyung either but one problem at a time.

"I don't know," you sighed drinking from your red cup as the two of you talked in the corner trying to block out the rest of the party. You only came out with Jungkook tonight since So Hyun wasn't talking to you and Hobi didn't want to pick sides. "He kinda told me... he's into me or something."

"I mean yeah you're hot and easy to be around," Jungkook chuckled as if it were obvious making your eyes roll, "But I mean, I get she liked him but you did what you could. How is it your fault that you two fell for each other instead? It's not like they were dating or anything."

"We didn't fall for ea—" "Shut up because yes you did," he cut you off before a smirk appeared on his face as he teased, "You like him."

"Don't start with that please," you sighed. Frankly you didn't understand why she was so pissed off at you and you doubt telling her your problems with Taehyung would make it better. If anything she'll just be more mad at you for managing to peak Taehyung's interest when she couldn't.

"Y/n, I know what you're thinking, y'know?" Jungkook said, "You like him but you think you shouldn't because of So Hyun but news flash, she doesn't always have to get what she wants. He likes you, try it out. He's here, did you know that?"

"No he's not," you tried to say but he pointed across the room and sure enough Taehyung was here.

He'd been here for a while and it surprised everyone. He really wasn't the party type but a friend of his was here with Jimin. Jimin texted him that you were here with some guy, and like the hopeless jealous fool he is, he had to see who. It was your tatted friend again. He couldn't even approach you because he thinks you've been avoiding him even though Jimin has told him that you're just helping him out because of his schedule.

Before you could say anything Jungkook was already attempting to fix your hair and pull your shirt down to show more cleavage. You swatted at his hand as he said, "Look, he came for a reason and that reason could be you. So stop acting like this is a hard decision and just go talk to him. You haven't been laid in a while and even I'll admit he's hot."

"He's also been staring over here all night and it's kind of creeping me out so get away from me," he said the last part with a good shove leaving you to stumble forward. You turned to glare at him but Jungkook ducked out of view and left you there in a crowd of people confused. Maybe he's right. You know Taehyung is interested in you because he said so. You also know that So Hyun will be mad at you even if you didn't pursue him so why try and act like you didn't like him too? You're just gonna say fuck it and go for it with Taehyung because you're unbelievably attracted to him and not just for his looks.

"Oh she's coming over here, she finally saw you," Jimin says playfully as Taehyung stares at him worried now, "Who?"

"Y/n," Jimin smirked, "I know that's why you came tonight. You had no plans on coming until I told you Y/n was here with a guy. I'm not stupid."

Taehyung opened his mouth to protest when Jimin was patting his shoulder for good luck and leaving him alone in the kitchen where he'd been hiding this entire time. You blocked his path from leaving now, "Hey... I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah you were busy," he said in a harsher tone than he meant. He knows he didn't have a right to be upset over you talking to some other guy who you were friends with but he couldn't help it. Each time he thought about you he liked you a little more. Considering you haven't been talking as much it gives him anxiety almost when he sees you looking perfectly fine not talking to him. This is why he can't do short relationships, he gets way too attached and he overthinks everything possible outcome of the relationship. He doesn’t like games. He’s forward with how he feels and he’ll let it be known once he realizes it.

"What are you drinking? Can I have some?" You asked hoping to lighten the mood sensing he might be upset with you. He didn't say anything offering you the drink and in an attempt to be forward instead of taking it you pressed your lips to the rim. He tilted the cup up for you watching the slight drop of alcohol on your lip once he took it back. He visibly gulped looking down at you waiting to see what you'd do next.

"Um I wanted to apologize and let you know that it was wrong of me to try and force So Hyun on you," you told him honestly, "I thought that you were just being nice to me to be nice and I never considered you being into me at all. I know that's not an excuse so I just wanted to say sorry.”

Taehyung didn't say anything for a minute, he simply nodded in understanding even if he felt confused still. A small amount of irritation too, was he not being as forward about his interest in you as he thought? Why would you not consider his feelings for you? Did you think you were unlikeable? Did you not realize he thought you looked pretty doing absolutely anything?

"And," you bit your lip nervously. Listen to Jungkook's advise and try it out. See what happens if you're honest because yeah, you definitely wanted Taehyung all along even if you never admitted it. Would that make you a bad friend to So Hyun? Shaking the thought away you leaned on your tip toes finally ripping the bandaid off as you whispered in his ear, "I'm actually crazy about you."

He nearly choked on his drink looking down at you. He's always had slightly sensitive ears so feeling you whisper against his ear sent a shiver down his spine—especially because of what you said. You blushed lightly at your admission, "And if you don't completely hate me I'd like to talk things out privately. Like maybe at my place?"

"Right now?" He asked looking at all the party goers and the dark sky through the window. You nodded making him clear his throat nervously clenching his jaw at the thought, "Okay, what about that guy with tattoos?"

"Jungkook?" You asked him looking around the people for Jungkook. He was off already flirting with someone not paying any money to you. You'll just send him a text telling him you're leaving and it'll be fine, "He won't care."

He looked down at you absentmindedly letting the side of his leg brush against yours due to your proximity. With a final nod he spoke, "Alright let's go."

You ended up riding the bus as close to your apartment as possible and walked the short distance to the building. Your conversations were light barely brushing over the main topic and finding any little thing to talk about instead. You directed him to the living room while you went to your room for a moment to freshen up.

"Want anything to drink?" You asked Taehyung as he sat on your couch, unintentionally man spreading as he followed your figure to the kitchen. Now that he's got the confirmation that you were interested in him he wanted to move things along. He wanted to drag you to him and talk things out, maybe even kiss your way into a relationship.

"Water's fine," he muttered in response not bothering to hide the way he checked you out through the opening of the kitchen. It was pretty dark in your apartment, the only light coming from the kitchen and he sat in shadows. When you set his glass down you bent forward a little reaching for the control and he'd be lying if he said he didn't look at the skirt you wore in the process.

He sniffled a little fidgeting in his seat when you sat back next to him. You turned the tv on pulling up YouTube and playing some background music lowly before turning to him catching him already staring. You bit your lip nervously tucking some hair behind your ear as you just looked at each other for a moment.

"So, uh, do you wanna talk about... y'know," you used your hand to motion at the space between you hoping he got the hint of what you were trying to say. He nodded, "I mean, like I said, I don't really have an interest in being just friends but I also can't make you feel something for me if you don't."

"But I do," you told him honestly and it made him smile, eyes slightly glazed over. It went quiet between you two again and your confidence was starting to fade. Now that you've admitted to not only him but yourself too that you like him, there's definitely other things on your mind than just talking. You're just not sure what he wants to do.

You tried not to think about how his thigh was against yours and his arm was thrown behind you on the couch. The music was chilled out but definitely a little sensual and you're not sure if it was a little too forward already. He isn't making a move or anything so you couldn't read him at all. But at the same time, you can't keep being the one to not make any effort. You liked him since the beginning but you pushed the thought away because you didn't think he'd ever think of you that way. You let So Hyun include herself in time that was just supposed be you two and he was clearly upset every time. He has been more forward than you in expressing himself so maybe it's your turn.

You turned to face him now, knee digging into his thigh making his eyes widen in curiosity. With a deep breath you looked down at his lips tempted to just go for it but still slightly hesitant. It wasn't until the hand behind you began playing with the strap of your tank did you say fuck it. You barely moved an inch forward before his hand was flying to your jaw pulling you into him.

Your lips had barely touched before you were caving into each other's, mouths sloppily working in a frenzied kiss. It was super short too, both of you pulling away almost worried at the intensity of that little touch. Your eyes locked on each other once more before he was dragging you back to him. His head tilted to the right while yours went left, his hand still under your jaw keeping you in a position that worked for both of you.

There was nothing slow about the kiss, tongues meeting in the middle before exploring each other's mouth eliciting w deep groan from his chest as his fingers touched your hair letting his hand slide from your side to near your ear. With the sudden force of making out you found yourself moving before you could process what you were doing. You swung a leg over his lap until you were straddling him and his free hand went straight to your skirt.

Your heads bobbed in a messy make out session as his hand gripped the fabric of your skirt making you press closer to him until your chest was on his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and fingers in his hair when you found the palm of his hand flat on your butt sneaking under your skirt. You pushed at his shoulders lightly trying to pull away and catch your breath. A thin line of spit connected your lips together as you both panted unevenly. His eyes searched yours for any sign of regret, the hand on your panties now massaging into the flesh of your ass but not roughly. It was a soft and soothing caress as you began to pepper gentle kisses at the corners of his mouth. His mouth was slightly agape as he fought to catch his breath and not buck up into the warmth between your legs that was currently over his member. He couldn't even remember the last time he made out with someone like this. It had to be months at least, probably since the last girl he was in a relationship with. Taehyung's breath hitched as you got to the angle of his jaw sucking lightly making your way toward the space under his ear.

You didn't miss the way his hands tightened around you fidgeting a little when you got close to his ear. Deciding to take it further you pulled the end of his lobe into your mouth nipping at it softly with your teeth.

"Ngh," he bit back a moan at the feel, his eyes crossing for a moment when your breath fanned his ears. Why the hell were they so damn sensitive. You moved your hips over him feeling his grip on your butt tighten in the process. He was slumped back on the couch essentially letting you take the reigns for a moment as he tried to clear his mind of the dirty thoughts that were coming way too soon. Instead, he let your hips move over him back and forth, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your arousing heat.

You were practically dry humping like a pair of horny teens but it clearly wasn't enough. You both only had one thing on his mind and he needed it. Your fingers were in his hair scratching blissfully at his scalp as you whispered into his ear, "Wanna move things to my room?"

The tingling sensation traveled from his ear down his throat to his spine making him react far quicker than you expect. Both hands tightened at your bottom as he jolted off the couch keeping you on him. "Where?" He asked, lips brushing against yours as you clung to him. You pointed in the direction and he was taking you that way.

The door swung open with a bang before his leg was kicking it back shut. He walked until his knees hit the edge of a bed and just like that he was trapping you under him in another heated kiss. Your hands cupped his face as he pressed himself further into you, eyes squeeze shut in pleasure.

Just how you did on the couch, he was pushing his groin against yours, knees digging into the mattress with your body in between before he started a slow grind into you. The material of his jeans was doing magic hitting against your pleasure nub above your entrance and you could feel the growing bulge adding more pressure. His elbows were near your shoulders keeping himself from crushing you as your heads moved in every direction that could deepen the kiss more and more. Your lips felt numb, rubbed raw almost but neither of you pulled away. His tongue was winning against yours in exploration drawing a light sigh from your lips when he cradled your head between his arms to keep you in place.

Your hands were playing with the collar of his shirt before running down the front of his chest to feel what was underneath. It was soft and lean muscle, the kind that someone had when they were fit even without intense exercise.

He put most of his weight on his legs as he sat back further with his calves tucked under his thighs letting his hands move down your sides bunching up your shirt. Your mouths only separated for one quick moment only enough time for him to tug your shirt off and his too. They fell somewhere on the floor as he let himself looked down at you. Your legs were still thrown over his spread thighs, his erect ion only an inch away from the space between your legs. Large hands gripped at the bend of your knees yanking your body down and closer to him until you were flush against him again. He guided your hips up searching for some friction despite both of you still being dressed below the waist. His hands were at your sides letting your hips grind back on him and it was enough for him to be draping over you again to capture your lips with his.

"You're so pretty," he mumbled against your lips as he pulled away, nose and mouth brushing over the curve of your chin down your neck, "And nice."

He was moving away now, legs still widened as he crawled down your body, kissing along your collarbone, "And you smell so good."

His face was getting closer to your chest, hands now running over your bra, "And I think about you all the time."

His hands cupped the your boobs over your bra giving them a light squeeze as his lips licked over the rounded flesh, "I think about how you'll react when I touch you."

They snaked under the bra, thumbs running over your nipples causing an immediate reaction from you, "And how soft you'll feel in my hands."

"Taehyung..." you licked your lips breathlessly arching your back up to slide your hands under and unclip the material. You yanked the straps down managing to take it off with his hands still groping at your tits. With the bra out of the way he took the chance to take your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud until it hardened while his thumb worked the other. He gave your chest special treatment with a massage and wet kisses along your skin practically covering you in drool while your hips searched for something to rut against but his body was hovering over you yet not touching.

Once he had enough of your chest he kissed down the center of your stomach, hands sliding down to your skirt but he never took it off you. Instead, his fingers grazed over to your panties, touching the hem before sliding them down, "I wonder about how you'll taste on my tongue."

"Will you let me have a taste?" He asked, skirt covering half his face watching as you gave an impatient nod. He slid the material down your legs letting them fall to the bed. You wiggled nervously feeling his stare on your definite wet core but before you could hurry him along your mouth drew open in a sudden gasp. A blob of spit landed on your cunt from his mouth and the thick liquid felt strange against your clit due to its unexpectedness. He just spit directly on your pussy...

One of his arms was holding your thigh on his shoulder while the other let his hand swipe over his spit. His middle finger touched your clit as he rubbed the spit with your dripping arousal to make it wetter and messier too. Then, once he made sure you were coated in liquid, he flattened his tongue against your opening curving it upward to collect and decent size of wetness. His tongue rolled back into his mouth and he swallowed heavily, not even thinking about your impatient fidgeting as he got the taste he was looking for.

"Mm," he hummed in appreciation, eyes shut in bliss for a moment before letting your clit fit between his index and middle fingers as he rubbed upwards, palm on your entrance applying pressure there too. Then, he pulled away, hand doing a 180 so his fingers were facing down and he leaned forward to kiss your lips, all while your clit was still stimulated between his fingers.

"I like it," he muttered against your lips, "I think I'm gonna have more."

You weren't much of a talker during foreplay but Taehyung's deep voice had your thighs wanting to shut to stop the pool of arousal. His voice was so sensual and raspy that you didn't mind the light dirty talk. Maybe you'd whisper into his ear more since you know he likes it now. Maybe you'll even do it to him at work sometimes just to see him get riled up.

He went back down between your legs, not bothering to tease anymore as he did just that. Tongue lapping up more and more speeding up his flicking while his fingers slipped over your clit thanks to the wetness of it.

Immediately your hand went to his soft dark hair again for leverage as his ministrations picked up pace, face practically digging at your heat. It was messy, nasty almost, with the slurping sounds he made. He was lost in it too, your little sounds and the way you ground into his face was enough to egg him on to take it further. He could've been like this all night if you would have let him. Your hand tugged him back by his hair. He didn't mind the sting though ready to take your mouth back on his if that's what you wanted.

You didn't say anything sitting up watching his face contort in confusion and worry. With a hand on his chest you guided him to lie down and he submitted to your actions easily, hand over yours as you applied pressure to get him down. Once he was lying down you tugged at his zipper watching the way his stomach sunk in under your touch and the black band of his briefs was slowly exposed. He didn't bother fighting it when you tugged his jeans down along with his briefs.

Taehyung released a grunt in relief as the right denim was finally off and briefs no longer confining his erecrion. He felt heavy on his navel, thick member stiff against his happy trail. Your eyes caught the way his cock twitched at the sudden exposure. You threw his clothes to the floor moving too unzip your skirt and slide it down when he stopped your hand.

"Leave it, I want it on when you're on top," he said, thumb running over your wrist bone soothingly. The corner of your mouth turned upward in a smirk as you nodded. He wants you wearing it when you're on top? Alright.

He didn't know how to react when you turned away from him, straddling his midsection facing away from him and his hands immediately raised to try and touch you. You got on your knees, pussy in his face that he finally got what you wanted to do. He couldn't stop the animalistic growl he let out as his hands gripped your thighs pulling you back into position. Once he had you over him his mouth was on your cunt again, his chin rutting against your clit as his fingers spread you open for him to eat you out.

The only thing to make his movements slow was the softest kitten lick down the length of his cock. It caught him by surprise, balls tightening at the feeling especially when you kissed the vein underneath. With one hand you picked up his member so it was pointed to the ceiling and continued to lather him in your drool letting your mouth and tongue lick around his length. His hips began to move seeking more than just the teasing, fingernails digging into your butt as you slobbered all over him.

Once his length was wet enough you moved to his tip, tongue poking at his slit where a clear drop of precum dribbled out. You licked at it, forcing spit down his head before wrapping your around it fully. Once your mouth adjusted to his girth you began to bob your head up and down, tongue licking along his slit everything you came up before coiling around him when you went down.

Whatever you did felt good to him, his hips began moving to fit more into your mouth slowly. His arms went to your back pulling you flush against him so your butt was sticking out more and right in his face. He kept you locked in around him with one arm while the other went to your hair.

You had a bad gag reflex so it took more effort to not choke and he was bigger than any guy you've ever been with. You took as much of him as possible but your hands did most of the work. When it became too much you lifted your mouth off with a pop, drool lining the way before you moved lower.

Taehyung nearly choked in your essence at the warm and wet tightness trying to suck his testicles. Your mouth licked at the soft flesh despite how full they felt and it had him shaking.

"Aish," he hissed, eyes scrunched as his head fell against your pillows, no longer eating you out like a mad man. He needed a second to enjoy this new feeling, when your tongue licked down to his perineum, the thing like down his balls. Your hand was also jerking him off in just the right way that he was extremely close. As much as he'd like to release just like this he wanted more.  No, needed more and when your actions got bolder he couldn't take it anymore. He liked that it wasn’t a fight for control. It was equal parts in trying to pleasure each other. He wasn’t trying to be the dominant one at the moment. He was just trying to take the pleasure and go along with whatever happened. It felt so much more natural that way than him trying to force you into positions or foreplay you didn’t want to do. You were just as eager to pleasure him too and he had no problem letting you do it.

"Y/n,” he licked his dry lips, “I need you on my cock, now.”

It took you a second to think about what he was asking but he was already guiding you up trying to turn you. You crawled off him feeling his arm trying to hold you by your legs as you stretched over to your nightstand. You didn’t usually buy condoms since you didn’t have a lot of hook ups but Jungkook thought it’d be funny to gift you some after making fun of your dry spell. A true friend, really.

Taehyung took it from you puckering his lips while tearing into the packaging. You leaned over him pressing your lips against his in a quick kiss as he rolled the condom on. Once it was one he was teaching for your hand leading you back over him. He held his member up as you straddled him trying to line your entrance with his tip, skirt hiding the view but draped over his hand. You pulled his lip between your teeth in a gentle nip as you tried moving back to sit over him more.

He smacked his lips disappointedly pouting a little when you pulled away from the kiss. But he hummed in pleasure as you began to lower yourself, his tip sinking into your heat slowly. His hands on your thighs letting you adjust to his size, he had to bite into his bottom lip when your walls kept him snug.

You began to slowly move up and down to speed the stretching process despite the slight discomfort. You could see the struggle he was facing at the wait and honestly you couldn’t wait either. Your hands were on his chest using him for leverage before you gained more rhythm.

Your movement began to include some grinding letting your folds get stimulated with the added movement. His hands were under your skirt groping the rounds of your ass, nails digging into the plump flesh letting his hips buck to match your pace.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted, low deep gasps escaping his lips, “… so tight.”

“Tae,” you whined letting the shortened name slip as your head fell forward, “You feel so good.”

You were breathless, putting more weight on your hands and knees so you could bounce your hips repeatedly, rotating them as best as you could to reach new angles. With the change of rhythm his arm wrapped around your lower back again, pressing you against him making you collapse over him. Your head fell by his neck feeling the tightness of his arms around your waist as he dug his heels into the mattress so he could fuck up into you. He matched your rhythm and the new angle stimulated your clit making you whine softly into his ear.

Your cute little sounds we’re making his hips stutter, “Big—you’re so big,” you moaned into his ear.

He reacted immediately, mouth drawn open trying to find your mouth to kiss but instead for your shoulder, “Gonna cum soon pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you silently mewled, the soft sounds tickling the sweet spot in his ear to the pointer where his hand was pressing into your tailbone and before you knew it you were flipped onto your back. In this new position he reached a deeper level with your legs wrapped around him.

With a few more deep thrusts you were falling apart. Your orgasm hit you in a frenzy, hips twitching over his length feeling your ring of nerves tighten around him.

He ease his cock into you riding out your high but with the way your walls seemed to puffed around him it became too much. It took one more roll of your hips for him to release. He groaned into your ear cumming into the condom, both of you riding the wave for a moment.

After letting you relax around him again Taehyung pulled out gently. You were both covered in a thin layer of sweat but he left tender touches on your shaking thighs moving to lay down next to you. You looked at each other lovingly taking your hand in his kissing your knuckles, “Was that too much?”

You shook your head no in response before turning on your side, “Come here.”

He scooted closer lifting an arm for you to crawl under and wrapped around you holding you to his chest. Taehyung felt like he could think properly again, more clearly and not as lust filled. He stayed quiet for a moment trying to unravel all the details of what you’d told him earlier.

“We did things backwards,” he sighed, his tone was light almost teasing, “I was supposed to take you out to dinner first.”

“What about breakfast?” You asked. He made a face in thought before smiling, squeezing you a little, “Breakfast works.”

You snuggled into him some more as he held you closely. He played with the hand he still held, the one he kissed, intertwining your fingers then separating them only to do it all over again. You couldn’t help but smile at a certain thought, “I thought you were supposed to be mean and hard to approach but you weren’t ever like that with me.”

“Maybe I just liked you since the beginning,” he shrugged not bothering to confirm nor deny the rumors. He was just a private person and he felt comfortable around you enough to open it. He’d been attracted to you all along even when you tried getting him with So Hyun.

And it really was you all along. He still kept his guard up around everyone else and he doesn’t see that changing. If anything he’ll probably distance himself further from people interested him. He wants to respect you and the future of your relationship.

“Just so we’re clear too, no more trying to set me up with your friends,” he said teasingly but serious at the same time, “Because I’m yours, nobody else’s.”

“Am I yours too?” You looked up at him with rounded sparkly eyes. He kissed the tip of your nose, “And nobody else’s.”

You completely missed the ringing of your phone that was left in the living. The text from So Hyun that went unnoticed.

sohyun: I’m sorry for being mean

sohyun: I don’t want us arguing and if y’all like each other I can’t be mad

sohyun: ur my best friend and I luv u

sohyun: ps Jungkook told me u were with taehyung

sohyun: I’m jealous but also :’) happy for u

::.

a/n alright so this isn’t really angsty. I’ve been writing that too much :p

after story reflection: Tae is very much so a tsundere to ppl he’s not close with. you and so hyun are still friends but Tae doesn’t fully trust her bc he doesn’t want to see u get hurt. he is nice to her only for u tho

also we love support jk and jhope who are really just here for their friends and are observers who gas you up when ur insecure

fun fact: I also used to be a barista and honestly such a fun job

I keep writing college au’s even tho I’m a college dropout lmao

y’all the smut was kinda long and it’s funny bc I was writing it while watching the last change days episode 😭💀 like half the time I didn’t even know what I was typing I was just going with the flow

tagged: @here4btsfics @blue-creative-energy

Attention (M)

✑ Summary: playing into your husband’s fantasy is hot until you decide to be a bit of a brat about it.

Pairing: husband!taehyung x reader

AU/genre: fluff, smut, marriage au, pwp

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: dom!taehyung, brat sub!reader, teacher/student roleplay (but my way so just keep that in mind haha), blowjob, breastplay, degradation (taehyung calls reader a sl*t and wh*re), bondage, foreplay, penetration, missionary, riding, doggy style, dirty talk, dick slapping?, daddy kink sneaks out a little, slight impact play, mommy kink sneaks out too but very low-key, reader calls taehyung a good boy and he isn’t for it…, also they kinda get right into it so yup

A/N: I needed a break from my studies and Taehyung has been out here looking like ughghfdjvj…that’s my excuse. Yes the title prob makes no sense but my bad. Okay bye, pls enjoy ;)

You're on your knees. Flimsy black skirt and a plain white button up top. They're both a bit snug on you but that's how your husband likes it. You used to have a red tie knotted around your neck, but it's serving other purposes now; holding your wrists together behind your back.

"Mr. Kim," you peer up at the man. He's leaning against the dresser with his hands in his pocket. A few strands of his soft black hair brush in front of his eyes.

"Do you know why you're here Miss Y/n?” Taehyung asks, voice deep as usual.

"Cause you wanna fuck me?" You smirk, wiggling your chest enough to tease him. Your hands might be restrained but you weren't completely helpless.

Taehyung flickers his eyes down to your breasts and growls when he sees your nipples peaking. You hadn't worn a bra so it was easy to see. "Fucking brat." He strides over to your kneeled position and lowers himself to your level. His hands reach out instantly to squeeze your breasts.

"T-Taehyung!"

"Is that my name sweetheart?" He rolls his thumbs around your nipples, feeling them harden with the friction.

"No Mr. Kim. I'm so-ah!" A cool breeze hits your skin when you find your blouse ripped open. You shiver slightly at your bare state.

"You're a smart girl y/n," Taehyung rasps. He brings his thighs on either side of your waist and presses your chest against his. "I do wanna fuck you. Wanna fuck you dumb." He grinds his cock into your core, reminding you how big he was.

"Mmphm, Mr. Ki-im." You gasp.

"Want this sweetheart?" Taehyung grinds into you again. Wet kisses make its way along the curve of your neck; hungry and wild. "Wanna take this like a greedy, cock deprived slut?"

"I—ah!" You yelp as you feel your back being pushed to the hard floor. Legs involuntarily separate in response, allowing your husband a clear view of your slippery cunt.

"Always so fucking desperate." Taehyung stands up and unbuckles his belt. Cock bounces free, practically throbbing to be inside something. You whimper knowing what it'll feel like between your walls. You've taken Taehyung many times with tears streaming down your face. He was just that big. But you liked it. Hence why you decided to throw on a tight little school uniform on for him; you knew it'd get you fucked like a whore.

"Open your mouth." Taehyung demands, straddling your sides. The head of his cock falls proudly in front of your face but you bite your lip; feigning innocence. "A little late to be acting like you don't want it Ms. Y/n."

Stretching your neck towards him, you swallow and stick your tongue out. It touches the slit of his cock. Taehyung watches you with lust blown eyes and lets out a small groan. You know it'll piss him off but you decide it be fun to keep swirling around the sensitive area, collecting the precum dripping out.

"Sh-shit." Your husband closes his eyes to keep himself from coming early. You're far too pleased with yourself however and start purposefully moaning around him. "Fuck—y/n stop."

You don't stop. You wrap your lips around the head of his length instead, suckling it with determination. As if to counter the filthy action you sparkle your eyes up into his dark ones. You make them as big as you can, hoping to tick him off. Anytime now and he'll-

"I said stop you fucking slut!" The words are barked at you without warning. Taehyung takes his cock from you and slaps it across your cheek. A slight sticky substance smears on your face. "Now, get my dick wet or nothing's going into that needy little cunt."

You widen your mouth at his threat but it's too slow. Or Taehyung's too impatient. Either way his thick length is running in and out of your mouth with a vengeance.

"How's this Ms. Y/n? Having enough cock yet?" Taehyung provokes, hitting the back of your throat. You choke at the intensity of each thrust. "That's right. Fucking choke on it sweetheart."

Eyes glass over with tears as you watch your husband face fuck you. Beads of sweat line his forehead and a vein threatens to pop from his neck any second. He's still wearing his dress shirt but it's looking ragged with all the excitement. One rip is all it'd take to have that smooth, honey-like chest exposed for you to claw at. Too bad your hands are still tied behind your back though.

"Fuck—you're such a bad girl baby. You dressing like this makes me so hard I feel like I'm gonna blow a load within ten seconds." You clench feeling the heavy weight of his length glide faster on your tongue. "But you know that don't you? You like being daddy's personal slut huh?"

The anticipation of his release is killing you. You want him to make you look like such a messy whore that his come fills your mouth and spills down your tits. Then you want him to flip you over, prop your ass up, and fuck you until a burning hot sensation courses through your body.

While in thought, Taehyung takes the opportunity to slip himself out of your mouth. A sting of spit can't help but follow with it.

"But—"

"I think it's wet enough now." Taehyung smirks, moving down your body. He throws your legs over your shoulders and sinks himself into your wet heat.

"Argh fuck!" Your hips buck at the intrusion in pleasure. "Harder daddy harder! You're always so fucking big—fuck!"

"What a filthy mouth on you Ms. Y/n." His cock plows through your cunt deeper. "No one taught you any manners?"

"Shut—ah shit—shut the fuck up T-Taehyung!" You spat, too caught up in the way his cock's making you feel to care.

"Still wanna be a rude little brat." Your husband brings his arms underneath your back and lifts you into an upright position. He makes sure to your supported before roughly thrusting up into your cunt. Your breasts bounce to the rhythm he sets, tempting him to go faster.

"Oh god Taehyung! Taehyung fu—"

"Come on sweetheart. You wanna be fucked like a slutty whore yeah? So tell me how it feels."

"I-I can't—"

"What a shame. Need more darling?" Taehyung grips you stronger before pushing his whole length into your walls to meet your g-spot. A sharp moan escapes for you in reply and you begin uncontrollably moving with him. "Ah shit! Keep going!"

As if you could stop it, you lift yourself up and down his cock, ferociously chasing your high. Everything's going sinfully good until Taehyung takes one of your breasts in between his lips mid-thrust.

"Arghh, that's a good boy Taehyung!"

"What did you call me?" If you'd been paying attention, you would have noticed the new streak of dominance shadowing over your husband's face. Taehyung releases your breast and stops moving his hips but you keep going; unaware.

"Good boy Taehyung, good bo—ahh!"

You squeal when you're thrown off his cock and turned on your stomach. The bottom of your skirt is flipped up without hesitation once your ass is positioned nice and high in the air.

"Taehyung what—fuck!" A large hand meets the skin of your asscheeks, causing a loud crack to break through the room.

"You don't call me that sweetheart. Ever." His cock plunges back into your pussy at that. Taehyung bends over your form soon after, nearly splitting you apart. Whines flood out of you as you take him at a new angle.

"I'm almost there!" You cry as you feel yourself close to releasing.

"Yeah? Should I pull out then? Brats like you shouldn't get what they want after all."

"No! Please! Don't pull out."

"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't."

"B-Because I'll never fuck you again if you do!"

Your husband snorts at your response. "I'd like to see you try Ms. Y/n. You can't last a day without my cock. Which is why you decided to throw this godforsaken outfit on. Too bad you can't act the part though."

"What do you mean I can't act the part? I think I did fine seeing as you had your cock down my throat within the first five minutes."

"That's 'cause you were acting like a fucking—shit—brat! Shaking your breasts at me like you knew it'd tick me the hell off."

"Oh my apologies Mr. Kim, I didn't realize you want someone chaste and restrained. Did you want me to bat my e-eyelashes at you and ask you to teach me how to come for the first time?"

"Fuck. I wouldn't say no." Taehyung nips at a corner of your earlobe. "It would take us back to our first time in the back of my car wouldn't it? You were so fucking shy for such a dirty girl."

"I was being cautiou—argh Taehyung, Taehyung!"

A cord snaps in you as hot cum drips over your husband's length and some down your thighs. Taehyung feels it cover over him and grows feral at the contact. His breaths turn into aggressive pants in your ear and you think you're going to come again solely from the sound.

"Shit baby, shit. I'm so fucking close because of you and your perfect body."

"So be a good boy and come in mommy."

If that didn't throw him off the edge nothing else would. The next words coming out of your mouth was nothing but profanity and broken sentences that were pretty much gibberish. Your husband's come finally shot into your cunt less than two minutes later; a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

After a few minutes of post-orgasmic bliss, your husband pulls himself out of you. He reaches for your wrists and quickly unties the silk binding your hands together. You roll over on your back, sweaty and sore.

"That was fun baby." Taehyung hovers over your body and presses a heated kiss to your lips. You allow his tongue to slip in for a minute before shoving him off.

"You left my clothes on and had my hands tied behind my back while you fucked me for nearly an hour."

"I'm sorry, do you want me to draw you a bath?"

"No," you grab the tie and scrunch it in your hand. "You don't get away that easy tiger."

"Again?" Taehyung quirks an eyebrow at your playfully, knowing what you want.

You let out a small growl and jump on top of him, pinning him on his back. The buttons of his dress shirt fly off in random directions as you pry his shirt open. "If you think you can handle it."

A/N: Ik it's shorter but let me know how you liked this one. Now, back to writing my paper. *sigh* 😐😂

Masterlist

- thursday, 11.07pm [taehyung]

‘‘Tell me,’‘ he whispered, lips brushing against the curve of your ear. 

You squeezed your eyes shut to try and focus on anything besides him. How well he stretched you, how good he felt inside of you. You tried to not squeeze around him, while simultaneously becoming even more hyper-aware of where his body touched yours. 

You couldn’t think straight, the yearning you felt for him in this moment physically hurt.

Taehyung grunted, then stilled the movement of his hips after one hard thrust. The slap of skin on skin echoed around the room that suddenly became silent.

‘’Open your eyes,” he ordered, voice breathy.

You whimpered involuntairly, suddenly unsure of yourself. Why did he stop? What did he want you to do to feel him move inside of you again?

“I said,” he thrust into you once, “who does this,” twice, “belong to?” Three times.

“You,” the word was on your tongue without a moments hesitation.

Taehyung shook his head, closing the already small space between your lips. Now when he spoke, his lips brushed against yours.

“Who?”

“You.”

Taehyung sighed in disapproval. He began to ease out of you, inch by painful inch. The emptiness he left was too much, you needed to be filled again. You needed to feel all of him inside of you. 

You tried to raise your hips to not lose him, but he looked up at you the moment he felt what you were doing. That stern look stilled you instantly.

‘‘Tell me,’‘ he repeated.

At this point, you were almost empty again.

‘‘Who does this sweet, wet cunt belong to?”

You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling the empty ache inside of you with each inch you lost of him.

“You, daddy.”

Taehyung moaned, bucking his hips back into you involuntairly. 

“Its yours, daddy. To touch and lick and use as you please.”

“Fuck.”

not mine alone | kth

pairing: idol au!taehyung x staff!reader warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), edging, jealousy, fuckbuddies but ~ someone ~ has feelings, possessiveness. word count: 0.9k note: hello my dear readers 🫶🏼 take this as a (not really) parting gift from me—i'm starting classes again, which means i will not be writing/updating as often until dec. there will still be the occasional new fic in the coming months (perhaps 1-2 a month?), but my established frequency of posting is unsustainable while i am in hell grad school. i do hope you stick around, but understand if you don’t! love y’all ~ and fear not, i will still be unleashing chaos on this site whenever i get a chance. [also, i hope to come back to this tae w/ a part 2 soon!]

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“I—don’t—like—how Jin—flirted with you."

You gasp as Taehyung fills you with one smooth, fluid motion, entering you swiftly. There's almost no resistance, because he's been teasing you for almost half an hour, his fingers dancing at your entrance and toying with your clit. Working you toward your peak, agonizingly slowly, and then dropping you from the near-highest point. You're so wet you could fill buckets, so wet that Taehyung feels strings of arousal dripping down your inner thighs.

"Too bad," you choke out, your words stretching into a moan as he begins thrusting into you. Hard, fast, urgent. "We're not together, Taehyung."

Taehyung feels his heartbeat thump in protest at your words, a familiar unease swelling in his chest. The same feeling that overwhelmed him when he spotted you earlier in the lounge with his Seokjin hyung, laughing shyly at his jokes and playfully smacking his shoulder.

Stupid Seokjin hyung, and his stupid broad shoulders, and his stupid old ahjusshi jokes that made you laugh until you cried. 

Who's laughing now? he thinks smugly, thrusting into you so hard that the dresser smacks not once, not twice, but over and over again against the wall, a soothing rhythm that finally settles Taehyung's frayed nerves and stops his pulse from pounding in his head. 

You cry out, loud, pressing your head into your forearms. “Yeah, fuck, give it to me—ah, Taehyung—“

"You're mine," he grunts, his hands sliding from your waist to your tits, tweaking and pinching the stiff buds there until your knees grow weak. "We may not be—fuck—together, but you're fucking mine. Not Seokjin hyung's, not anyone's but mine."

You're not his girlfriend. The two of you had made that more than clear when you first began whatever it is you're doing, the first time Taehyung fucked you to pieces six months ago. Officially, staff members aren't permitted to fraternize with the talent in any way outside of a professional capacity. As the executive assistant to his manager, you're responsible for coordinating and managing Taehyung's schedule—and nothing else. 

Taehyung knew this. Knows this. But after months of you showing up to his every scheduled activity, looking irresistible even in your nondescript work clothes, smelling so damn good every time you came within spitting distance of him—he finally gave in to his demons. He likes to think he seduced you, though you'd laugh right in his face if he said it out loud.

"I don't get seduced," you'd say, crossing your arms across that chest he spends most of his day thinking about. "All I did was give you the time of day. Since you're so goddamn stubborn."

He's not jealous or stubborn by nature—he's the oldest sibling in his family, used to sharing and giving in, used to being part of a team. But for some reason, when he first caught you and Seokjin locking eyes across the room, and then later when he heard the two of you chatting and laughing after the show—he found himself growing inexplicably bitter, enraged, so much so that he didn't even bid the staff and other members good night before leaving the venue.

He just wanted, needed, to prove to everyone that you're his. He knows better, and his hyungs would certainly scold him if they ever heard him speak of a woman this way, but he wants to own you. To claim you.

"Oh, I know I'm not Seokjin's," you hiss as he chases your release, skin slapping against skin. "Seokjin would never treat me this way. Like I'm a dirty—ah, Taehyung, right there—dirty little secret."

Taehyung's too lost in you, too drunk with pleasure, to dwell on your words for very long, though he surely isn't imagining the slight edge in your voice. With one final press to your clit, one final thrust, you're unraveling beneath him, whining his name as you brace against the dresser’s edge. He presses his chest to your glistening back and thrusts once, twice, and then he's coming too, groaning unintelligibly as he releases himself into the condom, his fingers grasping at the flesh on your hips.

It's only later, once you collapse into a sweaty, tangled heap on top of his hotel bed, that he thinks to ask.

"What did you mean, dirty little secret?"

It comes out soft, unexpectedly vulnerable. He curses himself silently. He knows the boundaries. The two of you don't talk like this, don't share like this. You're fuckbuddies. Nothing more.

And he can't have anything more, even if he wanted it. The only thing that comforts him now is that Seokjin can't, either. Not without you breaking your employment contract. Not without you giving up your job.

"That's what I am, Taehyung," you sigh, curling away from him, pulling your knees up by your chest. "You know that. I didn't mean anything by it. Just wanted to get a rise out of you is all. Heat of the moment."

You're only a few inches away from him on the bed, but the distance suddenly feels impenetrable; he's a vast expanse of desert away from the oasis, eyes focused on the bare skin of your back. He swallows and turns over, staring at the ceiling. 

"Okay." He pauses, debates internally, then murmurs, "Are you into Seokjin hyung?"

You scoff and roll off the bed, getting to your feet. "I'm going to shower," you say, in lieu of a response, and then you're shutting the door, and Taehyung’s alone in the dark, hearing nothing but the sound of running water hitting porcelain.

Fill You Up

Fill You Up Ship: Taehyung | Pregnant!Reader Description: Your husband’s been very horny since you got pregnant. Warnings: IMPREGNATION KINK! Married Couple, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Fluff OMG, Lactating, Pregnancy Kink (seems redundant but you’ll see), PWP Word Count: 1,242 A/N: Short but oh well! Hope you enjoy!

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wanna make a movie | kth

The one time you fucked Taehyung was a fluke, and it will never happen ever again in a million years. Never ever ever. Right? RIGHT??

» pairing: taehyung x reader (from "wanna fuck on camera")

» genre: BTS | 18+ | frenemies to lovers | smut | a bit of fluff kinda

» wc/date: 3.7k | september 2022

» warnings: i meannn they're making a sex tape soooo | cunnilingus | unprotected vaginal sex | fingering | tae's pull out game strong 💪🏽 | cumshot | tae is Annoying but Hot | i definitely didn't edit this LOL SORRY

» notes: shoutout to this person for the video, we owe them big time 🤪 i recommend reading "wanna fuck on camera" first, but this can work as a standalone

» masterlist | ao3 | join my taglist

» what was jai listening to? movie star - cix

“I already told you I’m not posing for nudes, asshole. Is the one you took of me not enough for you? Hmm?”

Taehyung grinned as he popped out the flip screen on his camera. “I don’t want to take photos of you. I want to film you.”

He was such a piece of shit. He really was. Since your ridiculous entanglement with Taehyung during Hoseok’s birthday party, Taehyung hadn’t left you alone. It was worse than before; he suddenly believed fucking him gave him a free pass to get on your nerves even more than he had to begin with. 

You hated it and you hated him. That was all there was to it. 

Crossing your arms against your chest, you glared at the man as he fiddled with the camcorder. This was infinitely worse than the film camera debacle. You didn’t even want to consider what he’d done with the photo of you cumming on his fingers. The thought of him having it made you shiver. 

“Film me doing what?” You immediately regretted the question when it left your lips and Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up. The smug, shit-eating grin on his face was almost unbearable. 

“Well, babe-” 

“Do not call me that.” 

“Well, Y/N.” He gave you a pointed look. “I need to diversify my portfolio and the only thing I’m missing is erotic art.” 

You scoffed and crossed your legs. At this point, you were a pretzel sitting on the edge of Taehyung’s couch. “You’re disgusting.” 

“Thank you,” he said with a sweet smile. “But I promise what I have planned isn’t as ‘disgusting’ as you probably think.” 

You didn’t trust him for shit, but you liked the idea of hearing what he had to say even if only to shut him down. You were looking for every reason to shit on his massive ego, maybe because you were embarrassed that you gave in to him when you said you wouldn’t. 

It was a fluke, though. A moment of bad judgment. You were thinking with your pussy. But not anymore. Nope. 

Fool me once, shame on you.

“What are your twisted little plans then, TaTa?” You shifted slightly when Taehyung moved to sit down next to you on the couch, forcing you up against the arm of the couch and giving you very little room. 

“Have you ever done a striptease before?” 

“I fucking told you I am not doing nudes.” 

Taehyung swiftly grabbed your jaw and turned your head to face him. The forced action made you gasp quietly, just enough to release a breathy sound when you exhaled. He watched you for a moment with the tip of his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. “Fucking listen to me, yeah?” 

You could do nothing but nod, your eyes glued to his parted lips. 

“I don’t need you to be naked. I just need some shots of you taking off your clothes.” You opened your mouth to protest, but Taehyung squeezed your jaw tighter. “Headless shots, okay? Nothing identifiable. No nudity. Think of it as like an OnlyFans teaser, but make it hipster. Slap on a grainy, sepia filter. Or maybe a soft pink glow. I haven’t decided yet.” 

You were barely listening to him, most of your focus on how his hand had slowly let go of your face and migrated down to your throat. Your heartbeat spiked beneath his fingers. 

“Why are you asking me to do this?” 

Taehyung pulled away and returned to examining his camera settings. “Everyone I know who’d be down to do this would try to fuck me. Considering the theme, and everything. It would be so distracting.” He looked up at you through his fluffy bangs with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. “You’re hot and would never fuck me, as you’ve made very clear.” He paused for a moment, tapping his finger against his lips. “Well, not a second time.” 

And there was that stupid fucking boxy grin again. 

“Oh shut the fuck up.” You were tired of playing games. “How much are you going to pay me?” 

“Depends on how good the shots are.” 

“Whatever. Let’s get this over with,” you huffed. 

Taehyung hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t make a move to get up. His fingers brushed along the outside of your thigh until he reached the waistband of your leggings. You fought the urge to squirm in your seat, instead doing your best to mindfully breathe and keep your fists squeezed against the couch cushions. 

“What are you wearing under here?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You challenged him through gritted teeth. 

Taehyung leaned forward until his breath caressed the side of your face. “I’m about to find out.” 

With that, Taehyung stood up and held his hand out for you to take. You swatted him away, perfectly capable of getting up on your own and following him into his bedroom. To say his bedroom looked like a porno setup was no exaggeration. A large studio light stood in the corner, the head pointed toward the bed. Another camera sat on a tripod on the opposite side of the room, though it was pointed away from the bed. LED lights wrapped around the high ceilings cast the room a soft lavender glow. 

“Are you kidding me?” You stood in the doorway with your hands on your hips. 

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Do you see how small my apartment is? I have nowhere else to store my equipment when I’m not using it. Relax and come here.” 

Grabbing you by the shoulders, Taehyung positioned you in front of a standing mirror that stood against the wall directly across from his bed. He took a step back to examine your placement, making a few adjustments until he got you where he wanted you. 

“Satisfied?” Your skin was tingling from his firm touch as he shuffled you around. It was just your body reacting to skin-on-skin contact. That was all. It was just… nature. Science. Whatever. 

“Very,” he said with a wink that you did a poor job of brushing off. The burning heat of embarrassment creeping up your body only intensified as you watched Taehyung sit at the foot of his bed. With his camcorder in hand, he leaned back far enough to get the angle he wanted. It was harmless, really. He was just a struggling artist trying to make his mark in the world, that’s all. And you were half-heartedly helping him. 

So if that was the case, why was watching Taehyung’s biceps flex as he held the camera and his thighs spread making you wet? 

You cleared your throat and looked away from the man splayed out on his bed like he was the one being filmed, not you. “What am I supposed to do now?” 

Taehyung reached up to run his fingers through his hair and flip his bangs to the side. All you could think about was how you knew tugging on those wavy strands would make him moan. 

“Start with your shirt. Wait, no, not like that.”

You had one arm out and froze. “Like what?” 

“Do it sexier.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” 

“Oh, come on. Stop relying on that silver tongue and seduce me.”

Was it possible to feel like all your blood had drained out of your body and that all the blood in your body had gone to your head? 

“Fine,” you snapped, readjusting your shirt. The positive side to all of this was that as you slowly lifted your shirt over your head, you could revel in the fact that you knew Taehyung wanted you and he could never have you. 

Well, never again. 

But maybe that made it even better. He got a taste and you were denying him more. You had all the fucking power! 

You put in a little more effort to be sensual as you let your shirt fall to the floor. The red lace bra you wore lifted up a bit, exposing the underside of your tits, but you didn’t move to fix it like you normally would. Instead, you ran your hands over your exposed skin, even your own light touches causing goosebumps to form all over. It didn’t help that it was cold in Taehyung’s apartment. You wondered how high quality his camera was. If it was even half decent, it would pick up on how see-through the fabric was over your tits. It left little for the imagination, but Taehyung had already had your nipples in his mouth. 

The little asshole was leaned back again, shifting slightly to capture your best angles as you reached for the waistband of your leggings. You made the mistake of looking at his face rather than the camera lens. His tongue swept over his bottom lip as you slid your leggings down; you quickly looked away. 

This was just a favor. A favor for an art project. That was it. 

Bending at the waist meant you exposed the fact that you were wearing a rather skimpy thong - red lace, just like your bra. Adjusting your stance made your thighs rub together and you fought the urge to look down for fear that your underwear would be stained a dark red from how wet you were. 

A quiet groan from the bed made you look up at your photographer once again. His bottom lip was bitten between his teeth, but he immediately released it when he saw you looking. The two of you locked eyes as your bodies froze. 

“Why are you fucking wearing red lace?” 

You opened your mouth to speak but your brain couldn’t think of any response aside from the truth. And there was no way you were telling him the truth. There was no way you were telling Taehyung that you’d worn a matching set just in case something happened. Because nothing was supposed to happen.

Instead, you deflected. 

“Why are you hard right now?” 

You both looked down at the very prominent bulge that had grown in Taehyung’s jeans. He used his free hand to palm his cock and attempt to adjust it into a more comfortable position. 

“Why are you wet right now?” 

Now it was your turn. You finally dared to look at yourself, not surprised but still horrified to find your arousal soaking through the flimsy material of your thong. 

Taehyung lifted slightly so he was propped up on his elbows, the camera still positioned on you. You really prayed he wasn’t planning to use any audio for this video. Like as if that’s what mattered at the moment. 

“You’re so into this,” he said smugly. 

“No, I’m not.” Your rebuttal was weak, so weak it felt foreign coming from someone with a “silver tongue” like you. But when you watched Taehyung get up from the bed, your rebuttal wasn’t the only thing about you that was weak. 

“You’re not?” Taehyung pointed the camera toward your thighs as he reached down to press his thumb against your clit through your thong. You let out a shaky moan and felt more of your arousal soak your thong. “Sounds like you are. Feels like you are.” Taehyung fully palmed your pussy, pressing his fingers against your entrance. The action made your legs tremble and you squeezed his bicep for support. 

“Fuck you,” you hissed and dug your nails into his skin. 

“Heard that one before.” He shot you a wink. “And to think you got mad about the photo I took of you. If I’d known you’d get this wet for me so quickly, I would have brought this with me instead.” 

His taunting reminded you of the camcorder he still held in his hand. It was pointed downward as Taehyung hooked his finger into the waistband of your thong and pulled it down just enough for his fingers to dip inside your wet folds. 

“Taehyung,” you moaned when he thrust two fingers inside of you. The squelching sound your pussy made was sure to have been picked up by the camera. 

“Yeah, baby? You like that?” He pressed hard into your front wall repeatedly, the fluttering sensation making you reach for his shoulder with your other hand to stabilize yourself. “Like being my little movie star?” 

You wanted to cry when he pulled his fingers out of you, and your entire body shuddered when you felt him wipe his fingers on the inside of your thigh. The worry that he was only going to tease you to rub the whole thing in your face flashed into your mind, but it was quickly squashed once Taehyung was pressing the camera into your hands. 

“Like this.” He positioned you to point the camera downwards. 

“Wha-” 

Ignoring your confusion, Taehyung dropped to his knees, dragging your thong down your thighs as he went. The camera shook in your hands as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder. You could have came just from the way he looked up at you from between your thighs. How many times had you imagined this moment? More than you were willing to admit. And for all the fantasizing, you were lucky that it was even better than what you could have come up with on your own. He brushed his bangs out of the way and tilted his head so you had a clear view of his face as he ran his tongue flat against your lips. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. 

Taehyung reached up to grab your hand, stabilizing the camera. “Hold still for me, okay baby? You gotta hold still.” When he spoke his lips brushed against your skin, causing your arousal to stick in thin strings to his glistening mouth. 

Once your shaking subsided, Taehyung’s hands slid down to grab your ass. With his grip on you tight, he pulled you against his mouth. A hard suck to your clit made your hands tremble. By the time Taehyung began swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit in tight circles, you were shaking again. He had to reach up to hold your hand to stabilize the camera again. 

“I-I-I can’t,” you began to sob and shake your head. You had to wrap your fingers in Taehyung’s waves to focus the pressure of your building orgasm into something other than squeezing the fuck out of the camera in your other hand. Of course, each tug of his hair made Taehyung’s lovely baritone voice moan into your pussy, the vibrations pulsing through every nerve in your body. 

“Yes, you can.” The words came out breathy and hoarse in between hard sucks and kitten licks against your clit. You were close to believing in his faith in you until he slipped two fingers into your soaked pussy. 

“I’m…” You paused to suck in a deep breath as he pumped a mind-numbingly fast rhythm against your g-spot, “I’m gonna fall over.” 

“Nuhh uhh.” Taehyung scooted forward, pushing you backward until your back hit the mirror. 

You leaned against the mirror for support as your orgasm ripped through you so violently you would have dropped the camcorder if it weren’t for Taehyung holding it up with you. He kept his eyes focused on you as he licked one final stripe up your lips, cleaning up your arousal until he was the one messy with it all over his face. 

“God, I wish you’d let me record your face when you cum,” Taehyung groaned into the back of his hand as he wiped his mouth. He reached out to take the camera from you and laughed at the way your hands shook. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look.”

You should have been upset. Taehyung now had footage of himself eating your pussy. Sure, no one would be able to tell that it was you, but still… That was something very intimate. 

Yet you couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered when he’d called you his movie star. Hearing “beautiful” come tumbling from his filthy lips wasn’t too bad, either. 

“No chance in hell, creep.” You crossed your arms against your chest to punctuate the statement. You didn’t have a chance to say anything more; Taehyung quickly shut you up with his lips slotted against yours. You allowed him to lick at your mouth and swirled your tongue against his, humming at the taste of yourself on him. 

“Always so difficult.” He tossed the accusation at you as he pulled away. Using his free arm, Taehyung scooped you over his shoulder. “Y’know, the meaner you are to me the more I want to rearrange your guts.” 

You let out a gag as Taehyung tossed you onto the bed, bouncing into place in the middle. “You did not just say that.” Whatever else you wanted to insult him over died on your lips as you watched Taehyung strip. 

“Come on, Director. Take a video. It’ll last longer.” 

He gestured to the camera still recording as he unbuttoned his jeans, his taunting parallel to how harsh you’d been to him at Hoseok’s party. You were mean to him, but only because he could take it. And maybe, just maybe, you had the hots for getting him riled up, just as he did for you. 

It felt unbelievably dirty recording Taehyung as he stood at the end of the bed with his thumb rolling precum around the tip of his cock, but something about it made your pussy flutter to life once again. It didn’t help that he shot the camera a wink as he did one final pump before he was kneeling on the bed in front of you. 

“Turn around,” he commanded, twirling his finger around to direct you. 

“I liked you better when you were crying and begging for me like a good boy.” 

You glowered at him as you turned around. Taehyung’s hand quickly came down to press down your back, forcing your upper body into the mattress and keeping you on your knees. He spread you out as far as he could, the mattress muffling a groan when you felt him hook a finger in your pussy just to make you shake. 

“I can still be a good boy for you like this,” he whispered against your skin as he bent down to kiss along your spine. You shivered in response, biting your tongue to keep in your moans as you felt Taehyung swish his cock around your slickness. “But since you don’t want me documenting your gorgeous face, your fat ass will have to do.” 

Before you could snort another insult towards his disgusting behavior, Taehyung sunk his cock so slowly you could hear the gushing sound when he bottomed out. 

“Fuck, you sound so good, fuck.” Taehyung moaned as he began thrusting into you, each wet slap of his hips colliding with your ass fueling his desire to speed up. 

You twisted around to watch him lift the camcorder to the perfect angle to capture the way your pussy sucked him in with ease, each pullback evidence of how tightly you gripped him. Throwing your dignity to the wind, you decided to play the part. Hooking your legs with his, you ground against him as he thrust into you, forcing your bodies against each other even harder as you established an equal rhythm. 

“Shit, just like that,” Taehyung moaned, removing his hand from your waist and leaning back slightly to let you take over. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Fuck, yes.” 

“Touch me, Tae.” As much as it was a moan, it was most definitely a demand. 

And like the good boy he promised to be, Taehyung quickly brought his free hand around to play with your clit. The stimulation was enough to push you over the edge a second time, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t purposefully scream a little bit louder than necessary just because you were on camera now. If Taehyung knew, he seemed to not care. 

If anything, it made him even more vocal. And maybe he was putting on his own show because instead of releasing inside of you, he quickly pulled out of you to pump his cum all over your ass. 

“Y/N…” Taehyung slowly got up from the bed to get a washcloth to clean you off. You tilted your head to watch him, smug with the satisfaction of seeing that he wobbled a little bit as he walked. Even his hands shook when he worked to clean you up. 

“What?” You sat up once he was done, wincing at the slight ache of your thighs from how hard he’d pounded into you. 

Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed with the dazed look of a man who’d just gotten the soul fucked out of him. “I think I’m in love with you.” 

You snorted, but Taehyung leaned forward to cup your face. 

“I’m so serious right now.” 

“You’re just fucked out.” 

Taehyung pouted, eyebrows deeply creased. “This is post-nut clarity. I know what I’m about.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the seriousness of his expression, especially as he sat with his softening cock and his messy hair, cheeks and lips still pink. It was so unbelievably endearing and you fucking hated it. 

“This isn’t funny, Y/N.” 

All along, your (alleged) goal was to damage Taehyung’s ego. And now that you had the opportunity to, the little creep was tugging at your heartstrings in a way you hadn’t expected at all. 

“You don’t have to love me back,” he said with a sigh. “I just needed to get it off my chest.” 

Reaching for his hair, you tugged Taehyung mid-moan into a slow kiss that meant less about being sexy and more about taking away the stressed look on his face. Your fingers skirted along his jaw, holding him in place as you deepened the kiss. 

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You kept a hold of his hair even after you broke the kiss. 

“Yes, thank you.” Taehyung grinned and you felt your stomach flutter once again. 

Pulling him close, you pressed your lips against the crook of Taehyung’s neck. The feeling of his strong arms holding you close made you tremble. “You’re lucky I’m into guys who are assholes.”

Maybe it wasn’t the “I love you” someone else would expect, but Taehyung understood you better than you knew.

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maybe i do: “peanut butter & business trips” | kth. (m)

➵ summary: when your husband must attend to long-term business overseas during the peak of your pregnancy, it’s an unsettling change, but even distance can’t seem to tear your love apart.

↳ part of the maybe i do series!

this drabble can be read as a stand alone, but it is highly recommended to read the series!

➵ pairing: ceo!taehyung x wife!reader

➵ genre: arranged marriage!au, established relationship!au, comedy, fluff, smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 12k

➵ warnings: swearing, slight attachment issues but in a fluffy way <3, casual nakey-ness, loads of pregnancy talk/some insecurities, small mentions of depression and loneliness, explicit sexual content, dirty but mushy talk, D/s relationship, dom!tae, big dicc!tae, sub!reader, bathtub/goodbye sex, phone sex, female masturbation, pillow-riding, marking, reunion sex, mushy but pASSIONATE love-making in missionary 😋 <3

➵ a/n: please excuse the ridiculous word count, i’m attempting to work through writing a sequel for the maybe i do series, so these “drabbles” are just me experimenting with the content! i’ll provide more details when I can heheh <33 i hope you enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated!

9:45PM: taehyung 

9:45PM: babyyyyy

9:46PM: my husbiebun 

9:47PM: if you haven’t left work yet can you please get me peanut butter cups on your way home? 

9:48PM: i’m craving them 🥺

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↳ Index [Day 10 - Car Sex]

Pairing: Brat Switch!Taehyung x Dom Switch!Reader

Kinks: car sex, public(ish) sex, angry sex (they fight and then fuck, you get me?), Sadism & Masochism, hair pulling, biting, dirty talk, protected vaginal penetrative sex, cuddles for aftercare

Wordcount: 3.5k

a/n: all you besties wanted was brat!tae hahaha and i am here to deliver because brat!tae can be something so beautiful. enjoy, this is very horny 💙

The door to the restaurant slams closed, leaving the guests inside shocked to their core. Their eyes are focused on the couple currently fighting outside, whispered conversations about what they could possibly fight about fill the room. 

You don’t notice the stares, way too busy hurrying after Taehyung after he stormed out of the restaurant in big steps.

“So now we’re slamming doors in public?” you bark at him.

Taehyung whips around, “it slipped outta my hand”, he snarls. 

“Yeah sure, like how our trip just so happens to have slipped outta your mind, yeah?” 

“Oh my god, I told you. I mixed up the weekends.”

“You know what? You and your stupid excuses annoy the fuck outta me”, you spit, bumping shoulders with him as you stomp away to your car. 

“What do you want from me?” Taehyung runs after you, trying to touch your arm but you flinch away. 

“Don’t touch me”, you snarl, sending him the iciest look ever. 

But Taehyung doesn’t want to back down. He is stubborn himself and terribly pissed that you called him a bad boyfriend in front of the entire restaurant. 

“What do you want from me?” he growls, “I told you that I mixed them up, didn’t I? You know how I am, I’m always mixing up all my dates, you know that.”

“I’ve been planning this shit since March, Taehyung. March.”

“Yeah and I’m still planning to go! Fuck’s sake, I’m trying to tell you that Imma tell Jimin we have to move the trip back by a week! Why aren’t you listening to me?!” he dares to raise his voice just slightly, regretting it the instant your eyes lower in disappointment. 

You take a step back and turn around wordlessly. 

“Babe, I didn’t mean it. Hey, come back”, he says, running after you.

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SUGAR MOON 🍨 kim taehyung.

pair. art student! taehyung x fem! reader | genre. paris in the 50’s, arranged marriage, angst, romance, smut | warnings. profanity, smoking, possessiveness, pet names, jealousy, unprotected intercourse, oral sex, masturbation, fingering, age gap, breeding kink, virgin mc | word count. 7.1k

synopsis. “tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?” or kim taehyung won’t let anyone else have you. you’ve been promised to him, after all.

A small life, a small happiness.

These were the things that had been promised to you by your parents, Taehyung didn’t doubt it one fucking bit. Nothing had been shown to you, nothing he could use, nothing to stimulate that pretty little mind of yours. You were a blank canvas.

Someone he could taint. His womanizer ways had done their rounds across Paris, but no one ever actually thought there would come a time where Kim Taehyung, successor of the Kim’s and their jewelry empire, a business booming since the early 20’s, would settle down. They were wrong, of course.

Taehyung wasn’t planning on getting married and staying married, especially to such an inexperienced girl such as yourself, fresh out of her private academy, and working under her daddy as a typist, a receptionist. At least not at first. Not until he met with you in person.

Then, he couldn’t wait. After that first meeting, witnessing your shaking hands and soft voice as you greeted him—you had his cock leaking in seconds. No other woman had elicited such a reaction out of him, none that mattered. None he could remember the name of. So, naturally, he was attracted. Challenged. Interested.

It was a brief brunch, and an extremely pretentious one. Taehyung’s fingers had been itching for a cigarette the entire time, as your mother went on and on about your excellent grades and general impression. His father, an always serious man, all about his money and good name, had managed to snick cognac in his coffee without anyone noticing—anyone except you.

Taehyung’s eyes had caught your amused ones, as you rose a satin gloved hand to your red lips, pressing two digits against that beautiful mouth to keep you from laughing. He fell back on his chair then, manspreading even further, playing with the serviette in his hand, watching you closely.

You hadn’t touched your food. Out of nervousness, perhaps. He liked his women to eat, to indulge themselves in whatever pleases them most. You’d learn that. What else, then… your pinned hair, perfectly styled to fit the shape of your face, your cute nose, and rosy cheeks. The modest neckline of your dress. Hiding just enough, leaving the rest up to the imagination. Carefully chosen he concludes. By the mother. For this engagement.

What a fucking joke. He hated pretending the most. He was an artist; a free mind, someone that couldn’t be caged, someone that did not do well in circumstances as preposterous as these, so staged, so rehearsed, so—fake. If he had it his way, and his father knows this the best, he’d take you away from this table, away from all this boring talk between parents, a bidding war he’s afraid, for what price you’d be sold to him for. Well, that can’t have you feeling comfortable, and no one would want his fiancée to be dreading her own wedding day, would they?

He’s doing it for your future, he reasons.

“Excuse us, esteemed relatives,” he cuts his mother off, and stands up, mischievous gaze piercing through you. “We have greater matters to attend, don’t we sweetheart?”

You blushed immediately under the attention, clearly never having gone against anything in your life. A rule player, staying inside the box. Taehyung wanted to cut that box open, tear through it like a Christmas present, and pick you up, play with you for hours, steal that virginity, that innocence away.

It was at that first meeting, that he took you to his favorite bakery, bought you pain au chocolat, and watched you eat as he smoked, hot chocolate staining your top lip a delicious dark color. Taehyung chuckled at your child like reaction upon noticing your new bittersweet mustache, and decided he’d kiss you that day. Not then, you’d probably run off on him if he’d done it then.

“Have you no decency to tell me of my state?” You smack him playfully on the arm, and his smirk only deepens.

“And miss that adorable look on your face? Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Later. At his house, maybe, after he’s certain of your hold on him, and wants to explore it more. Explore you more. The fabric of your dress was hugging your waist exquisitely, dangerously, those heels doing nothing for you next to him. Eight years of a difference, yet he’s known of you for so long. Has seen you from afar, a mere girl with pigtails, no one he’d pay any mind to, just a shadowy figure in the background of his life, but always the promise hung; the promise between your families, the inevitable elopement.

But you were a tough woman, weren’t you? You made him fight for you. There had been a shy goodbye and then your back, walking away from him in a hurry, afraid to stick around for any more that you’d already have. That had been for the better, Taehyung mused to himself over another of many, many a cigarette. Tobacco had been a friend of his since the young age of seventeen, a way to fit in with the other teenagers and their self destructing tendencies. He had those too, he convinced himself. He had those too, but he also had his pencils and papers.

Taehyung had his art, and his music, and he was never alone. He’d witnessed no death, no poverty, no war, and so for that reason he was an insufferable dreamer, a delicate person. But he tried to see those things, tried to be a part of it all, to help, or to imitate—naturally, those people had taken and taken and taken from him, had used him for his warmth, his money, and reassured future, as they had to, at some point, unfortunately return back to their tiny, freezing apartments to starve and work minimum wage industrial jobs as he remained free to parade around Paris, wearing his expensive tailored suits and leather boots, studying art, not a care in the fucking world.

He was aware of this, too. It made no difference. He came from a family of immigrants, people who put in a great deal of effort to their endeavors. His father alongside his uncle had opened their first jewelry shop in 1922, amidst terrible, dark times, catering exclusively to the rich folk of Paris, investing every last penny they had to them, until the favor was returned. Now, boutiques across France, across Europe. Thirty-four years later.

All the whorehouses in Paris could not have prepared him for what he was about find out. For he’s never been truly jealous of anyone, has had no insecurities, no doubt of who he was. Taehyung was wanted by both men and women, divulged in sexual acts with all who interested him, never particularly caring for gender or class. People were all the same to him—everyone had a price, a reason. But not you, not to him. The more he was away from you, the stronger his feelings grew.

You had a little boyfriend; he learns from the driver he had ordered to follow you around. Someone insignificant, an electrician—so it was honest work you were looking for. A small life, a small happiness. Oh, to see your parents’ faces when they found out about this; how their words had backfired. Kim Taehyung came second to no one, and especially not a country boy trying to make it in the big, scary world. He had his ways of getting exactly what he wanted. That is to say, he hired a friend of his fathers to scare him off, to warn him against you. And if that didn’t work, if there was love involved—well, he couldn’t have that, could he?

You were promised to him first. He wouldn’t let anyone else have you. Especially that tight cunt, those cherry red lips. It went without fucking saying—he had to see you again. Unsupervised. Preferably, naked, underneath him.

So, he goes to your house. Picks up a few pebbles and tries for several windows, cigarette in mouth, dark brown curls falling over his eyes. You’re bound to answer to one. He persists, until he sees light coming from the last window at the corner of the stone building, a familiar shadow through the curtains.

Taehyung waits. It’s well past midnight, and you look terrified, but so, so beautiful. Fuckable, in your pink robe and loose hair. He wants to climb up the wall and fuck you right there, against that very window. He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d let go for him.

“My goodness, what are you doing here, Taehyung?” A protective hand over your chest, you look down at him perplexed, but—excited.

He takes the cig out his mouth, flicks the ashes off. “I can’t stop thinking about you, darling.”

He sees your eyes widen, those kissable lips part in an inaudible gasp. He smiles fondly, the thought of you half asleep, still warm from dreams, stirring because of him and his uncontrollable desires—oh, he’d marry you right then if he could. Such were his feelings for you.

“But you can’t be here! My parents—wait, are you drunk?”

Oops. He stumbled forward, discarding his suit jacket, rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his forearms, stick between his lopsided lips.

“Guilty as charged, sweetheart,” he mumbles into the night. “I’m coming up.”

“Good lord, you’re not.”

“I am.”

A pause, as he begins his ascend up the front wall of your house. “You are a lunatic, Kim Taehyung. Absolutely.”

For you, perhaps. He’s climbed before, countless times actually, all involving rebellion and illegal activities, but no matter. This time he’s climbing for love, for a chance to get to know the real you, not the timid girl you are during the day, but the hidden side, the moon of you. He’d get it out of you, he’s good at that. And when he does, Taehyung will have his way with you. His cock stirs in the mere thought of it.

You make way for him to jump inside your bedroom, still shaken from the fact he can even do something like that. To see you. You must be dreaming. But no, that can’t be, because there he stands, in all his handsomeness, smelling of cigarettes and expensive cologne, curls bouncing with his every move. And he’s moving towards you.

“How is my favorite girl doing?”

Taehyung sees the flush on your bare neck, rising higher. He sees your hands coming together in front of you, as you instinctively step back from him, a prey in front of a hunter.

“This is inappropriate,” you mutter to yourself, blinking fast.

His lips curve slightly. “Yet, you let me in.”

Your eyes snap back at his. “I had no choice!”

He ignores this, instead familiarizes himself with your bedroom, the pastel colors, the minimal furniture, the piles of books. Your hairbrush, your mirror. Things you’ve used, things that smell like you. You were killing him, playing with the heartstrings of his goddamn heart. How can a girl so perfect as you, his promised fiancée, have someone else? Be touched by another man, loved by another man?

Jealousy has never felt uglier inside him.

“Tell me, sweetheart, what will your boyfriend say about me being here in the middle of the night?”

Your hip hits the corner of your desk, and you hiss quietly. You’re shocked by his words, and he doesn’t fault you. How could he know, after all. Right?

“Who told you this?” You question, and he grabs the end of your robe’s belt, feeling the lace of it.

“Confidential,” he replies simply. “You should know now, darling, I don’t share well. The woman that I’ll love will be my woman only.”

“Is that right?” You test him, he can see. A look of defiance so different from the submissive girl he met at that restaurant all those weeks ago.

He hums, enjoying your little power play. “That is exactly right, pretty thing. Care to elaborate on this secret of yours?” He kisses two fingers, places them on top of the place where his heart rests. “I promise it will stay with me.”

You don’t look convinced. You squirm and touch your hair. Another habit. You’re transparent to him, so easy to read, to decipher. Honest. Your ways do not betray you. To have someone to trust… it was incredibly valuable to Taehyung. Unheard of in the circles he ran, the family he was raised in. A salvation, then. You came to him as a small bird—what if he taught you how to fly?

“You don’t want to see me angry, sweetheart. Use your words,” he threatened, leaning against your closet, all the way on the other side of your bed, unmade and slept in.

In the dim light of your nightstand lamp, you looked dreamt up. Like a wet dream designed by his subconscious to haunt him, a personal Hell. To look but not to touch. Forbidden fruit, and everyone knows the story…

“I met him a year ago. He came for a routine check up on the power lines,” you started to explain, not moving an inch, afraid that if you did Taehyung would move as well. “I… He was kind to me. I’ve been seeing him secretly ever since.”

“Has he touched you?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a simple question, darling, isn’t it? Has.he.touched.you?”

You huffed an incredulous laugh, as if offended. You answer anyway. “We’ve only kissed, not that it’s any of your business.”

Taehyung nods his head slowly, pointing at the pack he took out of his trousers’ pocket. “May I?” But he doesn’t wait. Lighter on the edge of the cigarette, he inhales the smoke deeply, blowing it towards the ceiling, pondering over the information in his head.

“Kindness,” he says. “Is a tricky thing, isn’t it? Makes you feel guilty if you don’t give it back, if you don’t return it.”

Closing the distance between your bodies, he sees you cowering in the corner, but those eyes are anything but scared. You have a bite, it’s in there. Taehyung wonders how he can bring it out, test it.

“He loves me,” you retort, and you’re trying to sound convincing.

The question is to whom?

“Sweetheart, I do not doubt for one fucking minute that a man could have a pretty little thing like you and not be completely enamored. Only a fool would waste the opportunity.” You stay quiet, watching him stop by the foot of your bed, nothing but a mere two steps separating you now.

“Maybe he does, chances are he doesn’t. It matters little to me,” he pins you down with a strict look. “You’re to stop seeing him. I’m not a charitable person—you belong to me now. Am I making myself clear?”

The mask crumbles, the wounded girl appears. Tears glisten in the faint warm glow of the room, and Taehyung finds himself wanting to wipe them away, make them disappear. He didn’t mean to hurt you, to make you cry. He’s drunk, and he’s jealous, and he’s falling in love.

He’s the bird in the cage, flapping its wings, terrified, starved of genuine affection. His deflecting can only camouflage this truth for so long. It will shoot out like a slap in the face to render him speechless, and it will be soon. But for right now, as he stands in front of you, all he wants is to taste those lips, to try molding them into his own.

“You are cruel, Kim Taehyung. Marrying you would be a tragedy and a punishment,” you mutter, fighting back sobs, chin quivering.

He smiles, but it’s all teeth, he’s a wolf, and it’s fake, it’s forced, and his hands are shoved deep in his pockets, fingers clenching into fists, cigarette butt bitten into to keep from lashing out. Not going after the engagement earlier had been a tragedy, having to deal with the aftermath of not trying to get to know his own fiancée the punishment. But you had been young, and he had been too preoccupied with easy pussy and pretentious art to care. Now you hate him, and it feels unfair.

“What if I told you this person was only after your money, darling? Would that make you see?”

“Lies.”

Taehyung exhales through his nose, nostrils flaring. “I don’t lie, sweetheart, if there’s one thing to know about me it’s this. I have proof. He’s been stealing from this family and has been feeding you fairytales.”

You attack then, heading straight for his face. He grabs both your wrists, and immobilizes you instantly, spitting the cigarette out in fear of burning you. You stare at each other for what feels like ages, both panting, neither backing down.

“You’re trying to poison me,” you spit at him, pure hatred spread across your beautiful face. “Lock me up.”

He softens immediately, blinking down at you, snapping out of it. “I fed you hot chocolate, ordered flowers to your house every single day since I met you,” he whispers, trying to make you see reason. “I’ve known you since you were playing hide and seek with my younger sister, a girl no older than nine years of age—I’ve never had a reason to lie to you, to trick you. All I’m doing is trying to protect you. Neither of us had any control over our relationship, (Y/N), and I am truly sorry for that. Be it as it may, I now have a responsibility to you, to keep you out of harm’s way, to be truthful.”

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you look so confused, so fucking split into what you want to believe and what is real, that Taehyung can only pull you into his arms, let you come to terms with the fact. You don’t fight, you don’t even say anything, you just sob into his shirt quietly, overtaken by heartbreak. He sits you both down on the bed, and you fall into his lap—so easily, like you’ve done this a thousand times. His thoughts drift further, and he chastises himself; you’re in a vulnerable position, it’s late. He should leave you alone.

For the life of him, he can’t find the will to do it.

“What I said still stands,” he mumbles into your hair. “I will not apologize for the way I am. For as long as you’re mine, no one else will have you. I will kill anyone who dares to attempt messing with you.”

You sniffle and sigh, tear-stained bloodshot eyes looking back at him. “I had no idea you were like this.”

One side of his mouth curves slightly, hands coming to push hair back from your face. “You’ll get used to me. Give it some time.”

Your gaze moves across his features, studying him. A breath away. If he leaned in just a bit, he could take your mouth in his, devour you whole. He almost does. The hope that you might want anything to do with him is holding him back from doing so.

“Okay,” you say, and he exhales.

“What?”

“Okay,” you repeat, fingers coming to wipe at the wetness on your cheeks. “I’ll give you a chance. Please don’t make me regret it.”

His body physically aches from the effort he puts not to pounce on your right then and there, so instead he settles for a kiss on the forehead, short and painful. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, begs for you to stop wiggling on him.

“I fucking swear, darling. I’ll be good to you.”

He’s never promised anything to any woman before. He finds himself wanting to keep good on his words this time.

It’s exactly two weeks after his little break and entering fiasco that the preparations for the engagement party begin.

Your mother seemed to know Taehyung had spent majority of that night with you, if he were to judge by her inquisitive looks and overall effort to never leave her daughter unattended around him. That was well enough—he was a creative and innovative man, he always seemed to find a way around rules and indiscreet eyes.

He takes you to a movie screening one afternoon, and stares at your animated expressions the entire time. He smokes twice as much to resist the urge of putting his hands on you. He desperately wants to; he craves having you in his arms again, yearns for that sweet scent, those soft thighs rubbing against his erection, your breasts against his firm chest. Taehyung dreams of you often, dreams of those untouched folds he’s never seen, never tasted—he’s a savage diving headfirst into them, licking every last drop of your wetness, inhaling the smell of your virgin cunt, and imagines your desire to be touched by a man, him, your soon to be husband.

He comes into his hand every morning, wishing his palm was you around his raw cock, allowing him to invade you, to ravage you. He weaves his time, reassuring himself—all in good time. He’ll have you for eternity soon, and no forever will be enough for all he’s planned on doing with you.

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you drink?”

You look at him, eyelashes flattering innocently. “No, not really,” you confess, and you appear so cute to him, then, that he must make a move, it cannot be helped.

Taehyung kisses your temple affectionately, stopping you both in your tracks in the bustling streets of the 7th Arrondissement. You lean in for just a moment, overtaken, and he considers it a triumph, a step towards the right direction. He’ll spend the rest of his life proving himself to you, if that’s what it takes, just so he can kiss you like this.

“We can’t have that, can we?” He rhetorically asks, and takes your hand in his, draping it over his forearm. “You’re with me, now, you must divulge in the few pleasures that life has to offer, my darling.”

“No one has offered to show me,” you confess shyly.

Show you he does. He takes you to the restaurant he frequents at and orders the bottle of wine he loves the most, along with dinner. Taehyung fills your glass and cuts your steak in bite sized pieces when it arrives. He advices you to sniff at the red colored alcohol first, before closing your eyes and having a taste.

You’re the most special kind of angel doing exactly as you’re told, taking a small sip of the aged wine. He watches, breath bated. When you open your eyes, the fascination on your face makes him smile brightly, proudly.

“Oh, it’s wonderful!”

“That’s my girl.”

Your fiancée leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette as you contently chew your food, drink your wine. He stares in awe, mesmerized by your genuine nature. You blush under his intense gaze.

“Won’t you eat?” You ask, biting your pink lips.

Taehyung can’t help but smirk at that. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll eat later, trust me.”

“You say it with such innuendo, I don’t understand—”

“Have you ever touched yourself, (Y/N)? Be honest with me.”

You choke on your food, eyes widening, coughing into your hand. Taehyung chuckles, offering you some water. You take it gratefully, chugging half the glass. He waits, amused, curious. A few people turn to look. He ignores them.

“That is not a proper question to ask a lady, Taehyung,” you scold him after you recover, fingers playing with your pearl necklace.

“You are to be my wife. I believe I can ask whatever I want,” he responds calmly.

You take a while to answer, instead turning to the wine for bravery.

“Why the interest?”

“Purely out of curiosity. I want to know what makes you feel good, sweetheart, for when I go down on that sweet cunt of yours.”

Your knife falls out of your hand and hits the floor at once. More people begin to tune into your conversation, intrigued. You look around, embarrassed and crouch to pick up your utensil. Taehyung turns his head to the side to blow smoke on the nosy woman on the table next to yours. She heaves, waving her hand and quickly minds her business.

“Did I say something to upset you?” He presses.

“You’re ridiculous and vulgar!” You half whisper, urging him to stop his teasing. “No one has ever spoken to me in this way.”

“Your boyfriend must’ve been a bore then, darling. I’m only stating my intentions. I would never dare to offend you.”

“It’s just as so.”

“Don’t be shy with me.”

“Yes!” You exclaim, and down the entire glass of wine. “Of course I have, who hasn’t? Now no more of this or I’m leaving.”

Taehyung shuts the fuck up at once.

He wishes he can say he was nothing but a total gentleman the entire evening, but that would a blatant fucking lie, wouldn’t it, because as soon as you get off the car to go into your house, he grabs you by the arm and kisses you deeply, hands ruining your hair. You moan and refute against his lips, but he holds you tighter, attempts to bruise your mouth so that you’d feel him there for a good fucking while.

He wishes he can say that had been all, but it wasn’t, because he takes you on the side of the building, covering you in shadows, and slips his hand under your dress, feeling your garters, touching the lace of your underwear. He rises your skirts, and fingers you right there, your parents just through the wall, wondering where their sweet little girl is.

You gasp and cling to him, bodies pressed together as he leaves you no room to think, to second guess, to breathe, even. He’s ruthless in his taking, selfish in his ambition to make you come for him, and so his digits curl in your slick, finding out the pleasure spots of you, desperate to have you screaming his name. You’re moving your hips towards his hand in no time, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have something inside you, fucking into you. Taehyung flattens his palm, and rubs your clit with the heel of it, long fingers edging you.

“Please, Taehyung… that feels too good, what are you doing to me?”

Your head falls on his shoulder, just as he hikes one of your thighs up his torso. He has half a mind to slam you down on his cock, fuck you in public, unashamed, outside your own fucking house, but he doesn’t, he won’t, because you’re important; because you matter, because he only wants to give you a little taste of what he can do for you.

“I’m stretching that little hole of yours, sweetheart. You’re so fucking wet for me, baby, so eager for my hand.”

Cupping you jaw, his tongue pushes past your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, eliciting more sounds from you, growing hotter, whinier, broken. Your pussy is making sounds too, all wet and filthy, and you seem to hear them as well, trying to pull away from his kiss, hide your face in his chest. He doesn’t let you, opens his eyes to see the pleasure written clearly on your features.

“You’ll come for me, won’t you, darling? All over my fingers? Let me see you, sweet thing, and then let me have a taste of those sweet juices. I bet you taste like pure fucking honey, I wanna bury myself in that cunt, drown in that cream. Won’t you give it to me, baby? C’mon, let go for me, let me see.”

When you come, you don’t seem to understand what you just did, what happened, and Taehyung is truly and completely awestruck by your innocence. He rubs circles on your clit until your body stops convulsing, and when he’s sure you’re okay to stand on your own, he kneels down in front of you on the dewy grass, gripping your hips, and diving in your folds, tongue lapping your slickness, so velvety, so goddamn tasty, before going for your clit, flicking the small bundle of nerves. You jerk away from him, the sensation unfamiliar. He brings you back, growls, grips tighter and does it again. And again. And again.

“Oh my God, I can’t, I can’t, I’m gonna—”

He moans against your cunt, uses his hand again to provide more friction for you to rub against. You do immediately, your pussy on fire, aching like never before, your stomach in knots. Then he starts mumbling like a mad man—I can feel it, sweetheart, let me have it, come in my mouth, give it to me my filthy fucking girl, my little slut, Heaven on earth on my tongue, I swear, one more, one more baby, come on.

You come again, and this time you see stars; your vision blurs, and you almost collapse on top of him, but Taehyung holds you up whilst not missing a single drop of your release, licking all over, chin coated in your juices, running down his neck. He fucking loves it all, loves you, loves your cunt. Then, he hears it.

Your dad calling out for you. While he’s still buried between your thighs, erection pressing against his trousers, his daughter fucked out and half naked for everyone to see. You panic immediately, pushing your skirt down, looking at the direction of the voice worried, dizzy still from your orgasms.

Taehyung pulls your panties over your core, and gets up quickly, giving you one last kiss before slapping your ass. You hit his chest alarmed, anxiety ridden.

“Go first, darling. I’ll see you later.”

“But—”

He fixes you with a stern look. “Be a good girl.”

You hesitantly go, your hand dropping from his. He hates having to let go of you like this but doesn’t want to get you in trouble with your father, either. He waits a bit for both voices to disappear behind doors, before going back to his car, parked a couple houses back. Taehyung can barely think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock.

He rubs himself like that, with the thought of you coming undone over him, your taste still in his mouth. When he spits into his palm, he imagines your perfect lips wrapping around his shaft, taking his entire length into your small hole, gagging over his girth. He barely cares for anyone passing, or his indecency.

He wants to fuck you raw, fuck you dumb. Put a ring on your finger, and knock some babies in you, then die a happy man.

All in good time.

With guests arriving and gifts piling up, Taehyung hadn’t got a single chance to talk to you. Just a quick hello and peck on the cheek, before your mothers dragged you away to fix your dress and powder your face up to her standards.

You’d grimaced at him as you were taken to the guest room of his house, and he gave you a small smile in return. This day was most important to them, a celebration of two of the most powerful and influential families in all of France, so in that way, you had to look your best, and even then, your best didn’t guarantee perfection.

Taehyung thought you looked fucking stunning in your champagne-colored gown, crystals cascading down your hair. A wish, or a dream, or both. He can only imagine what you’d look like in your wedding dress, walking towards him down the aisle, given to no one but him, his to love, to cherish, to protect, and to fuck. He gets excited with the mere thought, the prospect of having you all to himself, to do whatever he pleases.

His father slaps him on the shoulder once, already more than three glasses of bourbon in; he had a buzz about him, a friendly aura, when he was drunk. It was easier to talk to him, then, in his relaxed state. But Taehyung had nothing to say—not to him, at least. He’d been a pain in the fucking ass all these years, and now when it’s time to do his duty and marry into a good family, all of a sudden, he’s the picture-perfect authority.

Bullshit. He loosens his tie a little, the noose suddenly entirely too tight around his neck, and puts the cigarette back in between his fingers, running a hand through his tidy hair, with the brushed back curls.

At first, greeting people had been easy enough. All he had to do was stand right next to you and shake hands. He doesn’t know when the air got so unbearably stifling, or when the faces all started blurring into each other, smiles melting off as if acid had been thrown onto them. Taehyung squeezes that hand he has around your waist, and you look up in concern. The music is too loud, the lights are too bright, and who the fuck keeps banging on his head?

“Tae?” You ask, delicate hands taking his pale face in them. “You’re overwhelmed,” you conclude, staring into his eyes. Then to your mother, “We’re gonna go get some fresh air.”

“Right now?” She chastises but doesn’t object. Perhaps Taehyung looks worse than he feels. “Be back soon, honey. You need to give your toasts, so we can bring out the cake.”

“Yes, mother.”

Like magic, his migraine disappears the moment you leave the living room. Your soft hand in his, leading him to privacy—all he needed, all he wanted. Your plan is to take him to the garden, have the crispy autumn air hit him, bring him back from his anxiety. But it wasn’t stress that made him unwell; it was those people, the fact that he knew none of them, and yet they got to congratulate him, to stare at his bride as if she’s nothing more than a piece of meat, something with an expiration date.

They think that Kim Taehyung won’t be faithful. That he’ll grow bored, and once he gives you a couple children, will try everything in his power to stay as far away as possible from you. The assumptions of a life he left far behind the moment he bought you that chocolate croissant were haunting him, karma coming to bite him. He was no longer that person they’ve heard so many rumors about it, nor does he wish to ever be, ever again.

You were his future now. His life. He was completely devoted to you. You had to know this.

Before you can reach for the balcony door, he pulls you into the library, locking the door behind him. You let out a gasp as he pushes you against the cold glass of the window that run across the wall, overlooking the majestic garden his mother and housekeepers had built. Taehyung smiles and puts both his arms on either side of you, his thumbs caressing your temples tenderly.

“I thought you weren’t well,” you mutter, blinking up at his handsome face.

“You always make me feel better.” He inches closer.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.” And then he kisses you.

Gently, softly. Small feathery pecks, admiring the way you bloomed for him, under his touch. The party was gearing up, he could hear the melody change to something more upbeat, so he figured he could steal a few more moments with you, alone. His mind ran a thousand miles per hour.

“I want you to know, sweetheart, I want you to hear it from me directly, and believe me always when I say—I’ll be a good husband to you. I will always put you first, above my own self, whatever you need. Count on me, let me be a man that’s deserving of an angel like you,” he whispers against your lips, watches as your eyes glisten with tears of joy.

He kisses them away, then kisses your brow. You giggle, a sound holier than church bells. He would give you anything, then. His baby, his darling. Anything.

“I’m going to take advantage of you now— I can’t fucking wait any longer, you have me by the fucking balls, sweetheart.”

Your hands instinctively go for his shoulders, as he roughly pulls your dress up your legs, over your hips, those long fingers dipping underneath your silk panties, feeling that smooth pussy with his open palm. Taehyung groans into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. He wanted to mark you, show everyone you’re his, but not now. You’d be too embarrassed to go back out, face all those guests.

Your cunt wasn’t shy, though. It coated his fingers with your slick wetness, opened up for him to have his way. So obedient, so fucking sexy—oh, he’d fuck you. Right against this window, for anyone that was outside to see. He didn’t give a fuck. You drove him crazy with how ready you always seemed to be, your body betraying any sort of rebuttal from you.

“Tell me baby, have you touched yourself since I was in between these legs?” As his middle finger slips inside your tight entrance. “Have you thought of me while rubbing this pretty pussy? Be honest with me, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” a breathy moan against his collarbone, as your hand wraps around the nap of his neck. “Yes.”

He’s a gone man, then. A girl as perfect as you, his promised girl, admitting to pleasuring herself with the thought of him? Taehyung almost wants to apologize for who he was about to become.

“Turn around for me, darling.”

You’re scared, overthinking the position, but with one last flick on your clit, you’re drenching his entire hand, rubbing on his forearm like a starved slut.

“I’ll take care of you, baby, I got you, I promise.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask quietly, and he shushes you, kisses away your worry.

“It might, angel. But you’re my strong girl, aren’t you? Bite on my hand if the pain is too much.”

He holds your hips aligned with his erection and unzips his trousers, pumping himself a few times, using your slick to coat his length. Taehyung then puts a hand over your mouth, and you hold onto it with both of your own, inching your ass closer to his cock absentmindedly, your body obviously wanting this as much as he does.

“Fuck me, you’re a fucking dream like this, darling, let me see you. Do that again.”

You do, the white garters and stockings you have on the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his goddamn life. He’s seen a lot of pussy, but nothing compares, could ever compare to yours. Sliding his rock-hard length against your folds, he circles an arm around your waist, your knees already giving out. Taehyung chuckles, kisses your shoulder blade softly. What an adorable girl, so innocent in the ways of pleasure, all the different ways your senses can come alive.

“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

He enters you at once, what little resistance there was giving way. You scream into his hand, and he presses his chest on your back, fingers pressing against your mouth to keep you quiet. Stilling for a second, brows furrowing, aching to pound into you, to fuck you senseless, he then pulls all the way out, and thrusts back in, the tightness feeling incredible against his girth.

“Christ baby, where have you been my entire fucking life?”

You whimper, and push back, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “Faster, Taehyung, please.”

He needn’t be told twice. He stays inside you, picking up his pace, fucking into the deepest part of you, both arms wrapping around your waist, breathing labored, watching as you place two manicured hands on the glass, trying to keep yourself upright. He praises you, tells you how good you’re doing, how fucking perfect you are for him, taking cock so well, a natural, a good little slut, his baby, so proud of you, so fucking proud.

“Look at you, shameless, getting fucked for the whole world to see. You’re a filthy fucking girl, angel, aren’t you? All you want is to come on my cock, don’t you?”

“Please…”

Taehyung wants to grab you by the hair, drill himself into your hole, shape it to fit his dick exactly, to mark his place there so that you could never leave him, never let any other man in that sweet fucking place. Instead, he watched the crystals bounce, your tits smashed against the glass, corset keeping them in place.

“Please? Use your words, darling. What do you want?” He demands, bending you at the waist more, feeling his release getting closer.

“You, please, more, more!”

When his digits drop down to your clit again, you’re a crying mess, begging to be filled with cum, filled by him, to the brim, until you can’t take no more, and he gives it all to you, he’s generous, he slams one, two, three—your head falls in ecstasy, as he shoots his load inside of your insatiable hole, balls emptying all he’s been holding back for you.

He rests his head on your lower back, sweat dripping into his eyes, stinging. He kisses you over the flashy fabric of your dress, hands resting above your womb, thinking about seeing your swollen belly, carrying his child, a beautiful mommy.

Taehyung helped you get decent, tucking himself back in his pants, straightening his suit vest, passing a hand over his combed hair, and turned you around in his arms for a last kiss. Only this one was more intense; unlike any other kiss he’s ever experienced. It was emotional, carrying the trust and love you’ve grown to have for him, the most precious thing he could ever ask for.

“I’ve loved you since I met you, sweetheart,” he whispers sweetly in your ear, pulling back to see your reaction.

You flushed, hiding on his shoulder. He smiles fondly at your action and keeps you there for a while. Some time has passed since you two supposedly went to the gardens, and he didn’t want your mother to start an entire search party for the both of you, so he halfheartedly suggested to return to the living room.

Admittedly, there was no possible way to hide you two had sex. His mother shook her head as he brought you to stand in front of the two-tiered vanilla frosted cake, attached to your hip.

“I’ll love you til the day I die,” he promises later, in front of everyone, slipping a diamond ring on your finger. “Mine to hold, mine to keep.”

No Kisses || KTH Chapter I: Captain vs. President

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter I: Captain vs. President

“Meeting adjourned at 4:52 pm.”

The familiar sounds of chairs scraping the council room floors tore the air. The soft sunlight beaming through the windows as the day dwindled down. It was in the middle of the semester. Around this time, the days got shorter and darker within a blink of an eye. Most people felt rather exhausted once the light was gone, but you were eternally grateful for your council to stay attentive and creative as ever. You stood in front of the room, observing as your members began leaving the room after another successful meeting.

You were the student body president of your college campus as well as the youngest elected in history, elected in your second year but inducted in your third year. You honestly didn’t think you were gonna win. You didn’t consider yourself well-known. If anything, everyone knew your outgoing cousin, so maybe you got a couple of brownie points. But sure enough, you won by a landslide after your competition; a pretentious business major got canceled for some reason.

Anyway, you were honored to represent your college and the student population. You took pride in it, and for the most part, in anything you did. If you were going to do something, you’d give your 125%. Call yourself a Type-A personality, but it has always benefited your life up to this point. You were top of your class in both high school and college, and you excelled with flying colors in classes and internships. Yeah, you failed sometimes and hurt like a bitch, but no one ever caught you slipping, which gave you the infamous nickname “President Goody Two Shoes.”

When people said that, they assumed it meant that you didn’t party, you were a prude and uptight, especially with talking about sex, you never got suspended or got called into the office for expulsion, and you always followed rules. You knew this wasn’t entirely true. You just liked staying at home and drinking, you weren’t experienced enough in sex to have an input, and you were so shy in that sense, and why would someone even want to get suspended at a place you’re paying big banks towards.

Judging by all of this and your status, you still wondered how you were president. But luckily, your officers, some of them being your best friends, helped reassure you that you were doing a great job. You eventually embraced what anyone said about you, well, almost everyone.

“Another job well done, Miss President.” Your vice president and best friend, Jung Hoseok, complimented you as he walked towards your large desk. “We must celebrate with some alcohol and a movie marathon at your place.”

“Are you making plans behind my back?” Your treasurer and other best friend, Min Yoongi, yelled from the back of the class. You didn’t understand why he always did that despite being an officer, but you let him be.

“Kinda because you usually fall asleep before you even come to my place.” You shrugged. “Either way, I can’t do this weekend. I have a huge paper to write in my child adolescence class.”

“Can you not do work three weeks before the due date?” Hoseok pouted, knowing that fact because he’s also in that class. “Give yourself a break once in a while.”

“I do give myself a break.”

“I mean, yeah, reading Crying in H-Mart and rubbing one out, but not in the standards of Hoseok and me.” Yoongi got up from his seat and walked up to you both.

“Yoongi, shut up!” You punched his arm, blushing at the information you told them in confidence. “Don’t talk about that, it was a one time long ago and never again. I’m sorry I’m your boring friend. This is who I am, and you’re not going to change me.”

“We want you to have a little fun. We’re at that age to fuck up and get away with it, but you don’t seem to like that.” Hoseok mentioned. You sighed, knowing how they have certain feelings about experiencing your goody-two-shoes role firsthand.

“Fine.” You were guilt-tripped into agreeing, but the smiles on both of their faces were absolutely worth it for you. You loved them to death and vice versa. They accepted you for who you were and were as passionate as you within this council. They stood by you no matter what, and you appreciated them. “But not today. I have a couple of things to handle. We can do it tomorrow.”

A knock from the door caught all of your attention. Your heads revealed your slit-eyed smiling cousin, practically brother, Park Jimin. Being a year older than you, he felt obligated to protect you and push anything potentially dangerous out of your way. When you were five and fell down, he cleaned your wound. When you were pushed by a bully at twelve, he scared them away. When you got heartbroken by your crush at sixteen, he comforted you and gave you advice. You were very close with him and were able to talk through any problems you may have.

“Ya ready, ____? You also hungry?” Jimin spoke as he waved to you and your friends. They knew the routine since Jimin offered to drive you back to your apartment after every meeting to avoid walking and riding the bus alone late at night. “We finished practice 30 minutes ago, but it was alright.”

“Wrong, we waited for almost an hour. We’re starving, waiting for your annoying ass.” The abysmal voice of the devil shattered your eardrums. Your eyes shifted from your cousin to the useless piece of existence coming from behind.

There he was, hair messy and dampened from showering after practice. He had on an oversized red hoodie with loose black pants and matching slides. He shouldered his crossbody bag and duffle filled with his dirtied clothes from practice. His cocoa-covered eyes eyed you with an amusing tinge, making you want to throw up.

Kim Taehyung, the captain of the football team and Quarterback, was the bane of your existence. It doesn’t help that he has been best friends with Jimin since they started college and joined the football team together, so he was there all the fucking time. You don’t know why though, since Jimin was sweet, affable, and caring. Once you got into college, he introduced you to Taehyung, and it went downhill from there. He ridiculed you, teased you, every negative thing you would think of because one, you were Jimin’s little cousin, and two, you were the goody two shoes, and three, the complete opposite of him. 

He wasn’t wrong, though. Everything said was who you were on a surface level. With your hair was tied up in a ponytail or braids every day without fail (anything to get it out of your face), followed by your gold-framed glasses because you can’t fucking see for the life of you, you walked proudly around school, knowing you were respected and somewhat well-loved by both students and faculty. If any insults came your way, your stoic expression gave you the power of being unbothered. However, with Taehyung, it wasn’t what he said, it’s how he said it, and you absolutely despised it. Taehyung was nothing but rude and egotistical. 

Long story short: he was an irritable popular fuck boy who liked to get what he wanted. An advantage of being president, you heard more things about him than you should. All give evidence on him being the best fuck on campus. They float around like mosquitos, and for some reason, unnecessary people told you. You heard from many cheerleaders, club officers, ravers, and the list went on. It was like a five-star review on Yelp that you didn’t care about (okay, maybe you did think about it). However, something that was constantly mentioned and really stood out to you in curiosity was that Taehyung never kissed his hookups.

The no kisses rule apparently started way before you came into college. Every person who encountered Taehyung sexually spoke about how adamant he was about not wanting to kiss. Some attempted to but were immediately shut down or never went any further. Maybe he wasn’t into it, maybe he didn’t want to contact mouth herpes; who knows, really? It was an odd thing but never got the full answer about it.

“Ugh, why did you bring him again?” You groaned. Jimin knew you weren’t as fond of Taehyung—or so you liked to say—judging by your disgusted looks and followed bickering every time he showed up with his best friend. He tried his best to make you both become friends, but it didn’t happen, so he just got numb to your hatred against each other. At least he tried, right?

“Always excited to see me, princess?” Ahh, there it was. The teasing that you most definitely hated about him. It was like his life’s duty to get some kind of reaction out of you in any way possible, whether it was getting you flustered or angry. He didn’t care and rather enjoyed it as that cheeky smirk morphed into his gorgeous face.

“Ecstatic, I can hardly keep myself still.” You said dumbfoundedly, trying your best to create holes in his head through your intense bored glare.

“Don’t move around too much. Save your energy when you’re alone with me.” He smirked before winking, causing you to groan angrily.

“F-fuck off, you’re so annoying!” You could feel your cheeks heating as you quickly grabbed your backpack and two large boxes of office supplies to bring home. You’ve never met someone so forward in such a way. Was this how he was able to get people in his bed? If so, they may need some therapy.

“Taehyung and I wanted to get some burgers after practice, hence, why he’s here,” Jimin replied. “You ready?” You nodded and were about to carry the boxes out, but Jimin offered to carry them to his car, leaving you with Taehyung and your best friends.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.” You bid goodbye, but Hoseok stopped you before you could leave.

“Can you hurry up? I’m hungry.” Taehyung whined.

“Shut the fuck up and starve! I don’t care!” You rolled your eyes before smiling cutely at your friend, not noticing Taehyung clenching his jaw.

“I forgot to tell you that you have a meeting with the dean on Monday. Last week, the admin’s office told me to tell you, but I forgot.” Hoseok giggled nervously, knowing how annoyed you get knowing things last minute.

“You didn’t give me enough time to mentally prepare, but I suppose it’ll do. Thank you for telling me.” You said your final goodbyes and left the council room, mindlessly pushing past Taehyung. You didn’t want to give him any more attention you were forced to give, but you heard his footsteps coming closer to you until he walked beside you.

“Meeting with the dean, huh?” Taehyung started, “Seems like Miss President might get in trouble for once.”

“Why would I even get in trouble? I don’t even do half of the stupid shit you did this past week.” You continued to walk, looking forward to avoiding his intense stare.

Out of nowhere, he bent down to your height to whisper in your ear, “Mmmm, princess, what you say as stupid shit I call life pleasures.” He chuckled, and you felt the vibration course through your body, specifically in places your mind wished to not have. “Maybe I should show you sometime.”

Trying your best to not give a reaction, you cleared your throat and snapped back, “What you can show me is sticking your mouth up to your asshole. Maybe you’ll be able to say wiser things than the shit coming out right now.” With that, you stomped your way towards Jimin’s car, all while Taehyung stayed a bit back to observe your reaction pleasingly.

-

“I can’t believe we made it to the championship!” Jimin exclaimed as he parked in front of your apartment complex. “Twenty-four years, our school has been in a drought, and our year’s team brought the gushing water.”

Ahh, yes, the national championships. Like what Jimin said, our college has reached all the way to the finals after having years of stagnation. This was huge; it will be the most anticipated week of the school year, probably your entire college career.

Jimin mentioned how Taehyung really wanted this year’s team to bond and have great sportsmanship. From what you heard, the past team captains were complete and utter shit. They didn’t care about winning, yet they were sore losers, but most importantly, they wanted the title to show face. There were cliques within the single team, and most of the time, clashed differences, which resulted in shitty football seasons. 

Taehyung wanted none of that. He insisted on working closely together and proactively solving fights right away when the team did run into it. He was a liaison between Coach Bang and the team. He advocated what the team wanted while also demonstrating authority when needed. As of result, they developed a brotherhood and respected him as a leader. You guess you can give Taehyung respect for that.

“We’re gonna destroy our opponents!” Jimin roared out of the blue, shocking you and Taehyung.

“Calm down, Chim. I admire your confidence, but it’s months away, and we still need a lot of practice.” Taehyung smiled endearingly at his best friend.

“I know, but it’s so exciting.” Your cousin jumped in his seat, then turned his torso around to face you. “You’re coming, right? You have no choice. It’s an obligation as my cousin.”

“Jimin, I wouldn’t miss it in the world.” You smiled as you unbuckled your seat to get out of the car.

“Why? Because you’ll see me hot and sweaty playing?” Taehyung pushed as he let the passenger’s window down.

“Not everything is about you, fuck face.” You shouldered your backpack behind to grab the boxes. “And for your information, I’ll be there as student body president and Jimin’s cousin. Nothing in that statement mentions me being your little fuck reward at the end of the night.”

“You can if you begged oh so sweetly.” He smiled. Though that smile looked so cute and innocent, you knew it was his devil way to trap anyone under his command, including yourself, but you were smart enough to be aware.

“Nah, you got a catalog filled with potentials. Don’t be so selfish about your choices.” You slammed the car door with your foot.

“Okay, ladies. Enough fighting for today. You’ve drained my energy to hear it.” Jimin chimed in before any of you could say anything. “____, do you need help carrying them up?”

You shook your head, “No, I’ll be okay. I’m strong and independent. Need no man.” Though your statement made Jimin giggle, it only made Taehyung comment rudely.

“Though I think you need dick.”

You decided to ignore him, yet you flared your nostrils to, unfortunately, show he got to you. “Goodbye, Jimin. I’ll see you later.” You turned around and headed towards the main entrance.

“Aww, Princess, don’t I get a goodbye too? You’re making me super sad. You’re hurting your daddy!” Once you reached the entrance, you could sense the cute little pout he made as he fake sobbed. Though he did the bare minimum, you didn’t understand why it urged you to face back to the car to tell him off.

“Will you shut the fuck up? You insufferable, attention-seeking bastard wh–ahhh!” You couldn’t finish your sentence because the door flew open, causing you to lose balance and fall over the single step. You dropped the boxes to the ground in front of you. Fortunately, the boxes broke your fall and saved you, almost face-planted as you barely held yourself with your palms meeting the concrete. Unfortunately, it didn’t save your embarrassment. 

“Oh, shit…My bad.” You heard your next-door neighbor Yeonjun apologize. His tone was slightly amused at the last part. You lifted your head to turn to Yeonjun, mumbling out it’s okay, but you didn’t meet his eyes when you did. He looked elsewhere on you.

“Hey, Princess. Pink looks good on you.” You were confused when Taehyung spoke out. You had nothing pink on except…

You felt a slight breeze up your uniform skirt, immediately noticing how it’s now scrunched up on your pelvic. You picked a bad day to forget to wear your safety shorts (because you didn’t do laundry) underneath, revealing your pink bow underwear. You yelped in shame before rolling over to the side and off the boxes, but you landed on your butt and feet, hurting yourself and your pride.

“Wow, open legs too. This is a great goodbye, doll.” Taehyung whistled as he stared in between your legs. He didn’t lie when he said pink looked good on you.

You looked down, seeing your legs spread for his eyes to see. You instantly closed them and looked down at your lap, hiding your red face. You knew he’ll never let you forget this moment, adding another thing to tease you. You couldn’t believe you flashed Taehyung twice (with Yeonjun, who didn’t know how to leave the scene).

-

Monday came along quicker than you imagined. Though tired from all your classes, you walked down the hallway towards the administration’s office. It wasn’t rare for you to meet the dean, given that you had to meet mandatory a least once or twice a semester to ensure any upcoming events for the school. It was a rather big thing that you were honored to do, so you always tried to make a good impression.

After checking in with the front desk, you waited patiently until your name was called. The receptionist instructed you towards the dean’s office before you knocked on the door. Once you received approval from the other end, you confidently opened the door. However, once you did, you weren’t met with just the dean.

Your eyes moved towards Coach Bang and…Kim Taehyung. What the fuck is he doing here? Even though Coach Bang stood straight in front of the seated dean, Taehyung sat down sluggishly with his arms crossed over his chest, protruding his large biceps and his thighs spread open for the whole world to see.

“Pleasure to see you, pink princess.” He smiled, seeing your right eye twitch. God, he made you aggravated. He was in his football uniform minus the helmet and pads. They were still clean. It was a little over past one in the afternoon, so he was probably on his way to practice, but why was he here? Hoseok didn’t tell you that they would be here too, so you were utterly confused.

Knowing you had many questions, the dean greeted you. “Hello, ____. How are you?”

“I’m doing well. May I ask why Coach Bang and the thing over there are here?” You politely asked. The adults in the room glanced at one another, confused as to why you referred to Taehyung as that, but they let you be.

“Yes, well. I asked them to be here prior as well.” The dean explained. “I hope this isn’t an inconvenience for you.”

You eyed Taehyung from the side, looking very comfortable at your uncomfortable state as he bounced his right leg as a reflex. “Not at all. I was not informed beforehand.”

“Hmm, interesting. I did report it to your VP.” Damn you, Hoseok. You loved him, but he was forgetful, especially with details like this. “But anyway, I brought you and the football coach and team captain here regarding the national championships.” You nodded and listened carefully. “As you know, the championships have become a great deal to our university and our school history. It’s an incredible thing that has happened in a long time, so we appreciate the football team for your hard work.”

“Thank you, but it couldn’t have been done without Taehyung. He has been a great captain to the team.” Coach Bang mentioned.

“Of course, with that being said, the higher-ups and I decided that we must have a week-long celebration before the day of the championships.” The dean then turned to you with a great smile. “We wanted your council to be in charge of the celebration in promoting school spirit and pride as well as conducting a parade around the local area, which you’ll get more help on. We want to develop a fair hours before the game that will attract the community to come and watch history being made.”

Wow, this was a great opportunity for you and your council. Typically your council oversaw fundraisers, club rush, and overall on-campus events. To your knowledge, something like this wasn’t done in the past. It didn’t involve anything beyond the university, definitely not beyond the city. But this was also a very large responsibility. Did you even have the time, resources, or the actual mental capacity to do this?

“Uhh, Dean…Kwon. On behalf of the council, we appreciate this opportunity to help the university to great lengths.” You began. Before you continued, you heard a snort from your mortal enemy and saw his head shake incredulously at how proper you acted. Your lips twitched, wanting to cuss him off. Again, the adults were curious about your interactions but didn’t speak about it. “But I’m concerned about how my council alone will help and contribute to the production. We are only 30 people, and we do have classes as our top priority.”

“Of course, I understand your concerns about the workload that we’ll be given to you on top of being college students. I will make sure you have as many resources and support as possible. We contact other local organizations and businesses to help our college. All we need from you is a structured plan of what will specifically happen within the week. I’ll send you an email on a list.”

You nodded, mentally making notes of the information. “Will that be all?”

“Actually, no.” The dean replied. “Coach Bang and I actually met before this, and we thought it would be a great idea to work with the football team.”

“Excuse me?” You and Taehyung questioned in unison, to which you both grimaced.

“I don’t wanna work with goody-two-shoes over there. She’ll kill off the vibes of the championship, football team, and the overall flow of life.” Taehyung argued ridiculously as he looked away to stare outside the nearby window.

All your rationale, poise, and professionalism were thrown outside the window and replaced with the irritation and want to kill that thing in front of you. “I refuse to work with a pretentious imbecile who only thinks with his impotent dick.”

The dean and Coach Bang were taken aback by your foul roast. But before they could do anything, Taehyung spoke back, “Honey, I’m sure you know that my dick is anything but impotent.” He winked, making you gasp. The way he said it made it seem that you did things with him and right in front of authority too, which was not true.

“I-I-I did not do anything with him whatsoever.” You tried saving yourself, waving your forefinger all willy-nilly. “I only heard of it from your catalog!”

“Only heard, but you wish to experience it firsthand.”

“Alright, you son of a b–”

“____, Taehyung!” The dean cleared their throat. Though they wanted to hear more about it, they knew it was the right thing to stop the fight before it got messy. Sad, but they had to be “professionals.” “I ensure you both can be professional despite your…vocalized differences.”

“We suggested this because it’s a great help and additional people on your end, ____, but also it shows how invested and supported the team is within the school, which is great for publicity, Taehyung. Also, how could you not involve the football team in the events you’re creating without the football team.” Coach Bang explained further.

You and Taehyung stayed silent, knowing the reasons were throughout. They meant well, but that didn’t mean you liked the idea. Creating the events for championship week sounded exciting and fun to prepare, but all while working with the football team, specifically Taehyung? Absolutely not. 

You refused to do it.

-

You had no choice but to do it.

Though you personally didn’t want this, as student body president, you had to suck it up and do it for the betterment of the university and school pride. You didn’t want to disappoint the dean because your personal interests got in the way. It’ll be okay. It’s only three months, it shouldn’t be that bad…right?

You and Taehyung argued about where the joint meeting would be located. You did not want your council to be stuffed like sardines in the odor-filled locker rooms, but Taehyung countered that it was a safe haven for his members and would be more in their zone. You stood your ground and added the fact that the council room was large enough to fit all the people involved, with everyone having enough space to enjoy their surroundings and sit comfortably at a desk each.

Five minutes before the scheduled joint meeting, you wrote the agenda on the whiteboard while mentally preparing what would happen in the next hour. Not that you were afraid of the football team because you met some of them through Jimin, but it’s just new territory that’s being walked on. The council and football team together is an odd mix.

From what you know, your council was similar to you, a bunch of honorable overachievers who were passionate about doing something for the school. They were in other clubs, ranging from cultural to educational to campus ministry. You trusted them with any task you gave, and they respected you with the authority you had.

From what you know about the football team, they were much different. Imagine Jimin, Taehyung, and 28 other Taehyungs but weren’t as bad as Taehyung. Yeah, let’s go with that description.

“Prez?” Your fellow council member and second-year student, Soobin, called for you after putting the marker down and looking back at him. “Is it true that we’re collaborating with the football team from now on?”

“Only collaborating for championship week. After that, we’ll go back to doing our own thing, and they go back to whatever ball they have to throw.” You answered, but most of your council seemed a bit apprehensive from their glances at one another. “Come on, everyone. It won’t be that bad. Hopefully, this is a great opportunity, and hopefully, it’ll be fun!”

Your council looked at you as if you were crazy and you didn’t understand why. Everything you said was normal and what you usually said to cheer them on. You shifted your head towards Hoseok, who had the same look like the rest of them.

“Are you all okay?” You questioned.

“____, we’re good…like with the football team coming and helping,” Hoseok said on behalf of the council. “But are you good with it?”

“Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’re fucking working with Kim Taehyung! We all know how irritated you are with him.” Yoongi blurted out from the back. Everyone around you nodded, silently praying to your treasurer, who had the balls to mention your feud.

You scoffed, “Okay, I know Taehyung and I have our difference—” Murmurs of “you fight like animals,” “$5 says that they’ll full-on scrap in front of us,” “make that $10,” and “oh you think I got money.” “Council.” You pulled your authoritative tone, making them quiet down. “I can assure you I will act as your president and not as ____. It’s only three months, and I will do everything with respec—”

“Sup, bitches!” You were interrupted by a boisterous voice, and a slamming of the door opening as a herd of large men started filing into the room. Judging by the potent smell of various cologne and the look of wet hair, you assumed that they had finished practicing. They were too loud for your liking but seeing that their captain, the last to come in and close the door, was unbothered by the noise, you made a sour expression and had to accept that fact.

“Guys, take a seat. Don’t look too intimating to the fawns around you.” Taehyung commanded, and his team members did what he said. Shockingly, some council members knew some football team members, so you guess they were going to get along really well.

“Hey, princess.” Taehyung greeted arrogantly as he came towards the front. “Can’t wait to spend some time with you.”

“Taehyung, please take a seat next to Hobi.” You ordered, gesturing towards the vacant seat next to your best friend.

“Why? I’m captain. I should be taking the lead on this.”

“But I’m the president. Dean Kwon instructed me and my council to develop championship week. Your football team is here to assist us.” You explained.

“But didn’t they say we needed to work together?” Taehyung began playing with your flames of annoyance. “And plus, this is about football, something you know very little about, my dear.”

“Yes, it revolves around football but this whole working together is making plans for events, something you know very little about, my dear.” You used his own words against him. You could see his jaw clenching, knowing you hit a nerve. You felt somewhat satisfied, but still, he wasn’t willing to give up.

“I think I deserve to be in front as much as you do.” He stated as he took a step closer to you.

“Please, do tell.” Now it was your turn to play with the flames. No way in hell you were willing to give up leading this whole thing, especially when you’re forced to do it.

“My boys only listen to me.”

“I think they’ll be okay with listening to their student body president.” You rolled your eyes as you pushed the bridge of your glasses up. You wanted to end this discussion, so you faced your back towards him to meet the eyes of everyone.

Before you could even greet them, a sudden tug on your braided hair pulled you back. You winced as your back slammed onto a hard surface, realizing it was Taehyung’s chest. You sensed his lips hovering over your ear as you felt his heated breath say, “Princess, don’t get me angry. I’ll punish you in front of your little council members.”

You exhaled so feebly. You felt chicken skin running through your body from his baritone voice, hating how affected you were by it. You closed your eyes to control and suppress any emotions. With all your might, you pushed him away from you, almost making him fall, but you weren’t as strong to bring him down.

You were ready to explode as you yelled, “Stop fucking around, you fuck face! This is serious. I ca–”

“____.” Hoseok got out of his seat. Your vice president went up to you and said, “Perhaps I can take lead for today. Give you a break…and hopefully, go through this meeting without you potentially ripping Taehyung to shreds.”

Your eyes observed the room. The aura was awkward as the council members and football team stared fearfully at what had happened. The first meeting hadn’t officially started, and it already wasn’t going well. Although one thing is for certain, none of them saw you this angry. You were typically kind and understandable. It was amazing how one man could make you act irrational and ruin your entire reputation that took years to build.

Not wanting to interrupt any further, you nodded and sat on the desk Hoseok previously was on. You were slightly ashamed of yourself, letting his words get to you with such ease. What’s wrong with you? You were supposed to be the professional president here.

“Taehyung, why don’t you have a seat too? I’ll ask you for any help if needed. For now, we need to report a brief understanding of this.” Hoseok civilly suggested, and much to your dismay, Taehyung fucking obliged to your vice president…instead of you?

The fucking audacity.

-

The hour and a half were brutal despite Hoseok’s cautious orders and demands, and it continued for the next couple of meetings. Within the agenda, you were split into groups, each mixed with your council and the team. It did go well, and they liked each other’s ideas that were being said; however, every time you reported for your group, Taehyung was always there to counter or comment on anything you said, and it was only you. It was like it was his mission to do this to you.

You tried your best to really be patient and not let it get to you. You really tried. You wanted so badly to be the bigger person, but all you wanted to do was strangle that thick fucking neck of his. At least once in every meeting, you snapped at him. And after each meeting, he would bid goodbye so grossly sweet as if he didn’t do anything to you. He enjoyed getting you riled up, and you were bothered that you gave him what he wanted.

It shamed you how Hoseok had been leading the meetings and not you. Though you knew he did well leading, and you were proud of him, you wished you were able to prove how worthy you were as student body president. You hoped to redeem yourself sooner or later.

“____. Tae. Hoseok and I wanna talk to you.” Jimin announced after the meeting. Almost everyone was gone by now, apart from your best friends and Jimin and Taehyung’s friend group all piled in the back corner interacting with one another. They were attentive to whatever Yoongi spoke about them.

“What’s up?” You asked as Taehyung slowly walked beside you.

“You both need to be respectful to one another for us to execute championship week,” Hoseok ordered with no silliness to his tone. Usually, your best friend was a radiant ball of sunshine, so seeing how serious he spoke terrified you. “Sure, it’s completely fine outside of council, but your bickering interrupts work getting done. It makes me disappointed to see you like this, ____.”

“Hobi, I understand, but he’s being rude!” You whined as you stomped a foot down. You looked childish, but you couldn’t help it. He irritated the fuck out of you. “Everything I do and say is talked down upon by him.” You pointed at the tall frame next to you.

“What happened to being a respectable president and pushing your personal issues aside to lead?” Hoseok countered, making you stay quiet and look down at your shoes.

“I agree with Hoseok, but I also agree with what ____ said because Taehyung, your side comments are not getting us anywhere. They’re a nuisance, and sure, they’re funny. I laugh at them too because fuck, I couldn’t control myself when you commented on selling dildos shaped by our own dicks–” Hoseok nudged your cousin to focus on the greater problem. Once Jimin realized it, he went back to his statement, “The point is, please don’t do things like that right now.”

“Come on, Chim. You know I like to play around with you guys.” Taehyung tried to lighten his blow.

“Yes, but you’re captain, and if you do that, the boys will copy you like the fucking seagulls from Finding Nemo. They respect you, and they see you disrespecting ____, then it won’t go well. Plus, we’re in their space; you need to at least have some respect on that.” What Jimin said had his best friend frown in shame and nod weakly.

“Look, we’re not saying you need to be best friends forever. We want you to be civil within our council room and until the championships. We don’t give a fuck if you kill each other outside that; just don’t plan to kill one another here.” Hoseok continued, “To make things a bit better, we separated tasks within each designated group so you’ll be apart from each other, but we wanted to assign you on a specific banner.”

You shot your head up as you stared at your vice president, “Isn’t it even better if we don’t work together at all?”

“We thought about that, but we also know you both were creative. You have the vision and like to paint, and Tae likes to draw and paint. It works out.” Jimin reasoned.

“This also creates bonding skills for both of you.” Hoseok pointed out. “I don’t know how the fuck you ended up hating each other, but I’m getting annoyed by it. In and out of council. Jimin may be unbothered by it but not me, so fucking work together.”

-

You didn’t want to work with Taehyung. You knew it wasn’t going to end well. Taehyung knew how to push your buttons. But you had to, at least for Jimin and Hoseok’s sake. You promised that you should at the very least be indifferent to any comment Taehyung had towards you while he promised not to do any of that. You both promised but let’s see how well you kept those promises.

You finished your classes, and now you were waiting in the council room. There was no meeting today, so you were the only one there. Surprisingly, you and Taehyung agreed to meet after both of your classes. He didn’t have a practice that day, too, so it worked out. However, once you made it five minutes before your scheduled time, you found yourself waiting for him for more than half an hour.

You thought though he couldn’t say anything back to you, it didn’t mean his actions couldn’t irritate you. You shook your head at how foolish you now were in believing that he was willing to be cooperative. There you decided to start outlining your own idea on the banner and choosing what you wanted on it. Taehyung had no choice but to accept whatever you did since he wasn’t here to help you. You eventually had the small draft of the banner made and was satisfied with how it looked. You pulled some banner paper out from the small supply room connected to the back to start working.

When you laid out the paper on the multiple desks you pushed together, the door opened to reveal your supposed banner partner. He was in his school uniform with his tied loosened and shirt untucked. His hair fell messy on his forehead, and his shoulder bag swung around his body as he walked in like it was no big deal and he wasn’t in trouble for coming here late.

“Wow, you’re super early. You must be very punctual.” You spoke out, then ultimately ignored his existence completely. You began sketching your design on paper.

Sensing your sarcasm, he knew you were upset. “Well, we did agree on 1:30 pm.” You said nothing but pointed at the clock, which revealed it was almost 3 pm. “Yeah, sorry. I got held up doing something.” It stunned you how he apologized so effortlessly, but you didn’t want him to get that appreciation, so you dismissed what he said. 

“I’m serious when I say I’m sorry.” You continued to not give him the time of day and focused on the banner, outlining the words you wanted on it. “Hey, aren’t we supposed to work on the banner together? We didn’t agree to do this design.”

Oh, how much you wanted to tell him off on how he wasn’t even here for you to “work together,” but decided against it and ignored him. It relaxed you at how well you were treating him like the wind. You should have done this a long time ago. Your blood pressure was stable as ever!

“I’m talking to you!” Taehyung got aggravated at your doing. You weren’t giving the usual attention he usually got from you. There was no response, no reaction, nothing coming from you. Did this mean you were really pissed off? “Hey, ____.” He called out to no avail as you continued to draw the letters onto the banner. So, he did it again but still nothing.

Then he decided to walk up and rip the pencil out of your hand and throw it on the ground. Okay, now he infiltrated your space, so you were about to yell at him when he turned your stature around to face him. He pressed his body onto yours and held your wrists on your sides. You attempted to break free from his grasp as you complained, “Let go of me!”

“Why are you ignoring me?” Taehyung pouted as he loosened his grip, careful not to hurt you but still enough to keep you still.

“You’re really asking me that.” You rolled your eyes before lifting your head up to see him. You never realized how much Taehyung towered over you. Maybe it was because you were never this close to him. 

Torsos touching, faces centimeters away, feeling each other’s breaths wash your faces. You had a closer look into his features; caramel skin glowed under the artificial lights, his silken lashes were long, his moles were clear and noticeable, his plush lips looked soft to touch, and ki–

A smug smirk on his face formed as he noticed you looking at his features, completely distracted. “Yes, I’m asking you that.” His voice broke your staring and made you realize what you were doing. You looked away and down to the floor, hiding your heated cheeks. He lets go of one of your wrists to clutch your chin so you can look him in the eye. “Princess, I asked a question. I deserve an answer.” Once you met his eyes, you saw something rather different from his cocky and rude demeanor. His irises darkened and were larger than usual. You suddenly feel rather small and intimidated by him. You didn’t know what to do, but you found yourself willing to do what he said.

“Y-you came late and made me work on this alone.” You hated how weak your voice was, but you couldn’t help it. Taehyung watched you as your large doe eyes stared back at him innocently through your glasses. Your bottom lip pushed out so cutely from your pout. It got him riled upon how willing you looked.

“I’m sorry, baby. I got held up with classwork. I hope you can forgive me.” He caressed your cheek as you hummed before closing your eyes, taking in his touch that felt so good. His thumb ran through your skin, feeling its softness before he grazed your lips. Ever so slowly, he swiped his thumb across your lips for a bit until he suddenly pushed it into your mouth. Your eyes opened up from the surprise and were about to protest, but he spoke before you. “Suck my thumb, princess.”

All you could do was nod before sucking his thumb gently while looking at him with hooded eyes. His eyes filled with lust, wanting more from you. His other hand moved from your wrist to wrap his arm around your waist to lift you up and sit on the desks you gathered. He pushed your legs apart, slotting himself in between them. When you accidentally swiped your tongue onto his thumb, you swore you heard him let out a low moan before pulling his digit out of your mouth. He grabbed your waist, pulling your frame closer to him.

You almost fell back, but you hooked your arms around his neck for support. One of his hands traveled down your body before landing on your higher thigh. You grew tense, then he began massaging the flesh before you relaxed under his touch. You wanted more, and you weren’t sure of “what more” you wanted. But all you know was that you felt your underwear dampening and sticking to your sodden cunt.

That said hand moved higher until it landed on your covered ass, giving a playful squeeze before he leaned closer. You inhaled sharply when you felt his hard-covered erection pressing into your core. The feeling was sensational, almost zapping electricity through your frame. You never had something like this happen to you. Then Taehyung rolled his hips, making his dick rub onto your pulsing clit.

You let out a squeaking moan. You were embarrassed by the sound that came out of you, attempting to put your palm over your mouth, but Taehyung caught your hand and placed them back over his shoulders. His hands rested on your waist as he lowered his head to meet you at eye level. “Princess, lemme hear your pretty voice.” He cooed, resting his forehead on yours. He pecked the tip of your nose before going at a slow pace. He continued to push harder every time his erection hit your clothed pussy.

Each hit made you whine softly, feeling heat form in the center of your body then gradually spread everywhere. You were easily responsive, so sensitive to the brim. You raised your gaze at him, seeing how flushed his face was and how hooded his erotic eyes were. He sensed you were enjoying this dry humping, so he took it up a notch to speed up his thrusting, to which you felt a knot twisting inside your stomach.

“Taehyung!” You squealed as your fingers reached the threads of his raven hair. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Your head twitched forward, resting your forehead on his shoulder. You couldn’t control your breathing and instead kept repeating his name.

“I like the way you say my name, princess.” He chortled darkly without missing a beat to his thrust. “But I prefer you call me daddy. Say it, baby. Lemme hear it.” You whined and shook your head, too shy to even attempt it. It felt too much for you. “Princess, don’t make me stop. You wouldn’t want that, right?”

“N-no.” You sniffed, suddenly feeling something come closer and closer to you.

“Then call me daddy. I’ll give you what you want.” He proposed as he went rapidly, making you groan in such immense pleasure. “Tell daddy I make you feel good.”

“Please, daddy. I want more!” You wept out as you pulled onto his strands. Your seeping hole ruined your panties, but you didn’t care at all. All you wanted was this amazing pressure Taehyung gave you that made the swollen nub twitch that made you lose all your morale.

“Daddy will give you more. He’s also sorry for making his baby wait on him for so long. I hope you can forgive me.” He breathed out before bending down to your neck. He licked a trail on the column before creating a blooming bruise of carnality. His hands pushed through your skirt to knead the fat of your ass, urging you to meet his pace despite your struggle.

“Don’t do it again. I won’t forgive you next ti–unghh.” That one pressure to the clit made you insane. You gripped his hair tightly, feeling the pull coming to its end. “Daddy, I don’t know what’s happening. A-am I-am I gonna cum? Is this it?” You foolishly asked as you bit your lip so hard that you thought you drew blood.

Not that you were completely ignorant to the world of sex. You knew a few things here and there. You heard many stories from your friends and, regretfully, your cousin. You knew both anatomies, but you were never curious about them. You weren’t a prude either. You tried masturbating, hence why Yoongi likes to tease you, but nothing came out. If anything, it hurt like hell, and you refused to do it again. The topic wasn’t all that interesting in resulting in being a virgin with very little experience with their own body.

Taehyung growled lowly, not realizing that you were untouched and pure, so so so pure. It sparked a luscious interest in you, even more so. The idea of him being the first person doing this to you…His dick twitched at the thought of it. He was ready to do more, give you more. “Baby, have you not done anything like this? Haven’t been touched?” You shook your head quickly before retreating back to breathy moans. “Oh, Princess. I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” You struggled to respond as you could feel the coil about to snap within you. You couldn’t wait any longer. You wanted to know how it felt to come. It was coming closer, almost to the finish line–

“_____!” A voice yelled out from behind the door. Though your mind was distracted by a covered dick, it was Taehyung to realize who was coming and what was about to happen. Before you could even finish, he pushed himself off of you and closed your legs. He went to the nearest desk to sit and act casually while hiding the painful tent in his pants.

You almost fell back but stabilized yourself, holding your weight on your palms resting on the desk surface. You were confused. What the hell happened? What was Taehyung doing? Why’d he stopped? All these questions popped into your fucked out mind. You were also angry because you weren’t able to finish. How dare he? 

Before you could protest, you noticed your surroundings and what was happening. Though you say Taehyung acting like nothing happened, you noticed Hoseok and Yoongi walk in with puzzled looks. Their gaze went from a rather calm Taehyung leaning on a chair to you, flushed and sitting on top of the banner.

“Hey…” Hoseok greeted suspiciously, feeling the weird atmosphere. “Are you both good? How’s it going?”

Taehyung hummed, avoiding his eye contact. “Fine.” He spoke no further and practically ignored everyone in the room, including you.

Your best friend’s head turned to you, analyzing your features. You acted strange, never seeing you like this before. You looked completely hammered and frazzled in your spot. Your baby hairs were sticking to your forehead. Your bottom lips were so red and plumped, almost as you broke into the usual hives. He barely noticed your crossed thighs shaking because he spotted a dark spot forming on the side of your neck. He wondered what happened but decided against it and will ask you later. That’s if he’ll remember.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was too invested in his phone to even assume anything. He only paid attention once he put his device in his back pocket before saying, “Sup, how’s the banner?”

“Uhh, huh?” You questioned, tilting your head to the side. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

Yeah, you were definitely not yourself right now because Yoongi cocked an eyebrow and nodded towards you, “The banner you’re sitting on. Have you done anything?” You looked behind you and stared at the paper that barely had any pencil smears and eraser shavings.

Suddenly your brain switched gears, and your sensible switch flipped on, realizing where you were and what you’d done. You dry-humped Taehyung in the middle of the council room. But before you could even orgasm, Hoseok and Yoongi almost walked in on you. Taehyung had his hardened dick hiding under the desk, and you feel your underwear drenched by your essence and the paper damp and darkened.

You couldn’t believe what just happened, feeling your already heated cheeks grow red as the sexual scene replayed in your head. How did you let him get to you? But you wanted to hate it, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Yet this should not have happened in the first place. Your feelings were all over the place, including the emotions of anger, horniness, and shyness.

Before you could indulge yourself in your private thoughts, you snapped back into reality. You jumped on your two feet, catching the attention of all men. However, your legs wobbled, acting like a baby deer, before reaching the desk again to keep you standing. Noticing the large wet spot on the banner, you crumpled the paper into a large ball to hide the evidence and sped to the nearest trash can.

Hoseok was about to open his mouth to question your questionable actions, but you quickly grabbed your things at such speed and evacuated the premises. You didn’t even close the door behind you. You wanted to get away as fast and far as possible. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this, you didn’t want to talk to anyone, and certainly didn’t want to speak on anything you and Taehyung did.

No Kisses | KTH Chapter II: Let Me Remind You

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter II: Let Me Remind You

Throughout the week, you avoided everyone like the plague. It was harsh and rather stupid of you, but your feelings got to you. You were too flustered and embarrassed to be around Taehyung, too ashamed to look at your friends and cousin. How could you let Taehyung do those…questionable actions to you? Especially in the fucking council room! How unprofessional coming from the student body president, the goody two shoes, the one and only ___ ___!

But the way he was talking to you, the way he gripped on your hips, and the way he pressed himself…God, it felt like heaven on Earth for you. You even thought of relieving yourself to get it out of your system, but your mind told you to stop for the sake of your pride. You were also worried about hurting yourself like the last and only time. Not once before he came along did you ever feel that type of pleasure. If you ever went further with him… let’s not talk about that right now. It will never happen. 

After the incident, you refused to see Taehyung. You didn’t–you couldn’t see him. It was way too embarrassing to see one another, at least on your end, which mattered more for you. You felt the need to protect yourself at all costs, not wanting to show vulnerability. You took your precious time to open up to Hoseok and Yoongi while Jimin pulled the cousin card on you. Other than that, you showed such a strong persona that people wondered if you ever showed any emotion besides happiness and anger (only directed to Taehyung, though).

It was just how you were. No specific childhood trauma that scarred you for life. You didn’t think your vulnerability was a weakness, but you believed that those you trusted the most in life could only see it. It was sort of special to you, which is why it aggravated you that you showed a smidge to that fucker football captain. You didn’t want to show anything to him, not even your aura and physical self. 

Luckily for you but also unfortunately, you had your period that week. You used the excuse of sickness and intense cramps to get out of two joint meetings, which Hoseok surprisingly understood, even going far as wondering if you wanted him and Yoongi to drop by your apartment for some goodies. You felt guilty for being a very irresponsible president. Even before the incident, you weren’t doing so well with the joint collaboration. The first meeting was tragic and completely inappropriate of you, and so forth. You stayed back, letting Hoseok do everything. What kind of president does this, or why are you so afraid of showing yourself to Taehyung, you thought to yourself. Those were the type of questions that ran through your head every day since.

The sudden ring from your apartment front door stopped your reflecting process as you were lying on your couch. Once you came home, you stripped off your uniform and threw on a lavender tank top and sweatpants set. You had nowhere else to go, so you might as well be comfortable and care for your cramps by wrapping a heating pad around your torso. It was only three in the afternoon, which meant the meeting had started. Everyone you knew was there, so you wondered who that could be. Maybe Yeonjun because he usually locked himself out, and he would stay at your place until our old lady landlord came and scolded him for being irresponsible.

Your expectations were wrong once you were met with your best friends who were looking angry. You cocked an eyebrow at them before moving to the side for them to enter. They knew you had some questions as to why they were here and not attending the meeting, so before you spoke, Hoseok goes, “I can’t fucking believe you.” As they walked inside and you closed the door behind you. 

“What?” You asked dumbfoundedly as you pushed up your glasses to the bridge of your nose. Yoongi shoved a plastic bag filled with snacks and bottles of tea to you before he headed to your couch to relax.

“Don’t ‘what’ me.” Hoseok scoffed. “You’ve been missing meetings!”

“Yeah, I’ve been. I’m on my period, and it hurts.” You pointed to your attached heating pad, still not getting why he was angry at you. “I told you in advance!”

“Well, yes, I see that. I know you get really fatigued and in pain, but I know more of your reason for skipping is to avoid Taehyung and not necessarily your period.” He responded back, which left you wide-eyed. How the hell did he manage to figure that out?

“N-no?” You were never a good liar, to begin with. “Yoongi?” You called out.

“You’re on your own on this.” The treasurer replied. In your trio, when it came to situations, Hoseok always commented on everything, Yoongi didn’t really give a say until it gets serious, and you rarely got into trouble and thought about the rational thing to do. This was only level two, so it wasn’t bad, but it was bad in a way that this was targeted towards you, so this was like a level seven in Hoseok’s eyes.

Reading you like a fucking book, he added, “I found out because Taehyung actually came up to me during lunch today and asked me where you were. I told you left once you were done with your classes for the day, then man straight up told me you were avoiding him.”

“I was there too, so yeah, captain asked about you. After he left, Hobi and I realized that we rarely saw you, and you never once stepped into the council room or saw you with Jimin.” Yoongi’s voice came out of nowhere. “We concluded this, so we canceled the meeting to come here and beat your ass.”

You stood there with your arms to your sides like that one emoji as you continued to stare widely at your clever best friends. Sometimes with Hoseok’s male wife energy and Yoongi’s “fuck it” personality, you forget that they’re in the honors program with outstanding GPAs that make people cry home to their mom’s lap. You gave up wanting to explain yourself and said, “So?”

Hoseok groaned, “___! Why?”

“B-because he’s getting on my nerves!” You semi-lied, not wanting to give out the real reason. This was a reason, so you didn’t fully lie. You’re okay. You finally moved and headed to your living room with Hoseok trailing behind. “Did he tell you why I’m avoiding him?” You asked as you sat next to Yoongi and placed the bag on your coffee table.

“No. I asked him why and he left.” Your vice president answered as he sat down on your armchair to your left.

You pulled out the items from the bag to lay them out on the surface. “Well, we decided to meet at 1:30 for the banner, but he didn’t show up until 3. He left me hanging, and I did the outline by myself.” You seethed as that faint memory got you riled up. Then you began to remember him rubbing his hard dick onto your clothed pussy to which you shook your head away from the dirty memory.

“That doesn’t mean you can just avoid him.” Hoseok reasoned.

“I don’t care. I will avoid his annoying face at all costs.” You opened a bag of Pocky matcha sticks and munched on them. “He has no signs of respecting me. He’s pushing my buttons and teasing me. Don’t you see it’s him who needs to be talked to and not me? I’m trying my best, but he’s not! Ugh, I hate him!”

“Did you ever tell him to stop?” Yoongi pointed out the obvious. Now when he said that, it was obvious. No means no. Stop means no. You tried thinking back on any occurrence of telling him to stop, but you knew it was pointless because you never told him to, nor did you want him to. Though Taehyung was a teasing man whore, you knew he would stop if you told him off but no. Your silence and your head hanging as you looked down on your lap was their answer. They knew; they knew you knew.

“I’m confusing, I know.” You sighed. 

“No, we know you’re stupid, but sadly no one knows it.” Yoongi shrugged as he reached out for a bag of chips.

“Look, ___. I’m talking to you as your friend and not your vice president with what I’m about to say.” Hoseok began. “Avoiding Taehyung is not getting you anywhere. He may be irking, yes to God he is, but he is willing to cooperate. I asked Jimin to talk some sense into him today, and he said that Taehyung promised that he would respect you through this whole planning. Please meet instead of pigeon messaging everything.” He explained thoroughly as possible. “We also know you don’t hate him.”

You glared quietly at your friend as you chewed on your sticks. He was right. There’s no point in avoiding him, but you were so afraid of seeing him, afraid of your future unconscious emotions and behavior. The last you saw him, his eyes were filled with lust, and practically wanted to fuck you on the banner. There’s no telling how you or he will react after a whole week without seeing each other.

But you had to step it up. This was a sign of vulnerability, not facing your own consequences. You had to be strong. If it meant you had to confront Taehyung, then, by all means, you’ll do it. You will not show vulnerability and definitely not to Kim Taehyung.

-

The next day, you stood in front of the football field entrance. You know what lies there was a dreaded territory. You’ve been there before, having to go and support your cousin playing games. Honestly, if it’s somewhere that doesn’t pertain to you, you avoid any place at all cost. You don’t need to be there unless otherwise, so what’s the point? It wasn’t a familiar area either. You were always lost, even if it was a big ass field. But knowing you had to be here and for a certain someone, you hated it and were a nervous little thing.

There wasn’t a meeting today, but groups were expected to meet before the following Monday. You gave yourself a short pep before entering through the gate. Jesus Christ, this place is huge. Knowing somewhat with muscle memory, you remembered the lockers were to the left before you proceeded further into the pathway which led to the field. You knew through Jimin that practice is in session, so none were in lockers.

To be honest, you really didn’t know what to say, but before coming here, you agreed with yourself that you decided to forget about what happened and focus on the main issue: talking and working with Taehyung. You kept calm, chanting a short mantra of “I am strong” as you patiently walked until you spotted green grass and large fitted, dirty men throwing a ball and some shit. It seemed they were also using dummies to mimic opponents as you saw or assuming you saw, Jungkook tackling one of them. 

You only thought it was him because Jimin told you how Jungkook begged for his jersey number to be 69 and actually succeeded.

This was so weird, and you felt out of place. This area was not…you, not your environment. You felt like a deer going into a tropical forest filled with snakes, beetles, and gorillas. One step in, and you’ll accidentally get bitten and die. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic but go on.

“Hey, Goody Two-Shoes.” A higher pitch voice called out your infamous nickname, so you couldn’t help but search for the sound. Your eyes roamed until you spotted a carbon copy of clones wearing red and white outfit sets staring back at you.

Ahh, yes. You forgot about the cheerleading squad. They also practiced with the football team but on the other side of the field. You met some of them, a nice bunch, to say the least. You didn’t really bother to care enough to remember any names, but they were okay.

But the one who called you out was none other than the cheer captain, Sim Bini, giving you dagger eyes and a twitch on her lip. Since you started college, she didn’t like you for reasons even you don’t know. She hung around your cousin and his friends from time to time, and when you stopped by the group, she always looked at you like she hated you. 

Yet you were indifferent because how would you hate someone you don’t even know. The only thing you heard was that she and Taehyung had a cliche relationship, the captains of the cheerleading team and football team together. A relationship that didn’t last long, but that was about it. Nothing that was related to you. You didn’t care for her, so why would you care if she was being rude to you?

“Can I help you?” Bini spat at you.

“No, thank you, though. I don’t need your help.” You shook your head, giving a gentle smile without knowing you irritated her.

“You know we have practice, right?”

“I didn’t know, actually. Even if I did, I’m not here for you.” You replied civilly. “Please continue on your practice.” And with that, you left the cheerleading team and went towards the football team. All while Bini failed to burn holes into the back of your steel-like head, watching your every move.

As you walked, the team gathered in a large circle, which quickly made you intimidating and nervous. They didn’t look like this when they were in the meetings. Maybe, it was the padding, but either way, they were such a huge unit you wanted to shit yourself.

Once all of them removed their helmets, you immediately spotted him. Sun-kissed skin glowed from the light, sweat-filled hair hanging on his forehead, side profile snatched to the Gods, his stature looking so big, you wanted to die. It sadly made you weak in the knees because you instantly thought about your time with him. You hated this so much.

You saw him speaking to the team though you couldn’t hear him. However, he spoke animatedly as he used his entire body to express what he was talking about, probably critiquing and commenting on what they did. The rest of the members watched attentively and quietly, which displayed how much respect they had for Taehyung.

You spotted Jimin’s jersey number 13, to which you decided to stand behind him. No one could see you, surely not Taehyung, but you watched Taehyung ramble on and on. You didn’t understand a word he was walking about, but he looked so passionate, so admirable, so…

“ONE, TWO, BREAK!” They shouted all at once, making you flinch in the process and getting you out of your head. Since Jimin didn’t know you were behind him, he snapped around, and his shoulder pads smacked your head, causing you to fall down in pain. Fuck, you didn’t think the pads were hard enough to get you a concussion, but they indeed hurt like a bitch.

“Oh my God, ___! I’m sorry, are you okay?” Jimin brought you back up and helped you stand on your two feet. You rubbed your reddened cheek, easing the embarrassment and ache.

“I’m fine, Chim. It’s not every day you get hit with a shoulder pad which, by the way, was too hard to be any sort of pad.” You said lightly with a smile. You hear greetings of “Hi, President,” where you greet back. You feel certain eyes staring back, but you don’t meet them, at least not yet.

“What are you doing here? You hate coming here.” Jimin questioned.

“I have some important business to deal with your captain.” You announced. You mentally prepared yourself, then you finally met with Taehyung’s wide eyes. Your breathing shook a little as you held your gaze. His expression was rather different, almost like…longing? You didn’t know, but it wasn’t a face you were familiar with. He somehow knew you were questioning it because it went back to the cheeky annoying one you knew by heart with the stupid smirk and everything.

“Ahh, so the princess finally wants to see me.” He exhaled satisfyingly.

Okay, wow. That nickname made you want to murder him before; now it’s just–you kept wanting to hear it from him…only him.

You spoke no harsh comments, no stuttering mess, not even an eye roll. You were serene, which shocked all of the members. Even Taehyung was surprised, but his teasing smile covered that. You simply nodded before gesturing to him to follow you away from the team while on their break.

You could feel him closing the gap behind you. It made you feel some type of way that you wanted to push down deep inside you and not come out. You had to focus and act as if nothing had happened. You had to be strong and do this fast. You stopped your trail and turned around. He stared at you patiently, but that same smile stayed on his fucking face. Jesus, you wanted to shove that face, shove it down your–

“Look, I’m only here to discuss what we need to discuss next Monday for the meeting. Are you free after your practice thingy so we can collaborate on what to do?” You said this so robotically, but you couldn’t care less. This was better than showing any other emotion you had for him.

His gaze went elsewhere, pretending to think of his answer. He wanted to test your tolerance a little. But instead of hastily lashing out, you patiently waited for his answer. There was definitely something wrong with you. He could tell but decided it wasn’t a good time to mention it. He remembered that he needed to be civil after Jimin threatened to expose his ass if he didn’t cooperate.

Without words, he nodded and smiled. It wasn’t a smile you were used to. It was closed-lip but very sweet and genuine. It freaked you out, but you liked it, causing you to do it back. A smile you did with your friends or Jimin. It made Taehyung drop his smile as you unintentionally took his breath away.

Hoping you didn’t catch him slipping, he cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah, we can meet.”

“Sounds good. I’ll wait in the council room.” You scurried out of the field before your other thoughts consumed you, refusing to be there any longer than you should. This was only the beginning, and you despised every second of it, is what you told yourself as both a defense and coping mechanism.

Little did you know as you left the football field, you had two pairs of eyes on you. One that was endearing and captivated and another that was furious and cruel.

-

Though you both planned on meeting in the council room, Yoongi was a little bitch who called last-minute dibs and held his committee meeting there. You tried finding another classroom, but for some reason, all of them were occupied, ranging from extracurriculars’ general meetings to students studying, which was odd because it was literally it’s a Friday in the middle of the semester.

Immediately giving up, Taehyung suggested holding the meeting at his apartment. Your flabbergasted expression said it all, “What the fuck? Why?” You crossed your arms across your chest and raised an eyebrow at him.

He merely shrugged with a blank expression. There was no teasing tone, nor had his signature grin plastered on his sculpted face. It was just a suggestion, but your overthinking mind went to a million schemes. You couldn’t tell if there was a specific reason behind it. He was a fuck boy, for Christ’s sake! He probably used it on tons of people, especially with what happened to you last week…Then again, you decided to forget it, and not once did he mention it when being around him for approximately thirty minutes total. But judging by his face, he must have decided to forget it too.

“Damn, okay. How ’bout your place then?” Taehyung proposed since you’ve been in your thoughts and too quiet for his liking.

“No.” You immediately said. Your apartment space was sacred to you, a safe haven. He knew where you lived since he rode with Jimin once in a while, but he never stepped inside, and you wanted it that way. You didn’t want anything there corrupted or tainted by his presence. He’s already contaminated your mi–

“Let’s go to your place.”

-

Taehyung turned his knob and pushed his door open to reveal his apartment. He lets you go inside before closing and locking the entrance behind him. 

“You can take off your shoes here and use these.” He instructed you before pointing to fuzzy cat slippers that appeared unused. You don’t say anything but switch your footwear. You followed him into his living room, settling down your things.

“I’m gonna get some snacks for us, and you can pull out whatever you had in mind for this banner.” He announced before leaving you alone to go to his kitchen.

You couldn’t help but inspect his living space. Though you didn’t want him to know your place, that didn’t mean you weren’t curious to see how this man lived. The theme felt very modern classic. The walls were beige, while the ceiling was grey. Three large photo frames hung on the wall where his emerald couch was pushed back. A lamp stayed on the side of the couch while two rusted-colored armchairs in front of the two sat across each other with a wooden coffee table settled in between. All of the furniture rested under a rather antique carpet. On the other side, a large flat screen hung on a large showcase that also held up figurines and books on the multitude of small shelves. It looked expensive, but then again, Taehyung seemed to have expensive taste.

You sat on the couch, taking in the space. You had an unsettling feeling inside of you. You weren’t uncomfortable. You were far from that. His apartment seemed homey in that it gave you a sense of comfort. He had cute little bear figurines on display and what seemed like smaller framed pictures of his friends around the room. What was not to love about it?

Perhaps it was because you were finally alone with him after a week. You couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt when you were with him, how you wanted more, how you wanted to see more of him, wondering about all the possibilities of what he could do. Oh my God, were you expecting something to happen between you two here? No, you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You needed to forge–

“I didn’t know what you wanted, and I’m not the best cook, so I just made peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches.” He came back with two plates of the made snack and handed a place to you before sitting next to you. You thanked him before grabbing the sandwich. You noticed how the crusts are cut off, and the ratio of peanut butter to jam was probably 1 to 3, which is slightly a bummer because you like peanut butter more than strawberry jam.

Before you could even take a bite, you felt eyes watching your every move. You glanced to the side to meet his chocolate eyes. You couldn’t read him as he made a mundane expression, but it made you feel small and intimidated. You only furrowed your eyebrows, following the unspoken staring competition. It was like he was testing you if you were gonna break. But before anything else, he gave a quick wink and a smile before diving into his snack. 

You were baffled, but it was innate in you to roll your eyes and eat the sandwich as well. He only did that to get you into some way…a way like last week. He succeeded, but you refused to show it.

A fucking tease.

-

Surprisingly, Taehyung was civil and respectful enough to help you make progress with the banner. On top of that, he gave out immaculate and artistic ideas that you didn’t even think about that. A unique mind might you add. His face lit up when you smiled and complimented his suggestions without any sarcasm or anger in your words. When you gave ideas, he also enjoyed the vision you had so much that he took it upon himself to compromise both of your perspectives, thus agreeing on one approach. 

He opened a new side of him that was passionate and driven when he actually put work into it. He seemed to try his best to consider everyone’s opinions into a satisfying agreement. Sure, there were times during the meeting when he was being a bit selfish, but that was expected of him. After experiencing it first hand, you now know why Taehyung was the captain of the football and a respected person to everyone at the university.

There were also moments when you couldn’t help but admiringly lay your eyes on his face. When he wasn’t making it a life’s mission to annoy you, he was actually pretty…bearable. He somehow was even more handsome than he actually was, very breathtaking and his aura was sickeningly intoxicated on par with his musky cologne. When he sketched something out on the sketchpad, you never noticed how large his hands were, and long his fingers were. You wondered what they could do. You weren’t the smallest person in the whole school, fairly average, one might say, but he made you look and feel so tiny. Every now and then, you found yourself going deeper into a hole of thoughts…very dirty and explicit thoughts from a virgin like yourself.

By the time you both decided to end the meeting, it was already dark. You have just finished the rough sketch of the banner and are scheduled to start drawing and possibly painting it this upcoming Monday. You rubbed your eyes under your glasses before pushing up onto your bridge again. You carefully scratched your scalp through your braids, trying your best not to mess it up. You were tired but not necessarily sleepy. You’ve been exhausted from all of this that you couldn’t wait to get home.

Packing your stuff into your bag, you accidentally dropped some of your pens on the carpeted floor that rolled underneath the couch. You cursed to yourself before getting down on your knees and crouching down to gather your stationary. While doing so, you fail to notice how the hem of your skirt raised higher on your thighs or that your back was unknowingly arched and your ass was up for anyone to see, or the shift in Taehyung’s eyes as he peered at it as if you were his prey.

He’d be lying if he said he never thought about you after what happened. God, you looked so pretty submitting under his control. He wanted to take care of you so badly. But he also wanted to punish you so hard after leaving him the bluest of balls in the entire world history and for ignoring him for a whole entire week. When Jimin scolded him for being irritable to you, he promised to be on his best behavior when he saw you again if it was the only way to be near you. But it all left his front door all at once when he saw you bending over, and he envisioned all the things he could do to you. 

Legs looking so soft, skirt flowing with your ass wiggling unconscious to you as you grabbed those damn pens. Curse those safety shorts you had on because they blocked one of the best views he may have experienced; apart from your pretty pink panties, you accidentally flashed him. 

Once you took all of your fallen pens, you hummed happily as you brought them into your case. But a sudden baritone voice shook you to your core as it said, “You know, princess, I still haven’t forgotten about last week.”

You froze once you sat on your heels. You refused to turn around to face him, knowing that it’ll go downhill from there. He could sense you tensing up before relaxing and feigning being indifferent. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You continued to pack your belongings up, a little quicker than before, to get out as soon as possible. Once you zipped up your backpack, you aimed for your shoes and the door. But before you can do so, you were pulled by the leg and dragged along the carpet.

He pushed you onto your back, holding both of your hands down on each side of you. You stared up wide-eyed as he pulled apart your legs, settling himself in between. He hovered over you, taking in your slowly flushed face and that innocent little gaze you always give him and only him. You squirmed and fiddled around to getaway. But alas, your attempt was weak because you wanted something to happen in the back of your mind.

“Maybe I should remind you. Right, princess?” He inquired, but he didn’t let you answer as he pressed his growing hard onto your core. The touch electrified your clit, desperate for more. You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes and biting your lower lip to avoid making noise. You felt him only getting bigger and harder. “Here I was…my cock so fucking hard for you and grinding your little virgin pussy.” You tried pulling your hips away, but he didn’t budge and kept rutting into your clothed pussy. You bit your lips harder, not wanting to give the moans he so desperately tried to get you to do. “Come on, don’t hold in your moans. That cunt is probably soaked right now. I barely even touched you.”

“N-no!” You countered feebly, but the clouded pleasure began overpowering your mind. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, the movement stopped. You opened your fuddled eyes and finally met his contact. His eyes were filled with lust and desire. His breaths were shaky and long. He looked at you as prey, wanting to capture you.

“D-do you want me to stop? Please tell me now, or else I won’t hold back.” Though you knew how badly he wanted you, it made your heart flutter knowing he wanted you to consent…apart from last time, but you both knew what was wanted and it wasn’t necessarily gonna go all the way. This time…it was officially going to happen. “Princess, tell me. Do you want me?”

You softly muttered a yes, but it wasn’t enough for him. “I need you to be loud and clear for me, ___.”

“Y-ye-yes. Yes!” You let out with your face heating up.

“Yes, what?” It still wasn’t enough.

“Yes, Taehyung?” But again, it only made him click his tongue and shake his head.

“Baby, do I have to remind you what you’re supposed to call me?” He lets go of your arms. His hands traveled down the meat of your thighs and gently roamed fingers over your spandex before making a stern slap to your skin. You cried out a moan, feeling the warmth in your stomach. He massaged the pained area again before doing the action once more. “What’s my name?”

You didn’t think he was serious before, thinking it was just to tease you and make you flustered. But now, even with a dopey mind, you saw the kink he loved the most when it came to dominating. “Daddy.”

A smirk crept upon his mouth before holding onto and pecking your calf, “Good girl. But first…” His fingers pushed your skirt up and hooked onto the waistband of your safety shorts. In one motion, he pulled both the shorts and your panties down your legs and threw them to the side. “I need to prep you.”

“Ahhh!” Your cheeks were pink with embarrassment. This is the first time you had someone look down there, so your initial reaction was to cover your wet folds with your hands. Your head was turned and dropped onto your shoulder.

“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay. It’s okay. I got you.” He cooed, relieving you from the shame. He gently pushed your hands away, revealing yourself to him. He gazed astonishingly at your cunt as he licked his lips. “Don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful, ___. Look at me, baby, come on.” The tone of his voice wasn’t demeaning like usual but rather soft and careful that it helped you have enough courage to finally look at him. “There you go.” He smiled ever so gently, to which you gave a light nod and a small smile. “I wanna see your face when I completely destroy you.”

His expression turned dark and menacing when all of a sudden, he pushed a finger into your entrance. As you arched your back, you gasped at the breaching and weakly grabbed the uniform covering his biceps. “God, so fucking wet. I went in with ease.“ He pulled out his finger and licked it while staring at you. His tongue circled his phalange and sucked on what was very little of your wetness, but he tasted all of it like it was his last meal. Dear God, it was a dirty image. “Ahh, you taste so fucking good. Even better than I imagined?“ Wait, he imagined?? He closed his eyes for a second before looking at you again. “You want more?”

Though you could tell he was taunting you, you’d be lying that it didn’t turn you on. You were clenching around nothing, lusting for him to put anything literally from him into you. You shyly nodded but again, it wasn’t enough for him. “Baby, you need to use your words, or else I’m gonna have to punish you. Do you want that?”

You were gonna shake your head but stopped once you realized. “Y-yes, I want more.”

“Yes, I want more what?”

If you weren’t so horny, you’d yell at him, but you had to do what he said. “Yes, I want more, daddy.”

He sighed, somewhat surrendering because at least you’re listening. “Since this is your first time, I’ll be easier on you. But when this happens again, you need to be clearer with your words. Tell me what you exactly want. Understand?”

You didn’t give a fuck about what he said. “Yes, I understand, daddy.”

“You’re behaving so well anyway.” He smiled cockily as he leaned down to you. Your noses touching, feeling his hot breath tickle your skin. You felt his long fingers brushing your sodden pussy, making you squeak and your hips jerk. “So sensitive.”

You were about to call him out on his annoying comments, but he sunk his finger deep into you. His finger was so long it felt like he filled you up to the brim. He reached places that you couldn’t even do. Your mouth opened, letting out a mewl. You reached for his head and intertwined his locks with your fingers.

He tested a pump or two before doing it continuously. With your contorted face, he assumed you were enjoying every bit of it, so he decided that he thrust two more fingers in when he pulled back. That action caused your head to loll back, stretching your neck. It gave him the chance to tuck his head into the trapezius and attach his lips to your skin, sucking purple spots.

You were feeling too much, more than you realized, but you didn’t want it to stop. Your body felt so good that you unapologetically moaned. Taehyung fucking loved your sounds, knowing that he was the cause of them, but again, he wanted to get out more. So he curled his fingers, trying to find the squishy rougher patch. He knew he found it when you got louder and pitchier. “Fuck, music to my ears.” He pulled back to watch you. He did it again, and it made you so dizzy.

“Baby, you like that? Is daddy making you feel good?”

“Y-yes, daddy! It feels so—Ah fuck!”

He pushed another finger into you. The stretch hurt, but there was still pleasure. “Saying dirty words, kitten.” He smirked. He needed to do this so you could take him. You felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter. Taehyung could feel you squeezing, which made him moan as well. He rubbed his trapped cock onto your thigh to ease off some pressure. He was holding back but needed to focus on you. “Princess, I can feel you tightening up. Are you gonna come? Did you ever cum after the last time?”

“N-no, I haven’t!” You whined, pulling on his hair. Untouched, inexperienced, and still haven’t came before? God, Taehyung was gonna cum right then and there. He could feel the tip of his dick seeping out pre-cum and leaking his boxers with every sound, ever tell you had in you.

“Wow, I’m giving you a lot of freebies today.” He chuckled darkly as he watched you trembling. His thumb then found your swollen clit, enhancing the hardening pressure. You wept, feeling something coming about to come. “Princess, go ahead and come. Let me be your first.”

Once he said that you were hit with cloud nine. Your eyes rolled back with your mouth wide open. As your walls convulsed around his fingers, the knot came undone, coating him with your frothy cum. His thrusting slowed down, helping you with your high. But his eyes grew when he felt something wet.

He looked down to not only see your body still twitching, but you were gushing sprinklers of cum. He groaned at the delicious sight before helping you empty yourself out. “Oh, fuc—You’re such a good girl squirting for me. Fucking good girl.“ You drenched his carpet, which he wasn’t fazed on as he was completely hypnotized by the fucked up look on your face. But you gave no fucks once you were finally finished.

You looked so fucked out, having experienced this for the first time. You didn’t know you could do that…squirt, that is. You didn’t know if you should be ashamed or glad or whatever the fuck because you didn’t know what it meant. You were delusional, not caring about what you were supposed to do. Judging by the expression on his face once he pulled his fingers out to suck on them, you thought it was an okay sign. 

Though you came, your body still wanted. You wanted more from him, so you pulled onto his arm. Once he was in reach, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to kiss—

“N-no, no. I must tell you, princess, that I don’t do kisses.” He stopped, pulling back before your lips could touch. “No kisses.”

Suddenly, that sobered you up quickly. You could merely blink at him with shock. Your cheeks reddened with humiliation, completely forgetting his well-known rule. No kisses, of course, and that also applied to you. You reminded yourself that you weren’t any special. Though you wanted to go further with him, you already knew you’d become another girl on his list. You accepted it, but there was an underlying emotion.

You looked down and away from him, but you could feel his eyes on you. Taehyung saw a speck of sadness in your eyes when he had to tell you that. Usually, he didn’t care for his hook-ups’ reactions to it. Whether it was sad, upset, or indifferent, he was still getting his dick wet. But this felt different. He didn’t like he made you sad from this. He couldn’t do anything about it. It was his rule, no matter what, until further notice. 

He wanted to make you feel better…give an alternative. He grabbed your chin so you could face him. He licked his lips and carefully said, “No kisses, but I can do this again.” He leaned forward like a kiss, but his head moved down to your neck, giving you more hickeys. You could only wince at the slight pain, but the pleasure overcame all. He coated your neck with blotches. His hands moved down to pull your blouse apart, causing some of the buttons to fly out.

You gasped, “My uniform!”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He muttered on your painted skin. He pushed up to reveal your matching light blue bra covering your chest. He pulled the fabric down to see your perked-up nipples ready to be touched by him. He gaped at the curves of your breasts, how plush they looked. He swiftly reached under your back to unclasp your bra. There he took that and your blouse off of you, leaving you in your skirt.

You couldn’t even process how exposed you were because he dived into your chest to suck on your nipple and rolled his fingers with the other. You were sensitive everywhere. You could feel every nerve in you getting aroused and electrocuted by this man. “Taehyung.” You moaned out, but he responded by biting your nub hard.

You cried out. He released you from his mouth, and he growled, “What did I say?! You were doing so good! Are you just gonna be a bad girl from now on?” You didn’t think his voice had the ability to get deeper, but it did.

The stern look on his face made you fear him, but the throbbing of your pussy showed that you loved every part of it. You could only whine and shake your head, but the glare on him again sharpened. He was about to scold you, but you beat him to it. “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good, daddy. I won’t be bad any longer, daddy.” You said softly but in a rush. You pushed your lower lip out and pouted as you batted your eyes. Your action was unconscious, but it triggered him.

There was no holding back.

“Fuck.” He encircled his arms around your waist, grabbing you off the dampened carpet. He lifted you both up until he stood on his feet. You wrapped your legs around him so you wouldn’t fall. He kept one hand on your waist but the other on your ass. He looked at you in the eyes as his legs did their own thing to walk you down his hallway. 

You stared back, taking in his features. His face was flushed, his lips were red, sweat glistening his skin. You both reached the end to reveal his bedroom. As he settled you down on his bed, you didn’t bother scanning his room like you did his living room. Your focus was only on him. He stripped himself out of his buttoned shirt to reveal his gorgeous tanned skin without breaking eye contact. He didn’t have abs like Jimin or defined muscles like Hoseok, but he was definitely toned, and you enjoyed every bit of it. You heard the drop of his pants as he let out a sigh. His dick finally being free after being restrained for so long. You could see the large indent on him, which made you curious, but once he freed himself out of his boxers and it slapped his lower stomach, you gulped.

You’ve never seen a lot of dicks (Yoongi, Jungkook, don’t ask), but you can say for yourself that Taehyung was…well endowed. He was huge and so thick. Was that even possible? A curve to his dick to the left and a prominent vein across the shaft. It was rather an attractive sight. Everything about him is so handsome, you said internally.

But weakly, you spoke, “I-is that even gonna fit me?” You had worry washed all over you. You were a bit frightened. You heard the rumors, and obviously, they were true, but this seemed…physically impossible, especially with a virgin like yourself. You were even too scared to finger yourself.

You could hear that fucker snicker at you, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go slow.” He made lazy strokes on his cock before he climbed onto the bed and slotted himself between your legs. You could only whimper as you saw it coming closer to you. Okay, now your expression made him concerned. “___, are you okay with this? If not, I can jack myself off, and it—”

“No, no!” You grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down. The tip of his dick touched your clit on accident, making your body shutter. “I-it’s okay.” But you saying that didn’t make him all that convinced, so you decided to say. “I promise…daddy.” You smiled so sweetly that it made Taehyung twitch. He wanted to ruin that cute face of yours.

He nodded and breathed out, “I promise I’ll go slow, but I won’t promise it’s gonna stay like that.” He saw you hesitate as your eyes widened but sighed and said okay. “Look at me when you take me in. I’m not asking. That’s an order.”

“Yes, daddy.” You were so compliant. It hurt his heart.

He held his cock and grazed the head onto your folds. Your essences mixed together as he gathered as much to lubricate himself. He positioned himself at the entrance, and before pushing, he stared at you with so much lust and pleasure. His eyes searched a tiny command for you to say yes. You nodded once more, then you felt the pressure through your hole as his head breached.

You cried, feeling your body tensing up, but he shushed you to relax when he pushed himself going in further. He was so thick it hurt so right. You felt so full, but you knew he wasn’t even all the way in. Your eyes twitched as the pain sunk into you. Once he bottomed out, he watched you adjust to his length. He knew it’d hurt, but he promised you that the pleasure does get better.

“Fuuuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He hissed as he could feel you squeezing him. “Baby, relax. If you do that, I’m not gonna last.” He murmured into your skin before giving some kitten licks.

“To-too big,” You were heaving, feeling the dull pain around your lower stomach.

He gave you some time before he moved slowly. Your face looked hurt while you pushed out squeaks out of your mouth. He wanted you to get used to the feeling. The pain was blunt but bearable, but as he kept going on, the pain was replaced by a never-before sensation.

You were groaning in carnality as you scratched his naked shoulders. You wailed, scrunching your nose when he hit your sensitive spot in your cunt. His ears twitched, making a note to do that again. He smirked evilly before his pace got harder and quicker. His dick pounced on your cervix repeatedly, causing you to cry in pleasure. “Daddy!” You squealed as your brain melted into mush. “Humph, yes! S-so huge!”

“That’s right, princess. You feel daddy? You feel me all the way up your fucking virgin cunt?” He growled, thrusting harder, making your tongue spill out of your mouth. 

Taehyung had such a dirty mouth, but you liked hearing those words from him. You couldn’t believe you were stripped from this for so long. How silly of you for not having the sexual urge to try some things on you? But perhaps, it wasn’t just the sex itself. Maybe it was the certain someone who was doing these things to you. 

You didn’t know how to do anything, but knowing Taehyung’s experience, you automatically believed his level of skill if he could put you, someone with a libido that’s not as high as his, into a trance of sex. You enjoyed every minute of it with your tits bouncing, hearing the sounds of slouchy skin slapping, and your moans getting progressively louder as you felt another orgasm coming up.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was enjoying his pretty view of your fucked out expression. He never saw you like this. You were always so uptight, flustered, and a little annoying, especially when scolding him. Now you were a wreck, completed ruined by the big dick he took pride in knowing how to use it. You were drooling, eyes were rolling back and forth, and making marks on him he will love seeing until it fades away.

He wanted to destroy you and your innocence.

“More! More! More, daddy!”

You chanted his name like a prayer. You were tightening around him, ready to let go, but Taehyung seemed to beg to differ. “Baby, you wanna cum?” He asked, and you could only whimper. “Nuh-uh-uh. You have to ask daddy for permission.” He wasn’t stopping his pace, but he reached down to pinch your nipple, making you squeal from the pleasurable pain. “Fucking beg.”

“Please, let me cum.” You managed to garble in heat. “Please, pwease, please, daddy.”

He then reached down to rub your swollen clit that made you cry out before he bent down and whispered onto your cheek, “Cum, my little slut.”

He sent you into a frenzy. Your mind was gone. All thoughts were gone. You saw white spots in your vision as your eyelids twitched and your back arched. Your fingernails dug into his skin, basically breaking through a barrier that blood was almost found. You didn’t think you had another one in you, but lo and behold, you squirted again, leaking your cum onto his sheets.

Even when you were coming down on your high, Taehyung didn’t stop his pace as he chased his own. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you heard him whine for the first time. You winced at the overstimulation, but it wasn’t too bad.

“Baby, where should I cum?” He asked.

“Inside, it’s okay.” You weren’t thinking, head still in the clouds, but it was okay. You were on birth control for period regulation. It also meant using the other benefits you weren’t planning on using the pills for.

Hearing those words from you only made Taehyung reach his climax faster. He leaned down, putting his face in the crevice of your neck. After a few pumps, you heard him groan deeply as he dug his dick deep into your pussy and spurted ropes after ropes of cum. You felt another new sensation, feeling his cum coat your battered walls. It felt really good. He made small thrusts to empty himself into you. After a while, he became flaccid but still not leaving you.

He placed his weight onto you before rolling to your side, which also made his dick come out of you. You whined at the harsh sensitivity, but he kissed your shoulder to ease you. You eyed him as you saw he, too, looked like a fucking wreck. His hair was wet from the sweat and all over the place, his eyes trying their best to keep open, lips so red like cherry, and his chest heaving heavily.

He gazed up at you before giving one last peck on your glistening skin. “I know you told me inside, and it was in the heat of the moment, but was it okay?” Even post-coital, he was still concerned for your sake. Another flutter for your heart.

You hummed, “On the pill for my period.” You felt the heaviness of your eyes as tiredness and sleep slowly defeated you. You were sticky and lying on wet sheets, but you were too exhausted to even move. You heard Taehyung mutter something about helping you get cleaned up, but you were knocked out from there.

No Kisses | KTH Chapter III: Uncalled Punishment

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter III: Uncalled Punishment

You woke up with unbearable heat around you. Your apartment was never this hot. It was always at the perfect temperature for your liking to keep you warm, even in your thick blankets but also cold enough to keep you from sweating. But this…it felt like you were on top of a furnace. You grumbled as you rubbed your eyes. You blinked your vision, although it was limited since you don’t have your glasses.

You sensed that it was nighttime as the sky through the window was blanketed with darkness and twinkling stars. It made you think you had more time to sleep, which was good because you were still so tired. But before that, you wanted to get away from the unknown heat. As you pushed yourself up, you sensed your palms touching smooth skin that wasn’t yours.

You furrowed your eyebrows, questioning it in your head. But your pupils dilated went you felt a draft on your…naked body??? Why were you naked? You looked around the bedroom to realize you were not in your bedroom. You had so many questions, but all the answers were right in front of you, sleeping as he lazily had an arm on the small of your back.

Oh.

Oh.

You had sex with Taehyung.

You gave your virginity to the Football Captain fuckboy, Kim Taehyung.

The audacity of the fucking cliche.

Heat crept on your face. You felt around you. Sheets were clean, and you weren’t sticky like before you fell asleep. Taehyung must have cleaned everything and you up. His gesture had your heart skip a beat.

But your rational mind flooded your thoughts. How could you be so stupid falling into this trap? It was a fucking bomb ass trap, but a trap nevertheless. You remembered knowing you were gonna be another girl on his list, but the thought and emotion now sunk in. He was never letting this go and would tease you to no end. But more importantly—

“Baby?” A deep voice called out. You turned your head to see him half-asleep but rubbing his eyes. He sensed coldness around him, which caused him to wake up. “Why are you awake? Go back to sleep.”

Your stomach dropped. This was too intimate, and it scared you, especially with Taehyung. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t have been in this position. “I-I-I have to go now.” You shuffled your way out to get out of bed, but arms slithered around you, pulling your body back to him. He tugged the blankets over the both of you. He pressed your bareback onto his chest, feeling the radiation his body gave you. Has he always been this hot?

“Please stay, princess.” Though it was a statement, it sounded like he was asking you gently as he peppered kisses onto your skin, giving you goosebumps. He was so calm, almost loving in a way, compared to how he talks to you at school and now that you experienced it, in bed too. “Stay with me.”

It frightened you, your heart beating fast, and worried he might notice it. You didn’t know, but he did notice, and it scared him.

“I shouldn’t—“

“It’s okay. No one is rushing us.” He shushed you, trying to calm you and his own heart down. “It’s just us, only us. It’s okay, ___. Please? “He kissed your neck with small suckles, which eased your tensed form that you didn’t even know you were doing. 

“But—”

“Let’s sleep, baby. We can talk about it in the morning.” He suggested in hopes that the conversation would end, but he knew you were relentless.

Still questionable, you turned around, and the warmth of your chests touched one another. The feeling was nice…comfortable even, like a home. You looked up to him with your beautiful doe eyes sparkling in the night light. Unlike other occurrences, you didn’t have your glasses the entire time, so Taehyung could really look into your eyes and fully drown in them. You were baffled by the closeness between you two and how much it gave you serenity. “I never told you this, but you have such beautiful eyes, ___. I can see them better without your glasses, but… you’re beautiful either way.”

You gasped as your eyes widened at his compliment. It was filled with so much affection and fondness, nothing you’ve seen Taehyung do to anyone besides his close friends aka Jimin. You heard about it but never experienced it yourself. It was reassuring, safe enough to let you be alright sleeping here in his arms. He pulled you near, and you let yourself wrap an arm over his torso. He mumbled goodnight as he kissed your forehead and your hair before you fell into slumber again.

-

You didn’t wake up with him in the morning.

In fact, you woke up a couple of hours later. The sun didn’t rise yet, but it didn’t stop you from quietly roaming around his apartment to gather your belongings and put back on your scattered clothes. It took you a while to get Taehyung off you because he held you tight, but you managed to escape. You assumed that he was a heavy sleeper because you stubbed your toes at the bedroom door, and he didn’t move. He was dead weight.

You quietly cursed when you couldn’t find your underwear, and you had no choice but to put on your ruined blouse. You cried in happiness when you found your spandex, but it still was uncomfortable walking without your panties. But even so, it was ruined, and you were most likely not going to put them back on, so you let it be. You fixed your hair into a bun and found your glasses as well.

The hardest part was actually getting out of his apartment due to the loud locks. You had to snap it like a bandaid and just bolted out of the door, escaping the home of Kim Taehyung. You hoped you were never in this position again.

.

.

.

Wait, you take it back. The hardest part was actually calling up Hoseok early in the morning and waiting for him outside in the cold with ruined clothing. You were terrified of what he’ll say when he saw you. You knew he’ll question why you were calling him at this hour. He’ll ask all these questions that you were afraid to answer.

You mentally praised your best friend for being woken up by your call. You asked him to come to pick you up with an address you’ll give him. Though he bitched at you, he was so much of a best friend to get you.

Ten minutes later, you see him pull his car up to where you were, and you ran inside to finally get away from the cold. Your back facing him as you closed your door. He was unable to see your state. Before you could even thank him, he beat you to it, ready to complain like a fucking bitch that he can be.

“May I ask why you fucking needed me to fucking pick you up at five in the fucking morning on a fucking Saturday?” He spat out. You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was in a hoodie and pajamas with bags under his eyes. “Also, where the fuck were you? Yoongi and I tried calling and messaging you all last night! We wanted to have a movie night.”

You knew it. All these questions that you were afraid to tell him. You tried to compose yourself before your breathing became unstable. It was now or never, and you needed to let it out before it consumed you alive.

“This…this…” You started, but you took a deep breath in and out before finally admitting, “…This was Taehyung’s apartment complex.”

Hoseok had to process what you just said very clearly. It was way too early in the morning for him. His mind was probably doing a trick on him. “Excuse me, What?! _____, what happen—“He couldn’t finish his sentence when you finally turned to face him to reveal the hickeys on your neck and chest, your uniform shirt open without buttons, and your face saying so much with the feared look. 

Dead silence ate the air around you two.

Hoseok tried gathering all that he could conclude by observation. “___, did you?”

“No?” You tried your best to lie, but you weren’t the best liar.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” He seethed with so much anger that it caused him to now have high energy levels.

“Fine! We had sex!” You groaned, giving up your pride. The reality sunk even more once you told Hoseok, one of your closest friends.

“Holy shit! We’re calling Yoongi right now and waking him up because you’re fucking telling us these details now.” Hoseok dug into his hoodie pocket to take his phone out and dial your other friend early in the fucking morning on a Saturday. 

You groaned, knowing that there’s gonna be more embarrassment for you. “Hobi, I ca—We shouldn’t.”

-

Too late. You and Hoseok—mainly Hoseok—dragged Yoongi out of the comfort of his bed and begged for a hoodie and sweatpants to change from your destroyed uniform. Though Yoongi was tired as fuck and looked at your state with many questions running in his head, he didn’t say anything. He knew you both needed to tell him something, so he was willing to wait a little longer—unlike Hoseok, who yelled at Yoongi to hurry his ass up. 

The three of you went to a nearby breakfast place to talk about your scandalous rendezvous with the infamous fuck boy. Though you were very much humiliated by what you did, flustering and stuttering with every detail, you were comfortable with telling your best friends. The entire time Hoseok’s mouth was open while Yoongi listened mundanely as he drank his coffee and shot out a few insults at both of you (probably because you fucking woke him up).

Once you ended your story, you were met with silence. It was a lot to take in for them. Their goody-two-shoes best friend, who steered away from all things sex and pleasure, slept with the notorious Quarterback of a damn flirt who didn’t like kissing.

“So you just…left his apartment while he was asleep?” Yoongi asked, breaking the silence, and you only can nod weakly. “You know, for a goody-ass-two-shoes, that sure was a dick move for you to do. Oh my God, is our little ___ growing up?” He smiled proudly.

“I can’t believe you got dicked down by Kim Taehyung??!! Raw, might I add!” Hoseok yelled flabbergasted. You hushed him down as you scanned your surroundings. It was mainly the elderly reading the newspaper and a few others who looked hungover from a night of partying. No one important to hear but not saying, you wanted people to hear.

“Hobe, also need to mention that she lost her virginity to him.” Yoongi praised, earning a glare from you, but it held no fear in him. “So ___, our sweet, intelligent, remarkable woman, whatever will you do?”

“I’m gonna forget what happened.“ You stated firmly, your voice as confident as possible.

“That’s not gonna happen.” They both said in unison as they ate their breakfast. You sighed, knowing damn well that though your voice was confident, you—yourself—were not confident in that statement.

“It was a one-time thing. It’s Taehyung, for Christ’s sake. You both know how he is. Plus, his “no kissing” rule applied to me too.” You quickly defended, trying to reason as much as possible. “It didn’t mean anything for him, so it shouldn’t mean anything for me.”

“We all know that’s not true.” They said in unison again, which you desperately groaned, knowing they were right yet again. Your forehead smacked the surface of the table, once again admitting defeat and pride. They and you weren’t gonna let this rest because let’s be real for once and for all. Through all those insults, banter, and flirtatious teasing you supposedly absolutely hated from him, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like Taehyung.

Your small crush or whatever this thing you’re feeling with Taehyung happened a little before Jimin even introduced you to him years back. The way your cousin described him seemed like he was a caring, lovable, and affable person who wouldn’t even hurt a mere bug to which you were intrigued. When you saw a picture of Jimin and his football friends on your social media, you saw him tagged and looking absolutely captivating.

His smile was so beautiful. The videos of Taehyung acting stupid with his friends to make others laugh were pleasing, the soulmate moments he and Jimin had, which Jimin told you afterward. His aura seemed so remarkable that it kept you wanting to see more.

Of course, you gushed over him through your group chat with Hoseok and Yoongi. But that seemed to go down the drain once you met him face to face. Everything he said to you was annoying with his cocky grin.

Alas, you couldn’t help that you enjoyed his irritating presence. You wanted your interest in him to die and rot in a hole. You thought you’d get over your crush on him, but it’s been almost three years, and your dumb heart was willing to risk it all for him. Risk it all enough for him to take your virginity with your full consent and find a tight way into your heart.

You lifted your head up and rested your chin on the palm of your hands. “I know. But I shouldn’t think like that because we all know nothing will happen.” You truthfully spoke. You knew why you were sad about being just another girl on his list, why he didn’t kiss you when you slept with him. It basically confirmed that though he was attracted to you, you wouldn’t have anything more with him than you hoped. “That fucking dick.” There was no poison to your voice. You knew deep down that though Taehyung was indeed a fuck boy, he wasn’t necessarily an asshole. He took care of you and asked you to stay with him, almost like he wanted to be near, and kept you as if you were his.

But of course, you had to face the reality of it all.

Your mind thought he probably did this with others: telling the boundaries but still treating them like they were the only ones for him.

“He probably just wanted to fuck me, and he did, so mission accomplished. I just hope that Jimin doesn’t know anything about this.” Though Taehyung made you frustrated and pleasured in many ways, you never wanted to get in between his and Jimin’s friendship. Everything Jimin said about him seemed genuine. Despite your evidence against the football captain, you could implicate how important Taehyung was to your cousin. You know he’d be crushed if he knew what happened and what it did to you.

“You can worry about Jimin some other time, ___. The main focus is that are you okay and will you be okay with what happened?” Hoseok probed from out of all your worries and statements. Yoongi and his main priority right now were checking if their best friend was happy, which by the way you looked, was leaning towards a no.

“I guess I’ll be okay?” You wanted it to happen; you really did. “I liked him for so long, I knew what I was getting myself into…even before the sex.” You picked at your forgotten breakfast: two eggs with a bacon slice curving downwards.

How fitting.

“Are you sure?” Yoongi pressed. “We know this crush isn’t gonna go away anytime soon.”

“I know.” You replied sadly. “We just have to get through this championship. I promise I’ll be as professional as possible to run the meetings, Hobi.” You reassured your Vice President.” It’s only less than two months to prepare for the week. I can deal with it, and after, it’ll be long forgotten.”

Except your crush.

-

Following events, you decided to be a hermit and not contact anyone. You distracted yourself with your work, but once you were done, you were met with absolutely nothing to do or anything that excited you. In fact, you became consumed by your thoughts and feelings for the boy you were with last Friday.

You had to accept the fact that nothing would happen out of it, which was a disappointment, to say the least. It’s bad enough that sleeping with him only made you fall for him harder. Covering your neck and chest, the hickeys—currently coated with makeup reminded you of him. Your face burned at the thoughts.

The only thing you could do was let it pass through time, and the only thing you should do was to focus on preparing for championship week and executing your presidential duties. One of them was having a brief meeting with Coach Bang.

You made your way to the locker rooms since that was where his office was. It was unfortunate for you because as you entered the building, you were immediately hit with shirtless, sweaty men in nothing but white towels and shoving each other in the lockers. Some were showering, others were done and changing, and a few…you accidentally met with bare asses. Some men have no shame at all…

You didn’t realize you were staring until one of them made eye contact. Seokjin…one of your cousin’s friends. Before he could even greet you, you blushed and bolted to the coach’s office.

You seemed to startle the older man as he flinched at your arrival. You were slightly pink in the cheeks and breathing through your nostrils. You closed the door and unconsciously fixed your ponytail and glasses that didn’t need any adjusting. You greeted the coach like nothing happened and sat at the chair in front of his desk.

What a strange girl, he thought profoundly. But he blurted out, “___, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it,” You cleared your throat, pulling a smile to cover up some embarrassment.

Coach Bang didn’t push any further and when on with business. He asked if your council could come to help the team’s fundraisers in a couple of weeks and raise awareness on championship week to get more sponsorship and donations. Though you had to make the final decision with your advisor, it was most likely a go with it since it was only volunteer work.

Like what was said before, it was a short conversation, but it made a big difference to your work. You both walked out of the office, him going after you to lock his office for the day. “Oh, by the way, the boys made some decorations for the fundraiser. They’re in a big box in the cornerback. Is it possible if we could keep it in the council room? Knowing them, they’ll destroy them on accident.” Coach Bang informed.

“Hey, that was three times!” A whine came out of nowhere. You both turned to see that Namjoon had overheard your conversation yet leaving the lockers.

“Three times too many, Kim!” Coach yelled back, shaking his head.

“Of course, I’ll bring the box in. It shouldn’t be too heavy, right?” You asked, and he said no.

He let you be and left his work for the day. You quietly headed down to the end of the locker rooms to retrieve the box he talked about. Once you found it, you moved closer to the decorations. However, you spotted something from the corner of your eyes—or someone you wished to never run into any time soon.

There he was…shirtless with only that thin fabric wrapped around him and covering his most prized and proud possession you so have experienced. Drops of water dripped at the ends of his ebony locks, indicating he had just finished showering. His honey-toned skin gleamed underneath the artificial lights while his torso looked so defined you wanted to lick him.

Ugh, you only had sex once, and now you sound so desperate to be touched…specifically by him.

He was distracted by gathering his clothes inside his locker when he could sense a gaze on him. Usually, he doesn’t even bother since it was his teammates, but this type of staring was strong, almost asking him to turn. It could be one of the boys playing around, like flashing him, so he broke his eye contact from his locker and was about to tell them to fuck off until he saw you.

His pupils dilated at your sight, very clean cut like normal but even more beautiful than before. Since that night, he hasn’t seen you and had many questions to ask you. But judging by your unapologetic staring, his thoughts were pushed aside, and his cocky persona came to the front.

“Hey, princess. Back for more?” Taehyung smirked, turning his entire body to get a good look at you. You snapped out of your thoughts and gazed at his words. Your heart fluttered on the inside but rolled your eyes on the outside to keep calm.

Trying to be unfazed, you said as you pushed your frames up, “I’m not here for you if that’s what you’re implying. I came to talk to your coach about some stuff.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared. You glanced swiftly at his open torso, which he saw. You couldn’t make it any more obvious when your cheeks had a red hue to them.

“You didn’t say no to being back here for more.”

You blushed harder, “S-shut up! You’re absolutely disgusting, you pig. No, I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“That’s not what you said when you were under me. Begging for more,“ He chuckled condescendingly. You knew he was right, but the way he said it got you angry and pouting. He knew he hit a nerve but found you absolutely adorable, to which he softened his expression to a more somber one. “Baby, why’d you leave me?”

“D-don’t call me that!” The nickname gave you so many unwanted emotions. It triggered something in you, suddenly clenching at how he uses it. “You’re really asking me?” You spoke softly, afraid some team members might hear you.

“Yes, because I woke up, and you weren’t there beside me.” He, too, crossed his arms as he responded. He gave a light curl on a side of his mouth, “Wanted to wake you up giving the best head to your squirting pussy. I wanted to taste how good you are and let your—“

You hushed him as you charged over to him to cover his mouth with your hand from saying more dirty things. You heard a couple of team members leaving the locker room, unknowing of your conversations. “Don’t say those things in public.” You told him shyly. Though now you had a sexual experience, it didn’t mean you wanted people to know these things about you. You couldn’t help but look down at your feet, unable to meet his eyes. What was happening to you? You didn’t think you were this shy, but his aura overpowered your entire being when you were with him. 

“Aww, is my little princess shy?” Taehyung cooed. He grabbed your cheeks and pulled your head up so he could see you. You looked so adorable to him when you were like this. “No need to be shy with me, doll.” His hands traveled down to your wrists, pulling you towards his locker and giving you two a bit more privacy. He knew everyone was gone by now… just you and him. He rested his palms on your hips, rubbing little circles to alleviate you. “But seriously, why did you leave?” His eyes filled with so much worry that you could feel it oozing out of him. Did he upset you? Did you regret it? Was he not good enough for your first time? Many questions were in his mind.

“I just had to…it felt the right thing to do.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Tae—”

“I prefer daddy.” He said out of pocket to ease the tension.

“Taehyung, what we did was not supposed to happen. It was a mistake—“

“But do you regret it?”

“What?”

“Do…” He took a step closer. “…you…” Another step, and you stepped back. “…regret..” Another. “…it?” Your back hit the cold surface of the lockers. Your palms touched Taehyung’s bare chest, lightly keeping distance, but you could feel the heat-producing between you two. Your heart beating fast by how close he was, and his growing bulge pressed to your clothed stomach.

You whined frailly, causing him to chuckle. “That’s not an answer, princess. Remember, I need words.”

“…No.” You spoke truthfully. But you weren’t confident enough to tell him how you felt, so all you could say was, “But it shouldn’t happen again. What’s done is done but not again.”

“Why not?” He frowned, not liking your response. “Why are you restraining what you want so badly?”

You scoffed, “You don’t know what I want, Taehyung.”

“Are you sure about that?” He bent down, touching the tip of your nose with his. His breath stroked your cheeks. You had the urge to mesh your lips with him, but you recalled his rule, which caused you to turn your head away.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You sniffled as your heart twisted in pain.

He met your sadness once again and immediately hated it. He hated seeing you like this. He couldn’t understand it but knew that he wanted to keep you away from whatever was causing you this. “Maybe not fully, but…there are some ways I could help you cope.” He smiled warmly, catching your attention. You raised an eyebrow before that smile curved like a devil. His hands shifted downwards until they reached under your skirt, meeting the waistband of your safety shorts. You gulped, saying nothing but letting it happen again.

“This spandex is always in the way.” He grunted, pulling them with your panties down. “You should just not wear them anymore. It’ll be easier for us.” He got down on his knees to follow your thinned fabrics down to your ankles and helped get them off. He moaned when he spotted a string of arousal that connected your panties and cunt before breaking. “So ready for me.”

“No! It’s embarrassing.” Your back rested against the lockers. You pushed down your skirt to hide, but Taehyung wasn’t having it. He decided to go under the clothing before meeting your drenched core. “Ahh, Taehyung!” He inhaled deeply, taking in your loving scent, murmuring curses.

“Don’t care. I know you love it.” His fingers caressed your pussy, getting a whiney groan from you. He pulled your leg over his shoulder to get better access. He began playing with your wetness, pasting them all over your folds. “You’re so fucking wet already. Were you that horny when you saw me, huh? Thought about all the things I did to you?” He whispered sweet dirty words that kept you clenching around nothing.

“Taeh—“

Smack.

You winced when he slapped your plumed ass. “What did I say about my name?” His tone was harsh, but he massaged the reddened area with care. “Do you wanna get punished?” You pouted and shook your head. He exhaled annoyingly, but you caught on.

“No, daddy.” You spoke in a rush. “I’ll be good…but someone could catch us. I’m scared.” You covered your face with your palms. This was too much for you to handle. Though no one but you two was here, the thought of someone catching you in this position…

“Baby, it’s okay.” He kissed your inner thighs. “I promise you that I won’t let us get caught.” He spreads the petals of your sex with your clit peeking through. The nub pulsated as he patiently watched it before letting out a cooling blow. You immediately sucked sharply and then bit your lower lips hard to prevent any noise.

“So pretty, baby. Are you ready for daddy?”

No, no. “Yes, daddy. I’m ready!” You shamefully admitted.

He hummed nonchalantly before licking a long strip on your wet folds. “Lemme show you what you missed out on that morning.” There, he dived in and sloppily slathered his tongue through the entrance of your pussy. It felt tingly, yet so fucking good that your legs were shaking. His palms gripped your thighs and pressed you into the cold surface. You carded through his ebony locks before keeping a rather tight grip. 

His muscle swept through the labia before wrapping his lips around the clit. He swirled around the nub, making you bite your lip even harder, feeling as if you drew blood. You felt his phalanges near your hole, playing around the small circumference with your dew. You were too busy squirming to tell him not here, but it was too late as he embedded two of them and inevitably pumped into your cunt.

“Daddy!” You groaned as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You started to unconsciously roll your hips to get more of him. Your sweet little sounds resonated through the empty lockers, even if you were trying to be quiet as a mouse.

His skillful plush released from you, making you whine from the lost touch. He slowly got up from his knees to hover over you completely, but his fingers didn’t stop working. He dropped your leg and spread them apart. He thrust and curled his digits, feeling his fingernails lightly brushing your warm walls but zapping heat all over your core.

Taehyung couldn’t help but kiss your temples, causing you to flutter your eyes that you didn’t realize you closed. You met his dilated eyes; darkness and carnality consumed all around. He swiped his tongue across the redness of his lips before speaking.

“Princess, I was upset when you left me.” His voice was soft in contrast to his actions. He almost sounded hurt, but you couldn’t think any further. Pleasure overriding thoughts once again. “Please don’t do that ever again. Understood?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Promise?”

“I-I promise.” You quickly nodded. You felt an orgasm coming up. The need to clench your stomach heightened as you moved your arms to wrap around his neck. You pulled him closer with your foreheads touched. Your short breath sank into his skin, which caused him to let out a moan at the closeness. There was so much temptation in kissing, but none of you pulled through.

The twist in you started to come undone without his permission. Of course, he noticed, and you were probably going to disobey him (you’ll learn eventually as time goes on). Taehyung was about to comment on it before—

“Hey, Tae!” A voice broke through the air. Not just any voice. 

Jimin’s voice.

Your heart dropped. The orgasm dissolved within seconds, hearing your cousin’s voice once again. But to your dismay, your pussy tightened around Taehyung’s fingers in fear…or perhaps aroused in potentially getting cause.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was absolutely hard as a rock underneath the thin fabric of the towel. You both heard footsteps coming your way. Your pupils looked at him for help. You had to think quick.

But Taehyung was quicker. He pushed you, perfectly fitting inside his locker, and stepped closer into the space to cover his menacing boner with the door. Yet his digits were still inside of you. You attempted to push his wrist away, but he didn’t move.

Finally, Jimin was smiling as he found his best friend in the vicinity. 

“Yeah, Chim. What’s up?” Taehyung smiled in authentically, almost forced. But that’s only because he was annoyed that he was being interrupted. 

“The guys and I are gonna go eat udon. Wanna come? We can wait for you to change. “Jimin asked cheerfully. You couldn’t see him, but you can imagine how excited he was about eating some food that he’s probably not going to pay for since Seokjin always offered to pay for everyone’s meals.

“Ahh, no thanks. I’m fine.” Taehyung shook his head and gripped the locker door, trying to act nonchalantly. “I’m gonna help ___ with some stupid shit she might need. It’ll probably be terrible and boring.” You glared at him with a menacing pout. He could see you in the corner of his eyes, but will he acknowledge it?

Just you wait.

“Okay, then.” Jimin deflated a little, but it was fine. “Also, a reminder. Please don’t fight with her. I can’t stand hearing both ends to your feud.“

“Not like you do anything about it.”

“I tried in the past, and I gave up.” Your cousin sighed. “This time, actually try?”

“No promises,” Taehyung smirked. Your threatening look sharpened, but it didn’t intimidate him one bit.

“I’m serious, though. The tension is so strong! It’s getting tiring; like, why won’t you just stop and admit you have a crus—

“Ji-Jimin, we’re not talking about that right now.” The Football Captain interrupted with a stutter. Strange and never been seen in your eyes. He glanced at you and, in a rush, lifted your right leg with his vacant hand.

Before you could even think about what Jimin said and what he was doing, Taehyung pushed his long fingers into your g-spot. Your eyes blew out, and you accidentally banged your head onto the locker, causing a loud noise. But he managed to pretend to hit his shin on the edge of the door. 

“You okay over there?” Jimin took a step, but his best friend nodded quickly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just got a spasm.” The man cleared his throat as he probed you. You wanted to yell out in ache but also moan at the feeling. Before doing so, you covered your mouth with your shaky palms as he kept a pace. Taehyung’s biceps were flexing enough for your cousin to see. You heard the light sounds of sloshing, and you were terrified that Jimin could also hear them.

“You’re acting a little weird right now.” Jimin tilted his head and raised a brow. “Are you excited to see my cousin?” A teasing smile bloomed on his face.

Your cousin’s statement passed your mind as Taehyung jammed his fingers into you with more pressure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You muffled into your hands with trembling limbs, crying the lewdness out of you. “Jimin, just get out of here. I’m trying to change, you voyeur.” You heard Taehyung snap to him.

 God, you orgasm closer than before. Your cunt squeezed tighter while Taehyung’s speed increased. Your breathing was faulty. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. It was harder to gasp for air. You needed to moan before you passed out.

“Shut up! Fine, bye. Let me know how it goes.” Jimin tsked before bidding his goodbye.

Your cousin was slightly oblivious. He didn’t have any curiosity about his friend’s odd movements. Though his eyes were directed towards Taehyung the entire time, his vision saw something on the floor…almost like safety shorts and underwear. But he didn’t think of anything more.

The addicting feeling was coming back, almost washing over you. You were so close…but he ripped his fingers out of you and waved, “Goodbye, my lovable best friend.” He fluttered his sticky fingers in the air before turning to you with a satisfied smile. The entranced door behind Jimin.

Your legs gave out, immediately about drop onto the floor, but Taehyung was there to catch you. His hands gripped around your waist, pulling you out of the locker and trying to help you steady your stance. “Baby, you okay? Are you hurt?” God, he sounded so concerned that your heart endearingly ached. But knowing what he didn’t let you do angered you.

“You asshole, why did you do that?” You complained, continuously hitting his naked bicep in frustration. He was built like a stone wall. Your jabs were soft as pillows.

He gripped your wrists, pushing them above your head. You whined at how close his face was to yours. You were almost cross-eyed from the sight. “That’s your punishment for leaving me.” He whispered cavernously, sending chills down your spine. “And you expect me to let you come without my permission?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “That’s all that you’re getting. You’re welcome, princess.” He loosened his grip, your arms falling down.

You could only scowl and not say anything. You flattened your skirt and any wrinkles you had. You hoped you didn’t look too much of a mess. You still had shit to do around campus. “I hate you so much.” You were hot, horny, and bothered. Worst of it all, he made you like this, and you were needy for more.  

“Be careful what you say, baby. This isn’t over.” He clicked his tongue before smiling at you arrogantly.

“I hate you, and It is over!” You pushed him one last time, which had no effect, as you stomped your foot shakily. You were such a brat, God. He loved it. 

“Oh, Tae—___! I didn’t know you were here.” Jimin came out of nowhere. You both didn’t realize that he approached you. You both were like deer caught in the headlights, almost as if you were caught. You were flushed, and Taehyung had no clothes, but it didn’t look like anything…right?

“I-I-I just came.” You blurted out. “I had to help Coach Bang with…with…the boxes!” You completely forgot you had to bring them out, but fortunately, it was your scapegoat out of here without suspicion. You sped towards the box and carried them in your arms. Not as heavy, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Didn’t see you come in…” Jimin pointed out.

You hummed. You acknowledged what he said. “You and your poor vision. But gotta go.” You wanted to get away as possible before your cousin could say any more.

“See you soon, princess.” The chasmic tone made you clench around nothing. Fuck him for making you feel this way.

You turned your head with the dirtiest stare. He had a smug expression that made you want to shove your pussy into his face in a fury. You were so mad that you spat, “Fuck you!” You walked away from the two, not seeing Taehyung’s face drop at your attitude.

Once you left the locker rooms, you suddenly felt a breeze on your lower half, which made your pupils widen.

Fuck, you forgot your underwear.

No Kisses | KTH Chapter IV: Agreements

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter IV: Agreements

Perhaps leaving wasn’t the best idea because you were still hot and bothered and couldn’t even focus on your tasks. Not to mention that you wore a skirt and had nothing underneath. You had to be extra cautious bending down or making any movement at all. Luckily, most people were gone around this time or studying at the library. It was rather quiet, which you loved.

All you could think about was his skillful fingers thrusting your cunt hole as he curled them to your sweet spot. Him whispering those dirty words, sucking hickeys on your décolletage…

Ugh, damn him denying you an orgasm. Damn him. Damn him!

“Miss Prez?”

Your head shot up and ripped away from the paperwork on your president’s desk. Hoseok stared at you with a questioning gaze, looking like you’ve been distracted. “___, you okay?”

You cleared your throat, slowly nodding. “Of course, what’s up?” You pushed away from the papers and tried your best to stay attentive to your Vice President.

“Nothing just wanted to tell you that we’re heading out,” Hoseok informed as he shouldered his backpack. You noticed some of your council members leaving the room. You checked the time, and it was three in the afternoon. “I know you have to stay back for the banner but don’t stay too late.”

You got up from the main desk and gathered the papers to put them in the filing cabinet. “I won’t. We’re just sketching the design now. It shouldn’t take that long.”

“Are you sure? I’m worried.”

“Hobi, you have nothing to worry about. It’s just a banner,” You chuckled, shaking your head at how silly he was for being concerned.

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” He spoke truthfully. “I know you’ll be with him.”

Your smile warped into a frown. Suddenly you felt your heart being heavy yet empty by his words. It made you snap back into reality and away from what was leaking under you. Of course, your crush on Taehyung would be something to always worry about, especially after what happened between you two.

Hoseok knew you better than you knew yourself. You will continue to feel this way for a while, and it won’t be something you’ll forget. You would be worried about how you’ll be being alone with him again (look what happened in the lockers). But as a caring best friend, he knew you’ll be smart enough to know what to do and will support you.

“Don’t worry about that.” You grinned softly. “He’ll just like his regular self and annoy me, but that’s it.”

“Won’t it hurt seeing him though?”

“I have no choice…but I’ll deal with it.” He could only nod at you as you went on with your task. He bid farewell to you before closing the council door, leaving you alone.

As you sketched out the words on the paper, you couldn’t help but think about your feelings. Though deep down inside of you, you enjoyed being with Taehyung but being with him like that was detrimental to your poor heart. You knew how he was and where he stood.

He was never a person that settled too, never saw him in a relationship ever since you met him. You only heard person after person that saddened you, but you couldn’t do anything about it. On top of that, his “no kissing” rule applied to you. Even in the lockers, he didn’t do it. He seemed like he was about to, but it didn’t happen.

You had to stop whatever you were doing with him. You knew it wasn’t getting anywhere. You weren’t like this, but you couldn’t help but resist him. Maybe because it was the only way to be near him? Was that all that mattered? 

No, it shouldn’t. It’ll tear your heart piece by piece. You knew this. You’re better than this. You needed to be strong through this time. After this, you weren’t going to see him again…well, you’ll see him with Jimin, but you’ll be with him less. If you kept avoiding him, then he would almost be non-existent. 

Just get the shit done and move on. Sounds like a good plan.

The door slammed open, startling you and your thoughts. You couldn’t help but turn to the perpetrator with an irritated but shocked look.

Ahh, yes. The man that’s been consuming your entire being.

Except now, he was back in his uniform. He hung his blazer over his shoulder and his bag on the other. His dress shirt wasn’t tucked in, and sleeves were rolled up, revealing his veiny forearms. His tie was loose and lazily around him, and at that top of his head, the darkened locks were untamed and not bothered in covering his eyes.

For someone who was as high achieving and had a well-known status in the university, he looked like a delinquent. A really hot bad boy you would be willing to drop everything for, but let’s not.

You needed to move on and do what needed to be done. You also reminded yourself that he denied you of pleasure.

“Princess!” Taehyung sang, but the anger reappeared on you, creating a scowl on your face. “You’re staring. You missed me? We were only apart for an hour.” The classic smirk and aura bounced back as he closed and locked the door behind him. He gradually walked up and carelessly threw his bag and blazer at the nearby desk. 

“Fuck off, you fucknut!” You scoffed before going back to the banner.

“Baby, you say such harsh pet names for me.” You heard him in your vicinity, yet you refused to look at him again. If you did, you’d crack. “I told you it’s your—”

“I hate you, you asshole!”

“Kit—“

“Just shut up and help me do the work!”

“Princess, keep talking your fucking mouth like that and see what happens.” Hot breath brushed through your ear. Okay, he was right behind you, and warmth began pooling back in your stomach. His front pushed into your back with warm palms holding over your hips. “Don’t make me angry.”

“Taehyung…” You breathed out.

“That’s not my name.”

“Taehyung, we shouldn’t…”

“Why not, baby?” His nose nudged through the baby hairs sticking out of your ponytail. “You weren’t complaining in the lockers.” His lips suckled the skin behind your ear, causing you to gasp and hold onto the desk. The tingling sensation went down to your leaking pussy that betrayed you even if you were in your feelings like five minutes ago.

His hand stroked upwards before stopping at your blouse buttons. One by one, he unfastened them, eventually revealing the nude laced bra underneath your uniform. He pulled one of the cups down, your perked breast spilling out.

“Taehyung.” You squeaked as he pinched your hardened nub. Your arms were quivering, trying hard to stay up. “I-I’m serious.”

While a hand played with your boob, the other went lower and under your skirt, feeling your exposed sopping folds to him. “Fuck, you’re still so wet. Well, aren’t you prepared and ready for me?” He said it as a statement, mocking you and your uncontrollable desire. You merely whined but remembered where you were. You sucked in your lips and bit down. “You even forgot your panties with me. Were you giving it to me as a gift? Like the other ones?”

“M-more? More, please daddy.” Your cheeks burned at your needy voice.

“Awww, is my baby finally begging? I’m so proud of you!!”

You once again were weak, moaning at his touch. God, he was so skilled. You leaked more of your essence from his praise. You extended your neck back, resting on his shoulder while he sniffed your tied hair and left a trail of kisses on the length of your neck. Then without realizing it, he pushed his two cold fingers into your heat, making you whimper. You fell forward onto the desk, shriveling up into a dark hole of lust. He curled his digits in you rapidly while your legs were shaking weakly. He touched your sweet spot and battered it with his tips.

You grabbed his arm from behind you to stop him from going too fast, but he only intertwined your fingers with his unoccupied ones. “S-sir, to-too fast!” The warmth in your middle started to spread, and you felt it coming quicker than the last.

“I gotta prep you, princess.” He growled, hearing the squishy sounds your pussy made. “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He pinched your clit, making you flinch.

You mewled, trying your best to push yourself back up, but your legs were powerless over the pleasure he gave you. “I’m—I think I’m gonna-ugh-I think I’m cumming!”

He snorted, “Already? Such eager girl to cum, right?” You let out a moan as a reply, but he lets go of your hand to slap your ass, making you wince from pain and carnality. “Beg like a good girl.”

Of course, you didn’t want to beg, but his dominance over you washed your entire being that very moment that you just had to. “Please, please, daddy. Can I cum? I’ll be your good girl.”

He absolutely loved your pleading, seeing you bend over a desk and making pretty noises for him. It was too sweet for him that it made his heart skip a beat. “Okay, princess. You can come.”

“Taeh—ah, Daddy!”

You were right towards your orgasm when he pulled his fingers out of you but kept playing with your clit. You were about to protest as you thought he would deny you another orgasm. But to your dismay, you didn’t notice him taking his fat dick out of his pants. He jammed his whole length inside you to the edge without warning, which went straight into your cloud nine.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He hissed.

“Nooooo!!” You whined, but not because he put it in (you were actually glad). Your body convulsed, sending white spots to your vision. Your limbs and feet gave out, but Taehyung grabbed you from falling. He lifted one leg over the desk and held a grip on the other. However, unfortunately, you squirted again, wetting the council floor. 

Taehyung helped you through your high, gently rubbing circles on your sensitive nub and praising you. “Doing so well, baby.” He didn’t care if you ruined his pants or shoes (or his whole existence); he wanted you to feel good and make sure you were okay.

“Taehyuny, the floor…I made a mess.” You sniffled, embarrassment consuming you as you were coming down. You realized how much you hated squirting, it’s so messy, and it gets everywhere. You turned your head to see him with your cute pout. “I hate it.”

“___, it’s okay. It happens!” He leaned over to kiss your forehead. “If it helps, I love it when you squirt.”

“It doesn’t, and I still hate it!”

He frowned and did his own little pout before standing up straight. “Just for that, I’m gonna make you squirt every time we have sex.” He then held onto your middle.

“Wha—”

Your response was cut off when he pulled himself out until his head was left and snapped back into you. A little stream came out of you. You gasped, gripping onto the edge of the desks tightly. You were still a little sensitive from your high, but Taehyung showed no mercy when he rutted into you not as fast as his fingers but wayyyy harder.

The legs of the desk were dragging and scratching the floor while his grip on your waist was firm enough to hold marks on for days. You couldn’t even stand on your feet. Thighs were shaking, and your arms struggling to hold yourself up. You were basically dead weight on the surface. You were writhing away from the amount of stimulation you were getting. You couldn’t believe you were doing it in the council room, fearing that someone might walk in on both of you.

Yet the awareness of a person looking at you brought some sort of excitement to you.

Taehyung quickened his pace, making his strokes shorter but ultimately hitting the special spot in you. Your screams got louder for him to know he got you right where he wanted you. You cursed under your breath as your cheek laid flat on top with a bit of drool unconsciously leaking out of your parted lips. You gripped onto the edges as your eyes rolled back in delight.

“Baby, do you hate me now?”

“N-no.”

“Was disappointed again for you to speak like that to me.” One of his hands holding your waist pulled away to slap your bare ass, causing you to jolt forward. 

“I-I sorry!”

“You’re always sorry. Never sorry when you act out, but sorry when you’re getting punished. “His cavernous voice sounded so smooth like he wasn’t even being affected at all by the harsh movement you both were doing. He slapped you again before massaging the aching fat. 

“Didn’t mean to!” You stuttered before turning your head to face him. He took in your corrupted fucked out face that he created and could only see. God, he loved it so much. “You’re so mean!” You pouted cutely, making Taehyung soften his rage, slowing down his motion. He hated that you could turn him into mush when it came to you, but he enjoyed it nevertheless.

“Aww, baby. It was for your own good. I promise I didn’t mean to upset you.” He cooed, taking your smaller hand into his big one. He lifted the back of your hand to his pretty lips to kiss ever so gently. He continued to rub your fingers with his thumb while he stared at you endearingly. “Just be good, okay? I won’t do it again if you behave.” He said before going back to rough demon actions that you, not going to lie, have grown to enjoy. 

“Hh-ungg! O-okay, daddy.” You squirmed, tightening your clasp on his hand. “God, you’re so big!”

“Good girl.” He chuckled, pulling your weak body closer to him. “Do you feel my dick hitting your cervix, princess?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re such a dirty little president. Fucking the football captain in your council room.”

“N-no, ‘M not dirty.”

”Aww, poor baby! Did I hurt your feelings?” He spoke condescendingly, but it only excited you. Your stomach clenching with thrill. “What if I call you a little slut?” Oh no, you clenched tightly around him, hearing those words he felt and knew. “Oh, you like that? A little slut who loves daddy’s cock!”

“Y-no!” You whined, feeling ashamed and another wave coming to you again. “Yes! Ah, gonna cum. Please let me, daddy, please!”

“Little president wants to cum? Go ahead, kitten. Cum on daddy’s cock.”

You didn’t need any more time because you held his hand for dear life when you folded your body onto the desk drenched in saliva. Your velvet walls pulsated around his girthy dick. He was getting sloppy on his end to reach for his own pleasure. After a few more strokes, ropes after ropes of cum filling you up, the sensation tingling your insides. You felt Taehyung’s body rest on top of yours, kissing your shoulder and giving small praises. Your heavy breathing resonated around the room as you tried to regain some energy. 

Once he was finished, he said, “Okay, no standing up sex because you’ll fall.” He pulled himself up and out of you, making you wince from the sensitivity. He turned and hoisted you up and sat you down on a new cold desk. Your chests pressing onto each other.

“This is the last time you’ll do this with me.” You breathed out tirelessly, wiping leftover drool with the back of your hand. You grimaced as you felt some cum leaking out of your hole.

“Maybe I’ll just keep you flat onto a table.” He ignored your statement. He bent down so that your foreheads touched as he gazed into your eyes. Obviously, he had that post-sex appearance, but his pupils said another thing. They looked at you with serene care that lured you in…enough to lean forward as you stared at his reddened lips. Your submission got the best of you. You pursed your lips all while closing your eyes, thinking how it felt to—

“Baby.” He leaned back, causing you to lose balance, but he caught you again. You opened your eyes in shock before landing on his guilty-looking ones. “I-I can’t remember? No kisses.”

Fuck, you forgot about his rule again. What you did made it look like you were desperate for him, and clearly, you weren’t..right?

You cleared your throat, taking in the slight rejection before nodding. “No kisses.” You were so embarrassed that you needed to cover it up. But with what? 

You got it.

Anger.

Out of nowhere, your expression was filled with rage as you pushed him away from you. “Clean everything up!” You demanded, pointing at your mess and your cum-leaking cunt. “You made this happen!” He was surprised by your action and your unwelcoming demeanor. It lowkey terrified him but also turned him on so well. 

All while his half-softened dick was out and twitched enough for you to glance at it.

Damn, he still looked huge, but you pushed that thought away and met his fearful expression. “Go get supplies from the closet!”

“Y-yes, ma’am!” He rushed towards the closet to clean the mess.

-

After cleaning and making everything in tip-top shape like no fornication and squirting happened within the room, you both decided to call it quits for the day and go home. Taehyung offered to drop you off. At first, you denied, but he insisted, especially since you were limping. You heard him chortling, which only made you give him a deadly stare that made no effect on him other than how cute you looked.

Since you walking around like a bus hit you, Taehyung wrapped one arm around your shoulders and another in front of your waist. Again, you told him you didn’t need his help, but he was adamant. You couldn’t help but get those damn butterflies when he kissed the top of your head and snuggled his cheek into your hair to sniff your scent.

You shake his head, questioning why he would do that. How can a person not kiss another but do these types of things? There has to be a valid reason for it. But it did make sense for him to not kiss you since you weren’t…well, you didn’t know what you were to him. You couldn’t help but think that you were most likely a quick, accessible fuck that pained your heart. 

The sun was setting, and his car was one of the few in the parking lot. Once you reached his car, he opened the passenger’s car and guided you in before going on his side. The ride to your apartment was quiet but not awkward. While driving, he took your left hand and intertwined your fingers with his, also earning a few kisses from him at every stoplight.

You both arrived at your building complex, and before you could get out, you called for him. Your eyes met his as he waited patiently for you to speak again. He offered a soft grin that made a thump in your chest.

You began, “Look, I know we argue a lot and insult each other—”

“We also fuck.”

You threw daggers at him that made no difference in the arrogant expression he had on. But he noticed how serious you were and nodded for you to go on. “Whatever we do, can we just push our differences aside and focus on our tasks.”

“We do do our tasks.”

“Yeah, but you tease me…and other stuff! We need to cooperate.” You countered, feeling tired of explaining this. What does he not get? “This means as much to me as it does to you. We need to work together and efficiently. After this, we don’t need to deal with each other any longer.”

When you spoke that last sentence, hurt appeared in Taehyung’s eyes. He didn’t want that to happen. He wanted to keep you as close as possible. But judging by your expression, it seemed bound to happen. If you said you would do it, you’d do it. You never went back in your words. But still, at the very least, he wanted to keep you near him even though it was temporary.

So he agreed, “I’m willing to do that.” His acceptance made you sigh in relief. “If…”

You spoke too soon.

“Why if??!! Can’t you say yes already? We’re both getting something out of the events!”

“Because I’m selfish.” He shrugged, being nonchalant unbeknown that his palms were sweating for what he was about to say. “I’ll only do it if we continue what we’re doing.” He spoke out, but you were caught off guard at what he suggested. 

“What do you mean what we have?”

“You know what I mean, kitten.” He smirked after he poked his tongue out briefly to lick his lips. He tilted towards you until your faces were centimeters away, noses almost touching. “You…me…you under me, you on top of me, in bed, sometimes in the car, maybe the classroom, I don’t discriminate.”

Dear God, his eye contact was so strong that you could not look away. His cocoa-brown irises illuminated in the setting sun while his skin glowed under the tangerine lights. “I-I—that’s a bold suggestion you’re making…”

“Come on, baby. Please?”

You would say yes in a heartbeat, but your ultimate goal was to get over him. You knew that being tied down in a relationship isn’t something he’d want, and though you hopelessly accepted into sleeping with him, it didn’t mean anything. Most importantly, he didn’t kiss you, so you became a statistic.

Of course, you didn’t want to tell him that truth, so you decided to say, “Taehyung, I know you get around. You have people lining up for you.” You weren’t lying per se, but it was part of it in some sort of way. “We’ve been in danger doing it without protec—“

“I know you just called me a whore, and I’m willing to admit it.” He interrupted you. “However, I never do it without a condom. I’ve been clean, I promise.”

“But—“

“My last hookup before you was months ago, which was the longest I’ve been out. You don’t need to worry.” He was being determined for you to agree. It would seem like he wasn’t taking no for an answer, but you weren’t saying no to him, so there was a light of hope. “I can make you feel so good. I make you feel so good. I want to do more like putting my fat dick into your small mouth, tying you up, blindfolding you, making you beg for more. I just want your pussy and yours only. “

“Taehyung!” You whined, hitting his shoulder. A peak of blush shined through your cheeks. You palmed your face to hide the embarrassment of his words for you…because you liked what he was saying. You could feel him grinning at your response, knowing you’re slowly accepting him and his offer. “Will it just be you and me?” You said quietly as a mouse. You dropped your hands on your lap and looked up at him with your big-doe eyes, which tinged his insides.

Kim Taehyung was a weak man.

“I’ll make that happen, princess. Only me and you.” Out of nowhere, he leaned forward to peck the tip of your nose. “However, I think I need to make it clear once again that I do not do kisses.” You nodded sadly, acknowledging the times you’ve tried kissing him. “But that won’t mean I won’t enjoy my time when I’m with you. You and I will have fun. I like spending my time with my ___.”

The emphasis on my really tugged on your heartstrings. You like the sound of it and were about to agree until you said, “If you hurt me, it’s over. I will destroy you. That’s a promise.”

He laughed soundly, though deep down, he was scared. “And I promise too, princess.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll do it!” You officially accepted, and you couldn’t believe you actually went through with it. You leaned back into your seat, feeling defeated yet glad. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m using my body to get you to do shit.”

“Hey! You’re using my dick too.” He smiled triumphantly with his ego bleeding with pride. He pulled your chin to face him with his thumb and index finger. “And you like it, don’t you?”

You didn’t want to say yes, so you scowled and pouted at him. But judging how red you were, he already knew his answer.

“Well, then…” He moved closer to you. His lips touched your ear as you felt his warm breath hitting your earrings and cartilage. “How ’bout round two at my place?” 

No Kisses | KTH Chapter V: Hush, Hush, Okay?

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter V: Hush, Hush, Okay?

For the next month and a half, you continued this…sexual thing with Taehyung. But did not tell a single soul except for the Lord. It was only between you two. You didn’t even tell Hoseok and Yoongi, your best friends for life. Though they knew how you felt and what you’ve done once, you didn’t tell them about the constant pleasure you received in the aftermath. Sometimes it would be at his apartment, in his car, in the bathroom, in the council closet…yeah, you didn’t wanna talk about it. You felt terrible you were keeping this from them, but you were ashamed because they knew it was a terrible idea.

But you couldn’t help it.

You chose your heart instead of your brain (Your brain isn’t much help because you only had thoughts of him and his fat dick in you). Your heart has been going in a constant downward spiral just being with Taehyung. Every action and saying he did only pulled you in, feeling the bliss of his affection. You only wanted more despite your brain telling you to stop. Your crush blossomed into a summer flower even if you knew it would wilt as time went on. You knew what you’re doing will end, and it’ll hurt you once he moves on to the next target.

In the meantime, you continued your secret little rendezvous for the thrill of the moment. You were a novice towards sex so Taehyung would help you along the way. You found specific kinks and other interests deemed pleasing to your sexual needs. His kinks also satisfied yours, and you’ve also grown to like them.

You didn’t know how many positions you were in, couldn’t count how many times you were on your knees, or the amount of hand/blow jobs you gave. It was fine because he didn’t know how many times he got on his or the amount of orgasms and squirts he gave you. You hated that you squirted and created a mess everywhere. But once again, much to your dismay, Taehyung absolutely loved it and loved to swallow all your cum to prevent a large mess. It embarrassed you even more that after some time doing it on campus, your or his friends suggested eating out, he always said he was stuffed. That cheeky fucker would wink at you, and you couldn’t help but stay quiet and blush because…he would punish you if you talked back.

-

You were completely blinded, ripped from one of your senses as Taehyung wrapped a silk cloth around your eyes. Your tits were bouncing in front of him, a lovely sight he enjoyed seeing. A sheen of sweat covered your body while the explicit whimpers came out of your precious corrupted mouth.

He said the sensation would feel better, and you found out he wasn’t lying.

The slapping sounds of your skin colliding together while the bed swayed back and forth to the beat Taehyung created. His heavy moans touched your ear, hearing him say your name and nibbling on your cartilage. His hand reached in between your bodies to pinch your little swollen clit, causing you to scream louder.

“Ahhh, Daddy! So good.” You whined, holding onto Taehyung by the neck for dear life as he ricocheted you into another orgasm. “Fill me up well!”

“You look so pretty under me, baby. Daddy loves seeing how much of a good little slut you are.” 

“Yes, yes. I am! ‘M a slut.”

“You’re my little slut.” He panted, slapping his thighs with the edge of your ass with each thrust. “Your tight cunt ready to squirt on daddy’s cock?”

“Y-yes, daddy! Please let me cum, please!”

“Fucking cum, kitten.”

-

Post-coital events were something you loved but never told him. He’d cuddle with you, clean you up, run a bath for the both of you, massage you, anything that felt very domesticated. You realized how touchy he was. When you weren’t even having sex, he’d hold your hand out of nowhere while working together in his apartment. He’d offer to get drive-thru late at night. He made you laugh and gave you praise for anything you did. You learned more about him every day and discovered his little habits, like he makes a face when he’s trying to get what he wants, and most of the time, you give in because you can’t resist saying no.

When you were busy in the council room, he’d always hold the small of your back and flirted. Before, you would obviously yell at him, but now the butterflies filled your heart and stomach. You heard from Jimin how affectionate Taehyung was, but the first-hand experience felt like a dream. It was strange how causal he behaved like that, but there was one thing that was still in the ordinary.

He still didn’t kiss you.

He still didn’t kiss you, nor did you try to. Well, you take that back because you caught yourself leaning into him in the first couple of weeks, which caused him to remind you. You got embarrassed every time, but eventually, you stopped trying or fought the urge to. However, recently, you caught him doing it back but realized what he was doing and stopped himself and kissed you everywhere but your lips. He kissed your forehead, hands, cheek, butt, legs, feet (don’t ask). Just anywhere but the lips. It was odd, but every kiss made your heart skip a beat.

His doing this only made you curious about why he never kissed anyone. You slowly started to realize the oddity of it all. Why did he refuse to kiss? Okay, you had partial experiences with kissing someone, and it wasn’t that bad. Kissing was just kissing, in your opinion. Was he traumatized? Did something happen that made him never want to kiss anyone? Did he go to the hospital because of it? Was it to remove any intimacy, yet here he was doing these “coupley” things. It just confused you all around. But you had to give him credit for never breaking his rule. He, too, was never caught slipping.

It didn’t happen, but it probably never will, and you had to accept it. You told yourself it was okay, but your heart said it wasn’t okay.

You and your council were currently at the football team’s fundraiser, helping them and Coach Bang out with the multiple booths they put up. The team, specifically Seokjin, Jimin, and Jungkook, cooked and made bento boxes to raise money for the sport and championships. They had a lot of preorders but made even more batches for on sight orders. You didn’t anticipate a huge turnout, but hours after opening the booths, it was still jam-packed and busy. 

You were honest to say that bento boxes were addicting and so delicious. You tried a sample of the chicken, and then you bought three more to eat later in the week. Hoseok, though he was supposed to be helping you, was eating a bento on the side while Yoongi helped count the revenue. Seokjin and Jimin were making more bentos in the back of the booths while the rest of the members were helping pass out the boxes or advertising the booths, but there wasn’t any need for it because there were long lines.

“Get your one-of-a-kind bento box made by our sexy and irresistible football team!” Namjoon shouted through the megaphone as he walked up and down the lines. It was so loud some were complaining, but he gave no fucks.

“What if I buy five? Do I get something else included?” A girl in line asked sensually as she batted her lashes at Jungkook.

Jungkook merely blinked before raising his own megaphone to the girl and said, “Yes, the sense of gratitude for helping your university’s football team.” The sound blasted in her ears, hurting her eardrums.

After an hour or so later, the booths were clearing up, and only a few people were still in line, but it was more manageable than earlier. You packed the bentos in a bag before handing it to the customer. You gave your presidential smile as it was temporarily the last customer on your side.

“Prez, I’m kinda hungry,” Soobin reported. He was one of the few besides you who didn’t get to eat, and you could tell how desperately hungry he was.

“Go ahead. You didn’t need to tell me!” You said. “These two had multiple breaks without me knowing.” You glared over at Hoseok and Yoongi, sitting down yet again.

“Hey, there weren’t a lot of people, so there isn’t much need for us!” Yoongi countered as he sipped on his iced coffee. You could only shake your head in disappointment at them while Soobin ran elsewhere.

“Ugh, fine. I’ll get up.” Hoseok sighed defeatedly. “Go on and take your break. I haven’t seen you eat a full meal today. I’ll cover the rest.”

You thanked your Vice President before sitting in the back of the booths where the team put up a seating area for them and the council. You grabbed a bento directly from Seokjin, which was fresh and warm. You went to the coolers to get yourself a drink. As you were getting a soda, you felt someone behind you and then arms wrapped around your middle, making you flinch in the process.

“Hi, princess.” Taehyung’s voice reached your ear. You already knew what he was wearing: the university’s standard uniform, but he topped off with his football varsity jacket with the university’s logo on the breast pocket. A staple outerwear when they have their events that made you weak in the knees every time you saw him in it.

“T-Taehyung, stop.” You tried wiggling out of his grip since your hands were full. “You can’t be doing that. We’re in public.”

“That didn’t stop you when we were inside the council closet.”

“That was different.” Your cheeks were heating up at the memory. You were on your knees, taking his large length into your mouth. It was dangerous because your members were about to come into the room for the weekly meeting. “And we were behind a closed door. This is public!”

“But I miss my baby.” He nuzzled his face into the column of your neck before pecking a few kisses, stuttering you at the sensation. “I was away from you for hours.”

Thankfully, he lets go, and you walked away but still sensed him on your trail. “We’re both working for your team.” You sat down and tried to enjoy your meal and break, but you had a pouty Football Captain sitting next to you.

For the past few days, Taehyung has gotten much bolder with you. He’d ask you out on dates, like formal ones, where there’s a lot of people. He’d hold you by the waist as you walked down the hallway, but you pushed him away before anyone saw. He texted you more, and it wasn’t thirst traps or dick pics, but memes and little messages saying “I miss you” or “saw this and thought about you,” and it would be a picture of a black cat. In the past, it would be anime girls with their tongues out.

The most daring thing he’s done this week was when you were having a joint meeting. Only a few were left in the room, but these were the people who had more parts in the fundraiser. The two groups said their goodbyes, and you were leaving with Yoongi and Hoseok to work on an class assignment. Before Taehyung left with Jimin, the captain went up to you to kiss your forehead and said, “Bye, Princess. Text me when you get home!” He waved off, walking past a confused Jimin. 

Though your cousin called Taehyung out and followed him, you were left dumbfounded and large-eyed. You stood still like a fawn, hoping your friends didn’t point it out. But alas—

“The fuck was that?” Hoseok questioned, waiting for your answer.

You mumbled many sounds and shrugged, trying to express genuine shock. Luckily, he bought it, but there were still questions on how that came about because all they knew was that you just put up with him.

“Taehyung, we talked about this.” You spoke lowly so that no one could hear you. “We promised to not tell anyone. This thing will be over soon, remember?”

“I know, but…” He began. It looked like the gears in his brain were trying to form a statement, but he struggled to speak. You also noticed that he has been doing that, especially when you constantly scold him or question his behavior. “But…”

“Taehyung!” A third-party voice broke your conversation. You both turned your heads and spotted a smiling Bini walking towards you. As she came up, you noticed how her eyes focused on Taehyung, upsetting your guts or maybe because you were starving your ass off.

Over the past weeks, you realized why Bini was so mean to you: it had to do with Taehyung. Maybe it was because you’re always around him now or how affectionate he is towards you. You don’t really know, but you just know Taehyung was part of the reason. She probably wanted him back, but you asked Taehyung about her. All he said was, “it was a long story and that he’ll tell you later,” aka “I don’t wanna talk about it.” You respected him enough to never mention it again, but it didn’t mean you were still curious. 

Since she only called Taehyung, you decided to continue eating your bento and tried your best to ignore her. She irked you even though you had no right to, just because you do things with Taehyung. If anything, she was his past, and that’s it…right?

“Oh…Bini. Hi.” Taehyung greeted while smiling, but the smile didn’t touch his eyes.

“Busy time for the football team. You’re working so hard in everything you do.” She complimented, trying to gas him up, but you glanced at him for a second before reverting back to your octopus sausage. He didn’t seem all that impressed with what she said.

“I mean, thank you? Though it was a team effort.” He said casually, but he gazed at you eating. “But our team couldn’t have done it without our wonderful council.” He spoke with a proud smile that made you stop chewing on the small wiener in your mouth.

His praises were always genuine and meant well, so you couldn’t help but make a shy smile before resuming your meal. Prior to the event, he expressed deep appreciation for the council’s help.

Bini noticed your tiny moment, and a small vein protruded out of her neck. “So, are you going to Jungkook’s pre-pre party?”

Ahh, yes, the pre-pre party was this week because the pre-party was happening the following week from this one. You didn’t understand it, but it was probably an excuse to just party more, and knowing Jungkook, he loved to party and have a good time.

“Uhh, yeah. I gotta support my fellow brother in the team.” Taehyung replied civilly.

“What about you, Goody-Two-Shoes?”

You were shocked that she even acknowledged you. You were in the middle of eating your rice when she called. You finished eating what was left in your mouth before saying, “Oh no, I’m fine.” It’s not a surprise, though, anyone could tell. You weren’t interested in partying, at least with that kind of party. 

However, out of your friend group, Hoseok loves to go, being a social butterfly that he was. You and Yoongi weren’t really down for it, suggesting the other day for another movie night to suffice. Hoseok said screw you and still planned ongoing, so that’s that.

Taehyung looked at you in shock while Bini grinned happily, “Oh, that’s too bad. Wish you could join me and Taehyung. It won’t be as fun without you.” The trash coming out of her mouth was not a good sign, but you don’t mention it. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to head out for practice. Enjoy your meal, Goody-Two-Shoes. See you at the party, Tae.” She winked at him before leaving you two alone.

You didn’t notice you were holding your breath until you exhaled deeply. You shook your head, grumbling nonsense before going back to your meal.

“Baby, are you mad?” Taehyung asked softly, staring at you with those shining large eyes you’ve grown to cherish.

“No, I’m just annoyed some of my time was disrupted by your ex.” You responded, stabbing your chicken with a chopstick.

“You jealous, baby?” His player persona switched on, enjoying the assumption that you, his fuck buddy, could be jealous of that small interaction.

“No, I don’t like it when someone interrupts me and my food!” You spat back, and his ego died down once he saw your deadly irritation.

After a while, you stayed quiet and a little bit heated while Taehyung watched you eating. It was slightly awkward after you snapped at him. Usually, he’d give the…”punishment” voice, but he didn’t. Maybe he could tell how Bini bugs you and how indirectly mean she was to you, but either way, you ate with a frown on your face.

“So…” He caught your attention, lifting your head up from your box. “You’re not coming to the party?”

You shook your head, “No, I’m not really in the mood for parties. Too many people, disgusting smells everywhere, unholy sights, the list goes on.”

“But I’d want you to come…with me?”

“With you? W-why?” He wanted you to come with him? 

“It’ll be nice to be out with friends while they see us together.”

“But Taehy—”

“I know we agreed to hide it, but…it’s not what I want.” He was getting finicky while he was playing with his fingers.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…like…I don’t know?”

“You don’t know?”

“I guess? You know what, forget what I said.” He gave up trying to express what he wanted. “I just want you to come and have fun! Isn’t Hobi coming?”

You hummed in agreement, “But I’m not. I told him, and he didn’t give a fuck. He’s still going.”

“Then I’ll miss you if you’re not there.” He grabbed your hand and pulled it towards him to give soft pecks. There it is again. You didn’t understand his words and behavior. This man is really trying to make your heartache once this ends.

You took back your hand, interrupting his smooching session with your fingers. You felt yourself shaking, and your heart rate was increasing. “Uhhh, it’ll be fine. You’ll see me sooner or later. The party is literally tomorrow night. You’ll still see me in between, right?” Your pupils glittered in hopes that you would spend more time with him. Every time you pushed away, your heart wanted to find its way back to him. It was a dangerous move, but you were willing to risk it all.

He saw you asking so innocently. Everything you did and said was so endearing. He was so fluffed inside and was willing to do anything you asked in a heartbeat. He just wanted to kiss everywhere on your face and especially kiss your lip—

“Of course, princess.” He smiled so sweet to the touch.

There were times when Taehyung was so soft that it hurt you. Though he was an animal when having sex, you saw a different side of him. His actions and words were genuine that you finally noticed what Jimin said to you all those years. It was a shame he was a cocky asshole to you because you would have lov—liked every bit of this Taehyung. He was thoughtful and caring and wore his heart on his sleeve. Ugh, you were going downhill from here.

-

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” Taehyung said through the phone. He was in front of Jungkook’s family house. The guy had all to himself while his parents were away on a business trip. Though he was dressed and ready and literally at the party, he would not hesitate to come to pick you up or just get away and spend his night with you.

“No, for the fiftieth time, I do not wanna be there.” You replied, your tone showing disgust. You were at home, trying to have a self-care night, but you couldn’t officially do it because Taehyung kept texting and trying to video call you. You had to deny it because though you enjoyed seeing his face, it hurt you every time you saw that beautiful bear-like man. Plus, he was smothering you too much than you expected from him.

Besides sex, was he always like this? Was he like this with Jimin?

“It won’t be fun without you.”

“Please, you had fun without me even before we did our agreement. I’m sure you’ll know how to have fun.” You reassured him. “Hang out with Jimin and the rest of the boys. You’ve been spending it with me, and you didn’t need to.”

“But—”

“Tae, have fun.”

That was the first time you ever called him by his nickname. He loved it when it came out of your mouth.

“O-okay, I’ll try to.” He muttered, holding back the beaming smile he had on. “I’ll miss you, princess.”

“Ugh, stop saying things you don’t mean!”

“But I do mean it.”

Literally, is this man trying to kill you? “Whatever,” you scoffed, trying to play it cool, but the thumping in your chest begged to differ. “Goodbye…Daddy.”

He made a sharp inhale and cleared his throat, “Kitten, don’t say that unless you want me to come over.” His abysmal voice rung through your phone, making your cunt clench around nothing. Okay, maybe not do that next time. 

“I’m teasing, haha. Okay, bye.” You hung up before he could say anything. You feared it might have taken a turn, and your night may not end like how you wanted it to be. Strange Taehyung, strange, strange Taehyung, you thought.

You shook him out of your system to focus on your care. You loosened your braids and put your eyeglasses down on your desk. You wanted to relax and be away from Taehyung and the hectic work you’ve been doing.

It was your time.

-

Meanwhile, Taehyung was not having fun. Usually, he’d be wasted and partying, but he’s only drunk and sulking. The guys seemed to not care about his state because some played beer pong, and others danced with various people. He spotted Hoseok getting down and dirty, which wasn’t a surprise since he’s seen the man at multiple parties. But he mentioned Hoseok because it reminded him of you.

It was just one party, yet he wished you were here or to be with you. You were probably fifteen minutes away, but he missed you so much. He couldn’t explain the fact that he just wanted to be by your side almost all the time. It’s been a while since he felt this way, especially after—well, it was a long story.

He remembered vowing to be picky with his selection while fucking anyone he wanted with no regret. Then you came along, Jimin’s little cousin. You were breathtaking. Your glasses effortlessly fit your gorgeous face with your braids on each side of your head. Your irises gleamed into perfection, and your pearly smile reached your eyes, showing authenticity and an affable demeanor. He has heard so much about you and was blown away by your first impression.

God, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. You didn’t realize it, but he was putty in your hands the second you met.

Though Taehyung was smitten by you, he was still a dumbass who decided to tease you once he opened his big mouth. It only made you flustered, to which Jimin laughed, but Taehyung loved the sight of you, getting all shy because of him. He wanted to see more of it, so he kept doing it. At first, it was harmless, but eventually, you fought back, so he decided to play with you. Yes, he knew how annoying he was, but it was the only way to get your attention since you were too busy with school and council. He knew behind all that anger and hissing was a strong yet shy woman he was dying to be with. You were gentle when you wanted to, but you also could be fearful if you did so. You only attracted Taehyung as time went on. 

Ugh, he missed you so much, and he’ll miss you even more once the championships are over. You constantly reminded him how this thing between you two would be over afterward and that you’ll never really see him again. The thought of not being with you anymore pained him. He didn’t want that; he refused to let that happen, but you had the power to do so.

He went back to the kitchen to down more tequila shots to ease the pain. He wondered what you were doing, wondered how you spent your Friday nights since you refused to party. He wondered everything about you. He couldn’t help it. He was so down right bad for you; it burns.

“Tae, you okay, man?” He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see a slightly buzzed Jimin because the man’s tolerance was insane yet he was concerned for his friend.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Taehyung nodded before taking another shot in his system.

“Easy, Bub.” Jimin stopped him from pouring another one. “You can’t take your alcohol that well. I just saw you drink five shots before I came up to you. What’s up, man?”

“I’m…good. Just not really feeling like partying.”

“Wow, that’s a first.” Jimin scoffed in disbelief, but when he continued to stare at his friend’s face, it clicked that he was being serious. “Oh, my ba—”

“It’s alright, Chim.” Taehyung shrugged it off. “I think…let me just stay outside for a bit. Must be the fumes.” Jimin nodded before letting him be. Taehyung sneakily grabbed the rest of the bottle before walking out of the front door and sitting down on the lawn. No one threw up and had sex around here, so it was safe, in his opinion. The alcohol was getting to him and was fizzing up his mind. Only the thought of you coming into frame. He literally saw you this afternoon. Why can’t he stop thinking about you?

Okay, yeah. He admitted it. He had a crush on you for a while—maybe like almost three years—, but it only recently got to him and turned him into a certified simp. He didn’t want to let go of you. He finally got you. No way in hell was he going to lose this chance with you. It’ll tear him apart once it’s over and what was worse was that he couldn’t tell anyone about it, not even Jimin. His crush was over before it started, so he downed the rest of the bottle. He had wayyyy too much alcohol in his system.

“You okay?” A soft voice broke him from his thoughts. His drunk state searched for the sound before his eyes found his ex, Bini.

Though he was drunk, he could tell that she was high in the clouds. Her eyes were red, she was straight cheesing, and her body waved like seaweed. She wore a white body con that made her stand out from the darkened environment. Her hair was straightened and flowed down effortlessly. Taehyung couldn’t lie, but she was pretty, but he didn’t feel anything towards her anymore. He just looked at her with a confused gaze until she sat down next to him on the grass.

“What are you doing here?” He slurred, his head getting a little light-headed.

“I needed some fresh airrrrrr. Fuck, the wind feels so good!” She dragged on the last word of each sentence. “And came to see you. You look sad.”

“Okay? It’s none of your business.” He didn’t care if he spoke rudely. Bini wasn’t anyone important to him anymore.

“I still care, you know.”

He snorted in disbelief, “That’s real rich coming from you.”

“Tae, I’m not lying.”

“And I don’t give a fuck!” He spat back, which ended the conversation. He didn’t even bother shooing her away, too drunk and too enthralled at the thought of you clouded his system and comfort. He missed you so much.

“I miss you,” Bini said softly, playing with the grass under her. “To be honest, getting high is not as fun without you there.”

He grumbled, letting her talk. However, the memories as a couple slowly appeared into frame, briefly casting away you in his head. He remembered how she got high while Taehyung got drunk due to sports reasons. Bini was a cheerleader, but her team rarely got tested compared to his. When both were intoxicated…indecent things occurred, and once it popped up, Taehyung wiped it away, shaking his head to help him.

“It’s also been a while since we’ve talked…like normal?”

As bad as they ended things, they were unfortunately in the same friend groups. It’s been like that before and after they were in a relationship. This wasn’t the first time they (or more so she) tried having a light conversation. It wasn’t awkwardness, but rather, frustration and regret only roamed around when the two were near one another.

“There’s really nothing for us to even talk about.” Taehyung slurred as his eyes rose to the clear, darkened night sky. “I don’t see the point of it all.”

“But we were friends before—”

“Yeah, and I can’t go back to seeing you as a friend.” He interrupted her, and his mouth got the better of him as his truths began spewing out.

“What do you me—”

“Nothing that you’re thinking about. I…you hurt me, and yeah, I forgave you, but I can’t forget how much and how long you’ve hurt me.”

“It was a mistake.”

“A mistake is once, twice, hell, three times.” He countered. “A mistake does not happen for almost the entire summer!”

She bit her lips, keeping her from defending herself, which was also pointless. “You’re right, and I’m an idiot, but I still want you to be part of my life. I care about you too.”

For some reason, those words affected him. It made a twist in his drunken heart. He couldn’t explain it any further.

Taehyung, of course, did move on, but he still had a tiny speck of leftover emotions for the girl that destroyed him. Various emotions of anger, sadness, pain, distress, but yet, there were these feelings of…partial, hope, fondness? He didn’t know. He was slightly unsettled every time he engaged with her. It wasn’t longing, but he couldn’t reach the point of indifference.

He still thought about her from time to time, less since he’s been with you. He wondered how she was doing, if she could pass any of the classes she struggled with, or if she got that cat she’s been wanting for so long. It was menial, but Taehyung was curious nevertheless.

It made sense, though. Bini was his first love before he…was like this. He knew what love was because of her, how much happiness and sacrifice you dedicate to another. But he also learned how much pain and misery love can cause him, something he never wants to experience again.

Until you.

But seeing Bini showed him what he once had, a view of his past, a constant reminder of why he couldn’t do what he wanted with you.

Too in his thoughts, Taehyung failed to realize that he now and kept his glaze at his ex. There was a twinkle in his eyes that Bini misinterpreted because it made her insides flutter with butterflies. She remembered that look, a look that Taehyung had for you. But she kept that thought out as it was now focused on her.

“Tae…” She called out when she started leaning into him.

His mind was still elsewhere but continued to picture memories of his times with her. Oh, how young and foolish he was, but he was very much in love regardless. Through his drunk state, he was needy and wanted affection. Usually, it’d be you he’s thinking of, but when his first love was in front of him, it was difficult to haze the said thought away.

Her hand was on his hardened chest with her breath attempting to maintain stability. She repeated his name once more, capturing his attention, and it was all it took before he crashed his lips onto hers.

His lips were as soft as she remembered. The sweetness of his taste mixed with the tequila sets off many unresolved emotions for her. It only made her grab his shirt, pulling him closer to her. He settled his hands on his lips as he deepened the kiss. She moaned into his mouth, which made his stomach churn.

She swiped her tongue on his lips, but something in him told him that he couldn’t. He couldn’t do it. Not with her.

“Tae,” She breathed out, but the sound almost felt foreign. It’s not what he wanted to hear.

His eyes were closed before a pixelated memory slowly came to mind and became vivid. A day he realized something. It was nightfall, and the only light was the full moon through the window. You were naked but sleeping on your side, facing his way. You curled into his bare chest with your palm resting on your cheek while the other lay on his side. You were serene, the epitome of perfection in his eyes while he watched you.

You rustled in your slumber, forming a pout with your bottom lips. You mumbled something incoherently and whined in need. You were cold from the wind coming through the window that brushed through your exposed shoulder. You did this from time to time, enough for him to know what was happening.

So he lifted the comforter until the end reached your neck before wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you towards him. You were unaware of this, but the lighter expression on your face from his actions brought him joy. The yearning in his pupils was evident and shined through the darkness.

There right in front of him, were your lips. Your face was a small movement away until it touched his. He gazed at them, absorbing the softness and their color. Oh, how badly he wanted to feel them on his. He wanted to kiss you so much. He wanted you to himself.

That moment right there was when he realized he fell for you and was only going to fall harder.

Then his eyes shot open, finally aware of what he was doing. The person he was kissing wasn’t who he wanted. He kissed Bini, he kissed his ex, but most importantly—

He didn’t kiss you.

He grabbed her shoulders to pull her away, but it was too late that Seokjin and Yeonjun came out of the party and spotted the two locking lips.

“Oh, shit! Tae...” Yeonjun was flabbergasted, and so what the soundless Seokjin, who stared at the exes. They were well aware of their captain’s rule, so seeing him breaking it was shocking that they needed to tell Jimin. The men’s presence caused the two to turn their heads with shocking wide eyes.

“A-are you back—”

Seokjin couldn’t even finish his sentence because Taehyung stood up from his position in a wobble and tried his best to get away from the scene. Bini didn’t comprehend the loss of him because her stomach growled, indicating her hunger. 

Though the members called for him, Taehyung ignored them, ashamed of what he had done. He cursed and insulted himself in his head, how stupid was he to break his rule. He needed to leave. He should have left before it happened.

He needed comfort. He needed peace. He needed love.

He needed you.

No Kisses | KTH Chapter VI: Boo Found Her Kitty

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter VI: Boo Found Her Kitty

You hummed a song from this boy group Hoseok showed you earlier today, and you couldn’t get it out of your head. Something about butter or whatever. You closed the microwave door and pressed popcorn before it started. You felt so fresh and relaxed after the long shower you gave yourself. You did a mask, shaved, exfoliated your scalp and body, and deep conditioned your untamed hair.

Your hair that was usually up was now down and resting at your lower back. At this stage in your life (or surprising genetics), your strands were naturally wavy, and you didn’t have the patience to style it, thus always being in a ponytail or braided. However, you loved your hair and its length, so you refused to cut it.

You were in a pinky bralette with flimsy blue shorts that barely covered the indent to your butt, a habit of rarely wearing clothes when you’re in the comfort of your home. Your glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of your nose as you waited for the popcorn to be done.

You waited for Yoongi’s text, hoping he’s still okay with your movie night. But knowing him, he was the type to either fall asleep or just come to your house unknowingly. You also don’t care how you dress in front of him like this. It never fazed him. He explicitly said you weren’t his type as well.

It felt good having time to yourself. Usually, you were in school, working, or with Taehyung. Though you longed for the man, it was nice that the both of you had a night to yourselves. You missed him, though, and wondered if he was having fun and enjoying the presence of his friends. But these thoughts weren’t going to ruin your Friday night. You will spend time with your friend and watch Monsters, Inc. 

You heard a knock on your front door. With a smile, you happily rushed to the front door to invite your best friend.

Without hesitation, you opened the entrance. “I knew you’d ma—Taehyung?” You stopped yourself in shock. While his presence eventually became welcomed, you weren’t expecting him. Yet there he was, dressed in all black, fitting around his body succulently, hair tussled sexily, and smelling like alcohol and cologne. He leaned the jamb, slowly controlling his breathing while his eyes fell on you. He was out of breath…did he run? You were too concerned and in need to help him that you couldn’t see the predator look plastered on his face. 

He found you so fucking attractive. All blood went to his hardening dick. Bralette showing your cleavage, skimpy little shorts covering barely anything, your stomach exposed and ready for him to touch. But what surprised him the most was your hair. This was the first time he’s seen it in its natural state and not up. Your natural waves cascading down and free, looking absolutely delectable.

You tried calling for him, but you noticed where he was staring. You automatically looked down and were fully aware he gawked at your body and what you were wearing. Regretting you should have put on a cover, You quickly hid behind the door as he tried staring a bit longer to your liking. He saw you in nothing before, but why are you getting all so shy?

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you…is this for me?” He was astonished by how you looked. All bare and in your natural glow, he loved it so much.

“N-no, these are my sleeping clothes.”

“You look so sexy…” He stepped inside your home and wrapped his arms around your waist. You lost your balance, but he pulled you into his chest, stabilizing you. He nuzzled his nose into the neck, inhaling your clean scent heavily. “You smell fucking delicious, just for me.”

“Taehyu—”

The microwave beeped, and your attention motioned to that direction.

He rested his chin on your head and kissed your hair, “You making something?” His little action warmed you but repressed it off.

“I made popcorn.” You lightly pushed him off of you to get your snack, having more cheer in each step, to which Taehyung showed no shame in watching your ass bounce with it. 

He looked at your TV paused with the Pixar opening. “Movie night?” He watched you put the popcorn into the bowl and throw the bag in the trash. “All by yourself, princess? Fun Friday, I guess.” He followed your movement as you headed towards your living room.

“No.” You stated, but your tone was like a question. You placed the popcorn down. “Yoongi was thinking of coming but…” You checked your phone resting on the coffee table. “Judging by the time, I think he may have fallen asleep.”

Yoongi? Why Yoongi? Sure, he was your best friend and all, but why was he spending a quiet night with you alone? A Pixar movie, a man and a woman together, eating popcorn, hormones? A recipe for disaster, in Taehyung’s possessive mindset. 

“So Yoongi would have seen you in this?” He motioned at your thin pieces of fabric that you call pajamas. 

“Uhhh, he doesn’t care.” You turned your head as he came up to you in haste. Once his shoes stepped onto your carpet, you were about to protest and tell him off, but he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him. His dark eyes watched

“I do. I care.”

Heart beating. “Why should you?”

“Because…only I can see you this. Hair down, in this sexy sleeping attire, showing so much supple skin. Only me.” You felt his venomous voice hitting your face, letting out a grimaced expression. Alcohol but the mint tried covering up the stench. Yet being so close to him made your stomach squirrels run around in glee. He looked like a God damn mess, but a beautiful mess indeed.

Trying to be all casual and pretending you weren’t sexually affected, you say, ”Ummm, I guess since you’re here, do you wanna watch the movie with me? It’s Monsters, Inc.” You slightly pushed him away, but he gripped onto you tightly.

“How about we do something else?”

“So yes or no?” You shoved him to create some distance between you. You grabbed the popcorn bowl before plotting down on the couch. You ate a piece before looking up to him as he stood like a mannequin in silence.

He was still a little tipsy but sobered up quickly after the incident. He finally checked the surroundings before realizing that he hadn’t been to your place before. You never suggested going to your apartment to have sex. It was always his. He didn’t know why but he never asked. But as his drunk eyes scanned the place, it was very you with comfy and adorable furniture.

You murmured to him to take his shoes off, which he obliged and threw them over to the entrance, making you shake your head. He took his jacket off, revealing a black shirt underneath that tightened around his muscles. He settled on the couch while you grabbed the remote to start the movie.

As much as you wanted to cuddle with him, you maintained distance. You had sex, sure, but from the past couple of days, you wanted to maintain some sort of boundary. You’ve been doing so many things beyond fuck buddies with him that was severely detrimental to your poor little heart because you knew it didn’t mean anything at all. 

But it hurts so good when it happens.

“Hey, why are you so far? Come to me.” He pouted, scooting closer to you. You moved back, but he only came forth, eventually circling an arm around your waist. He pulled you and laid his back down onto the cushions, putting your body on top of him. You almost dropped the entire bowl, but he grabbed it and placed it on the floor in front of you, then pulled the throw blanket over your bodies. He fixed your positions until you had a leg hanging on the side of him and another in between his legs. Your head rested on his chest while he was on a couch pillow. 

“How does this feel, baby?” He questioned, absorbing in your softness and warmth. You merely hummed before he gripped onto your thigh, to your surprise, and brought it up so that you’re basically straddled onto him. 

God, this position was your favorite when you cuddled him, but usually, this led to fucking…, and you shouldn’t, even if you wanted to. You literally had sex yesterday, but it has been 24 hours.

You didn’t know if he was trying to do something on purpose or wanting to get a reaction out of you. But through your peripheral vision, you saw him engaging with the movie. Despite the interrupted self-care day, you shouldn’t make it a big deal, but it was fine as long as you were resting.

You both eventually became invested in the movie, while Taehyung fed the both of you popcorn once in a while.

-

You were about to fall asleep at the part where Sulley lost Boo in the factory when you felt Taehyung’s fingers ghost over the tops of your straddling thigh. You didn’t think much about it; in fact, it was relaxing, and you would have fallen asleep quicker.

But his digits shifted under you, hitting your clothed core.

You inhaled in a rush and lifted your head off of him to give him a glare. Once you did so, you saw that he wasn’t even paying attention to you. His eyes were still on the movie, but he knew you were suspecting something.

He lightly touches your cunt through your fabric, applying not enough pressure to get through an orgasm but enough to make you needy and whiny for him. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking it in. He moved his fingers to your hole, digging a little that it penetrated your dampening panties into you. You felt yourself leaking, your essences running down the petaled lips.

This was not supposed to be coming over to eat some ramen.

You exhaled softly before gripping onto his shirt. “Tae…” Still not looking at you, he found your clit and rubbed circles over it. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning over the lovely feeling. You rested your head on his chest as you breathed heavily and tightened your hold on him, squinting your eyes shut. “Daddy,” You mewled, shifting your head so that your chin rested on him while you gazed at him with your lusting eyes.

“Aww, baby, look! Boo found her kitty!” You did not give a fuck about the movie. You were focused on getting some action now. He mundanely turned to finally give you his full attention. You saw how his eyes darkened with sensuality and need, but his face remained blank, acting like nothing was going on. “I also found my kitty.”

He pushed your skimpy shorts and ruined underwear to the side of the folds. Two long fingers carded through the slit, collecting your fluids. “Fuck, so ready.” He embedded his digits into your hole, causing you to let out a shaky moan. But he doesn’t move, for God knows how long you start wiggling your hips, pouting for him to do something. “More?”

You pushed out your lips, submitting to his beck and call. You nodded swiftly, “Y-yes, daddy, please.”

“Please, what?”

“C-can you touch me more, daddy?”

He chuckled darkly, “You’ve gotten better at begging.” He licked his lips before slowly pumping in and out of your pussy, relieving you of the pleasure but squealing when he curled his fingers into your g-spot.

“Oh, God!” You grunted as you dropped your face down, shallowing your noises into his hardened chest. You subconsciously rolled your hips to his rhythm, both of you listening to the sounds of your stickiness wetting his fingers.

“Baby, you’re so tight.” He breathed out, continuing his movements. “Look at me while I’m fingering you.”

You raised your face while resting your chin on him once again. He was absolutely delighted seeing your flushed face, droopy eyes at him, mouth slightly open to breathe, furrowed brows as you concentrated on your orgasm. Your faces were so close yet so far away, but every time he pushed his fingers in, you’d jot forward, almost crashing your faces together. 

He couldn’t help but stare at your luscious lips, so red and plump, covered in your saliva as you licked it. He remembered the times when you almost tried to kiss him or vice versa, but each party would prevent it before happening. He wished he didn’t have stopped. He regretted it every time. He looked at your lips, the sounds that came out of them. His strained dick in his pants twitched every time. These were the lips he wanted.

“Daddy, close.” You squeaked, feeling the familiar heat coming up again. “Please lemme come. I’ve been your good girl,” The sound of your poor little voice was the ballad to his ears. He thrust harder, and you fell forward, finally coming to his features.

Your foreheads touched, the tip of your noses blooping one another. The little whimpers grew louder as he felt your walls about to crash down. You so badly wanted to kiss him. You knew never to kiss him even in a delirious state. But once your hot breath grazed his face and he saw you biting your lips again, it triggered his entire being.

Taehyung leaned forward.

Your eyes widened as you found yourself losing oxygen by the second.

You felt his lips on yours. Though there were still trails of alcohol and popcorn, your delusional mind morphed his bitter taste into cotton candy and sweet caramel. His lips were soft and cushiony against yours. He began moving them so that you’d mesh into him, which you did to follow his lead but very poorly. The kiss granted your every wish and hope you wanted. The innocent touch of his exploded like the New Year’s sky, the butterfly sensation traveling across your body, especially your poor cunt that rippled into ecstasy.

You gasped, letting him have a chance to push his tongue in. You moaned into his mouth, shutting your eyes as your body convulsed and juice spewed out of you like there was no tomorrow. Everything was wet and sticky. You leaked all over your couch and his clothes, but he did not give two shits as he gently helped you come down on your high.

He had pulled out of you by the time you were finished but didn’t stop kissing you. Your tongues were sloppily moving and swirled in motion as he gripped your waist and urged you towards him. You could feel his boner poking at you before he grinds into you to relieve some pain.

You felt so good; you tasted like vanilla and strawberries, and he was instantly addicted. He didn’t care if he broke his rule, nor did you. He wanted your taste on his mouth at all times. All he wanted was you and to kiss you again and again and again.

After some time, you finally pulled apart from him to breathe, but foreheads still touched. You kept your eyes closed, having a sense of fear for reasons you weren’t quite sure of. He finally kissed you; you finally kissed him. It only made your heart jump in joy. Did it mean something?

“You know you suck at kissing.”

You snapped your eyes wide open to see him smile cheekily. You frowned and pushed away to sit and straddle him. “Not my fault!”

“I thought of it as a compliment. It inflates me.” He, too, sat up, gazing at you with endearment. “Only showing how much I’m corrupting you.”

“You freaky man.”

He smirked, “Only for you.” He took your chin, inching forward to kiss him again. God, he loved it so much. You kissed back, making him moan. He muffled into your lips, “Bedroom, where?”

“End of the hall to the left.”

He wasted no time carrying you and following your directions while you circled your arms around his nape. He did it all while kissing you, fumbling a bit because he was too distracted by your supple lips. Ultimately, he made it into your bedroom. He didn’t have time to speculate the area as he spotted your full-sized bed in the corner to put you down.

Your back met your soft sheets, which you are praised to the high heavens you decided to change your old One Direction bedsheets into cute white daisies.

There he stripped all the disrespectful but sexy sleepwear off of you, making you completely naked in front of him. You weren’t as shy to show your body to him, but it still lingered. You used your elbows as leverage as your eyes battled with his in what was the next move.

“Get on fours.” He commanded, and you happily accepted. Your rounded ass faced him, which was something embarrassing and you’re not used to, but you knew he loved it, so you did it for him.

Teasing him a little, you shook your behind him and smiled playfully despite him not seeing. But all the fun and games for you were interrupted when he spanked your red puffy pussy. You yelped in pain but also pleasure as he did it once more.

“Da—” Another slap.

“You came without my permission.” Slap. “You think me kissing you was saying yes?” Slap.

You sniffled as you teared up, “N-no.” Slap. “Sorry!” The jolts bounced you into a rush, begging for more. You began drooling on the side of your mouth, pushing your head into your mattress.

“Baby, you’re doing so good, but I’m gonna have to punish you again.” He stated, and you said yes. For reassurance, he pecked your ass cheek before proceeding with your punishment. He smacked your cunt continuously, hit after hit. With every moan that got out of you, he knew you enjoyed it.

You felt the pressure building up again, and before he could punish you again, you said, “Daddy, I’m gonna come, please, please, please!”

Slap. “Okay, baby. Gimme what you got.” You were a bomb that detonated in a rush. Your walls clenched around nothing, yet your thighs quivered as they struggled to keep your ass up.

Your face stayed flat on your sheets. You heard him removing his wet clothes and throwing them on the floor, finally being as bare as you. You felt him push your legs, spreading them wide open. You prepared for him to go inside, but you inhaled sharply as his flattened tongue rubbed your clit in figure eight.

Your hands reached for the bedsheets, swaying your hips into his mouth. He held a side of your hip to keep you still. You wept by the immense sensation you had, looping your fingers tightly around the fabric. His plush slugged down into your hole, pushing it open as he sucked on your swollen nub. You mewled, but your voice grew high and louder when you felt a different feeling.

His mouth parted from your pussy to spit onto your anal, lubricating it before going back. His thumb rimmed around your puckered hole, lightly pressing into it as he ate your petaled folds. The feeling was too much, but it was soooo good. 

“Daddy!” You said pathetically.

He kissed your clit before saying, “Is this okay, baby?”

“Hurry!” You whined. “Wan you inside!”

He chuckled at your impatience, “I just wanna take my time with my baby. I love being with you.” The tip of his thumb pushed through your hole, causing you to groan. He nibbled and suckled on your clit simultaneously, making you go into another frenzy. You couldn’t handle the pressure, and you just sobbed as you came into his mouth.

He could feel him smiling, knowing that though you didn’t ask for permission, he enjoyed seeing and hearing you cum so he lets it slide. Thighs losing feeling until you dropped your lower body down to the bed, bouncing back slightly. He guided you down, collecting your frothy white slush with his tongue. Once you were finished, you still were a crazy horn ball who wanted Daddy’s dick immediately.

“Daddy, please!” You whimpered, focusing on him. There were tear streaks down the corners of your eyes, your nose was red and runny, and your mouth leaked in your drool. “Wan you…wan you..badly, please!” You hiccuped, being overpowered by his overall dominance.

You were so well-behaved. It hurt Taehyung’s heart. He wanted to give you everything your little heart desired. He felt so bad for you, having come three times yet not on his dick. He was also losing patience with his cock, painfully pink and seeping with pre-cum through his tiny slit. He knew it was time.

“Okay, baby, shh, shh. It’s okay.” He cooed, pushing away the strands on your face to eye you clearly. You were sniffling and wiping some tears away from your flushed features. You were so beautiful and perfect that he couldn’t get enough.

He turned you around, letting you rest on your back. He spreads you. He positioned himself in between your legs. The mushroom of his dick swiped your pussy, scooping more lubrication until he rested himself at the entrance. His eyes averted back to yours, then he saw something.

The lust in your eyes was replaced with a more tenderer spark. You gawked at him like he was the only one in the world. You were longing for him, wanted to be with him already. His attention was all on you, just for you. He held onto your hands, kissing the backs of them with care. The atmosphere changed into something they wished for but were afraid to say it audibly. 

“You’re so perfect, princess.” He whispered enough for your fluff mind to hear. “You’re mine. Don’t ever leave me.” There was a sense of vulnerability in him, and you’re surprised as to why or what is he talking about.

“I—”

He stopped you by pecking your lips, “You don’t need to say anything. I just want you to know.” He bent down again to give you a more intimate kiss. He took his time kissing you, wanting the moment to last.

But your horny mind couldn’t wait any longer, so you parted from him to whine. “Hurry, please. I want you so badly.” You shook your hips at him and spread yourself wider than usual. “Fuck me, please.”

He sighed despite loving how you begged. He grabbed his cock to align himself. He didn’t even wait as he slammed his entire length into you, making you scream from the sudden stretch. Though you knew he was big, it was still hard to adjust. “This is what you get from being so needy.”

He wasted no time thrusting long and hard. Each stroke touched your spot and cervix. Both of your moans and the sound of skin slapping echoed the room. Your eyes rolled back from the pleasure receiving, drool pooling out of your mouth while your arms struggled to hold him for dear life. He has done it before, but the feeling seemed different, an unspoken feeling.

Your hearts fluttered with every noise, every stare, every smell, every touch. All you wanted to do was be with one another. You didn’t want to let go. You couldn’t, or else you’ll break.

Taehyung’s pace fastened, making you scream louder and squirm under him. He gripped your waist harder, holding you down and probably creating red marks on you. His mouth reached for your nipple and swirled his tongue on your bud, making you curse under your breath at another stimulation.

He slapped your tit and smirked at your weakening state, “Such a good little slut. Do you like when daddy plays with you like a little fuck toy?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Tell me who you belong to?” He seethed, immediately thinking about how you were dressed, and waited for Yoongi. “Who owns your pussy, princess?”

“Y-you!”

“Be clear!” He smacked your tits, getting them to bounce.

“Taehyung!” You tried so hard to reply with a mushed head. “Daddy owns this pussy!”

“You’re mine! No one should see you like this except for me. Not Yoongi, not Hoseok, me!” He pressed his palm onto your stomach, and you could have sworn you lost it right then and there. Using his other hand, he went over to and pinched your swollen clit. Your throat hurt from all that screaming as you could only wheeze at this point. The high was arriving soon, and you couldn’t even speak properly. You babbled like the dumb little whore you were.

“God, look at you. Just a month ago, you were a cute little virgin. Now you’re my cum sprinkling cock sleeve.” He said condescendingly, which would have embarrassed you, but your conscious was nowhere to be seen. “My pretty kitty so good, so tight for daddy. This little fucking cunt is my personal onahole. Got it?!” 

You nodded pathetically, which he usually didn’t like, but you getting stupid for his cock made up for it. You loved his filthy words, loved it to the last drop.

Taehyung’s eyes glanced at your pussy, sloshing with a pearly ring connecting around his thickness. Such a God ascending sight, he thought. He could feel you tightening around him. 

“P-puh-pl—“ You couldn’t enunciate. He knew that you couldn’t produce proper words, so he gave you the blessing you wanted.

“Cum.”

He didn’t have to say it twice as you were sent into one of the hardest orgasms in your life. Your eardrums rang, hearing a blunt white noise as your head throbbed tremendously. Your vision blurred with spotting images of Taehyung. Your nails needled through his back, putting crescents on his skin. You barely chanted his name as you were slowly going down. He drowned some of your mewls with his mouth, though you couldn’t kiss him back.

Though you were completely satisfied with your sexual craving, Taehyung wasn’t having it. You didn’t squirt, and he wanted you to blackout. He loved seeing you writhe and crumble at the hands of him. So he decided to pull out and turn you back on your fours. 

You were practically a rag doll, allowing him to do any with your body. Your fucked out face pressed down onto the destroyed sheets. He helped your bare ass in the air, basically carrying you since your waist down was numb.

He could see everything. Your soft, plump ass on display just for him, your inflamed tender pussy leaking with essence and cum just for him, your whole self…just…for…him.

He smashed his full self into him, jerking your form forward before destroying your hole like a monster. 

“To-too much!” You were a weeping little thing from overstimulation.

“One more for me, baby.” His sloppy pace indicated that he was close, but he was determined to make you cum again. “I know you can take it. Squeeze your cunt around my cock.” He rubbed your mound aggressively as your eyes twitched. 

He pumped once more until you broke loose. Your thighs trembled, giving up right away, and you dropped onto the bed with Taehyung’s weight on you. You saw little twinkling stars with the occasional in and out blackness. You gasped harshly with your tongue out, attempting for more oxygen. You felt your squirting running down your and his thighs before seeping into the sheets. You leaked more than typical as you heard the light streaming noise.

Taehyung was not far behind as you heard him whimper. Then he drove his cock deep into you before splattering it onto your walls. He slowly pumped, helping his high with white ropes filling your cervix. He could only whine your name, peppering kisses onto your shoulder.

Heavy breathing resonated in the room, and the smell of sex lingered potently. Your perspiring skins stuck together, feeling your combined cum coming out of your cunt. Your drooping eyes slowly closed from the crashing tiredness, but you tried your best to stay awake. 

After staying in this position and the rush was over, Taehyung pulled out of you, and you whined at the sensitivity. He cooed softly and guided you on your side, giving you so much praise. He held your body, showered your entire face with kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and nose, and planted a big one on your lips. Though you were exhausted, the squirrels were back and running in your stomach. You weakly kissed back and hummed quietly.

He lets go of you to clean you up, trying his best to find your bathroom, other bedsheets, and a cloth. By the time he found everything, he had come back and saw you out like a light. Careful not to wake you up, but he doubted it, he wiped you clean and carried you up and out to the living room. He laid you on the area that wasn’t wet before running back to your room to change your sheets.

He finally finished everything and went back to you, still sleeping soundly and curled up like a cat. He laid you down on the fresh sheets before laying beside you. He wrapped his arms around your slumbered body, pulling your head to his chest.

He kissed the top of your head, feeling like he was in a dream. Your soft breathing and adorable unknowing movement to get closer to his heating body made his heartbeat quicker. It felt so right to be here with you. You were perfect, everything he wanted. He wanted you so badly, wanted you to be his.

“I love you.” Muffling into your strands. 

No Kisses | KTH Chapter VII: Let's Confess!??

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter VII: Let's Confess!??

“Tae!!” You giggled as he attacked your neck with kisses. He laid behind you on the freshly clean couch, spooning your body while trying to finish last night’s movie since you were…interrupted.

Since you both slept through the morning, you spent the afternoon in each other’s company. You cooked a meal for you and him while he found your washer and dryer, washing his dirtied clothes. He also cleaned your cum-stained couch, which you were extremely grateful for.

You only had on an oversized t-shirt and fresh underwear. While waiting for his clothes, he didn’t bother having anything on. Although his bareness was a God-giving sight, you didn’t want his dick dangling around distracting you…it would lead to things you were still sore from.

You handed him a pair of Jimin’s old joggers. They were a bit short on the legs, but hey, it covered his unmentionables. However, the little shit dared to hang them so low you found his shaved happy trail. You couldn’t help but peak from time to time until he teased you about it.

His teasing would have you snap back like a grumpy gremlin, but you could only pout and scrunch your nose. He mocked your expression. Irritated, you pushed him away and wanted to be alone, but he didn’t let you. 

He chased after and grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up in the air before placing you down on your couch. He smooched wet kisses on your face and finally onto your addicting lips before apologizing. 

The both of you felt an unspoken shift. You felt lighter seeing him and vice versa, almost happy and in l***. You enjoyed every minute together, the craving, the taste, the sweet sick scent of longing idiots. It didn’t help that the first sight you woke to was him eating you out like your pussy was a God damn breakfast buffet.

He had to change the sheets again.

You weren’t getting anywhere with this movie, so you called it quits and exited from the streaming account. You turned towards the cheeky captain, facing him with your noses touching.

“Baby, why’d you stop the movie?” He questioned innocently, but his tone was anything but.

“We’re never gonna see Boo finally get into her room if you keep kissing me!”

“Then we never will.” He shrugged. Moving closer, his lips reached yours, wanting your sweet taste on him. He loved kissing you, will never get enough. He felt you kissing back, smiling into your mouth.

He nearly came right then and there when you swiped your tongue on his mouth for permission. You never initiated anything with him, but there’s always a first for something. 

Once he accepted, your tongues collided and suckled, creating wet sounds throughout the living room. Your bodies shifted, letting you go on top of him. You felt him hardening under you, feeling more of him since you only had panties on. Rotating your hips, he groaned deeply, biting your lower lip and sucking onto it. He slapped your ass cheek, then massaged the muscle. You were sensitive, but it didn’t hurt to tease him.

But you thought wrong.

But before he could do anything, ringing resonated in the vicinity. You both turned to your coffee table, spotting Taehyung’s phone going off. It was Jimin calling. You glanced at him, then back to the device, suddenly feeling queasy about the thought of your cousin. Did he know what was going on? How would he feel?

The call quickly ended, revealing a bunch of missed calls and text messages from various people. But you couldn’t fully see it as Jimin called again and Taehyung suckled on your neck.

“Tae, aren’t you gonna get that?” You pushed away, sitting on his pelvic. “It’s Jimin.”

With the look in your eyes, you weren’t taking no for an answer. He sighed before lifting himself up. You shifted apart, but he tugged you to sit on his lap as he reached for his phone. You, on the other hand, went for the remote to resume the movie. 

The ringing ended, but since your cousin was fucking adamant, his annoying ass face popped up on the screen. He accepted it and didn’t bother to greet as Jimin said, “And he’s alive! Jesus fucking Christ, Tae, I’ve been calling you since last night. You dipped out of nowhere. Yeonjun and Seokjin told me you just left! Might I also mention you were fucking drunk and unaware of your surroundings! Are you okay, my wonderful, stupid-ass best friend?”

“I’m fine, you miniature Bratz doll.” He puffed, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I was nervous for you, my God! I thought something happened, and I wanted to call the police or hospital—”

“I’m fine. Damn, you’re more anxious than my parents.” He interrupted his best friend. He gazed back at you being indulged into Monsters, Inc. Without thought, he intertwined his free hand with yours, making you eye him out with a smile. You raised the interwoven hands towards your lips to kiss his sweetly. 

“Anyways, Jungkook calmed me down, and he told me to look at your location,” Jimin announced. “So tell me why you’ve been at my cousin’s house since last night.”

Taehyung swore his stomach dropped out of his asshole, trying to find a reason to give Jimin without any words, including, “I’ve been fucking your cousin’s guts behind your back.” Without thinking, he jolted up from his seat, letting you get up and fall from the sudden force. You looked up at him with confusion as you spotted his wide eyes and gaping mouth, standing still. 

To be fair, Jimin knew about Taehyung’s crush on you and encouraged him to confess. Though your cousin didn’t know how you felt, he was delusional and would think of it as anti-climatic if something were to happen.

Despite Jimin’s approval, Taehyung doesn’t think his best friend would appreciate you being dumbified by his kinky horny friend. Taehyung eventually would reveal his feelings, but it wasn’t the right time. Especially after what happened at the party.

“Tae, you okay?” You inquired. He looked distraught, and you wanted to know why to comfort him.

Gazing into your pupils, he cleared his throat and nodded. “Ummm, ___ had a movie night and told me about it, so that’s why I left. I fell asleep here and just chilled.” You cocked an eyebrow at his response. He technically didn’t lie, apart from knowing your movie night, but he did leave out a couple of things he did during his stay.

“Uhh-huh, okay? It’s now 5 pm and you’re still chilling there. That’s cool. Anything else?” 

“No, we had a late lunch, and that’s about it. We’re watching Monsters, Inc., if you were wondering.”

“Are you sure that was it? Don’t lie to me.” Jimin tried scrutinizing.

“What else do you want me to say? I’m wearing your sweatpants because I didn’t want to sleep in those tight ass jeans that rode up my dick.” Taehyung deflected, and you shook your head before turning back to the screen. “I promise you, nothing happened.”

“I’m just concerned, okay?” He could feel his best friend pouting his lips. “I thought you were going to confess or something…it’s been years, Tae!”

“I can’t tell her yet. Now’s not the time.” Taehyung said under his breath, looking at you mindlessly enjoying the movie.

“When will be the time?” Jimin huffed. “Look, I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I am, and I’m enjoying it right now.” He smirked, eyes roaming the tops of your thighs.

“Anyways, have dinner with me! Let’s get cold noodles across the street from my place.”

“Ahh, you’re more demanding than an actual partner.” Taehyung scoffed. “Fine, gimme an hour, and I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay, bye. Love you!! See you soon, bro!” With that, Jimin hung up as he got what he wanted.

“What did Jimin say?” You asked, even though you heard some things.

“He just wanted to know where I was and wanted to have dinner together.” He replied. “Looks like I have to get going.”

“You’re leaving?” You pulled your attention away from Mike and Sulley to stare sadly at him with your large doe eyes.

“Aww, baby. I’m sorry, my best friend—your cousin—is needy and wants to spend time with me.” He chuckled at your adorable heart-wrenching expression. “I’ll make it up by texting and calling you, okay?”

You sighed and nodded. You didn’t want anyone to suspect anything, but it sucked when you had to share him with your cousin like that. Taehyung threw on his clothes and made sure he looked semi-presentable. He was going home from here but wished that no one saw him leaving your apartment as it would lead to assumptions that were very much true.

You walked him towards your door, and as you opened it, he pulled you in for a giant kiss on the lips, holding you tightly. You were surprised by the action but still enjoyed it as you kissed back. He parted away and gave another but smaller peck.

“I’ll miss you.” He whispered.

“I’ll miss you too.” You grinned like an idiot in l***.

“Uhh, hey.” Another voice came out of nowhere.

Your heads followed the sound, finding a flabbergasted Yeonjun in front of your door with his fist in mid-knock. He saw everything, the fluffy sick exchange, the kiss, the fact Taehyung wore the same outfit, and remembered what happened last night at the party.

Then Taehyung remembered as well, feeling his heart race.

You both let go of one another to avoid any other happenings. You then realized you had no shorts underneath your large shirt, so you hid behind your door. Trying to steer away from the conversation, you said, “What’s up, Yeonjun? Got locked out again?”

“Yeah…I forgot my keys when I threw my trash away. Can I have my spare?” The younger boy asked while eying out your smooth legs. Taehyung noticed but didn’t say anything. He only glared at him.

“Ahh, it was a good idea for you to make another and give it to me.” You sighed. “I’ll be right back.” You trotted away to your bedroom to obtain his keys and put on some pajama pants because you swore he checked you out.

In the meantime, Taehyung and Yeonjun silently exchanged glances as if they were conversing. The younger speculated something between the president and football captain but crossed it out when he saw Taehyung kiss another. Everyone knew his rule, knowing it was serious. But now he was here, seeing him with you the day after and also kissing. 

Yeonjun was smart enough to not be involved despite being curious. He only gave him a look that said Taehyung needed to figure out what to do before shit happens—even though it already happened. Taehyung nodded, agreeing with what Yeonjun thought. It was a big deal, and if you were important to him, he needed to tell you but feared how you would react when he did so.

-

The weekend passed, and you were excited to go back to school. Not because of all the stress and work, but you wanted to see him. Taehyung kept his promise and texted or called you through the days. It was unfortunate that you didn’t see him throughout the day. Your schedules never aligned except for the joint meetings.

You were finally done with your classes for the day but had to attend this leadership meeting with the other club presidents on the assistance you’ll need for homecoming. It wasn’t strenuous. Though you wished you were anywhere else but here. Preferably in Taehyung’s arms.

Though you liked him and fell harder, your heart had hope, hope that Taehyung felt the same. After all, he did kiss you, and that meant something? He finally lifted his rule, and now it didn’t pertain to you. You still didn’t know why he didn’t kiss, but you assumed he’d tell you later if you asked.

When he kissed you, it was one of the most magical things you could have dreamt about. Not because it was good—in fact, it was amazing—but because it was something that you’ve longed for, wishing to do with him. You wished that you were finally going to be together after all.

Being hopeful and confident that Taehyung would reciprocate, you decided to confess to him soon. You didn’t know when or how to approach it, but you didn’t want to wait any longer. You knew what you wanted, and it was him.

Alas, you were stuck in this meeting, and then you have another council-only meeting afterward.

Meanwhile, Taehyung showered after practice, smiling at himself and the very thought of you. He was for sure whipped and head over heels for you. He made the best decision ever, finally kissing you the other day. He felt closer to you than ever, never wanting to let go.

He was nervous about being honest with you and telling him about kissing Bini, but perhaps you’ll understand him once you find out he only did it because he thought of and missed you. He’ll tell you soon, but he didn’t know when or how to approach it, but he shouldn’t wait any longer.

He dried himself down, then headed towards his locker to change. Some members were still out practicing, others left for the day, but it was overall quiet in the room. Once he made it, he met someone he didn’t want to see. 

“What are you doing here?” He spat back.

-

You were done with the meeting, satisfied with the productivity made. Everyone knew their roles and positions during the parade as well. You walked down the hallway towards the council room while your mind wandered what Taehyung was doing right now, probably practicing. Maybe you’ll text him soon before your council meeting starts.

Once you arrived, you spotted Jimin with your best friends. You greeted and waved, wondering why he was here and not at practice.

“Coach gave us a choice to rest or practice. He didn’t want us to be overworked. Some of us stayed back, but I helped the parade committee with the float.” Jimin informed. “Can some of you help me bring the supplies here from the lockers? There’s a lot of them. “

“Sure!” You settled your backpack down. “I don’t mind. We have some time.”

“I’ll come with!” Hoseok tagged along.

“Not me. I’m good, thank you.” Yoongi was too busy writing a paper, to which you all shrugged.

-

Though it hadn’t been long since he had seen her, he wished to never be affiliated with her anymore. Bini broke his heart and cheated on him the entire summer before their second year of college began. She lied to his face, telling him the guy she was with was an older family friend who was practically her brother. 

Unfortunately, Taehyung was oblivious and trusted her until someone took a video of her slobbering up with that very guy and sent it to him. He was devastated, to say the least, crying to Jimin at times and being an absolute mess with post-breakup and his first love hurting him.

The worst part of it all was that she never had a reason for why she cheated. She just did it and continued to do it until he found out. In the past, Taehyung thought it was his fault that he did something wrong for her to betray the relationship. But not anymore and realized that she probably never felt as much as he did with her. Maybe she was only with him to boost her ego that she kissed Kim Taehyung, the football captain who never kisses anyone.

It didn’t matter anymore, though. He was finally getting a chance with you, someone who was more important, trusting, and kind for his heart to accept. He didn’t want to ruin it.

“Tae, I’ve been thinking about you since that night,” Bini announced instead of answering his question.

“Bini, that kiss meant nothing.” He sighed, shaking his head as he walked up to his lockers, trying his best to ignore her presence while he was gathering his belongings. “We were both under the influence.”

“But didn’t you feel what I felt?” She didn’t want to give up. “I mean, before we—”

“What we did together was ages ago. It’s been years!” He interrupted her, not bothering to face her. If he did, he was afraid the memories could come back.

“Taehyung, you and I both know when kissing is involved, it means something, especially to you.”

Irritated when she used his reasonings against him, his eyes met hers. “You have no right to say that after what you did to me.”

“I told you I regretted it ever since! Please, I want you back! I—”

“Well, I don’t. Sure, kissing means something to me but not this time.” He stood his ground. “This time, I was drunk, and I regret it. I don’t want you.”

Tears glazed Bini’s eyes, she knew it was the end of all, but she didn’t have the heart to stop. She knew his reason why. She wasn’t an idiot. When she observed from afar, she saw it in him every time he looked at you with the love he used to have for her, only this time it was much heavier and unconditional. He may have given up on her, but he’d never give up on you.

“It’s Jimin’s little cousin, right?” She sniffed, feeling her cheeks warming from her pain. “The one you wanted after me.”

“Don’t act so pretentious. Not everything has to do with you.” He rolled his eyes, folding his arms in front of his torso.

“Student body goody-two-shoes president?” Unnecessary words spewed out of her mouth. “Damn, didn’t know that was your type all along?”

“Don’t mock me or insult her. You don’t know me anymore, Bini. I’ve changed since freshmen year.”

“Maybe, but what happens if Jimin found out? Her friends? I know you’re doing things with her?”

His eyes grew, and his confidence took a hit. “I—”

“Everyone is probably ignorant, but I saw the glances.” She smirked as she could see his walls crashing down. “Frequently, messy hair and reddened lips. Your uniforms are completely wrinkled.”

“A-are you a stalker?”

“No, I just people watch, and you’re my favorite one.” She shrugged. “I wonder if you kissed her yet. I bet you did, but we kissed first and what we had was special.”

“Bini, st—”

“You probably did it first, and assuming how she is, she’s innocently following. But here’s the thing, Taehyung, I don’t think she likes you.” She stated, slowly moving toward him. “She’s letting you do all these things, probably for some good dicking. I mean, I can’t blame her. I enjoyed it too.” She was too close for his liking. Her focus was strong and held an aura that Taehyung was somewhat afraid of.

Bini knew underneath his facade that Taehyung was naive and vulnerable. His mind conflicted with his actions, going towards reaches that he was willing to do anything for acceptance and reassurance. He was willing to do things that probably led to consequences and hurt himself.

Bini had to use it to her advantage to get what she wanted with how he was acting. It happened when they were together, and to this day, Taehyung hasn’t noticed what she was doing. “It’s been a while, and she still hasn’t shown any feelings towards you. I’ve seen her push you away when you held her. She never said she missed you when you said it back.”

“Y-you d-don’t know anything,” He wanted to punch himself for being flustered by her. He didn’t want her to have his way.

She hummed, acknowledging him. “I know that we kissed, and you know that I still love you. Why waste your time on someone who doesn’t love you back?” She rested her palm on his chest, feeling his heartbeat rapidly. The look in his eyes told her that he felt exposed, susceptible to any behavior she could do from now on.

Did you feel the same with him? You were needy that other day. It meant something, right? But in the past occurrences, you did push away. Your friends didn’t know about him, and you weren’t upset when he spoke with Jimin about his whereabouts. How could you possibly fall for him if your actions didn’t add up?

He was not contemplating if he even had a chance with you. After all, once homecoming is over, you want to end it.

The contemplation and insecurity in his gaze revealed Bini got him where she wanted.

-

“Heard Taehyung spent the night at yours,” Jimin reported out of nowhere as the three of you headed to the locker room.

“What the fuck?” Hoseok snapped his head at you, growing a scowl. “I’m your best friend, and you didn’t tell me!”

“Jesus, relax! Nothing happened.” You implied, knowing what he was thinking about. “He was kind enough to join me on movie night. He happened to fall asleep, hence why he stayed at my place. He didn’t leave me for some party like a certain someone.”

“Hey, I told you to come with me, and you denied.” He rolled his eyes. “All in all, blame Yoongi. He told me he fell asleep and didn’t go.”

“Yeah, that bitch didn’t even apologize. Just gave me donuts.” You grumbled.

“Interesting to see you guys close.” Jimin pointed out. “You and Tae, that is. Usually, you’d be at each other’s throats.” Well, yes. But not in the way you’re thinking of.

You shrugged, trying to contain the smile blossoming on your face. “Change of heart, I guess. I told him that we needed to do our best and deal with each other, and he agreed.”

“How kind of him to agree without getting something out of it. He looks like the type to.” Your best friend highlighted, laughing at the thought.

“He is.” Jimin joined in on the laughter.

You laughed uncomfortably, “Yeah, who would have thought?”

“You realize he’s fond of you, right ___?” Jimin brought it up as you spotted the building near.

“I guess so?” You didn’t understand why he said that. “He enjoys annoying me and is practically the bane of my existence.”

“He has his reasons, and hopefully, he’ll tell you.” Your cousin explained. “He cares about you.”

“Interesting, you say that because ___ thinks of him in a similar way.” Hoseok blurted out. You glared at him as he blew you a kiss and then at a puzzled Jimin.

“What does he me—”

“I’ll tell you later. Just know that I don’t think he’s bad as I thought he would.” Your statement was super vague, but Jimin took it as a good sign for his friend to confess.

“So, where are the boxes?” Hoseok asked.

“They’re in the back where the storage is.” Oh, it was near Taehyung’s lockers. “The doors are wide open; members are probably practicing.”

You all quietly entered the room as Jimin led you to the back. You didn’t hear any noise, thinking that people weren’t there. The storage room was in the corner and had to take a turn. Once you did so together, your eyes reached a tragic nauseating sight that ripped your heart into a million pieces.

Eyes closed, his hands were on her waist with her arms around his neck, chests pressed together, and him being covered with only a thin towel. The heart-wrenching part was that they were moving in motion with their lips molded. They kissed like they were the only ones in this room, in the world.

You absolutely hated it. 

“Oh, shit! Seriously!” Jimin gasped while Hoseok scowled in disgust. “Taehyung!”

The culprit’s eyes shot open before pushing away from her. Though your cousin called him out, his attention was on you with the hurt in your eyes. You weren’t looking at him anymore. You peered at Bini, who smiled with please, holding your contact. You could feel her gloating, saying, “I too kissed Kim Taehyung. You’re not any different than me.”

He kissed you as if you were the only one, that you were special. Everything was a lie. There was no hope. You had no chance of ever being with him. You should’ve known from the beginning, but you were too blinded by your crush.

You refused to cry and show him how much you were affected by it, but your very little pride and self-respect in you covered your sadness, and the universe gave you a little chance when your phone rang, pulling it out of your skirt pocket.

“___—“Taehyung breathed and took a step to your reach.

“Jimin, Soobin is calling me. It must be an emergency, I’ll have to leave, but I’ll force Yoongi to help you both. See you soon, Hoseok, bye.” You said under one breath as you fled the premises. You don’t know what happened next, but all you saw was a blurred vision and feeling tears running down your face.

No Kisses | KTH Chapter VIII: Idiots at the Pre-Party

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter VIII: Idiots at the Pre-Party

“Homecoming is next week, so whatever last-minute task your committee still needs to finish, let anyone else know. Parade committee, I know you asked a bunch of us to help you this weekend. Do you know what day and time?” You summarized the last agenda for today. A representative, Yuju, stood up to report when to meet up before sitting back down. You adjourned the meeting and freed both the council and Football team.

You needed to be on it for the next few days. You felt like you were slacking off, though many of your council members reassured you that you had a lot on your plate. You’ve bounced from meeting to meeting with others clubs and the administration while also doing your schoolwork. This is where your Type-A personality came out because you needed everything to be perfect, paperwork viewed and revised, caterers and sponsors all set and ready to go, not a single speck of insight, not a hair out of place, and certainly no distractions.

You pushed your glasses up before turning away to gather your belongings. You were in your little bubble, mentally checking your list on anything you might need for tomorrow and later days when you felt someone behind you, and you knew who it was.

“Baby.” The voice calling you brought an ache to your heart. You wanted to so badly hold onto him and never let go, but you quickly remembered what he did. You didn’t even need to tell him how you felt about it because your actions said it.

You threw everything in your backpack and shouldered it before leaving the council room, not sparing a glance at him. “Soobin! Turn the lights off and make sure the doors are locked!” You yelled, startling the younger but taller boy.

“Yes, ma’am,” He responded. It was a bit harsh to do, knowing that he saw you in a crying, broken down state, trying his best to comfort you. He didn’t know what was happening but patted your back and told you it was okay.

But it wasn’t okay.

You were grateful for him not asking any questions and asked him to not tell anyone what he saw, to which he stayed true to his president.

Unlike someone.

You continued your council meeting afterward with puffy eyes and a fake ass smile which concerned your members but didn’t bother to ask. They didn’t want to trigger you.

You sped through the hallways, trying to get away as fast as possible. Being in those meetings was an absolute pain, and it hurt when you saw him there. He stared at you intently with longing and pleading in his big brown eyes. You felt them lingering on you every time, but you shared no glances. You went about your business with your stoic facade.

Because, in reality, your heart was heavy for him, and you wanted to be with him. Seeing how Taehyung kissed Bini showed your true feelings. You didn’t just have a crush on Taehyung. You absolutely fell in love with him. You love him.

But he did that to you. He told you he never kisses, which were usually his hookups, and you understood. You thought you were like them, yet your heart still knew there was no chance of him thinking differently of you. But it didn’t hurt as much as now. He kissed you, kissed all the time that day, and never wanted to stop. You gave yourself a sense of hope that maybe you were someone special.

Yet he kissed another, his ex, in front of you.

Maybe that whole “no kissing” rule was a complete fraud. A scheme for people to continue these sexcapades with him, then he kisses you into thinking you were someone of importance to him, that you were the only one for him.

He did so much for you, bringing you out, helping you clean, giving you pet names, comforting you, buying food for you, all while showering you with so many compliments and stolen touches that made you feel so loved. He acted like he cared. He made you fall harder for him. He made you love him.

Oh, no. The tears were welling up again. Come on, ___. Just leave the school, so you can go home and cry peacefully.

“Princess!” He called out again from the other end of the hall, but it only made you run like a track star. He followed suit, but you were far, away from his reach and failing once again. It became a routine over the past days.

No surprises here when you’ve been ignoring Taehyung. You’ve done it before, and that led to things. But this time, you were brutal. You don’t answer his calls or texts and even his voicemails. Yet you were weak enough to allow yourself to hear them because you wanted to listen to his voice when you cried for him. You were so cold to him; you didn’t even bother snapping back when he made comments to get a reaction from you. But that was only once because Taehyung was nothing but sweet, gentle, and desperate to talk to you. You simply continued and focused anywhere else but him.

You missed him so much, but you knew it wasn’t a good idea. You were an idiot falling into his tricks. You knew he was a fuck boy, but you turned a blind eye. It was all an act.

-

You were in the comfort of your living room. You changed into your long pajamas and bundled into your fleece blanket. You played your broken hearts club playlist, sobbing to Hate Everything by G Soul.

How fucking fitting.

While in your sorrowful condition, you’re impressed with yourself for hearing the knocking at your door when sad music played loudly. You got up slowly, fearing who it could be. You couldn’t even peep through because your front door didn’t have that, so anyone was a surprise.

Though you refused to talk to him, if he was at your door, you were terrified of how fragile you’d be because you might forgive him right there. You didn’t want that, but seeing his face would make your heart hurt and skip a beat simultaneously.

The knocking was more profound, forcing you to move faster. You breathed in to prepare, then you opened your door. Being disappointed but very grateful that it wasn’t Taehyung, you were met with three pairs of eyes. 

Your stomach dropped, cursing yourself that it was time they confronted either you or him about this weird thing between us. You haven’t spoken to them about the incident. They knew what happened with Taehyung and Bini, but your response and how he’s been made them think that something else was going on that they weren’t informed with.

They wanted to give you time to open up, but the tension was so strong, dammit. They couldn’t take it anymore. First, Jimin tried to talk with Taehyung, but he avoided him badly. The only communication was through Seokjin. Seokjin reported to Jimin that Taehyung was ashamed and couldn’t face his best friend just yet, knowing what he did to his cousin. It only left Jimin confused about whatever the fuck happened between you two.

Jimin was looking for answers; moreover, Hoseok and Yoongi were concerned for you. They knew you liked Taehyung, but you seemed greatly affected than assumed. They thought you were letting go of him. You’ve been giving him the cold shoulder while he chases you like some lovesick puppy.

They brought you some pho, knowing that you were self-deprecating. You all sat around your table while they watched you eat. They observed how skinny you’ve gotten, not caring for yourself, and stressing out with everything. It only intensified with a broken heart and loving the dreamy quarterback. 

“We gave you time, and now we want to know what is going on between you and Taehyung.” Jimin was the first to speak.

“Nothing.” You lied.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing, especially seeing you cry listening to your broken hearts club playlist!” Hoseok commented as he leaned back into the chair. “___, please make it easier for us. What’s going on?”

“Jimin, look—”

“Did something happen after you fucked him?” Yoongi blurted out, sipping on his soft drink.

You just lost your appetite and wanted to crawl in a hole. “Yoongi!” You pushed your food away and crossed your arms. It was like Hoseok knew Yoongi was about to pull that shit because the Vice President tightened his lips and nodded.

As for Jimin, he didn’t know anything, so he was left dumbfounded. “Excuse me, what? When did this happen?” He exclaimed, focusing his attention on you, trying to get your eyes on him. With your avoidance and fiddling of your fingers, he clearly knew that what Yoongi said was true, but he needed to hear it from you. 

“I—“

“____, don’t lie to me.” Jimin interrupted, knowing you were going to try something. “I won’t get mad. In fact, I’m not mad at you, I swear. I just want to know because the two people I love and care about are hurting, and I don’t know why.” Your eyes averted to him. He was nothing but genuine in his statement. He reached for your hand into his and rubbed your skin for comfort. “I love you. Please tell us.”

You wanted to cry again at their gentleness for you. Tears were on the brink of falling, but Hoseok managed to wipe them away with his thumb. Yoongi stood up and gave you a hug, whispering, “It’s okay.”

That’s when you broke walls down and let everything out. They only wanted you to feel better, and it only hurt more when you told them everything, from what first happened in the council room to losing your virginity to your secret affair with the one and only Kim Taehyung. You told them how he kissed you when he was here last week. He fed you all this hope and ultimately crushed your spirit when he kissed Bini.

Eventually, your crying died down, with only sniffles here and there. When you finished your narrative, the room was silent as the others processed all that you said. Unfortunately, your best friends knew something like this was bound to happen after you first slept with him. They understood why you did what you did and why you’re acting like this. For that, they didn’t like Taehyung and wanted him to feel your pain.

However, this was all new for Jimin. He didn’t know you liked Taehyung this whole damn time. You could have been together sooner, but you were idiots and made everything harder than needed. He didn’t say that, though. He stayed quiet as he processed his emotions. But before that, he needed to tell you another bitter truth. 

“Can I be honest and say he also kissed Bini at the party?” Jimin sighed when he saw your eyes grow dimmer. “Seokjin and Yeonjun told me. But they said he was drunk.”

“Wow, and then he came to me to relieve himself?” You assumed the worst. You didn’t want to believe it, but the thoughts were eating you alive. “So he broke his rule for her. Drunk or sober. I knew this was going to happen. I’m stupid!”

“You’re not stupid, ___. You did what you could. It just so happened to end up this way.” Yoongi comforted. “Anyone can go through lengths when you’re in love.”

“Wait, not a crush, but you love him?” Jimin asked. You nodded weakly. Suddenly, you noticed a rare sight of Jimin being angry. He hated seeing you like this, crushed and crying, especially at the hands of his best friend. “I’m going to fuc—”

“Don’t, Jimin.” You shook your head. Though he broke your heart, you still defended him. You were in on this, too, even if you felt like shit. “That’s why I didn’t tell you or anyone at all. I didn’t want you to worry about me, and I didn’t want what I did with him to affect your friendship.”

“B-but, you’re my cousin first, and I will choose you over him.” Jimin countered, standing up and pacing around your apartment. “Look at you! You still got hurt by him. This isn’t right!”

“Anything about this isn’t right.” You responded, following his movement. “You shouldn’t be angry with Taehyung. This was my decision too. I hate him, but he isn’t at fault.”

“Can’t believe you’re protecting him.” Hoseok smiled sadly. “You really do love him.”

You nodded, agreeing with him. You do love Taehyung for months. It won’t go away within days.

“I guess that “no kissing” rule is complete bullshit then. Maybe he told people that rule, so when he does break it, it makes them feel special.” You muttered, slowly accepting the statement. 

Jimin shook his head, denying your assumptions. “No, I can tell you that Taehyung is serious about that rule. It’s so important. He didn’t tell me why, but he swore on his grandparents’ grave.”

“How is that even possible? He did it to me and Bini.”

“True, but Bini was his first love and girlfriend. She meant something to him, at least in the past. I’m not sure now?” Your cousin pointed out. “I’m assuming that you clearly mean something to him if he kissed you. ___, just look at what he’s been doing. He’s been trying to get your attention.”

“Whatever, I don’t want to be part of some fucking love triangle. I refuse any type of sick harem he may want. After this championship, I won’t need to deal with him anymore.” You boiled with rage, releasing more feelings to keep you from weeping.

“You say that, but you became fuck buddies.” Yoongi mentioned the obvious. You glared at him because he was right, and you didn’t like it.

“I know you said you didn’t want this to get in between my friendship with him, but he’s been avoiding me! He made Seokjin tell me that he’s ashamed to talk to me.” Jimin stated. “He’ll eventually come my way, but I suggest you should talk to him about how you feel instead of ignoring him like a fucking virus.”

“What’s the point? Even if he knows how I feel, it won’t change anything. I’m sure he won’t like me back.”

Jimin heaved at both of your stupidity. You were meant to be with his idiotic friend. “I can’t say anything, but you should. Why else is he desperate for your attention?”

“To annoy me and save face that I won’t tell anyone that he’s a conniving man whore.”

“Do you really think lowly of him?” Jimin snapped at how harsh you were being. He switched sides. He was supporting Taehyung now. 

“No…” You mumbled, feeling guilty at your meaningless words. “I-I’m not ready to face him. I’m scared.”

“But you love him. What are you scared for?” Hoseok asked.

“Rejection? I’m already in pain. Seeing him with Bini was enough. I don’t want him to say he doesn’t like me.” You explained. “I’m also frustrated that I still want him.” You palmed your face, trying to relieve the ache by kneading it. “His words replay in my head, you know? Saying that I was his and only he could touch m—“

“Okay, for once, let’s not get into details.“ Yoongi stopped you from finishing your sentence. He was shocked to see you ready to talk about things like this. Maybe being with Taehyung for some time making you more comfortable, which was a good thing in his eyes. “But you’ll be okay. Taehyung’s just one guy.” 

“What if I’m stubborn and say no? I want him.” You challenged, but your expression grew stiff at a thought. “But for some reason, I want him to feel a similar pain that I’m feeling.”

“Damn, are you a sadist now?” Hoseok was astonished at what his innocent little friend was saying. “The fuck did Taehyung do to you?”

“Enough for me to see stars.” You said before their expressions went sour. “But importantly, enough for me to have revenge.”

“You want revenge?” Jimin smiled cunningly at the idea. He suddenly went back to supporting you. “I may be his best friend, but he’s been ignoring me, and I did nothing. How dare he? I’m in.”

“Damn, you switch lanes quick.” Hoseok scoffed incredulously at your cousin, then turned to you. “Evil, but I like it, small one.”

“Do you even have any plan in mind?” Yoongi questioned. “How would you get revenge? Revenge won’t happen unless he’s been crushed and affected by you.”

“I’m not too sure, actually.” You revealed. Your brain was not in the right place to come up with schemes. You just wanted him to feel pain. “Well, there was one thing.”

“What was it?” Jimin pried.

“Taehyung gets jealous.” You grinned, recapping back that night. God, he was so roug—now wasn’t the time. “I was wearing my usual pajamas, and I told him Yoongi was supposed to be here. He didn’t like it.”

Yoongi smirked and ticked his head to the side, “I think I know what we’re going with this.”

-

The pre-party was happening, and the crowd was larger and compact. The bass of the music rippled through the house, the stench of alcohol and sweat reeked the air, while the chattering of people resonated everywhere. The joy, laughter, and immense pleasure surrounded a yet depressing Taehyung.

He wasn’t participating in the party. He was on the side near the wall. He was here for the sake of his team and the tradition of the pre-party before a big game. If it weren’t, he would stay home and self-loathe while texting you even if you don’t respond.

He missed you so much and wished that he would explain himself. If he did, it would be difficult for him to reason. Yes, he was drunk when he kissed Bini, but at the lockers, he didn’t know why he let her in like that. She gave him many doubts about you and your feelings at that moment. He started worrying if you’d even accept him. Was it worth fighting?

He got so insecure with confidence that he believed Bini, which was the biggest mistake. Right when she leaned into his lips, he had his eyes closed, thinking of you again. It didn’t feel like it, but if he couldn’t have you, at least he could pretend to.

But when he opened his eyes and saw your distraught, he regretted it. Your face was on the brink of breaking down, but he knew you. You weren’t going to let it happen until you were alone.

After the incident, he confronted Bini about warping his thoughts and beliefs. He got so upset, the most Bini saw him that it scared her. He told her off and wanted to never see or talk to her again. At the end of his yelling, he didn’t realize he was crying. He cried for you and was disappointed in himself—only noticing how Bini manipulated him. He proclaimed his hatred on her, leading Bini to surrender and leaving him alone once and for all. They haven’t spoken ever since and never wanted to.

His mood improved, as you can say, but it would have gotten better if you let him speak to you. Taehyung accepted the fact that he fucked up. It was so bad that you treated him like the wind, never acknowledging his presence, but he knew you saw him during the meetings.

Other than the meetings and practices, Taehyung was practically a loner, for the time being, trying to get himself together while mending his heart, but that wasn’t working. 

He assumed that your friends still didn’t know as he observed their perplexed faces and that they were nice to him. But Jimin—

He was afraid of Jimin. He had no idea if you told your cousin since he had been avoiding him. But he was a coward, knowing he disappointed his best friend and probably ruined their friendship. After going behind his back, he didn’t deserve Jimin’s love and support.

“Finally spotted you.” Taehyung turned his head away from the beer he was staring at uninterestingly, meeting his slit-eyed friend. He clenched his jaw in fear, being trapped and couldn’t just run away. “Are you good?”

Taehyung paused and gulped before nodding, “I guess you can say that.”

“That’s good, considering you’ve been avoiding me.” Jimin provoked, sipping on his drink.

Ouch, that was a blow towards Taehyung.

“I-I’m sor—”

“Man, you’re fine. I’m not mad.” Jimin consoled. “But I do know what happened between you and my cousin.”

Fuck, Taehyung’s hands started sweating, feeling agitated. He knew he would have found out but didn’t think it was this soon. He needed to come up with an apology fast.

“Bro, you look like you’re about to vomit. It’s okay.” Jimin rubbed his friend’s back for comfort. “I’m still your best friend.” 

“How?”

“I care for her, but I care for you too. You never gave me a reason not to.” The shorter shrugged and smiled. “Even this. I’m on no one’s side.”

“Jimin, you’re too kind-hearted for your own good.” Taehyung sighed as he leaned into the wall.

“Not really.”

“What?”

“No, I didn’t say anything,” Jimin mumbled, acting confused.

Taehyung hummed. Feeling that their friendship was still okay, he wanted to ask some questions. “So, what did she tell you?”

“Well, other than you’ve been sleeping together,” He emphasized, making Taehyung blush shyly. “She wanted me to understand that what you both had shouldn’t affect our friendship. This is between you and her. I had to accept it before coming to you.”

“Was it hard for you…accepting it?”

“No,” His friend snorted. “I fucking missed you, bro. You know how hard it was not texting you? It was so hard.” He began fake crying and hitting him playfully. “I know you needed space, but I wanted my best friend.”

For the first time in the past days, a smile crept up on Taehyung. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just felt disappointed in myself, and I thought it was pointless even facing you after what I did to her.”

“I swear you both are the same idiot into two entities,” Jimin said under his breath.

“Did you say something?”

“No? Probably you’re hearing people around.”

“Anyway, I confronted Bini and didn’t realize she manipulated my thoughts to get her way,” Taehyung revealed. “Didn’t know she’s been actually doing that the entire time when we were in a relationship and was blaming myself for everything.”

Jimin frowned. He knew that his best friend was one of the most compassionate and tender-hearted people, but he was also susceptible and wanted to be accepted. Now Jimin was upset with himself for not knowing Bini was like that too.

“I’m sorry, Tae. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, well. Either way, ___ isn’t talking to me.” He sighed, missing you.

“She’ll come around. I promise you.”

“Have you met her?” Taehyung scoffed rhetorically.

“Point taken.” Jimin agreed, aware of how you function in society.

Taehyung wondered what you were doing, how you were feeling if you were doing okay. You weren’t but wanted you to tell his face. All he thought was you, day and night. You even disrupted him in his practice, which wasn’t a good sign, but he didn’t bother. He didn’t want to be with anyone else. He wanted you. 

“Holy fuck, who’s that?”

“I don’t know. Never saw her before.”

“I want her to ruin me.”

The murmurs of people flooded the room as they eyed a direction. Puzzled, Taehyung followed their attention yet still did not understand the commotion. “Uhh, is something happening?”

“Let’s get a closer look.” Jimin grinned, and Taehyung knew something was up. He squinted at him before following his friend to the front. The comments increased, and the stares were more prominent as they were going to some girl arriving. But once Taehyung had a closer look, he wanted to die right then and there.

He never saw you at parties. You always refused. But this…this was…okay, first of all, you were here. Second of all, you were nothing like yourself, and lastly, he hated how he was practically getting a boner because this wasn’t you. But he was a man and loved every bit of it.

You walked into the house, scanning the premises. You didn’t have your glasses, using those daily contacts you had just in case. Your hair was down compared to your usual updos. You decided to straighten your natural waves for some kind of change.

What you were wearing? Oh, bud. Let me tell you. You didn’t know why you had it, but Hoseok found a silver glittery-sequined mini dress with a halter neckline. The skirt line ended at the higher tops of your thigh. Your back was out and exposed, but illuminating silver straps hung similar to lights on a Christmas tree. It was a bit scandalous for you, but luckily your hair was long enough to cover the back. You wore black block heels and topped everything off with simple makeup that glowed underneath the dimmed lights of the party.

You weren’t one to show yourself like this, not really your style, but you were comfortable in your skin, so you knew how hot you were when you chose to.

As you walked it, you spotted some of the Football team. They scrutinized your appearance until one of their eyes dilated in shock. 

“President?” Namjoon’s jaw dropped, and the others looked at him in bewilderment.

“Hi, Joonie.” You smiled, and their hearts fluttered. Holy shit, it really was you. How come you looked like that?

“Oh my God, she said my name!” The tall man squealed, shaking his fists.

Now that you were revealed, you can hear everyone talking about the Goody-Two-Shoes president coming to a party and being the one true main character. You chuckled lightly at their comments since it was a temporary fix. By the time school comes back on Monday, you resorted to your normal self. 

Besides, you were your best friends, a happy Hoseok and a not-so-happy Yoongi. While both had different opinions on partying, they were mainly here to support you and care for you when the plan backfired. They also wanted to see the look on Taehyung’s face once he saw you, which they did, but you have yet to.

Taehyung looked absolutely demolished at the sight of you. He knew you were always beautiful, perfect even. But this was new to him, and he wanted to see it first-class with a backstage meet and greet. You were fucking hot, and it showed. 

But he didn’t like how others, particularly other men, stared at you. Their eyes were hungry and lustful, wanting to claim or get with you in any shape or form.

He didn’t want that to happen. You weren’t theirs, but you weren’t his either, which stabbed his heart.

“Did you know about this?” Taehyung raised the possibility.

“Maybe…” Jimin snickered. “It wasn’t my plan, though.”

“You do realize I’m hurt.”

“Hey, she’s hurt too! She can’t think properly.” The shorter one defended himself, to which Taehyung cursed.

People were greeting the trio; others unapologetically checking you out. You all reached the kitchen, grabbing a few drinks. You turned toward your friends with a frown and spoke, “Yoongi, this is a stupid idea.”

“But do you see Taehyung’s expression?” Yoongi gulped down some whiskey. You shook your head, not recalling spotting him. “He looked like he wanted to show everyone who you belonged to.“

“Really? He looked hopelessly in love.”

You blushed at their words, “I don’t know if any of that is true, guys.”

“___, the point of this was to get him jealous or react enough to do or say something.” Hoseok reminded you. You eyed your best friend, seeing him getting red from a sip of beer. “He looks like he’s longing. Maybe you talk to him today.”

“I don’t know if I want that.”

“Look, you’re here, and you went through with this plan. Deep down inside you, you want to see him. You want to talk to him. Accept it.” Yoongi reasoned back.

“You know I hate when you’re right.”

“Yes, but you love me.” Your shorter friend opened his arms, embracing in the gratification. Hoseok laughed, and you joined in on it too. 

“Now, to get him jealous, you should dance with that wild Kookie over there.” Hoseok pointed with his beer.

Your heads turned, taking a glimpse at the famous running back. Anyone could tell how drunk and loose Jungkook was. The man liked to have fun and had no care in the world, not even consequences, because it was never his fault.

You nodded before handing your drink to Yoongi. He finished it in one gulp as they watched you strut seductively to the running back. Everyone watched you, trailing towards him. Taehyung glared intently, seeing the questionable smile on you.

You were in Jungkook’s peripheral vision, and he noticed you immediately as he showed his award-winning smile. He motioned you to come hither and obliged. Your arms rested on each side of his shoulder, and he respectfully held your waist.

“Hey, Prez. Didn’t think you liked parties. You look good, by the way.” He greeted.

“Thanks, Jungkook. Just wanted to have some fun. It’s been a while.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right person.” He chuckled darkly, pulling you in. “You seemed down. I could tell in the meetings.”

“Just stress.”

He crooned, “That and maybe a certain someone?”

You cocked an eyebrow, “Wh—”

“Both of you are obvious.” He chortled, and you bit your lip, taking in the embarrassment. “It’s fine, but I think I can help.”

You didn’t say anything else, but he twirled you around until his chest pushed into your back. You felt his lips hovering over your ears, “Let’s see what he’ll do when he sees you like this. Trust me.”

You gasped softly before nodding. You felt his forehead rest at the crook of your neck as he then swayed both of your hips to the beat. You had no idea what you were doing. The alcohol hit wasn’t even there, so you were conscious through this.

Jungkook clowned your hardened body, then turned you back to face him. “You’re so awkward and shy; it’s actually pretty cute.” Though you didn’t really interact with him before, he was nice to be around. A little crazy for your liking, but nevertheless, entertaining. 

You let out a laugh, feeling your cheeks heating up, “Not used to it.”

“I can tell.” He smiled. “I see why Taehyung is fond of you.”

Your laughter died down once he brought him up. You tilted your head in wonder. “Wha—”

“Excuse me.” That cavernous voice interrupted our conversation. You couldn’t help but look up, finally meeting his eyes after so long. It had been a while since you acknowledged him, and once you did, you couldn’t stop. You wanted to indulge his whole being, his body, mind, and spirit.

That was Jungkook’s cue to release you. He blew a kiss to you before parting and going to the section to dance in. But his departure wasn’t as missed as you held your gaze at the Football captain. He looked upset, tired, yet yearned to be closer. You noticed him fiddling his fingers, suspecting what he wanted. Without speaking, you granted him the consent and nodded. He reached your hand, tugging you to follow as he walked elsewhere from the dance floor.

You didn’t know whose house you were in, and you clearly didn’t know what lay here, but here you were—upstairs in a room with the guy you loved.

He motioned you to sit on the bed while he stayed standing. You haven’t been alone with him since that day. Even after all that you’ve done, you couldn’t help but be shy around him. You were a bit scared that you weren’t going to control yourself if you kept staring. You only stared at your thighs.

“What were you doing?” He began.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t give me that.” He scoffed, spewing some of his anger at you. “Why are you here at a party? You never come, and now you’re here, dressed like this, and dancing with Jungkook.”

You rolled your eyes, raising your head, fixing your eyes forward and at the wall. “Why do you even care? I’m trying to have fun.”

“I know this isn’t your kind of fun.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yes, I do! I know so much!” He was baffled and your stubbornness. If things were good with each other, he would have bent you over and punished you. “I know you, ___. Please understand that at least.”

“Whatever…” Damn, he was trying so hard to control himself.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“You don’t have the right to call me that…” You spoke softly.

“___, please look at me.” He begged. His tone ached your heart. You finally agreed, shifting your attention, and saw how close he was to you. He was on his knees. Hesitant with a full heart, he extended his hand over to you and tried to intertwine your fingers together. You pulled away, restraining yourself. He sighed, “Why are you here? Please be honest.”

“Trying to make you jealous.” Okay, he didn’t know you were gonna be that honest. But his heart pulsated at the thought of you doing something to him.

“Wha—why?”

“To make you feel how I felt when I saw you with Bini.” You argued back cruelly.

“___, I’m so sorry.” He frowned at his past behavior. “I didn’t mean to, I promise.”

“Why’d you kiss her?” You wondered out loud the biggest question of all this. “You said no kissing, yet you kissed me. But you kissed Bini…in the lockers and at that party.”

His pupils bulged; he didn’t know you knew about the party, but given Jimin found out, it needed to be said. “I-I’m sorry. She manipulated me in the lockers. She pushed herself on me. I was scared and worried about…” He couldn’t finish the sentence of fear. “I was drunk at the party…”

“I know, but it still happened. You hurt me, Taehyung.” You couldn’t stop the tears falling down. He hated seeing you like this, and it was his fault.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He, too, was about to cry with his lips trembling with agony.

“Why did you kiss her?” You asked again, frustrated that he never answered you. “No kisses rule, right?”

He didn’t know how to phrase it, but it might make things better if he just said it. “I was thinking of you.”

Your irises enlarged, “What?”

“First, Bini always made the first move. When I kissed her, I only thought of you. I wanted to kiss you. I was just scared until I did it with her. I didn’t like it. I wanted you.” He sniffled as he looked into your eyes.

“Why were you scared?” You were still puzzled at his explanation.

“I…I don’t know how to explain it. It’s hard for me to process. But I don’t like Bini anymore.” He reasoned to the best of his ability. “I swear on my life that I go by that rule. Those times were a mistake, but kissing you was never a mistake.””

“How am I supposed to feel and do about that?”

“Please, I regret kissing her. I miss you so much. I want you, I-I need you! I—”

“Taehyung, stop. I can’t.” You shook your head, still feeling disappointed. You thought that he was still hiding something from you. Even if he apologized, you still don’t think that you’d finally be together after all this. It wasn’t going to work. “Maybe we should stop this, end off already. It’s better for us. We both knew it wasn’t gonna work.” You said right after you got up from the bed. You tried leaving the room, but he gripped your arm. He stood up from his knees.

“___, no, I can’t…I don’t want to. Please, I’ll do anything.” He shook his head like a child, afraid that you’ll leave. He didn’t want to give up on you.

“Don’t say that.” You tugged back your arm, but he was stronger than you. In fact, he jerked you over before kissing your lips. His lips moved, attempting to kiss him back. You tensed up but loosened as you remembered the solace state you used to be in his arms. He made you weak in the knees. You couldn’t resist the love you had for him.

He parted away but barely as you still felt him lingering on you. He gave another peck before revealing, “Please, please. I want you so badly. I-I-I love you. I’ve been loving you.”

He said he loved you.

But why did it still pain you when he said it? You were supposed to feel jubilance when he said those three words you’ve been dying to hear.

“I can’t love you. It hurts too much.” You cried, gently pushing him away. This time he doesn’t bother holding you. “If you loved me, you shouldn’t have hurt me, led me on for so long.”

“Baby, p—”

“Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to deal with you anymore.” You demanded. “There’s no hope.” You turned your back to him and left the room. You closed the door, resting your forehead on the wood. There you hear him sobbing his love out, his self crumbling down as time goes on.

Yet he wasn’t the only one. You let out the dam in you and ran away. You needed to find your friends and get out.

Taehyung never followed you in the end.

No Kisses | KTH Chapter IX: Kiss and Make Up

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter IX: Kiss and Make Up

The days leading up to Homecoming, you had never spoken to Taehyung since the party. But he doesn’t try anymore. He respected your request and just let it be. This time is better, and you acknowledged him when it was the meetings or when he’s around Jimin, but you don’t exchange any words. Everything that needed to be reported to Coach Bang or him, you asked Hoseok or Yoongi to do it, which they accepted after seeing your reddened, torn face.

Every night, you cried. You missed him so much, yet it was painful to be in his presence. You let yourself fall madly in love with him, knowing that you could never be together. It was only a fantasy, blinded by the hope that the love of your life did, in fact, love you back. Yes, he said he loved you, but you know the stinging feeling he gave you that you couldn’t get passed. Why was he scared? Why does he have that rule? There were still unanswered questions he refused to tell you and kept you in the dark. How could he love you if he didn’t open himself up?

You didn’t want that. You gave your whole self to him, exposing every part of you and letting him in. You don’t regret that, but it remained in your mind at all times.

You scanned your room, still the same, but the memories of him here revisited you at night. You hated that you wanted it, hoped that he’d come back. This was why you refused him to come here because it was the only thing you had left for yourself. He already consumed your entity, and integrating himself into your space made it harder to forget him.

You missed his touch. It stayed on like he implanted himself on your body. You missed his cuddles, you missed his smile, you missed everything about him. You missed him.

But you shouldn’t. You lived in two different parts, contrasting one another. Yet when combined, it created an array of colors bursting with ever-glowing love and electrified your souls into one.

Ugh, you shouldn’t think positively about it. Just be in pain. It’s easier to move on, even if you didn’t want to.

-

Through homecoming week, you were gratefully busy with everything to even see Taehyung. Sure, you met him and the team every day, but your mind was preoccupied with each event and wanted them to be perfect. So far, you were succeeding and excelling as expected.

The parade was over, which was a blessing because you couldn’t deal with the hot sun. Now it was the fair.

The university was filled with sponsors, caterers, and students gathering on the main lawn. You couldn’t really enjoy yourself as you bypassed everything to ensure that everyone was okay. You had your clipboard in your hand and checked tasks on your list.

“Prez, do you know where the admin is? One of the caterers, King’s Korean, wants to meet the dean on possible future events.” Lia, one of your council members, asked.

“Uhh, no. But give me their business card, and I’ll send it to them once I see Dean Kwon.” You responded, not taking your eyes off the clipboard. But you did look up to say, “Ask for their manager’s number, and Lia, you’re doing great work.” You grinned softly, making the younger smile back before leaving.

“Prez, come in. Over.” You heard your walkie-talkie go off, rolling your eyes. You unclipped it from your belt and pressed the button to say, “Hobi, you don’t fucking need to say over at the end.”

“Hey, how many times do we even use walkie-talkies in this day and age? Over.” Hoseok countered, not caring. “I’m just trying to live my dream with this. Over.”

“What do you want?” You let him slide and focused on what he needed.

“The football team needs help with their bento booth again. There’s a long line, and half of them are gone, preparing other things. Over.” He explained. “Do you think you can gather some of our members that aren’t in designated areas? Over.”

“Yeah, I found a bunch of them near the dunking booth. They’re trying to dunk to Seokjin since he’s ridiculing everyone who’s failing.” You pointed out.

“Got it. See you soon. Over.”

You walked towards the booth and asked your council members for their help. They all agreed, but not without Seokjin insulting them.

“Wow, you’re just gonna give up like that. What happened to never giving up until you succeed bullshit, you say during the council meetings?” Seokjin laughed as he was still dry as the desert.

“Jin, don’t be so mean. We’re trying to raise money and promote your team, not get complaints that you made children and grown men cry!” You scolded him.

“Miss President, this is simply reverse psychology. I’m getting everyone to try it out while seeing my handsome face. A hit to their ego will only fuel their rage to destroy, which they can’t.”

“Whatever, just don’t hurt people’s feelings.”

“No, everyone should be equal with that. Bet little Goody-Two-Shoes president can’t do anything right except opening her legs to our captain.” He mocked, making your jaw unlock. You assumed by now his closest friends knew what happened between you two, but fuck, he didn’t need to say it out loud for anyone to hear. Luckily, it wasn’t crowded, and you were the only person other than Namjoon who operated the booth.

You were still shy from hearing those things, so you ultimately blushed. You weren’t technically mad because he gave an apologetic expression, but he really did give you enough rage in destroying him. 

You pulled some cash out of your pocket and slammed it as well as your clipboard on the table. Without talking, you grabbed a single ball and stood in position. You stared blankly at the amused wide receiver with his arms crossed, waiting carelessly.

“Your ass is mine!” You yelled before throwing the ball to hit the target.

You missed.

Seokjin erupted a laugh so hard that the sound insulted you. “Damn, that was anti-climatic.”

Still annoyed by him, you gave no fucks at breaking the rules. You ran up to the target and pushed the button so hard that his whole body fell into the water. You swore you heard people around the booth cheer harder than in the past football games. He emerged to the surface and shook the water out of his hard before wiping his face.

“Yah, you can’t do that!”

“What do you mean, I just did?” You shrugged as you headed up to him. “Don’t be mean.”

“Ugh, fine.” He pouted, pushing his lower lips out. “Sorry about saying that, by the way. I forgot it’s still fresh in your minds until it came out.”

“It’s fine. Good coping skill, though.” You sighed. “Might use it once I’m over it.”

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Nothing, now shoo!” He wanted you to be gone. “You already embarrassed me.” You chuckled before grabbing your things and left. You were dillydallying for ten minutes. Now it was time to get back to work.

You had to oversee the next section. As you were walking, someone called out to you, assuming it was one of your members. You raised your head up to see someone who didn’t expect.

She wore her cheerleader uniform, and her hair was in a ponytail, holding a vanilla milkshake. She was dressed for the parade and for tonight’s championship. You couldn’t help but feel small. Though you were sleeping around with Taehyung, Bini was his first love, his girlfriend, his, something you never will be.

You focused on your clipboard and asked, “May I help you?”

“I came to talk.”

“I’m busy. I’m trying to manage a whole fair here.” You said as your eyes went back and forth from the tasks to the booths. You shifted your eyes onto the next stall, but the milkshake in her hand covered your vision. You inspected the tasty beverage before glancing at her.

“This is for you, a small apology, I guess.” She disclosed. Still, you were cautious but took it from her. She watched your movements, waiting for you to try it. You removed the wrapper to reveal the bamboo straw. You sucked on it until your taste buds met with the creamy goodness. You hummed in delight and nodded.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” You said after swallowing.

“Yes, I do. For kissing Tae—”

“Look, Bini. I’m tired and busy. I don’t want to hear it.” You breathed out. “My friends are trying to get me to talk, and I don’t want to think of it. I’m not even a part of his life anymore.”

“But Taehyung loves you!” She blurted out, observing your features for a reaction, yet your face remained.

“I know.”

“You know? Then how come?”

“He still hurt me, and he confuses me even he told me he loved me.” You explained as you walked up to a bench and sat. Bini did the same and waited for you to continue. “You’ve been with him. Was he always like this? A confusing fuck boy flirt??”

She opened her mouth to speak but closed it. She looked down at her lap and said, “No, I kinda pushed him towards that path.” You cocked an eyebrow, now puzzled by her. But before you could even ask, she stated, “I’m sure you heard from him or maybe Jimin, but I cheated on him, and he was crushed.” You were baffled. You didn’t know. No one told you, and you’re angered at the thought of Taehyung being cheated on. He doesn’t deserve that.

Still, you stayed silent and drank the milkshake. “Taehyung was nothing but sweet and gentle that you felt like you were in a fairytale, and he was your Prince Charming. I’m sure you’ve seen the way he acted when you were together.”

You recaptured all the memories. Not once was Taehyung ever cruel to you, apart from those instances. He did care, make sure you were okay and well. He made you eat since you forgot sometimes. He held you like there was no tomorrow.

“I do regret what I did. That’s why I want him back, why I kissed him. But he doesn’t want me anymore.” Sadness filled her demeanor. “I didn’t want to give up. But I saw how he looked at you. It was greater than anything I’ve seen. He’s hopelessly in love with you, and right now, he’s sad.”

You didn’t understand why she was talking to you. She wasn’t nice to you but clearly doesn’t care. You thought she hated you. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because if I can’t make Taehyung happy, I know someone like you can.” She finally reached your eyes. Though there was no light in them, there was a shine of optimism to her words.

You don’t comment on what she said, as it conflicted with your decision to stay away. Instead, you pondered, “Can I ask you some questions?” She hummed in response. “Why was he afraid of telling me that he loved me?”

“He didn’t think you’d love him back.” She exhaled. “I kind of put words into his brain to second guess himself. He was always like that. He likes to be reassured. Clearly, I didn’t do that.” She curled her lips. “I can tell you love him. The way you see him and blush too.”

“What are you, a mind reader? Why do you know so much about non-verbal communication?”

“I’m in school to become a counselor.”

You were taken aback by her career choice, but that was the least of your worries.

This was a new side of Taehyung you didn’t know about. He was always so confident and forward in front of everyone. He never showed signs of doubt and insecurities. You guessed that Bini only knew because she was with him. 

“Do you know why he doesn’t kiss? Why does he have a “no kissings” rule?”

“Kinda knew you were gonna ask that.” She smiled, and it almost looked authentic. “I do, but I think it’s best that Taehyung tells you, no?”

“It’s probably out of pocket.” You thought out loud.

“It’s actually pretty sweet.” She reassured. “I’m sorry for all that I did. I meant it in every way possible, but just make him happy again.” Bini stood up and took one more look at you before heading back to her team.

You stared at your melting milkshake, processing what she told you. Could you even trust her? You had no reason to do so. But she also had no reason to lie. Now she made you doubt your decisions. Did you do the right thing by ending your contact with him? Will you even feel better in the long run?

-

It was an hour before the games started when your council decided to drop by into the lockers to wish the team good luck. You made Hoseok take the lead on this one since you didn’t want to bring light on the tension between the two groups. You supposed everyone knew between you and Taehyung.

The attention should be on the Football team. They were making our alma mater proud. Whether they win or not, the team will go down in history. It was all because of their brotherhood and teamwork, their hard-working coach, and their respectable and caring captain.

While Hoseok was blabbing on like his usual extroverted self, you were in the back of your council, avoiding any eyes spotting you. But you could tell there was a certain pair of eyes gawking at you hopelessly. You didn’t restrain yourself as you met his stare. He said nothing but said everything.

His eyes pleaded for you and your love. He wanted you so much. The contact was so strong that you broke it to glance everywhere else but his way. Your efforts were weak for his love, but you couldn’t. Not yet, at least. He knew you felt the same way; your face said it all, but why were you stopping yourself?

He bit his lips harshly to avoid more tears from imploding out, blinking rapidly. He couldn’t cry. He shouldn’t. He should be happy that the championships have finally arrived. The wait was over; they’ll be making history in under an hour.

He just wished he’d do this with you by his side.

The game was in the second quarter with only five minutes left, and the team was losing by seven points. The team seemed to do their best but had to call time-out twice. Their starring Quarterback, Taehyung, wasn’t doing so well. He fumbled with the ball three times and got tackled twice.

Coach Bang called time-out again and urged Taehyung to go to him. You watched as Taehyung took his helmet off and threw it on the ground while Coach Bang said something that was not in his favor. You saw the coach shake his head and pat Taehyung’s back before Taehyung jogged off the field and elsewhere. Someone else replaced him for the time being.

By the time the quarter ended, our side finally scored a point with Jungkook running through the defense and reaching the goal. It was now half-time, which was a performance by our band and cheerleading team. It was a little disappointing that your school was losing, but there was still time to get back up.

But then again, the captain wasn’t playing his best, leaving the team struggling to pick up after him. Taehyung still wasn’t back for half-time as the team huddled together to discuss the next steps. 

“Damn, these little tweaky tweaks are beating our asses.” Yoongi, the most passionate about sports among your trio, groaned in frustration.

“Be respectful. They’re called blue jays.” Hoseok scolded as he sipped on his hot chocolate. “But yes, I have to agree that our team isn’t doing so well. This is probably the worst performance this season.”

“Don’t know much about football. I’m just supporting.” You replied, chewing on your kettle corn.

“How about you support the team by telling our quarterback you love him back?” Yoongi spat with rage.

You rolled your eyes and huffed, “It’s not related to this.”

“Really? You’re really gonna say that?” Hoseok laughed like it was the funniest thing you ever said. “Our team isn’t doing well because of one specific person who happened to be the captain, quarterback, and also the guy you were with? And you’re saying that it isn’t related?”

“___, for someone so smart, you’re pretty fucking stupid.” Yoongi snickered.

You were about to tell him off until you heard Jimin calling you from the field. Your head turned to the team, who motioned you to come to the field.

“What do they want?” You muttered under your breath.

“Oh, you in trouble!!” Your best friends sang, causing you to give a dirty look. 

You handed Yoongi your popcorn as you stood up. You walked down the bleachers, heading through the track. You noticed some of the cheerleaders, particularly Bini, gaping at you. You reached the large burly men in their uniforms. 

“May I help you, gentlemen?”

“Yes, you can help us by talking to our damn lovesick captain in the locker rooms.” Namjoon spewed out.

“Wha—Fuck that.” You were bewildered by their request. 

“___…” Jimin pulled you to the side, having a more private conversation. But it didn’t seem as private since the rest of the team scrutinized you like hawks. “Can you please talk to Taehyung already?”

“Why? You know it’s over. There’s nothing between us anymore. I don’t want to. I can’t.”

“___, please. You both love each other. There’s no point in restraining yourselves.”

“But he hurt me.”

“I saw you talking to Bini earlier today.” He began. “You probably know now what truly happened. You’re hurt, but he’s hurting too. He still thinks you don’t love him. Hell, he confessed to you, and you didn’t say it back.” You folded your arms, biting your lips, still not entirely convinced. “He deserves to at least know how you feel. You both deserve that.”

“Jimin, there’s no—”

“Shut up! I love and care for both of you, but he looks more devastated than you. At least you have the skill of hiding it, but Taehyung has been looking like a fucking mess.”

“You want me to be more depressed than him?”

“No, you idiot! You know what, you’re both fucking idiots. You liked each other for so long, and you’re giving up after all that you’ve done! Fucking make up or something! Love each other or don’t, but clearly, you can’t do the latter.” Jimin lost his temper, and this was the first time he actually took it out on you.

You grimaced in misery as you dwelled at his words, knowing he was right. They were all right. You were too stubborn to let go and get back to him. You finally got into your brain how important he was to you and you were to him. You weren’t as upset about him hurting you. You were more bothered by the fact that he wasn’t by your side, holding you, comforting you, kissing you, making your days brighter.

You missed him so much, and you needed him to be happy.

“I like to point out that we also wanna win the championship, and we can’t have our captain sad,” Jimin added on, pointing back at the team, who nodded like children. 

You blinked at your cousin, “Of course, this is for your selfish needs.”

“Hey, we all need to be a little selfish to get what we want.” He smiled wickedly. The saying reminded you of something similar that Taehyung said. “You should too. Even after all that, you still want him. You’re just thinking with your mind, your dumb logical mind.”

“You know you don’t need to be rude.”

“Think with your heart for once.” He patted your head. “Taehyung will take care of you and won’t hurt you from here on. I know that. He just needs reassurance from time to time.”

You groaned out as you covered your glasses and eyes with your palms. “Fine, I’ll talk to him.” You turned away and headed towards the locker rooms. Once you were going into the path, Jimin cheered in glee, causing a chain reaction because the football team roared. You looked back and saw them dancing like maniacs. From afar view, Yoongi and Hoseok clapped too. Yoongi grabbed one of the microphones and screamed out, “LET’S GO, ___!!!!”

You guessed it helped your nerves down, but you still weren’t confident in what you were about to say and do once you met with him. It was all or nothing now.

Meanwhile, minutes into half-time, Taehyung wept defeatedly; he cried about his performance, the championship probably going into shamble. Most importantly, he lost you forever, and it stung so badly that he couldn’t concentrate on anything except you.

All he ever did was fuck everything up for himself.

“Tae…” He heard the soft sound of the person he loved the most. His bloodshot eyes found you willingly in front of him. He didn’t expect you to be here, but he doesn’t question your presence.

“___, wh-what are you doing here?” He wiped his tears and his stuffed nose with the back of his hand, trying his best to make it look like he wasn’t crying like a little bitch.

“I came to check up on you.” Though everyone talked you into it, you were genuinely concerned with him.

He couldn’t hold your staring, so he shifted to his lap. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Then why are you asking?”

“Because I care about you.”

“Really?” He doubted, not believing your words. “Doesn’t feel like it when you’re ignoring me.”

“Well, you ignored me too.”

“Because you told me to! I love you enough to respect you!” He cried out. It shattered him. Saying how he loved you when you didn’t reciprocate it back broke him every time. “Look, I understand you don’t want me, so I don’t know why you came here, knowing damn well you said you didn’t want to deal with me. If you wanna make fun of me, just leave right now!”

“Taehyung, I’m confused as you are. I—” You paused, closing your eyes. You collected your feelings and thoughts to say them into sentences. You opened them back and said, “I haven’t been honest with you or myself. Things happened between us. Some bad, mostly good, though.” You explained, stepping closer to him. He wasn’t looking at you, and you wanted him to. “Yes, I was hurt. I was annoyed at what you did to me, but it fucking sucks knowing that I don’t have you in my life anymore.” Your voice cracked as you felt your face getting hot. A sheen of water glossed your eyes as he finally saw you in all your beauty and perfection. You moved closer with your hands intertwined at your back, afraid of going further to him. He watched your every move with his puppy-like expression, waiting for you to speak. 

“I miss your cocky attitude, your insults, your teasing, your smile, your pretty eyes, your care, lovable personality…your big dick…” You gazed down shamefully. You surprised yourself on that one as you got nervous saying it. Taehyung was speechless with that out-of-pocket statement. You were always so shy saying those things outside of sexual activity, and at the wrong place and time, his dick twitched a little. “The point is I miss you, and I’m sorry for also hurting you by not saying I love you back because I do love you.”

“You love me?” He rasped from his crying voice, but in awe at what you said. You timidly nodded as you stared at your shoes.

He stood up from the bench to stand in front of your form. His football gear made him larger than he already was, making you smaller than you already were. With his two fingers, he tugged your chin, forcing you to look up at him. It’s been a while since you’ve been this close to him but remembered how entranced his eyes trapped your whole self. He bent down with the tips of your nose touching.

“Say it again, princess. I wanna hear your words.” He whispered, slowly reverting to the Taehyung you knew and loved.

“I love you, Kim Taehyung. You’re annoying, and I’m sorry for ignoring you.” You circled your arms around his neck. 

He giggled at your confession. He rested his palms on your waist, rubbing little circles. “I love you too, ___ ___. You’re immensely stubborn and should get punished all the time for it, but I’m sorry for hurting you. I promise not to hurt you again.”

Then your lips molded perfectly together like you were made for each other. You moved in sync, wanting to taste one another after so long. You finally had each other, and you never wanted to let go. You separated your lips, but Taehyung couldn’t help but repeatedly kiss your nose and forehead.

“You know we still have a lot to talk about, right?” You laughed at his endearing neediness. 

“Yes, we do.” He rested his head on your shoulder, taking in your addicting scent. “But as long as I get to be with you, I don’t give a fuck about what we talk about. Punish me for all I care, baby.”

“Tae, no! That’s not what I had in mind.” You couldn’t stop smiling, but you had to push away from him, causing him to whine at the loss of your touch. ”As much as I want you right now, I was also sent here because you have a game to win.”

“Ugh, I have you already. Can’t I just not? “He stomped his feet on the ground. You were incredulous at what you were seeing.

“You have a whole team asking me to make you feel better. Come on, you’ve worked hard for this. Don’t let it go down the drain.” You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers. “I believe in you, and maybe, if you win, you might get a reward.”

“Reward, you say? Is it something that I’m thinking about right now?” He smirked before licking his lips. You would have probably seen his hardened dick if his cup wasn’t there.

“I can’t say it because we’ll never leave before half-time’s over.” You had a speck of fear, knowing how much he enjoyed being somewhat of an exhibitionist. “But trust me, you’re going to love it.” You kissed his cheek and smiled happily.

“Then I’ll fucking demolished those bitches.” He pumped a fist in the air before snapping his fingers at an idea. He quickly opened his locker, pulled out his varsity jacket, and gave it to you. “Wear this, baby. A sign for good luck.”

You nodded before throwing it on. You basically drowned it in, but it was still a perfect fit in your mind. You both left the lockers hand in hand, going back to the field. There were still five minutes left, enough for Taehyung to catch up.

As you were walking up, you were snatched back, almost falling. But you landed in his arms as he gave you a big unexpected kiss. After doing so, he pulled you back to your feet, and you were stumped at the sudden action.

“Another sign of good luck. We really need it, princess.”

It seemed the air got lighter as the football team—including Coach Bang—crowded together and screamed like fangirls as they saw you not only holding hands, but you wore his jacket and beamed in their direction.

“They look more excited than us.”

“Perhaps, but I guess you can say they’ve been waiting for it to happen.” He shrugged. “Baby, I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?” He smooched another on your cheeks, making squeaking noises and slobber you slapped him. 

“Get away!” You wiped his drool off of you. He lets out a chuckle before jogging to his team. “Good luck. I love you!”

He turned back with his boxy smile. “I love you too!”

-

Surprise, surprise! They won by a landslide. When Taehyung ran into the opponent’s end zone, landing the final point, the crowd cheered in victory. He held the ball with pride, raising it in the air. He stayed still, drinking in the achievement that will go down in history. He looked back at his team holding each other in happiness, then Jimin ran up to give him the biggest hug of his life.

“Bro, we fucking did it!” Jimin smacked his shoulder pads in excitement.

Taehyung then scanned the crowd, easily spotting your gleeful self in his jacket. Hoseok was dancing and rotating his hips while Yoongi yelled, exposing his gummy smile.

The game was over, the season was over, and the trophy was theirs. But now, all he wanted to was be by your side and kiss you.

He removed his helmet and threw it at Jimin without warning. Jimin fumbled with it before securing it in his hands. He wanted to yell at his best friend but saw already lost his attention once he saw him running up to you.

Jimin smiled, pleased with the results and proud to see his loved ones happy again.

Taehyung jumped over the fence and went up the bleachers. Your eyes never left his until he stood mere meters away.

“Good job, Quarterback.” You congratulated, going up to him for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing your body tightly.

“Why, thank you, Miss President.” He said. “While I do want my reward now, first, can I get a kiss to show everyone how much I love you?”

You rested your forehead on his and answered, “Yes, you can. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You closed the gap between you and kissed him proudly. At last, he was finally yours, and you were finally his.

“Gross,” Yoongi spoke, earning a nudge from Hoseok, who cooed at your moment. Though he was fouled at the sight, he also awed at you.

It was so cute 😭😭 thank you

No Kisses | KTH Epilogue: No Kisses

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Epilogue: No Kisses

After the celebratory party—there were so many fucking parties—Taehyung needed you immediately. You could barely unlock your apartment without his lips attacking your neck and his hands massaging your breasts over your blouse. You finally entered your home before Taehyung kicked it closed.

“Princess, I need you so badly.” He muffled into your skin, licking your neck. A hand moved south, cupping your clothed cunt underneath your skirt. “Ahh, I miss my kitty.”

“Tae! At least let’s reach the bedroom first!” You begged. He cradled you in bridal style without missing a breath and went down your hallway. You had your arms around him and kissed him sweetly even if you knew he would ruin you soon.

He laid you down on your mattress, then hovered over you. “I love you so much, you know that, right?”

“Yes, I love you too.”

He leaned down to kiss you as he unbuttoned your blouse. He pushed it off you before getting to your bra, freeing your supple breasts he loved so much. “Fuck, I miss you. Can’t wait for everything.” He was about to go for your skirt, but you stopped him. He looked puzzled, wondering what was wrong.

“Let me give you your reward.” You smiled innocently, but he knew your actions weren’t anything like that. You rolled your bodies over, you were now on top, straddling, and he was under you, captivated by how ravishing you were.

Slowly, you unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his honey skin torso that was absolutely appetizing. Your fingers ran down his chest until you met his buckle. You took your time unbuckling his belt, carefully pulling it out.

“Baby, please.” He begged.

“Tae, you’re doing so well. Let me take care of you for once.” His belt slid off his waist. You didn’t want to waste any more time, so you unzipped his pants down, resting them on his shins.

You domed over his protruding cock, rubbing him from over his restraining boxers. You watched his face contort in pleasure with his eyes closed, pushing his hips into your touch. You spotted a small stain of his arousal, dampening the more you were cupping him. 

“Baby, enough teasing.” He breathed out.

“Not fun when you’re on the other side, huh?” You smirked playfully before your hand trailed onto the band of his boxers.

“Shut your mouth before I do it for you.”

Your submission peeked through your plan, reaching his eyes with your glowing bright ones. You couldn’t help but nod slightly, commanding his demand. You pulled his boxers down, revealing his giant glory. His dick bounced back, slapping the top of his stomach. God, you missed him.

The mushroom top leaked pearls of pre-cum as your mouth dropped with a bit of drool, wanting to taste him again. With a steady hand, you grabbed the length and tested yourself by giving a kitten lick to the head.

He hissed above you, throwing his head onto the pillow. “Baby, will you be okay?” He asked, given you always struggled with oral. 

“I’ll be okay, daddy. I promise!” You smiled cutely and nodded. He looked at you with so much love as you shifted yourself lower to wrap your lips around him.

Your tongue poked out, licking more of him and touching the vein before he let out a curse. You moan in satisfaction before suckling on him lightly. You pushed down, taking in his cock until he hit the back of your throat. Your palms stayed by the sides of his hips. You gulped, and it caused a loud moan from him.

You remembered to breathe with your nose as you began your pace. You bobbed your head, consuming his thickness into your mouth. Your gagging and sucking noises were overpowered by his writhing, his sounds making you drip down your inner thigh. His long fingers touched your hair, pulling it into a ponytail so that he could see your flushed face.

With a filled mouth, you raised your eyes to his fucked out ones. He looked so hot, and so yours. You gulped again, making him curse again. Your pace quickened, wanting to have his cum in your mouth, but he pulled you back.

A string of slobber connected from his wet cock and your reddened lips before breaking. His thumb grazed your cheeks, then patiently towards your mouth. Your tongue rushed to his thumb to suckle on him as your eyes stayed focused on him.

“Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” He grumbled.

Letting out a popping sound, you released from him. You got up and bent towards his face. You pecked his lips before saying, “You deserve all of me, we deserve each other.”

“I love you.” He showered your face with kisses.

“I love you too.” You giggled, ticklish to the sensation.

He gripped your hips closer to his swollen dick until his head propped between your folds. “I want you now. I want to be inside of you.”

You say nothing but position yourself over him as you keep your eye contact. Your hands laid on his torso for stability. Without breaking, you lowered yourself. Your lips quaked while squinting your eyes, feeling the damn good stretch to your walls. Once you felt his tip buried deep into you, you released an exhale.

“Are you okay, my love?” He asked with all the love he had for you.

Finally adjusting, you hummed, “I’m fine, it’s…just been a while.” He chuckled at your comment, yet his dick twitched inside you. He was still too big for you.

“Don’t push yourself, okay?” He asked once more.

For the first time, you finally acknowledged that you made love through the night. Your sweating skins rubbed against each other, holding onto one another like glue, unwilling to let go. The lustful adoration of moans echoed around your apartment, showing off your confessions. Gentle sayings and kissing of I love you’s were exchanged with the blissful highs you gave.

But once he flipped you onto your back, the purple hues of hickeys, the pink stains of fingerprints, and the red streaks of scratching on the skin were visible everywhere. Moans turned into squealing and screaming. Endearing proclamations turned into dirty, harsh begging and degradations.

It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got rough with you. The type of roughness you enjoyed and loved so much.

When you squirted, he snickered devilishly at your gargling mess. “Oh, how much I missed my little squirt.”

By the end of it all, you cuddled together when the sun said hello. The morning shine came through your window as you both laid silent, wrapped around new bedsheets. Your body heat warmed your naked bodies.

“Tae?” You muffled into his silk torso. Though staying up, you weren’t as tired. You adjusted your head to rest your chin on his pecs. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn’t asleep.

“Yes, baby?” He grunted immediately, opening his eyes to see you. Stretching his arms before circling them back on you.

“You never did tell me why you made a “no kissing” rule. Jimin didn’t even know.” You mentioned. It had been at the top of your mind since the day you heard about it. Even after you slept with him, the answer remained unknown. “I know Bini knows.“

“I know you spoke with her. Jimin told me.” He sighed, tightening his hold. “But yes, she does but that was only because it applied to her long ago.”

You nodded, waiting curiously if he would tell you the truth about his rule. He knew you were going to ask sooner or later. He saw it in you every time he told you to not kiss him or when he pulled back. 

“It’s stupid, really. It was made long ago when I was little but it stood out to me.” He scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously at his reply. “When I was younger, I’d see my parents kiss like all the time and they kissed me! It would be traumatizing but I was always curious so I ask why.” You smiled at the idea of little Taehyung. “My dad told me you only kiss the ones you love because kissing is special. It means you really love them. It’s embarrassing to say out loud. I still don’t have the heart to even tell Jimin or others. “

You cooed and pouted, your heart twisting in loving ache. You didn’t expect the reasoning behind his “no kissing” rule held so much meaning and innocence. It was a side of Taehyung you never saw until you saw him shine at his answer.

“It’s not embarrassing. Kissing means a lot to you and it holds a lot of affection and intimacy for you, seeing as your parents did it to each other and you growing up.”

“Still, I don’t like telling people.” He shrugged before sniffing the top of your head. “It defeats the purpose if people find out. I like to keep to myself and those I truly love in that way.”

“So with Bini?” You never asked him these questions before. Now that you were with him, the boundaries were all gone. “Wait, was there someone else before her that you kissed? I mean, like, your virginity and stuff? Did you lose it with her?”

“You’re a curious little one with all these questions.” He laughed, shaking his head. “She was my first love and kiss, but not the first girl I was with.”

“Wait—”

“Yes, my first kiss was with her despite losing my virginity at 16.” He responded before you could say your next question—which was that. “I did love Bini but she cheated on me. She didn’t love the way I loved. “

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” You frowned, not really knowing what to do with that sad information.

“It’s okay. The only thing it did was make me even pickier of who I kiss.” He reassured, caressing your hair and playing with the strands. “I was still your lovable man whore after that.” You rolled your eyes before snorting at his comment. “I didn’t mean it when I said “no kisses” to you because I loved you for so long. Saying it was more for me because I didn’t think you’d like me. I didn’t want you to think so into it, analyzing everything which you do, so I tried my best to keep a boundary.” He clarified the past instances and your characteristic, making you slap his chest. “Dear God, how badly I wanted to kiss you all those times.”

“I swear on my life that when I kissed Bini was a mistake and when I did it, I only thought of you. She just confused me with my feelings, saying you didn’t love me back.“ He apologized once again. “I love you so much. If I could, I would change the past.”

“I’m sorry again too.” You said. “I’m sorry for not listening to you. I was scared and heartbroken when you kissed her.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s in the past now.” He grinned as he sat up, leaning into your headboard. “I have you, I love you now.” You followed him and sat on his bare thighs.

“Jimin also said you had a crush on me? When we first met?” You voiced out.

He snorted, knowing you already knew. “Who wouldn’t have a crush on his best friend’s cousin? Jimin also mentioned you had a crush on me.”

“He did?? I’m gonna kill him.”

“Yeah, but that was a long time ago, though. I thought it died down once I annoyed you.” He specified as he stared at you, recalling the memory of your first meeting. “You were so cute…but you seemed super uptight, so I played with you. Just wanting to see how angry you got because you’re so adorable.”

“You’re getting punished for that.” You glared at him before pushing your signature pout.

“I don’t care. Punish me all you want. Just kiss me at the end of it all.” He muttered nonchalantly at your annoyance.

“So there’s “no kissing” rule anymore?” You wondered, holding no doubts.

“There’s still a rule, but instead of no kissing, you have to kiss me all the time.” He redacted, pecking your nose. “Which reminds me: kiss me, princess.” You smiled at him. You were hopelessly in love with the man. Through the tribulations and weird time frame, you guessed, you can say it was all worth it. He loved you back with all his might. Just the way you liked it.

So you kissed him with all your heart. Just the way he liked it.

A/N: Thank you for reaching the ending! It was a long journey but hope you enjoyed it all! I don't know how Tumblr works! So my formatting is probably off LOL