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Creep - Two ft. KTH (m)

Pairing:Taehyung x fem reader

Summary: Taehyung hasn’t seen you in days since your last sexual encounter. He needs to see you. Read part one of the Creep series - here.

Word count: 9.2k

Rating: 18+

Genre: DILF!AU -- Smut really and kinda yandere if you squint

Warnings: Stalker vibes, social media stalking, invasion of privacy, therapy, alcohol consumption, panty sniffing, exhibitionism, voyeur tendencies, protected sex, fem. oral receiving, juices, reader is a flirt flirt, knives, foot fetish, fingering. Lots of cursing because that’s my style. Spicy honey.

A/N: Thank you for everyone who has given the story so much love. I'm glad so many people like my perverted Taehyung. Special thanks to my hype people! @ignorethissign8 @sabrinareadsbts @scribblemetae @bangtansjonas

“Hello Taehyung. So nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Park.” The shaggy dark hair man announces as he enters the room and takes his hand, gripping it warmly but not too tight.

“Nice to meet you doctor,” Taehyung responds, his eyes flitting to the doctor’s gentle eyes and then to the texture of his pants, they look like velvet.

“We can drop the formalities if you like? You can just call me Jimin,” the doctor shares as he backs away from him and settles into a leather chair inches away from the couch Taehyung has been anxiously squirming in for ten minutes.

“Ahh, sure. Thanks.” Taehyung buffers out as he watches Dr. Park puts down a memo book and fiddles with a tape recorder.

“I hope you don’t mind. I find writing notes too distracting and recording on phones makes people feel strange. But is it okay if I record our sessions?” Dr. Park pauses as he looks over at him, holding the device toward him.

“I will not share it with any one and really it’s just for my notes. As we go along I will listen to them to better serve you. But if you’re against it I can take written notes,” the doctor continues, nodding to a small tan mole-skin book that’s placed by the chair.

Taehyung jiggles his foot, it's a nervous habit, a soothing mechanism. He was out of his comfort zone. He was finally about to talk about you and he talked with no one about you. Not even his best friends.

You were like a dirty little secret he carried around.

He looks at Dr. Park’s eyes. They're warm and brown. And kind. He thinks he can trust the doctor. Tell him about you and how you are scratching at his morals.

“It’s fine, you can record.” Taehyung agrees as he scratches the stubble under his lip before he settles deeper into the gray tweed cushions.

Jimin returns his smile with one of his own, his eyes sparkling as he stares at Taehyung.

“What brings you here today Taehyung?”

Taehyung looks at Jimin, takes in his wrinkle free pressed cyan blue shirt. His hair is black and perfectly styled,the back longer than the front.

His lips are so pink Taehyung can't help but wonder if he uses something to get them that shade. Wonders if the pretty man likes to suck dick. His lips look like they were made for it.

Dr. Park doesn't say anything, his smile stays fixed on his face as he watches Taehyung examine him. They look the same age. Taehyung finds comfort in it.

"I got divorced over a year ago."

Saying those words out loud sits heavy for him. He hasn't said it out loud for awhile. He looks down at his pants and picks up a piece of lint. He flicks it onto the floor.

"I separated from my wife a year before that. We have three beautiful kids together." Taehyung takes a deep breath

"But that's not why I'm here." The doctor doesn’t say anything, he prompts Taehyung to continue by tilting his head toward him.

"So I'm divorced and things are just different." He blurts out as his eyes move from the floor to the mahogany wood under the chair next to the doctor's feet.

Dr. Park is wearing brown shoes that match wooden floors and Taehyung likes them. He doesn't know why the doctor isn’t talking, but he feels the need to fill the space.

"I mean, I’m different." Taehyung shrugs and he moves his eyes up until he finds the doctor’s gaze. The focus is clear. His pupils are pinpricks and tuned into him.

Dr. Park uncrosses and recrosses his legs, his finger is pushing against his lip. Before he removes it, his head tilts again as if he’s trying to hear Taehyung better.

"Different how, Mr. Kim?"

"Taehyung. You can call me Taehyung," he replies first, thumbs dribbling on the couch armrest and cushion. He feels his muscles in his body tightening.

"I'm doing weird things. Like things I would consider weird a year ago."

"Well that makes sense, Taehyung. A divorce is huge, it brings many changes to one’s life. You were married for how long," the doctor ponders as open his notebook, scans it with his eyes. "Ten years?"

Taehyung nods once, his teeth are clenched, he takes another breath to try and relax.

He was married to Sunmi for ten years, the first seven were great. Better than great, it was fantastic. Thought they would be married forever during that time.

"It makes sense for changes to feel weird Taehyung. You're adjusting to a new normal. Things will feel weird."

Dr. Park leans forward as Taehyung's eyes shift to his own knees. "It doesn't feel weird doing it, it feels good. But it's..what I'm doing is creepy."

The doctor is quiet. Taehyung can hear him breathing and can see his feet tap in his peripheral vision.

"Do you want to talk about it? The weird things?"

"Yes" Taehyung says without hesitation, his hands coming between his spread thighs, fingering lacing together tightly. He can feel his pulse in them.

His divorce is a divorce. Many have had one. Or two or three. It has been painful. But he figures time will make it easier. He loves Sunmi because he’s the mother of his children, but he’s no longer in love with her. He's just not over her cheating.

He came to see the doctor because he was doing things concerning Y/N that makes him feel good but makes him feel so bad.

Dr. Park nods and his finger traces his bottom lip. “Well let's talk about it,” he shrugs nonchalantly and leans back into his chair comfortably.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, hoping it will help organize his thoughts.

“I’m spying on my neighbor.” Taehyung looks up at the doctor, “A woman.”

“Spying how?”

Taehyung winces as he thinks about all of the things he has done over the past few weeks. Being on the condo association board had it perks. He knew your name, where you worked from the association roster. Scrolls through your social media at least once a day, just to see what you have been up to. You don’t post much. Usually just coffee and tea orders.

“Through her windows.”

The silence fills the sits heavy and thick in the room. The doctor is not tapping his foot anymore. Taehyung shifts in his seat and begins to feel his skin crawl with each second of quiet that continues.

“I watch her.”

Taehyung lets out a rushed exhale and struggles to swallow. His mouth is dry.

“Let me get you some water,” the doctor says, standing up promptly and striding to a small silver cooler in the corner. He grabs a bottled water and offers it to Taehyung within seconds.

"Thanks," Taehyung whispers out after he takes a sip. His hand holding the bottle is trembling. He pulls his eyes from the white space on the wall between two abstract paintings and dares to look at the doctor. Needs to see his reaction before he says anything else.

“Why do you watch her, Taehyung?” Hearing his name brings him back and he snaps his eyes toward the man across from him.

The doctor’s face is no longer smiling, but his eyes are fixed on him. Notices when Taehyung’s hand trembles as he lowers the bottle between his thighs and lets the bottom rest on the couch.

“I like her.”

He wants to avoid the doctor’s pointed stare so he decides to take notice of the red, black and gray geometric shapes on the rug, under his feet.

"Okay,” Jimin says and then he says nothing. Taehyung needs to look at him again. See if the doctor is looking at him like he’s a pervert. And when he does,his face is blank, like maybe the therapist is watching a familiar show on television.

“Okay Taehyung but why do you watch? You used the word things. Weird things you have been doing. Looking through her windows is a thing is that all you do?”

He’ll tell the doctor about the used panties, but thinks it best to keep the part about jerking in the common area bushes for his own information.

“She dropped some panties while walking to the laundry facility. I smelled them and jerked off.”

Taehyung's knee is bouncing rapidly. His wrists are stuffed under his armpits and his thighs are squeezing the water bottle. He feels like he's confessing his sins and it's making him sweat. He wants to leave.

Taehyung takes a deep breath as thoughts flood his brain. So many fucking things make it weird. Makes it creepy. Is he really about to pay someone $75 to tell him he’s fucking weird?

His eyes focus on the door and he’s thinking about how many steps he would need to make it to the knob.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Taehyung. Your actions are concerning.” he hears the doctor say lightly.

Five steps. It would take him about five steps to make it to the door.

“I know it’s a concern. But the thing is she’s toying with me or something though.”

“Why do you say that?” Taehyung hears Dr. Park shift back into his seat.

“She flirts with me,” Taehyung sees all the imagery of you flashing through his mind as he shares with the doctor. “Like she says these things that are so suggestive. We’ve kissed. She’s given me a blowjob.”

He looks over at the doctor. “But then after the blowjob, I haven’t seen her. Her blinds have been closed, condo dark. I usually bump into her once or twice a week.”

“And how does it make you feel? Not seeing her?” Dr. Park asks as he raises his eyebrow at him.

“Abandoned.”

Your lights are on. And your blinds are open. Taehyung’s eyes focus on the small cardboard box that has been sitting on his kitchen counter for four days. It was delivered to him, but it has your name on the front.

He thought about leaving it on your welcome mat. It isn’t really that welcoming because it does have a big yellow happy face, but the words underneath simply say “Fuck Off” in script.

And with a mat like that, he was worried that someone would take it. So he brought it in for safekeeping. Also watered that rosemary you keep by your door. It looked thirsty.

He intended to leave it unopened. He really did. But after two days and not one light on inside you condo, his curiosity got the best of him. He would reason that he didn't realize it was yours until he opened it.

Taehyung should have not opened it. Inside the box was a set of blue underwear that reminded me of a crystal clear pool on a hot summer’s day. The fabric was so thin he wondered how it would do the job that underwear was supposed to do, cover you.

As the temptation to peek inside began to rise in him again, Taehyung picks up the box and marches to his front door and swings it open impatiently. Taking a deep breath, he made his way to your door, hesitating a moment before he knocked lightly.

Dr. Park is in his head. At the end of the session, encouraged Taehyung to give you some space and privacy. But he doesn’t know the doctor and the doctor doesn’t know him yet to give him advice. Also, he was just being a good neighbor, returning a package to you.

He waits for a minute and then two before he knocks again. This time louder.

“Where’s the fire?” you ask as you swing the door open fastly, eyes wide, chest heaving.

“Y/N, hey,” Taehyung can feel a smile taking over his face and he tries his best to bite it back.

“Sorry, I knocked earlier. I just,” he states as he looks down at the box he’s holding.

“I got one of your packages by mistake.” He holds the box out to you. His moves feel so robotic.

“Oh thank heaven, I thought someone stole it when I was out of town,” you sigh, taking it carefully out his hand and inspecting it.

“I-I opened it before I knew it wasn’t for me. I was expecting a package,” he lies as his eyes search your face. He hoped your fingertips would at least grace the skin on his hand when you grabbed the box. They did not.

You reach into the box and pull out the bra, dangling it centimeters from his face. “The color would look good on you, but definitely too small,” you smirk as you throw the bra back into the box and then toss the package off to the side without looking.

Taehyung’s ears feel like they're on fire. Why do you work him up so much? And although he gets flustered by you, he is not ready for the conversation to end because the last time he actually saw you, you were on your knees for him and his dick was in your throat.

“Out of town huh? Do anything fun?” Taehyung asks as he runs his sweaty palms through his hair.

“Pfft, I wish-” you cross your arms and lean on the doorframe. He notices that the action pushes your tits up and when he catches himself staring, he quickly averts his eyes inside your place. There's a blue suitcase on the floor, next to the broom. That fucking broom.

And a new achievement unlocked. Blue has to be one of your favorite colors. That dress you wear to do laundry in is blue.

“-Was out of town for work. And I’m alarmed at the amount of fast food I ate. I haven’t had a decent meal in five days.

“I can make you a decent meal,” the words coming out of his mouth before his brain is registering what he’s saying.

Your eyebrows raise instantly. Why do you look taken aback? You sucked his dick days ago. Maybe you regretted it?

“You wanna cook for me?” You ask, leaning the side of your head against the doorframe.

“I mea-”

“When?” you ask, cutting him off and Taehyung has to close his mouth before he opens it again. He’s off tomorrow and then works the next few nights, picks up his kids in two.

“Tomorrow?” Taehyung swallows and he hates that you make his mouth still dry up. You just look at him and for a minute he thinks you didn’t hear him. Maybe you have a hearing problem.

“Okay. Your place at…” You’re smiling at him and Taehyung thinks he may be the one with hearing problems because he thinks you said okay.

“What time tomorrow, Taehyung, “ you clip out slowly as an eyebrow raises up.

“Is seven okay?”

“Definitely okay,” you’re still smiling and now Taehyung can feel himself smiling, all of his teeth on display. His hands clap together. A tick he does to lessen the tension he feels.

“Thanks for holding onto the package Taehyung,” you say as you push off the door frame and step more inside your door.

“You’re welcome, Y/N,” he says as his feet are pedaling backward.

“See you at seven.”

Taehyung nods and grins. He doesn’t want to speak. He knows he’s grinning like an idiot. Begins to spin and go back into his apartment as you begin closing your door.

“And Taehyung?” you call out just as he turns his doorknob. He hums in acknowledgement as he looks at you from over his shoulder.

“I heard you can make a meal better than decent.”

Taehyung's smile widens, “I think you heard right.”

“Can’t wait.” And with that you firmly shut your door and he hears you secure the lock.

He’s washing his hands and eyeing the bottle of cologne on the sink top. Should he put on cologne or is that doing too much? He looks in his reflection and takes in his appearance one last time.

A long sleeve baby blue cashmere sweater tucked into tan pants. Ruffles his wet hand through his hair and tongues his lips. Yeah, cologne is a must. He picks up his clear weighted bottle and sprays the mist around him lightly.

Before he sets down cologne, he hears a knock on his door. Glancing at his watch, he notices you’re a little early. The fact makes him smile to himself before flicking the light switch and making his way to the door. He pulls it open right when you go to knock again.

“Hey,” he greets and feels his stomach lurch at the sight of you in his doorframe. He can feel his eyes roam from your face, your cleavage and down to your bare feet.

“I hope you don’t mind the bare feet. I was in terrible shoes all day,” you sigh as you shove a bottle of wine into his chest, breaching his threshold and his personal space.

“Your toes are cute.”

He grins as he lets you in further. Taehyung closes the door but leaves the door unlocked. He wants you to feel safe. Only creeps lock the door immediately when a beautiful woman walks into their space.

Taehyung is trying not to be a creep, tonight.

“Well I’m the owner of those toes. So…” You walk until you are standing next to the bar chairs in his kitchen.

“You’re not cute,” Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head in disagreement as he makes his way to the cabinet holding glasses.

You turn to him and pout before you’re plopping onto the chair. The leather squeaking under your ass.

“I’m not? If my toes are cute, what am I?” You ask, leaning forward on your elbows and letting the dark green blouse you are wearing to drape and he gets a flash of blue. Now that he looks a little closer he can see your nipple pressing against the fabric.

“You’re sexy,” Taehyung coughs out as he brings out two wine glasses. You don’t say anything as he begins to open the wine bottle. Letting the task fill in the gaps of awkwardness that are shooting down his spine right now.

You’re not saying anything but Taehyung can hear the leather and then your feet padding to him. The hairs on his neck stand up.

“I can’t believe it,” you state softly. He finishes the pour for your glass before he turns around to offer it to you.

“A good looking guy with three kids,” you begin as you tilt your glass to his. “I can’t believe that you have real wine glasses.” You tink his glass before your face breaks into a grin and Taehyung can feel his cheeks spread.

“Yeah, and I also have real silverware. But I have to admit that I have plastic for the kids. They eat all the time. I would have to become a professional silverware washer when they’re with me.”

You laugh at him and it makes him feel like he’s winning with that laugh. You’ve got a fucking beautiful laugh. “That’s terrible for the environment, Taehyung.”

“I recycle them.” He nods before he takes a sip of his wine.

“So what are we having?” you ask him, trying to peek toward the stovetop.

“Oh yes. The reason you’re here,” Taehyung chuckles as he reaches for two black aprons hanging on his wall.

“Why are you giving one to me? You said you were going to cook me a decent meal.” you chide as a sweet pout covers your lips and you stare at the apron he’s holding out to you.

“Wow, I already have one princess in my life.” He laughs as he places the apron back on the hook and goes about putting one one and tying the straps to the front..

“You still only have one. That gorgeous daughter of yours.” You spot the bowl of green grapes he placed out before you arrival and take one and pop it into your mouth. “What I am, is a good listener,” you preen as you make it back to the chair that you were previously occupying.

“So, what are you cooking, Taehyung?” A self-satisfied smile paints your lips and Taehyung feels his heart thrash in his chest.You were flirting with him and it was making his fucking month.

“Well I didn’t know if you have any dietary restrictions but I was thinking of Thai Coconut Curry,” Taehyung explains as he begins gathering cutting boards and his bag knife from the cupboards.

“That sounds lovely,” you hum after you take a glass of wine.

“I already made the rice, just need to make the curry,” he explains as he begins cutting red peppers that were nearby. He glances up and sees you watching him.

“Enjoying the cooking show?” Taehyung grins as he places a saucepan on the range and begins the stove. He’s feeling his rhythm. There’s really no other place that he’s at ease in like a kitchen.

“Immensely.”

He’s pouring in the oil and goes back to cutting the rest of the peppers, moving onto the onion, garlic and then ginger.

“That’s a really big knife.”

Taehyung holds up the large blade. He loved his knife. It was a Miyabi Chef’s Knife with Damascus, high carbon core and it was gifted from mentor and his former head chef, Kim Seokjin.

“It’s massive,” He agrees.

“I should've already known you handle big things well.” you say slowly and when his eyes finds yours, you are literally eyefucking him. He’s pretty sure you’re looking at him like he’s the tastiest thing you’ve seen all day. His dick throbs.

He doesn’t know what to say. All he knows is to cook. So he’s moving toward the hot pan and begins adding the vegetables.

“That smells so good,” you practically moan and Taehyung’s grip on the pan’s handle tightens before he flicks his begin tossing the vegetables with oil. He glances over his shoulder at you and your eyes are stuck to him.

“I figured you could probably use some vegetables since you said you only ate fast food.” He admits and you lean forward and he can see that you are definitely wearing the bra that was in the package.

Shit.

“You’re really observant, Tae.”

Taehyung can feel his cheeks turning hot and it’s not from the stove. He turns and begins adding some other ingredients – Thai curry paste, Coconut milk, coriander, salt and pepper.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” he finally asks as the sound of the simmering pan takes over the room. He turns to look at you, double check that you heard him. And you’re sitting there like you are weighing your options, your eyes stuck to the ceiling.

He fights the urge to look up because he knows there’s nothing there.

But there’s a want to see what you are looking at.

“It’s sweet,” you finally conclude as you pick up your wine glass and bring it to your lips, nodding like you’re happy with your answer.

His heart is in his throat. He’s pretty sure you like him. It’s fucking weird for him to say because you did suck his dick. But for days he thought he did something wrong. And the fact that you’re sitting in his kitchen with a smile on your face with no shoes on make him weak.

He makes the mental note of trying to kiss you again. Wants to feel your lips again. He’s weak for you so fucking much.

You’re grinning at him and he’s grinning at you. And he can’t look away. He’s getting lost in your eyes. So weak and you don’t even know it.

“Why do you got that dopey grin on your face Tae?” You flick your chin to him and Taehyung’s cheeks begin to hurt because he’s grinning so hard.

He bites his lip and busies himself by stirring the pot, adding a few last remaining touches rather than answer your question.

You know why he was smiling like that. He knew that. You were a smart, messy and dangerous woman. Your list keeps getting longer and it excites him.

“Oh my goodness Tae,” you say as you place your glass on his coffee table and then you're falling into the seat next to him.

“Did you like it?'' he asks. He knows you did. You thanked him after your first bite when your eyes rolled back into your head and then moaned.

But he wanted to hear it again.

"It was soo good," you sigh as you look toward his kitchen. "Might go back for more."

He's laughing and you're looking at him and not like you want to eat him. Just looking at him with the sweetest eyes.

“I'm glad you liked it,” he smiles as he reaches for his glass. He hasn’t really stopped smiling.

"You know what Tae?"

You've been calling him Tae for a while now. The nickname makes him feel closer to you somehow.

"I really do appreciate you cooking for me. I honestly had a really shitty day." You huff as your chin leans on your hand that rests on cushion.

You keep talking.

"I had to give a presentation and I wore the worst shoes. And on the train home someone vomited on the same car as me." Your face screws up. "Eww," you say as your shoulders shudder.

"Wow. That officially sucks.And I don’t even know how it feels to wear heels all day."

"I know right?" You nod bringing your feet onto his couch. He watches as you rub your toes.

"Can I?"

Where the fuck did that come from? He used to run Sunmi's feet all the time but you weren't Sunmi.

"You want to rub my feet?" You ask, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, teeth worrying your bottom lip..

"I mean, I wouldn't mind. You know, to help." Taehyung’s fingers close to your feet twitch.

He really wants to touch you.

"Wow. How are single Tae?" You ask as you scooch back and shimmy your skirt down, preventing him to see between your legs as you stretch your legs over his thighs.

"I just am," he chuckles as he gingerly lays his hands on the top of your feet, his fingertips caressing the skin there.

You feel so soft. He takes both feet onto his palms and begins to dig his fingers into the flesh.

"You have a pretty tasty cock too…what's wrong with you?"

Taehyung feels his dick twitch again and all the blood is rushing down.

"Do have a foot thing?" You moan as he begins kneading your foot with his knuckles.

Yep. He's getting hard.

And you notice it.

"Although I don't think a foot fetish is a bad thing." You begin as your other foot begins to press against his growing erection.

"Wanna kiss my feet Tae?"

Yes he did. Now that you mentioned it he wanted to kiss your feet. Honestly he would kiss any place you would let him.

He swallows. "If you're into that kind of thing. You can."

Taehyung wants to. He's raising your foot slowly. You are watching him intently. He places a small kiss to the round of your pinky toe and your eyes begin to shine bright. He doesn't stop. He places a kiss on each one. And when he's done he moves to your other foot, repeating the process.

He's watching you watch him. His dick is so hard in his pants it fucking hurts.

"Holy shit Tae." You whisper as he brings the web of your toes to his nose.

You smell so good.

"Do you want to fuck my feet or do you wanna fuck me?"

Taehyung let's the foot he's smelling skid down his face, your toes catch on his lips and then chin. You press it into his shoulder.

And now he can see your panties. There’s a dark spot on them.

"Whatever you are willing to give me." Taehyung whispers and he can't help but squeeze his cock.

You nod and then you're swinging your legs off his thighs and standing up. “This way?” You ask as you begin walking down his hall.

He feels like a fucking dog as he trails after you. His feet can't move fast enough.

"Room on the right," he says as he finally gets on your heels.

You walk into the room and Taehyung is glad he kept a lamp on in his room because you're heading straight to his bed. You fall down into it and Taehyung is on you. He's thought about you in his bed one too many times. Your lips taste good and your body is warm.

Helpful. That’s what you are. You're unbuttoning your blouse as your tongue slides into his mouth. He pauses a second and unzips your skirt. His mouth waters when new flesh is exposed to him.

Your fucking curves in person have no competition from the view he's seen through glass. And now you are underneath him.

His body is fucking shaking with anticipation. Your blouse is lost and his hands are on your chest. You push at his shoulders and ask him to lay down.

Taehyung cannot move fast enough. You’re unbuckling his belt with practiced ease as your tongue slides nastily around his neck. Licking at him like his skin tastes like candy.

You pull down his pants and his boxers don't take long to join them on the floor. You are moving fast and he's having a hard time keeping up with you.

"Please tell me you have condoms Tae," you ask as you sit perched on your knees over him. His dick is rubbing against those lacy strings and he knows he’s staining them with his pre-cum.

Taehyung takes the opportunity of you stalling to unclasp your bra and see your tits. He’s nervous to touch them but they look so fucking soft.

"Tae?" You snap him out of his thoughts as his hands keep caressing the round of your breasts, pinches at your perky nipples..

"Condoms? You ask again, your face looks so sweet right now. You're tilting your head down as him and he thinks he will never get it out of his head.

“In the nightstand. But wait” he is pulling you down to his lips again. He wants to taste your tongue again. You humor him for a moment or so before you’re leaning away from him and reaching for the nightstand drawer.

He realizes his mistake a little too late. Because now you are making a startled sound.

"These look familiar," you murmur as you reach into the drawer and pull out the black panties that belong to you.

"I-I," he splutters, trying to sit up while trying to keep from dropping you onto the floor. Arms holding you in place.

You shut him up with a kiss. "Explain it later. But for now," you place the panties back inside the drawer and bring out a foiled package.

You're tearing it open with your teeth and rolling it on deftly. You are kissing him again and Taehyung thinks he can kiss you all night but his dick is also begging for attention.

“Are you ready Tae?” You ask as you break a kiss and then wipe a few loose strands from his eyes.

"Fuck yes," he sighs before placing a placing kiss to your lips.

"You're cute," you say as you wrap your hand around him and begin to line his dick up with you, pushing the panties covering your pussy to the side.

He feels his tip breaching you and you feel so fucking tight. And even though he can't feel you all the way, he can tell you're wet. He's gliding in, the lace of the panties provides a spine tingling sensation down his back.

"Fuck Tae, you're so big."

"Oh shit. Why are you so fucking perfect?" He groans.

He's gonna cum. He's not even all the way in you yet but he can feel his stomach tightening, preparing for the orgasm.

Taehyung is trying to keep it from happening. He's desperately trying to think of something that will slow the process. He's thinking of his kids. He's thinking of McDonald's.

But then you sit on him fully and you're moaning loudly and your cunt tightens around him.

He's okay. He will be okay.

If-you-just-don't-move-too-fast. If you go slow.

You roll your hips while lifting them and Taehyung can feel the delicious rub of your walls. And you aren't just warm, your pussy feels fucking hot.

He can't help the growl that rips from his throat as you begin to lower yourself again.

“Oh my God, Tae” you sigh,rolling your hips again, pushing him closer to climax.

"Just a minute. I think I'm gonna cum," he announces, hoping you can hear the beg in his voice. His tone is deep and almost guttural.

His whole body is receiving your pussy like a live wire and every touch, kiss and stroke is jolt to his system.

“I don't want to stop Tae. Not yet," you whine as you hop up and then down eagerly on his dick. He looks down and he sees only one of your puffy pussy lips, the panties tucked between them.

And he's cumming.

Pleasure shoots down his body and out the tip of his dick. He can feel his dick is drenched in its own cum. His toes curl, and he's embarrassed how loud he is. Your movements haven't stopped and his body is squirming with the overloaded sensation.

His arms wrap around your waist and he's fixing you in place.

“Please, please," he begs.

Taehyung keeps his eyes closed. He doesn't want to look at you. He fucking nutted after a handful is strokes and he wants to puke. He doesn't know how you're gonna look at him.

Probably like he's a two pump chump. Maybe even look at him with pity in your eyes.

"You okay?" You ask him as he buries his face between your breasts, nodding and trying his best to will away the tears that are forming at the corner of his eyes.

"I'm gonna go get a towel. Bathroom on the left?

Taehyung can only nod into your breasts.

You shift above him and remove his dick from you. He keeps his eyes closed. You're ruffling his hair and he wants to scream.

How could he fuck this up? Everything was going well. But his dick has betrayed him. He must look like a fucking freak to you.

He opens your packages. He has a pair of panties, he promised himself he would return, washed to you. He kisses your toes and pops a fucking boner.

Taehyung is a fucking creep.

He huffs as he pulls the condom off his dick and scowls at the betrayer that's his own junk. He ties up the rubber and tosses it the the trash bin in the corner. He misses.

A deeper sigh escapes his lips and he's rolling out the bed, shedding off his sweater and tugging on his boxers before stomping toward the fucking rubber that is a reminder of his failure.

"It's okay, you know."

Taehyung jumps at the sound of your voice. He was knee deep in his own thoughts that he didn't realize you were now standing back in his bedroom.

Oh fuck. He wants to crawl into the ground.

"I'm sorry. I usually don't...so fast..I"

"Taehyung," your voice is laced with caution as you make your way back to his bed. Scooping up his sweater and throwing it over your head and down your chest.

He frowns at not being able to see your breasts anymore.

"I have a question."

Taehyung feels his eyebrows furrow. "Yes?" He says as he watches you peel back his covers and sees you climbing under his sheets.

"Do you like to cuddle after sex?"

He's instantly nodding and walking toward the bed.

"Me too. Up for a cuddle?"

Taehyung is moving fast and his nose picks up the hint of lavender from his dryer sheets but he also smells you mixed with it. It's intoxicating.

He lays down and you're scooting closer to him. Your back to his chest and he hears you lawn loudly. His arm is wrapping around your waist and he's pulling you close. His nose is nuzzling into the back of your neck and he swears you hum in content as his nose touches the skin on your neck.

"I had a good time tonight Tae," you say as your fingers wrap against his wrist.

“Best thing to happen all day…this time with you.”

How do you do that? You keep making him so speechless. The words are lost in his chest.

"That makes me happy," is the only thing he can say. Because it's true. Even with his shortcomings you're still making him feel good. You are perfect for him.

You wiggle against him. Your ass is rubbing against his sticky dick and Taehyung misses the feeling so much. Sunmi used to do that. Wiggle against him. It used to annoy him. But right now the feeling is comforting and safe. So is the small sighs that leave your lips a few moments later.

Taehyung can’t sleep. He’s too worked up to sleep. He tried to sleep, but all he can do is stare at the ceiling and at you.

Why the fuck did he finish so fast? He even jerked off the day before just in case an occasion presented itself tonight.

He rolls on his side and looks at you. His eyes begin to map your face again. Memories of hours ago zipping through his head. Your mouth opening as you rode his dick, the moan you let because of him, now etched in mind.

He's not bad in bed. Sunmi always praised his abilities. To be honest, she taught him alot. How to use his fingers to find a soft spot that's about two inches in and if he curls them just so, he had her moaning.

Sunmi guided him on his to tongue. How to use it and how to be slid into that soft spot. He made Sunmi scream and cum on his dick more than he has fingers on hand.

Maybe he didn't have a high body count. Sunmi was number two in his life. But the great thing about longevity in a relationship is the ability to experiment comfortably.

Taehyung tuned his ears to specific pitches, those sounds providing a path to Sunmi’s orgasm. It can't be that different for you.

Although you were nothing like Sunmi. There had to be some things he can surely try to redeem for the shit show that happened a few hours ago even though for him it felt like minutes.

You roll onto your back and Taehyung sees his sweater has ridden up, breasts one of your breasts slip from the sheet. His eyes focus on the curve.

He can redeem himself. He has too.

Taehyung scoots gingerly to edge of the bed. He turns and kneels while rising the end of the bed sheet. He grips it and lets his knees hit the mattress as the sheets are pulled up over his head. He uses one knee to nudge a leg wide and you squirm.

Inhaling deeply, his cock throbs at the smell of you. He moves meticulously, wedging his shoulder close to his goal, your pussy. He leans and gets a deeper smell before his tongue comes to lick up your fruit. He feels the nub of you clit and he attaches his lips around it and begins to suck it rhythmically.

After a few sucks he feels your legs widen, creating space to slip his arms under your legs and pull you closer to his mouth.

Now having his tongue on you he doesn’t think can do without ever again. You're thick and warm on his tongue, the taste of spicy honey. He thinks the flavor fits you perfectly, your personality. You're sweet and hot. And unexpected.

While dissecting the taste of your pussy, you’re moaning his name and arching into his mouth, rubbing more of your honey on his face, around his mouth and bumping into his nose.

Groaning against your pussy, Taehyung unwraps his arm from around you legs and is bringing his fingers to your hole. He goes straight for two, knowing that his long slender two fingers had nothing against the thickness of his dick.

And you whine and Taehyung can feel his coxk pressing into the bed, providing nothing but frustration that it wasn't already in you cunt

He crosses the fingers inside of you and drills them up, letting his thumb rest against your nub. Let the thumb press and release a few times before replacing his thumb with his mouth. His tongue.

"Oh God, Taehyung."

He sucks harder and you're ripping the sheets away. Cool air invading the warm cocoon he was wrapped in. He missed the cocoon immediately but the sight of your face as you propped yourself on your elbows made up for it greatly.

Your eyes looked wild and frantic. His moves. His mouth. They have you fucked up.

Hands thread into his hair pulling him forward. "Don't stop. Please." You pant. He almost laughs. For you to think he was going to stop when he was just getting started is hilarious. Not this time.

No he's gonna be good. He's gonna show you why he has three kids.

Taehyung doesn't fight you, sinks in deeper and licking fatter and sucking harder on nub as his fingers thump up in you. Wasn't a thump more like a thwack because your juices were spilling out of you and around his fingers.

You're pulling his hair harder, it's beginning to sting. But he likes it. Let's him know he's doing something right. Also your legs are beginning to shake and your voice is growing in volume. His name repeating on your lips felt like you're cheering him on. Cheering for him to get you off.

He can feel his brow creased as he pulls his mouth away from clit, watching as his pinky comes in to sweep between your slippery lips as he lapped it in the juices. He looked at your face and the tip of his cock was now wet.

Your eyes are screwed up and your neck strained as your head tilts to the ceiling.

He is close to finishing his goal, making you cum.

Taehyung slows the rhythm of his fingers. He needed to get your attention. Your eyes on him.

It works.

Your eyes are slowly opening and mouth is shutting as the volume on your moans dies down.

"Tae-"

He cuts you off by pressing his pinky into your tightened hole and now your squealing. The look on your face is covered in pleasure. You lids lower and your jaw goes slack.

His fingers grind into your softest deep spot. You're babbling. His name is rolling off your lips with stutters.

"Do you want me stop?" Taehyung says just loudly enough before he's leaning his lips to your clit. His eyes fixed on yours as he planted a soft kiss on your mound.

You shake your head violently and Taehyung's lips part and refocus on sucking your nub, you pearl.

"Ah! Ah! ah! Oh my fucking god!"

Oh now you're screaming. You have flopped on your back. Your hands are now pushing his face further into your gushy pussy and Taehyung is covered in you and you haven’t even orgasmed yet. His cheeks are touching your center. Your thighs are squeezing his shoulders like a vice.

Then you seize and shout out before Taehyung feels your whole body quaking around him. His efforts have earned him a reward of more of your unexpected. Your juices - iIt's rolling into his mouth after he removes his two fingers and reintroduces his tongue.

You tremble another time and he takes that as a sign of too much. He moves away slowly, rising above you as you simmer down from your orgasm. Eyes closed, face relaxed.

He watches and he waits. He feels like he can wait for hours, looking at you up close as you lay under him makes him feel strong. Powerful.

You open your eyes and when they focus on him, a lazy smile spreads across your face.

"Damn, I knew you were hot but I never thought you could eat pussy like that."

Taehyung licks his lips, the taste of you prevalent. "I'm full of surprises."

"I like surprises." You say simply, an eyebrow raising up challenging him, smirking up at him. You then reach into his nightstand for the second time this night and pull out a condom.

"Surprise me," you say throwing the latex toward him. It skids over your body and lands on your tummy.

Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you. He slowly leans down with his head, and picks the edge of the condom wrapper up with his teeth.

He straightens to seek our eyes and he uses his hand to pull on the edge of the wrapper. It tearing away so he could get his finger on the rubber.

"Turn around. On your hands and knees." He says sternly as he tosses the condom wrapper away from the action and then begins to roll the condom on.

"Yes, daddy "

Taehyung can't believe you just called him daddy. He wonders if you had daddy issues.

"Y/n," he huffs. "Nothing's gonna kill my boner faster than you calling me daddy."

You giggle and look over your shoulder and you assume the directed position.

"Okay daddy." Taehyung can't help but let you know he was serious. His hand is smacking your ass cheek harshly. You welp and look over at him.

"Don't call me daddy. I'm not your fucking daddy." Taehyung says tightly and you nod.

Taehyung leans in and presses a kiss to your ass. It feels nice and smooth. He couldn't wait to get his cock back inside you.

He lines his tip of his dick to your pussy and can feel it radiating heat and your skin is not even touching yet. Your pussy is like a fucking furnace.

“Please put it in, Tae," Your voice was breathy, you seemed so in a hurry to feel him. Taehyung could feel his chest fill with pride.

You wanted him.

One hand grabs your hip and rolls the flesh there between his fingers. So fucking soft. His other hand wraps around his cock and feels it throb painfully. Begging for attention.

Taehyung leans into you again and he's soon being met with your warm walls. So fucking warm. And so fucking wet.

He feels his groan rattle at the back of his throat as he continues to slide and begins to feel all the flesh inside of you.

You were squeezing him so deliciously and your moan dipped in tone.

"Oh yes."

Your perfect ass finally meets his stomach and his cock fully in you. You surround him. He clenches a bit, makes himself throb inside you and you whine out again.

"I need it" you whisper, moving your hips away, making him slide out. Taehyung's hand is on your shoulders and he slams you back down on his cock. You moan and lift your head up in the air.

Taehyung bumps up into you and you tighten around him and he can feel your wetness dripping in his pubic hair. He looks down and sees the area shine and his cock disappearing into you.

His name is coming out in loud whines. There is a wobble in the enunciation. A result from his body slamming into your ass and his cock deep inside you. But he wants to go deeper.

His other hand on your hips, moves to his sweater that is bunched around you and pulls onto it forcing you deeper into his cock as he thrusts inside.

And you let out a lewdful moan as your back painfully arches as you try to meet his movements.

He takes his time moving but makes every thrust count, rolling his hips as he digs into you further.

"Tay-hyung," you stutter out. Your head banging against the back of your shoulder.

"Your cock is amazing," you gasp as he pushes against a tender spot inside of you. His cock gets harder at the words of praise. A grin pulls at the corner of his lips.

"Fucking me so good." Ah, he's redeeming. Taehyung is spurred to get you to scream his name. He wants to hear your voice raspy when you come undone. Wants you to have trouble walking and talking when he’s done.

“You're fucking perfect,” he growls as his hand moves over to your hair and he yanks on it, causing your back to arch even tighter, your neck now exposed to him from this position. You are saddled on to his cock and he rolls into you. The movements are hard. Quick. Short.

Only able to pull out halfway before he needs to feel you all around him again. Be all the way inside you again.

You throbbing around him and spit gathers in his throat, it chokes when he looks down and sees his stomach coated in your arousal.

"You gonna cum on my cock." It’s not a question. Just a statement. You are so wet right now, your pussy is fluttering around him. He’s got you where he wants you.

"Uh huh," you whine out, eyes screwed tight in ecstasy.

Yeah you are," he agrees as he strokes and then strokes harder into you, into your tender spot, and his ear picks up a squelch.

“Taehyung!” You call out, voice laced with lust and panic.

“Tae, I'm gonna cum”, you whine out as he repeats the same angle only harder.

“Mhmm,” he hums in agreement as you tense up around, you feel so good. Taehyung's orgasm is heavy in his balls. But he has to wait this time.

He’s gotta make you cum.

He is not going to let the sun rise before you cum.

He releases your hair, his hands move to you hips and he's fucking your hard. Using every muscle he can to thrust into you. His thighs are aching, but your ass is smacking nicely against his groin, spreading your juices,

You're losing your mind on his dick. You could be speaking in tongues for all he knows because nothing that leaves your lips is making sense now. He hears his name around the ramblings but for the most part every word is broken.

“Oh my god. I'm cumming!” You squeal out as your head hits a pillow and your body squeezes around him.

And Taehyung can't stuff the growl that turns into a groan as he watches you shake. He keeps the pace, and you continue to twitch and sputter. And he's in his fourth stroke when realizes the next one is going to make him bust his load.

You lift your head and look back at him and Taehyung's teeth are clenching together as his cock twitches and then spills I to the condom.

He hears you moan heatedly as he slams into once more. He stills and he can hear both of you breathing hard and shakily. Taehyung's fingers dig into your skin and you moan again. He lowers his head and presses his lips to your shoulder and then the middle of your spine before he feels the energy to move again.

You fall flat onto the bed, body bouncing slightly onto the mattress.

Taehyung watches you as he rolls off the sticky condom of his length, and ties it deftly. He joins you on the bed, his fingertips reach under his sweater and trace down the skin on the side of your torso.

Taehyung," you purr as eyes open slightly, and the small smile on your face tightens. He’s worrying a bit. Can feel his stomach drop. He doesn't want you to say anything. Not yet. He just wants to be near you for a few more minutes. Hope you’ll stay a little longer.

His bed is warm and the room smells like you and him. And the sensation numbs him and calms him.

"That was a surprise." You smile wider, and it reaches your eyes, your eyes shimmer in the darkness.

He feels his cheeks pull apart and then his cheeks begin to ache as he gets lost in your eyes again..

“What do you want as a reward?”

His cheeks are beginning to loosen. He doesn't quite understand what you mean. And his face must give it away because soon you are explaining yourself.

“For giving me surprise. Keeping your word. What do you want in return?" You ask say you bring your hand up to his face and your index runs down the length of his nose and you boop it, adding a toothy smile.

Taehyung can't help the small laugh that leaves his throat. You are cute.

"Stay the night and say good morning." Taehyung says as he grabs your wrist and places a kiss on your still extended finger.

“Is that it?”

“That's it,” he whispers back to you, nuzzling his head into the pillow. He feels content. And he doesn't want that feeling to end. Not yet. He hasn't felt it in so long.

“Ok,” you grin and then you're leaning in and placing a long and soft kiss on his lips.

“I can't believe you deliver dick like that and don't want to be called daddy,” you mutter as you turn your back to him and wiggle your butt closer to him again.

Your body fits perfectly against it.. He instantly wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you closer. If he can’t be inside you, he at least wants to touch you. He wonders if he will ever get a chance to sleep with his cock nestled inside you.

He sighs into it. Taehyung hasn't felt this at home in years. His space feels safe. He's not going to reply to your quip. You clearly get off on teasing him. You do it well.

“I like you Taehyung.” You sigh.

“I like you too y/n.”

“Now go to schleep,” You say and it's cute so taehyung giggles, his chest bumps into your back

"Sch-leep?"

“Mhmm" you’re yawning loudly again

"I'll see you soon. You whisper. There's a moment or two and he hears your sighs breathe out. Your shoulders rise and fall in a steady rhythm.

Taehyung is happy. He's still grinning although the curtain of sleep if weighing on him.

His fingers squeeze your stomach, testing that this all really happened and it's not some sick dream.

And you complain sleepily as his fingertips touch and Taehyung takes a moment to recap all that happened tonight. Kisses your neck.

How his world looked completely different yesterday as it does right now. You are in his bed. And he is so happy. His mind thinks about tomorrow.

Will you still be here when he wakes. Would you keep your word?

"Tae?” you whisper sleepily.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“We can talk about my panties being your drawer in the morning.”

Taehyung can only stare at the ceiling.

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all that glitters ⤑ kth | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: ❝suddenly, light engulfs the stage, lambent shafts of gilded light beaming from the spotlight and directly onto the shadowy figure. and in the very same instant, taehyung finds his breath stolen from him. you. ❞ jazz club au. sugar daddy au. porn with plot au.

❥ pairing: club owner!taehyung x stage singer!reader

❥ genre: angst ∴ fluff ∴ smut

❥ word count: 17k

⤑ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: jealousy, possessive!taehyung, dom!taehyung, big cock!taehyung, sub!reader, teasing, biting, marking/bruising, public sex, dirty talk, fingering, panty stuffing, wet and messy, praise, nipple/breast play, slight masochism, pain kink, degradation, begging, female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, the slightest bit of guided masturbation, taehyung has an ungodly obsession with making yn wet, multiple orgasms, grinding, panty masturbation—like he uses her panties to wank, unprotected sex, cum play, spanking, spitting, cock slapping—like taehyung slaps yn’s coochie with his cock a lot, rough sex, crying, piano sex, standing doggy, scratching, multiple creampies

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: the angst in this was completely unprecedented… and completely unplanned. as was the plot 🗿

⏤ dedicated to my fav taewhores and taehyung’s favourite wives @amourtae​, @inkedtae​ and @kimtaehyunq​ // also thank you to the wonderful bee and hadi for beta reading as well as @yeoldontknow​, @jimilter​ and @ressjeon​

A little before the clock strikes 10 pm, Taehyung enters Velour—one of the many clubs under his ownership in the heart of Las Vegas.

The entire establishment is full—every single table occupied by the patrons of the club—and as his eyes sweep over the room, he notes the obvious skew in the clientele: the throng of congregating men evidently outnumbering the sporadically interspersed female clients. Smooth jazz thrums in the background, the deep warbles intermingling with those of the lively chatter from the guests as they wine and dine, and the staff that bustle around as they get ready for the start of the show; the sounds coalescing into an electrically charged milieu of vibrancy and effervescence. Whilst taking in the astir atmosphere, Taehyung is swiftly approached by a man.

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CEO! Kim Taehyung x Assitant! Reader

Summary: Who knew that such a harmless yes could book you your very own “Lose Your Virginity Day!”

Themes: juSt pOrn as usual

Word Count: 3.8k, unedited

Inspo: Kim Taehyung 😔👍

Warnings: Soft Dom!taehyung, guided masturbation (f!receiving), penetrative seggs, virgin 🥥 reader, mirror seggs?, he taps the booty once, unprotected seggs and mature language. 😔👍

a/n: I ditched sleep because I kept thinking of this 🥳

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overdue | kth. [announcement]

— banner by the wonderful @jamaisjoons​ 🧸

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : Wherein Kim Taehyung has many overdue books, and he offers you his sexual services in lieu of the payments.

↠ genre : pwp, fluff, smut, college au, bookshop au, slight strangers to lovers, classmates to lovers

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, a little bickering, kissing, making out, slight choking, hickies, body worship, oral (m. receiving & allusions to f. receiving), Taehyung hits it from the back, unprotected sex (be safe <3), edging, spanking, taehyung being a sly shit, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, creampie, semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore), praising, begging & it’s soft & soppy towards the end because kim taehyung is a romantic at heart <3

↠ word count : 4.8K

↠ a/n : hello loves !! i’m certain that this is unexpected, but i really wanted to gift you lovely angels with a little something for my birthday, and so i whipped together a short pwp !! if you’d like to be on the taglist then please send me an ask or comment under this post please !!

↠ release date : 18th March 2022

Creep - Three ft. KTH (m)

Pairing: Taehyung x fem reader

Summary: Taehyung has had a taste of you. But it’s still not enough.

New to this series? Don’t worry. Read One or Two, Three, or Four

Word count: 13k

Rating: 18+

Genre: DILF!AU – Smut really and kinda yandere if you squint

Warnings: E G G S (🥚🍳) Cuddling, dick pressed against ass, fingering, Taehyung is gonna eat reader whole, protected sex, blood, does anybody read the warnings? Let me now if you do,. Anon and non-anon is kewl. Back to it, cum, female receiving and Taehyung drinks it down like grape kool-aid on a hot summers day, oh his fingers, his fingers and hands are prominent, Don’t ask me why. If you don’t know. google it. I’m not your mama, Listen there’s cock and pussies meeting. Just cum in and read, That’s all I got.

A.N: What you want me to say? If you think Ima ask forgiveness that’s not gonna happen. I’ll see you in hell assholes. Hiyeee @ignorethissign8 @sabrinareadsbts @scribblemetae.

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SENSUOUS - KTH

↬ description: a hotel room with a hot tub out on the balcony? life could not get any better..

pairing — taehyung x female reader

genre — smut, fluff

word count — 1.2k

warnings/tags — established relationship!au, explicit smut, dom!tae, sub!reader, tension, cursing, teasing, palming, handjob-ish, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies and gents), exhibitionism, praise, kinda slow and soft, you’re both IN LOVE !!

a/n: defied my mother and got my first dose of the vaccine without her knowing, don’t tell her…

song for this oneshot: (it’s so sexy i can’t explain it)

The water in the tub was close to boiling, just how you wanted out. You had been sitting in the tub for about 15 minutes, candles lit, surrounding you and soft petals spread on the floor.

Taehyung barged in, holding a bunch of bags, looking like the devils doing.

He was wearing grey sweatpants with a loose, white t-shirt, which was practically see through, you could see everything hiding behind it.

Not that you were complaining.

“Why hello, babe.” he says, leaving the bags by the door before he trod into the bathroom, two wine glasses in hand and a bottle of champagne.

He closed the door behind him with a cheeky grin. “I see you got started without me.”

“Didn’t think you wanted join me in my self-care pamper session,” you reply, shrugging his indirect offence off.

Taehyung pulled out one of the stools next to the tub, taking a seat and moving a little closer to you. He handed you one of the glasses and began to serve you a generous amount of champagne

The soft music playing in the back, along with the light fumes from the tub, gave the room a sensuous atmosphere.

Something you loved dearly,

As you sipped on your wine, you slyly began to eye Taehyung, taking in the way his dewy skin would glow under the orange sky.

He caught you staring, but you didn’t bother to retract your gaze from him.

“What are you looking at?” he asks, his voice low and rich.

You sheepishly smile and blush, finally tearing your eyes away from him. “The man I’m in love with.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says, before continuing to sip on his wine.

You both fell into a comfortable silence, only the music playing faintly in the back and the sound of bubbles being produced in the tub, filling the silence.

You could feel the tension between you both as Taehyung threw lustful glances towards you, humming along to the music.

“Care to join me?” you asked.

Taehyung smirked, taking your glass out of your grasp and leaving both glasses on the counter. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Without question, Taehyung climbed into the tub, still fully clothed.

He sat across from you and you couldn’t help but take notice of the way his flimsy shirt stuck to his body, leaving you to salivate at the sight.

“Your shirt.”

Taehyung cocked a brow at you, slightly confused by your words, but he looked down at his chest and soon caught on as he proceeded to raise his arms above his head to discard his shirt.

“Problem solved.”

You had seen Taehyung shirtless on countless occasions, but you knew that whatever Taehyung was trying to do to you now, it was definitely working.

He probably didn’t have any intention to get you riled up, but just his mere form and presence, could light up a whole other spark within you.

His eyes raked up and down your body as he took notice of the bikini you were wearing; maroon and cute little stringed bows tied over your curves.

His favourite.

Taehyung’s gaze was burning through you, and frankly, you had enough of keeping to yourself.

It didn’t take long before you moved to where he was, situating yourself onto his lap, It took you less than a second to attach your lips onto his in the most heated way possible. You could already feel his erection through his soaked sweatpants as his hands dangerously made their way to your ass.

You broke the kiss for air, snaking your hand down his stomach until you reached his erection, slowly palming him.

He let out a soft grunt. “Y/N…” he warns you sternly, but you paid no attention to his threat, as you swiftly sneaked your hand into his pants, wrapping your fingers around his hardening cock.

He silently retaliated by skilfully sliding his fingers inside your underwear, not surprised at the fact that you were undeniably slick; slick enough for him to seamlessly slide two fingers into you, causing you to sound out a gleeful moan on top of him

“You’re so pretty..” he whispers, leaning in to land a small kiss on the side of your lips, pulling away briefly to cherish the fucked out sight of you.

Your moans were music to his ears, as his fingers pumped in and out of you, agonisingly slow, but you had no right to complain, being the one who started this.

His erection was pulsating in your hand, so you did him the favour and released it from its confines, expertly working your hands on him; pumping his throbbing cock in your at a steady pace, wanting to long out this session.

With his free hand, Taehyung managed to undo the knots of your bikini, throwing it where he left his discarded shirt before latching his lips onto yours as you aligned him with your entrance.

You slowly began to sink down onto him, causing you both to let out a moan at the sensation. You had completely bottomed out, burying your face into his neck to tuck away your quiet whimpers.

Taehyung wrapped his hands around your lower back, squeezing you tightly and pulling your body closer to his chest, “Can’t believe I landed such a pretty thing..”

You let out an airy chuckle, “You better believe it, Mister.”

He placed small butterfly kisses against your neck and worked his way up along your jaw.

You lift your hips a little, and then bring them back down again, fucking yourself on his cock as large amounts of water spilled over the tub, leaving a wet mess on the floor.

“Fuck yeah, baby.. just like that,” he groans, staring down to where your bodies meet, “You’re such a good girl,” he praises you, his head thrown back against the edge of the tub.

You try to pick up the pace of your hips, trying to get as much friction as possible, but even God knew you weren’t built for such intense activity.

It was as if you forgot about being outside. Forgot about the countless number of eyes that could be watching you both please each other.

What a show.

As your orgasm neared, you desperately grinded yourself against him, the friction creating a bundle of sensations on your clit, shoulder gripping worthy, and bringing you closer to your high.

Taehyung could feel you were close, so he harshly grabbed your hips, helping you move back and forth whilst he whispered the sweetest, yet the most blasphemous words in your ear.

“That’s right, baby, keep going, you’re doing so good for me. So fucking good..” he breathes out, his sweaty forehead against yours. “I’m so close— keep going.”

He slyly sneaks his hand down your body, lightly grazing your clit.

Taehyung’s touch, combined with the hot water, made a mess of you, and his dirty words certainly proved that.

You came in a flash as your walls clamped down on his cock, squeezing your eyes shut and enveloping him in a tight hug as you mumbled sweet nothings against his neck.

Taehyung ended up releasing inside you, painting your walls white as he finally reached his orgasm with a loud moan.

You both stay in that position for a few minutes, trying to calm yourselves down and catch your breaths.

Taehyung was first to pull out of his trance, taking a quick look at you and smiling.

The exhaustion was evident on your face and, in all honesty, he found it insanely hot.

“Holy fuck.”

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overdue | kth.

— banner by @jamaisjoons 🧸

↠ pairing : Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

↠ summary : Wherein Kim Taehyung has many overdue books, and he offers you his sexual services in lieu of the payments.

↠ genre : pwp, fluff, smut, college au, bookshop au, slight strangers to lovers, classmates to lovers

↠ rating : 18+

↠ warnings : swearing, a little bickering, kissing, making out, slight choking, hickies, body worship, oral (m. receiving & allusions to f. receiving), Taehyung hits it from the back, unprotected sex (be safe <3), edging, spanking, taehyung being a sly shit, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, creampie, semi-public sex, degradation (slut, whore), praising, begging & it’s soft & soppy towards the end because kim taehyung is a romantic at heart <3

↠ word count : 5K

↠ a/n : hello loves !! and it’s finally here <3 sorry about the delay (life’s been a mess) but i hope you enjoy this quick pwp !! it isn’t my greatest work , but i wanted to post something for my birthday for you all as a thank you for being here <3 thank you to @chateautae ; @kithtaehyung & @kookiestarlight for reading over 🤎 and thank you to @jamaisjoons for the stunning banner 🍪 as always, your feedback is truly appreciated & happy reading !! <3

↠ song : 120 - bad bunny

"Oh, and the name's Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

"I know your name. We're in the same class," you sigh, turning your back to him, and instead of unpacking your new stack of books. "I just want you to return the books you took out months ago."

"Same class?" Taehyung repeats, leaning on the counter. You aren't even facing him, but you know that he's wearing the usual feline smirk on his lips. "Interesting. I've never noticed you."

Despite the both of you being in Professor Choi's class, you never really speak to one another. You usually sit at the front of the lecture hall, and Taehyung opts for the seats at the back instead.

You and Taehyung are quiet class members, not really interacting with anyone instead of relishing in your own company. A part of you always yearned to approach him, but your nerves ended up getting the best of you.

The boy always had a mysterious aura surrounding him, and you couldn't help but be intrigued by him. When you first met Taehyung, he always carried a book with him, and he never really spoke. You'd hear him converse with Professor Choi here and there, and his mellow voice always ignited something deep within you. It was soft but alluring at the same time.

He would usually spend most of his time in the library, hidden away in the corner with a box of strawberries, jazz music spilling from his laptop as he reads either classical poetry or manga. The sight always makes you snicker, the differences between his choices being so stark.

The more you saw of him, though, the more your crush grew; however, your infatuation slowly began to fluctuate from the moment you began to see who he really was.

His flirtatious attitude, snarky remarks, and mischievous glint in his eyes always keep you on edge.

You don't hate him, but his personality can be hard to keep up with.

Taehyung frequently visits your father's bookshop, popping in at least twice a week to take out a few books. He's undoubtedly an avid reader and enjoys all sorts of genres which you don't mind at all. The only problem you truly have with the stupidly handsome bloke is that he never seems to return his books. And the books he doesn't return just so happen to be your favourite.

"Just bring the books back by Sunday." You reply, knowing that he's trying to embarrass you, shifting to face him with an exasperated face. "Otherwise, I'll tell my father, and you'll have to deal with him, which isn't fun at all… his books are his babies."

"Ah, I've met him plenty of times. We happen to be great friends," Taehyung remarks, sighing dramatically with a shit-eating grin on his face, resting his chin in his palms. "Look at me, already infiltrating my way into your family."

"Will you leave?" You request, glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"No." Taehyung chimes, showing you his boxy smile that you can't help but melt at. "I know you don't want me to."

You whine and leave the counter, moving to stand before him. Your height difference is remarkable, and you can't help but smile briefly at the way he towers over you.

"The thing is, Miss. Y/N," he mutters, a playful glint colouring his eyes as he notices the way you light up upon hearing your name. "I seem to have misplaced those books." He informs you a little too casually.

"You what?" You retort, visibly angry at what has just come out of Taehyung's mouth.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"How… how does one just lose a few books?" You complain, throwing your head back. "You're totally paying for those. I'm not getting in trouble because of you."

"Paying?" Taehyung questions in a frivolous manner. "I don't make payments."

"Taehyung."

"My name sounds real good coming out of your mouth, princess."

Great.

"I know another way to pay you… wanna hear me out?" Taehyung suggests with a teasing cadence lacing his tone. You stare at him with curious eyes and notice how his smirk ticks every box.

It's gorgeous. He's gorgeous.

You would've very quickly walked away if it wasn't for his smirk. That slight rise in the corner of his mouth combined with the cool detachment in his eyes… you couldn't help but stare, lightly smirking back. And that mere act was giving him inner delight. Taehyung was evidently savouring the moment, and you both felt the tension thicken.

You have a slight inkling about the way Taehyung wants to pay you. You aren't oblivious to his ways. Coming to the bookshop only on days you worked, 'forgetting' his overdue books, catching him staring at you when you walk into class, hanging around a little longer to see you leave, and more importantly… visiting the store at times, he knows there's no one here, but you.

"I'm listening," you reply, stepping closer to Taehyung, so you're only centimetres away from him.

Taehyung leans down, his lips brushing against yours, as he entangles his fingers with your nimble ones. "Good girl," he whispers, and his hand begins to trail up your bare arm.

Your back hits against the shelf as Taehyung devours your mouth with sheer passion. His one hand lightly chokes you whilst the other holds your head in place.

He kisses you once. Twice. And you know immediately that you can never tire of this man. With vehement urgency, he chases your lips, and you smile into the kiss, his neediness more than apparent. You know more than well that you shouldn't be making out with him in your father's storage room. Any customer could walk in asking for you, heck, so could your father, but that doesn't stop you from kissing Taehyung with a more potent force. You feel utterly feral and slightly shocked as to how Taehyung already has so much power over you.

"Gave in very easily, didn't you?" Taehyung teases, pulling away from your lips and kissing down your jawline. He nips at your skin, most definitely leaving you with marks as a reminder of your shenanigans. He rips open your short, floral-printed linen dress, and you moan as you hear the tear, his strength being a huge turn on for you.

"Oh shut it," you gasp, directing him back to face you. You capture his lips in a fast, rhythmic movement, and he begins to undo your bra. He takes in your chest, and you swear you hear him growl as he looks you up and down.

"You're fucking stunning," he rasps, dipping his head into the junction between your head and shoulder, pressing the most sensuous kisses down to your tits. You moan again, craning your neck and arching your chest to him, craving more of his touch. His veiny arms wrap around you, and you instinctively move closer to him.

"Take off your shirt," you whine, wanting to feel Taehyung's skin against yours. Your wish is accepted immediately, and in one swift movement, Taehyung pulls his shirt over his head with a single hand.

Your hand immediately reaches for his taut chest, and you cascade it down, grabbing his hardened cock through his sweatpants.

"Please let me suck you off," you mutter, palming him whilst gazing up at him with softened eyes.

"Such a slut for my cock already," Taehyung murmurs and you nod, happily admitting.

Taehyung pecks your pouty lips, smirking as he sees you kneel before him. You pull down his trousers and boxers, eyes widening as you drink in just how huge he is. Your wetness grows as you anticipate just how hard he could wreck you with this monster.

"Go on, baby. It's all yours." Taehyung goads, hands moving to rest on your head. Moving forward, he strokes your cheek as he pushes the fat tip of his cock towards your hungry mouth, breathing in at the sensation of your tongue coming out and kitten-licking at his slit, savouring the taste of his arousal on your tongue.

His one hand moves to rest on your head, and the other holds your chin in place, lifting it slightly so he can push himself into your inviting mouth.

"So fucking good," Taehyung groans out celestially as you envelop his sizeable tip. Your one hand holds the rest of his dick whilst the other runs up and down his thick thigh.

You carefully pay attention to sucking on his member flawlessly, aching to be praised.

"You're such a cockslut for me, aren't you?"

Thanks, Taehyung.

You look up and see the man throwing his head back as you sink down on his cock, taking him inch by inch until your nose practically buries itself in his pubic bone. His hand tangles into your hair, threading his warm fingers through your luscious locks.

Greedily, you take more of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his shaft. His guttural groans spur you on, and you feel your chest swell with pride, knowing that Kim Taehyung, who oozes power and dominance, is at your mercy as you suck him dry.

"Fuckk," Taehyung curses when you sink down on him further. You hollow your cheeks, and Taehyung moans at the feeling, his breathing becoming heavier. He thrusts forward and hits the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, which provokes immediate tears in your eyes.

Your cunt becomes wetter with each sinful sound that leaves his filthy mouth. You abruptly pull back, an idea springing to mind.

Taehyung stares down at you with watery eyes whilst biting his bottom lip. "All good, baby?"

You soften at the pet name but quickly pull yourself together. "Fuck my face."

"You're a little shit," Taehyung laughs, holding your head in place and directing his heavy cock inside your hot mouth. You ravenously deep-throat him, and he moans delectably, gently beginning to fuck your throat.

"Your mouth feels so good. We're definitely doing this again," he moans loudly, and you feel yourself gush at the thought of having Taehyung in your mouth again. He continues ramming himself against your face, groaning blissfully as the euphoric sensations run through him.

"Bet you'll love having your face stuffed with my cock every morning," Taehyung rasps as he drives his length inside your mouth with more force, roughly chasing his release.

Taehyung peers down at you; he sees tears leaking out of your beautiful eyes and drool spilling out of your helpless mouth. You know you look a complete mess, but Taehyung stares at you with adoration. His hips continue to softly rock into your mouth, all while he continues to turn you on more with his dulcet voice.

"Tell me, Y/N. You'd love having your face fucked again, wouldn't you?"

You nod, rubbing your thighs together, the pressure making you want to pull your mouth away and riding him senselessly.

"Not gonna last, love," Taehyung whines. Your hands move to grip his thighs, pushing all of him inside your mouth, almost choking on his monstrous dick. You swirl your tongue around and swallow the mess as Taehyung releases the most lustful moans, deep groans echoing inside this tiny storage room.

Taehyung suddenly picks his pace up, fucking himself into your mouth with newfound vigour. He throws his head back, cursing and hissing at your ministrations. You slurp and suck whilst luxuriating in the way Taehyung begins to unravel.

He unexpectedly pushes you away from his dick, and you whine out of frustration, wanting him to have spilt his seed down your throat. Taehyung himself trembles at the loss, wanting to shove his cock back inside your mouth. But he resists the urge and instead pulls you up towards him, crashing your lips together and sloppily kissing you.

His sinful tongue moves in sync with yours, and you tug at his dark locks, the urge to have him inside you proliferating.

"I can't wait anymore," he smirks, spanking your ass, and cursing at the sight of you throwing your head back with rolled eyes. "Need to feel your tight pussy swallow me."

"Please, Tae.." you whine, running your hands all over his smooth chest. "Fuck me."

Taehyung feels himself become harder at your begging. He never expected you to reciprocate his energy. Taehyung always thought of you as shy and innocent, but he knew you were far from that judging by what he’s seen today. Not that he was complaining, though; if anything, the little crush he did have on you harboured into something more.

Instead of responding, Taehyung swiftly turns you around, and you come to face a stack of new books. You really shouldn't be letting him fuck you here, but you were far too pent up to stop him.

Taehyung runs his hand down your spine, and you shiver at the new sensation. "So beautiful," he mutters as he rests his hand on your ass. His hard cock rubs against your cheeks, eliciting heat to run through your core. You take a step back, rubbing yourself against him shamelessly.

The gap between the two of you is smoothly closed as Taehyung steps forward, his hot breath fanning your shoulder. He dips his head towards your ear and takes your earlobe between his lips, making you purr. Taehyung doesn't miss the chance to whisper in your ear, knowing it'll only heighten the tension.

"Can I fuck you?" He asks whilst kneading your ass with his large hands.

You laugh before responding, "You ask that now?"

"Consent is vital, my love," Taehyung mumbles, dropping his head to press a kiss against your shoulder, eliciting a shiver from you.

Fuck, this man really is going to be the end of you.

"Well, it'll never be a no from me," you reply, goosebumps forming at your slight confession. You turn around and wink at him with a knowing smirk, shocking yourself with your bold behaviour.

"Fuck, I could get used to this," he says hoarsely before turning you back around. Taehyung touches you all over as he grinds his body against yours in the most seductive way. The sweat has formed glistens against his skin, making him appear hotter than usual.

"Hurry," you whine, becoming impatient. Taehyung chuckles, and dives for your neck, biting it slightly, making you moan indulgently in his hold. Your knees buckle, but his firm grip on your hips stops you from tripping.

A devilish smirk dances across Taehyung's lips as he raises his palm, hitting it against your ass harshly.

"Fuck, Taehyung," you groan as the sting spreads. His fingers move to your pussy, gathering your slick. Taehyung sucks his coated digits, moaning at the sweetness of your arousal.

"Do you always taste this good, princess?" Taehyung grits, his hand now thumbing at your clit. "Who's got you this wet, hmm?"

"Y-you, just do something," you moan, pushing yourself back to feel Taehyung, hoping that he'd provide you with some sort of relief.

"Bet you could come just like this," he continues to rub your clit, lips brushing against your pulse point.

You shudder with pleasure, immediately conveying to him how good you feel. Taehyung removes his mouth from your pulse point to instead press delicate kisses against your jawline.

"I'd love to fuck you every day," he huskily whispers, "making you cum again and again," he adds before turning you back to face him. Taehyung mouths at you sensually, kissing you with an insatiable force that leaves you breathless when you pull away.

You arch into him, and Taehyung knows you need more. He smirks at the way you evidently fall into submission. He imagines fucking you in his bed, shower, eating you out in the library where you have to stay quiet.

"Please do something," you complain. Taehyung reaches forward, pressing kisses against the column of your throat. You drag your nails down his chest, eliciting a playful growl.

"Want me to fuck you, hmm?" Taehyung teases you. You quickly nod, moaning his name, hoping it urges him to hurry up and fuck you senseless.

Taehyung brings his warm hand to cup your breast, evoking another needy moan from you. He hisses pleasurably at your lewd sigh, and you twitch in his hold.

"I'm going to ruin you," he whispers in his low-pitched voice as he fondles your tit, dipping his head down towards your chest to press open-mouthed kisses. Taehyung decorates your skin with purple, flourishing hickies.

You feel Taehyung smirk against your skin when you let out a sultry sound.

"Really sensitive, aren't you?" he notes, his breath tickling your ear, leaving you to feel more aroused and dizzy. You physically feel your pussy gush, and your body buzzes at the unmitigated effect Taehyung has on you.

"Oh, Taehyung, please just give me your cock," you whine loudly, the need to feel him inside you growing. You swear you can combust untouched, his mere gaze enough to unravel you.

"Wanna turn around again so I can fuck you?" he sighs out against your lips before joining them together for the umpteenth time that evening.

You move your hands to cup Taehyung's cheeks, kissing him with zealous force, hoping he'd understand how needy you are.

"You're so fucking hot," he exhales wistfully, smothering his lips with yours again for an all too chaste kiss.

"Want you in me now," you prompt him urgently, "wan' your big cock."

Taehyung hastily tightens his grip on your waist, "Go on then, baby, turn around for me."

He doesn't need to tell you twice, shifting, so you're face-to-face with the books again. You glance over your shoulder fleetingly, admiring Taehyung's pleasing build.

His perfectly sculpted body, his messy black hair, built arms, and that damn smirk of his has you feeling giddy all over again. You can only wish that you're able to see this site more often. The most erotic thoughts flood your mind, and you grow more impatient, anticipating his next move.

Taehyung catches you staring at him, and a mirthy smile graces his face as he grabs hold of his length, pumping himself a few times. His tip painfully glints a burning red, and it leaves a heavy ache in your core.

Taehyung catches you off-guard, grabbing hold of your hips and yanking you back so your ass presses against him. You jump and quickly peek behind you with confused eyes, only to see a shit-eating grin on his face.

He drags the palm of his large hand down your smooth back, relishing in your silky smooth skin. "So fucking sexy," he mutters, "we're so doing this again."

Reaching for your ass, he slaps it playfully, "Gonna make you feel so good, baby. You'll never want another man."

"Taehyung, please," you groan, frustrated. He mutters a soft apology before rubbing his hard-on against your ass, stepping closer to press the length of his girthy cock against your soaked folds.

This is actually happening.

Kim Taehyung is going to fuck you, and fuck you good.

Your legs part on their own, and you arch your back, offering your ass to the man shamelessly. Taehyung curses at the salacious scene, pressing his cock further into you and somehow growing harder.

"Fucking perfect," he rasps with his mellow voice, "ready?"

"You've got me all soaked; of course, I'm ready!"

"Fuck," Taehyung laughs, groaning as he rubs the tip of his hard cock up and down your dripping pussy. He teases your hole, pressing his dick but never pushing it in. Your mouth hangs open at the contact, and your breathing quickens.

"Gonna stretch this tight cunt out so good, baby," he mumbles to himself, goading you with gentle pressure.

"Just put it in," you impatiently urge, wiggling your ass against him, tired of his unnecessary teasing.

Taehyung finally gives in, pushing against you. He slides his cock past your folds, burying himself deep inside. The two of you groan at the lewd feeling, and you mutually feel the tension rise.

Taehyung emits a guttural moan as he watches the view of him entering your tight pussy. He hears you release the most sinful sounds, and seeing you bask in the feeling of him filling you up whole makes him smile.

"Taehyung…"

"Fuck, the way you moan my name," he breathes out as he buries himself to the hilt, hips rolling into you with the deepest of strokes. "It's the only name you'll ever moan from now on."

Taehyung fits inside you snuggly, grinding in you with small and precise thrusts. His fingers dig into your hips, and his eyes fixate on the heavy swell of your ass. He groans satisfyingly, watching his cock slip in and out of you with ease, thighs rubbing against the back of yours in the most orgasmic way.

"T-Taehyung, fuck, you're too big." You whimper, your entire body craving more of him.

"But you'll learn to take it, won't you?" he prompts, shutting his eyes and dipping his head to rest at your shoulder as he begins to smack his hips into yours relentlessly. Your walls flutter, and Taehyung tries hard to contain his load, not wanting to shoot his seed inside you just yet.

"Faster.." you plead, body shaking with maximal pleasure.

Taehyung heeds, going deeper and picking up his speed to hit the best spots inside you. You press your temple against the shelving, ignoring the dull pain as he fucks you with languid, steady strokes. You feel his cock throb inside you, provoking you to moan his name again.

"Harder.." you mewl, compelling him to growl as he provides you with forceful thrusts, growling animalistically when he hears you cry out in delight. His muscular arm reaches forward, veiny hand gripping your breast, pinching your hardened nipple as he presses sloppy kisses just behind your ear, your body letting him know that it's your sensitive spot.

"That's it, pretty angel, you're doing so well," Taehyung praises, thrusting with more fidelity as your walls pulse around him, "Goddamn this pussy," he pants breathlessly. He knows you are getting close and snakes his other hand down to your clit, rubbing vigorously as he drives you closer towards the edge, eliciting the whiniest sounds from you.

"Mmm, Tae, you feel so, so good," you cry as he rams his cock further into your wetness, groaning at the sensation. His delicious abuse on your swollen clit makes you hiss in pleasure.

"That's right, Y/N. Moan, my name," Taehyung rasps, continuing his onslaught and pulling you back onto him.

"Holy shit, Taehyung!" Your knees buckle at the savouring drag of his appetising length, and hearing your name from his sinful mouth makes your eyes roll back.

"Right there, baby?"

"Oh God, yea.." you moan, nodding your head incessantly.

You mewl again, arousal spilling out of you, but Taehyung fucks it right back in. He pinches your nipple whilst simultaneously teasing your clit. Taehyung sucks a hickey on your neck, cum aching his heavy balls as he pumps into your soaked walls.

You throw your head back onto his shoulder, stretching your hand to tug at the short tendrils of his hair. Taehyung knows precisely what you mean without you having said any words.

"Wann' see your face," you whimper, "need to feel you more.."

Taehyung smirks at your neediness, pulling out of you reasonably quickly. You both wince at the loss of warmth, and he wastes no time in turning you around and lifting you up, deeply penetrating you again. Taehyung continues with the same, brisk pace as before, and you wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer to you, so your foreheads touch.

"Oh, this is much better," he murmurs, "been dreaming of this for the longest time."

"Me too. I won’t need to touch myself anymore," you purr, "I'm all yours to fuck now."

Taehyung moans deeper at your revelation, and you begin to grind against him as an attempt to alleviate the burning pressure that shoots through your core. Your moans start to turn into gasps, and you know you're more than close.

"Where do you want me to come, princess?"

"Fill me up," you manage to whimper. That probably wasn't the wisest suggestion from you, but you crave to feel full of his cum, squeezing against him to urge him more. “I want your cum inside me.”

"Holy shit!" he grunts, his orgasm hitting him. Taehyung's hot cum shoots inside you, painting your insides white. He moves impossibly closer, rubbing his face against your collarbone.

Taehyung's arm sneaks around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he repeatedly pecks you all over your face.

A romantic man indeed.

He is mindful of your sensitivity, allowing you to relax before picking up his pace again.

You're at a loss of words, the only thing on your mind being that you're being fucked full of Taehyung's cum. You notice his eyes fixated on where you both connect, and you follow his gaze.

The both of you watch your stomach clench and relax with pleasure. Taehyung's thrusts begin to stutter, and he throbs hard, fearing that he may possibly shoot his second load into you before you can even have your first release.

You sob and wail, clutching onto him tighter. Taehyung's hand cascades down towards your engorged clit, rubbing it fervently with the hopes that you'll perhaps squirt around his cock.

"Close?" he asks you as he grunts, rubbing your clit harder and faster. You vigorously nod, eyes closing as the pleasure engulfs you warmly.

"Come all over me, angel. All over my cock," he demands, rutting against you in a frantic manner.

You clench down on him as you release with a string of curse words. You ride out your climax with him, and he puts less pressure on your clit, instead enthralled as he watches you in your throes of pleasure.

Taehyung's confidence heightens, smirking as he recalls the way you've been screaming his name all evening. The simple thought of you squirting both his and your mess out spurs him on, and he swears he could fuck you all over again right now.

"That was fucking incredible." You're breathless, carefully slip out of his hold, leaning against his broad chest for support.

Taehyung pulls you into him, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head, and his arms wrap around you. Your chest swells, feeling shy as you curve further into his warm body. He dips his head down to litter soft kisses over the hickies he made, and in turn, you peck his chest before pulling yourself back to face him.

"I haven't lost any of the books, by the way," Taehyung admits, chuckling as he rests his head on top of yours.

"I figured," you snicker back, gingerly wrapping your arms around his waist.

"And I also know they're your favourite."

"Oh, really?" You awe at his cute smile.

"Yeah… I've kept them safe with the hopes that I'll get to read them to you with my deep voice you like so much." You playfully smack his chest, unable to handle the way he's exposing you.

"Well, maybe one day you can."

The two of you gently smile as you embrace one another's presence. Maybe working in your father’s bookshop wasn’t so bad of an idea.

"So… where do we go from here?" Taehyung whispers, gently stroking your hair.

You know exactly where you want to go from here.

You want to wake up to Taehyung’s messages. You want to bring him his favourite morning beverage, and walk to class with him, arm securely wrapped around his bicep.

You want to sit with him in lecture, but only pay attention to him and him only. You want to complete your assignments together, and when stress overcomes you both, you want to be able to freely ride him as he wraps his hand around your throat, fucking up into you as tears of pleasure spill from your pretty eyes.

You want Taehyung to be the one who pushes your face into his sheets as he fucks you from behind on a random Tuesday night. You want Taehyung’s deep voice to be the one that spews the filthiest of words into your ear, whispering confessions of how nothing compares to the feeling of your tight pussy engulfing his cock.

Picnics, library dates, walks in the park, spontaneous makeout sessions that result in him eating you out over and over… you want it all, and you want it all with Kim Taehyung and him only.

"Well, I'd love to go to your bedroom first" you decide to tease, staring at him with suggestive eyes, "you did say you could get used to this."

Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek, slowly nodding at your suggestion.

"I'm making you mine all over again," he whispers, flashing you his signature smirk before reaching down to join your lips again. His arms tighten around your waist, cinching you to him, and your hands entangle in his hair, feeling the silken strands between your fingers. “We’re not finishing anytime soon.”

You smile to yourself, feeling giddy as you acknowledge that your feelings for Taehyung are mutual. Swaying in his embrace, you daydream about life with him again. Waking up to him, reading in his arms, baking with him… every thought felt surreal. You know that both of you will love one another with your all, and that was something you were excited to explore with Taehyung.

"Okay, but not here!" You pull back, pouting as you examine your surroundings. "We should really clean up."

"Will do… but after this," Taehyung winks, dropping down to his knees. He parts your legs and nether lips, licking you shamelessly with his flat tongue before sucking on your clit. Your hands reach down to hold onto his messy hair, pushing him closer to your gushing cunt as you filthily moan. Taehyung pulls back to look up at you with an impish smirk before shifting his attention back to your pussy and devouring it whole.

day by day.

as surprising as it sounds, you and taehyung didn’t just meet after a considerable amount of drinks, shameless dance floor grinding, and a one-night stand turned legit relationship—because as it turns out, you two have met each other approximately three more instances in the past, every encounter building up until finally, the universe decided it was time.

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 8.2k

rating: 18+

content: fluff | smut | strangers to lovers au | a dash of supposed one-night stand au | eventual established relationship au

warning/s: profanities | a scene where yn is being bothered by a guy in a club | mention of divorced parents | implicit + explicit sexual content: making out, grinding, oral (m. + f. receiving), car sex, doggy style

author’s note. this plot feels low key confusing but i recently finished reading anxious people by fredrik backman and i completely fell in love with his writing style ! so me being me, wanted to have a go at it and have fun hehe (p.s. this has been in my drafts since november but i only got the chance to finish it now bc of 2022 grammys taehyung so hehehehehe) also dedicating this fic to @rosedtae bc rose is one of the sweetest taehyung-biased people i know !! <3

You and Taehyung first met when you were both five years old.

Only the two of you didn’t know that it was the other back then, because when you’re a kid, you don’t tend to remember the dozens of strangers you encounter as your mom forces you to accompany her to the market for two weeks’ worth of food—or based on exact scenarios that played on the night you guys met, was at a Halloween party your dad forced you to go to even though you didn’t want to and wasn’t keen to go as a fairy princess either.

No hate towards fairy princesses, of course. It’s just that you didn’t like to wear the wings that came along with the costume, heavy behind your shoulders and hitting everything it walked past at. You might have knocked a few pumpkin baskets and some decorations all over the office without you even noticing it in the first place.

When you’re a kid, you don’t tend to be that apologetic for your actions too (at least not to strangers that much), but you were, and you became more apologetic when the wire part at the end of your wings particularly knocked over a little boy’s glasses off as he came to the Halloween party as Clark Kent. Not Superman, but Clark Kent, complete with the over-waxed hair with that single twirly strand on his forehead and a button-down polo that was opened, revealing the real Superman costume inside.

That boy was Taehyung.

He stared at you the second his lensless glasses fell on the ground. You stared right back, surprised at first, before you slowly crouched down and picked it up, handing the accessory back to him.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s okay.” He smiled, eyes doing a one over on your appearance. “Are you a fairy?”

Red casted on your cheeks. “Yes.”

“That’s awesome. I’m Superman!”

“You are?”

“I am. Look—” he pointed at the logo on his chest— “it shows right here.”

“Oh, yeah.” You laughed.

That was inevitably the start of a one-night long friendship, a friendship that happens to be as shallow as it gets because forming bonds used to be much easier when you’re young and you haven’t had people prove you otherwise. And in the case of you and Taehyung, both of you enjoyed each other’s company as if you were still going to see each other again tomorrow, which maybe wasn’t as impossible as it seemed, since there have been a lot of instances wherein people claimed that the world was indeed small.

Before parting ways, all of the children of the office staff gathered together in the center of the event hall to take a picture with the mascot hired for that night. Most of the toddlers fought their way to ensure that they’d get to stand next to it, while you opted to stay by the side, one wired wing of yours hitting someone once again, only this time directly on the face, as Taehyung’s specs were pushed far too inwards on the bridge of his nose.

You two shared a look, laughed loudly, and the event photographer clicked on his camera at the precise moment you both did.

***

You and Taehyung never saw each other again until you were 14 years old. However, unlike the previous occasion that acquainted you both, you were now clueless on who the other was.

You two never really met again after that Halloween party. Your parents got divorced when you were 10 years old, and since then, you have been living a life where you seemingly had two homes. It wasn’t that depressing though; growing up, your parents were determined in not making it look like they were on bad terms—or maybe they were just excellent at hiding that they were—so you managed to carry on with your life without being too troubled about which house you had to spend every important yearly event out there, or to ask both parents attend a school program.

Taehyung, on the other hand, always had an amazing relationship with his very much in love mom and dad. In fact, it was his father too that accompanied him at the Party™; the difference between you and him was just that he didn’t really need convincing back then to attend it, considering that at that age, he was already drawn to any type of event that required him to dress up as his favorite superheroes or cartoon characters.

Anyways, despite never seeing each other again after that evening, both you and Taehyung still had a memory that involved a fairy princess and a cute toddler version of Clark Kent. You two didn’t catch each other’s names that night—hence the costume names being the only basis—because perhaps it just didn’t feel like a must to do or because even though your names were literally written on the given sticker name tag on your chests, kids just weren’t that good at reading yet to remember.

“I feel sorry for that guy,” you said to your friend as you juggled the coins left in your palm. You were in an arcade with three of your friends, just got out of school and decided to make a quick visit to the local arcade center because the four of you flunked a test five hours ago.

“Why?” asked your friend.

“Because he clearly sucks at shooting.” You nodded at the boy at the basketball hoops game.

Your friend chuckled. “It’s not like you’re any better, ____.”

“I think I am though?”

“Nah. I’m sure you’re just as bad.”

The boy at the basketball hoops game was actually Taehyung. He really wasn’t good at shooting balls admittedly too, but he was competitive, and his close family friend that felt more like his annoying older brother than anything else—who was also named Yoongi—kept on telling him that if he succeeded in beating his score, then he would buy him the PlayStation game he wanted for Christmas that year.

Yoongi was only two years older than Taehyung, and the reason why they were friends in the first place was because their mothers have been friends since college. That was the reason why Taehyung was in this arcade with him as well, because both moms were having their nails done in a nearby salon and the two boys eventually became too bored to stay still in that cramped up room filled with gossiping middle-aged ladies and a loud television playing a rerun of a show that was centered around a cheating husband and a vengeful wife to want to stay.

“One more game.” Taehyung turned to him when he failed to beat his score yet again.

Yoongi smirked. “That was supposed to be your last try, Tae.”

“Just one more!”

“Just accept it. You’re no match for me.”

“I’d have to die before I say that.” Taehyung huffed. “Come on, I promise this will be my last try.”

“And if you fail again? What will you bargain for?”

He thought about it. “Um, I don’t know, what do you want?”

“I don’t think that’s how bargaining works.”

“How does it work then?”

“Not sure, but I think it involves you giving me something that is precious to you.”

“My PlayStation console is the only precious thing I can think of at the moment.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “Okay. So, are you willing to give me your console in exchange for another chance to get a game?”

“That doesn’t sound fair at all…”

“That’s the point.”

Taehyung glared at him, making Yoongi grin. The latter was still going to convince his mom to give Taehyung a game this Christmas without him winning the bet nonetheless; he just wanted to tease the hell out of him so that he can get something out of it too.

“I’m just going to play over there now,” Taehyung said after five minutes of visibly sulking in front of Yoongi, gesturing to the side of the room where all the claw machines were positioned.

Yoongi smirked and nodded, telling him not to go anywhere out of his sight while he played another round himself with the basketball hoops, and Taehyung muttered a ‘yes’ as he trudged forward to his destination, stopping by a machine that had Pokémon medium-sized keychains inside.

He didn’t realize it at that time, but the girl that was playing the claw machine beside him was you. You appeared as oblivious as he did because like established, the two of you didn’t remember the other after the Party™. Plus, it was safe to say that both your features didn’t remain exactly the same for you to ever recognize the other; you were already undergoing puberty, so maybe if there was any time that the fairy princess and Clark Kent were going to meet again, this might not be the ideal moment for it.

Taehyung cursed quietly under his breath as the Jigglypuff he was trying to get fell from the claw, bouncing back on its previous place.

Meanwhile, you, who was still beside him, successfully caught another panda bear stuffed toy for the fourth time, which meant your job there was done.

You didn’t see him scowl at your back the second you dashed away to meet your friends. If you did, you would have asked what the problem was and proceeded to win him that Jigglypuff as a gift to stop him from looking devastated.

Because for an adolescent 14-year-old boy, Taehyung was certainly too cute for his own good for you to willingly ignore.

***

Six years later, you and Taehyung crossed paths once again. You were older (obviously) and more mature (of course) and still unfortunately unaware of each other’s existence for that matter.

This time around, you both were in an art museum that you had to go to for a general course you had in college, while Taehyung just went because it was what he wanted to do for leisure. From that sentence alone, you could understand that the two of you had different sentiments over art.

You weren’t alone, however. You were with six classmates that only included one guy you were fairly acquainted with within the group. He was Namjoon, and though you and him weren’t that close, you weren’t less than friends either. You could assume that you were friendly enough considering that throughout the whole self-tour in the exhibit, neither of you dared to leave the other’s side, clearly not that comfortable with your group mates to do so.

Oh, and Taehyung? He wasn’t alone as well; he was with a girl he’d been dating for almost a month back then, a nice sorority girl that one of his friends set him up with. The girl was basically Taehyung’s ideal type—beautiful face, beautiful personality, and most especially, she shared his love and appreciation for the arts—though the only problem was, she seemed to be hopelessly hung over an ex, judging by how she kept on uttering the guy’s name every time an opportunity rose, much to Taehyung’s disappointment.

Regardless of that, she hasn’t done anything that was truly worth breaking up for (Taehyung was in denial that this relationship was bound to erupt in flames sooner or later), hence why he kept on doing everything that could possibly make him like her more—the reason why they were in this art exhibit for starters too.

“Can I stop by the restroom real quickly?” she asked him as they walked to the other hall.

“Sure.” Taehyung smiled.

As she fled, Taehyung stopped by a huge painting. It was an abstract one, with lots of circles and squares in particular and various colors adorning it. He was too busy staring at it, analyzing it, appreciating it, to notice the group of college students in the same age range as he was scurrying beside him, examining the same painting with you and Namjoon in that very group, just positioned at the far back where the both of you could be mistaken not to be a part of them in the first place.

You and Taehyung never met eyes, nor did they notice each other. You and him just stood a few feet away, minding your own business, until Taehyung’s date came back, and your group moved to another spot.

For a split second, your arms almost touched as you passed rough one another. You were busy talking to Namjoon to notice, while Taehyung was too preoccupied with his girlfriend to take mind of almost bumping into the stranger if it weren’t for you, the said stranger, who moved slightly to the opposite direction that prevented your collision.

The next time you and Taehyung would meet, it wouldn’t just be your elbows that would find themselves crashing, but perhaps something near your cupid’s bows as well.

***

You and Taehyung were hanging around in the same club when the both of you were already 25 years old.

It was a Friday night, and your partygoer of a best friend insisted that you girls take the time to unwind after a busy week from work. You had complained to them prior about a co-worker that was driving you absolutely nuts, mostly because the co-worker kept on asking you ridiculous questions and bothering you with requests that you knew very well could be accomplished on her own, but of course, you being the ever accommodating officemate tried to be as helpful as you could considering that that co-worker of yours was a relatively new employee in the company.

“Don’t look just yet—” one of your besties began to whisper towards you— “but a really hot guy is staring at you right now.”

You raised your eyebrows, pausing in sipping your drink before placing it down gently on the small table, intrigued to say the least. “How hot are we talking about?”

“Too hot.”

“Be more specific.”

“He could be an actor or a model if he wasn’t already.”

“Is he my type?”

Your bestie stole a longer glance at the stranger she was pertaining to. “I don’t think so. But he’s hot enough to compensate for that.”

The guy she was talking about wasn’t Taehyung. It was surprisingly the jerk he was going to save you from approximately 10 minutes from that moment, just when you and your friends decided to go to the dance floor to have fun and sway along the music and the man that’s been eyeing you made his way to where you were, intending to catch your name and maybe have more than just your number before the night ended.

In the same dance floor, Taehyung was screaming the lyrics of the song that was playing inside the club with his three companions: Jimin, Jeongguk, and Hoseok. The four of them went here upon Jimin’s request, reckoning that their friend group had failed to do anything fun for the last couple of months after Hoseok got himself a steady girlfriend. Of course, they didn’t hate the girl nor directly blamed her for Hoseok’s sudden retirement from the party life, but it would have been nice to still go out every once and a while and let loose with Hoseok included in the get together and not just via facetime or a vide being sent to the latter, urging him to go the next time they went partying.

While Taehyung sang on the top of his lungs, his line of vision abruptly fell on a girl dancing by the far-right side—only she wasn’t dancing that much anymore and was more like arguing with the man that was just standing behind her, evidently frustrated with her expression hard and body language defensive.

Taehyung couldn’t help but stare a little too long, curious, and vigilant since this scene that was playing in front of his eyes was something he was well familiar with, especially in a club filled with people who typically kept themselves out of the matters of other people. And in the exact time the girl—you, as it should be pointed out now—shoved the guy’s chest to have him have an acceptable distance between the both of you, that’s when Taehyung found himself striding to your spot, hurriedly marching and placing a solid palm on the man’s shoulder to push him back when he attempted to approach you again.

“That’s enough, dude,” said Taehyung coolly, forming a barrier with his body as he stood between you and the man.

You looked at Taehyung, not able to see his face from where you were situated due to his stance. He conversed with the guy that was bothering you, unfortunately the same guy who one of your best friends repeatedly claimed was hot, which wasn’t entirely untrue but because of shitty personality he just showcased and the arrogance that was literally oozing off his body, you immediately knew that you weren’t going to go ahead and waste your time on him, a fact that he obviously couldn’t accept that easily as he continuously pestered you in giving him more of your attention.

Sometimes, that’s what you hated about handsome guys who indeed knew they were handsome. It gets in their heads too much and then they have themselves convinced that any person that would even think about rejecting them would be making the biggest mistake of their life, as exhibited by this fellow that Taehyung was still trying to get rid of in the nicest way possible to avoid a fight from ensuing.

“Who the fuck even are you?” The guy scoffed at Taehyung. “If anyone should scurry off, it’s you.”

“Actually,” you recomposed yourself, clearing your throat and impulsively hooking an arm around Taehyung’s, “he’s the boyfriend I’ve been telling you about.”

Yeah, you’ve been using the ‘sorry, I have a boyfriend’ card since you got a whiff of his bad aura from the first sentence that slipped off his mouth, and yet he didn’t care one bit, believing that you were just lying (which you clearly were) to get him away.

The jerk scoffed once more. “Do you expect me to believe that bullshit?”

“Now, you’re just being pathetic,” Taehyung said with an annoyed laugh, playing along. “What does my girlfriend have to do to make you leave, huh? Is it that hard for you to find another person who might tolerate your shit that you have to keep on acting desperate?”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“Oh, look, he’s more stupid than I thought too.” He drawled.

That hit the nerve, though instead of biting back, a bouncer appeared, led by one of your friends, and the guy rolled his eyes, no longer planning to execute what he was intending to do before leaving the scene. However, before he finally did, he didn’t stop himself from making a fool of himself one last time by shouting at the bouncer in annoyance to create an illusion that the reason why he was fleeing wasn’t because he was as hell intimidated by the tall and buff guy, but because he was somehow the one being burdened in this situation and not you.

“Hey, are you fine?” your friend asked, her eyes flickering from your face in worry to your grip on Taehyung’s arm that was still tight. She raised her eyebrows at the sight, a smirk ultimately conquering her features as she got a clear message of what exactly was happening here, and when you noticed it, your cheeks burned, glancing sideways and coincidentally locking stares with Taehyung that took your breath away. “Well, it seems that you are,” she said. “I’ll just be at our table, okay?”

You replied with a nod, a nod that was so half-hearted you didn’t even look at her as you did so, too distracted by Taehyung who was gazing at you so earnestly as you were gazing at him in return. “I’m ____,” you dazedly murmured, unsure on how you were going to begin without sounding too awkward, failing anyways with what you just embarrassingly said.

He smiled, a gentle hand grabbing yours that was holding his arm so he could properly grasp it on his own instead in a form of a handshake. “You doing okay, ____?”

“Yeah…”

“Good.” He couldn’t let go of you just yet. “I, uh, wanted to say sorry for intruding, by the way. I know maybe you could have handled it on your own but—”

“Don’t worry.” You cut him off, smiling, subtly admiring his handsome visuals that was frankly inclined to your ‘type’ (you used to believe that you didn’t have a type—until you imagined all the guys you’ve liked in one room, and you realized that you sort of did have one, with Taehyung notably being able to blend in just alright in that said room). “I appreciate the help, nonetheless. And I have a feeling that he would have done worse before my friend came along, so thank you for being here.”

“Glad I was.” Taehyung gave your hand a gentle squeeze, a sign that he was about to retract his hand back, but you unthinkingly squeezed it just as he was pulling away to keep him in place.

“Is it okay if I buy you a drink? As thanks?” you shyly asked, it was now or never, stepping closer so holding his hand wouldn’t be such an effort given the distance of your bodies. “Only if you want to, though. No pressure.”

He chuckled, peeking at your hands for a second and then turning his focus on you. “I think I’d like it more if I buy you a drink, to be honest.”

“But that would defeat the purpose of my supposed act of gratitude.”

“You wanting to share a drink with me alone is enough, ____.”

Your insides tingled at the sound of your name falling out of his mouth again, accompanied by his voice that registered in your ears too pleasantly. “Well, if you really insist…”

Taehyung grinned, biting the bottom of his lips and slowly tugging you to the bar counter, keeping you close amidst the dozens of people dancing and jumping around you so that you wouldn’t get lost in the sea of the crowd.

Reaching your destination, Taehyung assisted you on sitting on the moderately high stool and you had the bravery to hold onto his shoulders for support when you did, the booze you’ve consumed earlier letting you have a go at spending its effective liquid courage that you once more didn’t draw your palms back as fast as you should have.

“You haven’t told me your name yet,” you said, fingers latched on his shoulder blades, the pad of thumbs slightly pressing on his flesh.

He was definitely further attracted to you at this point. All he wanted to do earlier was save this pretty stranger from trouble for the shallow reason that you were indeed pretty, but he didn’t expect that he would get more than a thank you after it was done.

Okay, maybe he was hoping that he would—though the part that he didn’t think would happen was you being this confident or even being a bigger flirt than him. “It’s Taehyung,” he said.

“Taehyung,” you repeated. “Familiar name.”

“It is quite common. Wouldn’t question it if you already had a friend who has the same name.”

“Nope, I think I would have remembered if that was the case.”

Of course, the name ‘Taehyung’ was familiar to you because you read it 20 years ago on a young boy’s name tag at the Halloween party. You didn’t remember however, like how Taehyung didn’t remember that you were the fairy princess included in the fond memories of his childhood. Regardless, it was no question that the both of you were experiencing this quick connection that allowed you to feel this comfortable with each other despite only formally meeting for the first time since you were kids.

“Can I buy you that drink now?” Taehyung wondered out loud while blatantly staring at your lips when you did it first, just an innocent glance that you didn’t mean to do for longer than a second but inevitably did in the end.

With a nod, you leaned towards his ear and whispered your preferred drink, Taehyung smiling and turning to the bartender to relay the order.

***

It was funny how the universe had to wait for so long before it granted the two of you the chance to meet. Though it seemed as if everything was going according to plan, because it so happened that you and Taehyung were in the stage of your life where you were content with what you had: a not perfect but happy family, friends that were here to stay, somehow adequate jobs that paid enough to be tolerable and not resign from. The only thing missing was a person to love, which wasn’t a requirement for adults in their mid-20s, but nonetheless a nice addition to cherish when you’re in a flourishing age.

The problem was, however, that you and Taehyung didn’t really realize that a serious relationship was what was installed for you both, because after a few more drinks, conversations, and eventually, some rather sensual grinding back in the dance floor, you found yourselves in one of the corners of the club, shamelessly making out, your fingers lightly pulling his hair as his hands kneaded your waist, thinking that this was just going to be a fun one-night stand shared between a guy who helped the pretty girl and nothing else.

“Hmm,” you hummed as he placed kisses on your jaw, down to the base of your throat, nipping and licking, “my place is 40 minutes away, give or take. How about yours?”

Taehyung leaned back, chuckling again at your straightforwardness before capturing your mouth, slipping his tongue inside at the instance you let out a breathy moan when his large hands moved to your ass. “20 to 30, depends on the traffic,” he answered right against you.

“Damn it,” you frowned, “that’s too long.”

“I brought my car with me,” he added immediately, a clear offer of an alternative. “I’m supposed to be the designated driver tonight, that’s why. Are you good with that?”

You grinned, heart leaping out in happiness (or horniness). “I’ll be good with anything other than the toilets.”

With another chuckle and a long kiss, you and Taehyung hurriedly made rounds inside the club to say your farewells to your friends, not letting them respond that much as you literally just shouted that you were heading somewhere else before running away, the both of you in giddy laughter with your hands glued together while you exited to the back where the parking lot was nearest.

There, Taehyung couldn’t hold himself back from kissing you with excitement until he spotted his car; he clumsily fumbled with his key fob to unlock the vehicle, opening the door to the backseat, gesturing for you to freely enter, and watched as you crawled inside, hastily dragging him closer to you the second he closed the door behind him and locked the car again.

“You’re clean and have a condom, right?” you asked after a few minutes of grinding on his lap; your mind was a little hazy from the alcoholic beverages, but you knew you were still sane to absolutely want to suck this man’s dick and let him do all the things he wanted to do to you.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you in the first place if I wasn’t and didn’t.” He teased with a grunt, helping you take your top off. “You?”

“Wouldn’t have let you bring me here in the first place too if I wasn’t.”

“Smartass.”

You smirked and returned to heavily making out with Taehyung, whimpering as he intentionally brought you down harsher on his clothed hard cock, thrusting up and pushing you lower at the same time, causing more friction to take place on where you longed for it the most.

Needless to say, you both got what you were hoping for.

You sucked him off sloppily, Taehyung grunting and guiding your head in the pace he desired, stopping when he was one pump away from blowing his load right at your face. He then urged you to lay back, murmuring that he was going to return the favor with a cheeky grin, and god—when you say that he was so fucking good with his tongue on your heat, you really, truly, mean it. You might even go as far as saying that he was the best man who has ever eaten you out, going down at you like he’s been craving for the taste of you since forever.

“Fuck, that feels—” you moaned, bumping your head on the car window.

He glanced up from between your legs, chuckling a bit though concern could be seen in his eyes. “Be careful, sweetie.”

You whined, the pain ignored for how could you give your attention to that when Taehyung’s pursed lips on your clit was driving you nuts? “I, I—too good—shit—Taehyung, p-please—” you uttered more nonsense, unconsciously sliding yourself farther from him at the stimulating sensation but his arms were quick to haul you closer each time you did, the ministrations always better than the last.

You came strongly shortly after, thighs convulsing and Taehyung diving his face deeper to your pussy, desperately sucking and fucking you with his tongue with a loud growl of pleasure. You couldn’t remember a moment wherein someone managed to make you come with his tongue alone, further proving your point earlier about his crazy skills in oral that you were already thinking about how Taehyung was going to be the standard from this point forward.

He slithered higher so you could be in level again, mouth no longer hesitating to crash onto yours. “Wanna be inside you so bad now,” he admitted, the ripping of the foiled packet being heard.

“Do it.”

“Yeah?” He rolled the rubber on his dick. “Think you’re ready to take me, sweetheart?”

You moaned, staring at Taehyung while he spat on the palm of his hand and brought it down to his shaft, spreading it. “Yes. Yes—please. Please fuck me.”

He pressed a kiss on your cheek. “You’re so hot when you beg like that.”

“Please,” you said again, your speech sounding like a whimper, and Taehyung grumbled, his tip entering your folds in the most languid way he could for you to adjust well. “Please, please—” you whined over and over, a plea to have him move quicker, until finally, he had you pierced to the hilt and your next word was barely audible, the ecstasy that came along in getting filled so amazingly rendering you speechless.

“Shit, you feel amazing, ___.” He pulled back and slammed his hips right in, the rhythm he’s setting building up rapidly. “Gonna make me fucking come fast with this warm tight cunt.”

His filthy statements had you clenching, Taehyung gasping and biting at your collarbone to control himself because of it. He was having a crisis on whether savoring this moment with you or pounding on you with every power he had left; about 10 minutes in—more or less, he couldn’t keep track, he was too consumed with your sweet sounds of pleasure, kisses, and touches—Taehyung decided to screw everything and just let his desire command him, pulling out of you and instructing you to get on your hands and knees in the backseat so he could fuck you from behind.

“Oh my god!” you cried, ass pushed back while he gripped your cheeks roughly, slapping them hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—right there, right there—don’t stop—!”

You were close to coming for the second time. He could feel that, could feel your warm walls pulsating and squeezing him amazingly, that he started to thrust in and out of you with more determination, wanting to get another orgasm from you and even get you to do it at the exact time he was going to.

“I’m close.” He grunted. “Don’t come until I tell you to, okay?”

You whined in protest. “I, I can’t—”

“You can.” Taehyung fell on top of you, his clothed chest in contact with your bare back. He sucked on your earlobe, his hips resorting to slow and rough thrusts that didn’t help you with your situation at all. “Won’t take too long, I promise. Just wanna feel you do the same when I do, sweetie.”

You tried to give in to his request, you really did, but it was so damn difficult.

“Little more,” he whispered in encouragement, thrusts languidly returning to its previous speed, fingers brushing over to your clit. “Stay being good for me.” He kissed your shoulder, teeth biting on the skin. “I promise I’ll make you come on my mouth again after this too.”

“Don’t say that,” you complained.

He snickered.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to hold back any longer, because soon Taehyung was shooting his seed inside the condom, strumming your clit to add more stimulation, and urging you to come for him. You did—without any form of reluctance, this following orgasm hitting you with an unexplainable force that cannot be competed against the previous one. All you could say was that it made you moan so fucking loud that you were sure you could be heard from outside, your eyes rolling back and your body going into some sort of frenzy that made it impossible for you to calm down that quick, Taehyung’s praises worsening your weakened state, catching you as your knees grew tired of holding up.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he cooed, assisting you in taking a seat on his lap once he was done discarding the condom. He was gentler this time, acting as if you were truly something fragile while he took you in his arms.

You straddled his waist, head pressing on his shoulder in exhaustion, before he gently lifted your chin up and led your lips to his, kissing you, soft and wet lips on yours.

“You’re amazing,” he said.

You kissed him back, encircling your arms around his neck and angling your face to the side. “You too.”

“Do you think it’ll be crazy of me if I ask you out on a date right now?”

You paused, surprised to receive that question when you haven’t even recovered from your high that much yet. However, any sign of joking you were trying to find on his expression was absent, and you were convinced that he wasn’t just saying that just to get a reaction.

“I want to see you again after this,” he confessed as you failed to speak. “I’d drive us to some cafe right now, honestly, and do that date there, but I think it’d be nicer if we were both prepared and not worn out like this.”

“You’d want to see me again?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He grinned, pecking your mouth. “Figured since I magically just skipped all the bases and landed a homerun before the first date, I might as well do this properly.”

You copied the grin on his features, a part of you in disbelief still. “You don’t have to, though. I’m not going to act all petty and hurt if this just ends up as a one-night stand.”

“Why? I’m not bad, am I?”

“No. You were already too good—hell, best I ever got recently—” he raised his eyebrows at that— “that’s why I’m not going to make it a big deal.”

“But that’s the thing, ____.” He caressed your waist. “I think I don’t want it to just be a one-night stand.”

“The sex is still messing with your mind, isn’t it?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. I’m serious, you know?”

“I want to believe that you are. But a lot of guys have definitely pulled something like this on me just to leave a good impression before I’m ghosted.”

“I wouldn’t ghost you.”

“You can’t be sure of that.”

“Fine.” Taehyung wrinkled his forehead. “Let’s just do that date right now like I said then.”

“Huh?”

“Then after we get that coffee, give me your number. And when I drive you home and get home myself, I’m going to text you and invite you to a brunch date tomorrow. How about that?”

You gazed at him, half-fascinated and half-suspicious. “You are crazy.” You told him. “I just fucked a crazy person.”

He knew you were teasing; it was amusing, and he had an impulse of making out with you again. “Just say yes or no, ____. Don’t make me nervous.”

“You’re nervous right now?”

He grabbed your hand and pressed it on his chest, the spot where his heart is supposed to be. “I’m palpitating.”

“That still could be from the sex.”

“Stop being a smartass for God’s sake.” He appeared to pout, emitting a laugh out of you. It was cute for a guy who just railed you to the heavens in this very car.

“Okay, okay—I’ll take your word more seriously,” you said as you scooted nearer, granting him that kiss he’s been thinking about for a few seconds now.

He grinned on your mouth almost instantly, playfully raking his teeth on your bottom lip. God, you were going nuts about how much of a great kisser he was too. “So, you’ll go out with me?”

“Sure.” You shrugged in a nonchalant manner. “Why not?”

“Later or tomorrow?”

“Whichever you decide.”

“How about tomorrow? But I’ll get to have you all day.”

You snorted. “Now, you’re just plainly abusing the power I’m giving you.”

“Don’t you want to?” he asked, palms back on your ass, rocking you towards him, and you didn’t think you would be this turned on once more. “Don’t you want to have me all for yourself tomorrow?”

Blood rushed to your cheeks at the new kind of shyness you were experiencing. He was purposely flustering you, his confidence telling you that he was aware of how you were attracted to him, and normally, you would have been unfazed about a guy’s attempts to do so (because most of the time, it was just their ego making them act that way)—but this was Taehyung, and as you’ve constantly reiterated so many times this night, you couldn’t completely grasp the connection you were feeling about him and the effect he had on you to do what you usually did.

“I do,” you replied, longer than you should have, and he didn’t conceal that relieved sigh he did when you finally answered. “I, I want that.”

“Perfect.” He firmly pressed your lips against each other.

You didn’t say anything else, just carried on kissing him, embracing him, and giving him the permission to do the promise he made earlier.

When morning came the next day, you woke up to a hundred texts from your best friends in the group chat, demanding a story from you about the ‘hot guy’ you got out of the club with. You smiled to yourself, about to answer, when just like how destiny has been truly working in your favor and somehow forcing it to your face in its odd ways, a text from Taehyung popped up at the top of your screen.

You remembered then that you exchanged numbers last night before he dropped you off at your place.

Taehyung: Good morning :) We’re still on for brunch, right?

You: who’s this?

Taehyung: Not funny 😤

You: hehe just kidding yes we’re still on for brunch i’ll have you all day for myself, don’t i?

Taehyung: Yes. I’m all yours today ❤️

You: good 🥰

You certainly didn’t think that that would be the beginning of something far greater than just a one-night stand.

***

You and Taehyung have been in an exclusive relationship for 7 months. It happened after three more dates from the daresay unexpected meeting at the club.

So far, it was going splendid, smooth, and all adjectives that could convey how you two were both smitten and hopelessly crazy for the other. You didn’t reckon that you’d feel such a way for a man that you only wanted a good time with, but here you were, months later with that said man laying down on your chest after telling you that he was going to stop by at your place after a half-day at work while you filed a leave to fulfill a task that was impossible to do now because of his presence.

“I’m supposed to be cleaning my apartment,” you muttered, your tone trying to convey annoyance but the way you were stroking his hair told him otherwise.

Taehyung chuckled, raising his head to look at you before placing an affectionate peck on your chin. “I’m being a distraction, aren’t I?”

“I’m glad you’re at least aware that you are.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” You smirked. “If you were, you would have gotten off me five minutes ago when I said I seriously needed to start vacuuming.”

“Well, you didn’t sound convincing enough.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

“Clearly.” He grinned and placed a long kiss on your mouth when he perched himself higher. “You should have just pushed me off you if you really wanted to clean.”

You rolled your eyes, a comeback waiting to be thrown towards him but the notification sound of your cellphone ruined the moment before you could, causing you to avert your eyes to where the device was laid on the table and for Taehyung to automatically get it and hand it over to you.

He went back to pressing the side of his head against your chest while you checked your phone.

Turned out, it was just a chat from your dad with an image attached alongside the message he sent. You were already guessing that it was another update about the current move he was doing with his wife (not your mom, just to get that across again); the former two got married three months ago and were in the process of moving their belongings to their new home, something that was seemingly always the topic these days as your dad picked up the habit of sending random things he just found as he packed and unpacked from his previous place to the new one.

For this instance, it was obviously a picture from a photo album that you even forgot existed, a picture that was a little pixelated because of how it was zoomed in, but you could still see what your dad was trying to show you upon forwarding the image—a toddler version of you who was wearing a fairy princess outfit in the Halloween party you could recall you were forcefully dragged into.

You snickered, more so at the caption that you dad had:

Dad: you looked weird in the costume haha

You: thanks for telling me 2 decades later dad

“Babe,” you called to get Taehyung’s attention, “look at what my dad just sent me.”

You lowered your phone down so he could catch a glimpse of the screen.

Taehyung grinned automatically, fond at how you looked adorable in the photograph, though soon inevitably moved his gaze to the boy beside you that was included in the cropped photo, the one with the similar playful smile that you from before was bearing in that moment, and then began to realize why the Clark Kent outfit that the little guy was wearing seemed to have triggered some part of his brain as he realized that he was looking at the younger version of himself and you over and over again.

He immediately sat up, furrowing his eyebrows in amazement. “Is this really you?” he asked. “The fairy princess. It’s you?”

“Yeah?” you answered with a chuckle, puzzled on why he was looking at you like he was seeing you for the first time. “I mean, there’s no way I’m the Superman, which is the boy—”

“—beside you, yeah. He’s dressed up as Clark Kent, making him Superman.” He finished.

“You’re right…” you trailed; you were even more dumbfounded at his smooth supply of words, especially with how he was still giving you that stare of amazement. “Uh, Taehyung, is there—”

No matter how cliche it was, your next sentence got cut off due to the manner in which Taehyung launched himself towards you, kissing you with more vigor than he had seconds ago, your head pressing firmer against the pillow from behind as he laid fully on you.

You were still at loss with whatever it was that was happening, no clue on why he was suddenly attacking your face with loving kisses and why he was doing it with this big grin on his lips. However, regardless of your curious thoughts, you didn’t bring yourself to ask nor address it as fast as you normally would have, for you were not one to certainly deny any form of sweet gestures like this from your boyfriend too.

“It’s you,” he murmured breathlessly against your lips; you could literally feel his whole body buzzing with happiness, and you wished that you could understand quicker on where this kind of feeling was coming from him. “It’s you. I can’t believe it’s you, ____.”

“What?” You laughed, the tickling sensation of his lips on your throat making you do so. “What do you mean, Tae?”

“The fairy princess,” he immediately said. “You’re the fairy princess.”

“Yeah… I just said I am? What’s with this reaction? Do you have a thing for—”

“___,” he was still grinning like an idiot, the way he said your name causing something to stir inside your stomach, “listen to me. You’re the fairy princess. And I’m… I’m the—” he took a deep breath as an attempt to make his next words clearer somehow as he was aware that was probably overwhelming you with his actions— “I’m Clark Kent. I’m Superman. I’m him, sweetheart.”

You stared at Taehyung. Really stared at him.

Of course, there was no way you could possibly remember what that little boy from before exactly looked like, so you resort to abruptly getting your phone again and placing it beside Taehyung’s face, comparing his features with the child that you considered to be a part of one of your fondest and earliest memories.

Undoubtedly, the both of them had the same eyes—the same damn bread cheeks you adored as well! And the more you took in the photograph and your boyfriend’s face right next to it, the more it was sinking in that he truly was the Clark Kent you met a few years back.

That you’ve had the chance to meet him in the past, when you were only five years old for crying out loud, and yet only recently did you get to know him on a more personal level, something that you might have hoped for even then.

“Oh my God?” you exclaimed as realization hit you once more, Taehyung’s permanent grin widening. “Oh my God! I can’t believe—how is this possible? How can you be this kid?” You laughed and he kissed you full on the mouth the moment you did, no ready explanation from him but it’s not like he knew either. The both of you were so surprised to discover that your first meeting in the club apparently wasn’t the first like you thought.

“God,” Taehyung giggled, “I’ve always had a hunch that when it came to you—there were no coincidences whatsoever. But this? This is a whole new level of destiny.”

“This is crazy.”

“It’s destiny, I tell you.”

“I’d agree with you but that honestly sounds so cheesy.”

He rolled his eyes at your teasing, and then his gaze softened, face lowering down to yours to give you one more slow and passionate kiss, one that literally took your breath away once it was done. “I love you,” he said, in such a casual and easy tone, like he has said it for over a million times and not for the first. “Been meaning to say that for a while now, don’t know why I always hesitated, but maybe because it needed to be said right here and not any other time.”

You smiled, heart bursting at the surge of emotions going through your system because of his statement. “I love you too, Taehyung.” You kissed him again, teeths almost clashing when you did. “My Superman. My Clark Kent.”

He hummed appreciatively. “That sounds kinda sexy when you say it like that.”

Another kiss.

“Fairy princess doesn’t. That’s unfair.”

Another kiss. Longer. His hands were moving under your shirt and your next breath hitched at once because of the movement.

“That’s okay. You can do nothing and still be sexy as fuck.”

You laughed. “Whatever. You’re going to help me clean my apartment after we’re done with this.”

“Done with what?” he teased.

You didn’t answer him, you just pulled him in for the nth kiss that afternoon, Taehyung snickering as he pressed himself deliciously against you.

Who would have thought that the little boy who got hit by your wings 20 years ago would be the same man that was making out with you like his life depended on it? Certainly not you, and certainly not Taehyung—but hey, who were the both of you to question destiny, right?

tysm for reading & feedback is always appreciated ,,( ˘ ³˘)♡

freefall | kth

summary: hearing banging noises outside your front door at 11 at night could mean one out of two things. one, you are seconds away from getting chopped up by an axe murderer. two, someone is purposefully being an inconsiderate asshole.

or three, a fratboy from delta phi who goes by the name of kim taehyung faceplants in front of your door amidst a high-stakes game of… hide and seek?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, smut (pretty tame tbh! cuz it’s my first time eek), comedy, college!au, fratboy!au

word count: 10k

warnings: RATED 18+, grinding, dryhumping, palming, mentions of drugs and alcohol (yk regular frat shit), swearing, taehyung is a gentleman fr tho my gawd with a big co-

A/N: i’d just like to thank everyone for the immense amount of support or else i would have never had the confidence in myself and my writing to try to create and post something of this nature. i hope u reading as much as i enjoyed writing this fr! i’d like to give huge shoutouts to some special peeps that were with me throughout the process of me writing this: LINH !! @latetaektalk , i’ve absolutely adored u and ur work for the longest time and u beta reading my work meant the world, truly. SOULMATE! @pjmsdior , who always looks over my work for me and is just the kindest and cutest soul. meekers @tomotae , slay i make u read all my work but im finally writing smut now duh, she is very happy for this monumental event the most i think. and last but not least the bestie 4L @koushiningg , whom i made read this last night at their house which was the funniest shit ever. once again, hope u enjoy reading!!! sending luv always, jumi <3

taglist: @nap-of-a-starr @ppeachyttae @tetesland @taestrwbrry @je0nmin @rooo-tah @delusionalsnack (not working) @jeontier @taeshobipop​

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This was the most serenity you’ve felt in weeks. 

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daisy | kth (m.) (teaser)

➵ summary: sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyung’s child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughter—daisy.

↳ a request for @btsgoldnetwork​​ ‘s two hearts, one love event!

➵ pairing: taehyung x reader

➵ genre: rivals/fuck buddies to lovers!au, accidental pregnancy, young parents!au, artist!au, the fluffiest fluff, light angst, smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 1k, (16k for full fic)

➵ warnings (for this teaser): swearing, accidental pregnancy, depictions of sexual content

➵ release date: april 16th, 2022. 

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the arrangement | kim taehyung au

summary | thinking to make a joke out of it you find yourself signing up to a website filled with rich men looking for special services. upon those men you meet Kim Taehyung, a workaholic rich man in search of a fake girlfriend. lines between fake and real affection begin to blur as you both find yourself attracted to the other.

warnings | escort!y/n, business man! Tae, fake dating, age gap (6 years, 20/21–26/27), Tae pays her to date him, smut, car sex, lowkey domestic Tae, hint of Jungkook x reader, cunnilingus, blowjob, Jaír pulling, riding, raw sex, make out, public sex, future angst?

This wasn’t like you, not exactly anyway. Sure, you’d found yourself going on dates simply to have a free dinner or free drinks but this was different. This was more formal. You didn’t know how to act or what to think right now so you barely even spoke up. It was an awkward silence between you two but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead he looked perfectly fine with your prolonged silence and chose to keep his eyes on the menu before him instead.

Why did you even agree to this? To be fair, you were extremely drunk the night you and your friend signed up to this website and you honestly completely forgot about it until just the other night when you received a message. You had thought it was just going to be some big joke you and Mina would soon laugh over the fact you applied to a dating service website. Not just any ordinary dating website either, it was one filled with escort services, can you believe it? When you signed up you definitely didn’t expect to actually go out with anyone from there simply because you never thought anyone would message you with serious inquiries. Now you found yourself sitting across from the last man on Earth that you could picture signing up to the website.

He was young, mid twenties maybe, his hair was a dark brown/black and his eyebrows were sharp. He wore a suit and sat stiffly with perfect posture. His gaze was low like he had better things to do and he probably did. His name was Kim Taehyung, at least that’s what his profile said, he’d yet to introduce himself in person though. And when he looked back up to you you were sure he’d be ending the dinner sooner rather than later. He took in a small breath as he raised his wrist to check the time, “Well there’s no point in beating around the bush so how about I start?”

Your brows knitted together as he waited for you to reject before continuing, “You see I am at that age where my parents would like me to start looking for a wife.” Your eyes practically bulged out as you took a sip of your wine practically choking. He slid your glass of water closer to you as he went on, “And, as much as I’d be open to getting married it’s definitely not to any of the women my mother has in mind. So, in order to stall a little I’ve decided to pretend like I’m seeing someone just so they can get off my back for a little.”

You just nodded suddenly feeling the nerves in your stomach double in size as you looked down at your phone again debating if you should call Mina or even Yoongi to come and pick you up. Listen, you signed up for a sugar daddy not some sort of family lying scheme that you definitely did not care for. You looked up at him again finding his state stuck on you.

“That is where you’ll come in Miss Y/n, all I’m asking for is a couple days out of the week where I can borrow your presence to pretend a relationship believable enough for my family,” he added finally after realizing you weren’t going to be speaking up any time soon, “I found the website and applied because I assumed maybe someone was looking to fit the exact role I’m providing. We would discuss a reasonable weekly allowance for your services and I wouldn’t ask you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. Though of course if I have you at social events we’ll probably need to at the very least kiss and hold each other.”

“Wait, so why don’t you just get a real girlfriend then?” You asked not because you were going to turn him down but more so because it just didn’t make sense, “It’d probably save you a lot of money.”

He nodded taking in your words and processing them in his head so he could conclude a proper response, “Money is not an issue and simply because I just don’t have the time to go out and meet someone, take them on dates, get to know them and finally ask them when I’m ready. Not to mention I am in no place right now to be in search of a real relationship. This seems way more convenient considering I wouldn’t have to be calling you every second of the day and giving you my sole attention when we’re not even together. It’s just for show and that’s exactly what I need.”

When the server came around for your orders he paid close attention to you thankful for the distraction the server provided. You weren’t his type, not in the slightest. He had a tendency to go for women with a different physique, style, and mannerism. It wasn’t to say you weren’t attractive either, he wouldn’t have messaged you if he thought you were even the slightest bit of unattractive. Your profile had caught his attention because of the simplicity of it, none of the forced posed pictures or horrible bio description of what you were looking for on the website. You only had a couple pictures and your bio was simply your age and where you went to school. Yes, you were in school. A university student looking for a little extra cash and he was going to take you in like a charity case as long as you were able to help him too.

He wasn’t doing this for the sake of a sexual relationship though of course if the occasion were to arise he’s sure he wouldn’t have any problem sleeping with you. Hell, it’d make his life a whole lot easier if that were the case but he knew it wasn’t so he wouldn’t ask you to. Just a way for him to feed his own needs while not having to go through any of the difficulties of sleeping with someone and having to explain where they stood.

You took a deep breath looking back to him catching him assessing you. With your lip pulled between your teeth you ran your fingers through your hair, “So what? Am I gonna have specific days that I have to see you then?”

He shook his head, “Consider it commission based. When I need your presence I’ll let you know, it can be inconvenient and I understand that therefore I’m offering a weekly allowance of whatever rate you choose or how I often I see you. If I request to see your three times in one week your allowance will be bigger than it would be if I only see you once in two weeks. Does that make sense? I pride myself in finding appropriate work and you can see this whole arrangement as a job and I would not mind it one bit. I’d probably prefer it myself considering that’d keep this as professional as possible.”

You didn’t give him an answer that night. He said you could have a few days to think it over and if you agreed to it he’d provide you with a NDA written by his assistant.

“If you don’t do it I promise you I will murder you in your sleep,” Mina had told you that night when you returned home. Her and Yoongi were all too thrilled to hear the story about your sudden date with a possible sugar daddy and were bombarding you with questions before you even had two feet in the door.

“And I’ll help her,” Yoongi added flopping down onto your bed as you removed your make up at your vanity, “He’s gonna pay you to pretend be his girlfriend and you don’t even have to have sex with him? I fucking wish, it’s probably better than that shitty bookstore job you have.”

“Hey!” You turned around abruptly, “I love that job,” you turned your back to them again and shrugged, “Plus nobody said I’m turning it down I just think it’s weird. I always imagined my sugar daddy to be like 52 with no kids and too much money to know what to do with.”

“Right because that’s so much better than a 26 year old business man who is the son of a CEO might I add!” Mina slapped her hands down on your shoulders shaking you in her hold, “You better text him soon and tell him you’ll do it or pass him over to me and I’ll do it!”

So it only took two days for you to think it over and agree to go along with it, mostly because rent was coming up and your more recent paycheck was going to leave you either starving or on the street. It took a day after that for him to request to see you over lunch in between classes and provide you the NDA. It was pretty simple and to the point which you were thankful for. All it stated was you’d be receiving 500$ per service (date, family dinner, social event, etc.). That is excluding any purchases made by him for you like if you needed a dress or shoes for an event that he was requesting you for. It clearly stated that this was simply a business arrangement and nothing more and it just needed your signature and date.

“Right, if you’re not busy later I’d like to officially start our arrangement and invite you to my place tonight. This weekend is a charity banquet my parents are forcing me to go and bring my girlfriend so I’m going to need you there. Do you have any other promises for the weekend?” He asked you when you had finished lunch. You had another class in half an hour so you hurried along the lunch as fast as you could.

“No,” you told him double checking your work schedule and he just nodded watching the valet bring his black Mercedes to the front of the high end restaurant. He looked over to you as they handed him the keys, “Where are you headed? I’ll drop you off.”

“No thanks,” you pointed to the bus that rounded the corner in search for the nearest bus stop, “I’ll ride the bus.”

You were quick to note Kim Taehyung was an efficient man. He moved at a fast pace and left no room for nonsense and procrastination. It made you almost certain that the only reason he’d chose you for this arrangement was simply because he saw your profile first. When Yoongi dropped you off in front of his house earlier you weren’t even sure what to expect but this definitely hadn’t been it. The house was big, too big for a single man in his twenties and the interior looked like it came straight out of a home catalog. You sat on the long cream suede couch waiting for him to return with drinks and you took the time to look around. He was a minimalist only seeming to have the necessities and you assumed he was like that in all aspects of his life considering he rather spend money to borrow a girlfriend for an hour or two than actually dedicate himself to a real relationship.

“So this weekend we’ll be going to a charity event on Saturday, it’s during the day so you don’t have to worry about getting home late,” Taehyung had started when he put a glass of champagne in front of you, “I just wanted to get to know you better and get our stories straight because I assure you my mother will try and pry any little hiccup in our relationship so it’s best we’re on the same page.“

You just nodded leaning back against the couch a little, “What’s the story then?” He flashed you a smile, “I was hoping you could come up with that on your own, figured it’d be easier to memorize for you. All I’ve told them is that I have been seeing someone for a month now and they know I’m not the type to elaborate unless necessary so you’ve got free reign.”

“Okay, but don’t I need to at least be someone they can like? I doubt they’ll be interested in hearing me bullshit a story about dating you if I can’t even play the part of someone who actually would be seeing you,” you told him making his brows furrowed together. He just shook his head, “I think the way you are is fine if not perfect. You are right, they probably won’t be interested in the slightest on getting to know you if they knew you were a broke college student [hey!] but isn’t that better? They won’t be pushing me to marry now that I’m in a relationship especially not to you and I’m sure when our arrangement ends they’ll be even more pleased.”

Lucky you, you were only a tinge offended that he knew his parents would think so low of you. Whatever, 500$ per meeting is already more than what your paychecks leave you with after paying rent. “Fine whatever, is that all we needed to talk about then? That I get to come up with our romantic meeting and how we came to be?”

“Not exactly but it was the main point,” he bit his bottom lip suddenly nervous as he stiffened in his spot, “Everything is happening so fast and I’m sure you can agree but I promise this arrangement will be beneficial to both of us. There’s just one more thing I think we should do before I see you again on Saturday.”

You leaned away from him for a second suddenly wary over what he had to say. He just combed his hair back and took a breath, “They’re going to expect us to be affectionate as lovers so I think we should go ahead and get all the awkward things out of the way.”

You didn’t say anything waiting for him to continue and he did, “I think our first kiss should be right now instead of in front of my parents. Trust me they can sniff out a lie like you wouldn’t believe it.”

There wasn’t any argument from you in the matter. He was probably right. You weren’t a random hook up kind of girl so the last man you kissed had been your cheating ex boyfriend and Yoongi when you played spin the bottle in a group. You could already picture yourself freezing up due to sudden affection from basically a complete stranger in front of his family so he was right. Better to get it out of the way so it won’t look so forced. You agreed to it and he was moving closer to sit by you when he cleared his throat. You looked up to him and he took in your appearance.

First your eyes, thin almond shaped that reminded him of a siren almost. They had a little spark to them under the lighting and he learned pretty early on you excelled with eye contact. Your hair was behind your ears exposing silver earrings that dangled near the curve of your jaw. His eyes went to your lips taking in the soft appearance of them as you glazed them over with your tongue absentmindedly and gave them a soft highlight. He was positive there were worse situations he could be in than kissing a woman six years younger than him. He probably should’ve gone over that with you sooner, should’ve checked if his age would be a problem. Taking a deep breath he turned just slight toward you, hand at the curve of your jaw tilting your face up at him as his fingers disappeared into the midst of your hair and he was going for it.

You didn’t let your eyes shut fully peaking at his movements as he tilted his own head to the side before pressing his lips down against yours. The hand under your jaw kept you from moving back before he was ready to pull away. His lips were smooth and plump, working like this wasn’t the first time they’d pressed against your lips. He was right too, your lips were soft and you smelled of peppermint and champagne, a mix he didn’t seem to mind when he depended the kiss just a little when his fingers curled into your hair just the slightest.

When you finally decided the kiss had gone on a little more than necessary you were placing your hand over his and prying it off your face as you pulled away from him. You were a good kisser, he thought, maybe your first kiss could’ve really been in front of his parents and they wouldn’t have suspected a thing by the way you kissed each other. He cleared his throat a sign of ending the mutual kiss and checked the time again, “It’s getting late. Would you like a ride home?”

“I’m sure I could catch a bus,” you had started reaching for your things taking this as his way of ending things for the night. He looked over to you, “There’s no bus stop for a good three miles from here and that’s being hopeful. I don’t mind driving you home, yknow? It’d probably be best I know where to pick you up from on Saturday anyway.”

There was no point in arguing when he was up and grabbing his keys. You said he could easily just drop you off at the bus stop in the neighborhood but he outlay refused claiming it wasn’t a big deal. In truth it kinda was, he loved about twenty minutes away from you and you lived downtown close to your University and out of the way from him. He was also a clearly busy man, there was not a long stretch of time without his phone ringing or a notification alert. Even as he drove you home he received calls. His contact name’s were simple, ‘Assistant Park’ ‘Mother’ ‘Father’ ‘VP Jung’. You bet he probably had you as ‘Fake Girlfriend Y/n’. You were an escort probably but at this point who cares.

He wasn’t even freakishly old, just a mere six years in between. You were both adults and nothing was happing without consent. Nobody would bat an eye at you two so why did you still feel a little guilt over the whole thing? It was kind of weird. He was paying you to pretend be his girlfriend like he was some sort of desperate freak. Was he? No, he was the son of a CEO, more of a workaholic than a romantic, with too much money, looking for the easy way out for his family’s approval. And also you were unbelievably broke and this was the easy way out for you too so did it really matter? You should just listen to what Yoongi and Mina have been trying to tell you and be at least a little grateful right? Plus he’s not ugly nor a bad kisser so that was already the race half won. Even if you did feel kind of like an escort.

When he stopped the car in front of your building you didn’t expect him to put the car in park and stepping out. He rounded to your side of the car just as your hand reached the door handle and he was opening it for you. You stepped out awkwardly trying to pass him without touching him with the little space he provided you and you were walking off into your building with a mumble of gratitude.

The week passed a little too fast for your liking. When Saturday was rolling around and you realized you had nothing good enough for a charity banquet for the rich you were all but stomping on the ground throwing a fit. Why didn’t you think of this sooner? You even rummaged through Mina’s things but let’s face it, the most formal thing you owned at the moment was several inches too short to even wear in the daytime. You also regretted not asking him what the dress code was and what you could expect.

After one too many fists to your bed you walked out of your room following the sound of the doorbell. Mina had beat you to the door and when she talked to your landlord you couldn’t help but grow nervous eavesdropping. The mumble of a ‘Next time put your address, I’m not your mailman’ and a small thank you before Mina was slamming the door behind him and looking down at the box. “What is it?” You asked crossing the living room to the front door and looking down at the package. It had your name on it and your address but not the apartment number. It must’ve just been delivered to the front desk where your landlord had to take it up to you.

It was a large square box not big in height like it was a present. It was a block matte box with your name printed on a sticker on the bottom. You looked to your friend who only urged you to continue and when your pried it open you couldn’t hold in the gasp that escaped your lips. Inside was white papier-mâché, a large black box with the words ‘CHANEL’ printed on it, and a smaller one next it. Mina squeezed your arm giddily, “Hurry! Open!”

You reached for the letter deciding to read it aloud so Mina could hear too,

‘I hope this isn’t inappropriate but considering I’d forgotten to tell you the dress wear for today I have taken the liberty to gift you what I believe is more fitting. Don’t feel forced to wear it, I just wanted to express my gratitude for going along with my antics.

— Kim Taehyung’ 

“Holy shit!” Mina held up the Chanel skirt and blazer. It was pretty and casual and the lightest shade of blush pink you could think of. The shoes were similar in style and when you checked the size they were just a half size too big. The clothes were your size or at least a size you could fit into. Mina held the clothes up to your waist and checked the time, “Hurry up and go get changed he’ll be here soon.”

You ran off still confused over why he went out of his way to do this when he still could’ve just let you know. That and how he had it delivered to your place and took the time to find it. Also how had he known your sizes? Had he just hoped he was right? He had to be looking at you well enough to try and decipher what size you were and that made you a little self conscious. Pushing the thoughts away you hurried to finish getting ready just as Taehyung was texting you he was here. Mina fixed a few pieces of your hair and squealed, “Go woo some family and get that bag. If you mess this up I’m not speaking to you for a whole day.”

With that in mind you contemplating ditching Taehyung. Your best friend had a tendency to overtake so maybe a day of silence will be just what you needed to get back on your feet. Oh, who were you kidding? You needed the money just as bad as Taehyung needed a pretend girlfriend. So with that in mind you went ahead and left your apartment going down to the lobby and out the front doors. Taehyung stood outside of his car in front of the back door. He looked up to you letting his eyes trail down your entire form from head to toe. You looked great and he felt awfully pleased with himself for being able to tell what size you were just from looking. He took in the strides you took in the heels exposing your smooth legs to him. He wore a cream colored turtleneck tucked into black slacks and brown corduroy jacket. From what you could tell this charity event was some sort of formal casual and it made you feel much more at ease when you approached him. Another man came out from the side and held the door open for you as Taehyung extended his hand out to guide you into the back. He scooted in next to you and cleared his throat fixing his jacket in the process, “I hope you didn’t think I was stepping over the line with the gift.”

“Not at all, thank you,” you told him glancing over at him for a second before looking back out through your window. He took your distraction as a chance to check you out again. You looked even more attractive than usual with your hair done and makeup light. He could tell maybe his mother wouldn’t agree on the length of the skirt but he didn’t mind. He liked the sight of your legs they were strangely appealing. The drive to the country club was short and soon enough he was stepping out taking your hand as you thanked the driver when he held the door open for you. Taehyung stared at you waiting when you finally looked back at him he wrapped his arm around your waist making your breath hitch suddenly. Oh, so you were doing this now. This was actually happening.

When he led you inside he was greeted so profusely as you passed any group of people in designer clothes and their chins held high. He ushered you to a table with name cards where you found an extra seat next to his name plaque and he was guiding you toward it. There were already a few people at the table and when you looked them all over they did the same to you. Taehyung’s hand around your waist tightened, “Mother, father, this is Y/n, my girlfriend.”

They barely acknowledged you as he pulled the chair out for you to sit. Other than his mother there were two other women there as well closer to your age if not just a few years older. They sat next to two other guys, one who had wrapping around his hand and the other who wore glasses. Taehyung placed his arm behind your chair as he introduced everyone to you. His parents, his older brothers: Namjoon and Seokjin, and their wives. You tried to pretend like their stares didn’t bother you and instead looked at his mother as she began to ask you questions, “So, if you don’t mind my asking Y/n, how did you come about to meeting my son?”

She didn’t hide the way she looked down at you checking you out from every angle she could. You looked back to her feeling the nerves drift away from your body. You had to do this, you were get tied paid to lie and it was your specialty. You forced a polite smile on your face as you looked up to Taehyung. He said you could be as honest as you wanted considering his mother wouldn’t like you anyways so you decided on just that. You played back the conversation you had with him over what you should say and what would drive the parents away so you went for it, “We met at a night club not far from my University.”

His mother pursed her lips, “University? Are you a grad student?” She asked trying to pry more information from you and you gave it to her willingly. “No, undergrad. I’m in my second year.”

“Second year?” His brother, Namjoon, spoke up looking over to you, “You do look young, I had no clue you liked them young brother.”

“Six years isn’t too bad,” Taehyung cleared his throat looking over to Seokjin and his wife, “Yeaun is four years younger than Jin hyung.”

The day was filled with questions being thrown at you in every which way. One would ask your major the other what your parents did for a living. Some would ask how Taehyung was as your boyfriend or if he’s taken you to their beach house yet (which by the way the mother looked very pleased when you said he hadn’t). They asked what neighborhood you lived in and if you had any plans for marriage at your age. That one left you dumbstruck and Taehyung was the one who had to step in with, “It’s something we’ve agreed to talk about in the future.”

When the event came to an end and his father invited you to have dinner with them at a high end Mediterranean restaurant Taehyung was quick to reject the offer with an excuse of taking you out just the two of you himself. You didn’t bother arguing because frankly you don’t think you could put up with another second of nonstop interrogations. You needed a breather after everything you’ve been asked which felt more like an interview anyway. As the final act in your play, Taehyung pulled you in for s kiss just before he led you into the car. His family was all there bidding you farewell when Taehyung dipped his head down in time to peck your lips just the slightest before deepening the kiss as he followed you into the car. Once you both were situated he sat back and pretended not to notice the stares he was receiving from his family.

As the car approached the front of your building he was reaching into the pocket behind the front seat and was stepping outside with you. He stood in front of you clearing his throat and standing just a little taller, “This is for today. My family can be overwhelming so I appreciate your help.”

He handed you an envelope, your fingers barely grasped onto it when he was pulling you into him with the help of the envelope in the both of your grips. He looked down at you as you almost pressed against his chest, “You were good back there. Should I be concerned by how good you are at lying?”

“Only a little,” you shrugged when he finally let you take the envelope. You bid him goodbye and left upstairs too nervous to glance back and in a rush to into the comfort of your own home so you could open the envelope.

Yoongi was over (shocker), and he was just as eager as Mina to try and get any piece of information out of you as they could. You flashed them the envelope and they crowded you like you had the answer to all your worries. Inside was a check and another note.

‘Consider this a hiring bonus along with your pay, thanks for you help.

— Kim Taehyung’

Inside was a check for a 1,000$ and the three of your were jumping around squealing, “Money!”

It was going good. The second time you saw him was in fact over a family dinner the following week. Instead of being with his parents it was his brothers who invited you out with them and though they were more relaxed they too tried to find the catch in your story. You and Taehyung managed to fake affection too damn well and later on they were laughing alongside you telling you stories of Taehyung as a child.

They treated you like you knew so much about Taehyung when in reality you knew so very little. You would never admit it around them but you had no clue what he even did for a living or what their company actually was. You didn’t know much past his age and where he lived but you knew his immediate family already. When they teased you about Taehyung you had to force a laugh because you really had no idea what he was really like other than the few instances he’s shown you.

The week after that you were forced to go with him and his father and brothers to a golf course where you spent most of your time in the golf cart where the wind couldn’t lift your tennis skirt too much. He came over to you every now and then and would kiss any part of you that he could to feign adoration and he’d disappear again. Then you went to yet another banquet with him and had to be in the presence of his mother again he never failed to show how much she wasn’t interested in you. In the end it didn’t matter though, the system you and Taehyung had was perfect. At most you’d see him twice a week if that and he paid you straight after anyways. You’d go home with a lot more money than you began with and you were slowly able to start making payments again for school.

Now it was a Saturday night and you’ve just returned from another stupid rich people event where you had to have tea with Taehyung’s mother and her friends and be interrogated all over again. God was the woman annoying with her chin up acting so high and mighty. She threw little remarks at you anytime you saw her and you just had to force a smile and pretend like it wasn’t getting on your nerves. When Taehyung dropped you off and you threw yourself onto your bed Mina was yanking stop your leg, “Come on let’s go out! It’s a Saturday night, let’s get fucked up.”

Ugh. You groaned loudly kicking your feet against your bed as you checked the time. You hadn’t gone out for fun in weeks now. Between classes, the bookstore, and seeing Taehyung’s family on the weekends there was literally never a good time for you. Mina was just trying to get you out so you didn’t bother acting like you didn’t want to and instead got dressed and ready in time for Yoongi’s text telling you he’s out front.

Taehyung had gotten home early. His assistant, Jimin, was over and they were taking this Saturday night to review new projects for the company. Jimin was filing through the papers and passing them to Taehyung who barely skimmed them out of boredom. He wondered what you did when you weren’t with him. Not implying that you were together a lot but he was still curious. Like, if he wasn’t with you pretending to be in a relationship to make his family happy he was in his office filing paperwork. He was reviewing different employees and contracts. If he wasn’t doing that he was with his assistant attending meetings that were too long and too boring to bring anything actually useful to him.

So he was curious to know what you did. You probably were busy a lot with your studies and your part time that you refused to give up. But what did you do on Saturday nights like this?

He contemplated calling you, pretending like he needed to see you for something but that would just make him look desperate. He wasn’t even into you like that but considering you’re the only woman he’s locking lips with [whether it be attraction or a ploy] that was all he could think about sometimes. You’ve only kissed a couple times other than your first but each one feels more natural than the one before. It was so easy now for him to just pull you in for a kiss when you were together even if it was to satiate his family’s demand of him not being single anymore. He’d kill to kiss you right now. He’s not sure if it’s because he actually enjoyed kissing you or if it’s just been so long since he last fucked someone and you’re the closest he’s gotten to physical contact with a woman. He could easily go out for drinks and probably find a woman but would that make him dirty?

“Jimin let’s go out for drinks, I’m in the mood to get drunk tonight,” Taehyung sighed out checking the time on his Rolex looking around for his things. He wore. A button up shirt and slacks so he didn’t bother changing and instead usher an all too thrilled Jimin out of his house.

You were finally tipsy enough that you could relax a little in your surroundings. You were dancing with Mina and Yoongi in the most awkward three member dance but you were laughing the entire time. When a hand came around your hip for a second you almost froze in confusion turning around.

He flashed a toothy smile at you as you turned to get a good look at him, “I hope you don’t mind but I’ve been watching you majority of the night, not like a creep I swear, and I’d love to have a dance with you.”

Your eyes trailed from his pierced brow to his pierced lip. His hand was adorned in ink trailing up his entire arm and around his neck. His hair was a jet black and tucked behind his pierced ears and he screamed masculine. You could see the muscles under his fitted black shirt and wow was he hot. The hand on your hip only pulled you closer with your lack of resistance and soon enough he was whispering into your ear, “What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Y/n,” you turned in his arms so you were facing him and he took the opportunity to wrap both arms around you. He told you his name with a low rasp of a, “Jungkook,” before he was pressing you into him hands guiding your hips to a light rhythm following the music. Yoongi and Mina were long forgotten behind you but they clearly didn’t mind with the amount of drinking they did and so you let your own tipsy self get wooed by the stranger.

He didn’t seem to have any sort of restraint though as he cupped your face, “Can I kiss you?” It didn’t seem to matter that you’d only just learned his name minutes ago and apparently you didn’t seem to mind either as you said yes. He was quick to pull you into him, lips hitting yours and the cold lip ring against your lip. Your eyes fluttered shut as he deepened the kiss enough for his tongue to swipe against your bottom lip and you were inviting him in while your tongue danced against his.

Your fingers were in his jet black hair keeping him from pulling away and ignoring the call of your name. “Y/n!” Mina yanked on your shirt urgently but you couldn’t care less. The guy was a good kisser and unbelievably attractive. His kiss was different from Taehyung for when you two kissed it was usually just for show and not because of actual want. Not saying he was a bad kisser, Taehyung was anything but. You also knew you two weren’t in a real relationship so you couldn’t go falling for a guy who made all too clear how emotionally unavailable he was. So it really shouldn’t matter if you take out your newfound sexual frustration on a stranger who was glad enough to take it.

It became clear that you’d either be going home with this guy or bringing him home with you when he groaned into the kiss. When Yoongi took it upon himself to grab your arm and whisper into your ear you finally decided it had been enough. “Taehyung’s here,” it was enough to have you tensing up eyes widening in the process as you stopped all movement of your mouth against Jungkook’s. Lucky enough your new kissing partner didn’t seem to hear him but he did feel when you began to pull away from him all too eager to chase after your lips nevertheless. You immediately looked around for a familiar face and when your eyes landed on one you could feel goosebumps forming on your skin.

Taehyung stood across from you a good twenty feet between you but clearly he’d seen enough. You looked back to Mina and Yoongi who looked just as confused as you. What were you supposed to do? Would he want you to approach him? Would he come to you? Did he even want to act like he knew you or did you not exist outside of your arrangement? Your questions were all answered too soon when you found him taking large strides toward you. You looked to Jungkook debating on staying with him or shooing him away. Mina was quick to intervene and distract Jungkook enough for you to slip away without question and walk to Taehyung meeting him in the middle.

“Taehyung,” Jimin called out to him but as of right he seemed to have blinders on. He stood in front of you but his eyes followed the tatted stranger behind you who engaged in conversation with another man and woman. You were kissing him, no, making out with him. Was he your boyfriend? Did you even have a boyfriend? He’s heard of women in relationships still finding men willing to pay for their services and the boyfriend’s have been thrilled to help them out if it meant easy money. Was that how you were? Was that your boyfriend? Did he know your agreement with Taehyung and was he laughing behind his back that he got the woman and the money?

“Mr. Kim,” you cleared your throat once you stood directly in front of him. He looked down at you with furrowed brows. Since when did he become Mr. Kim? You always called him Taehyung but to be fair it wasn’t like you could address him any different in front of his family. Your lips were puffy, the kiss still evident on your face and for some reason he was feeling irritation behind to bubble inside him.

“Darling,” he said casually just like he did when he paid you to be his pretend girlfriend. He hated how good you looked in a skimpy shimmery dress that fit you perfectly around your curves that he never seemed to miss finding. He came to accept your attractiveness pretty early on in your arrangement and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t dying to buy you clothes he’d like to see you in. It fed his ego being able to choose what you wore and actually seeing you in it.

“Who was that?” He asked looking back to the stranger who had seemed to disappear in the crowd, “Your boyfriend?”

You were quick to shut it down, “What? No, h-he, no i just met him.” That was more embarrassing to admit than you would’ve liked. Why were you suddenly too aware of his intimidating presence? He was probably just making sure your arrangement wasn’t crossing any boundaries so you needed to let him know it wasn’t. You’re finally not living paycheck to paycheck and you’d like to keep it that way. You looked behind him at the slightly shorter man who only glared at you. You’ve only had the chance to meet Jimin one other time and it was the shortest encounter that clearly left a bad taste in his mouth. He didn’t agree with your arrangement at all but he knew it wouldn’t be something he could talk Taehyung out of even if he tried.

You tried to change the subject, “I thought you didn’t like going out. Had a change of heart?”

“You can say that, can I meet your friends or would that be inappropriate?” He asked suddenly interested in getting a closer look into your life. If he was right and that was in fact your boyfriend he needed to know from others. He knew how well if a liar you were and for some reason seeing you making out with another man had him annoyed enough to try and solve the problem.

So you led him to your friends and when Jimin tried to object Taehyung was quick to shoo him away, “Why don’t you go order us all some drinks on me?”

Mina was too dumbfounded to speak. Her jaw was practically to the floor staring at this ‘perfection of a man’ as she referred him as and Yoongi was too drunk to do anything but talk about how rich he was. Taehyung had upgraded you all to a booth section and even had some sort of bottle service delivered to you when Jimin returned.

“So where’d the guy run off to?” Taehyung asked not caring about being subtle in the slightest. All day he’d been feeling irritated other than when you joined his family for lunch. He just felt on edge for majority of the day and seeing you making out with another guy didn’t leave a good taste in his mouth. The way he could explain it was pretty simple and reasonable. He wasn’t attracted to you like that, no, not at all [right?]. He had a problem, he knew that much but could he really help it? When a man is used to getting what he wants he doesn’t grow up to be the most understanding person. So could you really blame him for the possessive bone rattling in his body at the sight of you with another man? As far as he knew he didn’t like seeing you with someone else when it was him you were spending a good chunk of your time with.

“Oh!“ Mina began to slur a little, “He left, but don’t worry Y/n we gave him your number.” Your eyes widened trying to signal for her to just shut the fuck up but her drunk state clearly didn’t notice the purse of Taehyung’s lips similar to the way his mother looked down on you.

He didn’t bring it up again. In fact he barely talked at all when Yoongi and Mina began to argue over who was the most sober and who wasn’t. Neither of them were in any mood to drive and well frankly you weren’t either. Taehyung looked to Jimin who looked annoyed with what he said but agreed nevertheless, “Jimin will drive you all home whenever you’re ready.”

So in the end you all piled into the car with Taehyung up front next to Jimin and the three of you forced in the back. Your best friends had left you the second they were placed in front of your building and Taehyung was stepping out to talk to you. He cleared his throat nervously, “Now, just one more time, you’re sure you’re not seeing anyone?”

You sighed already feeling yourself get fed up with having to reassure him over and over again. What was his deal anyway? What if you were in a relationship? Did it even matter? It’s not like you two were actually together. It was a business arrangement just like he said. “I’m not,” you couldn’t help but let your eyes roll just the slightest, “But if I was, would it really be a problem?”

“It would be if there are articles about you dating me,” he showed you his phone and sure enough there was a picture of you and him kissing outside of the country club where the first charity banquet you had gone to was. It wasn’t the only one either apparently. Your brows only furrowed when he decided to continue, “And I’d hate to read an article about my apparent girlfriend cheating on me in some dingy night club.”

You didn’t really know what to think. Yes, he was kind of right. Technically according to his family and those articles you were seeing Taehyung. So you really shouldn’t be going out and making with the first random guy you see. But on another note you and Taehyung weren’t in an actual relationship so really you don’t owe him anything. It wasn’t even anywhere in the NDA that you signed either. Nowhere did it say you couldn’t see other people in fact it encouraged a simple business proposal that clearly stated your arrangement was business and nothing else. “So am I just supposed to not live my own life while I help you out?” You asked hoping he’d see your point but the scoff he let out told you otherwise.

He looked over to you like you’d grown three heads in the last second he wasn’t looking at you, “Helping me? I’m paying you for your service the least you could do is be considerate and think about how I’d look if it got out that you’re with other men.” The audacity.

“Okay but no where in the contract does it say I can’t see other people,” you pointed out crossing your arms in front of you. It was close to midnight so there wasn’t anyone outside but you still felt awkward having this conversation outside while his assistant waited for him in his car.

You went on, “It doesn’t say we’re exclusive either. As a matter of fact it clearly states this is just some sort of business arrangement so what I choose to do on my free time is none of your concern in all honesty. You said it yourself we could pretend we don’t know each other outside of the meetings we have. If you didn’t like that maybe you shouldn’t have made me sign that form but in sorry I’m not gonna stop doing my own things for the likes of you.”

“Yes but I don’t like the idea of kissing you while you kiss other men.”

Shit. He didn’t mean to say that.

He meant to bullshit another reason why he thought you seeing other people would be a violation of your contract but there was nothing to say. You were right. You weren’t seeing each other and no where in your agreement did it say you couldn’t see other people. But fuck, it bothered him a lot tonight seeing you making out with some random guy. It must’ve just been his own sexual frustration due to lack of sex but damn did he really wish that was him at the moment. What’s wrong with kissing him? Were you seriously opposed to the whole idea unless it was for show? Or were you honestly just not attracted to him in the slightest?

No, what was he thinking. It didn’t matter how you felt about him. He didn’t care so he doesn’t even know why he’s thinking about the softness of your lips against his. He wouldn’t mind kissing again in the privacy of his home where nobody would see but he knew it wasn’t a good idea. This was strictly business. He couldn’t go falling for you after his whole plot was to focus on work and see you on occasion just when his parents needed proof of his relationship.

You took a step back getting a good look at him, “You don’t have to like it, doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop though.” He looked back to you as you continued, “We are helping each other out and that’s it. I don’t owe you anything past what we’ve agreed on.”

He let you storm off. In fact he wanted to storm off too but he couldn’t. Not when Jimin was calling his name to get his ass back in the car. He slammed his door shut and crossed his arms over his chest, “Drive.”

Jimin nodded taking off with a glance at Taehyung again, “What’s going on? Are you really upset over it?”

“No,” he lied looking out his window to avoid Jimin’s intense stare, “I don’t give a fuck what she does. She’s right, we’re not together, far from it even. I’m the one who wanted it like this and I should’ve known what I was getting myself into. I think I’m just getting confused because she’s really the only woman I see on a regular basis other than my employees.”

“Then why’d you freak when you saw her kissing that guy?” Jimin asked. Taehyung grew tense, his breathing got a little harder as he tried to remain cool and collected but he just couldn’t help it. He didn’t even know shit about you and here he was having the nerve to get even the slightest bit of jealous. He was a joke.

Whatever, he’d give you space and really only call you when he was ready to see you again. If you wanted some time to do your own thing and not have to worry about running to his every beck and call then fine. He’d give you that.

It was strange at first. Taehyung hadn’t sent you a single message in regards of needing you in the weekend or over lunch. He didn’t message you for two full weeks. You honestly thought that maybe you fucked it up. Mina sure as hell reminded you of it.

“I’m just saying, he is kinda right,” Mina shrugged flipping through the channels on the tv. You scoffed throwing your phone down on the couch, “How? I’m not actually dating him. Like I’d actually be with him, come on Mina. The guy and his family think I’m just some joke, some charity case or something. I highly doubt he was actually bothered by me kissing another guy. I bet it had more to deal with the fact he probably sees me as property.”

“Or maybe he started developing feelings for y—“ the laugh you let out at her words startled her. You wiped away a fake tear and sighed, “Right. Look, he said it himself, he doesn’t have time for a real relationship nor does he want one so he should have no problem with me doing what I want to do. He doesn’t own me.”

So that’s how you found yourself at Jungkook’s place. Yoongi really had given him your number after explaining to him that Taehyung was your boss of some sort. He’d been texting you since that night s couple weeks ago and you’re barely seeing him again. He had said he’d make you dinner so you went over to his place after telling him you weren’t in the mood to go out. In reality you were being careful over what Taehyung said.

If people really were snapping pictures of you then it definitely wouldn’t look good for you to be caught with another guy. He’d be seen as desperate and you’d be seen as some sort of escort or something. Which honestly you still think you kinda are considering the fact he pays you to go out with him but this is a special circumstance. You wouldn’t have agreed to it if just any guy asked it if you. Taehyung had appeared calm and collected, he was professional and didn’t seem to have any alterior motives to get in bed with you. And the gifts and money was just an added perk that you really didn’t want to lose just yet. But you were also a bit defiant and when he expressed how much he disliked the idea of you with another guy you just had to go ahead and show him that he doesn’t tell you what to do.

But even as your phone began to ring and Taehyung’s name flashed across your screen you had been too eager to try and answer. Stop. You needed to feel it back in. He’d gone two weeks without messaging you and he expected you to answer him right away? No. Okay well maybe. Technically this is what you signed up for. You agreed to there being a lack of communication unless it was necessary and maybe he really just hadn’t needed you for anything recently. Why did it still bother you though? Why had you felt like he’d basically just thrown you away?

Jungkook looked down at your ringing phone, “You gonna get that?” You wanted to say no and shake your head but your hand was already reaching for it and you were answering as quickly as possible, “Hello?”

“Are you busy? My mother has asked if you’ll be coming to dinner with us tonight,” he paced his living room nervously. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the truth. The actual truth was he was going over to his parent’s for dinner and has come to the conclusion that he feels much more at ease when you’re there, girlfriend or not. And maybe it’s been a while since he’s actually seen you and now that he’s done being jealous he really just wants to see you again and hear your voice. It was normal though wasn’t it? It was normal to start developing an attachment to a person you see on the regular, right?

He could hear the sound of someone clearing the throat on your end. We’re you with someone? We’re you with that guy? He could feel his blood begin to boil, deep breaths in and out at a steady pace to stop himself from overthinking. What was wrong with him? You weren’t together. You weren’t friends or acquaintances. You weren’t anything. So why was he so annoyed? You looked to Jungkook who was smiling down at his phone liking posts of girls in bikinis and tight dresses. Jungkook was attractive, unbelievably so but obviously you two weren’t anything serious. Hell, the main reason you even came over tonight is because you knew it’d probably end with the two of you hooking up. It still wasn’t enough reason for you to miss the chance at hearing what Taehyung had to say tonight. What if he tried to end your arrangement?

“I’m not home right now, but I can go,” you muttered the last part when Jungkook stood up to use the bathroom. You’d just have to lie to Jungkook and say it was work related [which wasn’t a complete lie] and that you were needed. That if possible could you rain check.

Taehyung was practically running to the front door in search for his keys and wallet, “I’ll come get you. Send me the address.”

So with the excuse that your boss needed you, you left Jungkook’s place and waited outside for Taehyung to pick you up. You were sure there was still time before dinner so maybe you could ask him to stop by your place so you could find something appropriate to wear. The mini skirt you wore to Jungkook’s probably wasn’t gonna cut it.

He was over in no time getting out of his car to hold the door open for you despite the tension from the last time you saw each other still lingering in the air. “What time is the dinner?” You had asked him right away, “Is there time for us to stop by my place so I can change?”

He looked back over to you. You were dressed up, make up done and hair done as well. Your outfit was revealing in all the right places that he couldn’t help but gulp down the sudden attraction growing inside him for you. Stop Taehyung, he thought, this isn’t what you signed up for. “Yes,” he muttered beginning to drive in the direction of where you lived. Now that he thought about it more often he had to ask, “Were you on a date?”

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t want to tell Taehyung you were. Wouldn’t it look weird if you said yes and that it was so easy for you to ditch Jungkook just to see Taehyung? You worried at you bottom lip unaware of the way his eyes followed the action struggling to focus on the road instead. “Well?” He asked again growing a little more impatient at the thought but he pushed it away.

“Does it matter?” You asked instantly regretting how defensive you sounded. It probably wasn’t even meant in a bad way. He probably just didn’t want to ruin your plans. To him though it did matter, and your response only assured him even more of the fact that you were on a date. And that even if you were on a date you’d prefer to see him anyway, even if he hadn’t contacted you in two weeks. It almost made his chest tighten at the thought of you being just as eager to see him as he was you. Enough to lie about needing you at dinner tonight and enough for you to get defensive when he asks if he ruined your evening plans.

“You were, weren’t you?” Taehyung asked gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. No, he needed to play it off like it wasn’t starting to really bother him just the thought of you entertaining another man. Fuck this whole thing really had been a bad idea. He should’ve just listened to Jimin when he warned him. He knew Taehyung better than he knew himself so when he said Taehyung was a control freak who wouldn’t be able to handle whatever this fake relationship actually entailed. Because as much as he hated to admit it he thinks he was growing feelings for you. It was hard not to under your circumstances. You met his parents, his siblings and their wives, his business partners. You sat with them at dinner, fell into a routine of pet names and kisses around them and it was all fake. Whose fault was it really that he couldn’t separate real from fake anymore?

When you ignored him he took it as a sign to just shut the fuck up. He even offered to just wait in the car for you but feeling guilty for sounding defensive you invited him into your apartment for the very first time.

“You remember Mina and Yoongi?” You asked pointing to the two on the couch that he remembered meeting at the club, “Mina lives here and Yoongi’s just our stray. Trust me we can’t get rid of him even if we tried.”

“Fuck you!” Yoongi shouted as you slammed your door shut with the excuse of needing to change. He took the opportunity to look around while your friends dissected him for the second time since he met them.

The place was a mess, cartons of takeout everywhere, soda cans and random articles of clothing he couldn’t tell belonged to who. The only sign of you living here that he could see were the pictures of you and the two here hanging on the walls. Your smile was pretty and authentic. Had he ever seen you smile like that in person? Probably not. Usually when you smiled it was nice and polite to his family and friends. Now he would make it his mission to get you to actually smile tonight.

“So what is it this time that you had to drag her away from her hot date?” Mina asked leaning over the couch to look at him. Yoongi smacked the back of her head lightly as he copied her pose and looked at him too, “Ignore her, she wasn’t on a date.” He sent Mina a look warning her to shut up before she said too much but it was too late.

Taehyung knew you were on a date and he couldn’t help but let his ego get the best of him at the thought of you choosing him over the other guy. “Right!” Mina slumped, “No way Jose, no she wasn’t on a date at all.”

“So whose place did I pick her up from then?” He asked looking directly at Mina knowing that if anyone was going to crack under pressure and give him answers it’d most likely be this friend of yours right here. She stuttered a little when he got closer so he continued, “Was it or wasn’t it a date?”

“It was!” She said taking a deep breath, “She went out with the guy from the other night at the club. She even said she’d sleep with him tonight since she’s been so—mmmmmm” Yoongi’s hand slammed down across her mouth pulling her into his chest and shushing her, “You idiot! She’s gonna kill you!”

Mina flailed in his arms but he pretended to suffocate her watching her go limp in his arms and he finally released her only for her to struggle to catch her broke and choke on air at the straight daggers you were shooting her way, “What the fuck are you telling him?”

“Your plans on getting laid tonight,” Taehyung cleared his throat looking back to you and almost whining at how attractive you looked now. Your face flushed in embarrassment as you leaned down to flick Mina’s forehead and ruffled Yoongi’s hair thanking him for being on your side. When you finally looked at Taehyung you could’ve sworn you caught his eyes darting from behind you where you had bent forward just enough to encompass Yoongi with an embrace. Had he been checking out your butt?

Yeah, he had.

“Well she’s wron—“

“My ass!” Mina yelled as you led Taehyung back out ignoring the amused smirk he had on his face, “She’s been mad at you too! She thought you were ditching her or something!”

Oh that’s it. You turned ready to pounce on your friend as Yoongi held her in place so she couldn’t run away laughing but just before you got to her Taehyung’s arm circled your waist and held you up! No literally, you were pressed against his chest feet barely touching the floor. You stopped out of embarrassment when he became the one ready to take you out, “We’re gonna be late if you keep arguing.”

“But she loves to talk her shit!” You shouted out in annoyance and he was looking down at you with a stern expression. He moved you to the door again ignoring the mini tantrum you threw when Mina stuck her tongue out at you. He rolled his eyes to hide how thoroughly entertained he was. You were embarrassed by what your friend was saying so it must be true. Did you seriously think he had just ditched you? And if that’s true is that why you had been so eager to see him too? Now that had butterflies fluttering in his stomach THAT he just couldn’t ignore.

Was it possible that you were starting to feel something for him just as he was for you?

The dinner was boring. You had expected to be more entertained cause that was really all that could explain why you’d been so excited earlier. But now that you think about it maybe you were just excited at the thought of Taehyung not actually ditching you. And fuck Mina at the moment because why would she tell him you expected to get fucked tonight?

You reached for Taehyung’s hand out of boredom sliding it onto your lap effortlessly. Nobody would think anything of it since you were ‘dating’ but he stiffened under your hold and you debated acting like it was an accident [as if you could play it off]. Instead of pulling away like you fully expected him to he stopped talking to his father for a moment. He put his hand in your hair and pulled you into him enough for his lips to kiss your head in acknowledgment.

He liked it. Real or not he liked holding your hand and he liked giving you affection. It was so unlike him but he didn’t care. It felt right at the moment even if it’d never be anything.

That’s why he’s decided that today will be the last day of your agreement. After dinner he will explain it all to you in the car and give you the last payment. He couldn’t keep doing this if he was starting to develop feelings for you. He doesn’t yknow how much more he’ll be able to handle if he kept this up, especially if you’d still choose to see other people and come back to him.

After dinner Taehyung excused you both to leave but his mother had called out for him. She was dragging him away somewhere where they could talk and you were left with his dad. He tried to hear what you talked about but it was hard to follow when his father was leading you upstairs of the grand house.

“Taehyung are you even listening to me?” His mother asked watching him watch you, he looked back down at her and she sighed, “I’m asking if she’ll be coming with us to Jeju Island? If so you have to tell her how to dress and how to talk. I put up with her skimpy clothes because I’m not my mother but I assure you your grandparents will have a lot to say if she’s shows up like she did the other day.”

He thought what you wore over brunch was attractive. The mini pleated skirt was cute and exposed your legs enough to him to keep him distracted all day.

Today you’d worn a dress that he apparently paid for according to you. It was black and fit just all the right places his hands could easily grab and he loved it with the heels he bought you. Maybe he’ll buy you just a couple more gifts before you unfortunately part ways because he knows if he keeps this up he won’t be professional about it anymore.

He was already beginning to walk away, “Yeah, I’ll tell her.” He hadn’t even given her a good response as he barely acknowledged her and was already heading up the stairs in search for you. The fast he could get this out of the way the less he’d have to see you which meant the less it’d hurt when he thinks of you and another man together.

When he found you he was utterly surprised to see where his father had taken you. He was in his old play room, the room his parents had never remodeled and kept just the way the three Kim brothers had liked it when they were kids. He was showing you the heart shaped wooden frame Taehyung had made when he was a kid. It was a Mother’s Day gift.

You were laughing along his father as he told you a story of Taehyung when he was eight and chipped his canine after provoking Seokjin to wrestle with him on a trampoline. Taehyung obviously got the shit beat out of him by his older brother and you were enjoying the tale of it.

He couldn’t help but come along behind you, wrap his arms around your midsection, pull you into him, and rest his chin on your shoulder. It just felt so right. Had he always felt like this? Sure he found you attractive, he’d already decided on that long ago just looking at your profile but had he always been this into you? No, he doesn’t think so. If so he would have cut things off a long time ago because that’s what he did when someone came his way. But maybe that’s why he’d been so persistent on this arrangement, a lie to himself to pretend he didn’t need anyone to be there for him on an emotional level.

When the two of you left the car ride was uncomfortably silent. It’s like something changed in the air between you two over dinner and neither one of you actually wanted to point it out. It wasn’t until he parked by your building to the side and near an alley that he’d spoken again, “My mother asked me if you’d be going on vacation soon.”

You looked over to him. He refused to look back at you, “I think it’s getting serious and it won’t be any good if we continue.”

Fuck.

Fuck. Stop it. Why is this actually hurting you? You could feel your chest begin to tighten, was he actually trying to end things right now? It shouldn’t matter to you. It should feel like a weight lifted off your shoulders no longer having to run to him whenever he calls but it doesn’t. Instead you feel a little panicked. Not because of the money, fuck the money right now. You’ve been saving as much of it as you could to have a rainy day find so you weren’t exactly worried about that. No, you were thinking about the fact that if you ended this then you’d be forced to do what you both agreed on and never see each other again.

Was that really what he wanted? Was tonight’s affection all just some lie still? You had thought you were tired of him but in reality you were just in denial over your growing feelings. You shouldn’t be together. You were young and stupid and broke. He was everything you ever dreamt of, a kid from a wealthy background, bright future, his life together, an actual adult. You’d never work out, surely your life goals were completely different but why did it actually hurt to think of whatever this weird agreement between you was?

“I’ll pay you for your presence tonight at dinner and I think this should be the last day we see each other,” it hurt him physically to say that out loud. He didn’t want it to end but it was clear to him you weren’t interested in him past a business relationship and he was really starting to blur the lines in his mind. He didn’t want to just pretend date you, he wanted to date you and it’d his five year plan of business pursuing. Plus, you were going on dates so clearly he wasn’t even what you were looking for even though he wished he was, “And I think we should block each other’s number.” If he didn’t he’d be all too tempted to call you whenever he thought about you, which recently had been all the time.

You just nodded silently making him look to you in search for answer, “If that’s what you want, okay.”

“What?” He tried to decipher your words trying to see if it was what you wanted, “I just think it’s for the best.”

“Okay.”

Ouch. Why were you brushing him off? He didn’t expect you to be crying throwing up over parting but he expected a little more. He hoped for a little more that would mean you wanted more from him instead of less. He knew damn well he wanted you more than he needed to be away from you.

“Tell me what you’re actually thinking Y/n,” he huffed trying to even out his breathing to control his emotions before he blurted out how he really felt about you.

“Nothing, you think it’s gone too far and I agree so I guess we should end it,” you cleared your throat, “I don’t need the money though. I actually enjoyed talking to your dad today, he’s funny.” Fuck, nobody thought his father, the CEO of a Fashion brand was funny. They thought he was serious and scary and ready to fire anyone who even looked at him the wrong way. If his parents had grown on you and he knew his father had at least took a liking to you it was harder to let you run away. He wanted to lock you up and keep you for himself.

“Yeah, he likes you,” Taehyung chuckled, “He thinks you’re good for me, says I’m too serious and need to lighten up.” It’s true. He’d told him that the same day you first met him. Told him that he hadn’t seen Taehyung look so enamored ever and it makes him think about how whipped he’d been even when he thought it was all an act.

He dropped his head down against the steering wheel, “I’m sorry Y/n. I just can’t do this anymore, not the way we’re doing things anyway.”

You didn’t say anything but also didn’t make a move to leave which he was thankful for and took it as his queue to continue, “I’m telling you this because if I don’t I’ll beat myself up over it and not because I expect you to feel the same.”

He lifted his head looking over to you, “But in truth, I want us to end the arrangement because I can’t pretend like it’s an act anymore. I think I’ve started to seriously develop feelings for you and knowing you went on a date tonight tells me you wouldn’t feel the same.”

Fuck. Why did Mina have to tell him you went on a date?

You shook your head turning in your seat to face him. You could see what the streetlight not far from you allowed you to and yet you were still blushing at the sight. He was so attractive and the more you got to know him the harder it became to ignore the fact.

“It’s not that I wouldn’t feel the same, in truth I hadn’t even thought it was an option for me to feel something for you. We are so different so I couldn’t imagine you making yourself available to me after practically shunning relationships,” you confessed suddenly out of breath, “That’s why we made this arrangement after all.”

“But that was before I got to know you a little more, and you’re the only woman who I’ve been able to get close to and not feel as if it was all just a plot to get married,” he said looking over at you, “I was tired of the blind dates and forced meetings that I thought doing it like this would be the easy way out. Trust me, I hadn’t expected to have fallen for you so hard so I completely understand why you would’ve felt that way. Now I just wish we would’ve met in a different way.”

“Please,” you scoffed sadly, “If it weren’t for this we wouldn’t have met at all. We’re on two totally different playing fields.” Okay that was true. If it weren’t for both of you signing up to that website he would be never met you and never had fallen for you. So as much as he hates how you two met he can’t pretend like it wasn’t the sole reason for you two meeting.

“Yes, you’re right,” he huffed out looking down at his lap, “But we can’t change the past. We can only think about what we want to do about it.”

“So?” You asked turning in your seat further to look at him, “What are you going to do about it? Are we really just ending things here?”

“Fuck,” he muttered shaking his head, “I don’t want to. I want to try this whole relationship thing out… with you. And I’m going to be really fucking embarrassed if you turn me down.” He tried to brush it off with a chuckle but it came out dry and sad.

You had to admire him for telling you this. The same man who’d been so serious telling you he’d rather spend money on a fake relationship then actually take the time to get to know someone at a deeper level. You never would have imagined you’d be just as eager to get closer to him when you agreed to some easy money. Instead of giving him the response he’d been waiting for you leaned over the middle compartment taking his face in your hands and bringing your lips to his.

Almost immediately, your lips met passionately and Taehyung was quick to tangle his hands in your hair and pull you closer despite the middle console between you two. His tongue licked along your lower lip as he angled your face up to him and when your lips parents enough for his tongue to slide in he was groaning into the kiss. He always knew you were a good kisser but damn did he like kissing you. You stayed like that making out for just a bit before he was reaching past your hips and to the back of your thighs trying to guide you to sit on his lap.

He pulled on the lever of his seat until there was enough space for you to crawl onto his lap and he was leaning the back of the seat as far as it could go practically lying down.

You crawled over to him,lips never leaving the his, and you straddled his lap. He wrapped his arms around your neck not squeezing but keeping you in place as he kissed along the curve of your jaw all the while his free hand snaked along your back lifting the end of the little black dress and gripped your ass. You softly moaned at the feeling and Taehyung continued to grope at your ass massaging you while he began to suck lightly on the skin of your neck. You grabbed his chin forcing his mouth back onto yours and then your tongues were fighting for dominance, and neither were giving up. Taehyung suddenly nipped your lip and you gasped. You leaned back from the kiss and saw him smirking up at you, hand still on your neck and looking at you like he could just eat you up.

“Why does it feel so different?” Taehyung asked, wiping spit from his and your lips. You licked your lips and took in the sight of the man below you, face flushed and lips parted. It did feel different than the last couple times you’ve kissed, but to be fair those were under different circumstances.

Lost for words, you replied with a smile pressing your lips again his. “Wait,” Taehyung pressed a finger against your waiting lips and you look to him in question.

“We’re in a car parked by an alley,” he started, “do you want to continue out here? I don’t think I’ll be able to stop if we keep going.” You pulled on the collar of his shirt bringing him closer to you, “I’ve never had car sex, but right now it’s looking a little too appealing.”

He laughed and leaned into your ear.

“It’s looking all too appealing” he ground his hips into yours and pulled a whine from you. You could feel his hardness under you not at its peak but definitely working up to it.

Your lips met again, playfully nipping each other a line of spit connecting your mouths together before you were backing off and pulling away. You crawled off his lap and kicked your shoes off.

“You wanna do this or not?” You asked suddenly growing impatient raising an eyebrow at him. He nodded and started to unbutton his shirt as you pulled down the underwear you wore. Once you were done you were back in his lap and yanked him forward with his tie.

His mouth drew open in awe at how much his tie constricted his neck and you leaned down and kissed him.

You leaned away from him feeling the steering wheel begin to poke at your back. You just smiled and licked along his neck trying to ignore it, hand sliding down his exposed chest feeling the light ridges of muscle that didn’t show yet. He was lean, not big and muscular but still you could he worked out. You groaned out in annoyance as the steering wheel hit you again and with one quick idea you were throwing yourself between the seats until you landed in the back on the black leather seats. Taehyung quickly followed suit fixing his chair up in the right position before he too jumped into the back accidentally hitting the horn in the process.

“This isn’t very romantic.” Taehyung said as he unzipped himself and pulled his cock out of his boxers and through the zipper. You stared at his cock, it was much bigger than what you had anticipated. It was mouth watering almost the way it thickened up the length but closer to the mushroom tip it thinned out before the bulbous head became more prominent.

“I’m sorry” Taehyung blushed, he didn’t want you thinking he wasn’t a gentleman. He didn’t want you thinking he wouldn’t love to be between your legs laying down in a bed of roses caressing every part of you he could get his hands on.

His hand came around your head digging into your head to keep you against him. You were starting to learn how much he loved to hold you into him in a kiss. The hand you had previously touching up his chest was suddenly brushing over his exposed member. He could feel the muscles in his stomach begin to tense when you applied more pressure onto his dick. You shimmied down the seat until your butt was up and your face was digging into his lap. He wanted to tell you he was in no mood for teasing because of how long it’s been since he last slept with someone but it seemed pointless anyway. Your lips were kissing up his dick in an instance making quick work of wetting his cock, licking the length up and down, swirling around the head.

“Shit,” Taehyung whined when your lips circled the tip of his cock slurping on the precum that dribbled out of his slit. He held his hips back from fucking your poor mouth when you began to lower down on his member saliva coating your hand as you began to jerk off whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. When he began to hit the back of your throat he couldn’t control the line of curse words from slipping past his lips. He looked around the dark car still a little paranoid someone might be around before his eyes casted down on the curve of your ass bent over nicely for him. He couldn’t stop himself from connecting his hand to your ass cheek groping you a little making your already short dress ride with his actions.

He played with your ass cheeks until he grazed over the middle where your heat was tucked away and puffy from arousal feeling his finger dip into the pool of wetness gathered at your core. He let his hand trail downward in search for your clit and when the tip of his middle finger found it he rubbed light patterns over it feeling the way it stiffened under his touch. Your hips wiggled slightly when the hand in your hair pushed down enough to block your airflow and your eyes were crossing at the feel of his thick finger dipping into your cunt.

You pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips to Taehyung’s cock. He wanted to go further maybe bend you over so he can have a taste himself but he also knew there would another time for that. For now he needed to feel the tightness of your push around his cock.

“I want you to ride me,” he instructed you leading you into him again yanking your dress up to your stomach and exposing your bare, wet pussy to his eyes. You sat on his thighs hands going to his shoulders as he held onto your hair tighter while the other hand of his guided your hips and positioned his cock against your cunt. He pushed in slowly, watching your quivering thighs come down on him and take him in his entirety. Taehyung gritted his teeth at the sudden warmth that overflowed him against your tight walls.

After a couple seconds of you getting used to his thick and raw size, you felt yourself relax and meet his eyes. “Can I move, darling?” He asked feeling your walls tighten again. When he started to move and deliver short, quick thrusts in your walls you couldn’t help but drop your forehead down against his feeling the grip in your hair only egging you to practically submit in his hold. Now if only his other hand would come down around your throat you’d surely be in ecstasy.

Once he found a rhythm he was able to let your moans guide him to move the way you liked all the while his hand was coming down in between your legs where your bodies connected in the back of his car and rubbed your clit.

“Fuck,” you whined trying to throw your head back but his hold on your hair kept you from moving. Your forehead was against his, eyes staring deeply into yours, noses brushing against each other as he began to buck up fucking into you harder. He pressed his lips against yours kissing you just how he had been. He watched his hips meet yours, never had he felt the need to fuck someone raw before.

You were so, so tight. His head fell back when you kissed along his jaw and down to his neck. Your teeth lightly nipped along the size of his Adam’s apple and he was pounding into your pussy, his own hips no longer touching the seat and holding himself upmoaned and tried moving his hips. He fucked you as fast as he could, brutally thrusting his cock into you. He rubbed your clit quicker barely grazing over it but enough to make you shake and you couldn’t take it anymore biting down on his shoulder on accident, “Tae—” He winced at the slight nip at his neck but froze at the feel of you cumming around his cock. You held your hips up as he brushed your hair gently while rubbing at your sides in soothing circular motions. You tightened even more and squeezed his member. He groaned out your name pulling you off his cock and spurting cum against your thigh hissing at the coldness surrounding his member now.

You brushed your hair away feeling sticky with sweat as Taehyung let his head fall back trying to catch his breath as he looked over to you. He found your hand resting on the seat and took it in his own before bringing it to his lips kissing the top of your hand. He tucked himself back into his jeans buttoning you his shirt as you pulled your dress down looking around the car for your shoes and underwear. It was pitch black out and with the black interior you could barely see a thing.

His bottom lip fell between his teeth as he followed after you to the front again.

He opened his mouth to speak, wanting to stay with you but completely unaware if he should. Would you think he was moving too fast? You both have been moving backwards in your relationship and clearly had no clue where to start a real one. You pulled your hair behind your ears head a little sensitive from the grip he had on you but it made you blush. You looked back to him, “So.”

“Do I have to go?” He asked abruptly looking over to you with hopeful eyes. You studied his expression, “No, but why don’t you move the car?”

He couldn’t help but smile at your words starting the engine and finding a new parking spot all the while holding your hand in his. When he exited the car he caught sight of his ridiculous appearance and laughed at the frizz in your hair that you desperately tried to tame. He ran his hands over your hair smiling as he pulled you into a kiss, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

“I liked it,” you mumbled against his lips as you pushed him away leading him up to your place.

You’d definitely have some explaining to do.

::.

not the best but not the worst lmaooo

anyways might do part 2 idk

YALL THE SMUT ITSELF IS LITERALLY 2K WORDS HOW LONG IS THIS BITCH HOLY SHIT

The Crown That Is Ours. kth

banner credits to the lovely @eerieedits

pairing: Taehyung x Reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut, royalty!au, arranged marriage!au, crown prince!th, princess!reader, idiots to lovers

summary: You never wished for it, but it was inevitable — an arranged marriage to a royal stranger. The Crown Prince Kim Taehyung.

A year into your marriage and life still holds you firmly in its grip. How do you plan to steer through this mess when the public suddenly comes knocking at your door, pitchforks and torches in hand, threatening: “death to all who commit fraud!”

rating: 18+ sexual content.

warnings: bad parenting (crooked with power iykwim), cursing, sloppy handjob, ball fondling, unprotected sex (be smarter!), dick riding, titty suck 🤤, clit play/flick, kissing, alcohol consumption (Tae’s a drunk horny asshole but he’s emotional okay), riots, palace break-in, mentions of blood, leg injury (non-graphic), Taehyung calls y/n love a bit too much lol sozz

word count: 13.2k

a/n ✑ happy birthday to the best boy tae! 💘this was only supposed to be 10k but yeah..got a little carried away. the fic was actually inspired by this gorgeous moodboard!

i wanna say a massive thank you to Indigo @playmetheclassics for beta reading this so damn fast!! your comments and suggestions have helped me so much more than you know ilyyy Indigooo you rock 😭💞 and also a big THANK YOU to Val @kookdiaries who made this beautiful banner, gosh i could never 🥲💜

cross-posted (chaptered) on ao3!!

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‧✧̣̇‧ The Art of Hating You

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: one bed situation au, one sided enemies to lover aus, smut, fluff, angst.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: jealousy, I mean it the jealousy in this bitch Is crazy, YN is seriously a bitch to Tae, cussing, alcohol, smut; unprotected sex, cream pie, begging, dirty talk, monster cock Tae, Rough sex, rough mouth fucking, clit biting, orgasm denial, dom!tae, restrained during sex?? Queen of Bratty subs reader, tae bends the fuck outta YN.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You hated Kim Taehyung with a passion. You don’t know why, you just know that you hated everything about him, his smile, the way he laughed, his gorgeous face, the way he was so friendly to everyone. You find out he was also invited to Jimins birthday vacation, you tried to avoid him but somehow Jimin mixed up the rooms so now you and Taehyung shared a room. Oh and there’s only one bed, what could possibly happen?

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 7.4K

A/n: I’m unashamedly begging for feedback <3 this one was my biggest worry to post so reassurance would be nice🫶🏽

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Park Jimin was, in your own words, stupidly rich. It’s almost like he didn’t know what to do with his own money, except on his birthday of course. That’s when he pulled out all the stops. This year he planned a week-long birthday bash during spring break, Jiminchella he called it. He reserved the hotel and private plane his father owned, all so his friends could enjoy his favorite holiday.

Of course you said you’d go, everything was paid for plus, no Kim Taehyung. He was going to be at his girlfriend's beach house for the week, so you rejoiced since he was the very thorn on your side that just won’t leave you alone. You were too excited for this vacation. You packed days early and had a whole spa day so you would be glowing. You were ready to have the best vacation of your life.

When you arrived everything was taken care of. Your luggage was taken to your room and the poolside was sunny and ready for you. You thanked yourself for having your bikini under your clothes already, so now you can enjoy your time, basking in the sun. You were barely there for a couple hours and you were already having the time of your life.

But all your good feelings were tragically ruined when you spotted the familiar curly bunch of hair in the corner of your eyes. You ignored it hoping, praying, begging that it wasn’t him.

But then you saw his obnoxious blue Hawaiian shirt and your blood ran cold.

No it can’t be.

Please god, don’t let it be him.

That is not Kim Taehyung.

But it was in fact Kim Taehyung. You groaned, wiggling in your chair like a child who just got told no.

What was he doing here?!?

And why was he coming over here?

Taehyung has two drinks with him which you assume one's for you but you don’t care for his kind gesture. You’re just mad that he’s here and ruining your vacation.

He goofily stands in front of you, trying to hand you a drink.

“What the heck are you doing here?” You grunted as Taehyung motioned for you to grab the drink but oh no, not on your watch, you won’t accept anything from him even though you absolutely loved pina coladas.

“Jimin invited me.” Taehyung smiled, and shrugged before he started sipping on his drink leaving yours on the bar counter.

He watched you fold your arms across your chest like the very brat you were. Taehyung smirked, thinking that he really wants to see if you’re this bratty in other situations.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? He’s my best friend.”

You groaned,” I know but I mean weren’t you going to go to your girlfriend's family beach house or something?”

“What?”

You scoffed, now he was just playing with you, he wanted to rile you up,” what are you? stupid? Your girlfriend! You were supposed to go to your girlfriend's beach house!”

Taehyung smirked, he had no girlfriend. He was invited to go to his friend’s beach house but ultimately chose not to. The way you seemed so annoyed bringing her up made his heart race with an icy feeling that he finds only you were ever capable of making him feel. Taehyung leans closer to you, so close you could smell the sweet sappy scent of his drink laced into his breath. It tickled your neck and raised the hairs on your arms, you sat frozen never having felt this tingly before.

“Oh? Is precious y/n keeping tabs on little ol’ me? How sweet.”

“I’m not!“ You blushed, finally moving away from him before he got too close. Taehyung sipped on his drink before clicking his tongue and cooing at your adorable pout.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous sweetheart.”

“Jealous?!? Of what?!”

“Of my nonexistent girlfriend.” He smirked,” I’d much rather be here with you anyways so don’t worry baby I’m all yours.”

Taehyung winked and you felt something in you snap.

Your patience maybe.

“Shut up Kim Taehyung!” You shot up from your chair and grabbed the drink he brought, your cheeks were heavy with blush and your chest spinning with annoyance,”Why would I be jealous?!? Who would want to date a big headed weirdo like you anyways! Now leave me alone!”

You turned on your heels and walked off, drink in hand because you weren’t one to let a free drink go to waste.

Even if it was from your worst nightmare.

Maybe you were being an asshole, but you just couldn‘t stand Kim Taehyung. Something about him made you cringe and shutter, maybe it was his smile or the fact that he was always so happy and giddy around you, clumsy even. He would never act normal and it made your skin prickle with hatred for the poor man.

He was also insanely hot which angers you even more. How dare God make him so hot? What was the reason? Just to piss you off?

It was definitely working because you felt your blood boil as you watched Taehyung flirt with a girl in a skimpy bikini. Completely forgetting that you called him a weirdo just a second ago.

Who was she even?

She’s not even that cute.

You crossed your arms laying back down in the tanning chair. You just needed to relax, soak up some sun and forget the son of a bitch who makes it his life mission to torture you. You sighed, snuggling up in your chair, at the tip of relaxation. Any second now you’d feel completely cool and calm.

But then something big covered the beautiful warm sun from hitting you. Interrupting your state of relaxation. You prayed, again, that it wasn’t Taehyung, but God made sure you knew you were not Gods favorite.

“Want me to put sunscreen on you sweetheart?” Taehyung cooed, hoping to get on your good side, but nothing could get this caveman on your good side.

Not even his cute smile.

“I don’t want your slimy hands on me Kim Taehyung,” You kept your eyes closed,” now move you’re in the way of my sun.”

Taehyung bit his lip before pulling up a chair next to you,” you can just call me Taehyung you know, taetae is okay too.”

“There’s lots of things I want to call you but TaeTae isn’t one of them.”

Taehyung relaxed in his chair, he found you so undeniably sexy and he had the nastiest urge to put you in your place.

“We’ll see about that now won’t we?” Taehyung licks his lips as his eyes dance all over your body. He took in every curve and mark, memorizing it for his own lewd dreams.

He was too excited for tonight, when you’d find out just who your roommate was going to be. He just hoped you won’t be too upset.

You open one eye to see if Taehyung left since he was oddly quiet but there he was, laying back, shirt off and thrown on his lap very badly hiding the massive tent that was there. You shook your head, you won’t let your love for monster cocks catch you off guard. You don’t care how delicious it looked in his pants. You won’t slip up, no matter how badly you wanted it to destroy you, especially because this one was owned by the very man you despise.

The same man whose body was making you tremble. His tan skin looked almost golden under the sun, a little dewey from his sweat but your primal instincts wanted you to lick off each drop of sweat from his body.

You need to get laid.

You huffed causing Taehyung to open one eye to glance at you.

“You want some sunscreen now?” He said in a serious tone which upset you because how dare he try to be so caring?

He barely knows you.

You shutter and turn your head to ignore him again. This time though, he sighs and gets up from his chair. You sneakily watch him leave, his broad shoulders and tiny waist make your mouth water.

Why does he have to be so sexy?

You’re upset again and act like the lonely feeling in your chest was one of victory. Taehyung never actually did anything to you. He just existed but you felt like that was cause enough for you to hate him. His stupid smile and his gorgeous eyes sometimes met you in your dreams, glowing just for you.

But you hated it. You hated thinking about him and the weird stupid feelings you got when you did.

“Stupid Taehyung.” You grumbled when you saw him walking to sit prettily next to Jimin at the bar, unashamedly staring back at you.

Jimin was Taehyungs best friend since kindergarten. Bros until death do them part. He prided himself in the fact that Taehyung looked to him for advice or help when it came to his love life.

And he would be proud right now, except Taehyung asked him to do something that he knew would get him in a lot of trouble with you. He hated that he couldn’t say no to Taehyung when he really wanted to because Jimin does not want to deal with the flame of anger that is you.

“You owe me so bad, she’s going to absolutely tear my ass open.” Jimin rubbed his face as Taehyung watched you with those stupid lovey dovey eyes that Jimin knows, makes Taehyung do the absolute most for the person he’s smitten for.

“Yea yea whatever.” Taehyung waved him off, you weren’t so scary.

You may act tough but Taehyung knows better, he knows how sweet and warmhearted you are.

Of course not to him, but he’s seen you give your freshly bought sandwich to a homeless man and then run inside to buy him a drink. He’s heard you console a friend who had been broken up with and Taehyung thinks you were an Angel with the kindest heart he’s ever known.

Except once you saw him you turned into a demon that demanded to know why he was even looking at you. It was like he was the bane of your existence. But Taehyung saw this as an opportunity, he wanted to get you alone and finally find out why you hated him so much. He wasn’t going to force you to stay with him, he made sure Jimin had an extra room just in case but it tore him apart knowing that the girl he loved hated him.

And for no reason whatsoever.

Taehyung stared at you and stopped himself from going to ask a third time if you wanted sunscreen. He just wanted to touch you and be near you, he wanted to press his fingertips against the flesh of your thighs. He wanted to feel your collarbones, and feel the way your breasts feel against his hands.

“She’s going to fuck you up Taehyung,” Jimin reminded him, breaking his train of thoughts,” you’re so dead.”

“I know,” Taehyung smirked,” I can’t wait.”

You didn’t see Taehyung for the rest of the evening. You rejoiced and used the massage coupon that Jimin had so graciously gifted you because he claimed you were his best friend and he needed you calm and relaxed for the big party. After your massage you basically glided to your room, head empty and body numb from the deep state of relaxation you were just in. You opened the door and saw the lights were turned on.

No biggie, they might have turned on by themselves.

You walked in and dropped your towel on a chair to start taking your tshirt off not noticing the man that was laying on the bed, watching Tv, patiently waiting for the mess that was going to ensue.

“Hi sweetheart.”

You shrieked, hiding your bikini even though he saw you in it a couple of hours ago.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?” You yelled, but Taehyung was unphased. He smirked, eyeing your body that looked even better in this lighting.

“This is my room.”

“Oh hell no.” Your stare made the ache in Taehyungs heart hurt no less than before.

But he pushed through with a greasy smile.

“Oh hell yes.”

“This must be a mistake,” You gathered your towel and your bags that you just now realized were already inside the room,” wait how-“

“Come sit YN~ let’s watch a movie together.” Taehyung patted the bed next to him and that’s when you again just realized that there was only one bed.

One bed.

One big comfy bed.

You felt anger burst from your toes ripping ever seem in your body until it reached your head.

“Get out.”

“Nope.”

“Get out! You big-” you huffed,” you big stupid monkey! This is MY room! See how there’s only one bed?”

“Yea we're supposed to share sweetheart,” Taehyung again patted the empty spot next to him,” promise I won’t bite,” he smirked,” unless you want me to, then I’ll bite you all over baby.”

Taehyung winked and you felt like a volcano burst in your chest, hot angry lava squeezing out of you.

But instead of yelling you closed your eyes and turned around.

“I’m going home.” It was the only solution since you knew Park Jimin had this entire hotel booked.

“Wait YN! I was kidding,” Taehyung shot up from the bed, almost tripping on the blankets so he could get to you, his eyes wide and anxious,” I went too far! I’m sorry- y/n-“

You ignore him and gathered your luggage, you were oddly calm on the outside but on the inside you wanted to kick and scream.

“Y/n please don’t go,” Taehyung grabs the luggage from your hands, forgetting that he was the stronger one from you both,” please don’t go.”

You looked at him, pouty and heart racing. You don’t say anything but you let him talk.

“I promise I won’t be weird, you can have the bigger pillows and- and- I’ll get up early to get breakfast for you tomorrow.” He pleaded, he really didn’t want you to leave.

And something in you didn’t actually want to leave.

“Please stay? Jimin would be really sad that you’re leaving- we- you’re going to miss the pottery class..” His voice trailed as he internally cursed himself for pushing you too far.

“…how’d you know about the pottery class?” You asked since Jimin had multiple events planned his guests could do and Taehyung seemed to know about the one you were most excited about.

“I- I just figured, since you like art and stuff,” Taehyung lied through his teeth, he won’t tell you that he suggested it to Jimin just for you,” you won’t want to miss the big party either.”

Something about the way he spoke to you made you ease up just a little. You looked into his eyes and felt calmer, maybe it was just a mistake. Shit happens, Jimin might have messed up but Taehyungs right he’d be sad if you left now. Plus you would miss pottery night and you really didn’t want to do that. You sighed loudly before letting him take your luggage,” I get the side next to the ac.”

Taehyung smiles and wants to hug and kiss you but goes against his heart's wishes since he’s already been pushing his luck with you. He’s decided to let you do your own thing but it got harder to not bother you after you came back from taking a shower. The air was thick and silent, adding pressure to the weight in his heart. You wore these tiny shorts and button up pj shirt that made him want to rip them off of you, especially since he can tell you had no bra under. The way you breasts seemed extra pillowy and bouncy, you definitely had no bra on and he wanted to shove his face in them and suffocate on their taste. Taehyung wonders if you had any panties on either. He couldn’t help but feel so lustful for you, you just looked so sexy brushing your teeth while watching Diners, Drive Ins and Dives.

Aside from making his cock harder with each sound you made, his heart beat like a drum in a marching band. You seemed calm and okay with his presence so maybe now was his chance to finally ask you why you hated him so much. He waits for you to finish your night time routine, when you snuggle under the blankets, right next to him. His fingertips felt numb from tapping them along the bed sheets, his heart welled in his chest but he had to do it.

Do it.

Ask her.

Taehyung turns the tv off making you grunt and look back at him but his eyes avoid yours,“Yn why do you hate me?” Taehyungs voice is low and calm, like he’s been practicing this same question for days now.

He catches you off guard since you didn’t expect him to ask.

“You act all goofy, it’s- it’s annoying,” you whispered, causing him to laugh, not chuckle or giggle but a hearty laugh that has you blushing.

“Why- Why is that funny?”

“Seriously because I act goofy?” He chuckled.

“Yea?”

“Do you know why I act goofy?”

“Because you’re annoying?” You snorted, wasn’t it obvious?

“No silly, I act goofy because you make me nervous.” Taehyung explains hoping you’d get why.

“Why?”

Okay. You obviously didn’t get why. He takes a deep breath before looking right into your eyes, the brown swirls of your irises make him want to get lost in the sweet aura of them.

“Because I like you YN.”

“What?”

“I like you. I have a big fat nasty crush on you.”

You stayed silent, mouth open and heart racing. You didn’t know how to respond so you decided not to.

“I’m going to sleep now! Stay on your side.”

You swiftly moved under the blankets, hiding from his confession. You didn’t feel him move but you felt his eyes on you, making guilt sweep through your body. You finally heard him sigh, which broke your heart, but then he laid down turning the lights off before whispering a sad’ Good night.’

You tried to sleep but aside from the ache in your heart, Taehyung just wouldn‘t stop moving and sighing very loudly. You snap at him because you’re supposed to be up and early tomorrow for a shopping spree, courtesy of Jimins mother.

“Oh my god Taehyung go to sleep!”

“I can’t.” Taehyung muttered and you hear the heartbreak across your mountain of pillows.

“Just close your eyes!” You suggested but you knew he had them closed, you just wanted him to shut up.

“I am,” Taehyung slowly says and each word is like an arrow into your heart,” but I still can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can‘t stop thinking about you,” he sits up,” You totally broke my heart.”

You scoff and snuggle into your blankets to bury your feelings in them,“You’re being dramatic.”

“I just confessed to you and instead of kissing me you go to sleep. I get to be dramatic-“

You quickly sit up, almost offended that he expected a kiss,“Why would I kiss you?!?”

But the next few words he speaks drive the steak right through your heart. Obliterating whatever was left of it.

“Because you like me too.”

“What?” He smirked and you wanted to smack that sexy smirk right off of his face,” You self absorbed asshole- what makes you so sure I like you?”

“I just know, you don’t actually hate me, I just make you feel things you don’t understand.”

Taehyung shrugs, he had you stunned again, how dare he imply that you like him. You feel called out, embarrassed that he’d read you so easily.

No way.

Impossible.

You hate him.

But he does make your heart race a little?

And you do like the way he smiles.

What did he do to you anyways?

You racked your brain for even just a small memory of him doing something but nothing comes up. You try to sift through the reasons, but now they don’t seem so bad anymore.

They seem cute and justified.

Because he likes you.

You liked to win but you weren’t a sore loser, you could admit when you were wrong. Okay, you were a sore loser, you couldn’t admit it but Something about the way Taehyung was being vulnerable with you made you want to show him that side of you too.

“M-Maybe my anger was..misplaced,” You played with your thumb, pouting and avoiding his eyes,” maybe I don’t hate you like I thought, maybe it’s the opposite or whatever.”

You shrugged feeling a tremendous weight lifted off of your shoulders. You finally looked Taehyung in his eyes and you were not disappointed with his reaction. Taehyung was grinning from ear to ear, his ears red with love for you.

Taehyung took this opportunity to close the gap between you two, destroying the pillow wall that so cruelly separated you from him. His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips molded so beautifully against yours. Like a puzzle piece that finally found it’s missing half, a kiss that felt like a complete piece of art. Then you felt his tongue pressing against your lips, you savored his taste, you memorized the texture of him against you.

The kiss was a lot messier and hotter than planned, Taehyung takes it to the next level when he pushes you against the bed. His body so hotly on top of yours and hands pinning your arms above you so his mouth could peacefully paint a mosaic of hickies on your neck, you whined trying to grind up into him but his heavy hips stopped you from getting any friction.

“Taehyung,“You grunted when his teeth nipped just a little too hard.

Taehyung lifted his head and you saw his whole being change right in front of you. He was no longer going to be soft and so giving. Taehyung was going to teach you a lesson.

“Oh?” He smirked,” look at you, whining for me when just a second ago you were calling me an asshole. But now you want me?”

“Taehyung-“

“Do you think you can just get whatever you want so easily? Where’s the effort y/n? Where’s my apology? My confession?”

You groaned,” I confessed already!”

But Taehyung wanted a proper confession.

“Doesn’t count, apologize and tell me you love me.” Taehyung smirked, this would be your one chance for redemption, and it was tempting since his cock felt so heavy against your pussy that it made you want to renounce any feminism left in your body. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of an apology.

Not yet at least. You wanted to play just a little.

“Fuck you and your apology.” You spit out, smirking when Taehyungs smile turned sour.

Something tells you, you probably shouldn’t have said that but you couldn’t help it. It was in your nature.

Your heart and pussy waited for what he was going to do and you think you don’t have to wait long because Taehyung clicks his tongue in disappointment before getting up from his position to let go of your hands. He sits up on top of your thighs, and sinfully licks his lips while untying the strings of his sweats. His eyes hooded and dark with lust.

“You know what y/n?“ Taehyung spoke as his slender fingers pushed sweats and black Calvin Kleins down to reveal his thick aching cock. He strokes himself, grunting when you try to sit up.

But no, he was in charge right now, you weren’t going to have your way,” I’m going to give you one last chance. This time think about what you’re going to say sweetheart. Really think about it.”

You don’t think about it, you just let the words slip from your lips.

“Fuck you.”

Taehyungs had enough, he decided right then and there that he was going to ruin you. You deserved no mercy. He moves on top of your body so his cock now hovers your face. Taehyung smoothed his hand down his cock before growling out his command.

“Stick your fucking tongue out.” Taehyungs jaw

clenched as he messily rubbed his tip all over your lips, you looked up at him with hooded eyes before obediently opening your mouth to lewdly stick your tongue out for him. His dark expression quickly shut you up, but also excited you.

“Good girl.” Taehyung rested the head of his leaking cock on your outstretched tongue and slowly rocked against the warmth and wet of it. Spit gathered on the corners of your mouth, waiting to be collected by him.

“Take a deep breath.” Taehyung breathes out a moan before feeding more of his cock into your mouth. You close your eyes and huff, you've wanted to choke on him ever since you saw his bulge earlier.

You understood now, you didn’t want to just rip his dick off, you wanted to rip it off from coming on it so hard.

It all makes sense.

Taehyung doesn’t care if you’re ready for it or not, he reaches the back of your throat and you gag on him,”Baby, Ah, your fucking mouth-“

The feeling of your throat around him has his hips diving deeper into your mouth, fucking it softly for the time being.

He enjoys the way your hands claw at his ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth until your nose touches his skin. You gag repeatedly, brain begging you to do the sensible thing and take it out.

But a hot combination of his hitched moans, and the way he stutters your name makes you want him to live in your mouth. He fucks harder and a little faster like it wasn’t your mouth he was fucking. You breathe through your nose like you’re a pro but you love the way he suffocates you.

“You look so good gagging on my cock yn,” Taehyung moans and pulls out so you can breathe, you practically gasp for air but quickly lick the tip that he so lewdly smacks you with. Arousal shoots down your spine directly in your pussy, making it sticky and impatient,” you’re driving me crazy.” He whispers as his cock makes itself comfortable in your mouth again. His hand threads through your hair as he continued his harsh pace but Taehyung feels his edge coming at an alarming rate. Maybe it’s because its the added love in his bones but he pulls back, cooeing when he sees a string of saliva and precum connecting you two. It snaps against your lips and he wants to lick you clean.

Taehyung hastily removed himself from your chest to get rid of his clothes, excitement surges through your body so you wait patiently.

“You okay baby?” He asks when he sees you cleaning the corner of your mouth.

You nodded, feeling shy that you couldn’t take his cock like you wanted to. You wanted him in the deepest part of your throat but your gag reflex was your worst enemy.

“You did really good,” Taehyung lays on top of you once again to kiss the ghost of his love bites that bruised your neck ,”do you want your reward?”

“Y-Yes please.” Your voice was rough, making your blush harder than you already were. Taehyung harshly undresses you, ripping open your shirt to reveal that his suspicions were true, you had no bra underneath. He throws it somewhere you absolutely do not care for at the moment, you squealed when his hands yanked your panties off, nearly dragging you along with them. His lips quickly wrapped around your nipple, sucking on the bud so softly it contrasted to his other hand that pulled on one harshly. You whined but he doesn’t stop until your nipple is swollen and glossy with spit.

Taehyung slowly leaves kisses on every inch of your body until he reaches your pussy, it practically glowed with arousal. He placed sweet kisses around you, until his arm reached over to uncover your clit and wrap his lips around it. He didn’t give you the satisfaction of even just a tiny bit of suction, he just wanted to feel your clit on his lips.

You looked down at Taehyung, whining and silently begging him to do anything but you weren’t prepared for the soft, wet tongue on your clit. You gasped and arched your back, burying your fingers in his hair. He pulled back from your clit to nip and bruise his art on your thighs,” I’ll never get tired of this.”

Taehyung wet his lips before his jaw dropped open to lick your slit in one slow motion, you wanted to call him a pervert but he stopped the words from coming out of your mouth. You whined again pulling his curls to get him closer, deeper in you but his arms anchored you around his head as his plush lips wrapped around your clit once again but this time giving it the sweet suction it wanted.

You sighed before closing your eyes as Taehyung dived down to lap at your hole that was practically leaking. Taehyung feels like you haven’t learned your lesson though. You haven’t apologized or even told him that you felt the same way he feels for you. Taehyung wants you to yelp in pain, he wants you to push his head away from your glossy cunt so he cruelly pulls away from your pussy to very lightly bite down on your swollen clit. You do exactly what he wants and squeal from the pain, you're calling out to him asking him what he’s doing but he repeatedly bites down, dragging his teeth until the word ’stop’ sits on the tip of your tongue. And as you’re about to scream out, he suddenly pulls away from you. Taehyung settles on top of your body once again to kiss your swollen lips.

“What’d you do that for?” The tears on your eyes bring him satisfaction.

“I'm sorry baby you didn’t like that?” Taehyung kissed the tears that formed because of him.

“N-No.”

“I’ll make it up to you~” he cooed and traveled down your body once again to kiss your clit in apology. You winced in sensitivity but felt your edge a lot closer because of the pain.

“I’m- I‘m gonna cum Taehyung-“ You huffed, fisting the blankets when you feel his tongue softly lap at your clit. Your pussys pulsating, wanting its release, you’re so close, so close. You feel it glowing at the tips of your fingers.

But Taehyung feels you clenching around his tongue and that’s when he decided that he was done.

“Well that’s too bad isn’t it?” He smirked.

“Taehyung!” You pulled his hair so his face hovered over your very abused pussy but he pushed your hands off to crawl on top of your body to face you. His lips are shiny and puffy as he licks them clean, you whine when his tongue licks the underside of your jaw, over your lips and cheeks. Taehyung spreads your essence all over your face which makes your pussy glow with want for him.

You wanted more though, you feel like you deserve more. You’ve been good, you’ve been listening to him and not talking back.

So why isn’t he touching you?

You decided to risk it and guide his hand that’s on your hip, towards your pussy, swiftly moving his fingertips against your drenched folds,” feel how wet I am Taehyung.” You whisper hoping to convince him to touch you but he only scoffs.

“Ya I just made you that wet.”

You push one of his fingers to play with your clit, eyelashes fluttering to convince him more,” you can make it even wetter if you want.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue before nipping at the spot right under your ear.

“What a selfish, needy brat, trying to take something without giving back.” He scoffed,” I’m not fucking you until you admit that you like me.”

“Taehyung I can’t,” you whined, humping his hand that was between your legs,” it’s embarrassing.”

“Why?” His fingers teasingly rubbed circles around your clit, never giving you the pleasure you craved,” you weren’t shy about gagging on my cock but you can’t tell me about your feelings?”

You huffed against his neck, he was right but you felt your whole body blush just thinking about confessing your feelings.

Feelings. Yuck.

“Ilikeyou.” You quickly muttered, feeling satisfied with it you moved to kiss his puffy lips.

But he wasn’t having it. He wanted to hear you say it, he wanted to memorize the way the words sound coming from your beautiful pout, like a poem that swoons his heart.

“Nope,” he moved his head away,” Loud and Clear, exactly like how you were moaning my name earlier.”

Taehyung smirked, watching you with hooded eyes as you brought his hand from your pussy up to your mouth. You both stare at the string of your release connecting his fingers. You wanted him so bad, you needed him. Lust took over all of your senses so you didn’t think twice before licking all over his hand. The wet of your saliva replaced the wet that shined from your pussy, making him groan. Taehyung stared at your mouth, and the way you lightly sucked on his finger. His mouth agape and occasionally cursing from how good it felt.

“Fuck turn around,” Taehyung quickly lifted himself from your body leaving you cold and aching,” get on your knees.”

You do as he says, now believing that he won’t give you what you want unless you’re good. You wiggle your ass for him, hoping he’d just tear your pussy apart but Taehyung scoffs and slaps the flesh of your ass. It leaves a red mark of his hand and he gulps, but he won’t slap you a second time.

He spits on his cock and watches you reach behind you to spread your lips apart for him. Taehyungs tip hovers over your clenching entrance like a cute sort of kiss to you. He almost wants to giggle but your whine brings him back and he roughly thrusts the very tip inside. You wince but love the pain that gives you goosebumps. He slowly feeds you more, totally getting off on your moans and whines. He feels on top of the world right now, he’s dreamt of this moment for years and now here you were the woman of his dreams begging him to fuck you into oblivion.

Your clenching feels delicious on his cock, it leaves him speechless. He won’t speak if it means he gets to hear you wanting him. Taehyung pulls out just so his tip is in you but then suddenly rams his whole cock back inside. You have to hold on to the wall in front of you otherwise his thrusts would send you into a concussion.

“Is this what you want Y/n?”

“Yes! Oh fuck-“ you choked on your spit as Taehyung rammed into you, his pace hard and rough,” Taehyung oh my god-“

“You like it sweetheart? You like my cock?”

He hands gripped at your ass, nails digging into your cheeks.

“Tell me how much you like it, Y/n.”

The bed frame starts to smack into the wall but neither of you care. You only care about the feeling of his cock stretching you, making you see galaxies.

“Y/n,” Taehyung smacks your ass, this time with a heavier hand,” talk to me baby.”

“F-Fuck me,” you moaned as you arched your back so you can get that extra stretch from him,” Harder- please-“

Taehyung abruptly pulls out, you whine for the millionth time that night because you were so close and he just had to pull out now? He flips you over as his hands find the back of your thighs. He pushes them to your chest so your pussy was completely vulnerable to him. Taehyung thrusts his girthy cock back inside of you but this time your pussy is a lot more welcoming to him.

He’s a lot slower with his thrusts, but they were still hard and heavy. The sound of his cock hammering inside you brought a deep blush in his chest, he loved it more than he should. The slick noises and skin slapping against each other made him a lot hornier than he was already.

Taehyung feels impatient now, he wants to feel you cum around him. He wants to see your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

He needs it.

Taehyung towers over you so his cock hits deeper into you. His necklace dangling in front of you, moving back and forth but you're distracted by the finger on your clit that's smothered with his touch.

“Cum for me baby.” he whispers and you feel your orgasm rip you apart, spreading goosebumps all over your skin. It leaves you silently gasping, fingernails digging into his forearms to ground you.

“So fucking beautiful. Fuck!” Taehyung doesn’t stop his pace, instead he moves just a little bit faster. You’re numb from your orgasm but you feel his hips stuttering and fighting through your tight clenching.

“I’m gonna cum-“

You rub his arms and Taehyung falls on top of you, letting go of your thighs to wrap his arms around your body. He pulls you in closer, tits pressing on his chest and the cold of his necklace burns on your skin. You want him to cum in you, you almost needed it.

“Cum in me taetae.”

Taehyung chokes on his spit as he takes in the way his nickname rolled off of your tongue. His cock pulsates inside you,“Ah shit, fuck, baby-“

His cum feels warm and thick inside you, if you weren’t so damn tired you would be fidgeting from the weird feeling but you stay still, letting him fuck his cum inside you. He moans one last time before he makes sure to empty every last bit of cum inside you. He doesn’t want to pull out but he wants to see his creation. He wants to see the mess he made, the mess he made because of you. Taehyung catches his breath before holding himself up with shaky arms. He sits up, pulling his hips back as his cock hits his stomach with a wet smack. You whine from sensitivity, but you clench knowing what Taehyung wanted to see.

His cum drips out of you, and Taehyung intensely watches it. He licks his lips, very tempting to fasten his mouth back on your swollen pussy but doesn’t because he knew you’d fall asleep and he wanted you awake and noisy.

Taehyung does, however, kiss your clit before going to the bathroom and getting something to clean you with. He comes back and you wince when cleans the drops of cum from you.

You feel your heart swirl with love, maybe now is the perfect chance to give him what he wanted.

“Taehyung I’m sorry,” you sleepily whisper,” I love you.”

Your simple confession and apology was like a silver bullet, excruciatingly piercing his heart and absolutely killing him. He wants to clench his chest but he keeps cleaning you, kissing your sleepy pout.

“I love you too.” Taehyung finally says, with just a little bit of shakiness in his voice. He’s waited for this for so long but now he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Should he run to Jimin and tell him everything or keep you in his arms until you push him away? He decides cuddling you would be a better option. Besides Jimin is probably having in orgy back in his room and Taehyung would hate to interrupt.

A couple hours later, the sun wakes you up, you groan burying yourself in the warmth of your blankets. Your hand reaches out to Taehyung hoping he’d get the hint and squeeze you but you find the other side of the bed empty, no sign of him. You thought he might be in the shower but when you laid quietly the room was completely silent aside from the hum of the ac. Maybe it was a dream, you think, but the ache between your thighs and the bruises that cover your body were evidence that last night really did happen.

You fucked Kim Taehyung.

And you told him you loved him.

You squealed, completely embarrassed about last night but then you heard a tiny knock on the door and immediately the butterflies in your tummy fluttered all over. You felt nauseous, shaking with an emotion you used to mistake for hate but now know it was love. You groaned before getting up to open the door, you grabbed a robe that was courtesy of Jimins care package. You opened the door there he was balancing three plates filled with different food in his hands with the room key in his mouth. His heart swells and aches seeing you, his hickies on your neck and your pretty face puffy from sleep. Taehyung swiftly walks in before setting the plates on the desk inside. He kisses your cheek before fixing up breakfast.

You’re left to sit on the bed, questions floating inside your head. You figured you won’t get any answers unless you ask them.

“Taehyung what happens now?”

“What do you want to happen now?” Taehyung stopped setting up the plates so he can give you his undivided attention since he knew your mind must be going into overdrive with questions. He pushes you back so you’re laying down, he towers over you, hands on each side of your head. His necklace dangles in front of your face and you have to stop yourself from putting it in your mouth.

“I don’t know,” you huffed,” what do you want to happen?”

Taehyung chuckled, seeing you shy like this was giving him the biggest heart boner,” I want to be in a relationship with you.”

Your eyes grew wide, blush blooming from cheeks to your ears.

“Like…girlfriend and boyfriend?”

“Yes,” he pecks your glossy lips,” girlfriend and boyfriend.”

“That’s so embarrassing.” you whispered which made Taehyung chuckle because of how cute you were.

“Totally embarrassing.” He kissed you once again but this time didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss. His hands untie your bathrobe and you feel all tingly again.

You and Taehyung let your breakfast get cold because Taehyung decided that he’d rather be eating you but you weren’t going to miss the bottomless jimimosas that were promised for lunch. So you pushed Taehyung and his dangerous lips away from your swollen clit to get ready. You were nervous since everyone would ask why you both were gone. Everyone knew you hated Kim Taehyung, it was your brand.

You decided to pretend like nothing happened, maybe no one would even notice. You brushed it off and finished getting ready for Jimins lunch buffet.

No one will even notice.

Except they definitely did notice, everyone at the table stopped what they were doing just to gawk at you two. It was so obvious what had happened, and Taehyung, again, didn’t care to hide the obvious. He wanted to flaunt you, he wanted everyone to know that you are his now. He had his shirt halfway unbuttoned, showing off the artwork you left on him. You stood by Taehyung fidgeting and hoping no one would make a big deal but Taehyung never cared about what anyone thought so his fingers easily found yours and laced them together making you blush even harder than you were before. You didn’t push him away which made the scene even weirder to take in.

No one spoke but watched you follow Taehyung as he served your plate. You stayed close to him, feeling incredibly shy. Which was very, very uncharacteristic of you. Usually you’re a social butterfly but now you avoided everyone and even snuggled into Taehyungs side because they just kept staring. Taehyung noticed and kissed your pouty lips. You swore you heard a couple gasps and whispers. That’s when Taehyungs head snapped towards everyone, heart beating with annoyance.

“What?” Taehyung spoke to everyone at the table,”I can’t kiss my girlfriend in peace?”

Jimin chuckled, biting his lip since he expected you to be the one with the fiery response,” Kiss your girlfriend all you want taetae.”

Taehyung grinned and kissed your cheek with a greasy smile. You whined and nudged him off of you but you exhaled the anxious cloud that built up in your chest, you felt glad that everyone there accepted this change.

Yourself included.

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A/n: 🫣🫣🫣 this took longer than expected 🫶🏽 sorry for taking so long to write it but also let’s all flood my Sam @justanotherstarlightmonger with love because without Sam????? This fic would still be in the drafts….

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maybe i do: “one-year anniversary” | kth. (m)

➵ summary: celebrating an unforgettable year married to your dreamy husband, your anniversary could have never been sweeter. 

↳ 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, fluff, smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 10k

➵ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (both parties are able to consent), tooth-rotting fluff 🥺, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, BDSM, D/s relationship, dom!tae, sub!reader, big dicc!tae, pussy fondling, use of wine (😏), breast play, choking, leather cuffs, suspension, use of a riding crop, pain kink, pussy slapping, oral (f. receiving), cum-eating, passionate/rough sex, nasty sex, impregnation kink, creampie <3

➵ a/n: WOOP WOOP here are the mid babies celebrating their one-year!! hopefully it’s as fluffy and dirty as you thought it would be  <33 thank you endlessly to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!!! i hope you enjoy and your feedback is always appreciated!

Taehyung forgot your anniversary. 

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girls like you. (m) kth

‘swear to god she’s a blessing and a curse, should’ve learned from you’

pairing. taehyung x reader genre. smut, some plot (not really) word count. 26k warnings. three separate smut scenes: masturbation in a public bathroom, handjob, exhibitionism on a bus, tae creeps on oc’s nudes, brief mentions of oc being a sex worker, dirty talk, messy sex, praising, grinding, pussy job, cum swallowing, overstimulation, forced orgasms, oral (m. receiving), fingering, begging, use of sex toys (hitachi), color system, use of safe word (yellow not red), crying, edging, choking, cockwarming, oc is very much straight forward and ‘in charge’ but def not a dom summary. girls like you were the ones he desired from afar. girls like you weren’t the girls you take home to mother. girls like you knew the power they had over a boy like him and fuck, did he love it. note. this is a reupload of an older story that i took down to be re-edited. it’s essentially pure filth with some plot and it’s mostly an excuse to write something where Taehyung is a little submissive compared to the reader. also 100% inspired by the song girls like u by blackbear. please let me know your thoughts on this thank u ilysm !!

The daily commute from his home to university was always long and boring to put it simply. The monotonous routine was something he could do with his eyes closed. It started the same every morning, waking up with sleep still heavy on his lids, grabbing a quick bite to eat from the convenience store by the bus stop, and waiting in the differing degrees of weather until the hunk of metal creeped up the street. 

There was one plus to dragging himself out of bed at the ungodly hour of five am in order to catch the bus on time—really why did he ever think choosing morning classes was the way to go—regardless, the blessing came in the form of a near empty bus the second he stepped on.

Considering he was one of the first stops for this route, he’s lucky enough to always snag a seat. It’s the same seat every time and he’s almost positive the regular riders knew this by now. Snagging a seat meant he could tuck his headphones in, rest his head against the window of the bus and pretend the way his head bounced back from the potholes wasn’t killing the last remaining brain cells he had.

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listen. oh queen of life-ruining banter. i come to you on my knees because i require frenemies hatefucking with tae. featuring all the banter. and him being a menace. no this is not self-indulgent at all wdym sdlfjsldkfj - congrats again on your milestone :')))

WANNA FUCK ON CAMERA | KTH

You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.  

✿ pairing: taehyung x reader

✿ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | frenemies to lovers | smut

✿ word count/date: 3.3k | July 2022

✿ warnings: fingering | nudes (ig??) | unprotected vaginal sex | spit | tae is annoying

✿ notes: I’M SO SORRY THIS ENDED UP JUST BEING A FULL FUCKING PWP ONE SHOT KJDKFHS also i def didn’t proofread this enough so sorry 🥴

✿ masterlist | ao3 | join my taglist

✿ what was jai listening to? camera - dj drama ft. 1st fkl, lil uzi vert, mac miller, & post malone

If Kim Taehyung placed his grimy hands on the small of your back one more time you were quite literally going to rip them off. 

“Babe, we didn’t take a picture together yet.” Before you could react, there was a bright flash of light that formed black holes in your vision. A sleek film camera was the culprit. Not unfamiliar, you’d fallen victim to Taehyung’s “artistic endeavors” on more than one occasion. 

“Babe?” 

Your spotty eyes grew wide as you quickly turned back to the large man stuck in between you and Taehyung. You’d caged him into the corner of the living room away from the rest of the bustling bodies crowding the apartment you shared with Hoseok. From the moment your roommate introduced you to Namjoon at the start of the party, you were on a mission to get a good grip of his head in between your thighs. 

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, waving your arms in an “X” to ward off Taehyung’s evil. “We are not like that, at all. Gross, no. I don’t even know why he’s over here.” You hissed that last part with gritted teeth and shoved an elbow into Taehyung’s ribs. 

“We came to this party together, babe. What are you talking about?” Taehyung’s mouth morphed into a deep pout. Your’s, on the other hand, hung open like a fish. 

“Excuse me? This is my fucking apartment!”

You watched with growing frustration as Taehyung’s pout curved into a sweet smile. He was an abscess aching your teeth.  “Babe, you’re so cute when you joke around.” 

“Ummm… I think I’m going to go.” 

You both turned to look at the large man stuck in between you. He avoided both of your gazes; instead, his gentle eyes searched the depths of the room, looking for a way out. 

“Namjoon, wait,” You reached out to grab his forearm, “Just ignore him, he’s an idiot.” 

Namjoon gave you a soft, tight smile. “It’s okay, I don’t want to bother you.” He didn’t give you a second glance once he disappeared deeper into the apartment. 

You spun around on your heel and jabbed your finger against Taehyung’s chest. “Listen here, TaTa. If you don’t stop cockblocking me all fucking night, I swear to God.” 

“You swear to God what? What are you going to do?” Taehyung cocked his head to one side and you hated how hot it was to watch his bottom lip disappear between his teeth. He raised his eyebrows at you, tilting his head back a bit so he looked at you down the sharp bridge of his cute little freckled nose. 

He knew you wouldn’t do anything. There was nothing for you to do. 

He was such a piece of shit. 

“Why did Hobi invite you,” you muttered, pushing past Taehyung. You made very little ground before he was snatching your wrist in his large hands. “Can you please leave me alone? I’m not drunk enough for your shit right now.” 

“Let me get my beautiful model a drink, then.” 

“You are the most arrogant, conceited, cockiest person I have ever met in my entire life.” The grin that bloomed across his face was the exact opposite of what you wanted to see, but everything your body was being pulled towards. 

“Thank you.” 

With a huff, you shook your hand from Taehyung’s grip and continued swimming your way through the sea of people trashing your apartment. Leave it to Hobi to throw a massive party to celebrate “the beginning of his birthday month” without bothering to ask you. When he knew you hated most of his friends, Kim Taehyung in particular. How he’d managed to wiggle his way into your friend group was beyond you. Probably because he was hot, and hot people could get away with everything. 

Well, you didn’t think he was hot, obviously. Other people did. Not you. Nope. 

“Do not follow me.” You threw the command over your shoulder, praying to the lord that he would grow a brain and listen to you. Breaking free of the last throng of people, you walked the hallway until you got to your bedroom, Taehyung hot on your heels. You tried to slam your bedroom door shut but Taehyung had the toe of his boot wedged in the doorframe. He wrapped a hand around the edge of the door and pried it open just enough to slip his lithe body inside. The click of him locking the door made your spine shudder. 

“You’re so fucking stupid, Kim. Why don’t you go find someone to suck your dick and keep your nose out of my business? I’ll even let you use my bathroom.” Arms crossed against your chest. Chin jutted out. 

Taehyung snickered, keeping his focus on wiping away a smudge mark on the surface of his camera lens. “Bothering you gives me infinite more pleasure, believe it or not.” He looked up to meet your gaze. “And you know how much I love chasing pleasure.” 

By this point your anger was hardly well-contained. As you flipped through every scenario in your head you were finding fewer options to get him out of here. Murder may have been the only option, actually. 

“God I love how hot you look when you’re pissed.” Taehyung had the audacity to sit down on the edge of your bed, his long legs spreading like the space-hogging man that he was. 

“Take a fucking picture then. It’ll last longer.” 

“Ooh, you’re so clever, so edgy.” Despite his taunts, he did what you said, quickly snapping another picture of you. You flipped him off. “Glad you’ve finally agreed to model for me. How do you feel about nudes?” 

“Get the fuck out of here.” 

“Not even just a topless one?” 

“I would never, in a million years, even if my life depended on it, get any amount of naked in front of you.” 

“That sounds like a fun challenge, doesn’t it?” He got up from your bed, leaving the camera to rest on your fluffy comforter. His amber eyes dropped to watch your lips, the edges of his own lips curling slightly when you backed up against your dresser. A bottle of hair product tipped over and rolled off the dresser, thudding against the floor. 

“It’s not a challenge, Taehyung. It’s merely a fact.” 

“Look at what you’re wearing. You’re already halfway there.” Taehyung shrugged. He ran his index finger along the skin of your midriff exposed by your crop top. Reaching your belly button, he dragged his finger downwards until he landed on the zipper of your shorts. “Don’t act like you’re not desperate. The way you were hanging all over that guy said enough.” 

“Fuck off,” you said in an exhale. You made no effort to push him out of the way; this was one of many mistakes. 

“Hmm…” You practically felt the baritone vibration of Taehyung contemplating your comment, the hum rumbling from his throat. “Okay.” He took a step back and sunk onto your bed with his camera resting beside him. 

“What do you mean, okay?” You closed the gap he’d created and stared down at him with your hands on your hips. “You can’t just say okay.” 

The tiniest of smirks lifted the corner of Taehyung’s mouth, but he held it in as best he could. Controlling his eyes was another thing; he let his gaze travel the length of your body. “Am I not giving you what you wanted?” 

“Well, yes.” 

“Then what’s the problem?” 

You opened your mouth, but immediately snapped it shut. Taehyung leaned back on his palms with his broad chest on display and his legs spread. How had you ended up standing between them? He tilted his head up slightly jutting his chin out at you while his eyes continued to examine you. Dissect you. His gaze felt razor sharp on your searing skin. 

“Just admit it. You want me. It’s obvious how I affect you.” You felt your stomach flip as Taehyung ran his fingers through his hair, though a few curls decided to bounce back over his forehead. “One simple kiss and you’d be begging for me.” 

You absolutely did not want him. Had you thought about what those piercing eyes would look like from between your thighs? Maybe. But who hadn’t?! It was a natural consequence of being “friends” with Taehyung.

“You’re an idiot.” Another glare was shot his way when the stupid smirk returned. 

“Prove it then. Prove you don’t care.” 

If there was anything you hated more than this idiot, it was being doubted. Fuck this guy for wasting your time, invading your space, and then insulting you in your own house. 

“If you tell anyone about this I’ll cut your balls off,” you hissed. 

“I’m so scared,” Taehyung said with a lick of his lips. You wanted to smack that mischievous glint out of his eyes. Hell, you should have. But instead you were determined to knock him off his high horse. If you weren’t going to get into a physical altercation, you were going to fuck up his ego. 

Shoving Taehyung backwards so he was once again leaning on his palms, you climbed into his lap with your hands gripping his shoulders. Before he could say anything else stupid, you brought your lips to his and tried not think about how many things had been in his mouth. 

It was clear that Taehyung was trying to prove a point because he immediately began to devour you. His hands flew up to grip your ass to pull you tight against him, making your hands slide forward so you now had your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Biting down on your bottom lip he coaxed your mouth open to slip his tongue inside. You shivered at the taste of him, sweet like the grapefruit soju he’d been drinking. Distracted by him licking at your mouth, you gasped when you felt Taehyung buck into you. He forced your hips to rock against him and spread your thighs even further apart as you straddled him. 

Eventually Taehyung broke the kiss and you welcomed the opportunity to breathe. His lips ghosted yours, the two of you panting heavily against each other’s mouths. He kept a firm hold of your ass while he guided you to continue grinding against the growing bulge in his jeans. Every drag of his zipper against your core provided enough friction to alert you that you were soaked through your underwear. All because of a guy you’d swore you weren’t affected by. 

The reminder of why this was even fucking happening made you let go of Taehyung’s shoulders and lean back slightly. What the fuck. 

“You did that way too eagerly,” he snickered once you pulled away.

“Shut up.” You reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair to tug it out of annoyance because apparently Taehyung tore down your maturity level to that of an elementary student. The moan that came out of his mouth made you freeze. He stared into your eyes with his soft lips parted and all you could hear was his erratic breathing and the pounding of your heart in your head. “Looks like you’re affected by me.”

As if you weren’t an absolute mess in your pants right now. But he didn’t need to know that. 

“I never said I wasn’t.” The intensity of his gaze was too much for you, but looking away felt like surrendering. “Are you going to admit defeat now?” 

“You’re insane,” you scoffed, determined to hold his gaze. 

Taehyung broke first. He let go of your waist and brought his hand forward to press his thumb hard against your clit through your shorts. You instinctively tightened your hold on his hair, tugging slightly. The action pulled another moan out of Taehyung and it was impossible for you to hide the way you grinded against his hand. 

“You want me. Just admit it.” 

“No,” you snapped. Taehyung raised his eyebrows as though he was shocked by your determination. You were not giving in, no matter what your body wanted. 

Even if he pulled down the zipper of your shorts. Even if he tugged on the waistband of your underwear. Even if he squeezed his hand inside your underwear to drag his fingers through your arousal. 

“Admit it.” 

Your breath hitched when you heard the wet squelch of Taehyung teasing your entrance and rolling his fingers against your clit. You couldn’t speak for fear a moan instead of words might fall out of your mouth, so you merely shook your head. 

Wrapping his other arm around your waist, Taehyung bucked into you at the same time he slipped two fingers inside of you. The force with which you bit your bottom lip to keep quiet was enough to shoot pain through your nerves. Seeing you like that and feeling your thighs tremble against his told Taehyung everything he needed to know. 

But he wanted you to say it. 

“Come on, Y/N,” he cooed a soft whisper in your ear. He curled his fingers, pressing your front wall until he found the spot that made you dig your nails into his biceps. “Just admit it and I’ll give you what you want.” 

He quickened his pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you with enough force to rock you back and forth in his lap, all the while his dark eyes locked on yours. 

“You’re a piece of shit,” you attempted to hiss but your voice broke into a loud whimper. Taehyung grinned and gave you one final thrust into your g-spot before he watched you arch into him, eyes closed and head thrown back as you moaned his name. He leaned back slightly to give him the perfect angle to snatch up his camera. You thought the bright light was probably the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life quite literally making you blind, but your pleasure quickly turned into a pterodactyl screech. 

“KIM TAEHYUNG WHAT THE FUCK!” You lunged for the camera, but he held it above your head and your legs were still too shaky to do much of anything. “Did you just fucking take a picture of me while I… while I…” You beat against his chest. 

“You looked too good not to immortalize the moment,” Satan himself said with a laugh, absorbing your punches with the cockiness of the most horrible person in the world. “If you want to try for a better shot, I still have five photos left on this film.” 

“I’m going to fucking murder you.” 

“Sure, you can murder me. I’ll die happy now.” You felt weak in the knees once again when Taehyung popped his fingers, wet with your cum, into his mouth to suck clean. “Or you could admit that you want me and I’ll split you open the way you deserve.” 

Fuck. 

You were in big trouble. 

Taehyung’s cocky grin disappeared as you eased back down into his lap, replaced with a look of determined lust that clouded his lidded eyes. At this point, it wasn’t about admitting that he turned you on or that you wanted him. At this point, you needed him. 

“Say it and I’m yours,” he whispered. Goosebumps bloomed across your skin as he ran his hands up your sides, pushing your crop top up as he went. You lifted your arms to allow him to pull it off of you. He sucked his teeth when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra and immediately brought his mouth to your nipple. You let out a soft moan when Taehyung flicked his tongue against it, swirling a circle until it was erect and he was satisfied enough to move to the other. 

“Fuck you, Taehyung.” You clawed at his t-shirt, less gentle in your approach as you ripped it over his head. Next your fingers flew to unbutton his jeans. “I admit it, okay? Are you happy now?” Frustration made your movements frantic and you tugged Taehyung’s pants down as hard as you could, barely giving him time to maneuver around you to lift his hips. 

“Admit what?” He planted a hot kiss against your throat to muffle the deep moan that rumbled in his throat when you finally held his cock in your hand. 

“I need you, fuck!” You shimmied out of your shorts and shoved Taehyung onto his back. “Why are you such a fucking dick?” 

You grabbed his cock a bit too aggressively and Taehyung briefly watched his life flash before his eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have pushed you so hard. Though he quickly got over it, hips bucking into your hand while he watched you spit on the tip and let it run down his shaft, slow and sweet. 

“Took you long enou-” Taehyung gasped when you rubbed his cock along your pussy, quickly coating him so you could sink onto his cock until your clit rubbed against his abdomen when you leaned forward. The stretch was enough that you probably should have eased yourself onto him a bit slower to avoid the head of his cock piercing your cervix the way it had, but at this point you were too pissed off to give a shit. He lifted his head to watch you roll your hips on him, the twisting sensation making his cock pulse inside you. 

“Holy fuck.” Taehyung dropped his head back onto the mattress and dug his fingers into the sheets as you began to fuck yourself on him. Sure, he’d promised to fuck you good, but you had absolutely no patience for whatever he was willing to give you. You picked up the pace, one hand squeezing his shoulder for support while the other dragged your nails down the length of his chest. You may have dug into him a bit deeper than you needed to, but the red streaks you left on his skin were more than satisfying. 

“Don’t even think about taking a picture of this,” you muttered through clenched teeth. That sweet, hot buildup of pleasure rippling through your abdomen was starting to get more and more unbearable, but you needed to know that the little creep wasn’t going to ruin a good orgasm for you by playing paparazzi again. 

Taehyung whimpered, shaking his head frantically. “I swear, oh fuck. I s-swear I won’t.” 

His babbling was both pathetic and cute, and you prayed he didn’t bust a nut before you got to. To have Kim Taehyung writhing beneath you with that tight little waist and bulging biceps, all to have him cum first?? No fucking way. 

“Good boy,” you snickered and Taehyung practically lost it right there. 

“You’re insane,” he huffed, closing his eyes once he felt you tighten around him. “Fucking insane.” 

You wanted to bitch him out some more because you definitely weren’t the insane one here, as if he hadn’t toyed with you only to immediately give in once you gave him a taste of his own medicine. But you let it go as you felt that sweet buildup in you finally snap. “Fuck, Taehyung,” you moaned, feeling his hands come up to grab your waist to guide you on top of him as he fucked you through your orgasm and your movements began to falter. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to finally reach his release; you weren’t interested in overstimulation after the sweaty, horny mess he’d made of you. 

Leaning your forehead into his shoulder, you let your body go limp on top of Taehyung as the two of you caught your breath. 

“Don’t fuck with me anymore,” you threatened, though the post-orgasm shakiness of your voice didn’t make you sound very convincing. 

“I can fuck you again, though, right?” 

You lifted your head to see that fucking grin again and groaned, dropping your face into his neck again. “Maybe.” 

“Are you down for nudes next time?” 

“Don’t fucking push your luck, dickhead.” Your body jiggled as Taehyung laughed. There was the cocky Taehyung once again, the one you oh so loved. Something told you if there was a next time you wouldn’t have it so easy. 

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“Your husband has the perfect remedies against the boredom on long flights. Snuggles, neck kisses and his pretty cock pounding into you. Sounds like fun? Very much so.

Alternatively: The story of the night where you and your husband finally managed to get pregnant.”

Pairing: CEO!Taehyung x CEO!Reader 

Genre: Married Life!AU, Smut

Warnings: subby!Taehyung, dom!Reader, Madam kink, public sex in their private plane, trying to stay quiet, making out, grinding, thigh riding, fumbling hands, riding him, cumming inside, mentions of chastisty, mentions of car sex, slightest humiliation kink, talks about trying to get pregnant, impregnation kink, they’re so in love & so horny & are just so ready to be parents :(

a/n: This the night the ihyily!couple finally managed to get pregnant. They like to say that it happened during their holiday in Paris, but nope, those two horndogs got pregnant on a plane. We love to see it 😌 I hope you guys enjoy it, cause I had a lot of fun writing it 🥴💜

“Come on Tae, or else we are going to miss it!” you call over the hundreds of scurrying people in the massive departure hall so your husband would be able to hear you.

His nervous eyes peek over the silver frame of his glasses, sending you a silent apology. He tightens the grip around the handle of his leather bag before finally starting to run, trying his hardest not to bump into strangers’ shoulders.

You and him are running late. Again.

You have no idea what it is with you and airports, but each time you and Taehyung find yourselves in one, you seem to run terribly late. At least he wasn’t distracted by playing Candy Crush this time around, which doesn’t mean that you were running any less late.

Mister Choi has already called you three times, informing you of your tight schedule. It wasn’t a leisurely flight you and your husband would take today. As a matter of fact it was a very important business flight to the far away city of Paris. Your company has finally branched into Europe and as the official CEO, you found it only appropriate to be present for its launch. Taehyung insisted on coming with you. You and him had terribly busy schedules and barely saw each other lately, so he suggested he accompany you so you and him could spend time together and have a few lovely days in Paris. You said yes of course, because spending time in Paris with your husband sounds like a romantic dream to you.

Taehyung reaches you with his arm extended so you can fetch his hand mid-run. You do, intertwining your fingers with him and tugging him down the crowded hall.  

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lazy | kth (m.)

pairing : boyfriend!taehyung x fem!reader

summary : you’re eager to start the day early but Taehyung wants to stay in bed so you can’t figure out if he’s still sleepy or just being…lazy.

rating : 18+

genre : fluff, smut, established relationship, pwp

word count : 2.8k

warnings : oral (m. receiving), semi breath play?, light face fucking?,dirty talk, restraints? unprotected sex, creampie, a LOT of teasing cuz Tae is so annoying 😭 (wbk but they’re both brats so)

a/n: did not mean to post this first but here we are lmfao. also you’ll see their dynamics here so wehee enjoy my late ass update 🤡

— part of perfect two series — masterlist

You’ve been glaring at your boyfriend when you should be enjoying the early rays of the sun coming through the window. Already dressed up in a black bikini, your current search for your sundress to pair it with seem to be fruitless. Taehyung too is still hugging that grey pillow against his body, eyes closed and ignoring your calls of his name.

“Taehyung!”

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maybe i do: “one week without sex”

➵ summary: when a small, petty argument spirals out of control, you and your husband settle on one solution to the problem; betting who can last the longest without sex. it won’t be easy, but you and taehyung are equally determined to win, and you’ll both stop at nothing to secure your victories—even if it means playing dirty. 

↳ 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: 20k

➵ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (both parties are able to consent), constant sexual teasing, high-class gang cameo!!, getting caught in the act 👀, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, D/s relationship, dom!tae, sub!reader, big dicc!tae, heavy making out, breast fondling, choking, finger sucking, male and female masturbation, sexting/phone sex, use of a sex toy (vibrator), exhibitionism + voyeurism (with each other), drunk sex, rough, needy sex, riding, hitting it from the back, impregnation kink, creampie <3

➵ a/n: and here it is!! again 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!

“You’re gonna be late, honey, be quick.” 

“Who cares? I am not leaving you.” 

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two friends one love | kth

summary | you used to date Namjoon, the guy who introduced you to Taehyung. Taehyung is slowly becoming a close friend of yours but you dance on the line of friendship and more. neither one of you knows what’s going on and things get a little awkward when everyone else sees what’s going on between you two but you.

warnings | 11.1k words. college kids, friends to lovers, pining, no angst, mature friendships/relationships, not toxic, kinda sweet, smut, soft dom Tae, no protection(WRAP IT UP YALL WE DONT WANT BABIES), light dirty talk, living room sex, table sex, floor sex, sweet, oral sex (f recieving) cunnilingus, fingering, nipple play, small mention of daddy kink, just overall lighthearted but explicit smut lol

When you've broken up with someone typically you don't want to be around them anymore. Obviously it also depended on the breakup and how much damage was done to each person right? Your break up with Namjoon wasn't bad, it wasn't filled with fights or screaming matches. If anything it was pretty calm and feelings were mutual.

After his college graduation he was set to go to Tokyo for a couple months to study there for an internship. You ended up going on vacation for the summer and since both of your feelings had fallen out it was a mutual decision to be friends instead. The only thing in common you had now were friends in fact.

Over year and a half of dating Namjoon you’d both been able to mesh your separate friend groups into one large one, even going as far as matching up your friend Sungha with his close friend Jungkook. Other than those two there was Jin and Taehyung who you met through Namjoon and even your friend Jina who you introduced to the group. So, even after breaking up you could still consider them all your friends and with Namjoon graduated and onto some bigger things you weren’t suffocated being around your ‘ex’s friends’ all the time.

Though, even knowing that the guys were still your friends you felt odd joining Sungha and Jina today when they met up with the others after your last class. You were gone for two months visiting your hometown and spending time with family that you barely had a chance to talk with any of them aside from the occasional meme being sent to you by Jin. The small cafe just off campus was empty surprisingly and you found some of your friends sitting on the couches. Jina took your hand in hers as she cut through the couch to an empty chair that you both squeezed into.

“Y/n!” Jungkook leaned forward giving you a side hug as he was joined by his girlfriend, “When did you come back?”

“Yesterday,” you told him greeting Jin and Taehyung with a little wave. Sungha turned to him rolling her eyes, “I literally told you yesterday.”

Jungkook shrugged, “I forgot,” he turned to Taehyung, “Did you know?”

He nodded, glancing over to you, “We talked this weekend.”

Jungkook made a face as if intrigued to hear that. Since Namjoon introduced you to these guys you’d always felt a little more comfortable with Taehyung. He was easy to talk to and an even greater listener. And honestly, he was also one of the ones you’d talk to over the summer. Taehyung stood up looking around, “I’m gonna get another drink, anyone want anything?”

You stood up leaving Sungha by herself on the couch and Jina to talk with Jin, “I need coffee.” You left with Taehyung to the register. A smile spread across his face as he nudged you with his shoulder.

Rolling your eyes with a hint of a smile you looked at him, “What?” He shook his head motioning for you to move up in the line which you did, “Nothing, just a little disappointed that you didn’t text me last night.”

“I was tired,” you shrugged him off. He nodded understandably, “Well when you’re all settled in let me know so we can hang out.”

You ordered yourself an iced coffee and Taehyung butted in ordering a tea and paid for you drink too. You left back with the group, Jungkook taking your spot next to his girlfriend making you sit on the couch next to Jina and Taehyung.

“Did you know Namjoon comes back in two weeks?” Jin asked you now making you shake your head. Since your break up with Namjoon happened before you left for vacation and he left for his internship you haven’t had any communication with him. The two you’ve talked to the most were Sungha and Taehyung. You’d gotten close with him before your break up with Namjoon and after your break up Taehyung had been a good friend to you.

“I didn’t know,” you shrugged not caring much over it anyway and drinking your coffee. Later on you rode the bus back to your apartment your best friends had gone ahead and taken care of during your trip.

“I’m just saying, you’ve got some hot ass friends,” your coworker Bitna said on your first day back to work. You worked at a retail store part time and considering you were close friends with the store manager you were able to pick up your job again once returning from your trip. It was a decent sized store that sold mostly graphic tee like streetwear.

“Like who?” You asked back as she watched you fold t-shirts for her to put away.

“She’s obsessed with that one friend of yours Taehyung,” Hoseok came forward and said, “You should’ve seen her stalk your Instagram and tagged photos.”

“Yes! He’s so hot please Y/n, please set me up with him!” She clung to your shirt begging you, “Like a double date!”

“A double date? You’re crazy,” you rolled your eyes, “I can try and set you up with him but I’m not going on any double date.”

“Jimin can be your date! That way it’s not an actual date for you and I can’t meet Taehyung on my own I’d probably embarrass myself, please?” Bitna said shoving some shirts in their respected cubes making you glare at her. You finally agreed when she offered to cover any shift for you even if it’s last minute just once and if you work in retail you know everyone hates covering shifts.

That night you texted Taehyung with an offer.

you | question

taehyung | answer

you | there’s a girl I’d like u to meet

taehyung | :/

you | my coworker thinks ur hot and I promised to help her out plsssssssss

taehyung | ://///// what do I gain from this

you | my love and affection?????

taehyung | eh

taehyung | do my homework next week

you | lame but ok

So that’s how you found yourself on a ‘double date’ the next weekend. You got to warm Taehyung to the idea some more in your shared classes. You only saw him a couple times during the week but you told him about Bitna. That’s why right now you sat next to him with him across from Bitna and you across from Jimin.

“What sort of photos do you take?” Bitna had asked him over dinner. They’d just been discussing their hobbies and she was trying to make small talk. You and Jimin had a separate conversation but eavesdropped on Taehyung’s just to be safe that he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable. You already knew Bitna and Jimin well but this was his first time meeting them so you wanted to make sure he didn’t feel anxious.

“Landscape mostly, especially the countryside,” Taehyung told her raising his glass to his lips struggling to find what else to ask her. He glanced over at you and Jimin finding you smiling at something he showed you on his phone. He smiled back at Bitna, “But sometimes portraits if I’m up for it. I always feel nervous asking someone to let me take a photo of them.”

“Have you ever photographed Y/n?” Bitna asked curious of his friendship with you considering you were a common topic they could both discuss. He looked over at you again, your eyes matching his soft gaze and he shook his head, “Not yet.”

“Well I want you to take some of me too!” Bitna laughed jokingly making him join her as he agreed absentmindedly. He liked her, she was cheerful and extroverted so he felt drawn in immediately. It helped that you talked her up all week but even as his standard for tonight was high she managed to surpass it. He can tell she’s an attractive person so that did help form his opinion but at the same time he’s not sure yet if he’s into her from this meeting alone.

“Taehyung, you can be honest with me,” Jimin cut in shortly after looking across the table at him, “Is Y/n really that good at Beer Pong?”

His brows furrowed staring at Jimin in confusion before shifting his eyes back to you tilting his head as if gesturing a ‘huh?’. He turned back to Jimin in thought remembering all those he’d lose to you and Namjoon at random parties. Nodding his head he smiled, “I’d say so, sometimes she’d get them all by herself.”

“Told you,” you crossed your arms looking smugly turning to Taehyung, “He didn’t believe it.”

“You gotta come out with us and see for yourself,” Taehyung told Jimin. The four of you managed to keep a steady conversation going for a while longer and by the time you left the restaurant the Sun had set and stars sprinkled the sky.

You stood outside the restaurant with the others, Bitna cutting in first, “I’m going this way so…”

“Me too,” Jimin went to stand next to her as she looked back to you and Taehyung. You looked up at him and he did the same with you, “I’ll take Y/n home, we’re going the same way anyway.”

Just like that you split in twos with you and Taehyung heading in the opposite direction from the other two. You looked over to him, “So… What did you think?”

“Yeah,” he trailed off looking at the dimly lit street staring across at anything that caught his eye, “It was fun. She’s nice, and Jimin… he’s funny.”

He wasn’t lying. He did actually think it was fun, they were cool to talk to but he didn’t want to make any promises. He liked talking to Bitna but he’d need to meet her more to decide if he’s into her or not. He’s not the type to sleep around or entertain. If he wanted to be with someone he’d put more effort. And since he’s not looking for anything serious he doesn’t want to say he’d go out with Bitna again without him leading her on. The main reason he’d agreed to come out is because you’d asked nicely and he had something he wanted to talk to you about when you were alone.

You didn’t push him to explain any further, walking casually toward the bus stop. You looked to your left at the empty park across the street, a smile lighting up on your face at the idea. You began to head in that direction, Taehyung slowing down in curiosity. His brows scrunched together watching you cross the street, “Where you going?”

“There’s swings!” You’d moved into a run leaving Taehyung behind to follow after you. He chuckled at your sudden excitement sitting down on one of the chain linked swing already swirling around by the tip of your feet. You motioned toward the empty seat next to yours urging him to sit and he shook his head, “What if the bus comes and we miss it?”

“Just for a minute, I haven’t been on one in years,” you said kicking off already, “Please? Enlighten me, show me your swinging skills.”

Rolling his eyes he caved in taking the chain in his hand as he sat down. You were already swinging higher than him and he grunted with a good push off the ground raising his longer legs to catch up to you.

“I’m going higher than you,” you laughed watching him struggle to reach you. With a mischievous look in his eye he stuck his arm out catching your chain dragging you back to him causing you to sway. He had a huge boxy grin on his face watching you squeal at the tug before letting it go for you to twist the chain. A smirk played on his lips, “What about now?”

You moved to swing your leg at him looking behind him for a moment eyes widening, “The bus!”

He looked behind his back watching the bus approach the stop and you shared an urgent expression before jumping off the swings. He took your hand in his forcing you to keep running and at his pace too.

You were both panting laughing out of breath as the bus driver stared at you two clearly unamused. You scanned your bus pass and followed Taehyung watching him scoot into a row and patting the spot next to him.

You plopped down next fanning your face clearly more worked up than he was and he laughed at that moving his hands and pretending to fan you too. Not that many more people were on the bus, a few high school girls in the back, a few office workers in the front, and then you guys.

The girls behind you were louder and laughing pointing at Taehyung which made you laugh. They probably thought he was cute. He raised a brow at you completely oblivious to it but catching your laughter. Some time after the bus had moved again it had quieted down between you two. It was late and you’d both been out all day with classes, studying, group dates, and the damn park. Like you two are college kids wasting your breath on swings, but it was fun. He had fun, probably more when it was just you two and he can be comfortable but he tried not to think about it.

He considered you a good friend. He’d always been thankful to Namjoon for introducing you to them all and he’d never imagined being friends with his friend’s girlfriend. And there seriously had never been any ulterior motive in him getting closer to you. It had genuinely just developed into a friendship and Namjoon knew that. He also knew Taehyung would want to talk to you still after their break up just like the others. Your groups had managed to break out into the large group of friends that enjoyed hanging out.

And he just needed you to know he cared about you as a friend. He looked over at you, his head hanging low, “You know how Joon’s coming back next week?”

“Yeah?” You’d been so close to falling asleep when he’d spoken up. You felt the heavy weight in your eye lids but shook the feeling away turning to look at him. He did the same, both of you facing each other as best as you could sitting next to one another.

“Do you think you will get back together?” He asked seriously. You shook your head looking at him puzzled, “No, it wouldn’t work out. I mean, we haven’t talked since we broke up and honestly, I feel like it was the right decision.”

He waited for you to continue and you did, “Like… neither one of us were left completely heartbroken? It was mutual, we’d both known the relationship was done. I just don’t see us being the type to go back to it.”

Taehyung nodded, staring forward making sure you didn’t miss your stops, “Well…” he licked his lips nervously, “I just want you to know that I still want us to stay friends, no matter what happens.”

“Thanks Taehyungie,” you said teasingly making him roll his eyes at the nickname but still smiled. The bus announced the upcoming stop and he nudged your arm, “Come on let’s go.”

Namjoon’s return was highly welcomed by everyone. Jin had gone as far as throwing him a ‘welcome home’ party the day he landed.

It was only a small bit awkward between you two but definitely not unbearable. He gave you a hug asking how’d you been. Then there was the small talk you do when you haven’t spoken someone in months after breaking up.

Namjoon was happy to see you, genuinely. He loved you, obviously not the same anymore but come on. It’s only been a few months and he cared about you, that wasn’t going to change overnight. You had just grown apart chasing down different paths. He waved goodbye when you left to go get another drink and he stood back with Jungkook.

Taehyung had texted you earlier looking for you but you’d been distracted with Namjoon. He looked great and he still gave you that sense of security around him. Sungha pulled you into her side, “Have you seen Jungkook?”

“He was back there with Namjoon,” you told her pointing to where you’d last seen him and she was off. You looked after her missing the presence behind you until they were tapping your shoulder, “Boo.”

You jumped, hand on your chest as you whipped around finding Taehyung laughing. You rolled your eyes, “You’re annoying.”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he ignored your comment looking around, “I thought Jin said this was supposed to be small.”

You shrugged your shoulders in response moving closer to him when two strangers cut through the thick crowd of people. His hand went to your lower back as he stared after the two tempted to say something. You moved back again once the coast was clear, “I think this is small to him.”

“Let’s go tell people they owe us money and pray they’re too drunk to question it,” you perked up already spotting a few targets. He shook his head, “Genius idea, but no.”

“I promise it works,” you argued, “We could go buy food with it.”

“We can go get food later even if we don’t do that,” he tried to reason. He spotted a clearing over by the balcony doors and he took you by the wrist pulling you over there to at least have more room to move around.

“Y/n!” Jina yelled over the music pushing her way through tracking you down once you were more seen, “Y/n, I need your help. So I’m talking to this cute guy, right?”

She kept going before you could agree, “And he’s got this super cute friend just like third wheeling and I feel like he’s so your type.”

“Huh?” Your expression could’ve been photographed and posted on the internet as meme, “Babe what are you talking about?”

Taehyung chuckled leaning back against the wall in amusement as he listened closely. He kind of felt bad for you. Not only has Bitna dragged you into some dating match up but now Jina was trying to too. It’s like you haven’t been able to catch a break since you came back.

“Come on before they get bored and leave,” she reached for your hand but you stopped her, “Jina no, I’m not interested, sorry.”

“Please?” Jina begged getting closer to you. She stared into your eyes making you lean back and with a defeated sigh you turned to Taehyung, “I’ll be back.”

He waved you off turning to his phone and lightly sipping his drink already thinking about how bored he was about to be. He could go and find one of the guys but he didn’t want to in case you came back.

“I knew I’d find you on your phone in a corner,” Namjoon chuckled walking over to him. Taehyung raised his head with a smile, “Hey, I would’ve gone up to you but I figured you were tired.”

“So fucking tired,” Namjoon agreed joining his side, “But Jin insisted. I don’t even know half these people here.”

“They don’t even know what we’re celebrating,” Taehyung chuckled staring off at the strangers and few familiar faces. He caught sight of you across the room talking to some dyed blonde guy laughing a little at whatever he said.

“You know I was scared to see Y/n again,” Namjoon confessed staring over at you too, unknowing of the way Taehyung was too, “I didn’t want her to ignore me or it be too awkward.”

“Really?” Taehyung asked looking at him. He nodded turning to face him too, “I still care about her even though we’re not together anymore.”

“Would you get back with her?”

“I don’t know,” Namjoon shrugged answering truthfully, “I think right now I don’t see it happening since we haven’t seen each other in a while but you never know. It’s hard when you’ve been friends with someone and then start seeing them. It’s like you can’t tell if you’ve always had feelings for them or if whatever you did feel was already gone. You care for the person as a friend and as a person and honestly it’s hard to understand.”

Neither of them said anything for a moment just processing whatever Namjoon had said. It was you who came in with an interruption not even looking at them as you sighed dramatically, “Oh my god I’m so fucking hungry.”

You gave Jia one final ‘sorry’ after your escape from the guy and turned to look at Taehyung. You faced Namjoon surprise evident on your face but you managed to come back, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Namjoon said back, “How are you hungry? It’s late.”

“I think I forgot dinner,” you told him looking to Taehyung too. Namjoon just nodded as he looked between you two with narrowed eyes, “Alright well I’m gonna go see if Yoongi’s here yet.”

Taehyung didn’t say anything for a bit, trying to decipher how Namjoon was doing. How he felt about him standing here next to you. He knows Namjoon knows they’re friends but still, they’ve gotten even closer since you came back. He shook the thought away, “I’m hungry too.”

“We could’ve had money to get food,” you reminded him of your plan, “Money that wasn’t even ours. Also, okay bare with me.”

Taehyung seemed to rest back with a knowing look as you turned to him, “Do you consider money free? Like when someone says ‘free money’ is it actually free? Or do you consider it to cost something?”

“I don’t think—“ you cut him off before he could even try and speak reason. “I know you don’t think but just let me explain. If you handed me a twenty dollar bill and said ‘Here’s some free money’ would it really be free? Or would it be ‘20$’?”

His brows furrowed in thought, his brain short circuiting. It’s like he knows the answer but at the same time you’ve got him questioning it, “It’d be free to you but it’d cost whoever gave it to you 20$.”

You nodded looking at him curiously, “Exactly.”

He chuckled smiling to himself as he took a drink from his cup. He made a face as the alcohol poured down his throat already letting him know he did not want to get drunk. He cleared his throat trying to erase the taste, “Alright let’s go, I’m hungry.”

He led you toward the front not even telling anyone you were leaving hoping you could just sneak back in and no one would notice you two left.

Taehyung likes to think of himself as a simple guy. He has certain interests sure, but in reality, nothing he did made him feel anything. He feels as if his life is pretty bland. It’s always going to classes and out with friends, nothing else really. Yeah sometimes he took pictures on the side as a hobby but other than that he didn’t do much. He did love taking pictures and though he didn’t usually take portraits he’s been really into taking candids of you lately. And by lately he means as of this moment.

Right now he took the perfect shot. The group was all together sitting on the grass in the courtyard with various textbooks and study guides spread in front of you all. You had AirPods in your ears sitting leaned back against a tree. Your laptop sat in front of you as you jotted down notes in a notebook. Your head was bopping a little to the song you listened to and when you caught him staring you took one of the ear buds out, wiped it, and handed it to him. He put it in his ear waiting for the music to start and smiled a little at the song.

He did his homework like that, listening to whatever song you had playing and when he was done and brought his camera out waiting for the others he’d laid on the ground. He snapped some pictures of the sun shining through the tree leaves creating a prism of sunshine on all of you. He zoomed in on a bird’s nest, following the bird as it flew away through the lens. He brought the focus back over to his friends, a few stray hairs of yours photobombing his lens until he was moving it more toward you. Still snapping random pictures he caught a few good ones of you before moving over to anything else.

He brought the camera down smiling a little as he went to preview some of the photos skipping through the blurry pictures of Jina’s head and finding yours. You had the end of your pencil tapping against your lips in thought, hair tucked behind the ear, head tilted a little. Shaking this strange feeling away he set the camera down looking around to see who else was done and might want to go with him to the vending machines. Taehyung’s smile faltered when he found Jungkook looking at him. He had a mischievous grin on his face staring at Taehyung like he knew one of his deepest darkest secrets.

“I’m thirsty,” Jungkook huffed, “Let’s go get drinks.”

“Want anything?” Taehyung asked you before looking to Jina and extending his question. Once he had his answer he handed you back your airpod and left with Jungkook making sure to put his camera away again.

“You’re gonna get in trouble,” Jungkook sang with a skip in his step once him and Taehyung were far away. Taehyung just rolled his eyes, “What are you talking about?”

“Your little school crush on Y/n. You’re lucky Namjoon’s nice, he probably won’t get too mad,” Jungkook made his assumptions turning to taunt Taehyung some more, “But you’re down bad.”

“I don’t have a crush on Y/n,” Taehyung cleared his throat fishing his wallet out, “We’re friends. And for fucks sake we’re in our twenties, can you not call it a crush?”

“Taehyung and Y/n sitting in a tree!” Jungkook began to sing smiling taunting him, “K-I-S-S-I—AHHH!”

Taehyung grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, “Do you want to die? Shut up.” Jungkook shook him off fanning himself acting as if he was seriously injured, “Geez don’t need to get defensive. I’m just saying. You and Y/n remind me of Sungha and I when we were too pussy to say we liked each other.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re just friends,” Taehyung’s annoyance translated in the way he punched the numbers for the drinks into the vending machine, “She’s trying her hand at the single life. I’ve seen her turn down guys left and right.”

“So you admit,” Jungkook pointed an accusatory finger at him, “You’re only friends with Y/n until she’s ready to get into another relationship preferably with you.”

Taehyung swears he could murder this kid right here in front of everyone. He pressed his cold can against Jungkook’s cheek making him hiss at the temperature as Taehyung spoke, “Stop twisting my words! I don’t like Y/n like that.”

“Fine! Then what are all those pictures you just took of her for?” Jungkook groaned rubbing some warmth into his cheek. When Taehyung failed to respond it made Jungkook smirk knowingly as he got his own order of beverages for him and his girlfriend.

Taehyung’s annoyed, unbelievably so. Not because of how obnoxious Jungkook was but over what he was saying. How was he able to put a name to this feeling Taehyung has been having toward you when he hasn’t been able to do it?

It probably had to deal with the fact he hasn’t genuinely had feelings for someone in a while that he simply forgot how that felt. But it was strange that he was catching feelings for you. Not saying there was something wrong that him liking you as a person but he was already getting stressed just thinking about it. He first met you as his good friend’s girlfriend, that’s how he’d known you for over a year. He got closer to you with clear boundaries in place still separating you from himself. Then, you and Namjoon break up but it didn’t affect him or anything. He still wanted to hang out with you because you made things fun.

You liked going on swings late at night, leaving a party to eat chicken nuggets, listening to loud music when you’re supposed to be studying. You were genuine and honest but kind and considerate. You’d sat through a group date just so your coworker would get to meet Taehyung. You let Jina drag you along to talk to some guys you had no interest in. You had random thoughts that left him amused. You teased him over the dumbest of things but it made him laugh.

And it wasn’t even just now that you’ve been like this with him. He remembers all those times when everyone was hanging out and Taehyung would be sitting there a little quieter than usual. You’d leave Namjoon’s side and ask Taehyung questions or ask for his help when you didn’t need it. You asked how he’d been and what he’s been up to, if he’s heard new music or if he remembers a random time when everyone was hanging out. You’d bring him out of this bubble he’d put himself in when he wasn’t in the mood to do anything. Like at the party, when he’d stood off to the side in a corner waiting for you to come along and then when you left he reverted back to that same spot.

Holy shit he has a huge fucking crush on you.

You were apparently the oblivious type. You weren’t sure why Taehyung was being so distant lately but you knew you didn’t like it.

you: let’s get boba

taehyung: sorry I’ve gotta study for a test

the next day

you: you coming out tonight?

taehyung: I already made other plans :/

the day after

you: what about tomorrow? coffee/tea study date?

taehyung: I’m busy

you: I didn’t even say a time…

taehyung: it’s an all day sort of thing

you: whatever

you: you’re being so fucking lame

taehyung: sorry

Listen, he knows he’s being weird. He can feel it in his bones but this is the right thing to do. He’d spent too many days after his talk with Jungkook trying to understand what the fuck was going on with him.

Yes, he liked you. He liked you a lot and this was a big ‘No No’ for many reasons. In this essay he’ll explain why getting any sort of romantic feelings for you wouldn’t be a good idea:

You’re his friend. His close female friend that he’s known for like two years now. He actually considers you a friend that he can go to with his worries. You’ll listen and give an outside perspective on things. You made him feel comfortable and valid and included.

You’re also his other friend’s ex. And though there are many people who don’t have any problem with dating a friend’s ex, he’s not one of them. He might be if he were to talk to Namjoon about it but that’s the third reason.

He’s overthinking it. He’s letting his feelings get to his head practically giving himself an ultimatum that he didn’t need to do. Like, nobody was forcing him to choose between having you as a friend or wanting something more. Holy hell you don’t even know how he feels about you and he’s so fucking stressed. In his mind he thinks he has to choose between his feelings and your friendship. But it’s because he does. He knows himself too well. There’s a reason he doesn’t do relationships unless he’s certain about the person and that’s because he falls so damn hard when he does. And he also knows you wouldn’t want to be in a relationship any time soon and that part kills him. Not saying he even has a chance but he also just can’t be friends with you and do these late night talks with you without falling even harder than before.

And for his final point in ‘Why Liking Y/n is a Bad Idea’ it is simply the fact that he wouldn’t know how to bounce back if anything ever did happen between you two. He wasn’t like Namjoon. He couldn’t grow out of feelings and be okay and friendly afterwards. He couldn’t watch the girl he once liked flirting with another guy. Even just a kiss with you Taehyung knows he’ll be so down bad. He won’t be able to act unbothered if anything were to ever happen between you two and end badly or even happily.

So yes, he’s gone and made shit about 10x worse and like a bigger problem than necessary. All because of stupid Jungkook and his unbelievably good ‘not minding his business’ skills. If he would’ve just kept it quiet and cute, Taehyung would’ve never realized that he liked you. He wouldn’t be making you hate him by ditching on you. But he needs to do it. If he goes up to you, he won’t be able to act like friends now that he knows how he feels. He’d already made things awkward, now imagine what would happen after he’s been flaking on you.

“Alright!” You stormed into Jungkook’s place a couple days later, “What the fuck is wrong with Taehyung?”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook had his eyes locked in on his video game as he played against Jin. Sungha was looking through TikToks but you were all hanging out apparently—just doing separate things.

“Is he okay? Like is he sick or something?” You asked, “I haven’t seen him in over a week.”

“He looked fine yesterday,” Jin answered with a shrug unknown to the dirty look you sent him. “You hung out with him yesterday?”

“Yeah, I went over to his place,” Jin said. Jungkook looked over to him then back to you missing when Jin’s character sliced the head off of his. He groaned in annoyance throwing the controller on the couch.

“Wait…” you stopped to think, “Is he avoiding me then? He’s been coming up with all these excuses lately to not hang out. Last night he told me he was coming down with a cold or something and didn’t want to go out.”

This time everyone looked over at you suddenly realizing what was going on. It seemed like Taehyung was avoiding you, and just you. Jungkook tried to make an excuse for him but you just took your things and stormed out of the apartment, “Whatever, I’m going home.”

“What just happened?” Sungha asked sitting up some more on the couch. Jungkook sighed, “Alright guys so I’m gonna spill the tea but I’m only saying this once.”

With that Sungha and Jin were leaning closer as if they had to be secretive.

namjoon: party at my place on Friday

So Friday came and you’d been invited. You were sure all your friends were going to be there and Namjoon included you too. Now usually you would’ve gone with Jina so you could buddy up when you first get there. Lately you’ve been hanging out with Taehyung going around and doing whatever. Considering the fact that Taehyung is avoiding you [or at least it seems that way], you can’t count on him to want to go together.

Maybe someone who loves going to parties and hanging out by themselves would’ve been fine going alone. You are not that person, you wanted to go but would’ve felt weird if you went alone.

But lucky enough, you happened to work tonight. Though that might’ve sucked any other Friday today was not the case. The reason behind that was because one of your favorite coworkers closed with you. Hoseok was always looking for an excuse to party so when you closed you were quick to ask him if he had any plans tonight. Immediately the guy looked to you with a mischievous smirk, “Why? You trying to take me out?”

“You know this wasn’t what I expected but that’s okay, I don’t date coworkers anyway,” Hoseok had said once you finally told him why you asked him to come with you. He looked around, “There are some really attractive people here. I fit right in.”

You found Taehyung earlier hanging out with Yoongi but you didn’t go up to him or anything. He’d been making excuses any time you would ask him to hang out. Maybe you thought more about your friendship than he did and you assumed you were much closer. If he did grow tired of hanging out then you weren’t going to beg. It sucks because you feel like you’ve gotten so close to him recently but he probably didn’t feel the same.

You didn’t realize how much you’d been seeing him or talking to him until it abruptly stopped. Spending time with him had quickly become some of your favorite moments coming back, even since you and Namjoon were together. Around him you found yourself not stressing over every little thing and do fun things. He wouldn’t question you about eating late or about wanting to swing and he never made you talk about anything you weren’t comfortable with.

"Earth to Y/n!" Hoseok waved a hand on your face snapping you out of your thoughts. You swatted his hand away turning to glare at him when you caught sight of Taehyung again. You didn't look at him but from the corner of your eye you could see him staring. Good. If he didn't want to be friends with you anymore he needed to know you weren't affected. If he was going to be ignoring you then you'd do the same.

"Are we gonna make him jealous?" He asked you with a playful smile wigging his eyebrows. Your eyes widened in surprise, "What? No. I just want him to see that I'm not bothered by the way he's been acting."

"But you are," Hoseok shrugged throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side, "And he's staring over here so even if you're not trying to make him jealous he still looks the part."

You rolled your eyes turning to look at him better, "Yeah but it's probably not because he's jealous. He's the one who's been avoiding me."

"Exactly!" He exclaimed, "So let's make him even more jealous so he regrets it, duhhhh."

"I don't think he'd jealous though..." you looked at Hoseok with rounded eyes though. He just smirked, "But you want him to be, right?"

Taehyung turned to Namjoon, "Who is that?"

Namjoon had been in the middle of telling Yoongi something when he cut in. He looked at Taehyung confused before looking over to where he was motioning to. Namjoon looked at you and Hoseok laughing over something sitting close together. Namjoon smiled, "That's Hoseok, he works with Y/n, he's cool."

Taehyung just looked away shaking his head tauntingly, that guy must be so cool and funny. Rolling his eyes he took a gulp of his drink down. He tried not to look over at you again but it was hard when he watched you get up with Hoseok. His hand was on your lower back leading you somewhere out of Taehyung's line of sight.

"If you're bothered why don't you just go talk to them?" Namjoon asked with a shrug of his shoulders. Yoongi had drifted away and left Namjoon with no one to talk to. Taehyung stared at him with furrowed brows, "What?"

"I know you like Y/n," he said making Taehyung choke on air covering his mouth with his hand. Namjoon chuckled, "It's fine I don't care. We're all friends."

"Wait... Bu—" he cut himself off shaking his head, "Why? What makes you think I like Y/n?"

Namjoon took a drink before answering, "Let's see... Jin told me yesterday. He wanted to know if I knew. I kinda had a feeling that there was something there between you two when I got back."

"Joon hyung let me explain—" Taehyung tried to reason but Namjoon just shook his head. "You don't need to. I understand. We've been broken up for around six months and we're all adults. I can't get upset over something that has nothing to do with me anymore."

"I want to be you when I grow up," Taehyung sighed in admiration, "But seriously, I'm sorry you didn't hear it from me."

"It's fine, but I need a drink so I'm gonna go," Namjoon told him leaving him there standing alone. Taehyung stayed there for a while, he tried to find you from his spot but with no luck.

Yes, what Namjoon had to say when he found out was one of the reason why Taehyung distanced himself from you. Right now he should be going to you and apologize for how he's been acting lately. He wants to but he can't. What good does it do that Namjoon doesn't care about him liking his ex if you didn't feel the same? You most likely didn't and that's why you've given up on getting him to talk to you and instead hung out with your coworker. But every time he'd look over at you and see you smiling over something Hoseok said he could find himself getting annoyed. Fuck it.

You noticed Taehyung walking over to him from the corner of your eye. Hoseok had been in the middle of telling you about the last time he went out drinking and lost a shoe on the bus. Taehyung tapped your side, "Y/n, can we talk?"

You should say yes. You could ask him what his problem was and probably work it out but you were actually upset. He'd been ignoring you and blowing you off all week but now he wants to talk? You didn't even turn to look at him, "I'm sort of in the middle of something."

Hoseok glared at you mad you're missing your chance and he whipped out his phone pressing it to his ear, "Hello? Mom? Yeah let me find somewhere quiet to talk."

With that he left ignoring the way you mouthed 'traitor' at him. Taehyung waited for you to turn and look at him but you refused, sighing in annoyance, "Well what is it Taehyung?"

"I want to apologize for the way I've been acting," he cleared his throat. You were walking away but only to find somewhere quieter and not in the mix of party goers. He followed you like a puppy with his tail stuck between his legs.

"Really?" You turned to look at him crossing your arms in front of you defensively, "Are you apologizing for blowing me off? Making excuses any time I tried talking to you? Or telling me you're too sick to hang out but gladly being with Jin? It's fine, I guess I assumed we were closer than we actually were."

"You don't have to be sorry about it. I get it, we're not that close," you shrugged, "Sorry if I was being clingy."

"No, no it's not that at all," he shook his head moving closer to you almost blocking you into the little corner you'd put yourself in. He looked down at you, breathing catching in his throat at your proximity. He could feel your cross arms brushed against his chest and you looked up at him with rounded eyes and an intense gaze. He licked his suddenly dry lips, "Listen, I was worried about what Namjoon would think... You are both my friends and I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable by how close I was getting with you. I should've thought about how you'd feel and I'm sorry I didn't."

"I don't get it," you slumped back against the wall, "You're the one who said nothing would change and that you wanted us to be friends."

"I did..." he sighed closing his eyes for a second in thought. Should he just be completely honest, even if you don't feel the same? "But I don't want to be friends anymore."

Your mouth parted in surprise looking up at him. Your brows knitted together as you shook your head, "Whatever. We're not friends then—"

He caught you by the waist before you could walk away, "Stop. That's not what I meant."

"Well it's what you said and the way you've been acting lately makes so much sense now," you rolled your eyes. Taehyung shook his head, this was not going the way he wanted it to, "I meant... if you want me to be honest I will be. But just try to have an open mind?"

You didn't say anything already tired of the way he's dancing around the real issue. You slowly had been put back in the spot you once were with Taehyung being the only thing in your peripheral. His hand didn't leave your waist either despite knowing you weren't going to leave again. He bit his bottom lip nervously, "The reason I've been avoiding you... it's because I'm crazy into you. Like, I can't stop thinking about you."

"That doesn't make sense," you looked down hoping to hide the growing blush forming in your cheeks shaking your head, "Why would you avoid me then?"

"Because I was embarrassed and honestly a little scared," he shrugged, "I don't want to lose you as a friend."

"But you wouldn't!" You let out an exasperated sigh running your fingers through your hair, "I don't know what to say."

He nodded understandably. It's what he expected, it might be too soon for you. You might not be ready to move on and even if you were maybe it wasn't even with him. He lifted his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear making you look up at him, "You don't have to say anything. I don't want to force you to react, but I just needed to let you know. I didn't want you thinking it's because I didn't want to be around you. This past week has been so... lonely without you and it's all my fault."

He could practically see all the thoughts racing in your head and it was all because of him. He shook his own feelings away and took your hand in his, "Let's sneak out for some chicken nuggets."

Nodding your head you let him lead you out, stopping, "What about Hobi?"

"Who?" He asked before pursing his lips at the thought, "Oh. Your friend, right?"

You nodded avoiding his gaze. He sighed looking around finding Hoseok talking to Jina making her smile and laugh, "I think he'll be fine." You looked to where he'd been staring at and nodded, "Okay let's go I'm hungry."

You didn't even make it four steps loser to the door when Jin stood in front of you with a smirk on his face, "Going somewhere lovebirds?"

With that Taehyung felt your hand slip out of his. He tried not to react to the loss of your touch and instead rolled his eyes directing his anger at Jin, "You and I are going to have a talk when we come back because you've got a big mouth."

Jin's smirk didn't disappear, "Yes..." he looked over to you, "But I basically brought you two together, right?"

Wrong. You keep thinking about what Taehyung told you the other night. The way Jin referred to you two as lovebirds left you thinking. One, did everyone know how Taehyung felt about you but you? Two, how did you feel?

Obviously you gotta feel something for the guy since him ignoring you had bothered you so damn much. But could you say you felt the same as him? Of course you fucking can! And that's what stressing you the fuck out right now.

You liked Taehyung. You really liked Taehyung. You just haven't said anything about it but you have a reason for it. Admitting your feelings to him would suddenly make it a mutual attraction. And what comes after mutual attraction? Realization that you should take it to the next step usually. Were you ready for that? Were you ready to possibly jump into a new relationship.

You knew the type of guy Taehyung was. He wasn't the kind to sleep around or casually date someone either. He likes to put his all and that would mean your relationship could change drastically. You'd go from being friends to something more so fast. But you wanted to try it, and that's why you asked to go over to his place today.

You finished classes and went to work before catching the bus to his apartment. He opened the door with a shy smile inviting you in, "Sorry for the mess. You hungry? Thirsty? Should we order food? Watch a movie? Go out for a walk?"

You laughed at the frantic way Taehyung was blabbering, "A movie's fine."

He nodded grabbing the remote control and turning the tv on. You sat on the floor next to the coffee table that had some developed photos set out in a neat stack. The top picture was of Yeontan with two elderly people, probably his parents. Without thinking you picked up the stack and began to look through it. Most of the pictures were of nature and buildings but you went through them anyway.

Once Taehyung found a movie he set the remote down and turned to look at you. His eyes widened when he found you looking at the pictures and immediately he reached out for them. You turned, "Wait a second."

You looked at the picture. It was you. The day you all had a nice study session in the courtyard. It was a good picture if you were admit. The light caught the nice shine in your hair and the soft slope of your nose. You looked at it a little longer, "I didn't know you took this."

"Yeah that was sort of the point," he cleared his throat taking the pictures back and tidying the stack before reaching for his camera bag. You scooted closer to him, "This the camera?"

He nodded letting you take it out as he slipped the stack into a cover to keep them from getting damaged. You lifted the camera to your face looking through it. He turned to you shaking his head with flushed cheeks, "No."

"Oh come on," you tilted your head with a pout, "You took some of me. It's only fair."

Rolling his eyes trying to hide his smile he nodded letting you snap away some pictures of him. He cleared his throat feeling awkward and when you kept taking more he whine, "Okay there."

"One more. Make a silky face for the camera," you laughed making him scoff with a smile. Biting his lip in thought he used the element of surprise as he lunged toward you making you squeal and snap even more pictures.

You were lying on the floor now still aiming the camera at him as he stuck his hands out to stop him from toppling over you. You're not sure how you got yourself in the position but he hovered over you laying between your legs using his hands for support to keep him up. He took the camera setting it down on the couch never looking away from you.

He should move, he knows he should. He could be crossing the line right now. You know how he feels but you haven't even given him a hint of how you feel about him. He knew it was too soon but he couldn't move. You sat up on your elbows but he didn't budge, liking the way your faces were closer now.

He expected himself to make the move, close the gap between you two and kiss you like he'd imagined. He'd been staring at your soft glossy lips for only a moment before you took him by surprise. Your lips softly pressed against his. The hum he gave in response to it had you smile further into it. You pulled away, staring at each other catching your breath. His brows were furrowed, lips parted panting. You licked your lips waiting to see if this would be the end.

Instead, he kissed you again leaning down almost in a push-up position over you as your lips met. It went on like this, until it felt your lips and his were melting into each other. His head tilted to one side, yours to the other deepening the kiss, breathing through your noses so you wouldn't have to pull away. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip dropping his weight a little more keeping you trapped under him as your tongues met.

But you were hesitant. This was a mental line you were on the verge of crossing, giving in to the possibility of being more than friends. Part of you was worried you might mess it up, but another wanted to go ahead and maybe ruin your friendship.

Your elbows gave in from the weight and you were dropping flat on your back. With free movement of your arms again you brought a hand behind Taehyung's neck keep him close.

Taehyung was delighted, one of his hands coming out to hold your waist for support before sliding down to trace the curve of your back. You gasped when his hand grazed over your shorts, groping at the soft flesh of your butt before continuing on to the back of your thigh. He bent your knee making you wrap it around his waist begging you to cling to him as you made out.

As he gently caressed every detail of your mouth, his taste became the only thing on your tongue, you can practically taste the way he feels about you.

You'd been too lost in thought to think about the tickling sensation of his lips attaching to your neck, his hands roaming your sides as he brought pleasure to that sweet spot under your jaw the he quickly discovered.

With the soft mewl you let out it seemed to snap him back into reality taking his mouth off you lifting his head. You looked into each other's eyes not saying anything trying to catch your breaths.

"Fuck..." he whispered against you as he gripped your shirt, “Can I take this off?” You barely nodded your head and he was already tugging at the end making you sit up and yanking it off. He looked down at your lacy black bra licking his lips as he reached behind your back in to unclasp the material. You squeaked a bit at how easily he took it off before dipping his head down to kiss along your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts. He leaned down over you, pressing you into the floor as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked. You let out a content sigh, your fingers running through his fluffy dark brown hair. His tongue swirled around your hardening bud eliciting a quiet moan out of you when matched with his sucking. The sensation went straight to your cunt, your thighs clenching around his hips as you tried to seek friction. One of his hands moved to pinch and tug on your other nipple, the other going down to grip your hip, holding you still. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered his hips back to yours, a shiver crawling up your spine as the angle caused his covered member to grind against your core. You could feel the swell of his length as he rutted against you all while his mouth attacked your tits.

"Tae, please... I want more..." you gasped out, tugging on his hair to try and get his attention. He pulled off your nipple with a pop, hips grinding into yours, lips swollen and slick with spit as he peered down at you.

He bit the plump flesh of his bottom lip in need as he nodded. If you wanted more he’d give you so much more. His fingers hooked into your shorts and tugged them down a bit, smirking as you lifted your hips to help. He backed up slightly and quickly tugged them off, his eyes widening as he saw what lay beneath, or lack thereof. "No panties? Were you hoping for this?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Underwear is overrated.” He sighed softly before he bent down to kiss you, feeling you melt into him as his hand began to trace down the middle of your breasts then toward your stomach, going lower to your core before moving up again teasingly. He could feel you arch your back trying to get more of his touch on you and it made him smile into the kiss. Finally, he let the tip of his middle finger feel along your clit toward your folds covered in slick.

You were already so wet for him, hips wiggle against his hand as he palmed your pussy. Taehyung greedily swallowed down the moan that left you, his tongue pressing past your lips and quickly tangling with yours.

"Such a good girl for me... already so wet," he cooed as he played at your entrance. You looked up at him giggling a little over your intimacy with someone who was just supposed to be a friend. He laughed too licking his lips as he placed another soft kiss on your lips distracting you enough to slide a finger into your heat. You kissed along his jaw, moaning against him moving to his neck.

He shivered when he felt the sudden nip of teeth, your tongue soothing the pain before doing it again. He crooked his fingers upwards, humming as you shuddered under him letting him rub against your g-spot. Slowly, he began to trail kisses down your body, shaking you off from the love bites you were definitely creating. Your faces nuzzled against each other’s in passing before pausing to give each nipple a delicate kiss before he stopped at your naval.

He looked up at you, making sure you were watching as he dipped his tongue against your abdomen. Slowly he dragged his tongue down to your pubic bone, eyes fluttering as he breathed in your scent. "You gonna let me have a taste?" his eyes rolled in anticipation making you whine as your hips bucked beneath him, his finger never easing its thrusts into your heat.

"Please Da—" you cut yourself off biting into your knuckles but it was too late. He heard what you were about to say and it had him dropping onto his stomach coming face to face with your cunt. Using his wet fingers, he spread your legs a little wider and used his thumbs to pull your slit apart, allowing himself to press his mouth further against you leaving opened mouth kisses with your pussy.

Taehyung listened close, soft pleas for more left your lips as he watched you, tongue lapping at your slick, pressing against the pleasure spots he knew he could reach. His thumb moved up to your clit and rubbed around it feeling it twitch, humming against you as your thighs clenched around his head. He closed his eyes as he pressed his tongue deeper, his nose nudging up under his thumb against your clit. At the tightening hold of your fingers in his hair, his hips rocked onto the floor, dick throbbing within his pants, making him hiss.

You could feel the impatience radiating off his body searching for release against the floor. The hand you had in his hair was suddenly tugging him up forcing him to pull away with a growl—a line of spit and wetness connecting his chin to your pussy even as he sat up to look at you.

“Do you want to fuck me?” You asked, hand coming out of his hair to cup his cheek forcing him to look at you.

"Fuck, yes. I need to be inside you," he growled as he pulled away. You watched as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and began to pull at his zipper. He tugged his jeans off kicking them off impatiently all while staring at your inviting heat. Licking his lips he looked at the shape of your naked body under him completely exposed to his eyes only and he was looking around, “Fuck I don’t have a condom.”

You could see the sudden defeat in his eyes as he slumped forward, hand stroking himself to ease the tension. You moved your hand toward your entrance feeling your wetness dipping a finger into it, “It’s fine. I’m on the pill just pull out, we’ll get something after.”

Oh fuck. His lips were parted watching them way you pleased yourself telling him he can go in raw. He shifted around between your legs again before pressing his tip against you, purring softly as you canted your hips to him. "Ready baby?" he asked softly, peering at you through his lashes, “Can I call you that?”

"Yes..." you purred as you reached for him. He leaned forward, his hands sliding into yours and interlocking your fingers together. He gently held them down above your head and rested his forehead against yours as he slowly pushed inside you. He watched in awe as you struggled to keep your gaze locked with his, your body tensing at the stretch. He didn't stop until his pelvis was pressed firmly against yours. A low growl deep in his chest as he relished in the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around his length feeling every bump and ridge.

His brows stitched together in please trying to hold himself still, “You feel so fucking…tight" he panted softly as he kissed you, lightly grinding into you to test the waters. His breath hitching as your walls clamped down on him.

"You’re so big" you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist. He smirked a bit and sat up slightly, tilting his head as he peered at you, splayed out beneath him.

"Yeah? Does it feel good?" he asked licking his lips, looking down at you he slowly pulled out so that only his tip felt the warmth of your walls. He waited until you got impatient before snapping his hips forward, burying himself within you again, causing a loud cry to burst from your lips as your back arched. His gaze darkened in lust as he peered down at you, his hips finding a steady, slow rhythm, his cock dragging out before being shoved back in to hit the deepest spots inside you.

“Fuck! Just like that Tae,” You immediately pulled out of his trap wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him against your chest. You buried your face in his neck as his calloused hands slid down to rest on your hips, pinning you to the ground.

"You’re so fucking wet," he hissed, nipping at your jawline as he slowed down even more, practically sitting still inside you. He winced when your nails dug into his shoulder, a low growl rumbling in your throat as you squeezed down on his cock with your velvety walls, “I want to fuck you so damn good. Make you forget anyone you’ve been with before. Do you want that?”

“Fuck yes, I need you to fuck me," you snapped, all patience leaving you, nothing but need and annoyance remaining. He smirked lightly against your skin and wrestled himself out of your grasp, his hands sneaking under your ass and hoisting you on his lap before moving to set you down on the coffee table.

You stared at him in wonder as he tilted his head, letting his eyes roll back when he sank back into you. You’d never imagined seeing him like this. It made him want to yell, you could’ve been doing this sooner if he hadn’t made things awkward between you two. But then would you be here if he hadn’t acted the way he had? Would he have even told you how he felt? Had he always felt like this? He didn’t want to think about it. He only wanted to think about your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, your chest heaving with each panting breath, your thighs twitching against his hips and it had him rocking into you.

The glass was cool under your butt as he kneeled between your legs fucking into you roughly.

“What did you almost call me earlier?" he clicked his tongue gently leaning over you and pressing your legs towards your chest, effectively trapping you in half against him. He slid your legs around him again, his legs spreading wider to give himself more leverage. Your breath caught in your throat in embarrassment as he reminded you of your slip up. He waited for you to say it but you just bit your lower lip as his hips pressed harder against you, pushing himself deeper.

“Come on say it,” he urged you taking a hand and moving it to your face cupping your chin. He forced you to look at him, “You almost said it earlier. I want to hear you say it," he murmured, his hips pulling back before snapping forward again. This time, he didn't stop. His hips slammed repeatedly into yours, the table creaking beneath your bodies as he fucked you into the glass, his brows furrowed in concentration, “I’m doing what you wanted. Aren’t I fucking you good?”

Your body jostled and jolted under him as you struggled to keep up, hips jerking sloppily to try and match his pace. When his cock head hit a spot inside you that had stars exploding across your vision, you gave up trying to reciprocate.

He buried his face in your neck. Both of you clung to each other as he somehow got faster and harder. “F-Fuck, getting close baby..." he panted against your ear, “Just say it, please? For me?”

You could only nod and whimper against his shoulder as you dragged your nails down his back, the knot within your stomach tightening at his words.

"Fuck daddy I’m gonna cu--" before you could even warn him that you were close as well, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. Your vision blurred as your body tensed with a cry, pleasure surging through you as you came. Taehying’s hips stuttered against yours as your walls clamped down on him in rhythmic pulses, slick gushing around his cock and dribbling down onto the glass.

He hissed softly easing himself out watching you leak onto the table. His hand just barely touched his cock before he was painting your stomach in spurts of creamy release with a low growl.

It took you both a second to calm down. His hand never left your waist as you caught your breath sliding off the table into his arms. He held you closer looking around for your shirt and his. He slid your shirt over your head as you slipped your arms through the sleeves.

You didn’t look at each other as you slid off his lap trying to comb your fingers through your hair. Shyly, your eyes met, cheeks both flushed red as you both giggled.

“You’ve got a daddy kink,” you said at the same time making you both cringe now breaking fits of laughter. You watched him take his jeans, brows furrowing, “You weren’t wearing underwear either.”

“They’re overrated.”

“I’m gonna…” you cleared your throat pointing over your shoulder toward the bathroom, “I’m gonna get cleaned up.”

He nodded letting you go as he finished getting dressed again. Just then your phone rang, he picked up without thinking and found Jungkook’s name. Thinking whatever of it he answered, “Hey.”

“Good you’re together,” Jungkook said. He looked like he was driving, “Sungha and I are heading over to your place and we have pizza. I was gonna see if Y/n wanted me to pick her up but you two are already together.”

“Yeah…”

Jungkook glanced down at him, eyes narrowed as he leaned in to the phone, “Is that…”

Jungkook turned to look at Sungha, “Babe! Taehyung’s got a hickey and Y/n’s at his place right now!“ he looked back at Taehyung, “Did you guys fuck?”

Before Taehyung could answer you came back yelling, “Yes!”

It made Taehyung smile as he sat back watching you slip your shorts on and come over to sit by him. He pulled you onto his lap and Jungkook groaned, “Ew you guys fucked right now! I could see it all over Y/n’s face. If it smells like sex when we pull up imma be pissed that you got laid and I haven’t.”

With that Taehyung rolled his eyes telling them he’d see them when they get here. He looked over to you placing a soft kiss on your cheek before sliding you off, “Let me find the Febreeze.”

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Tagged: @strwberry-jam @saweetspoiled

a/n we all love friends to lovers or is it just me?

anyways if this flops I’m literally gonna cry and take a break from tumblr