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Ill Fitting

Guess who finally finished this? Me. Muahaha, please enjoy some best friends to lovers smut from me ;)

DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE

Pair: Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Smut, Crack, Angst if you like, squint really hard.

Words: 10,189

Summary: You and Taehyung had been best friends for as long as you could remember, but what you don’t remember is falling in love with him...

“I think this dress makes me look like a slut,” you stated, staring into the mirror.

“You’d be right my friend,” Taehyung complimented, not even looking up from his phone.

“Kim Taehyung are you not staring at my ass and tits like a good friend would in this dire situation?” you asked, holding your chest in offense.

“Not one bit, looking for dick babe,” he said, scrolling through no doubt a hookup app.

“Can you turn the other side of your bisexuality on for just a minute please?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration.

“Should I fuck Leemin again? He sucks like a fucking champ,” he said, not paying attention.

“Taeeee,” you whined, walking over to your bed and falling onto his lap.

“What? I haven’t gotten laid in like, three weeks. Main dude downstairs is dying,” he said, moving his phone away from his face to look at you.

“Main girl downstairs hasn’t gotten any action for almost three months, so, can we prioritize please?” you asked, sitting up.

“Right, right, show me the red one again?” he asked, looking at your pile in the corner.

“You told me that it made my ass look frumpy!”

“Oh, did I? Shit, sorry then maybe the green one would be better,” he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe I shouldn’t go clubbing tonight,” you sighed, already moving towards your sweatpants.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I get distracted easily you know that,” he whined, laying back on your bed. You sighed and looked at your best friend with mock irritation.

Taehyung had always been easily distracted. Ever since you were kids he’s always been the first one to point out something that no one else was looking at... Like you.

You weren’t the nice girl everyone loved to hang out with. You weren’t the pretty one. You weren’t the quirky and sarcastic girl that sat at the back of the class who had those witty one liners everyone loved to hear. You were just... you.

People ignored you and you ignored them right back. Except, Taehyung never did. Taehyung was the one that pulled you out of bed and made you do things on the weekends. He’s the one who got you to go to your first party and take your first drink.

In turn, you were the one who helped Taehyung when his family abandoned him. You aided him in his search for his sexuality, who he truly wants to be. Taehyung has always been the popular one, the one people invited to parties and liked being around. His personality infectious and laughter joyous. A must for any social gathering.

However, if Taehyung was going then so were you. It’s how he operated. If his best friend didn’t go, then he didn’t either.

The one thing all of his flings, boys and girls alike could never get over was how much he loved you. One girl tried to take him away from you, but that wasn’t happening in Taehyung’s book. And no man was going to take you away from Taehyung either. Many of your exes couldn’t get over seeing Tae as your best friend, the one you spent your weekends with rather than having mediocre sex with them.

Tag team since day one, and best friends forever.

But that didn’t mean Taehyung couldn’t be an utter asshole and an unhelpful twat.

Like tonight for example.

All you wanted to do was go out clubbing and maybe get a little action in the bathroom stalls after one or seven drinks. However, with winter coming to a close you were at your heaviest and most insecure. You didn’t like gyms because all of the testosterone fueled dick wads that could be found on every weight lifting machine. And all the girls who definitely don’t sweat on the elliptical. So, finding an outfit was proving to be a little esteem crushing.

“I feel so gross,” you complained, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Why? I think you look fine,” Tae said, eyes glued to his booty call list.

“That’s it, I’m not going clubbing tonight. I’m going to give up sex and just stay true to my one and only love, hawaiian pizza,” you claimed, placing your hands on your hips.

“I still want to end our friendship over the fact you put pineapple on pizza,” he sighed, locking his phone and placing it on the bed.

“Sucks to be you then, cause you’re stuck with me,” you stated, raising an eyebrow.

“Damn, should I call your sister to fuck her and get you to hate me?” he asked.

“Do it, have fun with the fifty diseases you’ll wake up with in the morning,” you sneered. Taehyung made a gagging sound before standing up.

“Gonna head out, Leemin just texted back and he’s DTF. I wish you luck in your sexual endeavors,” he said, kissing your head.

“Have fun, don’t disappoint him with your tiny dick,” you said, pushing his chest playfully.

“Hey me and my four inches don’t need to listen to this discrimination,” he scoffed.

“Not discrimination, just facts,” you said. “Remember I saw your dick,” you winked.

“Yeah, when I was like, twelve. I’ve gotten bigger since then!” he defended.

“Not like I need to know that,” you sighed, going to unzip your dress. Taehyung pushed your hands away and unzipped your dress for you, throwing your sweatpants at you on his way out the door.

It was times like these that made you happy and depressed at the same time. Taehyung was gorgeous, there was no denying that fact. Physically? The man was a God, broad shoulders with beautiful bronze skin that wove all over his body in an attractive manner. Plus, his smile was to die for. However, when such a specimen is your friend for eighteen plus years, and doesn’t try to make a move on you once, you feel slightly inadequate. Not to say that men play a role in how you perceive yourself... but sometimes it’d be nice to know that he thought you looked pretty.

Taehyung is a bisexual male, preferring men just a tad bit more than women. Something you’d found out over the many years of being his friend. He’d had flings with women here and there, but nothing like he had with men. All of his serious relationships have been men, women mainly just for a fuck when he needed it...

Were you just that to him? Someone to talk to when it was convenient?

No, no no. Taehyung was your best friend. You both loved and cared for each other more than anything. And that would be enough...

For now.

* * *

The following week at work you were sat in your cubicle, doodling on a piece of notebook paper. Your floor supervisor, Kim Namjoon, decided now would be a good time to drone on and on about the newest project he’d been assigned and how excited he was to take his team to the next level of management and production quality.

Working in an editing column for a publishing company wasn’t the worst job ever. You got to read books and make edits, before anyone in the world got to see them. It was rather exciting at times. However, when the boring parts hit the office, they hit them hard.

You looked at your clock on your desk, sitting right next to a picture of you and Taehyung as children. You remember that day. It was Taehyung’s seventh birthday and he wanted to spend it with you. Your mom saved up the money and took you both to the water park that day. Since Taehyung’s mother was in rehab at the time.

It had been a great day, you both ate ice cream and played in the wave pool. You sang happy birthday at the top of your lungs and cried when it was time for him to go home. It is to this day one of the fondest memories you have with Tae. Because, nothing was expected of you. All you had to do was have a good time...

“Y/N? Y/N are you listening?” Namjoon asked, looking at you with a slightly upset expression.

“Mm? Sorry Namjoon! I-I just got lost in thought,” you said, rubbing your face.

“Who’s that in the picture you were staring at?” he asked, pointing to the frame in question.

“That’s Tae, my best friend. That was his seventh birthday,” you smiled besides yourself.

“Oh, I thought it was your boyfriend... You have pictures of the two of you everywhere in here,” he said, looking at your cork board and desk.

“Well, when you care about someone you want to have memories with them all around you, incase something bad happens you still have good memories to smile at,” you explained. Namjoon nodded at your explanation before continuing with his management talk.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Tae’s voice sounded throughout the office.

“Speak of the devil and he appears,” you sighed, standing up. “Sorry, Namjoon, lunch date just got here. Can we pick this up later?” you asked.

Namjoon nodded before standing up and holding his hand out for you to shake. “Make it a promise?” he asked. You laughed softly and shook his hand. As Namjoon turned around, Taehyung was there, smiling his big boxy grin as usual.

“Hey babes,” he announced, holding your lunch in his hands.

“Babes...” Namjoon whispered, walking out of the cubicle.

“Hi Tae,” you said, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Who was that?” he asked softly, gesturing to Namjoon who had left.

“Namjoon, co-worker, why?” you asked, turning in his grasp to grab your lunch from him.

“He’s pretty hot,” he stated, making a face of intrigue.

“Hands off, he’s a co-worker, not a blow up doll,” you warned, digging into your sandwich. Taehyung chuckled lightly, but let go of you so you could eat.

“Not for me, for you,” he whispered.

Pieces of sandwich fell from your mouth as you started choking. Taehyung jumped in alarm and started patting you on the back in hopes of easing the scare.

When you could breathe again you looked at Taehyung with an incredulous look. “Excuse me?”

“If you farted I’m leaving.”

“Taehyung, no way!” you said, throwing your hands in the air.

“Why not? He’s hot and more than likely single, because yikes that outfit. And you are in desperate need of sorting out in the bedroom department. I’m sure he’s great in bed,” he attempted to convince you. But you already had your mind made up.

“I’m not fucking my co-workers Taehyung, I can’t risk that.”

You heard a huff before the chair next to your desk squeaked in protest at new weight being forced upon it. “Just ask him out for coffee, simple and easy. Test the waters to see if you like him, and if not, then I’m sorry and I’ll pay for all the drinks next time we go out,” he offered.

“That is bribery,” you stated.

“It’s the only way to motivate your bitch ass.”

“As tempting as that bribe is, I’m still going to decline that bad idea,” you stated.

“Let me help you, Y/N! You just said a few nights ago that you were dying to have sex! I’m sure that Namjung-”

“Namjoon,” you corrected.

“What’s his dick would love to deliver! I care about your vaginal health too,” he said, holding your hand.

“Tae, as sweet as you tried to make that, it doesn’t matter. I’m not having sex with Namjoon. End of story. Period. Done,” you finished.

“You’re crabby when you don’t get laid,” Taehyung whined, stealing your bag of chips.

“Well, you’re a pain in my ass when you do and don’t get laid, so I guess I’m fucked in both categories.”

“You’re not getting fucked in any categories, that’s the problem here.”

“Taehyung!”

* * *

After the great office embarrassment of 2018, Taehyung decided to let up on his match making quest. Although, that didn’t mean he let up on getting you out of the deep pit you call your apartment.

Normally Taehyung had to drag you out of your house kicking and screaming. However, this morning, there was a necessary evil you had to shop for. Company dinners were truly satanic. It was pure evil hiding behind free booze and finger food you couldn’t pronounce.

And then there was the trial of having to find appropriate dress for the evening. Another time consuming process that you loathed. Trying on clothes made you want to rip your hair out. That’s why half of your clothes were ill-fitting. You couldn’t be bothered to try them on at the store. Either they were too big, a little snug or just right.

However, in a situation like this one, a sacrifice had to be made.

Unfortunately that sacrifice was Taehyung’s sanity.

“Y/N, if you take me into one more Goddamn dress store I’m committing mass murder. Maybe genocide if I hear ‘mermaid cut,’” he warned, walking behind you with his feet dragging.

“You’re the one who agreed to come with me,” you stated, spotting another boutique down the street.

“Because I thought maybe there might be some hot guys and gals to peer at while doing this shopping. However, most of them are teenagers and it makes me feel very gross to oogle an eighteen year old,” he whined, holding the door open for you.

You patted his cheek affectionately before stepping inside the shop.

That’s when you saw it.

A beautiful navy blue gown with lace arms and a pencil style skirt that was just calling your name. The mannequin looked slightly slimmer than you, perhaps the past few months with Taehyung shoving food down your throat didn’t help your cause.

But like fuck you weren’t trying that dress on.

“Miss,” you asked, walking up to the woman in the shop. She turned to you with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes, how can I help you?” she questioned, looking like you were a cockroach under her boot.

“Um, c-can I-”

“She wants to try that dress on,” Taehyung announced, pointing to the exact model without looking up from his screen.

You nodded and cleared your throat, trying desperately not to be such an awkward fuck.

“Well, we have the size that’s on the mannequin, then approximately three sizes up from that. So, would you like me to order the dress for you? We can take the measurements and have it delivered here in about two weeks,” she suggested.

“I have my company dinner next week, can’t I just try the one from the mannequin on?” you asked, pointing towards it.

“Well, that’s probably a size too small for you dear,” she stated, turning away from you.

“Excuse you?” Taehyung piped up from behind you.

“Yes, sir?” she asked, eyes sparkling at Taehyung’s handsome face.

“She said she wanted to try it on, as the saleslady shouldn’t you listen to the customer and not your own image of what you think is what’s going to fit on her? You’ve never measured her, never seen her anywhere else in anything less. So, why is it that you get to decide that the dress would be too small on her?”

You flushed in embarrassment. Taehyung could get lippy from time to time and it could absolutely make you want to shrivel into a husk of nervous shaking. The woman shrunk under Taehyung’s intense glare and nodded quickly.

“Certainly, I’ll set you up with a dressing room right away,” she said before running away with her tail between her legs. Taehyung’s eyes went right back to the device in his hands as the lady politely asked for you to follow her.

In the dressing room, a distressing revelation was becoming true.

The rude bitch was right, it was a size too small. Your tits were bulging out of the damn fabric and the leather of the pencil skirt was squeezing you in an uncomfortable fashion, that was anything but fashionable.

You leaned against the door, trying to get yourself from breaking down in this dressing room in a stupid boutique after a day of failed dress shopping. You could hear Taehyung tapping away at no doubt another messenger app, looking for his dick down of the night.

As much as you loved the guy, his dick needed to chill. Like, it was going to run out of gas at this rate.

A final sigh in defeat made you begin to disrobe. Just as you were about to pull the garment over your head, a fatal rip and tug made your heart drop.

“Shit!” you yelped, trying to keep still.

“You okay?” you heard Taehyung ask through the door, not fully interested.

“Taehyung,” you said, muffled through the clothes.

“Why does it sound like you’re losing cell reception? Are you huffing the fucking dress?”

“No! Listen, just shut up,” you growled. His silence allowed you to continue. “The old bitch was right, it’s too small for me,” you whined.

“Really? Where?”

“In my tits and ass,” you complained.

“That’s fucking hysterical,” Tae chuckled, setting down his phone. “I’ll go get the assistant-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” you hissed. Taehyung’s footsteps stopped.

“What do you expect me to do!” he complained. “Listen, I love you but I have a-”

“Taehyung, can you prioritize me over your dick for once please?” you asked. Taehyung sighed once again through the door.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“C-Crawl under the door and help me get out of this stupid contraption,” you stated.

“Crawl under the door in a women’s dressing room, you’re much kinkier than I remember... The book club would be scandalized,” he said, getting down on the ground.

As he shuffled in, Taehyung made the grave mistake of looking up...

There you were, a stupid fucking dress crumpled on your head, and panties on full display. Taehyung was eye level with your center, covered in lacy underwear that decorated your skin like a present. His heart shuddered for a moment before beginning to race. His hands got sweaty on the wooden floor as he tried to remember how to breathe.

The only thing he could think about was diving face first into your sweet pussy, practically being waved in front of his face.

“Tae, what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, huffing in impatience. Taehyung jolted at the idea of being caught staring at his best friends vag, while she is stuck in a dress. He jolted so hard in fact that he wound up smacking his head on the door.

“Ah, shit!” he whined, rubbing his head in frustration.

“Tae? You alright?” you asked, sounding concerned.

“Fine babe,” he said, touching your calf in comfort. Goosebumps raised on your skin after his warm palm left. He stood before you, trying to figure out how the fuck you managed to get yourself in this situation.

“Just, please hurry and get this stupid thing off of me so I can go eat something.”

Tae resisted the urge to jab at the ironic situation you were in, due to indulging yourself a few too many times, however the word resisted is key. “I’m working on it,” he stated, gripping the fabric and trying to pull it over your head. You yelped in pain and he stopped promptly.

“I-I think the zipper is caught in my hair or my bra. Maybe both,” you whimpered, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into whatever hole hell spit you out from.

“Yeah, it’s caught in your bra hook,” Taehyung examined. “There’s some hair tangled up in it as well, just hold on for a second. Try not to move,” he said. You stood patiently as Taehyung ever so carefully unwound your hair from the zipper track, leaving just a little bit of snarl for you to deal with later.

Next, the bra.

“I think I’m gonna have to unhook your bra,” Tae stated, placing his hand on his chin in contemplation.

“Excuse me?” you asked.  

“It’s really a bad time to fart, cramped space-”

“Kim Taehyung just unclip the fucking thing and get me out of the stupid dress!” you yelled.

“Shh! Easy, I don’t want to be caught in this stupid predicament of yours,” he growled.

“Close your eyes then,” you asked softly.

“Hmm? Why?” he asked, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Because if you unclip my bra it’ll come off,” you stated, trying not to turn even more red than you were certain you were.

“Duh, that’s the reason we need to unclip it. Unless you want to buy the dress like this?” he suggested, the thought of you actually pursuing that hilarious to him.

“I don’t want you to see me topless,” you stated softly. Taehyung made a confused face.

“I’ve seen your tits many times, Y/N, what’s the big deal?” he asked.

“You’ve never seen them fully, I’d like to keep it that way,” you declared.

“Fine, I’ll shut my eyes. I bet I could unhook bras without looking,” he snorted.

“Oh shut up you playboy,” you whined. Taehyung chuckled before closing his eyes and reaching for your skin.

It’s a scientific fact that when one sense is removed, the others are heightened to compensate for the loss in sensory attachment. When Taehyung’s hands met your back, a chill ran down his spine. However, not out of disgust, but out of pleasure. Your skin was so soft and warm against his palms. He tried desperately to think of anything else.

Dead Grandma, sad puppies. Anything to distract him from how right this felt. His hands on your barely clothed body and about to remove a very intimate article of clothing. You were fairing no better. Taehyung’s hands on you and pressed against your frame had you fighting for clarity in your clouding brain.

Finally the clip to your bra was found.

On instinct, Taehyung opened his eyes. He watched as his hands worked of their own accord, unsnapping the wire clips, unlatching the dress as well. The bra sagged, but not falling off all the way, due to your arms above your head. But, Taehyung saw your nipples perk at the cold air assaulting them. What he wouldn’t give to have them in his mouth...

What the fuck!?

He needed to stop, right now. H-he couldn’t think about you that way. As fucking cliche as it was... he didn’t want to fuck this up. Taehyung didn’t want anything to change between the two of you. It has always worked. You the salt, him the pepper or something like that...

He cared about you more than his own dick, so he was just going to do what the totally original main character did.

Bottled that shit up like a fine wine and suppress it!

“Ow! Tae, hurry up and get this thing off me before my arms lose circulation and come off,” you complained.

“Sorry,” he said, shutting his eyes and helping you pull the material off your body.

You quickly turned around and saw Taehyung’s eyes closed tight. He actually did as you asked... But, there was a sick part of you that was hoping to see his brown eyes peering into your own. After getting an eye full of your body...

Quickly you threw on your clothes and then ushered Taehyung out of your dressing room. You were quick to say goodbye to the lady and decided to just wear one of your older dresses for the company dinner, in hopes that it wasn’t too scandalous.

* * *

Taehyung was glad to be away from you for a little while. After dropping you off at your apartment he needed to get some distance...

The sight of you before him, reacting to his touch was too much for him to bear. He had to fuck it out of his system, right then...

He called up an old flame of his, Rose, and she said she’d be over in a few.

Your panties covering the one place on you he’d never seen. The part he wanted more than a best friend should...

The doorbell rang and Taehyung was quick to pounce on the scantily clad woman at his door. Rose mewled as he devoured her, watching as he quickly ripped his shirt from his body.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve called... Thought you gave us up for dick,” she stated, throwing her jacket on the floor.

Taehyung didn’t care for the talking. He just wanted to fuck it out of his system and forget it. Forget you, if he could. Because his friendship, his life with you was too good to throw it out because of a measly panty shot.

He could get pussy anywhere else, but you. He wouldn’t let himself dirty you as well. You didn’t deserve it, you deserved the world and Taehyung was the last person who could give it to you. As a freelance photographer, he didn’t belong in your social standing. Being your best friend was pushing it far enough.

Anything more could be detrimental to you.

Slowly, rose fell to her knees on the floor in front of him. Taehyung watched as she fished him out of his jeans and pumped him a few times. He didn’t miss the tick in her jaw at his slow reactions. He tried to enjoy the sensation of her mouth on him, wanting it to feel like the hot cavern he was used to... But in reality, it felt like a python with no teeth wouldn’t let his dick go.

After a few minutes of struggling and disappointed sighs, Rose lifted her mouth from his semi-hard erection.

“What’s up, Tae? Do you want to fuck, or do you need to talk?” she asked, looking up at him with mild curiosity.

“I’m really sorry, Rose... I want to fuck, but my dick and heart are at war right now,” he sighed, pulling himself back in his pants and zipping them up with finality.

“Don’t be, I get it. Being hung up on somebody is difficult, especially when you’ve been hung up on them for almost your entire life. I can see how that could get a little taxing after a while,” she stated, wiping the drool from her mouth.

“M-My whole life-”

“Cut the shit Tae, you’ve been in love with Y/N since before we met, and that’s been over seven years now. You fuck around, find good dick or good pussy to distract yourself. But in the end, you always find your way back to her somehow. You need to admit it to yourself, otherwise you’ll end up regretting it. Believe me, I already do,” she stated, staring at him with a knowing smile.

“Rose, she’s been my friend for years. How am I supposed to try and make the transition?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair with frustration.

“I can’t tell you how to broach that subject. Test the waters, flirt with her more intensely. See how she reacts. You two are already pretty touchy feely, more so than most best friends. Take it another notch up. Patience is key,” she said with confidence. Taehyung sighed.

Patience had never been his strong suit...

But for you? Anything could be.

* * *

Stood before your mirror good ole self esteem came crashing down on top of you like the rotting carcass it was. You were frantically searching for a dress that would be appropriate for this social meeting that you really had no desire to go to... But everything you had were stupid clubbing dresses!

As per usual, Taehyung sat on your bed staring at his significant other, phone.

“Taeeee!” you whined, throwing the tenth dress on the ground with a huff.

“What, babe?” he asked, cockng an eyebrow and looking up.

“There’s no dress in here I could possibly wear to the company dinner and it’s in five hours!” you stated in horror. Taehyung threw his phone on the bed and walked up to your closet confidently. He fished through the multiple hangers and random socks and... something that was most definitely alive-maybe. Until he found a hanger with a plastic covering.

The black dress you’d worn to your college graduation. It had a sweetheart neckline with off the shoulder bands that hung around your triceps in decoration. It was a beautiful dress, but you were thinner back then...

“Here, try this on,” he suggested, pushing it towards you.

“No, Tae. There’s no way it’s going to fit me,” you said, beginning to look through your more casual dresses that might be able to be gussied up.

“What do you mean? It was only three years ago, try it!” he insisted.

“I have pants from a year ago that don’t go over my ass now, there’s no way that thing will fit,” you stated firmly.

“Hey, if pants are only ill-fitting in your ass, then I’d say you have a good problem right there,” Tae said with a wink. You shoved his shoulder before fisting through the fabric again.

“How about-”

“The one I picked? I think it’s a great idea. Try it on,” Taehyung said, a firmer tone settling in. You looked at the dress he was holding and felt your heart sink into your stomach. You’d loved that dress when you purchased it, young and carefree. Much less late night taco bell runs and french fries back then.

“Tae I really don’t want to humiliate myself by trying a dress on I know won’t fit. Stop,” you demanded.

“You’re being ridiculous. If I’m being forced to be your date to this thing then I declare you go in that dress as payment,” Taehyung smirked. You frowned at his comment. Fucking dick move, Taehyung.

“Fine, but I don’t want any snide comments when I can’t get it to zip up,” you growled, snatching the dress and heading towards your bathroom.

As you undressed you felt anxiety well up in your throat. You hadn’t put this dress on in a long while, and you were much different than you were back then. In more ways than one.

You closed your eyes and pulled the dress up your body. To your surprise, it slid right on, sitting nicely against your curves. You stated in the mirror and looked at the fabric hugging your frame. You reached behind you and felt the zipper moving up easily, until you couldn’t bend your arms that way.

“Tae!” You yelled, pulling your hair the side. Ten came a knock at the door.

“Y/N? Are you okay in there?” He questioned.

“I just need you to zip up the dress, get in here,” you stated. The door clicked open and Taehyung waltzed inside, not before dropping his precious phone first. You jumped at the loud noise and turned around quickly. “Jesus Tae! Scared the shit out of me,” you said, holding your chest in fright.

Taehyung could only hear the blood pounding in his ears at the sight of you. The dress fit better than it did when you first bought it. Now, you filled out every inch with your gorgeous frame. Although, your boobs looked like they were struggling for air in that top. But that was besides the point. You looked too good for words, and Taehyung wasn’t having any of it.

“Nope, take it off, I was wrong,” he declared, crossing his arms over his chest. You scoffed.

“With that reaction I’m assuming I look fantastic, I hope you phone rests in peace by the way,” you commented, pointing down at the floor.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, a pained expression on his face. He lifted the device and bit his lip. There was only a crack in the lower part of the screen. It still worked. He could live for another day.

“Now that you two are reunited, mind zipping me up now?” you asked, flashing your back to him once more.

“No, I told you I was wrong. Maybe the pink one would work better...” Taehyung trailed off, heading towards the door.

“You told me I looked like fourth grader in that dress, just zip me up. What is your deal?” You asked, surprised at his outburst.

“Because,” he sighed, staring at you. “Other people are going to see you in it,” he stated. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s kind of the point. Quit being dumb and help,” you complained.

“I don’t want other people to see you in this dress,” Taehyung said quietly.

“What?” You asked, turning quickly. Taehyung flushed, he couldn’t believe he said it out loud. Fuck, should be just commit and tell you? Tell you what he’s been thinking about and the depth? Could he do that? Should he risk it all?

“Nothing... I’ll help,” he conceded, coming forward to place his hands on your back. You jolted at the feeling of his skin on yours. Confusion swept over you. Why, all of the sudden, were you hyper aware of his touch. Anticipating his next move and feeling his hands drag the fabric together and zip up your dress.

Your face was red when you turned around to look at Taehyung. He seemed, off. Like something was bothering him almost... “Tae? Do you not want to come with me?” You asked, wondering if the thought of being at this dinner was one he was dreading.

“No, I want to go. Free food and spending time with you is always a bonus. Get ready, I need to find my suit,” he said, wandering out of the room. You stared as he walked away. Taehyung seemed upset, almost possessive.

It was like you two were young again and you played with his favorite toy without asking. It truly threw you for a loop. But the feeling of his palm on your back, holding you there as he pulled the fabric together with the zipper... it sent chills of pleasure down your spine.

Anxiety welled in you stomach as these thoughts plagued you. Had it really been so long since you got laid you were starting to crave the affections of any man? Taehyung had been in your life for so long, maybe you’d neglected the time when he grew up...

When did he get taller than you?

When did he get his license?

When did his smile start to make your heart stop?

When did his presence become so vital to your life?

When... did you start loving him?

Your hands flew up to your mouth as you recalled the conversation. He didn’t want anyone else to see you in the dress... Did he-Did he feel the same as you?

“Tae!” you screamed, bolting out of the bathroom and running down the hall. A door slammed and feet began to run towards you, before you knew it you slammed into Taehyung at full force. Dress shirt half buttoned and pants thrown on haphazardly paired a horrified expression, he held onto you.

“What? Are you alright? Why did you scream?” he asked, holding your face.

“Do you love me?” you asked, panting. Years of subtle tells running through your mind, it all seemed too much.

Taehyung’s face turned into confusion and moderate annoyance. “Of course I love you idiot, is that why you screamed? Jesus fuck, I thought you were being murdered-”

“No, I mean do you love me like I love you?” you breathed, gripping his wrists tight.

“Y/N, what-what are you talking about?” he whispered, dropping his hands from your face. You took a daring step forward.

“Taehyung, I’m so stupidly slow. Incredibly, like snails are dead and gone by the time I understand something,” you stated.

“I’ve known that for years,” he quipped.

“Then, did you know how much I’ve loved you for all these years? How much you’ve meant to me? Have I never told you that the night I lost my virginity, I said your name? Because, I couldn’t think of anyone else who would love me as much,” you breathed. Taehyung’s heart began to pound.

What had gotten into you?

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? You’re kinda freaking me out right now,” he said, backing up as you continued towards him.

“I need you to tell me right now if you don’t feel the same... I need to know if this is something I’ve been holding onto for years, just to have to let it go right now. Because you mean more to me than anything, Kim Taehyung. Anything in this whole world.” Taehyung’s back hit the wall, no escape.

“Y/N...” Taehyung trailed off.

“Taehyung, please. Tell me,” you begged. Everything in your head was swirling around. Too much information too fast.

“I-I... I don’t know how I feel, but I know I don’t want any other man to see you in that dress. I know that I almost threw up telling you to ask out that Namjung-”

“Namjoon.”

“What the fuck ever! I don’t want him anywhere near you,” he growled.

“What if I went to the company dinner in this dress. And he asked me for a dance?”

Taehyung face turned dark. “He wouldn’t get close enough,” He glowered. You reached up and touched his face, holding his jaw in your palm. On instinct, Taehyung leaned into your touch. You smiled at his reaction.

“You know, I know you were staring at my breasts in the dressing room,” you teased. Taehyung paled.

“I-uh, never did that,” he coughed, rubbing his neck. A tell he was lying.

“Oh my God you did look! I knew you wouldn’t be able to listen to me for once!” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Look, Y/N. I don’t know what happened in that bathroom, but I do know that I’m half dressed and your company dinner is in two hours. So, we should probably-”

“I don’t care,” you whispered. Taehyung let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.

“Y-You don’t care?” he asked, looking at you in confusion.

“I don’t fucking care about the Goddamn company dinner, Taehyung. You keep dancing around the same question without a fucking answer,” you growled. He swallowed rough, throat suddenly dry.

“Babe-”

“Don’t, please don’t,” you whispered.

“Y/N... We can’t do this, you mean way too much to me to risk a friendship like ours-”

“For a relationship? Is it because I’m a girl? Are you not attracted to me?”

“No! It’s not like that, Y/N,” Taehyung scrambled.

“Then what? Because the whole ‘not wanting to ruin the friendship’ cliche isn’t a good enough fucking answer,” you stated. Taehyung took a deep breath in and sighed.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N, it’d kill me...” he whispered, bringing his palms to your face.

“You won’t lose me, Taehyung. You could never,” you stated, holding his wrists gently in your hands. You ran a soothing thumb down his skin to ease his anxiety. Wishing for his worries to melt away with your touch.

“If I fucked this up, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I hurt you... I-I can’t do that, Y/N. Please, just forget all of this,” he pleaded.

“I can’t,” you announced. Without a moment's hesitation you launched yourself forward, capturing Taehyung’s lips with your own. Taehyung wrapped his arms around your shoulders, trying to pull you off of him. But his strength seemed to sap from him the longer you worked your mouth against him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, feeling heat coursing through your veins. Taehyung was at war with himself. Did he risk it all? Or leave you? Your lips pushing against his had him fighting for his sanity. God did he want you... You looked so tempting in that dress, fuck. It was everything he could do to not rip it off.

“Hang on,” he breathed, pulling away from you for a moment.

“Do you want me? Because you can have me, all of me... But you need to promise me that I’ll have you too,” you breathed. Accepting what you’ve known in your heart to be true for your whole time with Taehyung. That you wanted him to be yours.

This was it...

You were offering yourself, your heart up to him on a silver platter. Does he dare turn around and say he wanted gold? Or, does he accept your love and his own..?

“Okay,” he breathed, looking into your eyes with all the love he had.

“Taehyung,” you smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. He squeezed you back, feeling how perfect you felt in his arms. How you were meant to be there... He rested his cheek against yours, breathing on your neck softly. The warmth of his breath sent chills down your spine, and the urgency from earlier made your heart flutter.

“I’m trying incredibly hard to be a gentleman right now, but fuck I need to get you naked,” Taehyung growled in your ear. You gasped as he licked your chin and up to your mouth, slowly moving your lips apart with his tongue and delving into your sweetness. You whined into his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer and closer, wanting him so close you could breathe him in.

“I want you, so bad, please Taehyung,” you pleaded, moaning at the sensation of his tongue on your skin. He had some sort of oral fixation because if his lips weren’t on yours, then his tongue was on some part of you. He wanted to devour you whole, he’d waited too long to be denied. You pushed your hand inside of his partially done shirt, feeling the warm skin against your greedy palms.

“You’ll get me babe, just hang on,” he tempted, sucking on your lower lip.

“Bedroom,” you moaned, gripping his forearms tightly.

“Shit, okay,” he whispered, dragging you towards your bedroom. You easily complied, letting Taehyung pull you through your home with practiced familiarity. You whined when his lips left yours for a moment so he could adjust you in his hold to open the door.

“Tae~” you whined, tugging on his already loose collar, wanting to kiss him more. Taehyung huffed in annoyance before planting his lips back on yours and popping your door open. You hummed, appeased for the time being. Taehyung groaned and reached behind you to unzip your dress.

“Want this gone,” he groaned, practically ripping the zipper off the track to remove the fabric.

“Don’t rip this fucking dress or I’ll kill you,” you warned, glaring at him through your eyelashes.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, pushing the top down and off your body. Noticing that you didn’t wear a bra with this dress. Seeing as how it was off the shoulder. You moaned when he took a nipple in his mouth, warming the flesh with his tongue. You arched into his advances, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Shit, Taehyung,” you said, biting your lip.

“Fuck you’re so breathtaking,” he huffed, licking his lips after pulling back.

“I wanna suck your cock,” you said, falling to your knees in front of him. Taehyung moaned at the sight of your breasts jolting at the sudden shock to your body. You were almost salavating at the thought of his thick length in your mouth.

“Don’t stare, suck me,” Taehyung growled lightly, scraping his nails along your scalp. You licked you lips tauntingly before undoing his pants and pulling him out. You marveled at his veiny texture and the sight of precum dribbling down his beautifully curved shaft.

Taehyung looked like he was going to shove you down on his dick if you continued to tease, so you leaned forward and gave kittenish lick to the tip, savoring the sensation of his precum touching your tongue. You moaned at the feeling and took more and more of him in your mouth.

“Fuck baby, look so pretty with my dick in your mouth,” Taehyung groaned, throwing his head back.

You hummed on his cock, moving your tongue along his sensitive tip and swallowing around the meat of his shaft. Taehyung hissed, biting his lip in effort to not buck into your sweet mouth. You wrapped your hand around the base and began to pump what wasn’t fitting in your mouth and throat. Wondering if Taehyung had a kink for messy girls, you let your drool fall from your lips and all over your chin and hit your breasts.

Taehyung’s eyes dilated as he leaned forward to take his dick from your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so dirty baby,” he panted, capturing your wet lips with his. Wrapping his hand around your neck Taehyung practically moved the kiss along. You could feel his thumb teasing your airway, no doubt wanting nothing more than to push down and cut off the sweet oxygen keeping you grounded.

“Taehyung,” you gasped.

“I’ll make love to you later baby, I promise,” he said, a kiss sealing the deal. “But right now, I need to fuck you dirty and hard... Until your sweet pussy is so swollen and you have bruises all over your beautiful body. I want to be ingrained in every inch of your skin... Till the only thing you know is me,” he purred, pulling to your feet.

“Sounds absolutely perfect,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to your trembling frame. Taehyung’s hands found your thighs and pushed on them, wanting you to jump up.

“Jump,” he whispered.

“Tae, I can’t. I’m too heavy,” you said, blushing.

“You’re not, jump up before I deadlift you,” Taehyung said, not even remotely kidding. Not wanting him to hurt his back you placed your hands on his shoulders and jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist. His dribbling length rubbed against your ass and you found yourself biting your lips to keep from crying out.

“Are you alright?” you asked, looking at Taehyung for any signs of discomfort.

“I’m fine, but I need to get inside you,” he groaned, walking you over to the bed. You yelped when suddenly your back hit the fabric of your comforter and Taehyung was grinding against your clothed pussy.

“Take your shirt off, I wanna see more of you,” you pleaded, pulling at the button up that had been obstructing your view too long. Taehyung complied, undoing the last buttons and throwing the fabric to the floor, leaving it to be forgotten.

“How’s that, baby? Like what you see?” Taehyung asked, running his hands down your body.

“Yes, I love it,” you whined, gripping onto the sheets as Taehyung found your center.

“Do you like being fingered? Or are you too sensitive?” Taehyung asked, looking at you for permission.

“I like being fingered, but I’d love your mouth so much more,” you said, taking his chin in one hand and running your thumb along his lip. Taehyung opened his mouth and let your thumb dip in, swirling his tongue around your digit playfully.

“Let me taste you,” Taehyung said, moving away from your hand and back down to the apex of your thighs. You leaned back and let him part your legs, giving himself better access. Slowly, he hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them off, exposing your dripping center. Taehyung let in a sharp breath. “Fuck, you’re soaked baby... Did just sucking me off get you this excited?” He asked, biting his lip.

“Mmm, I loved your thick cock in my mouth Tae,” you complimented, teasing him with a bit of your tongue peeking out as you panted in excitement.

“You look so incredible like this. Sweating, wet and panting for me... Jesus fuck, you look tight,” he moaned.

“Why don’t you find you?” you teased, running your hands over your lower lips and spreading yourself for him. Taehyung moaned at the sight of your insides clenching for him.

“God, I’m so hard it hurts but I gotta taste you before I bury myself in this sweet cunt,” Taehyung groaned, moving forward and licking at your with desperate abandon.

“Oh! Tae!” you yelped, gripping the sheets tightly and letting the pleasure seep into your blood like a drug. That’s what Taehyung was... An addictive drug that was slowly taking over every essence of your being. He was going to absolutely ruin you, and you planned to do the very same to him.

His tongue dragged up from your entrance and swirled around your clit, teasing the swollen area of your sex. Never giving you the spike of pleasure you desired. He was such a fucking tease. You watched as Taehyung rut against your bed, trying to find relief of his own as he devoured you whole.

“Baby, put your dick in me,” you pleaded.

“Mm, you taste so good... I wanna keep going,” he said, humming against your clit in a promising manner.

“Fuck!” you cried as he pushed one finger in your heat. Your pussy swallowed him right up to the knuckle, clenching around his intrusion.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight... Fuck I can’t wait to destroy you,” Taehyung said, moving his digit back and forth slowly trying to open you up so you would accomodate his length. The thought of your tightness all around his tender erection had him thrusting into the mattress like a horny virgin.

“Tae, I can’t wait... I want it, please,” you whined, throwing your head back against the bed in pleasure.

“Baby you’re too tight, I’ll hurt you,” he said, flicking over your clit with his thumb to give you some patience. However, it made you want him more.

“Please Taehyung! Rip me in half, I don’t give a shit, I just want you so fucking bad,” you demanded.

Without warning you were lifted to Taehyung’s mouth assaulting your own. You moaned into his harsh kiss, if you could even call that. It was more like a passionate bite. “You’re always so fucking impatient... Can’t wait for the pizza to cool off, can’t wait in line for a coffee, can’t wait. Such a greedy little brat,” he growled.

A harsh smack resounded throughout the room. You ass burned in pain, but the rush of pleasure that followed was worth the ache. “Oh! I’m sorry,” you apologized, grabbing Taehyung’s face and kissing him as if he was the last pleasure you’d ever know.

“You’re not sorry yet, I’ll make you sorry,” he groaned as you bumped his cock. “Fucking hell, I can’t wait... I’m gonna punish you for this you little shit... But I need you so fucking bad,” Taehyung moaned.

“Give me your cock, please Tae... Wanna cum on it like a good girl,” you begged. Taehyung full on snarled at your statement.

You pulled your dress the rest of the way off as Taehyung practically ripped his pants and boxers off his frame. You got into a better position and opened your legs to accept Taehyung between them. You watched as he crawled onto the bed, kissing his way up to your lips.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked. You thought for a moment. Taehyung was a major fuck boy and you may be on the pill but that didn’t keep you from getting and STD he may have contracted.

“Yeah, yeah I do... But we’re going to get fucking tested tomorrow you little shit. I’m on the pill,” you said, glaring at him.

“God damn it,” he snarled before grabbing his wallet from his pants pocket and pulling a condom out from the back.

“You know they’ll dry out easier that way,” you stated as he tore open the packet with his teeth.

“I won’t need any lube with how fucking drenched you are baby,” he winked, running a finger up your slit to prove his point. You winced at the harsh pleasure, but it left you wanting so much more.

“Just put it in me already,” you complained, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, slipping your tongue in his mouth and trying to encase yourself in his intoxicating being. Taehyung gripped his length and rolled the condom on with practiced ease. However it was difficult with you kissing every inch of open skin with an eagerness that was hard to ignore. Taehyung managed to get the latex on himself and pushed you onto your back.

“You sure?” he asked, looking into your eyes one last time for permission.

“I’m sure,” you nodded, licking your lips that still had the taste of him on them.

Finally, Taehyung rubbed himself against your slick fold to get some lubrication before pushing against your entrance.

The pressure was a bit much, but just watching his facial expressions were worth the achy pain. Taehyung gave a shallow thrust to help open you up for him. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered, letting your head fall back into the pillows. Taehyung gripped your hips and adjusted your position to help ease the sharp sting.

“Relax a bit more for me, baby. I won’t get it in otherwise,” he said, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mmm, your so big. It’s hard to relax,” you said, panting from the effort. Taehyung interlocked your fingers and kissed your knuckles and kept up his slow and gentle thrusts.

“You’re doing incredible babe, feel so good around me,” he breathed, leaning over you as he hitched on of your legs around his hip. A harsher push followed as you felt your walls stretch even more.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you groaned, wincing at the feeling... But wanting to be completely consumed by it nonetheless.

“Pussy is so fucking tight,” he groaned, pushing in further.

“I want it all, give it to me,” you stated. Taehyung looked at you in concern.

“I don’t wanna force it baby, I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, keeping his pace.

“I can handle it, I’m a big girl and you’re certainly a big boy so give it to me,” you demanded. Taehyung groaned as you shifted your hips and caused him to sink into you further.

“You fucking asked for it,” he grunted, pushing himself the rest of the way in. He paused when he felt your ass touching his pelvis.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking big,” you mewled, grasping at his shoulders. Taehyung tried to hide his prideful smirk, but it was hard when you were in the throws of passion because of him inside of you.

“Do you need a second baby?” he asked, kissing along your jaw and licking your earlobe teasingly.

“No, fuck me hard,” you demanded. Taehyung smiled and began to set an grueling pace.

With each thrust that was delivered into your body a sharp moan was wrenched from your throat against your will. He was just so thick, and you were so full of him. The lewd sound of your flesh smacking against his as he fucked into you echoed through your room.

“Ah! Fuck baby, so tight. This sweet little pussy is just swallowing my dick. Were you so thirsty for my dick baby? Mmm? Wear that fucking dress out in public and I’ll fuck you in front of anyone,” Taehyung growled.

“Maybe I will- oh! W-wear it in front of Namjoon and see what he thinks about it-Ah!” you cried as Taehyung thrust into you so hard you moved up the mattress. He had you seeing stars with the brutal fucking he was giving you. No doubt your poor center would be bruised, but like fuck you weren’t going to thank him for the fucking of a lifetime.

“Like fuck you will. No one gets to see you like this but me,” he barked, smashing your faces together into another kiss. You desperately gripped onto his frame to keep you grounded, but you could feel yourself slipping into a frenzy.

His cock was hitting you just so and he made a point to grind against you with every other thrust, stimulating your clit with the motion. Everything he was doing made you need him more and more, harder until you couldn’t breathe.

“God, Taehyung. Fuck me harder, I don’t wanna be able to move from this bed for a month. Please baby, give it to me harder. Want you to drill who I belong to into my pussy. Fuck! Dick so hard, hmm baby? Is my pussy good? Do you like how tight I clench around you?” you panted into his ear, dragging your nails down his biceps. Taehyung’s hips stuttered at the sharp sensation of your nails digging into his flesh. He loved the stinging impression they left on his activated skin.

“Want me to fuck you harder? Hmm? Is that what my baby girl just asked for? You sure?” he teased.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” you snarled, pushing yourself up so that his dick came out of your center.

“What are you-”

“Shh,” you whispered, reaching down and pulling the condom off his length, throwing it onto the floor and shifting to your side.

“Whoa, Y/N, I don’t know-”

“Get over here and fill me up with your cum, baby,” you purred, rubbing your clit out of desperation. Taehyung moaned and pumped himself a few times before pulling you against his body, diving back into your sweet heat.

“Fuck this might not be a good idea,” he groaned, beginning to thrust into you even deeper than before.

“Mm, this is the best idea I’ve ever had... I can feel you,” you groaned, loving the sensation of his hot, throbbing cock massaging your weeping walls.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he moaned, bucking into your harshly. You wanted nothing more than to feel him cum inside of you.

“I don’t need you to... Please, hurry... I’m so close, talk dirty to me Taehyung,” you pleaded.

“Mm, baby wants to hear me talk dirty? Oh, where should I start? Huh?” he asked, picking up his pace. “How about how fucking tight you are around me? It’s like you’re trying to squeeze the cum right out of me, fuck I’ll give it to you baby. Anything you want, you can have it. Fuck, I’m gonna cum so hard in this sweet pussy and you’ll be so full you can’t walk for days. I wanna watch my cum dribble out of your swollen cunt, baby... Fuck, it’ll be so hot watching you-ah... Fuck baby, gonna cum,” he warned, hips stuttering. He managed to work himself up.

“I want it, please baby,” you begged, reaching down to rub your clit as Taehyung practically kicked into you to hard you could feel the bruises forming.

“Here it comes, take it all baby,” he moaned. Taehyung grunted a few more times and then a whine came from his throat.

You felt the first splash of heat rush through your senses, and it sent you over the edge.

“Taehyung!” you screamed, gripping the sheets and shuddering from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung kept moving his hips to empty himself inside of you and help coax you through your climax.

“So pretty all fucked out baby,” he purred, voice hoarse with crying out his release. You trembled in the afterglow of your orgasm. Taehyung leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on your swollen lips.

The strength seemed to be sapped from him as he laid down next to you, fingers intertwined.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, looking up at the ceiling.

“You’re telling me,” you said, swallowing hard. “Shit, my vagina is gonna be sore for like a month,” you complained.

“Coming from the girl who kept begging me to go harder! Damn, I almost threw out my hip,” Taehyung quipped.

You both fell into comfortable silence.

“Y/N,” Taehyung started, turning to look at you.

His breath whooshed from him all at once at the sight of you. Lips puffy from kisses, eyes glassy from tears and lust, hair thrown about from your fuckfest.

You were absolutely divine in his eyes.

“Yes?” you asked, turning on your side to face him.

“I know I may have done this in the wrong way, but I’d like to take you out on a date if you’d let me?” Taehyung offered.

“That’s so sweet, you can be my date to the company- OH FUCK!” you yelped, getting up and immediately falling onto the ground in a crumple of post coital limbs.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yelped, crawling over to your side to check on you.

“Taehyung, I was supposed to be at that dinner half an hour ago!” you said, face palming.

“As I recall, you said you didn’t give a fuck about the dinner. But I gave a fuck for you certainly,” he winked. You shrieked on the floor and started looking for your panties.

“Shit, it’s really important I shouldn’t have-”

“But didn’t I promise to make love to you after fucking you into oblivion?” Taehyung purred from the bed. Your ears perked at the promise of more sex from him.

You were silent before giving your answer.

“I-I think the dress was ill-fitting anyways.”