#🐻;「 another face in the crowd ( anonymous ) 」

[jeonbunnie]

between you & me

pairing: reader x taehyung

anon requested: “could you write a fluff (and smut if you’d like) with idol!kim taehyung x non!idol reader piece with the song “between you and me” by betty who?”

summary: testing out a new dating app leaves you with more than just a online connection.

genre: fluff, smut; blind date au

soundtrack: between you and me— betty who

content/warnings: 18+, strangers to lovers, POV shifts, dirty talk, protected sex

a/n: this was supposed to be a lil drabble…but my hand slipped lol. also reader is wild for this don’t go home with strangers! do as I say not as I write lol. ty for being patient anon I hope u like it!

word count: 4.4k

♪ Just between you and me I can feel something here, wondering if you do, too ♪

Going on a date with a celebrity was the last scenario you imagined when you first joined Vibez. 

Initially, you didn’t have any interest in signing up for yet another trending dating app. But you couldn’t watch Youtube without their commercial popping up or scroll through your feed without coming across their slogan: “love is blind.” 

Maybe you were feeling a bit lonely, or you had too much wine, but in a moment of absolute insanity, you downloaded Vibez. There were no photos. Profiles only consisted of a person's bio and anonymous icon of their choice. 

You were starting to resent that fact as you had no idea what to expect or who you were meeting on your date tonight. You only had a name.  

Kim Taehyung.

You tugged on the hem of your little black dress then internally cursed yourself for fidgeting. You wanted to appear sexy, confident, and open—not like some awkward girl on her phone at the bar—but your anxiety was getting the best of you. You opened the app and sent him a text. 

[ 7:01pm] 🦋: You're late.  

You were joking. Kind of. Technically, it was only a minute past 7 p.m. but that minute started to feel like an hour. Sitting at a crowded restaurant alone on a Saturday night only seemed to edge on your nervous state. You got there a little early and ordered yourself a drink, but as the minutes passed on you were starting to wonder if your date stood you up. Just as soon as the thought crossed your mind you got a text back.

[ 7:02pm] 🐻: I would never show up late to our date.

[ 7:02pm] 🐻: I’m here. 

You looked up from your phone, heart spiking in your throat as you scanned the crowd around you. You hated that he could be anywhere and you wouldn’t know it. 

[ 7:04pm] 🦋:  Here where? 

[ 7:0pm] 🐻: I’m at the bar.

At the bar? You hadn’t noticed a man near your age around you. To your left, a group of party girls laughed amongst themselves and clinked champagne glasses. You looked to your right. Next to you, there was a man around his fifties cradling a beer in his palms. You shuddered at the thought. No. . . it couldn’t be, right? 

You quickly turned away from him, already regretting your decision to come out on this blind date at all. You briefly covered your face with your hands and prepared yourself to sneak out as quickly as possible, ready to abandon ship. But when you looked up, the group of girls were gone, and someone else was there in their place.  

His back was turned to you, and you couldn’t see his face, but he was tall, with a slim build and dark hair. This could be him? Maybe it was wishful thinking, but you hoped so; he looked like your type, and he was around your age. Your nerves took over again, but this time you fought against the instinct to run and crossed the space between you to tap him on the shoulder.

“Kim Taehyung?”

When he turned around, and you saw his face, the world seemed to slow all around you. Because he wasn't a stranger to you at all, you knew this face. You’d seen it on countless magazines, album covers, and across the red carpet. But now that he was standing in front of you, it felt like a dream, like you could hardly recognize him as real. 

How could it be that your Kim Taehyung was the Kim Taehyung?

I mean, what were the odds?

“Y/n?” The rumble of your name in that dark voice you knew all too well had you weak in the knees. 

“No way,” You said. “Is this some kind of joke? You’re not my blind date, are you?”

Taehyung laughed, the sound deep and hearty. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that reaction. Would it be so bad if I was your date?

You startled, waving your hands as if to wave away any offense you might have dealt him. “Not at all! Sorry, it’s just? A little hard to believe.” When the algorithm matched you with a bear emoji named Kim Taehyung, you didn’t think twice about the name. Maybe you should have. But you were more focused on figuring out what to say when your phone pinned, letting you know he initiated a chat with you.

You never would've thought answering that message would have led you here, to him. He looked too good to be true sitting in front of you in a black dress shirt and jeans. You couldn’t help but eye him. Only someone as famous as him had the power to look so handsome while dressed casually.

Even if you had figured out the truth based on his name alone, you still wouldn’t have thought it to be true. Part of you felt like it was a prank; any second now a TV crew would pop up. 

You felt silly even thinking that, but still, you had to ask: “Is this really happening?”

Taehyung read the look on your face. He thought of this scenario so many times. People reacted strangely when it came to his fame, and he figured you’d either be starstruck or repulsed. It was the whole reason Vibez appealed to him in the first place. He wanted to get to know someone honestly, without the haze of the lights clouding his image.

Texting you felt more like checking up on a friend than anything else. Phone calls became texts, and pretty soon, he’d stopped saying hello and started answering the phone with ‘hey you.’ It wasn’t long before he quickly found himself up all kinds of hours, laying on your side in bed with the phone pressed to his cheek and the biggest smile on his face.

There was something different about getting to know someone with only their words and the sound of their voice. He liked learning all your little tells; when your voice filled with worry or sleep. The pause on the line right before you’d let out a big laugh. The steady sound of your breath after you’d fallen off to sleep. 

He liked putting a face to all that information, too. And though he hadn’t expected the disbelief on your pretty face, he was more amused than offended by your skepticism.

He offered you a genuine smile. “I am your blind date,” he said. “I know my identity comes as a surprise, but if it’s any consolation, I’m surprised by you, too. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

Had anyone else had said that to you, the compliment would’ve been cloying, but coming from his lips, the words were saccharine sugar. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you.” 

“I mean it,” he said, brown eyes so open and honest, you couldn't help but believe him. 

So when he took your hand in his, you let him guide you to the empty barstool beside him, almost in a trance. You tried not to blush at the warmth of his hand and the heated eye contact he maintained. His eyes were magnetic, pulling you in; no wonder he was a teenage heartthrob. If he looked at fan cams the way he looked into your eyes, then you pitied the poor soul on the other end of that lens.

Still, you found the reality of your meetup all so strange. “I don’t get it. Why would—“

“—Someone like me ever use a dating app?” 

You nodded, grateful that he knew exactly where your mind was at.

“Well, I was hoping you’d let me buy you a drink and give me a chance to explain.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “First, prove it.”

“Prove it?”

“I’ll let you buy me a drink if you can prove you’re the Taehyung I know online. Tell me something only the real Taehyung would know.”

“Okay. I picked the bear emoji in our Vibez chat.”

It took all your strength not to roll your eyes. “That doesn’t mean anything; it's a popular emoji. Anyone could have the same one.”

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, amusement filling his eyes. “Okay, then. During your high school graduation, you tripped and fell in front of everyone and—”

You covered his mouth before he could finish. “How could you say something so embarrassing out loud?” When you told him about the public embarrassment months ago in private, you never imagined he’d repeat out loud.

“You forced my hand; you asked me to prove it?” He laughed, the sound of his voice muffled underneath your hands. 

You pulled away from him, stunned. “I—it’s really you isn’t it?” All this time you’d been spilling your heart out to one of the most famous men in the world. You felt embarrassed and enamored at the same time. 

Taehyung winked at you before he caught the eye of the bartender and ordered champagne for both of you. When your drinks came, and you took a sip of the sweet, sparkling wine, you realized he knew your taste exactly. You couldn’t help but be impressed.

“Okay, you won me over. Now tell me why.” 

He gave you a sheepish smile. “It’s hard to get close to people and have them see me. I mean, see me. Not some image they made up in their heads.”

When you first started talking, there were some things he kept private. He wasn’t very specific about his job, obscurely telling you he worked in the entertainment industry. He avoided any talk about work with smooth transitions asking about your workday. Sometimes you let him get away with it. Other times you pushed back. 

“You could’ve told me,” you said. “I would’ve understood.”

You heard the smile in his voice when he answered. “I know that. You’re my safe place. I just didn’t want anything outside of us to taint that.”

You could understand that. Taehyung was your safe place, too. You could confide in him, tell him anything, and your secrets would be safe with him.  

“I don’t know. You make me feel like I’m not alone. And when we talk, everything else falls away. It's like. . . Right now, we’re in a crowded room, but it feels like we’re alone. Like it’s just you and me.” He paused, leaning in close. 

You mirrored his body language till you were close enough to see the dark curl of his lashes, till you felt the heat radiate off his body in waves. 

Taehyung looked down and licked his lips, pink tongue darting out. You knew it was probably a sign of him being nervous but the action had your thoughts straying elsewhere and it gave you butterflies. God, you only met him for five minutes and you already wanted him. You willed yourself to get it together enough to focus on his words. 

“Am I crazy?” He whispered, making eye contact again. “Or is it like that for you too?”

You felt the same way. Something pieced together through all the late-night phone calls and the midday check-ins. The energy between you was like magic. There was an intimacy, one you’d never known with anyone else before. Normally on a date like this, you’d feel all kinds of nervous and awkward around someone new. But you didn’t feel that now. He felt so familiar. 

“You’re not crazy. . . ” You said, heart thrumming in your chest.

For so long, the thought of meeting him frightened you. Talking to him was fine and all when it was just you, alone in your room. But you worried about what it would be like to bring your relationship outside into the real world. 

If you were completely honest with yourself, you were a bit in love. You fell for him months ago getting to know him online. You fell for his heart, his character. His dreams and his worries and even the silly way he used emojis. You only hoped the feeling was mutual.

Dinner went by in a perfect blur. The champagne helped you relax, loosening any nerves you had, and once you started talking, you realized how little you had to fear. He was the same in person as he was in your private chats. The truth was—you liked him. He was funny and charming and down to earth in a way you hadn’t thought possible for a star of his magnitude.

And even though you were meeting for the first time, you could feel yourself falling for him a little more. 

It took a little for you to get used to being in his presence. He was gorgeous, so good looking it almost hurt to look at him. Your attraction to him was through the roof. And the chemistry. . .You only had one drink, but you felt drunk from his presence alone. 

As you winded down, a comfortable quiet drifted between you two. Somehow you ended up curled into each other, close but not close enough. You wanted more.  To be closer, but any further, and you’d practically be on the man’s lap. Right now, the thought seemed tempting. If it were anyone else, the idea wouldn’t have ever crossed your mind. But it was Taehyung, your Taehyung. And after tonight, he felt so real, so personable to you it didn’t feel strange to want to connect with him at a deeper level.

Staring into his eyes, you felt completely and totally seen. To be known by such a perfect stranger. . .the irony didn’t escape you. You laughed to yourself, amused at the notion.

Taehyung smiled at the sound of your voice, eyes crinkling up in confusion.  “What?”

“It’s nothing. I just had a thought.”

“Tell me? Please?”

You shook your head, suddenly bashful. “It’s too much for a first date.”

You didn’t want to scare him off with your feelings. Or be the first one to admit to having feelings, because what if he didn’t feel the same?

But Taehyung was persistent. He held your hand, rubbing small circles on the back. “Tell me anyway,” he said in that deep soothing voice.

You did your best to ignore the butterflies he gave you and tried to pull our thoughts together. “I feel like I know you. We just met, but it feels like I’ve known you forever. And…”

“And?”

You bite your lip. “I more than like you.”

Taehyug couldn’t believe his luck. He knew there was a slim chance of the date going right, of you wanting to see him at all. He’d thought as much but so much can be misconstrued over text. But to know his feelings weren't one sided, that he wasn’t the only one falling over the phone—

“Too much?” you asked, nervous. 

He was so quiet for a moment you wondered if you made a mistake. Then something ignited in his eyes. The heat of his gaze stunned you, but you didn’t dare look away. 

“I more than like you too.”

He was so close. The musky scent of his cologne—warm and woodsy— flooded your senses. Taehyung closed the gap, till there was nothing between you and him, till his warm lips met yours.

And then you were kissing him. His tongue slipped in your mouth, and you sighed at the taste of him, bittersweet from the champagne. And when his hand came up to cup your jaw, you all but melted in his palm. 

You’d imagined this kiss so many times, and it didn’t disappoint. It was everything you expected and more. Maybe it was your connection, but the desire you felt for him was unreal. As sweet as the kiss started, it quickly turned into something hungry. when he licked into your mouth, swirling his tongue just right, you felt your stomach dip, pleasure building there.

And just like that, you were over the small talk. Suddenly you weren’t close enough. You wanted more. You’d risk it all if it meant you could feel his touch, his lips traveling elsewhere, your neck, your breasts, your thighs. . .

When he pulled away, you were flushed, panting, and desperate for more.

Girl, get a grip! You hoped he couldn’t see the look in your eye how badly you wanted him.

If the look in his eye was any indication, you weren’t the only one aroused after the kiss. Taehyung smiled, eyes glinting devilishly in the dark. “Do you wanna get outta here?”

You knew it was crazy and stupid to go home with someone on a first date. But one look at Taehyung, and you couldn’t care less. 

Before you knew it, you’d gotten in his sleek black Porsche and were already en route to his apartment. 

When Taehyung looked over to you at the red light, it made your heart stop. No one's ever looked at you like that.  His stare sent a shiver down your spine. 

“You're nervous?”

“I don’t normally do this,” you blurted out. You didn’t know if it was adrenaline or endorphins or what but you couldn't help but be honest right now. 

“I know,” he said, smoothing a hand down your thigh soothingly. “Me neither.”

You couldn’t stop thinking about his huge hand, the veins there, and those long slender fingers resting on your inner thigh. 

You squirmed in your seat a bit, thighs pressing together. 

The touch was innocent enough, but when the tips  of his fingers slipped past your dress and rubbed against your center, you couldn’t contain your moan. 

Taehyung sucked in a breath, “You're so wet,” he said, fingers sliding your underwear to the side. When he rubbed against your soaping entrance, you threw your head back against the seat.

“Don’t tease me. It’s your fault,” you pant.

‘My fault, huh? You’re saying I made this mess?”

Yes. “You can’t look at me like that and expect me not to lose it.”

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? How did I look at you?”

“Like you wanted to eat me up.”

“I do. I can’t look at you without wanting to spread your thighs apart and eating you out till you come apart, till you beg me to stop.”

“But that’ll have to wait until later—I want you right now.”

It’s a miracle you made it from the restaurant to his place without crashing. All you can do is try not to melt when you share a glance with him in the glassy mirror of the elevator, but Taehyung was so composed.

No one would ever guess the dirty things he said to you in the car ride over. 

Standing before you, he was the perfect gentleman, civil, calm, the only hint being the sly smirk on his mouth. 

That mouth. You want it all over you. You want everything he promised. You can’t stop thinking about it.

As soon as the lock clicked in the door, you got what you wanted; he was all over you. Kissing down your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin that you knew would leave marks later.

His hands dug into your thighs, hiking your legs up to wrap around his legs, and then you were pressed between him and the door in the most delicious way.

You arched your back and rolled your hips forward, aching to feel more of him, and Taehyung moaned in your mouth, the sound making you clench around nothing. 

“Fuck,” he said, pulling back. “Now, who’s teasing?”

You giggled and cupped the back of his neck, kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough of him. You hadn’t meant to tease him, but you’d do it all night if it meant you’d get to hear that sound again.

Taehyung, however, had other plans. He couldn’t go another minute without feeling your skin on his; he carried you to his bedroom and laid you down on his plush sheets. 

All at once, you felt incredibly vulnerable, incredibly aware of what was about to happen between you. You fantasized about having Taehyung so many times; you almost didn’t know what to do with him and now that it was real.

Taehyung saw it all over your face. He took a step back from the bed. “If you don’t want this, just say the word. Tell me to stop; and I’ll walk away.”

That was the farthest thing from your mind. You wanted him to stay. You wanted it to mean more than just a hookup, more than just a one-night stand. You couldn’t bear it if the electricity you thought flowed between you was one-sided. But you were willing to take the risk.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

Taehyung leaned down and kissed you as he climbed on the bed, the slightest smile on his lips, “That’s all I wanted to hear.” His hands traced up your thighs, sliding your dress up as you lift your arms, letting him tug the garment off you. You followed suit, ripping him out of his clothes as well. 

You felt hot under his eyes lingering over your body now that you were bare before him. 

Taehyung touched you gently, hands grazing up your sides as he looked at you in awe. You were beautiful; art made flesh. His fingers swept across every curve, taking in the masterpiece that was your body.

“You’re breathtaking. . .” he said. 

You couldn't respond, too wrapped up in the feeling of Taehyung's hot, wet, mouth trailing down your chest while his hand explored between your thighs, dipping a finger inside you. You’re so wet it's easy for him to slip one inside you. And even though he’s easing inside you just right, you’re craving something else.

“Taehyung, I want you now.”

He paused, pulling back to look at your face. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You both knew he could. You could feel him hard against you now, long and thick. Somehow you didn’t care. Touching wasn’t enough. You needed him inside you.

“Please? I can take it.”

“Fuck.” When you begged for him like that, how could he say no? You didn’t need to ask him twice. 

Taehyung shifted, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and rolling it on before he crawled over to you, spreading your thighs apart with his knee. You felt the tip of his cock nudge against your entrance, then he pushed into you slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside you. You gasped, eyes screwed shut, as you felt the burn of him stretching you. 

Taehyung kissed you sweetly, sidetracking you from any pain. Though  you certainly felt it, you couldn’t help but feel full and satisfied being closer to him than ever before. You were forehead to forehead, nose to nose. 

You felt those butterflies again, doubled with the pleasure of feeling him inside you. 

When you felt your body relax against his, Taehyung moved, grinding deep and drawing a moan from you both. You were so tight; the feel of your walls squeezing him was dizzying. 

“You feel so good,” he rasped, voice rough, “Like you were made for me.” 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him even closer as he picked up the pace. Taehyung thrusts were sensual, hips rolling against yours in a way that made you cry out. Every stroke had you falling closer to the edge. 

With chests pressed together, you weren’t sure if the thumping beat between you was his heart or yours. Everything molded into one; his pleasure was yours, and yours his. 

You wanted to stay in the moment, blissed out and bound to him, but you already felt yourself getting lost in the feeling of being filled in the most perfect way, over and over again. 

Taehyung could feel you getting close—he was too. He hooked his hand behind your knees, folding you in half and somehow reaching new depths inside you. The reaction was instant, your pussy clenching down on him.

You threw your head back at the new angle,  your orgasm cresting. “Taehyung!” 

“I know, baby. I’m coming too. Come with me.” 

When he hit that sweet spot inside you, you came, toes curling as your eyes rolled back, warmth spreading all over your body. Even then, he kept pounding into you, working you through your orgasm so the pleasure went on and on. 

Taehyung thrust once, twice before coming himself, hands gripping your ass as he buried himself inside you. His brows pulled together and he bit down on his bottom lip, groaning deeply as he slowed down. You felt him throbbing inside you as his hips still. 

He released your thighs from his grip instead, wrapping them around his waist, and rolled to the side, taking you with him to avoid crushing you with his weight. 

You laughed at the sudden change in position, still trying to catch your breath.  In his arms, you relaxed, becoming familiar with the intimacy of how he held you to his heart. 

Taehyung kissed your forehead, your cheek, then finally your lips. He reveled in the feeling of you kissing him back. You kissed him passionately like you were his. God, did he want you to be.

Taehyung nuzzled his nose against yours. “Stay,” he breathed. “I want you here when I wake up in the morning.”

“Okay,” you nodded, snuggling in his arms.

You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, already feeling yourself sinking into the sleepiness of your afterglow. But you were happy to know whatever the two of you had would last more than just one night.

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